"Pinkie..."
>You walk up to her and pat her head
>She leans into your touch and clasps her hands over yours 
"You did good, but let's do what Luna says. Having some information to present to Starlight might make her liks us more."
>"Whatever you say, Dashie," Pinkie says, taking a long, sensuous lick at your fingers. "I'll do anything for you"
"Uh..."
>Trixie and Luna exchange glances
>Trixie asks, "are they always like this?" 
>"Honestly, we don't know" responds Luna
>You pull your hand from her face and turn to Trixie
>Trixie gulps as you unsheathe your katana and press the sharp edge to her throat 
"Now, let's chat"

--

>Trixie spills the beans like her life depends on it
>The gang, unimaginatively named X-COP, is filled with corrupt ex-officers too hot even for the Shadowbolt City PD to handle
>Serial arsonists, mass murderers, ones whose deeds were so atrocious that they made it to the public spotlight 
>But also, those who skimmed money from the police department itself
>SCPD is willing to forgive most transgressions as long as they stay out of the media spotlight
>But taking MONEY from the SCPD coffers? 
>That's grounds for being stuck in Low River with the rest of the delinquent officers, stuck in permanent contract work "cleaning up" the district
"Princesses, that's fucked up. Luna, you knew all this?"
>She nods
>"Yes, their permanent contract has an out clause: getting their sleeve killed in the line of duty. The resleeving signal will send them waking up in a tank somewhere, dragged out, and reinstated to their previous rank depending on their actions before death"
"Can't they just kill themselves?"
>"Suicide, accidental death, natural causes, or other unforeseen sleeve terminations are excluded," Trixie recites, almost sounding bored. "We just go around picking fights at random, hoping we get off-ed by a wanted criminal"
>"I've heard rumors about a program resembling this getting the city council's secret approval," Pinkie folds her arms in front of her. "But this is way worse than I imagined"
>Trixie makes a dismissive gesture and blows her lips 
>"It's not bad, honestly. The reinstatement rate is ridiculously high so you're basically guaranteed to get your job back once you die"
>Something deadly glints in Pinkie's eyes
>"So, we'd be doing you a favor by killing you right here"
>"NONONONO," Trixie frantically waves her hands as Pinkie takes aim. "They'll see all this when they review Trixie's memory! They'll just send her right back to the streets after lecturing her ears off and feed her prison gruel! Trixie needs, like, at least a week to push this out of the review target interval"
"You'd get your pretty nose back when you get resleeved"
>Trixie considers this
"Really?" Pinkie grunts. "*That* makes you wanna die?"
>"No, actually. Trixie cannot risk those idiots mixing up her great and pretty-nosed sleeve with some other ugly Trixie sleeve!"
>Trixie pauses, and looks sad for a moment
>"Although, Trixie will miss Glimmy. I... I was her favorite Trixie and we did *things* together"
>You rub your neck, not sure how to respond to this sudden display of emotion 
>Pinkie kneels beside Trixie, running her fingers through Trixie's silver-white hair
>"I know exactly how you feel, having feelings for someone only to see her go away for a while," she says. "It must be hard, but you can work on doing something good. Maybe fight an actual thug or something and die quickly"
>"Yes," Luna says. "There are those of your kind who feel genuine guilt for their actions. Instead of joining X-COP, they choose to arm themselves and scour the night like righteous heroes, risking their lives to help people. Glimmer-sama knows a few of those masked vigilantes"
>You shudder at the thought of multiple Batman-wannabes stalking in the shadows of Low River
>Trixie's eyes widen
>"Yes, yes!" Trixie shouts, standing up. "Trixie could become a caped crusader of Low River District! Brooding, monologueing hero of those who can't help themselves, striking down baddies with her great and powerful chainsaw-- OWWWW"
>Trixie squints and clutches at her broken nose
>"T-that hurt..."
>"We have one more question for you," Luna says. "How did your gang manage to take over this street?"
>"Hmm? Oh"
>Trixie pulls out a paper napkin and wipes some of the blood from her upper lip
>"Glimmy wanted to attack them outright, but Trixie begged her to threaten them first. Trixie doesn't like violence, you see"
"Really? Could've fooled me"
>"Trixie is the greatest and peacefullest member of the X-COP gang! Anyway, Trixie managed to convince the filthy lot to pack up and leave. It was easy! Everybody fears X-COP around here, what with our great and powerful reputation for violence. Trixie threatened to kill them and their children"
"I thought you didn't like violence?"
>"When did Trixie say that?"
>Pinkie grabs Trixie's chin and turns Trixie's face towards hers, saying "move your hand, let me see"
"How many of you X-COP members are out there?"
>"Eh, a lot? Trixie saw a few more cliques about the size of ours while she roamed with Glimmy"
>You hear a nasty crunch as Pinkie twists Trixie's broken nose back into its dainty but swollen shape
>"YEEEOWWWWW"
>More blood drips down from Trixie's nose to her tattered, insignia-less police uniform
>"There, all better"
>Pinkie pats Trixie's cheek and stands up, wiping the blood on the hem of her Sailor Moon skirt
>"I suggest you find someone to take proper look at that nose," Pinkie says. "There's an unlicensed doctor in a hut near Brad's Guns. Redheart's her name. She used to be my primary contact before Dashie got herself blown up to pieces..."
>"T-thanks" Trixie mutters
>Suddenly, you see blue-and-red flashing lights radiating from overhead
>It's a police drone 
>[HONK HONK HONK]
>[LAY DOWN AND STAY WHERE YOU ARE, PEACE OFFICERS ARE ON THE WAY]
"Shit, they must've seen the bodies!"
>"Or the sudden electric arcs," Pinkie mutters, shooting at the drone
>It veers away and flies out of sight behind some buildings
>You hear radio bleeps and the rustling of gear not too far from where you stand
>"Okay, it won't see us for a while, but we NEED to move"
>"Agreed," Luna says. "Let's make haste"
"What about the blue idiot?"
>"Hey! Trixie resents that!"

Location update:
Indigo Zap
>Last seen by Nun #12999, taking creepshots of joggers

>What now?

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Gear:
Custom Shock Katana
M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
TX-9 Compact Rifle (BAT: 90%) (Primary)
Location garter 

Items:
Glim-Pad (Access to church's database)
MegaPass (free autocab rides)

Actions:
>Leave Trixie to her fate and get the hell out ASAP! She's a permanent contractor so the cops won't hurt her. Probably. [spoiler]Dyke Master's note: This is just a trash mob NPC Trixie, but she can be more "special" if you wish[/spoiler]
>To be an HONORABU STREET SAMURAI is to stand your ground! Wait around for the cops to show up and fight your way out!
>Take a quick second to create a distraction (write-in) and run! You can't risk them catching up to you if you just bolt unprepared.
>write-in