Rain started to sheet down, coating the streets and populace, soaking them to the bone and giving the neon something to burn off over night. A garbage truck picked up one can of waste and another of bodies and dumped them into the back.
Knowing full well that the hacker had outed him, MattAY left the FCOM to wander alone and find the depraved soul who had hacked his Facebook account.
"Goddam status updates..." he muttered. It wasn't until the bullets were peppering the brick wall behind him that he realized he was under attack. One of those damn lifted trucks had a window roled down and an automatic weapon firing out. Matt slumped to the ground as a few rounds caught him in his legs and chest. The truck started to pull away. With his last breaths, Matt slung a tracker on the rear of the truck. Then darkness.
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It wasn't until hours later that Matt woke up and immediately shut his eyes to shield them from the intense light. The doctor was there, checking the streets for anyone he could help at this late hour. If the garbage trucks and gang violence hadn't gotten them, maybe malpractice would, but that wasn't the case here. The doctor recognized Matt from the UXNET alert earlier and made a conscious decision to abstain from his usual cocktail of syringes and pills.
"I'm... OK?" Matt said wearily.
"You are," the doctor said, snapping the lights off and quickly vanishing from the room while Matt's eyes reacted in the darkness. A lock snapped behind him and another door opened into an apartment complex hallway. Matt quickly exited to return to his group.
MattAY was saved thanks to the Doctor's work. It is now Day 2.