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Mik watched the whole scene unfold from the scaffold that he was on. Mik was in line just like everyone else, but the only difference was, he had augmented eyes that allowed him to see exactly what was going on. He was the master of the pits, the fighter that ends all fights, and the champion of pit fighting in sector 3. The only problem was, it was illegal, and he wasn't about to get caught. The pit fighting that Mik did was to the death. That is where the eyes come from. Mik spent almost every dime he had on a few augmentations, and even those were illegal; at least for people born in sector 3 slums. Mik slowly walked down the scaffold and started to push people out of his way. The guards that were scanning near him were going to cause some major problems. He stopped at the men that were scanning and at that moment every scanner within 25 meters of Mik went off. He shook his head, "Well here we go again." With almost blinding speed Mik's arm shot low and his fist met the closest guards chin with full force. The man lifted off the ground and flew back about ten feet. He landed through the table that was set up for scanning and all the paperwork and money that was on the table scattered.

Everyone within about thirty feet seen that money and they scattered like cockroaches to a meal. The crowd went into a roar, and everyone started grabbing money, and running. This gave Mik ample opportunity to use the Limb Augments and run. He was as fast on his feet as a scouter was, but he still couldn't outrun that dammed woman. Mik was hoping that he didn't run into her, Kalessi, he just wasn't in the mood for this shit. He needed to get back to sector 3 and fast. He had a fight tonight that he didn't want to miss.

Mik stopped dead in his tracks and started to jolt for a moment. He had overloaded his Limb augment, and now he was going to be slower than ever. "Dammit."Yelled Mik. "That's all I need right now." He slipped off into an alley way and just waited. He needed to let the leg augments cool off before he took off again. Mik slumped back against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground. He was safe here for the moment. He didn't know how long he was going to be safe, but he was safe enough for now.

Mik's eyes slowly drifted a little, and he started to see things from his past. He remembered being beaten when he was young for not following his foster father's wishes, Dammit kid, you better not fuck this up for me." Roger was the name of his foster father, a factory worker in sector 2. He was the worst piece of shit on the planet. At least in Mik's eyes. Roger slipped the bottle of liquor back up to his lips and took another long swig. He staggered over to the training Mik, and started to slip off his belt. Mik didn't pay any attention to him at the moment, He was too busy hitting the bag. His foster dad pulled his pants off and went after Mik...

Mik jumped awake and slammed his fist into the side of the building. His hand went right through the wall. "I hate that bastard. He got what he deserved!" Mik was yelling at nothing. He then realized that he wasn't in a place to be doing things like that, "Aw hell" He was surrounded, and didn't have a chance to fight himself out of this one. Mik dropped to his knees and just surrendered.