Chaotic
Retired Staff
Raquel, as she was currently called, had listened to the radio station relating news of this latest violence in a somewhat more socially accepted manner for some time before a “breaking news special announcement” caught her attention. Apparently there had been an explosion not too far from her current location caused by a gas leak. A crew of workers who had been present to repair the problem was injured in a residential area along with the family living in the home nearest the leak. Such occasions were true tragedies, acknowledged the voice on the radio sadly and the girl nodded to herself before hitting the button below her steering wheel once more.
“All hell is breaking loose out here,” she muttered without even waiting for a response. “There was the chase between two cyborgs before an unmarked helicopter deployed another figure to the scene, but the distance was too great for me to confirm or deny the entrance of another cyborg … The gas story is a load of crap … Who in their right mind wouldn’t first vacate a family off the premises before dealing with something like that? In any case … I’m going to go see which company is responsible for all of this … or if war has finally broken out between several.” The girl paused as she brushed her golden hair back over her shoulder and smiled at the steering unit in a rather condescending way as she knew that Ryan’s bitch secretary couldn’t see her. “I’ll report in once I have more information … laters, you cantankerous, old bitch …”
With that the girl climbed out of the car and smoothed her outfit calmly over her currently voluptuous form as she glanced around with all of the wonder of her fellow trapped motorists. Human nature, rather oddly, often demanded that people stand and watch as tragedies played out for the sick sort of entertainment value they provided. As such, she was among a good number of others who had already left their vehicles and thus managed to not attract attention as she crept off down the street before taking off at her full cyborg speed towards the neighborhood of the tragedy.
Tonight was turning out to be a fairly decent night for her. Her sense of adventure, desire for intrigue, and love of information gathering were all being seen to in a rather unexpected but not undesirable way. If the companies were truly breaking out in full out war over the city of Detroit, the information would offer her company a chance to spike sales by playing the field more effectively. This would offer them an edge and allow them to advance more easily than any intelligence that she may have stolen from the Black Phoenix Consortium might have allowed.
As she ran, the girl knotted her long hair behind her head in a tight bun but chose to keep the form she was in for two reasons. The first was a simple matter of convenience. Changing shape would mean that her clothing would no longer fit as it should, which could be quite detrimental for her in a combat scenario. The second was simply that as far as the other companies knew, there was no “Unit Pi.” She had been created in secrecy for the purposes of infiltration and as such it suited her needs much better to stay enigmatic and not reveal a true form to the company dogs tearing the city apart.
“All hell is breaking loose out here,” she muttered without even waiting for a response. “There was the chase between two cyborgs before an unmarked helicopter deployed another figure to the scene, but the distance was too great for me to confirm or deny the entrance of another cyborg … The gas story is a load of crap … Who in their right mind wouldn’t first vacate a family off the premises before dealing with something like that? In any case … I’m going to go see which company is responsible for all of this … or if war has finally broken out between several.” The girl paused as she brushed her golden hair back over her shoulder and smiled at the steering unit in a rather condescending way as she knew that Ryan’s bitch secretary couldn’t see her. “I’ll report in once I have more information … laters, you cantankerous, old bitch …”
With that the girl climbed out of the car and smoothed her outfit calmly over her currently voluptuous form as she glanced around with all of the wonder of her fellow trapped motorists. Human nature, rather oddly, often demanded that people stand and watch as tragedies played out for the sick sort of entertainment value they provided. As such, she was among a good number of others who had already left their vehicles and thus managed to not attract attention as she crept off down the street before taking off at her full cyborg speed towards the neighborhood of the tragedy.
Tonight was turning out to be a fairly decent night for her. Her sense of adventure, desire for intrigue, and love of information gathering were all being seen to in a rather unexpected but not undesirable way. If the companies were truly breaking out in full out war over the city of Detroit, the information would offer her company a chance to spike sales by playing the field more effectively. This would offer them an edge and allow them to advance more easily than any intelligence that she may have stolen from the Black Phoenix Consortium might have allowed.
As she ran, the girl knotted her long hair behind her head in a tight bun but chose to keep the form she was in for two reasons. The first was a simple matter of convenience. Changing shape would mean that her clothing would no longer fit as it should, which could be quite detrimental for her in a combat scenario. The second was simply that as far as the other companies knew, there was no “Unit Pi.” She had been created in secrecy for the purposes of infiltration and as such it suited her needs much better to stay enigmatic and not reveal a true form to the company dogs tearing the city apart.