The rain.

The West districts always had the worst part of the storms, especially district sixteen.


It's where Adrian was, in the J.Russo Saviour Hospital where Maggie resided. He stood over his older sister, the woman in her thirties with dark brown and blue eyes laid in her hospital bed. A hospital gown covered her as she laid under the covers of the bed, the machines beeping and clicking as it monitored her vitals. She breathed slowly as her eyes were closed, her body in a deep sleep while her pale cold skin resonated the idea that she was sick. What the disease called again? It was named after someone in the old twenty-second - Meaford's disease named after The Agency CEO who first got it. The disease that turned skin into metal, a rare disease gained from cybernetics and Maggie was one of the "lucky" few to get it. There was hope, especially with the turn of the twenty-third, technology just seemed to get better by the minute - wasen't that the reason Maggie got in the first place? No matter, the treatment there was treatment but it's expensive, experimental in nature. In Europa, every choice is a russian roulette so pull the damn trigger and stop being a pussy about it. So Adrian did, that's why she's in various experimental studies.

Things seemed to get better, for Maggie atleast there was a chance of recovery for her. It could be reversed, but she'd need to be nursed and cared for the rest of her life. Nothing was ever perfect, there was always a possibility of her being completely fine like the rare 0.01% of Meaford survivors experience but luck never rubbed off well on the Steele family. Adrian reached down for Maggies cheek, he stroked her soft face only to feel the build up of metal and cybernetics growing under her face. He shuddered, retracting his hand in disgust how could this happen to Maggie? Why his family. While his mind raced with thoughts, he coulden't help but smile. Maggie looked so peaceful, it wasen't on purpose though as she is in a medically induced coma. Waking up, with what she has? It would be too painful, she might die from it. If she continues to stay asleep, she'll die. You can only be in a coma for so long, the doctor or - a nurse had said.

Adrian walked out the hosptial ward, the hallways were packed with doctors, medical staff and injured people. Something had happended, various news mega corps spit out stories of horrendous 17DEM terrorists raping and murdering people in different district. While pirate radio told a different story through his ear buds, one thing was for certain the districts were blazing with firefights. People would die, alot of people would die once Eurocorp sent in the death squads. There was people to save, those who were wanted alive. Adrian could atleast spare some lucky criminals from the squads, who's to say they wont merk 'em when he hands them off to the corp? No one knows, and it's not Adrian's concern if they do after that. Anything is better than being on the streets, and that's something everyone knows.

Adrian made his way to the reception of the hospital, the armed security returned his gear to him. Obviously, you can't walk around a hospial armed - for safety reasons. He took his Cobray and gravity knife, he then felt in his pockets for his buckshot before making his way to the DTS (district transit system). The sprawling mega-line touched most of Europa, while some lines were under repairs due to recent 17DEM bombings. He stepped onto one of the dozen district transit subways and sat down in the packed car. The damn thing almost threw everyone onto the floor as it flew out of the station.

Where was Adrian headed? Where the rally was, of course.

The epicentre of a toxic lake always has the best pool of fish to grab.