Dark*Matter: Discovery, The Chicago Ripper

"I'll take a fiendhunting kit," Meredith says quietly; a request that should have sounded silly coming from her, but didn't for some reason. Maybe it was the resolve on her face, or the way her fingers caressed the hilt of the sword at her side unconsciously.
 

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Cade can easily and quickly determine that the fifth sacrifice should take place at or around the corner of East Ontario and North Fairbanks. The sixth will be at East Hubbard and North Wabash.
 

Diego turns to Stanfield as he says "It seems to me ... and I could just be ignorant here, or paranoid ... but they seem to know a lot more about us than we know about them. Heck, more than we know about each other. Stuff like my old gang and Z's identity. Could there be an informant inside Hoffman?

Not that it matters I guess, we just have to assume they'll know we're coming."
 

"Well, Doc, you guessed right here," says Cade as he points to an area near East Ontario and North Fairbanks with his index finger. Then Cade moves his finger and points to East Hubbard and North Wabash. "Which would make this the spot for the sixth sacrifice."

"I wouldn't be surprised, Diego," says Cade after pointing out the locales. "The Final Church is a pretty tempting power broker group, think 'Eyes Wide Shut'."

"Basically, a bunch of elitist academic assclowns who think morals only slow them down," states Cade. "Which I guess is true, since right or wrong would slow down an evil, vile, murderer."

"Oh, sorry, Doc, did I talk too much again?" Cade says with a half-joking smile at Nick.
 

"We've had spies before, it's always a risk. Especially given the secretive nature of our enemies. But there's other ways for him to gather information. A good telepath can pluck secrets out of your mind without you even knowing. It's part of the the whole reasoning behind the security levels."

"You go get armed, and get out there. Stop these madmen. I'm going to go whistle up a tactical team from the higher ups. I'm going to go make the calls now," Stanfield concluded, as he stood up.
 

Friadoc said:
"Oh, sorry, Doc, did I talk too much again?" Cade says with a half-joking smile at Nick.

"Now that we've got our information, you can talk all you want," Nick says. "As long as you can do it while you drive. Let's get out of here."

On the way to the ready room, or wherever it is they get ready, Nick speaks to Cade quietly, but casually. "You know this isn't over even if we do stop the sacrifices, which we will. I see a trip to Hong Kong in our future--or in mine, at least. I've got to find him. I've got to fix him or kill him--whichever it takes, but he can't go on like this. He's too smart; he'll find another way."
 

Cade doesn't hesitate in his reply.

"I can't speak for the others, Doc," says Cade in the same low-tones to Nick. "But, I'm there if you need me, okay? Whatever the answer, whatever it takes."
 

There's something seriously wrong with me. Looking at his companions, Larry realizes that he is the only one not concerned, nor scared, nor worried. All he can really feel right now is excitement. How strange is it that all I can think of is that it's time to kick some demon ass. The shrinks always said I enjoyed taking chances, but I always though that was more of their psychobabble. But maybe it was true. Cause instead of running away from the city, I can't wait to go after these bastards looking at his companions, he could tell their motivations just from reading their faces. Cade was all buisness, singlemindedly devoted to getting his team back. The Doc's reaction to Davenport's betrayal explained why he'd so readily jumped into things: he wanted answers. The Doc would probably go down to Hell itself just to get that last bit of info. Diego might act all gang tough, but deep down Larry could tell he was seriously committed to this save the world thing. And Meredith was just plain weird. She looked all worried and bookish, but he'd spied her working on her swordwork a couple of weeks before. If one of them was built for this, it seemed it was her.

And then there was him. Apparently nothing more than an adrenaline junky. And he'd found a source for infinite rushes here at the Institute. Checking the ammo of his weapon one more time, Larry was all smiles. Time to kick some ass.
 

Ryker was waiting for you in the armory, a grim expression on his face. There were five, large carrying cases on the counter, that looked sort of like small coffins. He opened one up, and began laying out its contents as he described them.

"Okay, standard fiend hunting kit. Your nine and ten mils aren't gonna do you much good, which is why we use shotguns for this sort of work. Each of you get one Browning BPS ten gauge shotgun, with ten high explosive shells and ten white phosphorous rounds. This will stop just about anything. The shotguns have also each been blessed. You also each get two frag grenades. In case you have to work in the dark, a pair of night vision goggles for each of you. Each case also has four flasks of holy water, and the holy symbols of seven different religions." He started repacking the gear. "This is heavy duty stuff, so be careful, especially with the WP round and grenades."

"Oh, and for you, my dear, I have something special" he said to Meredith, reaching beneath the table and producing a battered longsword. "This blade was once used by Sir Galahad himself. It's been enchanted to fight evil, like the demon you're going to be going up against. I had to get special permission to take it out of the vault."

"Get Z back, and shoot 'em in the head for me, agents. Godspeed." Ryker concluded

[sblock]Explosive ammunition adds one die to damage, so the shotguns deal 3d10 points of damage. White phosphorous rounds add 1d6 damage, and can set their target on fire.

Meredith's sword is a +1 holy longsword[/sblock]
 

Meri reaches for the new sword, and her expression changes as soon as she touches its grip. A white shimmer ripples up the notched, ancient blade, and she grins at the feel of power within it.

This was a good sword.

"Thanks," she says to Ryker. "I'll do everything I can to be worthy of this."

It slides into its scabbard with a high, silvery noise, after which she inspects the contents of her kit with a clinical eye.

"I'm ready whenever you guys are."
 

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