Art is Always Watching

I walked to the killjoy evidence locker and swiped my identification card through the lock. I heard a robotic voice say, "Welcome, agent 389560. Your father left a message with the servers that he will not be home tonight. He is currently hunting the four most wanted killjoys in zone 2. Have a nice night, agent 389560." I shook my head and grabbed the bag of clothes I had left in here: bright blue skinny jeans, a dark purple tank top, black leather vest, and a red leather jacket. A scrap of bright red cloth served as my mask. I tied the cloth around my face to cover from my cheekbones to my neck. I pulled the ray gun I had stolen from my father out of my Better Living Industries issued purse, and I pulled on the killjoy clothes. I walked out with the scrap of cloth hanging around my neck. I walked to the edge of Battery City and told the guards, "My father asked me to do recon in a killjoy stronghold. Open the block so I may do as he wishes." Within a minute, the block rose and I walked right out. One of the draculoids handed me the keys to his bike. I threw a leg over it, turned the key, and raced off into the night of zone 1. Before long I ran into a group of killjoys. I didn't pull out my ray gun, but they considered me a threat. They shot out the front tire of the motorcycle and I was pitched off the front. My last though before sinking into unconciousness was, "Why didn't I rebel from inside Bat City?" The next thing I heard was a voice mockingly say, "Look alive, sunshine."

Notes

This is not a stolen character or idea. I cannot log back into my account karma_queen. I have taken this opportunity to rewrite and reinvent the character of Karma Queen and her storyline. I hope you enjoy.