Up from the Bottom, Wipe Those Tears and Pass the Ammo Options

[DireRadiant]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:04:35
Sledge - Ripper
PAN - Hidden

Despite nanite packs, the latest LEO manufactured single purpose chemicals, low grade AI machined structural surfaces the essential function hadn't changed in thousands of years. The waist height slab of extensible plastic, adjustable to most of the metahuman size range, served to keep the body in place where metahumans could perform whatever rituals they chose to perform on the recently departed. All the modern accouterments and accessories only served to make it more efficient and clean, but otherwise the processed was unchanged since the time of the Pharaohs, and who knows how long before that, since there weren't any records from before then... though Sledge had heard some tales from the time of Cara Fahd.

Shoulders shuddering, tears unwiped, the ork woman vomited over the drainage hole in the dissecting table.

The brief moment passed, aching sorrows, past, present, and future, locked away in response to the urgent and ancient need to survive. Sledge went back to work.

Released from the need to keep the metahuman on the dissecting table alive, and with full AR assistance delivering centuries of recent vivisection experience, the process of scanning and analyzing and starting the targeted work went smoothly. It also helped that the situation outside of the room gave Sledge something to think about instead of what her hands were doing.

It looked like there would be plenty of hard work to get through this day.

[Konsaki]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:04:35
Angel – Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Hidden

Caittie just lay there on the table and thought about the past small battle. As the whole situation started to re-enter her mind, the teenaged elf couldnt help but shiver at the images and thoughts as she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. She just stayed that way for a few minutes until she saw the ork woman's message appear in her AR.
Taking a deep breath, the red haired girl slowly unfurled herself as she tried to mentally resolve herself for the walk out to the liberated vehicle. After a few seconds, Angel slowly pushed herself up and turned so she was sitting on the edge of the exam table before she brushed her long hair out of the way. 'I really need to do something with this...', she thought as she let out a soft sigh and reached into one of the pockets of her backpack to pull out a long pink ribbon.
As she gathered her long red hair behind her in a long ponytail, Angel inwardly smiled as this simple act brought some thoughts of the good times she had in her past life, which was only less than a week past... 'No... I have to be strong... Think of something else, girl!', the elf scolded herself as she continued to tie up her hair by wrapping the ribbon around the pony tail several times before tying it in a small bow that hung loose over the tight wrappings.

A few minutes later, Caittie was slowly making her way to the reception room door and had just entered it as she saw Johnson talking to the doctor and the huge troll with glowing green cyber eyes that she had just escaped from earlier this very morning. 'We are here to help him... No matter how much he deserves to... NO... Dont think like that, Caittie. Dad... Dad taught me better than that...', she thought as her eyes locked with him. Caittie unconsiously blocked out her AR glasses from her vision as she just looked through it all into those glowing green eyes. She showed no fear now though as she looked directly into Cerberus' eyes, but Caittie's face was one that a highschool girl would give to another rival across the hall during a staredown.

[BlackHat]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:05:05
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Mr. Johnson nodded at the Doctor, and was about to agree wholeheartedly when he noticed the movement in his AR feed. Fuck. This guy is determined. No little girl is worth this, what else did they do? He pointed upwards and said, instead, "Agreed - but it looks like we've got a lot more company. A lot more. We'll do what we can, but we're obviously at less than 50%."

"If they're willing to talk, I might be able to buy us five minutes, but consider it unlikely."

Turning slightly from the Doctor, starting to move across the room at Cerberus, and speaking out loud to the team-network Johnson says, "Anyone still conscious get ready for action. We've got incoming. Sledge, how is the van looking as an escape route? "

Noticing the limo, he adds, "Angel keep an eye on that limo, if our good friend gets out of there, and the drone has any ammo left - that might be our only hope at ending this thing quickly." He didn't say "kill him", which was what he was thinking, and somehow hoped that the ommision might make the act seem less dispicable to the timid young girl.

Now close enough to Cerberus and Kyle to talk, Johnson adds in a much less forecul tone than before, "Cerberus, remember what I said before about people risking their necks for yours?" Gesturing at Rocky and Fortunato's body, he continues. "Now's your chance to make things even."

Turning to Kyle, "If you want to stay out of mob-buisness, help the Doctor, otherwise, we could use every man we can get."

[adamu]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:05:10

The boss-guy's latest command broke Angel's poison stare at the green-eyed troll, and she quickly made a few simple commands to the drone, focusing it on the limo mostly, and programming it to do a quick 360 once every thirty seconds.

Behind her, she could hear the doctor and his team going into the curtained enclosure that held Fortunato. "Shit, what an overcast," she heard the doc say, but had no idea what he meant.

In front of her, the Johnson guy was talking to Cerberus and Kyle, and she heard the latter say, "I'm with my dog Cerb here - right to the end."

And every time Smith wanted to say anything, the AR feed kept demanding his attention. Now with a good view of the limo, he saw through the magnified lens that a big man in a dark suit had gotten out of the front of the big Mitsubishi Nightsky and was opening a rear door on Smith's blindside. Meanwhile, two men had emerged from the lead SUV, also in dark suits. One was older with a fiery-red buzz cut and walked with a limp - a big guy with a big shotgun. The other was medium build and younger, with long, slicked-back black hair. They proceeded into the space between the two vehicles, the bigger guy hanging back and the younger wiseguy stepping forward to half-embrace the woman that had just emerged from the limo and stood, giving the team in the clinic a view of her back. Then she turned - giving everyone a look at her face - and gestured for the younger man to join her in her car.

[pragma]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 8:05:32
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

Blood and Spittle leaked out of Fortunato's mouth as his heart and lungs started violently trying to make up for lost time. His eyes snapped open and a blurry world swam above his aching head. An unfamiliar face floated into his swimming line of sight, head cocked to the side. Similarly a hand was pulling a biomonitor off of his mana-mangled arm.

The fight came back to him and internal fluids sprayed from his mouth as he bolted upright in spite of the pain and yelled

"Birnhauser!"

The doctor was not taken aback. Stepping back from the table he replied, "You're back in the land of the living. You have five minutes to leave my clinic, your team and especially you have been more than enough trouble for one day."

The slight fell on deaf ears. Fortunato shakily took his feet and continued, "The bald mage. Burnshouses. Where is he. I need to ..."

The doctor interrupted. "His brain is currently leaking into my reception area. Now deal with your team and go."

Fortunato breathed heavily out of his nose as his fists clenched and he pushed through the plastic curtain into the main room of the clinic. Tears were welling up in his eyes and mixing with the blood and grime still spattered on his face.

You blew your opportunity. Birnhauser was here and you fucked it up. Think, you godforsaken desk jockey. His fingers cut into his palms as he stood shivering with rage. You can't break anything here. Hold yourself together, this isn't the place to fly off the handle. His breathing slowed and a small smile spread across his face. His commlink.

And with that the tunnel vision ceased and Fortunato fell off the adrenaline rush and into his broken, aching body. Almost instinctively he dropped to his knees and poured healing energy into himself. Not bothering with chakras, mantras or any other trappings he simply let the mana flow through his broken body. It was exhasting, but purifying. His wounds closed, his vision cleared and sweat poured down his body with the effort of focus.

He wiped his face with his bloodied and destroyed shirt then looked for teammates, ignoring the blinking camera feed icon as he searched. Seeing Johnson directing traffic in the reception area. Fortunato walked to him and asked, "Who's hurt? And did Caittie pull through?" Gathering his scattered thoughts and slowing down he asked, "What needs to get done?"

Even as he asked his questions his eyes settled on the mash of brains on the floor and the trail of blood leaving the room. The body had been taken. If the commlink was gone, there was going to be hell to pay.

[Abbandon]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:00
Cerberus - Street Samurai
PAN - off

Smith just stood there staring, concentrating on his AR vision so Cerberus spoke up. "Rocky has been down for as long as you have", pointing over to his body which was still against the wall of the reception room. "And then if you can I need healed pretty badly myself. Smith says your name is Fortunato? Thanks for coming to my rescue, I owe you one. Here you loo like you could use these.."

Cerberus reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out three R3 Stim patches he lifted from the mages body and hands them to the man.

"I think we have more incoming hostiles but im not hooked into the network yet so im only catching bits and pieces."

[BlackHat]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:05
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Johnson nodded, remembering Cerberus's earlier question, and quite pleased that the troll was playing nice. When he spoke, his words went out to the whole team, as well as being said aloud. "We'll get you hooked in as soon as Angel clears it for safe-use." He then turns to Fortunato, "As for the incoming, I recognise the lady. She works for the Bigio family - probably here concearning the good Doctor's protection payments, and this little incident." He turned to see if the Doctor overheard him and had anything to add about it, but saw he was busy helping pull Rocky onto the table. If he heard or understood Johnson he didn't elaborate immediately. "It seems less likely that all of those guys are here for us, but don't let your guard's down just yet. Continue to prepare to evacuate, as soon as everyone is up."

[BlackHat]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:35
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Gesturing in the direction of the tied up hostages, Johnson says to the team that is standing around him. "I think I'll have a talk with our guests, and see if they have any information they can give us." Nodding at Cerberus and the armful of armored jackets, computer equipment, and other junk he had confiscated, Johnson asks, "Cerberus, would you mind loading everything into the van? Angel can unlock it." Turning to Fortunato he looks the elf over quickly and says, "You might wanna go lay down." Seeing the ferocity in the man's eyes, he wasn't sure if Fortunato was even listening, but he didn't seem to be standing up by much, and as soon as the conversation outside ceased, the team might need magical backup again.

As Mr. Johnson walks over to the recovery room, where the elf and crew-cut human were being held, he speaks on the team-network again, "Sledge, plan to move out in 4 minutes." He wasn't entirely sure where she had slipped off to after working on the van. She wasn't hovering around the loot, the wounded, or the team, but Johnson felt fairly confident that she wasn't idly wasting time. That wasn't her style at all.

Arriving near the hostages, he set his briefcases down on a nearby piece of medical equipment and looked them over. The human seemed to be moving, but he wasn't so sure about the elf. Calmly, he turned to them and asked, "Okay, I don't have a lot of time, so which one of you would like to live."

[DireRadiant]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:05
Sledge - Ripper
PAN - Hidden

Hands rinsed in blood and other fluids went unnoticed as the ork woman cycled through all of the tasks that all needed to be done right now. Or sooner. Idly she noted her agent had updated the status on Fortunato, so it was time to send a reminder, and do a quick review.

<<@team(audio/text/visual)::Van's ready, load up. <local route maps> If the trog is in, assault rifle in van if he needs it.

Angel can you add all those nice new shiny black sporties to our tracking?

<local route maps> - when selected blows up to a crude highlight of several routes out of area. Though each generally goes by an effective choke point of the previously identified vehicles.

An ARO countdown clock appears and cycles down.

Outside the van, in response to Sledge's commands, slides open doors in preperation, and engine idles slightly higher.

Her hands slows donw a bit as she splits her attention between the AR vivisection instructions and the various feeds from the van, drone and her bikes sensors.

[Abbandon]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:41
Cerberus - Street Samurai
PAN - off

Reaching out with an arm the size of a normal mans leg Cerberus scooped up the armored jackets he had stripped from his would be assassins and proceeded to the van. The act of scooping up the jackets cause pain to flair around the bullethole in that arm but he grimaced and soldiered thrugh it. As he walked out of the clinic he felt extremely vulnerable, looking down the street to the west he could make out the mob guys very clearly only 5 blocks down but they were stopped. Not stopping he continued to the back of the van and looked around on the inside. Electronic stuff was all over the place and he didnt understand what any of it was for.

He placed the jackets down where he thought they would be out of he way an placed two of the guns he had found on the coat keeping the one gun tucked in his belt seeing how it was compatable with his cyber, and something was better than nothing. What he wouldnt give for some kind of machine gun right now. His thoughts drifted to the battle he had just been in and the drone firing into reception. It had almost the same sound as the Ingram White Knight machine gun he had to toss back at his apartment.

Cerberus climbed back out of the van and went back into the clinic to see how else he could help. Just make it through today and maybe things will get better. It looked like the doc was finishing up on Rocky so he figured he might as well be there when he woke up. Even if, atleast to Cerberus, he had flaked out a little when they were working for Loui he still came here to help out. Maybe I should give him another chance.

[pragma]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 8:06:40
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

Slightly startled by the large, green-eyed troll, Fortunato only manges to get out a quick "thanks" as he takes the patches and the troll walks away.

At the mention of prisoners Fortunato grins wryly at Johnson.

"I know a thing or two about interrogation and have a few spells that can help out, but you can lead the way if you'd like. If you're having any trouble, call me over. I'll be playing doctor in the meantime."

He finally payed attention to the array of icons dancing across his field of vision and then brought up his virtual keyboard:

<<@Team: I need to know who is injured, how badly and who's had first aid in order to maximize my effectiveness as a band-aid. I know Cerberus needs some healing, but he's got a big hole and I'm a little gassed right now. Unless it becomes an emergency I'd rather leave you for after a nap. Are there any smaller injuries I can patch up?>>

He added:

<<@Johnson: Do you know where Birnhauser's, the bald mage's, commlink is. He and I have some personal business to settle and that comm is the key to settling it.>>

[BlackHat]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:43
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Johnson typed back a response. <<@Fortunato:: Yeah, Cerberus started looting bodies, already. Not sure if he's planning on sharing - but he's going to. If he gives you any trouble, let me know.>>

[pragma]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 8:06:47
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

Convinced that the comm was in large and secure hands, Fortunato sauntered over to the interrogation in progress as he waited for medical information to stream in.

[Konsaki]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:45
Angel – Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Hidden

The teenaged elf couldn't help but hold her breath for a second as she looked over the footage of the slick haired man. She couldn't recognize any of the other people in black, but him, just him was enough for her to sweat a bit. Visions of smoking guns, echoing phrases and a dead elven woman raced through Caittie's mind as the past week's 'adventure' came to the forefront.
She was glad to be shaken out of it by Johnson's voice talking about Angel working on the troll's commlink. The ponytailed young woman let out a small grin as she focused her eyes back on the two humans and the hulking troll. "I can work it, but the 'Muscle-Head' needs to turn it on before I can do anything.", she replied to Johnson in a derisive tone when mentioning Cerberus.
After she saw the troll give her a hard stare, the giant man pressed a few buttons on the box hanging off his belt. With that done, it took almost no time for Caittie to log into his commlink and 'fix' everything. She even added him to the network without any asking, but she wanted to do so much more. Logic won over emotions at this point though, so she left his commlink alone except for making it work again.
<<@Team :: 'Muscle-Head' is now online.>>, she had his commlink send out to the team as sorta an introduction. She grinned again for a second, though it faded quickly as she looked over to Johnson and started talking over the net as the troll started to move the looted gear outside.
Caittie waited for the air waves to quiet down some before she spoke up next."Johnson, I think we have a problem! That slick haired guy that went into the limo with the woman works for Louie! His name is Angelo and can order Louie's men around, so he seems important enough...", Angel said outloud, both over the physical plane and digital to the team. Her face showed the look of concern and apprehension to his plan that the people in black may want to talk.

[DireRadiant]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:50
Sledge - Ripper
PAN - Hidden

<<@Angel:: If you can spare some time, can you dig out the control interface for the van's custom defenses? External shock grid. There may be some other items I didn't find, be useful when I run us out of here.>>

<<@team:: If you can ride a hog, or are a demolition derby driver, speak up, cause we got some driving coming up. I can manage all the wheels, but it'd be nice for me to know who can be my co pilot when the Pork Chop Express and the Love Machine rolls out of here.>>

[BlackHat]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:06:53
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

As neither man responds to his query, Johnson shrugged at Fortuanto jsut before Sledge's message came in. Responding out loud, he said, "I've done a bit of motorcycle racing - so if we're short on drivers, I can help. I wouldn't mind getting behind the wheel of either vehicle, actually. Whoever drives the bike would be exposed, but would be harder to chase down. The van is armed and armored, but makes a more obvious target." As he spoke, he moved around looking for more stimulants or a medkit, or anything he could use to wake these people up fast. "These guys are in no shape to talk - can you give me a hand waking them up?" Mr. Johnson was implying that Fortunato might have some magical solution, but would be just as happy with a mundane one at this point.

[Abbandon]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:07:00
Cerberus - Street Samurai
PAN - Hidden (cybereyes, earbuds)

Sledge: <<@team:: If you can ride a hog, or are a demolition derby driver, speak up, cause we got some driving coming up. I can manage all the wheels, but it'd be nice for me to know who can be my co pilot when the Pork Chop Express and the Love Machine rolls out of here.>>

Cerberus was startled out of his thoughts by the sudden communication. Taking the earbuds and subvocal mic out of his pockets that he had found earlier he equipped them. Wearing the earplugs was not hard at all since his cybernetic ears could barely feel them. The subvocal mic was on a strip of cloth which tightened and fastened with velcro. Unsubbing his cyberears and subscribbing the earbuds and mic was relatively easy. Reaching up to his neck and activating the mic he tried to reply.

<<@team:: This is Cerberus. I own a bike and have been cleared to drive other ground vehicles. Im only a little bit above average though. Just let me know if you need me to drive anything, although obviously I will have trouble if the controls are for norms. >>

[JDragon]

Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:07:30
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

"There - you should be able to walk. You've got three minutes to be out of my clinic."

At first Rocky wasn't sure if he was still dreaming or what as he slowly opened his eyes and looked to his side, just catching the back of the doctor as he walked out of the inclosed area.

He took a few seconds to try and mentally catch himself up and do a quick check to make sure everything was working correctly before he tried any major movements. Feeling a few aches and painful spots, he knew he would live and could still move.

Sitting up he looked around and tried to get his bearings, he could hear noise coming from beyond the curtains and hoped everyone had survived the fight. The fact he woke at least meant his team had won. He moved slowly still trying to get things moving correctly after having been knocked out, even in his years of boxing that had only happened a couple times and at least then he knew it was coming, the guy hadn't even really touched him.

He steped out of the treatment area and looked around, seeing the door to the reception area he headed that way, since he wasn't apparently welcome any longer. As he went he pulled his earbuds back out and found his glasses that someone been kind enough to shove in his coat pocket. Once he got those on he checked in and looked over the AR feed that was being piped in.

<<@team:: Hoi chummers, sleeping beauty is back. Anything I can do to help? Those Louie's guys in the SUV's? >>

[pragma]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 8:06:57
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

In response to Johnson's request, Fortunato kneeled next to the moaning Street Sam. He placed a hand on either side of the man's head and curled them painfully into their traditional positions. They felt alien to his mana burned fingers. A moment of focus later and energy poured through the man's head giving Fortunato a glimpse of the the thoughts running just under his crew cut skull.

Unfortunately, all the thoughts seemed to have been beaten out of the man's head.

Standing up he said, "I've got these stim patches that the big guy, Cerberus, handed to me. They'll probably do the trick. We want him really tied up before we apply anything though. For the record, I can hear his surface thoughts right now -- when we wake him up you start asking questions and I'll transcribe anything useful. I'll jump in if need be."

Fortunato proffered the patch and, after a brief search, used a nearby tourniquet to bind the man's hands to a hefty piece of the security station. Slipping his hand into the coat pocket containing his taser he said:

"Waiting on you, Mr. J"

[Abbandon]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:08:00
Cerberus - Street Samurai
PAN - Hidden (cybereyes, earbuds)

Still standing next to Rocky he figured he might as well fill him in since everyone else was so busy. "So you came to save my butt huh?? Thanks, I guess I owe you one. Johnson and Fortunato have gone off to interrogate our prisoners. Sledge took the elevator up stairs with some corpses and I havent seen her since. Angel is busy doing alot of things like unlocking the van outside for us to use and adding me into the network and who knows what else. Some of those SUV's are Loui's men more specifically that jerk off Angelo, but apparently there is this other mob faction out there and this is there turf and its giving us a small window of opportunity to get out. And of course you know the Doc wants us out ASAP."

"We are getting ready to roll out in the van at any second so get ready. Oh by the way.." Cerberus points to a surgical tray filled with various tools and a ares predator pistol laying on top. "We found that gun under you when we hauled your butt out of reception is it yours? If you need any help I will be right back but i have to go talk to the doctor."

Cerberus quickly catches up to the Doc who was busy assessing the damage that had been done to his clinic. "Dr. Cline? I'd like to apologize for the trouble I have caused you and your staff. I didnt know this was going to happen. You have saved my life more than once now and I am in your debt and im not kidding around. If i make it through this current situation I will do my best to pay you back and also any favors you may need. I found this gun on that elf Krys? He was an employee of yours wasnt he? I took it to help fight off those attackers but now that the threat has been removed it wouldnt be right to keep it as it belongs to you so I will leave it here before we leave which should be shortly. Anyways like I said im really sorry this happened and thank you for saving my life a second time."

After listening to the doctors reply, Cerberus returns to the surgery room where Rocky was ready to help him get to the van if needed.

[BlackHat]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:07:00
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

After Fortunato further secured the man, Mr. Johnson applied a stim-patch to his head. He had never really used a stim-patch before - there were cheaper and safer drugs to use when one needed to concentrate, wake up, or keep going for an assignment - but he was fairly certain that these things were dangerous. They'd do their job for a little while (hopefully long enough for him to get whatever information he could), but then they made you crash, hard - sort of like the energy-drink he had earlier this morning, but a lot worse.

As the DMSO-soaked bandage did it's job, Johnson walked back towards his briefcases, and out of the man's reach, and waited for him to becoem aware of his situation.

[adamu]

Clinic Interior
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:08:00

The doctor looked up at Cerberus and let out a tired sigh. "No, this is not your fault, and I don't hold it against you or Kyle. I don't think he was aware of the situation when he brought you here, and you were unconscious. Anyway, it's the risk a place like this takes. But I still need you and your people out of here ASAP, and we can iron out details later - although that kid giving all the orders already paid your tab. Call me again when things cool down - and best YOU call me, and not any of these others."

After listening to the doctors reply, Cerberus returned to the surgery room where Rocky was ready to help him get to the van if needed.

[Konsaki]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:08:00
Angel – Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Hidden

After saying her warning, the teenaged elf saw everyone continue to move around like it was no big deal which made her think that they knew something she didn't. Shrugging a bit, Caittie made her way outside towards the van. As she stepped outside, the girl turned her green eyes skyward to look at the drone which lay at her beck and call. She could only see a small object high in the sky, which she magnified using her glasses. Taking a good look at the drone, she blanched a bit as looking at the huge weapon attached to it and the pure act of looking upward for that long messed with her swimming head, making her dizzy.
Caittie quickly turned her gaze back towards the van before she fell over and continued walking slowly. Making her way to the back door, she mentally commanded it to open and stepped inside as she saw Sledge's message about a van defense printout. Taking a seat on the bench just inside the door and commanding the door to close, she replied to the message, <<@Sledge :: "I've been trying to get that readout for a bit now, but there's a weird subroutine that's delaying it. I dont think it's anything harmful though, I just cant fully determine it's function...">>

After replying, the red ponytailed girl started looking around the inside of the van. Everything seemed like a standard work van except for the special weapon rack and bins that had stacked gear in them. Looking into one of the bins, she saw a couple of jackets that were of plain coal grey color. Pulling the top one out of the bin, she looked at it and she felt a few spots that were thicker than the rest and quickly figured out, based off the other gear in the van, that it must be armored.
Thinking about the situation they were just in and what lay out there on the streets, Caittie put the jacket on and immediatly felt the weight of the jacket. The small elven teenager was also swimming in the jacket. Looking at the lable on the inside, she sighed as she saw it was made for a large man to wear, but just sat there on the bench, leaning back against a closed compartment. 'I guess I just have to wait this out until the rest of them come out here...', she thought as she closed her eyes.

[DireRadiant]

Black Clinic, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:08
Sledge - Ripper
PAN - Hidden

<<@Sledge :: "I've been trying to get that readout for a bit now, but there's a weird subroutine that's delaying it. I dont think it's anything harmful though, I just cant fully determine it's function...">>

<<@Angel:: Deal with it later then, be nice if we could get an audio feed from the conversation out there in black gas guzzler land, give us a heads up on what vut we can expect next.>>

[JDragon]

Clinic, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 08:08:15
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

"Glad to see your still in one piece, your welcome for the back up. Figure I owe'd you one since I started all this shit for us. Thanks for the update."

As Cerberus walks away to continue what he was working on Rocky looks around to see if there is anything he can help with. Everyone seemed to have what they were doing undercontrol so he moved to the front door to keep an extra set of eyes on what ever may be going down outside.