Gearshift sits back in the driver seat, watching the feeds on his eyes of the two crawlers he sent in a couple hours ago at Indigo. He’s a little dismayed with the connection, coming off a tad too static in places, but considering his proximity he has no choice but to adapt to it. He twitches the controls a little, testing for lag and attempting to compensate his reflexes should he have to. Both of the tiny crawlers, which are perched in different rafters of the club, carry a single high velocity shot. His main role here is to be the eyes for the team; but he appreciates being able to back up his crew in case things get a bit hairy. Of course, the shot also expends the drone device itself – going blind for a well placed shot has saved their ass before.
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Catch up on the Prologue here.
It’s early evening as the brothers checked into the Luna Sol Cafe somewhere in the western side of Rivet City. The whole neighborhood was like a tourist trap for hipsters and the avant garde to peddle their sloshed arts and recycled crafts to those who come here looking for more crap to throw in their pathetic, cramped up East Side apartments. You would expect a lot of corporate money gets thrown here, and you’d be correct but not from the sources you’d think. It seems to be some kind of cubicle jockey rite of passage to head down here in the vain attempts to keep in style, where in fact many of the prominent higher executives would normally never be caught dead in a place like this.
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Jobei sits up early this morning, rubbing his face as he rests at the foot of the bed. His hands still reek of gunpowder and sweat. His legs still ache from the hectic run, and his arm still stings with the cuts from shattered glass. Outside is a buzzing noise from the old neon signs that still blink on nightly at the motel across the street, long abandoned due to decay sans the occasional visits from squatters. In these early morning hours, Gearshift is the motel’s only inhabitant, as he sits in the shadows of the crumbling rooms, watching their nest across the road and periodically glancing down the scope of his rifle to check the night vision for any activity.
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