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Post by Mao on Sept 29, 2006 0:43:22 GMT -5
OOC: Am I suppose to find anything from the explosion? If so let me know...
Mao quickly scanned the area trying to note down the explosion yield and the pattern in which debris had fallen. He tried match it to the previous explosions he's seen to see if there were any similiarities or differences. Officers at the scene so far have yet to find a body cept remnants which would be of one or two bodies. But from the scene itself it would seem the explosion caught only one person...hopefully it wasn't Wheels.
An officer that 'Pops' appointed to be as liason that went by the last name 'Benson' was constantly watching his every move.
A loud crackling noise came over the radio as 'Benson' kept up with the latest on the chase...something about a chopper? Mao quickly finished up checking the scene and informed 'Benson' that he wanted his pistal back from whoever had it plus in on the chase at hand. Since his "rental" limo is currently mingled in with the crime scene thus cannot be removed..he needed transportation arranged... Benson couldn't believe the amount of orders and continous demands... Benson made the call in to O'Reilly after that so that he can look after this stupid bum.
As Pops pulled up and Mao jumped in...Mao felt the momentum as the car took off.
"Buckle up for safety!"
"I wouldn't be in this line of work if I was into safety." Pops took a quick glance over and saw the huge grin beneath that cowboy hat.
"And don't you worry I'll have my boss cover the fine." *taps the manhunter* he got back from the officer. He had made sure his AV rounds were still inside and all accounted for and wasn't messed with.
"So where is this chopper headed and how do you know it is what we're after? Last I recall it was a fake Doc Wagon..."
"It is a hunch. We lost track of the truck...but since i've expanded the search area plus got more people on the force looking into this investigation they'll probably need a way out fast...."
"Sounds like a plan but I suggest perhaps a double check with air traffic to see if any copter is legit and with rights to fly over? That might shed some light and make sure we are after the right bogey.
Pops couldn't argue with that fact and quickly got on the horn with Benson to get it checked out pronto and get back to him on it. Meanwhile Mao quickly looked over his comm device and had yet to hear or recieve any bit of information from his team...thus his best guess was that his comm device was partially busted...probably worked only one way. Thus he continued to relay the current situation and his whereabouts.
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Post by Wheels on Sept 29, 2006 18:19:42 GMT -5
Wheels glanced at the cronometer on the dash and quickly calculated how long it'd been since the explosion. 2 hours!! Drek, I hope that I get my hearing back soon!! Bobby had been for the last half an hour, desparately trying to reroute the external cameras that Buddy had had mounted around the neighborhood, to the Nova-Tech Hyperdrive unit. Unfortunately, although wirelessly routed to the deck before, the antenae, receiver and power had all been back at the house. With minimal tools, Bobby had been trying to route the signals thru the Pick-up, with not much success.
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Getting frustrated, Bobby took a couple of minutes to think about his situation. He needed to track down that car. He needed to warn the rest of the group. He needed to find out where Buddy had gotten that Honda from...
Slapping his forehead in frustration, Bobby pulled out Buddy's phone, that he'd taken off the dead dwarf's reading chair. Cycling back thru the past couple days of call history, Bobby found the call that his friend had made to aquire the car. Drek, I am so stupid. he thought to himself as he accessed the units email system. There was a good likelyhood, that the phone was tapped, but necessity over-rode security in this case. He started quickly entering an email to the secure line at the Lair.
*****LTG 245-34256864***** Attention: BB, Widow, Freddy.
WARNING!! The bombers are still out. Survived an explosion only thru luck. Fine for now but deaf from Blast. Comms unit destroyed or disabled in blast. Contact me at this number in emergency.
Have clue. Please check the following information.
Bobby.
*****END TRANSMISSION*****
Bobby included the information on the Dodge Glow as well as a condensed version of the security tapes that showed the pertinant information. Bobby coming and going, the delivery of the car, the late night visitor, the Dodge Glow visits, and a bit showing the destruction of the quansit.
Bobby began to finally hear things. It started with the beeping of the keys on the cell-phone...then the beeping on the proximity sensors of the vehicle....Slowly, other sounds began to filter in...
He'd noticed and been keeping track of the flashing lights coming and going over the past hour or so, and there'd been many. His current location didn't give him much visual on the nearby streets but, he'd been watching for the lights. Now he could hear the sirens, some near, some farther away...It didn't seem likely that he'd be able to move around the neighborhood get outta there unseen...
Buddy's vehicle by necessity wasn't registered under his name or SIN. Bobby's friend Jack Drammle routinely reregistered their vehicles under different aliases, or identities. It was only the locals, that would likely link the pickup that Bobby now drove, with his dead friend Buddy. Problem was, canvasing the local neighbors was just the kind of thing the cops did, standard operating proceedure and all. With the time delay that it took for Bobby to get his hearing back, it was likely that the cops had done just that.
Bobby unplugged himself from Captain's chair mode and routing thru the small pile of tools lying on the floor, came up with a multiheaded screwdriver. Looking around thru the small parking lot behind the mall, he slid out of the vehicle and around the back. Unscrewing the plates, he sidled over to the subcompact parked three stalls down, and quickly exchanged the plates. Glancing around once more, he returned to his vehicle and completed the transfer. He looked around again, and seeing no one, climbed back into the pick-up. The whole process had taken less than a minute and he hadn't been seen. Looked like his luck was returning....
Pulling out Buddy's phone again, Bobby placed a call to the number that Buddy had called a couple days prior, to arrange for the Honda for him. Buddy had the name down as Cuddoos. A gruff voice answered.
"Yo, whaddaya want?"
"Buddy Baldwick is dead. A car you supplied him less than three days ago, blew up in his face. I wanna know where you got that car..." Bobby's voice was hard and flat. The line was silent for a moment...
"...Baldwick is dead? Who're you?"
"Yah, I'm surprised you didn't see it splashed all over the news. The blast took out most of his shop. I'm the guy that's trying to find Buddy's killer. You can call me 'Wheels'. The car was for me. And the bomb, might have been too. I'm VERY interested in your car source..."
"...'Wheels'? Yah, I heard o' you. Buddy was getting that Honda for you right. You gonna get them bastards?" There was noise in the background of sirens and a reporter, as a Trideo was turned on in the background...
"That's right. I'm gonna get them bastards..." Bobby spoke quietly into the phone...
The gruff voice belonging to Cuddoos, came back on the line a moment or two later. "Drek, it don't even look like Buddy's place no more. Looks like a fraggin warzone with Lonestar all over the place...Here's the address of the chop shop. 9735 120 St. It's just off of Pioneer Way. Not that far from Buddy's place in fact. Big warehouse. Looks like its in rough shape. It's run by a human by the name of Velos. I normally deal with him all the time. I'm sending someone over there right now. How do you wanna handle this?"
"Well, If I meet your men nearby, we can go in and look around, under the guise of your men checking out their operation on your orders. I'll be the new guy and won't say much. Your man smart enough to handle that?"
"Yah, I'm sending Hector over. He'll handle it. Where you wanna meet?"
Bobby gave the address of a small shop down the street and a brief description of the vehicle he was in. He needed to vacate the current parking lot, in case the owner of the subcompact happened to come out.
"How long?" Bobby asked, starting the engine.
"10-15 minutes, tops. They'll be driving a dark sedan. Can I contact you on this number?"
"10 minutes. Affirmative." Bobby clicked the phone shut and backed out of the parking stall. He'd been lucky that the mall was mostly deserted. The subcompact prolly belonged to the owner of the little eatery on the end of the mall. Buddy and he, had had sandwiches there a couple times. The donairs left a bad aftertaste....
Bobby pulled away sedately and drove down the alley the half block to park behind a small garage with a view of the street where he'd directed Cuddoo's men to meet him. Climbing out of the truck, he routed around in the back for some twine, which he then used to fashion a sling for the Defiance T-250. Buddy had been right. It just about fit under his jacket when slung like that. Checking the load on the Defiance and then the Enfield, Bobby pulled out the Ares Predator and made sure it was loaded too. He prolly couldnt hit drek with it, but it never hurt to have an extra gun around....
He climbed back into the pickup and checked the clock again. Another five minutes or so before Hector got there...He pulled out the phone again and checked his email....BB had replied pretty fast...[rand=228373371440294681598329266761814300828640455868068233815869035164614]
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Post by gremlin on Sept 29, 2006 21:18:09 GMT -5
Henri ducks through a building's wall as the 'chopper flies overhead. Using the buildings as cover was likely to get him spotted in seconds if anyone took an astral peek out of the chopper. The only way he was going to pull this off was if he could stay so close to the chopper it'd be impossible for a passenger to spot him. After waiting a moment for it to pass overhead, Henri flies up until he's under two meters from the belly of the chopper. The idea being that anyone wishing to look there risked a long drop & a sudden stop. Flying 'Superman style' to minimise his profile under the chopper, he tries to keep an eye on the city passing below him. At the same time he frequently looks over his shoulder watching the chopper for changes in direction or altitude. Stealth: [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] Rule of 6: [dice=6] OMG! and again: [dice=6]Had he been in his body, Henri's heart would have been in his mouth. He wonders if the noise of the chopper would do any permenant damage to his meat ears. After a few minutes of shadowing the chopper, he notices two astral forms heading his way and what appeared to be a car attempting to follow the chopper. The two magicians, one male, one female appeared to be about Henri's age, but appearances could be decieving. The male attempts to follow the chopper by hopping from building to building, while the female shows more smarts and takes a similar approach to Henri, flying along side him. "Who the frag are you? and what the hell are you doing?" she mouths to him, using hand signals and facial expressions to get her point across over the noise of the chopper. "Fact findin' for Krass" Henri replies, ignoring the first question and using the hand signals he knows to be common when discussing Krass. "You're with the one in the weird hat in the car?" she mouths, indicating a ridiculous piece of headgear Henri simply nods, weighing up the risks of his next idea. The car seemed to be doing a good job of tailing the chopper. Henri was about to risk heading down to it, when a spell flew out of the chopper and struck the mage who was using the buildings as cover. "Mana bolt" Henri guessed, as the LS mage tumbled to the street. At least the bolt hadn't killed him and he had provided a nice distraction. Henri grabs the female mage's arm as she goes to help her colleague and shakes his head "You need to stay with the chopper in case I get the same treatment as your chummer." Guessing that the bug shaman thought he'd taken out his only astral shadower, Henri slows until the chopper is in front, then flies down to the car and manifests in the front, squeezed between Mao & Pops. He recognizes Pops from the bomb site, but there was no time for a proper introduction. Seeing the look on Mao's face, Henri cuts him off before he can ask any questions. "No time to explain hat boy, get on comms and get everyone out to wherever that fragger puts down. Pelch is alive and the bug shaman is scragged from castin' and sustainin'. We need to hit 'em before the shaman gets chance to rest...And tell them to fetch my meat." He doesn't mention the need to move fast before Pelch winds up playing host...[rand=7980955316625509718886883547886193018238822195615750528878037083]
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Post by Mao on Sept 30, 2006 16:42:46 GMT -5
OOC: First off I don't know if my comm is busted or not since no one on the recieving end has responded. Secondly..ahem..wheels..how do you know it isn't a trap...meaning that cuddoos person wasn't part of the gig that set up the bomb?
Pops tried to keep his eyes in front and maintain control of the car as Henri suddenly manifested between him and Mao.
"WHAT THE S!@# F#$%? Damn...don't you people ever do things normally?"
Mao continued to watch after the chopper overhead. "I've blasted through over comms everything you just said buddy. But no one is responding...and with the looks of all things...I think this might be the biggest party yet...wherever that chopper lands buddy. I'm loaded with AV rounds as well so I'm ready and so his pops here but he might need a change of pants after your 'entrance'. *smiles*
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Post by Wheels on Sept 30, 2006 22:17:36 GMT -5
OOC Actually I don't Mao, but you notice that I didnt sit out on the road waiting for them either...but also, its a function of the thread. we can write in what we like...within certain personally set parameters. I'm sure Pelch is wringing his hands in glee for your suggestion that maybe Cuddoos was in on it. Thats fine. If thats the way it plays out, I'll run with it...But the way that I wrote it, Cuddoos is a friendly associate of Buddy Baldwick, and therefore CONCERNED about his 'friend', much as you are currently worried about Pelch and Pelch was for me. We are associates, and yet you guys are concerned about my character. Not friends yet, just associates...It's not out of the realm of possibility that Cuddoos could be concerned by his friends untimely death. Anyways, I'm hoping that Widow or Freddy, or BB coordinate with you and me and we hook up to hit the warehouse...that yet remains to be seen...Game on!!
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Post by Mao on Sept 30, 2006 22:31:16 GMT -5
OOC: But that "concerned" may just be an "act" is what worries me...that's all. But I'll believe in ye mano...lol.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2006 19:26:07 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be in this line of work if I was into safety." I glanced over at the lapdog and saw a huge grin beneath that cowboy hat of his. "And don't you worry I'll have my boss cover the fine." He tapped his Manhunter, confident that he's over the melee..bastard..who seeds the wind gets the storm. I got on Pioneer, heading northbound. There wasn't a lot of cars, short of parked ones, so it was a good time to put the pedal to the metal and test drive that turbocharger. "So where is this chopper headed and how do you know it is what we're after? Last I recall it was a fake Doc Wagon..."
"It is a hunch. We lost track of the truck...but since I've expanded the search area plus got more people on the force looking into this investigation they'll probably need a way out fast...." My time to grin...I barely answered his question, but it seems to be enough for him. "Sounds like a plan but I suggest perhaps a double check with air traffic to see if any copter is legit and with rights to fly over? That might shed some light and make sure we are after the right bogey." Doubtful that the plane is ligit, but if they pulled illusions like they did, maybe they had someone deck-in and get a flying permit. "Benson?" "Yeah O'Reilley?" "Check with air control if there's a transport helicopter that got clearance to fly over the area." "A helicopter? What the frag are you talking about?" "Just do it..Those fake Docwaggonners flew away after dumping their fake ambulance. A Mage was with them, they somehow got controlled of that dirty dwarf that got our guys back at the scene." "All right, I'll do it, but don't push me O'Reilley, I'm ain't your fragin'secretary OK?" "All right all right..sorry about that, but I need someone I can trust to check it out." "Heh..whatever..I"ll call you when I get something." I opened up a channel at 234.56 MHz, in case Sargent Brinks called, but from what I could get from his little chat with control, he was just starting his flight. A few minutes later, we exited Puyallup, and entered Tacoma. The changes were obvious, mostly, actual constant public lighting, and less iron gates in front of store windows. The small Pioneer Way turned into Pioneer Highway, more room to move. I turned to get Mao to give out a bit of why he was really here, but someone was blocking my view to lapdog..wait what? I moved to the side a bit, but the car followed, almost going into the ditch, I got control quickly. "WHAT THE S!@# F#$%? Damn...don't you people ever do things normally?" Cowboy sure looked like him and the Mage were buddy-buddy.
"No time to explain hat boy, get on comms and get everyone out to wherever that fragger puts down. Pelch is alive and the bug shaman is scragged from castin' and sustainin'. We need to hit 'em before the shaman gets chance to rest...And tell them to fetch my meat." He doesn't mention the need to move fast before Pelch winds up playing host..." Well at least he seems to have the same view as me out lackey-boy..I release my foot for the pedal, keeping the car rolling on the momentum.
"I've blasted through over comms everything you just said buddy. But no one is responding...and with the looks of all things...I think this might be the biggest party yet...wherever that chopper lands buddy. I'm loaded with AV rounds as well so I'm ready and so his pops here but he might need a change of pants after your 'entrance'." He smiled..the fragger had the nerves to smile "Wipe that smile off your face you drek...you, Mage, what's that thing about a bug shaman..do you know the consequence of taht..if he's acting like that in the open, he must have quite the follwoing..that means bug spirit, hosting and even maybe a.." The sheer thought of it gave me shivers down my spine..No, it won't turn into another Chicago....The car downshifted when it got to 140 km/h. The Mage didn't felt it, but Mao did. "So talk, what's the deal with that bug shaman?"
"5-1 to control. Visual on bogey, 5 kilometers off, going North-by-northwest, starting tailing." At least he was still on it..Where the frag is that kid Mage?
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Post by Mao on Oct 3, 2006 0:35:18 GMT -5
"You remember that incident about some shootings and explosion ripping off in front of 'The Lantern'?"
Pops continued to concentrate on the road ahead while trying to keep up with Mao's story.
"Yea..it was all over the news...."
"That bug mage in that chopper up there had a hand in it and was there..."
Pops couldn't help it but look at Mao to see if he was even joking or not...Mao just didn't look back since he focused on the chopper ahead and just pointed signalling Pops to watch the road..which Pops quickly did.
"As I promised...you keep it up buddy I'll help you solve this big case. I know how you star folks work I used to be one."
"What on earth does he want with you guys so badly that he wants to kill you guys then...and who is telling him to...?"
"No clue on that yet. What I do know is that it means we must have something important for them to keep trying to kill us. Secondly someone has got to have big bucks to secure and want to secure such resources and go after some guys that are working for the mayor wouldn't you agree?"
Pops let off a quick laugh..."Everyone wishes that Krass were dead..."
"But..."
"Not everyone has the cajoles nor stuffings to pull it off either. Which leaves us with perhaps a handful of leads..."
"I'll need to talk to a gentlemen later to as to find out what is on the up and up later. Ever hear of Slash? I had a nice chat with him awhile back and it seems it is time for another if possible to see if he can shed any light on all of this..."
Pops gave his head a shake to see if he was indeed awake...meeting up with a gang boss....that was crazy.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Oct 4, 2006 2:22:59 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "You guys are doing just fine. I think I'll wait a bit more before catching up this one. I want to see where you take it.
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Post by Wheels on Oct 6, 2006 0:26:20 GMT -5
OOC Ack, I was going to post tonight, but too tired...Tomorrow...
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Post by wolflet59 on Oct 7, 2006 5:11:33 GMT -5
Freddy and Widow have been monitoring the comms - with everyone else off as fast as they could - more in the persuit would just be joining in on a possee - so figure out where the direction is taking them - theres bound to be a misdirection involved soon. Freddy ridinng pillion and Widovw driving her bike - they take an more open route, speeded by a spirit -
He sends out a brief reminder,,,
watch out for a backstop Mao - be prepared for them laying on an ambush - We are following up - not far behind you - to the east
He kicks on and locks two spells, swaying on the back of the bike - sorry Widow... The speedo clocks 120, but on three of the straights they flickered off screen on the traffic monitors 300plus in short bursts - good job she could drive well.... 'Sonic envelope' tickled the back of Fredd'ys mind as he wondered what Mach 1 speed was while they ate up the strip
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Oct 8, 2006 23:27:02 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Okay, we are in good position to finish this run up this week. I will be posting the next update later tonight."
All right then, now to settle what is generally happening and bring some order out of Chaos.
Pops/Mao on the ground in a Lone star vehicle are attempting to: Check out Ace- Not much there. Check out the chopper. Mao wants anything from the bomb details. Pops has an interest in the bug shaman.
Freddy/Widow on the ground on Widow's bike. Not sure what set them off since no metion is made but we must assume that Mao's signal is working (one-way). They seem unsure where they are going or what they are chasing. We will have to bring them into the light.
Henri w/2 Star mages is perilously close to that chopper. He is trying to hide. We shall determine how well tonight when I make my rolls.
Wheels is contacting BB and then will be visiting the chop shop for some clues there. We shall see where that takes him.
Pelch of course is in a sticky situation and we need not cover him yet.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Oct 9, 2006 0:51:14 GMT -5
-I can't believe someone would go that far only to kill me!"
Henri had no problem following the chopper through the astral. He could see the mage's aura inside but it appeared to be at rest and stable like the fragger was sleeping. The problem he was having was that the chopper was taking a very leisurely journey. He had already been out of body for sometime and was getting worried. The chopper had started by going NW for a time towards the Seattle Docks but then had put on a more westerly motion and was now going out over the ocean. If the vehicle continued in this direction and went out of sight of land this could pose a real problem! Already as they continued out over the water the two Lone Star mages had backed off and left to report that they could no longer follow. Henri wasn't about to give up that easily though.
Freddy and Widow skidded almost sideways have they arrived at the Dock area guided by BB. They could see a chopper, a Dragon, by the look of it heading out over the water. Widow glared in frustration, "That's the chopper Mao reported on, right?" Freddy nodded, "It would appear to be so. BB has a Satellite view of it and is following it. I wonder where Henri is? He hasn't reported back and BB says his body is still out." Widow glared then smiled slightly, "How are you at hot wiring a boat?" Freddy smiled and spoke in his comm. "BB can you get us a boat at our current position? Also while you're about it, how about you get us all coordinated?"
Pops and Mao, sirens blaring, screamed up the coast escorted by several Lone Star motorcycle cops. Pops glared as he continued to receive reports over the radio about the chopper. It was taking a very leisurely course now out to sea. The mages had abandoned the chase as too hazardous. "0-7-4 we have your information on the chopper. The chopper, transponder number 217-68f-321B is a registered corporate vehicle of Telestrian Enterprises and is on a logged and filed flight up the coast to a production platform near the Tir Tairngire border. It is suggested by Captain Denser that unless you have a clear tie in with your bomb incident, that you leave the vehicle alone!"
Mao laughed quietly and looked at Pop's with a slight grin to see what he would do. "Do you think you have a clear tie in? Your mages might have tagged the WRONG vehicle." Mao smiled as he sat back to think. He had used the facilities of the Star to look at the forensics of the bomb. It was a professional, corp level bomb. Extremely powerful and clean. It showed a delicate touch. Strong enough to completely demolish the building and yet so contained that it had only wrecked glass on the other nearby buildings. It showed a high degree of sophistication. Now how did Telestrian suddenly fit in?
Pops suddenly spoke, "You said a bug shaman was involved but you've been short on details. What kind? Wasp? Roach? Mantis? C'mon Krass boy, start making with some detail here. You've still got me flying in the dark. If I'm going to stick my hoop out in the wind, I would like to know what for."
Wheels now that he could start to hear again caught a faint voice from his telecom. "Wheels this is BB. Can you hear me? Freddy and Widow are headed for the docks. They are currently Pier 67, near the Edgewater Inn. They are looking for a boat, and I'll try to rent one from the Edgewater for them to use. I suggest you meet them there as soon as possible. I've also tapped into the Star links and have the Nan Sat on Ace in operation tracking a chopper. The Star thinks that a chopper related to Telestrian Enterprises might have Pelch on board. Everyone is scattered all over the place and Quick and I are trying to coordinate. Mao is in a Lone Star vehicle headed North up I-5 he can send but not receive. His current position is on Alaskan Way near the Colman Dock just approaching Pier 54. I intend to establish contact with him through the Star network but I have to get some permission through the Star bureaucracy first. We believe Henri is somehow involved with the chopper. His last report was that he was going to the crime scene. He has no damage so we KNOW he is not in astral combat but he may be trapped. Quick and I are in the lair. We need a ride. Can you pick up Quick and I? We all need to meet at Pier 67"
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Post by wolflet59 on Oct 9, 2006 11:21:47 GMT -5
Freddy has been monitoring the comms, keeping tabs on the progress of the investigation into the bombing - as the team scurried off to investigate and the second trap was sprung, he and Widow provide support.. Though it wasnt going exactly to plan, the chopper was located but now heading out to sea, escaping their hastily thrown net. Kack.
sounds like everyone will be here soon.. we'd need another chopper or a powerboat to chase that thing up.. but I could slow it down conciderably with my little spirit..
The shaman will no doubt be tied into the Star communications and listening to them stopping persuit - but he's got one of us, and so knows we will follow as best we can.
So do we play it quiet or go in swinging?
He takes a vantage point on the quayside looking out into astral in order to check if Henri was nearby - and makes sure he has got astral overwatch available for the others as they arrive.
How would Henri see them.. well how about a big picture of a black spider on the seaward side of the closest building - a low power illusion - that would be spotted from the sea by an astral flyer - If Henri was still following, he had an immediate return point. If he had broken off he would be in touch soon enough.
Mao's said - follow that chopper.. Theres an astral body tucked in behind it.. Henri ?
Can we get a chopper ourselves - surely Krass has a few around - How bout it BB?
(OOC I'm assuming Freddy was following the comms info - but if we havnt got the standard ones up and running, then we're going to have to arive with Quick an BB - if she is coming..)
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Post by Wheels on Oct 11, 2006 0:24:04 GMT -5
Bobby ducks as a dark sedan pulls up in front of the address he'd given Cuddoos. Two men get out of the sedan, a short, thin, hispanic man in a two-piece suit over a wife beater and wearing dark glasses gets out of the passenger door. A very large, fat human also in a nice suit gets out from behind the wheel. The smaller man speaks harshly to the fatter man, and he moves around the car, obviously looking for someone, his hand resting in a bulging suit pocket. The thin italian man tapped his fingers on the roof of the car as he waited for his henchmen to look around.
"Drek, there's nothin for it..." Bobby says as he walks back around the garage he was parked behind and comes out thru the bush on to the street at the front of the garage. Looking around quickly, he holds the Enfield along his right side as he walks quickly towards the sedan. The fat wop sees him and pulls the heavy pistol located in his suit pocket half way out before the other man speaks harshly to him again.
"Hector?" Bobby asks, eyeing the heavier man carefully from about 10 feet in front of the sedan. "Aye...Cuddoo's said nothing about a dwarf..." Hector had a Harvard cultivated way of talking, but the undertone of an Italian accent. It's like he's trying to hide the fact that he's a slug from the sprawl.
"Cuddoo's didn't know...Can we get going? Did he brief you on the plan?" Hector nodded and waved at his driver before climbing into the car himself. The fat driver, climbed behind the wheel, grunting as Bobby climbed into the back seat.
"Alright, dwarf, you don't say nothing. I do all the talking. What are we looking for?" Hector asked, turning around in the seat to look at Bobby reloading the Enfield for the third time.
"Well, a grey Dodge Glow to start. Then, whomever was driving the Dodge Glow. Those people will lead us to the people who bombed 'Buddy' and his workshop into oblivion..." Bobby's voice was tight and hard, but he didn't look at Hector, focused as he was on the shotgun. Hector's face hardened as well, and he glanced at his driver. The driver reached over to the glove box and removed a Ruger Superwarhawk, handing it to Hector butt first. The small italian took the hand cannon and stuck it into his belt before turning back to face forward. "We'll be there in 3 minutes..."
Bobby silently activated the remote control deck and pulled Buddy's truck out from behind the garage, having it follow the sedan about half a block back, parking it part-way down the block from their final destination, as the sedan pulled up into a wood fenced compound, outside an older run down warehouse.
"Come on, and stay beside Paulie." The three of them piled out of the car and a scrawny, balding human of about 40 years came shuffling quickly out of the warehouse.
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Bobby thought he spotted the rear quarter panel of the Dodge Glow parked behind a couple of other cars and GM Bulldog, near the back of the lot.
The balding human came forward speaking quickly. "Hector, Hector, I did not know you were coming. We paid Mr. Bonanno last wee..." The scrawny human stopped speaking as he suddenly found himself looking down the barrel of the Warhawk. Tony 'Cuddoo's' Bonanno. I didn't know Buddy knew the mafia... Bobby thought to himself.
"The Dodge Glow. The one in the corner over there. Who's been using it lately?" The proprietor of the warehouse flicked his eyes to his left, towards the car, then to Manuel and Wheels standing impassively behind Hector. Manuel pulled an Ares Predator out of his suit pocket, and Bobby shifted the shotgun to his shoulder, following Manuel's lead...
"I....I...I d...I don't know..." The man stuttered as Hector pressed the barrel fiercely into the man's forehead.
"Wrong answer...." Hector spat savagely as he cocked the weapon. "I guess Cuddoo's is going to have to find someone else to run this place..."
"Jackson brought them in...He was drivin the cybermonkey around...Three days. I was paid to chop the car today..."
Hector lowered the gun and shot the man in the knee. The man fell heavily, howling in pain as blood pumped from his mashed knee."THAT is for not cutting in Cuddoos...Where's Jackson?" The man pointed with a shaking, bloody hand towards the back of the warehouse and Hector turned without a backward glance...Paulie kicked the smaller human lying on the ground as he walked by, eliciting a further cry of pain. Bobby just followed, keeping a sharp eye.
Hector walked into the warehouse through the open overhead door that the owner had walked out of moments before. Paulie noticed something and moved quickly to the right, circling around behind the warehouse. Moves fast for a fat man. Bobby thought as he chambered a round and moved slowly behind Hector. Several workers stopped working and moved to hide behind cars as Hector and Bobby walked into the warehouse. Off to one side was a large refueling tanker truck with hoses still lying on the ground. There was a strong odor of jet fuel in the air, and Bobby walked over to the truck quickly, bending down and touching the liquid draining out of the pipe. Swearing under his breath, Bobby stood, and Hector looked over.
"Jet fuel. They musta stole this truck from the SeaTac airport to refuel."
A yell was heard outside, and then Paulie crab-walked a midsized orc in the back door. Paulie's gun was pressed into the ork's temple and Paulie held him by the ear. The ork was marched over to Hector and shoved to the ground.
"Jackson, Jackson..." Hector tsked. "You've been a bad boy. Gone and let some strangers here on Cuddoo's turf. Who were they you stupid drekhead?" Hector's enthic background kicked in and his cultured accent slipped a bit.
"I dunno...I dunno..." the Ork stammered. "All I remember is that they gave me this credstick as payment..." The ork fumbled in his coveralls for a moment, and Paulie and Hector both raised their guns to point at his eyes. The ork slowly with two fingers removed a certified credstick and let it roll to the ground.
"Guess we are going to have to do this the hard way Jackson. Paulie, bring over that engine hoist..." Hector stated as he picked up the credstick and handed it to Bobby.
"I might have a friend that can do something with this...I have Buddy's phone. Call me if you find out anything else?" Hector nodded and Bobby walked quickly towards the door...
Bobby swore softly as BB contacted him on Buddy's earphone, startling him as he made his way back to Buddy's truck."Wheels this is BB. Can you hear me? Freddy and Widow are headed for the docks. They are currently Pier 67, near the Edgewater Inn. They are looking for a boat, and I'll try to rent one from the Edgewater for them to use. I suggest you meet them there as soon as possible. I've also tapped into the Star links and have the Nan Sat on Ace in operation tracking a chopper. The Star thinks that a chopper related to Telestrian Enterprises might have Pelch on board. Everyone is scattered all over the place and Quick and I are trying to coordinate. Mao is in a Lone Star vehicle headed North up I-5 he can send but not receive. His current position is on Alaskan Way near the Colman Dock just approaching Pier 54. I intend to establish contact with him through the Star network but I have to get some permission through the Star bureaucracy first. We believe Henri is somehow involved with the chopper. His last report was that he was going to the crime scene. He has no damage so we KNOW he is not in astral combat but he may be trapped. Quick and I are in the lair. We need a ride. Can you pick up Quick and I? We all need to meet at Pier 67"
"Pick you up? Are you crazy? I'm in Puyallup. You'd be faster taking a cab..." Bobby thought quickly as he started the vehicle and turned around on the street to head north.
"Drek...Okay, Take a cab down to Sea-Tac airport. Hanger 25. And I'm going to need you to file a flight plan for me. Pilot's name is Yvonne Watters, and my helicopter identification is NG-179-L. I have codex-4 clearance and will bring my ID when I get there. It's a cover ID, I'm an independant pilot for Yamakutsa. At least thats what the records show. Plot a course to wherever that chopper is headed. I'll be there in 35 minutes...And I have something else for you to look at. I'm patching it thru now." Bobby one-handed the credstick to the phone and connected the two for the information transfer. "See what you can find out from that...It might be nothing, but it might connect these Drekhead's to Buddy's bombing.
I got room for two passengers. That'll be you and Quick I guess. Widow will have to worry about the rest of the crew from her end. Oh, and my comms unit is blasted to bits. You'll have to send me the info on the chopper's course so I can plot an itercept course. Hope we can find some way to slow that heli down...Otherwise, we'll be bearding the lion in his den...so to speak....Call me when you get there..." Bobby clicked the phone off and accelerated around some slower moving vehicles as he turned onto Pioneer Way east, heading for Meridian and the I-161 to take him to the airport himself.
I hope we're not too late to help Pelch, that little fragger....[rand=32089386945447784256748967196179468064415681071103044876740724576925]
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