*Another thanks to Achilles*
A bizzare mix of punkers, zoners, cromags, and others crowd the street from
 sidewalk to sidewalk. Holo-signs and neon bathe the crowd in a flickering
 light; faces move by you like meat under fast-food heatlamps. Groups accrete
 and dissolve as biz ripples through the masses; gunshots ring out, and
 screams go unheeded.  Lengthening shadows eclipse the parade of vatgrown
 faces as the sun sets.
You can cross north, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west.
  Sound and light spills from a bar to the south.  A concrete ramp leads down
 into a parking garage under the Syndrome.
It is now winter.
Cold, blinding drops of grey rain are coming down.
Nobody is sitting on GE NeoClass-MagNET IV.  
Drone 56a (NCPD) is a monolithic juggernaut.
You attempt to disarm Drone 56a with a kick at his H&K MP-19, but he leaps
 back just in time.
You artfully kick Drone 56a's H&K MP-19 out of his hand!  It clatters to the
 ground.
Tara, holding a credstick and a small pistol, emerges from the bar to the
 south.
You sheath your katana.
You take the H&K MP-19.
Tara heads west into the intersection.
You grin at Drone 56a.
Doyle levels his Remington Roomsweeper at Drone_56a.
Drone 56a snaps a kick at your hand, knocking your H&K MP-19 to the ground!
Doyle points the business end of his Remington Roomsweeper at Drone 56a and
 pulls the trigger.
You take the H&K MP-19.
Storm emerges from the bar to the south.
Drone 56a drops his guard and backs off from the battle.
Lyle, holding a credstick, emerges from the bar to the south.
Drone 56a attempts a disarming kick at your H&K MP-19, but you leap back to
 avoid it!
Doyle's Remington Roomsweeper shot rips through Drone 56a's right thigh,
 blood gushing from the wound!
Drone 56a snaps a kick at your hand, knocking your H&K MP-19 to the ground!
[-] Write: 'Can I trust you to hold it?' sent to user Storm.
Dash emerges from the bar to the south.
Storm raises an eyebrow.
Drone 56a 1
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Remington Roomsweeper
 blast.
Lyle unzips his slit.
You attempt to disarm Drone 56a with a kick at his H&K MP-19, but he leaps
 back just in time.
Drone 56a points the business end of his H&K MP-19 at Doyle and pulls the
 trigger.
You artfully kick Drone 56a's H&K MP-19 out of his hand!  It clatters to the
 ground.
Lyle taps his neck.
Dash ducks south into the bar.
You pull your katana from its sheath.
Drone 56a's powerful razorclaws shred into Doyle's chest flesh, flaying
 Doyle open!
Lyle levels his SIG Sauer P-10 at Doyle.
Storm ducks south into the bar.
Achilles [to Lyle]: touche?
Achilles rushes at Lyle, brandishing his katana!
Lyle [to Achilles]: You know i dont want to fight you Achilles
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Remington Roomsweeper
 blast.
Lyle attempts a disarming kick at your katana, but you leap back to avoid it!
Achilles [to Lyle]: I'm afraid thats not an option.
Achilles [to Lyle]: However I promise not to kill you.
Drone 56a's powerful razorclaws shred into Doyle's chest flesh, flaying
 Doyle open!
Lyle [to Achilles]: So be it.
Drone 56a snaps a blinding kick at Doyle, knocking his Remington Roomsweeper
 to the ground before he can react!
Drone 56a dodges Doyle's fists attack.
You attempt to disarm Drone 56a with a kick at his Remington Roomsweeper, but
 he leaps back just in time.
Storm emerges from the bar to the south.
Lyle [to Achilles]: And i the same for you
You attempt to disarm Drone 56a with a kick at his Remington Roomsweeper, but
 he leaps back just in time.
You snap your fingers, disappointed.
You say, "curses and cretins."
Doyle unzips his Right Shoulder Holster.
Doyle reaches into his Right Shoulder Holster and pulls out a Glock 9mm.
You artfully kick Drone 56a's Remington Roomsweeper out of his hand!  It
 clatters to the ground.
Storm says, "um.. that fellow stole your H&K and ran away"
Drone 56a ducks for cover as Doyle fires a shot from his Glock 9mm.
Doyle plugs a short length of cable on the Glock 9mm into the interface socket
 on his wrist.
You say, "Well that was fruitful."
You ask, "Achilles, take 2?"
Storm says, "I couldn't catch the little thief"
Doyle nimblely dodges away from Drone 56a's Remington Roomsweeper
 blast.
You artfully kick Drone 56a's Remington Roomsweeper out of his hand!  It
 clatters to the ground.
Drone 56a ducks for cover as Doyle fires a shot from his Glock 9mm.
Storm eyes his surroundings cautiously.
You take the Remington Roomsweeper.
Storm asks, "what are you people doing?"
Drone 56a snaps a blinding kick at Doyle, knocking his Glock 9mm to the ground
 before he can react!
Drone 56a [to Achilles]: that is really cute fucknut.
Storm . o O ( jeez.. these are the law keepers and they're fighting )
You hand the Remington Roomsweeper to Storm the Terrible.
Drone 56a snaps a weak kick in Doyle's direction, but doesn't even come close.
Drone 56a snaps a blinding kick at Doyle, knocking his Glock 9mm to the ground
 before he can react!
Storm blinks confusedly.
Drone 56a ducks for cover as Doyle fires a shot from his Glock 9mm.
Drone 56a drops his guard and backs off from the battle.
Achilles ducks for cover as Lyle fires a shot from his SIG Sauer
 P-10.
Achilles [to Storm]: Hold onto that for Doyle would you?
Drone 56a stalks toward Doyle, his razorclaws flashing wickedly.
Doyle is holding a Glock 9mm ready for action.
He staggers from many gaping wounds.
Doyle is holding a Glock 9mm ready for action.
He staggers from many gaping wounds.
Achilles nimblely dodges away from Lyle's SIG Sauer P-10 blast.
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds.
[-] *Adriana*  uh I hate to intrupt but if you kill Lyle canna
[-]  I um have your pants  *laugh*  ooc I thought you weren't
[-]  going to kill him without a reason
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Glock 9mm blast.
[-] Write: 'I'm not going to kill him, really.' sent to user
[-]  Adriana.
Achilles nimblely dodges away from Lyle's SIG Sauer P-10 blast.
Storm backs away from the battle.
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds.
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Glock 9mm blast.
Achilles nimblely dodges away from Lyle's SIG Sauer P-10 blast.
[-] *Adriana*  Damn and I was hoping to own your pants too.
[-]  *giggle* Oh well I'll live.
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Glock 9mm blast.
Achilles slashes across Lyle's groin.
Lyle's wounds begin gushing blood.
Achilles ducks for cover as Lyle fires a shot from his SIG Sauer
 P-10.
Lyle says, "Welp, we're gonna run out of ammo..and the only two fightin...ACK"
Achilles [to Lyle]: thats painful.
Lyle drops his guard and backs off from the battle.
Lyle flees for his life!
You drop your guard and back off from the battle.
Lyle says, "Oh jesus...."
Lyle shouts, "OH SWEET AND BABY JESUS!"
Lyle glances both ways and heads north across the street, dodging traffic.
Achilles rushes at Drone 56a, brandishing his katana!
Drone 56a ducks for cover as Doyle fires a shot from his Glock 9mm.
Achilles [to Drone 56a]: booga booga.
Drone 56a reaches into his Back Scabbard and pulls out a katana.
Storm glances both ways and heads north across the street, dodging traffic.
Doyle exclaims, "Hold still!"
Doyle dodges as Drone 56a's katana arcs through the air.
Doyle grins mischievously.
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Glock 9mm blast.
Drone 56a throws a katana at you.
[-] *Lyle*  GOD DAMNIT! WHY'S IT ALWAYS THE GROIN
Drone 56a's powerful razorclaws shred into Doyle's chest flesh, flaying
 Doyle open!
You dodge the katana.  It sails past you and arcs to the ground.
Achilles rushes at Drone 56a, brandishing his katana!
Drone 56a sheaths his katana with a soft swish.
You say, "thanks for the spare."
Epsilon emerges from the bar to the south.
[-] *Niamh*  Be careful, please.
Drone 56a [to Achilles]: well, it was yours...
Achilles [to Drone 56a]: Cute, really.
Drone 56a nimblely dodges away from Doyle's Glock 9mm blast.
Epsilon heads northwest into the intersection.
Drone 56a waves to Doyle.
Doyle is holding a Glock 9mm ready for action.
He is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes.
Drone 56a ducks under Achilles's katana.
[-] *Lyle*  WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE GOD DAMN GROIN!?!?!
[-] *Lyle*  My groin has taken more hell than you'd WANT to
[-]  imagine
Doyle skilfully dodges under Drone 56a's razorclaws.
[-] Write: 'Some god up there doesn't want you to have kids, by
[-]  the way you didn't have to run, next time I'd heal you.
[-]  *chuckle*' sent to user Lyle.
Drone 56a exclaims, "damn!"
Doyle exclaims, "Wow!"
Lyle arrives from east up the street.
Drone 56a ducks under Achilles's katana.
[-] *Lyle*  I must keep on going at doyle you know
You hear the sound of horns honking, and turn north to see yotoko chisai
 arriving from the other side of the street.
You say, "Oh bah."
Lyle levels his SIG Sauer P-10 at Doyle.
Lyle points the business end of his SIG Sauer P-10 at Doyle and pulls the
 trigger.
Doyle leaps aside as Drone 56a swipes fiercely with his razorclaws!
Achilles slices through Drone 56a's abdomen, severing flesh and bone!
yotoko chisai says, "sheet"
yotoko chisai ducks south into the bar.
Lyle shouts, "FAIR FIGHT FAIR FIGHT!"
Drone 56a snaps a kick at your hand, knocking your katana to the ground!
Achilles [to Drone 56a]: that must sting quite a bit.
Lyle gives ach a hopeless shrug.
You take the katana.
Drone 56a attempts a disarming kick at your katana, but you leap back to avoid
 it!
Achilles slices through Drone 56a's right forearm, severing flesh and
 bone!
Drone 56a slumps to the ground unconscious.
Sin, holding a credstick, emerges from the bar to the south.
[-] *Adriana*  hey btw can I um borrow the tub thingy?/
Lyle . o O ( Oh Fuck. )
You continue your violent assault on Drone_56a.
Lyle's SIG Sauer P-10 shot rips through Doyle's chest, blood gushing from
 the wound!
Storm arrives from east up the street.
You drop your guard and back off from the battle.
Doyle flees for his life!
Achilles savagely slices through Drone_56a's throat with his katana, nearly
 severing the head.
You clench your fingers then release them, causing your razorclaws to slip
 underneath your fingernails.
Lyle says, "DRONE LIVES, DOYLE LIVES"
Doyle heads northwest into the intersection.
Doyle glances both ways and heads southwest across the street, dodging traffic.
Drone 56a's body twitches as the unfortunate soul expires.
Yotoko chisai, holding a beer, emerges from the bar to the south.
Lyle frowns.
Lyle stops and looks down at his fallen comrade.
Drone 56a gets up from the ground, shaking his head groggily.
Lyle leans down. "noooo."
Lyle sobs pitifully.
Dash, holding a submachinegun, emerges from the bar to the south.
Lyle [to Achilles]: You -killed- him!
Doyle arrives from the street corner to the west.
Lyle levels his SIG Sauer P-10 at Dash.