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In a hidden pocket of Chicago’s underground tunnels, a young woman consulted a computer screen. On it was the face of a disheveled businessman, looking desperately into his webcam.

[b]“Please, Origami. Those files can’t leak, it would end me.”[/b]

Kijani spoke into her microphone. It would digitally alter her voice, leaving a distorted masculine tone to hit this man’s ears. [color=gold]“I’m sorry, Mister Ross. But that is not my problem. My client paid me excellently for these files, and they will be public by tomorrow. Unless…”[/color]

[b]“Unless?”[/b] There was a note of hope in Ross’s voice.

[color=gold]“Unless you can outbid my current client. Are you willing to pay the price?”[/color] She typed rapidly into her computer, knowing a hefty sum would now be blinking on Ross’s screen. It had better be; she had placed the hacking module in person.

His face fell. [b]“That’s… a lot of money.”[/b]

[color=gold]“It is. How does it go, again? Ah, yes. [i]‘Your money, or your life.’[/i]”[/color] She chuckled, dryly. [color=gold]“You have 24 hours.”[/color] And she cut the connection. She waited 5 seconds before exhaling and removing her headset.

Her golden eyes were almost glowing with happiness. Shady businessmen were Origami’s bread and butter, and she was about to make a 10 million dollar sum. He’d pay to keep that secret. Most of them would rather sacrifice their cash than their ‘sterling’ reputations.

Kijani Ryane stretched, popped her back, and got up to make herself a latte. That’s when the screaming started. It was very muffled, due to her location, but with ears trained for danger, she could hardly miss it. She was going to ignore it, when several of her own personally set alarms went off. Something [i]big[/i] was happening, all around the city.

[color=gold]“...shit. This had better be interesting.”[/color] She hadn’t even had breakfast yet. Climbing back into her computer chair, she pulled up the camera feeds from those alarms.

[color=gold]“What the hell are those?”[/color] She frowned at the silver robots amassing across all of her screens, snatching people up left and right. [color=gold]“Well, Chi-town just got too hot for me.”[/color] She pulled out her phone and started searching plane tickets. [color=gold]“How’s Miami this time of year…”[/color]

After grabbing her bug-out bag and her sword, she locked up the base and retreated from her underground lair to a higher level. The screaming was loud and panic was heavy. She slipped into a running crowd and tried to keep her head down.

She was just a hair too fast for the crowd, though. Her speed boost took over in her nervousness, and she found herself isolated and facing down 2 bots.

A stack of paper flew from her bag and attacked the first bot with the force of a thousand buzzsaws. It did absolutely nothing, not even a scratch. 

[color=gold]“Huh. Usually that works.”[/color] Kijani nodded briefly and hoisted her bag, backpedaling and bailing from the battle. She knew a losing fight when she saw one. She took off running, legs pumping, pushing her speed to the highest it could go. If she could only find a good spot before her boost ran out…

That proved to be futile. There were far too many bots, and far too little hiding spots. All she managed was to do was flip them the double bird before she was frozen in place, and carried off.