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

[Aria]

@ Seth, Demon & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 21:59:57; Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Vraiment?!? What is going on here? In a terse whisper, barely audible over the ruccous Ember spoke to his companions

"We cannot fight these people...we must evade them. Ditch your commlinks, they are probably hacked already. I will spend a few moments to try and discover who our foes are...I will be over there..." and he indicates the reception desk "try not to draw any fire in that direction, s'il vous plait"

He clambered behind the desk, already feeling the sting of gas in his eyes

~Tempest, will you watch over me and my companions and keep us from sight? If you could keep the gas from me that too would be much appreciated...~

"She will cloak you, it will make you harder to find in the chaos..."

and then he lifted free of his body on the wings of the astral. His form became powerful, a young warrior in his prime, spear by his side and fire in his eyes...

[Seth]

@Ember, Copperhead & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:00 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Ember's astral self can see the FireWatch team entering the building surrounded by a powerful mana shield, and that one of them is possessed by a large spirit providing magical suppression to the others. As he heads outside, the astral is full of fury and violence, with clusters of people dying, shooting and hating.

Materialising so as to be able to see any detail at all, Ember is shocked at the scene. It is like an image from Lagos, rather than Seattle. Two APCs are outside the hotel, the first has its doors open, and obviously carried the team that have entered the hotel. The second is on its side with a large smoking hole in. From the marks on the ashphalt it had been travelling at a respectable speed when it was hit by an AVM. Scattered around the front are the dead bodies of 4 firewatch troops ripped in half by explosions and machine gun fire.

Above him there are 6..no 5.. no 4 drones engaged in a violent dog fight with each other. A beam of solid light is erupting from the popup turret of a black van racing towards the front of the hotel, as the beam touches a drone, the drone drops out of the sky in a pyrokinetic display of fireworks.

Across the road is the Merriott hotel, and there is a smoking hole where there used to be a window suite. As you watch, one of the FireWatch troops fires a shoulder mounted missile, and it screams towards the hotel exploding, just as the launcher's head explodes with a high calibre sniper round. Another window is smashed and a stream of Heavy Machine Gun fire emerging from it is straffing a black helicopter wtih Fire Watch markings overhead. The Fire Watch helicopter is turning towards the window, and as Ember watches aghast a hellfire missile errupts from it, heading for the machine gunner in the Hotel.

[Alyena]

[April 15th, 2072 10:47am; Dearborn, Downtown Seattle]

Doza drops Mr White Knight onto the sling that holds it around her neck. As she moves smoothly towards the van, a grenade appears in hand as though by magic from a pouch at her belt. Pulling the pin with her teeth she tosses it into the van and slides the door close. Wincing a little she waits for the bang.

[Notsoevildm]

@Ember, Seth & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:00 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Copperhead struggles to make sense of the chaos unfolding around her.

Copkiller? I didn't kill any cops. The dwarf, Allenby. I bet he set us up!

She backs slowly away from the fighting toward the door to the rest of the hotel, her brain taking in the hostage situation and the collapsed man.

"Dis way" she hisses at Demon and Ember.

Spirit, I need your aid once more. Take the grenade away from the man holding the woman hostage and throw it out of the building. You are then free to go.

[Seth]

@Ember, Copperhead & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:00 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Mistressss hisses the spirit, as it wraps itself around the grenade. John Haviland put up a short but futile resistance, and the spirit flys out of the front of the building taking the grenade with it. In the callous way that spirits sometimes have it drops the grenade as soon as it left the building, close to where the dead or dying Fire Watch troops were lying on the ground.

The red laser lines were no longer pointing at John, and he grins evilly "Hold them back Gamma, the boys are on the way. Can I offer you a lift, and we can continue our negotiations at the far end?"

Gamma snarls a few words and three large radiation spirits morph into being, their aura making the room appear with lurid green glow. "Get the possessed one" he commands, and the spirits ooze towards the Fire Watch team. The illusionary magic covering his face has dropped under the strain of the battle. His skin is covered with rashe, and his eyes are white with cataracts. Despite that he projects immense power as he flicks his hand, and half the furniture in the room, including Little Darlings crib, is thrown towards the incoming Fire Watch team.

[JxJxA]

@Seth, Ember & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:00 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]
[PAN = Elite, Passive ID = Aubert Benoit]

Demon nods at Copperhead's advice, and moves towards the door. He looks back in time to see the scene unfold between these John and Gamma hooligans. Holding a woman hostage and tossing a baby at police? How...incredibly unprofessional.

He points the Savalette Guardian at John and squeezes the trigger twice, hoping to at least save the distraught mother.

[Seth]

@Ember, Copperhead & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:02 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

The bullets brush Gracies clothes as they impact into John Haviland's chest. The surface clothes are ripped revealing form fitting body armor underneath. Still the impact knocks him back.

Snarling John points his empty hand toward's Demon, and an Ares Predator IV, a large impressive looking gun, appears in it: deployed from an arm slide. John returns fire, but is somewhat distracted as Gracie screams in fury, wriggles frantically and nearly gets away. "My Baby" she cries as she charges the furniture hoping desperately to rescue Little Darling. "No you don't" John growls, but is pulled off balance by a combination of Demon's bullets and Gracies unexpected burst of strength. He manages to hang onto Gracie with his left hand, but is currently exposed.

Gamma winces as automatic fire from the FireWatch team smash through his physical barrier, but so far none appear to have hit him. Yellow and Green smoke begins to ooze from him. mingling with the tear gas. "You'll do" he mutters. He gestures towards Mademoiselle Fournier with a clawed hand, and a black volcanic glass knife appears in his right hand.

[Seth]

April 15th, 2072 10:50am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>]

Jotamon's expert systems were reporting that the tactical situation much improved, although the strategic situation desparate.
<<Estimated Knight Errant arrival time: 5 minutes. Recommendation: neutralise drone and exit>>
<<Priorities: avoid Knight Errant, clear any DNA markers, identify attackers, identify new third party involvement>>
<<Platelet factories fully deployed, bleeding staunching>>

Before getting up, Jotamon put a bullet through the Eurocar's gas tank, and gasoline began to trickle out. The safety systems were impressive, but so was the stopping power of a Rutget Super Warhawk. "Get out", he gestured to the Rich Executive's Son, waving and indicating he should vacate the car through the other door. In a few moment's he would ignite the gas, and that should deal with any blood left behind.

Getting to his feet, still crouched behind the car that was now leaking gasoline slowly, he scanned and assessed the situation. His systems placed targets over the Drone, Doza, the van, and the remaining motor cyclist. Doza! Awesome! Saving my ass again: she's not going to let me forget that. OK that's the unknown third party who took out the body I saw on the floor. Jamie still looks to be in trouble, though.

Jotamon begin to head towards Jamie, crouching and slightly less spry than earlier, turning after a couple of cars he fired a taser dart at the small pool of gasoline.

[JxJxA]

@ Seth, Ember, & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:02 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]
[PAN = Elite, Passive ID = Aubert Benoit]

Demon's eyes go wide when he sees John suddenly pull a weapon on him, and a sheepish grin slowly sprawls across his face. He had thought that holding the woman would have kept him distracted, but it is clear that there is more to this vaurien than meets the eye. When the two bullets---armor piercing he believes---whistle past him, he reflexively clucks his tongue and prepares to put a bullet in John's eye.

That is, until he sees the sorcier toxiques go for the very lovely Marie. Still with an itch to scratch and hoping to run some damage control on the whole "cop-killer" libel---well, libel if he ignores last Thursday, three weeks ago and the fifty other times he had to put down a law enforcement pig-dog, he turns his attention to Gamma. Clearly bullets are not working against the mage, but perhaps they will work against the knife...

He breathes in, slows his heart, watches the smartgun data play across his field of vision as it calculates the shot, and squeezes the trigger.

Now with all of the pro bono heroics out of the way he decides it is time to expeditiously extricate himself from this tempete de merde, and quickly walks deeper into the hotel and away from the radioactive man and his fallout boy cronies.

[Seth]

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[Notsoevildm]

@Ember, Seth & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Everything is moving too fast for Copperhead. She does grin as the grenade disappears out the window, then winces as the spirit drops it next to the Firewatch team. Hopefully they will believe the man threw it. Then she spies the black dagger.

Toxsssic, hisses Snake.

She makes up her mind and charges the paralyzed receptionist, only realizing as she hits her that she was magically held. The two tumble to the ground behind the desk next to Ember just as he opens his eyes.

"Time to go" she grins, drawing the shotgun from under her and preparing to run.

[Seth]

@Ember, Copperhead & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Gamma screams his outrage to the sky as his sacrifice is snatched from him. This is a bad situation. Fire Watch are here, and they do know how to deal with a mage like him. Without a sacrifice, standing and fighting was not a valid option. "Cherenkov now is the time, let is be away". There is a flurry of blue green sparks, and the barrier between the Astral World and Mundane World thins within the lobby and the two realities superimpose. The Spiky Mana Barrier surrounding the Fire Watch team, becomes obvious, the fading aura of Little Darling can be seen among the clutter of furniture between the Fire Watch team and Gamma.

Gamma is now a green and blue sparking body of light, which blurs leaving a trail of sickly stars behind him as he flees the team moving as fast as only Astral forms can. One of the Fire Watch team, a towering spirit of light, beams projecting from his eyes, waves his fiery spear shouts "I'm coming for YOU Gamma" and follows the trail of stars leaving flaming footsteps.

The Fire Watch team freeze in place. Their training covers this eventuality, and any movement is likely to have them lost forever in Astral Space. Their bullets seem to move slowly in this hybrid world, then fade out a few feet beyond the shooters personal aura. The Radiation Spirits are throwing themselves against the Spiky Mana Barrier, and while it is starting to crack, one of the spirits is already disrupted, and the others are looking worse for wear.

Outside the Black Van reaches the door, and an airburst stun grenade is tossed into the doorway of the lobby. It fails to explode as it enters the strange hybrid world. "I'm on my way" cries John Haviland as he charges towards the Black Van, then leaves his own grey trail as he zooms off into what will be for him, an endless night.

Gracie moves towards Little Darling, her love for the baby unerringly guiding her to the child, and she sobs as she tries to comfort the dying child.

[Aria]

April 15th, 2072 10:50am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle


Doza

Your grenade goes off with a muffled thump inside the van and you hear the gunman slammed hard against the panelling with a resounding thud that makes you suspect he’s no longer a threat. The remaining biker is swinging round to draw a bead on you having brought his bike around in a skid. The intervening cars mean you haven’t got a clear view of him, sadly, given your size they represent significantly less cover to a three meter something troll…the van looks fairly substantial though and you doubt he’ll try and shoot you through it…

Jotamon

You take a moment to reassess the situation…your tactical threat analysis is pinging the circling drone as primary threat one as it sweeps across the scene, no doubt now with a Knight Errant rigger at the helm snapping mugshots, doing weapon and gait analysis and gathering as much incriminating evidence as possible. It’s hard to fathom the arrogance of your attackers that they are prepared to flout the law so blatantly…either they have a good exit strategy in place or they intend to pull some other rabbit out of a hat!

The contaminants on the road plus the sudden bloom of ignited fuel should erase any trace DNA...luckily people are fleeing the scene and your improptu clean up operation is unlikely to barbeque anyone except the poor bastards that you have already put down...

Jamie

The biker is clearly more concerned about the menacing troll than the possible threat from inside your car…there’s no bullseye painted on him but there might as well be, it’s likely to be a mistake that costs him for a very short time…

…your agent responds with a string of observations, giving you a window to instruct it otherwise before it ploughs ahead with a hack

<<Van node is a locked subscription. Query action? Scanning for commlink nodes…two detected inside. Query hack priority? Analysing for IDs…>>

[JxJxA]

@ Seth, Ember & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]
[PAN = Elite, Passive ID = Aubert Benoit]

Upon reaching the hotel kitchen, Demon has the almost overwhelming sensation to join the crazed mass of hotel guests screaming for the exits---not so much out of fear, but because they would provide excellent cover if trying to avoid the Knight Errant Firewatch team. Besides, based on the strange lights and sounds coming from that hotel lobby, his previous instinct of getting the hell out of there was right on point. However, professional pride and a sense of civilized camaraderie keep him near the door. Ember is a compatriote and Copperhead is a lady, and he'll be damned if he abandons them without even giving them at least fifteen seconds to walk through that door.

In the meantime, he starts looking around the kitchen for the exit so he can point his companions in the right direction if and when they finally arrive...

[JxJxA]

@ Seth, Ember & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]
[PAN = Elite, Passive ID = Aubert Benoit]

As Demon is poking around the kitchen looking for an exit, he manages to spot a veritable antique of a van sitting outside. He is immediately reminded of sage wisdom handed down from his chere mere. "Damien, if you learn anything from me, always remember this: First, always ask to see the money up front. That way you can take it from him or her if the deal turns rotten. Second, always check for herpes. That shit is forever. Finally, do what you have to in order to escape. It is precisely for this reason that other people have insurance." Ah chere mere, peut vous reste bien haut dans les cieux.

Deciding that Ember and Copperhead are going to have to come through this way in order to escape, he inconspicuously strolls over to the van and raps upon the driver's seat window with the butt of his gun. When the glass breaks, he pops open the door and begins to monkey what experienced car-jackers do in all of the sim-vids he has watched over the years. On the first try, something tells him that he should stop touching the wires together. The moment he disconnects them, the air pops with ozone. With a silky, sensuous stream of French curses flowing from his mouth, he gives the car-jack mimicry another go and begins to grin when he hears the throaty purr of a hotwired engine coming to life.

[Aria]

@ Seth, Demon & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Ember felt torn between flight from the scene, pursuit of Gamma - an abomination who should not be permitted to walk the earth – and helping the child. In the end, with thoughts of his family in mind, he strode through the morass of astral/real world to reach the baby. Working quickly in an attempt to halt its flickering demise he wove the strands of mana and then slammed them down into the failing heart.

Reeling from the massive drain he clutched at his head and tried to calm his racing heart beat…

It was then that the signal reached him through the commlink, the one he had decided to ditch at the first opportunity, which did nothing to instil the state of calm he had been reaching for

<<Ember. First things first, your wife is still alive. >>

<<What!? The children? Are the children ok? You were attacked? What the hell is going on?>>

This situation is becoming intolerable!

<<I will contact you shortly, this link is compromised…>>

Making the most of the confusion reigning around him, Ember headed after Demon, satisfied that the child would live long enough to receive more thorough care. Lurching though the door to the kitchen he dropped his link in a bubbling deep fat fryer…he wouldn’t want to be the tech to try and resurrect anything of that now…

[Notsoevildm]

@ Seth, Demon & Ember
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Copperhead pulls herself up to a crouch, looking around in amazement. They were in the astral and the real at the same time. Looking down, she sees her astral form over her physical body. Her arms glowing pythons, her head that of a snake. She reaches out with one snake arm, its jaws wrapping around the arm of the terrified receptionist.

Come withss me ifss you wantss to livess." she hisses, her forked tongue tasting the girl's fear.

Peering over the desk, she watches as Ember pumps healing energy into the dying baby. She nods then turns and drags the girl, willing or not, towards the kitchen.

As her arms fade back to polished scales, she turns to Marie. "I ain't no cop-killer an' I jus' saved your skinny ass. You best remember to tell da cops dat."

Then she turns and follows Demon and Ember out of the hotel and into the white van.

[Aria]

@ Seth, Demon & Copperhead
[April 15th 2072; 22:00:05 Jucy Lucy Hotel, Seattle]

Ember made his way as surreptitiously as possible out of the kitchen, confident in Tempest’s ability to cloak him from unfriendly eyes, but taking no unnecessary chances. Approving of Demon’s choice of transportation he clambered into the back, still nursing his headache, and gestured for them to take off.

“I need to find out what is happening. There has been an incident where my wife is recovering and I think I should find out what before we can make any more decisions. I suggest we disappear into the barrens for a while, non? If you head to the Horny Troll, Copperhead knows where it is, I will go on ahead in the astral. If you need to divert from there or something else happens then Copperhead can send a watcher to let me know? Once we have more information I think perhaps we should find Allenby again and unleash Demon’s natural predilections? He was the only one who can place us all together as far as I know and Knight Errant knew our handles and had our images. It may be time for our respective identities to retire, assuming we can make it through this mess alive.”

So saying he slipped from his body and embraced the brightness of the astral. Charged with anger and blazing with power he shot away from the others towards the north, his family, and hopefully some answers.

***

Entering the astral of the clinic where he had thought his family to be safe he notes the destruction caused by the attack and the obvious measures that the staff had gone through to protect themselves and their patients.

He listened briefly to the conversation between the sword bearer and Dr. Bob

“Eta for backup ninety seconds Doc. Look, I know this is a medical emergency, but other people are dying too. My partner is dead. Right now eight members of a Fire Watch team are dead having tried to arrest this lady’s husband. I need to talk to your client’s husband now in order to stop more people dying.”

“Thank you for your assistance earlier, but right now: Go Away!”

Ember stood tall in his aura, the figure appearing in the reception area that of a warrior clad in celtic dress armed with a burning spear, long red hair lashing about his clean shaven face in an unseen wind…

“You wished to speak to me?!”

[galenbd]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
[April 15th, 2072 10:47am; Dearborn, Downtown Seattle]
[Internal PAN=Passive. Id = <Information not available>]


Jamie looks up from her slumped posture at the window slowly rolling down. Com’on, com’on, com’on

To Jamie’s enhanced reflexes, it seems like it takes forever for a crack to open enough to fit even her light pistol. Not able to wait any more, she launches her arm up, pushing the pistol through the opening. Her arm applies some pressure hoping to keep it in place as she anticipates recoil.

As she raises her head enough to be able to see the biker, her smartgun link forms a crosshair in her vision. She adjusts the angle of her weapon slightly higher hoping that being hit high might throw him off the bike.

Trying to compensate for the bumpy ride, she squeezes the trigger twice.

[Notsoevildm]

@ Seth, Demon & Ember
[April 15th 2072; 22:10:00 Back of a white van, Seattle]

Sitting in the back of the white van watching over Ember, Copperhead removes her commlink, crushes it in her hand and tosses it out the window. She pulls her spare from her pocket and hooks it up. Cutter's agent does it's magic and slaves her gear to the new 'link.

Who am I today? she wonders. She laughs as she reads the name. Marylin Monroe, funny man.

She sends the elf hacker a quick text requesting a new backup and then turns to Demon and starts giving him directions to get to the Horny Troll in the barrens.

"What da frag did we walk into dere?" she asks him, not really expecting an answer.

[Seth]

@Ember
[April 15th 2072; 22:02:00 White Van on Downtown roads, Seattle]
The suit's hand flexed towards his magical Katana, then paused. "Ember I presume. We don't have long, as reinforcements will be here in " he pauses "40 seconds. Something smells about this: there is an orgy of evidence indicating that you killed my partner, and I came here to return the favour. These things turn up " he points distainfully at the gangers "just as you are being arrested. Now I don't beleive in coincidence, and this is smacking of a fitup. One put together very quickly. "

"The department's rules are very clear, and I shouldn't be here. My partner is dead, and I am too emotionally involved: that bit is true". He doesn't look emotionally involved but on the astral there is a white hot pulse of emotion that is carefully controlled. "I will be on two weeks compassionate leave and councilling. The press interest in this case is high, and will get higher should this get out. The department will have to 'do something', and that something probably involves you: which means the real guilty party will get away. If you turn out to be guilty I will deal with you, but I don't think you are" He looks at his watch. "I just saved your wife and children's lives, that means you owe me. Meet me at the Drunken Drone in the Barrens in one hour."

[Seth]

@Copperhead & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:02:00 White Van on Downtown roads, Seattle]
Demon and Copperhead look at each other, as Ember's meat form is bouncing in the back on some tarpaulins. It was the calm after the storm. They had broken pursuit as far as they could tell and where heading to the safety(?) of the Barrens. A simple bodyguard job from the magician ended in a three way firefight between one of the most wanted terrorists in the Awakened World, and drek hot Fire Watch team that wanted them dead. This White Van, while old, and had a decent entertainment system, and real sound is so much more visceral than a skinlink feed. Bizarrely enough the first music feed was that of Concrete Spectres, Allanby's band.

"We interrupt this program for breaking news. " An AR of a newsreader appears on the dashboard, and images of the hotel you were just in appears behind him. "Military Action in downtown Seattle. A Fire Watch team was ambushed and many members seriously injured and killed (close ups of the horrific injuries of the grenade blasted troops outside the hotel). Sources reveal to us that the FireWatch team was there to interrupt a meeting between three known criminals " your images with click throughs appear. "wanted for first degree murder, and cop killing (a click through of the crime details appears) and the famous Toxic Terrorist Gamma himself (a click through with a massive amount of data behind it. Images of towers exploding, planes falling out of the sky, horrific spirits ripping people apart in a shopping mall). The authorities are holding a press conference in an hour, in the meantime you can get all the latest hot gossip at (click through appears). We return you to your normal program"

[Aria]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
[April 15th, 2072 10:47am; Dearborn, Downtown Seattle]

Jamie

From the slightly awkward firing position you see the first round impact the biker somewhere above the kidneys. He begins to spin back towards you as the second light round splashes across his ribs and he falls backwards off his bike clutching at his chest. The armour has clearly stopped most of the impact but he has got to be hurting!

Another hacked comm call is filtered to an AR window in the corner of your vision…the metallic voice mask making it impossible to pattern the user but the content no less urgent…

<<Angel One in position. Targets acquired and locked. Neutralising one…>>

Which is perhaps why you aren’t completely surprised when a hole the size of your fist appears in the bonnet of your car and the electrics inside give a brief flare and then die as the juice is forcibly ejected from the engine block onto the road…at least the batteries are unlikely to go up in a fireball like that westwind…

Jotamon

The smoke billows out from your bonfire in increasing density and then the flames find their way up the trickle of fuel to the tank and the westwind vaults off the ground in an impressive pyrotechnics display and a whoomp that nearly knocks you back on your arse again. The roaring flames almost drown out the hypersonic whistle of a high calibre round as it destroys the jackrabbit’s ability to move, not that it could go anywhere in this traffic anyway!

The biker menacing Jamie appears to have gone to ground and that just leaves whatever the hell this new threat is…

Doza

From your position at the corner of the van you catch a fleeting glimpse of a large winged drone lift over the highway to the southwest and begin an attack run in your direction. Almost before you can blink it has fired some sort of high powered round towards the jackrabbit that had been carrying Jotamon and then it is banking around for another pass.

Your mysterious benefactor, Johnson, whatever you want to call them, pings you another timely message

<<Get the package and go North, make your way through the buildings to avoid aerial pursuit. There’s a Global Couriers vehicle waiting for you on S Weller St – Location Marked – distance approx. 200m>>

In the distance you can hear the inevitable wail of police sirens approaching…

[galenbd]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
[April 15th, 2072 10:47am; Dearborn, Downtown Seattle]
[Internal PAN=Passive. Id = <Information not available>]

Drek, there goes my ride. That sniper drone is going to force me to hunker down here.

Jamie yells to Mareno, Ok, I'm out of ideas. That drone is a real problem. Any ideas would be helpful.

[Notsoevildm]

@seth & Demon
[April 15th 2072; 22:02:00 White Van on Downtown roads, Seattle]
Copperhead's jaw hangs slack for a minute as she processes the news. Then it snaps shut and her brow furrows as she performs the mental gymnastics needed to control the unfamiliar interface of her new 'link. She follows each of the links, pulling the data down so she can review it all later. One thing though, does bother her: Allenby.

"We is been set up here. Dat little shit of a stuntie was still breathing when we left."

Before Demon can reply her link starts ringing.

<<Babe, you okay? You made the news.>> says Cutter, his voice concerned.

<<I'm fine loverboy. The feds were more concerned with the toxic shaman and his goons than us. Going to have to lie low for a bit though till this blows over. We're on our way back to the barrens now. See you soon.>> she replies.