| From: | "P. Steele" <P.C.Steele@*********.AC.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Shaken but not stirred |
| Date: | Wed, 28 Apr 1993 18:04:58 BST |
about
my situtaion. And you too Chipper, but I need you to do a job for me later.
As IBA is currently out of action, more on that later though. For now I'd
like you all to meet someone. Whats more she even has a datajack so she's
probably better at this than I am. ]<<<<<
-The Powerhouse (16:15:13/28.4.54)
>>>>>[ Ahmm, hello ! .... Isn't running a board like this illegal.
]<<<<<
-Marie (16:18:59/4.28.54)
>>>>>[ Well not exactly. But the authorities don't exactly approve either,
you see this board provides dissemination of information which corporate and
govermental bodies have no control over. Which in this age where information
and access to such information is power, such boards as this can be used to
undermine corporations and even goverments as we have seen recently with the
DDI-Omega dispute. ]<<<<<
-The Powerhouse (16:23:15/28.4.54)
>>>>>[ What Omega dispute ? ]<<<<<
-Marie (16:24:39/4.28.54)
>>>>>[ Don't worry, there'll be time for you to catch up on the news later,
at the moment we have to decide what to do about you and probably make some
headlines ourselves. ]<<<<<
-The Powerhouse (16:26:29/28.4.54)
>>>>>[ Well I'm not going back to the studios till that Kentucky has gone.
I'd
never have believed your story if it wasn't for the video evidence your dead,
sorry, he's not dead is he, just comatose, decker friend got from the studios.
Uooh hh .. I hhj don't hj ...j jk ..k **** LINK TERMINTED
>>>>>[ Sorry about that whatever Krull and his goons injected into Marie is
taking along time to wear off. She's just collapsed again, Polish is busy
taking care of her at the moment. I think he's taken quite a shine to her,
but then she is a top simsense star after all, and has the looks to go with
such a job.
Anway, this gives me a chance to fill you in on what happened at the
chop shop we had been hiding out at. I just dragged I.B.A.'s last post from
the archives and I see that he was jacked in as the attack started. So I'll
start from that point as soon as I have set the scene.
The Chop Shop belonged to one Dr Chan, a chinese immigrant who is trying to
make a name for himslef looking after individuals such as ourselves. It is
situated on the second floor a 1950's small apartment block, of which the
ground floor is taken up by Stuffer Shack (TM) and the first floor taken up
by tables and seating for the Shack. The franchisee holder of the Shack is a
close friend of Chan's and so lets him operate from the floor above. He also
agreed to pass on info to any potential patients of Chans that, Chan was
currently out of town and wouldn't be back for about a week. Above the
third floor is just attic space with a old junk and a number of skylights
looking out onto the dreary LA skyline.
To be honest we hadn't really expected a frontal assault by LAPD, if anything
we thought a shadowteam would be sent in to neutalise us and regain Marie.
Though I guess that Krull is having a hard time with any contacts after the
massacare of his last team. Anyway, it was mid afternoon, Blade was rumaging
through some of the junk in the attic, Polish was having a kip in Chan's
personal bedroom, I.B.A. was decking and Noname, Punisher and myself were
catching up on some Trideo. Fortunately for us Punisher happened to be looking
out of the window when the armoured personnel carriers drew up. Jumping up
and grabbing an assualt rifle he yelled to us that the heat was here and to
get our guns quick smart. I ran in to wake Polish and yelled up the stairs to
Blade though he didn't seem to hear. Glancing at the body armour we had managed
to swipe I quickly realised that the police would be up the stairs before we
had chance to put any on. By this time the doors to the carriers had opened
and police in partial armour and helmets had started to swarm out of the back.
This is when Punisher opened fire on full auto forcing the police to take
cover. We started to hear screams from below as the happy eaters realised they
were caught in the middle of a firefight. This is when Polish raced from his
room, wearing little more than a pair of trousers and an armour jacket carrying
his assualt rifle. Glancing quickly at me he said "I think I'll go give d'ose
people downstairs someting to really scream about" as he slammed in a fresh
clip of nero-stun. Grinning I grabbed my gun to help Punisher supply some
suppressing fire to the police below while Noname completly oblivious to the
bullets that had started to wing their way through the windows in our room
decided that there was enough time to pop that body armour on.
It was just after I let off the first long burst of automatic gunfire at the
personnel carrier that I heard crashing sounds coming from the attic. At
first I thought it was Blade falling down the stairs trying to join us, but the
sound of several heavy boots soon dispersed those assumptions. "Frag" I yelled,
"they've come in through the roof !" and quickly ran to cover the stairs,
pulling my helmet on as I went. The sound in the corridor was worse, Polish
was obviously doing his job downstairs in the stuffer from the screams I heard
and odd burst of gunfire. Suddenly my helmet radio burst into life,
"Guys, guys, I'm in the attic, they haven't seen me yet as I'd fallen asleep
behind some junk. At the moment ... frag .. they've seen me ... <gunshots>
.... I'm on the roof .... the coptors about to pull away .... .. I'm going
to try ......." I offered a silent prayer for Blade as I saw the first of
the goons head down the stairs infront of me, carrying a riot shield in one
hand and a sub machine gun in the other.
"Frag ! I yelled into the radio ... Punisher get in here ... we've serious
company...". To my great relief Punisher appeared a mere second later
muttering that IBA had taken his place at the window. The battle that followed
was bloody, if you have ever seen the old flat "Where Eagles Dare" and can
remember the part where Clint holds off 1/2 the German army in a narrow
corridor then you will be able to picture the event, right down to the grenades
which started flying as soon as the police realised that they weren't hitting
us.
The first grenade that came down blew away most of the wall and sent me
sprawling back into the room, shrapnel imnbedding itself in my leg in the
process, Punisher was more fortunate, he managed to get behind the wall before
the blast and only suffered a mild knock on the head as was sent flying onto
the floor. The blast took away most of the wall showering everyone in the
room with splinters, including the still unconcious Marie and IBA who spun
away from the window at the sound of the blast. The blast had also revealed
most of the stairs which meant that the police no longer had the advantage of
all being able to hide behind the one shield. Just as the police were about
to fire on our still prostrate bodies, Noname waved his hands, chanted and
threw a huge powerball at the police. The effect to them was quite devastating
as Noname is an initiate of some power and has a very high rating power focus.
Out of the 6 that were attacking us only 3 stood, and they looked in a bad
way. The spell had obviously affected Noname though who fell back in a chair
as though he had taken a mild knock on the head. As the police recovered from
the blast IBA let all hell break loose as he turned his assualt rifle on full
uto onto the reamining police. Punisher quickly recovered and took out two
with well placed bursts. The last ran back what was left of the stairs as I
quickly pursued. Hauling myself back up the stairs I came face to face with
the surviving officer, not caring for a gun fight at close quarters I spun
kicking the gun out of his hands. Then wrestled him to the floor.
Then through one of the holes in the roof the police had made, a ladder quickly
descended and a message came across on the radio. "Anyone need a ride down
there... ?". It was Blade's voice, I later learned that he had climbed into
the helicopter, overpowered the pilot and brought the coptor back
