Mon Apr 13 13:17:31 2020 CAS sector, East of Briargate, Friday 10 2080, two hours later. A small group of bikers, all driving on Harley Davidsons, wearing the official club logo on their backs. All seems relaxed but the group is accompanied by unusually strong Lone Star security. The helms are slightly distorting their faces. But one face might be recognizeable as the new Head of Lone Star Security. Several bike mounted officers of Lone Star officers accompany them at a slight distance. Patrol cars secure every crossing they pass. A lone figure stands unnoticed on a small hill overseeing that road, keeping one person in a very close focus. A high tech poncho ith ruthenium coating making sure this person is invisible to about everyone. Suddenly a loud bang is heard, bikers and their riders are thrown around. Three of them are simply ceasing to exist, among them Mark Botticher, now formerly Head of Lone Star Denver. At first silence, then pandemonium breaks loose while the unseen figure slowly moves away. A little while later a non-descript van slowly drives away a couple of blocks away from the scene of the crime. Elisabeth Campell was puzzled, where did that woman come from that entered that van. She was sure she had not seen her come down the road. And that van did not belong to one of the neighbours either. She knows all of their cars. There was something fishy here. Burglars maybe? |
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