| From: | Dark Elf <VESPOSIT@****.SUNYSB.EDU> |
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| Subject: | meeting etc |
| Date: | Thu, 11 Mar 93 14:21:31 EST |
seemed kind of
nevous (why I do not know). Well, since they obviously needed to relax, and
my leads on the Omega/MagnaTech scandal are kindof cold, I decided to take the
night off and go with the team to club dedd for some R&R. Too bad the Cowboy
didn't want to come along, he said that he rather keep an eye on the Sarge and
wasn't too interested in the more modern nightclubs anyway.
Our Guests were more than delighted to get a taste of New York's "active"
nightlife, and got a little more than they bargained for. About halfway there,
some of the local gangers decided that thier turf now had a toll lane. They
had set two wrecked cars in the street, with only enough room for one car to
squeeze through, and had stationed themselves and thier biggest Troll friend
right in the middle. Being in a civil mood, we stopped the van and asked what
was up.
The Troll started banging on the window, demanding that we hand over all our
valuables as a toll. Well, I didn't want to part with my deck, and the others
just laughed, all thinking of the small armory sitting in the back of the van
next to OddBall's mounted MMG. So I replied "I don't think so". That's when
the Troll punched out one of the headlights. OddBall got really pissed at that
so he gunned it into reverse and did a bootlegger that sent us sprawling.
As the gangers started bouncing small arms fire off the van's armor, OddBall
swung the van around so the back faced the roadblock and dropped the back ramp.
Jake had an SMG in hand by then, and I pulled my Predator (for close encounters
of course). The MMG in the back was mounted in the van compartment, pointing
out the back just for such an occasion.
The roar of the MMG filled the van as a stream of lead flew into the Troll,
putting him out of action for a while. I fully expected the gangers to run
after the fireworks display, but they simply holed up behind their barricade.
OddBall keyed the MMG up and started to cut the roadblock to pieces when one
of the fraggers popped his head up with a LAW rocket in hand. I don't know
where the gangers have been getting this kind of hardware, but by the time
he had aimed, Jake and I sent enough lead at his head to make him reconsider.
Napalm decided that the game was over, and threw some kind of mana spell that
left half of them unconscious. Jake jumped out the back spraying lead and
chased the rest off, yelling curses in cityspeak the whole time.
When we finally did get to the club, we had a great time. OddBall was a little
upset about the headlight, but kinda liked all the bullet holes in the van.
Sorry Mich, you're our guest for now so we expect you to leave the fighting
to us until we're more familiar with your abilities. Hope the firefight didn't
give you a bad impression of New York on your first night out Wytchwind.
]<<<<<
---Dark Elf <15:01:59/03-11-54>
>>>>>[ Frag, with all the action from Metro over that fray I'll have to
get
my plates changed for the third time this month! ]<<<<<
---OddBall <15:03:28/03-11-54>
>>>>>[ Heh! Don't be so eager to prove yourself Mich. None of us expect
you
to be in our league yet. Give it time, if you charge into every fight that
comes along you'll get yourself killed chummer! That's why we made you sit
out of the fun last night. Just play it cool for a while and you'll do
fine. ]<<<<<
---Big Jake <15:10:01/03-11-54>
>>>>>[ That "mana spell" I threw was a sleep spell. Nothing too
fancy, just
an attack on their less than great minds. ]<<<<<
---Napalm <15:12:07/03-11-54>
