The Run: Part 2
Looking around, Ghost spies an upstairs window; the only problem is that there's no easy way to get up there - no drainpipes, trellises nothing. He shrugs and slings the shotgun across his back as he walks to under the window. Years of practice pays off as he manages to scale the sheer wall to beside the window. Smiling to himself he takes the pistol from his shoulder holster and uses it to try and smash the window. As the butt of the pistol contacts the glass he braces himself for the smash of broken glass only to have the impact knock him from his precarious perch and fall to the ground...hard. Lying on his pack he groans slightly as he looks up at the glass still intact in the window.
"You alright man?" Hamish asks from the front porch.
"I'm fine." is the curt reply as Ghost picks himself up and makes his way stiffly back to the front door.
"You going to be alright?" the tension in Jester's voice is palatable.
"I said I'm fine!" snapped Ghost.
"You, uh, want me to give it a shot, Ghost?" asks Hamish
"Fine. Knock yourself out." Ghost replied, very irritated at how a simple run was quickly disintegrating. Hamish makes his way to the wall and starts surveying the climb ahead. Meanwhile, Nathan decides to take it upon himself to do a little bit of reconnaissance. Using his almost unnatural ability to move almost silently and vanish seemingly into thin air, he slips away around the back of the house to make sure that no one gets away.
“Where the hell did Nathan go?” snapped Jester suddenly realizing that Nathan was nowhere to be seen. Becoming more and more agitated the longer the door was blocking the way, Ghost finally snaps.
“This is stupid.” He says as he readies the shotgun from his back and pumps a slug into the chamber. Taking aim at the door he pulled the trigger. The twelve gauge slug slams into the center of the door revealing the large steel bar holding it shut.
“That’ll work.” Ghost remarked with a grin. He looks to Jester, “What do you think?” Jester nods his agreement. Firing three more rounds into the door, Ghost widened the hole enough so that Hamish could get a hand in to lift the bar free.
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” Nathan asks coming back around the side of the house. Jester just about jumps out of his skin and everyone trains their weapons on the blind runner.
“Where the hell did you go?” Jester hollers as he drops his pistols to his side. “You always
tell your team what you’re doing. Every time, got it
“Uh, yeah. Ok.” Nathan replied softly.
“Good! Now you stay here and make sure Natasha stays safe. The rest of us are heading inside.” Jester looks to Natasha for approval who nods. Returning the nod, Jester winds up and kicks the now un-barred door straight off its hinges. Ghost leads the way into the front hall followed by Jester and Hamish. The hall is empty with a doorway leading into the living room in between an empty closet facing the door and a set of stairs winding up to the second floor. Jester Points first at Ghost then to the kitchen door indicating where he wanted him to search. Making his way carefully through the door, Ghost disappears around the door frame. Jester moves to the closet and starts knocking on the walls looking for any place that the house’s occupants could be hiding. Once he is finished the thurough sounding of the walls, he still seems suspicious. Taking the rod from its brackets in the closet he starts to bash holes in the drywall convinced that there must be something more to this small, unassuming closet. Behind him Hamish rolls his eyes and waits patiently for him to finish his assault on the closet.
Meanwhile, Ghost turns the corner from the hallway into what used to be the livingroom of the house. Food wrappers and other trash litters the floor and covers the battered couches. Strewn about the tables are bits and pieces of electronics relating to the construction of various explosives. Keeping an eye out for anything that might be a tripwire or a trap, he picked his way through the debris to the door on the other side leading into the kitchen. More packaging and half eaten soy products litter the counters and floor. Aside from the back door that is still locked and barred, there is only one door leading out of the kitchen. Ghost moved over to it and tried to turn the handle; locked.
Near silently he called up Jester using his radio’s implanted subvocal microphone, “Ghost here.”
“Go ahead.” is the reply.
“All clear in the living room and kitchen. Back door is still locked but there seems to be a locked pantry or something here in the kitchen.”
“Alright, Hamish and I will be right there as soon as we clear the second floor.”
Reaching the top of the stairs, Hamish and Jester find only two filthy bedrooms with no sign of people nor hiding places. They join Ghost in the kitchen by the locked door.
“So, what do you say?” Ghost asks. “Should I try shooting out the doorknob?”
“Sure.” said Jester as he trained both guns at the closed door. Ghost shoulders the shotgun and draws the pistol from it’s holster. After two rounds the doorknob is a twisted bit of scrap hanging from the door. Ghost reached for the remains of the doorknob and tried to pull the door open; it is still locked tight.
“Fuck it!” Ghost holsters the pistol and grabs the shotgun once more. Clicking the safety off he fires a round into the ruined handle which evaporates. Still the door will not open. Cursing he fires two rounds off at the hinges trying to simply remove the door from the wall. Between blasts there is a pounding from the inside.
“Wait!” Cries a thin voice, “Stop shooting, we’re coming out!”
The three of them back off. Through the door they hear the sound of not one, not two but four steel bars sliding away from the door and onto the ground. The door creaks open slightly before falling from its mangled hinges. A large orc stands in the doorway.
“Hands up!” Jester shouts. “Walk slowly towards me and then lie down on the floor.” His two pistols follow the orc into the kitchen and down to the floor. “Alright, next! Walk slowly out the door with your hands on your head!” A small, thin extremely scared human walks slowly out of the doorway on shaking legs.
“Don’t shoot man!” He cries, “Please…I…I’ve got your goods right here! Don’t kill me!”
Ghost grabs him by the shirt collar and puts his pistol to his temple. “Where’s the rest of them?” He asks.
“What do you mean?” Vin stammers.
”The rest, don’t mess with me man!” He draws the hammer back on the gun.
“Really, its only the two of us! Really!” he pleads. Looking back into the open doorway Ghost realized that the bolt hole really was only a converted pantry and there was no way that more people could be there.
“Um…never mind!” Ghost mutters quietly. Jester calls to Hamish.
“Tell Natasha that the area is secure.” Hamish nods and hurries out of the room. A moment later he, Natasha and Nathan pick there way into the kitchen. Natasha looks Vin up and down calmly.
“Well Vin, do you have what we came for?” She asks icily.
“They…they’re inside against the wall at the back.” She nods to Hamish who goes into the ruined pantry and carries out two stainless steel briefcases.
“I assume that both devices are in working order?” she raises one perfectly manicured eyebrow at Vin.
“Of course!” Vin cries, almost in tears.
“Well then,” she says, “I guess all we need to do is complete the transaction.” She places the briefcase that she has been holding on one of the counters and opens it up to reveal row upon row of certified credsticks. She picks up the first layer revealing a second layer underneath. Quickly counting the ones in her hand se places them onto the counter and closes the case. “I think that this should cover what we owed you; minus the…inconvenience that you caused us.” She eyes Vin coolly, waiting for him to protest.
“Completely!” Vin nods his head vigorously.
“Good.” Natasha turns and slowly walks out of the room, Nathan following close behind. Just outside the kitchen door she turns back to Jester who’s guns and attention has never left the orc lying on the floor. “Oh, and Jester” She asks lightly “kneecap that man for me, would you.” Then turns and leaves the room.
“You might want to back up” Jester tells Ghost who releases Vin’s collar and moves back a pace. Jester raises one gun up off the orc, quickly takes aim and shoots vin square in the knee. He screams incoherently and falls to the ground clutching his leg and writhing in pain. The orc growls at him from the floor. Jester goes down on one knee beside the orc, places one barrel against his head and whispers quietly into he ear, “I have seen more and done more than you ever will. Scarier people have dies before me, I wouldn’t even blink as I splattered you across this floor. When I leave here, I won’t ever see you again. Either you will be dead or you will make yourself disappear.” He presses the gun harder into his head and hisses, “You understand?” The orc falls silent.
“Lets go.” Jester stands and leaves the kitchen. Hamish follows and Ghost backs out of the room keeping his gun aimed at the orc until he has backed out into the hall. Once everyone is outside, Jester stops for a moment and props the front door back up in its ruined frame before joining everyone in the SUV. Natasha turns arround in the front seat to look as Jester.
"I meant the orc." she says with just a hint of amusement. Jester pauses a moment the shrugs. The flicker of a smile flashes accross Natasha's face.
The rest of the night went according to plan. A quick stop off at the warehouse to change clothes and vehicles then on to the meeting with the buyers. Smooth, simple – totally unlike the rest of the evening. Once the exchange was done and everyone was standing outside limo was parked in the warehouse Natasha reaches into her coat and pulls out a credstick.
“500 newyen as agreed.” She hands the stick to jester and steps into he waiting limo. “Good job everyone, I’m glad everything turned out in the end.” She nods at Jester. “Until next time…” she cuts herself off by closing the limo’s door. It pulls away smoothly leaving our company in the dark warehouse where Jester divides up the pay.