Rest of the action turned in your memories into a blur ...
Sam rushed after Tina, reloading clip ...
Omar retreated to the van ....
Drone delayed his action ...
Tina delays, she might need her actions if Sam get's through ...
Junkies semi-sucessfully lashes on Sam, some other shoot at the drone and Omar. Drone shoot back. More people die ....
There is a Zone Defense Forces Rapid Response Team heard siren ...
Sam breaks through grabs Tina. ...
More junkies close in ...
Mouse launches Sprite and agent against Taske ....
Sam shoot at Tina to prevent her from further escapes ...
Junkies from the point blank shoot Tina ... she tries to dodge ... fails ...
Zone Defence Forces are heard just a block away, ZDF spirits and mages starts to materialize ...
Junkies fall to the ground, the BTL software being deleted, more people die ...
Taske disappear into Resonance ...
Omar finishes rebooting car and jumpstart the engine ....
Ryker jumps in, dragging Sam, his confused face still lacking comprehension ...
Omar calls the drone, as soon as it's in he thrust the van to the higher gear, hiding gun simultaneusly ...
Two blocks away he passes by the Knight Errant cars column incoming from the opposite direction ...
Tina dies quietly on the street, her dreams mixing with her blood, her passion spilled on the concrete wall ...
Officer boots thumps around, shouting orders, arresting people, providing medical assistance, questioning guard ...
You disappear into the plex ...
Laying low for few hour you go and see Mafia boss, with your results - video feeds of the attack, traces of the hack on the RedWire node, matching to those around KaraKuchi and LuCom. Good job, handshakes, gratitude earned, details over payment method left for later.
Dean was freed of charges and released the same day ... VICTORY !!!
9 people dead, 7 turned into vegetable state, 5 heavily wounded, equipment and infrastructure losses totalled to over two hundred thousand nuyens ... victory ?
Little metalic taste of ash and blood left on your tounges for several days to come, each time you close eyes you see both well clothed yuppies or haggard lowlifes, young and old, men and woman ... dying ... fever in their eyes, weapons in their hands, blood on their faces, brain oozing through their ears ... sounds and smells of death ...