So I had finally make it into the matrix with my Pappa Smurf icon and the words “It’s not far now!” hovering beneath it. Ms. Johnson with her red anime icon had joined us and offered us $10,000 each ($5000 up front) to bodyguard some B list actor for 2 days.
I head to the airport on Sunday with my new smartlink system attached to my Ruger Super Warhawk. The limo pulls up and out rolls Frenchie in a wheelchair looking a bit thin.
“Esti, you didn’t even visit!”, he says.
“We thought you were dead. It was even in the obituaries.”, responds Hirito with a slight bow. Wonder if he even knows he did that, I think.
The actor, Simon, is a complete ass, strutting out of the terminal and ordering his manager around.
“So what is this meeting with Brown on Sunday afternoon”, Hirito asks Simon’s manager as we head towards the limo.
“Well Simon has developed a taste for tempo, so we need to refill his supplies.”
We get them into the limo and start heading for the first meeting with the entertainment company that holds his contracts.
Somehow Hirito thinks I’ll make the perfect bodyguard to go into the meeting room with Simon. Maybe he just wants me to record the meeting.
“I want my contract. I’ve got a great voice. People love me.”, says Simon and then he breaks into a cackling song…
“You’re right Mr. Hedley, that’s why we want to make sure we give the deal you deserve and not accidentally under value your obvious talents.”, one of the execs says.
“We’re busy figuring out the numbers, we’ll have the contract soon Simon”, his manager says.
My god! I’m thinking, even his manager is trying to pull the wool over his eyes and Simon’s buying it. An hour later, we head out. Simon has partying on his mind and slaps on a tempo patch. Wolfe manages to use his magic to influence Simon getting him to realize that we should finish with his duties and then well have a whole evening for partying. The bars are really going to be pretty lame in the afternoon anyways.
So we head to the record signing. I lead the group in and spot some hotties near the front of the crowd.
“Mazula says hi. He’s working security for Mr. Hedley. How would you like to come party with us once we’re done with this gig?”
“Really? Me? Sure. I’m Maureen and here’s my comm code just in case.”
The crowd starts to push forward and I quickly get back and start pushing people back into the line with the mall security guys. Wolfe booms out “Back off or we’re taking Mr Hedley out of here.”
The crowd quiets down and Simon seems to have taken Wolfe’s “suggestion” to heart. He sits patiently through the signing and politely exchanges pleasantries with his fans. After we’re done Simon wants to get on with the partying.
“Nice job, Mazula, already lineing up the babes. Let get rolling.”, says Simon looking at Maureen and a few of her friends who gathered nearby.
“Ah Simon”, his manager says, “I’m going to head back to the hotel. I have some calls and paper work to attend to.”
So the rest of the guys head off with Simon to some Tempo bar near the docks while I follow his manager back to the hotel with one of Frenchie’s mini drones. I manage to get the drone under the hotel room door and I’m about to leave the hotel when I get a call from Frenchie.
“Hey Maz, it looks like he’s getting ready for a night out on the town in an elf poser costume.”, says Frenchie.
“Ok, Maz will follow him.”, I say as I get another call this time from Hirito, “Gotta go, Hirito’s calling.”
“Mazula san, buddy boy has tipped me off on a job. It looks like LoneStar is going to raid this warehouse for tempo. We can slip in and steal the stuff and the mob will think it was taken in the LoneStar raid. I could really use your help. The cops are moving in by 10pm so we want to hit the place at 9.”
“Maz is kind of busy right now Hirito. I need to tail the manager. I’ll try to be there by 9 if I can. Who is buddy boy?”
I get back upstairs to pick up the mini drone and proceed to follow the manager to a somewhat upscale bar where he starts trying to pick up women.
“Hi, how are you doing?”, I ask a woman who’s friends have all found dance partners, “My friend over there, the elf, is only in town for a couple of nights, do you think you might dance with him for a few minutes? It would really make his night.” I touch her gently between the shoulder blades to plant the mini drone.
“Oh a, yeah, I guess”, she says.
Frenchie really knows how to drive those drones, I see it make a nice pirouette and land right in his corsage. I head out driving quickly.
“Esti, he really bad with the ladies”, I hear Frenchie say from my commlink.
I make it to the warehouse Hirito mentioned a few minutes early. Hirito is there with a dwarf named Griswald who seems really strung out.
“Ok, there are 4 guys”, says Griswald, “2 patrolling out and 2 inside.” Griswald slaps on a tempo patch. Hirito watches him with a gleam in his eye and slaps one on as well.
“I’ve taken care of the cameras”, Griswald says.
“Hey Maz, you need to get back to the bar. Some woman has really started getting into the manager.”, Frenchie calls out from the commlink.
“Maz’ll be there in a few minutes. He just needs to take out a few guards.”
Hirito takes out the 2 guards outside with 2 quick head shots as they come round the corner of the building. I wander over to one of the guards and look for his ID Clay Wesley. My commlink buzzes.
I walk over to the door and knock when Griswald lets us know the guards inside are position in good stops.
“Hey, its Clay. Mind switching with me for a minute. I need to piss.”, I say.
“Sure thing Clay”, the guard inside says as he opens the door.
I put a gel round into his forehead and he collapses in a lump at the door. Hirito steps inside and downs the other guard.
“Maz’s gotta run, some woman is playing up the manager. You know that can’t be real.”
I make it back to the bar just as the manager is leaving with this hottie drapped over his shoulder.
“Drizzt!! Simon needs you, he’s taken a bit too many patches.”, I call out.
The woman pushes Drizzt into a sports car that’s parked right in front of the bar and 2 men who had been leaning against nearby buildings pull out guns and start firing at me.
“He’s not the elf you are looking for. Pull off his ears, he’s a fake”, I bellow as a duck for cover behind the bike.
Luckily the two goons with guns don’t really have any skill in using their equipment. They keep firing but only hit me once and my armor does its job.
I hit one with gel rounds knocking him over and then taking him out. The other guy jumps in the car and leans out the window to continue firing. He puts a few holes in my motorbike. I don’t want to think about the repair bills.
I switch to armor piercing rounds and put a big hole in the last goon. I start firing at the cars tires and burst the 2 rear tires. Out of no where a lightning bolt hits the car and smoke starts billowing out from under the hood.
Damn spirits, I think to myself.
I drive past the driver side door and schatter the window. The driver pulls out a gun but he’s no better with the gun than his friends.
By this point the driver has the car stopped and as I pull the bike around to the other side of the car, he takes another shot at me. I notice the woman is already running down the road. I shot the driver a few times and he collapses behind the car. I look in the car and see Drizzt cowering in the corner.
“Get out of the car and onto the bike NOW!!”, I say as I point the gun in his direction.
He hops on the bike as my commlink goes off again.
“Hey Maz, its Dwayne. I need help.”, he blurts. I hear gun fire in the background. The commlink goes dead and I look at the GPS coordinates he sent me, one of Louie’s places…
“Hey guys, Maz needs your help.”, I send in a burst message to the rest of the team.