T2M:E and T2M:A wait in a building overlooking the downtown area, far enough away that their presence is unlikely to be sensed. The club is rapidly filling up, and the teams wait impatiently for the novas to arrive. Hidden monitors show that several major drug buyers from the region are already in attendance, with another coming in from the parking lot. They leave the main area, avoiding the dance floor and bar entirely, going down into a large, renovated set of offices in the back (likely the area warehouse management used before the club was converted).
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Shadow Walker traveled the sea of shadows. His eyes captured the endless possibilities. He played more and more with the idea of never returning, but his sense of honor demanded that he do his duty... Perhaps if he could shift the possibilities, or report back on what he saw, he wouldn't have to return directly.
Wait, what was that? A set of eyes... Yes, he had seen it. Not entirely uncommon, for an instant at least, as some had the ability to see the possibilities align. But these eyes lingered, probed, tracking the lines of what might be as they converged with his people. He tracked further ahead, and saw two paths diverge from that point, one in which T2M failed its mission, and the world spun into chaos. In the other, they succeeded, and the chaos was postponed for a time. What was the catalyst? Ah, he and the roaming eyes.
Shadow Walker understood. This seer was powerful, and she would influence the unfolding of events. But she was limited as well, for she didn't walk the shadows, merely observed. She didn't understand the sea... Slowly Walker cast his shadows across the Sea, pulling out phantoms to obscure the Seer's vision. He cast them back and forward from the juncture, obscuring what was and what might be. The Seer would know that her sight was being occluded, but would know little else. Perhaps they could speak, and share a moment in this place while the shadows danced and fell into place... He should warn the others though, they should know... Walker dipped his fingers in the water as he knelt above the roiling sea, walking on its surface.
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T2M:E and T2M:A wait in a building overlooking the downtown area, far enough away that their presence is unlikely to be sensed. The club is rapidly filling up, and the teams wait impatiently for the novas to arrive. Hidden monitors show that several major drug buyers from the region are already in attendance, with another coming in from the parking lot. They leave the main area, avoiding the dance floor and bar entirely, going down into a large, renovated set of offices in the back (likely the area warehouse management used before the club was converted). The more sensitive of the group became restless, but couldn't put there finger on why. Deja vu? Not quite. The feeling of being watched? Not exactly? Almost as though something had changed.
A billboard standing near the club was tagged in graffiti and covered by the shadows of an overpass. Nova eyes could make it out easily however.
Gravitas and
Zero had seen it several times, likely had read it automatically. Moments before, the graffiti was a collection of random tags and symbols. Now, the writing is different... not the writing, the meaning. The symbols come together to form a message, for those that can piece it together: "They watch from the shadows, but the shadows block their sight." Scanning the area further, zooming back, a shadow covers the area like a cloak... a cloud passing in front of the moon, two holes in it staring like eyes... Then the moment is gone.
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The monitors beep, detecting a surge in quantum energies. A portal opens, and novas begin walking out into the office to meet their customers.
Juan steps out first, and motions more people through.
5 men run through next, some holding large guns, some carrying the merchandise. One sets something up on a tripod, and the device starts flashing.
2 unknown novas walk through, on guard for attack, clearly wearing eufiber suits. One of them has white skin (not "Caucasian white", more like "chalk white"), and the gunmen he stands next to seems to shiver as his breath mists the air. Nothing else really stands out on the other nova, though he does look familiar... Suddenly Solitaire remembers a run in with 3 men that looked exactly like this guy. It was in the middle of battle in the E.W., and she never saw him since, but the memory stuck with her.
2 more novas follow through, and the face recognition software on the monitors gives a match: Shooter, a cocky former elite capable of channeling intense bursts of quantum energy, and Hardbody, a nigh invulnerable heavy with a record of working for any South American syndicate willing to pay him.
It looks as though someone else walks through as well, but before the team can see what happens, the monitors go black. Apparently the bugs are being jammed.
Pax begins relaying orders to his team, and "suggests" that Comstock get going as well. Pax is going to warp into the club area and sweep all the baselines toward the door while the rest of his team preps to evac them, then he will set up the previously discussed forcefield while slider sets up a portal in the sky above.
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I rolled randomly to see if anyone might have known the two unknowns. Any further data will have to be found on site, as jamming is permanent.
It's up to you when you want to jump them, but you probably only have a 10 minute window where you can be sure they'll still be there. Let me know anything you want to do before hand, any special porting locations, etc. Comstock should probably take the lead on this, coordinating his team, but people should feel free to comment and interact before he gives the orders to roll out.
Feel free to ask for any clarification you need on the above post.
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:22, Mon 21 Sept 2009.
