Ooh, ooh, ooh//We called it off again last night//But ooh, ooh, ooh//This time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you
INSIDE THE OFFICE BUILDING
TIME STAMP wrote:
//Location: Downtown Puyallup/Seattle Metroplex/UCAS
//Time: <1135:00/2075-01-18> Combat round OVER
//Weather: <Heavy Overcast, Light Snow, 1C, Wind N 8kph, feels like -6C>
//Air Quality: <Monthly Average: Moderate (Yellow), Precipitation pH 2.6>
There is no report or commotion or anything to indicate activity inside the building. Mulpa is silent. Is it time to worry?
Wraith's data suggest that there is no hidden exit, and the team's survey of the area more or less confirms that. Still, they could have iced him quietly and just tucked him away in a corner.
Time has passed, but is it too much time yet? What's the play?
A NEARBY STAKEOUT
The aircraft fly past the downtown area and out of view. They appeared to slow and bank towards a landing to the south of the city core. Hard to tell where exactly.
As Stygge considers the cryptic message from her contact, the determination is that his message is probably genuine, but very problematic. Two reasons: the wannabe medic is not dumb, but he's not naturally deceitful, and him knowing about the run on his own is highly unlikely...so someone is probably feeding him info hoping he'll sincerely use it.*
Shrike heads outside first, Stygge a little bit later. Then Wraith when the other elf returns. They cycle like this for a while.
It's a diner. It's morning. There's multiple factories and industrial areas close by. No one wants to pry, especially with Bushwack hanging around. "I don't know about you,"
one of the patrons says to his companion at a booth nearby (near enough for the Runners to hear without effort), "but I remember when this place wasn't so full of those pointy ears."
His companion however responds, "Ain't worse off now though, seems like no matter who lives here, problems come from them rich corporate types. If you ask me anyways. Them's folks clearly waiting for trucks or honest work."
he says, feeling like he's won a point in an ongoing argument. To drive it home he says again, "If you ask me anyways."
The sky lightens a little eventually, but it's still a solid ceiling of grey clouds. It feels oppressive. The swirl of shitty snow doesn't help either.
Stygge is outside meandering along. She doesn't look out of place--she manages to seem to be enough on-task that people don't wonder why she's wandering. She hears two helicopters lift off, her enhanced audio easily noticing the distinctive sound. They are not the same little escort choppers as before, these area bigger. They are too far for her to ID the make and model. Certainly big enough for passengers, but not cargo. They fly almost completely vertically and disappear into the opaque clouds overhead.
She's on her way back to the diner when she sees the two new choppers come barreling down out of the sky, some sort of something dampening their sound. They do a quick nose up maneuver. Three or four black clad operators drop from the side of each chopper onto the roof of the scone factory. The helos resume motion, they practically never stopped moving forward, and with minimal noise. Stygge recognizes professional flying, these pilots are hot shit.
Wraith, Shrike and Bushwack are inside, so they miss the drop off, but they all see the choppers zooming off, returning to the clouds overhead.
A few seconds later, there might be suppressed gunfire in the building. Followed by clearly un-suppressed gunfire. There is a muted flash of a blue light that can only be magic, it lights up the second floor of the office. The heat signature of the trailers spikes for a moment. Activity must be centered inside, not much is visible in any of the windows. There's gunfire and commotion from the factory proper too.
It would take less than 30 seconds to reach the factory compound. A minute or two to reach the concrete plant.
And those good ol' boys chatting about how racist they are or are not, well they start acting real funny. Bushwack has seen similar reactions when a clean junkie takes that first hit after years. Sort of a wash of ecstasy over their faces, then they kind of go blank. Like they're waiting for instructions.
What the frag are you going to do now?
*Super nerdy here, but this is basically how Saruman tried to use Radagast to convince Gandalf to go to Orthanc.