|
Post by nargacugasamurai on Dec 10, 2010 9:05:54 GMT -5
The time was getting close, soon he would finally blow the lid on the weapons smuggling trade in this sector of the city, The docks were quite secluded and quiet at this time...then again nothing really happened this early in a morning.
Ray flattened up against the large steel crate that obscured him from the meeting taking place around a yard away, he was picking up bioelectical signals from one of them via his ADS, it was clear one of them was augmented.
'Just a set of small fish trying to make it into the big ocean' he thought 'inconsiderate of all the lives put at risk for such petty income' it made him sick, but not tonight, not when this mess was going to get sorted out...
~Vega...~ it was Isac over the infolink ~We have visual confirmation via the dock CCTV, the targets are present. you are free to proceed however you wish~ Ray nodded peeked his head around the corner to try and eavesdrop waiting for the prime time to make a move.
"Same arrangement as usual?" "Yeah, the shipment is all here, every single one" "So the usual price?" "I dont know, i may need a bigger cut than usual, you know how hard it is getting things through customs now?" "You remember who you are talking to...you get the same cut as always, its just as hard for us you know you arrogant prick" "maybe you dont realise how valuable this commodity is to you" "you saying you can stop?" "..."
Ray smirked 'even bad deals can get worse it seems' his hand slid to the holster for his stealth pistol on his waist '...only if all else fails...' he kept waiting silently...
|
|
solar
New Member
Posts: 22
|
Post by solar on Dec 13, 2010 20:12:15 GMT -5
"It's never easy trying to fade out of the spotlight when everyone knows your name..."
A broad, muscular man lent against a shipping container. His three quarter length brown coat and Dock.M boots were half cast by the shadow of the steel crates. The sleeves of his coat were torn off so that his mechanical arms could let the coat fit. The arms weren't all that huge, but they caught on clothing at the elbows, you know how it is.
"Sometimes, you just have to end the charade without warning."
The man walked out from the shadows, revealing himself to the eight dealers. "Excuse me gentlemen."
His mechanical arms' side strikes lit up a bright Aqua and there was a hiss of power. He drew his right arm back and jabbed at one of the dealers with immense force; enough to knock him into the steel crate behind the him. The merciless offender then pinned his victim to the wall with his left arm, which was also hissing with power.
He flicked his right arm up at the second dealer before he could pull out a weapon to stop the brute. the second victim, sure as the first, found himself very injured, having been smashed in the jaw. Four smugglers appeared to be working with the sudden intruder. They pulled out their own weapons on the remaining two dealers opposite them.
"This is the deal you'll get:" The metal armed man spoke, clearly and quickly. "You take our guns we take your money, tell all your friends about us- even your big bad boss- because this is the last deal I'll be doing with Mr. Chaplin, sadly, so be sure to let us know what he thinks. I'm very interested."
One of the brutal mans acquaintances twitched, confused. "Potato Chip, what's this?" "It's me cutting my ties with the black market slowly but surely." Potato Chip threw his victim across the way. he checked the bag of money before taking the whole thing. "My boys and me will leave you four with the goods. Come crying to us about it all and I'll personally see you dead."
It appeared that 'Chip' would 'see these men dead' earlier than he wanted. Before he made it a even five feet he was shot in the back several times. Gunfire had erupted and cover was being seized. two people, one on each opposing side, had been shot dead already. Who shot first and who shot who, including anyone shot after the initial two deaths, was unknown to Chip at this time. All he could hear was gunfire.
"Slimy little buggers..." Chip had taken cover, backing behind a steel shipping crate. His augments repairing what damage had been done against his bullet retardant skin. He reached into his coat, retrieving components of a heavy machine gun. he began clamping them together behind his makeshift cover. "Swear to God it's always the easy way that gets me shot."
|
|
|
Post by =Future Soldier= on Dec 14, 2010 18:19:49 GMT -5
::Personal Thought Log::
It had all gone to wreck and ruin. Be assigned as an under cover thug in a street gang was bad enough. Bad and dangerous. But there was not protocol for an arms deal gone wrong, gun fire and my potential leaks and moles for information being shot around me. Damn. As gun fire erupted around me, I made an executive decision. The mission was compromised, time to clean house. With a glittering shimmer, my disguise melted around me, and with a sharp movement his side arm was in my hand. Two shots fired. Cover taken. Emergency services call half a block away auto detected and intercepted. No need for law enforcement to get here just yet. Not till everyone had been euthanized. Tools without a further use. Like I said, time to clean house.
::Further log missing at this time....click...click::
|
|
|
Post by nargacugasamurai on Dec 14, 2010 18:28:00 GMT -5
Ray sighed in anger as the guest turned up at the already sour deal 'Damnit! he's going to ruin everything!' he thought ~Ray, heads up, our new customer is packing some pretty high end mech, those are M22 Aegis class arm units, customised from the normal model but those cost the top end of nearly four mill and STRICTLY black market!~ Ray shot up "what?" he mouthed to himself. ~looks like he has ties to this group but aside from that we don't know how involved he is, one thing is clear though, you need to be careful around this guy...~
Ray acknowledged Isac's warning with a nod then went bak to sentry duty, at this moment he saw the man forcefully disarm the deal iteslf and make his offer, Ray sighed 'this wasn't how i was expecting to have to do this...' He knelt down and felt his speed enhancements activate with a low, quiet click before he sprinted across the shipyard making use of three shipping containers along the way, he leapt over the last container and as he clenched his fists a quiet hiss sounded as his combat reflexes switched on, he landed on one of the armed grunts, swung his metal arm into the second one's stomach, wretched the gun from his arm with his other hand then slammed him onto the ground judo style.
He pulled the gun from hit's holster and held it to the back of the augmented man's head, "Under orders form DCAT you are to cease this transaction at once, you are under violation of regulation 1335; the trade of illegal weapons and regulation 4354; posession of black market augmentations, you are under arrest"...
|
|
solar
New Member
Posts: 22
|
Post by solar on Dec 14, 2010 21:45:56 GMT -5
"Sweet Shi-" Chip clamped the last of the gun together. "Christopher Patton, you clumsy sod, what have you got yourself into here?..." He grumbled to himself.
He thought for a second he was safe from gunpoint. That was until he felt a gun near the back of his head.
"Under orders form DCAT you are to cease this transaction at once, you are under violation of-"
"Sodding, Ninjas..."
Christopher dropped his gun and spun around, interrupting the agent speaking and threw his metallic arm up to slap the gun away from his head. He then went on to try and punch the swift agent.
|
|
|
Post by =Future Soldier= on Dec 15, 2010 18:38:35 GMT -5
::Personal Thought Log...continue...missing links re-established...continue::
From my hiding spot behind a set of crate I could see the agent attempt to intercept 'Chip'. Aww hell, a braver fool than me, I thought, but at that point I didn't know if he had the cavalry at his back, he was crazy and this some ploy or even that he might be like me. An augmented agent. Doing it by the book, though..you had to hand it to the guy..
"Under orders form DCAT you are to cease this transaction at once, you are under violation of-"
Oh snap. 'Chip' was going to punch the guy. Thats it.
Leaping from my hiding place, I ran at 'Chip', attempting to tackle him in the midriff and take him down. Heart rate accelerated, pupils dilated, adrenaline flowing from both of my regulated implant glands, it seemed to happen in slow motion.
"Ssss---oooo---ddddd---iinnn---gggg Niiiiii-jaaaaass" 'Chip' moaned.
The pieces were in motion. Who react would next?
::Log interrupted...click...interference detected...click...clickkkkk...beep::
|
|
|
Post by nargacugasamurai on Dec 16, 2010 6:51:19 GMT -5
Ray heard a slight mumble of disgruntlement from the augmented individual in front of him, he tightened his grip on the gun before the man spun around with a cold metallic fist, Ray ducked under the blow only to be caught by the second in the chest, he flew back a few metres and hit the floor hard with a brief yell of pain. He felt the stimulating effects of the regeneration augmentation kicking in as the nanites began the reconstructive work on his insides.
staggering to his knees he sighed 'looks like he doesn't want to come peacefully...' he thought he straightened up and burst into a sprint at the man, speed enhancement sprung into life as he rapidly closed the distance "HQ, this is Vega, subject resisting arrest, moving to subdue!" he leapt to the side at the shipping container then kicked off it into the air towards the man while breaking into a flying roundhouse kick...
|
|
solar
New Member
Posts: 22
|
Post by solar on Dec 16, 2010 21:22:32 GMT -5
Christopher Only had a second worth of breathing space, which wasn't enough. After punching the first agent he noticed that said agent had regenerative nanites as well. He was about to take his gun and shoot the git, only to have the same git suddenly pelt forward and jump-kick of the side of the steel crate.
Adding to that, as Christopher wound his arm up to punch the agent out of the air he was abruptly Tackled from behind and brought into the flying agents roundhouse kick early.
The agents nanite infused foot took out one of Chris's teeth. The double team also forced him into a spin in midair as the flying DCAT agent struck his face and the second attacker rugby tackled him. Poor old Chip was fed through a karate kick and a waist high take down. He landed very painfully and with a loud snap.
"Aaaa-augh....." he groaned. "That's my sodding shoulder again- Christ almighty..."
|
|
|
Post by nargacugasamurai on Dec 17, 2010 11:02:11 GMT -5
Ray caught his beaths as he watched the armoured agent subdue the subject after his initial strike, he felt a slight twinge as a his augs deactivated. suddenly Isac came through on the Info link. ~Vega...we had no indication that the military had a hand in this, I think we've stepped into something here...~ Ray nodded in acknowledgement and looked at the armoured man "thanks for the assistance, but i'm going to have to ask why you were here in the first place..." he turned back to the takedown subject "as for you..." he looked at hs face, it was a lot clearer when he wasn't having to dodge and weave...
he had to stop for a double take when his IFF scanned the subject "this can't be right...no records in the database, dental or physical? Isac you getting this?" ~loud and clear Vega, either he's doesn't exist, or doesnt want people to know he exists, in which case he has one hell of a hacker backing him up~ Ray walked over to the downed subject and knelt next to him "you have some explaining to do, and not just about those fancy arms of yours...you have two options, quietly and peacefully come along or you can resist arrest in which case I have been issued to deploy force at my discression..."
|
|
solar
New Member
Posts: 22
|
Post by solar on Dec 19, 2010 15:06:25 GMT -5
"Urrrgh I'm just some old man trying to make a living."
Christopher heaved himself upright, still sitting. He tugged forward on his metallic shoulder to click it back into place with a grunt.
"These arms are a close copy of other arms you see on Augmented folks round here and there. They aren't quite the same, though. Unique if it weren't- erm... 'Inspired'. They're less difficult to get used to than any other type thanks to their simplicity. They're nearly indestructible and act as force multipliers. Nothing more than that, though. No fancy guns like most secret police folks or folks like yourself."
He stood up with much ambling done after describing his proud arms. He was still supporting himself using his knees.
"One of my shoulder blades is a bit funny, that's all." He pointed to the shoulder that was previously dislocated. "Some augmented officer tried to take me out before. I punched him in half, the poor sod. Serves him right for tangling with me."
He was talking to mask his thoughts. He was trying to think of a way to avoid spilling his identity. If he got found out after all the work he'd gone to to try and disconnect his ties with the dark trade then his efforts in securing a future would have all gone to waste. He had enough trouble with old smugglers he had cut off coming back to bite him in the ass never mind having Agents of the government after him.
If he could kill these two or at least loose them then he could continue to work on his plans. If he gave way they may understand his plight... May, being a key word.
"... Sod it."
His arm strikes lit up aqua again, giving off a bright glow, and with immense speed and force his arms thrust at the two agents to push them aside so he could make an escape.
|
|
|
Post by nargacugasamurai on Jan 5, 2011 13:49:32 GMT -5
Ray saw the movement and tried to hold him down but the momentum behind the arm was too much, the man's hand slammed into his chest and catapulted him into the side of a nearby shipping container where he fell to the ground with a grunt, as he brought his head up his tracers locked on the the figure running, the target outlined bright green in his vision, he stood up and picked his gun up from the floor "Stop or I WILL shoot!" he yelled at the retreating figure...
|
|