1.1 - Nixing the Sixers

The van tires squeal as Mack forces it to move. Breecha slams the doors behind Preserver who dives into the back of the vehicle. Bullets are flying like a hail storm but meet the reinforced back doors of the van. As you crash back out through the main gate, nearly clipping another vehicle on the way out, you gun it down the street following the nav system.

Looking into the side mirror, you see Sixers trying to put out fires and fire at the autogun inside the facility. Suddenly there is a brilliant flash of white-blue light and the warehouse is suddenly ripped apart by a massive explosion. It's almost blinding. The sound and shockwave hit a moment later then suddenly, as chunks of debris start tracking into the air, a loud whoosh is heard and the explosion violently reverses.

The entire blue-white fireball implodes suddenly and drastically, leaving almost nothing of the warehouse, or any of the Sixers, in it's wake.

Leon's voice comes in over the comms, "Now that's how you throw a party. Well done, boys. Me and Elphi will report back to Daemon. We will be in touch later, I'm sure."

Mack slows down and carefully finds his way back onto more respectable thoroughfares. A little paranoid about tracking, he asks. "Kessel, Breech - can you detect anything hooked up to the van that might be tracking us? I doubt they got something on us, but we shouldn't take it for granted." He'll keep driving around the city -- perhaps heading into middle class parts -- while we establish that we aren't being traced (as far as we know) and Mack will eye traffic carefully to see if someone might be following them.

"On it, chief." Kessel scans the van for tracking hardware or software. He also listens in on law enforcement radio chatter.

A thorough scan of the van shows that there are no tracking devices. Peacekeeper chatter is abounding with reports of an explosion in the Southern Ward. They don't seem to be mentioning any van or who may have been the perpetrators of the crime.

It seems you got away clean. Where do you go now?

Breecha resumes his customary waiting position inside the van. His pistol is holstered and shotgun is left across his lap, unloaded. The red glow in his optics are steady as he rests.

Mack, feeling safe that there's a clean getaway says, "Noodles!" and begins to thread his way through the streets to his favorite noodle house. It's a place Kessel's been to before -- and likely the forged have each had to put up with going there as well.

Whilst driving he asks, "So, do we call up our employer now and check in? Or let him check back in with us? What's the cool criminal thing to do?"

"RESPONSE: Contact Tymora Of Operation Completion," intones Breecha.

Mack will force the party to endure an outting to Frumph's and pick up an order (or two) to go, "These are really good if you poach an egg and then serve 'em as breakfast. Besides, Tymora might want one." While waiting for the order to arrive, he'll make sure to check in with Tymora and indicate that the day's work is complete and that the crew will be back in after lunch. Or dinner. Whatever meal it happens to be.

A few coppers poorer and with a full belly, Mack happily drives the crew back to base -- whereupon we presumably now arrive?

Talking to you on the phone Tymore seems glad to hear you made it out unscathed. She also gives Preserver a good motherly scolding for being so wreckless in a warehouse full of bad guys. All in all she just seems happy to hear from you though.

With the day winding down and the sun setting you see a stray star in the sky but the city is so illuminated with lights it's hard to see much else. The work day has ended and people hussle and bustle to their condos and homes. You find your way back to the safe house easily enough and check the police scanner every now and again. A lot of talk about the Sixer warehouse, but not a single lead.

When you get back in to the office on the main vidscreen you see the red flash of a new message. Tymora is in the back already putting the van up on the lift to do some work on it.

New message just came in before you got back. You should check it out, she says as she goes to work trying to fix the plated panels that absorbed most of the bullets.

Kessel balances the big bowl of ramen he bought back at Flumph's precariously on his knee. He got it to-go for Tymora but "forgot" to tell them to hold the chili oil. Tymora hates chili oil. Noodles still dangling between his mouth and the pair of chopsticks wielded in one hand, Kessel taps on the new message with his free hand.

The message pops up and you are greeting with Daemon's wicked smile once again, Boys! Boys! Elphi just sent me a vidstream of the destruction of the warehouse! I couldn't have done better myself. In the background of the video you can see one of his screens looping the explosion of the Sixers' warehouse.

You've done right by me, boys. I have a little gift for you. Tymora wouldn't admit it, but I know times have been tough. I mean who barters so hard to get such a small care package from a demon, he cackles to himself a bit, Just make sure to remember your good buddy Daemon when he comes knocking again. his mouth cuts an impossibly wide jagged smile from ear to ear, And I will come knocking again.

The video cuts out and another notification pops up. Tapping this one shows a 10,000 GC transfer to your account from "t3h 0n3 wh0 kn0ck$".

Preserver is bounding around the hideout like a kid after Christmas, excited that he managed to be so integral to the operation. But then he gets a worried look on his face as he mentions the explosion and how big and awesome it was. The bot stops and gets on RAIN looking for any reports of innocent bystanders injured in the expolosion.

Breecha assists in the van's repairs, using his strength to complement the shop's machinery.

Preserver flips through any and all news he can find about the explosion. Luckily all reports don't seem to report innocent bystanders being caught in the destruction. Luckily it seems like the Sixer presence really kept civilians from getting too close to the warehouse, and the adjacent buildings.

There are some reports of broken windows nearby, probably from the initial shockwave, but no casualty reports.

"t3h 0n3 wh0 kn0ck$!" Jessel snorts, "Hacker wannabe! Still, the guy's not bad, eh?"

Suddenly remembering something, the technomancer calls his battle droid over. "Hey Breecha, come here a sec, will ya? I just need to run a quick diagnostic."

Breecha complies, stepping across the garage to Kessel's location.

Preserver visibly relaxes once he sees he didn't accidentally hurt anyone.

Mack carefully hides one of the bowls of ramen in the communal fridge. He's suspicious that Kessel might nab it if he's not careful, and he really does like poaching a couple eggs and eating them with the ramen in the morning. His mission complete, he will find his way back to the garage. "Ten thousand. That's a pretty hefty sum. I suppose if we don't have any looming expenses, we should consider putting a big chunk of that in a rainy day fund somewhere."

He works his way over to the grimy couch that has a good view of the garage and pulls up a personal RAINpad to browse around and start nosing around for job leads.

Tymore comes up behind you as you are looking for leads. "Hey, great minds think alike. I actually had two small jobs that came in while you were out. Looks like one is up in the Castle Ward, helping some executive spy on his wife. A real broken hearts case. Otherwise there was a dwarf over in the Sea Ward that needed an escort for some cargo coming in."

She pulls both jobs up in the main vidscreen. "They both seem like small time jobs, but at least it seems like we have enough of a cushion to coast for a bit."

She looks over the van up on the lift, and the current dress and equipment of everyone, "I might also suggest finding some new gear. I have an old contact who has some connections to some 'reputable' businesses." She seems to anticipate a reaction and quickly interjects, "I promise it won't be another Daemon situation!"