Deep Vengeance..., ...is the Daughter of Deep Silence Options

[WearzManySkins]

Kat D sorts thru the information and places it into a folder for each team member.

Applies flat black hair dye in a aerosol can to his fur, watches it dry, then dresses for the upcoming mission.

Packs his gear, equipment weapons and heads to the meet point.

Once there listens to each team member and Widget.

"I do not sneak well at all, but I can use the weapons and tools I have with me."

[Fyndhal]

Twist nods to Eklipse, then pulls on a camo mask and , puts on glasses. She checks her Praetor, then her Predator IV and her clip bags one last time, then nods again.

"Set. Ready when you are."

[UmaroVI]

As Fat Man was preparing, he suddenly slapped himself on the forehead.

"Zerone, neither of us conjured shen capable of hiding us. I will take care of that."

Fat Man turned to something invisible, and bowed, then humbly addressed it in Chinese, "I apologize, but it appears that we are in need of a specific supernatural power, and I will need to summon an ancestor spirit in order to hide us. I mean no disrespect to you, but I must ask you to return to the metaplanes for now."

Once the guardian departed, Fat Man concentrated on calling a different type of spirit. Something flickered in the air, invisible to the material plane, but the strain of conjuring a second spirit seemed to take a toll on him.

[WearzManySkins]

Bones establish encrypted secure links to those that sent such at last meeting. Use the highest encryption level that both ends can support. Flag any links that are not encrypted as such.

Verifies the operational status of biomonitor, med Kit, Savior Medkit and medical patches.

Kat D brings up Bovie his HK 227X, checks via skinlink the status of ammo, smartgun link, smartgun cameras and the weapon status.

Via skinlink checks Scalpel his Ares Predator IV, the status of ammo, smartgun link, smartgun cameras and the weapon status.

Bones double check wireless link for the grenades, make sure the synchronized blanking link for the flashpaks and my glasses is operational.

Hears Eklipse spelling out the order of movement, and nods.

Nice tail end charlie, sounds like my type of position.

Listens to Fat Man talk about speak about conjuring.

Well hopefully his magics spirits etc can be of assistance, but like all plans, everything seems golden until the action begins.

[Fenris]

Ayo nods as Eklipse rattled off directions. It was obvious the man had been in charge before, had lead a hunting party. And no hunter survives that isn't successful.

He draws the twin pistols once, both of them a dull, matte black, grips bulging oddly in his hands. He checks slide on both pistols simultaneously, tossing them into the air just an inch or so to catch them by the back of the grip, fingers tugging the slides back as he inspects the firing chamber and pin, guns clacking in stereo as he releases them, using the momentum of the closing slides to give him a moment to return his grip to a standard firing hold. He holsters them again smoothly, one down low on his leg, the other tucked into the small of his back, both in low-profile holsters.

He steps out of the door just behind Eklipse, form immediately shimmering and fading into the surrounding darkness. Those perceptive enough would see a slim, furred tail uncoil as he crouches slightly, resettling his balance forward on his toes as the group heads towards the dock.

[JxJxA]

Zerone's eyes bulge out a bit when Fat Man brings the lack of concealment powers to his attention.

"Oh dear," he replies. "I am sorry, my creators engineered me more towards...um...combat... Follower has helped me expand my...uh...abilities beyond that, but my skills still tend towards it. Fire ravmalakhim are easier for me to call." He is about to contact Amara---the archangel who answered his summons---but then notices Fat Man dispatch his own ravmalakh in favor of another.

"Thank you," Zerone says, smiling kindly.

A word of caution, my friend. You must focus on the task that is now at hand for this is different from what you are used to doing. As defender, the evil approaches you. As hunter, you must approach the evil. Make sure that you keep your eyes open and your footfalls soft.

I am sorry, what was that Foll---

"Ouch!" Zerone says softly in Sperethiel, as he stubs his toe on a jutting piece of junk. He hears Follower release a sigh.

Perhaps you should ask Amara to help you, my friend. It appears that this lesson will not be learned as easily as others.

[Notsoevildm]

Eklipse had not intended to take charge, but the others had seemed willing to follow his instructions. They were a ragtag bunch of individuals thrown together by circumstance. He had little idea of their capabilities and coolness under fire. As he moved quietly towards the container park, that lack of knowledge was made immediately apparent when Ayo's form shimmered and all but disappeared.

He whispered into his comm, "Keep comm's clear unless necessary. Ayo take point, you vill be the hardest for them to spot."

[Buddha72]

All
The night air is laden with salt and a dull cold that saturates the docks as you make your way into the sheltered alleyway. You quickly receive an incoming message to your commlink. You see the ID belonged to Widget and as you open it you quickly see a program run through your system hooking you into a small network of the other runners in your team. You see layers of encryption unfold before your eyes as it hides and scrambles your signal and connection to the others.

Ok all - head to the end of the alleyway and you'll find an entrance to the yard that me and my friends have set up. DO NOT TOUCH any other part of the fence - I have bypassed the current at the opening so bear that in mind if you have to make a new exit.

You make your way down to a collection of trash bins, discarded storage containers and debris. As you approach a small pile of the trash moves slowly towards you - you quickly see that it's a small drone disguised as a street litter. It runs a sensor over each of you with a small swift motion - you see a new feed work its way into your network.

This way - hole ahead - no touch

Ahead is the security fence encircling the docks and their storage units, tangled in it and on it is a large piece of plastic sheeting - you quickly realize it covers a hole in the fence. As you draw closer you quickly see other small drones hiding amongst the debris. You watch as the drones crawl forward and grab the edges of the fence and pull it just far enough apart to allow you to slip through single file. You begin to pass through the fence as the route map loaded into your comm begins to overlay over the AR map of your current location and the target container.

Your window of "safety" has begun as soon as you step through the fence. Message me or talk directly to my friend meeting you at the container to deal with the lock. I will be monitoring the other net monkey and keeping him in the null as long as possible. I will send out an alert - think gunfire or a small explosion - if I need to step up my interference with the on-site security decker. Good luck.

You see a small timer begin counting down in the AR map - down from 15 minutes towards zero.

Twist
As you work your way carefully through the fence you quickly scan the area - straining to hear and see everything al at once. You feel the ware in you begin to sort the sensory data - the unnatural speed and clarity comes over you as it integrates the information into your meat parts. You feel the moisture strike your body, hear the sounds of the water lapping in the distance and see several security devices scattered around - more than likely visual sensors of some sort.

Eklipse
You move out into the storage yard and move across the space to the nearest stack of containers. You feel the latent mana in your body surge to life as you direct your will through it. A few silent and quick steps till you feel air slide past your body as you launch yourself. Your hands grip the sides of the cargo container and you feel the shift of momentum in your body - swinging your feet up past your head. At the right moment - the needful moment you release your grip and feel the twisting in your form as you plant your feet and swing the rest of your body up to the top of the container. As your center of gravity adjusts to your new position you quickly open your senses to your surroundings. You hear the distant and distorted sound of the water from the ships docked and see what look to be security devices set out around the yard. Their height and angle make you think visual sensors.

Crippler
You angle your body through the opening - eyeing the small drones holding it open for the team. You feel the tension in your form as you prepare for the run - violence always dances at the edges of these jobs and certainly the guards at the site will object to your taking the drugs and gear inside the container. You hear the sound of water in the distance and see thin light illuminating the rest of the yard.

Zerone
You step through - stumbling as you try to keep your focus on all the little details - you see a small drone scramble out of your way as your foot catches on the fence links cut by the machines you assume. The rush of heat to your face as you attempt to catch your balance signals your embarrassment - you thank the dim light and shadows for concealing your wash of color. You look around straining to see and hear something but only find the sound of your heart and your breath. A small light of hope reaches out to you or rather a feeling of heat and warmth from the spirit you conjured. An image forms in your mind like a fire bursting into a pile of kindling. You see the yard from the astral - your teams life energies blazing in the darkness and the lurid glows of the city - the washes of need, hungry and want like a heavy scent. You see small spirits darting in the distance but nothing that looks like a guardian or mage patrolling the area.

Kat Doktor
Moving through the opening you feel the slick surface of the asphalt under your feet as you listen to the distant slap of water echo hollowly in the air. You move to keep your form obscured from a clear view and look around - trying to gleam something from the darkness. You eyes pick out several sensor bundles angles to sweep the yard - more than likely security since some care was taken to make them unobtrusive.

Fat Man
The opening is narrow but doable as you make your way into the storage yard of the docks. The gloom and muffled air mute your senses as you look around attempting to see or hear anything that might threaten the run. With a quick refocus of your place in this reality - you slide yourself through the thin barrier separating you from the astral layer that blankets this world. You feel the layers of toil and sameness flavor the area. The years of workers and routine stain the ambient mana. You quickly sense a slight element out of sync with everything else. You reach out and merge with it - you feel a white hot rage and an utter despair scream in you. You feel plastic bite into your wrists, a needle pushing into your thigh, the weight of bodies on you as you struggle to free yourself. You quickly follow it and see it leads in the direction of the cargo container you seek this night. Pulling yourself from the impressions left on the astral - with little conscious thought you extend the protective weave of magic that surrounds you to delicate cover each member of the team.

Ayo
Slipping through the opening you feel the awareness of the hunt take you. There is no sound as you move across the asphalt and crouch in the shadows feeling their embrace take you - your silent ally in the hunt. You look around feeling your judgement on the team members you can see trying to hide from the other hunters in the yard. You breathe in slowly taking in the scents in the air. You smell the others - you catch the faint trace of others - sweat, a blend of foods and a clean scent almost an absence of smell. The patrol possibly - they would take care to leave little trace of their passing to lull prey into complacency. The whine and hum of security sensors is present - this place is a test for you. You feel the quickening - soon the need would be fulfilled in you when you reached the container. Someone would be prey and someone would be the predator.

[JxJxA]

"Oh dear," Zerone mouths to himself as Amara shares what she sees with him. The small spirits could be the Yakuza mage's malakhim, or something else. He scrunches his mouth in concentration as he tries to identify them.

[Notsoevildm]

"Schiesser" mumbles Eklipse, impulsively breaking the radio silence he had just asked the team to maintain. With a fluid grace he flips silently backwards off the container and lands delicately on his feet next to Ayo and Twist.

"Cameras. Likely from ze 'official' security, not our friends. Stay low and close to ze containers. Avoid ze open spaces." His tone is abrupt and formal, conveying facts and orders but no emotion.

And then he moves, gliding almost casually and unnaturally quietly along the route indicated by Widget's data stream. He does not look back. Whether he assumes the others are following or just simply doesn't care, is impossible to tell in the darkness.

[Saytr]

Crippler follows the directions from widget exactly, taking in the details and general direction of each light, and stay in the shadows as much as possible and use the cover to his advantage for his size its never easy. He looked forward to trying his new Augmentations and putting them to use. He follows the rest of team though ready to defend any of the others.

[Saytr]

Crippler follows the directions from widget exactly, taking in the details and general direction of each light, and stay in the shadows as much as possible and use the cover to his advantage for his size its never easy. He looked forward to trying his new Augmentations and putting them to use. He follows the rest of team though ready to defend any of the others.

[WearzManySkins]

Kat D moves with the group not with fancy moves but solid consistent movements staying out of sensor ranges, using what shadows he can find, every 2 steps he looks behind to check their six.

Carefully moves thru the hole not touching the sides.

Notes the information the AR from Widget is giving him.

[Fyndhal]

Twist starts to mention the camera's, then hear's Eklipse' exclamation and comment. Unconsciously, she nods once, then proceeds, taking precaution to stay out of the line of sight of the camera's she spotted. She takes some time to watch the less stealthy members as they pass through the area, to hopefully make sure they don't walk in front of one.

[Buddha72]

Zerone
As you look over the image imparted from the spirit you think perhaps the spirits are watchers but it's hard to say without assensing them - their size makes that the most likely answer.

All
You make your way way through the area - following the route outlined in your comm as the timer on your window of safety ticks down steadily.

[JxJxA]

Upon hearing someone else break comm silence, Zerone sends a quick note to the others.

Enemy spirits are about. They appear to be watchers.

[JxJxA]

Taking a moment to consider options, Zerone sends another short message burst to the group.

I could banish them one at a time, but that would alert the summoner. If you want me to time my efforts with another action, please let me know.

[Fenris]

He let's his body stretch, settling into the regular, measured pace that would help keep him invisible in the shadows. At Eklipse's comment, he slipped further ahead in the path of the containers, eyes searching the posts and all the static points that could hold security gear.

[Notsoevildm]

Eklipse halts as he nears the target, pressing himself flat against the side of a container. He checks his gear and weapons and scans the area for hostiles. His SMG clicks silently onto burst fire mode and he whispers into his commlink.

"Approaching target. Zerone, Fatman, if you can take out ze spirits without alerting the mage zen do so. But only ze ones near our target. We don't want to alert ze port authority. Widget is your little friend in place?"

He then looks to Twist and Ayo. "When we go in, Twist you go left, Ayo take ze right and I vill go up ze middle. Ready?"

He takes a deep breath to centre himself for the coming battle. Time seems to slow as he becomes one with the moment, his awareness boosted by his magic. He sees Ayo's tail twitch, catches Twist's scent and hears Crippler's footsteps. His SMG comes up into a ready position, tucked tightly against his shoulder in a practiced, professional move. Then he stands there frozen, restrained violence seeping off him, like a snake ready to strike.

[JxJxA]

Frowning somewhat at having to use the commlink again, Zerone fires off another short message.

Banishing will alert the mage. We could time the banishing just before you act.

[Buddha72]

Zerone
You let yourself slip from this reality and slide into the world of the spirit. The landscape is lit from the souls of the living and the conjured entities of this realm. You find one of the smaller spirits and delve deeper into it - seeking answers about its nature and perhaps its creator.

You feel the alertness of the small creature as it looks around the container. The structure of its mana confirms its status as a watcher - you sense none of the higher order structures found in spirits drawn from the metaplanes. You see the particular stamp of the conjurer on the watcher - its collected power is weaker than your own.

[JxJxA]

Snapping back to the physical realm, Zerone fires another short burst of information from his commlink to the group.

Spirits confirmed as watchers.

[Fyndhal]

Twist nods at Eklipse, then pulls out her heavy pistol and signals the safety off. Her muscles tense as she prepares herself for violence.

[JxJxA]

Suspecting something is amiss, Amara drifts up into the air and away from Zerone and then reveals herself to the physical world.

A golden-white figure of flame shimmers into existence. She resembles a woman dressed in a plain robe, her outline flickering with the ebb and flow of flames. The only one of her features that is not made of fire is a white marble mask. The mask, while hiding her face, is the most defined of her features---forever bearing a serene expression carved in the style of the Renaissance sculptors.

Amara draws two fingers together and traces a large arc in the air. Flames trail her fingers, forging a solid arc of fire. She delicately plucks the arc from the air and brandishes it before her as one would a sword.

"Reveal yourselves," she declares to those whom the companions hunt, "and abandon both weapons and thoughts of violence, lest you invite His Wrath upon you."

[Buddha72]

Cypher
As you feel the last vestiges of the drug working its way out of your system - you once again see the old woman's kindly face. She looks over the bio-monitor's holographic display of you body hovering just above your actual body strapped down on the medical bed. You hear her humming as slides her hand over the interface peeling away flesh and muscle to reveal your nervous system. She strokes your hair like a cherished pet as she looks over the data display. As she speaks her warm voice fills the small space - her Japanese is smooth and flowing - obviously a native speaker.

"You're a strong one. I can see some minor degradation from the last injection but nothing that would prevent someone from coming back for further doses though I am still not satisfied with the lack of imbalance in your system. I need to see stronger signs of physiological dependence otherwise this formula will never demand the prices require for its manufacture."

She opens a small holographic interface under her hands as she beings to take notes. You see a 3D model of what you assume is the drug she has been injecting into you over the last several days. You watch as she begins to modify it while looking over the data harvested from your flesh. Suddenly a small yellow light washes over her face - it's source is out of your field of vision. A brief look of irritation passes over her face at being interrupting peeling back the facade of a frail and kindly old woman. You catch a glimpse of the soulless scientist who has been using you as a test subject in her eyes. A voice is relayed through a speaker making it sound small and distorted.

"We have guests but it shouldn't be a problem - probably someone looking to snatch up loose assets."

She nods once - her eyes never leaving the displays as she continues her modifications.