As the sun dipped behind the broken cityscape the hustle and bustle of the day began to fade in Piccadilly, survivors heading deep underground to the catacombs they called their homes as the last of the days scavengers returned home from another tough day attempting to salvage what they could from London's corpse. As the thriving outpost began to slumber a single soul slipped through the cracks of its heavily defended walls, past the watchful eye of Piccadilly's A.I defender Excalibur and into the night. His name was Asher Kohler and depending on who you asked he was either the bravest or stupidest man in the world for daring to do what he did each night, go against every regulation that the leaders of his home and risk his life just for some good loot. But he had learnt from experience that the night was a generous mistress, coughing up more than just good loot if you earned her trust. And what's better than good loot you ask? Well great loot of course.
And so as he had done perhaps a million times before Asher appeared from a patch of particularly deep shadows, a mere flicker of darkness himself as he slinked away into the overgrown alleyways closest to Piccadilly. In the years since the great war London, like most of the world, had been reclaimed by nature. Where humanity had once stained the landscape with nothing but concrete now stood a combination of plant life and England's fading memories. The young man navigated this environment expertly, wading through areas of floodwater, scaling vine covered walls and using his thrusters to clear large distances between the occasional roof. The visor of his helmet bathed the world in a red glow, a sophisticated night vision mode that made use of even the tiniest bit of light. Atop what may once have been a tower of flats he paused for a moment, glancing upwards at the sullen moon that hung over him like some kind of god. As much as he wasn't one to be sentimental it always comforted him that the moon looked just as it had back in Germany when he was a child, a familiar friend that was literally always there at the darkest of hours.
After perhaps an hour of trekking through the urban jungle Asher finally came across his destination. In front of him stood what was once a large bank, its name now concealed by a thick carpet of ivy. The glass security doors had long since been shattered so he simply stepped through the front doors rather than opening them, shards of them crunching beneath his armoured feet. When it came to the metal detectors however a more careful approach was taken, most people would assume these ancient devices no longer worked or even had any power to supply them. Most people would be wrong. Activating the thrusters in his boots and the back of his armour he generated enough force to propel him up several meters into the air where he could grab the rusted safety bar of a second floor walkway. Swinging himself up from here he came across a bunch of graffiti splattered on the walls, "Bandit hide, stay away!", "Death to all!" and "Free candy within!". He was particularly proud of that last one, having wrote it himself. It was a relatively simple process of sliding down an abandoned elevator shaft that finally enabled Asher to stand before a huge vault which was only now beginning to show the first signs of aging, specks of rust here and there. The vault door was slightly ajar, not revealing much in this low light. Honestly it looked pretty abandoned. Just how he'd planned it.
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And so as he had done perhaps a million times before Asher appeared from a patch of particularly deep shadows, a mere flicker of darkness himself as he slinked away into the overgrown alleyways closest to Piccadilly. In the years since the great war London, like most of the world, had been reclaimed by nature. Where humanity had once stained the landscape with nothing but concrete now stood a combination of plant life and England's fading memories. The young man navigated this environment expertly, wading through areas of floodwater, scaling vine covered walls and using his thrusters to clear large distances between the occasional roof. The visor of his helmet bathed the world in a red glow, a sophisticated night vision mode that made use of even the tiniest bit of light. Atop what may once have been a tower of flats he paused for a moment, glancing upwards at the sullen moon that hung over him like some kind of god. As much as he wasn't one to be sentimental it always comforted him that the moon looked just as it had back in Germany when he was a child, a familiar friend that was literally always there at the darkest of hours.
After perhaps an hour of trekking through the urban jungle Asher finally came across his destination. In front of him stood what was once a large bank, its name now concealed by a thick carpet of ivy. The glass security doors had long since been shattered so he simply stepped through the front doors rather than opening them, shards of them crunching beneath his armoured feet. When it came to the metal detectors however a more careful approach was taken, most people would assume these ancient devices no longer worked or even had any power to supply them. Most people would be wrong. Activating the thrusters in his boots and the back of his armour he generated enough force to propel him up several meters into the air where he could grab the rusted safety bar of a second floor walkway. Swinging himself up from here he came across a bunch of graffiti splattered on the walls, "Bandit hide, stay away!", "Death to all!" and "Free candy within!". He was particularly proud of that last one, having wrote it himself. It was a relatively simple process of sliding down an abandoned elevator shaft that finally enabled Asher to stand before a huge vault which was only now beginning to show the first signs of aging, specks of rust here and there. The vault door was slightly ajar, not revealing much in this low light. Honestly it looked pretty abandoned. Just how he'd planned it.
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