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Little China, Watson
"Simple job," Remi muttered.
He pressed himself back into his seat. He had parked up in a dark corner.
The job sounded single, but it was a touch outside of his usual scope. People brought vehicles to his autoshop or they engaged in minor scuffles for darkwire.
He was without his usual group. A bunch of low level enforcers from Darkwire that called themselves 32nd Mex. Today he had outside help.
"There," he whispered.
The armoured car didn't look out of place, but the fact that it stopped was. Two men in crisp black and white stepped out, accompanied by one with an oversized jacket.
"Standard affair," he muttered. There would be a compact machine gun in that jacket. Two corpos and their guard.
"That isn't."
The next figure out of the car was more mod than woman. A serious combat platform with a human brain.
"Merde. That is one nasty lookin Borg."
They were supposed to drive the car around the corner and quickly jack it with a tracker. The jon suddenly seemed less simple.
Little China, Watson
"Simple job," Remi muttered.
He pressed himself back into his seat. He had parked up in a dark corner.
The job sounded single, but it was a touch outside of his usual scope. People brought vehicles to his autoshop or they engaged in minor scuffles for darkwire.
He was without his usual group. A bunch of low level enforcers from Darkwire that called themselves 32nd Mex. Today he had outside help.
"There," he whispered.
The armoured car didn't look out of place, but the fact that it stopped was. Two men in crisp black and white stepped out, accompanied by one with an oversized jacket.
"Standard affair," he muttered. There would be a compact machine gun in that jacket. Two corpos and their guard.
"That isn't."
The next figure out of the car was more mod than woman. A serious combat platform with a human brain.
"Merde. That is one nasty lookin Borg."
They were supposed to drive the car around the corner and quickly jack it with a tracker. The jon suddenly seemed less simple.