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The eastern seaboard was one continuous city, spanning from the very tip of Maine and right down into Florida. Advertisements of Zenith Industries and it's thousands of subsidiaries fluttered across holo-displays throughout the ever ending Metropolis. To many people, New York was still New York, Bangor was still Bangor. The corporate railway and highways connected it all together and it was a big, happy, wonderful land.

Ignorance was bliss, nobody wants to know how nasty and dirty it is out there. That's why everyone sticks those stupid little chips in their skulls and continues on their stupid little lives, not caring about how things really went. Racism, bigotry, violence, hedonism...the world never changes, it just gets new ways to hate and kill. That's why Fixers came to be.

People who were technically not considered even there, they had no chips, no stupid rules and no big system trying to scan when you take a shit. Luce preferred it that way, not everyone did...but those people probably had miserable lives and died miserable.

Wizard, you sure this is the place? Luce said through her internal com in her ear, glancing up at the building. It was a pounding nightclub, slash business establishment. It wasn't uncommon to see buildings shoot into the sky and have a hundred different little businesses and purposes all through it. Her pupil dilated, and the entire building was highlighted. The people who owned it were under about a hundred different aliases, which didn't make it any easier.

Positive, she's on the fiftieth floor. You go bottom, Aernir goes top...and you meet in the middle. They weren't specific on how you got her out, they just want her out. Do it fast, we don't know what's going on in there...but...

Luce grinned a little, hands stuffed in her jacket. But there's no reason I shouldn't make them regret doing this? Inwardly, Wizard sighed just a little, rubbing his forehead. Luce knew what she was doing...but he was hoping that both of them would remember that they were on a time-scale.

Mages had always been something in the world, the old, old stories told of them advising kings, casting spells that would burn a man's brain in their skull and everything else. Well, the world got a lot smaller when technology got involved...so it wasn't uncommon for Mages to ply that influence for positions of power. The Van Agteran family's daughter ended up missing, until they got a very...explicit holo-vid with their daughter in it. One of the local mafias has apparently been trying to put pressure on removing mages from the system. Wizard was telling them that the father just wanted it done, and whatever happened...happened.

She did love jobs like this, freedom...like a playground. She headed toward the front door of the building, hands still in her pockets. She wasn't a very imposing woman, even if she did have a sharp set of eyes and a wicked grin.

How's the security, Wizard? she asked as she came up to the front door. Cameras, scanners...the whole deal. There was a faint, half second of the lights going off, barely perceptible...but enough for Luce to step inside the club. She could already see who was armed, and who wasn't...crime guys didn't have to be subtle in their own turf.

You're good, but you've only got a fifteen second window...make it fast. The alarms would trigger either way, but she had a temporary element of surprise. She moved closer inside and reached into her coat, flicking the safety off of her Vanguard.

"Fast is what I do!" Luce grinned widely, shouldering her weapon as she let loose a burst of gunfire. The first mafia thug didn't see it coming, a thunderous rattle of three shots, and a massive starburst of muzzle flash alerted everyone to her presence, and her target went down in a spray of blood, slamming against the wall and sliding down with a choked cry.

She advanced quickly, shoving aside some stupid bitch as she fired one handed, catching another across the head in a spray of skull and brain matter. People hit the deck screaming, others scrambling to get away in time. There was more of them than she thought.

Excellent

Ugh, Aernir...she's doing it again... Wizard mumbled. She didn't have time to play! They needed to hussle!
 
Aernir was on the top of the tall building as he listened to Luce and Wizard talking over the commlink channel. He was quiet, a likely characteristic of a man who dealt in the shadiest of businesses: Assassination. Of course, he wasn't just an assassin. If he was, he would have been working alone. The proper title for the ex Yakuza was Fixer. He was a Fixer with the specialty of sneaking wherever he had to sneak and retrieving what needed to be retrieved. The Edward Van Agteren did not need him to kill, just to retrieve. So he would sneak through this mission with minimal casualties, seeing as how he knew Luce was going to kill as many people as possible. If someone needed to die, they only need to get in his way. Otherwise, Aernir wasn't going to bother anyone. He just needed to accomplish his mission: Saving Ashlotte Van Agteren.

He took one last drag of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, stamping it out with his feet. Never knew when he'd be able to take his last puff, so it was a habit that he did just before a mission and after. Sometimes even during if he was idle enough. He could still hear her scolding him, telling him if he didn't quit he'd end up with a cybernetic lung. He smirked. Well, that was fine..

Hearing the first gunshot from Luce, Aernir quickly picked the lock of the door that led to the top floor. "Wizard," Was all he needed to say before waiting a few seconds so he could do his thing. With Luce causing up a ruckus, he didn't want to be detected. When he was sure that the alarm was disabled for the door, he opened it and quickly descended down the stair case. He had a little ways to go before he reached the fiftieth floor. The good news was, however..well he at least know where the target was. He had done missions where they had to search floor after floor for their target. Needless to say it wasn't fun.

Suddenly he heard a loud echoing a few floors beneath him....he wasn't the only person who wanted to use a staircase. Yells and cursing echoed throughout the hall as Aernir stopped and put his back to the wall. "Wizard, mind shutting out the lights?" He whispered into his commlink.
 
On it, Wizard replied, there was a faint flicker...before the lights turned off in earnest. It was an easy guess to say that people were more than a little riled by Luce, considering how the gunfire hadn't stopped since she started. The staircase winded all the way through the building, it was not the fastest route, but it was the safest. The only lights left on were the security lights, casting the entire shaft in an eerie red glow. Their paranoia had reached a fever pitch, but it was understandable...you didn't kidnap someone like a Van Agteren and not expect some retaliation, they probably just didn't expect such direct retaliation.

"The fuck was that?" One of the men further down said, drawing a pistol and chambering it as they peered up the staircase.

"It doesn't matter," another said. "Probably some Fixers, I told you we shouldn-"

"Shut the fuck up,' A third said, he sounded older, a little more experienced...or at least more willing to not die. "Get to her, now. Get everyone you can, call the boss." he said, more were coming in from the various floors in their confusion. The lights were shutting off, one by one...and so were the security systems. The playground was dark, and Luce was making excellent time. She had already cut a path through the club and was moving up.

That call isn't going to go out, Wizard supplied, almost gleefully. He was isolating them one by one. Luce is on the second floor now, you better keep up. It was not a complicated plan, but it'd work. Wizard usually wanted a little more tact, but...Luce didn't seem to enjoy the more subtle things of their job.
 
Man, Wizard was a..wizard. Aernir smiled. This was definitely more of his element, especially when his red eyes could still see perfectly in the darkness. He listened to their laughable conversation, but he heard the inside man tell him they wouldn't be reaching their boss tonight. They could call whoever they wanted to..it wouldn't stop Aernir and Luce from getting to the target. Aernir decided that it was enough standing around. He could actually make it to the fiftieth floor in a short amount of time, but...well he had to keep with Luce, not beat her there. Gravity was his advantage, but he'd save it for when they would make their escape. Now about these men getting in his way...

Aernir was quick in descending as quick as possible. The men he had heard on the lower floor were in sight, and he took out the older one looking first, as he was the first one in Aernir's path. They would hear a wet gurgling sound before they turned around with their weapons pointed in the air, though they would only see a body collapsing to the floor, a pool of blood growing larger and larger by the second. Before either one of them could commend, Aernir was behind them both, his long arms snaking around them as he got rather close and personal, his two knives on their necks. Without waiting for a reaction, he sliced their throats too, and two thuds followed. Darkness was always his best friend.

Aernir did a good job in keeping up with Luce, at least he thought he did. She was fast, but so was he. He continued descending and killing anyone in his path as quickly as possible before he finally got to the fiftieth floor.
 
Luce's ascent could be trailed by the blood and shell casings, the office block she had moved into was a battleground from cubicle to cubicle. She slammed the door open with her shoulder and put three into the first man she saw, he went sprawling back with a gurgle of pain as he hit the ground and more men came out of the woodwork to open fire. She ducked under a computer desk as bullets blew chunks away from the particle board walls.

"Fucking army in here," Luce muttered, ejecting her empty magazine to slap another one in, tapping the bolt release before she swung out to lay sideways. She caught sight of a trio of legs, and she pulled the trigger in a burst of automatic fire that sent two down in howls of pain before the third moved out like an idiot, and she put two in his groin as he fell back. She rose up quickly, weapon shouldered. Two more rounds in each of them, and she was up the stairs again.

"Oh, shit!" One of the men said, Luce had enough time to move out of the stairwell as gunfire pinged against the concrete. She lowered her Vanguard, unclipping a flashbang from her vest.

Wizard, where is Aernir? she said, pulling the pin and tossing it inside. There was a thunderous roar, and a high pitched one with the hiss of chaff. She moved in quickly, weapon upward. Four shots put a man against the wall with a fresh coat of red behind him. She moved up the steps smoothly, swinging around to put a man down with a shot to the knee as he stumbled down the stairs, breaking his neck on the way while she moved past.

Almost there, Wizard said. You made his job easier, Luce...you're both coming up on the fiftieth floor He had one side, she had the other...easy, but her little yakuza buddy always wanted things nice and by the book. His side probably had too many people alive.

Tch, lanky bastard probably waited until all fun was done. she muttered dryly, giving a precursory sweep around the stairwell before she settled against the door to the fiftieth floor. Let me know when you're ready, Aernir..
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Fuck, fuck. Nothing was working, the lights were off...there was about sixty men between them and staying alive, but they had one thing left. Their precious ransom. That's right, if they could get out with her, they'd be fine. That was the problem. Mafioso Julien glared at the woman tied to the chair. They had re-purposed one of the offices to serve as her final place, her panties had been long since discarded with her bra, and she was left with little more than her pride after the video they had sent her parents. She was a beautiful thing, bound by a pair of anklets and bracelets that suppressed her disgusting mage powers...it was hard not to touch her, even now.

"We're not done yet..." Julien promised almost breathlessly, fingers slipping along her inner thigh with a wide smirk. "You're going to get what you deserve, you little bitch." he said. What a waste, too...they had so much more planned, but it couldn't be helped. They had to record it and kill her now, dead or not...it'd make the point they wanted.
 
Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Aernir casually made his way down the steps, his white undershirt completely soaked with blood, along with his tatted up arms and his hands. It was difficult to tell if he was bleeding, but it wasn't very likely considering the dermal plating under his skin, and the fact that both is legs were cyberware. Aernir was augmented to hell and back. He only had one knife drawn right now, after all when he made his descent so did all the other guys who were rushing towards the first floor to stop Luce. Yeah, he had it easier, but he couldn't do anything about it now. More than likely if he opened the door, a hail of bullet fire would soon follow. So of course, he pulled out a flash grenade. Something he grew very fond of after seeing Luce with it once upon a time.

Here we go. Cover your ears. Aernir stood in front of the door and then kicked it. Hard. It flew into the hallway, and any gunfire would be stopped as Aernir pressed his back to the wall. He then slid the flash grenade far into the hallway, and a loud BANG echoed throughout the hall along with a bright flash of light. Aernir wasted no time, knowing that Luce would cover him as he ran into the chaos, drawing another knife and immediately going to work on clearing out the hallway as the men frantically tried to come to their senses. Most were still seeing the light, others were deafened and temporarily blinded. There was still gunfire, though it was random and the idiots were practically shooting themselves.

***

Ashlotte had a dead look in her eye, as she had long since turned herself off to these people when they started stripping her and touching her in lewd, perverted ways. She had resigned herself to death already, mainly because Ashlotte did not believe in heroes or saviors. She knew her parents would send Fixers after her, but even if that was so she knew these men would do anything just to prove their point of stupidity. She was still in danger until this Julien was dead on the ground. If only she could escape these cursed bindings...she would have long since busted herself out of this place.

As Julien came over to her and slid his hand against her thigh, she just looked away from him. She refused to talk to him, and had been quiet after several hours of being fondled and molested. It was a wonder she hadn't been raped, though she wonder if they were just playing it on the cautious side for now.

Ashlotte sat up straight and proper with a scowl on her face. Even being naked and bound, she wouldn't give them so much as a twitch.
 
Luce slammed her door open with her shoulder, sending it off the hinges as she swung her Vanguard around, precise semi-automatic fire tore though them as Julien glanced back at the whine of the flashbang. He cursed, drawing his pistol quickly as the camera wirelessly flicked on. No time now, he had to end this quick. The point would be lost if they didn't kill her! Those two fixers were making short work of his men, dammit! Dammit!

How did they find them so fast!?

He flicked the safety off his gun, pressing it against her forehead. He didn't get a chance to pull the trigger. There was a shatter of glass, and Julien tightened before his eyes rolled back with a faint, shuddering gag.

"Fucking show off," Luce muttered, moving quickly into the room with a quick sweep before kicking Julien into the side of the wall. A perfectly thrown knife, right into the back of the skull. He couldn't breathe, he could barely move, blood and brain matter started to eek out of his wound as Luce moved closer. Curiously, the camera followed Luce's movements.

"Bye bye, fuckhead." She said, grinning widely as she flicked her selector switch to auto, and emptied twenty five rounds into his head in a shower of blood, bone and brain. There was nothing left when Luce was done, just a stump of blood and gore.

That'll be a good thing to go viral on. Wizard said gleefully. You've got a little bit of time before they get through my hacks, guys. Hurry up. You'll get guests sooner or later.
 
Ashlotte watched rather callously as Julien started dying in front of her. She didn't know what hit him, but she knew he was dying. The Fixers really had gotten to her in time. That was surprising, but she was grateful. First one she saw was a woman with a mean looking gun. As she kicked Julien into the wall, she couldn't help but smile a bit. That man got what he deserved instead. A fitting end when one of her saviors completely blew off his head. In front of the camera no less. Perhaps Julien did make a point..to never fuck with a mage who had connections. Which most of them did.

Suddenly she felt warm breath tickle the back of her neck. She jumped and saw a handsome face smiling down at her as he picked the locks to her restraints. "Miss Van Agteren." He casually greeted. If it wasn't for the fact that he was soaked in blood, he'd look like a true gentlemen. Once her hands were free, he knelt down and unlocked her ankle cuffs. His eyes flashed to her bare womanly entrance, which smelled amazing to him. He had to focus, but damn. Rescuing hot naked girls was always difficult for him.

"We're going, we're going." Always a standard answer from Aernir when he felt rushed. "Miss, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to carry you. Feel free to cast any spells when you're on my back though." He kept himself knelt down, and Ashlotte hesitated before he climbed onto his back. "Let's go, Luce. We got the package."

As they headed back out the room, more men had flooded into the halls. Immediately, bullet fire rained upon them, and for a moment Aernir nearly retreated for cover. But he heard Ashlotte's soft voice tell him to stay. He broke out into a sweat as the bullets missed both he and Luce. Damn, mages were overpowered. He always hated being against one of them, especially if they could do this. "Luce, stay close but mow them down, would ya?" He couldn't do much with Ashlotte on his back. Well he could, but he wouldn't risk her life.
 
"Nag, nag, nag..." Luce muttered. He always had to eyefuck every pretty girl that they saved, didn't he? Oh yes, ever the big strong hero. Still, when the men poured in...Luce was surprised to see the bullets simply divert past them and hit the walls and cubicles next to them. Mages, always a fucking riot. Still, she was grateful for the breather as she ejecting her thirty rounder and stuffed it in the loose bag at her side before reaching back and grinning.

"My turn," she purred, smacking in a chunky, sixty round casket magazine and smacking the bolt release. The men blinked in surprise, before squeezed down the trigger and raked it across. Half of them didn't make it, blood splattered across the walls as Luce's eyes went wild with glee, casings clattering to her feet as simply raked the weapon back and forth as people desperately tried to get out of the way, one almost made it before he got hit in the back and Luce put seven more into him as he twitched and died.

"Go!" Luce howled, taking a step backwards. "Up the stairs!" They had a ride coming, Luce just hoped they weren't late. When her gun almost ran empty, she switched to Semi-Auto and shouldered it, firing at anyone who tried to peek out. God, she was soaked now. That was a fucking rush and a half!
 
Up. That's right, they were going up this time. Well, gravity could still work in Aernir's favor. As they ascended up the stair case, he effortlessly moved up the staircase as gunfire continued to pass by them. Ashlotte was quiet, probably focusing on her spell. So he just smacked each and every man that got passed Luce's gunfire off the side of the stair railing, and they plunged to their deaths. It didn't take long for them to get to the top of the building working together, though Aernir could hear even more men ascending the stairs knowing their targets were there. Whatever, they wouldn't make it.

"Thanks for the help, little lady." He said as he set her down so she could get into their getaway ride. Ashlotte gave him a smile.

"Thank you." She told him, and then climbed into the aircraft. Aernir waited for Luce to get in before he jumped in as well. Another successful mission. It's not like they'd be able to stop them at this point.
 
Fuckers just kept coming, didn't they. She couldn't cover every angle, but they kept moving to just about every floor that had a door. Whatever the Mage girl was doing was making it easier, shooting at them didn't seem to effect much as they finally made it to the tiltrotor. Luce tugged her last flashbang off her belt and tossed it down the staircase, shutting the door behind her as she moved up to join them, rifle shouldered as the aircraft took off. Losers.

Satisfied, she slid up to the back and pulled out a dufflebag, tossing it to the Mage.

"Here," she murmured. "Change your clothes, I'm sure you want out of those." she said, checking her weapon before flicking the safety off and letting it hang against her chest.

All clear, Wizard...we're heading to the meet-up point.

Nice work, you guys got a fat check coming! So did he, actually!
 
Ashlotte looked down at the dufflebag and nodded towards the woman. The clothes that were in there where...common. However, anything was better than her attempting to shield her body from hungry eyes. Specifically Aernir's since he couldn't stop looking at her. After she was dressed, she attempted to fix her platinum blonde locks as best she could before clearing her throat. "Thank you for rescuing me from those brutes. You saved me just before I met a certain death, and for that I will forever grateful. Might I know your names?" She asked the two, though she was positive she'd only get their aliases.

"No problem, your parents are paying us top dollar for you. I'm Aernir." He wouldn't dare introduce Luce, but since there was an invisible person that helped them with their mission, he'd go ahead and mention him. "The guy who disabled the alarms and did the thing with the lights, we call him Wizard." He then gestured towards Luce. "Crazy girl with the guns, why don't you tell Miss Van Agteren your name." He loved teasing her, though sometimes he'd go too far and end up with bullets in his dermal plating.
 
"...Luce," she muttered, fingers tapping on her bicep as she eyed Aernir with an easy warning 'back the fuck off of her'. "Nice trick with the little deflection thing, Ash...saved our asses, that's for sure. Your Daddy should be happy to have you back in one piece, they do anything to you?" Other than what she assumed was the obvious, anyway...no doubt she'd get some kind of insane biomedical look over for anything out of the ordinary when her parents had her again.
 
Aernir quickly shifted his eyes away as he counted his blades. Fuck, he was missing one..he hadn't been able to retrieve it from that guys head, especially when Luce had literally shot his head off. Ah well, he'd just have to find another one. He pulled off the bloody undershirt he had on, revealing a tattooed, toned and scarred upper body. Aernir was by no means large, but he definitely had an abdomen chicks usually drooled over. Ashlotte did her best to ignore him, though his tattoos were certainly interesting.

"It wasn't a trick. There were many spirits in that building and they protected us because I asked them to. I drew them in close and they made a barrier around us so we wouldn't get shot." She explained to Luce as she sat back in her seat. "They were more than happy to help considering they were spirits of people killed by that Mafia gang." She sighed when she went to answer her next question.

"A few grabs and pets here and there but nothing serious."
 
Luce settled back, head tilted against the seat. "Well, you can go back to your perfect little paradise of a world once this is all over, and someone else will be paid to bail you out again." she shrugged. "Still, nice work...most girls I know that are rich and snobby would piss all over Aernir's back in the middle of a gun fight. Actually happened a few times," she smirked. "I think he liked it though, he's a creep."
 
Aernir glared at Luce. Making him look bad in front of a lady. However to his surprise, Ashlotte began to giggle. Did she actually enjoy Luce's sense of humor? A spoiled, official looking girl like her? "I've seen my fair share of firefights. My parents never did like me working for corporate security. They'll probably make me drop out of that now that I'm out of this mess." Ashlotte said, though her smile began to drop a little. Yeah, she almost died, but she enjoyed using her magic in battle. Just because she enjoyed the finer things in life too, did not mean she couldn't get her hands dirty.
 
"Well..." Luce clicked her tongue with a wide smirk. "Look at that, little silken fingers like to burn, do they?" she purred. "Consider me surprised, Ash." Ash, that sounded better than her dumb real name. "Corporate Security is chump work compared to what we do, so how did a girl like you get caught up in that? You obviously can handle yourself." You thought you knew something until someone else came and ruined that perception.
 
Ashlotte didn't seem to mind the nickname. She crossed her pale legs and then looked up in thought. "I'm twenty four years old. I discovered I was a mage at ten. I've had fourteen years to practice magic. Not being able to use my talents to the best of my abilities is a waste. At first my parents were proud to know they had given birth to a mage, but now they hate it. Mostly because I refuse to sit around and spend my fathers money. I like to make my own, and Megacorps pay mages top dollar." She explained.

Aernir raised an eyebrow. He too, had been fooled by appearances. "..your parents probably won't let you do anything anymore after this. They almost lost you once. You're probably never gonna see the light of day again, Miss Van Agteren."
 
"Sucks being rich, huh?" Luce snorted. "Not our problem, Aernir...stop looking like it is," He was barking up the wrong tree way too quick for her liking, she knew what he was doing. "We get paid, we go home, end of our involvement." It was to the point and very much true, of course. Fixers just did the job, they didn't get emotional about things...like Luce felt like he was doing. If it was that stupid honor code again...
 
Ashlotte sighed hearing Aernir's words, though Luce's were even more colder and blunt than his. She really didn't want to go back to wasting away in that large mansion. She was sure her parents wouldn't let her go back to the comfortable, corporate mage life either. She knew there was only one way she could get away, but the problem was she needed people to help her.

"Yeah, I know it's not our problem. It's not like I can't feel bad for her, Luce." Aernir said with a shrug. Man, that wom really seemed to hate well off people. Though it was understandable considering she probably didn't have the best past. Most Fixer's didn't..he didn't know the details but...he could definitely see her disdain for wealthy individuals.

"It's okay," Ashlotte began, drawing Aernir's attention away from Luce. "I'll figure something out."
 
"Well, I guess we'll keep in touch with your Dad, so we can drag you back again," Luce smirked a little as the aircraft started to descend. The personal estate of Van Agteren had a landing pad, but who rich didn't have one, was the better question? Not much the mafia could do in the privacy of her house, at any rate. Her parents were already waiting as Luce slid out, scratching the back of her neck.

Wizard, make sure they're already transferring the funds she said. Ugh, she hated rich people...made her break out in hives. The house was stupid huge, for stupid people.

Already on it, we've gotten our cash, so be polite, Luce. What? Her? She was always polite!
 
Aernir didn't really like the sound of Ashlotte's voice. As sarcastic as Luce sounded, he had a feeling she was right...Ashlotte would probably run away, and if they were hired to retrieve her, they'd do just that. As much as he really did hate to see someones freedom taken away, even if it was by her own parents. This left a bad taste in his mouth, knowing he was retrieving her from one captor and giving her up to another. However, this was his punishment...the only way for him to repent. Doing things that broke his code until the day he died would no doubt land him in the middle of hell where he belonged.

"Time to go home, Ashlotte." Aernir said as he got up and escorted her out of the tiltroter. Ashlotte reluctantly followed him. Oh man, maybe he should have put on a shirt first? Eh, his bare chest was fine compared to that blood covered undershirt. Any excuse to show off the tats.
 
"Ashlotte!" Her parents said in unison as they moved to embrace her. "Thank god! You're safe and sound!" Her mother said, stroking her face and examining her for any cuts or bruises like a mother hen. Luce snorted faintly, but kept it to herself. Gee, must be nice having people who gave a shit about you growing up...
 
"Yes." Ashlotte was more or less robotic in her answer. She had shown them much more personality when they were alone with her. "I'm tired though. Can I please go to bed?" She asked them. Her balding father hugged her tighter and then let her go.

"Anything you want sweetie. We'll get you examined by a doctor later, and then we'll book you an appointment with the best pyschiatrist in the city. Then we've got to.." Ashlotte cut her father off by leaving the group, going inside of the mansion's elevator. He laughed and then looked to Aernir and Luce. "I'm glad she's still herself. Thank you for everything. I trust you have received your payment, yes?" Aernir took out a cigarette now that the young lady was gone.

"Yes. Feel free to contact us if you have anymore problems." He said as he lit up the cigarette.
 
"Let's roll," Luce mumbled, in the most polite voice that she could manage...which was somewhere between a cat being scraped by sandpaper and a dog possessively gnawing a bone as she turned to leave. They'd get dropped off somewhere downtown, and then that would be that...thank god, she needed to be around some real people. Still, the pretty bird was back in her gilded cage...she'd bet another paycheck that they'd get another request soon enough.

"Rich people," she muttered, heading back to the tiltrotor. "In their little bubbles..."
 
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