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Shaking your head you press on through the crowd, only occasionally catching glimpses of the red woman among the foot traffic and veritable sea of brightly lit umbrellas near mega-building eleven. Whatever it is she’s headed off to, that’s her biz. Usually when someone yaps on the holo about flatlining some gonk you’d assume it was a load of bullshit, but flashing that much obvious combat chrome and those Tyger Claw colors? Something tells you she's not pretending.
There’s <span class="mu-i">something</span> going down in the direction of Kabuki.
You bite at your lip nervously, feeling that you’re forgetting something really important. There was something on N54 about that earlier, wasn’t there? You weren’t paying much attention, too lost in your own thoughts and sulking. As you get closer to the iconic multi-tiered marketplace the street and foot traffic are thinning out, but the rain and fireworks keep pace - if anything they’re growing more intense. Closer. Weird ass fireworks to sound like that, almost like gunfire.
No, that’s definitely gunfire. Long bursts, erratic and echoing. Any gonk who’s relived a decent action BD could pick it out.
Squinting through the vibrantly colored crowd, you make out the red and blue flashing lights of NCPD police cruisers blocking some of the foot paths ahead. A few officers in full tactical gear are keeping a small crowd back from the line, a dozen more pointing guns inward toward the alleys and footpaths leading to the marketplace. A trauma team AV is even circling further in past the alleys and buildings, probably right over the multi-tiered marketplace, stubby little jets burning blue in the wash of rain. It’s not alone. Three of the flying white and blue bricks are orbiting the marketplace, spotlights pointed toward the center, each steadily tracking something.
