Unfortunately, due to scheduling conflicts, this campaign has ended prematurely. This blog will remain here and archived for reminiscing on what has happened. I would like to thank the players that have participated and bid Detroit farewell.
Rainne excused herself as the others were planning on how to hijack the shipment. A strange message came through on her commlink and she stepped outside to see it. Ever perceptive of her surroundings, she scanned the area as she leaned up against the wall. She flipped open the commlink and started to read the message. The message ended up being empty. The gun adept went on immediate alert and went to go for her gun. Unfortunately, it was too late. The searing pain of electric shock spread through her body and she went limp.
She woke up in a small wooden chair in a dark room. Her senses started to come back and she realized that her legs and hands were bound to the chair. She had a gag in her mouth that was secured with duct tape. Moments later, a pair of figures came in. They were dressed in suits and spoke in an unknown language. One of them walked up and slapped her until she moved. He pulled the gag down from her mouth and warned her about screaming. Of course, the moment the gag was moved, she screamed. Instinctively she knew that the blow was coming and braced for it. The slap came strong and hard. She spit out the blood and looked at him.
The stranger started to ask questions about who she worked for and why she was attacking their interests. Confused, Rainne said nothing. The questions came back to back to back, but Rainne remained silent. Then their tactics changed. The stranger beat her with a closed fist over and over again. The same questions came again and again, however, she remained silent. A moment or two of silence was shattered with the sound of a gunshot.
Rainne screamed out in pain as the bullet pierced her leg and shattered her kneecap. The smoking gun was still pointed at her as the questioning began again. No answers came from Rainne. She only cried out in pain. The pair of strangers placed the gag back in her mouth and left the room. The silence was deafening. All she heard was the beat of her heart and the throbbing of the pain in her leg. Eventually, she succumbed to the pain and passed out. The sweet relief of rest was needed for the young woman.
The rest was interrupted by the strike of the butt of an assault rifle. She yelped as her eyebrow broke open and spewed blood. She could feel her eye begin to swell up. She seen a commlink streaming her sitting there. The voices …. those were familiar to her. Her eyes began to focus as a stranger grabbed her hand … her shooting hand. She tried to keep him from getting it, but she just didnt have the strength. He wrestled it free and pulled her trigger finger loose. She watched in horror as a pair of rusty pliers ripped and tore her fingernail off, including parts of her flesh. She screamed in pain and began to pass out again. Everything in the room faded to black.
The next thing she remembered was the sound of a car running. She was in the backseat with one of the strangers next to her. Out the window, the buildings flew by, but soon slowed down. The vehicle rounded a corner and she recognized what she seen. The housing project … the community center … Daquiri Jack … the door swung open and she was thrown out. Her hands and legs were still bound so she was not able to protect herself from the fall. The car seemed to not slow down at all as her body slammed into the concrete of the street. Her head bounced off the pavement as she felt herself slip away again. The sounds of gunfire rang through her ears as she seen QJ rushing towards her. He squeezed off a few more shots before scooping her limp body up. She breathed a sigh of relief as she knew that she was safe now. Again, everything faded to black.
A 4.2 magnitude earthquake struck the Detroit area today. The epicenter was shallow and centered below the Hamtramck neighborhood. Damage is said to be low and multiple buildings suffering from structural damage. There have been no reports of fatalities caused by this. Stay tuned for more information as its discovered.
Today’s Session Dates: February 10, 2075
Cast of Characters
When the earth stopped shaking, Tors and Kish surveyed the area for damage. There was a little damage as the earthquake was not very big. However, there was some slight structural damage to nearby buildings. At the NEST, the house projects had a little more damage. Part of the building had some walls and floors collapse and blew out some windows. However, it seemed that this part was empty and nobody was hurt. The shaking seemed to not faze Edgar as he tried in vain to rub out the body damage from earlier that night.
Both Tors and Kish’s commlinks buzzed. It was a message from Rainne … however, it was not Rainne. The message had an image of her tied to a chair. She was bruised, battered and beaten.
“We have your dear little friend here and will kill her if you do not stop your aggression against our interests. Compensation must be made in the sum of 50,000 nuyen for your unprovoked assault on our many assets. This should be put on a secured credstick and delivered to my associate in Shaw Park in 1 hour. How does the saying go? Oh, yeah … Rainne, Rainne will go away and never to return.”
It was then that Kish noticed Rainne’s motorcycle where she normally parks it. This day has begun to completely spin out of control.
The team discussed a plan on what they should do. The got a hold of Daiquiri Jack and discussed the situation with him. The fixer was upset about the abduction of one of his runners. Their original plan was to get a fake credstick, but it was too short of time to acquire one. QJ ponied up a credstick with the 50k on it with the caveat that they dont lose it. There was only a little bit of time left, so they had to get the plan in motion.
Tors disguised himself to look like Daiquiri Jack, with the assistance of Kish. He figured that he had enough clout that it may be enough to convince the kidnappers, whom they assumed were the Fitzgerald gang, that they made a mistake messing with his team.
Kish would be waiting in the van nearby, in case things went south.
Edgar would take up a high vantage point and provide overwatch with his drones. He could also control the van remotely and get Kish to the action quickly. He also changed out the ammunition in the van’s mounted grenade launcher to use flash bangs.
Daiquiri Jack remained behind, but was connected to Tors through comms and his shared image link. QJ would be able to hear and see all that was happening.
The plan was in place and they moved on Shaw Park. They expected to see the shadowrunner Mutt or other Fitzgerald gangers, however, Tors was met by a human dressed in a business suit and carrying a submachine gun. He was sitting on a park bench as he approached. The associate held up a commlink that showed a live stream, in AR, of Rainne. The gun adept was bound and gagged to a chair. Tors requested proof of life before proceeding. The associate spoke something, which QJ translated from Russian and “slap her”. The AR feed showed a mysterious stranger step from off camera and strike Rainne with a the butt of an assault rifle. She screamed in pain.
Tors tried to intimidate the associate and delay as the other two looked for signs of where Rainne was, however, it resulted in the associate getting more violent. The AR feed again showed a mysterious stranger. This time, he reached forth and pulled Rainne’s hand out and tore the nail of her trigger finger with a rusty pair of pliers. The scream from her sent shivers down those that watched.
With no other choice, and concern that this was escalating beyond their control, Tors handed over the credstick with the nuyen. The associate checked the credstick and confirmed that the funds were there. He stated that Rainne will be released soon and began to leave. He headed across the park, opposite where the van was parked and regardless of the intimidation from Tors, and got into a black Americar. As the car pulled away, Edgar had his drones follow it as the van picked them up and followed.
A few moments after the car left, QJ reported that Rainne was returned outside of the NEST.
The car headed west away from the park and, after a short time, pulled into the fenced area of an old middle school. It seems that the school was modified into some sort of fortress. There were armed guards, wearing business suits, all over. On buildings around it were more guards, but they had some heavier hardware. A closer look and QJ identified them as members of the Nikitovich Vory Syndicate. Not being able to do anything currently, they decided to retreat and decided on their next move. Surveillance was put in place and the team fell back to the NEST. Rainne was in a room in the community center. She was severely injured and connected to a medkit. This cannot go unpunished …
Today’s Session Dates: February 9 to February 10, 2075
Cast of Characters
- Introducing … Edgar
The Johnson had just left. Tors and Kish were looking over the route of the shipment when Rainne disappeared. She silently excused herself and left the community center. Moments later, an individual named Edgar showed up. This was the rigger that the team needed to complete the job. After some quick introductions, the trio worked out an action plan to hijack the shipment. They only had a few hours to get set up, Rainne was still not here and messages were getting unanswered. They had to proceed without her.
Edgar sent out some of his drones to keep an eye out on the route for when the truck passes. The truck was disguised as an ACME ice cream truck and with the image they were provided as the Johnson left, they should be able to find it. The spot they decided to ambush it was nearby, but on the other side of Fitzgerald territory. The route followed along the I-696 and there was a point where it got off and onto Dequindre Rd and would continue alont 10 mile road. The was directly along the edge of the gang’s territory and the point where it was decided the most likely place they would attempt to hijack. Drones were placed around here to monitor and all there was to do now was to pick up some supplies from the Stuffer Shack that was just down the street from the target area.
The trio exited the community center and found Edgar’s vehicle. A silver family minivan, complete with a car seat, assorted toddler snacks and toys scattered about and a stick-family decal on the back window. Edgar needed to pick up a bucket of nails and screws and while there, Tors picked up a pair of vintage roller skates, helmet and pads that had a lightning bolt motif. The offramp that the route marked was where they headed next. Tors dumped out the bucked of screws and nails they got from the Stuffer Shack while Edgar deployed the oil sprayer. This late at night and the area they are in, collateral damage from this should be kept at a minimum. After leaving, they headed back to the NEST to wait.
The new rigger was able to spot the truck through the lookout drone that was the farthest away. The team had roughly 15 to 20 minutes to act, so they headed towards the target area. Not wanting alert any gangers that they were intruding in their area, they tool a longer route around. Unfortunately, the route took longer and as they took the onramp on to the freeway, they came side to side with the hijacking in progress. The truck was leading with security officers firing on group of bikers. The bikers were wearing Fitzgerald colors. The minivan promptly stopped and positioned itself in case it needed to move. Kish fired out the window with his silenced gun and tagged the delivery truck with a tracker tag. They then waited for the firefight to get ahead of them and towards the ambush spot.
They kept behind them and as they approached the offramp, the delivery truck feinted. It made a last minute change and stayed on the freeway instead of getting off. Unfortunately for the gangers, two of the bikers failed to catch it and sped down the offramp. They hit the oil slick and began to lose control. Once the speeding bikes hit the nails and screws, the tires blew out. The bikes began to flip and threw their riders in a violent and horrific scene.
The other two bikers were able to stay with following the delivery truck. The security forces on the truck continued to fire at them through the gun ports in the back and the gangers were firing on the truck. While the reroute was unexpected, the minivan continued to follow.
Then, out of seemingly nowhere, a familiar looking black 4×4 burst out and plowed into the delivery truck. The truck veered off the freeway, through a parking lot and skidded to a stop as it hit the wall of the Stuffer Shack that they were just at. The bikers and two more gangers from the ruined 4×4 jumped on the security forces and took control of the delivery truck. The fled the Stuffer Shack and headed back towards the minivan and the boobytrapped offramp. However, Edgar had another idea.
He pulled a u-turn and positioned the minivan along the side of the freeway. The delivery truck was headed right towards the rear of the vehicle. Kish and Tors hop out, along with a pair of doberman drones, and take cover between the minivan and the barrier. Edgar launched a thermosmoke grenade and it began to smoke. To add to the picture, he turned on the minivan’s hazard lights. The two bikers were leading and the drones fired on them. The shots hit the bikes and the gangers were thrown off. Kish took an aimed shot at the tire of the delivery van in an attempt to stop it. The APDS round pierced the armored tire and caused it to blow out. The driver of the van lost control of it and it slammed into the side of the parked minivan. A silent, or not so silent, scream escaped Edgar’s mouth.
Tors started strapping on his new roller skates and padding while Tors moved around to the drivers side door of the truck. The window was slightly open and Kish fired a round through the window and into the drivers head. When he opened the door, the driver’s dead body fell out. The passenger was killed by the impact. The two gangers that were thrown from their bikes started to stir, but they were still dazed from the accident. Kish hopped into the driver side of the van while Tors swung around and opened the back of the van. There were two dead Ares security guards … and nothing else. This truck was supposed to have an arms shipment, but its empty.
Tors sent out a warning to the rest of the team as they began to hear the unmistakable whine of VTOL turbines. Ares threat response was headed right towards them. Tors flung the two ganger bodies from their previous encounter with them down by the van and Kish put the driver back in the seat. They, and the drones, got back into the van and began to fled. Another audible groan came from Edgar as the sound of metal scraping metal echoed through the minivan as it pulled away. They sped down the highway and got off at the same exit the chase began as a pair of Ares Ventures flew by. Moments later they were back at the safety of the NEST. From there, the trio was able to see one of the Ventures flying around the area and assumed the other has landed.
Edgar got out of the van to inspect the damage done by the crash and groaned some more. They stood there discussing the events and how to proceed. They were hired to hijack a shipment of weapons and ended up with an empty truck. Was this a decoy or just a trap? Did the Johnson know this or was his intel flawed? The team needs gathers their thoughts and began to plan their next move.
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There was an assassination attempt made on a local judge. Judge Mallory Greeves was shot multiple times when she exited her vehicle in front of the Detroit Metroplex Federal Justice Center. She was rushed to a local hospital where she is listed in critical condition.
Knight Errant investigators are on top of the case and looking for three individuals. It is believed that the individuals were injured in the shootout.
< Images of the following suspects are displayed. >
Suspect 1: A young human woman in her mid 20’s with an average build, fair complexion, dark eyes and shoulder-length dark hair. She is portrayed wearing jeans and a dark hoodie.
Suspect 2: A young orc male of Amerind ancestry in his early 20’s with a muscular build, dark complexion and eyes, long black hair pulled into a ponytail. He is portrayed wearing military fatigues with a sleeveless shirt. Both his arms were covered in tribal tattoos.
Suspect 3: A bald, older human male, in his early 40’s, slightly overweight with a light complexion. He had a pair of cybereyes and a full grey beard. He is portrayed wearing a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a black trenchcoat.
< Video feed shows a group of 4 individuals firing on the judge. Security forces returning fire and one of them going down.>
Anyone with information is asked to reach out to Detective Mike Smithers of Knight Errant.
In a related story, the trial against B & E Geological Services was delayed due to the event. The lawsuit states that the company is accused of allegedly storing toxic and hazardous materials beneath the city. The company has released a statement that the accusations are false. The trial was being presided over by Judge Greeves. The District Attorneys office also released a statement condeming the attack on the judge and will seek a new judge to preside over the trial.
A trideo surfaced on the Matrix of a ship, that left Detroit harbor, being hijacked in Lake Erie. The ship was believed to contain cargo owned by Ares Macrotechnology and was bound for Norfolk Virginia. The trideo showed crates of weapons and various other cargo. Shortly later, the trideo has been removed. Officials released a statement that the trideo was fake and that they provide only the best security for their shipments. When pressed about other recent reports of stolen cargo, Ares officials ended the interview.
Stuffer Shack has pushed off releasing the new product line of tacos for its NERPS line. The “soycos” as they will be called. Are completely made of soy, can be made with very little effort and nuyen and even the most disallusioned Stuffer Shack clerk can do it. They will be sold by the dozen for 10 nuyen each! No future date has been provided on when they will be released.
Ares Macrotechnology will be expanding into the midwest region and will be building an arcology and manufacturing center in Omaha. Plans to start the build, which will be using nanotechnology, is scheduled for March 1st.
A magnitude 5.8 earthquake struck the CFS overnight. It was centered about a mile off the coast of San Francisco harbor. There have only been reports of minor damage due to the quake.
Today’s Session Dates: February 8 to February 9, 2075
Cast of Characters
Kish, still reeling from the ambush on her way home from work, skated down the sidewalk. Smoke from the smoke grenade that was dropped to provide her some cover. She felt the sting of the bullet penetrating her leg, the wetness of the blood as it started flowing from the wound. She could see the NEST and skated towards its safety. Down on the street, luckily there was no traffic … as if there ever really was any, and up onto the sidewalk. The pain in her leg so much that she couldnt get it to move when jumping back onto the sidewalk. Her foot snagged the edge, causing her to tumble to the ground. She laid there on the ground.
A moment or two later, she opened her eyes and seen Tors and Rainne standing over her. Rainne was checking her wounds and looking down the street where she had just come from. People from the NEST were going about their business in the early morning. John and Stella were in the garden getting it ready for planting in the spring. The ground was still thawing out, but they wanted the ground to be ready for the seeds. Margaret, Eric and their daughter Jenny were playing in the grass. Andrew, Dave, Mark and Helen were walking down the sidewalk. Another moment or two and the street erupted in gunfire.
A pair of rotodrones, armed with assault rifles appeared and opened fire. The first one started spraying bullets. Rainne and Tors dodged out of the way. Unfortunately, the flying bullets struck Margaret, John and Stella. All three went down a the second drone opened fire. To add to the confusion, the two gangers, wearing Fitzgerald colors, that ambushed Kish came out of the side of the street and also unleashed a hail of gunfire. More bullets struck Tors and Rainne, but an errant bullet found the side of little Jenny’s neck. The three runners returned fire, quickly dispatching the pair of gangers, one drone and damaging the other.
Another moment later, a faded black four-wheel drive Toyota Gopher arrived on the scene. The passenger side window went down and an outstretched arm appeared. The fingers started to crackle with magical energy as a bolt of lightning erupted and hurtled itelf right at Kish, striking her in the side. Meanwhile, the damaged drone continued to fire on the crowd. After seeing the mage launch the magical spell, Mr Munnin suggested that Tors could do that. He stretched out his hand and concentrated real hard. After a few attempts, he was not able to launch the spell.
The team shifted focus as the new threat appeared. Kish and Rainne fired at the mage in the truck. Rainne’s shot hit the truck, but Kish’s struck the mage. The truck started to speed away, with the remaining drone in tow. Kish found a moment, as the truck hurtled in front of her, to get one more shot off at the mage. She lined her weapon up and fired a shot. The bullet struck true and the mage slumped over in the seat. The truck turned off and speed away. Rainne was able to get a shot of the truck and its identifications.
Then the screams set in. The immediate threat was gone. Kish, Rainne and Tors turn around to see several individuals on the ground. Daiquiri Jack is already on the scene with medkits tending to the injured. The three of them spring into action, using their medkits and first aid to help the injured. Tors and Kish rush to the injured Jenny. Tors was able to stabilize her, so Kish went to the other injured. They started moving the injured into the safety of the community center. Tors and Mr Munnin gathered the kids elsewhere and kept them entertained. In the end, three people died in the incident. The first three people that were shot, Margaret, John and Stella, had died from their wounds. Little Jenny was able to pull through. During her time with Tors and Mr Munnin, she had talked with the stuffed bird in length. The two carried on a conversation.
The rest of the day was uneventful as the residents of the NEST stayed indoors. Daiquiri Jack remained in the community center tending to the injured and the three runners continued to provide support where they could.
The next night was the funeral for their fallen runner, CoyHawk. It was a small ceremony, only about a dozen people were there. Daiquiri Jack presided over it an gave a short sermon. Afterwards, everyone lined up to say their final goodbyes a they walked past the wooden casket. The runners walked past and paid their respects. However, there was one missing. Sprint was not seen during the attack on the NEST, nor was he present for the funeral.
The three of them slowly walked back to the NEST when they got a message about a job. The team was needed for a rush job and the Johnson was already at the community center. They were to report there immediately.
When they arrived, they found a human male that was dressed in a pair of dirty jeans, combat boots and UCAS Army shirt. His short cropped military cut brown hair, clean shaven face shows a deep scar across his head. As they walk in, both Rainne and Kish recognize him. He was Jonah Winchester, Rainne’s black market arms dealer contact. She had referred Kish to him for some weapon upgrades and ammo.
He had a job for the team to do. He knew they were having issues with the Fitzgerald gang and he caught wind of an operation they were doing involving some weaponry. Everyone came to an agreement on the payment, including a discount on the merchandise. Ares has a shipment of weapons coming in from Chicago. The Fitzgerald gang was going to hijack the shipment. It would be bad for business, and the NEST, if the gang came into possession of these weapons. So he would like the team to acquire the shipment and deliver it to one of his warehouses. They are provided a map of the route they will be taking, which curiously is not a direct route. When asked about possible point where the gang could make their move, Jonah pointed out a few point on the map.
After the Johnson leaves, the three of them started making some plans and they realized they will likely need a driver. Luckily, Daiquiri Jack knows of a guy that can help them and made a call. The team has only a few hours before the shipment is out of their reach. They pulled up an AR map of the route and began to plan as their newest team member walks into the room.
The night was just like any other night at the motel for Kish. However, this night, things got a little more dangerous. A small group of people came bursting through the door. A couple of them were pretty banged up and wounded. Kish and one of the other attendants quickly ushered them through the back and into a vacant room. Kish, with his hand on his pistol, scanned the area through the windows, but didnt see anything. A few hours later, a pair of Knight Errant detectives came in. They asked to see the guest registry as they were looking for a wanted individual. Kish, after pondering for a few on whether she should or not, let them view the registry. Not finding what they were looking for, Kish was shown an image of the individuals that were wanted for murder. Kish recognized the individuals as the ones he had helped earlier, however, stated that she had not seen them. Satisfied with her answer, the detective left an ARO business card with her.
“Give me a call if you see this person.” Detective Mike Smithers said as he passed it over. Kish simply nodded and they left the building.
After the detectives left, Kish copied down the information from the ARO. Suspicious of what the business card could be, she promptly placed it in the drawer and left it there.
When her shift was up, she headed out the door and on home. The cold hit her a little harder than she expected, so she hiked up her armored jacked to help block the wind. That was when she caught a glimpse of the beat up, black Toyota Gopher at the corner. The four wheel drive was a little banged up and the paint was fading in parts, but that is not what caught her attention. Inside were three individuals that seemed to be watching her. However, they went about talking amongst themselves. Suspicious that she was being watched, possibly by Knight Errant for providing the assistance, Kish took a little longer to get home and was more cautious with the surroundings.
Everything seemed in order for the next few days as Kish met up with Rainne. She mentioned that she was looking for some personalized grips for her pistols and Rainne directed her to an arms dealer she knew. The dealer had Kish firmly grip a couple of polymer clay grips to get the personalization that was needed. It would take a few days to make them, so she went ahead and picked up some APDS ammo as well.
Kish was working another uneventful shift at the motel. Her mind was on the funeral tomorrow for CoyHawk. While she didnt really know the young mage, Kish had a tinge of remorse for the loss. At the end of her shift, she skated home. Guess her mind was on the funeral for most of the way, but a scuffling sound, muffled voices and a fleeting shadow broke her our of her reverie as she rounded the corner.
Then it hit her. A loud bang and something hitting her chest. The impact knocked the wind out of her momentarily. She quickly got back to her senses and seen a pair of gangers, dressed in Fitzgerald colors. One was kneeled down and pointing a shotgun at her, the other was standing just behind him with a finger pointed at her. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl as the shotgunner cocked another round into the chamber and took aim. The other ganger pulled out an Ares Predator and moved it to aim at Kish. Anger at being shot bubbled over, but the reality of the situation cooled her response. Taking on two gangers, that got a drop on her, by herself was not favorable. Quickly, she pulled out a smoke grenade and dropped it at her feet. She let the momentum of the skates propel her further from them.
As time seemed to slip back into normal, she heard another shotgun blast. This time, the shot went wide and struck the wall next to her. However, the shot from the Ares Predator struck her in the lower leg. Luckily, her armored jacket took the brunt of the hit. It was still enough to cause her leg to slightly buckle. She easily regained control again and continued to flee. The smoke quickly filled the corner and masking her escape. She rounded a few more corners, flew across the street and was back home in the NEST. Her skates caught on the curb as she tried to slow down, which threw her to the ground in front of Rainne and Tors. She laid there for a few moments to recover. Rainne and Tors spot the trickle of blood from the bullet wound in her leg. They look at each other with a look of dismay and wondered what the frag happened.
Disclaimer: CoyHawk was a character based on the pregenerated character Coydog, provided by Catalyst. The likeness used in this image is from that dossier.
“God this place sucks ….” Jason mumbled to himself. The smell of the scrapyard penetrated his clothes and never truly washes out. He half-heatedly walked on his patrol with his partner for the day, Davis, and the god awful mutt, Redd. Redd wasn’t your normal scrapyard mutt, he was a bitch of a hellhound. The pay sucked just as much, which is why he accepted the offer from the Russian fella. The side job was simple, to take money from his ganger connections and pass out packets of Tempo to them. The scrapyard owner set aside some space in one of the empty warehouses to store the stuff. Once a week or so, a truck load of the drek would get delivered and the warehouse would be restocked. When the shift ended, Jason would make his way back to the coffin motel room and drink until he passes out. Rinse, Lather, Repeat … Day in and Day out.
Today was just another day. Jason received a message from Gopher that he was just about there. He grabbed a bag of Tempo and stepped outside. The guard lit up a cigarette and looked about, waiting for the ganger to show up.
“Frag this city” He muttered and took a long drag as he looked around, he spotted Gopher coming down the street.
“Got a smoke, bro?” Gopher asked.
He fished one out and passed it over. The ganger lit it up and took a long drag off of it. “Man, today has been a rough day.”
“Oh yeah?” Jason asked. He didn’t really give a drek, but needed to stay on good terms with these fraggers for now. Before Gopher could get into the details, he pulled the bag of drugs from his pocket and looked around. Sensing that he didn’t want to hear his story, Gopher passed over the credstick in exchange for the bag. Jason checked the creds on it and nodded. He finished the cigarette and flicked it out into the street.
Gopher headed back up the street and Jason headed back into the scrapyard. He generally has to go and drop the credstick in the warehouse, but had to stop by the smelting room first. Redd likes to sleep in here. Jason personally hated it in here … way to fraggin hot. He woke the beast from its slumber and they proceeded over to the warehouse. He dropped the credstick in the box and left. Davis was waiting for him and they met up to resume the “patrol”. Not sure why they called it a patrol, it wasn’t like anyone could just look across the yard.
A few hours later, a message came in from Maximovich, the Russian fella. It was time to handoff and meet up with the rest of the syndicate. Jason grabbed the stack of credsticks from the box and headed towards the entrance. He could hear the Russian coming. That god awful classical music blasting out of his fraggin car. “Drek …” he thought to himself. He knew what was going to happen. He was going to get into the car and Maximovich was going to go on and on about how this era of music was the best there ever was.
“Journey this … blah blah blah”
“Journey that … blah blah blah”
“Steve Perry … blah blah blah”
“Boston this and that … blah blah blah”
Its the same drek over and over again. A visible cringe appears as the lyrics bounced off his eardrums.
“Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard … Their shadows searching in the night”
“Goddammit,” he mumbled to himself as he left the scrapyard. He jumped into the Ford Americar and they drove away. Twenty minutes later, Maximovich got a message on his commlink. “Stash is destroyed, location compromised”
“MOTHER FRAGGIN FRACKFACES!” he whipped the car around and hauled ass back to the scrapyard. The car squealed to a stop in front of the gate and he was out of the car and in the gate before Jason could even get unbuckled. The heat from the inferno could be felt out here. The smoke billowed into the sky. “What the frag happened?” He yelled to one of the other guards. There was no answer as he burst through the door. Everyone was working to put out the fire and nearly had it under control. The Russian was already on his terminal frantically pulling data from the host. He looked at Jason and started moving towards the gate. The pair got back into the car and sped away.
“Get a hold of Gopher, need to have his crew find out who these fraggers are.” He displayed a playback of the sensors on the rear of the scrapyard. Most of it wasn’t useful, but there was a slight moment that he froze on. The image showed a bright red female figure with blue hair and … four arms … “This bitch shouldn’t be too hard to track down. I want her dead dammit… I want her DEAD! I want her family DEAD! I want her house burned to the GROUND! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna PISS ON HER ASHES!”
Maximovich dropped Jason off near Gopher’s hideout. “Man, this lunatic is pissed!” He walked into the hideout and explained to Gopher and his crew what happened. When he displayed the playback, a very large troll stepped from behind everyone to get a closer look. Gopher looked up at him. “Say … isn’t that the person you fought the other day, Mutt?”
“Yes … Yes, it was” he said.
Jason looked them over. “So the boss wants this crew out of commission, so here is what we need to do …”
Everything fades to black as everyone gathered around.