IC - Mad World

[arcanus]

Are these vehicles now gathered within sight of the Church?

Perception: 9 8 5 5 5 3 3 2 2 2 2 (5 hits)

They are parked further up the road on both ends

Also Necron will quickly check where Zuul is - thinking Slasher may be in the SUV or one of the vans.

Secondly the old robot will command Zuul to download everything on the gang boss' phone/palm pc to Black's phone immediately.

Matix perception to find slasher/zuul's location:
Computer+Analyse+2: 5 5 5 5 4 4 4 3 3 3 2 (4 hits)

Zuul is not in the local vicinity

Hacking+Edit to copy all the info (including calender appointments etc):
7 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 4 4 3 3 3 2 2 2 (8 hits)

Next Black will dial Angel's phone...

Zuul is encountering new forms of resistance.

The quiet of the Lutherian Church is disturbed by Angels rather archaic phone ringing.

[Black]

1. Can I tell what sort of resistance Zuul is up against?

2. Are the gathered opponents in the vans and SUV all human?

[arcanus]

1. Can I tell what sort of resistance Zuul is up against?

He reports that a SIM upgrade has enhanced the IC, introducing new layers of protection.

2. Are the gathered opponents in the vans and SUV all human?

They are all human.

[Black]

Ok!

Necron will reach out into the LTG and from a public phone/matrix terminal he will dial the rozzas.

An anonymous 'concerned citizen' will then inform the Lone Star control room person of "Two vans and an SUV whose occupants are acting suspiscously in the street outside the church where that nice Father Thomas was murdered last week. Oh and I think they may have guns, I'm sure I saw somethnig that looked like a gun."
"No ma'am, I don't know much about guns, I have no idea what sort but it looks like one of them big ones you see soldiers with on the trid."
"Just be quick, miss, it looks like they're getting ready to start something and I don't want that sort of thing on my street. Thank you!"

Having done that, Black will discreetly make his way to the roof tops where he will scan for and drone activity in the area (hopefully either Lone Star or a private security firm - Might just have to borrow me one of them!!)

[arcanus]

A face to face meeting was not good, more of a summoning than anything cordial, in normal circumstance the earthy brown of the Trollkillers gang colours would bring the required respect and fear from the locals. But not here, here the large gang were swimming with larger predators.

The Trollkillers leader mounted the stairs up to the third floor offices above resturant.
The gangers stepped into the room, the lights were dimmed but they could see some six for so figures, the leader sat behind a deck in front of the window.
The two figures flanking him, massively out of proportion, both cyber monsters.
The large bald man behind the deck drew their attention, the 'Colonel' as he was known, a bonafide officer in the Fort Lewis Metroplex guards, who also worked for the family.
Like most military men he didn't exchange pleasantries
"You fucked up again!" the accusation cut worse than a knife
"You sent four times the men and they outflanked you and took you apart, the Top Brass ain't happy, shouldn't even have involved them, but know" he let that hang
"So what'cha goin to do?" he demanded
The Trollkillers leader cleared his throat "We've absorbed some youngbloods, its a matter of rep now, take em down, hard, skin em, kill em" venom flowed, the 'Colonel' watched the outburst
"Make sure you do, and this is your last chance, before I clear house, can't have family business tarnished" it was a cold military statement but the Trollkillers could not mistake its meaning or intent.

As they filed out the 'Colonel' gave the look to one of his monsters, who nodded in understanding

It was later that night in the Trollkiller territory of Profanity Hill, in the Yesler District of Downtown that one of the gangers involved in the meeting was found with a four foot length of rebar suspending him by his chest from a flyover ferrocrete support.

[arcanus]

Hanson Alwitcher rubbed his eyes, for the first time in a week he'd slept deeply and recouped some of his strength, slept so deeply that he hadn't had the night terrors. He stumbled from bed, his vid phone flashed that he had eight messages, probably Voight and Angel checking up on him.
The room was pitch black, which was a welcome relief, soothing to a troubled brow, to eyes that didn't welcome light.
Blackout screens across the windows forming a barrier

Hanson sat down in his form-fitting arm chair, it was twelve years old but still did a decent job of contouring to his old back.
A frown crossed his brow, as a knock at his front door interrupted his peace.
Slowly he stood, stopping to pick his Predator before getting to the security screen, clicking it too life he looked through the camera looking at the form of his
old Star former partner Detective Tony Frier.

"Tone! what brings you around?" smiled Hanson
Frier's wan smile, crossed a troubled face.
"You okay Tone?" enquired Alwitcher as he ushered his friend in
"Not so bad Han, hows you" replied Tony
"First decent nights sleep I've had in a week" replied the PI, stretching
"Lucky bastard" replied Tony
"Kids keepin you up?" questioned Hanson
Tony rubbed his forehead wearily "Yeah keep seeing their faces"
Hanson silently nodded in unerstanding
Breaking the morbid silence, Hanson stood "Think I might have some quality Synth cafe"

[arcanus]

Moire almost sent her Starbucks skinny mocha latte flying across the coffeeshop table, her eyes unpleasantly watered before turning completely white.
The mans face was angular, he leaned in a predatory manner across a double bed, asleep within was a man and a woman, a couple married some thirteen years.
In a dream or nightmarish way the mans form seemed to stretch over the bed to the extent of merging with the shadows of the ceiling.
Other figures moved within the room, before moving forwards and seizing the pair, the wife dragged from her rest and from the room, the husband held the awful realisation that he would never see her again.
The husbands mind stretched and bent, chips inserted into his datajack.

This time her hand caught the latte and sent it flying over a suited wageslaves leg "NO" she roared

[arcanus]

Hanson Alwitcher stumbled, almost banging his head against his kitchen units.
"Jesus H Christ" he hissed, as another bolt surged across his frontal lobe, this was the fourth time in two weeks this had happened.
Hanson stopped, the previous three times his life had been threatened, often from unexpected quarters, moving the the kitchen door he peered through crack of the door. Tony was sitting, rubbing his temples, 'Hanson's eyes narrowed, this was one of his oldest friends, but his head and guts were killing him, which told him something.

Hanson reached up to the top shelf of one of his units and silently drew his reserve pistol, he detected movement from the room.
Again he moved to the crack of the door, his own movements masked by the steam of the kettle, 'Tony' had stood, as if deciding what too do next, his face torn by conflict.
Hanson swung around the door he put two rounds into 'Tony's head, another three into his trunk, his former partner stumbled, his eyes wide, Hanson followed through putting a further round into his head until 'Tony' dropped.
Before he did he swept his Ares Ultra around the room, changing his gel round clip to real ammo, he quickly scouted the apartment before returning and cuffing 'Tony'.
"Sorry pal, but a lot of weird shits going down and somehow your part of it!" Hanson sat down and looked at his friends unconcious form, something was wrong with 'Tony' and he was unsure of what.

[arcanus]

<This is The Port of Seattle Harbourmaster to the Elliot Bay Lifeboat, we have a pleasure yacht and two unidentified vessels caught in a sudden squall, mid sound, request launch>

[Port of Seattle Harbourmaster we have weather drone confirmation of paranormal activity on the Sound, request UCAS Coastguard referral]

<Everett Coastguard we have three private vessels in distress, request Clipper assistance, Pacific Weather Monitoring Drones have identified unnatural and hostile weather patterns, lifeboats endangered in attempting rescue>

{Lonestar Port Patrol this is the UCASS Bastion, we are one hour away from interdiction, please confirm as too whether you are in proximity to assist}

(This is Lonestar patrol vessel 'Zulu' we have interception range from Port Orchard waters, we are able to respond)

[arcanus]

The ‘Tokamac’ was a 40 meter Stern trawler, her bow rose some two meters as she crashed across the now turbulent waters of ‘Puget Sound’.
Newly appointed captain ‘Yang Ong’ squinted through the spray, this was like being out in the middle of the Atlantic not some oceanic bay, and more to the point where had this storm suddenly come from.
‘Ong’ had very little sailing experience, however his ‘Xian Labs’ skillsoft was working wonders, his helmsman, rotated the wheel to keep the ship on course, according to its sensors.

怎回事! (What the hell is going on!) barked Ong, as one of his Octagon Soldiers stumble through the cabin door
人在船外 (Man Overboard) shouted the soldier
什 (What?) bellowed Ong in return over the roar of the sea
宗的消失 (Zong’s disappeared) shouted the soldier in reply
死的蠢! (Fucking idiot) muttered Ong, shaking his head
那是什？ (What was that?) said the helmsmen in the midst of the roar
The clanging noise terminated in its source, a hi-ex grenade hitting the exhaust of the engine and tearing the ‘Tokamac’ apart.

Lightning streamed from the mana ladened storm clouds turned the churning waters into steam, a scant few meters from the second Trawlers bow.
‘Zhao Mien Lin’ peered through the squall, his soldiers piloting the bridge of the ‘Barracuda’, shrunk as the ‘Tokamac’ erupted.
地 (Hell) swore Lin, 什那? (What did that?) he barked
生波探器正北部! (Sonar reading due North East!) hurriedly replied his helmsman
在它以后得到! (GET AFTER IT!) he roared