| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Back in Harness |
| Date: | Mon, 2 Mar 1998 22:31:27 +0000 |
>>>>>[+++++begin trideo
A hotel suite, comfortable and spacious, as Lynch walks in, still with a
pronounced limp. Lilith, curled up in a chair, glances up from her
pocket secretary: though she appears relaxed, she's wearing her heavy
Desert Eagles, and the old AKS-47 is within arm's reach. "Back already?"
"Nice thing about eyecams. They make giving statements a damn sight
quicker." Lynch glances at the doorframe: set with several discreet
security measures.
Lilith, reading his look, says "Some ours, some from Bernie and John.
Hotel security have been briefed, too. Bernie asked if we should move, I
said no."
"Yeah. If we've got a leak, it won't do any good, we know this place
now. Just have to play our movements close for a while." Lynch heads for
the larger bedroom: Lilith rises to follow.
"Are you okay? Word was you were hit."
"I was. Two rounds from a HVAR, right thigh, APDS loads. Didn't even
feel them much at the time. Quinn turned up, she'd been talking to the
pathology department about the demonic murders." Lynch slaps his leg.
"Healed the wounds, fixed the holes in my jeans, and got rid of the
bloodstains, all the while mumbling backwards incantations. I think
Miami PD have figured out that she's crazy..."
"No shit, Sherlock." Lilith watches appreciatively as Lynch pulls his
jacket off, then unlaces his belt from his jeans. "So, vacation's over?"
"Back to normal." He unzips the black nylon range bag, brings out
several pistol cases and a collection of gunleather. Magazine pouches
across the small of his back, three doubles, to complement the Python
behind his hip and its two speedloaders. The shoulder harness helps to
spread the weight and keep his belt from falling down, though it also
supports two old but much-loved Predator automatics; the early .45ACP
models, as you'd expect. Lynch seems to have faith in his skill, loading
both and chambering rounds for Condition One carry. More magazines go in
his pouches, colour-coded buffers showing the loads: four yellow of
explosive, one black of APDS, one green for gel rounds.
"Not taking the Hockler?" Lilith asks. She's already wearing her two
huge Desert Eagles in their Bianchi rig: with her powerful shoulders,
full breasts and narrow hips, she's able to conceal the big pistols
surprisingly well under a jacket, though at the moment she's only
wearing a white T-shirt and faded bluejeans.
"Miami PD don't like automatic weapons much. Can't say I blame them,
we're more open here than usual, increases the odds of another firefight
in the street. Didn't tag any bystanders today, but if I'd been hosing
with an MP-5 that might not be true." Lynch pulls up the cuff of his
jeans, secures a holster to the side of his Danner combat boot. The
other boot gets a single spare magazine for the compact Viper automatic
he's using as a backup gun.
"Five-gun Jason." Lilith smirks. "Even John Woo never got _that_ gung-
ho."
"Yeah, well. I need the Predators for firepower, the Python's lucky, the
Viper's backup and handy if I need to be quiet, and the Freedom Arms
hardly counts. Speaking of which..." Lynch releases the tiny revolver
from his belt buckle, opens the cylinder and reloads the single fired
chamber. "Told you it would come in useful one day."
"You've been carrying it for six years, Jason, the law of averages had
to catch up with you eventually." Lilith smirks, as Lynch secures a
combat knife - an efficient Gerber blade, that once belonged to a fellow
Sioux warrior called Redfeather - to one strap of the shoulder holster,
hilt-down for a fast draw.
He twists and wriggles his shoulders to get the twenty pounds of weapons
and ammunition riding comfortably, then pulls his jacket back on, stands
in front of the mirror and repeats the manoevre. Being so lean helps him
hide the arsenal, the weaponry merely padding him out to a more normal
size.
Lynch surveys himself critically. "Anything showing?"
"Wait up." Lilith stands close behind, adjusts the ride of his hip
holster. "The Python showed when you bent forward. Try it now... that's
better. Good. Okay, what's the plan?"
"Haze is hurt. I suggested bringing the heat down on the shadow clinics.
Kreutz is liaising with MPD to see where they can use us."
"That helpful, huh?" Lilith sounds amused and suspicious.
"Getting shot at helped smooth things. Makes it hard for them to shuffle
them off to one side, plus there are some good cops there. Any help from
Torus?"
"Corrigan's deputy is requesting information from MPD. They say they
don't want to leap to conclusions."
"Outstanding. Let's go." Lilith, too, picks up her jacket: the two SIGA
agents pulling on peaked caps and sunglasses, and heading for the door.
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-- 1Lt J R W Lynch <22:45:36/03-02-59>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency
