Brush With Death

GM: Corto
Players: Savannah
Synopsis: A contact is taken and a life is in peril.
Date: December 6, 2072


A cold wind blows through the underpass. Trucks and cars, oblivious to activity below, thundering and zipping past as their noise providing a degree of white static coverage.

A trio of black armored SUVs, parked several meters apart, idle. The usual collection of homeless bums and wannabe fighters are long gone, the fighting area desolate as ever. A door open, a tall muscular human male sporting sunglasses, a suit, a dark beard and buzz cut steps out. He looks familiar.

«Plot» Corto says, "Please roll intelligencer"
«Plot» Corto says, "heh"

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 4 5 5 9

«Plot» Corto says, "Yup, this man you've seen before. He attended that Halloween party not to loong ago, wearing fairly the same outfit, with a name tag: THE MAN as his 'costume'. YOu recall seeing him speaking with Air"

Savannah comes into view. She doesn't bother skulking or even to hide; instead, she marches straight down under the bridge and considers the trio of SUVs, the man who steps out. "You called. I'm here."

Caleb smiles and motions for you to keep some distance. "You're business associate put up quite a rather unnecessary fight." The man looks around, "It seems your alone too." Above a drone hovers, some ten meters up. He motions to a small patch of cleared dirt- away from the cars, away from the on/off ramps. "Do you mind if we talk.", he smiles/asks.

Savannah simply stares at the man, her jaw tensing a moment. "That's why we are here, isn't it? Skip the theatrics and get the point, if you would? I'm more upset than frightened at the moment and I assure you, I am not alone." She steps a few paces towards the cleared spot.

Caleb walks leisurely towards the spot as if he's out on a stroll. He gets out a cellphone and dials a number, offering the phone to you once you sit down.

Taking the phone without moving her eyes off the man, Savannah lifts it and waits.

Karen>"Sunny?"

Caleb waits patiently, looking at the sun. Not a care in the world.

Savannah frowns darkly, murmuring, "I'm here."

Karen> "I- I…(sniff/cough). I put the word out, the guy takes the info at the meet and and and-(background yelling). I'm ok. I'm sorry Sunny.

Fixing her gaze on the middle distance Savannah works her jaw again, the tension building. She lets out a sigh and says, "It's not your fault. It's mine."

Caleb motions for the phone.

Savannah will hand over the phone and step back.

Caleb sticks the phone inside his jacket. "Strange using one of those things, I'm wired for it but….it provides a certain flair." He wipes at his greying temples, "As you can hear, your friend is fine. This is merely a misunderstanding." He shifts his weight. "I represent a sea change in this city, and I'm the public relations consultant in a way. Now, we have the information, we'd just like to do our due diligence and locate the 'leak' as it were." Caleb gives a nod to the SUV's. Everything is fine. "You look like my wife, you know that?", he adds in a soft California twang.

Savannah considers. "A misunderstanding." She looks at the gentleman and says, "You injure and frighten my friend over a "misunderstanding"," she says, using air quotes. With effort she'll get a rein on her temper and says, "I have no idea where it came from. Is this the part where you beat me up too?"

Caleb sighs and looks around some more, then he lowers his sunglasses revealing one good eye and one grey, mangled, scar tissue filled eye socket. "My wife was fiery too. Karin says, do you mind if I call her Karin? Karin said you would come here. That you were a "goody goody" to the last breathe." Caleb offers a dry chuckle. "My wife, she was a good person too. Than Delano, then the caged animals came out of their prisons. Nothing stopped them, not even my pleas."

A SUV softly honks it's horn. A man dressed in light sec-armor spray painted grey/black pokes his upper body out of the open drivers door. He touches his wrist in the "Time to go" movement.

Caleb shakes his head, "No. No violence. An elf is one of the noble races. We just need a name, nothing will happen. We just need to clear the air. Make it profitable even."

Shaking her head, Savannah says "I do not believe you. Given that you've beaten and tortured my friend to have me arrive here, your words are meaningless. Second, I don't know who the leak was nor how to get a hold of them. My suggestion is to check with illegal Matrix services." If she is moved by the story of his wife she doesn't show it.

Caleb clucks his tounge. "Then we've reached an impasse." The man rolls up one sleeve to scratch an itch for a brief second.
«Plot» Caleb says, "Please rol intelltn8, include any eye mods"

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 4 4 5

«Plot» Caleb says, "You catch the end of a green stenciled word on his arm- "NGERS""
«Plot» Caleb says, "There's more to the word, but it's cut off"

Caleb says "What can I do to relieve your stress and encourage you to help me follow the chain of information?"

"Something like that, yes." Savannah glances at the three vehicles, eyes moving towards the drone a moment then back to the gentleman. She raises an eyebrow and lets out a bark of a laugh. "Relieve my stress. Probably behaving like a rational individual instead of torturing and beating someone would have been a good start."

Caleb shrugs, "Well, we're talking now, aren't we?"

"I'm not interested in playing your game, Mr. Public Relations person. Release Karin and maybe, maybe I won't dedicate myself to finding out whatever you are doing and putting a stop to it." Savannah steps forward and remarks, "Otherwise we can see how all this plays out."

Caleb nods, "That's fair- but let me…let me show you how dedicated I am. To help you feel better?", he takes the cellphone out. "You see, belief is a tricky thing. And I want you to have faith that your friend will be safe once this is over. I want you to be safe too. I'm going to make a phone call, and I'd like you to reconsider telling me where your information came from. He hits presumably a speed dial button and flips open the video screen, enlarging the phone slightly. He holds the phone out.

In the viewscreen is Karin- still tied p, with a small tight gag. Her face is puffy but the blood etc has been cleaned up. "Trager, can you hear me?", asks Caleb. The viewfinder turns showing a man in his mid-thirties. Shaggy hair, scars on his face, a hint of urban camo. "Brother.Our friend here doesn't believe in our will."
The man- Traeger pulls out a pistol. He doesn't point anywhere yet, the phone is shaky from the movement. "Please,", Caleb asks, "give me something?"

Savannah looks at Caleb and then at the phone. She closes her eyes and says, "I'm sorry, Karin." She opens her eyes and remarks, "Kill him."

«Plot» Savannah says, "At this point, all elementals are going to attack."

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) rolls Initiative with a result of 8.
«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 1 for "+5, Goons 1 through 3.":
7

«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 1 for "+5~Caleb":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 2 for "+6 Caleb Bodyguard":
1 2

«Plot» Corto says, "Goons 1-2, readying weapons, stay in car."
«Plot» Corto says, "Goon 3, revving car/driving towards Savannah. Not running over."
«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Quickdraw Narcoject Pistol, Caleb":
3 3 3 9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Corto says, "I guess, you're right next to him. Are you dodging?"

«Plot» Savannah says, "Sure"
«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "Short range, no mods on gun":
1 1 1 2 2 9 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Dodge":
2 3 4 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Corto says, "Awesome"

«Plot» Corto says, "Caleb will fire second round"
«Plot» Corto says, "Wait, narcoject pistols are single shot are they not?"

«OOC» Savannah says, "dart pistols are SA"
«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "Second shot":
2 5 7 9 11 11 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Remaining dodge pool":
1 2 3 3 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Corto says, "Resisting?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) rolls Body vs TN 7 for "Resisting 6D narcoject, +2 power from successes,-1 from half impact armor":
2 3 5 5 = 0 Successes

«OOC» Savannah says, "Looks like I go unconscious"

«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 6 for "Driving special effects for moving a couple of meters to pick up Caleb":
1 3 3 4 4 5

«OOC» Savannah says, "When I go out, the six elementals become uncontrolled as an aside. you can check with staff if/what they care to do with that. I'm sure the bad guys get away before then"
«Plot» Corto says, "Bodyguard will swerve, with car running/opening door for Caleb"

In the nanoseconds that tick by as Savannah shouts to attack. The goons in car 1 drive n a circular pattern ready to fire at any combatants.

Caleb flicks a hand rather fast for someone uncybered producing a squat plastic Dartpistol. He fires two rounds quickly towards Savannah, not even waiting to see if they connect as he runs towards a speeding car it's passenger side already open. The scene is surprisingly quiet other than the rev of tires.
«Plot» Corto says, "Checkign with staff now"

<Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Force 4":
1 2 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Corto (#6756) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "Force 6":
1 1 1 2 3 4 = 1 Success

The command given, Savannah dives to the side as she see's Mr. Guy reach for a gun. She's a shade too slow, as always, and gets nicked by one of the darts. She rolls head over heels, trying to get clear of the vehicle heading this way even as the drugs start to take effect.

«Plot» Corto says, "You'r elementals do not go beserk, they go free fortunately"

The cars speed away. The man "Caleb" breaks the dashboard with his foot screaming FUCK all the way to whever they were meant to go.

«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) uses 4 of item 1: Services for Force 4 Air Elemental from Services (#1242).
«Voucher System» Destroying item number 1 on Services (#1242) since its quantity is now zero.
+voucher/use #1242/1:4
«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) uses 4 of item 1: Services for Force 6 Earth Elemental from Services (#1242).
«Voucher System» Destroying item number 1 on Services (#1242) since its quantity is now zero.
+voucher/use #1242/1:3
«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) uses 3 of item 1: Services for Force 6 Water Elemental from Services (#1242).
«Voucher System» Destroying item number 1 on Services (#1242) since its quantity is now zero.
+voucher/use #1242/1:7
«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) uses 7 of item 1: Services for Force 6 Air Elemental from Services (#1242).
«Voucher System» Destroying item number 1 on Services (#1242) since its quantity is now zero.
+voucher/use #1242/1:7
«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) uses 7 of item 1: Services for F4 Great Form Fire Elemental from Services (#1242).
«Voucher System» Destroying item number 1 on Services (#1242) since its quantity is now zero.
+voucher/use #1242/1:5
«Auto-Judge[]» Savannah (#1218) uses 5 of item 1: Services for F4 Great Form Earth Elemental from Services (#1242).
«Voucher System» Destroying item number 1 on Services (#1242) since its quantity is now zero.

Several hours later you wake up.

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