In Need Of Rescue - The Opening

The fluorescent lights flickered as he entered the ally.
The new audio implant he had purchased the day before itched where the skin graft was taking hold. The tell tale bump behind the ear was a dead give away of cybernetics.
His suit didn't belong in these streets. Miles away from anything called civilisation, he strode with a purpose befitting his stature. 6'3" with the shoulders of an ox, he moved with a grace that someone that should size should not be able to achieve.

Walking with purpose he was not phased by the yellow eyes that glared out at him from behind the rubbish bins. The odour of the ally was frightening. A mixture of restaurant scraps mixed with faeces and fear. But the purpose of the stride was not interrupted.
He stopped and his head cocked to the side, as if listening. He then shook his head and flashed a smile, for the first time a sign of humanity was expelled from his visage. The audio implant had whispered into his head, and like an amateur he had given away his virginity to the audio side of cybernetics.

But not to cybernetics in general.

His limbs were not all his own. Most of his bones, muscles and tendons had been replaced with ones crafted from the finest materials from factories in Finland. He was a product of multiple and expensive surgeries. Biomechanical majesty. The product of the American Government.
But right now it was these same masters he sought to elude. Hard to do, he knew, when they had receptors built into your body.
So he had come to this ally in search of help. Help given not through generosity, but through greed. And that greed was what brought those yellow eyes out from the darkness to confront him.

"Did you bring the price?"

A quick and positive nod of the head was all that the question received.

"So now I take you to The Doc?"

A hint of surprise flashed across his face as what should have been a statement was directed as a question.
Another nod.

"I think not."

He was not really surprised, he knew it was a gamble coming to this area and expecting the truth straight away. Greed was all these people knew, but he had some hope for humanity, so he had to give people a chance.

"Take me to The Doc now, or take me there later in need of his services yourself."

His voice was powerful and detached as it echoed around the ally.

"I think not you pillock, as my friends and I have a different future ahead for you."

More yellow eyes opened, and then some more, then still more.
30 pairs. So 15 of them he figured. Not so bad, for him anyway.
Following an unheard signal they came at him, street weapons at the ready. The iron bar, the knife, the chain. He had seen this before and felt calm. This was not a new situation to him, and his subconscious took over his movements.

A shift of weight to the balls of his feet, the tightening of his legs ready to strike. And as they closed in on him he moved, faster than the assailants imagined he could.
Bones snapped, and screams were all that could be heard coming from the ally.

Rooted in position, Jamicter, the leader with yellow eyes looked on as his men all fell in the space of a few seconds. He blinked once and saw the suit moving towards him. Placing a single large hand of Jamicter’s shoulder, the suit pinned him to the ground, and with a movement too quick for Jamicter to see, the suit reared back on to one leg and drove the his foot to a place 10 cm past where Jamicter’s knee was located. Jamicter screamed as he collapsed.

"So now you need The Doc too, I suggest you lead me there."

Jamicter nodded in agreement.


PS Meva, thanks for the prod to get me to write. I need to get your e-mail some how so I can let the blog die it's sad and lonely death.