Deebee's CyberPunk - Part 2 - 2009.11.16

[Deebee]

Those present:
Max (Ian)
James (Doc Rey)
Ethan (Adam)
Joey (Ross)
Johnny (Andy)

The sessions start with the closing scenes of the club combat.

Joey fires a pistol grenade at the stationary Toyota which simply bursts on the cars armour. Seeing the other group members emerge from the club with dead Arab and Dead Fargo they decide to scarper. The last standing Arab on foot leaps into the moving car amidst a hail of bullets and the two Toyota’s weave off down the road. Keen not to get caught up in another fire fight with the now emerging bouncers from the club you decide to collect the badly beaten Arab the boostergang are playing with and look to make an exit. At that point the two Toyota come screaming by and spray the group with automatic fire, hitting their fallen comrade, but not killing him.

Tossing the Combat Cabb’s driver some more eurobucks you bung the two dead, and one unconscious Arab’s into the car and take them back to Doc Ley’s chop shop. The unconscious Arab is in a coma but still alive. You patch him up for later questioning. The other two are “broken down for spares”.

As for Fargo, his data chip tooth is blank, the Arab however has Fargo’s room pass key. Fargo was staying at the Palace of Puppets, Coffin 246. Ethan dials 24 on the mobile and gets no answer. After hanging up it rings and your contact is on the other end. After imparting the tale your contact says:

“Fargo Wells was a thief. He has stolen from my superiors what can be described as genetic data. I must return what he stole and you will help me do this. It is clear that he came here to sell the data and it must therefore be hidden in the city. Find the data and you will be paid well.”

[Deebee]

Max, Johnny and Joey decide rest is for the weak and head out in the early dawn to check out the Palace of Puppets. Max enters as Johnny and Joey wait by a park bench across the road.

Moments later Johnny and Joey dive for cover behind the bench as they get sprayed with debris from the building as an explosion rips through the second floor. A short time later a very dusty and deaf Max staggers, bewildered, out of the building.
Much chaos ensues, police, fire department and crowd surround the scene – Johnny jumps straight on camera for an exclusive on-scene, heat-of –the-action (and well paid) scoop – the remaining team members see Johnny on the morning tube news over their breakfast.

In the coffin Max recounts seeing, just before heading full tilt down the corridor, a battered suitcase sitting on a bomb which was counting down. As the hubbub dies down and the area is cordoned off the group retreat to a coffee shop to watch the passing corp commuters as they ponder their next move. Eagle eyed Johnny while sipping his latte spots the damaged Toyota pass in front of the shop heading in the direction of the recent “terrorist attack”.

A short gun battle later involving 2 Toyota’s, some automatic weapons, some lucky shots, a park, a surface to air missile and several police AV4’s (some-else can recount the details) the team are sitting in the morning commuter traffic in possession of one black (slightly burned) Toyota 4x4, one tranq’ed Arab, two more dead Arabs and a charred bundle of stuff the Arabs had retrieved from the blast site.