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The wet thud of a fist connecting with flesh filled the air, followed by the roaring cheer of the spectating crowd. The world spun and for a moment the brutish thug multiplied.

[color=white]"Aw come on now girly, you had such a big mouth just minutes ago!"[/color] He scoffed, before grinning lecherously. [color=white]"Or maybe you use that pretty mouth for something else?"[/color]

Shaking her head, Jolie brought the world back into focus. Before her stood a towering mountain of muscle, no doubt partially chemically enhanced. Comparing her lithe form to his grotesque form hardly seemed like the fight would be fair; the man was nearly twice her weight class! But like so many others living off the streets, he relied on nothing but brute force and no technique. 

Jolie had held her own surprisingly well given the size difference, deflecting most of the force behind each blow. Compared to the shit she went through during her time in LEVEL-9, this was child's play.

[color=f7941d]"C'mon then, I thought y'were tryin' to fuckin' hit me!"[/color] She scoffed, spitting out a bloody phlegm onto the sweat and bloodstained ground before flashing the man a bloody grin. The man grunted like some wild animal as he came at her with a wide swing, the kind she had been angling for this entire time. Striking like a coiled viper, Jolie grabbed the man's arm mid-swing and used his lumbering weight against him as she twisted to his side; twisting his arm in the process.

The man cried out as Jolie twisted his wrist, her other hand resting on his elbow; forcing him down onto a knee. [color=f7941d]"Right, big guy... Y'owe me a fuckin' apology!"[/color] She grunted as the man was really putting on a fight.

[color=white]"Fuck you, you bitch!"[/color] He spat at her, trying to take a swing at her with his free arm; but the position just made him flail his arm around uselessly. [color=white]"I'll beat you within an inch of your goddamn life and ra-"[/color]

His rant was cut off mid sentence as Jolie pulled her hand away from his elbow, only to deliver a punishing open palm blow on the joint. The sickeningly wet crack that followed as the man's arm bent in ways no god had ever designed it for was followed by a thunderous roar of cheers by the crowd, who by now were practically climbing up the chain-link fences surrounding the crude fighter's pit to get a better view of the action.

The man was reduced to a crying ball of muscle as he curled up into a fetal position, clutching his now noodley arm. [color=f7941d]"Oh come on now, y'had such a big mouth seconds ago!"[/color] Jo scoffed, delivering a kick to his gut that knocked the wind out of him and reduced his cries to almost comically high pitched wheezes. 

Rolling the man over with her foot, Jolie straddled his waist. [color=f7941d]"Isn't his what y'wanted, lover boy?"[/color] She grunted with a wicked grin as the man weakly pawed at her, his broken arm limply flopping around. His still functional hand caught onto the band covering Jolie's left upper-arm, tugging it down and revealing the pitch black LEVEL-9 brand. Even in his dazed state his eyes widened with recognition, before Jolie smacked her fist into the side of his temple. Thud of her fists grew wetter and wetter as sprays of blood splattered across the dirty floor.

The crowd cheered.

The crowed roared.

The crowed screamed...

Like a fire spreading, panic began to grip the onlookers. Looking up from the bloody mess she had made, Jolie watched as the crowd all began to surge away from the front entrance, pushing one another out of the way or even outright trampling over those that couldn't keep up as they all ran towards the back exit like a herd of wildebeest. While most of the racket they made was gibberish, there was one prevalent word she could clearly pick up time and again. 

Morse.

It was Korven slang for MorSec, or Morvai Security.

[color=f7941d]"Motherfucker, fuckfuckfuck!"[/color] She cursed through clenched teeth, jumping off the blood coughing man and sprinting her way to the cage exit. Kicking the door off its rusty hinges, she ran towards the lockers where she had stored what little she had brought with her. What was MorSec doing here? This was Unseen territory, way out of MorSec jurisdiction. 

[color=white]"Sweep the area."[/color] Came deep voice from near the entrance, the once boisterous club now quiet aside from the groans of those who were trampled by the horde. The mountain of muscle had gone eerily quiet. Jolie barely had the time to pull her belongings - some keys, a jacket and her pistol - from the crude locker when she heard the heavy footsteps of armed Peacekeepers make their way towards the cage. Cursing internally, she ducked behind the make-shift bar and peeked around the corner.

Five heavily armed Peacekeepers slowly made their way into the arena, silenced SMGs raised. The fuck were they doing here? While near the border of Unseen territory, it was still way out of any MorSec patrol route. Which meant they were here for either two things. A) they were here for her. It was no secret she didn't along with MorSec and her last stint with the bastards had led them both on a weeklong merry chase of armed cat and armed mouse, culminating in MorSec blowing up her goddamn apartment; forcing her to stay in one of Cameron's safehouses for the time being. A fact he was incessantly reminding her of, mind you. But no one knew that she would specifically be here, the only reason she even was here in the first place was simply because she wanted to drink some cheap booze and bust some heads. Leading to the more likely option, B) They were here on their own accord, leading a personal raid. Even a dingy tent like this place had plenty of cash pumping through it.

Releasing the safety, Jo winced as the pistol readout gave a measly 12 bullets. Not having expected any major trouble, she of course hadn't brought any space magazines or any larger ordinance. Not to mention the pistol was loaded with hollow-point and the Peacekeepers were decked out in body armor. 

[color=white]"Fucking hell, happened to him?"[/color] One of the Peacekeepers called out as two of them stood at the edge of the figgting cage, observing the now lifeless, bloodied corpse of the mountain of muscle. [color=white]"Savages... The whole lot of them."[/color] Her partner scoffed, before joining his other partners in securing the place.

It wouldn't be long before they'd check the bar, leaving Jo with two options. 1. Shoot her way out, which was a guaranteed death sentence. She didn't fancy her chances against 5 submachinegun wielding Peacekeepers. 2. Find a way to distract them and sneak out the back entrance like the crowd had done. The back entrance was only 8 meters away from where she was currently hiding, but there was nothing in between here and there, leaving her a running target. And with a submachinegun, you didn't really need good aim to hit your target.

The answer to many of her life's problems just happened to be within reach, as an unlabeled bottle of watered down hooch rolled up against her foot. Gripping the bottle with her still bloodied hands, Jo took a quick swig of the terrible tasting crap; before peeking around the corner and awaited the perfect opportunity to carefully toss the bottle across the room. 

There was almost a sort of elegance to it as the bottle swirled in the air, before crashing down violently against the back wall. All five Peacekeepers immediately pointed their weapons in the direction of the sound, prompting Jo's rush for the beaten down door.

[color=white]"Hey, you! Stop!"[/color] Jo hadn't even made it halfway to the door when one of the Peacekeepers spotted her. With no intention of stopping, she simply raised her pistol and pulled the trigger three times. She wasn't really trying to hit anybody, though that would've been a nice bonus. She simply needed them to duck for cover. [color=white]"Fuck! Shoot her!"[/color] The earlier gruff voice called out, as a symphony of silenced gunfire erupted; turning the doorway Jo was currently ducking through into a cloud of dust as splinters of concrete pelted her skin. 

Skidding to a halt, Jo quickly patted herself down and let out a sigh of relief as she wasn't any worse for wear. Looking up, she found herself in a dimly lit hallway that acted as the main supply route for the bar up front; and judging from the trails of dried up blood, the main exit for fighters that couldn't stand anymore.

Scrambling to her feet, Jo began a desperate sprint to the last door in the hallway which had a beaten down exit sign hanging above it at a crooked angle. [color=white]"GET HER! YOU FUCKING KILL HER!"[/color] The gruff voice boomed out with an impressive clarity. Turning around, Jo fire pulled the trigger twice, catching one of the Peacekeepers who had wildly rounded the corner in his chest carrier. As was expected, it didn't seem like the bullet penetrated; but with .45 caliber you could be damned sure that the Peacekeeper felt it as the air was knocked out of him. The others didn't seem quite as willing to follow Jo now.

Bursting through the door, Jo found herself in the balmy heat of summer; sweat and blood causing her clothes to cling to her. Another orchestra of silenced gunfire erupted behind her, barely letting her jump to the side. Not intending on sticking around any longer, Jo rushed down the grimy alleyway. After a minute of running, she didn't hear any footsteps behind her; causing her to slow her pace a little and catch her breath. The fact they weren't after her, or that there wasn't a second team waiting for her at the exit, confirmed her earlier suspicions that this was in fact a personal raid. With the racket they had made, the Peacekeepers were by now probably more worried about Unseen showing up than chasing after a single person.

[color=f7941d]"Motherfuckers..."[/color] She sighed, wiping some of the slick blood from her face... Though mostly just smearing it across her face. Holstering her pistol, she carefully made her way back towards the more crowded streets of New Osaka; where the bustling people seemed to pay little mind to the heavily bloodied woman walking among them.

It wasn't until an hour later that Jo made it back to the safehouse, after having made damned sure nobody was actually following her. The last thing she needed now was to have MorSec blow up this place as well and indebt her even further to Cameron... First order of business: a long, well deserved shower to wash off all the grime that clung to her.

Refreshed, naked and still dripping wet, Jo made her way up to the window as she saw an enormous plume of black smoke rising up into the air not too far from where she currently was. [color=f7941d]"This motherfuckin' city..."[/color] She sighed, simply shaking her head. 

Live to fight another day...[/color]