2072: Game World, IC thread for 2072: Recruitment always open! Options

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:15:33; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett

Mordred gives a deep, world weary sigh. Well, I was planning on leaving the country after this job, anyway. The adept gathers his clothes into an untidy bundle and stuffs them into his duffle bag. Then he waves at the gunman who still has not emerged from the church. "Come on, that's our cue to leave. Git to da choppa!" Taking one last glance around to make sure all of the parking lot was clear of enemies, Mordred got in the car.

[Aria]

@E:PL/Chi Town / All
[July 8th, 2072, 10:27 AM; Fawkes’ Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

As you are settling down into what presumes to be comfy seats (they might have been once but are now so threadbare and with broken springs in unfortunate places that they can't claim to be any longer) the door is flung open by the application of a large combat boot and a fragging ugly troll enters the room...he takes in the room with the briefest of glances and seems to determine his fellow troll is the biggest threat, addressing the rising Copperhead directly

"You're not fragging Fawkes, sidown princess..." and punctuates this pithy observation by trying to fire almost point blank into Copperhead's chest with an almost equally ugly sawn off shotgun...you get the briefest of moments to thank Snake's sibilant hiss that warned you of this encounter and the chance to react to it now before the shit really hits the fan

[Aria]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:16:21; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]

As the coppers retreat back across the road, masked by the swirling fumes, you dimly hear the rumble of a heavy engine. This is almost immediatly drowned out by the throaty rattle of the limo as Charlie desperatly tries to get it going. For a heart stopping moment it seems like your transport is dead and then the engine catches and Charlie frantically waves back at Gemeaux and the unconcious Mr Hill to hurry their arses

"We haven't got long before this place is swarming with the fuz...we gotta go now and ditch this heap as soon as we're clear, it's too easy a target. Fuck me, I was looking forward to a quiet drive up north..."

[JxJxA]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:16:21; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

Run to the car, they say. "Get to the chopper," they say. Hurry up, they say. And yet, not one of them comes to help me drag this oaf to safety.

Gemeaux trudges to the limo, struggling to lug both his suitcase and Monsieur Hill with him. He takes pains to place his suitcase gently in the car, and then tosses the limp elf into an empty seat. He unstraps Le Repartie and Le Dernier Mot, the former snapping its stock back into place. He places Le Repartie on top of the suitcase, and then slips into the car with Le Dernier Mot in his lap. He pops out the cartridge, replacing it with a full one from his pocket, and slips the half-empty cartridge into his other jacket pocket.

When he notices that the others are staring at him, he snaps his fingers, pulls off his respirator, and closes the car door.

"The suitcase currently holds a large amount of fairly nasty explosives, so you will understand why I am taking care not to disturb them. As for the elf, he is my good-for-nothing employer who has seemingly taken the virtue of meekness to its fallacious extreme. I am, how you say, disappointed to discover that he has found an entirely new way to frustrate me. First it was his obsession with hiding key information from me. Now, it is the fact that I am forced to drag about son cul insignifiante." Gemeaux rolls down his window and spits outside in disgust.

"Ah, but I forget, we have not yet had our introductions. I am Gemeaux. The name, like myself, is French, so I apologize if it is difficult to pronounce. I would be more than happy to sate whatever curiosity you have concerning me and le prêtre endormi, but I would ask that you answer two questions for me first." He draws out a cigarette and his stainless steel lighter.

"First, why are you helping us? And second, do you mind if I smoke?"

[Notsoevildm]

@E:PL/Chi Town / All
[July 8th, 2072, 10:27 AM; Fawkes' Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

Copperhead almost jumps out her skin at the sudden warning hiss from Rattle, even though it is not the first time Snake has reached out to her like this. As a result, she is half out of the uncomfortable creaky chair when the troll kicks in the door. Her eyes go wide as the sawn-off shotgun swings towards her.

Sstrike NOW! hisses Snake over the troll's threats. While the command to attack comes as something of a surprise, it does stop her from freezing up.

The warning on her lips turns to a hiss. Her skin darkens and scales form on her face, making her look even more snakelike than usual as she draws mana into herself. Rather than backing away from the troll she continues to rise out of the chair. Her cyberarms whine as servos move them in a complex, sinuous pattern. Her left arm moves to deflect the shotgun, while her right arcs back then strikes forward. At full extension, her fist opens wide like a snake's jaw, razors popping into place like fangs that seem to barely scrape against the troll's chest.

Then her body arches and she gives a most unladylike grunt as she pumps every ounce of mana she can hold into the troll's heart.

I just hope this trog is as dumb as he looks.

It is his strength of will, not his intelligence that matters, tuts the Serpent admonishingly as Copperhead grits her teeth while struggling to control the raw magic burning through her veins.

[Fairy]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:16:21; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
PAN=Active; SIN:Nina Okada

Was there any room for five or six people and their baggage? A duffel bag, a suitcase, and a toddler... The unresponsive mage in the corner doesn't belong to anyone, did it? So, tightly packed inside the armored limousine like a can of sardines, it's not like Tsubaki was expecting to step onto the red carpet when they reach their destination. Destination? It's a very good question. Where are we going...? Everything happened so fast. Best to be in-the-know now while the ride is still comfortable—in other words, while smoke and bullets are still the least of their problems. Until the orc driver hits the pedal to the metal, the woman braces herself for the sharp movement inisde the vehicle.

So, to no one in particular, or whoever could offer the answer, Tsubaki asks, "I'd like to be informed about where we are escorting this man and his child to. Just where are we going? And will it be safe? I like being surprised," She is trying to be optimistic, "But I'm afraid I won't enjoy another welcoming party like that again..." Carefully, Tsubaki leans over and glances out of the window the man who introduces himself as Gemeaux rolls down. It's difficult for a fancy black limousine speeding through the streets to be missed... It's still to early to call it a day. Especially now with the police involving themselves. So much for being subtle. "What does everyone suggest we do now?" Introductions? Sounds like a good place to start.

The woman passes her silver eyes over the group here. "Tsubaki. It's a pleasure to meet you all." A smile. Then, she explains, "I'm probably here for the same reason everyone else is here for. Which is to say, let's help each other out, hm~?"

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:16:21; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett

"Mordred." He scoots over to make room for Gemeaux and his...companion. "Argent sent me over. She thought you might need an spare hand. Looks like she was right. Oh, and go ahead. Nice to be working with you." He supposed. Pleasantries always sounded odd coming from him.

As Tsubaki had asked about where they were going, the adept decided not to. Though he hoped the driver would hurry, before his injuries caught up to him. Plus, they had the police and damage to the car to worry about. Hell. Twisting in his seat, the adept pulls on his clothes and puts the gun back under his sleeve. He then sits still once more. Mordred takes a deep breath and clears his head. It is time he consulted his mentor spirit. If I might ask? How am I-are we doing?

[JxJxA]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:16:21; In a limo chugging away from the Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

They seem earnest enough, but I know nothing of them... Still, lies are a luxury I cannot afford. Time to start with some threads of truth, and see if I can untangle myself from this rats' nest of a mess...

He nods gratefully to Mordred, and is about to light up when a thought occurs to him. He glances over at the technomancer and his son, and thinks better of striking up a cigarette next to a growing child. The boy is already facing more than he should at such a tender age, the very least Gemeaux can offer is a the gesture of good manners. He pockets the cigarette and the lighter, deciding spare the child a face full of smoke and instead have himself endure the pangs of his nicotine needs.

"Pardonnez-moi," he says to the father, and the cigarette and lighter disappear as quickly as they had appeared. He turns back to the la femme d'argent---Tsubaki and the chameleon-suited man---Mordred.

"I certainly hope so, and it is a pleasure to meet both of you despite the circumstances of notre première rencontre. If you will permit me, allow me to offer what I know so that we might make sense of this mess." He points towards Monsieur Hill, the father, and son.

"As I mentioned before, the elf is my employer. He calls himself Monsieur Hill, although with his apparent and presently unfortunate love of intrigue, I cannot tell if it is a genuine nom de l'ombre or simply a ligne de merde he offered me. I am his bodyguard on this trip, so his survival is my responsibility. The man and his boy are in Monsieur Hill's care, thus they are under my protection as well." He looks at Tsubaki and Mordred.

"That is why I am here, and why Monsieur Charlie is driving us. I think I might have overheard Monsieur Hill mention argent before, but I thought he was talking about nuyen. That would certainly make more sense than what I thought he was talking about...I like money, but I don't consider it overly pleasant to look at.

"As for spare hands, I will take all the help I can get. Bienvenue à la mission, et le plaisir est le mien," he says with a smile.

[Fairy]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:16:21; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
PAN=Active; SIN:Nina Okada

So, it sounds like everyone was in the same boat in regards to information. She couldn't ask the man named Mister Hill, either. The elf looks like he's too busy looking off into deep space. The woman turns around in her seat.

"Charlie, is it? You mentioned driving somwhere north. I hope you know where we need to go to?" Then, she doesn't forget to ask, "How are you feeling, by the way~?"

[Aria]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:18:11; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]

Charlie turns back to look at you all, his eyes are bloodshot and he is clearly beginning to suffer the effects of running purely on stim juice. Just at this point the baby begins to wail again

"I'm fine...can't you shut...trying to concentrate...I..."

From out of a side road a behemoth is bearing down on you, the blue lights begin to flash just as the citymaster clips the front of the limo and sends you careening into the hedge and then front gardens of the houses at the edge of the road...

[Aria]

@E:PL/Chi Town / All
[July 8th, 2072, 10:27 AM; Fawkes' Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

The mana that courses through Copperhead is clearly visible in the mundane world as a distortion in the air...and then it is as if a pebble had been dropped into a pond...at least if the pond was a vertical wall of hardened muscle, dermal deposits and sinew. The troll's chest does its best to flee the assault be flying in opposite directions...with the net result of a shower of blood and tissue bathing the room and all in it...he might not be dead...but the disturbingly clear view of his ribbcage doesn't offer much hope as to his chances of survival...

[JxJxA]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:18:11; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

"Voici la pluie à nouveau," groans Gemeaux as he sees the blue lights flash uncomfortably close to their vehicle. A second later, and the limo goes careening towards hedges and homes.

"Et maintenant, nous font baiser." Despite his deadpan delivery, an amused smirk creeps across the assassin's face. He was right: When it rains, it certainly does pour. And he loves being right. Learning to enjoy the little things had been his first lesson while under Shiawase control.

He looks back at Charlie.

"At some point," he quips towards the frantic driver as the car hurtles forward, "we are going to need to have a chat about what your congregation was doing that brought the police crashing down on a House of God."

When the car finally comes to a stop, Gemeaux sighs and mulls his options.

"Normally, I would advise running, but seeing as I am in the unfamiliar situation of having lives under my protection, I do not believe escape is an option for me. I can turn myself in, if it will buy you the time to flee. I have no intention of letting them take me, but I do have my pistols as well as all the training and technology that my 'foster family' thought ideal for an in-house assassin. It is not my first choice..." he trails off, glancing at the technomancer and his terrified son.

"But if it saves lives, then it is the right thing to do."

[Fairy]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:18:11; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
PAN=Active; SIN:Nina Okada

Woooosh!

Just when things didn't seem to get any more worse, too. Is that the body of the absentminded Mister Hill floating in mid-air in slow-motion? Three. Two. One. Impact.

Tsubaki touches her forehead with her hand and opens her eyes. There is something squishy and warm here. Oh, it's just Mordred. All bodies and belongings have been pushed and tossed around inside the limo, and now what had once been the left side of the vehicle is now facing the sky. There is broken glass everywhere. Tsubaki leans against the man named Mordred and lifts a single foot upward at the door, then gives it a good kick. The limo door flings open.

"Is everyone all right?" The sound of a crying toddler answers back. In any case, while the appearance of police in the first place raises all kinds of questions, it doesn't change the fact that the police are here with the intention to give chase. That last thing Tsubaki wants is to get handcuffed. To do the 'cuffing herself, that's another story for another day...

She crawls off Mordred's body and, the crying child aside, addresses the technomancer father, grabbing firmly a hold of the man's wrist and fixing her silver eyes at him. "If you want us to help you and your son escape in one piece, is there is anything you can do to slow the police down? Chances are they are will be firing at us with smart-enhanced firearms..." Tsubaki glances across the seats to today's volunteer for heroism, Gemeaux. "While he provides us cover, I am asking you to at least give the police a hard time with their aiming and targeting systems. If their vehicles run electronically, it would be even better if you could lock the officers out of their own vehicles when we actually get away. If you need time, I'm very sure you have many able hands eager to work with you." Tsubaki reaffirms her request to the technomancer. "Can you do this?"

[RdMarquis]

The crash disrupts his concentration entirely. Not that he needed an answer, now. Same as always, then.

Mordred allows the woman on top of him to get off without comment, then arms himself once again. "Sorry to preclude your last stand, Gemeaux, but I'd never live it down if I left you to face those cops alone. Or, for that matter, got paid without properly earning it." The adept falls silent for a moment, calling upon his powers. He draws the mana around them, around everything, into his body and concentrates it into his core. Then he releases it into his limbs, imbuing them with lethal power. "Now then..."

He peeks outside to see how many enemies there are.

[Aria]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Fleet Road, UK]

The stunned technomancer looks at you all in bewilderment… “Oui, I want to ‘elp you but they are jamming me. Jamming everything…I do not understand it, why they do not talk to their superiors…they have not called other flic…”

From outside you hear the telltale swoosh of a heavy door opening on its runners and the thud of boots on the ground. From one of the houses you see an old lady coming out onto the ruins of her lawn clutching at a first aid kit

“Are you, are you okay in there…” she asks querulously, seemingly oblivious to the police cruiser and the possibility of incoming fire at any moment…

From behind the wrecked hedge you see the tips of the ballistic shields and then arm movements suggest the lobbing of something...here we go again...the air is filled with a noisy tumult as the flash bangs light up the front garden, sending the little old lady to her knees and everyone inside the car to shield their eyes and ears from the onslaught...

[Aria]

@E:PL/Chi Town / All
[July 8th, 2072, 10:27 AM; Fawkes' Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

The troll hits the floor with a monumental crash, taking out a flimsy table as he goes down. The shotgun lands beside him but thankfully the shoddy piece of ironmongery doesn’t discharge. The commotion brings Fawkes and a startled assistant rushing back into the room. His swarthy skin pales for a moment, highlighting the tattoos scrawled across his face. He looks across at Copperhead, perhaps as the only one standing, but clearly as the one most covered in gore…

“What…what have you done? Shit! You know who this is? He’s one of Egrand’s lieutenants…bastard’s been trying to hit me for more protection, on his own initiative mind you, and he probably had what’s coming to him…come to him…but I’m not sure that’s gonna help you lot! Look, you gotta get out now…I’ll help you as I can but too many people knew you were in here and it ain’t safe! I know you ain’t had time to do yer planning and arrange shit. I’ll give you a range of stuff you might need in Zone, I’ve got a container near the docks…here’s the coords…just take what you want and we’ll call it even…I owe Argent so…”

[JxJxA]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Fleet Road, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

He grins at Mordred.

"I would be happy to have another fight at my side. Let us show these sots d'entreprise the mettle of men with their lives on the line."

When the sorcier technologique speaks, he gives the man his full attention. Unfortunately, it is not the news he wants to hear.

No pig chatter? Now that IS quite peculiar.

Gemeaux frowns, popping his neck to work out the awful set of kinks the entire crash hammered into his spine. He smiles grimly at the father, and nods in understanding.

<<[Gemeaux]: Vivienne, my lovely, deactivate the the personal safeties on one of my sidearms. I am going to give it to one of our companions.>>

<<[Vivienne]: Done. Is everything all right, Damien?>>

<<[Gemeaux]: It appears we have hit a slight wrinkle in our plans, but we should be able to take care of it. Do not worry, my dear, I will be careful.>>

<<[Vivienne]: Please don't do anything rash, Damien. Remember that you are human.>>

"C'est très bien, je vous remercie pour essayer de nous aider. Jusqu'à quelque chose change, prendre soin de votre fils, et prends ça. Utilisez-le comme un dernier recours." He hands the sorcier technologique his unlocked sidearm.

When the elderly woman totters out onto the lawn and asks them about their well-being, he is about to reply when the police begin lobbing their flashbangs at them. He ducks back inside with a dark scowl on his face. He slips the respirator back over his face, and gives the police a piece of his mind.

"Ah, so this is how you keep the peace and general welfare? By burning the eyes and bursting the ears of helpless old women? Allez vous faire foutre, vous lèche-bottes des entreprises! Now I do not feel so bad for killing a few of you!"

[Fairy]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Fleet Road, UK]
PAN=Active; SIN:Nina Okada

A jammer? Tsubaki offers the technomancer a smile, nonetheless. "It's the thought that counts. Thank you, anyway." A jammer in the area is rather curious...

As Gemeaux and Mordred lock and load, Tsubaki is about to turn and respond to the appearance of a little old lady with a medkit in her hands when bang and a flash go off. She shuts her eyes and presses her hands over either of her ears. Frankly, she would like to preserve her vision and hearing. She isn't so sure about the others... Until the two male shadowrunners are ready with their part, Tsubaki plans on leading everyone else toward the house for cover. And, maybe drag the old lady who looks very, very confused, staggering outside, along to safety. No need to get a little old lady stuck in the line of gunfire, too. Does the lady own a garage and car~?

What a mess... Tsubaki heaves a sigh.

[RdMarquis]

The technomancer's powers were disabled? Morgan wouldn't be of any help, either, then. The adept grabs a twin to his pistol that lacked a smartgun system, just in case the lack of matrix support did not apply to both sides.

Any sympathy for their enemies or desire to fight without killing was all but gone for Mordred. The old woman had gotten hurt trying to help a group of complete strangers. Little else could better symbolize the adept's disdain for the state of the world. That anyone should suffer for their kindness. He would not stand for this.

With his gun drawn, Mordred sticks his head out of the car, looking for targets.

[Notsoevildm]

@E:PL/Chi Town / All
[July 8th, 2072, 10:27 AM; Fawkes' Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

Frag me, did you have to make him explode like that?

That wass entirely your doing, child. I asssumed you would usse the ssstun sspell you learned, not the killing one. Now he will never reveal hiss ssecretss, but at least the one called Fawkess hass told uss the reason for the attack. Remember that, it may be of use to usss.

Copperhead sighs, releasing her hold on the manaflow. But while her shamanic mask fades, the gore-drenched troll is no less intimidating as she turns to Fawkes.

“Da fragger was waving a shotgun at me. What did you expect me to do? Let him shoot me. And where was your security?

She looks down at herself, flicking a piece of troll from the blood-soaked sports bra.

“Frag. Dis was a cyberpirate original. It's ruined."

Carefully peeling off the top, seeming uncaring about revealing her scaled breasts to the room, she continues, “I can't go out there like this. I need some water and a cloth to clean dis shit offa me. And something clean to wear.

Turning to the woman with a man's aura and too much cyber, she asks, "Jess you think you could pick up some fatigues from one of da stalls? Troll small or orc extra-large should fit me.

She points at Fawkes and his lackey, then at Ælias, "You two, out. You, watch da fraggin door."

[July 8th, 2072, 10:43 AM; Fawkes' Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

Mostly clean and wearing a pair of khaki combats and an olive t-shirt under her long coat, neither of which match her bloodstained nyke sneakers, Copperhead makes her way carefully out of the bazaar and back to her hotel. She needed to get properly clean and get into something that at least matches. She also needs to be out of the burning sun. She had traded comm codes with the others and agreed to meet them at Fawkes' container when it got dark to plan and prepare for their trip into the zone.

[JxJxA]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Fleet Road, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

As the gravity of the situation slowly sinks in, Gemeaux's frown begins to twist back into a smile.

The odds are against us, for we are surrounded by another's hired lackeys. There is no one to call, no haven to fall back to. Lives are on the line, a lady is present, and an innocent caught in the crossfire...

Is it the plight of the Frenchman to face such a fate? Whether or not, it looks like fun!

With Le Dernier Mot in hand, and the melody of La Marseillaise on his mind, Gemeaux slings La Repartie behind his back, vaults out of the shattered limo, and runs towards sturdiest spot of cover he can find.

"Allons enfants de la Patrie, le jour de gloire est arrivé!" he bellows, as he prepares to face this horde of slaves, of traitors, and conjured corporate kings...

[Trigger]

@E:PL/Chi Town / All
[July 8th, 2072, 10:27 AM; Fawkes' Bizarre Bazaar, Northern Corridor, Chicago]

Ælias just stands there at first, stunned by the sudden explosion of movement and violence around him. Everything happened too fast for him to comprehend, a blur of magic, blood, and explosive force. He was just getting his bearing together when Fawkes burst back into the room, telling them all to get a move on, that he would handle the body (and the mess of whatever came after it). It made him wish he could just turn it all off, fall into the sweet flow of the Matrix and leave the worries of the meat behind. But now was not the time for that.

Suddenly Copperhead is standing there, topless for the world to see. He would have been blushing visibly, if not for the makeup on his face. Sure he had seen nudity before, on the 'Trix, but being this close to it IRL, well that was a new experience for him. He quickly averted his eyes from the scaled torso, slick with the blood of the troll lying at the group's feet, and moved up next to the door, finally drawing his Predator from the holster under his arm.

What am I doing out here, in fraggin CZ? What was I thinkin' taking this job? Already bein' attacked and we ain't even left the 'civilized' sections yet.... I just wanna get this done and head home....

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Church of Our Lady, 2 Connaught Road, Fleet, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett

And Mordred thought he was the one with a flair for the dramatic. The adept opts to use the car as cover instead than running. He uses his goggles to zoom in on their enemies, then opens fire. Would this be a fight to the death? He wondered. Or would a few casualties be enough to send them the way of their predecessors? The explosive bullets wouldn't last long. He had less than two clips worth of them. Then the adept would have to switch to regular bullets and move close enough to engage them in a hand to hand fight.

[Fairy]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Fleet Road, UK]
PAN=Active; SIN:Nina Okada

Letting the other two shadowrunners throw around thunder and lightning, Tsubaki will lead those who could not fight back across the lawn and toward the house. Mid-way there, the woman takes a hold of the little old lady, turns her around, and ushers her back the way she appeared upon the scene. "Pardon me, but could we come in~?" They all enter the old lady's home regardless of the lady's response. The flashbang grenades most likely put all hearing and seeing out of service temporarily. Tsubaki shuts the front door behind them. Then, showing the lady into her bedroom where she can sit down, recover her senses, and far away from any gunfire, Tsubaki will return to the main room. She hurries across the room and seeks out another form of transport. She's gonna have to 'borrow' the old lady's car, if she owns one... That is, if Gemeaux and Mordred can handle crowd control. She is pretty sure that won't last too long, however.

If the old lady's car needs keys, Tsubaki will search them out. If it was via matrix, well, that's going to be another matter... Time to find out~!

[Aria]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 10:21:11; Fleet Road, UK]

While Tsubaki ushers her charges on like a mother hen with her chicks, Mordred and Gemeaux engage the foe with glorious abandon, firing at extremely close range into the oncoming pigs with the riot shields and bristling sub machine guns. Both strike home and rock the officers as they force through the hedge but the dimly seen rictuses barely flinch under the impacts and they return fire, a swathe of fire that rips across the quiet garden...

...as for Mr Hill, there is still no sign of the mage stirring...