Post by Taminah Visari on Feb 1, 2013 21:10:45 GMT -5
The delivery man, Andrew from his employee nametag, spoke to Eli and Asimov, seeing that they seemed determined to do something about a stolen food delivery.
“I... I used to be in a gang, till I got a clean job with the Food Corps. I heard stories about scientists selling their super soldier augmentations. We had a friend, a rich kid, go and try it- next time I saw him he had these wings on his back, and he was flying. And crazy.” Andrew explained, before pausing, trying to think of something that might help them.
“They’re called the Dark Wings... bunch of bored rich kids, or mercenaries who need an edge, who want something to make them stand out. They’re new, but they’re carving out territory on the ground like any other gang, taking tribute or wiping out rivals... except they can’t be attacked, considering where they live.” He looked out a window and up, indicating the general idea that flying mercenaries lived really high in the city.
“That’s all most people know, really. You cross one, you cross them all. They pluck you up, and drop you onto one of the pointy pieces of architecture in the city. If you want to know more, you’d need to ask the gangs at war with them.” Andrew let out a tired sigh.
“Look... The Food Shipment, it’s pretty normal to test new recruits in hits on mundane stuff. Gangs get their food by taking shipments- it’s not really a big deal. But they took one of us, for some reason we can’t figure out. If you could find out what happened to Morty, that’d be good, so we can tell his parents...” He looked at his partner.
“Look, I’m gonna take my partner home alright? Don’t get yourselves killed. The Wings have plenty of hardware... and are a bunch of sadists.”
“I... I used to be in a gang, till I got a clean job with the Food Corps. I heard stories about scientists selling their super soldier augmentations. We had a friend, a rich kid, go and try it- next time I saw him he had these wings on his back, and he was flying. And crazy.” Andrew explained, before pausing, trying to think of something that might help them.
“They’re called the Dark Wings... bunch of bored rich kids, or mercenaries who need an edge, who want something to make them stand out. They’re new, but they’re carving out territory on the ground like any other gang, taking tribute or wiping out rivals... except they can’t be attacked, considering where they live.” He looked out a window and up, indicating the general idea that flying mercenaries lived really high in the city.
“That’s all most people know, really. You cross one, you cross them all. They pluck you up, and drop you onto one of the pointy pieces of architecture in the city. If you want to know more, you’d need to ask the gangs at war with them.” Andrew let out a tired sigh.
“Look... The Food Shipment, it’s pretty normal to test new recruits in hits on mundane stuff. Gangs get their food by taking shipments- it’s not really a big deal. But they took one of us, for some reason we can’t figure out. If you could find out what happened to Morty, that’d be good, so we can tell his parents...” He looked at his partner.
“Look, I’m gonna take my partner home alright? Don’t get yourselves killed. The Wings have plenty of hardware... and are a bunch of sadists.”