Thread: Hi-Tech, Low-Life (Alpha and Echo)

The money was good, he wasn't going to argue about that. But Max knew it wouldn't last very long. He had already decided that he would pick up a double supply of the cocktail of perscription drugs that kept him functional incase funds got low. Last time he had run out he'd barely been functional between the constant pain, the lack of motor control brought on by nerv damage and the damage to his brain made it impossible for him to remember even the most basic tasks. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to do any kind of work to get paid that week, let alone do enough to pay for his meds. He had been fully aware of the kind of connections Sam had around The City. It was one of many reasons he kept working with her, finding something better than the Saturday Night Special in his hand would have been easy no doubt but he was also sincerely hoping that this wouldn't turn into a firefight. The other reason he enjoyed working with her was that she understood that descrestion was sometimes the best route. He watched as she stepped out of the elevator, jamming the syringe into the thugs neck before letting him slump to the ground in a convulsing heap. Jesus Christ Sam, I understand wanting to keep things quiet but a knife would have been more merciful instead of pumping him full of that shit. The elevator opened into a junction of sorts, like the bend in a U with short hallways on either side with four apparments on either arm, the intel they'd been able to recover lead Max to believe that the Harvesters had claimed the entire 37th floor for themselves which, wile minimalizing the number of civilians in play also meant he couldn't tell how many hostiles where in the area. He stepped off the elevator into the dimly lit hall, limping badly, an actuator in his one knee had sezied up that morning limiting his mobility for the task at hand. The kinds of people the harvesters nabbed weren't like Max, they weren't the cripples scraping by with barely functional cyberware, it was always the rich one, the people who had it installed as a fashion statement or because it somehow made life more convenient for them. They always had the most expensive, most high end commerical parts. Arms with high end gold chases. Mods that where installed just for the flash of it. If he had still had a proper stomach and not some synthic bag of chemicals it would probably be churning at the thoguht if such gross excess wile people like him suffered. He couldn't help but feel there was something karmic about the whole thing. These people living their excessive lives, being drugged and dragged off to human chop shops and dismembered. Their cyberware sold off on the black markets around the city. It was a dark train of thought that he quickly shut down to focus on the task at hand. He dug his phone from his jacket, his hand shaking slightly due to the nerv damage he had suffered and raised it up, sweeping it back and forth, eyes locked on the screen. Like any caring father might do the client had been smart enough to have his family implanted with trackers that could be followed using a simple smartphone app at close range. A green triangle appeared in the screen and quickly a readout of the girls vitals. She was alive from the looks of it, barely, but still alive. The fixer had only said she needed to be brought in alive, long as she had a pulse they'd get paid. If these guys have the whole floor, you think they look their doors? He asked Sam as he started to limp towards the right Branch of the floor. He peered around the corner, expecting to see another sentery and seeing nothing, they only put on guard in the hall.... He muttered to himself, how dumb are they? He stopped at the end of the hall. A door to one unit directly across from him and another to his left. According to the tracker the target was in the unit directly infront him. He sucked in a deep breath, swapping his phone for the pistol and counted backwards from 100 in his head, trying to steady his breathing. With any luck this would be clean, minimal hostiles, they could probably get the girl to a balcony, call in a pickup from a med service and get her out. I got a bad feeling about this Sam. Last edited Sep 20, 2018