Steeled Spies #5: Below the Avenue Deep

Where the Magic is Made...

Art by Spookitty

After a night spent pin-balling from locale to locale in the dark of a citywide curfew, the never-ending glare of the Comm/Ent screens was as stark as it was welcoming, though the comfort remained cold. The broadcasts were ceaseless, recycling all the power-injected news of the day at normal speed for the sake of perpetual reinforcement.

Agent Steel found an alley to hide the Charger in as they planned their next move.

“Here’s Plan A and B,” Lita said. “A: Let’s consider the White Coat legit. We could be getting into the back end of Ace’s operations. And if we can't find something concrete to work with down there, something to deal her a helluva blow and get the word out, we dip. B: Let’s say he isn’t a White Coat. If 22 don’t lead to the module broadcast controls, we go tearing through here ‘till we find somewhere we can jack into, freak some shit, and send the message out citywide.”

Steele nodded, knocking back a sedative-filled shot of water. “Whatever we do, let’s make sure we don’t get into anything we can’t shoot our way out of. Ready, Devenreux?”

In the dark of the alleyway, her meek features hardened into a determined glower. She looked up to Steele, then to Lita, then back again. “I think so. I don’t think I got any shock left in me.” She sighed, her breath heavy. “Let’s do this.”

“For the Bright Organic Tomorrow, baby.” Lita smiled, resting a gloved hand on the revolutionary’s shoulder. Devenreux put on a brave face and patted the grip of her holstered Beretta.