>>6108046>>6108094You hide behind one of the turned-over taxis and look over to realize with shock that it's almost all corporate goons on the ground. It seems impossible, but it's true: It's just one guy, fighting the group as a whole. His body isn't clothed: Rather, it's an armored metal exoskeleton too thin to be human, with four arms all swiveling about separately: He has no skin showing, devoting his whole body to cyber augments. Hiding behind this cold, heartless appearance, his six slim limbs make him more an insect than a human being- if he's even human at all. The terrorist bolts from place to place at blinding speed- his legs move faster and generate more force than muscle could possibly accomplish, hitting the ground sooner and delivering more force to his body. It's almost as if he's hopping- the deadliest locust on Earth.
It's gotten to the point where they're launching grenades in the hope of catching him with a direct hit. Bullets bounce off his mechanical carapace, and electronic eyes in all directions give him insight into attacks from all sides. Despite this incredible performance, all it would take is one hit to put him down. In return, however, an attempt to line up an automated turret is silenced instantly with a heavy pistol blowing the base off of the device and shattering the camera with the second bullet. Before the operator can flee, a third shot kills him. The violence is almost mesmerizing- despite the brutality, there's a level of technique and precision you can't help but appreciate.
Is he really a terrorist? It doesn't seem like it. He's not attacking anyone but the footsoldiers. In fact, was he the one to set off the explosion at all, or was that them, trying to kill him?
>>6107992>>6108071>>6108087Either way, someone like that has no room for you- if you stepped in, you would just be a hinderance. You get into the abandoned taxi, throw your bag into the passenger seat, move the seat forward, and buckle your seatbelt. It's a little hard to see over the console, but you're not going far. You rev up the engine, and it bolts forward before you're ready for it. Still, you regain control and keep driving. After two seconds, you hear and feel a bullet punch through the headrest, just six inches above the top of your skull. It throws spiderwebs across the window and further cuts your visibility, but you keep going.
You don't have much further to go- in fact, you have to pause and pull over, realizing you've gone too far. Slamming your foot as hard as you can on the brake, you feel the wheel jerk in your hands. Low visibility, the damaged vehicle, and your lackluster height combine to almost force you to crash. Screeching to a halt, you catch your breath and feel the implant on the back of your neck pulse in pain. You quickly move to park and shudder for a few seconds to regain control of your body. Grabbing your bag, you crawl out of the taxi and force yourself to stand.
Just a little further.
