Hunting in the Smoke IC, British Shadows are dark... mostly... Options

[Drain Brain]

In the Club:

In the ears of Piper and Deuce, radios crackled with static and broke into a voice. It was Bandwidth Bob. They could make out his over-pronounced accent over the gunfire.

"Guyse, its me... Zee gerlz are haffing trubble gettink to zee target gerl. Keep zees sooots bissy or weer hosed"

Well... keeping the suits "busy" wasn't going to be a problem. At this rate, in fact, keeping them alive might have been more of a daunting task as Deuce and the new arrival set about perforating or thumping at them, respectively.

Deuce's target was the first to be put out of action, a massive slug from his Warhawk taking the prone Templar in the skull. The man slumped back, instantly dead.

Poet, on the other hand, was utilizing slightly more... gracious ammunition. His round likewise smacked its target squarely in the head, leaving a massive welt and breaking the surface of the skin, but leaving him merely unconscious.

Footsteps were approaching, however, as yet one more Templar moved in the fire room. The paces were slow - and not surprising if the man wanted to avoid his colleagues' fate.

Beyond the bar, the last remaining suit from the initial team was panning his pistol across the Foam Room, searching for the target he knew was there... somewhere.

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The Three Girls:

The crowd seemed to be paying very little attention to the three women moving away from the centre of the panic.

That was not a global attitude, however.

As the little trio made their way toward the tube-station exit, Tyen made out a police squad car parked on the roadside. Bizarrely, however, the two officers standing by its side seemed in no hurry to get through the pedestrian area to Pipewerkz... rather, they seemed intent on watching the crowd.





What they were looking for she could not say.

[Silverspur_2020]

Straying slightly from the sides of Tyen and Natasha, Sandy gets a little closer to the black Roadmaster....

Slipping the Pocketsec into her hand she fires off a couple of pics at the van and makes a mental note of the registration plate and any VDM's (visual distingishing marks) the vehicle may have. Checking the Pocketsec she selects the best couple of pictures and along with the reg and VDM's she sends them to her favourite taxi cab friend...

Ringing the man in question she keeps it brief..."Hey Pete, your getting details through of a vehicle parked up where you dropped me off earlier. as I know you can blend in well, I need you to tail it wherever it may go... I'll pay you the standard rate for your time/mileage, but will also pay you of bonus of £100 if you can get me some good info on the target...gotta go hunny, thanks!"

With that she follows Tyen and Natasha at a discrete distance for a while before catching up when she is sure they havent been spotted...

[DrJest]

Poet tapped his gun barrels together once to draw Deuce's attention. Covering the entry to the fire room with one gun, looking for the source of the footsteps he heard, he brushed the hair from his other ear to obviously show the micro transceiver he put in there. What frequency? he mouthed to the elf, moving to take cover at the bar.

[Rakshasa]

Hosed is about right! The soldier thought, Any second now.

There’s this strange looking animal over on the North American continent which likes to fool its enemies by playing dead. Piper just knew one of the Templars had survived and was gunning for him. His Irish luck wasn’t so good that he could have taken out both of the goons he had attacked.

Piper played possom, straining his improved hearing in all frequencies, trying to detect that indiscernible creak of Kevlar or swoosh of cloth to tell him where to aim. Finally it came, that indefinable sound at the limit of his hearing through the blanket of foam which covered him. Dead ahead!

Kerruumph! The sound of the Roomsweeper’s slug exploding outward was deadened by the foam. Piper didn’t wait. He moved, rolling rapidly to his right and scrabbling to gain his feet. If he was going to die, it would be standing up, facing his enemy!

[Mysterio]

Seeing how this new guy seemed to be a decent shot, Deuce figured he could handle himself. What would it matter telling this guy their frequency? no harm, we can always change it.
He glanced at the fallen templar as he started to make his way towards the foam "He dead?"
Foam had started to flow into the main area. What a mess... was all Deuce could think about. My shoes...ugh...
He glanced through the doorway into the foam room, trying to see who was left standing.

This post has been edited by Mysterio: Mar 11 2005, 12:48 AM

[DrJest]

Poet activated his subvocal microphone. "Nobody get startled. My name's Poet, and if you're shooting the Lord Protector's pet bastards I'm on your side. We have three down in the main bar area, I can hear another moving around in the fire room. Anyone got a visual on any more?"

[Mysterio]

((Sorry, see OOC post))

This post has been edited by Mysterio: Mar 12 2005, 01:24 AM

[Blitz]

:: Seeing the squad car, Tyen's stomach muscles immediately clenched. She could sense their intent almost subconsciously (or perhaps it was just her normal dose of paranoia) and immediately turned her face away from their direction. As part of a fluid motion, she directs the arm of Natasha in the same direction away from the pair of coppers and deeper into the frantic crowd. ::

"That way, not safe. This way..."

[Mysterio]

Frag, these guys are everywhere... deuce was annoyed, but not in the mood to discuss this feeling with this guy. Quickly raising the warhawk, Deuce cracked off a shot, aiming directly to the templar's head. Just die already...

[Drain Brain]

In the Club:

Deuce knew that the Templar knew that he was there.

The Templar knew that he knew it.

Deuce knew he knew he knew he knew he was there...

So frag it.

Deuce's hand cannon roared in the archway, though the surrounding foam took a lot of the sound away, and shot the man promptly and accurately in the head.

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Across the way, Poet heard a single word issue forth from the other side of the wall... "Shit..."

[DrJest]

Silly boy, thought Poet, placing the man in the room. Muscles bunched; he launched himself towards the doorway and as he hit it flipped into a free cartwheel facing the Templar. At the arc of the cartwheel, both pistols spoke with sullen barks.

[Rakshasa]

Piper stood, snorting foam like some thoroughbred stallion, expecting any second to be fired at, fricasseed or finished off. It didn’t happen. Three gunshots, from different guns, came to him as dull thuds from the bar and then nothing.

“Anyone left alive?“ The Irishman tried a tentative enquiry over the microbead. He took the following silence to be an affirmative that he might well be on his own. Except for the corpses that is.

He counted them, checking each for weapons, ID and that damned photo of the girl, Natasha Strong. Three in the foam room, Mr Broken Nose appeared to have expired or near enough; the gut shot Templar was definitely a gonner and so was the collapsed one half way down the steps to the bar, the back of his head a total mess where a bullet had taken out most of his brain case. Pink foam, very pretty..

The soldier looked up from examining the last one to fall and a certain relief passed through him at the sight of the Dandy, grinning from ear to ear and bleeding in places. “Any word on the girls since Bob checked in? Did they find Strong and get her away?”

Before Deuce could respond, Piper slapped at his Roomsweeper as a stranger approached. Fortunately for everyone, the elf glanced behind him and reassured the Irishman that there was no need for concern.

[Blitz]

((assuming we are still within comm range))

:: Tyen turns her face slighty away from Natasha as she subvocalizes in response to Piper's inquiry. ::

"We 'ave girl, but cops are watchin' square. Trying to find safe exit."

[Silverspur_2020]

Adding to Tyen's comment Sandy says "There is also a black roadmaster which appears to belong to our friends. I have someone watching it and will follow it when needed. Shall we meet up back at the safehouse and take seperate routes?"

[Drain Brain]

The Club:

There was little to be heard in Pipewerkz now, as the patrons had scattered and the gunfight had abated.

Unconscious opponents were swiftly bound with plastic ties, and like their deceased comrades were stripped of weapons and other effects, which all found their way into a plastic bin-liner that Piper fished out from behind the bar. Well, almost all their effects...

"Folks," Piper grinned, "They had keys..."

The keychain jangled in Piper's hand as the three men made for the stairs.


Ground Level:

The team came together outside Pipewerkz. Sandy and Tyen, in an effort to avoid the Police officers stationed near their exit, had checked the other routes out of the square but found them similarly blocked. The group huddled near the old ticket booth, just across from the roadmaster, to discuss their options.

Deuce, Tyen, Sandy, Poet and Natasha were joined after a moment by Bob, who looked a little pale, but none the worse for wear - although he seemed understandably nervous for a non-combatant.

"Here, Hold this..."

Going through the options seemed to leave them with very little. There was no way to get out of the square on foot without either going through a building (difficult for a large group including bleeding men) or via a street - all of which were manned by police.

Wait... hold what?

Piper, his chest and face smeared with his own blood - daintily applied from an open wound - had handed his jacket and shoulder-rig to Deuce, along with the bag of loot.

"Give me a few seconds, and you'll have a diversion..."

Before anyone could argue (or even work out what the hell the mad irishman was doing), he was off at a run, screaming like a banshee.

The little man made straight for the nearest congregation of Police, screaming obscenities as only the Irish can. He stopped short and fliped them "The Finger" and turned, making a mad dash for the Roadmaster.

The Police started to run after him.

Lights flashed hellish orange as the truck's alarm disarmed. Piper hopped up the little steps and threw himself inside. The engine roared to life as he leaned out the window. "You'll never take me alive, Copper!"

Four shots from his Beretta punctuated the classic quote as he gunned the great beast in first and roared off, at full-right-lock.

The Roadmaster screamed in agony as is plowed straight through the fencing and across this little grassy patch in the centre of the square, then out the other side and off toward another path out of the square.


Back where he started, the officers had sprinted back to their car and taken up the chase, tearing around the front of the cinema to persue the insane perpetrator... and leaving the way clear for the others to escape.

[DrJest]

"Yesterday upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there," Poet said dryly. "Right now, I'm thinking we should learn from his lesson. If anyone has a ride, I'd appreciate a lift - I was on foot tonight, and the Lord Bastard is not known for his forgiving ways."

[Silverspur_2020]

Sandy looks at Poet for a secound, with a thoughtful look on her face.... "Come with me then." With that she heads over to the taxi rank and pulls out her phone to cancel her request to follow the Roadstar and instead take them home.

[Mysterio]

Holding onto the loot that was unexpectedly thrust into his arms, and watching the amusing sight of a large irish soldier screaming and running willy nilly down the street, Deuce grinned. Nuts...completely fraggin' nuts was all he could think.

Following behind the rest of the group, Deuce continued to watch the commotion.

[DrJest]

"Far be it from me to stick my nose in where it's not wanted," Poet murmured as he followed Sandy across to the taxi rank, "but, eh, I recognise those lads you were mixing it up with, and I'll admit to a certain curiosity as to what you did to piss off their employer, if you catch my meaning." He paused, making doubly sure he could not be overheard by passersby, and added "By the way - standard operating procedure would be to pull the records of all the nearby traffic cameras. Were I you, I'd change cabs a few times before heading anywhere I wanted kept out of the public eye."

[Silverspur_2020]

Sandy tries to keep it simple and professional, after all, shes in the presence of a relative stranger and knows to keep her cards close to her chest. "Dont worry... thats all covered"

[Drain Brain]

Bob inclined his head to where a big MPV taxi could be seen over beyond one of the exits. Even at this range it was obviously empty. The little German led the way over toward the unguarded exit and entered into a brief dialogue with the driver, who turned out also to be German, interestingly.

With a friendly smile - obviously happy to find a fellow countryman in this hellhole, the driver hopped in his vehicle, followed by the assorted runners, and made a slow loop back toward the general area of Tyen's safehouse.

Hell... leaving a gunfight via taxi. That's a first...

[Mysterio]

Reluctantly Deuce gets into the back of the taxi, "Nice ride...." he mumbles, not really caring if the rest of the group, or the new guy, or the driver heard him. He just wanted to get to his place to get changed, and a shower, a nice hot shower. What a fraggin day...

[Silverspur_2020]

Getting back into the safe houes Sandy takes off the small and stylish jacket she had on and shakes her hair out of its pony tail.... Pulling a bad face as she does so because of that inevitable smoke smell its now got.

[Mysterio]

Arriving at the safehouse with the rest of the crew, Deuce exits the vehicle and stretches his legs. he reaches into his pocket and fishes out his cigarette pack and lighter. "Let's get down to business, i wanna get to my place soon, to get cleaned up, "he looks over his wrinkled, and torn suit in disgust.

[Silverspur_2020]

Turning to their new guest Sandy checks to see if this lady is ok.... and pours her a stiff drink to get over whats just happened.