Adam Jensen's Day Off

A day off. A day off from the arduous and stress garnering work that presented itself around every corner of Adam's Jensen's life. If his life was a sink the liquid coming from the faucet would be the blood of his enemies, and right now the only way to unclog the drain would be to relax. It wasn't often that Jensen got a day off, so it was up to him to make the most of it.

Adam Jensen's Apartment

There were empty bottles of alcohol scattered around, filthy cockroaches crawling nastily about, there were cracks in the walls, and guns all over the place. Adam's could tell someone a riot went on in his house and they'd probably believe him, only instead of the police demanding for the disorder to stop it'd be Adam's land lord.

"I love cigarettes." Adam said in his low, dark, and gravelly voice. Adam was lazily slouched on his coach with his shirt off with the light from the television blaring onto him. Behind him was the light passing through the window. He went to gently ash out the cigarette and took a sip of some hardcore liquor. Opening his pack of cigarettes to his surprise he came to find out that he tragically no longer had any left. He sighed for a bout five minutes.

"God damn't. Should've voted for Bernie Sanders…" And with that Adam flipped over behind the couch from his seated position. After that he sloppily got on his gear and coat.

"Hmmm… The front door's right there… I guess I can open it, walk through it, and leave. Nah, front doors are for pussies..." Jensen said before dashing out through the window descending to the chaotic depths below.

Streets OF Prague

Jensen was a piece of machinery as intricate as a clock tower, only instead of people looking at it and telling the time, people could tell when they'd die when staring at Adam when he got to work.

Jensen's body impacted the ground shattering it, glass fell alongside him shattering as well. He slowly rose and his self-applying prosthetic shades emerged shielding his eyes from the sun's harmful rays. He started walking in an oblivious manner to all the fighting, mugging, and murder going on beside him as he whistled. It was his day off and there was no possible way was he going to waste it. Until he saw something truly despicable.

RIGHT BEFORE HIM… Was a man jay walking.

"Hell no… Not in my city…" Jensen said as he shot the man with a ballistic missile. His carcass sprayed all over the street. Jensen put away the rocket launcher. "Someday he'll thank me for stopping him the way I did." Adam said proudly.

Jensen's walk was long and befitting to his need to sulk. It gave him time to think about the unjust cruelties that the world had served him from time to time. He never asked for this, to become part man part machine. But it was his infinite burden that took a toll on his every being. The world made him like this, and the people of the world judged him for it. But most importantly it had been done to him by someone he had trusted. It was days like this that he was reminded why his shades were so useful. To hide the pain in his eyes.

Gas station

"You can either transfer the credits to our top secret or you can get a bullet to the head!" One of the muggers demanded the adrenaline of the moment getting to him.

"No, I don't negotiate with criminals." The shop owner responded in a stubborn manner.

"Ahem…" Jensen sounded with the muggers unaware of his presence.

"Listen old man, you can either get to live another ten years or you can die it's up to you." Another mugger said, there were seven of them total. They had made sure that the hostages crouching down with their hands up stayed obediently in their place.

"Ahem…" Jensen sounded off again. 'People. So rude these days.' He had thought privately.

"I will not jeopardize my business." The shop owner said slamming his hand viciously on the counter.

"AHEM!" Jensen yelled. They all turned to face Adam. "I wish to purchase a pack of cigarettes, and I believe this is the store I'll be purchasing them from." Adam said holding up a crumbled ten dollar credit chip.

There was a long pause. Everyone one in the store, everyone, the hostages, the thieves even the ones in different isles, and the shop owner all listened to Adam with major puzzled looks on their faces.

"Do I have to repeat myself? All I want is a pack of cigarettes, this customer service is unacceptable." Adam said crossing his arms. Just then one of the muggers stepped over to shove a gun in Adam's face.

"AKAAKAKDFKSFJKSKF" the yelling of the mugger was a distant hum, right now Adam was thinking of whether or not he had left the stove on. They couldn't see it because of his shades but he too had a puzzled look. "AAKJDJFWSJFIJW" more yelling. 'I'm hungry for Pizza. NO JENSEN! You had Pizza yesterday. Don't get ahead of yourself.' He thought to himself. "I'M ABOUT TO BLOW YOUR HEAD O –" Adam's arm shot out in a unbelievably quick manner, the sheer force of the robotic arm dislocated the mugger's arm as Jensen twisted the guy's wrist. As the mugger lost his grip of the gun and Jensen removed his own pistol with his free hand and fired - !POP! Falling !POP! Falling !POP! !CLICK CLACK! The thugs dropped before the initial's thug's gun could.

A wave of white energy dispersed rapidly over Jensen's body turning him invisible. The other muggers from the other isles circled in on the sight to find no survivors to their dismay. They wore hoodies, ski masks, old hockey masks to shield their faces, but nothing could shield them from the wrath of the cigarette craving cyborg known as Adam Jensen.

"What the hell? Where'd he go?"

"Who is this guy?"

As the men bickered over what to do Adam crept stealthily behind one of the men who had stood a bit back out of sight. He wrapped his hand over the man's mouth and used the other arm to wrap around the man's neck at the same time. "Peekaboo mother fucker." Adam whispered as dragged him away as a security man would a rowdy customer, only instead of getting kicked out of the store he'd be kicked out of life. These men were all cracks on the sidewalk of life, they ruined the sidewalk and influenced the path people would take, but they were surely easy to step on. They were all lost, and Adam was the tour guide looking to help them reach the realm that they belonged in, the afterlife, only he himself got lost in the madness of helping others this way.

"Hey where'd L- I mean where'd the guy behind us go?" One of the muggers questioned. The shop keeper had a smug look on his face. The floor was pooled with thick blood, none of which belonged to Adam. There were clumsily fallen guns on the floor along with bullet shells that had been fired from Jensen's pistol. One of the men had been blown into a rack of chips which ultimately added more of a mess to the unsavory scene.

Multiple waves of white energy surged outward in different directions from Adam Jensen's chest, revealing himself in seconds between the two muggers, his arms extended out and his blade augmentations immediately shot out of his forearms into the men's chests. They both dropped simultaneously along with their guns. One of them coughed up blood still alive.

"You're the last one alive." Jensen said taking aim with a single arm with his pistol. His self-applying shades retracted themselves, so he could stare the man in the eye. The man shook his head slowly with his hand raised out desperately.

"Guess that means you're the last to die then." Adam said with his shades returning.

Jensen's finger slowly squeezed the trigger, the gun's slide hit backward as a shell was released, the front of the gun vomited a spark with the reflection of the small white explosion appearing in Jensen's shades, it only took a split second for the bullet to reach it's mark. A newly formed pool of blood formed in the store from the victim's head. Jensen had just had fun sparring with these men, and believe or not he had been pulling his punches.

Adam holstered his pistol and walked over to the shop keeper behind the counter. The crowd of civilians were either giving praiseful cheers or leaving in a hurry.

"Thank you so much you saved much you s –"

"Shut up. I want my damn cigarettes." Adam requested.

"You can have 'em for free." The shop keeper said throwing a batch of the shackles of a pack of cigarettes that enslaved Adam into buying them repeatedly.

Streets Of Prague

Adam left the store with a cigarette hanging from his lips and looked observantly at the huge buildings that towered above. He looked into the far distant sky where the sun was setting gently, a final goodbye to the audience that was this city while its fellow performer known as the moon got ready to introduce itself for it's act.

"I guess I might as well go home and explain to my landlord that the window was already broken when I rented the apartment." Jensen said walking off while eagerly puffing on his cigarette.

Adam Jensen was not a simple man. His existence was the gap between man and machine, between killer and life saver, and between new life and the end of days. Soon he would return to his life of assault on the tyranny of mankind on the frontlines. But right now it was his day off, and he was going to spend it watching crappy television while savagely drinking liquor and smoking cigarettes at the same time.

The End, For Now