08-25-2016, 09:34 PM
Tony forwarded a message from Dr. Oborev, the power user from the Guardian. Together the two of them kept an eye on the hospitals, watching for patients who suddenly disappeared or manifested signs of the Sickness. Rather than ferreting them down a river to the kingdom of certain death, Oborev sent them to Tony. It meant Tony's place was a revolving door of Users learning the trade. Elias had never been involved much, not until today.
He only realized where Tony's directions was leading them after they arrived. The streets glowed neon, and the black pavement was slicked with the light of endless screens. Holo-images walked the side walks alongside actual street-walkers. Men, women, trans and sans-they were all represented in the red light district. Here, nobody would believe that the black clad, eyeliner darkened Elias was once the Mormon kid from Kenab, Utah. He smirked at the irony and took his time brushing groping hands away from his sleeve.
Asha probably didn't have this in mind when he suggested they take a walk. Odd how a den of sin like this was within walking distance of the jewel of the central dominance, the Kremlin.
He checked the map on his Uncle's wallet at a cross street and pointed to the left. "the person we are looking for should be a block down there."
He showed Asha the picture that Oborev forwarded. It was a woman of middle years, slightly overweight, with a wide chin and dull eyes. She was another doctor like Oborev. "Almost all the patients that have gone missing lately were treated by her. Keep an eye out."
They strolled down the side walk, Elias leading, and checking the bug locator on the suspicious doctor's own Wallet. If it was right, she would be on the street in front of them. But Elias paused and looked around. The only woman he saw was a hooker yanking at a man's waist.
The app must be wrong. He frowned and turned to retrace their steps when a strange movement caught his eye.
The hooker was dragging a guy away. Together with a big guy in a hooded sweater, they had their sleeping victim by the arms.
"That's her."
Elias gaped in shock. Beneath layers of poorly done makeup, he recognized the face. Damn he did eyeliner better than that.
He brushed Asha back with a sweep of one arm to keep her behind him and he stepped forward, seizing the power as he did.
He wove crackles of energy and pops of light exploded above their heads. The doctor and her assistant screamed and threw their arms over their heads, ducking low to the ground. But brooms of air swept their feet out from beneath them. They crashed to the ground, wincing upon impact. Finally, they were thrown from the victim, slumped helplessly upon the sidewalk, the shirt fallen open, and dotting the muscular chest beneath were bloody injection marks.
Elias strode to the female dressed a hooker. He towered over her, face drenched with electronic, ghostly light.
"We need to talk."
Her assistant scrambled to his feet and ran for the nearest alley, but Elias let him go. He had the one he wanted.
He only realized where Tony's directions was leading them after they arrived. The streets glowed neon, and the black pavement was slicked with the light of endless screens. Holo-images walked the side walks alongside actual street-walkers. Men, women, trans and sans-they were all represented in the red light district. Here, nobody would believe that the black clad, eyeliner darkened Elias was once the Mormon kid from Kenab, Utah. He smirked at the irony and took his time brushing groping hands away from his sleeve.
Asha probably didn't have this in mind when he suggested they take a walk. Odd how a den of sin like this was within walking distance of the jewel of the central dominance, the Kremlin.
He checked the map on his Uncle's wallet at a cross street and pointed to the left. "the person we are looking for should be a block down there."
He showed Asha the picture that Oborev forwarded. It was a woman of middle years, slightly overweight, with a wide chin and dull eyes. She was another doctor like Oborev. "Almost all the patients that have gone missing lately were treated by her. Keep an eye out."
They strolled down the side walk, Elias leading, and checking the bug locator on the suspicious doctor's own Wallet. If it was right, she would be on the street in front of them. But Elias paused and looked around. The only woman he saw was a hooker yanking at a man's waist.
The app must be wrong. He frowned and turned to retrace their steps when a strange movement caught his eye.
The hooker was dragging a guy away. Together with a big guy in a hooded sweater, they had their sleeping victim by the arms.
"That's her."
Elias gaped in shock. Beneath layers of poorly done makeup, he recognized the face. Damn he did eyeliner better than that.
He brushed Asha back with a sweep of one arm to keep her behind him and he stepped forward, seizing the power as he did.
He wove crackles of energy and pops of light exploded above their heads. The doctor and her assistant screamed and threw their arms over their heads, ducking low to the ground. But brooms of air swept their feet out from beneath them. They crashed to the ground, wincing upon impact. Finally, they were thrown from the victim, slumped helplessly upon the sidewalk, the shirt fallen open, and dotting the muscular chest beneath were bloody injection marks.
Elias strode to the female dressed a hooker. He towered over her, face drenched with electronic, ghostly light.
"We need to talk."
Her assistant scrambled to his feet and ran for the nearest alley, but Elias let him go. He had the one he wanted.