Tarick's HUD stuttered and contorted. The return of his vision revealed the man had disappeared. His auto-senses brought up the measurements of the nearby atmosphere, the results concluded the remnants of a teleport flare. The police scan module popped up, warning of multiple units being...
Tarick turned to see who collided with him. Catching a quick glance, his attention is pulled by the officers. As they moved into the alley, Tarick slipped into the convenience store, the hard florescent beating down on him. The store owner, a portly older man sat watching a small television...
Tarick lied awake in bed, staring up at his off-white ceiling. His gaze met a a crack forming, the plaster separating into a dark void. Sleep was always such an aethemer to him. Ice cream. That's what he needed. Tarick forced his limbs to push his body up off the bed, the sheets rolled off him...
Chicago, 2076. The city is constantly alive, but nothing more than a shithole. Gangs slinging the newest synth drugs and BTLs. Murder is commonplace and for the most part, the brass stays out of downtown. Those that are willing to do the sultry jobs can make a lot of money if they have the wits...