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Scrap.Inc Office
The woman on the screen was attractive, in the way so many TV personalities were. Touched up face, pleasant smile and iris coloring to catch the eye. Jung was one of the many faces of Channel 141. Currently, she was standing outside the UNE headquarters in Lower Manhattan. The shiny skyscrapers stretched towards the skies like modern day towers of babylon all around her, but none of them reaches as far skywards like those of Singularity city. There was still some reasonable people in New York, singularity city on the other hand, have long lost itself to ambitions of godhood. As the reporter spoke, Clemens woke with a start.
"For the first time since the Martian War of Independence, A martian leader will meet with Earth's Ruling Council on Terran Soil." Her voice rang crystal clear through the speakers of the Ultri-HD tv set but Clemens wasn't sure he had heard right. He leaned in closer, as if not truly believing what was unfolding.
"It is believed they will Discuss the future of the Singularity Program. Due to an increased anti-enhancement sentiment among Earths more brash populists, some politicians seem hesitant to continue committing to the mutual project. It is no secret that the earthside funding has dwindled the past five years." She spoke into the screen. Here eyes flickered to the left suddenly and widened. There was a loud screeching noise as a car barreled past her. Clemens eyes widened as he saw the way part of car was torn up. There was the sound of gunfire and the reporter ran together with the cameraman to somewhere safer. He watched, fascinated as she kept up her reporting.
"It appears the security checkpoint meant to keep this street clear for all but press nad security, was just hit by a remotely guided explosive." She looked over a corner and the camera drone followed her, it showed four men, armored but clearly human, advance against the checkpoint. However, armored as they were, two of them went down as heavy anti-armor rounds exploded their home made power armor. The remaining two answered with bursts of heavy duty small arms fire before they two went down, turning into pink mist as a UNE gun drown let its mingun loose.
"We have confirmation that the attackers are part of the more militant anti-modification groups called "Preservers of Humanity"" She said, her voice low. "We have been ordered to stay put as they look for any co-conspirator or traps."
"Holy shit." Clemens muttered fished out one of his cigars biting off the end of it while also shutting of the TV. "Are all fucking Naturalists Insane?" He spat out the end and took it to his mouth. Lighting it he moved over the fridge, he blew out a thick cloud of smoke before opening the door and fishing out a bear before heading downstairs to the office. The office looked like it always did, cluttered and messy. A massive oaken desk stood by the far end, opposite to the door. A door led to the office of their owner and lawyer Jacob Weiss did his paper magic to keep them out of jail. Today however, Weiss sat at his desk. Reading his reporters.
"Oi. What the fock? Those are my papers." Clemens protested. "And my chair."
"Well. If you had not taken a nap in the middle of the damn day like some old decrepid husk of a man." Jacob said, raising a eyebrow. Despite his german sounding name, Jacob was a man of dark skin and not a drop of european blood in him. His mother was a Nigerian salesrep from one of the Nigerian startups that been bankrolled by chinese money. His father was a Martian spacer who died on board the very ship Clemens had helped wrestle back from ADAM control. Clemens had never met the man, as the ship had a good 1000 crew at the time of ADAMs A.I hijack and Clemens was just part of what was being transported.
"Oi. Ok. First of, fock you. Second. Fock you." Clemens growled at the handsome lawyer. Jacob pointed to a chair.
"Sit. We are about to have company." He said, his voice calm and buisness like. A sure sign a lot of money was about to walk inside the office. Clemens stashed his beer away in one of the drawers and sat heavily onto the chair appointed him. He looked to the door, as if daring it to open. It defied his stare as it slid open. A man in the most expensively cut suit Clemens had ever seen walked in. Flanking at either side, was two brutes wearing some fancy looking clothes. Clemens eye confirmed their suits was nanoweave. Super expensive stuff that most didn't bother with because you could buy a hundred ballistic vests for the same prize. He threw a sideway glance at his business partner when he realized the youth was no other then "Micheal Ortiz. One of the city's wealthiest men and major shareholder in ZEUS and ARES."
"Have a seat Mr Ortiz" Weiss said, stapling his fingers. "This is SCRAP.INCs own Chief of Operations: Clemens Bartholomew Baychester"
"The fifth." Clemens added and Jacob rolled his eyes.
"The fifth? I thought you were a spacer, not a oldie from earth"
"I am. And I am also the Fifth. Now. How can we help you gentlemen."
"We need something retrieved."
"You do realize." Jacob started. "By coming here, you are legalizing the possible murder of a person." it was the basic spiel. "In approaching us, you are stepping into the legal gray area of material repossession." He continued, putting Clemens reports to the side and pulling up a computer terminal
"I do. You know who I am. You think I do this without research."
"No. But I think a rich person like you are so used to the boardroom politics and powerplays of companies you do not fully appreciate the weight of your own decisions have on the world around you. By asking us, Scrap.Inc to take someone down. You are putting out a hit on a for all intents and purposes, living person. We do not take them alive. We get the job done by any means we can get away with."
"I.." He hesitated, Looking to Jacob then back at Clemens. "I know that Mr Baychester. Let me assure you, the target is not some simple petty criminal or such. Mr Jacob, if I may?"
Jacob nodded. "Please."
Mr. Ortiz produced a holocreeen and enlarged it so they could all clearly see. A man, seemingly of slavic oriign, stared back at them.
"This is Kurt Szvarobel. Martian Cyber Combat Unit 1."
"That so?" Clemens almost dropped his cigarr. "Unit One. You better be sure?"
"Mr Baychester. Unit One were there when we Shut ADAM down for good, thety."
"You do realize they are supposed to all have died when ADAMS reactor went nuclear."
"Mr Szvarabel seems to have survived. Since the war ended, he and several unidentified agents have struck ARES factories, labs and facilities on both planets. As well as a number of other companies."
"Sounds like trouble. But how come this isn't more widely known. A man like this should be on everyone's list. Why didn't he come forward after. He'd be a war hero."
"Why didn't he come back, your guess as good as mine. All of Unit One were unenhanced, They didn't even bring electronics i to ADAMs central compound. Nothing to ping them on the sensors. It should have been impossible." Ortiz spoke, his tone silent. "Up untill one month ago. He was believed KIA by all agencies and actors of the war. Mr Barthalomew, this man managed to operate unknown and unseen, even though we have been actively hunting the tech he stole for almost 30 years."
"So how did he show up on your radar?" Jacob leaned back in his chair. By the look on his face, Clemens could tell the man was already trying to figure out how much they could bleed Mr.Ortiz for.
"Because one of his mercs was iced during a botched job against a Zeus affiliated facility. The mercs internal memory was intact due to a failure in the erasure mechanism. Pure. Dumb. Luck." Ortiz spoke with a sigh. "And It appears he is no longer a natural as it were. We can only assume his survival wasn't without serious damage on his body. It seems he has been slowly been rebuilding what was lost using military grade technology. A lot of it ours. A lot of it sensitive."
Clemens saw his opening to step into the conversation proper. "What technology are we talking about here."
"That is very sensitive" Ortiz started but Clemens stopped him.
"I am sure it is. But if you send us in against a guy who have cutting edge mili-tech you know off, without telling us. You better believe I will keep that tech as way to paythe damages your incompetence have cost me. Understand me?"
"..I Well yes. But surely."
"Surely nothing boyo. Let us cut the bullshit for a second. My lads and lasses has been doing this for a while. And this outfit is the best there is at what we do. If you plan to send us in blind, it will cost you more then it is worth. Trust me."
Ortiz grew silent. Then his temper flared up, suddenly and violently. "I understand you. You think I step into a dump like this willingly? I looked over your 'lads and lasses.'" He said, his tone wavering from cold and smug to angry and wavering at this nobodies treatment of him.
"Default has clear traces of patented tech he should not be wearing. But his history is a mystery to us, which should be a major red flag for you all. And, well we know Bottles is washed up reject from the same idiots who created ADAM." He paused at the way Clemens eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Don't look so surprised, I have made thorough backgrounds checks. Ms Lau has ties with Triads, Kings Krew and a dozen fixers and underground street racers. And well. Gallows is a goddamn Goon." Ortiz went back to looking smug as he continued. "On your team you also have a decorated SCPD and T.A.C.U officer who decided to go apestit on a triad and dragging him in broad daylight to the station. A man whose career in T.A.C.U is punctuated by near pathological expression of violence towards all things Android. Your own nephew has former ties to various Martian extremists."
"You hold on now. Gallows is a good man, and sure, Jude is an asshole but he is a loyal asshole. And you better keep my nephews name out of your goddamn mouth." Clemens started but Ortiz continued.
"Felipe "El Torro" Novarro." There was a pause as he said it. "Former Los Locos." There was nothing more needed to be said so Ortiz moved on. "Kaitlyn Watson. Former Kings Crew. Young, impulsive, violent. You have more loose cannons on your team then you can steer in the right direction. You got two dirty cops on your unit as well. Mr Connor and Myles Powers. The only one who seem to remotely recommendable aside yourself Mr.Baychester is Mr Vage. I know who his parents are and their company has always been ARES good books. What he is doing with such an outfit as SCRAP.INC is beyond me. He smiled at Clemens, having finished berating him.
"Here is how this goes down." Clemens voice was hard as steel. "My Lads and Lasses are worth ten of TACOS bumbling idiots. And atleast twenty of your ARES thugs. So you are going to tell us what we are up against. Or you are going to let us sell your secrets to the highest bidder. YOu didn't come here first thing, you are desperate. He has something you can't trust TACO to keep clear or silent about."
Ortiz stared at the redfaced Clemens as his hired muscle went for their guns as casually as they could manage.
"That is cute gentlemen. But know that this desk has a 50cal gunemplacement wired to it. The second I press the button, you are all dead. Now, hands away from your guns and lets discuss this properly." Jacob said in a soft tone, almost friendly. Almost.
Ortiz shot his goons a look of angry disgust. He clearly did not approve of their attempt at being intimidating. "Fine. We believe he has installed three different systems that weren't even ready for closed market."
"High-Function Prototypes thne" Jacob said. "Go on."
"The First is a flexible nano shield. You are aware how nanites are only really good for temporary, timed tasks. Such as nanite swarmer missiles and superficially strengthening muscle and organic material. Nanoweaves and the like. You also know they break down rather quickly."
"Yes" Jacob glanced at Clemens.
"Well this tech provides its user a flexible reactionary shield. The moment hit by anything, the energy of that impact is dispersed in its entirely and used by the nannites to strengthen the field further. They draw power and store energy, particularly that of kinetic energy"
"An invisible, reactive, superadvanced piece of armor." Clemens swore. "See, If we had gone up against that unknowingly, we'd die." He growled. "What else have you lost tho this man."
"A portable railgun prototype, it's lighter than anything we have on the market. Capable to be… Mounted inside an cybernetic arm. The range is limited compared to a normal, larger railgun. But you know."
"IT is still a goddamn railgun. Yeah. What's the last" Clemens said. He was at full attention now.
"A portable implosion core. Stolen from ZEUS. It is a stable prototype, about the size of a fist. But if it were to… Go critical."
There was an audible silence as they all let that sink in.
"Hold on here just one minute.." Clemens began, his face red as a tomato. Jacob waved him into silence.When Jacob spoke, his voice was cold and his rage barely contained.
"You lost the equivalent to a nuke. To a possible terrorist. Let me guess. He needs it as a power source to the railgun arm and nanoshield." Jacob made a few adjustments to his calculations. Ortiz was quiet.
"Six million Martian RMB. Non-negotiable, We also claim full salvage rights to all non-specified technology. Out of these Six million, 3 are earmarked as deductible for whatever damage our pursuit of the target may cause. Two are not to be counted towards this by any means." As he spoke, he sent the draft over to Ortiz.
"Six Million MRMB. That is a lot of money." Ortiz mumbled. It was true. MRMB was the strongest currency in the world. Martian Renminbi was the result of heavy chinese colonization. ANd when the planet went independant, that was the currency they stuck with. After the war and the Martian economic boom. MRMB had become the currency of choice in most places.
"It should be less then ten percent of what those prototypes are worth to you I imagine." Jacob said, not wavering from his point in the slightest.
"We accept." Ortiz said with a sigh. The two men shook hands before Ortiz turned to Clemens.
"Why, Pray tell, do you have a Android head mounted on your wall." Clemens grinned a the question. The head swiveled suddenly and squaked out a mechanical laugh.
"Because Someone have to keep an eye of the office you idiot." The head snapped. Ortiz blinked, then frowned and turned back towards Cemens. Clemens simply motioned towards the door.
"We will get your stuff back. Now get out of my office, I have calls to make." The man said, his mind now on a very urgent, well payed mission.
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When the men had left, Clemens hit a button on the desks underside. The signal would register across all his teams personal electronic assistant or ping their V-Net uplinks. He spoke calmly.
"Every Scrapper. Meet at the main office in two hours. We got a priority Red assignment, all boots on the ground necessary" He sat back and stared at the ceiling. "Six Million…" He took a swig of the cheap bear and put his feet on the desk while Jacob went to make a few inquiries with his own contacts.
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