Re: [December 2059] Mayhem and Mistletoe
Sitting in the back of Hellfire’s armored ride, Kord tapped out a message on his phone before saving it to his drafts folder. It was a quick and dirty call for the cavalry, telling GEI where they were with links to their mission dossier and the right code words to ensure the message was taken seriously. A safety net just in case the drek did hit the fan and they needed backup. He wasn’t sure they would come to bail them out of an unauthorized outing that deviated from mission spec, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.
Needless to say, he was unimpressed as they arrived outside the Ork Pit. He had been expecting to not like what he saw, and it was exactly as he had expected. No real security, any fraggin’ looney could waltz right in. No cops would come out here on a call without an army backing them up, and it seemed unlikely that Damien Knight was being paid to provide that level of service to the Orkland dregs. Maybe Kord would hit a place like this in a night off to grab a cold one, but bringing the package here was a bad tactical move. Hopefully though, it would prove to be a good financial one.
“‘kay squad, listen up.” Kord said to the two young runners, hoping that they wouldn’t chafe under his presumption that he was in command. It came to him naturally, he had led teams younger than this through that hellhole in Chicago and that bloodbath in Yucatan, so it only seemed right to take charge now. “Grendel, you stay in close to Freya. Just like the limo ride earlier today, we get paid to take bullets for her, and you look like you could soak up more than a couple big fella. Hellfire, you’re on over watch. Keep an eye on the room and watch for trouble. I’m watching the door and will walk the bar to get a good lay of the land so we know where to go if we need to leave quick, fast and in a hurry.”
As the team piles out of the van he adds: “It’s a work night boys, have a little fun, but don’t forget why we’re here. Protect the girl, pocket the cred.”