Cold Bitter Truth

Wind Wolf's AoL Blog: There Goes the Neighborhood
That is IT! I'm going on vacation.

Hey Chummers, you've got mail!

All right, I'll accept the fact that we didn't exactly get away clean … and mistakes were made.  Our "safe house" is blown, and Shadowknight lost some good friends.  Because we really cost them some blood.  There might be a gang war in the CZ on account of our actions as well.

So here's what went wrong.  We made a bee line for the safe house, not thinking that the HB had a rigger with a drone on overwatch.  Pretty sure the bastard followed us home, and guided some hitters to us.  And it's not like our day had been flawless already.

Anyway, we heard their forward QRF rolling toward us and deployed, in strung out shape mind you, to politely suggest they turn around.  Then Shadowknight got hit in the face with a grenade from that damn drone, knocking him out.

Juniper tended to our sleepy Ork, and Killshot, Tempest and I went to town on the OpFor.  Here's what I discovered.  Killshot > drones.  Tempest >>>>> the HB decker.  He took a nap, and we're pretty sure got his shit broken.  Here's what I discovered … a big fuck-off sized wolf spirit in your car will ruin your day, as an unconscious mage found out the hard way … as did his fire spirit.  Also, bullets bounce off spirits, it's hilarious.

So, we ran, as the rest of the HB was on our tail.  We decided to exit via the Horde's gate, with a Bulldog as tribute.  They were distinctly not impressed, and Shadowknight and I didn't exactly manage to mend that fence before we were told to gtfo.  What followed was a gang battle/skirmish that Lone Star came in and put a stop to.

So we don't have our sweet access to get in and out of the CZ quietly now, going to have to work on that.  In the meantime, screw all of this shit, we're taking a breather.  Tempest is working on a nice cabin an hour or so south; we're going to chill the heck out for some R&R, and Brother Wolf and I are going to talk … I need to know I'm on the right path.

In other news, I found a trid of an old TV show called "2 Broke Girls."  Then main draw seemed to be this one chicka's rack, but something about their money troubles rang true.  I'm slowly getting out from under my loanshark … but I got to keep working it.

Remaining debt: 60k.



Wind Wolf's AoL Blog: Gone in 60 Seconds
Not this time, Eleanor

Hey Chummers, You've Got Mail!

When you swing for the fences, one of two things usually happens.  You either knock it out of the park, or your fall on your face.  What makes the difference between the two is all the work you put in before the swing.

We didn't put in enough work, and we didn't read the pitcher well enough to knock it out of the park.  We did, however, hit it right between the second baseman and the shortstop for a solid base hit.  Not what we were hoping for, but no outs and we'll have a few more at-bats.

OK, OK, enough of the baseball metaphor.

The short version is we took the chuckle heads on the border of the, ahem, "Chicago National Socialists Fan Club" to be par for the course.  We didn't take into account that really, really good Matrix security can be shipped from some corp in a box.  Some assembly required, but basically plug and play.  It all started out so well …

So we make our entry into the target gang's turf.  We have to neutralize a few sentries on the border, and between some good shooting from Killshot and Juniper, some Matrix lockdown by Tempest, and McGruff the Crime Wolf (Brother Wolf) taking a few bites out, we took care of business, omae.

Then we had what could be considered our final flash of brilliance … we drove up, in one of their jalopies, in their gang colors, to the core.  Then Tempest "tried to interpret the entire imperial network."  And found out that these racist pricks got themselves a matrix upgrade, in the form of a "screw you Tempest" level Host.  Needless to say, they were shortly alerted to shenanigans, and Tempest had to desperately reboot or suffer from a minor terminal brain bleed.

As Olivia Newton John used to sing, "Let's get physical, physical."

Between Killshot turning one guy's head into a canoe, Juniper ventilating another, and Grandfather dropping some funballs (I mean stunballs), we cleared out the immediately alerted guards.  By the way?  Remember that jalopy?  I do … Juniper rigged up some first rate boom-boom, and we learned Grandfather is just skilled  enough at driving to fake it to the ganger's main HQ … and we set off the bomb.  Yay distraction!  This probably saved our lives.

Soon after we were beset by two spirits in the astral, while we had a couple drones come after us in meatspace.  I got my shit pushed in a little by a fire spirit, but was able to banish it with some luck.  Grandfather went "Spirit of Mano y Mano" with another Spririt of Man, while Killshot exchanged fire with a VTOL drone, and Shadowknight gave a scowl to a Steel Lynx to let it know how disappointed he was with its behavior of firing full auto bursts at his face.

Between myself and Grandfather, we dealt with the astral threat … didn't even have a chance to close my third eye.  Meanwhile, Killshot got knocked out by fire from above, and Juniper bolted up to the roof to wake him up.  Just so you know, this was the first time she got knocked out, not the last.

Tempest got our two prize vehicles unlocked and running and we switched to "GTFO mode."  She and I loaded up, and Tempest promptly bricked the two drones from the Matrix.  Shadowknight started to drag the Steel Lynx to our newly procured Bulldog, but thought better of it as the gangers started rolling up in an APC!  He bolted for the van as suppressive fire was laid out, and got inside.  I cast Levitate to finish the loading of the Lynx.

Oh remember that suppressive fire?  Shadowknight ignored it while the rounds bounced off his shield, and Killshot took another shot to the chest … and promptly fell unconscious a second time.  After loading the drone, Tempest backed the Roadmaster close and I levitated his "Trout-like" form into the Roadmaster.  Away we go … I tried to block the way behind us with a barrier, but passed out from the drain.  And the beating I took earlier in the astral.

So, I'm told we more or less got out clean, and more than made up for what these jackholes cost us on our earlier run.  Man, they gonna be pissed …..


Wind Wolf's AOL Blog: Self-Employed
Oh ... we WANT to do this run ....

Hey Chummers, You've Got Mail!

So yeah, opsec and what not, can't get into details about what the crew is doing on our "time-off."  Let's just say we're making the world a better place, one trigger pull at a time.

I'll update this blog entry later, if I can ever stop laughing long enough to finish up.  Time to saddle up, check you later.


Update: This bit of badassery deserves it's own writeup, not just an update.  When my head stops pounding, I'll give it the justice it deserves.

Wind Wolf's AOL Blog: Queue the Thousand Yard Stare
Just ... let the Ork go first next time ... got it.

Hey Chummers, You've Got Mail!

Ok, ok, OW.  It hurts a little to like, breathe and stuff, and sadly, I think my spleen is a little loose.  So sometimes we get excited, and we have to learn the hard way that this is not a safe thing to do.

So this would have been a milk run, if only I hadn't stumbled onto some Ferals.  The team finished up QP's job null sweat, though Killshot and company had to regulate a bit.   Brother Wolf got dissipated slightly in the fight with the security team at our second operational area, but he'll be ok in a day or so.  Might need to drop an offering next time.  Brother Wolf has some gravitas, chummers, but a lightning ball is a lightning ball.  Like I said, Killshot and crew did their thing, and we cleaned up the mess best we could and got paid.

The more I get to know her, the more I like Juniper.  First off, girlfriend can throw down when the chips are down … but more importantly, I think she has some sort of implant for pulling soup outta no where.  Good soup, too!

Anyway, being that like, rent is a thing, and stuff, we went ahead and scoped out our next job for Mr. Johnson.  No reason for this not to go smoothly, just a quick infiltration to come out with proof of ownership of some abandoned property.  There were some mysteries there, but nothing worth risking out necks to investigate.  We were in, Shadowknight did the lockpicking thing, Tempest did her slump over and drool thing, and boom, paydata.

Then came time to extract, after a quick decision not to stick around after mission accomplished.  I'll admit it, I was feeling in a good place.  Thought I'd show off for the ladies a bit … youthful indiscretions or whatever.  I found out when I opened a door two things:

1) Let Shadowknight go first

2) being face to face with 5 hungry ghouls makes me wish I brought my brown pants a little.

Thanks to Shadowknight's quick thinking and some loud ass gunfire (did I mention that Juniper kicks ass with that AK?) I didn't die.  I don't want to sell deathsticks, I want to go home and rethink my life.  Good news is, got the scratch to make good on my debt.  It has to get easier from here, right omae?

Wind Wolf's AOL Blog: Legwork and a New Gig
Shammy need cash gogogogo

Hey Chummers, You've Got Mail!

Wind Wolf here.  First of the month is coming on awful fast for my taste.  Got to get paid, or I'm going to pay myself.

So, we got a giant hard-on for messing with the Brigade, so's Killshot and Juniper went out to do some legwork, with me in the astral for overwatch.  All in all, it went pretty smoothly, and the Wonder Twins got some good intel.  Three more like these two and I think we can form Voltron.  Really nice work, but I think Killshot didn't do so hot with the interrogation of some goon they caught … and I don't know how to ask a stiff questions.  

In other news, the "photos" the Brigade had didn't amount to much … that's why you wear helmets, chummers.

After the dynamic duo returned, we got a call from the Princess, apparently Tempest is going to grow up into a glorified cable repair gurl.  We're headin' to the Danger Zone (thanks Kenny) to replace some gear for her.  I have a bad feeling about this.  Despite my bad feelings, Brother Wolf says if you're not eating, you're getting eaten … which is entirely too literal.


Wind Wolf's AOL Blog: Knife fight in the alley
Granny kick-ass in the house!

Hey Chummers, You've Got Mail!

Wind Wolf here.  I think everything might eventually be OK, and I may leave the field with everything I was born with still attached. Despite Karma working against me.

So my crew got a nice milk run, keeping the peace if you will during a meet.  Of course it goes to drek, thanks to a third party intent on upping the body count.  Once everyone is dead that we're keeping the peace for, we go "Peace" and hit the bricks, with some goons in hot foot pursuit.

We duck around a corner … into a dead end.  Good news, there are two doors.  Bad news, both have maglocks.  We pick one, and go to work on the lock.  Right about when 5 of the aforementioned goons roll around.

They have big scary pistols, so I duck behind cover and call out Brother Wolf.  Our sniper, perhaps with not the best decision making ever, stands up and levels a punk with his IBCM launcher/sniper rifle (I mean, ewww).  He then took a pistol round to the head … good thing he had that helmet, know what I'm saying?  Tempest and Juniper in the crew popped another, and Brother Wolf took out two more.  At this point I feel I should state how my impressive leadership and inspiration was critical to the team. Last guy skedaddled, but not before Tempest owned his commlink.

So we finally got that lock open, and got a really, really impressively large hand cannon leveled at us, by perhaps the scariest grandma ever.  "My what big barrels you have, Grandma!  The better to turn your head into a canoe, my dear."

We decided to politely take our leave.  Tempest noted that the gang bangers apparently had a vehicle coming for us, so we bolted out of the CZ to lick our wounds and plan our next steps.  Hopefully someone will spring for nutrisoy later …


Another day another dollar

It's business as usual in Chicago take a job get paid. But this is Chicago were talking about there's no such thing as business as usual here. Take a job and you get paid or maybe you get dead or maybe you get stiffed. You always know which way the wind is going to blow here. Cold and hard.


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