The harsh streets of Outpost Rust were absolutely chaotic. But Sebastian and Gwen moved through the crowds like ghosts.
Nobody messed with them. When you are walking next to a guy completely covered in the black oil and synthetic blood of a Level 90 Syndicate enforcer, people tend to give you a wide berth. The local thugs and scavengers took one look at Sebastian's deadpan silver-tinged eyes and immediately found somewhere else to be.
Sebastian wiped a smear of oil off his cheek and sighed heavily. "This coat is completely ruined. I'm going to have to loot a dry cleaner."
"Forget the coat Seattle," Gwen said. She walked briskly beside him with her heavy trench coat pulled tight. "Silas is going to lock down the entire outpost. The Onyx Syndicate controls the primary exit portals. We need to get out of the Juncture and into a real server before they put a bounty on us that actually attracts the big fish."
