Belongs to some dusty single-A corp who’ve refused to sell it out of blind ignorance of the future of local property values. Road on two sides, low rent offices on the third and on the last is a above-ground mag train track that’s still running thank’s to a miracle of appropriate council spending. “Decades old, six story car park in a drek heap of a borough. As the van pulled within sight of the target location at just a little after two in the morning, Line laid out his reasons for the choice. All the time gingerly aware of the explosives they shared a confined space with. The plan already discussed, the four sat silence with comfortable silence. “Buckle up, buttercups!” Knife-1 called to his three passengers gleefully and set the van in motion through the Chimney Boyz’s scrap garden and toward the exit to the haphazardly lit, garbage strewn street. Tests and diagnostics were feeding him clean info, but new chrome always took a bit of getting used to as the body accepted what was best for it.
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“If this takes half an hour, I’m just going to let the prick kill me out of pure shame.”Īs Ivory hastily did up her seat belt and readied herself to shield the group from prying eyes, Line arched his back and rubbed at the skin above his new vertebrae. Quickly bringing up the pertinent information as a pop-up in his cybereye UI, the elf scoffed. “I said, I have a spot.” Line repeated wearily, before shouting up to Knife-1 “Counting in traffic, it’s a little over half an hour from here. Just in time to greet Line as he shook off the Matrix’s tingling embrace, his first murmured words drowned out by the huge troll’s mocking laughter. “ SHUT THE FUCK UP, NUGGLER.” Knife-1 screamed back into the dimly lit vehicle. 2’?” Nuggler laughed from the back of the van before adopting a faux-scary tone “Oooh, watch out corp-sec! Ol’ Knifey-Shitdick is coming to stick his fingers in your mouth!” “So long as he signs for package number one-” Knife-1 muttered flippantly, jerking his thumb back at the contents of the van before shooting his index finger down lewdly “-and package number two.” Ivory and Knife-1 considered that core belief from very different angles indeed. Each and every one is built up to be a legendary hero and treated as such by the worker drones beneath them. That meant being exposed from a young age to the idea that the infamous Red Samurai were the finest examples of corporate martial forces worldwide.
Like the elf, she’d grown up eating, breathing and sleeping Renraku. It’ll just give him more to exploit.” Ivory said pensively from her position next to Knife-1. “I’d rather be precise and sure than spread our efforts. “Is that a option? That’d probably make this easier…”
"Why? You need tah blow up two buildings rather than jus’ the one?Īt that, Dark Nuggler’s inquiring voice rumbled out from the back of the van. “You sure that’s all the demolition charges you could scrounge up?”īig Smoke wished his prosthetic eyes rolled half as well as his old meat ones. That’d spoil the ceremony.” The elf razorboy flashed a feral grin before adopting an only half forced tone of disappointment. No chance of this little bastard going to the wrong address. The cybernetic digits of Knife-1’s right hand drummed irritably along the driver-side window frame as he listened to the gang boss’s nagging. At least until we’re outside the radius of the new asshole tha’ package will give the face of whoever it’s for.” He gave a grating smirk before shrugging and carrying on – “Jus’ take it nice and slow gettin’ wherever it is yer goin’. Some old pre-trid star’s face staring back at him from dozens of sets of eyes. “I’m not gonna insult ya by askin’ if you wan’ a different set o’wheels for whats comin’” A rough chuckle crawling out of his junkyard-worthy jaw as his gleaming copper eyes took in the van that once served as partial payment to the original run that introduced him to the team.
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