Hmm…..

 


Still dressed in the suit jacket, I looked out at the rooftops of my city. Roving spotlights were slowly coming to life as the last remnants of the sunset dyed away.Stationary lights illuminating various large propaganda flyers reminding disobedience and nonconformity are to told to authorities.Nocturnal billboards were repeating the words “Curfew is now active,” in neon red letters. Patrol drones were being launched off various buildings to enforce the seemingly endless rules most people mindlessly followed. Observing the few nearby drones, trying to detect a broadcast signal with my mini-computer at my wrist. Rapidly tapping at the touchscreen with my right hand, for a few minutes before acquiring a strong signal, Breaking the signal’s powerful encryption algorithm in about a minute, before gaining access to the hive drive that every drone shared. Finding the specific file after a search, copying it first. Continuing to search for any data I could use, keeping a close on the signal strength. Successfully pulling a few additional smaller files before the drone escaped my range.

Running inside feeling a renewed sense of energy as I unlocked the door to my small windowless apartment. Locking the door behind me, securing my apartment further with some minor modifications I built. Feeling secure I walked toward my secondary computer. Sliding the mini-computer off my wrist before setting on the desk that held my secondary computer. Plugging two black data cables into it that ran in separate directions. One running into a port on my secondary computer. Another connected to a custom-built multi-cable splitter that ran into multiple pieces of augmented clothing. The clothing purchased on the black market from someone who had access to military surplus. Sending the first file, I stole through various tech I placed inside the garment. Letting the progress begin on using enemies technology against them. Reaching down and sliding a small open box out from under my desk. Grabbing the makeshift facial scrambler, that would hide obscure my face from electronic eyes. Using a nearby toolkit, I applied the finishing touches. Cramming the few loose wires into the support band that would go over my ears. Placing it on my head to make sure it would work out there without interfering with my vision. Glancing around my apartment, seeing nothing hindering my sight directly. A yellow light appeared at the slight edge on both sides of view. Making a snap decision to live with it, I pulled the scrambler off my head. Setting it aside on the desk, before checking the progress of the file’s upload into the clothes. With almost fifty percent of the upload completed, I began working on my weapons. Feeling the ebony colored force amplifying bat with my hand, lifting it to my lap. Twisting the wide end off with several clockwise turns, exposing the glowing blue core held in place by forceful red magnetic rings. Grabbing a few small screwdrivers from my toolkit, before tinkering with the core. Trying to make sure the core would amplify the force of my swing without killing anyone it hit.

Ten minutes passed before I put the bat back together. Making sure the bat felt solid, as my micro-computer dinged. Leaning the bat against my desk, I saw the file had fully uploaded itself into my clothes. Meaning my debut was now almost ready to start. Quickly changing into my outfit, I walked about my apartment. Everything fighting nice and snug around my body. Setting my scrambler onto my head, before grabbing my bat. Heading out my apartment door, with my bat over my left shoulder. Letting the door automatically walk behind me, as I made my way to the rooftop.

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