The Uplink World
You are blinded by the headlights of the cars rushing past, and steady yourself on a streetlamp, before rushing off...Into a parked taxi
As your eyes re-adjust, you see the driver's asleep; sleeping off what looks like it was probably a p0rn binge.
"Hey, driver! Wake up! I need to be someplace ASAP!
The driver awakens and instinctively covers his privates, then notices that move wasn't necessary, and starts to act innocent. He turns over one magazine onto another and sneaks the laptop screen down. Clearing his throat, he askes, "where am I driving you?"
You're debating between your apartment, and the mysterious address when a bullet flies by the taxi. The driver screams at you to get out of his taxi NOW, but he changes his mind after seeing his side-mirror explode. He narrowly misses stacks of garbage dumpsters, but manages to turn a few corners in a row.
The driver's still going as fast as he can since he's not entirely sure he's lost the shooters, but he feels comfortable enough to ask you, "Who you'd piss off; your bookie, dealer, or pimp?"
"I have a pretty good feeling it was I.N.T.E.R.", you reply.
The driver looks at you for a second, then presses the hidden fuel-injection button under the steering wheel. He asks, "has anyone has emailed you with the safe-house address", as he turns off of the main road.
As your eyes re-adjust, you see the driver's asleep; sleeping off what looks like it was probably a p0rn binge.
"Hey, driver! Wake up! I need to be someplace ASAP!
The driver awakens and instinctively covers his privates, then notices that move wasn't necessary, and starts to act innocent. He turns over one magazine onto another and sneaks the laptop screen down. Clearing his throat, he askes, "where am I driving you?"
You're debating between your apartment, and the mysterious address when a bullet flies by the taxi. The driver screams at you to get out of his taxi NOW, but he changes his mind after seeing his side-mirror explode. He narrowly misses stacks of garbage dumpsters, but manages to turn a few corners in a row.
The driver's still going as fast as he can since he's not entirely sure he's lost the shooters, but he feels comfortable enough to ask you, "Who you'd piss off; your bookie, dealer, or pimp?"
"I have a pretty good feeling it was I.N.T.E.R.", you reply.
The driver looks at you for a second, then presses the hidden fuel-injection button under the steering wheel. He asks, "has anyone has emailed you with the safe-house address", as he turns off of the main road.