Blood in the Water Pt 4

GM:Thog
Players: Aeon, Criticalfault, Croc, Karya, Remy, and Rip.
Synopsis: In this part the party did some more intel gathering, and off loaded the prisoners to the J
Date: 2070


«Plot» Thog says, "Sit Rep: The warehouse manager and wife were kidnapped recently by: Aeon, Croc, and Rip. They have returned to a pre-arranged hidey hole to plan the next step of the operation. Through interrogation at the scene of the abduction you've found out that there is indeed a government order being shipped soon. It consists of four trucks with the load out being Viruses and Chemical Compounds. Where you go from here, is your decision."

The non-descript apartment is spartan in its furnishings. A cheap table, some chairs a ratty grey couch and two hostages, both mildly bloodied and tied up. One is a dwarf who is the warehouse manager for the 3rd shift, the other is his human wife. They are bound, gagged and blindfolded. The rest of the team is here to figure out the next step.

Arriving after some time, more than likely because of lack of transportation. CF comes in through the cheap door and waits for the others to arrive. He plugs his poc-sec into his datajack and rapidly adjusts his messages and things. He checks on the hostages and shakes his head returning to the room without them. He mutters to himself, "I dont like this hostage thing…"

Karya walks in as he says tha, "YOu think I do? It's part of the job." She shrugs and looks at the hostages, "Poor things." She sighs and moves to an empty chair to sit. "I'm not even going to ask why they are bloody." She shakes her head, "I guess I should just be thankful their alive."

Aeon arrives a bit later, humming a dramatic-sounding tune as she walks down the hall to the crappy apartment-turned-prison, hands in her pants pockets. "Hoi, chums." She pats both hostages fondly on the head "Yah ate today?" She asks, not searching for Fault, but nodding to Karya "Hoi ta you too. An' it's 'cause Croccy is about five hunnerd pounds o' troll an' likes ta rough people up."

Critical nods slowly and shrugs, "So whats left. You extracted who you needed too. I got the R/D files. So? Where are we?"
Karya folds her arms over her chest, "It seems the only thing left is that shipment to the government." She leans back in the chair, "That is the one that is priority." She reminds softly.

"And I imagine the people in the other room dont know jack or drek about that?" Jason askes softly.

Aeon calls to Fault from the other room "Ah, we gotta grab us a truck, I think." She checks the Nutrisoy dispenser for something for the hostages. "Naw, I think this floor's abandoned, Fault-a-doop. Jus' don't yell loud 'nuff fer the up or down-stairs tah make out words."

Nodding Crit shrugs, "We need to know where those trucks are heading and then come where. I can find it, just give me a few."

Karya looks at Crit, "Need me to watch your back?" She asks with a lifting of her eyebrow.

Aeon comes back with a plateful of cubes of nutri-soy with different flavorings on them "I think he can handle walkin' ta the corner on 'is own." She says sarcastically "But if ya wanna, I mean…I'll be fine here." She visibly manifests an illusion of spinning smoke in her one hand, and pulls the dwarven hostages gag down "Ya know the drill, eat an' yer fine, yell an' ya get mojo'd."

Double checking his duffel for his deck and gear he nodds to Aeon, "Deal, we'll be back. Lets hit it." Crit opens the door for Karya and waits for her to leave. He'll proceed behind her and make his way to a location jack point.

Karya gets up and leaves using the door, staying with Crit as he proceeds to where he is going.

The dwarf, having had a beating previously is appropriately co-operative eating the minimal rations. He tries to mutter between bites, "Lucy, we'll be just fine, they'll find us." Its soft reassurance to his wife, while he has the opprotunity.


Finding a payfor jack. Critical sits in the public seat and gives a nod to Karya to watch him. He leans against the wall and closes his eyes, jacking into the RTG. His body goes limp and he sighs out his held breath. His icon is uploaded in half a heart beat. He pulls out a large floating ball with a smily face bearing a pirates eyepatch and scruff. He leans back and throws it into the RTG where it forms a door, back door specifically into the system. He slides into the door and into the HR system where he begins his search, after a quick set of skilled hacks and old tricks. The Datafiles slowly begin to collect and upload into his deck.

Karya smiles softly and watches Crit. At least this part is easy, just watch him while he is in the trix. Shouldn't be to hard, right?


After the files fly into Crit's backpocket, He gives a polite bow to the matrix host and gracefully logs from the system. He opens his eyes with a soft gasp and looks around with a grimace on his face, "This…is extremely awful."

Aeon feeds the other hostage in a similar way, and then entertains herself with a bit of excersise, doing sit-ups on the floor to kill time until the others return

Rubbing his eyes Crit sighs and stands up, "This is WAY above my pay grade.." He gathers his gear and stuffs them back into his bag. "Serious Karya…this is bad..I'll explain it once we're back."

Karya nods, "Alright Crit, lets get back and you can explain everything." She makes her way back to the apartment with the hostages.

Nodding, Critical takes Karya back to the apartment and sits down, letting Aeon get herself ready and Karya do whatever she needs while he gathers his thoughts.

Aeon continues doing sit-ups when the pair return "So? Where they gonna be at?" She asks, not quite out of breath from this light workout yet

Karya leans against a wall watching Crit with her head tipped to the side. Her arms are folded and she places a foot against the wall. She waits quietly for Crit to explain.

Crit takes a soda from his duffel and takes a deep breath opening the can and drinking some down. He speaks in a low voice to keep things private, "Heres the deal. We are talking about a 30 man team running support in just about every way. Guards, back ups to those guards. Riggers, anti vehicle weapons, squad weapons, etc. They are authorized to take out whoever or whatever with EVERYTHING they have at the drop of a hat. With the man power they have i wouldnt think snipers, machine gunners and heavy weapons plat's are outside the realm of possibility."

Taking another drink, Crit lets that whole deal settles in before continuing to the tad bit of good news he has, "Shipment is headed to Miami, god knows why. Route is known but attacking them head on is total suicide."

Aeon frowns and stops mid-situp, just holding there "You better be fraggin' kiddin' me." She complains, then flops backwards onto her back "The how the drek d' we do this? Warrens-style barricade n' blast ain't gonna work. My magic ain't no good on trucks, an' we don't got a hundred chummers wit' rockets neither."

Karya blinks and pales at that, "Are you serious?!" She shakes her head and sighs. She looks at Crit with a frown, "Man I should have asked for more money."

Grinning Crit takes another drink and nods, "Well again, thats if we hit them en-route. That would be insanity."

Karya ponders for a minute, "How many men? and what races?" She asks softly.

Aeon shakes her head "On route is th' /best/ time. When they stop, they oughta have /more/ guards, waitin' an camped in while they unload. Ya fraggin' stupid or somethin'?"

Criticalfault says "So, lets let them deliever bunk items. Doesn't take much to damage packing on something so sensetive as chems and bio's"

Criticalfault says "Do it before, those people arent even on duty Aeon, we got 48 hours before they leave…time for some B/E + Sabatoge"

Criticalfault says "Hell, one of those bags with a bad seal…could geek the whole crew plus some…which isnt a grand idea…but would surely help our case.."

Karya blinks at Crit, "You have a plan?" She stands away from the wall and sighs.

Aeon blinks "Why didn'tcha say that /first/?" She snaps "The frag do we care about th' other drek if we ain't gotta chance after they leave?" She frowns and clambers back to her feet "Then, who knows how ta drive a truck?" She shakes her head at Fault "Frag no, I don't wanna be 'round buy-oh-law-jickle weapon drek."

Criticalfault says "I was letting the gravity of the situation lay in IF we fail at this B/E…cause thats what we have to face otherwise"

"So now we just need a few hours to plan. Then we all get together and hit that sucker…" He finishes his soda, "Then we should be able to relax and collect our cred."

Aeon rolls her eyes. "You plan, I go do somethin' useful." She pats the hostages again while talking to Crit "What's th' address, where's it at?"

Crit returns the eye roll and smirks, "Whatever you say, I have the address. I can put it in whatever form you want."

Karya rolls her eyes at Aeon, "We need a plan." She looks at Crit, "Any suggestions Crit? I really don't want to die for this."

Aeon gets the address and memorizes it, leaving the apartment. She drives to the location to check out the physical security

Criticalfault nods, "No one does…but i have a containment suit and rebreather…if it comes to that…it may be as simple as killing power to the enviromentals, slicing the right bag, or wiring up some explosives, if someone actually knows how to do that. I might be able to get some …or even make some."


Karya shrugs, "I know nothing of explosives sorry." She thinks for a minute, "Would the shipments be contained in an environment meant to stabalize them. YOu know so that nothing happens or anything gets out." She smiles softly, "I was thinking that usually those containment things have some kind of machines to stabalize them. You think we could crash those?"

Jason looks at his notes and nods, "Likely there is something like that, especially with the viruses something to keep them cold in addition to any cooling the shipping containers have."


Aeon drives around and stakes the place out for a half day or so, then puts in a call to Karya and Criticalfault, buying a Falafel from a street vendor as the cell phone rings

Karya answers in the first few rings, "Hello?"

Aeon mumbles a "Hoi" Through a mouthful of falafel, then swallows it down "Ah, yeah, I got some info that deckmeister didn't. Dey got 'em some tall walls, an' security cameras, fer onesies. Fer twosies, I see three chummers guardin' the place. One orkie, one troll, one humie. Troll n' humie are cybered up, s'pecially the troll. Ain't gonna be too hard gettin in dere, but it's gonna be hard ta cast while I'm there, lotta pollution from all th' chems. We can handle three lousy guards though, yeah?"

Jason replies to the racial question, "Mostly human with a handful of orcs and trogs. Like I said about thirty or so personnel.

Karya smiles and nods, "Three should be pretty manageable but your casting being harder worries me."

Aeon munches another bite of her snack "Chumgirl, I'm wiz with a gun like you don't know, an' if I call me a spirit before we go in, pollution don't bother 'em too bad. Trick's gonna be cast an' summon 'fore we go in."

Aeon nods "Hold on, I'll call you back." She hangs up and rolls her bike into a safe spot, like an alley and makes herself comfortable. A moment later her astral form is hovering over her body. Aeon's astral body is much taller and more muscular than her physical one though she looks mostly the same. As usual, she looks like a 16th century French partisan, in shiny platemail and carrying a pike. "Time t' do some snoopin'." She declares and flies over the polluted area


Karya is sitting in a chair more or less watching the hostages, waiting for Aeon to call back or maybe one of the team to come in so they can plan.

You paged Aeon with 'This place has a feel first of, unhealthy and desperate are what it is. Moving through the parking lot and into the warehouse, again you notice the three previously noted guards. Inside you see four people, who aren't cybered and are very bored doing things among the racks. An area off towards the back looks like a freezer, or a cold storage area. Here the sickened aura is severe. To the right of that is another door leading deeper into the building.'.

Aeon astrally swoops over the warehouse, spotting a few more that she didn't see before. They don't seem to be dangerous to an astral person, but she doesn't fly through their auras - just in case! She slips down into the building and into the door behind the workers

«Plot» Thog says, "Basic Sit-rep:Sit Rep: The warehouse manager and wife were kidnapped recently by: Aeon, Croc, and Rip. They have returned to a pre-arranged hidey hole to plan the next step of the operation. Through interrogation at the scene of the abduction you've found out that there is indeed a government order being shipped soon. It consists of four trucks with the load out being Viruses and Chemical Compounds. Where you go from here, is your decision. Up to now intel coming via karya ICly"

Karya is sitting in a chair in a non decript apartment. The non-descript apartment is spartan in its furnishings. A cheap table, some chairs a ratty grey couch and two hostages, both mildly bloodied and tied up. One is a dwarf who is the warehouse manager for the 3rd shift, the other is his human wife. They are bound, gagged and blindfolded. She waits quietly for Aeon, who is at the warehouse, to call back or for one of the team members to come in so that she can give them the info that Crit found after another dive into the 'Trix.


Rip enters the apartment, returning from some small errand and tosses a bag of soybars and canned crap to a chair. "Ok, any luck yet?" He asks.(guessing he would have met them already, since he delivered the pair.)

Aeon astrally shrugs and returns to her body in the blink of an eye. Or rather, less than that. She reclines on a pile of garbage as if it were a comfy armchair, and dials Karya again

Karya looks at Rip and nods, "Sit please. The news isn't so good." She smoothes her hair back and sighs as her phone rings. She answers putting it on speaker function so Rip can hear and talk if he wished, "Hello?"

Rip adjusts his coat a bit as he pulls a chair out and settles to it, waiting for the call to be finished to find out what might be of interest. He's a patient man, to a point.

Aeon sounds relaxed, maybe a bit annoyed "Hoi, chica. I double checked 'em an dere's more n' I thought. Yeah, so dere's what looks like a rigger checkin' security - a few a' them are just workers, heavy liftin' chums, an' there was two more cybered-up auras down in there, sleepin' or somethin'. So, I'm countin' six at the moment, nobody seems ta be magical, an' I don't blame 'em, so much astral pollution up that way."

Karya nods and sighs, "Thanks Aeon, come back to the apartment we have a lot to talk about. I'll be filling in Rip shortly. Be safe." With that she hangs up the phone and looks at Rip. "Crit went back into the 'Trix and found out about the shipment. It's headed to Miami with about a 30 man team. Guards and riggers and anti-vehicle weapons, etc. They are completely authorized to take out anyone or anything, with everything they have if need be." She sighs and shakes her head, "Now we need a plan to stop that shipment somehow."

Aeon kick-starts her racing bike and speeds back to the hideout with a quick screech of tires and the roar of a finely tuned engine
Rip nods a little as he listens, taking it in and thinking on it. "That's a lot to do for so few. Especialy if we want to capture them rather than outright destroy them." He says, more as a spoken thought than any real question. "Did he find out how much time we have, exactly? Possible routes they'll be taking as well? Those are the most important."


With Torro called away on Family biz. Ol' Remy is felling decidely less than safe. Aeon here is good as is a new doctor. Hopfully Rip won't be needed just yet. Within the hole of an aprtment staging area Remy sits warcking his mind for any sorta plan. Nothing yet, "What sort trucks, I am not so sure how were gonna handle the chemicals. For now I am thinking , we make any calls we gonna need help stoping this and dealin with dis , no ?" Serious blue eyes look to the other Shadowrun in the quite.

Rip looks thoughtful as he contemplates further. "No, even with those strips still to many people to handle…." He looks towards Karya. "That guy, he was able to look at the shipping records, right? Anyway he could subtly change the IDs in the shipping manifest so the wrong things get loaded?"

Karya looks at Rip, "Actually destroying it isn't out of the option pool. They were only specific on those to being left alive." SHe gestures to the hostages. "We just need to intercept the shipment and stop it from getting to it's destination."

Aeon takes her time arriving (again) and enters with the wrapper from the falafel she had earlier, which she tosses on the ground. "Hoi again." She looks up at the two new arrivals "Oh, hell, I didn't know we was gettin' more chums on this 'un."

Rip nods a little at that. "That's the issue. Destroying it enroute still means the stuff gets out into the general area. And if it is as nasty as the dwarf said, we really don't want to be releasing it in the open."

Aeon sighs "What're we second-guessin' my damn plans again?" She's USED to being a leader after all "Listen, chums, th' astral's polluted, they got six guards, cybered to drek, an' a chummer watchin' th' cameras. I was sayin' we get th' elfie ta sweet talk us in, day of, sayin' we're th' truckers an' drive the trucks out, loaded up fer us." She eyeballs the dwarven prisoner "Hoi, fer extra pull maybe we can get somethin' useful outta this chummer?" She prods him gently

Rip nods a little. "A good idea, if you know where we can dig up the trucks for that. Being a shipping depo all they'll have on hand are the trailers."

The dwarf looks up and about trying to see through the blindfold keeping his eyes more or less shut. He's got that fear stink about him, and even more obvious as he swallows hard once his mind catches up to what Aeon said.


Remy looks over toward Aeon, "I am surprized as well. Remy is the name." …"I can make a call and have the ID's hacked but it will cost me, decide if that is what you all want ?" … "Leave the dwarf alone, for now." …He glances over toward Karya and then back to Aeon, "Unless we gonna ppose as truckers, ..mayhaps , I can help with dat as well, "

Karya shakes her head at Aeon as she walks over to the Dwarf, "We can try getting some info from him but I wouldn't go over board our emploters want him able to talk when we bring him to them." She looks at Remy and raises an eyebrow,"How can you help?"

Aeon grins "They'll have 'em there, staged n' ready. I checked th' place out already." She explains with a drek-eating grin "If that don't work, we can try t' sneak in, an' if we suck at that, we can always go in shootin'." She explains. Then regarding the prisoner "Hoi, he's th' /overseer/ who says he can't get us some security clearance drek? Save yer money, Remy."

Rip says "A good question here," He says as he looks to the tied up dwarf, "Is whether the goods are already in the warehouse or not. If they aren't then moving in now would be pointless. If they are in there now, then waiting for all the goons to show up is also a bad idea." He waves a hand towards the wall, a general indication of direction. "If they security is as lax as she says it is," he gives a nod towards Aeon, "Then we best take the warehouse down with fire or explosions before they have a small army to protect it.""

Aeon shakes her head "Sorry chum, if ya wanna make some big ka-booms o' viral drek yer gonna have ta do it without me. Fraggin' th' planet means fraggin' our magic, an' anyway you wanna be in th' area when bio-bombs r' poppin'?" She points at Rip "They're in dere. Th' whole astral is dirty. Sick, fragged, dyin'. Fault says th' army shows up when they get rollin'."

Remy smiles slightly, "We can looks like trucker gonna in, be nice if I have a decent idea of what we should look like, I'll be needing to stay focused. So, other then the disguses I won't be wanting to do much else. As fate would have it , I can also pack quite the nasty surprize should we need to exploxed tings within da warehouse, ethier way." He looks toward Aeon, "Right Viral , frag it all to hell and back. Frag! "No big booms, sounds like we'll need to step in careful and light?"


Aeon draws her knife again, much like when she originally captured the human woman and stands over her, dangling the knife between two fingers as if about to drop it on her face "I think ya oughta help us out if ya like yer pretty wife stayin' pretty."

Remy sighs softly and look down at the table. Not happy, but is dealing.

Rip walks up to the dwarf, unbinding his gag and removing the blindfold. He's already seen him, so no point in keeping him in the dark about his appearance. He gives the little man an unfriendly smile as he draws out the deadly looking bonesaw from his sheath on his hip. "Now then, your wife there will make someone a very nice sale at a bunraku parlor, after we do a little cutting on her." He says, glancing towards Aeon standing over the human. He rests the tip of the saw against the dwarfs leg and presses a little, enough to let him feel the bite of the diamond coated teeth but not yet breaking skin through the pants. "Now is there anything at all you can think of that might help us get in or through to the building? A simple yes or no is all I need right now."

Remy sighs softly. There needs to be a good cop in bad cop , good cop right?

The dwarf looks towards Remy with pleading eyes. Seeing no real help there he slumps a bit, "Yes," mumbled softly, it barely carries far enough for Rip to hear.

Karya steps up to be the good cop apperantly. She smiles softly at the dwarf, it is usuall her pollicy to catch more flies with honey. "What can you tell us that will help?" Her voice soft and sweet and soothing. She even kneels next to the dwarf.

Remy glances over to the Dwaves, "Your intell is helpful, he'll leave ya be," His accent decidely CAS Cajun.

The dwarf looks to Karya now, "Will you let us go, when you're done?" a faint hope in his voice, and a visible effort of will allows him to not to look at his wife, "I can describe how to get in there without the security knowing, but you have to let us go when your done," the poor dwarf tries to barter again.

Aeon grips the knife firmly, almost letting the point touch the female captive's cheek. Her other hand rests on the woman's throat lightly.
Rip steps back as Karya moves up, slipping his saw back into its sheath as he moves to the bag of food he brought and opens up a soybar to munch on. "Soon enough. Get this done and all will be good."

Remy turns his chair and stands, "Tell us how to get in and then its gonna be okay , you both can relax, unless you frag us, but if not you can just chill."

The human woman stiffens and swallows hard with the feather touch of a knife point. She wimpers through the gag. The dwarf looses his spine again, "Alright, there's a blind spot on the back of the park yard, where we keep extra trailers. Security cameras don't cover most of the corner, and the spot runs nearly all the way to the dock personnel door."

Remy smiles just a bit, "Now then easy enough, " … "Put the knife away."

Somtime Later

3 days remain before the shipment of nasty junk going to Miami ships out. The dwarf warehouse manager and his human wife, are still bound, gagged and blindfolded in the nasty little hide-out that has been the pre-arranged stash and meet point for the team. After a bit of good cop, bad cop interrogation and some astral reckon you're almost ready to have a plan. Couple of loose ends though, the couple on the ratty grey couch, and how actually intercept the shipment without causing a huge environmental nightmare.

«Plot» Thog says, "Yes, this is essentially a countinuing of the last scene. W/ a little time having passed."

Criticalfault says "So, we i think are on theft unless someone knows how to do some quick demo work?"

Aeon is crouched on the back of the couch like a… well, a predatory cat "We are /not/ blowin' drek up, astral's fragged as it is."

Croc is leaning against a wall. "I know how to do demo," he says, picking his teeth with a small bone. Possibly a dwarf toe. "Or I can steel 'tings. I am just de hammer. Point me at a target an' it will die."

Criticalfault says "Well….Aeon is against blowing'em up. I dont really wanna keep'em. Cause this crap is dangerous as hell."

Karya moves off to a corner of the room to pull out her pocsec. She looks at Crit, "Don't look at me, and besides I would think that setting off am explosive would do more damage than good." She looks back at her pocsec and seems to be completely focuxed on it for now. She bites her bottom lip as she concentrates.

Aeon sighs "Do I gotta go over this fraggin' plan again?" She starts from the top "Karya's gonna try t' convince dese fraggers 'at we're th' truck drivers, n' we scoot on outta there with th' baddies blessin's. Then we can drive th' trucks inta th' warrens fer all I care, let th' gangers part 'em out. If that don't work, we can sneak in. Dat'll be harder. Last, if things go t' drek, we got 'nuff guns n' magic tah smash 'em."

The wage slave seems a bit relieved when the discussion drifts away from blowing stuff up, while his wife seems unconscious at the moment.

Karya pages: We have the hostages and they are bargaining for their freedom. How should we continue and if we are to deliver them were do we meet?

Croc says "We talking about killing the prisoners? Don't worry about it. I can find places to put dem. or we can give dem to our employers." He turns towards Aeon, staring at her again. "i tot we were de baddies?"

karya looks up from her Pocsec and looks to Croc severly, "We are not killing the prisoners." She shakes her head and sighs, "They are alive for a reason, our employers are /paying/ for them to be alive."

Croc says "Funny, dat. I ain't seen no money yet."

Karya rolls her eyes and waves her pocsec at Croc, "I had to contact our liason for a drop off point for them."

Criticalfault says "Well 4 trucks means 4 drivers.."

Aeon thinks about that for a moment, and then grins "Yah, I guess we is, Crocodile. I mean th' goodies. An' they got three guards on duty 't night, one guy lookin' at cameras, n' two was sleepin', dat should be 'nuff ta handle fer us. Some bang bang, zap zap, an' if they shoot up th' trucks, we win no matter what. We just gotta stop th' truck from makin' it dere, if the guards shoot 'em, one less fer us ta wreck laytah."

The moment Karya waves the pocsec around, the screen starts blinking, with a mail icon on it. Plus any ringtone that might be attached to alert the owner that they have a message.

Karya looks at her pocsec and reads the message, silencing the little annoying beeping noise it makes.

Croc says "Could we just lay explosives in da road dey need to take? Make dem go boom, break some wheels, den shoot up the drivers till dere blood is covering the road and feeding de starving rats? Easy as pie to kill a man. .43 caliber bullet popped in the head and KABLOOEY, red egg salad all over da place. Can demonstrate on de woman. She not important, right/"

Aeon holds up a finger "Oh ya, our friend tied up 'ere showed us a way t' sneak in good, but it'll still be hard." She shakes her head "You like thirty chummers with machine guns shootin' at yer big head? No good attackin' when th' trucks is on the road already."

You paged Karya with 'nona.nona|hsirT#nona.nona|hsirT Msg received. The prisoners need to be transported to this air field <insert name here> in Colorado Springs. Reply with ETA.'.

Criticalfault sits back and tries to take it all in. "Bodies means they are more likely to come after us…they have just shy of an actual platoon. So thats extremely bad.."

Karya looks at Croc and shakes her head, "No killing her. We have to deliver the two of them." She smiles softly, "We're going to an air field in Colorado Springs."

Criticalfault says "We can do that now perhaps then?"

Croc stares at Karya. "Are we sure dis is not a trap?" He asks. "Maybe I hang back, cover area with machine gun,or panther. Never trust a j, is what pablo always said. Before de white man killed him like a -dog- because he dared to give de roosters hope."
Croc waves his hand. "dat said, if j is paying for live delivery, yo gusto dinero."

Criticalfault says "Support i can give as well…"
Criticalfault says "Lets get rid of the wagers and then back to make a solid plan perhaps..?"

Aeon shrugs "We still need four people t' drive th' trucks, chummers. You coverin' our hoops'd be wiz, but…we need yah t' walk up with us for th' first part.

Karya says softly, "HOw long will it take to get from here to there? I have to send an estamate of our arrival to our contact." She looks at Croc and nods, "You never can tell if it's a trap, if you two want to give support fine by me."

Croc looks at Aeon. "I think we are meeting at de air field before we boost de trucks. For de delivery of prisoners, I tink."

Criticalfault nods to Aeon, "We mean for the wager drop", then turns to Karya, "Solid."

Aeon blinks "Ah, right, I get lost sometimes, ya know?" She listens to the situation - though dropping off prisoners ought to be easy enough. "I guess I get t' watch th' astral for it."

Croc gets ready to ride to the site- with a massive dufflebag towed along, and criticalfault hanging around, too. His bike is big and Powerful, and makes a lot of noise for a while… so he stops a while away and sets off to find a decent firing position.

Jason arriving with his own duffel in tow. He gives Croc his commlink number and then he shuffels off into urban scape. He scouts a perch to setup his post as well. When hes ready he comms to Croc his position and sets up his rifle ready for down range.

Somehow managing to get the hostages to the air field. Karya takes the arm of the wife who has hopefully come out of her unconcious state. She looks to Aeon and gestures to the dwarf hostage, indicating she sould escort him. She says softly to Aeon, "Be nice." She trusts that Croc and Crit are out of sight somewhere. She looks around, trying to find whom ever is supposed to pick up the hostages.

Colorado Springs, times have changed, alot. This close to Denver, the brilliant politicians in Richmond decided to move both the Airforce academy and the units at Ft Carson to other places on the map. While, there is still a military garrison in Colorado Springs, it's stationed closer to the pass.
Ft Carson itself is a ghost town. The old checkpoint to enter the base has been defaced by both time and people. Paint scrawled messages of love, and gang claims cover almost every inch of the guard shack. Driving along the base road at night, is a lesson in creepiness. Windowless buildings leer at the vehicle, with shadows retreating and advancing with the passing lights.
Looking down over the airstrip one can mark the progress of the rented van. With various light enhancements you'll find all sorts of creatures running around from rats and feral cats to dogs and coyotes, and a few that defy identification.

Aeon says what can be expected "I don't do nice, chica." She carries the male hostage over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, keeping her eyes on the astral plane "Anyway, th' girlie's not even cut, n' I hadda Cougar Fineblade on 'er." She peers around at the decrepit military base "Where's our person?"


Croc sets up in the dark, his cloak draped around him, his panther ready. Steady and silent as the grave, he stops moving entirely as he waits.

Karya turns on her comm so that Crit and Croc can hear everything on her end. She looks around and shrugs, "I honestly have no idea. Keep a sharp eye out though." She looks at Aeon, "Can you at least try? He needs to be in one piece." She then starts to look around carefully, even though the whole place is a ghost town.

Criticalfault is laying flat upon his rooftop. Massaging lines keeping his body from tensing up, he scopes down following the two runners, hostage in in hand making their way. He makes the proper adjustments based on his smartlink's suggestions for range, wind, etc. He does a quick scan of the area at Karya's need. Switching to thermals in case any critters trying to hide behind brush.


If it weren't for the decent moonlight, and the unusual thermal bloom over the colder mountains the snipers may not have seen the low flying aircraft. Its moving well below normal flight paths, almost nape of the earth, and well below subsonic. Whoever it is, they're not really advertizing their presence.

Commlink-Fault> Criticalfault says, "Think your J is arriving. Aircraft, flying low and slow."

Commlink-Fault> Croc, You think if thats not our J, you got a chance of downing something like that? Just in case…

Commlink-Aeon> Aeon says, "Croc could /jump/ up dere n' drag th' plane down t' th' ground wid 'is bare hands, chum. Don't doubt 'im, omae."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "If it moves, I can kill it."

Laying in his position Critical rolls his eyes and begins to transmit a retort…then thinks better of it. He closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a deep breath relaxing. He whispers to himself, "Not now…relax…"

The aircraft circles the landing strip once, then lines up opposite of the hand-off team on the airstrip. The pilot is good, or a rigger. No landing lights, no marker lights either. The thermal cross-section is actually smaller then the private jet craft, so is the noise factor. There's a soft chirp as the wheels touch down and begin the braking.

Karya watches the aircraft land and puts on a smile. She murmurs through her smile, "Sure hope this is our J otherwise it could be bad." She glances at Aeon for a moment before looking back at the aircraft expectantly.

Aeon shrugs, jostling the man on her shoulder, and re-adjusting the weight "Relax, chumgirl. Fault's a good shooter, n' Crocodile can rip out anybody's hoop from a hunner't meters. We's in good hands." She reassures the elf "If drek goes down, I'll cast a spell on ya t' make ya hard t' see."


Aeon raises her free (left) hand dramatically to call a spirit of the mountains…then blinks as nothing happens. "…Frag."

Karya looks at Aeon with an eyebrow raised, "Everything ok?" She looks back as the door on the aircraft unfolds. She shakes her head and waits for someone to come out.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Four large shapes. Giant dogs, maybe. Heading… towards the plane, it looks. Might want to warn the J."

Commlink-Fault> I got a read too…i want to fire as soon as i possibly can…


Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Those are dead-weilers… very, very rare. Drawn to magic- to consume it. Crit, advise opening fire when Joo have a solution. Try to leave one intact- corpse could be valuable if sold to right buyer.""

Commlink-Fault> 10-4

Commlink-Aeon> Aeon says, "They wanna /eat magic/? Dat's gotta be what I felt on th' astral. Fraggin' waste 'em!"

Commlink-Chimes> Karya says, "Does that mean their after Aeon?"

There in the plane is, Trish she looks towards the running Karya with a puzzled expression, "What…" sounds coming from down the runway moving fast. If one didn't know better they could be talking to one another.

Through the scopes, the forms have stopped slinking and are running, having sprayed away from eachother like a shotgun pattern, a spread out target.

Taking the queue from Croc, Criticalfault takes a quick breath and listens to the beat of his heart. Once he has thats under wraps, he sizes up the distance, the movement feed into his smartlink. Finally a result is made and he moves his rifle just to where it needs to be. A single shot is fired and the bullet is sent down range. After half a second, the bullet strikes home into the paracritter. It going end over end in its run after struck.

Croc's got a reputation. If he can hit it, he can kill it. These things are worth money, but… it'll be easier if there's only one. He lays down his aim, lines up a shot with his massive cannon… and then there's a flash…

FOOOOM!

The cannon sings its song of dying, and croc's target becomes shards of bone and blood and burning as the assault cannon round explodes inside of it. «Two targets neutralized,» He intones into his mic. «Aquiring solution on the next.»


Croc's second target is more aware, but it doesn't matter. The Troll shifts his aim, picks up his second target- and with another booming blast another target explodes. «Three targets neutralized, one with minimal tissue damage. Do you require me to eliminate the fourth?»

Karya seeks the shelter of the plane and to explain to Trish what's happening. So she keeps running, hopeing that the miss J doesn't decide to leave so soon.

Aeon sighs as three-quarters of the critters get blown to bits. "So much for 'em bein' scary. Croc's gonna call me a pussy fer that." She relaxes her grip on her smgs «Go 'head chum. 'Less you wanna let th' last one keep comin' at me, I'll give 'im some gel rounds.»

Croc levels his aim on the last target and starts tracking it. «Got a bead. Will fire shortly. Advise you take cover, there will be spray.» He pauses. «Que es 'gel?'»

The dog's long legs send forward surging across the tarmac. Its no longer hooting or barking, or whatever one would call it. Of course it's hard to hear over the thundering of cannon.

Trish kneels just inside plane, with a small pistol out, "What the hell?" as she sees the elf running towards the craft.


Croc pulls the trigger one more time, and another boom tears through the area… and one more dead-weiler explodes into a million billion shards. «Last target neutrilized. Returning to overwatch duty. Have nice day.»

Aeon stuffs her SMGs back under her longcoat «Gel, chum. Knock down bullets. Not that choo'd know about not-killin' drek witcher guns.» She grabs the pants legs of the hostages and starts dragging them towards the plane

Karya slows to a stop and raises her hands in the air as she notices the weapon pointed at her. She means no harm to Trish and is trying to convey it. "One of my team was taking care of a threat headed for your plane and eventually to a member of my team. I appologize for the scare it may have caused you but I was running over here to warn you."

Trish glowers at the Elf, "Well, it seems we've at least picked an effecient team," she slowly lowers the hammer, "Where is the person of interest?" going back to biz as if she hadn't just been threatening Karya's well being. She however doesn't put the weapon away either.

Karya looks back to Aeon as she lowers her heands and shakes her head. She murmurs into her comm, «Stop dragging them. Let them walk.» She sighs with a shake of her head.

Commlink-Aeon> Aeon says, "They's /prisoners/ chica. They's tied up. So, I'm gonna help 'em stand up, an' hold 'em both so they don't run off? Don't think so. They get dragged"

Commlink-Chimes> Karya says, "Don't let them get to hurt. I mean it Aeon."

«Dere is a woman dere. Is dat d' J, or should I blow her to bits? i have a firing solution.» Croc adjusts his aim. «For lo, I am become death, de destroyer of… ooh, spider. nom nom nom….»

Aeon gives Karya the stink eye and continues dragging their charges towards the plane «You's lucky we need you, chica. A dirt-bath's good for ya.»

Trish looking over Karya's shoulder, watching the foul mooded dwarf drag the two by the legs, "Well, I suppose two will suffice, do they know anything useful?"

Commlink-Aeon> Aeon says, "No, Croc. Come down, and bring me a spider too."

Karya shakes her head. «That is our miss J. No shooting her please.» She looks at Trish and nods, "Yeah, the male dwarf was trying to bargain his and his wifes freedom for his info. He knows the security of the company."

"The woman?" asks the J, before looking further into the cabin of the craft, "Julio, Chad, get the baggage," then back to Karya, "Anything else?"

Aeon reaches the ladder of the plane "Yeah, dere's somethin' else. We saved yer hoops. Twice if ya count my psycho teammate wantin' ta blast you too and us stoppin' him." She steps back and lets the two men handle the prisoners

Karya shrugs, "The human is his wife. Not sure if she knows anything, we mainly asked him for information on the security so we can stop that shipment." She shrugs again, "Sorry I can't be to helpful on her." She looks at aeon and shakes her head. She looks at Trish with an appologetic smile.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "All do respect, half-pint, i don't trust a Jay dat flies a plane in. I'll stay up here an' play cover."

Trish looks wolfishly at Aeon, while the two goons pass by her and Karya then down the stairs, "Spunk, I'll give you that, half-pint. However, you also saved your paycheck, scan?" she decides to talk with some hand gestures, the weapon definitely drawing attention as she waves it around with calculated casualness.

Croc scratches himself while he watches.

Aeon rolls her eyes "There's things t' me more valya-bull n' a paycheck. Like seein' somethin' expensive burn." She grins «Right, me neither, omae. Good idea.»

Karya shakes her head, "Ok, ok. You have your hostages. Now we should be getting back to our other mission." She looks at Aeon with a puzzled look.

Chad and Julio take custody of the woman and the tied up dwarf. Manhandling them onto the plane. Trish looks back to Karya, "Sensible, and gritty," gesturing to Aeon, "and loud. Get the rest done, so we may conclude our business. She gestures for Karya to exit the plane, while she waits for the goons to situate the hostages.

Karya leaves the plane and makes the walk back to the rented van they came in. She sighs and shakes her head. «All clear Croc. We're leaving now.» She then turns off her comm.

«Confirmed. Will watch. Once joo are clear, I will head back to meeting point.» says Croc over the Comms

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