4 corps - the kill story

Mac was diving now in the Booth CryoRig parked in the university basement. The Professor checked his gauges, the coolant and power were green but her neural pressure was starting to skyrocket. A hand covered his mouth as the levels cleared alarm levels that had been turned off on her request.

He felt a coil in his stomach. Not good.

Why had he listened to her? At this rate neural burn must've been an inevitability. Still, he could never say no to this woman who had exonerated his wife in that disaster show trial. His shoulders sagged and he reached for his keys in the jacket pocket. Coffee from the corner store would do.

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There were few guests in the mart at the end of the campus drive where the store was sequestered. A woman with a chrome brain cage. A dreamvaping man with a deck of cards. Someone reading a brochure. The attendant eyed him and they made the exchange.

Synthetic blood...

He turned with his coffeefoil and the once brochure masked figure had stepped to the table closest to the door, brochure now fluttering to the floor.

Was he sitting that close before?

Wait. This was a person of import. The Medtech executive whose dreamlike cyberclone Wizard of Oz VR-Opera had been making the rounds.

Then, soldiers. A ghost chopper alights on the lawn on the far side of the street, with seven SWAT on spiderline.

The Professor's own face flashes on the screen above the scuffed glass of the vendstation.

"A new bounty has just been posted-"

It's off suddenly. Static now. The exec smiles.

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**please note you cannot score out with this deck :)