(Work in Progress)

Riot requested to be dropped off a number of blocks away from where he actually lived after having replied to a request for quiet personal services that he could provide since he was a cross between a ripperdoc and a more mundane doctor and surgeon.  Slipping onto NCU's campus a few minutes later, his heavy work pack slung over his shoulder, he nodded to the ubiquitous Max's in their no-nonsense glossy black getups who more than kept the area quiet.  He certainly looked like the counterculture students that lived and took classes there so at least he blended in well without much any real effort.  It was one of the reasons why he'd taken advantage of his connections in finding his current residence.  Having a safe house, figuratively and literally, to retreat to helped keep him centered right now.

He dropped by the NCU Clinic along the way and slid his credchit to the pharmacist he knew there and dealt with, Thad...a peculiarly muscular and intimidating man considering he wasn't loaded full of cyberware, and fifteen minutes later he'd replenished the supplies he'd used over the last three days.  As he left he glanced at his credchit and sighed seeing as virtually every last eddie he'd gotten for his work had been eaten up in replacing what had been used over the three days he'd been working or was about to after the bills were paid.  Crossing the street he walked up to his Greystone home and entered after a few moments at the front door and a casual glance that was all to regular for him to see if he'd lost his tail that he'd spotted and it seemed that he had.

The front door closed and re-locked he glanced around the spartan front room.  No furniture at all in the front room but there was the foot of a sleeping bag peeking out from behind the detached kitchen island.  The open bedroom door showed that it wasn't a bedroom anymore but converted into a impromptu surgical room if he had any unexpected visitors.  A moment later he breathed in deeply and then let it out very slowly.  Satisfied he checked the landline for any messages before he dropped off the pack behind the island and opened up the tube that was strapped to the side of it.  Pulling out the old rifle he popped out and checked the magazine before reseating it and leaning it up behind the island as well.  Peeling off his clothes on the way to the shower where he could let the grime wash away he knew his next stint with the NCPD was a ways off so he was going to need to find some more work or sequester himself away quietly to ensure that his kibble lasted him till the next payday.
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