*snap* Another clip slides into the chassis of the grinner, a few molten phosphorus droplets shaking off the tip of the barrel as the gun reacts to the force. Six more clan agents gone, well, temporarily at least... After pulling a few credit chips from the pockets, the body is deemed worthless and left on the floor with the others.

"Come on... we're done here." The silent, floating mask of rage simply follows with mute response.

When did it get this way? A meta-physicist should be studying the deeper regions of the mind, probing the depths anger and finding out WHY these things become physical manifestations.

Cross thought, need more bullets before the next job.

The burns and bruises were starting to heal, nano-wonders doing their job without rest or reason... That was the other thing. A month off of Rubi-ka and things got worse... well, worse being that a clanner could off you in about half the time they used to take. Better off trying to scrap with some mutants or something outside the city.

The rain didn't change though, still hate the rain. The swirling wetness still bombarded the buildings, walking armor, and droids just the same. Everywhere around here things were supposed to be changing. Amnesty? When? Why? What made things suddenly better and why didn't they tell us? Its not like they've got anything to hide. OmniTek will do what it damn well pleases whether we say anything or not... *a smirk under the plasteel visor* Sounds like something a clanner would say.

600 bullets in, another uncounted set of credits out. Whatever happened to saving up for that couch? Or maybe another light in that spooky corner of the apartment? What happened to the books? Or the research or the meditation or anything else except shooting clanners? When will it be different? When will it be something besides violence... The floating mask of rage is more than ample evidence to say enough violence lives in this house...

The Torch Dragon
Meta-Physicist