Rising from the slums again

He couldn't remember what had happened. He'd risked jacking in, sending a direct message to captain cloud....then his connection dropped.

His luminous yellow eyes took in the black basement easily. he froze, bile rising in his throat.

This was where he'd lived.
Memories, images sounds slammed into his battered mind, sending spikes of neurokinetic signals through to his station on the Coalesco.

He slammed a fist down in anger.....gloved how ironic. Still dressed like a hitman.....

STUPID! he shouldn't have chanced his port. Now they only had Aptus. WAIT! APTUS!

he searched his duster frantically, his normal face covering mask falling away.

he stopped and glared at it. then something snapped in him and he spat on it, stomping to his feet.

No phone. had to find a hardline or another operative!

At least he had his gun....wait guns? he had the gunslinger loadout? and some of his patcher code. when did his memory slots increase? a glitch? temporary he had to guess. Product of the overload to his neural pathways and feedback to the port.

Ramming a steel soled boot against the bolted oak door, it crumbled under his mix of anger and sorrow. the hate was gone. Rei, merc, Anu, deno, BW. they'd saved him from his own self destrution. he had to get back!

Bounding up the stairs and through the backdoor, busted open, no surprise , to avoid the room where IT happened.

His deaths head grin spread as his eyes, goggles gone burned the telltale murderous almost white yellow. 88's! and a few of the gang boys from the last time he'd jacked in.

he used his appearence, his reputation, his voice to do his work. make them fear.He was the devil of the slums.

I thought i'd cleaned up mannsdale when i offed my old gang. you all remember. mannsdale massacre. 33 dead no suspects, was all over the news. allow me to demonstrate how it went

His laugh was cold. detached. when it came to his home, he felt no remorse in protecting it. he raised both guns, Twin Magnums. he missed feeling a real gun that didn't spew energy in his hands.

He took aim, and like that night when he'd returned the first time to the matrix, his time slowed for him more than it ever had.strength, reflexes, ability to calculate even the trajectory of bullets fired. only once had it happened. they later blamed it on his neural firing being so intense from repressed feelings it sent the slowing of perception into overdrive.

He ran sideways, leaping and kicking off with his left boot, duster swirling like the devils wings.

He hoped nobody from the crew saw this. this was a side he tried hiding most of the time. and now it was at it's worst.......

(quick intro as to what happened after the transmission to cloud and how he regains the jackin process. feel free to step in. reikeira deno merc and Bw, maybe apoc and anu could talk him down though. i always go or dramatic entrances sorry.)