Hmm… Elena called. looks like I’ve got work again. I kinda don’t wanna go ‘cuz I’m watchin my shows and my rent’s already good… but maybe if I go I can chat up her borgy buddy….
Geeze this weather sucks. Fortunately I was able to get Enrique on the line for a ride. Pitts is here, and so is this other dude, turns out his name is Jonny and he can… invisi-jump? teleport? anyway, there’s this lady what calls herself ‘mon-ami’, which seems weird considering she doesn’t look french and she’s like, hyper aggressive. She’s apparently trying to get out of town. can’t imagine why though.
Elena wants us to track down this UAW creep, “Rutherford”. Seems like Monami is pretty good at the Hyper-fu, she’s calling up all kinds of stuff. Johnny and Pitts are tryin’ to figure how to take the car. See, we gotta do this gentle like, so we don’t kill teh guy and wreck his TAP. I’m tryin’ to think back to my RCGF training, but they don’t really cover not killing the guys in the other vehicle.
‘Chuck’ is our driver for tonight. Dude’s got this tricked out Chevy 6500 quad-cab on a lift kit with armored wheels. He’s pretty great at driving it, so I’m sure this will work out well…. but apparently not: we just lost the signal.
Somebody beat us to him. Looks like they didn’t’ want the briefcase though: Johnny found an arm and a briefcase, but no Rutherford. There’s a blood trail. The nights getting dark and I can barely see out here. Now we’ve got to follow a blood trail and hope it leads to a still-breathing Rutherford. And to think like two hours ago I was annoyed that we had to avoid killing him. now we’ve got to try and save him from whatever grisly fate he’s headed for.
We can hear him from down the road. They’re fucking him up. time to dismount and teach tme not to fuck with… well… I guess, miss Elena’s plans. or something.
Low. quick. silent. The stairs are slick, but my nerves are like steel. I make it to the roof and they have not clue that I’m watching them like angel of death. When the rains come they will be like fires from the heavens cleansing their accursed souls…
the staccato burst of a heavy machine gun followed by the scream of a gyroc round. A sickening crunch and a sray of shot and teeth. This is over. I should probably keep better inventory of my med supplies. Ruthie is dead, but Monami got the data… I hope. The trip back to Snake Bar is uneventful. I definitely need to do something about transporting this rifles though. Maybe some sort of case, something that looks like something else.
Ms Elena paid 1500 ((+4 XP)) for the nights work. not bad. If this keeps up I can get a nicer place. I wonder if Gustavo will buy that AGA 12 off me… Johnny, Pitts and me discussed a spot to lock up our gear, a base of operations as it were. I think I’ll spend some time scoping one out. Gotta be someplace that can get decent net-access.