Free Animal
Unedited as always, because I don't have to. It's not ego, it's a fact.
-------------------------------
Sound City Files – Case Report #0072
June 7th, 2083 – 5:47PM
Chicago, Abandoned Industrial Complex
A voice crackles through the walkie, “We’re on Jazz. Job starts in T13. Ready?”
“Locked and loaded, Pearl. Like always.” Jadzia checks the safeties on her pistols.
“This is a big job Jazz, no room for mistakes. Screw up this time and-“
“I. NEVER. Screw up.” Jazz interrupts.
“Ya, well tell that to Akimoto-san. He’s still pissed at you.” Pearl reminds.
Jazz gruffly replies “I’ve got plenty to tell Akimoto. Like how he can’t plan an operation for shit.” and continues checking the gauges on her Takeda CB1.
Jadzia, AKA Jazz because of her penchant for flare. Polish immigrant to the United Terrotiries after the RussoZhao Wars. 5'8", 125lbs, 29 years old. Ganger, slicer, and all around merc with a lewd streak a mile wide. Just as likely to bed you as she is to shoot you.
“SHIT! Heads up Jazz, looks like we’re starting early. Petroczick and his men just entered the hotel. You’re going to have to get down there NOW, before they do the deal. GO!”
Jadzia kicks the stand on the Takeda, swinging her leg over the seat as she slides on an Apyx Combat Systems Tactical Response and Engagement Helmet, or TRE Helm for short. “Ready.” She flips switches on the column.
Jadzia looks one last time out over the sunset as the motorcycle hums to life.
“Sound City… here we come.”
------------------
That's right! Another entry into the Sound City Files! But... why would that be? Does that mean that... a new series is coming???
That's right!!
And this time, I've got a whole new surprise for you!
❤️ Epi!
Free Animal
Unedited as always, because I don't have to. It's not ego, it's a fact.
-------------------------------
Sound City Files – Case Report #0072
June 7th, 2083 – 5:47PM
Chicago, Abandoned Industrial Complex
A voice crackles through the walkie, “We’re on Jazz. Job starts in T13. Ready?”
“Locked and loaded, Pearl. Like always.” Jadzia checks the safeties on her pistols.
“This is a big job Jazz, no room for mistakes. Screw up this time and-“
“I. NEVER. Screw up.” Jazz interrupts.
“Ya, well tell that to Akimoto-san. He’s still pissed at you.” Pearl reminds.
Jazz gruffly replies “I’ve got plenty to tell Akimoto. Like how he can’t plan an operation for shit.” and continues checking the gauges on her Takeda CB1.
Jadzia, AKA Jazz because of her penchant for flare. Polish immigrant to the United Terrotiries after the RussoZhao Wars. 5'8", 125lbs, 29 years old. Ganger, slicer, and all around merc with a lewd streak a mile wide. Just as likely to bed you as she is to shoot you.
“SHIT! Heads up Jazz, looks like we’re starting early. Petroczick and his men just entered the hotel. You’re going to have to get down there NOW, before they do the deal. GO!”
Jadzia kicks the stand on the Takeda, swinging her leg over the seat as she slides on an Apyx Combat Systems Tactical Response and Engagement Helmet, or TRE Helm for short. “Ready.” She flips switches on the column.
Jadzia looks one last time out over the sunset as the motorcycle hums to life.
“Sound City… here we come.”
------------------
That's right! Another entry into the Sound City Files! But... why would that be? Does that mean that... a new series is coming???
That's right!!
And this time, I've got a whole new surprise for you!
❤️ Epi!