Cyberpunk 2766AD

"We are leaving, and leaving now, you need serious medical attention and this place just became a hot spot" I open the door all the way and then the entire place erupts into what can only be described as pure chaos.

The ganger and junkies seemed to have spotted the same people we have and they had plans on collecting on the 50 million per head, sixty for Fox.

Screams and yells fill air as people burst into action drawing knives, guns and all manner of small armaments like cybernetic fists and legs and even I saw one guy shoot a lazer out his eye.

Several large men with leather jackets on that say "Lords of Hell" spot us, and I hear one shout "hey, that chick is worth fifty five million" and like a pack of rabid dogs they charge towards the door with guns in hand, I hear the whirring of their black market implants comeing to life.

Slamming the door shut I pull my mask on and brace my back to the door. Several sold shots slam into it and I see the dents form around the metal.

"Change of plan... now we run for our lives... in a closed hotel room... with the only way out being the window"

I want to cry so bad I end up laughing.

 

I can't believe Ghost is laughing. Unfortunatly for me, it's catching.

"I was just about to ask if the window was breakable," I giggle helplessly, "D'you think I have time to pee before we jump out to nowhere?"

 

"Damn, I need to get to somewhere that is easier to defend than the middle of a bar." Fox takes of running towards the back, where the rooms are. Her leg screams in protest. She spots some of the other freebooters, quickly close the door and three large men stand pounding on it. She pulls out her gun and shoots them. Fox bangs on the door and says "Come on guys, open up. I'm an ally."

 

What in hell's name...

"Don't open it," I tell them. I deeply mistrust whoever is outside.

 

pulling one of the many bars that adorn the bathroom shower which I can only guess might be used to hang from in some odd strange postion I hurl it at the window and watch it shatter though forming a small hole in the tempered shatter resistant glass.

"Oh good only about two hundred more of those and we might be able to make a hole big enough to fit though, Kiara can you bust us a way out.?" I more command then ask.

 

I turn and let out a spay a bullets towards the people in the club to get them to back off. I bang on the door again. "I'm Xare "Fox" Aldrich. I'm a freebooter and a member of the Black Knights. Please open the door."

 

"S***, this nut at the door is crazy! They keep yelling...they're gonna get us all nabbed."

I head to the window ready to get the heck out of Dodge...or the Hot Banana...whatever.

"What's outside the window? We need to get out of here."

 

"S***!" Fox sits with her back to the door and shoots spray after spray of bullets at the crowd headed towards her. Her vision blurs even worse and its getting hard to stay sitting up straight. "Please, I don't want to die here. Help me, and I'll help you."

 

Wraith sat on his own in the hotel room. His wounds had now stopped bleeding. He had reloaded his gun had it trained on the door. He would stay here until he was strong enough to move. He hoped the hunters didnt come back for him.

 

Suzu was tired of the house, the gang banger ladies vacant eyes stared relentlessly and since her death her bowels had let go. Suzu couldn’t deal with the stench anymore and she was more then satisfied that she had fixed her wounds. She had decided it was time to go up in the world. That was where she had the connections that could help. Suzu lifted herself from her seat and closed the door behind her.

The air outside though dirty tasted sweeter then what she had been breathing. She smiled a little maybe she’d make it yet.

 

It was now night time. That meant less people in the mall, less likely to spotted.

Wraith struggled to his feet. He had to get to a shop of some sort in the mall, to try and heal himself.

He limped his way into the almost empty mall. He saw the sign for a pharmacutical store, he headed that way.

 

Spencer walked into a mob of pure chaos. His eyes swept the room, and it was clear he had come to the right place. The patrons of the bar were in an absolute uproar, their attention focused on a room located near the back. If Marcus, his associate, was here, he would probably be more interested in collecting several hundred million creds than in listening to what Spencer had to say.

His shotgun still lay gripped in his right hand. Shots flew from the door, where a girl fended off the crowds with a pair of pistols. She was yelling at someone to let her into the room. Spencer walked quickly but precisely through the screaming crowd. The intoxicated patrons had their attentions fixed on the others. He made his way up to the front of the crowd; to the primary shooters. Leveling his shotgun, he blew out the midsection of a heavily tattooed man. Turning left, he let the other barrel out into another man's head, shredding it beyond recognition. He pumped a new set of rounds and went to work again, slaying two more. Another pump. A huge brute swinging a knife came bolting towards him. His face still cold, Spencer turned on him and unleashed the contents of both barrels. The thug fell, now worth little more than his weight in meat.

Spencer backed towards the door, helping the girl fend off the thugs while those inside the room decided what they would do.

 

**Deleted: Accidental duplicate.**

 

Fox thinks to herself "No sleep, food, water and bloodloss has a bad effect on people. And the flash has completely worn off. Now I realize why Ares warned me not to use it in bad situations. The crash sucks." She looks up to see a guy taring his way through the crowd He stands over her with a shotgun and shoots at the crowd. In her state its hard to make out who it is, but she figures it must be another freebooter. Its taking most of her strength to hold up her gun and keep the trigger pulled. She was thankful that it was an automatic. Otherwise, she would probably be dead. "Whoever you are, thanks for the backup." says Fox in a low whisper.

 

Wraith found the shop. It was a quite large store. Inside there was just one attendant. He was dealing with an elderly woman.

Wraith needed to find something to heal him. After a few minutes of searching he found what he needed.

Nanites.

He grasped syringe. He looked around to see if the attendant was looking. He wasnt. The nanites flowed through the syringe and into his bloodstream. They would soon get to work and begin healing his tissue.

He looked around again for a face plate. His face was severly burnt and he needed something to cover up the mess. This would also help to disguise himself. He quickly took one off the shelf nearby and placed it under his top. He would put it on later, otherwise the attendant would see he had taken it if he put it on his face.

He decided to head for a bar or a club. There was bound to be someone to help arrange transport away from here.

 

The melee outside the door rises to a fever pitch of screams and weapons blasts as Kiara breaks the rest of the glass from the window. I peek out and look down.

Smooth metal wall, no gratings, protrusions, or even a drainpipe to take our weight. I grab Kiara’s hand to steady myself and lean out farther, looking up, down, and sideways for windows to climb or swing to.

Thanks to the grandiose scale of the floors in the building the window is a good ten feet below and is not large enough to make a good target for a sheets-swinging desperado…which is what we would have to do to reach it.

The drop falls a clear two thousand feet at least below the window, the nearest building being about thirty feet away.

Not good.

Ignoring the screaming and shotgun blasts from outside the door, I quickly search the room, looking for…

When I come to the overhead vent I frown. It is a lousy card to be holding but it appears to be the only one we have.

“Ghost, if we can get that vent grating off, I know Kiara can fit through it and I should be able to, too. Do you think that you can?”

Kiara is already heaping chairs under the grating to climb up and reach it.

My heart sinks, knowing that he can’t fit. We’ll have to leave him here, distract the murderous money-hungry masses, and try to get him out through the door.

 

Spencer's face is still cold as he stands over the fallen girl. Somehow, she is still firing madly into the crowd, even though it is apparent that she is wounded and in excruciating pain. Spencer's movements become automatic; firing, pumping shells, changing out the magazine...he realizes that he has only three clips left on him. A grand total of twenty-four shots left. He slows his barrage slightly, firing only when needed.

If these people don't open the door in the next eight shots, he'll have to find another way out.

 

S*** happened so fast, it was mostly a blur. I am SO not a morning person... well, I know it's not morning, but I just woke up a few minutes ago. I didn't even get a chance to eat my chicken wings, d*mnit! Although I find myself disappointed that the door got slammed shut so quick; it's been ages since I've been in a good scrap, I could use the workout.
"Kiara can you bust us a way out?" Ghost barks from the other side of the room. I oblige, but I'm not too keen on the idea, I don't really see anything we can jump or climb to. While Tolva examines our options, I turn my attention back to the 'door to h*ll' and listen. Something is off... I hear plenty of gunshots, but very little ricochet. Whoever is doing most of the firing has their back to the door and is shooting out into the club.

“Ghost, if we can get that vent grating off, I know Kiara can fit through it and I should be able to, too. Do you think that you can?” I turn around and give the grate in question a skeptical look. Yeah, I can fit easy, but where the heck does it go. We'd be trapped in there worse than we are in here the second anyone sees the missing grate and realizes where we are, and if we make a wrong judgment call as we crawl through, we get chopped to hamburger by the air-cycler fans, but then, I'm sure she knows all that too. Might be why she has such a dismayed look on her face right now.

Before Ghost can answer the question he was given, I speak up quietly, "Guys, I think maybe we *should* open the door" They both look at me like I've grown a third eye, but I forge on before they get a chance to ask me if I'm an idiot or just stupid. "Someone is out there at our door defending them-self from the rest of the club... even if they aren't on our side, they sure as h*** aren't on the side of the clubbers. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, ya know what I mean? Besides, we don't have to fight ALL the clubbers, we just have to generate enough chaos to get out and away," I give an evil little grin... I'm good at chaos, "and I like my chances out there better than I like my chances of the unknown of that little shaft there." I nodded toward the air vent.

"Well guys?"

 

Zu stood up from his booth at the EMP. He threw his hood on again and made his way outside. Checking the case that Ino gave him, Zu's eyes lit up. Laid across the top were three, circular flashbangs. Bless you, Ino, he thought.

As he walked outside, pocketing his new loot and giving the case to a homeless man, Zu saw an uproar across the street. He put his shades back on, and quietly questioned another bystander:

"What the f*** is going on?"
"There's some of those freebooters in there," the man replied, not looking at Zu. "Fox and Tolva and some others."

Zu nodded and quickly started walking the other direction. When there was a mob looking for a 50 million bounty, Zu didn't want to be involved, especially with the price on his head. Zu stopped midstride. The bystander said Tolva was in there. If Tolva is in there, that means the other two also, he thought. They could've left me dying of migraines or to those bounty hunters...

Zu hated it when his morals came over him. He had worked most of his life escaping attention, not heading directly into it. He pondered his choices as he flipped a flashbang over in his hands. With an exasperated sigh, he pulled his hood down low, and headed into The Hot Banana.

It was hot and stuffy in the club. Zu hated it. He held the flashbang in one hand, and whipped open the baton with the other. He wasn't much of a fighter, but he could hold his own if need be. He weaved his way through the frenzied mob of gangers, druggies, and other filth of New Los Angeles. He could see the door he was banging on, and two people in front of them trying to fend of the crowd. S***, he thought. If he flashbanged now, the two in front of the door will take the brunt of it. If I don't do anything, they might die. Zu breathed deeply, set the charge to five-seconds after impact, and hurled to tiny disc in the direction of the door. The flashbang curved through the air, and stuck to the wall 10 feet from the door. Zu quickly hit the deck. He heard the high pitched tone of the flashbang igniting, and he could he the bright light from under his hood. When he stood, he saw a mass of people on the ground, feeling around and throwing up.

I hope they make the most of that, he thought.

He turned to head for the door. Much to his displeasure, he was eye to eye with some very angry gangers.

 

Four shots later a small disc came spinning through the air and hits a few feet away from the door, sticking to the wall. Beneath his glasses, Spencer's eyes widened, and he reacted out of pure reflex. He grabbed the girl by the arm, hefted her to her feet, and dove with her away from the blast, shielding her with his body. He was mildly surprised to feel no pain; only a brief, brilliant flash of white light from behind him. He looked into the crowd. Almost all of them were blinded and very disoriented. Vomit mixed with the blood and mangled remains covering the floor.

With a start, he realized he was still laying atop the wounded girl. Briefly, he looked her over, hoping that he hadn't worsened her wound...if that were possible. She'd need medical attention soon.

He got to his feet, and pounded heavily on the closed door.

 

Fox looks up at the man. She says "Don't worry about me. Its fatigue and blood loss that has be in a bad spot. I just need to bandage my wound, get some sleep, eat, and I'll should be alright." She pulls her self up to a sitting position. "Damn. If I try to give that guy some cover fire, I'll be just as likely to hit him as one of the gangers. You three in the room! If your going to escape through the club, you better do it soon."

 

Wraith turned the corner. He was sporting his new face plate and was feeling much better now, thanks to the nanites. However, he desperatly needed a new augment to fully heal his chest. Also one of his arms was aching and its motor functions seemed to be failing. He needed some help, fast.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a news display screen. There was a new doctor down in the slums, offering cheap augments. He would have to try and get down there.

 

Detective Sergeant Gleeson took his gun from the holster strapped to his waist. His fingers felt greasy. Damn sweat he thought to himself. Across the street he peered above the bonnet of his police flyer parked at the curve. He saw the light display of gun fire coming from the Hot Banana behind him two more detectives aimed their side arms at the doors. Dekker had a steal scalp making him look very amusing to the naked eye. His nose was also half metallic giving him a cartoon character look. A goof man though loyal to the force. Brekkon the other she was without a doubt a tease to the male heterosexual eye. Her figure just perfect and her suit nicely tight. She however was a nutcase with a gun. Thankfully she was on his side. Across the street the enforcers armoured and well armed stalked low with combat shotguns riot shields and laser rifles two carried heavy flamers. From behind the next alley he could see lieutenant farrows directing them.

From above he felt the start of rain small speckles bounced from his trilby and onto the pavement. Then something heavy bounced from his hat. Gleeson looked up swearing to himself he’d just seen a ghost. Something leaped from the buildings yet the only glimpse he caught was a shadow in the night. The Hot Banana had attracted the attention of his district policing unit. And Sekki Corp. seemed eager to be involved they two had sent their “Men in Black” suits. Gleeson mused to himself it was ten pm and they wore shades.

“Be ready we’re going in.” Called Lieutenant Farrow from his ally.

Gleeson suddenly realised by the show of force they weren’t taking survivors.
They were here for the Freebooters. Damn no a cop for 25 years he’d been and he’d be damned if he’d be party to a slaughter house.

“Dekker take the flyer around the back. Brekkon take position on the high rise bridge behind us.” Brekkon looked puzzled but Gleeson didn’t want to put himself in her guns sight. Dekkor however was much more to his wave length.

 

"What did you do that for?"
Zu stuttered. "Oh well you kn-"
"Kick his ass!"

The gangers surrounded Zu, and he immediately went to the ground. He knocked one on the knee, bringing him down also. Zu then used the man as a shield as much as possible, but still received plenty of kicks and punches. Pulling the old switcheroo, he slid out from the pile, under the legs of another ganger, and brushed himself off. He quickly exited the Hot Banana.

Outside the situation was worse. Zu pulled his hood up and put his shades on, trying to blend into the crowd as the law approached the club.

 

The trip to the slums took longer than expected. Wraith wondered where the rest of the guys were. Fox and Jimmy looked pretty beat up the last he saw them.

He tried to ask for directions to the doctor, but noone was answering him. They were only concerned with themselves. He would rest first, and try again in the morning. The doctor was probably sleeping now anyway.