Thread: Fixers (Beautiful_Disgrace and I)

The eastern seaboard was one continuous city, spanning from the very tip of Maine and right down into Florida. Advertisements of Zenith Industries and it's thousands of subsidiaries fluttered across holo-displays throughout the ever ending Metropolis. To many people, New York was still New York, Bangor was still Bangor. The corporate railway and highways connected it all together and it was a big, happy, wonderful land. Ignorance was bliss, nobody wants to know how nasty and dirty it is out there. That's why everyone sticks those stupid little chips in their skulls and continues on their stupid little lives, not caring about how things really went. Racism, bigotry, violence, hedonism...the world never changes, it just gets new ways to hate and kill. That's why Fixers came to be. People who were technically not considered even there, they had no chips, no stupid rules and no big system trying to scan when you take a shit. Luce preferred it that way, not everyone did...but those people probably had miserable lives and died miserable. Wizard, you sure this is the place? Luce said through her internal com in her ear, glancing up at the building. It was a pounding nightclub, slash business establishment. It wasn't uncommon to see buildings shoot into the sky and have a hundred different little businesses and purposes all through it. Her pupil dilated, and the entire building was highlighted. The people who owned it were under about a hundred different aliases, which didn't make it any easier. Positive, she's on the fiftieth floor. You go bottom, Aernir goes top...and you meet in the middle. They weren't specific on how you got her out, they just want her out. Do it fast, we don't know what's going on in there...but... Luce grinned a little, hands stuffed in her jacket. But there's no reason I shouldn't make them regret doing this? Inwardly, Wizard sighed just a little, rubbing his forehead. Luce knew what she was doing...but he was hoping that both of them would remember that they were on a time-scale. Mages had always been something in the world, the old, old stories told of them advising kings, casting spells that would burn a man's brain in their skull and everything else. Well, the world got a lot smaller when technology got involved...so it wasn't uncommon for Mages to ply that influence for positions of power. The Van Agteran family's daughter ended up missing, until they got a very...explicit holo-vid with their daughter in it. One of the local mafias has apparently been trying to put pressure on removing mages from the system. Wizard was telling them that the father just wanted it done, and whatever happened...happened. She did love jobs like this, freedom...like a playground. She headed toward the front door of the building, hands still in her pockets. She wasn't a very imposing woman, even if she did have a sharp set of eyes and a wicked grin. How's the security, Wizard? she asked as she came up to the front door. Cameras, scanners...the whole deal. There was a faint, half second of the lights going off, barely perceptible...but enough for Luce to step inside the club. She could already see who was armed, and who wasn't...crime guys didn't have to be subtle in their own turf. You're good, but you've only got a fifteen second window...make it fast. The alarms would trigger either way, but she had a temporary element of surprise. She moved closer inside and reached into her coat, flicking the safety off of her Vanguard. Fast is what I do! Luce grinned widely, shouldering her weapon as she let loose a burst of gunfire. The first mafia thug didn't see it coming, a thunderous rattle of three shots, and a massive starburst of muzzle flash alerted everyone to her presence, and her target went down in a spray of blood, slamming against the wall and sliding down with a choked cry. She advanced quickly, shoving aside some stupid bitch as she fired one handed, catching another across the head in a spray of skull and brain matter. People hit the deck screaming, others scrambling to get away in time. There was more of them than she thought. Excellent Ugh, Aernir...she's doing it again... Wizard mumbled. She didn't have time to play! They needed to hussle!