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Moving along, at least a little...

Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:57 AM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Quickly searching the Asian bodyguard, Casino discovers his sought after item: the guard’s agent, which he adds to the rest of the loot the solo now carries. With no other reason to stay any longer, armed only with a single .44, Casino makes his way deeper into the hospital and towards an exit, hoping to emerge from the hospital as close to Rigg’s and Murtaugh’s car as possible. Hiding his bloody arm under his overcoat, Casino hopes not to run into any police, and if he does, armed only with a single .44 and not wearing the same armor as the rest of Leader’s group, that he would be able to bluff his way by them if he does. The goal now is to just get out of this hospital, get to the police car’s lockbox, and then make a few phone calls.

Hospital corridors are kept free from obstacles by design, but it isn’t long before the large solo finds himself facing a living wall. SWAT, or private security personnel, stand in a row stretching the width of the hall and as deep as three rows. They are moving forward with practiced steps maintaining the riot shield protection with heavy submachine guns held over the lead row’s shoulders. Another five meters and they would have rounded the corner giving them a clear line of sight into the emergency room.

“Get down on the ground! Hands in the air! Now!” Multiple individuals yell, their adrenaline heightened by the hostage situation they are walking into.

(OOC: Assuming Casino obeys.)

Yells have alerted anyone beyond the hall to their presence and a stealthy approach is no longer a priority. The first row bearing the riot shields breaks as the large leather-clad solo drops to his knees, hand held out over his head, crooked at the elbows. Pain rolls up into Keith’s left shoulder and continues down into his ribs but it is muted, controlled by the technology attached to his nervous system and he’s able to keep from wincing too badly. Two soldiers in dark blue uniforms rush forward and red dots play across his armored chest while a third drops down just out of lunging range and pulls up his combat mask revealing a black man with a thin mustache over his large lips and intense eyes.

“What’s your name?”

(OOC: Casino’s reply.)

“What’s back there?” he motions with the barrel of his weapon back towards the emergency room but before the gunman can answer the officer’s radio barks. Alpha Team reporting. Threat eliminated. Lobby cleared. Moving into the emergency room now.
“You’ve two seconds, man,” the officer presses, while motioning his shield line forward.

(OOC: good place to leave off…)

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West 43875 St. 52 High -- The Bartholomew School Grounds and Sewage/Runoff Drainage System | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 4:02 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

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Ghlahn watches the two guards moving in textbook fashion. Their kind never wavers from their training and if one had read the book, one could anticipate their next move. Ghlahn has certainly read the book. If they are engaged they will attempt to return fire and call in a report. That report will bring more guards. More guards means more trouble. But, letting them alone will mean they can walk up on the others and take his companions by surprise. Ghlahn knows he can drop one of them, and possibly both of them, before they can send a report but he can not be 100% sure of his success.

If the guards come close to leaving his vantage, he will have no choice but to eliminate them. If they turn, they will live. Ghlahn focuses on the trailing guard and will shoot him first hoping his partner might not react immediately and allow for a quick second shot at the lead soldier.

Echo quickly motions Blossom to get up near the door and Fixer, whispering, "Patrol coming—help him get us in if you can. We don't have any time to lose."

Turning to the crooner, Echo gets closer to him and says, her voice still quiet, "Hey, Songbird, there's a patrol coming I'm sure of it, so you'd best keep that tune in your head before you get us caught." She motions him to take cover closer to the door, pointing in the direction she saw the light.

She actually delights in the cat-and-mouse game, the rush and adrenaline it causes, having played at such things as a child, but as an adult the stakes are much higher and she isn’t overly fond of what will follow if they are caught.

Vegas takes heed to the warning from Echo as he focuses his sight in the direction she points, allowing the song to hum lightly in his memory banks. The Sultan of Swoon sees nothing out of the ordinary, but the Chairman of the Board knows when to swallow any pride and follow the advice of those more informed than he in any given situation. Now is such a time!

So the Frank Sinatra look-alike quickly, and as silently as possible, positions himself by taking cover closer to the door as advised. Then the Dapper Solo takes close inventory of his taser and gas sprayer as he double-checks his left hand bounty bracer before scrutinizing and double-checking the weaponry on his right forearm; namely, the Anti-Cee bracer with the Arc Thrower and EMP pulse, before secluding himself as discreetly as possible. Now, it is only a matter of time before the Classic Crooner springs into action, if necessary.

Once Vegas moves closer, Echo takes up a rear defense position with as much cover as she can muster, feeling both excited and terrified, hoping Ghlahn is moving to a place where he has a view of them in case things go south.

Noise is as much the team’s enemy as the visuals captured on the security cameras. Logic states that the only way they’ve been made is because Echo and Blossom were caught on camera before they could splice the system and inject a virus. Sustained gunfire will do nothing if not wake the entire compound even with the occasional roll of thunder overhead and the slums nearby. In the entire time the group has been in the compound they’ve not yet heard a single sound from the conapts over the wall. Most of the riffraff who live there are likely sleeping, doing their best to forget the miserable situation they live their lives within.

The two man sec-team moving up the outside of the field building are proceeding at a steady pace. Ghlahn estimates that they will be around the northernmost point of the large oval structure within thirty seconds. Maybe three seconds to cross the space between the field and the Sports Hall, and then another twenty seconds to half a minute to the corner overlooking the position his teammates have gone. One minute and fifteen seconds, or so, to make a decision to end two lives. They could have families, be good people, have the potential to change this world for the better, and M'harú Ghlahn has power over whether they live or die.

Vegas stares towards the eastern wall of the Hall with anticipation. The Hall was all the label that the building had on Blossom’s map and he can only assume that it is a gathering place for assembly or something similar. At least three stories in height with a colonial architecture, it is an imposing structure on campus. Certainly larger than the administration building they are all huddled next to. If Echo’s information is correct, the possible threat will come from that direction; northwest, having already passed by the kitchen and the northern face of the Hall. The anticipation is antagonizing.

Click! The door jerks inward a fraction of a centimeter and Fixer realizes that he’s done it. He’s bypassed the lock. Looking in through the reflective glass at the hall beyond, he recognizes it to be devoid of furniture, approximately twenty meters long with three closed doors down the length. Each of those doors appear to be solid with no windows. At the end of the hall his optic splices allow him to see a display case and a cross section, the corridor coming to a T.


Posted on 2017-04-18 at 16:58:23.

Keeper of Dragons
Devil's Advocate
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TICK-TOC, TICK-TOC

The seconds passed as Ghalhn watched the sec team moving. Did they know they had perhaps less than 2 minutes to live? The sniper knew the men could be fathers or husbands, that they certainly were sons, but none of that mattered in this moment. They made the choice of their profession as he had made his. Still, he hoped for some sort of sign that the others had made it safely into the building.

Posted on 2017-04-21 at 19:49:15.

Vesper
Resident
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321 Posts


Have some faith

Fixer had focused himself on the door in front of him. This current needed skill set was one he learned because he had had to. Not all jobs were clean like this one was supposed to be. Snatch and grab type heist jobs had kept him fed and hiss bills paid more than once. Not glory work, but it was what it was. The techscanner in Rider’s bracer ran through its program and showed the door clean of any erroneous alarms. With the sweep being clean, the techie noted the key card lock and retried his cardscanner from where it was stored in his pack.

The device is small, not much bigger than his cred chip or a credit card. Fixer placed the diminutive device next to the doors card reader and activated the screen. Numbers, letters, and various symbols rotated through the 250 placeholders. If Fixer put his mind to it, he could come up with the number of possible combinations. 50 different characters with 250 different placeholders have trillions of different combinations; not something anybody could reasonably go through with only manual input. The grayish green characters slowly locked into place one by one. He trusted to others to cover his rear while he did his job here, his attention completely focused on the task at hand.

Cold seeped into his hands while Fixer worked on the lick. A numbing cold. Why did he not have gloves? Because he was not someone who normally trudged through the trenchwork. He did not do the physical part of runs. His firearm – Just for show though he would not admit it to those he was running with. Here he was though, and he was making something if a show of it so far, even if it perhaps not what they had brought him along for.

Fixer felt a body push up against his backside from where he was working. “Patrol coming—help him get us in if you can. We don't have any time to lose." Fixer could pick out Who’s voice with his engaged hearing.

“Have just little bit of faith if you would,” Fixer spoke back as the carddecryoter was nearly finished with its job. “I can hear you just fine myself.”

The door makes a soft click and jerks inward a hair. “it is done,” he states matter of factly a single swift movement tucks the card decrypter in the inside pocket of his jacket. His near numbs hands gripped the pistol grip of his Uzi and Fixer moved through the door to survey the initial bit of interior of the building.


Posted on 2017-04-21 at 23:44:56.
Edited on 2017-04-21 at 23:45:47 by Vesper

TannTalas
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A post first missed :)

Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:46 AM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


Moving quickly from emergancy room Casino kept his pace quick but not in a panic hoping to make it out of the hospital before any more police arrived. However his hopes were diminished in only seconds as he came around a corner and face to face with a living wall of SWAT police officers. As Casino stopped, the group of cops were moving forward with practiced steps, maintaining the riot shield protection with heavy submachine guns held over the lead row’s shoulders. Another five meters and they would have rounded the corner giving them a clear line of sight into the emergency room.

“Get down on the ground! Hands in the air! Now!” Multiple individuals yell, their adrenaline heightened by the hostage situation they are walking into.

Having no choice the big solo did as he was told his arms up in the air, pain suddenly in in his left his shoulder, but quickly controlled thanks to his body incased technology. Two soldiers in dark blue uniforms rush forward and red dots play across his armored chest while a third drops down just out of lunging range and pulls up his combat mask revealing a black man with a thin mustache over his large lips and intense eyes.

“What’s your name?”

“Vegas Santari” Replying with the name most on my mind.

“What’s back there?” he motions with the barrel of his weapon back towards the emergency room but before the gunman can answer the officer’s radio barks. Alpha Team reporting. Threat eliminated. Lobby cleared. Moving into the emergency room now.
“You’ve two seconds, man,” the officer presses, while motioning his shield line forward.

“I don’t know all of it. I was in the ER treatment area when from the lobby came shouts and gunshots. At the urging of the nurse (I give him a description of Nurse Altruist) she told me and all others to leave but I hesitated as it was clear she planned to stay. However when a bunch of guys charged in guns drawn I shot out the door behind me into this back hallway. As I left I heard a bunch of gun fire and do not know what it was about.”



Posted on 2017-04-23 at 15:44:34.

Aletheia
Regular Visitor
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91 Posts


We're in!

"Fixer felt a body push up against his backside from where he was working. “Patrol coming—help him get us in if you can. We don't have any time to lose." Fixer could pick out whose voice with his engaged hearing.

“Have just little bit of faith if you would,” Fixer spoke back as the carddecryoter was nearly finished with its job. “I can hear you just fine myself.”

The door makes a soft click and jerks inward a hair. “It is done,” he states matter of factly. A single swift movement tucks the card decrypter in the inside pocket of his jacket. His near numb hands gripped the pistol grip of his Uzi and Fixer moved through the door to survey the initial bit of interior of the building."


Echo grins, mentally giving Fixer a hi-five and ushers the others in, carefully shutting the door quietly.

(OOC - provided we're in safely) Into her comm she hisses quietly to Ghlahn, "We're good, we're in!"

To the others she says, keeping her voice low, "Keep still and low till they pass, we don't need to add any more to our little shindig."

She keeps watch unobtrusively out the window on the door, waiting for the guards she knows are coming to pass, keeping the others quiet.

(OOC - if they pass and we're alone, I'll turn to Blossom) "Ok Chicka, now it's your show, wha do you need from us besides an escort to the security room?"



Posted on 2017-04-24 at 07:16:48.

Hammer
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Ready For Action

Vegas was ready for action as he quietly waited for Fixer to gain access through the door.

The Frank Sinatra look-alike remained vigilant in case the group was discovered; already having decided to protect the group by running interference between them and any patrols, if Fixer were unable to gain access and provide a way of escape from their outdoor predicament.

(OOC: In the event that Fixer gets the door open before the group is discovered, the Chairman of the Board will take heed to Echo and join the group by entering the building through the breached door; albeit he will be the last one through the door, as he is protecting his companions from being apprehended, but will allow Echo to be the last one through the door if she so chooses!)

Once inside, the protective Dapper Solo quickly surveys the interior of the building, before choosing to take a position at the rear of the group, closest to the door they have entered through, in case they are followed.

Vegas is Ready for Action!

Posted on 2017-04-25 at 15:44:49.

   
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