IC: Bleeding Edge Options

[Grey]

Ricks eyes flutter open and he stands up. "Alright, they're all still in there and it looks like the Mage may still be out of it. I'm gunna sneak in while invisible and start a ruckus. I'll send a spirit out to report when you guys should rush in, or perhaps when I'll be sending them all out. We'll see. Its time for me to earn my colors."

At that, Ricks fades from view as he casts Improved Invisibility. He the heads accross the street, getting a look at the best way to get inside and as he does so, calls a small Watcher to his side.

[kevyn668]

Sue watshes Ricks vanish from sight, " I guess that ends the plan debate."

[Fresno Bob]

"Quite.", Nick says, flicking the smoldering remains of his cigarette away from him.

"You know...I'm supposed to call my Parole Officer today.", he says, reaching for his cellphone, but stopping. "Aw, fuck that idiot. He doesn't know I moved. He'll probably get someone to kick down the Wild Riders door, and hey, maybe Lone Star will kick them out for us."

[gobogen]

"Oh, you're on parole. What had they caught you for, Nick? You can tell us." Reptile's voice has an understanding tone at this moment. You now realize that he has a few wrinkles on his greyish green face and that even though he couldn't be Nick's father, he's older than what you might have thought at first.

[Large Mike]

The inside of the building is simple. Immediatly in the door, there's what used to be a main reception area. For some reason, there's also a kitchenette on the left hand wall. There's a big window showing the outside on the front. At the back of what was once the reception area is a short hallway, with two doors on the right side, leading to a bathroom and smaller office, and a door at the back that leads to the office of the guy that was obvious in charge. There are cots and mattresses scattered about haphazardly, including one in the hallway, and many of them are filled with snoring gangers. Each and every one of them has the characteristic eyes of someone on meth.

The few that are awake are either gathered around the kitchenette, where someone is making soybacon and soyeggs, or watching the small TV propped up on a milk-crate in the corner.

[Large Mike]

The main floor has at least a dozen squatters gathered in clumps of three and four over fire-barrels or crashed out on couches. With the sudden kicking in of the door, and a crazy-look hombre looking like he was here to kick ass and take names, they all turned and stared, waiting for the shit to hit the fan, and hoping it didn't.

[Fresno Bob]

"Heh, I kind of like telling this story anyway. When I was about 19 or 20, I got in...probably a fight every day, and a large rumble at least once a week. Anyway, Lone Star showed up at one of these fights, and we all scattered. Of course, I had been smashed in the kneecap, so I couldn't run. Lone Star nabbed me, and I ended up spending 6 months in Prison. Could have been worse. Could've been persistantly gangraped by Orks in the shower, like my cellmate so often got. Poor guy hates hygeine now. Haven't talked to him in a couple years, though.", Nick says.

[gobogen]

"It can always be worst, as far as I know. I remember the time I spent in prison myself just as if it was yesterday. I spent a year and a half in prison for dealing BTLs in Bellevue, more then ten years ago. I got parole for good conduct just like you probably did. I didn't hate the life in prison since I was able to defend myself, and no, I never gangbraped humans in the shower, although I've seen it happen too. I'm glad all of this is behind me now and I can tell you that you need be careful with handling the parole officers, they're the key of getting the fucking Lone Star to leave you alone once and for all.", Reptile says.

[Fresno Bob]

"I didn't mean to imply anything by the gangraping. Just saying I saw it happen, and almost to me a couple times. One actually got it one time, to my dismay. Had to sleep on my stomach for a week. So you think I should call my PO?", Nick says.

[Grey]

Ricks watches the group through the window and tries to find one that looks to be of week mind. That one there watching the trid. Ma always said that shit rots the brain.

The spell comes together easily for him, as he sends out his dominant will at the poor guy.

[gobogen]

"I'm really sorry for you man," says Reptile, not even finding that funny, "but I tend to be a little bit jumpy when people point to orks saying they are responsible for the worst shit that happens. Anyways, you should try to call your PO soon to get an appointment with him, if it's time. He won't like looking for you all over the place, y'know."

[Large Mike]

The ganger stretched out on the couch, the one with the mohawk with feathers tied in in that psudo-tribal style, stands up and stretches. He lets out a huge yawn, pulls a cigarette out of the pocket of his vest, scratches his chest, and begins to light the smoke as he walks outside.

Ricks, as stealthily as a ghost in disneyland, steps inside. The ganger paces back and forth a little bit, and has most of his smoke, and then butts it out on the bottom of his boot and walks back inside.

[Fresno Bob]

"Yeah, I guess I'll call him after this business. Now we just sit and wait for Rick's report.", Nick says, leaning back against the building he's sitting infront of.

[Grey]

Once inside, Ricks releases the fool whose mind he had dominated. Picking his way through the room, he makes his way into the bathroom, where he spots the ‘mage’. His eyes are rolled back as he sits on the toilet with a needle sticking out of his arm.

Can’t be too careful, Ricks thinks to himself as he summons up a bit of mana to put the guy to sleep.

With that taken care of, he releases the flow of mana around him that hid him from everyone’s view and in the next instant summons forth a Hearth Spirit. The lights in the bathroom flicker and in the blink of an eye, a worn out looking junky stands before him.

“Quick, hide me from everyone.”

The spirit gets a sloppy grin on its face the Conceal takes effect. Able to concentrate more after having dropped the Invisibility spell, Ricks moves back into the main room. He peeks in on the two other rooms as quietly as he can, but can’t quite figure out who the leader is. Back in the main room, someone turned on a radio and people started to wake up. That’s when Ricks got an idea…

Throwing the spell at the same fool he had earlier bent to his will, Ricks commands him to stand up and dance around to the music. He can’t help but laugh at the comical sight and neither can the others in the room. Now, go give a high-five to your leader…

The bald guy laughs at the idiot as he gives him a high-five, “Jimmy, you fraggin’ moron, how much juice did you take!?”

Ricks smiles, Thanks again… he thinks as he releases the spell. Calling the Watcher spirit to his side, he gives it a message to deliver, then moves into the corner of the room and hides as best he can. As he Watcher whizzes away, Ricks calls on the Hearth Spirit to Confuse the gang leader and begins throwing Stunbolts around the room as fast as he can!

Outside…

A small city bum materializes in front of Nick, “Hey mister! I got a message fer ya! Ricks told me to tells ya that the gang leader is the guy with the bald head and for you guys to get your asses in there, the shit is gunna hit the fan!”

[last_of_the_grea...]

[kevyn668]

Sue pulls the boomstick with his left hand and thumbs off the safety. He looks at Nick, "Lets Roll." He gives Nick a crooked smile and taps his own forhead with shotgun in salute.

[Large Mike]

The squatters seem confused for a moment. What? What's going on? And then it dawns on them. Kick us out? Kick us out!

Fuck. That.

The simmering fury rises in one of them. Then two. Then three. Then, every one of them with the mind to do so is standing defiant. One of them speaks up.

"You motherfucking sons-a-bitches think you own the whole fucking world!?!" The sound escaping from the lungs of what was once a well-built young man, now a bit malnourished, are an absolute scream. "Just 'cause you got some colors and a room on the second goddam floor you think you're the cock o' the fucking walk!?! How about *you* get the fuck out of *my* building, huh!?!" His eyes are practically boiling with fury now. His every muscle, fibre, nerve and sinew are vibrating, waiting to be released into action. There are at least a dozen very nearly as angry as he is.

"GET OUT!!!"

[Fresno Bob]

Nick chambers a round into his M-23.

"Alright, Rock and Roll!", he says, heading to the door. Once everyone's there, he nods to Blitz.

"'Ere, mate. why don't you 'announce our arrival'", he says, grinning and cocking his head to the door.

"And remember the entry plan."

[Digital Heroin]

Blitz simply nods, a feral smile crossing his visage. This is him in his purest element. Protector he may be, but he was predetor first. He raps his chain curled hand into the car door once, then steps up to the door of the building, hauling back, he rails a fist the size of J Lo's ass at the door, fully intent on smashing it to pieces. Whatever happens to the door, he's plowing in, letting out a warcry as he does.

Forget silent but deadly, this Trog's lethal and loud.

[JongWK]

"Good, fresh meat..."

Painkiller's words sound quite ominous as he readies his weapon. Strange enough for a ganger, it's a Defiance Super Shock.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey calmly lifts the Ingram Smartgun, pointing it at the ringleader. His training kicks in and he squeezes the trigger twice, releasing two sets of 3 bullets at the fellow who was only standing up for himself and his home. Recoil was a bugger, but he could handle it. Why did Renraku idiots always do things the hard way. Well, after this moron was dead, there'd be no more of that!

"Anyone else have a problem with my declaration?"

[Large Mike]

When you burst into the building, four of the gangers are already down, knocked out by (you presume) Ricks, although you can't see him anywhere. Everyone starts kicking all the right heads and shouting all the right insults, and everything is going smoothly. It's like knocking over bowling pins.

Then someone comes up with a 7-10 split.

A giant explosion rocks your eardrums and the room. From the hall, one of the younger gangers has the biggest shotgun anyone has ever seen. Whatever it was, it was huge before it was troll-modified. Now, it's an absolute behemoth.

THe shot sends everyone to the ground instinctually. Some, in the confusion, you're not sure who, caps the kid right over the left breast of his synthleather jacket. The kid grunts and falls to the floor, in the process, letting out another of the giant blasts. Judging by the very lound and very ragged breathing, the kid is still alive.

Also, juding by the racket and the screaming from the various rooms behind the kid, someone has broken out a window, and they're evacuating. You scramble to your feet and rush past to try and bust a few more skulls, if possible.

You're too late, crowded into the hallway with the rest of the gangers. And then, two sharp crack sounds emanate from the slumped psuedo-corpse of the kid. By reaction, Reptile turns and shoots him in the head.

And then it starts. The screaming starts. Nick has been hit directly in the kneecap He jeans are soaked with blood and he's writing on the floor. There's something else wrong, too. One of the bodies on the floor is wearing grey and red.

Kake is missing the entire right side of his head.

[Large Mike]

All the squatters are quite stunned as they're catalyst to riot is eliminated. Almost to a man, they raised their hands, dropping any makeshift weapons they have picked up. Three of them even slowly back their way onto the side wall, obviously wanting to be considered for membership.

Then Painkiller drops to his knees, something having landed on his back. Instinctivly, Mickey fires of a burst into the offending squatters head, the last two bullets passing through and ricoheting on the floor, very nearly hitting Bruised, who yelps. But not before the offending squatter had taken out a significant chunk of the flesh on Painkiller's shoulder with the only weapon avalible to him, his teeth.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey swivelled his arm back to the rest of the "Renraku scum" and fought the instinct to pull the trigger. It would be so easy...one squeeze and he could kill them all! All of them! So many dead corporate weasels...

He recovered himself in time and flicked on the safety, just in case he lost it. His face went from primal rage to cool and semi vacant.

"My name is Mickey! The Bleeding Edge now owns this building. I'm in charge here. Anyone not up against the Applicant Wall will be shot unless they are moving steadily toward the exit. This is not negotiable. Begin mass exodus!"

He gives Painkiller a quick look to make sure he's allright, then turns to Yellow. "Give the applicants a pat down. A thorough one. Remove any weapons from their posession. If they make the grade the weapons will be returned to them"

He starts to think about Nick's team. They should be in the erea by now. That phone call should be happening soon. Then he remembers the exodus and the applicants. Got to stay focused!

[Large Mike]

Except for three up against the Applicant wall, the squatters take mere seconds to grab their possesions and file out the door, each shooting Mickey and his crew a dirty look on the way out. Men, women, little kids kicked out of the one place they had found to keep them warm, dry, and mostly safe.