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(Setting) Rockford Hotel
| >The side entrance is more discreet, for those who wish to slip in to the city unnoticed. It is less maned than the front, but there are more guards inside.
>The last entrance, at the back of the hotel, is for service. Trucks are constantly going in and out of there, like drone bees in a hive.
>Nearby, AnoMeat and Uni stand, planning their approach.
| "So here we are, Rockford Hotel."
>AnoMeat proclaims.
| "What a glamorous area—"
> Uni stands, looking around her surroundings.
"So, any clarity for the plans to go inside?"
| (I will continue this later, in about 3 hours Real time)
| (I have to go, AGAIN)
| (Will be waiting then)
| (I HAVE RETURNED, And earlier than I expected.)
| (That wasn't three hours, haha. Ready?)
| (Ready.)
"We take the service entrance. No Guards, but cameras."
AnoMeat recalls the layout of the hotel, and turns to Uni
"2 things. 1. Are you sure you want to do this? Because if you do, you will have SoC on your back. 2. Do you have a way in to their network to cover the cameras?
| >While talking, AnoMeat lays his bag on the ground, and pulls a bullet proof vest out of the bag,then a M14 rifle, A holdout pistol, and suppressors for both the guns. In the now more empty bag, all you can see are some remote detonators and a big brick of C4. 3 kilos to be precise.
"You got a gun on you, Uni?"
| >>90673
"For the first question, no, we don't care. In the end, it will simply be another peg to our back."
> Uni stares at the hotel, her thoughts lost elsewhere.
"As for the second question.. well, we aren't quite the tech person now, are we?"
| >>90676
> Uni pulls out something from her pocket. It's a device that oddly resembles a gun, but it has no trigger — it has strange runes and symbols drawn to it.
"In a way, yes."
| "So can you cover the cameras or not?"
| (*resembles a handgun. Dammit, I need to stop typing while walking)
| >>90683
"Hmm.."
> Uni thinks to herself before pulling yet another strange device. This time, it's an odd, rectangular device with the same kind of symbols etched into it.
"Would permanently blinding them work?"
| "It would alert them, Uni."
>AnoMeat furrows his brows in frustration.
"do you remember the job specification?"
| >>90692
"Actually, now that we think about it—"
> She turns on the rectangular device.
"Trust us on this."
| >AnoMeat stares for a second, sighs, and says.
"Ahhh fuck it. Lets move."
>AnoMeat takes the lead, and follows the trucks to the service entrance, but stops at the corner.
"ready to do your thing?"
| > The rectangular device starts glowing in a randomized pattern.
"In our hands—"
> Uni starts scrambling the pattern, her left eye glows each time she does it.
"Ready when you are."
> She makes a final touch to the device. It pulsates in a breathing pattern.
| "Moving for the door"
>AnoMeat moves to the loading bay, and gets in to the service area. The whole place is automated, so there are still no witnesses.
| (Oops, Change door to entry point)
| "Tell us whenever you think the changes should be made—"
> Uni looks at the device, before looking back at the surrounding area.
"—A hand signal, a gesture. This will paralyze us in place, so we will be left defenseless."
| >AnoMeat looks for a bathroom or a small space, and finds a service closet.
"I hope you're not afraid of the dark"
>He opens the door, gesturing for Uni to get inside.
| "It's something we're accustomed with."
> Uni chuckles at the statement as she walks her way inside the closet. She then gestures a thumbs up to AnoMeat.
| "you can start now."
>AnoMeat gestures a thumbs up, and closes the door. He then makes a move for the service staircase, opening the door to it.
| >And on the other end of the door are 2 guards, taking a smoke break...
"HEY STOP, WHO ARE YOU"
| >AnoMeat responds with his buttstock hitting one of the guards, and shooting the other one.
| >...But misses the second guard. The guard fires at AnoMeat, hitting him in the vest. While the vest kept AnoMeat safe from the bullet, it did not keep him safe from the impact. As AnoMeat is sent flying backwards, hits the ground. AM quickly fires a volley of shots at the guard, dispatching him.
| "Great start..."
>AnoMeat groans in pain. He gets up, double stims himself and gets running up the stairs, rifle in hands.
(Uni, if you want to DM, Feel free. I'm mildly afraid that I might make AM seem a bit OP.)
| > Uni's left eye lights up in tandem with the device's glow, almost illuminating the whole closet.
> The device makes a distant whirring as it scrambles pattern with an inhumane speed. The pattern speeds up, becoming a blur at any moment.
> Uni mutters incomprehensibly, seemingly translating the device for herself.
"Upright Chariots, here we go!"
> She silently shouts, as the device's glow fades. She herself goes limp with only her left eye being open.
"Good luck, friend."
| (AM is a bit OP? Hey, I almost made Uni reverse time! Don't worry, I think it's all safe)
| (Do reel me in if I go overboard)
>AnoMeat finally gets to the 14th floor, still stimed up and jumpy. On the way up, He noticed the cameras' recording LED going multicolour.
"Thank God for Uni..."
>He attempts to open the door to the floor, but its locked. So he begins digging in his bag...
| >And pulls out a breaching charge made out of C4. He hangs it around the door knob, and knocks on the door...
| "Hey what that?"
>Ask one of the guards.
"Its probably the two coming back from there smoke break. Let me go get it"
>as the leader of the guards in the hallway approaches to open the door, ready to berate the two guards coming through
"You two bett-"
>BLAST!
| (Sure sure)
> After moments of fading from reality, all Uni sees is images and videos captured from the camera of the building.
> In every instance she notices AnoMeat, she would start scrambling the output, making the camera capture not one trace of AnoMeat.
> She then starts following the camera the nearest to AnoMeat, monitoring him silently.
| >AnoMeat activates the detonator as he hears footsteps to the door, and throws one of his flashbang through the door to blind the rest.
| "CONTACT!"
>A blinding light flashes across the faces of the guards, disabling them for a moment.
| >AnoMeat rushes in to the Hallway, And spots 5 guards, Clutching at their ears or eyes. trying to point their guns at him. He takes some shots, carefully trying hit them in the head.
| "RRRAHH!"
>The leader miraculously survived, throwing the door back on to AnoMeat as he finishes his last shot.
| >AnoMeat feels a massive weight fall on to his left side, throwing him off his balance, and making him lose his grip on his rifle. he prepares his sidearm, ready to shoot through the door at any footsteps.
| >Meanwhile, in room 1401.
"Someone please order the room service, and tell those dipshits outside to stop practicing CQC in the Hallway!"
>The Client has had a good day, but his guards keep ruining his celebratory mood. He swindled some gun runner out of a prize today. He always loved keeping the metaphorical carrot in front of theses idiots. always promising more than he gave. He knew he was safe, he had some of the best political backup in the city, and no one can touch him.
| >And back to AnoMeat, standing over the biggest, aug-iest bastard he has ever seen.
"Jesus, He has all the augs there is to get!"
>As Luck would have it, AnoMeat had his ace finally pay off big time. His Bullets. Thank God for HK. AnoMeat thought to himself, as he began preparing to breach through the wall.
| "*Crackle* Boss said lay off the practice! do you hear me? Anyone?"
>Goes one of the radios on the body guards. AnoMeat quickly swipes it and speaks.
"Hear you loud and clear, Ill tell the boys to pack it up."
>AnoMeat whispers to himself
"Jesus that was close..."
| >AnoMeat proceeds to plant some C4 over the wall of 1401, Praying that the blast doesn't kill the scumbag Client. He picks up his rifle, and get ready to breach...
(I need a small creative break before I go any longer...5min...)
| (Okay, I'm instinctively trying not to disturb the chain of events you've made here, haha)
| (If you want to input anything, go for it! Im just typing up the rest of the content ahead of time, I've used all my improv juice.)
| “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE A CLUB SANDWICH!?”
>Exclaims the Client.
“DO YOU KNOW WH-, Ah FINE I’ll Order a pizza. No Anchovies.”
>He slams the retro phone on to its stand.
“Fucking Imbeciles. Trying to ruin my day.”
| (I'll think about it. Not trying to make Uni OP since she has practically overridden most of the security camera, so doing anything beyond this would be borderline OP, but...)
> Still actively monitoring the action around AnoMeat, Uni sighs — whatever the equivalent was to a virtual sigh.
"Wonder what he's planning on doing with all this—"
> Her thoughts had wandered off.
"Can't wait to transcribe this, still!"
| >AnoMeat stops him self just before breaching. There is no way they would fall for it again, right? He goes to the door, and sets a C4 charge on it too. He knocks on the door, and waits for someone too come.
| “Is it the food already? Someone go get it!”
>The Client is impressed, after all these years, at least food service got faster. One of the guards begins to approach the door
“I can’t wait until my shift is ov-“
| >Click Click Click goes the Detonator. BANG! AnoMeat waits a few seconds
“CONTACT!”
>Shout several of the guards and begin approaching the door, hopping to get the drop on the intruder and get to some of the wounded, from the shrapnel of the door.
| >AnoMeat then begins squeezing the detonator to the wall.
BANG!
>At this point AnoMeat chucks both a flashbang and a stun grenade. Filled with rubber balls, the balls hit the dozen or so guards in the massive hotel room, stunning them, and the flash blinding them. AnoMeat begins to fire upon the still standing guards, and continues to fire upon the stunned and wounded men.
| >The Client, disorientated and rage filled, shoots at the standing figure with his holdout pistol. It goes down as he emptied his clip.
“Haa, Haa, FUCK YOU!”
>He cautiously walks over to the figure, and recognises the face. That pond-scum AnoMeat.
>He kicks, hoping to get a reaction out of the body.
“GET UP YOU SHIT!”
| >The response he receives is a swift steel-tip kick to the jewels.
“Well look at that, Client. Long time no see…”
>AnoMeat stand up slowly, taking a look at the client, and the scans his surroundings with his handgun. His arm hurts, his legs hurt, his everything hurts. He finds a target and pops the last laying guard, giving mercy to him. He stims himself again, and checks the bullet wounds. It’s bad.
| “SO you do remember me! so then you must remember when you screwed me over, Right?”
>AnoMeat mocks The Client.
“FUCK YOU, I’ll Neve-AHHHHHH!“
>The client tries to retort, but gets shot in both of his kneecaps.
“Shut up.”
>AnoMeat begins setting up The remaining 2 kilos of C4 around the room. Trying to block out the screaming of the Client.
| > Hearing bits and pieces of the conversation, Uni tries to put together the gaping missing link of the talk.
"—Just what is even happening there?"
| >Once The Client lowers down to a pleading sob, AnoMeat zip-ties his arms and legs, and then to a post of the master bed. He checks the room for electronics, and grabs anything valuable. A few wallets, cold crypto currency sticks, and a few guns. But the most valuable is the phone of The Client. He confirms the location data, and code to the container. And heads out.
| >While AnoMeat is heading down the stairs, he dials a number.
“Rockford hotel.”
“Yep.”
“I’ve had 5 shots of vodka at the bar, can you pick me up near the service entrance?”
“Thanks.”
>AnoMeat removes his vest, and puts it in his backpack, still hearing the whimper of The Client in his head.
| >AnoMeat gets to the bottom of the stairs, and begins to save and sees his vision blur. Blood loss. Another Stim. He gets to the Service Closet. Waves at Uni.
“We got to go. Pickup will be here in a minute.”
| (Swerve, not save damn it. It was going so well.)
| > After a moment, the closet glows blindingly again, as the device and Uni's left eye deactivates.
"Hnngh.."
> Uni weakly stands up, her left eye now resonating a red hue — she immediately closes the eye afterwards.
"R-right."
> She looks at AnoMeat, his overall appearance has worsened due to all the fight.
"Are you holding steady there?"
| "Barely, I've used up all my stim packs. Sorry I kept you waiting."
>AnoMeat leans against the doorframe to balance himself.
"We need to get going, now."
| "Right, right. Let's hurry then. Don't want you to be dead on track as we go along."
> She tries to help AnoMeat balancing his gait, seeing the leftovers of what seems to be blood in his clothing.
"What a rough day, hm?"
| "Rough, but profitable."
>They get to the unmarked cab. AnoMeat point to it
"That's our ride."
| "Say, we wonder, is this what you do for a living?"
> Uni asks, as they both approach the cab.
"Not that we mind it: it's a fine surprise indeed, and from it would only result in a great story, but—"
> She fixates her gaze to the ground, still walking towards to cab.
"—This city just never stops surprising us."
| "No, I usually do more mundane stuff. Gun Trade."
>AnoMeat makes it to the cab, and gets in.
"It's just that I had to make an "Exception" for someone."
>AnoMeat faces the driver, and hands one strange gold coin.
"Safehouse 4, please."
>The driver accepts the coin silently, and waits for Uni to get in.
| > Uni follows and enters the cab.
"Exceptions, hm."
> She seated herself, her eyes wandering about, shortly scanning the inside of the cab.
"Well, at least it was a great show to see."
> She chuckles, having a thought in her mind.
| >The driver hands some medical supplies over, and starts driving away from the Hotel.
"So what do you do with the shows and stories?"
>AnoMeat asks, treating his wounds, poorly...
| "Oh? Nothing. We.. keep them as a memento—"
> Once the cab has moved and picked a speed, Uni faces towards the window near her.
"—After all, for us, the world is nothing but a stage — a canvas to draw — a blank paper to write."
> She proclaims, smiling afterwards.
| "That's a nice way of life. Oh, Almost forgot."
>AnoMeat pulls out the last Detonator, and presses it. you feel the ground shake as you hear the explosion in the background.
"Maybe I should have used less..."
| (Don' t tell me Uni got knocked out by the explosion...)
| (Uni here, had some IRL stuff in the background)
> Surprised by the sudden rattling of the ground, Uni looks back behind.
"—That was.. something."
| >The cab arrives at the Safehouse.
"Anyway, this is my stop, If you want to come, come. If you got better things to do, just tell the guy here you need to be."
>AnoMeat leaves the car, and begins heading towards the safehouse.
| "Might as well—"
> Uni follows AnoMeat, leaving the cab behind.
"—Because it would be a waste to leave a perfectly good story behind!"
| (NEW THREAD TIME, Change of setting.)
| >a police cruiser slows down into a halt infront of the burning rockford hotel, having been halfway reduced to rubble by the recent explosion
>An officer steps out of the cruiser, he pauses to stare at the scene, fire reflecting of his helmet's visor
Well what the fuck happened here
| (Thread ended, just a cameo)
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| >The Rockford Hotel sits in the same luxurious district as the Neo Louvre Gallery, in fact its actually just across the avenue. It's claim to fame is its long-standing history, and its more dark and sinister underside. The hotel rises to a mild 15 floors, but the exterior of the building oozes a style only seen in Neo York.
>The front entrance has a unit of security guards, all provided by Viper Security.