[Rampancy] (Contracts & Employment Agency) Drug Trafficking [Pennsylvania Incident]

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// MISSION CLOCK: ON


// MISSION PARTICIPANTS: DARK_WOLF


// Gumshoe has taken control of drugs in New York. However, in Pennsylvania the story is different. They don't


// care who buys them just that they get there. The job here is to make sure the drugs make it to their target point,


// a checkpoint on the New York/Pennsylvania border.


Coming into Pennsylvania, you see that the criminal underbelly of this territory isn't too keen on formalities. You are rushed under a tarp as a rain pours down in the urban cityscape, lights high above illuminating advertisements of various random products you ultimately cared little about. The augment that brought you in, a CHiP, looks over to a Psy and is passed a paper with a red line drawn across it. Two dots are drawn in on the line, and he looks up as he runs his finger onto them. He suddenly makes a weird expression of surprise, and puts his freehand behind his head in embarrassment.


"Sorry girl," he says sheepishly in his gang-banger accent, "I'm a CHiP, we normally talk through the dataverse to each other. I've been doing a lot of that lately, forgot you weren't plugged into our gang," he resumed his stance of pointing out the map. The dots were on two bridges.


"These bridges take us over the Old Penn Ghetto. Falling off those is a roughly two-mile drop, but that makes it a perfect place for the locals who don't like our partnership to show up and raise Hell, y'know-wha-I-mean?" He looked up to you, "We'll be moving in trucks down the road. We're ready when you are."
 
She looked up at the man and smiled, "All is well. This will work perfect." She headed towards on of the trucks, "Let's get a move on." She helped herself into on of the trucks, keeping her sword on her side. She needed the job for it was the only way she could remain intact with her sanity. Her mind wonder at all the different scenarios until she found the one perfect for her. The truck rumbled alive and they began to drive down the road.
 
Making it to the first checkpoint, there seemed to be no problems. Well, at first. A single man in powered armor stood on the bridge, cracking his neck by twisting his head. He punched his fists together, and across the bridge from him were official Pennsylvania police. They were holding up the bridge, and in order to avoid getting apprehended by the two vans and dozens of police officers. They didn't seem all that well-armed, but he appeared to not have anything.


[CLASSIFIED - EYES ONLY]


"Unidentified Employee, stand down! This is a non-hostile operation that you are intruding upon! If you do not remove yourself from the premises you will be shot dead!" one police officer said into a megaphone.

The man looked back, making direct eye contact with DARK_WOLF. Well, whatever he looked at you with it certainly felt like eye-to-eye. His helmet had three horizontal lines running down a plate of his helmet. The armor was jet-black, and as he turned around to face the police he charged. His right arm lit up, and a strange assault rifle materialized. His suit's leggings opened up jets, and he slid across the ground firing into the line of police. They fell behind their cars, taking cover. The bullets from his rifle were... Unique. They were bright white, making the sounds reminiscent of an anti-air cannon.
"Holy shit! He's ridiculous! He's gotta be a Shadow Team! DARK_WOLF... Girl," the CHiP from earlier looked at you scared somewhat, "Are you gonna help him alone or...?"
 
She smiled at the man before her. She liked his thinking and decided to take advantage with him. She drew her sword and started heading to towards the police with the man. She blocked any bullets coming her way with her psy shield. She needed this, more than most could ever know. She craved to fight and cause blood shed. She jumped over one of the cars, using her psy, she moved the cars off the bridge. She flung most of the cops across the street. Those that continued to fire at her would meet their maker. She zoomed past five cops and then stood still and their bodies fell in heaps. She flicked her sword, flinging the blood off it.
 
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The Shadow Operative slid sideways around the cops, making an orbit and turning their defensive position into a death trap. As you went in slicing and dicing, the unprepared police officers were being ruined. The gang-bangers you were escorting were shocked at the killing that was going on before them. One particular police officer however seemed to be a psionic. He grabbed your sword with his baton as he charged it with some psionic energy. The parry knocked you back, but as you jumped off her the Operative came in with his weapon on his back.


What happened next was... Interesting.


He came in with his fist pulled back, punching into her baton. She screamed and threw a psionic whip out at him. His free arm caught it, and he pulled her into him. He caught her by the throat, and threw her into a squad-car that was still nearby. She got up, raising a pistol. She fired at him, and he just walked through the shots. Shields arced off his body, flared out as if burst, and then he took a few shots. Blood came down it seemed, but he just didn't seem to care. The police officer ran out of bullets in her gun, to which he responded by glowing in psionic energy. The wounds healed it seemed, and his shielding returned. He grabbed the dying woman by the throat, and holding her in the air he just squeezed her throat. She kicked at him, but being held up three feet off the ground didn't help her too much. He slammed her into the ground with excessive force.


With a loud crunch, he then dropped his boot directly through her head, helmet and all.
He shook his boot clean of the gore, and looked to you. He nodded and started to walk down the road by himself. He seemed to not care about the thugs you were with, but as a news drone tried to get a closer look at him he snatched it out of the air. His hands lit up with holoscreens, and the drone short-circuited. He slammed it into the ground, where it promptly exploded. A piece of it got in his way as it bounced from the point of impact, to which he simply stepped on it and continued on his way. He moved towards the second checkpoint.
 
She grabbed her sword, looking at the man with amazement. She stood there, watching him walk on. She turned to the trucks, motioning for them to come on. She walked ahead, watching for anymore police or trouble. She was fully prepared now for a fight, no matter what the cost.
 
As you approached the second checkpoint, a Pennsylvanian government force stood there. They had planned his route out, almost knowing. The trucks stopped early, leaving you and this Shadow Operative to walk into the searchlights.


"Unidentified Corporate Entities! Please lower your weapons, dismount from your power armor, and put your hands in the air! We are willing to allow you to defend yourselves in court!"


In the distance, you saw dropships coming into view. They weren't labeled the way the Pennsylvanian Military was, instead you just barely made out the words "Gumshoe" and an eye on their sides. Refocusing, you saw the Shadow Operative held up his right hand, with all fingers outstretched.


5.


"We demand you raise your other hand!" a man on the megaphone shouted.


4.


"We will fire upon you and your companion if you do not stand down!"


3.


"You have been warned. They will fire on my mark!"


2.


A bullet slammed into the ground next to his feet. He didn't move. "The next shot will not be a warning!"


1.


"That was your final warning, all forces open fire!"


"Go."


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You felt something echo out across the entirety of the Pennsylvanian territory. Not as if you sensed it with your organs, but as if your very soul felt a wave of energy expel, akin to a scream washing over you from all angles and drowning you in its form. You couldn't breathe, but at the same time you felt like you didn't need to. Bullets tore through the air one-by-one, stopping at the forehead of each officer with a gun in his hands. Streaks painted the night sky, with blossoming muzzlefire at the back of each trail. There might have been twenty military-men, maybe thirty. All of them were armed, and all of them were about to die. Time picked up again, and you saw as the world resumed its motion the bullets slowly enter each man's skull and knock them into the concrete of the bridge. A jet-black dropship lowered a mech into the fray. The mech aimed its large guns and pointed lasers at the Shadow Operative, who jumped backward as it opened fire. He threw his left hand sideways, and holoscreens lit up on the ankles, shoulders, and shoulder-mounted missile pods. Sparks flew from the missile pods, and the man jumped on them. He stomped them a few times, then produced a flare.


He looked to you, then without breaking his gaze he shook the flare to indicate you'd watch it, then touched the burning end across the missile pods. The missile pods short-circuited, and shot off like fireworks before becoming smoking boxes of disarmed missiles. He threw the flare aside, jumped off the mech, and used the jets in his leggings to orbit the mech as he brought ready his assault rifle.


The holoscreens appeared to have reacted to the flames from the flare, causing a process that shorted out the mech's functionality.


As the dropship lifted out of the drop-zone, it vanished into thin air as if it never existed. The mech bore no insignia indicating it existed under the Pennsylvanian Military.
 
She looked at the around in wonder as everything slowed down. She was amazed by the man's ability when suddenly time started moving normal again. The men dropped dead and she looked around confused. She was flattered by the mysterious man, but decided to remain focus on the job at hand. She nodded to the man in approval and wondered if it was okay to continue. She slowly made her way down the road, looking around each corner. She realized about the fire and thought of her own ability, she could create small fires. She leaned against the wall, planning on what to do. She looked over the edge of the wall, wondering what laid ahead.
 
Looking around, you saw the road was clear. There were people scrambling to get away, running in all directions as the Gumshoe dropships touched down in the distance. Beyond the bridge, it was chaos. You were obviously in the center of an emergency the likes of which had never before occurred in Pennsylvania. The mech was suitably distracted by the Shadow Operative, leaving you more than enough of an opportunity to go for it's holoscreen weakpoints.
 
Good. The road ahead was clear. Once she finished the mech, the trucks could come through. She looked at the mech, looking for any open points. She saw an opening in the back side turned towards her. She slowly drew her sword, focusing her psi energy on it. It suddenly had a small flame around it and she prepared her body. She jumped up in the air, landing on the mech's back. She plunged her sword of fire into the opening and twisted the sword like crazy, ripping the insides. She kept going until the mech fell to the ground. She stood, yanking her sword out of the back. She smiled at the Shadow Operative and extended a hand to him. She looked at him seriously, waiting for him to return the gesture. If not, she would take measures.
 
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As the mech was attacked, it violently fought around underneath. It let out screams of some sort, as if someone were yelling through a megaphone. It fell onto its knees, and the fire from your sword ignited the wiring. The flames touched each holoscreen which then caused the mech to jettison each limb. The torso laid on its destroyed back panel, sparking. An ember touched the screen on its face, which caused the cockpit to pop open in a hiss of steam. As it did so, the Governor of Pennsylvania was seen inside. He was coughing up blood, shouting something incomprehensible in an obviously pained expression.


The Shadow Operative looked at DARK_WOLF, shaking his head gently. He held up one finger to indicate "one second" and walked towards the Governor as he sat in the harnesses for the mech.


"You were playing with tech you didn't understand as if it were a toy. You developed this with stolen technology, my tech. And you thought we wouldn't play you like an arrogant fool?" He materialized his assault rifle in a flash of light, and holoscreens appeared all over it. The weapon twisted and clicked, rotating pieces around its barrel to create a rail-gun. "It's a good thing your panic room was so well-hidden, right?"


He fired a single shot from the rifle on his arm, and it punched a hole the size of a fist into the man's forehead. The left-hand of the Shadow Operative indicated "whatever" to an unknown person on top of the bridge. A figure materialized in psionic energy next to the man. It had a feminine figure, after a moment to observe it was taken. Her helmet took on a blue glow, with purple around the small camera on the front of it. The mech took on a similar glow, and the Psionic brought her hands together slowly. The mech lifted off the ground, shook the Governor's body out of the harnesses, and compressed the entire mech into the shape of a bullet. The woman materialized a sniper rifle of clearly advanced make, and a cartridge the size of a child's forearm. She loaded the 'slug' created from the mech into the cartridge, psionically loaded the slug into her sniper rifle, and dismissed the weapon in the same flash of light that it came from.


The man went up to DARK_WOLF, and shook her hand gently but with a firm grip. "Good work. Not how I would have done it, but you're a fire-starter, and I'm not." The sniper-woman made no words, no gestures, nothing. She stood perfectly still, staring down at the Gumshoe choppers. She looked up at a Pennsylvania News Chopper, and grabbed it with psionics. Shaking it until the people jumped out, she grabbed them and put them on the ground gently in front of her. The chopper compacted until it was no longer visible, then vanished. The woman pressed her thumb to each of the news-crew's heads individually, and they suddenly began to look around like they had no idea what happened.


The man took a screwdriver-esque object and drove it under the governor's right ear. After a few seconds of it being there, he pulled out the crystal that was in Governor Johnson's implant. "You're clear to wrap up your contract. We have to go perform cleanup duty."
 
She nodded at the man, "Thank you for your support... I'll leave you two to your work..." With that she headed down the road with the trucks. She glad for this to be all over. She hated to admit it, but the guy's work did come in handy. She was use to working alone and it gave her a weird feeling on the inside. She shook her head, focusing on getting the trucks to the destination. If anything got in her way, it was removed. They finally made to the final point. She stood by, keeping guard while they made the exchange. She could finally relax after this. She had a lot on her mind and didn't like thinking about certain things.
 
As you and the gang-bangers made it through the checkpoints and into New York, you were greeted by Gumshoe police. They weren't arresting you, nor the gang-bangers. They were actually buying the drugs, and packaging them into medical crates labeled "FOR CLEANUP BY" and then a clinic's name.


Among this exchange you felt a ping from the CEA, and it was an alert about the success of your mission. You felt C100,000 richer. Before you could make your way to leave, however, a man in a red trench-coat dismounted a motorcycle a short distance from the sale. He took a long sword off the side, putting it on his back before running a hand through his white hair. He gently put his hands in his pockets, slouching forward just enough to give an appearance of 'not really caring.' He pointed his right hand to you.


"You're DARK_WOLF, right? I know the CEA needs you to turn in your reports and all, but so does Gumshoe. And if they treat you the way they did me, you'll be paid just as much if not more than however much the CEA gave ya, you're call though, lady. If you give me a hard time though I'm gonna have to insist," he smirked flirtatiously, obviously not trying to imply attacks but more flirting.
 
She looked at the man, collecting the information. More money than now huh....? She thought carefully, wondering whether she could trust the man. But I do need the money.... She looked up at the man, putting her sword away. "How can I take your word as true...?" She really wasn't sure about the man and she didn't trust many people. "If you're lying though...." she slowly touched her sword's handle, "I will take measures...." She let go of the handle and slowly walked halfway to the man, hoping he would meet her halfway to make the agreement official.
 
"I don't know why I'd lie to you. But if you wanna 'take measures' I'm down for a dance." He winked. "My bike's this way, come on." You followed him in,


// MISSION CLOCK: OFF


// Loading... DONE.


// Rewards: C100,000


// SPECIAL COMMENTS: You have permission to go into the Gumshoe Board Room. Wait for my post that will bring Maya in before


// posting for yourself.
 
[DOCUMENTATION ON THE PENNSYLVANIA INCIDENT HAS BEEN SEIZED PER UNITED NATIONS INTERNATIONAL LAW NO. 433569541, SUBSECTION A.24, PARAGRAPH EIGHTEEN, ARTICLE B. ANY AND ALL INQUIRIES INTO THIS MATTER WILL BE DENIED.]
 

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