Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE 41
- RP Location
- Roger Wilco City
3,553rd United Church Of De'mon
The massive blood red double doors of the church loomed ominously at the top flight of over a hundred stairs that lead up to the almost massive cathedral that dominated the block and demanded the attention of all who passed it in a gaudy display of looming spiral towers and an odd, Very un-nepleslian way of forgoing the typical metal construction of its walls in favor of things like stone and concrete.
Atop its massive stairs and into its great congregation halls the targets casually mounted the stairs and entered the cathedral in small groups. Dark crimson robes hid their visages behind thick cloth hoods as they flooded into their church in the twos and threes until the last of almost thirty had passed through its now closed doors.
Across the street, A nearby apartment complex had been secretly rented out and transactions had been paid through money orders and never face to face. Its occupants never entering through its street doors, And instead always through a rear entrance down an alley and off the main street so as not to be seen and blown their cover.
For three hours the DTR team of the 13th precinct hadn't left the confines of the three story, Nine unit complex. Waiting, Watching, The opportune moment to strike.
And the day had finally come as the group before them hustled into the church.
For weeks before then and even now a half dozen officers had staked out the church following a series of disappearances and assaults around the 3,553rd United had gotten the attention of the NPF. A bout of fine detective work had eventually narrowed down the suspects until, Finally, The right palms had been greased or broken and the names narrowed down to four individuals whose only connections to one another was the very church on the block of the very attacks and kidnappings.
The team had been on standby for almost two weeks as the church was observed. Routines and habits, Guard numbers and rotations had all been cataloged and put into dossiers. But time had run out as, Just hours ago four young teenagers had been abducted in the twilight hours just a block away and where suspected to be inside undergoing who knew what. The time for action had come.
"Listen up, Kuznyetski." The lead detective grunted at the Kuz lieutenant occupying a chair in one corner of the room looking rather bored as he casually spit sunflower seeds into a dirty pile nearby. "This is my show, Got it? Your door kickers dont so much as act until i give them the go ahead, So keep them off my ass."
The Kuznyetski lieutenant grinned a less than trustworthy grin as the detective started for the door, The holster on his HHG unclasped and three senior grade field officers trailing behind him as escort.
"So? Everyone be getting their bathroom breaks, yes?" He joked with the team as he slid on the balaclava and helmate of his HRRT suit and casually clipped his cqbs-a2 to its sling and casually kicked his chair over as he stood, Stretching and popping his back. "If you are having the second thoughts now would be the time to back out, Right lily?"
The gunhund barked a playful bark, Her tail wagging energetically despite the bulky Malthe armor she was kitted out with.
"Good girl, Thats right!" The kuz scritch-scratched the gunhunds neck before looking expectantly at the team. "I hope you all remember why we're here today, yes?"
Tetra-Group Labs. 3 blocks west.
Just west of the great cathedral, A less gothic part of the precinct lay in general disarray. Entire streets worth of abandoned and boarded up warehouses sprawled endlessly in the start of roger wilco's industrial districts meant for export and import lay closed and dormant to all but the seeder side of nepleslian culture of squatters and vagrants.
Some, However, Still lay in some form of activity as gangs and less than legal organizations operated outside of the public eye to avoid scrutiny and the ever vigilant watch of the NPF.
One of these very warehouses was host to such an organization as Salem Fowler had learned as he was omitted by a shady thug through the side doors of one of the warehouses. He was expected the guard had been told before hand, And in typical syndicate fashion the man knew better than to question anyone who knew to use the side door. When in reality a series of bribes and tips had lead the former NPF officer turned bounty-hunter turned freelancer to the tetra-groups obviously less than legal activities in the area.
The warehouse interior was nothing like its based outside as boarded up windows and a sheet metal roof hid a sanitary interior in the open floor warehouse as plastic medical tents where set up in a loose tent city, Transparent material showing a scene of teal figures in scrubs and medical masks leaning over operating tables and strange capsule like machines with their occupants obscured from the distortion of the thick plastic.
The path opened before him into the tent city, Allowing him entrance as many of the guards simple followed their training and avoided asking any questions and simply acted to protect from exterior threats less than the interior.
So long as he didnt draw attention he could hypothetically remain overlooked in his investigation into the recent disappearances plaguing the precinct. The NPF had no clue and usually refused to enter such syndicate controlled areas these days anyway. It was up to him to find the truth and set things right behind the clearly shady and illegal activities of the lesser known syndicate backed pharmaceutical group...
The massive blood red double doors of the church loomed ominously at the top flight of over a hundred stairs that lead up to the almost massive cathedral that dominated the block and demanded the attention of all who passed it in a gaudy display of looming spiral towers and an odd, Very un-nepleslian way of forgoing the typical metal construction of its walls in favor of things like stone and concrete.
Atop its massive stairs and into its great congregation halls the targets casually mounted the stairs and entered the cathedral in small groups. Dark crimson robes hid their visages behind thick cloth hoods as they flooded into their church in the twos and threes until the last of almost thirty had passed through its now closed doors.
Across the street, A nearby apartment complex had been secretly rented out and transactions had been paid through money orders and never face to face. Its occupants never entering through its street doors, And instead always through a rear entrance down an alley and off the main street so as not to be seen and blown their cover.
For three hours the DTR team of the 13th precinct hadn't left the confines of the three story, Nine unit complex. Waiting, Watching, The opportune moment to strike.
And the day had finally come as the group before them hustled into the church.
For weeks before then and even now a half dozen officers had staked out the church following a series of disappearances and assaults around the 3,553rd United had gotten the attention of the NPF. A bout of fine detective work had eventually narrowed down the suspects until, Finally, The right palms had been greased or broken and the names narrowed down to four individuals whose only connections to one another was the very church on the block of the very attacks and kidnappings.
The team had been on standby for almost two weeks as the church was observed. Routines and habits, Guard numbers and rotations had all been cataloged and put into dossiers. But time had run out as, Just hours ago four young teenagers had been abducted in the twilight hours just a block away and where suspected to be inside undergoing who knew what. The time for action had come.
"Listen up, Kuznyetski." The lead detective grunted at the Kuz lieutenant occupying a chair in one corner of the room looking rather bored as he casually spit sunflower seeds into a dirty pile nearby. "This is my show, Got it? Your door kickers dont so much as act until i give them the go ahead, So keep them off my ass."
The Kuznyetski lieutenant grinned a less than trustworthy grin as the detective started for the door, The holster on his HHG unclasped and three senior grade field officers trailing behind him as escort.
"So? Everyone be getting their bathroom breaks, yes?" He joked with the team as he slid on the balaclava and helmate of his HRRT suit and casually clipped his cqbs-a2 to its sling and casually kicked his chair over as he stood, Stretching and popping his back. "If you are having the second thoughts now would be the time to back out, Right lily?"
The gunhund barked a playful bark, Her tail wagging energetically despite the bulky Malthe armor she was kitted out with.
"Good girl, Thats right!" The kuz scritch-scratched the gunhunds neck before looking expectantly at the team. "I hope you all remember why we're here today, yes?"
Tetra-Group Labs. 3 blocks west.
Just west of the great cathedral, A less gothic part of the precinct lay in general disarray. Entire streets worth of abandoned and boarded up warehouses sprawled endlessly in the start of roger wilco's industrial districts meant for export and import lay closed and dormant to all but the seeder side of nepleslian culture of squatters and vagrants.
Some, However, Still lay in some form of activity as gangs and less than legal organizations operated outside of the public eye to avoid scrutiny and the ever vigilant watch of the NPF.
One of these very warehouses was host to such an organization as Salem Fowler had learned as he was omitted by a shady thug through the side doors of one of the warehouses. He was expected the guard had been told before hand, And in typical syndicate fashion the man knew better than to question anyone who knew to use the side door. When in reality a series of bribes and tips had lead the former NPF officer turned bounty-hunter turned freelancer to the tetra-groups obviously less than legal activities in the area.
The warehouse interior was nothing like its based outside as boarded up windows and a sheet metal roof hid a sanitary interior in the open floor warehouse as plastic medical tents where set up in a loose tent city, Transparent material showing a scene of teal figures in scrubs and medical masks leaning over operating tables and strange capsule like machines with their occupants obscured from the distortion of the thick plastic.
The path opened before him into the tent city, Allowing him entrance as many of the guards simple followed their training and avoided asking any questions and simply acted to protect from exterior threats less than the interior.
So long as he didnt draw attention he could hypothetically remain overlooked in his investigation into the recent disappearances plaguing the precinct. The NPF had no clue and usually refused to enter such syndicate controlled areas these days anyway. It was up to him to find the truth and set things right behind the clearly shady and illegal activities of the lesser known syndicate backed pharmaceutical group...
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