Once again, our old friend Murphy (as in Murphy’s Law) decided to visit his favorite group of damage sponges. Well, with the help of our great and wicked GM, of course.
Anyway, as this week’s session opened, four of our intrepid “heroes” were caught by C-Swat (Cyber-Swat, for those who don’t know) at the self-storage facility, with an officially kidnapped “victim” in the back of their SUV, a load of questionably- (ok, let’s be honest, illegaly-) obtained military-grade hardware in the back of a panel truck, and a reputed “cyber psycho” among them. The other two, the most unhealthy (read: wounded/damaged/shot-up) of the bunch, were in separate medical facilities, both with several days of healing still in their immediate future.
Things at the storage facility quickly went full-throttle. The resident medic, Brennan, gave the “hostage” the ultimatum of “either I open the door and execute you, or I open the door and you run your ass outta here” (to paraphrase), to which the only response was silence. Upon opening the door to the SUV, the scene that greeted our “medic” was one of a mostly naked female victim who had apparently (to anyone just setting eyes on her) just been beaten, tortured and raped. Let’s keep in mind, at the end of last session, said “victim” was fully dressed, had NOT been tortured, was still fully clothed (albeit more than a little on the ragged side), and had managed to double-kick Brennan in the head with a pair of heel spikes. Anyway, at about the time the ultimatum was given, Wally raced the panel truck in reverse to the team’s storage shed, slammed on the brakes, and the pallets of illegal hardware spilled out into the parking lot (yeah, the roll-up door on the truck was open), just outside of the shed. Now, being that the “hostage” was apparently not willing to take the “run your ass outta here” option, Brennan followed through on his threat and put a bullet through her head. In the process of checking her for phones/tracking devices/whatnot, Brennan discovered a note beneath the body “begging” for the team to “please take this key (the one in her pocket), get the bag in the locker at the mall, and get it to the six children living beneath the Gibson Bridge… without it, they won’t survive.” The team then piled into the SUV, strapped in, and prepared to take off.
Meanwhile, across town, our pair of resident invalid mercenaries were each being moved on in their respective hospital rooms. Mike, at St Catharine’s, was strapped to a gurney, gagged, and wheeled out of his room by what looked to be an orderly. After raising what little ruckus he could, Mike was informed by his “escort” that he could either “shut up or be dead… Mr Watanabe doesn’t much care which.” Oh, goodie… Arasaka still has a hardon for our team of misfits. Yay. En route to the elevator, a security guard came trotting up the hall to stop the man wheeling the gurney, only to receive a bullet to the head for his trouble. Said guard was then stuffed into the undercarriage of the gurney, covered with a sheet, and the gurney continued to the elevator. Once the elevator reached the rooftop helipad, Mike and the unfortunate guard were wheeled into a waiting AV. The short version of the ensuing rescue is that Doctor Lillian Swan, Mike’s (until now, it would seem) would-be girlfriend, had taken the pilot’s place and dumped a very surprised kidnapper out the rear loading hatch of an airborne AV at something close to 1000 feet. Kidnapping officially averted.
However, at Night City General, Adrianna wasn’t faring quite as well. After a rather brief and brutal attack in her hospital room by a knife-wielding assailant dressed as a doctor, Adrianna lost consciousness and was pronounced dead, tagged, and placed in the morgue for storage. The official report would be that the attack was politically-motivated. Some time later, she awoke on the cold metal slab of a refrigerated morgue locker. Eventually, a very wounded Adrianna snuck out of the morgue, into the loading docks, and hotwired a panel truck to make her escape.
Back at the storage facility, C-Swat had taken up positions for intersecting lines of fire on our would-be fugitives, and opened fire, both with heavy caliber gunfire and a grenade that landed “perfectly” amid the pile of illegal hardwar (consisting of weapons, ammunition, and an assortment of grenades/explosives). Daredevil and driver extraordinaire Wally Leads gunned his rolling behemoth, “Ol’ Beastly”, out of the storage unit, over/through the pile of burning debris, straight at two C-Swat officers and over the spike-strips-on-steroids. After diving for cover, the two officers proceeded to hose the rear end of Wally’s SUV with 15mm rounds (thankfully, the armor held up to the first barrage), while the spike strips got wound up around the solid 33-inch run-flat tires on Ol’ Beastly. From there, Wally managed to turn the three-plus tons of SUV into a giant pinball, bouncing it off a pair of storage units, between two steel barrier posts at the entrance, and careening off the rear bumper of an armored Police truck. Oh, and there was another spike strip that got added to the first one, effectively shredding both front tires as they raced off in search of a convenient hiding spot.
Thanks to Laura’s (the “cyber-psycho”) rapid-trans skills, the team made an impromptu (and messy) entrance into the warehouse/“surgical facility” of a local ripperdoc. After a couple of quickly placed phone calls and a pair of rather hefty bribes, new wheels/tires were delivered to the warehouse and the body in the back of the SUV was disposed of. While at their very temporary and short-lived hidey hole, the team learned of Adrianna’s untimely (and greatly exaggerated) demise. During the process of rifling through the hostage’s affects, Brennan discovered (and “surgically” removed) a phone that had apparently been transmitting a traceable cell-phone signal the entire time. Time to once again get the hell outta Dodge. With new tires in place, the team made for a new hideout (of Laura’s choosing), under the Gibson Bridge (yep… wait for it).
About the time the team was finding a place to park their somewhat battered SUV underneath the bridge, the hotwired panel truck that Adrianna had made her escape in was breaking down ON the bridge. Oddly enough (or perhaps the police had simply stepped up their presence in the area following a kidnapping and 6-car pileup on that same bridge just hours earlier), a NCPD cruiser pulled up behind the disabled truck, “interviewed” a scantily-clad (wrapped in a too-small hospital gown) Adrianna, and after checking her story they delivered her to St Catherine’s, her intended destination in the first place.
While setting up camp in the shanty-town beneath the Gibson Bridge, Laura and Brennan watched as two apparent gang members accosted a young, 8-ish year old girl. When it looked as if the pair were only interested in taking the child’s food and/or other belongings, Brennan attempted to restrain Laura from intervening, rationalizing that the team could give the child more food after the gangers had gone, and that a low profile was what they desperately needed at the moment. However, once it became painfully clear that the pair of gangers had more nefarious intentions towards the girl (read: probable rape/assault), Brennan joined Laura in attempting to rescue the child. As they approached the trio, Wally climbed into Ol’ Beastly and fired her up, waiting for the appropriate opening. When Laura leg-swept the pair of gangers, Brennan scooped up the frightened child, and Wally proceeded to “park” his rolling behemoth atop the two would-be rapists.
Wally: “Search these guys… they got anything on em?”
Laura: “Yeah… a truck.”
While Brennan, Tek and Wally surveyed the damage and did a cursory check, Laura tracked the girl back through a maze of cardboard lean-to’s and debris to a group of what appeared to be brothers and sisters, one of whom (little Timmy… yes, we know, “little Timmy fell under the bridge!”) was obviously sick and in dire need of medical attention. No matter how Laura argued and tried to persuade the children to follow her back to the truck, just so Brennan could assess Timmy’s condition, the six children (remember the note from a couple paragraphs up?) refused to leave their “home”, because Molly, their “mom” would be back and would be looking for them. Laura promised the children that she’d wait for them back at the truck, should they change their minds, and went back to inform Brennan and the others of what she’d found and learned. Brennan, immediately recognizing the details of the note scrawled by their “hostage” from earlier in the day (the one he’d executed and cremated), opted to keep the potentially incenciary information concerning Molly’s identity to himself.
Meanwhile, as Doctor Swann (Lillian) showed Mike a news clip of traffic cam footage, clearly showing Laura tackling and (“psychotically”) assaulting a female motorcyclist, followed by “resistance leader Wally Leads and an unknown assistant loading the unconscious female victim into a waiting getaway vehicle,” an extremely haggard and bloodied Adrianna was delivered to St Catherine’s and subsequently reunited with a very pleasantly shocked Mike. Shortly thereafter, Lillian returned with a set of keys to an SUV that had been delivered by one of the Amerindians (the rental vehicle Mike had driven to Yosemite, with his and Adrianna’s duffel bags of hardware in it), pursuant to a call Mike had made to the Nightfeather brothers earlier that day.
It was about that time that the team under the bridge noticed a series of fires (probably bon-fires or burn barrels) along the ground beneath the bridge, with a growing number of silhouettes gathering around them. Shortly thereafter, the silhouettes then began to converge on the team’s location, armed with torches/molotovs/clubs/knives/etc, with the obvious intent of defending their turf and reasserting their dominance over the area. As Brennan and Laura briefly debated their options, Mike called to deliver the news that Adrianna was in fact alive, at which time Brennan reported that they were about to “go to war with a street gang under the bridge.”
So, the mostly healthy members of the team are currently under the Gibson Bridge, about to take on a half-assed street gang that outnumbers them ten-to-one, with almost no weapons and less amunition, while the beat-up invalid combat operatives are stuck in a hospital twenty-odd blocks away, with a not-so-small arsenal at their disposal and no way to rescue their team. Aaahh, I love the smell of irony in the city.
End of session.