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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DanMcS" data-source="post: 653121" data-attributes="member: 6530">1/4/2003Session 5Rumor had it that Bubba the ogre, Big Johnny, and their gang of merry orcs were consolidating criminal activity downtown.  Gang activity isn't really our purview, but they are Arcadians, so we're taking an interest.Bronagh Flannery is the new addition to our team.  She's Irish, and has some sort of sordid criminal past.  And apparently some history with some zombies, though we didn't get all the details of that.  Definitely an asset.  She, Mason, Wolfgang and I went downtown in our unmarked, bleeding obvious white van.  We have to get a new van.  We look like the FBI.  Yep, inconspicuous, that's us.Daedalus told us where they were headquartered, last he knew.  An abandoned warehouse.  Orcs don't go for condos, apparently.  We drove by the park they used to hang out at, and the liquor store, but they weren't in evidence, so we headed down Broad into the neighborhood of the wearhouse.We left the blindingly white van parked behind a row of abandoned apartments.  Bronagh picked open the back door lock on one, and we went inside.  Talented lady.Through the shuttered front windows, we could see Bubba and Johnny's warehouse.  There was a truck parked on the front lawn.  Scratch that, more 'crumpled into the wall' than parked.  Looks like a beer truck.  Crack!  Was that a gunshot?  We didn't hear any more, immediately.  Wierd.No movement in evidence inside the warehouse.  Crack!  Another shot!  Where are those coming from?Isaac stayed put to watch the warehouse.  Mason and Wolfgang climbed up through the attic to the roof of the apartment, Bronagh went out the back to scale the fire escape.Crack!  Definitely close.  Something is moving on the roof, a couple of apartments down.  Isaac, get up here!Wolfgang, Mason, and Isaac headed down the roof, nimbly jumping the gap between buildings.  Everyone managed to grab ahold of the ledge when we fell, too, so nobody got hurt.Someone was hiding on the next roof.  Behind a big air conditioning unit.  Wolfgang pulled out his gun and covered us, as Isaac and Mason lept to the third roof, and even made it this time.  A puff of smoke rapidly expanded, the guy had dropped a smoke grenade.Isaac charged into it, trying to cut him off.  Mason swept through the near side, and from behind us, we heard 'Drop your veapons."  We are sooo not the swat team we think we are.The guy covering us, dressed in a city-grey ghillie suit and holding a pistol, was very slight of build, and had pointed ears.  "Are you an elf?"He was.  Ivan had translated to this world in Russia, picking up the native language there when he came.  He'd come to America hunting orcs.  Turns out Wolfgang had run into him a few weeks back at a gun show, buying a sniper rifle, which sat in a nearby corner aimed at the warehouse.  "I've killed three or four.  There are perhaps ten left in building.  Have not seen ogre."Ivan wouldn't come in, but he agreed to cover the windows and south and west sides if we went in to flush them out.  We split into two teams, Bronagh and Isaac in the south door, and Wolfgang and Mason went to the west, where the truck door was a few feet open at the bottom.  We communicated by radio, and went in the two doors simultaneously.</blockquote>

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