Dark*Matter: Discovery, The Chicago Ripper

[Friadoc]

Obviously Cade changed clothes before coming to the armory, as he is no longer dressed like an FBI guy. In fact, he's dressed more like a burned out police detective in blue jeans, a t-shirt with 'FBI' stenciled on it, and a pair of sturdy, well worn leather hiking boots. Over all of this is a brown, leather coat that hangs down to just above his knees.

Also, from the way the shirt fills out, it's obvious that he is wearing a bullet proof vest. He doesn't know how it'll handle a demon, but better safe than sorry.

Once Cade is handed the shotgun, he'll load it with a staggered rounds of the two kinds given, with the Willy Pete rounds going first. He'll also jack a round into the chamber so as to add one more round to the shotgun's magazine and then put it on safety.

Also, unless stopped, Cade will slap a tactical flashlight mount into the shotgun using a small mag-lite.

"Be Prepared," says Cade simply enough as he finishes preping his weapon and listening to Ryker.

With a nod to Ryker, Cade says, "She's coming home, sir, come Hell or High Water."

 

[kinem]

Diego decides he wants a bullet-proof vest, too. His leather jacket provides some protection against fists - he knows that much from experience - but this business was getting serious.

It's not that he has a particularly bad feeling about this. He does have a bad feeling about it, a very bad feeling about it in fact. But the same could be said of the time the group went up against the mummy, or the sandmen, or when he and Larry found the mad gunman in Ricky's house. So he no longer trusts that a bad feeling means doom. But that leaves logical consideration of the odds, and that's what worries him.

"Expect a trap" he says. "They'll know we're coming. This must be what it feels like for the guys in Iraq."

 

[Falkus]

5:50 PM, the following day

At the corner of East Ontario and North Fairbanks, the team waited. According to the intel, the next sacrifice would occur within minutes. The fate of the entire city rested on their shoulders. Should the ritual be completed, Chicago and its inhabitants would die.

However, there's a complication.

At 5:50, there's a sharp rap at the driver's window. It's Lieutenant Quinn, and she doesn't look happy.

"What's going on?" she demands, harshly. "I've been looking for you all day. The FBI office had no idea where you are. I had to bloody track you with the traffic cameras. What the hell are you guys doing, ones not filed by you I might add, about gun battles and bombs. I've got eyewitness reports of you taking a suspect into custody, but you haven't told us a single thing about it. What the hell is going on?" She doesn't sound praticularly happy either.

 

[Friadoc]

Cade doesn't roll down his window, yet, however he does turn to Larry with the brief outline of a plan.

"Here's the seed, Larry," says Cade with a half-smile, which is blocked from Quinn's view by his seat, as if he knew this was coming sooner or later. "We're special a Violent Crimes Task Force out of Quantico, covering organized ritual murders and mass murders, operating independent of regional field offices."


"So, do your magic, man," says Cade. Once everyone has had their quick says, he'll roll down the window so that Larry can talk with the police lieutenant. As he does this, Cade will give her a simple nod, down home smile, and say, "Ma'am."

OOC

You know, one of the coolest things about my class is giving people bonuses to do useful things.

 

[industrygothica]

Nick looks around the vehicle for something heavy. He's fully prepared to knock Lt. Quinn out and detain her until this mess is over. I'll be damned if this woman is going to get in out way now, he thinks to himself.

 

[iwatt]

"Quinn. You want to tell me why you're signalling me out in the middle of a stakeout. If you blow this case I'll make damn sure your chief knows who was responsible." After calming down some, Larry continues. "I had one of my agents sent over to your office with an update. Didn't he get there? No?" turning to Cade he signals to Cade and adds. "Get on the comms and get to Lefferts. Find out where he is, get him to the Lieutenant's office. And tell him if he doesn't get there in 5 minutes his will be the shortest carrer in the Bureau ever." In a low mutter, but meant for Quinn to overhear, he adds. "God save me from incompetent rookies."

"Sory about the mixup, Quinn. I got stradled with a rookie straight out of Quantico. Thought the best thing I could do is use him as a gopher. Seems the useles ass must have gotten lost." Trying to get back on topic, he continues. "I told you we were going to run this discretely and give you credit for any arrests. I told you before, we're special a Violent Crimes Task Force out of Quantico, operating independent of regional field offices. I can't very well run this quietly if I have to vet everything with the local bureu chief. Understand this: I really don't want people to know about us. It'll only encourage the crazies to come looking for us to prove some sick kind of point. Let me do my thing. I'm really good at it. Now please, fall back, and make sure you take you're people with you. We really can't afford to spook these bastards."

 

[Falkus]

Nick found a nice, heavy flashlight that could serve as an impromptu club, should he wish to commit assault and battery upon an officer of the law.

Quinn visibly calmed down after Larry explained. "Okay, I get it. But it better not happen again. It's common courtesy, you don't just start running operations, especially loud, public ones involving gun battles, car chases and public arrests in a city without clearing it with us first. You get what I'm saying here?"

Across the street, next to an alley, a black van pulled up and parked next to the mouth of the alley. Quinn glanced at it, looked at the team, and then ducked out of sight.

A man wearing robes, like most of the other cultists you've encountered so far, exited the vehicle. He glanced around the street, then pulled open the side door. You couldn't see what was inside from your side of the street, but after a minute, he reappeared, dragging a young woman, about twenty you'd say (looked like a student), with red hair. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she was gagged.

Then, another figure appeared. It was a tall, narrow figure, hunched over. If it were standing up to full height, it would stand at least ten feet tall. Both if it's long arms ended in serrated spikes, and there were numerous long, wavy antenna comming out of its head and back. They looked almost like small whips.

All in all, it perfectly matched the description of the Murdergaunt you'd seen at the Hoffmann Institute offices.

OOC: Thanks to Nick's help, Larry got a 28 on his bluff check

 

[iwatt]

"OK Quinn. and, Thanks." After the Liuetenat leaves, Larry calls in to the Institute ad let's them know that if the city isn't destroyed in the next 10 minutes, they ought to send somebody with a info brief to Quinn's office.

When the Murdergaunt climbs out, Larry smiles predatorly. "So what's the plan, Cade? I'm all for running that ugly bastard down with the van. The tires might not be blessed, but it'll know it's been kissed."


OOC: woot!!! a 28 on a bluff check. Thanks for the assist Cade!!

 

[Friadoc]

"We ride in, rescue the girl, play big damn heroes, and save the day," says Cade with a wry grin. "We need the cultist alive, but the 'gaunt does down...hard!"

"Ready?"

Once Cade is sure everyone is ready, he'll gun the SUV towards the mouth of the alley, skidding to a stop so as to use the SUV's bulk to block the mouth of the alley and escape routes for the cultist or the van.

OOC

Basically, block the van in, give us a fall back point during the fire fight, as well as cover when we first go in.

Oh, yeah, not a problem Larry, I'm glad t'help.

 

[industrygothica]

Nick readies his shotgun--loaded with explosive rounds--and hangs on as Cade does his stunt driving.