Tangled Currents - Meira Options

[fibericon]

Meira shakes his hand briefly. "Meira Baquearnith. Sorry, no extra top, but I'm prepared if things get messy. I thought it was weird when they just let me walk in with a Predator. They picked it up later, but by then everyone and their cousin had a piece." She looks over the floor, taking note of the layout. "Let's assume the worst and start from there. Security is here because they have to be, but we can get our clients into a safer position."

Combat tactics: 7d6t5 3

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2114 Dante's Inferno, Seattle


Ron nods and takes a glance at Matt before nodding. "Already on that. My partner is off looking for a spot........." He holds up a hand then smiles. "Right. Jack says there is not much up here except for the counter in front of the locker area. You just came up from the next level down; anything we can use down there?"

[fibericon]

"It doesn't seem to get much better - open areas all the way to the bottom. You might wanna see if the peddlers have any 'kaze. Not exactly a party drug, but worth a shot at an extra ace in the hole. Sure wish I had that K50 right now. It's a beautiful piece. Listen, we need to plan out a formation, so we should talk about what we're good for. I'm sneaky, and I'll need to get nice and close to be useful right now. With this room layout, I'll probably have to lay in wait for them to get off the ramp, unless you have a better idea."

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2114 Dante's Inferno, Seattle


The man nods. "Just about the same here once the guards sniffed out my pistols. My partner, Jack, is just a kid I am trying to train up, but he has some decent unarmed combat skills, but probably not enough. Look, we could send our primaries off with Jack and you and I take up positions here to support the guards. Idea?"

[fibericon]

Meira nods, "Better than nothing."

Turning to Matt, she says, "This looks bad, but there's nothing I haven't seen before. Keep your head down and you'll be fine. I doubt this is about you personally, but this needs to be dealt with to get you out of here safely. Relax, I've done extractions before. Just keep your breathing under control, and stay put until I go back for you."

She moves up to a blind spot near the door entrance and raises her dress to get to the monofilament whip, grumbling, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." After straightening her outfit a bit, she takes a dose of kamikaze from a concealed pocket in her other hand, listening for the attackers to reach the steps before using it.

Sneaking: 17d6t5 4
Perception (hearing): 11d6t5 4

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2117 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


Matt nods and goes off with Ron's young partner, Jack and the girl, whose name you are told is Nicole, while you and Ron go off to find a nice spot out of the direct fire from the ramp. Ron gives you an interesting look as you pull up your dress then nods without saying anything. From your vantage point, you can see that the guards at the bottom of the ramp have been joined by those from the top of the ramp down to the eighth level. They seem to be alert and none are standing about in groups or in the direct line of fire from the ramp above.

Suddenly, you see several of the guards place hands to their 'links at the same time and a series of what you think are gun shots from the level above you.

[fibericon]

"Shots fired."

Meira pops the kamikaze and inhales deeply. Her pupils dilate momentarily, and she bares her teeth, clenching her jaw. There isn't much left of her as a person when she's high. This stuff turns the nicest of people into wild animals, and it's not like she had any resistance to it from the start. The grip on her weapon is white-knuckled now, and the cautious part of her anticipation is gone.

Ambush: 15d6t5 4
Initiative (+Kamikaze): 3d6+9 22

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2117 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


You hear the sound of screaming from the level above you and some more shots. The music from the dance floor dies and a man's voice comes over the intercom. >>Everyone please remain calm. No one has to get hurt. I am in control of the club and my people are walking among you now. Please place any valuable in the bags they are carrying. Please consider this as if it were a donation to one of your charities and give everything you have. I do not need any SINs or house keys or car keys. Cash, credsticks, and jewelry are sufficient. Thank you for your cooperation. Please do not resist or you will be hurt.<<

The guards on this level are all trying unsuccessfully to communicate with someone.

[fibericon]

Meira should have rallied the security guards into a better position. The right call here would have been to bring them under her command. But making the right call was no longer an option when she was high. She was barely able to sit still long enough to stay in hiding. All the lies she told herself about the drugs making her better at her job were just that - lies. All the kamikaze really did was make her more vicious.

Kamikaze duration (x10 minutes): 1d6 5

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2120 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


Ron puts a hand on your shoulder and whispers to you. "Hey, keep it together. Sounds like it is only a robbery.."

Some calls down from up on the sixth level. "Alright, three of us will be coming down to level seven. All we want it the valuables your patrons have. That is not worth dying for, is it. Please have all the guards stand down."

[fibericon]

Meira twitched at the touch, and offered an angry grunt in response. She knew he was right - the client's life was a priority, and fighting these guys might not be worth it. But she was high. At this point, it was a matter of just hoping they didn't make any sudden moves, or make any threats. And if the guards started shooting, well, that would be that.

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2120 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


The guards seem to be arguing, but one, supposedly the senior eventually tells the others to stand down and calls the ramp to say that the robbers have clear access. Three masked men come into view and begin moving through the small crowd of patrons, one of them standing in an overwatch position. Suddenly, one of the patrons steps forward and flings one of the robbers to the ground with an impressive unarmed combat maneuver. The other man with a sack in his hands drops it as he goes for the pistol in his belt and the man on overwatch calmly raises his own pistol and shoots the patron in the chest. Ron swears and shakes his head. "Not good, not good at all.........Shit!"

The exclamation came after the man on overwatch turned and shot one of the patrons and turns to aim at another. Ron races out of hiding, a makeshift club in his hands.

[fibericon]

Meira attempts to duck through the chaos and flank the attacker in overwatch, though in her current state, whether or not he sees her makes no difference to her plan. She's barely in range of her target when she brings the horrifically sharp wire down on him.

Sneaking (with kamikaze): 18d6t5 7
Monofilament whip (with kamikaze): 16d6t5 9

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2120 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


The screams from the patrons, combined with the sharp reports of the guns masks any noise from you or Ron. The monofilament of your whip settles down on the raised arm of the man on overwatch and your gentle pull separates arm and gun from the man, who stares in shock at the stump of his arm that is shooting arterial blood. He opens his mouth and begins screaming. Part of your brain notes that the head of the man Ron was attacking is oddly misshapen, probably due to the impact of the club he has swung with devastating effect.

The gunman on the floor has rolled over and is pulling a pistol from the waistband of his trousers.


OOC

What is your accuracy with that whip? Not that it matters in this case, but it might later.

[fibericon]

One down... so much blood. She was out in the open now, with one of the most infamous weapons on the street. That puts her at the top of the geek list, unless a mage decides to show up. No telling how many others were roaming about the club, but every attacker on this floor needed to take a dirt nap - fast. She whips her head back and forth quickly, searching out the last one, and charges in his direction, bringing the whip down on him.

Monofilament whip (with kamikaze, opponent prone): 17d6t5 4

OOC: Accuracy is 6

[Mercy]

OOC

I am sorry that I did not paint this picture better. The guy on the floor with pistol is the one that the tourist through down. The guy missing an arm is in shock and not doing anything except watching himself bleed to death. Do you wish to switch targets?

[fibericon]

OOC: Ah, okay. I'll edit my previous post to target the other one.

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2120 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


Locked in the Kamikaze haze, your heightened senses easily allow you to pick out the man on the floor with the upraised gun arm, the pistol pointed directly at you. Two things conspire to interrupt him as he tries to kill you: first, a thrown club smashes into his gun hand, causing suddenly nerveless fingers to drop the pistol and, second, your whip as is wraps around the same arm, slicing it off just below the elbow.

The screams of frightened patrons mix with those of the man on the floor as he rolls about in agony, trying to stem the flow of blood. The first man you attacked crumples to the floor without making a sound, too lost in shock to do more than die. The security guards are also moving again. One grabbing a medkit from the small security office while another pair are trying to help the two patrons that were shot. A fourth guard is standing near you, his gun in his hand put pointed at the floor.

[fibericon]

Meira retracts her whip, but maintains her grip on the handle. She turns her head to the nearest guard, and growls out through gritted teeth, "How many upstairs? How many guards? Casualties?"

She starts glancing around at this point, then turning her head quickly side to side, clearly on edge. Finally her gaze fixates on the ramp going up, as if expecting more trouble.

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2120 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


The man you are addressing seems unable to look beyond your hand, where blood is still dripping from the handle of your whip. Ron carefully steps closer and looks you in the eyes. "Hey calm down, OK? Our principals are safe, right? No point in inviting more trouble or more publicity. Are you able to control yourself?"

[fibericon]

Meira glances about, and offers a nod.

"Still have to get them back out. If all we have to do is offer an escort to the limo, fine, but there might be more people on the upper levels."

OOC: Sorry, work and holidays caught up to me.

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2120 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


Ron nods. "Yes, there probably are people on the upper levels, but they are the responsibility of the security here. Our presence up there right now, could start a blood................."

He is interrupted by the sound of a voice coming from the man whose arm you had severed. >>Jack? Sitrep. Jack? Come in, Jack.<< One of the security men gingerly steps around the blood pool that has formed around the dead man and rolls him over. The gunman has a 'link fastened to the outside of his clothes.

[fibericon]

Meira looks at the commlink briefly, then goes back to where the clients are hiding and crouches next to Matt.

"You alright? How are you holding up? Got it together enough to trace a commlink? I'm not convinced we got them all, and this place only has one way out."

[Mercy]

Friday June 14th, 2075 2121 Level 7, Dante's Inferno, Seattle


Matt is sitting next to the other private guard and the woman he is protecting. He smiles and stands as you come up to him. "Yes, I am doing fine. Much better than those guys. Let me see the 'link."

He walks with you back to the guard with the device and you see Ron walking past you to go see to his own charge. After a minute of wrangling with the security guard, Matt has the 'link in his hands and turns away so that only you can see him. He winks at you as a jack of some sort extends from his palm and he plugs it into the 'link. His eyes don't leave your face for a few seconds, then they open wide just before he unplugs from the device. The jack has disappeared back into his palm by the time he turns and gives the 'link back to the security guard.

"There were apparently a dozen men in the group. These are the only casualties. Their leader was arguing with someone about staying to finish the job but was overruled. They are all leaving....well, except for these three. I tried to follow the line through the matrix to get to the boss, but it was very well encrypted. I was breaking the code when it just shut off. Nothing to go on from this end. By the way, have I told you yet how marvelous you were?"

[fibericon]

"Heh. Not most people's reactions." She turns to Ron and adds, "They're supposedly trying to retreat, but they might have poisoned the intel if they suspect we have it, so keep an eye out for gunners on the upper levels, and especially outside. Do you have a vehicle ready to get your client out of here? We're ready to move when you are, but I'm not leaving you three to get blown away out in the open and I'm sure as hell not waiting around outside for your driver to show up."