[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/smAdoSj.png[/img] [color=DodgerBlue]Location: east slums -> club nova[/color] [/center] The streets where as bad as they had sounded, bodies littering the sidewalks, cars caught in pileups and burning wreckage still descending from the sky. The fact that it was burning made it a little easier to avoid it, but not much. It was fortunate that the air space above the slums was quieter than the center, mostly being transports for stuff going to and from the factories. Apart from the occasional factory inspection and rich kid looking for kicks, nobody with a personal air vehicle had any reason to come down here. What was more dangerous where the monsters. Twice she had to take a rout round where some massive hulking thing was tearing into bodies and one time she even had to gun it in the opposite direction when something that looked like a cross between a lion, a bat and a scorpion tried to kill her. Eventual however, she made it to the district border, a massive cliff face that separated the poor from the revelry above. Well, most of the time it did. The building she approached was a gaudy affair that leaned against the cliff face, up from which elevators and spiral staircases lead to the next level to where the party started. At night there would be lines stretching out of the building as bouncers (thugs really) made sure only the right people from the slums got in. If you didn’t there were plenty of bars nearby (also run by the Red Sun) but for those that did, they could ascend to that towering place of debauchery and vice. Some used it to get to clubs further in without going through the official accessways, but most stuck to Nova’s own bars and dance floors. Further up still where the drug dens and brothels for the trusted clientele, as well as some more specialised facilities for those with “refined” tastes. Finally at the top was the boss’s penthouse, and that was where she was headed. Going round the back to the service entrance she unlocked the garage door, rolled her bike past the loading bay and into the hidden gang hideout. Down there all she found was more bodies, gang members torn to shreds and the remains of what had killed them, peppered with bullets. She locked her bike up in the garage where it was probably pretty safe and headed up into the club proper. Again, nobody living, though here some kind of shockwave had shattered bodies and beasts alike and every piece of glass was shattered to smithereens. She was growing pessimistic of the odds of anyone being left at this point, but she kept going, bypassing the vice dens, going straight to the bosses penthouse. Best to be sure he was dead too before taking over the place. Stepping out into the one way glass walled penthouse she froze in her tracks. Leaning over the boss's desk was a hulking figure. Turned away from her, most of what she could see was a mane of shocking pink hair descending from an opera mask wearing thing with bright red bugged eyes. Apart from the reinforced walls, everything made of glass in the room was shattered like the bar below and what might have been the bosses guards and trusted men were crumpled against the walls, dead. The place reeked of spilt booze and blood as a result. Those odd eyes clearly gave it vision behind it, because the thing tured moments after she came in. It revealed is bizarre form, most notable of which where the sharp teeth it unveiled as it breathed in deeply, filling massive sack like lungs that billowed out of its chest. She was in the middle of drawing her handgun when it paused whatever it was doing and spoke in a high pitch, melodic tone. [color=crimson]”Wait as second, Roxy, that you kid?”[/color] [color=DodgerBlue]”I uh, yeah, what is it to you?”[/color] She aggressively replied, leveling the pistol at the thing, now somewhat confused. [color=crimson]”Hot damn Babe. I knew ah recognised that stupid hat.”[/color] [color=DodgerBlue]”It’s not Stupid! Who are you!”[/color] [color=crimson]”It’s me Karzen. You know. Your boss. Now point that thing someplace else”[/color] He sighed, letting the massive amount of air out of his lungs that were then neatly contained in his chest once more. Then he waltzed up to her, reached out a hand and pushed the gun she had been pointing at him down to the floor and then placed one of his freakishly extended hands on her shoulder. When he spoke again his voice was deeper, more familiar. [color=crimson]”It’s good to see you kid. I see you brought just what I needed”[/color] He reached down and plucked two of her looted bottles from her bag and walked back to the desk, sitting down on it, poping both the corks and began chugging the booze. [color=crimson]”Blech. Cheap shit, but it does the job. Here. have some. And take a seat instead of standing there gawking.”[/color] He held out the other bottle for her. [color=DodgerBlue]”uh. Sure thing”[/color] She put the gun away, thankful that the boss wasn’t mad, walked up and awkwardly sat behind him, taking the bottle in her lesser hands, drinking it much slower than the boss was. This was kind of a big deal for her, she wasn't exactly in the bosses inner circle, so to be drinking with him this casually was unprecedented. After a few minutes and bottles she worked up the nerve to ask [color=DodgerBlue]”So you know what is going on and where everybody is boss?”[/color] The man, who was more out of it than her at this point, slurred [color=crimson]”Fuck knows. Everyone turned into freeks or some shit. Everyone here turned into monsters, straight up died, legged it or got killed by monsters.”[/color] [color=DodgerBlue]”So. It’s just us left?”[/color] [color=crimson]”Here? Probably, but some of the boys and staff weren't here when everything went to shit, it not being party time and all. Was trying to get at em but the lines are all down. Might be some people locked themselves in the vice dens though. Couldn’t be assed breaking the doors down. Most of em wouldn't be that useful anyway”[/color] SHe hoped that some of those members who where else were weren't in crowds and didn’t get slaughtered by the rare crazies. She had some people she considered friends that might fit the bill. [color=DodgerBlue]”Should I go find them? I’ve got my bike, could go places in person, carrying your orders boss”[/color] [color=crimson]”You’re bike? Oh yeah, track thing you stole. Later. Right now we need to reinforce this place from monsters. Check on the rooms. Been long enough that anyone alive will calm down. Anyone out there who survived will keep doing so and if they are smart and loyal they’ll come here if they've got transport or stick where they are and keep their heads down.”[/color] The booze gone, the boss picked himself off the desk. [color=crimson]”Alright. Let’s get to it ”[/color] She followed after him, down into the rest of the club.