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Atlas quickly switched off the lights at the top of her helmet, leaving the harsh blue glow of the neon signs a few levels above the only illumination. She walked slowly as not to create a loud splash with her boots. It had rained off and on for the past several hours--she couldn't really say "last night," as this far down, the city was cast in perpetual darkness. No one ever slept anyway. There was little concept of normal, monophasic sleep cycles here.
'This building should have been condemned long ago,' with it's rusted balcony railings and ceilings bowing from water damage. It was the perfect place to hide, though, as the authorities didn't give a damn kriff about lowlife crime or their dilapidated architecture. They left the enforcement to the highest bidder, which amounted to jobs like this. 'Stupid, lazy-ass crime lords who send third-parties out to go hunt his cheating little cronies.' Whatever. It was fairly easy and it paid the bills. Only downside was that there was a fair amount of draw to these types of jobs, being posted on the public bounty boards rather than private contracts.
In her hand was a SA-17 stun pistol, a rather beautiful gun if she ever saw one. A "bounty hunter's best friend" indeed, as the vast majority of times clients wanted their targets more on the "alive" side of dead or alive. Bigger payout that way, too. Hugging the wall, she rounded the corner. Her target today was last reported to live on this level, so for now it was a game of search and wait.
OCC Note: Anyone is free to join in, either as a rival bounty hunter trying to get the target first or the target itself. Or, even something else. Who knows?
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