The job was essentially a show of force. A roll through of the given location to intimidate the gangers. It passed through my mind we were cannon fodder, gathering intelligence. An expendable asset before they sent in a team to do a full takeover.
Well, we couldn't complain. Work is work.
The area was on the very edge of town. An area for scrap, obsolete equipment. A veritable dumping ground. The area was the stomping ground for some ferals from the planet Rattus Norvegicus. Humanoid type scavengers. Fast, tough and mean.
We got to the area as unobtrusive as we could. We expected they knew we were coming. Information is always available if you pay the price asked.
Luckily the visibility was limited. The pre-dawn air was pretty heavy with dust born particles. That would help us a lot.
We had options as to our plan. They would likely be spread out as they wouldn't know where we would run through.
I decided we'd bowl on down the town ward side, along the plasma pipes and the back of the factory units as a group to maximise firepower, as opposed to swinging along the open country or through the scattered equipment.
First move. Not a bad start |
Exchange of fire, hoping to get some kills held us up |
Just then Cromwell and Wolf are hit and go down! as we exit the zone!
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