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"Whoa!!" SIGINT covered her face with her hands as the drone got absolutely doggified. "Holy shit, I'm so glad I didn't try to run from that little guy..." Her armor could stop ballistic projectiles, but kevlar did almost nothing against constant-acceleration kinetics, and the sheer-thickening fluid treatment only responded to sudden shocks. That dog's teeth would have torn through her suit like...well, like it was a military attack drone, more than likely.

The girl took Colin's hand, but with her other arm, was attempting to drag the damaged attack drone along with her. "Hey, help me pick this thing up!" She pleaded, "Heh, spilled it's guts out all nice and perfect-like! If I can dig into it, and find the transponder...!"

Also, she just wanted to study it for her own robotics, but better to let them think that wasn't the primary reason.

"S█gnal! ███ comin in fas██ can you ra█se that bridg█!?..."

"What...? Oh shit, you got real close real fast...!" SIGINT replied to...seemingly no one, from the perspective of Colin and Giggles. "This drawbridge is fuckin' grilled cheese, there's no way—"

'There's no way to raise it', is what she was about to say, about two and a half seconds before Anya raised it with some good old fashioned percussive maintenance, not to mention a heaping helping of gymnastics on the side. Hot damn, she had picked out a hell of a guardian angel.

"Well. Shit." Was all she could really say, still grabbing onto the husk of the destroyed drone as the ground underneath her rapidly became an incline. But it would take more than literally filling the air around her with lethal ballistic projectiles to convince her to let go of Melvin. That's the drone's name now. The drone is named Melvin.

Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Drawbridge
@Dark Light @Antarctic Termite @LPRKN @JaceBeleren
This was it. Her one chance.

SIGINT had put her hands up reluctantly (though, not reluctantly enough to wipe that stupid smile off her own face), when the man with the handheld and Doggo came into view. Even if her stealth suit had been functional at that point, it wouldn't have mattered. Thermo-optic camouflage doesn't stop you from being sniffed out, and she sure as hell wasn't outrunning the little guy either.

The hydroelectric dam, upstream, the source of the canal...it was part of the same water control system that she had broken into in order to control the drawbridge, but that didn't mean that it lacked its own protections. It was a major piece of city infrastructure, after all. She could do it, but there was no time frame. The "Keep Them Talking" plan had held out for just shy of long enough to hack into a pair of ocular implants (which were, admittedly, pretty sweet, now that SIGINT had their specs...damn that's a lot of input, though...) It just wasn't going to buy that kind of time.

The agent coming up the side, and the stealing of one of her assailant's eyes, made the best window she could have had in this situation. If she was lucky, she could turn tail and book it while the two groups fought.

...But, she hesitated.

The drawbridge, half-raised, creaked and groaned as if under the weight of her own uncertainty.

Which direction to run?


It's...strange.

Talking with someone just to buy time, and realizing that you treasured such a short exchange.

Having your plan foiled, not with a gun to your head, but with an open hand.

I guess I just...got used to people trying to shoot me all the time.

Or only talking to me because they needed a favor, or wanted some kind of leverage.


Heh...

Hey, that little argument we had, back there...

...Did you have fun...too...?



That moment of hesitation saved her life. Had she backed away immediately, those explosive rounds would have been a direct hit. Instead, they threw up dust and debris behind her, as she ran forward.

In a way, she wasted her chance. She had played her last card in a bid to escape, only to run right into the arms of her pursuers.

But, in another way...wasn't this a chance within itself?

"Not often I get outsmarted...! Normally, when I lose, it's because the other guy brought a gun. This is actually fun!" The girl called out to Colin, the battered soles of her stealth suit pounding against the groaning bridge. "Hell, if it's you or the drones, don't expect to pull my arm too haOHSHI—"

Speaking of drones, the girl ducked to the side as a spray of ballistics covered her shoulder. The bullets didn't penetrate her armor, but god damn did that shit hurt. "Motherfucking— I am so done with this bridge."



"St█tus update.█Got shot on th█ bridge again█"

"Gon██ try not st█nding still on █t this time██I'll let yo█ know how that goes█"

Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Drawbridge
@Dark Light @Antarctic Termite @LPRKN
"Bitch please, if you knew how much money I was worth, your balls would drop." The girl fired back, her better judgement bruised and battered through years of constant abuse. "As much as you talk out of your ass, you should have a gas mask rigged up to your other set of cheeks."

Feet on the bridge. But on the other side. Not too close yet. Getting closer. But not too close.

Key length known, brute-forced about 66% of the available bit-space. Just a bit further. Just a little bit further. Keep him talking. Any second now.

"Oh, hey!" SIGINT was honestly surprised to see the horns, returning the gesture with aplomb. Her voice seemed to make a hard shift from 'aggressive' to 'pleasant conversation' literally between sentences, almost as though she were talking to two separate people. "Heh. You know, I used to be a state-socialist? I was waaay more idealistic, back then."


'A better system'. She had spent her childhood enamored with that idea. Overthrow the rotten system, and replace it with a better one.

But as she grew older, she slowly came to realize — all things rotted. No matter how well-crafted, how benevolent it was constructed to be, a 'system' would inevitably be undermined, corrupted, and used as a tool for exploitation. Perhaps overtly. Perhaps quietly. But it always happened.

Change the clothes, and the clothes grow dirty once more. How often does a country do its laundry?

The moment her life changed was when she realized, that the only system that could guarantee freedom, was no system at all.


SIGINT's head snapped up, as though she heard something from far away. In a sense, she had — her brain was still picking up their radio chatter. Intercepting signals was something she could do passively. If it was a device that sent out signals of its own accord, and she had no intent to modify, all she had to do was decrypt them locally. It was when the device didn't normally broadcast, or when she wanted to actually do something to it, that she needed to send a signal of her own. And that meant either commandeering a nearby proxy with a sufficient signalling range of its own, or giving away her location to anyone savvy enough to track it.

"Fuck. More of 'em." The girl muttered, "And they've got drones, now? Man, this is bullshit. I had to go and leave my drones at the base. If a cheap hotel counts as a base." She raised her head, blowing a wet bang away from her forehead uselessly. "Maybe I can just take one of theirs...nah, I'd probably need to open it up for that..."

Oh, wait, that other guy was still here.

"Uh." One thing was clear, at this point. If her angel wasn't coming to her, she'd have to go to her angel. "Look, this is fun and all, how about we settle it with an old-timey duel? We both walk eight-hundred-thousand paces, then turn and fire." The girl, who was clearly unarmed, held up a finger-gun with a toothy, metallic smile. "Here, I'll start."

whrrrrrrRRRRRRRR———CLUNK

SIGINT blinked, honest distress coming across her face for the first time. "Uh..." She stammered, looking down at where the motor of the bridge was, underneath the metal — not that she could see it from here. "L-Like I said, I'll sta—"

RRRR———CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK———WHRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr


Well, shit.




Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

'Mechanical failure'!? What the ass-flavored toaster pastry—

Nevermind. Whatever. What else is in the area?

No choice. Omnidirectional ping, going out. If that drone tracks it, I'll just have to move. They already know I'm alive, anyway.

Is that...is that a hand-held device under the— fucking cuntweasels, he has an accomplice!!

What are they? Bounty hunters? No, he would have shot me on sight, I'm dead-or-alive. Not a cop. Not corporate. What do they want!?

Shit shit shit shit shit, what else, what's coming back from the ping, what can I use—

Floodgates!

Floodgates?

Floodgates.
"Did you just walk straight into that bullet? Because you don't seem like someone worth shooting at."

oooohhhhhh

Ah, I dig the character. I don't think anyone has any major objections, so welcome aboard!

=D! Thanks!
I was wondering where it went. I've been going off of your post history for descriptions this whole time XD;;

Hopefully you've got an offline copy of that saved...speaking of which...I'm gonna backup SIGINT's profile right now...


Also: Yeah, my mind's-eye vision of SIGINT is actually way uglier than any anime-girl-picture you're likely to find on the internet. Which is frustrating, because I like using faceclaim images, not just for character sheets, but also for cut-ins in posts occasionally. Having a giant folder of consistent visuals to use can make for some really lazy writing exciting effects, but having to compromise on the ideal vision of the character is...

Well, hey, makeup is fucking magic, right?


related: hacking in progress
woo, page 2

My sass game feels weak. Like, seriously, brain. "Masky"? That's the best you can come up with right now?

Outskirts of Frixion Prime — Drawbridge
@Dark Light @Antarctic Termite @LPRKN
Anya wouldn't hear SIGINT snickering to herself, like some sort of madwoman atop the bridge. "Oh man, bullet-filled piñata, that's a good one..." Some 'angel'. Well, although the girl didn't have visual on her anymore without the security cameras, it sounded like she had met a friendly, at least. "The backup g█nerators in that building ar█ probably done revving up by n█w, so I think you and y█ur new friend should hurry █p and get a ro█m. A different room█"

"Als█— oh, hey, th█t's new." The radio came on shortly, before suddenly cutting off again. "Rem█mber how you told m█ not to get shot on th█ bridge again? I might be ab█ut to get shot on the bridge agai██"



A hooded person, wearing a slightly dislodged mask and bearing the unmistakable shape of a gun, pointed to the opposite side of her, at the building she had been staring up at a moment before. SIGINT turned to face them, still with one elbow on the side of the bridge, returning a wide-toothed, brace-bearing smile that was somewhere between curious and manic. Seemingly unabashed of her orthodontics, as Giggles approached closer, the facial stain of a not-insignificant degree of acne could be seen, previously hidden with some strategically-applied concealer that had been washed off during her waterslide adventure. Between that, and the dirt on her face (it wasn't a very clean waterslide), the six was beginning to look more and more like a four. Or maybe a three.

...That bodysuit probably had an abdominal brace in it, too. Two?

"Oh come on, I've been scurrying all day. Gimme a break, will ya? I'm just here to grab a beer and watch the fireworks." The girl returned the same pose, placing a hand on her hip in a mocking gesture. And meet a friend, but she's running late...oh well. Guess I gotta handle this one without the help of the Flying Window-Shagger. Even though the person in front of her was carrying a weapon, she didn't seem at all afraid. It was less of a poker face, and more like the obvious tell of someone holding a full house — as long as they were reading their cards right, of course

Opposite side of the bridge...perfect. As long as they don't cross the divider in the middle...

She leaned forward, wet bangs sticking to her forehead and leaving brownish, muddy outlines where they did. "Also? People in glass houses shouldn't throw headwear, masky." As SIGINT adjusted her glasses, the brief moment where the lenses reflected the moonlight hid the movement of her eyes. That ocular equipment was definitely advanced...she could tell at a glance that it wasn't civilian gear. Looked like it was hooked up to more than just the eyes, too, but the olfactory segment was switched off at the hardware level. Nothing she could do about that.

In any case, those eyes...could she steal those eyes? Well, even assuming she could, it was really more a matter of how quickly. If they were just really fancy civvie binocs, then it wouldn't be a problem, but that getup almost looked military-level. If she started now, and kept the person talking long enough, then maybe...

Endpoint Address 8dc7:00ae:39b5:aba0:0076:662d:f797:9e0b "Kate" Bandwidth Priority Medium → Low
Endpoint Address fd34:fe56:7891:2f3a:3fef:4a00:a391:399d "Masky" Bandwidth Priority Added → High

"You don't look like police. Not that I'd listen to police anyway." The girl squinted, an overeager motion that made it clear that she was giving Giggles a thorough inspection. An exaggerated level of emotiveness was clear in almost all of her actions, but it seemed to come naturally to her. Like an alligator's jaw, the moment she began speaking again, her metal-clad teeth took part in a vile smirk. "Heh, you look more like you should be inspecting the sewage drain way downstream. If you're the 'big girl' in town, I gotta wonder, are they just leaving everything to bounty hunters these days?"
That sounds like something she would do, so no problems here. I'm phone browsing at the moment, but I'll whip up some sass as soon as I'm home from work.

If SIGINT is fortunate enough to leave a corpse that can be buried, her epitaph will just say, "#worth"
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