Masako set down her glass, letting out a deep sigh. The room was dim around her, music had been playing loud enough for her to adjust her sensors, to tune it out. Bodies were all around her, a sea of sweat, booze, and barely contained arousal. Of course the Club’s owner had made a rule against any sexual acts on establishment grounds so all of the tension was moot.
The lilac haired woman stood up, dropping a few credits onto the table as she turned to leave, pushing through the crowd, and leaving the building a few credits richer, “Heh. Dumbasses can’t keep track of their money. Their loss.” She pocketed the credits and went on her way, blinking slightly after a moment, when her visuals had a momentary glitch, “That… I think I better call 'Cher on that. He’s gonna scalp me for this.”
She brought up Cherry’s number, and began another call.
Harlequin took slow steps, letting the tip of his sword run along the ground, stalking toward his next victim. For a moment, his vision had been overcome with static. Odd. His cybernetics were beyond what the black city had openly. They were beyond glitches, and never failed him.
Something clicked in their head, and there was a dark chuckle coming from under their mask, There was another, and the Harlequin now felt great delight as he followed down the dead end path, ready for more blood.