I let out a frustrated sigh while idly checking texts on my phone. I had been waiting 4 HOURS for my fixer to show. Looking around the dingy restruant didn't help much either.

The place was one of those cheap family owned restaurants that had taken the place of the franchises after integration day. With the widespread destruction most of them were wiped out.

The ones that remained found out the hard way that it was diffcult to run buessiness like they had. The smart ones turned to more luctrative enterprises or died out.

Mcburgers became Mcsecurity. Burgerqueen become a trading franchise. They didn't die. just changed.

So family restruants. This particular establishment served a well balanced meal of mystery meat and cheese on a bun and plate. Lets just say that I hadn't come for the fine dining. Id come for a job.

After what felt like hours the fatass known as James finally showed up. He was a level 20 [fixer] which meant he was a newbie to the classer game.

James was a plump man with a scraggly beard all dressed in a barely fashionable suit and tie.

"Sorry Im late, Damn Client had some last minute changes" he said while panting.

I barely surpressed a groan. Last minute changes meant that something had hit the shit in the worst ways possible. Money was Money though so Id at least hear him out.

"Aight deets, lay em on me." I said after waiting for him to catch his breath.

"Jobs a simple rescue mission. Clients duaghter was kidnapped by some punks in sector C. Change is that he now wants you to make an example out of them."

Well that wasn't too bad. Still it meant further complications. Mulling it over for a bit still got me to the same exact same place. I needed to pay rent, and I wasn't gonna do that if I sat on my ass and waited for another job.

"How much?"

"2,000 credits after I take my cut." Was his responce.

"Done. What info you got?" I asked. [Fixers] were a combination of informant and Contact. They had skills that let them form connections with various individuals and that meant they were the middle man for punks like me.

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"Four level 15 [enforcers] and one level 25 [bruser]. Their holed up in a shack on Rener street. There will be a cab waiting for the girl by Rats diner. "

After hashing out the details I left and he orderd himself a cheesy sloppy joe. Idiot was gonna be craping out his intestines in an hour.

The walk wasnt too long. And I spent the time checking peoples levels with my [Survivors Insight] skill. Only 2 people were even above level 10. The average level was about 5 in a city and 15 in the wastes.

Growing bored with that I took a qiuck glance at the highrises of Sector A. It was funny, every post apocalypse story always presented the end of the world as some equalizer. Were the rich and wealthy lost their powers in a matter of days.

Reality showed the opposit. With their recources and connections they ended up with more power not less. They didnt need to worry about whether they would starve and with all the recources they had, They could focus on leveling while everyone else was just trying to live another day.

The average level of a teenager in sector A was 20. The average level of an adult in Sector A was 28 to 30.

I came to a stop as I got to the steel walls that marked the passage into Sector C. The poorest part of the city.

The guards didn't bother trying to stop me, they knew me and a quick bribe let me through no questions asked. Cities finest.

The streets of sector C were a mess of ruined buildings and trash littered streets. After walking only a mile away from the gate the place became a buzz of dirty desperate people.

I payed them no mind, and in return they payed me no mind.

Eventually I got to my destination, now came the waiting. It would have been easier if I could just grab the girl and go.

Now I had to wipe out the whole group, that I knew had at least one classer on it. So, I scoped the place out. There were a few more guards then James had told me but they were only level 5s. Barely worth mentioning.

I spent an extra hour checking the place out as covertly as I could. I still needed to wait for the classer to show before I could make my move.

After another few hours I saw the classer walk into the building. Great it was showtime.

I activated my [Survivors walk] skill. For the next 5 minutes I would be harder to notice, make less sound, and would not set off any wards or traps even if I steped right on them. It was an upgrade of one my level 1 skills and a damn useful one at that.

So I quickly but carefully made my way over to the building being sure to stick to the shadows. I rushed the two slitting their throats before they could even process my existence. I didn't bother with hiding the bodies and simply walked in.

Thats when I noticed the 10 to 15 odd assortment of rag tag mercs all turning towards me as I walked in. Too make it better the kidnapped girl was none other then the duaghter of one of the most powerful men in the city.

None other then Alice Remer, duaghter to one of the few people in the world above level 50.

Currently chained and beaten in the centor of all the people who I now needed to kill to the last man if I wanted to see another sunrise

"Hey fellas, would you believe me if I said wrong building?"

I was going to fucking kill james.