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STATUS: "I'm an actor. I will say anything for money." -- Also Charlton Heston 5 yrs ago
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I'll get to a post tomorrow. I've been kind of under the weather today.
Dick disabled the driver of the car just as I swept a leg underneath one of the other men. His name's James "Jimmy Legs" Trafficante. I knew everything there was to know about him, from the two mistresses he had to the amount of back taxes he owed to the IRS, even down to his bad knees. Jimmy Legs visited Gotham General nearly four times over the past ten years because his left knee. It had a tendency to dislocate if enough pressure was applied to it, everything from falling down a flight of stairs in 2011 to horsing around with his children in 2005 caused the knee to slip out of socket. A steel-toed boot to the appropriate place should do the trick quite well.
I jammed the heel of my boot into the back of his knee and heard it pop out of place. Jimmy Legs yelled, the screech drowning his cries out. The pain in his ears and knee should keep him out of the fray, but I had to make sure. I kicked his pistol out of his reach and turned to Toots himself. He tried to aim his gun in my direction, but the loud sonic pulse kept his vision blurry and unfocused. He got a shot off, a shot that whizzed by me and into a car behind me. Growling, I pounced on Toots and slapped the gun away. Toots swung with a free hand and hit me flush in the temple with a punch. The blow bounced off my protected cowl but still shook me a bit. I could slug it out with Toots, but it would take longer than I would have liked to disable him. Instead, I feigned pain and fell backwards, luring him into a fight. Toots sensed weakness and wound up for another punch while I tripled tapped my right index and ring fingers together to generate a charge.
He charged forward and swung again. I pushed forward, blocked with my left, and shoved my right index finger against his face. The micro taser charge loaded in my glove kicked on and sent a bolt of electricity coursing through Toots' body. He collapsed to the ground, jerking and spitting loudly. The taser was strong enough to make him lose consciousness for a few seconds, and keep him dazed for at least five minutes. Two men left. The sonic pulse on the wrecked car started to lose power, its squeal growing softer and softer. I looked over towards Dick, who was squaring off with another man. I turned to the last mobster still standing as our advantage began to erode away.
I jammed the heel of my boot into the back of his knee and heard it pop out of place. Jimmy Legs yelled, the screech drowning his cries out. The pain in his ears and knee should keep him out of the fray, but I had to make sure. I kicked his pistol out of his reach and turned to Toots himself. He tried to aim his gun in my direction, but the loud sonic pulse kept his vision blurry and unfocused. He got a shot off, a shot that whizzed by me and into a car behind me. Growling, I pounced on Toots and slapped the gun away. Toots swung with a free hand and hit me flush in the temple with a punch. The blow bounced off my protected cowl but still shook me a bit. I could slug it out with Toots, but it would take longer than I would have liked to disable him. Instead, I feigned pain and fell backwards, luring him into a fight. Toots sensed weakness and wound up for another punch while I tripled tapped my right index and ring fingers together to generate a charge.
He charged forward and swung again. I pushed forward, blocked with my left, and shoved my right index finger against his face. The micro taser charge loaded in my glove kicked on and sent a bolt of electricity coursing through Toots' body. He collapsed to the ground, jerking and spitting loudly. The taser was strong enough to make him lose consciousness for a few seconds, and keep him dazed for at least five minutes. Two men left. The sonic pulse on the wrecked car started to lose power, its squeal growing softer and softer. I looked over towards Dick, who was squaring off with another man. I turned to the last mobster still standing as our advantage began to erode away.
I heard the pop of tires a fraction of a second after Dick's report. The squeal of brakes followed the pop. The sedan with all four tires blown out careened down the street, the metal rimes sparking against the pavement. The driver over adjusted the car and sent it skidding into a parked car on the side of the road. The crash activated all four airbags in the car. Even from this far away I could tell the five men inside were shaken up, but not seriously injured. At least not yet.
One by one they clambered from the car, all of them dazed and unsure of what was going on. Being mobsters, their first action was to pull their guns. All of them carried pistols in shaking hands. I deactivated the night vision and instead activated the HUD's hunter mode. Calculations and outcomes of potential actions whizzed by on the periphery of my vision. The software identified the five mafiosos and crunched the numbers.
TARGETS DAZED
SUGGESTED APPROACH: CONFUSION & DISCOMBOBULATION
CHANCES OF DISABLING: HIGH
SUCCESS: PROBABLE
I activated my ear shields and tossed a small object from my belt. The round disc clattered on the roof and kicked on. A high-pitched scream echoed out of the disc and reverberated through the block, shattering the windows of the sedan and nearby cars and houses. The thugs yelled out in pain and grabbed their ears to block out the noise. The screech's battery is only good for ten seconds, ten seconds I couldn't afford to lose.
"Move in, Dick!" I yelled as I jumped, hoping he could hear me over the screech.
"Take them down hard and fast!"
One by one they clambered from the car, all of them dazed and unsure of what was going on. Being mobsters, their first action was to pull their guns. All of them carried pistols in shaking hands. I deactivated the night vision and instead activated the HUD's hunter mode. Calculations and outcomes of potential actions whizzed by on the periphery of my vision. The software identified the five mafiosos and crunched the numbers.
TARGETS DAZED
SUGGESTED APPROACH: CONFUSION & DISCOMBOBULATION
CHANCES OF DISABLING: HIGH
SUCCESS: PROBABLE
I activated my ear shields and tossed a small object from my belt. The round disc clattered on the roof and kicked on. A high-pitched scream echoed out of the disc and reverberated through the block, shattering the windows of the sedan and nearby cars and houses. The thugs yelled out in pain and grabbed their ears to block out the noise. The screech's battery is only good for ten seconds, ten seconds I couldn't afford to lose.
"Move in, Dick!" I yelled as I jumped, hoping he could hear me over the screech.
"Take them down hard and fast!"
"Let's go."
Old Gotham
9:34 PM
The night vision lenses on my cowl bathed the area in a sickly green light. I sat squatted down on a ledge five stories above the street, overlooking down below at the passing cars. This part of town is a far cry from the towering skyscrapers and glass and metal behemoths of downtown. Old Gotham is the remnants of colonial Gotham, the city founded three hundred years ago. Small buildings that don't go above six stories, tight alleyways that can induce claustrophobia, it's the perfect place to carry out an ambush. Also the perfect place to set up a counter-ambush.
My HUD flashed with a GPS tracking update. Dick's bike is twelve blocks away and closing in. His part of the job was to follow Toots' car from afar and initiate the ambush. If everything sticks to the plan, they'd be at the end of the block heading this way when Dick sped past Toot's car and tossed spikes under the the chassis. If the math and crash projections played out just right, their disabled car would skid to a stop right below me.
On the radio in my ear I could hear the sounds from Billy Russo's cathouse visit, thanks to the bug inside his phone. You don't need the details, just know that he was otherwise occupied four blocks away from my current location. Another proximity beep from Dick's bike, this one warned me that he was approaching the time frame to spring the trap.
"Thirty seconds, Dick," I said into the bluetooth in my cowl. "We only have one shot at this. Make your move quickly and don't hesitate."
Old Gotham
9:34 PM
The night vision lenses on my cowl bathed the area in a sickly green light. I sat squatted down on a ledge five stories above the street, overlooking down below at the passing cars. This part of town is a far cry from the towering skyscrapers and glass and metal behemoths of downtown. Old Gotham is the remnants of colonial Gotham, the city founded three hundred years ago. Small buildings that don't go above six stories, tight alleyways that can induce claustrophobia, it's the perfect place to carry out an ambush. Also the perfect place to set up a counter-ambush.
My HUD flashed with a GPS tracking update. Dick's bike is twelve blocks away and closing in. His part of the job was to follow Toots' car from afar and initiate the ambush. If everything sticks to the plan, they'd be at the end of the block heading this way when Dick sped past Toot's car and tossed spikes under the the chassis. If the math and crash projections played out just right, their disabled car would skid to a stop right below me.
On the radio in my ear I could hear the sounds from Billy Russo's cathouse visit, thanks to the bug inside his phone. You don't need the details, just know that he was otherwise occupied four blocks away from my current location. Another proximity beep from Dick's bike, this one warned me that he was approaching the time frame to spring the trap.
"Thirty seconds, Dick," I said into the bluetooth in my cowl. "We only have one shot at this. Make your move quickly and don't hesitate."
I already had my two presidential candidates fill out questionnaires a few pages back, answering in character. Of the two who filled it out, Mr. Shoe won when Wernher conceded so he's our president for this.
Alright, then. Mr. Shoe is our commander-in-chief. I'll be going to work on the OOC thread today, it'll be up either tonight or tomorrow. You can expect a "Political CS" of sorts for you to fill out.
Don't tell me a Brazil run by a dude with fucking dragons wouldn't be amazing.
Are you conceding?Not everybody's voted yet. I guess what we'll do with non-presidents is square things away with the cabinet people and legislators when I open the game up and have everyone fill out sheets. I'd like to have the Senate and House leadership filled before opening them up to other people joining, but once we fill that role you're free to apply for senator or congressman.
Well, like I've said a few times before, the American government system is the one I know best. I had planned to have "Politician CS's" when I started the OOC thread for people to fill out.
There isn't a Shadow Cabinet in the American system of government, but the best place for a member of the opposition would be in leadership in the House or Senate.
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