Friedrich looks at the frozen coffer and watches his comrade, Aiyan, attempt to open it with little success.
While normally destroying the door would've made the most sense, they had had managed to get into the Pizzeria's reaar with little problems.
He leaned forward and approached Billy and spoke silently.
"Ser William, might you try your guile to coerce a knave to openth the chamber of frost? I can provide protection."
Billy nods considered the request, it would be best if we found someone alone, grabbing a chef or cook in the kitchen could help since there's plenty of people about at the front. Rolls perception 2 hits hmm not looking good, must be my stomach interfering.
Billy slinks forward and takes a peek into the next room. There were two people on kitchen duty, both of which were wearing greasy and stained uniforms in too-bright colors. Though the kitchen appliances did most of the work, the two people on staff were keeping themselves busy cleaning* up. (*Cleaning is very subjective.) They didn't appear to notice Billy, but Billy certainly noticed what both of them had fastened to their belts.
Big ol' guns.
This was not your average pizza kitchen.
hmm, nothings ever easy
Billy passes on what he sees to the guys
either of you guys good at stealth take downs?
Aiyan stepped back from the freezer door, taking one look at the lock and knowing he didn't have the skills for it, but sneaking, maybe, he could manage. He tapped Billy on the shoulder and gave him a nod.
He drew his sword, taking the moment to enjoy the feeling of her sliding from the scabbard and repressing a shiver of pleasure. "Time to play," he told her with a whisper, then flicked the small switch on the grip to turn on the built in stunner.
Aiyan stepped through the door, moving as quietly as he could.
= 2 hits
Nope.
2 Hits.
The two men in the kitchen seem to take little notice of the man sneaking up behind them. They're preoccupied with their own cleaning, hardly caring about potential murder in the room. Suddenly one of them picks up a large can.
"Yo, Patsy," the larger one says, "Catch!" He wings a can of tomato sauce (soy-mato tomato replacement, of course) at the man, who quickly glances up and ducks. The can rebounds off the wall, splattering fake tomato everywhere.
"Demetrio, for cryin' out... fragging idiot." Patsy grabs a nearby mop and turns to start cleaning when he spots it.
Aiyan. Creeping in as quietly as he can, but with a large and gleaming sword brandished in his hands. Patrizio's face nearly goes white as his eyes meet Aiyan's. "Drek! We've got company!"
Aiyan up first. Aiyan gets two passes for the surprise round, then it's time for everyone to roll.
The muscle-bound man creeping into the room did not bode well for Patsy. He was not cut out for this kind of work - it's why they kept him in the back room in the first place! He dives away, trying to take cover behind one of the biggest and angriest looking pieces of machinery: some kind of auto-slicer for soy-meat-substitute and industrial-frozen-prepackaged-foodstuffs. It was big, and it was pointy. He grabbed for his gun, sincerely hoping he'd remembered to load it.
He peered up from behind the counter and squeezed the trigger.
Aiyan didn't hesitate. Even as the man was calling out a warning to his buddy, he was advancing fast, closing the small distance between himself and his target in a few steps. "Catch!" He snarled, unable to contain the sadistic grin.
He flipped the sword in his hands, blade up, and slashed at the guy from the groin, intent on disemboweling him from the balls up.
= 5 hits.
Aiyan let go the sword, still embedded in the now dead guy and in one motion, reached into his pouch and threw a shuriken at the other guy.
= 4 hits
Following up, Aiyan savagely ripped the sword backwards, took a half step back and then stabbed forward, aiming for the guy's face.
= 4 hits.
Nope.
Patsy has just enough time to see Aiyan coming and start to duck backward. He almost makes it, but the razor-sharp steel of Aiyan's blade cuts straight through his meager armor.
By some miracle of luck, Patsy curves away in agony just enough to avoid having his liver severing in two. He hobbles his way behind cover, gasping for breath and clutching his large open wound.
Second Pass
Aiyan charges the man, shrugging off the bullet. Patsy's eyes go wide with terror.
Demetrio looks up at Aiyan, blood splattering across the man's once-pristine armor as Patsy's head explodes with a showering fountain of blood worthy of the best action trids. "Drek! Patsy- Oh, drek!
Aiyan winced at the hurt in his shoulder as he jerked his sword clear of the dead guy's head. It was more fun when they put up a fight. He grinned at the other guy.
Initiative Time for Everyone!
"Get in here!" Aiyan yelled towards his comrades beyond the door, figuring that the gun shot from the dead guy had pretty much given then away anyway, silence wasn't really a priority any more. He didn't know if they were already coming or if they were waiting, he hadn't taken his eyes off of the second guy.
Aiyan advanced on the second guy, grinning at him as he brought his sword up into a high guard. He paused for a quarter second and then sliced downwards in one fluid motion.
As he swung, the muscle under the dent in his armor jacket twinged, forcing his aim off slightly.
The sounds of combat were all too familiar for Friedrich as he adjusted his helmet and held his blade with ease.
Emerging from the back area, Ser Lamorak entered the kitch and bore his large blade into a heaping cleave directed at Aiyan's target.
3 hits
Acc 7, Reach 1, Dmg 9P, AP -3
"Quite the action there!" remarked Ser Lamorak as he bore witness to Aiyan's combat prowress. "However, a true knight knows their resolve. Surely you must temper your actions with wisdom, comrade, for falling from grace is an easy temptation we must all shirk."
Yelling and the sound of hustled movement explodes from the front of the restaurant. A female voice calls out from the front. "Lock and load! It's probably that burned out druggie! Put the drekhead down hard!" Behind her, a faint alarm sound starts to blare.
Things are definitely happening out front - you keep your eyes on the double doors leading from the kitchen to the restaurant proper, but no one comes through just yet.
Billy hearing the commotion in front gets himself into a good firing position and waits for the first drek to come into view, hopefully the guys will have the cooks dealt with soon.
2 Hits, 1 net hit. DV 10.
Zero hits. Wow.
1 Hit. 2 net hits. DV 11.
2 hits. Demetrio was not long for this world.
"What the frag is wrong with you people!" shouts Demetrio, whipping out his pistol just a tad too slowly. A pair of blades, one the honed blade of Shinigami, the other the greatsword of the Round, slice into the man and send another spray of blood across the once almost-clean kitchen. It was hard to tell where the usual squalor ended and the bloodshed truly began. Demetrio's deathly gurgles rattle through the room.
"Dipsy?" calls a cautious voice from the front. After a second or two, he starts shouting. "Dipsy's down! Someone get these fraggin' idiots!"
The sound of multiple guns being loaded and cocked trickles into the kitchen from the front room. One of the two double doors is pushed open slightly - just a crack. As it swiftly closes, into the kitchen tumbles a small, metallic cylinder...
It took Aiyan a half second to react to the tell-tale metallic tink-tink sound that a grenade made on a hard surface. For a quarter second his mind did that blank 'oh-you-didn't' thing and then he was yelling It was the only word that came to mind, it would have been cooler to yell 'Grenade!' or 'Get Oouuuut!!' like they did in the Tri-D's, but 'drek' sufficed nicely enough, and it seemed appropriate.
He unceremoniously jerked his blade out of the dead guy and ran for the doors they had come through, trusting that his comrades would either be beside or very close behind him in his exit. For the few seconds it took to cover the distance, it felt like his ass was already on fire, but then he was crashing through the doors and heading for the other side of the small entrance room.
"HOW DARE THEY!!" roared Ser Lamorak as he heard the metal cylinder bounce into the room. "THOU ART THE MOST FOUL OF HENPECKED YOUTHS!!!".
Hefting his large frame, he hustled over to where Billy Chines stood, and attempted to give his mate cover.
"OUR ENEMIES COMETH!"
Billy had probably milliseconds to consider what to do, so when he saw Friedrich run towards him and cannister rolling along the floor he did what any man of charm would do, duck, covered and grabbed a nearby clean frying pan to covered his face with it.
After a moment that seemed like it was in slow motion, the grenade that had slid so softly across the floor of the kitchen exploded in a brilliant flash of light. The sound resonated off the stainless steel walls of the pizzeria's kitchen, echoing through the ears of all nearby like a freight train with a cranky ork at its helm. Bits and pieces of metal bounced out and around, embedding themselves into everything that wasn't a solid hunk of steel - and sometimes even that. Even the trio of runners, taking cover near their ingress of the kitchen, had an astounding amount of backblast from the explosion.
Cheapwall = Where the runners are, about 10 meters away from the boom. DV 18-10= 8
5 hits. Damage reduced to 3, no penetration.
Hardwall = The other three walls, from 0 to 7 meters away from the boom. DV 18-5(avg)=13
10 hits. Damage reduced to 3, no penetration.
3 Hits. 9DV
1 Hit. 6DV
1 Hit. 7DV
3 Hits, 6 damage to the door.
6 hits, 0 damage.
4 hits, 3 damage to the door. Door is effectively destroyed.
A quick glance around the wall reveals a kitchen in even more disarray than before. Now it really was impossible to tell where the marinara ended and the blood began. Flecks of shrapnel and death had covered the room, and the two mafioso bodies on the floor looked even more dead than they previously had.
The moment of silence is quickly shattered by the sound of gunfire, as the fragments of the door that once blocked the front of the restaurant is riddled with holes. From somewhere beyond, you hear the sound of a young girl crying and general fear from what you imagine were the patrons.
The door to the front hangs limp from its hinges. Beyond, you see the trashy fluorescent lights of the pizzeria. Several tables have been overturned, and a trio of armed defenders have taken up residence behind them. The middle one - a man who matches the brief description of Vic you received - stands in the middle, yelling. To either side stand the security from the front and a well-suited, businesslike man.
"Throw down your arms, and maybe we'll kills yous quickly!"
Round 2 Initiatives:
Billy, stunned a little by the shock of the light, slowly regains his vision to see the frying pan had done its job, abide also by the big man Frank adding to the protection, although a small gulp escaped his lips when looking closer he spied a few fragments embedded in the pans frame, lucky thing he'd covered it after all.
However it seemed the others were still recovering, so quickly Billy gave the the surroundings a look for what could be used as cover or a exit.
2 hits Hmm the odds aren't great but then again neither is the situation, lets hope that young girls scream I heard wasn't our little damsel in distress!
Aiyan took a moment. He needed a few seconds to try to shake the ringing from his ears, double check that he hadn't been perforated by the damn grenade and generally gather what remained of his wits. A cursory look around told him that they were probably going to die, but he took some comfort when he heard the sound of the crying girl, over the high pitched tone in his ears, the yelling and the gunfire, it told him that they had, at least, been on the right track.
He spotted the guy who had to be Vic standing behind some shitty wooden tables and decided, on the spot, that no matter what happened, that guy had to die. There was no rationale behind it, no real reasoning. He just had. to. die. Aiyan pulled out a grenade. "Share and share alike, you drek-eatin', hoop dockin' mother frackers!" He snarled, then jerked the pin, leaned around the corner and lobbed the grenade directly at Vic and co.
He added loudly, just for good measure, then ducked his head back around the corner and grinned at his comrades.
oh damn was all Billy could think when he saw the grenade go flying into the group.......
Putting his wits to use, Billy tries to look for an exit. The back storeroom they'd taken shelter in provided little in the way of cover aside from a few cheap boxes and rickety shelving. There was still the icebox, but that was locked up tight - and, of course, the door they came in. The only other option was a full-frontal charge into a group of gun toting mafiosos.
Meanwhile, and with remarkable accuracy, Aiyan's grenade lands exactly where he'd hoped - directly in front of Vic. The Italian goon audibly gasped, clearly not expecting such a response in a room he shared with noncombatants.
"These drekheads are all buzzed out of their minds! Kill these punks!" Vic lifted his weapon and opened fire at the wall again before running off to the far left side of the restaurant floor. Behind him, a number of bystanders fled out the door before the inevitable boom. The bullet ricocheted off a support beam in the wall, bouncing harmlessly back into the kitchen.
2 Hits. 8 DV -1 AP vs CheapWall.
9 hits. No damage done to the wall.
roared Ser Lamorak after he heard another explosion.
It had reminded him of his days gallivanting through the neighboring kiez's with his knights saving damsels, vanquishing evil, and defending his lord, Ser Artur. And like then, he had a noble goal. T
Charging through the doors, he goes for the largest target and cleaves with his mighty greatsword, rending flesh from bone.
3 hits
Of the two thugs still standing near the grenade, the nicer of the two lifted an arm towards the rather rude intruders. "Ruining a perfectly good dinner," he grumbled. With a wave of his hand, a burst of brilliant blue energy engulfed his lower arm - before rapidly shooting off towards Aiyan. Before the impact even strikes the swordsman, the mage was off and away - bound for the far end of the restaurant and taking cover behind the same counter the security woman once sat at. The bolt slams into Aiyan's chest, burning him from the inside out.
The same security guard who was now leveling her rather large pistol at the runners. She unleashed a bullet, then ran as far from the grenade as her legs could take her, sheltering near where Vic had taken cover. The rogue bullet, seemingly shot randomly, made a beeline straight for Aiyan. The wall gave way beneath the force of the heavy pistol's impact, and the dented remains of the bullet found their way to Aiyan's arm.
2 Hits. Spending group edge. 1 Hit, explode. 3 Hits total.
3 Hits, no drain damage.
1 Hit. 6PDmg, -1 AP
3 hits. Wall takes 3 damage. Cheapwall has been mostly perforated with bullets! The bullet hits...
Aiyan! Aiyan is having a bad day.
5 hits. DV 18-3range-5=10 damage to barrier.
3 hits. DV 18-3range-3=12 damage to barrier penetrates.
9 hits DV 18-4range-9=5 DV to barrier.
4 Hits, 8P damage! Vic 3/11 HP
6 hits, 6P damage! Lucy 6/12 HP
After a split second, the pizzeria fills with another flash of light and a hail of shrapnel. Several of the occupants that hadn't yet fled the restaurant scream in either fear or surprise. It's difficult to tell which of the voices belong to the gangsters.
All except one. Vic's.
Round 2, Pass 2:
"AS A KNIGHT OF THE ROUND, REDEMPTION IS BEYONDETH YE!!! FATE SEALETH!!!"
Ser Lamorak continues his charge, raising his blade and continuing forth against Vic.
The blue fire hit Aiyan smack in the chest and it felt like someone had poured liquid metal down his throat, his chest burned hot and he staggered backwards a few steps, gripping his wound with his free hand and hissing through gritted teeth in pain.
"Drek! Drek! Fragging drek! He snarled, forcing himself to lower his hand and driving himself upwards before following Friedrich into the fight. When he judged himself to be within throwing range, he reached with his free hand and pulled three shuriken from the pouch on his hip. With no small amount of vindictive glee, he launched one of them at Vic.
Before the shuriken had even reached it's target, he had ducked behind the shattered remains of what he guessed was once an industrial dishwasher.
2 hits. 1 Net hit = 7 DV
10 hits. Damn!
1 Hit. DV6 -1 AP, -2 Defense modifier.
2 Hits, dodged.
Bah. 2 hits. DV 10, -3 AP
6 hits, 4 damage. Lucy 2/12 HP
2 Hits. Freddy -2 dodge from running penalty.
2 hits. Grazing blow, no damage.
[R 4 T 4] 3 hits, -2 defense modifier. 8 DV, 0 AP
(-2 from running, -2 from bullets)1 hit. 2 net hits = 10P DV.
5 hits!
4 hits. 1S Drain! Frank 9/10 HP
Aiyan's shuriken flies true, but Vic turns just enough at the last second to meet the blade in his shoulder. A heavy armored plate just beneath his vest catches it and it sticks in tight.
Vic stands and dives for more cover, the table he'd been hiding behind shredded nearly entirely by the fragmentation grenade. He slides into cover, then peeks out the side and unleashes a hail of bullets at the charging Friedrich! Fortunately, the brave knight of the round sees the attack coming and jukes left - the bullets harmlessly miss him.
Not to be outdone by a ruffian like Vic, Friedrich sets his eyes upon the largest target - the cybered security guard. He charges at the woman with his blade held high! Despite her best efforts to fend away the man's blade with her cyberarm, the knight finds his mark. He slashes straight through her armor and leaves a nasty wound across her midsection.
She snarls at Friedrich, flexing her cyberarm and leaning back for a heavy pistol whip to the knight's jaw. Luckily for the knight, his helmet absorbed most of the impact.
"To hell with these fools," spat the mage behind the counter. He reached down and pressed something.
Immediately, the mechanical sound of something unseen deploying filled the room. All eyes turned towards the counter to see a rather large looking gun turret drop from a ceiling tile. It spun and took aim at the nearest target - Friedrich. The knight has no time to move as the turret opens fire with a burst of gunfire.
With another flamboyantly excessive wave of his hands, the mage sent another bolt of blue flame towards Aiyan! It phases straight through his cover as though it isn't there, and once more Aiyan's body is wracked with agonizing pain.
"Ruin my dinner, will you...?"
Before he could realize what happened, a torrent of arrows befell the brave knight as he stood dead center in the room.
"AGH!!!!"
11 hits
Recognizing that the arrows did little to penetrate his armor, Friedrich turned and issued a command against his enemies.
Looking to see that the cybered security guard had taken a heaping amount of damage, he looked upon and offered his condolences. "Thou are the fairest of gender, however, thou hast taken arms against a knight, cast thyself among the lot of jackals and heretics. I shall end your suffering."
Billy was pissed, this hadn't gone at all well, the boys were dealing with things head on, so he didn't have much time, whilst the chaos ensued Billy barrel rolled his way outside the door they had come in and ran through the alley for the front door. He wasn't as bullet proof as the others and if he wanted to get the drop on the drekk he'd have to hope he had the element of surprise on his side.
Billy races out the door and makes with as much haste as possible toward the front of the restaurant. He makes it to the corner of the building - just far enough to see the disaster unfolding inside.
Round 3 Initiatives
Unaware of the impending danger, Aiyan had been preparing to throw his next two Shuriken when the blue fire came out of nowhere and slammed into his chest.
"Auugh!" Was all he managed as he fell back, landing on his ass behind the dishwasher. It burned like he had never felt before, and he silently vowed that the caster was first on his list for a decapitation. But first... he reached into a utility pouch on the opposite side from his shuriken pouch and pulled out a small medkit. Rummaging through it, he found the drug he had been looking for and injected it directly into the wound.
The effect was immediate and Aiyan snarled, furious now at the bastards who had attacked him. "I'll ruin more than your fraggin' dinner! He stood, and on spotting the blue fire spitting mage, launched his two shuriken at the guy's face, before pulling out another three and launching yet another. That was all he had time for before he had to duck and cover again.
shit this is getting bad Billy rolls perception to see what's about the restaurant inside.
gah one hit stil its not like I need hawk eyes to judge this chaos!
Giving a salute, Friedrich turns and goes into a full charge on the sentry gun. No Knight of the Round would ever be seen cowering from such a craven tool.
"FOR THE ROUND!!!!" screamed Friedrich in German.
5 Hits
Round 3, Initiatives from 26 to 13
Billy takes a quick peek in through the ballistic-proofed windows to see what's unfolding in the middle of the restaurant. He immediately notes the magic-wielding fellow behind the counter, with a rather nasty looking sentry gun just above his head. Elsewhere the fellow they'd identified as Vic was looking a lot less healthy. Blood seeped out of several rips in his clothing, and he was panting for breath. Beside him the security woman had engaged Friedrich in a melee - and was apparently losing.
Aiyan, immediately reacting to the pain wracking his body, ducks down behind the industrial washer and makes good use of his medkit.
Friedrich wastes no time in charging the new greatest threat in the room - the sentry gun. He leaps up upon the counter and swings his mighty blade in an overhead arc. His blade cleaves through a hunk of metal like it is mere paper. The gun sparks and hangs precariously from the ceiling tiles, but swivels to face Friedrich regardless.
Meanwhile, the medkit was already starting to kick in for Aiyan. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he unloaded a fistful of death at the mage. He ducked around one of the blades, a wicked smile of his face, when the second of the shuriken caught him in the chest. He staggered backward, a crimson pool growing on his shirt.
Lucy looked at Friedrich as he turned and ran. "Aw, hell no, bakebrain! I ain't done with you!" She lowered her weapon at Friendrich's back and opened fire with a hail of bullets. Fortunately, the knight's grand armor shrugged off the bullets like the feeble weapons of peasantry. The woman growls in frustration.
4 hits. DV 14-4=10P Damage. Gun 5/15 HP
+2 dice from cover 2 hits. 1 Net hit. DV 7
+2 dice from cover 2 hits. Grazing Blow.
2 hits. 5 damage. Frank 4/10 HP
2 hits, 1 explode. 3 hits, explode. 3 hits.
-2 burst penalty. 3 hits. Grazing blow.
Vics looking ready to drop but that mage is a bigger issue, time for a little bullet to the brain Billy rushes the front door hoping to catch those inside off guard, burst firing he aims half a clip in the direction of the mage, chest, head, arms, legs, whatever it takes to get that bastard down. Ares Viper Slivergun 4(4) 9(9)Physical Flechette 4 Semi-Automatic,
Burst Fire,
0 15 Clip 8 Forbidden 380?
So it's 10d6 -4 for the burst recoil, +4 for the edge =
Billy busts in through the door, a wicked grin on his face. He levels his Ares Slivergun at the mage and pulls the trigger as fast as he can. The man turns, sees Billy and lifts and arm to try and deflect away the bullets with a magical shield. The flechettes tear through his arm, ripping the man to pieces. He hits the ground, his face a bloody pulp.
0 hits. 2 Net hits. DV11.
1 hit. 10 damage. Frank -1/10
1 Hit.
DV 8 AP 0 Long Burst. 2 hits.
1 hit. 1 hit. Net hits 1. DV 9.
Vic jumps up from behind his cover, his face appalled. "Frankie! Drek!" He turns to face Frank's killer, the legendary Billy Chine. He levels his pistol and fires. Billy ducks sideways behind the doorway, and the bullet flies harmless off into the Berlin night.
The sentry gun turned, readjusting its targeting apparatus, and centered Friedrich in its sights. After a brief hum to warm up, it sent another hail of bullets into the man.
Round 3, Initiatives from 11 and below: All of you, then all of them.
behind the door way intimidation roll 3 5's not too bad
Vic takes a glance at Lucy, who was badly bloodied. He looks down at himself, covered in blood. He then looks up at Billy, holding his Ares Slivergun with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Without another word, Vic drops his gun and raises his hands. "Sure, bro. Whatever you say." Lucy sneers, then turns to him and flexes her cyberarm.
"Vic, you fragging baby! Your uncle will cut off your tiny prick when he hears about this!"
He takes a step backward, waving his hands to show his surrender. "Frag that. I ain't dying today."
Lucy spits, then levels her gun at Vic. "Like hell, you coward!"
leveling the gun squarely at the drekking chick Billy gives off his best f#&& you shout 4+ due to edge spent
5 hits total ....someones gonna need new underwear after this.
"Shit," Aiyan stood from behind his cover, as much as he agreed with the girl that Vic needed to die, they needed him to talk before he went away. It seemed like Billy had a handle on the situation in the room, but Friedrich was still dealing with the fracking sentry gun.
He made his way forward, keeping Friedrich's considerable bulk between him and the gun. He slid shinigami out of her scabbard and flipped the switch to stun mode, then stepping around the big man and daring forward, he jammed the sword right into the electronics of the sentry gun.
1 hit, Glitch
Lucy sighs, then lowers her weapon. "Fine, whatever. I guess dying at your hands is no different than dying to the boss."
She drops her weapon... and it bounces off a broken piece of wood, discharging!
The bullet ricochets off the counter and embeds itself mere inches away from Billy's head, putting a serious dent in the door frame. Lucy casts her head downwards, spitting and flexing her cyberarm as though imagining wringing Billy's neck.
Meanwhile, Aiyan throws himself across the room at the sentry turret. He leaps up onto the counter beside Friedrich, and the wooden tabletop creaks beneath the weight of two formidable warriors. With a quick flip of the switch, Aiyan's blade crackles with electricity. He brings the weapon down atop the gun.
1 hit. DV 14-1=13 Electrical Damage.
The sentry sputters, spins, and crackles as it tries to direct its gun at Friedrich once more. With a final death throe and a puff of flame and smoke from its interior, it ceases to move.
An eerie calm falls over the restaurant as the two surviving gangsters look on with dismay. Lucy, furious. Vic, craven. The restaurant was destroyed. Bullet holes and shrapnel had rifled everything with holes. Even the ballistic glass looked as though it had seen better days, though it still managed to hold together. In the far corner of the room lay a man sheltering a crying young girl. He was bloodied, but still looked like he was breathing. The ten year old girl beside him rocked him, tears in her eyes. Another body lay three quarters of the way to the front door, his body filled to the gills with shrapnel from fractured cover or explosives.
What had once been a relatively uneventful night in a hellish Kiez had been made that much worse.
8 hits
Friedrich shrugged off the sentry's damage with ease.
"Thousest hand over the maiden, lest a grim fate falls to thee!" roared the knight as he stood with fresh bullet holes and grease smeared on his lined coat.
Vic shoots Friedrich an incredulous look. "I know my German ain't perfect, but... What?"
"The girl you kidnapped, you dumb drek." Aiyan said loudly, as he walked towards the man, sword brandished and held low, the blade at a 45 degree angle to his legs. He remembered his promise to the Johnson to keep his name out of it, and hoped his colleagues would catch on. "Mr. Alonso said you picked up a fine young thing, an' he wants her for his self, see. We was gonna ask nicely," he paused, raising his free hand in a shrug, "buuuuut Miss. borg-arm here wasn't interested in no talkin', so here we are. Give us the girl an' you might jus' live. If, she's untainted, an' if Mr. Alonso allows it."
Vic starts backward, as though surprised at the mention of the girl. "Uh, right, okay... This Mr. Alonso, if he a, uh, associate of the Boss? I mean, if he is, I meant no offense, obviously. But that Heinrich guy, he was playing us for fools! Had to show him we meant business, yeah?" Lucy remained silent, her gaze shifting from Vic to her assailants and back again with barely contained fury. It was obvious that losing her losing a fight was not a common problem she had to face, and she was certainly not taking it well.
"I didn't know the girl was under some other man's umbrella, ya understand? This uh, Mr. Alonso guy, he's an understanding fella I'd imagine? Have to be, in our business. I'll just go talk with him myself, sort this out. Apologize for any transgression, ya understand."
The security gal simply shakes her head in disgrace. "You're a fragging mess, Vic. No wonder your Uncs gave you this place to run. Pathetic."
Billy sees that the ruse might fall apart at any moment and deftly steps in, (coughs) lowers the gun a little to his side Mr. Alonso I believe that regardless of the situation our client would be more willing to first get the girl back and then consider chatting it out about what and who has done wrong by him. I'm sure that after this incident he will be more willing to talk with you in future about possible arrangements, but maybe next time don't go for the stick and consider the carrot in future, hmm? Otherwise my friends and myself, I'm sorry to say, will probably be seeing you again, and it will most likely be.....unpleasant. Rolls Con 2 hits
Billy let that sink in for a bit before turning to the cyber girl Lucy
Turning on 50/50 to gauge her emotions
My dear Lucy is it? Yes Lucy I want to apologise for what I said back there, things were hectic and we all were on edge, now I can see that your a smart woman, for one your not dead, which means your able to see when the odds are stacked against you and that commendable. Heck if we hadn't had this whole (billy waves his hand about in a circle for dramatic effect) incident Id probably be asking you for your number right now, in fact I like your skills, maybe we should talk soon about working together. Business or pleasure that we can leave till later. I like talented workers and, like I said, your the only one left standing who doesn't hold a position of importance, that's impressive in my book Rolls Etiquette 2 hits
I might have laid that a bit thick but this could work to our advantage, never know when we could use a inside (wo)man on that bosses group
0 hits.
0 hits.
The two gangsters look on dumbfounded as Billy puts the full charm to work. Vic stammers for a moment, then slowly opens his mouth and speaks. "Of course, of course. You just let Mr. Alonso know that ol' Vincenzo Fratelli only meant well and would never offend a fellow businessman by sticking his hands in his affairs! Crossed signals, nothing more, am I right?" Lucy sighs, shaking her head quietly.
"Frag this stuff. I'm out. This place is gonna start to smell bad soon enough, and I ain't paid to clean. That guy's dead." She gives Billy a nod, then points at her gun. "Don't freak, alright?" With a quick kick, she sends the gun airborne and snaps it up with her cyberarm before stowing it away in her belt. "If Vic says you're good, then we're good. But I work for the Fratellis first and foremost, capiche? So you come busting in one of our joints again, I'm gonna have to rip your arm out." Still shaking her head in disapproval of the whole situation, Lucy heads out the door and into the chilly Berlin night, her wounds already stinging from the nippy air.
Vic watches her until she's gone, then pulls a keycard from deep within his shirt. "This'll open the maglock to the freezer. She's in there with my dope cousin. He's been keeping an eye on her, she's probably fine. And, uh, don't go rattling around in there if ya don't mind. Got lots of product in there."