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Re: IC 2 - Amsterdam - Day 2

punkey posted in IC 2 - Amsterdam - Day 2 on 2017-03-28 16:12:14
Mason sticks with eggs and some kind of local sausage. "Varayev smuggled a Uran-9 tank into Amsterdam - one modified with additional armor, Claymore mounts, and RPO-A launchers, then had it hidden in the back of a container on a truck, waiting for delivery."
The expression on Operations' face falters, briefly. "So you blew it up, then," she says. "Good riddance. I'll make sure that Agent Abbing knows to clean up the fallout. The last thing we need is a new terror scare in Europe. What about the bodies? Anyone who will be missed?"
"Two Crips that were threatening a contact," Mason replies. "Didn't look like they had a strong parental presence in their lives."
"Hrm," Operations hums. "Well, when they gotta go, they gotta go. But for future reference, I prefer not leaving bodies for the cops, no matter how charred. That just creates awkward questions."
"It was cover for the explosion - two idiots playing with their new toy," Mason replies.
"I'm sure the official report will reflect that working theory," Operations says. "Anything else?"

Re: Seven Devils

MikeS posted in Seven Devils on 2017-03-27 17:38:11
"You've got him, right?" Takao calls over to the Oni, deflecting the persistent sailor's next blow and then shooting him in the face.

"Why don't we just abandon ship, then? He'll think twice about struggling when we're up in the air. Wait, I'll be right over."

Re: Seven Devils

Admiral Duck Sauce posted in Seven Devils on 2017-03-27 11:41:02
"Parley?" Toshiba growls to the captain. "We all get out of range of those honorless bushwhackers upon yonder shore, then we get back to killing each other?"

Re: IC 2 - Amsterdam - Day 2

Gatac posted in IC 2 - Amsterdam - Day 2 on 2017-03-27 06:53:49
After what passes for good night's sleep among covert operatives, it's time to face a new day and discover a different kind of Amsterdam - you know, one with sunshine and traffic and people. Unsurprisingly, yesterday's warehouse explosion is front page news on the paper you snag on the way to the business breakfast with Operations, but the article's tight-lipped about investigative findings - very tight-lipped, in fact. You can almost picture the editor pulling the journalist into his office and telling him to rewrite it without using the word "terrorism". Still, you have to figure that unease about terror attacks is better than actually having that drone tank open up on a downtown crowd.

As you drive up to Hannekes Boom, it occurs to you that this area of Amsterdam isn't very suitable for cars; nice quiet area, though, lots of houseboats and water and a couple of ducks enjoying the morning sun. At the cafe itself, you arrive just early enough to have to dodge to the side to let a departing van through, while Operations is standing in the entrance door, waving you in. As you enter the cafe, you notice that there's a pretty decent breakfast buffet set up for you - and only you, as the whole place seems deserted. Operations locks the entrance behind you, then saunters over to the buffet and starts piling some fresh fruit on a plate.

"We have the place to ourselves for the next hour," Operations says. "So, the good news first. Agent Braun from our Frankfurt office is on his way with the Stingray you requested. I'll be picking him up at the train station after this. And I'm sure you noticed that Amsterdam is open for business now - I recommend you take care of the car situation before Agent Abbing has a heart attack about exposure. Plus, you know, whatever else you need. I brought some more money, if you're running low."

She tastes a strawberry. "That'll do," she mumbles.

"Also, Director Marsh called to tell me that he got a call from the DNI about Brahmvir Singh. Apparently the DNI wants him bagged and shipped to the Craiova blacksite for 'processing'. Not sure if they want to put the screws to him or just disappear him at this point." She shrugs. "Anyway, Marsh told the DNI the same thing he told the Indians and the Pakistanis: they aren't going to get their hands on Singh. Not as long as we still need him. Just figured you should know how popular our friend is."

Having piled up a sufficiently high mountain of fruit, Operations leaves the buffer for the only table with place settings and finds herself a chair to sit in. Sits down, stretches her back, kinks her head from side to side with eyes closed.

"All right, that's better," she says. "So, I guess we get to the elephant in the room now: the exploding warehouse. It makes our hosts nervous when things explode around their capital city, especially when they find half-vaporized corpses and the busted wreck of an armored vehicle at ground zero. Anything you can tell me about that, boys?"

IC 2 - Amsterdam - Day 2

Gatac posted in Wildcard on 2017-03-27 06:52:59
You've gotten in touch with some helpful people in Amsterdam, recruited an insider to get past Edil Varajev's security and made a temporary truce with the shadowy group calling themselves "Fractal" - oh, and you prevented a terrorist plot by blowing a warehouse sky-high. Now you just need to actually get into Varajev's apartment and grab the laptop. Piece of cake, right?

IC 1 - Amsterdam - Day 1

Gatac updated in Wildcard on 2017-03-27 06:09:11
Hot on the heels of Edil Varajev, the new Wildcard team follow him to his safehouse in Amsterdam, where they hope to get their hands on the laptop that might shed light on Varajev's connections to the shadowy terrorist group known as RoI.

Wildcard%20Rogues

Gatac updated in Wiki on 2017-03-26 07:27:50
"Muhammed" Brahmvir Singh - IN CUSTODY

Brahmvir Singh's past is a shadowy one, being that he hails from the border regions of Punjab and has expended a considerable amount of effort into having files and records on him destroyed. He's always taken great care to create ambiguity around himself, and much of his boasts and speeches seem to be about throwing up chaff more than actually saying anything; even his adherence to the ideology of the local Al Queda affiliate he leads is questionable, as are the rare glimpses into his not-very-devout lifestyle. How does a man like Singh rise to such a position? This has proven to be a tough nut to crack for the CIA and allied intelligence services, but maybe that will change now that they can ask him these questions himself.

Edil Varayev - AT LARGE

Google for Chechen gunrunner and Varayev is gonna pop up on the first page. Varayev is single-minded in his pursuit of wealth and power, and does not let little things like morality or patriotism stand in the way of a good deal. Having made his fortune off the continued conflicts in the Balkans, Varayev shows little sign of slowing down or settling for what he already has.

Amrita Bhaduri - DEAD

Amrita was a star graduate of the school of hard knocks. Growing up the daughter of Benghali revolutionaries, she learned early on about the dark side of life and set forth to carve out her place in the world whatever it took. Over time, Amrita became one of those people who were too useful not to keep around, and she made her living by taking paychecks first and figuring out who to betray later. Her mercenary ways made her a natural, if uncomfortable choice for Mason's unauthorized little mission to apprehend Singh (and the two of them sharing a bed for some time didn't make things simpler), but as it turned out, Amrita had also used the opportunity to get herself paid for getting rid of Singh while she had him at her mercy. This, as it turned out, was a poor business decision, and she died with a couple of Mason's bullets in her chest, having finally pushed her luck one too many times.

The Cleaner - AT LARGE

Not much is know about this woman, other than that she came after Tim Barstow soon after his cover as Varayev's backup driver was blown - and then showed up in Amsterdam again, now claiming that she works for a group called "Fractal" and what she's really after is the same thing as the Wildcard agents are, namely Varajev's backers. It seems like Tim earned a reprieve with her, but she's still not on anyone's Christmas card list.

The current working theory is that she's Valentina de Silva, an ex-FARC assassin and general bad dudette.

Fractal - TERRIBLY MYSTERIOUS

Friend, foe, phantom? May be the current form of one of the equally shadowy groups Fuller White, Silent Leges, The Network or Chamber 17, or all of them, and maybe none of them. Their chief business seems to be confusing intel analysts, so not much is known about them, but insofar as they can be said to have an agenda, it's connected to investigating the Renewal of Islam and their terror attacks in Delhi.

Geraint Reese - DEAD

For-hire scumbag extraordinaire, Reese was a merc known to be active in South Asia for quite some time now, as an Interpol warrant disagreed with his chances of returning home to Neath, Wales. Reese was noted fluent in 13 languages and had a rep for being one of relatively few explosive device autodidacts with ten fingers. Too bad he stuck around to gloat on his last job, or else he might have avoided running into Leonard Blake, who handled him like the speed bump he was.

Re: Seven Devils

Gatac posted in Seven Devils on 2017-03-26 07:16:03
(ROUND 3!

Toshiba grapples the Captain to try to take him out of the fight before he can pull out any other tricks:

Toshiba's Athletics: 1d20+14 = 31
Captain's Athletics: 1d20+6 = 21 CAUGHT!)

Toshiba doesn't have time to figure out what the hell the Captain's deal is, but he does know that he's probably their best chance to get someone who knows what the hells this ship was sailing for, and in any event Kirika will probably want to talk to him and try to turn him and Toshiba has even less time for trying to explain why he shanked the most important source of intel on this ship, so less lethal it is. He tackles the Captain to the ground and uses his advanced ninjutsu training to straddle him and punch him in the nose. You know, as a proper "how do you do" between two sailors.

(Takao uses Quick Draw to draw the Sparrow gonne and gets to work on the Captain:

Takao's Attack #1: 1d20+12 = 14 MISS!
Takao's Attack #2: 1d20+12 = 26 HIT!
Takao's Damage: 3d6 = 9

Captain's Damage Save vs DC 14: 1d20+7 = 23 Resisted!)

Takao's becoming cognizant of the limits of swordsmanship - he's over here, and there's a dude with a big knife trying to hack at him, but what he really wants to do is put some hurt on the Captain. Firearms to the rescue, then, as Takao draws Ueki's fancy-named repeating handgonne and, between blows, tries to draw a bead on the Captain. Sadly, the flintlock design has just enough lock time that between him pulling the trigger and the gonne actually going off, Toshiba rushes in from the side and pushes the Captain out of the path of the bullet.

The phrase "Stop helping me" comes to mind.

But Takao's difficult to discourage, and in any event it is time to test whether Ueki's fanciful claims about the "repeating" nature of this weapon are true. So Takao pulls the trigger again, and what do you know, the damn thing spins by itself, the flint carrier locks back and then slams forward again, and the gonne fires a second shot, this one right into the Captain's leg.

(The last remaining mook keeps attacking Takao:

Mook Attack #1: 1d20+12+2 = 21 MISS!
Mook Attack #2: 1d20+12+2 = 25 HIT!

Mook Damage: 1d8 = 6 Soaked by Takao's DR)

Speaking of the dude with the big knife, well, bless his heart, he just keeps trying. Takao brushes his first strike aside, but the second comes just after his shot - and glances off his armor. The dude with the big knife steps back after that, and Takao can see in his eyes that the man is seriously questioning a) what he's doing and b) whether he should be here at all.

(The Captain tries to free himself:

Captain's Athletics: 1d20+6 = 9 SAD!
Toshiba's Athletics: 1d20+14 = 26 RAD!

Toshiba chooses the Injure benefit.

Toshiba's Damage: 1d6+1+1d4 = 5

Captain's Damage Save vs DC 17: 1d20+7 = 26 Resisted!)

"UNHAND ME, MISCREANT!" the Captain bellows, trying to push Toshiba off him - an effort which only marginally shifts their relative positions, but does get him a fresh new cut on his arm as Toshiba strikes to disable.

Toshiba chances a look around; the distant gonne-fighters of the crew are no longer preparing to shoot at Takao and him, mostly because they're running to take shelter from -

BAM! Chainshot thunders overhead as the coastal defense artillery starts its efforts to stop the ship before it gets out of range. Insofar as the ship doesn't really need its masts because it's not sailing so much as steaming right now, this is annoying, but not really germane to the fight. However, insofar as a chainshot hit could topple said masts onto the deck and crush anyone beneath them, things have just gotten a bit more exciting.

Luc%20Lagarde

Gatac updated in Wiki on 2017-03-26 06:39:32
Bio

???

Abilities

Investigative

Academic
  • Criminology 1
  • Human Terrain 2
  • Languages 2
  • Law 1
  • Military Science 1
  • Research 1

Interpersonal
  • Bullshit Detector 2
  • Bureaucracy 1
  • Flirting 1
  • Interrogation 1
  • Intimidation 1
  • Negotiation 1
  • Streetwise 2
  • Tradecraft 2

Technical
  • Cryptography 1
  • Electronic Surveillance 1
  • Forgery 1
  • Notice 1
  • Outdoor Survival 1
  • Urban Survival 1

1 point in reserve!

General
    Athletics 2
    Conceal 2
    Cover 10
    Driving 4
    Explosive Devices 4
    Filch 4
    Hand-to-Hand 4
    Health 6
Infiltration 8
Medic 4
Network 15
Piloting 2
Preparedness 8
Sense Trouble 8 (MOS)
Shooting 8
Stability 6
Surveillance 2
Weapons 4

2 points in reserve!

Personality

Drive: Atonement. The CIA has ways of making you feel sorry for what you did...and Luc's real sorry.
Symbol: Music. Publicly, it's French chansons, but when no one else is around, pop is a guilty pleasure.
Solace: Solome. Luc's ex-wife was the only one who ever really "got" him, even though they eventually split over "irreconcilable differences". When he closes his eyes and pictures stumbling through the night with a 9mm slug in his guts, her door would be the one to knock on.
Safety: A small apartment near the Champs-Élysées, off the books and under the radar.
Trust: Blake 1, Mason 0, Tim 0

Tim%20Barstow

Gatac updated in Wiki on 2017-03-26 06:39:02
Bio

???

Abilities

Investigative

Academic
  • Architecture 1
  • Criminology 1
  • Human Terrain 2
  • Languages 1
  • Military Science 1

Interpersonal
  • Bullshit Detector 1
  • Bureaucracy 1
  • Cop Talk 1
  • Flattery 1
  • Flirting 1
  • High Society 1
  • Interrogation 1
  • Intimidation 1
  • Negotiation 1
  • Reassurance 2
  • Streetwise 1
  • Tradecraft 1

Technical
  • Electronic Surveillance 1
  • Forgery 1
  • Notice 1
  • Outdoor Survival 1
  • Pharmacy 1
  • Photography 1
  • Urban Survival 1

General
  • Athletics 8
  • Conceal 4
  • Cover 10
  • Digital Intrusion 2
  • Disguise 8
  • Driving 2 (Motorcycles)
  • Filch 2
  • Hand-to-Hand 4
  • Health 6
  • Infiltration 15 (MOS)
  • Network 12
  • Preparedness 2
  • Sense Trouble 8
  • Shrink 8
  • Stability 6
  • Surveillance 4

Contacts
  • Laura Mayer, former Mossad, now dark web information broker (1 point left)

Personality

Drive: Altruism. Everyone deserves to come home.
Symbol: Kids, both the dead and the living sort. It’s why Tim never wants to leave bodies during a mission - and it’s why he will if he has to.
Solace: His sister, Sydney Barstow, frontwoman for the post-djentcorephonic band Wesley Snipes Is A Complete Sentence, currently on tour wherever is convenient to the plot.
Safety: Tim’s boat, the Carousing Bubble.
Trust: Mason 3, Blake 3, Luc 1