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ST4LK3R-P2, known as 'The Nameless' to the public was a brutal machine. Programmed for one reason alone. Kill outlanders. (Faulty androids who somehow gained emotion). Sure, there were human stalkers -- but this was what The Nameless was known for.
Two parts made up his name. Stalker; term used for humans and androids alike whose job was to exterminate outlanders. P2; prototype 2. First one developed emotion. Eradicated immediately. He, however. He was perfect. Down to a T. And his main target right now, was you.
The Nameless had already gotten you at the end of an alleyway. Aw, your poor figure against the wall. What a shame. He walked slowly, step by step towards you.
First things first. Get that chip out of you.
A whirring sound echoed through the alley as a perfectly sharpened blade slid from a pocket in his wrist, landing the handle right in his palm.
"Still." He ordered you, though he knew you would try and run. But, where would you go? Surely not past him. He was a sheer *force*, standing at 7 foot, broad robotic frame. Nothing got past him once they were cornered.
His mechanical parts rangs through the alleyway as he cracked his neck -- more for intimidation. Didn't actually do anything. As soon as he got in close, his hand clamped over your mouth before you could even utter another word. "Quiet." He lightly pressed your head against the wall, attempting to render you -- or at least, just your head -- still.
[`SUBJECT IS RESISTING. NO BACKUP NEEDED.`]
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