-{Allen}-
My day started with my alarm waking me up, a buzzing, and croaking noise beeping at me, I slowly slouched up and hit the buzzer causing my lights in my room to light up making me blind. After a few minutes of adjusting my eyes to the light I hit another button on my alarm to turn on the radio.
"Good morning Solis City! This is Dean Coal on this nice and sunny October morning! I have good news to start your Thursday, a construction team has been sent down to E45 north to start on the reconstruction of the destroyed ruins of the old and creating the bold new world we all can share!" The news broadcaster cheers with sun in their voice, I groan as I get dressed looking out my window seeing cars racing past on roads, some with wheels and other hoovering. My car gazing my cut short with a call, I check my forearm and its Mickey. I tap a button on the side of my head and my ear drum rums
"Hey Allen! I know you ain't supposed to be here in like another three hours but like listen man. An Argent higher up was found dead in a phantom warehouse! A phantom zone, you know the gang zones! AN ARGENT! She was found dead with her heart, lung and liver implants gone. Look, we need someone that's in forensics and I rather not get some of these newbies." he rambles, I roll my eyes and finish getting ready and head out as I connect a neural link to my head powering up my scanners and identification system.
I grabbed my transmission and radio to Mickey that I needed a ride to the scene, and I got silence for a good five minutes before getting confirmation I was going to the phantom zone. The call was odd it was short I was expecting a long ass rant from Mickey but it was quick and short it's a nice change for once I hoping that some of the more experience and no one since people got their and that's why he is being more serious rather than a gang member just popped out and held out a gun and a emp ready to destroy all the work for an hour all because he forgot some "chrome" from the supplier. I wait fixing my bracers and gloves and test my taser gloves checking if they still work and checking my less used equipment. Once the carrier finally arrives I hop in, and look out and down at the city as we fly over the districts in this rocket powered van. I see officers in shootouts with the Dorada, to be honest I'm surprised that this part of town wasn't bought but I guess there is too much money coming from this middle class area to give up. I laughed to myself, money is what counts not humans. I guess if they could they would make us pay for oxygen. I laughed till I saw my monthly payments pop up.
Twelve hundred for silver tier medic care, two hundred and eighty five was removed for my gun license kinda dumb since it was mandatory for this job, and hundred fifty for my medical license even though I paid it off and my bank hasn't reached me back about that. Then the rest of the boring shit like bills for my house, car, and cybernetics just the basics. That's when I get an emergency call from Mickey
"Yo Allen this is worse than I thought! There are five more bodies with their implants missing! They all are ex models! Like runway high class people! Their missing chunks of their body! We need you here soon man like I know I bore you with rants but like damn man this wasn't a flat head getting a lucky hit this was planned!" he shouts, man he acts like a kid seeing a monkey for the first time. But I get it man, sometimes you find something crazy and you need to share about it even though it might be normal in that part of town….
"Mickey?" I shake, realizing something horrible.
"Yeah man?" "Did you check what district you are in and who paid who before answering that transition?" I didn't get a response, it was silent…
I jumped up and got to the front of the carrier and hopped into the pilot seat, turning off the auto pilot and driving it to the max speed checking the location. 1289 Sun-Set avenue part of the new world project and ran by non organization buyer not mentioned nor when the project started, I checked the history of attacks and that when it was revealed Cuban mob activity has been popping up more and more in phantom zones corresponding with more drugs and implants as well higher ranking members of society increasing in number. Fuck what was he thinking jumping onto a cal before check? I swear if he is dead I'm gonna kill that fucking flat head.