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Post by krondax on Sept 10, 2006 1:37:33 GMT -5
Leans back and begins to scratch her chin. "You know Henri., that is actually an interesting idea. However, the questiron is, who do we let know about ti? Do we do a surprise attack and not tell many for the realism, or do we tell them, and hope that they will treat it like a real sitiation?
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Sept 10, 2006 5:35:35 GMT -5
"BUT SIR," stated the weasel, "The SPONSOR hasn't come through with the funds for the car yet let alone the shipping costs."
"This is intolerable!" BB stated angrily raving out of control. Mao was surprised, "These people will have to either get serious about this picture or I will take my talents elsewhere. My art is what's important, then the ratings and then the NuYen. I will not have my schedule disrupted by the incompetence of morons, idiots or retards who cannot handle a simple financial transaction properly!"
Mao spoke softly, "Perhaps we should just forget this and carry on with other matters." It was then he noted he had no hat to adjust.
"Nonsense." BB stated per functionally. "Now where are the accountants. I will straighten out this problem personally." She finished ominously.
"Just down the hall and to the left." The weasel stated looking relieved. BB turned and stalked out the door and into a hall. She sauntered down the hall until she reached a heavy vault door labeled Accounting. A guard stood just outside the door. It appeared to be a small man with a large hunters hat and a shotgun. BB looked at the I.C.E. arrogantly. "What's up Doc?" she stated pleasantly. The guard reached out and ripped off the masks. he chuckled evilly.
"It's Wabbit Season." stated the I.C.E. ominously as it lifted it's double barreled shotgun. Mao was thankful he was a duck.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Sept 11, 2006 4:32:11 GMT -5
The rabbit looked at the hunter. "Hey Doc, you got it all wrong. It's not rabbit season, it's duck season." She pushed the shotgun so it was aiming at Mao.
Mao was shocked. what the frag was BB doing? "It is not duck season!" Mao stated belligerently. "Do I look like I have a date with some Orange sauce?"
"Sure it's duck season." BB stated positively. "Look." She pointed at a sign that hung in the air above his head. The sign said, "Duck Season".
The shotgun was aimed at Mao, but he was too slow ducking. All his movements seemed to be super slow and everything was happening in slow motion. The double barreled shotgun blasted him right in the face! Feathers flew and his bill went sailing backward into the wall where it stuck. It stung. A LOT!
As the hunter moved towards Mao BB walked past him into the accounting room. Mao turned and ran. How the heck do I get out of this mess? he thought to himself as he ran with the hunter taking pot shots behind him. Mao was thankful that the I.C.E. only seemed to be able to hit him at point blank range when he was standing still. It seemed as long as he continued to run he was less likely to get hit. Suddenly the whole place vanished. His vision blurred and then he saw Pelch looking at him concerned.
"You all right kid? You were flopping around and I saw some blood come out of your nose. So I took this headphone thingy off you. I sure hope I didn't mess up something you were doing." Mao shook his head feeling weak and sick.
"No you did fine partner. I'll say this though. That is the last time I go into the matrix with BB. She almost got me killed." Mao stated ruefully.
"WELL, I like that!" BB said as she got up. "After all the work I did for you. Your new car will be here tomorrow, all bought and paid for and all you can do is complain. You could at least say Thank You!" She turned and went to get some sleep. Mao went to adjust his hat and noticed it was gone.
"Where is my hat?" He asked Pelch.
"Darned if I know. You didn't have it on when I woke up from your flopping. Maybe one of the others took it to be cleaned. After all it got a bit toasted when that mage threw that fireball into the lantern. If I see it I'll let you know." Pelch stated directly.
Mao started to look for his hat.
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Post by Mao on Sept 11, 2006 22:32:02 GMT -5
He tried to look shake the cobwebs loose as the saying goes as he stood up and gave his heads a few taps...
"So how is your slacking going on as usual?"
Pelch climbed back onto his bed in the so called make shift infirmary and turned his attention back on the trid.
"As best as it can be since I didn't have to pull guard duty and at the same time get some food and watch some trid. I had to 'wake' you since your thrashing was disturbing me from me trid watching..."
Mao smiled knowing full well that Pelch pulled him out since he saw something must have been wrong with Mao thrashing and a bleeding runny nose...
"Yea...I couldn't let you have that much fun watching those midnight Krass B movie specials with those hand-picked female actresses he 'sponsors' supposedly. I'm sure Widow who is doing guard duty is lonely and longers for your company."
Mao seemed to be more alert now and was able to at least have his eyes fully open with no dizzying affect. Pelch just laughed at his partner's remark and made a lewd hand movement as to explain what Widow might be doing...
Mao just smiled and headed back towards the dryer. He was doing laundry just before and left his hat hung near the dryer to air it out alittle since it has been awhile since he last washed it. All that dizzying runaround for a so-called vehicle sure was weird and he quickly fell asleep.
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Post by Wheels on Sept 11, 2006 23:58:56 GMT -5
OOC Yay, someone else is alive!! Pelch, rejoice!! Others have returned from the dead!! Hehehe...
It hadn't taken Bobby long to get out of the downtown area. It was only 3 or 4 blocks to the train station, and 3 minutes later he was rocketing off, southward bound, swaying gently with the train. A couple of hoods seemed to be acting tough near the front of the car he was on, but with the 20 or so others on the train, they weren't starting any drek.
Puyallup was only a 35 minute train ride from downtown, but the walk over to Buddy's place was another 45 minutes. Huffing and puffing slightly, Bobby went around back. Buddy still hadn't cut his grass, and this late in the year, it was nearly as tall as Bobby himself.
Picking his way thru the assorted metal parts and pieces around the front entrance to the quansit style building behind the house, Bobby entered Buddy's lair. The inside of the garage was even more cluttered than the last time that Bobby was here, and that was only a day or so ago. The drekhead just kept accumulating stuff. Helps me out though... Bobby thought to himself as he walked into the main part of the garage.
The used Honda Accord was parked in what little working space there was and Buddy was ass high in the air, working under the drivers seat when Wheels smacked him hard on the butt. "Yeeeooouuuccchhhh!!!" CLUNK!! was heard from the car, as Buddy came up fast from under the dash...
"What the drek you have to do that for you little Fragger?" Buddy hollared as he came out of the car, seeing Bobby for the first time.
"That was payback for that little hot-card, cold-card stunt you pulled on me in front of my chummers last week..." Bobby grinned evilly. The two techies scowled at each other for a moment more then both burst into huge grins..."Yah. That was good wasn't it..." Buddy said, as they both thought back to when Bobby had asked Buddy to try and find out some information on the special pass-key cards Bobby had picked up on a former run. I still haven't found out where those fraggin things go... Bobby thought to himself, as he began to examine the work on the car that Buddy had completed in the two days he'd been gone.
The rigger adaptation was mostly done, and the front driver's seat had been modified for a Dwarf to drive...There was a couple of boxes off to one side of the car, and a blanket covering some stuff on the main work bench. "Looks like you did most of the work without me man!!" Bobby complained to his friend.
"Yah, well, it's not like you were here to help, and I needed this heap outta the way. The rest of your stuff is over there." Buddy waved a hand at the boxes and the main bench.
Bobby walked over to the bench and flipped back the blanket. Underneath, was two shotguns, a Defiance T-250 with a shortened barrel and a lazer sight, and an Enfield AS-7 Assault shotgun. Bobby touched the Defiance briefly before lovingly picking up the Enfield. "Hello baby..." he said softly to himself as he picked up the gun and cradled it expertly. The enfield was his weapon of choice, he was only a little miffed at not being able to aquire it's sister, a grenade launcher, at this time. Maybe later... he thought to himself, as he began to break down the two guns.
Several minutes of drooling and assembly go by as Buddy shakes his head at his friend and goes back to work on the Honda. Next Bobby heads over to the boxes sitting by the bench....
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Sept 12, 2006 3:57:36 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Good. Now that people are looking for a chance to avoid terminal boredom maybe we can get some action going. I have been marking time waiting for the opportunity and it gets handed to me on a silver platter. Let's have a BLAST!"
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Mao walked out to the dryer and recovered his clothes and hat. Widow was still on guard. She looked tired. "My turn to ask. Where is everyone? Not still sleeping I hope. "
Widow spoke quietly, "BB just went to bed. Quick is in his room. Pelch is in the infirmary. Henri and Freddy just went to get some sleep but not in the same room. You're standing in front of me with a hat on your head and wearing nothing but a towel with blood on your face. Maybe you would like to explain that? As for Wheels, he went out."
Mao stopped taking his clothes out and looked at her owlishly. "Are you sure that was wise?"
"Am I sure WHAT is wise?" Widow asked with a slight smile.
"Letting Wheels go out by himself of course." Mao stated promptly. "Whoever is out there has good Intel on us. They know where we are inclined to hang and they like BOMBS. If Wheels just happens to go to one of his old haunts or hangouts he could be walking right into a trap."
"I know. I'm counting on it." Widow said complacently. Mao looked at her and wondered just how ruthless she was prepared to be. Widow continued calm and unconcerned "He was mad. Now I could have had a big fight with him about not leaving and he might have quit. I decided if he was going to be a loss that I would at least make some type of gain from it. I decided then and there that an object lesson was required. We might lose Wheels permanently but it might save other members of the team who feel they can do what they want when they want. I have no intentions of constantly playing babysitter to a bunch of spoiled brats who can't grow up. I suspect it is only a matter of time before whoever came at us before will come at us again, right here. I can't do a whole lot to protect any of you if you keep making your own rules. So let's play it by ear and use Wheels like Krass would."
"A decoy, bait or target." Mao stated bluntly.
"A target." Widow nodded in agreement. "If the insect shaman and company hit Wheels we KNOW they are still out there and active and still looking to score on us all. This way we at least get a second warning that these guys aren't fooling around and WILL capitalize on mistakes we make. IF they don't nail Wheels then maybe we can loosen up a bit and consider the danger past. Either way, Wheels elected to make himself the target and rather than argue with him, I just let him walk. I'm betting whoever planted those first bombs aren't finished with us yet. Let's say he volunteered to act as a bomb probe. "
"Kind of tough on Wheels." Mao opinioned.
"Maybe. Still he did it all on his own. He ditched his partner. His job was to improve our defense in this lair and get it secure. In my estimation he hasn't spent enough time really studying what needs to be done. He did no more than obey the letter of my orders without putting in real work for real improvement! He's our rigger and we need him in the lair with his new wet behind the ears partner and not taking off on his own adventures whenever the mood suits him. He made my job in here twice as tough with his attitude. He has a tendency to be impulsive at the WRONG times. I consider it a valuable education not only for him, but for the rest of you in learning to listen to your leader." Widow said looking at Mao unconcerned.
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Bobby is busy checking out his guns and Buddy is working underneath the Honda. The sound of cursing can be heard as Buddy decides that the exhaust system on the used vehicle has more holes in it than ersatz Swiss Cheese! The doorbell rang. Buddy yelled from under the car. "Get that will you? It's probably Beltzer with some of the parts I ordered for the car."
Bobby went to the sec cam and looked out. Yep, it was the Beltz, an orc kid who ran parts around to the different garages in town. He was holding a plain brown box in both hands. He didn't look nervous, just bored. Bobby went to the door to take delivery. "Don't forget to pay the kid and give him a fragging tip. He's a bit early." Buddy yelled still underneath trying to get the exhaust off. The fittings were obviously heavily rusted.
"Why do I have to pay?" Bobby said quietly.
Buddy yelled back, "Because it's for your fragging car, it's a new timing belt and carburetor. besides you ain't been here to work on this fragging monster and you owe me."
Bobby opened the door cautiously, He didn't know why but he had a premonition that something might be wrong. Sure everything looked legit but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was NOT right. {This is the part where the danger music plays as the hero opens the door just before a bullet comes through it narrowly missing the target.} He thought to himself with a smile. Putting the notion behind him as just too silly he opened the door completely.
Beltzer smiled his tusks showing, "Got you a package. That'll be 362.50 Nuyen with the USUAL KRASS tax." He handed the package to Bobby. {At least it isn't ticking or anything.} Bobby thought as he examined the box closely and carefully. It appeared legit, to legit to be a hit.
Bobby took out 400.00 Nuyen in bills and gave it to the kid. "Don't blow it all in one place." He remarked with a smile.
"No Way." Beltz stated taking the bills and getting his tip from the extra. "This baby is earmarked for the daily double at the cock fights when I get to Sim's barbecue." He finished with a gap toothed smile.
Bobby closed the door and took it over to Buddy and laid it on the work bench. Buddy yelled up still working on the exhaust. "Hey hand me that mini sledge hammer will you? This thing is on tighter than Drassel with a fistful of NuYen. It's over hanging on the far wall."
Bobby walked around a huge ancient diesel engine and reached up for the hammer. As he did he heard Buddy say, "Now what the heck is this fragging gizmo with the flashing lights. It's wedged up under the exhaust. No farking wonder the pipe won't come off!" Bobby realized in horror what Buddy was looking at. He started to yell and turned to rush towards his friend but it was way too late. The undercarriage of the car exploded with an actinic bright light turning the Honda into an excessively large incandescent torch. The walls of the building seemed to blow away and the roof lifted high into the air like it was heading for orbit! The BLAST shock wave slammed into Bobby but as luck would have it the heavy engine took most of the force of the explosion. Bobby received some minor cuts from flying metal pieces but the blast mostly just tumbled him backward and into a ditch where he lay stunned. There was no doubt in Bobby's mind that Buddy was dead. The garage was completely totaled and he had only survive by shear dumb luck.
***************************************************** OOC: Pelch, "When Boombaby reads this he is going to be looking for some payback. Might I suggest, 'FREDDY', with that shop and the wife and all that? A bomb might just do wonders there as well or how about Gremlin? This illustrates the value of NOT BEING SEEN! "
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Post by Mao on Sept 12, 2006 12:53:25 GMT -5
OOC: You are a cruel cruel man...
Mao was back in his room folding his laundry now and putting his clothes back into the proper drawers. He understood what Widow said but personally didn't like her theory all too much. If the hitmen were pros...why would they bother to axe them one at a time..that would only be a waste of time...and resources...unless of course the enemy had just that...plenty of time on his hands and tons of resources purposely spent on taking them all out...no matter when and where...sounded like the good ol days.
He began to take apart his shotgun and clean the parts before reassembling it again. He had lost the last one in the van when it exploded...seems like the enemy loved bombs all too much...
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Post by gremlin on Sept 12, 2006 17:44:17 GMT -5
OOC: Ahem, what about me Pelch? I said in my interview I had counter-surveilance training. Not my fault no-one's asked for lessons, pointers etc. . Perhaps if they weren't all busy being chimps & runnin' off doing their own thing... And I'd say I've been as careful as I can be when moving around town, though that may all be for diddly squat once my i.d card logs me leaving the lair. Henri thinks for a second, then replies to Widow. "We'd have to tell Freddy, and maybe Mao. If they look on the astral they'd see straight through the illusion. But the others." He shrugs, "I say scare the drek out of 'em. A real assault team wouldn't give us advance warnin' unless they screwed up somehow." Leaving Widow to mull that one over, he heads back to his room and is soon snoring quietly to himself.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Sept 13, 2006 5:21:45 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Just to let you know, I had a GOD AWFUL amount of Private stuff to deal with tonight. Consider that it gives all of you a chance to digest recent happenings and consider fresh approaches.
Word is that Braddoc would like to bring a character into our Room 6 thread. So Widow you may be getting a new recruit. I'll let you know when this is to happen.
As Mao has guessed now, in tonights private messages, several of us are trying to figure out a way of getting his hat. That of course has made him a trifle more wary but I have a growing number of Room 6 thread participants who are desperately trying to work out a scheme. We consider it a challenge that adds spice to our pursuit and will make our victory all the sweeter if we pull it off. As usual there are undercurrents in the story line. Mao of course continues to challenge us all in his quiet fashion.
Gremlin in his Private thread has pointed out that HE is probably more adept than Wheels at working the Lair's counter Intel. That is a decision of course that Widow has to make! Not I. I know Wheels will not be too put out if relieved of that task, considering that I keep putting mad bombers on him every time he goes out the door. I did give Krondax the opportunity to stop Boombaby but she neglected it and so.... we shall await outcomes.
Boombaby's Grandfather died. We all know he was ill. I offer my condolences and those of our group and will understand if he needs time.
Be seeing you.
Pelch Gobwit, the VERY GOBWIT of a long line of distinguished Gobwits. The Gobwit of the Gobwit.
Don't worry it makes sense to us dwarves.
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Post by wolflet59 on Sept 13, 2006 7:04:45 GMT -5
(OOC with the shop an the wife an the rest.. sorry matey it has already been done - you can deal with a different resident at the shop - he is a bit bigger than Freddy... the shop has already has 10,000 yen damage and the builders havnt turned up.. 'thursday is SUCH a bad day for us'... wife is no longer there - all packed off to a different location after the boat trip, along with the lodge. Freddy is careful of himself and his family - though what he is doing linked up with Aztechnology is another thing... see 'in other news' )
Well folks- whats on the agenda for today ?
is there anything on the surveillance tapes for the Lantern.. they could help us ID the shaman and his chromed up pal... If BB is up and about we could probably get a trid link to the Star so Mao an Pelch our liason officers can talk to the captain - or whoever they have decided to assign to liason duty... how about it Widow? It will keep the two sides seperate and prevent unneccessary antagonism what with Pelch recently being on the most wanted...
Our task to get intel on the shaman has not been too good, theres lots of hearsay and speculation but no real hard facts - well nothing reported from a mage's POV which would be useful for us... It may be best to go with what little we know, and attempt to join the dots with the trid pics from the Star... or anything from the Nestle files that BB borrowed. But Henri seems well up on insect MO - so we got a start..
Comms are on the go - we link them to the matrix through BB - we will need a couple of new boards - I can order them in now we know how we are going to modify them..
Meantime, I've had some reasonable kip, you want me to take guard? I will call up a spirit as well..
You listening Widow?
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Post by krondax on Sept 13, 2006 15:07:11 GMT -5
(ooc, busy few days for me, goign to try and catch up tonight. i would have last night, but my friend was on all last night)
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Post by krondax on Sept 14, 2006 1:36:20 GMT -5
*ooc. damn. my condolences to boombaby. ,y praryers go to him and his family.)
She leaned up against the wall for a few moments, pondering the proposition given to her by Henri. Yes, it woudl be good to test this crew out. So far, it seems like while attempts have been made at actually working as a team, nothing but petty bickering has been going on. Thigns hvae been getting sloppy, and the sloppyness has been going on for too long.
REaching into her duster, she pulled out her comm unit. "Wheels, I want you to get back here as soon as your done doing whatever it is that you are doing." She waited, but with no response at all. After about 20 seconds she keyed the comm again. "Wheels?" again, no response. "DREK!" she shouted. "BB. When your done with the Faikier, I need to talk to you, i need to see if you can find out where Wheels went. Hes not answering his comms....."
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Sept 14, 2006 4:25:49 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Well knowing me Wolflet. I could just blow up what is left. They don't call me Bonkers for nothing."
Mao thinks I was cruel to Wheels. All too true. So when is someone going to suggest we invest in some bomb detection gear? After all the title of this THREAD IS PREVENTIVE! Just to let you know Mao, if it had been you outside I would have cheerfully bombed you first just to send that hat sky high. Maybe the new car when it gets here?
BB was in her room sleeping after a long hard night. It was with a vast amount of disgust and no joy at all when the comm unit suddenly blasted forth with the strident voice of the boss lady, ""DREK!" she shouted. "BB. When your done with the Faikier, I need to talk to you, i need to see if you can find out where Wheels went. Hes not answering his comms....."
BB shook her head as she got up and searched for some clean clothes. {Why couldn't she have just come down and knocked on the door? BUT NOOOOOOO! She had to blast it across the comm unit and wake everyone up. Faker indeed. You pound someone on the head with a Tonfa and break it and then you call the results of the huddled body in front of you faking?} BB wondered what she would call it if someone wound up dead, malingering? Then it hit her. That was her partner! BB threw on whatever and raced out the door to the Security Center. She looked quickly at the logs and spoke to all the others assembled.
"The comm unit is out. Since they are supposed to be always on that is not a good sign. The last position is in Puyallup Barrens near the old railroad tracks on the corner of 122nd St and Pioneer Way. So how do we get there?" BB asked as she then activated the scanners for information on the area.
Mao spoke, "Don't look at me. My car is still sitting with Wheels chopper at the lantern and let's just say they are in no condition to go anywhere."
"Who gives a drek!" Pelch stated, "Call a Fragging Taxi BB, Widows paying. "
"Wrong! Don't do that! It's stupid!" Quick stated bluntly. "They may have a Taxi waiting with a bomb if we go out the door or even a hit team. WE DEFINITELY DO NOT go running off like a fragging elf fire drill. THINK! If Wheels was hit while outside it could be they hope to pull more of us out into the open."
"None of us has a car with enough armor or firepower to be able to go out if we go by that. Are we willing to risk it?" Freddy asked.
"I am." Pelch said angrily. "I may not like Wheels but he is one of US! I'll go get him and the rest of you can stay safe and comfy in here."
"I'll go too, you may need backup." Mao stated adjusting his hat and hefting the shotgun he had recently checked.
"Me too." said BB. "He's my partner and may need a doctor."
"Not you." Quick said looking at the girl. "Pelch and Mao are tough and careful and know the risks. If they have to protect you too it puts them at greater risk. It's best that if we must send someone that we send the ones that are supposed to walk into dangerous areas first. I still say we don't send them till we find out more."
"Frag THAT! I say Mao and I go! We ain't going to live forever anyway if Widow buys another Tonfa." Pelch said.
Freddy looked at Widow, "It's time to make a decision."
BB suddenly looked up from the scans, "Well before you make that decision. It appears Lone Star and several emergency vehicles are responding to that exact area. It appears an explosion completely obliterated the building where the comm device last reported Wheels to be. Several vehicles are on the scene, but there are no signs of bodies or any descriptions of Wheels being in the area. He may already be dead." She stated with a tear in her eye.
OOC: Pelch, "As you can see from this post we have made some headway, even if it seems slow. Everyone is aware of the situation almost immediately. We have some info to make a decison with and we have some of the tools we need . We need more tools but we have gained. Now this story makes it easy for Wheels as well. We all know in OOC he survived. However, he may go into hiding or he could reappear. Either way it gives him some time to seetle his Real Life affairs. So let's leave him undercover in the story line until he can let us know his wishes. In the meantime, If Braddoc has his character ready, he could start by investigating why Military explosives took out an old rusted Quonset hut in Puyallup. If he is not ready we will make a different opening for him down the road.
Now what you folks need to consider is the viewpoints. Quick from his skills and views is absolutely correct. It very well could be a trap. If Wheels is already dead then why send more people out ill equipped to handle the danger? On the other hand we do know it has NOT been confirmed that Wheels is dead. He could be captured or injured or in hiding. Widow is going to have one tough decision to make. Does she send out a small scout party? Does she go out in force? Does she sit tight and wait? Who said the leaders job is EASY?"
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Post by Mao on Sept 14, 2006 21:25:19 GMT -5
Mao begun to put on his coat and double checked the ammo he carried with his manhunter.
"Why can't I ever go on missions that allow me to carry my heavy weaponry around?" *Mao dumps his shotgun back into the room*
"If Lonestar is there than me and Pelch might as well take the opportunity to see what is going on and see what we can find out as usual. I agree with Quick's thinking that this smells entirely like a setup but as I've said before...we're running on limited knowledge. I say me and Pelch as usual go spring the trap and see what unfolds while the rest of you see what ingenious plan you lads can come up with to back us up or learn as to who is hitting us, how we can stop it or at least change things up."
"I like how you're thinking kid but we'll need a ride and it seems taxing is a bad idea." Pelch also began to get his gear ready.
"How about we just rent a car then Pelch...i doubt a whole lot is filled with cars that are rigged to blow?" Mao was now fully ready to move out and Pelch seemed ready as well.
"What if you guys get nailed once you step foot outside?" Quick as usual was concerned and had thought out the idea about Mao and Pelch leaving the place.
"I'm assuming the magicians here can do something about that? Provide some cover or some sort of temporary disguise?" Mao winked in the direction of mages.
"It sure doesn't seem safe sending out you two again considering what happened last time..." Widow leaned back in her chair, scratching her chin pondering the idea over in her mind...
"It wouldn't be the first time...sides it beats getting me head bashed in by yer tonfas...might as well give someone else a turn at the game of Beat on poor Belch."
Mao quickly put a hand on Pelch's shoulder signalling him to keep calm.
"Wanna know why we always go on these gigs Belch?"
Pelch quickly returned a chuckle and followed suit. "Why kid?"
"Cause we get to do what we do best...stir the pot and rustle some feathers." A large hat concealed most of Mao's face but everyone on the team could see the large grin.
"So what we waiting for then kid? So what does the almighty leather clad princess say then? Can we go or should we stay? Times a wastin and no clue what hell our teammate is in."
Widow couldn't help but roll her eyes at this whole idea. Quick continued to show his distaste for anyone leaving, leaning on the table. BB was still distraught over the recent events...but was now looking at Widow to see what would be the final decision. The mages just looked at each other and shrugged...waiting for orders before suggesting anything further.
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 15, 2006 0:54:03 GMT -5
((Hey Pelch, here's a post..typed in first person, since he didn't saw the others yet...more easy for me so to say at that point)) ------------------------------------------------
I finally crossed the 512 and entered Puyallup 50 to 60 minutes after Rosendale called me..It's one thing to let the machine picked up the line, but when the phone's in your head, it's a bit harder to ignore. I never thought I"ll be back so quickly on the job. Rosendale did told me this morning that'll be temporary, some slow moving investigation about how military-grade C12 managed to get in the hands of the Halloweeners, or more WHO was using it on their turf; not that I'd cared bout a few gangers getting killed, but if someone had some, chances are they was more lying around.
He wanted someone with some flexibility, out of reach of the Brass who can dig up info without (really) following the book, where seizing something could be done not with a warrant but by B&E..I simply wanted my badge adn a steady paycheck back. Henry, of course, refused to, claiming that my assistance, intervention he called it, was barely on the legal side of things, that he was already risking his Deputy Chief position by taking a risk with me.. I told him I needed access to the files, scenes and maybe personnel. Now after I asked him, but when I needed it. He might have gone behind a desk after the Night in '39 while I stayed in the streets, but at least he knew how things were down at the bottom of the command ladder. Nice change of pace from the other Brass that started as White shirts if I ask me.
I took a left on Pioneer Way. We had an acceptable presence here, contrary to the rest of the Barrens. The place was clean, a few gang tags here and there, even driving was more like driving than 'dodge the pothole'. 15 minutes later, I came to the perimeter, blue and red flashing all around. I parked my Patrol-1 near it, placed my shiny badge in my vest pocket and got out..damn almost forgot my thermal coffee mug.
The beat cop was nervous, who wouldn't be in the Barrens? A quick flash of the badge and he raised the yellow tape for me. "Evening Detective, good to see another one of you people got dragged into this." He grinned has his own remark. What the hell did he meant by that? I waved him off and went to the crime scene.
Well Rosendale was right about flipping out like he did; the place was blown to piece, only one side of it was still standing. Lots of cops, even the bomb squad was there..yeah definitely connected, maybe coincidence, but I don't think so..too close apart, and too much destruction for my taste. I follow my instincts, or what it training?, and met up with another suit-wearing man. Some bald guy, around 37-40, around 5'6'his fat gut was well beyond his belt. He was talking whit some black man, about 30, 5'10, maybe 6', wearing a leather vest and denim pants. If it wasn't for his shield on his thick brown belt, I would have said gang material. The third man, well, if was obvious why he was there. 6'1" obvious cybernetic eyes and a bomb disposal armor. "Hey, I said no reporters!" Badly was acting up "You want me to bust your snooping ass for interfering in a LoneStar investigation?" "Take it easy." I opened up my coat, showing up the badge "We're all on the same team. O'Reilley, Organized Crime." The ganger-wannabe and the bomb man looked at each other, obviously finding the situation funny, or maybe unbelievable. The bald suit kept loosing it "Aw great, just fraggin' great..Now we have the Mob War side to look at..The frag the Brass is thinking..Anyways, I"m Benson, Investigation." The black man nodded "Roberts, Homicide" "Dalton, Bomb Squad..So they think that Organized Crime got something to do with that? Any connection with what happened downtown?"
I took a slip of my coffee, giving me a few seconds to think of something to say "Don't know yet. If it's the same plastic explosives, it's possible. There's not alot of groups in Seattle can can put their hands on hot stuff like that, not to mention use it twice under such a short time. But I hope it ain't the case; I"m not looking forward to picking up bodies all across town just yet. What do you got?"
"Diddly squad. Hell we don't even know if there's someone under all the rubble, we're waiting on the cleaning team to move everything around so that we can gain access to the epicenter of the blast and start figuring out what happened."
"Yeah we call them 45 minutes ago, still not here! I dunno 'bout you guys, but I can go for some grub. you commin'?"
"Yeah, all right."
"Sounds good to me."
"Yeah why not? I got up an hour ago and only had coffee."
"That'll pass the time, I know a place, just around the corner, follow me."
And the best part is, we're all on overtime..God it's good to be back on the beat
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