Pullman Drive (in New Carthage) The buckled concrete of Pullman Drive echoes with sporadic gunfire. Makeshift shops and clubs line the street, their signs edged in stolen radium paint and glowsticks. Gutted hovercar frames are strewn about, and sooty bonfires burn in side alleys. Distant muzzle-flashes twinkle in the morning twilight. You can cross north and the street runs east and west. A dimly lit parking garage lies south. It is now winter. A fume-laden wind is blowing the rain in sheets. Rebecca (NCSP) is standing here with a slight smile. Nancy is arrogently surveying the area. Boreon is here. Vladislav is here, several bloody bullet-holes marring his clothing. Rebecca . o O (Hey! The Russians! Cool!) You grin at Vladislav. You light a dancer. You inhale deeply as the smoke from the dancer fills your lungs. You inhale deeply as the smoke from the dancer fills your lungs. You inhale deeply as the smoke from the dancer fills your lungs. You inhale deeply as the smoke from the dancer fills your lungs. You inhale deeply as the smoke from the dancer fills your lungs. The dancer extinguishes itself and you toss the glass tube to the ground. Rebecca . o O (Hope they don’t plan on killing me. .) [-] Write: ‘Get her.’ sent to user Boreon in Russian. [-] *Vladislav* [Russian]: Hold her…then we kill. Boreon . o O (Ok, one cop and Mihelina smoking up. I guess it’s all good.) You manage to pin Rebecca in a powerful hold! Nancy’s severed arteries spill out pools of blood. In Street-Talk, Nancy asks, “Could go for some fuckin’ action. Anyone feeling lucky?” Vladislav swings the barrel of his Remington Roomsweeper to point in Rebecca’s general direction and pulls the trigger. Vladislav taps his neck. Rebecca exclaims, “HEY!” You tap your neck hitting the sub-dermal switch and flood your body with a burst of adrenaline. Things seem to move a little faster. Your motions become easier, more fluid, like you are made of mercury. And you feel much faster compared to everything else.. like you are moving on a faster clock than them. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Vladislav [to Rebecca]: Oink, oink. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca is flung back as her head explodes from the impact of Vladislav’s Remington Roomsweeper shot. Rebecca says, “No, nonono.” Boreon levels his G-11 rifle at Rebecca. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Boreon presses his cheek against the stock of his G-11 rifle, sights in on Rebecca, and thumbs off the safety. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Boreon says, “I am not understanding, but ok.” Rebecca asks, “Ok, gimmie a second to live, what do you want?” Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca is thrown onto her back by the impact of Boreon’s G-11 rifle blast. Boreon [to Mihelina]: What do we want? You whistle Taps, high as shit on the dancer. Vladislav looks to you for orders. The round from Boreon’s G-11 rifle creases the skin on rebecca’s chest. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. A huge demonic clown laughs at you, pointing at your shoes. You think . o O (Hallucination…..must be the drugs….) Boreon slings his G-11 rifle across his back. Boreon parts his trenchcoat, reaches inside, and produces a FedArms 12mm XP which seems to have been tucked into the front of his pants. Rebecca’s throat armor absorbs the brunt of Boreon’s attack. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca screams in agony as Boreon’s FedArms 12mmXP shot blasts her abdomen! She is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes. Rebecca screams in agony as Boreon’s FedArms 12mmXP shot blasts her abdomen! You exclaim, “KEEL KEEL KEEL KEEL!” [-] *Boreon* [Russian]: head shots. Rebecca ducks for cover as Boreon fires a shot from his FedArms 12mmXP. Vladislav swings the barrel of his Remington Roomsweeper to point in Rebecca’s general direction and pulls the trigger. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca flattens her body against some cover and narrowly avoids Boreon’s FedArms 12mmXP shot. Vladislav stalks toward Rebecca, raises his Remington Roomsweeper, and blasts a frag-pattern into Rebecca’s left shoulder at point-blank range. Boreon fires his FedArms 12mmXP and puts a round through the edge of Rebecca’s head. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca struggles to break your grasp but you manage to keep your hold. Rebecca is slammed to the ground by the impact of Vladislav’s Remington Roomsweeper shot! Rebecca’s body twitches as the unfortunate soul expires. Nancy walks over to the corpse of Rebecca and grabs the gear from it. Nancy pulls her Browning FP-2mm fletcher from its holster. Boreon grabs for Nancy’s Browning FP-2mm fletcher but Nancy moves it out of reach. Mihelina stalks toward Nancy, her ceramic composite razorclaws flashing wickedly. In Street-Talk, Nancy says, ‘Don’t fuck with me, cromag.” Boreon grabs Nancy’s Browning FP-2mm fletcher but in the ensuring struggle Boreon gets hit by the Browning FP-2mm fletcher. Boreon screams in agony as Nancy’s Browning FP-2mm fletcher shot blasts his head! Boreon slumps to the ground unconscious. Vladislav grabs Nancy’s Browning FP-2mm fletcher but in the ensuring struggle Vladislav gets hit by the Browning FP-2mm fletcher. Blood erupts from the exit wound in Vladislav’s right shoulder caused by Nancy’s Browning FP-2mm fletcher. Vladislav swings the barrel of his Remington Roomsweeper to point in Nancy’s general direction and pulls the trigger. Nancy growls loudly. Pullman Drive (in New Carthage) The buckled concrete of Pullman Drive echoes with sporadic gunfire. Makeshift shops and clubs line the street, their signs edged in stolen radium paint and glowsticks. Gutted hovercar frames are strewn about, and sooty bonfires burn in side alleys. Distant muzzle-flashes twinkle in the morning twilight. You can cross north and the street runs east and west. A dimly lit parking garage lies south. It is now winter. A fume-laden wind is blowing the rain in sheets. You see a corpse of Rebecca on the sidewalk. Nancy and Vladislav are here, locked in combat. Boreon (unconscious) is here. Mihelina’s claws flay open nancy’s chest, as blood gushes in rivers down her chest! Nancy slumps down, uttering one final drawn out fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…… Boreon gets up from the ground, shaking his head groggily. Boreon [to Mihelina:] You had to attack her didn’t you? You pull an NCSP Armor Type I from the rotting corpse of Nancy. You pull an NCSP Helmet MkII from the rotting corpse of Nancy. Boreon says, “Oh God that hurt.” You pull a browning FP-2mm fletcher from the rotting corpse of Nancy.
You nod your head and say, “Yes.”