::The scene resolves, a single man walking beneath the shadow of the metacortex building, content with walking alone, softly plodding against the rain, content to be alone::
I turn into an alley, to get some protection against the driving rain, I stay against the wall. I turn back........ a few seconds go by. I do not hear anything but i have the feeling that i am being watched...followed. I ignore the feeling. A few minutes go by, and I enter a bookstore to make a few purchases from Madam T. I stop in front of the door to see a singl man out in the rain, rain dripping from a fedora as he watches me....
"Her....why.....what did she ever do to you..."
"She was a pawn...nothing more.....in order to achieve my goals....I had to create a spy"
"SHE WAS A HUMAN BEING" Bourbon screams, his anguish and rage readily apparent.
"She was a bluepill, infected with a virus....one of my creations. Similer to that of the apparent Smith Virus, it creates multiple personalities....copies of my mind, my soul that lie within the bluepill. She was awoken and being awoken the virus came into existence. She was my shadow, my twilight....My Penombra......"
He looks at me, understanding dawning on my face. His fingers go slack on the trigger guards.
"And you...fell for her didn't you Bourbon. Fell in love with a women who never truly existed."
As suddenly as his face goes slack, he brings up his pistols and for a split second I can see down the barrell of the guns.
But only for a split second, my hand drives into the side of his hand forcing it away and up, as my foot drives into the side of his knee, forcing him towards the deck.
He looks up for a split second to see my hand in front of his face....glowing red. Then there is darkness and a message to don lucadello.
"I have your operative. There will be a price to pay for an attack on me, I wouldn't reccomend a EJP, that might prove rather painfull for your man. You and I will have words
Dark.
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