Bloodfall: Basement Brawl (3)
I spin around and my blade bites through his suit. And spine. He drops to his knees, letting one of his blades go. With another swing back around, I finish this and lop his head off. Weird...this fight felt really long and really short at the same time. No hostages, either. Guess there never was any in the first place. If the massacre at dinner said anything it was that these scumbags aren't into taking hostages anyway. I look down at one of my opponent's blades and pick it up. I look at it and then my my own blade. This guy came down here with laser-sharpened blades. Like he was...prepared to fight me. Seriously, who are these guys?..
JD: "Hey I finished up upstairs and I thought you might need a hand so--the fuck is that? The fuck are they?"
LT: "That's SWAT, He's militia, and this is one of his laser-sharpened blades he attacked me with."
JD: "Hold up, laser sharpened? Like--"
LT: "Ours, yeah."
JD: "....how the fuck?...."
LT: "Been wondering the same thing."
JD: "First hip-fired M2s and now this shit? It's like they're...they're..."
LT: "Set up to take us on...."
*TAAAAAAAAKE OOOOOOON MEEEEEEE (Take on me) I'LLLLLLL BEEEEE GOOOOONNEE---*
JD: "Oh shit, that's Arnie calling."
LT: "I.....just put him on speaker."
*BEEP*
JD: "Howdy."
AP: "Hey there lovebirds. I did some digging and--"
LT: "Yeahcool, you wouldn't have happened to sell any laser sharpeners lately? Like the ones you used on ours?"
AP: "....uh....not like the one for yours, but yeah. Thousands. Why?"
JD: "L ran into some fuckface swinging two blades around sharpened like ours. I can see some brick and steel piping he just sliced clean through."
AP: "Huh....That's....that's not good."
LT: "Really? Sounds just fan-fucking-tastic to me."
JD: "You sure you didn't sell one of those sharpeners?"
AP: 'Swear on my father's grave that I dance on every other Sunday."
LT: "*sigh* fine. What did you find? Why are you calling?"
AP: "I had the whole city scanned for any strange radio feeds and I found one that's got some heavy encryption behind it. The only way in that my people found is by pretty much finding one of their walkie-talkies and rip the encryption codes from it. As soon as you do that I can wire a feed right into your phone."
LT: "Done and done. Ryu Hayabusa here has one."
AP: "Good. Rip it open and look for some SD card-looking thing and stick it into your phone."
LT: ".....and it's in. Anything?"
AP: "Yep, that's it, everything's downloading. This'll take a bit, but I'll tell you something: police chatter talked about a convoy of military vehicles moving through the outskirts of the city, heading for the New Trigate bridge. The vehicles were described as being blue and gray...."
JD: "Like these militia dickbags...."
AP: "Yep. ETA is about 30 minutes, so you should get going, I'll even have a surprise for the lady waiting there to help you both. Let's call it an early Christmas present...."
Bloodfall: Basement Brawl (3)
I spin around and my blade bites through his suit. And spine. He drops to his knees, letting one of his blades go. With another swing back around, I finish this and lop his head off. Weird...this fight felt really long and really short at the same time. No hostages, either. Guess there never was any in the first place. If the massacre at dinner said anything it was that these scumbags aren't into taking hostages anyway. I look down at one of my opponent's blades and pick it up. I look at it and then my my own blade. This guy came down here with laser-sharpened blades. Like he was...prepared to fight me. Seriously, who are these guys?..
JD: "Hey I finished up upstairs and I thought you might need a hand so--the fuck is that? The fuck are they?"
LT: "That's SWAT, He's militia, and this is one of his laser-sharpened blades he attacked me with."
JD: "Hold up, laser sharpened? Like--"
LT: "Ours, yeah."
JD: "....how the fuck?...."
LT: "Been wondering the same thing."
JD: "First hip-fired M2s and now this shit? It's like they're...they're..."
LT: "Set up to take us on...."
*TAAAAAAAAKE OOOOOOON MEEEEEEE (Take on me) I'LLLLLLL BEEEEE GOOOOONNEE---*
JD: "Oh shit, that's Arnie calling."
LT: "I.....just put him on speaker."
*BEEP*
JD: "Howdy."
AP: "Hey there lovebirds. I did some digging and--"
LT: "Yeahcool, you wouldn't have happened to sell any laser sharpeners lately? Like the ones you used on ours?"
AP: "....uh....not like the one for yours, but yeah. Thousands. Why?"
JD: "L ran into some fuckface swinging two blades around sharpened like ours. I can see some brick and steel piping he just sliced clean through."
AP: "Huh....That's....that's not good."
LT: "Really? Sounds just fan-fucking-tastic to me."
JD: "You sure you didn't sell one of those sharpeners?"
AP: 'Swear on my father's grave that I dance on every other Sunday."
LT: "*sigh* fine. What did you find? Why are you calling?"
AP: "I had the whole city scanned for any strange radio feeds and I found one that's got some heavy encryption behind it. The only way in that my people found is by pretty much finding one of their walkie-talkies and rip the encryption codes from it. As soon as you do that I can wire a feed right into your phone."
LT: "Done and done. Ryu Hayabusa here has one."
AP: "Good. Rip it open and look for some SD card-looking thing and stick it into your phone."
LT: ".....and it's in. Anything?"
AP: "Yep, that's it, everything's downloading. This'll take a bit, but I'll tell you something: police chatter talked about a convoy of military vehicles moving through the outskirts of the city, heading for the New Trigate bridge. The vehicles were described as being blue and gray...."
JD: "Like these militia dickbags...."
AP: "Yep. ETA is about 30 minutes, so you should get going, I'll even have a surprise for the lady waiting there to help you both. Let's call it an early Christmas present...."