Chapter 1 SNAFU - Situation Normal All Fragged Up

Breathing heavily from exerting such effort to lug himself and his gear up the rusty and slippery fore escape ladder in a mad rush to avoid the ire of the mother Troll, The Colonel took a quick moment to collect himself and look about the scene before him trying to locate a spot with decent firing lanes to the window of the diner and any approaching vectors but that also offered good concealment and cover. He also decided to find another escape route off the roof in case the fire escape was compromised by maternal trolls or other combatants.

She waves back with raised brows, "Hi." She runs another scan to see if she can identify what he is. In the matrix, a tiny two-legged dragon flies up from her shoulder and circles around the boy playfully.

Greer crosses his arms, leans back, and sighs.

"What's the point of hiding what's in that case if you open it up right in front of us?," Greer says as he scowls. "Let me guess. There's a part two to this saga."

The Colonel, in his overwatch position, noted the exchange between the Johnson and Greer. It looked tense but not in any lethal way...yet.

He suddenly noticed a motorcycle thay was moving at a pace out of the ordinary. To the layman it might just be a typical biker hoon. To The Colonel it was clear and present danger.

Switching into a higher gear, The Colonel shifted his position slightly bringing his assault rifle to bear as he acquired the target. His cybereyes worked quickly as he took in the biker and his bike.

In the same moment he quickly keyed his commlink and raised an alarm on the channel hoping Greer would hear it.

Rat Pack, Rat Pack, this is overwatch. Identified potential hostile incoming via road. Hostile is mobilised and moving quickly on our location. Target is acquired, will engage if hostile moves into AO, over....probably government spook, drones must have... his voice trailed out on the commlink as the paranoia induced mumbling continued until The Colonel released the transmission button.

Wyvern quirks a smile at the "boy" as she replies, "Most of the time, yes. Are you?"

"I know more bad guys than I care to, but I don't like them either. Who are the Dawn Guard?"

Wyvern hisses, "Nemo, hide! The bad guys are here." She shifts the settings on her deck and prepares to defend their Johnson and his ward.

The Colonel was focusing intently on the incoming hostile target when he noticed a sudden noise flicker across his cyber eyes. His years in spec ops and counterintelligence identified the noise not as coincidence but an incoming matrix attack. It was hard to catch the precursor and usually was really only identifiable in ocular cybernetics where a visual cue was the only telltale sign. Recognizing the warning signal he immediately shutdown his cyber eyes. He rebooted them only moments later constantly keeping an eye out for that precursor noise he had hoped he had done enough at least for now to ward off whoever this unforeseen matrix user was.

His cyber eyes rebooted, he quickly refocused on the hostile target his smartlink had continued to track despite losing visual on the target.

Rat Pack, target is in AO, situation critical and matrix attack is likely. I am engaging target, I say again, I am engaging target. Shits about to get real.

The Colonel took a moment to steady his breathing