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Post by knightcdl on Feb 1, 2010 1:20:38 GMT -5
The truck rumbles through the dark slum neighborhood. Sirens echo through the streets as the Zone Defense Force looks for you and ambulance and fire trucks respond to the explosions. Finally after a night from hell the burned out warehouse Maddox mentioned comes into view. Thorpen and Maddox have to clear the debries in front of its loading door to fite the steaming truck inside.
T'lera stumbles out of the truck and drags herself to a ratty beat up couch. While she didnt participate in the fighting she informs you she disabled almost 200 RFID tags and once you got into the city she was hastily killing surveilance in large block radias' and covering your electronic tracks. She is asleep before the rats finish escaping the couch.
The news is ablaze with reports. Security cameras at the checkpoint were not scrambled in time. Optics from several gaurds also saw the van and car. Decent images of Thorpen, Maddox, and Araxie flood the matrix. While not perfectly clear they are less than discrete.
You decide it might be best to hang in this warehouse for now. Knight Errant is vowing to work with the ZDF in apprehending these murdering criminals. A task force is being formed to handle it.
Its gonna be a long week.
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Post by knightcdl on Feb 1, 2010 1:29:22 GMT -5
Body Bill for the evening:
4 dead warehouse gaurds. 2 injured. 1 dead ZDF cop. 7 Injured. 6 dead Knight Errant cops. 6 Injured. Unknown civilian casualties.
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Post by Starmage21 on Feb 1, 2010 13:50:49 GMT -5
- Holy shit. This is a right mess. If we werent on the radar as a team before, we're probobly going to be on everyone's radar now.
- Dont forget that in less than 12 hours, Fjordsson's woman is going to wake up. We need to be on her tail when she does. Else we cut ourselves out of another paycheck.
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Post by knightcdl on Feb 1, 2010 14:18:25 GMT -5
The flybot ontinues to monitor the woman's "corpse". It constanly updates Araxie. Thus far the body has remained undisturbed. Even the rats have taken to avoiding that dumpster.
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Post by Starmage21 on Feb 3, 2010 19:52:18 GMT -5
- Then our next move should be to call Mr Johnson. Get his input on the way things are going.
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Post by therealbuddha on Feb 4, 2010 20:36:20 GMT -5
Maddox makes a few calls out to his own contacts and pops a few painkillers to care for his gunshot wound while he thinks of their next move. He takes off enough of his riot armor to get to the wound as well as getting out of his helmet. He curses as he looks at the wound; which is nothing serious enough to injure him but annoying enough he wishes he had some weed. He turns to Typhoid. "I don't think we got too much to worry bout yet homey. But we do gotta lay low a bit. And you right, we need to call the Johnson and get his input. Hell if he as bad as he seems, maybe his protection till the heat clears. My guess is dude's got connections and cash."
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Post by Starmage21 on Feb 4, 2010 22:07:03 GMT -5
- I wouldnt count on it friend. Dude hired us to do illegal stuff for money and the only thing he had a problem with was the killing and damaging the heavy equipment. He's not gonna help us no way no how. As it stands the DBs are going to cut our pay by the third he promised us initially.
...You might wanna consider letting the auto-doc take care of that wound. Or let Thorpen take care of it, he seems proficient enough. Probobly from fixing so many of his own wounds!
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Post by araxie on Feb 5, 2010 13:18:56 GMT -5
Araxie comes up to Maddox and starts looking at the wound. At first she is silent, probably because she is still depressed about her car. After looking at it for a few minutes she goes to get one of her bags she got out of her trunk then sits down beside him, takes out a pair of tweesers and says "Sorry." before pulling the bullet out and holds a cloth to the wound. "Keep pressure on it. If it starts bleeding bad wake me up. I'm going to go pass out in a corner or something for a bit."
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Post by therealbuddha on Feb 5, 2010 13:25:45 GMT -5
"Thanks girl." Maddox tells Araxie as he sits up and stretches. He then turns to Typhoid again. "You probably right bout the Johnson and yeah we got a few more dead bodies than we needed. So first thing we gotta do is contact him and get his input."
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Post by knightcdl on Feb 6, 2010 23:46:20 GMT -5
The morning comes bringing a new day and new information. As Neith is passing out food, trying to make herself useful after missing last night, the news feed stream with more information.
The civilian car was a just a wage slave on his way home. No huge loss to the world. The images of Maddox, Araxie, and Thorpen have gotten a little better. Maddox and Thorpen are granted alot of anonymety by there riot armor, and of Araxie they mostly see her long raven hair. Neith has also brough a bag of Dye and curlers.
Of more interest is the irate and distraught Fjordson. T'lera reports he has been making comm calls since he got home last night. And more than a few have been to a known member of one of the Mafias. He is calling in alot of favors. The calls quickly move to private channels. T'lera broke through one and found the mafia is askign around about the wife and the rewards are... substantial... for the names of who took her. But after the truck hijacking there have been other hackers monitoring the private calls and T'lera was not sure if it was worth the risk to try em out.
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Post by therealbuddha on Feb 7, 2010 12:16:38 GMT -5
"I say it aint worth the risk to hack further if there are already a shit ton of other hackers checkin' the shit. Let's just call the Johnson before our next move and go from there." Maddox says as he looks in a mirror. "Y'all think I should chop off the dreads?"
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Post by Starmage21 on Feb 7, 2010 17:30:27 GMT -5
"Take it down to the skin! Smooth like this!" *removes had and strokes bald head*
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