Success in the Sewers

After the last mission's debacle, we had to lay low for a little. Dr. Moses gave me some additional cyberline treatments to augment my resilience and stamina, and LFER got a new recruit on the team: Siren. Siren is an aquatic mutant with sonic-powers, so he's been useful in a city of islands and rivers. He's no Timber, Commandant, Nightwing or Backup- but he's still a sight for sore eyes. I was getting tired of being stuck with the pyn in die gat Scarlet Sprite. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before Perry reached out to us with a new mission: to retrieve more of those energy traps. These ones were located somewhere in the NYC sewers, but we were likely to encounter opposition: most likely Level 37, the criminal organization that het ons omgefok on our last mission. Whatever trepidation aside, I was excited to get some vengeance on the Draadtrekker that called himself "Switch Blade" when we last battled at the Prison Ship Martyrs Monument.
 
We made our way into the sewers with detection devices to find the energy traps. The place not surprisingly reeked of an unholy stench. Siren confided in me that he also had a grudge against the IERA and their tyrannical darkenings. It was refreshing to hear. We approached as stealthily as possible, but encountered a bunch of giant mutant crickets. They resembled the giant mutant frogs we battled at the farm. I happily tore apart the buggy little basters with my claws, which was a welcome release. Siren complained about it- talk about a skaapie! Those bugs were trying to eat us- so who knows how many innocent people or pets those chitinous basters have already eaten so far! I was just putting them out of their unnatural misery. Apparently Siren didn't know my reputation- guess the merman doesn't surf the net or watch much media.
 
Anyway, Scarlet Sprite continued forward as I had control of the situation. She showed off her new invisibillity power and disappeared, fooling me that the containment case was just laying around later on. We briefly worked together to find the energy traps. Naturally, as soon as we nabbed them, Switch Blade decided to show up. He was followed by a hideous freak that called itself "Maven", having disguised herself as a crazy homeless lady. I battled with Maven while Switch Blade chased after Sprite. Fortunately, Siren unleashed his powers against the obnoxious intangible/dense villain and delayed him long enough to let Sprite escape.
 
He then had the audacity to interrupt my fight with Maven by putting a barrier of water between us. Such a shame! I had hoped to continue fighting claw versus claw against the hideous teef, pitting my questionite ones against her mutant biological ones. I'm confident I would've won the day, but not if Switch Blade had joined in. Speaking of him, that moerfok decided to crash our escape (as Sprite was too fast for him) and nearly knocked us out. Thankfully, some of those mutant crickets suddenly came back to life and attacked him- which gave Siren and me the distraction we needed to escape. I was able to lose the blue Draadtrekker. Next time, I'll make both of those terrorist bastards bleed for all the trouble they've caused me.
 
On the bright side, Perry was happy that we finally succeeded on a mission despite interference. Sprite did her usual snark about how we should've worked together better, but I'm sure that splitting up the way we did allowed her to escape with the mission objective. She just can't resist being a nat naai, but I can't say that I expected better from someone who claimed she got her powers from magical faeries. Probably was more like overdosing on some dwelmmiddel cocktail like those others at What Ails You (still the stupidest name for a bar ever) and she's too bloody embarassed to admit it. I did appreciate how Siren was able to nearly disable Switchblade, even if the vroulik skaapie complains about how "brutal" I am. I just don't understand what makes people so weak- they think that they're better than their opponents by pulling their punches. To appease some fairy tale figure? To give them some kind of high? For the sake of a bloody piece of paper written by some toff with his degree up his bum? Where I come from, if you don't do that- you get verkrag or dead. And no one gives a damn about you, especially if you didn't stand up for yourself or your own.
 
Well, I'm sure that the kid will change his mind when he sees what Level 37 is capable of, or the IERA for that matter. In the teamtime, it's time to celebrate success in the sewers. I think I'm going clubbing, and the kid and Sprite can come along too. I hope I won't regret the second invitation.