Perfectly Clear

Chapter 1 - Are you sure?

'Cyber-Trix is a company built on the ruins of old cities, of the marrow consisting of concret and tarmac. Cyber-Trix is a company that thrusted the human race into the future with no direction, just shiny toys and promises they failed to fill out. Cyber-Trix consists of a bunch of asshat execs who think they know how the world works; Build on the crumbling and use it as foundation to the new world. Cause, no, it wasn't. Not really, the world was never that simple. To the people in the cities, it was 'move out or die a painful death'. Painful death consisting on bulldozing your house as you lived in it, being crushed in the rubble. Cyber-Trix, however innocent as they may seem, were the cunt-lords of earth who endanger everything the human race stands for...'

"...And I work for them, yes." Said a woman, standing up from her chair and taking a small walk over to the cabinet containing her 'good' whiskey. Pisswater, honestly. No one had good whiskey, why would they? There wasn't a decent distillery that didn't put Vat-Juices into the mix. Carefully, she uncorked the bottle and poured out two glasses. They were... Small, tiny. Shot glasses. An indication that she wasn't drinking too much on the job, but unfortunately for whoever was employing her right now, she was. "I work for them, I hunt rogue Vats and then blamo, they end up dead." She said, bringing the glass over and putting it in front of a man in a black suit.

This man, he was stranger than most. In this city, people were strange. They always had a... Tick about them. Something odd, something good, something... Way too good about them. It was always something. For him, it was how he dressed in contrast to the potty mouthed girl who drank terrible whiskey and did shady jobs for dodgey people. She was in a jacket, dirty, grimy... His suit was fresh, clean. A faint scent of lavender was in the air too... It was the only good thing in the office, honestly. He picked up the glass, and brought it up to his lips and took a sip before talking. "That might just be, Ma'am Jakso, but you do know who I am?"

"Course'." She crudely replied, her unimpressed look just staring at the man as she took a swing and... Well, coughed. Things that are said are usually true, and as stated earlier, this whiskey was pisswater. Or it tasted like that. "Big wig in the exec office, has a Darwin pistol in his jacket... Like the ones old women use once their paranoid nature kicks in. You really need an upgrade, Big Wig."

He blinked at this girl... The only thing he could think about was 'this is our top field operator?'. It was a thought that wracked his head with confusion, bewilderment almost. She seemed messy, rude and quite frankly unprofessional. He did a small cough to himself, before pulling out a file and dropping it on her desk. "This is a high profile target, I want him elimanated. Gone from the picture. His name is Alexander Hols, he's a vat-"

"Woah woah woah, rewind. What do you mean, Hols?" She stood up, picking up the file and flicking through it rapidly. Her eyes looked over the file, the name, right down to the bloody picture. It was him, Alex Hols. The freedom fighter fighting for the west Cyber-Trix branch, W-Tech. W-Tech was a... Split off. A rogue little faction Cyber-Trix could never leash. She put the file down, before picking up the mans glass of 'whiskey' and almost completely downed the glass before staring at him.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"