Opening of Yours Truly 2032, part 8

[Dartz]

And so, Meg's odyssey continues. Part 7 now on FFN

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I was still a little overheated as I left, the weight of cold steel
pressing into the side of my chest under my jacket sucking the heat out of
my body.

I was now the proud owner of a forty-year old Colt automatic, 35 rounds of
ammunition and a nice leather holster to keep it safe. All it had cost me
was thirty minutes of my time and a little physical activity, for a
powerful .45 calibre pistol.

Well, it was either that, or what was obviously supposed to be one of
those eventually unpayable debt scams. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I wasn’t
going to fall for that trap. I knew what happened to those who did, and I
knew what Warera thought I was already.

Thirty minutes exercise had gotten me a gun that sold on the black market
for five-figure sums. I call that a fucking bargain. It was, after all,
what I was built do. And warera was going to be in deep shit when he
explains to his oyabun why he let me leave with such an expensive piece of
metal.

I unchained my bike from the lampost, put on my helmet and gloves, zipped
up my leathers and mounted up as I always did. Before starting the engine
I reminded myself that I really had to be careful about doing that again.

I was trading on my good name and reputation when I did. And if word got
out, or if I overdid it, my good name’d be in the gutter pretty quickly.
But I needed to be armed if I was breaking into a Genom facility.

And I needed a shower. I was still sticky with sweat all over. I felt
the vibrations from the engine shoot through my body as it shuddered to
life beneath me. And that was it.

I didn’t feel guilty about what I’d done. To be honest, Sylvie was right.
It really felt like turning tables. There was a little poetic justice in
there somewhere.

I raced to Lady 633 to see what Sylia wanted. It might’ve been something
to do with the Largo Cannon.

I hoped it was.
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Meg gains one worn M1911. Embraces sexaroid nicer.


Also.


"OOh... speaking of New friends everyone seems to be having. I met Meg
this morning and she was riding with someone. I think they spend the night
together..."

"Hmm.... Who?"

"She said her name was... Anri I think."

"I may have to meet this person...."

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Yours Truly, 2032