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Darius held the man aloft for a while, letting him choke and cough, until letting him drop, sputtering onto the ground.

"Where is the pure human?" he asked plainly and calmly, jumping straight to the point.

"Wh-wh-wha- I don't know of any such thing in this area," he stuttered around, searching for words. Darius picked him up by his arm. In the same fluid motion, he threw him into the side of an old metal shed, crushing it into scrap tin. Darius swore, chiding himself. He mustn't kill the target, for now, he was important to him. Recovering the marketer, he asked him three more time, each was a lie, but they were getting closer to the truth. "I don't know what you're talking," about turned into "I didn't know she was a pure human," as the man became more frightened and helpful. Finally, he told him everything he knew. They were things Darius already knew, but the man did know of her basic whereabouts. That is, he knew where her favourite food stall was. She went there everyday, according to the man. With the man's usefulness worn out, Darius could have some fun with him now. Small green modules popped out of slots in his back and began to rattle. A low heavy bass frequency filled the air, rattling the surroundings. It got lower and lower and louder, and its effects began to become apparent. The cyborgs that had been crippled by the EMP, that had begun to recover either exploded at certain points, went back into a comatose state, or fell apart. Windows exploded and bricks and screws popped from their moorings. The man clutched his ears again, screaming. The bass roar stopped, and Darius grabbed the man's throat. He crushed the man's esophagus and threw him aside, leaving him to die.

So much for remaining incognito, he thought, those interlopers were sure to have noticed him by now. No matter. It was time to fully reveal himself to his shadows. He checked his scan again to find a new agent, in addition to the first three. This one was not as sophisticated, and was instead someone Darius could easily destroy. He decided to kill him, having a third party only complicated things.

He bent down to all fours, his muscles reshaping to better suit his need for speed and stealth. Loping across the Trade, he found himself in an apartment building. An alarm was blaring, and there was someone shouting upstairs. A sharp retort from a firearm stopped the shouting, the agent must have shot someone, seeing as his life signature still read on the scan. Darius leapt upwards, breaking through the roof into the second floor. There he found a broken rusty cyborg, and an unknown agent standing above him, gun smoking, and looking out of the broken window. Darius shot the agent with an EMP pulse, and sprinted up to the window.

What he saw made his day. A blue haired girl was running full speed away from the building. Darius howled, filling the air once again with the low terrible bass sound. With a single bound, he threw himself out of the building towards the running target....