Stranger in a Stranger Land (Worm/Fate/Grand Order)

[NOTTHISWAY]

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Tarot wasn't my thing. I wasn't superstitious, my reluctance to go into the Fortuneteller's tent was not because I was afraid of any supernatural forces, rather, I just didn't want to spend my money on it, but with it being free and me having nothing better to do, I went into the tent.

Right now, I can't even remember where I'd been. The last thing I remember as I fall is that tent, is walking into it... The fortuneteller's face was shrouded in shadow, hidden underneath a thick hooded cloak. When I stepped past the curtains that hid her from outside view, she had a set of golden cards spread out in front of me on a circular table, sitting on a purple cloth.

She spoke only a few words, "pick a card", with a measured, calm and collected voice, and as soon as my finger touched the card that I didn't even notice I chose, I saw a ruby red eye within a keyhole that suddenly opened up, like a swinging door and then I fell deep into the abyss.

I woke.

Standing, on my feet. I woke suddenly. There was nothing behind me, no past. I stepped out of the tent, and I looked around me. Buildings made of brick and mortar. An inner city, the architecture being a vaguely western mishmash of old and worn down buildings as well as more modern, slightly less run down and worn down buildings.

It wasn't familiar. But then, nothing really was familiar.

I brought a hand to my face and adjusted my glasses - glasses? I was wearing glasses. Did I need glasses? I didn't remember. Pulling them off, the world around me remained vivid and defined, the glasses were just for show then.

My hands were encased in red gloves, my fingers were thin and my hands were slim, feminine. Looking around myself, I caught sight of a window. I had to know what I looked like, the window was a bit dirty but clean enough to reflect my visage back at me. The sidewalk under me felt like it was moving as I took my first step, and I cast my gaze down.

Greaves and shin guards in black steel with glowing green cross marks, red high heeled boots that were a little hard to work on... I was waering black tights, no, as I noticed, looking at myself, I was wearing a black bodyglove, with detailed cross markings of duller black, a bright lime green torso cover, complete with a breastplate molded to my chest, and a half-jacket in red and black sitting on my shoulders.

Powered servos hissed along my wrists as my huge green and black vambraces let me have full range of motion, how had I not noticed those from before?

Shaking my head, I tried to collect myself, walking step by step, moving as if I was trying to walk through thick, sweet and delicious molasses, gaining control of my body with each step, approaching a severely run down brick building next to a steel warehouse, the closest window to me.

My own visage looked back at me. Pale skin, golden eyes, glasses, a petite nose... I thought I could even describe myself as cute. The X motif across my armor was even more obvious now that I could see it directly.

I touched my face, making sure that, yes, that was me.

I ran my fingers along the pale blonde tresses that fell beside my ear, my own golden eyes almost glinting in the glow of the phosphorus streetlights as if I was glaring at myself. Trying to relax was pointless, that was my resting face... My hair was very long, I could tell, and as I tilted my head forward, I noticed much of it was tied behind my head into a bun, held together with a tight braid.

I could hear the sound of vehicles, cars, in the distance. The failure of an exhaust pipe caused it to be much louder, almost deafeningly so, as I saw a car rip through the street past me, blasting unintelligible garbling that might've been rap, it was filled with idiots in black, green and blue getups, laughing and partying.

My nose scrunched, the stench of piss was reaching it as the sights, sounds and smells of the city around me became all the more evident, as if I was falling off of a trance, the daze leaving me as I caught up with the world around me.

I didn't know where I was, but it was a city, a very decently populated one if the din and hubbub around me was anything to go by. Car noises never ceased even as the car that had just sped past me faded into the distance. The district around me seemed mostly abandoned, but some of the warehouses were still in use.

Sniffing the air, I caught the salty scent of the sea, a body of saltwater nearby, with a hint of rotten fish, urine, feces and the vague scent of street foods.

I needed a vantage point. Looking around, I searched for an emergency exit from the taller buildings, ladders or stairs or anything I could use to get up, finding nothing, the only one that even had an escape stairwell on the ally next to it was broken and only the upper half remained, the rest only debris at the mouth of the alley.

Could I-

No, a thought flashed across my head. I didn't need stairs, what was I thinking? The Quantum Armor I was wearing was equipped with boosters, I could, no, I didn't even need boosters to clear that jump. I knew, I knew immediately, I was strong, strong enough to make a three stories leap... so I did. I jumped, using as much strength as I thought I needed, clearing the jump and going up, and up, and up- well past twice the height I'd attempted to go.

Flailing in the air, pure instinct guided my thoughts as I activated the thrusters on my boots and the Gravity Manipulation program of the Quantum Armor, stabilizing myself in mid air and then releasing the world's grip on me, giving me a feeling and sensation of weightlessness that was really nice actually.

A little lost, I tried to kick my feet and grab at the air with my hands, trying to swim across the air, comically failing to get any movement done, I really was unstuck and unbound from gravity, pushing the air around me only moved me just a little.

Right.

Thrusters. This is why they were there. I activated them and with my mind tuned them to the lowest setting, giving me actual control of myself in mid air. My armguards had extra boosters as well, and I could slowly but surely gain control of myself, and with that, I could start to lower myself back down to the building, decreasing the power of my thrusters and anti-gravity device.

As I came down slowly, I could look around, and realize, I really had no idea where I was. I could tell I was almost certainly in a city, a coastal city. A HUD on my glasses informed me of the conditions, screens appearing right in front of my eyes, somehow perfectly fit to match my field of view without obscuring anything.

Most of the information wasn't exactly helpful. Mostly just telling me the temperature, humidity, wind speed... No location information. No useful minimap popping up somewhere to guide me in real time.

Instead of going down, I activated the thrusters and flew up a little. To the south was an affluent area, with many high rice buildings, probably the rich downtown area of the city if I had to take a guess. To the west, a residential district that faded from an urbanized area to the south to affluent suburbs to the southwest, and a poorer inner city closer to my own location, seemingly sprawling towards the north as well, where a heavily industrial area had once been, though now, it seemed most of it was lost, derelict and abandoned.

Right under me was an industrial center, most of which seemed to still be active, I seemed to be in a large bay, I must've been in the industrialized area of the docks, the commerical areas to the south was a lot nicer.

Looking to the east, I saw, almost like a beacon, a monolith built out of an oil rig, a massive fortress... my glasses immediately began presenting me with data. Some sort of shield was running interference, and its properties were immediately presented. Repulsor shield, would withstand most forms of attack, more experimentation would be needed.

I could at least get my bearings. I was in a city. I think I can understand the language, the signs I saw were in English. That means I'm in an English-speaking country.

A city with what appeared to be... or to have been a thriving maritime industry, because as I looked down, I saw a massive graveyard of ships of many sizes, abandoned shipyards, warehouses... a humongous oil supertanker was blocking most of the entryway to the industrialized part of the bay.

Road and car size, as well as the small sidewalks, suggested I was in the USA.

Okay.

That was a start at least.

The Gravity Manipulation device was a bit overtaxed, so I had to slowly let it drop me, generating a counter-gravity pull that negated the world's grip on me was causing it to overheat, and my chest was feeling a little strained.

I got the idea, using too much power too quickly was not a great idea. Coming down to the roof of a three story building, the tallest in my immediate area and for a few blocks, I had to think about what I could and what I should do.

I...

Didn't know who I was. No idea really. In fact, I couldn't tell you my name, I couldn't tell you where I was from nor could I even tell you where I was going.

But I can tell you just what I am. There's a determination within me that tells me what path I have to follow... I could even tell you that this was something I had chosen for myself, maybe I wasn't even aware of what I was choosing when I did, but, while I don't know my name, I can tell you what I am.

I am a Villain.

Unbound by the rules of society, opposing the Heroes who stood for all things Good and Healthy, championing Sweets and defending Snacks from all who would insist on a balanced and nutritious diet... And I could certainly tell you what I want.

I definitely want to eat something sweet. I can already feel my energy levels depleting, even as the pressure in my chest and the heat emanating from within lessened, I could feel that pang of emptiness. I needed something sweet, delicious... I needed sugar, carbs and everything nice. I needed to eat!

Good thing I'm a villain, otherwise I'd be worried about how I could go about obtaining food!

It was night, but the world around me was still moved. The streetlights illuminated the world around me, though there were many that weren't working quite well, some were flickering every few seconds, others were completely out.

The first matter on my list of problems to solve was obtaining food, and that meant finding a place that had food. The warehouses around me were either abandoned or, based on what I could see, not exactly stocked. They probably had security inside, but I couldn't see anything overt beyond security cameras on a few of them, so they were in use.

The signs were all about hardware and equipment and that sort of stuff, none of them had anything I cared about in them. None of them seemed to be food companies of any sort.

While I definitely wanted sweets, and I wanted them as soon as possible, I could satisfy my hunger at least temporarily by just eating whatever I found that was edible, it would not be anywhere near close to as energy efficient, but I could definitely tell I was running on fumes as it was.

To the northeast there was a fish market, and while the stink of rotten fish was strong, I might be able to find fresh fish from the day and be able to eat it. The whole area still had activity in it, not much, but, enough that I knew I would definitely be able to find a store that was still open, I could perhaps take the food I needed from them.

Another option was to go hit the suburbs in the hills to the southwest. I could probably break into a house and find something to eat, it would probably generate less attention and be less likely to bring me into a fight.

Northwest however was a more urbanized residential area, which contained large department stores and shops that I could no doubt find a meal in, but, undoubtedly, it would provoke a reaction from law enforcement.

Directly south in the big downtown area, the city was bustling as its nightlife was in full swing. Certainly, I could find something, probably might even find delicious, high quality sweets, chocolates, candy, perhaps even something exotic, but I'm guaranteed to find some sort of opposition there.

Conversely and opposite was directly going north, where I would find the most ethnically diverse and poorest section of the city. The poor were unlikely to be able to offer any resistance at all.

Or I could try to stay in the relatively central location I was at. I could see what appeared to be the asian quarter of the city. Surely they would have some delicious Japanese sweets... those were my favorite. Of course, I also expected the area to defend itself, depending on how tightly knit a community it was.

Whatever choice I made, I had to make it soon. I have enough juice to last me for a little bit, but I had to get some food in me. A cool breeze blew past me, the strands of my hair covering my vision for a moment, forcing me to tuck it behind one of my ears.

For all intents and purposes, whoever I was before didn't matter anymore. There's a part of me that still wonders who I was, what I was doing or how I ended up here, but what mattered in the present was survival, not pondering about the life I'd had before. Calming my hunger came first. Then shelter. Then I'd start worrying about everything else.

Carefully considering my options, I chose my next step...

 

[NOTTHISWAY]

Our Protagonist

Name: (Unknown)
Height: 154 cm/5'
Weight: 48 kg/105 lb
Sex: Female

STATS:

STRENGTH: A+	ENDURANCE: A+
AGILITY: C+	MANA: C
LUCK: E-	NOBLE PHANTASM: (UNKNOWN)

Strength (A+): An absolutely immense level of Strength, incomparable to that of normal humans, somewhere in the range between five and ten times greater than peak human physical strength, conditionally. The feats of strongmen might as well be child's play.

Endurance (A+): Physical endurance, resistance and stamina are all off the charts. Even low levels of superhuman strength would barely make an impact at this level. Conditionally, it could rise to an even higher degree.
Agility (C+): Speed of movement and reaction is three times greater than peak human level, conditionally rising even higher to above six times greater than peak human level, even the fastest of cats are in awe.

Mana (C): A considerable large capacity for Mana, much greater than peak human but not so immense as to be considered infinite

Luck (E-): Defying fate requires a great deal of effort. Throwing off the shackles of destiny is possible, but at a great cost.

Noble Phantasm (?): DATA UNAVAILABLE

SKILLS:

Quantum Armor (B):

An Assault-type powered suit fueled by the Altreactor. Semi-autonomous, magnifies all of the user's abilities and assists in the summon and manipulation of gravitational fields.

Gravitational Manipulation (B):

Freely manipulates gravity via the creation of virtual black holes. It is incapable of reducing the user's weight, making its usability as a flight enabling tool limited.

Extremity of Villains (A):

To live is the ultimate evil. Leave the scars of life in a hostile galaxy behind, take all of its treasures (read: sweets) for yourself!

Existence Outside the Domain (D):

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Mad Enhancement (C)

Your thoughts are your own... mostly. As long as nobody gets between you and your sweet, delicious sugary treats, anyway.

Magic Resistance (B):

You are highly resistant to esoteric effects of all sorts, diminishing the effect of abilities ranked lower than your own and entirely negating abilities perceived as much weaker than your own.

Altereactor (A+):

A source of infinite energy... powered by sugar. Produces infinite mana to constantly refill your reserves, but consumes large amounts of calories to do so. Effect is disabled if hungry.

 

[Zelretch_VPT]

I might be wrong but is she our favorite gluton space idol ?, (xx alter )

 

[Nephthys8079]

Ahhh ecchan....earth bet is fucked

 

[NOTTHISWAY]

I might be wrong but is she our favorite gluton space idol ?, (xx alter )

Click to shrink...

You are not wrong. The protagonist doesn't know who he is, but the chosen servant was indeed MHXX Alter.

 

[Sypho.uad]

Feels so weird whenever you post a sfw fic lol!

Thanks for the chapter!!

 

[NOTTHISWAY]

Surprisingly the mostly SFW ones are the most popular, so I figure, maybe I should do a little more.

Edit: wow that came out wrong, you'd think a writer would be better at communicating.

Basically I used to dismiss a lot of non-NSFW stories because I feared they wouldn't be very popular, ever since my cat reincarnation story had moderate success I've taken to doing a lot more of them.

 

[NOTTHISWAY]

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Robin Hood stole to the rich to give to the poor, or so the legend went.

I am the poor, therefore, I will now go steal from the rich, wealthy and more importantly, the unwary. Good thing people didn't look up as a norm, otherwise someone would've seen me leaping across roofs, conserving my energy and keeping my use of the anti gravity device to a minimum so that the Quantum Armor didn't drain my already dwindling reserves.

Sugar beckoned, and as I approached the rich parts of the city, the buildings started looking newer, more well cared for, more solidly built.

Towers of glass and steel, brightly painted storefronts, large signs glowing with neon lights... The bright lights, paradoxically, made it easier for me to sneak by, because they would blind the people walking along the street from the roofs of buildings, and jumping two stories, jumping three stories or even five made no difference, if need be I could use the Gravity Well Generation function of my armor to pull myself up to a skyscraper.

It's not like I was looking for something special, really, I was looking for any place that served food, but I must've come in through an inconvenient side, as I headed to the center of town, the largest building in the city, I was seeing mostly retail stores that sold domestic appliances, a lot of clothing stores... Toys, gaming...

Finally, after what felt like hours, even if the HUD on my glasses told me it'd just been a couple minutes, I found a bar, one that advertised food. Not my first choice, but beggars can't be choosers, and I certainly was a beggar. The place from outside looked surprisingly clean and large.

I don't know why when I saw the word bar I expected some dingy hole in the wall, poorly lit and even worse furnished, but as I slid down the side of a building to touch the ground on an alley that was only a few buildings away and across the streets from the bar, I noticed it had a large parking lot, mostly filled with large trucks and motorbikes.

The bar had a sign on it that said it'd been there for at least four decades, and it had a lot of decoration on it. Mighty warriors with horned helmets and bear pelt capes, its sign had a logo with a pair of axes in front of an oval shaped shield, though even from where I was I could tell the decor was fake, no edge on those axeheads.

Now, were I some kind of stealth expert, a ninja, a thief or an assassin of some sort, I might have had a better idea of how to sneak into the place and take food without being seen. That might've been easy, simple, convenient and resulted in me getting into way less trouble.

But, you see, that's not how I do things. Not because I don't want to, mind, but rather, because I'm really, really hungry and I have neither the wherewithal nor the patience to take things slowly and carefully.

I hunger, and I must feed.

So crossing the streets after looking both ways to make sure no car was coming, I went past the big trucks, a lot of which had multiple decals, and then moved past the bikes, almost skipping as my entire mind was consumed with thoughts of finally putting an end to my hunger!

Or maybe it was the smell that came from inside. Junk food, fried fish and fried potatoes, fried chicken, roasted meat... There was a large man, with big muscles, bald, tattoos all over his exposed arms and neck, the biggest and most prominent being one of a wolf on his right bicep, with a sword gripped between its teeth.

"Who the fuck are-"

"Do you serve food here?" I asked, simply and clearly.

"You a cape or just playin'?" the man hissed, "we don't take kindly to wannabes 'round these here parts, girly, so-"

"That doesn't answer my question, do you serve food here?" I asked again, looking at his beady little brown eyes.

"This a bar, girl, and you don't look like-"

I grabbed his wifebeater and used it as a handle to toss him out of the way. I did not use my gravity manipulation to soften the impact either, he hit one of the bikes and the noise it made as it knocked several of them over was deafening, crashing of steel on steel and screeching of metal getting bent.

The door was stylized to look like it was an old wooden gate, but it wasn't heavy, I stepped forward, planted my left foot, raised my right, placed it on the door near the handle, then with a burst of strength accompanied by the whirring of my armor's servos and motors, I pushed the door open, with a kick, and totally didn't just kick it off its hinges.

The deafening slam of the door hitting the ground even made me flinch, and I was expecting it.

Caught in how awkward the situation was, I stepped in and cleared my throat.

"I'm here for your food, hand it over!" I declared, not even looking where I was pointing, just following my nose, the nearest table had a fairly large guy with a scarred face, with a woman in each arm, all three of them wearing thick riding leathers, black with wanna be tough guy spikes and metal bits decorating it.

"The fuck are you?!" the guy shouted, pushing the two women aside.

He was wearing what I could only assume was an attempt at a vaguely cat themed mask, seemed to be missing the lower half that would go over his mouth, but it did a good enough job at hiding his identity I suppose.

"CAPE!!" someone screamed, and then, there were people diving under the tables, near the back a bunch of guys dove behind the counter, and some people knocked their tables over, sending their precious food and their less precious drink tumbling to the ground, dirtying it as if to deny me the food!

Huffing, I stepped forward. "Hey! Don't do that! That's my food!" I shouted, though I technically hadn't stolen it yet.

"Light that bitch up!!" the dude with the cat mask shouted, as he pulled a black pistol, I couldn't see what kind as the bar's lighting was deliberately kept dim and low. Before I could tell what was going on, I first heard the sound of the gunshots, and then, the pings on my glasses' HUD.

I was getting shot at. A quick scan with my eyes showed me there were eight guys, three behind tables they'd knocked over, four more sticking their heads out from under two tables, and the final one just standing out in the open, all firing with guns of varying sizes and styles, mostly just pistols and revolvers.

The cat mask guy then fired a couple shots, his gun was bigger than most but it just bounced off my chestplate anyway, two of them ricocheting into the ceiling and the third shot ricocheting off into a window.

"Can you not?" I asked, as the shooting stopped. I found myself strangely calm despite having so many people attacking me, those piddly little things just did not register as a threat at all, I thought guns should be a threat and yet-

Oh.

Two of the people who dove behind the counter stood up, one of them was holding a big two handed gun that he pumped, causing an unspent shell to come flying out of it, and the other had a smaller but no less threatening looking gun, one that had a huge magazine attached near its front.

The first slug hit me and my armor immediately felt it, the hit was dispersed but immediately I felt the slight strain, it became obvious that small arms fire was no issue, but big slugs like that actually drained my energy in order to block them.

That was a problem.

I didn't just stand there much longer, however, even if it's intimidating as heck to stand there and just shrug off gunshots, I didn't want to chance running out of energy before I had a chance to recharge the reactor in my body that would refuel my suit, so to that end I dove out of the way when the guy with the submachinegun opened fire.

As I did, I heard a horrified scream behind me, no doubt the doorman had just stupidly come in through the door, I turned to glance back and yep, there he was, holding his arm, he'd been shot.

Well that was his problem, not mine, my problem was the fact that as I dove and rolled out of the way along the hard concrete floor of the bar, I kept getting shot at, the gunfire followed me.

Good thing was, they didn't lead their shots, so I could just roll back up to my feet and jump towards the wall, then the ceiling, then the other wall, then back down next to two guys who had knocked their table over and were shooting their pistols at me from behind it.

I used their own table as cover as I rushed forward and then planted my hands against the hard wooden surface, it was thick and heavy, but nothing I couldn't handle even without manipulating its gravity, so I pushed it and the two people behind it, forcing them back and against another table, slamming the two tables together.

The mighty wooden crash and crack heralded the cries of pain and horror, those two guys behind that table were caught in the middle, and with my position I could leap over the wreckage of the two tables and get at the guy firing from behind the other table, kicking him in the head and sending him flying back, bleeding from his nose, his gun flying off his hand as he rolled on the floor.

"Fuckin' Bitch!"

I didn't need my armor to warn me about the danger, I could feel the shift in the air as it happened, and I turned around as a table and several chairs were launched at me, first a strong gust of wind hit me, then in a panick, I closed each of my hands around a weapon that seemed to manifest out of thin air, two long stylized iron rods with big heads that opened up and flashed reddish magenta laser blades.

Neither knowing nor caring where the two scythes in my hands came from, I slashed them forward in a cross shaped pattern and sliced the incoming tables and chairs to bit, burning most of them to ashes, cinders and black unidentifiable burnt bits, doing the same when the follow up came in the form of slashing blades of wind.

I could see the distortion in the air but only just barely, so I was mostly just guessing, the scythes should've been awkward weapons to wield but swinging them around came as easily as anything, I could even step forward and dodge around the debris forming around me, it was like I knew just where to put my feet and even when to put my weight on my soles or on my toes.

My body knew how to move almost by itself, and even my armor activated, allowing me to counter a large whirling ball of wind blades by jumping in the air and becoming a twirling tornado of red laser blades that cut the wind and sapped its force away, leaving only a stiff breeze that moved my bangs out of my sight for a moment.

"Bro is that dual laser scythes!? That's the coolest fucking shit!"

"Stop looking at her and shoot you retard!"

Right, the shotgun guy was still a threat. I wondered if... I took a step towards him then threw one of my scythes at him, the laser blade seemingly spinning with unreal precision and accuracy, the fantastically well timed throw managing to hit his weapon, and I only took one of his fingers off as I knocked the weapon away!

I'd hoped for a total of no fingers chopped but a win's a win.

Submachine gun guy was shocked and horrifed by what he'd just seen and by the time he raised his weapon to start firing upon me again, I had more than enough time to jump towards him, throwing my other scythe without looking at the wind blades guy, cutting through another of his attacks, somersaulting forward and high in the air as I caught the scythe I had thrown before and then landed right in front of submachinegun guy.

"Fu-"

I crashed through the counter and into him, knocking him to the ground, following him down and then rolling off of him as he groaned.

I think I heard something snap and crack.

Again, not my problem. I'm a villain I don't worry about the damage I cause when I'm doing villain things.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU HUH!?"

It seemed like the cat mask guy had managed to block my attack, there was a table mostly split at the middle with the emitter of my laser scythe caught and stuck between the two halves. He grabbed at it and turned my own weapon on me, holding it with one hand while he had some sort of claw on his other hand, two bladed.

That must be where he's firing the wind blades from. He throws the scythe at me and swipes his claw behind it, as if to throw it at me with even more strength empowered by his wind attack.

But I just raised my hand somehow knowing that if I willed it, the weapon would just return to my hand and it hit my palm almost gently, I clasped my fingers around it and then stood before him, wielding both scythes.

"Fuck you want cunt?! You some nigger loving bitch huh!?" he shouted. "You think you can attack an Empire bar huh!? I'll kill you you stupid-"

I leaned forward and dashed forward, clearing the distance between us in just an instant, and as he started to swipe his claw at me in response I shoulder checked the man, caring little that he was twice my size, crashing him through a table and against the wall, he gasped, then puked, and then fell over, and I barely managed to avoid getting vomit all over me.

There were a few people still up, some were still pointing their guns at me.

"I'm here for your food, hand it over, and I'll walk away and nobody else has to get hurt," I called out. "I'm going to start getting hangry now," I hissed, "you guys wouldn't like me when I'm hangry..!"

"W-Wait, you're not some jumped up hero?!" one of the guys called.

I huffed. "I won't ask again- pack up all the food you've got!"

One of the non-fighting counter guys went behind the counter and then as I kept everyone in sight, they got to gathering, and after a few minutes, came back out of the kitchen, holding a huge bag, the kind normally used for trash, on his hands.

"H-Here! This, this is all we've got to eat ready to go, I swear! Please don't hurt me!!"

Then he plopped the bag on top of the counter.

"Jessie you cowardly shit!!" another of the employees shouted.

"Goddammit Aaron you're gonna get us killed!" the smart employee shouted.

I didn't need to wait to know what the idiot was about to do. He tried to reach for the shotgun, but I didn't wait for him to. I dashed forward and, with the emitter for my scythe turned off, I struck him in the face, probably breaking his nose based on that nasty crack and the bleeding.

"Good, I'll be taking these," I said.

I scanned the bar one last time. It was a mess. But nobody seemed to want to fight anymore.

Good enough.

I grabbed the bag and then prepared to leave.

I couldn't, however, stay downtown.

I'd need to decide on an area, hopefully far from this one, to hunker down on and wait until the heat I've generated dies down.