2012 12 02

Sun Dec 2 2072 The rifle is quiet, whisper quiet. This is it's intended function, so that seems apt. The Gunman reaches out on reflex, but there's no hot brass to catch in his cyberhand. This one's caseless, an upgrade. There's a blink, as he watches his target's body crumple and then he starts moving. A moment taken to catch breath, dull the adrenaline rush and appear casual. He steps out and turns away from the scene at a stroll. Around the next corner he tosses the apartment key in a dumpster. Another turn sees all the SIN sticks tossed into another dumpster. Then he's away, strolling.