Dirty Deeds

[Abishai]

Justyne unplugged herself from the stolen hovercraft, it was way too easy to get away with stealing cars if you were plugged in. Of course it took some time to install the propper gear into the car to be stolen. . . but practice lessened the amount of time needed. She casually looked around the seedy area where she was parked. Run down office buildings competed with vacant storage areas. Full of rats and other unsavory things she imagined, or maybe she didn't want to imagine what lurked in the dark shadows.

She pulled a small flashlight out of her toolkit and fastened a red lense cover onto it. The code was supposed to be three short flashes followed by one large flash. Hopefully it wouldn't attract anybody other than her contact. As she began to flash the light, a large figure materialized from the darkness next to her.

"Put that out, do you want the cops to come?"

Justyne peered through the darkness trying to see if the deep voice that she was hearing belonged to the face that she had seen. Well, partially seen. It had been somewhat masked, the better to hide the man's identity she supposed.

"How old am I" she called out to him.

Sarcasm dripping from his voice the man replied, "You're thirty five, with the body of a goddess. Are you satisfied?"

Indeed she was satisfied, for the moment at least.

"Okay, let's get down to business. I want $50,000 and the equipment that I need. If I don't get it, I don't play. Find somebody else.

"You're demanding more than you should, you realize that don't you? After all, nobody knows that you're here. You're all alone, and you don't know anything about me.

"I know that you want me to blast my way into a major corps so that something can be stolen, I know that you are said to pay top dollar, and I know thath I'm NOT asking for much. You need to chill out and shell over the cash, or find somebody else."

Or I can have you arrested because all of the information that you have is inaccurate. I'm actually working undercover trying to expose low life people like you. Put your hands on your head and turn around.

Justyne kicked herself inwardly, why did she have to be so damn greedy. She normally had a set of contacts that she worked with. This was bad, real bad, but she had a way out of it. She always did.

She placed her hands on her head like the man asked and then took off. A hop into the car, and a plug-in. She was set. In the back of the car several drones took to the air, within seconds nonlethal bullets were raining down on the man. . . and the car was driving off.

[Abishai]

She drove quickly, one could say she drove like she was possesed, her anger manifesting in the way she drove.

What had she told the man, nothing that would get her into trouble, she'd only seen him a couple of times, true, he'd have her physical description. . . but she'd always talked with him at night, and in areas that weren't all that well lit. All in all the man had nothing she decided.

She had heard of the police attempting to infiltrate the ranks, but why would she be a target? Had she participated in a heist that would have them targeting her specifically, she couldn't imagine so. . . and if she had, she'd been severely underpaid.

Curious as to what the reason was, she turned around the car around and proceeded back to the rendevous area. Her drones still circled the area and it was easy to spot the body of the man. He was still alive, though breathing shallow breaths.

"Why were you after me? Who sent you? Hell are you even a cop? Tell me or I won't be so damned lenient with you, I'll slit your damned throat myself."

"You were with a group that stole an artifact of great power from the Nuishi Corporation last year. I tracked you down for them, and was supposed to. . ."

The man's eyes glazed over momentarily "RUN!!!"

She ran as instructed and was not at all surprised to hear an exposion behind her, some corporations implanted cyber-bombs into their stooges in case they were caught.

The only thing she had to go on now was the name of a corporation, that was after her for something she had done a year prior.

[Abishai]

She returned the drones to the backseat of the car and spun the tires leaving. She had some thinking to do, and it woudn't do to be in the area when the real comps came looking to see what had caused the explosion. Especially with a stoled car.

She dumped the car on a used car lot, and with short work was able to remove the hardware allowing her to jack into it. She then spent five minutes looking over the assorted cars on the lot, another half hour reinstalling the hardware into a hot little hover car, and twenty minutes driving down town.

[Abishai]

She decided that if one person was able to track her, there would be others. She needed help, and in a big way. The video phone on her wrist offered her a salvation of sorts, but it was a limited one. Hell, even using the phone was risky if they really were on to her.