The day felt dark… It was always dark in the slums, at least it’d been that way for months now. It seemed as though the sky was perpetually in overcast and there was no escape from the overwhelming sense of dread. Mason, however, felt differently. He dreamed of a day where he, and his human brothers and sisters, could escape the dreary streets of the South End and retake what the Humans had rightfully earned with blood sweat and tears over thousands of years. Mason craved that light, lusted for it. He knew it once, it was a foul taste, but he knew what it felt like to be free of the shackles the bound the race of humans to the slums. 

As Mason walked through the streets of the slum, he could see humans sitting in gutters, begging for food and what little coin the other humans could spare, this practice however was almost never profitable. He could see shady back alley drug deals and prostitution. It was a dark time for the humans. Degrading themselves further than they already were. Treated as third class… no… treated as rats in the cities they built and maintained. Treated like they were nothing compared to those things… those monsters. It was infuriating to see his comrades brought to such a level, to see them beaten and battered and left with no self worth, incapable of valuing their own lives and existences. It drove Mason to where he sat now, Leader of the Chaos Organization, a faction of rebels motivated to topple the racist scum that sat at the top of the pantheon of monsters. A faction dedicated to destroying the Elders and all they stood for. 

Mason kept his pace through the streets, knowing he had to make it to the West End quickly, and without raising alarm. Luckily enough for him, no one but those within the rebellion knew who he was, no one had any idea that he was the mastermind behind the chaos that drove the monsters to fight amongst themselves more fiercely and gave the humans a reason to keep fighting and keep seeking that freedom. It was disappointing that so many saw the rebellion as just a reason for the elders to crush the humans as a race, but Mason, and his followers saw it as a path to liberation. 

As Mason made his way through the streets of the slums, he kept thinking of what he would need to do to conceal his biotics, it was no easy task when the synthetic tore and he needed to get it fixed. What was more difficult was figuring a way to conceal them from the bioscanners that were posted at the major transfer points to get from the slums to any of the other sectors. He figured he’d need to find a way to increase the surface temperature of the synthetic skin in order to fool the thermal imaging section, but the x-rays were another story. The metal detection wasn’t a problem as the biotics were mostly plastic with very few metal parts in them, and even those were hardly detectable by the machines. However, he couldn’t chance getting caught, not now, not when the Chaos organization needed him most. Not when they were getting ready for the greatest strike against the monsters that had ever been recorded in current human history.

A quiet whirring noise sounded in his head as his bionic eye booted up with maps of the slums and possible entry points into the West End through underground tunnels and sewers. With a destination in mind and a route to get there, it wouldn’t take him long to avoid detection and remain hidden as he traveled discretely through the slums and into the underground tunnels that were often populated with thieves and other base criminals. Much to Mason’s luck, many of the street rats that resided in the tunnels aligned themselves with Chaos and knew that Mason was important to the group, not that he was the leader. He was left alone for the most part, he looked the part of one of the street rats anyways. Lanky, tall, hair looked messy and he seemed like he would probably rob you blind if given the chance. Though he was much more honest than that, but having the people of the slums see him as one of their own made it much more easy for him to work in secret and much more likely to attract followers to his cause. 

[color=slateblue][b]”The Doctor will likely be waiting for me… I sent him a letter stating that we needed to meet soon. But that was a week ago. I certainly hope that he is excited to see me, just as I am to see him.”[/b][/color] Mason spoke to himself as his eye cycled through a few functions until it came to a messaging system, writing a message to his old friend and doctor, Terrence Redmond;

	[color=slateblue][i] Terrence, I am on my way. Be prepared to do some work, and be ready to have a serious conversation. I have a few things to discuss with you tonight…[/i][/color]

[color=slateblue][b]”Send. And done, okay, I should be there soon.”[/b][/color] He spoke as he kept his reasonable pace through the underground tunnels, hoping to arrive sometime in the next hour or so. It wasn’t like him to set up a meeting with Terrence, but he knew now that his friend was working in the West End, it was easier to set up an appointment rather than drop in on him with a patient.