He shut the door silently behind him as he made his way down the alley and onto the main street. There are some places you just don't want to be when you're definitely not welcome. Tir was one of them. Well, for Rueben at least. He released his clip and glanced down at it quickly, not wanting to keep his eyes off of her for too long. Yep, 50....fuly loaded he thought as he jammed it back into his Mausser. His eyes darted quickly, nervously around the city as he made his way across the bridge over the aquaducts.
He used to be welcome here. Back when...well, when he belonged. He used to have a name too. Ha, that was when he had friends, yea...before his life was turned upside down. Its too bad there really wasn't anyone to blame, other than himself. Rueben Laurence didn't have much to live for anymore really. Guilt. Yea that was it. The emotion he felt was guilt. Well... there was the love too. Of course he loved her, she was his sister. But that wasn't why he kept tabs on her. It was the guilt.
He peered around the corner and froze. "Dammit, must've taken a wrong turn somewhere," he muttered to himself under his breath. Its not like he didn't know where she was going. She only went to two places in that sun-beaten maze they call Tir. This time, it was that bar. The Happy Rebel. He glanced down at his NCU interface as he felt his legs start to tingle. Clouds of green nanobots swirled up his arms and into his hands as he executed his Grid Runner nanoprogram. Much better. He stretched his legs out and sprinted right past the guard. He laughed softly as he saw the Sentinel guards reaction. Too slow once again.
She entered the Rebel without her robots. Her long blonde hair shimmered under the streetlamps. Her hair was down, as always. It was a nice night. A cool breeze with the aroma of meat wafted under the fixer's nose. Mmmm Bronto Burgers...or was that Mongol Meat? Both probably. He deactivated his cloaking device and climbed up onto the low rooftop across from the bar's entrance. Amazingly agile, even for an Opifex. He sat cross-legged and took out his comm-unit. He could monitor her from outside due to the bugs he placed in her comm. It had to be done. The guilt. He sighed as he looked onto his screen. She was with those CoT guys again. The small Opifex guy with the rifle and the big loudmouth...he had a beard. They treated her good. He smiled. At least she had good friends...made his job easier. Nice night. He put his hands behind his head and layed on his back, looking at the stars. Guilt and love. She was safe, thats all that mattered.
((More to come...need sleep now hehe))