soundtrack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quBDtJj_fkA
Inside the tent, the three Edgerunners run a Chinese Fire Drill, rearranging themselves with all due haste tempered with the need for adequate stealth. Cruz and Takanori take up positions near the tent flap, Whisper holding down the fort to the rear. Outside, the creaking wheels get closer and closer. Cruz risks a glance through a fold in the flap and measure the distance at about 10 yards. It's good, but not great for the street howitzer in his hands. He waits, muscles tensing. Next to him, Kenji waits ready for the burst of action to come.
Eight yards.
At six yards, Cruz notes a tilt to the head of the lead Listener, can actually see the eyeballs on this guy track in the direction of Cruz's shotgun. That puts the two Listeners at the front of the gurney into the max practical range of his weapon.
CRACK!
The weapons bucks in the tech/nomad's hands, shoving back deep into his shoulder, and an artificial sun bursts into existence in the shadowed garage. Magnesium impregnated buckshot spills out of the weapons barrel, the chemical mix igniting on the striking of the firing pin and consuming oxygen at rapid rate on its way through the air. Those with cybernetically enhanced or smart glass protected eyes are treated to a rapid dimming of their vision. Those without get to ride a blue and red afterglow from the glare. When the glare clears, the two lead Listeners are still standing, starting to react along with their friends.
(-1 incendiary shell)
Kenji has something to say about that. With the selector on automatic, he squeezes the trigger releasing a burst towards the Listener on the front left. The bullets hit hard
(critical hit), starting with the Listener's right leg and tearing it off at the hip. As the man's body tilts and starts to collapse, the weapon's barrel tracks up and to Kenji's right. The Listener literally comes apart under the hail of bullets, disintegrating into a spray of bone, blood, and tissue that decorates his companions and the poor bastard in the body bag that is now on fire.
(-10 rounds)
As the burst finishes, the medic's enhanced reflexes track the ejecting shell from Cruz's shotgun, emblazoned with a cute little dragon, smoke curling from its nostrils and the bubblegum font stating: DragonFire! Light Up Their Life!
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With a reasonably clear lane of fire, Whisper fires at the front right Listener, trying to add a little more carnage to the chaos. The first round strikes the target square in the chest, cracking the armor jacket the man wears and driving him back a step, blood leaking from the wound. The second round flies wide, buzzing in between Cruz and Takanori drawing at least one raised eyebrow.
(-2 shots)
The remaining Listeners start to react.
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:49, Sat 06 Mar 2021.