A/N: Still need a name for Agent York's vigilante alias, but I figured I could go ahead and complete this next section. I hope you enjoy, but until I get some names, I will not be able to post the next chapter. Thanks.
Chapter 3: Money
City of Vale
York
Walking through the streets, Agent York looked around the city. Delta adding a couple comments here and there, like. "Interesting, these lampposts are holographic."
"Agent York." Delta spoke as the freelancer rounded a corner. "I have noticed a slight problem…"
York sighed. "Go ahead, D."
"I know we have funds, but it seems this world has a different monetary system, called lien."
York hummed. "Perhaps we should go classic double-life style. I'll take a job somewhere, so we can get the necessary type of money we need."
"But, what shall you call yourself? An alias, or your true name?" the AI asked.
"An alias for now. What can you come up with?"
"I'll come up with a list for you to decide. Perhaps you should start looking for a job." Delta told him.
York nodded. "I'll get right on that, but first, I should probably change out of this thing…"
"And just where do you plan on getting clothes?"
"I have my ways." York stated, looking to a closed clothing store with only a simple lock on the door. As York approached, he drew out his lock picking kit from his pocket, then stepped up to the door, working quickly. "Delta, make sure no one is alerted. And make sure there isn't an alarm or anything."
"Scanning for onlookers. There is not any security system installed, as far as I can tell."
York hummed to himself as he worked, then, with a final resounding click, he opened the door with a sweep of his hand.
"Voila" York spoke, then stepped inside and quickly shut the door. "We'll change out of the armor as soon as I can find a place to put it."
"I've been working on a schematic to remove the armor into a more compact form. Perhaps with these weapon blueprints, I can make the final touches." Delta said, a few files of York's armor popping up on his visor.
"Okay, D. I'll leave you to it. I'll grab some clothes and we'll head out."
"Affirmative, Agent York."
After a few seconds, York's eyes widened. "Uh, D?"
"Yes, Agent York?" The AI asked.
York rubbed his hands together, then pulled off his helmet before scratching his head. "This may seem a bit strange, but it's been so long since I've been out of the suit."
"What is it, Agent York?"
"Do you know what my size is?"
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York stepped out into the alley through the back door of the shop, clothes stored in a large black-and-grey backpack. He was whistling a tune as he walked out, satisfied he had the right kind of clothes.
"Agent York, there is an altercation nearby. Sensors are picking up four life forms in the alley across the street, one with high levels of fear."
York looked to the adjacent alley and spotted the problem, a teenage girl being harassed by three young men. The girl had hair that was one half colored pink white a splash of white, the other was a more natural brown, and her clothes seemed to match her style, including a white jacket with a pink interior, brown pants, and gray boots with very high heels. Under her jacket was a black corset, and in her hand was a parasol, tip against the ground as if she were using it for a walking stick.
"Anything else you can tell me?"
"X-ray's show one man has a knife, two have small pistols."
York sighed and began his walk over to the group, "What does the gun turn into?"
"As far as I can tell, nothing." Delta answered. "It's a simple revolver and a semi-auto."
As he neared, York's hearing sensors picked up their conversation.
"Listen, pretty girl, all were asking is that you let us sow you a good time." One thug's voice said smoothly.
The girl simply shook her head with a smirk, which seemed to infuriate the possibly intoxicated males. York crossed the street quickly, then hugged the corner of the alley, out of sight for now.
"I don't think you understand, girlie. You don't have much of a choice." Another said.
"He's currently brandishing his weapon." Delta stated. "I suggest moving in now."
York took a breath, then stepped around the corner. "I think the lady doesn't want to go with you nice boys. How about you scram?"
"Who the heck are you, her boyfriend?"
York held up his hands. "Never seen her before in my life, actually, but I've seen people in the same position as you four before. Figured I'd step in."
The girl gave him a droll stare as the apparent leader smirked. "I don't know who you are, but I bet you think you're so high and mighty in that armor of yours. Bet we could take you." He looked to the other two men. "Let's get him, boys."
York shrugged. "Suit yourself."
In a flash, he sent a right hook into the approaching man's jaw, sending him to the ground, then deflected the next goon's punch and head-butted him.
"York, bullet, dodge to the left." Delta advised. York followed the advice, barely and literally dodging a bullet, then looked to the leader, the one who had fired, and scissor-kicked the revolver out of the man's hand, then turning to send a jab into the knife-wielding thug's kidney as the man attempted to rise to his knees. The man fell back onto the ground with a cry, and York donkey-kicked the leader in the stomach, sending the thug into the air.
After regaining his footing, York stepped over to the fallen leader and kicked his face, breaking the man's nose and knocking him unconscious.
A shot rang out and York saw his energy shields flare, and he turned to see the girl knock out the final crony with a strike to the head with her parasol.
York looked to the three incapacitated thugs and smiled. "That was quite the warm-up."
The girl smirked, and York noticed her eyes, one brown and one pink, then she blinked and they switched colors. "You okay?" York asked the girl. She nodded, then pointed a finger at him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. So, what's your name?"
The petite female held her throat, then zipped her lips. Then, she began to draw in the air.
"She seems to be mute." Delta said, not peaking trough the exterior speakers so only York could hear. The Freelancer's visor highlighted where she drew, spelling the name "Neo?"
The girl nodded with a smile, then curtsied.
"Quick, D, what's my name?"
"I haven't completed the list yet, but here are a few."
York quickly scanned the list and decided on a name. "Names Cole, Cole Grey. Friends call me York."
Delta sighed. "What's the point of creating an alias if you are just going to use your regular nickname?"
"Just roll with it." York hissed after deactivating his speakers. He switched them back on to speak with Neo once more. "Hey, I'm new in town, looking for a job, know any places that are hiring?"
Neo smiled and nodded, then signaled with a finger aimed at him, then two fingers suggesting walking, then a thumb aimed at her.
"You want me to follow you?" York asked. The colorful character nodded, then started walking. York waited for a second, then shrugged. "Why not?"
A/N: And so York's life in Remnant begins. So, just before I posted this, we hit 343 views. This is significant due to my username, Pheonixgrey343. So, to all you lovely people out there, please leave a review. I still need an amazing vigilante name!
