Necrotic Amalgamations

The Karn perched atop one of Midian's many crumbling buildings, an old tenement that had been abandoned due to faulty wiring and shoddy repairs after the last bombing to keep the people in line. All that remained of inhabitants were junkies and rats that had nested alongside each other in the broken down complex, hoping to find some solace in each other's company in the filth. The city writhed beneath him like thousands of skittering insects as Extros looked down upon their meaningless lives with pity. The hive of scum that was Midian pulsed with the wretched and distraught, vile creatures that were puked into the unforgiving landscape like hot bile to escape the war machine that lingered overhead while the World Union pulled their pitiful strings; implying that Midian was a 'free' city. The notion would have almost been laughable if he'd been anyone else. Extros had seen the underbelly, turned the stones that the less desireable filth hid beneath, he knew exactly what Midian was at the very core; a prison to keep their kind at bay while the corporate sellouts forced them to work for chump change in the unforgiving territories. Even bounty hunters had been made into a corporate sector, used to do the less than desirable work the WU had planned though a smart hunter could easily find work through the less reputable methods. Intel brokers had become a dime a dozen in Midian, someone was always looking for a hunter to do their dirty work without risk to themselves and through brokers it could never be tracked back to their cowardly hides should the mission go south if the dealings were of the shadier nature. He scanned the horizon warily, picking from the crowd the implimented correctional officers that kept the hovel of a city "safe", not wishing to attract their attention more than he required. Extros slowly moved from his location toward a rusted old fire escape and slid carefully down into the alley below. His cloak rustled like great wings as he dropped down into the stinking stretch of alley where he knew from past experience that he would find whom he sought. As he straightened a pair of lean arms elegantly wrapped in skin tight leather were wrapped around his throat with a blade poised to his jugular. He did not flinch, hardly even bothered fighting back as he felt what could only be described as a cold feminine form press itself against his back in a rather balanced stance; more than ready and capable to take his head off should he make one wrong move.

"I thought I told you gunkstitch, what we had is over. Give me one reason I shouldn't end you right here for that little trick you pulled with that vial of your blood." A silky female voice hissed in his ear, its owner tightening her grip around his neck.

"Oh Sonya, my sweet little parasite. We both know if I were really that worried about that I'd have painted this whole town red with your skull." He replied cooly as his hand carefully slid to the handle of the MODREV at his hip, palming the handle carefully beneath his cloak, "You know why I'm here and I'd suggest letting that knife go. I'll seal before you can do any real damage with something that tiny."

The woman hissed and released Extros with a shove, sending him skipping forward a few steps before he turned to face the vampiress who'd been his assailant only moments before. His cold white eyes locked with her scarlet ones as he took a small bow and grinned at her arrogantly. She huffed angrily at him and turned away, refusing to meet his empty gaze.

"What do you want, Ex? Come to finish the job?" Sonya spat at him, "You've never been anything but trouble and you come looking for me. That can only mean something shitty."

Extros feigned shock, almost mockingly so as he retorted in a singsong tone "Oh, my love, sweet temptress of the shadows. You know you'll always be the one woman who came close to holding my heart." The Karnethian chuckled as he continued, "I'm looking for work. Give me something you think will finally finish me off if you want but I know you have something and don't lie to me, you always were a crap liar."

Sonya reluctantly dug through her pockets before shoving a thin piece of paper at him, not saying a word as Extros read over the details of the mission. The locale wasn't too far from the scrapyard he and Zips lived in so transport was fairly easy as was escaping the area with the 20 workers described within however a single worm caused his already pale ivory skin to blanch. Sonya grinned to herself as Extros grew visibly whiter and slightly less arrogant in demeanor while holding the paper. His eyes locked onto a single word that had nearly made him lose his lunch 'sandworms'. The ghastly monsters that lived in the Midian wastelands bearing hundreds of heads attached to the singular throat of the creature. The twisted creatures were said to be miles across and constantly hungry, after seeing the back of one breach the sands a few years back on a scouting mission he was much inclined to agree.

"You're shitting me right? This has got to be some kind of joke...." He muttered as he continued reading only to get to the payment at which a greedy smile curled his lips, "Well at least it's worth the risk. I'll take it."

It was now Sonya's turn to look on in shock as Extros pocketed the paper and turned his back on her as he wrapped his cloak and cowl tightly around himself and made his way back into the wretched streets of the city, leaving her alone to slink back into her alley. Extros made his way down a few blocks until he was sure he was clear of the police before surveying the area for a suitable ride home. A beat up old chopper stood parked on the street, barely standing however after a quick check of the gauges it had just enough gas to get him back. Extros made quick work of hotwiring the bike and hopped on as it roared loudly to life beneath him and he shot off down the street, peeling his way back to the wretched strip of wasteland that was his home. Night in Midian was a strange thing in the otherwise constantly dark surroundings, the place became eerie and secluded as if it had taken up residence in some form of spiritual afterlife that purged the exhaustion from the body as one slept. The darkness was nearly absolute aside from the light pollution filling the airways of the city though the outskirts and his own domain remained blacker than pitch. His eyes adjusted carefully as he pulled up to the heaping piles of rubble and metal strewn around the yard. The familiar terrain held no secrets as a short burst from his COMM unit disabled the outer defenses as he crossed the yard and threshold of the converted garage that served as his home.

Extros plopped down in a chair in front of his little brother's computer and began clicking away as he sent messages out to those he knew he could trust to finish the mission. His fingers flew across the keys until dawn as he slumped over and finally fell asleep, having placed recruiting calls on underground channels and every source he could think of on top of messaging those he'd come to know after the mutant fiasco a month back. With luck and a tiny bit of finesse he may just be able to work this. Extros absently began switching out mods on his pistol before he leaned back and released a long sigh as he finally drifted into sleep, knowing full well he would need all of his strength to achieve this mission.