*The figure sighs with disappointment at the haul, but doesn't complain, its something. It quickly deletes the pornorgraphy hub, but keeps the games and drug line.... It flicks its wrist again and looks back down to the streets below to see what has occurred* [spoiler]Good job. You are learning to keep true to your storyline, not just cater to your RP'rs every wish.[/spoiler]

A junkie hurriedly gathers his drugs into his arms, looking around crazily. A couple of lovers clumsily dress, not noticing the real threat of the approaching danger in the passing haze of sex. Then, from the corner the alerting junkie came from, motorcycles drifted cleanly into the scene, their drivers skidding the heels of their boots against the dirt and laughing maniacally. They hit the gas of their steeds and charge towards the poor Downtowners. One hits the male lover across the face with a metal pipe, shattering his nose and sending him to the ground unconscious, while another snatches his screaming whore, the snatcher squeezing tightly on one of the girl's breasts. He cackles savagely over her screams. Another trips the druggie while a buddy snatches all the data-chips, pills, vapes, and syringes they can fit into one arm. They drive off hollering, raising their loot in the air to show their friends. Then, in a flurry of dust and gas, the gang is gone. In their trail, the flattened corpses of the two Downtown rats who failed to escape their pillaging, ran over like the vermin they were. This place is a fuçking jungle.

*The figure follows the gang, running along the sides of the buildings and jumping from ledge to ledge with ease* [i]Not nearly as fun as Genellian's underworld, but it will do.[/i]

As you follow the flustered Downtowners, you hear the distant, automated warnings and sirens of the Cyber-Police behind you. You take a glance at the noise and see a small squadron of droids sprinting after the bikers, each toting a Kriksboc-19 in their arms. Better get out of that mess. As you follow the rats in their clumsy and drunken escapes, you see one of them with a handgun in their timid grip as they fled from the darkness of the alleyways. You're Power Gauntlet tells you that gun is an FN4 pistol ((new entry to Weapons database)), a standard sidearm with considerable damage, though it has an unordinary recoil to it that a pistol never would, making it a double-edged sword ((metaphor)). There is also no place for sights or scope on it, so whoever tries to hit a target at point blank with the FN4 has to feel pretty lucky to.

[i]Hmmm.... Could be a useful weapon. Seems like it is in the hands of the unworthy, how about I liberate it?[/i] *The figure quickly moves in, casting from underneath their cloak a tangle of wires with rocks at the ends. With a well-timed throw the figure casts the contraption at the fleeing rat's legs, the rocks wrapping the wire tightly around their legs and causing the rat to trip and fall. The figure quickly drops down and grabs the pistol from the stunned rat's hand, hefting its weight before clicking the safety and twirling the gun on their finger before holstering it somewhere under the dark cloak. The cloaked figure takes a quick glance around before quickly running at a nearby wall, somehow jumping off of it to grab hold of a ledge and swing themselves higher. Once high above the ground the figure takes a look around, searching for more targets to liberate of their undeserving possessions*