The GenRep beacon had worked flawlessly. I knew it would come in handy sooner or later, I just hadn’t thought it would be this soon. Never the less I whas alive and breathing even as I had been lying gasping on the bloody street only minutes ago. I checked my inventory to make sure that all my items had been recovered properly, as I looked over my belongings I noticed something that did not quite belong. A recordable datacube had appeared in my backpack, I took it out and studied it and as I did it immediately activated. As the cube interfaced with my RPOS the image of a man fluttered onto my retina, it whas a familiar image a man I had met many times before. He whas a secretary to the newly instated President Jack Red of Neocron with the specific duty of handling freelance job assignments. He explained that the datacube had been deposited into the NEXT item database in order to deliver to me a covert task. I whas to assassinate a traitor to the CityAdmin hiding within the Outzone sectors. I whas supplied with a picture of the perp but not his name. Didn’t matter anyway knowing the name of a target only creates needless human attachment. I strapped on the paw of bear and headed out, the traitor would be hiding among the criminals of the jailhouse club. It wouldn’t save him however the place more defensive holes than a Swiss cheese, and I knew them all.
I stalked through Outzone sector 4 and after dispatching a pair of mutant soldiers I found what I whas looking for, the sewage canal for the jail whas connected to a sector 4 storage house by ways of a bared passage. The bars where still in place but they where old and rusted through, an easy target for my razor talons. The Paw of bear slized through the bars like a knife through hot butter and I pushed them aside with ease making my way into the old jailhouse. Inside I whas greeted by a gruesome sight, the CopBot guards had been crucified upon the walls they had been tasked with guarding the reactor coolant spilling down the wall behind them looking frighteningly like dried blood. Sadly nothing could be done for these loyal servants of the CityAdmin and I moved on in search of my mark. I descended into the tunnels beneath the western courtyard and crept silently into the very heart of crimes citadel. Within I saw several wanted criminals enjoying themselves thinking themselves safe from the law. Little did they know that the law had come to get them. I quickly located my mark sitting in a corner by himself. I crept up as close as I could under the cover of the heavy music but I whas still out of reach. It whas now or never and I quickly leaped towards my target talons first piercing his heart and instantly killing the traitor barstard. However this had awakened the criminal elements of the club and they instantly opened fire upon me, I vaulted up the stairs and forced my way through the closing doors. Plasma crackled all around me as I dived into the main sewage canal of the jailhouse and swam for freedom.
When I arrived back in my Viarosso apartment a quick check of the Citycom confirmed my payment, another job well done.
You dont aim a CS. You close your eyes and pray.