"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.