01 | Exe.// System Information Transfer

Aoide_System.exe | HOST #2 | STATUS; Information Transfer - In Progress

Awaiting Input from HOST #2

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NAME; HOST #2 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

LEVEL; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

GENDER; None (Awaiting System Transfer …)

AGE; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

HEIGHT & WEIGHT; None (Awaiting System Transfer …)

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APPEARANCE; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

CHARISMA; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer ...)

ENDURANCE; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer ...)

STRENGTH; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

INTELLIGENCE; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

HEALTH; 0 (Awaiting System Transfer …)

AVAILABLE STATUS POINTS; None (Awaiting System Transfer …)

AVAILABLE ITEMS; None (Awaiting System Transfer ...)

SKILLS; None (Awaiting System Transfer …)

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Did he just see that correctly on his computer screen?

Host #2? Level? Awaiting input?

He rubbed his eyes and in the next second it wasn't there anymore. Sighing, he was hallucinating again ... Must be the drugs he had to transport over that got into his system.

"Quit mumblin' to yourself, Get your ass on the truck." A harsh whack hit his back, shoving him forcefully back into reality.

"Yes Boss." He answered quickly, pushing himself off his seat from the computer desk and facing his Boss, who pointed at him.

"If you fuck up this time, I'm going to have three bullets in your body at the end of the night and toss you into the alley before the damn cops can get ya. You understand me?"

"Yes Boss." Compliant and submissive was the way to go for just simple thugs like himself to satisfy their Bosses.

Once his boss left the room, his 'co-workers' smiled sardonically and sarcastically offering their 'help' to a junior.

He was dumb the first time believing them, he wasn't going to be taken for a fool the second time.

Walking throughout the dark and grimy warehouse made him realise how low he's gotten in his life but he was already in too deep to step out unscathed.

He was just going to suck it up, roll over and try to live day by day.

"Ay Dumbass, Pay attention." He turned his head, looking over at a skinny tattooed bald guy.

His name was or rather his nickname was Slither, due to the extending snake tattoo that went from the back of his head all the way down his spine.

Slither had treated him well, even offering a warning that he shouldn't trust anyone that works within the ringer they are in. Then again, Slither was known to cozy up and screw with people he believes will be threats to his 'promotion'.

"Yeah?"

"Boss is going to skin your hide if you don't catch up, take that truck and drive it over to 55th Der's Cove. There should be a group waiting to pick up the stuff." Slither pointed over at the truck filled with loot and threw the keys for it at him.

"What should they look like?" Catching the keys, he looked on it to see the sign of the group.

"They will be waiting with cops outfits. You don't need to be the mule this time, they got it covered."

"Got it." He nodded his head, obedient once more.

"Now get on there and don't screw it up." Slither waved his hand, as he walked over to another group of workers and immediately began to yell at them to move their asses.

He already jumped inside the truck, securing the back of it to ensure that nothing spills before moving along to the front and putting the keys into the ignition, starting it up.

The doors to the warehouse open and he drove off, no thoughts that this would be the last time he does.

Seeing the fool take off without a clue, Slither had a menacing smirk on his face as he stalked over towards his Boss's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Slither opened the door and stood at attention, watching his boss carefully.

"What is it."

"The Lamb is off to the slaughter house."