The Last Rebellion - A decker and a Street Samurai
Where it Starts is Where is Where it Ends.
Continued from http://polychromaticat-blog.tumblr.com/post/161351622551/the-last-rebellion-synth-tattoos-and-a-steaming “Now little miss, you just come over here towards the bike real slow and I won’t have to tase you.” I could tell he wanted to, he was a Series Four, a cold hard killer raised from birth to be an Adjudicator. “It’s a long way down and I don’t think I could catch you in time.” said with a chuckle. The founders abandoned the Series Four project because too many were coming out wrong, they were cold, heartless, and efficient, but overstepped their authority sometimes, killing innocent people and, the more pertinent reason, they tried to police the powerful. There are different rules for the powerful. The swarm of drones was around him now, poised menacingly, spelling my doom.
Not moving too quickly I took a step forward on the ledge towards the bike, “I don’t want any trouble sir, I am just a crazy fan, you know what it’s like,” hoping he didn’t notice me attempting to attach a wire thin tether to the ledge in case I needed to dive off. “You hear music and think, man-o-man, this girl gets me.”
“Oh come now Brooky, oh yeah I know it’s you under that mask, I had you tagged the moment you left the bar, tell me, where’s your brother?”
Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I didn’t think they had followed us to Morty’s, they must’ve been watching the joint the whole time. Oh god no. If they knew we were there, and he was now looking for Bronx, that would mean that…I was frozen in horror at the thought.
“Yeah, that’s right, they’re dead, all of them. We got in just after you left, killed them all, including the bartender. No one’s gonna miss a couple of low down dirty Jecks in this anarchy.” He was right, oh god no… Morty.
The drones were vibrating now, louder, uneven, some were falling out of the air. The Judi was so pleased watching me squirm he didn’t notice. That’s when I heard the delightful cackle of a familiar laughter on my radio, Dee.
“Trouble with the law little B?” I could hear her smile.
The drones now swayed and changed, moving nebulously to form her face. She must have taken control of their systems, she was close. The swarm face smiled at me, winked, then opened its mouth wide as if to swallow him whole and bore down on the Adjudicator, insect drones drilling into his armor, dealing deadly doses of neurotoxin. Some of the drone swarm became an arrow pointing up.
As I detached the tether and started to move, fast, up the wall, I turned back to look at the Adjudicator who was still on his bike, swatting at the drone bugs and foaming at the mouth, but it was a lost cause, he was done for. And as I turned to look away from the face of my laughing friend Dee in the swarm I swear the face changed and became that of Onesol his dark, haunting, face looking right at me before dispersing to reveal the body of the cop falling to the ground. Did I see that? No time. I had to get to Dee and Foamy, and then, had to find Bronx. At least I know they didn’t get him or Meryl.
I finally crested the top of the heap and Dee and Bogs were there, waiting for me.
“Took you long enough.” She said with a smirk.
“Thanks Dee, you really saved my ass back there. How’d you know where I’d be?”
“Oh Brooklyn, you’re always where you shouldn’t be, I just followed the signs.”
“I need your help Dee, and you too Bogs.” I knew we didn’t have time for playing with each other. “We’re going up, we’re going to talk to ANN.”
“I know, and you can count me in. I have been dying to get back up there and ruffle a few feathers. Those fuckers have it coming.” Dee was gleeful at the chance to fuck with Alphacity.
“And me too” Said Bogs, “I just got some new swords that’ll cut through bots like butter.”
“Thank you, both of you. We need to end this.”
“Where is your brother?” Bogs asked cautiously, afraid of the answer.
“I don’t know, the bar was raided after I left him and Meryl to prepare. If they had any warning they would have grabbed the gear and left for Virginia’s place in Founder area, probably taking the sewers and old underground transit tunnels.”
These tunnels were from the original city the ARC was built on and are no longer used, old Manhattan. Most of the tunnels are condemned, caved in or straight up filled with cement or water, but for people like us, not entire impossible to navigate. Though no one has been down there in a long-ass fucking time, who knows what could be eeking out a terrible little existence under this city.
“Yeesh, Bronx down there? He’s a bit squeamish to trod along in yesterday’s shit, ain’t he?” Said Bogs incredulously.
“He’ll be fine, he is desperate, and broken, and he has Meryl. We’ll need to find them all at some point, but right now, I need to talk to Foamy.”
“Sure, but Brooklyn…” Bogs began,
“Enough I have heard this shit already from Bronx. We don’t have a choice, he’s got a way up I know it, how else would he have kept the gangs in check all this time, where do you think he gets all those cool toys? He’s got an in with Alphacity and I intend to exploit it.”
“She’s right Bogs, he knows people. We need him.”
“Yeah but Dee, you know people too, couldn’t you…”
“My kinda people are not set up to help freedom fighters if you know what I mean, it’d blow their cover. I can get you drugs, not the keys to heaven.”
“Alright, but don’t take your eyes off him for a moment. You can’t trust him.”
“Great, we all agree, can we go? The heat will be coming soon.”