Rizak's Shadowrun story

BEWARE THE TIGER IN THE TALL GRASS

The truck eventually left with the entire crew that came out. Calis was counting them through his SmartLink. Another 10 minutes crawled by. Then 10 more. Spanner thought that it was pretty obvious that they were alone and started to mention something that she’d been meaning to bring up before, but William silenced her with a look and motioned for silence.

When a full 30 minutes had passed with no other motion, William decided that it was probably clear enough for them to move. He motioned the others to get up, but tripped over his own feet as he tried to rise. He figured that his legs had gone to sleep while laying in that damned uncomfortable, hot field for half-an-hour. Sitting up to take a look and start massaging his legs, he noticed a bit of wire tied around his legs. Rounding on Calis, he said, “Real mature. What’s next? Motor oil on my lab ware?”

Calis looked at him curiously and said, “What are you on about? I didn’t …”

Which was when Imaget noticed the large-bore barrel poking out of the grass near William’s head. He slowly raised his hands and knelt on the ground. Without taking his eyes off the gun, he said, “RC, be cool. Don’t turn around. Just put your hands up. Same for everyone else.”

Savannah knew that Imaget wasn’t one to panic or react without carefully weighing the options, so without even turning around she dropped the weapon she had readied and knelt where she was.

Calis, not having caught on to what exactly was going on was ready to blast whatever was out there, if only he could see it. Unfortunately for him, he was at the wrong angle to see the barrel of this rather serious looking grenade launcher pointed at the head of RealityColliding. Imaget said to him very slowly and calmly, “Just drop your guns and sit down. Please.” He bit his lip, thinking. Realizing his position was obviously made and he had no idea what or where the threat was, he relented and dropped to the ground.

A voice came out of the tall grass several meters away from the gun. “Thanks for that. Don’t move and we won’t have to hurt you. I’m going to ask you some questions now. I saw you come in on that plane.”

William said, “That isn’t a question.”

“Thanks, Shecky. How are you leaving this country? You obviously aren’t here to stay.”

Again, William replied. “That’s the job. We’re here to get a way off. Why do …” That’s as far as he got before everyone heard a loud groaning and scrabbling in the grass. The launcher barrel hadn’t moved a millimetre.

TIME OUT

By this point, Savannah had noticed the gun barrel in the grass. She didn’t know much about guns, but she knew plenty about mechanics. The barrel hadn’t moved a millimetre. Not even with the panic in the grass. She nodded to Calis and he bounced up toward the noise. Imaget grabbed the gun and it simply vanished. Then he stood up as Savannah rushed the grasses behind. Not being the complete man of action, RC just rolled out of the way. Everything seemed to happen pretty much at once: realization that there was nobody holding the gun, that nobody was in any real danger, and that Calis was laughing his fool head off while trying to keep as quiet as he could.

The others rushed over to where he was crouching and noticed an Ork laying in the grass, surrounded by equipment. He was making little mewling noises and it sounded like he was trying not to cry. He had his pants around his knees and began to pray for death, begging that the good lords take him in their infinite mercy.

It didn’t take too long to figure out that this guy could have been a serious threat if he wasn’t completely controlled by his bowels at the moment. He had some pretty impressive equipment, not too different from their own. He was an impressive physical specimen: muscle to spare. In fact, his gigantic muscles were covered in dermal plating that showed through his tight, black body-suit. He made even JoeBoy look small. The fact that he could sneak in and tie William’s boots together and set up a fake ambush while the group was watching the airfield was pretty impressive too. This guy had skills.

However, he was completely covered by Calis’ guns as he continued to make a noisy mess in the field. Eventually he stopped, cleaned himself up as much as he could and dressed again. William and JoeBoy had pulled his equipment out of reach, so he was now theirs to do with as they wished.

JoeBoy was the first to speak up. “Looks like you’ve got a bad case of the Jungle Trots. I guess that means you’re not from here, huh?”

The prisoner hadn’t raised his head since he finished dressing. He sat on the grass next to his filth and shook his head. “I’ve got to get off this island before the water kills me. I ran out of puri-tabs 2 days ago and I’ve been like this since yesterday. PLEASE! Take me with you! I can help. I don’t care what you’re doing. I don’t even want any of the take. Just get me out of here.”

He looked from face to face and saw an array of emotion. JoeBoy looked pitying, Savannah was pensive, Steel was ready to bust a gut any second and William was decisive. “We can’t leave him here. He might give us away. Besides, a couple of extra guns may come in handy.”

Steel looked at him, mouth agape. “What? I’m sure I didn’t hear that right. No way in hell can he come with us. Sorry chummer, but I don’t know you from Adam. I barely trust these guys and we’re supposed to be a team.”

Savannah said, “I kind of agree with Steel, but I think I’d rather bring him along. We can leave him when we get to Florida.”

“Florida? I could do Florida. Look, I’ll take point. I’ll carry extra gear. I’ll fetch and carry. Whatever you want! Just get me offa this island.” He hadn’t tried to get up or move anywhere near his gear. He was kneeling, sitting on his feet in a typical submissive posture.

JoeBoy took his pack off and opened one of his first aid kits. “The least we can do is give him some more water purification tabs. First though, I want to hear your story.” He pulled the MageSight goggles out of his pack and put them on. “I’ll be able to tell if you’re lying.”

Steel looked at the others and said, “Can we move a bit up-wind first?”

A little juggling of position and things were much more tolerable as the huge Ork began his story.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD, ROBERT ORLAZ

“You don’t need to know anything except my name and how I got here. Everyone calls me Brick. Big joke, huh? I was doing some undercover work for the Gunderson Corporation. They needed to find someone they thought was kidnapped by a pirate clan. They were recruiting for someone with my specific talents. I underbid the lowest rate I could find to get on that crew. Not a bad deal. I was getting paid twice to do one job. Well, I had found the little brat and was going to leave ship at the nearest friendly port when the captain decided to try to raid a vessel of opportunity. It led us on a merry chase and straight into two British patrol ships. A pleasure craft would have been easy, but this was a bit out of the Captain’s league. We turned tail, but not before taking a few good hits below the waterline. We scuppered and I managed to make it here. Nobody likes me here. I’ve been stealing food for six days. I haven’t had to be overly careful because most of the people here are poor and unarmed, but there are patrols. I just want to get home, have a nice bath and bounce a girl on my knee.”

After he finished, JoeBoy took William aside and spoke to him in low tones. “I was bluffing. I can’t tell if he’s telling the truth with this thing.” He held the goggles up to make his point. “It sounds reasonable, but it’s up to you. Calis isn’t gonna be happy, but what else are we gonna do? Gank him? I don’t like that idea.”

“No, neither do I. I think we should bring him along. He could be useful.” William meaningfully held up the wire that had been tied around his boots.

He turned to the rest of the group and nodded to Brick. "Okay. You can come along. Steel, I don’t want to hear another word. I know you don’t like it. You can watch him. First thing we’re going to do is walk back out to the landing strip and go through his equipment. I’m trusting, but I’m not stupid.

Brick put his hands on top of his head and walked ahead of Steel until they hit the strip. The rest followed close behind with all of his gear. JoeBoy concentrated for about 10 seconds and the launcher appeared in his hands again, then he rejoined the group. He did that without Brick seeing.

Brick knelt again with his hands in plain sight while Savannah checked him all over for weapons and equipment. His back pocket contained a waterproof pouch with a C.A.S. ID card, a notebook and scribbler, and a generic green plastic credstik attached to a ring of keys. In his front pocket was a half-eaten fish taco, wrapped in corn husks. Besides the grenade launcher, he wasn’t very well equipped. He had a pack that was much too small for him and his weapon belt. There was a loop for a vibro-sword that was missing as well as an empty holster. The knife sheath held a decent sized kitchen knife, but one that would still be pretty small in Brick’s meaty paws. The pack was in pretty bad shape. It looked like an old school bag with the reflective strips torn off. Inside he had a roll of electrical tape, some snare wire, four rolls of toilet paper and a few extra grenade rounds.

Looking at JoeBoy, Brick said, “I haven’t seen a friendly face since I landed in this part of the world. It’s good to meet you brother.”

JoeBoy didn’t even hesitate as he shouldered his shotgun and pointed it at Brick’s head. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard him use his Indian accent, but he put it on full-force here. “Look, Mister Man. I don’t know you from Adam. Okay? You sit there and be very quiet now, or somebody’s gonna get a-hurt real bad.” It was such an odd juxtaposition of accent and intimidation that it stunned Brick for a minute.

Once everything had been checked and put back, Brick was allowed to stand and given his pack and belt back. Savannah held onto the launcher.

William said, “Alright, we have a ways to go before dark, so let’s move it. North-northwest.”

MANY MILES BEFORE I SLEEP

They kept moving all that first night. The decision had been made to get as much of this terrain under their feet as possible before they took a rest.

In retrospect, drones might have been a good idea. This part of the world was mostly rolling hills and open field where it wasn’t developed. Decent drones could hover up where they wouldn’t be noticed and relay valuable tactical data. Unfortunately, Spanner hadn’t spent a lot of time learning how to build or control the little buggers. Besides, she had always seen herself as an integral part of the physics of a moving thing. Not a puppeteer. She had tried a SimSense rig once and found the reaction lag way too high.

She walked behind the group with her gun ready. She had Brick’s launcher snugged up on her back, out of the way. The extra weight wasn’t uncomfortable yet, but it would be the first thing to go if she felt slowed down at all. The big guy was walking point. She noticed the differences between him and JoeBoy. Brick was, well, a brick. He was squat and heavy and brown. He seemed a bit smarter than one, but that still needed to be verified. JoeBoy was lithe in comparison. She grinned a secret grin at the thought of telling him that.

Brick had volunteered to take the lead position, armed only with a mic and a pair of binox. His stealthy movements hadn’t been necessary yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

After 3 days spent trying to sleep so they could move at night, things were getting pretty routine. They had avoided towns altogether and used Calis’ computer to judge their position and movements. 2 more days and they’d be within striking range of their target. They had watched planes flying overhead like clockwork. Every day at the same time a plane would run over the island, headed to the Dominican Republic and then back again 2 hours later. That was all they had seen.

The rations were holding out well, even with the addition to the team. However, the cigarettes were running low. They would certainly be out before they got to the target.

The days passed slowly while they rested, the nights were just as long as they moved in silence. It made Calis want to scream. He was used to the constant barrage of sensory input from the net. Having to keep away from his cell connection was as bad as any other withdrawal symptom. He had gone so far as to give the connect circuit to RC to hold onto. That way he could at least work on his own software without the temptation to source check it against a working model. That would almost certainly send up flags when his location was grepped.

They’d had little to do during the day but listen to the birds and traffic and sleep. They all got to know Brick a little better and he made himself pretty handy around the camp. He had some pretty good ideas on keeping them hidden.

Eventually the evening rolled around when they were outside the villa near the river that promised to be the end of this interminable walking. There was a low stone wall around the property and no amount of searching turned up anything else. No laser fence. No automated underground turrets. There didn’t even seem to be a guard tower or watch patrol on the grounds. They had waited an entire day just an hour from their target to allow the largest amount of darkness for the mission. When they arose that night, they readied their gear for action and Brick was even given his launcher back. Only one round, though. He was volunteered to make his way to the house in the middle of the compound and report back. He knew that he could make it there completely undetected by either side in a couple of hours, but since he figured that they didn’t know he was coming anyway, a silent sprint would work better for their purposes.

He put the launcher on his back and pulled out the combat knife that he had gotten from William. Crouching over, he started to move fairly quickly across the manicured grounds. He had picked an oblique angle to any windows in the building to minimize any chance of detection. Everything went according to plan and he reached the side of the house with no alarms going up.

“Made it. Checking the rear.” Brick’s voice whispered over the comm. He crouched down below the level of the windows and began to move to the other corner to check out the boat house. He had a bit of a tense moment when he realized that he’d still have to get across the portico by the open French doors, but he made no noise and reached his final vantage point.

He waited a full minute to check his location and range the targets in his field of vision. It was only half the distance he had run to get to the boat-house. Another two minutes of checking with the binox and he couldn’t see anything moving. Not even a mouse. Wait a minute … a mouse? He keyed his mic and contacted the team. “Does anyone hear anything?”

William looked at the other members of the group who confirmed his opinions. He voiced a quick, “No.”

“Me either,” said Brick. “I don’t hear anything. Not even crickets. That’s weird. Anyway, the path is clear. Move.”

The group moved as one across the verdant expanse. They moved straight to the corner Brick had, and stopped. Then, they moved one at a time to the spot where he knelt. When they were all present again, he said, “I’m going to want a gun after we get on that boat. This is insane.” Then he left the relative safety of the flower trellis and did a full sprint to the boat house, coming up against the side with no door. The door had a light over it, so the less time spent there, the better. He released the launcher back into his hands to cover the team as they made their way to him. William stumbled once and almost dropped his over-sized briefcase, but he righted himself before falling and made it the rest of the way at a gallop. He ran right into JoeBoy who caught him before he could crash into the building. Waiting once more to make sure that there was no movement, they hit on a plan. JoeBoy would walk up the side of the building and across the peak, then disconnect the light over the door. That would hide them from anyone without thermoptics.

It took him a couple of tries to get up on the side of the steel building, but then he moved with little trouble around and above the line of light to get at the bulb. It was a simple affair with a hood to direct the light down around the door and not to disturb anyone at the villa. He pulled the bulb out and then darkness. Dropping to the ground, the rest of the group gathered around him. “Ta daaaaaaa. Let’s go.”

He was caught completely by surprise when he opened the door and an arm came out of the opening to claw at his chest.

DEAD BY DAWN pt.1

JoeBoy would have clutched at his chest if he could, but his arms weren’t moving very well. His legs gave out from under him and he collapsed in a heap, still conscious. The rest of the group may have relaxed slightly, but they were all still on a knife’s edge of tension. This attack sent them all scattering away from the door.

Brick turned and realized that he couldn’t see his attackers with the thermographics in his cybereyes. That was a little strange. He was sure that he’d be able to … then he switched to low-light and saw them coming. He knew that he was the only one in the group who could see in the near dark, so he whispered a warning to the others.

“I don’t want to alarm anyone, but if you could please move briskly away from the boat house I’ll call you back in a minute. RC, I could really use a knife or two.”

RC could see Brick and threw him a couple of his Cougars, then hurried back to the relative safety of the porch with the others. He took a look back and saw JoeBoy, still, on the ground. Brick was fighting some dark shapes and he could see that they were man-shaped when they came between him and the heat given off by the Ork. It was only a matter of minutes before there was a click on the comm and Brick said, “It seems clear. Come back.”

Spanner ran to check on her friend, laying on the ground while Brick kept watch on the open door, the house and the road. Carbon Steel got close to one of the things and kicked it with the toe of his boot so it was laying face up. He switched his light to UV and shone it on the corpse so he could see it better. “Oh, you’re fucking kidding me! Zombies? Really?” The animation had collapsed and the twice-dead corpse with it thanks to Brick cutting the head off. The mouth had been sewn shut and it was wearing ragged peasant clothing. It was a horror of a different type than they had imagined.

RealityColliding was struck dumb. This was insane. He had heard of many supernatural creatures in his time, but never of magically reanimated corpses. His world just got a little scarier.

The boat house seemed clear. Brick had gone in and looked around. The boat was inside and he told the others to bring JoeBoy inside so they could turn a light on.

The rest of them managed to carry the Ork inside and put him on the ground. Spanner rummaged around in his pack until she found the AutoDoc and attached the manual lead to his chest. “RC, take care of him. I have to check the boat.” It would take longer to work without a datajack, which could be a problem.

She put the panel on JoeBoy’s broad chest, straightened and walked to the boat. It was beautiful. The lines were clean and spare, painted a nondescript blue. This could never be taken for a simple pleasure boat though. It was a powerhouse and most likely very dangerous. It was Brick in a silk suit.

“Yo, Carbon Steel. I’m going to need your help with the electrics.” When he got to the back of the boat and played his light over the engines he saw what she meant. There were 3 huge engines on this beast and 2 of them were out of service. They might be able to manoeuvre a bit with one engine, but they’d never be able to move the thing at any kind of speed.

“Okay, fine. I’ll separate this one from the controls and get to work on the others. It might work out well this way anyway. We don’t want to make a lot of noise going up the channel. That time would be wasted, so I can do my work while we’re under way. I think I’ve got everything I need with me. Check the rest of the boat while I double check.”

Brick was standing behind her on the deck, he was at rest, but coiled for action. She reached into her holster and threw him her gun. “I’m going to be too busy to need that anyway, so please check the rest of her out. I don’t want any more surprises.”

The AutoDoc was running a diagnostic, but was having trouble locking down the problem. RC set it to ping him when it was done. JoeBoy seemed stable and conscious, just unable to move. He went around the building and looked at everything he could find. He figured he might be able to find something he could use in the cupboards and lockers. There were a lot of tools and a fairly modern metal shop, some heavy weapons that might have been mounted on a boat before. If someone was planning to put them on the sleek monster in the berth, they’d ruin it completely. That would be a shame. He hadn’t found anything more interesting when he was alerted that the diagnosis was complete.

Returning to his friend, he saw that a particular stim patch was suggested, but that he would be administering it at his own risk and the risk of the patient blah blah blah. Standard medical disclaimer. He found the right patch and applied it to JoeBoy’s neck. By the time he was done unplugging the lead and coiling it back into the case, JoeBoy was coming around.

RC looked at him and waggled his eyebrows. “Zombies! Fun stuff! Come on. There’s work to do. Help me search the containers on the other side of the building. We’ve been in here for almost 10 minutes now. We can’t waste time.” He keyed his mic and asked, “Is there anything we need from here before we go? Those deck mounted weapons, maybe?”

He got Spanner’s hyper-voice in reply which meant that she had used the chip and connected to the brain of the ship. “Yeah. Fuel. There should be some barrels near the rear. I noticed them before. I’ll open the tank hatch and you can start pumping. RUNNING SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC.” Then the sound cut out. The running lights came on followed by the cabin illumination and lastly, the engine.

Cursing and yelling started coming from the engine compartment. “WHOA! GIVE A GUY SOME WARNING WOULDJA?” Carbon Steel noticed JoeBoy was up and around, so he flipped him the bird and went back to work.

Brick called over the comm that he had found only one thing of interest, but it would probably not come into play. His voice was muffled slightly by the sound of him taking a well-needed shower.

It took them 20 more precious minutes to finish their preparations and get ready to leave. There was nothing of interest in the boat house, so RC had triggered the water door to open. It slowly ground up to the roof and they could leave.

The lights were all shut off and Spanner eased the craft out into the water. The moon wasn’t quite full, but it still reflected too much light for her liking. She was running the single engine at 1/8 power which was enough to move the ship slowly and not make too much noise. She could keep up-to-date with Carbon Steel’s progress by monitoring the engine systems as they slowly came back online. She just kept a level 1 diagnostic running in a loop and it updated a master list in her head, compared to the running engine. She knew that it was inefficient running with just the one engine, but their map showed quite a bit of overlap before the first refuelling was needed. It was unfortunate that there wasn’t enough left to justify bringing the last half-full barrel onboard with them.

They were running the bends through the little town at the mouth of this river when she saw the last green lights come on for the other engines. She decided to wait until they were 5 minutes out before bringing them on and kicking this seahorse into a gallop.

Everyone was on deck by the time they left the land behind. Spanner came on comm and said, “I’ve got a pretty good sensor suite in this beauty, but it’d be brilliant if you all kept a look out anyway. We’ve got pirates and sea monsters to beware of and we’re racing the sun. Hang on.” With that said, she brought all engines to full power and the ship took off like a shot. Being a fan of all things fast, she had been to her share of hydroplane and deep-sea cigar boat races. This was something different. The shape of the hull kept her steady and cut through the waves with little effort. Still, she left nothing to chance and tried to keep her level of concentration at full. The feeling of coursing through the open water like this was elegance personified. There was nothing but her and the wide open sea.

Her reverie was broken by a ping off starboard. It was well within the sensor range, so it wasn’t a ship. Steel was watching that side but didn’t report anything. She asked, “Hey Steel! You see anything? I’m getting a ping … oh, wait. It’s gone. Keep watch to starboard and let me know if you see it.”

“Roger that.”

Whatever it was probably wasn’t fast enough to keep up with them.

Dawn was a ways off and there was a lot of water to cover. She only hoped that there were no surprises at the fuel depots, the first of which was finally coming into her field. The engines throttled back to half, then quarter, then eighth power and she brought it up alongside of a buoy moored off a small island at the ass end of the Bahamas. There were fuel barrels there, set to lie just beneath the surface of the water. JoeBoy jumped into the water and pulled the inflation device attached to each, bringing them above the waterline. The vacuum system onboard sucked the fuel from them in short order.

While that process was under way, Spanner went to take a look at the engines. She hadn’t really gone below before, just run her looky-loos on them from the cabin above. Steel was down there too, checking the oil again and looking for any kind of trouble. The gleaming heart of this ship was a masterwork of bright metal and wood accents. The engine room was a thing of beauty that put even her new Rolls Royce Phaeton to shame. The cabin was still cool and nothing was giving them trouble lights. Still, there was a long way to go, so she put that thought out of her mind and went up to see if there was anything else that needed her attention.

Passing the galley, she ran into Brick. He scowled at her and said, “No grub at all. The freezers are turned off. Not even a biscuit. I can’t wait to get my hands on even a greasy ChimChim soyburger.” Then he turned and went back up the stairs. She followed him and saw that they were about ready to get under way again.

RC was talking the strategy over with JoeBoy who was just coming out of the water. He knew that they could make the entire journey on one tank of fuel, but that they’d be limited to about 9 knots. It seemed like his kind of detail. He’d much rather take it slow all the way there, see what they were up against and come up with a way to defeat each obstacle. However, their chosen method was to go balls out as fast as they could, Haiti to Florida. They could make almost 400 nautical miles at 60 knots. It burned up a lot more fuel, necessitating 3 stops along the way, but it wouldn’t take them into next week to get where they were going. Slow and steady doesn’t always win the race, stupid turtle.

She jacked back in and got a bit of a scare by what she saw.

DEAD BY DAWN pt.2

“PIRATES!” Brick had screamed over the comm.


It was a fairly cold morning in Seattle. Dawn had come and gone many times since the pirates had attacked that night in the Caribbean. Spanner looked out over the bay from the helo platform on the roof of her hideaway. The E, as they had come to name it, was a good old building on a stable platform, surrounded by water. It was vulnerable and open, but a good, relatively unknown spot. She sipped her tea and enjoyed the sight of the sun coming up. It was the first time she’d seen it in months. The air traffic was light and she could see the city coming to life a little further up the coast. Just like her.

She had not made it back in one piece. She figured that out when she saw the SynthBond on her legs.

Waking up in the healing fluids of a HealCase, she was more than a little concerned, but couldn’t move. She’d never experienced a tank before. There was room inside for the body and the equipment necessary to do the work. All it took was time. She had been brought to consciousness and fed information about her situation only once during the whole process, so she still had a lot of catching up to do on the last few months. JoeBoy and RC were there when she came around. That was comforting even if the information on the screen wasn’t. She had still been partially under, but was able to suss out her situation and calm her mind. This was an important step in the healing process. If the mind was reeling from the effects of the damage to the body, it would take longer to heal.

The next time she came around she was in the MedBay in The E, restrained on a service bed. Again, JoeBoy and RC were there attending to her. The machines were pinging away with their regular, cheery noise and they sat next to her to comfort her as she awoke.

Everything was fine, she was assured. She was weak and could only barely move, so she had smiled and thanked them.

She put her entire concentration into recuperating and told herself that she’d remember it all later. They said that recent memory loss was another part of the healing process, but these memories would return on their own. Again, stress on the mind could be as dangerous as a bullet in the chest.

She was on the running machine when it all came back to her like an ice cream headache. Stumbling a bit, Spanner told the machine to slow to a walk and got her breath back before opening her eyes. Everything looked the same, but she had clarity. Her hands went to those spots she had examined days before, but with a new intensity. She now knew why the damage was there.

She walked by Brick, who was busy working with the weapons from the cache above the Rolls hangar. When she got to the kitchen, she made a small pot of tea and put it in an insulated container. Grabbing her big hooded jacket she took the elevator to the roof to think things through.

They had gotten away from the pirates at the first depot. Apparently, they had been expecting something else coming from upland, not from the Dominican side. By cutting around the sea-side of the island, they evaded their search. Getting to the second depot was trickier though because they had to do more navigating. As a small, dark, nearly radar-invisible speck on the water, they were difficult to track. The waters in that part of the islands were pretty calm and that made travel easier.

When she came part-way out of the 'face and was more aware of her surroundings she found she was sweating all over. JoeBoy and RC were busy with the fuel as before and Brick was scanning the coastline as fervently as Steel was the water. The Elf was pissed that he still wasn’t allowed to touch his deck for even the simplest of satellite images. He was making that very clear, but even he understood how much more likely it would be for someone to track them using his signal.

They were back underway with no further hiccups and screaming on toward the last fuel pickup. Just as they were pulling out alongside The Grand Island, a stealth chopper hit them. Before they could even hear it, rounds were chewing up the deck. The second pass was pretty close to disastrous as a few rounds hit the port engine. It wasn’t a problem because nothing crucial was hit, just some electronics that she could bypass with the controls from the other engines, but she got an idea and relayed it to the team. RC and Steel went below and poured a little oil on the exhaust manifold which made clouds of smoke. They opened the hydraulic engine bay doors so it could get out. Spanner cut her speed by half and went on a bit of a slow circle to port, mimicking engine failure. Then she cut engine power altogether and they were adrift. They would be easy enough to spot for anyone looking by their trail of smoke, but she knew that pirates wouldn’t want to just kill them. They’d want the boat and any cargo onboard. As the chopper circled around them, Brick was busy in the front hold.

Coming back around from the rear they hadn’t noticed the front deck of the ship rising up on hydraulic struts. This was an original design feature to store, load and unload inflatable boats. Now, however, the space had been converted to include a missile launcher! Brick launched the missile from the starboard side as the chopper was coming around the port. After release, Spanner took control of it and brought it up and around in a tight arc where it hit the chopper dead on from above, destroying the auto-gyro pylon and sending it plunging into the waters below.

The oil burned itself away in short order, the doors were closed up again and they were back on the path to the last of their fuel. As they were topping up the last of it, Spanner could see 3 ships coming in from the southeast. They had to be pirate ships and were likely as not going to just blow them out of the water.

After a brief confab, they decided that there was no harm in connecting to the net now. They could only enhance their chances of success with some aerial reconnaissance. RC threw his pack down and assembled his deck in record time. Throwing back the cover plate he jacked in and went straight to the environmental database. It was very strange because he couldn’t find anything more recent than the day they left from Seattle. Just from Florida, south for about 400 miles. This kind of blackout only happened when high level military manoeuvres were taking place. He jacked right back out without even checking his Dmail.

The information was worrying and raised even more questions. What the hell was going on and what were they involved in? Well, it would soon be over if they were fast enough.

Everyone tied themselves down to the deck and took as much ammo with them as they could handle. Brick was holed up in the re-sealed front missile cabin as their hidden ace. Who knew what they were headed into?

They were about 10 minutes from the marina when another ship was spotted heading straight for them. Spanner turned the ship a bit hoping to try to get around them if they weren’t as nimble in the water, but when she saw the torpedo heading her way, she had to cut back hard the other way in order to get it to pass by. That meant that their enemy could get even closer. A firefight broke out between the two ships and it seemed pretty even when a grenade came through a hole in the cabin. She had enough time to do two things: roll off her driving couch and raise the front deck again.

That’s all she remembered.

Nobody had tried to fill in any gaps for her. Nobody had even mentioned the run.

The elevator door opened a bit and Mommageddon came out and walked over to her. They sat side-by-side on the edge of the helopad watching the planes fly in and out of the city. After a while Spanner said, “I remember now. I remember the run. I remember the pain. I don’t remember how it ended though.”

The petite, dark-skinned elf didn’t look at her, just kept turned toward the airport and spoke without any emotion. “Well, raising the deck was the deciding factor. That missile launcher had 3 more rounds in it and they ripped through that ship like it was made of matches. When they made it to the cabin, you were in pretty bad shape. Really bad shape, truthfully. It was a miracle that you didn’t die right there. The grenade had landed in a forward part of the driver’s cabin which directed the force of its blast toward you, but you were protected mostly by the control column. Only your … legs … were badly hurt. The interface was destroyed, but there was an emergency control in the stern. The others brought the boat in without further problems. They bandaged you as well as they could until they hit the marina. You were hustled off to the airport in a medivac hopper. Those are the broad strokes which pretty much brings us around to today. The boys have been hovering, waiting until they could show their concern properly. It’s been hell for them. They really care about you. Anyway, welcome back. I’ve been waiting for 2 months to say that.”

Then she pushed off the platform and walked back to the elevator. “Cornmeal waffles this morning!” she yelled before going down one level.

Spanner rubbed her palms on her denims, trying to find the seams where her legs had been regrown. She thought she might be able to tell, but no. Turning around, she looked out over the array of mobile homes and rude shacks that made up the majority of the Meta camp by the tracks. Their life was hard, but they were hardy and took it in stride to do what they could to stay alive. She’d try to do the same thing.

She turned her electronics on for the first time since waking up. December 24th. Just another day in paradise. Well, maybe she’d go down and see if anyone wanted to celebrate being alive.

COMING BACK

The run had taken 5 days in the bush and another at sea. They were beaten and bloodied, but they were alive and successful. Some more than others.

Steel had taken it the best. He had been cut off from his main talents for the better part of the week, but when they got back to civilization he just melted back into the net as if nothing had happened.

JoeBoy and RC stayed with Spanner the entire time that she was at the clinic, being looked after by Doctor Sigmund. She needed a great deal of work, including re-threading the cyberwires into her new legs.

So it was that Brick, the newest member of the group, was the one to meet with Underhill when he arrived the day after their return.

He was under house arrest until Steel could verify his personal details and check out his reputation on the street. The elevator was locked and he didn’t have a card or code to open the security doors. Sure, he could have found some weapons and broken out if he absolutely wanted to, but this was a good place to be. It was a pretty decent lair and he could see that these guys were completely strapped up. They had a chopper. They had a roller. They had weapons and armour. There was a magic stockpile that would see them past Ragnarok. No, this was a good group to latch onto. He had gotten lucky. Still, they needed some workout equipment …

Ferta stuck her head into his room to get his attention. When he looked up, she tossed him a gun and motioned with her head. Never one to leave a good fight before it’s over, Brick tucked the revolver into his waistband and followed her to the elevator. After the slow descent, he could see the slowly pulsing glow around the security door at the rear of the building. It had been cleverly built into a SecurCube just like the hundred that lined this building. He guessed that the glow was to let them know that the door was cycling. The blue switched to a steady green and the door slowly opened on hidden extension hinges from inside. A smartly dressed man stepped out with a red leather briefcase in one hand. He remembered seeing cases like that before. A fixer he once knew had a shotgun built into it, just in ‘case’ of trouble. Very nice.

Well, he assumed his traditional role as muscle and moved to the side to give Ferta a clear view of him. She’d let this newcomer in, but wasn’t completely sure of him which is why Brick was there, he knew.

“Underhill. You don’t waste any time. You ever hear of a cooling off period?”

“Sorry. I just got back into town this morning and have to leave again this afternoon. All this time in the Tir is making my sense of time a bit wonky. You haven’t really done much else with the place yet, I see.”

Brick noticed that all of the power doors were closed and the building looked like it was completely empty aside from them. Ah. Underhill didn’t know about all the hidden swag. Okay. Good to know. Ferta had waited for him to come to her and then turned to re-enter the elevator. She handed the man a cup of sycaf and when Brick got on she cycled the door shut and mentally sent them to the gantry level. Nobody said a word until they were sitting at the conference table in the War Room. Underhill sat in the middle, with Ferta and Brick on the ends. This would make it difficult for him to watch them both if trouble arose.

“So … who’s the new guy?”

“Mr. Underhill, this is Brick. We’ve added to our team as necessary.”

“Fine with me. The fee remains the same.” Ferta rolled the keys to the boat across the table to him. “Okay. That’s what I was going to ask next. Bringing the keys with you was smart. I mean, it wouldn’t be impossible for someone to steal it from the marina, but there is a much more effective security presence than there was in Haiti.”

He put the keys into a small resin case and sealed it, then tucked it in his case with his papers. “Now, the bonus. Your employer was extremely satisfied with the end result of this little foray. If you’ll pass along the credstik, we can process your payment. Before that, though, there are a couple of other items that I’m meant to pass along. First of all, the medical situation of your driver is being handled. Her doctor checks out and a tank has been requisitioned for your pickup. You should be able to hook it up to your power grid here and I believe that you have at least one member who is capable of monitoring her condition during the recuperation process. The tank is yours to keep, and its cost is taken from the bonus. These are difficult to procure, which is why your employer has done it for you. I’m sure that you ALL might have need of it at some point.”

He handed the CredX over to Ferta and she didn’t manage to hide her surprise one bit.

5,000,000 Transfer
 500,000 Tip
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4,500,000 Balance

Approve? Y/N

“This is a bonus?” she said incredulously.

Brick was curious as to which way she might mean that, but he kept his hands on the table and waited to find out.

She missed the code the first time but eventually the transfer was approved.

The numbers ran through her head …

10% for me, that’s a half-a-buck! Geez! Okay, I guess I don’t need to worry about where the coffee’s coming from now.
Another 4 bucks gone 5 ways gives them … no wait. Calis was adamant that Brick get nothing from this run and there didn’t seem to be a lot of dissent. Brick got his rescue and thought that was a good deal. Okay, so that makes it an even buck for everyone. Next time, 16% instead of 20%. Maybe I should take less. No, I still have to pay for the upkeep and taxes on this place out of my cut. I’m going to keep taking my tithe and they can deal with the rest as they see fit.

“Well, I have to keep an appointment on the other side of town, so I’ll just move it along. I may stop in again in a couple of weeks to see if William is in. I need to talk to him. Thanks for the caf. Good to meet you Brick.”

Ferta didn’t get up for a minute. She used the cameras to monitor Underhill’s progress, opening and operating the elevator and security doors remotely.

The thoughts in Brick’s head were almost ready to form words … when Ferta tipped her chair backwards and tumbled out of it. She rolled backwards and stood up with her legs spread wide and her arms in the air. “WOOOOOHOOOOOO!” she screamed, eyes screwed shut with excitement. “Sorry, man. None for you, but the rest of us are fapping RICH! We’re eating steak tonight! I’ll just get Savannah to drive … oh. Right. Shit.” As quickly as she had risen, she deflated again. The thought of her friend in the hospital was killing her.

“Screw it. Come on. We’re going out. I don’t care if you’re cleared or not. My house, my rules.”

Brick wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but he was as loyal as they came. He’d come back to find out what they decided they wanted to do with him. They seemed like a good crew and he was pretty sure they saw his respectable talents by now. What better way to keep on their good side than by, what, carrying groceries for the house mother? Yeah. If that’s what it took.

It was early November and was getting chilly, so they put on boots and coats for their trip into town. She left a Dmail for Calis. He’d find it when he came up from his dive.

“You know, I don’t live too far from here,” Brick said. “If we got a cab there I could pick up my van and drive us around.”

They were walking along the rail spur back down the dock to the main road. She turned to him and said, “Sure. I saw you leave the gun in the War Room when Underhill left, so I trust you a little bit. Oh, I’m sure you could probably kill me with your bare hands. You’re scary! Still, you’re gentle and professional. I like that.” She motioned to the broken street. “It’s a hike from here to a spot where we can get a cab. Let’s go. Oh! I suppose I can get my own car now!” Her face took on a serious cast as she said, “I’ll wait to get Savannah’s advice though.”

The cab ride to Brick’s flop in East Renton was uneventful. He picked up some clothes, but left most of his stuff there. He wasn’t sure if he’d be staying at the warehouse. Ferta glanced around the tiny room from the doorway. When he motioned that he was ready, she backed out to let him lock up. He took his spare keys and turned the Bulldog on from up the block. No point in taking chances.

They toured around the city, stopping in little grocery stores to pick up this and that. The only trouble they had was at the butcher where they had to put up with some queer stares while they drooled and shopped. Brick wasn’t sure that he had ever had real meat in his life, and didn’t know if he’d like it. Still, the smell was intoxicating and they paid a small fortune before they left. Ferta sure knew the back side of Seattle. She found stores that had exactly what she was looking for in the backs of houses and one time in what looked like an abandoned church. They had the best cheese that Brick had ever tasted. One last stop at the fish market and they were done.

It had only taken 20 minutes for Robert Orlaz, former corporate muscle, to spot the tail. A large black truck was following them. He wasn’t sure at first, but his memory was pretty good and when he spotted it again later in the day, he knew.

He considered trying to lose them, but wasn’t sure who they were or why they were following him. Jagging them now would only tip his hand that he was aware of them. Besides, he had those 4 bottles of red from Tir na nOg that wouldn’t take kindly to what he had in mind.

Luckily, their last stop was a high security loading area where they picked up the HealCase and supplies. There were 4 entrances and that gave him a 75% chance to lose them. He pretended to get lost on the freeway twice on the way back and didn’t spot anything suspicious, front or back.

Ferta was smiling when she looked at him. “I hope you can scan for electronics with that building of yours because I can’t promise that this van isn’t bugged.” Her smile faded and she got a faraway look in her eyes as she started working on an entrance plan.

There was nothing to worry about in the end, but it was wise to take precautions.

Calis had come out of his dive and was sitting in the kitchen. He had made his way through most of a bottle of gin that he’d had stashed in his room. He watched the outside door roll up and the hinged mechanisms open the tunnel through the ground level cubes to let a van come in and drive right onto the elevator.

When it got to the gantry level, Ferta and Brick were out of the van and ready to unload the food into the kitchen area. She looked at him and said, “The van’s clean. No worries. Well, clean may be a bit generous. What is that mess on the seat?”

Calis waved his nearly empty bottle at them and said, “Hola. Hello there my great friends. The lovely Elf and the not so lovely Ork. OO! Foods! Nice. Good. Good. Hey! You know what? I’ve been on the net. Yes, I have. I have. What did I find there? Great question. I found a lot of things that need answers. You don’t know me because you don’t go where I go. Where I go, nobody knew me either, last week. Today I’ve got so much mail that I needed a minute just to sort it! Yes! A whooooooole minute! That’s, like, forever! Why is that? Why do people shy away from the awesome power and mighty might of my burning avatar? Hmmmm? Don’t know? No. Neither do I. I need a little sleepy time and I’ll be ready to go in there again to find out. First though, I really wanned to get drunk. REAL drunk. Hey there Momma. Momma. That’s fun. Maw Maw. Can I be the Daddy, Momma? Come on. Have a drink.”

Ferta looked at him and just shook her head, a stupid smirk on her face. Brick looked at him and winced. “Ouch. That’s gonna hurt” he said.

“Wha?” asked Calis.

“The hangover tomorrow and the mouse on your eye if you keep talking like that.” Brick was quietly menacing and more than a little intimidating.

“Okay. Sure. I’ll go finish this in my room. Bye now.” He stumbled back to his room and only barely managed to get to the bed before collapsing, the bottle remarkably standing upright on the floor, close at hand.

She got the food put away and sent the van back down to the main level where Brick managed to wrestle out the HealCase and unbox it. He set it in a corner and laid out all of the connections, equipment and fluid mixtures for when the others came back.

It was late before Imaget and William arrived on the bike. They weren’t fooled into thinking that there was anything at all that they could do at the clinic except to stand around and fret, so they went back to The E. Imaget walked the bike in through the regular security doors instead of opening the tunnel. It was late and people were probably asleep. When they saw the van inside and Brick sitting cross-legged on top of it, they became a bit more alert. He put his hands out to the side and motioned to the corner where they saw the tank. They were both excited, but knew that it would have to wait until morning when they were more awake. Setting that thing up would take most of a day.


They all woke at the same time. Maybe it was that loud clanging sound. Running and stumbling out of their rooms, the boys all hurried toward the elevator, trying to wake up and looking out the full-length windows to see if something was going on downstairs. The smell from the kitchen though stopped them all in their tracks. Calis had on a pair of shorts, socks and his dark sunglasses. William was similarly attired, but without the sunglasses and with a couple of knives. Robert was mostly dressed with pants and a shirt on, with a boot in his teeth and another one half on. Imaget had on a flimsy housecoat. It was completely comical the way they all turned to the heavily laden table with greedy twitches in their faces.

Ferta was standing there with a metal bar and a triangle that she had struck with it. “Sit. Eat. Then we’ll talk.”

They ate with great gusto. Fresh, real eggs. Sausages. Bread with butter. The porridge was supposed to have been made with real foodstuffs, but everyone was too entranced by the other real foods to try something that looked so much like krill paste. The pile of orange halves on the counter proved that the juice was the real thing. Coffee. Oh, god. Coffee! 30 minutes later they all took a steaming cup of it into the War Room for the house mother’s briefing. Nobody sat at the table. She shooed them all to the comfortable chairs and couches in the room.

Ferta slowly walked around the room, finally leaning against the short wall between the two windows at the far end. She smiled at them and said, “Gentlemen and our missing lady, let me begin by saying that we can eat like that every day if you keep getting jobs like that last one. If I understand the terms you worked out with Brick, he gets shafted on the payout on this job, right?” A chorus of nods, including Brick’s. “Alright. After Underwood’s cut and my own, the 4 of you get a buck apiece. Yeah, you heard right. One million nuYen. Each. That doesn’t include the HealCase downstairs that was given by our employer. Underwood said that he wouldn’t be surprised if we needed it again. After what happened to Savannah, I don’t doubt him. Get down there and get that thing working so we can get our girl home. Calis, finish your checks on Robert here so we can get him a card. He’s on the team. No arguments! We spent some time getting to know each other yesterday and while he isn’t exactly charming, he is probably as honest a man as I’ve met. He stays.”

Either they were too full to complain properly or they were cowed by her arguments.

So over the next couple of days, many changes took place. The power was hooked up to the new MedBay and from there to the HealCase. Once it was confirmed to be working fine, they went to pick up Savannah.

Doctor Sigmund double-checked the monitor that kept track of her vital stats while she would be in the tank before letting her go. At that point it was mostly a mechanical process to put her in the healing nutrient bath and hook her up. 6 very long weeks went by before she was scheduled to get out. There were faster methods of healing, but none were as complete.

BUYING A CHANCE - CarbonSteel

1,000,000. It was a nice round number; almost spherical with all those zeros. Still, not exactly a retirement value.

Steel woke up with a hangover, which was beginning to be typical. He sat up in bed and threw his legs onto the floor, knocking over the bottle of gin he had so carefully set down when he collapsed. He picked it up again and was thankful that he had trained to put the cap back on a bottle between drinks.

“mah,” was all he could get out. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Maybe. Maybe? There. Okay. Maybe I can get a bite to eat and figure out what the hell is going on webside.”

He liked talking to himself. A huge portion of his time was spent immersed, so it made him feel human to actually voice his thoughts instead of having them translated into a binary voice.

His room was surprisingly empty. He had a small chest of drawers filled with clothes and 2 pair of boots near the door, but the rest was blank. He had nothing of personal interest on the walls or surfaces. The crispness and smell of the standard white cotton sheets when he woke was one of the few comforts that he allowed himself here.

Time. 04:14:20

Time sucks. He was better off sticking with “mah”.

Dragging his sorry ass out to the kitchen, he spotted a half-empty box of crullers and decided to have a nice cup of tea to wash it down. Now that he could afford to eat real food, he was starting to enjoy the outside world. Instead of just shovelling fuel into the tank, he could savour what he was consuming. Momma had a delicate touch with their meals and he hated to admit it, but Brick really was a good judge of wine.

He sat at the table drinking his tea and picking apart a couple of crullers, thinking about what he had to do today. The jockeys were riding him pretty hard his last trip in, but when they grepped his name tag they fell back to a respectable distance. He knew this had a lot to do with his rating in the schema. Getting that custom title from the KoT pushed him up a good 400 points. He was riding on almost 5,000 and needed just a little push to get him past Haven and into the next layer of big. That meant he needed to do some work. That meant he needed better softz. THAT meant a trip to see Ice, his fixer.

She’d put him in contact with someone who could get him what he needed. It was funny that a fixer who exclusively mated deckers with code monkeys would also only deal with them in person. She said she liked the personal touch, but Steel knew it was because she’d been burned to the bone by some BuzyBoyz in Korea. Up close and personal was the only way she’d deal now and she did very good work.

The E was beginning to chafe him a bit as well. He liked the setup and the security that it gave, but he hated being tied to these people this way. He had to find a place to flop: an apartment of his own. His paranoia told him to stay away from his usual methods and to find one by eye so that the people most likely to track him couldn’t trace it by the net.

He left the mug in the sink and went back to his room to change and get his things.

The light coming off the HealCase was enhanced in the darkness and he only gave Spanner a cursory glance as he passed by. They had all found it vaguely creepy to see her floating naked in the tank as her legs were regrown, so Momma had rigged up a piece of material over most of it, covering all but her shoulders and head. Steel had spent more than a few lazy minutes in the early morning staring at her, but decided that she was too much of a freak to consider bedding. Even if she was only in the next room. No, he had plenty of other girls he could tumble without messing up the team dynamic. He wanted to be elite and the best information he had about that was to be professional in every single facet of his work.

The van’s juice was pinned and he idled it down the tracks and out toward the sprawl on battery power so as not to wake anyone.

Ice would be at the restaurant soon. She owned a greasy little diner and ran connections out of the back, but it didn’t open until 6.

So, he drove around for a while and picsnapped a couple of notices for small apartments. He had considered returning to the place by the airport but wanted to save that as a last resort. No need to fall prey to habit. He knew he could afford better, but he still felt more secure in a cheap flat in a neighbourhood where there was nothing worth stealing. That was what he knew and he felt comfortable with that level of security. He’d check them all out later and pick one at random to take personal preference out of any equation to make him even harder to track.

By the time the diner was open, he had done 2 tours of the area to get to know the streets and do some 3D mapping so he could know the best way to get anywhere. He punched his order into the booth along with his special order code and Ice eventually came around, bringing him a cup of tea and some toast. She didn’t sit in the booth with him because it was sized for humans and elves. Her Dwarvish frame would sit well below the level of polite conversation. She stood there popping her gum and said, “Whatcha need?”

Steel flashed her a grin and said, “Everything.” Then he pulled out the hand monitor to the Silver Scimitar in his pack and swiped up to his position in the schema.

Ice let out a bit of breath and looked at him with admiration. “Nice. Very nice. I’ll leave you the list and you can get back to me with what you need.” She put a padd down on the table next to his toast and walked on to the next booth where two tweakers were arguing over how much they could afford to waste on food.

He swiped past the physicals and personals and went straight to softz. He started ticking items off that he had only dreamed about before and then he saw something he hadn’t ever taken a detailed look at. It was a suite of utilities that was built to work in concert. Most hackers took a piece of this with a smidgen of that and put them together to make something that would work dependably most of the time in certain situations. This was a polished, almost corporate type of soft. The monkey who built it wanted a fair chunk of change for it, but it was NetHackReg certified to be the only copy. That alone was almost worth the price. Because it was a suite, it would be faster to trip and could be easily customized within the avatar shell. Still, it would take most of his newly gained coin.

He pulled up the gross schematics of each component and decided to meet with this particular monkey. He committed to the meet on the padd and left it for Ice to pick up. He paid for his meal and for the meet later that day and went out to check on flats.


His details were to send a ping at 12:01:12 in the central square of Melanon’s corporate gardens. Again, personal meetings were not unheard of in this kind of situation, but Steel was getting tired of running around. He automated the deal and connected to the encrypted personal network of a corporate slave from somewhere very near. It could have been someone having their lunch, or someone in a car driving around the block. It was impossible to tell, but they wouldn’t be stupid enough to have run this session from inside the building. That’d be corp suicide.

Pleasantries were quickly dealt with and throwaway avatars met in the loading dock receiving program of a local chapter of the Salvation Army. Verities were performed on trade accounts and the transferable was run through NetHackReg for final confirmation. The hashes checked out and SUBMIT actioned by both parties through a millisecond purchase of escrow.

The transaction complete, the monkey blinked out. There was a Cop program starting its rounds in a couple of seconds so there was no rush, but Steel was ready to get out so he could finish up his day. Then he could get back to The E to check his purchase. He unbuckled from the back seat of his van and moved the contents of his deck’s memory to a spike that he then softlocked with a level2 key. That’d be enough to keep it safe when he was using it and from prying eyes at the warehouse. the label read ‘FrogHammer Utilities’.


His luck was holding with his choice of apartment. It was on the second floor above a laundry, so it was pretty well guaranteed to be warm in the winter, and he could handle the heat in the summer. In fact, he liked it hot. It’d take a week or so to get a proper hack into the local comms grid, but there were lots of places he could splice into it and not be noticed. When he got around to it. His most likely spot was already taken by someone sporting green wire, so he elected to go on to another location. His second choice was vacant and he chose a length of red and gold wire to lead to his transmitter. It was bad form to mess with someone else’s rig. It just wasn’t done.

He picked up a used futon mattress to put on some cardboard moving pallets and he was done. If anyone broke in here, all they’d find would be some empty cups, the odd noodle bowl and the mattress. His connect was wireless to his deck, and that was encrypted. The only window looked out onto another building eight feet away. There wasn’t even a fire escape. He could drop down to the ground level without damaging himself, probably. There was parking in the back. It was perfect, with just the right amount of grubbiness to fit in. He’d never want anyone else to know about this place, so it was best if it was kept in a condition to prevent anyone from wanting to be there.