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[b][u]"Home's where the guns are"[/u][/b]
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The outskirts of the ghetto yielded a shady but quiet territory, a place almost hidden away from the rest of the world. Rundown houses functioned as drug dens in the past but now laid vacant due to better and more fruitful spots. Graffiti on the old, crumbled concrete walls painted a picture of both obscenitets and skill with street art meeting the mindless rambling of hoodlums with too much time on their hands. Large patches of grass had begun to bore itself through the tiles now scattered across the dirt stretching a distance over the ground, hinting at the age of this location. The silence and appearance of a ghost town would perhaps scare some visitors from the spot but to Milo and his young friend James, it fit like a hand in a glove. No one ever came here, there was no reason to, and thus it acted as the perfect hideout. 

As the cab continued deeper into this abandoned part of town, a rather picturesque sight unfolded for the three within. Not exactly pretty or astounding in any particular way, this ghost town would give off a scene of serenity if nothing else. A scene of calm. Beyond the warring gangs and savage cruelty of humanity laid a diamond in the rough, a forgotten glade where one could sleep with both eyes closed within the confines of a safe house. "Here we are!" Breaking through the silence, James' bright smile met Kaya as he motioned towards a set of stone stairs licking the side of an old building. "It's just down there, our little den." He chuckled, opening the door to the cab as he stepped outside with Milo close behind.  

[color=#6660CC]"You weren't kidding. It's a fixer upper All right. "[/color]
Cabbie spoke with mocking reverence. [color=#6660CC]"Beats living in a cab thoughthough."[/color] She noted with a chuckle. To her this was a stroke of absolute luck. She Han been driving around with a cab full of guns. It was a small small miracle police hadn't stopped and searched her car as it was. Now that she had a place to stash her stuff, she went back to her cab to pop the trunk. Inside there was a massive duffer bag, and as she picked it up with some effort, the unmistaken sound of gunmetal clinking together could be heard. Slinging it onto her shoulder she followed the two others back to their then. [color=#6660CC]"You two got electricity? Otherwise I know a guy..."[/color]

"Yup! This building doesn't really have enough to charge the whole thing but it has enough for the room down there." James motioned towards the stairs once more before he started down the steps. "It's not big, but at least it's warm and most of all, safe." He finished, sliding a key into the lock. "The walls are thick, the door's made of solid metal and best of all..." He grinned, opening the door to finally allow them access. "We have the internet." A chuckle left his lips as James and Milo entered their home. Previously used as a basement, the two hadn't done too much to make it very comfortable beyond a bunk bed and what appeared to be a collection of screens and computers in one of the four corners. Despite the inital description however, the basement was rather large given the cirucmstances and would easily house five people without an issue. 


[color=ec008c]"I'm crashing..."[/color] Milo yawned, rubbing his eyes as he dropped onto the bottom bunk bed. 

"There's a sofa over there, next to the heater. You can sleep there if you'd like. We'll try to get you a bed when we have time. Over there's the bathroom. They actually ahd enough sense to build one down here. There's one shower and toilet." James placed the pizza carton on a small table next to the couch. "We have a small fridge over there but it's nothing to praise." The young man laughed, scratching the back of his head as he turned on one of the four screens by the wall. 

[color=#6660CC]"Damn. You guys got alot more here then I expected for a run down crackden."[/color] She said as she deposited her duffle bag on the only table she could find. [color=#6660CC]"You guys ever fired a gun?"[/color]

"Yeah, Milo hates them, though." James motioned towards the boy who appeared to be fast asleep on the soft mattress, holding onto his sheathed blade as if his life depended on it. "He just runs around with that." Allowing his fingers to dance across the keyboard, several numbers and boxes appeared on the screen before camera feeds started to show. "I've fired a guy a few times but mostly, I just sit here and provide Milo with information. I'm not exactly a field operative." Pointing at the screen, he turned to look at Kaya before his eyes returned to the camera feeds. "These are street cameras, allows us to see quite a lot of what's happening up there." 

[color=#6660CC]"This must have cost a bunch to set up. I am impressed. We really gotta rig you a proper electric grid though. Backup and the like. And clean the place up. We got the space to set up a proper HQ here."[/color] She said with a nod, looking over his shoulder at the screens while she picked apart a nine millimeter pistol and cleaned every part methodically.

"The bad guys paid for it!" Given their line of work, James and Milo didn't exactly get paid in legal means. They had to get what money they could manage and most of the time drug lords and ring leaders possessed a lot of bills in their pockets. "Hey, all of your additions are welcome!" James pitched in, a usual bright smile appearing on his face. "Before Milo met me, I was new to all of this. I got involved with some bad people and well, he ended up saving me. Milo's not exactly....well...human? I mean, he's human  but he's not really like us, I guess. Shit, how am I supposed to explain this? Uhm...alright, to not make it sound like complete insanity...he was created to be a weapon." Tapping his chin, James turned his sights to Milo who was still sleeping deeply. The bullets to his skull had taken a toll on him and he'd need the rest. "He's not fifteen like you thought at the restaurant. He's actually thirty two. Yeah, he doesn't look it, does he?" James chukled once more, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his computer chair. "He regenerates."

[color=#6660CC]"Oh." She frowned. "Well shit." She looked at Milo. "Explains the no talking part. If I was stuck in puberty, I'd never talk again." She said as she put down the now once more assembled nine millimeter and picked up a Israeli Uzi, doing the same procedure with it as the gun. 

[color=#6660CC]"Human weapon huh? Explains what I saw him pull off."[/color] She said. "Shit aint right, experimenting on kids."[/color] She said the last part with noticable venom in her voice. "If you ever gonna hit the fuckers that did it to him. I'll back you up."[/color]

"Heh, thanks for the offer, Kaya." James responded, placing his feet on the desk, besides the keyboard. "I don't know if it's a plus or not, or if it makes it better or worse, but the reason why I said that he's not exactly human is because he's technically artifical. He was never born." Tapping his biceps with his fingers, the young man continued as he asbentmindedly gazed upont he screen. "The way you see him now is the same way he looked the day he was created. Though, don't worry about the no talking part. He talks more once he warms up to you. He might have been created to be a killing machine but he's still a person. Milo can actually be really...sweet, I guess." Lowering his feet to the ground, James walked over to a sink attached to the wall, filling up a glass placed on the metallic surface. "Once he gets to know you, you might even get a hug." James laughed, shaking his head softly. "The guy's fulll of surprises. But one thing's for sure. He'll always have your back. Speaking of what he pulled off, though...what about you? You're obviously military."

[color=#6660CC]"10 plus years in the military"[/color] She said as she put down the uzi and started on what looked to be a SWAT issue Heckler and Koch. [color=#6660CC]"I served in special forces for most of it. But things went south when we went to Burma. We were there to dispose of some people aiming to overthrow the fledgling democracy. We got ambushed and my... gift surfaced. Turns out I have some sort of connection with this supernatural force."[/color] She shrugge. [color=#6660CC]"I know jack shit about its purpose, all I know is that I left the military to come home and look for answer."[/color] She put the gun down, it wasn't fully assembled yet, unlike the other two. Her hands gripped the edge of the table until her knuckled whitened. "Only to find my old hood be run by fucking Triads. Everyone of my friend were dead, my parents to. 15 years is a long time to be gone. And it is more then enough time to lose everything you have."[/color]

"Shit, that's rough..." James offered, leaning against the wall as his fingers gripped the glass of cold water. Kaya's story obviously prevented him from drinking, his mind travelling elsewhere. "Milo and I are all the family we have, really. We've been together for a few years now. Heh, I guess you could say he's like a brother to me." A soft smile crept across the young man's lips. "We've been running the hero gig ever since we met, though we've yet to run into the Triad. Until today, that is." Finally downing the water, James placed the empty glass next to the sink before taking a deep breath. "I believe I speak for the both of us when I say that Milo and I will happily help you out, Kaya. Taking on the Triad is probably a difficult task. You'll need all the help you can get. Concerning your power...My only power is hacking shit on a computer. Milo's the one you want to talk to about those things." With a bright smile returning to his face, James placed his hands by his hips and appeared to have regained spirits previously lost in response to Kaya's story. "You're no longer running solo! Milo and I will be with you on this!" 

[color=#6660CC]"What a trio we make huh"[/color] She spoke with a soft suckle before running a hand trough her thick tresses. "Triads are not to fuck with. I have been hitting them randomly, avoiding a pattern. But I am not as much as denting their operations. That is about to change."[/color] She grinned at James. [color=#6660CC]"Think you can get into the Dock Unions servers?" [/color]