(The Heights)
Soren and Anne arrived and sat at the table.
Anne nodded as she saw Don Stracci's children.
"Hello," Soren said as he sat down and looked at the lavishly decorated room.
Anne looked around. "Hey, where's Lily and Marita?"
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(Patrick's Neighborhood)
Outside a very posh looking gated community, a Ford 2031 Econoline van with the livery of a plumbing company drove up to the guard house. The guard at the front waved them through.
Inside the van were four men – a Purifier strike team. They were clad in dark blue and had pistols tucked into hip holsters.
Their mission wasn't to assassinate Patrick or destroy his property. They were going to give him a little scare.
The electric van's motor spooled down as the driver stopped. "All right, y'all know what to do!"
The men inside pulled down their balaclavas and donned gloves. They muscled out a large box with a laser carved metal note at the top – and the broken gear emblem.
They made their way to the front door of the house. One of the men, a equine of undetermined breed, got a cylindrical tube ready. Another one of the men used a small magnetic accelerator to shoot large ball bearings through every window.
"Go! Go!" the equine hissed as soon as he yanked the pull-ring and tossed the tube through one of the broken windows. The tube in question was a stolen military training grenade, designed to replicate the flash and thunder of an actual grenade but without the risk of starting fires or throwing shrapnel around.
The men scrambled into the van and drove off.
"Well, let's hope that silicon slut gets the message," one of the Purifiers said, pulling off her balaclava to reveal a surprisingly attractive Golden Retriever bitch. She ran a gloves hand through her golden headfur.
"He's probably too busy gettin' freaky with one of those chipheads!" another Purifier cracked.
The van was filled with raucous laughter as they drove off into the darkened elevated highway that led to this exclusive development. A distant
bang was heard as the training grenade went off.
When Patrick would wake up, he would find a file box containing forty pounds of metal scrap, a plastic bag with small bit of C-4 and a blasting cap and this laser-cut metal note:
To Patrick Anderson,
You have sold your fellow Baselines out to the technological abominations known as "Augments". The explosion you heard was the grenade simulant we tossed through your window.
As you can see, the box in front of you is filled with forty pounds of metal scrap. This your first and only warning:
Cease prostituting yourself to these hybrid abominations or else the next delivery you recieve from us will be C-4.
[cracked gear emblem]
(OOC - silicon slut = term for someone who supports Augments, manufactures augmentations or works with augmentations. It is a
highly insulting term and using it is likely to result in violence.)
(OOC - chiphead = term for Augment. It's not as offensive as Gleamer but it's still not a socially acceptable way to refer to an Augment.)
(OOC - [] in quotes is a picture description.)
