Cyberpunk Snapshot

"Rain poured in a neon lit night. Sloppy footsteps echo as a scrawny kid runs up a slum with a crackling, bleeding ear. Corporate enforcers stand at the entrance of the slum, check their guns. "Ready to raid" and "Copy" are being whispered. The kid can't telecast to the slum-boss and warn her, his comlink being bashed against his skull minutes before the ascent began. If he doesn't make it to the boss, they won't be able to move the hypodermics in time. No hypodermics, no sale, no money, no food for Pops. The kid heaves and puts all that he has got and hasn't got onto his legs. They flare pins and needles."