Becoming an Alpha
GM: Adam
Players: Pulse, Selene
Synopsis: Adam requests that Pulse and Selene assist with a situation that is happening in the Warrens. A Hellhound breeding ground has been located and it is uncharacteristically organized by a fraternity of Dog Shamen initiates and mercenary company. They are asked to bring the leader back alive, along with the computer terminal there and the equipment they are using to raise the hellhounds. Reed does this the manly way but challenging a member to a fight which makes him honorbound to be able to challenge the Apha— which he does and wins.
Date: 04/04/2070

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Its nice when you can dispense with the cloak and dagger routeen amongst chummers. Adam asks Selene and Pulse to meet him in the back of the Cool Cat Club to talk about some work for 'Haven'. He explains that his finances are tied up rather heavily— as he underestimated what it would take to get that place up and running and needs them to do something for him. In return, he has somthing specifically for Selene— but something only he will talk to her about. Needless to say, its going to be well worth the effort.

The work itself is high octane— nothing else would to be expected. There is an 'illegal' hellhound breeding pit in the Warrens that needs to be taken down. That is objective one. Within the pit, there is the console of the leader that needs to be returned in tact. that is objective two. Finally, there is an entire cache of drugs and 'training' tools that they have crudely been using in an attempt to sell these animals both smuggling out and internal.

Pulse rubs his chin. "So we need to destroy those drugs and tools, right?"

Adam shakes his head, "Negative. The drugs and tools they want recovered. Forensics— along with the computer. They may be a small link in a larger chain."

Selene purses her lips, "just how well gaurded are the drugs, the console.. the rest of it?"

Pulse says "And where, exactly, is it… do we know that, or do we need to find them?"

Selene says "Who wants them?" She says "or.. is that one of the unanswerable questions?"

"We have coordinates, pictures," Adam says as he slides an optical data chip over to Pulse, "and I did astral recon. Its too close to Haven and the BK for my liking— so its added incentive for both of us." Sure enough— not too far from either location— in what looks to be your typical run down tenant building. He shakes his head to Selene and notes, "I did not do physical recon— and I can't disclose the client. But what I will say is that I work with them, a lot, and they are looking into this from a 'magical police' stance." If that doesnt given it away, nothing will.

Selene chuckles,"Alright then… you have any idea of their paranormal abilities?" Selene says "or magical defenses?"

Pulse says "Close to the knuckle…" he shakes his head. "No, I don't like that, at all. But I'm happy to work for your… client… and I'm sure the compensation will be adequate?"

Selene chuckles, "We'll need plenty to rent a venue for the wedding… and the flowers.. and the food…" she teases Pulse.

Adam nods once to Selene and explains, "There is an initiate group of Shamen— of Dog— there. Three to be exact." He takes a deep breath, "As the Alpha of this group happens to be the leader of the operation. Likely you will need to put the other two down— they will not let him go without a hell of a fight." He motions a hand and says to Selene, "Most of the 'compensation' is just basics to help get Haven up. Though for what I can give you— well I'd have to speak to Selene in private about that. But it will greatly benefit your wedding. And you will most definately want it if I know you." He grins, "And I do know you."

Selene laughs.

Pulse says "sounds like adequate compensation to me. I was just calculating my chances of getting married without… incident. They don't seem good." he winks. "After all, I get shot at all the time, even -without- telling people where I'll be."

Selene nods, "Well, I am happy to go and help out, because gettig Haven up and running will benefit myself as well." she motions to the chip, "hey, Pauly.. can you load that up in your pocsec so we can look at it?"

"Well you have a great woman with you," Adam says as he motions to Selene, "Im sure she can patch you up. And if not— well there is always that MASH we can slap you in, right?" Gwahaha. MASH!

Selene giggles, "Yep.. the MASH - how will we hide that behemoth?"

Adam motions a hand and says, "I have plans. Bought another unit that I'm trading to the Denver riggers to get it supped up." He looks to Pulse in that 'so if your brother is interested' look. Seperate topic. Seperate time.

Pulse puts it in the pocsec and lays it out for the girl to see. "And speaking of… I need to hunt down the people who hit the FFoS, make sure my medical records… dissappear." He looks at the information, trying to piece useful bits together!

"I already have a plan for that, mano, and the second I have it all in place— I'll be giving you a guys a call. Again," Adam says with a sincere smile. The man doesnt smile a lot, but when he does, you know its real.

Selene hmms, "Wasn't someone selling services for cleaning that up a while ago? burning SINs, etcetera?" she shrugs, and turns to the display on the pocsec, checking out the way the building is laid out. "So, Dog Shamen… Most of them are pretty reasonable, but they do know the meaning of loyalty. I wouldn't want to try to go against 3 of them in one place, at once. Is there an existing plan, or any thoughts about the best procedure for this?"

Adam shakes his head and notes, "To be honest— I have not. I've been spread very thin— what with that incident with Fandango, Haven, the Queen shutting down. I could go on." He nods a touch, "But Dogs are still simple creatures. And proud. This is something that he could use to his advantage if they catch him out of the haunt." He motions to Pulse— or Reed— depending.

Selene looks at the number of stories of the tenement, and the way it is put together, looking for choke points, the likely location of the pit… the easiest places to protect or hide important items. "Aside from the 3 Shamen.. how many others reside here? are they part of a gang?"

"Part of an organization. You are looking at ten to twelve across the community— and at the professional level as mercs. I wouldnt classify them as multi-mission vets, but they have thier training and won't hesitate to use it," Adam says and also notes, "Which is part of the curiosity of the employer. Seems a bit too organized to be a Warrens affair."

Pulse says "So you think it might be someone sticking their dirty paws, so to speak, in the warrens. Using it to visit their corruption on the world." His eyes shine. "sticking their dirty paws in -my- piece of the pie."

Although Adam doesn't have the same passion (ok, they are polar opposites here), he does motion a hand to Pulse and say, "More or less, chummer."

Is it Passion, Greed, or just Territoriality? The world may never know.

Selene nods, "Well, as they are organized, and skilled - I would not take as my first choice invading their stronghold with guns blazing, just the two of us. Normally, I can handle a half dozen or so Mundanes in close proximity to each other pretty handily… I'm more worried about the unknown skill level of the magical resistance."

"Initiated Shamen," Adam says with a nod, "No doubt you are going to want to handle them first. Takes care of the first objective and will make the mercs a lot easier. It is tricky. All these jobs seem to be lately."

Pulse says "Wish I was better with my rifle…" then shakes his head. "It'll just be a shotty, then. And fists. But I agree. Drop the dogs, try to skirt around the paras, and hope to the gods they don't catch us with our pants down."

Adam nods his head and says, "As always— I'll offer what resources I can. But laws of the land— I can't go with." Yeah, fourth wall and all that.

Selene shrugs, "I'd prefer to lure the Shamen out, somewhere, one by one."

Selene says "better to deal with them one at a time, and make the final one too angry to act rationally, than let them be a pack together."

Pulse says "Well, yes. Dropping the dogs alone would be great. Could probably only kill two if we got the jump on them, but they were together."

Selene nods, "Divide and conquer, if possible. But they are hard to lure out if we know nothing about them."

Selene sighs, "more research, darlin? or you wanna go in guns blazing and pray?"

Pulse rubs chin. "I'd rather call some people, see what we can find out. Maybe set up to go to one of the fights, act from there."

Selene smiles, "more research then. Your contacts are better than mine. -or- we could try to grab a merc alone, and just gently extract the information directly from his mind, and then get rid of the memory. Dangerous to let him go though, as the shamen might see the traces of magic left on him."

Selene nods, "so, darlin, where you wanna start? Gonna make a few calls?"

Selene nods, "so, darlin, where you wanna start? Gonna make a few calls?" <re>

Pulse rubs his chin. "Yeah, I think I'll place some calls. See what we can set up."

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Pulse finishes his calls. "All right, babydoll. I got the name of a dive bar they frequent. Why don't we go down there for a bit and see what we can shake down? Maybe catch one of the mercs, or one of the asshole dog shamans. Keep your astral eyes open, eh?"

Selene smiles, "Hmm.. dress the part, in my lovely camoflage outdoor outfit? Or maybe the synthleather pants and long coat?" yes, she does care about appearances.

Pulse says "The latter, I think," nodding. "And I think this sounds like a mission: FOR REED!"

Selene goes.. to the ladies room, and magically emerges in a different outfit. Synthleather jeans, long coat. You know the one.

Reed has gone to the boys room, and has put on his specially prepared mask… where'd he get the duds, though? Who knows, he's crafty. "Let's roll out."

Selene smiles up at Reed, "Ah, so the boss sent you tonight. Lovely. Ready to ride over to The Jackhole?"

Reed leers. "You can ride my jackhole whenever you want."

Selene sticks her tongue out at Reed, "your bossman might not like that. But..you know, if no one told him…" she teases.

It is a long, mostly boring trip over towards the Jackhole. How does one describe a shitty little hole in the wall except as a shitty hole in the wall. Cybered Arms looks like a bastion compared to this place. It must sit ten or twelve people, tops— and most of them at the bar counter. There are no tables and no seats. Often, such as right now, there are a couple people outside. And EVERYONE here is a rough customer.

Reed says "He'd still know, and shoot us both," finishing for the girl. "Me, he'd shot slowly."

Later, they arrive at the bar. Everyone's a rough customer- good. "Well, Raven. Divide and conquer. Find me someone I want to talk to."

Selene keeps her staff close, but keeps Reed even closer, and preferably between her and the roughest customers, as they enter the hole.

Entering the hole (nyuck nyuck) is not so easily done. Its a tight passage in that only allows one at a time and it doesnt get less cramped after that. The bartender looks over towards them— as does one of the men here. They are cybered— visibly. Yeah, those contacts were not kidding about this place.

Reed's eyes glow, betraying their own cybered-ness, and sweeps his gaze around. He sneers, and then moves towards the bar, ordering something that will probably taste like rocket fuel. He nudges selene a bit, and openly looks back at the man studying him.

The bartender serves a drink, aptly named, Rocked Fuel, over towards Reed. Its possible it very well could be Rocket Fuel or its just a catchy name.

Even if she has to drop behind him to get through the door, she keeps a hand on the big guy's arm. Afterall, better they hit him first, he can take it. Selene takes a long look around the area, hoping that Reed remembers to order for her as well. Yes, she shifts her gaze to the astral.

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Selene frowns and turns to the bartender to order, "Beer. Whatever's cheap." KNowing that it will in fact taste like pee. Then she looks to Reed and says something quietly to him in Italian (Please lang dice don't fail me!)

Outside the unfriendly looks, people don't pay the two any mind. The Bartener does, in fact, get Selene a drink— aptly labeled 'Is that Piss?'. It could be piss. It could be a catchy brand.

Selene whispers to Reed, "* * * * * * * * * * ***" Then she looks around again curiously, focusing on any individuals with very little ware that she can see in thier auras.(are there any?) (Italian)

Reed drinks his Rocked Fuel. "So," he says, to know one in particular. "If a man wanted to take his dame to some action. Something nasty, something bloody, somethin' worth bettin' on. Where would he go?"

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"Outside," says the bartender, "drek like that happens every night. People get bored, angry, or drunk and beat each other silly."

Selene sighs and sips her beer as she looks around, frowning with disappointment. She perks up a little listening to Reed talk to the 'tender. She smiles and peers around his shoulder, "no, no.. I can see that every day. I want something new."

Reed nods. "Hell yes," he says. "I'm talkin' about real money. Somethin' sweet. You know, like when that asshole boxer fought the cyberninja at the top o' dat building, few years back. Somethin' actually -worth- seeing, isntead of a bunch of amateurs acting like idiots."

"The Pit," says one of the grizzled men as he takes an unhealthy swig of his poison, "but no one enters the Pit anymore. Ain't no fraggin' honor left in 'em." The man next to him says, "Can it. Ain't no 'reason' is more like it." he grunts in a 'you always get drunk and act like a cock' fashion.

Nothing in this world can look haughtier and more condescending than an elf.. unless it's a *goth* elf. She glances over to the first man who spoke, and says, "oo, now that sounds interesting. Do tell."

Reed grunts. "Damn straight. No reason. Ain't been any fucking fights -worth- seeig since that asshole (who may be the mightiest man who ever lived) lost to that damn sneaky ninja. Fight was fixed, and it all lost its worth. Not like the cockfights we had, back down south. That was -real- battle."

"The Pit. Its where the Dogs fight for rights. But that don't happen no more. No one is allowed to challenge rights. So we are stuck with the same fucking guy sitting Alpha," says the man with a grunt. "They are to the death— those fights. Winner takes all." The other guy says, "There is a reason why we don't do the tribal drek anymore. Pretty soon, we're all /dead/ asshole." He shouts back, "Better dead than a coward, you fucking rookie."

Selene settles in, slouching a little as she leans against the bar and just lets them talk as they will, "They don't fight anymore?" she says sadly, "Well, I guess that's it darlin', I guess there isn't anything really exciting around here anymore."

Reed nods, pounding his chest. "Better one day as a doberman than a hundred as a frikkin' bichon, amirite? amirite?" He pushes hsi fist towards the first man, setting up for a manly fist bump!

"Man, if -you- were fighting, I'd put all my money on your ass. You look frikkin' hard-CORE."

The man points a thick metal finger at Reed and says, "You. Outside." The bartender looks to Selene throughout this. After all these losers, shes a minor oasis for the eyes.

Reed grunts and stands up, looking at the man with the metal finger, and puts a hand on Selene's shoulder. "I don't go anywhere without my woman," he says.

Selene had been *just* about to decide that maybe she'd let Reed to all the talking. The guys who're drinking at least, seem to like him. She turns and looks back to the bartender with the metal finger and asks, "Is there a problem?"

Again, he barks— only this time getting up on Reed's face enough to bite his nose off, "Outside. NOW." Looks like this isn't something to negotiate— and the general problem is that there isnt a lot of room to maneuver here.

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Reed steps off of his stool. "Outside, then," he says, and heads outside.

Selene follows the big man closely, as he pushes his way back outside.

The man follows them outside. Once outside he takes off his jacket— leaving only the vest on. He has two large, obvious cyberarms. As he comes out, the guys outside cheer, "Alright— bloodsports!" *CRUNCH* The cybernetic hand connects with the jaw of the 'fan' and he is out cold.

The man pops out a spur in one hand and looks at Reed, "I know you. Its in your eyes. And these— these PUPs don't know the first thing about respect. Its not won with words. Its won with action. And they— cowtow to some regime for what?" he points the spur at Reed, "You and me. To the death. You win you can have as much of it as you fuckin' want with the rest of them."

Reed leaves his jacket on as he watches the other man… and then his legs start to spread, just a little, and his stance shifts a little more. His posture is suddenly much straighter and much more dangerous, and one of those -looks- passes across his face. A look not even the polimask can hide. "You and me," he confirms, voice a low growl. "Anytime you're ready, little man. You're gonna taste the horns."

Selene steps back from the two men, giving them space to battle.

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Reed's hand flicks out, a switchblade suddenly in his hand, and he starts circling the other man- the slow, sedate circle of an arrogant fighter. "You've made a mistake, little man," he sways, popping the blade. "You've come to fight -me- to the death?"

His hand flicks down, tossing the blade into some nearby piece of -something-, burying it help deep. "I won't even need my blade for you."

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The heavy cybered man doesnt seem phased by the initimdating bout. He rushes forward and lunges deeply at Reed— a heavy slash with quite a bit of skill behind it. But he doesnt know who he is messing with!

Reed weaves out of the way with practiced ease as the man comes at him, and he strikes out at the slicer with a pair of quick punches to the ribs… not meant to take the guy down, yet, but more to slow him down, drive air from his lungs. "Too slow," he says. "too slow…" he twists…. "BY FAR!" He comes back around, throwing his big left fist into an uppercut aimed right for the cyberspur man's jaw!

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The first counter-attack is met with the cybered man being nailed hard. But despite the solid hit— it does nothing to him. The second hit, does. The follow-through lands him back on his ass— to which he stands up (and he really shouldnt after that). "Pft. You won't ever be able to make it in the Pit like that. Its for keeps. Its for blood. You ain't got what it takes." He doesnt attack, he doesnt have the skill to best Reed— but he doesnt feel Reed has the balls to kill him. So its a stalemate.

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Reed grunts and comes back at the man. "You don't understand," he says, through gritted teeth, "What blood -is." He throws another pucnch, this one at the man's eye. Then another, for the cheek, and a third for the first eye. Brutality. Muscle. Seeing if bones will break, seeing what the man's made of. "This ain't no city street…" A fourth punch, a haymaker aimed at the temple- "It's an operating table. And i'm the surgeon."

Bones will break. Metal will dent in. The guy isnt getting up after all of that. If he isn't bleeding out, hes definately bleeding in.

Selene pauses in her dancing for joy at all the bloodsport to look around at the gathered crowd, checking out thier reactions.

Reed looks down at the fallen warrior for a moment, his own knuckles bleeding. "I'd say you were a worthy opponent," he says, "But I didn't break a sweat." Down comes his foot, hard, right into the side of the dying man's head. Once. Twice. Three times.

When he's done, Reed looks up at the other man. "To the death," he says. "Now. Take me to this… Pit."

Watching Reed coldly finish the bartender, Selene shudders inwardly. That she will never quite get used to.

"You have no fucking clue what you just did, did you," says the man looking at the man dead or dying on the floor.

Watching Reed coldly finish the guy with the metal finger… hands.. arms, Selene shudders inwardly. That she will never quite get used to.

Reed's eyes come up and meet the onlooker's. "He offered me a deal. I took it. My lady wants bloosports: she gets bloodsports. Now. We going?"

The other man shrugs his shoulders and motions to the man on the ground now, "Take his dogtags and follow me." And with that— hes off— walking down the street.

Reed takes the dogtags, sparing one final -kick- for his fallen target… and heads on after him.

The other man leads Reed and Selene down towards the building that they have all the wonderful recon information on. He slides a keycard against the door and it opens— go figure, a tenant building with tech. Its obvious once they head inside that they have done some redecorating. Raiding this place head on would have been a bad idea. These men are well armed and not stupid. They are also watching the 'fresh blood' intently as they are guided towards the basement.

Selene and Reed are directed by the man they met at the bar down to the basement of the fortification in the Warrens. As they pass down into the lower levels— the breeding pits, fighting pits, and torture pits can be seen— and smelled. This is also where most of the merc squad hangs out— and it looks oddly like an old subway terminal that has been half caved in on one side and 'sealed' on the other.

As the two approach, via guide, a shaggy man points an assault rifle at them and barks at the merc, "Who the frag are these and what the frag is wrong with you for bringing them here?" The merc doesnt flinch— he points over to Reed, and the dogtags he should still have from the last fight.

Reed holds a fist up towards the shaggy man, the tags dangling from it. "I came for the Pit," he says, tossing his hair. "I won my spot."

The man with the assault rifle lowers it from being aimed at Reed's dome, "We had an agreement about use of the Pits until we are done…" says the man as he barks at the shadowrunner's guide. The guide shakes his head and notes, "We have our code. And although we all agreed to that, he did not. He has the right to challenge." He is the only one that has the right to challenge— and it is getting a lot of attention from the group down here.

Reed looks up. Then he looks at Selene. "Sounds like… sounds like we have a golden ticket." He looks back up at the man with the assault rifle, tugging Raven into him. "I have come with the rite of challenge. I want to -make- my challenge- or at least be allowed audience!"

Selene finds that speech from the stranger a little disturbing, but plays along, leaning into Reed and saying defiantly, "My man 'ere can challenge anyone."

"Is that so," says another man that comes walking down the center of the basement— with the pits at either side of the walkway. He is a hulking, best of a man with long, shaggy hair down to his waist. "Dober, what is the meaning of this?" he asks the man with the assault rifle as he steps back and explains, "One of our brothers brought this man here. And he seeks the rite of challenge."

"Ah," says the brown eyed Alpha as he looks over Reed and his— request, "Well then— have it out then pup. State your challenge."

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"I have come seeking a challenge," Reed calls out, slamming one fist into the other. "Be it dog or beast. I am Reed, child of the Horned God, and I seek a pack to hunt as my Hounds!"

Selene gives the Alpha a long searching look up and down.

"Challenge," the Alpha says with a grunt of impatience, "Who? Pup, know the rules before you envoke them, less you be stripped out of incompetence." The others around laugh when the Alpha says this— and all of them are well armed.

Reed points his finger at the Alpha. "You," he says. "I challenge -you-. I thought that was obvious- but I forget how foolish pups can be."

The room gets quiet at that. "Me?" says the Alpha with a laugh. "Oh Pup— you will be missed— and your lady— well," he looks over towards her in a very posessive fashion, "she will be quite the bitch until we are through with her." The man turns around and heads towards one of the pits. It looks of blood and carnage— though mostly that of hellhound blood and bones lately. He takes off his armored coat— handing it to another man— and hops into the pit.

Selene keeps just under Reed's arm, looking around at the well armed crowd curiously, and waiting to see if the man will accept the challenge, or at least provide a run down on the 'rules'.

Reed glances at Selene. "Hope I didn't just bite off more than I can chew," he mutters. "If it goes bad, blow him away," he adds as a very personal whisper. "Or let Gloria have them."

He steps away from her, now, moving to adopt a lazy ready stance. "Oh, alpha-pup. Do you have any Idea who I am?" He asks.

Selene smiles at Reed, and murmers, "You always win."

The Alpha motions a hand to the air— and the wind around the area sweeps about them with dust and the smell of blood. He takes out a cougar fineblade and licks against the edge hungrily, "A dead man."

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Reed grins. "If you say so, pup…" And then he's moving, using all his speed to rush into the attack. No holding back, everything going into it- closing in an instant, unleashing a savage flurry of blows, combinations of jabs and crosses hooks and uppercuts, letting his full skill hang out for a moment.
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The Alpha swings as he lays in wait for Reed's attack. He swings at it in a powerful blow— only to miss the last second as Reed ducks under and lands that uppercut right to the Dog Shaman's jaw. There is a faint glimmer as it feels as if his fist hits a barrier before it hits the man itself— and something on his person glows like a personal field. Surprisingly, the Alpha takes the hit like a champ and comes back with a deep stab at Reed's shoulder for his efforts.

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Selene dances to the beat of bloodsport (centering) appearing to be enjoying the scene below, as her hips sway to the rythm of blows back and forth. Her form is wrapped in a dark transluscent illusion, a cloak of membranous wings. (casting Mindlink w/ Reed, assuming he's WILLING)

Reed's fought blades before. Reed rolls his shoulder and turns as the blade comes in, deflecting it off harmlessly, already throwing a few key blows into the bastard's body, but somehow the Alpha Dog keeps rocking… calculations start pouring through pauly's head. This fight won't be won in the traditional manner!

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Fortunately, the effect of the link is invisible, but it does give her an invisible communication link to 'her' fighter. She calls to him Telepathically, "What's wrong.. he's not going down."

Selene keeps dancing to the tune of the blows being traded, too, as though nothing in the world is wrong, and this is the best fight ever.

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Reed's next move is more canny, throwing another combination at the man… a couple feints at the jaw, then another at the man's fist, trying to pop the dagger out- close, as his foe keeps a hold of the weapon…
«He's got a focus. Trying to grab it. This isn't Good.»

Reed still keeps his assault up, throwing more punches, trying to penetrate the man's defense… and then he drops, shooting out one of those FISTS OF FURY and grabbing the item that Lit up. "Bad Dog!" He shouts, yanking it free. "This is MINE now!"
With the foci done— the Alpha snarls— his defenses weakened. "You'll regret that, pup." The wind around him swirls faster— this doesnt look good.

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The wind swirls around them quickly— making it a sandstorm of blood and bone in this pit as the shaman brings together a painful spell to buffet Reed into submission. The shadowrunner fights against the wind— the dirt beneath his feet entrenching to show the force of the assault. Step by step he gets back to melee range with him— and swings wide into the shaman. The wind stops as the man now bleeds from the hook to his jaw. There is a pause in the combat. Both of them are tired— but for now Reed has the upper hand.

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Reed staggers through the wind, and when his punch actually draws blood… now he knows it's time. It takes everything he has to fight through it, but he manages to bring up his other fist in a nasty uppercut, putting every ounce of strength behind it.
«Can You do Something about this Damn Storm? Or Put him Down?»

That uppercut connects and it hits bone. It may be laced bone— but it lacks that solid wall that used to be there. The man staggers back— tasting his own blood and just stands there— laughing.

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Selene has never stopped dancing, the entire time. Belly dancing can be slow and sensual, or rapid and sexy. But bellydancing in baggy camo fatigues? that is a site to see. She raises her hands to the sky, and sends out the telepathic call for her 'ally' (slave) to appear in the local astral plane, but remain hidden there. It's not visible, but Reed can now 'feel' the defensive shield of magical will surrounding him.

The Alpha continues to laugh— and points his long dagger at Reed— "Your name— what is your name, Pup?" And with that the dying down winds whip back up again. This must be the man's other ace in the hole. Though once Selene shields him from this magic— it now does nothing to him at all.

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Reed snarls as the man's magic tries to grab hold, as Selene's power squishes his like an insignificant bug. "Who am I, little pup?" He asks, sweeping in, backhanding the knife away. His body shifts, and he throws a palm-strike out, suddenly switching styles completely. The blow slams into the man's face, setting him up… "I am A Reckoning." And then he turns around completely, spinning, his leg arching around as he leaves the ground, throwing an amazingly save kick that's a combination Tae Kwon Do and Muay Thai, slamming a massive steel-toed boot into the Alpha's chest and taking him off his feet, skidding across the pit and into a wall.

As Reed lands, he throws his head back and Howls his victory!

«Thanks, Selene. Now let's cow these motherfuckers and take their SHIT!»

Right about when Gloria appears in astral, she says towards Selene « What? What? Gez girl— nothing here but— hello, that ones kinda cute. Oh wait, its Reed, nevermind. » The remaining mercs are not sure how to take this. Its quiet. Eventually the shaman that pointed an assault rifle earlier comes to the pit and says, "That makes you— our new Alpha…" Oh boy.

«To Gloria: Once we get the spoils, you *may*, upon my good will, *possibly* be allowed some fun here» But back in the meat world of real sound and furry, Selene leaps up and cheers, letting out a wild squeal, whoop and holler of elation (read: rebel yell), "Whooooo!!! Hoooo! Baby! You did it again." she cries… shimmying her hips so rapidly her whole body vibrates. «To Reed: FAntastic, love. Now what?»
Reed lowers his fists. "It makes me your hunter," he says. "My Raven will take your old Alpha away, to his punishment. The rest of you: I need your equipment, for what you've been doing to these…. dogs. After that… you're my pack, now." He folds his arms over his chest. "Who's been sending the money in?"

Show Leadership

Selene looks down into the pit, and finally drops her mindlink spell as she considers how she's gonna move the big unconcious shaman, and what to do with him if he wakes.

The second in command motions Reed over to the only computer terminal that exists here. "We may be 'your' back now, Alpha— but that will not be taken lightly. For starters— you kill killed one of my fraternity members. The dissent will likely split what is left of 'us' apart. That and the fact you just severed our cash flow. The deal was through our old Alpha. And now that he is gone— it is no longer. No money, no mercs… sir." He logs into the terminal and shows the business transactions to an intrested party by the name of Dan Gains for 'private' use.

As for the request for equipment— the mercs begin gathering and boxing up some of the gear. Two fold for them— one they wont be needing it— two, Reed ordered it.

Reed walks over, looking at the compunter. "There will be money," he says. "I work for a man called Pauly Lucianno. Heard that name before? Anyway. Move to North Central. It's near his home base, and puts you away from the influence of any of the bigger gangs. You're in command, when I'm not around."

He puts a hand on the second's shoulder. "You can hold them together. Promise them money. They'll get it. I'll contact you within the week, once you're moved… we'll get some Deals going, get you some income. Get you money for mercs, money for other gang members. Rely on me: I am -good- at what I do."

He looks up towards Selene and nods.
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