Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

Market
This beautiful evening she was in the market place, totally content and happy and loving life. Work for the port was going smoothly, things in her life were right perfect. Stalker, she adored him like no other and was always on her mind. Tonight she was reading some letters from friends far from this land, it takes time for letters to be sent and these letters were sent months ago, but the content was still something she valued. Sitting at a small table at a little cafe shop, with a biscuit on her left, and a cup of tea to her left, she was just reading with a smile on her face. A friend had recently had a child, a little girl, and another friend just had a littler of baby sleens, seven in total.

Though they were just little missives of life in the east, she was missing them. More so when she reads the letters of how good things are going for them in their lives. No wars, no murders most foul. Everyone in her life seemed to be doing alright. Yay for people doing alright.

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Badlands
*25 miles south of Night City*

He told Haven he had to head out into the desert for something important. 'Nomad shit' he told her with a bit of a grin and shrug. She was skeptical, but since the desert was where Echo had the best chance of survival, she didn't question him further. She might later

The ARCH Fenix rumbled along the sands at low speed for a few more miles. Aiming for a small, dirty hill that rose up out of the ground like a dead turtle's back. Once the front wheel of the motorcycle hits the base, he guns the engine a little more to send it climbing.

Straight to the top where he sets the kickstand and dismounts. Echo pulls the seat cushion up to expose the storage compartment beneath it. Inside; a bottle of Centzon and seven plastic shot glasses, all neatly stacked together.

A quick look up at the sky and the orientation of the stars to point himself in the proper direction. To where it happened.

A flat rock he'd set up here 5 years ago is where he sets out each shot glass side by side. Then pours a dose of tequila into each one.

Today's date was 06/06/2082.

It's been six years.

He can't believe he made it this long without them.

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Diabolical!

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Port Korat
My arms on you , I have you now ... The bite into my rough , calloused hand did little but make me grimmas some , and so I keep it covering your mouth , careful to not allow you to take a finger .. That I wouldn't want to do without ..

Tucking your body under my right arm , I stand and carry you out of that little hovel that you've been using .. A voice sounds down from the roof above us as I walk out into the wet street .. It's Mandla..

"This was not the plan Wolf.."

I shrug and reply with my back to him..

"Plans change Raider .. To the new ship .."

..A nod to my slave to follow , and I am off , down the docks and away from the smelly fishermans warf..

((L/P.. For now..))

Delays posting the play link to force the Echo hat trick, whereupon he wins a free T-shirt

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You know Perry won't object to just having to alk downstairs, vs go somewhere else.

Might move it to Fables instead of Tech Noir since that's in use tonight. I don't like burying fresh scenes if I can avoid it.

That we do! We got a plan to man!

No worries. We got tomorrow to RP.

Port Korat
( (It is time for me to excuse myself good night and thank you for ... all of it ))

Probably late for me to start something, sadly.

Oh...that is true.

I did have an idea for a sad Echo scene, but it would be soloish.

Unless Perry stumbles across him in the outskirts.

You could have just let them post it on the cork, though!

releasing your mane a monet..pulling my hands from you

I unbutton my denim blouse..pulling it open...

small breasts are tipped by erect dark pink nipples

I look at you before taking your mane again..pulling you to me