The memory was more fleeting than she expected, interrupted as it was by the sudden shrill sirens and concussive flash-bangs.
The street erupted into a mangle of screams and thrashing and running and bodies and everyone , every body trying to get the fuck out.
The descent down the tower and its unicorn stalk was fast, running downhill.
Nila had coordinates to something. A mystery. From who? Why?
The shattering tube-lights, rainbow-hued, rained from the upper right onto her thick hood. She was glad she had goggles and a breather; glass particles and the glowing toxic particulates weren’t a fun ride.
Punk Jaysson was split open on the ground behind his booth, neon ghosts swirling around his shattered face. He wouldn’t be serving any more “Queen Bitch” icies any time soon. Who even eats fucking icies in this shit? Nila sucked in filtered air through her breather in rapid breaths.
She knew him growing up. He was a shit, a goon. Odd jobs for odd people. He also kept an East&Waggin under the freezer element.
He won’t be needing it.
Nila had started the evening with a calming rainy walk through the dismal toxic streets of Londbridge–bizarre contact aside–the evening was becoming less so.
While MetSec operations were common, meant to intimidate the street-class, they usually, at least followed a perceptible pattern. This was unusual. Not the location, or the time of day, or the class of the targets, but all together, without provocation, was a clear misuse of resources.
Luc, Wise-Guru-of-Alamut–Nila laughs to herself, ducking behind the sputtering, sparking icy machine–he always said, ‘look for the anomalies, the things that don’t make sense in their context. He was brilliant, Luc. He probably got that out of some shit movie.
Thot Thot Thot
The hovering drone, like a flying four-legged spider spat at the toppled carts and shops of the street. The smog shifted from the turbulence of the projectiles, leaving little curling wakes behind them.
Nila scanned for open doorways.
They–the drones–have infrared. The only reason they are missing me is that the rest of the bodies are still warm.
Three kicks to the side of the icy machine released the E&W as if from a vending machine.
Hope it’s loaded.
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