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    Kaji glared at the cop as he continued to berate and bully Richter and him. This wasn't justice. This was just sad. He could tell that the cop was getting frustrated with his refusal to answer any of his threats. Silence would definitely win this day, but he had a feeling anything he didn't say could and would be used against him. A shame, really. Nova's police had once seemed so ideal- he remembered a cheesy show about them from his childhood. Rogal-X, robocop. Maybe he still had his action figure of Rogal in his attic. Not that he'd ever see it again.

    Suddenly, Kaji was in the air, lifted inches from the ground. There was no way a man of Cellob's size could lift him that fast and easily without augmentations. Kaji frowned. Then, he felt a slight pull, and then he was crashing through the air, crashing through the wall, and crashing onto the floor on the outside of the holding room. He heard the breaking of glass. His biometrics went of the charts for a minute. He could feel his left arm's servos squeal and crack. Great. As he rolled to a stop, he took a moment to breath. Sitting up, he saw what must be 9 or 10 other cops standing outside what was left of the interrogation cell.

    The air seemed almost still. Kaji looked at Cellobs. Cellobs looked at his co-workers. His co-workers were looking at each other. And Cellobs. And Kaji. And Richter. It was dead silent. Nothing moved.

    Kaji turned up his vocal box to it's loudest setting, and let out a primal scream. The noise was almost deafening. What was left of the wall he had come through crumbled. In the stunned space, Kaji got up and began to run as fast as he could.

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    Amidst the chaos of the unintended breakout, some of the various cops dragged Joseph Richter through the hallways hoping to get him out of harm's way. Sure, they'd keep him at the station since this was a peculiar case, but the nationalistic old-french police department didn't have much sympathy with the Inquiry.

    Then the primal scream of the doctor hollowed through the halls. It hit Cellobs' enhanced hearing the hardest, though he was also the quickest to recover. The remaining cops tried to delay him, pulling at the detective's feet and attempting to block his path, but to no avail; Cellobs was already in chase. There was some distance between the two, though.

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    Not far from High Street station, Auntie Simone had similar problems. It seemed her fare, though generous, fell for dangerous women, which in turn resulted in a rival bikergang hot on her tail. She'd reluctantly punched it, but only for her own safety; a few low-caliber rounds had already impacted in her passenger door.

    So, there she was a-flying! With two middle-class urban adventurers in her backseat; Mikey and Q. It helped the Red Kanedas didn't have those next-gen flying bikes and thus had to stick to the road, but her aging LTI-7 didn't have the gyros to ascend very quickly either.

    On the back seat of the aerotaxi was another issue in development. It seemed Mikey Mabel got hit in the shoulder by a chinese machine pistol. Though the wound wasn't anything life-threatening yet, blood spurted on the cab's ceiling, Q's already-colorful shirt and the backdoor window. Suffice to say, it was going to be a wild ride.
    Last edited by Q; 09-03-2018 at 12:40 PM.

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