Down the streets of the cities now-vacant entertainment district ran a young man dressed in sneakers, jeans and a hot pink t-shirt, his expression that of fear, unmentionable yellow stains on his right pant leg and ungodly levels of sweat lining his forehead. Why didnt he listen to his mother? Why did he go out onto the streets this late? It got him nothing, only a bunch of crazy back-alley surgeons who think his organs would be worth a hefty fee on the black market.
But hope sprang for him as he saw a Police terminal. Response was pretty fast and he could have those crooks caught in no time. His pained face warping into a smile he bolted toward the terminal with a golden eye in the midst of a dark green back-drop and hit the emergency response button. The eye screen dissapeared and quickly faded into a cam feed of a bored looking male officer clad in full SWAT gear.
„You reached the cops, can I have your order?"
„Street surgeons want my organs, man. You gotta shockin' help me!"
„Lemme just pull up your fi-oooooooh." The SWAT officers mood suddenly turned from bored to ecstatic. „Someone didnt the pay their protection…"
„Come on man, Il have it by Friday just please, send the cops!"
„Nope, no money, no protection. Ta-ta!" With that the officer pushed a button, causing the screen to fade out and return to the image of the golden eye. What the young man heard behind him afterwards brought the chils to his spine again.
„Well well, we got ourselves a snitch dont we?" The leader of the trio said. He was a middle-aged to elderly-looking man dressed in surgeons scrubs, mouth cover and cap along with a rusty buzzsaw cyberhand and an analysis implant as his right eye.
„Huh-huh , yeah, snitch." The dim-witted brawn of the trio added, a nine-foot mountain of a man dressed dressed in heavy, bronze-colored body armor and toting a massive rifle with an only slightly smaller meatsaw slung underneath it.
However the third, skinny member of the trio said nothing and was dressed in an almost completely featureless black body-suit with an equally featureless black helmet. A red cross on his left shoulder and about four beam katanas on his hips, two on each thigh.
„Um uh…mommy…" the man could only squeal this out before the three villains lunged at him, pulled him down and began to cut him open without any anaesthetic, his agonized screams echoing throughout the entertainment district, both the sleeping and still awake denizens doing their best to turn the other way. However one figure dressed in heavy armor….wasnt gonna look away…
The figure's attire was that of onyx body armor, its full-face helmet styled in a sleek, skull-like pattern with the skull emblem on its chest standing out aswell. In its two hands were two guns, one antique revolver outdated since 2023 and a hand-held SMG that stopped being relevant around 2059. It finally spoke, the helmet changing its voice to sound unnaturally deep and demonic. It only said one word…
„Punishment."