| From: | High Lord of House Wolf <vorien@******.COM> |
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| Subject: | Blood Dance... (Vorien's story LONG) |
| Date: | Thu, 6 Oct 1994 11:38:09 -0700 |
trying to sort out what happened, and in some parts I'm still confused. I
suppose I'll just start at the beginning...
I was really surprised when Crashkit posted his first message out, and for
a while I thought it was a lure to get me back into the Doc Wagon game.
That's why my responses were so cryptic. Now you have to understand that
I didn't know who this DragonEyes guy was, and
<sounds of someone coughing politely in the background>
Sorry, I get carried away.
I flew into Colorado late Thursday night, and met up with Crashkit at a
little club called the Teepee. Nice place, kinda quiet. We talked about
old times 'til about one, and then he finally got down to business. Seems
he had a patient, designation Morrison, who had aquired a nasty wasting
disease. I'd heard of the case, seeing as how I keep the channels open
with my old DW buddies. Anyway, Crashkit managed to sneak me in for a
look, since I figured if I could help the guy, it'd save us a lot of
running around. Not a chance. Nastiest thing I'd ever seen, probably a
tailored virus.
Scourge had set us up transportation to the Zuni reservation. We checked
into the Big Sur hotel, and were picked up Friday morning by a limo. Had
to dress in a suit, and carry a briefcase. After that we were driven to
an airport, where we changed into 'travelling' clothes, and were flown by
helicopter to a second destination. Nobody spoke to us, and they didn't
seem receptive to conversation. I didn't really want to know. At the
second destination, we were provided with a jeep and a map. Took us most
of the rest of the day to get to the contact site.
Crashkit had the right of it. The place was eerie. Felt dead. Then I
saw why. Two 'men', and I use the term loosely, had staked out a small
building off the main road. Wierdest damn thing I've ever seen. They
looked like something out of the old movie 'The Fly.' Astrally, they
looked even worse. At that point I'm thinking embodied spirit, since no
sane person deals with insect spirits. Crashkit noticed something wrong
with them, but I figured he'd panic if I explained. Or maybe I would
have.
By the time we arrived at their previous location, they were already
across the street and trying the door. It seemed to be locked. One took
two steps back, and slammed into the door, shattering it. He must have
been immensly strong. Anyway, the other guy was right behind him, and
they plowed through the door. About three feet in, the first guy struck a
barrier of some kind and bounced back into the second, toppling both of
them to the ground.
One of them had a radio, and I heard sounds from it, but I couldn't make
out what they were saying. One of the guys spoke back, and I thought I
heard him say 'backup.' Crashkit and I decided to make our move before
they could get help, and started aroun d a building toward them.
I shouted 'NOW!' to Crashkit, figuring we had the advantage when they were
down. Suddenly, DragonEyes came running out of the building, leaping over
the two downed men. He made it about 20 feet before one of them shot him
in the back with a heavy pistol , knocking him down.
I'm not much of a fighter, but I know when to start shooting. So I did.
It was just like in the movies, I fired a three round at the guy with the
pistol, and shot it out of his hand. I'm not sure which of us was more
surprised. I was expecting Crashkit to take him, but he ran for
DragonEyes, and the guy stepped over and caught him in the gut with his
shoulder in a kind of tackle.
By the time I got over my surprise, the other guy was two feet away from
me, and, well, he wasn't a guy any more. He had this wierd claw/pincer at
the end of his arm, and he was swinging at me. I knew it was over, but he
suddenly froze in place. Had to be magic, but I didn't know from where.
I didn't really care either. I was so scared I guess I went berserk,
screaming as I emptied the rest of my clip into this thing's torso.
Hysterical strength gives you great control over the weapon's recoil, I
guess. I must have hit him twenty times. There was blood everywhere. I
almost puked when I saw it was green.
I ran for Crashkit, who was being strangled by the one handed guy.
Crashkit's eyes widened when he saw me approach, and he passed out. I
scooped up the dropped Predator, and shot the guy six or seven times.
Somewhere in there he pulled a knife and cut me a bit, but I don't really
remember how or when.
Right around the corner, they had parked their van. I grabbed Crashkit,
threw him inside, and went back for DragonEyes. He was barely concious,
and trying to heal himself, but I could tell it wasn't working, he was too
damaged. Reflexes kicked in, and I stabilized him, and put him in the van.
Something(s) slammed into my shoulder, throwing me almost the full length
of the van. I could feel my right arm going numb as I climbed into the
driver's seat. Thank god it had a steering wheel. Two seconds later we
were on the move. Crashkit woke up and asked what was going on. I
shouted at him to close the back doors, since I knew it wouldn't take the
reinforcements long to get mobile.
The locals watched us drive by, with these blank looks on their faces.
Wierder and wierder.
They caught up with us real quick, and I was sure they had better
knowledge of the area, and at least one rigger. No problem, I can
outdrive any wimpy rigger any day of the week. Small arms fire punched
holes in the back of the van as we flew through the town. I'd completely
lost two of the three vehicles, but the third was keeping up. And one of
my tires was out. It was time for drastic measures. I tried to spin the
wheel to cut right, but my arm couldn't handle it, and we bounced off a
building an d back into the street. It was looking bad.
DragonEyes woke up, and Crashkit helped him sit up and look around. I
could see my Treats were barely holding. The guy should have been out.
Anyway, he says 'Go left at the next road, and get on the main road out of
town.' Then he starts muttering. A spell. 'It'll kill you, you fool." I
say. He says "Can you outrun them?" I gotta admit, not with one arm.
In what's left of the rearview mirror, I see something forming around the
van. An illusion. I wait until the last possible moment, and take the
left. Behind me I see a van continue up the road. I hang another left,
and we're clear.
I looked back, and DragonEyes was out cold. Crashkit was working on him,
and I could tell he was alive. Not a bad extraction. DragonEyes with
some unhealed old wounds and a couple slugs being removed from his back.
Crashkit's voice won't be the same f or a while, but other than a few
cracked ribs and some bruises, he was okay. Me, well as best I could
tell, twenty-seven stitches worth of knife and claw cuts, not too deep.
(Thank god for armored coats.) At least two small caliber slugs in my
right shoulder/arm. God only knows what else. I was feeling kinda
tired. My old HTR team would have been proud. Heck, they might even let
me carry a gun next time.
Got a chance to talk to DragonEyes, and learned a few things. Even a bit
about healing. Never really understood the Shamanic thing, but it's
interesting all the same. I guess DragonEyes is going to continue along
dealing with this 'bug' thing, and I fi gured I'd go along for the ride.
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-- Vorien <12:37:28/10-06-55>
