DRAGON BALL Z
GENISYS 2
Android 18 walks the city streets observing her surroundings as the data observation system processes every detail around her into her central processing network. Her mission is simple, search and terminate those who cause massive danger to the human species.
The Z fighters. Earths most dangerous and high risk targets. They will bring upon a war like no other upon this planet. Working as a siren for other species and planets like flash and ray of light. No other time in history or future has this planet needed a salvation more than now.
Android 18... This version from the future. Android 18 T-1000X. A very different protector. Is here and now, to help the people of earth from the dangers facing our planet.
She is here to do one simple task.
Termination.
Her optics lock onto a bar with vehicles parked outside. The calculations process quickly and instantly as her mass to vehicle speed instantly gives percentage to best option. She can not fly, as her father was not able to figure out that option.
Thus, she must find a mode of transportation. So she enters the bar, slowly with each step hitting the concrete slaps and makes her way to the doorway.
Her face, emotionless and void of any expression. Slowly her right arm reaches for the handle and is placed upon the metal structure, she grips it and turns it slowly, opening the door. Several bikers and gang members turn as they observe her coming into the establishment.
A man smiles looking upon her as she walks in. Her head turns slowly as her calculations begin to process the possibility of owners to the vehicles outside. Unable to figure out who owns what due to the humans keeping their keys in their pockets. But one man... had them on his hip. Linked by a key clip.
Her optics lock onto his keys and quickly her systems calculate the options through every single option of type of vehicles that could be started by said key.
He's standing next to a pool table surrounded by his friends as he exhales a puff of smoke from his lips. Smoking a Cuban cigar. His friends... or allies, observe her as she walks up to him. The tags upon the leather jackets that they wear... VAGOS. One of the most deadly biker gangs.
Yet she walks up without any hesitation. They are entertained by this and watch her as she stops just short of 3 feet from his face. He looks into her eyes.
She stands 5 foot 10 inches. He stands 6 foot 2 inches.
They glare at each other as the entire bar grows silent. Until she looks at his keys attached to his hips once again and allows her system to locate the type of vehicle the main driver key is programmed to.
***1990 Harley Davidson***
Slowly her head turns up and she locks eyes with his, a strange calm passes through the air, almost as if it's signifying an acceptance of a standoff. Until the man speaks breaking the silence and in a sense... accepting the challenge from the woman.
"What do you want bitch?"
Slowly she tilts her head, processing the words spoken. Identifying the question... and then indicating the insult at the end of the sentence. Still the need to hold her camouflage as a... android of sorts. She cannot expose herself... not to the degree to attract attention. Not yet.
So her words are chosen simply and... direct.
"I need your motorcycle. Give it to me. Now."
The Vagos gang members laugh, unable to hold back the display of testosterone from this woman before them.
"Check out the balls on this bitch." One gang member speaks as he holds his belly. Looking at this girl.
"Maybe we should give her a welcome party. See how long she lasts." Another speaks. Suggesting that perhaps they should initiate her into their club of outlaws.
"I like her jacket. Don't get any blood on it when you rough her up." A biker chick speaks as she leans against her man while observing android 18.
Yet not for a moment does Android 18 shift her attention. Her optics locked onto the man before her. The red glow of her iris hidden by the black glasses. And her audio sensors ready to listen to what he has to say to her.
"Tell you what cunt. You can have my bike. When you rip the key out of my cold dead hands."
He spits into her face and leans in as he inhales a deep breath of his cigar. Then exhaling into her face.
The spit slowly glides down the right side of her sunglasses. Her sensors reading the smoke from the cigar.
***NONE TOXIC***
She speaks after the Vagos biker is finished speaking to her. His... choice of words... he will live to regret them.
"Your offer... Is acceptable." She says in a monotone voice.
In a blur of motion she shifts her body and her left hand quickly grabs the bikers neck. Her fingers pierce his flesh as blood begins to squirt out and drip down his jacket, shirt... then pants... slowly moving to his boots...
She lifts him off the ground as the sound of his bone snapping echoes in the bar. At that moment... his blood drips to the ground. Her fingers crush his wind pipe and blood pours into his lungs. Her grip tightens as her fingers curl around the spine of his neck for better grip.
One Vagos gang member charges at her from the right with a knife gripped in his right arm. She quickly turns and slams the dead body against him. Another gang member charges from the back, pulling a 45 and placing it against her head, pulling the trigger.
The bullet bounces off her skull and hits the floor. She turns her head looking right at him.
"Don't do that."
She places her palm on his face and shoves him sending his body across the room.
Looking around she takes in her diagnostic reading of the room. Slowly everyone is lowering the weapons that they have. After observing someone try to shoot her head at point blank in the skull. Any other attempt at her life is... not something anyone wants to try.
She leans down and unclips the keys from the dead body of the biker. Then slowly standing up and makes her way to the door. Her sensors read the bikes and it locks onto the one that is proper. The one that's manufactured for the key.
Her optics lock onto the motorcycle that's proper for the key. She takes her few steps upon the gravel. Only to be met with the sound of guns being cocked behind her. Slowly she turns her head and looks upon a mass of people aiming weapons upon her.
"You're not going anywhere bitch." A single man speaks those words.
Android 18 slowly tilts her head down ever so slightly. As she starts to walk back up the steps. Towards the people aiming guns towards her.
TO BE CONTINUED