| From: | "Scott D. Peterson" <scpeters@****.EDU> |
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| Subject: | A Knights Honor. (fwd) for Sandman |
| Date: | Mon, 28 Mar 1994 07:07:59 -0700 |
Lone Star. There were ten of us that went on this run. Obviously someone
wants the Lone Star to be hit hard with no chance of recovery. The night
was overcast and cool as it sometimes gets just befor the rain comes in
Seattle. My name is Sandman. I'm a very large Orc who specializes in wet
work,but just loves an interesting run. This run was very interseting.
Against the number one police corp in Seattle. The bar was a run down
joint near to some warehous in what yused to be the old manufacturing
district of Seattle. The entire structure was built like something out of
a Cajuns nightmera. The upper balcony was sloping precariously and look
as if was partialy seperated from the building itself. This building was
constructed along time in the past. Back when there were no Orcs or any
other Metahumans. The door was steel reinforced and had bullet holes in
it to. The sign over the door said "The Louisana Bayou." I knockedd on
the door and it was opened after the person inside reassured themselves
that it was not Lone Star knocking. The woman who opened the door was a
petite old woman who looked frail untill you looked into her eyes, then
you knew that she would pull your heart out and eat it raw if she didn't
like you.
I looked around and noticed that the only customers she had this
night were my fellow runners. That must have cost a pretty nuyen to rent
the place exclusive like for a couple of hours. From the last meet and by
reputation I made the headcount.
Sitting on a very large bench was another Orc like myself, one of the
first that looked to be about the same size that I was. That is big even
sitting down he was taller than some of those standing. He looked as
though all the talk was boreing him to death. I took a seat down from him
while nodding to him.
SANDMAN: "Can you bring me up to speed?"
AZRAEL: "Everyn's here, we go from here to a warehouse nearby to get
outfitted, we was just waitin' for you."
SANDMAN: "Thanks"
There were a small group of humans who seemed to stay together, as
if they had worked together before. Cyberwraith could only be the one with
the double jack in his forhead and the Cyberdeck straped to his arm.
Vengence was the mage. He had talismans hung about his person within easy
reach. He looked as if you gave him enough time that he would be a very
mean person indeed. Black Dog looked almost like the machines that he
rigs'. His eyes glowed with the same light that came out of headlights,
or maybe it was weird light in the place. The indian could only be the
extreamist.He's cybered to the max. One step below becoming a complete
cyborg. The metal that was exposed looked deadly. Definately not someone
to piss off in a dark alley. There was another Orc, slightly smaller than
me ooro Azrael, but no less deadly looking. The retracted razors were
clearly visable on his arms. The sword hanging at his side was a dead
giveaway to the person he was. The flaming red hair standing apart could
only be Hell-Beast. Back in the corner was the last member of the team
and the backup, in case it got hairy, was a slightly plump looking medium
height person with a shock of blondish hair that could only be Beowulf.
I had only been sitting for a couple of seconds when Hellspawn stood
and brought the small meeting to attention, by rapping the butt of his
pistol on the table.
HELLSPAWN: I know that many of you donot know each other,but take my word
for it when I say that they have been thouroughly checked out. You can
trust each other, in fact you must if this run is to be a success. As you
all know by now the run is against the main Lone Star downtown station. I
will be directing your efforts from a mobile site from the back of a
modified Rolls Royce Prarie Cat. I will be moving often to avoid the Lone
Star cops that surely respond to the 'incident' we are about to make.
Cyberwraith will be doing matrix overwatch from a safe house in Pullyup.
Damage is the most important factor of this entire run. It is a must that
this run recieve max news coverage, so it must need max damage. You will
receive military proto-type materials to accomplish this. All materials
must be returned to the pickup zone, or measure will be, let us say
severe. The run should take no longer than fifteen minutes in and out so
that Lone Star central command will not have time to send the realy heavy
duties out. If there are no more questions then will go to the ready point.
There were no questions and we all stood, some of us stooping, and
headed out a rear entrance and made our way to the warehouse two blocks
over. Since all of us had arived on foot, as per instructions, no one
needed to get their transportation. The moos was not out this night and
the streets in this ancient part of the town were seemingly deserted. We
arived and opened the door to see what could only be amodified military
peronel carrier, although strangely it only had a SMG for armorment. It
looked to be in fine condition though and there were strange electronic
gadgets hooked on the outside of the carrier. There were also nine
seperate boces with our names stenciled on them, the only member of our
team who would not need the stuff was Cyberwraith.
HELLSPAWN: "The equipment that you will find inside is the stuff we talked
about earlier. In each you will find a black suit of armor which has a
belt that powers the whole setup. The suits will fit as you were
electronicaly measured the last time we met. The suits contain an ECM
package to fool the recording instruments with false images of you.
The truck is similarly equiped and will apear to be a Lone Star
wagon. Cyberwraith will get you into the yard and the building and then
the rest of the job will be up to you. You will also find weapons that
will work for each of you based on your abilities. For our larger friends
are modified M-80's with smartgun likns where apprppriate. For our other
friends are modified M-16E's with the M-302a6 grenade launchers attached.
Standard MPCIM, multi-purpose-conventional-and-incendiary-munitions for
you who only know four sylyble words, rounds for the grenade launchers.
You will also find a pistol which has a larger than normal barrel. This
is Gause-Round pistol. Taser Sandman. It shoots a small sphere that
packs 110,000 volts. Head shots wipe memory and play havoc with cyberware.
Ammo loads will be as follows:M-80, 1000 rounds tracer in back mount
cassets, the 16's have 300 rounds, ball tracer mix, and 10 MIPCM rounds.
The helmets have secure, freak-hop chanels with direct feed. Sat link if
necessary and the normal IFF links so none of you accidently hit each
other. Take a few moments to familiarize yourself with the toys."
As he was speaking most of us had already donned our armor and
were pulling weapon checks. As he finished we were locking and loading.
HELLSPAWN:"Only Beowulf will have a differant weapon. He will be covering
our butts with a SKS SuperSniper rifle. It has all the normal tricks with
lots of other nice bells and whistles. Other than that give us twenty
minutes from my mark-MARK- to get the forward elements in place. Beowulf
and Cyberwraith follow me."
Beowulf had not switched on his suit, and he was hard to see at
twenty meters in the darkened warehouse. Time passed swiftly and it
seemed as if only a moment had passed when a voiced quietly said in each
of our ears,"mount up lets frag an office!"
We all got into our position and Black Dog jacked into the
carrier. The engine purred to life with promise of untapped potential and
the doors to the warehouse silently opened to Black Dog's thoughts. The
carriers ECM holographic projector flickered into life then went staedy.
All of us were amazed by the transformation it had made upon the carrier.
Our reflection to the naked eye was a Lone Star wagon. But, if you put
the combat visor down you could still see the ghostly image, but the
carrier was clear underneath.
BLACKDOG:ETA 45 SECONDS
HELSPAWN:LOCK 'N LOAD, AND POWER UP YOUR SUITS
Each of us hit a small protected switch that controlled the suits
ECM's. Everyone gasped at the sudden veiw their helms afforded them. It
looked like the carriers bay was full of Lone Star and Knight Errant cops.
We pulled up to the gate and waited.
CYBERWRAITH: THE ICE IS HEAVIER THAN EXPECTED, BUT NO PROB. MUST BE
BECAUSE OF THE SQUABBLE BETWEEN THE TWO CORPS.
We all chuckeled at the comment, because Cyberwraith could not see
the mixture we had there in the bay. Someone very powerfull had set this
up. Lots of hush-hush, and shut-up-heres-your-payoff-money. The gate
moved aside and the carrier slowly entered the compound. Two
Chrysler/Nissan Patrol cars were parked in the lot next to the main
entrance. We figured that there was about ten men on duty since most were
out on patrol. Those of us who were 'LS Cops' would go first to
neutralize any inside. Then the rest would follow. Vengence, Azreal,
Damn Yankee, sandman and I sauntered up to the doorway and waited for the
doors to open. The door slid asid, thanks to the wraith, and as we
entered the desk sergeant noticed that we were not the officers he was
expecting. Three more were playing cards in the attached wardroom and
five more were at data terms typing out reports on turtle-coms.
The desk sergeant chalenged us with a,"Who are you and what are
you doing in my station!?!
AZREAL:I hate cops.
He trigered his Gause Pistol and sent the watch sergeantto the floor. Then
all hell broke loose. On the run and still fireing the cops in the offices
could not believe what was happening. Three of us fired a volley of Gause
rounds and scored two hits. The third intended victom got his sidearm up
and pulled the trigger. The gun wracked back and exploded in his hand.
The coppery taste of blood was added to the stench of burnt flesh. We
could hear the call for help go out over the wire and then the cop ran out
with his SMG firing full auto. The only person who didn't reach cover was
Damn Yankee and the guard had made a lucky shot. The round hit the pistol
and caused an electrical explosion which sent Damn YYankee flying into a
wall and then slumped unconscious. When the cop ran out of bullets,
Vengence stood and roared with anger. His powerbolt flew from his finger
tips and struck the cop midchest. The scream that issued forth was
abruptly silenced as the broken ragdoll form of a cop slammed into the
wall with a sickening crunch.
Vengence gained controll over himself again and we radioed for the
others. All told less than one minute had passed.
The others burst into the room weapons drawn and we began the
systematic workj of destroying the building. Every guard we met was
gunned down and each area of the building recieved either a MIPCM round or
a hand grenade. We made the place look as if terrorists had use it for
target practice,over and over. In one room, they must have been storing
small arms ammunition-the shortage maybe-but when it ate a granade it
realy blew. Knocked all but the strongest of us on our butts. It was
almost fun. It also signaled the end to our fun.
HELL-BEAST: "No oone gonna spend a night in here for a real long time."
AZREAL: "Slagged to hell and back."
BEOWULF: "Yo you got company inbound in about one minute, six patrol cars
with two bodies each."
HELLSPAWN:[over radio net]"Time to go kids. The bus is waiting out front."
We hauled ass and within moments we were back inside the carrier. Black
Dog roared out of the compound nearly ramming the first of the cars.
Seconds later with no persuit, thanks to a pile of mines dropped out the
rear of the carrier we headed for the safety of the warehouse.
In the distance we saw over the carriers monitors what we had left as a
serious projects renovation, became a pile of debris as a series of
explosions rocked the early morning. It must have been a mix of
cratering charges and incendiarys, from the look of it.
Some crazy pilot was trying to hover near the crater, and was bearly
missed by a surviving Lone Star officer who had a SAM handy. It missed
the choper which then beat feet out of the airspace. Probably the newsies.
With only one major injury, Damn Yankee, who would be in a hospital for a
week or so this had been a straight forward power run. We each received
our payment and faded away into the shadows wondering who, or what and why
did we just nail Lone Star for?]<<<<<
--Sandman <../../../../../..>
