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"Aye, Aye, Boss."

Haywire grins, and goes outside to help Secoiya unload her weapons.

That woman has more weapons than the national guard at home...

Haywire smiles when she spots Secoiya.

"Hi Sec! Everything ok?"

Her familiy trouble could be what others call a gang war, if I understood correctly...

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At first glance it is obvious that things aren't alright. Secoiya has a furious look on her face and a busted lip to match and in the process of unloading the gear out of her car with the same care as the local UPS guys.

Haywire hears the warehouse gate going up as Deanna moves the final set of drones on board the Delivery.

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Whoa... she is majorly pissed... I wonder how the other guy or girl looks, if she's got a busted lip...

Haywire winces as she spots Secoiya. Then she winces even more when she sees hardware all but thrown out of the woman's car.

I hope she hasn't shoddy ordnance, the way she throws her gear on the pier...

"Uh... need any help, Sec?"

I'll ask her later, and maybe offer to heal her lip...

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She drops a couple of ammo boxes hard to the asphalt before she responds, “no, I’m fine!�

Shortly after as she is struggling a bit with the HMG-2 box she says, “you know what, I change my mind, help me out with this.�

Her lip doesn’t seem so bad on closer inspection. It’s swollen with a pretty big cut, like she was recently punched, but she is otherwise fine.

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Uh... what idiot was stupid enough to punch a woman who likes to use heavy machine guns?

Haywire doesn't say anything while she helps loading Secoiya's gear on the "Delivery". Once the gear is safely stored, she approaches Secoiya again.

"Want me to see what I can do about that cut?"

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She looks like she is about to say something angry before her face clams and she says, “yeah, why not.�

She holds still as people tend to do when they are about to receive healing, because it seems like the thing to do. Once her lip is healed she continues in a quickly escalating voice, “I still can’t believe the mother fucker punched me.

“I call him a coward to his face, and he punches me knowing I can’t hit him back,� she throws up her hands in frustration, “what the fuck! If he was anyone else, I’d left him picking up his guts off the floor.�

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She can't hit back? Why? Is he family? and who is "he" anyway?

Haywire blinks, puzzled, and a bit annoyed at someone striking Secoiya.

"Who can't you hit back?"

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"The I-man! That bastard," she says. The noticing Haywire's look of confusion, she clarifies, "he's the Chief... my dad, and he is a spineless coward!"

She stomps over to the HMG crate and pops it open, getting ready to put up the machine gun.

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Uh oh... family trouble.

Haywire doesn't want to pry, or not much - some morbid curiosity is there - but if Secoiya is that mad it could affect the mission.

Who knows what might set her off...

"What happened?"

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Deanne interrupts the conversation to confirm that everything is on board. A nod from Secoiya confirms and the engines immediately come to life and the Servobots disengage the Delivery from the dock.

Once underway, Secoiya seems to calm down a bit, and she tells her story, “it’s a bit of a weird situation. My people have had their land in the mountains for centuries. No one comes in without our permission and we’ve enforced that for as long as anyone remembers.

“Now we are finally making some real money instead of just selling ganja to keep our communities afloat and mother fuckers want to move in on our action, and my coward of a dad doesn’t want to hit back.

“So I called him a coward.�

Clearly being called a coward is a BIG deal in her culture.

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Generation conflicts... gotta love it...

Haywire has more questions than answers, and her own curiosity drives her on - and the, hopefully not likely, danger of fall out from that conflict hitting McArrister's.

"Who is moving on your family's turf?"

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“They’re a pirate gang,� she says, “and they ain’t just some shit squad. They call themselves the Seis Tres Asesinos and they’ve got a lot of manpower.�

“They aren’t making any serious moves… yet, but they’ve been trying to convince us to sell land and some people and shipments have gone missing lately.

“But the I-Man ain’t being man enough to do shit about it.�

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the Seis Tres Asesinos...

Haywire has no clue who those people are, or why Secoiya calls her father "I-man", but it's obvioulsy a serious problem, as far as she understands the situation on Jamaica. So she nods, in understanding that she doesn't completely have, and lets the matter drop until after the mission - and maybe after she knows more.

Activating her comm, she asks Deanna if they should suit up now.

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Deanna’s voice comes over the comm, “don’t worry about it for now. I’ll tell you when to suit up. It’s pretty safe going for now. We’ll meet up with our clients in about twenty and we’ll suit up once we get far enough from the coast. No reason to cook ourselves now.�

Ten minutes later Deanna declares that she has made contact with the Bronze Coast and she says, “can you check the ship out for me and see if you see anything strange?�

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"Ok, Boss."

Haywire sits down on the bench, leans back, and leaves her body. The sea is an impressive sight in astral space, full of life, all the plancton and other microorganism adding their tiny sparks of life to the light, and so vast. Sometimes confusing too. But the ships are clearly visible, and Haywire loses not much time to "fly" over to the "Bronze Coast", to check it out astrally. She idly wonders whee the name is from on the way.

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Haywire makes a few passes over the Bronze Coast but she sees nothing unusual. She is able to identity at least eight crewmen and one dog on board.

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Returning to her physical body, Haywire reports what she saw to Deanna.

"I haven't seen much, Deanna. At least eight people, and one dog, but nothing that screamed trouble."

At least they don't have ghosts or such...

Stretching her neck, she watches the ship through her cybereyes, zooming in.

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As the Bronze Coast approaches closer, Haywire sees the ship in more detail. It's clearly a research vessel and she can see the bulbous bright yellow submarine on deck with a small crane mounted on the side of the ship for delivery of the submarine into the ocean.

The ship does indeed appear armed, as they have what looks like a machine gun - a bit smaller than Secoiya's - mounted on the bow of the ship. As Haywire zooms in on the crew, she realizes why they need protection. She sees six adults and two children - a boy younger than ten, the other in her early teens - and a happily wagging brown Labrador watching the ships get closer from the starboard railing and they wave and honk their ships horn to greet the Delivery.

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A machine gun... that'll frighten some, but not all... and a family? Great...

Haywire isn't sure what to make of this, but kids mean complications in her opinion.

"Sec, do you fancy babysitting? Literally I mean."

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Secoiya slaps her knee and laughs, "what are you fucking kidding me? There's a reason I ain't married with two kids like my little sister."

Deanna jumps down on the main deck and flips open the lids of SkyEye-1 and 2 and they both lift off into the air to keep watch for danger. "Sec, I need you on the Bronze Coast, I can rig these weapons, they aren't setup for that," she says then turns to Haywire, "I don't really know where you'd me more useful so just pick whichever one. We are going to transfer on board here and go to their site together."

"The area we're going to be working in is a bit more crowded than other areas, so I need you both vigilant, and suit up."

Secoiya sighs and starts digging her armor out of her duffel bag.

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Haywire nods. She'd be safer on the "Delivery", but the mission comes first.

"I'll head over as well. I can defend the ship from astral threats better if I am on it."

Suiting up takes not much time for Haywire, she's done it very often before. Out of ingrained habit she checks her weapons and ammo as well, even if she did it just a bit ago already, and rechecks her commlink's connection to Deanna and Secoiya.

I wonder what exactly they are working on, with kids on board...

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A little while later the two ships are coupled together and Secoiya and Haywire get on board the Bronze Coast. The ship's captain has his crew waiting for their new security force in a neat line and he steps forward to introduce them.

"Welcome aboard!" he says enthusiastically, taking off his aged captains hat, "I am Captain William Ellison, but you can just call me Bill." He gestures to each of his crew members as he introduces them, "this is Mary, my wife, First Mate and Chief Historian. This is Robert Smith, our Navigator and Chief Philospher, this is Brian Kenning, our Mechanic and Electrician, this is Megan Jones, our Submarine Pilot and general Jack of All Trades, and this is Travis Henry, our Chief Archeologist."

He guys the two kids, and gives them big kisses on their cheeks. "And these two are our Security Officers," he says in jest, "my daughter Rose and my son Jeremy."

They kids both say - almost in unison, "Welcome aboard!"

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Quite a lot of chiefs... and no indians I can see...

Haywire smiles at the two kids, even if she's not too used to children.

Kids should not be around at work...

"I am Haywire, this is Sec. I'll be handling magical security, and she'll be handling most of the physical security."

And don't ask me to pull a rabbit out of my hat...

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Secoiya's voice cracks over the commlink, "they're like a retarded family that's too rich for their own good. They're just out here for an advet-" Deanna cuts her off, "pipe down Sec, they're the ones with your nuyen."

Much to Haywire's dismay the kids seem eager to launch a barrage of questions at her but the adults hold them back. Soon after the pair are on board and beginning to get acclimated to their new ship, the massive engines rumble into life and the Bronze Coast begins to follow the Delivery to their diving site.

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Let's hope they don't find adventure... I'd rather guard a stag night party on a yacht than a bunch of rich folks without a clue looking for adventure of the dangerous kind.

Haywire checks the ship, both physically and astrally. As much out of curiosity and to get away from the kids as out of the need to familiarise herself with the area. She summons a watcher, and tells the thing to alert her if any astral presence gets close to or on or in the ships.



Stupid thing. Not as smooth as other summons... but it'll do.

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Haywire’s watcher goes to work patrolling the vessel as she inspects the Bronze Coast. The ship is very neat and well ordered and surprisingly spacious. The rooms are well appointed and the sleeping facilities look fairly comfortable for a ship. If she didn’t know better she would think this was a medium sized vacation yacht rather than a science vessel.

There are two rooms at the bottom of the ship which are covered wall to wall with electronic equipment and computers, presumably their measurement devices and other equipment to assist in their dives.

Once her thorough inspection is over and Haywire is back on deck, she feels a strong wind start to blow, snapping the ship’s flags and dark clouds start to push across the horizon.

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Great... bad weather. What are the odds the clients are going to be sensible?

Haywire studies the clouds, both with her cybereyes as well as her astral perception. She checks with Deanna's comm system, to read the latest weather report for the area over Deanna's uplink.

I'd rather not enter a Hurricane with our group of chiefs here...

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Deanna’s voice comes over the commlink as she notices you accessing the weather data, “looks like we have a big storm forming. Looks like it’ll be on top of us by the time we are at the dive site. Make sure you check your safety line and clip just incase we get into some choppy weather.�

The various members of the crew are going about their business. The two kids are still on the deck and Mary is having a handful trying to stop them from bothering Secoiya on the MMG until they decide they’ll fare better bothering Megan who is going over the minisub.

Haywire’s stomach groans a bit as both ships pick up speed and begin plowing through the wind born waves.

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Ugh... at least any pirates will have too much trouble with the weather to board us.

Haywire checks the saftey lines, and reconsiders.

"I'll summon a water elemental, just in case."

That thing can help much more than some line...

Looking for a more quiet spot, Haywire concentrates on the astral again, summoning a water spirit.



Again, forming the thing almost fails, but Haywire manages, without tiring out as well. She tells the spirit to guard the boat and the people on it.

That should keep us safe from the storm, at least.

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The water elemental nods and speaks in a voice that sounds like waves crashing in a stormy ocean, “yes, Master,� and goes about its work.

The storm begins to truly build up as you make greater headway towards the dive site. As the wind begins to pick up and bits of rain splatter on the deck, Megan gathers the children and the dog and takes them below deck.

A bit later Deanna’s voice speaks over the commlink, “we are starting to get close to the dive site. We should be on top of it in less than ten minutes, but I’m getting a lot of interference on my sensors, so keep a good eye out.�

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"Ok, Boss."

Stupid elemental...

It's not exactly rational, or logical, but Haywire feels her elemental should do something against the storm, evene if she knows it cannot do anything.

"I'll switch to astral, and sweep the area."

Haywire looks for a bunk, and straps herself in - she doesn't fancy getting thrown around while she's not in her body. Then she concentrates, and leaves her meat body, facing the astral space.

At least I don't move around like some drunk pedestrian in here....

With this comforting thought Haywire starts to check the area out.



Dang... can't see a thing in this stupid storm... but at least I know there is nothing really powerful out there...

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The wind cuts down a bit as the rain truly picks up but it's hard to notice the difference. The wind - still fairly strong - drives the rain sideways nearly horizontally and the heaving of the ship as it crashes through the swelling waves doesn't help matters.

After what seems like an eternity, Deanna's voice announces that the "fleet" has arrives at the dive site, "and despite my sincerest attempts, they still want to go through with the dive."

Just about that time Captain Ellison climb back onto the main deck arguing loudly enough to be heard over the cacophony of sounds, "God damn it woman, I told you before, we can't change the time of the dive! It has to be today and that's final!"

She nods with an annoyed expression on her face like this argument is a frequent one gives him a long hug. She goes downstairs and soon after Brian and Megan comes up on deck and begin to prepare the submarine at the direction of Captain Ellison, who orchestrates the whole affair while standing there and holding onto his hat.

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"It has to be today"?

Haywire watches the preparations, wondering why the clients have to take the dive at a certain date. Sure, underwater the storm will be less of an issue, and the mini-submarine can outwait the storm to get picked up in calmer waters, but...

Something strange is going on here... but do they have to dive today because of legal stuff, like a deadline approaching, or a competitor moving in, or is there some magical reason?

Haywire has no idea, but either possibility seems like it'll complicate matters. The alternative - the clients are just stupidly stubborn - would mean less work for security, but she doubts she'd like staying on a ship crewed by such people during a major storm.

Haywire takes another peek at the astral plane, then walks over to Ellison, asking if he wants astral cover up at the ship, or down with the submarine.

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Captain Ellison yells loud enough to be heard over the sea, "up here, the sub will be fine. Nothing but fish and forgotten pieces of history down there!"

He continues to supervise the operation as the submarine is prepared to dive. Despite the intensifying storm the rig is very sturdy and the submarine seems in no danger as it is being prepared. After the equipment is completely checked out, Megan - the Pilot - and Captain Bill Ellison's wife, Mary, climb into the submarine and it is slowly lowered into the foaming waves.

Bill comes over to Haywire and says, "they are going to be down there for one hour on the dot."

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Haywire nods. Even if it's calmer down there she feels better up on the ship.

He might be wanting to hide what they are doing down there though...

"I'll go to the bridge so I have better comm lines and can see the whole ship."

And to be inside when the storm hits us fully.

Haywire walks to the bridge, pitying Secoiya who might have to stay outside to man the HMG if needed. She also calls Deanna over her implanted commlink.

"Hey, Boss - everything ok?"

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There is a lengthy pause before she answers with a hoarse voice, "Yeah, I had to recall the aerial drones so I wouldn't lose them and my effective sensor range is a lot lower than I'd prefer."

The Delivery is attempting to hold position near the Bronze Coast, but the smaller vessel, is a lot more effected by the turbulent waves. Secoiya has strapped herself to the railing on the bow of the ship and she looks like a soaked - and very annoyed - cat keeping a watch with her hands ready on the machine gun.

Haywire's attention is pulled back to the minisub as the crane extends well past the ship's hull and lowers the submarine below the waves.

"One hour and counting and we'll head back home," Deanna says, her voice having apparently recovered.

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One hour... I'll believe it when they are safely back...poor Sec

Haywire winces, seeing Secoiya out there getting battered by the rain and waves.

I am glad to be a mage...

Haywire paces on the bridge, watching outside, switching between normal and astral perception.

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Twenty minutes pass by uneasily. The Captain won't stop talking with you as he stands there, hands leaning against the ship's controls looking out over the Bronze Coast's bow.

Secoiya's speaks through the commlink, "I swear to God I'm going to start firing randomly if some shit doesn't show up for me to kill already!"

On que, Deanna says, "I think we have contact due West, but I don't have a clear read."

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She can shoot the captain if he doesn't shut up soon.... Great, a contact...

Haywire activates her implanted commlink, and informs Deanna and Secoiya that she'll take a look in the astral.

"I'll do some quick astral recon."

So, don't rush me to the hospital when I don't react to your next inane comment.

The mage's body slumps down on her seat as her mind leaves it, and travels through the astral plane, westward, towards the contact.

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The contact is very hard to find in the middle of the storm, even on the astral plane, but eventually you find them bearing down on your position. There are six metahumans on board by Haywire’s count.

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Damn... six people... I hope Secoiya is happy to get so many targets.

With that sarcastic thought, Haywire returns to her body, to report her findings - to Deanna and Secoiya first, of course, using her encrypted commlink.

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Everything is not as it was when Haywire left to scout out the ship a few minutes ago. The bridge windows are covered with blast screens, she can’t hear the muffled sound and vibration of the ship’s engines, and there is the distinct feeling of the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of her head.

Haywire hears Brian’s voice coming from behind her, “don’t you move a fucking muscle or I’ll pull the trigger.� She can see the Captain sitting in a chair with the furious expression that only a Captain in the midst of a mutiny and Deanna’s voice comes over the commlink, “what’s going on in there, why’s the ship drifting?�

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Shit...

Haywire freezes upon feeling the muzzle at the back of her head. Using her implanted commlink, she mentally sends a message to Deanna and Secoiya, informing them that there's some sort of mutiny going on by Brian, and that he's holding a gun to her head.

"What do you want?"

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Secoiya instantly responds, her voice muffled by the storm, “what do you mean? The blast windows are down, I can’t see shit!� And then Deanna speaks over her, “what do yu mean a mutiny, who’s leading it? Shit, contact is getting closer and the ship’s a sitting duck without its engines.�

Meanwhile as Haywire’s coworkers speak through the commlink, Brian barks in response to her question, “I want you to keep your hands still so I know you ain’t casting shit. If I see you move your hands an inch, I swear to god I’ll splatter you all over the windows!�

His raving done he turns to the Captain, “You! Tie her hands behind the chair with your belt.�

As Bill slowly comes out of his chair to do as he is told, he can’t hold himself in anymore and screams, “what the hell are you doing bill! I gave you a job, I pay you well and you do this?! While my wife is underwater in the sub!! You ungrateful bastard!�

Haywire can feel the tension in the room building, and it feels a lot like the barrel of a gun pressing hard into the back of her head.

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Don't make him mad, you fool... your head is not the one he's pointing the gun at!

Haywire tenses, but doesn't move at all. She sends a feed from her cybereyes to Secoiya and Deanna though, and informs them through her commlink.

"It seems Brian is a traitor... could be working with the other guys that are arriving... I can't do anything while he's pointing the gun at my head..."

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“Shit!� Deanna exclaims. It’s not often that Haywire has heard her swear. “Can I take a shot at the contact if they get close and are being aggressive,� Sec asks.

“No, hold off until we know what’s going on,� Deanna says, “Haywire, can you ask him if the approaching ship is with him? I don’t want to just open fire and have him shoot you because of that… can you mind control him or something?�

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Yeah, and I can teleport too...

Haywire almost snorts, but answers Deanna through the commlink.

"No, I am a blaster, not a headcase."

Then she swallows and speaks to Brian.

"Hey... I've spotted a boat coming in... if those are friends of yours, you should inform the security outside, or it'll get shot at..."

And please don't shoot me...

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Brian says, "yeah, those are my guys. Tell your people if they shoot, I start shooting in here!"

Meanwhile Captain Bill is following instructions and tying Haywire's hands behind her chair with his belt.

Secoiya speaks over the commlink, "I'm going to check to see where everyone else, stay alive Haywire."

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Ok... let's hope he buys it...damn, not that thight, I need my hands.

Haywire winces at the belt biting in her wrists, then licks her lips nervously, speaking loudly while using her internal commlink to transmit the message.

"On that boat there are friends of Brian here, he wants me to tell you that if you shoot them he'll shoot me, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't, Sec, boss."

Haywire mentally curses while she waits on Brian's next move.

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After a quick series of tugs on the belt to make sure her hands are tied securely and seemingly satisfied, Brian backs up and points the gun at the Captain, “alright, you get back in your chair,� and then yells at Haywire, “and no funny stuff from you!�

As the Captain plants himself back in the seat Secoiya says, “the lock into the lower decks is locked. I can’t get to anyone else. Shit!� To add to the misery Deanna says, “contact is in visual range, they’ll be here any minute and the storm isn’t letting up. Good luck boarding this ship from a little boat in these waters.�