Gentlemen, I have your first assignment ready.  Glasgow has, on occasion, supernatural problems of its own.  Rarely do problems get out of hand around here though.  Most things know the Wizard Council is strong here and anything breaking the 7 Laws or grossly violating The Unseelie Accords, will be dealt with harshly.

On the other hand, sometimes something minor springs up that the mighty wizards do not feel is worthy of their esteemed attention.  Like today.  It appears a 140kg man, painted blue, wearing only sneakers, has been streaking around the city.  I'd like you to try to find him and make him stop.

The other item for your attention is an individual calling himself The Force of Goodness.  He is apparently trying to be a superhero, but there is little to nothing super about him.  For some reason the authorities have been unable to apprehend either suspect, and have reached out to us before this becomes an incident.  The city of Glasgow, country of Scotland, and the entities such as Interpol located here do not need the negative press if something bad were to happen to them.  Check the east side for the hero.  I hear the fat guy likes to show up around the plaza in middle of town. You can use your own transportation if you like, or sign out a car in the motor pool. You don't have to leave immediately, if there is equipment or information you need, but I want this dealt with quickly, and with as few body bags as possible.  If you like, the armory has nonlethal ordinance, which I like for shotguns, and lethal ordinance for your sidearms, for situations that go arse end up.

If there are no other questions, dismissed.

Israel looks confused. "Wait, our first case is a naked blue-guy and wanna-be superhero? What, exactly, do these things have to do with magic, or things-that-go-bump-in-the-night? It sounds like a job for local cops. Or the local asylum, for that matter."

With all due respect, I'm going to have to agree with Israel, sir.  I understand that this is our first assignment, but sendin' us to deal with a couple of crackpots almost seems like sendin' a SEAL team after a shoplifter.  Oh well, ours not to reason why...

I do think I should ask, though, could you explain the White Council, 7 Laws of Magic, and the Unseelie Accords?  Maybe you mentioned them in my packet and I just missed it, but I'm kinda in the dark here.


<OOC>I know what these are, but Jacob doesn't.</OOC>

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 3):

Is simple.  I give you fun jobs with little importance first.  You screw up,no big deal, I grab a shotgun with holy silver bullets of explodiation and go solve the problem. Little paperwork even.

I give you big job, you screw up, I now have to assemble an 18 man kill squad armed with automatic shotguns full of Real Nastiness_(tm).  Then I have to get Horace brew up forgetful potions for the hit team, then loads of paperwork, and I'm over-budget, which means no new ammunition for Sasha, and she does love her new ammunitions.

Besides, I was saving this for surprise.  I tell you since you ask. 
He gestures for Israel to move to the back of the room, then moves a projection screen over and has Jacob turn on a projector.  The screen shows packets of drugs, reddish in color.

Do either of you recognize this?  It is new stuff, known as 3-Eye.  Felix, over in the drug division, can tell you more if you ask him.  What I can tell you that he doesn't know is that 3-Eye gives the user the ability to see with their "Third eye" so to speak.  What the wizarding community calls The Sight.  It allows them to see what cannot be seen normally, see things as they truly are.  Every wizard I've spoken to calls it a mixed blessing, not to be used lightly.  The true sight of some things is so visibly beautiful as to make you cry, but the sight of some others is so mind-scarringly terrible, the brain doesn't know how to deal with it.  But it has to, The Sight doesn't fade, you always remember what you saw vividly.

That's what makes this stuff dangerous.  Junkies walking around with magical sight open full-tilt all the time?  A recipe for madness and violence.  That's just on them.  Imagine if they walk past a troll in human guise and call him out for hat he is.  Then you have the mayhem of an angry troll in public.  Not good for public safety and sanitation.

Our best in Interpol have proven ineffectual at tracking this drug.  Partly because, well, the suppliers literally see them coming.  Except The force of Goodness.  He apparently is able to track them and has been somewhat successful fighting them.  But no longer.  They are planning to deal with him permanently.

We know they have an ambush planned in the Eastern block of the city.  We also believe the stash is in the same area.  If they smell Drug Division, they'll scatter, you must be discreet early on.  If you need backup, Felix and his men will be nearby awaiting your call.

Izrael.  Under no circumstances are they to see magic! If you have to use it, make sure it is explainable as something else!  None of these men, including Felix, know the truth of what we do down here, and that is to remain our modus operandi for the time being.



The Fat Man, meanwhile, is a curiosity.  The cops can't catch him.  How do multiple cars lose a fat guy on foot?  Why is he doing this, and what does he want?  My guess, but I don't know for sure, is that he's fae.  If he is, be careful when dealing with him.

In reply to GM (msg # 4):

Sergei takes a breathe, and appears to concentrate for a moment. He then reaches into his desk and produces two folders and hands them to you.

General information you need to know. Williams, your packet has little about the White Council because you aren't suppose to know about it, not being a wizard.  The 7 Laws are listed, as well as general information about the 2 faerie courts, The Unseelie Accords, and the vampire courts we know about.

Which reminds me, Levy, I understand you were invited to a Wizard Council meeting.  You have not officially asked to go yet, but I'm denying your request for now.  The next Council meeting is in Chicago, US.  I just got you and am not sending you across the ocean on business that is not mine.  Secondly, I'm turning it down because the next meeting will likely involve the execution of a rogue wizard.  I would rather that not color your first impression of the Council.

Now, does that cover everything?

(the folders will basically fill your characters in on the basics of the Dresdenverse. The upcoming Council Meeting is the one at the end of book one. Obviously, Harry doesn't get executed, but leading up to it, the supernatural world thought that would be the result.)

"Ah, I see. June is a poor month for watching decapitations anyway.  That's more of a Fall thing, I would think."

He turns to Jacob, "So Yakov, where shall we start? Fat, naked men or comic book nerds?"

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 6):

Be sure to get properly equipped from our provisions locker on your way out.  Body armor and a pistol are standard issue and you are required at least that much on your way out.  This time, I want you prepared, just in case.  Both of you take a couple packets of salt, a steel rod, Izrael, I understand you have a blasting rod now, it should work in case of fae, and Williams, we have a couple of heavier ordinance, I'd prefer you take either a rifle or shotgun with the nonlethal ammo.  Oh, and something silver would be good.  We don't have a lot in the way of weapons right no, let me know if there is something specific you need or want.

Let's gear up, go look for the vigilante first.  Maybe we can find out somethin' 'bout the Three Eye and the other nutjob from him.  And if we're lucky, maybe we can keep the moron from gettin' himself killed.


I look over the packet while we're suiting up and turn to Sergei with a question:

You said to take the steel rod because of the faerie's weakness to iron, right?  What's wrong with a KA-BAR?

I grab some body armor, a .45 or .357 magnum pistol, and an M-4 assault rifle.

Frankly, I prefer my guns to pack some punch, I've always thought 5.56 NATO is very underpowered.  I want to knock a guy on his ass when I shoot him.

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 8):

Ka-Bar is fine.  I just wasn't sure there was one in the case.  Between Horace and Ariel, they are rather hard on them.

(ooc: for the record, as far as I know, both the guns Mike picked are going to do 3 damage, I haven't looked over the weapons as much lately. If I'm overlooking something, or there is more I should take into consideration, let me know.

(Sounds right to me, assuming those a both large pistols /I don't know crap about guns/ -
Knives, small weapons - 1
Most Pistols - 2
Large pistols, Rifles - 3
Explosives, advanced battlefield weapons - 4)

Israel takes a pistol (Don't ask me what type, just something simple), body armor and a TASER (if available), as well as his blasting rod and shield ring

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 10):

(I'm calling the two pistols Mike described as heavy pistols based on what I know. which puts them at 3. The rifle is 3, but is also automatic, which means it can be used for defense as well.)

Isreal gathers his gear and turns to his new partner.  "Superhero it is then. I'm ready when you are Yakov."

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 12):

One last thing before you go.  Williams, this is a walkie talkie set to Felix's frequency.  I'm giving it to you because most wizards fry electronics, especially when casting.  Keep it away from Levy.

No grand heroics this time, play this one by the book, you are both professionals, act like it.  I want you both coming back in one piece.  Be careful out there, and give them hell.  Once you have dealt with the situations, return for debriefing.

Good luck gentlemen.Don't forget to sign for a vehicle in the motor pool.

Responding to Sergei's statement about the KA-BAR, I pull up my pants leg and take mine out of my boot and put it on my belt where it belongs.

Out of habit I salute and start walking towards the motor pool, presumably with Levy in tow.

So, you wizards fry electronics, huh?  Guess that's one person I won't be invitin' to watch the game once I get the house fixed up, huh?

On the other hand, pretty much any fuel-injected car is gonna have on-board computers.  Hmm, maybe they'll have some older vehicles here?
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In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 14):

Horace meets you on your way to the motor pool. <Oh look, Israel, you've found a new friend, and his knuckles don't drag the ground.  Oh wait, you're from Louisiana right? Which means webbed toed, bug eating, and you were weaned off milk and onto beer, yes? He claps his hands mock theatrically. I just love stereotypes. Let's see, your folder says Bossier, which is close enough to Texas for the swamps to have drained.  You probably don't eat bugs, but some of the things you do eat look like bugs, and I'm sticking to my guns on the beer.

Israel, I've finished prepping your vehicle.  It is now unlikely to explode.  Also, I used a homemade fuel, it should be adequate for local excursions, and not quite as volatile as gasoline in case you cast or get cast upon.  In the glove box you'll find an anti-toxin for the 3-eye just in case.

Jacob, here are the keys.  I'm sure you'll be fine, but I included a blanket and a special set of manacles in case you need to arrest The Fat Man.  I also included a chocolate bar in case you need to calm him down or barter with him.



Oh, and Israel?  I need to speak with you after the mission. Jacob, come see me in my lab sometime, we'll see if I can do anything for you. For the record I don't do love potions, sleeping draughts are a specialty though.

To Jacob -
"Thus far, I've been too weak a practitioner to have much of an effect on electronics - except for wiping hardrives fairly often - so I wouldn't worry too much about our vehicle dying on the way."

To Horace -
Israel chuckles as Horace mocks then replies, "Thanks, Q. What would we do without you?"

Israel heads to the car and studies the files on the case, to look for the last known sighting of their target.

I grunt at Horace's jokes and focus on checking my gear, rapping magazines to make sure the rounds are all the way back (so they'll feed properly), checking to make sure that chambers are clear until we exit the compound, checking the fit of my ballistic vest to make sure it won't impede my movement, and placing my badge on the front of my vest so it's readily visible.

I say a quick prayer and look at Levy:

Ready?

Israel nods back, "Time to roll and rock."
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In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 18):

As you enter town, Felix's voice comes in over the radio:
Hey guys, Sergei wants you to take lead on this one, so here's the intel we have right now.  Your hero was spotter on Montrose, looks like some drug dealers a few blocks down, at the corner of Rotten Row, a tough section of town.  We've got surveillance on him, and keeping our distance til you tell us otherwise.

Rotten Row would normally take 45 minutes to an hour from where you are, but you're Interpol, which means road blocks, ignoring lights, that good stuff, which is going to reduce time to 30 minutes standard.

(Jacob, who I assume is driving, needs to roll the skill)

<growl>Dealers...  Good thing we're professionals, otherwise there'd be some police brutality...

<OOC>Crap, dice roller hates me again.</OOC>

That's a -1 on Driving.  Apparently I either drive like a grandma or I'm used to driving a Bradley IFV.
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In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 20):

(ooc: dangit, I thought you had the drug-hatin' aspect,was about to compel. Oh well, I'll see how else I can mess with you...ooh, I know, I'll just do this...)

You are new to Glasgow, so you aren't doing quite as well on time as you would otherwise.  As you slow to make a turn, about halfway from your destination, a pedestrian runs out in front of you.  A blue pedestrian, weighing close to 300lbs. He jumps, one foot landing on your hood, then continues on his way.

You may feel free to roll alertness, ignore him completely for now, or stop and go after him.

Again with the not rolling so well, I got a +1 on Alertness.

I...  I could've done without seein' that...

<OOC>And crap, I had meant to give Jacob that aspect.  It would be a little cheap to give it to him after the fact.</OOC>

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 22):

(OOC that's what this mission is for, the oops I forgot to put that back on my character sheet.  I remember it being there.  In fact, it was the trouble for a bit. So yeah, I'll give you the benefit of it being around.)

Since Drug-Hater, or whatever you would like to call it, I'm in favor of Playa-Hata, making it gang related, not just drugs, I'm compelling now.  Jacob, you may spend a fate point and ignore it, or you may take a fate point, and you are now ignoring The Fat Man, and driving madly to the site.  Please choose.

I'll accept the Fate Point and drive like a maniac towards the scene, screw the Fat Man.  Well, not literally, unless I have a drill and some screws, then I'll screw his feet to the ground so his big blue fat ass will stay put until we get back.

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 24):

As being mean to fat fae could potentially result in a very unpleasant Christmas season, you leave the blue guy alone for now, with Israel mentally making a note of where he was and which direction he's going in.

Felix is standing on a street corner as you pull up to the address he gave you.  Nearby are 4 guys tied with rope, sitting on the ground.

Welcome to the party. I didn't see it, but one of my guys did and will tell you what he saw.  2 of the guys are buyers, minor thugs.  We're turning them in to local authorities who are trying to crack down on gang violence in Glasgow. We're trying to lean on these chowderheads to find out where the rest of the stash is being kept, and where they get it.  And you are trying to find a guy who thinks he's a bona fide superhero. Your lucky day.  No leads on the other two jobs, but we know where your guy is headed, well, we know where he's been.

In 25 minutes, he's taken down 12 of these druggies, on different street corners, all headed into Rotten Row. You need to be careful if you go in there, not a lot of law if you take my meaning.  Rotten Row is home to several bad elements and people trying to lay low.

If you want, you are welcome to try to get info out of these guys, it's a pretty good bet where the drugs are, your vigilante is going to show, be nice to beat him there right?

While Felix is talking to Jacob, a young cop walks up to Israel, Sir?  I was told to tell you about the guy you're after.  I saw this whole incident, sir.

The fellow is shaking pretty badly, he's obviously seen something he wasn't expecting, and it doesn't seem to be settling right with him.

It was pretty basic at first, sir.  2 drug dealers, we know them, sir, been watching them a while.  The two buyers were here on behalf of a local gang.  We think they were buying for the gang's personal use rather than further distribution, sir.  Suddenly, this guy dressed in white stretch pants, white stretchy shirt, white mask, gloves, boots, and cape, ran up, and...sir, I'm not lying t'ya, I know what I saw.  The others laughed, but I saw a bright light, like the presence o' the almighty Himself.  When the light was gone, so was the Masked Man, and this lot was tied up.

Israel looks at the young cop. "I need to know exactly what you saw, no matter how strange, or how seemly irrelevant. As Holmes said, 'The little things are infinitely the most important.'  Did our costumed friend seem to create the light himself, or should it have some from elsewhere, somewhere nearby? Did he seem to have any other...abilities, besides creating light? Did the light shine for long enough for him to have tied up the offenders, or would it have required some kind of super human speeds? From your description, I assume he arrived on foot? You saw no vehicle of any kind?"

While talking to him, I study the scene. (Investigation 2 + Roll -2 = 0)
(Wow, I really prefer my phone's dice roller to this one.  You'd think I'm running Allen Reglia with all the negatives I've been getting.)

<OOC>It doesn't like Jacob much better than it did Allen.  Also >.<  I forgot to take Intimidation, all I have is Presence.</OOC>

I start questioning the dealers:

Presence:  -1  <OOC>Crap, I don't think I've gotten above -1 yet</OOC>


I pace casually back and forth in front of the 4 dirtbags, my rifle hanging casually with the muzzle down on the front of my vest.  When I speak, I make absolutely no effort to stifle the Southern drawl in my voice:

You bangers really are some stupid sumbitches, ain'tchoo?  Y'all waited til the week they decided to get tough on ya to start sellin' that shit.  Well, too bad fer y'all, we're gonna deal wit you like we do back home.  Felix?  Ya got some rope?  I do believe it's time fer a Looziana drag race.

I look all 4 suspects in the eye and then ask:

Which one a you boys is gonna squawk first?

I turn around and wink at Felix when he hands me the rope and then I start tying the 4 thugs to the back bumper with enough slack for them to drag a few feet behind the car.

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 27):

There are more than one pair of wide eyes staring at Jacob, not all belonging to the criminals as the meaning of his words settles internally.  One of the criminals looks as though he's going to be sick. There is muttering about the crazy American and rules.

Finally, one speaks.  Jiff's got it split up.  Biggest lot is in a house down the street, in the Row.  They're waiting for that guy, they got enough fire power to fight a small army, but I don't know if it'll work on him.


officer to Israel I guess the light came from him, or maybe something he was carrying.  It was definitely originating from close to him when it first started shining.  He ran over to them from across the street shouting For Goodness Sake! they laughed, one of them pulled a gun, and everything erupted in light, I'd say it shone long enough for him to tie them up, but only if they sat down and didn't resist.

I'm sorry sir, I really didn't see anything else.

Heh heh, gets 'em every time.  I'm not some asshole warlord from Somalia, I wouldn't ACTUALLY drag someone through the street.  But they don't have to know that...

Interpol thanks you gentlemen for your cooperation.

I look at Felix with a grin.

Book 'em, Dan-O.

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 29):

Felix smiles dryly: American wit. Reminds me why I left the states. Nah, just kidding Williams, good job, we'll let the locals deal with these guys.  Now we know where the largest stash is, and who the local 3-eye boss is.  Fellow by the name of Jiffy Lube.  Y'just gotta love junkies and their nicknames.  Cocaine magnate in these parts, apparently he's looking to branch out, maybe move up in the world. What say we go put an end to those dreams of his?

Though if that goon is right, we should call in backup.  If you want to follow on the lead about the hero, go ahead, but try to stay away from the building, do not engage until backup's at least nearby.

There is a potential now of ridding Glasgow of one of it's biggest drug dealer/distributors.  The arrest or neutralization of Jiffy and his crew, and keeping that spot clean, would reduce drugs and crime by several points. A major accomplishment and feather in the cap for Felix's group and local Glasgow cops.

In the distance, scattered gunfire can be heard.

Upon hearing the gunfire, Israel mutters, "That's usually not a great sign. We'd better check it out." Then, with what he hopes is a dramatic flair, but probably isn't, Israel tries to disappear into the shadows to explore the sound. (Stealth 3 + Roll 2 = 5)

And Since I don't know which I'll need:
(Alertness 1 + Roll -1 = 0)
(Investigation 2 + Roll -1 = 1)

I'm going to try an assessment of the area (Page 195).  I'm going to guess that there should be an aspect along the lines of "Buildings provide nice shadows" on this area.
If I'm right, I get to 'tag' that aspect and use it once for free, since I'm the first to discover it, or allow another player to use it for free.

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 31):

(No need to roll this time, probably best to give the +2 to Jacob.)

As you head down the street, you see another set of 3 tied up, but this time a fourth person is standing next to them.  Obviously not one of the dealers,this guy is dressed  almost entirely in white, and even has a cape on.

Greetings brother!Well, sorta brother, _{you should really reconsider Jesus...}He clears his throat and regains his heroic stance.

I appreciate your support in this fight against the forces of evil, and can only imagine you appreciate my help in your duties! If you would be good enough to arrest these evil-doers I shall go and smite the remainder in yon building!

You have got to be kidding me.
"Shalom, um, brother. Can we hold up on the smiting jut a bit? Maybe head into the banter and dialogue section first? Maybe an Origin story summary, or the like? Cause I'm a little confused as to who you are, and what the frell is going on here."

He pauses, then adds for good measure, "And let's make sure we skip over the 'heroes misunderstand each other and fight' section.  I've never been a fan of those myself."

I'm scanning the area while trying to talk to him, while trying to talk to him.
Studying costume, guesstimating age, fitness, sanity, paranoia, etc.  Watching to make sure no hidden drug dealers pop up out of nowhere and launch their own attack.

(Investigation 2 + Roll 4 = 6  Now that's more like it!)
(Rapport 2 + Roll -3 = -1) And now its gone...)
Ok, fine let's use a fate point. Using my aspect about talking to make sure I don't spook the guy, so I'm gonna reroll Rapport
(Rapport 2 + Roll -2 = 0) And I guess I shoulda just taken the +2)

<OOC>Sorry, internet was down.</OOC>

On your six, Levy.


I head down the alley behind Levy with my weapon shouldered, muzzle down until Israel stops and I see the scene ahead.


Uh, Levy?  Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 33):

I know it's hard to believe, shoot, it took me several weeks to muster the courage to do this, but it was meant to be!My name is Alec Shaw, and I'm 26 this August. I know you think I'm crazy, but you've seen the proof yourself! I pray and God reveals to me where to go, where I'm needed.  I haven't even had to fight anybody yet! These guys? I charge, a bright light shines, and they sit down like they've been poleaxed!  Bullets stream by like they can't get near me! I was an athlete in school, still in shape, more or less, I have decent money.  the point is, I've had faith, but never life changing faith until recently.  I realized that to whom much is given much is expected so I got rid of my life's superfluities,  and dedicated my life to serving God!  That night, I felt...energized, strong, like I was at long last on the Right Path! I started to glow, and that's when I knew God's plan for me!

He sweeps his arm towards the downed thugs, then points along the way to an old building 3 blocks away.  A building where you notice 6 windows, each with guns pointing in this general direction.  His face grow serious, and a strange light shines within his eyes.  As he speaks, his voice is the same, but stronger, more confident, and, somehow, enriched.

Rapists, murderers, drug dealers, they have had a strangle hold on our city too long.  God has heard the cries of the people, and, like Moses, has raised me up to free his people.  Do not look at me like that brother, I do not think myself as great as Moses, but when called, did he not also try to convince God he was unworthy?  God replied He had made him that way, prepared him for the job ahead.  The same with me, He has chosen me to aid the faithful, smite the wicked, and spread His GLORY!!

And with that the nutter's off down the street, charging the building, where, naturally, you hear the shattering of glass and the firing of guns.  Watching him for a moment, you realize this guy is no bolt of lightning...but he might be bullet proof.  Nothing has hit him yet, and they've certainly had opportunity.  Maybe their collective aim is as fried as their collective brains?

In reply to GM (msg # 35):

The kid's going in! Williams! This is your show but our asses are on the line too!  We can't let Jiffy escape if he's in there! Do we hold and see what the kid does, which could get him killed, or do we go in?

No, let's get in there!  If we don't go in and he can't handle it, they're gonna waste him.  Let's move!

Jacob charges forward, his M-4 on "rock 'n' roll" and lets rip some covering fire.

Can't fault him for enthusiasm, but enthusiasm don't mean jack if you're dead.

Guns (+3):  6

"Oy Vey," Israel mutters under his breath and charges after "superboy."
Why do people always assume His Glory means beating the crap out of people?

(Alertness 1 + Roll 0 = 1) to access the room once I enter.
(Stealth 3 + Roll 1 = 4) to keep myself hidden before I act.

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 38):

Williams! Don't ever let me doubt your ability with a man's gun!  Alright people! He's good, but time to join in and show him what we can do! Alpha, take out the top windows, Beta the lower, Delta and Gamma cover the exits.  Handle business but stay safe, I want everyone at the pub tonight for a victory not a wake.

(OOC yeah so Mike's roll opposed to my rolls, the highest of which was -1, means his cover fire was so awesome he probably intercepted a bullet in midair causing it to ricochet into another enemy's gun.  But despite the naked man suggesting otherwise, this isn't that kinda show, so he managed to rattle the guys in the windows and make them ineffective, and getting everyone close.)

The Force...forget it, Alec, stops in front of the building and yells,"Put down your weapons and surrender! Repent of your wicked ways!  Return to the path your mothers and grandmothers hoped for you!

As he yells towards the men in the building, Jacob hears a cop near him say to another,"Now that's nasty, bringing up a man's gramma like that, that's one loon who doesn't fight fair."

to Israel:  At first you think it a trick of the light, but Alec seems to be glowing with a faint white light.  You are reminded of the incident in Jerusalem, where you first met Rebekah and Set.  It doesn't seem to glow as brightly, but you were inside a poorly lit room and close, he's a little ways off in broad daylight so you can't be sure.  You can feel it though.  He has Faith.  The real stuff.

You also realize how it works. The aura that emanates from him is directed conviction.  If it affects one strongly enough, they stop fighting.

In reply to Felix (msg # 39):

Several men come out of the buildings unarmed, but from the sounds of yelling and cursing, there are several still inside.

Felix: No sign of Jiffy! You! where's your boss?

One of the surrendered thugs tells Felix that Jiffy Lube, cocaine king of Glasgow, can be found on the top floor of the building.(3 floors) he also tells you Jiffy ain't been acting right, even for him.

Israel, you've seen what I can do. I believe I should go in, but I will now acquiesce to the law.  If you wish me to remain here, I will, or I'll accompany you, whichever you think best. I will confirm for you, the man they want so badly is on the top floor, headed for the roof.  Be careful, he's killed cops before, for many of your comrades, this fight is personal, and I pray they will think clearly.

I hear "Cop Killer" and in some respects, I feel nothing.  I lost men in Iran, it's tough but you deal with it.  Sometimes all the training in the world doesn't mean a damn thing:  you get complacent, equipment sometimes fails even when it's meticulously maintained, some Hadji gets in a lucky shot, you zig when you should've zagged, or a million other things that can get you a ticket home on the black bag express.  Death is part of war, you get used to it.  And 95 times out of 100, the guy that wasted your buddy got capped immediately afterward.

Of course, with cops, you're not in a war zone.  You don't usually have to worry about IEDs, mortar attacks, snipers, or some guy with a falafel cart trying to grease you.  But if you're a beat cop, you're also not rolling with 4 or more other guys watching your back.  It's very possible that it's just you and maybe your partner.  That makes it seem a little more doable to kill that cop that's just pulled you over when you're carrying 20 kilos of coke.  The fewer armed guys there are to contend with, the better your chances of killing one of them and getting away with it.  So, from that perspective, I take it just as personally as any other cop.  I want to grab this guy and take him into interrogation, disconnect the cameras, and go to work on him so hard that it makes a blanket party look like a pillow fight.  Marines may all be brothers, but so are cops.  And you damn well don't cross either of them with your ass intact...


I push all those thoughts to the back of my mind, it's time to focus on the job at hand and muse on the philosophy of duty later.

Listen, Alec, I understand where you're comin' from.  You want to help, I get that.  You're sure that your faith will protect you, I'm not doubtin' that.  Not everybody that's goin' in there shares your faith, though, Alec.  If you go in there with us, some of these other guys that don't understand your faith may get hurt tryin' to protect you.  I think you've been a lot of help so far today, we're gettin' a lotta 3-Eye off the street thanks to you.  But you need to sit this one out and let us do our job.  If you want to help, stand over there outta the line of fire and pray for us.  And maybe say a prayer for that cop-killin' bastard up on the top floor while you're at it.  He's gonna need it...

I look at 4 of Felix's guys:

Alright, I assume you've been trained to clear a buildin', right?  Let's go get this prick.

I'm making a declaration that since Interpol's drug task force was on the hunt for these guys and wasn't expecting them to come quietly, they should have brought some tear gas and gas masks along.  So, before we stack up to enter the building, we're launching/throwing tear gas canisters in the windows and masking up before we go in.
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Israel waves down Jacob and attempt to pull him aside before this thing goes sideways. "Whoa, Whoa, halt the train here. Can we talk for a second?"

Israel lowers his voice, "I'm sorry, but I think we're going about this all wrong, partner. Did you miss the part were 'Jiffy ain't been acting right, even for him?' This isn't your regular drug bust. There's something more here, I can feel it in my bones. I don't think storming the building is gonna work on this one. You send those regular cops up there and they WILL get killed, I can almost guarantee it."

"Also gotta disagree about Supes here. I've seen that glowing show once before - he's for real.  I would recommend the three of use go - and quietly. I can protect three of us to an extend, but not a line of cops. You bring up the others and I CANNOT protect them. I'm not that good, not yet."

"At the very least let me (or us) do some recon first. Please, I begging you, I've gotta bad feeling this guy is not what you think."

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 41):

Felix says with a grin Don't usually pack cases of tear gas grenades when apprehending superheroes?  We do, help yourself

Felix's men are now in familiar territory, raiding storehouses with armed hoodlums hopped up on anything that'll go up their nose being exactly what they've trained for.  By the time you've equipped yourself with the necessaries, they are in position, waiting for you to give the go-ahead.

(I am assuming both of you take one mask and one grenade each unless you specify otherwise. No big deal if you want more grenades, you can have up to 4, obviously, one mask unless you have  very good reason.)

Alec runs up to Israel one more time. Just so you know, the guys left inside are on some drug I've seen before about 2 weeks ago. The guys who just surrendered were telling me about it.  This is weird, but it lets you see things, they said, like they really are, it also numbs you to our reality, and can even show you things that will happen.  Just wanted to warn you.  Somehow, 3-eye isn't natural, and it's very dangerous, I think that's why I was being sent after it, to lead you guys to it, just be careful. Oh, and give this to your partner. He seems a good guy, if a little imposing and scary, I think this will help him.

He takes off his necklace, a silver celtic cross on a leather strap. The craftsmanship is good, the work of an intermediate being very careful. You can feel the prayers and faith that have worn into this pendant, making it almost feel warm to your fingertips, comforting. Running your fingers across the vines brings your mind back into focus. (+1 discipline when worn)

(Lore 1 + Roll 2 = 3) to link Three Eye with what little I know about the sight.

Israel hands the cross over to Jacob and says,"Gift, from Supes. He's also pretty much confirmed my suspicions that this stuff is magic, not your every day drugs.  I strongly recommend you let me go take a peek before you send people up there."

Israel's mind is racing and being bombarded by the image of his dead partner.
Last time I faced 'evil magic' Jeremiah and several innocent kids died. I will not allow that kind of thing to happen again if I can help it. He thinks to himself.

I listen while Levy explains himself:

Okay, takin' a civilian in ain't exactly SOP, but maybe you're right.  How about this, we let Felix and his boys take the little guys and we go after the Big Kahuna?  That don't keep us from tear gassin' these punks for cover.  Of course, that means Alec's gonna need a mask too.  I figure we go in the back and head for the top to deal with Jiffy while Felix's guys take care of the punks.  And in the interest of office politics and keepin' our division lower profile, we give Felix credit for Lube Job up there.

I fill Felix in on the plan, leaving out the magic type stuff (still not that sure if I even believe it, but I've seen some weird stuff today, so, maybe?).

I look at Alec and smile a bit:

Thanks, looks a bit like Mawmaw's old cross.  We ready to do this?

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 45):

Alec gets suited up with a gas mask and a grenade.  They start to put him in body armor but he turns it down.  No thanks, my friend, my faith will protect me.  Well, my faith and this chest plate a buddy of mine helped me make.  We put it through its paces and it held up pretty well. Reinforced kevlar. Fists and knives are pretty uneffective, and it takes a couple direct hits with standard ordinance.


Felix calls you over. Quick change of plans.  We got the blueprints of the building on this tablet.  Bloody brilliant if you ask me. You three go to the back, here's a stairwell we think we can keep clear while you take it to the roof, that's where Jiff and a couple of guys are right now.  I don't have to tell you how important this one is to us Williams.  You need help, call for backup, he can't get away, not again.  Choppers are in the air, headed this way, use your radio and direct them if he tries to run.  One last thing, we need him alive.  Dead is almost as bad as not catching him.

You get in position, everyone is ready and in place,but the clock is ticking. The command is given, and Interpol and local swat launch the gas into the building. The raid has begun.

Israel looks at Jacob "Best to keep that radio away from me...just in case."

He heads up the stairs, as stealthy as possible.
(Stealth 3 + Roll -3 = 0)

Copy that, I'll grab a shotgun and some beanbag rounds so I don't accidentally perforate the dirtbag.

I head up the stairs as quietly as possible with Levy and Alec.

Stealth:  3

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 48):

The three of you move up the stairs which used to be encased in a steel frame and glass.  Most of the glass is long broken, hanging from the rusted, creaking frame in broken shards.  The near deafening sounds of gunfire and screaming nearly drowning out the squealing of the shaking metal steps as you head for the top as quickly as you dare go, guns at the ready, sweat threatening to pour down your face under the masks you are wearing.

Nearby, you can hear the ragged breathing of Alec Shaw.  Faith or no, this is far beyond anything he has experienced before.  You have been trained by some of the best forces in the world, but Alec is a computer geek and comic aficionado.

Below you, nearly thirty feet down rusted jagged metal, broken shards of glass, and the fog of tear gas, you can hear the fight already nearing its end, finished almost as soon as it began.  You hope they find the drugs, but from here you can see little of the rest of the building.

At last you reach the door leading to the roof.  Although it is normally kept locked, it is, now, cracked open just a tad.

Fellas, there are 3 people outside that door.  I think two are watching it while the third is checking for an escape route.  I think it best I go first, the two of you follow, and apprehend them, I'll draw their attention long enough for you to do your job.  Before you argue, Israel, I know what I'm doing.  Faith is dead without works.  This is my moment.  I was led to all this to help you two, I believe that fully. God will save me if He sees fit, or will welcome me home if He does not.

Alec says a quick prayer, and puts his hand on the door. Ready?

I mumble a quick prayer of my own and stack beside the door, ready to charge in behind Alec.

This is different, I'm used to being the point man.  I hope Alec knows what he's doing.  Well, if he doesn't, I have to trust that God does.  Lord, watch out for him, he may be kind of crazy, but his heart's in the right place.

Alright, let's get in there and show these turds who's boss...

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 50):

Alec throws the door open and charges through.  As the door opens bullets begin flying your way.  Jacob, being directly behind Alec, sees a bullet slam into his chest, but he pushes on, bullets seemingly unable to find him.

(let me know your tactics, I'll handle most of the rolling so we can hopefully finish this encounter today)

As you exit the door leading to the roof, one gun-toting thug is to your left, one to your right, and Jiffy is ahead of you, but further away, almost an A formation, but by accident. Jiffy is also darting his head, looking for an escape route.
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(At my parent's for Holly's birthday, hence my absence today)

Israel uses his blasting rod to send a blast of force at the groups legs - specifically Jiffy, hoping to drop them all to the ground before they can act.

Using 3 shifts
Discipline 3 Roll -1 = 2 + 1 (from either my rod, or amulet, I don't have my sheet with me) making it 3 (whew)

I drop 1 mental stress. If I beat their athletics, they take 3 + However much I beat their roll to the legs.

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 52):

(OOC Well poop!)

The two thugs are hit in the legs by an invisible force erupting from Israel's blasting rod.  The resulting impact throws them face first into the floor/roof, and knocks the guns out of their hands.  Alec is moving a little slower than normal, but is working to tie them up.

Jiffy Lube was far enough away to avoid being tripped.  You can't stop me! I'm the King of Jiff! And I got this new stuff!  I see you with your magic tricks! Thinking you're God's gift!  Let's see what's inside the packaging!

And with that Jiffy opens fire. (Gm rolls athletics for Jacob, who goes all Matrix dodging the bullets. Israel throws up a shield and deflects the fire easily.)

Jacob moves into range and sends a blast of bean bag rounds from his shotgun.(-1 +3=2
vs. -2+2=0, damage =s 2+3=5, 5 > Jiffy Lube)

Jiffy goes down, and hard.  To the casual observer, the likely hood of him ever having kids now is not a safe bet to take.  For that matter, you aren't entirely sure of the odds on how long before he can speak coherently.

Several minutes later you are on the street, a paramedic looking at Alec's shoulder, which took a grazing(he took 3 damage but his armor is effectively DR 2, which means 1 which I translate as flesh wound).

He's sore, and exhausted, but will be ok.  Ariel is on her way to pick him up where he will be escorted to Sergei.  What the future holds for the young man is beyond your kin, being unable to read the mind of your boss as yet.  Something tells you you'll see him again.



Felix approaches Jacob. Look, we were all impressed with ya' back there.  I called Sergei, and if it's alright with you, I want your help tracking this stuff.  He OKed it, we just need you to say yes and you'll be part of interrogating this junkie, and following the trail closer and closer to the source, whadda ya say?

(OOC:This is more or less how I'm explaining Mike's absence in the first half or so of the next episode.  BTW, this is an official refresh spot.)

"That...was easier than I expected. I can't believe a simple plan actually worked. When does that ever happen?"

"If you're dealing with interrogations, I guess I've got to handle Jabba the Blue. Joy of Joys."

Presuming Jacob is riding back with Jiffy and Felix, I take the car to go hunt down a naked blue fat man.

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 54):

To Israel: Before you go Alec calls your name. Agent Levy! I wanted to thank you for everything, you, well, reluctantly gave me a shot, and I hope I proved myself to you.  Not that I want to do that exactly again.  Anyway, I wanted to do something to show you how much I appreciate what you've done for me. One of the blessings God has given me,_{you really should reconsider Jesus, by the way,} is to locate people, or where to be, that sort of...oh, here we go, you need to stand right over here...I've no idea why though...

Alec physically moves you to stand a few feet away from where you were, facing ina different direction.  As the words to the next question begin to form on your lips, an officer bumps in Alec, who falls into you, causing you to tumble several steps backward, into the path of a very blue, fat man, who is now wearing sneakers and a look of surprise as he collides into you.

...

Jacob gets into the jeep with Felix,honestly feeling better than he can remember.  A drug dealer off the streets, a very large stash of multiple drugs found and confiscated, and several new friends as he enjoys the camaraderie of Felix and his taskforce, planning the inter-divisional cooperation, not to mention calling dibs on who buys which round at the party tonight.

Suddenly, a bleak streak runs by, and it and Agent Levy disappear.  While this is most alarming, suddenly an elderly woman rounds a corner muttering I am sick of this s**t! while packing a high powered rifle.

Betty White yells Which way did he go?! Bah, doesn't matter, I'm Gonna Kill That Blue Bastard!


To be continued...