Just My Luck
Damn…I just lost about everything. My world has gotten a bit smaller as I look outside the bars on this window. Lost my leather coat, lost my damn guns, my crossbow and my knife…but it is the loss of the coat that stings me the most….I liked it…gave me some character…I suppose…Well…the Star has got me….for now…I have an angle that can get me out, but we shall see…Damn it, I hope Johnny can pry me outta this hole soon…How did I get here?…god….we all screwed up…lets’ see…..
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I was drinkin’…all sad stories start that way, it seems….can’t kick it …nope, don’t want to neither…booze keeps me sane…Well, Todd, my nightly benefactor o’ drinks…actually, he’s the head bartender at a place I call home when I want forget my cares, which is all the time… (plus, I look a little older that I really am and he don’t mind…so he plies me good with booze and all, as long as I got the cred, of course)….Well, I tell him that I may not be around for a while as I am on my last hundred and he tells me that its ok…so we talk a bit as he juices me up and, not wanting to lose a customer, I guess, he tells me of a job.
All I had to do was go to this bar downtown, meet someone under the Seattle Jets banner and I would get a quick job that could land me some more cred. Needless to say, I was headin’ Downtown…little worried though, at first, as getting public transit from the ‘Barrens can be a bit dicey. Anyway, I made it to the bar…hell, I even have forgotten its name but that don’t matter…what matters is that I got there and I see several people sittin’ around doin’ what losers usually do, which is drink…so I go to the bar and order me a stiff one…hell, why the fuck not? I found a place as near to the Jet’s banner hanging in the corner as I could without being a conspicuous ass…..and I waited.
Seems I didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later a guy walks in, looks the bar over and heads over to the table next to mine where there are the several people that I had spied earlier. He was certainly dressed in a manner that says money…at least more than I have ever seen. He talks to those arrayed around the table and I listened in as best I could and when I heard him say that he has a little job that pays about twenty-five hundred a head, I know I am in the right place…so I got up and moved over to the table and as I hear the man say that this job needs to have an inconspicuous theme to it…I jump into the conversation and tell him that I can do that…then I introduce myself as Christian and tell ‘em all that I am here for the job as well…
I mainly get side looks or stares from those around the table. Looks as if I had joined up with a bunch of people, maybe, as desperate as I was. There was a guy who looked a bit serious who went by the name of Ronin; next to him was a wild-eyed Azzie- a fellow who called himself Jefe Palucas….seemed not to speak much English, but when he did it was to the point; on the other side of the table was a chick who called herself Mask…I think she had the gift and can sling a few spells…she painted herself up a bit. Then there was JD…I think that was his name… he seemed to be a bit out there in a few ways but it made sense when I found out that that he was more comfortable around vehicles and these damned spider-type little drones- I hate those things…They all seem to accept me and I sit down with my drink.
The job was simple enough. We were being hired to act like perimeter security- unmarked and not obvious- to this tent-like pavilion in an open area of a nearby park. We were to quietly prevent access to the pavilion after 12 noon but were to allow admittance to anyone prior to that time. Seemed simple enough. We got onsite and I took the lead and positioned three of the group at each corner of the pavilion while I was to monitor the southwest corner and the entrance to the pavilion- we were short one due to the fact that JD or DJ or whatever he calls himself- was located in a van-offsite and was controlling an aerial drone and these three damned spider things that he gave us to help monitor the scene… I had one and I was tempted to crush it…reminded me of the little bastards in the ‘zone…that would feed on the thawing bodies of the not-so-fortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you looked at it…) each spring that I was in the CZ. Well, back to the situation…that got me here…anyway, I was lost in the details of the job when I realized that the pavilion had its own internal security when a big ass body guard steps out and talks to nobody in particular…some kinda wizardry happened and this tall-ass black elf- kind reminded me of a mass of black yarn or a heap of coal- as he lay there on the floor.. I thought it was past noon so I rushed up to the entryway to do my job and remove the offending interloper. I grabbed him and rushed him off to the side of the pavilion…I was prepared to beat the living shit outta him but he wasn’t gaining consciousness and besides…it was prior to noon so, in reality, he wasn’t part o’ the job…so I dumped his black ass in the dirt by the scaffolding and went back to the job at hand…then there was this little guy who showed up and tried to enter or mess with us….I was going to smack him around and he sends me away….somehow, and I am not even gonna try to guess what that was about….magic I think, well…everyone is cryin’ about a rat or some mouse…and the guy vanishes into the park…and all is quite for a bit.
Not quite an hour after I dumped that weird black elf thing around the corner near the scaffolding DJ Whatever…his name is….alerts us via the comms and via the damned spider-drones that we had company headed our way. Actually, the company turned out to be an Italian and his two goons. Once they had come up to the pavilion area, I checked to see if he was a “good fella”…if you know what I mean, but I couldn’t tell. This guy wanted in the pavilion and…it was well past noon…so we weren’t about to let him in…The two goons were orks…and uglier than me….and now this is where it gets kinda blurry for me….a lot happened, in a real short time. But as I recall, the Italian guy and his goons didn’t like being confronted by Ronin and got pissed off….they went for weapons and Ronin popped off with a round and after that JD Whats-his-name…decides to fly his aerial drone thing down an lights the dudes up with a Roomsweeper attached to the frickin’ thing…The goons all react and a gunfight ensues…and from the corner of my eye, I see Ronin and Jefe come into action…Mask does some spell work and cracks off a bunch of electricity, I think… the Italian guy hauls-ass outta the area and one of the goons goes down…the one standing is a big bastard who is now really pissed off….Ronin, Jefe and DJ-Whatever…all engage him and he soaks a lot of what they throw his way…I even get off a bolt from my crossbow…I peg him good…at least, that is what I thought…but the bastard still is standing there dishing out shit our way…Then, outta frickin’ nowhere this fire spirit appears and jumps into the fight. Ronin smacks it with some kinda spell….which does nothing to it from my perspective except piss it off. It hits Ronin but he soaks up the pain. Jefe shoots the spirit and does nothing to it….and then the black guy, elf-dude shows up …another spell-slinger, I suspect…well, I guess he is of the friendly type, at least as weirdoes go since he decides to help with the spirit and does some funky stuff, that makes the spirit leave.
By the way, it was the crossbow that the ‘Star nailed me for…I guess they saw the whole thing…cameras or sensors in the park, I guess…and because of them seein’ our little fracas….or hearing the fight….they sent some beat cops to investigate…and this is where the shit got hot…bad for us and bad for me….Seems Ronin and Jefe decided to carry the fight over to the investigating cops, I have no idea what happened to that last goon, I think we may have dropped him but I can’t be sure…anyway, I guess my new found friends aren’t that bright…well, neither was I at the time cause I considered popping off another bolt…but I thought better about it and attempted to hide instead…I think Mask tried to hide as well…but I didn’t pay much attention to her in the fight after she left of that lightning…JD Drone-Master from Hell, seemed to send his aerial drone into the fray with the cops…lots of gun play, noise and all…then silence.
I hid as best I could. I knew it was a bad, bad scene…I think either Ronin or Jefe downed some of the Lone Star beat cops…perhaps even DJ/JD dropped a few as well…all I know is that the ‘Star found me and they were madder than roach spirits on a sunny day….they found Mask as well…Then they pretty much beat my ass and took away all my shit…Mask and I were split up and placed into separate cars and my last vision was of that black elf dude with a bunch of officers around him….
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So…here I am in a precinct holding cell, waiting to find out what happens to the really dumb sons-a-bitches like me…SINless, broker than broke, beat-up and stuck in the slammer….with no hope….Damn, just my luck.