Brutaff- What the fuck is going on? Why are these crazy dogs trying to bite me? I gotta bail.
Shit, was that an explosion? They really want me dead. Cere, I need pathing out of here stats, too many fireworks, even my Alabasters are overloaded by the glare.
*tactactactactactac ting ting ting ting ting*
Fucking Hell, that's some serious firepower they are throwing my way.
*Ugh*
Cere- Dodge right for concealment.
Damn, that one hurt... hope I don't get a fucking concussion, don't want to end up like a can.
Cere- Turn right again to get through the door. You will reach the tunnel.
Brutaff- Fuck that, Cere, take over, maximum evasion for the braincase, sacrifice the arms if you need to. Can't afford to get stunned out here.
Cere- Danger, danger, rocket launch detected!
Brutaff- Seriously? What the hell is going on today? What bit them? That's a coup! I wonder who's the fucking traitor trying to make a play. Nigel? Suz? Can't be that idiot Kill can it?
Cere- He was the first to open fire.
Brutaff- Nah, that idiot couldn't strap his own fucking gravs without assistance from his Cere. Probably got played.
Gangoon 2- "HE'S THERE!"
*Bang Bang!*
Brutaff- Fuck, need to ditch them... need a place to lay low and lower the heat. Call Tiya
Cere- She is refusing the call.
Brutaff- Fuck, she's in on it. What about Terry, he owes me a solid.
Cere- No answer.
Brutaff- Fucking ungrateful bitch! Try calling everyone on my friend list not shooting at me.
Cere- I have bad news and good news, which do you want first?
Brutaff- Does it matter?
Cere- The good news is that we seem to have gained some breathing room away from the people hunting us. The bad news is that everyone is refusing the calls.
Brutaff- Fuck... any other option?
Cere- Might I suggest your old employers, they did offer an opening with a local operator. Maybe they could be of help at least temporarily.
Brutaff- Not a bad idea, try to call the contact.
Kate (with her normal voice)- Welcome to Sandy Pleasures, who am I talking to?
Brutaff- Cut the corpo spy crap, I got your contact from your boss. I need a discrete talk. Can we meet at your place?
Kate- Oook... I guess, what's this about?
Brutaff- Sensitive stuff, boss's ears only, I'll need a secure line to talk.
Kate- I can arrange that, come to the address I'm sending your Cere.
Brutaff- OK, see you soon, I'm on my way.
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Cere- *End of communication*
Brutaff- Get us there Cere but maximize stealth, can't bring a tail.
Cere- I planned a path avoiding all the working cameras in the area, luckily most of them are out of service.
Brutaff- Thank Corpo above for small miracles... never been so happy being broke.
*Crash, BOOM! BRRRRRRrrrrrrr.r.r..... choke choke... silence*
Brutaff- Fuck's going on? What happened to the lights?
Cere- The central generator just died, and the air stopped circulating as well.
Brutaff- Need to get this fi... I... no... not my job anymore to get this working. Fuckers will regret shooting me over this place now. They can fix it themselves.
Cere- This might play to our advantage. A lot of manpower will be required to fix the generator.
Brutaff- Thanks for small miracles... this is starting to stink though, first the coup now the genny... think we might just be under attack for real. Here we are... fucking dump even by our standards.
Cere- They were probably limited in the choices they had for a hideout in the current estate market.
*Toc Toc Toc*
*Clic Bjjjjjj*
Kate- "Yes? You're my 7 o'clock?"
Brutaff- "T's me."
Kate- "Get in honey, let's have a good time."
Brutaff- *Grunt*
*Bjjjj clic*
Brutaff- "Are we alone?"
Kate- "Just you and me. You said you needed a line?"
Brutaff- "Yes."
Kate- "Here's the link... might take a while, she's in a videoconference. Anything else I can get you while waiting? I have water."
Brutaff- "Got anything stronger?"
Kate "Sure, just a sec."
Cere- We have a video chat offer from the link.
Brutaff- Alright, let's do this... I have to buy some time.
Harold- "Spiker here, I'm Dolores's superior, she's busy right now but I'm in the loop. What can we do for you?"
Cere- He is not who he's pretending to be, I have leaked data on his identity, his real name is Harold Mcneil, a bounty hunter.
Brutaff- IT'S A TRAP! CUT THE FEED!
Cere- *Connection lost.*
Brutaff- "BITCH YOU TRYING TO CABLE ME? I'LL BREAK YOUR ARMS!"
Kate- " AAAAAAAAAHHH! MARCEL!"
Marcel- "FILS DE PUTE!"
Brutaff- Where is he coming from?
Cere- Optical cloaking, high rating one at that.
Brutaff- Combat cyborg! They were prepared. Let's see how it measures to my implants!
"I'll break you like a fucktoy boy!"
*Crunch*
Marcel- "Putain, Kate.... aaaarg... cable..."
Kate- "Got him!"
Cere- INTRUSION INTrus....
Spazz- I'm blowing your candles fucker! Happy birth day!