Robot Rock... In The Ghetto?

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Eros Kama, the Boss Man himself, was enjoying a sunday stroll. He practically skipped by the religious prophets telling him the world was ending, tangoed past some crazy old lady who informed him he was a hooligan, and danced away from a six legged dog trying to eat the dragging fabric of his pants.

But all in all, it was a good day. The clouds were still there, threatening any moment to shower down on them all with acid rain, but the air just tasted better than it had in months. Of course it was still thick with smoke and dirt, but all had grown accustomed to it. So it was only natural.

The best part of this lovely afternoon was that Eros was on his way to pick something up. What, you ask? Well, he had bargained himself into becoming the proud owner of a bar of soap and a few new books. Old earth history, things nobody these days cared about, so they were easy to come by. But the soap. Oh, he was going to enjoy the soap. It apparently smelled like lemons.

Fuckyes, this was a bitchin day. No police anywhere around. Nobody to bother him. With two of his twelve fingers he took the hat off his head, secure in the motion, grinning to himself because the mutant was nearly positive nobody would harass him now. No, not today. Because this was an awesome day.

Be wary though, for anybody who ruined his glorious day of days would be scorned forever.

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Alistair wasn't having a good day. It was kicked off by his waking up on the cold metal table that he'd grown to hate, blinded by the bright lights that glared down at him. Such a morning meant only one thing. The scientists in all their knowledge (and complete lack of respect for the individual behind the circuits) took it upon themselves to crack him open and tinker around. Alistair wasn't sure what the hell they did, he never really was, but once he was awake and able he was sent out the door. The cop cyborg-thing was relatively certain that they had switched out his arm. For one, it was looking shinier than usual and hell, it felt a bit heavier than he was used to.

What's more was that Alistair's upteenth request for leave was denied again, which didn't sit to well with the man at all. Even half-robotic people needed some r and r from time to time. Yeah, try and tell that to the people who ran the police force. Nazis, the lot of them.

So it's established that Alistair, on this Sunday, was in a sour mood, which meant that others would have to contend with it as well.

He stormed past the religious freak but not without telling the man to shut the fuck up. He completely ignored the crazy old lady who told him a hooligan was strolling about and he delivered a swift kick to the six-legged dog before it had had a chance to ruin the pants of his uniform.

Was his manly, angsty rage quelled by his little (immature) tirade? Not by a long shot. His smoldering ice-blue eyes were searching the streets for a victim to exact his misplaced anger on. And wouldn't you know? There was a mutant. At least now he'd have the excuse of "I'm just doing my job."

"You there," He called out,while quickening his strides to catch up with the mutant. Alistair cleared his throat. " Random screenings issued today. I'll need to see your license and mutant registration." Alistair was annoyed. Maybe if he annoyed someone else it would help make him feel better. It was worth a shot.

[Rip]

Isaac was one of those perpetually happy people, even on Sundays. You either loved Sundays or completely hated them; they either provided solace for whatever Religious beliefs you clung too or dropped you into depression so fast your shit didn't have time to catch up. Isaac was one of the few people who retained a fairly apathetic veiw on the whole Lord's Day but still managed to not hate life and all who lived it. Today, he was actually feeling calm enough to avoid causing trouble, as he was just gliding along, lazily propelling himself with one or two accelerations per ten minutes, looking up, posture sloutched, looking either half asleep or stoned out of his mind. A stupid grin was on his face, watching the clouds roll by with glazzed over eyes as he moved so casually along the broken up sidewalks. Today was boring, but boring was kinda nice for a change. For once, he didn't have any big impulses to rebel against anything... or anyone. Things were just... ok. The little grey stripped kitten on his shoulder was even behaving, just chilling and lounging in the wrinkles of her boy's jacket.

Random screenings issued today. I'll need to see your license and mutant registration

The kid's head snapped back down, eyes blinking as he slid along, looking a bit 'huhwut' as he wooshed past the two guys. He did so slowly, head following them as he moved farther away. By the time he got about 30 feet away, Isaac picked up the cat in his hand and replaced her into one of the huge pockets of his pants, where she settled in comfortibly. She was quite aware of what was going to happen.

He turned on a dime, at first only looking like he was heading back the way he came. Until... he started to speed up that was. He even had a little whistle tune, which was quickly drowned out by the high pitch wizzing of the exceleration on the hover board. He sped up, making no effort to turn or avoid hitting robo-cop over here. If he did, OOPS. If he didn't, he'd probably be soaring over his head while a sneaky hand attempted to snatch something valuble from that nice uniform- a badge, cash, whothefuck cares. Anything from a cop was worth something to the right person.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Fuck.

There goes his awesome day. It was the thing he loathed absolutely most in the entire fucking galaxy, government. Especially the police. Unfortunately for this law-man Eros wasn't able to give him his license and registration like a nice little mutant.

Why? Because if this guy was any good at his job he would recognize the name instantly (It was pretty fucking hard to not remember his name) and then he'd be hauled down for questioning or harassed and beaten up and this was just no good. He didn't have time for this, Mr. Kama here had an appointment he had to keep. There was soap and books to be had. So there was only one answer.

"Oh, yeah, sure, just one second-" A six fingered hand fumbled in a pocket for just a second before, the man mumbling lowly.. "Damnit, must have left it in my other pair of-" Hand raised itself quickly and with zero expression on his face the two center fingers saluted the officer. "Fuckyou."

Of course this plan would have normally been followed by somehow escaping arrest or feigning idiocy. Not that the man could really do anything to him, afterall, nothing could stick to his name legally. Who knew, one day they could get fed up enough to fabricate something. But there was a far greater opportunity. The distraction of some young kid flying past on a board and probably nailing him was good enough. It seemed on this holy day the lord loved him and decided to give him a sign that yes, now was the time to run for your life.

And run he did. Eros took off as quickly as he could, laughing as he called back, "BE SURE TO LET THEM KNOW THIS WAS THE DAY EROS KAMA GOT AWAY!" (The saying was old, from some '00 pop culture. Things always came back into style though) and then hauling ass. Not that he was necessarily that fast. But he couldn't help but shout back that little sign of arrogance.

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Most officers probably would've scowled, sneered, spit or throttled the mutant for his behavior. Instead Alistair just broke into a wide, shit-eating grin. His pearly whites were revealed in perfect rows, displaying just how much enjoyment the man was truly getting out of the whole situation. Alistair thrived off heckling others, colleagues and criminals alike. And, saints be blessed, he was feeling a might better.

That is, until, some hover-board-riding, pre-pubescent boy decided to enter the scene. If Alistair wasn't blessed with the strength and quick reaction time of a cyborg, Isaac would've succeeded in clopping the cop upside the head. But Alistair was a cyborg and he had reacted in time to save his skull from damage and probably a nasty lump.

"What. The. Fuck." He growled out beneath his breath before flashing his dangerously angry eyes in the boy's direction. He'd done that on purpose, that much was obvious. Kid was probably in cahoots with the mutant guy. Speaking of which...

Alistair returned his attention to Eros in time to see him run away and give that mocking little farewell. The man wasn't grinning now, oh no. He was scowling, sneering, angry that his little game had been interrupted. Also, there was a distinct lack of something is his pocket. His badge.

"Well, shit." Alistair said darkly. There was no way he could catch a guy on a hoverboard. He may have had the increased strength and endurance, but the man's speed was average. He made the decision to deal with the kid later and took a mental note of the boy's appearance to help his hunt later. The cyborg's memory was sharp, and I mean sharp. Save for when the scientists fiddled inside his head. Then he forgot things. He wasn't sure what, exactly, but he knew pieces were missing.

The way Alistair figured it was that Eros and Isaac were a team. One distracted someone while the other swooped in and grabbed what they could. If he caught Eros then he'd catch Isaac, too, in a manner of speaking. A plus B equals C. It was an easy enough equation.

With that the cop was running after the mutant and the city goers paid no heed. It was a common sight, unfortunately. Alistair's pace was quick but steady. He had an extreme amount of endurance on his side and he wasn't one to tire quickly. It may have been cocky of him, but the cop was damned sure he'd catch up with the guy.

[Rip]

With a shiney new treasure in his hand, Isaac jetted away feeling mighty victorious. Knowing better then to slow down, he hit the excelleration twice, kicking farther off the ground to get more distance before he looked over his shoulder, expecting to be shot at. The kid, however, was shocked to find that he wasn't even being pursued- fucking LOVE karma- and the grin on his face widened. In the pocket, the small kitten poked her head out the flap, giving a small mew while the boarder slowed slightly. Something was happening that was far too amusing to just keep going, even though that was the logical answer. Isaac was never very good with common sense.

"BE SURE TO LET THEM KNOW THIS WAS THE DAY EROS KAMA GOT AWAY!"

The somehow familiar quote (which would dig in his brain later and he still won't remember its origin) made him look beyond a spectator enjoying the scene (even if he had interviened). This was shit you saw in the movies! Behind the mutant came running robo-cop, in what Isaac saw as blant 'robo-cop running style', and the kid half expected the bottom of his shoes to ignite and rocket the guy off, speeding towards the cocky asshole who was making a great escape. Sure, the scene was a common one, police chasing freaks, but you never really saw it done in this style anymore.

Without really thinking, the boarder took a short cut around some allys and sat himself down at a safe distance away, not bothering to unfasten the footholds incase he needed to make a get away. Once up there, he pointed and said in a very loud tone, "HA HA"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Eros had a pretty good headstart, really. Taking down the way he had come, feet barely touching the ground. Past the old rambling lady who was shouting how right she had been about him and away from the religious guy screaming how the world was ending because of him. Sure, the cop was hot on his ass, but he'd just be able to take off around his corner and-

Wait, something was missing. Where was that dog? There had been a dog, he was sure of it...

And little did he know there was a dog. Except, the one from before had just been a wee little puppy. The babys parent, the big bitch herself had decided to get revenge on the pain of her hurt child. And said pup had the scent of Eros on it, and this was good enough for her. So just as Kama as going to take a turn down a hidden passage he was instead alerted by a huge doglike noise.

"BARK, BAAARRRKKK, BARUAURURUUUUUUUAUUUGHHHKKKK"

Head snapped, jaw slack, stopping in his tracks, nearly falling over. A huge fucking dog was running at him from down the sidewalk, all six legs attacking the ground, the earth shaking. If that 'dog' from before had just been a puppy, then this thing was a small fucking bear. Must have been some kids science experiment, like a gator flushed down a toilet... Except those things stayed in the sewers. This one was going to tear him to pieces.

So he turned heel, forgetting all about the cop who was actually not but a block or so away from him. Brown eyes were looking over his shoulder, not even looking ahead of himself. The leader of one of the most violent rebellions was running straight into the arms of a very disgruntled cyborg with a pissed-off mutant dog wanting to eat him.




And despite all of this, his biggest regret was that he wasn't going to get his soap. Well that, and that he was wearing his pants that had the plans for an incredibly illegal EMP device in his left back pocket.

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He wasn't winded at all. In fact running, to Alistair, was pretty much like walking. Except he moved faster. His mechanical heart and lungs saw to it that he was never really out of breath, hell he could hold a seamless conversation while sprinting. The cop wasn't interested in conversation, however, more of the capture and detainment of a couple of jackasses.

The mutant jackass had just escaped Alistair's view and the young boarder jackass was mocking him. The cop snapped his head in the boy's direction and yelled his annoyance. " SHUT IT YOU ASS GREMLIN, YOU'RE NEXT." Oh yes, Alistair was a credit to the force, a prime example of maturity and protocol. At least he had... some personality as manic and crazy as it sometimes could be.

Still running, Alistair returned his attention back to the path ahead then stopped immediately. A brow shot up and he wore a clear look of "what the fuck" on his chiseled features. Something did not make sense here. Wasn't he chasing the mutant guy? Then why the hell was Eros running towards him. Maybe the mutant was confused. Alistair certainly was. Ah well, this did make his job easier.

Before Eros had the chance to pass him, Alistair threw out his robotic arm in an attempt to grab the taller man's forearm. "Gotcha," The cop would say cheekily before his grin faded. There were signals being sent to his brain that said, "Hey, guy, maybe you should look down at your leg. Just a suggestion." And so he did.

"Well, shit." He growled out. The bear-dog from hell had clamped its teeth around his leg -- the fleshy one, not the metal-- and was currently tearing the hell out of it. Alistair couldn't feel any pain but it sure as hell annoyed him. The clear liquid that replaced his blood slowly dripped to the ground. He didn't bleed. He leaked. That's what he got for kicking the bitch's baby, but the angry mom was about to meet a fate much worse than that.

"Sorry, hun, but I don't take too kindly to having my leg gnawed on."
With his free hand Alistair pulled his gun from its holster at his hip, aimed it and squeezed the trigger. The result was a quarter-sized hole in the animal's head. The jaws around his leg fell slack and the beast crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud. The cop replaced his gun back into its holster.

Now he turned his attention to the man who was most likely fighting Alistair's vice-like grip around his forearm. Flashing a grin as if they hadn't just had a little chase, as if Eros hadn't insulted him earlier, and as if his leg wasn't mauled to hell and "bleeding" enough to cause concern, Alistair loosened his grip just slightly.

"Alright, dollface, time for us to get down to business. Up against the wall." He didn't wait for the man to move of his own volition and basically pushed the mutant towards the wall of a building. " Now, see, since you didn't play nice when I asked you for your info, you and I are gonna have to get intimate." A quirk of the lips. Alistair loved his own jokes even if they fell short. " Gotta warn you, my hand," He wiggled his robotic fingers, " is awfully cold."

He stepped back but not far enough for the mutant to be able to escape easily. " Now spread your arms and legs, no funny business." Just when Eros was likely to feel utterly doomed because of that EMP plan he carried, a thought struck Alistair that would prove to be the man's salvation, should he accept it.

"Actually," Alistair began, tilting his head and narrowing his ice-blue eyes at the mutant. " I'm willing to cut you a deal. You help me catch that partner of yours and get my badge back and I'll let you go. No tricks, I swear." He crossed his fingers over his heart then waited for Eros' answer.

[Rip]

Isaac scowled at the title of 'Ass Gremlin' and half shrunk back from the threat, but after realizing the attention was hilarious he leaned forward and sloutched over his knees. The cat in his pocket crawled out and curled up on his lap, her tail tip flicking around her paws as they two of them watched the show. Bummer he hadn't managed to snitch something to eat; it would be a nice reinacment of those old theatures. The kid had seen a bunch of old run down ones, but they were mostly play grounds for reckless children now. The few operational ones were highly advanced. Again, a bummer. This was as close as he was gonna get to seeing a play. Might have been a play though since he wasn't sure if these people were for serious or not. He wouldn't have believed this shit if he wasn't seeing it with his own eyes. Mutant dogs- yeah not hard to come by but HA, what the fuck, what were the chances?

... then BANG. Well end of Fido over there. He frowned a bit at that and scratched a disturbed Annie under the chin. Poor vicious mutated freak of nature.

Oh, Fingers got caught. Another bummer. Isaac wasn't willing to risk his skin again- not that he did it originally to help the guy out. The situation was just too good. Then again, what were the chances of this guy expecting to get (almost) smacked in the head by a hover board twice in one day? ..Hm. This was probably, diffinatly not a good idea. He picked up Annie and slid her into his pocket with the badge to keep her company. Robo-cop might get his kicks from annoying other people, but so did the kid.

He didn't bother excellerating this time and kept it as quiet as it would go, sliding along, using the ally ways, keeping it slow. He wasn't going to do it if the guy seemed suspicious, and he already got enough. That badge would trade for something pretty in the right place.

He got close enough to hear the end of "..I'll let you go. No tricks, I swear", but not the rest and pressed his back up against the crumbling bricks.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

A cold hard thing curled around his bicep, taking a firm hold, knocking the air out of him as it stopped him mid run. It was an unfamiliar and unpleasant sensation, one which he sought to remedy by thrashing about like a fish out of water. "HEYFUCKYOULETMEGOASSHOLE" followed by more and more profanity. Apparently he the cop had caught up to him. Or the other way around. Whatever it was, he was very unhappy about being held and was swearing like a sailor. This was, untill there was a loud bloody bang.

Eyes snapped down to the dead dog. Voice cut off, staring down at it. Violence didn't bother him in the least. Eros himself would have probably done the same if he had a gun, but, he didn't. What was more interesting was that Mr. Police Man was leaking out whatever bodily fluids he had. This made Eros happy. What did not make him happy was the look on that government bastards face. It quickly washed away any joy on his own expression, a scowl growing. What displeased Eros Kama even more were the words being spat from this metal mans mouth. Dollface? If there was something Ali could have done to make this hate stick, it was call him names.

He resisted the urge to speak for only one reason. He was building up an enormous mouthful of spit. It was a glorious thing, and it only got larger and larger as his body pressed against the wall. With every bad joke and funny little statement Eros just grew angrier and angrier, muscles tensing. Oh god. This guy was the most annoying son of a bitch to ever grace this horrible earth. Somehow he was going to make him regret this. To wish he had never demanded Eros cooperate in this search (Which he had no intention of doing) and to wish he had never-

What? Surprised once again, he actually swallowed down hard on the saliva pooling in his mouth, looking at the cyborg in disbelief. Maybe if Fingers had have had a sense of humor he would have thought it was a joke.

"You have to be the worst cop I have ever met."

No. Eros wasn't going to say he was insane for letting the leader of the Argonauts go. Nor was he going to mention how that kid wasn't his partner. He wasn't even about to mention that he had the plans for a device that would be the cops undoing in his pocket. And he was especially not going to discuss the fact that he had zero intention of actually capturing his 'partner'. How Mr. Cupid wanted to scream that he was fucking famous, that this was disrespect, that he was the trophy prize of any lawmans career and that he was a dumbass for letting him go and how he would be the laughing stock of everyone. HE WAS EROS KAMA, HE BLEW UP BUILDINGS, KILLED POLICE, OVERTHREW THE GOVERNMENT!

"But I can't resist an intelligent offer." Brains got the best of his arrogance. A smile which was actually his teeth grinding. Shoulders shrugged, hands raising up in defeat. This was too good. On his one off day when he just so hapened to get caught, he got caught by the stupidest (but most aggrivating) guy ever. Stepping just outside of the alley, resisting the desire to whistle, he remembered why he loved Sundays.

"And lookie there," One of six fingers extended itself, pointing to the kid. "Go fetch, government dog."

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Alistair watched and he waited, tapping his metal foot to some unknown rhythm. It was odd, it was strange, it was downright stupid of him not to force a search on the mutant. The cop was very much aware of the possibilities that surrounded Eros. Terrorists were commonplace, organized terrorists a bit rarer. But when your body was cracked open on a regular basis for whitecoats to tinker around in, when your mind was royally fucked with to make you "better" or "more efficient", when any sense of individuality and independence was attempted to be smothered out -- well, it tended to make a guy pretty apathetic towards his job and the people he worked with. There was no pride in what he did, no personal mission to rid the streets of criminals and dangers alike.

Alistair was a tool, a soldier plucked from the war and thrown into a program without his consent. He preformed because it was required of him. Should he go out of bounds, deviate from the mission the fuckwits part of the cyborg program bestowed upon him he'd be terminated. A code would be entered into the server, transmitted, and every cybernetic attachment that kept him functioning would short-circuit and stop. That's why the government cyborgs behaved. It was all about self-preservation and the small hope that people would wake up and realize that human rights were, you know, still kind of important. Yeah right. Not in this lifetime.

So Alistair was content with (relatively) being a dog of the government. But that didn't mean that he played by their rules all the damned time, oh no, that would be boring and if it was one thing Alistair hated, it was to be bored. His entertainment was drawn from others. His mission in life was to get a rise out of even the iciest of bastards. And, to be fair, Alistair was pretty good at it. Just look at Cupid over there, all annoyed and bothered.

The cop broke into another wide grin, the gesture making him appear younger than he actually was. " I get that a lot," The cyborg rolled his shoulders back in a shrug, " But, you know, I really couldn't give a rat's ass. Are you game or not?" He was pleased that, in fact, Eros was "game" and followed the direction of the mutant's extended finger. He pursed his lips and tilt his head as if contemplating something over.

" Thanks, Fingers, you've been a doll." He was sure to draw out the last word and to weigh it down with unnecessary sweetness before turning on his heel and strolling very calmly in Isaac's direction. " Alright, you ass monkey, I'm feeling generous today so here's the deal. You had over the badge and I let you off scott-free. You don't and I chase you around the city, waste both our times, and when I catch you -- and I will--- I'll cart your ass down to the precinct and, by golly, your world will be limited to a five by five cell. And I don't think there's much boarding to be done in there." Again he waited. He didn't really care what the outcome was, but he was going to get his badge back no matter what.

[Rip]

He had been standing there in absolute silence, hardly even breathing as he decided when the right moment to do this was when-

"And lookie there, Go fetch, government dog."

Aw shit.

Shooting a annoyed, dissapproving look towards Fingers the Freak, he didn't bother trying to hide anymore and held off on blasting full speed out of that damned ally just because he was curious to what assface just agreed too. Concidering he hadn't been shot yet while Robocop obviously knew he was there meant he probably wanted something, and the only something Isaac had to offer was the badge he stole about four minutes ago. Like hell he was getting that back though, concidering how amazingly flawless that had been. Sure, it would have been smoother to sneak by unnoticed and swipe it but then there'd be no novelty in the whole HOLYCRAP THAT KID ALMOST TOOK MY FUCKING HEAD OFF. Isaac loved the novelty. Besides, like most kids his age who were riding around on an 'improvised' (made from stolen parts) hover board, he was living in poverty. The 'slums' weren't exactly accurate, since he moved around so much and not just from city to city and poor areas differed per location, but all the same, he was hungry and wanted dinner.

Isaac did not apperciate being called ass monkey. He also didn't apperciate being told what to do. At all.

Feet still on the board, which was vibrating very lightly under him and glowing a light blue along the bottom, the kid put his hands up behind his head, giving a little cocky grin, eyes half closing. "You're getting transexual leg-juice all over the street. And your offer sucks. Watching you hop after me would be more fun."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Eros wasn't grinning from ear to ear because it was funny. It was because he was taking delight in Alistairs suffering. Also because he somehow just avoided getting eaten by a dog or gropped by a half-machine. Thumbs slipped into his back pockets, brow raising as he stayed for just a few seconds to watch the scene unfold.

Oh god, this was priceless. Kama had never seen television himself, but he imagined it couldn't be half as amusing as this. Immediately he decided he liked this kid if he stood up to this annoying-as-fuck cop. Nice board skills too, and a quick enough hand to steal that badge. Maybe if he caught up to him later he'd see if they could work something out.

But the bi-coloured man wasn't stupid. He couldn't stick around much longer, Robo here might decide that if he couldn't get his badge back he might as well take out whatever remaining aggression he had on poor little him. Besides, he had to pick up those books and soap. And while he was at it get the parts for something special. A little present for his new police friend. There was revenge to be had.

It wouldn't be hard to find his name and where he could hit him. Hands holded in the small of his back, step light. Sure. He was abandoning that poor kid to get manhandled by the cop, but, somehow he doubted Isaac would get caught.

Eros was gone for now. Taken off down the street, turning a quick alleyway and diving down into some random persons cellar only to exit through the other door. For all intensive purposes, neither of them would be able to catch up with him. Not when they were so enthralled with one anothers company. But Eros Kama had intentions of catching up with both of them.

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Alistair hadn't even looked back when Eros took his leave. The sound of the man's footfalls told the cop enough. A deal was a deal and Eros had helped him find Isaac (even though it had required no effort) and he wasn't one to go back on his word. Some sliver of morality had survived the onslaught of his brain being fucked with again and again.

Striking blue eyes flashed in the kid's direction, wide and confused. "Transexual wha?" The cyborg repeated before dropping his gaze down to his mangled leg. His eyes then moved to the puddle of liquid gathering by his feet. Alistair following the gleaming trail of cybernetic goop all the way back to where it disappeared around the corner of the wall.

"Oh, right." He muttered, having obviously completely forgotten about the wound. It was hard to remember important shit like that when your body wasn't screaming in pain. What he did feel was something that could be likened to a simple touch, a tap on the shoulder. Sometimes it was hard to negotiate where the signals were coming from. The scientists had yet to completely work that out, to make things flow seamlessly between his body and his mind. It was the future, sure, but the human brain was still one of the greatest enigmas in existence.

That did change things. Alistair could only keep up chase for a limited time before he bled out and his systems froze. He debated whether or not to pull his gun on the kid but something, a sharp emotional pang, made him drop that idea. Alistair wasn't sure where the emotion had come from but it was obviously tied with his memories, his past -- both of which he really couldn't recall that well. It was as if his life had been turned into a puzzle but none of the pieces fit quite right and some were missing. Whatever it was, it had saved Isaac from what would've been a piss-your-pants-in-fear situation.

"Then what," He ground out between grit teeth, "Pray tell, would be a better offer in your eyes?" He was bargaining with criminals now. Alistair hated losing but he was in a shit poor situation, it was obvious he was losing ground. His only consolation was the fact that his boss, the infamous Captain, would have a conniption if he knew that Alistair had let a mutant slip past and was now trying to strike a deal with a thief.

[Rip]

While Robo-cop busied himself with examining his torn up limb, Isaac debated taking off. He saw Fingers make an exit, and the kid only gave him a knowing glance. He hadn't expected the guy to stick around, not when he just nearly got grobed by a can-opener, but selling him out was a pretty rotten thing regaurdless. Whatever; out of sight, out of mind. So why, exactly hadn't he zoomed off like the intersteller ass gremlin he was? Truth be told, he knew the cop was going to make another offer since he backed himself into a corner. One way out. Well, two if you counted police brutality.

Despite the obvious danger looming just a few feet away, the teenager was realitivly calm and extremely curious when questioned about his methods. He might have even brightened a bit, lowering his hands to cross over his chest instead of behind his head, looking expectant. "You know how it works. Or you should. Badges are nice things to have, even if they're stolen. Some people will do alot to get them. If you want it, you trade for it."

What could this man possibly have that would warrent the return of his materialzed authority? Food? Money? Nothing he couldn't get with the badge. No, a symbol of respect can only be swaped for another symbol of respect. One that worked with intimidation like a brother. One far more useful then a shiney peice of metal that might have a tracking device on it- Lord knows they kept these guys on a short leesh.

Isaac wanted something useful.

"I want your gun. Empty the amo if you want; I can get that myself."