October 5, 2018 at 5:22 pm #9763
You follow Al who seems keen to tangle again with the two very dangerous people. But at least the girl seems to be almost out of danger.
But how should you identify all the other bad people here?
You try to concentrate on your nose, looking for the unmistakable smell of firearms oil, ignoring the many policeman around.October 15, 2018 at 8:23 am #9844
[Mid-afternoon, Wednesday August 12th, 2071; Departures, SeaTac Airport]
Becky and Jenny made their way purposefully towards the upper concourse and so far seemed to have escaped the attention of the agents making their own way through the throng. Everyone’s efforts were somewhat hampered by the security clamp down and the inability to move anywhere fast without drawing unwanted attention but Willis was doing a good job of drawing attention away from the others otherwise movement would have been completely impossible. The crackle of stun batons left little doubt about the eventual outcome of his distraction but dealing with enraged trog would give the cops a focus that was faster to resolve than a potential terrorist incident and hopefully will result in the lock down being lifted faster…smarter than he looked!
Finally on the upper level Becky wasn’t surprised when the black gentleman appeared walking on Jenny’s other side. He was dressed in a tired old business suit and didn’t look like he could afford a large team of runners, even an amateur one, the greying dredlocks adding to the image of washed out wage slave. But his eyes were bright with amusement and sharp intelligence at odds with his dishevelled look and Jenny didn’t seem perturbed when he took her arm in his. His voice was warm honey, without being cloying, persuasive and ever so comforting, pitched low for their ears alone
“Thank you. We can manage from here, can’t we Jenny? Our flight is just ahead. I have a ‘link here for you, you may pass the number to your new friends if you wish to contact them again…”
#49October 15, 2018 at 9:00 am #9847
Before handling Jenny, Becky astrally perceived the man to verify that it was no ruse.
Astral perception: 11d6t5 5October 15, 2018 at 9:55 am #9851
Ernie and Bernice were still making their way determinedly in the direction Becky and Jenny had gone – so determinedly, in fact, that they didn’t seem to notice Al in their wake. The little man was maintaining distance as close as he dared, still holding his attack until Becky signalled the hand-off. Passing by a restroom, he snatched a mop from a momentarily unattended janitorial cart, reached down, and deftly detached the mop-head, not missing a stride….October 15, 2018 at 10:44 am #9853
Following Al following the agents, Forty did note that they were nearly at the escalators. Hadn’t someone said something about keeping agents from making it up to the second floor? Maybe there had been some signal they were supposed to wait for? But the agents that they knew about were close to getting up the escalator
Seeing Al grab a mop, and trusting him to cause problems to the two agents that they were trailing, Forty swerved and started pushing quickly through the throng, not minding if she attracted attention now. “Coming through” “Out of my way” “Let me slide past” Some people maybe would havelet her push past because of her looks, others perhaps could have been quelled by her glare. But she didn’t take chances, she infused Thunderbird’s power into her voice and snapped orders, sliding through the openings that this created. She left a wake of grumbles and disturbed flow. But that was OK, she didn’t want a well behaved crowd right now.
She asked Bolt “Ready to impress a lot more people? Would you materialize and start knocking out of the air anything else flying around? Mostly it is dull-dead machines, that don’t deserve to fly anyway.” Then she muttered under her breath “Showtime — thanks Maggie for showing me how this is done.”
Then she barged into a well dressed older man who was trying to maneuver a large rolling suitcase in line with the escalator and yelled at him “Meat is murder! You meat eater, eating our fellow creatures! She knocked his suitcase askew then stepped past him to harangue the crowd “Who eats meat? The rich! They are eating up our whole world! We need to rise up and protect the animals! Protect the animals and protect ourselves from exploitation. To the rich a cow and you are much the same! We must stand with our animal brothers and sisters!” As someone tried to push past her to go up the escalator she ordered the woman “Stop and listen!”
She took a moment to glance as the metahuman gridlock that was already forming from the blockage at the escalator, and to note Bolt soaring down the concourse in pursuit of a drone, and she smiled smugly. Create chaos? This should could do! Then she went back to haranguing the crowd and blocking off the escalator.October 15, 2018 at 10:49 am #9855
[Mid-afternoon, Wednesday August 12th, 2071; Departures, SeaTac Airport]
As far as Becky could tell, and she was pretty confident in the clarity of her vision, the J was a mundane human, about sixty years old. He exuded confidence and purpose and a benign amusement and was physically fitter than his appearance might at first suggest. She suspected that the slightly scruffy clothes were part of the act, and that he was very good at acting, but there was nothing to suggest that he wasn’t the person who had arranged for this unlikely band to trek down to CalFree to spirit this girl away from the clutches of a corp bent on studying the way these technos ticked. He could of course represent exactly such a corp himself but it might not be wise to mention this to her companions as they seemed to have an unrealistic view of the way the shadows were supposed to operate…
#50October 15, 2018 at 12:47 pm #9858
Becky smiled and continued chatting with the man, and updating him with what they could identify about the pursuers to that point. Promising to update him if they find out about more. When an opportunity presented itself, she left them and blended into the crowd. It was a job, a man paid for an extraction, they did it. She liked Jenny – but to her, there was nothing to it than that.
October 15, 2018 at 8:13 pm #9891
- This reply was modified 2 months ago by Gilga.
By the time the hand-off took place, Al was in sight of the trio of Becky, Jenny, and the Johnson geezer.
Which meant that the bad guys were even closer. Al got ready to lay into them with some mop-handle shock-and-awe, but as Becky peeled away, the Azzie agents somehow seemed to lose focus. They walked by Jenny and the Johnson, passing within a few feet of them and just moving on. Al was pretty sure the old guy looked right at them. And smirked.
Damndest thing. But then Al realized he must have subconsciously cast a spy-distracter spell, leaving him fairly impressed with himself. With a hearty self-congratulation, he left the mop handle behind a potted ficus and followed Becky’s example, breaking away from the small islands of commotion and heading for an exit. He couldn’t see Macey, but he assumed she was not far from Willis. Forty and the dog were also headed out.
The troll was easily visible, but Al could see he was already letting himself be taken down. If he played dumb, there was no major crime to connect him to, and it was unlikely they’d have trouble making bail for him out of their payment. It was money they’d never see again, but there were always operating expenses.
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