| From: | ANGLISS BRIAN EDWARD <angliss@****.Colorado.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Drake's report |
| Date: | Wed, 1 May 1996 00:42:51 -0600 (MDT) |
report
by Drake to his boss regarding the incident down in Tacoma, at the Five Eyes
Motel.
+++++ Engage Download +++++
Well, Commander, let's hear it. What the frag happened this time?
"I received a telephone call from Jason Lynch last evening telling me to get
airborne and to moniter the police channels. He did not remain on long
enough to get a precise trace, but we narrowed it down to somewhere along
the I-5 corridor in the Tacoma LTG. I ordered Sergent Montoya's and Sergent
Strobe's teams to draw weapons, lethal ammunition, and security armor and to
meet me at the choppers on the roof in two minutes. They did so and the
choppers were ready and waiting. We began our transit down toward Tacoma at
maximum safe speed in the hopes of catching Lynch himself in the act.
However, I did not suspect that we would be able to do that even before we
left."
Then why did you still leave?
"Because I have been ordered to investigate and arrest Lynch, sir. If he
was interested in something in Tacoma, then I could potentially gain some
insight by investigating personally what he was interested in. I ordered
lethal rounds distributed to my agents because I suspected that Lynch was
raiding what he believed was the hideout of a group of Leopard Guards.
Because of his knowledge in this regard and my not wanting a repeat of the
problems when we last ran into the Leopards...."
Presumed Leopards, Commander.
"No, sir, I stand by my statement and will do so before the review board as
well. Continuing, I was not going to allow DocWagon or anyone else not
affiliated with InterPol to move the bodies or the wounded. While en-route,
I had the reduced forces of Sergent Tagit's unit escort a dispatched
InterPol meatwagon and arranged to ensure that the Tacoma Cororner would
leave us the bodies and that all Tacoma hospitals and DocWagon would inform
us if they dispatched any ambulances. I received a communication relayed
through Dispatch from Jason Lynch again, informing me that the target was
the Five Eyes Motel, a motel only 7 minutes away. At this point I suspected
this already from monitering the police reports of gunfire from that
particular area and the fact that the chopper radar picked up a DocWagon
HTR chopper heading toward the area. Contacting DocWagon confirmed that
they had recieved no calls for a HTR unit to respond to that area. Lone
Star was responding using auto units, but they were to arrive several
minutes after we did. I ordered an InterPol forensics unit to be dispatched
again, and then planned with Sergent Montoya and Sergent Strobe until
arrival. Any questions at this point, sir, before I go into the details of
securing the hotel?"
Not yet. Continue, Commander.
"Yes, sir. Upon arrival, Sergent Montoya's unit exited the first chopper,
secured the roof, and then descended into the hotel for a room-by-room
sweep. They were to remain in the hotel if possible and cover Sergent
Strobe's unit and myself on the ground, with Sergent Montoya himself
remaining on the roof. The second chopper with myself and Sergent Strobe's
team landed in front of the main entrance and exited the chopper, which
immediately took off to fly support with the other chopper until the arrival
of Lone Star and additional InterPol support units. If you prefer, sir, I
can have the screen play an audio/visual log. As you know, all InterPol
security armor is equipped with helmet cameras."
Do it. I suspect it will be clearer than your explanations.
"I suspect so as well, sir."
+++++ The scene changes to a trideo picture of a night scene in front of a
motel. The motel is several floors tall and lit from the air by spotlights
from two choppers as well as some streetlights which remain undamaged. The
spotlights show smoke pouring form many of the windows as well as the front
entrance, some of which are back-lit with the flickering orange of fire.
[Captain, radio the fire department and have them here STAT]
(Right away, sir.)
The walls of the building have been chewed up badly. The softer walls have
gaping holes in them while the harder have spalling marks that indicate
extremely high ROF impacts, machinegun or higher. Four figures carrying
assult rifles and wearing light security armor with the InterPol insignia
on the back spread out around opposite ends of the building in pairs. One
figure is just slightly ahead of the individual who is recording this.
"Pause. Marshal, this shot is from my helmet. Sergent Strobe remained with
me and covered me as we advanced on the lobby. Resume"
[Seal up, folks. Smoke and fire protocol. Use ultrasonics and visual
filtering. Be careful.]
(Roof secure. Team heading in. Setting up cover, lobby on full coverage.)
[Good, Monty. Keep alive.]
The two teams have disappeared around the corners, and the camera is
advancing toward the destroyed front entryway. Fire is licking away at the
walls and furniture and there is more damage as the camera moves forward.
The barrel of an assult rifle, probably an AK-98, appears vertically in
front of the camera, and then the second figure rushes forward into the open
space, across to the burning counter, and takes aim with a similar weapon
down the corridor.
(Corners report.)
(East escape aflame, smoke and incendiary probably. No bodies yet.)
(West escape the same, one body, burned to death. Moving inside.)
[Upper report.]
(Roof access clear, no bodies yet.)
(Elevator locked in basement, too much smoke, thermal says fire along the
walls.)
[Front clear, one dead.]
The view changes as the camera moves inward toward the corridor. The
chaotic visual picture is overlaid immediately with ultrasonic gridlines,
giving door locations and several forms lying in the hallway, plus weapons
lying near them. The camera advances to the first door, looks in,
identifies an apparently empty rec room, and turns to advance further up the
corridor to the next door. This one is also open, and the fire has taken
its toll on the interior, which is nearly totally aflame.
[How long ago?]
(Less than 5. The fire's not spread far enough. Could still be survivors.)
[Corners.]
(East escape secure.)
(West escape secure.)
The camera looks down at one of the bodies, which is missing a head.
Another has nearly been crushed.
(Jesus....)
[Fall back and secure entrance. Upper, continue full sweep. Activity,
Monty?]
(None yet.)
[Captain?]
(Bogey still 4 23 away. LS in 60 seconds. No other activity.)
[Roger.]
{click}[DOWN!!!!]
The click, barely audible over the fire, sounded a lot like an amplified
safety going off. The picture suddenly spins to the left and the camera
records a blur of motion and the nearly instantaneous appearance of the
rifle into the field of view. The sudden roar of amplified burstfire from
the rec room is almost as quickly dampened as the figure that was covering
this one dives foward to avoid the shots. Flare compensation kicks in as
the rifle fires on the ultrasonicly determined figure behind the
muzzleflash. A couple of holes in the wall appear in a flash of explosive
ammo before the remainder of the autofire intersects the figure's chest.
The human behind the SMG flashes with impacts and collapses.
(BOSS!)
[Jane!, you ok?]
(Yeah, just shaken.)
[Upper, watch it! There's a few still alive and dangerous.]
(Roger.)
(Is he....nevermind. He is.)
[Frag.... Fall back to the entry.]
The camera shows the armored figure has risen and checked the attacker, and
then risen and fallen back to the lobby. The camera advances up to the
body, which is now essentially missing his whole ribcage. The camera
visibly wobbles, and then turns to leave and rejoin the other figure.
(I thought explosive was special issue only, Boss.)
[It is. So is armor piercing. Upper, report!]
(Bodies, no wounded.)
(One wounded. Losing a lot of blood, though)
[Captain, call for an ambulance, and get another meatwagon. IP wagon only.]
(Right away, sir.)
[Continue sweep.]
(Roger.)
"Pause. At this point, the teams downstairs discovered very little else and
had no additional difficulties. The upper team discovered only three other
survivors, but Forensics later identified that at least two individuals
escaped prior to our arrival. The next thing is when Lone Star, followed by
the presumed DocWagon HTR chopper arrived. Resume."
(Boss, what the frag are you doing?)
[Getting out of this fraggin armor.]
(Boss, you sure that's wise?)
[Strobe, I've got a spiked tail, muzzle, and scales. You want to be in
security armor like that?]
(Point taken. I must say, though, you've got a nice ass, even if it is a
bit scaly.)
(Sergent!)
[Relax, Captain. Thanks, Jill. Just toss me my pants and shirt, would you?]
(Uh, boss, got a question.)
[Shoot, LA.]
(Uh, where's your....you know.)
(snort)
(chuckle)
[Now, isn't that just a bit private, LA?]
(Just curious, sir.)
[Scales hide a multitude of sins, LA. Ahh, much better. Monty, you sighted
in?]
(Yeah, Boss.)
(Commander, Lone Star in 20.)
[Right. Positions, everyone! Full cover. They may not be real LS, so be
ready for that.]
(Wagon bogey in 2 10.)
[Roger that.]
The camera, no longer from the helmet of Commander Drake, takes in the
scene, still erily lit by the burning hotel. But now it includes the figure
of Drake himself, rebuilt legs, spiked tail, muzzle and all, wearing the
usual InterPol uniform of an armored jacket and urban fatigues, as the
sounds and sights of at least two different Patrol- One's converge on front
of the building. Overhead, the choppers are still circling the hotel, thier
spotlights still lighting up the streets and allys. One Patrol-One
screaches to a stop facing Drake, who has his rifle slung over his shouler,
with it's lights on the Commander, while the passenger side door pops open.
{Drop your weapon!}
[I'm Commander Drake, InterPol, officer!]
{I said drop your weapon!}
[(clack) Come and check my ID, officer! Have the officers behind me cover
you!]
The camera shows that Drake, who hasn't turned around, is covered from
behind by two Lone Star officers from the second Patrol-One. The first
officer advances carefully, aiming at Drake with his pistol, until he
reaches him. Drake holds out his ID, which the officer takes, inspects
quickly, and then returns.
{Is this your responsibility, Commander?}
[Yes, but I could use some help securing it.]
{Right away. Anyone alive inside?}
[Three, and a couple ambulances are on the way. Any meatwagons not with
InterPol are illegal, so detain them and thier drivers.]
The video changes as an armed Stallion not too dissimilar from the InterPol
choppers circling comes into view over the highway and begins a rapid
descent toward the hotel. It has all the markings of a DocWagon High Threat
Response unit.
(DocWagon Bogey arriving. Weapons active. Cross-section's too low, too
hard to see. Wagon doesn't use ECM. Something's wrong.)
[Arm and lock on, Captain. Weapons free, remember.]
(Roger. Weapons on target.)
{Against DocWagon?}
[I have reason to believe they're not really DocWagon, and InterPol want's
these bodies and survivors to stay in our custody. They are witnesses in
an ongoing investigation.]
{Hey, you said your responsible.}
[Right. How long till more Lone Star arrive?]
{Less than a minute.}
The chopper lands and immediately disgorges 6 people, four in heavy armor
and packing HK-227 SMGs, the other two in armored jackets and carrying light
pistols. They duck low below the blades of the chopper and rush toward the
hotel.
[Halt! This area is under InterPol control! I am responsible for those
inside, not DocWagon!]
(Get the frag out of my way, we have a patient we need to save.)
[Bulldrek! There's only three survivors, and they are under arrest.]
(What, you want them to die? Get the frag out of my way!)
The camera shows the arrival of more Lone Star vehicles in the background,
but it has focused on the figure in DocWagon armor and on Drake. The
DocWagon figure reaches out and tries to shove Drake aside. Drake, reacting
too quickly to be unaugmented, takes a step back and spins, striking the
figure in the side with an apparently very strong and dangerous spiked tail.
The figure grunts in pain and tries to spin out of the way while another of
the supposed DocWagon support personnel brings up his SMG only to have the
individual who's camera is recording this fire a burst into his chest,
knocking the target down and possibly killing him as well. Drake continues
his spin as the Lone Star cops drop and get behind cover and begin firing at
the DocWagon personnel as well, dropping two others almost immediately.
The Stallion begins revving up it's rotors and lifting off when one of the
InterPol Stallions lets fly a stream of tracers and lead that shatters the
canopy and passenger compartment of the HTR chopper.
Drake, still grappling with the initial DocWagon figure, closes and
literally picks him up, armor and all, and throws him into a third DocWagon
figure. The DocWagon Stallion crashes hard on the road and explodes as the
rotors fly off in various directions. Shrapnel flys all over the area,
catching a couple of the cops.
(Frag! Chopper's damaged. I've got to set down.)
[Everyone ok?]
(Yeah.)
{Drek! Dispatcher, code 00, Five Eyes Hotel.}
[Frag, who's down?]
{My partner!}
The camera now shows additional destruction and the arrival of the next wave
of Lone Star cops, who start pouring out and securing the area. Behind them
comes a hearse with the lable "Tacoma Coroner" on it's side.
(Commander, Tagit's 4 out. Tacoma coroner meatwagon just pulled in.)
[What? Stop them!]
The second InterPol chopper opens fire on the coroner vehicle but misses,
leaving twin trails of sparks and small explosions along the road. The
meatwagon accelerates through the fire of the exploded Stallion and through
the rain of bullets that seem to have very little effect. Drake himself
gets down on one knee, unslings his rifle, and fires a single grenade from
his hip. The grenade hits the ground just beneath the front end of the
meatwagon and the explosion lifts the hearse totally off the ground,
flipping it in the air and landing on it's left side before falling over
onto it's wheels again. Cops rush over to it and tear open the doors,
removing four people, one of which is dead. Drake rushes over to them,
grabs one, and tears off a shirt sleeve.
As he does this, another one shoves off a Lone Star cop and raises his left
arm, palm flat toward Drake. Before the attacker has the chance to get off
the shot from his cyber gun, his head explodes violently. Drake cringes and
turns fast enough to see a violently headless body collapse to the ground.
[Monty, I owe you.]
(Whatever....)
[Now, who do you work for?]
'Frag off.'
[I don't recognize that corporation. Perhaps that tatoo means something.]
'You're dead, Drake.'
[Not yet. Why are you smiling?]
'Because I know something you don't know.'
[Not for long. Move him.]
The camera view changes again, this time to the roof, probably Sergent
Montoya's perspective. In the scope of the Ranger Arms Sniper Combo rifle
is the head of one of the coroners. It seems almost unnaturally smooth and
the power of the scope is high enough that several surgery scars around the
bald skull are visible. This particular individual also looks zoned out,
almost as if highly drugged.
(Oh drek. Get out of there!)
Drake and the cops dive away from the car as suddenly a fireball erupts in
the scope, starting at the head and exploding outward with the force and
noise of an area effect cranial bomb. Most of the cops and Drake are far
enough away that the blast effect won't kill them, but the targets who were
in the meatwagon are all killed.
+++++ End camera feed
So, you have no survivors?
"No, I have three from inside the hotel. Each is under extreme guard,
Special Branch only. All the other bodies are in the care of Forensics.
There is enough evidence to indicate that they were Leopard Guards,
operating on UCAS territory. Thus they were breaking UCAS law and, I
suspect, the UCAS broke thier own laws to eliminate them. I have no proof
of the latter aspect, but I have an impressive list of Aztechnology
cybernetics, tatoos, explosive residues, telephone calls, sattelite
connections, and more to indicate that they were connected intimately with
Aztechnology. And with the deadman teeth and cranial bombs surgically
removed from the survivors, they will be able to tell us precisely why they
were there.
That, sir, is my report."
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