Ziarre

Ziarre lifted herself from her crouch, her boot heels crunching back into the gravel and debris thrown by overhead cars. She stepped to the side as a crumpled cup soared out of a particularly expensive model, it had platinum plating around the ground thrusters. Not a moment later red and blue lights filled the area as a police issued droid car zoomed out of the building in front of her and shot into the sky after the offender. Ziarre simply smirked and with barely a push launched herself forward into a sprint.

Her dark colored hair, rather than being cut short like the rest of the woman from her society, was long and twisted up into a titanium plated hair clip that had several Annalaeyd emeralds set around the edges. The stick that shot through the two holes on the clip was also titanium plated, though it had a thin band of highly reactive flintament, an element that could be struck against any solid surface and produce a shower of sparks equivalent to grinding down a weld. Ziarre crouched, dove through the closing bay doors, and then landed on her hands before arching her back to place herself onto her feet.

Straightening, Ziarre tugged her tight cuffs back into alignment on her wrists and fluffed the flounced sleeves of her shirt. She made sure her vest was pulled straight before she sprinted down the launch tube that the droid cars were lined up in preparation to launch and catch criminals. On Earth in today's standards, that typically meant litterers. That was probably why Ziarre found little resistance as she entered the wide bay where dirty men worked on repairing droid cars, and most of the ceiling was taken up by parked "heavy artillery", basically SWAT vehicles with mounted turrets. Actual people used those, but Ziarre doubted they had been brought out of dock in the past twenty or so years. She lifted her hand and inhaled as she examined the layout of the room.

"Ziarre?" said a voice in her ear, soft and timid. There was a slight stutter on hard Z in her name. "How are you doing?"

"I am fine, Taban," she replied shortly. She paused, then added, "There has been no problems so far, just tell me where to go." She put on a pair of clear glasses, and immediately data flashed onto the broad lenses. In a moment the data formed itself into a blueprint layout of the police building she was currently infiltrating, before a red light blinked in a specific room.

The words Alain's Cell labeled it as her target.

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