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>>36167287

Things got even stranger once you reached the location - a Korinyx compund, three empty warehouses inside a concrete fence topped with razor wire. Light are on, but nobody's home. Just when you were about to leave, you caught a recorded radio broadcast from Davey that cut off suddenly.

Then you found the dead security guard, probably killed accidentally during an interrogation by someone still adjusting to having a cybernetic arm.

Now you're standing in a security office built into one wall of a large warehouse, your hand on a bloodied switch as you watch the floor open up, segments cleanly sliding away to reveal the entrance to a hidden basement.

Yes, you hit the big red button.

>Too spooky - You're getting out while the getting's good
>Get back on your bike and investigate
>Just keep watching from here
>Update Paul on the situation
>Write In

>>36167344
>Update Paul on the situation

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>>36167344
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LAST SESSION STATS:

Phone Numbers Obtained: None
Delivery Completed: None [Progress On: The Old Man And The Look-See]
Bonus Objectives Fulfilled: Backflip; Ramming Speed; Message In A Bottle; What Happened Here?; Littlest Boss; CSI: The City
Bonus Objectives Missed: 2Spook; Calling Into The Night; Question The System

>>36167344
>>Get back on your bike and investigate

>>36167344
>>Update Paul on the situation
>Get back on your bike and investigate

>>36167344
>Update Paul on the situation

>>36167344
>Get back on your bike and investigate
i thought the whole floor opened up and we fell in last thread

>>36167344
>>Update Paul on the situation
>Get back on your bike and investigate
Slowly

>>36167344
>>Get back on your bike and investigate
>>Update Paul on the situation

>>36167344
>>Get back on your bike and investigate

>>36167344

"Don't tell me," Paul says through the speaker in your helmet, "part of the warehouse floor is sliding back, revealing a ramp or some such? It's probably big enough to drive a delivery truck into."

"How the hell did you know?" you ask him as you step over the guard's dead body. Opening the floor is a giant warning to everyone underneath, so you'd better get down there before they have time to respond.

"Your donuts gave it away," he tells you as you run down the stairs, "there's a line on the floor where scuff marks stop, and I probably never would have noticed if your skidmarks didn't go right over it. The floor is worn by vehicle traffic right up to the lip of the ramp, but the part that hides the ramp isn't scuffed to match."

Well that's pretty neat, you think, but you'd have found the hatch anyway in a few seconds of pushing random buttons without him jabbering in your ear. Well, it filled in the few seconds it took you to run back to your bike - it's not that bad.

But if he starts it while you're in the middle of something delicate, you're going to make sure he has a lot less of that pretty white hair afterward.

You swing one leg over your motorcycle and turn the key. No way you'd have a digital locking system on your steed - much too easily hacked. You try to keep it as mechanical as possible.

You understand mechanics.

>Speed down the ramp - Got to take them by surprise
>Go cautiously - You don't know what's down there
>On second thought, go on foot - A motorcycle isn't exactly stealthy
>Write In

>>36168401
>>Go cautiously - You don't know what's down there

>>36168401
>>Speed down the ramp - Got to take them by surprise
The charge of the light cavalry.

>>36168401
>Speed down the ramp - Got to take them by surprise

>>36168401
>Go cautiously - You don't know what's down there

Eh fuck it changing >>36168449 to
>Speed down the ramp - Got to take them by surprise

Lets get the ball rolling

>>36168401
>>Speed down the ramp - Got to take them by surprise

>>36168401
>>Speed down the ramp - Got to take them by surprise

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>>36168401

After the noise and vibration the floor made sliding back, you're not sure that going quietly will accomplish anything. They know someone's coming already, might as well come quickly.

You rocket forward on your bike.

The ramp opens before you. You can see concrete pillars along the sides at intervals, and every so often one has a sodium light on it, throwing its orange glow into the dark tunnel. And then, you're driving down it at breakneck speed, turning into the curve as your engine's roars echo down the giant corkscrew. It's a wide, gentle descent along the constantly curving road, concrete walls on either side. Earth is probably packed away behind the walls, or maybe they're just walling off unused underground space.

Most of the city has holes of one sort or another under it.

You wonder what kind of rodents live in this one.

Your helmet's radio is picking up some sort of signal on the public band, but it sounds like a badly played kazzoo, just strange whistling noises and harmonic buzzing. You shut it off after a few seconds - it's kinda creepy.

Suddenly, you hear the deep rumbling of another, larger engine, coming from further down the spiral road. It might be getting closer?

>Get in the middle of the road, ready to ram it. Speed up.
>Stick close to the inner edge of the spiral. Slow down.
>Stop your motorcycle and listen. Stop completely.

>>36170254
>Stick close to the inner edge of the spiral. Slow down.

>>36170254
>Stick close to the inner edge of the spiral. Slow down.
that sound was probably something...
some kind of code? a hail?

>>36170254
>>Stick close to the inner edge of the spiral. Slow down.

>>36170254
>>Stick close to the inner edge of the spiral. Slow down.

>>36170254
>>Stick close to the inner edge of the spiral. Slow down.

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>>36170254

You nudge your motorcycle over next to the central wall, slowing down. It feels pretty risky, even at the lowered speed, since you're leaning into the curve hard enough your helmet is inches from the wall itself.

With all the echoes in the spiral, you can't tell whether the deeper engine is driving toward you, or whether it's staying in the same spot, and you're just getting closer to it.

Two turns of the spiral later, a few more sodium lights flashing into view and fading behind you, you don't have to wonder anymore.

The good news is that you can see the exit.

There's bad news too. A van is turned diagonally across the entrance, and it looks like the driver is trying to turn it all the way, to serve as a barrier. But you got here too quickly.

You're glad you're on the inside track - it gives you plenty of options.

>Shoot the gap between the van and the wall
>Put your front wheel through the front window
>Stop short, and fill the driver with bullets
>Write In

>>36171252
>>Shoot the gap between the van and the wall

>>36171252
>>Shoot the gap between the van and the wall
Time to show our moves.

>>36171252
>>Put your front wheel through the front window

>>36171252
>>Put your front wheel through the front window

>>36171252
>Shoot the gap between the van and the wall
yell something to the driver about your brand new paintjob getting ruined
y/n?

>>36171252
>Shoot the gap between the van and the wall

So I ran across this the other day, figured it was relevant to a certain scene: (NSFW): http://i.imgur.com/E4NvcGu.jpg

>>36171799
neat

>>36171799
Well I thought about a certain episode of Golden Boy as relevant to said scene.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-kkwPTc8Jg

>>36171252

The van is nondescript to the point of being a masterpiece. You wonder how fresh it's paint is, or if it's hot. It's riding light - you can tell by how easily the driver turns it.

The windshield reflects the light of one of the sodium lamps into your eyes.

Of course, your visor prevents it from dazzling you as you hug the inner wall, shooting past the front of the van.

"Trying to scratch my paint, asshole?" you yell at the driver as you fly by. Of course, in a small concrete space with two powerful engines roaring, who knows if the driver heard, but it's the thought that counts.

Now that you're past the roadblock you can see further into the underground room beyond. Tipped over or half-smashed worklights cast crazy shadows across everything, or throw a close range spotlight onto some single object.

There are a bunch of four or five foot high cubes scattered around, connected to each other and to a central bank of computers by a thick rope of cabling. The few that are turned toward you show some blinking lights and displays.

Everything else is a mess. You can see dead bodies, most of them wearing lab coats, crumpled in all kinds of unnatural positions. Some of the cubes are splashed with blood, and there's the same familiar tang of blood in the cold air.

Fuck.

Looks like one large room down here, maybe an unused and forgotten subway ending. You can dimly make out what looks like stacks of shipping containers at the far left end, and four or five of them arranged like daisy petals in a circle to your right.

There could be anything in the shadows.

>Twist in the saddle and shoot the driver
>Go right to look for Davey
>Go left to look for Davey
>Check out the darkest shadows

Additional options (mutually exclusive, but can be done in addition to the above):

>Radio hail
>Update Paul

>>36172436
>Twist in the saddle and shoot the driver
Eh fuck this guy.

>>36172436
>Go right to look for Davey
>Radio hail

>>36172436
>>Go right to look for Davey
>Update Paul

>>36172436
Gimme some d10s, too.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>36172436

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36172436
>Go right to look for Davey
>Update Paul

>>36172541

>>36172436
>>Twist in the saddle and shoot the driver
>Update Paul

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36172541

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>36172541

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>36172531
>>36172436

>>36172436
>>Go right to look for Davey
>>Update Paul

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36172436
>Twist in the saddle and shoot the driver
>Go right to look for Davey
>Update Paul

Can we turn on our headlight if we have one? Also, I think we may have to shift to, "shoot everything that's not Davey" mode if we want to survive.

>>36172948
how do we know which one is Davey?

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>>36172948
I feel like this is enough of a clusterfuck, and we have so few clues what's going on, that we probably shouldn't shoot anyone.

>>36173091
seconded

flicking is still violent, but I agree.

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>>36172436

You think for just a second about twisting around and taking a couple of shots at the driver, but decide that exploring the room it more important. The bike's wheels screech as you turn sharply right, its headlight piercing the gloom.

"Paul," you say into your helmet's mike as you lean into the turn. For once, he's not ready with a comeback, and you try again: "Come in, Paul."

Nothing. You must be too deep underground to get a good signal.

The the shooting starts. You duck instinctively, pressing yourself down against your roaring motorcycle. You take a quick look, and see muzzle flashes from a figure standing atop the central bank of computers.

Strangely enough, it's not targeting you, but shooting at the corner of one of the shipping containters ahead of you. Looks like you've stumbled into the middle of something big here. You'd bet those cubes are Important (with a capital "I") to somebody.

You see a muzzle flash ahead of you, from atop one of the shipping containers you're zooming toward. This time, it is your problem - they're gunning for you. You zig and you zag, but the shooter's getting the range.

>Kill your lights, try to get out of sight on the bike
>Jump from the bike while in a patch of shadow - Hopefully they'll keep shooting at it
>Keep going - The faster you go, the shorter window of time they have to shoot you
>Write In

Additional options:

>Radio hail

>>36173509
>Keep going - The faster you go, the shorter window of time they have to shoot you
Gotta Go Fast

>>36173509
>Kill your lights, try to get out of sight on the bike

>>36173509
>>Jump from the bike while in a patch of shadow - Hopefully they'll keep shooting at it
>>Radio hail
"Davey? Davey?"

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>36173509
>Keep going - The faster you go, the shorter window of time they have to shoot you
>Radio hail

>>36173509
>>Keep going - The faster you go, the shorter window of time they have to shoot you
>Radio hail

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>36173509

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>36173509
>>Keep going - The faster you go, the shorter window of time they have to shoot you
>Radio hail
Davey? Davey?

Davey are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay Davy? You've been hit by a smooth courier

>>36173509
> Radio hail

"The system answered and it said 'God damn it quit shooting the girl on the motorcycle'!"

"Open the container doors, Courier"

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Davey."

>>36174254
Kek

Davey, Davey. Give me your answer do~

>>36173509
The faster you go, the shorter amount of time they have to shoot you, right?

So you go fast.

The roar of your bike's engine echoes off the concrete walls of the room as it shoots forward, straight toward the circular array of shipping containers.

Right at someone trying to shoot you.

Honestly, you could have thought this through a little more, you think as a bullet slams into your shoulder. You're lucky to be wearing your reinforced biking jacket, but your blood runs cold when you remember your legs are only protected by jeans.

The surge of adrenaline give you focus, and you guide the bike straight into the open end of the shipping container, ripping through two thicknesses of tough plastic sheeting.

You bowl through the equipment inside, bike slamming through a big table, a bunch of other stuff, and into a couple of large plastic chests before hitting the far wall of the container.

Your head is pounding, your shoulder feels like you took a kick from a mule, and you and your motorcycle are lying in a pile of whatever the hell they had in this container. It's dark in here - you don't have a clue.

But nothing's stopping you from switching you radio to the public band and sending out a hail while you try to claw your way out of this pile of crap.

As soon as you hit the public band, you start hearing those weird squeaks and blips again, but louder. It sounds almost like some kind of animal call.

"Calling all old guys stuck in a crossfire," you say, levering the bike off of your leg, "are you okay? I've come to get you."

>>36174874

The squeaks start squawking as if responding to you, and you turn the volume down to keep them from driving you crazy. You stand up shakily, all the soreness from your earlier misadventure with the police coming back in full force.

You've never felt so stiff.

There's someone on top of this crate who just tried to kill you, and there's a lot less room for error inside the container. You won't be able to do anything with your bike in the time you probably have, so you try to take stock of your surrounding.

At least your eyes are getting used to the lack of light.

There's stuff everywhere. Scalpels, forceps, bandages - it looks like you crashed into an operating room, and through the table. There's even one of those jointed light things hanging from the ceiling.

You're not sure how much time you have before the shooter drops down from the roof into the open door, and Davey still hasn't answered.

>Hide behind the overturned operating table
>Prepare to heave a plastic chest of medical supplies at the attacker
>Prepare to blind the attacker with the operating theater light
>Write In

Additional option:

>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for the kill
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'
>Don't shoot them, just run

>>36174896
>Prepare to blind the attacker with the operating theater light
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'

>>36174896
>>Prepare to heave a plastic chest of medical supplies at the attacker
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'

>>36174896
>Prepare to heave a plastic chest of medical supplies at the attacker
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'

Aim for the legs/knees I guess?

>>36174896
>>Prepare to blind the attacker with the operating theater light
And let's make sure we're not standing behind the light, because we don't want to catch more bullets.
>>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'

>>36175031
Fuck no, I didn't want that. Use the operating theatre light.

>>36174896
Forgot to ask for d10s again. Silly me.

>>36174896
>Prepare to blind the attacker with the operating theater light
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for the kill

>>36174896
>>Prepare to blind the attacker with the operating theater light
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>36174896
>Prepare to heave a plastic chest of medical supplies at the attacker
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'
>>36175058

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>36175058

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>36174896

>>36174930
>>36174940
>>36175031
>>36175037
>>36175079

Honestly curious, why you guys going for less lethal?

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36175058

>>36174896
>>Prepare to blind the attacker with the operating theater light
>Shoot the attacker after executing the choice from the first set of options - Go for 'less lethal'

>>36175090
Me, just in case it is Davey. Unlikely, but we can't exactly take the shots back if it is.

>>36175090
In case its Davey

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>36175079
>>36174896

>>36175090
don't know what Davey looks like, for all we know, he could be participating in the shootout. It would be bad form to kill the man we are looking for

>>36175090
Interrogation
That guy probably knows what the fuck is happening

>>36175090
In case they know where Davey is

>>36175116
>>36175119
>>36175131
>>36175132
>>36175148
That makes sense, but you realize that a 'less lethal' shot on a heavily-augmented cyborg won't even slow it down?

If we shoot someone in their robotic arm, they're going to laugh it off and fuck us.

>>36175167
this cyborg was trained to fuck mouths
I am okay with this.

>>36175167
>fuck us

Fuck us up, I meant. That's what I get for staying up so late for this.

>>36175201
I liked it the other way.

>>36175189
maybe he transforms into a motorcycle.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36175058
Here you go.

>>36174896

"Calling all reckless motorcyclists," a voice says over the squawks on your radio, as you stand up and reach for the operating theater light. Damn, but your shoulder hurts, "you've got a cute voice, but it looks like you can't ride for shit. You use that cute mouth to make up for that too?"

He's trying to throw you off your game. You can't let him get to you. It's a psychological game.

That's what you tell yourself.

But you're still on the point of responding when another voice cuts across the airwaves.

"Pig," it says. A woman's voice, a hard voice, "you may look like a man, but you're just an animal."

Alright, there are at least two sides here, and you're not sure either of them is with Davey. At least, you hope the first voice isn't Davey - you can't imagine Paul working with someone like that anyway. You try to figure out what's going on as you point the light toward the door, crouch down, and wait. Your pistol is comfortingly heavy in your hand.

"Well at least I've got balls," the first speaker responds, "being a beast is better than not having a sack! Now, why don't you put that mouth to better use than slangin' me?"

You're so interested in this strange conversation that you almost forget to watch the container entrance.

Almost.

>>36175771

A dark figure drops from the roof, gripping the ledge with both hands and swinging into the container. You're ready for him, and flip on the light as he drops toward you.

Wow. You didn't expect it to be that bright. He startles, and stumbles as he lands, reaching to cover his eyes.

You bring up your pistol and shoot him in the arm. It's almost impossible to miss at this range, and your bullets smash through his elbow. He drops his submachine gun, screaming.

"I'm coming bullets!" you hear the human pig yell across the radio, "Open wide!"

A hail of shells shreds into the container, probably targeted on the silhouette lit by the bright light. You hit the floor a few seconds before the attacker does, and the light bursts into hot, sharp fragments that buzz around the container like pool balls after a good break break.

Fuckin' mercs.

>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
>GTFO instead

Additional options (not mutually exclusive):

>Fuck the guy up some more (just another joint or two, not an extended session)
>Grab his gun

>>36175788
>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
>Grab his gun

>>36175788
>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
>Grab his gun

>>36175788
>GTFO instead
>Grab his gun

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>>36175189

>use that cute mouth to make up for that?
>put that mouth to better use
>I'm coming... ...open wide!

Great, orally obsessed merc is canon now.

I hope you're happy with what you've done.

>>36175788
>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
"who's shooting on who and why?"
>Grab his gun
better safe than sorry

>>36175788
>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
>Grab his gun
ROF is king.

>>36175788
>Interrogate the dude who jumped
you
>Fuck the guy up some more (just another joint or two, not an extended session)
>Grab his gun

>>36175859
I am so happy, you have no idea. I love it when I type stupid shit like that and the QM's use it. even when it bites me in the ass like thoughs werespiders in paladin of joy quest
OH GOD WHY!

>>36175788
>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
"Where's the old man at?" If he doesn't cooperate, push/shove on his elbow wound some more, maybe some pain will loosen his tongue.

>Grab his gun
With any luck it's not one that's electronically tied to his brain so only he can shoot it

>>36175788
>>Interrogate the dude who jumped you
>Grab his gun

Rolled 91 (1d100)

rolling to summon QM

>>36176503
DC was 95, sorry

>>36176555
Maybe the power of trips can summon him?

>>36176563
when has the power of trips ever worked?

>>36176573
Well the next one you can get is 666 so pretty well in that regard

>>36176573

Now.


Couriers are preparing, please wait warmly.

>>36176573
Take that anon! It did work: >>36176592

>>36176592
>>36176614
but... trips weren't used.

>>36175788

You're a courier, right? You take packages from point A to point B as fast as possible.

Interrogation isn't part of that. Well, not your part.

You're about to try something you've never done before. Oh, sure, you've seen it done before.

Once.

Every other time, it's been behind closed doors. Of course, you've still heard every word.

You shove your pistol quickly into your jacket pocket and grab the man's gun. He's laying facedown on the floor, moaning. You grab his good arm roughly and twist it behind him as you put your knee on the small of his back.

"What the hell's going on here?" you ask, jamming the muzzle of the SMG into the back of his head, "who's shooting who, and why?"

"Fuck," he gasps, "we're just here on a corp job. Secure the facility, neutralize the staff, don't fuck up the stuff."

"That's neutralize?" you ask him, flicking off your radio, to stop the chatter and those little whistles, "all those bodies? I'd hate to see you do anything with 'extreme prejudice'."

"Wasn't us," he groans, "we got here too late. Already another group here tearing things up."

"So two different groups of mercs got sent here to take the same facility by force?" you ask, clunking the gun muzzle against his head for emphasis, "who sent you?"

"That's all I know," he tells you, "ya want to know who hired us, you need to ask the lady. I just shoot people!"

>>36176657

See:
>>36176555
>555

>>36176670

"Last question," you tell him. It's been easier than you thought it would be, "you seen an old man around here?"

"I dunno," he says, "lot of dead guys when we got here."

"You smashed a radio?"

"You said last question," he growls, and tries to lever himself up with his legs.

You're having none of it. A short pull of the trigger takes his other elbow, and you twist the arm as he screams. It's a short struggle, but it breaks the monotonty. This was starting to feel too one-sided for your taste.

"Tell me about the radio and the old man who wasn't wearing a labcoat," you say, "or I do your knees."

"I don't know about an old man!" he half-yells, half-sobs, "we smashed a phone that was transimitting a message out of the facility. It was over by the big stacks of containers. Then we got jumped by the other crew."

You figure he's probably telling the truth, and there are enough medical supplies in here for him to patch himself up.

If he could use his arms.

>See if you can do something about that fucker standing on the servers in the middle of the room
>Investigate the other nearby containers
>Try to work your way across the room to the 'big stacks of containers'
>Get out of this container, and just start yelling for Davey
>Untangle your bike from the pile of wreckage
>Write In

>>36176704
>Untangle your bike from the pile of wreckage

>>36176704
>>Untangle your bike from the pile of wreckage

>>36176704
>Untangle your bike from the pile of wreckage
>See if this guy has a radio with a private Channel to the lady
>See if we can strike a deal

>>36176704
>Untangle your bike from the pile of wreckage
>See if you can do something about that fucker standing on the servers in the middle of the room

>>36176704

You decide to check the guy over for communication gear, and you find an earpiece. It's probably the fastest way to get in contact with the Lady, you think as you toss some bandages in front of him

Of all the handles you've heard,hers is one of the most annoying, you think as you slip your helmet far enough up to cram the earpiece into your own ear. Taking a generic term for your moniker makes leads to so much confusion.

"Is this thing on?" you ask, as you step back toward your bike and start pulling the operating table off of it.

"Are you the punk who just tortured my subordinate?" the hard voice on the other end asks. As you'd guessed, it's the same woman who was chatting with the orally-fixated mercenary, "you can guess what I do with trash who mess with my people."

Once you've gotten the operating table off of it, you make short work out of righting your bike and turning it around. It's barely enough time to formulate your response.

You're not exactly sure how you're going to convince this lady that she shouldn't kill you, and you're pretty sure that if she doesn't know Davey's here, you shouldn't tell her.

Knowledge is power, after all.

>Write In

>>36177006
>Sorry I though he was working with the Pig. He'll live. And he shot me. let me help you with these guys and we can talk then.

Your killing me boss, It's 3am and your asking are a writing. those are my suggestions if anyone else wants to tackle that. I'm getting some sleep.

>>36177006
"he attacked me first... sorry?"

>>36177006
"It was self defence and I left him alive, he'll be fine if you give him some medical attention. I it's highly unlikely we're here for the same reason so if you could stay out of my hair I'll stay out of yours."

>>36177006
"You can buy him new arms."

>>36177006
"Sorry we are all a bit stressed out here and I needed answers fast. He'll be okay with some medical attention. We can work together to bring down our mutual pig if you are willing to trust me a little bit."

>>36177006
"I'm sorry, was I supposed to hold still and let him shoot me? I'm doing my job just like you're doing yours. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'm out of your way, so unless you want some punk messing with more of your people, you can help me or stand aside. Thank you."

>>36177006

"Was I supposed to hold still and let him shoot me?" you ask, barely managing to keep the irritation out of your voice.

"No," she says, with a little bit of bite, "you aren't supposed to be here at all. I don't know who you are, or why you're here, but I was hired to secure this facility, and you're very much an insecurity."

"What about the pig?" you ask, "he seems pretty insecure to me. I could help you take him out."

"You know why we haven't taken him out yet?" she asks, voice thick with exasperation, "he's standing on the most valuable thing in this hole. I would tell you to get out of the way, but you've seen too much for me to offer that. I'm going to have to grab you and turn you over to Vulnex."

Wait, is her team really working for this sector's biggest corp? And why would they hire a team to hit a subsidiary's facility?

>You're working for Vulnex?
>Well fuck you too
>Look, I left this guy alive, and mostly intact. I can change that if you're going to give me grief.
>The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'm out of your hair

>>36177305
>Look, I left this guy alive, and mostly intact. I can change that if you're going to give me grief.
>The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'm out of your hair

>>36177305
>You're working for Vulnex?
>The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'm out of your hair

>>36177305
>You're working for Vulnex?
>Look, I left this guy alive, and mostly intact. I can change that if you're going to give me grief.
>The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'm out of your hair
Everything sans the needless antagonism.

>>36177305
>Look, I left this guy alive, and mostly intact. I can change that if you're going to give me grief.
>The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'm out of your hair

>>36177305
>Well fuck you too

I think it's pretty clear at this point that she's not going to let us leave.

Let's just fucking find the old man and get the fuck out.

>>36177305

"Look," you tell her,mounting your motorcycle, "I left your friend alive, and mostly intact. I can change that if you're going to give me grief."

"You beat him," she says, levelly, as you check the gauges to make sure your steed's okay, "the strong prey on the weak, that's just how it is. I'll kill you for it, but I won't cry about it."

You've always known most mercs were nuts, but this lady's a bit beyond the usual crudities and sociopathy. It's a bit scary, you think as you rev the engine experimentally. You don't like idealists, and this is a bad job to encounter one on - if Davey's phone was smashed, the only way to contact him is to yell for him or just grab him.

"The sooner I'm done here," you tell her, "the sooner I'm out of your hair." Maybe that will appeal to her rationality, give you a chance to do your thing.

"You shouldn't be here in the first place!" she yells, straight into your ear, "this is private, corp property, and we're securing it. You're an insecurity, and you'll be dealt with."

With that, you're fairly sure she's cut the connection.

Well, time to get back out into the crossfire.

>Ride out over the guy - Make good on your threat
>Ride out, avoiding the guy
>Write In

>>36177668
>Ride out, avoiding the guy

>>36177668
>Ride out, avoiding the guy
bleh, we're not here to make a mess

>>36177668
>Ride out, avoiding the guy
He wont be using them hands anytime soon

We've got two hostile parties here and no sign of Davey. Do a quick sweep of the area before retreating back to safety? No point in needlessly risking our life for someone we're not even sure is down here.

>>36177820
I gotta agree. We're in over our heads here. First priority is our life and health.

>>36177836
Would still be a damn shame to fail the extraction.

>>36177668

You turn the motorcycle's headlight off, so as not to paint a target on yourself.

You're about to ride into the middle of a firefight between two hostile parties with no sign of the guy you're supposed to rescue besides the radio message from his abandoned phone, and no way to contact the surface. Better yet, your legs are covered in nothing more bulletproof than jeans.

And it's cold in this underground room.

This is not your night.

You're tempted to just ride out yelling for your package to come to you, then ride away. You could also try to sit out the fight, although that would probably best be done somewhere that wasn't a dead end.

Of course, you could combine either of the above with shooting up the pig, and possibly precious and delicate electronics the he's standing on, hoping to distract everyone else.

You just don't know.

And if you'd gone to a bar, or even another info broker, you wouldn't be here, aching and cold in a cargo container smelling of antiseptic and full of medical supplies.

>Ride out, yelling for the package
>Stay in this container
>Find another hiding spot
>Write In

Additional choice:

>Shoot the pig

Give me some d10s, please.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>36177913
>Find another hiding spot
>Shoot the pig

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>36177913
>>Find another hiding spot
>Don't Shoot

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>36177913
>Find another hiding spot
>no shooting

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>36177913
>Find another spot
>don't shoot

>>36177913
>Find another hiding spot
>no shooting

We need the mercs distracted with each other

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>36177913

>>36178009
Rollan'

>>36177913
>META POST

I'm sorry, but I'm done for tonight. I'm falling asleep in my chair.

I'll take the results of this last vote into account when writing the next OP.

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SESSION STATS:
Phone Numbers Obtained: None
Delivery Completed: None [Progress On: The Old Man And The Look-See]
Bonus Objectives Fulfilled: The Descent; Calling Into The Night; Blinded By The Light, We Have Ways
Bonus Objectives Missed: 2Spook; Stone Cold Killer; Pigsticker; Ladykiller; The Scream; Grandpa In Distress; Eating Your Words

>>36178107
thanks for running

>>36178107
Reading missed objectives is painful for a completionist like myself