We were in an alley, it was maybe 1 or 2 AM, Karl had some wealthy wise guy pinned up against the wall, holding him by his skinny throat and forcing a Militech Lexington pistol into his mouth.

"You like the taste of the barrel you little pig?" He snarled with a condescending tone. He normally sounds really viscous when he speaks but when he's about to kill someone it's like he's gargled a gallon of the devils semen and applied it to his baritone vocal chords.

"Well do you, you little piggy bitch?" He asked, tightening his cybernetically enhanced fingers around the scrawny neck and his eyes glowing red.

Sometimes, I used to think Karl was just the devil reincarnated, walking about and thriving in the world mankind destroyed. There were only two things he loved to do, gamble and kill - but he loved killing more than gambling.

The rich man started crying, choking mostly but crying, he might have even pissed himself but the tears were enough to satisfy Karl, who released him from his grasp, dropping the poor guy. Karl bent down to his level, bringing his devilishly handsome face extremely close to the rich man's bruised and battered face, invading his personal bubble and breathing smoke out of his nose.

"Are you gonna tell me where I can find Sabine? Or am I going to have to demonstrate to Russ over there how I paint a fucking wall red when I run out of red paint?" He asked, twisting his head every few seconds, his brown hair swaying with him.

"I c-cant tell you that!" The man nervously spluttered out, coughing up blood onto Karl's face.

Karl took one of his cybernetic fingers, swiped it on his face removing some blood and licked it. He smiled revealing his unnaturally white teeth, making the man whimper before licking the man's face.

At that moment, some puppy came running up with courage before getting intimidated and retreating a little and barking from a distance.

"Is that your dog?" Karl asked, his red eyes fixated on the puppy. The man nodded his head, struggling to get the word 'yes' out of his thin, worm like lips.

"Aww" Karl said, showing a face of admiration, quickly turning to a face of disgust, "Russell, shoot that fucking dog" he ordered.

"Woah, woah woah - I'm not shooting no fuckin puppy! Okay? You don't like the puppy? Fine - throw it over the fence or something but I'm not shooting an animal!" I replied with disgust. He really wanted me to shoot a fucking puppy. For a moment there, I thought Karl was showing humanity for the first time in years but it was short lived.

He looked at me as if he admitted defeat before aiming his gun at the puppy and putting a whole clip in it.

The man burst out crying and tried to crawl over to his dog before Karl pulled him back by the collar.

"You see that buddy - we're serious fucking business. Now are you going to tell me where Sabine is or are we going to have to kill you too?" He asked, reloading his pistol and pressing it against the man's forehead.

"She's in Japantown, Westbrook District!" He nervously spluttered out, tears still rolling out of his eyes.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it uhh - what's your name buddy?" Karl said, patting the man's shoulder.

"T-Takeshi Nakamura!" He replied with confidence and fixing his posture, almost as if saying his own name made him regain his pride before cowering back from the gun that was against his forehead.

"Ahhh Takeshi! See! That wasn't so hard was it Mr Nakamura! You are free to go sir!" Karl enthusiastically said with a smile, putting away his gun and gesturing for Takeshi to leave.

Takeshi got up, staggered over to his dog, picked it up and cradled it.

"You'll be sorry!" Takeshi barked, bearing his also unnaturally white teeth with his dog's blood tainting his bright yellow suit. He spat on the ground before walking towards the exit of the alley. Karl quickly drew his gun and fired 3 shots, a bullet going through Takeshi's head, another going into his back, and the last going into his butt cheek. He dropped down faster than you could ever drop a coin from a close distance, landing face first and smothering his dead dog.

"We didn't find out which building in Japantown!" I said with annoyance.

"Oh I knew the whole time" Karl said as he laughed. Like I said, he loved killing. He was a pretty sick guy.

"Jesus Karl, the fucks the matter with you? We just wasted time with this man!" I shouted. He didn't even look at me. "That's also a rich guy - if anyone finds out we are FUCKED!" I continued as he walked over to the body and hauled it over his shoulder.

"He had a contract on him already, something like 1000 Eddies" he said, walking towards the exit of the alley, "now help me put this asshole into the back of his Outlaw and steal it" he said.

We loaded him into the backseat of his Herrera Outlaw and stole the Neo-Kitsch Limousine, making a quick stop at Karl's apartment to change out of the clothes with Takeshi's blood on them before driving to a Casino in Japantown.

Inside the Casino there was some body guard standing by an elevator and he recognised us instantly, calling us over and inviting us in.

"Sabine has been waiting for the both of you" he said, with his voice being deeper than Karl's. He towered over the both of us and the modifications on his face made him seem more threatening than he probably should have looked.

The two of us entered the elevator and Karl clicked the top floor button.

"Karl...what's going on here?" I asked. He wasn't even looking at me. He was looking down and tightly gripping his pistol.

"We might be in a trap." he said, wiping his nose and preparing himself for a shoot-out. I took out my pistol and readily waited for the elevator to reach the top floor.

I remember the fear that overcame me as I watched those floor numbers go up, 97, 98, 99.

As it got to a 100 there was a small pause before the doors opened up. Standing in front of us was a naked Takeshi, except he had no penis.

His whole pelvic area was replaced with a modification that made him smooth down below. He was actually happy to see us and extended his arms as if he was welcoming us.

"Karl Moon! Russell Curtis! Welcome to the Cum Zone! Sabine has been waiting for the both of you!" He exclaimed, waltzing into the elevator with the tenderness of a ballerina and flamboyantly placing his arms around us.

"Don't fucking touch me" Karl said, shrugging him off and walking into the dim lit, purple lounge.

New-Wave Club music thundered throughout the lounge and it was packed with dickless and pussyless people, all of them caressing each other's cheeks or holding ungodly toys of sexual satisfaction.

I followed in after Karl, with Takeshi's hands on my shoulders, moving his ass and head to the beat and mouthing the words to the song.