The slums it's different in every city, yet still the same. So familiar to the life I led, so many memories play in the back of my mind. Glad I was willing to do anything, everything to get out. Then again here I am standing on a building trying to think of how to track down a target.

I'm a mercenary, guard, thief, and even assassin. For me there not much difference between the jobs what ever the contractor wanted. My latest employer wanted someone taken out, someone that was getting to close to things he shouldn't. Now how to get the target into the ...

"Are you a hero?" A young voice broke my thoughts and I turned seeing a girl about 7 or 8 black haired hazel eyes. Dressed in simple shoes, jeans, a my little pony shirt. She was holding a bunny thought pretending that it didn't matter and a bracelet, basic but seemed valued. "No I only do things for pay. There no money in doing hero work."

The girl looked down then she undid the bracelet and held it up. "Is.. is this enough for you to stop Bob from hurting my mom?" I notice the tears in her eyes, something from deep behind the cybernetic implants and conditioning annoyed me. "I see what I can do." Taking the bracelet "What apartment is your mother in?" "We live in D17. Bob lives with us but he's not my real dad. My real dad died in afg.. afghanistan." A twitch she couldn't see behind my mask twitched my face. Memories, feelings, emotions long ago buried. I turned and headed into the apartment building.

I found D17 the door was unlocked and pushed it open. A woman laid on the floor blood dripping out of her nose, her body bruised and signs of drug abuse on her arms. It was a story I knew well. Husband died far away, hard times at home slipping deeper in debt and hardship. Sure enough I find bob passed out on a chair a used needle beside him. A dealer, abuser and soon he got the woman addicted as well. Whored her out like...

I looked around the place and found what I hoped. A handgun simple cheap model, something for protection. It will do. I set Bob's hand on the handle and forced the barrel into his mouth. Bob's eyes blinked and gained focus just long enough for fear to set in before I pulled the trigger. Then I went over and checked the woman. She was still breathing but either due to the drugs, or the beating she was struggling. One reason or another she didn't have much time. Taking the cellphone I found in her purse I headed upstairs. I heard people talking "was that a gunshot?" "Sounded like it was in the building" I hurried my pace to the roof.

Kneeling down infront of the girl I handed her the phone "I made sure Bob wouldn't hurt her or you ever again. Your Mother is hurt very bad you need to call 911. Tell them where you live, don't tell them about me. If you are clear enough to the operator they send an ambulance to help your mother. You need to be brave, your mom might not survive and die. I don't know, but I won't lie to you that is a chance. It's also a chance they can save her."

I left the rooftop using the fire escape as the girl fought tears and called 911.

I know what you are thinking, I did it for the girl. I did it because somewhere, something, in the back of my mind remembers being human. You are wrong.

That target I told you about, he a cop...

The police cruiser came down the street light going. The sniper rifle moved just enough so when the car stopped the driver was in the crosshairs. A bang, the windshield shatters and the back of the cursor sprayed with red. The passenger ducked down shock on his face as his partner's brains flew out of the back of the head.

Now he's a corps. I put my rifle on my back making sure the strap holding it in place was secured and ran for the rope I had placed. Already the other police officers were running into the building. I used the rope to rappel down the side, bypassing both the stairs and even the fire escape this time to my waiting motorcycle.

I rode out of the alley and passed a car with the girl crying in the back seat. She was hugging her stuffed rabbit, with the bracelet around it's neck like a collar. I am a professional after all, I don't take payment for a job not done. Besides the job I just performed would be far more profitable than a cheap kids bracelet. No morality issues here.
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OOC yeah a simple write up of the personality of my new character Cybershot. Kind of surprised me a few things as I wrote them seemed to clicked in place as I was writing this. Then again that why I wrote it to get a better idea of who he is. So enjoy!