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Riddle
27-08-12, 22:10
The sun was rising over the desolate wastelands. Maybe today was the day............

As he moved through the ruins, he made use of every available piece of cover, even though with silent mode initiated and stealth at 100% efficiency, he presented no physical target at all.......all but invisible, but as the last survivor he could not forget those he had seen fall before him.

Each as confident that they had finally got their man, for them only to be robbed at the last second of their victory......and their life.....by that elusive runner, they had all so gravely underestimated.


Out here, this deep into the zone, genrep tech was not an option. If you died, that was it, real death......a sobering thought and a prospect not relished, but oddly exciting all the same. For he had died countless times on these types of missions, each time learning by his mistakes.

This time it was different, his senses were heightened, his reflexes ungodly............. for death was the ultimate motivator.


He had tracked their prey for the past six months, the original team assigned the task had been whittled down to all but one...him.....and he who they hunted was the prey??
Each team member being picked off over the past months, with the deadliest accuracy, in the beginning they repped out,to return to the hunt......in the end they did not rep, they died.......but now he was truly the last.... the sole guardian of the knowledge and task assigned.


Returning without the kill was not an option, so he searched now alone, deeper into territory unknown in pursuit of this man.....or machine? He had no personal grudge...... this was business.


He scoped the area looking for a sign, but with that storm last night, signs were few to read, it was then...... he saw it.


A shimmer, faint glimmer in the sand that caught his eye and he moved to focus, honed his rifle, positive metallic readings, he was close. Payday?


He scouted the area, slowly circling on the item, over the hours that passed, stopping periodically to check his stams and positioning. He could not rush this, he could not die.

The moment eventually came, he paused for breath, reaching down and pulling the item from the sand. He lifted it to eye level as he examined the find.....


It was a silencer mod for a long range rifle, now why the fuck would he leave that h..??....... He looked up as the sun caught his eyes, the source beaming through a crack in the damaged window of a once proud house, the mod shimmered in the light.......he drew a short sharp breath as he realised, he had made his final mistake.






The blood ran from his ear, as the high velocity round left with a flash from the muzzle of his oddly named "silent" hunter,now it had no silencer. It wasn't often he felt pleasure and pain at the same time.


The final piece...his identity secure again...it was time to return.


He laid down his faithful companion, checked his stams, he was out. Sleep, how long had it been? He drifted and was gone......




.....as the blast doors opened, he took his first breath of that familiar stale air of the city, funny what you miss. He waved off his ride from Tech Haven, Brammers would be in touch for payment, Phoenix operated an alternative transport system for those wishing to avoid the attention of the storm bot checkpoints, for a price. Although he wasn't worried, creds were not an issue to a man of his means.


The run back was fast and clean, for many years he ran the streets as a child, he knew all the alleyways, all the pitfalls of this city which would chew you up and spit you out if ill-prepared.


He entered the apartment, called for the lights and took his seat behind his antique desk. He was finally home....he flicked the switch to the neon sign...time for business.




" OGANS EM ORIUM" sparked into life.




Must get that fixed he thought to himself.......