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Summary:
February 18 2015: Aspect and Partisan hit another HYDRA location for Intelligence

Smuggler's Dock

A small dock that deals large in off the books work north of New York.


Characters

NPCs

  • Criminal contractors, smugglers

Mood Music:
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"Part, it's Jeri." Jericho's voice, whenever Partisan gets it. "I've got a line on something north of New York. Something strange in a container yard at one of the little docks along the coast. I think it's going to be a Snake problem. I'll be waiting a bit up the road if you get time to get up there. I'll be moving soon as it's dark. Hope to see you."

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Partisan is, well on time enough thankyou very much. Shotgun and a GM-94 strapped to her bag, and by now a very familar AKSU in her gloved hands as she filters out of the darkness. Oh hey look at her, she has actual thermals for night ops now. Go part, and go technology woo! "Friendly coming up."is all she offers by way of cautious whisper, before boomf there she is like a thief in the night. Girl is sneaky! "What're we looking at here, Jerry?"

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Jericho is waiting in a little blind, tactical gear, and a spotting scope, using his own abilities to watch thermals. He's got a little M-4 and his blade case behinid him. "Container yard. It came up in a search I was doing on shipping. Seems like the place has a number of containers that are all listed as having been offloaded in other ports. And they've got ties to a couple of overseas concerns that I've linked to HYDRA. Last night about twenty new ones arrived, all from places like Indonesia, Thailand and Myanmar. So now I'm wondering what they're hiding here." He passes the scope over. "Also, I don't think those guys with the SKSs are private security. Look more like… Russian Mob."

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Partisan eyeballs the place quietly for a moment, and well superhuman senses only go so far. She does not, unfortunately, have x-ray vision. "Naw, they're rough types for sure no way they're even PSDs with a fucking SKS."Part settles back on her heels, doffing her pack for a moment to dig around inside. "You wanna do this quiet or loud, I'm thinking we do this loud but you're the one who developed the hit so you call it."

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"Loud is good. This place is about fifty miles from everything and I don't want to be sneaking around while I'm cracking open conexes. That's noisy enough by itself." And Jericho doesn't have X-Ray vision either. "Speaking of, this place is also far enough off grid that I'm willing to be there's some smuggling going on here, so I wouldn't be surprised if there was some actual ordinance somewhere in there."

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Partisan produces a pair of WP grenades, and a proper fucking…thing…well theres a big glass tube and a various fluids within in smaller tubes and who knows what the fuck it does. This is the Partisan bitches, who knows what the fucks up! She tosses one WP grenade to Jerry before off she goes. Sprinting across the open distance with narry a pant of effort, clearing the barbed wire fence in a single artful bound. It's a wonderful display, even if she wasnt loaded up with armor and guns. Those skate shoes skid to a halt as she swivels around to face the guards at the gate, before she whips that…glass thing after them. Its filled with pure alcohol, oil tar, and sulfuric acid. So in addition to being essentially a big glass container of acid, which is horrible enough? Yeah once the contents mix it turns into a proper fucking molotov all the same. She brought a fucking Acid molotov!

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Jericho takes off moments after Partisan does, making for the fence about fifty meters from where she's headed in.

There's a boom and then fire. Sulpheric acid douses the first three guards and something, who knows what in the yard, starts to burn. Away to Part's right there's the rapport of an M-4 and then a lot more gunfire. Shouts come from further in… Slovakian, sounds like. And… Macedonian?

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Partisan jerks the pin on that WP grenade before pitching it upwind. She's as quick as ever tonight, and for whatever reason she does certainly seem particularly plugged in. Sweeping through the storage yard to the right in a flanking motion, before she comes around to fight the skirmish line a little sooner than expected. Theres a swift of that AKSU as she opens up a burst one handed into the poor fuck directly infront of her, before folding a knee under and sliding into his legs and bowling him completely over onto his side. That AKSU snapping up to her shoulder before going immediately to work, dropping the two closest assholes with neat little two round bursts. The rest of those collected get a constant burst of like thirty something rounds from whatever remains of her RPK mag, before she's off oncemore. Driving into the heart of the skirmish line with lightning speed, even as she pitches that empty mag foreward like a grenade. Its a random black metal object hurling through the night, what would you think it was?

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There's a lot more gunfire coming Partisan's way and rather surprisingly not all of it is the usual spray and pray common of thugs with guns. Sure a lot of it is exactly that but from further in someone has set up a crew served weapon and snapping off at her with disciplined bursts. Good as her hearing is, Part can hear over on the other end of the complex as metal begins slicing through flesh. Jericho's gotten stuck in, it seems.

"Part!" Her radio lights up. "These guys are regulars. Some of them are. Mix of street thug smugglers and… some kind of intel force. Dunno what we walked into but I can see them breaking out some explosives on the ship tied up at the dock. Get to it if you can, or this place is gonna go hot in a way that might just kill what we're after."

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Crew serve weapon, means a priority target for part. She snaps in a fresh magazine, before dashing between a row of stacked supply containers. She can't quite vault all three, but she leaps after one before bouncing to the other and in this way goes soaring over the top. She snaps her hips and rolls her shoulders, twisting to get herself lined up exactly so as she goes hurtling skyward. Ak swinging down along her centerline, spraying AK fire wildly as she drops down on that machinegun. She hits like a ton of bricks, which is most unfortunate for the poor fuck she lands atop and grinds into the pavement. Then the Ak gets abandoned to hang by it's sling, She scoops up that Fn-MAG(no not quite a 240) and with a grunt opens fire. There is no concern for recoil, or keeping the barrel cool, or not burning through the ammo. No she just unloads whatever's left on the belt after a patch of thugs, before with the belt run through she pops the top feed tray and with a swift kick just rips the whole fucking thing out've the gun. Then it's after the ship, leaving another pair of WP grenades in her wake.

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There's the sound of tearing metal and then a snarl that Part's heard come from Jericho before as a couple people fly through the air to land next to her as she finishes off a pair of men with RPG's on the deck of the ship. Which… "Part!" Jericho's close enough to just shout out to her. Most of the defenders are dead except on the rear deck of the ship and its… "IT'S A Q SHIP!"

So it is. What had looked like an odd nav radar is rapidly spinning around. Dual purpose seventy six milimeter mount. Jericho opens up on it to send most of the crew scattering for cover but it's still coming 'round.

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"Fuck!"is Part's only words of wisdom, before she's off. Sprinting across the tarmac as she exchanges AKSU for GM-94, and then she gets to work. Pumping four of those HEDP grenades at the bridge, but she doesn't so much as break stride, trying desperately to sprint to the ship before it can get those guns into the fight. Theres a leap, it's an amazing display of pure bodark grunt even by her standards, before she clears the space between the dock and the ship with a resounding thud. One gloved hand clamped firmly on the railing, as she begins to hoist herself up.

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Jericho's followed, fields up, quickly replaced by a rather demonic looking werewolf thing. The blade/gun he uses clearly scales in size with him and he's still shooting it. Fortunately even quick as they are a weapon mount like that takes time to turn. Jericho's hauling himself up by the claws, one hand still on the weapon laying down suppresing fire. Partisan might make it… but it'll be close.

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Partisan is, clear if only just really, swapping GM for Shotgun as she skids to a hault beside a sealed hatch. She whips out a one of those shaped charge anti tank grenades, before attaching it to the center and ducking away. Theres a resounding -FWOOOMP- as it fills the hallway beyond with death and immediately after she's at the door. Prying it open with her gloved hands, before with Shotgun in hand she makes good her forced boarding.

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There's only four people alive anywhere near the mount after Partisan breaches and they just… don't have the armament or the position to take on Partisan. By the time Jericho is done dealing with what's left of the Q-Ship's crew, she should ahve them, quite easily. Then all's quiet but for the crackling of flames.

"1-1, 1-2. Headed to the bridge to ransack their computers. Status?"

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"All clear below, I think we're secure 1-2."Comes her immediate response, even as she gives the ship a quick clearing just to be certain. After a moment, it comes sure enough. "1-2, 1-1 has verified all clear. The ship is ours."

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There's a long pause on the other end. A long, long pause. "Part… I need you to get up here. You're going to want to see this." Jericho can't quite believe what he's looking at but there it is plain as day. And if this was on the ship's comptuer… what's in the containers?

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Partisan isn't long in coming, reloading as she goes ever so casually. "Whats up Jerry, whats got you all wound up?"Lifting her mask quite casually, and pausing to get a cigarette lit before investigating good and proper.

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Jericho's still running a decryption on a lot of what's in the computer. But in front of him is a very high quality scan of a scroll that appears to have been written in Middle German some six or seven hundred years ago. And while the hacker doesn't read Middle German and hasn't finished finding a translator, one word stands out repeatedly along the text. A text that is, he can tell thanks to repeated exposure, a grimoire. 'Bodark.'

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Partisan is quiet for a long moment, and then another few. "Well. Thats certainly a thing, now isn't it?"An uncomfortable thing, as she leans in to give the thing a very careful study. "I say we destroy this thing, Jerry. We really, really don't need this sort've shit getting out. We can presume they know what I am then, I mean this -could- be a coincidence but you think the odds on that are anything but astronomical?"

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Jericho nods quietly and focuses for a moment, deleting the information both off the ship's computer and his own buffers and then writing in gibberish over where it used to be. "Done. But if they have scans that means they have a document, even if they haven' figured out how to use it." The hacker looks over at his friend. "Do you know if there's anything in those rituals that can be used against you?"

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Partisan frowns, before stepping back towards the door. "No, keep it for now just in case. Just, don't fucking read it alright? Old magic is, without OSHA warning labels right? If you cant secure it, fucking burn that shit down."

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"Alright." Undeletes are possible… if… hard. The hacker sets up a connection and turns to accompany Partisan. "I've been learning demonic." He chuckles. "It comes with a certain amount of restraint. I won't read it. Promise." He's concerned though. This magic is supposed to be lost and for a very good reason. It's dangerous. Where the hell did HYDRA find it?!


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