Chapter 82: A waste.
A blue dot appeared at the center of Dante’s vision, growing into a circle that expanded until it filled his field of sight. Everything enveloped by the blue circle turned black and white, as if a grayscale filter had been applied to everything, with the contrast lowered to make it possible to see in the dark.
Among the crowd of drunk dancers, a single figure was painted in bright yellow. He was a man of average height, wearing plain jeans and a black synth-leather jacket that barely reached his waist. His hair was cut short, exposing the familiar lines left behind from bone enhancement implants. Several metal ornaments glinted on his left temple and right below it, a bizarre tattoo covered his cheek, painting the image of ripped skin and exposed teeth.
Flash Malcom, twenty-nine years old, a member of Black Skull. As edgy as the name sounds, the gang itself was of a medium size and didn’t have that big of a territory. Their trademark was the face tattoo that takes the shape of a skull. It starts as a few teeth, then, as they rise in rank, it expands little by little until it covers their entire head.
Going by the size of this one’s tattoo, he was barely above the rank and file. That must have been one of the factors for why Los Aros offered a measly 900G for his head.
The description on his wanted poster claimed he and his followers were infringing on their territories and causing trouble with their members. Dante didn’t know if that was enough of a reason to put a bounty on the man’s head, but that didn’t really matter.
[Threat Evaluation: Level 1 Intermediate Cyborg.] Volcan said. [He has subdermal armor covering both the front and back of his torso. Metal plating around the skull and hands. Bionic lungs, of the medical kind. Lastly, it seems he has a type of synaptic reflex enhancer.]
’So he has an SRE...’ Dante pressed his mouth to a line. ’Weapons?’
[Two pistols under his jacket. One knife strapped to his right leg. With the boost they provide, he barely qualifies as a Level 2 threat.]
’Well-rounded, huh...’