Chapter 1 (9-9)

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A man in a hooded pomcho stands in the rain, unmoving as bustling crowds move around him. Market stalls of food, Neon streets signs and holograms of fully naked women and products are out on the side of the street.

The hooded man stands there like a statue waiting, his head slowly tilts. In the distance, through a crack in the crowd, he watches a man, he has cybernetic implants, his eyes glow a luminescent aqua blue.

The poncho man slowly walks forward, keeping his eyes on the man.

The blue eyed man makes a purchase at the stall and keeps walking. He eventually leaves the crowd and approaches a wide alleyway. A woman in the alley approaches him while walking, caresses and kisses his neck, her voice has a robotic tinge, a synthetic prostitue. Her pimp is watching from the distance. He pushes the synth to the ground and keeps walking.

He pulls a pistol out and quickly turns firing at the poncho man who had been discreetly approaching from behind. The poncho man ducks behind a metal trash container. The criminal cuts a corner. The synth prostitutes all run with their pimp.

The poncho man emerges from cover, under his poncho he draws an SMG and Pistol. With the SMG in his left hand he charges the corner firing relentlessly, emptying the magazine. With the SMG rested on his shoulder he slices corner with his pistol in his right hand.

The criminal is running. Poncho man holds down his trigger, automatic rounds from his pistol fly out, tearing through his abdomen and spine. He drops.

Poncho man reloads his SMG and Pistol as he walks towards the man. With blood spewing from his stomach and lower back, he drags himself in pain, begging and crying, staining the concrete ground with blood.

Poncho man stands above him.

"Please I--" he says, before the metallic thud of three rounds hitting his head mask his tears for mercy with an disturbing embrace of silence. Poncho man watches the rain dilute his blood for a moment before kneeling over the dead criminal.

He draws a machete from his waist, hidden behind his poncho like his other weapons, and starts hacking into body in the alleyway.

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