SLA Industries: Hunting the Machine

[Dog Pants]

Wa cha be wan wid us babylon?

[Roman Totale]

Dirk will address the blinged up one directly.

I understand that your group recently encountered some problems with certain sellers of restricted materials - an encounter that didn't end particularly well. I'm wondering if the thought of exacting a bit of payback might appeal to you?

[Dog Pants]

Dem jencro be nuff trouble Baald 'ead. Las time a bredda link up im ketch im dead. I an I waan vank dem bait, but de Fixer nah waana bring daan de bodderayshun. Yu cyan chat a 'im, but he eaz be haad.

[Roman Totale]

Well quite. Listen if he's not interested that's fine, but the offer will expire shortly. Here's my number if he changes his mind.

Persuasion: 2,10,+5 = 17 (should probably have done that first)

[The Shutting Downs]

I wil be away visiting family for the week, so feel free to autopilot Eraser (currently with Hal)

I will put in what I can when I have interwebs, but I will have no access to my sheet

[Dog Pants]

Takes longer than a week to move things on here

Irie. I an I gwan chat wi da Fixer an' see wa 'im say.

He gestures to his boys who produce a clapped out car from a side alley and they clank off.

[Roman Totale]

I'll go and meet up with the others at the plant.

[Dog Pants]

With the Snappers in place at the meeting and the Jos chewing the fat, it's probably worth putting your plans together for what you're going to do, since the meeting time is imminent.

[Joose]

I say we wait, see what happens whilst hiding in the shadows. If it looks like they might lead us back to their sekrit lair somehow, we go with that. If it looks like things might go bad, we put bullets into them and see what we can deduce from their corpses.

[deject]

I say we wait, see what happens whilst hiding in the shadows. If it looks like they might lead us back to their sekrit lair somehow, we go with that. If it looks like things might go bad, we put bullets into them and see what we can deduce from their corpses.

I like this plan.

[Dog Pants]

Anyone fancy an impromptu Tactics roll?

[deject]

GRIMMMMMIIIIEEEEER

[Dog Pants]

Moving on then. A beat up looking armoured van (common for shipping goods short distances around Mort) pulls up at the entrance to the place and a squad of Snappers, Keane included, file out. They enter, with two of the lighter armoured ones staying outside the door.

[Dog Pants]

Ten minutes or so pass, and at some signal you aren't aware of the Snappers outside the door suddenly rush into the building. Seconds later those nearby hear the rattling of automatic fire, underpinned by the rhythmic thumping of automatic shotguns.

[Roman Totale]

Oh. Oh! I think that shit is "getting real" as they say. Shall we follow behind them, or try and find a back entrance?

Grimmie, we needed your delicious tic tacs

[deject]

Well that doesn't sound all that good. I shall rush over to see what/where/why the action is.

[Dog Pants]

As you get to the door the gunfire has died off to sporadic bursts. It's a big place in there with junk and debris strewn liberally, but you can see hulking armoured Snappers moving about and a number of bodies on the ground. There seems to be a little return fire coming from a couple of retreating figures in the distance at the far end of the building, heading for another external door. The Snappers are firing at them but mostly hitting cover.

[Joose]

I'm thinking we need to follow the fleeing dudes. I'm going to get into my shiny sports car in the vague hope there might be a chase involved.

[Dog Pants]

The figures dive out through the back door, and the sound of an old van can be heard firing up behind the building.

[Joose]

Joosemobile away!