| From: | mbroadwa@*******.glenayre.com (Mike Broadwater) |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: chicago run |
| Date: | Thu, 25 Jul 1996 10:56:06 -0500 |
>>>>>[Well, here's as much of the video as my friend has gotten cleaned up
so far. I'm sure whoever it is you wanted to see this is growing impatient,
so I thought I'd get you what I could.
+++++Include file: bugrun.fixed.video
"So how much storage do we have for the camera?" Blades voice
Quinn replys "Stormy said we had about 12 hours of battery pack power left,
and that or more in chip storage for video. Guess we'll either have to walk
fast or not play tourist as much."
The camera picture is of the dreary Chicago streets, made even more gray by
the weak light of the sun as it trys to push it's way over the horizon.
Quinn keeps talking "The cache of weapons should be in that building over
there, on about the sixth floor. I suggest we hole up there for the
da..<static>
<the screen goes black, then returns>
The view now is inside of a building. You get a glimpse of the outside
world, and from the position of the sun, it couldn't be more than half an
hour after the last piece of video. It seems that Quinn is busy carving
into one wall, as the old plaster falls away, the you can see several
wrapped packages. Some are long and look like they would hold rifles,
others look like stacks of clips or rations.
"Need some help?" The view turns to show Blade standing in the doorway.
"You seemed to be doing fine, so I didn't want to interupt."
"Thanks a bunch, Gilette. Now get over here and help me count these."
"What are we supposed to have?"
"Well, if my supplier came through, there should be a modified M22 for you
and a SPAS-22 for me. Plus ammo. Awww, thanks, Lynch." Quinn holds
up a Colt Anaconda and grins. "What it is to have friends, huh?"
"What is it with you and revolvers? The things are archaic. And noisy.
Impressive, I'll admit, but man, six rounds? I'd go through that in under a
second in a heavy firefight."
"Some of us hit what we aim at... nah, that's Lynch's line. Some of us
start throwing spells when we run out of bullets. And you can intimidate
better with these." Quinn loads huge brass cartriges into the revolver's
cylinder. "Russian Roulette makes a great interrogation technique. Plus
there's something about thumbing the hammer back... as good as racking the
slide on a shotgun. Focusses their minds nicely." She grins as she does
just that to the Franchi.
Blade chuckles "It's Freudian, isn't it?"
"Freud was dyslexic, he was really just a fraud." Quinn cackles happily.
<static>
<modifiying s/n ration>
<s/n at 96%>
The room is the same as before. The camera is facing torwards the window.
It looks like it's about 6 or so in the evening. Blade is sitting next to
the window, looking out, but to the side. Quinn walks in front of the lens
and sits down across from him.
"Why'd you turn the camera on Quinn? Want to remember all this excitement?"
"It's good to keep records. Helps you figures out what you did wrong.
Makes sure other people know what to face. Plus it lets everyone see how
dangerous we are." She grins, then looks more serious. "And it shows Ares
you're working hard for them."
"I heard you used to work for Ares. A hermetic in their magic corp. Only
you weren't hermetic, you were misdiagnosed. And you couldn't get the magic
to work, so they called you 'The Mighty Quinn'. But you took it, and kept
it. And you left. But Ares didn't care, cause hey, it's all for the best."
Quinn just looks at Blade as he speaks. All she can get out is "Well, yeah,
how'd you.."
"I used to work for Ares." Blade snorts "I almost feel like a cliche saying
that. I worked for 'em, Lynch worked for 'em, you did, hell, I bet half the
runners nowadays say they did. You ever noticed that Gaeatronics never
seems to have any ex-employee shadowrunners hanging around? Do you think
they can't get work done then? Cause you may leave the company, and they
may say 'Sure, we're even. Yeah, you cost us some money, but you made up
for it. We'll leave you alone.' But one day, and you know that day is
coming, you get that phone call. And they tell you that all they need is a
simple job. Your going there anyway, why not take along some friends? And
you get back, and the friends are gone, and you need a little surgery, and
you owe them a little more. Then you wait for the call again. And this
time, it's a death sentence."
Blade looks up at Quinn "You shouldn't have come. Chicago's not a good
place for shamans. It's not a good place for anyone, but it's worse for
mana chuckers."
"Yeah, well..." The shaman looks small, embarrased. Then she brightens
and pats the SPAS-22, saying "I don't just do magic. Besides, I kind of
like you and we're much more likely to get out as a pair than if you
tried doing it solo."
Blade looks outside the window suddenly. You can clearly hear some people
on the street before. The sound had started earlier, but you hadn't
recognized it. Quinn quickly grabs the camera and puts it on, along with
some other gear, doing it faster than an unaugmented human could.
Blade stands and looks out the window. He reaches to where his rifle was
sitting next to him and puts it to his shoulder.
Quinn looks out the window with him. You can see what caught their
attention now, a group of people outside are chasing after an older man, who
appears to be a troll, and the child he's carrying. You can only hear the
angry yells of the mob, who are slowly stalking the man down.
The rifle barrel weaves in and out of view as Blade checks the mob "One,
two, three, four, five, six, seven. Hmmph. Oswold was a pussy."
"Showoff. They're probably a heroic lynch mob after an evil bug spirit."
Quinn unfolds the stock of her shotgun, rests it on her hip.
Blade just begins to hum "Old MacDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o. And on this
farm he shot some guys..."
Seven quick shots and the mob below has either fallen down or been taken down.
"Nice. But..." Quinn points her finger up to a shadow of the building
"Look." At first, you can't see anything, then something flips it wings.
"Drek. Drek. Drek." Blade flashes out of view and you can hear his rapid
footsteps out the door.
"Dammit Blade." Quinn begins running after him
The camera on Quinn's web suit shows her running down the stairs, trying to
keep up with Blade. The shock's from the run bounce the view around and the
the screen gets very staticy, but stays in focus. Suddenly, you can see out
on the street. The man who had been trying to get away from the mob is
standing in the middle of the road, the child clutched to his chest, staring
at the bodies behind him. And then his gaze travels up, his back is to the
camera, but he doesn't move, he just stands there, and then you can see what
he's looking at. Several dark shapes have appeared from the eaves of
surrounding buildings. Shapes with wings.
Blade is already at the man, and he seems to be trying to get him to move
for cover, but the man is in shock, and isn't moving. With a hard shove,
Blade pushes the man torwards the relative safety of a building across the
street. The man finally gets the idea, and runs for the door, as Blade
brings his assault rifle to bear on the approaching bugs.
After that, it's all confusion. You can hear the staccato beat of Blade's
assault rifle as the bugs fly in, moving faster than you would've believed.
It looks like there's only five of them, but that's more than enough for two
people. Quinn waits until they're a bit closer before she begins to unload
with her SPAS-22. Both gunmen seem to be hitting their targets, but the
bugs are unaffected, even as bits of chitin are blown off.
Then the bugs are there. No more than a few meters off, it's hard to keep
track of whats going on, and who is where. The bugs are definately taking
damage from Quinn's shotgun now that they've moved to close range, but they
have the odds in their favor. Every once in a while, you can see Blade
fighting with the bugs. He's stopped using the assault rifle and switched
to his own weapons. Two long spurs extend from the each arm, and small,
sharp razors tip each finger. With these, he slashes at the bugs, seeming
to do more damage than the rifle was. Now there are only three bugs. Quinn
blew the top of one, and Blade managed to breach the natural armor of
another. Quinn ducks the swing of one bug, while dropping to her knee and
shooting the chest of a second.
But things don't settle down. In the chaos of the battle, you lose track of
who's left. Then you hear the grunt as Quinn takes a smack from the last
bug, knocking her over. With the angle of the lens turned 90 degrees, you
see the last bug leap at Blade. He tries to fight it off, catching it on
his spurs and sliding it deep into the bugs body, but the weight starts to
push him down. As he leans backward, the bug trying to bite at his face
with it's dieing effort, a blast erupts between the two, throwing the bug
off Blade.
As Quinn stands up, Blade sheaths the remaining spur, and snaps his wrist to
his side, the audio picks up the slight sound of an action as he does.
Blade is covered with gore, and so is part of the camera lens. Blade looks
at Quinn, looking her over before speaking.
"I think we should run now."
"Why? Think we might've attracted attention? Like that swarm that sounds
like it's headed our way?"
Blade chuckles a little at Quinn's non-chalance. "Yep. That would be the
reason."
The video goes to black.
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I'll get the rest to you as soon as it's done.]<<<<<
--Blade <08:54:54/07-25-57>
