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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 25, 2020 20:49:13 GMT -5
"UNKNOWN" DOSSIER REVEALED!
DOSSIER: CITY WIDE DRONE SECURITY SYSTEM
NOTES: -Despite the drones' coverage, there are still "holes" in the network
"Huh? What? No, onions! I said onions. Not pickles. How do you mistake 'onions' for 'pickles'? What's up, kid? What? Drones? Oh, geez, now we're talking about shit way above my pay grade. If it has anything to do with tech, it's in New Millenia's wheelhouse. Humble flesh and blood cops are basically just serfs. No, not Smurfs! Get that blue cheese shit off my burger. Listen, I've been meaning to talk with you about the drones anyway, but not now. I'll see you later, okay? Aw, come on! Now I have to wait for a new burger."
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Post by acathala on Feb 25, 2020 22:59:20 GMT -5
Tom shrugs and files it for later investigation. There was a/gang that wasn't to beat the shit out of themselves. He looks around for a hidey hole to ambush the car guy.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 26, 2020 0:04:55 GMT -5
TIP OF THE PAGE: Bandersnatch lies.
OLD TOWN, SOUTHERN FLOOD CHANNEL
Tom hangs out for the rest of the evening. There aren't any great hiding places, so he settles for hiding behind a fold of earth. Probably some kind of old foundation that was buried.
At around 9:40, a white car pulls into the old lot. It comes to a stop roughly in the center of the lot. A few moments later, a black man wearing a white suit exits the car. He removes his sunglasses and then scans the area.
"Yo, Harry! Where you at?" he calls.
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Post by acathala on Feb 26, 2020 5:51:21 GMT -5
Tom charges him. Then attempts to beat the shit out of him.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 26, 2020 7:02:59 GMT -5
Once again, mundane people are no match for a superhero. Tom rapidly crosses the space and delivers a flying kick to the delivery man's back. The man slams into the roof of the car, his lip bitten and his nose twisted, then bounces off and lands on his back.
"Oh, shit! What is this? What is happening?" the man whines. His pristine white suit is no longer pristine. It's now polka dotted with his own blood.
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Post by acathala on Feb 26, 2020 18:34:02 GMT -5
"Who do you work for? Answer or I try to set a new record for how many bones I can break in a minute! Spoiler, it's a high record.:
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 26, 2020 19:26:42 GMT -5
"What? Are you crazy? I'm just a delivery guy! I don't know who supplies this shit. I don't even know where the car comes from," the man explains between spitting up blood.
Tom glances at the car. He now realizes there is no driver. The dashboard is far larger and more complicated than usual. This must be one of those self-driving cars.
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Post by acathala on Feb 26, 2020 20:01:07 GMT -5
"Tell me how you got involved and what you do." Tom said icily cold. The idea was clever and this makes him worry he isn't dealing with a street gang.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 26, 2020 21:52:39 GMT -5
"It was just a job!" the bleeding man replies. "I was hanging with Jess and the boys and then they told us about this job. Seemed like a good idea so we took it. I handle the deliveries in this area. I call, the car arrives with the shit in the trunk, I pick up the money and then send the car back. Sometimes I take a little off the top. Is that what this is about? You looking for the dough? It's all in the glove compartment, I swear!"
So, there is a gang involved, but the gang is just acting like grunts.
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Post by acathala on Feb 27, 2020 5:29:12 GMT -5
"Cell phone." Tom demands. Once it's handed over. "How do you send the car back? Show, not do."
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 27, 2020 12:20:00 GMT -5
"Aw, come on! I just got that phone," the bleeding man whines.
Turns out the phone slipped out of his pocket during the beating, so Tom just grabs it off the ground.
"The car? Oh, shit! You'll never get it to work. There's a password and everything. Unless I say so, it goes nowhere!" He forces a smug look.
Tom rolls his eyes. It's painfully obvious why some people become criminals.
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Post by acathala on Feb 27, 2020 14:04:49 GMT -5
"Or I just text everyone on your contact list you've been skimming. I could take the drugs as well and make you look extra guilty."
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 27, 2020 16:08:15 GMT -5
"What? No, man! They'd kill me!" His face suddenly brightens. "You know what? With this face, they might believe me. Take the car! And the money. I'll even tell you how to get the car to return home."
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Post by acathala on Feb 27, 2020 18:36:58 GMT -5
"Start talking." Tom listens to the guy. Once he's done explaining Tom knocks him out, drags him out of sight, plants the drugs on him. He texts the driver's location to Holhardy. Making sure he can get into the boot, Tom sends the car back, with him hiding in the boot.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 27, 2020 18:38:13 GMT -5
The boot? Do you mean the trunk?
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Post by acathala on Feb 27, 2020 20:02:40 GMT -5
(Yes, we call it boot over here.)
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 27, 2020 20:44:57 GMT -5
"Just turn the ignition, then say the password. Yeah, a lot of people don't realize turning the ignition..." Tom knocks him out (and yes, he got the password first). He plants the drugs he finds in the trunk on the man, then drags him to the edge of the flood channel. With that out of the way, he returns to the car, turns the ignition with the key, then quickly jumps in the trunk when the car gives its "open door" alarm. A moment or two later, the car begins to move...
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Post by acathala on Feb 27, 2020 20:53:11 GMT -5
Tom waits in the car. It was probably foolhardy. Such is his life. This could be the day he dies.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 27, 2020 20:57:31 GMT -5
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 27, 2020 21:17:05 GMT -5
THE COCKYARD
Tom listens to the electrical whirring of the car's engine for a good while. He guesses the ride must have have taken a half hour or so, but then he hears what sounds like the loud, heavy thumping of hard bass and the car begins making a series of sharp turns. The car slows and Tom suspects the drone car is approaching its final destination. There is a sharp decline, Tom suspects the car must be entering an underground parking lot, and then the car rolls to a stop.
"Hey, look at this!" a muffled voice shouts.
Tom hears foot steps walking up to the car.
"Is that blood?"
"Yeah, looks like it. The drop call in?"
"No, he didn't, but they usually don't."
"Crap. All right, look around inside. See if there is anyone hiding in there."
"Don't see anyone. Huh. The money is there."
"Really? I guess it's nothing. All right, put the gun down and go get another delivery prepared. I'll prep the trunk."
"You don't want to check the trunk first?"
"Who hops in the trunk but leaves the money? The idiot probably got a nose bleed."
There is a "clunk" noise and the trunk pops open an inch.
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Post by acathala on Feb 27, 2020 23:05:01 GMT -5
Tom gives it a moment and when the guy, and presumably it's a guy, lifts the boot lid to when Tom can attack, that's when Tom strikes.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 28, 2020 0:11:49 GMT -5
The trunk door opens. A tall man wearing dark gloves and a blazer stands at the back of the car. He has his head turned.
"So, yeah, just toss me that first bag. No, the first one! It's all squarish. I can jam it into the corner, then I can..."
Tom flies out of the trunk, foot first, directly into the man's jaw (SNEAK ATTACK CRITICAL HIT! -3 HP). The man is knocked flat on his ass, and it looks like he swallowed a tooth, but he's not out yet.. Tom settles on his feet just outside the car. He quickly examines his surroundings. An underground parking garage.
But he doesn't have time to get a better idea of where he is. The owner of the other voice, a shorter, pudgier man wearing a pink shirt beneath his blazer (for some reason), drops the blocky duffel bag in his hand and reaches for a sub machine gun hanging from a strap around his shoulder.
There is no way Tom can reach him before he gets a shot off, but Tom should be able to reach him before he gets off a second.
MODERN AUTOMATIC WEAPONS: Be careful! Automatic weapons are capable of landing a handful of shots in a single burst. Some as many as 5 shots in a single burst, and some gunmen can land every shot with a SINGLE good roll. And remember, modern firearms almost always deal bonus damage on rolls of 3.
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Post by acathala on Feb 28, 2020 0:39:20 GMT -5
Tom punches the downed guy quickly, then he runs for the gin guy. Knows this was going to suck hard.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 28, 2020 1:56:07 GMT -5
Tom delivers a swift kick to the downed man, properly knocking him out (I'm assuming Tom is always using non-lethal blows here). The pudgy guy with gun, now thoroughly startled, fumbles his weapon giving Tom time to close the gap. As Tom closes, pudgy manages to grip his weapon long enough to squeeze off a few shots. Despite one shot being way off the mark, the next two are much closer to home. One whizzes by Tom's ear while the second clips him in the side (-1 HP). He tries to bend away, but it's point black at this point.
With a good running start ready, he launches into a flying kick (which is a type of critical hit only martial experts can do; no, I won't assume he will always use them). He nails the man dead in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet and onto his ass (FLYING KICK CRITICAL HIT! -3 HP).
Despite being dropped onto his ass, the pudgy guy manages to keep the gun in his hand, but he does appear to be a little dazed.
TOM: -1 HP
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Post by acathala on Feb 28, 2020 5:32:54 GMT -5
(You assume correctly.) Tom tries to disarm the guy before delivering a good beatdown.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 28, 2020 13:23:12 GMT -5
The guy is pretty dazed, so Tom has no trouble kicking the gun away. He then delivers a hard knock to the guy's face to knock him out.
That leaves Tom alone in the parking garage. He now gets a good look of the place.
It's a parking garage, but this current part of the garage, where the car parked, is unique. This section of the garage seems to be in its own little niche, albeit one large enough to fit a truck. It's a rectangular space separate from the rest of the garage and there is a sliding gate, which is currently open, blocking the entrance. There is an elevator towards the back and a door to a stairwell just off to Tom's right.
Aside from the two gunmen, their duffle bags, and the parked car, there is nothing else of note in this space.
Tom looks up. By the sound of music overhead, this must be some kind of night club.
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Post by acathala on Feb 28, 2020 14:11:28 GMT -5
Tom slides the gate closed. Next he puts the duffel bag and first guy into the boot of the car. The gun is hidden under a car seat. Unfortunately for the gunman, he's now under Tom's focus. Slapped awake, he's faced by the ninja. "Who do you work for? Tell me or I break the other one!" Tom snaps the guy's trigger finger. Hardened low level criminals only understood violence.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 28, 2020 14:42:13 GMT -5
Tom snaps the guy's finger.
"Ah-ha-woo-woo!" the man wails weirdly. "Okay! Okay! It's Cock! I work for Cock! Or Cock dude. Cock man! Cock-something. I don't know! He's crazy. The guy thinks he's a rock star. Literally!"
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Post by acathala on Feb 28, 2020 15:01:56 GMT -5
"Where are we and how do I find him?"
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 28, 2020 15:19:17 GMT -5
"Upstairs! I think he's performing right now."
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