3 HOURS EARLIER THAN THE EVENTS OF CHAPTER ONE
Shilo Wallace trudged through the underground holes and alcoves of Sanitarium's "Streetrat Shanty", as many of the higher class had come to call it. Through the blue tinged glass of her Repo mask, she could see several men running in the opposite direction from her. There was no question why. Even after the Opera last year, when it was demonstarted that the all-powerful, inescapeable Repo Man could be brought down, it didn't lessen the fear a leather covered giant could inspire.
What had the Reposession form said?
Oh, yes. She remembered now. Patrick...Summers. That was his name.
Patrick happened to be the one farthest away from the crowd. Shilo's job would be that much easier.
"PATRICK SUMMERS, THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO PAY YOUR MONTHLY SUM OR SUBMIT TO REPOSESSION." This new voice didn't suit her. Through an enunciator, laser-stitched into her helmet, her voice became as deep as the Dark Lord's in that old space movie she'd watched, long, long, ago. Patrick turned around, his dirt stained face contorted in absolute fear. He pulled out several coins of low and moderate monetary value. It was enough to satisfy GeneCo.'s needs.
"This is all I got! Really! Now leave me the fuck alone!"
Shilo's eyebrows furrowed beneath her mask. She was the Repo Man! No one talked to her like this!
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR TONE."
She buried her hand deep into the man's stomach, locking it onto his kidney. Patrick howled, his eyes popping, his nose bleeding. She pulled. The sickening rip of his kidney coming loose still made her want to throw up.
"GENECO. THANKS YOU FOR TOUR SERVICE."
The man collapsed, the blood flowing from his limp form and staining her boots. The sound of shoes in cobblestones directed her attention to the bridge above her and behind her. It was her boss, GeneCo.'s current owner.
"You're supposed to kill them when they can't pay."
"HE COULDN'T. TRUST ME."
"Sure, kid. I saw the whole thing. He had enough."
A sudden, fiery rage filled her. He was just some peddler, only a king because the crown had no heir! She might as well repossess his organs. She was sure he'd forgotten a few payments.
The knife left her hand in an instant, but Adam caught it in his hand almost immediately after Shilo had thrown it. He threw it to the ground as he hand chopped her head, kneed her in the stomach, and threw her down.
" Bitch. Your just as much a monster as the last Repo Man."
When her vision stopped swimming, Adam was gone.
He had been right.
She was just like the last Repo Man.
Just like dad.
