Session 1 - "...With A Bang"
General Summary
January 1st, 2045
Oh Journale, mon Cher…
The year began with quite an eventful Poker game.
Mr "Lattimer spoiled us once more with his rooftop vista, and generous hospitality. It’s true that only the finest parties end with fireworks, and so too this one.
Alerted to the Apartments 's systems warning of a fire, and recalling my youth in the Combat Zone, I collected a couple of cold beverages to break over hot door handles on our way down if needed.
As we descended, we found members of the Fire Service, equipped however ironically, for a firefight.
Mon ami, Artemis obliged them, and caught a round with her elbow for the trouble.
We discovered a series of smokebombs with timers and explosive charges with remote detonators as we beat a hasty path to the ground floor.
Discovering that the had come from, and seemingly trying to escape via a stolen Firetruck, I fired up the compact and Artemis , "Mac" , Vincent "Morgue" Morgan and I we gave chase.
Tracking the Firetruck to the local Micromart 3 blocks over, we pulled up to investigate.
"Morgue" spoke with the security guy and collected some camera footage of the remaining imposter ditching the truck and running.
"Mac" and Artemis checked the truck and determined it was a cold lead, before I disabled the vehicle and we returned to the Apartments.
In our absence, "Johnny" and Mr "Lattimer had taken the time to sweep the building for more devices and collected up the assailant’s bodies and equipment.
While "Mac" worked on Artemis’ arm, the rest of us spoke with the other residents to gather information.
"Away" , one of our resident ‘netlads’ found out that the tattoo Mr "Lattimer found marked the assailants as members of Hilka Securities, a small firm operating out of New Westbrook.
Morgan Creek, our fixxer confirmed that she would look into it, and that a job of this scale would cost somewhere in the region of 6000eb.
A plan began to form, and while we waited for Pizza to arrive I called the local fire house.
Fire Sergeant Lloyd, the shift chief there was happy I could direct him to his stolen truck, and less pleased to hear that his men were probably not still alive…
I was able to offer our services, (as cost, of course), in an effort to find out who stole their truck and the fate of his men. I do so enjoy Mr Lattimer’s parties…
Oh Journale, mon Cher…
The year began with quite an eventful Poker game.
Mr "Lattimer spoiled us once more with his rooftop vista, and generous hospitality. It’s true that only the finest parties end with fireworks, and so too this one.
Alerted to the Apartments 's systems warning of a fire, and recalling my youth in the Combat Zone, I collected a couple of cold beverages to break over hot door handles on our way down if needed.
As we descended, we found members of the Fire Service, equipped however ironically, for a firefight.
Mon ami, Artemis obliged them, and caught a round with her elbow for the trouble.
We discovered a series of smokebombs with timers and explosive charges with remote detonators as we beat a hasty path to the ground floor.
Discovering that the had come from, and seemingly trying to escape via a stolen Firetruck, I fired up the compact and Artemis , "Mac" , Vincent "Morgue" Morgan and I we gave chase.
Tracking the Firetruck to the local Micromart 3 blocks over, we pulled up to investigate.
"Morgue" spoke with the security guy and collected some camera footage of the remaining imposter ditching the truck and running.
"Mac" and Artemis checked the truck and determined it was a cold lead, before I disabled the vehicle and we returned to the Apartments.
In our absence, "Johnny" and Mr "Lattimer had taken the time to sweep the building for more devices and collected up the assailant’s bodies and equipment.
While "Mac" worked on Artemis’ arm, the rest of us spoke with the other residents to gather information.
"Away" , one of our resident ‘netlads’ found out that the tattoo Mr "Lattimer found marked the assailants as members of Hilka Securities, a small firm operating out of New Westbrook.
Morgan Creek, our fixxer confirmed that she would look into it, and that a job of this scale would cost somewhere in the region of 6000eb.
A plan began to form, and while we waited for Pizza to arrive I called the local fire house.
Fire Sergeant Lloyd, the shift chief there was happy I could direct him to his stolen truck, and less pleased to hear that his men were probably not still alive…
I was able to offer our services, (as cost, of course), in an effort to find out who stole their truck and the fate of his men. I do so enjoy Mr Lattimer’s parties…
Report Date
22 Nov 2020
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