Stiletto cases the joint

The park was decently populated, but far from crowded. There were a few dozen people scattered throughout.

She saw an amateur Hunter who was trying (very ineffectively) to hide in a bush. He was wearing a black trenchcoat and fedora (it was a popular style for Hunters, who knew why) and watching her through binoculars. He was also speaking into a cheap looking comm device, meaning that there were probably others near by.

"That's the guy from the video!" squealed Morwen in her ear. "Watch out, he REALLY wants to put it in your butt." Stiletto rolled her eyes.

Finally, just as Morwen had suggested, she saw a bot watching her from a nearby rooftop. It was even creepier seeing it live. It was about half the size of a person and had a thin central metallic carapace cotaining a single red eye, and about a dozen thin legs sticking off on each side. It had insectile wings jutting from its back. And, of course, it had a long tube hanging from its underside. Stiletto didn't have to be told what THAT was for.

She had seen videos of one of these things successfully taking a Hunted, how quickly an mechanically it had pounced on the poor girl's back. The legs had wrapped around her, pinning her arms firmly in place while the body pressed close to her and bent her over. It had paused for 3 seconds before penetrating her; for some reason that fact had stayed with Stiletto and skeeved her out more than any other part of the process. Though the rutting that followed had been pretty skeeve-tastic too.

And now, one of the same machines was stalking her.