Story - Cold Blood 3
“Ah, that is...” He spoke slowly.
“What? Complicated?” I finished for him.
“I was going to say ‘a long story’, but...” Spider’s voice went an octave higher in forced happiness. “It’s definitely complicated.”
“I’ve got all night, man.”
The bounty hunter looked between us again, pushed his blue hair behind one ear and finally held out a gloved hand to me, palm up, and motioned his fingers in an obvious ‘gimme’.
One major problem with chameleon reploids apparently is that whatever they touch gets scanned by their minds - not always, but a lot of times unwillingly. Depending on who or WHAT they come in contact with it can have some seriously bad repercussions for both parties involved. I’d never seen Spider without some form of covering on his hands. Even in my fingerless leather gloves I felt oddly exposed even if I wasn’t mechanical in nature. We’d tousled with ‘w
Story - Cold Blood 2
The Sabaton was located on the north side of town near the wharves. Outside it always kind of smells like fish. It’s the worst kind of nightclub, slash, bar, slash, gambling ring, slash, drug den the city has ever known. It was sleazy, gritty, filled with the worst scum and villainy you could ever imagine and was perpetually filled with smoke, weird coloured lights, and that irritating club music that always assaults your eardrums with all the disconnected and loud wubs.
And, it was the only place in the entire city that was completely neutral ground for human, reploid, cyborg, maverick, and whatever else decided to crawl out of the sewers at any given time.
Understandable that the cops were scared shitless of coming near the place.
Above the front entrance is a sign in cheap magic marker that declares it a no-combat zone. There’s no fighting allowed between the various warring factions and species in the bar.
Anyone caught b
Story - Cold Blood 1
Sirens blared in the distance of the city. The familiar whine that signalled the entrance of persons not worth tangling with could be heard coming closer from multiple directions. It hadn’t been more than fifteen minutes since the fight had broken out and already law enforcement were responding in large numbers.
“Crap,” I muttered under my breath. “The one time those guys are on the ball.”
At my back came a grunt in quiet agreement, a sound I recognized as a warning to hurry.
Neopolis P.D. wasn’t known for their punctuality to crime scenes, but they were usually pretty decent when it came to their jobs. They gave and took a lot of flack from this city. Last thing we needed was to be spotted. That would make THIS particular event infinitely worse.
“Gimme just a sec.”
Still on my knees I holstered the gun in my hand and rifled through the various small pockets of the dead body in front of me, frowning as I did.
Well, “dead” was