"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."
