This piece is a bit old now, I ended up doing this a while ago and was going to post it, but then FA went down for a bit! Now I have a little bit of catch-up with art and stories! I hope you enjoy this one. This was another one where the art kind of happened before the story, I was on my way back home from a long day out on the train. I just felt so drained. Every bit of life was just sucked out of me and I just wanted to be home relaxing. Here's to all the people that feel that way on the commute back home.

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"Next stop.. Old Prospera" screamed the intercom, the spotted rabbit continuing to look down at her phone. She was being bombarded with more news about the state of Prospera. Despite how propoganda claimed what a wonderful and flourishing city this was, there was so much suffering, crime, murder, drugs, sex, and exploitation. It truly felt like two different stories were being told. The truth, and the truth that corporations wanted people to hear.

"Next stop.. Little Europe" once again the intercom shouted before coming to a stop. Just a few hours ago she and Fiona had a meeting with her old nemesis, Wilda Walter, regarding an Aegis shipment of cybernetics. Something that Cookie felt quite a nostalgia for. She couldn't help but think of her old runs with her late husband Trevor. Absolutely terrorizing Wilda when she worked for Aegis by sabotaging her shipments of weapons and chrome by either blowing them up or outright stealing her trucks.

"Next stop.. South Prospera"

"I hope that this goes well without you, babe." Thought the once retired runner to herself like she was talking to her lost partner.

"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if Fiona got hurt."

"Next stop.. J-Town" Cookie's stop.. She stepped out of the train, and leisurely walked her way back to her small apartment, to be alone with her thoughts once again.

"Something's gotta change. Hopefully this gig be that change." She once again thought to herself as she started making her way through the crime ridden streets back home. Luckily the locals knew not to mess with the woman that carried her sword by her side at all times. The rabbit stops by for a quick bite at her usual stirfry food truck, then headed home for another night of bad reality TV and sleeping on the couch.