Hoytz Texas Ranger

GM: Vimes
Players: Tyto, Mr. Terrific
Synopsis: Two runners are hired to rescue a CAS Ranger who has overextended a little too far.
Date: May 10th, 2082


It goes like it always goes: a call goes out as the Denver Sun hangs low in the sky: help is needed -fast-, and there's cred on the line. One of your fixers has dropped your name for it, and it's been accepted - and you're asked to get to the Lonely Oats bar near the CAS/Warrens border as soon as you can. Head straight to the back and into the room with the blue door. You're expected.

Mr.Terrific loves these BYS missions. BYS means - Bring Your Drek. No going home to pick up optimal gear. You come in loaded for bear and get ready to run in hot. A quick check of foci, toys, and all the elementals, and let's get it on. Beyond The Blue Door.
Tyto shows on time as expected, with his Bootlegger stocked with his normal assortment.

The bar isn't too crowded yet - something about it being between shift changes - but the sparse clientele makes a point of looking of neither at you as they come in. Not even the bartender. They all have a sort of military straightness to them, though, and thousand yard stares… and nobody gets in your way as you make it to the blue door. Inside a single man sits at a table for foour, his attention on a computer screen in front of him - a computer he seems to actually be accessing with his fingers. He has the sme military straightness to his mposture, but he seems… softer than the others. Not fat but less lean.

Mr.Terrific says, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. People call me Mister Terrific. While I do not claim to be awesome or even superior, I am terrific. As you know, I sometimes consult."

Tyto spots T and makes his way over to where their meet is, the short dwarf still looking like something from a Dashell Hammett novel squashed short.

The man looks up through his round glasses, and he tries to give a small smile, but his heart's not in it. "Evening," he says. "There's soycaf in the pot," he says with a gesture. "Help yourself and sit down. I have a problem I need a hand with, and it needs quick handling - but overhaste makes mistake, am I wrong? My name's Gamble."
Mr.Terrific sits down but doesn't drink. Bad for the nerves. At least, his highly tuned magical nerves. "Festina lente, as Caesar Augustus would say. Make haste slowly. I am listening."

You say "Thank you, Mister Terrific. Your reputation proceeds you - as does Mister Tyto's here." He taps a button on his keyboard and then looks up. "One of my coworkers got involved with some trouble, sticking his nose out too far - you know how guys can get, too much gung-ho, not enough thought - and it got him pulled into the Heather Gardens. His last communication we got for him was that he was being followed, and we heard gunfire - that's all we know. Our signal was lost. It might be being jammed, it might be… anything. I need you to go in after him."
Tyto turns down the soycaf in favor of what he has in his own flask, he joins the humans at the table and settles in. Heather Gardens? What was he doing out in that stretch?"

Mr.Terrific says "Do you have any way of tracking him or do we just follow him in and hope to track for the best?""

"Investigating something sensitive. He shouldn't have gone. Investigating isn't his job, and we are… not supposed to cross that line." He leans back. "At least I hope that's what he was after. Terry… well. It's a tough job. Bad choices get made." He looks at Tee and nods. "It's tricky. I have his last location, but his tracker's being jammed. I know we have a material link on hand, but… I don't have access to that without filing some paperwork. There's no time. He wouldn't have gone far, I don't think, but… what kind of thing would you need?"
Mr.Terrific says "Astral tracking takes hours in the best of circumstances. Give me the thing, and let's get pictures and descriptions, but it'll be much smarter to get us onto his last location and try to pick up the trail there. If we lose it from there we can try astral tracking.""
Tyto gives Mr.T a look when the Heather Gardens district is mentioned. "The Royals and I have an understanding. Though usually it includes "don't get nosy here and you keep your head"
Captain Vimes adds. "You two are known for your discretion, so I can be a little more plain. He's in there without orders and beyond our scope. We can't send a team in after him, and If I put in paperwork the brass will know. But the boys and I have put together a collection. His old lady sprang for a nice docwagon contract for christmas - All we need you to do is get in there, The same thing that's stopping his signal might be stopping his bracelet, but if you can get that clear of the jamming, or whatever, then they can take care of the rest."
Mr.Terrific presses the point. "So what does he look like? What's his name? What was he wearing, if you know? What name was he going under?"
Tyto says, "You still haven't said what he was in there after, what would make him jump the gun like that."
Gamble stands up and walks over to the coffee machine, and picks up a cup. He brings it back to Mister Terrific. "His favorite mug," he says. "Might have some of him left." He then picks up one of those big folders - the beige cardstock ones, you know the type, and puts in down in front of them. "Pictures, some basic info. There's a datachip in there with the gps from his last location."

He looks at the pair of them. His name is Hoytz."

The pictures and details mark him out as classic american beef, good looking, borwn hair, high physical fitness, even down to being from texas.

"Two days ago I mentioned that there was something strange about the manifests I was seeing from the gate reports. It peaked his interest - i don't know why, he never cares about that stuff - but the reports were filled out by one of the gate captains. Nothing good ever comes of digging into the bosses' paperwork."

"Name? Other than his… like what you guys use? I don't know. I just call him Terry. But sometimes, when he's had a few or is a little too excited, he calls himself 'The Kid.'"
Mr.Terrific controls his personal levels of tension with his incredible willpower. He, too, is from Texas - so now it's personal. (Even though he himself is definitely not American Beef.) "Exactly how long has it been since the gunshots?" Mr. T looks at the exact last location on his pocsec.

"Maybe? I have no idea why he suddenly cared so much about inconsistent cargo manifests. He didn't say anything about the royals - i hope he's not that stupid - but then he went into the gardens. I doubt he would have even checked in if you wasn't in trouble. He's kind of a lone ranger. If you excuse the pun."

Mr.Terrific says, "Something like that. Guy could have gone to my high school. But too young for any overlap. Let's get going."

When Tyto and Mister Terrific have gone, Mr T's idea is to get over the border - not too hard. Turn invisible, sneak to the location. Turn on Extended Detect Enemies, see if there are any strange groups of bad guys within his somewhat grotesque radius. And move.

Tyto elbows Mr.T

Tyto says, "Don't waste your time. The back door out of my place dumps us into the sewers in Heather Gardens.

You paged Mr.Terrific with 'gamble has an unspoken fear, but you can tell it in his eyes. he's worried that, rather than looking into the weird cargo stuff, hoytz somehow involved in the probable-smuggling.'.

Tyto will head back to his office, down into his basement apartment, and out the back door into a little hidden area in a storm drain of the warrens wall that puts out into Heather Gardens.
Mr.Terrific , when out into Heather Gardens, shares his surmise with Tyto. "Gamble is afraid that Hoytz is actually in on this smuggling ring, which would make him a dirty cop, and also, that something is going on with the low level smuggling thing that maybe went high-level, higher than Hoytz's low level of normal corruption."

Mr.Terrific asks Tyto, "Do you want invisibility, or will you handle your own sneaking?"
Tyto says, "That's a likely outcome. Royals dabble in it for sure. I'll always take professional grade invisibility on top of my professional grade sneaking.

Mr.Terrific summons Neglect to put some Imp. Invis on Tyto.

The heather gardens, the greasy, counterfeit shining gem of the warrens, is the same as it ever is. With some traffic actually back and forth to east ridge, the occasional truck rolling back and forth. 'Clean' (or cleaner) streets that manage to actually go in…. suffering and squalor under a patchwork facade of mere poverty. The last known location was off the 'main' roads, following a torn-up street towards a long-abandoned storage unit. There's a small group gathered around a decaying tenement, marked for destruction even before the warrens was the warrens. Onefigure is leaning up against the side of a motorcycle, while two others look him over; there are two bodies on the street, and the rest are watching the building, armed with second-hand aks.

<Plot» Captain Vimes says, Tyto- this is actually one of the smuggling routes you're aware of, because it's so close. That storage unit is known as 'The Trove.' People can drop shipments off there, for a price, and it will be loaded onto various legitimate shipments and re-gathered at a similar facility near Castle Rock."

<Plot» Captain Vimes says, " that gang is -not- the royals - they're not wearing the colors - but you think it's one of their vassals."

Mr.Terrific uses his binoculars to see if any of the people there are 'our guy'. The body on the street, the guy leaning on the motorcycle, any of them.

<Plot» Captain Vimes says, "you can tell the blood smells fresh from here. mrt - you can pick up another dead body just inside the door to the tenement - well, the only door-way that's not boarded up."

«Plot» Captain Vimes says, "mrt: no. None of them are your guy. They're all wearing colors - purple, gold, and sea-green, with the sea-green pained in spirals up the arms of their jackets."
Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « That blood's fresh. »

«Plot» Captain Vimes says, "yes, very agitated. they're watching the building, and are absoluely on their guard. there are other people watching, but only briefly, then going very much on about their business."

Neglect, for some reason (perhaps an emotional bleed-over from Mister Terrific, who has sympathy for the fellow,) has taken an interest. Maybe it's his serpentine healing nature that is rarely seen. But he manages a full healing. "I daresay the big guy couldn't do it any better himself," he says both to Terry, and through the mindlink to Mr. T. It does look like the recent upgrade he got from Mr. T did quite well.

Neglect says, "All right. The elf on the rooftop is unconscious and in custody. The gangers downstairs are all asleep. The only danger remaining that we know of is your own traps. If you shoot me I'll drop the spell. So now I gotta ask. Are we safe to go and get outta here with you? The way you're healed, you don't need DocWagon any more.

<Plot» Mr.Terrific will cast Extended Detect Enemies, F6. It will give him a 140 meter range in which to detect a good bit of information. Also, with astral sight, is the building Warded?

«Plot» Captain Vimes says, "mrt: the man leaning against the bike is awakened, and he's at serious +3."

«Plot» Captain Vimes says, "no it is not."

Mr.Terrific makes sure to stay out of the eyesight of the guy leaning against the bike as much as possible.

«Plot» Captain Vimes says, "one of the doors to the trove - one of the storage unit like doors - has also been opened up. hard to see what's inside from here."

Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « One guy is hidden 26 meters in. Another guy is on the third floor. He hates everyone. Another guy is creeping towards him and planning an ambush, but he's been spotted. The guy on the third floor has traps. The guys out here might want togo in but are scared. »

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « So two guys and then the gangers? »
Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « The guy 26 meters in is the guy 3 floors up, he's probably our guy, holed up. »

Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « Let me know if you want a boost up. »

Mr.Terrific 's incredible willpower keeps him from making a short joke with the boost, or a dwarf tossing joke.

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Get me on the roof behind us. I'm going to put the guy on the roof into a coma then we can deal with the guy inside. Simplify the equation. »
Mr.Terrific taps Tyto and Levitates him up to the roof.
Tyto suffers it.

Tyto suffers the indignity of being hoisted magically up three floors. He comms to Mr.T, "I'm only up here long enough to take the shot then we can go in the roof of that building and extract our guy. Sound good?" He says this as he gets into position on the roof and starts looking for our friend.
Mr.Terrific brings the power of Marvel Girl to the fore in his mind, envisioning her little motion lines surrounding Tyto and bearing him up! In the astral it looks nothing like that, but the visuality calms him, helps him cut through all the trash around here and render the world in a cleaner style, a place where Tyto is easily up top in just a moment and a flick of the wrist. From the outside, it looks so easy. "I was going to stunball all the guys down here right after your shot, then send Neglect in to talk to the inside guy."

So far, the roof seems utterly empty. The clouds are gathering overhead. One of the gangers gets his balls together and makes a run for it inside.

About six seconds later, there's a roar from inside as some kind of explosive goes off.
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'the ganger that ran inside has ceased to be.'.
Mr.Terrific oh wells. If they wanted to be stunballed and live, they could have stayed out here.

There it is, just a glimmer, but Tyto barely spots it moving along the roof. An elf moving with at a snail's pace - an awakened elf, suffused with the energy of a long, slender snake.

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Elf on the roof. Awakened. Don't think this is our texan. Naptime for knifeears. »
Mr.Terrific prepares his spell, to drop his detection and stun alla the guys down here.

Tyto is going to prep his rifle, take a couple passes to aim, takes a breath, and fires- and in one perfectly place round to the head she falls down like a sack of (lithe) flour.

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « I've been around Laz too long. I forgot how delicate elves usually are. She's down. Float me over and I'll slap some restraints on her and stifle any casting. »

Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « Are you sure? Could be traps up there." »
Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « I can find them easier than you can. »
Mr.Terrific floats him over, holding up the spell!
Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Most people don't expect a hound dog »
Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « Say when you've got her, I'll send in Neglect to talk to Hoytz. »

Tyto will pull her shirt up over her head when she does it, so if she does wake up she can't cast shit.
Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « Okay, get under cover, tell me when you're concealed. Your invisibility will go down when Neglect phases through the wall. »

Tyto pockets the pistol because to the victor goes the spoils.« You coming up? >

Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « No. I'm going to send Neglect through the wall to talk to him. But that means your invis goes down. Get under cover. »

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Got it. »

Meanwhile, Neglect flies around back like a little blue rattlesnake. Settles up against the wall. Slithers up it (flying.) When he gets word that Tyto is under cover through his mental link with Mr. T, he drops the Imp. Invis, and goes into the astral, and goes through the wall, into the room with the hidden guy. And looks at him FROM the astral, first. To see how wounded he is, is he, like, holding a deadman's switch, stuff like that. He transmits to Mr. T through sense link.

Meanwhile, Neglect flies around back like a little blue rattlesnake. Settles up against the wall. Slithers up it (flying.) When he gets word that Tyto is under cover through his mental link with Mr. T, he drops the Imp. Invis, and goes into the astral, and goes through the wall, into the room with the hidden guy. And looks at him FROM the astral, first. To see how wounded he is, is he, like, holding a deadman's switch, stuff like that. He transmits to Mr. T through sense link.

Ranger Terry Hoytz is in a pickle and no mistake. His left arm is hanging useless at his side, half-torn off by what looks like a meat hook wound. His face is pale - he's lost a lot of blood- and his armored jacket has a few holes it in, and one of the plates in his vest is awkwardly bent into his chest. He's unawakened, as far as you can tell, and only mildly cybered up - probably wires, bones, smartlink.

Neglect, seeing no dead man's switch, changes shape into his human form, which looks enough like Mister Terrific to be mistaken for him at a distance. Then he 'manifests' so he can be seen as a ghostly presence in the room, but not touched - he's not becoming solid. "Hey, Terry. You got some friends outside."

Mr.Terrific , meanwhile, knocks out the gang with AKs down on the ground with a Stunball just so they don't interrupt his Very Important Conversation.

Hoytz swivels his manhunter around, bringing the aim right to the snake's head before things really register. "What the hell? How'd you get past the tripwire?" (reposes)

Neglect appears as a ghostly human form now. "I'm a spirit. My boss is downstairs. I floated through the wall to come talk to you. Can't touch you though. I could heal you; but the guy downstairs is much better at it."

"Yeah?" Hoytz asks. It's harder for him to hold his gun steady then it was for him to bring it on point There's a pool of blood under him that can't be good. "What's -he- want?"

Mr.Terrific actually focuses to do this down here; It's from surprise, but they do have a street mage, injured though he is. He could be spell defending. So he's gotta overload them all the way. Yeah, he could have half-assed it, but he got in trouble for doing that just recently. This is not a half-assed day.

Neglect says, "Hm, you look pretty bad. May I heal you? I prefer you stable. I'm coming into the real world; that gun won't hurt me."
Neglect begins the process of coming into the real world. He could be shot a few times while this happens.

Hotz just doesn't have the energy. "I have a docwagon bracelet," he says. "They should be here any minute. I'm not sure… why they're not." He lowers his gun. "Whatever. Do what you need to. I know I don't have the juice to kill a spirit. This ain't the kid's lucky day."

Neglect says, "There's a jammer going on. Your signal isn't getting out."
Neglect, for some reason (perhaps an emotional bleed-over from Mister Terrific, who has sympathy for the fellow,) has taken an interest. Maybe it's his serpentine healing nature that is rarely seen. But he manages a full healing. "I daresay the big guy couldn't do it any better himself," he says both to Terry, and through the mindlink to Mr. T. It does look like the recent upgrade he got from Mr. T did quite well.

Neglect says, "All right. The elf on the rooftop is unconscious and in custody. The gangers downstairs are all asleep. The only danger remaining that we know of is your own traps. If you shoot me I'll drop the spell. So now I gotta ask. Are we safe to go and get outta here with you? The way you're healed, you don't need DocWagon any more.

Hoytz thinks over it. "Not if we go down the back," he says. "This floor's a little shaky, but the fire escape outside once you get to it is pretty solid. Only like a three meter drop at the end. Easy." He looks down at his arm, which he can now operate again, and looks back up. "That's a nice job you did. Impressive. Thank you."

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Ask him what I should do with this elf. »

Neglect asks, "What do you want done with the elf? She was going to kill you with - I'm hearing she had assassination poison capsule rounds."

Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Send a detailed how they fucked up letter to their boss in the Royals? »
Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Critique with areas for improvement. »
Neglect says, "And I can fly you down the drop." He holds the spell and flies the guy down, helping him through the escape, maybe turning him invisible.
Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « We DID leave them alive. Maybe heal them>? »

"Got no idea," Hoytz says. "I caught a glimpse of the gunman when I got up here. Just a flash and then it disappeared. So I slapped a claymore to the base of the door. If she opened it, even if she makes it I'd hear her comin, right? I don't think she was part of the crew downstairs. Somethin in my gut. They had claymores over there! A metric ton of plastique an' some other bombs i don't even recognize. An' I still don't know -who's- behind it."

Neglect says, "Do you want… to try to take in all this gear? Or do you just want to get out with your life and keep safe?"

"I just need to get out. I seen enough. Even put a little trick down there to see where it goes. That's what gams would do -he's the thinker." He stops and looks at Neglect. "Don't tell him I said that. He'll get soft."
Neglect handles the escape with the guy; getting him to a point of safety. Probably turning off his DocWagon bracelet, and getting him to where he can just walk across the Warrens Wall through the checkpoint and show his id.
Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « Now. Do you and I want to see if we can steal all those bombs and stuff?" »
Commlink-Blackjack> Tyto sends, « Is Laz a roided out freak? What bombs and stuff? I'm on the roof debating committing a hate crime and you're telling me we can go shopping? »

Commlink-Fairplay> Mr.Terrific sends, « Terry said there's all kinds of claymores in here, and plastique. That's the shipment that they were on. That's how he set up the tripwires and traps. So NOW is the time for you to go in and check it out. Since there's no guards." »

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