| From: | Evan Hughes <ehughes@****.CARLETON.CA> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Casualties |
| Date: | Sat, 7 Oct 1995 02:25:17 EDT |
of thing. Casualties are allowable, and if it means increased safety
for them, then casualties are preferable. I think it would be better
if they said it themselves:
+++++ INCLUDE SCENE:
The five (?) runners are arrayed around the large single bed in
the crampt and dingy motel room. The bulky figures cast shadows over
the glossy prints of Ares facility's floor plans.
Excluding one, the room's population is entirely male. The lone
woman sits crosslegged at the head of the bed, leaning against the
plastic faux-wood veneer headboard. She is wearing her leather bomber
jacket open, showing off a dull grey Sheppard-Intrepid ImpactVest. Her
face is young, she looks to be in her late twenties or early thirties.
Long brown hair hangs in a loose braid over her shoulder. Her lips are
pursed as her green eyes flicker intently over the plans in front of
her.
The woman looks incomplete by herself. An invisible, but tangabile
bond exists with the man standing beside her. He looks to be as tall
as her, but he is much wider, and much more muscular. He wears a
conventional black buisness suit. The fabric appears to be slightly
stiffer than one would expect. His face is tight and defiant -- as if
he is keeping his mouth tightly clenched shut. This man is Righteous.
His black hair is cut short and parted. The only chrome apparent on
his body is behind either ear, and as a slight sheen over each iris.
He too would look incomplete if he were to be viewed alone. The bond
is obvious, tangable in a physical sense, and very much two way.
Righteous stares at the man who is speaking on the other side of the
bed. Righteous does not seem to approve of what the other man has to
say, yet holds his peice, waiting for the other man to conclude.
"...casualties to a minimum. Preferably zero."
Righteous makes no move to speak, instead Dana's eyes snap up and
lock with Irish's hypnotically. There is a resonant quality to her
voice, firmly trapping everyone's attention. She leans forward as she
speaks.
"Irish. Personally, we don't care how many Ares wageslaves get
wasted. All we have to care about it how to get in there, and how to
get out -- unharmed, and with the package.
We have seen Ares work before, how their offical and non-offical
corporate assets conduct themselves. They kill. They kill randomly,
and without remorse. The only difference between us and them is that
we care if one of our team gets wasted. The corps will pay to replace
any of their cogs so long as it's financially viable. As far as I
care, when I'm on this run, you are all family to me. I will not see
_any_ of you harmed.
As to killing personnel, no I don't like the idea. But I will do it,
and I have nothing against injuring them -- after all Ares is under
contractule obligation to fix them up -- so long as it benefits us. I
don't know if any of you have seen what the corps do with runners they
catch? I've seen it myself. Summary execution. We're SINless, so we
don't have national rights. And so long as we're on Ares soil, we're
persona non grata. Get my drift?
I don't know about the rest of you, but my corporate running days
are over. No more dictated weaponry. I take what I want, and what I
know will benefit the team. Irish, you can carry as many or as few
grenades as you like, but there is no way on god's fragging green
earth that you're telling me what to carry."
Dana looks around one last time after she stops speaking, her eyes
catching and holding everyone else's. Satisfied that her point
has been made, she leans slowly back against Righteous' abdomin. Her
face becomes an expressionless mask, with her eyes half lidded as
Righteous' large hands gently rest on and cup her shoulders. The link
between them is solidified as the two seem to become one.
+++++ END SCENE.
I just thought it would be nice to introduce Dana and Righteous as
_WELL_ as getting their views down.
I'm for the remote explosives. Righteous can hire a rigger cheap to
do a quick drive-by on the facility. Just a few rocket-bombs into the
side of one of the skyrakers to set off a few physical alarms, create
a few fires and cause general trouble. One thing to remember with this
is that we're probably gonna want to do it at night, so little risk of
anyone (non-janitorial and non-securitorial) getting hurt.
-- Evan. [Righteous, Dana]
