Suited

Photomelt skin kicks in and she’s gone. Across the rooftops, invisible, no blur. But someone is following her. Her co-pilot peeking through eyes in the back of her head runs a full spectrum analysis, and this bastard somehow has a hack for penetrating the suit’s defensive scramble protocol. Considering where the suit came from and how goddamn rare it is – this is not good; really, it only means one thing … the people they stole it from are onto them.

And the guy isn’t hiding, either his pursuit, or his ability to pursue in ways no non-enhancile could manage. If you are that confident about no interference from local authorities then you already have them in your pocket.

‘Can we shake this fucker, Spey?’

‘How fast can you run, D?’

‘So, no tech back-up.’

‘It’s the muscle’s night off too.’

‘Jesus, how did they get on us so quick?’

‘We always worried that activation would compromise the integrity of any hacks we carried out. These guys are serious firepower types. Hold on though, I’m gonna memeblast the area and see if we can’t slow his roll.’

‘KK.’

The memeblast hit her too – rapid fire cycling and loud and blaring and urgent sounding. Usual inflammatory bullshit to stir up the neanderthals – guys who spent their whole lives elbow deep in violence had a different attitude when it came to violence against kids.

She pulled away from him as the first wave of have-a-go vigilantes hoved into view and got between him and her. D glanced back and she saw that these poor putzes weren’t even speed-bumps on the road.

‘Pull me up a map on the left-eye visual, Spey.’

‘K.’

‘Now plot me the shortest route to the Lead Lion.’

‘How about the Faraday Cage?’

‘Even better.’

‘Good, here you go.’

Punched up and running. She tapped the suits visual baffle unit and hoped that it might work to confuse him. She had to hope that given the prototype nature of the suit that its tech was even a smidgen more advanced than this bastard’s. Her rear-views confirmed he had actually stumbled and fallen, great she started to weave through the crowd towards the Faraday Cage – it wasn’t one of her regular haunts so the combination of a sealed system that killed all transmissions dead, there was also no data-trail he could follow to this particular establishment.

He stopped, he stood still, issued a command into the sub-vocal mike. He had a four dimensional model of the whole city (a visual of the three spatials and a timeline dotted with easiest access places that might make her “vanish”. These kids were lucky, but Wagner had been doing this for a long time, and he had a support network that made Homeland Security look like paupers. The Faraday Cage – surely they wouldn’t be that obvious? His tech team ratcheted through every single camera feed in the immediate area and picked up the tell-tale emissions they had programmed the suit with.

No need to blunder in – just make a cool entrance. If they were this obvious it wouldn’t matter that they couldn’t use the tech in the club. Even his enhancements would be dialled down to imperceptible levels by the dampening field in there.

D was chatting up one of the bouncers, an ex-paramilitary guy turned survivalist who hated corporations and government lackeys. She painted for him a great picture of the creep following after her, and he seemed to appreciate the challenge of taking the bastard out. They had some interesting toys in this place – The Pinch was a targetted EMP which had been further customised into an anti-personnel weapon. The idea of someone coming into his territory irked him – they were going to fry him.

She just knew walking in here wouldn’t be the end of it; suspected the guys tech was far off her limited radar. But in here the playing field was now levelled quite a bit. She pointed him out to the bouncer, and the guy, who was sanctioned to use the Pinch whenever he thought it necessary moved in with a rapidity and skill D had not been expecting. She watched the pinched man’s epileptic dance only briefly, and then she was out and on her way.

‘I have a ride for you two blocks over and moving towards your position – red taxi who’s on the network.’

‘Good, thanks Spey.’

She was sprinting, she saw the car, it’s door opened and she was inside.

‘Are we cloaked?’

‘We are so far off the grid in this thing you’d think we were in another country.’

‘Good. Spey, run the visuals in the Faraday and see if our pursuer is up and running.’

‘It looks like he’s in the back alley sparking.’

‘Jesus.’

‘One hell of a test-run, eh, D?’

‘Yeah, there’s some kinks to work out for sure.’

‘Yeah, the whole thing needs to be worked over until it’s locked down tight.’

‘I know you can do it.’

‘For sure – being chased by guys like that gives you some pretty strong motivation.’

D smiled, what a night.

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