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I land with a crunch that tells me the remaining organic ribs in my left side need replacing.

“I bet that hurt, Shields.”

Fast footsteps betray his next move. I brace, left arm tight. Sure enough, Manny lands a running kick that would have driven shards of those ribs into my lung.

“I bet that hurt, Shields.”

Manny does the silent and deadly thing, all dressed up in custom leathers. No-one had the guts to tell him he only looks sullen and silly before tonight. He’s taking it badly.

At the top of the enhanced human food chain is the bioengineered soldier. Of course, down on the streets, there are many who want that sort of power. Without the inconveniences of dedication, training, and a lifetime commitment.

A fast grab-and-throw: I take the short flight back across the street.

“I bet that hurt, Shields.”

The reason why Manny sounds like his audio’s stuck is a side effect of Doctor Clifford Lomax’s answer to a poor person’s bio-enhancement cravings: Rooster, available in syrettes that let you hop yourself up from unbalanced to crazed whenever your self-esteem needs a boost. You get super strength, super speed, super resilience, random aneurysms, and a craving for Rooster.

“Going to kill you now, Shields.”

Rooster users are tough targets, but I can usually tame ‘em. Manny’s ex-service, like me. He’s more than I can handle – on my own.

“No. You’re not.” The voice comes from a medium-tall gent in a virulent purple shirt, barefoot below spotless, razor-creased cream chinos.

“Okay, mister loud shirt, you first, then Lincoln.”

Manny makes a move so fast I can’t track it. He misses. The gent taps Manny on the shoulder.

“Try again, punk.”

Manny spins about and launches a vicious something that stops with a wet ‘snap’. His upper arm forms a right-angle. Manny screams. The gent smiles.

“Manny, meet Don.”

“My arm!”

Manny seems to be having trouble getting past his bendy humerus problem.

“Don wanted to meet you, seeing as you’ve been touting yourself as bio-enhanced. He wanted to see if you have what it takes.”

Don’s smile disappears.

“If you don’t, he’s going to take what you have.”

His moves are a blur. The impacts sound like a fast stick-on-stick rhythm. Manny’s eyes go wide while his mouth forms a perfect ‘O’. The noise stops and Manny drops, shattered in his skin

A hand grabs my collar and brings me upright, leaning against the wall I bounced off.

“Thanks, Linc. Another city closed to Lomax’s legacy.”

Don’s the real deal. Bio-enhanced from the age of fourteen. We met when he saved me from a nasty death a decade ago. Since then, we’ve helped each other out. This little to-do is the usual set-up: I do the finding and luring out, he does the stopping. Doesn’t usually hurt this much, though.

“Don’t call for at least two months.”

Don laughs: “Deal. With Manny ended, Lomax will be running again.”

“Shame I couldn’t lure him out.”

“Never a chance. He always gets a power-hungry fool like Manny to front for him. Gives him time to flee.”

“High cunning and low courage. Never a good combination.”

“Too right. But, he’s running out of cities to disappear into.”

“I’ll keep an eye out. He’s the sort who might try to double back.”

Don nods: “Appreciated. Let’s get you to hospital.”

“So you can leave ‘em your payment details and head off while I’m in surgery?”

“Affirmative. I have a renegade deserter mad doctor to hunt.”

“Next time, the ribs are on a plate, and on you.”

My cyber P.I. returns, just taking a beating and earning a living, as you sometimes have to.
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IllusionsMadeReal Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2017   Writer
His insurance premiums must be through the roof! o_o
Rafellin Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2017  Professional Writer
Insurance? Real Cyber P.I.s don't have that, just clients who cover medical expenses. :)
IllusionsMadeReal Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2017   Writer
Those poor bank accounts. X_X
Lady-Pilot Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2017
great story...but the tought of enhanced veterans...this would be bad...
Rafellin Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2017  Professional Writer
It's where the progress will inevitably occur, unfortunately.

But, there are good ones, like Lincoln Shields.

There's a couple of his other adventures in my gallery:
Bad CyberThe Amour Club is light on love and heavy on by-the-minute. It’s popular with non-johns as the full-time privacy mode prevents surveillance and squashes infobuzz down to a whisper of priority feeds.
I usually enjoy being anywhere that quietens my ConstantTouch and serves JD in liquid form. But the Amour’s regulars are lowlifes who’ll never make it, because talk is cheaper than decisions and appearances are cheaper than experience. Tonight, however, I’m being paid to put up with them for a while.
“Lincoln Shields, as I live and breathe. Who cracked your rock and drove you into the light?”
The comedian on my left is Vinny Roe. The cybernasty on my right is Vinny’s latest goon, Clem. No surname on record. No specialities, either; he’ll do anything that pays him to hurt people.
Vinny waves at the ancient robot bartender – this place is so cheap it won’t even hire an android.
“Get Mister Shields another of whatever mouthwash
Gumshoe It’s six in the morning and I’m just south of awful, on the train to nowhere fast. Haven’t seen my bed since Wednesday, and I think that was two days ago, but I’m not sure.
 That’s the problem with ConstantTouch; it keeps feeding your brain information after you give it a topic. For a private operator like me, it’s essential, but I miss being able to give up on a job to spend a night with an inhaler full of JD. So, it’s too early, too late and I have nothing to show for my lacks of sleep and hangover apart from a stack of RealTaste Winston butts in the corner of the doorway I’ve been lurking in.
 Just as I’m feeling sorry for myself, the door that’s been my focus for way too long opens and she glides out like her ten-thousand-credit designer soles are gravtac units. Dorothea Sayers, darling of the cheatsheets and an eyeful of desire for anything human and below the age of ninety. I guess there’s a couple
Lady-Pilot Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2017
It makes me shudder when thinking about the uncared for today...
Rafellin Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2017  Professional Writer
Yes. Things are not going to improve for a while if at all, I suspect.
Lady-Pilot Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2017
Maybe we should find beter politicians?
Rafellin Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2017  Professional Writer
Good idea.
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