Showing posts with label Sniper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sniper. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Sniper

Moth here...

So Picasso ran off while I was off getting supplies and LeCroix was in the bathroom. That's what 'Blondie' actually calls herself, by the way, LeCroix. I have no idea why Picasso calls her Blondie. Her hair isn't Blonde.

Now, if it was up to Picasso there would probably be an eight paragraph explanation of how her little trip went. That's not happening. We don't have time, I'm certain we have someone right on our tail right now. So I had Picasso summarize it in a sentence.

"Lys was a FUZZY and playful little fur ball of PRIMAL ANIMAL RAGE. Cat was saucy and had delicious meatballs! And the spaghetti was cuddly and CU-... err... HANDSOME "

Beyond that likely inaccurate mess of words, this covers about all you really need to know.

So Picasso ran off while we weren't watching her like the two year old she is. Fortunately, she left that delayed post for us and I caught it before it went up and delayed it further. She was even nice enough to tell us where she was going in that little post, to visit Lys. I think if that had gone up without us noticing it, she'd be dead right now. 

So, I called up a friend to find out where where Lys was. I was surprised find my contact was out of station. It took a little while for them to pull up the information while they were out in the field,  but they gave us our lead and from there we were able to track down Picasso. Fortunately, she wasn't more than an hours drive away.

From there, LeCroix and I decided we should use this opportunity to test a theory.

See, LeCroix seems to believe Fracture has figured out a way to track our Path usage. I found that to be highly unlikely but not impossible. But it was something we could finally test here since Picasso Paths everywhere whenever she goes off on her own.

So her idea was that we follow Picasso around for the day and essentially use her and Lys as bait to see if anyone showed up to kill them. After I used a piece of paper to explain the incident we had with Picasso getting sniped, I could she was starting to have second thoughts on her little plan but be we pressed on with it anyways confident that even if her Path usage had given away her location, that Fracture would not have had the kind of time he would need to get a sniper into position on such short notice.

The little experiment was starting to look like a dud until Picasso and Lys left the restaurant they had stopped to eat at. LeCroix and I noticed that someone followed them out and tailed them all the way to the hotel they eventually retired to. Funny thing about stalkers, they don't tend to notice you stalking them.

From there we followed the stalker to a nearby roof but had to stop just short of the roof entrance. There were two masked figures there guarding the door. I saw the stalker on his phone on the way up. He must have been calling in some security detail so no one would disturb him.

LeCroix turned out the lights and I took the blunt side of my spear to their heads. I wasn't against killing them but at this point I was pretty sure that was a sniper on the roof and his head would send a much louder message to Fracture to fuck off.

I was busy tucking away the bodies of those two guards and I guess LeCroix went ahead without me. The next thing I hear is gunshots on the roof.

I ran up to see if she was okay to find she was the only one up there. Apparently I was right, It was a Sniper. LeCroix tried to hold him up at gun point and he fled through a path portal and she fired a few rounds in after  him.

Not exactly the clear message I wanted to send with my plans for a mutilated sniper corpse but I guess it'll have to do.

By this point it was already morning. I went ahead and grabbed Picasso and the three of us hit the road again, much to Lys' concern and dismay.

At this point it would seem that LeCroix was right. Unless we're missing something here, it would certainly seem Fracture is tracking us through our Path usage somehow. I'm not sure how though. That still doesn't seem possible to me.

But at least now we know and Picasso is safe. I'm going to call this a win.

Moth out.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Exaggerated Reports of my Death

They are exaggerated.

Seriously, I'M NOT DEAD. So I lost a little bit of my Kool-Aid, so WHAT? The body makes more!

Like lots more! Just takes time. I feels LOADS better. I felt bad when I was low on Kool-Aid, and now that some time has passed and my body has made some more I feel fine. And my body will keep making more. Eventually I'll be ABLE TO DO STUFF, again.

Right now I can only do one handed things so I'm assuming I only have 50% of my Kool-Aid yet because its still not safe to use my other arm or make WIDER MOTIONS with that half of my body. Err... that corner really?

So I have like 75% if its just that one forth I can't use right?

See? Nothing to worry about. I'm getting BETTER all the time!

...

Moth seems to think I should talk about what happened. He left me a note telling me to before he left today.

I told him, "THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. Who would hear it? You? Why would I pander to some SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE. I'll just blog it."

He started growling. Felt on his forehead. LEFT LIKE A BITCH. I win. I always do.

...

Okay, so Moth was searching this hotel floor. It was another dead end, apparently, but he wanted clues or something? Somewhere to go from here that might have answers. Which is silly. We're following a 6 year old trail. TIME DESTROYS CLUES.

Now, in hindsight, I should have known we were about to get attacked. I've been getting sloppy. COMPLIANT.

Some police bitch came up and was asking people to leave one at a time. I didn't SEE her, but I heard her. First missed Red Flag, she skipped us.

Second flag came when I realized she missed only us. I thought to my self, "OH?! Alone? NAP TIME!"

So I stretched. I was getting ready to curl up on the floor. Let Moth do his stupid searching thing ON HIS FUCKING OWN.

I remember hearing a 'ping' sound from the glass behind me. Sudden, my should was ON FIRE! And GUSHING Kool-Aid.

I should have dropped then but I wasn't thinking.

I grabbed my shoulder and tried to keep the Kool-Aid in by bracing the back wound against the wall and pushing on the front which hurt like ALL FUCKING HELL. IT BURNED, AND STUNG, and the red was getting everywhere.

"M-Moth!" I called. He was already coming over, he heard it too. He took one look at me and the window behind me and dropped.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-?!"

I didn't get to finish that. There was a noise...

'Click'. Like the sound of a trigger being pulled?

I finally dropped myself. I finally realized what was going on.

It wasn't hot anymore... things where starting to get cold. I was having a hard time moving....

'Click'

I threw all my weight with what little strength I could muster into one direction and watched as a bullet ripped through the glass again and cut right into the floor.

I don't know why it took me so long to realized I had been shot from behind... should have been faster... or something...

Moth scooped me up. Ran. One arm under me, one arm trying to keep pressure on my shoulder.

So much... Kool-Aid. I was too big... or he was too small. We weren't moving fast enough.

'Click'

"NO!!"

I kicked the wall hard. Threw us Moth off balance and we started to fall.

SCREAMS EVERYWHERE. FROM ME, THE BULLET, THE HALL, THE PORTAL, THE PATH, AND  the TREE.

Never heard the world scream so loud when I ripped a path portal open.

THE MONSTERS CAN HEAR IT. They were coming.

Moth quickly scooped me up once more. In his panic he started running. Random direction. I could hear them. Chasing us.

It was so dark. No more colors... or shapes... just blurs...

Moth stopped... must not be just behind us anymore.

More SCREAMS as I forced one last portal open... fell into the black...

Woke up in bed, stitched up... and cold.

Could barely move. I was so weak. I looked up at Moth hovering over me. He had passed out... hunch over me.

I did what anyone would have done. I LURCHED MY SELF high and headbutted him HARD in his STUPID FUCKING FACE and then screamed BLOODY FUCKING MURDER as my stitches ripped open.

And I've been recovering ever since.

See? No reason to be dead. Didn't lose all my Kool-Aid. Hell, that sniper only hit me ONCE! I'm tougher then that. It'd take 5 bullets minimum and AT LEAST 2 of those bullets would need to have been head shots.

I'm fine.

Picasso Entry End.