| From: | "Wow, Reality. That's a switch" <MHILLIARD@****.ALBION.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Danbte: aftermath |
| Date: | Fri, 21 Oct 1994 17:06:23 -0500 |
stolen right from the source, unedited and not tampered with, honest!
Man, I love Chicago! Roll 'em!
++++ Download: file Interpol.Recorder_Footage.15:03:47/10-21-55
All around the area is raw devastation. Gunfire sounds in the background,
mostly small-arms fire, but occasionally broken by the distinctive whine of
miniguns, and not a few explosions. The area is The Noose, Chigago, a rating Z
urban combat zone only rarely entered by Eagle Security's regular cops. They
are crouched down behind SWAT vans, surrounding a broken pile of rubble-
Dante's home. A heavily armed Hughes Stallin covers them overhead. As the
camera, obviously mounted on a vehicle, drives up, fully half the SWAT team is
being redeployed on an outer perimeter.
An individual gets out of the vehicle, but you only see his back at this
point, and the heavy security armor he is wearing. He walks crouched over
backbent legs, balancing on a long, spiked tail. Add the long snout and head
ridges under the specially designed helmet, and the blatant Interpol symbol on
the armor, and this can only be Drake, Commander of Interpol's Special Branch,
who is now pulling his ID as an Eagle Security sergeant approaches him.
"I'm Commander Drake, Interpol Special Branch working on computer crimes.
This is now our juristiction."
The cop looks at him like he's nuts. "Come again? This look like a
computer crime to you?"
"One of the individuals inside is someone we want very badly. I do
suggest you cooperate. I personally can make your life VERY unpleasant," Drake
pauses for a moment, looking around the area until he sees what he wants. "Now,
do you have a sharpshooter on hand?"
"F$@% &$U"
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite make that out."
"Yes."
"Good. Have him set up on this ruined building here. The target is a
Japanese female wearing a black jacket. I want her alive."
Further conversation is drowned out by renewed gunfire from somewhere
beyond the police perimeter. One of the Eagle cops mutters "injuns are gettin'
restless". He quicly ducks as autofire impacts the side of his vehicle. The
Stallion fires its bay-mounted Vigilant at something outside the perimeter,
filling the night with the characteristic thumping of the rotary autocannon.
Over the noise, the sniper calls out. "I have a shot-"
"Remember I want her alive!" Drake interrupts.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you." The sniper's answer actually comes after the
soft sound of his suppressed WA2000 firing.
"Hey, you hear another chopper?" the sergeant asks, looking up.
A Federated-Boeing Commander comes over the hill, its nose lit up by the
muzzle blasts from its chin-mounted Vigilant RAC. Cops and Interpol alike
scatter for cover as one of the SWAT vans explodes.
"Jesus!" Drakes swears, as he brushes off some burning debris. Just then,
the sharpshooter yells, "I see her! She's on the roof!" He begins firing.
Muzzle flashes appear on the roof. With a clatter, the WA 2000 hits the ground
next to Drake. The Commander hovers next to the roof, lowering its rear ramp.
Drake stares at the Walther for a moment, then pulls his sidearm and
starts firing blindly at the roof. "Raven, you goddamned blackhearted murderer!
You're not getting away from me this time!"
Answering muzzle flashes show on the roof. Blood sprays from Drake's
shoulder abruptly, and he falls backward, behind one of the burning cruisers.
"Sonuvabitch!"
"Commander!"
The VTOL surges forward, flying overhead. The cops fire at it as it
passes. Then it's gone, and the only sound is the roaring fires and the sudden
roar as several hundred kilos of plastic explosive detonate where Dante used
to live. Figures wearing MET 2000 armour are running from the continuing
explosions, carrying several document cases. Interpol and the cops rapidly
pour into their armored vans as chunks of concrete and exploding mines pepper the
entire area with ordinance from Dante's home.
++++ End of File: Interpol.Recorder_Footage.15:03:47/10-21-55
Nifty, huh?
Oh, and hey Spirit: Blow me.]<<<<<
-- Newshound <17:05:31/10-21-55>
