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"Yo, pretty boy? Can I get a cigarette?" Specter turned to the voice, rolling the one he had between his own lips. He looked the girl from head to toe, smirking once he returned to her face. "Working girl, eh? Don't you know these things can kill?" The woman clicked her tongue, looking away from him. "Forget it, I'll ask someone else." As she began to walk away, Specter grabbed her arm and quickly apologized. "Sorry, its been a stressful day. Here..." Specter reached into his jacket pocket and removed a mostly full pack of cigs. Moving his hand just enough to force a cig out through the canisters opening. "Damn, you don't have an actual paper package?" The girl lifted the cigarette and gently put it between her lips. "These metal things don't hold in the taste as well." Specter chuckled slightly and said, "Complaining about a free cig? What is this world coming to? Next you'll be wanting real tobacco." The girl stood there, staring at Specter with eyes that said she was still expecting something. "I'm not paying for your services." She laughed and pointed at the cigarette between her lips. "If I ain't got my own, what makes you think I got anything to light it?" Specter smiled, removing his own cigarette from between his lips. "Fair enough." He raised his hand, the tip of his thumb detaching and a small flame appearing from the hole. The girl jumped back for a second, surprised to see the stunt. "Sorry, didn't expect someone with scars to be one of them." The girl moved closer slowly, breathing in the smoke and then quickly moving away. "One of them, eh? Have a good night." Specter threw his own cigarette on the ground, giving a wave back to the girl as he did so. The working girl exhaled the smoke out through her nose, removing the cigarette from her lips and staring at it. "Damn machines."

Specter rounded the corner, humming a tune to himself as he walked down the street. His eyes naturally moved toward one of the massive screens that litter the city, dispensing the latest bit of propaganda that those in charge wanted everyone to hear. Well, that's how Specter saw it anyway. Despite his own role, he was never one to trust those with power. Stopping and looking up toward the screen, he decided that with nothing better to do he might as well give it a listen for once.

The screen turned white, a sharp blue logo with the acronym, WNN, appeared. Weiss News Network, the trusted voice of Weiss, or the only voice that could be heard depending on how you looked at it. The screen faded and a strikingly beautiful young woman appeared, dressed to the nines with light blue eyes and short brown hair. "Good evening, Weiss. My name is Elizabeth Schwarz and this is your nightly news. Today the anti-augmentation group known as, The Sons, attacked a Harp Enterprises Facility in District 34. However, due to the brave actions of local Weiss Police and security at the facility, the terrorists were thwarted with no casualties. In political news, Chancellor McCormick has rejected the recent proposal by Council members to increase the size of Heaven's Gate stating, 'The wall acts as a barrier between us and the harsh cruelties of the world. However, it must not become the symbol of a cage to those it is supposed to protect.' Finally, it has been reported that the efforts of ASIT, a special organization within the Weiss Police Department will face heavy scrutiny for their recent role in the deaths of several civilians in a District 55 apartment complex. The complex was believed to be the base of operations for the YT, a local gang responsible for several high profile crimes in the area. After a raid orchestrated by the assigned members of ASIT, it was discovered that many of those who perished inside were innocent bystanders and the location was not what they believed it to be. More on that and all stories, after this..."

Specter took a heavy sigh. "Of course, they tell the real story only when it has a chance to make my life more difficult." He continued walking down the street. Specter was the ASIT Squad Leader for District 83, the thirtieth District to get a team. The way Weiss worked was this, the more wealth and power you had, the closer to the center of the city you lived. The districts start there with District 1 and circle outwards. Beyond the districts lies the farmlands, and then the wall. They started referring to it as Heaven's Gate a few years ago, though why is not common knowledge. Specter thought it was just another bit of Council propaganda, something to get people to start viewing things in a different light. Whatever the reason, there was only one way in and and one way out. The only thing beyond the wall was the prison, something Specter had never seen himself. He didn't know how far it was away, nor how they even picked people to be stationed there. All he knew was that if this government was willing to send people outside the wall they so hold dearly, then it wasn't someplace he would ever want to see. Anyway, District 83 sat to the west of District 1 and covered a little over twenty square miles, or 4 x 5 miles square depending on how you viewed it. Specter wasn't very familiar with the area before being assigned here. It wasn't that much different from most District this far from the center, but at the same time there was something about it he couldn't put his finger on. It was like something was feeding off the area, like a parasite draining its host. Specter and the team had only worked one case since being formed here, and it was only the recovery of some stolen augments from Harp Enterprises that were not really worth much to begin with.

Walking without a desire to really end up anywhere, Specter was contemplating how he would spend the rest of the night, only to have his daze interrupted by the feeling of a small vibration coming from his right ear. Gently reaching his right index finger up to his ear, he gave it a small tap. "This is Specter, I'm currently not at home but if you would give your name and number I will make sure to permanently delete it from my mind." Specter heard the sound of a sigh, followed by a long pause, though the sound of others in the background could be heard. "You're not half as funny as you think you are kid. Why don't you get an implant anyway? It would make getting in touch with you easier. Plus, you wouldn't have to worry about losing the transmitter." Specter reached up to his ear, pulling on his lobe to cause the small black device in his ear to shift. "Already told you, Lieutenant. They are not getting near my head with those knives, or the machines that follow. So, what's with the call? Do you have something for me?" Specter continued walking, taking a left down a nearby alley so he could have some privacy. "About twenty minutes ago we received a call from security at a hotel that there were gunshots coming from a warehouse across the street. I sent out a squad car and they arrived not long after. Whoever was shooting was gone, but the body of a women was found. She's augmented." Specter yawned as he continued walking. "Fair enough, Kalenko. Give me the address." There was a silence on the other end, likely meaning the Lieutenant had forgotten the address or never knew it in the first place. "1348 Normandy. The hotel across the street has a bright red sign out front so you can't miss it. Oh, and Specter? Never call me Kalenko again. Its Sir, or Lieutenant." Specter tapped his ear once again, the call dropping and Specter finding himself alone once again.

It only took him a few minutes to walk to the address, the alleyways often being shortcuts to those who know how to navigate. He stood across from the warehouse, police cars blocking off most of the road. Specter looked up to the hotel sigh above him, making a noticeable face of displeasure as he did so. "What a truly gaudy sign. The Fitzroy Hotel? Looks more like the sign of a strip club to me." Specter reached into his pocket and removed a small grey object roughly the size of a pen. Pressing the tip of it, a small blue hologram screen emerged from the object, no wider than the length of the object and about a foot long. The letters ASIT appeared on the screen. "ASIT codename, Specter." The letters disappeared and a green orb appeared on the screen. "Audio input recognized. What can I do for you, Officer Specter?" N. That was what it was called. A virtual intelligence responsible for the entire ASIT network. Created to help ensure members can keep in touch at all times, N's duties have far expanded over the years. While not an AI, the information and intelligence N has been responsible for has saved more Officers in the field than any other entity. With the exception of ones own squad, of course. There were only two ways to access N. One, through the devices carried by ASIT field officers, which for simplicities sake were referred to as N as well. And two, directly from the ASIT headquarters in the center. "N, please alert ASIT Officers assigned to District 83 to report to 1348 Normandy. Across the street from the Fitzroy Hotel." With a quick affirmation of its command, the green orb disappeared. Not a second later, N was beeping and a blue light was flashing on the side. Pressing the tip again, Specter looked down at it. "You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83." Specter nodded his head and turned off N, putting it back in his pocket. "I see they haven't worked out all the kinks. Still, its easier then listing the officer's I want it sent to, I guess."

Making his way past the police line, Specter gave an affirmative nod to those guarding the door. Opening the door and entering the warehouse, Specter was immediately greeted by a women who looked to be in her mid-forties. Her face looked to be still young, but grey streaks in her hair gave it away that she was likely augmented. "Mr. Specter, it is good to finally meet you. My name is Cassandra Frost, but everyone just calls me Cass. I'm the Medical Examiner for the District." Specter followed her to the actual scene. There weren't many police inside, neither uniformed nor detectives. Specter and Cass arrived at the body, Specter tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. "I see why I was called, at least. Normally when someone is murdered, regardless of augments, it is the job of the local police to investigate. However, if the person was murdered specifically for their augments... that's a different story." Specter bent down, trying to observe the body closer. One of her eyes had been removed, as well as both her arms and one of her legs. A white liquid was around the body, having a similar consistency to blood but left an odd smell in the air. Cass bent down beside Specter and said, "You only see this with Grade D and lower augments. Usually, higher grade augments will recognize the loss of the limb and stop sending support in order to preserve life. But, with cheaper augments, it sometimes doesn't register which causes the flow to keep going." Specter stood back up and looked at Cass while saying, "You can take off. We got it from here. I sent my team a notification just a few minutes ago. They should be here soon." Cass simply nodded and began to walk away, knowing things like this were outside her expertise. "Wait. Mr. Specter, why did you wait to send it until just a few minutes ago. The Lieutenant told me he messaged you over fifteen minutes ago." Specter removed a cigarette from his jacket and lit it, taking a heavy puff and looking at Cass. "What? And have them arrive before me? What kind of precedent will that set?" Specter smirked and turned back to the body. "Have a good night, Ms. Frost."