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The five levels are:
The Skylight (level 5): The most social advanced level. almost all of it's citizens are upper middle-class to flat out rich. Definitely the nicest of all the levels, and the only one with a view of the sky. The Government's Capital Building is located here.
The Metro (Level 4): The most average level. Most of it's inhabitants are middle-class to lower middle-class, and is the most heavily populated level in Greater Metropolis.
The Slum (Level 3): The poorest level. Mostly comprised of lower-class civilians. The poorest people live here. the level has obviously uncared for, being pretty dirty and run down.
Maintenance (Level 2): Where the machines that run Greater Metropolis are located. The only people living down here are the homeless and petty criminals. It is dark, dirty, and dank, making it inhabitable except for the most desperate.
Terra(Level 1): Good old ground. Nothing down there except rocks and support beams. There are no people living down there, and there in little to no natural life under the city. The Resistance headquarters is rumored to be located in one of the many caves that dot this level's surface.
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Stinger observed the cave. Besides the Mounted guns and armory stash and computers it could be a normal cave. Bats had lived in it until Stinger and few others cleared it out. He now sat in a spinning chair. His back ached and he had a bad cut on his arm. He was fighting a couple of human agents and got injured. But he never had a rough face like most resistance. His Mohawk made people think he was good natured. This was true for Resistance but if you were an Agent he could be cold. He was known by them for developing a trick for finding out who were A.I's.
He noticed they were socially awkard most of them time. They also didn't smile alot. They were straight faced. Even the spies of the A.I weren't amazing at pretending. But then again a few were. The Resistance nearly crumbled when it was weak when a spy of the A.I had breached Resistance forces. Stinger barely lived to see another day. He killed the thing but had a nasty bullet entry scar on his leg and a scar on the bridge of his nose. He wasn't the type to trust easy since then.
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Kyle stopped at a kiosk selling cell phones. He picked up a cell phone and began to look at the features. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted him. 5'9", shaved head, very thin, with a tattoo on his neck. Their eyes met at the same time, and they stared at each other for a second. Then, his target turned around and began to run down the street, knocking over people and displays. Kyle dropped the cell phone in his hand, and by the time it hit the ground, he had already closed up a third of the distance between them, which had been about 100 meters. His target was running as fast as he could, and was barely staying ahead of Kyle. The target veered off into a gap in between two buildings, disappearing from Kyle's line of sight. He followed him in, and saw the man at the other end of the alleyway. With blinding speed, Kyle whipped the silenced pistol from his bag, took aim, and shot the man high in the left leg, all in about a second and a half. The man crumpled at the end of the alley, and laid there moaning, clutching his leg.
Kyle strode down the alley, taking his sweet time. The man wasn't going anywhere. He holstered his pistol and stood over the man. "William Travis, A.K.A. Bill Traveler, A.K.A. Boomer, you are under arrest for the detonation of an explosive in Detainment Center 24-6. You are also charged with Treason, plotting to overthrow the Government, and the deaths. of two Government Agents." Kyle pulled out his work phone and made a call. "I got Travis. In an alley on Sector B, Quadrant 86. Yes, Sir. I will stay with the criminal until the Agents arrive." Kyle hung up the phone and looked back at the whimpering man on the floor. "You are going to be transported to Detainment Center 48-2 for interrogation, then execution. Two Agents will be here to pick you up in a matter of minutes. If you resist, you will be killed on the spot." Kyle pulled a pair of riot cuffs out of his bag and secured the prisoner. He then leaned up against the wall and waited for the Agents to arrive.
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" I am gettin' too old for this shit mate!" He screamed firing his glock at the A.I as he ran foward. He went to grab Boomer and slid. He rolled quickly and ran up the alley. Looks like it was time to fry that bitch. He shot an eletrical cable above the A.I and prayed it was long enough to give that guy one helluva shock and overload the system. "Boomer Hurry up!" He said turning as Agents came running. He fired at them and killed one. Stinger Dropped a flash as a frag grenade shot sharpnel into his right hand. Thank god he was leftie. He didn't turn back and ran panting heavily.
He grew more tired and knew he couldn't out run them. He ran through a person's house. He knocked down the door to see a family watching TV. They ran off away begging him not to hurt them. He jumped through the Kitchen Window. He landed and sprained his ankle. He couldn't feel it due to the adreline going through his system. He was near the entrance to slums. He ran to it panting heavily. He hoped Boomer got away. He heard bullets and turned his head to see the bullets whizz past him. They were gaining on him. " I am too old for this damn shit!" He screeched sliding down into the Slums and now cut through a market place.
An agent had caught up with him. He hid behind some watermelons. The agents held out a assualt rifle looking for him. Stinger took one step foward and lay underneath the wheel barrow. The man fired at the wall behind Stinger and stood to Stingers front. Stinger took out his knife. He cut the mans foot and rolled out of the bottom and stabbed the man in the neck. " I am heading back to the Terra." He said to anyone who was on the Radio broadcasts for the Resistance.
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A bullet ricocheted deadly close to Vladimir. He spun, catching a fleeting image of Stinger in his helmet IR sensor. The image was gone before he could draw his service pistol. So they continued through the crowd and into the alley, tensed and ready to open hell. The sight of Kyle and his very wounded agent brought some relief. He would be easy.
"Nice catch, toaster." They both laughed. "Us two will do the rest. Bag 'em Vlad."
Vladimir slipped a black burlap sack over the captive's head. He grabbed the zip ties and jerked the captive's arms up high. Travis winced. "No sonny, I'm not letting 'em down."
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"A resistance member known only has Stinger has done another act of eviliness. He tried to help another Resistance memeber known has Boomer,whose real name's William Travis. The rescue failed but Stinger got away and has seriously injured an agent. This man is the most wanted criminal in Metro...he's armed and dangerous. If you know anything please share it with the Government." The newsman said and Stinger turned off the Television.
" Why the hell is this place so quiet today? It's normally bustling with people." He said to himself has he got on his computer. He looked over a internet News cast on the same incident. He saw that it named the Prison Boomer was going too. " Anyone on Radio Communications I am playing a covert op to get Boomer out of a government prison. I need the best people we got. I need people who want to help fight against the system. I would like an A.I Defector if I can get one. I also need an innocent looking person perferred girl to get us inside. I also need some guys with balls. Stinger Over & and out." Stinger broadcasted as he walked to a bed.
" I know just the people too." He said thinking of the people he could put up to it. He respected Boomer alot and found the guy to be a good man. He had to get him out of Jail now. He had a plan in mind for it. The innocent girl would sneak inside with Explosives and blow up a guard tower giving some breathing space for the men with balls. An A.I Defector would fight the other A.I's alongside with Stinger. They would fight up to Boomer and rescue him. That might just work, thought Stinger. He fell asleep on the bed.
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"Stinger. High-ranking member of the civilian resistance. Wanted for treason and more than seven other crimes against the government." The blue light rose up and started to wander towards Stinger, bobbing with the motion that came with bipedal walking. "Coordinator and conspirator, currently planning the escape of William Travis, alias: Boomer." If there was a light, the young man stepped into it. He had a deathly pallor made all the more pale by his stark white hair. One of his eyes and one of his arms were cybernetic, no organic coverings or anything to allow him to blend in. His remaining eye was wide and seemed to have a constant worry or fear within it.
"Broadcasts from multiple sources state that Stinger wishes to destroy the current government. A sentiment shared by several, including the individual standing before you now." His previous sentences seemed to be addressed to no one. The last one he had just declared was addressed directly to Stinger.
"Cooperation furthers mutual goals. . . ." Said the boy. His eyes flickered about, in different directions too like a chameleon. Seeming to be unable to focus on one thing at a time.
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He trusted the A.I Prototype because he wasn't dead. Stinger trusted him which was a big step for him. He didn't trust any other A.I. He took out a cigarette and smoked. " I got hurt. Did you see the news? They are after me mate. I am too old for this bull shit." He said touching his mohawk and patting it down. He took a drag and stood up and got a paper which showed the plan to bust Boomer out. " Take it and tell me if you want to join okay? I am going to watch the news.
Rodger did watch the news. Nothing was new had been reported. He had to admit he was rather embrassed by his actions. He hadn't meant to catch such attention. He was Rusty. Old Age was catching up. He wanted to retain his youth which was why he did these things. Stinger did amazing things in his youth like being the first person to kill an A.I. He also helped start the Resistance. He saw that the history channel had a docoumentary on his actions. The Title was: The face of Guerrilla Warfare. He laughed at that.
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She laughed to herself, walking down the street.
She walked by the alley the A.I. was in with Boomer, muttering to herself. She snapped a picture of the Agent, knocking him out. She stated to run, turning around a corner. She guessed she could be caught with injuring an Agent, which wasn't much. She was almost caught, going into the Slums. She was covered with some older boys she knew, and the brothers in her family. She got into Terra, walking down to the cave. She didn't know what she'd say when she got there, but she soon figured out.
"Who are you?"
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" Still though your going to help me save Boomer? Your very tricky. If only I was your age. But alas I am not lass. I am old man with a hair due out of style. You know a kid said he wanted to be like me? I asked him why would he want an old geezer. He told me he loved the Mohawk." Stinger said rapidly. He always joked that if he was Alissa's age the two would probably be in love. He something out of his backpack.
" Here's that thing you asked for. You remember The Watch gun. Tells time and shoots two 44. caliber rounds. Also heres the water bottle bomb." He said handing her a tin bottle that had two pounds of explosives. " Your lucky I am rich as hell Alissa." Stinger said to her and he took out one final object. " This is my own invention. A Hair comb Tranquilzer. There's a button on the handle the shoots out the spike that have two milimeters of the strongest sedatives I could find. A good distance of about two yards." Stinger showed her smiling.
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"Who are you?" said Alissa. The cyborg prepared to speak but was cut off by Stingers monologue so he simply waited. When Stinger was done he spoke
"Prototype experiment. 'Michael Hawthorn' organic supercomputer, serial code TRKL700624." He said. One eye focused on Alissa's face, the other continued to flit about, gathering information at incredible rates. "Original purpose: GAIA database. Current allegiance: Civilian resistance. Current purpose dictated by civilian resistance leader: Stinger" His voice was dry, lacking emotion and didn't seem to be addressed to anyone accept the open air. He wasn't even looking at anyone but his eyes continued flitting about in different directions. It was almost comical to watch.
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"You're awfully quiet about it, Cyn." Turning to look at her co-worker, Cynthia suddenly felt threatened.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked calmly, zipping up the envelope with more fervor than her eyes let out. Laura just shrugged her shoulders, either to mock her previous silent remark, or to appear cautious. With a growl of indignation, Cynthia grabbed up her envelopes, change bags, and walked away toward the office.
It was a few minutes later that she was walking away from her booth in the bank with a jacket and her tote. The great elevators that took all the middle class folk to their territory was just about to close as she made her way quickly into the mass of people stuffed inside. Slowly, Cynthia watched the sky above slowly disappear beneath the mass of buildings and into the bottom of the Skyline, the only horizon her daughter would see. It broke her heart a little every day to know that Julia may never see the sky she was so advantageous to see every day at work.
As she made her way through the bustling streets of the Metro, she stopped in front of a little school with painted pictures in the windows. Opening the door she was greeted with the smell of cookies and milk, little kids, and glue. The daycare teacher was bustling the children about getting their coats and crafts. She looked up and smiled when she saw Cynthia.
"Julia is over there." She mouthed and continued on with her job. Looking over toward the window, Julia sat calmly, watching the people pass by without looking down and noticing her.
"Julie." Cynthia whispered and her daughter, with round crystalline eyes, looked over at her mother and the smile made all the day's happenings disappear. There was so rebellion, no one was dying, her idiot husband would still be home waiting for them to walk through the door. Her daughter stood up and wrapped her little, chubby arms around her neck and hugged her with all her might. Picking her up, Cynthia left out the door and headed home.
"Paint, Ma!" She announced and showed the piece of paper with an array of bright colors on it.
"Oh wow! That's gorgeous!" Nothing could do anything to stop this feeling of absolute joy. Too much was right for her and Julia. All she wanted was to live comfortably and make her daughter as happy as possible.
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About two hours later; Kyle, Bill Travis, and a Splicer were in an interrogation room. The Splicers were some of the Government's more nasty employees. Hired solely to torture, interrogate, and then kill prisoners. And the methods they did this in was rather unpleasant. First, they would interrogate the subject, and if that didn't work, the torture would begin. The Splicers enjoyed using knives, electroshock, and branding irons to extract information. And if none of that worked, then the Splicers got to use their favorite toy, a machine that could "hack" into the human brain and steal information. using a 6" long probe, they would drill into a subject's skull (and ultimately the brain), insert the probe, and use extreme electric shocks to extract the information. This process usually obliterated the subject's mind, leaving it no more that a liquid mess inside their head. A rather nasty business that Kyle hated to watch.
The Splicer approached Travis. "Normally, we would interrogate you first, but we are short on time. so I will ask you once, and only once- where is the Resistance located?" The Splicer leaned over Travis, leering into the frightened man's face. Suddenly, Bill spat into the Splicer's face and yelled" I'd rather die before I betrayed the Resistance!" The Splicer wiped the spittle of his face and retreived something from his bag. The Splicer turned around, holding a drill and a probe connected to a hand-held computer. "Very well, the hard way then." Kyle quickly turned and walked out of the room, but not quick enough to avoid hearing William Travis' screams, and the sound of a drill boring through bone.
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She did have an important job. Since she looked innocent- well, mostly- she was trusted with the laptop with all Restistance information. She first had to give a blood sample and go through many tests and papers. She pushed the button where the CD would go, motioning to the A.I. "Put your finger there, Hawthorn."
She motioned to a small pad that had come from the CD place. She watched, the DNA coming from his human arm. "A.I. Michael Hawthorn, in the System" sounded after she typed his name. She smiled, looking through the list. She came upon her boyfriend, Jason Wilkes, and a tear dropped from her eye. He was caught by the Agents, and she never heard if he was still alive. She shut down the laptop, grabbing a small blue pad and pen from her bag.
She wrote down the information, leaving the pad in Stinger's hands.
- I need a few things, if you could.
- knife hidden in a cell phone
- lazer in lipstick
- sword in mascara
- bomb in gum packet?
Thank you kindly
Alissa walked out the cave, going into the Slums. The Agents proably thought she was just a prankster, but just as a precaution, but she stayed in the Slums. She found new boyfriend Spike, who she ran to from behind and hugged. He laughed, flipping her over. They kissed, sitting on a bench.
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"This individual is not an artificial intelligence, nor an artificial intelligence platform. To call Michael as such is invalid. Do not do so again." he said frankly, a touch of irritation creeping into his last sentence.
"Is this the only resistance database available?" He asked Alissa. If the answer were yes Michal paused for a brief moment before speaking again. "Suggestion: Acquire data backup in case of data corruption or unintentional deletion. Additionally, installation of a remote data termination device would be an effective means of preventing enemies from acquiring resistance information. A backup would assist in the decision making capabilities of the individual destroying the data as well." In reality, Michael would create a copy of all the data on the laptop in himself whether they decided to use him or not. But mentioning what he had just mentioned could potentially make this process easier and less violence-provoking.
If the answer to his initial question were no, he made the suggestion of remote data termination modules as well as saying. "This individual is available as an additional backup platform. Direct access will be required to download files though."
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Kyle left the Detention Center shortly after, heading home to his apartment on the City-wide monorail. He got to his apartment, unlocked the door, and went inside. The apartment was sparse, with little furniture and almost no decorations. It was a two-room flat, with a kitchen and a bedroom sprouting off the living room, with no walls in between. The only pieces of furniture were his bead, a couch in the middle of the living room, a T.V. in front of it, and a large stereo system on one wall. Kyle walked over to the stereo, flicked it one, and walked to his bedroom. His apartment filled up with Beethoven's Diabelli Variations. Kyle took off his jacket, shoes, messenger bag, and hat and threw them into a corner. he stripped off his shirt and socks, thew them into the pile of his clothes, and flopped onto his bed. He laid there, letting the soothing tones of the piano lull him to "sleep".
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They'd been so in love. They'd worshiped each other. He vowed he would do anything for her and Julia. Then he'd just left. In the middle of the night. No letter, no foreshadowing of the event to come. Gone like a leaf in the wind. Cynthia found herself brutally scrubbing the pan in her hands. The tears were still falling, but she continued with her motherly duties and keep the house clean and safe for her child. If her husband wasn't going to, she would surely fill his place.
By the end of the cleaning, the bill sorting, and the laundry, Cynthia was worn out and ready for bed, though still distraught with the memories that continually haunted her every thought. She climbed under the sheets with her little daughter, and tried to sleep peacefully.
The following morning, Cynthia gathered up her daughter after breakfast, kissed her delightfully on the cheek and started out the door.
"Ma! Ma!" Julia hollered and tugged on her mother's hand. Cynthia was trying to lock the apartment door as Julia pulled and jumped.
"Just a minute honey, Mommy's trying to lock up." She chided softly, but the three year old insisted and pulled harder and harder. Finally getting a chance to turn, Cynthia looked to where Julia was pointing. Up at the ceiling of the Metro; the underneath of the Skyline.
"Sky!" Something stole all the happiness from within the mother and her smile carried all the sadness in the world.
"Close, sweetie. Very, very close." Picking her up, she kissed the chubby, pink cheek and fought tears. "One day, I'll show you the sky, okay?" Julia smiled big, her little hands placed flat against Cynthia's cheeks, cradling her mother's face.
"Sky!" She repeated, her gray eyes twinkling. With another nod, Cynthia turned and wished with all her heart that Julia would see the sky soon.
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"I got you, motherfucker!" Screamed the Enclave patrolman that was raking Charles's position with bursts of full auto fire. He pressed his back hard into a hot pipe. He could feel the scalding water main through his layers of clothing. It was either this or get shot. Thankfully Charles had ordered up a little present for the Enclave after his cover was blown.
The patrolman dropped. Charles could see blood pooling where his head hit the ground. The sound of different guns echoed through the Sihai Enclave's cavernous main hall. The scene was general chaos. Charles head several Enclave guards yell and scatter, frantically looking for the shooters. Several gave dying screams as the government sharpshooters hit them. Then it stopped. Bright flashes from positions above Charles told him that the Enclave's owns security force was winning.
Suddenly the sound and fury was overwhelming. Charles slackened his jaw. The noise-dampening ballistic earplugs did the rest. A huge explosive charge had been detonated at the opposite end of the Enclave. He just felt the pressure wave. He pulled an "all-vision" scope from the inside pocket of his peacoat and held it up to this eye. The scene at the end of hall was carnage. Black smoke rose from the mangled carcass of a Government troop carrier. Its front end was twisted towards the roof.
A rat-rat-rat sound echoed from halfway down the hall. A stream of iridescent flashes bit into the mangled carrier. The front end shuddered and collapsed under the stream of fifty caliber armor piercing rounds.
At the same time a transmission came over Charles's earpiece. "Insertion team Alpha is Mission Kill. I repeat we are mission. Under heavy fire. Advise caution. Do not fire into breach."
A volley of bright blue flashes came from the breach, silencing the machine gun. Charles sniffed the air. He smelled ozone, and he heard nothing. As the surge of adrenaline wore off he realized that the fans weren't working. All the smoke and fumes from the firefight were accumulating in the hall. He pulled his peacoat up over his face and stumbled towards the exit he had found earlier.
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Major sighed, since that usually happened. It was probably because of her violent boyfriend Spike, but she didn't worry. Alissa is a strong young woman, and she could make it through any violent man.
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Alissa dragged him into the alley, Spike limping behind me. A Gov. agent had found them, and demanded IDs. Alissa couldn't find her ID, so he started to arrest them. She used Stinger's camera after he stabbed Spike in the leg. They ran to the Slums, adn finally back to the Cave. She found her fake ID, sighing. Good, I dropped it here!
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Kyle exited his apartment and headed for the nearest elevator. He stepped on right before the doors closed, and the elevator began to rise up to the Skylight. When he stepped off the elevator, he was greeted with soft sunlight. He stood still for a moment, enjoying the gentle warmth from the sun. If he had a choice, he would live up on the 5th level. The harsh artificial lights of the lower levels could not compare to the light the sun provided. Kyle let out a contented sigh and began to walk off towards the nearest Government outpost, a smile on his face and Beethoven playing in his head.
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"Televised broadcasts are unessential. Media controlled by government, propagated with government messages. Internet connection is far more essential. Total internet monitoring is impossible. Leaks and reliable information acquired there more easily. Current objective: transformation of television into internet receiver device." Surprisingly, after this information was divulged, the mess of parts that Michael had laid out infront of him seemed to be, infact, an entirely new device.
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OOC: Sorry for the low-quality post. I just needed to get Michael back into the flow of things. Stuff (life, roleplaying, etc.) is confusing.
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"This map displays all of the upper levels. High-value government locations have been marked with red. This is a strike map. Targets that, if destroyed, will cost the government dearly." He analyzed the map a little bit more then spoke again.
"Michael is capable of hacking such locations and discovering declassified information without being detected. Information such as staffing, security, blueprints. Additionally, accelerated internet access is available for connection" He pointed at the device he had just created.
"Michael is available for further cyber-warfare advice at any time." he said turning and going to the laptop and hooking up to it with his USB hookup and then just started perusing the internet, gathering simple data. Knowledge was power, and Michael sought to have the most knowledge. As well as find a way to unscramble the data inside his mind, he knew something wasn't right with his mind, and he wanted to find what that problem was.
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