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RP: Bastardpiece Theater [Bastardpiece Theater] Bastard Operations: Ghosts in the Snow

Dick rolled his eyes at the rather sarcastic answer he received and was tempted to find a rather sarcastic location to put his things. For the moment though, he went to the box and grabbed a lens and an earpiece and installed them. The academic then blinked a couple times, slowly, and flicked near his ear, "Working for ya?"

The pharmacist then looked around and noticed a decent sized snowbank. He smiled then rolled his stuff up into a ball and sunk it as far as he could into pile of the white stuff figuring it should get covered up soon enough.
 
"Mmmhm!" a familiar voice in their ear hummed. "This is much better - can see everything you all are seeing right about now," he added. "Too bad I couldn't come along though. Cold climate just really doesn't do too well with me, and in the wrong places, I stick out like an infected claw," the person remarked. "Well, sore thumb for you guys I guess - and look, it works both ways too!" A transparent image of a Latte, complete with intricate leaf pattern made with poured milk, rested on a sliver platter. The view quickly shifted, looking up - a young girl with blonde hair was sitting in front of a board, her back turned to whoever was watching her. It was obvious that Leona was reverse engineering a rifle of some sort. Before any more could be seen, the image vanished.

"Anyways, enough playing with that from me," Nacon admitted, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "With lots of hard work, this line is secure. Even from our 'employers', since they likely got a mole somewhere on their ass," the Delsaruian remarked. He continued on, explaining just how things would go. "Through it, I'll be giving information, some direction and plenty of whatnot while you all get shot at and stuff. Kurt's going to give you most of the direction though."

"Now. Do any of you know why you're even there in that godforsaken iceball? I can't even remember the name to be honest - answers? Anyone?" Nacon asked, now hawking for answers like a school teacher. "Someone talk, because I don't like monologs - makes me feel like a super villain or something."
 
Dick just rolled his eyes as he let the lizard talk; the image of Leona only making him shake his head. The question that Nacon asked was interesting, however. The pharmacist had been trying to work out what the reason was for having to be some place where he'd be dropping the kids off as ice cubes.

"We have pirates, government contracts, and enforcers that don't exist," the academic began, "This place wreaks of poverty worse than back home, and most here seem semi-xenophobic. Any one of these could point to our reason to be here.

"I'd have to ask if this is for who we work for, or whom really work for?"
 
"Oh, yes, we're absolutely working for an underground ring that's into child pornography!~" Nacon delightedly replied, his answer left to hang in the cold, dead air.

...

"Of course we're not!" his voice suddenly cut across the channel, sarcastic with a hint of bitterness. "Long story short, I need you guys to check out something nasty out for me, and unless you all get into the car, we're not getting anywhere," he went on to explain. "Long story longer of course, there's this lead that I got on something, but this lead has some fishy history and maybe some other leads besides the primary lead that's being offered on the table." The sound of a short, stubby claw scratching scaly skin flaked and fell over their ears for a brief moment.

"Anyways, that's why you're on that ice-ball right now. There's some black market trading going on, and, after a bit of digging from my man Kurt, we got an idea of who we want to grab by the throat and start asking for answers," the cheerful voice in their ear started to finish. "Naturally, Kurt knows who to ask, and the right questions to ask - I'll leave it to him to determine if you all should know."

"So! Any more questions I feel like I could answer before you all pile into the car? The trade and auction won't wait forever you know."
 
What a clown, the chemist thought to himself before the Delsaurian started, possibly a little more seriously, into what they were doing. He noted the cute little circles that Nacon went in as well, wondering if they were for anyone left listening or just to entertain lesser minds. Dick only shook his head when it came down to the information only Kurt knows.

"How about we cut the theatrics, find out what we need to know and get doing it," the pharmacist suggested with a conjured happy, half drunken smile. Dick wondered if that would speak the correct language under these circumstances before making his way to one of the rear doors on the car.
 
Listening quietly with the earbud along with the images that flashed across his vision before finally after what seemed like hours, the lizard finally quit talking and asked about questions. Dex sighed quietly before lighting another cigarette. "Yeah, I have a question. When can we get moving?" asked the former marine as he waited by the passenger door of the vehicle.
 
"Cool your fucking jets." Impossibly, the snow storm had intensified its furious assault on the surroundings, now threatening to drown out the already dim lam posts that desperately tried to illuminate the parking lot the group was gathered in.

"You're all not on full time status just yet; you will know all that you're supposed to know. Until I deem you all fit to be in this outfit, you will sit down and do as ordered." At that, Kurt ushered the group into the car, with him in the driver's seat, Dex riding shotgun, and the other three in the back.

The constant droning of wind now muffled from the group inside the car, Kurt turned the engine over, engaged the navigation system and set the group off down an extremely narrow stretch of what appeared to be paved road, which gave way to a wider highway. The long drive was punctuated by Kurt speaking into his ear piece to several individuals that the rest of the group was barred from interacting with; mostly status updates on the individuals of the group.

Finally, as the vehicle crested a hill the dark environment gave way to the skyline of a city illuminated by several search lights constantly scanning the skies. Several towers in various states of construction could be seen towering above the isolated metropolis. "The well-named metropolis, 'Half Empty Mega Cup'" Kurt's voice was dripping with a weary sarcasm at that, "filled with poverty-stricken bastards that have migrated to this ice ball to work in the NAM plants."

As the car entered the main highway into the city, Kurt pointed to one tower in particular that seemed to pierce the cloud cover, illuminated by green searchlights surrounding the perimeter of the building. Compared to the grey and strictly functional towers that formed the skyline, they were the most elaborate structures in the mega city. "And that...is the governmental headquarters, where the current senator Drake Regnier and his merry band of fucktards do their business."

Kurt opened the glovebox of the car and pulled out several folders; one for each member of the team. In it were documents regarding the Malaisian Enforcers, including equipment and personnel lists, rough estimates of their capabilities, and lists of known subordinate parties.

"A private militant group ensuring that the private sector on Nepleslia remains safe from the eyes of the government." Kurt looked around "...which we do not represent. In it you'll notice that the Enforcers have been able to maintain control by keeping the local gangs in check by employing them to work the day to day jobs; intimidating off-world officials, ensuring that the cash flow coming from the underground world to the Senator keeps flowing, your average bullshit."

In particular, a gang called "Green Street Families" was circled in red ink, with a total of 12 members, with six names blacked out. "Unofficially, we buried six of those fuckers under the snow, so we are their stand-ins. One of them was a mole within the gang. Information that we quietly handed to them. Thankfully, there are a shitton of gangs under the control of the Enforcers, and those five assholes happen to bear the strongest resemblance to you guys..."

Kurt pulled out five black ski masks and passed them around "...in temrs of eye color, height, and weight. You'll need to wear those masks, because we are going to be infiltrating their safe house. Hopefully, they won't bat an eye if you all come in wearing cold weather masks and not wanting to talk much after capping the sixth member for disseminating gang secrets."

Kurt pulled up to one of several checkpoints, manned by Nepleslian Marine security forces. Shooting a sideward glance at Dex to not hail his former colleagues, Kurt produced his ID card to hand to the security forces. As the Marine hesitated at the card, an officer nearby looked in Kurt's direction and nodded to the Marine. Soon, Kurt had his ID back and the car was let through.

"So, here's the information you guys need to know: we are going to be infiltrating this safe house to grab a certain VIP that the Enforcers have contracted the Green Street Family to hold until they figure out their next move. We will eliminate the members inside, secure the VIP, and make our escape. Since gangs are aplenty with power struggles and coups, the local PD shouldn't suspect a thing. However, it'll be only a matter of time before the Enforcers start searching around. It will be our job to deliver the VIP for identification, then deliver it to the spaceport before the Enforcers can catch up."

After passing over a frozen river that partly formed the southern boundary of the city, the car finally entered the city. Their headlights barely illuminated the now empty streets that seemed to stretch on in incomprehensibly strange directions, as well as the surrounding buildings that varied in size and placement.

"Brass check your weapons. ETA 10 minutes."
 
Kira re-opened her shotgun and check both shells, they were of course fitting in perfect. She locked the weapon and made sure safety was on. It was not all that necessary as the trigger was not all that easy on thist gun. Kira liked to be sure though. Her .45 pistol was holstered at her hip. She took it out and once again checked that she carried it on condition two. Bullet ready to be fired, safety on.

Her hands holstered the weapon again, then checked two extra magazines in her right pocket and counted 10 extra shells in her left. She then took her helmet and cap off and pulled on the ski-mask, not pulling it down immediately.

"Yes, yes I understand," She said to Kurt and the voice from afar, that talked into her earpiece. "I will be quiet until we in, yes? My voice stands out a bit."
 
Dick was happy to finally get his hands on some real information and began studying it as intently as possible. As the briefing moved to the Green Street Families however, he started to go over their files to burn faces, names, and stats into his mind for when he needed them. The corpses ought to be the easier part - as easy as anything like this gets - the chemist figured; but he needed to keep awake enough to handle surprises no mater how simple something can look on the surface.

The academic went over his pistol one more time, then the extra magazine, before going back to the materials again. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything and possibly some weak points to raise his odds.
 
"We aren't going in with PAs or Uniforms. We aren't a big group so try to keep in mind where everyone is or will be, or you're gonna go green on green in the heat of the moment." Fian offered his advice as he checked his Styrling Darts, they weren't in a great condition, but as throwaway weapons they should suffice.
 
"Mmm! That all sounds about right," Nacon finally spoke again - as ever, he seemed to be cheery, oblivious to the griping and impatience.

"In regards to hard intel, there's still six more of them to take care of discreetly or trick altogether," the Delsaurian stated to explain. A faint outline of a building came up, falling over their vision. "They're holed up in a single story office building, with what we're looking for likely being in the back and hidden away. Originally, there's the small front lobby and eight other rooms, but who know's how many they've knocked down inside?" Nacon seemed to shrug in their minds, the rooms inside arranging and re-arranging themselves as the Delsaurian thought of the possibilities. Not too far away, a somewhat familiar building was slowly coming into view as the car took them through the run down and mostly abandoned streets.

"Anyways, we at least want you to go in quietly first and figure out where they're all at before you kill them all because even though the exterior walls will stop them, the bullets will still over-penetrate the interior walls," he explained. "I'm sure one or two will meet and greet you - best to look as angry, sullen, sad, out of it or whatever as possible. A half empty bottle of cheap Lorath vodka in hand would do nicely if you have it too! Just handing it to the front man would have him or her shut up." By now, the car slowly came to a halt in front of the run down office building, it's windows boarded up, the front doors replaced with a series of makeshift boards and eyeslit.

"Also, it's all as Kurt said - it's so sad that I don't know if I can trust any of you yet, so why make up tension and drama by being grumpy? Really, at this point?" he asked them all jovially, the Delsaurian's voice still innocently smiling at them all in their ears, "Why so serious?"

"Good luck!" Nacon quickly added, the words cheery as ever.
 
"Who serious? Haha, this sounds like a Blast. Haha Blast you get, yes?" Kira laughed at Nacon and patter her shotgun. For one good thing about shotguns where that they did not over-penetrate, so she could shoot fairly happily. It was not like the walls were going to be made from paper. "Also that Lorath swill is no vodka. Mark my words. It terrible. Terrible!"
 
Dick couldn't quite keep up with the room arrangement permutations, but the got the concept easily enough. Getting as much information as possible prior to pulling triggers also sounded like a good idea.

"Information is good, but I'm sure there's a maximum amount of time we have to snoop and bull before the gig is up," he offered, "As for vodka, I'm sure they'd be happy to see Industrial Cleaning Alcohol."
 
Watching the checkpoint drawing closer, he saw the familiar green of the Nepleslian Marine Corps. Noting the glance that Kirt shot his way, he knew that the man was well aware of his previous post with the Corps. He said nothing instead dropping his head a bit as though he were drunk and starting to fall asleep until the checkpoint was passed and they were on their way from it.

"Booze is booze. It's a shame to waste it." replied the man as he checked his weapon and spare clips before sliding the Silver Special back into it's holster while he watched the rooms changing, attempting to dedicate each variation to memory.

Glancing over at Kirt before turning his attention back out the window. "So these Green Street Families. How are they going to feel about what we intend to do?" asked the man.
 
"You means how they feel, about some people go into their safehouse, kill bunch of their goons and take valuable person they keep there." Kira replied as the large man asked his question. "I are sure they will be very pleased of that. Surely this attention will make them feel all warm in the tummy. That or, they might just want to shoot us all for it."
 
"Consequences are consequences," Dick sighed, "You didn't get into this to make friends, did you? If so, you picked nigh the worst career for it."

The academic then went back to his studying for any further subtleties that may make this particular job any amount easier.
 
As they all sat there in the car chatting, the front door of the office building opened up.

Out strode a figure similarly dressed as the rest of them, laden with heavy clothing and covered by a ragged scarf. Standing there at the doorway, he stared daggers at the group before tossing his hands up in the air in frustration. Marching over, he started to come up to to the car's side, plodding through the heavy snow. "Remember, not a word - you guys only passingly look like them! Get in there all gloomy like, and make sure to get a glance at them so I can tag them on your HUDs!" the Delsaurian quickly reminded them.

When the gang member finally made it up to the car, he kicked the bumper. "Well?! You guys take care of the snitch or not?" Despite being seemingly angry at them, it was obvious it wasn't at them, per-say.

Snitches were always a bitch to deal with, because one could happen to be a best buddy.
 
"Either way works for me." replied Dex before seeing the man standing at the doorway. His first instinct was to reach for his weapon though he stayed his hand as the man kicked the bumper of the car and asked about a snitch. Hearing the little Delsaurian in his ear didn't help matters while he waited for Kirt to answer the man's question.
 
Dick just took a quick glance of the guy approaching the car, but made sure to seem as sullen as possible. He soon sighed and looked away, half angry as the gang member got close enough to the car. The pharmacist then sighed again and slowly crossed his arms when the bumper got kicked; his eyes closed with feigned veiled frustration.
 
"Oooh boy, here we go." Fian mumbled to himself as the gang member approached, after this there would be little words and all action. He pulled his gloves tighter around his hands adjusted his hat, collar and hood to cover his features more and then stepped out of the car and into the cold, trusting the heavy snowfall to make up the rest. He looked at the ruffian from across the roof for half a second, nodded, grunted incomprehensibly and then signaled him over to the rear of the car, where Fian placed one hand on the release lever while the other tensed in anticipation.
 
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