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Singularity City, Upper Levels, Taulow Consolidated, July 22nd.
Death is the darnest thing. It can be sudden and out of nowhere, or it can be spotted well ahead and be prepared for. But it's always final, it always arrives at one point or another. Hueng Taolow knew this all to well. He was the head of Taulow Consolidated, one of Thailands biggest companies. He had cut deals with bad people, he had greased the palms of Chinse and American officals to get where he was. He had so much blood on his hands. Yet, as he stood here, overlooking the city, he couldn't help but to feel that it wasn't fair. Why him, why did he have to die. He glanced down to the perfectly blank, white paper in his hand. The White slate had come for him. He had recieved it in the mail 22 hours ago, and been hauled up here ever since.
He had called in every favor, hired talented, ruthless bodyguards. He had done everything he could imagine to save himself. And yet trough out of gunfire and his security systems had begun shutting all doors and entrences . But now it was just silent, and a eirie feeling was settling in the entire building. He took a deep breath, and then the lights died. Hueng went for his gun, stopped as a sharp pain shut up his spine. He tried to speak but only blood bubbled out from his mouth. AS the light suddenly flicked back on. He stared down at the blade potruding from his chest.
It was funny, his company was behind that superthin edge. Monosteel, able to cut almost anything. Strength left him as he collapsed onto his knees. As darkness encroached on him, he cast a glance over his shoulder.
"But you.. are just a kid.." He spoke in disbelief, before the blade pierced trough his heart. And then, Hueng Taolow was no more. The following day, news would report that he had been found dead in his apartment along with his bodyguards. The responding officers described the crime scene as a blood bath, and forencics concluded that all injuries had been from a very sharp blade. The attackers identity was unknown, but the the crumpled up white card found in the former CEO's hand had some dire implications.
Lower - Mid Levels, Jackson 33th Street, "The Kings Quarters" July 23rd
"Shit is starting to go down boss." The large man spoke with a voice of urgency. He was known as Big Marlow, one of the luitenants under King. But the woman infront of him, puffing a cigarr and checking on a crate of what appeared to be guns, looked rather unconcerned, and whne she rose Big Marlow felt like he was dwarfed by the woman somehow. Her Charisma and natural leadership, couples with the way she carried herself, made her seem a indomnitable unwavering presence.
"They are right fuckin here!" A man comes screaming trough the door, his white shirt is caked with wblood and guts. "Jesus fucking christ. IT's the goddamn goon squad!" King seem to ponders omething. Keeping her cool as she stubbs her cigar on a crate. "Who gives a fuck who they are. These are the Kings Quarters." She scoffs and grabs one of the assault rifles from the open crate she had been surveying. The following firefight would go down in history as the Raid on Kings Quarters, and cost 50 civilian casulaties, 34 King Crew and not a single Goon Squad member.
Lower Levels, Lower levels, "The Pit", July 23rd
Spider was more then a little annoyed, this was the third person to seek him for consulation on the Taulow murder this day. Why anyone thought he was in anyway tied to the damn mess was beyond him. He was a powerbroker, a information trader, he had rarely involved himself with the violent aspects of his job for a reason. And Upper Level rich people getting murdered by White Slate assassins was so far above and beyond his paygrade it wasn't even funny. The highest up he dealt with was King, and King scared him. That woman was built like a brickhouse, could snap him in two and possesed more armed thugs then some smaller armies in Africa. In comparison, this detective of the SCPD didn't scare him much.
"Hellooo, I deal with gangs, syndicate thugs and bookers. I Don't have any intel on the blank fucking slate." Akira spat the words at the man. Akira himself was dressed in a much more expensive set of clothes, the young japanese man was dressed in a suit that likely cost half the agents annual salary. The mans eyes were highend cybernetic ones, you could barely tell the difference from real ones, aside from how dead they were. But scanning someone like Akira would be useless becouse the suit akira wore was filled with different curcuits meant to throw off most type of spectrum and scanning equipment. He appeared as a black spot.
"You telling me you heard nothing on this?" The agent answered, voice unwavering and flat. He was part of the Organized Crime unit. He had kicked int the door and his buddy, a female agent from some other organization had wounded akiras bodyguard with two quick bullets to the shoulder and leg. They had been taken entirel unaware Akira mused, and he would have to hire better security.
"Nothing. And trust me, it annoys the fuck out of me. You'd think there would be ripples on the surface, rumors."Akira growled. He hated being left in the dark. He hated not knowing what went down in his own city.
"Right. Akira, you know we tolerate your exsitence only becouse your willingness to provide the SCPD with information. But if I hear that you with held informantion from me, I will personally see to your incarceration" The agent rose and Akira leaned back into the comfy sofa that he more or less refused to leave.
"Noted." He thought for a second and something picked on the back of his mind. "Wait. Frank. I though of something that might be related to the murder." He said and fetched his wrist computer. DNA locked to him, it would be no use if Frank tried to take it from him. Frank of course, being a part of the goverment, had means to bypass this. But pissing of the people Akira was tied to would lead him to a early death.
This better be good" Frank muttered and looked to Spider who now carefully unlocked some rather complicated cryptation on his wrist computer. As he finished, the light of a green hardlight projection lit up the room, flickering and unstable. But it was the blueprints of something, Frank could tell.
"That's..:" Frank leaned in. The green hologram was depicting some sort of armored exoskeleton or android body. Frank felt the eyes of his partner from the Anti-Sentience Task Force stare at it to. He leaned in closely, beedy eyes glaring at it. He recognized it.
"My source tell me it was developed by some small company in Scandinavia." Akira stated flatly. He was no expert, but his source had identified the names tied to the file.
"Try Thailand, the Scandinavian company is a proxy." The Anti-Sentience Agent spoke finally. "Toulong Consolidated has been tied to illegal cybernetics development in our internal investigations for years. But there has never been concrete evidence." The woman, named Joselyn, sat down, holstering her 9 milimeter gun and eyeing Akira suspiciusly.
"My seller snatched if off a corpse in the middle of a firefight. Apperently some really well armed men hit a lab a few days back? This was found on one of the dead attackers." Akira stapled his fingers and slid over a small chip. "Usual prize Detective Frank?" He asked, a impish grin on his lips.
"Yeah." Frank fished out a small envelope. Akira took it, opened it, nodded and put it inside his jacket. "Take care Detective. There are big things going down, and the streets are getting more rowdy every day." The young man shot Frank a look that made the Detective shudder. He never did stand that guy.
As soon as they were out the Door, Akira hit the Vnet hub by his seat. "Get me fucking everyone. I have information on the Hueng Murder. Bidding starts at 100 grand."
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July 25th
It begins begins.
It's a warm, humid morning. The Siege on Kings Quarters have rocked the City as one of the citys most feared women has gone missing and close to 50 civilian casulties have been reported. The gunfight has to share Headlines with the high profile assassination of Hueng, and the continued discussion regarding motives and reprecussions. Trought out the levels, unease is felt. Syndicates are treading carefully in light of the brutal attack on King. A power vacum having appeared that threaten to engulf the entire lower levels in a bloody war should King not return or someone equally powerfull manage to step in.
The fact that Goon Squad is evidently in town has set every single agency and institution on high alert. CIA, INTERPOOL and every spook organization has their agents chasin leads, while trying to avoid one another. And as if it wasn't enough, Detective Frank of the SCPD and Agent Louisa Morrison of the Anti-Sentience Task Force have been making the rounds and found that Illegal progressive AI research and android development might be part of the reason for the murder. And somehow, this has leaked to the public. With anti-AI sentiments running high outside of Singularity city, many worry this will spark something local as well.
So welcome to the Modern day babylon. Its 10:00, the Sun is shining and all you crooks, spooks and snoops have your work cut out for you.
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Death is the darnest thing. It can be sudden and out of nowhere, or it can be spotted well ahead and be prepared for. But it's always final, it always arrives at one point or another. Hueng Taolow knew this all to well. He was the head of Taulow Consolidated, one of Thailands biggest companies. He had cut deals with bad people, he had greased the palms of Chinse and American officals to get where he was. He had so much blood on his hands. Yet, as he stood here, overlooking the city, he couldn't help but to feel that it wasn't fair. Why him, why did he have to die. He glanced down to the perfectly blank, white paper in his hand. The White slate had come for him. He had recieved it in the mail 22 hours ago, and been hauled up here ever since.
He had called in every favor, hired talented, ruthless bodyguards. He had done everything he could imagine to save himself. And yet trough out of gunfire and his security systems had begun shutting all doors and entrences . But now it was just silent, and a eirie feeling was settling in the entire building. He took a deep breath, and then the lights died. Hueng went for his gun, stopped as a sharp pain shut up his spine. He tried to speak but only blood bubbled out from his mouth. AS the light suddenly flicked back on. He stared down at the blade potruding from his chest.
It was funny, his company was behind that superthin edge. Monosteel, able to cut almost anything. Strength left him as he collapsed onto his knees. As darkness encroached on him, he cast a glance over his shoulder.
"But you.. are just a kid.." He spoke in disbelief, before the blade pierced trough his heart. And then, Hueng Taolow was no more. The following day, news would report that he had been found dead in his apartment along with his bodyguards. The responding officers described the crime scene as a blood bath, and forencics concluded that all injuries had been from a very sharp blade. The attackers identity was unknown, but the the crumpled up white card found in the former CEO's hand had some dire implications.
Lower - Mid Levels, Jackson 33th Street, "The Kings Quarters" July 23rd
"Shit is starting to go down boss." The large man spoke with a voice of urgency. He was known as Big Marlow, one of the luitenants under King. But the woman infront of him, puffing a cigarr and checking on a crate of what appeared to be guns, looked rather unconcerned, and whne she rose Big Marlow felt like he was dwarfed by the woman somehow. Her Charisma and natural leadership, couples with the way she carried herself, made her seem a indomnitable unwavering presence.
"They are right fuckin here!" A man comes screaming trough the door, his white shirt is caked with wblood and guts. "Jesus fucking christ. IT's the goddamn goon squad!" King seem to ponders omething. Keeping her cool as she stubbs her cigar on a crate. "Who gives a fuck who they are. These are the Kings Quarters." She scoffs and grabs one of the assault rifles from the open crate she had been surveying. The following firefight would go down in history as the Raid on Kings Quarters, and cost 50 civilian casulaties, 34 King Crew and not a single Goon Squad member.
Lower Levels, Lower levels, "The Pit", July 23rd
Spider was more then a little annoyed, this was the third person to seek him for consulation on the Taulow murder this day. Why anyone thought he was in anyway tied to the damn mess was beyond him. He was a powerbroker, a information trader, he had rarely involved himself with the violent aspects of his job for a reason. And Upper Level rich people getting murdered by White Slate assassins was so far above and beyond his paygrade it wasn't even funny. The highest up he dealt with was King, and King scared him. That woman was built like a brickhouse, could snap him in two and possesed more armed thugs then some smaller armies in Africa. In comparison, this detective of the SCPD didn't scare him much.
"Hellooo, I deal with gangs, syndicate thugs and bookers. I Don't have any intel on the blank fucking slate." Akira spat the words at the man. Akira himself was dressed in a much more expensive set of clothes, the young japanese man was dressed in a suit that likely cost half the agents annual salary. The mans eyes were highend cybernetic ones, you could barely tell the difference from real ones, aside from how dead they were. But scanning someone like Akira would be useless becouse the suit akira wore was filled with different curcuits meant to throw off most type of spectrum and scanning equipment. He appeared as a black spot.
"You telling me you heard nothing on this?" The agent answered, voice unwavering and flat. He was part of the Organized Crime unit. He had kicked int the door and his buddy, a female agent from some other organization had wounded akiras bodyguard with two quick bullets to the shoulder and leg. They had been taken entirel unaware Akira mused, and he would have to hire better security.
"Nothing. And trust me, it annoys the fuck out of me. You'd think there would be ripples on the surface, rumors."Akira growled. He hated being left in the dark. He hated not knowing what went down in his own city.
"Right. Akira, you know we tolerate your exsitence only becouse your willingness to provide the SCPD with information. But if I hear that you with held informantion from me, I will personally see to your incarceration" The agent rose and Akira leaned back into the comfy sofa that he more or less refused to leave.
"Noted." He thought for a second and something picked on the back of his mind. "Wait. Frank. I though of something that might be related to the murder." He said and fetched his wrist computer. DNA locked to him, it would be no use if Frank tried to take it from him. Frank of course, being a part of the goverment, had means to bypass this. But pissing of the people Akira was tied to would lead him to a early death.
This better be good" Frank muttered and looked to Spider who now carefully unlocked some rather complicated cryptation on his wrist computer. As he finished, the light of a green hardlight projection lit up the room, flickering and unstable. But it was the blueprints of something, Frank could tell.
"That's..:" Frank leaned in. The green hologram was depicting some sort of armored exoskeleton or android body. Frank felt the eyes of his partner from the Anti-Sentience Task Force stare at it to. He leaned in closely, beedy eyes glaring at it. He recognized it.
"My source tell me it was developed by some small company in Scandinavia." Akira stated flatly. He was no expert, but his source had identified the names tied to the file.
"Try Thailand, the Scandinavian company is a proxy." The Anti-Sentience Agent spoke finally. "Toulong Consolidated has been tied to illegal cybernetics development in our internal investigations for years. But there has never been concrete evidence." The woman, named Joselyn, sat down, holstering her 9 milimeter gun and eyeing Akira suspiciusly.
"My seller snatched if off a corpse in the middle of a firefight. Apperently some really well armed men hit a lab a few days back? This was found on one of the dead attackers." Akira stapled his fingers and slid over a small chip. "Usual prize Detective Frank?" He asked, a impish grin on his lips.
"Yeah." Frank fished out a small envelope. Akira took it, opened it, nodded and put it inside his jacket. "Take care Detective. There are big things going down, and the streets are getting more rowdy every day." The young man shot Frank a look that made the Detective shudder. He never did stand that guy.
As soon as they were out the Door, Akira hit the Vnet hub by his seat. "Get me fucking everyone. I have information on the Hueng Murder. Bidding starts at 100 grand."
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July 25th
It begins begins.
It's a warm, humid morning. The Siege on Kings Quarters have rocked the City as one of the citys most feared women has gone missing and close to 50 civilian casulties have been reported. The gunfight has to share Headlines with the high profile assassination of Hueng, and the continued discussion regarding motives and reprecussions. Trought out the levels, unease is felt. Syndicates are treading carefully in light of the brutal attack on King. A power vacum having appeared that threaten to engulf the entire lower levels in a bloody war should King not return or someone equally powerfull manage to step in.
The fact that Goon Squad is evidently in town has set every single agency and institution on high alert. CIA, INTERPOOL and every spook organization has their agents chasin leads, while trying to avoid one another. And as if it wasn't enough, Detective Frank of the SCPD and Agent Louisa Morrison of the Anti-Sentience Task Force have been making the rounds and found that Illegal progressive AI research and android development might be part of the reason for the murder. And somehow, this has leaked to the public. With anti-AI sentiments running high outside of Singularity city, many worry this will spark something local as well.
So welcome to the Modern day babylon. Its 10:00, the Sun is shining and all you crooks, spooks and snoops have your work cut out for you.
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Spiders Den; A club on Mid levels. Known meeting spot for middlemen in syndicates and gangs and considered neutral ground by most. High stakes gambling, expensive booze and state of the art V-Hooks attract the Upper middle Class
Kings Quarters; The supposed be impossible to attack HQ of Kings Krew. Now a crime scene. It can be found in the Middle Levels, a giant apartment complex
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Name; Akira "Spider"
Permission; (GM controlled, hit me up for collabs)
Age; 26
Occupation; Information Broker
Located; Spiders Web (Classy Club in Upper-Middle levels.) or the Pit (A fight club in the lower levels)
Akira is what happens when you take a genius level intellect and steer it to hacking and information theft. The young Japanese born man is known as one of the most slippery and difficult to deal with people. He is connected to so many companies, syndicates and gangs he is integral to maintaining the power structure at this point. His past a mystery to most but the 'kid' is respected by all who wants to know anything of importance. -
Name; Frank Hobson
Permission; (GM controlled, hit me up for collabs)
Age; 42
Occupation; SCPD Detective
Located; Usually at SCPD HQ
A grizzlied old vet, transferred from the NYC due to his outstanding arrest record and his by the book investigations. Having worked at the SCPD since its intitial creation, he is second only to the Captain in respect and renown. He has a vast network of snitches, telltales and sources he has cultivated over the years and a repution to be fair man. Sever bosses have forbidden hurting him to bad, fearing what the backlash would be if they killed him. Or worse, what frank would manage to do them if they failed to kill him
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