Soundtrack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-LD3a28ePE
As the Listeners arrive, what unfolds resembles less a snatch and grab and more a terrorist attack.
Inside
Sally’s, the Maelstrom folks begin to react to the news of an impending attack. The music hits the breaks, the band looking around in confusion as the PA cuts out. The crowd shuffles aimlessly as the bouncers try to herd them indoors, which is basically impossible given that hundreds of people can’t fit in dozens of square meters. Especially with their egos taking up so much damn space.
Sally herself considers Martin’s offers, her steel face nearly impossible to read. The mantis blades hover, neither reaching out nor retracting.
“You make a point,” she says finally.
“We are friends. For now.” The patron saint of the bar turns to organize her staff into resistance. Seconds tick by.
Next to Kenji, Teagan obliges him with a shrug, crouching down under a table with a certain bemused acceptance of the impending chaos. For his part, Slamhound twists his metal jaw into a thin smile at the Medic’s threat.
“Why would I want with her stink on my hands?”
Outside the fence, there’s a sound of screeching metal. Whisper catches a flash of motion in the sky above the bar.
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Outside the bar, Sam gets ready to hunt targets of opportunity. Down the street, she can see the convoy approaching
Six Bullet Sally’s. Just before the vans cross the final intersection, a small two door coupe flashes into the street in front of them, turning hard and accelerating just as aggressively. The vans begin to decelerate, approaching their target, sliding doors coming open while still on the move. The electric motor on the coupe revs one more time as it threads the needle between two parked cars, leaving paint and carbon fiber on the bumpers of both and sending the the few remaining pedestrians on the street scattering out of the car’s path: namely the exterior wall leading into
Sally’s courtyard.
Just before impact, Sam spots a drone zipping down the street, roof top level. It’s close, all four rotors encased in cages, each tilting hard for maximum acceleration. Hell, she can read the branding on the fucker: Militech. The drone tilts, crossing over the wall of Sally’s. And detonates. Not chemically, though the drone is consumed in the blast (why leave evidence?). Instead, it comes apart a split second after sending an EMP blast wave into the surrounding space.
She can’t see the effects, other than the sudden drop out of Pulpo’s feed, and presumably the sudden actual drop of the drones he handling via remote control as gravity avoidance mechanisms are overwhelmed and physics takes over.
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Martin and Kenji hear the zip of a low altitude drone rip over the fence. Then they hear the telltale sound of the EMP blast. That shitty low frequency “buuuuuuu” accompanied by a flash of electric blue light. It’s also the last thing Martin hears as the cyber audio suite in his ears takes an electric dump under the magnetic onslaught, taking his system’s neural processor unit right along with it.
(Neural processor, cyber ears, and all associated systems down for 1 min or until Kenji succeeds on a difficulty 15 cybertech roll to reboot his partner’s systems. Cyber eyes functioning normally)
Kenji hears, Martin sees, the metal fence tearing away as a small car crashes into the structure, ripping itself into pieces as part of the process. The driver gets the worse of the physics involved, ending up with a large piece of fencing stabbing through the windshield and potentially his or her face and chest. Through the hole in the fence, they can see figures emerging from a trio of vans, each armed to the fucking teeth. Around the duo and their charge, about half the Maelstrom gangers are down with malfunctioning cyber systems, Slamhound dragging himself forward on dead legs.
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Sam watches the emergence of the Listeners. One catches her eye. Out of the wizard van, a tall thin man emerges, his face half metal, half flesh, a shit hack job of borg conversion. He cradles a grenade launcher in low budget cyber arms, his body covered by a black robe marked with a golden double cross. As the figure turns to direct his minions forward, Sam recognizes the face.
It’s Jarrett Mesa. Her missing Inquisitor.