Last night, I was still moody. I probably should have gotten laid before the party, that might have improved my mood. Instead I sat mostly in the corner drinking Mac’s beer. I saw when Jeff was working himself up and marching over to kick Wolfe’s ass but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it. Didn’t matter to me who’s ass ended up getting kicked. I don’t know if Wolfe managed to get a spell off or whether Jeff was just way to drunk but he ended up knocking himself unconscious. Maybe he tried to head butt Wolfe and hit the bar instead. I don’t know. I couldn’t even bring myself to stop Hirito and Trog when they got this idiotic idea to give Jeff a tattoo.
I don’t think unemployement suits me very well. There are only so many targets I can shoot at before I drive myself crazy. Luckily Wolfe got a call that evening with about another run. That cheered me up.
So the next day, we go to the meet with a repeat Ms. Johnson. This time for an extraction of Paul Simmonds, son of MicroDek VP Jack Simmonds. They think the kid might be brain-washed. Probably just doesn’t doesn’t agree with daddy’s ideology.
Yeah, so I looked up the big word, ok? I like that new synonym dictionary K-Bunny put on my commlink.
So they give us an address to a warehouse, go figure. There must be something about this group that makes them think of blue collar warehouse workers. So we head over, send in some spirits and mini drones and watch the place for a while. We find our man and are about to go in to get him when a sedan drive into the warehouse. Frenchie drone sees a woman driver, a woman mage and 3 goons get out and start heading into the warehouse. He can hear they are setting up to create a stir at the Festival Caribana with 12 pounds of C4. Talk about putting the 4 in the 4th of July (even if it is mid-August).
I guess the plan changed, we hit them when they come back out. So Hirito takes aim at the sedan and I take aim at the van. Damn tinted glass, but we both hit the driver’s side right about where the driver should be. Wolfe summons a fire spirit but it looks like their mage already had an air spirit called up. Hirito takes a shot at the sedan’s tires and I loft a HEG just in front of it. The air spirit heads for Hirito and I and lets out a hideous gas. Hirito pukes and isn’t quite all there for a few seconds. I manage to avoid the gas mostly although I probably won’t enjoy food for the next few days.
Wolfe’s fire spirit seems to have caused the sedan to crash right underneath me.
The woman mage’s fire spirit seems to have taken down one of Frenchie’s drones. I lean out and shot straight down at the middle of back seat of the sedan. That’s where the mage is probably sitting right between 2 of the goons.
As it turns out, I was right. Mages: 0, Mazula: 1.
One of the goons jumps out and tries to fill me with bullets. Unfortunately for him, his aim is horrible and he hits the side of the building instead. I show him how its done by taking down two of his buddies while Trog runs up and tries to tear the door off the sedan. Less than a second later, he runs back towards the van and smashes Wolfe into the far wall.
Remind me not to get into a fist fight with Trog.
I don’t remember what happened with the fire spirit, air spirit or free spirit. Anyone? No? Well I guess I killed them all somehow…
At this point the sedan empties out and they head for the hills. We patch ourselves up (well mostly Wolfe) and head into the warehouse, where Paul Simmonds is playing with a C4 detonator.
Trog tries to reason with him, I walk up to show him I don’t mean him any harm and Hirito shoots the detonator out of his hand.