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She walked briskly away from the car, only looking back briefly to see the dented, scuffed and smoking visage of her once immaculate new vehicle, once again cursing her bad luck, but praising her ingenuity. Her mind was racing, " What the fuck? Nelson, what in Satan's left ballsack was he doing there." Situations like this always made her come up with new and colourful volgarities, not that this kind of thing happened often, or ever.

She walked, thinking. Then she remembered the gun. "Lets see what this little piece of shit can tell us." Lainy said aloud, muffled by her rebreather, if anyone had been around they would probably have thought nothing of it, people down here tended toward the crazy. She looked over the gun. Feeling its weight, pulled the trigger a few times, after checking to make sure the chamber and clip were empty. It was heavy, as to be expected with a gold plated gun. She inspected it and saw on the bottom of the grip, a stamp. It said, Farnswort Copperkiln and Son, the "and" was actually an ampersand.

She thought about this for a minute and remembered hearing her dad talk about an F.C and Sons gun shop. This kind of weapon was not only illegal but it was very rare. Not many combustion driven projectile weapons existed anymore, so she figured if it was from that shop, it must be down here, below the smog. Below the scrutiny of the cops. Below the culpability of the rich and powerful.

She place three finger, seemingly at random on her forearm and said aloud " Farsword clobberbottom gun shop." Not quite remembering the name. She stopped and placed her hand against a nearby wall and a projection appeared on it.

" Did you mean Fansworth Copperkiln and Sons" the projection said in red bold print.

" what the fuck ever " Lainy said, feeling understandably edgy. A graphic depicting a map and address of the place showed up on the wall.

" Well that was too easy." She mused aloud again, telling herself she needed to stop talking to herself, her hand still on the wall.

" pop culture icon 2 weazy." The read out on the wall said. She yanked her hand away from the wall and continued to walk through to the end of the alley, where she could see cars speeding passed and people walking by the opening.

She hailed a cab, always amazed by the way this old section of New York City still remained much the same as it was in the 21st century. She told the old Indian man behind the wheel the address and sat back to relax. A small tv screen mounted on the back of the front seat was tuned to GNN, there was no sound but she could see that rich fucker Klaskin, no doubt spewing his usual b.s. about using his money to improve the mars station where she had been born and where her father had worked.

When they arrived she waved her wrist in front of the scanner to pay, Galaxy notes were accepted everywhere, and stepped out. Lainy realized after the old yellow taxi rolled away that she had fucked up big time. If someone was after her, which obviously they were, and they had the resources, which obviously they did, they could easily track her to that cab because she used her biochip to pay. She thought "Whatever, the cab will be long gone before anyone knows I was in it". Then she walked into the shop.

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What's going to happen to our favorite foul mouthed, down on her luck, action hero. Well find out in the next chapter.... one clue, there will be more swearing.....lol that was my cheesy teaser...reminds me of something from Dick Tracy or some such old detective crap. Well that's it till next time and as always thanks for reading.