A thousand li, he had marched. Jin was not a lost soul. He knew of no refugee in a cyber zion. To cut away the memories of death and destruction would be to cut away Jin. Silence, stealth, fear, they were more than tools they were his substance. His dark hair was straight and would only move with the motion of his head. Jin's military fatigues looked of that of a teen slasher with a number of pockets and zippers. Pulled tight over his nano weave muscle the suit would shift slightly to match his environment. Right now it was having problems matching the rainbow lighting in the club.
Sitting on the balcony Jin could make out his target in swaying crowd. The young slasher was waving his hands around frantically. Jin assumed it was dancing but it looked more like the kid was being tasered.
"Another?" The waitress shouted over the music as she swooped in. She cracked a bottled smile open and poured him one.
"Please," He called back, turning his head slightly. "Who is the dj?" Jin asked as he pointed at the mixing booth behind his target.
"One and All, do you like his mix?" she brightened.
"No." Jin said flatly as he looked away.
The waitress pulled back a little.
Jin smiled and turned back to her, "I love it!" he exclaimed.
In the background Greg was still shaking like a coke addict having a seizure. His tongue was dry and he needed a drink. The beat stopped and he popped into his half drug strut. His legs shot out like he was swaggering in a western. Beelining to the bar he cut some poor bastard off.
"Hey fuc..."
"Yeah yeah." Greg waved his hand over his back.
"I'll take a sixer!" he screamed down the bar.
The bartender dropped what he was doing and came over.
"Who's the replicant?" the barkeep asked nodding up to the balcony. Greg turned to look. There was some Asian guy sitting in a booth looking like the only sober fucker in the establishment.
"I have no clue, who's he with?" Greg said as his head spun back around.
"Your guess is as good as mine." The barkeep said. "but he's been eyeing you all night man."
Greg's eyes widened a bit and he licked his lips. "Well I don't know why he's interested in me." Greg said as he made off for the bathroom.
Looking back Greg found the once replicant occupied table was now vacant.
He saw a big bad bouncer up ahead. "Hey man there's a guy out here groping people. He just groped me and I think he's on some meth concoction." Greg said to the bouncer with a molested look on his face.
"He looks like, oh shit." Greg said and ducked behind the bouncer.
Jin saw the Enforcer in the tight black shirt from across the room. Jin didn't make eye contact with him. He relaxed his body and walked towards the bathroom.
Jin could see the Enforcers chin move out of the corner of his eye. Using his subsonic mic to call in friends.
"Time to Clear Out buddy!" The black shirt yelled over the music as Jin approached. There was a group of them with saddled tasers and batons.
"Whatt?" Jin asked as he pulled on his drink.
The Enforcer repeated himself.
"WHY?" Jin yelled out over the music. A few of the bouncers came up on his back. The bouncer in front of him shifted his weight, he was right handed. The Enforcer stood a good foot taller than him.
"Sir, I don't want to ask again." The bouncer's voice betrayed his insincerity.
"If it will ease the tension, I want no trouble. I simply want to talk to him." Jin said as he tried to look non aggressive. The Enforcer went for his stick. His reaction time was slow but Jin let him play his motions out. The Enforcer brought it up to hit Jin in the head. Pieces of the stick sprayed into the club as the night stick shattered on Jin's reinforced metal arm.
"Shit" Greg yelped and turned and ran.
Jin kicked the Enforcer in the kneecap, a loud pop permeated in the air before the black shirt dropped to the ground.
Before the bouncer hit the ground Jin was already off after Greg.
Greg smashed through the exit door by the bathrooms. A group of smokers scattered like frightened pigeons when he flew out into the night.
His legs were amphetamine-driven pistons. Churning up cement they threw him into motion before he could catch his bearings. The city street lights seemed to fly into sight as his legs ate up all the road fed to it.
With his mind disconnected from his body he found his head glancing back to the exit. In the alley he had just emptied was the distinct silhouette of his pursuer.
Before he had time to react his legs had brought him into the alleyway across the way. A large fence with barbed wire loomed in front of him. By the time the sound of his shoes splashing in a puddle hit his ears his body was on its way to meet the fence vertically.
He grabbed a hold of the fence and risked another look back. The figure behind him was strolling across the street. Strolling Greg's mind screamed at him. He was free!
As he turned to continue his ascent of the fence a force rattled it fiercely.
"Where you going?" A low voice punctured the loud throbbing in Greg's ears.
Greg's hold on the fence slipped and as his torso rolled back. His shoelaces caught in the fence. Right before his head hit the ground Greg made out the figure on the other side of the fence. He was a skinny man with frazzled brown hair and yellow eyes encrusted in a melodramatic face.