This was the third night that the Steel Lynx had broken the night silence with the barking of its gun. Slide sat up in his bed wearing only a pair of boxers. He could see out the window from where he slept, the dim lights of moon painted the grass an off color of blue.
Another burst shot off.
Slide was out the door with revolver in hand, sprinting too the back balcony. Myiori, well Sierra as she was called, opened her door as Slide ran by, wiping her eye with one hand as she cycled through an invisible something on from her AR with the other.
Another burst was fired.
Slide was on the balcony, cold mountain air swept across his bare chest. He scanned the back yard to. The Steel Lynx rolled on the grass circling a body. Brimstone, well Ortho anyways, walked on the grass bare footed with his hell hound on his heals. They steel lynx finished inspecting it's kill and continued it's circuit of the lawn.
Slide went back in the house to find the stairs, Sierra looked at him funny before shutting the door to the master bedroom. On the first floor the rest of the team had began to stir. Johny Ray stood near the security doors past the stairs, peering around the corner. "It looks like it was just some locals again," he said seeing Slide. "There where two of them this time." Johny must of been using his com link to see everything outside.
By the time that Slide had joined Ortho outside, the wizard's hell hound had already began to prod the dead body. "Techno mage says there where two of them. We had best find the other body." It was just about two weeks ago that the last group of locals had tried to break into the Phantasma complex. One had made it back over the walls away from the Steel Lynxs' machine guns. But he had been wounded, and pretty badly too. By the time Johny Ray and Ortho had found him, it looked like the black clinics had already harvested his body for organs. The clinics weren't known for waiting postmortem to begin their harvest. What was left hadn't been pretty.
This was the third time they had been alerted at night by intruders. By day time it wasn't much better. At their gates there had been dozens of solicitors, for everything from cartel drug dealers, to black market organs, to protection agencies. Sure there was no real law in Caracas, but that just meant that Knight Errant had no regulations here in protecting their clientel. But what made Slide the most nervous was the Cartel Lt.s who frequented them. It had been agreed that paying them was the best plan. That was the Caracas way.
The hell hound had found the body first. Ortho rubbed the back of his head lovingly, and gave him a small treat. "Well Ork, looks like we had better pull him out of the pond."
