Allison made her way slowly as if she were out on a stroll. Her quarry was not yet aware of her and she would like to keep it that way.

All around her nyon signs proudly declared things such as “Barron bums! Drink's only 25 xp!” or “salys corn dogs! Get em hot!” Which were accented by a crowd of people around Allison. 

Smells of cooked meat filled the air, while armed gangs made sure no nerdowells made trouble in the marketplace. Off in the distance visible even in this crowded space were the towering spires of the corpo city of Elemandria. 

Yet, she was in old dallas. She heard that it had once Been a sprawling metropolis. Now it was just a ruin used as a wayside by those who did not accept corporate Rule. She spotted her target in the thick crowds. 

She Activated [Hunters Focus] letting her keep focus on her Target even through the ocean of people all crammed Together. She tailed him even as he left the crowd and Made his way into the dark Alley streets of this once sprawling metropolis. 

She pulled out her gun from its hidden holster. Her cloak Gently flapped its green sigils glowing in the night proudly proclaiming “Millmax” to all who could See. 

She noted the three bodyguards Surrounding The fatman responsible for at least three deaths. She aimed And fired once. Twice. Three times. With each shot a man fell and yet not a single sound pierced the night. 

A Silencing rune on the worn but well maintained pistol made Sure Of that. it Took her target nearly a whole minute to realize his protection had died. But then I had Already made my way slowly towards him. 

She aimed at his leg and fired. She needed Him alive if she was gonna collect the bounty, but The fat ass rolled out Of the trajectory. Then he ran… And ran… She Gaped then cursed and started running after him.  

She fired a few rounds hoping to at least clip the bastard and he dodged each and every one of them. 

Cursing the world itself Allison let her quarry run off. Now she was going to have to attack his hideout. She knew where it was at least but it still wouldn't be easy. Especially now that she knew he could apparently dodge attacks. 

The Target must have reached level 20 recently. Which meant her intel was off. Still a skill like that probably only worked a few times.

She sighed and trudged Back towards the market in search of something hard to drink. She was not attacking a guarded building sober. Fuck that. 

She eventually found a proper bar. The neon sign Outside displaying “Roots End: Bar and food” outside the otherwise unnoticeable building. 

“Whiskey” She called out as she took the nearest seat. Other patrons enjoying their own drinks. A few lay in drunken slumber Slumped over dirty looking tables. 

“that Ill be 50 xp” The gruff accented voice of the bartender replied. Allison did a double take. 

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50 xp? That's almost as much as it costed To buy a bottle in the city. This was a highway robbery! Robbery! Although whiskey was whiskey. 

“Status” 

  name: Alison Rye

  Race: Human (unevolved)

  Sex: Female

  Age: 28

  Class: [Arcane hunter of wealth]

  level: 25

  Xp: 500/20,000

Skills: [Silent casting] [hunters Focus] [Hunters Mark] [A Drink to your health] [enhanced Balance]

Spells: [Electric touch] [firebolt] [Flashbang] [Electric vision]

Legendary weapon: N/A

She grumbled A bit but transferred the xp over to the bartender and was rewarded with a glass of whiskey. At least it was a glass and not a shot. She downed the Drink in a single gulp. 

As the alcohol entered her system all the aches and pains in her body disappeared. [A drink to your health] was her level 20 capstone and damn was it Useful. The more she drank the faster and more efficiently her body healed. 

She headed back to her safehouse set in what a Century ago might have been an apartment complex. She grabbed her trusty shotgun emblazoned With the words “deicide”. 

It was time to go get paid. 

With that mental proclamation she returned to the ruins of old dallas shotgun strapped to her back and pistol in her holster. The ruins weren't much to be honest. 

Most of the skyscrapers were covered in vines and even the trash on the streets was crumbling away. Most of the buildings were just destroyed ruins. Victims of the first incursion, Now just memories and dead ones at that. 

Deer and other wildlife moved about in packs but no monsters. Old dallas was to close to Elemandria for even a single nest to be suffered. Even now she could spot drones surveying their routined patrols. 

Then she finally came to her destination. An old art mesuem stripped of most of its art. Now guards patrolled its perimeters, though all of them were classless. That wasn't that strange since you either were born with a personal class, gained it from a dungeon core, or joined a faction. 

Good, she suspected he probably had one or two classers in the building but she doubted they where above level 15. The man wasn't by any means wealthy, just a big fish in a relatively small pond. 

She snuck along the back alleys and made sure to note down guard positions. Vectors of attack. Areas to hide. 

After about 10 minutes or so she believed she had learned all she could and planned out her attack. A frontal attack would be suicide. She wasn't bullet proof. 

The back would also be just as suicidal. Unless the guy was an idiot he'd have guards positioned in all the obvious entrances. Maybe she could try climbing in. She looked at the very large stadium and smacked herself. 

Climbing would not be an option. She wracked her brain and noticed a detail that had escaped her before. All the guards wore uniforms... that might actually work. 

It would at least offer her a way in. Now that she had a plan it was a simple matter of gaining the recources needed to implement said plan. So, she waited wayching from the shadows cast by old ruins. 

Until eventually one unlucky soul decided to take a smoke break alone. She stalked the man and as she got up close and pulled out her pistol. Allison decided if the man didn't care what smokes would do to him she wouldn't care what bullets would do to him. 

A silent shot was followed by a not so silent thud as the man dropped. It took her an embarrassing amount of time getting the uniform to fit her but she managed it. The body was safely throwed down a nearby sewer enteance. 

The uniform was ugly gray coat followed by simple pants and a shirt. Not anything fashionable and the outfit was about a size too big. Shed had to use her own belt to synch even after wearing her clothes beneath the uniform. 

Still the plan now had its crucial recource. The information had been gathered. All that was left was to implement said plan.

She shouldered deicide and placed her pistol in the uniforms holster. She then carefully and neatly rolled up her millmax jacket into a safe location.

"Time to make some mother fuckin money"