A connected series of stories about the Street War.
My second novel from the universe of Darra Von - This takes two of the characters from the Making of Nibs and follows them for a year until they like the Vixens go to the Academy.
My second novel from the universe of Darra Von - This takes two of the characters from the Making of Nibs and follows them for a year until they like the Vixens go to the Academy.
Tattoo’s, Warriors and War
Prologue
Abbey and Clare, are the two, readers of The Making of Nibs(TMON) will know from Chapter 17 — Slaver stock.
To set the scene, Abbey, Clare and Paul (Readers of TMONs will know him as Tattoo Paul, and I would advise reading TMON as due to a major battle they like the heroes from TMON have fairy companions) are involved with a war zone against the Aces gang from the school they both use to attend with Sandra, Paul, Tina, Abs and Gary. Also Nick or now Nibs use to attend the same High School. Every since their rescue they have been tasked with seeking fellow fighters for the conspiracy and teaching them how to fight and win. They learnt a lot about them selves over the following couple of weeks, that they were truly closer than even sisters, Clare knew what Abbey wanted and Abbey knew want Clare wanted and a couple of sparing sessions after the cult raid, they joined Nibs, Sandra, Tina, Abs, Jum and Wong in a session which faced partner teams faced partner teams, and they then realised that they both foxed and fooled the opposition and they ended up the victors of the fight, even if the fight ended a up a draw with no one truly wining.
Like Nibs, Sandra, Abs, and Tina, they had issues with members of the Aces, and this is when we join the fun started in Chapter 35 — War Zone, as the pair hunt a couple of Offensive team members. And remember they do have Magickal tattoos.
Chapter 1 — The Aces — Clare and Abbey both had their problems with members of the Aces.
The area around where Abbey, Clare and Paul Snr., along with Arrick and Gribbloath the pair’s fairy companions, were positioned was near the left flank, behind them and high in the stadium itself was their old unit leader, Mystique and her unit of long range death dealers. They had two groups of Aces in front of their position one group contained both Simoine and McKrudder and what looked like two more members of the defensive line. The Vision system both of them were wearing provided them with enough information to confirm that they were all carrying quite advanced fire arms, similar in many ways to the ones both of the girls were carrying. Tattoo Paul on the other hand, was carrying an advanced charged particle cannon, and was making sure that the other Aces unit down range didn’t try and move to out flank them.
Clare noticed that Simoine and the rest of the group had disappeared from the protection provided to them by some cars, they both knew that if certain members of the forces fighting the Aces decided the cars blocked their lines of sight, the cars would not be there.
Abbey said to Clare, “There they are, those two twerps.”
“Where?” Clare asked.
“Down there,” Abbey said and pointed to the area where she had seen them. Arrick looked at Gribbloath and the pair nodded and took to the air and flew towards the pair and landed on the fencing behind them and they both smiled evil smiles.
“Got them,” Clare said, “Very soon,” and a happy and evil smile spread across her lips
Gribbloath thought said to both Clare and Abbey, “Me and Arrick will watch these two and maybe have some fun.”
Arrick then thought said, “Putting the fear of the unknown into them would be a good idea.”
After a few minutes the two members of the defensive line appeared from a door in the building just behind where they had been cowering helping a badly injured McKrudder. Abbey quietly said to herself, “Looks like Tina and Nibs have had there fun.” Abbey then sub-vocalised, “Channel open Abbey to Nibs, Abbey to Tina, execute,” she then said, “Nibs, Tina, Abbey, can I take it by the fact Simoine ain’t appeared he’s dead?”
“Yeah, he is,” came Tina’s reply.
“And McKrudder won’t be playing football at college, I shattered both his knee caps and a few other bones, at the moment we are hunting, Zoe and Amy, can you give us any leads as to where they are up there?”
“I think Nibs and Blackie, put the fear of god into McKrudder, seeing as Nibs hit him at the bottom end of Nibs’ power scale and then just went on a rampage down here, putting holes on concrete pillars and walls, and their fairies helped out in making sure the two friends stayed put,” said Abs over the comm. system.
“No, we can’t, the sniper teams may be able to help,” said Abbey, “Both me and Clare are looking for payback against a couple of the 4th year, offensive team members.”
“Yeah, no problems, can you see them up there?” Nibs asked.
“Yeah we can,” Abbey said then Tattoo Paul levelled his particle cannon and singed one of the other Aces’ units when they tried to move to some cover closer to where the three were hiding.
“Stay the fuck put,” Tattoo Paul said, “I wonder if this bunch have any brains between them.”
“I doubt it very much,” said Clare, “Most gangs when facing the level of firepower they are, would have tried to open dialog and attempted to get themselves out of the crap.”
Twang, Twang, rat-a-tat-tat was heard from the position as the group attempted to flush out the three. “It’s getting to the point that I think we need to show them who is in command of the battle field.”
“I know, but that comes soon, when Strike Alpha has finished dealing with certain members challenges,” said Abbey.
“Yeah I know, I just wish they would hurry up, I just want to walk the short distance between here and where they are and teach that group some manors,” said Tattoo Paul.
After a few minutes, Nibs’ voice was heard over the comm. system, “Nibs to all surface units. We are currently dealing with the last two major problems, bar Detric and Gary, so get ready.”
After a couple of minutes, “Nibs to all surface units let ‘em have it.”
“Thank you Nibs,” said Tattoo Paul and aimed his Charge Particle cannon at the car blocking his line of sight to the group and he pulled the trigger, after setting the charge metre to full. The explosion of the car, after the stream of charged particles hit and detonated, sent fragments of steel and other materials used in the production of vehicles into the group, most of the fragments were absorbed by the armour they were still a few that hit areas not protected and these sent small squarts of blood out. Tattoo Paul who was using the zoom function on the vision package saw the faces of the group suddenly turn very white as they lost the protection provided by the car.
The group just opened up with the assault rifles they were using at where Tattoo Paul and the two girls were hidden. Both Abbey and Clare used the Smart uplinks between their weapons and the vision package to check targets and then put a large amount of conventional rounds into the area, quite quickly the firing from the area died down, as the opposition was either hit and killed or took cover from the incoming fire.
Suddenly to the right of the girls, a large truck exploded in half as what looked like a missile from the Aces side hit and blew the truck in half. Two loud cracks were heard after a few seconds as the sniper teams dealt with the new threat. Then the group heard what could be described as a large weight of firepower going down range and two explosions were heard as two small compact cars blew up.
Clare said, “That sounds like Nibs and Sandra.” Then they saw the signature bright white balls of plasma from a position just behind them and to the left fly past them destroying the only protection a group on the flank had from attack, mind you they wouldn’t be causing any more problems as the resultant explosion of plasma had sent the localized air to almost 2000 degrees centigrade in a matter of a few thousandths of a second.
Abbey then said, “I so want that Plasma rifle Hell Bright uses.”
Then as Strike Alpha and Bravo moved to the other side of the protection provided by a van and a large truck, the three were using for protection and cover. Strike Alpha moved to the same side as Abbey, Clare and Tattoo Paul were on and Nibs indicated for them to move to dozer that was situated near the corner of the car-park. All three of them moved using the low light functions, under the covering fire gaze of Strike Bravo and Strike Alpha. Strike Bravo followed the three, when the two groups had reached the dozer Claire whispered in Abbey and Clare’s ears, “Nibs has sent us to cover your movement to where your issues are located, Nibs has said, have fun.”
“Oh we will,” Clare said, and looked back at the cover and saw Strike Alpha had already disappeared, but Clare did see Sarah and four of her unit had moved up to the area and she could see one of the advanced suits of powered armour had taken up cover position on this end of the truck, the Particle cannon the only obvious weapon the armour carried. Clare then said to Abbey and Tattoo Paul, “Lets move,” and pointed to vehicle parked close to the fencing. The group that included McKrudder were still in the area around the door way, but they were more scared than anything else as they had just seen a few cars, suddenly explode.
“Scare them even more,” suggested Abbey.
“No, I think they are scared enough, come on going head to head with Nibs and Tina and then to see what the fire power we are carrying is doing to the cars and trucks,” Clare said.
“I hope the two of you are keeping a track of what they do wrong,” Tattoo Paul said.
“We are Paul,” said Abbey as she moved for the next piece of cover, she was closely followed by Clare and Tattoo Paul. Strike Bravo moved to another area and Ren sent a burst from his D300 into the area McKrudder was sited. He then signalled for the three to move to the next piece of cover which was this side of the car-park entrance kiosk. Hell Bright and Claire both moved to where the three had been and were joined by Ren and Paul.
Abbey, Clare and Tattoo Paul then ran straight past where McKrudder and his two friends were hiding. Clare jumped up as if to lob a grenade over the vehicle, which got the desired effect of them using their hands and arms to protect their heads. When the group had reached their next stop point, Strike Bravo had secured where McKrudder was holed up and took McKrudder and his two friends captive. From where the three were, Abbey could see one of the three Prisoner support teams moving to take charge of the prisoners and to make sure that they were looked after as well as the field facilities could allow.
Clare and Abbey both reached the next cover only to be jumped by a mad man, Tattoo Paul grabbed the youth and sleeper held him and dropped him to the land of nod. Tattoo Paul then said, “Control, Tattoo Paul, we have a sleeping prisoner to be collected and processed.”
“Confirmed Tattoo Paul,” came back John’s voice from the Battle Control.
The Prisoner support team, that had secured McKrudder, sent two men over to where the group was and took charge of the prisoner and took him back to the larger processing area. Clare and Abbey could both see the payback targets hidden behind a couple of mid sized expensive burnt out cars. They both had assault rifles ready to fire if anyone came too close.
Clare sub-vocalised, “Command, channel Clare to spotter Anna, execute,” Clare then said, “Anna, Clare can you direct your two snipers to force the two targets at the back of the car-park to take cover whilst me and Abbey more to engage in hand to hand?”
“No problem, Dominic will put a round into the area, confirm targets please,” Anna responded.
And an APEX around hit the side of the car which detonated and forced the two to take cover.
“Yeah perfect, thanks, Anna,” said Clare who then sub-vocalised, “Command, channel closed, execute.” Clare then turned to Abbey and said, “You ready hun.”
“Yeah, lets do it,” Abbey responded and placed her fire-arms on the ground near Tattoo Paul. Clare did the same and prepared her Sia-blades whilst Abbey unscabbarded her two machetes and the pair then moved as quickly as they could, seeing as it was very dark as the moon was on the wan and clouds covered most of the sky.
Clare and Abbey both moved and when they had reached the targets both said, “Boo.” Which cause both of them to jump and drop their fire-arms as they went to grab knives from their scabbards.
Abbey just looked at the pair and smiled whilst she switched in front of Clare the confined space would hamper them but not that badly. Clare went to strike with her left Sia-blade and punched the guy in the face with her right fist that was tightly holding the handle of the Sia-blade, the guy sat down hard as Clare’s fist connected and broke his nose which blood started to stream from.
Abbey used her left machete to block her opponent’s attack and used the right machete to slice across the face, which caught him and sliced across the left cheek and top of the his nose. Blood started to ooze from the cut which made Abbey smile as if he survived the confrontation would give him a nice scar to remember the battle by.
Gribbloath thought said to Arrick, “Ouch, that’s got-ta hurt.”
Abbey thought said, “Pain is the name of the game.”
“Remember us,” Clare said as the person she had put on the ground started to get up.
“Yeah I do, it’s the two of the wimps from that chicken sniper unit,” Mark said.
“Yeah it is and I hope you like the sight of blood, especially as your going to see your own,” said Clare as she brought her armour clad foot up in a kick to the head of Mark. The impact broke his jaw and sent him again to the floor, hard this time. Gary, Abbey’s opponent, cut across Abbey’s upper arm, the blade caught the armour which went from it normal molten state to solid and deflected the blow.
“Oops, looks like we are wearing far more advanced armour than you are,” said Abbey as she went to back cut Gary across the face with her right machete for a second time, only to ram her left one right into and through his street armour.
“What the hell,” Gary said and as Abbey removed the machete, said, “This armour was suppose to protect against close combat attacks.”
“It does normally if you are facing normal humans, both me and Clare are slightly more than human,” and Abbey tapped her Heart wrapped in thorns tattoo and then punched the guy around the face, which cause the normal convulsions as the illusion of being poisoned took hold. Abbey looked down on him and said, “I’m going to be nice to you and your mate.” Abbey they said, “Control, Abbey, send a prisoner support team to pick these two up, also deploy a medical unit with them as they both need medical attention.”
“Confirmed Abbey, team on route,” John said, and after a couple of seconds he continued, “Now, should be with you in a couple of minutes.”
“How goes the rest of the battle?” Abbey asked.
“Pretty much over and done with now,” replied Bill, as four members from Tybias’ Raiders approached where Clare and Abbey were, Tattoo Paul moved and chucked Abbey her MA-40 Pulse Assault Rifle and Clare her M-40 Pulse Rifle.
“Nibs to all units we have the Aces bottled up in the middle of the area.”
“Aces, you are surrounded, surrender now or face annihilation, the choice is yours,” came Sarah’s voice over some powerful speakers.
“You bastards will never beat us,” Detric shouted and the remaining Aces tried to extract themselves in the direction of Clare, Abbey, Tattoo Paul and Raiders unit.
Tattoo Paul downgraded the charge metre on the cannon and specifically selected a target and aimed. Abbey and Clare just popped up and returned fire along with the four members of the Raiders, the sniper units high in the Stadium also selected targets and started to deal injuries to the Aces, Strike Bravo opened up with out Hell Bright’s and Paul’s Plasma rifle entering the mix.
The suddenly over the sound of assault weapons firing, three deep roars were heard and three suits of flying powered armour hovered over the area, Clare, Abbey and the Raiders where and two of the suits opened up with rail guns and the middle suit targeted a car and it disappeared in a ball of flames as Nicole’s missile rifle fired and blew it to pieces. “Aces, you can forget any support from your corporate security friends, at this moment they are being processed as prisoners,” Nicole voice was heard coming from her suit of power armour. At this point the firing from the all the Aces position stopped.
Detric shouted, “What are your terms for surrender?”
Nibs replied, “Unconditional surrender and the total disbandment of the Aces. Effective as of the end of the battle.”
Simon then shouted, “Any member seen wearing any Aces emblem or signature will be classified as Persona Non Greta, and will be dealt with in accordance to Centrals rules and regulations.”
After a few minutes Detric shouted back, “Give me Gary Sutherland and you have a deal.”
Abbey was looking around for where Gary was and saw him moving forward as was all the Vixens and the rest of the Gangrels. The group at the back of the battle field also moved to join the circle, inside the circle were Gary and Detric, the rest of the Aces where separated and surrounded by Sarah’s unit.
(Gary’s fight with Detric is told in The Making of Nibs and I won’t retell here — suffice to say Gary forces Detric to submit after breaking a few of his bones.)
* * * * * *
Later that evening back at the Club Abbey and Clare are both soaking in a hot bath. Arrick and Gribbloath were sat on the basin enjoying the hot steam that was coming from the bath, Clare’s arms were wrapped around Abbey’s waist and Clare whispered in Abbey’s ear, “I love you hun, with all my heart, body and soul.”
“Same here,” Abbey replied, and kissed Clare on the cheek, she then turned and looked Clare right in the eyes, and said, “I think I may have a possible member for the unit.”
“Who?” asked Clare.
“The mad one who jumped us and Tattoo Paul put to sleep,” said Abbey.
“Yeah, maybe,” responded Clare, “It would be a good idea to do a complete work up on each potential recruit. That way we have an idea of outlooks and attitudes. Is he still in lockup with the rest of the Aces.”
“I’m not sure,” Abbey said, “I’m not even sure if he is even a gang member.”
“That can be checked tomorrow and if he has been released we can go hunting,” said Clare.
“Yeah, but tonight your mine hun,” Abbey said and an evil grin spread across her face as she tweaked Clare’s nipple.
At this Arrick whispered in to Gribbloath ears, “Lets leave the pair to their fun,” and the pair flew off back into the main apartment.
* * * * * *
Chapter 2 — Hunting — Clare, Abbey and Paul go hunting for recruits
13:09AN both Abbey and Clare woke and laid there under the covers in each other’s arms enjoying the warmth and friendship the two partners and sisters had for each other.
The bedroom of their apartment at the club was a square room measuring seven metres by seven metres, in the corner opposite the door was two large wardrobes and beside them was a dressing table, the bed was situated so when the door opened it provided cover from people coming in and also stopped the door from fully opening, on either side of the bed was a small bed side cabinet, on which was an ashtray and their PDAs both in their respective chargers. Sat on the edge of each ashtrays was a full length joint, which the two had made before they had gone to sleep at about 03:30BN the previous night.
Laying between the pair, on the top of the pillow, was Arrick and Gribbloath, like Clare and Abbey the pair were holding each other’s hand, Clare reached over to her bedside cabinet and grabbed the joint she had rolled last night and the lighter that sat beside the joint, she then stuck the joint in her mouth and lit it.
Abbey said, “Do you know something hun, I would never had thought, the two of us smoking joints, pipes and bongs.”
“Tell me about it, but with the work Paul has done over the last week I need it,” said Clare.
“I know,” said Abbey and swung her lithe legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed her joint and did the same as Clare lit it and took a long draw on it and held it for a good fifteen seconds before she exhaled the smoke, “I would love to give up the tobacco, it’s the one thing I hate the most, being addicted to baccy.”
Beep, beep, beep, went Clare’s PDA, which Clare reached for and looked at who had sent her what. The PDA showed that she had just received a text from Paul.
You two up yet, when you are join me in the Garage. Paul
Abbey turned to Clare and said, “You decided what your next tattoo is going to be?”
Arrick and Gribbloath woke up when the PDA went off and looked at the pair with happy smiles on their faces, as they got up.
“No, have you?” Clare responded and swung her legs out and sat on the edge of the bed as Abbey went through her normal morning routine of stretches and suppleness exercises. “Would you train me to be as supple as you.”
“I have a couple of ideas, and yes I will, so get the hell up and copy me when I run through the exercises. The only thing I will say is that you have to be committed to it, you can not be half hearted about it. You must do this every morning when you get up,” Abbey said.
“What’s your ideas then hun?” asked Clare as she joined Abbey running through the exercises and movements as Abbey did them
“I’m thinking of having a some weapons tattooed so even if we ain’t got our close combat weapons we still have them, or having Paul tattoo one of the many animals he knows of.”
After the pair had finished the exercises they both got dressed and walked to the garage where Paul was stood chatting to a couple of the mechanics. Sat on there shoulders were Arrick and Gribbloath. The area where Paul was standing was one of the many work zones located around the edge of the garage. Most of the Garage walls in the areas designated as work zones had tool panels and normally all the tools were present unless the person working in the area was using them on one of the many vehicles being worked on. Currently in the Garage was three large light goods vehicle style vans, two of them being converted to mobile surveillance vehicles the other was undergoing a service, and two FAVs one was on a lift and had a couple of workers under the vehicle working on what looked like the drive train.
Paul waved them over and after they had walked over he asked them, “What vehicle or vehicles do you two drive?”
“Mit-bu 600FD Scramble Master,” replied Clare
“A Mit-bu 700X Road bike,” answered Abbey, “Why?” asked Abbey
“You two want an upgrade to one of the FAVs stored here, and Jaboc has agreed to have our unit based here, mind you I also think Sarah is trying to persuade him to start using the underground facilities as a second command centre for the Gangrels,” Paul said.
Both Abbey and Clare looked at each other and said, “Yeah, why not, can we upgrade the FAV to our specifications rather than the standard ones?”
“Yeah,” said one of the two mechanics.
The other mechanic asked, “Can I ask would you be up for bringing my only son back to the straight and narrow?”
“Yeah, why, what’s wrong with him?” asked Clare
“A few months ago he started to run with a group of local kids that from the reports I’ve been hearing, they have been terrorizing the neighbourhood near where the group leader lives,” the mechanic said.
“Right, where’s the area?” Abbey said.
“South Klebge,” the mechanic said.
“Have you got an up to date picture of your son so we can try and find him on the streets?” Abbey asked
“Yeah, here,” the mechanic said and took out his wallet and then proceeded to remove a picture of him and his son, “It was taken a little over five months ago.”
“That should be good enough,” said Clare and took out her PDA and took a picture of the two and compared the image to the original, “Pretty good quality,” Clare said.
“If Jaboc has agreed to allow us to use the Club as a base, then I say we need to know the area and also what gangs and youth groupings exist in the area,” said Abbey
“And the only way to do that is to hit the streets,” said Clare and Paul, which brought laughter to all present.
“Yeah lets,” said Paul, “Lets go and find you two a new vehicle.”
“Yeah lets,” Clare said and followed Paul towards the down ramp to the second level garage. On route the girls passed on of the work zones that was working on a FAV, it looked as if the mechanics were welding extensions to the wheel arches.
“Paul, who’s FAV?” Abbey asked.
“Jum and Wong’s I think, they have changed the tires and I also think upgraded the handling on it.”
Clare looked at Abbey as she thought about the upgrades to the FAVs and nodded agreement to what Abbey was thinking about.
When the group walked down the ramp they saw for the first time the second level to the garage, Clare and Abbey just stood at the bottom of the ramp and stared in shock, the expanse measured 200metres from the ramp to the far wall and at least 250metres from wall to wall in the other direction. At regular intervals were concrete posts that held the ceiling Paul turned and led them to where the FAVs where, Abbey and Clare found one which had off road tires on, Paul lifted the entire vehicle and allowed to girls to look at the transmission system, which was four wheel drive.
“Perfect, just a couple of small modifications now, like fitting two winches to it and maybe upgrading the engine a bit. Do you know what the engine is Paul?”
“I think it’s either a 1.6k or 1.7k fuel cell system,” replied Paul.
“Mm, lets see what it can do, then make the decision as to the upgrade,” said Clare.
“Yeah,” said Abbey, “Do you want to drive or shall I?”
“You drive to start, I’m going to check the Intelligence Database for anything on the gangs and other matters in the area,” said Clare.
“Ok, hun,” responded Abbey and climbed into the drivers seat whilst Clare climbed into the passengers seat and Paul climbed into the gunners chair. Paul checked the safety box for the normal weapons load of a twin GPMG, which was present along with ammunition in the magazine. Arrick and Gribbloath both flew to the bash board and looked out over the engine and ISW ammunition bay.
“Clare can you check the box to the left of the dashboard,” asked Paul.
“Ok, why Paul,” asked Clare as she opened the box and found an ISW located there.
“I was just checking the load out, I’m surprised the FAV is armed, they normally aren’t if they are for normal street usage.”
Abbey picked up the hand held microphone, press the send button and said, “Control, Abbey.”
“Control here Abbey, how can we be of assistance.”
“I recognize that voice,” Abbey said, “It that you Angel?”
“Yeah it is Abbey,” Angel said.
“Ok, me, Clare and Paul are about to head out into South Klebge to go hunting for someone, we will keep you informed as to our progress and location.”
“No need on the location, we have the position lock of your digital transmitter.”
“No, it’s a FAV transmitter, so we may be on walk about at times.”
“Ok, Abbey, thanks for the information, can I assume that all of you either have your comm. systems or PDAs?”
“Yeah, we have all got our PDAs,” said Abbey.
“Thanks, it’s logged, chat to you soon, control out.”
Abbey turned the key card and nothing happened, Paul said, “Reset the card, put you foot on the accelerator and then turn the key card and push it in, it’s the combination of foot, and push that fools most people who try and nick an Academy FAV, the other security measures include, a complete engine immobilizer and position lock emergency transmitter located in the engine bay.”
“Nice anti theft technology,” said Clare.
“Yeah I know,” said Paul.
Abbey pulled the FAV out and up the ramp to sub-basement one and then through the workshops and out the back entrance and out onto the main road that ran behind the Club where Abbey turned right and headed towards South Klebge District since the removal of the Wacker troops on Frodar the Club had been down graded to a Ops level 3, and Jaboc thought it would not be long before he would be opening the doors again to paying punters, and he was already planning the opening night. He had also said that if Abbey, Clare and Paul wanted some part time work he knew that the head of security, Sharra would be very likely looking for people not frightened of mixing it up the punters if they got out of hand.
Abbey drove the FAV straight down the main road as it ran right through the area they were heading for. Clare used her PDA and found a couple of areas where they could park the FAV and not have problems of people trying to steal it.
The streets of South Klebge did not look very good, about 95% of the refugees that left at the start of the Wacker War, as it had become known as, were to scared to return to their homes and businesses, and it was likely that most wouldn’t return. The ones that were heading back were mainly ghosts and a few of the more hardy people. Bags of rubbish overflowed the garbage dumpsters a lot more people sat on the steps leading up to the town houses of the inhabitants. Most street corners had a couple of working girls and guys on, looking for punters.
“It looks like the city is paying some serious overtime to it’s garbage crews,” said Clare as Abbey drove past the fifth garbage truck.
“No, the bulk of them ain’t city garbage trucks, they’re Terraforma’s, I think the city and Wacker Inc are now paying the price of not thinking the entire plan through, because I know Terraforma wouldn’t be doing this with out some major financing from either or,” said Paul.
“It serves them bloody well right,” Abbey said, “for being stupid and offering Wacker the freedom to do what it did.”
Abbey turned left and approached the car-park entrance they had chosen to use, when Abbey slowed and stopped in front of the kiosk the guy sat inside said, “Six decks please and you only have a couple of hours and then you have to leave and return after an hour.”
Paul lent over and said, “You sure about that rule,” and got out a hundred deck note and gave it with the five deck note and the single deck coin Abbey passed him and both Abbey and Clare look really nicely and smiled sweetly at him. Both Arrick and Gribbloath flew to the roll cage and fluttered prettily and smiled.
“Go on them,” he said and took the money, “How long you likely to be?”
“A few hours,” replied Abbey, “We are looking for a few people who are suppose to live in the area.”
“Ok, park the vehicle round the back of the kiosk then,” the car park attendant said.
“Thanks,” called both Abbey and Clare as Abbey slowly manoeuvred the FAV into the bay, and switched off the engine. Both Clare and Paul secured the firearms and checked their own pistols and other weapons, just in case. As Abbey pulled the FAV into the car park they both laughed and flew back to the dash board.
Paul said, “Right shall we then.”
“Yeah lets,” said Clare, and the three, with Arrick flying ahead of the group and Gribbloath sat on Abbey’s shoulder, walked towards the nearest pedestrian exit, which led them onto 2776th Avenue, “Which way?” asked Clare.
“Lets head for the main shopping area, most youth groups generally hang out in and around those types of areas,” suggested Paul.
“True, they do, we are the only exception to the rule” responded Clare, and she looked at her PDA and found a couple of large shopping malls similar in size to the Harlaquinas mall in South Peninsula district. The group turned right and headed towards the main shopping centre of South Klebge. After walking for about ten minutes they approached the main shopping centre which was built around a single road with large multinational department stores viving for customers with smaller independent chains and smaller corporations. The group walked for a further five minutes and approached a small café just before the main shopping precedent started.
Clare thought to herself, ‘I’m hungry and I need a drink,’ and looked around for a café where they could stop and have some food and a coffee. She saw a small independent café, the sign above the large window read Green House Café, on the opposite side of the road. “Guys I need some food and I definitely need a coffee,” she said.
Abbey said in response to Clare statement about coffee, “Yeah so do I.” Paul nodded his agreement to the idea of getting a drink. The group walked and flew the short distance to the traffic lights and waited for them to change, which allowed them to cross the main road.
When the group was on the same side of the road as the Café, Abbey spotted a group of youths walking towards the precedent which was just behind them, she tapped Clare on the shoulder and pointed to the group, Clare realised what Abbey was thinking and took out, of her jacket pocket, her PDA and checked the photo the mechanic had given them earlier. Clare nodded yes to Abbey unspoken question. As the three walked into the café.
Gribbloath thought suggested, via the link he had with Clare and Abbey, “Shall me and Arrick follow the group?”
Clare responded again via the thought link, “No, only if they don’t stop at end of the precedent.” Arrick still stayed at the front watching the youths and making sure they didn’t disappear.
The youth group walked to the crossing and crossed to the precedent side and went and sat on a couple of the benches that were present at the end of the precedent to allow pedestrians to sit and rest.
The inside of the café was plain with neutral coloured walls, across the back of the open area, which on the right hand side of the front area had stairs leading up to a first floor seating and smoking area, was the serving area. Standing behind which was a couple of early twenties females, one was taking the order from an old couple the other was drying a cup up with a cloth. Above the serving area was the menu board, which showed what was on offer and the prices of the food and drink. The three friends looked up and choose what they wanted to eat.
As they approached the female who had been drying the cup put the cup down and walked over to them and asked, “Can I help?” and looked questionally at the three.
Abbey said, “Yes you can, a white coffee for me.”
Paul then said, “Same for me please.”
Clare then asked, “Are you still serving breakfasts?”
The woman looked around at a gentleman dressed in chef’s whites, who nodded yes at Clare’s question. She then said, “Yes we are madam.”
“Ok, a full cooked breakfast, and a cup of tea please,” Clare said.
“Certainly,” the female said and wrote the order down and handed it to the chef who took it and disappeared into the kitchen area, “The breakfast will be about five minutes.”
“No problem,” said Clare and the three turned.
Paul asked, “Upstairs?”
“Yeah, at least we can have a smoke,” responded Abbey, and the three walked the short distance to the stairs and ascended them to the first floor, where they found a table over looking the main road and the precedent and sat down to wait the arrival of the drinks and Clare’s breakfast.
When Paul said Upstairs Gribbloath flew up the stairs and went to the windows over looking the street, and like Arrick watched the group.
The upstairs area was very similar to the ground floor area, bland. The floor area contained about fifteen tables and alcoves. On each table was a menu, ash tray, and general other café items, like a bowl of sugar, salt, and pepper. The front of the café had five large windows which ran almost floor to ceiling, only the top and bottom foot was not window.
When the three were seated they all looked over at the group of youths sat in the precedent, and Arrick flew up from the down stairs area.
Paul said, “Any idea as to what the gang is, they all seem to be wearing the same colours?”
“No,” replied Abbey, “But that easy to check,” and she got out her PDA and took a picture of the group and logged on to the Net. Abbey opened the PDA’s NetViewer and logged into the Gangrel’s net site and from there she accessed Central’s Gang afflictions database, and checked the colours of the group against all the listed gangs. Abbey then said, as the waitress who took the groups order walked up the stairs from the ground floor and approached the table, “Its not listed on the database, and I know its updated every time a new gang approaches or updates their details.”
The waitress said, when she had approached, “Two white coffee’s,” and she placed the two mugs in front of Abbey and Paul, “and your breakfast and tea, madam.”
All three said, “Thank you.”
Paul then asked her, “Do you know what gang that group of youths belong too?” and pointed to the group.
“Yeah, they call themselves the Protectors. A lot of the smaller shops and businesses don’t exactly like them much, the chef is a better person to talk to about them,” the waitress said.
Paul said, “Thanks, would you inform the chef that when we have finished we will come down and have a chat with him about them, as we have been asked to look into their activities.”
“No problem, I will tell the chef that,” the waitress said, and departed heading for a dirty table about half way down the right hand wall, as you look at the front windows.
“Interesting,” said Clare as she cut a sausage and dipped the section into the cooked tomatoes and then stuck it into her mouth and ate it.
Clare then thought to Arrick and Gribbloath, “You two want to have some food?”
Arrick replied, “Thanks, but no thanks, generally we create our own food when we need it, other than that we feed of the ambient mana.”
“Yeah,” said Paul and he took a sip from the mug of coffee, “Nice coffee.”
Abbey used the spoon and scooped a heaped spoonful of sugar into her coffee and stirred it, she them took a sip and said, “Yeah, nice coffee, I will have to ask where they got it from, I wouldn’t mind having a jar in the apartment.”
Clare then took the spoon and scooped half a spoonful of sugar into hers and stirred it, she then took a sip and scooped some of the beans onto her fork and ate them.
Very soon Clare had finished her breakfast and sat enjoying the hot cup of tea. After about ten minutes the chef walked up from the ground floor and wandered over to where the group was sitting and said, “Pamela said you wanted to have a chat about the Protectors?”
Paul said in response to the chef offer, “We were about to come down and see you.”
“Not to worry, my assistant in the kitchen turned up and I need to take a coffee break. Would you like another drink, on the house?” Dan, the chef, said.
“Yeah,” responded Paul to the offer.
Dan wandered to the stairs and called down to Sharon, “Same drinks order again plus a Latte for me.”
“Ok,” came the response from downstairs. The chef walked back and took a seat from a nearby table and sat down.
“What do you want to know, and why do you want to know about the Protectors?” Dan asked.
“Why,” replied Clare, “Both myself and Abbey are members of the Gangrels, which operate as the police arm of Central, the controlling body of all gang activity in Suraban.”
“That explains why, now what do you want to know?”
“Anything and everything you know about them,” said Paul, “A friend has a son running with the gang and from what we have been told they are terrorizing the area.”
“Terrorizing the area, is about right, I think most of the small shops and I know most of the small independent business pay protection money to the gang, even me here pays for them not to either wreck the café or fire bomb it. A couple of weeks ago, just after the start of the problems around the Wacker Headquarters, they started to demand money and I heard through the local traders network that five business refused to pay the fees and had their offices fire bombed that night. The local police did nothing to increase security in the areas and the CCTV cameras were either vandalised or deliberately broken before the attacks.”
“Do you happen to know what level of fire power they have access to?” asked Paul.
“No, but from when the ones who come in and get the money every week, they all look like they are carrying cheap 9mm automatic knockoffs, other than that I have no idea what they have access to or the level of training they have,” Dan replied.
Abbey picked up her PDA and hit the back button a couple of times and opened the page that listed current and within the past two months Gangrel contracts, none of the listed contracts indicated any work being done with a gang called the Protectors.
Sharon came up the stairs carrying a tray with four cups on and walked over to the table. Dan asked her, “Do you know the name of the Protectors’ leader?”
“Yeah I do, a friend of my boyfriend runs with the gang, I think he calls himself ‘His Lordship’.” Sharon replied.
“I’ve heard that name before,” said Clare, and opened up the link to the clubs intelligence database and did a search for the term ‘His Lordship’, “Yes I knew I had, do you remember the Human Intelligence we gathered a couple of Savradays ago in the area?”
“Yeah, I do, why?” Paul replied.
“His Lordship was mentioned by Anna,” replied Clare.
“Oh yeah I remember now,” said Abbey, “It was surrounding the incident with the youth the three from South Harbour were protecting.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” said Clare.
“From what I know from my boyfriend, he’s a real psycho, and he rules the gang like is personal army, it is rumoured that he’s changed some of his gang in to psychos as well,” Sharon said.
Abbey then spotted that the youth group was on the move, “There moving,” Abbey said. Both Arrick and Gribbloath had already flown off to follow the group, and as Abbey stood up she saw Gribbloath fly towards the group and land on one of the lamp posts, Arrick flew a little way beyond them and landed on one of the large signs that hung in front of one of the large department stores.
And the three friends got up and Paul gave Dan a twenty Deck note and said, “Thanks for the drinks and food, and keep the change.”
“Thank you,” said Dan, “And good luck in dealing with the Protectors.”
“They’ll need the luck not us,” replied Clare, and followed Paul and Abbey down the stairs, then towards the front door back and out on to the street only to turn left so they could follow the group.
As Clare disappeared down the stairs, “That’s a first,” said Dan.
“What is?” asked Sharon.
“Oh nothing, just me musing over things, no rest of the wicked. I just hope those two ain’t bitten off more than they can chew,” responded Dan.
* * * * * *
Outside Clare, Abbey and Paul all turned left and slowly followed the group of youths, it looked like to Abbey that Arrick and Gribbloath made sure that they always bracketed them, through the precedent, looking in the windows so not to draw attention to themselves. After a while three of the group broke off and headed right and went down an alleyway between two of the large department stores. Abbey quickly checked the map of the area and saw the alleyway led to a large back area where drop off and pickups took place and the three followed the youths down it to the back area behind Tecbos Mall Mart and Carreda department store, as the three approached the loading area, which was a large tarmac area with a couple of cars parked and very little other clutter, they saw the three surround a man in his early twenties and had him up against the wall of an light industrial unit. They seemed to be chatting to this person, then one of them punched him and he bent over double and another bent down, grabbed his hair and forced his head back up and was having stern words with him.
The three friends looked at the scene and made them selves scarce as they knew it would be better to shut the entire gang down in one fell swoop rather than remove small groups, as it would likely impact on the local community, which as Gangrels, they were sworn to help in what ever way they could. When the three had finished extorting money from the gentleman they left the back area and headed back for the main precedent, Paul said to Abbey and Clare, “You two follow them, I’ll find out what happened and the situation here.”
“Done,” both of them said, and returned to the main shopping precedent and continued to follow the youths, who turned right at the end of the precedent and crossed the road and went into one of the small shops slightly up the street from the end of the precedent. Arrick flew into the shop and hovered over the head of the owner and watched what the one who had gone in did. Abbey and Clare both walked passed on the other side of the road and continued on to a small independent computer store located on the other side of the service road, and looked in the window and started to quietly chat to each other about computers and other technology they could see in the window.
Abbey’s PDA vibrated in her pocket which told her she had received a text message, she took her PDA out and opened the text message, it was from Paul, the text message read that he was just down the street sat on one of the benches. The youth group started down the main road and walked past the precedent and continued down south. The group walked past the local cinema, Clare and Abbey approached Paul who said, “Go and get the FAV and me and the fairies will follow the group.”
“Ok, text us your location should they stop,” responded Clare.
“Ok,” said Paul who stood and followed the youth group past the cinema and car park, Abbey and Clare headed back through the precedent towards the car park.
* * * * * *
Paul followed the group down a secondary road that ran beside a small corner shop, which two of the group walked into, again Gribbloath flew in and watched the goings on, and from what Paul could see was buying some convenience food, after they had bought the food they came out and ran to catch up the rest of the group. Paul stayed well back from them as the walked the streets he saw a couple of them headed for a group of females stood on a corner, who looked at they were trying to solicit people into going with them for money. After walking around three miles from the junction on the main street that ran past the cinema, they approached a large building in the middle of an area of bad lands, with disused houses and a considerable amount collateral damage in the way of burnt out cars and other vehicles.
From where Paul was standing outside a town house and looked as if he was viewing the outside of one a short distance away from the actual borders of the bad lands, he could see that a lot of the houses were also burnt out or had large holes in the walls, none of them had windows in and most of them had some damage to the roofs. He texted Clare and told her where he was. After waiting for about five minutes the FAV arrived driving from the west.
Arrick thought to Clare, “Permission for me and Gribbloath to follow the group?”
“No, we don’t yet know who ‘His Lordship’ is and what abilities he has,” replied Clare, “stay with Paul.”
“Ok,” came the response form Gribbloath.
Paul climbed in along with Arrick and Gribbloath who both flew to the roll cage. Clare, who was driving, drove off in the direction of a local park car park, where they could stop and roll up a couple of joints. The park it self had a couple of football pitches a small kids play area and a couple of clumps of trees, close to the car park was a building that contained the washrooms and changing facilities for the people who used the football pitches. Just on the far side of the building was a bounce ball court and a tension racket court, on which was a couple of people playing.
When they had stopped and rolled the joints, Paul said, “It looks like the Protectors HQ is in the middle of the badlands back there.”
“From your general experience what would you say there training level was like?” asked Abbey as she then lit her joint.
“From my experience, you put a couple of C+ Gangrel units into the badlands with full weapons load and support vehicles, they wouldn’t stand a chance,” Paul replied.
“Oh, that’s a point, do you know what happened to the guy you put to sleep yesterday during the war zone?” asked Abbey, “Both of us thought he may be a useful person to recruit for the unit.”
“I think he still in holding, I think processing had processed half the prisoners from yesterday when we left, he may still be in holding,” said Paul.
Abbey picked up the microphone of the FAV’s Digital transmitter and said, “Control, Abbey.”
“Control here,” came the reply.
Clare said, “That sounds like Nibs.”
“Nibs is that you?” Abbey asked.
“It is Abbey. How can we help?” Nibs asked.
“Who’s still in holding waiting to be processed?” Abbey asked.
“About six people, why?” asked Nibs.
“Is the guy Paul put to sleep been processed yet?” Abbey asked.
“Hang on, I’ll check, can’t you guys get this information on your PDA’s,” Nibs replied.
“We could, but it’s easier to ask you guys, and it saves on the battery life, not down loading data over the satellite link,” replied Abbey.
“He’s being processed now,” said Nibs.
“What’s happening to the people after processing?” asked Abbey.
“I think they are being released,” replied Nibs.
“Can you put a request in to keep him at the Club until we get back, we want to see if he suitable for our unit,” Abbey said.
“Yeah, no problem,” responded Nibs, “Is that everything?” Nibs then asked.
“Yeah, it is, thanks Nibs,” Abbey said.
“We might as well head back to the club, we can’t do much more here,” said Paul.
“True we can’t,” said Clare who stubbed her joint out and flicked the last of it towards the nearest bin and got a perfect shot on the bin.
“Nice shot hun,” said Abbey.
“Thanks,” said Clare as she put her foot on the accelerator, turned and then pressed the key card in to switch the FAV on.
Clare then drove back to the Club via the minor road that ran past the badlands. Paul, Abbey and both the fairies looked at the badlands. Gribbloath looking trying to see if she could see anything that would indicate the level of equipment, and both Paul and Abbey trying to see if they could see anything that would give them an inclination as to how good the Protectors are on the battle field.
“Not much evidence at all of defences,” said Paul.
“True,” responded Abbey.
When they had returned to the Club via the front entrance and parked the FAV on sub-basement one. Paul showed them to holding where the last two members of the walking wounded Aces were being processed.
As Paul led Abbey and Clare through holding and prisoner processing they entered the main room where Sharra sat behind a desk with a computer on, sat in the chair next to her was Sarah, and Bret was standing beside the door that led to the interview rooms. The room measured fifteen metres by fifteen metres. Sharra and Sarah looked as if they were wearing Black light armour under trousers and a Club crew cut off t-shirt. Bret was wearing black light and was wearing a pair of urban combat trousers and was also carrying his and Sarah’s baby in the same custom built black light carrier they had used during the war zone. Bret carried a D-300 Assault rifle and what looked like a single eye smart link.
Paul walked up to Sharra and asked, “Where is the person we requested being kept?”
“In interview room three, he currently on his own and looks to be minding his own business,” replied Sharra.
“Good,” responded Paul and showed the two girls and the two fairies to the room next door. The room measured eight metres long by 5 metres wide, and was dominated by a large window that almost ran the length of both the interview room and the observation area. Behind them in another room was Sarah and Gareth who was questioning a prisoner.
The three looked at the guy and saw a tall slim person.
‘But even a slim body can have a considerable amount of strength and speed,’ thought Abbey.
Clare responded, ‘Which can be improved with the right training.’
Paul asked both Abbey and Clare, “What are your first impressions today of the gentleman?”
“He looks confident he’s done nothing wrong, and his body looks as if it contains a considerable amount of strength,” replied Clare.
“True, it does,” responded Abbey.
“Right you four, stay here and watch,” said Paul, and he left the observation room and walked the short distance from the observation room door to the door that led him into the main interview room, which measured eight metres by eight metres, in the middle of the room was a table and four chairs each one bolted to the solid rock, so they couldn’t be moved or used as weapons. Paul walked in and was looking at the details for the gentleman on his PDA. Paul sat down on the other side of the table and asked the gentleman “Is your name Gareath Rozourn?”
When Paul had turned and departed, Arrick and Gribbloath landed on the shelf just under the window and watched the proceedings.
“It is, and you are the fifth person I have told that to. Why am I here? I can’t get an answer out of anyone else,” he asked.
“I must apologise for holding you here, but you intrigued myself and a couple of friends of mine. May I ask, why did you attack the two females yesterday evening?”
“Because you were trespassing on my home,” Gareath replied.
“Oops, sorry for that, we didn’t expect people to be living there, if we had known we would have requested that you move out for the duration of the war zone,” Paul said.
“Cut to the bloody chase will you, I want to know why I am still here?”
“Sorry, as I said earlier you intrigued people, your fighting style is very similar to there’s and also mine, and we were wondering if you would be interested in joining a unit the three of us are putting together?” Paul asked.
Back in the observation room Abbey checked the details on Gareath and found out that the age he had given was 17. Clare said to Abbey, “What do you think hun, do you think he would fit in with the overall scheme of the unit?”
“Quite possibly yes, but it would depend on his attitude towards how we see life and the rest of the conspiracy more than anything else,” Abbey replied
Back in the interview room Paul continued, “The unit is an elite unit specifically designed to combat threats not of this world.”
“You have now got my attention,” Gareath said, “Currently how many people in the unit?”
“Currently, three,” replied Paul, but the three are all classified as semi elite on the professional ghost scene,” said Paul.
“Can I take it that if I join I join for life, how ever long that is?” Gareath asked
“Yeah, pretty much,” responded Paul.
“My next question is who would I be taking orders from?” Gareath asked.
“Effectively yourself, but within an overall plan,” responded Paul
“Ok, so let me get this straight, you are offering me a job for life, I would be effectively my own commander, but within overall objectives,” Gareath said, “What do I get out of it?”
“Quite possibly some of the best training and facilities available to man,” said Paul.
“My next question may sound a bit mercenary but what’s the pay like?” asked Gareath.
“When on active duty 1000decks a week with bonus of 500decks per combat operation.”
“Would I be joining a gang or something?”
“The two girls you attacked yesterday,” Paul started to say.
“Those two were girls,” Gareath said, “Fuck me, I know it weren’t brill lighting, but they looked like men in the gear they were wearing.”
“Ok,” Paul said, “Can I continue,” and Paul smiled.
“Sorry yes.”
“As I was saying, the two girls both belong to the Gangrels gang,” Paul said.
“How about you? You look a bit old to belong to a gang,” Gareath asked.
“I don’t exactly belong to the Gangrels, but I am a Black Karzzar master.”
“I have no idea what one of those is, but it sounds like you must know a few things about combat and the way you handled me says you know a few things. Can you give me five minutes to think about your offer.”
“Yeah no problem,” said Paul and got up and walked towards the door.
“One last question, you spoke of threats not of this world, living on the street as I do, I see and hear things, and I’ve seen some strange things over my short street life, can I take it these threats are not nice and would like to be very nasty to people like me?”
“Yes,” replied Paul.
“Thanks,” Gareath said, and just sat there and thought about what Paul had said and the offer
* * * * * *
Gareath thought, ‘I wonder if this group would help me in my search for my Jackie?’ he then got up and stretched and yawned, ‘Fuck I’m that tired.’
After some four minutes he turned towards the camera located in the corner and said, “I’m in, on one condition that if my Jackie is alive you help me to free her and punish who ever has got her for the crimes they would have probably committed against her.”
In the observation room Abbey, Clare,Paul and both the fairies smiled at the answer, the two girls, Paul, along with Arrick and Gribbloath, flying just above and behind the shoulder of each of girls, walked to the interview room door, opened it and walked in. Gareath mouth dropped when he saw the girls who smiled at him.
Abbey said, “Welcome to the Gangrel Hunters Gareath.”
“Understand this what you see and hear from now is not for general public consumption,” said Paul, “As agreeing to join the unit means that you are now no longer just a kid who lives on the street, but a member of a conspiracy that has existed for the last 11,000 odd years.”
“Fuck me,” Gareath said.
“What that was all about was us seeing if you had intelligence to make your own mind up, most people would jump at the chance to use new technology. This unit does and it don’t, all three of us are very much in your face style fighters, who use intelligence, both head and other sources to undertake and complete missions,” said Paul.
“You hungry?” Abbey asked Gareath.
“Now that you mention food, I am,” Gareath replied.
“Right then lets go and get some food,” said Paul, and led the group out of the interview room and as they walked down the corridor towards the processing room, the group bumped into Sarah and Gareth as they walked out of the interview room leading the prisoner who glared at both the girls. The two girls took no notice as Gareth led him towards the prisoner transport bay.
Gareath asked Clare after tapping her on the shoulder, “What going to happen to him now?”
“What’s going to happen to him, is that he is going to be taken home and told, that if he is seen wearing the Aces colours by any member of the Gangrels then they will have the permission and support of both Gangrel Command and Central to remove him from the gene pool permanently,” said Sarah.
“Allow me to introduce Queen Sarah, the leader of the Gangrel Gang,” Abbey said.
Sarah, who for the first time saw that like the Vixens both Clare and Abbey also had a fairy companion each, said, “You two as well?”
“Us two as well, what?” responded Clare.
“The fairies,” replied Sarah.
“Yeah, it looks like everyone who was present at a blood family ceremony have a companion of some kind,” said Abbey.
Gareath dipped his head in acknowledgement of Sarah. “What, you lot talking about?” Gareath asked.
“Yeah, both of us were involved in a major battle to remove the Wacker forces from the area they seized a few weeks ago,” replied Abbey, then Clare continued, “At the end of the battle a group of very good friends were involved in closing something called a Rift which caused some fairies and pixies from a local community we know of to be drawn to the battle and they were given very special abilities along with us,” Abbey then came in and said, “one of which is this, the ability to know what our partner is thinking and about to either say and do, and another is the fact that both of us know where the other and the fairies are wherever in the world we are.”
Sarah then said, “All humans can not see them, only those that have been given the gift of true sight can and I think only one person has the ability to do that. Can I take it you have been recruited by the girls to join them in their unit?” Sarah then asked Gareath.
”Yes ma’am, I have,” Gareath responded.
“Well then, welcome to the Gangrels, and I hope to see you at the next Gathering. You lot heading for the canteen?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah, we are,” said Paul.
“Let me drop this information off in control and I will join you for food,” Sarah responded.
The group walked down the tunnel that led from the processing area to the medical facility located between the prisoner processing and the Club proper.
The facility itself was bright, with lots of fluorescent tubes lighting the area. Wandering around the facility were a few nurses and a couple of doctors crossed the large open areas between the east and west zones.
Gareath asked Paul, “Is all this a part of it?”
“If you mean it as in the Conspiracy, yes and no, The medical facility, garage, and canteen all belong to Club Millana, Control, which we will pass in a bit and the armoury are operated by Conspiracy personal, with support from the staff of the Club, I would say that 80% of the club staff have no knowledge of what happens down here,” Paul replied.
“It’s the hardest thing to comprehend is that fact that the conspiracy runs and operates in plain sight but is also hidden from the rest of the world, by a vale of secrecy,” said Abbey, “Take me and Clare, until three weeks ago we had no idea about any of this, we were both happy members of the Dark Mists Combat Support Unit.”
“How come, how did you did you all get involved?” asked Gareath.
“How I got involved with this,” said Paul, “I’m over 300 years old. Let me explain, roughly 300 years ago me, Sarah here and ten other people native to Darra Von had a dream about a coming of a supreme force that would take the war to the enemy and force them from the planet. The twelve as we became know by the conspiracy were charged with preparing for its arrival, we have no idea in what form this force will take, but we know it is coming. Roughly 200 years ago the twelve formed an advisory council to advise the conspiracy on many things, and they were also charged with advising certain members of the twelve, whom you will meet over the next couple of weeks, in how to run and operate five independent companies, that were set up to support and provide a cover to the operations that were happening. I, personally, am not only a Black Karzzar Master, but I have also been trained and given magickal, and yes magick you read in adventure novels exists in many different forms, tattoos that allow me to create weapons, creatures, and to attack my enemies in many different ways. Until a few weeks ago, I was also the chairman and chief exec of Digital Systems. I passed the company to my successor, who also knows of the conspiracy but is not directly involved in the day to day operations.”
“How both me and Abbey got involved,” said Clare, “Is that as members of the Gangrels we were seconded by another Gangrel unit to help in the training and organising of a new street gang in the Eban Hill district of the city, except this gang was a front for a slave gathering ring, which almost destroyed to the last man the unit the two of us were supporting and captured the both of us. The female leader made us her personal slaves and was transforming us both in to Tattoo Men. During our stay at the facility they used to process the slaves we were both given a different magical tattoo, mine allows me to shoot lightning bolts from my fingertips and Abbey’s to create an illusion of being poisoned, and it works. We are now recruiting a unit to fight along side us, and if the members want to, can also gain the same powers and abilities to use against the forces that would enslave the planet just because they can.”
“Can I guess then by the fact you are here, you two escaped from the slavers?” Gareath asked as they walked pass an open door that led into the control room.
Paul stopped and said, “Now hearing what you’ve gotten into you still interested?”
“Yeah, it’s better than living on the streets,” Gareath responded, who looked into the large room beyond the door, “So what’s in there?”
“In there, that’s Control,” said Abbey, “All Conspiracy personal operating in Suraban and surrounding areas have direct digital voice and data communications to the people who work in there. We also have links to the main Intelligence database, and in answer to your question about escaping, no friends in the conspiracy and Gangrels rescued us from them, and lets just say if either of us gets the chance we will show the two bastards that gave us the tattoos what it means to annoy Gangrels.”
Sarah caught the group up and they continued on towards the canteen. Walking up from a lower level via one of the ramps that linked this level to the lower ones, was Sandra and Tina who saw the group and waited for them, Sandra said as the approached, “You lot heading for the canteen?”
“Just the person we wanted to see,” said Sarah to Sandra.
“Now that has intrigued me,” said Sandra.
“Let me introduce Gareath, the first member of the Hunters,” Sarah replied.
“Arh, I now understand,” replied Sandra and the group stopped. Sandra grasped Gareath’s hand and said, “A gift from me to you Gareath, the gift of True Sight,” and with that Gareath saw flying at shoulder height was a fairy with hair of five different metallic and five different chromatic colours. Gareath then saw sat on the person who was with Tina was a little person with wings and brass coloured hair.
As the group started to walk towards the canteen, Arrick flew over and hovered in front of Gareath and said, “Welcome new friend allow me to myself, I am Arrick friend and partner to Clare and this is Gribbloath friend and partner to Abbey.”
“Hello to the two of you,” said Gareath.
As the group passed one of the many blast doors, Gareath looked at it and gulped, he also said, “Damn, those are thick,”
“Yeah they are almost five metres thick made from solid Tiranna,” said Sarah in response to Gareath statement.
The group turned into one of the fire alleys that protected the secure areas from outside threats, just after the fire alley the group entered the Canteen which was about a quarter full, as most of the ghosts who had been resident at the club had now returned to their homes. The group wandered over to the serving area and each one bar Clare, got them selves each a good sized meal. When the group was at the end of the run, Gareath said, “Where do we pay?”
Gareath question got a chuckle from Sarah and Paul, and Sarah said, “No one who works for the conspiracy or the Club pays for the canteen food, Jaboc, the owner, makes enough from the Club and other business interests to make sure that the staff don’t pay for food and accommodation if you live on the Club grounds.”
“Ok,” Gareath said, “I’ll say this, this is one hell of a learning curve.”
“You think this is a learn curve, when you start learning how to fight, now that’s a learning curve,” said Abbey, “Especially when you watch people like Nibs, Jum, and the others fight.”
Sarah saw Jane and Nicole sat at one table and saw Richard was heading for the same table and turned to the friends and said, “I shall chat to you all later. I think Nibs is having a combat session later this afternoon evening.”
“Thanks,” said Paul, “We’ll be there.”
“Good,” Sarah said and turned and headed for where Jane and Nicole were sat.
The group headed for one of the empty tables and sat down. When the group had settled, Paul who was sitting on the same side as Gareath, they both had the backs to where Jane, Nicole, and Richards were sat, said, “Gareath, see that group over there,” and he pointed with his finger at Sarah and the group sat with her.
“Yes, who are they? I think I recognize some of them,” Gareath said as he shoved a portion of sausage and mash into his mouth.
“How much do you know of the corporate structures in the AAA corporations?”
“Depends on which ones, I know who the chair of Echo Tech Inc is and ATEC, and of course your self.”
“Yeah, the female on the far side of the table is Nicole or Nicolai,” Paul said.
“What the chair of Echo Tech Inc,” Gareath said and almost spat out the mouthful before he could swallow it.
“Yeah, the female sat opposite is Jane C, the chair of Corporate Enterprises, and sat beside Nicole is Richard C,” said Paul.
“I know who Richard C is,” said Gareath.
“Good, but all of them are also members of the twelve,” said Tina.
Gareath’s face was one of total shock, “What the chairs of. Help.”
Walking from the direction of another corridor just up the wall from the one the group entered from was a tall slim gentleman with very short hair. He slapped Paul on the back and said in a happy voice, “Hi Paul.”
Paul looked around and said, “Oh. Hi Kev, grab a seat.”
“I will do,” Kev said, “when I have gotten some food and said hi to the rest of the guys,” Kev said and headed for the food run.
“That was Kev Marks, chairman of ATEC and 21C,” said Paul, “and I am surprised to see him here, he’s not one for getting his hands dirty in the trenches so to speak.”
Just after Kev had left for the food run, Nibs and Daraus walked in from the direction of control and walked over to where everyone was sitting and gave Sandra a kiss on the head hello, and said, “Hello hun, guys,” and smiled at everyone. After looking at everyone said, “Hello new person.”
“Hello,” said Gareath.
Clare then said, “Nibs, allow me to introduce the Gangrel Hunters newest recruit, Gareath Rozourn. Gareath meet Nibola Nibs Calton, the leader of the Vixens, and one of the major reason’s behind us being here now.”
“No I’m not, thank Tina and Abs more than me, they are the ones who worked out you were being held in the area of the hospital, and lets just say I learnt something today about Metzza and Abilgail’s bosses.”
“Oh what’s that hun?” Sandra asked.
“The fact they hate Naruni, with a passion,” Nibs replied.
“Good point Nibs,” said Paul.
“Anyway, who’s going to join me, Wong and Jum for a training session later this afternoon early evening?” Nibs asked as Sandra moved to allow Nibs to sit down, “Thanks but no thanks hun, Brain has me analyzing some of the combat footage from the last few weeks, he thinks it will be useful for me to learn how to speed read a situation in the field and modify the tactics to suit the direct situation.”
“Ok hun, see you later then,” Sandra said, and put her hand up and around Nibs’ neck and pulled her down and gave her a kiss on the mouth which Nibs returned, then after a couple of seconds broke and departed heading for the armoury.
Gareath sat there thinking to him self, ‘Why do I get the impression Nibs is more than she seems.’
Abbey who was sitting opposite Gareath, saw that Gareath looked perplexed at something, “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing, just trying to make sense of everything I have seen here so-far today,” Gareath said in response to Abbey’s question, and everyone then finished eating lunch, “If I may ask for the groups assistance. I wasn’t living alone, I am looking after a couple of kids whose family was killed during what the corporation said was a ghost attack, from what the young ones have said to me, the corporation their dad worked for came to the family home and started shooting. They weren’t actually at home when you lot launched your little war yesterday, but I know if they came back during they would have been very scared, they ain’t got the street smarts I and I assume you lot have.”
“I don’t see why not,” said Paul.
“True,” said Clare, “and it would let me collect my bike from Mystique’s.”
“That’s true,” said Abbey.
“But where do we take them,”
“Bring them here,” said Paul, “I think I can persuade Jaboc and I know if I can’t Sarah, and maybe Richard I know can.”
“You can what?” said Jaboc as he approached the table, “Yeah, when were you going to tell me about Gareath being here?”
“When I saw you Jaboc,” replied Paul.
“I heard everything you guys said, and don’t worry, I love young people as much as I love Ren and Hell Bright, it’s one of the main reasons I do what I do, for the conspiracy, to protect and the make sure that the future generations don’t grow up in slavery,” responded Jaboc.
Chapter 3 — Friends and family — The group gain two more recruits and show the newbies what it means when you belong to the Conspiracy.
“Ok then, lets roll and see if we can’t find the pair,” said Clare, and the group got up, including Gareath got up and headed for the garage, via the armoury.
When Abbey and Clare walked through the armoury they both went to their lockers and removed the smallest of the cases, then opened them and took out their comm. systems, and put them on. The two them followed Paul and Gareath to the large window where Gareath had just been given his comm. system, which Paul was over seeing Gareath putting it on.
Clare them said, “Hello Gareath,” over the comm. system as they approached the two men.
Gareath jumped and turned to faced Clare and Abbey as they approached, and responded, “Damn I heard you perfectly Clare.”
“I know Tina from the Vixens designed it a few years ago, the ear piece removes the air from the ear passage and allows perfect sound to be heard as a small unit in the end of the ear loop vibrates the sound directly to the bones of the inner ear,” Abbey responded, “and the sensor in the material band is sensitive enough to pick up sub vocalisation.”
“How about you Paul, don’t you wear one?” Gareath asked.
“No, mine is implanted and connected to the nervous system, ultra advanced cybernetics, a good 200 years beyond even the technology coming out of the Academy. My self, Richard, Jane, Nicole, and Sarah had one implanted at various times over the past 250 years. If we wear one its more for show than actual communicating,” replied Paul.
“Arh right, so that’s the reason none of you seem to wear one,” said Abbey.
Paul smiled and nodded, then turned and the group walked towards the garage.
Abbey suggested, as they entered the garage, “Gareath do you want to ride with Paul as we are going to need two FAVs and Clare wants to get her bike?”
“Ok,” Gareath replied and followed Paul down the ramp to the second level, where Paul took a key set from the secure box and found the corresponding FAV. Paul climbed into drivers seat and Gareath climbed into the passenger’s. Paul then started the FAV and drove it up the ramp to the first floor and then followed the two girls out of the back entrance and towards CW6 and South Central district.
* * * * * *
On the way Paul asked Gareath, “Can you check the box there and tell me what you find?”
“Ok,” Gareath said, somewhat shocked from the quietness and speed the two FAVs were doing. He opened the box and said to Paul, “I ain’t sure, but it looks like some form of firearm.”
* * * * * *
When the FAVs turned off CW9 at junction 10, and headed towards Mystique’s which was located in the western end of South Central, Gareath said over the comm. system, “When we get to the stadium can you all please park on the furthest car-park, otherwise you are likely to freak the two.”
“No problem,” said Abbey and Clare.
After driving for about 15 minutes the two FAVs pulled up outside a small house where three bikes were parked, Clare climbed out, walked to the front door, then pushed it open and called inside, “Mystique, its Clare, I’m collecting my bike.”
“Ok,” came the response from Mystique who was in the basement.
Clare them walked to her Mit-bu 600FD and switched the electrics on and hit the electric start, Clare then climbed on, and was joined by Arrick, she pulled out of the drive way and followed Abbey and Paul as they turned right at the end of the secondary road and headed for the stadium. All three vehicles drove round the northern edge of South Central free Fire and passed the western edge of the car-parks which allowed Gareath the chance to see if he could see the pair, he couldn’t. Paul, Abbey and Clare all pulled into the car-indicated by Gareath and stopped.
* * * * * *
Gareath then climbed out and walked towards the entrance to his home, when he had crossed the third car-park, he then looked around and dropped into a hole which was hidden under some boxes. He made his way threw the short tunnel to his and the pair’s home. As he approached the home, he called out, “Rose, Sym, you home?” He then entered his home and saw a small makeshift barrier had been erected in front of the doorway to the pair’s bedroom, and cowering behind it was a very scared Rose.
“Rose, where’s Sym?” Gareath asked.
“She’s here,” replied Rose, “where have you been?”
“Out making some new friend’s who want to meet you, they have said they will help in the search and rescue of Jackie,” Gareath said, “I think with there help we may be able to find Jackie at last.”
“Yeah,” both Rose and Sym said.
“They have also offered me and I think the offer is open to you two as well, the chance to become better and more able to look after ourselves. They all belong to a group that is trying to keep the planet safe from people that would place all children who don’t have adult families into not very nice places and would very likely hurt the children as well.”
Outside Paul, Abbey and Clare were listening to what Gareath was saying. Paul said, “I wonder how old the pair are?”
“It don’t matter how old they are, if they lived on a corporate Enclave all their lives, they ain’t going to know how to react or survive off it, I think it was very lucky Gareath found them and took them in,” said Clare.
Back in Gareath’s home he said, “Come on you two, our new friends are outside waiting for us, shall we go and meet them, I know they want to meet you two.”
“Yeah, lets,” said Sym and the two of them came out from behind the barricade carrying an SMG each.
“You find those outside,” Gareath asked.
“Yeah we did,” said Rose.
“Nice one, you two,” said Gareath as he grabbed a small rucksack and went into his room so he could chuck some of his clothes into the rucksack, as he was doing it, he said, “go and get some clothes you two, it may be a while before we come back here.”
Outside Paul said, “As Digital Systems now owns the entire stadium and car-parks which I think are going to be converted into an area where war zones can happen without the cops coming in mob handed and it can be made safe. I think we may cover the entrance to Gareath’s home and move it so no one can find it and only a few people know where it is.
Very soon Abbey saw the three approaching from the area Gareath had disappeared. Paul made sure the comm. system was off before they approached and the three smiled at Rose and Sym, who both smiled back.
When the three had reached Paul, Abbey and Clare, Gareath said to the pair, “Let me introduce, Paul, Clare, and Abbey, the friends I told you about.”
“Hello,” they both said.
Abbey then asked, “May I enquire which one of you two is Rose and which is Sym,” as they pair were identical twins, “and may I also ask as to how old the two of you are?”
Rose, who had short brown hair, said, “I’m Rose and we are 15 as of next month.”
“Oh, that means a Gangrel party to be organised,” said Clare in response to Rose’s statement.
Arrick thought said to Clare, “Gangrel Party, this sounds like fun.”
Clare thought said to Arrick, “They are, I think the last Gangrel party was The End of Exams Party held at the Paul and Sandra’s this year. Yes the same party Nibs came out,” and Clare smiled.
Paul then said, “Shall we head back for the club and chat in comfort rather than here.”
“Now that’s an idea,” said Clare.
“And as you are now a member of the Gangrel Hunters,” said Paul, “I want to see what type of material I have to work with in you, Gareath.”
“Do you two want to ride with me?” Paul asked Rose and Sym,
“Type of material to work with?” asked Gareath.
“Yeah, I’ll let Abbey explain on the way back,” replied Paul.
“Get in,” said Abbey.
As Gareath climbed into the passenger’s seat Gribbloath landed on the dash board and smiled at Gareath and thought said to Abbey and Clare, “I wonder how the twins will take seeing the fairies.”
“No idea, all we can do is to be there for then when they do see. We have no idea as to what material we have, we may have a pair of strong willed people, who accept all things at face value,” Clare replied.
Abbey then started the FAV, she said, “Yeah, what Paul means is that he is training both me and Clare to become tattoo warriors, and that offer is open to all members of the Hunters. You said something about a steep learning curve earlier, when we get back, be prepared for a few shocks.”
“Oh, in what way, shock, this don’t exactly sound too good,” Gareath said.
“Wait and see. How much martial arts training have you had?” Abbey then asked as she followed Paul as he pulled out of the car-park and headed towards CW9 junction 8.
“A bit, I know the two main rules of martial arts, ‘never attack, always defend’ and ‘when sparing fight with open hand and hit lightly,” Gareath replied.
“Right,” said Abbey, “you can forget both of those rules, all of the Gangrels are trained as a part of the basic training we undergo at command to street fight, which has a very simple rule, ‘forget the rule book, anything goes.”
“What,” said Gareath.
“When we get back to the club, you will see Tina, Sandra, Nibs and others fight and spar at full speed, full power, closed fist, the reason for this is that when we have to go close quarters with enemies, we have two options, kill or be killed. It is that simple. Remember that normally we try not to get into close combat as it means that we have exposed ourselves to undue danger and also the possibility of capture by the enemy. Both me and Clare know if we had been awake when we had been captured by the slavers, we would not have been captured as both of us would have either escaped or we would have killed each other before we were. Me and Clare are partners on the battle field, I watch her back, she watches mine, since then we have become far more than partners, I now see Clare as the sister I never had, and I should have had a sister, she died a couple of days after she was born due to heart failure, and I know Clare thinks the same about me, Clare doesn’t exactly have a family other than the Gangrels, as her parents were both alcoholics and spent more time drinking than they did looking after Clare.”
“Doesn’t she mind you tell me?” asked Gareath.
“No, if she was sat here, she would tell you herself, we learnt a few years ago that having secrets from members of your unit, can lead to the destruction of the unit, and that did happen to the previous unit me and Clare ran with, the unit leader had a secret that caused him to compromise the security of the unit which led to it destruction on the field of battle, Mystique who was also involved in the battle rescued the two of us from certain death. We made a promise to each other then that we would never have secrets between us,” replied Abbey
* * * * * *
Paul asked the pair, “Before I ask a certain question allow me to better introduce my self and also explain a few things, that Gareath forgot to mention, but he was right in 95% of what he said to the two of you. May I ask what corporation your family worked for?”
“BA Cargo,” Sym said from the back of the FAV as Paul turned onto CW9.
“I guess you two don’t recognize me,” Paul then said as he accelerated and indicated to join the CW.
“No,” said Rose.
“I’m Paul Delimetry, ex Chairman and chief exec of Digital systems.”
“What you are the Chair of Digital systems?” exclaimed Rose.
“Yeah, I was until a few weeks ago, I now fight to keep Darra Von safe from things that would hurt and enslave the planet. Let me fill in the blanks, the three of us heard what Gareath said to you two, what he said about me, Abbey and Clare belonging to a group trying to keep the planet safe from people that would place all youths who lived like the three of you in to homes, is true, the only difference, is that in those homes you would be slaves, not the free people you are now.”
“How did you get involved in this?” asked Sym in a shocked tone.
“How, lets just say me and eleven others, five of which you will meet in a short while, have a mission and that is to prepare for the coming of a force that will destroy and make sure our home is never threatened again, and as a part of that mission I help and train people like you to fight and as Gareath said, become better. Have you heard of the Gangrels gang?”
“Yes, they are a bunch of people who help other gangs when they are having problems with other gangs,” said Rose, “We both watch the battle yesterday from the free fire zone and heard the words, the Gangrels and the Aces.”
“Yes that is true, Abbey and Clare are both members of the gang and have spent the last few weeks forcing one of the local corporations to change its mind over a certain matter of wanting to seize control of an area the city, with out first talking to the people they were about to effect.”
“What the Wacker Incident,” Sym said.
”Yeah that,” responded Paul, “I too was heavily involved in the fighting.”
For the rest of the journey Paul told the pair about a few of the battles he was involved with during the Wacker Incident.
* * * * * *
When the group arrived back at the club, the group all gathered together and walked towards the armoury, where Paul led Rose, Sym and Gareath to the window and asked Ann, who was Benny’s number two in the armoury, “What is the situation concerning lockers,?”
“Why, Paul?” Ann asked in retort.
“I have here three new recruits that need lockers and they also need to be fully equipped and prepared, and two of them also need cases to place the weapons they currently have into.”
“Arh, ok. All the lockers are fully equipped with Black Light armour cases,” Ann said.
“Thanks,” said Paul, and then he turned to the pair and said, “Would you mind giving those to Ann as she looks after all the fire arms,”
”Yeah no worries,” said Sym and placed the United Tech Systems T100 SMG on the counter, which was closely followed by Rose’s Trig 27b SMG.
“Right you three, are you ready to start to become better and more able to help in the rescue of Jackie?” Abbey asked
“Yeah,” all three said, both Rose and Sym had big beaming smiles.
“Right then follow me,” Paul said and asked Ann, “Which lockers?”
“Eleven, twelve and thirteen are now free, we’ve reset the armour to the defaults.”
“Ok, thanks Ann,” said Paul and turned to the three and said, “follow me and let’s get you three ready.”
Paul led the three to the lockers and found eleven, twelve and thirteen, Gareath opened eleven and saw two cases. Paul said, “take the large one out.” Then Clare and Abbey walked over carrying their armour cases with them, also Claire, Hell Bright and Ithian walked into the area so that they too could get ready for the sparing session, that was about to take place in the main club itself.
Clare saw the three and said, “Hi, Claire, hi Hell Bright, and hi Ithian.”
Claire responded, “Hi Clare, Abbey, Paul and new ones.”
“Yeah, our first recruits,” said Abbey and gave Sym a quick mess of her long hair.
Which brought, “Ow, stop that, it takes me long enough every morning without someone messing it up.”
“Sorry,” said Abbey.
“Shut up, you lot,” said Paul and helped Rose and Sym get the large armour cases down. Gareath had already opened his and was looking at it.
“First thing,” said Paul, “is that this is uni-sex we all change here, and as the armour requires body heat to work properly, you had better get undressed and put the black rubber suit on, when you’ve done that me, Clare and Abbey will take you through the next steps.”
“Ok,” all three said and started to undress.
Gareath then asked, “Including underwear?”
“Yes,” replied Clare, “Including undies,” and Gareath looked towards where Clare and Abbey were standing and saw that both of them were 100% naked and where pulling up the black outer skin, he looked away rather embarrassed as he could feel a stirring as the last time he had seen a naked female was the day before Jackie had vanished.
Gareath then felt someone touch him on the shoulder and he heard a male voice whispered in his ear, “You shouldn’t be troubled by things like that for a while.”
To which Gareath realised that the stirring had gone, he then turned and said, “How?”
Claire walked up as she was inserting one of the ceramic plates into the back section of her armour and said, “Me, Hell Bright and Ithian can all cast spells, and I think you may have just received a control cantrip,” and Claire looked at Ithian, who nodded ‘yes’.
Sym who was stood next to Gareath had just pulled the black second skin up and found it to be a bit big for her, said, “This don’t fit,”
“Yes it will,” said Clare, “pull the top over your head and wait and see.”
When Sym, Gareath and Rose had done just that, Clare, Abbey and Paul all showed the three new recruits to the cause, how and where to insert the ceramic plates. When the last one was inserted Sym realised that the second skin now fitted her like a glove.
“This feels strange,” Rose said.
“In what way, strange,” said Claire.
“It’s difficult to describe. It feels like I have a layer of,” and Rose then scratched her head trying to think of the term she wanted.
“Water,” said a voice in her head.
“Yes, it feels like water,” Rose said, “did anyone else heard that?”
“Hear what,” said Gareath.
Claire smiled and said to both Rose and Sym, “I’ll explain in a sec, but be ready for a few surprises over the next few hours.”
“Ok,” both Sym and Rose said.
When Gareath had inserted the last plate and was ready, everyone turned, walked out of the area between the two banks of lockers, turned left and walked towards the opening in the back wall of the armoury.
Claire tapped Rose and Sym on the shoulder and indicated to them to slow down and smiled when Paul turned. Paul realised that both Claire and Hell Bright were about to explain some of the things he could, but would have probably scared the pair in the process.
* * * * * *
“What you heard back then is Hell Bright, she is mute and communicates with the use of something we,” and she indicated, herself, Hell Bright and Ithian, “call magick, it allows us to do things like this and Claire suddenly disappeared and then after a few seconds of Rose and Sym looking for her, reappeared on the other side of the pair.
Sym stuttered, “Yyyouuu, were on that side,” and she indicated the left hand side, “how did you get there?”
“By magick,” replied Claire, who then thought said to Charrbrr, “Can you ask Abbey and Clare who’s been gifted as I’ll temporarly gift them if no one has.”
“Ok,” thought replied Charrbrr, who flew off in the direction of Abbey and Clare. Claire listened to Abbey’s answer, and then saw Charrbrr fly back to her shoulder.
When Charrbrr had returned, both Hell Bright and Claire stopped Rose and Sym and Claire cast True Sight upon the pair and set the expiry time for a week.
When Rose and Sym saw the fairies hovering above both Claire and Hell Bright shoulders and then they saw the pair’s eyes, Claire’s solid gold and Hell Bright’s solid silver colour. Rose said, “Your eyes and the,” and Rose paused whilst trying to think of the word.
Sym said, “Fairies, that’s what they are Rose, they are fairies.”
Rose then said as the group started to walk again, “How come.”
“No one knows, Ithian has suggested one theory, it is likely to be a combination of things, the bloody ceremony we conducted last week combined with the open rift and the then closing of the rift. That is slightly more likely as the rift was throwing off some powerful pulses of Magick, and the differences in the ritual we conducted combined with the power drew the fairies and pixies to us and gave them the ability to remain invisible unless people know they are there,” responded Claire, “one of our number has the gift people and I will make sure she sees you both.”
“Thank you,” Sym said.
“Yeah,” replied Rose as the group entered the main club floor.
A quick look around the main room told Claire that everyone in the room knew about the conspiracy “His tattoos are similar to the ones to I have on my body and the ones on Clare’s and Abbey’s. They allow me to do things like this,” and she tapped her upper left arm and suddenly a raven was created which landed on the back of a near by chair, it then disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. “I think we had better go and sit down, and I will tell you how I became involved and learnt I could do things like this, and you can watch the people practice.” When the group had sat down Charrbrr and Vitanna landed on Sym’s and Rose’s shoulder and they both said, “Hello Sym and Rose, it is good to meet and chat with you.”
“Ok,” both Sym and Rose said.
In one of the rings was, Angel who was fighting Abs, hovering above the ring was Rijuulm and Far-Britta. In another was Nibs, Jum, Sandra and Tina all of them where going toe to toe with each other and it was difficult to see the moves the four were using, perched on the first floor teir railing was the four fairy companions. In the third ring had just climbed Jaboc, Clare and Abbey who teamed fought Jaboc, in the forth ring was Sharra and Nicole who had just started to fight.
Claire said to the pair, who’s faces where utter shock at what they were watching, “What you are watching is practice, we all fight full power, full speed. You see the four person battle?”
“Yeah,” said Rose.
“Each one of them is strong enough to take chunks out of concrete pillars,” and Claire demonstrated by making a 7inch circle with her hands.
“Feck,” said Sym, “you are kidding?”
“No I’m not, I’ve seen Jum, the only male in the that ring, axe kick an inch thick piece of solid marble and break it in half, Nibs put her foot through the back of a stone throne,” said Claire, “These are as much my family as my real mum, dad, two brothers and two sisters, my oldest brother works as Jaboc’s personal assistant and is thinking of working part time on the security staff here at the club.”
“Let me tell you both how I learnt about this. I don’t know how much you know, but you look like this is totally new.”
“It is, until a few hours ago, me and Rose where thinking about trying to survive with out Gareath being around, we both thought he had been picked up by the police and taken away,” Sym said.
“That the first thing to understand that by being here, you are now amongst friends who will always be there for you, to support you and to help you, but back to how I became involved. Until a few weeks ago I was attending a local city run high school and was one of the main targets for the school bullies. I mean it got to a point a couple of months back when I thought very seriously about killing myself, that was until I met and chatted with Nibs, for some unknown reason she gave the will to go on. Then on the 16th of Auar, one day before the second anniversary of my mum’s disappearance or to be more accurate her kidnapping and enslavement to one of the many nasties. I went to school as per normal, a few of the bullies started a whispering campaign that got too much, I ran, I didn’t care that it was pouring with rain I just need to be with people who understood, and those people I realised were Nibs, Sandra, Tina, Abs and Paul. I semi ran and walked the 10 miles back to where they lived. When I was about half way home, and I had to stop and sit down because I had, what I thought at the time was, a vision, only later did I actually learn that it was a message being sent by my mum from where she was being forced to work as a slave to one of the nasty groups that want to take over this planet and enslave the entire population. When I got to where the Vixen’s lived I had a dream and was shown things in that dream that told me a few things, but also posed more questions. Later that evening after I went home I was told that the person whom I knew as step mum was actually my real mum, both her and Duggie, my dad, thought it better that she didn’t become mum as she had spent quite a few years after I and my brother had been born working away from us as a PA to one of the Rotork VPs. I went to school the next day, only to have Nibs and the Vixen’s come to the school and give the bullies a real talking to, I then hit the main bully and because of that I got expelled, I didn’t care I had friends who care for me. That afternoon I was invited to join the Gangrels and the Vixens. That day was also Nibs’ 18th birthday and the group had organised a party to celebrate, we went to a posh restaurant and then came here to watch Richard C have a street fight with Surabon, after Richard had beaten Surabon he told us about the Conspiracy, most of the group already had an understanding about it and it didn’t come as a shock, but the morning afterwards the Wacker Incident started. As all the Vixens are ghosts as well as Gangrels we volunteered to help in the war, and that day I went on my first conspiracy operation which was to rescue Ithian, who is now teaching me and Hell Bright to become Line Walkers, or as some people would call us, Mages or Witches. In a few weeks I am going to be attending the Academy, the college set up by the conspiracy to train the elite ghosts in how to fight and beat the evil. I know at some point in the future me, and the Vixens will rescue mum from the clutches of Rotork Theaban, the now rulers of Naban. Most of the AAA corporations are run and controlled by really nasty forces that if given the chance.”
“Would enslave and try and dominate the world,” said a late twenties woman as she approached the group, she grabbed a chair and sat down and said, “Hi Claire, and hi to you two, two of newest members to the conspiracy.”
“Hi Jane,” said Claire, “ allow me to introduce Jane C, the chair and chief exec of Corporate Enterprises and the person who taught me the basics of street fighting.”
“Thank you Claire, I over heard you telling the new people your story and thought I might as well come and tell them the rest of the history and offer the same to them as I did to you when you joined, and I think you are being called,” said Jane
As Hell Bright and Damieel signalled for Claire to join them in the rings.
“Can I take it that you can see the Fairy companions for a short while at least?” Jane asked.
“Fairy companions?” questioned Rose.
“Yes companions, a couple of days ago, all of the young people you see down there were involved in the final battle of the Wacker War and due to a Nexus, which is somewhere were two or more Ley Lines cross, being at the site. Someone had opened a Rift in time and space and whilst it was being closed the fairies and four pixies were drawn from a know fairy community to certain members. The fairies were given a special ability of not being seen by those not in the know, and The Vixens, who are made up from six pairs of partners along with and Abbey and Clare and four other people who are not here at the moment were made true partners.”
“True partners?” asked Sym, “and yes Claire did say something about that battle.”.
“Oh, ok. Yes, true partners, let me explain. Sandra and Nibs are partners and they are getting married, its the wrong term for the ceremony they will be involved with next weekend, but it is the simplest way of describing it, they fight side by side, back to back. Due to the power involved in the opening and closing of the Rift, they now can see, hear and know what the other sees, hears and is going to do or is thinking about, the partnership I think also extends to their fairy companions, Blackie and Pixie, as well,” said Jane, “I hope this is making some sense to the pair of you, I was told this in a similar way by Ithian, but I have the advantage of understanding what may have gone on during the closing.”
“I see fourteen fairies down there,” said Sym.
“Yes fourteen fairies or to be more accurate seven pairs,” responded Jane, “The other partner pairings are, Clare and Abbey, Jum and Wong, Abs and Tina, Paul and Claire, Hell Bright and Ren, and Angel and Damieel. When Sandra finishes I’ll ask her to gift you both the gift of true sight so you will be able to see the fairies all the time and also see other things humans, due to up-bringing, are blind to.”
“I have one more question,” said Sym, “I guess this has been going on for a while, yes?”
“Yes, over 11,000 years,” replied Jane, “It’s world wide, and over the next few months and years you will be asked to fight things that if the general public knew about would cause hysteria and panic, which would, in all likelihood destroy the world.”
“Paul said that he was one of twelve people charge with preparing for the arrival of a force that will destroy the things that want to enslave us,” Rose said.
“I am also one of the twelve and have been for the last 300 years, Nicole, Richard, Sarah, and Kev we are all members of the twelve and our job is to fight and support the force that will come. Now can I ask you something?” Jane said
“Yes,” both Sym and Rose answered.
“I guess you have never been taught how to street fight?” Jane asked.
“No, until this morning the closest we ever came to a gun let alone a street fight was seeing one in a shop window, our mum and dad, didn’t exactly like us watching action films,” Rose said.
“Well then let me offer you the same as I offered Claire and that is to teach you the basics of street fighting, Paul may be a master of the Black Karzzar fighting arts, but he’s not that good at teaching the basics, he does assume that people have an basic understanding of street fighting,” Jane said, “and the first lesson for you two is for you to see what weapon you want to use when and if you have to partake in a street fight.”
* * * * * *
Earlier when Claire was telling Rose and Sym about how she joined, stood outside the ring, was Gareath and Paul and Blackie, Pixie, and Zarribrr flew over from their perch, both of whom were watching Nibs, Jum, Tina and Sandra practice. Paul said to Gareath as they watched the four man fight, “They all are fighting full power, as close to full speed as they can, as both Nibs and Jum can fight a lot faster than Tina and Sandra at this point, but in time even they will be as fast as Jum, Wong and Nibs. See the female with long black hair, she also has similar abilities.”
“God, it’s hard to see what they are doing in there. That’s not normal. What are they?” Gareath asked.
“What they are, they are true adepts, they are faster, stronger, have the ability to withstand greater amounts of physical damage, all their senses are far superior to normal humans, but each one has a different special ability, Abs has better hearing than the others, Tina better sight, Jum when he is threatened has reacts at almost the speed of light, Sandra has the ability to give people the ability to see things that is invisible, Wong, and Nibs, I am not sure, but I know they all have abilities beyond each of the others. The only rule they have is that when they are practicing, once you get hit, you leave the circle,” and at this Tina receives a flat hand strike from Jum that she didn’t block or dodge and was forced back due to the impact. She then took a couple of steps back and stood at the edge of the ring.
Tina then rubbed the impact site and crouched down, only to be joined after a couple more minutes by Sandra who had just received a spin kick from Nibs, which caused her to spin to the floor, where she landed on her front, in the correct method of landing which was to use her hands to cushion the impact. She too joined Tina at ring side. Nibs and Jum then took the speed up a notch and also whipped out their weapons and started to use weapons as well as feet, fists and the rest of their bodies.
Gareath just stood on the outside of the ring in utter shock at the speed and the fact that it looked like Nibs was using blades and Jum a full length staff to try and what he thought was kill each other, “Are they trying to kill each other?”
Pixie and Blackie both took to the air and flew to Sandra’s shoulders as she moved around the ring and crouched to the left hand side of Gareath, “No,” said Sandra, “this is how we practice, it’s the only way you will get better, is to know that if you make a fuck up that you are going to get hit and hurt, and the kick Nibs gave me hurt, and I know I will have a bruise, but I also know that I was concentrating to much on what Jum was doing, I need to concentrate on everyone equally not just one person.”
“How fast where you lot going, and how fast are they going now, because it looks a lot faster now you and Tina are no longer involved?”
“Roughly twenty moves, blocks and dodges a second when me and Tina where involved, now its close to forty to fifty moves a second.”
After another ten minutes of Nibs and Jum fighting they both separated and all four combatants bowed to each other, and then Nibs said to Sandra, “No hard feelings hun I hope?”
“No, none, I need to learn and I know where I fucked up, I was concentrating on Jum and not on the entire battle,” Sandra replied, as Nibs kissed Sandra and Daraus who was laying in the middle of the four rings, walked over to Nibs’ heel and as Nibs jumped down, the rest of the group followed, Nibs turned and grabbed Daraus and placed him on the floor.
Nibs then saw Sharra walk in leading a small group of staff from the club, “Our class has arrived, Jum, shall we go and give them the first lesson in handling disruptive punters?”
“Yeah, lets.” said Jum.
“Right,” said Paul, “You ready for your first lesson in street fighting Gareath?”
“Yeah, I think so,” replied Gareath.
Jane called, “Sandra can I have a quick chat with you please.”
Sandra heard Jane call her and walked over to where Jane and two more new people were sat. “Hi Jane,” said Sandra.
“Hi Sandra, allow me to introduce,” responded Jane, “I’m sorry, Claire didn’t tell me your names.”
“I’m Rose,” replied Rose.
“And I’m her twin sister Sym,” replied Sym.
“Both members of the Hunters,” said Jane.
“And therefore as members of the hunters you should have the gift of true sight,” said Sandra.
“They both do, but due to Claire casting the True Sight spell,” responded Jane.
“Ok, let me make it permanent then,” said Sandra and then she asked, “May I have one of your hands please.” Both Rose and Sym allowed Sandra to take their hands and Sandra then said, “A gift from me to you Rose and you Sym, the gift of True Sight.”
They both said, “Thank you.”
* * * * * *
“Ok, with that out of the way, my first question is how much street fighting have you done and do you have a preferred weapon?” Paul asked.
“I’ve been involved in a couple of bar fights, and I’ve not got a specific weapon I like using,” Gareath replied.
“Ok, I think we will start with some unarmed combat training and then progress onto weapons.”
“Can I ask you a question Paul?” Gareath asked.
“Yeah,” replied Paul.
“You don’t wear the armour everyone else is, why?”
“Because I relay on my tattoos to provide me with protection,” and he tapped a suit of armour and was surrounded in a shimmer, “Now try and hit me, when I hit you I will hit you closed fist but I won’t hit you with anywhere near my full strength, other wise you will be having your first flying lesson as well. How much other fighting, other than bar fighting, have you done?”
“A little, I use to run with a few people who thought it fun to hit and thump others in the group.”
“Right, now attack me with everything you have, and listen to mine, Tina’s and Sandra’s comments on your style, your methods, etc. Over the next few months you will get more formal training from me, but now I want to see how good you are.”
Gareath moved fists ready and he lashed out a few punches, which Paul block and dodged, then Paul came at him, the first couple of fist attacks, Gareath just about blocked, but when Paul swept kicked his knees out he landed on the floor on his back with a thump and just about got his arms to cushion the blow.
Richard and Kev wandered over from sitting chatting at one of the tables on level one and stood watching Paul and Gareath. Wong, along with Meellium flying just about her head, walked up behind Richard and tapped him on the shoulder and said, “When a ring becomes free, you and me, Richard?”
“Would you mind making it a three way?” Kev asked
“Yeah, if you think you can handle a full adept,” said Wong.
“I think so,” replied Kev.
* * * * * *
After spending twenty minutes in the ring, Gareath had landed a few blows on Paul, but to Gareath he seemed to be spending more time either blocking and dodging attacks or ending up on the floor, Gareath said, “Enough Paul, you could take on an entire bar and win Paul, more often than not when a brawl starts, I think about leaving rather than getting involved in it.”
“Ok, Gareath, but have you learnt something?” Paul asked.
“I think I have, and that is fight as a team not individually you survive longer,” Gareath replied as the two combatants bowed to each other then jumped down, only to have Wong complete a standing somersault into the ring, which brought a shocked expression to the face of Gareath.
Walking around the ring side towards Paul and Gareath was Abbey, Clare and Jaboc, both Arrick and Gribbloath were flying on either side of the pair at shoulder height, Abbey said to Clare, when Wong had executed the somersault, “Impressive.”
“Tell me about it,” replied Clare, “You couldn’t do that could you?”
“Yeah I could if I could get the height on the initial jump and practiced the somersault,” replied Abbey.
Wong’s entrance was soon followed by Kev and Richard who both jumped into the ring. Kev’s hands went behind his back and when he brought them out he was wearing a pair of gloves, he flicked and closed his fists, suddenly four razor sharp blades extended from the knuckles and locked out. Richard took his short staves out and said, “Shall we dance.”
“Yes lets,” said Kev, then Wong bowed to both Paul and Kev and before she had returned to the standing position she executed a spin kick against Kev’s head, which Kev blocked against the back of his left glove, in response to the attack Kev said, “Bloody hell.”
“I did try and warn you,” said Wong.
“You did at that,” said Kev as he went to back Wong and blocked an attack from Richard.
* * * * * *
Jane, Rose and Sym had spent the last thirty minutes going through the basics of attack and defence and had decided to take a break from it, the three went and sat down and one of the few ushers that were on duty in the main club walked over and asked, “Would the three ladies like some water?”
Rose replied, “Please,” and then said to Jane, “I’m impressed, very nice.”
Sym also replied, “Yes, thanks,” and nodded her agreement at what Rose had just said.
“I know, Jaboc owns and runs the Club, everything you see on this side is his doing, we have nothing to do with it, other than Jaboc provides the facilities to the conspiracy forces as and when we need it.”
“Madam?” The usher asked Jane.
“Yeah, thanks,” replied Jane and the usher departed heading for the open bar.
The usher returned just in front of Clare, Abbey and Jaboc and a short time later Paul and Gareath walked over, as they approached each person grabbed a chair from the nearby tables and sat down. Arrick and Gribbloath both landed on the closest shoulder and smiled at the people present.
When Paul and Gareath had sat down, Jaboc said, “I’ve sorted out the accommodation for you lot, and also sorted out your Conspiracy pass cards.”
“So can I ask the two of you, have you learnt something?” Paul asked Rose and Sym.
“I have,” replied Rose.
“Yeah me too,” Sym said.
“And before you even think about starting them on something new Paul, I think the girls have had a enough for one day, I was going to go to the armoury and let them see what close combat weapons we have currently in,” Jane said as Paul opened his mouth to say something.
“I wasn’t going to say anything about starting them on new stuff, I was going to say shall we head for my Tattoo Parlour and chill for a while.”
“Ok,” Jane apologised. Just then Sarah walked over with a concerned look on her face. “What’s wrong Sarah.”
“We’ve just tested out three new units and the commander of one of the two I was deploying to the South Klebge district has just lost its leader, and the number two, even though she is respected by the unit, its thought she is not ready to command the unit,” Sarah said.
“How many men in the unit?” asked Clare.
“Ten, including the now dead leader,” replied Sarah.
“We’ll command the unit, until you can find someone to replace him,” suggested Abbey, “It will allow Rose, Sym and Gareath the chance to see first hand how a Gangrel unit works and it will allow us the chance to sort a slight problem South Klebge has at the moment.”
“Is that problem called the Protectors?” asked Sarah.
“Yeah, how did you know?” asked Clare.
“I do read the intelligence reports, especially the one produced after the human intelligence operation. They are one of the reasons why I was deploying the units to the area,” said Sarah.
“Hang on,” said Jane, “Didn’t Gary command a unit before he joined the Vixens, or did I read that wrong in the information you supplied Intelligence when you put the Vixens forward for selection to the Academy.”
“Yeah he did,” responded Sarah, when what Jane was intimating dawned on her, “and he wants to get back to command as well, but I don’t know what his plans are , I’m not sure if he would be willing to command a unit based south of the river, as he does live on the north side.”
“Ask him, you never know,” said Jane.
“Back to the Protectors, Central wants us to either eliminate or force them to join, plus the operation also forwards my long term plan to make the Gangrels a more recognized gang rather than one that does exist but doesn’t,” Sarah said, “and your offer is appreciated Abbey but its better as the unit has only just tested out and even the smallest risk of them finding out about the conspiracy is to high in the new units, they need to find there feet in the Gangrel Order of Battle, but when the strike does go in, definitely operate in conjunction with the new units. I was also thinking about asking certain elements of the Vixens to support as well, namely Abs, Tina, Hell Bright, Claire and maybe Nibs if the want to just to provide long range support to the assault and to provide direct assault support as we have no idea of who is in command, all we know is the leader’s name,” Sarah said.
“Yeah we know his name, from the human Intelligence operation and today’s operation into the area, we were asked to bring back to the straight and narrow one of the club’s mechanics son,” said Abbey.
“Shall we adjourn to the Tattoo Parlour,” suggested Paul.
“Yeah lets, it’s our second home,” said Abbey.
The group including Jane then got up and walked to the Armoury and changed back into the clothes they had worn earlier. After which Paul, Jane, and Jaboc both took the new ones on a tour of the Club’s surface facilities, which included Jaboc showing the new ones their apartments which were grouped in the
North East corner of the floor, Jaboc then left the group, and Paul showed Rose, Sym and Gareath a quick way of getting from the South Wing to the North Wing, which was straight across the roof past the glass dome of the main club.
When they had all crossed the roof and as the weather was changing from a relatively good day into what looked like a wet evening, the group entered, what the sign on the door said was ’Paul’s Tattoo Parlour’, Paul said, “Welcome to my humble Tattoo Parlour, I not only tattoo Magickal Tattoos, but I am also a qualified tattooist as well.”
The inside of the Parlour measured nineteen metres by twelve, dominating the middle of the room was a couple of dentist style chairs with trays attached to the sides. around the all the edges was a long work bench under which was cupboard space. On the top of the work bench were small shelves which contained small pot of inks. Under the bench in the north west corner was a large metal safe. The walls above the benches were covered in pictures and artwork most of which was incredibly intricate and beautiful. Also round the sides were a few office chairs.
When the group had entered Jane who was last in closed the door, at which Paul said, as he sat on the work bench and said, “grab your selves a seat, I don’t care where you sit, bench tops, seats or the floor.”
Gareath who with Rose and Sym were joined in looking at the artwork on the walls by Arrick, whilst Gribbloah sat on Abbey’s shoulder, said, “This artwork is beautiful.”
“Thank you Gareath,” Paul said, “Most of it is my work, stuff I’ve either drawn or work, I’ve been commissioned to tattoo on people. Rose, Sym, Gareath as members of the Gangrel Hunters I am more than happy to inscribe Magickal Tattoos on you, the only thing I will sat is that I will limit the number you receive to six as going beyond that number you will become a Tattoo Warrior like me, and if in the future you discover that you have the ability to channel spells in what ever form it will effect the potency of your spell casting.”
“That a good point,” said Jane, “you three should go and have Ithian run a magick usage test, it will inform us if you have the ability to channel magick.”
“One problem if they can, Ithian will be leaving for the Academy in a couple of weeks, when the Vixens leave,” said Paul.
“No, Sharra is also a mage, trained by Ithian the last time he visited,” Jane replied.
“Oh, I hadn’t realised that we had more Mages in the Conspiracy,” Paul replied.
“Come on you have been kind of out of the loop Paul, running Digital Systems,” Jane said.
“True I have,” replied Paul.
Gareath who was looking at the art work, asked Paul, “Can you Tattoo effectively anything?”
“Within reason, yes,” replied Paul.
Rose asked, “What is that, it looks like a weapon, but I’m not sure?”
Paul slid off the bench and walked over and looked at what Rose was pointing at, “It is, it’s a dual headed sword staff. Only a few people have truly mastered it and my Black Karzzar master was one of them, the figure is him, fighting a Dark Karzzar, my master won the battle.”
“Now that weapon looks like fun to learn,” said Rose.
“It can be, I can teach you the basics of how to use it, but it is also quite a dangerous weapon as to be most effective you constantly spin it,” Paul said.
“What like a majorette?” Rose asked.
“Yeah, like a Majorette’s baton,” replied Jane.
“Oh, yeah,” Rose said as her face changed to a happy one, “That is my weapon, I use to be a majorette, I won first place in the National Surra Championships a couple of years ago.”
“Ok,” said Paul, “Do you want me to Tattoo it so you always it with you, as that weapon can be difficult to conceal.”
“Ok,” replied Rose looking kind of strangely at Paul.
“Most of the guys downstairs, carry small weapons or ones that can be used in other ways, Wong’s weapon is a good example, it officially is two half staffs joined by a chain, not an easy weapon to conceal normally, but its been designed so each end fits together and creates a full length staff, which I’ve seen Wong use as a walking staff,” said Jane, “Take Nibs’, Richard and Tina, they all use short staves which they carry strapped to their upper legs. Claire is another example, she uses this weapon,” and Jane looked at Paul asking can I take a picture down.
“Yes you can,” replied Paul.
Jane took one of the pictures down and brought it over to the three where she pointed the weapon out to them, “Except she has a magickal tattoo of one, which means she always has it with her.”
“Arh I understand now,” said Rose, “Please Paul.”
“No problem, We won’t start now, as I do want to teach all three of you the meditative techniques which I used when I received my first few Tattoos.
When the group had entered the Parlour, Clare and Abbey had rolled up a joint and they both had sat and smoked a bit of it, Clare then tapped Gareath on the shoulder and offered him the joint, he looked at it and them. Clare realised Gareath had no idea it was a joint and said, “It a cannabis joint Gareath.”
Gareath smiled and took it and took a long draw on it, he then said, “God do I hate Baccy.”
“What you smoke pure?” Abbey asked as she offered Rose her’s.
“Yeah, when I can afford to,” Gareath replied.
“Well you can now,” said Jane, as she tapped Abbey on the shoulder and asked, “Can I have your tin, I also smoke, but haven’t been stoned for a few years now.”
“What?” Gareath asked.
“One of the Perks of Gangrel membership, is that all members have access to free Cannabis for personal consumption,” Jane replied as she lit a pure Blunt and after a few draws she offered it to Sym.
Rose gingerly took a draw on the joint and coughed her guts up, which somewhat frightened Sym, Abbey said to Sym, “Its natural, everyone does,” when Rose stood up, the face was one of happiness as the chemicals in the hot smoke travelled to the brain and took effect. Abbey then said, “All the Vixens smoke, I think Jum and Wong don’t, but I’m not sure.” Sym then took a draw on the Blunt Jane had passed her earlier and like Rose, had a good coughing fit, but also like Rose her face was one of very much happiness as the coughing died down.
* * * * * *
The rest of the evening was spent chatting and chilling.
Sarah called past a couple of hours later and told Jane that Gary had agreed to command the unit and would be moving to the unit’s command facilities in the area in the next couple of days, she also said that tomorrow both the units would be moving with their arsenals to a couple of the empty buildings at the front of the club tomorrow morning. She also said she would be heading back to command tomorrow as she had to prepare for the weekend’s wedding ceremony, but she would be back on Frodar for the pre-wedding bash at the club.
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Clare, Abbey and Paul go hunting for recruits
Chapter 2 — Hunting — Clare, Abbey and Paul go hunting for recruits
13:09AN both Abbey and Clare woke and laid there under the covers in each other’s arms enjoying the warmth and friendship the two partners and sisters had for each other.
The bedroom of their apartment at the club was a square room measuring seven metres by seven metres, in the corner opposite the door was two large wardrobes and beside it was a dressing table, the bed was situated so when the door opened it provided cover from people coming and also stopped the door from fully opening, on either side of the bed was a small bed side cabinet, on which was an ashtray and their PDAs both in their respective chargers. Sat on the edge of each ashtrays was a full length joint, which the two had made before they had gone to sleep at about 03:30BN the previous night.
Clare reached over to her bedside cabinet and grabbed the joint she had rolled last night and the lighter that sat beside the joint, she then stuck the joint in her mouth and lit it.
Abbey said, “Do you know something hun, I would never had thought, the two of us smoking joints, pipes and bongs.”
“Tell me about it, but with the work Paul has done over the last week I need it,” said Clare.
“I know,” said Abbey and swung her lithe legs over the edge of the bed and grabs her joint and did the same as Clare lit it and took a long draw on it and helds it for a good fifteen seconds before she exhaled the smoke, “I would love to give up the tobacco, it’s the one thing I hate the most being addicted to baccy.”
Beep, beep, beep, went Clare’s PDA, which Clare reached for and looked at who had sent her what. The PDA showed that she had just received a text from Paul.
You two up yet, when you are join me in the Garage. Paul
Abbey turned to Clare and said, “You decided what your next tattoo is going to be?”
“No, have you?” Clare responded and swung her legs out and sat on the edge of the bed as Abbey went through her normal morning routine of stretches and suppleness exercises. “Would you train me to be as supple as you.”
“I have a couple of ideas, and yes I will, so get the hell up and copy me when I run through the exercises. The only thing I will say is that you have to be committed to it, you can not be half hearted about it you must do this every morning when you get up,” Abbey said.
“What’s your ideas then hun?” asked Clare as she joined Abbey running through the exercises and movements as Abbey did them
“I’m thinking of having a some weapons tattooed so even if we ain’t got our close combat weapons we still have them, or having Paul tattoo one of the many animals he knows of.”
After the pair had finished the exercises they both got dressed and walked to the garage where Paul was stood chatting to a couple of the mechanics. The area where Paul was standing was on of the many work zones located around the edge of the garage. Most of the Garage walls in the areas designated as work zones had tool panels and normally all the tools were present unless the person working in the area was using them on one of the many vehicles being worked on. Currently in the Garage was three large light goods vehicle style vans, two of them being converted to mobile surveillance vehicles the other was undergoing a service, and two FAVs one was on a lift and had a couple of workers under the vehicle working on what looked like the drive train.
Paul waved them over and after they had walked over he asked them, “What vehicle or vehicles do you two drive?”
“Mit-bu 600FD Scramble Master,” replied Clare
“A Mit-bu 700X Road bike,” answered Abbey, “Why?” asked Abbey
“You two want an upgrade to one of the FAVs stored here, and Jaboc has agreed to have our unit based here, mind you I also think Sarah is trying to persuade him to start using the underground facilities as a second command centre for the Gangrels,” Paul said.
Both Abbey and Clare looked at each other and said, “Yeah, why not, can we upgrade the FAV to our specifications rather than the standard ones?”
“Yeah,” said one of the two mechanics.
The other mechanic asked, “Can I ask would you be up for bringing my only son back to the straight and narrow?”
“Yeah, why, what’s wrong with him?” asked Clare
“A few months ago he started to run with a group of local kids that from the reports I’ve been hearing have been terrorizing the neighbourhood near where the group leader lives,” the mechanic said.
“Right, where’s the area?” Abbey said.
“South Klerbge,” the mechanic said.
“Have you got an up to date picture of your son so we can try and find him on the street?”
“Yeah, here,” the mechanic said and took out his wallet and then proceeded to remove a picture of him and his son, “It was taken a little over five months ago.”
“That should be good enough,” said Clare and took out her PDA and took a picture of the two and compared the image to the original, “Pretty good quality,” Clare said.
“If Jaboc has agreed to allow us to use the Club as a base, then I say we need to know the area and also what gangs and youth groupings exist in the area,” said Abbey
“And the only way to do that is to hit the streets,” said Clare and Paul, which brought laughter to all present.
“Yeah lets,” said Paul, “Lets go and find you two a new vehicle.”
“Yeah lets,” Clare said and followed Paul towards the down ramp to the second level garage. On route the girls passed on of the work zones that was working on a FAV, it looked as if the mechanics were welding extensions to the wheel arches.
“Paul, who’s FAV?” Abbey asked.
“Jum and Wong’s I think, they have changed the tires and I also think upgraded the handling on it.”
Clare looked at Abbey and nodded agreement to what Clare thought Abbey was thinking about.
When the group walked down the ramp they saw for the first time the second level to the garage, Clare and Abbey just stood at the bottom of the ramp and stared in shock, the expanse measured 200metres from the ramp to the far wall and at least 250metres from wall to wall in the other direction. At regular intervals were concrete posts that held the ceiling Paul turned and led them to where the FAVs where, Abbey and Clare found one which had off road tires on, Paul lifted the entire vehicle and allowed to girls to look at the transmission system, which was four wheel drive.
“Perfect, just a couple of small modifications now, like fitting two winches to it and maybe upgrading the engine a bit. Do you know what the engine is Paul?”
“I think it’s either a 1.6 or 1.7 fuel cell system,” replied Paul.
“Mmmmmm, lets see what it can do, then make the decision as to the upgrade,” said Clare.
“Yeah,” said Abbey, “Do you want to drive or shall I?”
“You drive to start, I’m going to check the Intelligence Database for anything on the gangs and other matters in the area,” said Clare.
“Ok, hun,” responded Abbey and climbed into the drivers seat whilst Clare climbed into the passengers seat and Paul climbed into the gunners chair. Paul checked the safety box for the normal weapons load of a twin GPMG, which was present and it had ammunition in the magazine.
“Clare can you check the box to the left of the dashboard,” asked Paul.
“Ok, why Paul,” asked Clare as she opened the box and found an ISW located there.
“I was just checking the load out, I’m surprised the FAV is armed, they normally aren’t if they are for normal street usage.”
Abbey picked up the hand held microphone, press the send button and said, “Control, Abbey.”
“Control here Abbey, how can we be of assistance.”
“I recognize that voice,” Abbey said, “It that you Angel?”
“Yeah it is Abbey,” Angel said.
“Ok, me, Clare and Paul are about to head out into South Klebge to go hunting for someone, we will keep you informed as to our progress and location.”
“No need on the location, we have the position lock of your digital transmitter.”
“No, it’s a FAV transmitter, so we may be on walk about at times.”
“Ok, Abbey, thanks for the information, can I assume that all of you either have your comm. systems or PDAs?”
“Yeah, we have all got our PDAs,” said Abbey.
“Thanks, it’s logged, chat to you soon, control out.”
Abbey turned the key card and nothing happened, Paul said, “Reset the card, put you foot on the accelerator and then turn the key card and push it in, it’s the combination of foot, and push that fools most people who try and nick an Academy FAV, the other security measures include, a complete engine immobilizer and position lock emergency transmitter located in the engine bay.”
“Nice anti theft technology,” said Clare.
“Yeah I know,” said Paul.
Abbey pulled the FAV out and up the ramp to sub-basement one and then through the workshops and out the back entrance and out onto the main road that ran behind the Club where Abbey turned right and headed towards South Klebge District since the pull back of the Wacker troops had started on Saturday morning the Club had been down graded to a Ops level 3, and Jaboc thought it would not be long before he would be opening the doors again to paying punters, he had said that if Abbey, Clare and Paul wanted some part time work he knew that the head of security, Sharra would be very likely looking for people not frightened of mixing it up the punters if they got out of hand.
Abbey drove the FAV straight down the main road as it ran right through the area they were heading for. Clare used her PDA and found a couple of areas where they could park the FAV and not have problems of people trying to steal it.
The streets of South Klebge did not look very good, about 95% of the refugees that left at the start of the Wacker Incident, as it was becoming known on the streets, had not returned to their homes and businesses, and it was likely that most wouldn’t return. The ones that had gone back were mainly ghosts and a few of the more hardy people. Bags of rubbish overflowed the garbage dumpsters a lot more people sat on the steps leading up to the town houses of the inhabitants. Most street corners had a couple of working girls and guys on looking for punters.
“It looks like the city is paying some serious overtime to it garbage crews,” said Clare as Abbey drove past the fifth garbage truck.
“No, the bulk of them ain’t city garbage trucks, they’re Terraforma’s, I think the city and Wacker Inc are now paying the price of not thinking the entire plan through, because I know Terraforma wouldn’t be doing this with out some major financing from either or,” said Paul.
“It serves them bloody well right,” Abbey said, “for being stupid and allowing Wacker the freedom to do what it did.”
Abbey turned left and approached the car-park entrance they had chosen to use, when Abbey slowed and stopped in front of the kiosk the guy sat inside said, “Six decks please and you only have a couple of hours and then you have to leave and return after an hour.”
Paul lent over and said, “You sure about that rule,” and got out a hundred deck note and gave it with the five deck note and the single deck coin Abbey passed him and both Abbey and Clare look really nicely and smiled sweetly at him.
“Go on them,” he said and took the money, “How long you likely to be?”
“A few hours,” replied Abbey, “We are looking for a few people who are suppose to live in the area.”
“Ok, park the vehicle round the back of the kiosk then,” the car park attendant said.
“Thanks,” called both Abbey and Clare as Abbey slowly manoeuvred the FAV into the bay, and switched off the engine. Both Clare and Paul secured the firearms and checked their own pistols and other weapons in case of Abbey and Clare.
Paul said, “Right shall we then.”
“Yeah lets,” said Clare, and the three walked towards the pedestrian exit, which led them onto 2776th Avenue, “Which way?” asked Clare.
“Lets head for the main shopping area, most youth groups generally hang out in and around those types of areas,” suggested Paul.
“True, they do,” responded Clare, and she looked at her PDA and found a couple of large shopping malls similar in size to the Harlaquinas mall in South Peninsula district. The group turned right and headed towards the main shopping centre of South Klebge. After walking for about ten minutes they approached the main shopping centre which was built around a single road with large multinational department stores viving for customers with smaller independent chains and smaller corporations. The group walked for a further five minutes and approached a small café just before the main shopping precedent started.
Clare thought to herself, ‘I’m hungry and I need a drink,’ and looked around for a café where they could stop and have some food and a coffee. She saw a small independent café, the sign above the large window read Green House Café, on the opposite side of the road. “Guys I need some food and I definitely need a coffee,” she said.
Abbey said in response to Clare statement about coffee, “Yeah so do I.” Paul nodded his agreement to the idea of getting a drink. The group walked the short distance to the traffic lights and waited for them to change and allow them to cross the main road.
When the group was on the same side of the road as the Café, Abbey spotted a group of youths walking towards the precedent which was just behind them, she tapped Clare on the shoulder and pointed to the group, Clare realised what Abbey was thinking and took out, of her jacket pocket her PDA and checked the photo the mechanic had given them earlier. Clare nodded yes to Abbey unspoken question. As the three walked into the café, the youth group walked to the crossing and crossed to the precedent side and went and sat on a couple of the benches that was present at the end of the precedent to allow pedestrians to sit and rest.
The inside of the café was plain with neutral coloured walls, across the back of the open area, which on the right hand side of the front area had stairs leading up to a first floor seating and smoking area, was the serving area. Standing behind which was a couple of early twenties females, one was taking the order of an old couple the other was drying a cup up with a cloth. Above the serving area was the menu board, which showed what was on offer and the prices of the food and drink. The three friends looked up and choose what they wanted to eat.
As they approached the female who had been drying the cup put the cup down and walked over to them and asked, “Can I help?” and looked questionally at the three.
Abbey said, “Yes you can, a white coffee for me.”
Paul then said, “Same for me please.”
Clare then asked, “Are you still serving breakfasts?”
The woman looked around at a gentleman dressed in chef’s whites, who nodded yes at Clare’s question. She then said, “Yes we are madam.”
“Ok, a full cooked breakfast, and a cup of tea please,” Clare said.
“Certinely,” the female said and wrote the order down and handed it to the chef who took it and disappeared into the kitchen area, “The breakfast will be about five minutes.”
“No problem,” said Clare and the three turned and Paul asked, “Upstairs?”
“Yeah, at least we can have a smoke,” responded Abbey, and the three walked the short distance to the stairs and ascended them to the first floor and found a table over looking the main road and the precedent and sat down to wait the arrival of the drinks and Clare’s breakfast.
The upstairs area was very similar to the ground floor area, bland. The floor area contained about fifteen tables and alcoves each table had a menu, ash tray, and general other café items, like a bowl of sugar, salt, and pepper. The front of the café had five large windows which ran almost floor to ceiling, only the top and bottom foot was not window.
When the three were seated they all looked over at the group of youths sat in the precedent.
Paul said, “Any idea as to what the gang is, they all seem to be wearing the same colours?”
“No,” replied Abbey, “But that easy to check,” and she got out her PDA and took a picture of the group and logged on to the Net. Abbey opened the PDA’s NetViewer and logged into the Gangrel’s net site and from there she accessed Central’s Gang afflictions database, and checked the colours of the group against all the listed gangs. Abbey then said, as the waitress who took the groups order walked up the stairs from the ground floor and approached the table, “Its not listed on the database, and I know its updated every time a new gang approaches or updates their details.”
The waitress said, when she had approached, “Two white coffee’s,” and she placed the two mugs in front of Abbey and Paul, “and your breakfast and tea, madam.”
All three said, “Thank you.”
Paul then asked her, “Do you know what gang that group of youths belong too?” and pointed to the group.
“Yeah, they call themselves the Protectors. A lot of the smaller shops and businesses don’t exactly like them much, the chef is a better person to talk to about them,” the waitress said.
Paul said, “Thanks, would you inform the chef that when we have finished we will come down and have a chat with him about them, as we have been asked to look into their activities.”
“No problem, I will tell the chef that,” the waitress said, and departed heading for a dirty table about half way down the right hand wall, as you look at the front windows.
“Interesting,” said Clare as she cut a sausage and dipped the section into the cooked tomatoes and then stuck it into her mouth and eat it.
“Yeah,” said Paul and he took a sip from the mug of coffee, “Nice coffee.”
Abbey used the spoon and scooped a heaped spoonful of sugar into her coffee and stirred it, she them took a sip and said, “Yeah, nice coffee, I will have to ask where they got it from, I wouldn’t mind having a jar in the apartment.”
Clare then took the spoon and scooped half of the spoonful of sugar into hers and stirred it, she then took a sip and scooped some of the beans onto her fork and eat them.
Very soon Clare had finished her breakfast and sat enjoying the hot cup of tea. After about ten minutes the chef walked up from the ground floor and wandered over to where the group was sitting and said, “Pamela said you wanted to have a chat about the Protectors?”
Paul said in response to the chef offer, “We were about to come down and see you.”
“Not to worry, my assistant in the Kitchen turned up and I need to take a coffee break. Would you like another drink, on the house?” Dan, the chef, said.
“Yeah,” responded Paul to the offer, and Dan wandered to the stairs and called down to Sharon, “Same order again plus a Latte for me.”
“Ok,” came the response from downstairs. The chef walked back and took a seat from a nearby table and sat down.
“What do you want to know, and why do you want to know about the Protectors?” Dan asked.
“Why,” replied Clare, “Both myself and Abbey are members of the Gangrels, which operate as the police arm of Central, the controlling body of all gang activity in Suraban.”
“That explains why, now what do you want to know?”
“Anything and everything you know about them,” said Paul, “A friend has a son running with the gang and from what we have been told they are terrorizing the area.”
“Terrorizing the area, is about right, I think most of the small shops and I know most of the small independent business pay protection money to the gang, even me here pays for them not to either wreck the café or fire bomb it. A couple of weeks ago, just after the start of the problems around the Wacker Headquarters, they started to demand money and I heard through the local traders network that five business refused to pay the fees and had their offices fire bombed that night. The local police did nothing to increase security in the areas and the CCTV cameras were either vandalised or deliberately broken before the attacks.”
“Do you happen to know what level of fire power they have access to?” asked Paul.
“No, but from when the ones who come in and get the money every week, they all look like they are carrying cheep 9mm automatic knockoffs, other than that I have no idea what they have access to or the level of training they have,” Dan replied.
Abbey picked up her PDA and hit the back button a couple of times and opened the page that listed current and within the past two months Gangrel contracts, none of the listed contracts indicated any work being done with a gang called the Protectors.
Sharon came up the stairs carrying a tray with four cups on and walked over to the table. Dan asked her, “Do you know the name of the Protectors’ leader?”
“Yeah I do, a friend of my boyfriend runs with the gang, I think he calls himself ‘His Lordship’.” Sharon replied.
“I’ve heard that name before,” said Clare, and opened up the link to the clubs intelligence database and did a search for the term ‘His Lordship’, “Yes I knew I had, do you remember the Human Intelligence we gathered a couple of Saturdays ago in the area?”
“Yeah, I do, why?” Paul replied.
“His Lordship was mentioned by Anna,” replied Clare.
“Oh yeah I remember now,” said Abbey, “It was surrounding the incident with the youth the three from South Harbour were protecting.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” said Clare.
“From what I know from my boyfriend, he’s a real psycho, and he rules the gang like is personal army, it is rumoured that he’s changed some of his gangs in to psychos as well,” Sharon said.
Abbey then spotted that the youth group was on the move, “There moving,” Abbey said.
And the three friends got up and Paul gave Dan a twenty Deck note and said, “Thanks for the drinks and food, and keep the change.”
“Thank you,” said Dan, “And good luck in dealing with the Protectors.”
“They’ll need the luck not us,” replied Clare, and followed Paul and Abbey down the stairs, then towards the front door back and out on to the street only to turn left so they could follow the group.
As Clare disappeared down the stairs, “That’s a first,” said Dan.
“What is?” asked Sharon.
“Oh nothing, just me musing over things, no rest of the wicked. I just hope those two ain’t bitten off more than they can chew,” responded Dan.
* * * * * *
Outside Clare, Abbey and Paul all turned left and slowly followed the group of youths through the precedent, looking in the windows so not to draw attention to themselves. After a while three of the group broke off and headed right and went down an alleyway between two of the large department stores. Abbey quickly checked the map of the area and saw the alleyway head to a large back area where trucks and pickups took place and the three followed the youths down it to the back area behind Tecbos Mall Mart and Carreda department store, as the three approached the loading, which was a large tarmac area with a couple of cars parked and very little other clutter, they saw the three surrounding a man in his early twenties and had him up against the wall of an light industrial unit, they seemed to be chatting to this person, then one of them punched him and he bent over double and another bent down, grabbed his hair and forced his head back up and was having stern words with him.
The three friends looked at the scene and made them selves scarce as they knew it would be better to shut the entire gang down in one fell swoop rather than remove small groups, as it would likely impact on the local community, which as Gangrels they were sworn to help in what ever way they could. When the three had finished extorting money from the gentleman they left the back area and headed back for the main precedent, Paul said to Abbey and Clare, “You two follow them, I’ll find out what happened and the situation here.”
“Done,” both of them said, and returned to the main shopping precedent and continued to follow the youths, who turned right at the end of the precedent and crossed the road and went into one of the small shops slightly up the street from the end of the precedent. Abbey and Clare both walked passed on the other side of the road and continued on to a small independent computer store located on the other side of the service road, and looked in the window and looked started to quietly chat to each other about computers and other technology they could see in the window.
Abbey’s PDA vibrated in her pocket which told her she had received a text message, she took her PDA out and opened the text message, it was from Paul, the text message read that he was just down the street sat on one of the benches. The youth group started down the main road and walked past the precedent and continued down south. The group past the local cinema, Clare and Abbey approached Paul who said, “Go and get the FAV and I’ll follow the group.”
“Ok, text us your location should they stop,” responded Clare.
“Ok,” said Paul who stood and followed the youth group past the cinema and car park, Abbey and Clare headed back through the precedent towards the car park.
* * * * * *
Paul followed the group down a secondary road that ran beside a small corner shop, which two of the group walked into and from what Paul could see was buying some convenience food, after they had bought the food they came out and ran to catch up the rest of the group. Paul stayed well back from them as the walked the streets he saw a couple of the detached and head for a group of females stood on a corner, who looked at they were trying to solicit people into going with them for money. After walking around three kilometres from the junction on the main street that ran past the cinema they approached a large building in the middle of an area of bad lands, with disused houses and a considerable amount collateral damage in the way of burnt out cars and other vehicles.
From where Paul was standing outside a town house and looked as if he was viewing the outside of one a short distance away from the actual borders of the bad lands, he could see that a lot of the houses were also burnt out or had large holes in the walls, none of them had windows in and most of them had some damage to the roofs. He texted Clare and told her where he was. After waiting for about five minutes the FAV arrived driving from the west.
He climbed in and Clare, who was driving drove off in the direction of a local park car park, where they could stop and roll up a couple of joints. The park it self had a couple of football pitches a small kids play area and a couple of clumps of trees, close to the car park was a building that contained the washrooms and changing facilities for the people that used the football pitches. Just on the far side of the building was a bounce ball court and a tension racket court, on which was a couple of people playing.
When they had stopped and rolled the joints, Paul said, “It looks like the Protectors HQ is in the middle of the badlands back there.”
“From your general experience what would you say there training level was like?” asked Abbey and she then lit the joint.
“From my experience, you put a couple of C+ Gangrel units into the badlands with full weapons load and support vehicles, they wouldn’t stand a chance,” Paul replied.
“Oh, that’s a point, do you know what happened to the guy you put to sleep yesterday during the war zone?” asked Abbey, “Both of us thought he may be a useful person to recruit for the unit.”
“I think he still in holding, I think processing had processed half the prisoners from yesterday when we left, he may still be in holding,” said Paul.
Abbey picked up the microphone of the FAV’s Digital transmitter and said, “Control, Abbey.”
“Control here,” came the reply.
Clare said, “That sounds like Nibs.”
“Nibs is that you?” Abbey asked.
“It is Abbey. How can we help?” Nibs asked.
“Who’s still in holding waiting to be processed?” Abbey asked.
“About six people, why?” asked Nibs.
“Is the guy Paul put to sleep been processed yet?” Abbey asked.
“Hang on, I’ll check, can’t you guys get this information on your PDA’s,” Nibs replied.
“We could, but it’s easier to ask you guys, and it saves on the battery life, not down loading data over the satellite link,” replied Abbey.
“He’s being processed now,” said Nibs.
“What’s happening to the people after processing?” asked Abbey.
“I think they are being released,” replied Nibs.
“Can you put a request in to keep him at the Club until we get back, we want to see if he suitable for our unit,” Abbey said.
“Yeah, no problem,” responded Nibs, “Is that everything?” Nibs then asked.
“Yeah, it is, thanks Nibs,” Abbey said.
“We might as well head back to the club, we can’t do much more here,” said Paul.
“True we can’t,” said Clare who stubbed her joint out and flicked the last of it towards the nearest bin and got a perfect shot on the bin.
“Nice shot hun,” said Abbey.
“Thanks,” said Clare as she put her foot on the accelerator, turned and then pressed the key card in to switch the FAV on.
Clare then drove back to the Club via the minor road that ran past the badlands. Both Paul and Abbey looked at the badlands, trying to see if they could see anything that would give them an inclination as to how good the Protectors are on the battle field.
“Not much evidence at all of defences,” said Paul.
“True,” responded Abbey.
When they had returned to the Club via the front entrance and parked the FAV on sub-basement one. Paul showed them to holding where the last two members of the walking wounded Aces were being processed.
As Paul led Abbey and Clare through holding and prisoner processing they entered the main room where Sharra sat behind a desk with a computer on, she was sat there with Sarah sat in the chair next to her and Bret was standing beside the door that led to the interview rooms. The room measured fifteen metres by fifteen metres. Sharra and Sarah looked as if they were wearing Black light armour under trousers and a Club crew cut off t-shirt. Bret was wearing black light and was wearing a pair of urban combat trousers and was also carrying his and Sarah’s baby in the same custom built black light carrier they had used during the war zone. Bret carried a D-300 Assault rifle and what looked like a single eye smart link.
Paul walked up to Sharra and asked, “Where is the person we requested being kept?”
“In interview room three, he currently on his own and looks to be minding his own business,” replied Sharra.
“Good,” responded Paul and showed the two girls to the room next door. The room measured eight metres long by 5 metres wide, and was dominated by a large window that almost ran the length of both the interview room and the observation area. Behind them in another room was Sarah and Gareth who was questioning a prisoner.
The three looked at the guy and saw a small slim person, but even a slim body can have a considerable amount of strength and speed.
Paul asked both Abbey and Clare, “What are your first impressions today of the gentleman?”
“He looks confident he’s done nothing wrong, and his body looks as if it contains a considerable amount of strength,” replied Clare.
“True, it does,” responded Abbey.
“Right you two, stay here and watch,” said Paul, and he left the observation room and walked the short distance from the observation room door to the door that led him into the main interview room, which measured eight metres by eight metres, in the middle of the room was a table and four chairs each one bolted to the solid rock, so they couldn’t be moved or used as weapons. Paul walked in and was looking at the details for the gentleman on his PDA. Paul sat down on the other side of the table and asked the gentleman “Is your name Gareath Rozourn?”
“It is, and you are the fifth person I have told that to. Why am I here? I can’t get an answer out of anyone else,” he asked.
“I must apologise for holding you here, but you intrigued myself and a couple of friends of mine. May I ask why did you attack the two females yesterday evening?”
“Because you were trespassing on my home,” Gareath replied.
“Oops, sorry for that, we didn’t expect people to be living there, if we had known we would have requested that you move out for the duration of the war zone,” Paul said.
“Cut to the bloody chase will you, I want to know why I am still here?”
“Sorry, as I said earlier you intrigued people, your fighting style is very similar to there’s and also mine, and we were wondering if you would be interested in joining a unit the three of us are putting together?” Paul asked.
Back in the observation room Abbey checked the details on Gareath and found out that the age he had given was 17. Clare said to Abbey, “What do you think hun, do you think he would fit in with the overall scheme of the unit?”
“Quite possibly yes, but it would depend on his attitude towards how we see life and the rest of the conspiracy more than anything else.”
Back in the interview room Paul continued, “The unit is an elite unit specifically designed to combat threats not of this world.”
“You have now got my attention,” Gareath said, “Currently how many people in the unit?”
“Currently, three,” replied Paul, but the three are all classified as semi elite on the professional ghost scene,” said Paul.
“Can I take it that if I join I join for life, how ever long that is?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” responded Paul.
“My next question is who would I be taking orders from?” Gareath asked.
“Effectively yourself, but within an overall plan.”
“Ok, so let me get this straight, you are offering me a job for life, I would be effectively my own commander, but within overall objectives,” Gareath said, “What do I get out of it?”
“Quite possibly some of the best training and facilities available to man,” said Paul.
“My next question may sound a bit mercenary but what’s the pay like?” asked Gareath.
“When on active duty 1000decks a week with bonus of 500decks per combat operation.”
“Would I be joining a gang or something?”
“The two girls you attacked yesterday,” Paul started to say.
“Those two were girls,” Gareath said, “Fuck me, I know it weren’t brill lighting, but they looked like men in the gear they were wearing.”
“Ok,” Paul said, “Can I continue,” and Paul smiled.
“Sorry yes.”
“As I was saying, the two girls both belong to the Gangrels gang,” Paul said.
“How about you? You look a bit old to belong to a gang,” Gareath asked.
“I don’t exactly belong to the Gangrels, but I am a Black Karzzar master.”
“I have no idea what one of those is, but it sounds like you must know a few things about combat and the way you handled me says you know a few things. Can you give me five minutes to think about your offer.”
“Yeah no problem,” said Paul and got up and walked towards the door.
“One last question, you spoke of threats not of this world, living on the street as I do, I see and hear things, and I’ve seen some strange things over my short street life, can I take it these threats are not nice and would like to be very nasty to people like me?”
“Yes,” replied Paul.
“Thanks,” Gareath said, and just sat there and thought about what Paul had said and the offer
* * * * * *
Gareath thought, ‘I wonder if this group would help me in my search for my Jackie?’ he then got up and stretched and yawned, ‘Fuck I’m that tired.’
After some four minutes he turned towards the camera located in the corner and said, “I’m in, on one condition that if my Jackie is alive you help me to free her and punish who ever has got her for the crimes they would have probably committed against her.”
In the observation room Abbey, Clare and Paul smiled at the answer, all three of them walked to the interview room door, opened it and walked in. Gareath mouth dropped when he saw the girls who smiled at him.
Abbey said, “Welcome to the Gangrel Hunters Gareath.”
“Understand this what you see and hear from now is not for general public consumption,” said Paul, “As agreeing to join the unit means that you are now no longer just a kid who lives on the street, but a member of a conspiracy that has existed for the last 11,000 odd years.”
“Fuck me,” Gareath said.
“What that was all about was us seeing if you had intelligence to make your own mind up, most people would jump at the chance to use new technology. This unit does and it don’t, all three of us are very much in your face style fighters, who use intelligence, both head and other sources to undertake and complete missions,” said Paul.
“You hungry?” Abbey asked Gareath.
“Now that you mention food, I am,” Gareath replied.
“Right then lets go and get some food,” said Paul, and led the group out of the interview room and as they walked down the corridor towards the processing room, the group bumped into Sarah and Gareth as they walked out of the interview room leading the prisoner who glared at both the girls. The two girls took no notice as Gareth led him towards the prisoner transport bay.
Gareath asked Clare after tapping her on the shoulder, “What going to happen to him now?”
“What’s going to happen to him, is that he is going to be taken home and told, that if he is seen wearing the Aces colours by any member of the Gangrels then they will have the permission and support of both Gangrel Command and Central to remove him from the gene pool permanently,” said Sarah.
“Allow me to introduce Queen Sarah, the leader of the Gangrel Gang,” Abbey said.
Gareath dipped his head in acknowledgement of Sarah.
“Can I take it you have been recruited by the girls to join them in their unit?” Sarah asked Gareath.
”Yes ma’am, I have,” Gareath responded.
“Well then, welcome to the Gangrels, and I hope to see you at the next Gathering. You lot heading for the canteen?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah, we are,” said Paul.
“Let me drop this information off in control and I will join you for food,” Sarah responded.
The group walked down the tunnel that led from the processing area to the medical facility located under one of the large building south the club proper.
The facility itself was bright, with lots of fluorescent tubes lighting the area. Wandering around the facility were a few nurses and a couple of doctors crossed the large open areas between the east and west zones.
Gareath asked Paul, “Is all this a part of it?”
“If you mean it as in the Conspiracy, yes and no, The medical facility, garage, and canteen all belong to Club Millana, Control, which we will pass in a bit and the armoury are operated by Conspiracy personal, with support from the staff of the Club, I would say that 80% of the club staff have no knowledge of what happens down here,” Paul replied.
“It’s the hardest thing to comprehend is that fact that the conspiracy runs and operates in plain sight but is also hidden from the rest of the world, by a vale of secrecy,” said Abbey, “Take me and Clare, until three weeks ago we had no idea about any of this, we were both happy members of the Dark Mists Combat Support Unit.”
“How come, how did you did you all get involved?” asked Gareath.
“How I got involved with this,” said Paul, “I’m over 300 years old. Let me explain, roughly 300 years ago me and eleven other people native to Darra Von had a dream about a coming of a supreme force that would take the war to the enemy and force them from the planet. The twelve as we became know by the conspiracy were charged with preparing for its arrival, we have no idea in what form this force will take, but we know it is coming. Roughly 200 years ago the twelve formed an advisory council to advise the conspiracy on many things, and they were also charged with advising certain members of the twelve, whom you will meet over the next couple of weeks, in how to run and operate five independent companies, that were set up to support and provide a cover to the operations that were happening. I, personally, am not only a Black Karzzar Master, but I have also been trained and given magickal, and yes magick you read in adventure novels exists in many different forms, tattoos that allow me to create weapons, creatures, and to attack my enemies in many different ways. Until a few weeks ago, I was also the chairman and chief exec of Digital Systems. I passed the company to my successor, who also knows of the conspiracy but is not directly involved in the day to day operations.”
“How both me and Abbey got involved,” said Clare, “Is that as members of the Gangrels we were seconded by another Gangrel unit to help in the training and organising of a new street gang in the Eban Hill district of the city, except this gang was a front for a slave gathering ring, which almost destroyed to the last man the unit the two of us were supporting and captured the both of us. The female leader made us her personal slaves and was going to transform us both in to Tattoo Men. During our stay at the facility they used to process the slaves we were both given a different magical tattoo, mine allows me to shoot lighten bolts from my fingertips and Abbey’s to create an illusion of being poisoned, and it works. We are now recruiting a unit to fight along side us, and if the members want, to also gain the same powers and abilities to use against the forces that would enslave the planet just because they can.”
“Can I guess then by the fact you are here, you two escaped from the slavers?” Gareath asked as they walked pass an open door that led into the control room.
Paul stopped and said, “Now hearing what you’ve gotten into you still interested?”
“Yeah, it’s better than living on the streets,” Gareath responded, who looked into the large room beyond the door, “So what’s in there?”
“In there, that’s Control,” said Abbey, “All Conspiracy personal operating in Suraban and surrounding areas have direct digital voice and data communications to the people who work in there. We also have links to the main Intelligence database, and in answer to your question about escaping, no friends in the conspiracy and Gangrels rescued us from them, and lets just say if either of us gets the chance we will show the two bastards that gave us the tattoos what it means to annoy Gangrels.”
Sarah caught the group up and they continued on towards the canteen. Walking up from a lower level via one of the ramps that linked this level to the lower ones, was Sandra and Tina who saw the group and waited for them, Sandra said as the approached, “You lot heading for the canteen?”
“Yeah,” replied Abbey. Both Sandra and Tina turned and walked with the group towards the canteen.
As the group passed one of the many blast doors, Gareath looked at it and gulped, he also said, “Damn, those are thick,”
“Yeah they are almost five metres thick made from solid Tiranna,” said Sarah in response to Gareath statement.
Sandra heard Gareath’s statement and turned and said, “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”
“No you haven’t,” responded Clare, “Allow me to introduce Gareath Rozourn a member of the Gangrel Hunters. Gareath this is Sandra and Tina of the Vixens and the reason why both me and Abbey are not still slaves.”
“A welcome is in order then, I think,” said Tina.
“Well then I have to say thank you to the two of you,” Gareath said, and the group turned into one of the fire alleys that protected the secure areas from outside threats, just after the fire alley the group entered the Canteen which was about a quarter full, as most of the ghosts who had been resident at the club had now returned to their homes. The group wandered over to the serving area and each one bar Clare, got them selves each a good sized meal. When the group was at the end of the run, Gareath said, “Where do we pay?”
Gareath question got a chuckle from Sarah and Paul, and Sarah said, “No one who works for the conspiracy or the Club pays for the canteen food, Jaboc, the owner, makes enough from the Club and other business interests to make sure that the staff don’t pay for food and accommodation if you live on the Club grounds.”
“Ok,” Gareath said, “I’ll say this, this is one hell of a learning curve.”
“You think this is a learn curve, when you start learning how to fight, now that’s a learning curve,” said Abbey, “Especially when you watch people like Nibs, Jum, and the others fight.”
Sarah saw Jane and Nicole sat at one table and saw Richard was heading for the same table and turned to the friends and said, “I shall chat to you all later. I think Nibs is having a combat session later this afternoon evening.”
“Thanks,” said Paul, “We’ll be there.”
“Good,” Sarah said and turned and headed for where Jane and Nicole were sat.
The group headed for one of the empty tables and sat down. When the group had settled, Paul who was sitting on the same side as Gareath, they both had the backs to where Jane, Nicole, and Richards were sat, said, “Gareath, see that group over there,” and he pointed with his finger at Jane and the group sat with her.
“Yes, who are they? I think I recognize them,” Gareath said as he shoved a portion of sausage and mash into his mouth.
“How much do you know of the corporate structures in the AAA corporations?”
“Depends on which ones, I know who the chair of Echo Tech Inc is and ATEC, and of course your self.”
“Yeah, the female on the far side of the table is Nicole or Nicolai,” Paul said.
“What the chair of Echo Tech Inc,” Gareath said and almost spat out the mouthful before he could swallow it.
“Yeah, the female sat opposite is Jane C, the chair of Corporate Enterprises, and sat beside Nicole is Richard C,” said Paul.
“I know who Richard C is,” said Gareath.
“Good, but all of them including Sarah are members of the twelve,” said Tina.
Gareath’s face was one of total shock, “What the chairs of. Help.”
Walking from the direction of another corridor just up the wall from the one the group entered from was a tall slim gentleman with very short hair. He slapped Paul on the back and said in a happy voice, “Hi Paul.”
Paul looked around and said, “Oh. Hi Kev, grab a seat.”
“I will do,” Kev said, “when I have gotten some food and said hi to the rest of the guys,” Kev said and headed for the food run.
“That was Kev Marks, chairman of ATEC and 21C,” said Paul, “and I am surprised to see him here, he’s not one for getting his hands dirty in the trenches so to speak.”
Just after Kev had left for the food run, Nibs and Daraus walked in from the direction of control and walked over to where everyone was sitting and gave Sandra a kiss on the head hello, and said, “Hello hun, guys,” and smiled at everyone. After looking at everyone said, “Hello new person.”
“Hello,” said Gareath.
Clare then said, “Nibs, allow me to introduce the Gangrel Hunters newest recruit, Gareath Rozourn. Gareath meet Nibola Nibs Calton, the leader of the Vixens, and one of the major reason’s behind us being here now.”
“No I’m not, thank Tina and Abs more than me, they are the ones who worked out you were being held in the area of the hospital, and lets just say I learnt something today about Metzza and Abilgail’s bosses.”
“Oh what’s that hun?” Sandra asked.
“The fact they hate Naruni, with a passion,” Nibs replied.
“Good point Nibs,” said Paul.
“Anyway, who’s going to join me, Wong and Jum for a training session later this afternoon early evening?” Nibs asked as Sandra moved to allow Nibs to sit down, “Thanks but no thanks hun, Brain has me analyzing some of the combat footage from the last few weeks, he thinks it will be useful for me to learn how to speed read a situation in the field and modify the tactics to suit the direct situation.”
“Ok hun, see you later then,” Sandra said, and put her hand up and around Nibs’ neck and pulled her down and gave her a kiss on the mouth which Nibs returned, then after a couple of seconds broke and departed heading for the armoury.
Gareath sat there thinking to him self, ‘Why do I get the impression Nibs is more than she seems.’
Abbey who was sitting opposite Gareath, saw that Gareath looked perplexed at something, “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing, just trying to make sense of everything I have seen here so-far today,” Gareath said in response to Abbey’s question, and everyone then finished eating lunch, “If I may ask for the groups assistance. I wasn’t living alone, I am looking after a couple of kids whose family was killed during what the corporation said was a ghost attack, from what the young ones have said to me, the corporation their dad worked for came to the family home and started shooting. They weren’t actually at home when you lot launched your little war yesterday, but I know if they came back during they will be very scared, they ain’t got the street smarts I and I assume you lot have.”
“I don’t see why not,” said Paul.
“True,” said Clare, “and it would let me collect my bike from Mystique’s.”
“That’s true,” said Abbey.
“But where do we take them,”
“Bring them here,” said Paul, “I think I can persuade Jaboc and I know if I can’t Sarah, and maybe Richard I know can.”
“You can what?” said Jaboc as he approached the table, “Yeah, when were you going to tell me about Gareath being here?”
“When I saw you Jaboc,” replied Paul.
“I heard everything you guy said, and don’t worry, I love young people as much as I love Ren and Hell Bright, it’s one of the main reasons I do what I do, for the conspiracy, to protect and the make sure that the future generations don’t grow up in slavery,” responded Jaboc.
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The group gain two more recruits and show the newbies what it means when you belong to the Conspiracy.
Chapter 3 — Friends and family — The group gain two more recruits and show the newbies what it means when you belong to the Conspiracy. — Late Afternoon — Moroth 4th Ebinar
“Ok then, lets roll and see if we can’t find the pair,” said Clare, and the group got up, including Gareath got up and headed for the garage, via the armoury.
When Abbey and Clare walked through the armoury they both went to their lockers and removed the smallest of the cases, then opened them and took out their comm. systems, and put them on. The two them followed Paul and Gareath to the large window where Gareath hade just been given his comm. system, which Paul have over seem Gareath putting it on, only to make sure Gareath did it right first time.
Clare them said, “Hello Gareath,” over the comm. system as they approached the two men.
Gareath jumped and turned to faced Clare and Abbey as they approached, and responded, “Damn I heard you perfectly Clare.”
“I know Tina from the Vixens designed it a few years ago, the ear piece removes the air from the ear passage and allows perfect sound to be heard as a small unit in the end of the ear loop vibrates the sound directly to the bones of the inner ear,” Abbey responded, “and the sensor in the material band is sensitive enough to pick up sub vocalisation.”
“How about you Paul, don’t you wear one?” Gareath asked.
“No, mine is implanted and connected to the nervous system, ultra advanced cybernetics, a good 200 years beyond even the technology coming out of the Academy. My self, Richard, Jane, Nicole, and Sarah had one implanted at various times over the past 250 years.”
“Arh right, so that’s the reason none of you wear one,” said Abbey.
Paul smiled and nodded, then turned and the group walked towards the garage.
Abbey suggested, as they entered the garage, “Gareath do you want to ride with Paul as we are going to need two FAVs and Clare wants to get her bike?”
“Ok,” Gareath replied and followed Paul down the ramp to the second level, where Paul took a key set from the secure box and found the corresponding FAV. Paul climbed into drivers seat and Gareath climbed into the passenger’s. Paul then started the FAV and drove it up the ramp to the first floor and then followed the two girls out of the back entrance and towards CW6 and South Central district.
* * * * * *
On the way Paul asked Gareath, “Can you check the box there and tell me what you find?”
“Ok,” Gareath said, somewhat shocked from the quietness and speed the two FAVs were doing. He opened the box and said to Paul, “I ain’t sure, but it looks like some form of firearm.”
“Good, it looks like Benny has authorized the outfitting of the FAVs with weapons,” Paul responded.
* * * * * *
When the FAVs turned off CW9 at junction 10 and headed towards Mystique’s which was located in the western end of South Central, Gareath said over the comm. system, “When we get to the stadium can you all please park on the furthest car-park, otherwise you are likely to freak the two.”
“No problem,” said Abbey and Clare.
After driving for about 15 minutes the two FAVs pulled up outside a small house where three bike were parked, Clare climbed out and walked to the front door and opened it and called inside, “Mystique, its Clare, I’m collecting my bike.”
“Ok,” came the response from Mystique who was in the basement.
Clare them walked to her Mit-bu 600FD and switched the electrics on and hit the electric start, Clare then climbed on and pulled out of the drive way and followed Abbey and Paul as they turned right at the end of the secondary road and headed for the stadium. All three vehicles drove round the northern edge of South Central free Fire and passed the western edge of the car-parks which allowed Gareath the chance to see if he could see the pair, he couldn’t. Paul, Abbey and Clare all pulled into the car-indicated by Gareath and stopped.
* * * * * *
Gareath then climbed out and walked towards the entrance to his home, when he had crossed the third car-park, he then looked around and dropped into a hole which was hidden under some boxes. He made his way threw the short tunnel to his and the pair’s home. As he approached the home, he called out, “Rose, Sym, you home?” He then entered his home and saw a small makeshift barrier had been erected in front of the doorway to the pair’s bedroom, and cowering behind it was a very scared Rose.
“Rose, where’s Sym?” Gareath asked.
“She’s here,” replied Rose, “where have you been?”
“Out making some new friend’s who want to meet you, they have said they will help in the search and rescue of Jackie,” Gareath said, “I think with there help we may be able to find Jackie at last.”
“Yeah,” both Rose and Sym said.
“They have also offered me and I think the offer is open to you two as well, the chance to become better and more able to look after ourselves. They all belong to a group that is trying to keep the planet safe from people that would place all children who don’t have adult families into not very nice places and would hurt the children as well.”
Outside Paul, Abbey and Clare were listening to what Gareath was saying. Paul said, “I wonder how old the pair are?”
“It don’t matter how old they are, if they lived on a corporate Enclave all their lives, they ain’t going to know how to react or survive off it, I think it was very lucky Gareath found them and took them in,” said Clare.
Back in Gareath’s home he said, “Come on you two, our new friends are outside waiting for us, shall we go and meet them, I know they want to meet you two.”
“Yeah, lets,” said Sym and the two of them came out from behind the barricade carrying an SMG each.
“You find those outside,” Gareath asked.
“Yeah we did,” said Rose.
“Nice one, you two,” said Gareath as he grabbed a small rucksack and went into his room so he could chuck some of his clothes into the rucksack, as he was doing it, he said, “go and get some clothes you two, it may be a while before we come back here.”
Outside Paul said, “As Digital Systems now owns the entire stadium and car-parks which I think are going to be converted into an area where war zones can happen without the cops coming in mob handed and it can be made safe. I think we may cover the entrance to Gareath’s home and move it so no one can find it and only a few people know where it is.
Very soon Abbey saw the three approaching from the area Gareath had disappeared. Paul made sure the comm. system was off before he approached and the three smiled at Rose and Sym, who both smiled back.
When the three had reached Paul, Abbey and Clare, Gareath said to the pair, “Let me introduce, Paul, Clare, and Abbey, the friends I told you about.”
“Hello,” they both said.
Abbey then asked, “May I enquire which one of you two is Rose and which is Sym,” as they pair were identical twins, “and may I also ask as to how old the two of you are?”
Rose, who had short brown hair, said, “I’m Rose and we are 15 as of next month.”
“Oh, that means a Gangrel party to be organised,” said Clare in response to Rose’s statement.
Paul then said, “Shall we head back for the club and chat in comfort rather than here.”
“Now that’s an idea,” said Clare.
“And as you are now a member of the Gangrel Hunters,” said Paul, “I want to see what type of material I have to work with in you, Gareath.”
“Do you two want to ride with me?” Paul asked Rose and Sym,
“Type of material to work with?” asked Gareath.
“Yeah, I’ll let Abbey explain on the way back,” replied Paul.
“Get in,” said Abbey.
When Gareath had climbed into the passenger’s seat and Abbey had started the FAV, she said, “Yeah, what Paul means is that he is training both me and Clare to become tattoo warriors, and that offer is open to all members of the Hunters. You said something about a steep learning curve earlier, when we get back, be prepared for a few shocks.”
“Oh, in what way, shock, this don’t exactly sound too good,” Gareath said.
“Wait and see. How much martial arts training have you had?” Abbey then asked as she followed Paul as he pulled out of the car-park and headed towards CW9 junction 8.
“A bit, I know the two main rules of martial arts, ‘never attack, always defend’ and ‘when sparing fight with open hand and hit lightly,” Gareath replied.
“Right,” said Abbey, “you can forget both of those rules, all of the Gangrels are trained as a part of the basic training we undergo at command to street fight, which had very simple rule, ‘forget the rule book, anything goes.”
“What,” said Gareath.
“When we get back to the club, you will see Tina, Sandra, Nibs and others fight and spar at full speed, full power, closed fist, the reason for this is that when we have to go close quarters with enemies, we have two options, kill or be killed. It is that simple. Remember that normally we try not to get into close combat as it means that we have exposed ourselves to undue danger and also the possibility of capture by the enemy. Both me and Clare know if we had been awake when we had been captured by the slavers, we would not have been captured as both of us would have either escaped or we would have killed each other before we were. Me and Clare are partners on the battle field, I watch her back, she watches mine, since then we have become far more than partners, I now see Clare as the sister I never had, and I should have had a sister, she died a couple of days after she was born due to heart failure, and I know Clare thinks the same about me, Clare doesn’t exactly have a family other than the Gangrels, her parents were both alcoholics and spent more time drinking than they did looking after Clare.”
“Doesn’t she mind you tell me?” asked Gareath.
“No, if she was sat here, she would tell you herself, we learnt a few years ago that having secrets from members of your unit, can lead to the destruction of the unit, and that did happen to the previous unit me and Clare ran with, the unit leader had a secret that caused him to compromise the security of the unit which led to it destruction on the field of battle, Mystique who was also involved in the battle rescued the two of us from certain death. We made a promise to each other then that we would never have secrets between us.”
* * * * * *
Paul asked the pair, “Before I ask a certain question allow me to better introduce my self and also explain a few things, that Gareath forgot to mention, but he was right in 95% of what he said to the two of you. May I ask what corporation your family worked for?”
“BA Cargo,” Sym said from the back of the FAV as Paul turned onto CW9.
“I guess you two don’t recognize me,” Paul then said as he accelerated and indicated to join the CW.
“No,” said Rose.
“I’m Paul Delimetry, ex Chairman and chief exec of Digital systems.”
“What you are the Chair of Digital systems?” exclaimed Rose.
“Yeah, I was until a few weeks ago, I now fight to keep Darra Von safe from things that would hurt and enslave the planet. Let me fill in the blanks, the three of us heard what Gareath said to you two, what he said about me, Abbey and Clare belonging to a group trying to keep the planet safe from people that would place all youths who lived like the three of you in to homes, is true, the only difference, is that in those homes you would be slaves, not the free people you are now.”
“How did you get involved in this?” asked Sym in a shocked tone.
“How, lets just say me and eleven others, five of which you will meet in a short while, have a mission and that is to prepare for the coming of a force that will destroy and make sure our home is never threatened again, and as a part of that mission I help and train people like you to fight and as Gareath said, become better. Have you heard of the Gangrels gang?”
“Yes, they are a bunch of people who help other gangs when they are having problems with other gangs,” said Rose.
“Yes that is true, Abbey and Clare are both members of the gang and have spent the last few weeks forcing one of the local corporations to change its mind over a certain matter of wanting to seize control of an area the city, with out first talking to the people they were about to effect.”
“What the Wacker Incident,” Sym said.
”Yeah that,” responded Paul, “I to was heavily involved in the fighting.”
For the rest of the journey Paul told the pair about a few of the battles he was involved with during the Wacker Incident.
* * * * * *
When the group arrived back at the club, they group all gathered together and walked towards the armoury, where Paul led Rose, Sym and Gareath to the window and asked Ann, who was Benny’s number two in the armoury, “What is the situation concerning lockers,?”
“Why, Paul?” Ann asked in retort.
“I have here three new recruits that need lockers and they also need to be fully equipped and prepared , and two of them also need cases to place the weapons they currently have into.”
“Arh, ok. All the lockers are fully equipped with Black Light armour cases,” Ann said.
“Thanks,” said Paul, and then he turned to the pair and said, “Would you mind giving those to Ann as she looks after all the fire arms,”
”Yeah no worries,” said Sym and placed the United Tech Systems T100 SMG on the counter, which was closely followed by Rose’s Trig 27b SMG.
“Right do you three, are you ready to start to become better and more able to help in the rescue of Jackie?”
“Yeah,” all three said, both Rose and Sym had big beaming smiles.
“Right them follow me,” Paul said and asked Ann, “Which lockers?”
“Eleven, twelve and thirteen are now free, we’ve reset the armour to the defaults.”
“Ok, thanks Ann,” said Paul and turn to the pair and said, “follow me and let’s get you two ready.”
Paul led the three to the lockers and found eleven, twelve and thirteen, Gareath opened eleven and saw two cases. Paul said, “take the large one out.” Then Clare and Abbey walked over dragging their armour cases with them, also Claire, Hell Bright and Ithian walked into the area so that they too could get ready for the sparing session, that was about to take place in the main club itself.
Clare saw the three and said, “Hi, Claire, hi Hell Bright, and hi Ithian.”
Claire responded, “Hi Clare, Abbey, Paul and new ones.”
“Yeah, our first recruits,” said Abbey and gave Sym a quick mess of her long hair.
Which brought, “Ouw, stop that, it takes me long enough every morning without someone messing it up.”
“Sorry,” said Clare.
“Shut up, you lot,” said Paul and helped Rose and Sym get the large armour cases down. Gareath had already opened his and was looking at it.
“First thing,” said Paul, “is that this is uni-sex we all change here, and as the armour requires body heat to work properly, you had better get undressed and put the black rubber suit on, when you’ve done that me, Clare and Abbey will take you through the next steps.”
“Ok,” all three said and started to undress.
Gareath then asked, “Including underwear?”
“Yes,” replied Clare, “Including undies,” and Gareath looked towards where Clare and Abbey were standing and saw that both of them were 100% naked and where pulling up the black outer skin, he looked away rather embarrassed as he could feel a stirring as the last time he had seen a naked female was the day before Jackie had vanished.
Gareath then felt someone touch him on the shoulder and he heard a male voice whispered in his ear, “You shouldn’t be troubled by things like that for a while.”
To which Gareath realised that the stirring had gone, he then turned and said, “How?”
Claire walked up as she was inserting one of the ceramic plates into the back section of her armour and said, “Me, Hell Bright and Ithian can all cast spells, and I think you may have just received a control cantrip,” and Claire looked at Ithian, who nodded ‘yes’.
Sym who was stood next to Gareath had just pulled the black second skin up and found it to be a bit big for her, said, “This don’t fit,”
“Yes it will,” said Clare, “pull the top over your head and wait and see.”
When Sym, Gareath and Rose had done just that, Clare, Abbey and Paul all showed the three new recruits to the cause, how and where to insert the ceramic plates. When the last one was inserted Sym realised that the second skin now fitted her like a tight glove.
“This feels strange,” Rose said.
“In what way, strange,” said Claire.
“It’s difficult to describe. It feels like I have a layer of,” and Rose then scratched her head trying to think of the term she wanted.
“Water,” said a voice in her head.”
“Yes, it feels like water,” Rose said, “did anyone else heard that?”
“Hear what,” said Gareath.
Claire smiled and said to both Rose and Sym, “I’ll explain in a sec, but be ready for a few surprises over the next few hours.”
“Ok,” both Sym and Rose said.
When Gareath had inserted the last plate and was ready, everyone turned, walked out of the area between the two banks of lockers, turned left and walked towards the opening in the back wall of the armoury.
Claire tapped Rose and Sym on the shoulder and indicated to them to slow down and smiled when Paul turned. Paul realised that both Claire and Hell Bright were about to explain some of the things he could, but would have probably scared the pair in the process.
* * * * * *
“What you heard back then is Hell Bright, she is mute and communicates with the use of something we,” and she indicated, herself, Hell Bright and Ithian, “call magick, it allows us to do things like this and Claire suddenly disappeared and then after a few seconds of Rose and Sym looking for her, reappeared on the other side of the pair.
Sym stuttered, “Yyyouuu, were on that side,” and she indicated the left hand side, “how did you get there?”
“By magick,” replied Claire, “You see Paul’s Tattoos?”
“Yeah,” replied Rose as the group entered the main club floor.
A quick look around the main room told Claire that everyone in the room knew about the conspiracy “His tattoos are similar to the ones to I have on my body and the ones on Clare’s and Abbey’s. They allow me to do things like this,” and she tapped her upper left arm and suddenly a raven was created which landed on the back of a near by chair, it then disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. “I think we had better go and sit down, and I will tell you how I became involved and learnt I could do things like this, and you can watch they people practice.”
“Ok,” both Sym and Rose said.
In one of the rings was, Angel who was fighting Abs, in another was Nibs, Jum, Sandra and Tina all of them where going toe to toe with each other and it was difficult to see the moves the four were using, in the third ring had climbed Jaboc, Clare and Abbey who teamed Jaboc, in the forth ring was Sharra and Nicole who had just started to fight.
Claire said to the pair, who’s faces where utter shock at what they were watching, “What you are watching is practice, we all fight full power, full speed. You see the four person battle?”
“Yeah,” said Rose.
“Each one of them is strong enough to take chunks out of concrete pillars,” and Claire demonstrated by making a 7inch circle with her hands.
“Fuck,” said Sym, “you are kidding?”
“No I’m not, I’ve seen Jum, the only male in the that ring, axe kick an inch thick piece of solid marble and break it in half, Nibs put his foot through the back of a stone throne,” said Claire, “These are as much my family as my real mum, dad, two brothers and two sisters, my oldest brother works as Jaboc’s personal assistant and is thinking of working part on the security staff here at the club.”
“Let me tell you both how I learnt about this. I don’t know how much you know, but you look like this is totally new.”
“It is, until a few hours ago, me and Rose where thinking about trying to survive with out Gareath being around, we both thought he had been picked up by the police and taken away,” Sym said.
“That the first thing to understand that by being here, you are now amongst friends who will always be there for you, to support you and to help you, but back to how I became involved. Until a few weeks ago I was attending a local city run high school and was one of the main targets for the school bullies. I mean it got to a point a couple of months back when I thought very seriously about killing myself, that was until I met and chatted with Nibs, she gave the will to go on. Then on the 16th of Auar, one day before the second anniversary of my step mum’s disappearance or to be more accurate her kidnapping and enslavement. I went to school as per normal that day, but the whispering that happened that day got too much, and I ran, I didn’t care that it was pouring with rain I just need to be with people who understood, and those people were Nibs, Sandra, Tina, Abs and Paul. I semi ran and walked the 10 miles back to where they live, but about half way home I had to stop and sit down because I had a vision, only later did I actually learn that it was a message being sent by my mum from where she was forced to work as a slave to one of the nasty groups that want to take over this planet and enslave the entire population. When I got to where the Vixen’s lived I had a dream and was shown things in that dream that told me a few things, but also posed more questions. Later that evening when I went home I was told that the person whom I knew as step mum was actually my real mum, both her and Duggie, my dad, thought it better that she didn’t become mum as she had spent quite a few years after I and my brother was born working away from us as a PA to one of the Rotork VPs. I went to school the next day, only to have Nibs and the Vixen’s come to the school and give the bullies a real talking to, I then hit the main bully and because of that I got expelled, I didn’t care I had friends who care for me, that afternoon I was invited to join the Gangrels and the Vixens. That day was Nibs’ 18th birthday and the group had organised a party to celebrate, we went to a posh restaurant and then came here to watch Richard C have a street fight with Surabon, after Richard had beaten Surabon he told us about the Conspiracy, most of the group already had an understanding about it and it didn’t come as a shock, but the morning afterwards the Wacker Incident started, and as all the Vixens are ghosts as well as Gangrels we volunteered to help in the war, and that day I went on my first conspiracy operation which was to rescue Ithian, who is now teaching me and Hell Bright to become Line Walkers or as some people would call us, Mages or Witches. I in a few weeks I am going to be attending the Academy, the college set up by the conspiracy to train the elite ghosts in how to fight and beat the evil. I know at some point in the future me, and the vixens will rescue mum from the clutches of Rotork Theaban, the now rulers of Naban. Most of the AAA corporations are run and controlled by really nasty forces that if given the chance.”
“Would enslave and try and dominate the world,” said a late twenties woman as she approached the group, she grabbed a chair and sat down and said, “Hi Claire, and hi to the two of newest members to the conspiracy.”
“Hi Jane,” said Claire, “ allow me to introduce Jane C, the chair and chief exec of Corporate Enterprises and the person who taught me the basics of street fighting.”
“Thank you Claire, I over heard you telling the new people your story and thought I might as well come and tell them the rest of the history and offer the same to them as I did to you when you joined, and I think you are being called,” said Jane
As Hell Bright and Damieel signalled for Claire to join them in the rings.
“I think I had better go and do some practice,” Claire said and left the table and wandered to the rings.
“I have one question,” said Sym, “I guess this has been going on for a while, yes?”
“Yes, over 11,000 years,” replied Jane, “It’s world wide, and over the next few months and years you will be asked to fight things that if the general public knew about would cause hysteria and panic, which would very likely destroy the world.”
“Paul said that he was one of twelve people charge with preparing for the arrival of a force that will destroy the things that want to enslave us,” Rose said.
“I am also one of the twelve and have been for the last 300 years, Nicole, Richard, Sarah, and Kev we are all members of the twelve and our job is to fight and support the force that will come. Now can I ask you something?”
“Yes,” both Sym and Rose answered.
“I guess you have never been taught how to street fight?” Jane asked.
“No, until this morning the closest we ever can to a gun let alone a street fight was seeing one in a shop window, our mum and dad, didn’t exactly like us watching action films,” Rose said.
“Well then let me offer you the same as I offered Claire and that is to teach you the basics of street fighting, Paul may be a master of the Black Karzzar fighting arts, but he’s not that good at teaching the basics, he does assume that people have an basic understanding of street fighting,” Jane said, “and the first lesson for you two is for you to see what weapon you want to use when and if you have to partake in a street fight.”
* * * * * *
Earlier when Claire was telling Rose and Sym about how she joined, stood outside the ring, watching Nibs, Jum, Tina and Sandra practice was Gareath and Paul. Paul said to Gareath as they watched the four man fight, “They all are fighting full power, as close to full speed as they can, as both Nibs and Jum can fight a lot faster than Tina and Sandra at this point, but in time even they will be as fast as Jum, Wong and Nibs. See the female with long black hair, she also has similar abilities.”
“God, it’s hard to see what they are doing in there. That’s not normal. What are they?” Gareath asked.
“What they are, they are true adepts, they are faster, stronger, have the ability to withstand greater amounts of physical damage, all their senses are far superior to normal humans, but each one has a different special ability, Abs has better hearing than the others, Tina better sight, Jum when he is threatened has superior speed and reacts almost as fast as the speed of light, Wong, Nibs, and Sandra I am not sure, but I know they all have abilities beyond each of the others. The only rule they have is that when they are practicing, once you get hit, you leave the circle,” and at this Tina receives a flat hand strike from Jum that she didn’t block or dodge and was forced back due to the impact. She then took a couple of steps back and stood at the edge of the ring.
Tina then rubbed the impact site and crouched down, only to be joined after a couple more minutes by Sandra who had just received a spin kick from Nibs, which caused her to spin to the floor, where she landed on her front in the correct method of landing which was to use her hands to cushion the impact. She too joined Tina at ring side. Nibs and Jum then took the speed up a notch and also whipped out their weapons and started to use weapons as well as feet, fists and the rest of their bodies.
Gareath just stood on the outside of the ring in utter shock at the speed and the fact that it looked like Nibs was using blades and Jum a full length staff to try and what he thought was kill each other, “Are they trying to kill each other?”
Sandra moved around the ring and crouched to the left hand side of Gareath, “No,” said Sandra, “this is how we practice, it’s the only way you will get better, is to know that if you make a fuck up that you are going to get hit and hurt, and the kick Nibs gave me hurt, and I know I will have a bruise, but I also know that I was concentrating to much on what Jum was doing, I need to concentrate on everyone equally not just one person.”
“How fast where you lot going, and how fast are they going now, because it looks a lot faster now you and Tina are no longer involved?”
“Roughly twenty moves, blocks and dodges a second when me and Tina where involved, now its close to forty to fifty moves a second.”
After another ten minutes of Nibs and Jum fighting they both separated and all four combatants bowed to each other, and then Nibs said to Sandra, “No hard feelings hun I hope?”
“No, none, I need to learn and I know where I fucked up, I was concentrating on Jum and not on the entire battle,” Sandra replied, as Nibs kissed Sandra and Daraus was laying in the middle of the four rings, walked over to Nibs’ heel and as Nibs jumped down, the rest of the group followed, Nibs turned and grabbed Daraus and placed him on the floor.
Nibs then saw Sharra walk in leading a small group of staff from the club, “Our class has arrived, Jum, shall we go and give them the first lesson in handling disruptive punters?”
“Yeah, lets.” said Jum.
“Right,” said Paul, “You ready for your first lesson in street fighting Gareath?”
“Yeah, I think so,” replied Gareath.
“Ok, my first question is how much street fighting have you done and do you have a preferred weapon?” Paul asked.
“I’ve been involved in a couple of bar fights, and I’ve not got a specific weapon I like using,” Gareath replied.
“Ok, I think we will start with some unarmed combat training and then progress onto weapons.”
“Can I ask you a question Paul?” Gareath asked.
“Yeah,” replied Paul.
“You don’t wear the armour everyone else is, why?”
“Because I relay on my tattoos to provide me with protection,” and he tapped a suit of armour and was surrounded in a shimmer, “Now try and hit me, when I hit you I will hit you closed fist but I won’t hit you with my full strength, other wise you will be having your first flying lesson as well. How much other fight other than bar fighting have you done?”
“A little, I use to run with a few people who thought it fun to hit and thump others in the group.”
“Right, now attack me with everything you have, and listen to mine, Tina’s and Sandra’s comments on your style, you methods, etc. Over the next few months you will get more formal training from me, but now I want to see how good you are.”
Gareath moved fists ready and he lashed out a few punches, which Paul block and dodged, then Paul came at him, the first couple of fist attacks, Gareath just about blocked, but when Paul swept kicked his knees out he landed on the floor on his back with a thump and just about got his arms to cushion the blow.
Richard and Kev wandered over from sitting chatting at one of the tables on level one and stood watching Paul and Gareath. Wong walked up behind Richard and tapped him on the shoulder and said, “When a ring becomes free, you and me, Richard?”
“Would you mind making it a three way?” Kev asked
“Yeah, if you think you can handle a full adept,” said Wong.
“I think so,” replied Kev.
* * * * * *
After spending twenty minutes in the ring, Gareath had landed a few blows on Paul, but to Gareath he seemed to be spending more time either blocking and dodging attacks or ending up on the floor, Gareath said, “Enough Paul, you could take on an entire bar and win Paul, more often than not when a brawl starts, I think about leaving rather than getting involved in it.”
“Ok, Gareath, but have you learnt something?” Paul asked.
“I think I have, and that is fight as a team not individually you survive longer,” Gareath replied as the two combatants bow to each other and then jump down to have Wong complete a standing somersault into the ring, which brought a shocked expression to the face of Gareath.
Walking around the ring side towards Paul and Gareath was Abbey, Clare and Jaboc, Abbey said to Clare, when Wong had executed the somersault, “Impressive.”
“Tell me about it,” replied Clare, “You couldn’t do that could you?”
“Yeah I could if I could get the height on the initial jump and practiced the somersault,” replied Abbey.
Wong’s entrance was soon followed by Kev and Richard who both jumped into the ring. Kev’s hands went behind his back and when he brought them out he was wearing a pair of gloves, he flicked and closed his fists, suddenly four razor sharp blades extended from the knuckles and locked out. Richard took his short staves out and said, “Shall we dance.”
“Yes lets,” said Kev, then Wong bowed to both Paul and Kev and before she had returned to the standing position she executed a spin kick against Kev’s head, which Kev blocked against the back of his left glove, in response to the attack Kev said, “Bloody hell.”
“I did try and warn you,” said Wong.
“You did at that,” said Kev as he went to back Wong and blocked an attack from Richard.
* * * * * *
Jane, Rose and Sym had spent the last thirty minutes going through the basics of attack and defence and had decided to take a break from it, the three went and sat down and one of the few ushers that were on duty in the main club walked over and asked, “Would the three ladies like some water?”
Rose replied, “Please,” and then said to Jane, “I’m impressed, very nice.”
Sym also replied, “Yes, thanks,” and nodded her agreement at what Rose had just said.
“I know, Jaboc owns and runs the Club, everything you see on this side is his doing, we have nothing to do with it, other than Jaboc provides the facilities to the conspiracy forces as and when we need it.”
“Madam?” The usher asked Jane.
“Yeah, thanks,” replied Jane and the usher departed heading for the open bar.
The usher returned just in front of Clare, Abbey and Jaboc and a short time after Paul and Gareath walked over, as they approached each person grabbed a chair from the nearby tables and sat down.
When Paul and Gareath had sat down, Jaboc said, “I’ve sorted out the accommodation for you lot, and also sorted out your Conspiracy pass cards.”
“So can I ask the two of you, have you learnt something?” Paul asked Rose and Sym.
“I have,” replied Rose.
“Yeah me too,” Sym said.
“And before you even think about starting them on something new Paul, I think the girls have had a enough for one day, I was going to go to the armoury and let them see what close combat weapons we have currently in,” Jane said as Paul opened his mouth to say something.
“I wasn’t going to say anything about starting them on new stuff, I was going to say shall we head for my Tattoo Parlour and chill for a while.”
“Ok,” Jane apologised. Just then Sarah walked over with a concerned look on her face. “What’s wrong Sarah.”
“We’ve just tested out three new units and the commander of one of the two I was deploying to the South Klebge district has just lost its leader, and the number two, even though she is respected by the unit, its thought she is not ready to command the unit,” Sarah said.
“How many men in the unit?” asked Clare.
“Ten, including the now dead leader,” replied Sarah.
“We’ll command the unit, until you can find someone to replace him,” suggested Abbey, “It will allow Rose, Sym and Gareath the chance to see first hand how a Gangrel unit works and it will allow us the chance to sort a slight problem South Klebge has at the moment.”
“Is that problem called the Protectors?” asked Sarah.
“Yeah, how did you know?” asked Clare.
“I do read the intelligence reports, especially the one produced after the human intelligence operation. They are one of the reasons why I was deploying the units to the area,” said Sarah.
“Hang on,” said Jane, “Didn’t Gary command a unit before he joined the Vixens, or did I read that wrong in the information you supplied Intelligence when you put the Vixens forward for selection to the Academy.”
“Yeah he did,” responded Sarah, when what Jane was intimating dawned on her, “and he wants to get back to command as well, but I don’t know what his plans are , I’m not sure if he would be willing to command a unit based south of the river, as he does live on the north side.”
“Ask him, you never know,” said Jane.
“Back to the Protectors, Central wants us to either eliminate or force them to join, plus the operation also forwards my long term plan to make the Gangrels a more recognized gang rather than one that does exist but doesn’t,” Sarah said, “and your offer is appriecated Abbey but its better as the unit has only just tested out and even the smallest risk of them finding out about the conspiracy is to high in the new units, they need to find there feet in the Gangrel Order of Battle, but when the strike does go in, definitely operate in conjunction with the new units. I was also thinking about asking certain elements of the Vixens to support as well, namely Abs, Tina, Hell Bright, Claire and maybe Nibs if the want to just to provide long range support to the assault and to provide direct assault support as we have no idea of who is in command, all we know is the leader’s name,” Sarah said.
“Yeah we know his name, from the human Intelligence operation and today’s operation into the area, we were asked to bring back to the straight and narrow one of the club’s mechanics son,” said Abbey.
“Shall we adjourn to the Tattoo Parlour,” suggested Paul.
“Yeah lets, it’s our second home,” said Abbey.
The group including Jane then got up and walked to the Armoury and changed back into the clothes they had worn earlier. After which Paul, Jane, and Jaboc both took the new ones on a tour of the Club’s surface facilities, which included Jaboc showing the new ones their apartments which were grouped in the
North East corner of the floor, Jaboc then left the group, and Paul showed Rose, Sym and Gareath a quick way of getting from the South Wing to the North Wing, which was straight across the roof past the glass dome of the main club.
When they had all crossed the roof and as the weather was changing from a relatively good day into what looked like a wet evening. As the group entered, what the sign on the door said ’Paul’s Tattoo Parlour’, Paul said, “Welcome to my humble Tattoo Parlour, I not only Tattoo Magickal Tattoos, but I am also a qualified Tattooist as well.”
The inside of the Parlour measured nineteen metres by twelve, dominating the middle of the room was a couple of dentist style chairs with trays attached to the sides around the all the edges was a long work bench under which was cupboard space. On the top of the work bench was small shelves which contained small pot of inks. Under the bench in the north west corner was a large metal safe. The walls above the benches were covered in pictures and artwork most of which was incredibly beautiful. Also round the sides were a few office chairs.
When the group had entered Jane who was last in closed the door, at which Paul said, as he sat on the work bench and said, “grab your selves a seat, I don’t care where you sit, bench tops, seats or the floor.”
Gareath who along with Rose and Sym were looking at the artwork on the walls said, “This artwork is beautiful.”
“Thank you Gareath,” Paul said, “Most of it is my work, stuff I’ve either draw or work, I’ve been commissioned to tattoo on people. Rose, Sym, Gareath as members of the Gangrel Hunters I am more than happy to inscribe Magickal Tattoos on you, the only thing I will sat is that I will limit the number you receive to six as going beyond that number you become Tattoo Warriors like me, and if in the future you discover that you have the ability to channel spells in what ever form it will effect the potency of your spell casting.”
“That a good point,” said Jane, “you three should go and have Ithian run a magick usage test, it will inform us if you have the ability to channel magick.”
“One problem if they can, Ithian will be leaving for the Academy in a couple of weeks, when the Vixens leave,” said Paul.
“No, Sharra is also a mage, trained by Ithian the last time he visited,” Jane replied.
“Oh, I hadn’t realised that we had more Mages in the Conspiracy,” Paul replied.
“Come on you have been kind of out of the loop Paul, running Digital Systems,” Jane said.
“True I have,” replied Paul.
Gareath who was looking at the art work, asked Paul, “Can you Tattoo effectively anything?”
“Within reason, yes,” replied Paul.
Rose asked, “What is that, it looks like a weapon, but I’m not sure?”
Paul slid off the bench and walked over and looked at what Rose was pointing at, “It is, it’s a dual headed sword staff. Only a few people have truly mastered it and my Black Karzzar master was one of them, the figure is him, fighting a Dark Karzzar, my master won the battle.”
“Now that weapon looks like fun to learn,” said Rose.
“It can be, I can teach you the basics of how to use it, but it is also quite a dangerous weapons as to be most effective you constantly spin it,” Paul said.
“What like a majorette?” Rose asked.
“Yeah, like a Majorette’s baton,” replied Jane.
“Oh, yeah,” Rose said as her face changed to a happy one, “That is my weapon, I use to be a majorette, I won first place in the National Surra Championships a couple of years ago.”
“Ok,” said Paul, “Do you want me to Tattoo it so you always it with you, as that weapon can be difficult to conceal.”
“Ok,” replied Rose looking kind of strangely at Paul.
“Most of the guys downstairs, carry small weapons or ones that can be used in other ways, Wong’s weapon is a good example, it officially is two half staffs joined by a chain, not an easy weapon to conceal normally, but its been designed so each end fits together and creates a full length staff, which I’ve seen Wong use as a walking staff,” said Jane, “Take Nibs’, Richard and Tina, they all use short staves which they carry strapped to their upper legs. Claire is another example, she uses this weapon,” and Jane looked at Paul asking can I take a picture down.
“Yes you can,” replied Paul.
Jane took one of the pictures down and brought it over to the three where she pointed the weapon out to them, “Except she has a magickal tattoo of one, which means she always has it with her.”
“Arh I understand now,” said Rose, “Please Paul.”
“No problem, We won’t start now, as I do want to teach all three of you the meditative techniques which I used when I received my first few Tattoos.
When the group had entered the Parlour, Clare and Abbey had rolled up a joint and they both had sat their and smoked it, Clare then tapped Gareath on the shoulder and offered him the joint, he looked at it and them. Clare realised Gareath had no idea it was a joint and said, “It a cannabis joint Gareath.”
Gareath smiled and took it and took a long draw on it, he then said, “God do I hate Baccy.”
“What you smoke pure?” Abbey asked as she offered Rose her’s.
“Yeah, when I can afford to,” Gareath replied.
“Well you can now,” said Jane, as she tapped Abbey on the shoulder and asked, “Can I have your tin, I also smoke, but haven’t been stoned for a few years now.”
“What?” Gareath asked.
“One of the Perks of Gangrel membership, is that all members have access to free Cannabis for personal consumption,” Jane replied as she lit a pure Blunt and after a few draws she offered it to Sym.
Rose gingerly took a draw on the joint and coughed her guts up, which somewhat frightened Sym, Abbey said to Sym, “Its natural, everyone does,” when Rose stood up, the face was one of happiness as the chemicals in the hot smoke travelled to the brain and took effect. Abbey then said, “All the Vixens smoke, I think Jum and Wong don’t, but I’m not sure.” Sym then took a draw on the joint Rose passed her and like Rose, had a good coughing fit, but also like Rose her face was one of very much happiness as the coughing died down.
* * * * * *
The rest of the evening was spent chatting and chilling.
Sarah called past a couple of hours later and told Jane that Gary had agreed to command the unit and would be moving to the unit’s command facilities in the area in the next couple of days, she also said that tomorrow both the units would be moving with their arsenals to a couple of the empty buildings at the front of the club tomorrow morning. She also said she would be heading back to command tomorrow as she had to prepare for the weekend’s wedding ceremony, but she would be back on Frodar for the pre-wedding bash at the club.
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The Hunters meet the new Gangrels and properly welcome Rose, Sym and Gareath to the Gangrels.
Chapter 4 — Hellos and welcomes — The Hunters meet the new Gangrels and properly welcome Rose, Sym and Gareath to the Gangrels. — Torbar 5th Ebinar
All the Hunters, along with Sarah and Jane, stood out side the back of one of the unoccupied apartment buildings at the front of the Club grounds waiting for the four mini buses belonging to the two Gangrel units, that would be working from the Club’s grounds, to arrive. Abbey checked her PDA and saw the time was 13:05AN and said, “Where are they?”
“Must have gotten held up in traffic,” said Jane, as Jane finished the first of the four vehicles turned on to the road that ringed the grounds. “Here they are,” said Jane.
When the Mini bus had turned into the parking space and stopped the side door opened and a young female wearing a Gangrel comm. system exited the van and was followed by eight other young Gangrels. Then the other three minibuses turned on the road and slowed and parked up in the other three bays, two of them were towing large box trailers, painted on the sides of the trailers was the words, Gangrel Marauders and on the other one was painted Gangrel Hammers. The young female walked the short distance to where the Hunters along with Sarah, and Jane were stood. Arrick and Gribbloath were both sat on the shoulder’s of Rose and Sym as the two had shown them selves to be incredibly open to various things, yes they like everyone had been shocked by things they had been told yesterday but to everyone’s surprise they accepted it slightly quicker than Gareath did
After yesterday evening had been spent chilling, chatting and getting to know one another Clare and Abbey along with Arrick and Gribbloath had spent a good few hours privately laying in bed thinking and chatting about the new recruits. Clare had come to the conclusion that even though they had lived on a corporate enclave their mum and dad must have had a major influence on things, even though they hated the pair watching action films, and trying to make sure they were protected by things. Arrick had also said, that some of the most protected may also be some of the most malleably people going
Abbey and Rose both were smoking, Rose was smoking a blunt as the group had spent the entire morning from about 08:30 until 12:30 training on the roof between the north and south wings and would probably spend a good part of the after noon also training. Rose passed her pure Blunt to Sym who accepted it and took a draw from it and had a slight cough as the smoke burnt her throat.
The young female Gangrel walked up to Sarah and said, “The Gangrel Marauders at your command, Queen Sarah.”
“Thank you Lara, and welcome to Club Millana,” Sarah said.
From the drivers side of the last Mini bus to arrive climbed a young male who like Lara walked over the group and said, “the Gangrel Hunters, boss, at your command.”
“Thank you Dean, can I take it the trailers contain your units’ arsenals?” Jane asked.
“Along with our other stuff yes, ma’am.” Dean replied.
“Thank you for that Dean, but please call me Jane.”
“Ok,” Dean said.
Sarah then said, “Did command tell you about the rules of the living on Club grounds?”
“No,” said Lara.
“Right, empty your personal stuff from the trailers and I’ll show you where your fire arms will be stored,” Sarah said.
“Excuse me, they won’t be with us?” Dean asked.
“No, Jaboc, the club owner, allows Gangrel and Ghost units to use the Club facilities as command and also as residential facilities but does require that all fire arms excluding pistols are placed and kept in the main armoury. Get your stuff inside and I’ll show you what I mean,” Jane said.
“Ok,” said Lara and turned to the two groups, and said in a commanding tone, “Get the stuff unloaded and into the building and meet back here in fifteen minutes people,” with this both the units started to unload the trailers and mini buses of their personal bags and bergins.
Abbey then offered Clare her joint which Clare accept and asked Sarah, “What did the two units score in the test-outs?”
“I think the Marauders scored 73 out of 100 and the Hammers scored 72.75,” replied Sarah.
“Pretty good scores,” Abbey commented.
“Yeah, but the instructors say that if they had been able to team work, the two units, would have scored pretty close to maximum,” Sarah said.
“Has any unit scored 100 out of 100?” Clare asked.
“No, the closest unit ever to get 100 out of 100 was the original Bitch Vixens.”
“The original Bitch Vixens?” Abbey asked.
“Yeah, the original Vixens were commanded by Gemma, she personally led a twelve man unit, which included me and Jane, from South Central to command in south docks when the city was a police state,” Sarah said.
“Damn, so how long has there been a Vixens on the Rosters then?” Abbey asked.
“A good twenty years before Sandra and Paul joined,” Sarah replied.
“Back then I ran with the unit, only over the last fifteen years has the Gangrels become a more youth based force,” said Jane, “I remember Leigh and Ben Patterson, two very skilled Gangrel members. I was very happy when I found out that both Sandra and Paul had joined the Gangrels and even more happy when I found out that they had joined the Vixens.”
* * * * * *
Fifteen minutes later both the units had re-assembled out side the apartments, where Sarah said to the gathered Gangrels, “Allow me to introduce the Gangrel Hunters one of the two other units to be based here at the club, the second the unit the Bitch Vixens will be leaving in about a month, but you will see them around the grounds and the club itself, Clare.”
Clare then said, “Hi,” as did the rest of the Hunters.
Sarah then said to the units, if two of you wouldn’t mind driving the mini-buses and follow me to the main club, I’ll show you the facilities located in the club proper.”
“Ok,” said Dean and walked to the mini bus towing the Hammer’s trailer, the driver of the mini bus towing the other trailer also walked to his and climbed in and started the engine, they then followed Sarah and the rest of the Gangrels to the main club.
Abbey turned to Clare and the rest of the Hunters and said, “Do you know something, I think we should go shopping, Rose, Sym and Gareath don’t look very Gangrel in those clothes.”
“I agree with you, hun,” replied Clare.
“My treat,” said Paul, “I’ve not had a shopping trip, other than one’s to get basic living supplies in a good few years, and when we get back, if the three want I will start to inscribe your first tattoos.”
“I’ve not been shopping since mum and dad were killed,” said Rose.
“Then that’s decided then shopping,” said Paul, “and I think it will be fun too.”
Then from behind the group came the sound of a bike slowing and pulling up beside the Hunters, sat on it was Gary who said, “Hi you lot,” when Sarah heard Gary say hi she turned, “Hi Sarah, I was able to get my stuff together sorted faster than I had initially thought so I’m here a couple of days early,” Gary then looked at Gareath, Rose and Sym, he also saw Arrick and Gribbloath flying beside Clare and Abbey, and then asked Clare, “New members?”
“Yeah Gary, new members,” and as Clare said the new members names’ she tapped then on the shoulder and they said hi.
“Hi Rose. Hi Sym, and hi Gareath,” Gary replied.
When the group had entered the garage Clare tapped Sarah on the shoulder and said, “We’ll say bye and we’ll probably see you on Frodar at the pre wedding party.”
“Yeah, you lot off then,” Sarah said.
“Yeah, pretty much so,” Clare said, and grabbed Gary after he had parked his bike and said, “Can you organise a briefing this evening, a policing operation needs to be planned and executed in the next couple of days against an unlisted gang called the Protectors, they are based in some bad lands in South Klebge, could you also let Claire, Hell Bright, Tina and Abs know about the session. They have already been asked and have all said that they are up for providing long range and specialist support.”
“Yeah, no problem,” replied Gary, “I’ll see you later, roughly when, do you want the briefing to happen?”
“Start it, around 07:00AN we’ll be back either before or pretty close to it, all the information on the gang is in the intelligence data base.”
“Ok, see you later then,” said Gary as the eight headed for their two FAVs’ and shopping.
When the group had reached the FAVs Abbey said to Gareath, “You think your up for driving to South Peninsula and the Harliquanis Shopping Mall?”
“What are you kidding,” Gareath replied, “I don’t have a driver’s licence.”
“Like we have,” said Clare, “90% of all the Gangrels drive some form of vehicle and most haven’t passed their drivers tests. As long as you keep within the laws of the road the Cops don’t give a shit.”
“If Gareath is going to have a driving lesson then I suggest he comes with me, it’s nothing against you two, but age does bring experience,” Paul said.
“Ok,” said Abbey and climbed into the gunner’s seat of one of the FAVs, with Gribbloath sat looking out on the dash board Paul and Gareath climbed in to the passengers and driver’s seat respectively, Rose, Sym, Clare and Arrick climbed into the other one with Clare in the drivers seat.
When the FAVs had reached the secondary road that ran past the front of the club, Paul suggested, “IC1 I think would be best.”
“Yeah,” replied Clare and the two FAVs turned right and headed for IC1 using the roads rather than the CW.
* * * * * *
It took the two FAVs about 45minutes to reach South Peninsula district and then another 30 minutes to reach the shopping mall as the traffic was not good.
The two FAVs turned into car-park C and headed for the first floor with spaces. When they had found two spaces next to each other they both parked up. When everyone had climbed out Clare took a joint she had rolled earlier out and lit it then after taking a couple of draws offered it to Sym and said, “And that’s another job to be done, getting you three your cannabis pouches.”
“So how many places in here are we planning on frequenting?” asked Paul.
“Just one,” replied Clare, “Gothage, its the Gangrel run Goth shop. The rest of the places are in the back streets we park here because it is easy and it’s a central location.”
The six friends walked to the doors that lead to the shopping mall entrance and push through and run into a ten person strong group of CHMs who look disdainfully at the group as both Abbey and Clare looked straight through them. One of the group called out as the friends disappear into the mall, “Go back to your coffins Vampires.”
Rose turned to Clare and asked, “What did we do to them?”
At the same time Arrick turned around and suck his tongue out, Gribbloath had flown off and a few seconds later, just before the door closed, one of the CHMs had a small can of paint fall on him.
Gribbloath then quickly flew through the swinging door and as he flew past the group he burst out laughing.
Abbey look at him and thought, ‘Was that you just then?’
‘Ask no questions, and you get told no lies, they deserved it, they made fun on my friends,’ Gribbloath thought in reply
“Nothing, being a Goth you learn to expect idiots like that who think its funny to name call and try to wind us up, if we bothered they wouldn’t have stood a chance against us, even with you and Sym,” Clare answered.
“The biggest difference between us and then, is that we except life as life, twats are twats that deserve our pity and support if and when they come round to our way of thinking,” Abbey said.
“Before mum and dad died I know both me and Rose would have probably hung out with that type of group as well,” Sym said.
“You don’t now, and that is what is important,” Abbey said.
“And to be honest I would love to hand those types over to the enemy for a month and see how they like living on the receiving end of abuse,” said Paul, as Clare pushed the door that opened onto the second floor of the shopping mall itself.
The group headed for the nearest escalator down to the first floor and Gothage. As the group approached the store the display showed a couple of Male manikins one wearing a pair of baggies and a t-shirt with the Gothage logo on the front, the other wore a pair of male cut-offs with the logo for ‘From Hell with Love’ on the pocket, the top was a tight t-shirt with one of the many Dark Legion Logos on. The group walked into the shop and was accosted by one of the male shop assistants.
Clare recognized him and said, “Dominic,” with a startled impression on her face. Sat high in the shop was Jib-baath and when he saw Gribbloath and Arrick he climbed down and smiled hello at everyone , Gareath looked at Jib-baath and tried not to look too shocked, both Rose and Sym smiled, ‘hello’ in reply.
Dominic responded, “What the hell you doing here Clare,” and then saw Abbey and Paul and they seemed to have three people he hadn’t seen before, he then said, “Hi Abbey, hi Paul and hi new people?”
Then Dominic saw the attempt of Gareath not to look shocked and he then wandered to where Gareath was standing and said, “meet my partner, the Brownie Jib-baath,” and he then said to the rest of the group, “as all the staff are trusted by Sarah, I asked her if I should tell the staff and she said that it was up to me. I’ve told the ones working here, and also told them that he won’t harm or play tricks on any of them as long as he is left alone to do what he does, help.”
“Arh right and yes,” replied Abbey, “we are outfitting these three new members of the Hunters, Gareath, Rose and Sym, from top to toe.”
Both the Fairies picked up Jib-baath and they flew back to where he had been sitting and joined him as they watched the group go about outfitting the three.
“You have come to the right place then,” said Dominic.
“How are things south the river now Wacker have returned the streets to the population?” Dominic asked as he assisted the group in gathering cloths and trying them on.
“Not to bad, we are currently about to launch a policing action against the Protectors,” replied Clare.
“Can I ask that you look out for Steven, I was hoping that he would stay in contact?” Dominic asked.
“What the kid you guys were with when you had the run in with that mob?” asked Paul.
“Yeah, Paul, him,” replied Dominic, “I think we impressed him and he may be up for joining a unit.”
“That may be useful as two of the new ones are now working from the Club,” said Abbey.
When the group had finished Dominic said, “As I have a run to make to the South Cliffs, I’ll call past the Club and drop off the bags for you.”
“Thanks, you coming the pre webbing party this Frodar,” Clare said.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, and I think Tim, my brother and a few of his friends are going to try and make it as well,” Dominic said.
“See you there, then,” said Clare.
Paul said as they, including the two fairies, left Gothage, “It should make for an interesting night, what with it being a Fight Night as well.”
“Yeah it should,” responded Abbey, “Who’s fighting.”
“Its what Jaboc is calling an up and coming night, I know me and Richard are on the cards as one of the two main events for the evening, I’m not sure what the other main event is.”
“What’s Fight Night?” asked Sym as Rose and Sym walked out of Gothage each wearing a pair of Black Baggies, a Dark Legion Hell Wars T-shirt and a leather jacket. Gareath closely followed the two girls, and was wearing a pair of baggies and a Huntress t-shirt and again a leather jacket.
Clare sat down and said, “Much better, you are beginning to look like Gangrels now.”
Rose looked into the window of Gothage and saw this once very scared teenager, no not a scared teenager, but a teenager who now had friends and a purpose to her life, ‘Find and rescue Jackie.’
Sym walked over to where Clare was sat and sat down beside her and turned to Clare, “Can I take it that the work the Gangrels do is very similar to police work?”
“Yes and no,” said Clare, “How much do you know about the gang side of Suraban?”
“Very little,” replied Rose, “We saw the Video the member of central that worked in the school we use to go to, but our family was very protective of us both, and almost never allowed us the chance to mix with others at school when not in school.”
Abbey then said, “As we have a Formal wear wedding to prepare form, I think Risers to the Occasions next stop hun?”
“Yeah Risers and then to Face Design for your first steps into Goth makeup,” said Clare and the group got up to headed for the main door, Claire continued, “The Gangrels do act as a sort of police force, in the fact we do police the gangs and make sure they don’t start doing illegal things, we also hire ourselves out to other gangs and its through this that we make most of out money. Central does all of the paper work and most of the investigations, we get the call when a gang needs to be taken down a couple of notches, or in the case of the Aces, removed permanently from the gene pool.”
Outside Clare turned left and led the group down passed the front of the shopping centre to the main road and when the group had crossed it they turned in the close alleys that made up the back alleys of South Peninsula, Clare and Abbey negotiated the back streets with practiced easy and soon in front of the group was a small shop front, above the door was the sign Risers to the Occasions. Clare tried the door and it opened and the group walked into the shop.
Just behind the door was a curtain that made a noise when the door opened, and as each member of the group walked through the few that had not been caught by the door as it opened. The shop was quite wide and extended for at least three shop fronts and extended back, half way down the left hand wall was a set of stairs which led down. The rest of the shop was just full of Goth wears most of it quite formal looking.
Clare stood at the top of the stairs and called down, “Mads, you down there?”
“Yeah I am,” came back the reply from a female voice, a couple of second’s later the door opened and a short thin lady walked up from the basement area, and said when she saw Clare and Abbey, “What can I do for you two?”
“Not us this time Mads, our three friends, require some formal wear for a Gangrel wedding next weekend,” replied Clare.
She took a few seconds to look each person over and smiled to her self and said, “Yes this way young ones,” she then turned to Abbey and said, “You looking for any other clothes, or accessories?”
“Yeah,” said Paul, “We are fitting them out, they are new Gangrels, Mads,” and Paul looked at her.
“Oh my god, Paul Delimetry, what the hell brings you to my humble shop?”
“Out fitting these three and I also passed control of Digital systems to my successor a couple of weeks ago, so I’m back in the business again, Mads.”
“Tarack is downstairs as is Greacher,” Mads said.
“If you two want to join Paul, then do so, I’ll bring these three down when we have got them sorted in at least two pieces of formal wear and a couple more every day wear sets,” Mads said, as Paul started down the stairs.
Abbey turned to Mads and said, “We also need Gangrel complete pouches for them as well, bar the weed.”
“You can have that as well, I do grow for Gangrel supply, not much but some.”
Paul, Abbey and Clare all descended the stairs and the bottom five creaked as they stepped on them, Paul opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and walked in to the Den, Tarack was sat leaning up against the wall and Greacher was lying on a three seat sofa. When Paul had turned the corner he said, “Good afternoon you two.”
“Good afternoon Paul,” said Tarack who moved in towards the centre of the room, when he walked up to Paul he embraced him and said, “Introduce us to your two female friends.”
“I will when we get the fuck in,” Paul said and sat down in one of the arm chairs which allowed Abbey and Clare to actually get into the room, “Abbey, Clare, meet Tarack, Wolfen and Greacher a coalition dog boy, half wolf, half humanoid, I think its important that I also introduce Arrick and Gribbloath, Abbey and Clare’s Fairy partners.”
Greacher looked at Paul and then said, “Your not kidding are you?”
Paul shook his head in reply. Greacher then kicked his See The Invisible psychic ability into action along with attempting to detect the presence of magic and saw both Arrick and Gribbloath smiling at him from the two girls shoulders. “Tarack, just so you know sat on the two girls left shoulders are two Fairies, sat on Clare’s in one with blue and orange hair and sat on Abbey’s shoulder is one with white and green hair.”
Abbey looked at the pair and did look a little shocked but soon regained her composure, and sat down, Clare also a little shocked when she saw two humanoid dogs one standing on his legs the other laying flat on a couch smoking what looked like a roll up, Clare sniffed the air, and smiled.
“Can I take it by the shocked expression you never met our kind before, ladies?” Tarack asked as he passed Paul his big joint.
Tarack then looked at the left shoulder area and concentrated on the area and slowly he began to see the outline of a small human, the more he looked at the area the more he could see, until he saw the fairy and he then looked at Abbey’s left shoulder and a lot quicker he saw Gribbloath. He turned to Greacher and said, “Thanks I can see them now.”
Gribbloath then turned to a very shocked looking Paul and said, “If your mind is open to things not of the world, along with you having been told that we exist and if you also believe in our existence then you will be able to see us.”
“Arh I understand, you are only invisible to those you don’t believe and have not been told of your existence,” responded Paul
Gribbloath and Arrick both smiled at Paul.
“No, we ain’t, but there again until a couple of weeks ago we both use to be simply Gangrels, now we both run in the elite ranks of the conspiracy, along side people like Paul, Richard and others,” Clare said as she got out her tin and loaded a pipe and had a draw from it.
Paul then said, “These two keep this area safe from conspiracy problems, they both are well known in the community as the dark ones. Most nights they will be out patrolling with another six, as the people who created them call them, dog boys, that is the correct term isn’t it for your kind, Greacher?”
“Yeah it is,” Greacher said.
“We both met Paul, four years ago, now roughly, he was doing what Paul did, news stories,” Tarack said.
“Yeah I had heard rumours from the ghost boards of this group that was keeping the streets in North and South Peninsula safe from nasties and they were also keeping the street crime quite low in the area’s as well. I took on the job of conducting some ethnographic research into the environment, with out letting people like Sarah know. It’s how I work, I work without outside help normally I find I fit in far faster if people don’t know who I am than I do when people either know who I am or know I’m in the area. I knew of Mads, I knew at the time that she was a temporal wizard as well as being the owner of this little gem, as I call it. When you two said that we were coming here, I was kind of happy as I knew Mads would still be here,” as the group heard the stairs creak as a group of people walked down then and opened the door at the bottom.
Mads walked in and said, “I thought you would have wanted to see the young ones.”
“Yeah,” said Clare and got up.
“I’ve locked up for the day now, so its safe you two to come up an introduce your selves before they change back and chill down here for a while. One of them said something about makeup I’ve provided them all with a basic makeup kit, they should all go and get the advance items them selves, but they do have a basic kit now,” Mads said.
“Thanks Mads,” said Abbey, “Mind you if you two wouldn’t mind staying on the stairs until, we’ve warned them, they have only been in know, for a couple of days.”
“Yeah, no problem,” said Greacher as Mads walked up the stairs and was followed by Abbey, Clare and then Paul.
When Paul got to the top of the stairs, he said, “Rose, Sym, Gareath you know when we said about you three being on a steep learning curve?”
“Yeah,” Gareath said.
“Allow me to introduce, Tarack and Greacher, two non human, but humanoid,” and Paul put emphisis on the word, “members of the elite conspiracy,” and Paul walked forward and Tarack walked up and said, “Hi ladies and gent. Allow me to,” and he stopped as Gareath fainted from shock, both Rose and Sym looked over there shoulders at the now unconscious Gareath and they both burst out laughing and started to help him recover, quite quickly they had him propped up on his elbows looking somewhat stupid.
“That’s a new one,” said Paul, as stuck his hand out and helped Gareath back to his feet.
“My apologies Tarack,” Gareath said, “I think seeing what I did yesterday, the fairies, sparing and meeting people who, all I can say is they are normal but very unique people, not the faceless morons you see sat in the local pubs and clubs.”
“Oh believe me, what happened then was better than we normally get, which is normally point blunt terror or a screaming fit, and allow me to introduce my colleague Greacher.”
A grey muzzle was sat on two very hairy arms and then the head moved and walking up the stairs came Greacher who like Tarack said, “Hi ladies, Hi gent.”
This time no one fainted and Gareath said, “Good afternoon Tarack, Good afternoon Greacher.”
“Good now the introductions are over with, what do people think?” Mads asked.
Rose, Sym and Gareath stood in Gangrel formal wear. Rose and Sym wore opposites, where in Rose’s fully boned corset dress was Black, in Sym’s it was a deep rich violet, and black in Sym’s was the same deep rich violet. Gareath was wearing a top hat and tails, Paul looked on impressed at the way Gareath looked.
Mads said, “It was the height of the Top hat that gave me the idea, Gareath is quite tall and slim the addition of the Top hat makes him almost seven foot tall, and it folds to almost flat.”
“That does look good, on Gareath. Correct me if I’m wrong, most of the guys, wear a formal suit or similar, Yes, Abbey, Clare?” Paul asked.
“Normally yes,” said Abbey, “no I do agree with you, it does work.”
Mads turned to the three and said, “Change in to the street clothes we picked out and join us for a chill, down stairs.”
“Will do,” Rose said, and the three headed for the back of the shop and the changing rooms.
When the group had reached the bottom of the stairs, Paul said, “When do you think the raid on the Protectors go in?”
Greacher asked Mads, “Can you see invisible things?”
“Generally, invisible things are very much like illusions, as long as you believe it exists it can effect you, but if you don’t believe in it then it has no power over you, why the question?” Mads asked.
“Just for your information sat on Clare’s shoulder is a six inch tall humanoid with wings and blue and orange coloured hair called Arrick, and sat on Abbey’s shoulder is also a six inch tall fairy with white and green hair called Gribbloath,” Greacher said.
Mads looked at the head and shoulder area and cast detect magic and smiled as the two fairies appeared.
“If not tonight, then more than likely tomorrow or the next night, that would put on Darabar evening, and the party is Frodar night,” said Clare, “and Gangrels don’t miss a party if they help it.”
“Hopefully tomorrow night, as I think all three could do with some weapons handling training, before the raid,” said Paul as the stairs creaked and Gareath opened the door at the bottom and in walked Gareath, Rose and Sym, they all had new dark street combats.
Greacher made room on the three seater couch and both Rose and Sym sat down and took out their tins and each rolled them selves a blunt and smoked it.
“So what brings you to the streets of South Peninsula Paul?” Tarack asked as he wandered over from the small Kitchen area, “Oops, sorry ladies, gent didn’t realise you had come down. Drinks?” Tarack asked.
“Please,” replied Sym, “Coffee, white, no sugar, thanks.”
“Thank you Tarack, make that two coffees the same, thanks,” Rose replied.
“Black coffee, thanks Tarack,” Gareath said
“Shopping, I’m now back as a full time ghost and elite Conspiracy operator, I’m now officially a Hunter and I think if Sarah has her way, soon to be an honourable Gangrel.”
“No actually I do want the three of you inducted as soon as possible,” said Clare.
“Tomorrow the three of you are going to get your first lesson on weapons handling, you are going to need to have been taught the basics before the policing action goes in,” Paul said.
“Who you guys raiding then?” Tarack asked.
“A unlisted gang called the Protectors,” replied Abbey.
“These Protectors, they don’t happen to have leader called his Lordship do they,” Tarack asked.
“Yeah, that’s what people have said his name is,” Clare responded.
“Be careful, he is totally insane, he thinks if he drinks the blood of the unfaithful he will gain their powers and become close to becoming a god,” Tarack replied.
“Our unit The Pen Wolf Hounds had a run in with His Lordship a few months back and we failed to capture him then, by a couple of minutes only,” Greacher said
“Don’t worry, we’ll be going in with two full Gangrel units, the Hunters and some elements from another elite Gangrel unit and I may ask Kev to join us, as he does operate a SAMAS powered Armour suit pretty well, and would provide us with the necessary fast pursuit unit should he try and make a break for freedom,” said Paul.
About half way through the afternoon, as Sym was getting some drinks, Mads gave her a hand and said, “I think you might make a powerful wielder of magick my dear.”
At about 04:30AN the group got up to go and they all said, “It has been great meeting you all.”
Paul came up the stairs last and just before he disappeared up, “Keep Intelligence up to date on things, we are beginning to become proactive rather than re-active.”
“Will do Paul, hope to see you at the Academy reception ball this year,” Greacher said, “It will give some of the newer elite something to wet their appetites over before they start project work.”
“Talk to you soon, anyway, bye Mads, chat to you soon,” Paul called, and closed the door and walked up the stairs, and followed the rest of the group out of the back door and the group then headed back towards the car-park.
As the group walked, Sym turned to Paul and asked, “Can I ask you for some advice Paul?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Paul replied.
“Who should I go and see about seeing if what Mads told me is true,” Sym replied.
“What did she say?” Paul asked.
“She said that I could make a powerful wielder of magick,” Sym responded.
“Ithian or Sharra, they are the resident Magick wielders at the Club,” Paul replied.
“I want to have three of you Magick tested anyway,” said Paul, “it’s important as if any of you can wield magick then you can only take six tattoos, any more and it will affect your magick wielding abilities, and if that is the case then two tattoos are mandatory Protection from Vampires and a weapon tattoo is the second. The other four is your choice. I do advise all my students take the Protection from Vampires Tattoo, and I am telling you all now, I will be pushing very hard to get the unit into the Academy next year. You two already have impressed Jane, and Richard, with your dedication to the cause, and lets just say the way you lot handled yourselves back then was impressive I must say, bar yours Gareath, but I do understand why. Oh and yes, this year we are all going to the Academy reception ball. I think it would be a good experience for all of you, as I’m also trying to persuade Trish to go as well, she is seriously thinking about it at the moment.”
“What happens at the Ball?” Abbey asked.
“It’s would have been the first time the new year meets the elite ranks, they get introduced to the twelve and other members of the elite, normally all elite try and make it, as its an all weekend party and is held on the floors above 200 in Echo Tower in Echo Tech City,” Paul replied.
“Just remind me, how many floors in Echo Tower?” Clare asked, as the group turned down an alley way towards a small connivance store, which they passed and entered the shop next door.
“245 at the last count, I think Jane had another 4 floors added last year, but I’m not sure if they have gone live yet,” Paul replied.
The shop the group had entered was about 8 metres across and extended back by 20metres and had an ornate staircase going to the first floor. From the first floor came a voice like an angel which said, “Welcome visitors to Face Design,” and this lady walks down the stairs from the first floor salon. When she had reached the ground floor, she said, “Arh mistress Clare, mistress Abbey, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“Arage, we are outfitting these three new Gangrels from head to toe and they require some makeup tips from the mistress and master of the Goths.
Then a male figure appears from the back of the shop and glides towards the party and views the two gents and when he sees Paul he stuck his nose in the air, and said, “Oh it’s you, you rag-a-nummfin,” and embraces Paul, “Its been a while since you came up here.”
“I know, I’m back in the business now for good. Running corporation has become boring and I want the fun and adventure of being a Karzzar. Just dumped into Tarack and Greacher,” Paul said as iLleathe looks over his subjects.
“How long have you got here?” Arage asked.
“Hour possible hour twenty, why?” asked Paul.
“In that time I can work miracles with the way people look.” Arage replied, “Shall we my love.”
“Yes lets, please follow us, and if you three wouldn’t mind getting the things we require from down here we shall begin the final stages of your friend’s transformation,” iLleathe said.
“You know so many people Paul,” Clare said, and then asked, “How do you know these two?”
“Arage I met four years ago during my work into Tarack and Greacher, iLleathe is an escaped elf T-Man, I helped him escape from his master on Phase world some 170 years ago. He came with me when I came back to Darra Von and has never left, he thinks of Darra Von as the home he never had,” Paul said, as the three climbed the stairs to the salon and they then moved to the comfortable arm chairs, both Arrick and Gribbloath flew and landed on the back of Paul’s arm chair and smiled at Sym and Gareath, “iLleathe showed himself to have some skill in being an artist and that’s how he made his money, he drew, a lot of the landscapes and pictures taken from view points, are his, he never collects any royalty on the pictures it his way of giving something back to the world that has adopted him. Arage is just so skilled when it comes to the art of makeup. Most Goths come and see her when they have a special event.”
”Arage, you busy this Savraday, from about lunchtime onwards?” Clare asked, “No I’ve been trying to think what to get the couples for there wedding day, and why not give the six of them a complete makeover before the day.”
“Yeah,” said Abbey in agreement.
“Nothing planned, why,” Arage replied, whilst massaging shampoo into Sym’s hair. “God this hair is dirty, when was the last time you actually washed this, young lady?”
“Try about four months ago, the night before our mum and dad were killed.”
Paul said, “That’s a good point I want to look into that killing, and try and find out why.”
“How can you, Paul,” Clare asked.
“Being a ghost means you have access to other lines of enquiries the cops don’t have, like how and why corporations do things.”
In the other hair washing bowl, iLleathe was making sure that the matted hair of Gareath was clean before he took a pair of scissors to it, “Yes well I hope after today you will look after your hair better than you have been doing?”
“Yes I will, but living in a hole in the ground for the last four years, means things like washing hair don’t happen to often.”
“Ok, I’ll let you off then,” then after another two sessions of massaging shampoo in and washing it out, the water was running clear. “Good clean water rather then the dirty stuff, conditioner, and before you say anything, putting conditioner in to hair is an important way of making sure it is healthy and clean.”
“Ok,” Gareath said.
“And I need to do it before you decide what colour you want it to go.”
”What?” Gareath asked.
“See the computer screen up their?” iLleathe asked,
“Yes I do,” replied Gareath.
Gareath’s picture appeared and his hair was coloured matt black then it changed to dark violet. “we use it to show customers what their new looks will be like before we start the transformation,” said Arage.
Sym was looking at the one with two side bunches were tied to the back of her head, it would allow her the freedom of having them loose or tight, “That one, that colour,” Sym requested.
“Nice idea, young one,” Arage said, “Clare can you get me bottle number red 176, green number 4, and blue number 134, thanks.”
“No problem,” Clare said and she headed down the stairs and went hunting for the bottles, and returned after a couple of minutes carrying the three, she put them on the side next to where Arage was rinsing out the conditioner.
Clare returned to her seat and said, “I’ve been thinking about the way the unit is made up.”
“Oh, in what way?” Abbey asked.
“Us three, we are all heading down the road of powerful close quarters fighters. Lets say for argument sake one of those three is Magickal, and I think Rose is looking at joining us three in respects, leaving one to operate in a support role,” Clare said.
“Yeah, I can see that, but you thinking of adding who to it?” Paul asked, “and I agree with you concerning Rose, but your scenario about one of them being gifted in that way may be true, Mads said to Sym when she was getting some drinks, that she could make a powerful wielder of magick.”
“Now that is, but Sharra is to busy with security at the Club, ain’t she?” Clare said.
“Don’t be surprised if Sharra doesn’t hand a lot to Sam to teach a new welder of magick and I think Sharra would be good at it and I know of at least three other wielders in the Suraban area who would love the chance to teach.,” Paul said.
Arage had moved onto Rose whilst the colour treatment was working, iLleathe called out, “Can someone get me Red 78, Green 38, and Blue 38, please.”
“No problem,” said Abbey and disappeared down the stairs and returned after a minute with the correct bottle numbers.
“I’ve not spoken to anyone about this, but do you remember the cult raid when we freed all those trapped fairies?” Abbey asked.
“Yeah I do,” said Clare.
“Did you see Hell Bright’s, Claire’s and the other’s eyes, when their heads snapped back, I seriously thought their necks had been broken,” Abbey said.
“Blood red, no pupils?” Paul asked.
“Yeah,” replied Abbey.
“It’s the power of the ritual they were casting, and the power being channelled, you forget I was there as well,” Paul said.
“Yeah I know, so what was the static charge we felt building up,” Abbey asked.
“That’s the Mana pooling before the casters manipulate and release the energy into the target site,” Paul said, “If you want to learn how Magick works, go and talk to Ithian or Sharra, remember ask them and they will be happy to pass experiences and knowledge on to you.”
“Ok, I think we will, Paul,” replied Abbey
“Am I right in guessing that the stuff you have done up to now is light stuff what with the Wacker Incident and the Protectors?” Clare asked.
“Yes, very much so, get this weekend out of the way and you lot will start getting fit, and I think you two along with the other Gangrel units, should start training the new recruits, and who were you looking at adding Clare?”
“Dominic, Anna and Tony. They proved them selves resourceful over the Cult raid, and very effective in the close support role they took on when we hit Wacker last week, and the proved themselves to be very good at the long range sniper work,” Clare replied.
“Yes, I agree with you there, Clare, and the one thing I know about being a sniper it’s a lonely profession normally, and those three seem to enjoy each other’s company and know how to relieve each other’s tension,” Paul said.
“So you have no problem with it, them?” Clare asked.
“No, I was thinking about something similar but may be not with those three,” Paul replied.
“Ask then this Frodar at the Pre-wedding bash,” Abbey said.
* * * * * *
The rest of the hour was watching the three learn how to apply Goth and Gangrel makeup. At about 05:30AN the group were walking back to the car-park, when the group ran into some very annoying abnochoius late teen arse holes in Chav clothing, and sat on a the steps that led to an upper floor, were a group of other Chav youngsters. Clare could see Gribbloath getting pissed of and thought to him, “Wait and see I think Rose, Sym are going to do something.”
“I’ve had it with them,” said Rose and Sym together and turned.
As Paul said, “Same here,” Paul looked at the twins and saw two girls who were just getting very pissed off with the in your face nature of the three, he had also just noticed Gareath wasn’t too happy either, and said, “Have some fun.”
“Thank you Paul,” said Rose, and the three walked over and rammed a palm strike right in to the nose area of each of the three. They then turned an went back to chatting to Clare and Abbey about the addition of new members.
Gribbloath looked at the scene in utter shock, he had never seen a bunch of people get such a cumupance so fast.
The three teenagers just sat down after getting hit with blood pouring from their now squashed noses. Paul stood and as he turned, “Learn something, bullying people you don’t know, can lead to injuries,” and Paul followed the rest of the group. When Paul had caught up the group he said, “Nicely executed.”
“Thank you Paul, I hope you didn’t mind me getting involved,” Gareath said.
“No I saw you had had enough, I had also had enough and was going to have a few words, but let the young ones hurt the slightly older ones, it normally puts people in their places,” Paul said.
“I did wonder why the other’s didn’t move to assist?” Gareath said.
“Maybe something to do with us two, we both had our jackets open and I know one could see my 357 automatic,” said Abbey, “and even if they had moved to help, Gangrels help Gangrels and Hunters definetly help Hunters.”
* * * * * *
The run back was not great but they did make it back in an hour which isn’t bad for a run from South Penisula to Bariskin district, was close to if not slightly over a hundred miles.
They arrived back at the club at about 06:45AN and the briefing was due to start in 15 minutes.
Abbey said, “Damn I hoping to get food, before the briefing.”
“Don’t worry, the canteen don’t close, if nothing is out on the food runs, go and knock on the canteen doors, normally means they are cleaning up but like with the rest of the staff here, they just love working here.”
“I’ve noticed that, all the staff love working at the club, how come, I would have expected to have some stressed people over the pasted few weeks, but not once. Why?” Abbey asks as she walks with Paul and the rest of the group to wards the briefing room.
“Its very simple. the pay is not great, but the perks, first class treatment at any Echo Tech run medical facility, world wide that is, they get to play with state of the art equipment, tools, and they get to have fun, most of the FAVs in the garage, will have had I would say 90% of any modification already tested out and if it didn’t work, then it is removed, if someone comes up with an idea that works, then that it is used. All of the staff love their career, the chefs love cooking, some dinner times, you will come down and see three of the chefs, carving up the meat before they put it on the plate and other people from the back area serving the rest of the food. And then add in to the equation everyone is automatically listed as a full ghost and offered the training to go with it. That’s what you three will start on tomorrow, weapons handling and fire fight tactics. Tomorrow will be basic weapons handling, firing range procedures and battle simulation training. I think Bill will be joining us as well as Jaboc did say he was interested in learning.”
Stood up front was Sandra with Nibs, along with Blackie and Pixie, sat a short distance away holding her tablet, and listening to something as her head was moving in time to some music. Sandra then said, “Welcome all to this a Central authorized police action against an unlisted gang. What Intelligence has been able to gather about the gang is that it extorts money from its victims and then firebombs any that don’t pay. The leader is named His Lordship, and that’s about all we know.”
“Capture and confindment is preferred on this one, as friends of mine had a run in, we think to be the same gang and he escaped a few minutes ahead of them,” Paul said.
“Thank you Paul, I will leave tactical operations down to the unit leaders and how they want to play things, myself and Nibs will be in control running the operation and I think Bill will be in the battle bus, as I think Jaboc has volunteered to provide heavy support,” Sandra finished, “I now hand over to the Assault leaders, Clare and Abbey.”
“Thank you Sandra,” said Clare and the two walked to the front. “From recon and limited aerial work, we know the gang’s HQ is this building in the middle of this bad lands area, most of the surrounding buildings are basically shells either burnt out or have been damaged due to combat happening. Our advice is don’t use them unless necessary, use the cars and other obstacles for cover rather than the buildings.”
“Can I ask the Marauders and the Hunters, how well versed are they at night ops?” Abbey asked.
“Not to bad, thanks, we’ve been briefed about the black light armour and vision rigs, bar getting use to using then which we’ll do tonight,” Dean replied.
“Doing what?” asked Paul.
“Playing Tag, Bulldog, Hide and seek, style games, using the rigs and armour. Most of us trained in medium street armour, to be now given Black Light is. Different,” Dean said.
“Count at least three more in to those games,” Paul said.
Abbey looked at him in a way to ask, who?
“Rose, Sym and Gareath, they need to learn how to use the rigs as well. It would be fun for all of us to get involve as I do recon we’re going to working together,” Paul replied.
Clare looked around the gathered group and saw sat in the opposite the corner Dominic, Anna and Tony, she smiled when she saw them. The next twenty minutes was spent working out unit tactics, and how the overall plan should work. At about 07:30AN the briefing broke apart and the Marauders and Hammers headed for the canteen as neither had had dinner yet, all the Gangrels walked from the briefing room to the canteen for dinner.
Behind the Hunters which was walking as a group, Lara, Dean and Michelle walked and Lara called out, “Hang on Hunters.”
At this the Hunters stopped and turned and waited for the following guys to catch up.
Lara said, as the three got close, “Hi, I’m Lara, second in command of the Marauders, this is.”
“Dean unit commander of the Hunters and this is Michelle my number two,” Dean said.
Michelle in very broken basic said, “Sorry my basic is not great.”
“No problems, by being number two means you must have the respect of your unit,” said Abbey.
“And generally me and Michelle ain’t to far apart, and on the field its more actions anyway.”
“True, allow me to introduce, myself Abbey, my partner Clare, Sym, Rose, Gareath. The other three you will see around are Dominic, Anna and Tony, a three man sniper team.”
“Dinner calls,” said Rose.
“Very True,” said Paul.
“And oops sorry Paul, Paul Delimetry, our units instructor stoke member,” said Abbey.
“Oh may I say excellent footage on Digital Systems News of the last assault. The announcer never gave the guy’s name who was shooting it as battle went in,” Lara said.
“I’ll tell you who was doing the filming, me, Nibs, Paul and Jum. All the vision Rigs have inbuilt cameras that allow for live transmission to a central place and we set up a complete news studio up and ran the battle live as we went in, I’ve since found out that in Suraban alone, 13 million people switched over to watch, as none of the other channels were carrying anything about the war other than related issues stories. It was as if the war wasn’t happening.”
Gary caught the group up and said, “With that in mind, Central has asked the Gangrels put together a better video for them to show at schools, and I have been asked by my old school’s coach to put one together for showing to next year’s football team, he’s hopping it will stop any notions of becoming a street gang, I was thinking of showing an edited version of the war zone against the Aces, I’ve already said that I would be more than willing to go in and have a chat with them about being a member of a street gang. Which is still the biggest reason most people join gangs.”
“I know Gary, Initially,” Abbey started to say and then they arrived at the food run.
Lara just behind then, “I must cost a bit, to run.”
Gary replied, “It does but Jaboc earns enough from his ventures to finance it.”
Paul smiled at Gary’s explanation and exited the run with a good sized roast dinner and a large piece of apple pie and cream, Paul took his normal drink of two pints of pure orange juice from the machine and walked towards a free table, and was quickly joined by Abbey, and Sym. When the group reached the table they sat down. Lara, Dean, Gary and Michelle closely followed by Clare, Rose and Gareath walked over and grabbed seats further up.
When everyone had finished eating, Paul said to the unit commanders, “when are you planning on starting the fun and games?”
“In a couple of hours, let it get dark then lets have fun,” Dean said.
”Ok, we’ll see you about then,” Paul said and the Hunters got up and took their empties to the wash up point and they headed for the main club. As Clare headed off towards where Dominic, Anna and Tony were sitting chatting to Tina, Abs and Sandra, Arrick followed the rest of the group. The six’s fairy and pixie companions were sat on the table eating some food
Clare walked around behind the three snipers and tapped said, “Myself and Abbey wish to have a chat with the three of you.”
“A bit secretive that Clare,” said Tina.
Clare just looked at her, and said, “It about you three joining the hunters.”
“What us three, in your unit!!” exclaimed Tony.
“Come and chat with us and then give us your answer. I’m heading for the Tattoo Parlour now, and your might as well get to meet the three newest recruits anyway,” Clare said.
“True,” said Anna.
“May I say you have three good looking Gangrels now Clare,” Sandra said.
“Thank you. That’s a good point, who have you got doing your hair and makeup for Sumbar?” Clare asked.
“No on yet, Why?” asked Sandra.
“We asked Arage and iLleathe if they would come and do it, our wedding present to all of you, and Mads says hi.”
“Currently worn clothes from Mads, you need to take Nibs before you disappear to the Academy and ask after Tarack and Greacher,” said Clare.
“Tarack and Greacher, ok, I will do,” Sandra said.
“Come on you three,” said Clare and led the group, followed by the three’s pixie friends, out of the canteen and up the ramps to the reception where, Clare turn the three, “You guys got your pass cards?”
“Yes,” all three replied.
“Ok, just checking,” responded Clare, and walked up to the third floor. She stopped outside the Parlour, Clare then knocked on the door.
Paul called from inside, “Come in you three,” after the four walked in they saw Rose and Sym both sat in the two dentist style chairs. “Before I start and activate the Silence spell. Allow me to explain, Do you know who I am other than being the Chair of Digital systems?”
“No,” replied Anna, “That’s about all we do know other than the information we were told on Savraday evening.”
“Right, I am as Nicolai said, a Black Karzzar and also a Tattoo Demon slayer, and as part of being that I can inscribe magical Tattoos,” and he tapped one and a massive Parrie Lion appeared and sat beside Paul, and it then disappeared, “Rose here has requested yesterday that I tattoo a dual headed sword staff, so she always has a weapon with her at all times.”
Paul then turned to Rose and asked, “Are you ready, I warn you again this is incredibly painful, I won’t start until I am sure you are under and ready for me to start.”
Rose nodded, and laid back, she then started to breathe slowly, Abbey passed her the blunt she had and Rose then took a few deep breaths inhaling the smoke into the deep parts of her lungs, she then closed her eyes and focused on a pin prick of light, and she then attempted to take hold of the pain receptors in the arm area and cut them off from her senses. Paul the focused all his attention on to the small area of skin tapped the head of the chair and started.
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Twenty Five minutes later Paul looked up and tapped the head of the chair and said, “My god, what pain control you have, Rose.”
From everyone on the out side had heard and Paul not, was Sym screaming in agony. But never once letting go of her twin’s hand.
“Yeah, right, did you hear Sym Paul?” Clare asked.
“No,” replied Paul,
“Yeah, twenty five minutes of her screaming in agony.”
“Oops sorry, me and my sister share pain, we can both control our own pain and transfer onto the other one,” said Sym, “I forgot that you lot were here when the first initial stab happened.”
“Not to worry, I’ll just remember to activate the silence on both chairs then,” said Paul, “You decided yet Sym?”
“I have the Protection against Vampires please to start with,” Sym said.
“No problem,” Paul said. Then he turned to the three people and said, “Sorry, I guess Abbey and Clare haven’t told you yet,”
“No, they haven’t,” said Dominic.
“And before I know you don’t see yourselves as in your face fighters, we ain’t asking for that, we want a long range tactical support unit, not a random flatten anything, A specific target dies leaving the surrounding area untouched. Style of support unit,” said Abbey.
Clare continued, “That operates well in all combat forms, Long range precision work like the work, on the Cultist raid, to the close Tactical support firepower you provided on the Wacker raid.”
“I have my eyes on one maybe two more, but they would fulfil the close support our work would have us do. Sym thinks and has been told by a Magick wielder that she may possess the talents. Ithian said, he has no problem testing you all out tomorrow at some point, just go up to his lab wall and knock. And Jaboc does ask, has everyone had a basic medical done yet, one of the requirements of working or staying here at the club is everyone has a medical. In other matters, I am going to start looking at moving us to the third floor of the apartment complex where the other Gangrels are.”
“Why?” Abbey asked.
“Give us more room, for one, and mean that anyone can come and chill rather than not wanting to cause of the third floor, rules,” Paul said.
“That’s a good point I have all your clothes in the van,” Dominic said
“Can you give us a few days, to decide?” asked Anna.
“Yeah, no problem, but you staying this evening or you guys got to get back tonight?” Paul asked.
“No, Sarah’s given me the next week until Torbar off,” Dominic said.
“You know the Marauders and the Hammers are playing a few team games later this evening so they can get use to the vision rig,” said Abbey.
“May give the chance learn the pros advantages the system gives us as a team,” Tony said.
“Oh, yes, another thing, is that when ever I get invited places me and the my team go too, and I am going to very pushy and push for the Hunters to go to the Academy in next years intake, If Jum and Wong hadn’t already been selected, I would have said Clare and Abbey go. As the maximum the Academy take each year takes is twelve. That’s not changed since the Twelve was the first year to attend and graduate.”
“All the twelve was first year to graduate after completing the five year course that is the Academy. Most students spend a good few years teaching or assisting in Academy or personal projects. I have a feeling that Nicolai may suggest that at the next advisory meeting, that he, Jane and if Kev hasn’t, Kev does as well stand down in favour of a successor or another member of the twelve, the rest of the twelve knew that if things took a turn for the worse that they may have to step up to the breach and replace us. I trust my successor and I have warned him that I will always keep a light touch on the wheel from time to time, he will never know when I am, unless it warrants me getting involved. He knows enough not to ask questions when news stories come in via the wires.”
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Up until about 09:30AN Paul chatted and started work on Sym’s Heart with a stake through it tattoo and Gareath’s Eye with a Dagger in it Tattoo, which as he said would make perfect sense, He hits an enemy with that, blind him then either Clare or Abbey hit them, can’t see, oh fuck I’ve been poisoned, collapse.
Paul thought, ‘I think some one could be right about this team.’
At 09:30AN the group left the Parlour which Clare locked up as Paul had also upgraded accounts of the group, as security was back to normal the rules required all rooms on the third floor remain locked unless occupied. The group walked down from the third floor to sub basement 1 and the armoury. Already there was Claire, Hell Bright, Ren, Paul, and Wong, along with the five fairy companions.
Wong turned and said, “You guys up for arse kicking, I’ve been challenged to a night fight on club grounds, tag and your dead?”
“Yeah, who is it?” Clare asked.
“Us, against the Marauders and the Hammers, all Vs. all,” Wong said.
“What including us?” Dominic said.
”Yeah, why not, I heard from a reliable source that if the two teams out there waiting for us had been able to team, together they would have scored pretty close to 100 out of a 100,” Clare said.
“Right then I say we find out how good they are and then we match our level to theirs with our other abilities, I think limit speed boost at crossing spaces, improved senses, and very definently using our friends. This I think will be interesting.” Wong said, and got a nod from all.
When everyone was ready, and was walking out, Anna who was walking beside Rose and Sym and Gareath was just in front, said, “Clare says this is your first time with the Vision Rigs?”
All three nodded.
“Ok. A quick run down on the functionality, the rig provides the user with thermo vision, Low light Vision and infra red vision, along with a visual display of weapon status, where all your friends are in location to you. It also provides an advanced interface to the computers here in Control. Look into the eye area, do you see one screen that looks like a mess,” all three nodded again, “right, on the side of the unit is a switch, move it forward and it activates the eye scanner, you can now select something by looking at it and then blink once to select it, now move it with your eye,” and after a couple of seconds, “blink again to drop the item. Now bottom right hand corner is a small icon, find it and quickly blink twice, that activates something. What that icon does is open up the 180 degree view option now you can put things wherever you want in the screen area.”
“Nice, piece of Tech,” Gareath said, as Bill, with Hrilam flying beside Bill’s leg, ran up from behind, “Jaboc suggested I join you lot and start to mix with people my own age rather than the drug addicts I use to. Oh yeah sis, dad is coming tomorrow, with Hemma, Beatrice and Damien, he pulled then from school today over what the school was teaching the children about all the good the corporations did in the world. Jaboc has already spoken to Nicolai about it and I think they are both planning to meet dad tomorrow to discuss options.”
Night fight tag, was fun, the Vixens and the Hunters won, just, 3 games to 2. Especially when Blackie and Pixie decided to get involved and the joker element helping and hindering both sides equally. Pixie may have slightly helped a bit more both Sym and Rose.
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Welcome Duggie to the Club.
Chapter 5 — Training and Teachers — Welcome Duggie to the Club. — Ulleam 6th Ebinar
At 08:00 knock, knock was heard from Rose’s door and a voice called through, “time to wake up sleepy head breakfast in 15minutes then to the range for 09:00 for the rest of the day in basic fire combat training.”
Rose slowly swung her legs over and she brushed the upper arm area and a stabbing pain ran through her body, she thought, ‘I must check that out with Sym and Paul today,’ after five minutes Rose was up, but she was not awake, the throbbing in her arm made sure of that, she opened her door, walked out and turned left. She then saw Sym and Gareath just passing the end of the corridor, Rose called out to them, “Hang on you two.”
Sym heard Rose call out, she stopped, then back tracked a few steps and dumped in to Rose as she came round the corner at speed, only Gareath’s quick thinking saved the two from ending up on the floor.
Sym said, “Hi sis, thanks Garth. I want Wong’s hair,” Sym said in angust, “I would love to know how she keeps it so long with out it breaking.”
“Ask her, Sym,” Gareath said, “There she goes now,” and he then turned to Rose and said, “Good morning Rose, I can see you are the worse for wear this morning.”
“Yeah, the arms is throbbing, and because of it I didn’t get much sleep,” Rose said, as the pair turned down the ramp from the third to the second floor, “So how’s your arm?” Rose then asked.
“Sore, very sore, but its worth it in the long run,” Gareath said.
“Yeah, true, seeing Jackie again would be a nice,” Rose said.
“Yeah, Who is this Jackie person anyway?” Abbey asked as she strolled up, with Gribbloath flying just above her head and rested her hands on there shoulders, “If its anything like I would say my first, but that was done by a evil little psycho, its throbbing and sore.”
“Yeah, some what,” Rose said, “No Jackie to me and Sym is the closest thing we got to a mum we used to have, some one who cared and made sure we were safe, I just really like her.”
“To me,” Gareath said, “Jackie is my partner, I witnessed the murder of Jackie’s mum, Mel, and I then rushed the attacker before he could fire and kill Jackie. He fell from the roof of the Central Plaza Hotel. From that point two years ago we never talked about it until we found Rose and Sym huddled in a doorway wet and cold. I’ve visited the local cop shops and asked if they had any open, unsolved cases and it looked like the death of Jackie’s mum, is closed as the shooter jumped.”
“Be careful Gareath that it don’t destroy you, go and see some one about it talk about it and when we do find Jackie, the two of you talk it over,” Abbey said, “Paul taught me and Clare a lesson a few weeks ago about strong emotions. Use it constructively otherwise it will destroy you and those you hold dear.”
“Yes I will do, at the same time I go and get my medical done,” replied Gareath.
“Good, just so you guys know, Claire and Bill will probably be joining us as well,” Abbey said.
“Why Claire, she’s been here a while, hasn’t she?” Rose asked.
“Why Claire, until a few weeks ago the closest she ever got to a gun was more than likely similar to you two, but Darabar she’s on the firing line. She doesn’t know the first thing about weapon safety and it would allow her the chance to learn and get use to a weapon with out the vision rigs, because firing one with the rigs is very different to firing one without,” Abbey said, “Both me and Clare underwent four full weekend’s worth of training in the safe handling of fire arms when we joined the Gangrels. We both joined an established unit, but we still both did the training. I’m looking at probably starting the armoury courses offered as a part of the club membership, because if we do go to the academy, it will provide us with a useful grounding in all things lethal and dangerous. As I play to work very much on creating things lethal and functional.”
“I have a question concerning Nibs, there something about Nibs that ain’t quite right, I can’t put my finger on it, but she has,” Gareath said and then was stopped when.
“There is,” said a voice just behind them as Nibs, Sandra and the three Companions all walked towards the same down ramp, “What do you want to know?” asked Nibs as the five caught Gareath, Rose and Abbey up.
“I can’t put my finger on it, but you have a presence that breads confidence and loyalty, and yet you don’t look older than, I would say you are 20 maybe 21,” Gareath said, and Rose nodded in agreement.
“I’ve not been that age before, hun,” said Nibs to Sandra, “No I’m only just 18, use to be a whimpish little bloke who got the brunt of the bullying at school, that was until my final exams had finished and went to a party organised by the Vixens, and I’m the result of that party. That was what the one thing the school bullies over looked, I don’t play the big team sports like football, or grabit. The sports I enjoy are cycling and street fighting. So pay back is a bitch, when the time comes. The confidence bit, no idea, I just know what I am doing is right and I will try my best at it.”
“18,” said Rose in shocked tones, “You’ve got to be order than 18.”
“No she ain’t,” replied Sandra, “she’s only been 18 since the 17th of Auar.”
“Well, back to business now the Wacker Incident is over,” Nibs said.
Abbey turned to Nibs and asked, “Who’s working control this evening?”
“You mean who’s controlling the policing action?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah,” replied Abbey.
“That would be me and Nibs,” said Sandra, “The plan is to have at least two Gangrels working control at all times, Mystique and some of the local units have all said they would be happy to supply people to work control.”
“That would be good, and that’s something I do need to check, which units work in the area,” Abbey said.
“You know your unit now answers to no one except Sarah and Gareth, and you make all the operational decisions,” said Sandra.
“Yeah, The Hunters are A+ even though you’ve only just been formed. Sarah signed executive order number 5 a couple of days ago and moved The Hunters and the Vixens to the status of Body guard units. And for as long as the Vixen’s are out of the loop, the unit name The Bitch Vixens will be added to the wall, and no unit will be able to take that name as theirs,” Abbey said, “We were told that yesterday before the Marauders and Hammers arrived.”
As the group walked into the canteen they saw the two Clares , Bill and Paul, along with each of their fairy and pixie partners, sitting eating breakfast, Nibs asked Abbey, “Are you listed on Ghost Net Abbey?”
“Not sure,” replied Abbey.
“Hang on, I’ll check,” Nibs said. Nibs took out her PDA and opened NetView and checked for Abbey’s ghost net page, the search brought up Abbey’s associate page only, “What are your plans for the day Abbey?” Nibs then asked.
“Training with the Hunters, Claire and Bill are joining us as well,” Abbey replied.
The group approached the food run and each one gathered up a good sized breakfast, at the end of the run as normal was a couple of large plastic bowls, with Daraus’ food and water in.
As Abbey passed the food bowl she picked it up and placed it on her tray and said to Nibs, “I have Daraus’ food bowl.”
“Thanks Abbey,” replied Nibs, and then grabbed Daraus’ water bowl, and followed Abbey, Rose and Gareath to one of the tables.
When everyone had got there, Nibs put her hand on the food bowl Abbey had and put her bowl on the ground and looked at Daraus whilst Abbey put the food bowl down. As the food bowl hit the ground, Daraus had his head stuck into the bowl and was munching his way through breakfast .
“How’s the new Gangrel units settling in, Abbey?” Sandra asked
“I think they are ok, I’m not sure what they are doing about furniture. Paul has talked about us moving the Parlour to the same building and also basing the Hunters there instead of in the main Club. It may prove to be good, and it may not. Did you hear the Marauders lost their unit commander a couple of days ago, and from what I saw of Lara, The Marauders second in command, yesterday lunch time she didn’t seen to be too badly phased by things, only time will tell, anyway Gary now is now in command of the unit,” replied Abbey, “I think it may prove useful to have a couple of units just out of training with us training up these three, we all had fun last night playing tag with the vision rigs.”
“It look like fun,” Nibs replied, “Me and Sandra were sat on the roof yesterday evening looking up at the stars. From what we saw both Blackie and Pixie help and hindered each team equally.”
“What was the final score line?” Sandra asked.
“3,2, to us the club against the combined Marauders and Hammers. They are very good when team working,” Abbey said, “It should be more fun when these three understand basic combat operations better, and know the signals we use.”
When breakfast was finished, Nibs, Sandra, Daraus, Blackie and Pixie headed for Control and left the rest of the group sat eating and chatting awaiting Paul Snr. who was going to be teaching them.
“Very few of the Vixens know what the club has to offer in the way of training and recreation facilities,” Paul said, “Claire told me yesterday that she had asked Richard if she could be taught fire arms handling before she went to the Academy. Richard pointed her to Paul Snr.”
Paul Snr. walked up from the direction of the armoury and said, “Right shall we depart for the range, Hi Paul, you joining us as well?”
“Yeah I am, I hope you don’t mind,” Paul replied.
“No, it gives us a better chance to advise and correct mistakes and problems as they arise,” Paul Snr. replied.
The group got up and cleaned up their dirty plates and followed Paul Snr. out of the Canteen towards the Garage via the Armour, where Paul Snr. asked Anton, who was working the front desk, “Has Benny taken the H-8s and ammunition to the range yet?”
“Yes he has Paul,” Anton replied.
Paul Snr. then led the group through the garage and along a short distance of the underground road that linked most of the buildings around the edge of the club grounds with the club itself. When the group had arrived at the Range door, Paul Snr. saw that a red lamp above the door was flashing and said, “Ok group, see the lamp above the door,” the group nodded to indicate that they had, “is flashing, it means that the range is in use. You have two options you can either check the range via the viewing room, which is entered by that door, at which Claire opened and Charrbrr and Deedban flew in to and was closely followed by the other fairy partners, or you can walk in to the range itself, I would advise using the viewing room as it can be rather noisy when many people are shooting. I know who’s using the range at the moment as I spent a couple of hours in here myself this morning loosing some rounds down range.” Paul then turned and opened the door and indicated for everyone to enter.
When the group had entered Paul saw the partners had landed on the sill and was watching the activities and going ons in the range itself.
When everyone had entered Paul Snr followed them in and closed the door, he then led the group to the large open area near the right hand side of the range. From the far end of the range the group could hear some one was burst firing a weapon. The open area was divided into two distinct areas one area had marks along the floor to indicate firing positions and the other area behind in was where people stood and watched or spotted for the shooters. Paul said, “In this area if there is a range officer, then their word is law, you don’t mess around in here at all, I’m not saying that any of you would, but I have been on some ranges when people have been messing around.”
“Paul,” Paul Jnr said, “Who are the qualified Range officers?”
“Myself, Nicolai, Richard, Jane, Jaboc, Benny Sharra, Sam, Anton, Ann, and Damien who is the guy firing down the far end,” replied Paul Snr., “anyway, whilst using the open range, you all should wear ear defenders,” and Paul issued each person with a set of ear defenders, and then said, “if I say cease fire, stop firing at the next best point, if you are at the point of no return, fire, if not try not to.”
“Which one of the experienced shooters wants to tell me the first rule of weapon’s handling?” Paul Snr. asked.
Clare stuck her hand into the air and said, after Paul Snr. had indicated for her to do so, “First rule of safety is when you are handed a rifle make sure the safety is on and if its not, query it with the previous owner.”
“Good,” replied Paul Snr., “second rule someone.”
Paul Jnr. stuck his hand in to the air along with Abbey, Paul Snr. pointed to Paul Jnr. to answer, “The next rule is if it has a magazine stuck up into the magazine port, remove the magazine, check it and then check the breach. If no magazine is in place, check the breach to make sure it is clear.”
“Very good,” Paul Snr. replied, “You will find that most weapons if they are racked will have a full magazine loaded, but that’s to do with us being a combat centre, most commercial ranges will store weapons without magazines being loaded. Right I asked Benny if he wouldn’t mind supplying a rack of H-8 assault rifles and 2000 rounds of magazined ammunition.” Paul Snr. then started to issue the H-8s to the new firers along with sights to the spotters.
As Paul Snr. was issuing the H-8s he intentionally moved the safety selector from the safe to single round as he issued Claire with her H-8. As she had been told to, she checked the safety selector and said, “Paul, this is correct?” and showed Paul Snr. the safety switch.
“No, good. Be warned I run little tests like that with people I’m training to make sure you lot always check,” Paul Snr. replied and continued to issue the weapons and sights. He then saw Anna, Dominic and Tony were stood in the viewing room and waved them in. Paul Snr. also smiled when he saw the fairy and pixie companions sat on the sill in the viewing room
As the three entered they were joined by Nibs, along with Blackie, who was carrying her new bow and six full quivers of arrows. Nibs smiled as she passed the group and walked towards where Damien was shooting after grabbing a pair of ear protectors.
Anna said, “I saw you enter the range, but was waiting for Anton to issue Dominic and Tony their boxes, and as we weren’t sure on the range rules we thought it better to wait in the viewing room than to actually walk in.”
“Ok, well you’re here now, Anna can I take it you are here to spot as you ain’t got a weapon?” Paul Snr. asked.
“Yeah that was the idea I had to either help the new people or to spot for Tony and Dominic,” replied Anna.
“Would you mind spotting for either Bill or Gareath, otherwise I’m spotting for two,” Paul Snr. asked.
“No problem,” replied Anna.
“Spotters if I could also ask that you watch the shooters and correct general fire problems, as it’s easier to fix problems now rather than to unteach problems later,” Paul Snr. said.
All the four spotters said, “No problem.”
Paul Snr. then commanded, “Firers and spotters to your fire lanes please.” When all five firers had taken a fire lane, and had been joined by a spotter in the next door lane, he commanded, “To the prone position and ready.”
Each of the spotter’s checked the firers and corrected any obvious problems with the way they were positioned.
When Paul Snr. saw that each of the firer was ready, he placed beside each a full magazine of 40 rounds and when he had placed the last next to Gareath, he commanded, “Firer’s load.”
A couple of seconds later the all five firers had slotted the magazines home and operated the action to load the first round, Paul Snr. commanded, “At the target in front, single round fire grouping, in your own time open fire.”
Very quickly a rolling crack was heard as all seven shooters fired the first round. About five minutes later the five trainees had fired off the last of the 40 rounds. Both Dominic and Tony just kept firing as Dominic was practicing grouping accurate burst fire on to the target and Tony was just practicing.
When the last round had been fired from the trainees, Paul Snr. commanded, “Trainees, unload.”
The spotters for each of the trainees ran through the unload procedures and when it was finished check and cleared the weapons. When all five weapons had been cleared the firers used the spotter scopes and checked their targets.
Clare who had been spotting for Sym said, “Some of your shot groups weren’t to bad, and some were terrible, but I think that’s more due to this being the first time you have handled and fired a firearm. I can’t see any problems with the way you handle the weapon either.”
“Thanks Clare, I did find the H-8 to be heavy and ouch my shoulder,” Sym replied.
“That to be expected, I think it took me five sessions on the range before I didn’t feel the kick, so don’t worry about it. I fully expect everyone to be bruised and to have aching arms after today,” Clare said.
Abbey who had been spotting with Rose had noticed distinct movement in the barrel when Rose had been firing and when Rose looked at the target said, “God that’s crap.”
“Yeah, well,” Abbey said, “I wouldn’t worry about it, the H-8 is a heavy weapon, and I do see most of The Hunters working with SMGs or similar rather than assault rifles, so I wouldn’t worry about that, what’s more important is that you can see where you are going wrong, and to put it bluntly you’ve been a Gangrel for two days, and it was a good three weekends of fitness and team work training before either me or Clare every got to handle a firearm other than our pistols. So I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“Thanks,” Rose said.
Paul Jnr. said when he had cleared Claire’s H-8, “Other than the H-8 being a lot heavier than the H-6 and the D-300, that was pretty good.”
“Thanks hun,” Claire said, “I did notice a distinct difference when firing the H-8, especially with out the vision rig.”
“I know, there is a distinct difference,” Paul Jnr. said, “I have to admit you had no noticeable movement when you were firing other than the last 15 rounds that trailed off.”
“My arms did start to ache at that point, so I ain’t surprised,” Claire said and smiled at her love.
Paul Snr said to Gareath, “That was impressive, almost all your rounds are within 6 inches of your first, and most of the grouping problems you had where due to a combination of the weapon’s kick and your arm being sore, I think.”
“Thanks Paul,” responded Gareath, “I did find the weapon to be a little heavy.”
“Yeah the H-8 is one of the more heavy assault rifles, only the TY-15 Battle Rifle is heavier, other than the ISWs and MGs that is,” Paul Snr. said, “if you lot feel up to firing in the same position as Tony, we shall do that position and only those who feel ready should try the standing position.”
Half an hour later Claire, Sym and Gareath had all tried all three, but Sym had gone back to the sitting position after firing two shots, Claire after ten and Gareath after 15 shots, as the weight of the H-8 took it’s toll on the firers.
When everyone had finished trying the three positions, Paul Snr. said, “Right time for you lot to find your selves your preferred weapons’.” He got up and was soon joined by the rest of the trainees, Anna also joined the group as Paul Snr. took the weapons from each trainee and replaced them on the rack, he then pushed it as the group walked towards the armoury. Clare remembered to open the door to the viewing room and out came the fairy companions who flew to their respective partners.
On the walk to the armoury Bill asked Anna, “Have you got any suggestions on what would be a good firearm Anna?”
“No, weapon choice is very much a personal thing, it depends on how you see your self as providing protection to specialists like Tony and Dominic, or just a general grunt,” Anna replied.
The group approached the armoury and Anna as all she wanted was her case, she walked to the window and asked Anton who standing behind the counter, “Can I have Anna Pickering, weapon’s box please.”
“No problem,” replied Anton and typed Anna’s name in to the terminal and after the display told him where in the main room it was, the robot went and brought to the end of the run,. Anton walked over to it and dragged it to the hatch and posted it through.
Anna accepted it and walked a short distance away and got out her HK77SMG and all ten of the magazines. She then locked the case up and put it on the run next to Dominic and Tony’s, she then walked back to the firing range.
Paul walked up to the window and asked Anton, “Is Benny about?”
“Yeah he’s in the office,” replied Anton.
“Could you get him thanks,” Paul requested.
“Sorry,” Anton replied, and called, “Boss, Paul’s here to see you.”
“Thank you Anton,” Benny called back and walked out of the office and over to the counter.
Paul walked up the counter to where Benny was waiting, “Any chance we can let the young ones loose in the weapons store and give then a basic armoury taster?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” Benny said, he then unlocked the door and open it. Paul pushed the rack of H-8s in and left then next to Benny’s office door way. Benny then closed and locked the armoury door and led the party to through the active box shelves, and through an opening in the four metre thick blast wall. The room beyond extended the armoury by another 75metres and the room contained shelf upon shelf of weapons, Benny turned to the group and said, “Young ones, in here we keep at least two copies of every single weapon on the market, and a lot of the ones that come out of the Academy. The more popular items, we keep more of, last count excluding the D-300s in the weapon boxes, we had 60 copies. Some of you may already know that myself, Sharra and Sam all run range courses, basic and advanced armoury courses, and we also run training workshops, and seminars and also training sessions. I noticed you booked out the whole battle simulation room, Paul Snr..”
“Yeah I know, I’m training the young ones,” Paul replied.
“You don’t get any argument from me on that point Paul,” Benny said.
“Yes, just wander and if you have any questions, bring the weapon here and show me or you, if your up to speed on the latest out of the arsenals Paul?”
“As up to date as a reporter should be on what may be trying to kill him,” retorted Paul.
As the group started to wander all the fairy and pixie partners sat on or flew slightly above their respective partners shoulders, and smiled.
* * * * * *
After spending ten minutes wandering the assault rifles, Claire walked back from the shelves carrying an MA60 Pulse assault rifle, when she had arrived, she asked Benny, “What are the differences between the MA60 and the MA260. I know both Nibs and Sandra use the MA260?”
“The biggest difference between the 60 and the 260 is the 260 has two 10mm barrels and carries 200rounds of ammunition compared to the 60’s single and 100rounds, in all other respects they are the same weapon,” Benny replied.
“So can I take it that any MA series weapon if it’s a 200 series weapon is has a twin barrel.”
“Pretty much yeah, except the MA-2000 is a 30mm auto cannon and the MA-1000 is 15mm rail gun.”
”Ok,” said Claire and went and sat down with Paul
“You got a copy of Nicolai’s missile rifle? Benny,” Paul asked
“Actually no we ain’t at the mo, I supplied the only other copy of it to Brain, the commander of Sarah’s prime body guard unit. We should have a new shipment arriving in the next couple of days, which should include at least three missile rifles, and three charge particle cannons,” Benny said.
Rose walked out carrying a Trig 27d SMG and walked over to where Paul and Benny were stood and sat. “Is this the same weapon as the one I had when I arrived?”
“That looks like the Trig 27d,” replied Benny, “Hang on, let me check what you had when you arrived.”
“I think it was the 27b Benny,” said Paul
Benny turned around and typed in Rose’s name into the computer terminal, after a couple of seconds, the terminal showed what was in Rose’s weapons box, “Yeah, your right Paul it was a 27b.”
“Ok, what the difference between the two?” Rose asked.
Benny replied, “The Trig 27d as that one is, a version upgrade on the Trig 27b. The nicest thing about the Trig 27 series is the arm support and the bullpup side in magazine make up. The Trig 27b can fire 600 9mm rounds a minute and has an effective range of about 400metres, the 27d has a fire rate of 720 rounds a minute and has a slight increase in the effective range. I think one of the fourth years at the Academy is working on giving certain weapons the ability to handle APEX as well as the normal rounds.”
“That will be nice,” replied Paul Snr..
“Excuse all the questions,” said Rose, “but what is an APEX?”
“The questions are good,” replied Paul, “It means your interested in learning and understanding. What an APEX round is, it stands for Armour Piercing Explosive tip, its slightly better at going through armour and then it blows up.”
“And makes a nasty mess,” said Benny.
“I think I may have found my fire arm then,” said Rose.
Paul asked Rose, “Have you been given a pistol yet?”
“No, me and Sym haven’t yet,” Rose replied.
Paul turned to Benny and asked, “Where do you keep pistols?”
“Over there,” replied Benny, and pointed to the two nearest shelves.
“What weapon would you recommend for Rose, Sym, Gareath and I guess Bill?” Paul asked Benny.
“For the girls, the Y7, I see Echo 44 or similar for Gareath, and for Bill, Delt 357,” replied Benny.
Whilst Rose was talking to Benny and Paul, Gareath was looking at the SMGs, and asked Abbey, who he could see in the next aisle, “Weapon modifications, how common are they?”
“What generally or you talking specific modifications,” Abbey replied.
“General but only to the Gangrels, and yes I have a couple of specific weapon modifications in mind,” said Gareath.
“What modifications you looking at?” asked Clare as she walked around the end of the aisle and approached Gareath.
“Converting a Trig 27d for left arm use and shortening the barrel on a pair, one for the right arm and one for the left, and having claws,” Gareath replied and continued, “Punch in, claws in and shoot the enemy as well.”
“I can see you becoming a person after our own hearts,” said Abbey as the three walked towards where Benny and Paul were sat.
When the three approached Gareath asked, “Benny would it be possible to modify a Trig 27d so I can wear it on my left arm and shorten the barrel on both the left arm one and a right arm?”
“That modification sounds like a punch gun almost,” said Paul.
“Yeah, your right Paul it does,” Benny said, then he turned to Gareath and said, “follow me,” and Benny led Gareath to an area labelled the ‘Weird and Wonderful’, and straight to this weapon, it looked like you wore it on the back of the hands.
“No, I can see what you mean, but no, I’m also planning on adding 3 or 4 blades to the backs of my hands so when I hit I shoot or I can rip or both, plus I want some ranged fire power.”
“Now I understand, and the answer is yes, do it yourself, most of the staff here are more than happy to help and advise when it comes to things like modifications.”
When Gareath heard Benny say ‘Do it yourself’, his eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.
“No, that’s a good point, when Jaboc opens the club from this Friday he has asked unless the unit are on operation then he wants you to work as hidden security, just use your eyes and ears on the floor of the club and inform security of any problems you hear about,” Paul said.
Bill walked from where the assault carbines where kept carrying a M42 Pulse Carbine and went and sat beside his sister and looked rather happy at his choice of weapon.
Paul Jnr. looked at Bill and said, “You look happy Bill.”
“Yeah I think I may have found my main weapon,” replied Bill
Sym then walked over carrying an MA-40 Carbine variant and as she approached her sister she said, “I think this is more my style, keep your arse out of trouble sister,”
Rose stuck her tongue out at Sym and smiled.
Benny then said, “Let me see about organising some ammunition for those. Pistols, Paul.”
“Good point, Your four go and have a look at the pistols and chose one,” said Paul
The four walked to where the pistols where kept and after looking at the large variety of pistols. Very quickly Sym had chosen hers which was Tard Kinetic 38 Automatic. Rose choose a Y7 automatic and both Gareath and Bill choose 44 Echo Magums.
“Carry your pistol everywhere unless Central rules indicate otherwise.” Clare said.
“And when the next supply shipment arrives I’ll get the garage to install hides in your unit’s FAVs Paul,” said Benny.
“Also could you ask then to install a hide for a either the A-58 Missile Rifle and the A-59 Neutral Particle Rifle,” asked Paul.
“Yeah ok,” said Benny as he disappeared into an closed off area.
Claire had been sat beside Paul, since she had decided to change from the D-300 and H-6 to the MA-60, “Do you know something hun, I feel so much more healthier since I joined the Vixens?”
“Yeah I noticed, you’re gotten a lot tougher as well,” Paul replied, “No longer are we seeing the shy Claire, which I love I may add, but I love all of you equally.”
“Good I hope so, I know I’m fitter than I ever have been,” Claire said.
“Yeah I have notice,” Paul said, “I’ve noticed you have been becoming a lot stronger as well.”
“Yeah, but saying that hun, is your mental toughness increasing, Ithian has started to teach both me and Hell Bright spells like Fear and Horrific Illusion,” Claire said.
“I think so, until the Wacker Incident started I knew that I could handle the stresses of Gang combat, but the rescue mission, that, was a whole another ball game, trained professional soldiers carrying similar equipment and with armoured vehicle backup, that is a whole another level of stress,” Paul said.
Paul and the others came back and at the same time Benny appeared carrying a D-1000 Sniper Rifle and pushing a trolley on which was four boxes of ammunition, a lot of empty magazines, and other tools. All the fairy companions had the same idea and flew to the front bar of the trolley. “Right shall we,” said Benny as he waited by the exit.
Everyone followed Benny out of the Armoury and back through the garage towards the firing range.
Paul Jnr., Clare and Abbey turned and walked towards the main hatch. Anton who was sat cleaning an MA40 said, “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, can I have Paul Patterson’s weapon box?” asked Paul Jnr.
“Yeah, no problem,” Anton replied and typed in Pauls name and collected from the run and posted it through the hatch, Paul pushed it a short distance, opened it and retrieved his D-300 and five magazines. He then followed the group towards the range.
Then both Clare and Abbey asked for their boxes and like Paul took their main fire arms out and placed it beside the other cases that were out.
Gareath asked, “Shall I push it Benny.”
“Thanks, I noticed your eyes lit up when I said about the staff being more than happy to offer advice and assistance,” Benny said.
“Yeah, I’ve always loved mechanical things, not so much the electronics, but the mechanics of things, and this would be the first time I’ve been this close to being able to tinker with things,” Gareath replied
“Right, no Jaboc offers all club personal the chance to learn many more things than the main reason why you’re here, I think Bill is finding that out for himself,” and Bill nodded at the comment, “I and Ann, run advanced Armoury courses for club personal, local city security forces and Echo Tech Security personal, Sharra and Jaboc both run an advance combat training in the battle simulators. If you want to learn about all things security, talk to Sharra and Sam. Big mechanical things talk to Macca rather than his boss Fred, but that due to the fact he has no tongue, he ate it to show some interrogators he would never betray his friends. The story of how and why it happened, Fred was ghost running with Richard, Jaboc, me, and a couple of other ghosts, when Fred was arrested for a minor crime, except two guys from Sec Com interrogated him about us and our operations, he told us via him writing it, he said you want my friends you go and find them and pulled his tongue out and slammed his teeth closed and then he ate it. The next thing Fred realises is that he’s in an ICU ward someplace with no tongue.”
“That’s loyalty for you,” said Paul.
“That is very true,” said Gareath, “Can I take it you graduated from the Academy, Benny?”
“No, I was just very good friends with Jaboc before he left for the Academy and when he came back I was also very good friends with Richard, both Fred and Macca also graduated, Fred I think in the same year as Jaboc, and Macca a few years later,” Benny said, “A lot of the heads of departments are ex Academy, or in my case closely related to the conspiracy, Ann my number two, graduated, and happily works under me.”
When the group got back, the light was still flashing, Paul Snr. opened the door and the sounds of quite a few more shooters drifted out of the door. Just as Claire and Paul were about to walk in, a guy pulled up on an electric vehicle which was towing a trainer on which was a large number of large boxes, he smiled at Claire who held the door open, he said, “No thanks, I need to be in the viewing room.” He climbed out and grabbed one of the large boxes and took it into the viewing room. As he opened the door the Fairy companions flew in and returned to their seats on the window sill. Just as Claire and Paul Jnr walked in an area of the wall disappeared and was quickly replaced by the box the guy had taken in. On the front was a digital display which read 10,000 .357 cartridges, looking along the wall under the viewing window was 20 boxes of similar size. The next one then disappeared and a couple of minutes later it too was replaced by a similar box but this one’s digital display read 10,000 .44 cartridges.
When Claire and Paul had joined the rest of the group, Benny said, “The boxes over there that Thomas is replacing is where firers in the range can get more ammunition from, rather than wandering back to the armoury, we just ask the when the counts drop below 1000 you let the armoury know, and what calibre of round. How they work, type in the weapon you are using and select the correct quality and that amount is dropped into the hopper, its then up to the user to reload, the door way there leads into the viewing room, where a lot of the firers go and reload.” Then after a short pause Benny then said, “Right your weapons should have a full magazine in them, but you lot can learn how to reload magazines, come and get four or five magazines and a bowl of ammo and feed the bullets into the magazines, so you have more than one magazine.”
Gareath, Rose, Bill and Clare walked over to the trolley and took a bowl and five magazines each. Benny then dropped a quanity of rounds into each bowl and they walked towards the right hand wall and sat down and started to feed rounds into the magazines.
As they started Benny said, “Also start looking at rounds, and comparing then with others, I will bring some 10mm APEX rounds along later to show you those but normally users of the APEX firing weapons used sealed magazines, even though the rounds are now a lot more stable, but it dates back to when they first came on to the market,” Benny said.
At this point Sandra, Wong, Jum, Tina and Abs, all of them had their fairy partners and beside Sandra walked Daraus, all walk into the range and smiled at Paul and his group. They all stop and listen to Paul, “When you have enough ammunition, have fun, remember the range is open 26hrs a day, and all we ask is that it is kept tidy.”
Claire and Paul turned around and saw the back of Wong’s as she walked into the private area, rather than the public area, and the pair walked after them.
Sym walked up to Paul and asked, where do I get ammunition for this,” and showed Paul her the MA-40 Carbine variant, without the grenade launcher.
“Ok, large gun, you have, why?” asked Paul and led the way to where the 10mm binary rounds were stored, and the box had just been replaced.
“Keep, my twin sister out of trouble, Rose has a fiery streak in her and has gotten herself in to trouble before, but in the controlled confines of school and home, now we are in the big wide world, those rules no longer apply, therefore, one of us has got to have some brains,” Sym replied, “and that just happens to be me.”
“I’m thinking about unit make up and how we organise, Sym, can I ask for your opinion on an idea as Paul bent down and took out four full 10mm MA-40 binary magazines, and handed then to Sym who put them in to her arms and carried them back to her firing position. “The Vixens work in pairs and fours, and that I know is cause of how they work and partners, I was thinking of operating in threes, me, Clare and Abbey in one unit, you, Rose and Gareath as a second, the sniper team, when we get one as a third and anyone else in the four unit.”
“Sounds ok,” Sym replied as she sat and put the MA-40 to her shoulder and gingerly squeezed the trigger plate, and fuutttt, whisssstttthhhmmmm, was heard as a round went down range, Sym smiled as the recoil wasn’t like she had expected, she then normally pulled the trigger, and a chain of 10rounds went down range, the smile grew even bigger, and she then clicked the safety to full auto and pulled the trigger back hard, and in a few seconds, she had spent 30 rounds, when she released the trigger.
Paul said, “Nice shooting, take a look,” and passed Sym the sight, “The round in the bottom right I think was your first shot, the group in the top left was your second group the hole in the middle was the last firing.”
“I don’t know, the H-8 hit my shoulder rather hard, but I didn’t feel a thing, with the first round, only a slight kick with the second, and about the same on the third burst, but ain’t these guns suppose to hit your shoulder rather hard?” Sym asked and a high rate of fire SMG opened fire.
“There should be some form of kick, may I?” and Paul asked for Sym’s MA-40.
”Yeah, go ahead,” Sym replied and put the rifle’s safety on and passed Paul it, who checked it and smiled at Sym.
Paul then stood and pulled the trigger after selecting full-auto, and 59 rounds went down range, “Your not kidding Sym, Benny did you know the MA-40s have now got negligible kick to them?”
“No, I didn’t,” Benny said, he then turned round to face Paul, and got passed Sym’s MA-40 and a fresh magazine as the one in it was empty, “Thanks,” said Benny as he ejected the old one and rammed the new one home and selected burst fire and worked the trigger and in under ten seconds, had emptied the magazine.
“What the hell, that was fast,” Paul said in astonishment.
“No, that weren’t, on a good day I can put 3000 odd rounds down range in a minute.”
“How?” Paul asked.
“Look at the trigger design, remind you of anything?” Benny asked.
“The spark guns trigger,” Paul replied, and passed the MA-40 back to Sym who took it, replaced the magazine and put ten, ten round bursts into the next target, and she then lay prone and dropped the third magazine in and started to put various number of rounds from one to ten, after a few more magazines, she had been able to work out the one, three and five round depressions, but could she get the two and four, no she couldn’t.
At about 12:00BN Paul called a halt to the range session and asked everyone, “What have you lot learnt?”
Everyone chimed, “How to safely handle weapons, and range drills.”
“Good, now get the hell out of here, Hunters, I have a basic combat training session booked this after noon in the room opposite, from 01:00AN, so you have two hours to chill. Put your weapons on the racks and get out of here.”
As Clare walked out she remembered to open the door to the viewing room and like earlier all the companions went to their partners.
As the two Pauls and Claire walked out of the range, and Charrbrr and Deedban joined them, Jaboc drove up in one of the electric vehicles and said, “Get in,” to Paul Snr. and to the other two Jaboc asked where you two heading?”
“The Gangrel Apartments, Gary invited us over to meet the two units,” replied Claire.
“Get in, because I’m heading to the same place,” and then Jaboc turned to Paul Snr. and asked, “I want to know what you think about the Hunters having a floor in the Gangrel apartments, and to the idea of you and the hunters moving there for how ever long you guys are here?”
“I have no problem with it,” said Paul, “I was thinking the same thing.”
* * * * * *
A bus pulled up opposite the Club on its normal stop and a gent and three young children got out, the three young ones were all were carrying small rucksacks, he turned and looked across the street at the Club, very likely to be his and his kids new home or a start point to a new better life for all of them. The view they had was a large fenced off area with a single vehicle and person entry point with a small cross roads and beyond that the club, a massive four storey building, built in the era when the dark architecture was king, foreboding and full of mystery. Around the edge of the grounds were lots of buildings, some massive office blocks, others small apartment block style buildings. He then saw Gary, wearing a t-shirt of the Marauders wander up towards the main gate from the nearest apartment block, which was a three storey one, ground, first and second floors, in the windows he could see some of the inhabitants, sitting chilling, listening to music, one looked like he was whilting a piece of wood with a knife, he called out, “Gary.”
Gary stopped and turned towards the road and saw who had called him and said after Duggie and the three kids had crossed the road, “Hi, what brings you here to the club?”
“I’m here to chat to Jaboc and people about a few options, I pulled Hemma, Beatrice and Damien from school yesterday, and they ain’t going back to the city and corporate run places,” Duggie said, and started to walk towards the main gate. When he got there, Gary signed them in as visitors and the four got issued with visitor Ids. Gary then led them outside and asked, “Can the Gangrel Marauders offer you four a drink and a seat?”
“Certainly I would love a tea and I know the kids want to tuck into lunch, I said not until we were here,” Duggie replied, “what you doing here yourself, I always thought you were a Vixen and would remain one?”
“No, I led my previous unit, and had been semi leading the Vixens, but Nibs has proven herself to be far better leader then any of us thought. I also chaff under someone else’s tactical command, and so I left a few weeks ago. I’m still a Vixen and will always be one, but I now command the Marauders, along with the Hammers are the only non specialist units the Gangrels have in the area, most of the other units were decimated by the Wacker Incident, and are going to need time to rebuild their strengths, so The Hunters and these two are it for the time being,” Gary replied.
As the five walked into the back area, Jaboc, Paul Snr., Paul Jnr. and Claire walked up from the underground parking and storage facilities. Hemma saw Claire and Paul Jnr. first and called, “Sis, Paul.”
Both Paul Jnr. and Claire looked over and saw Duggie and the three young ones, and walked over, Jaboc and Paul Snr. followed.
Claire said, “Hi dad, hi you lot,”
“Hello again daughter, where’s Bill?” Duggie asked and stopped and stared at the sight of both Claire and Paul with their fairy partners sat on their shoulders.
“Getting some lunch Mr Demitrie,” Jaboc replied, which brought Duggie back to normality, “Your son has proven himself to be quite a good personal assistant to myself.”
“That’s good to hear, and please call me Duggie,” Duggie said and then turned to the kids and said, “Go on go and eat your lunches,” Duggie then turned to Jaboc and Paul and said, “can I take it you can see what I can see?
“Yes I can,” replied Paul, “I think Jaboc can see them as well.”
“If you are talking about the little people, I can Paul,” Jaboc responded.
Jaboc then bent down to see if the grass was damp and as it weren’t sat down. Duggie and Paul joined him whilst Gary went about getting some drinks sorted, Jaboc said, “I was told yesterday about who you are Duggie by Jane C, whom your daughter confided in a few weeks ago, from what I have been told and explained, you are skilled in dimensional travel, and a Tattooist, Yes?”
“Yes, can I assume that some of the people in the area don’t know?”
“Not yet, and in answer to your problem with schooling your little ones, we do run a small specialist school on the grounds, your kids can go there, but they won’t learn what the kids in main stream learn, courses are tailored for the person and a lot of it is self study and small group work on projects,” Jaboc said, “and allow me to introduce Paul.”
“Are you the gentleman my daughter told me about a few days ago about wanting to meet me?”
“I think I am and I bow in your presence sir,” Paul Snr. replied.
* * * * * *
As Claire and Paul led the three young ones a short distance where Damien asked, “Can you do that trick again sis?”
“Didn’t I tell you once not to ask for things, young one,” said Claire in a stern voice.
“Sorry sis,” said Damien.
“Sit here for a sec I want to ask dad something,” Claire said and got up after moving Damien from her lap to the ground, and walked the short distance to where Duggie was sitting and whispered in his ear, “How,” and was stopped when.
Duggie said, “They know everything, excuse Damien, I had to pull him from school yesterday and he realised things maybe changing for us.”
“I will, and thanks,” Claire said, and then thought about her understanding of the spell’s she now knew, ‘I wonder if I can make the True Sight spell permanent,’ and she walked back, sat down and said, “Maybe later Damien.”
* * * * * *
Paul Snr. asked Duggie, “I was wondering, do you know how to tattoo normal tattoos as well as the other kind?”
“Yeah I do, I did use to Tattoo many years ago,” Duggie replied.
“I was wondering, because I run a Tattoo Parlour here on Club grounds to club goers, but was thinking of doing more normal tattoo work, as it would allow me to discover if any other tattooists in the city and operating with out our knowledge,” Paul asked, “would you be up of assisting me and when it gets off the ground, which shouldn’t be to long and getting a proper wage and all the perks of living here on the Club grounds,” and Paul looked at Jaboc who smiled back at Paul.
“Yeah, definitely, the only problem would be where would I and my kids live?” Duggie asked.
After a few seconds thought, Jaboc said, “That apartment block is empty,” and he pointed to the one next door to Gangrel Apartments, “A bit of clean up and a lick of paint from maintaince, that should look as good as new.”
Gary walked out carrying a large tray, and smiled at the sight of both Claire’s and Paul’s companions sitting on the grass enjoying the mid-day sun. Just behind him walked Lara, Dean and Michelle. The three people behind Gary walked to where Paul and Claire were sitting and plonked them selves down and waited for Gary to walk over with the tray, when he had and had sat down he said, “Allow me to introduce Claire and Paul of the Bitch Vixens, to Lara, my number two, and Dean and Michelle the leadership team of the Hammers.”
“Hello then I think is in order, me and Claire are only going to be here a couple more weeks now, before we and the rest of the Vixens head off to the Academy,” Paul said.
“Yeah, Sarah did say something about a unit heading off in a while for pastures new,” Lara said, “So it’s the Bitch Vixens who are going?”
“Yeah, in a few weekends time,” said Claire, “and both me and Paul will be helping you guys this evening anyway. How long have you been Gangrel units?” Claire asked.
“A few weeks we both tested out on 23rd Auar Hammers went first and then us the Marauders went, a couple of days ago we loose our commander to of all things a drive by and the bastard they were aiming at, they missed,” Lara replied, “The unit has stated that if they ever get their hands on the guy or guys that did it, their will be summary justice done.”
“And from what I’ve been told, I’ll be joining them,” replied Gary.
“Is that your dad, Claire, he look really chilled and at ease with things,” Michelle said, in getting better basic. Which brought a slight chuckle from Hemma and Paul looked at Hemma very sternly.
“Clip her around the back of the head Paul,” said Claire, “What do you say young lady?”
“Sorry, Michelle,” Hemma said in a sorrowful voice.
“No harm done,” Michelle said.
“And yes young one, I heard it too, its sorted we have officially moved into that apartment building, as of now. Also you three are going to be starting at the local Echo Tech Academy next week, so you had better get use to hard work from now, cause they will push as will I. Paul has offered me work as well, as a Tattooist here, and tell Bill when you next see him where we are and warn him for me Claire, I’m also expecting him to work now,” Duggie said.
Dean when he heard about the Echo Tech Academy, turned to Paul who had come over and sat down and said, “Echo Tech Academies, I’ve heard they ain’t like normal schools, are they?”
“No, Echo Tech Academies don’t exactly screen intake, but they do work with you to further your natural skills rather than force you to learn set ones. The city schools can’t see the advantages of the system, and yet some of the most brilliant scientists came from the Echo Tech Academy system, I think it speaks for itself. Its only open to those employed by Echo Tech Inc Companies and Umbrella companies and special associates to access, and I can tell you all that being a Gangrel is considered a Special Associate, it’s the one thing Gangrels don’t know, is that they can, no one else even from their immediate family can attend, I would advise you lot going and seeing what they can do, I’m thinking of enrolling the Hunters for the next year in preparation for going to the Academy next intake. Jane confirmed it this morning the board of trustees has passed all unit and personal selection for the Academy to the field force commanders, of which I am classified as one, I can directly put a unit forward and most of the other field commanders have agreed, the Hunters are currently the only unit, they feel is close to being ready and likely to go next year. Misty’s raiders who were the secondaries for this year’s intake are getting a little old to attend,” Paul said.
“That will be good,” Paul Jnr said and thought, ‘Both the units together, at the Academy, god help the enemy.’
* * * * * *
A while later the Hunters along with Tony, Dominic, Anna and Bill and companions walked out from the Gangrel Apartments and saw Claire, Paul Jnr. and Snr., Gary, Lara, Michelle and Dean sat on the ground chatting. As the group walk towards where everyone was sitting Paul Jnr. saw them and said, “Hi you lot.”
Everyone else present said, “Hi.”
Bill sat down and after seeing a bunch of very young looking youths playing in the large field, Bill said to his sister, “Is that Hemma playing tag sis?”
“Yeah it is, dad has moved into that apartment block, and he asked me to pass a message on to you bro, he’s expecting you to work now,” Claire replied.
Lara asked Anna, Dominic and Tony, “What unit do three run with?
Dominic replied, “The South Harbour Hunters.”
“A bit far from South Harbour, how come?” Lara asked.
Paul Snr. said, “They are a specialist sniper team, and as at this moment we have no idea of what we will be facing this evening when we hit the gang headquarters, they are here to provide the forces with some specialist support as will Claire, Hell Bright, Tina and Abs.”
“What ain’t we being told?” Dean asked.
Paul Snr. propped himself up on his elbows and said, “What I am about to tell you, goes no further, until such time as it is pertinent to inform the rest of your two units. The Hunters are a specialist unit trained and equipped to handle situations outside the normal perview of Gangrel operations, Gary I know is in the loop about things, and I will leave it up to his descrission as to what else he tells you, but from intelligence we gathered yesterday from contacts I have in South Peninsula it is possible that the target is far more dangerous than initially thought.”
“Arh, hence the specialist support,” Michelle said.
“Yeah,” replied Paul Snr.
* * * * * *
After an hour of chatting and chilling, Paul Snr. said, “Right Hunters, we have training to do.”
“Yeah we do,” said Clare, “You going to join us Claire?”
“May be,” replied Claire.
Gary said, “If you worried about the young ones, I think the Marauders and Hammers can handle looking after them.”
“Thanks Gary,” replied Claire, “Yeah I will then.”
As everyone got up Paul Snr. said, “Hunters and Bill at least as Jaboc said to me earlier, that if he don’t need you Bill or you ain’t got other work on you’re with me and the Hunters training from now on, can start your fitness training, by jogging to the battle simulator. So lets move people.”
After The Hunters, along with the fairy partners, had left Gary turned to the three Gangrels and said, “As with what Paul Snr. told you, again this goes no further, ok?”
“Yeah,” the three Gangrels replied.
“I know what Paul Snr. was talking about when he said specialist support, both the Clares, Abbey, Paul Snr., Hell Bright, Tina and Abs have abilities beyond what most humans understand. The tattoos Paul Snr. both Clares and Abbey have are magickal. Both Claire and Hell Bright are learning how to cast real spells, not the ones done by stage magicians, Abs and Tina are both true adepts, not the psycho adepts we hear about in the papers and on the news, but normal humans with abilities beyond normal, I’ve seen what they and other members of the Vixens can do, Nibs, her partner Sandra, Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma, whom you have still to meet are the same, I’ve seen Nibs put her foot through a solid stone throne. The Vixens and The Hunters, me, and now you three, along with quite a few members here at the Club belong to what is simply called the Conspiracy, we keep the planet safe from things what would want to turn it into a living hell for the human population.”
“Fuck, so can I take it that Jane C, Queen Sarah, Paul Snr. are all in on it as well?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, Jane C, Nicolai, Paul, and Kev Marks, run five AAA corporations that finance the Conspiracy. The Gangrels were initially set up as somewhere the conspiracy could get people who were professional, well trained and not scared of strapping on a weapon and using their eyes and ears in the hunt for things not of this world,” Gary continued.
“Let me get this straight, by they fact Paul Snr. and you have told us three this, you trust us not to ruin things,” Lara said.
“Yeah, plus it makes your life a lot easier should you see something out of the ordinary. Basically if you see anything you think could be strange and not conducive to Darra Von’s, health and well being, tell me, any member of the Vixens or the Hunters we’ll make sure it gets inputted in to the intelligence data bases.”
“It’s a big responsibility ain’t it,” Dean said.
“Yeah, but a few months ago, I was slated to be heading for the Academy, but when Nibs joined the Vixens we found a very capable leader and commander, I and Darla left for pastures new, but we are both still Vixens and will always remain so,” replied Gary, “I was working control a couple of weekends ago when the Vixens, Clare and Abbey and other members of the elite hit a cultist controlled site, when you see Nibs fight you will understand, she was matched move for move, until that point only Jum, Wong, Sandra, Abs and Tina were capable of matching Nibs to that level.”
* * * * * *
When things concerning where Duggie, Hemma, Beatrice and Damien were living were sorted, Jaboc said, “Shall we depart for the Club so we can arrange to get your furniture and other items you are going to need here and also board up your home and also looking at boarding up the Vixen’s home as they ain’t going to be using it for a while.”
“Yes, that would be a good idea,” Duggie replied, and the three got up and walked towards where the rest of Duggie’s family were sitting, the Duggie heard Hemma quietly chuckle at Michelle’s poor basic, to which he said after Claire had said to Paul Jnr. about clipping her around the back of the head, “And yes young one, I heard it too, its sorted we have officially moved into that apartment building, as of now. Also you three are going to be starting at the local Echo Tech Academy next week, so you had better get use to hard work from now, cause they will push as will I. Paul has offered me work as well, as a Tattooist here, and tell Bill when you next see him where we are and warn him for me Claire, I’m also expecting him to work now.
Then Duggie and Jaboc headed for the garage area where Jaboc could organise a truck to make moving things to the new apartment easier. Jaboc said as the pair walked over the grounds, “I know a certain few members of the conspiracy will very definitely be happy to meet you.”
“And I will be happy to know that my family are in an environment which is much safer than the one we were living in,” Duggie replied, “Can I ask, how much of this is yours and how much is not?”
“Everything you see here with in the fencing, I effectively own by proxy of Echo Tech Inc, and a few places south of the CW and to the west of the road the main gate is on. I like all the companies of Echo Tech take my responsibility to the staff who work on club grounds very seriously, and I also view coming to work for me or any part of the Club as a job for life which again is the same as the way Echo Tech view their employees, which also includes the children if they wish to also work for the club,” Jaboc replied.
“Impressive I may say, I had heard that the Echo Tech companies did look after their staff well, but I hadn’t realised that it was a job for life,” Duggie replied.
“Yeah, I have a feeling that Jane and Nicolai would have either visited you or spoken to you during the wedding about you and your young ones moving to a safer environment what with the problems certain people may cause family and close friends.”
“If you are talking about Metzza and his friends, they would have been in for a nasty shock. I take it you know both Claire and Bill have magickal tattoos?” Duggie asked.
“Claire yes, Bill no I didn’t,” Jaboc replied.
“Yes, as do the other three as well, Hemma has the maximum six before the magick involved in the creation changes her to a super natural human, Beatrice has four and Damien only has one and I’ve started on his second,” Duggie replied.
As the pair approached the ramp down to the garage, Ren, Hell Bright, Jum and Wong were all walking up the ramp, Ren said, “Hi Duggie.”
“Hi Ren, hi Hell Bright,” Duggie replied and followed Jaboc down the ramp into the garage, where they turned left and walked towards where MacGreeven was talking to one of the mechanics about a modification a ghost was after for his bike.
Jaboc said when MacGreeven had looked up, “Is there a truck available that I can borrow to fetch some things for Duggie here?”
“Yeah, its out back, but we only have a four tonner available,” MacGreeven replied.
“Also do you know where Braddock is, as I need a few of the crew to go and give one of the apartments at the front of the grounds a lick of paint and get it habitable for Duggie and his family?”
“No I don’t,” MacGreeven replied.
“I do boss,” said the mechanic under the vehicle, “I saw him in the canteen and he looked like he was heading for control.”
“Thanks,” Jaboc replied, and along with Duggie he turned and headed out of the back of the garage towards control.
“Impressive,” Duggie said.
“I know, Echo Tech Inc found the sub surface facilities and the club, about 50 years ago, thankfully the owners of the building back then only used the Garage and the Canteen as the rest of the facilities were full of earth and sealed, when the building and grounds came up for sale about 20 years ago, Echo Tech bought it outright and constructed the medical facility to the south and the Echo Tech Academy on the north west and then six years ago, I retired to look after Ren and Hell Bright and was offered the building and facilities, and told, you run them in the way you see fit, effectively the ground they sit on is yours,” Jaboc replied. Jaboc then led Duggie into control and saw Braddock standing looking over the main map table with Sharra. Jaboc called, “Braddock,” and started towards the nearest ramp down.
When the pair had reached the ground floor Braddock walked over to them and asked, “What can I do for you boss?”
“You got a team of people available to go and stick a coat of paint on the apartment block to the south of the Gangrel Apartments at the front of the club, and also have you got a couple of people I could get to help move Duggie here from his place, where do you currently live Duggie?”
“South Central, quite close to the free fire zone,” Duggie replied.
“To here, specifically the apartment,” Jaboc finished saying
“Yeah I can rustle up a few people to do that, I was thinking about wandering around the apartments and seeing if any of them needed painting and if any needed maintance work done,” Braddock replied, “When do we need it done by?”
“ASAP,” Jaboc replied.
“You want the impossible again boss,” Braddock said.
“Me and the kids are more than willing to help in the painting,” Duggie said.
“Any idea when we can sort furniture out for the Gangrel Apartments?” Jaboc asked.
“What, the furniture’s not arrived yet?” Braddock asked.
“No, it didn’t look like it when I was there twenty minutes ago,” Jaboc replied.
“That I will get on to now,” said Braddock as he walked towards a couple of people sat at the control desks, and said, “You two busy?”
“No,” they both said.
“Good then you two can help move some one from South Central to the apartment block next to the Gangrel Apartment,” Braddock said.
“No problem boss,” they said, “you got the address?”
“No, but they do,” replied Braddock, and pointed towards Duggie and Jaboc.
“Ok,” and they both got up and followed Jaboc and Duggie towards the exit.
* * * * * *
When the Hunters, Bill, Claire and Paul, as well as all the companions, reached the underground road they started to jog towards the Battle simulator room. After a couple of minutes they had arrived at the entrance, Bill, Sym, and Rose were breathing heavily, Gareath was in slightly better condition. Paul slightly chuckled at this and said, “When I have finished with you, you will be able to run a full marathon in two and a half hours.”
At this statement, Bill said, “A full marathon in two and a half hours, that is going to kill me.”
“No it won’t bro, Do you remember how unfit I was?” Claire asked.
“Yeah, you never ran anywhere,” Bill replied.
“Look at me now, and I’ve only been a Gangrel for three weeks,” Claire said.
”You’ll be surprised how quickly that run will seem like a simple walk in the park,” said Anna.
The group entered the range and collected their weapons and then crossed the corridor to the battle simulator room. Paul Snr. checked the system and saw the system was off line, and ready.
Paul Snr. opened the door and let everyone in and then walked in and closed the door and said, “Computer, Paul Delimetry, activate lighting circuit and bio-metric scanner,” the lights came on and showed a 150metre by 115metre room. Paul then said, “This is one of, currently, eight battle simulators. Normally you would find seven different areas, each area is capable of producing a different environment for people to train in, but today as a few of you have very little combat experience I booked the entire room out. Very likely next week, you will find the Vixens and Misty’s raiders in here a lot training and preparing for the Narizzan mission, this is what this room is designed for, to train people and practice for missions and operations.”
A computer voice then said, “Scan complete. Bio-metric stored.”
“This way people,” Paul Snr. said and led them into a second room, and he passed out adaptors for their weapons, and also a single magazine.
“Why one magazine?” asked Anna.
“The magazine is equipped with a system that simulates a magazine that has ammunition in, the adaptor for the muzzles and allows the weapons to be used in here with out risking the technology that makes the simulator work. The walls, floor, and ceiling is equipped with some of the most advance holographic and force field technology we have found on our explorations. We have holographic technology now, but in here,” Paul Snr. said, as every one fitted the adaptors and loaded the magazines, “the holographics are combined with advanced force field technology that creates solid objects, that if it should be fixed to the ground in real life it’s fixed to the ground in here.”
”Damn, that’s impressive,” Clare said, “you said eight, where’s the other seven?”
“Each of the five corporations have a simulator room, the Academy and Gangrel Command has one,” Paul Snr. replied.
“Gangrel command has one,” Clare said somewhat shocked.
“Yes, Gangrel command, its only used by the Gangrel mercenary forces and Sarah’s bodyguard units, which if I ain’t mistaken the Hunters is now classified as one, as its still somewhat highly experimental, we’ve only had the technology perfected and running for five years, this one was installed two years ago,” Paul Snr. said, “Next question is how are new recruits trained for going into a combat zone?”
“We have no idea, both me and Abbey were trained on the job as we both joined and established unit,” Clare said.
“Same here,” Anna said.
“Ok, right, lets run through some standard combat drills while I see if Kev is around,” Paul Snr. said and Paul typed a message on his PDA and sent it to Kev.
Who a couple of minutes later sent the reply saying, ‘I will be with you in a few minutes Paul, have the group run through their basic battle field symbols.’
Kev Marks arrived about five minutes later and proved to be an expert when it came to training the new Hunters along with Bill, and Claire and also providing new skills for the more experienced members as well.
All the fairy and pixie companions also had fun hindering and helping everyone. Even they learnt how and what practical jokes would work best in a combat situation. The little things like, trip lines, and grease patches for when enemy are moving on foot, and spells like animate object or just a simple rustle of leaves or similar.
* * * * * *
At the end of a good five hour session Paul Snr. turned to Kev Marks and asked, “Would you be up for more combat training sessions whilst you’re here as, I know people like Jaboc and Sharra run combat training courses, but those are for people who have considerable experience in the field?”
“Yeah, it would be good to don my training cap again for a while, and yes I will be joining you this evening in my SAMAS Powered Armour,” Kev said.
* * * * * *
Duggie said when they had reached where the four tonners were parked, “First job is to get some boarding for the windows and doors.”
“True, but lets just check the sizes of what we will need.” Jaboc said, as he climbed in along with Duggie, the other two, plus an extra one, who had said they would help had collected an FAV and soon pulled up beside the truck which pulled out and led the way to Duggie’s old home.
“That is a much better idea,” said Duggie.
“I may I ask what brought you to Darra Von in the first place?” Jaboc asked as they drove along CW9.
“A place to hide from the stresses of the mega-verse, mainly,” Duggie replied.
“How long have you been here? I’m sorry for all these questions, but you are the first dragon I have ever met,” asked Jaboc, “and when we get back I’ll start a personal file on yourself and put all this data in.”
“Don’t worry about it, I know my race is dying, I’ve been resident on Darra Von for about 3000 years, and I’m almost 5000 years old,” Duggie said.
“I always thought that dragons were evil and prayed on lesser creatures,” Jaboc said.
“Most do, but the Chiang-Ku and I may say a few others,” and then after a few seconds of thought Duggies continued, “like humans, I personally think if humans could be allowed to grow without the interference of the creatures that enslave, kill, and generally make human life miserable they could become so much more. As a race we are very close to extinction, the latest speculation puts our number at about 300 maybe 400 in the entire Mega-verse.”
“Jesus, that few,” Jaboc said somewhat startled.
“Yeah that few,” Duggie responded, “no one knows what happened, all we know is that something wiped out the majority of us, long before I was born, and we as a race don’t exactly give birth to many babies, plus we have a knack of annoying very powerful creatures. Bill was a miracle, the joining of me with Sam is unheard of, and then to have Claire, if others of my kind knew that I had, had two human children, I would be seen as the possible saviour of our race. It took a while and Sam’s work didn’t exactly help matters, to have Hemma, Beatrice and Damien, were three more miracles. I love my kids with all my heart, as I know Sam does, and she would be standing beside Claire with a gun in her hand if I was the slave. I don’t due to the fact I been fighting for many thousands of years and I need a break, and the kids have given me that break.”
“How long have you been out of the loop, so to speak?” Jaboc asked.
“About 500 years now, I’ve spent the last few hundred years travelling the world, seeing the sights, meeting people, helping people in small ways, always making sure I stayed off the radar of the conspiracy, it’s nothing against you and the work you do, but, I’ve needed to, I know that if I hadn’t I would be on the front lines fighting and very likely be dead by now, plus I would have never met Sam, the one person in this world bar my kids that I love with all my heart and soul,” Duggie replied.
“And from what I’ve seen of them both, they are very well rounded, if a little naíve, young adults,” Jaboc said.
“I know they are, but as I know what the world is like, I have tried to protect them as best I can, and until a couple of years ago, I would say that me and Sam were doing a good job to, Claire was attending the Rotork Finishing Academy and Bill was attending one of the better enclave schools, Sam then ‘disappeared’ or to be more correct kidnapped, which meant Claire wasn’t able to attend the Academy anymore and Bill just went downhill,” Duggie said as Jaboc indicated right and pulled on to the off ramp for junction 8, “don’t tell Claire or Bill this, but when the rescue goes in, I will be with them as I have an issue with the High lord that I will be dealing with. I know what happened when Sam was kidnapped, Claire told me a few weeks ago.” As the truck slowed and stopped at the lights, Duggie said, “Left here, then forth right and mine is the second house of the left, the Vixen’s is almost opposite mine.”
“That’s good to know, at least I can sort out the necessary supplies for boarding up the Vixens home as well,” said Jaboc.
As the truck and the FAV pulled up in front of the house, Duggie saw a couple of youths disappear around the back of the Vixen’s home base. He tapped Jaboc on the shoulder and pointed at the far side of Home Base, Jaboc nodded and they both climbed out. The three crew who had been following in the FAV climbed out and Jaboc pointed to the far side of Home Base and two who had been in the front took their pistols out and moved up the road and quickly moved around the far side of the house.
Duggie and Jaboc both moved to the side closest to the main road and slowly moved towards the back area. When they had arrived there they saw a group of nine youths all stood in a circle and two youths were circling inside the circle, one lashed out a punch and caught the other on the chin. The second youth moved inside and brought his knee up and caught the first in the gut which caused the first to slightly double up with the impact.
Duggie whispered to Jaboc, “Leave them to it.”
“Yeah, but I know that Sarah is always on the look out for possible members for the Gangrels, and these look like they may fulfil her requirements for unit status,” Jaboc responded.
Jaboc and Duggie walked around the side of the house and said, “Urhum gents, you do realise that you are trespassing on private property.”
The group looked around at Jaboc and Duggie and saw Jaboc had a pistol in his hand and Duggie looked like he could handle himself in a fight. The group looked at the far side of the house and saw two more guys stood there.
“We weren’t doing anything, other than fighting each other,” one said.
“Did I say you were. No,” said Jaboc, “but I will say this if you lot are interested in fighting I know of a few people who could use youths like yourselves in keeping the streets safe for the general population, you guys interested?”
“May be, what does it involve,” the one who spoke earlier said.
“It would involve you lot coming to Club Millana this Frodar around 07:00AN to 07:30AN and having a chat with a few people there,” Jaboc said.
The group looked at each other and another one said, “Most of us are too young to get into a club.”
“Yeah maybe if the Club was actually open at that time, but as the club ain’t and it don’t open its doors to the public until 09:00AN. Plus you are just coming for a chat and anyway as I happen to own the club, I’m bending the rules. So you guys interested?” Jaboc asked.
“Yeah, def,” another one said.
“Good, I hope to see you lot on Frodar then, tell the guys on the main gate you are there to chat to Sarah and Jaboc, they will know who you are talking about,” Jaboc said and the four adults disappeared back towards the main road.
* * * * * *
“Bloody hell,” said one, “I’ve heard that Club Millana is re-opening its doors this Frodar after the Wacker War, and its an ‘Up and Coming Fight Night’.”
“You know who the other guy was don’t you?” another one said.
“No,”
“He lives opposite.”
“I’m more wondering what he meant when he said keeping the street safe for the general population.”
* * * * * *
The group walked back to the road and crossed it and Duggie opened the front door and said, “Ok, empty all the upstairs rooms, the Living room, and the Kitchen. Jaboc can I ask that you help me with certain pieces from the dining room and the den please,” Duggie asked.
“Yeah no worries,” Jaboc replied, and followed Duggie towards the room behind the Duggie’s bedroom.
“The only items I want from in here are my shrine and the two chests. The shrine is the one of the most valuable items I have in here,” said Duggie and he walked to it open the front door and smiled as he saw it. He then closed the door and stepped back and quietly said a mystical rhyme, when he was finished Jaboc who had been looking at the cupboard saw the two half doors seal.
“Can I take it by what I’ve just seen, you have the ability to cast spells?” Jaboc asked.
“Yes, a few,” replied Duggie, and the pair picked the large cabinet up and carried it towards the door.
“Now this is going to be a problem,” said Jaboc as the cabinet was taller than the door.
“No it ain’t the spell also filled the inner area in a solid foam that holds everything in place,” replied Duggie. He and Jaboc then carried the cabinet on it’s edge and out of the door. When they got to the truck, they found one of the others had already loaded two of the arm chairs from the kitchen in, the pair then lifted the cabinet and placed it along the side wall of the truck.
When they had exited the van, a couple of the youths they had seen behind Home Base crossed the road and asked, “Excuse us, do you need any help?”
Duggie looked at the two youths and said, “Yeah, can you two go into the kid’s rooms on the first floor and gather up the clothes you find and put them in some bin bags which I will get you now. Follow me,” and Duggie led the pair and Jaboc back to the house and towards the kitchen, when they passed the doorway to the basement, Duggie said to Jaboc, “Can you go down stairs and start to gather up the pictures thanks,” Duggie then winked at Jaboc, who realised that some of the pictures where revealing of Duggies’ true form. Jaboc disappeared down the stairs. Duggie led the two youths into the kitchen and walked to a rack of draws and opened one and took out a roll of black plastic bags, and chucked then at the youths and said, “there you go, up those stairs to the first floor.”
“Thanks,” one of them said.
“My name is Duggie and yours?”
”Simon,” a brown hair youth said.
“Gavin,” the other one said, and he had a large bruise on the side of his chin and the pair disappeared up the stairs.
Duggie then walked back to the stairs down to the den and descended and found Jaboc holding a pile of pictures and looking at one hung on the wall of Duggie, in human form, and Sam.
Jaboc said, after he heard and saw Duggie on the small landing removing his boots, “May I say, Sam looks beautiful in this picture and Claire looks so much like Sam in some of the other pictures.”
“Thank you Jaboc, yeah I know, that one was taken whilst the two of us where on holiday some 25 years ago in Ne-U-bar very close to Syam Metroplex,” Duggie replied.
“May I ask is the form you take in this and now, your preferred form?” Jaboc asked as Duggie took a large flat packed box from a cupboard under the stairs.
“Yes, Jarrzar was my home for a good 1500 years, and to be honest I like the people a lot,” Duggie replied.
“You do know the two of the group going to the Academy this year are Jarrzarian, I think Nibs speaks fluent Jarrzarian?” Jaboc asked, “and I think Nibs, Jum and Wong intend to teach the rest of the Vixen’s Jarrzarian and other languages over the next few years. I think Nibs is fluent in eight maybe nine different languages.”
“No I didn’t, it will be good to meet everyone from the Vixens again at the wedding. Did you know that Claire and Paul are also getting married on Sumdar?” Duggie said.
“No, they have kept that a secret from people,” Jaboc replied.
“How much of this you planning on taking?” Jaboc asked.
“As much as a can, I may leave some of the cushions here, but the bulk I will take with me as I do intend to create another Den when things at the new place are sorted,” Duggie said.
As Jaboc passed the pictures and continued to collect pictures and paintings from the walls he said, “When we get back I will introduce you to Jane, Nicolai, Richard and the rest of the key personal at the club, I think all will be very happy that you now reside on club grounds, especially Walliballa.”
“It will be good to meet people and make new friends, its been a while since I’ve met and made new ‘friends’ rather than colleagues,” Duggie said.
* * * * * *
A couple of hours later the truck was loaded and the two youths who had been helping said thanks and also that at least they would come and see Sarah about what Jaboc had said.
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The Marauders, Hammers and Hunters go Gang Hunting
Chapter 6 — Gang Policing — The Marauders, Hammers and Hunters go Gang Hunting — Ulleam 6th Ebinar
When the truck pulled into one of the parking spaces outside Duggie’s new home, he saw Hemma, Beatrice and Damien sitting on the ground with a couple of the people he had seen when they had arrived.
Also sat on the ground was Gary, Lara, Dean, Michelle and the four they had seen when they had gone to get the truck along with Ithian. Jaboc and Duggie walked towards the group where Duggie said in street Jarrzarian, “It is good to see and meet new people and soon to be new friends if only for a short time.”
Jum looked over and replied also in street Jarrzarian, “You are the gent we saw earlier, may I say it is also pleasant to meet you too.”
“Great,” said Jaboc.
“Sorry Jaboc,” Duggie said in Basic, and the pair sat down.
“Can I take it you are Claire’s dad?” Ithian asked.
“Yes I am,” replied Duggie and he smiled at Ithian.
Hell Bright said via her telepathy to Duggie, “The four Gangrels are all in the know.”
“Thank you Hell Bright,” said Duggie, “Allow me to introduce my self I’m Duggie. And it is good to meet the person who gave my Claire back her want for learning.”
“No, she always had it, she just didn’t have the right teachers Duggie,” Ithian said, “and may I say that if she continues to progress and learn like she has been doing when she departs for the Academy, she will make a very fine and skilled member of the conspiracy.”
“Have the crew started on the painting yet?” Jaboc asked Ren.
“No, but we have seen Braddock and he said he’s been on to the furniture suppliers and they are making a special delivery to us today by 06:00AN at the latest,” Ren replied.
“Which would be good as it will give us a bit of time to get the stuff in before we think about getting ready for the policing action this evening,” Lara said, and two delivery trucks turned the corner and drove the short distance and parked up.
Out from the cabs climbed four gents and three of them headed for the back of the trucks to start unloading. Everyone got up and Gary headed for the back door and shouted in to the apartment block, “Gangrels, the furniture has arrived, lets get it in side.” A few seconds later 16 youths appeared and headed for the trucks, the two who had been looking after Hemma, Beatrice and Damien also got up and headed for the back of the trucks to help unload.
The three young ones all walked over to where Duggie was sitting and sat down beside him, and Hemma said, “These people are nice, they played tag with us earlier.”
“And they where very good at it too dad, I think I’m going to like it here,” Damien said.
“Yeah I think you may be right Damien.” Duggie replied, “Can I ask would you lot mind helping me unload my stuff into the apartment?”
“No problem,” said Ithian and Wong, and Wong continued, “it would be a pleasure to help.”
“Good then I suggest we get started,” replied Jaboc.
* * * * * *
About 06:15AN everyone who had been working unloading the trucks headed over the grounds for the club and dinner, when everyone had eaten their dinner, they all headed to where the Hunters where sitting chatting about the afternoon training session.
Nibs and Sandra were sat chatting to Paul Snr and Kev about the policing action, lent against the sleeping form of Daraus were Blackie and Pixie along with the rest of the fairy companions Heijarn and Jib-baath were leaning against the legs of the benches playing quietly on a flute and a small acoustic Gui-dram, when Duggie tapped Nibs on the shoulder and said in Street Jarrzarian, “Good evening to you Nibs and Sandra.”
Sandra said, in very broken Jarrzarian, “Hello, Duggie,” and then in basic, “What are you doing here?”
“Me and the kids live here now,” replied Duggie and he gave Bill’s hair a quick mess up, “I hope Claire passed on my message son.”
Claire then lent over to Sandra and said, “The kids are in the know.”
“Thanks Claire, I’ll let them see after you lot have gone,” responded Sandra.
“What the one about me working?” Bill responded.
“Yeah that one on,” replied Duggie as he and the young ones sat down.
“Yes she did, and I have been. My arms ache after that session,” Bill said.
Duggie turned to Nibs and asked, “Jaboc says your fluent in Jarrzarian, may I ask which level?”
“All,” replied Nibs.
“All levels,” Duggie said somewhat shocked, “How long did you live in Jarrzar then?”
“A year, I have a knack of picking up languages very easily. I can speak eight fluently and know five computer languages,” replied Nibs, “Ithian can I ask that you teach me some of the languages you know, especially the specialist ones?”
”No problem Nibs, I’ve got to start the girls on them when we get to the Academy anyway, I don’t see why we can’t make it a class for anyone who wants to learn. Tomorrow can I ask you to come to my lab so I can look at getting what you heard during the raid into a form that is more useful to us,” Ithian said.
”Yeah no problem, when would be a good time?” Nibs asked.
“Anytime after about 10:00BN,” replied Ithian.
“Ok,” said Nibs.
“That’s a good point, can I ask that you check the Hunters over Ithian as well please?” asked Paul Snr, and he made sure Ithian knew what he was talking about with out telling.
Ithian nodded yes I will do.
After dinner was finished Nibs, Sandra, Wong and Jum headed for control. As the four left the canteen Nibs looked back and saw Daraus playing with the three young ones.
Sandra turned to Nibs and said, “Leave him hun, let the kids play with him, he’ll find us when he’s ready.”
“Yeah I know, I’m just looking at him playing with the young ones and at how happy they are,” Nibs said and turned and continued towards Control.
The rest of the people involved in the Policing action all cleared away they’re dirties and headed for the Armoury, companions either flying or walking beside them, leaving Jaboc, Ithian, Duggie, the young ones and Daraus sat at the table. Then Jane, Nicole, Sharra and Walliballa walked in from the ground floor ramp and headed for the food run. When the had got their dinners they all headed for the table when the group were sitting and joined them.
When they had sat down, Jane said, “Good evening, Duggie?”
Duggie smiled and nodded.
“Good evening to you friend,” Nicole said, “allow me to introduce Sharra, head of Club security, and Walliballa.”
“I wouldn’t worry about Hemma, Beatrice and Damien, I told them yesterday evening. Can I take it you are?” Duggie asked.
Nicole laughed, “I am Nicole or Nicolai, and therefore allow a slightly better introduction Sharra, Line walker and head of club and south Suraban conspiracy security, and Walliballa an Alttan Stone Master and keeper of the Zoo.”
“As I know for a fact you don’t know brother, Duggie would you mind informing my brother, Sharra and Walliballa who you are?” Jane asked.
“No problem, can I take it you are Jane C?” Duggie asked, to which Jane nodded, Duggie then continued, “I am Duggie Demitrie, Chiang-Ku Dragon, Tattoo Master, Line walker and member of the Samutai Temple of Jarrzar.”
Walliballa turned and said, “It is good to meet you Duggie, and it’s good to meet someone of your status, especially here where we are somewhat safe.”
Sharra said between mouthfuls, “Paul Snr. has asked me to teach one who he thinks maybe skilled in magick, but I think it may be better for yourself, Duggie to teach them.”
“No Sharra. I have my responsibilities and that is to look after my offspring until my wife has returned and I am only here because I can’t home teach my young ones very easily and here I know they are safe, and will have an education that is unbiased, and non pro-corporate, and to be honest I would prefer not to for the time being. I’ve been asked to assist Paul Snr in running a tattoo parlour and that’s about the only work I wish to do for a while at least, I am almost 5000 years old, and have spent most of that time fighting the evils of the Mega verse, I want a break, but I will always be available to advise and to assist in teaching,” Duggie replied.
“Thank you,” Sharra said.
“And it will do you good to pass on your skills and knowledge to a new person. My lab here is for you to use and it would be a good place for you to teach people,” Ithian said.
“How you finding it here?” Nicole asked.
“Interesting, would be the best description Nicole. I never expected to have moved so fast,” said Duggie.
“I guess Jaboc has already told you that Echo Tech and the Club take care of it’s people, and as a member of the Conspiracy, you automatically become an employee of Echo Tech Inc,” Nicole said.
“Jaboc did say something along those lines earlier today. If people don’t mind I think I have three young ones who I think should be thinking about going to bed, that is of course if they want to go to the party this Frodar,” Duggie said, at this Damien did yarn and was closely followed by Beatrice, “I think I shall head back to the apartment and start to organise things like sleeping arrangements for the young ones.”
“I hope you are up for a visitor in a couple of hours Duggie?” Walliballa asked.
“Yes I am, I always have an open door if a lights on, and I wouldn’t mind talking to you about a small project,” Duggie replied.
“Then I shall chat to you in a bit then,” Walliballa said.
* * * * * *
In the armoury all the personal involved in the policing action, except Kev who was getting ready on the second level of the parking garage, were getting ready.
Gareath brushed his arm and the stabbing pain ran through his body, “Arh, that hurt,” he said.
Paul Snr. saw his face and said, “Be thankful you aren’t fighting on Frodar, Abbey and Clare I think may be and I know I am.”
“Oh who you fighting, Paul?” Abbey asked.
“Richard and I think Nibs,” Paul Snr. said.
Clare heard who Paul Snr. was fighting and said, “Good luck, I think you may need it.”
“It should be relatively equal, Nibs is going to be fighting a normal speed for the whole night, so not to alarm people, and the plan is that if any of the open challenge house fighters are beaten, then either Wong, Jum and or Nibs steps up and takes the ring back from the previous victor. If the house fighter begins to feel tired then one of the other fighters steps in and gives the tired fighter a rest,” Paul Snr. said.
“Sounds good,” said Gary, “Should make for an interesting evening.”
“It should,” said Claire, as she fed the last ceramic plate into the back of her armour and continued after she had put it over her head, “seeing as me, Hell Bright, Clare and Abbey are the open challenge fighters, with Paul, Ren and the twins standing ready to replace if need be.”
“Does sound interesting the Fight Night, I saw the last one, especially to two big fights,” Dean said.
“You do know who was fighting in the first of the two don’t you Dean?” Gary asked as he slotted the last of the ceramic plates into place.
“No, all the announcer said was she was Nibola Nibs Calton,” Dean replied.
“You do realise that Nibola was sat next to Duggie in the canteen,” Claire said.
“What Nibola Nibs Calton, is Nibs,” Michelle said in some what shocked voice.
Both Gary and Claire nodded, “It was also her 18th birthday party that night as well,” Claire said.
Paul Snr. said, “I’ll make sure you sure you lot know when the next spar session is going to happen come and watch, join in if you want, but be warned, everyone fights effectively full speed, full power, closed fist, and I’ve seen Nibs put her foot through solid stone throne.”
“Hell, that’s some power, Gary said the same earlier about Nibs,” said Lara as she fitted the vision rig and connected it to the level two battle computer that the Marauders and Hammers had been issued with.
When everyone was ready, they all moved towards the armoury hatch and asked for their cases from Benny who said, “We’ve sorted out a full load of ammunition for everyone, good luck out there.”
When Sym asked for her case, Benny said, “I’ve made sure your magazines are Binary APEX, that should give the enemy a nasty little shock.”
“Thanks,” said Sym and laughed as she accepted in and moved away from the hatch.
“Thanks Benny,” said Clare as she retrieved her case and pushed it away from the hatch. She then unlocked it and took out her M-40 Pulse Rifle and slipped six magazines into the webbing and slotted a seventh into the weapon as well, Clare then closed the case and placed it on the run. Clare was joined by Arrick who flew from the top of the lockers and the pair walked to where Abbey, Sym, and Rose where stood ready.
Bill with Hrilam flying beside his shoulder then walked over carrying his M-42 Pulse Carbine and said, “I have no idea what group I’m going to be with or what I’ll going to be doing, but I’m ready.”
“That’s simple Bill, work with Gareath, Sym and Rose and pair with Gareath, but move with Sym, so the two close combat move with you and Sym covering them, you and Sym move with the other two covering,” Paul Snr said.
Very soon two Mini buses drove up from Sub basement 2 and the two units climbed in to them along with Bill. Paul then led the rest of the forces to where five FAVs were parked and said to the team, “our transport for the operation. They all should have full load outs of twin GPMGs for the gunner cupola and a single ISW for the passenger’s seat,” Paul then said, “Control, Paul, we’re rolling.”
“Paul, Control. Thanks, we have position locks of all,” replied Sandra.
“All operational forces, Paul, lets roll,” said Paul and the engines on all seven vehicles started and headed out of the garage and down the road leading to the front gate of the club.
Thirty minutes later the five FAVs and two mini buses slowed and turned into the car-park of a some park land north of the area, when everyone had got out, Paul said, “Kev, Paul, situation report please.”
“Paul, Kev, the situation is I’ve just seen a group of six youths go in to the target building. They have four youths on patrol all look like they are carrying an old SMG of some kind and I can see a couple of pairs dotted around most look like they are carrying an old assault rifles, which don’t look in good condition, other than that not much at all.”
“Thanks Kev,” said Paul Snr., “Lets roll and secure the area surrounding the area and wait for night fall.”
Sym, Bill, Rose, Gareath and Hrilam all moved towards the western side of the area, along with Anna, Tony, Dominic and their fairy partners. Gareath and Rose both crossed the main road first and waited in the alley way opposite the rest of the group and after Bill and Sym had crossed and moved to the next junction they followed and were closely followed by the three man sniper team. As the two groups moved on a south west direction down the alley ways and back streets Gareath and Rose both passed a couple off young looking youths who where playing outside, the pair ran back inside the house as Sym and Bill passed then and stopped at the Minor road. A couple of cars drove past going west. Bill saw the back street the group wanted was to the east of their current location and both he and Sym crossed on the diagonal towards the road. They both stopped when they had entered and waited for Gareath and Rose to cross and the pair then headed down the back street and stopped at the secondary road at the end of it. The houses and back yards of the homes where very run down, most needed a lot of work doing to them to make them look like they would be nice to live in, but most of the inhabitants in the area didn’t exactly earn very much and so house repairs and general upkeep wasn’t high on the list of prioties for them.
* * * * * *
Travelling down the secondary road running north south from the car park, Abbey, Clare, Arrick, Gribbloath and Paul Snr. moved along with Vixen Bravo, Abs, Tina and all of the fairy companions. The group soon arrived at the crossroads of a minor road and crossed, Abbey, Clare and Paul then turned down the minor road and headed east and then disappeared into one of the back streets that ran north south. Vixen Bravo along with Abs and Tin continued south and soon crossed the crossroads made when a secondary road running east west crossed. The houses and apartments on the main roads like the ones in the back streets where very much in need of a lot of work doing to them. Most of the ground floor walls had graffiti on and quite a few of the windows were broken in places.
As Clare, Abbey, Arrick, Gribbloath and Paul passed an apartment they heard from a second floor an argument between a man and a women and a kid crying. As they passed the side gate to one property a large dog jumped and started to bark as the three passed, the bang of the dog jumping and hitting the gate made Abbey slightly jump, but she continued on and soon the group had arrived at the secondary road that ran along the northern edge of the bad lands where the Protectors HQ was located. The group stopped and looked up and down the road and across on to the bad lands.
The Vision rigs allowed them to see the thermal shapes of two people hidden behind a pile of junk and also a single human sitting up in a two storey building near the north west corner.
East of where they were they saw a large group of Gangrels turn onto the secondary road and then a short distance later they disappeared down one of the back alleys.
After waiting about thirty minutes Paul Snr. said, “All units report please.”
“Paul, Marauders Alpha. on site just up the secondary from your position,” Gary said.
“Paul, Hammers Bravo, on site and looking straight across the eastern minor road at the target building,” Adam, who was Hammers’ Bravo comms person, said.
“Paul, Hammers Alpha we are on the south western corner, Vixen Bravo has just passed us and was heading for a south launch point.” Dean said.
“Paul, Marauders Bravo, on site south eastern corner,” Lara said.
“Paul, Vixen sniper, we are set and ready, we can see the entire eastern side of the bad lands,” Tina said.
“Paul, Hunter Bravo, we are set and ready on the western side,” Sym said.
“Paul, Anna, Sniper team set and ready, we have the western side covered.”
“Paul, Kev, when you guys go in, I go airborne.”
“All units, Paul, confirmed, visual recon duties until night fall, then we go in.”
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On the western side, Anna, Tony and Dominic had set up on the top of a ten story apartment block and could see right into the top two storeys of the target building and all the areas Abs and Tina could not see. Wood Sterne, Heijarn and Jib-baath were all sat at the northern edge and they too where watching and
When they had arrived Anna who was laying next to Tony whilst Dominic was a couple of metres north of her had set up her spotting binoculars and was using then to scan the area and she was also positioning the enemy she could see for everyone. “Paul, Anna, I’ve roughly locked all the enemy combatants I can see and sending you the image now, I’m also sending one to control.”
“Thanks Anna,” replied Paul Snr. as Anna transmitted the image to him and control.
A few minutes later Dominic said to Anna, “Did you see that guy in the window, I swear he had something sticking out of his head.”
“Yeah I saw him too Dominic,” said Tony, and then said, “Control, Tony.”
“Control here,” replied Sandra.
“Can you back track my camera and take a look at a person in the window I’m looking at now, both me and Dominic think he may have something in his head,” Tony said.
“Will do Tony, Control out,” replied Sandra.
* * * * * *
Sandra then brought Tony’s camera recording to the main monitor and ran it back ten minutes and started to play the recording back at double normal speed, until she saw a guy at the window Tony was talking about, and from what Sandra could see, yes it did look like the guy had things imbedded in his head.
“Braddock, Sandra, can I ask you come and take a look at something.”
“No problem Sandra,” replied Braddock and he walked over to where Sandra and Nibs where working. When he had arrived he said, “What do you want me to look at?”
“That,” replied Sandra and she pointed at the guy with the Tablet stylus.
After a few seconds of viewing Braddock said, “Thanks Sandra, can you check the databases for brain modification technology for us, while I have a chat with Paul and Kev.”
“What’s up?” asked Sandra.
“I’m not sure, but I think that looks like Mind Over Matter tech, do a search for that as well,” replied Braddock.
“Paul, Kev, Braddock, I’m sending a still image of someone Tony and Dominic have just seen in the target building.”
Both of the replied, “Ok,” and Braddock sent the image to their Vision Rigs.
Paul said, “Got it, viewing now,” and after a couple of seconds Paul said, “If that is what I think it looks like, it would explain the insanity people have said about him.”
Sandra then said, “Yeah, it does look like MOM technology,” and showed Braddock what was displayed and then beside it she displayed an image of the guy’s head.
“Sandra has just shown me the work up Richard did on Mind Over Matter Technology 59 years ago after a dimension jump to one of the alternative Darra Von’s,” Braddock said.
* * * * * *
“The only way of confirming if he is native to this Darra Von or from an alternative is to check his genetic makeup against ours,” said Kev, “What is the plan now?”
“Simple we take them down, and we make sure he don’t escape this time,” Paul said, “Tony, Dominic, Abs, Paul, control is sending you an image see the guy, kill him.”
“Paul, Anna, confirm, see him, kill him?”
“Confirmed Anna, see him, kill him,” said Paul.
Clare tapped Paul on the shoulder and said, “What’s the likely hood of him being able to better our assault forces should he engage them in hand to hand?”
“Probably pretty good, Crazies are slightly stronger and faster than normal humans, not by much, but it may be enough,” replied Paul Snr.
“Then I would suggest that the specialist forces take the building ahead of the Marauders and the Hammers then,” responded Clare.
“Good idea Clare,” replied Paul who them opened a secure channel to the unit commanders and Vixen Bravo and also Hunter Bravo and said, “Unit commanders, Vixen Bravo, Hunter Bravo, Paul, listen up, a slight change in the overall plan, specialist forces only to lead the assault on the main target building, and kill all combatants, we may have people who are not native to Darra Von in there and I can confirm that at least one has been improved by technology definetly from an Alternative Darra Von. Control is sending you an image of the guy in question, if you are engaged in hand to hand with the target I advise team work fighting him rather than single combat as he likely to be slightly faster than most of us and very likely stronger as well.”
Everyone replied, “Confirmed Paul.”
* * * * * *
At about 10:00AN Tony and Dominic saw him again looking out of the window in the general direction of them. Tony quietly said, “Good night arse hole,” and squeezed the trigger on his Z2 and at the same time Dominic squeezed the trigger plate of his 240 and both weapons fired Tony’s sending a single high velocity APEX round towards him and Dominic’s sending a full burst of 20 APEX rounds at him.
“Paul, Anna, both snipers have just fired at the target,” and after a couple of seconds she continued, “Confirmed kill. Well I doubt he’s going to be getting up after 21 APEX rounds hit his head and upper body.”
After he dropped, the four guys in the room where he was clustered around him and started to fire in the general direction of the sniper team which cause the three to move back from their firing positions slightly so the building walls and corner were between them and the gun fire. As a few stray rounds flew past the three pixies even they move back to safety
“All units, Paul, go, go, go.”
Abs squeezed the trigger on her D-1000 and put a bullet into one guy’s head she could see from her position and tracked to a second and again fired and dropped the second target. Both Arborne and Far-Britta laugh evilly as the pairs partners dropped targets.
From the southern area Vixen Bravo, Hammers Alpha and Marauders Bravo crossed into the bad lands and were engaged by a couple of positions that had seen them cross the road, but these positions were soon silenced when Lara from Marauders Bravo dropped a 30mm grenade into one position from her modified MA26, and both Paul and Hell Bright destroyed the second position with their A-7s.
“Can someone engage a fire base please,” came over the comm. system from Adam, “They have Hammers Bravo pinned down.”
“Adam, Abs, I can’t see the targets, so I’m unable to engage.”
“Hammers Bravo, Vixen Bravo, engaging now, keep your heads down,” said Claire as she sent a grenade towards the fire base and that was soon joined by two small balls of plasma as Hell Bright double tapped the position.
From the western area Hunter Bravo moved to cross the road and took up a fire position and engaged the forces firing from the second storey window on the target house. The heavy fire from an MA-40 and an M-42 combined with the two Trig 27ds soon forced the combatants from the window, which allowed the three man sniper team to retake their positions and very quickly Tony dropped one when he put a round right through the outside wall and Dominic likewise dropped another when he tried to move across the window. As the sniper team re-took their positions the three pixie partners slowly moved forward and re-took their positions on the corner.
Kev who was now in the air and flying CAP over the battle field was awaiting a fire support requests from the ground forces, he was looking forward to surprising the enemy ground forces when he put a couple of mini missiles into a position.
Hunters Alpha and Marauders Alpha both crossed the road and quickly proceeded south and was soon over a third of the distance between the northern edge and the target house, from what Paul Snr could see from the fire fights and the sheer fact that if a enemy fire base opened fire on one of the assault teams, it was quickly silenced by massive return fire that the bulk of the forces had been placed looking south rather than spread all round.
Paul said to Clare and Abbey as they where joined by Hunter Bravo at the corner of one building, “It looks like the commander didn’t have a fecking clue at how to position ground forces.”
“Yeah, but I have to admit though his forces are putting up a fight, even though we sure as hell have far greater firepower than they do,” Abbey said.
Paul pointed at Hunter Bravo and then at the target house. Sym and Bill both levelled their assault rifles to cover the assault movement of Gareath and Rose, who both ran fast across the open space. A crack was heard and Gareath saw the lock on the door explode as Tony opened it for them. Gareath smiled as he hit the door and flattened himself against the far side of the door Rose took up a position on the near side.
Paul Snr thought, ‘Grenade armed, wait, then hard throw, detonate, and follow in,’ he then said to Clare and Abbey, “Move,” and he took off towards the door and the sounds of Rose and Gareath hosing the room with their Trig 27ds on full auto. The three burst through the open door and covered the assault movement of Rose and Gareath towards the stairs up to the first floor.
Suddenly from a closed door to the left of the door they had entered came two older youths who charged Abbey and Clare, who both ducked and rolled and sent the charging pair flying into the waiting arms of Dean and Trixxie who both smashed the butts of their rifles down and sat on the pair and made sure they understood that if they dared to move they would fire. The pair were then heaved outside in to the waiting arms of the remaining Hammers Alpha and Vixen Bravo who had moved up to support the assault forces. The pair were thrown against the wall and were quickly bound with plastic binders around their wrists and ankles.
Gareath and Rose who were now on the first floor waited for Paul Snr, Clare and Abbey to move up the stairs in support, Hunter Alpha moved up the stairs and started to check the rooms and the various apartments on this level, found no combatants and moved up the stairs to the second floor. Gareath and Rose both followed and entered the room over the door way, they had entered by and found two scared combatants in the corner made by the two outer walls, looking over the back of an arm chair towards the front door. When Rose entered then room she commanded the pair, “Throw those weapons towards me and get those hands where I can see them now.”
The two weapons where in the air before she had time to finish the sentence, Clare followed Gareath into the room and the pair went straight towards the two and heaved them up and over the arm chair and they then went sprawling on the floor and suddenly realised that another female who was carrying what looked like a cannon was standing over then as Paul and Gareath used the plastic binders and made sure the wrists were bound and them the pair were frog marched down the two flights of stairs into the waiting arms of Hammers Alpha who like they had done with the first two passed them out into the hands of Marauders Alpha
* * * * * *
Whilst Hunters Alpha and Gareath and Rose where securing the upstairs. Vixen Bravo with their fairy companions flying around smiling and generally making sure that if more forces attacked they where ready to cause problems, Sym and Bill, Hrilam had remained outside as the area maybe confined, had headed through the door the two guys had charged through and found what looked like a throne room. The room had a large pit in the floor and secured to chains that hung around the wall was a pale looking youth, and in the pit was another two again very pale looking young boys. Sym and Bill stayed in the room whilst Ren and Paul with Hell Bright and Claire in support moved through a door just behind the throne and found a young girl again chained to the wall naked.
Paul heard a cough come from a wardrobe and said, “You in the wardrobe come out with your hands where I can see then or I will open fire.” Hovering above the wardrobe was Deedban who had ready Faerie’s Dance spell. Ser-ooath also hovered to the left and readied her bow and made sure the sleep enchantment was on the arrow.
Very gingerly the door was opened and a pair of hands appeared and was soon followed by a gent who looked and smelt like he had dumped his load he went to his knees and said, “His lordship made me hurt the youths.”
Paul replied, “What did he make you do to them?”
“He told me that if he became a vampire he would make us all into vampires and we would then be able to take over Suraban and rule the city.”
Paul repeated , “What did he make you do to the youths?”
“He made me drain their blood so he could drink it.”
Paul then picked him up and dragged him into the throne room, “What did you drain them?” Paul asked in a stern voice and threw him across the floor. The guy looked at the youth hung up and nodded.
Paul said, “Paul, Paul, we have three youths very likely to have been drained of their blood,” then from a small box situated next to the throne came a young boy who charged Paul and went to claw at his face, Paul side stepped and pushed him across the floor and he sprawled and stopped at the feet of Clare as she walked in, the young boy ran to a corner and cowered there very frightened indeed.
Claire and Charrbrr hovering just over the youth grabbed the cordless angle grinder from Paul’s rucksack. She then cut the chains holding the youth, he collapsed into her arms, she then checked for a pulse and found a very weak one. Claire then chucked the angle grinder to Ren who cut the lock holding the grill to the pit closed and lifted it and he then lowered himself into the pit and like Claire, checked for pulses on both the youths and found one had a weak one and the other had none. Sat on the grill was Ser-ooath who was looking into the pit and he was also hopping that the two youths were alive.
Ren called up to Paul Jnr. who was looking into the pit, “This one has a weak pulse the other one has none.”
Paul Snr who had just walked in said, “Claire, Hell Bright can you transport these two back to the Club and get them to medical as fast as possible.”
Paul Jnr disappeared in the bedroom and two shots where heard and he appeared carrying the girl, he said, “she is also just alive.”
“Yeah we can Paul Snr.,” replied Claire, “Control, Claire, me and Hell Bright are executing a teleport to Ithian’s Lab, find Ithian and get him to the Lab fast.”
“No problem Claire, I’m on it already,” replied Nibs.
Abbey looked at the scared youth and realised she recognized him from the Savraday they had spent talking to the people on the streets during the Wacker War. “Clare ain’t that the kid Anna, Tony and Dominic were protecting?”
“Yeah I think so,” Clare replied, “Anna, Clare, can you confirm is this the youth you were protecting from that bunch of youths?”
* * * * * *
Anna operated the eye scanner and opened up the player screen that had started to flash. She looked at the youth who looked emaciated and very scared. “It does look like Steven,” replied Anna.
“He is incredibly scare of us he almost ripped Paul Jnr. face off,” Clare said.
“Ok, thanks, I’m on my way,” said Anna, “You guys going to be ok here?”
“Yeah, go,” said Dominic.
“Wood-Sterne stay with the others,” Anna said, to which Wood-Sterne nodded.
“Anna, Kev, wait there, I’ll pick you up and drop you just outside the door,” said Kev as he flew over to the apartment block, “put your arms out straight I’ll lift you via the arm pits.”
Anna stood and stuck her arms out as Kev flew behind her and lifted her and landed her just outside the door. Anna went straight in and saw Clare standing in the door way to the throne room. Anna flew in just as Hell Bright and Claire disappeared with the three youths. She turned and saw Steven cowering in the corner, and said to everyone, “Out now people, Abbey, Clare can you stay.”
Both Abbey and Clare nodded and stayed put as everyone else headed for the doorway out. Paul Snr stood on the far side of the door blocking the door way.
Anna stood a little distance from the cowering Steven and said, “Steven do you remember us?”
Steven looked at Anna and then looked at Clare and Abbey, and weakly nodded yes. “Do you remember the promise me, Tony and Dominic made you when we helped you?”
Again Steven nodded yes. “I’m here now to fulfil that promise and take you to a better place, away from His Lordship,” and as Anna said that she moved closer to Steven and offered him her water bottle which he took and slipped it, he then collapsed into her arms and fell unconscious. Anna then shouted, “Someone get an FAV here now, he needs medical attention.” Anna then carried Steven out of the throne room and into the main room and then out of the building and into the night. A couple of minutes later an FAV pulled up driven by Dean, Clare helped Anna strap Steven into the passengers seat and then she climbed into the drivers seat and drove off at high speed.
Paul Snr. said to Kev, “Go with her and make sure no cops stop her or attempt to stop her,”
“I’m gone,” said Kev and he took off and followed Anna and soon had caught her up and said over the comm. system, “Paul asked me to make sure no cops try and stop you.”
* * * * * *
“Control, Paul Snr, can you guys send a clean up crew, we’ve finished and dealt with the situation here now, and inform them that I want the body of the youth in the pit to be brought to the club I think a decent burial should be organised and performed for him.”
“Ok Paul Snr. Echo tech security team on route now to secure the building and sweep the others in the area, they will transport all the dead to the club so we can sort out where His Lordship comes from and weather or not the tech is from Darra Von or not,” replied Braddock.
“Nice operation people, well done.”
* * * * * *
Whilst Steven was being dealt with, Claire and Hell Bright had a message from Ithian, “Claire, Hell Bright, Ithian, I’ll meet the two of you in the Lab and I’ll transport them to the medical facility, they are waiting for the three now.”
Paul Jnr. had joined Ren in the pit and with the help of Claire and Sym got the alive youth from the pit, when he had been gotten out he went into the bedroom and the people in the throne room heard two shots and then Paul walked out carrying the young girl and laid her next to the two male youths when the group was together Claire placed her hands under one and Hell Bright did the same with the other two and they both drew on the mana stores in the crystals hung around their necks and whilst Sym and Bill both held their Spell books they read the spells directly from the pages and cast the teleport spell and as Anna walked in they both disappeared and appeared in the Lab where Ithian read and cast a mass teleport spell from the spell book Grithh held in front of Ithian and the group again disappeared and appeared in the waiting area of the underground section of the medical facility.
The orderlies ran and pushed three beds out and lifted the three to them and quickly pushed them to the emergency rooms where the medical staff were waiting from them to arrive. The doctor in one said, “I want enough blood to be taken to tell me what blood type each needs and I want the answer yesterday.”
Ithian turned to the pair, as they both stood up, and said, “You both did very well. Quick thinking from you Claire, I’m impressed well done.”
“Thank you Ithian, getting them to a medical facility as fast as I could was the only thing on my mind and then I remembered what someone said to me about using my abilities to help people,” replied Claire.
The nurse at the nurses station shouted after coming off the comm. system, “we have another one inbound, eta 15 minutes.”
“Who is that inbound?” asked Ithian.
“It can only be the guy who attacked Paul,” said Claire.
* * * * * *
Out the road heading towards the Club, Anna was driving like a absolute psycho. Kev was a good fifty metres in front making sure that any vehicles on the road got out of her, very soon up on her left hand side came and Echo Tech Patrol vehicle lights flashing and they soon took the lead with Kev, about thirty seconds later a second one had swung in behind the FAV.
Anna said over the comm. system, “Kev, which is the best route to get to the medical facility?”
“Back entrance Anna,” replied Kev.
“Thanks,” said Kev.
Kev thought, ‘If this is what the young ones in the Gangrels are like today, god help the enemy if we ever go to open war.’
Anna slammed the FAV into a hard left hand turn and slowed as she drove down the back entrance ramp into the club, she headed down the road towards the medical emergency facility and she then turned left and stopped, two medical orderlies ran over pushing a trolley and unbelted Steven from the passengers seat and lifted him to the trolley and took him away into one of the doctors offices where a team of five people were waiting for him.
Claire and Ithian walked over to Anna as she parked the FAV in one of the marked bays and walked back into the medical facility. Hell Bright said, “I wish we had realised we would have brought him as well.”
“Not to worry,” said Anna as the four walked to the seats in the waiting area and sat down. “Thank you, but me, Tony and Dominic made a promise to Steven, a promise that Abbey, Clare and Paul assisted us in fulfilling the first time, we should have made sure he was safe when we left him and we didn’t, we failed him that time, I do not intend to fail him again. He was scared when the three of us caught him the first time that we would hand him over to His Lordship. We told him to run, disappear and not return to the neighbourhood, I don’t know what happened but what the bastard did to him was evil and I must appologise to him for breaking our promise.”
“No you didn’t break you promise Anna, you left him and some how he was caught, you kept that promise by doing what you did them and now, His Lordship is now dead, you made sure of that when Tony and Dominic blew his brains out,” said Hell Bright, “and he is safe now and he should get better.”
“Yeah maybe, but I know I’m not going anywhere until I have apologised to his face,” said Anna.
“Well I’ll go and get your cases and clothes and deposit your weapons in your case at least,” Ithian said.
“Thanks Ithian,” replied Anna, and Ithian, Claire and Hell Bright all got up and took Anna’s weapons and her case’s code and walked towards the Armoury. When Ithian returned he had both her cases and a bag with her clothes in. “Thanks again Ithian,” Anna said.
Anna then got up and walked to the nurses station and asked, “Is there some place I can change?”
“Yeah,” said the nurse and pointed Anna to one of the private rooms. Quite quickly Anna had returned in her normal clothes and placed both her cases on the ground and waited for one of the doctors to come out.
Ithian got up and smiled at Anna and said, “I’m sure he will get better Anna.”
”Yeah I know,” Anna replied and she just sat there.
About ten minutes later one of the two doctors walked out of the room and approached Anna. He sat down and said, “He will be ok, we have him on a glucose drip and also a blood plasma drip, we’ve had to sedated him so he won’t pull the catherators out.”
“Can you tell me what happened to him doctor?” Anna asked
“Yes I can, he’s been starved and been very close to starved of liquid, plus I think he may have had some blood drained as well, but that I don’t know for sure. They’re ain’t much you can do this evening for him,” the doctor said.
“I don’t care, I’m not going anywhere until he’s awake and I have apologised to him for breaking a promise I as a Gangrel made him,” Anna said, and got up and walked to the door and looked in at the starved weakened body. ‘I’m sorry Steven, I fucked up,’ thought Anna.
The orderlies pushed the bed with him on out of the room and down the corridor to one of the private rooms where Anna moved one of the arm chairs and placed it beside the bed and she took hold of Steven’s hand, sat down and very soon she was asleep holding his hand.
* * * * * *
Back at the battle field, the three units secured the buildings and initially processed the prisoners, luckily one of the two who had charged the Abbey and Clare was the guy the mechanic had asked for them to look out for. This fact didn’t pass Paul Snr. by either and he smiled when he realised it.
“Control, Paul, can you send a prisoner transport vehicle to transport the nine prisoners back to the holding cells.”
“No problem Paul,” replied Nibs, “Any idea how Steven is?”
“No Nibs, Anna left at speed with Kev flying escort,” Paul Snr. replied.
“Where do you want the van sent Paul?” asked Nibs.
“You got the FAV locks,” replied Paul.
“Yeah,” responded Nibs.
“There,” said Paul.
“Ok,” said Nibs, “Control out.”
About forty minutes after Anna had left five Echo Tech Security patrol vehicles pulled up and ten security personal got out, one walked towards Paul and said, “What’s the situation here now?”
“We control the entire block and shall be taking the nine prisoners with us when we return to the Club, I’ll organise the collection of the bodies tomorrow as some need to be processed and one needs to be given a decent burial,” Paul Snr. replied.
“No problem, we’ll bag, tag and photo then,” the officer said.
“Ok,” said Paul Snr., “Ok guys lets move. And you lot.” Everyone including the prisoners who were being towed behind Hammers Alpha battle field marched back to the vehicles flying around the nine prisoners were the fairy companions and hovering beside Tony, Bill and Dominic where the four Pixies.
When the group had arrived at the car-park a prisoner transport van was waiting for them to arrive, the four Echo Tech Officers bundled them in to the back and secured then to the bench seats and followed the FAVs and mini-buses back to the club.
When the vehicles arrived back and Tony had changed back into his clothes he, along with Wood-Sterne and Heijarn, walked to the medical facility and asked the nurse at the front desk, “Where is Anna Pickering?”
“Is she the young person who brought in the young man?” the nurse replied.
“Yes,” Tony said.
“Corridor five, room eight,” the nurse said.
“Thanks,” responded Tony and he disappeared down the corridor towards corridor five and turned right when he reached it and soon found Anna asleep head laying on the bed, Steven’s hand in hers. He smiled and walked back to his apartment on the third floor.
Wood-Sterne walked in and flew up to the bed and curled up beside Steven’s legs.
* * * * * *
Darabar 7th Ebinar
About 10:00BN Tony woke up, got dressed and along with Heijarn walked down to the canteen, where he bumped into Paul Snr. walking towards the main club from the medical zone. Tony asked, “Seen Anna this morning?”
“Yeah, I popped passed about an hour ago, and she was still sleeping,” Paul Snr. replied.
“Ok, I’ll get her and my self some breakfast and then see if she’s awake,” said Tony and turned towards the canteen, after picking up his breakfast and one for Anna he headed back to the medical facility and found Anna and Wood-Sterne still sleeping in the same positions as she was when he had called past last night.
As Tony walked in Anna and Wood-Sterne lifted their heads and slowly opened their eyes and they both looked at Tony and then at the tray he was carrying. Tony smiled back at her and said, “I thought you may want this hun,” and lifted the tray.
Anna then realised she had hold of Steven’s hand and quickly removed her’s from his and blushed red and looked down, “Yeah thanks brother.”
“I called past last night hun, and seeing you hadn’t moved since I saw you last night, and as long as your happy, then I’m happy,” Tony said and sat down in the other arm chair and the pair ate their breakfast. After they had finished Tony asked, “What’s the diagnosis on Steven?”
“The doctors think they starved him and may have drained a some amount blood, I think the attack on Paul was more a hunger induced one, similar to the first time we caught him,” replied Anna, “the drips are glucose and blood plasma, they sedated him last night so he wouldn’t pull the drips out.”
“Why you here anyway?” Tony asked, “I’ve never seen you this way over someone before.”
“We made him a promise which we kept the first time, but later we broke it and I want to apologise to him for that if nothing else,” replied Anna.
Then Steven’s head turned over and slowly his eyes opened and after blinking a few times he still look increadably groggey from the effects of the sedative. He tried to focus on the person sat next to the bed and got a blurry image of a female who said, “Go back to sleep Steven, sleep the effects of the sedative off.”
He then closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. The pair ate breakfast, and after they had finished Paul Snr. called past and said to the two, “I was going to holding to begin processing the prisoners and was wondering if either of you two wanted to join me and help. The leader is up stairs in the morgue and is getting processed so we can try and find out where he’s from.”
“Yeah I’ll join you Paul,” replied Tony, and got up and took the plate from his sister and walked towards the door, “Chat to you later sis,” said Tony as he walked out the door and turned right and headed past the window and disappeared.
“Can I ask you something Tony?” asked Paul as they walked.
“Yeah,” replied Tony.
“What are your thoughts on the invite the Hunters made earlier this week?”
“My thoughts are, I’m interested in the offer, but we ain’t the same style of fighters as you, Clare or the rest, both me and Dominic very much like to hide and target specific people rather than go close and mix it up with SMGs and hand to hand,” replied Tony.
“Yeah I can see that, but last night if it weren’t for your quick thinking I have a feeling we would probably would have four dead youths rather than one dead one and three alive youths, if only just.”
“True, but when you said see him kill him, that was the only order we needed, to make sure he was going to go down and down hard,” Tony said.
“Yesterday, bar the groups fighting cause mainly due to fear, they collapsed when you and Dominic took the leader out. Remove the head the body dies.”
When the pair walked into the holding area, they saw Nibs and Sandra sat behind the desk with Wong stood behind them and Jum along with Ren stood opposite beside the door leading to the cell block.
Sandra asked Paul, “Who’s interviewing the prisoners?”
“Me, Tony, Clare, Abbey, Gareath and Dominic, most of them I just want to know how they got involved in the gang,” Paul replied.
Then Jaboc appeared leading the mechanic who had asked them to look out for his son, “I’ve just been told that you have Bob’s son in holding, he was wondering if he could watch the interview?”
“Yeah no worries,” replied Paul.
“Bring him to Clare and Abbey, Tony and I will deal with the guy found hiding and Gareath and Dominic can deal with one of the others,” Paul said.
Jaboc then asked, “Where Rose and Sym? I thought they would have been here as well?”
“Getting checked out for Magick Jaboc,” replied Paul.
“Ok,” Jaboc said, he then turned and headed back towards the main area of command.
* * * * * *
A few hours later one of the Nursing staff walked in carrying a large cup of coffee for Anna and said, “Thought you might be wanting this hun?”
“Arh thanks,” Anna replied.
“He must be someone special as I walked past this morning and noticed you asleep in here?” the Nurse asked.
“I as a Gangrel made a promise to him a few weeks back, we kept it back then and then we broke it, I just want to say sorry to him,” replied Anna as she took the mug of coffee and took a sip of it, “exactly how I like it, how did you know?”
“We guessed,” the nurse replied, “The Doc will be around in a short while to check his condition and the condition of the others.”
“Thanks,” said Anna and looked over at Steven. She thought, ‘What did you mean brother when you said I’m happy if your happy.’
Steven then opened his eyes and again blinked at the nurse and then after they focused on her he looked around the room and saw Anna and the medical technology he was plugged into. He said, “Where am I? All I remember is someone catching me as I collapsed.”
“Where you are young man, is in a medical facility run by Echo Tech Inc,” the nurse said.
“I can’t afford to pay for that,” Steven said.
“Pay for what,” said a doctor as he walked in, “You were brought to us by the young lady sat there last night emaciated and very weak, and also having been involved in some nasty torture I would say, people don’t pay when they have suffered things like that, and to put it bluntly yes this facility is staffed by Echo Tech personal, and is paid for by Echo Tech, but I take my orders from the people running the Club and therefore I’m here to make sure you get the best treatment available,” and he picked up the charts from the end of the bed and checked them over and after he put them back he walked up and checked the ECG and blood sugar levels, he then checked Steven’s heart and lungs. “Give you a week young lad and your be strong enough to walk but you won’t be doing much more. When you are, you are going to be starting on some intensive physiotherapy here at the Club and then in may be a three or four months you will be strong enough to think about leaving our care, but that is for later. The consultant who saw you last night has booked you an appointment for a complete MRI scan this after noon along with the other three, which should tell him a lot more about the damage you’ve taken. As I have still to see the other three I will leave you, if you need anything just buzz the nurses station.”
“Thank you,” replied Steven and he smiled at the Doctor.
“Good, now that’s what I like to see, someone smiling. I’ll pop back in a couple of hours just before you go for the MRI scan,” the doctor said, and then turned to walk out.
Steven said, “Can I eat something seeing as I am starving?”
The doctor turned and said, “I don’t see why not,” then the turned to the nurse and said, “Can you sort out getting this lad some food, and can you also make sure the canteen purifies it before they send it over.”
“Yes doctor,” replied the nurse and also left the room
Steven looked at Anna and said, “I know you from somewhere, and I can not remember where.”
Then two young gents walked past the window and stood in the door way to Steven’s room.
Steven looked at the pair, then looked at Anna, and then he looked back at Tony and Dominic. “I, now I remember.”
“Good,” replied Anna, “and I’m happy that Tony and Dominic are here,” and she got up and walked the short distance to the bed and sat on the edge of it and continued whilst the pair walked into the room and sat in the two arm chairs, “We three made you a promise a few weeks ago not to hand you over to His Lordship we kept it with the help of other friends that day, then we broke it, and as Gangrels we don’t break promises, and there fore we three wish to apologise to you for that.”
“And we also wish to let you know that His Lordship won’t be bothering anyone else for a very, very, very long time, like never,” said Dominic, “seeing as me and Tony plastered his brains all over the room he was standing in, yesterday evening.”
“Was it you then who put a stop to his plans to become a vampire?” Steven said.
“Yes, us and other Gangrels did,” replied Anna, “I thought we told you to disappear.”
“I did, but that group had followed us and they grabbed me before I could get away,” Steven said, “When I was taken to His lordship he sentenced me to be his pet and the starved me from that point on. I think I have to say sorry to the person I attacked.”
“Forget it Steven, as some one said, hunger pangs make people do stupid things,” Tony said.
Anna, Dominic, Tony, Steven, and even though Steven couldn’t see then all three pixies sat on the back’s of the two chairs, sat in the hospital room chatting, the nurse returned with a plate of food for Steven.
* * * * * *
Stood just out of view was Paul, Clare, Abbey, Arrick and Gribbloath, Paul said to the two girls, “What do you think, I’ve read the short file on him from the human intelligence operation and I do think he may fit in with the overall scheme of things especially in our forth unit.”
“Don’t know,” said Clare, “Only time will tell.”
Paul turned and said as the doctor passed, “What’s the diagnosis on Steven?”
“Steven, if you mean the youth in there?” the doctor asked.
Paul nodded yes to the question.
“He was starved and very likely suffered from physical and emotional abuse,” the doctor replied.
“So what’s the plan for getting him well?” Abbey asked.
“In about a week I think if he stays on the glucose drip he should be strong enough to walk and then a good few months of intensive physio and he will be as good as he was before he was starved,” the doctor replied.
“What type of physio where you thinking, just work to rebuild his muscles, his body had started to eat them after it has finished the using the fat,” the Doctor replied, “He’s booked in for an MRI scan this afternoon which should tell the consultant a lot more.”
“Can I ask that you let me know the outcome of the MRI scan please, as if nothing else I wouldn’t mind providing some physiotherapy to him,” Paul said.
“No problem, I’ll get the consultant to contact you when he has the results.”
“Ok, how about the other three?”
“Similar, but they lost a lot of blood rather than be starved, its just a matter of slowly making sure they have the blood replaced with the correct type, We’ve had to ship in some blood for one of the three as we didn’t have very much of her type in, and the female was raped multiple times by at least eight different people, she is very lucky to be alive, and will need a massive amount of emotional support to get over what happened to her. All I can say is that she is in the best place to receive it, Nicolai has already signed the waivers concerning the four.”
“Thanks,” said Paul and the five turned and walked towards the main club, and Paul asked, “Shall we go and find the rest of the Hunters?”
* * * * * *
09:30BN Rose woke and sat up in bed and took the blunt that was sat in the ashtray and smoked it, then after she had stubbed it out she swung her legs out and went and had a shower and washed her hair.
When she walked out of the shower she heard a knock at the door and she called out, “Its open , I’m in the bath room.”
Sym and Hell Bright open the door and walked in. Sym called to Rose, “Its me sis and Hell Bright.”
“Hello sis and Hell Bright and Vitanna,” said Rose as she walked out of the bathroom wearing her bath robe and a towel wrapped around her head.
“Hell Bright suggested that after we get breakfast go and get tested for Magick wielding,” Sym said.
“That may be a good idea and also the two of us go and have our medical and see how the people who we rescued are doing as well. Hell Bright as you know the club where would they have been taken?”
“To the medical facility just off the routeway to the back entrance,” Hell Bright replied via her telepathy spell.
“That still freaks me out,” said Rose.
“Yeah me too sis,” responded Sym.
“Well anyway, let me get dressed and then we go and have breakfast,” Rose said.
When she had finished getting ready she was wearing one of the two long flowing dresses they had bought from Gothage and a From Hell with Love logoed t-shirt. The three walked to the canteen and saw Sharra and Ithian chatting at one of the long tables, when the group had gotten breakfast they walked to the table and sat down.
Sharra then turned to Rose and Sym and said, “Ithian suggested that I test the pair of you out today in the lab and it will also let him introduce me to Grithh and the two imp guardians he has protecting the Lab and store.”
“Hell Bright suggested that exact same thing as well, and I’m interested in seeing if what Mads told me on Torbar is true,” said Sym.
“Mads as in Maddi Throabar?” Ithian asked, “and what did Mads say Sym?”
“I have no idea if it was Maddi Throabar, but she said that she thinks I might make a powerful wielder of Magick,” Sym said.
“If it was Maddi, then she generally ain’t wrong about magick wielders,” said Ithian, “I think when everyone is finished, shall we adjourn to the Lab where me and Sharra can see if either or both of you can wield magick.”
When breakfast had been finished the group which now included Claire and Charrbrr walked to the third floor north wing where Ithian, Claire and Hell Bright all teleported the other three to the receiver pentagram. When the six had arrived, Rose and Sym both looked somewhat shocked and just before they sat on the floor a couple of chairs had appeared behind then, as if by magic.
Ithian said, “Thank you Grithh. Peeker, Squarker, here please.”
Two small green wing creatures appeared and flew to the large table where Ithian was sat and they both said, “Yes master, we are here.”
“Good, Sharra and possibly one maybe both of the young ones may be using the lab and store whilst I am in residence at the Academy,” Ithian said, “Now you two come here and stand before me so I may see the person without the clutter of background mana.”
Both Rose and Sym after regaining there composure after the teleporting, walked and stood in front of Ithian, where he looked at each intently in turn. After five minutes of looking at each, he asked, “Sharra can use find for me two training toys please.”
“No problem Ithian,” Sharra replied, and quickly went and fished out one from behind a chest of draws and a second from the top of one of the magickal re-agents cupboards.
She then passed them to Ithian who said, “Would you mind helping Claire and Hell Bright write and learn a general teleport spell in to their spell books,” Ithian turned his attention to Sym and Rose and said, “right I want the both of you to clear your minds of everything and concentrate on the toy, when you can only see the toy describe what you see.
Sym said, “I see a very faint purple glow, now,” then she looked at it somewhat shocked as it changed from a ball to an egg shape, “what the hell.”
“It’s a magical training toy, all my students have one, it’s changes shape randomly and also subtle magickal fields, you would have mastered it when you can detect the changes before they happen and control the changes,” Ithian replied.
Sharra then said, “I still have mine and I carry it everywhere I go, its my good luck charm.”
“Rose what do you see?” asked Ithian.
“Absolutely nothing, at all,” replied Rose.
Ithian could see from the toy which hadn’t changed since Rose had been holding it. “Right it looks like Sym you possess the ability to control the magickal forces and Rose you don’t. The toy also detects those that can and those that can not.”
“A useful little item then,” said Sym.
“Yeah, I was happy when my teacher told me how to make them, now I just keep a supply of a few with me at all times,” Ithian said.
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Meet the person that is Duggie.
Chapter 7 — Duggie — Meet the person that is Duggie.
As Duggie walked back towards the apartment he looked up at the sky which was getting a little overcast but not by much and the temperature was still warm.
“Those people next door are nice,” said Hemma, “One has already said that he’s more than willing to baby sit us if you want to go out dad.”
“That is good of him. They are of the same gang as the Vixens so I guess they all have similar attitudes and very nice to be around,” replied Duggie.
When the family had arrived at the apartment, they found that three guys all with club crew t-shirts on where working on the external appearance and cleaning the windows. Duggie opened the back door to the apartment block and walked the short distance to first door on the ground floor and opened it and allowed the young ones to enter. The short hall way had two doors on, one led to the bathroom which Duggie opened and left open. The room opposite was a small bedroom which Duggie looked into and said to the children, “For tonight that will be my room, you three can sleep on the mattresses on the floor in the main living room, we’ll sort out the sleeping arrangements tomorrow. Right you three, bath, then get ready for bed, Damien your in the bath first, then Beatrice and lastly Hemma. So move you three,” and chased the three children towards the bathroom and when the three had disappeared into it he turned and went back to the living room.
The living room was a twenty foot by twenty foot with an extension of another fifteen feet for the kitchen area. Leading off it was two doors, each led to a bedroom, the walls were of a pale yellow white mix. Along the back wall was a long window that looked east, the window measured fifteen feet long, by half the height of the wall. The kitchen area looked well equipped but the cooker, Duggie thought, ‘that will need changing, I need my cooker, yeah its good that the canteen is there, but as I love cooking I need my cooker.’ He checked the cupboards and found them all empty.
Soon the sounds of Damien, Beatrice and Hemma playing in the bath drifted through the apartment which made Duggie smile, as the last time they had been this happy was when Claire and her friends had visited a few weeks ago. ‘I need to talk to Nibs and Sandra at some point over the next couple of days,’ Duggie thought to him self.
“Knock, knock,” said someone with a female voice from the entrance door.
“Come in,” called Duggie when he realised that someone wanted to come in.
Jane walked the distance between the doorway and the living room, where Duggie had grabbed one of the mattresses and placed it on the floor. Jane said, “You need any help?”
“Yes and no,” replied Duggie.
“Yes and no,” said Jane quizzically.
“Sorry, miles away, I’ve not heard the kids so happy for a couple of weeks,” Duggie said.
“Well, I’ve brought help,” said Jane and in walked Richard C, and Nicole.
Nicole said, “I know more help is on its way over in the form of Ithian, Walliballa and Sharra, in a bit.”
Duggie just stood there and lightly shook his head, “I have no idea what to say,” said Duggie.
“Just say nothing and sit the hell down and let the three of us sort things out in here and make sure the kids are clean and washed,” said Richard.
“Ok, I can’t even offer you a drink,” said Duggie.
“Don’t worry,” said Jane as she disappeared into the bath room with her sleeves pulled up and wearing a playful fight face. The next sounds out of the bathroom were the three young ones laughing as Jane started to play games with them.
“If you two wouldn’t mind, going through the black sacks and finding which one has the bedding in so I can, at least make the beds,” Duggie said.
Both Richard and Nicole started to rummage through the black sacks and sort them out in one pile went clothes, and into another went other items. About thirty minutes later Duggie had sorted out the three beds and made sure his room had his futon mattress in with basic bedding. When the three children and a very wet Jane walked out of the bath room.
“I’m sorry Jane, I should have warned you about the three being psychos in the bath especially when it comes to group bath time,” Duggie apologised
“Don’t be, I’ve not had so much fun in a long while, and your three are fun,” replied Jane and roughed the hair of Hemma.
“Right you three, get ready for bed then join us outside. At least the three of us were able to find some cups and a couple of bottles of Sumukko, so shall we go and sit outside,” said Duggie.
“Yeah,” said Richard. And the four adults walked outside and sat on the grass and saw Walliballa, Ithian, Sharra and Jaboc walking towards the apartment from the direction of the club, it looked like Walliballa was carrying a carrier with some large bottles in. Duggie changed his right hand first finger into a claw and pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured the a small amount of the contents into the eight cups and gave one to Richard, Nicole, and Jane. When the four had approached the four people could see Jaboc was carrying a small rucksack.
“Some basic supplies like milk, tea, coffee, and things from the kitchen Duggie, one of the staff gave me the rucksack as I was leaving and said for the new family,” Jaboc said as he swung it off and sat down.
“God, you people are great,” said Duggie.
“This is us,” said Jane, “We love life and it rubs off onto the people we work with. The job for life you see on our job adverts isn’t a gimmick, it’s true, if someone signs on to work for any of the Echo Tech Inc umbrella companies then we take care of them from the second the pen lifts from the paper until the head stone is placed over their grave.”
“Any beyond that, as if the person had children and they weren’t of adult hood age, then we make sure they are looked after until they come of age,” Nicole said.
“That must cost a fortune to do though,” said Duggie.
“No, as happy employees makes for a work force that cares for the work they do and give their jobs 110%,” Nicole said, “They could all earn double what they earn from us, but they all get treatment at any Echo Tech medical facility world wide for free, free entry to Echo Tech Academies.”
“When they retire they get to keep the homes or they can move to a new home in Echo Tech city or one of the Echo Tech Inc Villages that are dotted around the world,” Richard said.
“Why though you read the papers and watch the tele and the rest of the corporate world just want to rip each others throats out,” said Duggie as Beatrice, Damien and Hemma all walked out of the apartment and walked to join the eight adults.
“Just because we care for the world and the population,” said Jaboc, “I think that’s the reason we are all involved in the war, because we do all care for the world and the population.”
About half an hour later all three of the children had fallen asleep and Richard, Duggie and Jane carried one each into the apartment and placed them on the mattresses, and then Duggie opened the window and the three returned to sitting outside. Duggie asked, “Jaboc the apartment is great, but how much can I use?”
“As much as you want, all the apartments are used by people who live on site and this one is normally used only if we need extra space. It was used over the last few weeks by the ghosts we had on site due to the Wacker War,” Jaboc replied as he poured a cup of Sumukko from one of the bottles Walliballa had carried over.
“And don’t worry about changing the apartment, that’s one of the reasons why I work here,” said Walliballa, “I make sure that if the previous inhabitants changed something either internal or external it looks like it did when the new inhabitants move in.”
“Thanks,” replied Duggie, “I had a den in my last place where I kept my personal photos and pictures and would like to build another and also in time probably put a few things out here.”
“Now that’s an idea Jaboc,” said Nicole, “making the back area behind the apartments nicer to see.”
“Yeah, add a veranda area and maybe build some flower beds and such,” Jaboc replied and mused over some ideas he was having.
“If you want I’m more than up for looking after things like that,” said Duggie, “I did spend a good twenty years with some druidic friends on one planet whilst they were fighting to save their homes from being consumed by an encroaching evil. The kids will tell you that the back garden use to be absolutely beautiful. Until Sam was kidnapped and I lost my way somewhat.”
“Yeah Claire has spoken of Sam to me a couple of times, she must one special lady?” said Jane.
“Sam was and still is a very special lady, not just to me, but to the kids as well. She’s the reason I have Bill, Claire, Hemma, Beatrice and Damien. It was almost unheard of for my kind to have young ones, and we never had been able to have them with a human. Then I met Sam, we both fell in love with each other and I settled down here in Suraban, that was some twenty years ago now, I think Sam has a different genetic make up to other humans but I’ve never asked and I will never ask her what her past is, she is who she is,” said Duggie and he took a sip from the cup of Sumukko, “we loved each other equally and in all things, but she worked as a PA for one of the Rotork VPs. I think his name was Edwardbinna or similar. Our biggest mistake when we fell in love was I never asked her to marry me. Then seventeen years ago Sam gives birth to Bill and under a year later Claire arrives.” Duggie looks out over the grounds of the Club and continues, “Six months later Edwardbinna moves offices to the Azar head office and he asked Sam to go with him. As much as we loved each other, she loved the job she did, and it did pay bloody well, she moved and every month she sent me about half her pay for the upkeep of Bill and Claire and we stayed in contact, via email and letters, I wish I had moved with her. Then ten years ago Edwardbinna moves back to Suraban to run Rotork here in the city, Sam moves back with him and this time we correct the mistake we should have never made, we get married, and Sam became Claire and Bill’s step mum, and before any of you ask, it was a mutual choice of both of us, and the fact the kids had only every seen their mum in a few pictures and Sam when she returned looked somewhat different than she did when she left for Azar, and they had never asked after their mum and if they had I would have told them the truth,” said Duggie and took a sip from his cup and continues, “Then Hemma arrives and is followed by Beatrice some three years later and Damien arrives a couple of years after that, three more little miracles, as we both would say” and Duggie takes another sip of Sumukko, “Then two years ago she disappears, I did realise at the time that she would never have disappeared, but I convinced myself that she had. Edwardbinna is prompted to Chairman and leaves a couple of days later for Mantranna. Then Claire comes home one evening after spending the afternoon over with the Vixens and tells me that she had a vision of Sam. I put the kids to bed, I would have told Bill at the same time, but he is out running errands for the drug dealers who lived next door. I then tell Claire everything about me, Sam, the world, the Evil and she tells me about a dream she had about Sam, and that she does understand why Sam became step mum. The next day I’m at work and Bill is looking after Beatrice due to her having a stomach bug. I was contacted by the school and was told that Claire had broken the nose of an Abilgail Miller, who I knew from what Claire had told, was the main ring leader of the school bullies that had been bullying Claire since she started at the city free academy. I smiled when the phone call ended and thought, ‘nice one, the bitch deserved it,’ and she did. The biggest shock was when I found out that the Vixens had asked Claire to become one of their number that afternoon, I knew that Claire’s life was changing for the better. Previous to this I knew that she had the ability to see magick, as once when the family had been on holiday she had told me that she could see an aura coming off the stones in a stone circle in South Attica, I cast Aura sight and confirmed that the stone circle was a nexus, and via a few well worded questions I was able to discover that she could see mana, which is normally one indicator for people who have the ability to wield magick. Claire doesn’t know that when they, the vixens go and rescue Sam in I will be there as I have a few things I want to do to the high lord. That friends is mine and Sam’s story.”
“I think I may put a lot more of Intelligence’s resources into finding Sam,” said Jane.
“Yes and also making sure that if she is being held in Mantranna we know the city inside and out,” said Nicole, “so that when the rescue goes in the forces are ready and fully prepared for what they will face.”
“And I will teach Claire and Hell Bright to Mana call when we go to the Academy, so when Sam does contact Claire again, Claire can try and find out as much as is possible about where Sam is and what Sam can see and hear. As the more information we have about the environment the better the chances of a successful rescue mission,” Ithian said.
“Can I ask Ithian that you don’t tell Claire that I am also a Line walker,” Duggie said.
Jaboc then said, “I have to admit though the Vixens are an incredible team through, they just accept life, I don’t think they care what your background is, they accept people for people.”
“That I do agree with. When Sarah put them forward for Academy selection, I journeyed and spent a few weeks watching them and how they interacted with people. I had my reservations about if they would fit in at the Academy,” Jane said, “but now I think they will excel in the environment, they have shown a passion for life that they don’t show the outside world.”
“That I do agree with,” said Richard, “I knew Nick would love it at the Academy, the freedom to do what he wanted at his own pace, when I heard he had become she and had joined this group called the Vixens, I had no idea that the Vixen’s Sarah had proposed was the group he/she had joined. Jaboc will tell you I went and watched them as well, to see how they interacted with the world and the people in it. I do think their attitudes are best shown during the weekend they were working as security at the Blue Ridge Music, professional, helpful and fun loving. I think a lot if not most are coming to the pre-wedding bash on Frodar and I know all have been invited to the wedding, and I think they all have said yes they are coming.”
“I do enjoy good festival’s I think I may look at running one here on club grounds for the local inhabitants,” said Jaboc.
“Well if you do, let us know as I think we will all come and enjoy it,” said Jane.
“Yeah I will do, I think all the staff would as well,” said Jaboc.
“Duggie with you being the age you are,” said Jaboc, “would you be willing to answer questions about the world’s history or to provide information so we can put it in a form more accessible to the Academy students and other Conspiracy personal interested in history?”
After a few seconds thought Duggie replied, “Yes I would be willing to do that, and I will also need some help to transport my library and treasure trove from its current location to here.”
“May I ask as to what is in your treasure trove Duggie?” Nicole asked.
“About a quarter of a billion decks worth of gold and gems and if you include the other items of priceless art works from before the last ice age, it would jump the value to around two to three billion decks, and that was valued some 500 years ago, but it’s the library I want, over 6000 hand written books on ancient Jarrzarian myths and other strangeness and also a complete diary of my 2000 years of living at the Samutai temple in North Jarrzar,” replied Duggie.
“Samutai Temple?” Richard asked, “Where was that based, I’m a Tibirra Master, and I’ve never heard of the Samutai Temple.”
“You should have done Richard, I know what the Samutai were,” Ithian said.
“The temple was based on the northern coasts of Jarrzar Richard, the actual temple was dug into the cliff face, I’m surprised you do Ithian they were wiped out 400 years ago when they went head to head with an intelligence that sought to control the ruling family of Jarrzar. I had left to go walkabout about 100 years earlier, and when I heard of the destruction I returned and found the temple itself still standing, and only a couple of the elder masters still alive. They died a few years later, when the last had perished I sealed and left temple and I have never returned,” said Duggie.
“The temple itself was a place of great learning and also the one place women could learn the fighting arts from, the way of the Samutai was a female fighting form, and also the home for three Chiang-Ku dragons, I think, including yourself, Duggie,” Ithian said.
“Yeah, even though I went by a different name back then, I’ve only been known as Duggie for 45 years now.”
The rest of the evening was spent chilling and getting to know each other
* * * * * *
At about 12.30AN Jaboc received a concerned comms message from Braddock, “Jaboc, Braddock, do you know where Ithian is?”
“Yeah, he’s here with me, Duggie we’re chilling out the back of some of the apartments. Why?” Jaboc said.
“A message from Claire, they are transporting some injured youths to the club via I think teleportation and need him to get to the Lab ASAP,” Braddock said.
“Ok, Braddock,” Jaboc said, and then he turned to Ithian and said, “Claire and Hell Bright need you in your lab ASAP, they are bringing injured to the Club via magick.”
“That would mean teleportation, and as I know Claire doesn’t know the medical facility, I’m gone,” said Ithian and vanished.
“What the hell?” Duggie asked.
“Let me explain, we as a force care for all people, it don’t matter if one minute you are trying to kill us, the prisoners the assault force bring back will be given a complete medical once over and any major injuries will be treated before they are processed, and for these people to be brought back at such speed, means that they may not have made it brought back via road,” said Sharra, “Even here, if a punter, even if he started the problem is hurt, then he is given the once over at the medical facility automatically. On a couple of missions I’ve transported civilians to a medical facility via teleportation, and I am very careful over the use of my magick skills and spells.”
* * * * * *
At 01:00BN Duggie was still sat out side looking at the clear night, when the mini buses and FAVs returned from the policing action and drove towards the club, about forty five minutes later the lights in the Gangrel apartments where turned on as the Marauders and the Hammers returned to the apartment block, Lara, Dean and Trixxie walked outside and lent up against the wall and then lit up joints or roll ups before they would head to bed and sleep.
“Evening friends,” said Duggie.
A slightly startled Lara and Trixxie looked over in the general direction and saw Duggie sat on the ground, and the three walked over towards him.
“Evening,” said Trixxie, “can I take it you are the gent with the three young ones?”
“Yep, that’s me,” replied Duggie and looked at the collection of bottles that stood beside him, and found a half full bottle of Sumukko, “Can I offer the returning force a quick drink?” offered Duggie.
Lara and Dean both thought about it for a second and said, “Yeah, why not.”
“I have to excuse the state of the cups, but until about 45 minutes Jane, Nicole, Richard and a few others from the club were here drinking and chatting about many things,” Duggie said.
“Not to worry,” Dean said, as Duggie poured the Sumukko into a cup and offered it to Dean.
“Good operation?” Duggie asked.
“Yeah I would say so,” Trixxie said, “Some of the specialist support were very impressive, mind you I would like to know what happened to Hell Bright and Claire, I didn’t see them as we cleared up and dealt with the prisoners. I mean I saw Anna disappear at high speed with one of the injured.”
Dean said to Trixxie, “I’m not sure what you saw in the room off to the side,” and Gary walked out, where he lit up a blunt and looked around for the others when he saw them sat with Duggie, he walked the short distance to them and sat down.”
“Not much I was concentrating more on what was happening up the stairs,” replied Trixxie.
“Any one know what happened to Hell Bright and Claire I saw them go into the building and I never saw them come out?” Gary asked.
“I was about to explain it to Trixxie Gary, as I saw something of what happened,” replied Dean.
“Arh, right,” Gary said.
“The specialist support given to us via Vixen Bravo was to counter threats beyond normal human understanding,” Dean said.
“I can see you are going to beat around the bush over this matter therefore I’m going to shut up,” said Trixxie.
“Can I ask Lara and Dean, as I’m I right in saying you Gary have only just joined the Marauders, how well you know your respective units?” Duggie asked.
“Pretty well,” Lara replied.
“Yeah, pretty well, before Trixxie told us she was a member of the young Gangrels and told us about the gang pretty much the guys in my unit, including Michelle’s brother were pretty close friends at school we use to do very much the same activities or if some didn’t they would always join the ones that did.” Dean said.
“Would you trust these people with your life?” Duggie asked.
“Yeah I would say I would, including Michelle, I know for a fact if Michelle’s brother hadn’t been crippled in a car smash, he would be a member and if not my direct number two then he would be a squad number two,” said Dean.
“Now my next question is to you Trixxie, would you say that this is what you want to do, help people, make sure people are safe, support the naíve general population even though they would not probably not support you if it came down to it?” Duggie asked.
Gary realised what Duggie was doing and smiled, he’d never realised that Duggie was in on the whole conspiracy and just sat there listening to how Duggie went about testing Trixxie’s attitude towards life, and things.
“Yes, I love life, Dean will tell you that on a couple of occasions I have been the first one in to save a person in distress, especially if the odds are not in the persons favour,” Trixxie replied.
“With that answer allow me to explain what is going on here, at the club and in quite a few other places around the world,” and he just vanished from sitting next to Lara and re-appeared standing in the doorway to his apartment block, “I’m here now people,” and when everyone looked at him he vanished again and re-appeared back beside Lara.
“You can cast spells Duggie?” said a shocked Gary.
“Gary I can do far more than just simply cast spells, like Ithian, Claire and Hell Bright,” said Duggie, “You’ve seen the tattoos Paul, Abbey, and both the Claires have yes?”
“Yes,” Gary replied.
“They are magickal, I created the ones my Claire has, and the ones Bill has and the ones on Hemma, Beatrice and Damien. The reason for the bottles was that I’ve been sat here chatting to Jane, Nicole, and others about things, and I’ve come to realise that my skills as a tattoo master and a master of the Samutai fighting arts are in need and that I have knowledge that may be of help to the conspiracy. I’m almost 5000 years old, and 3000 of those I’ve spent it here on Darra Von. The first five hundred I travelled fighting creature’s and I may say humans that enslaved, tortured and made life hell for the population. I then spent the next 2000 years as a Tattoo Master and teacher at the Samutai temple in northern Jarrzar, they were very much fighters of the evil that now again threatens our and I do mean ‘our’ world. The temple was one of the major sources of fighters of the evils in that region. And I’ve spent the last five hundred years wandering, helping people fight evil, injustices and similar the world over. This is the longest I’ve spent in one place, but my love for my wife and the mother of my children have given my a purpose and now hearing that my once timid and shy daughter is willing to do things like get injured people to medical facilities as fast as is humanly possible and hearing that even the injured prisoners are treated and helped before they are processed has given me back the drive to help, train and advise the new fighters in the best ways of combating the evil. I offer to both the Marauders and the Hammers my knowledge, to a point my skills, and remember my first responsibility is to Hemma, Beatrice and Damien, and again to a point my abilities to help and train you all to be ready to face what is coming,” Duggie said, “and let me say that I think you Trixxie may posses an understanding of things beyond normal human perception. I’ve never been that good at testing to see it people have the ability. Included in the offer is training in the Samutai way of fighting.”
“Would you be willing to train and teach tattooing?” Dean asked.
After thinking about the idea for about a minute, Duggie replied, “Yes, but to be a Tattooist it helps if you have a flair for art in general.”
“Does the ability to draw, count?” Dean asked.
“Yes it does,” Duggie replied.
“Would you be willing to teach me how to Tattoo, I’m only talking about normal ones, rather than the magickal variety,” Dean asked.
“Well me and Paul are planning on setting up a Tattoo Parlour, I don’t see why not,” said Duggie.
Trixxie yawned and said, “I think I shall say night and chat to you lot tomorrow,”
“That may be an idea actually, getting some sleep,” said Lara, and she like Trixxie got up and headed in to the Gangrel Apartment.
The three men just sat there and looked up at the stars, both Gary and Dean fell asleep after about another hour, Duggie cast a warmth cantrip to make sure the pair didn’t get cold. He then just lay back and looked up and watched the stars and the nearest moon.
* * * * * *
At 05:04 Duggie watched the sun peek over the sky line and start to lightened the sky, he stood and created his Karrack blades and ran through the basic fight sequences and then the blades disappeared and he went through the basic unarmed Kari of the Samutai. When he finished he realised the Dean was awake and watching him, he smiled at Dean and said in ancient Jarrzarian “Good morning Dean, a good sleep I hope.”
Dean just looked at Duggie and asked, “I have no idea what you just said, but good morning to you Duggie.”
“I’m sorry Dean,” Duggie replied, “It’s the first time in just over two years I’ve run through the Samutai Kari with and with out weapons and doing so I don’t think in basic I think in ancient Jarrzarian. What I said, was Good morning Dean, a good sleep I hope.”
“I did thanks, I’m surprised though I thought I would have been cold, but I wasn’t,” Dean said.
“I useful little spell a warmth cantrip,” said Duggie.
“May I join you, I think it would do both units good to get into the habit of rising and running through some basic combat forms?” Dean asked.
“Certainly. Just follow and copy,” replied Duggie and he ran through the basic unarmed Kari for a second time.
When he had finished the pair walked inside the Gangrel Apartments and Dean put the kettle on for a drink, “Coffee?” Duggie.
“Mm, yeah thanks, black no sugar,” replied Duggie.
When the kettle had boiled and Dean had made a couple of coffee’s both he and Duggie sat at the table set up in the kitchen area.
After an hour of quietly chatting about the things Duggie had done in his life, Duggie heard one of his three had woken and had got up, “I shall leave you Dean and see you later, one of my three is awake and would be looking for some thing to drink.”
“Ok Duggie, I shall see you later then,” Dean replied.
Duggie then went back and found it was Beatrice who had woken and had gone to the loo and was now looking for him. As Duggie walked in she heard him and quietly walked towards him and Duggie then bent down and picked her up and walked to where he had put the three’s dressing gowns and put it on her and then walked outside and as he sat with Beatrice on his lap he levitated himself so he hovered some two inches above the damp morning grass.
“Dad, do you know what we will learn in school when we go?” Beatrice said
“To be honest I have no idea, Beatrice, but from what I have been told about it, you will learn much more fun things than you did at the other school,” Duggie replied.
“I hope so, I want to learn things from you too daddy,” Beatrice said.
“Ok Beatrice, touch this tattoo and concentrate on it,” said Duggie.
Beatrice did touch the tattoo indicated which was a panther and Beatrice did concentrate on it and suddenly stood beside the pair was a large black panther, and Beatrice had a big beaming smile across her face, “Me created it, yeah,” said a happy Beatrice, she then put her hand out and stroked the panther who laid down beside them, “Daddy create something,” asked Beatrice.
“Ok,” Duggie said, and concentrated on the tattoo of a wolf and sat on the other side of the pair was a wolf. “Now young one, you must promise me that you will never touch the tattoos and concentrate on them unless me, Bill, Claire or any of the Vixens have given you permission and are around and nearby to supervise, these things,” and Duggie touched each of the four tattoos Beatrice had, “are very dangerous, the people out there,” and Duggie pointed beyond the club’s fence, “do not understand and would attack and very badly hurt you and me, and everyone else here and you wouldn’t be able to go to school and learn fun things, you would be sent back to the horrible school that taught you nasty things. Do you understand me Beatrice.”
“Yes daddy I do, I promise I will never create Blackie without you, Bill or the Vixens being with me and them saying yes,” Beatrice said.
Then Duggie heard Damien call out, “Daddy where are you?”
“I’m out side Damien,” Duggie called in reply, “now Beatrice concentrate on Blackie disappearing,” Duggie then said to Beatrice.
Which Beatrice did and the panther and wolf disappeared just before Damien and Hemma walked out in their dressing gowns and they both walked towards him, just before they both sat on the damp grass, he said, “wait you two,” and he cast two levitate spells one on Hemma and the other on Beatrice, and he then asked Beatrice, “would you mind moving so your brother can sit on my lap?”
“Yes dad, but I’ll get a wet bottom,” replied Beatrice.
“Will you, sit on the ground and find out if you do,” said Duggie, as Beatrice moved from Duggie’s lap and went to sit on the ground, she found her self floating slightly above it as did Hemma as she sat beside her dad. Both of them smiled when they realised they were floating only a couple of inches above the ground but they were still floating.
Hemma lent over and gave Duggie a kiss on his cheek and said, “I love you dad, you’re the best dad in the world.”
“Thank you, and you three know something, you are three of five of the best children in the world, the other two are,” said Duggie and before he could finish.
Damien said, “Claire and Bill are the other two.”
“Yes they are, aren’t they,” and the four sat in the warming sun rays.
* * * * * *
About 07:30BN the four got up and walked back into the apartment and slipped in to the clothes they had on yesterday and the four walked across the grounds towards the entrance to the garage and breakfast, on the walk over Duggie said, “you three know what’s on today’s agenda don’t you?”
“No, what dad?” asked Hemma.
“Starting to sort out our new home, that’s what,” replied Duggie, “there are a few modifications I am planning to do to the apartment, if Jaboc gives me permission.”
“Yeah, what dad,” asked Beatrice.
“ Like joining the front apartment to the back one and making a section of the front apartment into a tattoo parlour,” Duggie replied.
Damien who was riding on Duggie’s shoulders was very happy sat up higher than everyone else. As they walked in, one of the mechanics drove past them on a bike, looking over his shoulder was a mid sized dog which was sat in a baby carrier, as the four walked down the ramp the dog and owner walked up the ramp and the dog ran off into the field.
The guy said, “Good morning to you, and what a lovely morning it is too.”
“That is very true,” Duggie said, “maybe you can help me, do you know of anywhere I would be able to purchase a full size range cooker?”
“Mmmmm. No, not of the top of my head, ask Braddock, he may know if not he should know who to ask, I’m Brain, one of the mechanics at the club and the dog, is called Stripes,” and the dog ran back and the four could see why it was called Stripes, it was brown with black stripes from head to the tip of it’s tail. The mechanic then bent down and made a fuss of her, and said, “You gone then,” Stripes then licked Brain’s face, he then felt the stomach area, stood up and said, “Not long before she has her first puppies.”
“Oh,” replied Duggie, “You got rid of any yet?”
“Yeah, one, but the vet here in the medical facility thinks Stripes should have at least three maybe four,” Brain replied, “Why do you want one?”
“Yeah, I would be interested in one,” Duggie replied and the three children’s faces just lit up with the prospect of having a pet, “You heading towards the canteen?” asked Duggie.
“Yeah, I am heading that way for some breakfast, then Braddock has asked if I haven’t got any work on that I join a painting detail, he wants some of the apartment blocks at the front of the club given a lick of paint,” Brain said, “and as I ain’t got anything booked in until Savraday, I volunteered to help today and tomorrow.”
“Oh well I know which apartments you will be working on,” Duggie said.
“Oh which one?” Brain asked.
“Mine and these three, I’m Duggie and this is Hemma, Beatrice and Damien. You going to come down from up their now Damien,” said Duggie.
Damien looked a bit unhappy but said, “Ok dad,” and Duggie lifted Damien up and over his head and dropped him to the ground, and the group walked towards the canteen Stripes walking just in front of the group.
“I wish I could train stripes to stay at my heel, like Nibs has Daraus trained,” Brain said.
”I know, mind you Daraus stays at anyone’s heel unless they say its ok,” Duggie replied.
“What?” Brain exclaimed, “How do you know that?”
“I’m Claire and Bill’s dad,” Duggie replied.
“Arh, that would explain it,” Brain said as the group entered the canteen and walked towards the food run.
* * * * * *
A couple of hours later a group of six guys drove via the sub-surface road towards the front apartments with a trailer fill of paint and painting equipment. Riding on the back of the trailer was Angel, Damieel and the twins fairy partners, as they both wanted to go and have a play with Hemma, Beatrice and Damien. During breakfast they had seen Duggie and the children and had organised it so the young ones would be out of the way whilst the two bedrooms were being painted.
When the vehicle had pulled up everyone got out and they all carried a couple of pots of paint up the ramp to the ground floor of the apartment block.
Duggie had already began to pick things up and move things around the flat, the three mattresses had been placed outside on a large tarp on which was all the bags of clothes and the bedding. Hemma and Beatrice had started to put the food away in the cupboards.
Angel and Damieel ran up the ramp and they both poked their heads around the door and called, “Hemma, Beatrice, Damien where are you?”
“We’re in here, Angel, Damieel,” replied Beatrice.
Both Angel and Damieel walked into the apartment and found the three putting food items into the cupboards, Angel said when they saw Duggie walk out of one of the bedrooms, “Hello Duggie, those three ready to go?” Damieel said.
“Yeah they are, where you going to go?” asked Duggie.
“We thought to the swimming pool it looks big and fun,” replied Angel.
“And we all have our swimming costumes here,” Damieel said.
“Right you three, go and get your bags and do as Angel and Damieel tell you,” Duggie said and the three young ones ran outside and grabbed their bags and joined Angel and Damieel as they disappeared down the ramp and the group walked hand in hand along the sub-surface road towards the swimming pool.
Brain who was stood outside the doorway waited for the young ones to disappear with the Twins, said to Duggie as he walked out, “Right what room do you want us to start on?”
“The bedrooms thanks,” replied Duggie and walked outside carrying a couple of large hold alls and found three members of the Hammers and two members of the Marauders were up and lent up against the wall of Gangrel Apartments. He called over, “hey you lot if you want to sit down, come and sit on the tarp if you want.”
“Thanks Duggie,” one replied as Trixxie walked out with a joint between her lips and followed the five as they walked towards the edge of the tarp.
Trixxie called after Duggie as he disappeared back into the apartment, “What time did you get to bed last night?”
“I didn’t,” replied Duggie.
When Duggie had walked back into the apartment, two of the workers had brought up a couple of sets of step ladders and a large plank which had been set up in the larger of the two bedrooms.
One of the pair asked, “Who’s going to be sleeping in here?”
“Assume the two girls for the time being. Damien in the next room down and I’m having the smallest room as mine,” replied Duggie.
“What colour or colours do you want the rooms then?” Brain asked as he walked through the door carrying four cans of paint.
“A light colour on the ceiling and a second slightly different colour on the walls. I’m not sure what if anything is planned for the flooring,” Duggie replied.
* * * * * *
As the five walked towards the swimming pool, Hemma had hold of Angel’s left hand who had hold of Damien’s left hand who was holding Damieel’s left hand and then on the other side was Beatrice. All five had big smiles. Flying just above the shoulders where Rijuulm and Eloobra and they like the twins were going to enjoy themselves.
When the five had changed they walked out of the changing rooms and onto the leisure pool area and the five hand in hand jumped into the leisure pool and spent most of the day enjoying themselves lounging and just playing in the pool area, about 12:00BN they were joined in the pool area by Jum, Wong, and most of the Hammers and Marauders.
Wong and Jum both entered the pool area and dived in and started to swim lengths and after 30 minutes they had both swum close to a 3000 metres and then they climbed out and joined the Angel, Damieel and the young ones chilling and playing.
Both Gary and Dean had the Marauders and Hammers relay racing with one half squad down one end and the other half squad on the opposite end.
* * * * * *
Around midday Jaboc and Walliballa walked up from the sub-face road.
Jaboc called out, “Hi Duggie, you here?”
“Yeah, in the small bedroom,” called back Duggie.
Both Walliballa and Jaboc walked in and stood in the doorway of the small bedroom.
Walliballa said, after taking in the colour scheme, “Nice colour scheme.”
“Thanks, I like deep colours especially when I’m planning having this room as my shrine room,” replied Duggie.
“So where are you going to sleep then?” asked Jaboc.
“In the living room, I sleep on a futon bed which rolls up when not in use,” replied Duggie, “Jaboc, where would I be able to get my hands on a full range cooker that I can modify?”
“Modify in what way?” asked Jaboc.
“You saw the cooker in my old place,” Jaboc nodded yes, “it arrived as a wood burning combi cooker boiler, I converted it to no fuel use combi cooker boiler,” Duggie said.
“I understand,” said Walliballa, “are you talking about converting it for TW operation.”
“Yeah,” replied Duggie.
“No, but Braddock probably would,” replied Jaboc.
“Another question, who would I go and see about having someone tested for abilities beyond human?” Duggie asked.
“Who do you think needs testing?” asked Walliballa.
“Trixxie from the Gangrel Hammers, when they got back yesterday after the policing action she, Gary, Dean and Lara sat outside and chatted, she saw Claire and Hell Bright go in but not come out,” Duggie replied.
“Oh,” said Jaboc, as Duggie closed the lid of the paint and started to walk outside, both Jaboc and Walliballa joined him and the three sat down.
“I did a quick attitude test to see if she was of the correct mindset to know things, It also provided me the chance to aura check the people, I got a faint blue aura from her, which normally indicates an ability to control, and our chat yesterday and the events later in the evening told me its time to get back into the game, and I have offered to train them in the Samutai fighting arts,” Duggie said.
“Would that offer extend to other people?” Walliballa asked.
“Yeah anyone who wants to learn,” replied Duggie, “I’ve also offered to take Dean as an apprentice tattooist. It takes a good year to two years to become a tattooist.”
Walliballa asked, “This den you want built, how big do you want it?”
“About ten metre square, and from the middle I want an area depressed into the floor where people can sit in a circle and have a table put,” Duggie replied.
“That’s not hard at all,” Walliballa replied, and as he was sat cross legged he created a shaft which he extended down until he had hit the bed rock, “It will be quite easy, its chalk here on I think a layer of sandstone.”
* * * * * *
An hour later Walliballa and Jaboc had returned to the main club, allowing Duggie to return to the painting. Sharra, Rose and Sym walked up the ramp from the sub-surface road and saw Duggie walk into the small room carrying a pot of paint.
Sharra called out, “Duggie can I see you for a little bit?”
“Yeah come in Sharra,” Duggie called back.
Sharra, Rose and Sym walked in and saw the room Duggie was painting, the ceiling which was finished was a warm deep yellow and two of the walls had been finished a warm red colour and Duggie was stood on a chair with a paint brush in one hand and an edger in the other painting the wall to ceiling join.
“Come in,” Duggie said.
“Can we have a chat with you in private please?” Sharra asked.
“Yeah come in, shut the door and grab a paint brush, then it looks like your working,” replied Duggie.
“Now that’s an idea,” said Sharra and that’s what the three did, they came in and shut the door. When the door was shut Sharra said, “Do you remember you said you would assist and advise in the teaching of Magick?”
“Yeah I do,” Duggie replied.
“Sym here is the person who I am teaching and Rose is her non gifted twin sister, Ithian said that twins if they both know the skills make for powerful mage partnerships,” Sharra said.
“Welcome Sym, Rose, allow me to introduce myself, I’m Duggie Demitrie, Chiang-Ku dragon, Line walker with spells and skills from the schools of Earth, Fire and Air elementalist and Diabolist, and Tattoo Master. Just so you know The chat last night has given me back my enthusiasm for teaching, and I may be teaching Trixxie from the Hammers if she can wield, but I will also be very likely be starting a school teaching the Way Of The Samutai Warriors,” Duggie replied.
“Are you Claire and Bill’s dad?” Sym asked.
“Yeah I am,” replied Duggie.
“Where are the little ones anyway?” asked Sharra.
“With Angel and Damieel enjoying the swimming pool, well that’s where they were heading this morning anyway,” Duggie replied.
“The reason for the chat is I need to find someone who can supply me with the items I need to make some spell books, and I was wondering if you knew of anywhere in Suraban that sold supplies like that?” Sharra asked.
“No, I don’t, I’ve not actually needed a spell book or supplies to make one for a very long time, in a couple of weeks I will be able to make things like that as I intend to change the upstairs apartment into an alchemists lab, hang on doesn’t Ithian have a lab here?” Duggie asked.
“Yeah he does, but I don’t know how to make the parchment,” Sharra replied.
“I do,” said Duggie, “and as I am going to see if Trixxie can wield, and I wouldn’t mind seeing the Lab for myself. Shall we head that way now.”
“Now that’s an idea,” said Sharra.
Duggie walked out leading the three women, and called, “Brain, I’m heading to the main club for a while, you and your crew going to be ok here?”
“Yeah,” said Brain as he walked around the corner, “We’ve almost finished in largest of the bedrooms, and when we have we’ll start on the next one, and get as much done as we can, and finish tomorrow.”
“Ok,” said Duggie and the four headed towards the main Club, via the Sub-Surface road.
As the four passed the swimming pool and gym area a few of the Hammers crossed from the swimming pool into the gym area. Duggie called to them, “Any of you know where Trixxie is?”
“Yeah, she enjoying her self in the pool area,” one of the group said.
“Thanks,” said Duggie and he headed for the entrance to the pool area, and saw Trixxie sat on a raised area chatting to Dean and a couple more of the Gangrels. Duggie walked in and walked towards the raised area and said to Trixxie, “I was wondering if you were interested in finding out if what we were talking about last night was true?”
“Yes I am,” replied Trixxie, she then turned to Dean and David and said, “I shall leave you and chat to you later.”
“Ok Trixxie,” said Dean, and as Trixxie left and headed for the changing rooms, Dean turned to Duggie and said, “I’ve had a chat with Gary, Lara and Michelle and they all think it would be an excellent idea if we could join you when you do your, Samutai Kari.”
“Certinelly, shall we say this evening at about 08:00AN,” replied Duggie.
“I think that will be a good time and we can organise a good time for you to actually start teaching us the Way of the Samutai,” Dean replied.
“Yes, 08:00 outside the apartments,” said Duggie.
About five minutes later Trixxie walked out of the changing room and around the side towards the exit to the Sub-surface road and met Duggie, Sharra, Sym and Rose.
When Trixxie had arrived and the group had left the swimming pool area Duggie said to Trixxie, “Some introductions are in order, you already know Sym and Rose I think, but you don’t know Sharra.”
“No I don’t, good afternoon Sharra,” Trixxie said.
“Good afternoon Trixxie, I hear that you may be a wielder of magick,” Sharra said, “Sym defiantly can wield we chatted with Ithian this morning and discovered she can and I will be teaching both Sym and Rose the skills they need to know.”
“I don’t think I’ve met Ithian yet,” said Trixxie.
“No you probably haven’t yet, that’s where we are heading now to his lab in the main club, I need to check it out as one of my skills is that of being able to create potions and techno-wizard items and I need to have access to a proper Magickal lab, and before you say anything Sharra, I can only create a few items and most of them are things I use around the home, like a proper cooker rather than the lump in their at the moment, and spell book pages,” Duggie said.
Sym and Rose both looked incredibly puzzled at the terms Duggie has just used.
Sharra said, “The term Techno-Wizard is a type of mage that can create items that work when the user supplies it with his or her own power?” and she looked at Duggie just to confirm the definition was correct. Duggie smiled back and nodded yes as they turned the corner and walked through the garage towards the back entrance and the ramp up into the main club.
Very soon the group was in the reception area of the north wing third floor, the guard saw Sharra and before they disappeared up to the ramp he asked, “Business?”
Sharra turned to him and said, “Duggie is authorized, as is Sym and Rose, and Trixxie knows about the Conspiracy.”
“No problem boss,” the guard said.
“Just so you two know, at some point I’ll make sure you, Duggie, get issued with a pass card for the third floors and make sure that you and who else knows in the Marauders and Hammers know Trixxie?”
“Gary, Dean , Lara, and I think Michelle know,” Trixxie replied.
“I’ll make sure they get issued with a pass card, carry it with you at all times, it allows you access to the conspiracy secured areas of the Club and sub-surface facilities,” Sharra said and led the group to blank wall where Sharra knocked and the group waited.
About a minute later a door appeared in the wall and Ithian walked out and said, “Welcome back Sharra, hi Duggie, I’m surprised to see you here today I thought you would be decorating?”
“I was but I’m here to ask you if you wouldn’t mind testing Trixxie to see if she can wield and I am looking to see if I have to set up my own alchemists lab or not, as I can create a few TW items,” Duggie said.
“No problem, please all, come in,” said Ithian, when everyone was in the Lab the door disappeared.
Trixxie looked some what shocked at the fact a door had appear from nowhere and the next thing she knew she was stood in a large room and the door had disappeared. Ithian said, “Right young lady, catch,” and Ithian threw one of his toys to Trixxie, which she caught and she looked at it and it suddenly changed from a box to a ball. Ithian said when that happened, “Now that’s a good sign, what you have in your hand is a training toy, clear your mind Trixxie and concentrate on it, can you see the aura that surrounds the toy?”
“Yes,” Trixxie replied, and the toy’s aura flashed red and it changed shape again to an egg shape.
Suddenly four white flashes happened and Hell Bright, Claire, Charrbrr and Vitanna stood in one of the Pentagrams inscribed into the floor.
When Claire saw dad stood in the Lab she said in a shocked tone, “What you doing here dad?”
“I am not only a Tattoo Master daughter I am also a Line Walker with knowledge of Earth, fire and air elementalist spells and those of a diabolist, and I’m here to see if Trixxie can wield and it looks like she can, so therefore I will be teaching her to become a line walker like you and every one in here,” Duggie replied.
“Why didn’t you say something before,” said Claire.
“Simple, depression and lathery, when Sam was kidnapped I fell into a depression that a combination of you and the people here have brought me out of,” Duggie replied, “and in certain respects its better that Ithian teaches you, I have other responsibilities remember.”
“I know dad,” replied Claire, “I have research work to do.”
“And don’t think your going to get it easy either Sym, Rose, after this weekend is over with, I’ll be handing a lot of the club level security work over to Sam so I can concentrate on training you two.”
Ithian then said to Trixxie, “When you have mastered it you will be able to detect the changes before they happen and control what it becomes.”
“Ithian have you got a specific teleport spell for those receiver pentagrams?” Duggie asked.
“Yeah I have Duggie,” replied Ithian, “Grithh, transport spell tomb please. Oh good point, Peeker, Squarker, here now.”
Two imps appeared over one of the receiver pentagrams and said, “Yes master.”
“Two more users of the lab for you two to remember,” Ithian said, “My lab guardians Peeker and Squarker, they are very good they never forget peoples auras.”
Peeker then said, “We bow before you master,” when they has scanned Duggie’s aura.
Squarker said to Trixxie who was stood in shock at the fact a book had just floated across the room and had settled on a book rest, “Welcome shocked to surprise city.”
“Oops, sorry Trixxie,” said Ithian, “in here you will see the strange and wonderful, Grithh is one of my aerial servants, he knows the main lab and store better than I do and therefore is a very useful magickal construct.”
“Hell Bright, Claire would you take these three to the Library and then if they haven’t been to the medical facility there as well,” Ithian said.
“Yeah, no worries,” replied Claire.
“Trixxie, I’m going to be starting to teach the Way of the Samutai this evening at about 08:00AN outside the apartments,” Duggie said before she disappeared on her tour.
Ithian then said to Duggie, “So what do you think Duggie?”
“It ain’t bad, I could definitely work here, but I will also construct my own one as I don’t think you have the research books I will be bringing from the Samutai temple when I get chance to fetch them,” Duggie replied.
“Duggie, I know the Chiang-Ku don’t possess a natural ability to teleport, but you do have a greater understanding of portal spells, would it be possible to link the lab here with my one at the Academy?” Ithian asked.
“To be honest, I don’t know, a shifter would know, but I don’t know of any here on Darra Von,” Duggie replied.
“No, but the academy database may though,” Sharra said.
“Damn true, it may at that, shall we adjourn to the library and have a look,” Ithian said.
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The Hunter’s, Marauders, and Hammers enjoy the run up to the pre-wedding bash
Chapter 8 — Let’s dance — The Hunter’s, Marauders, and Hammers enjoy the run up to the pre-wedding bash
Claire and Hell Bright teleported Sym, Rose, Trixxie and the fairy companions to the Conspiracy Library receiver pentagram and when Trixxie had actually recovered from the shock of the spell being cast and the actual teleportation happening, Hell Bright said, “Welcome Trixxie to the Conspiracy Library, the one place you will probably find more information about a subject then the best scientists have access to if they had access to the entire world’s scientific research.”
“Did anyone hear that voice,” said a very shocked Trixxie.
Claire turned to Hell Bright and said, “Hell Bright would you mind not doing that until I’ve had chance to explain it to people.”
“Sorry Claire,” said Hell Bright and she stuck her tongue out at Claire.
“Sorry Trixxie, Hell Bright does that. Hell Bright is mentally mute, due to events in her past she doesn’t exactly speak very much, she is only just starting to come to terms with it. Last Savraday was the first time she had spoken since she was three and she is now sixteen almost seventeen. She normally speaks through a translator which I am one of a few, Ren is another as is Sandra at the moment, most of the time it freaks people out for the first few occasions which I guess it has done to you,” responded Claire to Trixxie’s earlier statement.
“Yeah somewhat,” Trixxie said.
“ The Conspiracy Library has over four million individual unique books and hundreds of thousands of hand written books and scrolls. Most are stored on computer, the only ones that aren’t are the ones in the Lab and in private collections, and most of those we can get access to as most of the people who use them come from within the conspiracy,” Claire said.
“That is a lot of books,” Sym said.
“Yes it is, but when we, the Vixens, go to the academy that’s when four million books comes into it’s own. How much do you know about the Academy?” Claire asked.
“Nothing, the first time I heard it mentioned was when I arrived here,” replied Trixxie as she picked up a book on xenozoology and flicked through it.
“Ok, what the Academy is, is a training school for the elite, those who go have been selected from the world’s young ghosts, and are thought by certain members of the Conspiracy to be able to handle the responsibility of fighting what the Conspiracy calls the evil, and from what work I’ve been able to do it’s the best description for it, is that they are very simply the closest thing you can get to pure evil. Michelle I think she’s Nabanian isn’t she Trixxie?” Claire asked.
“Yes, I think that’s where she originated from,” Trixxie replied.
“Naban is now controlled by one of the AAA rated corporations, that is itself controlled and run by one of these,” and Claire holds her PDA and shows Trixxie, Sym and Rose a drawing of the Splugorth, “and the one that runs Rotork Theaban is currently holding my mum Sam and she is being made to work as a maid/slave to one of its minions. What we will be doing at the Academy is learning, you spend five years, working on your own research work, projects and also learning how to fight these and other things. When we, me and Hell Bright leave, we both expect to be fully trained line walkers and more than able to fight these things, both with and with out the use of magic, and I expect to hold at least two if not more doctorate level qualifications, and I never finished high school either, I was expelled for hitting the leader of the bullies and breaking her nose,” Claire smile as she remembers that day, and then continues, “the one thing I wished I had know when I did, was that she was one of the leaders of a slaver ring operating in Suraban who happened to be holding Clare and Abbey at the time, her boyfriend went head to head with Nibs that evening here at the club.”
“You say your mum is,” Trixxie said and looked horrified at the thoughts of someone owning slaves and humans being traded and sold, “owned by someone.”
“Yeah, she was kidnapped just over two years ago, by the president of Naban, so she could become his concubine, except mum refused and so he made her one of his personal slaves. This is one of the reasons why the Conspiracy exists, is to protect Darra Von from becoming a living hell for the population and being used as a slave farm so their evil empires have a ready supply of slaves,” Claire then continued.
Rose asked, “Why doesn’t the population fight back?”
“Rose,” said Hell Bright, “The reason the population doesn’t know is that all they care for is where the next gadget is coming from, and most just don’t really care about the person standing next to them let alone the world as a whole, as long as they think themselves safe from being torn apart or eaten or killed because they looked at one of the ‘upper class’ in the wrong way who are we to disturb the status quo, and to put it bluntly the forces that the enemy has the population wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Plus most of the intelligences hate each other with a passion, the Splugorth hate the now owners of Wacker Inc, and they hate all vampires with unbridled passion. They know the conspiracy exists and that we will fight then in a guerrilla war,” Claire said.
“And also because it wouldn’t be very good for business to bring in the necessary forces to invade and conquer this world, and it would also leave their other holdings open to attack,” continued Hell Bright.
“Once you’ve been given your pass card this place is open for you, and both me and Hell Bright would be more than willing to give you what help we can from the Academy,” said Claire.
“Where did you two disappear to yesterday evening?” asked Trixxie and as Trixxie spoke a flash happened and Sharra appeared over the teleport pentagram.
“Three of the casualties we found in the main throne room, had been drained of their blood and we realised that they may not make it if they waited and were brought back by road, so we took it upon ourselves to get them back to the medical facility as fast as we could, and the only way we were able to was to teleport them to the lab and have Ithian teleport them to the medical facility. I could have teleported them directly to the medical facility, but I don’t know it. The assault on Wacker HQ last week, what the population didn’t see was a reason the conspiracy exists and a very big problem,” replied Claire, “during the battle the Vixens were given the power of the Planet’s Dragon Defenders, we all turned it down flat, but as a residual of that joining I was given some special spells, one of which is Teleport with out error, the only problem is that I have to know the place I am teleporting from and too., another spell I was left with is this,” and Claire cast the True sight spell on Trixxie and Sharra. Hovering before the pair was Charrbrr and Vitanna. “Meet our fairy companions,” said Claire, another side effect of the final stages of the battle when we were forced to close a anomie in the mana fields. The Rift as it is called drew the fairies you see here and the ones that are companions of the rest of the Vixens, Clare, Abbey, Bill, and the sniper team from South Harbour.”
“Your kidding,” Sharra said.
“I think I may use this place a lot, just flicking through that book on xenozoology by Dr Zeus, and what you have said today, has provided me with enough incentive to view the world in a different light, some of the pictures he has of the animals are superb, but some of them I’m wondering if they actually exist here in Darra Von?” asked Trixxie.
“Talk to Walliballa, he runs zoo here at the Club,” replied Richard as he walked in carrying a couple of books of computer programming languages, “and before any of you say anything, we only keep specimens of the creatures not native to Darra Von.”
“Hi Richard,” said Claire.
“Hi, let me guess, Trixxie, I’ve just dumped into Duggie and he said, he hopes seeing this has peeked your interest in things different?” Richard said.
“Oh it has,” replied Trixxie.
“And mine,” said Rose, “I’ve been thinking about looking at what happened in the past, but not in regards of the conspiracy or what is written in the history texts but to the people.”
“I think you and me Rose will have long discussions and chats then, I’m passionate about archaeology and similar,” said Hell Bright, this time using her own voice.
“Oh yeah, I think so,” replied Rose.
“Medicals I think,” said Claire.
“True,” said Richard.
The group left the library and started to walk down towards the sub basement level 1 and the medical facility.
Sym asked Claire, “When did you know that you could cast spells?”
“When I became a Vixen a few weeks ago, around the same time I learnt about my tattoos,” replied Claire.
“How about you Hell Bright?” asked Sym
“About five years ago, but I was lucky, Jaboc had access to the facilities of the Conspiracy and so therefore I was able to read and learn a lot from the journals and books. When I met Claire for the first time, I could already cast, Fire ball, Invisibility, Force Bolt, and Armour of the Ages,” replied Hell Bright.
* * * * * *
One of the on duty Doctors walked into the room where Steven was laying on the bed pushing a wheel chair, Anna was sat on the edge of the bed laughing and chatting.
Wood-Sterne and Anna who said in reply to a question Steven had asked, “I don’t think the two units based here would have any problems you signing on to them. I know Paul Snr. is looking for members for the Hunters as well, me, Tony and Dominic have been asked if we want to join, I’m thinking favouring joining but I will wait until I have Tony’s and Dominic’s reply as I am their spotter.”
“Ok Steven, if your ready for the MRI scan I shall escort you to the facility where we can determine how much damage has been done,” the Doctor said.
“Ok,” replied Steven, “Will you be here when I get back Anna?”
“I’ll push you to the room,” replied Anna.
A smile spread across Steven’s face as he got out of bed and sat in the wheel chair, Anna then moved the glucose drip to the pole that was attached to the side of the wheel chair. Wood-Sterne then flew up to Steven’s shoulder height and stayed there.
The doctor moved to one side and let the wheel chair out and said, “turn right and follow me.” The doctor led them past the other patients windows, and at the end of the corridor they turned left and headed for the lifts. When they had arrived at the lifts the Doctor called the lift and said, “How you feeling Steven?”
“Weak,” replied Steven, “but also happy I’m no longer his pet. Can you tell me how the other four people are?”
“Yeah, I know one didn’t make it,” replied the doctor.
“I think the plan is to give the person a decent burial in a few days,” replied Anna.
“I want to be there for that, I did get to know the others pretty well over the period they were there,” Steven said.
“Yeah I don’t see why you shouldn’t be there,” replied the doctor, “I think the plan is to have it after the weekend is over.”
“Oh, what’s happening over the weekend then?” Steven asked.
“A wedding is happening up at Gangrel command on Sumdar and the pre wedding party is happening tomorrow evening,” Anna said, “and I think most of tomorrow is the lead up, to the party tomorrow night.”
* * * * * *
After the MRI scan had been finished and the consultant had the results, he said, “I will pop in and talk to you about what the scans show later today, but I don’t want you going to far from the facility for a while. I will leave you the capable hands of your female friend here.”
“Thank you doctor,” Steven said.
As Anna pushed Steven, who like before when Anna had pushed him to the MRI Wood-Sterne again flew beside the shoulder of Steven, along with the doctor, out of the lift she turned left and started to walk back towards Steven’s room. Paul Snr, along with Rose, Sym, Claire, Hell Bright and Trixxie, and the two fairy companions, joined the pair as they were walking from the direction of the garage.
Paul Snr. said to the Doctor, “Rather than crowd Steven’s room is it possible for us to go and sit outside on the grass?”
“I don’t see why not,” replied the doctor.
Anna realised that she hadn’t actually been any where other than Steven’s room all day and she wanted to clarify a couple of things with Paul Snr. which had been bugging her since she had been asked if the sniper team wanted to join the Hunters. The group turned and headed for the ramp up to the surface via the garage. When the group had reached the open area surrounding the Club, Paul Snr. led the group and offered to push the wheel chair up the large bank that surrounded the sides and back of the club. When the group had reached the top they stopped and sat down and enjoyed the sun as it shone through some high thin clouds. When the group had reached the top Claire, and Hell Bright along with, Charrbrr and Vitanni and Wood-Sterne all lay on the grass and closed their eyes. Trixxie retrieved her shades from a small pouch that hang on the opposite side to the Gangrel Pouch. Sym, Rose just lent back and soak up the warm sun’s rays.
Paul asked Steven, “I’ve already spoke to the doctor, and read the short file Anna, Tony and Dominic wrote on you after the human Intel operation. Me, Clare and Abbey have spoken about this, with what’s happened over the past few weeks, would you be interested in joining The Hunters?”
“What do the Hunters do?” asked Steven.
“What do they do,” replied Paul Snr., “they are an elite team providing a specialist force to an organisation called the conspiracy, which protects the world from people like his lordship and those who created him.”
Anna then said, “The Hunters are also an elite force within the Gangrels hence me and Trixxie being present at the operation yesterday. You did express an interest in joining last time we chatted, if you remember.”
“And if your worried about things like your current status of being in the wheel chair and not being up to the same level of fitness as every one else, I’ve already chatted to the doctor about assisting in your physiotherapy when you are back on your feet, and the unit does need someone who is willing to learn other skills rather than the skills that we already have in abundance which are mainly close quarters fighting,” Paul Snr. said.
“What other skills you looking at?” Steven and Anna asked.
“Communications, hacking, breaking and entering to name a few of the skills I see the Hunters needing,” replied Paul Snr.
“My next question may seem a bit personal, but I want to find my dad, we were separated on the day Wacker started the war and I’ve not been able to find him since and I’ve looked,” asked Steven.
“That’s easy to organise,” replied Paul Snr., “Digital Systems, the company I use to work for before coming here full time is placing missing people adds on the tele and on bill boards around the area, where the refugees are housed.”
“I’m interested, but I’m a bit stuck at the moment,” Steven said.
“That’s not a problem, I’m seeing the consultant about the results of the MRI scan when he’s done the other three and very likely to be involved in the Phsyio of all four as I am about to start teaching the Hunters the Fighting Arts of the Black Karzzar, and its excellent at getting people fit and returning people’s strength, plus I think you will be doing a lot of work in the pool and gym as well,” said Paul Snr.
“That will be interesting,” said Trixxie.
“Oh, why?” asked Paul Snr.
“Duggie has offered to teach the Marauders and Hammers the Way of the Samutai,” replied Trixxie.
“Duggie knows the Way of the Samutai. Oh this is going to be fun I think,” said Paul.
“How come?” asked Rose.
“Back before the Samutai were destroyed the Black Karzzar and the Samutai warrior monks were rivals, we would join forces where necessary, but the name calling and practical jokes the two groups would play could be interesting, from what I was told by my master,” replied Paul.
“What practical jokes you talking about Karzzar,” said Duggie as he, Sharra and Ithian walked up the bank towards the group.
“Oh the odd bucket on head and releasing a silk spider into a room before the Samutai who was sleeping there arrived back,” said Paul.
“Well can we put a truce on those please Paul?” asked Duggie.
“I have no problem with that,” said Paul, “the masters from what I was told, never got involved in the practical jokes, it was always the students and monks.”
“Very true the master never did, and I was a master, it shows we never did, and you were trained after the Samutai were destroyed,” replied Duggie, “Well Paul if your up for learning the arts of the Samutai, I’m sure as hell up for learning the arts of the Black.”
“Yeah, I’m always up for learning more,” said Paul.
“After the weekend, I’m going to be going back to Jarrzar to gather the library and treasure trove stored there, which will be stored here for emergencies,” Duggie said.
“As I want to organise a field trip to Azar and show the Hunters my home and also show them the Black Karzzar temple my master trained at, why not come with us and as the plan was to travel to Echo Tech City for the Academy Reception Ball, and as you are automatically classified as elite by the fact you are who you are, and the invite to the Ball is to all elite,” said Paul Snr..
“Yeah, sounds like fun. Trixxie you ready to start learning?” Duggie asked.
“Yeah,” replied Trixxie.
“And the same question to you two?” Sharra asked.
Both Sym and Rose smiled big beaming smiles, and the three got up and followed Duggie and Sharra back to towards the Club.
“Ithian how does the training toy work?” Claire asked.
“They sense if someone can channel mana and absorb a very small amount and use that to power the transformations?” Ithian replied, “Why the questions on how the toy works.”
“The reason is I passed Bill mine and when he was holding it changed shape a couple of times,” Claire replied.
“That is interesting,” Ithian said.
“What you guys talking about?” Steven asked.
Paul turned and saw Anna had her hand and lower arm on the arm rest of the wheel chair, “Shall we go inside and we’ll show you,” said Paul.
“Ok,” said Steven, and the group stood and Charrbrr and Vitanna both took to the air and Wood Sterne flew just in front of Anna, just behind Steven’s head.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you Paul, the work you were doing on Sym, Rose and Gareath, would you do similar to me, Tony and Dominic?” Anna asked.
“That offer is open to all elite, but my rules apply of no more than six,” replied Paul.
The group walked along the top of the mound until they came to a small house that was sited in a depression, the group walked down and Paul opened the door to let everyone in to the small house. Inside was a living room come kitchen and sat on one of the arm chairs was a creature that looked like a man ape.
“Hi Zeus,” said Paul Snr.
“Oh hi Paul,” replied Zeus
“When Gareath joined the Hunters I told him he would be on a steep learning curve, he at the time didn’t know how steep,” said Paul, “Ithian can you teleport us to my Parlour?”
“Yeah, no problem,” replied Ithian.
Suddenly the group including Steven was in the Paul’s Tattoo Parlour on the third floor or the north wing.
Steven and Anna said, “What just happened?”
Steven continued, “One second we were in a living room with a man ape, and the next we are here a room with two dentist chairs.”
“Yes, allow me, Zeus, the man ape as you called him, and may I say he would laugh if you said it to his face, is a member of a race called the Kittani, and what just happened is that I teleported us here with what is called magick,” Ithian said.
“Steven do you remember yesterday in the main room, me and Hell Bright were bending down over the bodies of the three people and we vanished?” Claire asked.
“Yes I do,” replied Steven.
“That was magick and what I was talking to Ithian about when we were outside was these,” and Claire got out her training toy and showed it to Steven and as it lay on her open hand it changed shaped from a oblong to a caltrop.
“Steep learning curve,” said Steven, “its almost vertical.”
“Arh, true,” said Paul Snr., “but you still interested?”
“I guess yes, I guess if you didn’t trust me then you wouldn’t have asked or shown me,” said Steven.
Ithian then said, “I think we shall leave you three to chat,” and then Claire, Hell Bright and Ithian disappeared.
“And I think you should be getting back to the medical facility Steven,” said Paul.
“Yeah, I think so, I wouldn’t mind seeing how the other three are,” said Steven, and Anna, Paul and Steven walked back to the medical facility via the canteen where they bumped into Tony and Dominic, both of their pixie companions smiled as Anna and Paul walked past, just as they were about to head towards the net café on the second floor.
As they, Tony and Dominic, passed Anna, Steven and Paul, Dominic said to Tony, “I’ve not seen Anna so happy in quite a while.”
“That’s very true nor have I,” replied Tony.
When the three had arrived back at the medical facility, the female member of the group was being pushed back to her room, she was still very groggey from the sedatives and the blood loss, but she smiled when she saw Steven, who reached his hand out and squeezed her hand and said, “We’re safe, these people will look after you as they are doing so now.”
The Consultant was stood at the nurses station talking to the three nurses and doctor on duty, “I want the three youths who suffered from blood lose to be maintained on the blood drip until they had a least eight pints run through their systems and then I want them to be maintained on the glucose drips for at least a full week.” He then turned as if he was about to leave and saw Paul, Steven and Anna walking down the corridor, “arh Steven good, afternoon Paul, miss.”
“Afternoon doctor,” replied Paul, “Can I take it the group have had the scans done?”
“You can, and yes Doctor Johnstone here has told me that you are interested in assisting in the physiotherapy when the four are back on their feet,” Doctor Hill replied, “Would you walk with me whilst I return to my office.”
“No problem,” said Paul, “Just in case I don’t see you later Anna, Nibs and the Vixens are organising a work out/fight night training session for tomorrow afternoon from about twelve, and if the medical staff ok it, you might as well come along and watch too Steven, it will be in the Gym opposite the swimming pool.”
“Ok, see you soon,” replied Anna.
And Steven said, “Thanks for the offer, I’ll let you know my answer in a couple of days.”
“No hurry, young man,” said Paul Snr. and he smiled at Steven and Anna as he turned and walked with the Doctor Hill.
“Nurse, how are the other three?” Steven asked.
“They are all still very groggey from the effects of the sedative and the blood loss,” replied the nurse.
“I guess they ain’t up for visitors then?” asked Steven.
“Not really, maybe tomorrow though,” the Nurse replied, “what do you want for dinner the menu is in your room, buzz us when you’ve chosen.”
“Thanks,” replied Steven.
* * * * * *
Doctor Hill said, as he and Paul Snr. walked towards the Doctor’s office, “Can I ask how much do you know about Steven’s past?”
“Nothing why?” replied Paul Snr.
“Oh, as standard we do a complete workup on patients and as a part of that is to check DNA to see if he’s got a genetic disorder that could cause complications during treatment. His DNA work up is strange, it not the normal genetic signature,” Doctor Hill replied.
“Now that is interesting,” said Paul Snr. deep in thought, “Have you got a couple of the results?”
“Yes I have I’ve kept them in my office,” Doctor Hill said, “I’ve placed my genetic structure on his charts, just so its there.”
“Good,” replied Paul Snr.
Doctor Hill opened the door to his office, which was fifteen metres by fifteen metres with a five metre long desk in the middle of the room, but only a third of the way out from the rear wall. Along the left hand wall was a large ten metre long light box and along the opposite wall were ten four draw filing cabinets above then was a large painting. He went to his desk and opened the second draw on the right hand side and removed a file and opened it and retrieved a copy of the genetic workup results.
He passed them to Paul Snr. who had taken out his PDU and logged on to the Conspiracy intelligence network and he had started to search for the Genetic finger prints stored on the servers. Paul Snr. also opened a channel to Nicolai and Jane, and said, “Nicolai, Jane, Paul, can you come to Doctor Hill’s office I need to see you about a patient in the medical facility.”
“Paul, Jane, no problem me and Nicolai will be there in a few minutes,” Jane said.
“Thanks,” Paul said, “That aside, what about the MRI scan results, what’s your diagnosis and treatment advice?”
“Standard treatment for someone who has massive muscle loss and destruction due to starvation, a slow and steady rebuild of the muscles, starting with his hands and arms, then working onto his feet and legs, then just general rebuild of the rest of the muscles. You said you were interested in assisting in the physiotherapy of the four?” Doctor Hill asked.
“Yes I am,” replied Paul Snr..
“What would be doing with them?” Doctor Hill asked.
“Next week I’m about to start teaching a group of young adults the Fighting Arts of the Black Karzzar, and it would be working with katars and similar for a long while, the other’s I’m teaching would probably progress onto true combat long before I would even think of letting those four start,” Paul Snr replied.
“As long as you don’t work them to hard with the katars I don’t see any problem with it,” Doctor Hill said.
Jane and Nicolai stopped outside and knocked on Doctor Hills office door, Doctor Hill said, “Come in.”
When Jane and Nicolai had walked in and closed the door Paul Snr. said, “You know we brought back Steven from the policing action yesterday?”
“Yeah,” replied Nicolai as he and Jane took a seat.
“Doctor Hill would you tell Jane and Nicolai what you told me?” Paul Snr. asked.
“No problem,” replied Doctor Hill and told Jane and Nicolai exactly what he had told Paul Snr.
When he had finished Paul Snr. said, “I’m searching the Conspiracy intelligence files for the Genetic finger prints we have of the major races.”
Nicolai asked, “Doctor have you got the results on computer as when Paul finds the files the computers can so a similarity search on the results.”
“Yes I have, its stored on my personal computer rather than the main server,” Doctor Hill replied.
Nicolai got up and walked to the computer that was built into the desk, and logged into his own personal area of the conspiracy computer system and copied the file to there.
After a couple of minutes Paul Snr. said, “Got the files, they are stored in the directory t:\ConpsiracyRaceFilesGenetics.”
“Thanks Paul,” replied Nicolai, who then opened the conspiracy database program and loaded the genetic results into the program and opened and loaded the genetic data files. Nicolai then ran a comparison search on the files and after scanning over two thousand entries it had located one that closely matched the sample. Nicolai then said to the gathered, “its not a perfect match, but close enough for the data base to throw it up as a possible, it looks like he’s related to a New Navy Titan.”
Jane got up and looked at the screen upside down and said, “It’s a 70% match, I wonder what the other 30% is from?”
“Hang on,” said Paul Snr., “Doctor can we remove the files concerning Steven from you, other than the ones you need to treat him.”
“Yeah, no worries. Can I ask that you keep me up to speed on what you find and if it may effect how we treat him?” Doctor Hill asked.
“Yes we will,” said Jane.
Nicolai then logged off and took the paper copy and said, “Good day to you doctor.”
“Yes and good luck in your search,” Doctor Hill replied as Nicolai, Jane and Paul Snr. left his office and walked back to the main club.
* * * * * *
Frodar — 8th Ebinar
Clare and Abbey had both woken, Clare looked at her PDA and saw is read, 08:15BN, and said to Abbey, “Fight night tonight hun.”
“That should be interesting, us two, the Vixens, Paul, and Richard,” replied Abbey and lent over and retrieved the joint she had been started last night before she and Clare had gone to bed. As the girls lent for the two joints, Arrick and Gribbloath both woke and sat up and smiled at the partners.
After close on another hour of fun in bed after Abbey had finished her joint, the pair got out of bed and as had become their morning ritual they ran through the calanethics routines Abbey had devised for the pair. “I’ll say this, your getting better hun.” Sat on the end of the bed was Gribbloath and Arrick who smiled as the pair completed the work out.
“I’m beginning to feel the effects now, the movement arcs I’m gaining are impressive,” Clare replied as the pair got dressed.
“You know what hun, today’s training session as both of us now have the same tattoos, you what to see how we match up against Jum and Wong?” Abbey asked
“Yeah why not, lets see how good we have got over the last couple of weeks. The last pairs combat even though it was a draw, you know Nibs and Jum both said we would have beaten them if we had been the same as them,” Clare replied.
“Yeah I know,” Abbey said, as the four partners left the apartment and headed for the canteen and breakfast.
When they had arrived in the canteen they saw Rose, Sym and Anna, sat eating breakfast. Wood Sterne was sat on the table reading Anna’s PDU, also sat with the three was Charrbrr, Deedban, Blackie and Pixie. Walking out of the end of the food run was Paul and Claire closely followed by Nibs, Sandra and Daraus.
The pair then heard Gareath’s voice behind then calling, “Clare, Abbey, hang on,” and when he had caught up, he said, “God you two move fast, I saw you descending the ramp from the second to the first floor.”
“Sorry we didn’t hear you call until just then,” Abbey said.
“That’s because I didn’t until now,” Gareath replied.
The group gathered a full breakfast and headed to where the rest of the guys where sitting and joined them.
When they had sat down, Nibs said, “You know this evening is an Up and Coming Fight Night?”
“Yeah,” everyone said.
“Jaboc has left the specifics of the program in my hands, and I was thinking, Clare, Abbey, Claire and Hell Bright up first, for the open challenge section, winner stays on, if the punter wins, then they face, either Abs, Tina, Paul or Ren. If anyone needs a break then rotate Paul, Ren and the twins in. Then at about 10:30AN me, Sandra, Jum and Wong go head to head normal rules apply get hit you leave the circle. Then Richard and Kev have said they will be up for a fight, and after them, a seven way partner fight. Following that Jane and Sarah have said they will go head to head and to close the evening, me, Jum and Wong weapons fight at about quarter full speed,” Nibs said, “the evening program is open to change if people want to step up and give a display.”
Trixxie, Duggie and the young ones all walked in laughing at something one of them had said, they got themselves some breakfast and walked over to the table where Duggie asked, “Are the seats taken?”
“No Duggie, we were just talking about this evening’s fight night program,” Nibs said.
“Sounds like its going to be a good evening, who’s actually coming to the party cause ain’t that also happening tonight?” asked Anna.
“From what I’ve been told, the entire festie crew and young ones are coming, Jaboc has said they can use the guest rooms on the ground floor to stay in until Sumdar when everyone goes to command for the wedding ceremony, Dark Mists, Tybias’ raiders, and which ever Gangrels want to come, from what I’ve heard a few members from SD unit nine are planning on coming, and I think Hinnita and James are also coming with a few members of the Drum circle as well and even though I’ve not organised it with them, I hope they will play during the fights,” Nibs said, “you all know about the sparring session in a few hours in the Gym?”
“Yeah,” they all said.
Anna then asked, “Would it be alright if I brought Steven along to it, he knows about the conspiracy as he heard a few of us talking about the Magickal training toys and he also got teleported to the tattoo parlour as well.”
“I don’t see why not,” said Nibs, “I popped in to see him yesterday evening and he seemed to be doing pretty well.”
“I’m wondering how the others are doing,” said Anna.
“Ok, I was thinking about calling in and seeing them later today and seeing if they wanted anything to make their stay’s better, as I’m I right in saying that they are likely to be here for quite a while Anna?” Sandra asked.
“No need hun, I asked the nurses to ask the Doctor treating them to contact me, as I think if they are up for it letting them enjoy the party,” said Nibs.
“I think so,” Anna replied.
“Yes and before I forget and Gangrels who are not involved directly in the Fight night, Jaboc has asked that you become hidden security for the evening, which means be a presence on the ground and make sure the punters are having a good time and keep your eyes open for trouble or conflicts, so they can be dealt with before they get out of hand,” Nibs said.
As the table broke up after breakfast had been finished and the dirties had been cleaned away. Trixxie, Sym, Rose, Claire, Paul, Duggie, the young ones and fairy companions headed for the apartments at the front of the club grounds via the sub-surface road.
All the young ones looked incredibly happy as the group walked down the road, and as they were passed by an electric vehicle coming from the club, Brain called, “Good morning Duggie and people.”
Duggie and the young ones called out at the disappearing vehicle, “Good morning Brain.”
Duggie then said, “I may join the sparring session, it’s been a long while since I went head to head with a target other than the times when I’ve had to because they wanted to hurt me or people I call friends.”
* * * * * *
When the group arrived at the apartment parking area, everyone walked up the ramp and found the crew had started to paint the living room and was also continue to paint the small bedroom.
Brain walked out and said, “What colour do you want the living room and what do you want done with the doors?”
“Living room light blue ceiling, and greenie white on the walls, bathroom leave it as is, doors, leave as is,” Duggie replied.
The group left the painters to the painting and walked outside and saw a delivery van from Telean Landscapes and Buildings had pulled up and were offloading garden chairs and a few tables along with some flower pots and other garden items. The group walked over towards where the garden chairs and tables had been placed and sat down.
Duggie asked Claire, “Any idea when the sparring session is planned to start?”
“Probably around 12:00BN,” replied Paul. “we’ll head back to the Club at about 11:00ish to get ready as we all wear Black Light for the session, as it saves on injuries.”
“What time did dad finish with you last night Trixxie?” asked Claire.
“About 10:30AN, and that was after a good hour of both the Hammers and Marauders running through some basic Karies with Duggie, most of it was us discussing various aspects of magic and Duggie showing me some of the things he can do, and they are impressive to say the least,” Trixxie replied.
“Yeah you made up your mind on what area you want to specialise in Trixxie?” Duggie said.
“I think to start, just general magic, and I may specialise at some point later,” Trixxie replied, “it’s a lot to take in.”
“How about you Sym?” Duggie asked.
“I think the same, but from what Sharra was talking about yesterday evening, I think I may want to head into defensive magick and similar, as the firepower we carry makes offensive magick not exactly useful,” Sym replied, “How about you, what area are you heading towards?”
“Personal support magick with limited offensive and some defensive works as well,” Claire replied, “Hell bright is specialising in offensive magick that I do know.”
After a couple of hours of chatting about various subjects Paul said, “I think we should head back to get ready for the session.”
When the group arrived in the armoury, all the fairy companions headed for the railing around the ramp to sub-basement two’s changing area, they found all the Vixens, Hunters, seven members of the Marauders, eight members of the Hammers were all getting ready for the sparring session. It looked like all the conspiracy adult members were also present laughing and joking with people, even Tony and Dominic were changing, the only member not present was Anna.
Anna along with Wood-Sterne walked in about ten minutes later pushing Steven in his wheel chair, the glucose drip hung from the pole located on the back of the wheel chair and said, “I think I had better get ready myself.”
Steven looked around the armoury and he saw 44 people in various states of readiness, and no one seemed to care that the females were undressing with the males. Lent against some rails that surrounded the sides and back of a ramp that led to Sub Basement level 2 was Paul and Duggie chatting to a couple of adults, in Duggie’s arms was a small lad, Steven estimated to be no older than 3 maybe 4 and sat on the floor was a couple more young people both female.
Paul looked over and saw Steven and said to Duggie, “Shall we make out way with Steven, to the Gym, as he looks kind of shocked?”
“Yeah, lets head for the gym before he has a heart attack,” replied Duggie and along with Paul and the three young ones headed towards Steven.
Paul said to Steven when the five had arrived, “You ready to begin learning what it means to be in the know about the things we told you yesterday, plus I want to ask you a few questions that should hopefully clear up a few things about your past and I’ll explain some of the results discovered about you?”
“Yes, I think so. I never realised there were going to be so many people involved in the session,” replied Steven.
“Yeah I know, fifteen members of the Hammers and Marauders are also going to be involved in the session as Duggie thought it would be a good education for them to watch some experienced fighters practice, plus it will also give us, both a chance to see what level of training the units have. Me and Duggie have decided two of us should teach the Hunters, Hammers and Marauders rather then me teach The Hunters the arts of the black and Duggie teach the Hammers and Marauders the arts of the Samutai,” said Paul. Just then all the eighteen fairy and Pixie companions joined the Duggie and Paul up and walked and flew with them.
“And my three are here because I have no one available to look after them and I want them to learn and watch as I will also be teaching them at some point in the future,” said Duggie, “let me introduce Damien my youngest, Beatrice the middle one of the three, and Hemma the oldest, Claire and Bill will be along in a bit when they are ready,” said Duggie.
“Ok,” said Steven and thought, ‘I wonder what he means by I’ll explain what the results we discovered.’
Anna looked over and saw Paul pushing Steven and smiled, she called after the group as they started to walk towards the Gym, “Thanks Paul Snr.”
“No worries,” called Paul Snr. back.
As the group walked out of the armoury and across the Garage Paul asked Steven, “How much do you know about your past?”
“Not much. I never knew my mum. I’ve been living with dad since my earliest memories,” replied Steven.
“The next question may seen a bit personal but I’ll explain the results and what me, Jane and Nicolai think happened in your past. Do you know who your mum was and how much do you know about your dad’s past?”
“Not much at all, dad never talked about mum or his past,” replied Steven, “Can I ask what was going on back there?”
“When we spar and practice, everyone wears black light armour to protect against injuries. Me and Duggie relay on our natural toughness and the sheer fact we also posses magickal tattoos that produce a Magickal armour,” replied Paul Snr.
“You said you would tell me the results of the tests?” asked Steven.
“Yes I did, as standard the medical staff do a complete work up, which includes a complete DNA run down, from the work up it looks like your dad or mum was from an alternative Darra Von, and it is possible, and we are still checking the other half may have been a Elf. We didn’t know that until the consultant told me, Jane and Nicolai yesterday,” Paul Snr. replied.
“Bloody hell,” said Steven, “Do you know what race the other was?”
“The work up shows 70% of your genetic structure is that of a Sea Titan, which on the alternative Darra Von were super human, but for some unknown reason the abilities of the Sea Titan don’t kick in until around late teens, early twenties generally at the end of puberty,” replied Paul Snr., “so it looks like you are conspiracy after all, whether you like it or not,” said Paul Snr.
“How come the conspiracy has this information about the genetics,” asked Duggie.
“When ever we meet a new race or sub race, we do our best to gain a sample of genetic material from them and it gets added to the database after it has been sequenced by the scientists in Echo Tech City, it makes sure that if any one comes to us for medical treatment we can provide the best possible treatments with out prying into their past, as we understand that some like to remain anonymous to all, including us, we just like to know where they are so we can let the specialist forces know, so that they don’t go and hassle them, and it also allows us to know what specialist resources may become available if the shit hits the fan,” said Paul Snr.
As the six friends approached the door leading to the Gym Duggie asked Paul, “I take it, it don’t matter who fights who?”
“No it don’t,” replied Paul Snr. “I know the Gym has Six practice rings and a large mat area for training.”
“The first time Gareath watched a full practice session, he was seriously scared, as he saw Nibs, Jum, Sandra and Tina fight at full speed, which for those four is twenty moves a second, both Tina and Sandra got hit and as the rules say, you get hit you leave the circle, when they had, Jum and Nibs both went to weapons and kicked it up a level, I think Gareath said, ‘what are they trying to do, kill each other.’ Which is was pretty close to what was being shown,” said Paul Snr..
”You said the kicked it up a level, how fast where they going then?” asked Steven.
“Forty to fifty moves a second. Wong is also capable of similar speed, and a few of us think that within the next few months, Sandra, Tina and Abs will also be going at similar speeds,” replied Paul Snr..
“Bloody hell, your kidding?” stated Duggie somewhat shocked.
“No we ain’t,” replied Paul as the group approached the gym door, “I may challenge Nibs to go at full speed today as I’m not sure about something, I’m wondering if the speed varies depending on who they are fighting.”
Duggie opened the door to the Gym and everyone entered, after they had, he asked, “In what way variable?”
“I mean can Nibs go at full speed against me or is maximum speed only available when facing another Adept variable,” Paul Snr. replied.
“Do you think its wise, do you think you can handle the damage Nibs could cause you,” Duggie said, “I know Undead Slayers who could handle them selves against intelligences, but facing some thing that could hit you forty or fifty times in a second, you sure you can withstand that type of damage.”
“Yeah, I have 47 Magical tattoos on me and combined with the fact I activate both the armour and invulnerability tattoos jumps my ability to withstand damage massively,” Paul Snr. replied.
When the group entered the gym they saw it had been laid out with six 15metre across octagons, a large 40metre octagon and a large mat area at the eastern end of the Gym also fixed to the wall was a Garbit hoop and court was painted into the floor, the western end was a lot of fitness and strength machines, the eastern wall also had a seating area that extended from the wall, the group headed for the seating area when Damien, Hemma and Beatrice all sat on the lowest rack and Paul parked Steven next to the seating area and both he and Duggie walked to two separate rings and started to go through their individual warm up katars. All the fairy and pixie companions headed for the rail at the top of the seating rack.
Quite soon the rest of the people from the armoury arrived and walked in and headed towards the seating area.
Jane, Sym and Rose all headed for the mat zone, Nibs, Wong, Jum, Abs and Tina all started to warm up in big 40 metre ring, Sandra, Clare, Abbey and Gareath all went to another ring, Nicolai, and Richard started to warm up Claire, Paul, Hell Bright and Ren went and started to do the same as most of the other fighters warmed up.
Gary walked up to Lara, Dean and Michelle and said, “Last ring shall we?”
“Yeah,” Lara said, and both Dean and Michelle nodded in agreement,
The rest of the people headed for the seating, and sat down, Bill walked to the seats just behind where Hemma, Beatrice and Damien were and sat down. Jane looked over and called, “Bill come here, I want to ask you something.”
Bill replied, “Ok Jane,” and got up and walked towards her.
When he had arrived, Jane asked, “How much street fighting have you actually done, as this is your first time of actually practicing with us, ain’t it.”
When Paul Snr. had finished he walked over to where Duggie was practicing and asked, “Black Karzzar against Samutai?”
“Done,” replied Duggie, “Let’s dance Paul,” and they both activated their Knight in armour tattoos.
All of the Marauders and Hammers had taken up the front couple of seating runs started to watch the fight between Paul Snr and Duggie closely as they knew they would be learning these fighting arts from early next week.
Paul Snr. span his right heel around in a fast spin with enough power behind it to break if not remove a normal human’s head, Duggie blocked the attack with his left forearm and then launched a back hand fist attack against Paul Snr. head an which Paul Snr ducked under as he brought his leg back and then he executed a low spin kick to remove Duggie’s knees. Duggie blocked the attack with his calf and then hopped back on the leg that had just blocked and went to snap kick Paul Snr.’s supporting leg but Paul had already transferred his weight back to his other leg and went to kick Duggie in the gut area.
Duggie said as he used both his hands to catch the kick, “Mistake Paul,” and he then whipped his left leg up in a spin move and caught Paul around the back of the head as he span down the caught leg, this sent Paul Snr. sprawling across the ring.
When Paul Snr. stopped he said, “Nice counter, never saw it.”
Most of the Hammers and Marauders clapped at the move, but then Paul Snr. flew at Duggie targeting Duggie’s legs, but stopped short and went into a forward roll and brought both his fists into a dual strike against Duggie’s gut which forced him to double up and also back which forced him to land on Paul Snr.’s back which Paul Snr. twisted to a standing position. He then went to axe kick Duggie, by the time Paul Snr. had stood Duggie was already half way through getting back to his feet and as he was flicking himself to the standing position Duggie executed a bridge onto both his hands and brought his legs and tops of his feet in to strike at Paul Snr.’s head, as the spin move was executed he pivoted to his left arm and was back standing and brought his right shin around in a spin kick which Paul Snr. blocked.
Standing around the ring was everyone else looking at the display of power and skill in awe, Jane had stopped her class and had the three young ones watching, Bill stood there with his mouth open as he watch his dad, fight effectively at full power against an Paul Snr.. Hemma, and Beatrice had covered their eyes as Paul Snr. launched kick after kick, punch after punch at their dad, most normal humans would have been badly injured after the first kick, even if they had been able to block it, Damien just looked on and cheered as dad blocked the attacks and as Paul Snr. was sent flying, and booed Paul Snr. as he sent dad onto the mat. After a good half an hour of going at each other, the pair separated and both bowed deeply to each other and then embraced like friends. The audience stood and sat clapped and both the Hammers and Marauders cheered the display of fighting skill.
Duggie turned to the two units and said, “That ladies and gentlemen is what the two of us will be teaching you, the Black Karzzar as displayed by Paul Snr. is very much a defensive fighting art, the Samutai as that is the way I fight, is an offensive methodology.”
“I think the two of us are going to take a break for a while, and say Trixxie, David this ring, fight until the first one lands an effective blow,” said Paul Snr., “and don’t think your going to get away with it either, Clare, Abbey, Gareath.”
When Nibs had finished she walked over to where Duggie and Paul Snr. were sat and sat beside them and asked, “Would you two be up for a display at tonight’s fight night, lets just say that was incredible to watch.”
“Thank you Nibs,” replied Duggie, “I’m up for it if you are Paul Snr..”
“Yeah why not,” replied Paul Snr., “It would be a good time to display the lost arts of the Karzzar and the Samutai. Nibs at some point, I want to fight you, but the difference being I want you to push yourself to maximum as I want to see if a theory I have is right.”
“What’s the theory your testing?” asked Nibs.
“Weather its just when you are fight others of your kind that you go at the speeds you do or can you fight say me at the same speed,” replied Paul Snr..
“If that theory is right, you know I could kill you,” said Nibs.
“I’m not sure if you could, but I have the necessary tattoo to resurrect my self,” replied Paul Snr..
“And to put it bluntly so do I,” said Duggie.
After a couple of minutes Trixxie swept David’s legs out from under him and Duggie said, “Stop, you two,” and turned to Paul Snr. and said, “Your choice Paul Snr.”
“Thanks,” replied Paul and randomly picked two members from behind where the pair were sitting, Duggie was also watching how Bill was handling Rose and Sym.
Duggie said to Paul, “Back in a bit, I think I’ll give Jane a break and let her have a spar or rest.”
“No problem Duggie,” replied Paul and turned to where Clare, Abbey and Gareath were sitting, and said, “you three are next.”
In the ring Andrew from the Hammers was fighting Adam from the Marauders. Andrew executed a hip throw and locked out the arm as Adam hit the mat, “enough you two.”
As the pair left the ring and returned to the seating just behind where the three young ones were sitting, Clare, Abbey and Gareath got up and walked towards the ring, Paul said, “You two go easy on Gareath.”
“Ok,” said both Abbey and Clare.
* * * * * *
Anna, Dominic and Tony were all sat at the end nearest where Steven was sitting, Steven lent over and said to Anna, “I’m impressed with the level of skill and commitment to them selves, I wish I had realised that when we first met, I would have asked to join you guys then rather than now.”
“What you planning on joining us then as a Gangrel?” asked Anna.
“Yeah, it looks like I may be what Paul called a Sea Titan, I have no idea what one is or anything about it, but you’ve made me feel welcomed, I was a stranger to you a few weeks ago and you protected me back then and you saved me again a few days ago and I think I would feel lost with you being a round,” said Steven.
“Thank you,” replied a blushing Anna and lent over and gave Steven a kiss on the cheek.
Tony saw the kiss and smiled at the fact his hard nosed sister had just found someone it looked like she liked.
“We may be loosing our spotter,” whispered Dominic in Tony’s ear.
“Yeah, but I don’t care,” whispered Tony back, “I’m more happy that she’s happy, I always thought she would be a hard nosed bitch all her life.”
“Hey, I heard that,” said Anna.
“So,” replied Tony, “It’s the truth, every since we joined the Gangrels you have been one.”
Gary, Lara, Dean and Michelle left the ring they had been using and Anna got up, stepped down and grabbed Tony’s arm and dragged him to the ring, turned to face him and monkey flipped him onto his back and the flicked herself back to her feet. Tony rolled on to his front and brought his left leg up under him which would allow him the chance to move if Anna attacked which she sometimes did.
Paul looked over at Dominic who shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, “Brother and sister tiff.”
Paul opened his mouth to say something when Anna just span and whipped her trailing leg out which brought Tony’s arm up to block the attack. Tony span towards Anna and using his shin removed her legs from under her which caused her to fall back onto her back.
Steven said to Dominic, “Is that over me?”
“No Steven, Anna over heard me and Tony talking about her being a hard nosed bitch, she took it a bit personal,” Dominic replied.
“Thank god for that,” Steven said, “I would hate for the two to fall out over me.”
“Nuts, Steven Tony is incredibly happy for Anna and you, if it works out, which to be honest I hope so too, but she always knows that both of us will always be there for her,” Dominic replied.
Paul then said, “Dominic ring.”
“Ok Paul,” Dominic replied and got up and headed for the ring, where Harry was waiting for him, Harry was large, he did carry an ISW when the Hammers went into a combat.
Dominic smiled to himself as he saw the one weak spot in Harry’s defences. As Dominic entered the ring the pair bowed and as Harry returned to the vertical, Dominic waited and as Harry throw the first punch, which Dominic dodged and then went for an upper palm strike and stopped it a couple of inches from Harry’s nose, Paul just said, “Stop, Dominic you win.”
Harry said, “Oops.”
“Size does have it’s advantages Harry,” Dominic replied.
“Yes I can see that,” Harry replied, and the pair returned to the seats. Where Harry said to Trixxie, “I never saw it, and that’s a first.”
“There is a first time for everything Harry,” replied Adam and Dean.
When Dominic had returned to his seat Paul moved so he was sat just behind and said, “Can I take it you don’t like close combat?”
Dominic smiled and replied, “Bingo, I hate close combat a week before Sarah asked me if want to work for Gothage full time, one of the bullies in school took offence at something I said and took a swing at me, he was six foot seven and built like a brick out house, I dodge left, grabbed his wrist and rammed the palm of my hand into his elbow joint and broke it. Three days later I was expelled and went to work for Gothage full time four days later. No I don’t like street fighting, its one of the reasons why I am a sniper, I like to drop a person from a distance rather than close up, but the three of us work well in both long range sniper work and close support operations, one of the reasons why the M56 sniper rifle I used was modified for full auto and had a custom built 50 round magazine, so when I was working in close support I knew they would be dead before they got close, now with the 240, its 90% confirmed that if I hit them they ain’t getting up. I don’t mind sparring with people but I thought it better you see that I go for the fast disabling and death moves rather than stand toe to toe with an opponent.”
Then Tony and Anna walked back umbridge sorted with Anna getting the word she was looking for out of Tony
* * * * * *
Over on the training mat when Duggie had walked over he saw Rose was practicing with a long thin staff, Bill was using a short Karrack blade and Sym was working with a pair of hook blades. Duggie walked up to Jane and said, “You want to take a break for a bit?”
“No Duggie, but thanks for the offer, I wouldn’t mind someone watching Rose, with the practice dual headed sword staff, as this is the first time I’ve worked with some using it. I have to admit she is good I’ve not seen her drop it or stop the spin once in ten minutes,” Jane replied.
“I’ve had a little experience with one and quite a bit of experience fighting one, as one of my students used it as their preferred weapon,” Duggie replied, and walked to where the weapon rack was and took a half staff and walked to where Rose was practicing and said, “A bit of a play fight Rose?”
“Ok Duggie,” replied Rose, the two spent a good fifteen minutes practicing and learning the weapon. When the pair had finished Duggie asked, “What have you learnt?”
“I like this weapon, I can see it would be lethal in an experts hands,” Rose replied.
“True it is,” Duggie said, and as both Bill and Sym passed heading for the seating area said, “go and take a break.” Duggie then walked to where Jane was standing watching the others spar and asked, “How’s Bill doing?”
“Not to bad for his first session with me and I think street fighting generally,” replied Jane.
* * * * * *
Earlier when Clare, Abbey and Gareath had walked into one of the rings, Nibs had got up and walked to the ring side and knelt down to watch Gareath more closely and had been joined by Richard who asked Nibs, “What you looking for?”
“Just to see how Gareath can improve his basic techniques,” replied Nibs, “I think he has a basic understanding of street fighting but no experience.”
“Ok, so what you looking at doing is a general critique?” Richard asked.
“Yeah,” replied Nibs and then said to Clare and Abbey, “You two don’t gang up on Gareath, or I get involved.”
Abbey replied, “Yeah and that’s not a good idea.”
After about ten minutes, Nibs looked over at Paul Snr. who nodded at Nibs, unspoken question of pull Gareath, Nibs then called to Gareath, “Come here and sit out the rest of the fight.”
Gareath backed around the ring always looking, watching, the two other fighters, and caught one thrust kick from Clare and sent her flying as he heaved her over in push up maneurver. When he had reached where Nibs and Richard were both knelt, Nibs said, “Your beginning to show an improvement only a couple of times did you take you attention off the other, but I think even you realised when you had.”
“Yeah, I normally got hit when I did,” Gareath replied.
“I think the next sparring session, you, me,” and Nibs looked at Richard who nodded, “and Richard have a training session.”
“You and me fighting, and I’ll fight open handed and hit light, whilst Richard watches and corrects the basic mistakes in your style,” Nibs said.
“Bollocks Nibs, your just as good as me, I think we both correct the mistakes rather than just me,” Richard said.
Then Claire, Ren, Paul Jnr. and Hell Bright finished using the far corner ring, Nibs looked at Paul and pointed at him and them and herself and then at the ring. Paul Snr. nodded and got up and headed towards the ring.
“Back in a bit, me and Paul are about to test a theory Paul Snr. has about aspects of my fighting skills and ability,” Nibs said, then Nibs got up and walked around the ring, he tapped Sandra on the shoulder, and Wong on the shoulders and said, “Can I ask you to join me and Paul Snr in testing a theory about our adept abilities?”
“Yeah no worries hun,” replied Sandra.
“Ok, what’s the theory we’re testing?” asked Wong.
“A question surrounding speed, is our full speed available at all times or is it only available when we face each other,” Nibs replied, “I would say we matched and slightly surpassed the sec com agents when we fought a week ago.”
“True we did,” Wong replied.
“Paul Snr. I’ve asked Sandra and Wong to join us, to see if the theory is correct, Sandra ain’t as fast as me or Wong, and Wong matches my speed, so I propose that you and me to start, I push my self then fighting you then after a couple of minutes you drop out and Sandra comes in and we’ll see if my speed matches her speed or if I can push my self beyond her speed then Wong steps in and we see if I can match her speed then you come back again, and see what happens when that happens,” Nibs suggested.
“Now that’s an idea,” replied Paul, “and it would definetly test the theory with other fighters we all know to be faster than me. I’ve asked Ithian to cast a haste spell on me as well, which should improve my speed and that way we can test if you can sense when other things are in play.”
“Then I suggest we begin,” said Nibs.
After a couple of minutes Paul Snr. said, “you pushing yourself Nibs?”
“Yeah I am Paul Snr,” Nibs replied.
As Paul Snr passed Sandra she span kicked at Nibs head and then went to her maximum speed, which almost instantly Nibs matched her speed and again slightly surpassed her speed blocking all the attacks Sandra threw and launching a few light attacks in addition to blocking all the attacks Sandra threw. Then again after a couple of minutes Wong entered and again Nibs matched her speed, but this time Nibs was unable to go faster as each time she tried Wong matched her speed.
Then the final test of the theory was launched Paul re-entered the combat along side Wong and both Nibs and Wong’s speed massively down graded to match and go a bit faster than Paul Snr., then suddenly as Paul passed where Ithian was standing Paul’s speed doubled, this time it took a couple of seconds before Nibs and Wong’s speed matched Paul Snr’s.
Outside the ring, after Ithian had cast haste, Richard suggested, “Lets test something, it took Nibs and Wong a couple of seconds to match Paul Snr’s speed, lets see if it takes you the same time Sandra.”
“Ok,” replied Sandra, and she re-entered the ring except her speed automatically matched everyone else’s.
When the fight finished, the group headed for the seats where Paul Snr. said, “Can I ask, did you push yourself Nibs?”
“Yes I did, each time it looked as if I was slightly faster then my opponent, until I faced Wong, at that point we were matched move for move,” Nibs replied.
“I noticed that when Ithian cast the haste spell on you Paul it took both Nibs and Wong a few seconds to match your speed increase, but then I got Sandra to re-enter and she matched each person, I think its going to take a few more sessions, of effectively mixing the fighters, as it would have been nice to see if both me and Wong had left, would Sandra down grade to Paul’s original speed or would she have kept going at the same speed,” Richard suggested.
Ithian who had also walked over then said, “I wonder what happens when haste is removed from the fighters, do you guy’s down grade or what?”
“I’ll say this, your adept abilities are very unique in the way they have manifested themselves and the control you lot have over them,” said Paul, “I think a current second year student is looking at the way genetic structures are altered and modified by virus, inter-breeding between different races. I’m not the one to ask, but I think either this student or him plus another did a lot of work on what causes the Adept transformations, to my knowledge the work has not been published yet, from the prelim work he’s done, at least five major medical companies are interested in seeing his primary results and they have offered to fund a full PHd thesis into the work.”
“Nice,” said Sandra.
“It should be when it’s published,” said Paul.
When the group sat down Gary turned to Lara and said, “you and me?”
“Yeah, it will be good to find out how good you are,” replied Lara.
Both of them got up and walked to the ring Nibs, Paul, Sandra and Wong had vacated, Blackie and Pixie flew over from the railings above where Hemma, Beatrice and Damien were sitting.
Blackie said, “The fight looked like fun?”
“Bar the fact I’m slightly aching, it was a good fight, it should be interesting to continue and analyse the results from the experiments,” replied Nibs.
As the group walked back Claire got up from where she was sitting and walked towards Sandra and tapped her on the shoulder and said, “When the next ring frees up you and me with weapons?”
“Yeah, ok,” replied Sandra, who sat down with Claire, Pixie landed on Sandra’s shoulder and thought to her, ‘That last fight look hard.’
‘It was and it wasn’t,’ replied Sandra.
Claire whispered in Sandra’s ear, “As the young one’s know, would you gift them for me at some point along with Trixxie and I think Steven.”
“Yeah, no problem,” replied Sandra, “Mind you if your three are at the party, I know for a fact that at least Willoo and Katterina will also be there.”
“That will please my three,” responded Claire.
Nicole and Jaboc stopped sparring after spending a good thirty minutes fighting each other. Claire tapped Sandra on the shoulder and pointed to the empty ring. Sandra nodded yes and the pair got up, Sandra headed for the weapons rack to collect her three quarter length staff, and Claire who walked with her, tapped the Knight in armour tattoo and when the pair reached the rack she also tapped the Karrack blade one and when she went to pick one up, and in her hands appeared the long Karrack blade. The pair then turned towards the ring. When the pair headed it they both faced each other and bowed, when they had returned to the vertical base Sandra readied her staff and Claire readied her Karrack blade.
* * * * * *
Over on the seating Jay saw Claire tapped her right breast and also saw a shimmer appear over the top of Claire Black Light Armour. Jay then shook her head to clear what she had seen, when she looked back it was still there, she thought to herself, ‘Something is wrong,’ a couple of seconds later she saw Claire touch the opposite breast and she could have sworn that the blade Claire was then carrying had not been there and she had definetly not picked one up from the rack. Jay leant over and said to Trixxie and Gary, “Did you see Claire pick up a weapon and do you see the shimmer that is covering her armour?”
“No,” replied Gary, he could see it but now was not the time for telling people.
Gary then nudged Trixxie who smiled and she also said, “Sorry mate, I didn’t.”
“Arh ok, must be me then,” responded Jay.
* * * * * *
Wong overheard Jay’s comments and whispered to Paul, “Jay may have picked up on a couple of things about Claire.”
“Thanks Wong,” replied Paul, and continued to watch Claire and Sandra.
* * * * * *
Claire thrust her Karrack blade directly at Sandra’s head which caused Sandra to duck and swing her staff at her knee area. Claire lifted her leg and blocked to swing and then swing her blade and caught the staff and took it up and over in a circular movement over her head and forced it to hit the floor and Claire held it there and then snapped kicked Sandra in the hip area, the follow up attack forced Sandra to dodge right which also freed her trapped staff.
Sandra then said, “Nice combo.”
“Thanks,” responded Claire.
“I’ll say this, you are getting better, I would say give you a couple more months and you be as good as most of us were before we knew we were Adepts,” Sandra said.
Claire then executed a swing attack against Sandra’s left shoulder which Sandra blocked with the centre of the staff but Sandra’s counter attack totally surprised Claire and also Paul, Sandra brought the lower end of the staff up and hit Claire in the groin, the impact forced Claire to leave the ground, Sandra them quickly removed the staff Claire crashed down onto the matting face down, Claire hands went to break the fall which they did. Claire then went to roll forward and when she had almost finished the roll she went to swipe Sandra across the gut area. This attack surprised Sandra and the armour went from the molten state to solid and deflected the swing.
“That was good,” said Sandra.
Claire just looked evilly at her and said, “Got you.”
“You did at that,” responded Sandra.
The pair then spend twenty minutes weapons sparring. Charrbrr and Pixie both sat on the railings surrounding the seating area watching the fight and was joined by Blackie and Deedban who said, “Claire is getting better.”
“Very much so,” said Pixie.
* * * * * *
About 05:00 Nibs and Richard both called a halt to the session and Nibs said, “Lets head back and put some other clothes over the top of the armour and get some food before the party starts.”
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Join the Hunters, Marauders and Hammers as they enjoy the Wedding weekend.
Frodar evening 08:00
Clare, Abbey and Paul were all stood on the first floor left level of Club Millana the first night the Club had been open for paying punters since the Wacker War had closed the doors and changed the club into the command centre.
Surat said, “Hi Paul, surprised to see here. When I saw your name on the ops board I thought it was another Paul?”
“Hell no,” Paul replied, “I’ve been on the front lines for the last few weeks. You saw me after the War Zone.”
“I know, but it didn’t register then who it was,” Surat said, “Who are the two young females?” Surat then asked.
“Yes, sorry, Clare, Abbey, meet Surat Towsend, graduate of the Academy and partner to Bret Gribbs over there,” Paul said, “How long have you had the little one.”
“It’s a couple of weeks old now, it was born on the 26th Auar,” Surat replied.
“Congrats,” responded Clare, “What his name?”
“It’s a her and we’ve called her Freedum,” Sarah replied.
“Oh nice work on the Final Battle, you both looked naturals presenting the live show,” Paul said.
“Thank you, it was fun,” Surat said, “I’ve read some on the comments posted on the Ghost forum boards and they said that it was nice to see the human element, I had Freedum with me the entire show, I was tempted to feed her live as well. I thought better of it.”
“Yeah not a good idea, show the local CHM blokes a bit of tit and they cause a riot,” said Abbey.
Surat laughed as she guessed Abbey meant breast feeding Freedum, “Very true,” Surat then said as Bret walked over and gave his love a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Hi Paul,” Bret said, “Clare and Abbey if I’m not mistaken?”
“Yes,” Clare said, “I’m Clare and this is Abbey.”
“I hear that the bulk of the fighters this evening are from the Vixens?” Bret asked.
“Yeah, Clare and Abbey along with all the Vixens are the main fighters, Me and Duggie are putting on a display as I think Jane and Sarah are as well,” Paul replied.
“Bloody hell, if from what I did see on the unedited feed from the camera’s is even close to the truth, this is going to be one hell of a evening,” Surat said.
“It should be,” replied Abbey.
Gareath, Sym and Rose all walked up from the ground floor and Gareath said, “Hi, tonight is going to be interesting.”
“In a few ways,” replied Sym, “the biggest is me and Rose walking the floor of an open night club.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point,” replied Abbey, “No Sym, your Gangrels now, the rules that applied to the rest of the planet don’t apply in venues like this, all Gangrels get treated with respect by the ghost community, the one’s who may have issues are those who don’t understand the scene.”
“And if anyone does, don’t be surprised if they and any colleagues aren’t physically picked up by the ghost cliental and physically heaved through the doors with the departing words, ‘Come back when you have learnt some manors’,” Bret said, “No the ghost community treats the Gangrels Gang with the up most respect as a lot of Gangrels go on to become very successful in the Ghost world.”
Sym and Rose both headed for the open bar whilst Gareath headed for a seat. Pixie flew over and stood on the table and looked into Gareath’s face. Pixie said after a second, “I would say that is an exhabrasted face, how come?”
“No it ain’t Pixie,” Gareath replied, “It a combination of a happy face and chilled face. Happy because I am with friends who care and a chilled face because I am chilled.”
Sym and Rose both walked back from the bar carrying three glasses of Cabilla and Sym said, “Hi Pixie.”
“Hi Sym, Rose. Looking forward to this evening?” Pixie asked.
“Yes thank you,” Rose replied.
At 08:30AN Clare and Paul walked over and Paul said, “The doors are open,” as the DJ put some disks on.
The inner door opened and the first of the Punters entered and most headed for the open three bars and drinks. Sym looked over and saw, stood at the foot of the stair cases were at least two members of the Marauders and Hammers. A couple of minutes later a couple of ghosts moved to stand close bay after getting a nod of agreement to something they had said.
Surat moved over and said, “May I join you, and I hope you don’t mind Freedum needs feeding?”
“Yeah, no problem,” replied Gareath, “I recognize you now, weren’t you in holding after the war zone?”
“Yeah I was.”
“Hi, oops did I boop as you’re a Gangrel aren’t you?” Sarah replied.
“At the time I wasn’t I joined Clare and Abbey on the Moroth after the War Zone,” Gareath replied, “I was the one to introduce Rose and Sym here to the Gangrels and specifically the Hunters.”
“Then a welcome is in order then,” said Surat as she got her left breast out and Freedum took it and started to feed, Surat then continued, “Like Jane and Sarah, I’m a Gangrel and have been since I was 11, a couple of years after the Original Bitch Vixens joined. I graduated the Academy when I was 23 and have been dating and living with Bret since I was 29.”
“What is the Academy like?” Rose asked, “as someone said that it was highly likely we will be going very soon.”
“Mm. Let have a think, it’s not a question I’ve been asked before as normally the students never know about attending until very close to the start of the Academy year,” Surat replied, “the Academy is like any other college except there you aren’t expected to complete assignments or sit exams, there, all the work you do will be either on your own projects which in most cases push the Technological frontier further or improve our understanding of something be it history or business studies along or you’ll be improving on already available technology, most of it originated from with in the Academy or one of the Echo Tech colleges.”
“If you don’t complete assignments and sit exams, why have we heard that people when they leave have multiple degrees?” Gareath asked and saw the question was intermated by both Rose and Sym.
“How,” replied Surat as she swapped sides and let Freedum feed from the right hand side, “By writing a minimum of 120,000 word dissertations. When I was studying one of my finest pieces of work was on a low level degree on the social ramifications of the ghost community taking land and becoming an Ethical corp. I spent eight months researching it. Nicolai read it and pushed very hard for it to be published in the business journals. We did and it went down a storm, it’s still taken as a valid model to be feared, as the conclusions I came to didn’t look to good for the corporates.”
“Just between us, there is quite a bit of chat about Nicolai, Jane, Paul and Kev,” said Surat, “about why are they here and why are they associating with ghosts.”
“Yeah I know,” said Jane as she came over with a glass of a dark coloured liquid. She then grabbed a chair and sat down asked, “How is the young one, Surat?”
“Doing well.”
“From all the Conspiracy lets say we celebrated the arrival,” said Jane
“I bet,” Surat said, “we are getting her Paygan blessed in a few weeks and I want you to be Shall Bearer Jane,” Surat asked almost pleading with her.
“As long as you can fit it in around the start of the Academy’s year,” Jane said.
“Oh, I forgot that,” said Surat as Bret walked over and gave each other a quick kiss. Surat then finished feeding Freedum and placed him on her shoulder and after a few minutes of gentle patting got the burp she wanted and then went to place her back in the carrier.
“I’ll take her for a while hun,” Bret said and offered to take the blanket carrier.
“Thanks hun,” Surat said and offered Jane Freedum which Jane took and Surat stood up and took off the carrier and gave it to Bret and then sat back down.
Bret then put it on how he liked it on his back, just sitting with Freedum in the small of the back and up towards the right shoulder.
Both Sym and Rose moved to look at Freedum and cooed at her, she reached out towards Sym and went to grab at her with her hands. Sym tapped Jane on the shoulder and offered to take Freedum. Jane then passed Freedum to Sym who just seemed to relax into Sym’s arms and was soon asleep and Sym them took her to Bret and placed her in the carrier.
“Now that’s a first, no one has been able to get her to sleep after feeding other than me and Bret,” Surat said.
“I think we have found the person to come to when we need a baby sitter,” Bret said.
“No, I hope someone starts a young Gangrels in the area, we are sending her there, no option Bret,” stated Surat in a matter of fact tone.
“I weren’t going to say a thing hun, I know the good the Gangrels do, and the people they help. I was planning on offering the units stationed here on the Club some of security operations and prisoner handling experience and knowledge,” responded Bret, “I’m saying we are either home teaching her or she is going to an Echo Tech Academy when she is old enough.”
“I agree with you there,” Surat said, “Mind you I wouldn’t mind teaching Freedum along with any kids the Vixens or any of the new elite members have.”
“That would be am interesting sight,” said Jane, “I have a feeling Nibs and Sandra will try for at least one and I would say the all three would try at least once.”
* * * * * *
In the back area stood Clare and Abbey both looking into each other’s eyes and souls but never saying a word. They both read each other and the repeated the mantra, ‘oneness, closeness, thoughts the same, actions the same, only true twins are capable of combined actions, we are true twins,’ and then repeated it and only stopping when Paul led the group through the door and out to the floor.
Both girls went to their designated rings and went through a series of combat actions and moves. They then both stopped and waited for their first opponent to step forward.
Clare’s first opponent climbed into the ring with the look of confidence on his face. Clare just smiled.
The guy moved first and came in with a left fist aimed at her head. Clare bucked under the punch and rammed her fist into the guy’s stomach. The guy doubled up as the force of the impact registered. Clare backed away as an injured fighter out to win, gets stupid, and this fighter was getting angry that a girl probably eight or nine years his junior was beating him. The guy charged Clare who bucked and moved right, her leading leg moving behind the guys legs and her tailing leg being the trip bar executed a controlled fall and took him down as well. Clare then span on her shoulders and landed in a very low side lunge position. Her face wore and evil smile as the guy got back to his feet his face seething in anger. Clare then said in actions with her right hand and face, ‘bring it on’.
The guy had realised that beating this female would take brains and brawn rather than just brawn.
The guy moved with his hands up in the boxing defensive stance.
Clare knew at that point how to beat him, ‘take his legs out.’ Clare stood up and let her arms and hands hang beside her body and then as he threw his first punch Clare lashed out with a very powerful snap kick aimed right at his legs, at the same time Clare blocked the punch with her left arm and brought her right fist right into the guy’s shocked face as the massive perceived damage caused by the suddenness of the impact and the force behind the kick. The combination of attacks and blocks forced the guy onto the back foot and down onto the floor. As he went over Clare followed hum down and landed her knee into the chest area and flat hand strike aimed at he the guy’s face.
The guy brought his hands up to say, ‘enough, I give in.’
Clare stood up and stepped back three steps and bowed to her opposition, who smiled back and then collapsed into unconciousness. The medical personal were soon on sight and revived him then moved him to a hospital emergency bed and they then disappeared out of the back doors.
* * * * * *
Before the fighters came out, Sym and Rose both stood and Rose said, “It’s time to face our fears and venture to the floor area.”
Both of the girls then moved down to main stairs and moved onto the floors after nodding to the three ghosts that had taken up residence beside the stairs. Two of them nodded back to indicate their had seen and knew that they were Gangrels.
Sym thought, ‘I must ask them why.’ She continued on a tour of the floor area. After a short while they were both on the right hand side second tier, when a young lady wearing jeans and plain black t-shirt said, “Excuse me.”
Both Sym and Rose walked over and Sym said, “Can I help you ma’am?”
“Yes,” came her reply, “Do you know,” and then the fighters ran on to the stage area, “yes the female next to the two Jarrzarians?”
After looking at the line, Rose replied, “Yes ma’am, that’s Nibs the commander of the Bitch Vixens.”
“Right,” replied the lady, “could I ask you pass on a message to her please?”
“Certainly,” Sym replied.
“Could you tell her a friend from Rujuniva is sat here and wants to have a chat with her,” the lady asked.
Rose then said, “No problem ma’am.” They both then turned and headed for the nearest stairs down and then the bar on the first level. Rose asked the bar staff, “Have you got some paper and a pen please?”
“Yeah here you go,” a tall bar man said and handed Rose a piece of paper and a Club Millana pen.
Rose and Sym moved slightly away and Rose wrote, ‘Nibs, someone on the second tier left side want to have a chat, she says she is a friend from Rujuniva’.
They both then moved to the edge of ring and Sym asked Angel, “Angel,” and also tapped her on the legs, Sym continued when Angel looked at her and smiled, “could you pass this to Nibs for us.”
Angel nodded and took the note and tapped Damieel on the shoulder and indicated to pass the message on, which it did.
The pair then heard Amy say, “Rose, Sym. When this person leaves the ring, would you escort her to holding please, she is a known associate of a slaver ring.”
Rose then said in reply, “I’ll let security know about it as well.”
At the same time Sym said, “No problem,” and stood beside the steps up. Rose then disappeared and whispered into one of the adult security personal that she wanted Sam or Sharra.
Sharra who was stood behind Rose said, “How can I be of assistance Rose?”
“The female fighting Amy is a know associate of a slaver ring,” Rose said into Sharra’s ear.
“Right thanks,” Sharra said, and then continued after a couple of seconds, “Sam plus a second will be waiting in the back area for her.”
Rose nodded and returned to the steps and like Sym watched Amy take the female apart surgically. When she came down from the ring rubbing a very painful arm and chest area she happily went with Sym and Rose.
As Sharra had said Sam and another security person were stood on the far side of the doors into the back area. Sam said, “Thanks, Rose, Sym, we’ll take her from here to the medical and then to holding.”
“Ok,” replied Sym and the pair then moved across the club via the back area and re-entered on the first floor tier and were stopped by a young lad dressed in black baggies and a Dark Legion Hystoria gig t-shirt. They had seen earlier in the evening talking to Nibs. He said, “Hi, I’m Adrian you are?”
“Sym and Rose Petrovich,” Sym replied, “can I ask, how do you know Nibs?”
“I know Nibs via a series of events really, starting with the Blue Ridge Music and Arts Festival, Nibs and the Vixens provided security to the festival and when I and a group from a local gang tried to get in, and ran right into the Vixens. I got told to go home, I did and I didn’t. I got into the festival the next day and joined South Defence Unit Nine as a probationer. I actually met Nibs when she and her partner arranged for SD Unit Nine and the Blue Ridge Tactical Response Unit to be security for the three Hystoria gigs Dark Legion did. Since then I went to watch the final football game in the high school the Vixens went to football leagues and then assisted in the War Zone against the Aces, and each time I meet her she still amazes me with her simple attitude and out look on life.”
“Which is? My good gent and young women,” a gent with silver hair tied into a traditional Jarrzarian top knot asked.
“The actions of the people we meet should determine your re-action rather than what is said to have happened in the past,” said Adrian.
“That is a very good outlook and an excellent way of viewing the world and those init. I’m Sensei Hume, the teacher to start a Nibola Nibs Calton down the road that has led her to this point,” Hume replied to the unspoken question of who was he. Then Nibs, Sandra, Tina, Abs, Jum and Wong all took to a large ring in the middle and the punters clapped and cheered as some remembered the last fight night when Nibola Calton had had a impromptu fight with some twat, and if this was anything like the last, boy was it going to be good.
“Nibs left my teachings only a short while after starting, I wonder how she has progressed over the years?” Hume asked himself as he and the three walked to the railing and heard Paul command, ‘Combatants fight’. The fight started and was very quickly a whirling mass of fists, feet, arms, elbows and any other attack method you could think of to try and hit one of the other combatants.
“I’ll say this Nibs is good, I can see elements of the training I gave, but I am also seeing elements from other arts as well,” Hume said.
After a couple of minutes Nibs shin kicked Abs and she rotated through the air.
“That was impressive the forced needed to do that,” Adrian said, “I saw the spar session at the war zone last weekend and I was impressed at the level of training they each have.”
“A lot of it is not just the training, but it is also the adept abilities they have. They sense things and can react in a tenth of the time it would take everyone else,” Hume said.
At this Jum jumped a low kick from Wong and Sandra smashed her knee into his back and the power of the impact sent Jum sprawling across the back of Wong. Jum rolled away and walked around the edge and joined the back of the ring.
“Nice bit of fight coordination there,” Sym said.
“I would agree with you but I know there was no coordination in the attack. This is a simple free-for-all, the only rule is when you get hit you are out,” Hume said, “it’s the method I use when training street fighters. They train by fighting each other, it improves the senses as you have to know where everyone is in relation to you or you are going to get hurt.”
Then Wong’s leg came over in a high arc and Sandra only just dodged the kick. “That’s new,” said Hume, “I’ve never seen Wong do that move before, and both her and Jum are still fighting in the styles I taught them.”
“No, that kick I’ve seen Wong do at the first spar session I took part in,” said Adrian.
“That is a new move since she has left my training last year,” said Hume “The other fighters I do see them all fighting in the same style.”
“That would be because they all learnt the basics of how to street fight during Gangrel Basic training or from those who had completed Gangrel Basic Training,” Sarah said, “Hi Adrian, hi Sym, hi Rose.”
“Hi boss,” replied Adrian.
“I would say, with what I know about the ones getting married, you must by Hume?” Sarah inquired.
“I am madam,” Hume replied.
“Sorry, I’m Sarah, leader of the Gangrels and also Suraban’s Paygan High Priestess.”
“Oh, you’ll be presiding over the ceremony on Sumdar,” Hume asked.
“Yes, I will, and tonight not the next fight but the one following, I’m fighting Jane for the first time in a long while.”
“Oh,” Sym said somewhat startled.
“You two fought at the War Zone spar session, didn’t you?” Adrian asked.
“Yes, we’ve sparred together on hundreds of times, but we have never really fought each other trying to get the advantage and physically win the fight. Ain’t that right Jane,” Sarah said as Jane walked over to watch the end of the six way and the start of Paul’s and Duggie’s fight.
“Yeah, ours will be a fight,” responded Jane, “anyone out?”
“Yeah, Jum and Abs are Jane,” Sym replied.
“Jum, that, I’m surprised at, who forced him out?” Jane asked.
“Sandra, I think,” replied Hume, “he jumped a kick from Wong and Sandra nailed him in the back with a spinning knee strike.”
“Nasty, dodge one and immediately get nailed from behind,” Jane said.
* * * * * *
Clare who was watching from the back line, watched as Abs was hit and rolled left to the edge and then moved around to the back line. Clare whispered in Abbey’s ear, “That attack from Nibs was vicious.”
“I know, I don’t know Nibs well enough to determine what her base style is but I would say she is mixing other styles in as well,” Abbey replied.
“We saw Nibs fight on her birthday and she used a style I’ve not seen before,” said Angel, “Simple effective and very powerful. The kicks and punches thrown were targeted and very direct, it was as if she really didn’t want to be in the ring.”
Jum then caught the knee strike from Sandra and he, like Abs, rolled away from the fight and moved and joined the back line.
James lent forward and tapped Jum on the shoulder and said, “That hit must have hurt.”
“No, the armour is excellent at deflecting strikes, plus it takes a lot to hurt us anyway,” Jum replied.
After a good twenty more minutes of fighting, Nibs commanded, “End,” the fight just simply stopped and broke. Each active combatant took three steps back and all six bowed. They then rejoined the back line. Paul passed the microphone to Nibs as he got ready to face Duggie for the second time.
Paul thought, ‘This will be a good fight.’
Nibs said into the microphone, “Viewers of the last fight, Club Millana now brings you two experienced fighters, masters of their respective fighting arts. Paul Delimetry a master of the fighting arts of the Black Karzzar and Duggie Demitrie a master of the fighting arts of the Samutai warriors.”
Paul stood in the ring opposite Duggie and the pair bowed and then took up their respective defensive stances Duggie moved first and feinted a straight jab to the head, which Paul saw and dodged left, this brought Duggie’s real attack in and it caught Paul completely unawares. Duggie whipped my his right shin and landed it right in Paul’s gut. The power behind the attack almost lifted Paul from the ring. Paul quickly recovered and attempted to land a flat hand strike, which Duggie blocked with his left arm, but this brought Paul’s next attack in which totally surprised Duggie, Paul flipped back onto his back and landed squarely in the guts of Duggie his right foot. Duggie went sprawling, and the crowd gasped at Duggie the rolled onto his front and brought his left leg under his body and readied himself to move and attack.
* * * * * *
“Ho-she-fuck!” exclaimed Abbey as her and Clare watched the fight progress.
“The power and the strength those two have is incredible,” responded Clare.
Then Paul was able to land a jumping spin kick which sent Duggie rotating through air, when Duggie had landed he looked up and saw Paul go to axe kick him, Duggie caught the kick and then sent Paul off balance as Duggie forced Paul on to his back. Simultaneously both combatants flicked themselves back to the standing position, Duggie and whipped the heel of his left leg around Paul blocked and grabbed, then landed a punch to the groin area. Paul then moved in and grabbed Duggie’s head as the last punch has slightly dazed him and landed four good knees to the gut and chest area. After the fourth impact Duggie grabbed Paul’s head dragged it to his and dropped to the kneeling position, the impact of Duggie’s head sent Paul staggering back, the strike also brought Paul’s hand up to check the lower jaw.
The crowd standing around cheered and gasped at the attacks and blocks, counter attacks, and dodges.
After thirty minutes Paul looked at Duggie and mouthed, “Lets end this as a draw.”
Duggie nodded his agreement and the pair lowered their arms and took two steps back and the both bowed to each other.
The crowd cheered the pair as Paul moved towards the back to retrieve the microphone from Nibs and Duggie left the ring and headed for the back area.
Nibs said, “If the people gathered enjoyed that fight then we have many more bouts. It is my pleasure to welcome to the ring this evening after a long absence from the rings of the Street fighters Jane C and Sarah Cutherlate whom haven’t faced each other before this evening.”
Jane and Sarah both walked to the centre of the ring, where they both bowed. When they had returned to the standing position. Jane took up the defensive stance of a fighter trained in Mauya, and Sarah just stood there arms down looking deadly serious.
Paul who was stood beside Clare and Abbey said, “This will be interesting, as Sarah and Jane have fought each other two hundred years ago when they were both on operation trying to crack a drug smuggling ring.”.
* * * * * *
Stood at the foot of the main stairs to the first tier were Dean and David, both of them watching the fight in the ring intently.
David said to Dean, “Bloody hell, Sarah is good.”
“Yeah, so is everyone else, it going to take a while before we become even close to as good as any of the fighters,” Dean replied.
Trixxie and Harry both walked down the stairs and joined Dean and David. Harry said, “Take a break you too.”
“Thanks, Harry, Trixxie,” David said and the pair walked up the stairs and headed for the bar area.
Stood at the bar was Tiamoth who was chatting to John, when Dean walked up and asked for “Two Cabillas thanks.”
“No problem,” the bar girl replied, “I’ll say this the fighters are impressive.”
“I know,” said John, “I would definitely say that they were all trained by experts.”
“Most I think were,” replied Dean, “without knowing what units they all belonged too and if they transferred to their current units most of them were trained in Gangrel Street as a part of basic training.”
“I can tell you,” Tiamoth said, “Jum and Wong definitely where trained by Hume, Nibs started her training alongside Jum and Wong, but I have no idea what happened to her when she left Jarrzar.”
Dean then asked, “What is it like in Jarrzar?”
“Fun and also a complete nightmare at points,” Tiamoth replied.
“I saw you earlier embrace Nibs as if you knew her, how?” David asked after taking a gulp from the glass.
“How do I know Nibs,” Tiamoth replied, “Nibs or as she was know six years ago, Nick, went to the same middle school as me, Riviooth, Jum and Wong. Nibs, Jum and Wong were incredibly close back then and I think that friendship still exists today. One trip we all had to a local sightseeing site one weekend sums the fun we had up best. All of us went with Nibs’ mum and dad, who bought the Basic language tour disk, whilst five of us, disappeared and I know for a fact that Nibs did not speak a word of basic that entire day other than to her mum and dad. The five of us terrorized the site, asking questions, demanding the staff give us answers.”
“If there is one thing I have learnt from the two weeks the Vixens and Misty’s Raiders spent working the festival is that loyalty and caring is very important to them all,” John said, “on at least one occasion Nibs and Sandra were working as stewards come security and they found a couple of young ones had gotten lost from their families. They brought the pair back to the crew area and sent a message around all the stewards and the rest of the security to keep their eyes open for some distraught adults. The adults had just told Tina that they had lost their children and so we were able to make sure the children were handed back to the parents safely.”
“I agree loyalty is important to Nibs especially,” said Tiamoth.
* * * * * *
When Duggie walked back on the second tier Hume handed him a drink and said, “Seeing you out there fighting brought back some memories for me Duggie.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Duggie said, “It’s good to see you though.”
“Yeah and you,” Hume replied, “The children you came in with and Amy, what led you to adopt them?”
“They not adopted Hume,” Duggie replied, “They are mine and my wife’s.”
“Ok, where is this wife it will be nice to meet another Chiang-Ku.”
“She’s never told me she was fellow dragon,” Duggie said, “and she knows who I am.”
“She’s human!” Hume exclaimed.
“Yes, to my knowledge,” Duggie said, “I have no idea either how come I have five lovely children with her, but I do.”
“Where is your wife?” Hume asked.
“Sam, is at this moment a slave in the service to The President of Naban. She was kidnapped by him just over two years ago. Around the time of the anniversary of her disappearance a couple of months ago she contacted Amy and told her she was alright and not to worry,” Duggie replied, “I know the Vixens and a few members of the adults here will be launching a rescue mission, lets just say me and the High Lord stroke president will be having words.”
Hume looked into Duggie’s face and saw the face he had seen 242 years ago when the Yakkza war had just started. “You are very serious about rescuing her then?”
“Deadly.”
Bill walked over from chatting with Adrian and Tony about being Gangrels and said, “Hi dad.”
“Hi Bill,” Duggie replied, “Bill allow me to introduce Hume a friend from 242 or 3 years ago, Hume?”
“243, that’s when I first met you,” Hume replied.
“Yeah it was, it was a back street martial arts tournament in Deebina city.”
Bill sat down and lent back.
“You enjoying yourself young man?” Hume asked.
“Yes, immensely,” replied Bill, “This is the second time I’ve been in a night club when it’s been open, and the people stood out on the floor are just so friendly to us young ones. I’ve seen Sym and Rose both laughing with a couple of the cliental.”
“I know,” said Richard as he grabbed a chair and sat down, “a lot of the people out there count themselves amongst the membership of the Gangrels Bill.” Then Richard turned to Duggie and Hume and said, “Your conspiracy cards gentlemen.
“What!” Hume exclaimed.
“As I said earlier Hume, by you being Alttan you are automatically elite conspiracy, and as I can see you have a good heart, then that confirms it, both Nicolai and Jane agree on the matter.”
Duggie then looked at Hume and said, “Back on the front lines together again.”
“Damn true,” said Hume.
Bill then came forward and said, “Dad, would you tell me some of your stories, your what 5000 years old,”
“Yeah I will, I’ll tell all four of you some, but,” Duggie looks up and see all three of his younger children enjoying them selves with the rest of the young ones, “as you’re here Hume, let’s tell Bill about the Yakkza War, and lets start when we met.”
“Yeah,” replied Hume.
Bill spent the next thirty minutes listening to Hume and Duggie recount their adventures during the six years the Yakkza War happened.
* * * * * *
Back in the main fight circle, Jane and Sarah were still going at it. Clare who was watching intently as she watched Sarah fight, Clare shook her head when she realised, that Gangrel street fighting was basically Sarah fighting style. “Abbey,” said Clare.
“Yeah, what?” Abbey replied.
“You watching Sarah fight.”
“Yeah,” Abbey replied.
“You realised Gangrel Street is her fighting style?” Clare asked.
“Now that you say that, yes it is, but Jane is using a lot more Mauya style moves, but I can see elements of Gangrel street in her moves as well,” Abbey replied.
Clare then watched Jane do a spinning knee strike, which was a move from both styles. Then Jane after that move had completed and Sarah had dodged back, received a very fast back hand strike aimed directly at Jane’s face. Jane blocked the strike and executed and straight back hand strike, a move right out of first week’s combat training manuals. “My god yeah, Jane last attack was a move right out of first weeks street fight training course.”
“I think I now understand Gangrel street, remember on the field trip when we went head to head with that gang. The opposing pretty much held the Gangrels to a draw, only because of our abilities and superior training did we force then from the battle field. Gangrel Street is a base from which to build on.”
“Yeah,” replied Clare, “I can see that now.”
Then Jane lunged at Sarah, who was thrown off balance and ended up on the back foot. Jane then swung her leg threw and brought it back against Sarah’s knee area, this and the sudden momentum change sent Sarah to the floor and as Jane followed Sarah down and landed right on Sarah’s chest and gut area. Jane’s left fist was high strike ready to land in Sarah’s throat area.
When Sarah saw the her position she said, “You win.”
Jane then got up, she then offered Sarah her hand and helped Sarah to stand. The pair then embraced as friends.
Through out the fight, the crowd had been on the edge as first it went one way then the other. The crowd cheered when Jane landed on Sarah and cheered even louder when the pair embraced as friends, they both separated and bowed.
They both then left the ring together and when they appeared on the first floor tier Paul announced, “Ladies and gent, Sarah and Jane,” the crowd cheered again.
Both of them then headed straight to the bar and they both downed a pint of water and then they both had a pint of Cabilla.
Back in the ring Nibs and Richard both entered the ring armed with their preferred weapons, short staves.
Jane and Sarah both moved to a couple of chairs around a free table and sat down.
Surat and Freedum both walked over and said, “God you two that was evil.”
“Thanks,” replied Sarah, “how is the little one.”
“Fine thanks,” responded Surat, “Sarah, would you preside over Freedum’s Paygan Blessing.”
“With pleasure, may I ask , when?”
“A few weeks,” replied Surat, “When Jane can get back to Suraban.”
“Hang on,” said Jane, “Why not hold it at the Academy Ball, both of us are going to be there, as will a good few other people as well.”
“That’s true,” said Sarah, “all of the Vixen and Hunters will be at the ball, along with a lot more of the elite members.”
“And Freedum is one of the new breed, who will be leading the fight in 25 thirty years,” Jane said.
“I know,” said Surat and Freedum shifted position in the blanket, “that’s what scares me. The world Freedum will grow up in will be a war zone, but at the same time it relieves me to know that.”
“In what way Surat?” asked Jane.
“That the fact she will be fighting to change the world.”
Sym and Gareath walked up from the floor and saw the adults chatting and walked towards them and Sym asked, “May we join you?”
“Why yes,” replied Sarah and laughed at it, “Enjoying yourselves?”
“Very much so,” replied Gareath, “I thought one guy was going to start something, but his mates calmed him down when three ghosts just stood up and stared at them.”
“It’s a nice feeling. Being that respected to have adult members suddenly appear to say stop or we will flatten you,” Gareath said.
“I know,” said Sym.
“You know why, don’t you Gareath?” asked Sym.
“No, why?”
“Most of them know what it takes to be a Gangrel as most of them would have at least spent a few years serving with one of the Gangrel mercenary commands or the youth feeder units. Some probably were members of the Gangrel Street Gang,” replied Jane and Sarah nodded in agreement.
“Your kidding,” said Gareath.
“No,” replied Sym, “I had a chat to a group stood by the stairs and all three were members 29 years ago and still count them selves as members and will help and support fellow Gangrels at a moments notice.”
“My god,” said Jane, “You never told me that members keep their memberships when they leave the Gangrels Sarah?”
“No, when you leave you leave, they must just count them selves as ex members but will move to support Gangrels at a moments notice, therefore say they are Gangrels,” Sarah said, “but I wonder how many still count them selves as Gangrels.”
“Hell I still do,” said Surat as Freedum woke up and went to grab Surat.
“Mm,” replied Queen Sarah.
“Yeah, why not then,” Jane said, “why not start an Gangrel associate section, for all ex members.”
“Yeah, that’s roughly what I’ve just thought of,” responded Sarah, “Therefore membership is for life Echo Tech style.”
“Bloody hell, yeah,” said Jane.
* * * * * *
Earlier in the evening Sym had walked to the Ghosts she had said she would approach and ask why of, when she was close enough over the sound of the drums during Sarah’s and Jane fight asked, “May I ask why?”
“Why what my dear?” one in the middle asked.
“Why at the beginning of the evening did you nod when I did and you looked as if you knew we were Gangrels?” Sym asked.
“Why, we were once Gangrels ourselves, I’m Adam, this is the twin brother team of Jake and Jack, and may I ask your name and unit?”
“Sym Petrovich, and I belong to the Gangrel Hunters. May I ask when were you members?”
“I was introduced on my 14th birthday 2039, 29 years ago.”
“A long time ago,” Sym said, “What was it like back then, I’ve had an interested in the people’s history, rather than the history of events?”
“The Reign of the Judicial Enforcement Powers is another name for the years 2030 to 2048 one time in Suraban’s history, being a criminal was not a good idea,” replied Jack, “The city police which was twenty times the number today and that didn’t include the judicial commissars, who could dish out summary justice to anyone they caught breaking one of the thousands of laws designed to protect the citizen.”
“That sounds like a horrible time,” Sym said.”
“It was. It was also a period of very high taxes that crippled everyone except the corporations,” Jake said, “on a few occasions I was almost caught by a wandering Commissars and their retuines. The last occasion I wasn’t caught by her, I was caught instead by a couple of South Cove Foxes, and was made to go with them. It was over the following week of labour, they made me do to pay for the cannabis I had stolen from them, that I learnt what it meant to be a Gangrel. On the sixth day I walked up to my work boss and asked to join.”
“Very similar to Adrian’s Tale,” said Sym.
“I know the tale you are speaking of,” Adam said, “and yes in certain respects it is, but the time picking pockets and begging was the only way of getting enough money to survive. I joined because I was asked if I wanted to by three members of the Foxes, C squad who saw me begging to get enough money to go to the soup kitchen and get a hot meal.”
“How about now?” Sym asked.
“Now, we are Ghosts, advisors to the younger newer Ghosts of the community, we still count ourselves as members and sometimes even now I still visit command, and pass on some of my stories around the surface fire pit or in the main audience chamber bar area,” Adam said.
Jack then asked, “That look of surprise, you’ve not been inducted yet have you?”
“No,” replied Sym.
“Not to take away from the wonderment of your induction, imagine a room some 180ft long by 105feet wide and it has two separate landing areas one above the other with another ten foot on top of that, full of fellow Gangrels all enjoying the party that is a Gathering,” Adam said, “it’s a sight to put it bluntly.”
“You don’t mind me asking questions about what happened during your time?”
“Hell no,” Adam said, “a lot of people forget that we can learn so much about the present from the past, that most historians only look at the ‘events’,” Adam indicated the quote marks with the first finger on both his hands, “and completely forget about the people who actually made the event happen. Being inducted at 14 was a rarity. The gang culture was more 20 21 year olds with older ones leading the younger ones, very much like most of the organised crime families do now, only the strong command.”
“Oh, not a very pleasant time then I guess,” Sym said.
“Not, but stories are for another time, in more relaxed atmospheres.”
“Yes, true,” replied Sym.
Duggie and Paul separated and bowed to each other.
Jake shook his head and said, “Fuck me, the power those two had and the stamina to keep going back for more, I’ve never seen that level of training before. They are true masters of their arts.”
Sym heard the comments and smiled to herself and thought, ‘Little do they realise that is so true in more ways than one.’
* * * * * *
As Nibs and Richard bowed at the end of their display. Clare and Abbey both looked at each other and look into each others eye and like they had in back area they repeated the same manta, ‘oneness, closeness, thoughts the same, actions the same, only true twins are capable of combined actions, we are true twins.’
Paul then said, “Ladies and gents Nibs and Richard. It now gives me the greatest pleasure to introduce the last display bout of the evening. A fight that will include all the young adults in black. I bring you Nibs and her partner Sandra,” both of then moved onto the ring and executed a few moves and then stood. Paul continued, “Tina and her partner Abs,” again the pair moved and completed a couple of fancy attack moves. “Paul and Amy,” both them executed a team attack with Amy bouncing off Paul pushing her skywards. Amy cast the fly spell and executed a axe kick as she landed, and Paul finished off the move with a jumping kick right at head height.
The crowd gasped as the move was executed. Amy smiled at everyone. Paul then said, “This evening is also the pre-wedding bash of the six stood in the ring. Next I bring you the identical Twins, Angel and Damieel.” As the pair moved the executed an attack and defence routine against each other. “Clare and Abbey, partners in the truest sense,” as they moved around the ring to stand beside Tina and Abs, they both carried out the same attacks in perfect synonization. “Hell Bright and Ren, a brother and sister partnership forged in the jaws of hell itself.” Hell Bright then created the illusion of multiple her and Rens for about half a second and then dispelled it
Clare saw the illusion and then saw Nibs look at Hell Bright as if to say, ‘Nice one.’
Paul then said, “And lastly Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma from Jarrzar, like Nibs they were taught the same style of combat.” Paul then moved to the back of the ring and said, “Combatants. FIGHT.”
Before most people could register the word ‘fight’, Clare had whipped her right leg round aimed straight at Abs’ head. Abs had her block present and lashed out a straight punch aimed at Clare’s knee area.
Abbey who was standing beside Clare had dropped, then she used her body and arms to spin her and as she span she whipped her left leg out and would have hit Ren in the back of the knees, except Ren jumped the attack. By the time Ren could retaliate against Abbey attacking low, Clare came in with a fast left heel aimed right at his head. Abbey had shifted her weight and to her left leg and then brought her right calf and heel in to attack Abs.
Abs jumped forward and rolled into a thrust punch against Nibs open back. Nibs sensed Abs’ roll manoeuvre and as she went to strike Nibs had already counter attacked aimed at her head.
* * * * * *
‘Fuck me those two are good!’ thought Ren, ‘one second Abbey is coming in low, the next I have Clare going for my head.’
* * * * * *
As the Seven Way Partner Fight started Surat who had gotten Freedum out and was having a play with her and Sym both got up and walked to the railings and watched the fight.
Surat was watching the fight intently she saw Jum block an attack aimed at Wong and then he double kicked. One kick lashing out at Amy who had just tried to catch him with an upper cut and the other going after Nibs who had just lashed out a snap kick against Wong’s head. Sarah said, “Hell that is just one very intense melee.”
“I wish I was half as good as them,” replied Sym who then asked, “Can I take Freedum for a while Surat, it will give you a break from carrying her?”
“Yeah, she can get a bit heavy at times.” Surat then passed Freedum to Sym and like before Freedum snuggled down and as Sym started to play with her, Freedum smiled and responded by going to grab Sym’s fingers. Surat then took off the blanket carrier and took Freedum back whilst Sym put it on and then took Freedum back and placed her in the carrier looking up at Sym’s face.
Jane came over and looked over Sym’s shoulder and saw Freedum laying there happily sucking on one of her rattles and smiling. Jane then saw Abbey use Clare’s dodge and crouch to launch an attack aimed at Hell Bright’s back. Abbey stepped onto Clare’s bottom which was where Clare had pivoted from and as she jumped off in the direction of Hell Bright, Abbey kicked her in the back which hit and this caused Hell Bright to stumble forward a bit and then both Hell Bright and Ren after completing a counter attack on Abs took a minute break from the fighting. “Those two continue to amaze me,” said Jane.
“Which two,” replied Surat, “they all amaze me.”
“Clare and Abbey,” responded Jane, “the last attack Abbey made against Hell Bright, she used a dodge from Clare to launch the attack from.”
“Bloody hell,” said Surat, “that takes some coordination.”
“Yeah that does,” replied Jane, “Mind you I think they are both as supple each the other as well.”
“Bloody hell,” quietly exclaimed Sym, “the closeness they must have to their partners is incredible.”
“I know,” Jane replied.
Nicolai walked towards where Sym was and saw Rose was approaching Sym, said when Rose was close enough, “Can I ask that you pass a message to the lady on the second tier.”
“The woman who asked us to get Nibs?” Rose asked.
“Yes,” Nicolai replied.
“No problem,” Sym replied.
“I’ll take Freedum back, I was thinking about getting some sleep anyway.”
“Ok,” Sym replied and took the blanket carrier off and landed it back to Surat,
“I will want someone to look after her tomorrow.”
“Ok,” responded Sym and with Rose followed Nicolai a short distance away.
* * * * * *
Savraday
Anna, Tony, Dominic and Paul Snr were sat at one of the four tables and bench seats.
Paul asked, “Can I ask have you come to a decision concerning the invitation?”
Anna replied first, “To be honest I favour joining, but it’s not my choice, I am the spotter for Dominic and Tony.”
Tony looked across the table at Dominic as if looking at Dominic would give Tony the answer, and then said, “I’m in if your in Dominic.”
“You bastards,” said Dominic, “If I pick the wrong thing you both will lynch me.”
“That’s what’s so much fun. You know which way to go,” said Anna.
“Yeah I do, and I know it will piss my family off something rotten, I’m in,” said Dominic.
“Therefore we all are then I guess,” said Anna.
“Ok,” responded Paul, “Should make life interesting for the enemies.”
Tony than got up and said, “Back in a while, I have to go and do something,” and he walked towards the open back door of the Gangrel Apartment.
* * * * * *
“When I first meet Nibs and Sandra, I said to myself they were destined for something big,” said Wayne, “You went to last weekend’s party, didn’t you James?”
“Yeah I did,” James replied, “and I will say this I had found the Gangrels to be polite and helpful, but the side you saw at the war zone, was one that all I can say was vicious, incredibly skilled and very professional, hell they even asked if people like me and Hinnita wanted to help them, and it weren’t out of need either they had more than enough forces available to the commanders. All we did was make sure if the Aces did break through the final defensive lines to threaten the command and control vehicles.”
“Yeah,” Wayne said and stared at James, “Even though you have never exactly picked up a gun?”
“No, I have, I’ve handled and used a pistol, but yeah, everyone one got issued with some advanced armour and either a MA40 or similar assault rifle,” James replied, “both me and Hinnita both took part in a sparing session before the battle, that was interesting to say the least.”
“Yeah, what happened?” Shae asked.
“What happened was that different pairings just fought each other for a couple of hours,” said James, “I learnt a lot about myself that session and evening, especially later when we assisted in the collection and provisional processing of a force of corporate security forces which decided to try and help the Aces during the War Zone.”
“I have to admit I did and I didn’t enjoy it, I enjoyed the commaridaship which everyone showed each other, but I didn’t like the feeling I had when I was stood over one of the enemy who was knelt on the ground awaiting processing, he said something and you all know its not in my nature but I wanted to go over and hit him,” Hinnita said.
Gary and Lara both stepped through the many people sat on the ground and also on the few seats, both of them heard what Hinnita said and turned and walked the short distance and Gary asked as they approached, “May we?”
“Certainly,” said Hinnita.
“Both myself and Lara here over heard your comments about hitting a guy,” responded Gary.
“It don’t surprise either of us, I don’t know the ins and outs of last weekend as neither me or my unit where present at the War Zone, but can I ask has anyone spoken to you about the events of last weekend?” Lara asked.
“No, not yet,” Hinnita said.
“Yeah, I don’t think anyone has been chatted to,” replied James.
“Well that’s something that needs fixing then,” said Gary.
“Let me explain,” said Lara, “as a part of basic training all Gangrel units undergo at command, a massive part of it is just simply talking about things, various aspects, but one of the major sessions is the talking shop as its known, it happens after the first live fire exercise and a second one after the first official combat mission, The Hammers and Marauders had our second one on Thursday morning when we all woke after an operation we had on Ulleam.”
“So what happens?” asked James.
“The first session is run by the instructors at command, and all that happens is that the unit talks the operation over, how people felt, what happened, why did people feel that way,” replied Lara.
“It’s one of the most important aspects to our training is telling the members that as a force the Gangrel’s care about your well being, what your feelings are before, during and after the operation. I can tell you that I’m not very pleased, with certain elements, I don’t blame Nibs, as she hasn’t been trained at command, she joined the Vixens straight and has shown herself to be very resourceful and understanding,” replied Gary.
“No. The Gangrels view everyone in the same way, as members, even if you just give us a helping hand, last weekend you were invited to support us in a war zone which is probably one of the most stressful environments you can be in, and therefore you were full honouree members therefore should have had the same level of support as the official units,” Lara said.
Nibs and Sarah walked passed heading for where Toma and Darla was, Gary grabbed Sarah’s sleeve. Sarah stopped and said, “Hi Gary, what’s up?”
“You know the people who helped us last weekend haven’t received even close to the same level of support as all Gangrel units have or do,” Gary said.
“No I didn’t. Let me say on behalf of the Gangrel command that is wrong and will be corrected early next week, I’ll talk to Tracy, and Peter about making sure that you get the same level of support as fully listed units,” Sarah said and sat down with them and asked, “I’m I right in guessing it’s the after conflict talking shop support you’ve not had?”
“I think that’s what the Gary said,” replied James, “and I’m sorry, I’m James, this is my partner Hinnita.”
“Good afternoon James, I’m Lara second in command of the Marauders, Gary here is the unit commander,” Lara replied, “and this is our gang commander, Sarah.”
“What I do know is everyone has a different method of sorting out their own feelings, but one thing I have learnt from my life as a gang member talking about things work,” Sarah said, “Talk to any of the experienced Gangrels and let your feelings flow, just having someone who knows the pressures, the stresses, the strains and the fears that goes through all people who pick up a fire arm. Just by listening to you, advising and chatting things through with you, works, Gary here more than Lara has been in quite a few combats and knows precisely what goes through most people’s head.”
“And to be honest the feeling you had when that guy said something, don’t surprise me, I had the same feeling the first time my unit took prisoners,” said Gary.
“May I ask which Gangrel unit was watching the prisoners?” Sarah asked, “The only reason I’m asking is that we haven’t had any reports from the non Gangrel forces except Simon and Derrick, Simon knows and had to do one for Central anyway, Derrick because he wants closure on the whole Aces issue for the school.”
“Bloody hell, all this for a one simple battle,” said Wayne.
“Yes all this for one simple battle, Central keeps the gangs on the semi straight and narrow, they also conduct investigations into illegal activities which some gangs get up to,” said Sarah, “the Gangrels act as the main policing arm, in that we deal with gangs that over step the mark and do stupid things that bring the Gang Culture into disrepute, Central takes a very dim view on it and deals with the people accordingly. The Gangrels are starting to plan how we take down a member of one of the big crime families, and let the family know that coming after us is not a good idea. As trying to would mean he’s facing upwards of over 137,000 combat trained young adults and other supporting forces.”
The group including Lara looked at Sarah in utter shock “Over a 137,000!” exclaimed Shae.
“The Gangrels are more than just simply the Gangrel Street Gang to give them there full name. It also includes the Gangrel Mercenary forces and also the youth feeder units. This is information Gary already has an idea about, and information you should know Lara. When Suraban City government rises in eight weeks for it’s two month Summer break. When they do the new additions to the Youth Laws come into effect and the Gangrel Street becomes the official policing arm of Central. You have over a thousand in the Gangrel Street Gang which is how most of the inhabitants of Suraban know the Gangrels, the rest of the world knows the Gangrels through the Gangrel Mercenary and Youth Feeder units.”
“Over a thousand in just the Street Gang! Bloody hell,” exclaimed Wayne
Shae then said, “How, most gangs have 75 may be 80 members.”
“Just think about it, how many different units do you know of and how big are they?” asked Gary.
“SD Unit Nine, Blue Ridge Tactical response unit, Vixens, plus all those from last weekend, yours Gary,” said James.
“And how many members in there, and I’ll tell you Tybias’ Raiders, has 12 members, Dark Mists, has 13, Vixens, have 12, the Hunters then had three, Himens had 10, SD has 15, Blue Ridge has 10, that’s over 75 members and you’ve picked up on seven units, we have over 100 listed units on the rosters and most average at least 10 to 12 members,” Sarah said, “but in those seven, you have two units that specialise in close assault operations, one that operates as a general assault unit, one hard point defensive unit, and three that deal with defensive operations. At the war zone we fielded close on 200 Gangrels and at least 60 of them where from my personal body guard unit. No but seriously if you want to understand your feelings, talk to people sometimes a friend who has been through the same helps, but I would advise chatting to Clare, Abbey, any of the adults you see around, any of the Vixens, even Dark Legion has experienced the stresses of Gang level battles.”
“How, they’re a band,” said Hinnita.
“Uthiam, Iffram and Greever all use to be members of the Dark Legion Gangrel Unit based in South Beeches,” said Sarah, “They became a band because of that connection, Free-Ker joined them a couple of years after they played their first Gathering, and got so much support that the first album went in at number one in the rock charts and stayed there for eight weeks, which back five years ago was unheard off for a just starting band.”
“The more and more I hear about the Gangrels,” said James, “the more and more I think that when the war starts then the enemy is going to have a very big problem?”
“The War has already started, The Wacker War was the first play in it,” said Sarah, “we are now just waiting for and planning the next plays.”
* * * * * *
After Tony had left the party he had walked to the medical facility and bumped into Doctor Hill on the way to collect Steven.
Doctor Hill said, “Arh, would you mind helping me I want to let the young enjoy the sun this afternoon and I have heard through the club grapevine that a large party is being held down behind some of the apartment buildings at the front, I have a couple of medical orderlies preparing to walk them down, but I have three people and there are four young ones.”
“I was here to organise just that Doctor,” replied Tony, “I came via the Garage and have organised one of the electric carts with a ramp to get the young ones, and any medical staff to the party.”
“Thank you. Aren’t you one of the group I’ve seen Anna hanging around with?” Doctor Hill asked.
“Yeah I’m her brother,” replied Tony, “the vehicle will be here in about ten minutes as I think the five where all out.”
“Ok. Is one being dropped off here?” Doctor Hill asked.
“Yeah that’s what I organised with them in the garage,” Tony replied.
* * * * * *
Tony was driving one of the electric vehicles along the sub-surface routeway heading for the Gangrel apartments and the chill out party. Sat in the vehicle and the trailer was Steven, whom Tony had gone and got specifically, Sophia, Urri and also George, whom Doctor Johnson had said, “Yes you all can go.”
Also present was two medical orderlies and Doctor Hill. Doctor Hill was smiling as he was hoping to get to the chill out party, as he hadn’t had much chance to chat to Sarah the previous evening as Urri and George had both wanted to head back to the medical facility as they were tired, but as they had both expressed an interest in coming to this, he had decided to allow them to come.
When Tony pulled up at the car-park/underground storage which it looked like both the Hammer and Marauders were beginning to use as a lot of the bags they had used to transport their clothes in had been placed on shelving units. Tony climbed out and helped Doctor Hill to wheel the group from the trailer. The group then pushed the four young persons up the ramp to the ground floor and they then turned towards the back area. When they walked out on the grass they saw the two large busses that had transported Dark Legion and the pair from Face Design and the gathered group of people chilling out sat on walls, the grass and what ever chairs had been rustled up.
Tony saw Anna sitting with the Hunters, as she had before he had gone to get Steven, except Sym, Rose and Gareath were also present, and Tony pushed him towards the group.
Anna looked up and saw her brother and friend walking and being pushed towards the group. Tony then saw the smile on Anna’s face and smiled and also winked at her. Anna then blushed and had to look away.
Steven said when the pair had arrived, “Good afternoon hun,” and lent forward and gave her kiss on the top of her head, “me and your brother had a chat this afternoon and lets just say, these words best describe the outcome, I love you.”
Anna looked up at Tony and Steven, wearing a face which Tony read instantly, and replied to the question Anna was asking after sitting down next to his sister, “Over the last few days, I’ve come to realise that Steven means a lot more to you than I had thought, and he now understands that what ever happens in the coming months and years, I will always have your interests at heart, and I will never allow anyone to hurt you.”
“And over the last couple of days, I’ve come to realise that my feelings for you weren’t wrong, looking at the love some of the people here have for each other and the rest of the world has shown me that its not wrong, I can show my feelings and I am going to,” Steven said and then said after looking at Paul, “If that offer is still open then I’m in.”
“The offer once made never closes for those invited to be Conspiracy,” replied Paul.
Gareath said to Steven, “Welcome to the Hunters.”
Both Sym and Rose said, “Yes, welcome to the Hunters Steven.”
“Paul can I ask you a question?” Steven asked.
“Yeah, what do you want to know?” Paul replied.
“What are the abilities of a Sea Titan?” Steven asked.
“Soon you will become as strong as me and Nibs and also gain a vast improvement in the ability to handle damage, I can physically with stand most types of bullets hitting me fired from normal weapons, APEX and APHV those I can’t and they hurt, I was shot by a APHV when I was investigating some disappearances in Ebba Protectorate City for Digital News. It is possible from the research Kev did on an Alternative Darra Von that you may gain psionics, the ability to use your brain to do things, but to be honest we have no idea as normally Sea Titan’s mate with humans, but as your 30% Sea elf, the geneticists in Echo Tech City confirmed that this morning, we have no idea of what the out come will be,” Paul replied.
“Oh, great I’m an experiment,” said Steven with an exasperated expression.
“No your not,” said Anna.
“I know,” said Steven. “You said something about needing other specialisms when we chatted a couple of days ago?” Steven asked, “can you give me an idea of the areas your looking at needing people to fulfil.”
“Yeah braking and entering, surveillance, communications, medical, security systems, support weapons, those are just a few areas we will likely need specialists in, as I do see us as being a very similar to the Vixens in that we are primary assault forces rather than a general force.”
“In what respect primary assault force?” asked Clare as she sat down and smiled at everyone.
Also the groups fairy and Pixie friends returned from playing with the young ones as they had decided to sit down and draw, which they weren’t to brill at doing. When they returned they all sat on the ground under the table in the shade provided by the wooden roof table.
“We conduct targeted raids rather than general operations. Very similar to the operation on Ulleam, in that we target specific buildings and hit it and any support forces deal with the surrounding areas and defences,” Paul replied.
“Arh, very similar to the final battle of the Wacker War then,” responded Abbey.
“Yes, we support assault forces and provide them with the hammer to crack strong points,” Paul said, “I had a chat with Doctor Hill and he said you are making a far faster recovery than he expected and he thinks you will no long need the drip from tomorrow.”
“Hey, now that is good news,” said Dominic.
* * * * * *
Anna and Steven were both laying in the sun, as Anna had put on a bikini top on that morning, she had removed her top and was sun bathing, Steven lay with his head beside hers and said, “What do you think would be good for me to do,” and then after a couple of seconds Steven continued, “to teach myself?”
“What areas are there and what do you see your self doing as a member of the unit?” Anna asked as Wood sterne and Jib-baath walked towards the pair and sat down and like Anna they both started to sun them selves, Anna asked Wood sterne, “Whats wrong you?”
“Pixie this, Pixie that,” Wood Sterne stated.
“Bloody hell, Wood Sterne, you get this, in a little while you will be number one and Pixie will be in last place, remember in a couple of weeks, they’ll be going to the Academy and won’t be around,” Anna said.
“That’s true,” said Wood Stern, “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
“Well anyway, say hello you to Steven, the newest member of the Hunters and also now my partner,” Anna stated.
“Hi Steven, I guess we are going to be seeing a lot more of you then,” Wood Sterne said.
“I guess so,” Steven said.
“Going back to what you asked earlier, what are areas?” Anna asked.
“Breaking and Entering, Surveillance, Communications, medical, security systems, and support weapons,” Steven replied.
“And what did you use to do?” asked Anna.
“Mostly surviving,” Steven said.
“Harhar, very funny,” Anna said, “Seriously though.”
“Seriously, Surveillance, security systems and breaking and entering I would say, but I also don’t see myself as sitting well in one specific area I want to be good in lots of areas,” Steven replied.
“Ok, I think I may branch out into communication and possibly medical, but I’m not sure I’m planning on looking at the various options next week,” Anna said, “when I go and have a chat with the people at the local Echo Tech Academy.”
“How can you, Echo Tech Academies are for employees of Echo Tech, I thought,” responded Steven.
“Yeah, they are, but when you join the Conspiracy or the Gangrels you can attend the nearest one to you,” said Anna.
* * * * * *
Dean, Trixxie, Harry and Wendy were sat at one of the tables. Harry said as Nicolai and Jane both got up and headed for the drinks area, both of them had blunts Abs and Adrian had given them, “Ain’t that Nicolai and Jane C?”
“Yeah it is, Harry,” Dean replied, “Jane was stood with Sarah when we arrived, dense.”
“Of course she was,” Harry responded, “What they doing here, ain’t they got corporations to run?” Harry then asked.
“No, they ain’t,” said a voice from behind the group.
Trixxie turned around and saw a tall gentleman, with designer stubble and well defined muscle tone and build. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a Dark Legion T-shirt from the 2063 World Tour. “Pardon?” Trixxie responded.
“No, neither of them now run the Corporations, they both turned control over to their successors within the last couple of weeks, hi I’m Kev Marks, still Chair of ATEC and 21C but not for much longer. My successor for 21C takes control next board meeting in a weeks times, and ATEC is handed over three months from now, when the new boss finishes his contract with the South Ice Cap Exploration force.”
“I know what Harry is talking about, why are they here, I sure as hell wouldn’t have thought they would have known any of the honoured guests?” Wendy said.
“Don’t be surprised who people know and why. Jane, Nicolai, Richard, Paul, Sarah and myself, we all hold full ghost licences and as all the Vixens are full ghosts, there’s one connection, but the main reason is all of us are also fighters in the conspiracy war, along with the Vixens and the Hunters, and quite a few other people here” Kev replied.
“What was the outcome of the policing action?” Wendy asked.
“The action itself was a success, oh, yes,” Kev said, “Paul is organising a burial of the dead youth early next week.”
“I think that is something all the Gangrels here will be attending, no optional get outs on it either,” Dean said.
“I wouldn’t want to miss it, he died because of a gang boss was not caring about other people,” Harry said and looked very pissed off.
* * * * * *
Simon walked over to where Clare, Abbey, and Rose where sitting sunning themselves and asked, “May I join you both?”
“Anytime Simon,” replied Clare.
“Thanks,” responded Simon and sat down with the group. When Simon had sat down and taken a sip from the glass he was carrying, he said, “We’ve not been formally introduced, I’m Simon Fayresby member of central and also the next head of central.”
“Your kidding,” Abbey said, and smiled, “This is Rose a member of Hunter Bravo, and twin sister to Sym over there, the pair joined us because we captured a gent by the man of Gareath, who was looking after the pair. The three now make up Hunter Bravo. What the hell Simon?”
“No, the old head is stepping down due to ill health and the current swing in the council is towards a youthful outlook, we’ve had two older leaders, and the gang culture is beginning to get out of control especially in terms of the immunity Gangs that run from the enclaves seen to be having,” Simon said, “it took the Gangrels to deal with the Aces, that’s where mine and Sarah’s plan for the Gangrels comes in, keeping with the same system of small units and also providing support to gangs, but also creating an arm separate to the main Gangrel units, specifically trained and manidated to police gangs and youth organisations, up to the age of 23 maybe 24. And I can tell you, you guys are already on the list as members of the policing force. It is very likely that both the Marauders and Hammers will also be added. In other news, Central’s lease is coming up for reneual and we are thinking about relocating head quarters to a new site. I know you lot are out on the streets a lot, keep your eyes open for someplace.”
“What you specifically looking for in the way of premises?” Clare asked.
“Somewhere we can hold meetings and also run a staff of about thirty full time and fifteen investigators. We would also need good net access as we also run the Central net server from head quarters as well but with expansion options,” Simon said, “Sarah’s said if we get desperate we can move to Gangrel command as a temporary measure until we have found some place.”
“How much you willing to spend?” Clare asked.
“A couple maybe three million on a new building, Telean Landscapes and Buildings has already said they will build it and Galsen Fittings has said they will outfit the offices for one and a half million, we just need the land. Project in the pipeline, if the policing force idea comes off, about training units in how to police and deal with situations professionally,” replied Simon.
“Leave it with us, Simon, anyway how’s you?” Clare asked.
“Great thanks, especially now schools finished for the year only the Graduation Ball to happen now and that’s it. Then the count down begins for the new year, joy,” said Simon and looked very down, “Its doubtful that the election will have happened by then, as it needs all central members to be in one room for the election to happen otherwise it’s null and void.”
“Well, anyway, What are you two doing first day next term?” Simon asked as Mark and Angelique Hill walked over from where Sarah was sitting.
“Not much, don’t plan that far ahead,” replied Clare, “Why?”
“I was wondering if either or both of you wouldn’t mind coming in to school for the mandatory gang chat to the first years,” Simon replied.
“Yeah, as I can see that furthering Sarah’s plan of increasing the presence of the Gangrels on the gang scene, You know that a group of forth years if they haven’t joined they are very close to joining as a unit,” Clare said.
“Yes, I heard about it yesterday,” replied Simon.
“Oh, good point,” said Clare and laughed.
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Book Two of the Street War Series
The First Chapter in Book Two of the Street War Series.
The Early Years of Academy Life
NickiUK
Prologue
As the Vixens prepare to have a vacation before they go to the Academy and begin to learn how to defeat the evil.
They all reflect on the last few months. Sandra on the decision to ask Nick was so the right choice, and then to have Claire join. Nibs on the time she has spent with the Vixens and how she and the Vixens are now one of the leading forces behind the Conspiracy and her and her life partners Sandra, Daraus, Blackie and Pixie. Abs on the news that the Vixens and the Hunters are the start of the New Gangrels, a more vicious force dedicated to fighting for the common person. Tina, and her choice to marry the one person to her that meant so much, Anna ‘Abs’ Detric and their two fairy partners.
Chapter 1 — Fixing the Place — As Uthiam said, ‘Lets Fix the Place.’
Jane, Nicolai, and Richard walked out of the briefing room, along with Misty and her crew, Darla, Toma and Gary, Sandra turned and said, “As we are now on vacation, me and Nibs won’t be available until Sumdar as we have an operation tomorrow evening.”
“Well most of us can go and enjoy the retreat and you two can journey up on the Sumdar,” said Paul.
“Yeah, excellent idea,” said Jum, “I say lets get some sleep and then think about the rest of the week tomorrow morning over breakfast at say 08:30.”
The group broke apart Nibs and Sandra both walked out side via the Garage, and they then along with Daraus and both Blackie and Pixie flying about six inches from their shoulders, turned left and climbed the large mound, under which was the Academy’s Xenozoology department’s Labs and stores. When the group had reached the top they turned along it and walked to the small house located in a large dip in the mound. Sat on a couple of easy chairs was Surepthon and Dr Zeus.
When the group approached Dr Zeus said, “Hi Nibs, Sandra, Daraus and I think both your fairy friends are present as well.”
“They are present hovering about six inches from our shoulders,” Sandra said.
“That good, as it was a guess,” Dr Zeus said. Then after a couple of seconds of looking at the shoulders he began to see the outlines of the two fairies he said, “And the theory is proven correct, if you know where they are and believe in their existence then you will see them.”
“At least we were able to help on that theory,” Nibs said, “Your invite was very cryptic Dr Zeus.”
“I know I wanted you to come, All I want to do was to say hello, and thank you for the most beautiful weddings I’ve had the privilege of attending, if not in reality, and please call me Zeus,” Zeus said.
“Thank you,” replied Sandra and checked the grass and as it was not damp she sat down. Nibs soon joined her sitting on the ground, Sandra wrapped her arm around Nibs’s waist and Nibs cuddled into her love’s body.
“I’m surprised you two aren’t getting ready for your vacation,” said Surepthon.
“We would be but for the problem of having an espionage mission to do tomorrow evening,” Sandra said.
“Arh,” Zeus said, “You never did finish the tour of the Zoo and the Lab.”
“No we didn’t,” said Sandra, “We’ll be back anyway, that I’m certain of.”
“We do have tomorrow hun,” Nibs said, “But no, we need to get a pair of dresses for the evening and have time to do our make-up.”
“Do you know where we are meeting Sarah and Uthiam?” Sandra asked.
“No,” replied Nibs, “Ring her tomorrow and find out.”
The rest of the evening was spent chatting and just socialising with the non humans based at the club.
* * * * * *
10:00 Nibs’ PDU Alarm went off and woke the dead in the case of Nibs and Sandra as after they had gotten to bed they spent most of the night up to interesting fun.
Nibs gently nudged Sandra who’s eyes opened and looked into Nibs’, Sandra smiled and Nibs quickly kissed Sandra on the lips and said, “Lets get up and think about getting to Risers and also getting Steven a suit as he’s going to need one for today.”
“Very true,” responded Sandra as she grabbed her blunt and lit it.
Pixie and Blackie both woke up, sat up and Pixie thought said, “God you two are up early today.”
“We know, but we have places to go, people to see and a mission to prepare for and execute all before tomorrow morning when we both will be on IC5 heading for the Forest retreat and Vacation time,” said Nibs, “and boy do I need it, the last few months have been hetictic as hell, but fun none the less.”
Nibs and Sandra both headed for the Canteen where they found Steven waiting for them to arrive. Sandra said, “I hope you’ve not been waiting long Steven?”
“No, about ten minutes,” Steven said.
Sandra and Nibs both turned towards the food run and selected a good sized breakfast and brought another mug of coffee over for Steven as he looked like he was about to drop off.
When Nibs returned and had placed Daraus’ food bowl on the ground, said, “Heavy night last night.”
“No the last few nights catching up on us, both,” Steven said, “She is like a caring deamon there is no off button when she starts.”
“What’s the rest of the Hunters doing today?” Nibs asked.
“Claire told Clare and Abbey about a pair of young people she saw running the rooftops yesterday evening,” Steven said, “I think they are looking at the area with high resolution satellite images and street level recon work.”
“Seriously, where would you want to be?” Nibs asked.
“Here,” replied Steven in a matter of fact tone.
“Ok,” Nibs said, and both Nibs and Sandra finished breakfast and cleared the dirties away. When that was done Nibs said, “Two stops here, Home base then Risers and Face Paint.”
“Where we stopping here?” Sandra asked.
“Computing Lab and then our apartment for my bag of tools, take the whole lot, it’s easier than sorting it here,” Nibs said.
“Ok, how much of the third floor you seen Steven?” Sandra asked.
“Just the Tattoo Parlour,” replied Steven, Nibs stood behind the wheel chair and pushed Steven towards the third floor.
The guard on the ramp said, “Passes please.”
Sandra and Nibs both showed the guard there’s.
“Thanks,” the Guard said and Nibs pushed Steven up the ramp and headed for the computing lab passing the Conspiracy Library.
Sandra said as they passed the Library, “Steven in those rooms is the Conspiracy library based here at the Club, in total the Library has over four million books and countless other documents, and texts.”
“That’s a lot of books,” Steven said.
“It is but it covers nearly all subjects you could think off,” Nibs said.
“What it even has books on surveillance equipment?” Steven asked as Sandra opened the door to the Lab and found Richard standing in the virtual simulator. “What’s he doing?” asked Steven when Nibs pushed him in.
“No idea Steven,” replied Nibs, “and yes it does,” and Nibs smiled.
Nibs picked up a small holdall and selected a digital Satellite transmitter. Nibs also picked up twenty microphone bugs, with thermal recharge capabilities, one nanite bug bomb, and also five camera bugs.
Just as Nibs was pushing Steven out, Richard dropped out and said, “Hi guys.”
“Hi Richard, just getting the bugs for Trivvoth’s,” Nibs said, “can you look at sorting out pass cards for the Hunters and the new members from the Marauders and Hammers.”
“Yeah, no problem, see you next weekend, I’ll meet you in Echo Tech City and then we get the LineTram from Echo Pyramid to Ithian’s Nexus Lab,” Richard said.
“Ok,” and Nibs pushed Steven out of the computing lab and the door closed behind them. Nibs then pushed Steven to the North wing and to the apartment Nibs and Sandra were using.
When the group walked in Sandra said, “Drink, or we waiting until we get to Risers.”
“Wait until Risers, and your driving hun, I’m going to try and get us round to the back of Risers. I have seen the route but is it possible,” Nibs said.
“Check it on foot first I think,” Sandra said.
“Yeah of course hun,” said Nibs as she appeared at the bedroom door carrying her rucksack and Tablet.
Sandra looked questionally at Nibs.
“I think the idea is that me and you are security for Uthiam, and Sarah, Steven is Sarah’s PA and to be a PA you need a link to the outside world, hence the tablet,” Nibs said, “Plus it gives us access to the bugs and camera bugs.”
“If that’s everything then we are ready, lets, depart for Risers,” said Sandra.
“Yeah,” said Steven
* * * * * *
When the group arrived and parked up on the third floor, car-park C at the Harliquanis Shopping Mall, Sandra suggested, “Lets go and see Tony in Demology?”
“Now that is an idea,” said Nibs, “It’s been a couple of months and we’ve not actually been back to see him and let him know how’s things are with the Unit.”
“Sounds like the happenings at the wedding are not the only place the Vixens are well known,” Steven said. as he walked on his crutches rather the wheel chair.
Nibs asked, “Steven is this your first shopping trip as a Gangrel?”
“Yeah I its,” Steven replied.
“I hope Anna don’t mind us taking him to do a bit of shopping getting you the items you need as a Gangrel,” said Sandra.
“I wouldn’t have thought so,” said Steven, “I’ve got to see a different side to Anna than everyone else sees and she is one of the most caring women I know. She thinks of the two of us rather than just me or her.”
“I hope it works of the two of you,” Nibs said as the group walked, with Steven using his crutches, into the stairwell and turned to the lifts and hit the down button.
“So Demology then Gothage, then Risers and Face Paint,” Sandra suggested.
“Yeah, that is an idea,” Nibs said as the lift opened and three early twenty trendies stood in the lift, Nibs and Sandra entered first with Daraus padding beside Sandra’s heel, and smiled at the group, Steven then manoeuvred in and allowed two more people onto the lift. Nibs pressed the first floor button.
The gent of the male and female pair who entered last said, “Ground floor please?” in a polite manor.
Nibs pressed the ground floor button and the lift started to descend to the first floor. When the doors opened the group saw a number of people wanting to get on all of them carrying plastic bags with items in. Nibs, Sandra and Steven got out of the lift and was followed by Daraus. Nibs took from her pouch a lead and clipped it to Daraus’ collar and started to walk towards the entrance. Nibs saw either side of the double doors into the shopping centre, poster’s advertising The Great Harliquanis Mall Sale.
Sandra looked at it and said, “Welcome to CHM hell Nibs, Steven,” and pushed the doors open and the group walked out and headed for the main entrance and the escalators to the first floor and Demology Café.
The Shopping centre was packed, lots of family groups out enjoying the sales. Daraus padded beside Nibs’ heel and stayed there, both Blackie and Pixie both rode on Daraus’ back. The group arrived at the entrance and went to the second floor then on into Demology Café. Nibs took Daraus to the open front area and tied him to one of the chairs and then the group walked into the café proper and saw Tony standing behind the bar serving a family of five, two adults, one male teenager who didn’t look like he wanted to be present, and two younger children, other patrons included a four middle aged couples, three families with small children, and one group of young teenagers. The group walked over and stood in the queue and waited for the order to be filled, and the family to move away from the counter.
When they had the group walked up to the counter and smiled at Tony who saw the group and smiled, he said, “Welcome back my favourite ladies of the Night and I see a new gent of the night.”
“Yes,” replied Nibs, “Allow me to introduce Steven a member of the Gangrel Hunters and also a member of the elite.”
“Arh, no problem, welcome to Demology Café Steven, your usual ladies?” Tony asked
“Yes for me thanks,” Nibs said, and Tony wrote the code of a large Chai Latte, “and a bowl of water for Daraus thanks Tony.”
“Chai Latte for me thanks Tony,” replied Sandra.
“And a coffee for me thank you,” said Steven.
“Right I shall bring them over to you,” Tony said and started to prepare the orders. The group walked back towards the entrance and out and sat at the table where Nibs had tied Daraus to.
The group sat down and both Nibs and Sandra took out their tins and Sandra rolled a blunt and Nibs loaded her pipe. Sandra turned to Steven and asked, “You smoke, don’t you?”
“I have been known too,” replied Steven.
“You’ve not been sorted out your pouch and smoking equipment have you?” Sandra then asked.
“No I haven’t yet,” Steven replied.
Nibs passed Steven her pouch after she had finished loading her pipe and said, “Roll yourself one.”
“Thanks Nibs,” said Steven and got out the blunt making equipment and as Tony walked out Steven started to roll himself a blunt.
Tony walked out carrying a tray with four large mugs on and a bowl of water. When Tony had sat down Nibs took the water and placed it next to Daraus and then took her Chai Latte and sipped it and smelt the aroma of the sweet spices. Tony then asked, “How is everyone, its been a while since you were last here?”
“Yeah it has,” Nibs said.
“Damn I never did find out who Darla got those Naj Blades for, I really should have done,” Tony said.
“You have now,” replied Nibs and showed Tony one of the pair fixed to her hips, “they were brought for my birthday on the 18th Auar.”
“Everyone is fine, and the Vixens have had a massive change in membership over the last few weeks,” said Sandra, “Both Gary and Darla left us, Gary is now commander of one of the new green units that is working from the grounds of Club Millana and Darla so she can become an instructor at command, but we have added five new members.”
“Five new members, what with Gary and Darla leaving that must take you to ten members now,” Tony said.
“No twelve,” responded Nibs.
“How come twelve,” said Tony as a group of three customers walked in, one of them was wearing a leather jacket of the Beeches Hammers Gangrel Unit, the young youth smiled when he saw three other members sat at in the open area out front. “With the addition of you Nibs it took the Vixens to nine members, with Darla, the twins and Gary going and if you added five that means the Vixens number ten, not twelve.”
“It would if the Twins had left with Darla, they are still members of the Vixens, hence the twelve,” Sandra said.
“I see now,” Tony replied, “Darla must be hating not having the Twins around.”
“No,” said Nibs and then Sandra said as if they were one voice, “Darla has a new project in the form of Toma, or a male sissy slave, who will be undergoing training at command,” and Sandra looked at Nibs in a manor as if to say you should have thought of this.
“What should I know hun,” Nibs said.
“The New Bitch Vixens need one more before they can start training,” Sandra replied.
“Yes of course and as Toma is doing it because he’s a Gangrel working at command and wouldn’t need to go with them to there command,” Nibs said.
“So what brings you to here, this first day of CHM Madness,” Tony said.
“Getting a few items of clothes for Steven and also for us as we have an espionage mission this evening,” said Nibs, “Then we are on vacation and fly to Echo Tech City next Sumdar so we can start at the Academy on the Moroth.”
“Congrats on that, Jane and Nicolai both told be the afternoon you lot accepted,” Tony said and sipped his tea. He then placed the cup down took out a small tin and opened that, so he could retrieve a roll up. Tony then sat back and lit it and took a long draw on it and smiled at the friends. Tony then said, “I will very likely be seeing you at the Academy in a couple of months.”
“Oh, how come?” asked Sandra.
“I’m selling my stake in Demology and then moving to Echo Tech City specifically so I can Support Staff the Academy. I hold two Mid degrees in Chemistry and Bio Chemistry and a Higher Degree with research project in Particle Physics,” Tony said, “but that’s not the main reason why. When Jane told me that you guys had accepted the place, I thought here is a group of people that will make a difference and I want to help in making that happen.”
“You got any interested buyers?” asked Sandra.
“Not at the moment, why have you got an idea?” Tony asked.
“Maybe,” responded Sandra and Nibs looked questionally at her. Sandra thought said, “Did Melanine use to run a diner over in West Parks?”
“Yes,” thought replied Nibs, “I still don’t get you hun,”
“Ruth and Carole are now based over here not in West Parks anymore,” Sandra thought replied.
“I still don’t get the Melanine connection,” Nibs thought said.
“Adviser, consultant,” Sandra thought said.
Then the idea clicked in Nibs’ head, “Have Ruth and Carole buy Tony out as they now both run with the Pen Wolf Hound, have Melanine advise on running the place, but also it would give a perfect front for intelligence gathering and help the Pen in getting better known in the alternative communities.”
“Talk to Mel first I think,” Nibs thought responded.
“Yes,” thought replied Sandra.
“Oh yes, what this I hear of a certain couple getting married last weekend,” Tony said.
“Oops, sorry Tony, completely slip my mind,” said Sandra, “We had close to 6000 people watching it and of that 1700 were present at command.”
Tony’s eyes opened in surprise, “1700!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, 1700,” Nibs said, “We thought we would get four maybe five hundred guests.”
“Ok, I forgive you both, but was it good?” asked Tony.
“It was beautiful, you know Abs and Tina along with Paul and one of the new members Claire also tied the knot as well,” said Nibs.
Tony smiled at the news and said, “At last those two have done the deed, but that is surprising he’s got married.”
“No Claire and him have had a connection for a long while, they just made it official on the evening of the 18th Auar,” said Sandra.
Everyone sat there and watched the world go by. The youth who they saw earlier walked out and asked, “May I?”
“Certinely fellow Gangrel,” replied Nibs.
“Thank you,” the Gangrel said and took a chair from a near by empty table and sat down.
Tony turned and said, “You not got a drink?”
“Yeah I did have inside, I finished it inside, hi I’m Gabrelle, what a horrid name, I much prefer my Squads nickname for me, Arch-Angel because I come out of no where,” Gabrelle said.
“What’s in a name, other than it’s a series of letters strung together that sounds good in our language,” said Tony.
Nibs asked, “Shopping with family?”
“Yeah, god do I want to be fifteen,” Gabrelle said.
“Why, what’s so good about fifteen?” Sandra asked.
“Mum has said, I don’t have to go shopping with her and dad, yeah,” replied Gabrelle with a big smile.
Sandra then asked, “What’s it like in Beeches? We noticed your jacket said Beeches Hammers.”
“Not to bad most of the gangs keep to themselves or pretty much keep to within Central regs, so not much happens,” Gabrelle said, “Nice kicking you gave that gang a few weeks ago. Sarah told a lot of the local gangs too, the Hammers and most wanted to go but no one told us where it was.”
“That is something that Sarah needs to know,” thought said Nibs. Sandra nodded her agreement to Nibs’ statement.
“Well anyway, we four have things to do, shops to go and buy from,” said Sandra as she put her chai latte down empty.
“Hang on hun,” said Nibs, “If you want to see the wedding and highlighted bit of the reception, namely the Rudeashean Drum and Dark Legion play, Go to the main Gangrel Website at net.gangrelstreetgang.grp.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” said Sandra.
“What’s this about a new net site?” Gabrelle asked.
“Yeah, Sarah is modifying the Gangrels slightly and bringing it a bit more out of the Shadows, the new units your hear about over the next few months are very much in the new mould of the Gangrels. The Vixens are the first of the new units,” said Sandra.
“So the rumours South Stevran Raiders have told us are true then about a new street gang as skilled as the Gangrels and more deadly is true, except its Gangrels instead of a brand new gang,” Gabrelle asked.
Both Nibs and Sandra nodded yes, and got up when Steven put his cup down. Steven grabbed his crutches and followed Nibs and Sandra out into the main shopping mall and towards Gothage.
Nibs led the group again with Daraus walking at Nibs’ heel to the escalator that led down to the main first floor from the area of Demology Café. As the group approached the escalator a group of seven youths, aged around the same age as Nibs and Sandra were on the up side and two of the girls laughed as they saw Nibs and one of their number made some comment that was drowned out by the noise of the shopping mall. Nibs looked at them and then looked back, the image Nibs sent out was of a member of the alternative scene saying ‘humth’ and she then looked away in distain.
Steven looked back at the group and saw some of them look back at the group and look somewhat frightened by the visage. Steven shook his head and thought, ‘No Nibs didn’t just make them scared.’ Steven glanced around and saw that the four male youth all were wearing the same badge on the shoulders of the fashionable tracksuits. The badge was of the South Penisula High Gifters. As the group travelled down the escalator they saw the teaming masses of humanity and realised that this was not going to be fun. Nibs at the bottom of the escalator picked Daraus up and placed him in the carrier, Daraus thought said to Nibs, “Thanks, at least up here I can see what is going on.”
Nibs smiled and gave Daraus a stroke on the head and the group now with both fairies sitting on the steel framework that made up the roof area. Blackie thought said to both partners, “We’ll stay up here and join you when you enter a shop.”
Nibs thought said in reply, “No worries, I wish I could fly over the crowds myself.”
The group walked along the railing protecting people from falling from the first to the ground floor, Sandra saw a large group of Goths and glimpsed the jacket one was wearing and it read, ‘South Pen Strikers’ Sandra tapped Steven on the shoulder as him being on crutches was forcing people to move around him and would also them miss Nibs and Sandra as they both were carrying their pistols.
Nibs looked over and saw the group and said, “They look as if they are heading for Gothage.”
“Yeah, they do, I hate these fecking crowds,” said Sandra.
* * * * * *
After about fifteen minutes of forcing their way through the crowds they reached Gothage, even they had an end of season sale as the signs in the window said.
The group walked through the door and saw red sale signs dotted around the shop, Nibs walked towards the counter and saw Sarah serving a mid teens youth wearing jeans and a Goth Girls Duth Rock t-shirt and Nibs noticed Sarah press the button labelled Gangrel Discount and then she said the price.
Nibs was next in the queue and said, “I’m surprised the see you here today, what with this evening.”
“Hey, hello Nibs,” Sarah replied and then looked passed and saw Sandra and Steven were slowly walking the floor area looking at various items of clothes. “What brings you to here on the first day of the madness that is summer sale season?” asked Sarah.
“Getting some suits for me, Sandra and Steven, as me and Sandra are working as your and Uthiam bodyguards, and security normally wear suits, and Steven is your PA and very definitely needs a suit for this evening and the Gathering,” Nibs said.
“Ok, when you guys are planning on arriving at command?” Sarah asked.
“Around fiveish after we’ve been to face paint and seen Arage and iLleathe,” replied Nibs.
“You guys ready then?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah, when we arrive we are ready to go, we’re up here in a FAV,” Nibs replied, then smiled and headed towards Sandra and Steven, Pixie had flown in and perched her self above the cash register on the camera that looked as if it was constantly moving scanning the store. Nibs arrived as Steven was looking through the t-shirts, and found a couple of new designs some very stylistic Ajar and Jarrzarian Line work. Nibs said, “Very nice, I’m having one of those,” and thumbed through the various designs and sizes until she found one she liked and showed Sandra.
“No, not that design, this one through,” Sandra said and showed Nibs it, “I thought you may like them and selected it before you arrived,” and she then moved and behind her was a mirror built into one of the racks.
Nibs looked at it and said, “Yes I agree, but I still want this one through.”
“Suits for us three,” said Steven, “I see lots of more general wear here?”
“Risers to the Occasion for those,” replied Sandra, “You must have met Mads over the wedding weekend?”
“May have done, the entire weekend and most of last week was one of those mad rushes of things, people, events, actions, and counter actions. Being here and sat in Demology Café, I’ve used the time to think and sort out things in my mind,” Steven said.
“You would remember Mads if you had met her,” Nibs said, “She is quite a character.”
As the group wandered the shop, Nibs took a look and had a listen through Blackie’s eyes and ears. The scene Nibs saw was of a full on fight between two groups of CHM dressed people and sounds were of young people cheering and security trying to force their way through the masses. Nibs saw a group of four Goths near an entrance from one of the car-parks and it looked like a few of the males were not very happy at something. Nibs thought said to Sandra, “Possible problem, check Blackie’s eyes.”
“Ok,” thought replied Sandra, she looked and saw the four alternative scene people being hasseled, Sandra turned around and Nibs was already walking towards Sarah.
“Sarah, an incident is starting between a group of four Goths and others, any way we can get to the opposite side quickly with out going across the masses?” Nibs asked.
“No,” replied Sarah.
“Hell,” responded Nibs, and then thought said to Blackie, “keep the Goths in sight.”
“Ok,” thought replied Blackie.
Nibs then returned to where Steven and Sandra were going through the trousers.
“Can I ask your opinion on these coloured suit trousers with a ruffed shirt from the old films?” Steven asked.
“What for?” Nibs asked as she approached.
“General wear, with similar, but more extreme, for formal wear,” Steven replied.
“We are renound for being a little different,” said Sarah as she walked over. “Sorry, hi Steven, hi Sandra. I hate the Sales. Night mare times, I have at least two Defensive Unit Gangrels sat out side throughout the sales. To stop the CHMs who try and steel, the alarm sounds and that’s it they see the thieves and then proceed to nab them.”
Nibs quietly chuckled to her self over something she thought.
The large group of Goths that the group saw on the ground floor walked into Gothage. The group also included the four Nibs had seen through Blackie’s eyes, the female was livid with the CHMs who had been hasseling the group. She stormed over to Sarah and said, “I want to make an official complaint against the South Griders from South Docks. We saw at least six of them carrying pistols in the Mall, that’s a blatant breech of Central’s rules. Why are those Gangrels carrying?” Samantha angrly stated.
“The reason for those three to be carrying is that they are the guy’s who have the direct authority of Central and the city government to carry pistols,” Sarah said.
“My apologises to you three then,” Samantha said.
“No problem, you weren’t to know,” Nibs said.
“Samantha commander of the South Bay Maulers, Nibola Nibs Calton, and Sandra Patterson, of the Bitch Vixens, that’s a good point how do we address you two, and Steven from the Gangrel Hunters,” Sarah said.
“Good day to you three, and congrats on last weekend, my unit were on operation but we caught the highlights as broadcast on the Gangrel Net site,” Samantha said.
“Either Patterson-Calton or Calton-Patterson,” said Nibs, and Sandra nodded her agreement.
“All three couples I think are of pretty much that mind, joining the names with a dash,” Sandra said.
“Ok,” Sarah responded and she then turned and led Samantha and her group out onto the back area. A few minutes later Sarah returned and walked to where the group was looking through the leather jackets.
Steven said, “I love your jacket Nibs, but this is more my style,” and Steven took down a full length trenchcoat and tried it on and positioned it so the arm was just tucked into the left pocket, and then made sure the coat hung as it would if Steven’s arm was in the arm of the Trenchcoat. Steven then turned and said to Nibs, “Wear it like this and you have a perfect hide,” and then Steven’s left arm appears as if it was carrying a weapon.
Nibs nodded the appreciation of the idea.
Sandra then asked, “how you going to keep it on?”
“Clip it to what ever is beneath,” replied Steven.
“Good idea,” Nibs said, “hide an SMG down there and yeah,” and Nibs nodded at the idea.
“Have you got a back way out of here Sarah, rather than cross that mass of people,” Sandra said.
“Yeah, I was thinking about emailing commands directly, and say rather than coming through the crowds, come the back way and supply a map with the email. Where you guys parked?”
“No, we’re heading to Riser to the Occasion now,” replied Nibs.
“Ok,” Sarah replied. and followed the group to the counter to pay for the items. When they got there, Sarah said, “discount two, Heather.”
“No problem boss,” replied Heather and she rang the prices through the till and after Heather had pressed the sub total button she pressed the Discount two button and the price halved, “176 decks please.”
Nibs took out her wallet and took out her new ghost account debit card and passed it over.
Heather took it and scanned the card and asked, “You pin number madam.” Nibs typed her eight digit code in and pressed enter, after a couple of seconds the Ghost account authorized the transaction and the receipt printed. Heather then said, “Thank you,” and handed Nibs the receipt and card.
Nibs took then both and said, “Thanks Heather, you going to the Gathering this weekend?”
“Yes, I should make it,” Heather said as she folded and packed the clothes into a couple of bags.
“Leave then here, and pick then up from command when you get there,” Sarah said, and Heather took the bags and placed them behind the counter and smiled as the group followed Sarah.
Nibs thought said to Blackie, “Return to me, we are taking the back entrance.”
Pixie flew down and landed as Daraus climbed out and landed on the ground beside Nibs. Blackie flew in over the heads of a group of three CHM individuals as they walked in and started to browse the shelves. Heather came out from behind the counter and headed towards the group.
Sarah led the group through the back of the shop and it’s store room and chill out room, where the four who came in were sat smoking and having a coffee.
Jason called out as the group disappeared past, “You going to the Gathering this weekend?”
“Yeah, we are,” replied Steven as he passed.
When the group reached the service area Sarah said, “Down there,” and she pointed left, “will lead you to the main road.”
“Thanks Sarah,” Sandra said and the group turned left and started to walk towards the main road.
* * * * * *
After negotiating the alleys and back streets of South Penusula District the group approached Risers to the Occasions. Sandra tried the door and found it open Sandra pushed and entered. Two CHMs where inside talking to Mads about dresses and alternative scene culture. As the door pushed aside the beaded curtain Mads looked over and saw Sandra, enter to be closely followed by Nibs and Daraus and then a young man she had seen over the wedding weekend, but not actually spoken to.
“Arh, two of the finest examples of the alternative scene culture, Nibola Nibs, and I am guessing, Calton-Patterson, and her lovely partner Sandra. The pair were married last Sumdar, in front of how many guests?” Mads said.
“1700, at command and another 4000 odd watching on net feeds,” Nibs said.
“Hell,” the blond haired one said, “We came here because some friends at the high school said this would be the place to come and ask questions of the scene.”
“Allow me to introduce Steven from the Gangrel Hunters, and the one piece of information Mads forgot to tell you, both myself and my partner are members of the Bitch Vixens Gangrel Unit,” Nibs said, “If the two ladies wouldn’t mind us shopping as we chat, we are in need of some formal items for an operation we three are on this evening.”
“What is it like? Oh, I’m Annabel and this is Leia,” said Annabel.
“Its nice to meet you,” replied Sandra, “What is what like?”
“Bad question I realised that when I asked it,” Annabel said, “Friends say the scene is very much a place where people enjoy what life provides and gives, and yet the films show the scene as a violent dark culture of worshiping evil and calling forth dark forbidden powers.”
“To be honest the scene is a bit of both, the Goth scene is one of dark foreboding places, the dark rituals come from the rest of humanity not understanding and not wanting to embrace that which is different,” said Nibs, “I use to live the world of the corporate Enclave, corporate schooling and would have probably become a corporate wage slave, but due to the caring and understanding nature of my partner here, I am now a member of the one culture that accepts me as me and not what people think I should be.”
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” said Leia, “but were you born a man?”
“Yes I was, we of this community call our selves Trans, a fellow member of the Bitch Vixens is also a male to female trans person,” Nibs replied.
“May I ask, what are you lot looking for?” Annabel asked.
“Suits,” replied Sandra, and both women looked at Sandra in a questioning manor. “As Gangrels one of our remits is to police the youth and gang culture, and this evening we are accompling Uthiam and Sarah, the leader of the Gangrels to an event organised by a gent who we are looking into as he may supply the local gang community with weapons, and probably drugs as well.”
“Sandra and myself are acting as their bodyguards and Steven as their PA,” said Nibs, “so hence the requirements of the suits. If you are interested in learning more about the scene and the culture why not join us the Bitch Vixens at the Gathering next weekend at Gangrel Command. A good few of our friends and members are going to be introduced to the Gang that evening.”
“Your kidding,” Annabel said.
“Why not, it’s the best way of learning is to live the scene and the Gathering is one of the best examples of the scene partying, the program so far is three live bands from various Gangrel Units around Suraban. You must have listened to Dark Legion?” Sandra asked.
“Yeah,” Leia replied.
“They played the last Gathering and Uthiam, Greever and Iffram all use to run with the Dark Legion Gangrel unit before they played a Gathering and their first album went straight in to number one in the album charts and stayed there for eight weeks,” Sandra said.
“No way!” exclaimed Leia.
“Yes way,” said Sandra, “I have one of the original 1000 signed copies given to the Gangrels street gang five years ago. The first world tour they did, the first gig played was at command and both my self and my twin Paul were introduced that evening, as was the last gig exactly a year later.”
“Correct a misnomer of mine, the Gangrels are a street gang and being a member would involve me getting involved in gun fights and such. I admit I know nothing of guns, my dad has a pistol, and has shown me it a few times, but I’ve never fired one,” Annabel said.
“No being a member of the Gangrels does not mean that you will be expected to join in our bread and butter work of providing combat assistance to other street gangs. All Gangrels what ever they plan to do in the Gangrels undergo basic training at Command, its thirteen weekends, and at least two nights a week. During this period you are taught how to handle your selves in both unarmed and armed combat, you will be taught how to safely handle and operate fire arms from pistols all the way through to heavy machine guns you see on some pickups heading for a War Zone,” Sandra said, “the Gangrels are far more than just a street gang, our leader Sarah Cutherlate runs the Gothage clothing stores, of which we have two branches, both here in Suraban, we also,” and Sandra turned around and shook her head at what Nibs held up to her, “design our own clothing range, called ‘From Hell With Love’.”
“And very soon my designs here in Risers along with the High Label from ‘From With Hell Love’ are going to de shown at Suraban Fashion week in one of the four centres, and we will be providing the models taken from the membership of the Gangrels,” Mads said, “and also the hair and makeup in the form of the master and mistress of Goth iLleathe and Arage. They both agreed last weekend to do the makeup for the models.”
Sandra picked a complete suit, black jacket, trousers and a white shirt, with a Black Tie.
Nibs said, “Perfect, have you got two?”
“Of that one I do,” Mads said as Sandra found the other one.
Then Steven turned and said, “Found mine,” and showed the top of a deep rich blue at the top going to a rich red at the bottom of the jacket and from the same red at the top of the trousers to almost black green and massive flares.
Sandra suggested, “Show us it on.”
“Ok, I will do,” responded Steven and headed for the changing rooms at the back of the shop.
“Can I ask how big are the Gangrels?” Annabel said as she looked at Leia and said, “No the colours don’t go with your complexion.
“Ok,” said Leia.
Sandra turned and looked at Leia complexion and said, “No, I agree with Annabel, but this one goes with you complexion,” and Sandra picked up a single shoulder strap and a lace down the arm to the wrist where there was a hole for a thumb. The bodice was lightly boned, and the skirt fell to the floor and had a short skirt train but it also possible to hook up the train, the colour was a rich violet colour top to bottom.
“That looks beautiful, and thank you Sandra, I’ve only just met you and you are providing me with wardrobe hints,” Leia said.
“Once you’ve shown us respect then we show you respect in return, and we freely offer truthful advice to those people,” Sandra said, and looked at Annabel as she took one of the fully boned dresses from the Elman range, and looked not in a disapproving manor but in a I’m not sure.
Nibs looked over and thought asked Sandra, “What’s the problem with the dress?”
“Nothing, but I’m not sure, keep looking and if nothing jumps out and hits you as perfect that one,” thought replied Sandra.
Steven walked out of the changing room and said, “Now that look I like.”
“Yes, that look is so you Steven,” Sandra said.
Leia looked and smiled and asked, “You single by some remote chance?”
“No I’m not and if you come to the gathering you’ll meet my partner, but thank you for the comment,” Steven said. and turned around, then closed the curtain to the changing room.
Nibs walked over to Mads and quietly asked, “Is down stairs empty?”
“I’ll have to check,” quietly replied Mads and she disappeared on the stairs and the stairs creaked and she opened the door and checked the den. Nibs was looking down the stairs and nodded, ‘Yes it is free’.
Nibs then turned as Mads walked back up the stairs and said, “Shall we chill down stairs after Mads and I have taken care of the bill.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra, and then thought said to Nibs, “Can I take it there’s no Pen Wolf Hound members down stairs?”
“No,” thought replied Nibs. Both Annabel and Leia started to walk towards Mads, Nibs turned to them and said, “That included your two dresses.”
“You serious,” responded Annabel, “These must cost a bit.”
“So,” Nibs stated in a matter of fact way.
“Money is a means to an ends, and as most Gangrels know which corporations are ethical in outlook and work practices and will buy mainly from them. Over the last few weeks I’ve been paid close to 300,000 decks for the last few weeks work, and I’m wanting to invest it, and if my investment is buying you two those dresses and then for them to be worn at the next Gathering, then all the better,” Nibs said.
“No job earns 300,000 decks in a few weeks for people of your age!” said Annabel.
“Ghost work does,” Sandra said, “both me and Nibs hold full ghost licences and all Gangrels hold Provisional Ghost Licences, and when they hit 18 they are pretty much automatically converted to Full Licences. Ghosts like the Gangrel Street Gang and other Gangrel youth groups, because we know the scene, we understand what it takes to put your body on the firing line much better than most street gangs.”
“Why is that?” Leia asked, as Nibs and Mads finished the transaction and Mads then led the group down the stairs and into the Den.
“A lot of Gangrels come from a disadvantaged background, Nibs in the fact she is Trans and would likely find it difficult to fit in and also to find a job, but in the Gangrels we appreciate Nibs for the person she is and the skills she brings to the table,” Sandra replied to Leia’s question up stairs. And follows Mads into the room, Annabel was behind Sandra and then Steven slowly descended the stairs followed by Leia and both Nibs and Daraus along with the Blackie and Pixie riding on his back walked in last and closed the door behind her.
When everyone was in the Den Mads, turned and asked, “What is everyone having to drink?”
Nibs replied, “Coffee here thanks Mads,” and hung up her jacket and took out her PDU and as she walked to the chairs, pressed the net connect button.
Annabel then said, “Thanks, the same as Nibs,” and sat down on one of the single arm chairs.
Leia asked, “Have you got tea?”
“Yes I have,” Mads replied, “and I know Sandra’s drink.”
“You should,” Sandra said as she got out her tin to roll herself a blunt.
“Coffee thanks,” replied Steven as he collapsed into another arm chair and placed the crutches on the ground beside the chair.
Nibs like Sandra took out her tin and loaded her pipe, and took a long drag from it. Nibs then checked what was left and said to Annabel, “Can I offer you this.”
“A pipe,” Annabel replied.
“No, the smoking substance inside,” responded Nibs.
“Why, what is it,” Annabel replied.
Leia smelt the air and then said, “If Annabel ain’t accepting, I’m happy to.”
“No worries then,” replied Nibs and Nibs then passed the pipe to her. Sandra passed her tin to Steven.
“Mads, can you supply a Gangrel smoking pouch and parphania?” Sandra asked.
“Yes I can, including supplying the tin,” Mads replied.
“Would someone tell me please what was in the pipe and what the hell is the smell?” Annabel asked.
“The smell is cannabis, and the substance in the pipe was the same, most Gangrels smoke in some form or another,” Mads said as she walked towards the group carrying a tray.
“Can I ask the two of you,” Sandra said, “what brings you to ask the questions in the first place?”
“The first thing was the comandray you show each other, in the high school both of us go to when ever we see a Gangrel meet another they greet as friends, warmly and never seem to have agendas with one another,” Annabel replied.
“That sounds like Gangrels,” said Sandra, “we take everything as well see it, we try not to pry into people’s past unless they want to tell us, and you only ever get judged on the actions we see. The commandry is from the time spent at Command training, and the fact that you won’t score very highly when you come to test out, with out it. The test out is a live fire exercise in which the unit being tested has to undertake one of the main mission types the Gangrels are known for, except they face three elite defensive units based at command, the highest scoring unit since the training and test out system came into action was the original Bitch Vixens and we are still one of the most highly regarded units on the rosters.”
* * * * * *
Just as the group was about to leave Risers Sandra said, “Can I have an your addresses so we can organise next Savraday?”
“Yes that would be a good idea,” Leia replied, and typed the address and phone number into Sandra’s PDU.
“We’ll give you a ring Darabar or Frodar to organise the weekend,” Nibs said.
The pair turned right and headed towards the main shopping mall, Sandra called out to the disappearing forms, “Another good place to go is Gothage and ask any member of staff, they are all Gangrels.”
“Thanks, will do,” Leia replied and Nibs heard her say, “Those three are really nice, I would have never thought someone would spend 200 decks on a dress they are not going to wear.”
“I know, but it does prove the point that the idiots at school that run with The Hawks don’t stand a chance in a couple of weeks, when they face The Madones, you heard Clowner say they had secured the services of the Beeches Raiders and Beeches Alpha Defence Crew,” responded Annabel.
Nibs then went back to walking to Face Design.
* * * * * *
A few minutes later the six friends where walking down the back alleys and approached Face Design. Nibs pushed the door open and said as she walked in, “iLleathe, Arage you around?”
“Yes we are both up here,” replied Arage and she walked to the railing for the first floor, “Come up Nibs, Sandra.”
“Thanks,” responded Nibs and the group started to ascend the stairs and when they had reached the waiting area they saw a person sat in one of the chairs.
The one iLleathe was washing the hair of looked up as iLleathe finished applying the conditioner said, “Hi,”
Nibs looked at her and said, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“Very likely, I’m Nicholas we met in the odds and ends shop I run a couple of months ago,” Nicholas said.
“Oh I remember now,” Nibs said.
“This is my female personna Janet,” Janet said.
“Good afternoon Janet,” all three Gangrels said.
Arage walked over and asked “What do we owe the pleasure of your visit this day, thought you both would be on vacation before you start at the Academy?”
“No we have an espionage mission to carryout this evening, everyone else is, they are all out at the forest retreat of Darla’s,” Nibs said, “Did you meet Steven last weekend?”
“No,” Arage replied.
“Well then Arage, meet Steven a member of the Gangrel Hunters, and also a member of tonight’s espionage mission,” Nibs said.
“Well if Steven wants shall we get started,” Arage said.
Janet said, “Espionage mission! May I ask, what type of work do you do?”
“All three of us are full ghosts,” replied Nibs, “Janet allow me to introduce my legal partner as of last weekend, when we got married.”
“Congratulations. You must come out one night, I think you would enjoy the scene. I don’t know how true this is but rumour is that there is an all Trans ghost team,” Janet said.
“Does this ghost team, contain a ghost who goes by the street name of ‘The Mincer’?” iLleathe asked
“I think so,” Janet replied.
“I imaged consulted a full time trans ghost by the name ‘The Mincer’ a couple of years ago, a very angry young female. I was never able to get to the bottom of what made her angry, but I’ve heard similar rumours,” iLleathe replied.
“Another rumour from the local wider LTBG (Les, Trans, Bi, Gay) Scene is that the scene has friends in an elite team and that they ain’t native to the planet,” Janet said, “not actually having seen one I won’t make a comment on the fact.”
Nibs thought said to Sandra, “This is interesting.”
“Yeah, the Pen should be told of these rumours,” thought replied Nibs
Arage asked Steven as he walked over to the area Arage was standing in, “Now what does the young man, want in the way of a hair style and colour?”
“Something to match the smart style of the clothes I choose today,” Steven said.
“Colours?” Arage asked.
“Purples, mauves and similar colours and ruffed shirts and similar,” replied Steven.
“Right,” responded Arage and said, “using the joystick in the arm, choose the colour you want your hair and also the style you want.”
“Ok,” replied Steven and looked at the screen whilst Arage washed his hair.
“May I ask, does Steven have a partner?” Arage asked.
“Yes I do, Anna from the Hunters,” Steven replied.
“Anna, oh was it the young lady with you over the weekend,” Arage asked.
“Yes it was,” Steven replied, “That style and that colour I think.”
“Would either Nibs or Sandra please collect of me the colours, Red 101, Green 14, and Blue bottle 102, thanks,” Arage requested and Nibs stood and headed down the stairs to the main floor, and wandered the bottle racks and found the three colours and returned with them.
When Nibs got back she asked, “How does this work?”
“Easy, one part of each colour mixed together creates the colour wanted by the customer, this side of the business we don’t make that much money from, the hair dye business and the shampoos, Conditioners is where we make the money,” Arage said and smiled and winked at Nibs who smiled back.
“I wonder how Carole and Ruth are fitting in here especially with the Pen?” asked Sandra.
“That’s easy to answer,” Ruth’s voice said from the back area.
“Hi Sandra, Nibs, Daraus and the rest,” Carole said.
“Urhmm,” said Nibs rather loudly.
As Tarack said, “Yeah hello you two, oh fuck,” as Tarack walked into sight at the bottom of the stairs.
Nibs said, “Janet do you remember the rumour about that team you spoke of earlier.”
“Yeah, why,” Janet said and looked down at the ground floor area and saw Tarack, Ruth, Carole and a couple of Pen members Nibs had not seen before.
“What the fuck is going on!” Janet exclaimed.
iLleathe said in a matter of fact tone, “I wish my clients would stop moving so I can style there hair for this evening.”
“Sorry iLleathe,” Janet said, “Would someone mind explaining what the hell is going on.”
“Janet, meet Tarack a non native to Darra Von, his race is Wolfen,” Arage said.
“Janet look at me,” said iLleathe, “What do you see in front of you?”
“I see iLleathe one of the best hair stylists in Darra Von,” replied Janet.
“Right, guess what, I’m an Elf,” and iLleathe took his hair away from his ears which were pointed and when Janet looked at the face, she did see the differences in the structure, “I was born in to slavery. When I was sixteen, roughly, I was selected to become a warrior slave for my master the High Lord,” iLleathe said.
“Good afternoon Janet,” Tarack said, “I know for a fact Nibs and Sandra wouldn’t have met Urick a coalition Ursa Warrior, Jabb a coalition full conversion cyborg,” then another Dog Boy walked into view, “and Wayne a Coalition Sniffer. We’ll head back to base, chat to you two later today.”
“Done,” replied Ruth.
The rest of the guys then moved out back the way they had come. Ruth and Carole both climbed the stairs and joined Nibs and Sandra. “How are the two newly weds then, have a good first week?”
“Yes thanks, we’re fine thank you, how about yourselves, how you finding it?” Sandra asked.
“Oops I boobed,” whispered Carole.
“No you didn’t but you have to be so careful, one fuck up could spell disaster for everything,” Nibs whispered Nibs.
“Running with the Pen, that’s fun, since we arrived here late afternoon Moroth, we’ve been seeing the area, they run in a large area, all over the north of Suraban,” said Ruth.
“Yeah it is fun,” said Carole, “saw Gareth this morning from Gangrel command. Sarah said she is organising me and Ruth to get some training in Light Powered Armour in a couple of weeks, she says it will allow us two the chance to keep up as the Pen move so fast.”
“Bloody hell, nice firepower,” Nibs said as she saw the pistol on Ruth’s hips.
“Yeah, a modified Coalition laser pistol and a Academy built CP-50 Pulse assault laser rifle,” Ruth said, “You should see the weapons Carole carries.”
“Yeah, a Academy built Wilks Pulse laser pistol, and a Pulse Particle rifle,” Carole said.
Sandra said, “Ruth, Carole a friend of ours told us earlier today that he is selling his stake in the Demology Café in the Harlaquinas Shopping Mall. We thought it would give the Pen a front into the main stream and also provide a place where members of the network can meet and chill.”
“Yeah,” Ruth said, “I was made redundant a few weeks ago and I have been thinking about what to do with the redunency money.”
“We will also ask, Melanine as she use to run a Diner,” Nibs said.
“True she did,” Carole said, and rolled up a blunt, and then said, “I was able to give up baccy last week.”
“Well done Carole,” said Sandra.
* * * * * *
A good hour and a half later Nibs, Sandra, Daraus, Steven and the fairies arrived back at the FAV and loaded the clothes into the back.
Nibs said, “You think you’re up for driving the FAV to Command Steven?”
“I noticed you guys, don’t give a shit who drives,” Steven said, “Yeah why not. I think I had better learn quick.”
“True, my first motor bike lesson was driving from South Central to here,” Nibs said, “Via the sub-surface tunnels and similar.”
“Do you want to teach him or shall I,” Nibs asked Sandra.
“I will,” replied Sandra, “I noticed you connected to the Net when we walked into the Den at Mads.”
“Yeah, I was seeing if any updates were available for my PDU and also to down load a file I saw had arrived from Jackson, one of the ghosts I knew when I was working with Cameron’s raiders,” Nibs replied, and climbed into the gunners seat.
Sandra climbed into the passenger’s seat and said, “It was good seeing Ruth and Carole again.”
“Tell me about it, boy have they fitted in quickly with the Pen,” Nibs said.
Steven climbed into the drivers seat and passed Nibs his crutches and Sandra passed the key card to Steven who inserted it and turned it, and nothing happened. “Why ain’t it working?”
Sandra replied, “It’s one of the anti theft devices, slightly push the accelerator and push the key card in.”
Steven did that and the engine started first time, he then pushed the clutch and two wheel drive reverse and reversed the FAV out of the bay, he then selected first and slowly accelerated towards the exit down ramps.
Soon Steven was accelerating up the Cove bound IC1 on ramp, very quickly he pulled over one lane and was cruising at 120mph, sometimes hitting 130 maybe 140mph.
Twenty minutes later Sandra said, “Next exit Steven.”
“Ok,” replied Steve and checked the rear view mirror and indicated right and moved over one lane and began to slow as they passed the quarter of a mile sign indicating exact places, one of which was the small area of the town called Mercenary Quarter, Seventy two mercenary units have their main recruitment offices in the area. The Gangrel Mercenary home are three housing estates to the North east of Gangrel Command. Steven slowed and dropped down the off ramp and cornered at about 25MPH.
Nibs said, “Nice corner.”
“Thanks, the FAVs them selves help massively,” Steven replied, “they handle incredibly well.”
“I know, if I didn’t love bikes so much I could be tempted to switch to an FAV, but I love bikes, two wheels and the wind in your face. Nothing to stop you instantly dying if you fuck up and hit tarmac at 120plus MPH,” said Sandra.
“I love two wheels, and the mobility I have when on them,” Nibs said.
“I hope some one knows the way from here,” Steven said.
* * * * * *
Ten minutes later the FAV is pulling up to Gate 2 or the gate that handles all extra Gangrel activities. Thomas who was in charge of the gate walked over to the FAV and said, “Business please?”
Sandra showed him her Gangrel pass which he took and scanned through the reader.
“Sorry about that but few people use Gate Two and I generally know all the ones that do,” Thomas said.
“No problem, we don’t generally come to command, and this time its better for us not to be logged as going in,” Sandra said.
Thomas indicated to the Trainee in the booth to open the gate. The bar raised and the road barrier disappeared into the ground.
Steven drove pass the Gate and said, “Why is it better that we aren’t logged?”
“The Gangrel’s currently are made up from two separate factions the main one led by Sarah, and one led by Timothy, the commander of the South East Zone and also Sarah’s rival in the leadership skates, he has resented the fact he got passed over for the leadership. We know Timothy is plotting against us, but with out proof, we can’t do anything about it,” Sandra said.
“Do you remember Adrian?” Nibs asked.
“Yes I do, nice person,” Steven said.
“Yes a very nice person, but he has an advantage that he converted and changed sides so to speak, and with a bit of work we will hopefully be able to place Adrian and his girlfriend into Timothy’s organisation. Where we hope to be able to crack it and take him down,” Nibs said.
“And as Timothy is a zone commander he can view the records of which unit uses what, at command and other things. As the Vixens don’t use command very much at all, the more we use it the more it may flag and things go tits up,” Sandra said.
“Arh, I think I understand you know,” Steven said as he turned into the hanger and drove close to the control panel Sandra got out and pressed L3 button and the lift started to move down, thirty seconds later the lift reached the third level. Steven drove off and arrived at the back entrance to Street command.
Sandra rang Sarah and said after the his were said, “Where are you we are at the back of command.”
“Come through and get changed and meet me and Uthiam in my flat,” Sarah replied.
“Ok, see you in a bit,” Sandra said.
* * * * * *
Nibs knocked on the entrance to Sarah’s flat and heard, “Come in Nibs, Sandra and Steven it’s open.”
“Thanks,” replied Nibs as she opened the door and the group walked in. Sarah and Uthiam was sitting around the coffee table looking at some satellite images which had been just taken.
“There’s coffee in the perculator, Mily in the fridge. I don’t go for formality make it your bloody self,” Sarah said.
“Ok,” said Nibs and headed for the kitchen and the perculator. Nibs soon returned with a tray with coffees on, Sarah and Uthiam had sat back and taken long draws on the blunts they both were smoking. Nibs sat down and asked, “Can I guess by the photos you are looking at Trivvoth’s place?”
“Yeah and the current security he has working the party, it looks like he has ten goons that think they are security, and another eight who will probably be added to it when the guests start to arrive. Something is wrong through, either he confident of his people abilities or there’s something amiss,” Uthiam replied, “was sent the invite and a list of those who have confirmed. You’ve go the VP of record sales from Creation Universal, the head of the music department at Mirror Planetary Group. To name two who are going.”
“Be on our guard then,” Sandra said.
“Yeah I think so,” said Uthiam, “but the one bonus is that Gareth will have the bodyguard unit ready to go should the situation warrant it.”
“When are we going then?” Sandra asked.
“Arrival around 08:30 and aim to depart by 13:00,” Sarah replied.
“Ok,” said Sandra.
“What type of locations do we have set up, remember we need a booster station within 300metres of the bugs,”
“Gareth has already installed a unit 140 metres from the site inside one of the local Cable Boxes. We have a couple of posts set up one watching the front and also set to receive the signals from the bugs, and a second one using an Academy Ultra 26 Laser Mic and white noise filter to listen to the conversations had in the private room Adrian told us about, and so far, and the post has only been up and running for a couple of days. We know he uses as standard a Greecham 4560 Beta white noise generator, but we know he had a meeting with a couple of people yesterday one was called Rakcam and the other one called Sisko, from what was said, it looks like Trivvoth may either have had a few people bio-modified or is planning on having it done,” Sarah said and took another draw on her blunt and then passed it to Steven.
Steven said, “Thanks, what do you want me to do?”
“Just be around, the story is that Sarah has only just taken you on and are new to the industry generally, which should mean they will be slightly more helpful and explain things,” Uthiam said, “Who’s making contact with Sophie?”
“I’ll ring Adrian and see if she has phoned yet,” said Nibs and took out her PDU and walked a short distance away and rang Adrian.
Who answered, “Hi Nibs, how’s you and Sandra?”
“We’re ok, has Sophie rung yet?” asked Nibs.
“No, we arranged an early time today for this reason, I was going to tell her to look for Uthiam,” responded Adrian.
“Ok, I’ll let you go then,” said Nibs and hung up, “Uthiam, Adrian is going to tell Sophie to look for you.”
“Right,” Uthiam said, “Lets chill before the party.”
* * * * * *
Nibs drew the Limo up to the front of Trivvoth’s and both her and Sandra got out and handed the keys to the gent dealing with the cards. A gent opened the door to the Limo to allow Uthiam, Sarah and Steven out. Nibs moved to the back of the Limo and opened the boot and removed Steven’s wheel chair and opened it and Steven collapsed into it and collapsed the crutches and clipped them to the side of the chair. Stood at the front door was a gent and on his arm was a very pretty lady. Nibs pushed Steven up the ramp and down the short run to the house.
“Welcome Uthiam, Sarah, Steven to my home and party, please enjoy yourselves,” Trivvoth said.
As Nibs passed the female, she saw a wanting in her eyes. Just inside was a couple of late teens serving glasses of Chatar to every guest.
The girl on the right asked, “Drink madam?”
“No thanks,” replied Nibs, “I have to drive back this evening.” The waitress smiled at the answer. Nibs followed Uthiam and Sarah towards the back of the house.description Both Nibs and Sandra’s ears and eyes were alert and constantly on the move and watch. When the group had reached the back garden they saw a large pool and surrounds lovingly looked after by the garden crew. On the lawn was a bar and beside that was a buffet, mingling around, were a few women.
One walked over the Uthiam and Sarah and quietly said, “Are you Uthiam, Adrian told me to look for you.”
“Arh, Sophie,” said Sarah, “we are working to release you, but we will need you to help in the gathering of evidence. The pair behind is Steven and the person you spoke to last Frodar.”
“Thank you,” Sophie said and moved past Uthiam and Sarah and approached Steven and Nibs.
Nibs stopped as Sophie approached, Nibs smiled at her. “Good evening miss,” said Steven like Nibs smiling a pleasant smile.
Sophie mouthed, “Thank you for caring.”
“Your welcome,” said Nibs, “I just hope we can help you become free.”
Sophie turned and walked towards the main house.
Steven pulled on Nibs arm and Nibs bent down. Steven said when Nibs’ head was lower, “Nice woman.”
“Yeah, I agree,” Nibs said then Nibs thought said to Sandra, “remember what Adrian told us about his friend who, he’s not seen since he joined the Gangrels.”
“Yeah I do, you remember his name hun?” Sandra thought replied.
“Johnson I think,” Nibs thought said, “Blackie where are you?”
“On the first floor looking for a way into the sealed room and also getting some idea on the layout of the building,” Blackie thought replied.
A gent had stopped with Uthiam and Sarah and had started to chat to them, Nibs heard everything as if she was next door. Nibs saw Sandra head off in the direction of a block of toilets.
The gent was from Music Principles and Sound, Promotions company looking to sign a few big names to perform at a new venue building built in the South east of the city in South West Ridge District, the planned completion date is late 2068, with the first concert with in three months of the venue opening.
Nibs pushed Steven over and took a step back, Sarah then said, “No Nibola, you are head of security and this concerns you as well.”
Nibs nodded to Sarah and stepped forward and after the gent had explained the idea to Nibs and Steven. Steven opened the Tablet and entered the possible dates for the gig into the tablet.
Nibs asked, “Who would be running the back stage security as Dark Legion have there own crew and security detail?”
“We employ our own security company, may I enquire the experience you security detail has?” Charles asked.
“Yes, all the people who work the security detail are specialists in security operations and they all hold full ghost licences,” Nibs said.
“Ok,” Charles said, “I don’t think the firm I employ can provide that level of experience.”
“Few can,” Nibs said, “and the point,” and Nibs slyly winked at Sarah who picked up on the wink and nudged, Pixie hovered in front of Steven and indicated no, “The Gangrel Security group are some of the most professional security forces the planet has seen. Some people who have employed them say they are as good as Sec Com.”
“If that is the truth, that’s some claim you make,” Charles said.
“It can be backed up by live video footage of the forces securing three Sec Com Combat operatives during the last stages of the Wacker War,” Sarah said.
“Oh, I remember the footage from Digital News,” Charles said, “Impressive to say the least, I would love to know where the heavy armour originated from.”
* * * * * *
Sandra entered the loo just after Sophie did, as Sandra entered a group of three women, all in the employ of Trivvoth, departed after she heard one of then saying, “having fun Sophie,” Sandra heard the sneer in the woman’s voice and took a mental image of the person.
Sandra found Sophie fixing her blusher and other make up, Sandra walked up beside her and said, “A message from Adrian, he loves you.”
“You too!” exclaimed Sophie, “How many are here?”
Sandra thought said to Pixie, “To me Pixie now,” and then Sandra said to Sophie, “eight in total.”
“Eight, I counted five earlier,” Sophie said.
“Some members may not look like they should not be members and some only visible to those gifted,” Sandra said as Pixie flew in and landed on the window sill in front of Sophie. Sandra then placed her hand over Sophie’s hand and said, “A gift from me to you Sophie, The Gift of True sight,” and before Sophie appeared Pixie, and Sandra then said, “meet one of the other two members only those gifted can see.”
“Ok, I had a guess the Gangrel’s were special when I saw the net feed from the Club, I can’t wait to see Adrian again.”
Two other females from the staff walked in chatting. Sandra turned towards the door and departed as if nothing had happened, Pixie flying just above her shoulder.
Sophie turned around and walked into the loo and sat down and thought, ‘Was that a fairy I saw? No can’t be they don’t exist do they.’ Sophie then heard the action of a card cutting a line of Rim-de and then she got up, flushed the loo, then she walked out and washed her hands. As she exited one of the pair snorted a line. Sophie walked out and turned towards the swimming pool and saw Blackie fly out of the house and hover beside Nibs’ head. She thought, ‘May be I was wrong, maybe fairies exist.’
* * * * * *
One of the security goons walked over to Nibs and Sandra and asked, “Are you two carrying?”
“We are and we are not,” Nibs replied.
“What the hell do you mean by that,” the security goon said.
“I mean that we are carrying but not in the way you think, we are both experts in armed and unarmed combat and we both carry weapons to that end,” Nibs said.
“Arh, ok,” the security goon said and then said under his breath as he turned away, “Two people to be avoided.”
Nibs looked at the disappearing form and thought said to Sandra, “did you hear what he said under his breath?”
“Yes I did,” Sandra thought replied.
Nibs then spots Trivvoth walk from the house to the garden.
“Our host has arrived,” Sarah said, as Trivvoth walked and chatted with the president of FTT Music, one of the largest record labels on the planet. “Interesting the chair of a AAA corporation, I wonder what brings him here.”
Sandra thought said to Blackie and Pixie, “Get the fuck out of here now,” and then to Nibs, “I’m sensing the same type of evil eminting from him as I got off Timothy’s group.” Both the fairies shot off into the sky and flew away towards where Gareath was. Sandra then whispered in both Uthiam and Sarah’s ears, “Be very careful around him, I’m getting the same evil from him as I get from Timothy.”
“Ok,” both of them replied.
Nibs thought said, “Can you keep your form Daraus?”
“Yes, he can’t beet the metamorphis, Angel people have the ability to hold both forms simulanteously,” Daraus said.
“What about us hun?” Sandra said.
“What about us, let him see, let him be warned that we do exist and we are not scared to look him in the face, hun this war is not just about armed battles, its also about winning the war before it starts with espionage and intelligence,” Nibs said, “and remember we are security he’s not going to be looking at us, Sarah, Uthiam and Steven are the main people here.”
“True,” thought replied Sandra.
Trivvoth approached and said, “Uthiam from Dark Legion, the bands manager Sarah Cutherlate and her PA Steven, Mr Funnitsu the president of FTT Music.”
“The pleasure is ours sir,” Uthiam said.
As Trivvoth moved the VIP on Nibs was glared at by one of the body guards, Nibs looked at him and smiled.
Nibs thought said, “I think I was made as someone to be warry of.”
“If not you then definetly me,” thought replied Sandra, “my only question is, is Trivvoth hosting or is he in bed with the guy, as if he’s in bed with the guy, that brings a whole new level to the game.”
“I would agree it has taken on a new very much more deadly edge,” Nibs thought replied.
“Especially for Sophie,” Sandra said.
“This stay’s between us two and maybe Sarah and Uthiam, not Steven,” Nibs said.
Steven pulled Nibs down and asked, “Where’s Blackie and Pixie?”
“Sandra has sensed the presence of an unknown evil and as we aren’t sure how powerful the magic is that hides the fairies, we’re not risking it,” Nibs said, and then thought said to Sandra, “can you aura check the two security goons.”
“Done,” thought replied Sandra, and then after a few seconds thought said, “Blue, for Mage right hand side, and a yellow on then left. I have no idea what yellow means.”
“I wonder if he’s not detected us but detected my Naj Blades,” Nibs thought said.
“Possibly,” said Sandra.
* * * * * *
About 10:00AN a large circular ring was rolled out on the large lawn beside the swimming pool and into it walked an announcer who said, “Ladies and gentlemen. Honoured guests, I bring you this evening’s entertainment, Three major fights in the tradition of the Suraban Street Fighting Circuit I bring to you all the way from a village in south Deum. One of the most hazardous waste lands on the entire planet, few people live there, and even fewer venture, Greeash the Terrible and his opponent a female unmatched in fighting skill, a holder of multiple black belts including the fabled art of Hibbian. Madam Zeatto.”
From both sides of the house the fighters emerged, Nibs looked around and saw a few people on the Balcony built between the two wings of the house. Nibs glanced at each and saw two people whom he had seen yesterday. Nibs thought said to Sandra, “Look at the balcony, see the tall one and the coloured human. They both with Metzza yesterday. I don’t think he’s made me, but you never know.”
“I doubt it both of them went and faced Vixen Bravo,” thought said Sandra, “I guess fixing the place has gone out of the window.”
“Yeah, somewhat,” Nibs thought responded.
Daraus thought said to Nibs as he was sitting on Steven’s lap, “The guy is hiding ten Magickal Tattoos on his legs, I can’t determine which ones though.”
“Ok,” thought replied Nibs.
The fight in the ring started. The male was good, but the female was superior, she knew the body to a degree few people did.
Nibs watched her fight and saw few obvious openings, and said to Sarah, “She’s good.”
“They both are,” said Sarah.
“The male is out classed in the skill stakes, but may be able to withstand the punishment she’s dishing out,” Nibs said.
Sandra looked around and saw a few of the company officials looking as if they were enjoying the entertainment. She then looked back and saw the Mr Funnitsu walk out and greet the pair from yesterday and the other fighters.
Nibs bent down and quietly said to Steven, “activate the web cam and turn it so its facing the balcony and video record the scene, I don’t give a shit about the battery, we are not fixing the place today. Judgement call on my part, but it’s too risky.”
“Yeah I gathered that, by the fact you sent Blackie and Pixie away,” Steven said.
A one of the females wandered up to Uthiam and Sarah and asked, “Would you like to place a bet on the outcome?”
Uthiam replied, “No thanks.”
Sarah smiled at her and made it very plain she should go away. Sarah then quietly said, “I hate it but it not enough to anything, it’s a private party and as long as the house can cover the debt no incident has occurred.”
“But what happens here means he probably does other schemes and gambling is more than likely to be at the top of the list,” Sandra quietly said.
“You are beginning to sound more and more like Nibs, Sandra,” Sarah said. Sandra smiled at the comment and went back to watching and listening.
After a good twenty minutes of fighting, with the bout going first to the female then to the male and back to the middle them to the male where Nibs was estimating it was now. The Female landed a superb three kick combo and the last kick landed against the targets temple and he span away to land a good couple of metres away. Nibs looked at the balcony and saw the tall gent chatting to Mr Funnitsu. A small gent dressed in a similar fashion as Toma does, walked over to the gent, who said, “Thank you, the language he heard the gent and Mr Funnitsu was similar to the one Nibs has listened to during the cult raid. Nibs thought, ‘Dragonese,’ then Nibs thought said to Daraus, “can you understand Dragonese?”
“A bit, it’s like life skills, we learn as we go and I have a limited understanding so far,” Daraus thought replied.
The announcer returned to the ring and said, “Ladies and gents, I bring you a champion of street fights in Naban and the Gladiatorial games held in Mantranna the new capital of Naban. Rakcam, and his opponent a master fighter, skilled in the combat arts of South Aticca Jal-ruuk.”
Both the fighters appeared and walked to the ring, Rakcam confident of his abilities, Jal-ruuk unsure of what his opponent could do, Nibs guessed and thought said to Sandra, “Watch and learn, we will be facing Rakcam in battle at some point. The fight was very one sided with Rakcam, breaking his opponent’s neck. Sandra thought said to Nibs, “I’m getting a strange aura, a green and light red one.”
Daraus said, “Sorry for listening on your conversation, but you say green and light red, can up be more accurate.”
“A leaf green and a light red, not quite pink, but still had enough red to show it being red,” thought replied Sandra.
“Thank you, Rakcam in a metamorphosed Fire Dragon,” Daraus said, “pass any aura colours you don’t know through me, I know most of them and can determine by my own abilities what the colours I don’t know are.”
“What does yellow mean then?” Sandra then thought asked.
“Psionics, the shade normally indicates what the gifted person is, deep deep yellow, normally means either a Mind Melter or a Mind Bleeder mid yellow, generally meant you were gifted with technology understanding. Light yellow, normally means you have been gifted but it’s weak,” Daraus said.
“Not quite mid yellow, but more darker than light,” Sandra thought said.
“Sounds, like a weak Psi-Assassin or maybe a Psi-Stalker.” Daraus thought replied.
* * * * * *
After a couple more hours of socialising and watching the odd street fight, Rakcam walked over just as the group were preparing to leave and said, “I hear that you two a masters of armed and unarmed combat.”
“You heard right,” Nibs said as all five looked at him and Sisko as he walked over and stood beside Rakcam, “as your master Metzza knows all to well. Now we don’t want to make a scene do we.”
Daraus said in Rakcam head, “And I am more than capable of forcing you from your metamorphis. So nothing more will be said of this, oh and the change would be permanent, I may look small but never underestimate the power small things have,” and the voice left Rakcam head.
Rakcam knew immediately that the voice wasn’t lying when he said that, he had been able to breeze passed his mental defences and the ones provided by the Medal of Dominance, and smiled at the group. As the group turned the corner heading back for the where the cars were, Daraus removed the visages of the group from both Sisko and Rakcam, so all each could remember was they had seen and chatted to two of the enemy and they had been spotted and identified.
Daraus thought said to both Nibs and Sandra, “I removed the visages of all of us from both their minds, he knows he was made and that his enemy made him, but he just can’t remember your faces. Nibs climbed into the drivers seat and drove away from the site and headed back for Command, just before the junction for CW23 the group swapped vehicles and both Sarah and Uthiam drove back to command in an normal car and Nibs, Sandra, Steven, Daraus and both Blackie and Pixie climbed into the FAV they had borrowed, Steven sat in the drivers seat.
Sarah said, “See you next weekend.”
“Yes oh as well as the four introductions we are also bringing two guests we met today at Risers, they are called Annabel and Leia, and we told them to go to Gothage and ask questions,” Sandra said.
“Ok. Thanks for the heads up, what do they look like?”
“Annabel, long red hair, and Leia, short dark blond bob style.” Nibs said.
“Ok, I’ll let the crew know and we’ll look out for them and make sure they are made to feel welcome, you think they may join?” Sarah said.
“I think so, but don’t push Sarah, you may have the gift of the gab, but people who turn themselves are more loyal to the cause, than those turned by sales sepal,” Nibs said.
Steven started the FAV and turned south and joined the CW and headed for Coast Side IC1 and the club.
“Enjoy the evening Steven, even though we never did bug the place,” Nibs said.
“Yeah, and what happened tonight is standard for the street fighting scene?” Steven asked.
“No, fights are normally more open affairs with lots of punters, illegal gambling is an element of street fighting that the scene can’t shake,” said Nibs, “I know this because I have always been very interested in street fighting and the circuit.”
* * * * * *
When the group had arrived back Nibs and Sandra dropped him off out the back, Anna walked over whilst Nibs got the wheel chair out and placed the clothes in it.
Anna said, “Taken my Steven shopping without me, have you.”
Nibs and Sandra smiled sweetly and innocently, and Anna said, “I hope you enjoyed it hun.”
“I did, it gave me time to think and understand,” Steven said, and the when Nibs had climbed into the driver’s seat turned and said, “See you Savraday then.”
“No, Frodar. We are back for the school’s Graduation Ball,” Nibs said.
“Well anyway, enjoy your vacation,” Steven and Anna both said and turned and walked back into the apartment and up to bed. Nibs and Sandra drove up to the club in silence both of them mulling over things and the events of the evening and how this may be used to the advantage of the Conspiracy.
Nibs and Sandra both fell asleep in each other’s arms, Daraus curled up and the foot of the bed and both Blackie and Pixie asleep beside Daraus.
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The Vixens are on Vacation.
On Savraday morning around 09:00 all of the Vixens excluding Nibs and Sandra as they would be travelling up on Sumdar after they had completed the Espionage mission to Trivvoth’s, stood outside the front of the Club, bikes and riders loaded and ready to depart, Tina said, “CW6 then CW5 then IC5, then off at Forest Scope.”
“We should be there in three, three and a half hours max,” said Paul, “Lets roll.”
The entire group started to move down the main road and passed Gangrel Apartments. Gary was sat outside looking at a couple of reports and heard the group approach the main gate and looked over at then and waved them bye. Everyone waved back and the gate opened and let the vehicles out they turned right and then at the secondary road that ran along the north side and then right again at the far end of the road and then after travelling down the east side they passed under the CW and turned right and accelerated up the CW on ramp, and as soon as they had joined the CW indicated left and moved across one lane and accelerated to about 100mph and were soon cruising down the CW.
Flashing past the group was bill boards designed to sell the drivers on the CW items and gadgets they didn’t really need, but wanted because the guy across the street has one. A lot of the tower blocks they passed as they travelled through Valley Rise District were in the low hundreds of floors, most had at least 90 some more than 150 floors, but these were rare as it did require a specific type of bedrock to construct on using the techniques available to the constructors. As the group approached the junction of CW6 and CW5 they saw a new office block being constructed to the north of CW6 the five tower Cranes where being used to construct some surface facilities, the main tower itself had three cranes sprouting from the very top of the main tower. Jum took a quick look at the tower as they cornered on the CW interchange ramp and estimated that it probably had close to 70 floors already. The billboard hung from one of the cranes said, Tower Block is being constructed for Music Principles and Sound by TXG. Another project made to the upmost safety standards.
Jum said to Wong who was driving, “If it wasn’t TXG I would say bullshit to the caption line.”
“Yeah I know, so would I,” said Wong and she accelerated down the on ramp of CW5 and like the rest of the guys was soon pushing 100 to 110mph after ten minutes they were approaching the IC5 Junction and pulled over one lane and fed down the long high speed curve accelerating to 150mph and the group were soon pulling across from the onramp and the pulled across on the middle lane and kept at 150 and were soon approaching the IC3 interchange and they swept past the interchange.
Paul said, “I will need fuel before we hit forest scope, so I say we stop at the IC5 Services just before we leave the City.”
“Yeah, no problem, I must admit the engine on the FAV is efficient I think we must have done over 2000miles on a full tank,” said Jum.
“That is good, how big is the tank,”
“No idea, I think it’s about 100 gallons,” Wong said, “looking at the fuel gauge I would say we also need a fill up.”
“Ok, so everyone is stopping then at the services,” Abs said as the group indicated and pulled over a lane and accelerated past a two train road train. The driver pulled the horn on the tractor and from inside the cab did the biker salute of the fist into the air. Abs also noticed a young female sat in the cab of the tractor, and she to did the salute and was smiling as the group accelerated away.
After only ten more minutes of driving the group approached the IC1 interchange and the IC5 City Services. Tina as she was leading at the time indicated left and pulled over one lane and then took the high speed service road which took then round and brought then to the main services. The bikes drove to the fuel station and Paul and Wong pulled up beside one pump and on the opposite side pulled Paul, both Wong and Jum climbed out and Jum headed into the kiosk to pay for all the fuel. Paul finished first as Wong had only put in 30 gallons when Abs pulled up and started to fill, a car pulled away Ren guided his and Hell Bright’s FAV to the now free pump and started to fill the almost empty tank.
Wong finished as Angel who was after Abs had pulled up and was about to start. Wong look at the display and saw it read 84 Gallons, she mouthed, “Fuck me,” and climbed into the FAV and pulled it forward and Wong said, “I hope someone has the key to get in?”
“Yeah I do Wong,” replied Tina as she drove up to the pump Wong had used. Very soon afterwards everyone had finished filling and Jum had paid the 780deck fuel bill and walked out and climbed into the driver’s seat and waited for every bike rider to don a helmet and make sure that it was secure.
When that was done everyone started their vehicles and they accelerated out of the fuel station and they then slowed for the toll booth.
Ren pulled his FAV to the window and said, “Six bikes, two sub compacts.”
The guy in the booth said, “No way, it is a sub compact.”
“Hell Bright,” Ren said, and Hell Bright showed him the Vehicle licence document which said Sub Compact.
“Ok, then six bikes 2 Subs, 10 Decks thanks,” the guy said and took the ten Deck note and opened the barrier and let the bikes and the two FAVs through.
Soon the group were accelerating to 150mph again and the group sped through the outskirts of the Metro, all the middle and high income housing estates stretched on the both sides for a good few miles, soon the group had sped out of the suburbs and was crossing the farm land that ringed the city and stretched south down the western sea board.
Claire said over the comm. system, “Did anyone hear the news a couple of days ago?”
“What was it about Claire,” replied Tina.
“The drought the city been suffering from, the reporter said if we don’t get rain the second crops this year will fail due to the lack of water, and with the rest of the world slowly going to hell in a hand basket, I think we’re fucked,” said Claire.
“I did hear that story,” said Jum, “Who here is up for some language lessons, specifically Jarrzarian?”
“Me,” replied Hell Bright.
“And me,” said Claire, “It would be fun to learn.”
After about thirty fifteen minutes of driving the group drove over IC10 and was then into Surra proper rather than under the Suraban City Government.
“This would have been the furthest I would have been from Suraban since we met Jaboc,” said Ren to Hell Bright.
“I know Ren,” responded Hell Bright as Ren indicated and pulled over one lane and like the rest of the group passed a five trailer Road Train.
The driver pulled the horn which the group replied to and accelerated, After forty minutes the group arrived at the exit for Forest scope and then the forest retreat. Jum as his and Wong’s FAV was currently in the lead indicated right and pulled over two lanes sat in the gunner’s seat was their two fairy companions Zarribrr and Meellium both of them enjoying the speed the pair were pulling as they drove down the IC. As soon as the group had left the IC, Abs slowed as did the rest of the bikes and they all took off their helmets and clipped them to the bikes and then continued on happy that within forty minutes they would be chilling at the Forest Retreat for the next week, then the Graduation Ball, and on Savraday the Gathering arranged to say good bye to the old Vixens and hello to the New Bitch Vixens, which the thought of made Abs and Tina smile.
As the group approached Forest Scope, Tina said, “Who remembers what the food situation was like at the retreat?”
“Pretty crap, I think we brought most of it back with us when we came back before the festival,” replied Paul.
“I think then we had better get some,” Tina said as she indicated left to cross and enter the local shopping centre. Tina parked up and waited for everyone else to turn around and also park up, the car-park was about half full. Most of the vehicles looked rather laden with supplies for camping trips and the similar.
“Lets go then,” said Abs when everyone had arrived.
“Be thankful we are doing it now rather than arrive and have to come back,” said Tina.
“True,” responded Abs.
* * * * * *
A couple of hours later the group were pulling up in front of the retreat. As the group approached Claire, Jum, Wong, Hell Bright and Ren saw the view from slightly down from the house itself.
Claire said, “Oh god, that is incredible. Its beautiful.”
“Wait until you get to the retreat,” said Paul.
“And we’ll show all of you a view point of beauty,” said Tina.
Then the Retreat came into view the wood panelling of the outside and the slate roof with a couple of sky lights in.
Tina said as they pulled up, “I don’t remember the Sky Lights being present when we were here last time.”
“No nor do I,” responded Paul.
“That’s because they weren’t there,” said Nicolai as he walked around the corner, “Jane arranged for the Academy to restock the Battle store with the latest technology and we constructed three rooms in the attic on the sleeping side and also a way to them from the Veranda and also constructed a small Veranda above the two bed rooms that over look the back. We replaced the security card reader with a standard Academy one which will accept all your pass cards, we’ve left the inside as is, except we have installed a Wireless Satellite link, and I shall see you all next weekend.” Nicolai then turned around and disappeared and then the group heard the sound of Nicolai bike and then saw him drive passed and disappear down the track way.
“Right then. CHILL TIME,” said Tina and she started to walk up the stairs to the open front door. When Tina entered the Retreat she saw the layout hadn’t changed but the dust sheets were off and a fire was going under a slowly turning whole elk. After Tina had dropped her stuff off in her’s and Abs’ room at the front of the retreat, she returned and saw a note which read.
To:- The Vixens
From:- Richard, Nicolai, and Jane.
We’ve stocked the larder with basic provisions, and knowing you, you would have brought food yourselves. As Nicolai said, when you arrived, the conspiracy has restocked the Battle store and also slightly modified the house itself.
The Elk over the Fire Pit was caught by a couple of the third year students from the Academy who spent a week here restocking and modifying the house.
Richard C
Tina read the note and said, “They always amaze me.”
“Who do hun,” said Abs as she walked out of the bedroom area.
“Richard, Nicolai and Jane specifically, the conspiracy as well,” Tina replied.
“How come?” Abs asked.
“Read the note,” replied Tina, “Coffee.” Tina then headed for the percolator and was pouring out her cup when Claire walked out of the bedroom area and looked out of the back, floor to ceiling window, and she just stared at the incredible sight of the Low back Mountains, some of the higher peaks still snow capped, but the forest stretching away as it covered the Low Back foot hills and the forest extended about half way up the mountains.
Claire then said, “I had seen pictures and paintings of the Low Back, but nothing prepared me for that view.”
“It is beautiful ain’t it,” said Paul.
Jum and Wong both walked down the stairs from the bedrooms and they both walked towards the double doors and opened them and Wong stepped out and took a deep breath of the fresh clean Cellum aromaed air. Wong then turned to everyone and said, “I know Nibs already knows this, both of us thank you all for being friends and taking the time to get to know Nibs and Nick,” the Jum said, “and for all of you spending the time to get to know us.”
“Jum by the fact you were a friend of Nick and Nibs meant that you were already a friend of ours, as is Tammeria and Cubbadar,” said Tina as she walked down the stairs from the Kitchen carrying a tray on which was a bowl of sugar, the coffee percolator jug and ten cups. “Let us adjourn to the veranda to have our first drink of vacation time,” said Tina and walked out and set the tray on the table and sat in one of the chairs on the veranda.
The Veranda itself now had an extension along the Cliff and beside the living room above the workshop and lab. The Cliff itself ran very close to the corner of the kitchen area but the veranda was also on supports that were fixed to the cliff side. Around the veranda was a wooden railing and the supports were also curved from locally sourced wood.
The rest of the day was spent chilling.
* * * * * *
On Sumdar morning at 09:00 Nibs, Sandra, along with Daraus and the two fairies Blackie and Pixie sat on their bikes and Nibs and then Sandra rammed the kick starts down Nibs engine kicked and started. Nibs had a subtle smile on her face as she did,
Blackie looked at Nibs and thought asked, “What’s got you so happy?”
“Wait and see,” thought replied Nibs.
Both the bikes pulled out of the Garage, and headed for the back entrance with Daraus riding in the carrier and Blackie sat on the speedometer and the RPM counter. Soon both the bikes were accelerating up the onramp of CW6, as they did Daraus morphed into his other form and just stood in the carrier looking over Nibs shoulder, and were soon cruising at 140mph. After about 10minutes they took the CW interchange ramp and transferred to CW5 and again as IC5 approached. And after spending 15 minutes on the IC5, both Nibs and Sandra pulled over to the side of the IC and put their helmets on and made sure they were secured and then pulled out and a short time later were approaching the Toll booths that marked the edge of Suraban IC patrol control. Nibs paid the two Decks and both her and Sandra accelerated away. Once the Toll booths were out of sight Daraus morphed back to his human form.
Nibs thought asked to Daraus and Blackie, “Helmets you two, where are they?”
“On my head,” thought replied Daraus and when Nibs looked Daraus was wearing a tin hat style Helmet, and when Nibs looked back, so was Blackie and Pixie.
Soon Sandra was along side Nibs pulling the same speed of about 190mph, Nibs then suddenly opened up to close to her 950s maximum speed, Sandra smiled evilly and pulled along side and then opened her 1000 up and pulled away.
Nibs then thought said to Blackie, “You know I said wait and see why I was happy, here’s the reason and Nibs opened hers right up and dropped into seventh gear and was soon easily matching Sandra’s 226, 227 mph Nibs flew past her still accelerating, Sandra looked at the disappearing form of Nibs as they both whipped under a bridge with a couple of IC traffic police officers.
* * * * * *
“Shall we go get them?” asked one of the two officers.
“No, look at the speed the lead one was pulling, 250mph,” said the other one and showed the radar gun to his partner, “he’s already long passed the next bridge and probably approaching the IC10 junction.
* * * * * *
As Nibs and Sandra flew over the IC10, Sandra thought asked Nibs, “What the hell you done to your bike hun?”
“Only had the mechanics install a new 1100cc engine and modified the gears for a high torque low end and a high cruising speed the other end,” Nibs thought replied.
“An 1100!” thought exclaimed Sandra..
“Yeah, what’s my moto hun?” Nibs thought said in reply.
“Fun loving but evil,” Sandra thought replied.
“Bingo,” thought responded Nibs, “You know what my first job is when I get to the retreat hun, find a couple of good thirty to forty centimetre diameter logs and start to made mine and your drums. I’m more than likely to be finishing it at the Academy.”
“I do my own thanks,” Sandra thought said as Nibs slowed to 200mph and Sandra pulled along side and the pair then cruised the last 100 odd miles to Forest Scope’s junction or the gateway to the mountains.
As the pair cruised down the IC, Nibs suddenly saw the retreat as if she was looking through the eyes of one of the people there. Nibs shook her head and concentrated on driving, she also thought, ‘What the fuck.’
Forty minutes after leaving the IC they pair were slowing as they approached the retreat. The time was only 11:40. Wong and Jum who had just walked back in from the view point path saw Nibs and Sandra pull up and Wong wave hello, Sandra waved back and Daraus who had morphed back to wolf form jumped out and padded up the stairs of the retreat and through the open front door. Nibs and Sandra could hear music from inside. Nibs recognized the track as one from his collection at Home Base.
As Nibs entered the front door she asked, “How come, I thought the retreat didn’t have net access?”
“It does now,” replied Ren, “and hello you two. How was the espionage mission?”
Nibs went to say something and thought about it and then said, “Bloody good actually, we now have two more names for the group with Metzza and Abilgail of Narizzan mission.”
“Yeah, how come,” asked Claire.
“Because he is a street fighter and was also at the party, the guy’s name is Rakcam and is a metamorphosed Fire Dragon,” Nibs said, “and I think he was still hurting from the damage the Twins gave him. How come the music?”
“The Academy have made some modifications to the Retreat like installing a satellite wireless link, place three bedrooms in the attic of the bedroom wing, increased the area of the veranda and completely restocked the battle store,” said Hell Bright.
“So, who’s sleeping where now then?” Sandra asked.
“Me and Paul have one of the attic rooms, leaving two free,” replied Claire.
“Right,” responded Sandra, “we’re having the second room then, can I take it the steps outside leads to the attic rooms?”
“Yes and one in the bedroom wing near the internal door,” said Abs, “good cause we guessed you would want one of them and me and Tina nicked your old room,” and Abs smiled at Sandra as she disappeared out and up the stairs to the attic rooms.
Nibs wasn’t too far behind and as soon as they had dumped their stuff on the beds they returned and said, “That was the good bits of the mission, the bad bit, we weren’t able to install any of the bugs.”
“Damn, how come,” asked Jum as he and Wong walked up from the where they had be sitting.
“To much security, the president of FTT Music a Mr Funnitsu was there and was also emitting the same type of evil as Timothy’s group. His personal bodyguard is made from a mage and a psionist ,” Nibs said.
“Ok, right that’s another one to add to the list of people to be dealt with,” said Wong.
“Yeah,” said Nibs.
Ren then walked out carrying a large tray with drinks on. Ren placed a chai latte in front of both Nibs and Sandra and they distributed the other drinks to everyone else. Ren said when Nibs and Sandra had taken a sip and Nibs looked happy with the taste, “I nicked some from the Kitchen a couple of days ago one of the chefs makes a mean chai tea sometimes. He started to keep a supply on tap in the kitchen, all you have to do is to ask at the door for a chai latte and they will give you one there and then, they keep a boiler full of milk and chai right beside the door into the kitchen.”
“I think I’ll have this and then go and look for the logs for mine and Sandra’s drums,” Nibs said.
“What you have a drum Nibs,” Damieel said.
“No Damieel I don’t, I have a drum I can play, but to truly create music, the drum and owner must be one, we have the skin already from our first trip, now I need to made the actual drum itself,” Nibs said.
“Well if we are talking about things we intend to do over the week, I’m planning on getting some practice at drawing some of these scenes up here,” said Abs.
“You finished that picture you were drawing a couple of months ago,” asked Sandra.
“No I haven’t yet, yeah I must finish that,” replied Abs.
* * * * * *
When Nibs and Sandra had finished their cups of Chai, Nibs smiled and nodded bye and both of them disappeared up into the attic. Claire followed Nibs and Sandra, and walked into hers and Paul’s room and dug out her Bikini and put it on and then grabbed her towel and then headed back to the upper Veranda with her sun cream. Her plan was simple enjoy the week sunbathing and just chilling she had found a couple of good net sites with Novels published by the authors them selves.
Nibs and Sandra had soon changed into knee length shorts and vest tops. Nibs, Sandra, Daraus and both the fairies walked out of the front door and they then turned towards the mountains.
Nibs was carrying Daraus’ carrier and asked, “Bike ride?”
“Yeah, why not,” replied Sandra and they walked to the bike sheds and found the mountain bikes still located there and took two out.
Nibs gave hers a quick once over and lifted Daraus to her shoulder and he dropped into the carrier and then Nibs climbed on and raised the chain up one chain ring and dropped the rear down four of the nine gears the rear had. Nibs then pushed off and peddled a short distance and stopped the disk brakes stopping her almost on a Deck coin, Nibs also held her balance perfectly and then bounced the bike round all the time keeping her self as close to vertical as possible. Nibs then accelerated at Sandra and stopped dead as she pulled the front brakes. As Nibs controlled the back down she span on the front and placed the back down at about 135degrees from where she had started, and smiled at Sandra.
“How did you know you would stop that quick?” Sandra asked.
“I didn’t, educated guess as the rest of the stuff is Academy then I guessed these were too and the names and brands I’ve seen on the bike, they are top of the range,” Nibs said and indicated for Sandra to lead which she did up the track heading for the view point, “Yeah, some brands are better than others in certain areas, Shiddar Brakes are the best, they will stop you on a Deck coin. Hence the educated guess. 27 gears is a serious amount to have and I bet there were their for people to use to escape into the mountains, where vehicles other than humans or bike would not be able to go.”
“What about choppers?” Sandra thought asked as she dropped the rear down three and the front up one.
“You get into the deep mountains, and even choppers find it hard, to follow, what with the way the wind is, one minute you have an easy level wind, the suddenly you have an updraft of air or a down draft, those have been know to cause crashes and deaths,” responded Nibs, “Once when I was in Rujuniva me and Tammeria were on a weekend holiday with Tammeria’s parents in the mountains, when a chopper was coming into land on one of the hotel chopper pads and a down draft hit, it smashed the chopper right into the roof, the crash killed all on board and injured three, a mother and her two kids who were playing in the suite below, the entire roof collapsed in on them.”
“Ouch,” said Sandra as the pair plus now wolf boy Daraus looking over Nibs shoulder the pair continued on up the track and when it bent round to head back to the Retreat Sandra pushed on and soon crested the rise the path continued along the edge and round a corner some distance ahead.
The pair cycled down the track, Nibs spotted a log to the left hand side of the track and thought said, “Hang on hun, I may have found something.”
“Ok,” came Sandra’s response and she too stopped and back tracked a bit and looked at the log Nibs had found.
“It looks good, is off the right type a main stem rather than one of the top logs,” Nibs said and tapped it and listened to the sound it made, “don’t sound to bad.”
“Lets mark it and come back if we don’t find better,” Sandra said as she positioned locked the log and then continued on down the track and as they turned the corner Nibs saw a tree trunk over at an angle, but still bedded in the ground.
Nibs took her knife out and took a small piece of bark off and tapped the wood, Nibs then said, “it’s sounds good and solid on the inside and it looks like it still has some moisture in.”
“Right then,” Sandra said, “what do we need now?”
“Axe and some rope and me and you feeling strong,” Nibs said.
The pair then headed back for the Retreat to fetch the axe and a rope. When they had returned they put the bikes away and both walked to the garage opened the doors, inside Nibs saw some of the upgrades to technology, the welder had been changed, all the tools the guys used during operations had been replaced with the latest models, Nibs found the axe she wanted and both her and Sandra who was carrying the rope headed back to the site, it took a good forty five minutes to walk back to the tree. When the group arrived back Sandra who was also carrying some water took a gulp and handed the bottle to Nibs, who also took a gulp and rested the axe’s blade edge against the tree and then climbed onto the trunk and swung and the first mark had been made. Within a few blows Nibs was taking chunks out of the trunk, Sandra had looped the rope around the tree and then using one of the forest trees as a pulley point she pulled on the rope and she could feel the trunk give a little every ten to twelve swings of Nibs’ axe.
After a good thirty minutes Sandra could feel the trunk going and Nibs changed sides and started to attack the opposite side. After about twenty blows with the axe the trunk cracked and Nibs swung the Axe hard against the site and the truck cracked and fell to the ground. Nibs made sure his weight was over the end still stuck in the ground and she then jumped down and bedded the axe in the end of the trunk. Then both Nibs and Sandra dragged the thirty odd foot long log all the way back to the retreat where Nibs went to the armoury and found the machete she had used on the hunting trip. Nibs then returned to the log to start to clean off all the branches and also to peal back the bark.
Claire came out in her Bikini and saw the log Nibs and Sandra had brought back and checked it against her data base of useful plants and extracts, she found that the sap and bark of the Black Cellum tree could be used in the treatment of burns and scolds. Claire walked over to where Nibs was working and listening to her digital player and tapped Nibs on the shoulder and when Nibs had turned around and saw Claire she removed the ear plugs. Claire then said, “Can I have the bark and any sap you collect?”
“Yeah, of course, I was going to use the bark in creating some nice aromas,” said Nibs, “If you can get any sap from it, it was almost dead when we found it, it had been almost ripped from the ground by something.”
“Ok,” said Claire and collected the longest pieces of the bark and disappeared back in doors and passed Sandra on her way out with a cold glass of Cabilla.
When Sandra got back she handed the glass to Nibs who took a long swig and almost emptied half the glass and smiled at Sandra and made one mark and stood on the log and started to remove the top section. When this came off, Nibs marked the length of a drum plus a large amount and swung the axe then went through the trunk and did the same another drum length plus a large bit and again chopped the section from the trunk. The pair then carried the two pieces into the garage and Nibs took down one of the woodsman saws and started to saw through the log a lot closer to the base on the drum and then again at the opposite end.
Sandra was intently watching Nibs as she worked and then when Nibs had finished she passed the saw to Sandra who like Nibs sawed through her log and removed the two mashed ends.
Nibs then said, “The next job is to slowly cook the inside of the log and then to dig out the inner from first the top and then the bottom, this section is a long and time consuming task, as the coals burn the wood we want to dig out. When that is done we can then start to shape the outside of the drum.”
“This must take the people of Rudeash days to do,” Sandra said.
“It does, but the sense of pride though when you ring a beat out your own personal drum, is incredible, I’ve never done it but I did watch Cubbadar make a drum about a month before I left Rudeash,” Nibs said.
“I bet,” Sandra said, “Where are we going to get the coals from though?”
“Forest Scope hardware store or DIY place, all we want really is charcoal that we can light and then use to burn the wood so we can dig it out,” Nibs said.
“Ok,” responded Sandra, “so is that the way you dig out wood then?”
“Yeah,” responded Nibs, “Most traditional cultures use similar ways, some use direct fire others use, coals or similar.”
“I think we have our own personal ethnographer here,” laughed Daraus.
“Thank you,” said Nibs, and the group then got up and headed for the bikes, Nibs first stuck her head around the door and said, “We need anything from Forest Scope, me and Sandra are heading down to buy some cheap charcoal, as we need it to create the sound chamber and bell end.”
“No Nibs, we have generally we have everything we need,” said Paul.
“Ok,” responded Nibs and disappeared out of the door.
* * * * * *
Midday Moroth Sandra’s PDU began to play A Rocker’s Dream, by Kim Hasdarn. She picked it up and saw it was a private number, she then hit the connect button and said, “Hi, Sandra Calton-Patterson, how can I help?”
“Hi Sandra,” said Simon, “I currently sat in my office at the school with Heather. She wishes to speak with the whole of the Vixens.”
“Speak through me then,” said Sandra.
“Ok,” said Simon.
Then Heather voice said, “Hi Sandra.”
“Hi,” replied Sandra.
“Why I want to speak to the Vixens is to offer them a group ticket to the Graduation Ball. As I am right in saying that the entire group was involved in the disbandment of the Aces?” Heather said.
“You are, and on behalf of the Vixens we accept your offer and will see you at the Ball on Frodar,” Sandra replied.
“Then I shall see you all on Frodar,” Heather said.
Simon then said, “Chat to you on Frodar Sandra and send my regards to the rest of the Vixens.”
“I will Simon,” said Sandra and disconnected the link.
* * * * * *
At dinner Moroth evening Sandra said, “I had a chat with the headmistress of the high school and she has offered the Vixens a group ticket to the Ball. In thanks for dealing with the Aces.”
“That’s nice of her,” said Hell Bright.
“Even though both me and Wong dropped out of school before we took our finals all the teachers thought we would get good Bs and As in most of the subjects we took,” Jum said.
“I’m never even going to take my Highers,” said Claire, “but I’m still going to the Academy, a college for elite ghosts.”
“Yes, it will be nice to graduate as a group, rather than some of us enjoy Graduation and others not,” Nibs said then raised her glass and said, “To the friends and family we all have here and elsewhere on Darra Von.”
Everyone then raised they glasses and said, “To friends and family.”
* * * * * *
A couple of days later on Ulleam Nibs and Sandra wake and Nibs looked at her PDU and saw the time is only 08:50BN.
Nibs suggested to Sandra, “How about a group bike ride today into the mountains, you never know you may be permitted to see me scramble.”
“Lets do it hun,” said Sandra.
Daraus moved under the sheets and appeared in-between Nibs and Sandra, and said, “If the rest of the fairies give me they fairy promise I think I may reveal myself to everyone, you all are friends and I see also a connection that goes beyond just simple partners.”
“I have seen the same we do seen to know what each other is going to do especially in battle,” Sandra said.
“I think it may be more than that,” Nibs said, “I’m still not sure what I saw but on the way here, I swear I saw the retreat as if I was using your eyes but you were just behind me at the time.”
“That is strange,” said Sandra, “It may be an idea to see if anyone has had strange things, like that, happen to them.”
“True.” said Nibs and got up and then lit the blunt Nibs had half smoked last night before the pair fell asleep. Nibs then walked to the en-suite bathroom. When Nibs came back out she found Sandra up and Sandra threw Nibs’ bathrobe to her and then the pair, Daraus, Blackie and Pixie all walked down the outside stairs and found no one awake, this surprised Nibs as Tina never need that much sleep.
An hour later Tina and Abs both walked out of the bedroom wing door and Tina went and grabbed herself a coffee and then walked outside and found Nibs, Sandra, and the three companions sat enjoying the morning sun.
Nibs said when Tina, Abs and the pair’s fairy companions sat down, “A suggestion Sandra and I had for today, take a bike ride into the mountains and just generally have fun out and about.”
“Now that is a good idea,” said Abs, “how’s the work on the drums coming?”
“We’ve finished the sound chambers and just need now to mould and shape the outside, which is quite a skilled job as to do it properly you need to get the wood so it is about ten mill in thickness,” Nibs said.
Soon everyone had joined the four friends on the Veranda where Nibs suggested the idea to them and everyone thought it to be a great one.
* * * * * *
Half and hour later everyone met dressed ready to spend the day in the saddle so to speak. Nibs and Sandra who had before everyone had woken had gotten dressed and checked all the bikes over and made sure a few spares and puncture repair kits were carried. Nibs carried three separate sets of puncture repair kits.
Nibs said when everyone had gathered carrying rucksacks each of which contained water and a few pieces of food, “Right friends. I hope everyone here knows how to ride, but now would be a good time to tell me if you can’t.”
No one put up their hands, “Ok,” said Nibs, “Whilst we are out a friend in out midst wishes to ask the all the fairies present something, and unless they all give their fairy promise, like Blackie and Pixie did back on the night of the Pre-wedding bash, will the friend come out of hiding so to speak.”
“Nibs,” asked Deedban, “Is the person a young Daraus?”
“I concur on that,” said Meellium.
“A fairy promise made can never be broken,” thought said Charrbrr to Claire, “I hope every fairy gives it, we are a team, and team should be able to trust one another.”
“Well said,” thought responded Claire and Paul.
“Thank you, you two,” Charrbrr thought said.
“Your welcome Charrbrr,” Claire thought said.
Everyone in the group of friends spent a few seconds thinking about the request, and each pair of fairies said, “A Fairy promise is sought from us, and that is given, we,” and each pair said their names, “give our promise never to reveal the presence of the hidden one, whom ever it may be to anyone or any creature, be it an evil thing we want to kill or our friends in the Fairy community, and a Fairy promise is given.”
Daraus then said aloud, “With those words I know I am safe from practical jokes from the fairy kind.” Daraus then padded into the middle of the group in wolf form and them morphed into Daraus Wolf-boy and said, “This is my true form. As we are one family, fairies and Humans it is only right that you all know my true form and that if is wasn’t for you all. I would still be cursed to live out my life as a wolf. I think someone said something about a bike ride.”
“Yes we did, and welcome to the Gangrels and Vixens Daraus,” Paul said.
“I wish we could induct you to the Gangrels,” said Sandra, “as you as much as anyone have the right to be a member, but due to plans and situations within the Gangrels, Timothy being the main one, we can’t.”
“Yes we can sis,” said Paul, “We induct Daraus in private rather than in front of the rest of the gang, he’s never far away and most Gangrels when they see you or Nibs soon they will know that Daraus won’t be far away.”
“True,” said Sandra and smiled and the climbed onto her bike.
Nibs bent down and picked up Daraus and placed him in the carrier, “We are going to have to modify the carrier for you Daraus,” Nibs said.
“Not really, you forget how powerful I am Nibs,” Daraus thought said to Nibs, I’m half in the carrier and half in a small pocket dimension.”
“Arh,” Nibs said and climbed onto her bike and said, “We ready?”
“Yeah,” everyone shouted and with Nibs in the lead they group of friends set off on a day cycling in the mountains.
The scenery the as they followed the cliffs was of the forest stretching for as far as the eye could see and the line of the Low Back Mountains that ran from Sheedan Bay just north of Suraban to eastern seaboard just north of Echo Bay. The forest stretched half way up the 2000 plus metre mountain sides. Some of the inner mountains measured in at heights in excess off 7000metres, and even those weren’t the highest some of the mountains in other mountain ranges measured in at heights close to 15,000metres.
After close on an hour of cycling in the sun the group came upon a scree slope where Nibs who was leading looked down estimated the distance from top to bottom to be about 600metres, at the bottom was a track heading into the mountains.
When everyone had arrived Nibs said, “We are going to have to go down there cause there’s a track at the bottom into the mountains.”
When everyone had closely looked down the scree slope, Claire gulped and said, “I don’t think am going to be able to make it.”
“You should Claire. Trust in your bike, on the open market these bikes would cost in the range of 30,000decks each at trade. The equipment is top of the range for it type and each different component is the very best,” Nibs said and then, “Meet you all at the bottom.” Nibs stood on the pedals and bounced the bike to the edge and smiled back at everyone and bounced once more and dropped on the scree slope and accelerated slightly and let gravity do its job and very soon Nibs was pulling the brakes to slow and stop her at the bottom.
Sandra who was next closest locked the back brake and the pushed off and released the brake and again let gravity work. When Sandra reached the bottom she said, “Boy was that fun.”
“Yeah I know ain’t it,” Nibs said in response.
“And you are very good you know the environment,” said Sandra as Claire took her fear in her hands and came over the brow and slowly descended.
Nibs shouted up to her, “Do you trust me Claire?”
Claire nodded yes.
“Then accelerate slightly, remember what I said about riding motorbike about momentum, weight and balance,” Nibs shouted to her.
Claire released the front brakes and gained a bit of speed down the hill and then she began to work the brakes.
When she had reached the bottom, Nibs said, “See wasn’t that bad was it?”
“No, I want to do it again,” said Claire with a sparkle that Sandra saw and had learnt meant I enjoyed that.
Paul was next down. Then everyone else came down. Individually rather as groups.
When every one was down Nibs led the group up the track which led into the mountains.
A little way in the group came to a small valley that was covered in a rich green grassland, completely surrounding the valley was mountains and running up the left hand side of the valley was the footpath, but as Nibs was hoping to swing south and back to the house.
Nibs thought said to Sandra, “Go right at the boulder, I’m going left and hopefully will be able to find a high spot.”
“Ok,” Sandra said in reply.
Nibs went left Sandra who led the group a short distance to a large flatish area whilst Nibs went up and as the path turned Nibs looked over the valley and then took out her PDU and checked the time and position locked it on the local area map.
“Shall we stop here for a break we’ve all been the saddle since 11 this morning and its now almost 13:30AN, and I could do with a break,” suggested Wong.
“I was thinking the same Wong, we stop here and then travelled back down the track and then hopefully come up on the house from the opposite direction to the one we left in this morning,” said Nibs as she came down the track the she had used a few minutes before.
The friends then cycled down the track to the grassland and they all climbed off and then most collapsed onto the soft grass, Nibs sat beside the bike with Sandra laying her head on Nibs’ thigh and looked up into the eyes of her partner. Nibs took the carrier off and Daraus climbed out and along with fairies went and played in the long grass.
Sandra said, “I love you Nibs.”
“And I love you hun,” responded Nibs.
Wong and Hell Bright who had been carrying the food for the day out, set up the small stoves taken from the battle store. Wong asked, “Any springs in the area?”
Paul then said, after spending a few minutes concentrating on something, “Yeah, there’s a spring about 30metres that way and it runs south Wong.”
Wong got up and grabbed all the empty drinks bottles and wandered in the direction Paul had indicated, Wong soon found the source and said, “Thanks Paul.”
“No worries, I’m happy I was right,” Paul said.
“It looks like you are becoming someone very unique hun,” said Claire as she looked up into the blue sky.
“I know I am,” said Paul, “Me morphing and now being able to detect a water source, I wonder how many more abilities I have to gain.”
Jum said in response to Paul’s statement, “I wonder how powerful we will become as a team. It’s weird but I swear I saw what someone was going to do before they did it.”
“Same here,” said Wong, “on Frodar when Abs rolled into the guys’ legs I instinctively knew what Abs had done, and I realised that he need a bit of help in the over balance stakes.”
“I had a similar experience,” Nibs said, “I have no idea who it was, but I saw the retreat is if I was there.”
“Any idea who’s eyes you were looking through?” Ren asked.
“No, that’s is the annoying bit,” Nibs said as Daraus bounded back to the group happy as can be as the fairies had all accepted him as their equal.
When Daraus had returned he said, “You lot are the bloody greatest bunch of people I think my kind have helped in the millennia that has past since the curse was put on us.”
“Who put the curse on you?” asked Hell Bright.
“The person or persons names have been long since forgotten, but I think the Academy may have a few of the truly ancient texts from the time before Homo Sapiens Daba become the main life form on the planet,” Daraus said, “The legends Melanine told you at the festival were concerning my father and that is one of the main reason’s why I am here now. We normally don’t leave the protection of the Den until we are sixteen seventeen years old, and we live for a very long time. I think the oldest one of us is now 600,000 years old and lives as the elder of the Northern Den.”
“Bloody hell,” said Paul, “600,000 years, then he must have seen a massive amount.”
“It’s a she, and yes she has and all that information is available to me as memories, but before any of you ask, I have no knowledge of the information at all, “Daraus said, “In time I will under take quests and most of them are very dangerous and could lead to my death, even though very few adversairies can face up to an Angel Wolf. The tests rarely test strength, but always test intellect and knowledge.”
“Can you take people with you when you complete these quests?” Nibs asked.
“Yes I can,” Daraus replied.
“Then if I am still alive when you get called to undertake a quest I volunteer to help you complete that one and any others you may undertake whilst I live,” responded Nibs with a deadly serious tone in her voice.
“No hun, us both,” Sandra said.
“Daraus, how do you actually survive, as you don’t eat?” Nibs asked.
“I live and survive by absorbing Mana, which is such abundance I do not need to take from the people around me. I still need water, whilst I was in pup form I did need to eat, but the second I lost the last of my pup hair, I gained the ability to absorb all the energy I need from the environment,” Daraus replied.
“How long before you are at full power?” Hell Bright asked.
“I am at full power now, but 90% of my abilities are unavailable to me whilst not in life threatening danger, and it’s not when my life is in danger. The abilities I have all the time are, See Invisible, See Auras, where I malt, and I constantly malt, tracking of people I’m linked to is almost impossible, any one on your trail and they pass through a room where I have malted within the last 24hrs, will 99% of the time completely loose all track of you, it will be as if you disappeared without a trace. Another one of my abilities is to boost or give a kick start to people’s natural healing abilities. It’s not healing magick, the healing factors, skin and muscle regeneration is quadrupled, Bone regeneration is at eight times normal, hence John,” Daraus said.
“Right,” responded Nibs, “John doesn’t know it was you does he.”
“He may suspect, but he has no proof other than I licked him,” Daraus said.
“Yes what is it with the lick,” Jum said.
“It links me with people hence the tracker’s loosing you,” Daraus said, “It normally takes about ten licks in general for me to link myself to a person, and the link is permanent and I have no upper limit to how many people I can link with.”
“First batch of drinks are done,” said Wong.
“And the first batch of soup as well,” said Hell Bright.
“Excellent,” said Claire and grabbed a stack of bowls and as Hell Bright dished out the first three bowls, Claire passed one to Nibs and the second to Sandra, and then said, “Here Hell, have this and I’ll do the next batch.”
“Thanks hun,” said Hell Bright and she took the bowl and spoon offered and also broke a lump of bread off and moved a little way away and let Claire sit where she had been sitting.
Wong passed Nibs a mug of coffee, and said, “Thanks for the idea of the bike ride.”
“No worries, certain people here had been bugging me since they found out I was a cycle scrambler and this was the perfect opportunity to show them I was, hun,” Nibs said.
“And you are very good indeed,” Sandra said.
“I agree Sandra, you are very good, easily good enough to try for the Extreme Sports competions,” Tina said.
“You think so,” responded Nibs.
“Yeah easily hun,” Sandra said.
“Mm, the possibilities,” Nibs said and smiled.
After lunch of soup, bread and cheese had been eaten and the cookers had been cleaned away the group lay back on the grass and just listened to the sounds of the mountains and the wind. Nibs heard other sounds as well as the wind, she heard the sounds, of the earth and the animals. Sandra squeezed Nibs’ hand and Nibs then grasped Sandra’s and squeezed hers.
After laying there for a good hour they all suddenly woke and sat up.
Wong said, “That’s strange,” after looking around at everyone.
“Yeah that is,” said Sandra and Nibs.
“Anyway as we all are awake, shall we head back for the Retreat, and mine and Sandra’s treat for Dinner and we’re not telling,” Nibs said.
“Yeah,” everyone said and finished sorting out the area and refilling empty bottles and generally making sure that the area they had been in looked like they hadn’t been there. Nibs led the way back down the path and as they were crossing the scree slide they saw a male and female walker coming from the opposite direction. Nibs slowed and the group allowed them to pass.
The female walker asked, “Any nice spots ahead to camp in?”
“Yeah,” Nibs said, “There is, a small valley about five miles up the track.”
“Ok, thanks,” the female walker said, and as the pair cleared Ren the group started to cycle again down the track. Nibs slowed and stood on the pedals and checked an area ahead and released the brakes and started to pedal slightly as the track turned it followed the cliff for a short while and then turned off and began to rise as it disappeared into the Low Back Foothill Forest. Nibs carefully negotiated the track and as she turned she accelerated and started to work the gears to a good one of a combination of good torque and traction and a good gear to give the legs a work out.
Sandra who was behind Nibs also accelerated as she turned and like Nibs she worked the gears, Claire missed the acceleration and slowed and almost stopped at the side of the track, Jum flew passed her and was closely followed by Wong. Paul pulled in just ahead as Angel and then Damieel passed.
Paul said, “Lets wait to the rest have gone and then think about following them.”
When Ren had passed, Claire stood on the high pedal and accelerated and was followed by Paul. Nibs had gotten to the top of the rise and stopped and waited for Claire and Paul to pass before she joined the group as the trail went down and cornered left slightly and continued to drop the group passed a clearing and the rough route of the track and real bitch of a climb up ahead.
Nibs said over the comm. system, “Big rise ahead.”
“Ok,” said Sandra as she hit the bottom and accelerated up the track.
As Claire, Paul and Nibs hit the bottom of the rise all three accelerated and at the crest they kept going and soon had Ren in sight. The forest around the track was full of life but as normal with the forest the further you looked from the track the less the ground vegetation was.
* * * * * *
After about four hours the group was heading back up the path that ran along the cliff edge Nibs who was still at the back saw the Retreat and smiled a few minutes later the group appeared from the trees and cycled up passed the Retreat and locked the bikes in the shed and then returned to the house for a nice and chilled evening whilst waiting for Nibs and Sandra to serve dinner.
Everyone else in the group was sat out on the veranda Nibs came out and said, “It’s ready.”
“Hey,” everyone said, and walked back into the house and saw a spread of various dishes from around the world from the places Nibs had visited.
Wong asked when she heard the music, “Where’s the music from?”
“My hard drive at home base Wong, currently being played over the free satellite link, Ren?” Ren nodded yes, “It a random selection from my favourite of the unsigned bands. I found a Flea market, as they called it, in Ne-U-Bar and bought CDs some had sound files on others had direct music on,” said Nibs, “I have in the region of ten terabytes of music files, my digital player has 140gigs worth of music on and also 60 gig of digital recordings I’ve made, specifically from the Seminars last week.”
“The Satellite link is free, I think they bounce the signal through the Echo Tech satellite network,” Ren said.
“Arh,” Nibs said.
“Where’s each from?” asked Abs.
“That is for you lot to try and work out, everyone should be able to guess which is Jarrzarian, but from the list of countries on the wall, which dish is from which country,” Sandra said.
“Arh good,” said Nibs and grabbed the remote control from the mantle piece and hit the normal play button. “I can’t work out where this is from and I would say I have pretty much most genres on my computer. I even went back and asked the guy where he got it from. He said his dad had it and he was selling the stuff he didn’t want.”
“It’s got a catchy simple beat to it,” said Tina.
“Yeah it has,” said Ren and soon most of the fairies were semi dancing whilst hovering.
Nibs had her PDU out fast enough and took a video of the scene, and then when she had about ten seconds she stopped it and played the recording.
Nibs saw the fairies dancing on the screen and then asked Sandra, “Can you see the fairies in this?” and showed her the recording.
“Yes I can,” that’s strange unless we can see then even in digital format,” Sandra replied, “but that was quick thinking hun, put it on the projector.”
“Yeah, let everyone finish eating,” said Nibs and Sandra smiled, and continued eating, some Spinnaya Duck. Nibs picked up a Mutta coated sheep’s rib and took a chunk of meat off. Even Daraus was tucking in and looked like he was enjoying it. “Enjoying that Daraus?” asked Nibs.
“Loving it thanks. Just cause I don’t need food to survive don’t mean I don’t enjoy good food,” Daraus replied.
“Very true,” Sandra said.
After dinner and pudding was finished and a black coffee from North Rudeashean Coffee plantations. Nibs stood and asked, “Have friends come to a decision concerning which dish is from which country?”
Abs said, “That one,” and she pointed to the bowl which had Spinnaya Duck in, “Spinnaya Duck?”
“Yes,” replied Nibs
Claire said, “I know that one, but I’m not going to answer.” Paul then went and tried to look into Claire’s mind which forced Claire to shut him out and, “Don’t go there Paul,” and Claire stared daggers, “What I will say is you had the Jarrzarian version of it.”
“And the countries I’ve visited are listed up there,” Nibs said.
“South Attica?” asked Paul.
“Bingo hun,” said Claire, “South Aticca and Jarrzar have shared close ties for the past 1200 years. Maybe longer.”
Wong then said, “The Ribs wouldn’t happen to be from Rudeash?”
“Yeap Wong,” replied Nibs, “Three more.”
Claire then said, “Is the vegetable dish from Rujuniva?”
“No it’s not Clair, but close though the two countries do have similar agricultural base though,” Nibs said
“Deebina then,” said Jum.
“Yes Deebina,” responded Nibs, “We have Ne-U-Bar and Rujuniva to go.”
Tina said, “That one’s is from Rujuniva.”
“You sound very certain about that Tina,” Nibs said.
“Yes, I wasn’t sure if it was Deebina or Rujunivan,” Tina said, “with Deebina gone it only leaves Rujuniva left.”
“Yes it is from Rujuniva,” Nibs said.
“Then there was one. Ne-U-Bar,” said Hell Bright.
Nibs laughed and said, “I think I have something to show everyone,” and Nibs linked her PDU to the digital projector, and played the ten seconds of the fairies dancing to the music being played.
Everyone laughed including the fairies at the scene as it was played through.
* * * * * *
Darabar morning Nibs was sat of the lower veranda with a sanding block and her drum, Nibs was sanding down the rough sides and making it look good, before she would varnish it and then skin and tension it.
Sandra walked out and looked around for Nibs and saw her on the lower level, working on her drum with Daraus in wolf form laying beside Nibs asleep, and walked towards her, Sandra saw that Nibs was listening to music whilst sanding, Sandra stood behind her and tapped Nibs on the shoulder.
Nibs took one of the in-ear headphones out and said, “Hi hun.”
“Hi, I just remembered we promised to organise the two people we met in Risers last Savraday to go to the Gathering this Savraday,” responded Sandra.
“Good point,” said Nibs and took out her PDU and found the two numbers and pressed the conference call button on the PDU.
A few seconds later, Annabel picked up and said, “Hello, Annabel speaking, how can I help?”
Then Leia opened the link to her phone and said, “Hello. Who’s that?”
“Leia, is that you?” Annabel said.
“Yeah, I don’t remember ringing you,” said Leia.
“You didn’t Leia, I did, hello its Nibs and Sandra, we met,” Nibs said.
“Hi Nibs, Sandra,” Leia said.
“Yeah hi, how the hell can I hear yours and Leia’s voice at the same time?” Annabel asked.
“I’m conference calling you both from my PDU,” said Nibs, “anyway, you two still free this Savraday?”
“Yeah,” said Annabel sound quite shocked, “I didn’t expect you to ring, but I’m doing nothing at all either Savraday or Sumdar.”
“Yeah I’m still free,” Leia said.
“Good,” responded Nibs, “Then the Vixens will call pass at about midday and transport you to Command where we can get ready for the Gathering, and you can meet the rest of the Vixens and other friends and also meet the gang’s leader.”
“Sounds great,” responded Leia, “You need my address don’t you?”
“Yes, I need just house or flat number, the road, and the postal code, We’ll find it using some map software we run on the PDUs,” Nibs said.
“I’ll met you at Leia’s,” said Annabel, “It would be easier I think.”
“Yeah more than likely,” said Sandra.
“Oh hi Sandra,” said Leia.”
“Yeah hi Sandra,” said Annabel.
“Hi to the both of you,” Sandra said.
“So Leia text me the details and we’ll pick you up on Savraday at about midday, we’ll ring before we get to you,” Nibs said.
“Yeah, no problem, I hope you both have had a good week,” Annabel said
“We are thanks,” said Nibs, “We’ll see you both on Savraday at about midday.”
“Yeah see you then,” Leia said sounding happy.
“Bye, see you Savraday,” Annabel said also sounding happy.
* * * * * *
Claire and Paul were both sunbathing on the top balcony when Claire’s mobile started to play ‘To Heaven Goth Girls Go’ Claire thought, ‘I must transfer all my numbers to the PDU and then send a message to everyone telling them the new number.’ She grabbed it and hit the connect button after seeing that it was Julie-Ann ringing.
“Hi Jules,” said Claire.
“Hi you,” said Julie-Ann as Claire rolled over and began to sun her top less front. Both Charrbrr and Deedban were also lazing, except they looked like they were playing some form of game. “How have you been?” then asked Julie-Ann.
“Very good thanks, currently the whole Vixens are on vacation in the Low Back Mountains,” Claire replied.
“Say hi to Paul for me,” Julie-Ann said, “A bit of news, I’m going and am going to be joined by Wendy and Racheal on Savraday.”
“Wendy as well!” exclaimed Claire.
“Yeah Wendy,” responded Julie-Ann.
Paul opened his left eye and looked at Claire and asked, “Who you talking to sweet?”
“Julie-Ann,” replied Claire and she then gave him a kiss as she grabbed her Bikini top and put it on so she could go and get a drink. “Drink hun?” asked Claire.
“Yeah thanks,” replied Paul, “something cold please hun.”
“No problem,” replied Claire as she stood and saw Nibs and Sandra both sat on the lower Veranda sanding their new drums.
“So how are the rest of the Vixens then?” Julie-Ann asked
“Enjoying the vacation, Nibs and Sandra are currently sanding their new hand made Rudeashian drums, Paul and me are sun bathing, the rest of them are chilling and enjoying the break,” Claire replied.
“A another piece of news, Sarah is very interested in my plans for building links between the Street gang side of the Gangrels and the Mercenary Youth units,” Julie-Ann said.
“That is good news,” Claire said.
“The Youth feeder unit I’m a member of is planning on getting to command mid-afternoon and I plan to have a chat with Sarah, and Gareth about it,” Julie-Ann said, “I’ll let you get on with that drink you promised Paul,” and the link went dead as Julie-Ann disconnected.
* * * * * *
A few hours later in the middle of the afternoon Jum and Wong both walked on to the lower Veranda and saw both Nibs and Sandra sanding and listening to Nibs’ Digital Player whilst it played on some speakers Nibs had found in the lab linked to one of the computers down there.
Wong sat down and looked at the work both the friends had put in to the drums, Wong shock her head at the effort. Wong then asked, “Jum and I have had an idea that when we get back to the Club we,” and she indicated the four, “Cook a proper Jarrzarian meal. All the courses and such for everyone here and also what ever adults are around at the club, and also include Duggie and family in the invitation.”
“Yeah, sounds like an excellent idea,” said Nibs, “Any plans on the menu items yet?”
“No, other than an idea of the basics,” replied Jum.
Nibs then put her drum down and rotated the outside of the drum and also ran her hand over it. Nibs found a small lump and began to sand the area.
Jum asked, “How long before they are finished?”
“Hopefully today, if not then we’ll finish them at the Academy itself, I hope to have them finished by this evening, fully strung and tensioned,” Nibs replied.
“I knew how much passion you had for the training Hume gave us, but I can now see that you have the same passion for all your hobbies,” Wong said and was joined by Meellium as she came from the roof where she had been sunbathing and just generally relaxing with a group of the fairies, including Blackie and Pixie.
Jum got up and said, “You three want something to drink?”
“Yeah thanks,” said Nibs as she placed the drum on the ground when she had checked the area she had been working on.
“How much more to go on your’s hun?” Sandra asked.
“Just some minor work in the sound chamber and the bell end and then all I have to do is skin and tension it. I hope we have the right cord here, otherwise I’m going to have to get some when we get back to Suraban,” Nibs said.
“What you looking for exactly Nibs?” Wong asked.
“Some cord that doesn’t stretch, as the tension it’s going to be under will slowly stretch most cords,” Nibs said, “I wish I knew how to make natural rope for them and use that, but I don’t and therefore need to use cord.” Nibs then sat back and rolled herself a blunt and smoked it.
Jum returned carrying a tray and said, “Angel and Damieel are in the Kitchen cooking.”
“Sounds good,” said Sandra.
“Yeah, it smelt good,” said Jum.
* * * * * *
Later on that day everyone was sat on the Veranda waiting Angel and Damieel to dish out dinner to them.
The sliding door opened and out walked Angel carrying a stack of plates and cutlery. She placed them down on the main table and disappeared back in side, Claire got up and as she was about to go inside to get some glasses for drinks, Damieel walked out carrying a tray with glasses on. Angel then appears back carrying four large bottles of Cabilla and places them on the table.
Nibs then stood and said, “Drinks?”
Everyone present nodded, and the group heard two voices from inside, “Please Nibs.”
“Done, Angel, Damieel,” responded Nibs and poured out twelve glasses and passed one to each of the friends, sat on the railing were ten of the fairies, Angel’s and Damieel’s partner fairies were inside helping in the cooking of dinner.
Five minutes after Angel had disappeared into the Retreat after carrying out the Cabilla bottles, Angel and Damieel both appeared carrying large trays piled high with simple Surran food. They both dished the meal out to each member of the friends and then they both sat down and said, “Enjoy.”
“It smells excellent thanks,” said Tina as she stabbed a piece of the meat in spicy gravy and stuck it in her mouth, “mm, delicious thank you twins.”
“Your welcome Tina,” said Damieel and then Angel said, “We are both just happy that you are enjoying it.”
“Muchly,” said Nibs as she scouped some of the Vegatables onto her fork and then shoved it into her mouth.
Towards the end of the main course, Claire who was sitting beside Paul eating a piece of just right lamb stake. Claire felt the presence of a another person trying to gain entry to her mind. Claire them looked at who it was and found it was Sam. Claire smiled as she cast Mana Call and opened her self to her mum.
Claire then mentally said, “Mum can you heard me?”
Sam said in reply, “Yes, I can. How?”
“I’m training under a Attlanian Line walker to be able to cast real magick. You and I talking like this is magick, not just in the literal sense, but in the real one too,” Claire replied.
Problamatic“I don’t believe it,” Sam said, “I’m just happy that when am over heard my lord when he has been talking to people not in the same room as him, paid off. How have you been and how is Duggie and the rest of the family?”
“Everyone is great mum, a lot has happened since you were kidnapped. I now run with the Gangrel gang specifically the unit Paul and Sandra run with, from across the road to home. I’m also now happy married to Paul Patterson,” Claire said and said to everyone, “Guys Sam and I are in communication.”
Nibs said in response, “Your mum Sam?”
Claire nodded as Sam said, “Congratulations Claire, I hope the two of you will always be happy.”
“We will be and in a few years, mum, we’re coming to get you, to free you, and teach the High Lord Karazzakkia what it means to annoy the Conspiracy.”
“To that end I will do what I can to help you, but I never see the out doors or even a window, it’s as if we are underground. I have no idea where I am in the world or if I’m on Darra Von,” Sam said.
“You are still on Darra Von mum,” said Claire, “Ithian the gent who is teaching me and Hell Bright to be Line Walkers has told me that the Mana Call spell don’t work across dimensions.”
“Thank god for that,” Sam said, “I wish I knew where I am. Can I take it by the fact you know an Attlanian you know what Duggie is?”
“Yes I do, as does Bill, Hemma, Beatrice and Damien mum, I have a feeling that when we come and get you, dad and Bill are both going to be coming as well,” Claire said.
“That wouldn’t surprise me in the least,” responded Sam, “And who is Hell Bright?”
“Can I ask, are you alone and safe?” Claire asked.
“As safe as I can be,” Sam said in a matter of fact tone, “Thankfully the boss don’t have rune statues in the rooms, so I can do this in peace in quiet and I suppose to be asleep, my eyes are closed but my mind is still active.”
“Good, Hell Bright is one of my new friends, I quit school five weeks ago and I’m about to go to The Academy, a college for elite ghosts. Currently I’m sat with my friends eating dinner cooked for us by Angel and Damieel, a Fallen Angel Risen Demon. The rest of my friends are Nibola Nibs Calton-Patterson or Nibs, Sandra Calton-Patterson. Yes mum before you say anything they are married, Nibs is a Trans person,” Claire said.
“Arh,” Sam responded.
“Paul my husband, Tina Griffiths-Detric, Anna Abs Griffiths-Detric,” Claire said.
“Another trans marriage?” Sam asked.
“Yes, another trans marriage. Ren brother to Hell Bright, Jum-fu and Wong-Ma, both of them are Jarrzarian and were friends with Nibs before she moved to Suraban, about 10 months ago and Daraus an Angel Wolf,” Claire said, “I’ve not actually finished mum, I could tell you the names of a lot of other people, but the most important ones are our fairy companions. Each of us except Daraus has a fairy companion, and we are linked to them and to our direct partner, which Paul is mine. To explain it here is difficult to say the least.”
“Then don’t try, say hi to everyone and also I hope to see them all very soon, and I’ll let you get back to dinner,” Sam said, “Oh before I go I heard the report Metzza and Abilgail gave the boss after the latest failure, ‘Those bastards surprised us again.’”
“Oh, yeah, how’s Abilgail’s face?” Claire asked smirking at the Burning Hands attack that surprised her.
“If you mean the burn on her cheek and eye, I have seen it, very nice, and she hadn’t told me it was from you. I think she is planning on keeping it as a reminder of how much she hates you,” Sam said, “Bye for now, I’ll contact you again in a few weeks hun, have lots of fun,” and Sam disappeared from Claire’s mind.
Claire then said, “Sam says hi, and she hopes to meet everyone very soon.”
“Yes and we all hope to meet her very soon as well,” said Sandra.
“She is using Mana Call, she learnt it from the High Lord himself,” Claire then said.
“Opps,” said Nibs, “It looks like he has created this little bird.”
“Yes it does, doesn’t it,” said Paul.
After dinner was finished including a traditional fruit pie and creamy mily as pudding Sandra and Wong-Ma volunteered to go and do the washing up. Everyone else sat outside smoking, reading or doing what every they wanted to in the warm evening.
Nibs brought her drum from the garage where she had fixed the neck ring in place. Nibs was also carrying two more rings, a piece of hide and a long length of cord. Nibs sat on the lower veranda and cut two circles from the Elk hide. Nibs then placed one of the rings over the sounding end and then she placed the second one which Nibs had bound and made small loops completely surrounding it on and the she made sure the first one she put on was completely outside the hide. Nibs then wound the hide around the ring first ring and Nibs then thread the cord and tied a knot in one end and then she started to thread the cord through a loop on the neck ring. Sandra came round the corner from the garage carrying her drum and like Nibs the necessary rings and cord to skin her drum.
When Sandra had sat down she asked, “Ok, with these items and the hide, how do I skin this?”
Nibs then explained the entire procedure to Sandra as she completed each phase, and then when she had got to the point where Nibs was at, the pair then strung the drum. When the stringing was finished Nibs said, “Now go back and take the slack out of the cord and make sure the cord between the top ring and the neck ring is tight, the last phase is when we put the hide under tension.” Nibs then tightened each length of cord and when she had finished Sandra was about half way round.
When Sandra had finished she said, “To tension I remember seeing the cord starting to make a lattice style affair.”
“That’s it, feed the long piece over one and under the next and then pull up,” and the two cords crossed and stopped together, “and the same with the next one over then under and pull,” and again the two cords crossed and were held together, and Nibs then sounded the drum for the first time and made a mental note six cords should do it. Nibs then put six tensions into the skin at regular intervials around the drum and again she sounded the drum and slipped a seventh in and tensioned that one and again sounded the drum and said, “Perfect.”
Then Sandra under the watchful eye of Nibs put her first tension in and then the second, when Nibs sounded the drum and said, “I think eight more tensions are needed.” Like Nibs had, Sandra put then in at regular intervals around the drum, then Nibs sounded it again and said, “Perfect.” The pair then quietly beat a tune between themselves. “Well done hun,” Nibs said, “you led for a good while then.”
“Yeah I know,” replied Sandra smiling happily.
Everyone on the main Veranda clapped the tune and both Nibs and Sandra said, “Thanks.”
* * * * * *
Frodar mid morning everyone at the retreat had just finished sorting the Retreat out for the next people to visit and stay. When everyone was out side and all the bags were packed and Nibs and Sandra’s drum had been fixed to the bikes Nibs closed and locked the front door, when she had reached the ground she opened the burglar alarm box and activated it.
Nibs then thought said to Sandra, “Remind me to come back and upgrade this when I’ve got my masters in security systems architecture.”
“Yeah ok,” Sandra thought replied as she dropped the kick start and the engine caught, everyone else started their engines and they all pulled out and headed back for Suraban and the Graduation Ball this evening and then the Gathering tomorrow evening.
* * * * * *
After a couple of hours the group were slowing for the toll booths. After everyone had arrived back at the club, Nibs, Sandra, Wong and Jum went shopping to the local hypermarket and local Jarrzarian food stores.
After spending a good hour shopping for the supplies they would need for the meal this evening. Duggie had already agreed to let the four use his kitchen and apartment to do the actual work on the meal.
When they had gotten back all of the Vixens, Bill and Duggie were sat outside reading or sunbathing. The four, plus Daraus and the fairy companions headed into the apartment and started to prepare Dinner Nibs was stood at the cooker and said, “Someone go and find Duggie, I need to know how to work the cooker?”
Wong disappeared out of the apartment as she had just finished preparing a North island fruit salad as one of the two puddings. Wong soon returned with a Duggie.
“Too work the cooker you need to pump some of you own mystic energy into the cooker,” Duggie said.
“How long on a charge?” Nibs asked
“13 hours. I pump some on last night and we didn’t use it this morning for breakfast and we haven’t needed it for hot water,” Duggie replied.
“Right, thanks,” Nibs said and pumped in a charge and suddenly the hot plates were hot and the ready light came on. “Lets do this, thanks Duggie.”
As Duggie walked out he said, “Dinner smells excellent.”
“It should,” said Sandra.
* * * * * *
Nibs walked out of the apartment at about 05:15 and asked, “Would the people out here like to sort out some were we can eat as a group? Thank you, dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.” Nibs then walked back into the apartment.
Paul, Ren, Bill and Duggie all got up and started to carry tables so they were end to end. Wong then brought out the drinks, as they were getting driven to the Ball and also being picked up, it allowed the group to drink and to get seriously stoned.
* * * * * *
Then at 05:30AN Nibs walked out of the apartment and placed the warmers on the table and was closely followed by Sandra and Wong who were both carrying large pans of steaming egg fried rice. The rice sat in a inner heater jacket the outer one being heated heat the water that surrounded the inner and kept the inner hot. Wong and Sandra placed the pans on two of the heater plates and then disappeared back into the apartment. Jum, who was carrying small soup bowls and spoons, followed by Nibs carrying a large steaming saucepan then exited the apartment and as Jum placed the bowls down, Nibs ladded the soup into each. Then when the pair had finished dishing out Nibs dished out Jum’s and Wong’s and the placed the saucepan on to the boiler following a few seconds later came Wong and Sandra both carrying large bowls with Jarrzarian bread in.
When Sandra and Wong had sat down the entire table started to eat. Duggie who was sat beside Jum said, “Who cooked the soup, it’s excellent?”
“A combination of myself,” said Jum, “and Sandra.”
“I must get the receipt, it is delicious,” responded Duggie.
“That’s a good point I wonder what the cooking arrangements are like at the Academy,” Nibs said, “I hope either we have access to cooking facilities or can have access to the kitchen as most of us enjoy cooking and also enjoy the process of cooking.”
When the soup course was finished Nibs and Sandra gathered up the dirty bowls and followed Wong and Jum into the apartment. Inside Nibs and Sandra went about washing up the bowls as they would be needed for the rice and possibly the pudding courses as well. As Nibs and Sandra washed up, Jum and Wong went about getting the second starter course, ‘Wrapped Sea Prawns in Salted Sea Leaves’ out of the oven and onto the three large plates that had been in boiling hot water since Wong and Sandra had walked out before the first course.
Jum, Wong and Nibs all carried a plate with the second course on out and dished it up on to the small side plates that were located at each place setting. Sandra then re-ran the hot water and placed the plates for the main course into the water, and also checked on the main course that was sat in warmers on the cooker.
As Nibs passed Claire, she said, “This is excellent thanks.”
“No worries, only the best for our friends,” Nibs said.
When that course was finished all four headed back into the apartment after collecting the dirty plates and other dirty cutlery they took the lot into the apartment and as with the first course, they washed up the small side plates as they would be needed now with the main course. Sandra after drying them up headed out and replaced them as the side plate. Nibs then carried out the large plates and bowls for the main course, and the four placed the two woks and the large saucepans on the warmers.
The Hunters Marauders and Hammers all arrived back from eating in the canteen. Sandra said, “Hi.”
“Hi you lot,” said Clare. And the group headed to sit and chill after the afternoon in the range.
Nibs and Blackie who was sat on the table with her looked over at the Hunters and saw two new members, Nibs lent over and said. “I think the Hunters are now complete, with those two new members.”
“Therefore I think I shall gift them both when I have finished eating,” said Sandra.
“It may be an idea,” said Nibs.
After the main course was finished like with the other courses the four had cleared away the dirties. Wong and Sandra appeared and placed the pudding bowls down and the disappeared back into the apartment.
Soon all four appeared carrying a Traditional Jarrzarian Pudding which was dished out to all and then when the four had sat down Nibs stood and said, “May we as friends always be there to support and help our friends here in the conspiracy and the outside world.”
“Here here,” replied everyone.
When Nibs had sat back down everyone started the first of the puddings. When that was finished, Nibs and Sandra disappeared back into the apartment and then brought out two large bowls with a fruit salad in and place both down and Sandra said, “As I am stuffed, both me and Nibs thought, take some if you want some.”
After fifteen more minutes of dinner Duggie, Ithian and Bill said, “We’ll wash and clean up, thank you Nibs, Sandra, Jum, and Wong for an excellent dinner.”
Everyone else chorused, “Thank you.”
To which all four smiled thank you. And everyone got up and left Duggie, Ithian and Bill to clean up. Duggie walked into his apartment and found most of the washing up had been done previously and during the cooking and also the dishing up of dinner.
Nibs and Sandra along with Daraus and both the fairies walked over to where Clare and Sym were sat listening to Charlie reading and Bobby was lightly sanding down the wood sculpture he had been working on for the last few days.
Sandra knelt down beside Bobby and looked at the sculpture and said, “That is incredibly detailed, and it is absolutely beautiful, who is if of?” Sandra asked.
Bobby held it up and Sandra saw the likeness between Charlie and the sculpture.
Sandra then said, “I’ve not seen you around before have I?”
“No,” replied Bobby, “I’m Bobby and this is Charlie we only joined a few days ago, I think it was members from the raid on Narizzan Inc that saw me and Charlie running across the roof tops.”
“It was you two was it,” Sandra said, “Then allow me to gift you then.”
“This ain’t going to run out is it,” Bobby said.
“No, this gifting is permanent,” said Sandra, and placed her hand on Bobby’s shoulder and said, “A gift from me to you Bobby, the gift of True Sight.”
For the second time Bobby could see the companions again. Sandra then went and sat beside Charlie and placed her hand on his shoulder and said the same.
Charlie lifted his head and saw the companions again and said, “Thank you,” and went back to reading.
When Charlie had finished, Sym clapped and Clare said, “Well done, that mustn’t have been easy, especially with so many people listening.”
Sandra then said, “When did you start to learn how to read?”
“A couple of days ago,” Charlie said.
“That is impressive,” responded Sandra.
* * * * * *
Abbey had stood up and took Nibs aside as both her and Sandra had walked over and said, “I’m I right in saying that you want to be informed of things concerning Timothy and his group?”
“Yes you are,” Nibs replied, “What have you got to report?”
“A possible breach of Gangrel Standing orders, the abandonment of nearly all the units under him in the South East, to name two of the activities the Hunters are looking into, plus the area itself is rife with unlisted Gangs, and one especially warrants special attention,” Abbey said.
“This don’t sound too good,” Nibs said.
“No, the gang has from firsthand reports Vampires within the ranks, more than likely controlling the gang itself,” Abbey said.
“You guys going to need any help dealing with them,” Nibs said.
“No, Paul, Duggie are going to train us on our field trip and Kev is going to train the Marauders and Hammers,” Abbey said, “but a bit of interesting news, it looks like the Vixens are getting a rep on the street.”
“Oh, what are they saying?” Nibs asked.
“It concerns a New gang which is led by two females one vicious the other level headed, and one is called the Black Fairy,” Abbey said.
“Does Sarah know this,” Nibs said as Claire and Trixxie walked past, Nibs said, “Don’t get to busy Claire, we have still to get ready.”
“Ok Nibs,” Claire responded.
“Yes she does, we told her yesterday,” Abbey said.
“It’s a long way to the bottom Timothy,” Nibs said.
Sandra slipped her arm into Nibs’ and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “We need to think about getting ready hun.”
“True we do,” Nibs said, “Chat to you tomorrow before the Gathering.”
“When you planning on getting there, around lunch time to mid afternoon,” Nibs said.
“We’ll see you at command then,” Abbey said as Nibs and Sandra turned towards the Club.
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Graduation is such sweet parting.
As the Vixens and their companions headed over the grass area in front of the main club Sandra said to Nibs, “I wonder is any of the Aces will at the Ball tonight?”
“Don’t know hun,” responded Nibs, “I hope some do turn up as it would be a good chance to show them that there are no bad feelings from us towards them as individuals, it was the gang itself and the way they went about business that was our problem.”
“Yeah very true,” said Gary as he caught them up carrying his suit bag, “Lets go and enjoy the Ball.”
“Yeah lets,” said Sandra.
Just behind Nibs and Sandra was Paul and Claire and as they walked across the grass, Paul said, “Tonight is the night we Graduate and prepare to go to the Academy.”
“Yes it is,” Claire said, “I’m just happy I’m here with my friends.”
“Same here hun,” said Paul.
Ren turned to Gary and said, “You need a room to change in Gary?”
“Yeah I do,” replied Gary.
“That’s simple, change in my apartment,” Ren said.
Nibs turned to Gary and said, “You not actually been on the top floor have you Gary?”
“No I haven’t,” Gary responded, “I’m I right in thinking I am classified as Elite.”
“Yes you are,” responded Hell Bright, “This should be interesting, I wonder how many students will have a problem with us,” and she indicated the members of the group, “who didn’t attend the High School.”
“If anyone does Hell Bright, just tell them to go and see the Headmistress as she was the one to issue the invites to the unit, rather than just the people who attended the school, and anyway, we all have got two tickets and so with six of us, we have twelve tickets, and there’s twelve of us going,” Nibs said.
“I wonder if Toma and Darla are going to be there,” Sandra said.
“I hope so, it would be good for Toma to be there,” Nibs said, “I have noticed that Toma has grown in confidence over the last few weeks.”
“I agree with you Nibs,” said Abs, “Toma is a lot more confident and also a lot more ready to help his true friends.”
“I just hope Darla and Toma works,” said Paul, “I couldn’t ask for someone more deserving of Gangrel membership than Toma sometimes. He’s come out of the shadows and has embraced his slave hood and I think hes now very much more happy.”
“I agree with you Paul,” said Nibs, “I chatted to him at the at the Savraday party and he seriously did look and sound a lot happier. He sounded similar at the End of Exams Party.”
The group them walked into the club via the garage and then headed for the nearest ramp to the ground floor. then the group walked to the third floor South Wing and the conspiracy apartments. Each pairing except for Ren and Hell Bright headed for their apartments, as did Ren and Gary who headed for Ren’s and Hell Bright headed for hers.
Nibs, Sandra, Daraus and the pair’s fairies walked into their apartment and found two new dresses with a note laying on the bed. Nibs picked up the note and read it aloud to Sandra who was in the kitchenette making a couple of drinks.
Dear Nibs and Sandra,
Please accept these dresses as gifts from myself and my sister, for over the last month you two along with the rest of the Vixens have show us both a side to the human spirit we both thought long dead.
You both are two of the most compassionate souls alive this day, not taking away from the rest of the Vixens and the elements of the Hunters we both knew, but you show compassion to all bar those who truly deserve your wrath.
We both will see you tomorrow at the Gathering as Sarah has persuaded myself along with Richard to join the Gangrels.
Nicole.
“That’s beautiful,” said Sandra as she stuck her head around the door and saw the two dresses, both of the were rich and dark red with dark rich blue boned bodices with the rich blue changing to a dark rich green lace sleeves the shoes were proper 3 inch high heels. Also present were a pair of silk stockings and all the necessary gubbings to wear them properly.
“Oh, another note,” said Nibs as she saw an envelope under the dress she had picked up. Nibs again read the note aloud as Sandra was making the two drinks.
Dear Nibs and Sandra,
Let me tell you about the dresses.
They are both made from the silk of the silk spider from the planet of Kerann in the Anvil Galaxy. The silk itself has some very special qualities in its makeup and how it shimmers naturally, but like the nanites, the silk seems to need body heat to shimmer and it don’t matter what colour you die it, it still shimmer’s in that colour. Another property is that it never needs cleaning. I’ve have three formal dresses made from the silk and I have never needed to clean any of them once.
Jane
“Remind me to thank both Jane and Nicole tomorrow,” said Sandra, “I was going to wear my induction dress, but I think now I shall wear the new one.”
“Yeah, me to,” Nibs said, “They are beautiful aren’t they.” Nibs walked out carrying the coffee Sandra had just passed her and the pair headed for the bathroom and a good shower. The pair had a quick look at each other’s body to check to see if either of them needed a touch up on the shaving front.
Nibs did need her arm-pits shaved but that was more due to being a trans person more than anything else, when Nibs had finished she turned to Sandra and gave her a kiss on the lips and then headed back to the bedroom. Soon they both were applying the makeup and making sure they looked their best. They both had an idea of the makeup the rest of the girls would be using, full Goth.
The evening was a fancy dress Ball, the team had decided to go as a group of Vampires from one of the TV shows, ‘The Masquerade Vampires’. Everyone gathered in the south reception hall before heading down to the two Echo Tech Limos that were transporting the group to the Ball.
The front Limo would contain Nibs, Sandra, Daraus, Paul, Claire, Abs, Tina and Gary, the second one would contain the rest of the friends.
Stood beside the front Limo was Jaboc, who said, “I see you are all wearing your gifts from Jane and Nicole, this is mine, Life membership to the Club and the promise that if any of you are in Suraban and a fight night is being held then you will have an automatic slot in the program. No questions asked.”
“Thank you Jaboc,” said Sandra.
“And thank you for hosting us for the time we have been here,” said Nibs and everyone smiled at the sentiment.
Jaboc then opened the door to the limo and Sandra, then followed by Nibs, who had Daraus as close to her heel as the dress Nibs was wearing would allow, Gary, Tina, Abs, Paul, Claire, and the fairy companions either climbed in or flew in and sat on the small mini bar the Limo. When everyone was in the limo Jaboc closed the door to the Limo, the driver pulled a short distance down the road. The second Limo then pulled up and again Jaboc opened the door and allowed everyone else to enter it and then again he closed the door and the two limos pulled up the driveway towards the front gates. Nibs saw the rest of the Gangrel units to be based here chilling and working behind the two apartments.
The inside of the limo was all leather upholstery, the nine seats were all comfortable to sit on and down the opposite side to the side they had entered by was a mini bar, stocked with a few of the more expensive spirits and a few bottles of mixers.
As the limo headed towards the main gate he driver opened the small window and asked, “Where to first?”
“Central High please,” replied Gary who looked very smart in his suit and tie. Paul also looked very smart in his suit which complemented Claire’s dress beautifully, the greens and reds were matched in Pauls suit. Abs and Tina were wearing the same, similar in style to Nibs and Sandra’s but the colours were different.
As the two limos pulled out of the driveway they both turned north and then at the main road turned east and head down the road the vixens had used five weeks earlier on Nibs’ birthday when they had first arrived at the club. The limo slowed as it approached the junction to CW9 which would take then almost to the school itself. The two limo’s turned onto the CW and accelerated to about 100mph and moved over one lane and stayed in convoy until they came off the CW a couple of miles before it ended on CW4. As the pair approached the lights at the end of the off ramp, the lights changed and stopped the second limo.
The lead limo pulled in and the driver said, “I was told that the two limos were to pull up together so I need to wait for the second one.”
“On problem,” said Nibs, “can I ask who told you that?”
“Jane C did as she personally booked the vehicles last week,” the driver said and pulled out as the Limo cornered and accelerated to catch the lead one up.
A few minutes later the pair pulled up behind three other vehicles who were dropping off fifth years at the Graduation ball. When the vehicle ahead of them had deposited the pair it was transporting off the lead limo pulled up and the driver climbed out and went around to the correct side and opened the door for the transported guests. Nibs and Daraus along with the six fairy companions got out and was followed by Sandra and then the rest of the friends in the order, Gary, Paul, Claire, Abs and then Tina.
When everyone was out, Nibs said, “Thank you,” to the driver.
Who replied, “Your welcome ma’am,” and he then walked around the front on the vehicle and climbed back into the drivers seat and pulled away and waited for the second one to deposit is transported guests and then they would both head for the car-park and await the groups departure from the Ball.
Abs heard Detric’s comment about Echo Tech and them and said, “It looks like Detric is beginning to understand that the Aces were facing far more then just the Gangrels.”
Nibs laughed at Abs’ comment about the Aces and understanding.
The seven to exit first waited for the six in the second vehicle to arrive and drop off the six it was carrying. When everyone was present everyone headed inside the main building of the school and to the Ball itself.
* * * * * *
From the vehicle in front the driver got out of the back two wheel chairs and helped both Detric and Zoe out and the pair sat in them. They were being pushed by a fourth year member of the offensive team and one of the forth year cheerleader, Zoe use to lead. Detric looked back at the vehicle behind them and saw the licence plate said ‘Echo Tech 08’.
Detric then asked Zoe, “Did we have anyone from Echo Tech in the year?”
“I don’t think so hun,” replied Zoe, “why?”
“The vehicle behind us has Echo Tech licence plates,” replied Detric.
“Oh, that is interesting,” said Zoe.
As the pair entered the main door Detric looked back at who got out and saw Nibs, and Sandra climb out and then they were joined by the rest of the Vixens.
“Fuck, no wonder we hand our arses handed to us so convincingly. It looks like the Vixens are friends with Echo Tech,” Detric said.
* * * * * *
As the group started to walk towards the main door, Hell Bright said, “Nice looking school from the outside.”
“No it weren’t a bad school, just elements in it, made it horrible for people like me,” said Nibs, “Get rid of the bullies and again you have a nice school.”
The group walked through the front door, just beyond was the headmistress and her two assistants. Heather said when she saw the group enter, “Welcome to Central High’s Graduation Ball Vixens, enjoy the evening.”
“Thank you Mrs MacFields,” Sandra said as they passed her.
The group then entered the main hall which was 70metres long, by 30metres wide and at least 15metres high. Along the wall, opposite the door the Vixens had entered by, running from about five metres up to a foot from the ceiling where windows. One end was dominated by the stage which was some three feet above the floor, on which a band made from four members of the fifth year and one from the forth year. The roof was covered in expensive drapes that dropped and looped back to the ceiling and the walls at least 8 metres up.
They then headed for the nearest large empty table, when the group arrived at the table, Nibs said, “Drinks everyone?”
“Yeah,” everyone said.
Both Nibs and Sandra then headed for the fully licensed bar that had been set up in the next door teaching room. As Nibs and Sandra entered the room, they saw a couple of groups of people, one group was the Media group.
Two of their number walked over to Nibs and Sandra and asked, “We know you Sandra, but who are you?”
“Me, I’m Nibola Nibs Calton, I use to be known as Nicholas Calton,” Nibs said.
“Bloody hell,” Dan said, “this is different isn’t it?”
“This is my true self, for a lot of my life I have hidden myself, only at the end of the exams did I embrace my other side.” Nibs replied.
“The reason we came over is that Simon said that Central is planning on re-making the Schools Video and he knew we were interested in helping making it,” Robin said.
“And you want to know what the situation is concerning the source material we have,” said Sandra.
“Yes exactly,” Robin said.
“Have this number is the main phone number of Gangrel command, ask for Sarah Cutherlate she would the best person to talk to about it as we’re about to head for college,” Sandra said.
“Arh, right any idea how available Sarah will be as we were hoping to have this done in a few weeks,” Dan said.
“As free as any other person is,” Sandra said, as they walked to the bar area and got themselves 12 Cabillas and headed back to the group.
Ren asked when the Nibs and Sandra had returned, “Outside for a smoke?”
“Yeah,” said Sandra, and the friends after they had picked up their glasses of Cabilla headed for the one of the doors that headed to the outside.
Paul said, “I was looking around and some of the costumes are excellent, imaginative, and very creative. I’ve been able to identify a few people but that’s due to them being either on crutches or in wheelchairs.”
As the friends along with their fairy companions, who after entering the hall had flown to one of the high windows and perched themselves there, exited the hall they saw Darla in a dress similar to the ones everyone else was wearing and Toma in a smart suit and slave collar.
The outside had about thirty five of the year smoking mainly cigarettes and drinking what looked like alcohol. The area itself was neat and tidy, with seating arranged in groups so friends could sit and chat before they left for college or work. The buildings surrounding the area behind the main hall were all closed up for the summer.
Toma and Darla smiled as the group approached. Toma said, “Good evening friends.”
“Good evening to you fellow graduate, Toma,” Paul said.
“May I say you look very smart in that suit, Toma,” said Abs.
“Thank you Abs,” replied Toma, “Jane said in a few days, I will have a suit made from the same material as everyone else.”
“Bloody hell,” said Jum, “I guessed these were expensive when I saw mine and Wong’s. I didn’t believe the note when I read it, but I guess it must be true then.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Nibs.
“I have to thank you all for being my friends,” said Toma.
“Your welcome Toma,” said Sandra, “I don’t know how much you Mistress has told you about the Gangrels, but you did fill all our requirements for membership.”
“How come,” Toma said.
Darla then turned to her slave and said, “You were disadvantage by the fact you were bullied in the school. Without the bullying you would have led a normal school life, would have left with some good qualifications, and then gone onto college or work,” then Darla drags Toma in to the warm security of her arms and continued, “I saw you at the party and thought to myself, I wonder if there is a way I can help you. Then the Twins chose to follow the Vixens to the Academy, which I wasn’t going to, my choice not to go, and I do feel a little lost without a partner, then I remembered you and thought lets see. And you are the result.”
“I have to admit, I have had a few of the year walk up to me and ask you I am,” said Toma, “I bet you get it as well Nibs.”
“I hope so,” said a smiling Nibs, “It will be fun to change attitudes with natural persuasion rather than ability.”
Then drifting out of the main hall came the chilled sounds of a DJ playing Ambient chill before the Band took to the stage.
From inside the hall walked Simon who headed towards the group when he saw them and asked, “What are the Vixens being this evening?”
“A group from the tele series ‘The Masquerade Vampires’,” replied Tina, “hi Simon.”
“Yeah hi,” said Sandra.
“I’ve had a few of the fifth years walk up to me and ask who are you,” Simon said looking directly at Nibs.
“What have you told them Simon,” replied Nibs.
“To ask you,” Simon replied.
Nibs smiled as Detric who was sat in a wheelchair exited the hall and just behind him was Zoe also in an wheel chair. The four headed towards the were the Vixens were standing and also a few were sitting smoking and enjoying each other’s company.
When the pair got close enough Detric said, “Excuse me but I have an apology to make.” The two fourth years pushing the wheel chairs departed and moved a short distance away, out of direct hearing.
The group turned to face Detric when he said that and Detric continued, “Nibs I apologise for the bullying I endorsed and actually took part in. Seeing you get out of the Echo Tech Limos I realised that we had pissed off a lot more people than just members of the school student population.”
“Thank you for you apology Detric,” said Nibs, “I have no hard feelings against you as a person, but you when you wore the Aces garb, that I found offensive.”
“The Aces never pissed off Echo Tech, we spent the previous few weeks fighting in the Wacker War,” said Sandra, “Echo Tech were very heavily involved in the war and we made some good friends because of it.”
“You only faced the full power of the Echo Tech support in the last couple of minutes, as you were trying to get your self out of the shit,” said Gary, “I paid lip service to my Aces membership, and both times you faced units I was connected with I sat the battle out and didn’t fire a shot. I couldn’t risk any of you seeing me and recognizing me.”
“Oh,” said Detric, “I never realised that we had forced membership on people.”
“You may not have, but members did make it look like if you didn’t join they would make that person’s life in the team hell,” Gary said, “at least four of the offensive team forced out two of the better Receivers and at least two Defensive backs put one of the Defensive Blockers in hospital.”
“You don’t happen to know which people did that, do you Gary?” asked Detric.
“Yes I do,” replied Gary, “Simoine and Leonard, both of whom died during the War Zone, and I’m not sure on the other incident.”
“Ok,” said Detric, “I came over to say that after the War Zone and getting kicked out of home, I got thinking and have asked Simon here if Central needs people to help in policing the Gangs. I had my first interview for the position of Investigator last week, and from the noises the interviewers were making I think I did well.”
“That’s excellent news,” said Gary, “it looks like me and you are going to be working along side one another again then.”
“How come?” asked Detric.
“I command one of the new Gangrel units that will highly likely be actively involved in the policing of the gangs,” Gary said.
“In with that in mind, I think you should know, that we,” and Sandra indicated the twelve Vixens, “are more than people may think. I don’t know how much you got told by Gary, about what happened in the underground facilities?”
“Enough to know that you could have mashed any of us at any point during the time you were here,” said Detric, “why didn’t you Nibs?”
“Think about it Detric, who was Mrs MacFields going to believe me, a student who transferred in from South Aticca or the stars of the football team,” said Nibs, “I understand human nature, and how the human mind works, a school who thinks the sun shines out of the football team’s arses or me.”
“Good point,” Detric said.
“I hated coming to school, but I knew that if I left, then I was letting down my mum and dad. I could have had ghost work from about five months after I moved here,” Nibs said, “I was made a full ghost about six months ago.”
“I have one question, Gary said something about little people helping you in the fight,” said Detric, “I was wondering if you knew what he was on about.”
“We do,” said Sandra and grasped both there hands and said after she got the approval of all the Vixens when they all smiled, Sandra said, “A gift from me to you Detric and you Zoe, the gift of True Sight.”
When Sandra had finished Detric and Zoe saw the fairies.
Pixie said to Zoe, “When last I saw you, you looked scared as hell.”
Zoe stared in shock at Pixie, “No. That’s not possible.”
“Don’t you remember the fight Zoe,” said Sandra, “Claire cast teleport to get you from your position on the surface into the underground facilities and then she cast the magick spell of True Sight on you. You definitely saw Pixie and the others.”
“I don’t remember, I think I was concentrating to hard on fighting you,” said Zoe, “but by the fact that they weren’t there before you said that, must mean that they are real.”
“Now I understand what he was going on about,” said Detric, “I’ll say this much you are an incredible team. As you said you helped during the Wacker War, were you in the front lines during the final assault?”
“Yes we all were,” said Gary, “Hence why me saying the Aces would be facing 50 experienced battle hardened combat troops.”
“I watched retaking and most of it I was in a state of shock at the no nonsense way the forces went about re-taking the streets,” said Detric.
“To give you an idea of the level of technology we have access to, the armour we wear, is 25 to 35 years more advanced than the best the Weapon production corporations have. We all are equipped with advanced Vision rigs, which has low light, thermo, infra red and also a high resolution digital camera. A globally linked comms network, all voice and data are passed through a command post, and they can see what we can see to the same level of detail,” Abs said and then Tina continued after offering Detric her blunt, “Plus all the weapons we carry are equipped as standard with smart gun links. We also can see where our friends are and also we have the capability to display whoever’s camera we want either to a battle field tablet or our PDUs or the vision rig itself.”
“Fuck me,” said Zoe, “No wonder you kicked our arses. The tech alone, you are more than able to take on corporate security forces and win.”
“We did and we won,” said Sandra.
“You have to understand that what you have been told this evening goes no further,” said Nibs.
“We guessed,” said Detric.
The DJed music died away and was replaced by the Gui-Dram sound of the live band. Then the people celebrating graduating started to head inside, Nibs and Sandra nodded to the two forth years and started to push Detric and Zoe inside.
Dan walked over to Detric and asked, “You need us anymore?”
“No I don’t think so, but stick around just in case,” replied Detric.
“No problem,” Dan said, and then the pair disappeared towards the bar.
Sandra looked up at the stage and saw Ben sitting playing the drums for the band, and said to Nibs, “Ben’s up there playing.”
Nibs looked at the stage and saw him playing and said, “Yeah, interesting though, I didn’t see the rest of the band when they came for the chat.”
“No, nor did I,” Sandra said.
* * * * * *
About half an hour later Gary McKrudder was pushed by one of the defensive team that was with him and Simoine at the War Zone. When had gotten close enough he said, “I apologise to you Nibs and your male side especially for the hell I put you through. After we had been captured and I had had basic treatment for my injuries, I spent the next few days sat in hospital in the bed next to Detric. I got a thinking, you were right I did cause a lot of emotional stress to a few people at the school. To that end I have already asked Mrs MacFields if I can come back next year and put right a lot of the wrongs I, personally, caused.”
“That is admirable Gary,” said Nibs, “But do you now understand why you lost so badly to us?”
“Yes, you had us dead to rights long before we every got to the War Zone, you had us beat the second you challenged us to the War Zone. What I’m trying to work out is how we got so convincingly thrashed?” Gary replied.
“Simple a combination of technology and the fact we live, breath and work as a team in almost all things,” replied Tina, “Simoine never stood a chance against me as you never stood a chance against Nibs Gary. The reason is that me, Nibs, Sandra, Abs, Jum and Wong we are all True Adepts, we are faster, tougher, stronger, have better senses than normal humans, I can see detail at least four times further away than a you can Gary, Abs hear a pin drop from 100metres, Sandra can see people’s auras, Nibs understands and knows the why people think and will react to various simuli.”
“Plus we work on a global comms network that allows any of us to contact other members of the forces, and we can see what they see,” said Paul, “in a couple of days most of us, except Gary, Toma and Darla will be travelling to Echo Tech City to attend The Academy,” and then Claire said as if her and Paul were one person, “so we can learn, get better and become what fate has destined for us to become.”
“I won’t ask what the hell just happened,” said Detric.
“Gary,” said Toma.
Gary looked straight at Toma and said, “Do I know you?”
“You do, I’m Tom Demms,” said Toma.
“Oops,” said Gary, “I owe you one too, don’t I.”
To which Toma nodded.
“I apologise to you Tom for the two years of hell you went through due to me throwing my weight around,” said Gary.
“Thank you,” said Toma.
“May I say though, you all have changed since you left school. Not just in the ways you described Tina, there is,” said Detric, “I can’t put my finger on it, but there is something between all twelve of you that is unique. I think it may be the bond you all enjoy.”
“Thank you Detric,” said Wong, “you are right when you say that, we do enjoy a bond, a bond of true friendship, a bond that can never be broken by distance.”
“Nibs gained that bond with us when she studied with us,” and Jum indicated both himself and Wong, “under our Sensei, Hume, and the same bond formed between Nick and Sandra I think, even though certain elements would not admit it. That bond manifested itself when Sandra brought out Nibs and Nibs herself built the same friendship bonds with everyone else here, and I bet with a few others.”
“We took it to its final stage a couple of weekends ago, when me and Nibs were formally joined as legal partners,” said Sandra, “We weren’t alone, Tina and Abs also sealed their bond as did Paul and Claire.”
Jum then said, “Nibs, would you please preside over a Jarrzarian Wedding, between me and Wong.”
“It would be my honour Jum, Wong,” replied Nibs and nodded to each in turn.
A pair of gents Nibs knew from the Computer society walked over and asked, “Sandra, I knew you and Nick were friends, is Nick here this evening?”
“She is here,” replied Sandra, “allow me to introduce the new and improved Nick or Nibola Nibs Calton-Patterson.”
Nibs then looked at the pair and they then realised that is was Nick stood there looking at them.
“Happy graduation,” the pair said.
“Happy graduation to you both,” Nibs replied as the band finished the first set.
Sandra walked over towards where the band were standing, after coming down from the stage, and tapped Ben on the shoulder and said, “Hi, I never realised you were a member of a band Ben.”
“Yeah, been the drummer for the band for a couple of years, I’ve been trying to persuade them to join the Gangrels but they say they don’t run with gangs,” Ben said.
“Let me and the rest of the Vixens have a go, but we may have found you a tenth member for training,” Sandra said.
“Yeah!” exclaimed Ben, “Who?”
“Toma, he’s been introduced this Savraday with everyone else, but after training he will be working with Darla rather than running with a unit,” Sandra replied and the pair walked over to where the rest of the Vixens were standing before going back outside for a smoke. Wong and Jum had disappeared to the bar for some more drinks.
Nibs said when Ben and Sandra had approached, “Hi Ben, its good to see you here.”
“Yeah, likewise,” Ben said, “Detric, Gary, Zoe,” and Ben nodded to each.
“Hi Ben, Simon has told me of the work you’ve done over the last few months concerning the Aces and their actions both inside and outside school,” Detric said, “I wish I had never agreed with Simoine about setting up a street gang with the Team as it’s members.”
Nibs and Tina pushed Detric and Zoe outside and Adam pushed Gary, the group all moved to one of the seating arrangements and most sat down.
Zoe then said, “Just so people know, Amy is planning to try and get revenge on you Tina, that’s the reason why she’s not here, she thought you would be here and so didn’t want to have a confrontation with you Tina.”
“Would you pass a message to her from me,” Tina said, “If she wants me all she has to do is ask nicely, I would be happy to accommodate her and also kill her.”
Kai said to Nibs, “What’s your plans now? I guess you won’t be going to College now that you run with the Gangrels.”
“That’s where you are wrong, I am going to college, except I’m going with my friends here in the Vixens and it’s to the Academy, the school dedicated to the training of elite Ghosts,” Nibs said, “Which we all are.”
“Ok, how about you three?” asked Kai.
“Not sure, due to the extent of my injuries I’m not going to be able to take up the scholarship I had been awarded,” Gary said, “but with my actions over the last couple of years, I think I deserve it.”
“Hopefully I’ll be working as an investigator for Central,” said Detric.
“Helping Detric and hopefully doing a part time home study college course into media and advertising,” said Zoe.
“In what respect advertising?” Nibs asked.
“How advertising effects the way people look at products and weather or not they buy the item,” Zoe replied.
The other three members of the band walked out of the hall and lit up, they then wandered over to where Ben was sitting on the edge of one of the seats.
The Ian said, “I never realised you knew Sandra and that group Ben?”
“Yeah, you remember me talking about us as a band joining the Gangrels gang,” Ben said.
“Yeah, I do,” said Katlin, the lead Gui-Dram player.
“Well you do realise that Sandra, Paul, Nibs, Tina, Abs, and Gary are also all members as is everyone else here except for Gary, Detric and Zoe,” Ben said.
“No, way,” Iain said.
“Yes way,” said Nibs, “Ben and the rest of his friends are being introduced to the gang tomorrow evening.”
“What all the group you run with,” Iain said.
“Yes,” replied Ben, “all nine and when the next training cadre starts, if Toma wants to then we will start basic training.”
“Yeah, very much so,” Toma said.
“And the next Cadre will be my first in charge of Training under Gareth,” said Darla.
“I noticed some elements from Dark Legion in your music,” said Sandra as Nibs passed Ben her tin and pipe.
Ben then said, “Thanks Nibs,” as he took it and loaded himself a pipe and smoked it. Ben than asked Nibs, “May I,” and indicated that he wanted to pass it to the band.
“Yeah, no problem Ben,” said Nibs.
“Yes we are heavily influenced by the sounds and songs from Dark Legion,” Katlin said.
“You do know that five years ago the band ran with the Dark Legion Gangrel unit in South Klebge District and became famous off their first gig at Gangrel command,” said Sandra, “both me and Paul watched them play as we were both introduced at that gig.”
“No,” Jim, the bass player, said and got handed Nibs’ pipe loaded with cannabis along with a lighter. When Jim took it he said, “Thanks Nibs, I recognize you from somewhere, but I can’t place where.”
“Try, Electronics,” Nibs said.
“No, that’s not where I know you from,” Jim said.
“Yes it is, I use to be Nick Calton,” Nibs said.
“Fuck me,” said Jim and Katlin and then Jim said, “Nick Calton. My god, no now you say that yes I do recognize you now. That is some change.”
“Oh yes,” said Sandra, “It was some change wasn’t it hun.”
“Yeah, it was,” said Nibs.
“What a lot of people don’t realise is that the Gangrels have over 1000 members just in the street gang section,” said Darla.
“Fuck me,” said Detric, “I thought you were kidding when you said in addition 100 other combat support personal.”
“Yeah, for a few of those that War Zone was the first time they picked up a fire arm, let alone actually put their lives on the line,” Gary said, “Don’t you remember Simon and Derrick were there too.”
“Yeah I do,” said Detric as Derrick walked out of the Hall in search of Detric, Gary and any other members of the team.
Derrick walked over and said, “Hi everyone. I’m surprise to see you four associating with the Vixens.”
“Why, we are all Graduating tonight, anyway Nibs said it herself she has no hard feelings against me, but it was when I was wearing the Aces garb, that she found offensive, plus I have apologised to her and Toma for the last couple of years,” Detric said.
“As have I,” said Gary.
Derrick laughed and said, “What is it with you Nibs and the Vixens, you just accept things and never try to change them.”
“Why should I, me being me is often enough to change people,” Nibs said.
“You forget one of the Gangrel Standing Orders,” Gary said, “Gangrels should accept all as equals and let there actions be the initiator of re-action not there past.”
“They apologised to us this evening, and that is enough in my eyes to wipe all the past transgressions,” Nibs said, “Why hold a grudge.”
“This is the first time I’ve actually chatted to you as a group,” said Ian, “and to put it bluntly I wish I had chatted to you a lot earlier. You all are so down to earth. Including you Ben.”
“Now do you see why I’m going to join the Gangrels,” Ben said.
“Yes I do,” Ian said.
“Ian do you want to go to the Gathering tomorrow?” Darla asked and Simon nodded in recognition of Darla’s idea.
“Yeah, how?” Ian asked.
“By coming as my guest, you’ll spend the first bit of the evening with the rest of the Vixens, but that’s due to me sponsoring Toma for membership,” Darla replied.
“Does the invite include Katlin and Jim?” Ian asked.
“Yeah,” Darla replied, “The only thing you need is some smart clothes or a formal dress,” Darla replied.
“A what?” asked Katlin.
“These Katlin,” replied Hell Bright, and she slightly lifted her skirt to show Katlin what she meant.
“That could be a bit hard as I don’t have one,” Katlin replied.
“You do now,” said Darla, “I think a quick trip to Risers tomorrow as well to get you one.”
“My next question is. How are we going to get there?” Ian said.
“Simple, I’ll borrow a car from the Club and that’s how we get there,” Darla said.
“So what’s going to happen tomorrow then?” asked Jim.
“To start, the introductions, then I think we have three bands playing. One from South Cove Raiders, one from South Stevran Strikers and I think the third is from Wester Park Maulers, then DJed music to around 8 in the morning,” Darla said, “The Gangrels are hardened party animals.”
Heather’s voice came over the PA on the stage and she said, “May I have the attention of all the students and staff, please.”
Everyone from outside and the bar entered the hall and on the stage was the chair of the Board of Governors and both of Heathers assistants in running the school.
Heather then said, “It is Central High’s tradition that at the Graduation Ball we award the student of the year award and also crown the king and queen of the ball. The student of the year award as voted by you the student body, goes to Detric, but, Detric has spoken to me directly and put forward another name, in his own words more deserving than him,” Heather was smiling as her eyes fell on Nibs, “I give to you, Nicholas Calton as she was know during her short stay with us. Now she is known as Nibola Nibs Calton-Patterson.”
The gathered audience clapped at the announcement.
Nibs stared and her mouth hung slightly open in shock at what Heather had just said.
Sandra thought said to Nibs, “Boo.”
This shook Nibs out of her stupper and she nodded thank you to Detric.
Who replied, “Your welcome Nibs, you deserve it more than I do, you put up with nine months of hell from us, the Aces.”
Nibs then walked to the steps and onto the stage where she bowed in the traditional Jarrzarian manor to the Chair, as Mr Tun-ork smiled and bowed in response and then handed Nibs the award and shook her hand. Heather then backed away from the mic and indicated for Nibs to make a speech.
“To put it bluntly I’m speechless. Thank you Detric, I think you are a fine example of a human, and thank you to my partner Sandra for her undying love,” Nibs said and then turned and left the stage.
Heather then re-approached the microphone and said, “Now to the crowning of the king and queen, this award is decided on by the staff before the Ball, but again the winners have turned it down in favour of two more deserving recipients, Nibola Nibs Calton-Patterson and her legal partner Sandra.”
Nibs, Sandra and Daraus all walked to the stage and were awarded the sash both of which read Graduation Ball Queen 2068. Again Heather moved out of the way of the microphone. Nibs and Sandra both walked up to the microphone.
Sandra said, “Like Nibs before I am also speechless, the only thing I would like to know is who won it, Mrs MacFields?”
“Detric and Zoe,” Heather replied.
“Detric, Zoe, let me concure with Nibs’ earlier statement, you both are fine examples,” Sandra said whilst Nibs was smiling happily. Daraus was smiling happily as well.
Nibs and Sandra then left the stage and Ian, Jim, Katlin and Ben all climbed the steps to the Stage and kicked our the first song of the second set.
Mr Tun-ork along with Heather walked over towards the group and Mr Tun-ork said in Mid Jarrzarian, “Good evening Mrs Calton-Patterson and Mrs Calton-Patterson.”
Sandra was the first to reply and said, “Good evening to you sir,” and Sandra bowed which Mr Tun-ork responded to with a bow of his own.
Nibs then said, again in mid Jarrzarian, “Good evening Mr Tun-ork, I hope you have had a pleasant evening?”
“I have,” Mr Tun-ork said in Basic, which pleased a lot of the friends, “Mrs MacFields was telling me that you only transferred to the school ten months ago from South Aticca, and yet you know Jarrzarian, and I would say fluently as well.”
“I have a knack for languages and had two excellent teachers, Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma,” and both bowed to Mr Tun-ork who responded with one of his own.
“Many I ask how many languages do you know?” Heather asked, “and please it’s Heather.”
“Thank you, and please call me Nibs Mr Tun-ork. Eight including basic at the moment, I hope to increase that number over the next few years whilst I am at the Academy,” Nibs said.
“The Academy as in the Research and Design Centre run by the ghost community,” Mr Tun-ork said.
“Yes,” Sandra said, “most of us are going on Sumdar to Echo Tech City and then travelling on to the Academy.”
“The only reason why I know about the Academy as you guessed I’m not connected in any way to the ghost community other than my company does employ a few from time to time. A friend of my son is currently in the third year and is about to start his fourth,” Mr Tun-ork said.
“How is Clare and Abbey, I saw them last Sumdar but never got to actually speak to them,” Heather asked.
“They are both well, try and get to Club Millana in Bariskin District. They would be happy to see you,” said Tina.
“Oh yes, Yuron, I did actually forget not only is Nibs and Sandra legal partners, so is Tina and Abs and also Paul and Claire over there. All there got partnered, I think that is what the Paygans call it,” Heather said.
“Then congratulations are in order,” Mr Tun-ork said, “and may I say you all look really well.”
Heather then turned to Zoe and asked, “Is Amy here?”
“No she didn’t attend due to personal reasons,” Zoe replied and stared, ‘Don’t ask, at some point I will tell you why.’
“Arh, thank you Zoe, then the rumours are true, she is planning something,” Heather responded.
“I would have thought after what the Aces did you Nibs and you,” Mr Tun-ork said, as he couldn’t remember the gent with this real beauty of a Gothic Mistress.
“Toma, Yuron,” Heather said.
“No, these gents and ladies were offensive to us wearing the colours of the Aces, but outside the gang they are humans like me or you and should be treated with respect. On there actions will they be judged by people, now, I do not know how much you know about what happened in the last few weeks Mr Tun-ork,” Abs said.
Simon then said, “These people are now no-longer allowed to wear the colours of the Aces, by decree of Central. By doing so they can be removed from the gene pool, and as the Gangrels are the official forced charge with policing the gangs along side Central, they would have been dealt with already.”
“Arh, yes Heather did talk of the, ‘War Zone’ that happened some three weeks ago I think now,” Mr-Tun-ork said, “Well it was a pleasure meeting you all, and again my congratulations on your partnerships,” and both Heather and Mr Tun-ork moved away.
Paul then asked, “Drinks?”
“Yeah,” everyone replied.
Zoe turned to Tina and asked, “Other than seeing you around school and fighting Gangrels on the battle field, what is it like to be a Gangrel?”
“When you join all Gangrels spend thirteen weekends and at least two nights a week at Command in the north learning what it means to be a Gangrel. Included is how to be safe around weapons, team work, how to handle a battle professionally, and also getting fit,” Tina replied, “Why the question?”
“I was thinking, if Detric does become an investigator then it would pay to know how our colleagues in the policing section live, and play,” Zoe said.
“Well as tomorrow seems to be the day of guests going to the Gathering, why not come with us,” Tina said, “both of you.”
“No we couldn’t,” Zoe said.
“A Gathering is an event for all,” said Simon, “it don’t matter who you are, member or not. Tomorrow is when a large number of young adults get introduced to the gang and when you see the faces they are proud to belong to the Gangrels.”
“Haven’t you noticed none of us slouch, we all hold ourselves head up,” Abs said.
“Yes I have,” Zoe replied, “I did wonder why that even through our worst you all still held yourselves in a manor that rose above the name calling and sly thumps the more aggressive members dished out to people, and a lot of the students around you took strength from you being present.”
“We know,” Abs said, “A lot of the students tell us that they did take strength from us being around, even if we were unable to do anything to stop it.”
“That rule is changing in relation to the Gangrels, in that if they see physical assaults from members of the student body against another person, they can intervene to stop it using reasonable force,” said Simon.
“At bloody last,” said Tina.
Mrs Deeth walked towards the group and saw Tina chatting with Zoe and walked the short distance and said, “Hi Tina.”
“Hi Mrs Deeth,” Tina replied and stood up, “Heather just told me that Nick was over here, is he?”
“She is, Mrs Deeth,” Tina replied, “Nibs, Mrs Deeth.”
Paul and Claire then returned with two large trays of drinks. Nibs turned and said, “Mrs Deeth, I hope you are well,” in Spinnayian.
Mrs Deeth looked at Nibs and said, “I am well, you are?”
“Nibola Nibs Calton-Patterson, you would have known me by my male name, Nick Calton,” Nibs said.
Mrs Deeth shook her head in shook and also double took Nibs, “My god, so you are like Tina then a male to female crossdresser.”
“At the moment yes I crossdress, but like Tina I will be starting hormonal replacement therapy in few weeks, which in time should give me a more womanly figure,” Nibs said.
“Just so you both know,” Mrs Deeth said, “Both your final projects unless you want them back, will be on display and I spending the holidays constructing a larger more robust version for the students to look at and handle.”
“No, I have no problem with that Mrs Deeth,” said Nibs, “I’m happy that it can be put to good use.”
“Same here,” Tina said, “Soon I have a feeling we will be working on micro electronics and similar.”
“Can I take it you have a job as I know you didn’t apply to any colleges?” Mrs Deeth asked.
“No,” Nibs replied and slightly laughed, “we are both going to a form of college, but to attend this one you have to be selected and the applicants don’t know it’s happening.”
“Arh, well congratulations both of you on new status, Heather and Simon told the staff who have been in over the last couple of weeks about you partnership ceremony,” Mrs Deeth said.
“May I say that I carry the wishes of all the staff who directly knew you and a lot of those who didn’t,” Mrs Deeth said.
“Thank you Mrs Deeth,” said Nibs and the pair lightly embraced, “When we get to the Academy I’ll email the school the link to the recording of the ceremony and the reception so all the staff can see it.”
“It was recorded!” Mrs Deeth exclaimed.
“Yes, we had 1700 guests at the actual ceremony and another 4000 watching a net feed and I think the last count the page with the download on has had 30,000 downloads,” Nibs said.
Mrs Deeth looked at Nibs in shook at the figures, “My god, that’s almost 6000 people watching on the day!” Mrs Deeth then exclaimed. “I had 120 guests at mine. My god, how many were Gangrels?”
“I think the last count on the day, five hundred from Gangrel youth, and another 800 from the other work the Gangrels do, you forget they do a lot more than just be a street gang Mrs Deeth,” Simon said, “Nibs, Tina, allow me to introduce my deputy here in the school, Mrs Anna Deeth, and my campaign organiser, I’ve got myself a bit of a battle for leadership of Central.”
“Oh, who’s standing against you,” Tina asked.
“One of the newbies, he’s standing so people can see we are a democratic organisation and not a city government quango,” Simon said.
“Be careful Simon, even the Newbies may surprise the establishment,” Nibs said.
“Yes I know, that’s why the person who is standing is standing, his wife has got a job in Deebina Metro and he’s moving in Sept2 when she takes up the position of PA to the Rotork Theaban City VP,” Simon replied.
Nibs and Tina stared in shook at what Simon had just said, Nibs then said, “How well do you know this gent.”
“Very, he use to run with the South Strip Impailers Gangrel Unit,” Simon said.
“Is he free tomorrow and as he use to run with a Gangrel unit, he’ll probably be more than up for a Gathering,” Nibs said.
“He’s already been invited,” Simon said, “Sarah invited him last week at the same time she invited me.”
“Good,” Nibs said.
“Why the interest in him coming,” Simon asked.
“I know for a fact you don’t know about Rotork Theaban Simon,” Nibs said.
“Yes,” responded Simon.
“We have it from the source, they are holding Sam, Claire’s mum, and she is being worked as a slave to the president of Naban. The actual company Rotork Theaban is controlled by what the Conspiracy calls the Evil, and do you remember Abilgail from Claire’s High school,” Nibs said.
“Yes,” said Simon.
“She is a T-man or tattooed man, to give it’s full name, to the same evil. The Vixens were heavily involved in busting a slaver operation in the area around the Wacker HQ, during the Wacker Incident. Clare and Abbey were both being held in the facility and received their first magickal tattoos at the hand of an alchemist,” Nibs said.
“Fuck me,” said Simon.
“The reason for the question is would he be an observation agent for conspiracy,” Nibs said.
“More than likely,” Simon said.
“Good,” Nibs said.
“What time you getting to Command?” Simon asked.
“Around 2 to 2.30 as we are bringing guests from South Pensuila District,” Nibs said.
“Ok,” Simon said. He then turned and saw Claire and Paul following Ren out side, and Simon likewise followed them outside.
* * * * * *
“Claire, a message from Mark and Angelique, they both hope that you are going to be at tomorrow’s gathering, as they have a message for you,” Simon said.
“Hi Simon, oh, I wonder what that is,” Claire said, “of course I am going to be there.”
“I know that,” said Simon, “Hi Hell Bright, Ren.”
“Hi Paul,” said a voice from behind him.
Paul turned and saw a Cathy from his Politics and Corporate Economics class, he said, “Hi Cathy, it’s good to see you.”
“Yes and you,” Cathy said, “Where the hell have you been, I’ve knocked a few time’s for you and left a couple of notes.”
“Oops none of us have been home in ages, I think the last time someone visited home was the 25th Auar,” Paul said.
“That may explain it then, I left my first note of the 30th Auar,” Cathy said.
“Introduce me,” said Claire.
“Sorry hun,” said Paul, “Cathy meet my legal partner Claire Demitrie. I knew her from my politics and Economics classes.”
“It’s nice to meet you Cathy,” said Claire.
“And you,” said Cathy, “So what are your plans now you’ve left school, still running with that gang.”
“Yeah, and that gang as you call it,” Paul said, “is one of the reasons why I am married to my true love Claire, we both belong to the Gangrels. As to my plans yes we both will always be members of the Gangrels until we die I think and no I ain’t running with the street gang, me and all the Vixens are going to The Academy to learn how to be better ghosts. We’ll also improve the general technology available to the ghost community and in the long run the rest of the world.”
Cathy smiled at Paul’s answers, and said, “What and where have you been then, if you’ve not been living at home?”
“All the Vixens and quite a few other Gangrel units have been involved in the Wacker War,” Paul said, “and we were instrumental in the current states of Detric, Gary, Zoe and others in the hall, during the War Zone which happened after the last game of the season.”
“Oh,” said Cathy, “then I guess that the messages on a few of the politics boards about the war are right.”
“What have they been saying?” Paul asked.
“That the elite forces were made up mainly from units of the black ones,” Cathy said, “some of the messages have been laughed at.”
“Why,” asked Claire.
“Oh, they were saying things like Nicolai, Jane C, Paul Delimetry had been seen donning street armour and mixing it up with the Wacker military and security troops,” Cathy said.
“Oh, are they that unbelievable,” said Paul as he took out his PDU and brought up one of the pictures he had taken of his friends as they chilled around the Club.
Cathy looked at it and her mouth opened slightly in shock, seeing Jane C, Nicole and Paul all sat in the main briefing room of the Club, and the date showed it had been taken on 26th Auar. Cathy then exclaimed, “You must be kidding, the messages are true!”
“Yes very true,” said Hell Bright.
“Yes, they also were involved in the War Zone against the Aces,” Ren said.
Cathy then looked at the pair and said, “You were never students here.”
“No we weren’t, but Mrs MacField invited us,” Hell Bright replied.
“She did Cathy, I was present when she did,” Simon said.
“Oh, my apologise,” Cathy said.
“No worries,” said Hell Bright.
“Do you know why they were there?” Cathy asked.
“Yes we do,” replied Paul, “They were present because they all hold Full Ghost licences and enjoy the ghost life more than they enjoy the life in the board room.”
“That can’t be the reason,” Cathy said.
“It is,” said Nibs as she and Sandra walked outside to have a smoke.
“Nibola, Sandra, congratulations on being the ball’s queens, and congratulations on being legal partners, by the fact you are queen you must have attended here as a student, but I don’t ever remembering seeing such a beauty other than in the Moroth after the exams had finished,” Cathy said.
“Weren’t you present when the awards were announced?” Sandra asked.
“No, I came back from a family holiday only a couple of hours ago and arrived here as the Band kicked out their second set,” Cathy replied.
“Arh, then you wouldn’t know the under the dress and makeup was once Nicholas Calton, who also won the Student of the Year award,” said Sandra.
“No way, Nick, so it was you who kicked the arse of McKrudder then,” Cathy said.
“Yes it was and I hope you know he’s sat right behind you Cathy,” Nibs said.
“Oh, Gary,” Cathy said as she turned around and saw Gary, Detric and Zoe all in wheel chairs, “How did that, happen!” exclaimed Cathy, “I’m gone for a month and two of the stars of the football team and member of the Aces are in wheel chairs, being pushed by members of the hated Gangrels.”
“What happened,” Detric said, “I ran into the immovable object what was Gary Sutherland. He put me in here at the end of the War Zone. We deserved everything we got that evening for the nightmare the Aces have been at the school.”
“Lets just say Nibs taught me a lesson I won’t quickly forget,” said Gary, “I resigned my scholarship as the Doctors said, ‘I won’t be playing for a good couple of years if at all’. Nibs said it herself I did cause a lot of emotional distress during my time at the school. Nibs and the rest of the Vixens repaid it ten fold, not only on me, but on the entire Aces gang.”
“So what are you going to be doing then Gary?” Cathy asked.
“Helping around the school as a student advisor and also trouble shooter,” Gary said.
“I guess you also won’t be taking up the scholarship Detric,” Cathy said.
“No, after Gary broke my leg, I realised that I won’t be playing football as I could see the bone under the skin,” said Detric, “Currently my plans are to become an investigator for Central, I think I passed the first interview, so one more interview to go. Then I think I had better learn how to handle myself in a fight, because I think I may need it.”
At this the band finished playing their second encore and left the stage for the last time and the music was replaced by some DJed Ambient trance.
Nibs asked, “Hun, what’s the time?”
“10:30 why?” Sandra asked.
“I was thinking why not go and hit one of the alternative Clubs north of the river, ring Ruth, Carole or Janet and find out what’s happening,” Nibs said.
“Yeah, why not,” Sandra said, “we did get an invite from Janet.”
Nibs then stood and said, “I’m trying to work out how we are going to get the group to the club scene in the area.”
“How many we got then?” Paul asked.
“Twelve in the Vixens, Darla, Toma, Detric, Gary, Zoe, Cathy if she wants to join us, the band, and Simon,” Nibs said.
“Not me tonight,” replied Simon, “I need some sleep.”
“Ok, total twenty two,” said Sandra, “Good point we can only carry eighteen in the Limo’s.”
“No need we have a twelve seater Minibus,” said Jim.
“And both me and Toma got here by bike,” Darla said.
“Ok then, that’s sorted,” Nibs said, “Shall we then.” Nibs then got out her PDU and rang Janet, and waited for it to connect.
When it did, Janet said, “Hi Janet speaking how can I help?”
“Hi Janet, it’s Nibs, me and my friends were thinking what’s happening on the scene up your way?” Nibs asked.
“I’m literally heading to Club Dark in Wine in South Penisula, Ruth said her and at least Carole would be there this evening as a band they like were playing the Club,” Janet replied.
“That’s even better,” said Nibs, “I’ll miss call you when we are outside.”
“Done, I’ll keep my radio link in my ear then and set it to vibrate,” Janet said and hung up.
“Right then,” Nibs said, “shall we my friends.”
“Yeah,” everyone said.
* * * * * *
About forty five minutes later all the vehicles were pulling up as near to the Club as possible. On the journey Nibs had asked the driver if he wanted to enjoy himself this evening. He had agreed it would be a good way of chilling.
Nibs took out her PDU and rang Janet who answered, “Hi Nibs, you outside?”
“Yes we are all twenty four of us,” Nibs replied.
“Right then we’re on our way to get you,” Janet said.
“No need just been seen by Tarack who is working security on the door,” Nibs said as Tarack walked over. Nibs then hung up the phone.
Sandra bent down and said to Detric and Zoe, “We’ll do better introductions inside.”
Both Detric and Zoe nodded, ‘we understand after seeing right through the illusion around his face.
“Welcome to Dark in Wine, one of the leading LTBG scene clubs,” Tarack said, “Please follow me, ladies, gents.” Tarack then led the group through the side door, normally used by staff and VIPs. A short passage way, bypassed the main entrance and deposited the group right outside security control and the group deposited their pistols, and then followed Tarack into the main club where Yarrar was standing just inside the door from entrance to the club proper.
Yarrar saw the group enter and walked towards them and said, “Good evening friends.”
Gary, and the others outside the know saw Yarrar and exclaimed, “What the hell!”
Nibs turned to the group and said, “Allow me to introduce Yarrar and Tarack of the Pen Wolf Hounds.”
“Thank you Nibs,” Yarrar said, “friends of the Vixens allow me to welcome you to the Dark in Wine, give the staff and cliental no problems and you won’t get any problems from us. Now enjoy your evening.”
Yarrar turned and led the group to the bar where she lent behind and grabbed out a VIP pass and handed it to Nibs, “Free Drinks.”
Nibs ordered the round and the group headed of an area of the club where only a few members of the cliental were standing,
When the group had arrived Gary asked, “How do you know those,” and after a short pause he continued, “people.”
“How do we know them Gary,” Tina said, “all of the Vixens are members of a force dedicated to making sure the corps and other bodies dedicated to helping mankind do so and if the governments don’t hold them to account, someone does.”
“Arh, I now understand,” Gary and Detric said.
Two quite elegant ladies in her late thirties walked over and one said, “Good evening Nibs, Sandra.”
“Janet,” Nibs replied.
“Allow me to introduce my wife Marcia,” Janet said.
“Evening Marcia,” said Sandra.
Nibs then introduced everyone to Yarrar and Greacher who had walked over from the door area, Greacher said, “The club is members only, all of the cliental are members of the community who know about us and support and help us in our work.”
“Enjoy yourselves this evening, and before you leave, ask at the security control for a membership card,” Yarrar said and the pair walked off.
Nibs pushed Gary, Gary was pushing Detric and Sandra was pushing Zoe and they entered the main club from the quiet room. On the stage was a warm up band, running up the left wall was a staircase that led to different rooms, in front of the stage was a large area where a few people were dancing. Opposite the stairs on the ground floor was a large 30metre long bar which had about fifteen people standing leaning against it.
Stood at the bar was a Urick chatting to a tall gent. Stood at the bar was Ruth and Tarack had her held around the waist. Nibs with Blackie flying just a few feet above Gary’s right shoulder walked towards the group. When Nibs and Gary were close Nibs said, “Hi, how long has it been official?”
“About a week,” said Ruth and then turned and saw Nibs standing there, “Hi Nibs,” then she saw Gary, she said, “I remember you from the War Zone, you belong to the Aces.”
“Yeah I did,” Gary said.
“Now he’s a human being worthy of respect,” said Nibs, “he apologised to me and Toma earlier this evening Ruth.”
“Well allow me to introduce you to Gavin an ex member of Sec Com,” said Ruth.
“Nibola Calton-Patterson good evening, I think I may have been the one to start a certain Tammeria questioning Sec Com,” Gavin said.
“You’ve already met Urick,” Tarack said and walking over from the dance floor came Carole and Greacher and Sandra followed them.
Nibs asked, “Where’s Zoe?”
“Chatting to a couple of very convincing young Trans people,” Sandra said, who then thought said, “I think the idea of bringing them here is about to pay off.”
Nibs smiled as she saw the pair push Detric and Zoe off towards the dance floor.
Gary then walked over and said, “hi Ruth, hi Carole.”
“Hi Gary,” said Carole and slipped her arm into Greacher’s who was smiling happily.
Nibs just shook her head at the sight.
Ruth turned to Nibs and said, “Did you have a good week?”
“We did thanks,” Nibs replied and then asked Gary, “How much do you remember of our combat?”
“Enough to know you could have done what you did to me a long time before that,” replied Gary.
“Ok, how much do you remember of the other helper I had,” Nibs said as Sandra placed her hand on Gary’s shoulder.
Sandra then said, “A gift from me to you Gary, the gift of True sight.”
When Sandra had finished Gary saw Blackie and also Pixie. When Gary saw them he said, “They are real aren’t they.”
“Very much so, Gary,” Nibs said, “let me introduce, Blackie and Pixie, mine and Sandra’s fairy companions, we are linked in all ways due to the interaction of an open rift and a ceremony I conducted a earlier that week,” then Sandra said, “by me gifting you, you now are a part of a world wide force dedicated to the defence of this planet and the population from evils and creatures that would turn your hair white.”
“Ok,” said Gary, “I guess then the creatures are also a part of the force?”
“Yes we are,” said Tarack, “I’m a member of the race called the Wolfen from the Three Galaxies. Greacher here is a Coalition Dog Boy, a race created by genetically manulipating the genes of humans and dog, Yarrar is a Battle cat, similar genetic manulipulation except they used a cat instead of a dog.”
“Fuck me, do you come from this planet then Greacher?” Gary asked.
“No, my unit most of which you see here, Gavin, Ruth, Carole and Tarack have been added since we arrived here and made friends with the conspiracy forces through Paul Delimetry when he came and did some research into our activities,” Greacher said.
* * * * * *
About half an hour later a second warm up band took to the stage and started to bang out some screams rather than actual songs lyrics. Most of the group headed for one of the other rooms and soon found a quiet room, where the DJ was playing some ambient chill music and both Nibs and Sandra, saw Hell Bright, Ren, Paul, Claire and the four’s companions chilling. Nibs looked back and saw Detric and Zoe still chatting to the two Trans youths. Tina, Abs and both the Twins were madly dancing on the Dance floor.
Nibs thought said to Blackie, “Go and find, Darla, Jum and the others Blackie and make sure they are ok.”
“Done boss,” said Blackie and flew off in the direction of the top floor area. He saw Darla, and the rest of the friends sat in there listening to Light Gothic Trance. Blackie then flew back to where Nibs was sat with the others, Janet and Marcia walked over and both sat down.
Marcia turned to Nibs and said, “When my husband told me about you coming into the shop, I said I’ll believe you, but now I’ve met you, he weren’t kidding, you are an incredibly beautiful and elegant Mrs Calton-Patterson.”
“Please call me Nibs,” Nibs said and took a sip of her Cabilla.
Ruth came and sat beside Nibs and asked, “How much do you know about what’s happening in the South East?”
“Enough to know, that it ain’t good, and from reports there is definitely activity non conducive to the betterment of Darra Von,” Nibs said.
“That’s pretty much what we’ve read in the intelligence reports,” Ruth said.
“Currently the Hunters, Marauders and Hammers are undergoing training to make them ready to face them,” Sandra said.
“Well, take it from me,” said Tarack, “If the reports are true then the Pen will be joining the forces in the area. If there is one thing I can’t stand and that’s Vampires.”
* * * * * *
Nibs, Sandra and Daraus all stood after spending an hour in the ambient chill room, left and went wandering around the club itself. They found Detric and Zoe, laughing at something one of the two trans youth said.
Nibs said, when they party was close enough, “Hi again, enjoying yourselves?”
“Yeah,” said Zoe, “massively, other than Tina and yourself, Nibs, these two are the first two trans people we’ve actually chatted to. What is it about the world that discriminates against people like this. Just because they want to dress in a slightly different way to the rest of the world, doesn’t mean that they are any less a human being that a person that dresses in the way the world expects.”
“I think we may make a Gangrel out of you yet Zoe,” said Sandra.
“What did Zoe call you?” Jackie asked.
“Nibs,” Nibs said, “Why?”
“Your not also know as the Black Fairy are you?” Fran asked
“Yes, I’ve been called that,” Nibs said.
“The let me say it’s a pleasure to meet with the leadership partnership of the Bitch Vixens, both me and Fran also run with the South Penisula Strikers,” Jackie said.
“You going to the Gathering tomorrow?” Sandra asked.
“No, we will be setting up a defensive perimeter around the Pensuila Red Bats Headquarters, and expect to be on site for the next four weeks at least,” Jackie said, “So tonight me and Fran are letting our hair down and enjoying ourselves.”
“Tomorrow will be a good Gathering, over 20 new members will be introduced tomorrow,” Nibs said.
“Twenty, that the most we’ve had join the gang in a couple of years,” Fran said.
“Yeah I know,” said Sandra, “The last time we had so many new members was the last gig of Dark Legion’s last world tour, two years ago.”
“I was about to ask you both,” said Fran, “If you want to come back to ours for the night?”
Detric looked at Nibs, and asked, “How were you planning on getting us to the Gathering tomorrow?”
“Mini bus, as at the moment I think we have close on ten people going in addition to the Vixens,” Nibs said.
“Can we ask were would you be going?” Nibs said.
“Back to ours,” Jackie said.
“Just trying to plan tomorrow as we are also picking up Leia and Annabel from the area as well,” Nibs said.
“Leia Crofton and Annabel Wrights,” Fran asked.
“I’m not sure on the surnames, but I think so,” Nibs said.
“They said they would go and ask Mads about the scene a few weeks ago, just before the local high school broke up,” Fran said.
“We met them last Savraday in Risers and we invited them to join the Vixens at the Gathering,” Nibs said.
Fran and Jackie smiled at the news of those two attending the Gathering.
“Anyway, so if you two want to come back with us, we are leaving in the next couple of minutes.” Fran said.
“Can we Nibs,” Zoe asked.
“I’m not your keeper Zoe, just let me have your phone numbers so I can contact you tomorrow about picking you both up,” Nibs said.
“Oops, beautiful wedding you two,” Jackie said, “we attended in our male dress.”
“Ok,” Sandra said and the group left as Fran and Jackie pushed Detric and Zoe towards security control and the Exit.
Nibs and Sandra both wandered the short distance to where Tina, Abs and The Twins were standing after coming off the dance floor.
When the three reach where they were standing, Tina said, “You are kidding me, Detric and Zoe going off with a couple of Trans youth.”
“I know,” said Nibs, “but I think we are seeing different side to Detric, I think he may have been led down the road of forming a street gang. He did say earlier that he wished he’d never agreed with Simoine about the street gang.”
“Anyway, when are we planning on departing for the Club?” Abs asked.
“When ever people are ready, I think most are enjoying themselves too much to think about going,” Sandra said.
“I’m only thinking about a change of clothes for us as this is all we have,” Abs said.
“Good point, I say we all go to Gothage tomorrow before after picking Detric and Zoe up, changing and then thinking about getting Leia and Annabel.
* * * * * *
Around 03:00BN the two limos arrived back at the Club, carrying the Vixens.
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The Vixens celebrate leaving Suraban and the Gangrels for the Academy
Nibs and Sandra lay awake in their apartment on the third floor of Club Millana. Down at there feet was Daraus, Wolf Boy, and laying against the fur was Blackie and Pixie the pairs fairy companions.
Sandra thought said to Nibs, “Today is our leaving party from the Gangrels.”
“I know,” thought replied Nibs, “but tonight is also the night we show Timothy the New Gangrels.”
“Very bloody true,” thought said Sandra and she the reached over and took the blunt that lay in the ashtray and lit it. Sandra took a long slow draw from it and passed it to Nibs who also took a long draw.
Nibs then swung her legs out and stood up and said, “We have various locations to go to before getting to command and or leaving Suraban. One place is Home Base. I need my drives.”
“I don’t care if the Academy has programs that supersede mine, I like the functionality of the software I run.” Nibs then said as Daraus and the fairies woke up and smiled at Nibs and Sandra.
Daraus changed back into the wolf cub and padded to the edge of the bed and jumped down. Daraus then thought asked all the partners, “I wonder how Detric’s and Zoe’s night went?”
“I hope they had fun after they left the club,” thought replied Sandra.
“I think the pair of trans youth they both left with had an evil glint in their eyes,” Nibs thought said as she moved into the living room and towards the kettle and coffee.
“I wonder what the accommodation is going to be like at the Academy?” asked Sandra.
“If its anything like the rest of the Conspiracy stuff and gear, it will be top notch,” Nibs said.
“Any way we have a gathering to get ready to attend and enjoy,” Sandra said as she stood in the bed room doorway.
* * * * * *
Nibs and Sandra both walked out of their apartment carrying their dress bags, they planned to leave to rest of the stuff until after breakfast. Jum, Wong, and the Twins all walked past.
Jum said in Jarrzarian, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Nibs replied and then the five people joined the group and all headed for the garage and then onto the canteen.
When the group arrived they found the mini-bus parked beside the rest of the bikes and modes of transport and saw a large pile of dress and suit bags in the back. Both Nibs and Sandra loaded their two dresses into the back of the Minibus and then followed the rest towards the canteen.
All the rest of the Vixens and all the guests except Detric, Zoe, Leia and Annabel who were all north of the river. Even Darla and Toma had stayed at the Club.
Ben lent over and asked Nibs, “I guess what I saw shouldn’t be passed to anyone else?”
“Not unless you trust them not to blow things. A lot of Gangrel street know nothing of this work and the other work the Gangrels do. When we arrive at Command you see what I mean, when I say be prepared for a few shocks, and also a few surprises,” Nibs replied.
“Ok,” Ben said, “I think I had better let the rest of the unit know where I am as I was expected at Lauren’s place at 12:00BN and its 11:00BN.”
“Do you want us to drop you off at yours?” asked Sandra.
“No as long as I meet them just before we go in, it should be good enough,” Ben replied, he then went to his trousers’ back pocket and took out his mobile and rang Lauren.
Lauren replied when she had connected, “Hi Ben, what’s up and how was the Ball last night?”
“The Ball was excellent thanks, the after ball company was even better, we went to one of the night clubs in the north and spent the entire rest of the evening enjoying good friends and company. I’m ringing you to tell you I’ll meet you at command as I am current sat in Club Millana’s Canteen eating breakfast, before the Vixens and friends head for command.” Ben replied.
“Ok, how can we contact you if you are at command?” asked Lauren.
“Nibs, how can the guys contact me when I am at command?” Ben asked.
“Is Gemma coming to you or are you going to meet her?” Nibs asked.
“I think Gemma is coming to us before we all go onto command,” replied Ben.
“Get the guys to tell Gemma you are at command,” Nibs replied.
“Ok,” said Ben and then said to Lauren, “Tell Gemma I’m at command.”
“Ok, will do, chat to you later,” Lauren said.
After Ben had put the phone back he said, “I do need to go home to get my suit.”
“That’s easy,” said Sandra.
“Yeah, I’ll give you a lift if you want,” said Nibs.
“Thanks Nibs,” Ben said and the group finished breakfast and then headed back to their apartments to collect the rest of the stuff they would need for the rest of the day and the flight down to Echo Tech City tomorrow.
When everyone had arrived back, Nibs rang Detric and asked, “Can you ask Jackie or Fran what their address is?”
“Yeah no problem Nibs,” Detric replied. After a couple of seconds Detric said, “It’s Apartment C, 3445 5446th Avenue. South Pensulia district.”
“Right ok, we call past and pick you up and then collect Leia and Annabel,” said Nibs.
“You lot go on ahead, I’ll catch you up after collecting Ben’s suit,” Nibs said.
Nibs then climbed on and kick started the engine, Ben climbed on behind and grabbed the hold rail behind. Nibs then followed the rest of the guys out of the club and towards the back entrance. Nibs turned right and headed for the CW6 and then CW9, which from the directions Ben gave would lead pair and Blackie to near where Ben lived with his parents.
* * * * * *
Nibs pulled up outside Ben’s, when the bike had stopped Ben climbed off and headed inside. Nibs saw Ben’s dad looking out of the front window and smiled at him, he turned and walked to the front door as Ben was leaving and said something to him. Ben smiled and replied. Ben then came down the three steps and headed back for the bike carrying a rucksack and a suit bag.
Nibs folded the suit bag into quarters and said, “Give it an iron when we get to command Ben, that should sort out any creases in it. What did your dad say as you left.”
“Oh just that if you are one of my friends from the Gangrels then he’s very happy with me joining the gang,” Ben replied.
Nibs then headed for IC7 which would take them towards command. Nibs then said, “Control, Nibs, location report for the rest of the Vixens please?”
“Nibs, Control. Just about to turn off IC1 in South Penisula district,” Control replied.
“Thanks Control,” Nibs said and as she turned on to IC7 said, “Ben hold on tight.” Nibs then opened the throatal and accelerated down the on ramp. Ben grabbed Nibs waist as she accelerated and the pair flew down the IC. As IC3 junction approached Nibs indicated to take the junction and pulled across one lane and took the slip road and swung round and as she exited the bend Nibs again accelerated.
Twenty minutes later Nibs pulled off IC3 in South Pensulia and thought said, “Hun, where are you?”
“Just about to pick up Leia and Annabel, we still have Detric and Zoe to pick up and they are near to IC1 on the cove side of the pensula,” Sandra replied.
“Ok, I’ll meet you at where Detric and Zoe are,” Nibs thought replied. and headed for the address she had been given this morning when she had rung Detric.
Nibs and Ben soon arrived and climbed off and they both headed into the apartment block looking for apartment C. The block was nice, it looked good with pots of flowers and plants in the lobby. Nibs walked up to the front desk and asked, “I’m here to collect a couple of friends from apartment C?”
“Yes, I was informed of your arrival by Brain or Fran this morning,” the receptionist replied.
“Ok,” Nibs responded and then looked at the plan on the wall behind the desk and found apartment C. “May we?” Nibs asked expectionally.
“Yes, no problem as you look very much like the pair who live in the apartment,” the receptionist replied. Both Ben and Nibs walked down the corridor to apartment C and Nibs knocked on the door.
One of the pair opened the door wearing male clothes, he was also wearing smile, and said, “Welcome Nibs.”
“Thank you,” Nibs responded, “can I take it you had a good night?”
“Mm, yes I think we all did, I’m James or otherwise known as Jackie,” James replied.
“Hi James,” Ben said.
“Hello to you too, you a guest at command this evening?” James said as he led both Nibs and Ben to the living room.
“No,” Ben replied, “I am being inducted to the gang this evening along with all the new Bitch Vixens.”
“Aren’t you a member of the Bitch Vixens Nibs?” James asked.
“I was, the Bitch Vixens I was a member of will be becoming simply the Vixens,” Nibs replied.
When the three walked into the living room, Detric was on a sofa with Zoe sat beside him. Both of them wearing Goth clothes instead of the trendy clothes they normally wore. The room was fifteen feet square with an additional area dedicated to an open plan kitchen. The far wall from the door in, was a long window, and from the living room was three separate doors, all closed. The walls were painted a creamy yellow.
Brain who was stood in the kitchen asked, “You got time for a coffee?”
“Yeah would have thought so,” replied Nibs and then thought asked Sandra, “Where are you?”
“Just leaving Leia’s, we should be with you in twenty five thirty minutes,” thought replied Sandra.
“Give me a ring when you arrive outside,” thought replied Nibs.
“Done,” thought said Sandra.
“I think so, as the rest of the group have only just picked up the other guests for this evening,” Nibs said to Brain’s question.
“How did you find out you had enough time, I didn’t see you talking to anyone,” Brain said.
“You don’t need to talk to communicate Brain,” responded Nibs.
“Ok,” Brain said, and came from the kitchen carrying a tray with six coffees on. Also on the tray was mily and sugar. Brain placed it on the coffee table and placed each cup in front of the respective person and then sat beside James and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
Nibs looked at Detric and Zoe and like James had when he had opened the door they both had smiles and were also holding each other’s hand.
* * * * * *
As the main group left the club and headed for IC1 Nibs turned onto CW6 and headed for CW9. Sandra led the group to IC1 and then turned north and sped up the IC towards South Pensulia District and the address Leia and Annabel had given them.
The convoy included six bikes, two trikes, two FAVs and a mini bus which was carrying the bulk of the people.
They convoy arrived in South Pensulia District and Sandra who was looking at her PDU guided the group to the address Leia had given them. Sandra drew up outside and walked up to the front door. Sandra then rang the door bell and a middle aged woman opened the door and asked, “Hello, are you here to see Leia and Annabel?”
“Yes I am ma’am,” replied Sandra as Leia and Annabel walked down the stairs to the first floor.
Leia said, “Hi Sandra.”
“Hi Leia, Annabel, you two ready to depart,” Sandra asked.
“Yes we are,” Leia replied and then gave her mum a kiss and said, “Expect me when you see me mum.”
“Ok hun,” Leia’s mum replied and the three girls walked out and down the path to where the minibus was parked, Leia opened the sliding door and climbed in to the front pair of seats behind Jim who was driving.
Cathy who was sat just behind the front seats said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” replied Leia, “I’m Leia and this is Annabel.”
“Hello, to the two of you, I’m Cathy,” Cathy replied, “How come you are coming?”
“We met Sandra and Nibs last weekend at Risers to the Occasions and they invited us,” Annabel replied.
Jim pulled out just behind Jum and Wong’s FAV and had Hell Bright and Ren pull in just behind the mini bus. Sandra took the lead and headed across South Pensula for the second pick up site.
* * * * * *
Nibs’ PDU started to play a random Huntress track to let Nibs know that Sandra and the rest were outside. Nibs and Brain helped Zoe into her wheel chair whilst Ben and James helped Detric into his. Brain pushed Zoe out of the apartment and was closely followed by Nibs pushing Detric. James and Ben were carrying a couple of large rucksacks.
Outside the mini bus with the rest of the guys were waiting and sat opposite the open door was Leia and Annabel. Brain helped Zoe into the mini bus and then collapsed the wheelchair and stowed it in the back of the mini bus.
James also helped Detric in and did the same with his wheelchair, and then said to Annabel and Leia, “We both hope you enjoy the evening, we both wish we were going but a contract overrules the Gathering.”
“We’ll ring you two,” Leia responded, “and have fun.”
“We will,” Brain said and slammed the side door closed.
Nibs and Sandra took the lead and headed for IC1 and then on towards Command Gate 2.
* * * * * *
When the group arrived at Gate 2 they drove up to the main gate which had three Gangrels manning, the gate commander walked over to the group and asked, “Reason for visiting please?”
“The Vixens and friends,” replied Nibs.
“Arh yes, Sarah said you would be coming this route today,” Gavin said and signalled for the control booth to open the gates. When the gates were fully open the convoy drove through and headed for the back entrance.
The group stopped on the lift and Nibs pressed the button for the third level and the floor started to move, Ben who was still sitting behind Nibs looked around as the lift descended and saw on the first two levels, military grade vehicles. Ben asked Nibs, “Who’s are those vehicles, they all look like fully fledged military vehicles?”
“They belong to the 18 units of Gangrel Mercenaries,” Nibs replied, “This is what I meant when I said about a few shocks and surprises.”
“Now I see what you mean. So can I take it that the Gangrels are far bigger than the street side realise?” Ben then asked.
“Yes, in total if you add all the mercenary units and youth feeder groups, you have a force of close to 200,000 combat trained personal and that don’t include all the staff at Command and the direct support staff of the mercenary units,” Nibs said as the lift arrived at the third floor and allowed the group off. They then drove to the area behind the main audience chamber and parked up. When everyone had gathered and congregated with suit, dress bags and makeup cases and bags, they all headed down the passage way and into the main audience chamber. Nibs then led them all across the audience chamber and down the tunnels to Flat Vixen. Nibs then opened the door and the group walked in. Most of the girls dropped off their dress bags in the two rooms nearest the living room and the men did the same in the room opposite.
“Hell that’s a lot of man power,” Ben said.
“Yeah, especially when you think that most of the mercenary commands are elite and undertake missions that most normal troops wouldn’t even be asked to do if they were elite,” said Sandra as she headed for the kitchen so she could make drinks. “Drinks everyone?” Sandra asked when she had arrived and taken a look at what was in the cupboards.
Tina asked, Zoe who had sat herself on the end of a sofa, “Can I take it you had a good night last night?”
“Good night, yes, an excellent night, very defanelty,” Zoe replied, “I think a learnt a lot about me, Detric and love making generally last night.”
Detric who was being pushed by Ren said, “Yes I think the two of us did, and we have an open invite to go up and enjoy the company of the South Pensula Strikers. The unit they run with sounds a great bunch. I wish they could make tonight, but they have a contract to fill.”
“Ok,” Tina said as she was passed a glass of Cabilla by Angel.
“How do the Gangrels work, I know you are the policing arm of Central and also provide services to the city’s gangs,” Zoe asked.
“How the Gangrels work is that rather than be one large group, we operate in small units normally ranging from units of ten to about fifteen people. The units then provide specialist services when another gang requires a specific service, which can range from simple gang or group training to full on combat,” Tina said, “all of the times the Aces had War Zones against other gangs, you faced at least one Gangrel unit, which was normally the Bitch Vixens. The Bitch Vixens back then specialised in close assault operations.”
“Which would explain why we never did very well in the defensive stakes.
“Yeah,” Abs said as she sat down and rolled her self a blunt and then asked, “you want a blunt Detric, Zoe?”
Zoe replied first, “If one is going then yeah.”
“Yeah one is, catch,” responded Abs as she passed Zoe her tin and papers.
“This is going to be interesting,” Zoe said and then said as Tina went to help her, “no, I need to do this myself. Some one once said that a disability is what you make of if, and I am a bit disabled at the moment.”
“Well said Zoe,” Nibs said, “it’s nice to hear that I am not the only person to think that way.”
* * * * * *
Tina heard a knock from the door and said, “It’s open.”
Clare walked in and said, “Thanks Tina,” and came into the Flat.
Abs then walked out of her’s and Tina’s bed room and said, “Hi Clare.”
“Hi Abs, what the hell!” exclaimed Clare.
“What the hell,” responded Abs and then realised Clare was talking about Detric, Gary and Zoe, being there, and said, “oh. All three realised what they had done during there stay in hospital and all three said sorry to Nibs and Toma last night.”
“Yeah, Nibs put it perfectly when she said, ‘I have no hard feelings against you as a person, but when you wore the Aces garb, that I found offensive’. You should have seen Detric and Zoe’s face this morning, both of them had big beaming smiles.”
Clare looked at Sandra in shock and asked, “I guess they didn’t have fun on there own?”
“I don’t think so,” responded Sandra, “They left the club with a couple of Trans youth from the South Penisula Strikers.”
“I came around to ask, if you guys wanted to join the Hunters for a last chill out at the Hunter Hovel,” Clare asked.
Sandra asked over the dim of people talking and music, “You guys want to join the Hunters and chill in there’s?”
“Yeah,” most people said and grabbed the bits they needed and headed for Hunters Hovel.
As the group approached Hunters Hovel the group heard a Gui-dram being played and asked, “Who’s playing the Gui-dram?”
“That would be Charlie,” Clare replied, “she is very good, self taught from what she has said.”
“Self taught!” exclaimed Sandra, “and this is the same Charlie that only starting reading a few days ago?”
“Yes,” said Clare.
Clare led the group to Hunters Hovel and opened the door and let everyone in. The music that drifted out was superb.
* * * * * *
After fifteen minutes of listening to Charlie and Bobby play Nibs thought said to Sandra, “I’m going to get our drums.”
“Yeah,” thought replied Sandra as Nibs stood and headed for the door.
As Nibs was unstrapping the drums from the back of Ren’s FAV, Nicole, Jane, Kev, and Richard pulled up and Jane said, “Hi Nibs.”
“Hi Jane,” Nibs responded, “What you doing here?”
“I’m here to enjoy the Gathering and also to sponsor Nicole, Richard and Kev Marks as solo operatives,” Jane replied, “Where is everyone?”
“Chilling in Hunters Hovel,” Nibs said and lifted both the drums to her shoulders and led the three people to Hunters Hovel.
Nibs asked Jane as the group walked, “Solo Operatives?”
“Yeah, members not allied to any specific unit, so making them solos so to speak,” Jane replied, “Bill and Toma are both being introduced as them as well.”
“Ok,” Nibs said.
Gary looked at the new arrivals and asked Sandra, who was sat on the arm of one of the sofas, “Is that Jane C, the ex chair of Corporate Enterprises?”
“Yes it is Gary, hence the Echo Tech Limos, and the limited Echo Tech involvement in the War Zone,” replied Sandra, “they were heavily involved in the street side of the Wacker War. Jane, Nicole who is stood in over by the entrance way.”
At this Gary looked and said, “Your telling me your friends with some of the most powerful people in the world.”
“Yeah, and they ain’t any more, I think the only person here still chair of a corporation is Kev Marks, and I think he is chair of ATEC and he’ll be passing control over to his successor when he returns from a scientific exploration to the South Ice Cap,” said Sandra, “Jane, Nicole, Paul and Kev all hold full ghost licences and along with Richard and Sarah Cutherlate, make up the Conspiracy Field Force command, which everyone here takes orders from.”
Tina who was sat on the sofa next to Sandra said, “How do you think the conspiracy gets its money. Through the Echo Tech companies and ATEC.”
“Yeah, but,” Gary said.
“Yeah but what?” asked Nicole as she passed behind the group.
“Don’t the board mind that they may loose their chairs and chief exec’s at a moment’s notice,” Gary replied.
“No they don’t, we all are over 300 years old Gary,” Nicole replied, “and to answer the shocked expression on your face Gary. We six make up one half of the Council of twelve, basically we are the fighting arm the other six operate as the support arm and do the other tasks vital in running a world wide war which involves at least eight known dimensions in support and we support them in providing elite tactical forces to their armies.”
“Eight known dimensions!” quietly exclaimed Abs, “How can they help and how does the conspiracy help them?”
“Most places we provide them with technology and minerals. And they provide us with safe places to drop prisoners off to and also technology and likewise minerals,” Kev replied, “a lot of dimensions love our ballistic technology, especially the pulse rifles.”
“That’s useful to know,” replied Tina.
* * * * * *
05:00 the Vixens left Hunters Hovel and headed back for Flat Vixen to get ready for the evening.
Nibs said as they walked, “I have to admit Charlie’s playing is excellent.”
“I know, especially some of the songs she’s thought up,” Abs said.
Detric said, “I would say she’s good enough to get a recording contract some place, and turn a few heads too.”
“I agree with Detric,” said Tina.
“And to think it was those two I saw on running the roof a week ago,” Amy said.
“Yeah I know,” said Nibs as she opened the door to Flat Vixen.
Sandra said after the door was closed, “all the men can go and get ready in their room and we will go and get ready in ours,”
All the guys went into the room with their stuff in and closed the door, the girls all traipsed into their room and likewise closed the door.
Sandra then suggested, “Makeup wise I think the standard Vixens makeup.”
“Yeah,” said Hell Bright, “Some one needs to teach me it.”
“True we do,” said Tina, “But this evening let me, Sandra, Abs and Nibs do it.”
“Ok,” everyone else said.
Soon everyone was in bra’s and panties applying the base contrast of a pale white.
Nibs then proceeded to apply the marks and lines perfectly until doing the ones on the eye lids. Nibs then called Sandra, “hun can you finish the eye lids please.”
“No problem hun,” Sandra replied, “be with you when I have finished Zoe’s eyes.”
“Ok hun,” as Nibs picked up the red liner and drew the two lines from the ears to the cheeks and then made small cross cuts with the red and then closed the lid.
Sandra walked over and asked, “What’s the marks for?”
“Each mission I’ve completed as a ghost and the black cross cuts are for Gang related work,” replied Nibs as she picked up the black and drew the two lines and placed two cross cuts one smaller than the other.
Again Sandra asked, “Why the size difference?”
“One for the War Zone and the smaller one for the policing action, we didn’t take part in battle field operations, we helped in working control for the forces,” Nibs replied.
“True, we did,” Sandra said and Nibs turned and closed her eyes and let Sandra finish the eye lids.
A couple of hours all the girls were finished and dressed in their dresses each ones eyes were the main colour of the dress and all of the Vixens had done the same as Nibs in the cross marks, except Hell Bright’s red line had twenty five marks.
Sandra heard a knock from the door and called out, “It’s open.”
“Thank you Sandra,” Sarah replied as she came in, “I’m here to suggest that you guys use the FAVs stored here as well as the minibus you arrived in.”
“Now that’s a good idea,” Abs replied.
“Yeah, we don’t need to leave until 08:15AN anyway,” Nibs said, and sat down and was passed a Chai Latte by Tina.
* * * * * *
As 08:15AN arrived the Sandra led the group through the passageways towards the large area with out crossing the main audience chamber and found an entrance way and used it to enter the main vehicle bay.
Nibs saw enough FAVs to transport all the people who came on bikes and trikes, the group walked towards the vehicles and climbed into them and headed for the back entrance. Nibs also saw the Hunters leave the same passageway and walk towards their FAVs. Everyone with the Vixens stopped and waited for them to arrive and then the combined group headed towards the back entrance. When they arrived at the lift they saw the main doors were closed and a smaller back door was open and the two Gangrels signalled for them to exit via that door.
Very soon the large group were driving down the route way to Gate 1. As the group drove up the entrance road they got stuck behind a couple of mini buses, the rear one was from Mitten Raiders. Tina as she was in the lead FAV waved at the van until Tybias who was sat in the passengers seat stuck his head out of the Window.
Tina said, “Hi Tybias.”
“Feck me, Hello Tina,” said Tybias as the vehicle in front drove forward and was checked by the guys working the gate.
When Tybias had departed the Guard waved them through as she recognized them from earlier in the day. Nibs smiled as she passed the post. Soon the vehicles had parked up the Vixens walked to the entrance way and the entire group walked the short distance to the reception where Tybias said, “Mitten Raiders.” Tybias moved to the lift and the door opened.
Nibs walked up to the reception desk. The female and male working the desk asked, “Unit name please?”
Nibs replied, “The Vixens.”
The female checked the list and said, “I see you have guests this evening.”
“Yes, we have four new members and five guests, and one pup,” Nibs said and Daraus looked up and smiled.
“Ok, please go in,” said the Angalique.
The Vixens joined the Raiders in the lift, and waited for the Hunters to arrive. When everyone was in the lift Tybias pressed the down button and the lift started to descend.
When the lift had arrived and the doors had opened, the group walked out into the cloak room. Nibs saw Adrian over by the main entrance doors, looking very smart in a dark purple suit. The pair started to walk towards each other smiling.
As the large group gathered before the ushers opened the main doors, Nibs said, “Good evening Adrian, I’m surprised your mum and Griffit aren’t here?”
“She, Griffit, Celia and KaVon all volunteered to look after the Young Gangrels so letting all of SD Nine come tonight, Peter also invited a few from the crew along as well including Hinnita and James. The Gathering is being broadcast and I know the Young Gangrels are going to be glued to it for most of the evening,” Adrian said, “I told Sophie yesterday and she said, she would try, but Peter said they are always recorded for the archives,”
“How is your other half?” Nibs asked.
“Sophie,” Adrian replied, to which Nibs nodded yes as she looked out over the gathered Gangrels. Adrian continued, “She is as well as can be expected, but we have been able to determine that Trivvoth is connected to an organisation called the Dark Brotherhood. From the limited research we’ve been able to do, it seems that they are a large organised crime group with it fingers in lots of pies and also the have a presence in almost all the Metros and other large cities.”
“Have you got authorized access to the Conspiracy intelligence files?” asked Nibs
“I’m not sure if I have or have not,” Adrian replied.
“Ok, let me sort out access rights for you and have you been made up to a full ghost yet?” Nibs asked.
“Again not to my knowledge,” Adrian replied.
The ushers opened the double Cellum doors and the group walked out and the new arrivals saw for the first time the Audience hall full of fellow Gangrels.
Sarah sat on her throne in a deep violet dress that shimmered in the same way was everyone else’s. To her right and slightly behind her was Gareth like at the last Gathering he was carrying his Greatest Rune Blade and wore a pair of desert camouflage trousers.
Tina said to Nibs, “we’ll head for the ground floor.”
Nibs turned and nodded her reply and then turned to Adrian and asked, “Has anyone gone through the introduction procedures with you?”
“Yes, Peter did when we arrived,” Adrian replied who looked across the gathered Gangrels and realised that he was amongst friends.
*****
Tina, Abs and Gary who had been waiting on the over hang pushed the three guests in wheel chairs and led the rest of the guests down along the top tier and into the corridor behind.
Zoe asked when they had entered the creamy coloured walled corridor, “I never realised that the Gangrels were so close. How many members would you say were down there Tina?”
“My estimates are about 600 or just over,” Tina replied.
“My god 600 members,” Gary said.
“It wouldn’t surprise me to see that many down there, we all like a good party and that’s what a gathering is, a good party,” Gary said from the back of the group.
“So what’s going to happen now?” asked Zoe.
“The guys will wait until we all get to the ground floor and then they will descended to the first tier and the caller with announce the arrivals, I think the plan is that the Hunters and Vixens go first, then the Independents and lastly the New Bitch Vixens, and then any other introductions,” Abs said.
Jim said, “Everyone looked so happy as well.”
“I know, as Gary said it’s a party,” Abs said.
* * * * * *
The main doors opened and let the New Bitch Vixens and Gemma out, the group moved to the overhang.
Sophia looked out over the gathered Gangrels and stared in shock at the number, George and Urri both looked down and saw the gathered Gangrels and smiled as both of them until a few weeks ago didn’t have that many friends and now they had so many people who would help them and be there if they needed help.
Ben and Lauren embraced and looked down. Ben said, “I never guessed that this many people would be present for the inductions.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised that a number are here to celebrate the leaving of the old Bitch Vixens and the induction of the New Bitch Vixens,” Gemma said.
* * * * * *
Wong saw Tina and Abs enter the Main Audience chamber, and walked over to Nibs and said, “They have arrived.”
“Good then shall we,” Nibs said.
“Yes lets, I have explained the procedure to the Unit, it ain’t changed has it from my time,” Gemma said.
“I don’t think so, have them follow everyone else as the plan is for the Hunters and Vixens to be introduced first then for the independents to be introduced and lastly for the New Bitch Vixens to be introduced,” Sandra said.
The large group slowly descended the stairs to the first tier and the caller.
Sandra walked up and said, “I Sandra Calton-Patterson are sponsoring the new members Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma. They are both members of the Vixens.”
The Twins were next and Angel said “We the Twins are sponsoring the new member Ren, he is a member of the Vixens.
And closely behind her came Amy, who said, “I Amy Patterson-Demitrie are sponsoring the new members Bill Demitrie and Hell Bright. Bill is a Independent and Hell Bright is a member of the Vixens.”
The Usher nodded and waited for the Hunters to be brought forward. He then turned so he was looking out over the Main Audience Chamber and said, “This Night we of the Gangrels welcome to our membership new members from the Hunters and the Vixens. I give the members Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma sponsored by Sandra Calton-Patterson. Ren who is sponsored by the Twins Angel and Damieel. Hell Bright and the independent operative Bill Demitrie sponsored by Amy Patterson-Demitrie. Sym Petrovich and Charlie sponsored by Clare Forst. Paul Delimetry and Bobby sponsored by Abbey Cathill.”
The crowd gasped when they heard Paul Delimetry name announced as a member.
The Caller continued, “Steven Green sponsored by Anna Gutherage. Gareath Rozourn sponsored by Tony Gutherage, and Rose Petrovich sponsored by Dominic Griffiths.”
The gathered mass started to clap the new arrivals as they descended the main stair case.
* * * * * *
Nibs and Adrian looked down upon the new members as they walked down the stairs to the applause of the gathered masses. Nibs looked over and saw Timothy and group looking at the group as they descended and his face was one of shock.
Nibs thought said to Blackie, who was watching the whole event in security control, “Timothy’s face is a picture.”
“I know I can see it, I wish I was out there,” Blackie through said in reply.
“I know, it’s better that we let Timothy down gently, rather than let him fall,” Nibs thought said.
Nibs then turned, looked down and saw the group process to the foot of the Plinth and then the new members walked up to the right position on the five steps and then Sarah stood and brought the clapping under control. She said, “I Sarah, leader of the Gangrels welcome you all to our ranks. Approach.” Nibs watched each as they knelt and kissed the back of her hand and then the strength of their voices that carried over the masses as Gareth read the Oath and the group repeated it, just as she had done some five weeks previously.
Adrian turned to Nibs and said, “I’m nervous as hell.”
“I know I was when I was introduced, you’ll do fine, just follow the instructions or follow the others,” replied Nibs
Nibs thought said to Sandra, “Timothy’s face is a picture of shock and horror.”
“I know,” replied Sandra and thought laughed her evil laugh.
When the first group had completed the oath, Nibs walked over the Caller and said, “I Nibola Calton-Patterson are sponsoring the new member Adrian Petersfield. He is a member of South Defence Unit Nine.”
“Thank you,” the Usher said.
As Nibs moved away from the caller Darla followed and said, “I Darla Graham are sponsoring the new member Toma. He is an Independent.”
The Caller again said, “Thanks,” and turned to look out over the Audience chamber. He then said, “This Night we of the Gangrels welcome to our membership a new member from South Defence Unit Nine. I give the members Adrian Petersfield sponsored by Nibola Calton-Patterson and the Independent operative Toma sponsored by Darla Graham. Also I introduce this evening new independent members Nicole Chancer, Richard Chancer and Kev Marks, they are sponsored by Jane Chancer.”
The entire audience chamber turned to look at the top of the stairs, as Nibs, Adrian, Darla, Toma and the four adults descended. Jane was wearing a shimmering black velvet dress long enough so you could just see the toes of her shoes. Nicole was wearing a elegant dress with a high back and long lace sleeves. Kev and Richard were both wearing suits in the same style as the rest of the male suits from the Conspiracy.
Daraus looked over at Timothy and smiled, then using his ability to show to selected people Daraus metamorphosed into Daraus Wolf Boy as he sense the evil that he knew was a part of the casting of the curse onto his kind and smile an evil smile. Daraus read the facial expressions of Timothy and knew he was thinking, ‘No, this can’t be, an Angel Wolf here now, fuck me’.
* * * * * *
Nibs smiled as she and Adrian along with the rest of the group walked the distance to the foot of the plinth where Adrian along with the rest of the group ascended the step and as before Sarah controlled the clapping and said, “I Sarah, leader of the Gangrels welcome you all to our ranks. Approach.”
Nibs smiled as Adrian took the last two steps and said good bye to his old life, he knelt and kissed the back of Sarah’s hand and then like everyone else swore the oath of allegiance to Sarah and her leadership.
When Adrian had walked down the stairs Nibs and Darla along with the rest of the group moved to where the first group had gone and waited for the last confirmed lot to be introduced.
The Caller turned out and said, “When the group had retreated down the stairs the Usher announced, “This night we of the Gangrels welcome to our membership a new unit whom having sort the permission of and received the permission of the current members and three one of the original members, we welcome twelve new members all belonging to the Bitch Vixens. I give the members of the Gangrels Ben and Gavin Jacks, Jalill Ufflim, Lauren Crowsfeet, Laura Hibs, Benjamin Stuarts, Rosey Col-eu, Peter Limes, Qu-Lim, Sophia, George Brows, Urri Novchek. The entire unit of twelve is sponsored by Gemma Ford one of the original founders. Welcome them as equals under our leader Sarah, and may they be members for a long time and allow the Gangrels to become better and fuller.”
Some of the older members gasped when they heard Gemma Ford’s name.
Nibs smiled, and thought, ‘Welcome Gangrels to the New Gangrels.’
When the New Bitch Vixens had been introduced.
Sarah stood and said, “Fellow Gangrels. Now is the time for us to welcome back to the fold units from the far South East of the City, I give you the South Ridge Hunters and South East Valley Strikers, others are listening and watching us at the moment on the Net feed.”
And out from Sarah’s private door came the two units who stood in front of Sarah and as Gareth read the oath they too repeated the words and the seven members reaffirmed they membership of the Gangrels.
* * * * * *
Adrian nudged Nibs and pointed at Timothy, and Nibs saw him getting very, very pissed off.
“Oh, sweet, Sarah is playing the honour card, telling but not telling she knows exactly what is going on,” Nibs said.
* * * * * *
After the introductions were completed. Sarah left the plinth and headed for the table where the friends were stood and sat in the case of Sophia, George and Urri. When she had arrived closely followed by the two unit’s from the south east, she said, “To the new units and members, let their time as Gangrels be fore filing.
“Yeah,” said everyone in reply to the toast. Then the melodic sounds of a Dark Trance DJ started to fill the hall. On the stage that had been set up in the same place as the previous gathering one of the stage crew wearing Gangrel Music Crew t-shirts were setting up instruments and getting the stage ready so the band could entertain the Gathering.
Adrian turned to Nibs and said, “Thank you for introducing me this evening.”
“No problem,” Nibs said, “remember the plan, it’s now very much down to you.”
Daraus thought said to Nibs, “Coming down the stairs I sensed one of the evils that placed the curse on my kind.”
“With that information I think the both of us need to look very closely into the curse and if we can find out why, then why,” Nibs thought replied.
Laura said to Nibs, “It’s strange but I feel welcomed.”
“No it ain’t when I was inducted I felt the same,” replied Nibs, “remember that all the Gangrels undergo the same induction when they join.”
Sandra then said as she moved behind Nibs, “Also remember the Gangrels look after their own, and as a member you will have the complete support of about 1100 members of Gangrel Street and all those at command.”
“But tonight we are going to enjoy ourselves and look at starting basic training in the next few weeks,” Ben said.
Lauren who was stood beside Ben with her and his arms interwined said, “Tom as in Tom Grumman?”
“Yeah, that’s my other name,” Toma said, “The name Tom Grumman died a few weeks ago when my father decided not to have anything to do with me anymore. To put it bluntly I don’t give a shit, he was never really a father as he was almost never in and when he was he was very stand offish.”
“So no love lost there then,” said Gavin.
“No,” Toma replied, “Mistress, when does the next training cadre start?”
“6th Hilleash,” replied Darla, “Command sends out a formal invite letter to all new trainees a couple of weeks before training starts.”
“Ok,” replied Ben, “it should be fun to actually start training. The rest of the Vixens have prepared us to a point but being here, brings it home that we are now no longer a group of friends, but we are Gangrels and a part of the largest gang in Suraban.”
* * * * * *
Cathy who was still in shock at what she had seen from the overhang, said to Paul, “Seeing the number of members waiting for the introductions, I was in shock and I still am.”
“But do you now see why we are members,” replied Paul.
“Yes I do,” said Cathy, “I don’t think the general public realise the Gang is as big as it is. How many members do the Gangrels have?”
“Over 1100 in the Gangrel Street Gang,” replied Darla, “If you include Timothy’s force we have almost 1300 members now. Include the other side we have close to 200,000 combat personal plus another couple of hundred thousand in support staff, and everyone undertakes basic training.”
“Why do you say if you include Timothy’s?” Cathy asked.
“Timothy does not like the current leadership of Sarah, he thinks she was promoted above her station and that the rightful leader is him,” Darla said.
“In time we will show him that Sarah was the right choice and that she has more support in the general communities than he could ever muster,” Nibs said.
Then a male and female Gangrel walked over to the table and said, “Good evening to you all, especially you Vixens and the New Bitch Vixens. Allow me to introduce myself and my partner, I’m Jim and this is my long term partner, Wendy we both are members of Central District Strikers, and currently the acting command team of the unit,” Jim said, “and I know you,” he said when he saw Cathy, “where do I know you from.”
“I know,” said Wendy, “The coffee house the unit uses, you work as a waitress there?”
“I do,” replied Cathy.
“Welcome to the Gathering,” said Jim, “and may I saw I hope you are enjoying the evening.”
“I am already, and I’ve only been here thirty minutes,” Cathy said.
“It will get better,” said Jim, “as the second band playing tonight is from our unit.”
“That sounds good,” said Paul.
“It should be, they are good,” Wendy said.
* * * * * *
Simon, Mark and Angelique along with a new face walked towards the table. Angelique and Mark both moved and Angelique tapped Amy on the shoulder and said, “I hope you are well Amy?”
When Amy heard the voice of Angelique she turned and said, “I am well, as I hope you both are.”
“We are, thanks,” Mark said.
“Simon said you have a message for me?” Amy asked.
“We do,” replied Mark, “it’s from the headmaster. He says he is sorry for expelling you, as we took the information we had found out, Samantha and recording from the raid on the Slaver den to him and showed him the various faces of the people involved in the operation. He never realised that Abilgail was dealing in the illegal slave trade and was also a very nasty person in deed.”
“He says, if you wanted to go back he has already rescinded the expulsion order and would welcome you back with open arms,” Angelique said, “Samantha has also been accepted back under a good behaviour warrant. Nicole and Jane both have said that we are to run and control Samantha in her role as a double agent.”
“That’s good to hear, I hope you told him that I wouldn’t be returning,” Amy said.
“We did, and we also told him that you along with your new friends are now full ghosts and about to head to College. He did ask how can you as you don’t have an qualifications,” Mark replied.
“And what did you tell him?” Amy asked as Paul passed Amy a glass of Bar-Kam.
“That the college was one where the elite of the ghost community go and learn how to be better ghosts,” Angelique said, “it shut him up, as I think he understands the ghost community and knows that to be selected to attend college as an elite ghost means you are very skilled in ghost work.”
Amy them felt someone tap her on the shoulder, she turned to see who it was and stood just behind her was Wendy, Julie-Ann and Racheal all looking their best in formal dresses and smart skirt suits.
Julie-Ann said, “Hello Amy.”
“Hello you lot, I see you all made it to The Gathering,” said Amy
“I said we would,” Julie-Ann said, “I’m here with most of my youth feeder unit.”
Racheal then said, “I had a chat with Sarah a couple of days ago and she is more than up for the Gangrels paying for me to attend Law School and becoming a street lawyer working for the people the main stream lawyers forget about or are unable to pay the fees.”
“Hey Racheal, that is good news,” said Amy and embraced her friend.
“Oh, I have some information that may prove useful,” Wendy said.
“Yes,” responded Paul.
“I have seen Chriis and the crew sticking a needle into there arms and injecting something into themselves,” Wendy said, “I picked up one of the disgarded bottles and took it to a friend to analyse. The results he gave me startled me, both Chemistry and Bio-chemistry are my majors at Rotork,” Wendy said.
“You got the results with you as we are about to go to the Academy,” said Paul.
“Yes I have,” replied Wendy and took the disk out of her bag and passed it to Paul along with a paper copy. “I have a full vial at mine at the moment,” said Wendy.
“Excellent,” replied Paul, “Any chance we can call past tomorrow and pick it up as we then can analysis it in the Academy labs.”
“Yeah, no worries,” replied Wendy, “Lets just say I 4t’s not a compound I’ve seen before or heard about from drug trails.”
“Hun, keep your ears open and close to the posse as if that comes up as an untested drug, we are going to want to know where they got it from,” Amy said.
“How come, shouldn’t it go to the medical ethics board?” Wendy said.
Paul Snr. walked over and heard Wendy’s comments about the Medical Ethics Board and said, “My dear, some groups and organisations operate above the laws and ethics boards and need policing by forces unaligned to ethics boards or governments, hence the need to know where they got the drug from.”
Amy then asked Wendy, “Do you remember when me and Paul visited the North?”
“Yes I do, and may I say beautiful wedding and reception,” Wendy replied, “I’ve spent the last two weeks with Julie-Ann and Racheal learning so much about myself.”
“At the end of that week, me Paul and the rest of the 1
ucted a raid on a company that was involved with genetically designing a bio-weapon and also working on a very advanced plasma weapon,” Amy replied, “Tomorrow we fly down to Echo Tech City and start at the Academy a school for the Elite members in the Conspiracy War. When we have completed the five years of study we will police those who operate above the laws of the land in all aspects.”
“Do you now see why it is so difficult to describe what belonging to a gang means to people,” Paul said.
“I do,” replied Wendy, “the friends Julie has in the youth feeder group accepted me without questioning me about why I was there. Julie-Ann did say that it’s the Gangrel way, they accept anyone and only judge you on your actions since joining or meeting.”
“So what are your plans now that you have spent the last two weeks with Julie-Ann?” Amy asked.
“Not got any specifics but I think I will be spending a lot of time at the youth feeder group, one of the guys has said that he would be happy to sponsor me joining the Gangrels.”
“Go for it Wendy,” said Amy, “I think you may find better friends in the Gangrels than in the Posse.”
“I already have,” Wendy said, “I’ve been invited out on a date with Andrew tomorrow evening. I think he is planning on taking me to see a film.”
“Congrats,” responded Amy and Paul.
* * * * * *
When Simon walked over the other person with the group asked Simon, “Why have we come to see this group?”
“The answer to that is one of the group wants to have a chat with you about some work,” replied Simon, who then saw Nibs chatting to Nicole at the far end of the table. The pair walked around the table and Simon tapped Nibs on the shoulder and said, “Nibs, Nicole, allow me to introduce Daniel Gribbins, the challenger to me in the elections.”
“Good evening Daniel,” replied Nibs, “allow me to introduce Nicole, chair of the council of twelve.”
“Good evening to the both of you,” Daniel said, “Simon said you may have some work for me?”
“We do,” said Nicole, “as a member of the Council of Twelve I am responsible for the unofficial policing of the Corporations and in relation to that we need people who know how to use their eyes and ears.”
“The company your partner works for is involved with some highly illegal activities and as such we need people to watch and to report actions of the higher ups as they would be more likely to be in the know than those lower down,” Nibs said.
“What type of illegal activities?” Daniel asked.
“Activities like Slavery and the illegal marketing and distribution of untested bio and cyber modifications along with other activities non conducive to the well being of Darra Von,” Nicole replied.
“Slavery you say, I thought that was banned some 700 years ago,” Daniel said.
“It was, but when companies like Rotork Theaban are owned by forces outside the preview and also the general understanding of humans, and as the world laws indicate that the governments are unable to police the corporations you see the problem. Hence the existence of the Council of Twelve and the armed forces that we control,” Nicole said.
“All of the Vixens and the Hunters are members of those forces,” Nibs said, “See the young lady down there?” and Nibs pointed at Amy as she was chatting to Wendy, Racheal and Julie-Ann.
“Yes,” replied Daniel.
“She has first hand experience of these activities, as Rotork Theaban are responsible for her mum being owned by the president of Naban. She is being forced to work as a maid in the his service so to break her will and force her to consent to be his concubine,” Nibs replied, “both Clare and Abbey over there, have again first hand experience of similar, as they both were captured and made slaves to one Abilgail Miller, again known by Amy.”
“Confirmed reports indicate that the now rulers of Naban also endorse full on blood sports, and it ain’t just humans fighting, creatures that a lot of people think don’t exist do and are full participants in the games as the government is directly controlled by them,” Nicole said.
“Why doesn’t the world government do something to stop it,” Daniel said.
“What can they do, for one Naban is now a closed country and even if it weren’t the governments of the world have very little that can stand up to the armed forces of the new rulers,” Nicole said, “only the forces allied to the Council of Twelve have the technology and the training necessary to face the new enemies, and we don’t have the numbers to go head to head on a formal battle field. Hence the request that you use your eyes and ears, as it is the small activities like slaver operations, illegal back street medical centres that can be combated rather than the controlling powers.”
Simon then said, “The one thing that you were never told when you became a member of Central is that the Gangrels are more than just simply a street gang. The Vixens and the Hunters are fighters in the war, but the Gangrels also run I think 18 Mercenary commands all of whom have the mission of fighting these new enemies. I know because I was told a few weeks ago by Nicole here. Jane C, Richard, Paul, Queen Sarah and Kev Marks are also all members of the Council of Twelve.”
“You said Jane C and Kev Marks, as in the chairs of Corporate Enterprises and ATEC?” Daniel asked questionally
“Yes the very same,” Nicole replied, “Even I use to run a corporation, namely Echo Tech Inc and C.Industries.”
“Fuck me,” responded Daniel, “So what is it you want me to do.”
“Just watch, listen and report to us,” Nicole said, “before you move we will provide you with a PDU that will allow you to make reports directly to us. From which we will be able to better combat the enemies of the planet and make sure that those who inherit the planet, inherit a place free from slavery and other evil activities.”
* * * * * *
Nibs heard the second song start and instantly recognized the Gui-Dram rifts as one from her collection of unknown bands. Nibs smiled at it and thought, ‘I wonder where they got this song from.’ Nibs then turned and dragged Sandra to the dance floor and joined the Hammers, Marauders and the others dancing.
As the pair were dancing Nibs thought said to Sandra, “I’m going to ask where the band got the idea for this track from as I have almost exactly the same track in my unknown bands section of my music drive.”
“Your kidding hun,” thought replied Sandra.
Then Nibs heard a voice she recognized as Wong’s thought say to her, “I love this track you need to give me a copy of the original.”
As Nibs danced she also looked in wonderment at Wong who smiled at her and thought said to Nibs, “I had a feeling the links were more than just partners, remember we three share an understanding of each other that only comes from being partners.”
Nibs then thought, ‘God help the enemy if this is the case.’
* * * * * *
Tina who was stood with Abs and the rest of the Vixens listening to the music felt someone tap her on the shoulder, Tina turned around and saw Tim standing there smiling wearing a Gangrel Music Crew t-shirt. Tim said, “Hi sis.”
“Hi bro,” responded Tina, “What are you doing here?” Tina then asked.
“Working the stage, me, Leia, John, Dan, Colin and Paula are all working the stage this evening,” Tim replied, “all of Dark legion are here as well. Uthiam said a Gathering is for all members and guests to enjoy so the band volunteered their crew to work the stage and let the normal Gangrel crew enjoy the evening whilst the pros sorted things out on Stage. Colin is working the sound desk and also is spinning the disks during the change overs. How is my younger sister doing, both mum and dad say hi and when are you and Abs going to visit? Soon they both hope as Dominic has now also moved out. I wasn’t mistaken earlier when I heard Dominic’s name mentioned?” Tim asked.
“No you weren’t bro,” replied Dominic, who was stood behind Tim with Anna, and Steven.
Tim turned around and embraced Dominic. “How are you doing? You look great in that suit.” Tim said.
“Thanks bro. Me, I never felt better Tim I hear your working the stage this evening?” Dominic replied.
“I am,” replied Tim as Sandra and Nibs both walked off the stage as the band kicked out their forth song and returned to the table and found a tray of Cabillas present.
Both of them grabbed a glass and had a large drink. Nibs then got out her tin and rolled a blunt and passed the tin and papers to Sandra so she could roll one. Sandra then lit it just after she had lit her own one.
John and Leia walked over and John said, “Hi Nibs, Sandra.”
“Hi John,” replied Nibs, “I guess you are not here just to enjoy the Gathering?”
“No, some of the crew volunteered to work the stage for the bands this evening,” Leia replied, “Can I ask for some advice Nibs?”
“Yeah, no problem,” Nibs replied.
“Me and Dan have been listed on Ghost net, thanks to John, and we have been offered a bit of Ghost work,” Leia said, “from what we have been told it’s a simple raid on a manufacturing centre in Wester Park District. The advice is what information should we be looking at researching for the raid?”
“In answer, everything you can, but specifically look at who’s employing and any history they may have with the target, as some companies have enemies in other companies that are not obvious to the run-of-the-mill people, use the Black Net forums to post questions,” Nibs replied and then Sandra said, “A second good piece of advice is to check the team, make sure they have a good rep if the team isn’t listed, the other members have a good rep. As teams with a bad rep should be avoided.”
“Another good piece of advice is the both of you make sure that either Club Millana or Gangrel control knows of both your existence and they have full communications.” Richard said, “Tomorrow before you both leave talk to Sarah about having the Conspiracy stores supply you both with Black Light Armour and technology, with it you will be more ready to face possible problems than if you didn’t have it. A forth piece of advice is also retreat is always a good option if you feel out of your depth, never be frightened of failure, everyone fails from time to time, and it’s from failing that you learn most. That’s the advantage of having either Control centre know of your existence and also for you to use Black Light Tech as everything seen by the camera is recorded for future reference and also analysis.”
“Yeah we will do,” Leia replied, “would this apply to any mission?”
“Yes very much so,” replied Richard, “all the cities throughout the world have a Conspiracy command centre either in the city of very close by, it allows conspiracy personal the chance to operate with the knowledge that they are not fighting alone and have the complete support of the Conspiracy in their work.”
“We as a force pride ourselves on making sure our personal are supported and cared for whilst on operation,” Nicole said, as the band started it’s sixth song.
John said, “I think we have better get back and make sure the next band is ready to take the stage,” Tim, Leia and John all turned and headed for the back stage area.
* * * * * *
When the band finished it’s set and left the stage to cheers and whistles, Nibs moved towards the back stage area and waited for them to come out and enjoy the rest of the evening. When they did Nibs walked up to the lead singer and asked, “May I enquire as to where you got the inspiration for the second song?”
“Yeah, we downloaded a very similar song from one of the file sharing programs,” James replied.
“You don’t happen to remember the name of the person you downloaded it from?” Nibs then asked.
“No I don’t. Why do you want to know?” James asked.
“Lets just say I have the original,” Nibs said, “I recognized the first few Gui-Dram rifts and it was confirmed when you started to sing.”
“Oh, right,” James said, “I hope you like our version?”
“I loved it,” replied Nibs, “if you like that style of music I have over 6000 songs from unlisted bands on my drives and would be more than happy to let you listen to them and use any and all if you want.”
“6000 my god that is a lot, where did you get them from?” James asked.
“I flea market in Ne-U-Bar,” Nibs replied.
Nibs saw John heave the bass drum up and carried it off stage.
James led the band to the bar and got all of them a drink and then moved away whilst Colin on the sound desk span a few disks during the band change over, asked, “When we down loaded the base for our second number anyone remember who we got it from?”
“I do, the user name was The Black Fairy,” Carole, the drummer, replied, “I am wondering if there is a connection between the Black Fairy we heard about a couple of weeks ago and this one.”
“In answer to that question there is,” Nibs said, “I’m the Black Fairy referred to in what you heard and also my online screen name is ‘The Black Fairy’.”
“Bloody hell!” James exclaimed then asked, “so this new gang spoken about they Gangrels or something?”
“Yes, the Vixens, Hunters and a few other units are a part of the New Gangrels,” Nibs said, “where the Gangrels units of old support and help the gangs of Suraban, the New Gangrels are more involved in policing the gangs, making sure that they follow the rules of central and also follow the rules of the city and decency.”
“How much of the what is being said is true?” Fredicka, second lead Gui-Dram asked.
“From what I have heard, most of it, the only bit not true is the bit about me as it should also include my partner and we are both the right thing,” Nibs replied as Sandra walked over, Nibs said, “and allow me to introduce my partner Sandra. Hun the band and they did down the second song from my drive.”
Sandra smiled and then saw a group of people that looked out of place amongst the dark colours of the Gangrels. Sandra then tapped Nibs on the shoulder and pointed at them and then Nibs turned and said, “It’s been nice meeting you and as I said, take whatever you want from the unlisted bands section.”
“We will, thanks,” James said.
Nibs, Sandra and Daraus as he had padded across the audience chamber and joined them, walked towards the group. When they got close they saw it was Hinnita and the drummers from West Parks. When the two were close enough to be heard above the Dark Trance, Nibs said, “Hi friends, I hope you all are enjoying the Gathering?”
Hinnita turned and smiled when she saw Nibs and Sandra and embraced each in turn, she then said, “Loving it, Peter said these are party’s enjoyed by all.”
“They are at that,” Sandra said.
Hinnita turned and said, “Guys, Nibs and Sandra.”
“Hey,” Wayne said, “excellent party, I’ve never been to a party where so many people have had time to say hi and most ask are you enjoying it.”
“That don’t surprise us,” replied Nibs, “We of the Gangrels make sure our guests are looked after and respected.”
“That you do,” replied James, “watcha you two, when are you lot off to the Academy?”
“Tomorrow sometime,” replied Nibs.
“Damn, we hoped to have a drum session before you left,” James said.
“We’ll make sure we visit the first time we get back to Suraban and we’ll bring a new drummer and Gui-Dram player with us as well,” Nibs said.
Wayne then asked, “Has John spoken to you about the Low Back Green Festival?”
“Yes he has and assuming no work from the Academy we will be there crewing and providing security, hopefully with the rest of the Academy, and a few units from the city,” Nibs said.
“If you don’t get back before then definently,” James said and the rest of the circle agreed, “anyway how are you two?”
“Great, just spent the week making our own drums at our Forest retreat,” replied Sandra and everyone saw Nibs was smiling.
“These I want to hear,” replied James, “You both hand crafted your own drums?”
“Yes from locally sourced wood and the skin was taken from an elk Sandra killed during our first trip to the retreat, before the festival,” Nibs replied, then said, “shall we move to one of the chill out rooms as the next band is about to start.”
“Yeah,” responded everyone and each moved towards the chill out rooms.
When everyone had sat down, Shae said, “You took do look beautiful in those dresses, the way they shimmer colour is incredible.”
“Thank you Shae,” Sandra said, “May I say you all look very good.”
“It’s the only smart thing I have,” said Wayne.
“It looks good through,” Nibs said.
Sandra then thought said to Nibs, “I’ve not gifted Shae, Wayne, Shawn, Jarra and Yaz yet have I?”
“No, you ain’t” thought replied Nibs. Nibs then took out her PDU and opened up the map files of Command and found the one she wanted and thought said, “Blackie, Pixie can you see a plan of command near you?”
“We can,” replied Blackie.
“Find the chill out rooms ground floor and then here fast,” Nibs thought said.
“Ok, see you in a minute,” Pixie said.
Sandra then lent over and grasped both Wayne’s and Shae’s hand and said, “A gift from me to you both, the gift of true sight,” Sandra then took Shawn’s and Yaz’s hands and said the same and again when she had Jarra’s hand. Blackie and Pixie both then entered the room and saw the faces of the five newly gifted people.
Nibs then said, “Friends meet our fairy companions.”
“Bloody hell!” Yaz exclaimed as Sandra sat back down after closing the door.
“How come?” asked Shae.
“To be honest we have no idea other than we were involved in a major battle at the end of the Wacker War which had something to do with them being now bonded to us,” Nibs replied, “all the Vixens, Clare, Abbey, Anna, Dominic, Tony and Bill have a companion. They are not enjoying the evening in the main audience chamber but that is due to some people looking at trying to bring down the current leadership.”
“Arh, Peter did warn us about Timothy and his group, if we’ve needed drinks, we’ve been going on mass,” said Hinnita.
“Oh, I hope the problem of the talking shop has been corrected?” Sandra asked.
“It has thanks, Sarah chatted to Peter on Sumdar and he invited us to there home base and as they were also going to talk shop with the probationers and Adrian they included both of us as well,” James replied.
“In addition us as a group have been offered training at command, even though we ain’t Gangrels, Wayne said.
“Now that is good news,” Nibs said.
“John has said that when we get back he will try and sort out some work for us, and I think the local Conspiracy commander may have some easy missions for us as well,” Yaz said.
“When James and Hinnita told us about the war, we signed up there and then, no hesitation at all,” Wayne said, “and the advantage we have is the vans we are constantly moving and so very hard to pin down to one location.”
“One thing you should look at doing as well is booking your vehicles into the Club and let the Club mechanics have a play would be the best description,” Nibs said, “I said to them, if you can, install this and showed them an 1100 I had come across from one of the local Gangrel units and they installed it and gave me an extra top end gear and modified the gear ratios generally.”
“Yeah, if you do need work doing the mechanics at either Club Millana or here at command love tinkering with vehicles,” Sandra said, “and as you all are now conspiracy, I’m I right in guessing none of you are even listed on Black Net?” Sandra then asked.
“No, I know I’m not,” Yaz replied, “how come?”
“All Conspiracy personal are normally listed on Black Net the main site for Ghosts,” Nibs said, “all the Vixens, Hunters and all the adult members and those Gangrels older than 18 are listed.”
“What is the procedure then for listing us?” Shawn asked.
“Any one with a full Ghost licence can,” Sandra replied.
“Anyone know where Ruth and Carole disappeared to, I’m surprised they are not working the stage with the rest of the crew?” Jarra asked.
“Ruth and Carole have moved to South Peninsula District and have joined the Pen Wolf Hounds and work the Cove Districts for the Conspiracy,” Sandra said, “They are always up for visitors and may be taking over Demology café in the Harlaquinas Shopping Centre. They also work the Dark in Wine Private Night Club. Let them know you are going over and tell them we told you to ask about how Greacher and Tarack are.”
* * * * * *
After a few more hours of enjoying the party all of the Vixens said their byes and departed for the flat and then tomorrow onwards to Echo Tech City and the Academy.
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The new capital of Naban and the home to the ruling class.
Metzza and Abilgail woke a few mornings after they had returned from the failed raid on Narizzan Inc, still smarting from the failure of the raid and the fact that yet again the blasted Vixens and that freak had stopped then from securing the weapon.
Abilgail rolled over and asked her lover, “Where did we go wrong? I still can’t work out what the hell went wrong.”
“I wish I knew, the freak scared the crap out of me with her Naj Blades. She is so fast and her partner, fuck me, the way the fight it’s as if they know what each other is going to do before they do it,” Metzza said.
“I say we need a council of war before we go any further, we need to know what we are facing and work out a method of beating it,” Abilgail said.
“Include the master in it or keep it private?” Metzza asked.
“Try and keep it private, but accept his influence if it happens, he may be nice and let us do what we set out to do, kill it and the group,” Abilgail said
* * * * * *
In a 50foot diameter circular room in Metzza private quarters Metzza and Abilgail were sparing with each other. The burn on Abilgail’s face was the injury Amy had given her. The room was circular and lined with wood panels the very centre was a fifteen foot combat circle and around the edge was various areas, one area had a bedroom another a small kitchen. The last main area was the area with a large round low table and cushions. Abilgail thought, ‘Where did she get magickal tattooes?’ as Metzza landed a punch against her kidneys.
“Ouch. That hurt,” Abilgail exclaimed as the punch hit.
“Good,” replied Metzza, “What the hell you thinking about anyway?”
“Amy and the fact she has Tattoos,” Abilgail replied.
“How can she, she has no connection to an alchemist,” Metzza said.
“I have no idea but she created a flaming Karrack blade, and it sliced into my armour,” Abilgail said.
“The only way she could have had access to an Alchemist is if her dad was one,” Metzza said in a tone that said, ‘of course, it has to be’.
A bang was heard as Rakcam thumped the door to be let in. Metzza called out, “It’s open.”
Rakcam opened the door and walked in with the rest of the unit. Rakcam said, “I’m still smarting from what those two did.”
Abilgail laughed as Rakcam’s complaint and said, “Rakcam I think we all can take away scars from that fight.” Abilgail then showed the group her burn scar.
“Oww,” said Mortainer, “That looks nasty.”
“It is. I’m keeping it as a reminder of how much I hate the female that caused it,” Abilgail said.
“Right people,” Metzza said as he walked to towards the large round low table, “we are here to discuss what the fuck happened on Frodar and also try and work out how to beat them.”
Rakcam said when he had sat down, “One thing I can report is that they know who I am, I know I met two of them and the pup the leader had at its heels at Trivvoth’s bash on Savraday.”
“And another thing we can confirm was that two people fitting their description was seen in the west and north of the river in Suraban a few weeks ago, they popped into a pub owned by a sleeper agent,” Jimbyrath said.
“The west and north of the river,” Abilgail said, “that’s interesting. As I know Amy lived in South Central with her father and four brothers and sisters.”
“Do you know the exact address love?” Metzza asked.
“Yes I do, 155 6557th street, South Central, right across the road from the Vixen’s home. Confirmed reports are that Duggie, her father, moved out a couple of weeks ago,” Abilgail said, “and has disappeared off the face of the planet. The agent who saw him move out, said he was with four other people and a couple of local lads from a local high school were seen helping him move out.”
“Do we have any photos of the people?” Rakcam asked, “and what about high level surveillance satellites?”
“Yes we do,” said Abilgail and placed the current file on the table and then continued, “it’s all in there.”
Metzza opened the file and took out the photos and stopped at the top one and said, “I know this guy. It’s Jaboc from Club Millana. I met him the night I got my butt handed to me by it.”
“That means he and his kids are safe, as the last report from the agent inside Echo Tech is that the last confirmed sightings was all the chairs were at the Club and involved in the operations of the Wacker War,” Jimbyrath said.
“Great that means as if the research I’ve done and dug up is true then they are protected by the Conspiracy,” Zarriban said.
“Nuts,” Metzza responded.
“Anything on the rest of them?” Abilgail asked.
“Yeah a back trace on Nibola Nibs Calton has revealed that a Pamela and Antony Calton were her legal guardians,” The One said.
“But the last reports are that they are packing up to depart for where is anyone’s guess,” Zarriban replied, “I can report that I have located eight trained volunteer T-Men two of which are Tattoo Archers and one is a Tattooed Assassin.”
Rakcam then said, “I have three confirmed street fighters who are willing to assist in forcing people into the open.”
“One good piece of news someone from our work in Suraban has contacted me and said she is willing and waiting for orders,” Abilgail said.
“Who was it, love?” Metzza asked as he took a sip from a bottle of wine.
“Samantha hun,” Abilgail replied.
“Do you trust her?” Rakcam asked
“About as far as I can throw her,” Abilgail replied, “I trust all my Suraban contacts in the same way, but she has contacted in and that’s put her up a step in my books.”
* * * * * *
The next day Warzkani bumped into Sam and knocked her flying and when he looked at her he saw in her eyes a longing to be free and a fire that could never be quenched by slavery.
Sam went about gathering up the items she said, “Sorry master, I must be more watchful in the future.”
Warzkani heard Metzza called his name and he turned and called back, “I’m coming.” When he had turned back Sam was gone. Warzkani thought to himself, ‘I need to find that person again.’
* * * * * *
Warzkani walked to his apartment and found his wife there making him his favourite dinner. Warzkani said, “Hun, I don’t want to ask you this but I need to get a message to my contact on the outside.”
“Why?” Torime asked
“I dumped into one of the slaves and saw a fire that burns in all free people, but from what I have been told she’s been here a couple of years and she is still a maid slave to the High lord,” Warzkani replied, “
“Ok, but how?” Torime asked.
“Take a trip on the public Line Runner and when in Capuchai go to the Round Bar and Grill in the Docks district and ask for Mr Tubanical,” Warzkani said, “You will then be taken to the safe house, where I need you to tell them I have found someone called Sam. From my initial observations she is not going to be broken by slavery or the work the High Lord has her doing.”
“Ok,” Torime replied.
“I’m going to try and make contact with her,” Warzkani said.
“What happens if she is a plant?” asked Torime
“If I am wrong then our friends know and can deal with it aporapitly,” Warzkani said.
“Ok hun,” Torime said.
* * * * * *
Sam was in her quarters with her eyes closed, she cast mana call and opened her link to Amy.
Amy’s voice entered Sam’s mind and said, “Mum can you heard me?”
Sam said in reply, “Yes, I can. How?”
“I’m training under a Alttanian Line walker to be able to cast real magick. You and I talking like this is magick, not just in the literal sense, but in the real one too,” Amy replied.
“I don’t believe it,” Sam said, “I’m just happy that my understanding of basic magick paid off. I’m happy that when I heard the High lord cast Mana Call my memory paid off. How have you been and how is Duggie and the rest of the family?”
“Everyone is great mum, a lot has happened since you were kidnapped. I now run with the Gangrel gang specifically the unit Paul and Sandra run with, from across the road to home. I’m also now happy married to Paul Patterson,” Amy replied.
Sam said, “Congratulations Amy, I hope the two of you will always be happy.” Sam thought, ‘I think my freedom will be coming soon. Oh boy are you in for a shock High Lord.’
“We will be and in a few years, mum, we’re coming to get you, to free you, and teach the High Lord Karazzakkia what it means to annoy the Conspiracy.”
“To that end I will do what I can to help you, but I never see the out doors or even a window, it’s as if we are underground. I have no idea where I am in the world or if I’m on Darra Von,” Sam said.
“You are still on Darra Von mum,” said Amy, “Ithian the gent who is teaching me and Hell Bright to be Line Walkers has told me that the Mana Call spell don’t work across dimensions.”
“Thank god for that,” Sam said, “I wish I knew where I am. Can I take it by the fact you know an Alttanian you know what Duggie is?”
“Yes I do, as does Bill, Hemma, Beatrice and Damien mum, I have a feeling that when we come and get you, dad and Bill are both going to be coming as well,” Amy said.
“That wouldn’t surprise me in the least,” responded Sam, “And who is Hell Bright?”
“Can I ask, are you alone and safe?” Amy asked.
“As safe as I can be,” Sam said in a matter of fact tone, “Thankfully the boss don’t have rune statues in the rooms, so I can do this in peace in quiet and I suppose to be asleep, my eyes are closed but my mind is still active.”
“Good, Hell Bright is one of my new friends, I quit school five weeks ago and I’m about to go to The Academy, a college for elite ghosts and Conspiracy forces. Currently I’m sat with my friends eating dinner cooked for us by Angel and Damieel, a Fallen Angel Risen Demon. The rest of my friends are Nibola Calton-Patterson or Nibs, Sandra Calton-Patterson. Yes mum before you say anything they are married, Nibs is a Trans person,” Amy said.
“Arh,” Sam responded.
“Paul my husband, Tina Griffiths-Detric, Anna Abs Griffiths-Detric,” Amy said.
“Another trans marriage?” Sam asked.
“Yes, another trans marriage. Ren brother to Hell Bright, Jum-fu and Wong-Ma, both of them are Jarrzarian and were friends with Nibs before she moved to Suraban, about 10 months ago and Daraus an Angel Wolf,” Amy said, “I’ve not actually finished mum, I could tell you the names of a lot of other people, but the most important ones are our fairy companions. Each of us except Daraus has a fairy companion, and we are linked to them and to our direct partner, which Paul is mine. To explain it here is difficult to say the least.”
“Then don’t try, say hi to everyone and also I hope to see them all very soon, and I’ll let you get back to dinner,” Sam said, “Oh before I go I heard the report Metzza and Abilgail gave the boss after the latest failure, ‘Those bastards surprised us again.’”
“Oh, yeah, how’s Abilgail’s face?” Amy asked smirking at the Burning Hands attack that surprised her.
“If you mean the burn on her cheek and eye, I have seen it, very nice, and she hadn’t told me it was from you. I think she is planning on keeping it as a reminder of how much she hates you,” Sam said, “Bye for now, I’ll contact you again in a few weeks hun, have lots of fun,” and Sam disappeared from Amy’s mind.
Just after Sam closed the link, she heard a quiet knock from the door and she stayed asleep and again a knock happened. Then after a couple of minutes she heard someone pushing a note under the door. She then got up and slowly opened the door and saw the back of a person walking down the passage trying not to be noticed.
Sam picked up the note and read it —
To Sam
From a fellow hater of the rulers.
I bumped into you a couple of days ago and saw a fire in your eyes that can never be quenched by slavery.
As I am a sleeper agent here I was wondering if there was anyone specific my friends could contact.
Friend
Sam looked at the hand written letter. It looked rushed. She would wait until the next time it happened.
* * * * * *
“Arh Sam,” High Lord Karazzakkia said, “You still not willing to be my concubine?”
Sam smiled at him and said, “What ever you do to me you will not break me, I am married to Duggie the father of my children and not an object to be in love with.”
“Ok then, but in recognition of your excellent service here, I am allowing you to move and if you wish become a slave boss of your own,” High lord said.
Sam thought quickly about it and said, “If I become a slave boss I will be allowed to treat those who work for me in my way.”
“Yes I don’t see why not,” High Lord replied.
“Then I accept your offer,” Sam said.
“Then I shall immediately organise your move to the surface facilities here in Mantranna,” High Lord said, “and I shall inform my Slave master to organise a slave team for you.”
Sam thought, ‘Soon you bastard I will show you a thing or two about treatment of slaves.’
* * * * * *
“Slave Master I have a new slave boss for you to supply with five slaves to start with, one unrulely one and the rest passive,” came the High Lord’s voice through a statue.
“Yes High Lord,” the Slave Master replied, “One unruley one and the other four normal placid slaves.”
“She is a trusted member of my personal slave staff and should be treated with respect,” The voice said.
“May I ask as to what you are wishing to do High Lord?” the slave master asked.
“To break her will and have her consent to be my concubine,” the High Lord said.
“My lord you must have other means to break a will,” the Slave Master said, “this may only strengthen her resolve.”
“Not when I offer the cream, it won’t,” the High Lord said.
The Slave Master turned to his second in command, “find me four placid slaves, I know exactly which unrulely one to give her,” and he strode off in the direction of the Tattooed Fighters.
* * * * * *
Sam walked in to the room where the Slave master had lined the five slaves up. She saw the five and after looking at the group she knew which one would cause her problems and walked right up to her and said in a matter of fact tone, “I may be you new slave boss, but I am not your enemy.” Then after a short pause, “I treat people in the same way I would like to be treated, I can’t stand toe to toe with you, for I am not trained in combat,” and again after a short pause Sam continued, “The High Lord has seen it his place that I be put in charge of you, but understand this I was once a Personal assistant to the High Lord when he ran Rotork Theaban in Suraban and I know what he expects.”
“Mistress,” said one of the other female slaves.
“Yes,” replied Sam, “and all of you please my name is Sam not Mistress.”
“But,” another one said.
“No buts I treat people fairly and expect to be also treated fairly,” Sam said and then Sam turned to the Slave Master and asked, “Do these slaves have tasks to be completed?”
“They all do, except her,” the Slave Master said and pointed at the Tattooed Warrior.
“Right, then,” Sam said, “The rest of you continue with your tasks whilst I take this person and go on a tour of Mantranna. I hope you have an idea of good places to see and visit. I am not interested in things like blood sports and the such.”
“Yes Mistress,” the Tattooed female said.
“What did I say about the word Mistress,” Sam said.
“That it was not to be used to refer to you,” the Tattooed female said.
“Correct,” Sam said, “you were saying?”
“Yes Sam,” the Tattooed female said.
“Good,” responded Sam, “now can I ask your name?” Sam asked as she and the Tattooed female turned and headed for the door, the other slaves returned to their tasks.
* * * * * *
As Sam and the Tattooed female exited the room, the Tattooed female said, “Inside you asked my name, my name if Felict (Fel-ieet).”
“Thank you Felict,” Sam said, “See that weren’t to hard was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” Felict replied.
The pair came to the door that led from the High Lord’s palace on the surface to Mantranna itself. The room they were in was massive, measuring Sam estimated at least 200 metres long and easily 170 metres across and the roof was over 60 metres up and was covered in scaffolding and machinery. The doors themselves were constructed from the living rock and were made to move by what looked like massive hydraulic ram jacks.
Sam quietly asked Felict, “Call me ignorant, but how does everything work here?”
“Power is provided by the Super Nexus that is exactly under the centre of the control pyramid,” Felict replied, “Sam may I ask you a question?”
“Certainly, I have no secrets,” Sam replied, “To hold and have secrets unless they are told to you in confidence is wrong. In my eyes that is.”
“How come you are here?” Felict asked, “You seen an intelligent lady.”
“Thank you,” Sam replied as they reached the far side and the small door that human sized people used.
The Kittani on the control panel looked down at Sam who looked at him and said in a straight flat tone, “The High Lord as placed me as a Slave Boss, and I have his permission to leave the Palace, Kittani, now open the door.”
The Kittani stared in shock at Sam and immediately worked the controls to open the door.
Sam and Felict walked out side and just after the door closed Sam took a deep breath of mountain air, she then opened her eyes to view the sun and nature again after at least two years in the confines of the pyramid.
The view was one of over looking a vast city built into the very mountains. Sam then realised the blue tint she had been seeing whilst underground was the power of the Super Nexus being channelled and controlled. The mountains were gianonous measuring easy 30,000 feet plus even in the centre looked as if there were mountains.
The pair boarded a shuttle bus that would take them around the city, first stop Arena Mantranna.
Sam replied to Felict’s earlier question about why she was here, “I was kidnapped by the High Lord to be his concubine, but I point blunt refused to be it, and to break me he placed me as a slave in his private quarters. The one thing he didn’t to take into account is that I have a husband whom I love totally and also five children, who again I love totally.”
As the door to the shuttle closed Sam looked around at the other occupants and saw creatures that she had never seen, intermingling with the local humans and slaves. Sam whispered in Felict’s ear, “What are the other races?”
Felict looked around and saw the other races. Felict then replied in Sam’s ear, “Directly behind us is a Hawrk-Duhk. At the back is Shaydor Spherian or as we call them The Stilt People, the two at the front are.”
“Octomen, if I’m not mistaken,” Sam replied.
“Well done,” Felict said, “and the last group are Rulian Translators.”
“Thanks, I hope you don’t mind me asking?” Sam asked.
“No,” Felict said, “most slave bosses would have beaten me back then for being insultant, you didn’t which marked you out as someone different from the other slave bosses.”
When the shuttle had arrived at the Arena, the two Octomen got off and five small stone looking creatures got on.
Sam looked at Felict who replied, “Gargoylites, nasty smaller cousins of the bigger Gargoyles.”
Soon the shuttle arrived at the market place where the High Lord had told Sam to go and see about providing for her slaves. Both of them got off and slowly walked down the stairs to the market area and found a couple of Power Lords guarding the entrance.
Sam saw Metzza and Abilgail and shook her head in aspiration, as they were both walking towards her and Felict. Sam whispered in Felict’s ear, “Keep your head down, I’ll explain later.”
Abilgail saw Sam and said, “I see the boss has let you out on a leash.”
Sam turned to face Abilgail, and said, “No the High Lord hasn’t let me out on a leash, I was promoted to a Slave Boss and I am seeing the sights of Mantranna with one of the slaves I now run.”
“Right then lets see how this T-man handles herself in a fight,” Abilgail responded.
“No Abilgail, you have a problem with me and my Amy, them take it out on me, not those I am instructed to control and lead,” Sam said, “and we both know that doing so will lead you to being in the bad books of the High Lord.”
Both Metzza and Abilgail walked on after Abilgail hit the Felict on the arm. Felict rubbed the area and said, “What a bunch of arseholes.”
“Yes, they are,” replied Sam, “Let me introduce Metzza and Abilgail. They have had a few problems with people associated with my Amy in Suraban. Metzza wants a Nibola Calton’s head on a plate, because she beat Metzza in a street fight, and Abilgail wants my Amy’s head on a plate, all over the fact she plus others were the cause of destruction and exposure of a Slave operation being run from a hospital complex near where the friends were living.”
“Oh fun,” Felict said.
“Yeah, one problem, The High lord has forbid them from touching me,” Sam said, “and they both know that too well, so expect to have problems with them.”
“Ok thanks,” replied Felict, “I’ve seen then around the training school.”
* * * * * *
As Metzza and Abilgail walked away they saw Warzkani and Sisko walking towards the Market Place. Metzza said, “Hi.”
“Hi boss,” replied Sisko, “What’s happening today.”
“Not much, spend it and tomorrow enjoying yourselves,” Metzza said, “we have a training meeting the day after.”
“Done. Chat to you then,” Warzkani said, and he went back to looking around. He saw Sam and another female walking the Market. He asked Sisko, “Who’s that?” and pointed at Sam, “I’ve seen her around the pyramid.”
“Her, that’s Sam, one of the High Lords personal slaves,” Sisko said.
Warzkani thought to himself, ‘I wonder if there is a way I could help her.’ Warzkani said to Sisko, after he checked his new watch, “Oh hell, I’m ten minutes late for a chat with a friend, I’ll chat to you later,” and walked off in the other direction. He looked back and saw Sisko had also walked in the opposite direction. Warzkani then turned around and walked quickly in the same direction as Sam, and soon caught them up and said, “Good afternoon ladies, I hope you are both well?”
Sam and Felict both stopped and looked at Warzkani and Sam said, “Yes thank you, I’ve seen you before haven’t I.”
“I have to apologise for dumping into you a few days ago, I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m Warzkani. One of the High Lords Chosen. Yes that is right, Metzza has said that we are the High Lords Chosen,” Warzkani said, “I know who you are Sam, but not your self young T-Lady?”
“I’m Felict, and thank you for asking, I’m a lot better now than I was,” Felict said.
“I know it may not be proper but, may I buy you both a coffee?” Warzkani asked.
“Certainly,” Sam said, and the three walked towards the local coffee shop.
As the group arrived and sat down, Warzkani asked, “Sisko a fellow chosen said that you were one of the High Lords personal slaves, how come?”
“I’ve been in the service of the High Lord for over two years and have been promoted to the position of Slave Boss and have been moved to the palace. Felict here is one of my group, she was doing nothing and we have been wandering Mantranna,” Sam said in reply.
“How about your self?” asked Sam.
“I’m an officer in the Nabanian Army and was chosen by Metzza to join the Chosen Ones, after myself and the two other crew of the Line Runner Transport assisted them in ‘capturing an escaped slave’,” Warzkani indicated the quote marks, “truth, the General in charge of elimating the resistance to the new rulers, failed in his job. The high lord thought it good to turn him into a bio-something.”
“That is horridable,” responded Sam.
“It’s what happens here now,” said Warzkani, “fail the High Lord or his master and either become an experiment or get fed to the meat mincer that is the Arena.”
“May I ask are you native to Darra Von Sam, Felict?” Warzkani asked.
“I am native,” replied Sam.
“No, I was born in the United Worlds of Warlock and captured and sold to the High Lord as prime stock for T-Men conversion.” Felict replied.
Warzkani looked around and saw his wife, Torime and called out, “Torime.”
Torime turned and saw her husband and females. Torime walked over and asked, “Who are the females hun?”
“Allow me to introduce the woman I told you about and a friend Felict,” Warzkani replied.
Sam turned to Felict and looked quite sternly at her, Sam smiled when she did not say a word in response to the mistake Warzkani made in referring to her as a friend and not slave.
“It’s been good meeting you sir, and I hope to see you around the palace,” Sam said and the pair stood and departed the table.
The pair walked quickly away and Sam dragged Felict into an alley way. Sam said when they had come to a stop, “You did very well then Felict.”
“What did I do?” Felict asked.
Sam realised the Felict had done that on natural response rather than programming. Sam said, “Lets just say, do you realised Warzkani called you a friend, and not by your correct title.”
“Oh shit he did didn’t he,” Felict responded, “Oops.”
“No not oops,” said Sam, “I noticed the words he was using, friend and the woman I told you about. Do you promise me that what I am about to tell you is secret and could have us both killed?”
“Yes, but not here Sam,” Felict said and led Sam deeper into the back alleys, and tunnels of Mantranna until Felict and Sam stood in front of a normal door way. Sam when I open this door you enter a world, where at the slightest mistake could lead to your death.”
“Yes,” Sam said, “Are you Conspiracy.”
“What?” Felict asked.
“I’ll tell you when you have opened the door,” Sam said.
Felict nodded and turned the handle and opened the door and allowed Sam to enter. “I have to apologise for the environment but its how we in the Mantranna Freedom Fighters find recruits and train.”
“No problem,” Sam said, “I don’t mind a bit of street fighting, I just can’t stand blood sports. What I meant was that my family and husband are involved in a force called the Conspiracy.”
“No!” exclaimed Felict looking at Sam in a shocked manor. After a second Felict continued, “I’ve heard of the Conspiracy, they are a force dedicated to destruction of the great evil powers like the Splugorth and the Vampires Intelligences that inhabit the Djint salt flats. We’ve had our eyes on you since you arrived. Do you remember the three who were present when the High Lord kidnapped you?”
“Yes I think so,” replied Sam and Felict opened a door and led Sam into a room dominated by a large screen.
The room measured thirty feet by twenty five feet and every five feet had a pillar of wood which supported the ceiling, except the middle area. In the middle of the room was a large table surrounded by low chairs, and other traditional Nabanian items of furniture. Sat at a large table to the left of the room was a group of three people, one a Kittani the other two human looking, but the left one of the pair was massive.
Felict turned and side, “Let me introduce Gribben,” and Felict pointed to the Kittani, “eUlladar,” Felict then pointed to the more human looking person, “and The Hulk.” Sam guessed that the Hulk was the large one.
“Arh good welcome Sam to the Mantranna Freedom Fighters,” The Hulk replied, “We were hoping that the High Lord Karazzakkia would release you up the chain of command and allow you the freedom to move around.”
“When I saw you two years ago, I saw that we repulsed you but didn’t,” Gribben replied, “When I got word of you being promoted to Slave Boss, I instructed our people to make contact.”
“One thing I have to ask, I think Warzkani could be a sleeper agent for another force,” Sam said, “I think he posted me a note a couple of days ago and he intentionally used words you don’t use in public around good little slaves. Felict he was concealing our rank from the others present. I think his wife knew about me.”
“Hell if he is then you could be a link to another force,” eUlladar said and turned to face Sam. The face was one of delicate features and pointed ears, “Allow me to introduce the three races, Gribben here is.”
“A Kittani, I know your race. Are you an Elf, and I have no idea as to yours The Hulk,” Sam said.
“Well done Sam,” replied eUlladar, “I am an Elf, a Wood Elf to be more accurate. The Hulk here is an Ogre T-Man.”
* * * * * *
A couple of days later Metzza and Abilgail were sat in there apartment when Zarriban entered and dropped the latest satellite images of Club Millana which showed a group of youths practicing in a formal pattern.
Metzza looked at the images and said, “That’s a formal practice square of the Karzzar. Have we got any images of the people working?”
“Yes, its in the file,” Zarriban said.
Metzza looked inside the file and saw a close up of Duggie and also Paul, and all the others around the edge, and a few of the practice group. Metzza said, “We need to know who the rest of those guys are.”
Abilgail looked through the file and said, “The Firey one, Clare,” when she came across Clare’s close up, “If she’s there then I bet the other one is too.”
“Who’s that,” said Abilgail when she saw Rose, “have we got the computer images these came from?”
“Yes we have,” Zarriban replied.
“Good because if I’m not mistaken she has a tattoo,” Abilgail said.
* * * * * *
After reviewing the digital images, “It is and it’s the Dual Headed Sword Staff.”
“If that gentleman is the Alchemist, then he must be skilled,” Metzza said.
“But look at the two of them that one I suspect is an Alchemist, but the other one looks like a Black Karzzar the tattoo is one of a Karzzar Master, and if he is he is more than likely to be a Alchemist,” Metzza said, “at least I now know of another Karzzar to be killed.”
“Fuck me, that’s Paul Delimetry, the ex chair of Digital Systems,” Abilgail said, “What the hell he’s a Black Karzzar and been Chair of Digital systems for the last 50 years and he don’t look older than 37 maybe 40.”
“Damn your right hun,” Metzza said. “He is going to be difficult to kill.”
“If your figures are right and it takes at least fifteen years to become a Karzzar Master and he’s been chair of Digital systems since at least 2038. That would make him at least 65 assuming no gaps and he started at birth.” Abilgail said.
“If this just get fucking worse. The age he should be and the age he looks, must mean that he is either immortal, or he’s Altantean Karzzar and probably an Undead Slayer to boot.”
“A bit more information it looks like a few months ago Trivvoth dropped off a candidate for Bio-Reconstruction and it’s now finished. I think the boss was planning on sending the person back in a couple of days to Rotork in the north and then the special couriers will deliver him back to Trivvoth’s,” Rakcam said, “Trivvoth quizzed me about when the subject would be returned to him. Another item of information it looks like the South East is a problem zone as the gangs are effectively uncontrolled.”
“Interesting, may be somewhere to put our feelers and see what bites,” said Abilgail.
“Another piece of information is that a group of youths stirred up a hornets nest a couple of weeks back. They had a run in with a group of youths at a youth hangout and some of the people were held to a draw when they went hand to hand, the other’s most got their arses handed to them. From the reports of people present an adult and a couple of younger people were talking through out the incident and the adult’s description matches Paul’s pretty closely. From what the contact said, they left pretty fast and were chased, their vehicles were packing some advanced firepower, MA280s and similar. Unconfirmed reports was that one was armed with an powerful energy weapon,” said Mortimer.
“What a weapon capable of threatening the new combat vehicles?” Abilgail asked.
“Easy, most of the MA series are capable of threatening our vehicles,” Sisko said.
“Your opinion Warzkani?” Metzza asked.
“Very much we need far more information, we need to find families and friends and know what they are going to do before even they know they are going to do it.”
“True we do,” Zarriban replied.
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The Vixens take the Conspiracy shuttle to Echo Tech City and then the shuttle to the Academy.
Sumdar Morning — 24th Ebinar
Nibs and Sandra woke at 08:20BN and lay in bed enjoying the warmth of each other and also the warmth of the other three sleeping friends. Daraus stirred and shifted position. Nibs slowly moved her legs out from under the covers and dropped them onto the ground. Sandra likewise did the same on the other side of the bed. Blackie stirred and moved slightly and continued to sleep.
Nibs thought said, “Lets get ready and then call them. We have a good eight hour flight ahead of us today.”
“True,” thought replied Sandra.
“We do have,” said Nibs and suddenly saw the living room and heard sounds of a coffee peculator going. Nibs said, “Hun what is going on in the living room sounds wise?”
After a couple of seconds of listening, “General movement of people and wake up activity,” Sandra replied.
“Is a coffee perculator going?” Nibs asked.
“Yes, now that you mention it yes one is going,” Sandra replied.
“Whose eyes and ears were those?” Nibs asked subjectively.
“What hun?” Sandra asked as Nibs headed towards the door.
“I’ve just had another strange vision hence the question about the coffee peculator going,” Nibs replied.
“Right,” Sandra replied and joined Nibs as she opened the door and walked out and saw Wong sat reading something on her PDU and Jum was over by the breakfast bar.
“I now know who it was now, it was Jum hun,” Nibs thought said.
“Ok,” thought replied Sandra.
Wong saw Nibs and Sandra and said in Street Jarrzarian, “Good morning you two.”
“God are you two up early,” Nibs replied in Street Jarrzarian.
“Good morning Wong and you too Jum,” said Sandra.
“I know,” said Jum, “I couldn’t sleep as it’s today we go to the Academy.”
“And I couldn’t sleep either with him tossing and turning,” said Wong.
Tina opened the door and saw the four and said in Jarrzarian, “Good morning, I hope everyone is well?”
“I am thanks, and well done,” Nibs said to the sentence and the style of delivery.
Both Wong and Jum smiled at what Tina had said.
“Why don’t I get complements like that,” Sandra pouted.
“You’ve had a few lessons remember, Tina hasn’t yet,” Nibs replied.
“Ok,” said Sandra and then said to Tina, “I am well too.”
To which Tina smiled and continued for the coffee percolator as she passed the breakfast bar she saw Jum had placed her cup on the side. Tina stopped, grabbed it and sipped the hot drink, “Thank you Jum,” Tina said.
“Your welcome Tina,” Jum replied, “soon we will be having conversations in Jarrzarian rather than just greetings.”
“Just like old times,” Nibs said and smiled whilst remembering the fun the three had terrorizing people when they visited places and tourist sites.
“That is very true,” said Hell Bright as she came from the corridor leading to her’s and Ren’s rooms.
“A good idea is to when Nibs has taught us the languages she knows and Ithian has done the same we talk using all languages it will mean fooling and foxing the enemy completely,” said Ren.
“If what happened for the second time a few minutes ago is what I think it is we may become closer than even communications allow,” said Nibs, “I just saw the living room and heard the coffer perculator through your eyes and ears Jum.”
“Hell,” said Jum.
“Me and Nibs had a short thought conversation last night on the dance floor,” said Wong.
“Oh hell,” said Abs as she walked out of her’s and Tina’s room, “if that is the case then god help those who stand against us.”
Amy and Paul both walked out smiling happy smiles and also looking a little embarrassed. Nibs smiled at their faces.
Angel and Damieel both walked out, of their room, hand in hand. Damieel said when she saw the group, “Good morning everyone. Angel heard you lot talking about Languages, we can add the language of DevilKin.” Angel then said, “and the language of the Olakdun or the language of the Angels.”
Angel then heard a knock from the main door in and moved to open it and said when she had, “Good morning Sarah, Jane, please come in.” Angel and Damieel then moved aside and let the two women in.
Sarah said, “Good morning Vixens, I can see you are all up bright and early.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” said Paul and got a hard elbow in the ribs from Amy. Paul then said, “Ouch you.”
Amy then moved into the living room and grabbed a glass and poured her self an orange juice.
Jane then entered the living room and said, “The plan today is in the next couple of hours leave for Suraban South East Airport and board a private jet to Echo Tech City, and then take the Line Runner to the Academy.”
“Sounds like a good plan Jane,” Nibs replied, “when were you thinking of leaving here?”
“Tenish, and make the airport by 11:30, 12:00,” Jane said, “and before you say anything we will be bringing everything you want down in a couple of days, your stuff from the Club is already in the back of a four tonner and heading to the airport now, Jaboc, Duggie and Sharra cleared your apartments last night.”
“Other then stopping off at Home base,” Nibs said, “Yeah good plan. How long is the flight going to be?”
“Four to five hours,” replied Jane, “It’s a Conspiracy Executive Jet that is waiting to take us to Echo Tech City. Its powered by four 30,000lbs reactionless engines, we took the designs from the engines on the Scimitar.”
“It’s capable of over Mach 2 in flight,” Sarah said.
“I can announce the Conspiracy can now officially field one squadron of 16 fully aerospace capable fighters,” Jane said, “I got the official email this morning from Derrick in the Alpha Wing.”
Abs eyes lit up and she said, “Aerospace capable fighters!”
“Yes Abs,” Jane replied.
Abs smiled as she realised that with space capable fighters then soon the planet may expand beyond the boundaries constrained on them by the atmosphere.
Nibs also smiled at the news and the challenge a fellow Vixen is also interested in flight.
Sandra said in Nibs’ ear, when she saw that Nibs had her spaced look about her eyes, “Boo.”
“Sorry hun,” responded Nibs, “Anyone else got stuff they need?”
“Yes, we need to get a vial from Wendy’s from what she said and I saw in the initial results, it’s very interesting,” said Paul, “I said we would analysis it at the Academy labs.”
“No problem there,” Sandra said as Nibs got up and headed for the kitchen and breakfast. Nibs opened the fridge and saw it fully stocked with cold items. Nibs checked it all over and realised that she had enough to do the Vixens but not the guests breakfast.
“Sarah, Command must have a canteen area?” Nibs asked.
“Yeah it does,” replied Sarah, “Why?”
“Breakfast,” replied Nibs.
“Good point,” Jane said, “I’ve not eaten this morning either.”
“I have enough to make the Vixens a cooked breakfast but not the guests as well,” Nibs said.
“Shall we wait for them to appear,” said Jane.
“No need,” came Detric’s voice as he and Zoe, “Can some one help us please. I would hate to be stuck in here.”
“No problem,” said Angel and both Angel and Damieel disappeared and pushed the pair out.
Gary also called from the single rooms, “Help.”
“No need, I’ll get him,” called Annabel’s voice as both Annabel and Leia appeared with Annabel pushing Gary.
“I hope the guests enjoyed them selves last night?” Sandra and Nibs asked.
“I did,” replied Detric and looked at Zoe, “I now understand what it means to be a street gang, oh boy did I fuck up.”
“In what way did you fuck up Detric?” Tina asked.
“To be a street gang, you need to be a street gang, not that and something else,” Zoe said, “we both came to the same realisation last night, basically that is what the Gangrels are a street gang, but because you are so large, you get to do all the other things. You have enough of a base to maintain the raw elements that is a street gang.”
“Bingo,” said Jane, “the first thing all Gangrels are told when they come to command for training, ‘forget everything you every heard about life in a street gang and how much fun it can be. Life in a street gang is simple brutal and in most cases can be very short. If your parents don’t understand the scene then please when you don’t have lectures or training exercises planned bring them and let one of the instructors chat to them’.”
“Some parents do, and we do tell them the plain and simple truth, but we also tell them that if they child is injured then he or she will receive the best possible treatments for the injury, hence Michelle’s brother being in Echo Tech City having had all the operations to provide him with a complete set of bionic legs,” Sarah said, “from the reports, he is making excellent progress and the doctors and surgeons will be bringing him out of the induced coma in two weeks, Jane?”
“Yeah about two weeks,” Jane replied, “I’m planning on bringing both the Marauders and Hammers to Echo Tech City to see him when he is brought out. He was very close to them wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he’s the reason the two units work so well together, The Hammers are a fast assault unit using trikes and bikes primarily the Marauders are more a general battle field operations unit, but they provide a defensive base from which the Hammers can strike out against the enemy positions,” Sarah said, “and as they are members of the new Gangrels they are slowly being told about the Conspiracy, we told Pauline, Zoe and Liam. Bill is a natural orator, he was excellent at telling them.”
Amy smiled at what Sarah was saying about Bill and thought, ‘Nice one bro.’
“The nicest thing was Clare and Abbey both heard and knew exactly what was being said with out being in the room,” Sarah said, “Bill carried Gribbloath in and she heard the entire conversation.”
Nibs smiled and thought, ‘nice one Clare, Abbey.’ Nibs then thought said to Sandra, “Those two are getting good.”
“They are aren’t they,” thought responded Sandra.
“Breakfast in what ten minutes,” Nibs suggested.
“Yeah,” Everyone replied and all the Vixens disappeared into their rooms.
Only Hell Bright and Ren were ready and soon returned carrying their rucksacks and formal clothes bags.
Jane said, “Leave the formal items here, we’ll bring those clothes down in a couple of days.”
“Oh yes, Sarah,” Nibs said as she came out of her and Sandra’s room, “You must tell us when you are going to have the fashion show, we’ll make sure we attend and maybe model some of the clothes.”
“Defiantly,” replied Sarah, “I hope you would, as Mads and The High Line are merging under the joint team of me and her.”
“The one question I have is how does she find time?” Tina asked.
“Mads opens up and 09:00BN the curtain makes so much noise when the door is opened it always alerts Mads, she is a very light sleeper, something to do with her being a temporal wizard I think most of the time she spends in the Den working on the clothes she sells,” Jane said.
“On a couple of occasions I have called by and found Yarrar and Gavin both working a sewing machine or wielding a pair of dress making shears,” Sarah said.
“What the guy form Sec Com?” Abs asked.
“Yeah, he says he finds it relaxing and it’s, in his eyes is a better chill then cannabis,” Sarah replied.
“The rough plan for the show is to invite Trivvoth along and get Sophie to persuade him to take her as well, then engineer a random prize to get Sophie back stage and let her be the first model out. The honour and rep Trivvoth is going to get, is going to be massive. It allows us the chance to meet Sophie and get her report first hand, and depending on how it goes maybe start a modelling agency and make sure Sophie is on the books, and a few other of his girls, it’s just we make sure we look after Sophie,” said Jane with real passion in her voice.
“My god,” Annabel quietly exclaimed.
* * * * *
Sarah led the group towards the canteen. Jane was walking close to the back and Annabel dropped back and asked, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but back in the flat when you were talking about Sophie I heard real passion in your voice. Why?”
“Why you ask,” Jane replied, “150 years ago I formed a group of friends together and created the first Gangrel Gang we had fourteen members and ran in the streets of Ebba Protectorate City. We lived under the same rules as we do now, and that is respect all, whatever colour creed or origins. I formed the group and included in it was Sarah Cutherlate, she like me is a member of the Council of Twelve, and was mandated to prepare the world for the coming of a supreme force. I had other work to do and Sarah had been a gang member before the dream and so she was the best person to lead. I dropped out when the fourteen had helped the very first group of kids from a local kids home, being very much disadvantaged by the older stronger residents. Sarah and three of the younger members made friends with them and then over the next few months they taught then the basics of Gangrel street and how to be a Gangrel, but they also installed in then a comrade that you couldn’t describe, as a word hadn’t been invented, at the time, but now it would be called the doing the right thing.”
Sarah then led the group to Hunters Hovel and collected them and their guests and then headed for the nearest ramp up.
Jane continued, “After a couple of months one of the older youths pushed one of the youngest residents and that was it, the straw that broke the camels back. The eight that had spent the months training took the older ones down and scored the first victory for us as a gang. Sarah has over the years shown an affinity for the young until about 30, but even then she still commands considerable respect from the older people. Ever since then the Gangrels have grown to you see us now, commanders of 18 mercenary commands, the Gangrel Youth Feeder Units and Gangrel Street.”
“One hell of a history, has anyone every written it down, the History of the Gangrels?” Annabel asked.
“I don’t think so,” replied Jane, “Why do you ask?”
“One of my Majors is History and for our final project next year we have been given a free choice in what we write about and hearing your passion and being at the Gathering last night has changed me I know it has,” Annabel said, then continued, “I think it would be good to write the History of the Gangrels?”
“I agree,” replied Jane, “but for your major write the last twenty five years, you have direct living access to members of the Gangrels dating from some twenty five years ago.”
“Who else comes from that era, other than you and Sarah,” Annabel asked.
“Gemma Ford the original founder of the Bitch Vixens, myself, Sarah, and Paul and Sandra’s mum and dad were members of,” Jane replied, “plus she may even be able to remember members from that time, plus you have also got the archives here at command and also other members since then, which I think iLleathe and Arage were members for a while. Dark Legion, three of their number ran with the Dark Legion Gangrel Unit.”
“Some list of famous people in the scene,” Annabel said.
“I know,” said Jane as Sarah led the group into the canteen sat at some of the tables were the party goers from last night, on one table was James, Hinnita and group along with Adrian and some of SD Unit Nine. After the group had collected breakfast they headed for the tables around.
Nibs and Sandra both said, “Hi guys.”
Wayne looked up and replied, “Hi Nibs, Sandra, today’s the big day ain’t it?”
“Yeah if you mean today is the day we leave Suraban,” responded Nibs, “Yeah it is.”
“Are these seats taken?” Sandra asked.
“No,” replied Hinnita. Both Nibs and Sandra sat down and Daraus went and laid under the table.
“I forgot to ask Hinnita. Where’s Maelstrum and Hims?” Nibs asked.
“At SD Nine’s home base,” Hinnita replied.
“No if you come again, bring then,” said Sarah, “I don’t think there’s one Gangrel unless they are allergic to one that don’t like animals as much as they like humans.”
“Ok, I will, thanks Sarah,” Hinnita said.
“Did you enjoy yourselves last night?” Nibs asked.
“Yes very much so,” said James, “After you left, a few of us went out and found the first band had a party going and joined.”
“It was the first time in months I picked up a Gui-Dram and played, I think I may have been the reason for this young female,” Hinnita said. Charlie turned around and looked right at her, Hinnita looked at Charlie and exclaimed, “You,” then after regaining her composure said, “are excellent, the way you made the Gui-Dram sing was incredible, bloody hell,” Hinnita just sat there as she realised that a few members of the table had been present as well.
Nibs then said, “Guys, meet the Gangrel Hunters. A fellow elite unit.”
*****
Around 10:00 everyone had gathered outside the main entrance. Sarah had moved the unit’s bikes and other transport to outside the main entrance.
Julie-Ann, Rachael and Wendy all walked over to where Amy, Paul were stood with Bill who was carrying Damien, as Duggie and the kids had been able to make it to command. Duggie was stood chatting to Sandra and Nibs a short distance away, Hemma and Beatrice were both sat on Pauls bike seat and fuel tank.
Wendy said, “Hello Amy, Bill and let me guess, Damien?”
“Yes Wendy,” Amy said.
Wendy smiled, “So today is the day, oh here Paul,” and Wendy gave Paul the vial of drugs, “Julie-Ann gave me a lift home this morning.”
“Thanks, I’ll start the analysis with in the next few weeks,” Paul said, “and email you the results.”
“Thanks,” Wendy said.
“Stay in contact this time you,” said Julie-Ann.
“I will this time,” Amy replied, “I’m sure to be back at some point. I think we are planning on working a big Green Festival in a couple of months, so I’ll be back in the area for that at least.”
“We three will try and make it,” Racheal said.
Duggie turned around walked the short distance to where Amy and Paul were and looked at Amy with his head cocked to the left, and smiled at her.
Amy smiled back and said, “Dad, you remember Julie-Ann, Racheal and Wendy from my years at Rotork?”
“Yeah I do, and it’s a pleasure to meet with such fine members of the female race,” Duggie replied.
“Hi Hemma,” said Wendy.
“I remember you, your Amy’s friend from the North.”
“Yeah, it’s Wendy,” said Amy.
“The one good with makeup,” Hemma said questionally.
“Yes actually you were very good with make up,” said Amy, “Go and talk to Arage. The Mistress of gothic makeup.”
“Now that’s a damn good idea,” said Julie-Ann, “no Amy’s right you were good with makeup, quality over quantity, and you and when you did ours, we did look good.”
“I will, I’ll go and see her on Moroth, Julie-Ann your going to have to give directions,” Wendy said.
“No I’m not, I’m coming with you and I think Racheal too. If you plan to join the Gangrels then you must look like Gangrels,” Julie-Ann said.
“Ok people lets mount up,” Nibs called over the racket of people talking.
As Amy stepped onto her bike she said, “I’ll email you when we arrive at the Academy, and also send a few pictures too.”
“Done babes,” Julie-Ann said, “and Paul, you look after her, I hear of you wandering out of the line of duty, I’m coming hunting and I’m a specialist hunter.”
“I would never think of it, I think I would have Bill, and Duggie after me if I did,” Paul said, and winked at Amy as she pressed the electric start. Her engine purred into life, and she thought, ‘I want to know how this bike works,’ and as she slowly accelerated to join the rest of the group as they headed for the route out. Amy turned and waved good bye to her friends and family, she knew they would be safe but if anything did happen to them god help the bastards. Amy accelerated and was joined by Charrbrr as she flew from the roof of the main entrance along with the rest of the fairies. Arrick, and Gribbloath along with all four of the Pixies were stood on the roof watching the friends leave.
Nibs took the group towards Gate 2 via a round about route, as very soon they passed the Hammers and Marauders as they uncovered their attack vehicles, Nibs looked at the trikes and saw a full gunners mount was built onto the side of the bike. One bike with gunner sped in front of the convoy the gunner sat operating the machine gun as the bike banked and took the still horizontal gunner’s platform around.
Both Nibs and Sandra stared at the rig and the way it worked. Sandra thought said to Nibs, “Now that is a design worth looking at.”
“Very defiantly,” thought responded Nibs.
The group the left Gangrel command via Gate 2 and sped down the roads towards IC7 and then the CW9 to Home Base then back on to CW9 until CW17 junction and then on to IC16 for the airport. The gate the group would be using was around the back of the airport from the entrance the general public used. Would mean driving the city streets as the IC16 spur road had no exits until you were in side the perimeter and getting out was on a plane, chopper or by the IC16 spur.
Very soon after hitting the IC7 two Echo Tech security patrol cars had moved in front and behind the group as it sped down the IC. The Patrol cars had they flashing lights going and on odd occasions they had to sound the siren so cars would move out of the way for the speeding bikes and other vehicles.
Nicole said over the comm. system, “A little gift from the incumbent boss of Echo Tech.”
“Nice,” responded Sandra.
The group sped down IC7 until the CW9 junction approached, the lead Echo Tech Patrol vehicle took the junction corner at speed and led the group down CW9 to the area around Home Base. The group pulled up out side Home base just as a few kids from up the street came onto the streets to see what the noise was, they cheered when they realised it was the Vixens.
Nibs ran up the front steps used her key to open the door and entered, she went straight to the computer and powered it down. Nibs then pulled out the two hard drive caddies picked up all the mail and closed and locked the front door. Nibs came down the stairs at speed and was back onto her bike, after passing the drives to Jum and Wong, the pair quickly turned around and joined the guys as the headed back for the closest CW9 junction. The two Patrol cars picked them up as they turned onto the CW. The patrol vehicles led the group onto the CW17 junction and then after a short while they picked up IC16. As the group sped down the IC they passed through the northern edges of the heavy industrial base that use to be what made Suraban the centre it was for workers. The population soon topped a twenty million and became the first proto metro.
Nibs thought through what history teacher had told the class about the beginnings of Suraban, and decided that one of her first low level degree would look at the history of Suraban over the last 200 years.
The lead patrol car headed down the IC until three junctions before the Spur road junction. The group slowed for the lights and fed onto the south heading main road.
The houses on the road were off your standard corporate enclave style house, white fake wooden horizontal slatted single storey with a couple of attic bedrooms. In front a expanse of green with a drive way come entrance to the front of the house. The actual front door is behind a wire mesh and was situated off a veranda that was covered by the roof of the house, in front of and leading to the veranda was a few white painted steps. In front of the veranda which has a waist high fence was a large bed of flowers. In most driveways were the second cars belonging to the wife, which she uses to transport the kids around.
Sandra looked around at the scene and thought, ‘When the war hit these will be the first places to fold and accept the new rulers, anything for a simple life.’
“I know,” Pixie said, “I wish there was a way we could warn them, but I think you could be right about just not caring at all about what happens on the world stage as long as they have there nice lives, of going to work, looking after the kids.”
“Yeah, very true,” Nibs thought interjected, “but it’s those we do help and can show the truth to are the ones whom we should be looking for and seeking out.”
“And those with untapped gifts,” thought said Wong to both Nibs and Sandra.
Sandra then looked at Wong in the rear view mirror as the FAV was just behind her, Sandra saw Wong smiling at her, Sandra then saw Wong mouth “I had a feeling you were a true partner.”
“Thank you Wong, Jum,” thought said Sandra.
Every so often the group had to slow and stop for the lights, Nicole indicated right and turned onto one of the secondary roads. The two patrol vehicles pulled off and stopped the lead one waved the group bye as they passed.
Nicole said over the comm. system, “I going to go the back streets now, it’s bloody faster than taking the main roads. Stay with me if you can otherwise I’ve sent the map of the route to your email accounts, just pick them up and follow. The transport or the executive jet ain’t leaving with out everyone.”
About thirty minutes later the group approached the fencing that demarcated the air port controlled land from the rest of the city. The gates that stopped traffic on the main roads if it was needed, stood open and let the group through. As the group left the far side Nicole turned left and drove up a minor road that ran down the fence. At the other end Nicole took a secondary road that headed around and joined a another road that had a sign that said Gate 12, Echo Tech, C.Industries and Corporate Enterprises loading and unloading only. No unauthorized access. Nicole turned left and slowly led the group towards the gates. Which opened when the guy working the controls saw the group.
Nicole led the group towards the large transport jet, already onboard was a four tonner truck and the area behind it was empty as if waiting for something. Eight aircrew stood waiting to strap the bikes down before the transport took off. Nicole, Richard and Jane all drove to the side of the transport but indicated for the rest to drive on.
Richard said, “The transport should have more than enough room guys, we use it to transport six attack FAVs to hot spots all over the world along with all the supporting troops as well.”
Nibs then led the Vixens on to the transport and when they were all on she along with everyone else walked off and joined the four adults as Ithian had also joined Nicole, Jane and Richard. The group then turned and walked towards the entry steps for the private jet.
As Nibs approached the steps up she said, “Just imagine if we hadn’t been involved with the Wacker War how this would feel.”
“I know,” responded Wong, “the wonderment that would go with the unknown.”
“Damn true,” said Amy, “but the knowledge we are friends and would be going as friends.”
“Yes true, the only difference is that Richard is with us as well as Wong and Jum,” Nicole said.
“Would that be a difference, it’s likely I would have brought them over anyway,” Nibs said.
Jane moved away and walked the outside as Nicole and Richard both climbed the steps and turned left for the cockpit where they both sat and strapped themselves in. The Vixens, Ithian, the fairy companions and Daraus, all walked to the large expanse of comfortable living area. Where they all took a seat and strapped them selves in.
Jane boarded and looked into the cockpit and said, “It’s clear, start her up.” Jane then turned and pulled the steps up into the aircraft and then closed the top section and locked them closed. Jane then moved to the main seating area as Nicole pressed the four buttons beneath the rack of four thoatal levers. The jet them slightly larched against the brakes.
Richard said into the comm. system “SSE Air Traffic Control, this is flight ET009 to Echo Tech City, request departure runway information.”
“ET009, SSE Air Traffic Control, proceed to Runway 24L and await instructions,” the voice from the head set said.
“Ok,” said Nicole and brought the outside two throatals to one quarter and Richard pulled the lever that disengaged the brakes. The Jet started to slowly move, Nicole guided it towards the apron and onto the road way that would take the jet and the transport that was following to the right runway for takeoff.
Jane said to the Vixens and Ithian, “The Air Traffic Controller has sent us to Runway 24L which is the correct runway for a jet of this class, but when you are equipped with four 30,000lbs reactionless engines and a 6500 kilo watt nuclear power unit. We need about half the runway space.”
Richard then said from the cockpit, “the two vectored thrust engines give us enough thrust to go straight up.”
“Bloody hell!” exclaimed Abs.
“That’s the level of technology you guys get to play with now,” Jane said.
Nicole pulled the Jet to a stop behind a Sub Orbital from BA Long haul. Nicole looked over at the computer screen in the cockpit and saw the transport and this were the only two planes ahead of them.
Nicole turned to Richard, “Good only this one ahead of us.”
Nibs who was sat looking straight down the jet and out of the cockpit wind screen saw the Sub Orbital move forward and turn left onto the Runway itself. The jet then moved again as Nicole heard SSE Air Traffic Control say, “ET009 move to threshold.” Nicole brought the jet to a stop and Richard applied the brakes.
Nibs saw the Sub Orbital engage its four after burners and it slowly started to accelerate down the runway, out of the side windows Nibs could see the exhaust flame from the engines. The Sub Orbital reached the correct speed to be able to pull away she began to climb and soon the undercarriage disappeared into the jet.
Nicole and Richard both heard the Controller say after waiting 45seconds from the time of the Sub orbital accelerating, “ET009 you are cleared for Runway 24L, have a safe journey.”
“Thank you Control, moving to Runway 24L,” Richard replied.
Nicole moved the jet forward and turned onto the runway. In front of the cockpit in bedded in the tarmac of the runway was a red light, which suddenly went green. When Nicole saw the green light she moved all four throatals up and forward. Richard’s left hand disengaged the brakes and the jet started to move and accelerate, after about eight seconds. Nicole pulled back on the controls and the nose lifted from the ground and the jet started to climb. Richard then operated the retract undercarriage level and when the green light went from flashing to solid did he remove his hand.
Sandra who had been looking out of the window the whole time saw the acceleration and the speed at which they started to gain altitude.
Nicole then said, “SSE Air Traffic Control we thank you for your assistance.”
“Thank you ET009,” the controller replied then he said, “I’m transferring you to Suraban Air control.”
“Suraban Air Control this is Flight ET009 out of SSE Airport request height and bearing information of Echo Tech City at Mach two,” Nicole said in a deadly serious voice.
The Controller replied, “ET009 height to four, three, zero, zero, zero feet and bearing of one three five degrees until Echo Air Control boundaries.”
“Thank you Suraban Air Control, climbing to four, three, zero, zero, zero feet, bearing one three five degrees,” Nicole replied and pulled the nose up a bit more.
Richard then said, “Take her to Mach two Nicole.”
Nicole then said, “Ok, Richard, let’s see them follow this,” Nicole’s right hand went to the throatals and moved the smaller levers, as she was doing so Nicole said, “Stage two burn engaged.”
The read out in the cabin which was reading 477mph then suddenly started to go up at some speed, and it stopped at 2000mph, or Mach two.
Richard then said, “Routes in, engaging neural net autopilot.” Richard then unstrapped himself from the cockpit and walked back into the main cabin saying, “I think we have just frightened two Air Traffic Controllers.”
“Yeah I bet,” responded Paul.
“Drinks anyone?” Jane asked, then said, “it’s self service on this flight.”
“Like all conspiracy flights,” said Richard.
“So what was last week like?” Nicole asked.
“Excellent thanks Nicole,” Sandra said, “both me and Nibs were able to finish our first drums.”
“That’s good as I think some of the second years play but they are looking for a drum leader and I know four of the new forth years have set up a band and are looking for a drummer,” Jane said, “and from what I saw at the wedding everyone was loving the beats especially when the lights dimmed and the Fire Spinners stepped up. I think the audience took a collective gasp as Tina and Abs started.”
“That was the first time I had seen you and you were good,” Nibs said.
“Thank you” replied Tina.
“What are your plans, with you about to start at the Academy?” Richard asked.
“Working on equipment to help me break and enter places and surveillance systems,” Nibs said, “and looking at the history of Suraban over the last 200 years, hopefully from the people perspective.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra, “Me, some form of information system, and also improving my acting and associated skills.”
Ren unstrapped himself, got up so he could walk to the bar and said, “I think I shall be bar man, Drinks anyone?”
“Yes, Bar-Kam soda thanks Ren,” Nicole replied.
“My usual thanks Ren,” said Nibs and Sandra nodded her agreement.
“Bar-Kam and Cabilla thanks Ren,” replied Amy.
“Crabiton thanks,” replied Paul
“Black Snake thanks,” replied Jane
“Black current thanks,” Richard replied, “I have to be sober so we can land at Echo Tech City.”
“True,” said Nicole, “I’m on soft drinks after this one.”
“Same as Paul thanks,” replied Tina.
“Here three,” said Abs.
“Cabilla thanks Ren,” Wong replied and Jum nodded when Ren looked at the pair.
“Hell Bright, Angel, Damieel?” Ren asked.
“I’m ok bro thanks,” Hell Bright replied.
“Veallint thanks,” Angel replied as she stood up and headed for the rest room.
“Same,” replied Damieel.
Nibs stood and moved to the cockpit door and looked in at the controls and dials. Richard moved to just behind Nibs and said, “You interested in learning how to fly Nibs?”
“Yes I am,” replied Nibs, “I’m seriously thinking of trying for Trish’s title as well.”
“Trish will be happy to hand it over,” Richard replied, “Sit up front as we land, it’s a good way of learning, and if your serious about learning, I’ll organise a six month course with Alpha Wing of the Conspiracy Transport Corp, they pilot all the fast aero vehicles, and the new aerospace fighters as well.”
“The designers think they will have perfected the designs for a attack fighter and are close to completing an interceptor,” Nicole said.
“The attack fighter sounds good,” said Abs.
“Yeah it does,” responded Nibs, “and remember we get to have fun as well.”
“Oh yeah,” responded Abs, “I forgot about that. The possibilities.” Abs then sat back and let her mind wander through the possible options.
Jane then said, “To continue what is everyone else going to be doing?”
“Me,” replied Ren, “looking at the security around the Academy and Conspiracy servers, it took me a couple of seconds to break through the password lock outs, and I completely bi-passed the black and grey ice they use.”
“Hell,” said Nicole as she picked her drink from the bar.
“I’ll also be working on improving the remote sensors and bugs,” Ren said, “and looking at the long term effects of the urban sprawl on the natural environment.”
“Not sure myself,” replied Amy, “other than improving my magick and related skills.”
“Looking at the environment,” replied Paul, “not in the same was as Ren, but the natural environment. Also politics and economics especially corporate economics.”
“Medical and similar,” replied Wong.
“Weapons and similar,” Jum said, “especially advanced weapons like the plasma and charge particle weapons, and ground vehicles.”
“Me,” replied Hell Bright, “looking at Archaeology specifically a site in south Surra, which if my estimates are correct dates to about 5000 years ago.”
“I’m thinking of going on a different tack now, and look at media and how it can be used to change peoples opinions and attitudes,” Tina replied.
“Probably the new Aerospace vehicles,” replied Abs.
“Angel, Damieel?” asked Jane.
“Helping everyone else,” they both replied.
“A very cryptic answer,” Jane said, “what are you going to study?”
“Nothing,” Damieel replied, “We gave up schooling when we escaped from the religious school, we went and got our Highers because Mistress Darla wanted us to get them. Now we are free, we plan to help the Vixens in their projects and adventures and learn as we go.”
“Ok,” said Nicole, “I think the twins are just going to go on enjoying life.”
To this statement from Nicole both the Twins smiled.
* * * * * *
After four hours Echo Tech City Air Control was heard on the comm. system saying, “Flight ET009 this is Echo Tech City Air Control, please responded with correct ident signal.”
Richard got up and went to the cockpit and typed in a short code to the computer and the voice was heard saying after a couple of seconds, “Thank you flight ET009, ident signal received and authorized for Echo Tech City Airport approach.
Richard sat in the right hand seat and turned to the cabin and asked, “You going to join me Nibs?”
“Yeah,” Nibs replied and moved towards the cockpit and sat in the left hand seat.
Richard said, “We still have twenty minutes, but when we get this close to Echo Tech City I always like to have a human hand on the controls, nothing against the neural net, but it’s a computer.”
“And computers fail from time to time,” Nibs responded.
“Yeah exactly,” said Richard, “but it’s the size of the sky scrapers as well. Most are 140 plus floors.”
“Fuck me!” Nibs exclaimed somewhat shocked, “140 plus floors.”
“I would say about 45% of the skyscrapers are at least 140 floors, the rest are at least 90 floors,” Jane said from the cockpit door.
The jet banked slightly right and settled onto a new heading of 165degrees and also began to slowly loose altitude, Richard brought the engines back to stage one burn cycle and at the same time disengaged the primary autopilot. He then took the controls lightly in his hands and said, “When the main neural net autopilot is disengaged the older computer based one takes over and takes us on the last stage until final approach to Echo Tech City Airport.
As the jet dipped beneath the high level clouds Nibs saw for the first time Echo Tech City. A city she knew had over 567 million people living and working within it’s limits. In the middle of the city was Echo Tech tower, over a thousand metres tall, 245 floors of the main corporate head quarters and one of the centres of the Conspiracy.
Richard said over the comm. system, “Echo Tech Air Control this is flight ET009, requesting special clearance for a sight seeing tour of the city. Authorization code Richard Alpha two six six five epsilon.”
“Clearance granted ET009,” the controller said.
Richard then said into the cabin, “Take a look out of the windows I have permission to give you lot a sight seeing tour.”
Nibs looked back and most of the Vixens turned around and looked out of the windows in wonderment at the city beneath then. Sandra moved to the cockpit door and was joined by Daraus. Who jumped into Sandra’s arms and looked out of the wind screen.
The city was green, it had trees on most roads, large expanses of parkland, it looked like most buildings had solar panels or wind turbines on the roofs. Most of the skyscrapers were covered in glass, but as Nibs looked at them she saw it was dark in places and light in others.
Nibs turned to Richard as he banked left and showed the viewers the main park that stretched completely around the city centre, in the middle of was Echo Tech Tower. “Richard the buildings are covered in glass and yet in some areas is dark in others it’s light?”
“Multi glass, all the buildings are covered in it, it allows for privacy of the occupants,” Richard replied.
Nibs then turned to Sandra and said, “Almost to our new home now hun.”
“Yeah I know,” Sandra said and turned back into the cabin and moved to one of the empty seats and looked out the windows.
Richard then said, “Ok ladies and gents, please prepare for landing at Echo Tech City Airport.”
Richard brought the inner two engines to quarter thrust and clicked two switches at the base. Richard then said, “Echo Tech City airport, flight ET009 request landing clearance for vertical landing.”
“Flight ET009, request granted Pad 23 is cleared and awaits your arrival,” the controller said.
“Thank you Echo Tech City Airport, Pad 23,” Richard said and banked right and brought Echo Tech City Airport into view.
Nibs then saw Echo Tech City Airport, a building some 50 stories high, but dotted on the outside was over 80 landing pads. Nibs estimated about three quarters were occupied. From one she saw a similar jet slowly take off by rising on a forty five degree angle.
Richard said, “One of our earlier attempts at VTOL executive jets, it works and the company still uses it for short haul hops.” Richard then brought the two inner throttles up and the entire jet slowed dramatically. When the middle two were at full power Richard dropped the other two back to one quarter and then he slowly decreased the power to two engines and the jet slowly started to descend vertically and a couple of minutes later had lightly touched down on the landing pad. Richard disengaged the engines and brought the reactor to the level were it could power the internal electronics and lights as the time was now the same as they had left around 12:00BN.
Nicole stood, and said, “We have a few hours to kill, as it takes about four hours for the line runner to travel to The Academy from here and Dinner is at 06:00 this evening.”
“Aren’t we coming back to Echo Tech City very soon?” ask Abs.
“Yes, next Savraday,” said Jane, “It the first field trip.”
“Then I say we sight see next weekend and get to the Academy now. I wouldn’t mind chilling for a while there before Dinner,” Abs said.
“Same here,” replied Wong, “I do feel a little tired after the flight and I have a sore neck.”
“Then I think it’s decided, lets go to The Academy,” Nibs said.
Jane moved to the door and opened it and let the steps down drop. Jane descended first and was greeted by one of the air side crew who asked, “You got any cases to off load?”
“No, just hand luggage thanks,” Jane replied as the engine housing creaked a little whilst cooling.
Nibs closely followed by Daraus and Sandra, who was carrying both hers and Nib’s small rucksack, along with all the fairies exited the door way and stepped onto the landing platform and saw that the landing pad was transparent and you could see the ground some 500 feet beneath them.
Nicole who was closely following them said, “It’s the same material that the first and second floor tiers in Club Millana are made from.”
Jane led the group towards a set of double door that slid open as they approached. The inside of the Airport was large and airy. From what the Vixens could see they had landed on a private landing pad, Jane turned right and headed for a set of stairs down and then down another set. On this level she turned left and another set of double doors opened and sat on the landing pad was a large vehicle, which she opened the side door of and climbed inside, Nibs followed Jane in, and was quickly joined by Daraus, and the rest of the group. Jane lent over and said, “Echo Tech Tower, Pad 225 C please, Jackson.”
“Done Jane, welcome home,” Jackson said.
“Thank you,” Nicole said, “Vixens meet the third best pilot in the Conspiracy, Jackson Bennatt. Put him and Jaboc team fighting Trish, she looses.”
“Yeah, but only two times out of the last ten tries have me and Jaboc beaten Trish,” Jackson replied, “She is a demon in the air.”
Richard climbed in and slammed the door shut and sat down. Richard then said, “Hi Jackson.”
“Hey dude, welcome home,” Jackson said and Richard grabbed his hand and shook in ghost fashion.
Richard then said, “Jackson is my pilot when I take a combat unit into danger.”
Nibs looked around out of the windows and saw vehicle’s that looked similar to this one flying down between the buildings.
Jackson the brought a low level whine up and the vehicle lifted off the platform and floated on a layer of air.
Tina exclaimed, “What the hell,” as the vehicle slipped right and moved out from the platform and into the moving traffic. Jackson then indicated and slowly accelerated and joined the faster moving vehicles.
Jane turned to Tina and said, “Contra gravity. When we found the city associated with the super Nexus we found a few vehicles that floated on a cushion of gravity. The aerospace fighters we found on the Scimitar worked on similar technology and we merged the two techs and because of it, Echo Tech City won the award from the World Government for the Greenest city on Darra Von, most of the vehicles use a fuel cell rather than engines that burn fuel, you probably saw as we came in that all the buildings have solar panels and or wind turbines on them.”
“The solar panels and wind turbines provide about 30% of the power needed by the city, the rest is provided by the four Mana reactors that are at the very bottom of the Control Pyramid. We have two 60 gigawatt Nuclear power plants on the outskirts of the city which we power on once every three months, to give the mana reactors the chance to de-polorize,” said Nicole, “the city itself uses about 43 gigawatts most days from the reactors and as the current guessing is that one of the Mana reactors can probably provide the metro the size of South Sea Metro, two is more than ample for a metro the size of Deebina Metro.”
The vehicle moved about in the air with so much freedom. Jackson suddenly dipped the nose and banked hard right and went low level. As the transport levelled out, Jackson said, “Visitors to Echo Tech City, on our left is Echo Tech Medical centre. The leading medical centre the world over, also in the top three teaching hospitals and Research and Development centres. On our right is the World Government’s Main office building, 167 stories the second highest sky scrapper in Echo Tech City. The Tallest behind Echo Tech Tower is the Corporate Bank and Financial Pyramid which comes in at 187 stories.” Jackson then flew over one of the large park land zones, they had seen coming in on the jet, “Jane I’m I right your going to the Academy this evening?”
“Yeah we are, meet the new intake,” Jane replied.
“Dudes, I bow to the elite,” Jackson said, “I’m spending a couple of months there working with a couple of fifth years on the new LAR. You got the private line booked this afternoon?” Jackson then asked as he hovered the transport in the middle of the park.
“Yeah,” Richard said.
“Fuck it, give this a recharge and I’ll fly you there in a couple of hours,” Jackson said.
“How can you, this ain’t got the speed.” Nicole said.
“No, this ain’t, but with the long range flight rig, three times the top speed and eight hours flight range and as manoeuvrable,” Jackson replied, “the fifth years I’m working with designed it I think two years ago, and I got the test rig.”
The Jackson turned almost right round and then accelerated and said, “To continue the aerial tour, on our right is darling Nicole’s and Jane’s, mansions, the park land we are flying over is officially owned by the mansions, but the Gangrel way applies heavily here.”
Jane smiled and said, “Yeah, as it should Jackson,” and Jane passed him her blunt.
“Thank you,” said Jackson as he took a draw on it, “to our left we have the worlds tallest skyscraper measuring in at a whopping 1180 metres to the very top of the spire, Echo Tech Tower, the corporate Head quarters for Echo Tech, C.Industries, Corporate Enterprises and one of the main command centres for the Conspiracy,” Jackson said, and banked left and headed around the outside of the tower, then he headed for the edge of the city, “I’ll be happy to give anyone of you a proper guided tour next weekend.”
“We may take you up on that one,” Sandra said and reached over and grabbed Jackson’s shoulder and said, “A gift from me to you Jackson, the Gift of true sight.”
“Haullieaal babies,” Jackson exclaimed when he saw all of the fairies sat on the bash board looking out the wind screen.
Blackie turned to look at Jackson and said, “I hope that was a good exclamation.”
“It was,” Jackson said, “Welcome back to the fight little people, I’ve known of your existence for a very long time, it’s one of the reasons I am elite, my daughter could see things other kids couldn’t. They ridiculed her, bullied and name called, but she didn’t care, she could see what they couldn’t. Bethany as she was called, took me one evening on a journey and ever since then I’ve believed and have with the help of the library and fairies have written the official history of the Fairy involvement in the Conspiracy War. It’s due out next week.”
“Dude, you got it finished,” Richard said.
“Yeah I have,” Jackson said, “some of the reviews I’ve had from the fiction reviewers are great.”
“What!” exclaimed Nicole, “Fiction?”
“Yeah, fiction I wrote it as if it was a story,” Jackson replied as he came into a recharge stop, “The first page inside the front cover says, ‘written for those who do believe in the unexplainable’.”
“Right,” Nicole said, “Nice one.”
Then after 20 seconds Jackson slipped right and accelerated away. After gaining a little altitude he continued, “Yeah, that’s what I thought, get the information out there, in a format most people will read and understand, not believe but when things do happen they have a reference point,” Jackson said, “How much do you lot know about the Conspiracy?”
“We’ve just spent the last month living at Club Millana, helping out in the Wacker War,” replied Nibs.
“So I guess you know quite a bit then,” Jackson said.
“Yes and some very close experience of the activities,” said Amy.
“Right, so I take it you know who Paul and Kev are then?” Jackson said as he banked right and headed north east.
“Yes they do, both Kev and Paul are currently living at the Club, Paul and Kev will be back for the Academy Ball,” Richard said.
“Hey, it will be good to see Paul,” Jackson said, “well the two mansions to our right are Paul’s and Kev’s and I think the large house there is yours ain’t it Richard.” Jackson the banked left and passed over a large house with a large satellite dish in the garden.
“Yes it is,” Richard replied.
Jackson then brought the transport into a small light industrial site when the group heard four heavy sounding clunks were heard from the four corners. Jackson then said, “The long range flight assembly.” Jackson then climbed vertically out of the car-park area and then slipped the inner throatals to zero and then brought all four to about half position, and the vehicle accelerated towards the outskirts of the metro and very soon they were flying over fields belonging to KRX and the other farming companies.
* * * * * *
After half an hour of flight Jackson pushed the levers to full and the entire vehicle accelerated forward. Very soon the vehicle was zipping along the tops of trees.
Jackson said, “the base of the Air traffic control radar for Echo Tech County is two metres above us here. Thank fully the base in Darrumith is 250 metres rather that the 70 metres in Echo County. We’ll be out of Echo County in about thirty minutes. Then the vehicle was out over the sea, “at least now I have some freedom to manoeuvre,” said Jackson, as he dived away to about 30 metres above the tops of the waves.
Jum asked, “How does the technology work?”
“It works by creating a negative gravity bubble and as long as the contra grav unit has power that bubble is always present,” Richard said.
“The new aerospace fighters are all equipped with them, it deals with escape velocity issues,” Jackson said, “I was one of the four test pilots, the fighters have a top speed of about mach nine in the upper atmosphere and fire your thrusters and your gone in space. The biggest advantage is that reverse the polaility and you get gravity.” Then Jackson said in a more serious tone, “Jane, Nicole do you remember you asked me to keep my ears to the world government grape vines?”
“Yeah I do,” said Jane.
“It looks like Hipotite is massing a large army of volunteers and also putting a quiet call out for mercenary commands,” Jackson said, “from some of my contacts in the mercenary haunts have been saying it looks as if the Dragons have offered their services.”
“Fuck me, this changes a lot,” Nicole said, “does Hipotite have any idea of the level of fire power the new rulers are packing.”
“Don’t know,” Jackson said, “spying is not my game, fly by my arse is,” Jackson’s voice had a slight laugh.
The next couple of hours flew past and soon Jackson said, “Academy Control, Jackson, transporting this year’s intake, Nicole, Jane, Richard and Ithian. I’m inbound on a bearing of 344degrees true. Eta five minutes.”
“Inbound flight, Academy control, a message from us here in control, welcome to your new home intake,” the voice said over the speaker.
Jackson then climbed a bit and when he brought the nose level, he said, “Ladies and Gents of the Vixens, members of the Elite, The Academy.”
The sight was of an old mansion from the times around the 1700AM (After Meteorite) but the right wing complex was very modern looking in an old fashion style of way. The left wing was keeping with the main section of the house, surrounding it was again modern looking building but very much looking like old world construction and these were mixed in with the trees and other natural features.
Jackson took the transport right up the main entrance road and said, “the closest main road is forty miles behind us.” Then Jackson slowed and took the intake over the main building. The right hand wing was massive, but the left hand wing was gianmous.
Jane said, “The South Wing is the Accommodation block for this year, the north wing and surrounding buildings house the Academy. The Library is held on Sub-basement one, the sub-basement also has tunnel links to all the out lying buildings,”
“Where’s the new Accommodation blocks going?” asked Nibs.
“Down by the lake side,” replied Nicole, “along with a lot of the staff accommodations as well.”
“Very nice,” said Abs.
Out the back was a group of people some sitting others lying on the grass, when Jackson flew over. Two of the group looked up, jumped up and ran towards the front.
* * * * * *
Harry and Dan both were laying on the ground before going in when they saw the transport vehicle swing low over the house.
Harry looked up at it and said, “Ain’t that the Long Range Flight Assembly?”
“Yeah it is, who the fuck is flying it,” Dan said and both of them headed for the front where they arrived and saw the Heads of the Academy standing waiting for the transport to arrive.
* * * * * *
The transport landed and again the group heard four loud clunks and the transport them lifted off and touched down right in front of the main entrance a good ten metres away from the six members of the staff waiting for them to arrive.
Jane slid the slide door open whilst Jackson climbed out and walked around the front of the transport, Nicole and then the Vixens got off and were closely followed by the fairies who landed on the roof of the transport. Richard then Ithian exited the transport last.
Jane then said, “The Vixens meet the six people who make the Academy run. Paula, The head mistress, Simon the guy in charge of making sure it works,” Simon smiled at Jane, “Zina, head of all support staff, Barbara who is in charge of making sure missions or field trips are safe. Mick head of all the teaching staff and Torban head of Academy security.”
“Thank you Jane,” replied Paula, “Yes. Dinner is at six some one will find you and guide you to the canteen. Simon.”
“Thank you Paula,” Simon said, “Yeah if you wouldn’t mind following me I will show you to your accommodation area.” Simon led the Vixens up the main entry stairs and into the main hall, which was dominated by a water colour of a mountain range and lake.
Nibs asked, “Is that picture by iLleathe?”
“Yes it is,” Simon replied, “How did you guess it was by him?”
“We come from Suraban and know both iLleathe and Arage,” Nibs replied.
“How, professionally, socially?” Simon asked.
“As members of the Elite and socially,” Sandra replied.
“I read your files after Jane had sent the updates to us, with the message, ‘these may be the ones’,” Simon said and opened a door and entered a wide corridor to the left hand side was the front windows, Simon turned at the first junction and led the group down the corridor and opened a door and said, “Your years common room, leading from it are your rooms. It is divided on to two floors I hope you like what I was able to do.”
Nibs walked into the common room and saw a large room that stretched both floors. On the opposite side to the door was a metal spiral staircase in an alcove. On each of the three sides was a pair of doors and it was repeated on the first floor. the middle of the common room was a mixture of arm chairs, and cushions and similar. Around the rest of the room were desks with a few computers on and below. On the wall with the main door was an area with a kettle and other drinks making equipment.
Angel who the last through the door closed it and a second later heard a knock from it, Angel turned and opened it and saw Paula standing there, Angel said, “Please come in.”
“Thank you, and I’m not sure,” replied Paula, “I know everyone else, but as from outward signs you two are identical, how do we tell you apart.”
“I’m Angel, I have a white strip of hair running down the centre, its just about visible, but either name works, for we are identical.”
“Right,” responded Paula, “Your Sandra?” Paula asked as Sandra grasped her arm.
“A gift from me to you Paula, the gift of true sight,” Sandra said.
“So this is what Jane meant when she said, we will be hosting more than we expected” said Paula when Sandra had finished.
“Yes,” Nibs said.
“I’m here to say that the plans for this area were put together rather quickly and if you want to change them then talk to any of the maintaince staff,” Paula said.
“The first question is. The kitchen facilities what are they like?” asked Jum.
“Arh, yes, when Jane said you lot like cooking I realised that this area has no actually facilities for that, but I would have to pass this through Simon but he may be able to rig something up,” Paula replied.
“Leave it with us,” Ren said, “Let us have a think and a plan.”
“Ok,” Paula said, “I came to tell you that the third years are hold a bit of a party and they wondered if you wanted to go an enjoy.”
“Good place to hit most at once,” said Amy.
“Yeah, true,” responded Sandra, “Lets go chill.”
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Lets meet the four years.
Paula led the Vixens out of the door and left down the passage way, the group came to a spiral stair case which Paula took down and then walked into a very open plan general chill room. Around the room were lots of people.
The room itself was easy sixty foot long and it did look as it stretched the width of the above wing. The middle of the room was arm chairs, sofas, bean bags, large cushions and sat in this area were people that generally looked studentish, the group moved into the room. Around the edge was six doors, each door but one was open and looked in onto the common room style area.
Jackson saw them and walked with the two fifth years he was helping out to the group and said, “Welcome to the welcome chill out party.”
“It’s good to be here at last,” Nibs said.
Jackson then said, “This is Harry and Dan, they the pair who built the long range flight rig we used today.”
Harry then moved off to one side and asked Nibs quietly, “Please tell me to shut up, but are you Trans?”
“I am, so is Tina,” Nibs replied, “Why?”
“Be careful around year two, they are known as the Red Necks,” Harry said, “we don’t know how far the breeding and brain washing goes.”
“Arh, thanks for the warning, but I think we can look after ourselves and not just in the fighting sense either,” Nibs said.
“Oh, so the reports and rumours were true we do have an adept at the Academy,” Harry said, “Nicole, Jane or Richard did tell you about the work a couple of students from year four are doing on Adepts?”
“Yes, and you don’t have just one Adept you have six and here’s the second one, my partner Sandra and almost the last member of the partnership.” Nibs replied. Nibs then thought said to Sandra, “Year two go by the name the Red Necks.”
“Ok,” thought responded Sandra.
Amy then moved to the centre of the room with all of the fairies. Amy then said the last command word, “Ceeribbean.” The entire group gathered in the room suddenly look on in utter shock at the sight of twelve fairies
Nibs and Sandra then walked to the same area as Amy and the rest of the Vixens joined the three stood in the middle of the room. Then all the fairies return to their respective partners. Nibs then said, “I think some introductions are necessary, we are the Vixens Gangrel unit from Suraban, this is the start of our first year here, and I’m called Nibola Calton-Patterson, or Nibs to my friends.”
Sandra then said, “I’m Sandra Calton-Patterson Nibs legal Partner and this is Daraus the third member of the our partnership. The final two members of the partnership is Blackie and Pixie.
The entire room said, “Hi Nibs and Sandra and the Vixens.”
Then someone from the back said, “Let’s party.”
“Hell yeah, lets party,” said Hell Bright.
* * * * * *
“I have to admit they handled that incredibly well,” Paula said to Nicole.
“I know,” replied Jane, “meet Nibs a woman of many talents, one of which is the ability to read a situation and know how people will react to various stimuli.”
“Yeah,” Nicole said with a laugh in her voice, “On a few times, Nibs has read a situation and gets more from the people than any of my best interrogators.”
* * * * * *
Tammeria walked in from the outside and saw Blackie and then spotted Nibs and Sandra, chatting to Harry and Rach from year five. When Tammeria was close enough she said in Rujunivan, “Good day to you stranger, I do hope you were planning on looking me up?”
“Of course I was Tammeria,” replied Nibs in Rujunivan, and then in basic, “You can’t catch me out Tammeria.”
“I can always try,” Tammeria said and the pair embraced.
Harry looked on in shock, and stuttered, “Ho..ho…ho…how do you know Tammeria?”
“We met as young teenagers in Runjunvia for what 18 months,” Nibs said.
“Yeah, about that,” Tammeria replied, “Then Sec Com turn up looking for volunteers and I get volunteered, the next thing I remember is walking up with a scar around the back of my neck and one of the Docs leaning over me saying she’s awake now. I’ll give you awake now, you bastards, whilst I feed your precious Sec Com to the pit of Vipers that is the mass media.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Dan said.
“Watch me Dan,” Tammeria said, “Given an ounce of the information I now know, my answer would have been shoot me now, because I’m not joining.”
“Go Tammeria,” Nibs said.
“One piece of information I have and they are going to wish I didn’t have is that I have five names of some high ups in Sec Com who have confirmed slaves working in the mansions,” Tammeria said.
Gill, from the second year, walked towards the group. She was wearing an red Echo Tech logoed t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of trainers her hair was short and very much bloke lesibian look but with a very female cut. Her approach caused Tammeria to sigh, Nibs picked up on it and said, “What’s up?”
“Red Neck, and you being you,” Tammeria replied.
“I heard that Tammeria,” Gill said, “I am not a red neck, don’t tar the entire year with the same brush.”
“Sorry Gill,” Tammeria said, “But you know what I mean.”
“Hell yeah, I do,” Gill replied, “Welcome to the Academy.”
“Thank you,” replied Sandra.
“You lot smoke?” Gill then asked.
“Yeah we all do,” replied Nibs.
Another member of the group Gill had been with walked over and said, “Hi Nibs, Sandra. I’m Jim.”
“Hi Jim,” replied Nibs.
* * * * * *
Jum and Wong both saw Tammeria walk in from outside and when she turned away as if looking for some one specific, the pair walked towards her and Jum said in broken Rujunivian, “Good afternoon Tammeria.”
Tammeria looked back at Wong and Jum, smiled and replied in Rujunivian, “Good afternoon Jum, Wong,” then she said is Basic, “Welcome to the Academy.”
Harry passed Tammeria the joint he had been smoking and she took a draw on it, “I’ll say this being here has so relaxed me. I think I smoked a good half an ounce in my first week. That’s not including the joints, blunts, and pipes that get passed around.”
“Yeah I know, when me and Wong arrived we didn’t smoke other than cigarettes. I think last week, and we were on vacation I smoke, probably three quarters of an ounce.”
Wong then asked, “What’s it like being here?”
“What, being at the Academy,” Tammeria replied.
“Yeah,” Wong answered.
“Fun, would be the best description,” Tammeria replied, “During my time at Sec Com my year and that’s a good point.” Tammeria thought, ‘I need to let my bosses know I’m ok, and everything is going to plan.’
“What,” Jum said.
“Nothing Jum, I’ve just remembered something I must do, my year when I started had the highest rate of deaths from suicides and escape attempts since the College started. When we all departed for our first missions, we made a promise that we would be there for each other,” Tammeria said.
“Oh, right,” Wong said.
“I’ve already had a couple of sessions with the second and fourth years. I was waiting for the experts to arrive before really starting them on it,” Tammeria said.
“Good, when is your next session planned?” Jum asked.
“Ulleam morning for a couple of hours,” replied Tammeria.
“Good then I think all of year one will join you,” Sandra said.
* * * * * *
Tina and Abs along with Amy and Paul all walked outside and saw the lake that stretched out from the back of the house.
Three students were all lying on the ground, two were wearing short skirts and tight tops the third a male was in knee length cut offs and trainers. He said when he saw the group, “Hi, I’m Adam this is Karen and Liz.” Both the girls smiled at the group.
Liz said, “If it ain’t been said inside, Welcome to the Academy the best god damn place to live.”
Tina laughed at Liz comment and sat down. “I think you could be right,” replied Tina.
“Thomas contacted us after the final battle and a few of us watched the unedited version of the final battle,” Karen said, “Well lets just say you all handle yourselves with a professional edge, I’ve not seen in many young ghosts.”
“That could be because most of us come from the background of running with the Gangrels gang,” said Paul.
“That maybe the case,” Liz said, “I know what Karen is taking about, when we see young ghosts we can see which have combat experience and which don’t. The professionalism you lot carry is one which comes from knowing and understanding the environment, the ghost, street environment.”
“I think we have Nibs to thank for that,” said Abs.
“Yes very definetly,” Amy replied.
“Is what Paula says true about you lot being special to the Conspiracy?” Karen asked.
“I don’t know what you count as special,” replied Amy, “but the group do have some special skills, I’m along with Hell Bright are training to become Line Walkers, Ren has psionics.”
“And six members of the group are True Adepts,” Abs said.
Liz and Karen’s eyes opened wide and stared at Abs, Karen then said, “Six True Adepts. I hoped to get a dead one to work on, but to have six living True Adepts. My god, and I know this is not the place to do it, but what is it like?”
“What is what like,” replied Tina.
“Being an Adept?” Karen asked.
“Like living a normal life,” Tina said, “me, Abs, Nibs, Sandra, Jum and Wong, we all are Adepts.”
“Without having told you, would you have been able to guess just by looking at us?” Abs asked.
“No,” replied Liz.
“Therefore you have what is it like,” Abs said.
“Yeah I can see that,” Adam said.
“How come the interest, someone is doing work concerning adepts aren’t they,” Abs said.
“Yeah a couple of fourth years are, working on the psychological aspects, I’m looking at the physical changes that Adepts undergo. Hence the hoped to get a dead one to work on.”
“Arh, right,” Tina said.
* * * * * *
Nibs walked and found Paula rolling up a blunt and asked, “Who would I see about installing two RX26D Hard drive swap bays as I have two drives with information I want available to me and who ever?”
“Simon,” Paula replied, “generally if you need anything changing or fixing see maintenance.”
“Ok, thanks,” Nibs responded and turned to walk away.
“Nibs, may I say you handled the ice breaker incredibly well,” Paula said.
“Thank you,” responded Nibs with a smile “I guess you’ve been told about us?”
“Yes, as in the groups makeup?” Paula replied.
“Yes,” replied Nibs and re-lit the blunt she was carrying.
“Nicole and Jane both said that you are a woman of many talents, I was wondering what some were?” Paula asked.
“Other than being an Adept, I’m fluent in all levels of Jarrzarian, Rujunivan, Rudeashean, Spinnayan, Ne-U-Baian, Deebian, South Attican, I can also write in them. I understand humans and how they will generally react to various stimuli. I’m also a master of armed and unarmed street fighting.”
“Yeah, a woman of many talents,” Paula said.
“I also have an eidetic memory for conversations,” Nibs said and said as Sandra walked over, “Yes hun I wish we had brought the drums.”
“What did you just say,” Paula exclaimed.
“Sandra said she had wished we had loaded our Rudeashean drums,” Nibs said.
“How, I didn’t hear Sandra say anything.”
“The Vixens can communicate telepathically between partners, me and Sandra have a link to Wong, Jum, each other, Blackie and Pixie,” Nibs replied and smiled at Daraus who was at Sandra’s heel.
“Each pairing, can communicate on the that level,” Sandra said, “and before you ask, we have no idea how come.”
* * * * * *
Ithian and Hell Bright both walked outside and found Amy, Paul and Liz. Abs, Tina, Karen and Adam had walked to some bench seats.
Ithian and Hell Bright both sat down and smiled at Liz. Ithian then asked, “What is it like to have actually arrived Amy?”
“Exhilarating would be the best answer,” Amy replied, “How many times you been here Ithian?”
“This will be my second time here and again I am teaching Line Walkers how to be Line Walkers.”
“Yeah, but it’s fun though,” Hell Bright said.
“I never said it wasn’t,” Ithian said, as a group of five males and one female walked out and turned to were Tina, Abs, Karen and Adam were sitting.
Liz said, “The Second years.”
“Bad year?” Amy asked.
“Not exactly, just that the five guys, over there, all come from a very red neck area of South Sea Metro,” Liz replied.
* * * * * *
“Watcha Adam,” Liddenham said.
“Hi ya,” Adam said, “You guys met the new first years yet.”
“No, we ain’t,” Sytimme(Syt-immed) said.
“Yeah, meet Tina and Abs,” Karen said.
“Hi, Tina, Abs,” Sytimme said.
“Hi to you as well,” Tina said.
Nibs then walked out and headed for the table and said in her normal male voice, “Hi Tina, Abs, this seat taken?”
“No Nibs, it’s not,” said Tina and Nibs sat down.
“Hi Nibs, as in the person from earlier,” Hans asked.
“Yes,” replied Nibs and looked out over the back area.
The area was dominated by a massive lake and down the left hand side were apartment blocks and small houses. The mixed forest that surrounded the Academy stretched down to the lake side.
Hans looked at Nibs and said, “Can I ask, are you a man or a woman?”
Nibs looked at him and laughed, “To answer that, ask your self this, what do I look like, a man or a woman, now and ask your self the same at the Reception ball.”
“Ok, I would say woman, but your voice and the shadow say male.”
“To be accurate I am Trans,” Nibs said.
“As am I,” said Tina.
“No your not you’re a woman,” Hans said.
“No I was born a man and have the cock to prove it.”
“Well as you were selected to attend here must mean you are elite and therefore should be permitted the same respect as the other members are shown,” Gretta said, “and that is what we will show you Nibs, Tina. Ain’t that right boys.”
“Yes Gretta,” the five men said.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Gretta and since they joined us, I’ve become their unofficial mistress,” Gretta said, “they are all highly intelligent but they prefer there own company than the company of others, I on the other hand like to socialise and dragged them out to meet the new first years.”
“Since they joined us?” Sandra asked as Nibs had also picked up on the same bit.
“Yes, last year was interesting. Most of the year arrived over the vacation week. And in the end we only had seven, as a group of four had declaimed the offer of attending, so at least four alternatives had to be found, they had a group ready, but the problem was finding then, as they had disappeared off the face of the planet, so to speak. They were all enjoying a hunting trip in the Harkdarn Forest, and didn’t arrive back in South Sea Metroplex until half way through the first week and didn’t actually meet us until the field trip to Echo Tech City the first Savraday,” Gretta said, “but other than being very closed socially, they are as a hard working group as you could find. One of then has four lower Degrees and is very close to getting his first mid level degree.”
“That’s very good,” responded Nibs.
“Yeah it is,” Karen said, “Me, I have three lower degrees and one mid level, a lot of it is how much work you do on the qualifications, I know my subjects inside out, Hans ain’t it Gretta.”
“Yeah,” Gretta replied.
“Knows the surface work really but his knowledge base is massive,” Karen then said.
“That’s a good point which room is our common room,” Sandra asked.
“The one that looks empty, it was the old year five, Thomas and group,” Adam said, “I heard just after they left here they headed for Suraban to assist in the final battle of the Wacker War.”
“They did,” Nibs said, “they were working along side us during the final battle.”
“My god,” Gretta responded, “How much combat experience do you guys have then.”
“My experience ain’t much,” Nibs replied.
“No, mine is I must have close on 50 gang related operations, at least 30 are actual combat missions, close on fifty policing actions against various mostly unlisted gangs,” Sandra replied.
“So that was why you were almost never in school,” Nibs said.
“Bloody hell, most of us when we come here have 15 maybe 20 ghost operations behind us, you say Gang related operations, what do you mean?” Karen asked.
“Gangrel Street Gang, and don’t get it confused with the Gangrel Gang. I’ll explain why in a bit. The Gangrel Street Gang provide specialist services to other gangs in Suraban. Try getting group of youths to be good at all the specialisms you need to have on a field of battle. This is where we come in, The Gangrel Street gang provide those specialisms to the other gangs. We work very much like a mercenary force in that the Gangs do pay us a fee and cover our ammunition expenditure.” Sandra said, “and to explain the Gangrel Street Gang and the Gangrel Gang. They are the same, but two very distinct elements of the same force, the Gangrel Gang deals with the running of the youth feeder units and the Young Gangrels, even these are kept separate, but that’s due more to age. The Young Gangrels go from just born to 13, when a youth turns 14 he is inducted into the either the Gangrel Street Section or the Gangrel Gang itself. The Gangrel gang knows about the conspiracy as they are told very soon after passing out of basic training. The Gangrel Street don’t due to environment we operate in, more than anything else.”
“Oh,” Gretta replied.
Liddenham then said, “With that, how come you guys were involved in a major conspiracy battle.”
“The best answer to that is to say Nibs introduced us to Richard C as he was a friend of Nibs before we asked her to join the Vixens,” Sandra said, “when we got the Narizzan Inc mission, Nibs took us through the research and other related work we needed to do to make sure the mission was a success.”
“Oh,” Hans replied, “how did you come by those skills Nibs?”
“By being an independent security consultant. I broke into people’s homes and then I offered to upgrade the system using what was there and stuff you could get from any general electrical hardware stores,” Nibs replied, “Damien Cameron employed me to do that. After my upgrade was finished and tested by a couple of his ghost friends, he offered to take me on as a researcher for the current op. Richard was a part of the team and we became very good friends.”
“So how do you see yourself fitting in within the general Conspiracy?” Sytimme asked.
“As a security specialist,” Nibs replied, “but also as a partner of the activities and jobs my partner does.”
“Oh, so very much as a jack of many trades then,” Gretta said.
“Yes, but specialising in cracking security systems & breaking and entering.”
“How about you Sandra?” Sytimme asked.
“Me,” Sandra replied, “Very much as someone good at the social graces and espionage work, but also someone who supports my partner in what ever she does.”
“Oh,” responded Hans, “So how many of the Year do you know?”
“All of them, nearly all are members of the Gangrels, only Hell Bright, Ren, Jum, and Wong weren’t members until last weekend,” Sandra replied, “Hell Bright and Ren we met on Nibs 18th birthday party at Club Millana which was the last Fight Night before the Wacker War started. Jum and Wong, via Net Cam again that day, but physically about a week later when they bumped into us whilst we were helping Damien with a ghost operation.”
Richard then came out and took a deep breath of fresh air and walked to where Nibs, Sandra and the other’s were sitting. Richard said, “Hi Gretta, Hans.”
Gretta replied, “Hi Richard, so can I take it you too are going to be spending some time here teaching us?”
“Yes, teaching and supporting,” Richard said, “along with Nicole, Jane and Ithian over there.”
“Bloody hell,” said Hans, “So the rumour mill is true then, that they have quit their jobs as board members.”
“Yes, along with Paul, whom will be joining us next year, more than likely along with the Hunters,” Richard said, “you get to meet the Hunters at the Reception Ball.”
“What?” Gretta said, “The Hunters will be at the Ball and also coming here?”
“Yes,” replied Richard, “Over the last few weeks the Hunters like the Vixens have shown themselves to be a group of people worthy of being here, in more ways than one. Like the Vixens most of them have abilities that mark them out as different from the rest of the population. Sym like Hell Bright and Amy is learning how to become a Line Walker. At least four of the membership are planning on becoming Tattooed fighters and have their first tattoos in that respect, and will very likely be facing off against a vampire cell along with other elite forces from Suraban. We also massively increased our Suraban operations forces as well, thanks to Nibs and the Vixens.”
“When you get chance watch the Fight Night of the 8th Ebinar,” Nibs said, “the last fight of the main card, the seven way partner fight, both Clare and Abbey from that fight are members of the Hunters and are planning on becoming Tattooed fighters,” Sandra said.
“I saw that evening,” replied Gretta, “Your kidding, Clare and Abbey from that fight are members of the Hunters!”
“Yes,” replied Nibs.
“Hell, they were bloody good,” Goram replied, “they proved it on a couple of occasions that they were experts.”
“This is one of the traits that mark us out as different to the rest of the population, our ability to partner fight,” Nibs said.
“I think the next few years are going to be fun I think,” said Gretta.
“I think you could be right,” responded Goram.
“And I think beyond that,” said Sandra.
* * * * * *
At 05:50AN Paula came out and said, “Ladies and gents of the Academy, in ten minutes dinner is served.”
Blackie thought said to Nibs, “Most of us, want to spend a few hours exploring and so we will depart and see you later.”
Nibs thought replied back, “Have each one tell their partners and I don’t see why not.”
Nibs looked around at the fairies and saw most of the partners looked as if they were having the same or similar chat with everyone.
Everyone stood up and made there way inside and followed Paula through a door and down a long corridor which had a few doors in and also the hung on the walls were more paintings and other pictures of artwork. Paula led them up a set of spiral stairs to the ground floor and then through a door and into the large dining room.
The dining room was a good 50ft square and had 14 large round tables each had 12 place settings for at least a three course meal. The walls like the rest of the public areas had paintings and pictures on the walls. In the south wall was two double doors which led to the kitchen. In the east wall was the door everyone had entered by and in the north wall was another door. Down the west wall was three ten foot wide floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the grounds to some of the other blocks and buildings.
When everyone was in and sat down, Paula then stood and said to everyone gathered, “This day marks the start of the new year here at the Academy and this day we welcome the new year one. I think we all hope they have a fun five years here and then go on to have even more fun in the wide world combating the Evils.”
Everyone then said, “Welcome to the Academy Year One.”
Out of the left set of double doors came four gents and three women all pushing serving trolleys. A few minutes later everyone was the first course and a drink and were tucking into the meal.
* * * * * *
An hour later, after dinner, the Vixens had walked back to their accommodation common room as most of the rest of the Academy had headed back to the main common room.
As the Vixen’s left Nibs said to Paula, “Let us settle in and we will probably come back and chill later, the flight down and then the flight here was long and I think we need to find our feet first and sort out who’s sleeping where.”
“Good point,” Paula replied, “Your Academy PDUs are on the side beside the main door.”
“Thank you,” replied Sandra and followed Nibs and the rest of the Vixens back the same route they had come, but rather than staying in the common room they headed up the spiral staircase to the ground floor and then back to the accommodation block.
When Nibs, who came in last, had closed the door she said, “We have arrived.”
“Like hell we have arrived,” Jum said.
“Lets sort out who wants what room,” said Wong.
“We’ll take those two,” replied Sandra and pointed to the pair of doors on th left of the main area.
Paul then said, “We’ll take those two,” and indicated the two opposite the main door in.
“Right then we’ll take those two,” said Jum and he pointed to the two doors on the first floor above Sandra and Nibs’ pair.
Ren then looked at Hell Bright and said, “We’ll take those two then and pointed to the two doors on the first floor above Paul’s and Amy’s pair.
“It’s a toss up then between us lot then,” Abs said looking at Angel and Damieel.
“No it’s not, we’ll take the upstairs rooms,” said Damieel.
“Good that’s sorted then,” said Nibs and she picked up her rucksack and took it into her’s and Sandra’s pair of rooms. Nibs then took out her Tablet and laptop and found two power sockets beside the computer and plugged them both in. Nibs then walked to the wardrobes and opened the right hand one of the pair. Nibs found a good few items of clothes, nearly all of them were of the Goth scene.
Sandra then walked through the interconnecting door and said, “I’m impressed, they have thought of everything, enough clothes for a good two weeks, and most of them Gothic in style and colours.”
“I know hun,” replied Nibs. Nibs then walked towards the bed and bounced on it to check the feel and said, “Nice comfortable bed.”
“That’s good, because tonight hun, I’m going to have some fun.”
“Mm,” responded Nibs looking sheepish.
Tina looked in through the door and said, “You two want a drink? Some one left us some Cabilla in a fridge under the drink’s making table.”
“Yeah,” replied Sandra, “I hope they have a good supply of it as I know for a fact we drink a lot.”
Both Nibs and Sandra walked out and saw a screen had been dropped and a digital projector was showing Digital News, which was reporting a terrorist attack in the city of Ellibar in Darklein, the reports were of 14 killed and 23 civilians and eight local security personal injured.
“Any one claimed responsibility yet?” Nibs asked.
“No,” replied Paul, “The World President has said that the atrocities committed in the furtherment of unacceptable goals should be looked upon as crimes against the population of Darra Von.”
“Turn the sound up,” said Abs as the Commander of the Local Echo Tech Security forces walked to the microphone set up in front of the Darklein President’s Palace.
Paul picked up the remote and pointed it at the projector and the sound rose to an acceptable level,
“Local Echo Tech security personal where injured the suicide car bombing of one of the local markets today. We at Echo Tech take the injuring of our personal very seriously and we will be providing all the resources needed by the local security forces in the hunt for the terrorist cell that carried out this bombing and other cells that we suspect are operating in and around the cities.”
“When will Darklein learn they are only having problems because of the way they control the people. Massive unemployment, checkpoints. They keep all the money they make in mining the mountains and spend none of it on the people other than the corporates that own the mining companies,” Ren said, “dad said the best way of Darklein becoming one of the more powerful countries in world is to make sure the people have food and shelter.”
“I think we had better keep ourselves up to date on these matters, as they may have bearing on thing’s related to the Conspiracy,” said Sandra.
“Damn true,” said Angel and passed Sandra the blunt she had been smoking.
“Angel, Damieel,” said Nibs, “what god did you support?”
“The god Fur-Darm,” Angel replied, “a minor god in the Pathernons of Darra Von.”
“And the Devil Lord, Chit-tar again a minorish Devil Lord,” Damieel replied, “but because of the freak chance that both of us would be born to the same mum and then get put in a religious boarding school. Yeah right we want to go back to being our separate angel and demon. I love being Damieel.”
“And I love I love being Angel.” The pair smiled at Nibs.
“Another question for you two,” said Amy, “me and Hell Bright researched Fallen Angels, Risen Demons for Ithian. He suspected a pair where close by. How much of the legends and other information is true?”
“As you guessed Amy, Hell Bright a lot of it is fiction in the way it is written, but a lot of the under lying aspects of the articles are true as to our powers and abilities. We know when someone is checking auras and we can shield and change our aura to what ever we want,” Angel said, then Damieel said, “we could have the same auras as you Nibs, or you Ren. Timothy and his partner Harrki checked everyone’s auras yesterday evening. He wet his pants when he realised that he was looking at people who knew how to control and were controlling the powers, he knows we both shielded ourselves from him.”
“The wings you both have, are they real or are they just for show?” Hell Bright asked.
“They are very real, again because we both control 50% of the other, we hide them from all, and again with true sight you can see them, but no we can fly with them.”
“Why are you here with us, having fun that’s one answer and I doubt it’s the real one,” Paul asked.
“My Devil lord had been in negotiations with the Char-metal dragon and if the Char-metal is freed he will rule Darra Von for all times, he will also use the magick of Darra Von to spread his Evil and War to other dimensions. My lord had pledge his entire demon legions to the Char-metal so he could have a force to match the armies of the Evils. It was over this I disagreed and I fell from faith. We have seen the evil that is the Char-metal and it is the truest sense of Evil. Pure and utterly determined to kill the god and goddess of the planet and therefore effectively destroy Darra Von. As those of the Paygan faith would see things.”
“We are immortal, if our bodies are killed and destroyed we will seek new just dead bodies and return to the fight. That will keep happening until I return to faith. We can never leave the human realm whilst I no longer support Chit-tar or any Devil Lord,” Angel said, “That is the reason we are here now, the Devil half of me has left the faith of Chit-tar and will never return, I would have probably come down to help in the war that is coming anyway, but with the Devil half rising, I’m here for the duration.”
“We may know everything, but Amy put it perfectly when she said, ‘she loves the learning process’. So do we.”
“I think we all do Angel,” said Nibs, “that’s the reason we are here ain’t it, to learn and become what fate has destined for us to become.”
“Yes,” responded Sandra, “very true.”
* * * * * *
“Gretta,” Hans said as they sat in their common room.
“Yes Hans,” replied Gretta looking up from the novel she was reading.
The common room was 60ft across and was in the shape of an octagon in the middle was the seating most of year 2 preferred large bean bags, they ranged in size from the big, a good five foot diameter ones to the more normal sitting sized bags the walls were covered in loads of diagrams and a few posters from the cities and Metros they had been to on operation. Also along the walls were Year 2’s Computers and tablet recharge bays.
“The Year One’s what is your first impressions of them?” Hans asked.
“That is a difficult question to answer as we have only just met them,” Gretta replied.
“Yeah, and the amount of combat experience is impressive, even if it is against other gangs,” Goram replied, “and if they were on the front lines during the final battle I bet good odds they were also involved in other operations during the war.”
Ali walked in from the main common area and walked to her tablet and took it out of the recharge bay and then smiled at Gretta, who smiled back and went back to reading.
Ali then walked out side and was stopped by Adam who said, “Tomorrow we find out who the primary is for the next operation, this should be interesting though especially with the new year ones.”
“In lots of ways,” Ali replied.
“You read the latest updates on them?”
“No the last update I read was a just after the final mission in the Wacker War. Why?”
“The latest is that three pairings are married and it looks like a fourth are heading towards getting married.”
“Married!” Adam exclaimed.
“Yeah they are,” said Jane, “me, Nicole, and Richard were all at the wedding at Gangrel command.”
“Bloody hell,” Adam said, “I would never had said they were married, partners or lovers yes, but not married.”
Oliver walked over and asked, “I heard you exclaim about people being married Adam, who’s married.”
“Six of the year ones,” replied Ali.
“They ain’t old enough to be married,” Oliver said.
“They are,” Jane replied.
“Then who’s married to whom?” Adam asked.
“Nibs to Sandra, Paul to Amy, and Abs to Tina,” replied Jane.
“What about the rest of them then?” asked Adam.
“Jum and Wong are I think planning their marriage to be a traditional Jarrzarian ceremony presided over by Nibs. Hell Bright and Ren are brother and sister, and I have never found a closer brother and sister team, and lastly Angel and Damieel,” Jane replied.
* * * * * *
“Ok, Nicole,” Tammeria said whilst the pair were sat outside, “I’m planning on making provisional email contact this week at some point, so how are you wanting to run this double cross, as I want in on the raids against any Sec Com personal.”
“How much do they know about the operation?” Nicole said.
“Before the wedding on Sumdar, I already had forged and handed in the necessary documents to say that the mission I was about to start was a deep cover operation. It also said that my designated controller was Thomas, a friend from the same year as me.”
“Good, as the transmitter for you is at this moment in North Suraban running with Gavin and the Pen, so if we leave you there for a little while and then bring to Echo Tech City. So that it looks as if you are slowly intergrating yourself within the organisation.” Nicole said.
“Excellent,” replied Tammeria, “but how long before I can take this out.”
“We can book a Scan at the main Conspiracy medical facility next weekend and then give the surgeons a couple of weeks to plan and prepare for the operation and then it’s a simple matter of being sedated and locally anneshisied and then removing it,” Nicole said, “and as you and Gavin were in the same year and the surgeons that did his will be doing yours. Simple job for them. You should be able to attend the start of the Academy Reception Ball have the operation on Savraday during the day and be back at the Ball by the evening.”
“That will be good, the next job finding some thing that will hide the skin,” Tammeria said, “The one problem of the Skin Weave, the grey colour it leaves your skin.”
“I’ve been looking at your problem and I think with Amy and Hell Bright’s help I may be able to do something about that,” a gent standing 5’10” tall and dressed in flowing dark green and red robes.
“Arh Ithian,” said Nicole and the said after looking Ithian up and down, “very smart.”
“Thank you Nicole,” replied Ithian, “I prefer this to the trousers and tops we wear normally. These look a little weird walking down the street.”
“True they would,” Tammeria said.
“Tammeria meet Ithian our resident expert in all things magickal and occult.”
“Oh you’re the gent I saw with Hell Bright and Amy just before dinner?” said Tammeria.
“Yes I was,” Ithian replied, “I’m also teaching both of them to control the forces needed to do things like this,” and Ithian created a small fire ball in the palm of his hand.
Tammeria stared in shock at it, “Is it real?” Tammeria asked questionally.
“Yes, very much so,” Ithian replied, “Put your hand near it, the magic used to create this also protects me from the heat being produced.”
“What is that spell?” Nicole asked.
“This one, Chain of Fire Balls,” Ithian replied, “I can create a ten foot long line of the same size fire balls and as long as I have one held in my hand I can make it do what every I want it to.”
Tammeria then moved her hand near to the ball of fire and when her hand was about three foot away, she said, “That is very hot, I can feel the heat being produced here.”
“I invented this one about 30 years ago when I needed similar to contain an ice demon on the world I was visiting. I was forced to kill it, I would have preferred to have contained it and then sent it home, it had scared a few of the locals and they had asked that the group of friends I was with at the time hunt it down and kill it.”
“The more I see of the forces arrayed here and within the Conspiracy itself, Sec Com could field five times the forces and they wouldn’t stand a chance, but against the evils I do wonder what we hope to achieve.”
“What we hope to achieve is containment more than anything else. People and agents close to the Evils and also to Sec Com, you said you wanted in when we hit Sec Com sites,” Nicole said, “be certain that those site’s aren’t sites owned by a conspiracy agent. Paula told me that you were looking into Sec Com especially those close to the commander, Commander Sinc.”
“Yes I am,” replied Tammeria, “I’m going to feed his precious Sec Com to the Mass Media, piece by piece.” Tammeria then took a sip from the mug she was holding and turned to look down the length of the lake.
“One of those five high up’s you have is a deep cover agent working for us,” Nicole said, “I personally signed the orders sending him in, and all those he buys as slaves from the various slave markets we know of, are immediately freed and most work for him, but some do depart and most that do re-join the ranks of the slaves but as observation agents for us.”
“Oh,” Tammeria said, “Why haven’t you moved against them before now.”
“The reason is Commander Sinc knows the locations of four of the twelve Magickal seals that seal the Char-metal Dragon’s prison and we will when we know he is moving to break them, but until then again we contain Sec Com’s power and operations.”
“Arh, so I shouldn’t be to hasty to jump to conclusions. You seen to know a lot about the Char-metal Dragon,”
“Yes,” Nicole replied, “How much do you know of the Conspiracy’s history specifically surrounding the prophecy?”
“Nothing, this is the first time I’ve heard about it.”
“Right,” said Nicole, “Let me fill in the blanks. Roughly 300 years ago, 12 people, which include me, Jane, Richard, Paul Delimetry, and Kev Marks had a waking dream. It showed us the coming of a force powerful enough to send the evils packing but also when you looked closer you saw the twelve seals holding the prison of the Char-metal shut. This planet’s ultimate Evil, from the history stored here and in the other Conspiracy Library sites, we learnt about the Tiranna faith. Richard, who had spent ten years at a remote temple dedicate to the Tiranna, filled in the blanks concerning the Char-metal. When Richard left the Temple and became a missionary he had flawlessly copied the entire Tiranna faith texts onto proper parchment. He then gave the scrolls to the Jarrzar national Museum with the instructions that when anyone showing a Conspiracy Identification wants to view and research them they can. They are still owned by Richard’s estate.”
“Right,” Tammeria responded.
“But back to the dream. Three of the seals are broken. We think broken by it’s essences since it was sealed inside. We know Sinc has been in contact with something otherwise he would not have been able to gather the Black Elf forces he had ready when we launched the last battle of the Wacker War,” Nicole said, “the dream didn’t show what the force would look like or what race it was, or generally anything other than it would lay waste to the Evils.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah,” replied Nicole, “The dream also gave us certain abilities, one is none of the twelve age at all. We have the ability to what we call ghost and go to other dimensions, we are totally unable to touch or interact with the dimension but it is great when on a fact finding mission. The third major ability is to physically travel to a dimension we have visited as Ghosts. The one draw back, it is physically very draining on us and requires a long period of preparation before hand and when we have arrived we can just about do the basic simple things for a similar time period.”
“Oh,” Tammeria replied, “that’s not so good.”
“No, but, it has provided us with a massive wealth of resources, the Powered Armour used in the final battle of the Wacker War, were reversed engineered from samples we brought back from those explorations. The technology we use in the Black Light, is tech we’ve brought back from missions. We have a fully working Scimitar class Space frigate capable of travelling between star systems because we were able to ask the designers for help in fixing one that had crash landed in the jungles on South Aticca. We are also hoping to send students from here to one of the Consortium of Civilized Worlds universities for an exchange trip. Our ballistic technology is loved on a few planets and also in a couple of dimensions. Especially the MA series.”
“Mm. Ok,” Tammeria said.
“They are more than capable of taking supernatural creatures down and also threaten the more advanced military and similar vehicles. Some of the reports coming from Suraban is that there was a running street fight between fast moving vehicles and most of the ones being chased were packing MA280s and similar weapons.”
“Your kidding,” Tammeria said, “Do they know who was responsible for that, they’re must have been some collateral damage, injured and dead civilians?”
“Two minor injuries due to flying fragments after one crashed and it exploded. We know exactly who was responsible for the destruction of the vehicles, the Gangrel Hunters. They stirred up a hornets nest in local gangs the Darabar just gone,” Nicole said, “four academy FAVs each one is armed with a MA280 on the main gunners mount and a MA260 ISW on the passenger’s seat, and each has 2000rounds of ammo. They are also fully equipped with the latest in smart gun software and full stabilization , once it has locked a target it will only fire when the weapon is over the target. Hunter Alpha’s FAV has a MA290 instead of the 280 and I think Sniper’s has a particle cannon.”
“Weaouch,” Tammeria said.
“We take our responsibility to the native population very seriously indeed Tammeria. To give you example, Sandra and Paul’s mum and dad, Ben and Leigh Patterson, both known to Jane as they all ran with the Gangrels, specifically the same unit, the original Bitch Vixens. They were killed when a tunnel Conspiracy forces were having a running fire fight in, I think they were fighting a group of Kittani and Blind Warrior woman who were operating a slaver site, collapsed. Other Conspiracy groups kicked in and sorted out making sure both Sandra and Paul were placed at a good school and that the house was in their names.”
“I made sure that they were both ok, but I think they both have forgotten the meeting, I am a Pa-Da to both of them,” said Jane and offered Tammeria the pipe she had just loaded.
“As I’m I,” said Nicole.
“I think a lot of people if they knew about the work you people do, would say, why?”
“Because we can Tammeria, because we can,” Nicole said.
* * * * * *
Adam asked Liz who was laying on the bench press, in their common room, about to bench press 100lbs. Adam was standing over her helping with the weight bar, “So what do you think of the new Year ones?”
“Very down to earth I would say, I don’t think much phases Nibs or Sandra.”
“But their love, it’s total.”
“I know,” Liz replied, “I’ve not seen love to that level before, mind you I think a lot of year one have that love for their partners.”
Ge-lee walked over and said, “I chatted with Jum and Wong when they arrived, and they are close. What about the other pairings through?”
“Nibs and Sandra are one,” Adam said, “Tina and Abs are another, Amy and Paul, Jum and Wong, Hell Bright and Ren and Angel and Damieel are the last pair.”
* * * * * *
Jackson was stood beside the drinks making facilities, preparing himself a coffee when Boris walked over and asked, “You brought the new first years here, what’s your opinion of them?”
“Mine, not got one,” replied Jackson, “I was in the driver’s seat the whole journey. Which don’t help when making judgements on people. They seem a very down to earth group.”
“Ok, only time will tell then.”
“Yeah, pretty much so,” Jackson said, “Boris who was working on reverse engineering the Starfire?”
“Jonny I think,” replied Boris, “Harry would know.”
“Ok, thanks.” Jackson after picking up his coffee turned and looked across the room and saw stood beside the door to the staff common room Fran Two Stars. Jackson walked across the room and said, “Hi, surprised you weren’t here for the arrival of the new year one’s.”
“I know, but Hotel Alpha found an injured Ebba Deer on the main road and brought it back, I’ve spent most of the after noon sorting out it’s injury and also checking the animal for other injuries.”
“How is the animal?” Jackson asked.
“Fine, I’ve splinted the leg and it won’t be running around for a while, but it’s in the compound and safe, so it will be able to get well and then return to the forest.”
* * * * * *
Around 9 in the evening the windows on the first level of the accommodation block were showing the dipping sun. Stood on the first floor was Nibs and Sandra, Nibs was leaning up against the wall where the floor to ceiling window was, she was holding Sandra around the waist. The pair were looking out down the right hand side of the lake and over the forest as the rolling hills took it into the distance, just visible were some of the snow capped peaks of the Low Back Mountains.
As the pair were looking out Daraus padded over and sat at the pair’s heels and like them he too looked out.
Nibs spotted a fast moving object hurtling towards the surface of the lake then the object took to the air carrying a fish in it’s talons. “You see the Lake Hawk take the fish love?”
“I did, the scenery here is beautiful, I doubt scenery like this will be here in a few years.”
“I doubt it very much as well,” said Daraus, “I have a feeling that the battle for Darra Von will be very nasty with a lot of casualties and a lot of damage down to the environment.”
“I hope not,” responded Nibs.
Then a knock came from the door. Amy who was closest opened it and saw Tammeria standing outside. Tammeria asked, “I hope I’m not disturbing?”
“No,” replied Amy and Nibs from the first floor.
“Hi Nibs,” responded Tammeria and walked in. Tammeria closed the door and walked around the common room and was about to climb the spiral stairs to the first floor.
When Nibs said, “stay there Tammeria, I want a drink anyway.”
“Ok,” replied Tammeria and moved to the sofa’s in the middle.
Wong came out of the bathroom and said, “Hi again Tammeria.”
“Hi Wong.”
Nibs, Sandra and Daraus came down to the ground floor. Sandra walked to the sofas and sat beside Tammeria whilst Nibs made some drinks.
Amy asked Tammeria, “When did you get here as we saw you on the Moroth after the wedding and then you disappeared?”
“On Ulleam,” Tammeria replied, “I was smuggled out of Suraban on Torbar, just in case Sec Com had people watching the two entrances.”
“How much you seen of the place?” Nibs asked as she was waiting for the kettle to boil.
“Not much really, Paula suggested rather than doing the tour twice I join you lot when you have yours tomorrow. As I’m here as support staff and as it is a college I think I may spend some time getting a few long overdue qualifications.”
“Yeah,” Paul said as he walked out of his and Amy’s rooms, “In what?”
“Bio-Chemistry for one, and also a couple of other qualifications I’ve wanted, like becoming a diving instructor and also a parachute instructor, along with a few other qualifications.”
“What’s your opinion of the other years?” Sandra asked.
“Most of the students were on Vacation and didn’t get back until yesterday. Some of the second and fourth years were around and they don’t seem to bad. It looks like the Red Necks like you though which is good.”
“From what I was able to gather,” said Tina as she walked out of her’s and Abs’ rooms wearing a bath robe and a towel around her head, “I think they came from a Red Neck area, but grew up on this side of the streets rather than the religious indoctonation side.”
“What have you been doing Nibs? We parted company a good three and a half years ago,” Tammeria asked.
“A lot of travelling,” Nibs replied, I spent a good two years travelling around four different countries, spent about half a year in each of them. Then three quarters of a year in Ne-U-Bar and then came to Suraban. How about you?”
“About three days after you and your parents left, Sec Com came asking for volunteers and I got volunteered, didn’t I,” Tammeria replied and took the cup Nibs handed her as Nibs moved around the sofa and sat beside Sandra. “I wasn’t suppose to look into how I became a member, but my curiosity got the better of me. It looks like one of the teachers at the school suggested that they take a look at me and I end up a Sec Com Agent. I don’t think the teacher had any idea that the guy she was talking to about me was an agent. I think that’s how they work, as teachers and other people in responsibility and see who they suggest and then give them no choice about joining.”
“What is Sec Com like?” Amy asked, “I’ve heard stories about them, but other than the final battle in the Wacker War. You’re the first person from Sec Com I think any of us have met.”
Amy’s comment got a few nods of agreement, only Jum, and Wong didn’t.
“Sec Com is divided up into four separate groups, Combat, Security, Intelligence, and Tech. Each year the group that’s selected is trained in all aspects of Sec Com’s work for the first six months. Then you get selected to join a specific department and only then do they start to modify the bodies with cybernetics and bionics with group dependent equipment. Up until then they’ve already laced your bones with a Tibirra composite, given your muscles an improvement by coating each in a memory metal, and also installed cybernetic eyes and a small computer.”
“Bloody hell,” said Wong, “I did wonder what they did to the people.”
“That’s nothing, that’s the base everyone gets, then at six months of the year long course you go for the phase two implants, the group specific ones. Combat group, which I was selected to join. Oh yeah, you get no choices in the matter of what group you join, if the commander likes you, then you join his group, I don’t know what happens if two or more people like you. These are the implants I got, reconstruction of both arms, limited reconstruction of my legs, sub-dermal armour plating three six inch claws which extend from both hands. I also have an adaptation that allows me to fix to either or both arms a weapons rig. My back is also fitted with plugs for a man-mount rig for the heavy weapons.”
“You said yes to that lot?” Tina asked.
“No,” Tammeria replied, “the training they give you is suppose to make you model agents, yes sir, no sir people, well that and the tech we get to play with. The one problem they didn’t see in me was my independent streak, I rebelled against the brainwashing and made sure that I questioned things in my own head. You don’t get a choice in Sec Com, you get told to do something, you go and do it. They expect you to follow the book in most matters. That’s why the guy’s you killed didn’t back down Jum, Wong, the book says, ‘No Sec Com Agent every leaves his or her post, and as those two were making sure their charge wasn’t arrested and deported.”
“They came at us,” Wong said.
“Most normal people with the upgrading we have would have thought we have just been kicked and forced back, these guys are powerful, lets not go head to head with them,” Tammeria said, “That’s what Combat, Tech or Intelligence would have done, left the charge and dealt with him else where, but as they both were from Security, brains are optional, they decided to fight you.”
“And got killed in the process,” Jum replied.
“A question for you Tammeria,” said Hell Bright from the first floor. Hell Bright then walked down the spiral staircase and asked, “The White skinned ones we faced in the last battle, who are they?”
“Them,” Tammeria replied, “they were either members of the elite, Alpha force or they were members of the command council. Twelve including Commander Sinc of the best, two members from each group and the head of each group. Commander Sinc commands the intelligence group and his two underlings Drack and Goldie are masters of subterfuge and espionage work. Commander Sinc is an expert when it comes to analysing intelligence.”
Tammeria then took a gulp from her mug and said, “Back to you Nibs. What the hell have you been doing?”
“Yeah,” replied Wong, “Other than the adventures with Tammeria and Cubbadar, what other things did you do, any other friends who may pop up?”
“Ok, Wong, Tammeria,” Nibs replied, “This could take a while.”
“Ok,” responded Sandra, “Who else did you make friends with?”
“Ok guys,” Nibs said, then took a gulp of Chai and placed it down on the table. Nibs then started, “Other than Tammeria, and even you should remember Osukilm.”
“Yeah, don’t I half,” responded Tammeria, “He was a character if ever I saw one.”
“I bet he still works out of that corner shop he had,” Nibs said, “As my main friend is here now, I’ll leave Rujuniva. Where did I go next?” Nibs asked herself, “Deebina Metro, East Bay Borough, very nice neighbourhood for those corporate types that want a quiet life,” said Nibs using a local accent. “No, me and Freddic there you have one hell of a partnership, who’s older brother actually introduced me to the ghost world. He was in his last year at high school and had already been offered a place on two individual teams of ghosts. It was when me, Losnum and Freddic went to a local youth hang out, I met the Black fairy, she was a poster on the wall advertising a local comic aimed at youths around our age. The comic described the adventures of a young girl who through a genetic experiment gained a pair of black wings. The other thing was her motto, ‘Fun loving, but evil’.”
“Your motto,” said Angel who was stood on the first floor sat on the chairs they brought from their rooms.
“Bingo Angel, my motto,” responded Nibs and then took another gulp of chai and got her tin out and rolled a blunt when she had lit it she continued, “After that we moved to Spinnaya, this is where I learnt my survival skills and had my first brush with death.”
“Your kidding?” Tammeria said, “No, I’m not Tammeria. Let me explain, again here I made friends with Greetza from the same year, I think I was in the 2nd year High. The guy who taught me and Greetza how to survive in the wastes and forests was the guy who worked the security checkpoint for the private estate were mum and dad lived, being travelling trouble shooters has it’s perks, good pay, nice housing. The brush with death was when the three of us were spending a long weekend up north, Nimbo had spent five hours driving us to the area, then the plan was to spend the weekend living off the land, using only the natural environment, we hunted with bows. Me and Greetza were out stalking an Elk, when a Spinnayan Ridgehead bit me in the leg. I screamed, the Elk bolted, but both Greetza and Nimbo both found me quickly. Thankfully Greetza saw the snake before it made it’s escape and Nimbo had one vial of anti-venom. It was not good, I could feel my left leg going numb and I also slipped into and out of conscious a few times, from what Greetza said after.”
“Shit me!” Tammeria exclaimed, “A Spinnayan Ridgehead, you are one lucky person. Not many people walk away from a bite from one of those. They are a water snake, but all along the high north and the north polar ice caps you find various types of Ridgeheads.”
“I do wonder if my adept abilities helped as well, as it bit me on the Savraday around lunchtime, I was back on my feet and out of bed by Sumdar dinner time.”
“More than likely,” Tina said, “Abs is also listening, but she’s soaking in a hot bath.”
Sandra called, “Hi Abs.”
“She say’s hi back,” Tina replied, “That’s a good point where are the fairies?”
“Out basking in the local mana energy the House is built right on a ley line and a think thirty metres in front of the main door is the top few feet of the Pyramid that controls the Super Nexus,” Hell Bright replied, Vitanna said they are also looking for the local fairy community. I know Amy has felt the amount of power we can draw has gone up massively.”
“Yeah I know,” Amy replied.
“Anyway,” Nibs said, “Can I get back to telling you about the people I’ve met.”
“Yeah, sorry Nibs,” Hell Bright said.
“Where was I.”
“You had been bitten by a Spinnayan Ridgehead.”
“Oh yes. Yes, by the time we had arrived back at home it was as if nothing had happened, my doctor lived only a couple of houses away and did catch me, a few days later and asked how I was. He told me Nimbo had told him about the snake bite. I told him I was feeling quite alright. A few weeks later we were out in a local forest this time we had food with us, a tree snake dropped on me and hissed right in my ear and I freaked totally, hyperventilating, sweat was pouring from me Nimbo who was second in line said he had never seen anything like my reaction. Ever since I don’t like snakes.”
“How did you cope then in science and at Misty’s?” Paul asked.
“By using a breathing and meditative technique I learnt when I was studying Mauya. Which was also the time Cubbadar taught me how to play Rudeashean Drums, he also taught me Mauya. I can be quite close to a captive snake, as long as the containment is secure. The second one escapes or I see a wild one, I freak.”
“Have you tried to combat it?” Ren asked as he came down the spiral staircase.
“Yes, using every method under the sun from the introducing slowly to hypnosis, nothing works. The one at Misty’s did freak me a bit, but it was in it’s home, and with the breathing exercises I was able to control it. As I said Cubbadar was next friend I met and made, the man is amazing, nothing phases him at all. I swear on a couple of occasions he knew what I was planning and the joke ended up on me.”
“I grew out the practical jokes just after I left Rudeash,” Nibs said and emptied her mug and placed in on the table.
Paul and Tammeria got up and headed for the drinks making facility’s.
Nibs continued, “From Rudeash I we travelled to South Attica and mum was based in the Southern Cape City, but dad had to roam around all the cities. South Attica was where I got my second experience of the Ghost world, Matt someone I knew from the local electronics store I used introduced me to a another couple of regulars, two guys straight from the annuals of the Ghost world. Two very stocky broad shoulder guys, but with a gentle caring side. They both contacted ahead of me when I told them I was going to Ne-U-Bar, a ghost lady, it would be the best description of her, met me by dropping a letter into my pocket as we passed, she bump me to tell me she had done something. The letter was an introduction letter telling me that the two ghosts I had known had contacted her. Those were some of the most interesting 18 months I’ve had, she taught me the nuneaise of the Ghost combat forms or Lappellr. It was through her I became one of the off line backup sites for the ghost and black net forums and news pages. From Ne-U-Bar I come to Suraban.”
“That is one hell of a world tour,” Tammeria said, “I can now see why you are so good with languages.”
“Thank you Tammeria,” responded Nibs, “remember though, I learn about everything, not just the language but the culture, the people and the religions native to the place. The second I hear a language I know my brain clicks into that country’s mode and it’s natural.”
“Who out of everyone whom you have met, would you want to see again?” Wong asked.
“This may surprise some people, but the one person I would want to see again is the Language 101 teacher from Rudeash, she looked down at everyone in the class. Well she did until the last day I was in her class,” Nibs smiled a happy smile as she remembered the obsenities that she had made the teacher translate.
“What did you do to her?” Jum asked, “because I know that smile Nibs.”
“Oh I made her look very small. The last five minutes I stood and told her to shut the fuck up in Rudeashian, she stared at me as if to say, what did you just say, I said it again and also told her to translate what I said next, I them spent three minutes rolling obsentities off my tongue and I end it by saying those who look down upon something should watch out for fist coming the other way. Then the bell went and I disappeared. A friend grabbed my bag as he left the class and as the class left I said something in Rudeashian and right on cue they class laughed at it.”
“You evil little bint,” Sandra said.
“All the class knew about the laugh at my departing words, it was a genuine joke, and a lot of the locals got the joke and joined in. No one had any idea about the last five minutes though, that was all me getting my own back.”
Amy then yarned and looked at the clock hanging from the first floor. “Hell it’s early and I’m tired already.”
“I know,” said Jum, “I’m thinking about getting some sleep as well.”
“Well then as we had all better be awake for the tour tomorrow, I think we all could do with some sleep,” Sandra suggested.
Most of the friends nodded agreements to the suggestion and tidied away the dirty cups and other items and generally made sure it looked tidy.
As Nibs was about to walked through the door to hers and Sandra’s room she turned and said to Tammeria, “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” responded Tammeria, “Welcome to the Academy Nibs.” Tammeria them walked through the door and closed it behind her.
Nibs then got dragged into the bedroom by Sandra who had a few ideas for fun.
* * * * * *
Just as the three friends lay in bed, Sandra and Nibs smoking the last blunt of the evening Sandra said, “I think Year One has gained a thirteenth member.”
“I think you could be right, love,” responded Nibs, “I love you Sandra.” Nibs then put the blunt down and then turned so she could gave Sandra a kiss on the lip and then the pair with Daraus laying at their feet snuggled down to sleep.
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I hope everyone enjoys this the first chapter of the final version before final editing.
Let me now introduce Nibola Calton or as she prefers to be called Nibs or the Blackfairy. The story starts on the few days before the final exams of High School.
The Making of Nibs — Volume 1:The Beginnings
Chapter 1
Sat in the living room of Damien Cameron’s home in Suraban were Timaus, Damien and K-Dog.
Timaus thought about the fact he was about to suggest the one person he thought would be the best Academy student he had found since he had graduated 37 years ago. He placed his mug of coffee down asking, “Do you think I should put Nicholas Calton forward for selection to the Academy of the Street?”
Damien stood, he walked to the window and said as he went, “Yeah, the work he did for us on the Tecbos Publishing raid was excellent. If that is a sample of the work Nicholas has the ability to do, then yes. The only issue is how will he react to the truth about what is happening here?”
K Dog looked at Damien and then Timaus, after a pause he said, “I think Nicholas will excel in the environment as long as we give him the training he needs to defend himself. He may be fit but how strong is he and what are his fighting skills like?”
“Those I have an idea on already, they are not bad. He uses short staves as his preferred close combat weapon,” Timaus said.
“With that, I would not have a problem seconding your choice then,” K Dog replied before taking a mouthful of coffee.
“Right then I will send the netmail to the Selection Committee and let them know to start the observation of Nicholas.”
*****
“You know selection for next years Academy intake is coming up in the near future Gaz?” Sarah said as she leaned back into her leather office chair.
She sat behind a four by one and a half metre desk, in the front left hand corner was a 27” Liquid Plasma Display Monitor. Rotating on the screen was a wolf’s head encircled by the words ‘The Gangrel Gang - Let us be victorious by any means’. In front of the screen were a wireless keyboard and mouse. Sat on the opposite side of the desk was her PDU which was sat in its charger.
The LED on the top was green which indicated it was on the net waiting for Sarah to need it.
“Yes I do. Are you thinking of forwarding a Gangrel Street Gang Unit or something?” Gaz replied while he went about sorting out coffees for himself and Sarah.
Sarah replied as she sat forward, “Yes.”
She lent forward reaching for the keyboard and mouse. She brought up the unit rosters of all the Gangrel Street Gang Units, scrolling to the line entry for the Bitch Vixens. She pressed the return key and the screen displayed the database entry for the Bitch Vixens. Listed on the screen were all the operations the unit had completed since it joined the ranks of the Gangrels some 25 years ago. She scrolled down and stopped when the screen displayed the operations of the unit for the last four years.
“Which unit you planning to forward to the Selection Committee then?” Gaz asked as he walked to one of the three leather chairs in front of the desk.
“The Bitch Vixens,” she replied taking the mug of coffee Gaz put on the desk.
Gaz smiled and nodded his head in an approving way. “Good choice. But are they ready to join the ranks of The Conspiracy, especially with what happened to Paul and Sandra’s mum and dad?” he asked with a you sure about it tone to his voice.
“I think so. I think they will take the truth in their stride when they know the complete picture of what’s happening here.”
*****
14th Juwar Frodar 19:30.
Nick walked down the stairs from the first floor of his family’s home, which was located in Central District. The two storey building was built on one of the standard patterns. Three bedrooms, one bathroom on the first floor, one large living room that ran from the front to the back of the house, one kitchen and one dining room. Located on the left hand side of the house was a two car garage. One of the family’s two cars was parked in front of the closed garage doors; it belonged to his mother, who was sat at the computer in the living room. His father was out on site sorting the last bits and pieces of the latest contract. He knew his mum and dad were heading to South Sea Metro and a security upgrade of a Bastal Technologies Production site there. With being a three major student he had been given a scholarship by the MegaCorporation C.Industries to attend one of the leading colleges that had electronics and computer courses.
At this point he was not sure if he wanted to go. The scholarship would lead him to a well paid job as either a computer programmer or an electronics engineer. During his time in Suraban he had not been idle with the school work the corporate run high school threw at the students. He had been busy in a sideline business of upgrading residential security systems. Rather than install a brand new system that the thieves would more than likely know, he upgraded the system already present. He knew instinctively that when a thief came looking for targets they would hit the houses with a security system they knew. His ideas and plans revolved around presenting thieves with systems that he had no idea how to break. With Damien Cameron’s upgrade he had overlapped improved movement sensors.
The first set of sensors activated a second set, these pointed at right angles to the first, and it was this set that actually fired the alarm. It had been that overlap and the detection improvement that had stopped K-Dog and Cutters, two Street Ghosts, Damien had asked to test the system. It was that job and the month he spent researching the boring and dull stuff for Cameron’s Raiders that had been the most enjoyable time he spent in Suraban. The research work included information on corporate finances, bios for the main people on the corporate site the team was hitting. Timaus had upgraded his Associate listing to one of a full Street Ghost. It included a proviso that he should be treated as an associate until he was 18; his birthday was only a few weeks away now, when he was legally allowed to move out and become an independent person.
Nick walked towards the front door and realised that his posture was one of being depressed, which it should not be. The exams were finished; he was going to a party to celebrate the fact. He was wearing a feminine crop top cum sport’s bra and a pair of high leg knickers under his outer clothes. As he passed the coat hooks beside the door he called to his mum, “I am off out to the party I told you about. Do not expect me home until sometime tomorrow.” He made the conscious effort to straightening his slouch and afterward he felt much better. He was happy at the fact school had finished.
He thought, ‘Payback is going to be a real bitch,’ his thought tones were ones of being evil as now the school could not do a thing to stop him breaking the bones of the main bullies. This was the main reason for the depression, the bullying from the footbaal team.
“Ok hun. Have fun tonight, and do not get drunk,” his mum responded, turning from the work on finalizing the report to the board of ATDS.
He thought, ‘Jacket or no jacket? Jacket.’
He opened the front door and a few steps down the path, leading from the house to the road, he turned to look back. He thought, ‘I think this weekend will be the start of something new and a lot of fun. I wonder why Paul and Sandra invited me to the party? They know I have nothing that even comes close to the clothes they wear.’ He started the short walk to the bus-stop, heading for South Central 6 Plaza Bus Station.
*****
Sat in a living room were four young people, three women and one man all dressed in black baggies and various dark tops and t-shirts. All of the tops had logos of popular bands famous on the rock scene or the traditional wolf’s head of the Gangrels Gang. They were smoking pure cambar cigarettes and drinking large glasses of cabilla, a dark coloured, fizzy soft drink.
The living room was roughly eight metres wide by nine metres long. The front of the room was a split kitchenette with a breakfast-cum-eating area sticking out into the room. On the far wall was a computer area, beside which was an open fire place with small flames licking around a couple of pieces of pallet wood. Sat beside the fire was a pile of more wood and in front of the fire place were a couple of arm chairs. The man sat in the armchair closest to the main seating area. The three women were sat around the coffee table with Sandra sitting on one of the sofas and Tina and Abs both sitting on a pile of bean bags.
“Sandra?” Paul asked and turned to look at Sandra.
“Yes Paul?” Sandra replied turning to look at him, her shoulder length dark red hair shifting for the shoulder it had been on.
“Do you think Nick will come tonight?”
“I hope so; I think tonight he will find out that he has a lot more friends than he thought he had.” Sandra thought, ‘I do hope you come Nick, please come, even if you are not the person I think you are, I want to show you a good time before you leave Suraban.’
“So how are we going to make sure he knows where to come?”Abs asked looking at her bringing her back to the conversation.
“I sent him a netmail with the local area map, but we all know what SRa87663 is like, and that is where you two come in, Tina, Abs.”Sandra said and nodded at Tina and Abs. She took a drag from her cambar cigarette. “He said he would be arriving at the pub around 20:30 and with where he lives I would say at about 20:20 he’s going to be getting off the bus from Central district. Basically you two meet him somewhere near the bus-station and escort him to the pub.”
Tina took a mouthful from the glass and after placing it back on the coffee table said, “What makes you so sure he will come tonight; he has always lived the corporate life. What makes you think he is going to want to stay and live on this side of the street?”
“Gut instinct,” Sandra replied.
The front door opened and in walked a group of five, three women and two men, all of them looking and acting in a happy mood.
Abs called, “Hi Darla, Angel, Damieel. Oh hi Mike, Wayne, how’s things with you two?”
“Better,” Wayne replied as he took off his leather jacket and went to hang it up in the corridor. “Mike told his father about me and was pleasantly surprised, were you not Mike?”
“Yeah, he is ok with it as long as I do not flaunt it around him, which I do not as I spend more time at the South Central Sharks Home-base than I do at home. Oh thanks for the invite,” Mike said and handed his jacket to Wayne.
“Hey your welcome man,” Tina replied and she sounded and looked really happy. “You still not signed on the dotted line then?”
Mike moved into the main room and sat on one of the sofas. “No, I am waiting for a couple of months, until I am 18, before I make the jump. Let me just say dad is not likely to understand my choice this time. At the first Gathering following my 18th birthday Wayne is going to introduce me.”
Wayne walked back in and Sandra looked at the pair and saw the love of partners in their eyes, she smiled at the fact two good friends of hers were going to spend the rest of their lives together.
“You will enjoy the thirteen weeks at command. Basic Training it is an adventure all of its own,” said Wayne as he sat on Mike’s lap and took out two cambar cigarettes.
“We should be heading to the pub now, remember Tom is coming and we said we would meet him at the pub along with a few others,” said Paul standing up so he could collect his jacket and holster rig.
Sandra, Abs and Tina all followed him so they too could collect their jackets and holster rigs.
*****
Nick turned on to SRb780065 and headed for the bus-stop that would take him to South Central 6 Plaza.
On both sides of the road where single evenly spaced holes in the pavement from which grew either Sweet Fudam or Mardoshan trees. The houses that lined the road on both sides looked the same as the one Nick had just left. Some had cars sat outside the garages, other homes had garden furniture, some had flowers in small beds around the edge of the lawns. His home had nothing like that as he had only arrived ten months earlier from Ne-U-Bar.
He had enjoyed the time he had spent in Ne-U-Bar, especially the time he had spent with Uthura learning the combat form of Lappellr. That and the training he had had from Cubbadar and Sensei Hume meant he could survive fights and hand the attackers their arses rather than have them hand him his. It would have come as a shock to all of the bullies in the school that he was more than capable of handling more than one attacker at once. He also understood it would not look very good if he had broken some bones, as the school thought the sun shone out of the footbaal team’s arses. This was due massively to the time he had spent with Wong-Ma and Jum-Fu in Teabban. That period in his life was the best, those two had been brilliant friends and the training Sensei Hume had provided them had given him a founding in not only the martial arts but the world of street fighting. He fought the honourable combat; one on one, no holds barred street fighting, that’s until more than one fighter got involved, then the velvet gloves he would have been fighting in would come off and creator help the attackers. He knew that he was more than capable of ramming his fist right through a human, but he controlled his massive strength through martial arts discipline.
Since arriving in Suraban he started to noticed that his hearing, sight and sense of smell were also improving. He was capable of seeing detail in objects at a far greater distance than anyone else, hear sounds everyone missed or didn’t know was happening. He was also definitely reacting faster than nearly everyone including some professional Street Ghosts and they had modifications like Boosted Reflexes.
As he walked up the road to the bus stop he carried his jacket over his shoulder. His face was one big smile, he was very happy at the adventures and the people he had met over his 18 years. The sun was warm and the sky was a light blue, off to the east the sky was getting a little darker as evening drew on. He reached the bus-stop which was a short distance down SRb654435 from where it joined the street on which his home was located. He had walked this street every school day he had been in Suraban heading for the High School. On the opposite side of the street were large 9 to 20 apartment buildings, each had a main exit and a path that ran to the back areas.
Waiting at the bus-stop were two women, both of them wore smart clothes and looked like they were heading home after a day in the office. The bus-stop was one that had had a cover and a three line information board hanging from the roof. He looked up at the sign which was indicating the arrival times for the next three buses. After looking down the list, the last item displayed was the bus he wanted. The arrival time indicated it was due in five minutes. ‘I think tonight will be fun, and who knows,’ he thought and a subtle smile grew on his lips at this thought.
He watched the two women standing under the bus shelter and saw that they both looked like they had just finished work for the week and were looking forward to the weekend off. The second one in the queue saw the bus she wanted and moved out from under the shelter so she could stick her hand out. The bus slowed and stopped, the doors opened allowing her on, she paid the bus driver the cost of the ticket she needed and the doors closed.
A couple of minutes later Nick saw the single deck bus he wanted and he too moved from under the shelter and stuck his right hand out. The driver slowed and stopped the bus almost in front of him. The compressed air hissed as the system forced it into the door opening mechanism; the doors open to allow both Nick and a second man, who had just arrived, to board.
Nick dropped the two decks for the ticket into the hopper; the machine buzzed and the ticket appeared from the slot in the side. He took the ticket and moved down the bus to a free pair of seats where he sat so he could look out of the window.
The bus was one of the standard designs with 54 seats, space for 12 people to stand or six people standing and two wheel chairs. The inside of the bus was painted the same colour as the outside, a light midnight blue. On the curve of the roof coming down to meet the windows were various posters advertising local shops, services and special offers the bus company had on offer.
He took out his digital player’s wireless headphones and stuck them into his ears. The player followed and he pressed the play button. He pressed the forward button until 'To Lover's Heaven Giths Go' by Dark Legion started. He knew that he would have to go and see Dark Legion play; he had never been to a MegaBand Gig, and Dark Legion was one of those, one of the biggest MegaBands.
At the front of the bus on the boarding behind the driver was the route the bus took, he counted the number of stops before the bus-station and saw that he had 25 stops. The bus first went north and at the border of North Central District it turned south and the stop Nick wanted was South Central 6 Plaza Bus-station.
As the bus drove its route he looked out of the window at the houses, office blocks, and the various corporate run shops and boutiques. He thought, 'Is tonight the start of a new page in my life. Will I be in control of my life or will things over take me? Who knows, but I bet it will be fun finding out.’
*****
In a darkened alley near the bus-station exit stood Abs and Tina, they both stood waiting for the bus carrying Nick to arrive at the bus station.
Abs took out her mobile and saw the time was 20:18. After putting it away she dropped her Coltanar 2-6 Machine Pistol and checked the magazine and the breech. “It should be here soon.”
“Good,” Tina said, who was making a point of having her jacket slightly open and the bulge under her armpit as obvious as she could make it to those who looked at the pair.
As the bus from Central Main bus-station turned into the entrance Tina said, “There it is.”
Abs looked at the bus and her vision easily picked out Nick stood at the front of the bus. ‘What the hell,’ she thought, 'that's way too much detail.' She saw the wireless earphones Nick was wearing.
She heard Tina zip the zip up a bit more and Tina shifted her Theaban 44 Heavy Automatic so it was less obvious.
Tina smiled at her life partner Abs as they watched the passengers exit the bus station.
*****
As the bus approached South Central 6 Plaza Bus-Station Nick stood, pressing the bell to indicate someone wanted to get off at the next stop. He said, “Thanks mate,” to the bus driver and the driver closed the door pulling away heading for the exit and its next stop. Stood on the pavement beside the bus stop he took out his PDU and checked the map Sandra, one of his only friends in the high school, had sent him in a netmail earlier in the week.
She was known as a Gangrel in school as she wore black or dark coloured clothes and lighter than normal makeup. She also wore contrasting dark and rich colours, mainly reds, blues and violets. This surprised him as around the rest of the world he had seen people who dressed in the same way call themselves Giths.
He pressed the stop button on his Digital Player and removed the earphones as he walked out of the passenger exit and turned down SRa87663. The street was lined with small shops belonging to small companies and sole traders trying to survive against the massive buying and selling power of the Corporations. Every so often a shop frontage was boarded up against squatters and the like who used the empty shops as drug dens, brothels or squats.
The road and pavements on both sides of the street were dirty and unkempt. Sticking up through the tarmac and the pavements were various trees. From what Nick could see Attarbar, Common Brattiss and Zurbark Oaks were most numerous but other trees and bushes also appeared. The pavement and road itself were filled with pot holes and worn tarmac. A couple of beaten up old cars drove past him heading down the road to the main road. More old and beaten up cars were parked on the side of the road, some had people leaning up against them, he guessed they were selling drugs or black market items.
The contrast between the two districts hit him hard; he had seen slums in other cities, but never this close to the main governmental district. The bus ride down from the north of Central District, through various Corporate Enclaves that existed through out 20%, if not more, of the city. As the bus had approached the borders the difference in the condition of the housing slowly changed from being pristine on the enclaves to more run down and dilapidated.
As Nick walked towards the main road he neither looked at the people nor did he spend time wondering about them. His senses were at a very much heightened level, as he wanted to be able to react to a threat before it became a problem. His plan, should it happen, was to stop, face the problem and stare the person down, using his clenched fists as a sign that he was ready to fight.
Tina looked at Nick and how he held himself, thinking, ‘I wonder about Nick’s upbringing. He looks like he knows how to fight. Interesting, I wonder what else we don’t know about you Nick. I think Sandra’s idea of inviting you to join us may pan out better than we initially thought.’
Fifty metres down the road Nick bumped into two girls he had seen hanging around with Paul and Sandra. He looked at the pair and saw that the left one was wearing black baggies and a t-shirt with a wolf’s head on it coupled with the words ‘Gangrel Street Gang’. Over the top she was wearing a leather jacket, the zip just over a third of the way closed. Her face was oval in shape but she had friendly hazel eyes and a pleasant smile, her brown hair hung to about her shoulders.
She said, “Hi, I’m Tina and this is Abs. Sandra asked us to meet you. She is waiting at a local pub for a couple of other people to arrive.”
He heard a male sounding voice, not a female one as would the clothes and the pair of breasts would indicate. ‘Interesting,’ he thought.
Abs was wearing a similar pair of baggies, a Dark Legion top and, like Tina a leather jacket except Abs had two buttons done up. Her hair was matt black and platted all the way to her waist. They were both wearing a similar style pouch on their left hips.
As the three walked, Nick looked a little more closely at the pair. Even though they both were wearing leather jackets he swore they both had bulges just under their left arm pits. He also thought the right hand side had similar lumps.
*****
After walking and small talking with the pair they arrived at a set of stairs leading down to the basement of an old tenement block. The window frames were of toughened environment resistant plastic. The block still had all its windows intact and appeared to be being looked after by the inhabitants as the front door, which was up two steps, had a fresh coat of paint on it and the walls were white washed. The railings that protected the steps down had a fresh coat of paint and looked newish compared to the rest of area.
“Here we are,” said Tina turning down the steps heading into the basement.
Nick followed Abs down the ten concrete steps which led to the front door of the pub. The door was painted red and had a small window on each side. Tina opened the door, went in and Tina held the door open for both Abs and Nick to enter.
As Nick was coming through the door he saw Paul and Sandra sitting at one of the tables along with eight more people. Some he had seen hanging around with Paul and Sandra others not. The walls of the main tap room were lined with what looked like Oraka panels, but, from the neighbourhood, it was likely fake or laminated. The rest of the fixtures, which were made from natural wood, turned it from an underground bar into an old style pub of the mid 1900AM. The rest of the cliental looked like good people and most of them seemed to keep to themselves, chatting about life, loves and work.
The three walked towards the bar where Nick ordered a pint of Caferras; an alcoholic drink that originated from the country of Eban. Tina and Abs ordered a pint of Cabilla each.
Whilst Nick was standing at the bar he watched the barman pour the drinks and noticed that he looked happy to be serving customers. He thought he knew why. From the way the people who used the bar looked it wasn’t the normal reason at least I have a job and am earning a little money. It was one of more general happiness at being there; making sure friends and the customers had a good service.
The barman placed his Caferras on the bar. “Three decks, please.”
Nick handed the barman three deck coins, picked up the glass and turned to face the group he was meeting before going to the main party.
He saw Tom sitting with his friends from school and Tom was looking happy. Nick had heard he was the main target for the bullies since they had arrived at the school two years earlier. Tom had been, he wasn’t big in size, but Nick knew he had an intellect that few people realised.
After taking a mouthful of lager, Tom looked up happy at the fact Nick had been able to find the bar and had made it in one piece. He called, “Hey Nick.”
Nick approached the group carrying his glass, he looked around and saw a spare wooden chair nearby and grabbed it. He moved the chair so it was close to the group. He placed the glass down on the table and turned to face Tom.
“Hi Tom, good to see you here, at least I’m not the only person out of place. Anyway I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it?”
“No. I put my foot down and walked out. I needed a party to celebrate the last exam and not having to go back after I return my books, which I’ll do on Moroth.”
Paul looked at Nick and said, “Hello Nick, it’s good to see you made the party.”
“Yeah hi Nicki,” said Sandra, she turned to face Nick and her face wore a big smile, it included both her mouth and eyes. As Tina and Abs sat down, Sandra said, “Hi you two.”
Nick heard Sandra say, ‘Nicki’, but decided to make nothing of it, shrugging his shoulders. He then took the glass and drunk a mouthful.
“Hi Sandra,” both Abs and Tina responded.
by NickiUK
Chapter 1
Laying on a sofa asleep were Nibs, Sandra and Daraus, with them in the VIP lounge of Club Millana were Tina, Abs, Amy, Paul, Richard Chancer, Jaboc, Hell Bright and Ren. She rolled over and opened her eyes to look into the face of the one person who gave her life meaning. She realised her other partner was at her feet, curled up and not in the small blanket bed she had made last night. She swung her legs out and sat up lent forward and rested her head in her hands. ‘What a night last night was. I wonder how Metzza is.’
She felt Sandra shift behind her and she looked down at her to see her open her eyes. At this she smiled at Sandra who returned the smile and she gave her a light kiss on the lips.
“Did you enjoy your birthday my sweet?”
“I did love the only thing that would have made it better would have been having my adoptive mum and dad here too,” she replied. She smiled at spending, this, the most important birthday of her life with her closest friends, she even got to see her other two best friends. “But they are very straight and with some ideas very closed minded, I doubt they would understand my life choices.”
Sandra sat up beside her and the moving of the blankets woke Daraus.
Nibs looked at the clock above the bar and saw the time was only 06:50BN.
“Don’t you want to know about your birth family?”
“In a word no,” she said in a matter of fact way. “They decided to put me up for adoption and haven’t tried to contact me since. They must have there reasons for that, and if they do ever get in contact it’s at that point I will ask them why, and anyway I need a coffee.” She stood up, picked up Daraus’ bowl and tip-toed through the sleeping bodies. The staff member who had manned the bar was asleep on a roll mat in front of the bar itself. She lifted the hatch and pushed open the front.
She heard the staff member move and she looked back and saw his eyes were just about open. “Coffee?” she asked him.
He nodded ‘yes please’ at her.
The bar area was a metre and a half wide and under the bar were lots of glasses. Above the bar area were bottles and other drinks. Behind the bar at the farthest end was the kettle and the sink she was looking for. She filled the kettle and switched it on. As the kettle was boiling she went hunting for cups, coffee, sugar, mily and a spoon. She found the cups and took three. Just after finding the cups she found the rest of the drinks making items she was looking for and got them ready. She ran some water into the Daraus’ bowl and took it to him. He soon had his tongue lapping at the water. She crossed back across the lounge and poured the now boiling water into the three cups and stirred them.
When she offered the staff member his coffee he took it and placed it on the ground beside him. She carried the remaining two cups across the room and gave one to Sandra.
Sandra took it and sipped at the hot coffee.
She sat down beside her and placed the cup on the table. She took out her tin and loaded her patar and smoked that. She lent back and was joined by Sandra as she also placed her cup on the table.
“When Jaboc told us you were adopted, I began to wonder about what your real parents were like and if they would like the person you’ve become,” said Sandra as Jaboc rolled off the sofa he had stretched out on.
Jaboc woke with a start and quickly looked around the room and then he sat up and shook his head as he realized what had happened.
The way Jaboc had acted then made her quietly chuckle. “Good morning Jaboc,” she said.
“Oh, good morning ladies,” responded Jaboc whilst turning to see where the voices had come from. “Did you enjoy yourselves last night, I must apologise for the incident, but at least the outcome was satisfactory.”
“Yes thanks,” she replied.
Jaboc stood up and walked towards the bar.
Sandra lent in and whispered in her ear, “I think I know what blue aura means. Hell Bright is producing a really powerful blue aura very similar to the one Amy is producing. Ren is producing a mid yellow aura. I wonder if he even knows he’s different. Hell Bright’s is controlled, Ren’s isn’t.”
Paul stretched and as he brought his arms back he hit Amy who was asleep beside him. He sat up after making sure the blanket didn’t uncover her. He looked around and when he saw Nibs and Sandra he smiled at them.
Daraus then padded towards where Tina and Abs were asleep in each other’s arms and gave then both a sloppy kiss as a wake up call. They both coughed and spluttered at this. Daraus then walked to each person asleep and gave each a sloppy kiss before returning to where Nibs and Sandra were sat.
Nibs lent forward and picked up her cup and sat back. She sipped it and blew air over the surface to cool it. Jaboc walked out and saw everyone walking up and he placed his cup down and headed back behind the bar. The switch for the kettle was switched on and he took his cup and had a sip. The staff member stood up and he headed behind the bar to give Jaboc a helping hand.
Ten minutes later everyone had a hot coffee in their hands.
Richard walked over to where she was sitting, he sat beside her and Sandra, and said, “Your Naj Blades I said I wanted to have a chat with you about them, can I have a look at one?”
“Yeah,” she replied and took one from its scabbard and handed it to Richard.
“If what I think is right then these are at least 10,000 years old and may have either been cast by the Chrometal Dragon, the creator of the Tiranna Martial Arts, or the Tiranna Martial Arts Grand Master.” Richard opened the hilt and looked at the inscriptions. “Red partnered with the gold, green with silver, black with bronze, blue with brass, white with copper, and the last one,” said Richard quietly. He took out a small hand held unit, similar to her PDU. He placed the blade across his lap and used the stylus to open NetViewer. The PDU loaded a page from what she could see off a net server. She looked at the path and it was one she had never seen before. “Yeah, this was the only one I couldn’t identify at ring side but it is, this it the rune symbol for the Chrometal dragon. Only a very few of these were every made and all of them are Greatest Rune weapons. They are very powerful weapons. I wish I could help in working out what their abilities are, I’m not sure if I know of, yes I do, Sharra would be a good person to talk to about trying to work them out.”
She nodded as Richard reattached the hilt.
“From what I saw in the ring last night, you had the makings of a Tiranna Master. I think a brief history lesson on the Tiranna.”
“Ladies and gents as you are guests of Club Millana may I suggest we head for the canteen and breakfast.”
Sandra and her both stood up and was joined by Richard who handed the short stave back to her. She re-attached it to its holder and followed everyone out of the VIP lounge.
Outside Richard continued, “The Tiranna Martial Arts have been around for countless millennium and use to have a school dedicated to each of the ten dragons. Five were metallic and five were Chromatic, and out of the ten schools a grand master was chosen and became apprenticed to the previous, until the previous died and the student became the master. Around 10,000 years ago the then Grand Master died and his female student became the Grand Master, she took an apprentice and began to teach her the arts of the Tiranna.” He put emphasis on the word, ‘her’. “Her student was the metamorphosed Chrometal and made three pairs of Naj Blades. The Grand master had one set, the student had a second set and the third disappeared. That’s as much as I know from my own research into it and lessons from my master.”
“Ok, thanks.” She had the look of, ‘This is going to be interesting to look into’.
“Do you know the provincing of them?”
“No, you’re the second person to ask me. Darla bought them as my birthday present. I would ask her.”
“Thanks I will.”
After walking for a few minutes through the corridors, Jaboc led them down a ramp that she worked out would lead them in the basement of the house. The corridor opened in to a very large room with twenty pairs of long tables, with each table was a pair of benches and between each set was a good three metre gap. Along the far wall was a barriered off area behind which was rack upon rack of what looked like food, breakfast food.
“The Canteen here is self service, free to staff and guests and damn excellent,” said Richard as Jaboc led the group into the run.
She took one of the trays and asked Richard, “How much can we take?”
“As much as is required,” replied Jaboc as he stood on the other side. He pulled Richard back and whispered something into his ear. Her hearing easily picked it up, “Reports from a couple of people are Wacker Inc are up to something, they are parading a very large body of corporate security and their military.”
Richard stopped and looked wide eyed at him. “Back in a bit,” said Richard and he disappeared after handing Jaboc his tray. Jaboc took the tray and moved in behind the pair.
“How’s Metzza?” she asked.
“He is ok, sleeping off the fight, from what the doctors say, he’s not happy at all. Surabon saw him first thing, he just looked at his sleeping body and left with his students, two of Metzza’s friends stayed with him all night the others were put up in the guest quarters. The doctors will check him over this morning and then release him.”
Ren led the friends to one of the tables and they sat down. A couple of staff members, both were wearing the same coloured tops as her, turned and said, “Nice fight.”
She looked at them in surprise and said, “Thanks.” She sat with Sandra sitting beside her and Daraus who was under the table. She placed a plate with a couple of sausages on and her water bowl beside her. By the time she had retrieved her hand the sausages had gone and Daraus was lapping at the water.
A couple of minutes later Richard returned and her PDU started to vibrate and play Delta Ray by Vizza. She took it out and saw the number was phone number was Gary’s. She connected the call and said to him, “A bit early for you isn’t it?”
“And you. No Misty got us up, she heard that Wacker was up to something and me, Bee and her came down to their HQ to take a look.”
“Hang on I’ll put you on speaker.” She placed the PDU on the table and pressed the speaker button and said, “Your on Gary. What can you see?”
“Lots of Wacker security forces and also what I think is their military. They all look like they are wearing combat armour and they are look heavily armed.”
Misty’s voice came over the phone, “They have sand bag implacements around the parimeter of the Headquaters and there is a considerable amount of military vehicles and I think I’ve seen a couple of new looking CSMRs.”
Richard then said, “Describe them Misty?”
“About 9 maybe 10 metres tall what look like two gun ports on down each side of the chest and its left arm above the hand is what looks like a barrelled weapon of some kind.”
Richard looked at Jaboc as Misty was describing, what she knew to be quite new technology. To her the CSMRs were the pinacial of combat mobility and fire power. She knew from the specs of the few she had seen on Digital Systems News when they covered wars and military actions that they pack the equivalent of a medium tank’s firepower.
The group then heard a bellowed order, “Move to control the Zone. Move out.”
Bee’s voice was heard along with running footsteps, “Here they come.”
The last sound before Gary disconnected was a couple of bikes starting up.
Jaboc stood up and bellowed, “Listen up people, we are Ops level 1 as of now. Get this place ready to receive Street Ghost refugees and possibly battle casualties.”
Jaboc then turned and said “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would excuse me please.”
“Hell no, you want any helpers,” said Amy and Abs together.
“No your guests,” Jaboc said.
“No we not, we’re Street Ghosts and Gangrels first and foremost,” said Tina
“Hell yeah we are,” everyone then said.
As Jaboc turned and disappeared she thought through the various jobs that needed to be done before they could do anything in the Street Ghost arena. ‘Job one and the most important,’ she thought, ‘collect our equipment from Home-base.’ “Guy’s our first job is to collect our equipment from Home-base.”
“Feck me, yeah. Were not going to be much good, we only have our pistols with us,” said Abs.
She saw Ren go to say something and then he looked at Hell Bright as if questioning something. Then after a couple of seconds Ren’s eyes opened wide and his head moved in a way that she thought he must have agreed with something.
Tina asked Ren and Hell Bright, “You two not got any major jobs to do now Wacker are have declared war?”
“No, why?” asked Ren.
“You two want to join us on a run to ours so we can collect our equipment?”
Ren looked at Hell Bright and she signed something at him and he said, “Yeah, thanks. I’m not sure what it is about you lot but I feel as if I’ve known you for years and yet last night is the first time we’ve ever met you, other than in the middle of a takedown. Oh yeah, I think dad’s rather shocked at the weapon one of the twins carried on the take down.”
“Oh, you must be talking about Angel and that cannon she uses, the Trig 8. One thing Jaboc’s research wouldn’t have found out, she only uses solid rounds. She is very evil in combat, Damieel more so up close and personal.”
She noticed Richard gulped when Abs said the Trig 8. Even she thought, ‘using that weapon, 15mm solids. Ouch, that combination has been known to knock out truck engines.’
“Can we ask that you join us later on a combat patrol, we have a few friends that some local heavies are after, they might use the chaos to go and hurt them.”
Paul said, “No problem at all. I think I can safely say we count you both and you Richard as our friends, what do friends do.”
“Help each other.”
She smiled at the pair and noticed everyone else had a similar smile.
Ren then said, “Lets finish breakfast and go get your stuff.” Ren looked and sounded very happy.
“I don’t believe it sis,” Ren said with his mind to his sister.
“Same here bro,” thought replied Hell-bright. “I reckon this group and the people they arrived with are some of the most respecting groups of human kind I know of.”
When breakfast was finished the eight friends stood up. Richard joined them and said, “I’ll meet you in command in a couple of hours, you should be able to get back on the CWs but I wouldn’t reckon on returning that way.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t, I’ll use my PDU for the route back,” Nibs said. She and the rest of the friends followed Ren and Hell Bright out of the second of three sets of doors.
Richard headed out of the third set of doors and disappeared.
Ren led the friends through a large room over 20metres long. On both sides were lockers, lots of locker. Just after the lockers they entered a large open area, with a large empty rack to the left hand side. To the right was a large extension which sat behind a large dividing screen made of concrete and she thought some form of toughened glass. Behind which were racks of large cases. The people working behind the divide were busy preparing for something. Some looked like they were reloading magazines and others were carrying boxes of ammunition from somewhere behind what she could see.
Ren turned down a short corridor, she estimated easily tall enough to take vans and other similar sized vehicles. The corridor opened up into another large room easily 35 metres long. Around all the walls were work areas with wall mounted racks of tools similar to the workshop under Home Base. Slightly further down the right hand wall was a ramp down. She could see that further down the garage was a separate section which had four motor-bikes up on their stands. A gent was sat relaxing on a seat. He had a cap pulled down over his eyes, a second gent walked out of the corridor they had just left and crossed the garage towards the first gent. This one was carrying two insulated cups they both looked like they were steaming.
Ahead of the group were a couple of dune buggy style vehicles into one climbed Ren and Hell Bright. Ren said, “Up that ramp is the outside where your bikes are.”
The group continued and walked across the frontage towards the where the five bikes were parked. Daraus was at her heels and stopped when they arrived at the bikes. She looked down as Ren pulled up in the dune buggy. As she hadn’t heard the engine on the vehicle as it pulled up she listened very intently for a second and heard a very faint hum. ‘That sounds like the hum high voltage electric cables make.’ “Ren can Daraus ride with you, we have carrier but we left it at home base.”
“Ok, no problem,” responded Ren and called, “Daraus come here boy.”
Daraus padded over and jumped into the vehicle and then landed in the single seat between the rear wheels.
She climbed on and rammed the kick start down. The engine started and was joined by the rest of the group as they all headed for the main gate out.
Before they pulled away, Ren asked, “You lot got digital transmitters?”
“Yeah, we have, you want the frequency?” answered Tina.
“Yeah, thanks,” responded Ren.
Tina told the pair the frequency which Hell Bright typed into the radio and the group heard Ren say, “Can you guys hear me?”
“Yeah,” responded Tina, “Let’s roll.” The bikes slowed and the guards working the gate stopped them as a couple of vehicles cornered hard and drove up to the main club.
She over heard the guard talking to Ren and Hell Bright. “The first of many I think today. Where you heading to?”
“To get their stuff, they volunteered to help in the up coming battles,” replied Ren.
“No worries, chat soon,” responded the guard and the barrier lifted. Ren pulled out and turned right and the right again and drove down the north side of the club.
She asked over the communication system, “Ren, Hell Bright, Nibs. What’s the plan when we get back?”
“Chat to dad and Richard and then conduct a combat patrol into the area,” replied Ren as he slowed for the corner at the other end of the club grounds. He turned right again and pulled into the middle for the junction onto the CW6 which ran along the south side of the club.
Within thirty minutes the group was pulling off the CW9 and on the main road that the minor road on which Home Base was on.
The bikes and FAV, which was the official designation the vehicle Ren and Hell Bright were driving pulled up and everyone climbed off and headed for the garage.
Sandra and Nibs headed up the steps to the front door and the pair headed for the bedrooms of all three to gather a few items of clothing for each.
*****
Amy ran over the road to her home and burst through the front door, really happy. She knew she was lot happier then she had been over the past few months. She called, “Anyone in.” She ran up the stairs to her shared bedroom and grabbed her fingerless gloves the only item she owned which was a street scene fashion item. They had been bought by Julie-Ann, one of the nicer friends from her time at Rotork Academy. ‘I must get around to trying to ring those two again,’ she thought.
After she put her gloves on she also grabbed a few items of clothes, namely underwear and a second pair of light weight trousers and a couple of her favourite tops. From the desk, on which was the book she had taken out of the school library was her medication dispenser, that and the book ended up in the bag as well.
Her next stop was the bathroom and a second canister of her medication. She went down the stairs and quickly wrote a note to her dad and Bill explaining the situation and the fact the guys had volunteered to help. As she grabbed her jacket from the coat hooks she heard the back door opening and her dad come in.
“Thought you were working today?” she asked him as he appeared in the corridor.
“I am about to head to work now.”
“Hi and bye then dad,” she said. She waited for him to appear in the living room and said, “Something has come up and the rest of the guys have volunteered to help.”
“Ok,” responded Duggie.
“I’ve also been asked and I’ve said yes to joining the Gangrels.”
“Follow me then young lady. It is time I passed on to you something that has been mine for 4000 years.”
She looked at him with wide eyes. Duggie led her to the Shrine room behind his room. He opened the double doors of his shrine and reached into the back and took out the longest of the two Karrack blades. She stood in the doorway, not sure if she should come in
“Come here my daughter,” said Duggie as he turned around.
“Ok dad,” the tone in dad's voice was one of he meant for her to come rather than the please he would have normally used.
Duggie spoke in a voice not his own, but one still friendly and reassuring, “I as the last of the warrior monks from the Samutai Temple pass my legacy to my daughter so that she may become what fate has destined for her to become.” He then handed the master blade to her. She accepted it with the up most reverence and bowed a deep bow. Duggie returned the bow with a deeper one. He then turned back and removed the second paired blade and like the first he turned and spoke, “I as a Chiang-Ku dragon bestow upon my offspring the sword of my father and his father before that. Use it only when you need to, and always be ready to retreat. Not completing a mission is better than completing one and dying whilst extracting.”
Amy took the second sword and bowed very deeply to her father, who said, “It is not you who should be bowing to me, but I should be bowing to you my daughter. Enjoy your new life and your new friendships, for with friends comes responsibility.”
“I know dad that is the other piece of news I have I’ve fallen in love with Paul and he’s fallen in love with me.”
“Now that is great news, I’m so happy for you, I hereby give my consent for the two of you to get married when you feel the time is right, just invite me, Bill and the young ones to the wedding.”
“I will dad, bye, tell Bill I love him and hope to see him soon,” she said. The pair walked out of the shrine room and she grabbed her rucksack and fleece jacket from beside the door. She headed back across the street to Home Base.
She looked at the garage doors and saw that they looked closed. She headed up the steps to the front door and tried it, it opened and she called out, “anyone here?”
She heard Nibs’ voice call back, “Yeah in the bedrooms.” She walked towards the bedrooms and saw in the floor a trap door into the garage. Nibs walked out of her bedroom and Sandra walked out of the second door down the opposite side of the corridor.
Sandra said to the pair, “Got everything?”
“Yeah,” she answered.
Nibs nodded and dropped the two small rucksacks she was carrying down the trap door. She looked down and saw that Ren had caught them up and passed them towards the garage doors, he was standing at the bottom waiting for them to drop through.
“You first Amy,” said Nibs. “Just drop straight, Ren will catch you.”
She stepped off into mid air and dropped. As she dropped Ren held his arms up ready to catch and slow her drop. She stepped away and Sandra dropped next.
Tina walked out from behind the black screens and saw her standing there. Tina said, “Come here Amy.”
She followed Tina as she disappeared behind the sheeting again. She parted the sheeting and saw Tina was bent down and looked like she was dragging something from under the tables on which were growing trays and numerous plants. More plants where hung up along the furthest wall.
“Your Black Light Armour set. Take it and place it in the back of the van,” said Tina
*****
Abs opened the garage doors whilst Paul climbed into the driver’s seat and reversed the van so its back door was against the garage door, Abs pulled the door closed after Tina, Ren and Hell Bright had walked in.
Ren asked, “What do you want us to do?”
“Help us load the van, it’s our command and control centre,” she replied as she disappeared through the black sheeting. She parted the sheeting and took a case of 10mm loose standard ammunition out from under one of the tables. She gave it a push along the concrete floor and it disappeared under the sheeting.
Tina walked in and started to pull the Black Light Armour cases out and she pushed each one out into the main area.
She grabbed the next case in line which was a case on 10mm binary APEX rounds, these were in the magazine used in the MA series weapons, which she knew both Nibs and Sandra now used as their standard weapon. The next few cases under the tables were more loose ammunition for the pistols and other weapons they used. The last case contained the loose ammunition for her and Tina's weapons. These too were pushed across the floor. She walked out and headed for the armoury cupboards. She swiped her card and opened the locker doors; she removed from the cupboard her Echo 27 and laid it on the work bench. The next weapon out was Tina’s Coltanar 85 SAW and that too was laid on the bench. She looked at where Ren and Hell Bright were helping Paul load the ammunition into the van.
“Paul what do you want the M40 we brought back or your normal weapon?” she asked.
“M40 thanks Abs,” replied Paul.
She took out the M40 and the two MA260s and they were also laid on the bench, Hell Bright took the Echo 27 and the Coltanar and passed them to Paul.
A couple of bags were dropped from the trap door and Ren moved to catch them. Amy dropped through and Tina said after she came out of the growing area, “Come here Amy.”
Ren walked over to the bench and took the two MA260s, he said, “Where the hell did you get this type of gear and the Black Light.”
“It was Darla’s inheritance. From what we were told Ren, her mum and dad were both on an operation and disappeared four years ago. The Will was read a few weeks ago and Darla was the sole benificary of the estate which included a house with an Academy Armoury, workshop and lab in the Low Back Forest,” said Nibs as she dropped through and caught Sandra as she dropped through.
“Ok, that must mean Darla’s parents must have attended the Academy at some point in the past.”
She saw Nibs look at Ren as if to say, ‘You must be kidding?’
Ren shock his head, “The only way you would be allowed to have an Academy Armoury is if you had attended the Academy.”
“Ok,” said Nibs, “How long before we can leave for the club?”
“We only need to sort out Amy’s assault weapon and we are set,” she said as Amy walked out dragging a Black Light case Tina pushed the Tech Case out. “Amy come here, you need to choose your assault weapon.”
Amy walked over from dropping the case and the two swords she was carrying in the van. Amy looked at the various weapons present and she saw she had a face of, ‘help’.
“I wish we had time to go through all the different weapons, but,” she said.
Ren walked around the bench and said to her, “Let me Abs, I’m fully trained in Armoury duties and know pretty much every weapon on the market inside and out.”
“Ok, all yours then,” she said, “I may be the Bitch Vixens armourer, I know the weapons we use as standard.”
Ren nodded and took a D300 out and passed it to Amy, “This weapon is a D300 assault rifle, it is used by the military forces in Eban, Toshmand, and Sheedan, and a lot of security forces use it, it’s effective and hard wearing.”
Amy held it very tenativelly and said, “This is the first time, I’ve actually held anything like this.”
Paul came out of the van and headed for where the three were standing and said, “Not to worry, you have a lot of people willing to teach and help you.”
“Thanks. I guess theirs some basics I should know?” asked Amy.
“Yes and the first is that when ever you are passed a firearm, you should check to see if the safety catch is on,” she replied and pointed the safety catch out to Amy.
Amy smiled at her and said, “Ok.”
Nibs who was standing waiting said, “Right, Abs anything else to be loaded?”
She looked in the armoury and said, “No, I don’t think so.”
“If you find you do need anything the armoury will very likely have it, just ask for it.”
“Lets get that stowed and then I think we’re ready,” said Tina.
Amy handed Tina the D300 and she took it to the van and disappeared inside.
She slammed the doors of the armoury shut and made sure the bolts had fired and secured the doors.
When Tina had reappeared Nibs slid the garage door open and the group walked out.
Paul slammed the rear doors shut, walked up the side of the van and opened the passenger side door so he could climb in. Just as he was he said, “Can someone drive my motor-bike back to the club.”
“No problem,” replied Ren and walked to Paul’s motor-bike and caught the keys Paul threw at him.
Nibs climbed on to her bike and Sandra lifted Daraus to the carrier she was wearing. When Daraus’s head was out, she gave him a friendly rough of the head and neck. She saw Amy join Paul in the van and the engine started.
Paul slowly pulled the van up the driveway towards the minor road at the end. He climbed out and closed the garage door and locked it.
Amy called out of the open window, “Security has closed the CWs and ICs in the area.”
“Ok, thanks Amy,” she responded and opened up the map system her PDU had and was in the process of finding the best route back to the club.
When Ren pulled alongside her and said, “Let Hell Bright lead, she has a nack for finding the best routes to places when she knows the start and finish points.”
“Right,” she responded and looked at Hell Bright sat in the driver’s seat of the FAV at the top of the driveway.
Hell Bright looked at her and smiled a friendly smile.
She called above the noise of the engines, “Lets roll.”
The motor-bikes, van and FAV all pulled out of the minor road and headed for the junction she had used on her exploration of the area.
*****
Two hours later as the roads were becoming clogged with vehicles moving out of the area surrounding Wacker’s HQ and medical centre the group arrived back at the back entrance of the club. Hell Bright led the group down the route-way from the back entrance and was soon turning into the garage.
When the group had parked up in the few spaces for temporary vehicle storage and gathered around the vehicles, Ren and Hell Bright led them through the corridors towards Command and Control.
Chapter 2
11:15BN
The group entered Command and control on the top floor of a three level room. She estimated around the edges were over 200 separate terminals, of which twenty were being manned all of them on the ground floor. The room was in the shape of an L and in the middle on the ground floor was a large table and suspended above it was four large screens, all of which were displaying a map of the area. Stood around the table were Jaboc and Richard. On the third level were a few doors and windows that seemed to be connected to various offices and briefing rooms.
“Ren, what’s the story, I very much doubt the previous owners would have left this alone without stripping it?”
“What happened was twenty years ago the previous owners a rich old couple left the building and grounds to Echo Tech Inc as they wanted it to remain the way it was. I think they must have either worked for Echo Tech or had some connection to them. From what dad has said the only areas of the facility known about were the garage, the now armoury and canteen, the rest was filled with earth and rocks. Echo Tech took control and started to excavate the rest of the facility. It took Echo Tech twelve years to completely excavate the complex which has seven levels, the lowest three are used by Echo County to house a ready status military unit at the moment it’s empty. Those levels have exits else where in the area most of them are on sites owned by Echo Tech or one of the subsidiary companies.”
The group arrived on the ground floor and walked towards Richard and Jaboc.
“The command and control, Armoury and Garage were installed by Echo Tech before they handed control over to dad.”
The group arrived at the table and Jaboc said, “I now use it to help and assist local Street Ghost teams when they are on missions and as a training centre for said Street Ghosts and local security forces. The Armoury and Garage are full teaching centres and are happy to have people learn and help. There’s a full medical facility and holding centre used by Conspiracy forces as well. Other facilities include a range, swimming pool, combat simulator centre and full gym.”
“Ok, you guys back and ready then?” asked Richard.
She looked around the group and said, “Yes I think so.”
“Good as we need a team to check an area out. From the Echo Tech Security cameras and those on the security vehicles are showing a mass exodus from the area. Except this area, there is no movement at all from the area and I’m wondering why,” said Richard. “You are the only group that is ready to move, most of the Street Ghosts that use here are caught up in the mass movement and haven’t been able to report in or they are stuck and are planning on staying put until more is known about the situation. We’ve ordered all teams and members staying put to lie low and await orders and re-supply.”
The table showed the area around what looked like a large religious building and a few out buildings.
“The only question I have is what type of support can we call on as if it’s only us on the ground and we run into security forces, they might overwhelm us,” she said looking concerned for the team as a whole.
“From what we’ve been told Echo Tactical Security is deploying a team of 24 Power Armoured troopers to the Club, but they’ve also been caught up in the mass humanity movements. The first support and transport vehicles should be here in the next half hour,” said Jaboc.
She looked and thought about the mission, “Ren you asked us to conduct a combat patrol to check on some friends, where were you looking at patrolling to.”
“That area,” replied Ren.
‘If we split the eight of us into two teams, Abs, Tina with me and Sandra, and the other four make up the second team,’ she thought planning the combat patrol. “What Street assets do we have in the area Jaboc, Richard?” she asked. “What is their current status?”
Jaboc used a stylus to tap a tablet screen and after a couple of seconds he replied, “Five Conspiracy rated Street Ghosts and seven normal Street Ghosts have reported in, via the Net and have said that they are ready. We’ve ordered them to lie low and await orders.”
“That gives us a good sized back up force. What’s the tech with them?” She noticed most of the team were listening intently to the replies and they all looked happy that she had taken charge of the situation, including Paul.
“Most have advanced weapons and other equipment the Conspiracy rated teams are all equipped with MA series and Black Light, the others have standard street armour and some have APEX firing weapons,” replied Richard.
She nodded at this information and looked at the group all of them were smiles and they generally looked ready to move and help. “Let’s get ready and see what the situation is with the inbound support.”
“Ok, you’ll be online with the controllers here as well and the second we get the Power Armour in and it’s deployed you’ll be the first to be told.”
“Ok, let’s get ready to move then,” she responded.
Jaboc and Richard nodded ‘Ok’ and the group left heading for the van and the equipment stored inside.
As the group headed back for the Armoury and the changing area she looked at Amy as she was the only person whom this was the first time in a live fire situation. She dropped back and asked Sandra, “Does training at Command include live fire combat?”
“Yes it does,” Sandra replied as they walked down the corridor.
“What is the support like as I guess for some it would be the first time of being in a situation like that?”
Sandra looked at her as if to say ‘why do you want to know?’
“Amy,” she responded.
“Arh, I see,” replied Sandra. “All members who participate spend the debriefing in what is called the ‘Talking Shop’, it’s where every one discusses the events, feelings and everything else relevant to the operation.”
She nodded ‘Ok’. ‘Right after this in a couple of days I think it might be wise to do that with Amy, I think she might need it.’ “I hope you don’t mind me taking over in there?”
“No hun,” responded Sandra. “All of the questions you asked I hadn’t thought of myself, and I’ve been a Gangrel almost four years. Your experience of the environment is showing me I have a lot to learn and I thought I knew about the scene.”
The group arrived back in the Garage where Ren said, “Back the van up to the Armoury and we’ll sort out cases for you all and sort out changing lockers for your Black Light. What version are you running?”
“No idea,” replied Paul. “When we found it we had just been told about it by Darla.”
Paul climbed into the driver’s seat and reversed the van towards the entrance to the Armoury and changing area as two pick-ups arrived, each had what looked like five adults on, two in the driver’s compartment and three in the back area. She looked at the three in the back area and saw each of them was armed and ready.
Ren walked to the Armoury window and started to talk to the guy sitting on the other side.
Paul opened the rear and side doors and the team started to unload the van. Stacked at the rear were the cases containing the team’s Black Light. She noticed Ren turned and looked at Hell Bright. After a couple of seconds Hell Bright walked over and tapped her on the shoulder and indicated that the group was to follow her. ‘That is strange, that the second time Ren has done something after looking at Hell Bright. I wonder.’ The group followed and Hell Bright showed them to the first of the lockers where she indicated that these were know theirs.
Ren followed and when he had arrived she asked, “The cases I can see what do we do with them?”
“Leave them, Benny will organise removing them so you can put your Black Light in the lockers.”
“Right thanks,” she replied and started to undress.
The rest of the group were just stood around as if waiting for something. “You guys going to just stand around,” she said. This had the desired effect of shifting them, except Ren and Hell Bright into gear.
A couple of seconds later after Hell Bright had shown each which locker they should use they started to undress.
Paul who was stood next to Amy who was looking around somewhat shocked by the fact Ren and he was starting to change along side Hell Bright, Abs, Sandra, Tina and Nibs.
“Hun, we of the Gangrels operate a uni-sex policy on things like changing facilities,” he said.
“Arh, ok,” responded Amy and she started to remove her top.
A few minutes later she had opened the largest case and looked at the contents. “Help,” said Amy.
“First things first, you have to be totally naked for the technology to work,” he said.
When Amy had removed her bra and knickers he continued, “Put the black garment on first and then I’ll help you with the rest.” He slid the first of the plates into the chest area.
He looked at her and saw she was looking at the size of the garment on her.
“Have you got anything smaller?” asked Amy.
“No, one size fits all,” replied Ren from behind her. “The nanytes that make up the plates shrink the outer garment to fit.”
Amy turned and stared with a startled expression at Ren when he had said that. “Nanytes!”
“Yes hun,” replied Paul. “The plates are made from Nanytes that from what I have been told form a solid barrier when a fast moving object is detected”
“The technology is straight out of the pages of future fiction. The guys at the Academy are all experts in designing and creating what people would imagine as future fiction,” said Ren.
“Ok, what now?” she asked.
Paul picked up one of the plates and said, “These go into the pockets, except each plate will only go into its own pocket. It won’t go into any-other pocket.”
She picked up one of the larger plates and tried it in the left chest pocket and it didn’t slide in, she tried it in the other chest pocket and it slipped straight in. “Ok, I think I understand.” She picked up the next plate and tried it in the left and again it just slipped in. “Right, ok now I understand that.”
Ren said from behind her, “Also make sure the pocket tops are sealed, in their current state the nanytes are dormant, but provide them with body heat and darkness they literatly come alive.”
She covered the two pockets and went about finding out which pocket each plate went into. When she had taken the next plate and stood up she felt a strange sensation on her breasts. ‘What the hell, it feels like water, but I’m completely dry.’ She turned to Ren who was just slotting in his last plate and asked, “What?”
Ren smiled at her and replied, “You are wondering about the feeling of having the feeling of being covered in water?”
She nodded as she went around the various pockets.
“The feeling is the nanytes being active.”
“A very strange sensation though,” she said as she tried the plate in the next pocket down the front.
Paul started to help her slot the plates in and pretty quickly she was ready, wearing the urban camouflage outer and her utility belt.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“The battle technology,” replied Paul as he passed her the tactical computer.
She took it and clipped it to her belt behind the environmental box.
“The next question is helmet or not?” asked Paul.
“No helmet,” she replied.
Paul took from the tech box a long small box and from one end were three short stubby tubes.
She looked at him and asked, “What is that?”
“This is the vision rig, it provides low light, thermo, high frequency infra-red, a high resolution digital camera with the same vision options. It sends a digital transmission to a command and control centre,” replied Paul.
“And when it is plugged into the Mk3 Tactical computers, it provides the command and control centre with a position lock. It also provides the user with a complete smart gun system and a map where all the position locks within 500metres. It also adds a limited functionality to the nanytes, in that it improves the user’s strength slightly and also allows the binding of objects to the armour itself,” said Ren as he came around the corner carrying a couple of small black boxes. “The data transfer is now nanyte and not cables.”
Paul took his and swapped it for the older one he had.
Ren handed her hers and she did the same swapped it and then she handed the Mk2 back to Ren. She then picked up a head rig and slotted it on to her head. “This clips where?” she asked whilst holding the vision rig.
“That gets clipped there hun,” said Paul as he positioned it on the head gear.
Ren then clipped something to the back of the vision block. “Short range high speed data transmitter, the entire suit is the receiver transmitter.”
“With that you are ready hun,” said Paul smiling.
She lifted the single eye piece. “Can I take it that the vision rig can be placed on the other-side?”
“It can, but the advice is not to move it. If you do need to due to vision problems then talk to some of the experienced members of staff or Street Ghosts would be happy to help and assist in sorting it out,” suggested Ren. “All it means is that you need to teach your eyes which is dominant and which is not.
The group walked around the end of the lockers and saw lots of boxes and the rest of the guys sorting weapons into large metal boxes.
‘Fuck me not again.’ Into her head appeared a voice and the scene of being in an alley way. She put her hands up and dropped to her knees clutching her head. Within moments Nibs and Hell Bright were at her side. Hell Bright gripped her shoulders and dragged her to her feet and suddenly in her mind was a beautiful voice which said, “Amy, let me see the vision drop your defences and allow me to see, and I will make it stop.”
She did, she stopped fighting it and she also relaxed as best she could. The vision ended as suddenly as it had started.
*****
Clang, clang sounded from above Richard and Jaboc as metal struck metal. The pair looked up and saw two figures in the form fitting body suits of power armour.
As they got to the ground floor of command they removed their helmets and the lead female said, “Morning bro.”
“Hi Jane, Nicolai or is it Nicole today?” he asked.
“Either, hi Rich, Jaboc.”
Jaboc looked at the pair and asked, “What are you two doing here, I thought you were still running Echo Tech Inc Nicole, and you very defiantly were running Corporate Enterprises, Jane.”
“Not anymore,” replied Jane. “I’m now officially Life President of Corporate Enterprises, my successor took control of the board a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been on holiday and arrived yesterday to oversee a couple of projects. I’m also here to welcome the Academy’s new year one’s. Then this kicks off and both of us decide to don our power armour and here we are.”
“What is the situation at the moment and what forces are available?”
“An eight man youth team are at the moment kitting up in preparation of checking a site and conducting a combat patrol. That’s it, other teams and solos have reported in but they are caught up in the movement of the refugees or are lying low until more is known.”
Jane took out her PDU and looked at something on it. “Any known operatives in the eight man team?” asked Jane.
“Yes, Ren and Hell Bright are two members of the group,” replied Jaboc.
“The rest of the group are ‘Conspiracy Wise’ they specifically came and saw me last night to talk to me about the Conspiracy. At least four members of the group are showing signs of becoming Adepts except without the normal side effects,” Richard said.
Nicolai looked at him as if to ask, ‘who are they?’
“Nibola Calton, who I might add use to be called Nicholas Calton. Yes the guy I put forward for Academy selection, Sandra and Paul Patterson, Tina Griffiths, Anna Detric and Amy Delimetry.”
Jane stared at him.
“What’s up sis?” he asked.
“Sandra, Paul Patterson, Anna Detric and Tina Griffiths along with a few other people were put forward by Sarah for Academy Selection as well,” replied Jane.
“Oh feck,” said Jaboc. “Well they are ready and off loading the weapons and equipment from their van.”
*****
In the area in front of the armoury Nibs was passing the weapons from the back of the van out to the other members of the group who were placing them in cases. Each member of the six Vixens present had a box and in that was their main weapon in the five others were the rest of the van’s arsenal. She picked up Angel’s Trig 8 and thought, ‘I bet we see the rest of the guys either today or tomorrow.’ “Hun,” she said at Sandra who was next in line. “Should we sort out cases for the rest of the guys?”
“We could,” replied Sandra as she was passed an MA60.
Nibs had a glance around the van’s armoury cases and found them to be empty. “Just the ammunition now.” She pulled the first case and passed that to Sandra.
When the last of the ammunition was off she stepped down from the rear doors and closed each one. Amy rounded the corner as Hell Bright gave something to Sandra. Then Amy collapsed clutching her head as if in intense pain. Hell Bright landed the rest of the items in to Sandra’s arms and as Nibs crossed the distance, Hell Bright appeared right in front of Amy. She looked a little shocked to have Hell Bright there before her and she was moving before Hell Bright. As Hell Bright picked her up Paul and her grabbed Amy to support her if her legs gave out.
Amy looked as if she relaxed as Ren brought her a case to sit on. Paul looked at her incredibly concerned by what had just happened. A couple of minutes later Hell Bright and Ren moved slightly away and she heard Ren say “Dad, Richard, Hell Bright needs to tell you something, it looks like she and Amy have just received a message that came via Magick.”
Jaboc’s voice was heard over some speakers in the area and it said, “Right go ahead Ren.”
Ren then translated the signs Hell Bright used to tell him the message, “The message was from a gent called Ithian, and he needs our help, he’s trapped in an area from what he can detect and see would be highly non conducive to his continued living. He thinks four maybe more people are looking for him and he’s detected a strong presence of evil and Magick in the area.”
“Do you have an idea where he is?” asked a new voice to her.
Ren translated some more signs and said, “Yes Hell Bright thinks, he’s near a large religious building in the area we where heading to check out.”
“I don’t know what your plans were Ren, but your new primary mission is to rescue Ithian at all costs and if need be you have two suits of Power Armour to support you,” came the new voice.
“Thanks new voice,” she said. “Your orders are understood, find Ithian.” She stood up and looked at Sandra as she walked over, “Let’s get ready to roll people. You ok Amy?”
“I should be. Thank you Hell Bright,” said Amy
*****
In Amy’s head again came the voice she had heard a few minutes before, “It wasn’t a vision, it was a call for help, a fellow mage is calling for help from friendly forces.”
*****
In command Ren’s voice came over the speakers, “Dad, Richard, Hell Bright needs to tell you something, it looks like she and Amy have just received a message that came via Magick.
At this Nicolai and Jane both look at Jaboc. “Right go ahead Ren.” Jaboc then transferred the camera in the changing area to the large screens above the map table.
On the screen the group saw Hell Bright start to sign. Ren’s voice was heard translating the message, “The message was from a gent called Ithian, and he needs our help, he’s trapped in an area from what he can detect and see would be highly non condusive to his continued living. He thinks four maybe more people are looking for him and he’s detected a stong presence of evil and magick in the area.”
“Do you have an idea where he is?” asked Jane.
A couple of seconds later after Ren translated Hell Bright’s signs said, “Yes Hell Bright thinks, he’s near a large religious building in the area we where heading to check out.”
“I don’t know what your plans were Ren, but your new primary mission is to rescue Ithian at all costs and if need by you have two suits of Power Armour to support you,” said Jane.
“Thanks new voice,” said some else. “Your orders are understood, find Ithian.”
“Who was that and who’s in command of the group?” asked Jane.
“That voice would be Nibs’,” Richard replied. “She is also the commander and she is the one closest to becoming a new type of adept, one we’ve never seen before.”
*****
In Amy’s head came the voice again which said, “Thank you Amy. I think you might also me a Wielder of Magick and I will teach you what I know and the spells I know. I know I surprised Nibs just then by the speed I was able to cross the distance, but I know the blink spell very well, and the better you know the spell, the faster you can cast it.”
She smiled at her and mouthed, ‘I think we will become very close as friends’. She stood up and walked with Paul towards where the boxes where.
Nibs picked up one of the new Tactical Computers and installed it in place of the old one. She saw Ren pick up a D300 and place it against his leg, it stayed there when he brought his hand away.
“How come?” she asked looking at where Ren had the D300.
“The new Tactical Computers have improved the nanytes; they have given users a boost in strength and also provided that nice little extra.”
Sandra passed her, her MA260 and she placed it against her right hip just behind where her Naj blades were located. She removed the holders and placed the short staves against her thigh and they stayed put. She brought the Short staff away in her hand complete. She replaced it and then unscabbarded the blade. ‘Very nice,’ she thought.
She then stooped and took her bow from the case. This she placed in the middle of her back. The next two items from the case were the two quivers which she placed across the small of her back. Into the front pouches went six magazines for her MA260. Into the right kidney pouch went a few grenades for the 260 and she loaded the grenade magazine with four fragmentation grenades. She kept the last round clear from the breech.
Daraus stood at her heel and allowed her to move as she needed to, but he was always there. She looked down at him there and smiled. She walked to the drivers door and called, “Ren where would be a good place to park the van?”
“On sub level 2, down the ramp from the garage, find a bay and park up, I would suggest leaving the keys in the box at the bottom of the ramp. It allows the mechanics to work on the vehicles with out having to worry about getting the keys from you,” replied Ren as he walked up loading the under slung grenade launcher.
She looked at the breech block of his D300 and it didn’t look like a normal D300 breech. “What’s the breech, that’s not the normal breech?”
“No, it’s configured for APEX operations. As Conspiracy if a weapon can take APEX, take it. A lot of the nasties we hunt can only be harmed by APEX or APHV ammunition or the advanced weapons in the armoury.”
She climbed up into the driver’s seat and started the engine. She slowly drove down the ramp into the main car-park. She headed for the first bay big enough to take the van and drove into it very carefully as on either side were other vehicles. After it was parked she climbed out and walked back towards the ramp up where she found the box. Inside was a plan of the car-park, she found the bay the van was parked in and hung the keys up. She walked up the ramp and found the rest of the team stood ready and waiting. Sat at Sandra’s heel was Daraus.
“Ok, team make-up, Tina, Abs with me and Sandra, Amy, Paul, Ren and Hell Bright make up the second team. You guys ok with that?”
Most of the group smiled at her choice of teams.
“Channel open Nibs to Paul, end. Paul, Nibs. We are on a private channel, keep an eye on Amy. If she gets in over her head call the support forces, in. It’s nothing against you, Ren or Hell Bright, but as acting commander her life is my responsibility and she has had no training.”
“I know, I love her, but I also feel responsible for her safety. Both Ren and Hell Bright know and I think Hell Bright is going to be keeping an eye on her just in case she receives more of what ever happened earlier.”
The group turned up the ramp to the outside and they started down the route way towards the front gate.
“Do you want to do the Talking shop with her or shall I?” she asked Paul.
“You do it, your knowledge of the scene and how people are, are vastly superior to mine.”
Paul stopped and turned back towards his unit.
Her unit proceeded on towards the front gate. Abs was carrying in the patrol position an MA60, but down her back was her Z2 sniper rifle. Tina was carrying her Coltanar 85 LSW. Nibs looked at her and noticed the belt feed coming from a backpack she was carrying.
“How many rounds, Tina?” she asked as the walked down the road.
“2000 in the pack and 600 in three magazines,” replied Tina.
As they approached the gate she asked, “How are we going to move?”
“A pair lead and are covered by the second pair, but as I move you cover Nibs,” replied Sandra.
She nodded as she understood the system, ‘move in pairs, but partners cover.’ “Leap frog movement?”
“Yes, at major junctions, but standard combat patrol the rest of the time,” said Abs.
The unit moved around the gate house and crossed the road. They headed for the main road junction north of the club. On the club side of the junction was a manned road block. Ten guys were working the road block; two of them were operating a heavy support weapon. ‘That looks like a heavier version of the 260.’ The unit moved around the corner and crossed the main road using standard combat patrol manoeuvres. Tina and she stayed at the corner of the alley-way one looking down the street the other looking up. About 50metres away were Sandra and Abs, they had stopped at a road junction.
“Nibs, Sandra. Your clear.”
The pair moved down the street Daraus easily keeping pace with her move.
“Nibs, Ren. What’s your status?”
“We’re on the move heading north and then north east, not seen much movement of humanity yet, but I’m guessing they are using the main roads out of the area.”
The pair stopped at the junction and crossed the secondary road on a north easterly diagonal to a back street which ran parallel to a secondary road on one side and a minor road on the other.
“What’s yours?” asked Ren as she waited for the other pair to move and join them.
“We’re north of the main road and heading down some back streets now, our ETA at the church, assuming no hold-ups is about four hours.”
“Roger that, ours is about the same.”
Chapter 3
“Ladies and gentlemen of the board, I think we are ready to initiate Operation Re-align. Commander Sinc of Sec Com has confirmed the five mercenary commands he stated would be ready are and have arrived at their launch points. His forces are ready to support our own troops should they come across area’s that require them, which should be very few as the City government has also assured us that they will kill the electricity and water to the area in the early phases of the operation,” the chairman stated.
From the third seat down the right hand side the female, head of corporate aquisations, smiled and said, “Good the boarding crews are also ready to move and board up the apartments, houses and tenement blocks when they have been confirmed as clear. I’ve also had confirmation that the building crews are also preparing to begin the demolition of the sites and also to start the construction of new homes and apartments for the returning populations.”
“Good, Sylvia,” the chair responded. “I can also confirm for the board that the talks with Nanuni technologies are almost complete and they have already supplied 10 of their Death Knight Assault Robots and a small quanity of new body armour to our military. By this time next week we should be one of the most powerful corporations on Darra Von.”
*****
A short while later the unit, which had taken the name Vixen Alpha when control communicated out to them, Ren’s unit was now called Vixen Bravo, had stopped a short distance from a north south main road. The unit was hidden behind a dumpster and in the gate way to a back garden. On the main road were a few people, which was petering out, this surprised her as she would have expected a constant stream of people. As the last of the people moved past the entrance to the back alley-way, she moved around the dumpster and slowly edged towards the entrance. When she could see up the road she stopped. She could see two APCs with what looked like infantry in body armour and riot shields. A second line just behind looked as if they were armed with assault rifles. The APCs looked like they had water cannons rather than the usual 20mm cannon they normally carried.
“Control, Nibs. Jaboc you seeing this.”
“Yes we are Nibs,” said a second unknown voice.
“Can I ask for the two new voices, namely the one I heard earlier and that new one please identify themselves. I have an edetic memory for conversations, and I need to have names for voices so I can put them correctly with a name and hopefully soon a face.”
“Sorry Nibs,” said Richard.
“Hang on, what are they doing? Sorry Richard.” Up the street the unit was mounting up again, as just behind the APCs were a couple of mini-busses where the infantry went to as the APCs moved out in a westerly direction.
“No worries, I wonder myself on what the hell is going on. The two new voices belong to Nicolai or Nicole and Jane Chancer, my brother and sister.”
“Hello Nibs, Richard has been telling us about what you discussed yesterday evening. Yes, before you ask we are the same as the two from the prophecy. I’m Nicole or Nicolai.”
“And I’m Jane. Good afternoon, just.”
She indicated for Sandra and Abs to move across the street for the back street junction they wanted.
Sandra and Abs disappeared around the corner she started to feel some vibrations through the ground, very faint indeed, but they were there. Just as Abs disappeared a CSMR came into view at the junction the APCs had left on. It turned its head and looked right towards the unit. It turned and headed north away from them
“What the hell was that, I know it was a CSMR but that thing looked advanced, far more advanced than what is in some of the bigger corporations military and what I’ve seen on the weapon technology forum boards?”
“Don’t worry, we’re already on it,” replied Jane.
“You’re not the only one who wants to know,” said Nicolai, “That is far more advanced than anything we know of on the corporate or country front. Leave that in our hands, we’ll research it and get back to you.”
“Ok, out.” Sandra signalled for them to move and they did.
*****
Jane and Nicolai had sat at two empty stations and they had both logged in to the network. Richard was busy coordinating Street Ghost assets.
“Two more position locks are activated Jaboc,” said one of the controllers.
“Display it to the map table and name when able,” responded Jaboc.
The two new locks displayed and one was soon joined by the name Surat and the second in very close proximity was labelled Bret. “Good, Surat and Bret are online,” said Jaboc.
“What, Surat and Bret. As in Surat Froid and Bret Walkes?” Richard asked.
“Yes the very same two. Bret had been working for me doing a bit of field work and Surat walks into the club one evening and it’s a match made in heaven. Surat is carrying Bret’s kid.”
He looked up at Jaboc and Jane said the words he was thinking, “Feck me. Now that’s a turn up for the books.”
Jaboc looked at the pair as if asking, ‘what do you mean?’
“The Academy staff had Bret pegged as a loner, he worked as good as anyone could when team work was needed, but all the rest of the time he stood slightly aloof and didn’t really mix with the year or the rest of the Academy. He walked out with two Highers, four mids and nine lower qualifications.”
“Right ok, Bret. I will pass your message on,” said Jaboc. “Bret asks what the feck is going on, we come back from a walking holiday to the Tibinssey mountains and get back yesterday morning and this hits the following day. Someone is having a laugh somewhere?”
“We want to know the same answer Bret,” said Nicolai, “We still haven’t got enough assets on the ground to launch any form of extraction mission, but when we do, you two are high on the list, just beneath Ithian who is at the moment being rescued.”
“Not Line Walker Ithian?” asked Bret.
“Yeah the very same, why?” Richard asked.
“I met him in my first year at the academy. Chat to you guys soon. Out.”
“Oh right.” He went back to looking at the satellite images and was slowly overlaying them with the ground map.
“Found it,” said Jane. “It’s a Death-Knight Assault Robot.”
“That’s Naruni tech, where the hell did they get there hands on Naruni technology?” asked Nicolai.
“I think we dropped the ball on this one,” Richard said as he looked up. “I have 10 CSMRs, and what I guess to be about half their armed forces on site, just before the launch. The Delta Nine-Zero satellite took a digital image of the HQ and I’m looking at the image now.” Richard brought up one image and zoomed in and checked the armour the forces were wearing. “Do you two want to run this image through the armour databases and see if that’s also been upgraded?”
“No problem, save the image and I’ll start the run.” After a short while Nicolai said, “From what I can remember of Wacker Military the last time they faced Echo Tech forces that looks the same. I would expect the officers to be equipped with something a bit better, but not much.”
*****
Vixen Bravo approached the main road north of the club. Behind them on the north side of the secondary road was a road block manned by six members of the club’s staff along with some heavy firepower.
Ren turned to Amy and said, “You and Hell Bright move as a pair, whilst me and Paul cover then you cover our movement.”
“Ok,” replied Amy as she looked up and down the main road. Then the pair headed on a diagonal North East to a path beside two houses. He knew it led to a small piece of open land and on the far side was a back street people used to dump stuff there. He was looking east along the main road and could see the column of refugees exiting the area, very likely behind them was Wacker Security and military. ‘I wonder how far they will go from the HQ.’ He saw Hell Bright signal for Paul and him to move and they did. They crossed and headed up the alley-way only stopping at the other end.
He looked across the open area and saw what he thought was movement in one of the windows backing onto the area. He turned and signalled for Hell Bright and Amy to move, but stop at them.
“Thermo is picking up small heat lumps, but nothing aggressively looking towards the area. Likely to be people hiding from the security and military,” said Paul
“Or people loyal to the street laying low and waiting. I’m surprised this close to the club, but you never know.”
He pointed at the far side and Hell Bright and Amy headed across the area. When they reached the far side they stopped and Hell Bright signalled for the other two to move.
“Is this your first time in this type of situation?” Hell Bright asked Amy, again directly to Amy's mind.
“Yes it is,” replied Amy. “I’ve known of the scene and have tried to stay true to their beliefs but it’s hard especially when the high school does nothing to stop the bullies making people’s life hell.”
Ren and Paul passed the pair and stopped about 50 metres up the back street. Paul signalled for the pair to move.
She said as they were moving, “Ren, standard patrol rules I think, only pairs movement when we need it.”
Ren looked at her and nodded his reply. Ren then moved to the head of the line and she fell in behind him. Amy and then Paul finished the four man patrol line.
Amy heard Paul’s voice over the communication system, he said, “This is as good a time as any to tell you the correct methods for patrol movement hun.”
She looked back at him and smiled. “I’m not that stupid love, but it would be nice to correct any errors I have.” She went back to looking forward and made sure the weapon was in a comfortable position.
“Well maybe not hun, but in case I’m going to tell you anyway,” said Paul.
“Ok, I was kind of hopping someone would. All I’ve got to go on is what I have seen on the tele, and we all know how distorted that can be.”
She saw Hell Bright look over her shoulder and smile at her. “Too damn true. The tele distorts everything that doesn’t suit the corporations.”
“What Tele programs did you watch?” asked Ren as he signalled for everyone to stop.
“Swat Tactical, as many of the documentaries about military operations and similar,” she replied as she looked around the neighbourhood. From what she could see it was run down housing and flats mainly, her vision system was set to normal vision.
“Were the documentaries by Digital Systems or one of the Echo Tech Inc tele companies?” asked Paul
“Yeah, when they came onto normal tele, we haven’t been able to afford cable or anything better than normal tele for a couple of years.”
Ren looked at the road ahead and saw it was full on humanity moving south. “Great our route is blocked, back track.”
After a couple of seconds Ren said, “Mm. That is a possible. Control, Ren. Can you guys bring up the sub-surface pipes and crawl-ways, we are blocked by a column of humans moving south.”
*****
Nibs headed up the alley way slightly ahead of Tina and stopped some 40 metres up. Sandra and Abs caught the pair up. “Control, Nibs. How the hell are we suppose to handle something like that. Our weapons are effectively useless against it.”
“No their not Nibs,” replied Richard. “Every wondered why all Echo Tech Military and security forces use the MA series of weapons and it’s not because they are produced by the company? It’s a very valid reason but not the main one.”
“No,” she replied as she took point and moved down the alley way, until it exited on a back road and small piece of man made park land for the children to play on.
“The APEX and APHV ammunition is capable of hurting the advanced armours that the CSMR uses. Plus your small size and the advantage of Black Light is that you are covered by a basic stealth layer that throws radar through a loop. It finds locking on to people wearing Black Light very difficult.”
“That’s useful,” she responded with as she exited the park land on the back road. It looked like it crossed the minor ahead and continued on. When the unit reached the exit of the back road Nibs looked north and Tina looked south. She tapped Sandra on the shoulder and pointed across the minor road at the continuation of the road they were on. Sandra and Abs moved around their respective partners and crossed the street and stopped to cover her and Tina.
She went past Sandra and Abs and Sandra moved to number two position. She looked around using a combination of thermo and high frequency infra-red.
*****
“Ren, Jaboc. We’ve got the plans you asked for, transmitting the relevant section to you now,” came over Ren’s ear piece.
Inside his eye-piece a box started to flash, he activated the switch that brought the eye scanner online. He moved the bar and opened the window. It displayed the location of an old storm drain that ran in the same direction as they wanted to go. ‘Where’s the nearest access.’ “Find a man-hole cover guys, there’s one in the near vicinity.” He checked along the storm drain and found a junction of a second storm drain that ran from near to the Wacker hospital.
Amy said, “Found it.” Amy started to clear away the bushes and weeds from around it.
He walked over and used his knife to try and pry the cover off. “It’s jammed.”
Hell Bright took aim with her weapon and he moved back. He signalled for everyone to move back. When everyone was at a safe distance, Hell Bright fired at the man-hole cover. The cover disappeared in a white ball of super intense heat.
Paul looked at Hell Bright and asked, “What the hell is that weapon?”
He replied, “That is the A-7 Plasma Rifle. You remember Richard said about visiting other dimensions?”
“Yes,” responded Paul.
“Meet one of the treasures, The Twelve have brought back, the guys at the Academy reversed engineered it and you have the A-7 Plamsa Rifle.”
“I think may have found my weapon of choice,” said Paul.
He took two grenades and dropped them down the shaft, and called down the shaft, “Fire in the hole!”
Splash, Splash was heard as the grenades hit the floor. He climbed down the ladder and was soon at the foot of the ladder. He looked both ways as Hell Bright followed him down. After Hell Bright was down and ready, he said over the communication system, “You two going to join us?”
He looked up and saw Amy was on her way down. Just above her was Paul and the pair were soon in the storm drain.
“Which way?” asked Paul, “Control, Paul.” Then after a couple of seconds and no reply from control he said, “Great, no communications.”
“That and a faint position lock,” he responded. “I have a complete map of the local area which includes all the storm drains and service crawl ways.”
Paul smiled at him and looked ready to move.
Ren took point and led the group in the right direction.
Paul’s voice came over the ear piece, “Ren, Paul. The grenades, why?”
“Think about it Paul, what do you do when you see grenades or hear the words fire in the hole?”
“You take cover. I get it; force anyone at the bottom of the ladder to take cover whilst you drop on them.”
He turned and looked at Paul smiling. After rounding a corner in the tunnel he stopped as his HUU was picking up ambient light ahead. Behind him he knew the rest of the unit had stopped and was waiting for him to move. He did slowly missing the puddles and by walking on the up slopes of the tunnel. He could see the light was coming from a side tunnel. He looked at the map and saw it was the storm drain from the hospital.
He stopped a short distance back and took from his left kidney pouch a small tube; he edged it just beyond the edge. He saw a small check point manned by two Wacker Security guards. One looked like was wearing a communications rig, the other didn’t look like he was. He looked back at the group and indicated that he had seen two people down the side tunnel. He saw the pair was looking away from the junction and he quickly crossed it against the far wall, whilst Hell Bright moved up and covered him in the darkness.
He moved and looked around the corner again as Hell Bright crossed. He signalled for the next person to cross. Amy went to move but froze a second before a rat splashed through a puddle. This sound startled the pair and they look around with their weapons ready. After a few seconds they relaxed and started to quietly chat amongst themselves again looking in the direction of the hospital. Amy then crossed after he had signalled for her to move. Paul crossed just behind Amy and the unit continued down the tunnel towards the exit man-hole.
*****
Across the area Vixen Alpha had come to a main road and they saw a couple of vans with their rear doors open. As Nibs crossed the road she looked inside and saw items of furniture, valuables and other items of value to people. She took a good look at the number plates. “Control, Nibs. Are the camera’s recorded for analysis later?”
“They are Nibs, Conspiracy Intelligence tries to review as much as possible but the amount of data gathered means they may review a couple of percent. Why the question?” asked Richard.
“Two vans, I just want to make sure they’re not looting.”
“Ok,” responded Richard. “Check it when you get back.”
She stopped and stood opposite her was Tina who looked up the street. Tina signalled for the other pair to cross the road.
Tina asked her as Sandra and Abs passed them, “Why the question about the camera’s?”
“I have a feeling the street isn’t going to take this laying down, and I just want to make sure the vans are legit and not looting someone’s stuff. Its things like that, which marks the street world as different as and better than the corporate world.”
Tina smiled at her as Sandra signalled for them to move. As they headed through an apartment block she looked around and saw a couple of what looked like teenagers knelt using the flower beds as protection. One of the pair nodded at her as she went past, she returned the nod to indicate she had seen it. ‘I need to make sure either these guys are supplied or extracted. The street needs to look after it’s assets in times like these, especially the young.’
The pair stopped and knelt beside Sandra who was looking at a steady stream of people and vehicles heading south out of the area. Just up the road was a bridge which linked two halves of a shopping mall.
“Lets use the mall to get on the other side of the road,” she suggested and got Sandra and Abs’ nods in reply to the idea. All four headed back through the apartment and he saw the two had moved back to one of the apartments and the open door showed a few more youths most looked scared as hell. ‘I need to get some business cards done to let people know who to contact should they need to.’ They reached the gate entrance and a quick glance revealed the same sight two vans loading stuff. They moved up the front of the apartment towards the mall. The doors were set slightly back which allowed the group disappear. Sandra and Abs watched the street as she worked the lock. ‘Hell I need my black box. Feck it.’ She hit the door and the lock busted. When the alarm didn’t sound, she tried the switch and found no power to the mall. ‘That’s interesting, you need the city’s help to kill the power to an area.’
“Control, Nibs. I am right in thinking that to kill the power you need the help of the City Government to authorize the utility providers to pull the plug?”
“Yeah you do, why?” asked Nicolai.
“We’ve just entered a mall and theirs no lights and no alarms.”
She led the group across the small entrance lobby to the door at the back. She noticed Sandra closed the door and pulled a sofa across the door to stop it opening. She opened the door and found it opened onto a corridor and at the left hand end was another door the right hand side had a set of stairs going both up and down. She turned left and opened the door onto the mall. The unit then headed up the first stairs to the first floor and they soon crossed the road and were exiting the mall via the service exits. The minor road that ran down the back of the mall also ran down the back of a long line of houses. 120 metres to their left, as they exited the service area, was a road that would lead them in the right direction again.
*****
Richard looked at the map and said, “Jaboc can we check to see which areas have been switched off power wise?”
“Don’t know if we can here, but the people on the ground might be a good way of finding out.”
Jane turned around and said, “One thing I can say is that the Corporate Enterprises medical production and Bio-Tech R&D complex in South Cliffs have reported total loss of power. They’ve gone over to back-up generators but the boss of the site is fuming. The site is currently working on a very important piece of research that may go a long way to combating Tirkkana Syndrome.”
He looked at Jane somewhat shocked as Tirkkana Syndrome was a major killer in South Olliath.
Nicolai also looked at Jane and said, “Ok, this brings a whole new playing field to the ball game. I’ll check on the legal situation concerning the utilities, but I do think they need the City Government support to kill power. I wonder if they’ve also killed the other utilities.”
Jaboc looked up from looking at something on the tablet. “Bret has just reported they lost power during the initial phases and now they’ve lost water.”
He brought up the utility plans and found that the entire area was fed by four water mains; each had a cut off terminal in the east. Three of which were located in Grand South. He then took out his PDU and rang Misty.
After a couple of ring Misty connected and said, “Hi, who’s this?”
“Richard, Misty. What is the situation concerning water and electric where you are?”
“Don’t know, I’ll check.”
After a couple of seconds she said, “We’ve lost all water supply, not electric. Why the question?”
“It looks like the city government is in on the deal with Wacker. They’ve cut water and electrics to the area.”
“Bloody hell, someone will need to check the legal situation on it, but I think that’s illegal under World Government laws.”
A few minutes later Jaboc said, “Nicolai, Richard the latest satellite images are in.”
After a few minutes of checking a few sites across the area Nicolai said, “Wacker are being stupid, they‘re declaring war on the other corporations as well. I’ve got military units outside nearly all Corporate sites, including the Corporate Enterprises site Jane.”
“They can’t be that stupid, can they? They do that and they know they can’t win if they do that. Not with Suraban ratifying the Corporate Land Laws. How many front line units can we bring to bear?”
“Immediately, two divisions sis, that’s not the issue, someone is not advising the board of Wacker and the City government very well. By them doing what they have done, they’ve not only declared war on the corporations but they’ve declared war on Echo County and we have two task forces in the Allan Straight. They are only four days out and I know the Storm Makers are in the area as well.”
Richard looked at Nicolai when she said the Storm Makers are in the area. “Wacker is not going to survive this. If Wacker wants to start a land grab war, they are picking a fight with the wrong people.”
*****
“Ren, Nibs. What’s your status?”
When after a couple of seconds she hadn’t heard Ren’s reply she said, “Control, Nibs. What’s happened to Vixen Bravo?”
“They’ve had to go underground to cross a column of refugees. They should be back on the surface in the next ten minutes, we have a faint position lock on them but no communications, they are in an old storm drain that are renown for blocking communication signals,” replied Jaboc.
“Ok, thanks Jaboc, I was just wondering where they went. Can you get Vixen Bravo to contact me when they re-establish communications.”
“Will do, how is the patrol going?” asked Richard
“As can be expected with the situation,” she replied. She headed down the road and stopped when she saw a couple of Wacker security walking past the end of the road. Both she and Tina went to ground, thankfully Sandra and Abs were at the corner waiting for them to signal safe. The pair disappeared and a larger group of eight more crossed the entrance, never once looking up the road. When the last of the eight had disappeared she slowly edged her way forward. At the entrance she saw the group had stopped and was looking at a map of some kind. They headed off down right back tracking down the secondary road that joined this secondary with the main road. She indicated for Sandra and Abs to move and they did. Tina who was looking up the street didn’t see anything that would cause them a problem and pointed at the alley-way between two apartment blocks. Sandra and Abs headed for the alley-way and stopped in the entrance and signalled that it was clear to move.
In the distance she could see the top of the spire of the religious building. “Almost there guys,” she said as they moved up the alley way and crossed a minor road. They entered a garden of a house, inside she could see more people all of them again young, just a bit younger than she was, she guessed. “Control, Nibs. What is the status of extraction teams being ready?”
“We have a couple of units in and they are preparing to head out and conduct an extraction of a couple of groups, why?” asked Jaboc.
“I have a couple of groups containing youngsters that seemed to be holed up in places. It would be good to see if we can help them.”
“Very true,” replied Jaboc. “The young are the future. Vixen Bravo is back online with us.”
*****
Vixen Bravo arrived at the manhole they wanted to use and Ren disappeared up the ladder. At the top he forced the manhole cover out of its hole and found that a car had been parked over it. He replaced the cover and climbed back down. At the bottom he said to Hell Bright, “A one second double tap at the cover. It’s blocked by a vehicle.”
Hell Bright nodded her understanding and stood directly beneath the up tunnel whilst the other three moved away slightly.
Amy who was watching Hell Bright saw her skin change from a flesh colour to a colour that mimicked stone. Hell Bright then brought the A-7 to her shoulder and fired one ball and then a second later she sent a second ball up the shaft.
Ren disappeared up the ladder and found the car was no longer blocking the man hole. He headed for an alley-way; Paul appeared and headed for the same alley-way. A couple of seconds later Amy’s head appeared and she too joined him and Paul. Hell Bright appeared beside the group.
He looked around and saw in the distance the spire of the building they were heading for. “Control, Ren. We are out of the tunnels, what’s the status of Vixen Alpha?”
“Ren, Vixen Alpha has asked that you contact them when you were out of the storm drains,” said Jaboc.
“No problem, out. Nibs, Ren. We are out of the storm drains.”
“Good, what is your status, where are you in relation to the target building and how is everyone?” asked Nibs.
“Everyone is good. I can see the spire, I would estimate it’s a couple of miles away now.” He stood and headed towards the spire.
“Ok, so can we, I would estimate we are about thirty minutes out.”
He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He looked at Hell Bright who pointed at a street sign. He nodded his reply to where they were. “Nibs we are going to check on our friends as we are on the road where they live.”
“Ok, keep me informed of your situation.”
“Will do,” he replied.
The four headed up the road to a set of steps down. He headed down them whilst the rest waited at the top. He hammered on the door.
A few seconds later he heard a voice from the other side which said, “Who is it?”
“It’s Ren and Hell Bright, how’s you and the others Jacqui?”
“We’re good thanks. Why are you here?”
He looked back up the steps and signalled to Hell Bright that they all seemed safe.
“Checking on you and also rescuing someone important,” he replied. “I can organise extraction for you and the kids if you want?”
A couple of seconds later Jacqui’s voice said, “Thanks Ren, Hell Bright. How long before you think we can leave?”
“A few hours maybe a day. We’ll need to organise it back at the club, just stay put and we will organise something.”
“Ok, chat to you soon.”
He headed back up the steps and the group crossed the road, they turned down an alley-way and in the distance they could see the entire spire.
*****
Vixen Alpha had stopped at the edge of an alley-way looking directly at the building from the north side. It looked fortified; it had sand bag emplacements covering most of the doors in to it and the surrounding buildings. Nibs was looking at the map of the area when she saw the four position locks of Vixen Bravo appear on the edge of the area. “Vixen Bravo, Nibs. We have you on the map.”
“Confirmed Nibs, likewise we have you as well. Stay put we’ll join you,” replied Ren.
Fifteen minutes later Vixen Bravo rounded the corner of the alley-way from the back street and joined Vixen Alpha at the entrance.
“Hell Bright, can you direct us to where Ithian is?” she asked.
Hell Bright nodded ‘yes she could’ and took point, she headed back down the alley way and turned west. Very soon Hell Bright was leading the group up a back street towards a court yard area.
The group stopped at the entrance to the yard and saw a gent backing away from a group of five thugs. The yard looked like it was a dumping ground for rubbish. Setadar pipes and rods, wooden tables, chairs and other items of unwanted and very likely busted items of house hold appliances and general rubbish were piled, in places quite high.
“Is that Ithian?” she asked.
Hell Bright nodded, ‘Yes it is’.
Chapter 4
She bonded her MA260 to her hips and drew her short staves, she headed around the corner and stood in the entrance way. Tina, Sandra and Abs all joined her. She said, “Gents I would advise leaving the gent alone as he is now under our protection. You have two options, leave or we deal with you.”
“Yeah right, not before we’ve dealt with you,” said the largest one and he grabbed a piece of setadar pipe. The others with him also grabbed pieces of wood or setadar pipes and rods.
Sandra and Abs both drew their combat knives, Tina unattached her short staves from her back.
The four friends then stepped into the yard area and they split up. She headed straight for the largest one and his slightly smaller colleague. The larger person of the pair swung the pipe he was carrying, and long before the pipe was anywhere near hitting her left stave was in position to block the attack. Her right one was already on the counter-attack and impacted against the gent’s gut. The power behind the attack forced the gent to double over and collapse to the ground.
She then heard the second one swing his piece of wood and that hit her side. The armour went solid and stopped the blow; she didn’t even feel the impact. She turned to face him and as she did her boot was already on the rise going for his head, the impact forced him to take off and spin. This gent landed face down very much unconscious.
She looked around and saw the others were dealing with their opponents; two of them were already on the floor in pain. Sandra slashed her opponent across the neck and from what she could see he dropped.
She placed her staves back against her leg and slowly walked with her hands palm towards Ithian. She said when she was close enough, “Ithian, we have been sent by Nicolai and Jane Chancer to take you to safety.” She looked at him and he was defiantly favouring his left arm and shoulder.
“Can I take it you have an idea who I am?” asked Ithian as he stood up, his face was one of concentration.
“Other than that you are someone they don’t want in enemy hands, no.”
Ithian stepped towards her and he accepted her offer of help. She helped Ithian over the piles of rubbish and heard a fire fight happening down at the entrance to the back street.
“Sandra is anyone medically trained?” she asked.
“Yes Paul is,” replied Sandra.
She headed for the corner of the back street and a main road. She tapped Paul on the shoulder and said, “Ithian needs looking at.”
Paul looked back up the road and saw Ithian sitting on an old wheel, he headed to him, as Paul walked back he had already swung his pack off.
She took his place at the corner and fired a short burst from her 260, the APEX rounds destroying a car in the progress. “Paul, Nibs. I need to know how long to stabilize Ithian?”
“He’s stabilized now. He’s got a busted left arm and I think a dislocated shoulder.”
“Thanks,” she responded. “Guys we are leaving. Control, Nibs. I need a fast safe route out now?”
Hell Bright fired again this time at one of the APCs that was operating with the unit, who now were hidden from view. She knew the presence of her MA260 and Hell Bright’s weapon was enough to make most people take cover.
“Nibs, Jaboc. The quickest route out of the area is the deep subway. You have a station entrance one street over directly opposite the building opposite the yard.”
“Thanks Jaboc. Sandra, Tina, Abs, Nibs. Stay with Ithian we are heading for the subways. Sandra the back door opposite should lead us to a station entrance.”
She glanced back up the street and saw Sandra move and kick the door so it opened. Paul helped Ithian to his feet.
“Hell Bright, Amy, Nibs. We are leaving.”
Hell Bright with Amy appeared beside her in the entrance way and they both headed back to where the fight had happened. Ren and her moved back up the street after she pumped the grenade launcher and both of them sent a grenade in direct fire arc towards the now burning wrecks of the two APCs.
*****
Amy walked down the back street to the junction of it and a main road. At the corner she glanced around and saw heading in their direction at least ten people all wearing the uniforms of Wacker Security and carrying assault weapons. Also up the road was at least one APC. ‘Feck me! No way are these guys going to get the jump on us.’ She placed her back against the wall and readied herself. “Control, Amy. I have a unit of security troops heading this way, permission to engage?”
“Amy, Jane. Permission granted.”
“Amy, Nicole. I’m confirming the command, you may engage.”
She lifted her D300 to her shoulder and turned so just the weapon her arms and a small section of her head were visible around the corner of the building. She pulled the trigger and sent a shortish burst up the street. It hit the two closest to her on the same side of the street. The APEX rounds she was using killed the pair instantly, but it got the rest of the security goons to take cover. “Hell Bright, Ren, Paul, Amy. I need help. I am engaging some security people.”
Very quickly she was joined by the rest of Vixen Bravo. When Paul and Ren had arrived she moved so she was behind a parked car. She had seen four of them slowly, cautiously moving down the other side of the road, using the cars as cover. She fired a second burst at one pair and hit the car they were behind. The car exploded as the rounds ignited the fuel tank, the fireball instantly killing the pair. The pair who were slightly behind them took cover in an alley way rather than the cars. Hell Bright appeared beside her and she stood up and double tapped her A-7 at the APC as its turret moved and swung its main weapon towards them. The two balls of plasma went right into the open rear area and destroyed it from the inside out.
Paul fired a short burst at a pair who had decided to return fire the rounds impacting against the brick work. A couple of rounds hit him in the arm, but the armour went ridge and stopped the bullets one actually got stuck in the armour. He brushed it off and fired a second burst at the exposed commander of a second APC that had just appeared from a junction. He then felt someone tap him on the shoulder and he turned to face the person.
*****
“Commander, we are under attack, returning fire,” said one on the security personal. “It looks like they are using advanced ammunition, as the first burst blew two apart.”
“Fecking hell, APEX ammunition. Command we are engaging hostiles they are using APEX ammunition.” The turret of the APC started to turn so the gunner could bring the 20mm cannon to bear on the attackers. “What the fe.”
The sergant saw two white balls go into the back of the APC and it just exploded. “Command, we need support. The attackers are using weapons I’ve not seen before. The APC has just exploded after two balls of white went into the rear section. It is now a burning wreck.”
“Sergant pin the attackers down, we are deploying forces to assist, they should be with you shortly. We’ve just lost two more, one of the cars exploded and killed them in the fireball.”
From the junction came the high fire rate of an MA260, the Sergant knew that weapon as he had used it when he was working for the mercenary command before joining Wacker security. ‘Feck me these guys are well armed.’
“Sergant, I know I’ve just hit one of them and he instantly returned fire as if the bullets had not effected him at all,” said one of the security personal.
“Thanks Conners,” the sergant replied. ‘Who the hell are these guys. Our weapons are suppose to be able to defeat street armour.’
*****
“Richard, Jaboc, the first of the Echo Tactical response units have arrived top side. What are your orders,” asked Jack from one of the terminals.
“What power armour have they been equipped with?” asked Jane from her station.
“Standard security ET-4 Jane,” replied Jacks.
Jane stood and said to Nicolai, “Shall I go and break out the heavier stuff.”
Nicolai thought about it and then said, “Yeah I think they might need it.”
Jane headed off in the direction of the exit.
Richard said, “At last.”
“Control, Nibs. I need a fast safe route out now?”
Jaboc who was looking at the sub-ways said, “Nibs, Jaboc. The quickest route out of the area is the deep subway. You have a station entrance one street over directly opposite the building opposite the yard.”
“Thanks Jaboc.”
“Nicolai do you want to deploy a couple of units to the sub-way station off 4455th Street, I’ve just sent them to the Deep Line.”
“Ok, will do,” responded Nicolai.
*****
Sandra led the group through the long corridor until they had reached the front door. A small window allowed her the chance to look out. She could see the entrance building opposite. Normally across the entrance was a metal gate, this was open, which meant people had gone into it or come from it. “Control, Sandra. The sub way, where do the tunnels go to and from and does any of them go near Wacker HQ?”
“Yes, the deep line runs close to the HQ,” replied Nicolai.
“Thanks, just wondering.” She opened the front door and Abs and she headed out after checking both up and down the street. They both went to ground on the steps down looking up and down the street. She signalled for Paul and Tina along with Ithian to move.
They did and they stopped on a landing about halfway down. Hell Bright and Amy crossed next and they went past Paul, Tina and Ithian and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She could see Nibs and Ren in the door way, they were waiting for something, they had to be.
She saw both of them fire back down the corridor and then they ran across the street. Nibs paused for a brief second and fired a grenade down the corridor. As Nibs and Ren ran down the stairs she and Abs followed them. At the bottom, she noticed Nibs was chatting to control and both her and Ren disappeared.
“Control, Sandra. I need the plans for the sub-way station and where did Nibs and Ren go?”
“Uploading the plans now. They went to take out the electrics, Nibs reckons they are not ready to fight in darkness as none of them seem to be using enhanced vision options or smart gun links,” said Richard. “Damn you are vicious Sandra, that last slash I reckon you almost removed that guy’s head.”
‘Damn. I wanted to remove his head.’
A couple of minutes later her, Abs, and Tina were watching the street entrance when the lights went out.
“All forces, Nibs,” came over her communication head set. “The enemy are now working in complete darkness. Paul, Abs, stay with Ithian.”
She looked around as Nibs and Ren walked out of a door labelled ‘Maintenance Personal Only’. She watched Nibs as he walked up to Ithian who seemed to be at ease in the total darkness. Ithian smiled at Nibs and she heard Nibs say, “You ok Ithian?”
“Yes thanks. I’m quite alright thanks to you now.”
“Good, I’ve detailed Paul and Abs to stay with you. We can see in total darkness, how about you?” Nibs asked Ithian.
“Do not worry about me, I can see quite well thanks, even in this level of darkness. I am just happy that I am with friends.”
She looked up the stairs out and saw no one coming after them. She looked at each person and noticed Amy was not that happy. She walked to where Amy was knelt down. “What is wrong Amy?” she asked.
“I can’t see,” replied Amy and she sounded scared. She wasn’t surprised at Amy’s current situation.
“Amy give me your hand.” Amy did and she moved it to the switch on the HUU and switched it. “Listen to me. Use you eye as if it was a moulzua, one blink selects something, two in quick succession activates it.”
Amy nodded that she understood. “Do you see the menu bar at the top of your screen?”
Again Amy nodded ‘yes’. “Third menu item is the vision options, select and activate the High frequency Infra-red.”
Amy did, she looked at the menu bar and selected the third menu item and the menu dropped, she looked down the list and selected the line ‘High Frequency IR’. She activated it and the screen changed. She was looking directly at Nibs.
“Look at the bottom right, see the half circle?”
“Yes I do,” she replied.
“Activate it and then you can move the screens around.”
She did just than and the various screens separated a bit. She then moved them around and when she was done, she switched the system off.
“It’s an eye scanner that allows the user to change the way the information is passed and processed.”
She nodded and she knew she was a bit happier as she could now see the rest of the guys. Paul was with Ithian as was Abs. She stood and moved so she was close to Paul in a position to cover him if he needed it.
Nibs then turned and headed off in the direction of the stairs down, she knew they wanted the very bottom platform and that was beneath a second set of lines. The ‘Deep Line’ ran from the very north of Suraban to the very south, 235 kilometres of sub-way and one of the crowning achievements of the Suraban Subway system. The fact someone in the north could travel to the south with out ever leaving the confines of the subway.
She led the entire unit to the stairs down and saw knelt in one corner was a small group of Wacker Security, they were looking terrified as she guess they had not been trained to operate in total darkness. She led the group with Sandra just behind her and Daraus at her heel down the central concrete stairs and at the bottom she turned left and moved using the walls of the tunnel towards the deep line stairs.
As she approached the stairs down a couple of people at the bottom fired up the stairs. The muzzle flashes illumating the seven men and three women at the bottom all of them were looking up the stairs. A couple of them were using small flash lights that shone about half way up the tunnel. She stopped and indicated for everyone else to stop. ‘Damn, a grenade isn’t going to take them all out.’
Ren who was just behind Sandra asked, “What’s the hold-up?”
“Men at the bottom of the stairs, grenades aren’t going to take them out.”
Hell Bright stood up and moved to the top of the stairs and she started to concentrate on something, her hands moving in a specific way, repeating the various positions. She could hear very faintly words being said, she didn’t understand any of them. Suddenly a ball no bigger than a foot maybe a foot and a half flew from her hands. She followed the path down the tunnel where at the bottom it hit the ground and exploded. The fireball that was created shot back up the tunnel with the edge of it coming to about half way up the tunnel. After it had cleared she saw that the men who had been down there were now crispy and black with charring. She went down at speed and at the first entrance to the deep line she headed down the stairs. The explosion had blackened the walls as well. She exited the passage way and could see the men down here were huddled together as what ever had done that was very powerful and something not to be messed with. She realised that if she had shouted ‘Boo’ a few would probably have heart attacks. She headed for the end of the platform and the door that led to a service tunnel that ran down both sides of the main tunnel. She looked around the platform at the remains of the Mole people’s homes, all of them had been busted up, computers smashed, walls ripped away from the sides, beds and other household furniture destroyed.
She opened the door hoping no security was beyond it. None was so she led the group though the service tunnel to the station nearest to the Club.
Stood on the platform at the exit were two suits of Power Armour, both of which turned and asked, “Nibola Calton?”
“Yes that’s me,” she replied.
“We’ve been sent to escort you back to the club.”
“Thanks,” she replied and followed one up the stairs and escalators. Back in daylight that was streaming through the larger station complex, she guessed that this one was a major junction building, probably had four or five major railways or sub-lines.
The two troopers were joined in the air by two more; both were using even more advanced versions. They both had long barrelled weapons and what looked like a couple of missiles under each wing. The engine blocks were much quieter than the ones she had heard on the trip to Misty’s.
After ten minutes of walking through the streets they reached the club, where Ren led the group through the maze of tunnels to the ground floor of the control room. Stood at the map table were four people. Richard and Jaboc along with the other two were smiling when they saw Ithian and he smiled back at them.
“Welcome back Ithian, I wish it was in better circumstances,” the left one of the pair said.
“Thank you Nicolai, Jane.” Ithian nodded at the pair. “I wish it was in better circumstances. I must thank this group for the professional way they met me and dealt with the problem of getting me here. You train your youth well.”
“Thank you, but they not trained by us, a lot of it is from needing to survive in a hostile and sometimes dangerous world,” said Jane.
“If you wouldn’t mind I think we will go and get changed and meet you in the canteen. I need some food,” she said realising she hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning and it was now almost 18:00 and she had been very active.
“Yeah and I need this looked at. Thanks to you for what you did, but I think the break is slightly more major than the treatment provided was aimed at dealing with and with the equipment carried.”
Jaboc walked over to one of the controllers who had indicated they wanted to see him.
Richard said, “Yes meet in the canteen in an hour.”
She nodded and the group turned as Jaboc walked back to them, where he said, “The club is now secure, we control the road on our north side and the area going two blocks east and a block west and three blocks south.” Jaboc said as he lent over the map table. “Map control zoom out to current area plus our controlled area.”
The friends now left and again Ren led them through the corridors to the armoury.
In front of the armoury window she turned and said “Well done everyone, that was an excellent operation, and especially well done Amy for her cool head and her quick thinking to engaging the corporate forces.”
When Nibs had finished everyone clapped and cheered Amy. Tina and Abs walked over and gave Amy a hug and said, “Welcome to the Vixens.”
Amy responded to both by giving them both a hug back and she said, “Thanks for inviting me.”
She then took her case down and opened the top. She placed her 260 in along with the rest of her weapons. “Ren what is the situation concerning the carrying of pistols on Club grounds?”
“Security are all armed with SMGs and Mk2 Black Light, the same version as you guys had. Other than that, both me and Hell Bright don’t generally. We carry our combat knives mainly and pistols when off the grounds.” After everyone had returned their cases to the main Armoury they all walked to the changing area, where they stripped off and headed for the communal showers down the left wall.
Chapter 5
After changing and walking to the canteen the group saw Richard with, a now very defiantly, Nicole and Jane sat at one of the tables. They seem to be looking at something on a tablet style computer. Jaboc was walking out of the food run with Ithian who had his arm in a cast and it also looked as if he had his left shoulder bandaged.
She led the group to the food run and they all collected a large meal, each.
When they had reached the end someone wearing chef whites walked out of the kitchen and said, “A bowl of food for the pup. We’ll make sure one is out in the morning and evening for him.”
“Thanks,” she replied and took the food bowl. Sandra who was behind her took the bowl that contained water. In the food bowl was a mixture of meat and biscuits.
The group walked to where the five adults were sitting and joined them.
Richard looked up and said, “Hi again guys. I guess you are wondering what the hell is going on?”
“Yeah,” she replied as they sat down. She placed the food bowl on the ground and Sandra placed the bowl of water beside it.
“Right, what we currently know about the situation is that it looks like Wacker and we think five light and mechanised infantry mercenary commands have taken control of this area.” On the Tablet screen was a map of the area under their control. “They don’t like the fact the Club has set up combat roadblocks directly opposing ones they’ve setup.”
“The other thing is that we are still looking in to the legal situation concerning water and electricity supplies,” said Jane. “From what we know the switch has been thrown through out the area and has effectively closed down most of the corporate controlled areas. The Corporate Enterprises and Cybertek sites are still working but that’s due to having advanced back-up generators, but even they can’t operate without water.”
On the projector screen that had been set up in the corner of the canteen came the leader of the largest party in Suraban government. His voice came over the speakers after one of the staff turned up the volume. The leader said, “I’m here to read a joint statement from the board of Wacker Inc and the government of Suraban. With the help of Wacker Incorporated the city is funding a major rejuvenation scheme in the area currently controlled by Wacker Security forces. The general plan is to demolish all unoccupied apartments, and I mean unoccupied as having less than three flats rented out and fully paid for, at least a month in advance.”
“What the feck is he on about,” Nicole said.
“Hang on,” said Jane, “Let him finish.”
“All the confirmed empty blocks have been listed for demolition, and after demolition Wacker Incorporated through its housing and construction arm will construct modern apartments to replace the ones torn down. No questions, thank you.”
“Leader of the Council, does it matter if the people are in occupation or not?”
“No, to my understanding they have been served with eviction notices.” The Leader of the Council turned and disappeared back into city hall.
Richard just stared at the screen. “That’s it. Bye Wacker.”
“Tell me about it,” said Nicole and she took out her PDU like item and started to compose a message. “If Wacker wants a land grab, they’ve picked the wrong corporations to go head to head against.”
Jane just huffed.
“If what you guys showed us is true then they’ve also gotten into bed with a major interdimensional corporation. The CSMR you saw, and we can confirm at least nine more, all originate from a corporation called Nanurai. From the reports other members of the Council have brought back, they are nasty and in the end they will collect payment from the parties on the contracts. They don’t care if it’s in the form of slaves, property, minerals or money, they do collect. It means the Conspiracy is also involved in this and we rarely take prisoners.”
Sandra looked at the group and asked, “Can I take it then the street at least are going to be fighting Wacker.”
“Very much so,” replied Jaboc. “We have an extraction team preparing to leave in about half an hour to go and get two elite operatives, Surat and Bret.”
“Then if I may suggest contact Sarah she should be informed as I know for a fact the Gangrels are not going to take this laying down.”
“Already done,” said Jane. “At the moment Sarah is preparing the Gangrel’s response to the take over, and if I know Sarah it’s not going to be a pleasant response.”
“Well Ithian, what brings you back here?” asked Nicole.
“What brings me back, a fuck up in the D-Door I was trying to cast. I was planning to arrive on Phase world and got dropped off here. What I do know is the building I was near is being used as a cultist base for worshipping something. I’ve not seen the statue before but it didn’t look nice. I almost got caught by the High Priest, and the goons you guys stopped had been sent by him to bring me back, he knew I was a Line Walker.”
“That changes a few things,” said Richard. “Would you say he was in possession of skills or abilities.”
“Don’t know, I would say abilities, but that’s only a guess on my part.”
She looked at Richard as he looked slightly spaced. She guessed he was mulling things over in his head.
“In the long run it does mean it is going to need looking at and I would say pretty quickly, as this and the Wacker issue may be interrelated,” said Richard when he had come back to the present and now.
“Not for the next couple of days it’s not,” said Jaboc. “At least six of the young ones have just been in a situation they’ve never been in before and should be allowed a couple of days to relax.”
“I agree with Jaboc,” said Jane. “This can wait, in a couple more hours we will have a full Echo Security Tactical unit on site, we can use them to contain the site. Plus we don’t have the forces to launch any major Conspiracy operations yet.”
Richard looked at Jane and Nicole and said, “I know, I wasn’t even thinking about launching any major operations until we can field at least four complete combat units, and we have one on site at the moment. You guys are now one of those units.”
She looked at Richard in utter shock. She then noticed everyone else including Ren and Hell Bright were also staring at him, again in shock.
“I concure,” said Nicole. “You all handled the patrol and the rescue of Ithian in a fashion that I would say marked you all as beyond professional. We in the Conspiracy look for those people, professional, understanding of situations and I would say you all are willing to go the extra mile to protect Darra Von.”
“I’ve already sorted out accommodation for all of you here in the main club,” said Jaboc. “You all understand that everything you guys do for the Conspiracy can not be told to anyone at all, unless they are in on it.”
She nodded that she understood. “A question, how much does Misty know?”
“Misty is a member of the Conspiracy, and has been for a few years now. The rest of her team know nothing of the work, to them she is their team leader. She is training them to make them ready to become members but they’ve not reached that point yet.”
‘That explains the smile.’ She took a piece of roast Jibum and also a piece of roast Tatan.
Ithian turned to Nicole and asked, “I have a question. Who received my Mana Call message, as I sensed it being received, but I also sensed something else, it was as if it got transferred?”
“I think I may have received your message Ithian,” replied Amy. “Hell Bright took it from me and that was how we knew about your situation.”
“Arh, right. Hell Bright may I say that the fireball was a little excessive but effective none the less.”
Hell Bright signed at Ren who translated the message, “Thanks Ithian.”
Ithian then looked as if he was concentrating on something and said, “May I say this I sense that both of you are powerful, but your aura is uncontrolled my dear.” Ithian was looking at Amy when he said it.
Amy cut a piece of meatloaf and shoved it into her mouth. “Until a couple of days ago I never knew I was different.”
“Whilst I am here, I am right in saying that my lab is still here?”
“Yes it is Ithian,” replied Jaboc.
“Yes then, whilst I am here I will teach you both some basic controls and a few basic spells that you both might find useful. Hell Bright other than the Fireball, what other spells do you know?”
Again Ren translated for his sister, “Fireball, Blink, Flesh to Stone, and a couple of simple spells that allow me to juggle small balls of fire and also help in my work here at the club.”
“Ok, give me a couple of days to get over the injury and then come and see me. We’ll start on teaching you two to control your abilities.”
She noticed both Nicole and Jane were not exactly staring at Ithian, but they did have looks of surprise on their faces. ‘I think Amy and Hell Bright might become something of a special team. That and us four anyway.’
*****
After dinner was finished and the plates cleared away the group followed Ren and Hell Bright led them to a large room in which was some Yallam Ball games, a large tele, a few computers and a few arcade machines. The rest of the evening was spent relaxing and enjoying the company of friends.
During the evening she said to Amy, “At some point over the next couple of days can I have a chat to you about the entire mission?” Nibs asked.
“Yeah no problem. Can we do it in a few days, what with everything that has happened over the last few days I want to have some time to think things through and try and work out where I’m going now, especially having the offer of someone helping me to understand my abilities. I have a feeling me being able to do what Hell Bright can do is only the start of the things I can do.”
“Yeah no problem, when ever you are ready.”
*****
The following morning in Command and Control stood Richard, Jaboc, Bret and Surat, who was heavily pregnant. Jane and Nicole both walked in from online conferences they had had with the chairs of the various companies, and the government of Echo County effected by Wacker moving to control the area.
As the pair approached the table Richard saw them smile at Bret and Surat, Bret had his arm around Surat’s waist.
Jane asked when they had arrived, “How are the pair of you and how long?” Jane indicated she meant the baby.
“Just under a week now, and I think we are both now fine thanks. We’ve already said thanks to Jaboc and Richard for the extraction yesterday evening.”
“We were waiting for you two before we made our report,” said Bret.
“Ok,” responded Nicole.
He looked at his older brother and sister and saw their faces’ were ones of concern.
“What we can tell you is that it looks like Sec Com are also involved. We saw a couple of four man units all packing advanced weapons move past the main doors of the apartment during the day, they all were heading south towards the Church of the Reformed.”
“When during the day?” asked Jaboc.
“About 03:30AN,” replied Bret.
He looked at the pair and said, “Right around the time of the fire fight.”
Jane looked at him and shook her head. “If those teams were heading for the fire fight, then it would mean Sec Com are also involved and highly likely providing the elite elements.”
Jaboc looked at the pair and asked, “How were your conferences?”
“Good would be the answer,” replied Nicole. “One of the Cybertek sites is on the borders and can be supplied via a storm drain. Site security has secured the drain 200metres from the fence line. The other is in a little bit more of a situation as they have no direct way of supply other than the Sub-way. Site security has not moved yet to secure the entrance way, they are waiting for reinforcements from other sites to be in the area which should be by late today, early tomorrow.”
Jane who had been working on a tablet computer looked up and said, “The Corporate Enterprises site here.” The site highlighted on the map table. “Currently has water supplies for five days, if it’s rationed then they should last for a couple of weeks. That’s not the issue, this is.” Two more sites highlighted both in the north, but completely surrounded by the area controlled by Wacker. “Both the sites are conducting research that the board of Corporate Enterprises, Echo Tech and Delatron Mineral Conversion does not want to ruin. Both sites are working on creating Anti-Matter on an industrial scale, rather than the small scale David Fost and Andrew Allburn were able to do at the Academy six years ago.”
“Hell!” exclaimed Jaboc and Bret.
“How close are they?” asked Bret.
A controller walked over and whispered something in Jaboc’s ear. Jaboc turned and walked to the station where he sat down at it.
“The last report given to the board of Delatron was they were a few months away from producing the first few pounds. It’s not that, the site is also this site of the actual reactor vessel it is to supply.” The larger of the two sites highlighted. “I can tell you now Delatron is preparing a military response to make sure the sites are supplied and kept supplied.”
Nicole took her PDU from her pouch and looked at an email it had just received. “Ok I can now confirm that the Prime-Minster has contacted the chair of Wacker and has informed him that the current siege situations surrounding all the sites linked to Echo Tech Inc is being looked upon in a serious light and may bring a serious response from them. He has contacted the two task forces in the Allan Straight and has placed overall command in mine and the council’s hands.”
Richard stared at Nicole. “What land units are assigned to the two?”
“The 3rd, 6th and 7th Seabourne Assault, the 12th Jaggen and the 10th Hakkan Heavy divisions. The 6th, Jaggen and the Hakkan have just undergone a refit and are now equipped with Conspiracy rated CSMRs, and combat vehicles.”
Jaboc stood up and returned to the table. “I have Captain Hoster on a secure channel.”
“Put him through,” said Jane.
On the screens above the map table appeared the Captain and two of his officers. They looked unhappy.
“Good morning Captain,” said Nicole.
“Good morning Nicole, Jane,” responded Captain Hoster and he looked a little more happy at the fact the pair were on site. “This is serious for you two to be present.”
“Not really, we’ve both retired to Life President positions and are here as Street Ghosts rather than as chairs. The chairs are being kept well informed of the happenings as it has affected a few corporate sites.”
“Ok. I was wondering what the hell is going on and if my force’s presence will help or hinder the situation.”
“At the moment, we are unsure of the total situation ourselves as we are still gathering information concerning it. From what we know, it would likely help the situation. Where are you at the moment?”
“We’re currently heading for the port of Ria-acap. I’ve promised the force some shore leave.”
“How many days out are you?”
The captain looked at his diary and replied, “One day at the current speed of 20 Hirrans.”
“Be ready, I would advise captain,” replied Nicole.
“No problem, I’ll broadcast to the fleet and organise shore leave rotas, the ones who’s been on duty the longest going first,” replied a tall blonde haired commander.
Richard felt his shoulder get tapped and he turned to face the person tapping it. He saw Sharra standing behind him. “You might want to see this, the street are looking like they are going to mobilize a full armed response to the Wacker Take-over.”
He looked at her in shock. “I thought they might. What type of response are they looking at launching?”
“Take a look, it’s all over BlackNet.”
He followed Sharra to her station and on the screen was a page from the Suraban Forum board. He looked at the screen and saw the page count was already in the high twenties. “That’s what? Into high 400 responses already, when was the topic started and who by?”
“This one was started by Harry Cutter, Andres son. It looks like a few notables have also responded, Damien, K-dog and others. It also looks like the world Street Ghost population are preparing to go to war against Wacker if what I read from the other boards is right,” said Sharra.
He smiled an evil smile at the thought of the world’s Street Ghost community going to war. “Wacker has no idea what’s about to hit.”
“No, and the rest of the Corporations should take note as well,” said Sharra. “I’ve noticed a trend on the boards towards a more militant aspect concerning the corporations and governments.”
He felt his PDU vibrate as it received a message. He took it out and looked at the sender, it was Damien. He opened the message and it read-
I’m seriously thinking about getting the team back together and helping in the upcoming war against Wacker, you up for it?
He hit the reply button and typed-
Bring the team to Club Milana and join the fight. I’m already here along with Nicole and Jane. I think the team might have increased by at least two assuming they are not busy with their own team.
He knew that would bring a response for Damien and likely bring him to the command centre as well.
He walked back to the table and said, “Guys, I think Wacker are have opened a Fradan box.”
“Your kidding Richard,” said Jaboc as Ithian walked into the command centre.
“No, Andres Cutter’s son started a thread and it has over 400 responses in, how many hours, Sharra?”
“It was started yesterday evening.”
“All of them are saying we heading to help kick Wacker from the area.”
Nicole smiled at the information. “Oh feck me.”
“And it looks like the Street Ghost community world wide is going to war as well.”
*****
At 13:00 the group of eight friends gathered in the garage and Nibs said to Amy, “Today we go shopping to gather you a new wardrobe. My treat.”
Amy looked at her and smiled. “Thanks Nibs.”
The group walked down into the main parking area and saw a unit of four Echo Tech Tactical response troopers getting ready. They were in a large room under the garage.
As the group walked past Ren said, “That is where the specialist power armours are kept.”
She nodded that she had heard him and thought, ‘If they’ve ordered the deployment of specialist equipment then they must think this Wacker incident is very serious and along with the cultist base this can only mean they are taking things very seriously.’
At the vehicles Paul asked Amy, “Do you want to drive hun?”
“Mm.” Amy looked as if she was thinking about it and said, “No. I want to just ride today.”
“Ok hun.” Paul gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Nibs climbed onto her motor-bike and rammed the kick start down. “Hun where would be a good place to go, and I don’t think it is wise we go to far from the club.”
“Githage has a branch in South Cliff District let’s go there and then spend the afternoon window shopping in Naks,” replied Sandra.
The group headed out of the back entrance and after a few minutes they were driving through the area the refugees had now made home. Even after one day the area was not looking that good.
As Ren drove the FAV through the street following the bikes both he and Hell Bright were looking around at the area. “This is not good sis. This area use to be so nice.”
“I know bro, but it’s up to us to get their homes back now.”
“I know.” He looked around and saw a couple of city security officers in an alley-way they had one young guy against the wall and they looked like they were roughing him up. In other places women worked the street corners for pimps and drug dealers.
When they drove towards the Naks shopping precedent they saw an Echo Security vehicle drive slowly past them, the officers looked as if they were looking for something, their heads were constantly moving looking at the various groups of youths and young adults.
The group parked up in the underground car-park and he said to Nibs, “Did you see the streets?”
“Yes I did. I’m not very happy with what I saw especially from the City Security units,” Nibs replied. “It’s something to look at, but as the adults said, we do not have the forces in place to help the refugees or the inhabitants.”
The group walked out of the car-park and right in front of them was Githage. The shop front was similar to the branch in North except it had a low wall on which the glass was resting, the door was in the middle and on either side was a couple of manikins all of them were wearing standard Gith clothes, baggies, tops with logos from the famous bands of the scene or various places the Gith community held special. The group walked in and just inside was a couple of early twenties Giths. Holstered at their waists was a MA4 pistol and beside the holsters was a long side handle baton.
The inside of the shop was similar to the other branch in that down one wall was the House of Gith and the rest of the shop was laid out in a similar manor except down the back were a few dresses from the High Line.
Amy turned to Nibs and asked, “How much?”
“What ever you think you need hun,” she replied, “I’m also going to buy a couple more items here.”
After an hour of browsing and trying on items Amy had purchased a complete new wardrobe. They took the bags back to the FAV and placed them all in the storage compartment under the hood.
The group returned to the precident where she suggested, “Coffee I think?”
“Yeah,” responded everyone else.
Sandra asked, “Any good places, Ren, Hell Bright?”
Ren stood thinking for a second and replied, “Naks Coffee Emporium is good.”
“Does it serve Chai?” she asked.
“It does, I’ve not tried it, but people say it is good,” replied Ren after Hell Bright had signed something.
The friends turned down the precident and started towards Naks Coffee Emporium.
She looked around whilst her and Sandra’s arm were intertwined. The crowds seemed nervous, she could not place the nervousness to any specific event other than the starts of the Wacker takeover and the refugees that suddenly descended on the communities. She hopped the Street Ghosts would fight Wacker as it might set a precident that becomes unstoppable in a few years.
From the Creation Universal store on the right hand side ran gent who looked around 22, 23 years old, he was wearing a blue hooded top and the hood was up covering his head. In the gents hands were a couple of high tech items. She released Sandra’s arm and moved so she was closer to the path of the thief. The thief sprawled over her leg and stumbled for a few steps. Two Creation Universal Store Security persons, one a woman the other a man, were in close purisut of the thief. As he stumbled, after tripping over her leg, they grabbed his jacket and he ended up in the air and landing hard on the concrete slabs that made the walk-way.
The gent grabbed the items from the thief’s hand and the woman heaved him into the air. The two security guards walked him past the friends. The pair smiled, ‘thanks’ at them. The thief’s face was one of ‘You’ll pay for that’. She just smiled at the thief and thought, ‘In your dreams mate.’
The friends approached the end of the precident the sign for Nak’s Coffee Emporium was gently blowing in the light breeze. They took up some seats in the front, Daraus sat under the table whilst Ren Paul and Abs all dragged chairs over.
“Did you see the thief’s face when the two grabbed him?” asked Paul when the waiter walked over to them.
“I did Paul, such a horrid face as well, as if he thinks he can get even with us.”
The waiter asked, “Can I take your orders please?”
The group gave their drinks to him and he disappeared back inside to sort it.
“What does Chai Latte taste like? I’ve seen it advertised on menu boards, but I’ve never tried it,” asked Amy.
“That depends massively on what type you try, I know of eight different receipts being served from coffee shops. That doesn’t include my own receipt or those from friends I know. The nicest one I’ve tasted is the type that Demology Café serves, sweet, but not to sweet, and the various spices do make it a good drink. We do have a supply of Big Malla’s Chai, but I want to know what the ingredients are so I can make my own.”
A few minutes later the waiter returned carrying a tray on which was eight tall cups and a small plate on which was the bill.
When the waiter had placed all the cups and plate down Ren picked up the bill and handed the waiter a 20deck note and he disappeared back inside. “Is it me or does the area seem like it’s on a knife edge?” Ren picked up his cup of Latte and took a sip.
“I’ve felt the same,” Nibs replied. “It’s as if the area is nervous about something. I just can’t place what it’s nervous about.” She took a sip and as the various spices hit the mouth she smiled as this was a slightly new flavour than the other’s she had tried and liked.
“Nibs, may I try some?” asked Amy.
“Yeah, of course,” she replied and passed Amy her mug.
Amy tasted it and placed the cup back down and smiled as the spices and other ingredients were tasted. “Very nice, I think I’ll have to try some soon.”
“Most coffee shops sell it,” said Ren. “I think the canteen at the club has some, it’s kept in the kitchen in a large urn by the door for staff to help themselves.”
She looked at Ren and smiled at the fact. Walking down the precident came three Giths all of them looking around and they smiled when they saw the group sitting at the table.
The three walked over and one of them asked, “What Unit?”
“The Bitch Vixens, what unit?” replied Sandra.
“South Cliff Mashers,” said the same person. “You guy’s involved in the problems?”
“If you mean are we involved in getting Wacker to give up the area they seized, yeah we all are,” Nibs replied. “You three want to join us?”
The one who seemed to be the leader looked at his watch and said, “Can’t, we have to be someplace soon.”
“Ok, we hope to see you on the front lines,” said Paul and smiled at the three.
“We’ll try and make it,” said another member of the group. The group then stood and left the friends sat, drinking their drinks.
*****
Sat in a small plain office in Wacker Headquarters was Sergant Deems, the most senior of the security troops to survive the first real engagement of the war. Sat opposite him was a grey skinned female and a similar skinned male, they both looked like they had considerable amount of cyberware beneath the skin.
“You are telling us that all you saw was two foot across balls of white energy and these destroyed the APC from the inside out,” asked the female.
“Yes, that along with the fact they had advanced armours and they all seemed to be using APEX ammunition. We tried to pin them down but they had an escape route,” he replied.
“Yeah and another 10 dead. You have no more information to give us on the matters?”
“No, I wish I could help,” he replied. ‘I know one thing, who ever that was I want to know who they are. That equipment was far more advanced than anything I’ve seen or heard about on the forum boards.’
*****
“What the feck, this should have gone without any casualties, now I hear we lost 16, 10 to being burnt to death. How the feck did they burn to death?” the chairman asked sitting behind his desk on the top floor of the head quarters.
“That we are still looking into,” replied a grey skinned female. “From the reports it was as if a nuclear explosion had happened, according to one report. The other weapons used included MA260s D300s and what we think is some form of advanced plasma weapon. We have versions but they are still on the drawing boards of Sec Tech.”
Chapter 6
Savraday 20th Auar 09:30BN
Amy and Paul were laying in their guest apartment. The pair were enjoying the warmth of each other when Amy said, “The last few days have been hectic as hell. What with you guys taking me out of school and then the invite and Nibs’ birthday, the restaurant and club, and then straight into a fully fledged war.”
“I know hun,” responded Paul, “But welcome to the world of the Vixens. We have weeks like that, when one thing just leads into the next thing, but then we can weeks we do feck all, and you do wonder why you do it.”
She looked up at the ceiling and thought, ‘I love it, the life, and I love Paul, Nibs, Sandra, Abs and Tina. I love Hell Bright and Ren. I love this culture that is the only way to see it; I love the Street and Gith culture.’ “Yeah,” she replied smiling. “Then the fun starts all over again.”
“That’s it,” said a voice from the darkness.
She recognized the voice as Nibs’. ‘This is strange, I never took Nibs for being that way inclined.’
“Nibs is that you?” asked Paul.
“Pretty close Paul well done,” said Nibs as she turned the dimmer switch up a bit. Ren was stood at the foot of the bed.
Ren then said in exactly the same voice as the earlier voice, “Good morning Amy and Paul.”
“We where wondering if you two love birds, wanted to join us this morning for some combat sparing, Richard, Jane, Jaboc and Nicolai, have said they would join in, teach, practice and critique,” said Nibs.
“Sounds like a bit of fun,” said Paul.
She looked at Nibs and thought, ‘If I didn’t already love Paul. I would for you Nibs in a big way.’
“It should be as the plan is for everyone to wear basic black light. Which will mean we can fight closed fist and at full power and hopefully avoid breaking bones and such.”
“Now that sounds like an idea,” she said. She swung her legs out, and realised very quickly both Ren and Nibs were still in the room. “Feck me Ren, I think the Vixens have an open policy on things, but I am a night shirt. NOW GET.”
As Ren and Nibs disappeared up the passageway past the bathroom she called, “Where you two going?”
“Canteen,” said Nibs.
Paul joined her and swung his legs out and took the Cambar cigarette that was in the ashtray and said, “See you in a bit then.”
“Oh yeah, two coffees on the side,” called Nibs as she shut the door.
“Coffee, where!” exclaimed Paul.
“Right here,” she said and passed him the other cup.
“Thanks hun.”
The guest room they where living in was about seven metres square. A couple of wardrobes, a dressing table, a couple of comfy chairs and a large double bed made up the rest of the furnishings. Other than that is was simple but effective. She walked up the short corridor and turned left into the en-suite bathroom.
When she returned Paul was up and had finished his coffee and disappeared into the bathroom, and when he came back she was putting on her new boots, which she had bought the previous day. “Come on slow coach,” she said.
Paul quickly grabbed his trousers and quickly put them on and they are closely followed by Paul's boots. She had already grabbed her shoulder holster and put it on.
“Hun, a piece of advice, always check the ammunition is there, you never know,” said Paul.
“Thanks,” she said. She slid the Y7 out and checked the ammunition in the magazine. After sliding it home she opened the door and was stepping out when Paul came around the corner in hot pursuit. “Hey hang on hun.”
“Yeah I am just this side of the door,” she said as Jane walked past her on route to the canteen.
“Have you one up the spout or not?” asked Paul.
“Don't know,” she said and smiled at Jane who returned the smile and waited for the pair.
“Hi Amy, oh. Hi Paul,” said Jane as Paul stopped in the entrance and made sure he had everything.
“Keep one in the spout,” said Jane. “It speeds reaction times, as you can draw cock and shoot, faster than draw, load and shoot.”
“I’ve got everything I need for the day. Let’s go and get some breakfast.”
“You heading for food then?” asked Jane when the group started to walk towards the ramp down into the Canteen.
“Yeah, then to the armoury to change for the sparring session,” said Paul.
“Yeah good point, I did say I would enjoy a good workout. I think it will be interesting actually. I know Richard, Jaboc and Nicolai have all said their up for it and I think Ithian may watch if he doesn’t join in.”
“It does sound fun,” she said. “Can I ask you a couple of questions that have been bugging me?”
“Ask away, I’m very much like my brother and half sister. I have no secrets.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at Jane’s reply. “What’s it like to run one of the most powerful mega corps and being one of the leading powers behind the Conspiracy?”
Jane laughed out loud. “The big one first.” Jane paused and continued, “It’s a fun, its actually quite fun, on one side I get to see the Corps, how they do business, how they try and cover their more nefarious schemes and on the other, I get to.” Again Jane paused and thought for a bit and continued, “No you can’t say it any other way, get my lovely hands dirty in the trenches.”
“I mean you’re what 300 years old, from what Richard said on Ulleam, doesn’t it get annoying that the corps never learn, they can’t win,” she said as the group turned down the ramp to the canteen.
“No, I find it quite interesting especially when the Corporation conducting some illegal activity has a large army massed some place in the mega verse, but is powerless to use cause in doing so they would start a war none of them can win, cause what starts here may spread, and they know that. The best bit is seeing how underhanded they can be in their schemes at world domination via the backdoor.”
*****
Sat in the canteen were Nibs, Sandra, Tina, Abs, Ren and Richard.
“It should be an interesting session this, especially with Nicole and Jane both getting involved,” said Richard. “I wonder if Ithian will watch, I remember the last time he was here, he enjoyed sparing with some of the students at the Academy.”
“Yeah it should,” Nibs said. “Ithian has been here before?”
“Yeah it was when he taught Sharra and Emily to be Line Walkers. I still think the pair carries their training toys.”
She noticed Jane, Paul and Amy, enter the canteen and head for the food run. Nothing was out on the run as the kitchen staff had cleared it at 09:30BN. She watched Jane lead the pair to the kitchen doors and she opened the kitchen door and after a few minutes she closed it and led the group to where the others were sitting. Ithian and Nicole walked in from the direction of the Armoury and also walked towards the group.
When Jane had arrived she sat down beside her and said, “Good morning Nibs. This should be an interesting session, all of us sparring with True Adepts and I think experts in Gangrel Street. It will be interesting to see how Gangrel Street has progressed over the years.”
“What Jane?” she asked sounding some what surprised at what Jane had said.
“Oh, you don’t know the history of the Gangrels, Nibs?”
“No,” she replied shaking her head at the same time.
“Right, myself and Sarah started the Gangrels 150 years ago to provide the Conspiracy with well trained caring foot troops. We invented Gangrel Street as a way of bringing people together as training you were always being watched and critique by the rest of your group. Everything a Gangrel does during basic training is designed around being a team player and a unit member.”
“Arh. Sandra said something about most of the new members go and do Basic Training, only in a few cases does basic training not happen.” Her face was one of ‘now I understand’.
“How long have you been a member then Nibs?”
“Since the Frodar 14th Juwar, I was asked if I wanted to join at the party the Bitch Vixens held to celebrate the end of the exams and schooling. It was also the time I came out of the closet and became Nibs.”
“Interesting, and might I say you have turned into one hell of a unit leader, I’ve noticed all of the group look up to you. You have an understanding of the streets and, I don’t know, but you seem to understand people.”
She smiled at Jane’s description of her. “I think you’ll find I know how people will react to events and how various stimulai will effect the reaction. Take this situation, across the street to Home Base was a drug dealers home that controlled the local community through loans and similar. Because of where Amy lived right next door, she was bullied by a group of students. Me, Sandra, Tina, Abs and Paul all decided that it’s time for them to move, and so we go in full force, fully armed and by being vicious and very blunt, they leave. They thought they had rights, and yes they do if we had been security, but as we were Street Ghosts, they got the message and left the following day. We need to check to see if they have left.” She looked up and noticed Hell Bright was walking towards the group carrying something, just behind her was Nicole.
Hell Bright sat beside Amy and reached over, she tapped Ren on the shoulder who then smiled at his sister. Hell Bright signed something.
As Ren said, “Amy, please accept this gift as a gift of friendship and the offer of me helping you and us both learning from Ithian whilst he is here.” The same words Amy heard in her mind. “At some point I will tell you why I don’t talk.”
Hell Bright then handed her the item she was carrying. She looked at the small leather bound book. On the cover were a few strange looking patterns of lines. As she looked at the various groups of lines she saw that took the form of symbols and runes she had seen on her father’s shrine. The more she looked at them the more she realised, ‘I know what they mean. That’s Teeam which is protection. That’s the rune for Cruum.’
She looked around the friends sitting with her and saw everyone of them had smiles of their faces. ‘Damn it, I am going to become something more, I have friends, people likely willing to train me and a friend who is also learning.’ “Teach me Hell Bright.”
She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and the lips of Paul kiss her on the neck. She looked around and looked into the face of her partner. “And everyone else, teach me what I need to know.”
“We will Amy, that I promise,” replied Paul.
“If everyone has finished breakfast she we head for the armoury so we can get ready.” Everyone got up and headed for the armoury after placing the dirty bowls and plates on the racks.
Everyone entered the Armoury as Ithian walked in the opposite direction and stopped, he lent against the railing for a ramp which led into a second level.
Nibs walked into the area between two runs of lockers and heard Nicole ask Ithian, “You going to come and watch, it might be interesting.”
“Yeah I will,” responded Ithian.
As everyone got changed Sandra said, “You and me hun?”
“No, Paul. Me and you?”
Paul looked at Nibs and replied, “Ok, armed or unarmed?”
“I don’t mind.” She slid the knee pad into its pocket and sealed the top closed. She took from the case the plates that made the back of the leg protection for her left knee.
“Armed, I fight with short blades.”
“No problem, I’ll fight with my short staves, rather than the Naj Blades.”
Jaboc walked through the armoury on route to some place when he stopped and turned towards the lockers. “I wasn’t planning on joining the session, but seeing you all getting ready, I think I will.” Jaboc then opened his locker and removed his t-shirt.
The friends all move to the middle between the two sides of lockers. She saw Jaboc look and think about something. “Use the main club the rings are still present from Ulleam.”
“Ok,” responded Richard and led everyone towards the back entrance and the ramp up to the main building.
“Amy, how much street fighting have you done?” she asked as they walked up the ramp.
“None, I have vague memories of dad teaching me and Bill some basics but that was over 10 years ago,” replied Amy.
“Allow me Nibs,” replied Jane. “I’ve been told I’m very good at the basics and you never know that training might come back.”
She smiled at the pair and thought, ‘You impress me Jane, you, Nicole, Richard.’
*****
Inside the main club the raised area is still present with the four rings that closed the evening’s entertainment. Nibs, Paul, Nicole, Richard, Abs and Tina all take to the rings, with Nibs and Paul in one, Nicole and Richard in a second and Tina with Abs in the third.
Paul stood opposite her, in his hands were a pair of short blades. They were about the same length as her Naj Blades. In Nibs’ hands were her short staves, both running up her arms. She placed her left fist in front of her face and placed her right one just above and then she dipped her head in respect at Paul.
Paul dipped his head in response and swung his right blade at her upper left arm. As the attack started she had the left stave in place to block and her right foot on route towards Paul’s head. Paul ducked under the first foot but completely missed the fact she had started a spin which meant her left heel was also coming in as well. As the right foot touched the ground the left heel hit Paul’s left shoulder and the armour went ridged and stopped the actual damage from transferring to the wearer.
“Nice combo Nibs,” said Paul as he rubbed the area. “I felt that impact.”
“That’s the idea Paul. Fight at a power level that will be felt and full speed. Then if you get hit you know about it and can learn.”
Ren stood at the side watching the fight said, “Even I missed the left heel, and I’m experienced in the realm of street fighting.”
She then continued and brought her right stave in and picked up the back of Paul’s knee. Her left stave she brought and placed enough force to knock Paul from this vertical base through the point of no-return and into over balance. Paul ended up on his back with her looking down offering her stave to help him back up.
Outside the ring sat on the first level were Amy and Jane. Jane asked Amy, “How much do you remember?”
“Very little,” Amy replied. “The only time I’ve actually hit anyone with enough force to hurt was on Ulleam when I broke Abilgail’s nose. I used this.” She showed Jane the position for a Flat palm strike.
“Do you know that attack’s name?” asked Jane.
After a couple of seconds she replied, “No.”
“That is a flat palm strike and it used exactly how you used it in breaking bones and shattering joints. How about defences?”
“Again not really I think it might when I start practicing, I realised sat in the canteen I knew what the runes were on the cover of my Spell Book.”
It was Jane’s turn to look shocked. “How could you, you’ve never been taught. Have you?”
“No I think I would remember something like knowing the names of and functions of runes.”
She noticed Jane slightly shake her head at something. “Ok, if your ready. What type of close quarter weapon do you see yourself favouring?”
“Something along the lines of these style.” She showed Jane the two blades her father had given her on the Darabar.
Jane smiled at the pair and took the shorter one. Jane unscabbarded the short Karack blade and looked at it. “If I didn’t know better I would say this was made a very long time ago. I would say before the meteorite hit. Which would make these blades probably older the 2600 years,” said Jane as if she was musing over something. “Do you know how the previous owner came in to possession of them?”
“Yes, the previous owner is my father Duggie.”
“Accept my appologise then.”
She smiled at Jane and replied, “Accepted. Dad did say I shouldn’t mention this to anyone I don’t trust, and I trust you Jane. My father is a Chaing-Ku dragon.”
Jane’s eyes opened wide and she just stared with her mouth hanging slightly open. “You must be mistaken he can’t be, the last Chaing-Ku left Darra Von 270 years ago.”
“No Jane I know what dad told me Torbar evening, I also saw pictures of him and my mum Sam. He was in his lizard form in some of them. You must be adopted by Duggie then as Chiang-Ku can’t have children with a human.”
“They can if the woman has the copier mutation.”
Jane again stared at her. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“One older brother and two younger sisters and one younger brother, why?”
“All by Sam?”
She nodded ‘yes’.
“Amy I think you and Sam could be the saviour of the race. They are a dying race, some scholars estimate 3000 years and we won’t have any Chaing-Ku left in the mega-verse. Which would be a travisety, they are a noble race with many fine examples of why people should be helped.” Jane stood up and said, “Let’s re-start your training, and if your father did as good a job as I think he would have, then you will be in the rings in no time.”
*****
After twenty minutes of Nibs and Paul sparring and Paul learning a lot, as was she. She was learning the methods the Gangrels used in their street fighting. ‘Gangrel Street is vicious and very to the point.’
Paul said, “Enough Nibs, you’ve battered me around this ring.”
“You’ve done the same to me Paul,” she replied as she helped him up again. “You know how to fight the gangs of Suraban and likely fighters from the various schools and similar, I know how to street fight in the arenas of places like Ajar, Teabban, and other similar sites. I need to learn a lot myself. I have the skill base I don’t have much experience.”
Paul looked shocked at her. “You lacking experience, no way Nibs, you are excellent you see an opening and go for it, your blocks and dodges happen long before you are under threat from being hit.”
She smiled at Paul’s words. “Those are due to more being an adept than anything else and having trained with people learning similar fighting skills.”
Paul turned and jumped down, he was replaced by Sandra who said, “You and me hun?”
“Yeah, give me a chance to recover,” she said and like lightning used her right short stave to stab Sandra in the gut area.
Sandra moved as the attack came in. “You bitch.”
“Nice dodge, you remember the third rule of fighting me, expect the unexpected.”
“What like this.” Sandra swung her fist in towards her gut area and she dodged back and missed the opposite fist as it came in and landed against her cheek.
“Nice attack.” She went down and started a spin which brought her leg around and the speed of the spin swept Sandra’s legs out and she sat down rather hard.
“Bitch.”
“I know I am hun,” she replied. “I use momentium to assist me. You punch to the face started the spin move.” She looked at where Richard was standing watching, Nicole and Ithian were also both watching.
“Damn Nibs is good. All she needs I think to become a Tiranna master is self control and experience,” Richard said from outside the ring.
“Tell me about it,” said Nicole. “I would love to know how come though. You said you were the last of the Tiranna Masters Richard.”
“I am, to my knowledge that is.”
*****
After spending a good twenty minutes practicing and re-learning the skills her father had taught her Amy and Jane both sat down to watch the various fights in the rings. Nibs and Sandra were fighting in the ring.
“Watching those two and the others, I have a lot to learn,” Amy said.
“No you don’t Amy. You have all those skills, they are just not at the front of your mind, with experience and practice you will. With out knowing what fighting skills your father was trained in, I would say you have the potential to become very skilled.”
She noticed Ithian and Hell Bright walk towards where the pair was sitting. Ithian asked, “May we join you?”
“Yes,” responded Jane. “I need to go and have a work out, so I’ll leave you three to chat.”
“Ok, thanks for the lesson Jane,” she said as Jane left and headed for the rings.
“Anytime.”
Ithian and Hell Bright both sat down. Hell Bright said in Amy’s mind, “For the period Ithian is here he is willing to help us learn the arts of Line Walking.”
She looked at Ithian in shock which after thinking about what Hell Bright had said turned to a one of smiles. “Thank you Ithian.”
“Your welcome, both of you. Last time I was here I trained Sharra and Emily to be Line Walkers as well.”
Hell Bright looked at Ithian as if to ask, ‘Sharra from here’?
“Yes Sharra from here Hell Bright. I see she never told you she was a Line Walker. I think Emily is the same, she keeps that knowledge hidden from people unless they already know. It’s to protect them selves and others if it was to get out.”
She along with Hell Bright smiled and saw Paul walking towards them. “Hun, you up for some practice?”
She sat there and replied, “Yeah, I am.” She stood up and followed Paul towards the rings.
“Armed or unarmed hun?” asked Paul.
“You choice, as the whole point is for me to learn.”
The pair climbed into the ring as Nibs and Sandra finished and jumped down, only to be replaced by a couple of new people.
“Unarmed.”
“No problem,” she replied as Paul turned to face her and dipped his head to her. She bowed and took up a traditional defensive stance. She looked around and saw quite a few of her friends were watching the fight. She smiled as from the 20 minutes with Jane, a lot more of the skills her dad had taught her had become re-learnt.
Nibs stood watching Amy and saw in her body something she had not seen in any of the others. She seemed to glow a faint dark green. With out knowing what Sandra saw her she looked at people’s auras she would have said it was an aura of sorts. She watched the pair and as she stood in her defensive stance she saw it was similar to the stance Sensei Hume had taught them and the other students when they first started at the school.
Paul came in using a stance similar to the street fighters that had a base in the South Aticcian fighting art of Gittar (Jet-a-tar). Paul lashed out a punch kick combo and Amy pulled back as the punch came in and as the kick landed she again went with the blow. As Paul brought the attacks back Amy twisted and launched a punch, punch, kick combo and all three attacks hit. Each impact forced the armour to go solid and they also forced Paul onto the defensive.
Sandra said to her, “That was a nice counter.”
“Yeah it was,” she responded. “Paul’s on the defensive and Amy is on the attack.”
Amy span down Paul’s left hand side and landed right back heel against his back. Amy span away as Paul was forced to take a couple of steps and stop.
Paul turned and said, “That was a sneaky attack.”
“Learn from it Paul. Expect the unexpected,” she said from outside the ring. “Who taught you Amy?”
“My dad did when I was two or three. Jane has helped in unlocking the training.”
She nodded her understanding of the training.
*****
A little while later Nibs saw Richard was stood on the first floor chatting to someone. She looked closely at the gent and recognized him as Damien Cameron. She walked over with Daraus at her heels as Sandra was sparring against Sam, Sharra’s number two in the Club security department.
“Hi Damien,” she said. She looked at him as if to say, ‘It would have been nice to have heard from you’.
“Sorry, do I know you?” asked Damien.
Richard looked at Damien and replied, “Do you remember when I emailed you I said the team may have increased by two?”
“Yeah I do, I was wondering what you meant by that,” replied Damien.
Richard replied, “Meet one half of that pair, Nibola Calton also know as Nibs and you knew her as Nick Calton.”
Damien looked at her, his eyes opened wide in shock. “My creator!” exclaimed Damien. “Saying that I do see Nick in you Nibs, and may I say you look very cute in that.” Damien’s face was one of mirth as he said that.
“Thank you Damien,” she responded. “I hope to add the breasts in a few months, but this is as close as I can get it. Richard forgot one member of the partnership and that was Daraus.” She bent down and picked up Daraus and gave his head a ruffle. “Some people should learn that as a Gangrel I accept all as equal, no matter what that person is or may be.”
“I saw you fighting the female, from what I could remember of you when you and Richard sparred, you’ve gotten better.”
“The female as you called her, is actually my partner Sandra.”
Damien looked rather embarrassed at the fact. “Sorry Nibs.”
“Not to worry.” She looked at the fighters in the rings and saw Jane was fighting Nicole and Jaboc. Sharra was going at a bloke she had seen in the armoury on the Darabar.
“Can I ask, was it you know had the fight here on Ulleam?” asked Damien.
“It was,” she replied. “I wonder where Metzza went to when he left here.”
“That was a vicious fight you had. I could feel the impacts and I was watching it on the net.”
“Thank you. Richard, who’s Sharra fighting?”
Richard looked at the rings and replied, “That’s Benny the master of arms here at the club. He runs the specialist armoury courses the club runs for the Street Ghosts and the City and Echo Tech Security forces.”
Benny landed a double kick, elbow attack and this caused Sharra to go face down and then roll out of the way as Benny went to stamp down on her back. Sharra back rolled and thrust kicked Benny in the upper chest and neck area. Benny stopped and allowed Sharra to regain her vertical base.
“Nibs, would you, and your partners be interested in joining me on a Street Ghost operation paying 250K each?” asked Damien.
“Yeah, when would you be looking at going and who else is on the team?” she asked.
“Andres Cutters, Richard, Nicole if she’s up for it and a couple more. The employers want to listen in on a conference that is happening in a hotel on the north west side. From the intelligence from them, even with the Wacker problems the meeting is still going ahead, and it likely to incorporate profiting from the current situation.”
“Who’s the group we’re going to bug?” she asked and noticed Richard was intermating the same.
“One of the major crime syndicates. A second one are the employers.”
“I’m all for that,” said Richard whilst his face was one of smiles. “Having some competition in the crime families is good, it make’s our lives more fun.”
*****
After a couple of hours the friends gathered in the changing section of the armoury, where she suggested, “Anyone know a place off club where we can relax for the afternoon before getting ready for the Gathering this evening?”
“The beach house,” replied Ren. “It’s where me and Hell Bright grew up before coming here. Dad and some of the local notables hold parties and similar there.”
“Now that sounds like a good place to go to,” said Paul.
Chapter 7
“Whilst we are there we can start to think about getting you your own bike Amy,” she said.
“I’m not ready for my own motor-bike,” said Amy.
Ren looked at her and then said, “Rather than us look let the Club look, you never know you might get a motor-trike instead.”
She look happy with the idea.
Ren turned and walked towards one of the guys working on a pick-up. One of the guys looked over at the group and smiled at Ren. The gent took a note book and wrote something, he then turned and headed for a store area. Ren walked back to the group and said to Amy, “Fred, the head mechanic said he has the prefect bike for you Amy.”
Fred walked out pushing a low bike. The seat was low in the bike, not high over the back wheel, the back wheel, which was more two black racing bike tires were in a box behind the seat. Running from the around the front wheel was a full fairing. Fred pointed at Amy and then indicated like a old fashion mime did that it was hers.
“The motor is a 120kw electric in the box, the power is provided by an 125kw water fuelled fuel cell, it’s the same that’s in the FAVs,” said Ren.
Amy walked to it and looked down at it and said, “Thank you Fred, you will have to teach me how to maintain it.”
Fred took out his note book and wrote something.
Nibs along with everyone else headed down into the car-park and quickly the all drove up the ramp and waited for Amy to join them.
Fred walked towards the group pushing the motor-bike, she stared at it. ‘That’s mine.’
In her head came Hell Bright’s voice, “Hun, when Fred gives something, accept it. These gifts are given rarely and only to those he respects, I think someone might have said you’re very new to the scene and Darabar was your first operation ever.”
She looked at Hell Bright and smiled at her. Hell Bright just simply returned the smile with one of her own.
Ren said something about the motor being electric, she was still caught up in the fact someone she had never met before today was giving her something that must be worth 14,000dks.
She walked towards it and said, “Thank you Fred, you will have to teach me how to maintain it.”
Fred smiled and took out his notebook and wrote, ‘I will. From the reports you handled yourself well on Darabar.’
She looked at Fred asking, “What do you mean?”
Fred wrote, ‘One of the controllers, works as a mechanic.’
She looked at Fred and said, “Now I understand.” She stepped over and sat down. She placed her left foot on the foot plate and Fred pointed at the button on the right controller. She pressed it and the electrics went live. The screen in front of her had a digital readout and said, 5kw. Down the left hand side was various indicators they were all off on the right hand side was the fuel meter which read full. Also under the fuel indicator was a section, dimmed saying ‘Vehicle Control System’ ‘I wonder what that it.’ She heard the vehicles come up the ramp.
“Ren, Hell Bright as you know the way, you have point,” said Nibs.
She looked at Hell Bright and saw she wasn’t wearing a communication rig.
Ren pulled up the ramp heading for the front of the club. She turned the throttle and the number in the kW rose, she released and gingerly lifted her foot from the ground. The bike didn’t fall over, she placed her right boot on the foot plate and she felt the bike change slightly. She operated the throttle again and this time the bike moved and on a digital read out beneath was displayed three zeros’.
As Abs turned up the ramp out she slowly followed Abs, she removed her right foot and the bike started to slow. She put it back and the bike accelerated again. She quickly caught up the guys as they left the club grounds and turned south. They passed under the CW6 and where the main road forked, Ren took the right hand fork and headed for the coast. A short while later the group pulled up outside a set of large gates. Ren did something at the front and the gates opened and they group drove up the short driveway. In front of them was a small building, with a set of double doors and a couple of windows either side. Ren walked up to the door and opened it, he disappeared inside and a couple of minutes later he pulled the double doors open.
He turned and walked down a set of stairs that ran down. They started some four metres in. Hell Bright led the group to the cloak room where everyone hung up their jackets.
Nibs walked just behind Hell Bright as she walked down the stairs to the landing that ran both ways. The group exited the passage way into a large open area, the ground some twenty feet beneath them. The bridge they were on was supported from the roof by cables, running down from the roof to the ground was a long thin pole and in front of it was a gate. She looked over the landing and saw a large open plan area the entire wall facing the sea was glass. The floor was a very large living area, a large open plan kitchen and a bar, standing behind which was Ren filling eight glasses with Cabilla.
Hell Bright opened the gate and grabbed the pole and was a couple of seconds later stood on the floor.
Ren looked up and said, “Hi, welcome to the Beach House.”
She opened the gate and soon joined Hell Bright on the floor. Daraus trotted down the landing and down the stairs at the end.
Ren said when everyone was at the bar, “I thought about just spending it enjoying the sun and the pool outside.”
“That is a great idea, but none of us have swimming costumes,” she said.
“Not a problem,” said Ren. “Dad holds events here and has a supply of swimming gear in the changing rooms.”
“Shall we invite Misty and the rest of the guys,” suggested Tina.
“Why not,” said Sandra. “Why not invite Misty and the Raiders to the Gathering this evening.”
“Now that is a good idea,” said Paul, he then took a mouthful of Cabilla.
After the drinks were finished, the group followed Ren and Hell Bright to the changing rooms, which were off a corridor that ran away from the back wall. The pair led them into the two one for men and the other for women, in both were racks where different types of costume were hung up. The friends changed and soon were walking out onto the veranda that over the sea and cove.
The veranda was a large affair with a 20metre long by ten metre wide swimming pool and a large ten person hot tub/spa to the right hand side. Around the pool were sun-loungers and easy chairs, a few tables also dotted the area. Running from both sides was a long ramp that took people to the beach proper five metres below them.
Nibs and Sandra walked to a pair of loungers and Daraus jumped up onto one of the loungers at the foot and lay down.
“Bath him today hun?” she asked Sandra.
“Yeah, might as well.”
Paul who was also sitting on a lounger asked, “Ren how come, this must be expensive. Private Cove?”
“Yeah private cove, dad’s last Ghost operation earnt him 1.2million decks, dad has 35million in cash and another 15million in stocks and shares. One of the first lessons dad taught us, was take payment in shares, they may be worth less to a Street Ghost, but by running a proxy, you get the final accounts and reports automatically sent to you, you can attend the main meetings and you have the right to walk into any office and demand to see the local accounts,” replied Ren. “Me and Hell Bright have 100,000dcks worth of shares in Forden, and Bratish Airliners from our last two operations.”
“Nice amount of money tied up there,” said Paul.
Nibs stood and walked to the pool side and slid in, she grabbed one of the two airbeds that were floating on the water. Sandra picked Daraus up and passed him to her and she placed him on the airbed and then she pushed it slightly so it drifted out into the middle of the pool.
“Why did you do that,” asked Tina.
“It’s time Daraus had a bath, pool, bath time,” she said. “Especially if he wants to come this evening that is.”
A short while later a buzzer went and Ren reached down to a small control box and asked, “Who is it.”
“It’s Gary, Darla and the Twins, Misty and the Raiders couldn’t make it.”
“Come in, we’re on the Veranda out the back, the front door is open,” replied Ren.
A couple of minutes later the rest of the friends walked out of the door and stood looking at the scene.
“Swimming costumes are in the changing rooms down the corridor this side of the bar, and the bar is open,” said Ren.
The four friends walked back into the house and disappeared down the passageway. Five minutes later Gary walked out carrying a tray of Cabillas and distributed them to the friends without a drink.
A few more minutes later Darla and the Twins walked out and the twins slid into the pool and swam underwater to where Daraus was floating. They came up and tipped the airbed over dumping Daraus in the water.
Nibs just quietly chuckled to herself.
Darla said in a stern voice, “Twins, here now.”
The pair swam to the side helping Daraus as he paddled to the side. They placed him on the side and as they climbed out he shook himself dry. The Twins walked to where Darla was sitting on a easy chair.
“What do you say to Nibs and Sandra,” said Darla in a tone that didn’t warrant arguments.
“Sorry Nibs. Sorry Sandra.”
“Not to worry, we had said Daraus should get a bath and you save us the problem of doing it ourselves,” said Nibs.
The Twins smiled at her answer. Daraus walked over and gave sat between the pair for a few minutes and then the lashed out his tongue and caught both.
‘That is a damn long tongue,’ she thought.
“So how has the club been?” asked Gary. “And whose bike is the dark red low motor-bike?”
“The bike is mine, gift from one of the mechanics at the Club,” replied Amy.
Gary stared at her, “Nice motor-bike.”
“Yeah, very nice. What’s the engine?” asked Darla.
“A 120Kw electric motor,” replied Amy.
Nibs took a sip from her Cabilla and smiled at the thought, ‘I love being me, I love Sandra, my friends from around the Darra Von, Jum, Wong, Tammeria, Fredicks, Cubaddar, Greetza, Nimbo, Matt, Chic-Dar, and everyone, I need to email the girls on the Young Transgender.’
Sandra passed her the Camber cigarette, she had been smoking.
Nibs accepted it and joined Amy as she walked into the house heading for the bar. “Any chance I can have a chat?”
“Yeah, let me take Paul, me and Tina a drink and then ok?” replied Amy.
“Yeah, I could do with a refill as well,” she replied and sat at the bar. “How you finding it?”
“What the last few days.” Amy started the pump and the glasses started to fill.
“Yeah,” she responded.
As the second glass filled Amy looked deep in thought and again whilst the third glass filled. She moved onto Nibs’ glass and said, “It’s been interesting. That’s the best way I can describe it. It’s been interesting and fun.” Amy picked up the tray and headed back for the outside. Paul was standing on the end on the diving board looking down at the surf breaking beneath.
“I thought there was a pool down there, but it’s just the sea,” said Paul.
“No it’s not, when dad built the house he dug a ten metre deep pool the sea fills it when it washes in,” said Ren.
Amy put Paul’s glass down, she handed Tina hers and took the last one herself. She turned and walked around the pool and said to Daraus, “Paul needs a swim.”
Nibs noticed Daraus lift his head and look at Paul, he jumped down and padded to the start of the diving board. Paul turned round and saw Daraus sat at the entrance. He stood and padded onto the diving board and stopped four steps in.
Paul looked down at the surf breaking, he stepped off the end. Kersplosh was heard Daraus then padded off the diving board and returned to his sleeping on the foot of Nibs’ lounger.
Nibs and Amy turned down the ramp.
“How have you personally been finding things?” she asked. The sand at the bottom felt nice under her feet the last time she had been on a beach was whilst she was in South Aticca.
“Being serious, the last few days have been a roller coaster for me. For the last couple of years I’ve been suffering from depression caused by the bitch I floored on Ulleam. She joined after me and she immediately started to call me names and things.”
“Interesting,” she said. She knew she sounded interested. ‘Most bullying comes from people within a group and from those already there.’
“The school did nothing. Bill was also enrolled in the same school and one day a month was his average attendance. Most days he just simply walked out the door and headed in the opposite direction. He would wait for dad to leave and go home. In the end he looked after Hemma, Beatrice and Damien when dad was working and helped around the house or ran errands for the drug dealers. It had gotten to the point when I was beginning to seriously think about killing myself.”
The pair reached the rocks and she handed her glass to Amy whilst she stepped up and then she took the two glasses from Amy with her elbow she helped Amy up.
The pair sat on a smooth large boulder and Amy continued, “Then I met you. You changed everything I became a lot stronger and I thought who would I be effecting by killing myself, my family and mum. You know what happened the Torbar. The evening after the walk, I had a chat with dad and he confirmed everything that I had dreamt. On Ulleam morning I went and chatted with a couple of my favourite teachers, Mark and Angelique Hill. Oops I meant to go and see them a couple of days ago.”
“Not to worry. Go and see them in a couple of days, I think they may want to help but need you to be present to help,” she said.
“When Daraus jumped up and got me to follow him I knew you and the others were close. I walked right past them and didn’t care what they were saying. I knew why you were there, but to see you walk up to the table and actually stick up for me in that way.”
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“Its nothing special hun, we would do it for anyone we called friend without question,” she said.
“Yeah, maybe, but it was nice to see, and then I was in heaven. The clothes, the food, and just the company made that evening, but the icing on the cake was Paul, when you where fixing to go head to head with that guy.” Amy took a mouthful and looked out across the cove and the Datum Ocean.
“Yeah I do, I know I’ve made an enemy there.”
“I was groped but some random twat, Paul saw his gestures and said he wanted the twerp, and then to have him say that he kind of likes me.”
“Its more than like hun,” she responded. “Paul loves you, with all his heart. He would do for you what I would do to find Sandra. He would move heaven and hell. We all would.”
Amy sighed a happy sigh. “I think I do love him too, no I would do the same for Paul, no actually for all of you including Ren and Hell Bright. Realising that has put a lot of my feelings in place and I understand them,” said Amy. “The feeling of wanting to be on the same side as Paul, but doing what my natural instincts told me to do and stop and wait. The abject terror I felt when I was going to engage professional soldiers in a fire fight, never having even fired a weapon before. Then my natural cowardice said no when I decided to move to engage people on the far side of the road after the rest of the unit had joined me and engaged the enemy. Then to have Hell Bright appear put two rounds at the lead vehicle, then the sudden total blackness as I guess we must have used Magick to travel cause I was back in the alley way when the blackness went.”
“Yes that’s a lot of it. Its been said a combat patrol is 90% boredom, 10% abject terror as you are fighting to stay alive and to keep everyone else alive,” she responded, “What about yesterday?”
“Yesterday and today, have been great, oh shopping for new clothes rather than the second hand ones I’ve been use to for the last couple of years, that in its own right was great, but to go shopping and have friends who would give me their honest opinion about the clothes, what they looked like on me, I’ve never had friends like those, not even when I was attending the Rotork Academy did any of the students give me 'their' opinions rather than the opinion of the group. That brings us back to today, and this morning, having Jane, the chair and chief exec of a AAA-rated corporation actually teach me the basic combat attacks and defences was something I don’t think anyone could dream about happening.”
“Well don’t get to use to it. In a couple of sessions you may be training with the rest of us, and we not that easy,” she said.
“Yeah, you could be right,” said Amy, and the two of them slid down from the rocks. they where both standing on the ground Amy turned and gave Nibs a kiss on the cheek and a hug. When Amy had released Nibs, they both walked back to the Veranda.
Sandra who was sitting had Daraus curled up on the floor just in front of the loungers, and most of the group looked incredibly happy.
“Can I ask what’s happened up here?”
“Yeah, Darla, Gary and maybe the Twins if they want to, are thinking about starting a North Stevran Vixens, the unit will be run along the same lines as the Vixens. As Darla said, the six of us live either in the same house or in very close proximity to each other and with both Gary and her living on the North Side it’s very hard to get to us for combat training and the other jobs that would be needed to be done, seeing as we are now a ghost team as well as a gang unit, and that’s the other bit of news, Sarah is holding a Gathering tonight, and as Gangrels we are all invited,” said Tina.
“Formal wear only, which means formal dresses and such for us girls and formal wear for the men,” said Darla.
“Hang on, isn’t the plan to formally introduce me to the gang on the next gathering event?”
“Yes hun it is. Why?”
“Then wouldn’t it be better if Amy was introduced as well tonight?”
“Hell yeah,” said Paul, “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Yeah introducing you and Amy would really put Timothy’s nose out of joint. Another two members supporting Sarah’s position,” Sandra said, “The gathering is when we as a gang play politics.”
“Well anyway, what are we going to wear for the evening?” asked Amy, “I know the stuff we brought yesterday wasn’t formal wear.”
“Leave that to us, girls,” said Tina and Abs.
“Nibs also needs something formal for the evening,” said Sandra.
“Do I, Gary's present is formal,” Nibs said.
“That it is,” said Sandra.
“Does the invite also include us lot?” asked Misty and Ren.
“Yeah of course it does, the more the merrier,” Gary said.
[End]
“The time is 17:20, shall we say meet up at Gary’s at 21:00 and then travel from Gary’s to the Gathering,” inquired Sandra.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” said Darla and got up and began to clear away the dirty glasses and plates. Everyone got up and helped make sure the house looked as good as it did when they arrived. When it was finished everyone went and got changed back into their outdoor clothes and wandered through the house to the small entrance building on the clifftop.
Everyone climbed on to their transport and pulled out of the grounds of the house and headed to their respective homes. Ren and Hell Bright both said they would follow Sandra’s group to their home and change for the trip to the Gathering.
When Nibs and Amy had walked back up the ramp from chatting, Sandra said to the pair, “You two ready to go and get ready to be introduced to the Gangrels.”
The pair smiled at the friends.
“You do realise that you two are also invited,” said Abs
“You intermated that fact earlier, but I didn’t think you guys meant it, we’re not Gangrels,” said Ren.
Hell Bright also looked slightly shocked at the invite.
“You may not be Gangrels, but you have the same attitudes as Gangrels, are Street Ghost and so therefore know the same stresses as Gangrels, and bloody hell your our guests,” said Darla. “We’ll meet you at command, around 21:00 in the entrance lobby.”
“We’ll meet you there,” said Sandra.
“Everyone come to mine to finish and we can organise I lift from there,” said Gary.
Everyone stood and cleared away the dirty glasses and got changed back into their street clothes.
“The dress code for this evening, what is it?” asked Ren.
“Formal attire,” replied Abs. “Women in formal or smart dresses and the men in suits.”
“We’re going to have to go back to the club and collect them from there. We’ll meet you lot at yours then in an hour to hour half,” said Ren. He was looking happy at something.
Hell Bright said to Ren, “Keep this conversation a secret bro.”
“Ok,” replied Ren. “I’m surprised you remember my side of the link.”
“That is something you don’t forget. Do you know something, I think the adults are hiding something, but I don’t know what and I think it’s something to do with them.”
“I know sis. I think so to, but how do we go about finding out?”
“Let things lie, it might come out at some point, but I think we should keep our eyes and ears open. You have realised who the current commander of the Gangrels is?”
“No, the current commander is Sarah,” replied Ren.
“Yeah, you should keep your eyes of the Mercenary sections of BlackNet, the Sarah they speak of is Sarah Cutherlate,” she said.
Ren knew his face was one of shock. “Council of Twelve Sarah Cutherlate!”
She sent a symbol which was her nodding her head in a yes reply.
*****
Everyone walked up the spiral stair case to the ground floor and where the bikes were.
Chapter 8
Nibs, Sandra, Daraus, Abs, Tina, Paul and Amy all arrived back at Home Base and walked up the steps.
Sandra opened the door and said, “Me, Nibs and if Amy wants are blagging the shower first.”
“Ok, sis. I guess you two will have it afterwards then.” Paul was looking at Abs and Tina when he said it.
Tina nodded and replied, “You are a bloke and don’t need the amount of time us girls need to get ready.”
All the girls smiled sweatly at him and disappeared through the doorway heading for the bedrooms.
“Get sorted in mine,” said Sandra.
The three girls all walked into Sandra’s room. “As Amy is closer to your size and build Abs, I’ll leave you to sort out her formal wear for this evening.”
“No problem. I know the perfect dress,” replied Abs.
The three of them got undressed and put on bathrobes. They crossed the passage-way and entered the bathroom. Sandra turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature knob so the water would be the right temperature for them. She then climbed in and let the running jet of water drench her long brown hair and body. She reached over for the shampoo and gave her matted hair a really good clean and then applied conditioner.
Nibs stood in front of the sink and took her shaving kit down from the small cupboard and gave her face a good close shave, as this night she wanted to look her best for the gathering. Upon finishing shaving she turned around and got a kiss from both Amy and Sandra.
“Thank you both,” she said in a happy sounding voice.
Sandra said after she had stepped out of the bath, “I love you more than you’ll ever realise Nibs.”
“I also love you in the same way hun,” she responded.
“Anyway, your next,” said Sandra looking at her. “Get that dirty hair washed and conditioned otherwise I will do the washing.”
“Ok hun,” she responded. She stepped into the bath and allowed the warm water to get her hair wet.
Sandra who was also shaving her underarms and other areas that needed it passed her the bottle of shampoo. She dropped an amount into her hand and massaged it through her hair.
“When was the last time I did this, actually wash my hair rather than just rinsing it?”
“A long time ago, I think either during the break down week of the Festival or the weekend we came home,” said Sandra.
“Yeah a while ago.”
She finished in the shower and patted her self down and stepped out of the bath. Amy stepped into the shower and let the water run down her body.
Sandra said to Amy, “Right you, sit on the edge of the bath, whilst I shave your legs and arms, and you need a touch up with the razor Nibs, especially in the chest area.”
“I know, I need to start looking at starting hormones and getting on the books of a specialist soon,” she said. “So what are you going to wear tonight then hun? Oh I almost forgot, hun Damien Cameron has offered us a 250K payday to help him and others bug a conference in the nearish vicinity.”
“Interesting.” Sandra thought about something. “I think I will dress slightly down so not to spoil the look of you two. I have a feeling Abs and Tina are going to wear the same make-up. I was thinking of making the five of us look the same, as the five of us are all Vixens and I think we should look the same in the make up stakes and slightly changing it for Hell Bright.”
She stood in front of the small mirror and gave her chest area a shave. She turned around and sat on the edge of the bath to wait for the expert hand of Sandra to arrive so to finish the job.
Quite quickly Sandra finished shaving the legs and arms of Amy and then moved onto her. After finishing with her the three of them walked back across the corridor.
Nibs called out when they were in the corridor, “Abs, Tina we’re finished in the bathroom.”
“Thanks,” came Tina’s reply and the pair appeared in the corridor. They dropped off three dress bags and the pair’s make-up cases in Sandra’s room.
She asked, “Drinks?”
“Please,” responded Amy, “Have you got any Chai?”
“We do Amy,” she responded and looked at Sandra. Sandra smiled her reply and roughed the head and neck area of Daraus who was sitting on the bed watching the going ons.
She crossed the corridor and knocked on the bathroom door. “Drinks?” she called through.
“Please, Cabilla thanks Nibs,” called Abs in reply.
She knocked on Paul’s door and asked him the same question and got the same reply. She turned and headed for the kitchen. She gathered the glasses and as she was pouring out the Cabilla and sorting the milk for the three Chais Ren and Hell Bright walked through the door carrying dress and suit bags along with a make-up case. “Drinks you two?” she asked.
“Please, two coffees thanks, Nibs. Where is everyone?” replied Ren.
“Paul is in his room, furthest door on the right, and the girls are in Sandra’s room, first door on the left,” she replied as she poured the coffee from the percolator jug into the two cups. Ren finished the coffees and carried his and Paul’s Cabilla to Paul’s room.
She placed all the rest of the glasses and cups onto a tray and headed back to Sandra’s room.
Sandra had hung all the dresses on the doors of the fitted wardrobe, and on the dressing table were the three make-up cases and other make-up items. Hell Bright was sat on the bed wearing just her bra and knickers, Amy was similarly dressed and sat on one of the two comfortable chairs. She distributed the drinks to the various people present and left the tray with the two glasses of Cabilla in on a small low table she had seen in the wardrobe.
Sandra took her water-pipe and loaded the bowl and took a draw through it. Sandra offered it to her and she took a draw through it and checked the bowl. She reloaded it and took a second drag. She offered it to Amy who also took a draw and then offered it to Hell Bright, who refused it.
Tina and Abs walked in and closed the door behind them. “Right lets get started,” said Tina. “So what is the plan for the make-up?”
“I thought everyone the same, and altering it slightly for Hell Bright to indicate her status as a guest,” suggested Sandra.
Abs looked at the dresses hung up and nodded her head in acceptance of the idea but said, “The main colour the colour of the dress.”
Tina nodded yes and grabbed the water-pipe and took a draw through it. She then reloaded it and offered it to Abs, who took it and also took a draw and offered it to the room.
Everyone turned it down which got Abs to place it back on the table.
Tina said, “Sandra, Abs, I’ll let you two sort the bases out whilst I sort out the finishing touches.”
“Done,” replied Sandra and Abs.
She walked to the make-up cases and rummaged through the three and also Hell Bright’s. She knew what she was looking for the eye liner and containers of eye shadow. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her face. She looked at Nibs getting her face covered with the concealler, which would be followed by the foundation, onto which she would add the finishing touches.
She picked up the pot of matt white foundation and the moisturizer. She noticed Hell Bright and Amy were both applying a quantity of moisturizer as well. Abs passed her and she kissed her partner happy in the knowledge that tonight was going to be a special evening as it was the first time in just over three years since the Bitch Vixens actually introduced anyone, she had been the last member introduced. ‘I need to go home and see how mum, dad and Dominic are.’ She thought back to Githage and the gent called Dominic. ‘No can’t be.’
A few minutes later she had applied the foundation and had started to apply her nail polish which was dark maroon as her dress was the same colour. She would get Sandra to complete the eyes as she had to close her eyes to finish it.
Nibs walked over to where she was applying the final coat of nail polish.
She looked at Nibs’ face and said, “I would start by applying some nail polish Nibs.”
Nibs took the dark purple and started to apply the first coat.
She finished applying the clear topcoat and after that was dry she asked Nibs, “Look at me, now close your eyes.”
Nibs did and she started to apply the finish to her face. She looked at Amy as she walked past her with Abs.
Amy sat down after walking in from the bath room and reached for her bra, she slipped it on and then slipped the knickers up her legs. She noticed Sandra looking her and then she noticed Sandra’s face which was one of she was thinking about something.
Sandra walked past her and took each of the three dresses Abs and Tina had brought in out of their dress bags and hung them behind the garments. She looked at each and said, “My creator they are beautiful. Even the dresses some of the girls from The Rotork Academy had weren’t as beautiful, and some of them were daughters of chief executives and chair-people.”
“This is the one you’ll be wearing Amy,” said Sandra as she dragged one forward. “You going to wear that bra this evening?”
“I wasn’t sure, but seeing the dress, no I can’t really,” she replied as the door opened and in walked Hell Bright carrying her dress bag and make-up case.
The dress joined the three hanging on the doors and she walked to the bed and sat beside Daraus.
Into her head came Hell Bright’s voice, “I should have said at the Cliff House, but those tattoos are beautiful.”
She smiled ‘thank you’ at Hell Bright.
“Your welcome hun,” responded Hell Bright.
Sandra handed Amy a matching bra and knickers and said, “These would work.”
She looked at the pair and looked at the dress and smiled. “Yes they would.” She quickly changed the bra and knickers and the two tattoos on her breasts were now fully visible.
When Nibs walked in, she was carrying a tray on which were four cups and two glasses, she handed out the drinks and placed the two glasses on the low table Sandra had gotten out of the end wardrobe.
She looked out of the window and thought, ‘I love you guys, each and ever one of you.’
Nibs offered her the water-pipe. She took it and took a draw from it. She then reach over for her tin and loaded it. She offered it to Hell Bright who put her hand up to stop the offer.
“I’ve never smoked before,” said Hell Bright in her head.
Tina and Abs walked in and Tina said, “Right let’s get started. So what is the plan for the make-up?”
“I thought everyone the same, and altering it slightly for Hell Bright to indicate her status as a guest,” suggested Sandra.
“The main colour the colour of the dress?” asked Abs.
Tina grabbed the water-pipe and took a draw through it. She then reloaded it and offered it to Abs, who took it and also took a draw and offered it to the room.
Amy stopped Abs from offering the water-pipe to her. She stood and walked to the dressing table and took a quantity of moisturizer and she started to massage it into her face. She remembered Wendy saying, ‘When ever you apply make-up you should make sure you moisturize and cleanse first.’ Hell Bright joined her in applying some moisturizer.
She looked at Nibs and Sandra as Sandra worked the concealer in and that was followed by the matt white foundation the unit favoured on formal occasions. She finished and asked Sandra, “What colour nail polish?”
“The colour of your dress or closest to it,” replied Sandra.
She looked back as Sandra was blending the join of the breast forms to the skin with a more natural looking foundation.
She rummaged through the make-up and found a deep midnight blue and a slightly lighter royal blue. She looked at the colour and took the midnight blue. She opened the top and started to apply the first coat.
Nibs stood and walked to where Tina was sat doing her nails.
Sandra said, “Your next Amy.”
She moved to the chair and closed her eyes and let Sandra sort her face.
“Whilst Sandra is sorting your face, I’ll sort our nails it’s one of my many skills. I’m a trained beautition thanks to the Echo Tech Academy on the Club grounds and being Conspiracy wise from a young age,” said Hell Bright.
‘I’m going to have to ask about that, as I don’t think the school is going to let me back not now I broke Millers nose. Hang on, what did dad say, more than 6 tattoos and you become a supernatural person, I’ve never cut myself with a knife and I should have on a few occasions. Was that a glare or was it shock.’
“You lot even close to being finished?” Paul asked through the bedroom door.
“No, and we won’t get finished any quicker by you asking us,” Tina replied, “Your just going to have to wait.”
*****
It took another hour for the makeup of the six to be finished. Each of the girls’ main dress colour was the colour that Tina used to draw a spider’s web design on the eyelids; they then filled in the holes in a checker board fashion, using a colour coordination, The colour of the dress with a contrasting lighter shade for the rest of the spider’s web. Tina then ran black liquid eye liner from the inner corner of the eyes to the side of the face just over the cheek bones; they then drew in a maroon red an eye-liner line from the bottom of the ears to about two thirds the way along the chin. Then each one completed the make-up with nail varnish and lipstick.
The girls slipped the dress bags over the dresses and got changed into their normal street clothes, as it would be easier to make the run to Gary’s and change there. From there it was more than likely Gary had already organised transport to Command using one of the shuttle busses Command ran.
The girls walked out and Nibs noticed Paul’s face was a bit dejected. “Paul its better to drive to Gary’s and change there. Otherwise we are going to ruin the dresses and we wouldn’t want that now.”
“No we wouldn’t, not tonight,” replied Paul looking a lot happier.
She looked at the clock and saw the time was 19:00. “What's the time table from Gary’s?”
“We should arrive at Command at about 21:00 and the introductions from about 21:15, so forty five minutes from Gary’s, about thirty minutes to finish getting ready,” replied Sandra.
“And about forty five minutes from her to Gary’s. We should leave now then.”
Everyone picked up jackets, dress bags and their travelling makeup containers. The dresses and make-up containers were stowed in the FAV’s storage area. Ren and Hell Bright climbed into the FAV
“What about Daraus?” asked Ren.
“Call him Ren,” Nibs replied.
“Daraus here,” called Ren.
Daraus ran from around the sleeping wing and jumped into the gunner’s seat of the FAV. Ren backed it out of the driveway. All the bikes followed and were soon driving down the main road heading for IC7.
*****
Forty minutes later Sandra who was leading the group turned onto the driveway in front of Gary’s home. The entire frontage of the house was a driveway, which was behind a low wall and small flowerbed. The house itself looked like it had five bedrooms and they felt like large rooms. From the driveway the group could see the room behind the front ground floor window looked like it was a store room of some kind.
“What does Gary’s dad do?” Nibs asked as they parked up.
“He runs a small electronics company. From what I know they supply small and medium sized companies with security gadgets,” replied Sandra.
The group took the dresses from the FAV and walked to the door which as Sandra went to ring the bell the door opened and Gary stood inside in his suit.
“Come in. Sandra do you want to take the girls to the spare bedroom at the top of the stairs,” said Gary.
“No problem,” responded Sandra and started up the stairs that ran from just inside the door.
The rest of the girls followed Sandra up the stairs and into the spare bedroom just left of the stairs on the opposite wall. Daraus followed the gents to the living room.
‘Strange. I would have thought Daraus would have stayed with us. No matter,’ she thought.
The room was about five metres square with a single bed under the window that ran for three metres along the back wall. On the opposite wall was a dresser and on the right hand wall was a small wardrobe. Everyone put their dress bags on the bed. Tina, Abs and Hell Bright placed the small travelling make-up cases on the dresser.
The girls walked down the stairs and turned towards the living room that stretched for two thirds of the back. The last third was the large kitchen that stretched up the side of the house. The girls walked into the living room sat in the arm chairs and sofas were Paul, Ren and Gay, all three had drinks. A large set of double doors led onto the garden via a conservatory. The room itself had a three piece matching sofa set a low coffee table which sat in front of a modern gas fire, above the mantle piece was a large flat screen television and sat in a large glass fronted cabinet next to the fire place was an expensive stereo. Near the exit to the garden was a small four seat dining table which had a vase containing what looked like real flowers in. The floor was covered in a thick green and cyan coloured carpet which felt slightly springy under the feet. Working in the kitchen was Anna, Gary’s mum. The kitchen was divided from the living room by a long work surface and a solid back. Also sat in the living room at the dinner table down the left end of the room was Gary’s dad Bob, he looked like he was working on some paper work.
He looked up and said, “Hi Sandra, Abs and Tina.”
“Hi Bob, Anna, some introductions are needed,” said Tina. “Nibs, Amy and Hell Bright.”
All three waved their hellos. All the girls grabbed a seat or in the case of Amy got grabbed around the waist. Sandra grabbed Nibs’ hand as she moved to the seat beside her and dragged her so she was sat in Sandra’s lap.
“A piece of good news Tybias has offered to give us a lift today, it looks like a few members of his command aren’t coming. He said he would arrive about 20:10,” said Gary.
“What do you girls want to drink; we’ve got most spirits, a few cans of larger and a couple of bottles of Carbirra?”
Nibs answered, “A glass of Carbirra, thanks Gary.
“What spirits are there,” said Sandra as she sat down and dragged Nibs so she was sitting on her lap.
“Most types,” responded Gary.
“Velleem, please,” Sandra responded.
Hell Bright gestured that she wanted the same as Sandra. Abs and Tina answered, “BarKam, thanks.”
Amy who was being hugged from behind by Paul, replied, “Carbirra thanks Gary.”
“Gary you said, you might know someone from the Gangrels who may be interested in some security system testing,” said Bob looking up from his work.
“I did, didn’t I dad, Nibs, you interested?” asked Gary.
“Might be, what’s the job entail?” Nibs asked.
“I run a small security firm and I have a couple of pending contracts that require the security system I install to be tested. I don’t think they care who tests it, but they want it tested,” replied Bob.
She thought, ‘Could be a good job, I might even get the two people I’ve seen advertising their skills on the Young Transgender involved if they are interested.’ “What’s the pay like?”
“50,000dcks to who ever does the break in,” said Bob.
“Can I get back to you, as I might do it for a small amount and train a couple of young people I’ve seen advertising similar skills and give them the bulk,” she replied.
“Anyway, enough talk about work, we need to look at getting ready,” said Sandra.
She stood up off Sandra’s lap and helped her up. The girls left the living room and headed for the spare bedroom.
“Sounds interesting that job Nibs,” said Tina as she checked her make-up in the mirror.
“Who you thinking of training hun?” asked Sandra.
“The Young Transgender site has a job forum board and a couple of people have put adverts up saying they are security specialists,” she replied as she lifted the dress Gary had bought her for her birthday. It felt good, [Description to come]
Soon all the girls stood ready and slipped their jackets on over the dress. She picked up her Naj Blades and slipped them into the pockets in the lower back section of her trench coat. They walked down the stairs just as a horn was sounded from outside.
“Tybias is here,” called Sandra.
Paul, Ren and Gary appeared in the door way and walked to where they had hung their jackets. Gary opened the door and Tina and Abs walked out first arm in arm.
Sandra stood and offered Nibs her arm. She accepted it and followed Tina and Abs out into the early evening. The sky was almost cloudless and in the distance you could see the start of the evening proper with the sun creating a light red colouration in the sky. Paul and Amy followed them out arm in arm like them and Tina and Abs.
Tina opened the side door and they climbed in and sat just behind the driver’s seat. Beside them was Ben wearing a very smart suit. Nibs Sandra and Daraus climbed in and headed for the back seats in the corner was Simon like Ben he was wearing a smart suit and looked rather handsome, his dreads were tied up in a top knot style affair. Daraus lay under the chair. In the front were Tybias and two of the women that had been working at the workshop. Amy and Paul climbed in next and they sat in front of Sandra and her. Ren sat in the last seat of the three. The last two free seats were taken by Gary and Hell Bright. Gary slammed the door closed and Tybias pulled out and headed for IC7.
For the duration of the journey Nibs was looking out of the window concentrating on nothing and everything. She brought each of her senses to their current peak and let them settle. She was listening to the conversations as they happened and keeping quiet throughout the journey. Her thoughts skipping through all the lessons she had learnt on control, and self control. ‘Hume taught that self control came through the control of one’s own actions. To control an action is to have self control. To land a punch and leave no mark, but do damage at the same time is total control, but to do it with no obvious attack was mastery of one self. Cubbadar taught to attain the perfect control one must learn balance and to judge a balance point. You can always maintain and control all balance points. You can be to one person overbalanced, to you it is the judge of a balance point. Uthura taught that to control one’s surroundings is to control you, control your actions and know your enemy. And lastly Richard, the most fundamental truth summed up in to be come a master you must learn mastery.’ These and the one of the old lady in Ne-u-Bar ‘What did she mean when she said, ‘I am very important to the future and have special gifts that will allow you to truly fight the evil that is coming.’
As Tybias turned on to the dirt road that led to Gate One Sandra, whispered in her ear, “We’re almost at command. What have you been doing?”
“Thinking, remembering, controlling hun. Thinking about the lessons the people who taught me my street fighting skills said about mastery and control. Remembering an old lady who said something to me in Ne-u-Bar, and controlling my various senses, you can never be too prepared,” she replied.
Sandra gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “That’s why I love you Nibs, you are always alert and ready.”
The van slowed and stopped by what looked like a gate house of some kind. She looked around the outside, the evening was drawing on quite quickly but the scenery she could see was one of a heavy industrial environment. Dotted around the area was fuel cracking towers, storage vessels and what looked like a Setadar foundry and production site as well. In the distance she could see the towers of more fuel cracking areas and other industrial sites.
“The Gangrels own about 60 square miles of industrial and old residential. Some of the older members and ex members say the site belonged to Corporate Enterprises and was as you see it a major setadar and fuel producing centre five miles north is the old port before Stevran was dredged and it became the centre,” said Sandra.
In the front, on the passenger’s side a guys headed appeared and he looked around the mini-bus and called to another one, “Cleared, open the gate.” As the Minibus slowly accelerated she looked at the gate house and saw four people working the gate, it looked like two were inside the gate house itself and a little distance away were two pick-ups both were had a twin, what looked like a Twin belt fed MSW on a pole in the open back area.
The van drove down the dirt track towards a small building.
“Where’s the Gathering, I can’t see much that would be able to hold the numbers you quoted?” she asked.
“Wait and see, not all things are obvious to those unknowing of us. Remember this is when most new recruits are told the finer details about Gangrel membership,” whispered Sandra in reply.
The van stopped and the side and front doors were opened by ushers wearing camouflage trousers and green tops, who stood ready to welcome to arrivals. The friends in the van exited and congregated waiting for everyone to arrive. They walked down the plush carpet towards the building.
by NickiUK
For all those lovers of the original The Making of Nibs, here the latest and very definetly the best edit so far. I think most of you will agree this is tighter and the world truly lives.
Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Sitting in the living room of Damien Cameron’s home in Suraban, were Timaus, Damien and K Dog.
Timaus placed his mug of coffee down asking, “Do you think I should put Nicholas Calton forward for selection to the Academy?”
Damien stood, he walked to the window and said as he went, “Yeah, the work he did for us on that operation was excellent, and if that’s a sample of the work, Nicholas has the ability to do then yes. The only issue is how will he react to the truth about what is happening here?”
K Dog looked at Damien and then Timaus, after a second’s pause he said, “I think Nicholas will excel in the environment as long as we give him the training to defend himself, he may be fit but how strong is he and what are his fighting skills like?”
“Those I have an idea on already, they aren’t bad, and he uses short staves as his preferred close combat weapon,” he said.
“With that, I wouldn’t have a problem seconding your choice then,” replied K Dog before taking a mouth full of coffee.
“Right then I’ll send the email to the Selection committee and let them know to start the observation of Nicholas.”
*****
“You know selection for next years Academy intake is coming up in the near future Gaz?” Sarah lent back against the back of her leather office chair. In front of her was a four meter long desk. In the front left hand corner was a 27” LPD (Liquid Plasma Display) computer monitor, on the screen was a spinning wolf’s head encircled by the words ‘The Gangrel Gang — Let us be victorious by any means’. In front of the monitor was a wireless keyboard and mouse. On the opposite side of the desk was a PDU (Personal Data Unit) which was sat in its charger. The LED on the top was green which indicated it was on the Net waiting for Sarah to need it.
“Yeah I do and you thinking of forwarding a Gangrel Street Gang Unit or something?” replied Gaz while he went about sorting out a coffee for himself and Sarah.
“Yeah.” She sat forward and reached for the keyboard and mouse. She brought up the unit rosters of all the Gangrel Street Gang Units, scrolling to the line entry for the Bitch Vixens. She then pressed return the screen displayed the database entry for the Bitch Vixens. Listed on the screen were all the operations the unit had done since it joined the ranks of the Gangrels some 25 years ago. She scrolled done and stopped when the screen displayed the operations of the unit for the last four years.
“Which unit you planning of forwarding to the selection committee then?” asked Gaz as he walked to one of the three leather chairs in front of the desk.
“Bitch Vixens.”
Gaz smiled and nodded his head in an approving way, “Good choice, but are they ready to join the ranks of The Conspiracy, especially with what happened to Paul and Sandra’s mum and dad.”
“I think so. I think they will take the truth in their stride when they know the complete picture of what’s happening.”
*****
14th Juwar 2068 06:45AN
Nick walked down the stairs from the first floor of his family’s home, which was located in Central District, the main governmental and one of the main business districts of the city of Suraban, the capital of Surra. The two storey building was built on one of the standard patterns. Three bedrooms, one bathroom on the first floor and one large living room, that ran from the front to the back of the house, one kitchen and one dining room. Located on the left hand side of the house was a two car garage. The back door of the garage was beside the back door to the house. One of the family’s two cars was parked in the garage; it belonged to his mother, who was sat at the computer in the living room. His father was out on site sorting the last bits and pieces of the latest contract. He knew his mum and dad were heading to South Sea Metro and a security upgrade of a Bastal Technologies Production site there. With being a Three Major student he had been given a scholarship by the MegaCorporation Cyber Industries to attend one of the main colleges that had electronics and computer courses.
At this point he was not sure if he wanted to go. The scholarship would lead him to a well paid job as either a computer programmer or an electronics engineer, possibly a micro-electronics engineer. His time in Suraban he hadn’t been idle with just school work the corporate run high school threw at the students. He had been busy in a sideline business of upgrading home’s security systems. Rather than install a brand new system that the thieves more than likely knew, he upgraded the system already present. He knew instinctively that when a thief came looking for targets he would hit those houses with a security system he knew. His ideas and plans revolved around throwing the thief through a loop and presenting him with systems that he had no idea how to break as he would have never come across the system before. With Damien Cameron’s upgrade he had overlapped, improved, movement sensors the first activated a second set that was pointing at right angles to the first set, and it was this set that fired the actual alarm. It had been that overlap and the detection improvement, that had stopped, K-Dog and Cutters, two Street Ghosts Damien had asked to test the system. From that and the month he had spent researching the boring and dull stuff for Cameron’s Raiders. It included information on corporate finances, bios for main people within the corporate site the team was hitting Tiamus had upgraded his Associate Street Ghost listing to one of a Full Street Ghost. It included a proviso that Nick should be treated as an associate until he was 18, which was only a few weeks away now. Legally allowed to move out and become an independent person rather than needing his parent’s signature on the consent forms.
He walked towards the front door and realised that his posture was one of being depressed with life, which he shouldn’t be. The exams were finished, he was going to a party to celebrate and he was wearing a feminine crop top cum sport’s bra and a pair of high leg knickers. As he passed the coat hooks beside the door, he called to his mum, “I’m off out to the party I told you about. Don’t expect me home until tomorrow sometime mum.” He made the conscious effort of straightening his slouch and when he had he felt much better. He was happy at the fact school had finished. He thought, ‘Payback is going to be a real bitch,’ the tone was one of being evil as now the school couldn’t do a thing to stop him breaking a few bones of the main bullies at school. This was the main reason for the depression, the bullying from the footbaal team.
“Ok hun. Have fun tonight, and don’t get drunk,” his mum responded, turning from the work on finalising the report to the board of ATDS.
He thought, ‘Jacket or no jacket? Jacket,’ and he opened the front door. A few steps down the path leading from the house to the road, he turned and looked back at the house thinking, ‘I think this weekend will be the start of something new and a lot of fun. I wonder why Paul and Sandra invited me to the party, they know I have nothing even comes close to the clothes they wear.’ He went back to facing forward and started the short walk to the bus stop heading for South Central 6 Plaza Bus Station.
*****
Sat in a living room was a group of four young people, three females and one male all dressed in black baggies and various dark tops and t-shirts, all of them had logos of bands famous in the rock scene. They were smoking pure Cambar cigarettes and drinking large glasses of Cabilla, a dark coloured fizzy soft drink. The living room was roughly 8metres wide by 9metres long. The front of the room was a split kitchenette with a breakfast come eating area sticking out into the room. The room had on the far wall a computer area, beside which was an open fire place with small flames licking around a couple of pieces of pallet wood. Sat beside the fire was a pile of more wood. In front of the fire were a couple of arm chairs. The male was sitting in the one closest to main seating area, which consisted of two large piles of large cushions and bean bags and two three seater sofas. In the middle was a low coffee table The three females were sat with one sitting on the sofa against the wall of the bedrooms, the other two were sat on top of the pile of cushions against the back wall.
“Sandra.” Paul looked at Sandra, who had shoulder length dark red hair.
“Yes Paul,” Sandra replied
“Do you think Nick will come tonight?”
“I hope so, I think tonight he finds out that he has a lot more friends than he thought he had.” ‘I do hope you come Nick, please come, as even if you aren’t the person I think you are, I want to show you a good time before you leave Suraban.’
“So how are we going to make sure he knows where to come?” asked Abs looking at her.
“I sent him an email with the local area map, but we all know what 76th Street is like, and that’s where you two come in Tina, Abs.” Sandra took a drag from the Cambar cigarette and turned to face the pair. “He said he would be arriving at the pub around 07:30AN and with where he lives I would say about 07:20 he’s going to be getting off the bus from Central district. Basically you two meet him somewhere near the bus-station and escort him to the pub.”
Tina took a mouthful from the glass and said after placing it back on the coffee table. “What makes you so sure he will come tonight, he’s lived the corporate life for all his life. What makes you think he’s going to want to stay and live on this side of the street.”
“Gut instinct,” she replied.
The front door opened and in walked a group of five, three females and two males all of them looking and acting in a happy mood.
Abs called, “Hi Darla, Angel, Damieel. Oh hi Mike, Wayne, how’s things with you two.”
“Better,” replied Wayne as he took off his leather jacket and went to hang it up in the corridor that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. “Mike told his father about me and was pleasantly surprised weren’t you Mike.”
“Yeah, he’s ok with it as long as I don’t flaunt it around him, which I don’t as I spend more time at the South Central Sharks Home Base than I do at home. Thanks for the invite.”
“Hay your welcome man,” replied Tina smiling. “You still not signed on the dotted line then.”
“No, I’m waiting until I’m 18 in a couple of months before I make the jump. Let’s just say dad is not likely to understand my choice this time, but at the first Gathering following, Wayne is going to introduce me and then I am going to command for Basic Training when the Sharks has two more members in addition to me.”
Sandra looked at the pair and saw the love of partners in their eyes, she smiled at the fact two good friends were going to spend the rest of their lives together.
“You’ll enjoy the thirteen weeks. Basic Training is an adventure all of its own,” said Wayne.
“We should be heading to the pub now, remember Tom is also coming and we said we would meet him at the pub as well as a few others,” said Paul standing up and heading for his bedroom so he could collect his jacket and shoulder holster rig.
Sandra, Abs and Tina all followed him so they too could collect their jackets and shoulder holster rigs from the other two bedrooms.
*****
Nick turned on to the road that ran in front of the house. The road was classified as a secondary road with a speed limit of 40mph, the main roads had a speed limit of 50mph but there was a lot of traffic lights which kept slowing the traffic as other roads joined and left. On both sides of the roads where single evenly spaced holes in the pavement from which grew either Sweet Fudam(Fu-dam) or Mardoshan(Mar-dosh-an) trees. The houses that lined the road on both sides looked the same as the one Nick had just left. Some had cars sat outside the garages, other homes had garden furniture, some had flowers in small beds around the edge of the lawns. His home had nothing like that as he had only arrived ten months earlier from Ne-U-Bar.
He had enjoyed the time he had spent in Ne-U-Bar especially the time he had spent with Uthura learning the combat form of Lappellr, that and the training he had had from Cubbadar and Sensei Hume meant that at could survive fights and hand the attackers their arses rather than have them hand him his. It would have come as a shock to all of the bullies in the school that he was more than capable of handling more than one attacker at once. He also understood it would not look very good if he had broken some bones, as the school thought the sun shone out of the footbaal team’s arses. This was due massively to the time he had spent with Wong-Ma and Jum-Fu in Teabban. That period in his life was the best, those two had been brilliant friends and the training Sensei Hume had given them had given him a founding in not only the martial arts but the world of street fighting. He fought the honourable combat; one on one, no holds barred street fighting, that’s until more than one fighter got involved, then the velvet gloves he would have been fighting in would come off and god help the attackers. He knew that he was more than capable of ramming his fist right through a human, but he controlled his massive strength through martial arts discipline. He had also noticed that his hearing, sight and sense of smell were also improving. He was capable to seeing detail in things at a far greater distance than anyone else, and he was defiantly reacting faster than nearly everyone including some professional Street Ghosts and they had modifications like wired reflexes.
As he walked up the road to the bus stop he carried his jacket, smiling as he walked, the sun was warm and the sky was a light blue, off to the east the sky was getting a little darker as evening drew on. He reached the bus-stop at the end of the road where it joined another secondary road that he walked along everyday he had attended school here in Suraban. Waiting at the bus-stop were two women, both of them wore clothes people wore working for the corporations. The bus-stop was one that had had a cover and a three line information board hanging from the roof. He looked up at the sign which was indicating the arrival times for the next three buses. After looking down the list, the last item displayed was the bus he wanted. It would take him to South Central 6 Plaza bus station. The arrival time indicated it was due in five minutes. ‘I think tonight will be fun, and who knows,’ a subtle smile growing on his lips. He watched the two women standing in front of him and saw that they both looked like they had just finished work for the week and were looking forward to the weekend off. The second one in the queue saw the bus she wanted and moved out from under the shelter so she could stick her hand out and let the driver know he had a pick up to make. The bus slowed and stopped right in front of the woman. The doors opened allowing her on, she paid the bus driver the cost of the ticket she needed and the door hissed closed. A couple of minutes later he saw the single decker bus he wanted. He too moved from under the shelter and stuck his right hand out.
The driver slowed and stopped the bus almost in front of him. The doors hissed open to allow both Nick and a second man to enter. He had arrived just as the bus slowed and pulled up.
He dropped the two decks for the ticket into the hopper, the machine then buzzed and the ticket appeared out of the machine. He took the ticket, after it was printed, and moved down the bus to a free pair of seats where he sat so he could look out of the window. The bus was one of the standard designs with 54 seats, space for 12 people to stand or six people standing and two wheel chairs. The inside of the bus was painted the same colour as the outside, a light midnight blue, on the curve of the roof coming down to meet the windows were various posters advertising local shops, services and special offers the bus company had on offer. He took out his digital player’s wireless headphones and stuck one into each ear, the player followed and he pressed the play button, then pressed the forward button until 'To Lovers Heaven Giths Go' by Dark Legion. He knew that he would have to go and see Dark Legion play, he had never been to a MegaBand Gig, and Dark Legion is one of those, one of the biggest MegaBands. At the front of the bus on the boarding behind the driver was the route the bus took. He looked at the route and counted the number of stops before the bus-station and saw that he had 25 stops as the bus first went north and at the border of North Central District it turned south and the stop Nick wanted was South Central Six Plaza Bus-station.
As the bus headed on its route he looked out of the window at the houses, office blocks, and the various corporate run shops and boutiques. He thought, ‘Was this night and party the start of a new page in his life. Will I be in control of my life or will things over take me. Who knows, but I bet it will be fun finding out.’
*****
In a darkened alley near the bus-station exit stood Tina and Abs. They both were waiting for the bus carrying Nick to arrive. Abs looked at her mobile and saw the time was 07.18AN. After putting it away she dropped her Coltanar 2-6 Machine Pistol and checked the magazine and the breech. “It should be here soon.”
“Good.” Tina was making a point of having her jacket open slightly and the bulge under her arm of the shoulder holster rig as very obvious to those who looked at the pair.
As the bus that came from Central Main bus-station turned into the entrance Tina said, “There it is.” Tina closely looked at the bus and saw Nick was standing near the front waiting for the bus to stop. Tina closed the zip a bit more and shifted her Theaban 44 Heavy Automatic so it was less obvious. Tina smiled at her life partner Abs as she watched the passengers exit the bus station.
*****
As the bus approached South Central 6 Plaza bus-station Nick stood, pressing the bell to indicate someone wanted to get off at the next stop. He said, “Thanks mate,” to the bus driver as he was the last to leave the bus and the driver closed the door pulling away heading for the exit and its next stop. He took out his PDU and checked the map Sandra, the friend who had invited him to the party a couple of weeks earlier, had sent him in an email reminding him of the party. She was known as a Gangrel in school as she wore black or dark coloured clothes and lighter than normal makeup with contrasting dark and rich colours, mainly reds, blues and violets. This surprised him as around the rest of the world he had seen people who dressed in the same way and they called themselves Giths.
He pressed the stop button on his Digital Player and removed the earphones as he walked out of the passenger exit of the bus station and turned down 76th Street. The street was lined with small shops belonging to small companies and sole traders trying to survive against the massive buying and selling power of the MegaCorporations. Every so often a shop frontage was boarded up against squatters and the like. The road and payment on both sides of the street were dirty, unkempt, sticking up through the tarmac and in places slabs were various trees. From what he could see Attarbar(At-tar-bar), Common Brattiss(Brat-tiss) and Zurbark(Zur-a-bark) Oaks where most numerous. The pavement and road itself was filled with pot holes and broken tarmac. A couple of old beat up cars drove past him heading down the road to the main street that ran at forty five degrees to 76th street. More old and beat up cars were parked on the side of the roads, some had people leaning up against them. He guessed that the people were selling some form of illegal drug or black market items. The contrast between the two Districts hit him hard, he had seen slums in other cities, but never this close to main governmental districts. The bus ride running down from the north of Central nearly the entire ride was through Corporate Enclaves. As the bus approached the borders the difference in the condition of the housing, apartment blocks and tenement buildings slowly changed from being pristine on the enclaves to more run down and dilapidated.
As he walked down the road towards the main road he neither looked at the people or did he spend time wondering about them. His senses were at a very much heightened level as he wanted to be able to react to a threat before that threat became a problem. His plan should it happen would be to stop, face the problem and effectively stare the person down, using his clenched fists as a signal that he was ready to fight.
Tina looked at how Nick held himself, thinking, ‘I wonder about Nick’s upbringing. He looks like he knows how to fight. Interesting. I wonder what else we don’t know about you Nick. I think Sandra’s idea of inviting you to join may pan out better than we initially thought.’
Fifty metres from the exit he bumped into two girls he had seen hanging around with Paul and Sandra. Nick looked at the pair seeing that the left one was wearing black baggies and a t-shirt with a wolf’s head and the words Gangrel Street Gang. Over the top was a leather jacket, the zip was just over a third of the way closed. Her face was oval in shape but she had friendly hazel eyes and a pleasant smile, her hair was shoulder length and brown. She said, “Hi, I’m Tina and this is Abs. Sandra asked us to meet you as she is waiting for a couple of other people to arrive at a local pub.” He heard a male sounding voice, not a female one as would the clothes and the pair of breasts would indicate.
Abs was wearing a similar pair of baggies, a Dark Legion top and like Tina a leather jacket except Abs had two buttons done up. Her hair was matt black and platted all the way to her waist. They were both wearing a similar style pouches on their left hips.
As the three walked, he looked a little more closely at the pair and even though they both were wearing leather jackets he swore they both had budges just under their left arm pits and the right hand side had similar lumps.
*****
After walking and small talking with the pair they arrived at a set of stairs leading down to the basement of an old tenement block built of bricks and mortar. The window frames were of the new materials toughened environment resistant plastic; which meant in most people’s books, it was good at keeping out the weather, but utterly crap at keeping out bullets and shrapnel from grenades and similar. The block still had all its windows intact and looked as if it was being looked after by the inhabitants as the front door, which was up two steps, had a fresh coat of paint on and the walls were white washed. And the railings that protected the steps down also had a fresh coat of paint and looked newish compared to the rest of the metal work in the area.
“Here we are,” said Tina turning down the steps heading into the basement of the tenement block.
He then Abs followed Tina down the ten concrete steps which led to the front door of the pub. The door was painted red and had small windows each side. Tina opened the door, and stepped inside. Inside Tina held the door open for both him and Abs to enter.
Upon entering he saw Sandra and Paul sitting at one of the tables along with eight more people, some he had seen hanging around with the Paul and Sandra. The walls of the main tap room were lined with what looked like Oraka panels, but, from the neighbourhood, it was likely fake or laminated. The rest of the fixtures, which were made from natural wood, turned it from an underground bar into an old style pub of the mid 1900AM(After Meteorite). The rest of the cliental looked like good people. Most of them kept to themselves quietly chatting away about life, loves and work.
The three walked towards the bar where he ordered a pint a Caferras; an alcoholic drink that originated from the country of Eban. Tina and Abs then ordered a pint of Cabilla, each. Standing at the bar he watched the barman pour the three drinks. He looked happy to be working behind the bar serving customers. He thought he knew why, and from the way the people, who used the bar, looked it wasn’t the normal one of ‘At least I have a job and an earning a little money’ it was one of more general happiness at being there, making sure friends and the customers had a good service.
The barman placed his Caferras on the bar asking, “Three decks, please?”
He handed the barman three deck coins, picked up the glass and turned to face the group he was meeting before going to the main party. They where sat a few feet away in the middle of the taproom.
He saw Tom sitting with the friends from school. He was happy at the fact Tom had come as he knew from stories he had overheard Tom had been the main target for the bullies since they had arrived at the school two years earlier. Tom wasn’t big in size, but he knew Tom had an intellect that few people realised he had.
After taking a mouthful of lager, Tom looked up happy at the fact he had been able to find the bar and had made it in one piece. Tom called, “Hey Nick.”
He approached the group carrying his glass, he looked around and saw a spare wooden chair under an empty table nearby and grabbed it. He moved the chair so it was close to the group, sitting down after a couple of the people had made room in the circle. He placed the glass down on the table and turned to face Tom. “Hi Tom, good to see you here. At least I’m not the only person out of place. Anyway I thought you weren’t going to make it?”
“No. I put my foot down and walked out. I needed a party to celebrate the last exam and not having to go back after I give the books I borrowed back, which I’ll do on Moroth.”
Paul looked at where Nick was sitting saying, “Hello Nick, it’s good to see you made the party.”
“Yeah hi Nicki.” Sandra turned smiling, with both her mouth and eyes, to look at him, saying when Tina and Abs had approached carrying their glasses of Cabilla, “Hi you two.”
He heard Sandra say, ‘Nicki’, but decided to make nothing of it, shrugging his shoulders. He then took the glass, drunk a mouthful and ended up with a white line of the froth across the top of his mouth. Which he wiped away with the back of his hand.
“Hi Sandra,” both Abs and Tina responded. They also joined him in grabbing two chairs and sitting down.
*****
Chapter 2
After a few drinks had been bought and consumed. Paul stood saying to the group, “Shall we head back to Home Base.”
Sandra looked at Nick as he stood, placing the chair back from where she had taken it from. ‘Nicki, I so want this weekend to be special, for you to embrace the other side of your personality, and also join us the Bitch Vixens Gangrel Street Gang unit.’
Paul led the group which consisted of Nick, Abs, Tina, Sandra, Paul, Tom, Nancy, and Jonathan out the back way and down the back alleyways.
Nick knew South Central was classified as a habitable district by the city council, but the look of the place he knew the real truth, it was a slum, and also understood why. The City or Surra’s government didn’t have the funds to do anything about changing that classification. As the group walked he looked around at the state of the alleys and backstreets, he began to wonder about the entire corporation and governmental system and the fact it only seemed to serve the rich and in some places those in employment and not those out of work with little hope of getting a job.
Most of dumpsters and wheelie bins were overflowing with rubbish. Even though by this time the light was fading and would be gone in an hour or so, he saw the small damp spots in the darkened corners. Paul was still leading the group as they crossed a local small piece of parkland, in which was a few beat up old swings and a slide. Along the north and west side was a line of Silver Deiridine(Der-a-dine) trees.
The conversation mixed with laughter was about school, life and those who deserved a good beating. The walk took fifteen minutes and during it he and Tom were walking just behind Jonathan, who he took a very close look at his armpits and the two lumps located there. As he looked at his back he recognized a shoulder holster setup from the outline he could see under a tightish leather jacket. He then knew that at least three and more than likely all the Gangrels where armed with at least pistols and more than likely combat knives. He also began to wonder, ‘What if the Gangrels aren’t just the name they use to make them stand out from the rest, I wonder if the Gangrel. Hang on, what was written above the wolf’s head, Gangrel Street Gang. Bloody Hell, why the fuck didn’t I guess before. All the Gangrels at school are members, they must be. If they belong to a gang, then they also belong to the Gith Community as well. Idiot.’
Paul led the group out of a footpath that linked the parkland with a minor road on which was the Paul and Sandra’s home. He looked both ways and saw the street, more like a dirt track than an actual road, as in places the tarmac had gone and the ground showed through and in other places were potholes. The houses were all single storey affairs with cross ways white facia boarding. A lot of the houses had broken windows or they had been boarded up. Some had an underground garage. Some had attic windows, which normally meant they had attic rooms. A few even looked burnt out. The areas between the houses and the pavements, had lots of rubbish and items which could be recycled if people had the skills to do so. Some the larger items had been arranged to construct makeshift fortifications that he thought the local children played around. He turned with the group and walked down the road towards the house.
He then saw the house was similar to the rest except that it was painted red and the area in front of the house was totally covered in concrete. Sticking out from the main house was an extension with a small window, a long curtained window ran down the side of the house a few feet from the wall was the fence line with the neighbouring house. In front of the house and extension were a couple of motorbikes standing on their main stands, both of them had bit’s of their engines missing which was strewn around the bikes. Also stood on the concrete was an old four door family car, raised on four stacks of bricks, both the rear doors were missing as was the bonnet. These were stood up against the front of a house. Its tyres were stood in a stack between the car and the house. He saw a window that ran from the corner to the extension, which allowed light into the basement.
Paul turned down the driveway which headed down and was between the two wings, the left hand wing was larger than the right hand one. As he turned the corner and saw ten various motorbikes and motor-trikes, sat outside the closed garage doors. Paul headed for some steps up to a small veranda in front of the front door.
As Sandra was behind him and Tom, he stepped to left hand side and Tom stopped to allow Sandra up the steps before them. She stopped at the top and turned to look at him and Tom as they came up the steps.
Tom moved to follow Sandra up the steps first. Stepping around her at the top of the steps he stood at the bottom for a couple of seconds to look at the various motorbikes, wishing he was 18 now, and climbed the steps. He saw Sandra waiting in front of the door in.
As he reached the veranda Sandra asked, “Why are you here Nicki?”
He stopped in front of her, she had her head cocked to one size as if she were sizing him up. “It’s better than being at home waiting to be told to pack again and I’ve just finished my exams today. Come on, you invited me Sandra. Don’t you remember the email you sent concerning the party and earlier this week yours and Paul’s personal invite a couple of weeks ago.”
“Yeah I do remember. I am surprised you came, as you didn’t strike me as the type to enjoy all night parties.”
“I do sometimes, but I have to know the people who are going or organising it.”
Sandra turned and led him into the house. The open front door looked onto the living room-cum-open-plan kitchen. All the walls were a light red with indigo borders and doors, on the floor was a rich purple carpet. Along the back wall was an open fire place with a good sized fire burning and a large screen which had patterns that changed in time with the music which was playing from hidden speakers. The kitchen was split into one section with the washing-up sink in a large alcove to the left of the front door, the other section with the cooker and microwave was straight ahead of the door. Sticking out from the wall opposite the front door was a breakfast bar with a few seats tucked under it. Just round the corner from the front door was another door which he guessed might lead to the bedrooms. As he walked in, he smelt the three different incense sticks were being burnt. Candles in holders were burning, and gave the room a really relaxed atmosphere. As he breathe in the smells and the air inside the house he begin to relax.
Already present were fifteen people most he hadn’t seen around the school, but they all were wearing the same type of clothes as Paul, Sandra and the others, all of them sitting on cushions, bean bags, or low-backed comfy armchairs and sofas. The addition of the new arrivals the living room was about full with out having space issues. The only two not dressed in traditional Gith clothing were Tom and himself. Tom was dressed in dark blue jeans and a red T-shirt. Paul took his and Sandra’s jacket along with her shoulder holster rig. He turned, and headed for the other door, he disappeared through it.
Sandra walked to the kitchenette, where the sink was, and got herself an open bottle of Cabilla from the fridge and two glasses from the draining board beside the sink. After she had poured out two glasses she put the bottle back in the fridge. She placed the two glasses down on the breakfast bar, pulling a stool out and sitting down.
He moved to stand on the living room side of the bar taking a mouthful of Cabilla after Sandra had passed him his, his improved hearing easily hearing the various conversations. He picked out Tom’s conversation and it sounded like he was enjoying him self. He took a second mouthful of Cabilla, a drink he liked. He watched Sandra thinking, ‘Are you the one person everyone looks for, the perfect match. I think I now understand what my life has been leading to. You know nothing about me and yet I feel as if you know me.’ The feeling of warmth and friendship he was feeling coming from the whole room was like nothing he had every felt before. The closest feeling he could remember was the friendship he had had with Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma all those years ago. ‘I hope those two still want to be friends.’ He hit himself internally. ‘Why didn’t I keep in contact with my friends.’
Sandra opened the pouch on her left hand side removing from it a small patar, lighter and a two once tin. The smell from the tin after Sandra had opened it was pleasant, not unlike one of the smells in the room. Sandra took a small amount of the dried green plant it contained, tearing it up before placing it in the large open end of the patar. She then took the lighter lighting it and placed the small end against her lips. She drew air through the pipe which drew the flame from the lighter into the bowl of the pipe. After a couple of seconds, she then held her breath, exhaling slowly.
“Yeah, I take people as I see them, not what they look like and in both of you I see people who are loyal to their views on life. I know how you came to be at the school. Your family died in Health and Safety accident three years ago, the compensation award to you by the company for not protecting the health and safety of their contractors included schooling until the end of college.” He looked at the patar and saw the top of the large bowl was covered in white ash. Sandra took the patar back and took a second inhale and like before she held her breath, exhaling slowly, Sandra looked into the bowl and tapped the patar against her lighter.
Sandra took another draw on the patar and again held her breath. After a few seconds she exhaled a stream of smoke into the air above her.
“How come you know that?” asked Paul, “and that’s bullshit, it weren’t Health and Safety accident, we’ll tell you at some point what we were told happened by friends of our parents.”
He turned to face Paul who was sat of the arm of the closest sofa. “I did some research into the two of you. A little background news archive research, and what I told you is all I know, but I don’t care about that. I see in both of you a loyalty to people who you call friends, and over the last nine months I’ve grown to respect the both of you in many ways.” He took his glass and took a mouthful, continuing after swallowing the liquid. “Even though you were almost never in school, the times you were you showed Tom and I respect and what I counted as friendship. Especially you, Paul, when you put that little twerp tight-end on the floor for giving me a dead arm.”
The gent sat beside Paul turned and offered a cigarette like object to Paul along with a lighter. Paul accepted it, then placed it in his mouth and lit it. When he had exhaled the smoke taken from the draw, he said, “That was nothing Nick. The twat deserved it; he had hit upon Abs and Sandra and had become a nuisance to both of them as well.”
He turned back to face Sandra. “And you Sandra, when I look at you I see friendly eyes and you always wear a smile when you see me.”
“Thank you Nicki. Oh, was it you that emailed me and Paul the notes from the lectures we missed?” she asked with a quizzical look on her face.
He heard the name Nicki again and without knowing what the other names were, he assumed it was aimed at him. ‘Ok, that’s twice. How would you know that’s the name I use when dressing. I never chatted to a real girl called Sandra in the Young Transgendered chat rooms I use.’
“Yes it was.” He looked away feeling his cheeks turning were heating up.
“Thank you Nicki.”
“Ok, what’s this with Nicki?” As that was the third time he had heard ‘Nicki’. Now he just wanted to find out why?
“Sorry, the first time I saw you walking to the far table in the canteen I saw someone who was down, but not the normal down of school life or the bullying you were getting. Let me explain. I watch people and being a Gangrel my vision is honed to quite a degree. In you I saw the muscle tone of a warrior, possibly a street fighter, and sometimes I am able discern what sex the person should be. Yours I very definitely can, it shows as female. Don’t you remember both me and Paul came and sat with you?”
“Yeah I do.”
“As members of the Gangrel Street Gang we are taught to see, the way you sat and held yourself confirmed it for me. Being new to the school, most men would be out trying to make friends, some girls sit defensively and make friends when other people approach. You acted very defensively towards us and when we sat with you for the first few times.”
“Yeah. I did. I think both me and Tom are a bit out of place here.” He took a mouthful of Cabilla returning the glass to the breakfast bar counter.
“Yeah I know. The two girls Tina and Abs — we sent them to meet you so you would make it to the party without running afoul of the locals,” said Paul, after knocking the ash from the end of the cigarette passing it on to the woman who was sitting in the arm chair proper.
Both the girls smiled as they were stood at the end of the breakfast bar. Both moved and gave him a hug and a quick kiss. He just felt his cheeks going red again as he wasn’t use to being hugged or the closeness the people at the party seemed to have with each other.
Paul then stood up and walked to the fridge, opened it, he took out a can of lager it fizzed as he opened it. When he had taken a swig he asked, “Can I ask you something Nick? Tom, I know why you are here, you love a good party.”
At this Tom smiled and continued to drink from a can of lager and chat to Wayne.
“Yeah, ask away,” he said taking a mouthful of Cabilla, the glass was about two thirds full. He placed the glass back on the breakfast bar and turned to face Paul as he did.
“I guess you aren’t too happy with your life of constant moving from place to place. Am I right in this?” enquired Paul. “How long before your next move?”
He read Paul’s face and felt as if he should tell the truth as he and Sandra seemed to want to know what Nick felt. ‘What the hell is happening to me. Paul’s question was out of interest not out of checking me out for some reason.’
“A few weeks, maybe a month tops. Yeah you’re right, I do wish my family would just settle down someplace and give me a normal life.”
“Have you ever thought of doing a bunk and disappearing?” asked Sandra. She took a draw on the pipe and again after holding it for a few seconds exhaled the blue tinted smoke.
“No, I’ve not had the friends who would take me in to allow me that chance, plus it would hurt my family.”
“It’s time for you to think about you Nick,” responded Paul in a matter of fact tone to his statement. “You will be going off to college in a couple of months anyway, they know that and how long before you are 18?”
“True, just over a month before I’m 18,” he said, and after a pause, Sandra passed him the pipe reloaded, with fresh dried plant taken from her tin and a lighter. “What do I do with this Sandra?”
“Smoke it. Stick the end with the small hole against your lips, hold the flame end over the bowl, light the lighter, and suck,” replied Sandra in a sarcastic tone. He heard a chuckle from the people that had heard the question.
He placed the small end against his lips and sparked the flint which lit the lighter. He then drew air through the pipe. The smoke from the burning dried plant burnt his throat as it went down into his lungs, this caused the involuntary response of a bout of hard coughing as he brought mucus from the wind pipe into his throat to cool the burnt area. The coughing lasted for a good thirty seconds and even then he could still feel the tenderness of the area. When he had finished coughing, the chemicals that had been absorbed into his blood began to take effect and he felt himself relaxing even more than the environment had relaxed him when he had walked in. As he relaxed he began to hear the music and smelt the smells from the various incense sticks being burnt. The music being played was excellent, slowly a smile of contentedness spread across his face.
Sandra asked, “Do you want to stay in this city?”
“Given the chance, no, but, I am not going to be able to go to the city I would want to live in.” He turned to face Sandra as he replied.
“Which is?” asked Paul.
“Theaban, the capital of Jarrzar. I had a couple of very good friends there,” he replied
“Ok. This isn’t Jarrzar but I have grown to really like you over the few times I’ve been with you. Paul, Tina and Abs have all said yes to you living here if you want,” suggested Sandra taking a mouthful of drink
“You serious?” he responded looking at Sandra in I’m not hearing this, ‘Your giving me the chance to disappear, why?’
“Very. I’ve never been more serious,” replied Sandra.
“Do you want to fit in here, Nick?” asked Paul.
“Maybe. Well yes, if it’s possible.” He looked at Paul and saw a few of the people beyond were looking happy at something. Tom’s face was one of go for it man, you deserve it.
“I guess you are worrying about things like clothes, yes?” asked Paul.
He nodded his head.
“Don’t worry about things like that. We plan ahead. We have to.”
Sandra picked up the two glasses of Cabilla moving from behind the breakfast bar, leading him to a couple of empty bean bags. She then sat down with her legs out-stretched, placing the two glasses on the raised area that surrounded the fireplace.
He took a long draw from the pipe and, for a second time, spent twenty seconds coughing.
At this everyone in the room laughed and said at the same time, “Welcome to the land of the stoned.”
He began to feel very light headed, everything started to spin. The next thing he realised he was sitting in the lap of Sandra. He could feel her hand slowly stroking his bare arm in a seductive manor.
She brought her head close to his ear whispering, “Don’t be startled and please hear me out.”
He smelt the fragrance Sandra was wearing. ‘I know that smell, where from.’ He thought about what Sandra had just said and nodded, ‘Yes. Ok’.
Sandra continued, “I know about what you do in your spare time. The cross-dressing and all that.”
His eyes opened widely. “Hey! How?” he whispered back somewhat angrily.
“You are not the only one who does research into people. I’ve been watching you for a few months. We in the Gangrels invite members to join rather than accept just anyone as most people couldn’t live up to our standards. I’ve also broken into your place and found the clothes.”
“Shit, why didn’t I upgrade the security at home,” he said quietly
“What?” Sandra asked in a tone that said, ‘I’m interested in knowing the reason behind that reply’.
“I’m a freelance security expert, I break into people’s houses and test the security and, if the owners want an upgrade, I upgrade it so most thieves can’t break in.”
“Ah...” He heard Sandra’s voice raise as something clicked. “I see. You see Tina?”
He nodded yes.
“She is a full-time cross dresser and you know how good she is at Electronics; she made our bike communication system and it’s also used by seven other Gangrel Street Gang units. Come with me and say goodbye to Nick.”
“Ok. I think I can see where this is going, and you don’t mind?” he asked in a questioning manner
“No, to be honest I have fallen in love with you, and it’s not your male ego either.” Sandra responded wearing the smile he loved so much. “Come with me.”
He stood up and helped Sandra to her feet. He then followed Sandra as she moved around the outside of the main seating area towards the door that led to the bedrooms.
Paul looked at the two as they headed for Sandra’s room. He smiled, and thought ‘Welcome to the Gangrels Nick.’
*****
Chapter 3
The corridor was easily 10metres long and a couple of metres wide. From the corridor were three closed doors and one open one, which led to the bathroom. Just behind the door hanging from the wall was a coat rack with the various jackets and shoulder holster rigs of the guests on. On the floor was a thin blue carpet, the walls were the same colour as the living room and had low wattage bulbs in the light fixtures.
Sandra led him to her bedroom, where she grabbed her leather jacket, a second one and her shoulder holster rig from some hangers behind the door. The spare jacket she handed him was a standard leather jacket that just covered the torso from the waist up, on the back was a similar Wolf’s head motif as Tina was wearing. “You had better wear this. We’ve taking my bike. I want to show you the city after dark on this side of the street, where life truly is.”
“Ok.” He looked at Sandra and was wearing a face he had forgotten about. It was the one that was interested in learning about the environment, the ups, the downs, where people went for what and everything else he could learn, his Street Ghost face.
The two of them walked back through the living room, where Sandra took down, from the shelf beside the front door, two small black boxes. He followed Sandra as she walked into the early evening proper. The sun was now gone, but in the west you could see the redness of the evening. The redness faded to a mid blue and then it gradually faded to black which ran from about the middle of the sky. Sandra walked to where her bike was parked under the veranda. He stood at the bottom of the steps staring in shock, at the size of it, as she wheeled it out and propped it on the second stand. The light above the garage door provided enough light for him to see the bike was clean and looked well maintained. Sandra handed him one of the small black boxes out of which came two wires, one was attached to a piece of material, the second length of wire was attached to an ear piece. “Our communication system, put this on and we’ll be able to chat as we are driving.”
“Ok,” he responded smiling. He clipped the black box to his trousers, placing the earpiece in his ear. He then watched Sandra put hers on and copied the location for the material band. He felt the small piece of technology was sown into the middle of the band rest against his voice box.
“Place the tech against your voice box, you only need to make the voice box vibrate, the technology in the material picks up the vibration and the box transmits it to all people on the frequency in the 3-mile range. The earpiece removes the air from your ear channel and then via the piece behind your ear vibrates the responses to the bones of your middle ear.”
He heard Sandra’s voice over the earpiece say, “Do you hear me ok?”
Rather than talking normally, he kept his mouth closed and forced his voice box to vibrate as if he was speaking. “Yeah, do you hear me?”
“Yeah, I do.” He smiled at the affirmation.
He watched Sandra who stood the Wazz-Uki 1000 up off its side stand and swung her leg over so she could sit on the bike. She flicked out the kick start, which was located on the right hand side. She semi stood and forced the kick start down hard. As the engine caught Sandra operated the throttle a little and let the engine drop to a gentle purr. She turned and patted the seat behind her.
As Sandra throttled he heard the engine, even with his relatively limited knowledge of motorbikes, the engine sounded well looked after. He walked towards the motorbike putting the jacket on as he did. He swung his leg over the passenger’s seat sitting behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held on.
Sandra switched the lights on, pulled the clutch, dropped the gears into first, and throttled up. She released the clutch as she increased the throttle. The clutch caught and the engine sound dropped as it started to pull at the back brake. She released the brake and pulled the bike up and out of the darkening driveway. At the end of the driveway, she turned left onto the minor street.
She drove down the short distance between the driveway and the main road that ran from Richmond Park District to West Central District. At the junction she turned the bike west and headed towards the western end of Central District.
*****
Sandra drove down the street at 40 miles per hour allowing Nick the chance to look around and see what life was like for the lower and underclass of society. As he looked at the street he saw that this main road was very similar to 76th street, except there were no drug dealers. Instead he saw both male and female street walkers touting for business from the passing cars belonging to the better offs, or those locals who had some money as they headed for the night clubs and parties. He saw a pair of girls climb into the back of a saloon car. He could hear the trendy popular songs that most of the commercial radio stations played, being played over one hundred feet away, and it got louder as they approached. It indicated and suddenly pulled out in front of Sandra which caused her to brake and swerve around him. Sandra hit the horn and stared at the driver who looked back and looked as if he was laughing. He wasn’t sure if he was laughing at Sandra’s reaction or something that had been said in the car.
He looked at both sides of the streets up the side roads. The buildings were run down only, only one in six maybe seven looked as if was being looked after by the landlords or the inhabitants, maybe both. Even on the side streets that joined the main road, it looked very much the same. The pavements and roads were broken up or in the process of breaking up. They had potholes in or the tarmac had worn way and the surface beneath was visible. Down some side streets he saw CSP(Corporate Security Checkpoints) which normally indicated the borders of an enclave either belonging to a specific corporation or the corporation his mum and dad worked for. These sights and what he had seen as he arrived disgusted him, he began to recall what one of his friends, the Street Ghost, Uhura had told and showed him on a few occasions. ‘The corporations have a lot to answer for.’ His thoughts went back to the conversation he had had with his father when they were living in Jarrzar and the chat with Wong-Ma’s father about ‘Capitalism’ and the ‘corporate way’. He was beginning to see both of the concepts and theories as being fundamentally wrong. Looking at the corners as Sandra drove past, showed people down on their luck, street walkers, or the homeless not those who didn’t want to work, but people who the corporations didn’t need. They would work if given the chance, but they wouldn’t care about the ethics of the companies or corporations, just to get a little money to support themselves. Other corners had groups of youths milling about looking for something to do, or watching for other gangs attempts to transgress the borders. Eighty percent of the shops on the main road were either burnt out, had the fronts covered by heavy wooden sheets or metal grills.
He heard, over the earpiece, Sandra’s voice, “This is the real city, the corporations have priced 90% of the small independently owned local shops out of business. The only place people can buy anything are corporate-run Malls and mega-stores, where most of the stuff is over priced and not of good quality.”
As Sandra was saying this she drove past a large, brightly lit open plot. On the far side was a massive building, easily three stories high, the large sign that took up the top two floors in the centre said, ‘Rotanna HyperStore’.
“I never knew about this.” He realized, ‘Maybe Sandra was right. Maybe he was a warrior, a warrior for the people not the MegaCorporations he would have likely joined if he had not been offered this chance.’
*****
Fifteen minutes after leaving the house, Sandra slowed and stopped the bike. She then kicked down the kick stand climbing off after he had. They both walked towards the edge of an old quarry workings drop. He stopped and stood next to Sandra looking out over the site.
In front of him was a large site with tall chimneys, large buildings and large covered tanks, that probably contained some form of chemical. The chimneys were spewing smoke and all the buildings and tanks were lit up by powerful lights. His improved vision was picking out the various vehicles that were driving on the roads inside the compound, vapours coming from joins in the various pipes that ran all over the site. Surround the site was an eight feet high wall topped by cartal razor wire facing out over the pavement. He looked at the towers that jutted out from the wall, each one looked as if they were for watching the inside of the walls. He knew that was to get around the laws that indicated anyone outside the grounds was under the judistiction of the city government. The convex mirrors and the two guards watching the city side of the wall proved how this corporation was getting around that World Government law.
He settled his vision on one of the guard towers seeing the inside, he saw that most of the towers had at least three guards. Placed on a weapons rack, hung on the wall were five assault grade weapons. Each tower was equipped with ten high powered lights that shone towards the floor and out from the tower.
“What is this place?” he asked.
“This place was bought by the corporation your father and mother works for and is the site where my mum and dad died. The previous owners in the upper management kept the budget to be spent on Health and Safety signs and warnings and general inspections, far lower than other companies spent, to increase the bottom line. They knew to run the correct Health and Safety procedures on all their sites would slash the profits by a third.”
He heard the ‘slash the profits by a third’ and stared at Sandra. “You are kidding.”
Sandra shock her head and he read the face and it to said, ‘no’. “In the end most days it was a miracle an accident didn’t happen. One day one did happen; a large stack of 25 gallon drums, which was far higher than was correct for the chemical the barrels contained collapsed. The drums contained a bio-hazardous chemical. When the stack collapsed it crushed the cab on the truck my dad was driving. The resulting spill as the drums came down and tops flew off, also killed mum. She was the first on the scene and the signs that should have been visible weren’t. It was found out later than none existed at all on the entire sight, none of the drums had signs others were even miss-labelled. From what we were told by Echo Tech Security Investigations, neither would have suffered the fumes alone did most damage to the first eight on site. As all of them died within thirty seconds. Then the first corporate rescue services arrived and they had the correct breathing apparatus. Did you hear about the Maplar Chemical spill three years ago.”
“Yes, from what I remember Digital System News went massive on the whole tragedy and because of this the corporation was forced to settle big time.”
“Yeah, big time. To the high profile management maybe, not to us the mere contractors families. The corporation apologized and paid a pittance to us, and if it weren’t for Echo Legal Support Trust paying the legal bills we probably wouldn’t have gotten that. They then sold the entire site to Ebbsu and made over four million on the sale. They did offer to school us both and pay for our college, but we weren’t looking for that. We needed a lump sum to make sure that we were supported. The biggest advantage was that mum and dad owned the house outright, so we weren’t homeless after the accident.”
He knelt down and placed his hands around the sides of his face and rested his elbows on his knees. He had heard what Sandra had said, and began to wonder what Timaus had meant when he said, ‘The Echo Trusts are what make the difference to the people outside the umbrella. If Echo Legal Support Trust paid for the legal costs, hang on what did I hear, ‘All Corporations had dirty hands except C.Industries, those hands are dirty cleaning up the other corporations messes.’ I know C.Industries is under the Echo Tech Umbrella, and if. Bloody hell! Now I understand,’ as things clicked into place
“Back on the bike. We have a three more places to visit. The next one is one of the few public hospitals left in the city, which is run by the city government.”
*****
The route Sandra took to the hospital, which was located south of the factory complex, took only ten minutes, but it ran through one of the many true slum areas of South Central. Here like before he saw the same, rundown apartment blocks, tenement buildings and open areas waiting for some corporation to buy the land and put a new enclave or business park on it. As Sandra drove past one of the few Free Fire Zones which operated in or on the borders of the district. He saw the areas of battle damage to the houses and the large expanses of waste land or rubblized buildings. In these areas he knew from watching the various news programs that law and order was in the hands of either the local gangs or strong men and small groups of well armed thugs.
Sandra slowed and turned into the small car-park outside the Emergency and Casualty entrance. She stopped the bike in one of the bays for bikes. Both Sandra and him climbed off and walked in through the open double doors. The inner set were closed and Sandra pushed the middle and opened the two so she could walk into the waiting room. Once through the door she was accosted by a young boy who slipped past Sandra and out through the closing double doors.
He noticed that he looked ill, but he still had a smile on his face when he saw Sandra. His checked shirt was faded and the trousers he was wearing was torn in places and patched in others.
Sandra turned to face him. “I volunteer along with the most of the people at the party, and I know most of the regulars in here personally as I also home visit. The problem this and the other public hospitals have is that the corporations price the drugs at the point that if you don’t have medical insurance you don’t get the treatments. David, the young one we saw when we walked in suffers from lukaria, and his parents can’t really afford the drugs and treatments he needs, but they do so by not eating for days at a time. Some days when I come here I’m surprised that he’s not gone.”
He stood to one side of the door and shook his head and looked around the waiting room, it was full to overflowing. He saw two doctors, five nurses and two orderlies, all had large bags under their eyes. The waiting room itself wasn’t exactly clean, but it wasn’t dirty either. On most of the seats were children or young mothers nursing babies and toddlers.
Sandra had moved and sat down on one of the only free red plastic seats. She began chatting with one mother who was holding a small baby, who was quietly crying.
“Don’t cry, what’s wrong?” Sandra asked in a comforting voice.
“My baby is sick. The doctor says he can’t do anything. They don’t have the necessary drugs to treat her, and I can’t afford to go to the any other hospital.”
He looked at the mother and saw in her face and the way she held her baby the love she had for the infant. Inside his stomach went very tight and his face changed from shock to one of anger for the Corporations generally. ‘Why price the drugs out of reach of the people.’ He turned and walked calmly out of the waiting room back into the night. He headed for one of the columns supporting the cover for the Emergency Entrance. He bent down leaning against the column and stared into the night sky, his face one of pure anger and hatred. ‘Timaus, Damien, I think I will be joining the ranks of the Street Ghosts. Creator help the Corporations when I have finished with them.’
*****
Sandra looked up from playing with the baby and looked around for Nick. She saw he had disappeared. She got up and wandered out the main door into the night. From the light produced by the four working fluorescence tubes and the light streaming from the entrance, she saw him leaning up against a column looking into the night’s sky. Sandra walked the short distance to where he was crouched. “You ok?”
“No,” came his reply, “I’m actually very angry. Earlier today I remembered what my friends in Theaban showed me all those years ago, the corporate brainwashing the schools do had an effect on me. Until now that is. Does the girl know who the father is?” Nick stood up and turned to face her.
She looked into a face of someone who had made up their mind, and The Creator help those who get in the way. “I wouldn’t have thought so. Most of the mothers are single mothers, and the fathers are corporate middle and upper management that want a bit on the side as well as a nice family life. Do you want to head back to the house hun? I think you’ve seen enough for one evening.”
“Thanks. Where were you going to take me next?” She walked with Nick to where the bike was parked.
“Just to the tower, it’s a place where the street people go to be in a quiet place away from the busy street and survival. It’s where we watch the Corporations conduct business and to watch the world go by.”
“Let’s go there. Can I drive for a bit?” Nick asked
“Yeah you can.” Sandra handed him the keys and let him climb onto the driver’s position.
He slammed the kick start down and the engine caught. He let the engine settle into a purr.
Sandra climbed on behind him. “So can I take it you are going to stay on this side of the street with us Dirt Siders?”
He turned his head and smiled ‘Yes I am’ at Sandra. ‘I think I have found my partner and equal.’
*****
On the journey from the hospital to the Tower, Sandra directed him on a small tour of the city, so he could see the sights and places the Dirt Siders called home. To sites the corporations wanted, where hired in thugs and gangs, from other districts were told to empty, forcibly if need be, one, more than likely a few tenement and apartment blocks. The Corporate Security Forces providing a barrier between the angry locals and the thugs throwing the furniture from upper storey windows so that when the item landed it shattered or broke. Forcing the people to clear up the mess as the city security would arrest them for littering. He could see groups of twos and threes from Echo Security. They were powerless to help the people as the corporation had purchased the land from the city government or the previous freeholders, they just didn’t bother with the niceties of the housing laws; giving the occupants time to leave on their own. The following night after the contract was signed the thugs moved in and started the clearance and put up the hoardings that would keep out the squatters.
“That’s the way the sites are left as empty vacant buildings for months, sometimes years. I’ve seen a couple of sites that have been owned by one Corporation lie empty for six years, and they still don’t look like it’s going to do anything to the site,” Sandra said over the communication system.
*****
He pulled up outside the Needle Dome Tower. The car park was full of disused and burnt out vehicles ranging from the massive seven trailer road train cabs to the small sub compacts. In places he could see the angles cars were at indicated they had been involved in explosions, probably from local gangs having turf battles. The lights that would have illuminated the car-park no longer worked. Having had the lighting filaments stolen, busted or fail from usage long ago. His knowledge of the city told him that the Needle Dome Tower once upon a time was one of the main attractions of the City. The observation platform restaurant was world famous for its food. Then sixty years ago Echo Tower Suraban was constructed and opened by the World President. The floating restaurant became the place to be seen and people flocked to it, the Needle Dome tower lost it’s appeal. Then 40 years ago Suraban City Government closed it as it was costing a couple of million a year and they could not afford it.
Sandra climbed off and taking his hand she led him to a busted window pane near where the lobby finished and the offices that made up the first five floors started. Once they where inside the lobby, he saw a expansive area with four separate reception desks and above them were the signs of the last companies to use the office space in the dome. They found the only working lift to be at the bottom of the shaft, which he guessed normally indicated no one was on the observation platform or the top of the dome. They travelled up to the top of the dome, walking out on to the surface. They walked to where the dome started to go down and became dangerous. The entire dome was made from galvanised Setadar panels welded to a reinforced Setadar frame work. He had seen tele programs that told the story of the construction of the dome and the supporting tower as well. They sat down looking north, out across the city towards the Commercial and corporate centre of Central, South Docks and East Stevran Districts.
The night sky above was clear except for the odd cloud. The stars that made up the heaven twinkled and looked down upon the pair. Sandra placed her hand around his waist and held him tight. He could feel that the holding was affectionate but it missed something, he could not work out what it missed. In the sky flew short haul passenger planes, cargo planes and suborbitals, as they flew four to five hundred passengers at speeds in excess of Mach seven and eight. It would take a suborbital four hours to fly from Suraban to Echo City where an old style jet plane would take eight or nine hours.
The pair spent a good while there, just looking out at the sky scrapers of Central, watching the police, local news and radio station choppers, as they went about their business. They both rolled and slowly smoked an entire Cambar cigarette and laughed at some of their adventures in Suraban. The sounds that drifted up to them were the sirens of local and Echo Tech Security vehicles speeding down the roads, the local emergency response units, and just the sounds of vehicles moving around as well as city life.
He saw Sandra look up and she pointed at her favourite star shape, he saw it and smiled, neither of them wanting to destroy the special occasion this was.
Sandra looked into the face of Nick and saw happiness, joy and what she thought was unconditional love for her.
‘Are you the one Sandra, are you the one I’m meant to spend my life with?’ Nick thought. He too looked into Sandra’s face and saw happiness at being here with him.
Sandra thought whilst sitting on the Dome, with the person she hoped would become her partner, ‘Mum, dad I wish you were alive now to see me and also to welcome the Bitch Vixens’ newest member I think.’
After thirty minutes had passed, but it could have be a couple of hours for all the pair cared. Sandra said, “One more place to go Nick, do you remember I said to let yourself go and say good bye to Nick?”
“Yeah I do.”
“Then do so and let me and the guys show you what you could look and feel like,” she paused for a bit, “in reality. For if I am right then the Aces Gang is going to be in for a shock.”
“Ok.” Nick replied smiling evilly to her self. At this he knew ‘Nick’ was on his last few minutes of life. ‘Be warned, for the Black Fairy rises.’
*****
Chapter 4
The pair travelled back to where the motorbike was park, and he drove back to the house where they entered through the side door, on the side alley that led to the garden.
He was led by Sandra into her bedroom, where when they had entered he looked around the room. The room was about the same size as his old room. A fitted wardrobe lined the wall that backed onto the other large bedroom, a dressing table sat opposite along with a couple of shelving units on which was a few books and other items of Sandra’s. The floor was polished wooden laminate. A double bed, with a bed side table on each side, sat under the window. An office style chair sat under the dressing table and a couple of easy chairs sat on the corridor wall.
He handed his jacket to Sandra who hung it from the coat hooks, behind the door they were joined by Sandra’s boot knife and shoulder holster rig. Sandra then led him to the chair under the dressing table and sat him down. “I want to ask you something.”
“Ok, ask away,” he replied looking happily into the eyes of his friend and now partner.
“Will you Nick, allow me to transform you, from who you are now into who we both know you are inside here?” and she stabbed her finger into his chest.
“I do,” he replied.
“Undress then, totally.” Sandra headed for her wardrobe starting to rummage through it.
He did just that he undressed removing all of his clothes including the female mini briefs and top he had worn earlier. He knew his physique was not too bad, toned and honed by the cycling and the shadow sparring he did. Most weekends he would do a good forty miles in the higher gears and the route normally included at least two good hill climbs. His Sumdar afternoons were spent in the garden of his old home shadow fighting and running through the various forms and sequences he had been taught during his life on the road. The one advantage he knew he had was, he had a lot less body hair than most men, including his dad, and most of it was really light in colour and difficult to see against his skin.
“How much smoking terminology do you understand?” Sandra asked looking right at Nick’s face after checking the rest of the body over. ‘You are going to make one hell of a good looking Vixen.’
“A bit. I know what a waterpipe and a patar are and how to roll a cigarette, but that’s about it, until I came here I have never even smoked a cigarette.”
“See my pouch?” she said pointing to the pouch on her belt. “Get the tin out and load the blue waterpipe with Cambar.”
“Ok.” He hoped no one was going to walk in whilst he was in his current state. He stood and walked to where Sandra was still rummaging through the chest of draws inside the wardrobe. He took the tin out, opened it and scooped out some Cambar. He loaded the waterpipe like Sandra had requested.
After he had loaded it, Sandra said, “Bring it here.”
He walked towards her carrying the waterpipe.
Sandra stood and took the waterpipe, she took her lighter out of the pouch and lit it. After putting the large end against her mouth she took a good draw from the waterpipe which bubbled as she drew the smoke through the pipe and through the water. After finishing the smoke in the long tube she handed it to him along with the lighter.
He also too took a good draw from it, this time only coughing a few times as the water cooled the hot smoke. He held it in for a few seconds exhaling the smoke slowly.
Sandra stood up holding a black corset which she had taken from a hanger in the main wardrobe section. She passed him it along with a matching thong. He stepped into the thong and pulled it up. The feeling of him pulling it up was the death blow of ‘Nick’. For the next how ever long it took her true love to transform ‘Nick’ from his current state to the new and improved person was her cocoon stage. The female to emerge the other side would take the war to the Corporations that deserved her retribution.
Sandra moved around to her back wrapping the corset around her. The front middle was hooked from the bottom to the top. Sandra tightened the ribbon until the corset was tight but not uncomfortable. Sandra then took a box from the top of the chest of drawers, opened it and took out two breast forms which she slipped into the right locations. She removed them and applied a gluey substance to the flat back and for a second time she positioned them and stepped back. She smiled and nodded her approval at the way the new member was beginning to look. “See what I mean, I think ahead. Sit in the chair and Tina and I will do your makeup. You want a drink?”
“Yeah please.” She walked to the chair in front of the dresser and sat down, waiting for Sandra and Tina to return.
*****
Sandra walked out and headed to the fridge and took two lagers out. She saw Tina looking at her with a face that side, ‘what’s happening hun?’
She smiled back and mouthed, “Shall we dance hun.”
Tina’s head nodded an approving way and tapped Abs on the arm.
“It’s almost time to welcome our ninth member.”
“I’ll get everything ready. A Delt 357 you think?” Abs replied.
“Yeah,” answered Tina as she got up and took her glass. she followed Sandra towards Sandra’s bedroom.
As Tina was disappearing through the corridor door she was walking through the front door heading for the garage and the Bitch Vixens arsenal.
Sandra walked back in with Tina close behind. Tina closed the door and the pair looked at Nick and Tina walked towards Nick thinking about something.
“Can we do this without you seeing the results until the end?”
“Ok, I guess, as long as I can still drink!”
Sandra walked to the wardrobe and opened it, she had an idea how long Tina was going to be over the base makeup, this gave her about thirty minutes to get the items for Nick to wear. Hold-Ups were a must as Nick did like to wear stocking at points as she had found numerous pairs when she had broken in.
She took a pair out of the top drawer. She turned to face Tina waving to get her attention. Tina looked at her and she pointed at her boots and then at Nick’s shoes and mouthed, ‘Size?’
Tina bent down, grabbed one and tossed it at Sandra. Sandra caught the underarm lob and looked inside and saw the size said eight. She smiled as she was had the same size feet. She bent down and took out one of her spare Setadar Toe Capped Biker Boots. With the boots went a pair of her Black eight inch wide baggies. These were soon joined by one of the matching tops she had. She removed her top and slipped the other one to match the one Nick was going to wear. She walked to where Tina was applying the white setting powder.
*****
Tina took a blindfold from the top draw of the dresser and placed it over Nick’s eyes, smiling as she did. Tina turned and opened Sandra’s dresser side drawers which revealed Sandra’s main make-up supply, this was joined by Sandra’s small travelling case. She rummaged through the bottom left draw and found a new, un-opened Gothage White Matt Concealer Foundation she took it out along with a large tub of moisturizer. She opened the moisturizer and took some and massaged it into Nick’s face, when the moisturizer had gone she applied the Concealer Foundation and that too was massaged in until it was a thin layer covering enough of the shadow to make people wonder, as Tina knew when Nick started hormones it would be so much easier to cover the shadow as the speed it grew slowed and the hair became finer.
She looked at Nick sat there in the chair whilst she waited for the foundation to set slightly, she thought, ‘If you bring just your skills in electronics and computers to us, you are going to be an asset to us, but seeing you like this, I think you are going to bring so much more, welcome to the Gangrels whatever you name yourself. It will be a pleasure to work along side you.’
When it had set to the point she wanted, she applied the white finishing powder. She took the large brush and the pot of loose powder. Sandra mixed her own out of a slightly cream finishing powder and bright white talcum powder. Tina dabbed the powder all over Nick’s face and then lightly brushed the powder so it covered what it had to, including the top and side join of the form to the skin.
Sandra then walked over carrying some clothes and smiled at the way Nick looked.
After Nick had felt the brush applying some finishing power to his face, he was stood on and felt the other friend slide a pair of something that felt like a silky, very fine mesh like material. He realised that these must be a pair of hold-up stockings.
He then had his right foot placed into what felt like a pair of boots. He was allowed to stand whilst he felt someone checking the boot for a fitting. It was removed and he was sat back down into the chair.
Tina said to her, “Close your eyes hun. I’m about to remove your blindfold so I can do the last bit, your eyes.”
She closed this eyes and the blindfold was removed. She could feel the moisturizer and then the foundation being applied to the eye area and the area covered by the blindfold. When the setting powder had been applied, he felt eye-shadow being applied to the eye lids, this feeling was followed by liquid eyeliner which he felt being applied to the upper lids along the edge of the eyelashes. The application of mascara was the last job Tina did. He was at last able to take a swig from his can of beer.
She then felt a pair of trousers being slipped on. She was made to stand so the trousers could be pulled right up and fastened. This was followed by the pulling on of a top which finished his look. He felt his right foot being lifted and placed in the boot again. When she was firmly into the boot the left leg was lifted and placed into the other boot.
He felt the hair tie being removed from the male pony tail he wore and one of the pair’s hands slightly change his hair, probably to a slightly more feminine look.
The other one led him a few feet and stopped him saying, “Open your eyes my lover.”
He opened his eyes and looked right at a full length mirror. The human looking back, was the one from her dreams. A real bitch-looking female with nicely sized breasts cleavage was implied rather than shown directly. Her hips were noticeable but not too large. The boots, she was wearing, felt comfortable, and the trousers where of the baggy variety most Giths preferred, when not wearing long skirts. The top was tight and you could just see the outline of the corset through it. ‘I need to correct the minor issue of the forms and other male noticeable bits.’ She stood looking at the woman looking back and knew with out any doubt that she had made the right choice.
Through the haze of the birth she heard Sandra’s voice saying, “Tina did your face while I got the clothes ready.”
She realised that ‘her’ was here to stay. ‘I’m not being known as Nicki, that’s for sure.’ She thought for a few seconds and decided on her new name.
“Thank you both. I think I’ll be called Nibola Calton — or Nibs for short.”
Sandra heard the name and thought, ‘I was so right when I asked the guys about asking you to join.’ “Welcome to the Gangrels, Nibs.”
Nibs turned to face Sandra and saw she was wearing a matching top. Her face was one of pure happiness.
“Yes welcome to the Gangrels, Nibs. Let’s introduce our newest member to the others,” said Tina with a happy tone in her voice.
“Just confirm something for me, the Gangrels are a street gang?”
Tina stepped towards the door to open it and said as she did, “Yes, The Gangrels are a Street Gang that we all, bar Tom, belong to.”
“Yes, let’s.” Sandra moved to her side stepping through the open door slightly ahead of her. Tina joined the two and brought up the rear.
Sandra walked to the door to the living room and opened it and allowed her to enter first.
Paul saw the door open and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He moved to stand beside the door, just as the newest member entered. He took something out of his trouser pocket and placed it around Nibs’ neck. “Use the patar with pride.”
Nibs saw that Abs was standing beside Paul. In her hands was an open pouch, and inside was the same size tin as everyone else’s, the belt was a standard combat utility belt, a lot of Street Ghosts used, as did she when she broke in to homes. Abs wrapped the belt around her waist securing it at the front. She then made sure the pouch was on the left hand side of her body. “Always keep the tin topped up.”
She turned and saw everyone in the room was smiling. She completed the turn and gave Sandra a kiss on the lips.
After the kiss broke Sandra said, “In the cellar here and a few other places throughout the city we have enough Cambar growing to supply us all and keep us supplied all the time.”
“Thank you all.” She moved into the living room. Only once before in her or her life had she felt so welcomed, and that was during Nick’s life whilst she was living in Jarrzar at the party a couple of weeks before she left and went to Rujunvia, ‘I wonder how Tammeria’s getting on?’.
“Darla also has something for you,” said Abs smiling similar smiles as Sandra, Paul and the rest of the people.
*****
Tom looked up when the door had opened and Paul had moved to stand beside the door. He stared as the new arrival walked in. He saw Paul place a patar around her neck and then Abs wrapped a belt with a pouch on around her waist. After moving away from the pair she turned and gave a kiss to Sandra who returned the kiss. He saw Paul was smiling more than anyone else at this action. The kiss broke and the woman entered the living room proper, where he saw her take the tin from her pouch and load the pipe.
He thought, ‘When I walked into the party I was in heaven,’ but to look at the newest arrival he knew he was missing something in his life. He got up and walked over, asking, “May I ask your name madam?”
“You may,” the woman’s replied, “My name is Nibola Calton or Nibs for short.”
“Hang on, I know that voice.” He stared in utter shock as he realised he was taking to Nick, but this was not Nick. “Nick?” he exclaimed and asked at the same time.
“Nick — who’s Nick?” came Nis’ reply, “Nick is dead. Nibs now inhabits this body.”
He heard true confidence in her voice and the slight slouch Nick had was gone, Nibs stood straight and held her head high. “You’ve changed Nick somehow Sandra.” ‘I wish I had someone who would do that for me.’ He was unhappy inside as he had a feeling he would never find true love. The kiss Nibs had given Sandra showed true love, love for an equal.
*****
Nibs looked at Tom as he returned to his seat, and saw that even though Tom hid it well, he was unhappy. ‘One day Tom, I think this evening is me being invited to join and for you to be helped.’ Darla stood up closely followed by Angel and Damieel. As the pair walked just behind Darla, she looked at them seeing two very happy identical females. Darla was carrying a long box with the clip to open it facing her. Darla held the box so she could open it, inside was an eight-inch combat survival knife and scabbard. Angel and Damieel both moved around Darla and kissed her on each cheek. She moved to the seat Jonathan and Michella had vacated for her and Sandra. She saw everyone in the room was smiling at welcoming a new member. She knew that this day she had left the world of a loner and entered the world where the whole of the Gangrel Street Gang was her friend.
*****
15th Juwar 02:00BN
At two in the morning Paul suggested, “Let’s go and have some fun with the vents.”
The thirteen people who were still enjoying the party all stood smiling, as this had turned into a great party, the welcoming or a new member, and now having fun with the ‘Vents’.
“Yeah,” responded a few of the party goers as they stood up to follow him.
He headed into the bedroom corridor and grabbed the leather jackets and holster rigs from the coat hooks just inside the door. Abs and Tina both headed for their room which was beside the side door. After he had passed all the remaining jackets out, he headed for the farthest door on the opposite side of the corridor to Sandra’s and Tina’s and Abs’ room. He walked out, a couple of minutes later wearing his holster which hung from his belt just in front of his pouch. On the opposite side was a second open topped pouch, in it were four magazines. Paul was sliding his left arm into his jacket. When he had walked into the living room, Darla passed him a communication system, which he clipped to his belt just behind the magazine pouch. He then passed the wires up his back and over his shoulder. Abs followed by Tina walked into the living room wearing their jackets and communication systems.
Whilst the others were moving she stood and waited for her jacket and communication system. Sandra headed for her bedroom and grabbed the two leather jackets Sandra and her had worn earlier that evening.
Sandra also took a second shoulder holster rig from the hook beside the door. When she came back into the living room, she threw the shoulder holster and leather jacket to Nibs.
Nibs slipped the shoulder holster on. She saw Abs walk back into the living room and head for her carrying a second pistol. Her hand grasped around the outside of the trigger guard. In her other hand was four magazines. Abs handed her an Echo Delt .357 heavy automatic pistol along with the 4 magazines.
“That’s yours Nibs, a welcome to the Bitch Vixens present,” said Abs as she smiled and slid the pistol home into the holster.
She felt good and happy to be welcomed.
“How are you with an SMG?” asked Sandra when she had finished putting her jacket on. She was carrying a HK77 SMG.
“Don’t know, why?”
“When we go out having fun I normally use this.” She showed her the HK77 SMG, “Or an M22 Assault Carbine.”
An evil grin spread across the her face. Sandra passed the weapon to her along with five full blank firing magazines. She slipped the sling over her head and right shoulder. She moved the weapon to her back and took the magazines Sandra had handed her. These went into the two front pockets of her jacket. She clipped the pockets closed and zipped up the front of her jacket and followed everyone else out of the house and down the steps.
As she walked out of the house she heard Darla ask, “You coming Tom or are you staying here?”
“How can I? I’ve not got a jacket or bike.” replied Tom.
“You have now.” Paul disappeared towards his room, and returned with a leather jacket, which he passed to Tom.
“Transport?” was the next question that came from Tom.
“You can ride with me Tom,” replied Darla.
*****
The group, which included three large motor-trikes and seven motor-bikes drove through the streets towards one of the many corporate housing estates that existed along the borders of South Central and Richmond Park District. The estates were smart, clean and well maintained. Most of the habitation blocks were either prefab single storey homes or ten/eleven storey tower blocks gleaming with glass, clean steel and concrete. Each street and road they drove through was well maintained with tarmac, the pot-holes were quickly filled and repaired. The pavements were again in much better state than the ones in South Central. The trees and in places borders of bushes were planted in specifically created areas and not just sticking through the pavements and the roots splitting the pavement as they snaked through the ground.
The group played chase as one would roar through the estates with the rest of the group following a few seconds behind. At some junctions they stopped.
She loaded the first blank round. As Paul wheel span in the middle of the group she pulled the trigger and aimed the barrel into the air. The kick from the action working and the spent casing being thrown clear went into her elbow. Her knowledge of her own body and the limited control she had over it, she tensed up the skin and muscles which lessened the impact of the kick against the elbow. The blank firing making as much noise as the real bullets but with out the risk of a bullet hitting a civilian as it came back to earth.
The group which now numbered ten motorbikes, five motor-trikes and a heavy open top convertible pulled up in the car-park belonging to three corporate owned housing tower blocks. Sandra drove into the middle of the circle formed and after she had loaded the forth magazine, Sandra selected second, pulled and locked the front brake. As she fired the first round Sandra revved the engine high and released the clutch and the rear wheel started to spin. She released the throttle and grabbed it again before it could fully reset and the engine stall, and revved the engine high again pushing the revvs towards the red line.
From the convertible came the sweet sounds of The Huntress’ song, ‘To Die Old is a Sin’.
As Sandra took the bike around in a circle, she could see Tom was loving it.
Tom knew when Tina had asked him to come he knew the party was going to be fun, he enjoyed being around the Giths and Gangrels, they knew how to have a good time and pretty much enjoyed life. The only down side of going to South Central High was the Aces and the bullying he had drawn the brunt of, he wasn’t very big and like Nick and more than likely Nibs, he hated footbaal, he hated most sports really. As Sandra completed her first three sixty the group including him shouted one and half way through her second he saw the security guards begin to move as they had started to receive complaints from the residents. On a few of the balconies stood adults who were looking down angry at the scene of the various motor vehicles revving engines and playing heavy rock very loud. He tapped Darla on the shoulder and pointed at the security officers as they headed for the doors.
Darla spoke over the communication system, “Security.”
He grabbed the hold strap as all the bikes dropped into first and pulled away, a few selected second and as they pulled away either wheel spun as they slowly released the front brakes or pulled wheelies as they headed for the route out of the car-park. The convertible’s rear wheels span as it left the car-park.
Around 03:00BN the group, which had a couple more bikes both with passengers returning home after clubbing on the alternative scene, returned to the house. The group were all laughing at some of the antics they did.
Pretty much the rest of the weekend was they same, members of the scene calling and going, but the core of the Bitch Vixens, Tom, and three other people just kept the party ticking over.
*****
16th Juwar 10:00AN
As Darla, Angel and Damieel walked out of the door, Paul and Sandra were standing in the middle of the living room. Nibs, Tina were sat on the sofa down the bedroom wall and Abs was sat on the one that divided the coffee table and the projector screen area from the rest of the room.
As Damieel closed the door Abs turned said, “Sandra, you know what. As Frodar was the last day of term for us, we should go to school tomorrow and give a certain few students our goodbye presents.”
“I hope that includes me. I wouldn’t mind thanking a few people who need to be thank for the last nine months of hell.” Nibs was smiling her evil smile as she made a mental list of people who deserved thanking. At the top was Gary McKrudder 6 feet 4 inches of Defensive Back, as weak as the next guy when facing someone trained in street fighting and who has nothing to loose. In second place was Simoine Potter a fellow Defensive Back but he also had a fast set of legs when chasing Tight Receivers, but like McKrudder was weak as 95% of all people. All it would take was a few simple effective kicks and punches to the right spots on the body and both would be on their backs. Third place went to Detric Pots the team’s main Strike Thrower. She had seen Detric practice boxing in the Gym and he also taught some of the students, especially if they were from the team. ‘Take out a boxers legs and he’s yours for the taking.’
“Yeah?” Sandra responded, “I can think of a few people who need a goodbye present. Tina, Abs?”
“Yeah I think a few people need a goodbye gift of some kind?” each responded.
*****
After the five had spent a couple of hours sorting out the living room, Abs, Tina and Paul had gone to bed leaving Sandra and her sat in the living room as lovers do, cuddling up to each other. They had said nothing for the last fifteen minutes, but they were still exploring each other. Being displayed on the screen were some patterns changing as the music from the computer changed and travelled the path the composer had written for it.
Sandra asked, “How do you feel my love?”
“How do I feel?” She paused and thought about her answer. “I feel welcomed, wanted, supported.”
Sandra smiled at the answer she gave. “I am so happy that you accepted the offer, especially after the last ten months.”
“The last ten months outside school were good, and sometimes in school as well. The last ten months were the cumulation of the last six years.”
“You must have had some adventures and met some very interesting people indeed.”
“Oh yes, I’ll tell you some of them, I’m tired hun and need some sleep as I want to be on my best behaviour for tomorrow and the present giving.”
“Yes we should get some sleep, the weekend has been the best party in quite a while. I wish Amy and Bill had been able to make it, I think they would have enjoyed themselves as well.”
They got up and Sandra led her to her bedroom and when the door was closed on the outside world. She turned the main light block down to a low light which you could see enough to enjoy each other.
Sandra span her round along with lightly pushing her across the room until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she sat down. Sandra stood standing over her as she looked up at her life partner. Sandra then lent over and pulled off the top she was wearing. As her lips came into view Sandra again kissed her, this time with a bit more pressure. Her tongue lightly stroked across her lips which opened and let Sandra’s tongue in and she also returned the favour. The kiss became passionate. The pair then undressed and climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.
*****
As she dropped off into a peaceful sleep laying on the bed next to Sandra she was thinking, ‘I have found my life partner, I know I have.’
If you are new to The Making of Nibs, I would suggest you go back and look at look at the previous chapters.
Chapter 13 — Misty’s
After ten minutes more of driving, both Tina and Sandra turned down an alleyway close to the address Misty had given them. As they approached a courtyard area they saw stood outside the back of one of the blocks were two females in their early-twenty’s. One of the pair was dressed in combat fatigue trousers and a vest top; the other had a pair of cut-offs on and a t-shirt with the logo for Echo Weapons on the front. They both had pistols stuffed down their trousers at the back. As the two bikes slowed and entered the small courtyard behind the building, the two girls smiled. The four friends saw the rest of the group had also just arrived and were putting the various assault weapons away in the various hides.
Surrounding the courtyard were a five 5- or 6-storey buildings, some with fire escapes leading to the court yard, others without. The yard area also had a couple of large dumpsters and lots of bags filled with rubbish. The one light was over the open door, illuminating a small set of stairs that led up to the doorway.
The girl wearing the cut-offs approached the group and asked, “Nibs?”
When the girl approached, Nibs was handing the two M22s to Sandra who removed the magazines and stowed them in the ammunition hide and then placed the two M22s in their hide and locked them in place. Sandra then closed and locked the lid of the hide and dropped the seat back into place.
When the girl had asked the question Nibs looked at her and saw her blonde hair was tied into a high pony tail. She then looked at the other girl and saw she had short brown hair. “Yeah.”
With that answer the girl smiled.
After all the weapons were away and the group had conjugated together she said, “Welcome to the Raiders Den.”
She led the group to the open door and went up the stairs that lay just inside the door. The second woman brought up the rear and made sure the outside door was closed. The stairs were made from concrete and had water stains and small pools of water in the corners and along the edges. On the first half-landing was a small low-wattage bulb that was flickering as if it was about to pop and die. The walls were painted white and in places had either dulled or had flaked off revealing the plaster beneath. As the group followed the girl up the stairs, she glanced at Darla and she could see that Darla had a contented smile as if she was looking forward to seeing someone. She wondered why Darla looked that way and turned and whispered in Sandra’s ear, “Why is Darla looking so contented?”
She saw Sandra glance in Darla’s direction and saw the same face as she had. “No idea.”
When the group reached the third floor they went through the fire escape door, a sign hung from the ceiling, just inside, read ‘Raiders Den, Beware all who enter “PMT IN EFFECT”’. The corridor ran from the fire escape door to the front of the building, at the far end they could see a partially boarded-up window. The door nearest the fire escape was open and the latest release from band ‘The Huntress’ was coming from inside. The other female walked past the group and followed the first woman into the apartment. Just inside the door was a small cloakroom where everyone hung their outdoors jackets and left their shoulder holster rigs.
The inside of the apartment was painted in a light cream colour with a few pictures and a couple of pieces of modern art hanging on the walls. The kitchen was off to one side, and you could hear the coffee percolator on the go, along with the kettle boiling away.
“Welcome all, you found us then?” came a husky woman’s voice from the kitchen. The rest of the room was clean and tidy and had a few good seats and lots of large cushions and bean bags lying about. Both girls went and dropped on to a couple of the chairs. Sitting on a three-seater sofa was another girl and a fourth was lounging on some large cushions. In the middle was a low large table.
As Nibs walked into the room she saw a large glass tank, which was sat on a stand against the outside back wall. Sleeping against the glass was large snake! Its head was looking out over the room. The instant she saw the snake she started to sweat and she started to breathe controlled breaths concentrating on controlling her reaction. ‘This is not the place to reveal my phobia of snakes.’
She saw Sandra look around and she knew she had seen the current state of her, with the beads of sweat and her expression was one of concentration. Sandra’s face went from a happy one to a very concerned one. Nibs noticed Sandra’s face and smiled at her. She then moved into the room proper sat down after looking at the tank.
“Yeah we found the place, thanks,” said Gary.
After she had sat on a bean bag and Sandra had sat behind her. Sandra moved so her mouth was close to her ear and enquired, “What’s up?”
“I have a phobia of snakes, I’ll tell you back at the house,” she replied.
“Coffee, Tea?” asked a fifth girl standing in the kitchen entrance.
Nibs saw Tina look at her and she then asked, “You ok Nibs?”
“Yeah,” she replied quietly so not to let other’s know about it, “I think I must be just coming down off the high, you have had far more experience than I have. That was my first time in live fire combat.”
“True we have,” replied Sandra to her statement and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Darla looked and semi ran over to the girl in the door to the kitchenette and threw her arms around the girl and gave her a hug. “Misty.” Nibs saw Darla’s face which was a big smile.
“Hey.” Misty had a smile on her face as well. “Darla. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m a Gangrel and member of the Bitch Vixens Unit, which happens to be everyone I arrived with.”
Misty just stared at Darla. “Where you a member when me and you were dating?”
“Yes I was, that was the reason why I was sometimes not around for ages at a time.”
“Bloody Hell.” Misty gently shook her head at the information. “You should have told me I would have joined you lot and helped you kick some gang arse. Yeah, drinks, what’s everyone having?”
The drink orders were given and they all found seats, either on the other sofas cushions or the bean bags. After a couple of minutes both Darla and Misty passed out the drinks.
“The kitchen is there. We have coffee, tea, squash, some booze in the fridge. We don’t stand on formalities, if you want a drink, get one and anyone else who wants one too,” said Misty.
“Some introductions are in order I think,” said Paul after sipping his coffee.
“Yeah you’re right,” responded Misty. “I think it’s easier if each of us tells you who we are.”
“Hi, I’m Bee, the units computer and communications expert.” She had short dark brown hair, round face and green eyes. ; she also had a small amount of obvious cyberwear, it lay just beneath the skin and was visible around her eyes and running down the sides of her neck. She wore a pair of cut-off trousers and a Sports bra-cum-top.
“Watch ya. I’m Angelique,” said the blond-haired girl who had met them downstairs. She waved at the group and took another sip of her drink which looked very similar to juice.
The other girl from downstairs said, “Hi I’m Rachel, I’m the team’s weapons expert.”
The last girl, with long silver-white plaited hair that stretched to her knees, she was also dressed like Bee, said, “Hello all, I’m known as Gretz and I’m a jack of all trades.”
Misty was wearing a green stringy top and dark red velvet trousers, and sat down on one of the two available seats.
Gary introduced the friends to all the Raiders and got a massive Hi from all present.
Angelique was sitting opposite Nibs and Sandra, and saw her face was one, asking, are you or are you not? She then said, “It’s nice to see someone brave enough to say fuck off to the world and be who they are and not what society expects.”
“I agree.” Misty looked at her and also smiled and nodded her approval.
“That’s a point, you heard the news, some creature was rampaging through a tower block, earlier, and we saw the setup for some serious operation,” said Sandra.
“Shit, no. Switch the tele on someone,” said Misty as her hand went for the remote on the table and she changed the channel to Digital News.
The tele was put on and soon displayed Digital News, one of the main international news channels. It was covering the exact story from both a copter and ground crews, on the screen was one of the ground reporters who was lucky enough to be inside the perimeter and inside one of the command vehicles. He was reporting on the deployment of four power-armour equipped Echo Tech Inc Security Troops into the target building. He was carrying a shoulder mounted cam and was watching the various screens which were displaying the viewpoint of the four troopers as they entered the building. At that point it was cut back to the anchorman in the studio. “Bill, what’s it like on the streets?”
“Pandemonium at the mo, Security forces are engaging a small well-armed group of fanatics that look as if they where following something related to the creature. It looks like the Security forces are beginning to get the upper hand with the arrival of two Applom Gunships from Echo Special Security.” A loud explosion was heard as a pair of rockets hit one of the enemy strong-points and destroyed it.
Nibs thought ‘What the Fuck? A bit excessive sending in an Applom Gunships.’
The screen went back to show the studio, displayed along the bottom of the screen was a breaking news line which read, ‘A mini mall was involved in a armed robbery and explosion’. The anchorman said, “In a breaking news story from Grand South District. Earlier this evening a mini-mall was involved in a hold up. The robbers destroyed it with when a grenade exploded killing seven including the manager and injuring four. The group responsible have already been arrested by Echo Tech security forces after a local group of civilians made some citizen arrests. No others are being sought in connection, but a group of youths reported as assisting in the citizens’ arrests have been asked to contact the nearest Echo Tech Security base so their part in the incident can be learned and ruled out of further investigations.”
“Oh well, at least we still have some good citizens,” said Bee in response to the story.
“Thank you Bee,” said Sandra.
“What?” Bee looked quizzically at Sandra.
“Thank you for your comment; we are the group who they are talking about.”
“Oh. Ok,” said Gretz. Her eyes opened widely in surprise. “What happened?”
The four girls told Misty’s raiders the events that had transpired that evening.
“I’m impressed.” Misty’s face was one of being impressed with the operation and outcome.
“Down to business before we chill and enjoy ourselves I think,” suggested Bee looked around the room at everyone.
“Before we came here we spent this afternoon trying to work out who would want to either stop Narizzan from delivering the rifle, or to somehow get a copy of it for reverse engineering. We were turning up empty on all fronts,” Nibs said looking directly at Misty.
“That don’t surprise me, if the information we have is correct, Narizzan is owned via three other companies all of which are under the control of The Dark Brotherhood,” replied Misty whilst looking at her.
She looked very concerned at this piece of information, as from the few reports she had read on BlackNet, said that the Dark Brotherhood were a group not to be messed with.
“From what my group have been able to learn, the rifle incorporates some seriously advanced systems that somehow change the bullet into a ball of plasma and accelerates it to speeds in the realm of 1500ft/s.”
“Fecking hell!” Paul looked very concerned at this news.
“Yeah I think so.” Misty looked at where Paul was sitting, she then looked back at the rest of the Vixens. “I don’t know how much you guys know about the target site.”
“A little, Nibs and Sandra went and took a lot of photos of the site.” Gary was smiling whilst he was looking at her.
She noticed this and smiled ‘Thank you’ in reply. She then looked back at Misty. “Yeah,10gigs worth of high quality images and video.”
“Have you got it here?” asked Bee who then stood up and turned towards the door way.
She checked her pockets for the two memory cards. “Yes I have.” She showed the two memory cards.
“That’s useful,” responded Bee as she disappeared out of the door.
“How much do you know about our mission?” asked Angelique who was looking at where Tina and Abs were sitting.
“Not much other than you been employed to destroy a lab or something,” replied Sandra.
“Yes we have, the lab is conducting research into some form of bio-weapon.” Misty also looked at where Tina and Abs were sitting. “The weapon is very advanced and involves some very advanced genetic work.”
After a bit of a pause while drinks were sipped, Misty continued, “From what we have been able to learn about the site the weapon is stored in a vault on the third floor in the head of R&D’s office, and is protected by a couple of enhanced attack dogs.”
*****
For a couple of hours they brain-stormed and looked at the pictures.
“I think it’s time you saw the facilities we have here,” said Misty. “I take it Nibs you know about computers and electronics?”
“Yeah,” she responded.
“Follow me,” said Bee. Both Bee and Misty got up and turned towards the door.
“Nibs ain’t the only one good at electronics and computers,” said Tina.
“Sorry,” said Bee.
“No worries,” responded Tina.
“Angelique, show the others the rest of the apartments on this level.” Misty stood and led Nibs and Tina out of the door.
“Ok Misty,” responded Angelique.
Tina and Nibs followed Misty and Bee into Apartment 3, they entered the main living room. They saw Bee stepping on to a raised pedestal to sit in a laid back chair. Above it was a collection of some advanced looking electronics.
Nibs looked at it and quizzically asked, “Neural feed?”
“Not quite,” replied Bee as she picked up a small fibre optic cable and slipped it into a port just under her right ear.
“Neural induction,” replied Misty. “Very advanced.”
Bee then picked up a strange looking item from a shelf behind where the head rested. She placed it on her head and then moved it around slightly as if settling it.
It looked like a fashion item that one of the new rich would wear. It consisted on three prongs, one running down both sides of the head and over the top in the centre. Suddenly surrounding Bee appeared a holographic representation of a control system.
“The entire chair, the three interlinked dual processor boards over there, and the 4048terra gigs of active storage are connected to a full NetDeck suite along with a few non-released pieces of software from some very good friends of mine,” replied Misty who was standing behind a large desk which had, what looked like to her, a Net Interface Control Centre. On the desk was seven monitors and five extra computers and various other pieces of equipment most of it was off. “You ready yet dear?”
“Yeah now.”
After a couple of seconds of quiet as the software executed the various functions it had to do before a person went active NetRiding. Flashing up the screen were a stream of very fast characters.
Tina who stood with Misty was looking at the screen and as the words, commands and parimeters scrolled up the screen. She was in shock as her eyes were actually reading the words as they flew up the screen, but her brain was working fast enough to actually understand them. She had no idea as to what they meant, but she knew what each one was. After a few seconds she looked away and blinked a few times and then looked at Bee as she was also looking at the list of commands.
Nibs walked so she could see the computers and monitors and saw the screen Misty was looking at was displaying a small room with an open doorway. “Net access opened, integrating digital subprograms, analogue-to-digital conversion of baseline thought processes,” said Misty and she paused for a few and as the screen started to display items again. Misty continued to read from the monitor. “Initializing graphics.” The holographic changed to that of the room and stood in the middle was a figure that walked towards the exit.
Misty turned to where Tina and her were standing watching the various operations and actions. “The head gear Bee is wearing is a neural induction helmet. As Bee thinks about walking she sees herself walking, even though she is sitting in the chair. The fibre optic cable is so the system can monitor Bee’s health and also provide system information directly to the user’s optic nerves.”
“Bloody hell!” Nibs said and turned to face Misty, her face was one of utter shock. “A couple of the Tech Journals I get have said that this type of control was decades away.”
“Not if you know the right people Nibs.” Misty smiled and turned back to look at Bee in the middle of the room.
Bee said from the rig, “What attack programs have I got loaded?”
“Standard Combat Alpha,” replied Misty.
“Load Close Zulo Misty,” requested Bee.
“No problem,” replied Misty and typed a few keys on the keyboard and on the screen was displayed the current actions. When the data files were loaded Misty said, “It’s loaded.”
Then Bee raised her finger, pressed some unseen thing and a menu appeared. She then scrolled down it until she reached the entries for motorbike and one appeared next to her, she climbed on and drove away.
After a few minutes she arrived at the area she wanted to go.
“Nibs, Tina. Do you see the doors on the front of the buildings?” asked Bee.
“Yeah we can, Bee,” Nibs replied.
“They are the entryways to different net hubs, inside the single door are lots of doors, some open, some closed, where the owners of the computers or networks access the net from. The big tower blocks normally indicate Corporate Hubs.”
“Right,” she responded. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tina nod in reply as well.
The scene that was displayed looked like a busy street with cars, people and various items moving around.
“Here we are,” said Bee whilst she was standing in front of a 10-storey building. “Drop off the system clone Misty.”
“Will do Bee,” replied Misty and after a few seconds of very quiet noise, an exact duplicate of Bee appeared; which walked into the building, the screen, Misty was looking at, split in two. On one side was the original, the other - the clone. The clone’s image reduced to a small window in the top left corner. In the main screen Bee climbed back on to her bike again and headed off down the street. Very soon she pulled up outside a tall office block, went down the alleyway and approached a small door in the alleyway, which she opened and walked in through. Misty then said as Bee was entering a room. “Our backdoor into Narrizan Inc.” After entering a small room, she accessed the personnel name files for all the people who worked in the site.
After a few minutes of information flashing up the screen as Bee read the pile of personnel files, Bee left the building. Outside after closing the door she then dropped the menu down and pressed the very top item and the holographic display disappeared and Bee removed the helmet and then pulled the fibre-optic cable from her neck.
“That was a good run, is the clone still running Misty?”
After checking the screens, “Yes it is Bee. It looks like the program worked.”
*****
Sandra and the rest of the group followed Angelique, Rachel and Grezt as they had shown the group the armoury and training facilities they had access to. It was impressive coupled with the fact that they had an active firing range and combat house.
“Anyone want to have a go?” asked Angelique.
“Me!!” both Paul and her said together.
“Grab a couple of weapons and load up on magazines and grenades and follow me, the rest of you go in to the firing range and watch the fun on the monitors.”
“All the targets are cardboard and none of the active weapons are armed,” said Angelique said staring at Grezt.
“I’ll make sure now.” Staring back then she disappeared into the house.
“Ok you two, have you seen the show Echo Tactical?” asked Angelique.
“Yes we have,” answered Paul.
“Treat it like the hostage rescue. Kick door, grenade, and then in and shoot. One high, one low.”
The pair nodded enthusiastically.
“Right then, let’s play.”
Both of them loaded up with a HK10SD each and 9mm high-powered pistol, eight magazines for the HK10, four for the pistol, and 6 flash-bang grenades each. They both put on active goggles and combat helmets. Angelique went behind them both and plugged the camera and communications into the digital transmitter.
“You guys got the pictures and sound?” shouted Angelique.
“Yeah we have,” came back the reply.
“Good, let’s play.”
As both of them walked up to the door and prepared to go in, Paul took one of the flash bangs out and read the fuse length, which read 5 seconds, which was printed on the bottom. He moved to stand to one side, she stood facing the door. He brought the flash bang up and pulled the pin and said, “Three seconds on my mark sis.”
“Done bro.” she responded. He released the safety catch and when Sandra had counted three seconds she brought her boot up and banged the door open she then flattened herself against the opposite wall.
As the door opened he sent the flash bang in and as it was in the air it detonated. The second the flash bang had gone off, the pair span around the frame with him standing and Sandra knelt down. She shot twice, hitting both the armed targets followed up by four more from his HK10. After they had secured that room they went to the next door and reversed the actions. He kicked the door and Sandra sent the flash bang in.
After completing the course they both came out, and they had evil smiles on their faces and were very happy. Waiting outside the door were everyone, and they all had smiles.
“Enjoy that?” asked Angelique.
“Yeah, loved it,” they both said.
“I think you may be back here a lot practising. The house is fully equipped with battle-ready target dummies.”
“That sounds great.”
At that Misty, Nibs, Tina and Bee walked out of the high tech lab, “I think it is a go, so meet back here in a couple of weeks and we will start to plan the raid, I think it could be successful” said Misty.
“Yeah,” responded the group, and all of them traipsed back into the living room of the main apartment, and spent the rest of the evening getting to know the other team and enjoying the company of fellow ghosts.
*****
When the guys had arrived back at Homebase, Darla and the twins unfolded the sofa bed and Gary got cushions out of chairs and set them up as his bed. Nibs grabbed the tablet and took it with her to the bedroom. The others all wandered to their rooms.
After a short while, Abs knocked on Sandra’s door and asked, “You two awake?”
“Yes we are,” Nibs replied, “Come in you two.”
After Abs and Tina quietly walked in, Abs asked her, “How did you know it was the two of us and not just me?”
“I heard you two whispering in the corridor about not waking Paul, Gary, Darla and the twins up.”
“Ok, but how did you hear us through a closed door?” responded Tina.
“I have no idea,” she said, “but both I and Sandra want to tell about some changes in the two of us .”
“And we two want to tell you about some things we’ve been suffering from,” said Abs.
“Ok,” said Sandra. “You first.”
The pair sat on the two easy chairs which they dragged over to the where the pair was sitting.
“Ok,” said Abs. “It started a few months ago, my vision has gotten far superior than it used to be. I can see things clearly at far greater distance; my hearing has also gotten far better. I could hear Paul, Gary and Darla talking during the takedown, and I could hear a couple of security officers talking earlier,” said Abs.
“I’m getting similar things happen to me,” said Tina.
“I overheard the female figure from the first stop talking to that controller, I know what escaped and they where trying to contain,” said Sandra.
“What was it?” asked Abs.
“It’s one of these,” Nibs said and showed everyone what an artist’s impression of a conservator looked like. “It looks like someone had been able to draw one from memory.” She then scrolled the screen and slightly further down was one in what looked like full combat flow.
“Hell. That thing looks nasty,” said Sandra.
“From the write up it is nasty, four arms, tail, mouth, claws, plus skin that’s like natural armour, and it’s supposed to be able to withstand a full burst from a heavy rail gun. This may also be of interest as well, I have the full specs of the assault rifle. It’s far nastier than even Misty said.”
“What Misty described weren’t bloody nice,” said Tina.
“Yeah I know,” she said. “When Misty said it was a plasma weapon, I remember seeing some posts about a weapon that was stolen from the Academy, a secretive research centre that only does research for Street Ghosts and ghost teams. Its weapons and equipment are far superior to what is available on open market.” She paused to accept the Cambar cigarette Sandra had been smoking. “The weapon is a plasma assault rifle, it’s quite capable of cutting through nearly all current body armour and quite likely the armour of Darra Von’s military vehicles. To give you some idea of the technology available to some Street Ghost teams, Black Light coating for armour, armour quite capable of surviving a burst from an MA series weapon.”
“Feck!” exclaimed Tina, Abs and Sandra together.
“And from what you have described to me it sounds like we are all, all four of us, undergoing the adept transformation. The one thing which is strange there’s none of the usual side-effects though, the increased breathing, very fast reactions all the time. It looks as if we have a way of controlling it. I’ve been feeling similar things to all of you, improved hearing and such, how far it will go, I have no idea,” she said, “I studied adepts eight months ago. A couple of people, not ghosts I may add, asked me to look into adepts to see what had already been done in the way of research. I think with the aim of producing a paper or similar into weather or not the Adept Transformation could be cured or if they could stave off the burnout that all adepts seem to suffer from after six to seven years.”
“I know the research you are talking about,” said Tina, “I wrote a general studies essay on adepts and the lives they lead.”
“Not nice is it?” she asked.
“No,” responded Tina.
“I think we keep this a secret from everyone else until we know what is happening to us far better. I’ve emailed Tiamus and have asked if he would meet me, at least to discuss some of these things.”
Tina then said, “Nibs, earlier at Misty’s you weren’t on a come down. I’ve been in enough combats to know that wasn’t a comedown.”
“No it weren’t, I have a phobia of snakes and the one at Misty’s freaked me a bit.”
“Good,” responded Sandra, “I thought it was serious.”
“Depends on how serious you think a phobia is after being bitten by a Spinnayan Ridgehead.”
“You’re kidding,” said Abs as she passed Abs the Cambar cigarette.
“No I’m not, I was out learning how to survive with a couple of friends, one reared up and bit me in the leg. Thankfully the adult with us, Nimbo, had a dose of anti-venom. Then a few weeks later a tree snake falls on me and hisses right in my ear and I freak. Thankfully due to other friends I made on my journeys I’m able to control it when one is in captivity and I can see the case.”
Abs and Tina both left and Sandra and her both lay down to sleep. After a few minutes Sandra was asleep, she got up and took the tablet off standby and connected to the net. She knew that her email would bring a response very quickly from Tiamus. It did, on the screen flashed the messenger window, ‘Hi you, how can I help you?’ was displayed, Nibs typed a return, ‘Voice??’ Tiamus replied, ‘yes’ and switched on the voice system and plugged the microphone and earpiece into the tablet so not to wake Sandra.
“Hi Nibs,” said Tiamus.
“Hi to you too.”
“I still remember the conversations we had when I was researching things for Damien, How much of what we talked about is true?”
“All of it,” said Tiamus. “The rumours about the Academy being a research centre is partly true; it’s a school for the best of the best Street Ghosts. You Nibs have been selected to attend.”
“What I am going to tell you now must not go any further.”
“One problem, Sandra my life partner overheard a lieutenant taking to a controller in a van at an incident earlier this evening; we know Echo Tech Inc was trying to destroy a Conservator.”
The link went quiet; Tiamus said “Feck,” he paused, “How much you planning on telling everyone else?”
“Abs and Tina also know, and they have been suffering from what I think may be the first signs of Adept transformation, except without the normal side effects of increased energy burn.”
“How far do you think it’s progressed?”
“Improved vision, hearing in Abs, Tina, and Sandra, my reaction times are improving, drastically. I’m almost seeing things as they happen, and reacting to it as well.”
“We need to meet, me, you, Sandra, Abs, and Tina. I have some things that you must hear, and I will leave it up to you how much you tell the rest of the group.” Tiamus paused. “I’m not exactly free until the night of Ulleam 17th Auar. I’m currently training for a major street fight with Surabon.”
“Ulleam 17th Auar, that’s my birthday. Where’s the fight going to happen?”
“Club Millana in Bariskin District.”
“I’ll see you then. Chat to you soon Tiamus.”
“It ain’t Tiamus; I use it as a cover when I am ghosting sometimes; my real name and the name I fight under is Richard Chancer. I hope to see you that evening, I’ll let the bouncers know you and your friends will be coming, just go to the main door and say you are guests of Richard Chancer and they will let you through. Chat to you soon Nibs, and be careful.”
Chapter 14 - Explorations
20th Juwar
The morning after the trip to Misty’s, Nibs woke early, mind you, she hadn’t exactly slept either. She had spent most of the evening thinking about things she was told by Richard C, from what research she had done after Sandra had fallen asleep and the chat to Richard. ‘How much of what we discussed during Nick’s time with Raiders was true, Richard said all of it, was Richard preparing her for something back then? Is the fact I’ve been selected to attend the Academy mean the rest of the Vixens are going. I’m not going anywhere with out Sandra.’ She got up and a half-smoked a blunt, sat on the edge of the bedside table. ‘My head is spinning and the head ache’, “Fecking hell, would someone stop the jackhammer” she whispered to no one. When she actually did move she did it purposefully, she wanted to see the area, sightsee, but not the tourist sights. If she was to live here for a while she wanted to know where she lived, and the only way to do that was to hit the pavements and walk, and very soon she would be able to use a bike of some kind, but today she wanted to know where she lived.
She then spent the next thirty minutes getting ready for the day. She put on a pair of nightcamo combat pants, black tight top, her leather jacket, which still had to be embroidered with her symbol, the Black Fairy. She picked up her shoulder holster and made sure her pistol had a full magazine and four spare ones too. She debated whether or not to carry the HK, but decided against it, she opted for her two short staffs, given to her by Jum-Fu when she had left Jarrzar, her short staves and cross were the only two gifts she had kept; all the others she had left behind or given to people who would take care of them. The last two items she grabbed was her PDU, which she took from its charger on her bedside table, and Sandra’s keys, which would mean she could lock up.
Just as she closed the bedroom door she heard Tina wake. She then realised Tina would be moving towards the kitchen very soon. She stepped down the hallway carrying her boots; she would put them on when she had closed the back door. She was also hoping that Tina wouldn’t realise someone was leaving. She closed the backdoor just as the door to Tina and Abs’ room was opened. When she heard the door to the living room close she slid the key in and locked the backdoor. She then put her boots on, turned and walked down the side of the house and up onto the minor road that run in front of the house.
She realised that this exploration was going to be different, as she knew she would probably not be moving again for a long while, but it also would tell her the quick escape routes should things get hairy at times. She took out her PDU, opened the local area map pages, found the house and zoomed out one level; from this level she saw turning left would be an interesting direction to go.
She started a brisk walk across the street towards the main road. As she approached the main road one of the two older youths she had seen yesterday when leaving for Misty’s came out of her front door and called, “Hang on.”
She stopped and waited for her to catch up.
“Hi,” she said when she had caught up, “I’m Amy, you are?”
“Nibola Calton, Nibs to my friends.”
“Hi Nibs,” and after a short pause, “I remember you now, both me and my brother Bill saw you yesterday riding pillion with Sandra.”
“Yeah you did.”
From what she could see the clothes were similar to the ones Nick had worn, non descript and the sheer fact she was carrying a rucksack she looked like she was going to school. “You off to school?”
“Yeah, one of the City-run dumps. I wish Sam, my stepmother, hadn’t disappeared. We lost her income; she was a PA for a Rotork VP, which paid for me to attend the Rotork Academy.”
“Any idea why she left?”
“No, none. Duggie, my dad, does his best but it isn’t enough some weeks. Bill, my older brother, run’s errands for the dealers on the corner over there, so we can get some food on the table some days. I know one of the regulars wants to get in to my knickers.”
“Bad luck on the Sam issue. You got an up-to-date photo I could borrow. I’ll put the picture up on a few missing person galleries I know of.” She looked more closely at her face and read the expression and manner as one of being depressed with things. She did also wonder if the high school she attended wasn’t helping matters.
“Thanks, the Vixens are some of the best and nicest people I know.”
“Thanks. Hey does Bill attend school?”
“Yeah, if he can be bothered to.”
The pair of them started to walk towards the corner; Nibs stopped and looked up and down the main road, “Just thinking where I am going to go.”
”I’m going towards the fuel-station on 827th Avenue.”
“Ok,” she replied and joined Amy as she walked slowly in the direction of the fuel-station. When the pair reached the first secondary road junction on the opposite side, the pair crossed the main road.
“How come I haven’t seen you with the Vixens before yesterday evening?”
“I only joined the Vixens last Frodar.”
“Oh that party they had, both me and Bill had been invited but Bill was out delivering some drugs, and I didn’t feel like socialising.”
As the pair walked down the secondary road the type of building changed from the wood facia single storey buildings like the one the Vixen’ lived in to at least two storey brick built semi-detached, and the odd single one on its own, town houses. Most had underhouse garages a few had an old car or in most cases car wrecks, not much good for much other than spare parts. In some places the small gardens that families tried to cultivate look pretty nice.
“Not to worry. Many more parties to be had.”
She offered Amy the Cambar cigarette she had been smoking, “I had better warn you it’s pure.”
“Hell why not,” Amy said and stopped and sat on a low wall and started to cry. She sat beside her and wrapped her arm around her so to comfort her.
“What’s wrong, Amy?” she said in a soothing tone.
“I hate going to school just ’cause of where I live, right next door to one of the major drug dealers in the area. I get picked on, mostly name-calling and such. Most of the school thinks I am one of his whores, as he owns nearly all of the neighbourhood, only my home and where you are living are free of his clutches, bar Bill. I keep being asked to get a free sample.” The tears were still streaming down her face.
“Tell you what. I’ll pop to the school one lunchtime and we’ll see how the bullies handle someone like me.”
“Would you do that for me?”
“Yeah, I was also the target for bullies at school. That was until I had finished my exams. Pay back is a bitch.”
“You, bullied, no way?”
“Yeah, anyway you have a bus to catch. If you have any academic problems pop over and I’ll see if I and the Vixens can help you. I was a straight-A student in a few of my subjects, History and Chemistry being two.”
“Thanks,” Amy said and the two of them started to walk again. They reached the fuel-station, as the school bus was just pulling up.
“Hey next time they give you shit tell me.”
“I will, thanks again.”
She just smiled and started walking again. She turned down the secondary road that ran beside the fuel-station, then right and walked into a convenience store to buy something to eat.
The store was a square shape inside, with the backdoor in the back left corner; the walls where lined with magazines and papers, pens, and other things a small convenience store normally sold. She walked up to the cold-cabinet and quickly chose a sausage roll. At the counter she paid for it and left the shop. After leaving the shop she continued on her walk and turned left at the next secondary road junction and walked along that road.
*****
About halfway through her intended walk, she turned a corner and found herself in a cul-de-sac, at the end of which was a large building. It looked like a traditional place of worship, it had a small spire sticking from the roof at the front. She had seen a few on her world travels and read about similar places in religious studies and history, but never seen one up close, she heard singing from the open doors.
She thought, ‘That’s beautiful singing,’ and decided to take a look inside. She opened the inner doors quietly, crept in and found a chair at the back, and just listened to the music, singing and the last thirty minutes of the service.
At the end of the service, as she was about to get up and leave, she caught sight of Abbey also sat at the back. Abbey was wearing a pair of baggies and a plain black short-sleeved top, other than that she looked very much like normal, not the Gangrel she portrayed in school. She got up and went through the door where most of the people had gone. She wandered over, peered though and saw the people who had been sat in the main hall chatting over drinks and biscuits. She saw Abbey standing in the corner, chatting with the person who been standing up the front leading the service. She entered the smaller hall, wandered over to Abbey and said, “Boo,” in her ear.
“Oh, hi,” Abbey said startled, after calming down, she continued, “Hi Nibs, didn’t expect to see you here?”
“No I was out walking the area and heard the singing and music and got drawn to listen.”
“Pastor, allow me to introduce Nibs. Nibs, our pastor Dyane Marttan.”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Nibs,” said Dyane to her. “But I shall leave you and your friend to chat,” and the pastor nodded at her and walked away.
“You want a drink Nibs?” asked Abbey.
“Yeah, ok,” she responded and followed Abbey to the hatch where the teas where being served. The hall was light and airy with about fifteen people stood and sat chatting away. After getting a coffee, Abbey and her turned and went to where the mily, sugar and biscuits were, sorting out the sweetness and colours of coffee they wanted. Then they both wandered outside via the side door to the hall where Abbey lit a roll-up.
“What are you doing here really, Nibs?” Abbey asked.
“Honestly, I was out walking the neighbourhood and turned into this street to see if it had an alleyway and heard the singing and music.”
“K, I only ask as I think I am the only Gangrel who attends a Chribian-based church. I know Tina and Paul are both Pagano in outlook. I did think that was the outlook for most of the Vixens.” Abbey took a drag and then took a mouthful of coffee.
“Not me. I follow the Ajarn and that area’s faiths more than the western ones, but I am always up for learning more about the world’s faiths.”
“Arh, so you are open to all faiths?”
“Yes in a way. I feel it’s a part of my journey to learn, combine and understand all faiths.”
“Interesting,” Abbey responded as they were joined by another member of the congregation
“Hi Abbey, who’s your friend?”
“Hi Alan, this is Nibs, someone who is walking the route of the explorer.”
“Right,” Alan said and smiled.
“I think I had better get going,” she said and started to walk towards the front of the church.
“Hang on Nibs, can you pass a message to the Vixens from the Himens.”
“Yeah, no worries.”
“The Aces assaulted Himens' homebase yesterday evening, Tymean asked that I contact all Gangrel units and tell them. Tymean maybe petitioning Central over the assault, as it came during the rush-hour and there could have been civilian casualties. Thankfully very little damage was caused and no casualties were reported. It also looked like the Aces were using live ammo from the MGs mounted on their pickups.”
“Tell Tymean that I will let the Vixens know,” she said in response to Abbey’s statement about the Aces.
“Personally I think Tymean needs to declare a War zone on the Aces to finish this feud once and for all,” Abbey said.
“Ok,” she said and turned back toward the front of the church so she could start her walk back home.
She left the church, walked back down the minor road, turned left, then left again at the main road junction and continued up it, looking around at the various places. Most looked run-down but, a few did look cared for. She crossed the road and walked a short distance to a footpath, turned on to it, and walked to a local piece of open land. She headed for a bench seat nearest the route in and sat down so she could relax in the morning sun.
Thoughts kept whizzing through her mind, always coming back to the same few, the ones she had had this morning when she got up. A new one started to come to the fore as well, it was of an old woman in her 70s, and ‘Nick’ was walking through a Bazaar in native section of Baraish, Ne-U-Bar. She was being chased by a couple of people, ‘what did she say to me?’ She tried to re-call the words. Her edetic memory for conversations was excellent but she did need a reference point. ‘Got it,’ she thought. ‘That I was someone very important to the future, and that I had special gifts that would allow me to truly fight the evil that was coming. Why did those two guys ask me what she had said and told me to wait for them to return.’
After sitting and relaxing in the park for about thirty minutes, she got up and continued up the footpath towards the main road, where she crossed it and walked up another minor road; which contained similar housing to the ones on the street where Home base was. At the other end she turned left and walked down the secondary road towards the road where home base was.
After turning the last but one corner before she would be back on home street, she bumped into Andres Cutters, someone she knew from the work she did with the Cameron Raiders.
“Andres. What are you doing here?” she asked
“Do I know you?” replied Andres looking somewhat startled by the person standing in front of him.
“Yes you do, its researcher Nick.”
“Hello Nick??” He looked puzzled at Nibs.
“No, it’s now Nibola Calton or Nibs.”
“Ok, sorry, I’m reconning that building.” He pointed out the office block slightly down the street on the other side of the road.
“What for?” she asked
“A raid. My current team has information that an ex-associate of the team’s leader is trading in illegal goods and services.”
“Like?” she asked as she saw a group of people get out of a mini-bus and walk towards the front door. The door opened after a couple of seconds wait
“Not sure personally, it looks like it may include slaves and illegal cybernetics, possible bionetics as well.”
“Oh, not good.”
“No, not good.”
“I shall leave you to your intelligence gathering,” she said.
“Thanks, chat to you soon Nick, sorry Nibs,”
“That’s better, yeah chat to you soon.”
When she got back, she entered the house via the front door and saw she been out for three hours. “Bloody hell,” she said, “Three hours I only wanted to be out an hour.”
“Where you been then?” asked Tina as she looked up from looking at some web news story on some illegal biotech that was being sold to unsuspecting people.
“Out having a walk exploring the area,” she responded.
She wandered over to where she had left her laptop on charge last night, picked it up and pressed the power button which brought the laptop out of hibernation. She put the laptop down on the breakfast bar.
“I hope you don’t mind I borrow your tablet from your room?”
“No hun, just be careful as it’s the only place I have some project work.”
“Ok, I will be. I’m only looking at news stories from one of the street news services.”
“After last night’s chat, when I woke up I came out here and felt the urge to pick it up and start to look at the wider world, rather than the one the papers fill us with.”
“Which one you looking at, some are better than others?”
Abs wandered in wearing her coveralls and went straight out the front door which she hooked open.
Sandra very soon walked out of the corridor, very much awake and ready for doing something. What, she had no idea yet. “Where’d you go babe?” she asked Nibs when she saw her sitting at the breakfast bar.
“Out exploring hun. I bumped into Abbey at a local Chribian church,” replied Nibs. “She asked me to pass on a message to you guys,” and Nibs then went on to tell Sandra and Tina what Abbey had told her.
“Shit,” she said, “I hope he don’t before the last game of the season, Tymean is a little hot headed at times.”
“What?” asked Abs.
“Hi hun,” responded Tina and quickly filled Abs in on what had been said.
Nibs opened up the browser on the laptop, logged into her email account and checked her emails. She saw that she had three new emails; one from Jum, one from Wong and a spam message. Nibs opened the one from Jum —
It’s been a while. Both me and Wong had thought you had forgotten the two of us.
How’s things, still travelling the world or has your parents stopped????
Both of us are normally online if we ain’t working.
Chat to you very soon both us hope.
Jum.
The email from Wong was similar, but she added I hope you have found a partner?
She looked at the reply addresses for both the emails and saw they had been sent from a BlackNet account which showed that they both had messenger logged in.
“Tina, can I have the tablet please?” she asked.
“Yeah, no problems,” replied Tina, and passed the tablet to her. After passing the laptop back to Tina, she opened the control panel, selected language options, then changed the input system to Jarrzarian. She then sat in front of the fireplace, opened her ghost messenger and started a conference. She then invited both Jum and Wong to the conference room. They both accepted and displayed was, ‘Hi Nibs??’
She inputted, ‘LOL you 2, it’s Nick,’ then after a short pause she continued to scribe, ‘I’ve changed since I left Jarrzar. I no longer go by that name, I go by the name Nibola Calton or Nibs for short.’
‘Nibola Nibs Calton,’ replied Jum. ‘Interesting name, have you gone full-time by some chance?’
‘Yes,’ she sent back. Sandra knelt behind her arm and took a look at the tablet screen.
“Native Jarrzarian?” asked Sandra .
“Yeah hun,” she replied. “At some point I’ll teach you the basics.”
She then sent, ‘How good is your basic?’
Both of them sent back, ‘Not too bad, why?’
‘I have friends here who don’t read Jarrzarian.’
‘Ok,’ was sent back as the reply.
She then put the input system back to basic and sent, ‘That’s better.’
Wong sent, ‘Who’s with you then?’
‘My partner Sandra is currently reading the screen as we chat.’
‘Ah,’ came the reply.
‘She says hi,’ she entered, ‘As do the rest of the Vixens.’
‘Say hi back,’ entered Wong.
‘How are things over there?’ she scribed.
‘Could be better, the corps are hurting a lot of people with price rises.’
‘Very much like here except they ride roughshod over people’s rights as well.’ At this comment Sandra smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
‘I hope someone or a group are going to take the fight to the corps soon,’ sent Jum, ‘As it won’t be long before they all but run the countries of the world.’
Nibs typed the reply, ‘It would cost them too much of their profit margin to actually run the countries for the time being, Naban has been taken over by Rotork Theaban. I think a lot of corporations will see how things pan out with them.’
‘That is true,’ Wong replied.
‘Sod the talk about corps and governments. U planning on visiting us here in Jarrzar soon. I know a few of the people you met at the party wouldn’t mind seeing you again and saying hi,’ sent Jum.
‘At some point I will,’ she replied, ‘I have no idea when though. Is it possible for you to send me the legend of Samr?’
‘Yeah no probs, we’ll email you it tomorrow sometime.’
After another twenty minutes of catching up with Jum and Wong, they both were tired and needed to get some sleep as the last few days had been stressful.
She put the tablet on standby and placed it on the coffee-table. She then headed to get changed into some clothes she could get dirty with oil and grease. After changing she headed outside to join Abs working on her bike.
When she walked out she could see Abs had removed the fuel-tank and had the main drive-chain off the rear wheel. She was about to remove the gearbox cover so she could free the chain, which would allow her to remove the engine proper. She could see the timing chain casing was off from her attack on it on Torbar morning.
“You out here to help Nibs?” asked Abs.
“Yes I am,” she replied.
“Good. Go and get me the hoist from inside the garage.”
“Ok,” she said with a smile, turned and went into the garage. It followed the outside walls of the house. To the right as she walked in was an area marked off by black heavy sheeting, she realised that was the growing area. In the main area hung on the back wall were tool racks, some of the tools were missing, she realised that they were the tools Abs was using. Parked to the left were Sandra’s, Paul’s and Tina’s bikes, Just behind them were large floor-standing metal cupboards, all of them had stout heavy locks, locking the doors closed. She had an idea that they contained the Vixen’s firearms. Located next to a large worktable was the hoist Abs wanted.
She wheeled it out to the driveway and lowered the two slings, making sure that it was not going to roll. She then fixed the slings to the engine block as Abs removed the locking nut of the chain sprocket. Abs worked a screwdriver behind the cog and levered it off, until it dropped away and went clang on the tarmac. Abs unbolted the two bolts from her side and passed the tool to her so she could remove the one bolt on her side and the bolt at the rear of the engine.
Abs went into the garage and took, from a rack hung from the ceiling, a flat trolley, which she placed on the opposite side to Nibs and the hoist. “Lift the engine up a couple of inches so I can swing it out and then lower it to the trolley.”
“Ok,” Nibs replied and operated the winch mechanism which lifted the engine three inches, which allowed Abs the room to pull the engine out, as the engine swung out she released the tension until it sat on the trolley. At this point Abs smiled and removed the slings. As Abs pushed the engine into the workshop, she followed pushing the hoist.
When the hoist was beside the large workbench Abs released the hoist mechanism and placed the webbing under the trolley, she then re-hooked the webbing to the hoist’s hook. “Can you lift the entire thing to the table and make sure the wheels are in the holes.”
“Yeah,” she responded seeing the four holes in the bench top. She operated the hoist, and began to lift the entire thing, engine and trolley. When it was high enough she swung the whole thing around and lowered it so the trolley’s wheels were in the four holes.
Abs went outside and gathered the tools she had used to remove the engine from the frame and placed them on top of a large metal tool box which she wheeled over to the bench and opened the third draw. She removed a clamp tool which she placed on the top of the engine and locked the sprocket that operated the cams in place.
“Why the clamp?” she asked.
“I hope its going save on recalibrating the rocker arms when we put the timing chain back on.”
“Right.”
Beep, beep, beep came from a small box on the wall, then Tina’s voice was heard, “Coffee you two.”
Abs walked over to the intercom, then pressed the green button and said, “Thanks sweet, be right up.”
“Ok hun,” was heard after Abs had released the button. Abs then grabbed a jar of de-greaser and the pair wandered out of the garage and up the stairs to the front door, which was still open from earlier.
Inside Sandra was stood at the breakfast bar chopping vegetables, Paul was sitting at the computer working and Tina was sitting on the sofa looking at the digital pictures Sandra and her had taken the day before. She was also drinking what looked like a cup of coffee. The percolator jug was three quarters full stood invitingly next to the cooker.
“What you doing hun?” she asked Sandra as she kissed Sandra on the right cheek.
“Dinner hun,” replied Sandra.
”What?” she asked expectantly.
“Wait and see,” replied Sandra.
Abs said to her, “You going to wash those hands?”
“Yeah I am,” she replied and walked to the sink. She scooped out some of the de-greaser then washed her hands and dried them on the towel Abs passed her.
Abs and her then went and poured out two coffees. She opened the fridge and took out the mily carton and poured some into her coffee. She then offered the carton to Abs who accepted it and did the same. She then scooped two spoonfuls of sugar into her cup, then stirred the coffee while walking to one of the arm chairs and sat down.
Abs soon joined her by sitting on the sofa. She picked up the digital projector remote and using it switched it on then selected one of the entertainment channels which was showing a repeat of some action series based around some elite corporate security team, who in this episode was hunting a serial rapist and murderer who was rampaging through the corporation’s enclaves.
Paul turned round and said, “Nibs I may have found you your bike.”
“Mm,” she responded, got up and walked over to the computer. She saw on the screen the bike. It was a Carddra 950gSX. “Oh very nice,” she said when she saw the picture, “how much are they selling if for?”
“The email that it came with said nothing, the person who wants it must collect though,” replied Paul.
“Who’s selling it?” asked Abs.
“Tybias Mitten,” replied Paul, “the email says he’s just upgraded and wants it to go to a good home, he remembered how much the Vixens love their bikes and so we have first refusal on it.”
“I’ll take it,” she said.
“I’ll take you Nibs,” said Tina. “I know where Tybias lives. It’s just over the river in Wester Park.”
“Ok. I’ll email him back and tell him,” Paul responded. “When you going to get it?”
“When is good for you Nibs?” asked Tina
“How long is the work on your bike going to take Abs?” she asked.
“A couple more hours, I would guess,” replied Abs.
“This evening then I guess,” responded Paul.
“Yeah I think so,” she said then returned to the arm chair to finish her coffee. When Abs and her had finished their coffees they both washed their cups up and proceeded to return to the garage where Abs loaded her pipe, lit it, then took a couple of drags on it. She then passed it to Nibs along with the lighter. She accepted it and finished it then passed the pipe back to Abs.
“Right then back to work. Can you lift the engine itself up as we’ve got to remove the bottom casing, so I can see how much damage has been done?”
“Ok,” she responded. She turned and unclipped the webbing from the hook, then fed the webbing from under the trolley. She then secured the engine with the webbing and operated the hoist to lift the engine up so Abs could remove the oil drain plug and casing. She did after a bit of working the drain plug, when she had placed a large bowl under the plug to catch and reuse the oil.
“Nibs can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, is it personal?”
“No it’s not personal, that much I do know. You seen to have life experiences the rest of us don’t have. Do you understand what is happening to me, Tina, Sandra and yourself?”
“In answer to that no I don’t. You know yesterday night after you and Tina went back to bed.”
“Yes.”
“I couldn’t sleep, I went and did some reading of a few sites dealing with something called the Conspiracy, some of the things I found out scared the hell out of me. I also had a chat with Richard Chancer, he said he wants to meet the four of us in the near future to talk to us about the things that are happening. He can’t see us before the 17th Auar which just happens to be my birthday, I was kind of thinking about going to a local club that night and watching him fight some guy in a street fight.”
“Sounds like fun, then after the fight having this chat with Richard.”
“Yeah that’s pretty much my idea, what I do know is that Richard wouldn’t say that he needs to talk to us unless it was very serious. I didn’t tell you some of the things that have been happening to me. I am reacting to things much faster than it may seem and I have been for a couple of months now. It normally only happens with I am either very angry or just generally pissed off with things. My skin is tougher than it use to be, I can’t accidentally cut myself at all. Even stroking a knife through a clenched fist doesn’t even mark the skin. I could have done so much more damage to McKrudder. I know I could have killed him with a single blow very easily. From the research I’ve done, it all points to me becoming an Adept at least but the symptoms the rest of you have been suffering from are similar to the ones I first noticed.”
“That is interesting Nibs. So what you are saying you think we all are Adepts?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much the long and short of it.”
Abs bent down and took a look at the oil coming out of the drain hole. “I have had the same dream a couple of times over the last couple of months,” said Abs.
“Ok, tell me the dream, I may not be able to interrupt it but it can be better to have two people look at it.”
“Ok,” Abs said, “It starts with a group of six youngish people slowly moving down a corridor towards a big set of double doors, then suddenly we are inside a room fighting in close combat using weapons that look as if they are glowing. The biggest difference is that the things we are fighting, they ain’t exactly human. The one I’m fighting is suited in some form of heavy armour and it’s swinging a staff like weapon with a glass case on the end, the case contains a small worm like creature that looks like it is writhing around in agony. I’m blocking most of the strikes and dodging the ones I don’t block.”
“Do you recognize any of the other combatants?”
“Yes I do, initially I saw only Tina and Sandra, but I had the dream again last night and I recognized you in it. The other two people are fuzzy, the room itself is also fuzzy so that don’t help in telling us where we are. What’s strange is that you are fighting a large creature with lots of tentacles and you are moving so fast, that your strikes are just blurs. I also noticed for the first time last night that I seem to be quietly chanting something, I don’t understand the words, but I do know it’s similar to the chants Tina and Paul use when conducting their Pagano ceremonies.”
“Very interesting,” she said, “Can you describe the other creatures?”
“Not really, I’m concentrating on the one I’m fighting, at least one of them is human and is fighting Sandra.”
Abs bent down and looked at the oil plug hole which was now dripping the last of the oil. “Nibs can you pass me a 10mm alum key please.”
“No problem,” she said and walked around to the tool box and found the tool on the top of the box. She then passed it to Abs after tapping her on the shoulder to indicate that she had found the tool.
Abs nodded and took the alum key and started to remove the four nuts that held the crank casing in place. After she had loosened the last one she lowered the casing and laid it on the top of the bowl. She then fished out the timing chain from the casing and saw that at least one of the links had broken and a few others were bent. “Ok, that may explain the engine power loss I’ve felt as well.”
After laying the chain out, Abs saw it weren’t just a couple of links, “Oh well I’m going to need a new timing chain. Which I may ask Tina or you to get when you two go and get your bike later.”
“No problem, does Tina know where to get it from?”
“Yeah, Tybias’,” responded Abs and continued before she could ask; “he’s one of our main bike parts supplier.”
“Arh, ok.”
“If he’s not got one in, he will know where to get one from. Change of subject as all of our bikes have at least two hidden areas where we store our firearms and as I am the Vixens expert when it comes to welding. I was wondering what is your preferred firearm, most of us like the M22, it’s effective at the ranges we operate at and has a high fire rate when in full auto mode.”
“Don’t know, I had never even handled a pistol other than ones supplied with computer games before Frodar night.”
“You’re kidding me. Yet you’re a full Street Ghost,” replied Abs.
“I know. I’m an expert at armed and unarmed combat, coupled with my speed, strength and toughness, means I’m more than capable of handling drug dealers or their friends.”
“Ok,” said Abs. “You handled the M22 pretty well through I must say, you’re a natural with firearms I think.”
“Thanks. I have to thank virtual games for those skills,” she responded, “I liked the HK I used on Frodar and the M22 don’t handle to bad, but I also like the one shot one kill methods of the sniper.”
”Same here, I’m the Vixens long range support on combat missions,” said Abs as she rolled a Cambar cigarette after cleaning the crap off her hands with a few paper towels.
“What sniper rifle do you use?” she asked.
“Zonal Firearms D-1000 with an x200 starlight scope.”
“Nice.”
“That’s a good point you’ve not seen our arsenal have you?”
“No I ain’t,” she responded.
Abs turned around, removed her wallet from her back pocket, then removed what looked like a smart card from it and inserted it into a slot on the top of the middle metal cupboard. She then pressed he thumb to a small scanner that appeared on the left down strip of the same cupboard. Very soon she heard a quiet clunk as the metal looking bolts retraced. Abs then opened all three cupboard doors to reveal the arsenal. Nibs walked around the work bench, she then saw the one weapon she loved to use when playing shoot-em-up games.
“Some one must organise getting you a set of keys and security cards too.”
“I didn’t think this weapon was available to the general public,” she said as she took it from the rack.
“What weapon?” asked Abs, as she poked her head round the corner, “Oh the Echo MA240. Yeah it is if you know the right people. Do you remember the chat on Torbar about gangs, missions, and weapons?”
“Yeah I do,” she responded.
“Meet one of the weapons Paul was talking about when he said he thought some gangs had access to corporate military weapon stores.”
“Arh. I understand now. Do you think anyone is going to mind if I use it?”
“Hell no! Its good some one is going to, Paul has said on a couple of occasions that he wanted to give it to the Gangrels main arsenal.”
She just smiled as she felt the weight of it, operated the action and slid a full side, side magazine home. The click of the magazine locking home was like heaven to her. She had played Bloodfest I, II, and III and rarely swapped weapons when she was able to pick the Echo MA240 up. She looked again in to the lockers and saw a double barrel and breach block just below where the MA240 had been. “What’s this?” she asked as she picked it out.
“That is the one thing people who play Bloodfest don’t know about, the MA240 is a multi weapon. That is the sniper conversion; we picked both the carbine and the sniper conversion kit off a dead body 10months ago when we proved for the forth time that the Aces are an arrogant bunch of fuck twits. I blew the back of the guy, who was using it head off at 400 yards with one of my wad cutters.”
“Oh nice,” she said over a giggle.
“It was nice to see the skull and brains splatter all over the Hunk.”
With that she just burst out laughing and said, “Oh I wish I had seen that.”
“Yeah it was fun as he couldn’t see any opposing forces, his three gang mates just ran before I could get a bead on them.”
“How come?” she asked as Tina walked into the garage carrying her jacket and communication system.
“He thought he could sneak up on out flank that day. I kind of told him it was a bad idea.”
“What us vs. The Aces?” inquired Tina.
“Yes when we got the MA240 multi weapon.”
“Oh that little battle. That one was fun, anyway you ready Nibs to get your bike, Tybias emailed us back and said we can pop over at anytime.”
“Yeah,” she responded.
“Oh can you ask Tybias if he’s got a timing chain for my bike, sweet?”
“Yeah, no worries hun.”
Tina chucked her jacket and communication system to her, after she had put the MA240 away.
“Leave it on the side; I’ll need to look at it to make the compartment anyway. I’ll also make sure you have at least two full magazines and a holder for at least four grenades.”
“Ok, thanks,” Nibs said and left it on the side.
Tina bounced her bike off its double stand and wheeled it out and kick started it.
“What route you planning on taking?” she asked Tina as she climbed on behind her.
“IC12, then CW8, Tybias’ place is in the back streets of Wester Park. He normally has at least five motorbikes and six cars or vans in the yard. He’s one of the best mechanic the Gangrels have access to. He trained Abs.”
*****
Chapter 15 — Wester Park District.
As Tina turned right into the driveway of Tybias’, Nibs saw a line of four cars and two vans, one of the cars was at strange angle as if up high on a jack or supports and two of the cars had their bonnets up. Both of the vans had their backs higher than the fronts.
Tina parked stopped the bike and Nibs climbed off. Tina then joined her in climbing off the bike. She brought the bike up onto it’s main stand and the pair walked up the driveway towards the triple garage at the back of the yard.
As they passed one of the cars with the bonnet up a voice said, “Can I help you ladies?”
“Yeah,” replied Tina, “we’re looking for Tybias?”
“He’s in the garage getting one of the bikes ready to be returned to its customer.”
“Thanks,” said Tina.
The pair continued towards the garages at the rear, when the fence had finished and turned right the yard became apparent, it was quite large with a large van sitting beside the far wall, bikes and bike bits where dotted around what ever clear ground space their was, and at least four men and two women where working on the vehicles or lent up against the work bench in the middle garage, they where all wearing grease covered clothes and overalls. A tall well muscled bloke with dreads walked out wheeling a bike, the pair approached he looked up and smiled, “Hi Tina,” then he paused, “Arh you must be Nibs?”
“Yeah, I am,” she responded.
”I guess you want to look at your new bike then?”
“Yeah,” she said and smiled.
“This way ladies,”
“Can I ask you Tybias?” she asked.
“No, Tybias is my brother, I’m Simon. Tybias is in side tuning a 1300JZX.”
“Ok,” replied Tina and she turned to headed into the garage
Nibs followed Simon to the back to the house located at the front of the yard. Simon parked the bike he was pushing up and turned to walk to a second one located nearby.
“Here it is, your bike,” said Simon. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah. No problem”
“Are you trans or what?”
“I am trans; may I ask what gave it away?”
“Voice, to be honest, but even Tina will tell you most people who met her for the first time think she a woman. Now you ask, your hair is wrong, is not a feminine cut its not badly styled, but its not feminine.”
“Arh, thanks.”
*****
Tina walked up to the bike in the middle of the garage and put both her hands on the seat, looked over and said, “Tybias.”
“Shit, hi,” said Tybias and he looked up, “Hi Tina, how's you and the rest of the Vixens?”
“We are fine thanks, how's you and the Raiders?”
“We are good thanks. What do you think of the bike?”
“Very nice. Before I forget Abs needs a timing chain for her bike.”
Tybias stood and wiped his greasy hands down his overall trousers. He looked over at where Nibs and Simon where standing talking. Tybias was very much like his brother well muscled, the difference was his dreads reached his backside and he had a trimmed goatee. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and the overalls where tied at his waist. “Ben,” he shouted.
“Yeah,” came a reply from under one of the vans and suddenly a youngish looking bloke appeared on a wheeled board. She would have said Ben was no older than 16 if that, “What boss?”
“Go to the stores and get Tina a timing chain for,” Tybias turned to her, “What has Abs got now?”
“Mit-bu 1000RSx,” she replied.
“No problem boss.” Ben disappeared down the stairs to the basement store room.
“What’s your plan for the evening, Tina?”
“Nothing really, why?”
“I want to show you something and ask for some possible help from the Vixens?”
“Ok,” she responded.
The youth reappeared, “Your timing chain, Tina,” said Ben and went to go back to the van he was working on.
“Ben you going to Dark Zone this evening?”
“More than likely. Why?”
“Maybe see you there.”
“Oh, ok,” said Ben and returned to the work he had been doing.
She picked up the timing chain and along with Tybias wandered over to where Nibs and Simon where.
Tybias asked, “Drinks?”
“Yeah,” said Simon.
“This way, ladies,” said Tybias leading them indoors and into the living room, which was small and kind of cosy. It had a couple of beat up sofas and a couple of arm chairs, a Tele was on one wall next to it was a stereo. Tybias when to the mini fridge beside one of the sofas and took out a couple of cans passed one to Tina and the other to Nibs, he then took two more out and passed one to Simon, then all of them sat down.
“Like the bike Nibs?” asked Tybias.
“Yeah, love it,” Nibs responded.
“When you get back tell Abs that it already has the pistol hide and an assault weapon hide for a HK-49 SMG. She’ll probably want to change it for the usual weapon for you guys, the M22. You two got anything planned for the evening?” asked Tybias.
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied looking expectantly at Tina.
“As I said outside, no I don’t think so either. Why?” replied Tina.
“Join us and the local gang at Dark Zone, it’s a local meeting place run by the Back Hearts gang. It’s a small gang trying to help in the neighbourhood, which has one problem at the moment. It’s being threatened by one of the other local gangs, The Snakes. The best description for the Snakes is a bunch of arrogant stuck up corporate types with nothing better to do than cause trouble for the locals.”
“Sounds very similar to the Aces,” said Tina.
“Yeah probably,” replied Simon.
“The Back Hearts asked our gang’s leader Sarah for help if it comes down to a War Zone.”
“Has she agreed?” Nibs asked.
“Not yet, she said she would take the request to the council and I’ve not heard back since. I’ve offered my unit’s support for first dibs of any loot taken. I was wondering if the Vixens would be interested in helping?”
“Don’t know,” said Tina, “we can ask them when we get back.”
“Thanks. Anyway, you are going to come tonight?”
“Yeah, why not,” said Tina.
*****
At 7ish, Tybias, Simon, Nibs and Tina got up and got ready to leave for the short walk to Dark Zone, which was only a few roads away. Tybias led the way out of the house and turned left. At the end of the road he turned left again. After crossing one secondary road he turned right onto a minor road and just down the street on the right hand side was the sign for Dark Zone. Outside were a couple of youths who nodded a hello as the four of them approached the door. Tybias paid for Nibs and Tina’s entry. After depositing jackets and side arms at the cloak room, the inner doors opened to reveal a large room with in places three stepped tiered platforms. Abbak trance was being played on the decks.
Ben from the workshop wandered over and said, “Hi.”
“Hi Ben, who’s here tonight?” Tybias replied.
“The boss is in a meeting. Some local official I think.”
On one wall was a large screen game of Bloodfest Arcade, Nibs lent over to Tina and whispered in her ear, “Two player game, later?” and pointed to Bloodfest Arcade.
“Yeah, what me and you?”
“Yeah.”
“Definitely.” As Tina replied the current player has his last health shot away and the game ended. The high score table appeared and showed the top score was 1.29 million decks, this kid who was sitting near by got up and walked over to the game.
“Shit, what, he isn’t going for record again,” said Ben.
“Looks like it,” said Simon.
“The guy thinks he owns the game and who ever breaks his high score needs to be forced from the top by him beating it,” said Ben.
“Assuming Bloodfest Arcade,” Nibs said as Tybias wandered back with a tray of soft drinks, “is anything like Bloodfest II, I was scoring 2.1, 2.2 million decks nearly all of the time I sat and seriously played.”
“Fuck that’s good,” said Tybias as he retook his seat.
“I think Arcade is based on Bloodfest II,” said Ben as he took a glug from his soft drink.
“Can we smoke here?” asked Tina.
“Yeah you can,” replied Ben.
With this the pair retrieved their tins from their pouches and Nibs loaded her pipe and Tina rolled a Cambar cigarette. They both took a good drag from them.
After a short while of sitting and chatting about various subjects, Nibs realised that she needed the toilet and stood to head for the women’s loos.
As she approached the door to the toilet area, it opened and into the room came a pair of girls, when the lead one had passed she looked back and double took her face. ‘Is that Tracy from Young Trans,’ she thought and continued into the toilet.
As she sat on the toilet she took out her PDU and loaded Young Trans. She tapped the search link and scribed the name Tracy into the search name box and then she scribed Wester Park District into the area box. She then tapped the search button and after a couple of seconds of thinking her PDU displayed Tracy’s profile page, she scrolled to where the people had pictures up. She found the one of Tracy’s face and it was or it was a bloody good doppelganger. She finished on the toilet and proceeded to wash her hands. She then headed back into the main room and saw Tracy and her female partner sitting on the first floor tear with a couple of other young people.
She headed for the table and when she was close enough she walked around and the group and tapped Tracy on the shoulder. She turned and faced her and she said, “Hi, do I know you?”
“You do Tracy,” she replied, she knew she was feeling and looking very happy. “Do you use Young Trans net site?”
“I do, do you?”
“I do, I use to be know as Nicki Calton.”
“Walk me to hell in a hand basket. Welcome to Dark Zone Nicki,” said Tracy. She turned back to the table and said, “Guys meet Nicki from Young Trans.”
“Hi Nicki,” said the male looking member. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a blue t-shirt, “I’m Robert one of the three trans men that use the chat room.”
She stood and grabbed herself a seat and said down, beside the only true woman present.
“How come, from what I remember from you profile you were trapped by your mum and dad?” asked Tracy, “and may I say you look very. Mm, Gith.”
“Mum and dad don’t know. I did a bunk last Frodar and got invited to join the Gangrels, specifically the Bitch Vixens unit. I’ve not had chance yet to update things on my profile.”
Tracy then said, “Allow me to introduce my partner, Alli Stevens.” She was wearing a smart suit, the type you would use for an office job. “she also uses the site and thats how we met, and Fiona Tribble.” Who was wearing a shortish skirt, what looked like tights and a V cut sleeved top. “Also a member and regular.”
“I remember chatting with you a few times Fiona,” she said as Tina walked over from where she had been sitting.
“Hi,” said Tina.
“Guy, meet Tina a fellow Gangrel and also a full time crossdresser. Tina, Tracy, Fiona, Robert all Trans people from Young Trans, and Alli Tracy’s partner and also a member.”
“Hey, and hi everyone,” Tina said and took a chair from a nearby table and sat down beside Nibs.
“I guess you no longer go by the name Nicki,” said Robert.
“No I don’t. My new name is Nibola Calton or Nibs for short.”
“Hi Nibs. Other than leaving home, how come?”
“Let me tell you a tale of how a young person, my male half made friends with Sandra Patterson.” She then told the group her and Sandra’s tale from when she moved to Suraban to her change, she included the fact she was also a holder of a Full Street Ghost licence.
After she had finished, Tracy said, “Bloody hell! That is one hell of a story, but it does prove that somewhere someone cares for us at least.”
“The Bitch Vixens, why do I think that name has a history in the Gangrels. Someone said something about the your unit,” said Alli.
Tina then asked, “What unit your self, and why the suit?”
“I work for Telean Xorone Galsen East Suraban Area Office, in the accounts department.” asked Alli, “What unit, I’ve been a member of Blue Hill Sharks for five months. I was introduced three Gatherings ago.”
“Weren’t Silver Handers good,” said Tina.
“Yeah weren’t they, How come your self Tina?” asked Alli.
“My story is very similar to Nibs’ tale except I’ve been living fulltime for the last three years and been on hormones for almost two and a half of that time. All thanks to the Gangrels medical staff.”
As she looked around the room, she saw the door next door to the screen open and a couple of people walk out, a female and a couple of males.
When the three were in the room, Tina called “Sarah,” and waves an invite to her. Sarah saw the wave and nodded that she had seem it and started to walk over to where the group was sitting.
“Hi Tina, Nibs,” said Sarah. “What you doing here?”
“Getting my bike from Tybias’, he’s sat over there,” she said and pointed at where there were sitting.
Sarah looked around and saw Tybias sitting with his brother and Ben. “Right, thanks.” Sarah walked over and grabbed a chair and sat down and started to chat to them.
“Drinks?” she asked everyone
Tybias, Simon, Ben and Sarah all stand up and walk back to where Nibs and Tina were sitting. “May we join you ladies and gent?” asked Sarah to the group.
“Yes,” replied Tracy. “Hang on, I know you. Aren’t you Tybias Mitten from T&S Mechanics?”
“Yes, I am, I’m the T and Simon my brother, here, is the S. Ben here also works for us. Allow me to introduce Sarah Cutherlate, leader of the Gangrel Street Gang, which myself, Simon, Nibs and Tina are all members of.”
“We know, I’m also a member of the Gangrels, but I work for Telean Xorone Galsen.”
“Would some one introduce us, I notice when you came back you headed here rather than back to us Nibs,” said Simon.
“Guys, meet Tracy, Alli, Fiona and Robert, I know all of them from the Young Trans site I’m a member of. I was getting some drinks.”
“To save emailing you when I get back to command, Tybias, the council decided to open the arsenal to Back Heart Gang. We will also be subsidising the four units already employed should the Snakes launch a War Zone.”
“That’s good to hear, any dissenters on the Council?”
“Yeah the normal one,” commented Sarah.
“Oh him,” Tybias said and shakes his head.
“I’ll tell you on the way home Nibs,” whispered Tina in her ear.
“Anyone for drinks?” she asked. When everyone had given their drink orders to her, she got up and headed for the bar along with Tracy.
“How have things been, someone said that you had been into the chat room on Moroth and told everyone that you were full time?”
“Things have been great, how about you?”
“Yeah things aren’t to bad thanks. I had a feeling that the Gangrels had been involved in you going full time when Sophie-Gurl told me Moroth evening.”
“How come you are here,” she said as the pair waited at the bar for one of the bar staff to serve them.
He asked, “Can I help you ladies?”
“Yes,” she said and gave the order to the gent.
“Four weeks ago Alli came in and we started to chat, she was interested in understanding what it meant to be trans. I think the Sharks have at least one. We meet a later that week and we’ve been out on a few dates since.” As the barman moved off to fill the order Tracy asked, “How can you remember that order, I have problems remembering four items most days?”
“I have an eidetic memory for conversations, it don’t matter how it comes across as long as it’s sound I will remember it. I can remember conversations I had five, six years ago.”
“Bloody hell! I can see that being so useful I your line of work.”
*****
After the guy playing Bloodfest Arcade had scored 1.31 million Decks and died, he moved off the game satisfied that no one would be able to beat it for a while Nibs turned to Tina, “Shall we?”
The kid that had been playing lost his last health and the game ended with im scoring 1.37million decks.
“Shall we Tina,” she said as he sat down
“Yes, lets,” replied Tina. They both got up and was joined by Sarah who stood behind them and got ready to press the start button. Tina fed in the two decks needed for a two player game and when they were both ready.
“One practice game as I’ve not played arcade before,” she said.
“Yeah and I think I need one too, it’s been a while since I played arcade,” said Tina.
“Ready you two?” asked Sarah.
“Yeah,” they both responded.
“Then rock and roll.” She pressed the two player start button.
*****
37 minutes later the two of them had scored a whopping 4.98 million decks with neither of them loosing a single piece of health, which for a two player game had drawn quite a crowd.
Nibs said to Tina, “I’m exhausted.”
“So am I,” responded Tina then together they both put weapons down and took a step back as a missile from a gunship on screen exploded killing both of the players which ended the game. The cheer that went up was incredible as the game also registered each player’s total of 2.49 million decks as well.
She looked over at the table where the kid had been sat at, which was now empty.
When the two of them got back to the table, Ben said, “The kid left after you got 3.3 million in a huff.”
Both of then laughed at the news.
“So he’s not seen the scores then?” she said
“I don’t think so,” replied Ben .
“Anyway,” said Tina to the people at the table, “we need to head home, we are both exhausted after that game.”
“No problems,” said Tybias, “you will remember to ask about helping should it be needed?”
“Yes we will,” replied Tina and they both left via the door they came in by, picking up their jackets and pistols on the way. They both walked the short distance to Tybias’ and collected their bikes.
“Run back IC12,” Nibs said as they took the two bikes off the main stands and wheeled them out of the yard, “it should be clear at this time of night.”
“It should be, yeah,” responded Tina.
And the two of them kicked started their bikes and headed home.
When they reached IC12 she just went low against the fuel tank, engaged the auto-gyro and accelerated and was soon pushing 150mph. Tina wasn’t far behind her; it took about twenty minutes to reach Home Base.
The pair pulled into the driveway and saw Sandra was sitting on the veranda not looking very happy at all. After they had parked the bikes and dropped the timing chain beside Abs’ engine. They both headed back to the driveway closing and locking the garage door.
They then ascended the steps to the veranda where Sandra was sat on a garden chair on the veranda smoking a Cambar cigarette. “Where have you been?” she asked both of them in a stern voice.
“Getting my bike hun, why?”
“Time.”
“Yeah, were we supposed to be back for something?”
“Yeah. Dinner.”
“Oh fuck I forgot,” she replied apologetically.
“Oh shit so did I,” responded Tina, “sorry Sandra.”
“Not to worry, it’s in the microwave. Just heat it up. Nice bike hun.”
“Thanks love, you coming in.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra and got up to follow her and Tina in to the house and closed the front door.
The pair heated up the vegetable hotpot Sandra had cooked and joined Paul, Abs and Sandra watching a newly released film.
*****
When the film was finished Nibs turned to Tina and asked, “You said you would tell be about the dissenter on the council?”
“I did, didn’t I,” replied Tina.
“Oh, we talking about Timothy?” asked Paul.
Abs got up and headed for the kitchen to make some drinks.
“Yeah we are,” said Tina.
“Timothy, the one problem we as Gangrels have,” Tina started as she rolled a Cambar cigarette. “He leads about six units of various compositions, all of them very militant and generally will cause problems to most gangs if given half the chance.”
Sandra lent over and took the large house bong and loaded the top and both she and Nibs took two of the four pipes and as she lit the Cambar in the bowl, they both took a draw through it. “I have seen them hire themselves to the highest bibber and then charge double the original fees for ammunition expenditure, and no way did they expend the amount of ammo they said they did. One battle which involved us, the Vixens, and one of the more defensively orientated units, we expended close on double the amount we initially said,” said Sandra, “Timothy’s unit expended almost none, and still asked for the amount we had expended.”
“That isn’t good,” Nibs said.
“No it isn’t,” responded Paul, “but unless they do something that breaks Central’s rules or the Gangrels Standing orders, there isn’t much we can do. Central has investigated a couple of incidents but no one has ever come forward or the proof has disappeared or been destroyed before Central could meet.”
“Which I guess annoys quite a few people?” she enquired.
After hearing the switch being switched on the perculator Abs returned to the seating area and took one of the other pipes and lit the end and took a drag from it.
“Yeah it does, we here are on the north western edge of the area watched over by him and his main unit The Head Counters,” continued Tina. “He has a couple of occasions tried to convert us from Sarah’s leadership, he thinks if he can convert us more units will jump ship and join him. But seeing as he has tried on four occasions to do it and failed every time, he’s given up trying.”
“I think he just hopes we will disappear and allow him to continue to win converts to his cause,” replied Paul.
“Which is a joke if you ask me,” said Sandra. “Some people say he’s not himself and hasn’t been himself for a good couple of years, but no one has any proof of it.”
“How does the Gangrel council work?” Nibs asked.
“How does it work,” said Paul, “Any matter that may have a major implication for the entire Gangrel gang goes before the Council and is debated and then voted on by the board of 11 including the chairperson Sarah, who was the casting vote if one is needed.”
“It can make for some interesting times to say the least. Currently sat on the council is a member from each district which Suraban has 9, Sarah and one representative from Central. Timothy’s area of influence is the south eastern area and it borders the far side of the Free Fire zone.
“We as an A rated unit are exempt from Gangrel district control, we answer directly to the council and not to an area commander.”
Paul stood and headed for the fridge and took out the open bottle of Cabilla and poured himself a drink. After returning it to the fridge he returned to the seats and sat down taking the Cambar cigarette he had been smoking and relit the end taking a drag as he did.
“We’ve been asked on a couple of occasions to advise the council of certain matters concerning policy towards certain matters. And we have a non voting seat on the council which we don’t take up unless we are asked to. Currently all the A rated units are under the nominal command of Gaz, Sarah’s right hand person on the council. He allows us to do as we please as long as we don’t bring the Gangrels into disrepute.”
“That’s interesting. The Gangrels are sounding more and more like the Ghost community. The ghost community uses a similar system of rating teams and people. If a team stays together for at least six months the team gets listed as an active team, Cameron Raiders, is currently a non active unit, but that ain’t to say if they got a mission that brought them all back together the unit status goes to active and then Fixers can contact the team directly rather than going through each team member.”
“What happens if something goes tits up?” asked Abs
“What do you mean when you say go tits up?” she asked.
“Goes horribly wrong and lots of collateral damage is caused.”
“If the unit survives the fuck up, they go before the council of elders, the older members of the ghost community, and they make a judgement, based on all the evidence they can collect from the various sources. Punishment ranges from a simple slap on the wrist and a fine to the de-listing of the team and the members, and that ban can last from 6 months to life.”
“Harsh, ain’t it,” said Sandra.
“Maybe, but the causing of collateral damage to non corporate sites and places may effect the general population, it is looked at very dimly. The Street Ghosts live by a simple credo the civilians who live in the area do not want a corporate strike to spill over onto and into their homes. Most ghosts will move to help a civilian in distress with out thinking, bar the normal ones dealing with the situation. This element marks the true Street Ghost community as different to the various immations you will see out there.”
*****
Around 1ish Tina and Abs said night and wandered off to bed, Paul also disappeared a short while later leaving Sandra and Nibs up watching an adventure film. About 3ish they both headed for bed as she knew she would be helping Abs tomorrow finishing her bike repairs and fitting the hide to her bike.
Chapter 16 — The Retreat
Savraday 22nd Juwur
Nibs and Sandra woke at 08:51BN. Nibs swung her legs out of the bed; took the blunt that lay next to the ashtray on her bedside table and lit it. Sandra just lay propped up on her elbows.
“You know something hun, I’m going to embroider my jacket today, its needs doing,” she said.
“That’s true. What you going to put on it?”
“The Vixens symbol and the Black Fairy which is my personal symbol.”
“The Black Fairy?” asked Sandra as she lent over, retrieving the blunt she had put out last night before the two of them had fallen into a peaceful sleep.
“I have the picture on the tablet, its one of the backgrounds I use.”
After Sandra had lit the blunt she sat up, stretched and said, “You up for some combat practice hun?”
“Yeah definitely,” she said with a smile. She turned and kissed Sandra on the forehead, grabbed her bathrobe, put it on and wandered over to the bathroom to go to the loo and brush her teeth. She was soon joined by Sandra who also sat on the loo and cleaned her teeth. After finishing she asked Sandra, “Coffee hun?”
“Yeah, then get dressed and head into the back garden and have some fun sparring.”
“Ok.”
She walked into the living area and found Tina sat at the breakfast bar sipping a cup of something. “Morning,” said Tina.
“Morning Tina,” she said, “You up for some sparring today?”
“Yeah I think Abs is too. She’s already up and I think she’s downstairs harvesting some of our plants.”
Abs appeared at the front door and as she walked in she said, “Good harvest this cycle.”
“How many plants?” asked Sandra as she walked out of the bedroom zone.
“A good thirty-five plants plus fresh seeds for another three cycles.”
“What is good is I think we may have found the best conditions at last.”
She went about sorting out two coffees; when finished she passed one of the cups of Sandra.
“Thanks hun,” responded Sandra and sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.
Abs said, “Tina you going to join me for some sparring, I’m going to beat you today.”
“Ok hun,” responded Tina. “In your dreams, you’ve not beaten me since I moved in here.”
“My luck has got to change sometime.”
“Not today hun,” responded Tina, she then got up to follow Abs to the back garden.
After finishing their coffees Nibs and Sandra went to their bedroom and got dressed in simple baggy, free-flowing clothes. She grabbed her pair of short staves. ‘I need to see those people again soon,’ she thought. Sandra grabbed her quarter staff and followed her out into the back garden.
The garden was large the width of the house plus six feet for the path to the back door a good 20 feet plus long. At the back was a wooden fence that backed onto a small piece of waste land. From where she was standing she could see the area was also being used as a dumping ground, in places the various large objects had been stacked or moved to form defences and similar positions. Inside the actual garden was a couple of punchbags, a speedball and a few other combat training obstacles.
The pair warmed up and watched Abs and Tina as they sparred together; Tina was using a pair of short staffs similar to hers’. Abs was using a full staff which was about 6ft long. After watching for about five minutes Abs went for a low strike which Tina jumped over, then Tina counter-attacked by feinting with the right staff and catching Abs on the side of the head with the left one.
Abs said, “You bitch.”
“I keep telling you when fighting two weapons you need to seriously rethink letting the enemy get close.”
She nodded her head in agreement; as both Tina and Abs left the ring Sandra and her stepped up.
Sandra asked, “Are you ready Nibs?”
“The question shouldn’t be, am I ready, it should be are you ready to face me. I may have only shadow-sparred more often than not, but I know these staffs,” she responded. “Now defend yourself.” She stabbed the left staff at Sandra’s head and swung the right at her lower abdomen.
Sandra jumped back and said, “FEck, your fast.”
“I know,” she responded as she returned to a ready-stance.
It took about twenty-five seconds to land the first hit on Sandra, she used both staffs to take her knees out by tripping rather than hitting there.
During the short fight Sandra noticed a few openings and what surprised her was Nibs used her body as weapons as well. “Enough,” said Sandra, “feck, you are good.”
“No I ain’t,” she replied. “I caught you by surprise.”
“That you did, plus the fact you don’t seem to worry about taking hits. You left yourself open on a few occasions.”
“I may have looked as if I was open, but I was ready to receive your counter-attacks.”
“I agree you are good Nibs,” said Abs. “Our resisdent experts in street fighting are Paul and Gary, and I think you could beat them easily.”
“Doubt it, I’ve shadow sparred a lot, this is the first time people are fighting back,” she said
“I seriously think if you would be able to beat them both,” said Abs.
“And from what I saw I have a lot to learn about these,” Tina said and indicated she meant her short staves.
“Me and you Abs?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah, ok,” responded Abs.
“Show me what you know Tina,” Nibs said.
For the next couple of hours the four of the practised and sparred together.
*****
About 11:15BN all four felt exhausted from the workout.
“That was one of the toughest workouts I’ve had,” said Abs. “But I’ve learnt a massive amount about how to deal with people with two weapons.”
“It may be an idea if we think about making these a slightly more regular occurrence than once in a while,” said Sandra.
“Yeah I agree,” said Tina.
Sandra knocked on the bathroom door which was closed. “Paul you in there?” she asked.
“Yeah I am,” responded Paul.
“Hurry up. There’re four sweaty girls out here needing a shower.”
“Ok, I’ll be finished in a couple of minutes,” came his reply.
*****
Nibs walked into the living-room after putting her short staffs away. She headed for the fridge, got out some cold filtered water, poured herself a glass and drunk it quickly. When she had returned to wait for the bathroom.
Paul walked out of the bathroom in his black bathrobe and headed for his room to get dressed.
A burst of Silver Hand played from Paul’s mobile on the fireplace. She wandered over to see who’s calling and shouts. “Paul, Darla’s ringing you.”
“You answer it Nibs, I’m currently indisposed at the mo.”
“Ok,” she answered, picked up the phone and flicked it open, then said, “Hi Darla, its Nibs, Paul is currently indisposed at the mo. How can I help?”
“Hi Nibs, I’m inviting all the Vixens to my place in the Low Back Forest from today ‘til we head for the festival.”
“Ok,” she replied and asked, “Where in the Low Back forest, it’s kind of big?”
“Yeah I know, I’m sending you the location co-ordinates now via text.”
Beep, Beep went Paul’s phone as it received a text, “Ok it’s arrived.”
“Good, how long before you guys leave, so I can tell Gary when to meet you lot?” asked Darla.
“45 minutes to an hour, we need to shower and get some clothes together for the trip,” she replied.
“Ok, I’ll say an hour and a half then to Gary. Meet him at the truck stop on IC5 before it leaves the city?”
“Ok, see you soon,” she said and closed Paul’s phone.
“Guys, Darla’s invited us to her place in the Low Back Mountains until the festival.”
“Do you know if she invited Misty’s group?” asked Paul.
“She didn’t say,” she replied; then she walked to the computer to check the location Darla had sent in the text. She pulled up the Map software, typed in the co-ordinates and the map software displayed a largish house at the end of a road, the name displayed alongside was Graham Cottage. It looked as if it was located on a cliff edge looking south, ‘Nice place,’ she thought as Abs and Tina finished in the shower.
“Our turn Nibs,” called Sandra.
“Ok hun, coming,” she called back and walked towards the bathroom.
*****
Thirty minutes later everyone was in the living room, they all had rucksacks, which contained a couple of changes of clothes for the break at Darla’s.
Tina asked, “We coming back on Sumbar or Moroth?”
“Don’t know,” Nibs said. “Darla didn’t say.”
“I hope Sumbar as I know we will need to get ready for the festival with camping gear.”
“I think Savraday then would be better,” said Paul.
*****
Two days previously, Darla had received an envelope in the post from her parent’s lawyer. The letter had said he wanted to meet Darla, and gave a Motel just off IC5 Junction18 in a small town called Forest Scope. It had also said he would only be there for a week from the date printed on the letter and that was two days previous.
“Angel, Damieel we are going on a road trip to the Low Back forest, we leave in half an hour.”
“Yes Mistress,” they both called back from the bathroom.
*****
Darla’s bike and the two trikes, belonging to Angel and Damieel, pulled into the Motel car park and she located the room indicated on the return address. She knocked on the door and the door was opened by a gentleman in his mid-thirties.
“Darla Graham?”
“Yes that is me,” she answered.
“Then please come in.”
The twins and her walked into the room, “Allow me to introduce Angel and Damieel, my partners in all things,” she said as the gentleman looked Angel and Damieel up and down.
“No problem,” he said, “I am Simon Grayson of Grayson Lawyers Ltd, I represent your father and mother and have done so since 2041, and I am currently the probate officer of your father and mother’s last will and testimony.”
Four years ago you know your mum and dad undertook a ghost operation against Grinlinn Manufacturing and never returned.
“Yes I remember them leaving.” She moved to sit on the bed and was joined by Angel and Damieel. Angel sat and looked over her right shoulder. Damieel was kneeing behind her looking directly at Simon over her left shoulder.
“As was the norm they contacted me before the operation and normally they contacted me again after the operation to inform me of their safe return. Neither of them has contacted me since that day four years ago. The last will and testimony stated that should they and I mean either or both not contact my firm via some method within four years then the last will and testimony should be read. The document countersigned by three other lawyers all who worked for my firm at the time. The will states that the entire estate which in today’s monetary terms is worth 56.2 million decks and includes the apartment you currently reside in, a large house located in the Low Back Forest and a further house located in the Chimilla Highlands goes to their only true daughter Darla to do with as she sees fit.”
She said sounding very shocked and surprised, “The entire estate, valued at 56.2 million decks plus three houses are mine to do with as I see fit.”
“Yes I also have a sealed letter for you. This was sealed in my presence by both your father and mother,” and he handed her the letter. She took it and just looked at it in disbelief.
“I shall give you some space and time Miss Graham. I shall be in the bar opposite if you wish to see the house in the Low Back forest.”
She shook her head slightly and said, “Thanks.”
After the door is closed and she listened to his steps as they crossed the gravelled surface. She broke the seal on the envelope, taking out a letter which was wrapped around a key and a swipe card, both of which dropped out and fell to the floor.
After picking up the swipe card and key, she read the handwritten letter.
Dear Darla,
If you are reading this letter then it means that both I and your mother haven’t returned from an operation.
The lawyer we instructed to carry out our wishes has served not only us but many Street Ghosts over the years and he is the one responsible for making sure you always had the apartment to live in.
The next few paragraphs were about the mission they had been employed to conduct.
The house in the Low Back Forest is mine and your mum’s retreat from every day stresses. It is also the location for an Academy Battle Store, as both myself and your mum where trained at the Academy to become elite Street ghosts and Conspiracy Operatives. Most of your inheritance is money gathered and earnt during those days. The store assuming it has not been plundered by the Academy trained people on operation is also yours and your friend’s to use as the entire group sees fit.
The store itself has equipment that is six to seven years out of date by current Academy standards, but is probably still twenty to twenty five years ahead of technology enjoyed by the world’s military forces and probably twenty years ahead of most corporation’s equipment. It’s yours and your friend’s as is the money and shares. Simon has power of attorney over them at the moment and has been instructed that they are never to be used as collateral against things. Both your mum and I advise you to leave the status quo as is concerning them.
Enjoy the houses and the secrets they contain.
Yours Thomas and Clare.
PS. The coordinates for the house are -782.574,4554.328 I would inform Simon that you are going and ask him to return to the Suraban.
After she had finished reading the letter she put it back into the envelope and re-sealed it. She placed it in the inside pocket of her leather jacket. Then after composing herself she stood up and walked out with the twins in tow. “You two wait here, I’ll be back shortly.”
She crossed the road to the bar, and opened the door. The inside was a dark bar she knew places like Forest Scope would have. The main tap room was 50feet long by at least 30feet wide. Behind the bar were three staff serving 30 odd customers. Most looked like trappers and people hardened by work in the foot hill forests and mountains. Simon was sat on a bar stool drinking what looked like a coffee. She walked towards him at the bar. “Thanks for the information about my inheritance. I’m heading to the house now, but I would like to go alone and spend some time alone with my thoughts and memories.”
“No problem Ms. Graham, can I assume that you wish me to remain as your lawyer and maintain the power of attorney over the shares and other incomes.”
“Yes thanks, I shall leave the status quo as is as you have served my family well over the years. I may have some more people who may be interested in your legal services.”
“Why thank you Ms. Graham and I look forward to meeting you and your friends in the near future.”
Darla turned and had two drunken men block her exit.
“Hey babe, you want some cock?” the left hand bloke said.
Simon turned to face them and she said, “Leave it Simon, I’ve dealt with twats like this before.” She then turned back and looked at the guy who had spoken, “I would knacker you before we got started,” and she then flicked her jacket open to reveal the presence of a Y7 pistol and before his partner could move she grabbed his crotch and squeezed, “My advice to you is it sit down and forget about me unless you have a death wish,” Darla said in a no nonsense voice and she then pushed both of them out of the way and departed the bar to return to the bike and the twins, who had already started their trikes.
Within forty minutes of leaving the motel car-park, the twins and her where on the road that led to the house. After traveling about 50 miles the three of them arrived at a large, single storey house situated over looking a beautiful view point on the edge of a cliff. They parked the bikes in front of the steps to the front veranda, which was large enough to have a garden table and chairs on. Darla took the swipe card that had dropped from the letter out and inserted into the card reader and then pressed her thumb to the small scanner located next to the card reader. After a couple of seconds the door clicked and opened.
The inside of the house was large with an open plan kitchen located on the left hand side of the large living room. To the right was a wall with two doors one up some steps the other on the same level as the living room. All the furniture was covered by dust sheets and the air conditioning was set to maintain the humidity at a level that wouldn’t degrade the furniture.
“You two uncover the furniture and sort out the living room whilst I explore the rest of the house,” she said, and turned towards the lower of the two doors. She tired the door and found it locked. She looked at the door and found just beneath the handle a long hole, very similar to the lock on the bathroom door at the apartment. She took the key out and inserted it in the hole under the handle and turned it. She heard the lock go clunk as it retracted, she then tried the handle and the door opened towards her. In front of her was a passageway which lit up as sensors detected her presence in the doorway. Darla started down the passage way and after fifty feet of it going on a down grade it opened up into a massive room which like the corridor lit up when sensors detected the presence of her. The room was filled with shelves upon shelves of firearms, equipment, armour, tools, and electronic devices. She whispered, “Thank you mum and dad, I love you both lots and lots,” and a tear trickled down her cheek.
She snapped back out of those thoughts and said to herself, “Vixens here, when?”
*****
Nibs and the others closed the front door of the Home Base, walked down the steps and went to collect their bikes.
“Helmets everyone,” said Paul.
“Good point,” Tina said, “We do need to wear them when we leave a city on an IC.”
“You know I haven’t got one,” Nibs said.
“Oops, good point and we haven’t got a spare,” said Tina.
“Then I suggest we go and buy one then,” suggested Sandra.
“Now that’s an idea,” she said as she wheeled her bike out and sat on it waiting for everyone else to be ready.
When Abs had locked the garage doors and set the alarm, everyone started their bike engines and pulled up the driveway and onto the main street. Nibs thought, ‘I need to upgrade that.’
*****
After spending about twenty minutes browsing the various head protections Sam’s Super Bikes had on show, Nibs selected a plain black full-face helmet with a darkened visor. She tried it on and found it fitted exactly. After paying for it she joined everyone outside; they headed for the truck stop where they had said they would meet Gary.
After picking up IC5 from the start they sped along it until Junction 10 where the main IC5 city truck-stop was located. As normal it was quiet, most of the people using it either slept in the cabs or was inside the Inns enjoying their hospitality. In the second, of the four truck-stops, Tina spotted Gary’s bike and signalled the rest of the group and pulled in beside it. When everyone had arrived they all walked into the truck-stop and saw Gary tucking into a large breakfast. As they walked in, he lifted his head and waved them over. Sandra and Paul headed for the counter and ordered some food while the rest headed over to the table.
The inside of the truck-stop had fifteen tables next to long windows that over-looked the car park. The counter ran down half of the back wall, with a door at each end. The door closest opened and a waitress appeared carrying a tray of plates, heading for one of the tables where a couple of men sat. One of the pair was large and had a beer belly, the other more lean and mean, wearing leather trousers and had a full-face helmet on the table next to him. The waitresses were wearing white blouses with name badges over the left breast and black knee-length skirts and black shoes. Tied around their waists was a red-and-white checked apron with a pocket in the front. Nibs, Tina and Abs approached the table and Gary slid along towards the window. Both Tina and Abs slid in beside him, Nibs sat opposite Gary, and was soon joined by Sandra and Paul joined them, "Food shall be with us soon," Sandra said as she sat down.
Very soon, a waiter approached the table with a tray full of cups, a couple of jugs and a small bowl. He set the cups, jugs and small bowl down and then went back to the counter, picked up the coffee and teapots and placed those down as well. Paul and Tina both said "Thanks."
"Any drinks sir?" the waiter asks Gary.
"No thanks," replied Gary, "I'll drink what’s on the table, but thanks for asking."
"You’re welcome sir."
The door to the car park opened and in walked a couple of men, both of medium build. They walked over to a table in the corner; the waiter that had served the drinks headed over towards them. After about five minutes the door to the kitchen opened, two waitresses walked out and approached the table, each was carrying a large tray piled high with steaming food. The first waitress placed the plates down and the second placed three large plates in the middle of the table; the plates in the middle contained bacon rashers, eggs, sausages, hash browns, toast, and various other fried food stuffs. The first waitress returned with two large bowls containing baked beans and tomatoes.
When the last of the baked beans was finished by Tina, Nibs got up and wandered to the toliets, at the far end of the counter. Coming out of the door was a woman dressed in leather biker trousers, who went straight outside to one of the bikes, which she climbed on and sped away. When Nibs had returned from the loos the rest of the group were just preparing to depart. Sandra and her walked to the counter, paid for the food and drinks, the total bill was 25 Decks, ‘Very good value for the size of the meal,’ she thought
Outside the sun was high in the sky and felt quite warm, but a light breeze was also blowing from the north-east. Gary, Paul, Tina and Abs waited for the pair to pay for the food; when they came out the group walked towards where the bikes were parked. Everyone checked the chokers and earpieces were still in place, climbed onto their bikes, and each one rammed the kick-starts down and let the engines idle.
Gary suggested, “It may be a good idea to stop for fuel and work out the route to Darla’s,”
“Good idea,” Paul responded. She led the way out of the truck-stop, towards the fuel-station located next to the line of toll booths. The station had fifteen fuel pumps, three dedicated to refuelling trucks and road-train tractor units and twelve to refuelling other vehicles. As five pumps were not being used, each bike pulled up beside each one, completely filled their tanks with high performance. After filling, the five moved out of the way of the pumps to let four other users in, while Gary took the fifth pump and filled his tank as well.
Sandra, who had gone into the shop, stood at the counter waiting for Gary to finish so she could pay of the fuel. After paying for it she came outside and walked to where the bikes were parked. The group were having a discussion over which route was best.
As she walked back Nibs said, “That is true, I don’t mind cross-country work, but I don’t speak for everyone, it isn’t fun for most people, plus I think it will be very hard on the bikes they’re not setup for cross country work.”
“What are the options for the journey?” she asked.
“Driving to Junction-18 and then heading north via Forest Scope to Darla’s, or coming off at Junction-15 and heading north and then east via a town of Little Middleton,” replied Paul.
“We don’t know the area, I vote for easy Junction-18,” she said.
“Ok then, Junction-18 it is then,” said Tina, “I just want to see Nibs go cross-country.”
“If that’s the only reason then I can show you when we get there on a push-bike rather than a motorbike. It’s a lot more fun, plus it would give me an excuse to get one, I had one at home, but kind of forgot to bring it,” responded Nibs as she walked towards her bike. Everyone picked up their helmets and put them on, as the Surra Country law indicated all people riding bikes must wear a helmet when on the IC outside the city perimeter or else health and vehicle insurance is invalidated.
All the bikes started and moved off in the direction of the tollbooths, where each rider had to pay a Deck to get onto IC5. The booths themselves were one long line of about twenty situated on the entry-ramp slipway and the IC itself, the bikes pulled up to one of the booths and Nibs said, “Six bikes.”
“Six Decks,” came the reply from the operator over loudspeakers. She dropped six deck coins into the hopper and the gate lifted to allow the bikes through. After leaving the controlled area of the tollbooths, all six worked their way through the bikes’ gears and accelerated down the slipway and onto the fast-moving traffic of the IC5, all the bikes were pushing 120mph quite quickly.
As they drove along the IC she was being her ever observant self, noticed that as they passed over IC10, that even through the landscape of crops stayed the same it became considerably more militant the further they travelled from the city. As they passed Junction-16, which had a small town located just to the south of the IC, she saw at least two patrol cars on the bridge and the officers carrying heavy firepower.
About an hour later the bike saw the signs for Junction-18 and a warning of no turning for 165miles. All the bikes indicated and took up the inside lane that would lead them up the off-ramp, towards the junction that would put them on the main road that ran near Darla’s.
The group drove into the small town of Forest Scope, a tourist trap for those wishing to explore the mountains.
“Stop here for some light refreshments,” suggested Tina over the comm. system.
“Yeah, that would be an idea,” replied Sandra, “I do feel in need of a drink and a smoke, if nothing else.”
The group headed up the main road that ran through the centre of the town and found a couple of local diners and a fast food place, owned by Kannock.
“Which one?” she asked.
She had an idea which one would be chosen, everyone agreed not Kannock.
Tina, as she had the lead, indicated left, crossed the road and parked up in front of the diner near the north side. The outside of the diner was very much a modern looking purpose-built building. It was opposite one of the bigger motels. Everyone followed Tina and parked up outside the diner, climbed off, left their helmets on the seats of the bikes and walked inside.
The group walked into the diner, which had a homely feel to it as the inside was lined with wood panelling; with tables along the side wall and a couple along the front window. Each table was covered with a blue-and-red checked tablecloth and had a salt and pepper shaker on each table in front of a menu. The group walked up to the counter which stretched along the left wall to the very back of the diner, where two doors where, one to the toilets, the other to the kitchen area. Behind the counter was a largish male wearing a light blue T-shirt, black trousers and a black apron. “How I may I be of help?” he asked.
Abs responded first, “Do you have any orange juice?”
“We do.”
“A glass of orange juice please. How much,” Abs asked.
“One deck,” the man responded.
Abs took her wallet out, took out a 5-Deck note and passed it to him; he stuffed it into the pocket of his apron, dug out 4-Decks change and passed it to Abs.
Paul spoke next, "A ham sandwich and a mug of coffee please?"
"Ok, can I take the rest of your orders?" he asked.
She spoke next asking for, “Can I have a chicken sandwich and a Chai Latte please.”
Gary was the next to speak, “A bowl of tomato soup and a fresh baguette please.”
Sandra spoke next and asked for the same as Nibs, except her drink was a coffee.
Tina spoke last and asked for a salad sandwich and an Earl Grey tea.
“Thank you, please take a seat and your orders will be with you shortly.” responded the man, who walked out to the kitchen area. Very soon a middle-aged woman appeared at the door and quickly looked around, saw no one new and disappeared into the kitchen. About ten minutes later the woman appeared carrying a large tray to the table and placed the tray down and speaks, “Chai Latte?” as Nibs indicated that it was hers, she passed it to Nibs. “Coffee?” both Paul and Sandra indicated that was their drinks and passed them to them, "Earl Grey?" Tina indicated that she ordered that and accepted it as the women passed it to her. “Your sandwiches and soup will be with you shortly.”
Paul responded, “Thanks.”
A couple of minutes later, the man returned carrying a tray laden with plates, sandwiches and a bowl of soup. He, like the woman, set it down and passed the plates and bowl to each person, asking Abs, “Do you wish to order some food ma'am?”
“No thanks, I’m quite all right, thank you,” responded Abs.
The door to the street open and two men walked in, each wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, both wearing police gunbelts with a 9mm automatic and other assorted police equipment.
The man looked up and says, "Ah Sheriff, Deputy. How may I be of help to you?”
“Brian.” the older man said in response, “Food and drink for myself and Thomas.”
“No problems.”
The two men took a table in front of the window and, after the man finished handing out the food, he went over to the men and took their orders, then disappeared into the kitchen.
The group tucked into the food and silently finished the food, she listened to the Sheriff and Deputy as they are chatting about the general happenings in the town and local area.
When the guys had finished eating, a young woman stood behind the counter; smiling at the group as Gary walked up and paid the bill; then he followed the group outside, clipped the helmet to the bike, as when they had left the IC the law about wearing helmets no longer applied. They all mounted and started the engines and departed heading north.
“Not too far now is it?” Sandra asked over the comm. system.
“No it isn’t,” she replied after checking her PDU which was clipped on to the handlebars, “The turn-off is five-to-six miles ahead and off to the right.”
After travelling six miles Abs saw a sign pointing to the right indicating that the dirt road would lead people to Timber campsite, signposted as being 40 miles away. All six bikes slowed, turned right and started up the 19-odd miles until they turned and headed east up to Darla’s country retreat.
*****
Up at the house Darla, Angel and Damieel were stood in the kitchen. Both Angel and Damieel were dressed in combat fatigue trousers and a green tight vest top. Both carried Academy MZ65Ks on shoulder straps and had two extra magazines on the opposite side of their bodies.
The kitchen was a large square area surrounded on two sides by open-top counters; the only way into the kitchen, from the rest of the house, was from a set of stairs on the south-east side closest to the front door. Along the north-west wall was a large fireplace where a nurance was slowly turning on a spit. The kitchen was made from the local forest. Even the fire beneath the pig was local dead wood. A door on the north west wall lead to a small out house which housed the wood supply for the fire places.
"Shall one of us go to the main road mistress?" asks Angel.
"Yes,” she replied and continued after looking at the clock, “Angel if you leave now you should meet them on the dirt road, but go right to the junction with the main road.”
As Angel left the kitchen she headed for the front door, as she passed the coat tree she grabbed her leather jacket and slid it on over the SMG. When she had exited the house she heard the bird song and chirp, chirp of woodland life. Her trike was in the garage, which also doubled as the main workshop. She sat on the seat and hit the electric start and selected reverse and slowly pulled out of the garage and headed down the track that led from the track that went to Timber campsite.
As she drove at about 25 to 30mph down the uneven road she got a strange sensation, the hair on the back of her neck stood and she felt very euphoric, as if she had just smoked a compete blunt at once. As she drove she felt the sensation die away as she got further and further from, what she could only defined as the source.
As she turned down the track towards the main road, she saw the rest of the guys heading up the track towards her. She turned her motor-trike around and waited for then to get to her and she joined the group as they waved and passed her. She directed the group up the dirt track heading for the house after about twelve miles the ground started to rise and the track went up, the track followed the cliff edge for most of the route to Darla’s.
*****
At the house Darla and Damieel heard the approach of the bikes and wandered towards the front door to welcome the guests. Damieel and her stood on the veranda at the top of eight steps up, it also had a swing seat on it now.
The guys pulled up and parked, climbed off and then started up the eight steps to the veranda and onwards into the house.
“Welcome to my parents and now my country retreat, everyone,” she said as they got to the veranda. “Please hang your coats on the coat poles and make yourselves at home, normal Vixen rules apply.”
Everyone traipsed in side and deposited their bags near the two coat poles that were located near the front door. The layout of the living room had been slightly changed from when the twins and her had arrived a couple of days before. The sofas and arm chairs had been moved around slightly so to face the large window that ran the entire length of the south side of the house. The view was one of looking out over the tall Willabba pines and other tall forest trees.
Nibs said to Sandra, “What a beautiful view.”
Sandra replied, “Yeah your not kidding are you.”
"Damieel go and put the kettle on," said Darla after everyone was inside
"Yes mistress," responded Damieel and she disappeared into the kitchen.
Darla pointed to the door up the stairs and said, "That leads to the bed rooms. And down there," and she points to the other door, "thats the cellar door." Off to the left was another set of steps which led to an open plan kitchen, where Damieel was preparing some drinks. Just beyond the window was a large veranda with a wooden garden table and chairs. Surrounding the veranda was a waist high railing. All the internal walls of the house was very much like the external, made from wood painted with a light varnish. Everyone moved into the seating area and sat down, then they all took out their tins and either rolled a blunt or loaded a pipe. Then everyone smoked them and relaxed after the long drive.
“Nice place you have here Darla,” said Gary, after Damieel had passed out the drinks.
"Thank you Gary,” replied Darla, “I thought relax tonight and have fun tomorrow and the next few days. Then decide what to do after that."
"Don't the Forest Rangers mind this being here?" asked Sandra as she was sat beside her partner looking out over the forest.
"No, my mum and dad where both worked for the Surra Forest Rangers before they passed away. Its one of the perks of the job, the rangers get to build their own homes in the forest they work in. So therefore mum and dad built this place. It was passed to me in their wills."
"Very nice."
The rest of the evening was spent chilling enjoying the company of everyone. About 10ish both Nibs and Sandra excused them selves and went to bed. Let’s just say they didn't sleep much that night. As their room overlooked the cliff and it was a clear night.
*****
Chapter 17 — The surprises.
At some point during the night Sandra lowered her head and laid it on Nibs' chest and they both fell into a restful sleep.
She was the first to wake and looked at her PDU and saw it was only 07.30BN, both her and Sandra must have got only a few hours sleep but it felt like a full nights worth. The sun was streaming through the window, she looked down and saw her partners head resting on her breasts, and just lying there with her life partner she realised she had found who she was at last. She lifted Sandra's head off her chest and moved a pillow so it was under her head and lowered it back and slowly slid out of the bed and quietly walked across the wooden floor. She picked up a dressing gown from the back of one of the two chairs, exited the bedroom and walked through the corridor to the living room. When she walked into the in the living room she saw both Tina and Abs lying arm in arm on the cushions. She crossed the living room to the kitchen and made herself a cup of chai and walked back across the living room towards the veranda. As she crossed back towards the veranda she spotted her tin and patar laying in the same place as she had left it the previous night. She slid the door back and walked into the fresh clean air. She then walked to sit on one of the garden chairs and placed her cup of chai on the table and just looked out across the tree tops. It was a beautiful sight, Darla's family had found a most beautiful place to build there retreat. The sun was warm and pleasant and she was at peace with herself whilst she sat there absorbing the sun's rays.
After a while, which she didn't care how long it was, the door to the house slid silently open and Sandra quietly walked out and kissed her on the cheek. She moved her head and kissed Sandra back.
"Thought you were out here. I distinctly remembering going to sleep on your breasts last night and then waking to find a pillow under my head." she shook her head at her all the time smiling.
"The sun woke me hun and I couldn't get back to sleep. So I got up and just sat here and relaxed."
"Where's your tin?" Sandra asked as she walked around the table and placed her cute bum in one of the other chairs.
"In the living room where I left it last night."
"Oh good as long as it not lost."
The next thing the two knew was Darla coming out blearyed eyed carrying Nibs’ tin. "Who's tin?"
"Mine Darla. I knew where it was and that it was not going to be nicked."
"True, but never let it out of your sight."
"Ok. Mistress," she responded with a hint of mirth in her voice.
"Watch it you. Just cause Angel and Damieel are my slaves don't mean I can't have another one in my stable," responded Darla to the comment. "Anyway, what’s the time?" asked Darla.
"Don't know, don't care," responded Sandra.
"When everyone is awake and up, I'll show all of you the reason why I asked you here. It’s in the basement."
"Oh sounds interesting," she responded.
"Oh I think you all will find it good and interesting."
Soon after Darla had walked out Damieel walked out carrying a tray with 3 steaming cups of coffee, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, "Breakfast is on its way mistress."
"Thank you Damieel," replied Darla.
Damieel placed the tray on table and placed a cup in front of each of the three seated at the table and then placed the milk and sugar in the middle and then she returned to the house.
After about 10 minutes both Angel and Damieel appeared in the door way leading from the veranda both carrying trays with steaming plates piled high with a cooked breakfast. They placed the plates in front of the each person seated. Then Angel asked Darla, "May we join you mistress?"
"Of course you may girls, grab a seat and enjoy yourselves. You both know you ain't cooking tonight, don't you?"
"No we didn't mistress. Do you not like our cooking?" Angel said with a sad face appearing on both of the girls.
"No. Don't you two fret. I'm cooking tonight and just for once no help in the kitchen other than maybe a bit of washing up after dinner. I am intending to do most of the prep washing up before we eat, to give you both you, Angel," Darla said looking at Angel. "And you Damieel." Darla turn her gaze to Damieel. "A break. I am not the only one on holiday here, you two are as well."
"Thank you mistress," both Angel and Damieel said simultaneously.
"And another thing, drop the mistress, yes you two may have once been my slaves, but now I think you two are more than that to me and if I’m not mistaken to everyone else as well," she said whilst smiling at both Sandra and Nibs.
"I think so," she responded.
"And so do I," responded Sandra and Paul as he walked out of the house carrying a glass of orange juice.
"May I assist you in preparing dinner this evening Darla?" she asked
"Thank you Nibs. It would be a pleasure to have you assist me."
About twenty minutes later both Tina and Abs stuck there heads out of the house and looked as if they where still half asleep. "We are planning on going for a walk before breakfast. Any of you want to join us."
"I'll join you," replied Sandra, "I need a walk to settle the large breakfast I've just finished."
Both Angel and Damieel went to stand, but before they could Darla said, "No you two stay put. You don't mind preparing breakfast when you get back do you Tina, Abs."
"No, it’s no problem." they both replied.
Abs, Tina and Sandra disappeared leaving Nibs, Darla, Paul who moved from standing just behind his sister to the chair she had vacated, Angel and Damieel sitting in the warn morning sun.
A short time later Gary appeared and joined the group on the veranda. “Where are the girls? No offence Nibs,” asked Gary.
“Out having a walk around the local area,” replied Darla.
“Arh, ok,” said Gary.
“Has anyone thought about adding another new member to the Vixens?” asked Paul.
“No,” replied Darla.
“Who did you have in mind Paul?” asked Gary.
“Amy, from over the road to Homebase,” responded Paul.
After a few minutes of thought, Nibs said, “I’ve chatted to her, on a one to one a couple of days ago, I think she’s sound, but remember Paul, she’s not from the world of gangs, gang violence, guns, and such?”
“I know, but we had similar apprehensions when Sandra brought up asking you to join us,” Paul said, “to which Gary, if I remember right, came up with similar arguments against asking you.”
“I did, and I am very happy that I was wrong,” said Gary
She took a sip from her cup of coffee, which was getting a bit cold, so she got up and ask, “Anyone for more coffee?”
“Yeah me,” said Gary.
“And me,” said Paul after looking in his cup.
She disappeared and after pouring out the last of the coffee from the percolator and refilling it, she returned to the group.
“I think it would be a good idea,” said Darla. “I will probably not be around in a couple of years, and all of you lot are 17, 18 year olds, even Angel and Damieel are only 20.”
“Now that’s true Darla, and it will be a sad day when you retire from active combat,” said Paul. “You have been an excellent guide on the way the Vixens have grown.”
“And soon it will be time for the students to become the teachers,” responded Darla, “and I think the best teacher is sat at this table right now.” Darla was looking at her which she picked up on.
‘What does she know,’ she thought. ‘Does she know things I don’t about me.’
*****
The three girls went out and turned towards the mountains and walked through the forest on a path. The forest surrounding the path was not as thick as the main forest and let quite a lot of light through the tree canopy. This did mean that the ground was littered with brambles, ferns, and other forest ground plants, Sandra who was leading the girls, stopped after a while and pointed ahead at the path, on it was a couple of small rabbits which had stopped and were looking around then suddenly they disappeared into the undergrowth. All three of the girls smiled and continued walking along the path, which continued up a slight incline, until the path exited the forest into an open area on the edge of the cliff as it turned from going North East to going in a more northerly direction.
The three of them just stopped, stood and looked out from the viewpoint. The viewpoint over looked the Low Back Mountains which where covered for about half their height in forest, and the tops of some of the higher mountains where snow capped.
"You know something. This is a beautiful place Darla has here," said Tina as the girls stood and looked out over the view point.
Set back a little way was a trunk of a tree lying on the ground facing the viewpoint just in front was an area that was blackened and the area had some stones surrounding it, indicating that the area was used as a fire pit.
"I must bring Nibs here before we go, she is going to love it," Sandra said as her face was one of great happiness.
Abs and Tina walked up to the log and sat down, Abs continued the thought that was going through all the girls’ minds, "I wish Darla had told us about it sooner. As I think it would have become our retreat from the hectic life we all lead in the city."
"Yeah I know it would have been nice to know, but we know now and that’s what is important," continued Tina.
"Very true it is," finished Abs.
After sitting at the view point for the time it took to smoke a pipe. The girls continued their walk and returned after 30 minutes to the house. When the girls returned to the house they found the rest of the guys where up and both Nibs and Darla where in the kitchen cooking a good hearty breakfast for the guys.
*****
As Abs and Tina walked up the steps to the kitchen, they both asked, “Is there anything we can do?”
The kitchen was modern with an old world appearance using natural wood for the tops and all the doors to the cupboards done in a similar way as was the rest of the house a dark varnished pine on all four sides where long working surfaces with the stairs up located in the south east corner near the main front door. The cupboards where located both under and over the working tops and where filled with general supplies and food. Along the north west wall was an open fire place where a small fire was burning under a large blackened pot and inside it was water which was steaming. Next to the fire was a six ring hob, and under the hob was a full oven. The only major piece of kitchen equipment missing was a microwave. Under the main window was a double sink and extending from both sides where draining surfaces. To the right of the sinks where a couple of open front cupboards with plates and cups stacked neatly. Above the plate cupboard was a rack that contained knives, forks, spoons and other kitchen equipment utensils.
“Not at the moment,” said Darla who was standing over the cooker.
Nibs turned and lent over the bench and said to Sandra, “Did you enjoy your walk hun?”
Abs and Tina both turned and followed Sandra who had replied to her question by saying, “Yes I did,” and she was wearing the smile she loved. Sandra walked out to the veranda where everyone looked happy and most were sitting eating breakfast or drinking.
Very soon afterwards both Darla and her walked out onto the veranda carrying another cup of coffee. Darla was carrying a tray with two plates, piled high with a cooked breakfast of a couple of sausages, egg, a couple of rashers of bacon, beans, and fried tomatoes. Darla put the two plates in front on Tina and Abs.
When breakfast was finished, it was around 11ish, both Tina and Abs volunteered to do the washing up and cleared away all the plates and cups. A short while later whilst the Tina and Abs were completing the washing up the rest of the guys wandered in from the veranda and sat in the living room still chatting about gangs, world and general stuff. When Tina and Abs had joined them in the living room.
Darla stood up, and said, "Now is the time for you all to see the reason why I invited you here this weekend," she paused and then continued, "Would you all please follow me."
She lead them to the door to the basement, she inserted the key into the lock and turned it. The lock unlocked with a clunk and she pulled the door open and like they did on the first time Darla had seen the passageway the lights that ran down the ceiling switched themselves on and illumined the down slope passageway. The passageway was fifteen foot across and about fifty foot long and as everyone in hushed silence followed Darla down the passage way she walked in to a room which lighted in a similar way as the passage was a large room about 180 to 190 feet long by about 150 feet on the north south axis, the south wall had eight high windows that let in a good amount of light.
The sight everyone saw was an armoury full of weapons, technology, equipment, armour, and other things Street Ghosts wanted to keep them alive. Almost everyone headed off for the weapons aisles, but Nibs headed for the equipment shelves. As she walked the length of the shelves, she looked and saw equipment she could only dream of. She remembered hearing rumours of Academy Tech being state of the art equipment in all areas of Street Ghost work. She looked on in wonderment as she passed a Beta grade Level 3 targeting and information rig.
Darla walked over to her and said, “You’re in heaven I can see.”
This comment from someone brought her out of the trance, “Was. I was in heaven. Now I am back in reality. Now I want to know what the armour at the back of the room is.” She headed off in the direction of the armour. Darla was as intrigued as it looked like street armour most of the cops wore when in tactical alerts.
When she arrived at where the armour was stored, like everything else it was labelled ‘Black Light Street Assault Armour’, “Fuck me, black light!”
“What is black light?” asked Darla.
“The rumours on BlackNet concerning what Black Light is, is it’s a coating that allows the wearer to literatly disappear from all artificial methods of viewing, including thermoptic.,” she replied.
“Fuck me. Where’s the letter I got when I was told about my inheritance,” said Darla, and she started to check her pockets. “I remember where it is now,” and she disappeared up the corridor leading to the living room.
Sandra wandered over carrying what looked like an MA240. “What’s that hun, an MA240?” she asked.
“No, MA260 Pulse rifle with under slung 30mm grenade launcher. Pump Action with 4 grenades.”
“Giv’me,” she said.
“Yeah no problem, there’s another 5 on the assault weapon racks. What’s the armour?” asked Sandra.
“It says black light, but I always thought black light was still in the very early R&D stages,” she responded.
Darla returned carrying the letter. “Hi Sandra,” said Darla. “Do you want me to read it, it’s in my dad’s handwriting?”
“Please,” she responded.
Darla started to read the letter, only when she came to the section on Academy Battle store, did she stop her, “Academy Battle Store?”
“Yeah, that’s what it says here,” responded Darla.
“Then that would explain a lot of the Academy technology on the shelves and would probably mean we have 25 what look like complete suits of Black Light armour.”
“What the hell is black light armour?” asked Sandra getting slightly annoyed.
“From the rumours on the Black Net Tech Forums, you literaty disappear under artifical vision means including both thermo, only the naked eye could spot you in black light. As it is a full suit of armour camouflage rules do apply.”
Sandra smiled at this. “Oh yes, the guys where heading up to the veranda, for a firing line, do you wish to join us,”
“Hell yeah,” both Darla and she said.
“I have one question, what is a pulse rifle?” asked Sandra.
“A pulse rifle it’s another sort of assault rifle except it works with electrical current rather than a firing pin. When you depress the trigger it causes an electrical signal to come into contact with the binary ammo the 260 normally uses, but like the 240 it’s a multi-weapon, it has the adaptation to take, normal rounds, and also has barrels and block assemblages for ISW, Sniper, Assault rifle and carbine variants.”
“Bloody hell, so how does it work?”
“The way you pull the trigger, the speed, hardness determine how many bullets fire, the selector on the side, has three settings, off, pulse, and full auto modes.
Sandra led them to the weapon shelves, Nibs picked up an Echo MA260 and two magazines. Darla grabbed The Academy ISW and a box of ammo for it, and followed Sandra up the corridor and out towards the veranda.
Stood on the Veranda was the rest of the guys including, Angel and Damieel.
Gary said, “Would the mistress of the house mind being firing line officer?”
As Darla took up her position the rest of the guys fell into the line. Each member carrying a different weapon, Abs was carrying an Echo 27 .55Cal Assault Sniper Rifle, Tina was carrying a modified Coltanar 85 Squad Assault Weapon, Gary was holding a Zonal Firearms DX-2 Assault shotgun, Paul was readying an BT Military Weapons and ammo M40 pulse rifle, Damieel was carrying an HK23 Assault Carbine and Angel was using a Echo Assault Weapons Close assault shotgun.
“Certainly. Why thank you Gary,” Darla responded, and then shouted, "Team, Weapons ready." She then paused slightly as everyone ready the weapons, "At the open sky in front take aim," another pause. The last command she issued was, "Firing line, ROCK AND ROOOOLLLLL." On this command the entire line just pulled the triggers and the combined sound was deafening but the smiles said it all. After a few seconds of firing the line stopped and everyone just laughed out loud.
As everyone quietened down after laughing, Nibs lifted the 260 to her hips, her thumb selected the full auto-mode, she then pulled the trigger plate and a few seconds later the 260 magazine was empty. Sandra who was stood next to Nibs, lifted her 260 and pulsed fired until the 100 rounds the 260 carried for each barrel was empty.
Angel was looking out into the area of space her shotgun was firing into, Nibs looked at her and Angel looked like a devil. Angel was muttering something under her breath, she caught a bit of it, “So Chit-tar negotiate with the worst evil,” then the laughter of Gary as he emptied his shotgun.
Tina down the end of the line hadn’t released the trigger on her Coltanar since the order to open fire was given. The end of the barrel was glowing a dull orange as the two hundred round box magazine was exhausted and it stopped firing. Tina shouted at the top of her lungs, “MY FRIENDS WE ARE GODS IN THE WORLD OF GANGS.
“LET ALL WHO FACE US FACE US FEAR US,” shouted Abs as she fired the last round in her twenty round magazine.
“LET THE CORPORATE WORLD FEAR US,” Nibs said.
“AS WE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,” said Darla to finish.
When everyone had calmed down after the high, she said with an evil glint in her eyes and a devil’s smile on her lips, “With this tech I say let’s put it to use. What type of workshop is it in the garage, Darla?” she asked
“I think it’s a general, but it has all the necessary gear for a basic electronics and micro electronics lab I think.”
The guys then walked in to the main house and sat on the seating.
“At last someone with a microelectronics lab,” she said when everyone had sat down.
“Why hun?” asked Sandra.
“I’ve been wanting to modify the communication system, to use all the channels, rather than just one.”
“You talking about the radios?” asked Tina.
“Yeah, I’m talking about improving them,” she responded.
“How?” asked Tina.
“The garage has an electronic and Darla thinks a micro electronics workshop.”
“Hell yeah,” said Tina said and moved closer to her to discuss the options for modifying the Communication System.
“If it is a micro electronics then I can add chips to the circuit board to allow voice activation and control,” she said.
“How, you need to be able to write ROM chips for that,” said Tina.
“I know you do, my tablet has a program that from what I can see does exactly that, and included was the software for exactly what we need a complete voice control system for communicator, down to person to person scrambled voice and data.”
“Oh, nice. Yeah exactly what we need, I also saw micro cameras that transmit live images back to a central control centre and at least four stationary communication systems, with secure scrambled digital and I think one had laser comm. options as well,” said Tina who smiled.
She noticed that she had a glazed expression about her eyes.
Angel and Damieel stood up and asked everyone, “Drinks?”
Most of the group nodded, ‘yes’ answers.
“I would love to know where Darla and her family got this stuff from,” said Tina.
“It’s an Academy battle store,” she responded.
“You say that like I should know what it means, remember you’ve been ghosting for a lot longer than I have.”
“True, ok. The talk on the forum boards is that the Academy is a training, research and design centre for the Street Ghost world, it trains elite ghosts. It also researches technology for the Street Ghost world to use to stay alive and to complete their missions. Some reports say that Echo Technologies set the academy over 60 years ago to counter the growing threat of Sec Com. a similar style of place but it trains people to work in the field of corporate security and similar. Sec Com relay on state of the art cybernetics and brainwashing, Academy people rely on technology and the intuitiveness of the humans.
“Have you looked in the equipment shelves, a lot of it is Academy technology. Most of the weapons look Echo Tech or Sister Company related.”
*****
In other conversations. Sandra said to Paul, “All this technology and no way of getting it back to the city or Homebase?”
“Yes they is,” said Darla, “I’ll get my family’s lawyer to purchase a couple of vans and we then go and pick them up from the city, and gather up the stuff we need from the city and bring it here and build our selves some combat vans,”
“Yeah, we could, but it would mean a lot of hard work for us, especially me as I am the only person here who can weld,” said Abs.
“Yeah true, but I wasn’t thinking of keeping it to ourselves, Misty and her crew should be allowed to use the gear as well, they are as much a part of this raid on Narizzan as we are,” said Darla, “and I know Misty can weld, and I think probably one more person could do it as well.”
Angel and Damieel stood and asked, “Drinks?”
Most of the group sat with them nodded their heads. Paul said, “Yeah thanks.”
“Ok, and did I hear you right you have a complete workshop and garage here as well,” said Abs.
“Yeah, it’s a good ten foot clearance and there is a large canopy box under the kitchen windows that extends out in front of the doors.”
“And the angle and extend of the eves help a lot in keeping the rain off workers. Side walls?”
“Don’t know,” responded Darla.
Nibs and Tina both got up and said to Darla, “Is the garage open?”
“I think so. I’ve not checked it,”
“Thanks,” they both said and disappeared towards the front door.
Abs moved to follow the two saying as she went, “I think I’ll join you two, hang on.”
Nibs, Abs and Tina headed out of the front door and tried the Garage doors, which opened, revealing a large expanse of work space the layout followed the rough layout of the kitchen and living room, with the area under the living room down a few steps as the floor was a good four feet lower than outside ground surface. Abs looked in and saw a mechanics heaven, all the tools she would need to customize bikes and other vehicles to specific specifications.
She saw that and what was beyond, down eight steps was the rest of the workshop, top end computers across the board, two digital projectors one facing the east and the other facing the north wall, around the edges and beneath the window, that almost ran the length of the south wall, was high tech analytical and scientific equipment, microchip creation equipment, peel and reseal equipment for making and modifying printed circuit boards, an Scanning Electron Microscope and numerous other pieces of scientific equipment. The three long science room style desks in the middle sat on glass screened cupboards containing beakers, flasks, and other equipment and supplies for chemistry and related physical sciences.
“I’m in heaven,” said Tina, “I never thought I would be able to have access to this type of scientific equipment.”
“What?” she said.
“During my years at school north of the river, I found that I really excelled at chemistry, and biology. I had the distinction of being the youngest pupil to have complete 100% access to the science labs, after school, by year 8. Give me a chemical formula and I’ll be able to work out how to make it safely,” said Tina in reply.
On the east wall at the corner nearest the windows was a door, she opened it and wandered up the passageway as it went up, it levelled out at about where she thought the living room floor was. She operated the door handle and the door opened inwards and was located next to the door leading to the basement.
“What the hell, where did you come from hun,” Sandra said when she had walked through a door that hadn’t been there 10 seconds before.
“The garage and workshops, we have a complete science, electronics, microelectronics and a complete mechanic’s workshops, and all the technology is top of the range stuff if not some experimental as well.”
“Hell, oh man. We where just talking about how can this equipment be used to help us in our ghost and gang operations,” said Gary.
“I would say we need some specialist large van sized transport or transports, the gear and supplies to modify said vehicles, and the man power to actually complete the work,” she said.
The twins walked back from the kitchen carrying a couple of trays on which was cups containing each member favourite drinks.
“Right I think Nibs has just answered the question,” responded Gary.
“What types of van you thinking about Nibs?” asked Darla.
“Three maybe four non descript long wheel base high topped transit style vans really, nothing that fancy,” Nibs said.
“Ok assuming we can get them how do we get them here and remember I’ve got the first playoff game on the Savraday and we did say we would help at that festival from the Moroth,”
“The vans won’t be to hard to get as I saw a second hand car place in town selling what we wanted or we can buy then in the city for cheaper but then getting them here is hard,” said Paul.
“No it ain’t I’m about to ring Misty and her group and invite them here, I think we should start to work out the raid proper and not just sit around chatting about it,” said Darla.
She picked up her cup and took a mouthful of the Spiced Chai Latte and smiled at the Twins who just smile back happy as every it seemed.
“And I’ve got to go back anyway, I need my tablet, it’s got a program I need here to upgrade our communication system,” she said, “So get the vans I’ll head back to the city tomorrow morning with a list of things we need to get, and meet Misty and her group and then convoy back with the vans.”
Both Abs and Tina appeared in from the concealed door, and came over and sat down and started to design the combat vans with everyone else.
By the end of the evening three vans had been designed and a list of the things had been gotten ready. Gary had left for the practice at about 4ish and would drive one of the vans back tomorrow. Darla had rung her lawyer who had gone out that afternoon and purchased three vans. He then had them all moved by the dealers to a specific car park to await collection in the morning. He also ordered the rest of the materials that would be used to construct the vans. It was all due to be collected from the various fabricators.
Nibs said her good nights at about 11ish as she was feeling tired and would be doing a lot of driving the next day.
*****
Chapter 18 — The Vans and Tech.
The next morning at about 7ish, Nibs’ PDU alarm went off, which woke her. She lent over and took the blunt she made the previous night, which was laying in the ashtray on the bed side table and lit it. She took a couple of takes from it, then got up and headed to the bathroom to wash, shave and do a basic makeup job, as she really don’t need much on. As for most of the day she was going to be either driving from metal fabricator to metal fabricator, or electronics shop to electronics shop.
About 07.30ish she walked back to her bedroom and put on her leather trousers and a t-shirt style top. She then headed for the basement where she went straight to were the black light armour was and took one of the cases, she opened it and checked the contents, which included one outer garment and all 93 ceramic plates. She then headed for the kitchen where she grabbed some bread and put it into the toaster and whilst it toasted she was waiting for the kettle to boil so she could get an instant coffee rather than messing around with the peculator. ‘Sandra must have had a good night as I didn’t hear her come to bed after I went to sleep,’ she thought.
She typed a quick text message, giving her ETAs at places, to Misty and sent it. About five minutes later a reply was received from Misty, saying she had received it and would meet Nibs at her second stop which was where the vans were parked.
Nibs left the house at about 7.45BN and headed for Forest Scope to refuel before heading towards Suraban.
*****
By about 09.15BN she had arrived at Homebase. She walked up the steps of the house and opened the front door, she saw a couple of items on the floor, one was the electric bill, which Nibs put on the side for dealing with when they got back. The other letter had a handwritten envelope and was addressed to the Bitch Vixens, Gangrel unit, and then the address of Homebase. She slipped it into the pocket on the side of the Rucksack she grabbed from her room she then switched off the laptop and tablet. When they had finished switching them selves off she slid them into their protective bags and then into the rucksack, she also grabbed a couple of the DD disks to back some things up to. She also dug out of her other rucksack her Digital Memory Player, where she kept 120hours of her favorite music tracks and 40hours of her favorite music videos. When she had gathered all the things she needed she unclipped the box from the passenger’s seat and took it inside the house. She removed her clothes and wiggled into the black light outer garment and then by a process of elimination, and the fact the plates just didn’t slide into any other slot. She inserted the correct ceramic plate into each pocket. Each time she closed the top of the pocket it seamed to melt into the armour material itself. When she had finished the time was 09.40BN she had to leave then or else she may miss the guy with the keys. When she got up and put her trousers, top and jacket back on it felt as it she wasn’t wearing an under layer.
Her next stop was the car-park near Misty’s where the lawyer said he would meet her. He was going to be there at 10ish. It was almost 09.40BN which gave her about 20 minutes to get there. She thought CW9, then off at junction 15, it was an easier route, bar any police holdups, otherwise it was off at 17.
As she was driving herself to the car park she realized what she had been feeling the plates must be nano technology bloody advanced nano technology. Nibs knew, ‘Nano technology is still in its infantice. It meant that all the rumour she had heard about the academy being 25 to 30years more advanced than the rest of the planet, was probably true.’
*****
When she arrived at the car park it was 09.58BN she saw Misty and the girls waiting a little distance away from where the three vans were parked. When she arrived she saw the lawyer standing beside the blue transit and slowly drove towards him. As she approached, the gent stood up and walked towards her. She stopped and climbed off, undoing her jacket so he could see her pistol and then made sure her hands where obvious to him.
When the gent was close enough he asked, “Nibola Calton?”
“Yes that’s me,” she responded.
“Can you tell me were Ms Darla Graham is please?” he asked
“She is currently staying at her late family’s forest retreat in the Low Back Foothills,” she replied.
“Thank you, and may I say you know the Street Ghost world I respect your actions this day, here are the keys for the three vans, I shall leave you to them and hope that my company is able to conduct business for you at some time in the future.” He said and handed over three sets of keys and a business card, which read, Grayson Lawyers Ltd.
He then just walked off in the direction of a car which was stood beside the exit, she then took out her PDU and rang Misty on it, saying when it connected, “Hi, its Nibs, I have the keys.” She then disconnected the phone and waited for the group to arrive.
A couple of minutes later three bikes were heard approaching from the other end of the car-park. When the bikes had arrived all five girls got off and wandered towards her.
Grezt asked her, “Where’s Gary?”
“Don’t know this is the only timed appointment we have today.”
After about fifteen minutes Gary turned up. When he had climbed off he said, “Hi, sorry for being late the traffic over the West Docks Arch Bridge was at a stand still.”
“Ok let’s get moving then, I’ve got everything we need from home base in the rucksack and case.” Nibs handed out the three sets of keys to Gary, Bee and Rachel, everyone helped load Gary’s bike into the back of the blue van. When it was in and secured. Misty, Grezt, Angelique and her led the three vans down the 6 floors to the ground floor. The first stop for the group was one of the two steel fabricators.
*****
The pickup from both the steel fabricators went like clockwork. Each one had all the things that had been asked for, the steel plates, round bar, the square bar, and the materials and supplies for the Oxy torch and welder ready to be loaded into the back of the vans. The electronics shops were also very helpful, both of them had prepared the orders before they had even turned up and the one of the shop staff even helped Gary and Nibs load the purchases into the van.
The next stop was to drop off Gary’s bike at home as later on in the week getting the vans back from Darla’s would be a problem if Gary had his bike up there as well. Nibs had already agreed to lend Gary her bike for the match on Savraday.
*****
Gary and her met up with the rest of the group at the truck stop where everyone filled their fuel tanks, and headed off in the direction of the Low Back mountains.
Gary said over the communication system, “If you girls want to get on and speed up, I don’t think Grezt or Bee really mind, do you?”
“No,” both of them replied.
“Ok,” thanks Gary, and four bikes accelerated away from the vans, Gary continued when the bikes had gone, “It will take a couple of hours at this speed, but who cares.” He lent over and dug his Digital Storage pen out and plugged it into the radio and switched it on. When the music started the journey didn’t bother him.
*****
When the vans arrived at the house, Abs, Tina and she were all waiting for the three vans to arrive so they could unload the electronics and supplies straight into the workshops. Misty and the rest of the girls were in the living room chatting and planning the raid and finialising the plans for the vans.
When Grezt had parked up and climbed out she headed into the house to say hi to everyone, also to get a drink. Bee went straight into the workshops and started to help unload the supplies. She also made sure everything was tidy and had a home found. They also started to make an inventory of all the items in the garage and the stuff they had brought. Sandra and Tina had moved some of the more useful tools from the armoury into the labs for easy access, and also testing the systems.
About 6ish, that evening, everything was away and everyone gathered on the Veranda where Misty and Darla cooked an excellent barbeque.
*****
On Torbar Nibs woke up early and decided to take a walk along the cliff edge.
She walked near the cliff edge until the forest thinned and opened into the small clearing which looked out over the tops of the trees in the valley that stretched from inside the mountains to as far as the eye could see. She looked around and saw the fire pit and log and walked to the log to sit down and look out over the scene. She looked out south, her eyes scanned the many mountains that where visible, most had a covering of forest until at least half way up their sides, some had the last vestiges of snow from last winter’s big freeze, this area had. Very soon she heard a twig crack and then the rustle of leaves and the word, “Damn.”
“Is that you hun?” she called out.
“It is babe,” came reply closely followed by Sandra. “I was trying to sneak up on you and surprise you.”
She just smiled and when Sandra was beside her, cuddled her. She whispered in her ear, “I will always find you Sandra, if you disappeared or where kidnapped, I would move heaven and hell to find you and rescue you. You know that don’t you.”
“Yes I do and I would do the same for you if the tables where turned.”
They both smiled and when their mouths met, she stroked her tongue along the lips of Sandra who’s mouth opened and their tongues played hide and sneak between each other’s mouths. When they broke they both just sat and looked out of the clearing.
“What are your plans for the day babe?” asked Sandra.
“The next few days working on the comm. system, assuming I have everything I need, it should take me about an hour to write 6 chips, and then another hour to fix and coat them.”
“I know Abs is going to need a lot of help today, with the modifications for the vans. Do you know what she is planning?”
“Yeah I do. You were there too?
“I know,” replied Sandra, “but things like what’s needed and the planning went well over my head.”
“Ok. Here’s the basic plan for the vehicles, the blue van is going to be where we keep a lot of the fire power and the mobile command base which is going to live at home base. The white one is going to be an equipment and ammunition store, and live with Misty and her group. The red one is a second command vehicle and general office. Both the command vehicles are going to have at least two stations in the back and one in the front, with the front having as much access as can be provided by the limited space. I think Abs is planning on getting as much done before the weekend and then finishing the work either during or after the festival has finished.”
“Ok, let’s go then,” said Sandra as she stood up and turned and offered Nibs, her hand to help her up.
“Thank you darling,” Nibs said with a hint of a mockery of an upper class voice.
“Har har,” said Sandra, and the two of them walked back hand in hand, when they got to the house they found Tina already up and just walking down the front steps. On the way back Nibs had picked up a nice branch which she would use to make a door stop for the workshop door.
“Hi you two,” said Tina as she passed them.
“Hi Tina,” she said and started up the steps towards the house. When they got inside they both turned and headed for the kitchen to either get or to make a coffee. “It looks like Tina got here first,” she said when she saw the peculator was about two thirds full.
“So I guess your heading to the workshop now?” asked Sandra.
“No, I’m on holiday, and I intend to enjoy it as well as working, plus the work I’m doing ain’t that hard and I have the program and coding for the chip already written.”
After collecting their coffees, they headed for the veranda, where Bee and Angelique where sitting.
After stepping from the house, Bee turned around and said, “Hi you two.”
“Hi Bee, Angelique,” said Sandra.
Bee had an MA260 propped up against her chair and Angelique had an HK29 Assault rifle hung from the back of her chair. Angelique turned and asked, “Where’s your weapons?”
“Right here,” she said pointing to Bee and hers. “Think about it do we need to carry anything more than a pistol when some of the people here are carrying assault weapons. Should anything start we will have enough time to get to the basement and get ours, and surprise the arse holes when they get double the level of firepower suddenly.”
“True,” said Bee.
“I guess your heading into lab today then Nibs?” said Angelique.
“Yeah, in a bit, I will be heading that way,” she replied, and unsheathed her knife and started to whittle down the branch she had found.
“What’s that for?” asked Bee.
“A door stop for the door to the labs,” she replied.
“Good idea, it needs it,” said Angelique.
Bee got up and picked up her MA260 and said to the three, “I’m heading for the workshop to start on the cupboards for the C and C vehicle. I hope Abs is up soon as I need to know the specifications for the boxes.” Bee then disappeared into the main house.
The three of them just sat on the veranda for a while soaking in the sun. When she had finished the door stop she got up and said, “Chat to you two later.”
When she was inside she headed to the left hand side and starting beside the armoury door she tapped the entire wall so she could locate the door. She then found the concealed handle that opened it, and opened the door, she then stuck the door stop in place to hold the door open. She then walked down into the lab and workshop and found that two of the base-station units had been set up on the side ready to test the communication system. Tina was sat at the computer calibrating the Digital signal so the teams Communication system could pick up the base-station signals.
“Arh, Nibs, can you help here, I’m trying to calibrate the base station to our communication system. The communication control boxes won’t accept the digital signal.”
“Right, ever thought it may be the communication control boxes that aren’t calibrated correctly to the base station,” she responded.
“No I hadn’t thought of that.” Tina then pushed herself along to where the test communication system was set up and inserted a small screwdriver, she took from her pouch, into the calibration hole. She turned it a quarter turn and heard the test signal from the base unit. “Got the test signal now.”
“Right, time for the real test,” she said, and placed the microphone system in place and said, “Hi Tina.”
“Heard that Nibs,” responded Tina when she heard Nibs’ voice over the ear piece she was wearing. “Good, Now I know it’s the communication control boxes.”
She laughed and walked over to her rucksack and took out the Tablet computer and base station, placed it on the central bench nearest the PCB circuit writer and plugged in the power. She then booted it up and ran her copy of High TuCoder. She then loaded the Chip writer program and then spent the next couple of hours checking the code and the data files, after reading through the code she was happy with it and hit the run key. The High TuCoder compiler ran, compiled the program which then ran and compiled the data files. It asked to have the cable that would connect the chip writer to the computer inserted, which she did and wrote one chip using her voice pattern files from one of the dictation programs she used.
When the code had been written Nibs unplugged the chip writer and took the chip to one of the spare communication systems and opened it. Inside she saw that when Tina had designed the system. She had thought about upgrades and had installed a blank chip holder on to the circuit board. She inserted the chip and switched it on. As a part of the test code on the chip it had been programmed to respond to the primary voice by saying hi. Nibs spoke into the microphone and listened to the response over the speaker she had plugged in, she heard the word hi emitted from the speaker, and when she heard that she smiled as phase one had worked, now to sort out the command codes. She booted up the nearest computer hoping there would be an inventory of the supplies in the lab.
Abs walked through and headed for the workshop.
“Morning Abs,” she said as she passed.
“Oh, morning Nibs, sorry, miles away,” responded Abs with a start.
“Yeah I guessed.”
The computers had not only an inventory but also had some advanced programs and projects stored on them. The archive that caught her eye was called CommandProcessorCoding. ExecuatableDataFile, she doubled clicked the file which brought up a list of the other files stored in the archive. She then hit the extraction button and extracted the archive to the computer. When it was finished she took a look at the data file coding and realised that the files had the ability to learn what each command meant and what it should do. Nibs thought, ‘Putting this coding on to the ROM chips to activate the system and the coding onto the Processor it should mean that we have total control of the system. The question isn’t whether or not it works, it’s whether or not the programs are compatible with our system.’
Nibs spent the next three hours going through the coding and the comments.
By the end of the three hours Nibs thought, ‘Who ever wrote this knew what they were doing, and they’ve also followed the best practice in the commenting of the program.’
*****
As Abs walked into the workshop, she saw Bee had cut three of the sheets of 5mm steel into lengths indicated by Abs on the rough plans they had made the previous day. Outside under the awing was the Blue van. Inside was Grezt, who was removing the wooden paneling inside the Blue Van so they could insulate and armour it from small arms at least. She picked up a tool belt and checked the power charge of the cordless items, they were all pretty much had a full charge. She then walked out to the blue transit and looked inside and saw Grezt just getting the last piece of paneling off its support brackets. She looked around the inside and saw that Grezt had also removed the brackets by using an angle grinder. The area around each was smooth as she had smoothed the surface. She took the panel out when Grezt had passed it to her. As she moved away Grezt turned and picked up the angle grinder and pulled the trigger. She then went to place it against the first of the eight brackets. She carried it and laid it up against the side of the house, where the rest of the panels were. When the last of the brackets had been removed Grezt exited the van and said, “Hi Abs how’s you this morning?”
“Not to bad thanks. How’s you?” she asked.
“Not to bad thanks.”
Both of them walked to where the 8mm armoured steel was stacked. Grezt asked, “How are we going to armour the van?”
“That I’m still working out, I thought that we could heat the sheet with the oxy torch and then mould the sheet to the van’s walls.”
“We could, but I was thinking cutting the sheets to fit the areas and the weld it to the van walls and to the next piece in the chain,” Grezt suggested.
“Now that is a good idea, as it will allow the injection of the insulation to be done and allow it to dry and solidify completely,” Abs responded, “and as it solidifies it will expand to fill the gaps and expand through any gaps we miss when welding the plates in place.”
“True,” Grezt responded and grabbed the first sheet of armoured Steel and carried it to the work bench and using g-clamps made sure it was fixed down. Grezt when went to the van and measured the panels inside and wrote the dimensions down. When she had all the dimensions she grabbed her cordless angle grinder and walked over to the work bench. She then drew the shapes of the panels on to the sheet and used the grinder to cut a basic oblong shape and took it and fitted it up to the inside, she then drew the shape of the corners on to the panel so it would sit flush with the structured framework.
“What about the actual frame work?” asked Bee.
“We’ll have to cut into the frame work and weld it back when the armoured steel has been welded into place.” Abs replied.
The pair then turned and walked back into the workshop where they started to work on the metal cupboards for the weapons. She cut the 5mm sheet into the necessary shapes and then she dragged the second welder over and spot welded each of the pieces together, when she was finished she and Bee carried it to the van and slotted it in so it was located over the rear wheel arch. Bee then bent over the top and marked the actual metal with the shape of the wheel arch. They then carried it back out and cut the hole for the wheel arch out. Abs then cut some new pieces of metal so to fill in the hole and sealing the box.
Around mid-afternoon, the rest of the guys wandered in and asked if there was anything they could do to help, Abs had a load of jobs ready of them to do. Sandra walked into the tech lab rather than the workshop and asked Nibs the same question.
”Of course they is, can you go to the armoury and collect all the technology that you think would be useful to us when on operation,” she said.
“Anything specific?”
“No, just use your common sense,” she responded.
Over the next few days everyone was involved in modifying the vehicles and technology.
*****
On Frodar evening during the wind down. Gary got up and said, “Right guys I’m going to say bye and see you lot on Moroth at the festival.”
“Oh right you heading back now then,” said Misty.
“Yeah, I have a playoff game I’m playing in tomorrow evening,” said Gary.
“Bye then, see you on Moroth then,” everyone said.
*****
About 10ish in the evening Sandra, Nibs, Paul, Abs and Tina wandered out onto the veranda and sat under the stars looking up and out into the universe above. Sandra said, quite out of the blue, “I wonder what it is like out there, in the universe I mean?”
“A very philosophical question for you hun, that,” responded Nibs.
“I know, sometimes I do think about things that interest me, I would love to know what KRX is mining on the second moon, and what Echo Tech Inc is doing on the three orbital platforms they have in operation orbiting the planet,” Sandra said.
“Those things aren’t easy to find out,” said Tina.
As the conversation was happening she continued to look up at the stars wondering what was out there, beyond the second moon and the close orbit. She had heard some people say that the galaxy was over 4.5 million light years across, but others had said that the galaxy was only the system Darra Von was in.
“Yeah, well, who cares, as I have all my closest friends along away from everyone else, I was thinking who’s up for a little hunting trip?” Sandra asked.
“Yeah,” said Abs, “Me. I need a break, 95% of the work is done just the little things like putting the panels back and such, and the vans are pretty much finished.”
“I have definitely finished the work on the communication system and it works like a dream,” said Nibs who grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
She looked at her and saw her looking out over the forest and mountains, smiling. Her entire face was one of pure happiness.
“Oh yeah, what you done to the system?” asked Abs.
“The system had four channels I’ve taken the three spare ones and made one a private channel or a general announcement channel, the other two either transmit a data stream from any technology we carry or they can be extra communication channels. I’ve also added a complete voice activation and control system to it along with a carrier signal transmission, that allows the others to know who’s on and receiving.”
“Voice activation?” asked Abs sounding surprised.
Tina replied, “The system requires that everyone has their own communication. box as it requires a known voice to control it, but lets say you, Abs, wanted to chat to me on a private matter, you would say communicate Tina end, and the communication control box would open a private channel between you and me.”
“Arh, I get you now, so if I want to chat to say Nibs, Sandra and you, I would say Communicate Nibs end,” responded Abs.
She looked over to where Paul was sitting and saw he was happy, very happy.
“No,” Nibs said, “I’ll brief everyone on Moroth at the festival but the end command finished the command, using your example you would say communicate Nibs, Tina, Sandra end and that would open the channel to the three of us and also open the return channel, the carrier signal carries a lot of information in it.”
“What about the data channels though?” Abs asked, “Sorry for all these questions.”
She looked at her other two friends and saw the same happiness as she did in her love Sandra.
“Don’t be, it lets me and Tina know what the group will want to hear when we are giving the briefing. The data channels, one is dedicated to live video feed, all the black light armours have fittings for a small high definition camera. Each suit has two cases one is the armour and the other is the technology options available, which include an external Smart scope HUU, Thermo and UV image intensifiers, targeting scope, full band radio communication package.”
“Why ain’t we using those instead of ours,” asked Abs looking very surprised.
“Position Locators, all of them have a position locator inbuilt and until I know for sure who’s receiving the data I’m not willing to use them, it compromises our independence to have someone outside the group knowing where we are.”
“Put it that way, I do agree with you.”
“Everything else is hard wired into the suit via the head block, the helmet has all these functions as well, but I know for a fact I hate wearing a helmet, I do cause I have to. Over the last couple of days I’ve become accustomed to hearing the world and nature, rather than the city, and wearing a helmet puts a physical barrier between me and the world,” Nibs said.
“The hunting trip tomorrow what shall we do, use the bikes or go on foot?” asked Sandra.
“I say lets go exploring, there’s hundreds of footpaths some signposted some not, out there, lets go exploring, my PDU has a Position Lock system in built and it records each lock automatically.”
“There you go the perfect guide. What’s the resoltition Nibs?”
“A couple of meters I think, it isn’t much more, I spent a lot on the PDU and made sure its had all the upgrades and I keep the software updated automatically. A new update comes online, I get it.”
“I’ve done some exploring over the last couple of days; the hut just up the way has ten mountain bikes in, unused,” said Sandra, “And I’m betting you won’t be able to buy these for love nor money.”
“Yeah, somewhat,” she said sounding interested in the fact.
“And we all wear full Black Light, as I think we’d better get used to it, as I think we will be wearing it a lot over the next few weeks.”
“Yeah more than likely,” said Tina, “Well if we are going bike-hunting then I think we all should get some sleep.”
“I agree Tina,” said Abs and got up with Tina.
“We’ll come in a bit,” Nibs said.
“Ok, not too long though,” said Tina.
“Ok,” Nibs said and along with Sandra went back to looking out into the night’s sky. She wondered, ‘what was out there, no one could tell anyone what lay beyond our own control, but it’s the pull of the unknown that makes it more exciting and special if you find something amazing.’ About ten minutes later both Sandra and Nibs got up and went inside.
Chapter 19 — The Hunting trip
07:00BN Savraday
Nibs and Sandra woke as Nibs’ PDU played ‘Lost Death Mark’ by The Fallen Raven. She lifted herself to her elbows and kissed her partner, Sandra, on the forehead saying, “I love you hun.”
“The feeling is returned,” replied Sandra and swung her legs out of the bed. She then reached for her Cambar cigarette and lit it.
She then joined Sandra in taking her Cambar cigarette and lighting it as well. She then swung her legs out and after taking a draw on it, she grabbed her bath robe and put it on. After this was on she picked up her boots and PDU, which went into her Gangrel pouch. She carried that and waited for Sandra to join her.
Sandra quickly joined her as they headed for the armoury. As she passed the door for Abs and Tina she knocked on it and opened the door. She saw Tina’s head lift and smile. She did the same for Paul’s room. The pair continued for the Armoury and first headed for the kitchen and switching the coffee perculator on.
When that was on they headed for the armoury and when they had arrived she took four sets of two cases out and passed each one to Sandra. Who put then in piles of two. When three sets were out she grabbed the last two and made sure they had her name on them. Sandra looked at her strangley when she did.
“I wore this when I went to get the vans and I think it’s better that we each have out own separate suite rather than changing suits,” Nibs said as Tina, Abs and Paul appeared. “Good a quick briefing on what I’ve found out from wearing a suit earlier this week. The wet-suit garment has 93 pockets in and will only accept the correct piece, no other piece will slot into that pocket. Also label your cases, I’m not sure but I don’t think my suit is the same size as it was when I took it out the first time. Also you can’t wear anything that impedes body heat, hence me not wearing my forms.”
The three girls, and Paul along with Nibs all opened their cases after writing their names with a permant marker. From inside the case they all took the outer garment and untied their dressing gowns and slipped their legs into the trouser section of the suit.
Abs was the first to have pulled the top over her head and tucked in the overlap. She picked up one of the larger plates and tried it in the right breast pocket it and when it didn’t slide in she turned and looked at Nibs.
Nibs looked back at her and said, “Remember what I said about pieces only going into specific pockets, it’s a process of elimination more than anything.”
She nodded as she remembered what Nibs had said earlier and then tried it in the other pocket and found it slid in straight away with no resistance. She then sealed the top and found that the area where the plate had been suddenly became a very vicious mix of garment and something else. “What they hell!” she exclaimed and was joined by Sandra, Tina and Paul.
“From what I was able to find out from the computers in the lab are that the plates are made from nanytes, a good forty plus years beyond anything we have now. They had an inbuilt sensor that detects fast moving incoming objects and they then lock together and form a stiff area around the site. Except this area also has a bit of give in it. The one suit on display when Darla showed us the armoury didn’t have the nanytes power source which is body heat. I’m not sure what weapon they can defend against, but I bet it’s going to be most of today’s street fire arms. I think a lot of the one’s here are advanced enough to be a threat to the wearer,” Nibs said as she slotted the last piece and picked up one of the pieces for Sandra’s back and started to help her get sorted.
When everyone was sorted she opened the tech box and was followed by everyone else, she looked at Sandra who had a little smile on her face as if she was hiding something. “What you hiding hun?” she asked.
“Oh nothing except now I become the expert. When you and the others were busy and you didn’t need me I came down here and learnt about the tech on the armour worked,” replied Sandra as she bent down and retrieved the forest pattern camouflage outer. She put it on and then wrapped her utility belt armour her waist. On to this she picked up and clipped a small box with a power charger hole and two small pipes sticking out. Into these she plugged two tubes that looked like they were sewn into the camouflage layer when she switched it on a small display appeared and the over suit shrunk to fit her body. “A primitive environmental system, which should keep you hot or cool.”
“That I’m not so sure on hun. On Moroth when I was moving the stuff around I never once felt hot, I think the nanytes deal a lot with our body overheating.”
“That’s damn useful,” said Abs as she also switched the environ box on.
She soon joined the other four, she then took down a complete light weight webbing set and opened the main rucksack and dropped a sleeping bag in and to the bottom she fixed a bed roll. Into the main section she opened and packed properly three 24hr one day food packs. The nibbles and other easy to eat items she made sure was in the outer pockets, in the main section she placed the rest of the food items, the next item was a complete survival pack. She also picked up a small first aid kit and saw Sandra had slotted the complete first aid pack in to her rucksack.
“I thought it better if one of us carries a complete first aid kit and as you just slotted the complete survival kit home and Paul, Abs and Tina are selecting equipment. I thought I would carry that.”
“Ok,” she replied and she then picked her last item a small clip which she fitted to the top of her webbing back, this she knew would carry the weapon she was going to take. The next two items from the tech case were the head rig for the HUU she knew she would take in a minute and the second small box, except this one had a coupe of data plugs as well as the recharge port. Upon close inspection she saw that it fitted nicely together with the environ box and looked as it more could be added. She then plugged in the twin cables that ran from the head rig. The last item out was the small box of tricks that slotted onto the head left hand side of the rig. She lowered the actual eye piece so it was covering her eye and it was as if she was using her two eyes to see, not just the eye uncovered. ‘I’m impressed this tech is going to make as lethal on the battle field.’ She lifted the eye piece and saw Samdra was also fitting the head rig.
After Sandra had fitted it, and the checked it worked, she moved to help her with fitting the webbing. She lifted the webbing rig so Nibs could clipped in the front fixings. Sandra then clipped the two at the back. Nibs then lifted Sandra’s and allowed her to do the same. By the time the pair had finished clipping the other pouches to their utility belts Tina and Abs had both just left heading for the aisles where the sniper rifles where kept.
When the pair were ready they headed for the aisles they wanted and walked together until the aisle with the MA260s on where Sandra turned down, except she kept going. The weapon she wanted was a combat compound bow, which if the stats of the computer were right would mean the arrows would be fired with forces close to 800lbs which with the arrows she had seen beside it, were vicious looking. She picked up the bow and checked the balance and found it needed some stabilizing, and she picked up a single short rod and fitted the to the front. The next item was a small digital scope which she fitted to the off side and made sure the connection between it and the bow was good. When that was set she picked up a quiver of arrows and she strapped that to the right hand side of her pack. She dropped the eye piece into place and saw a targeting reticle in addition to the rest of the items in her vision. The one item she collected from the end of the aisle was a two foot long machete which she slid along with it’s scabbard down the left side of her backpack.
The last job to do was to fill the water bottles. She joined Paul, Abs, Tina and Sandra, all of them looked like they were ready. Abs looked a little annoyed with something.
Abs, Tina and Paul stood and when Nibs had passed them the webbing and packs. Abs like Nibs had picked up a couple of 24hour ration packs and emptied the contents onto the floor and slotted the snacks into the right side pocket and the rest of the food items went into the main pocket. She had already placed a sleeping bag into the very bottom and roll matt to the underside. The next items both she and Tina selected were a few of the survival items that were located on the back wall.
When the three back-packs were packed Tina lifted her webbing set and she set and positioned it for comfort, she did the same for Tina and Paul. All three headed for where the sniper rifles were stored. She had an idea of she and Tina wanted. Abs went to her new rifle the Echo 27 sniper rifle. When she was in front of it she picked it up and took from the cupboard beneath the sling and attached it to the rifle. She slung it and then collected six magazines of 30 rounds and slotted them all into the front pouches. She picked up a seventh and slotted that home into the weapon replacing the one she had emptied on Sumdar on the firing line.
She looked at Tina who was holding a Z2 and smiling. Paul was carrying a Coltanar TD-7, one of the more nasty weapons Coltanar constructed. It was only 10mm but the standard rounds were fin stabilized darts.
“Tech time I think,” she said and turned heading for the shelves holding the various items of weapon technology.
Tina and Paul quickly caught her up and Tina smiled at her. They entered the aisle where Tina selected a UV x200 scope. She stopped in front of a full smart scope modification for the Echo Series of weapons. She picked one up and slotted the unit to the right hand said. She then made sure the unit was locked into place as on the side of the rifle was a small data port which married up to the data port on the smart scope. When it was locked home she dropped the HUU over her right eye and on the display was of the room. When she saw the image she thought, ‘Something is wrong?” She grabbed the handle nothing was displayed on the screen. “What the hell is wrong?” she said.
“What’s up hun?” asked Tina
“The smart scope I’ve added isn’t working.”
“Try plugging it in,” replied Tina as she pulled the short cable at her left hand side. “The armour has a wire built into each arm than runs from the contact pads in the palms to the computer. And also plug in the data cable from the HUU.”
“Good point,” she replied and took the two cables and plugged them both in. This time when she grabbed the handle on the Echo 27, on the display appeared a target ring and all the rest of the information coming from the smart scope. “This screen is a mess.” The screen in front of her right eye changed slightly when she released the pistol grip. She walked towards the exit and waited for the rest of the girls to arrive ready.
“What’s up Abs?” Nibs asked when they had gathered at the entrance way.
“The HUU screen is a mess,” replied Abs.
“There’s a switch on the side of the HUU, it controls the eye scanner. I think one blink selects double activates it,” replied Sandra.
After a few seconds Abs and the rest of the girls found the switch and shifted the various screens around.
After the group was set they all walked up the passageway where Nibs asked Sandra, “Could you fill my two water bottles whilst I collect the communication systems.”
“Ok hun,” responded Sandra and took the two water bottles.
She headed down the ramp into the lab and took four blank units and her own one. She returned to the kitchen and walked to where the water bottles were located. She gave each of the group a communications unit and then picked up her two water bottles and slid each one home into their carriers on her utility belt.
After each of the group had picked up a communication system and fitted the microphone and ear piece in place they walked towards the front door.
When everyone was out side everyone checked the range to one of the trees with the range finder built-in to the HUU and then checked the range from the smart scope.
When all of the girls were ready they walked up the ramp and filled their water bottles. When they had departed the house Nibs asked, “Shall we take the pushbikes?”
“No,” replied Tina. “Abs persuaded me that it would be more fun to foot-hunt than bike-hunt.”
“Shall we go then?” asked Abs.
“Let’s,” said Tina and Paul.
The group walked the short distance towards the forest.
“Communication-check, everyone,” she said. “One, two, three.” When everyone had confirmed they had heard her she asked, “Shall I take point?”
“Yeah no problem,” said Abs. “I don’t care who leads. I would trust all of you with my life and I think everyone else would agree.” The group nodded its approval to what Abs had said and she continued, “All I am going to say is that I like last position in a line.”
“Why did you ask, hun?” Sandra asked her.
“Just wondered if anyone wanted to go first.”
“If you want to, then lead.” She gave a little pout to her.
She smiled and turned to the rest of the group who were following. “Ten meters or visible distance, whichever is shorter? Agreed?”
“Agreed. That’s a good operational distance,” said Tina.
Nibs turned and started onto the track through the edge of the forest. The track took them on a North-Easterly route away from the house. As soon as she had entered the forest, she took out her PDU and took a position lock and saved the coordinates. Nibs could see ahead that the forest was getting darker and more dense. Light still got to the ground but it was considerably less than at the edge.
“You know guys, this technology is going to make us one of the most deadly units the Gangrels have on the rosters,” said Sandra.
She then moved out slowly, looking around. After travelling ten metres, Sandra followed looking around for animals.
After a couple of hours of following dead tracks. Sandra saw an Elk and dropped to the kneeling position and brought the rifle to her shoulder and prepared to fire.
“Ulit, 400, 10 o’clock.” Sandra spoke over the communication system so she wouldn’t scare any other animals in the area.
“Your spot, your kill, Sandra,” said Abs.
Sandra knew that the other two thought the same.
Nibs readied her bow as Sandra had said ‘Elk 400’ so that it aimed left so that should the shot not be fatal, the elk was likely to move to the left and get nailed by an arrow. She doubted the arrow was really necessary, but the chance was there that Sandra missed or the animal moved suddenly it would be dead.
“Ok,” Sandra responded as she breathed slowly and in a controlled fashion. She squeezed the slack out of the trigger. Sandra paused to ready her breathing, released the safety catch and started to squeeze the trigger. The chemicals in the binary round exploded the bullet down the barrel, then there was a muffled crack as the bullet accelerated passed the speed of sound. Just ahead of the bullet was a cloud of chemical smoke. The next sound was the quiet twang of bowstring as Nibs loosed her arrow. There was a thud as the bullet struck the skull of the ulit and the ulit dropped down dead. The arrow flew down the left side and then thudded into a tree.
“Why the arrow shot? My spot, my kill?” she asked.
“Let’s say it was insurance. It’s better to kill the animal outright than to have it die in pain because of an injury that we caused. And, if you noticed, my shot was down the left-hand side, same height. The biggest difference is my arrows expand when they hit something, making a nasty mess of the area they hit.” Nibs then grabbed one from her quiver and operated the spring action on the expanders.
“Anyway, let’s go and get your catch and package it for the trip back,” said Tina.
“Yeah let’s,” she responded and she started to walk to where the kill had dropped closely followed by Nibs and Abs.
When they arrived at the kill site, they saw the mess that Sandra’s bullet had left.
“APEX round hun.”
“Oh, nasty,” responded Abs as she looked at the mess.
They spent ten minutes gutting and preparing the animal for transport. It was hung from a lowish branch and position locked so the group could pick it up when they returned to the house.
The next few hours were uneventful. Then they approached a clearing and saw two deer grazing. Before anyone could say anything, Nibs drew an arrow and Abs dropped to a kneeling position and had readied her rifle. Nibs drew the bow string back and aimed at the closest one to the edge of the clearing. A fraction of a second later, she had released the bow string and sent the arrow on its way. Abs pulled the trigger and there was a muffled crack. The two deer slumped down dead.
“Looks like we have dinner and a campsite to boot,” said Paul.
“Yeah it looks that way,” she said.
As the group approached the clearing they could see that it had been used as camp site, a darkened area in the middle indicated were a fire had been lit there. Surrounding the area were a few logs and stones.
“I’ll get on with butchering one of the kills,” said Abs.
“Sandra, Tina, Paul and me will gather fire wood and nuts and also try to find some water,” she said.
“Water? I don’t hear any,” said Sandra.
“Just because you can’t hear it, doesn’t mean it ain’t in the area. Very few people build a fire pit without a water source nearby.”
“That’s true,” responded Abs.
Paul had already dropped his pack off and stood ready to go with her. “Tina, Sandra. You two coming to help me gather firewood and vegetables for dinner?”
“Yeah,” said Sandra, releasing the pack and jumping up. Tina did the same.
She clipped her bow to the webbing as this morning she had installed a small clip that came with the bow. It allowed for easy transport, keeping both the hands free.
“Right here begins your first lesson in survival 101,” said Nibs. “The first lesson is easy; try not to get lost and not to run out of food. It’s one of the reasons I packed three days’-worth of rations this morning. But if you do get lost then the area you are in will more than likely be able to provide enough sustenance for people to survive. Come on, what did the hunter-gathers of twenty thousand years ago live on?”
“Nuts, fruits and things,” answered Abs.
“You done this before Abs?” she asked.
“I know basic survival, my dad is a hunter and goes to the North wasteland forest to hunt from mid to late fall every year,” replied Abs.
“Ah, Ok,” she said.
“That’s one of the reasons I said I would butcher the kill for dinner.”
She smiled and walked off into the forest. “First job is to find a water source as it will provide us with water and there should be edible plants nearby. Pick anything, but eat nothing, unless Abs or I have cleared it as edible. Ok you two?”
“Yes,” said all three and followed Nibs out of the campsite and down the hill.
After walking about ten metres, she stopped and signalled for silence. After listening she continued walking and said, “Water is this way I think.” Having travelled nearly a hundred metres, the group came upon a small gully in which ran a stream. Most of the forest had patches of ground plants, but sixty to seventy metres downhill from the stream was a great mass of ground plants. She stepped over the gully and stooped and grabbed a handful of red berries from a bush and ate one. She then passed some to Tina, Sandra and Paul saying, “Jattar berries, quite juicy and sweet actually for this time of year.” The three each took one and popped it into their mouths. They smiled at the juicy and sweet taste.
“Just wander and pick what you think will be edible. You’re not going to learn if you don’t try.”
“Ok,” they both said and started to hunt around the area.
“Don’t forget the firewood.”
“Ok hun,” said Sandra said. Tina just nodded as she was engrossed in picking all the berries.
“Don’t take too many Tina. The local animals eat it as well. Here’s your second lesson; learn to live in harmony with the environment. Don’t take too much or you may cause problems to the local animal life.”
“Ok,” Tina said and stopped. She looked around and spotted a tall bush, with things hanging from the branches. “Is this edible Nibs?”
“Chuck me one,” Nibs replied when she saw what Tina was looking at. Tina picked one and threw it to Nibs who, after opening the outer case, nodded to Tina.
After thirty minutes of gathering wood, Paul, Sandra and her had armfuls. Tina had already gone back, dragging a couple of large logs to keep the fire going overnight. The three wandered back to see Tina, under Abs’ instruction, clearing the fire pit out and putting most of the burnt wood in a pile close to the pit. She bent down, took her knife and scraped one of the logs Tina had brought back. When she had a small pile of strips, she put them in the middle of the darkened area. She then took out her flint and steel from her pack and scraped a few slivers of the large block off. Using the striker strip and knife, she caused sparks to jump and these caught the silver strips and that caught the made the pile of wood strips smoulder. She took some of the small twigs she had brought back and created a pyramid around the embers. She bent close and lightly blew onto the kindling. The embers started to glow red and then small flames leapt and began to lick around the top of the pyramid. After a couple of seconds, the twigs started to smoke and then burn. She put some more slightly larger twigs around the base of the fire, then sat back and waited for the fire to catch properly.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” asked Sandra as she sat back.
“In Spinnaya and Rudeash, I know five more methods of fire lighting. I didn’t do much when I was in Suraban, but I think that was down to my depression and also the bullying.”
“Anyway, you are now teaching some willing pupils the skills you know,” said Sandra.
“And also learning new ones as well, I hope,” said Abs.
“Oh yeah I am,” she responded. The pyramid collapsed a little so she put the twigs from the base into the flames. These quickly caught and started to burn vigorously. “Well we are going to need a lot more wood, people.”
Abs said, “The meat is butchered and hung. Come on Sandra, Tina. Let’s go get the wood. Remember we will need a lot as the fire needs to be burning all night.”
“Ok,” said both the girls. Paul, Sandra and Tina followed Abs as she walked out of the camp site.
“Abs, Sandra,” she called. “Go and fill the empty water bottles.”
“Good point,” said Abs.
She walked to where the packs where and grabbed the four empty bottles. There was a thud and a rustle as a water bottle landed near her. Abs looked at it, then at her, who was smiling, “Fill mine please, I’m putting the tea on.”
“What we got tea-wise?” Abs asked
“Nature’s own Jattar Berry tea,” she replied.
“Nice. Not had that before.”
“Nice change from the normal stuff,” she responded and stirred the mixture as the fire heated it. “Can you look for some wood for a spit and stands?”
“Yeah no problem,” responded Abs and left the campsite heading for the water. The others were already hunting for good sized logs and more berries, nuts and root vegetables. Abs called to the two of them, “Come here you two, I want to show you something.”
The two of them came over and looked at what Abs was looking at. Tina asked, “What is it?”
“A natural herb garden. You’ll find garlen under that plant, brissam stems, gristh leaves there, and sarg leaves there,” Abs replied, “I think Nibs is good at making sure people are safe. I’m more of a plant finder.”
When the group walked back to the campsite they saw that she had a cup and from the cup came steam.
“Have a drink and a break for a bit, then start dinner, which is roast deer and a vegetable stew I think.”
All of the workers went and grabbed their cups from beside the fire.
“Mm, very nice.” After letting the taste settle, she continued, “just the right sweetness and tang.”
“I have to admit that too, it is a good tea,” said Paul.
“Thanks guys, I’m just happy everyone liked it.”
“We need loads more wood, you can never not have enough wood for an open fire. Whatever we don’t use will get chucked in the morning before we leave,” said Abs.
“Ok,” said Tina, Paul and Sandra. The three stood up after finishing their teas and disappeared in the search for wood.
Abs dragged a large stone out and tipped a small amount of water over the top to wash it. She then got out the herbs and then passed one piece of branch to Nibs who looked at it and nodded her approval.
Nibs got up and collected the machete from the side of her pack. She swung the machete and cut the branch where required to make the spit. She then selected two sturdy branches from the wood pile and sharpened them. She then stuck the stands into the earth, turning towards the meat she walked over to where it was hung , and selected a good size piece. She pushed the spit through it and brought it back to the fire. She laid the spit on the stands and sat back down.
Abs had put some more of the smaller branches and logs onto the fire. The flames after they caught did just touch the meat in places but they died down after a while.
She took the herbs Abs had prepared and dropped them into a mess tin with a bit of water in and started to heat the mixture whilst the two of them started to prepare the vegetables and other items for the stew.
“Nibs,” said Abs out of the blue.
“Yeah,” she responded.
“If we hadn’t asked you to join the Vixens, what would you have done?”
“Don’t know, more than likely gone to college and then more than likely gone to work for one of the corporations I suppose.”
“Not work in the freelance industry?”
“It would have depended on the offers when I was near leaving college, I know Damien would have offered me a good package for me to work for him, but as I said I don’t know, way too many variables to even start working it out.”
Nibs dropped the first batch of vegetables into the mess tin. “Catch the fat dripping. We can use it tomorrow for breakfast.”
“True,” responded Abs as she grabbed a mess tin and caught the fat as it dripped off the meat.
“Waste not,” Nibs said.
“Want not,” responded Abs with a smile, “I see we got taught by similar teachers Nibs. My father and?”
“Nimbo, from Rujuniva he was living in Spinnaya, a beautiful country of forests lakes and mountains, and a lot of ice and cold.”
“Oh, I bet.”
“But a perfect place to learn survival techniques from.”
“Very true,” said Abs.
The pair saw Tina and Paul, both were looking concerned, walking back to the campsite carrying quite a few branches. “Where’s Sandra?” asked Abs.
“We found something and Sandra is trying to locate is mother,” said Paul.
“What did she find?” Nibs asked.
“That it’s we aren’t sure, it’s small, furry and has bright blazing red eyes,” said Tina as she dropped the logs in the pile. Paul joined Tina in dropping the wood he had onto the pile, he then sat near the fire and took a mouthful of water from his bottle.
After about fifteen minutes Sandra wandered back into the campsite, a bit despondent. “I wasn’t able to find its mother, but I’ve left it near the stream.”
“Oh, what the small ball of fur,” said Paul.
“Yes.” Then the five of them heard a whine coming from down the slope. “Hell, I can’t let it die out there, it isn’t right,” exclaimed Sandra, as she got up.
Nibs very quickly followed her out of the campsite and down the slope. Laying on the ground near the stream was this grey ball of fur. She walked up and down the stream looking for a dead animal, she turned around and returned to Sandra saying, “I can see anything. Ok, take it back to camp this evening we’ll do a search for its mother tomorrow.”
Sandra said, “Ok,” in response and bent down and picked it up and carried it back to the camp. “I don’t think we will find his mother, I think she may have fallen off a cliff or been killed someplace and the young one has wandered here on its own.”
“More than likely, but you never know.”
“Well anyway whilst he’s with us, I’m going to call him Daraus,” said Sandra as they walked back in to the campsite carrying the small ball of fur. She put Daraus down and it crawled a short distance awayjust lay there absorbing the heat generated by the fire. After a while he sat up and looked at each one individually and then went to each and gave them all a sloppy wet kiss with his tongue.
Everyone coughed, spat and wiped away the saliva. “Ok, I think you may be right Sandra,” Nibs said.
*****
A while later when the stew and the deer meat was cooked, Nibs took her machete and carved off a chunk. She gave it to Daraus to eat, who tucked into it ravenously. She just smiled and carved off a few smaller chunks, placing a piece in each of the mess tins. She then poured some of the stew into each of the mess tins and refilled each person’s cup with red berry tea. When she was finished, she called, “Dinner everyone.”
Sandra and Abs wandered back into the campsite from the direction of the stream, both Paul and Tina walked over from sitting on the ground looking up at the tree canopy.
When everyone had started eating, Paul asked, “How would you react to me asking Amy to join the Vixens?”
“I would have no problem with it if everyone else is ok with it,” said Sandra. “What about you hun?” she asked Nibs who was sat beside her eating.
“Paul already knows my answer. Gary, Darla, The Twins and I had a chat about it when you three went exploring.”
“Ok,” responded Sandra.
“Me too as long as no one has major reservations,” said Tina.
“Same here,” said Abs after swallowing a mouthful of food, “Excellent food Nibs, you have excelled yourself again.”
After the meal was finished, Tina commented, “That was the first meal I’ve had that’s been cooked over an open fire.”
“How come you are so knowledgeable about so many things Nibs?” Paul asked.
“Its things I’ve picked up on my travels. When my family moved to a new city I made friends with the locals rather than my own people. I think I could operate, culturally that is, in at least 60 countries and I know how to blend in and not stand out like a tourist. I also know eight languages fluently, one language semi-fluently.”
“Feck, you’re kidding Nibs!” exclaimed Abs. “I have problems with Portguule, that’s incredible.”
“How many countries can you operate in totally?” asked Tina as she put her cup down empty.
“23 without major problems, 37 if I’m very lucky. It takes me about three months to pick up and understand a language to be fluent. I’ll tell you a story about one school I attended. The teacher that took us for the native language classes was an arrogant bitch, she thought herself so much better than the rest of the class. I broke into her house and took some pictures; I was planning on humiliating her on my last day. Oh I did use my skills for things like that,” she was nodding her head in answer to an unspoken question, “but she deserved it. On my last day in school, I was moving the next day, I had her last and I sat where I normally sat at the back of the class. About five minutes from the end of class I stood and commanded her to shut the feck up, in the native tongue, and to translate what I said accurately. I pealed off a long line of swear terms that only a person fluent could real off and at speed as well, she stood there shocked. Give her due she did translate some of the stuff. As that was my last class of the day when the bell rang I disappeared with the class throng as they left the class and was gone. I do wish I could see some of my friends from those countries.”
“What you thinking about hun?” asked Sandra as she placed her arm around her waist.
“Oh nothing. Just reminiscing about times spent, friends made and lost.” She sighed and continued, “When I get back to the home base I must try and find them again and at least email them if nothing else.”
“When Sandra suggested asking you to join us, I have to admit,” said Abs, “I did almost laugh, but I remembered what Sandra had been like when you first joined the school.” Abs paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and continued, “But now I see that asking you to join us was one a great idea. I think I can speak for at least everyone here, we had been looking to break into the professional world of Ghosts and Elite special forces types of Mercenary work. We had a basic idea that you needed to be a full Street Ghost and we knew we could get sponsored by Darla or any of the staff at command. That was about the sum total of our ghost environment knowledge, we knew about the net sites and other stuff, but we had no idea how to even start to organise a job from the start to the end.”
“Yeah we had planned combat operations from the Tactical level. We never really thought about how much work goes into a operation from the strategic level, we never needed to. I think over the last couple of weeks I know I’ve learnt a lot especially all the other things you must consider when planning an operation from the Stragetic level. I think we all realised after that Ulleam that we seriously lacked in the research skills and knowing where to look and where to put Net questions,” Tina continued. “And to be honest, I personally think you make a great looking female ghost, if I hadn’t been dating Abs I would defiantly go for you, Nibs.”
“Thanks Tina. Where’s Daraus?” she asked.
After a quick look around with their heads and eyes Sandra spotted Daraus just behind her legs, “Behind your legs hun,” she said.
“Oh, there you are. Come here,” she said in a comforting tone. Daraus padded and jumped over her legs and curled up in front of Nibs’ stomach.
“I think you have made a new friend Nibs,” said Sandra.
After the commotion of trying to find Daraus Tina continued, “And then to find that you not only understood the world of the ghost but also respected it enough to actually understand that to survive in it you must be skilled in many of the areas we already understood. Was too good to be true.”
“I agree with Tina hun,” said Sandra as Abs moved one of the logs and placed a second on it so the embers would heat and dry it, “you are one good looking girl with the skills and attitude to boot.
“From the first day I saw you in school, I fell in love with you Nibs, but as I said not with the male version of you, but from your stories, you had a great life and lots of fun at times, but the female side of you. I didn’t realise at the time that your family were travelling contractors for Ebbsu. That I only found out later. Both Tina and Abs will tell you, they had to sometimes almost physically hold me back because I wanted to go and protect you from the bullying. But due to the rules gangs have to abide by when attending the school, meant I wasn’t able to.”
“As I said a last week hun, what you did was all you could do,” she replied, “I think it’s a stupid rule.”
“Is it, but central says it saves the schools from being raised to the ground by the different gangs protecting non-gang members just ‘cause they like them or attacking other gangs, ‘cause they are protecting someone the first gang hates.”
“Yeah ok,” she said as she filled her mess tin and dropped in some leaves she had collected earlier. She then placed it between a couple of small rocks and dragged some of the embers so they were under the mess tin heating it.
“On a couple of occasions I had to stop myself from lumping a few of the bullies for the shit they put you through. I had been able to lump Gary a few times, but as members of the Gangrels and also the Bitch Vixens we needed to keep a low profile, as we specifically ain’t exactly liked by The Aces. Do you know something, next Gangrel gathering I do think someone should bring up the issue of The Aces and what the fuck are we going to do about them?” said Abs.
“I think Gary is already to leave them after the final match,” said Tina as she took out a bag of massaimmer smiling.
“Does anyone know how he intends to leave the Aces?” asked Paul. He saw the bag and also smiled.
“No I don’t think he’s made any plans yet. I think he wants to get through the play-off games and actually get to the final first,” replied Tina as she opened it and took the spit and stuck a few on it and held it over the heat and small flames that was licking around the propped log.
“That will be interesting, we are planning on supporting the team if they do get to the final as I know the match will be played at The Suraban Dome?” Nibs asked.
“Oh definitely,” said Abs, Tina and Sandra.
“Does anyone know when the next Gangrel gathering will be?” asked Tina, “it’s been a while since the entire gang meet up.”
“I think Sarah’s organising a gathering mid-Auar I think on 19th or 20th Auar,” replied Sandra.
“I hope so because it would be a good time for the problems some of the North Stevran units have been having with the local gang population, wasn’t aired and chatted about at the last council meeting. Which come to think about it was over six months ago.”
“What we didn’t get told about the last council meeting?” asked Tina.
“What last meeting, the last one we got told about was six months ago,” said Sandra, “cause you know if I know of a council meeting I always try and go.”
“You remember when we got your bike Nibs,” said Tina as she took the spit off the fire and took a bite from the end massaimmer. She then offered the spit to Abs who took the next one and took the spit and offered Paul the last one. He took it and then held it so Tina could put three more on. He then held it over the fire.
“Yeah, Sarah was at the club Tybias took us to, she had just been in a meeting with a local gang boss, about the Gangrels supporting his gang in its problems with the other local gangs.”
“Yeah, She had the council’s approval to open the armoury to the gang and to subsidise the four units the gang had employed in support,” said Tina.
“That weren’t on the agenda of the last meeting I went to or knew about,” said Sandra.
“That’s not like Sarah to not email A-rated unit commanders about council meetings,” said Abs when she had emptied her mouth. “Thank you hun, that has nicely capped the day.”
“Yes it has and very true, this does need to be brought up very soon,” Sandra said.
“What’s this about units from the north of the Stevran having problems?” Nibs asked.
“Yeah, you should know this as it could mean a few Gangrel led war zones. Some of the gangs from the North Side have been putting the beats on some of the Gangrel units that operate in the area. Most have with drawn south of the river. A few roads away is another Gangrel unit, the Matterhorns, a close assault team,” continued Abs.
After a few more hours of chatting about gangs, issues some gangs have with others, and the Gangrels and how they fit in to the Suraban gang scene. The group then bedded down into their sleeping bags and chatted whilst watching the fire as it slowly burnt through the wood.
As everyone was slowly drifting off to sleep Nibs suggested, “If you wake check the fire, give it a stir and it feed more wood.”
“Ok,” came everyone’s reply.
*****
Chapter 20 — Last Day at the Retreat
In the morning, Abs was the first to wake and she stirred the fire to life again. She then stuck some water on for a hot drink. She wandered over to the two hung kills she could see the one she had butchered was smoke/air drying nicely and the other had finished dripping blood from the drip. She then headed to the spring to fill the water bottles. Daraus, who looked like he hadn’t moved the entire night, stretched and looked over at her. He got to his four legs and followed her down to the stream sticking his nose into the water. He lapped up a good drink of the fresh cold water. She filled the water bottles and then the pair walked back to the campsite. Nibs and Sandra where both stirring and when she had walked into the campsite Nibs stretched and yawned herself awake.
“Looks like we have all made a friend,” said Nibs looking at her and Daraus.
“So what’s the plan then for the day?” asked Paul as he opened his eyes.
“Not got one other than we had better get back as tomorrow is the start of the festival setup I would like to get to that is nothing else after a good nights sleep in a proper bed,” said Sandra.
Tina then opened her eyes and said, “What is the time?”
“About 06:00 I think,” Abs replied. She turned and picked up one of the mess tins so she could pour a bit of the collected fat into it. She then placed the mess tin in the same location as Nibs had used the previous evening to heat up the last tea. Using the hunting knife they all had taken as a part of the basic survival equipment she cut eight strips of meat from the butchered carcass and started to fry them. As the mess tin would only allow her to fry two pieces at a time Paul and Tina got the first two pieces, after they were thoroughly cooked. Nibs went about boiling up some Yalliammium tea from the few patches of Yalliammium she had found near the stream. Around 08:00BN the group broke camp by covering the fire pit and also moving the logs and placing them in the undergrowth. As the group left Nibs position locked the site so if they wanted to they could return to it easily. As they headed back towards the house they sometimes hunted, sometimes not. The route Nibs led then on made sure they picked up Sandra’s kill and then headed back for the house.
At about 03:00AN they arrived back at the house and all five had a kill to their name. Daraus loved the return, bounding around, helping in the hunting when he was able to.
“First job when we get back is to somehow preserve the meat,” Sandra said as the group neared the house.
“Yeah that’s true,” responded Nibs. “We had better butcher the meat before we leave and pry we can find a freezer big enough to take all the meat. I think the butchering should be done out front of the house. It will save on the mess.”
“Agreed, I’ll give you some help with it,” said Tina, and was followed by both Sandra and Abs agreeing to help, as it would get it done quicker. Some of the work could be left for tomorrow.
As they approached the front of the house, the front door opened and Bee came running out of it and was closely followed by Angelique.
“What the hell is going on?” Sandra said to Nibs.
“Yeah what?” responded Nibs and Paul
“Hello guys,” Bee said as she ran past the group.
“Good hunt I seeeeee…,” Angelique said as she started to run after regaining her foot fall balance after tripping off the last step and almost landing on all fours.
The group dropped the four kills and the rest of the butchered meat at the foot of the stairs up to the front door. As they started up the steps Angel and Damieel came out of the door and the leapt over the railings evil glints and smiles playing in their faces. The started after Bee and Angelique
As all five walked in to the main house they saw Darla and Misty where sat legs intertwined and hand in hand. Grezt and Rachel where out on the veranda.
“Very strange,” Nibs quietly said to no one.
Daraus bounded over to where Misty and Darla were sitting.
Misty lifted her head and stared at Daraus as he bounded over to give then both a sloppy kisss. She said after spluttering and wiping her mouth., “Hi hunters. You’ve returned without any kills and this is new?” questionably looking at them.
“No five kills, we left them outside to save contamination of the house. Yeah meet Daraus we found in the forest close to where we camped last night.”
“Any idea what sort of cub? And it’s not a good idea to take wild animals from the natural environment.” Misty asked as she got up off Darla, who also got up and walked over to Sandra.
“Let’s just say it adopted us,” she replied and then said after giving him a tap on the nose with her first finger. “Have him for a while whilst I and the rest of us go and get cleaned and butcher the kills.”
“Right, thanks Sandra, I’ll try and find what sort of cub it is. I would say it’s some form of wolf cub, but we have three different wolves in the mountains and forests,” said Darla as she walked towards the book shelves.
“If anyone wants to feed him they can, it does have some teeth so we’ve been feeding him very finely cutup raw meat from the kills.”
“Where are you going to butcher them?” asked Misty.
“Outside I think would be better,” Nibs replied.
“Excellent, you want any help?” asked Misty.
“Yeah, more hands the better as we are planning on helping to setup a festival from tomorrow. Oh yes, you guys are invited to join us if you wish,” said Tina, “It’s the festival my mum and dad helped at so I’m going to help and maybe catch up with friends and things.” She followed Nibs and Sandra down the ramp to the Armoury.
*****
After about twenty minutes all five hunters appeared from the armoury in the bath robes they had worn yesterday morning. They all disappeared up to the bedrooms to put some more appropriate clothes on, they then all came and sat down for a smoke and a bit of relaxing before they started butchering and skinning the kills. After Sandra had finished the Cambar cigarette she had rolled she headed for the kitchen and checked the coffee machine was on. “Coffee guys?” Sandra asked.
“Chai please, thanks hun,” answered Nibs.
“Yeah thanks Sandra,” both Abs and Tina replied.
“You didn’t have a choice babe, that’s what I am doing; if you want something else you do it.!!” Sandra spiritedly said with a smile on her face.
Nibs got up and headed for the kitchen and smiled as she passed Sandra. She placed her hand on her buttocks and gave them a squeeze at the same time.
“Oh, mm,” she responded and turned to see Nibs wink at her.
“I’ll think about it hun.”
Nibs looked playfully down, as she knew Sandra was playing, but Nibs wanted to get the yes out of her.
“It ain’t going to work hun,” said Sandra with a smile.
“Ok then,” she responded, and continued to prepare a cup of Chai for herself.
“You two are two real lovers ain’t you,” said Darla when Nibs and Sandra returned carrying the coffee’s. Darla sat back down still holding Daraus and carrying a book.
“Daraus come here,” she said. Daraus jumped down from Darla’s lap and took two bounding jumps and landed in her arms.
“Right, what I can tell you it has an Albino wolf’s eyes and the Timber wolf’s cub fur. That’s about as far as I can tell you.”
“Mm, interesting,” Nibs said. “Well anyway, when I’ve finished this I’m going to get the butchering and cleaning process started.”
“Yeah true, especially with the festival setup starting tomorrow,” said Darla. “One bonus the vans are ready to go, they all now have camping gear and general outdoor supplies loaded, all that’s got to go on is our specialist gear, armour and weapons.”
“That’s an easy job for tomorrow morning,” said Abs.
Upon finishing her chai, she got up and disappeared in to the Armoury. She headed for a small section near the farthest corner, she had seen what looked like some general survival equipment and included was a butchering and skinning kit. She grabbed a complete kit and also a couple of sharp knives. She then went to where she had put her kit and took her machete and started back up the ramp. When she walked out she smiled at everyone and turned towards the front door. She walked up the stair and through it. When she had reached the ground she headed for the garage and found one of the largest tarps, she laid it on the ground in front of the house. She took Sandra’s kill laid it on the trap. she swung the machete and removed the head, this was quickly followed by her removing the hoofs of the Ulit. She placed the machete on the ground and took the larger of the two knives dragging it down the centre of the chest and stomach wall. The blade easily sliced through the skin and muscle. Very quickly she had a cut running from the base of the neck to the animals penis.
She looked up and saw Sandra had appeared on the veranda and was stood watching her work. She then stopped and walked into the garage and took a large bucket and a pair of gloves. She walked back and slip her hand in and pulled the guts, lungs and heart out and dropped them in to the bucket. She reached in for a second time and pulled the blood vessels from the neck and limb muscles. The last yank pulled the colon and the bladder tube away.
She then looked up and saw Abs and Darla were stood waiting for the carcus so they could start skinning it.
*****
Abs and Darla walked out and headed down the stairs, whilst Darla waited for Nibs to finish processing the first animal Abs walked into the garage and collected a second and third tarp and laid one of them on the ground for Darla and a second for a third set of people to work on.
After laying out the third tarp she went back to help Darla and as Nibs passed the now gutted animal to them she remembered, ‘The hide from yesterdays dinner.’ She headed back into the house and down to the Armoury, where they had put their stuff. She took out the skin she had skinned from yesterdays dinner and headed back to the front of the house with it.
She walked past Darla and Misty as they removed the skin from the second animal. She walked into the garage and took five pegs and a length of cord. She came out and she forced the five pegs in and attached the skin to four of the pegs by its four limbs and to the fifth by its neck. She then walked back into the garage and collected a set of over trousers and slipped them over her trousers. As she was about to walk out she saw Tina and Sandra standing outside waiting for her.
“You two here to help or watch?” she asked as she walked out of the garage.
“Help if you can use us,” replied Sandra.
“Yeah I can, follow me and,” she looked at the pair and continued, “you may want to put on some over trousers, because scrapping the fat from the inside of the skin is not pleasant and is rather smelly.”
“Ok,” said the pair and they heading into the garage.
Abs walked to where the bag was and took out two fat scrapers out, she ran her thumb across the edge and felt what she wanted to feel, a very sharp blade. She looked down the edge and saw that it was incredibly fine, and the edge on both sides was polished. She turned and saw both the girls standing waiting each wearing a pair of over trousers. She walked towards them and said, “What we are going to do is scrape the last of the muscles and fat from the inside of the skin.”
She knelt down and placed the scraper at a very shallow angle and took a film of muscle and fat from the skin. “This will take a while as no fat or muscle can remain as it will start to decompose and will stink to high heaven.”
As the three walked towards where Abs had pegged out the first skin Sandra asked, “What are the uses for the skins?”
“Uses are many,” replied Nibs as she walked over after finishing the gutting process on all four carcases. “Skins on some drums are made from animal skins. Some cultures use skins for clothing, ceremonial situations. The uses a skin can be put too are numerous.”
Abs looked at where Nibs had been working and saw Paul was in the process of gutting the last animal.
“I came over to suggest that we,” Nibs indicated the pair of them, “We should look at butchering the carcausses.”
“That would be a good idea. How about a large fire to celebrate a very successful week I think,” she said as she walked with Nibs to the last tarp.
Bee, Rachel, Angelique, Angel and Damieel returned after they had finished what ever had been happening. Abs stopped and turned to the five and said, “We are going to light a fire and therefore we need wood lots of it.”
“Ok,” replied Bee and Angelique and they both now had smiles on their faces. The five just disappeared into the forest surrounding the house.
After the five had gone Abs turned and drew her hunting knife. She picked up one of the animals and ringed the hind quarters with the tip. She then placed the hand carrying the knife against the side and with the left hand she gripped the leg near the hip area. She then pulled the leg away from the body. She then finished the cut and then using a considerably more pressure she sliced through the muscle and tendons she quickly reached the joint and here she pulled it away.
“Shall I,” said Paul from above her.
She looked up and saw Paul stood there carrying the machete. “Yeah thanks,” she said and removed her hand.
Paul bent down and after placing the edge of the blade where he wanted the cut to go. He swung up and brought the blade down hard against the joint, which came apart fully when Paul turned the blade so widening the gap. “I think Nibs prefers her method, but the machete works at going through joints so well why not use it.”
“For this work, Paul the smaller boning knife is a butcher’s preferred weapon, with a razor sharp knife I can strip the meat away and then keep the joint intact rather than possibly shattered. The very action of a swing bring inheritant possible errors in. Paul didn’t you notice I switched blades when I came to actually opening the guts up.”
Paul walked over to where Nibs was butchering a carcaus. Nibs had moved from the hind quarters to the fore leg area, where she made an initial deep cut and drew it around the top of the shoulder and back to the opposite side. She then pulled the limb away and finished the cut. She then stroked the blade through a second time and was at the joint and a quick work of the blade around the joint it came away.
“You use the heavy blades when you want ribs or that style of meat made up.”
“Oh,” he replied as he realized that the variety of knives an old fashioned butcher had had was for different jobs in the preparation of meat.
After a short while of watching Nibs and Abs butcher the animals, he saw the five girls collecting wood had gathered quite a pile and he walked to where it was and gathered up an arm full of twigs and small branches. He made a pile and using his boot knife he made short cuts that caused a small bit of the branch to roll away, a short while later he had five and using his lighter he lit them. He used the smallest twigs to make sure the kindling stayed lit and when these were burning well he used the slightly bigger twigs and progressively larger branches until the fire was well lit and was hot enough to dry out some of the other logs.
While the fire was getting started Abs was watching Paul with Nibs. She said, “I never realized how good it feels to actually be teaching the skills my dad taught me to other people, especially those willing and wanting to learn.”
Gretz walked towards the pair asking when she was close enough, you planning on continuing the scrapping at the festival?”
“Yeah, we’ll have to due to the possibility of decomposition and the smell attracting scavengers and carrion eaters.”
“You thought about how you are going to go about it?”
“No, other than use the same system of laying it out and scrapping it that way,” she replied after spending a couple of seconds thinking about it.
“Why not use the side of the vans. All you are going to need is a sturdy frame and you can tie the skin to it and scrap that way.”
“That is a good idea Gretz,” she replied as Nibs walked to where Sandra had stood up.
Nibs turned around and saw Abs and Gretz both heading for the garage to build the rig they would need when at the fair. She moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Sandra turned and kissed her back. She then pulled away and headed into the house with Tina to get cleaned up.
She followed her so she could start the dinner.
*****
Around 07:00AN most of the friends were outside, only Nibs and Sandra were inside but the windows of the kitchen area were open and the limited music selection from her Digital Player could be heard playing from the windows.
Then they heard the sound an approaching motorbike, she wondered, ‘who could that be?’
Her question was soon answered when Gary appeared around the last bend and slowed. He parked up with the other bikes and the three vans, saying. “Sorry guys for not telling you I was coming back this evening, the coach has dropped me from the team for the next game only, he wants me back for the final, especially after last nights performance, 13 of our 25 points from my ball handling skills.”
“Sweet, Gary,” she called from the kitchen, “I’ll be out in a minute.” A short time later Sandra and her appeared from the front door carrying a large roasting tray with a good sized portion of meat on, she took it to the fire then covered it with a large metal lid. She placed it on the hot embers at the side of the fire and using a stick she scrapped some of the embers so they were surrounding the tray. Sandra appeared carrying a spade which she took and picked up more and dropped them onto the top of the roasting tray and lid. She used the spade and pushed it closer to the centre of the fire so it would stay hot and continue to cook the joint.
Darla disappeared into the house and quickly returned with a traditional coffee making jug which she placed at the edge of the fire on one of the hot stones.
“Tell us the low down about that’s happening at school?” asked Tina.
“Ok, I will, give me a chance to chill that’s a hard ride.”
“Ok,” responded Tina.
After Gary had had a drink and a smoke he continued, “Yeah, The Aces want pay-back big time, rumours have it that Zoe and Amy are planning something for both you and Abs, Sandra. And Simoine wants his shades back, Nibs.”
“He can have them if he can take them from me,” responded Nibs.
“I thought that would be your answer to that.”
All of the Vixens laughed at the comment. Misty then said, “When you guys go head to head, invite us as this bunch sound like the need a good street kicking.”
“They do
“Yeah, bring it on Aces, We’ve kicked them a few times in a war zones, lets do it close and personal,” said Darla smiling from what he could see.
“From what I’ve heard, Simon is laughing at the complaints, saying they brought the pain on themselves for being bullies, and that people who bully sometimes get their comeuppance. But he will make sure any thing the Aces plan is as above board as he can make sure it is.”
“That’s good to hear,” said Abs.
“You know we are all planning on coming to the big game itself,” said Paul.
“No, I was hopping you would do that,” he replied smiling at the fact that when the last game was over he could tell Detrict what he thought of him, which was pleasant. He smiled as he thought of what he knew Detrict would want to do to him and if it came down to a fight that the twat wouldn’t stand a chance against him. ‘You’ve never met Gangrel Street up close and personal before have you Detrict, oh this is going to be so much fun.’
“Let Simon know that if the Aces want to come get a piece of us then all they have to do is ask formally and nicely,” said Sandra.
“Yeah and we will be happy to accommodate them,” both Paul and Nibs said.
The rest of the evening was spent sitting around the fire enjoying each other’s company.
Chapter 21 — Welcome to the Festival Scene
On Moroth morning Darla woke along with all the friends at about 06:00BN, and soon joined in the hustle and bustle of people getting dressed, having drinks, and just generally making sure the house was ready to be left again maybe, for quite a while.
The twins spread the dust sheets over the furniture whilst the rest of the group was making sure that the house was clean and tidy.
Around 08:00BN eight everyone bar Gary, Bee, Rachel and Daraus, whom had already left in the vans, gathered and had a last smoke before departing for the Festival. Darla was the last person to walk out, she turned and closed the door, she then pressed her thumb on the scanner which released the swipe card from the reader which she then removed and the system locked the door. She then smiled and walked down the steps and towards her bike. Everyone started their motor-bikes or motor-trikes and drove down the dirt track away from the house.
*****
All the bikes pulled into the garage located on the main road just north of the Forest Scope. After filling the tanks and paying for the fuel they all headed out heading for Suraban. As the group approached the junction for IC5 Nibs slowed and placed her helmet on her head and made sure the chin strap was tight, the rest of the group did the same and then they all turned onto IC5 and accelerated down the onramp. The group was soon passing the slower moving cars and vans.
*****
As the motor-bikes and motor-trikes approached the outskirts of Suraban they saw signs indicating that the IC1 Bridge over the Stevran was closed due to vital maintenance.
“Ok, which route then?” Nibs asked.
“IC3 then CW23 then CW8,” replied Gary.
“Where are you Gary?” asked Sandra as Sandra indicated to pull right and cross into the middle lane from the outside.
Misty was already in the middle lane and passed Sandra as she pulled in.
She closely followed Sandra and indicated again to pull into the inside lane.
“Just passing the truck stop now,” replied Gary
“Ok,” said Sandra. “Chat to you in a short while then.”
“Yeah chat to you in a bit,” responded Gary.
A short while later Darla who was at the head of the group, indicated right and pulled onto the slip road that would take them from IC5 to IC3. As Darla entered the corner and released the throttle the bike began to slow. Darla banked with the corner the bike slowed even more. As Darla passed the apex of the corner slipping towards the inside the bike accelerated out of the corner straightening up. As the left indicator flashed Darla pulled left onto the inside lane of IC3.
She was closely following Darla and just behind her was the rest of the group. As they joined the IC3 Darla pulled over and dropped back down the group to close to the rear.
As Darla pulled over she became the leaded and she accelerated to about 120mph and soon covered the 8.7 miles to the junction of the CW23. Just before the junction she pulled over into the nearside lane and when the junction started she moved over and lightly applied the front and rear brakes slowing the bike to 70mph. As she crossed the apex of the corner her speed was close to 50mph and she then opened up the throttle and began to straighten up. The interchange road from the opposite side of the IC joined and two more bikers joined the road heading in the same direction. She pulled over and slowed slightly and let the rest of the group pass her. Abs who was just behind her in the convoy took the lead as they joined the CW23. The group overtook a 4 trailer road train, two of the containers belonged to Rotork the other two were blank and had no logo or indication of who owned them.
Each side of the CW was walled and all that you could see over were the tops were trees. As CW23 crested a rise they got the first sight of West Hills District. At the same time they also caught their first glance of the Blue Ridge hills, which are a set of low hills but they had a distinctive blue ridge to then, due to the top of the hills being made from a blue quartz mineral. As the group sped into West Hills District they passed the first of many Upper class and Exec enclaves.
All they could see over the walls were lines of trees, but they knew from the tele programs that the houses hidden behind them belonged to some of the most powerful people in the city. These people had either made their money from working in the corporations or via less legal means. Even with the multi-million deck bank balances they had, some were still very active in corporate affairs. Most of them did very little actual work, most of their time was spent in private intrigue and espionage against other members of the enclaves rather than the corporate or governmental variety.
“The Toffs’ district,” said Abs over the communication system.
“Not exactly Abs, North and North Ridge Districts are Toff districts, not this area of West Hills, slightly upper class yes, but not Toffs.”
“Do I have this right? Does Richard C live in this district,” asked Abs as she saw the bike slow to allow a car pull into the middle lane to overtake a slower moving van.
“That’s what the Street Ghost rumour mill has it as,” she answered. “One very true ghost fact is that if you specialise in espionage or in similar lines of Street Ghost work, you make sure you have at least one apartment in the surrounding communities, more often a couple at least. All with fully equipped safe rooms with escape routes, planned, practiced and secure.” She continued as she joined the four person line that ran behind Abs. “I’ve heard some interesting stories on BlackNet about the stuff and happenings here in Intrigue City.”
“Intrigue City?” asked Paul his voice sounding as if he was very interested in knowing about the area.
“Yeah, it’s the name that the Street Ghost community has given this area and the sounding support communities,” she answered. “Most of the areas Street Ghosts have named are centres for work in the city. Combat Mall in the north Industrial Districts of North Cove, Western Beeches, North Hills, and South Docks. It’s ten square blocks of combat and battle related equipment stores, R&D centres, Battle Training grounds, and the only way to get into the Newbran Combat district, 21 square miles of free fire zone. There are stories of entire Ghost teams disappearing in the Newbran Combat district.”
“Jesium,” said Paul sounding somewhat shocked.
“Oh and don’t use that word in there. It’s rumoured that the last person to do so was visited by a wraith who goes by the name of Jesium,” she replied
“You’ve got to be kidding Nibs,” said Abs.
“No she ain’t,” said Misty.
*****
When the group came off the CW8 they drove through the streets towards the large park they knew would be holding the festival. They saw some signs for car parking and followed one and entered the main car park bar the one linked to the Athletics stadium. The park itself was a large measuring easily 50 hectares. Criss-crossing it were foot paths and cycle-tracks, hedge rows and trees lined some of the paths. Small clumps of trees dotted the park along with small mounds and small ponds, these were ringed with plants that would conceal animal life. On the northern side was a large athletics stadium and associated car-parking. A skate-park and a couple of children’s play areas were also located in the park. The skate-board park was near a smaller car-park.
The group slowed and stopped near the railings. They all climbed off and she stretched after the ride. She walked with the rest of the group onto the actual park land where they all sat down to wait for the vans to arrive.
A little distance away they could see a small pile of things, it looked like someone was also pulling their hair out waiting for something to arrive.
Tina sat looking at the gent in the middle, her improved vision saw it was Tim, her brother and he looked like he was smoking something. When the vans arrived they parked up along side the motor-bikes and motor-trikes. Gary, Bee and Rachel climbed out along with Daraus who just jumped out and bounded over to where the group was sitting. He went to the small gap between Nibs and Sandra and sat down.
Abs and her got up and they walked to the van Gary had been driving. Abs slid the side door open allowing her into the van. She bent down and opened one of the under work top cupboards retrieving a couple of cookers and the tea and coffee making equipment.
Tina overheard Nibs say“That guy seriously needs to chill out. I swear he’s going to burst a blood vessel soon.”
“More than bloody likely, as I think he’s my older brother,” she said when she returned with the cookers, and drink making equipment. Abs carried a large water carrier and the container of mugs. When the pair had sat down Abs filled the two kettles and a few seconds later they were on the cookers being heated.
A low loader pulled into the main car-park and was followed by a second one and then the nose of a third appeared in the entrance way. Each was stacked with fencing panels and the feet needed to stand them up.
Tim picked up his bike and cycled over to the gate into the main park, where he unlocked the gate and gave the driver of the lead lorry a sheet of paper with what looked like a plan drawn on it. The driver climbed down and was joined by the other drivers and a mate who climbed down from the cab or the third truck.
When Tim had finished dealing with the driver, she could see the relief on her brother’s face. She called to him using her old male voice, “Hey mate, come chill with us for a bit, the lorry drivers know what they are doing, so leave them to it.”
Tim turned and thought for a second and walked with his bike over to the group. As Tim approached she confirmed her earlier suspessions about him smoking as between his fingers was Cambar mix between his fingers. “Hi, my name is Tim Griffiths.”
“Do you want to try something a little stronger,” said Rachel and passed him one of her Cambar mixes she smoked. She knew Rachel only ever put a few strands on tobacco in hers.
“Thanks,” said Tim and sat down in a gap the both Rachel and Grezt had made in the circle. “Ah, I see you have tea and coffee making facilities?”
“Yes we do, would you like a drink?” she inquired.
“Yes I would thanks.”
“Oops our manners. Sorry,” she said again using her male voice rather than her normal female one. “Allow me to introduce Paul, Abs, Nibs, Sandra, Misty, Bee, Rachel, Angelique, Grezt, Gary, Darla, the twins Angel and Damieel and lastly Daraus. Oh and myself Tina.”
She could see his face was one of ‘I know that voice’. Tim opened his mouth as if to say something then he stopped and thought for a second and asked, “That’s the voice of my missing brother. How the hell can you know that and mimic it?”
“Thanks bro,” she said looking rather annoyed at his comments. “Look at me,” she continued, “your eyes don’t deceive you, it is me, John. You have a good memory for what my voice sounded like.”
“Are you surprised the week before you left the rows you and mum had. What the feck?”
“I’ve been living full time as Tina since I moved out.”
Tim just stared at her. Then after a couple of seconds he said, “Ok, we will have to catch up,” then he asked, “What have you got to drink?”
“Chai, tea, coffee, cannabis tea,” said Nibs, as Tim took a draw, then coughed and spluttered a couple of times.
Everyone present smiled at his reaction.
“Cannabis tea please,” replied Tim.
“No problem,” said Misty as she dropped a scoop of normal tea and a scoop of ground cannabis into a small teapot and added hot water. After a few minutes the brew was readied and poured into a cup. Misty then passed Tim the cup who took it, raised it to everyone and took a sip.
“Strange taste, but nice,” said Tim after tasting it.
“I know festivals and I also know that the person to ask about helping out over one is either the site manager or someone connected with the committee,” she said looking rather inquiringly at Tim. “And I’m guessing that you are the site manager?”
“Yes I am, and what can you offer the festival?” asked Tim looking at each member of the group as if he was studying them.
“Fourteen fit people, globally linked by a communication system that can be patched into nearly all networks, security for the nights, stewards and general help people. All we ask is for a small area to reside whilst the festival is happening?” she asked. “We would commute to the site but we live in South Central district.”
“What type of security could you offer?” asked Tim.
“We’re all Street Ghosts,” replied Misty.
“That changes a few things then,” said Tim with a smile. “No problem at all, can’t see why not as we do need a trained security to patrol the site over the weekend. I’ll confirm it with the chair, but I can’t see any problems, you have all got Street Ghost ids? As one of our number was a Street Ghost once and is still listed as inactive.”
“Yeah we do,” said Paul.
At this Tim got up and passed the Cambar cigarette, after taking a second take, to Grezt who passed it back to Rachel. Tim walked to where his stuff was, collected it together and walked back to where the group was sitting.
Upon Tim’s return with his stuff, Gary said, “Well anyway, enough with the chilling, shall we secure the site.” Gary stood up and dropped his jacket where he had been sitting as the sun had appeared and the clouds were beginning to dissipate.
“True,” said Tim in response to Gary’s suggestion. “First job is to secure the crew and site office areas and they are both around us now.”
“What is the situation with the car-parks?” asked Misty as she also joined Gary in standing. The rest of the group also stood up and dropped the jackets they had been wearing.
“We control both car parks and we always close them to the general public as it gets hectic as hell over the weekend. The District Council opens up the Athletics stadium car park, and operates a minibus service from there to here for the disabled and infirm, et cetera. The plan is to keep all vehicles that will be here the whole weekend in the small car park and only use the main for deliveries and as a trader entrance, other than crew-related vehicles.”
“Good as we will be needing access to the vans and bikes, as the vans are our mobile command centre and if we need to get places we need the bikes,” said Nibs as she got up and was joined by Sandra. They both dropped their jackets on the ground and covered Daraus, who then wriggled out from under the jackets.
She saw a small red van had pulled into the main car-park and driven towards the open gate. It drove onto the park and headed for where the group were standing around. She saw and recognized the driver as Celia and to her Celia’s face was one a great happiness. Sat in the passenger’s seat was a small girl, who Tina recognize but she remembered the young girl as a baby cum toddler.
The friends walked to where the first stack of fencing was and Paul dragged the first piece of Herris off the pile and along with Gary they carried it back to the crew area and laid it on the ground.
Nibs and Sandra walked to where Tim was chatting with the new arrival. Nibs asked, “You got a plan of the site saying where the fencing goes?”
“Yeah I have,” replied Tim, “Celia, meet Nibs and Sandra, I think?”
“Yes, hello Celia, the plan please,” said Sandra.
Tim walked to where he had dropped his stuff and took out one of the plans. He then handed it to her and said, “Give the crew area enough room to house your tents and the vans.”
“Ok, we’ll leave the vans on the car-park side rather than bring then onto the field.”
“Right so how are you going to do this then?” asked Tim.
“Park the vans end to end with the blue one on the end,” she said.
“Why the blue one on the end?” asked Tim as he walked towards the fencing pile and saw six pairs working on carrying fence panels from the nearest piles to the crew and site office areas.
“The blue one is the main command centre and has been outfitted with a ISW mount in the door. Its been equipped with a belt feed to 10,000 rounds of APEX ammunition,” replied Sandra. “We of the Gangrels have a saying prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.”
“Weeouch!” exclaimed Tim. “What’s the ISW?”
“A MA70ISW,” she said.
“MA70!” exclaimed Tim, and stared at the pair. “That’s a military grade weapon.”
“We know,” said Sandra.
“Darla’s mum and dad had an armoury stocked with military weapons and equipment from a place known as the Academy. Which on the BlackNet Forum message boards is an R&D centre for the Street Ghosts,” she said as both her and Sandra looked at the plans and worked out floor area for the eight tents and area around them.
“I take it you know what the hell you are doing then?”
“Yes, nearly all Gangrels undergo thirteen weeks basic training at Command in South Docks. During our time there we are taught to be safe and sensible around all weapons from simple knifes to the HSWs that are seen on the back of some pick-ups,” said Sandra as she carried a couple of feet to the gate and dropped one there. Sandra then started to walk down the hedge and a short distance later she dropped the second one. Sandra then returned to the pile of feet and took two more. As Tim and her grabbed a couple of feet each, they followed Sandra who continued, “Even through mine and Paul’s mum and dad were already members and had done basic training, we both completed it with a training cadre. Nibs hasn’t but she has considerable knowledge of the Street Ghost scene.”
“How much do you know of the Street Ghost scene Tim?” She looked at the plan and dropped a second one as a marker of a junction off the outer fencing.
“Hang on, wouldn’t it be easier to have the vans inside and a route out to the main area,” suggested Tim, “and a little bit. John was a Street Ghost once. That was until he had an accident which has messed up his leg. When you meet him you’ll understand I think.”
“Did you know that only a Full Street Ghost can sponsor people to become Street Ghosts?”
“Yes I did know that, why?”
“I sponsored all the Vixens, I’ve been classified as a Full Street Ghost for the last six months. And I spent almost eighteen months learning the scene from a member when I lived in Ne-U-Bar.” She looked at the vans and the new idea and the hedge, ‘The hedge is going to make it kind of annoying to get into the vans.’ “I agree with you Tim. Hun lets move them so they are inside the perimeter.”
Sandra stopped and dropped the two feet she was carrying and asked, “Same order of vans though?”
“Yes,” she replied and started towards the red van. Sandra soon caught her up. “I think we need to paint them though.”
“Yeah we do,” replied Sandra. Sandra then opened the driver’s side door of the white van.
She opened the red van’s door and found the keys still in the ignition. She smiled and climbed in, she turned the keys and the engine started. She closed the door and selected reverse so she could slowly back it out and right so the nose was pointing at the gate. Tim walked to the gate and opened it as she selected first and slowly accelerated. As she passed the white van Sandra reversed out and followed her. She turned onto the field and took a wide circle round and parked up along side the hedge row where it joined the one that completely ringed the park. Beyond which was a sharp mound that was a deteritant to those who liked to ruin places, with vehicles. She reversed it so the back had enough room to open, but not much more. Gary had jumped into the blue van and had driven that one onto the park. After Sandra had parked with a similar amount of room behind hers. Gary positioned the blue van at the front.
As she locking the driver’s side door and taking the keys from the ignition she saw Paul carrying two feet walk down past the drivers side. Looking in the rear view mirror she saw him drop one foot at corner made by the hedge row surrounding the car-park and the one that completely ringed the main park. Paul called to the three drivers, “Any chance you can move forward a couple of feet as we need to drop a the fence panel behind here and along the hedge row on the road.”
Each van then moved forward by a couple of feet with Gary moving first then Sandra and lastly she moved her van. Abs and Tina slotted the first fence panel in place whilst Gretz and Bee carried the second one down beside the vans. Nibs moved over and got out of the main sliding door.
Gary joined Paul in carrying feet and clips whilst the rest of the groups carried fence panels.
A tall guy, with grey wirely hair arrived and asked, “Do you want me to do anything?” On his back was a acoustic gui-dram.
As Sandra and her walked towards the now considerably reduced pile, Tim turned to face him. They took the next panel and her improved hearing heard Tim and Celia talking around the initial base, “No, these guys have volunteered to help set up, steward, provide security and break the festival and all they ask for is a small area for them to stay.” She went back to concentrating on what Sandra was doing with the other end of the fence panel.
*****
After a few hours of fence panel shifting and erecting, the crew area, Site Office and main Stewards area were totally secured. In front of the crew area was the back stage area for Stage 1 and beside the stage was the first of the two beer tents that operated on site. As Sandra and her walked in from putting up the last panel to secure the Generator for Stage 1, the Beer Tent, Crew area and Site and Steward Office they watched Darla and Misty playing house, so to speak. They were using the red van as it was designed to do used as an area to live from. In two piles outside the kitchen area, which had been tarped off so people walking by on the street couldn’t look in were the tents and everyone’s personal kit. The side door of the blue van was open and both the stations were ready and powered up by the internal power, the aerial was also up and transmitting.
Celia was erecting a couple of small tents into which she guessed a lot of the things around them were going. A short distance away was the fire pit, Gretz had constructed whist the five had been hunting. In it was a small fire that was heating a old fashioned kettle, which was hanging from a hook that was fixed to four poles that came from the corners. The kettle was close to boiling at this point. Misty walked out from the kitchen area smiling at the pair was they walked in. Sat around the fire already was Angel, Damieel, and Paul. Gary was coming out of the white van. Abs was stood with Celia helping her unload her van and erect the tents and gazzibos.
Tina arrived into the crew area from the toilets over the other side of the car-park and said, “I had forgotten how much fun it was being at the festival during set up.”
Three young ones and Daraus ran past and into the crew area.
Tim walked up and said, “It’s cleared you guys can stay, Celia has no problem and the chair said, it helps in keeping certain people from camping as crew.”
“That’s good to hear,” Tina said. “Who is the chair this year?”
“Do you remember Big Malla?”
“Yes.” Then as something dawned on her, she said, “She’s not?”
Tim nodded. “She’ll be here this afternoon.”
“It will be good to see her again.”
Both Sandra and her looked at Tina asking the same question, ‘who’s this?’
“Big Malla, is a large dark skinned woman from Chivvera. She use to look after the younger ones, my last year here was Willoo’s first. Celia had her nine months after one fair and the following one was my family’s good bye, we moved to South Harbour District, two months afterwards, we never made any more. Tim is four years older than me and three days after I moved out Tim moved back to the area and I guess volunteered again.”
“You said hi to Celia yet?” asked Tim to her
“Not yet, I’ve been kind of busy.” She turned and walked to where Celia had stood up.
Nibs, Sandra and Tim walked to the fire area and sat down. She looked beneath the fire pit registered that the grass had been removed. She looked around for it and found it had been placed under the white van. and saw the grass beneath and surrounding the dish had been removed. She looked around for the turfs and saw them under the white van. She lent in and said quietly to Sandra, “Good idea, we need to remember that when having an open fire.”
“Yeah,” replied Sandra as the pair sat down and Darla walked out carrying a tray with loads of cups on.
Tina walked towards where Abs had just turned around and gotten something from the open side door of the van. “Celia, hi, I’m not sure if you would remember me from seven years ago?”
“Tim said that some one we use to know was back. Welcome back.” Celia looked her up and down in an approving manner. “What name do you go by now?”
“Tina and let me introduce my partner Anna Detric, Abs to everyone.”
Celia looked at the pair and shook her head at the sight, “Those last couple of years before you moved I knew something was wrong, but I would never have guessed it was you being Trans.” Celia turned to face her and called, “Willoo, here now.”
The three youngsters that had been playing around the six man team working the right hand side of the trader gate ran over, Daraus trotting at Willoo’s heel.
“I want you to meet someone who has come back to the festival after seven years, so you see people do come back and she’s brought most of the guys in black as friends and helpers.”
Willoo looked at Tina and said, “Hellooo friend.”
“Whos pet?” asked Celia to Willoo.
“That’s Daraus, he’s one of the Vixens,” she said.
“Ok, what species is he? I would say from the colouring and amount of fur, he’s not pure bread dog.”
The group walked to where the teas were being sorted and sat down around the fire pit.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder, she turned and saw Sandra was offering her a Cambar cigarette. She took it and removed her lighter from her pouch and lit the end.
Abs answered Celia’s question about what species Daraus was, “We aren’t sure. He has the eyes of an albino wolf, but the colour of a Timber Wolf cub. We found him in the Low Back Forest, no sight of it’s mother and he’s not been long of this world by his size.”
“That I would agree with, but albino eyes with Timber Wolf cub fur.” Celia paused for a bit and continued, “That’s not a combination I’ve heard of before, ask Melanine when she gets her which should be some time today, she’s an expert in things out of the ordinary.”
She saw the three younger one’s eyes light up at the mention of Melanine arriving. “That’s a name I’ve not heard before?” she asked Celia.
“No, she volunteered the following year to your last one. Her, her husband, Adam, Adrian and Cathy, have helped set up and she and her partner Griffit organize the Chill-Out Zone. Adrian has for the last couple of years looked after all the young ones during the set up, when the fair was open and site break.”
“You said husband Adam and then partner Griffit?” she asked her looking generally interested.
“Yes, Adam was one of six bystanders that were gunned down in a local pub when one of the local crime bosses took offence at something one of the people drinking had done. No one has every been arrested for it and I think the case is currently a cold case. The local Echo Tech Security have been regularly re-looking at the files, but still have not found anything new to tell them which group he had pissed off.”
“That’s not good,” said Abs as Darla passed her a cup of coffee.
“No,” said Celia and Misty passed a cup to her.
“Adrian is fun to be around,” said the female of the other two.
“That’s Dorris and the gent is Marick. Yeah. Adrian looks after the children whilst we are putting the festival together and then looks after them and helps in the kids area when the festival is open. He loves them with an unbridled passion. You must have had some adventures over the years and how is Dominic?”
She smiled when she remembered her younger brother Dominic. “To be honest I have no idea. I’ve not spoken to mum, dad or Dominic since I moved out, three years ago.”
“What!” exclaimed Celia looking very shocked and then her face went to one of not being very pleased with her. “You’ve not seen your mum in three years, how come?” The tone Celia used, Tina knew she was being told off, she deserved it. She knew that much.
“The last couple of weeks before I moved out, all me and mum use to do was row and argue over the stupidest of things, and to be honest I’ve not needed to. The Vixens and Gangrels have given me more of a family, I know mum never accepted me as Tina, so why force those who do not accept to accept.”
Celia sat there thinking about what she had said and said, “Yeah, your right, but it pains me that the situation exists in the first place.”
“At some point I will contact them, I know something will happen that I will need to.”
A horn sounded from the main car-park as a sat-rit style car pulled up. She looked over and saw a woman get out of the passenger’s seat and she immediately noticed her eyes were red, and she also had large bags under her eyes. She nudged Abs who was also looking at the woman.
Celia looked over and said, “Mel.” Then as Mel stepped over the bar Celia’s face went for being happy to see her to one of being very concerned at her state. “What the hell is up?” she asked as her friend came and sat beside her.
“Adrian and I had a massive row and he walked out, he’s not answering my calls, and a report from a friend he was seen leaving the Tran Youth Centre with a friend and couple of people known to be associated with Trivvoth.”
Across the fire pit both Nibs and Sandra looked very concerned at hearing what Mel was telling Celia.
“Adrian is a nice kid, that argument was serious to have him leave home and been seen with one of the problems this and the nearby districts have. Trivvioth is the boss of a relatively powerful organized crime family. He’s suppose to support one of the local gangs, I think it’s the Blue Diamonds and I can tell you they are not like by the locals at all,” said Tim looking very concerned at the news
She looked at him and asked, “Any ideas how come?”
“No, we try and stay out of it, but sometimes the problems of the local areas spills over onto the festival,” replied Tim and he then took a mouthful of coffee.
She looked at him and then felt Sandra tap her on the shoulder. She turned her head to look at Sandra, and she had a worried look in her eyes. The face she was pulling was, ‘I know, talk to you later’.
Daraus padded over and lay beside her right heel. She over heard Celia say to Mel, “Can you have a look at the pup beside. I’m sorry I’ve not been introduced?”
“Nibola Calton, everyone calls me Nibs, Sandra Patterson my partner and this is Daraus, a wolf of some kind, but that’s all we can work out.”
“A wolf, I would say you have a Timber Wolf pup from the colour of the fur,” said Mel
“Yes, I would agree but he also has the eyes of an Albino Wolf, blazing red,” said Darla.
“The Albino is always white from the start, not a light grey. Can I take a look?”
“Yeah,” she said smiling as Mel’s expression had lifted slightly.
Mel got up and walked around the fire to where Daraus was laying picking him up by the scruff of his neck. Mel then opened the right eye and looked at it. She could see how dark the eye was. Up-until this point she had really looked at Daraus’ eyes. She placed him back down and returned to her seat thinking. After she had sat down, she said, “I would say from the eyes and the colour of the fur around the eye socket you have something that I have only heard about from myths and legends.”
“What do you think he is then?” asked Darla as she sat beside Tim.
“An Angel Wolf.”
She noticed how Darla looked at Mel as if to say, ‘You must be kidding’.
“No I’m not. I’ve seen the eyes of Albino wolves and they are considerably brighter red than those. They I would say are a mauve more than a red which from the myths is the colour people say the eyes of the Angel wolves are. I’ll check when I get home, I’ve got to go to the local Security Station and give them a statement about Adrian’s disappearance. I’ll be back later this afternoon and Griffit will be here this evening.”
Sandra and her got up and was joined by Angel and Damieel as well as Paul and Gary.
When the group had exited the crew area Daraus bounded over and Gary said, “This could be serious.”
“I know,” she replied. As the group walked she knew her face was one of ‘I’m thinking fuck off’. They arrived at the pile of fencing, feet and connectors. She looked at the plan seeing that the fencing ran all the way along the hedgerow and had a gate and Emergency gate at the entrance way into the park. She also looked for the next pile of fence panels and saw them near the middle of the next stretch of hedge row. “Ok then, this pile from the Generator pen to as far as we can get them. The plan indicates and Emergency gate and people gate when the footpath comes through the hedge row.”
“Ok,” replied Paul as Gary and him picked up a pair of feet each heading towards the generator pen. Paul dropped one of his feet at roughly the right distance for a fence panel.
Angel slid the top panel off and dragged it to where it would join the fencing of the generator pen. She was closely followed by Damieel and then Sandra.
A young woman, no older than maybe 22 walked to where she was dragging a fence panel off the stack. She asked, “Hi I’m Leia. You need any help?”
“Yeah, grab some of the connectors and finger tighten then on the fence panels,” she requested
“No probs,” replied Leia as Tim walked over carrying a plan and a can of something.
“Any of you want to give me a hand marking out where the marquees and power lines are going?”
“Yeah I will,” replied Leia.
“Oh, hi Leia. I see you’ve met the new crew and very likely the security for this year’s festival.”
Leia looked at Tim when she had stood up. “What!”
She stopped and smiled at her, “So, we are security now?”
“Yeah, just had a quick chat with Darla and she says that’s what you guys do. You assist other gangs and providing security is one of the jobs you’ve been called to do.”
Gary walked back and took two more feet saying, “Yeah I know I have, I’m not sure about the Vixens but I only joined eight months ago.”
Tim nodded as she took the fence panel she was pulling to be the next panel in the chain. Sandra and her lifted it so it was vertical and Sandra dropped her end into the foot. She dragged the closest foot over and slid the fence panel into the hole on the foot. When that was done Sandra headed back for the pile and took the next panel. Angel carried the panel to where she was standing, waiting to drop the panel end nearest her into the second hole of the foot.
A new gent passed her and was carrying the bag of connectors and he started to join the fence panels together.
*****
After the group, of seven friends the six Vixens and a new guy to them, had finished three entire piles of panels they returned to the crew area. The new guy was called Reiner and had been helping at the festival for four years.
Back at the crew area where a few new faces, one was a large lady who very definitely came from the continent of Olliath. Tina, Abs, Gretz, Rachel and Angelique walked back in just behind her and her group. Tina made a bee line for the lady from Olliath and when she was close enough, the pair, after she saw the woman’s eyes open in shock they embraced as friends do.
Willoo started to jump up and down as a white Esszan type motor-car pulled up. She looked over and saw climb out of the driver’s seat a woman. Tim got up and called, “Celia, KaVon and John are here.”
“Excellent,” came Celia’s reply from the area of the crew area that was Celia’s zone. Tim walked to the gate and opened it. The car drove on and as it approached the entrance to the crew area Angelique opened the gate. It drove in and parked up beside a new motor-caravan and Celia’s Van. Out from the passenger door came a large stockily built gent.
Tim walked back into the area and said, “Hi John.”
“Hi man.” She looked at the way he walked and realised he was walking on crutches, when he travelled past the back of the car she looked at the legs. The right leg was fixed with a couple blue metal halos and rods that went into his leg and a set also held the halo’s apart.
She turned to see Tim sit back down asking, “Is he the inactive ghost?”
Tim nodded and smiled.
“I can see why he’s on the inactive list.”
John sat on one of the seats and took out of his pocket a tin, similar to the one she stored her Cambar in. “Celia, catch,” said John and then from the other pocket came a blue bag and it was then in the air heading for where Celia was standing. Celia caught it and walked to the fire to joined John and KaVon in sitting down. From the back of the Esszan came two young girls one around the age of Willoo and the other younger by a few years. From the same pocket as the tin, came a bag in which was a green material similar to the way Cambar looked.
She offered her half finished Cambar cigarette to John, who accepted it sticking it in his mouth and then lighting the tip. He took a draw and his face screwed up a bit as the pure Cambar smoke burnt his throat.
“What you got in here?” asked John as he passed it back.
“Pure, I take it you mix?”
“Yeah.”
As Celia looked like she was about to roll a Cambar mix she asked, “How much do I owe you John?”
“Forty, thanks.”
Celia took her purse from the right hand pouch of a pair of cloth pouches. From the purse came a twenty Deck note which got passed to John.
She heard Sandra quietly snort and she looked at her. Her face was one of being angry at something. Sandra then realised she was looking at her and smiled. Sandra got up and walked to where the tents had been dropped bending down to pick one up. Sandra then moved a short distance away empting the contents on the floor so she could start to put it up.
She then heard John’s voice say, “What are we doing about security especially with the situation on the streets at the moment?”
“Meet the security,” said Tim. “The Giths and the five new women.”
John looked at her and asked, “What level of training have you lot got?”
“We all hold full Street Ghost Licences and as Tim put it eight of the Giths have done Gangrel basic training and I spent 18months learning direct from the scene,” she replied.
“Without knowing what Gangrel basic training consists of. No worries. I pretty much run the security and the stewards here.”
She nodded as Darla handed her, her mug with a steaming drink in.
“Thanks Darla.”
Melanine and a second woman, she guessed was Griffit as they were walking hand in hand, entered the crew area and they both came and sat beside her. “From the books I have, I am confirming that Daraus is an Angel Wolf.”
She looked at her in shock. She had heard one myth about the white furred wolf, who’s eyes burned with a deep red. “If Daraus is, then why me and Sandra, their must be people who deserve him more than we do.”
“The one thing I know from the myths is that they select very carefully and they know if you and those around are of a good heart.”
Griffit looked around the fire at the various people and to her she looked really happy. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I over heard you and Celia talking earlier and something Tim said a while back. What has been going on in the local area?”
Melanine sat back and said, “The argument me and Adrian had was over me dating Griffit. I’m bi, but whilst Adrian’s dad was alive I held that side of me in check, he died a couple of years ago and I let go, I’ve been with Griffit for eleven months now and we are friends first and foremost, and sexual partners second.”
She noticed Melanine squeeze Griffit’s hand, the small movement of the hand squeezing most people missed, she had been trained to notice, and to understand how they would react in situations. To her mind as long as they knew the other was safe, then they would be strong and helpful.
“What is going on in the local area. Is that one of the local street gangs is running out of control, they are extorting money from businesses, saying if they don’t pay then the boys are going to visit. The boys are a mob of twenty local youths, high and looking to wreck someplace. I know a lot of the local traders have been complaining to the authorities about it. I have no idea what has happened since, I heard that a couple of weeks ago.”
“Ok,” she replied and looked at her partner trying to work out why the snort and face. After a couple of seconds she took out her PDU and powered it up, she checked the power bar, which was almost full. She connected it to the Net. She was going to two places, one was the BlackNet Forum for Suraban, the other was to post an advert for the festival on the Young Trans site. The message to the BlackNet Forum site was going to ask for information about the situation in the area. When the two messages were posted she shut her PDU down.
Melanine got up and walked to where Celia was standing thinking about something.
Griffit asked when Melanine was gone, “What were you doing there?”
“Posting a message to BlackNet and also to a Young Trans site I belong to, I’ve only been out a couple of weeks and I’m loving it.”
“Ok. May I say that you do look very good like that, but the shadow could do with some dealing with.”
“I know,” she replied smiling, “but that comes in a while when I’ve been able to earn the money I will need to complete the treatments.”
“How far are you planning on going?”
“Don’t know, at the moment I’m exploring life, having a loving partner, and all things Gith.” She took a mouthful of Chai. This brought her up, from the initial taste it wasn’t chai she got from the cafés she used.
“I can see from the way you just pulled up, you’ve just had some of Big Malla’s spiced Chai?” asked Griffit as she took a mouthful aswell.
“Yeah, I know my Chai, but this one had a spiced taste all of it’s own.”
*****
Tina, Abs, Gretz, Rachel and Angelique walked in through the entrance to the crew area. She saw Big Malla standing chatting to Darla. In Darla’s hands was a tub of something. Tina went straight towards Big Malla and when she was close enough she said, using as close to young John’s voice as she could remember, “Hi Big Malla.”
Big Malla turned and looked her in the eyes and she said, “I remember those eyes, John Griffiths or who ever that person became, come here and give me a bloody hug. It is so good to see you. What the hell brings you back?”
“We saw an advert for it in a café we use in the Harliquanis Mall, South Peninsula district,” she replied, “and I go by the name Tina now.”
“Yes, my young lady, what is this I hear from Celia about you not speaking to you’re mum.” Big Malla looked at her in a very disapproving way. She also sat down on an empty seat and had a young girl run up and almost jump into her lap. “Hang on Demitre, let me get settled first.” After a few seconds Big Malla said, “Now I’m ready.” Demitre almost climbed and was lifted into Big Malla’s lap.
“Yeah, I’ve already had the lecture from Celia. I will I promise, but it has to be in my own time.”
“Hey I know. Something like this drives most families apart in some form or another, but one thing I do know your mum and dad will always love you in some small way and a simple letter telling them that you are ok and that they are thought about releases so much tension it’s unbelievable. Very few people know that I had a daughter that rebelled against me when she was 14 and disappeared. We had had some slanging matches and the previous couple of months. Then out of the blue I receive a letter through the old fashioned post, it had been forwarded on from my previous address. I contacted them and said thanks and invited them here. The letter was from my daughter, it said she was sorry for the things she had said, it also told me she was working and had been living with a partner for five years. The relief I felt knowing she was ok and not dead was massive.”
“Yeah I bet,” she replied and was handed a mug by Misty, who also handed Malla her cup.
“You left when, seven years ago now, and Tim came back three years ago now. So what have you been up to in those three odd years?”
“Loads, I now run with the Bitch Vixens, a Gangrel Street Gang unit, the entire unit is here helping. I am also living with my life partner.”
Over her shoulder came Abs’s head and she planted a quick kiss on her cheek. “Hi, who must be Malla.”
“Yes I am, and you must be Tina’s life partner?”
“That’s me, I’m known as Abs, it’s short for Anna Detric.”
Nibs got up after finishing her chai and walked to where Sandra was playing house mum, with there kit. “What’s up hun?” she asked after she had bent down.
“What John and Celia just did, the exchange of money for Cambar. The supplies the Gangrels have we could destroy the need for dealers and payment. It’s one of my pet hates.”
“Arh, how does everyone else feel about the subject?”
“I know Paul and Tina support me, Abs is sitting on the fence, Gary, Darla don’t know.”
She sat down just out side the door, Sandra came out of the door and joined her. “So I say go and get a large amount and make this festival, for the crew, a free Cambar festival.”
Sandra sat there thinking about the idea, “Yeah why not. I know SD Unit Nine have a couple of large growing rooms and a couple more sites supply the other units, and if need be I can always put a request in to command.”
She smiled. “I think some of us could do with a refill. I know I could.”
“That’s settled then get the rest of the fence panels up and I’ll go and sort out some Cambar”
*****
A couple of hours later 70% of the fencing was up and the two groups were feeling the hard work, Tina, Abs, Sandra and her less so than the rest. To Angel and Damieel is was as if they had spent the afternoon lightly working out the way they moved the panels around. She shook her head at seeing them carry and shift the panels effortlessly.
Sandra had left an half an hour earlier on the mission to gather a large quantity of Cambar for the crew and also to have a chat with a couple of local units about the situation in the area.
When the group had arrived back in the crew area they say Malla, Misty and Darla sat around the fire pit pealing something and dropping them into a large bowl. The three of them were laughing at something. A large long tent had gone up along the fence of Stage 1’s back stage area. Celia’s area looked tidy and a couple more tents had sprung up in the mouth of one was Leia and laying inside, head in the doorway was a gent. Nibs estimated him to be about Leia’s age. The front of the other tent was zipped closed.
She walked to the front of her tent and grabbed her cup from the entrance she was heading for the kitchen. On a long, strong table was a large urn, written on the side were the words ‘Big Malla’s Spiced Chai Urn’, a sign on the top said, ‘Help your self’. She did just that, she opened the tap and poured a mug full and after closing the tap she walked out to the where the fire was and sat beside Malla. She said after taking a sip of the hot Spiced Chai, “Madam, may I say I like your Spiced Chai. It’s got a twang the other Chais don’t have.”
“Please it’s either Big Malla or just Malla, and thank you. I make it myself from spices and herbs I grow at home. There are so many new faces this year what with the friends Tina brought and may I ask, you are?”
“Nibola Calton, I’m know by nearly everyone as Nibs.”
“Nibs it is then.”
Darla stood up picking up the bowl and she tipped it into a large saucepan that was on a large grill over the fire. Daraus came padding in with four other dogs two small terrier type and two larger lean, you could see the power in the pair’s bodies. Behind then came a young woman no older than her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a vest style top. She had to her ear a mobile and was talking to someone about art or something similar.
When the woman had arrived she sat down beside her taking out a small bag of tobacco and a small plastic bag. From the small plastic bag she took a quanity of Cambar and the woman started to make a Cambar mix.
She took out her tin and said, “Rather than use yours, use mine, I’ve got more coming sometime in the next couple of hours.”
“Thanks mate. Your new aren’t you. I’m Hinita and the two small dogs are mine. The one with the brown nose is Himms the other is Maelstrum. The other two belong to two of the guys talking to Tim.” Hinita then looked around and saw a lot of new faces. “Ok. When did the festival gain so many new people?”
“Yeah, I’m known as Nibs, and yes you have Tina Griffiths to thank for the sudden increase in helpers.”
Tim walked back in looking really happy and surprised. Tim walked to where she was sitting and said to her after he had knelt down, “We’ve never got the fence to the position it is now until mid Torbar. I won’t ask, but feck me you lot work fast.”
Malla turned around and asked, “How much is done then Tim?”
“We’ve just got the chill out area to fence and then the internals and secure compounds to sort.”
“That is good, assuming the marquees come tomorrow then we should have them up by Ulleam and then the last couple of days finishing off,” said Malla.
“That’s the hope, I hope the fencing company deliver the rest of the fences tomorrow, we are sixty panels down and they haven’t delivered the low fencing we need for the arena,” said Tim.
“Ok. Ring them tomorrow lunch time if they don’t arrive in the morning.”
She looked at Darla and asked, “What’s for dinner and what is the status of the meat we brought back?”
“Ulit shoulder and vegetables. The meat is at a local restaurant freezing, Melanine and Griffit took the lot and dropped it into a friend’s chest freezer.”
“Ulit Shoulder. How come?” asked Hinita
“A few of us over the weekend went hunting and brought back five kills. We butchered, and skinned them before we left where we were. Abs I know is going to spend some time cleaning the skins whilst we’re here.”
Hinita looked and thought about something and then asked, “How much do you want for a skin?”
“Don’t know, your best bet is to talk to Abs about it.”
Hinita then looked down seeing the various items on her lap she started to make a Cambar mix from supply in Nibs’ tin. Sandra walked back in smiling and carrying a rucksack that looked rather full. As she walked past her Sandra stopped and only when she was looking up at her partner did Sandra place a kiss on her lips. Sandra then walked to the tent and took off the small rucksack. Sandra placed it inside the inner tent and took a bag from it carrying it to where she was sitting. She took from her pouch a clear bag and passed it to her saying, “Yours hun.”
“Thanks,” she replied smiling.
Hinita looked at the bag and said, “How much is in that bag?”
“Almost two ounces, it’s what our tins take,” replied Sandra. “Arh, I see you smoke, well have a present from the local Gangrels.” Sandra took a bag from the large one and gave it to Hinita saying, “Just don’t sell it.”
Hinita looked at the bag and started to say something then Sandra cut her off, “The Gangrels get Cambar free, and we grow enough to wipe out the need for dealers and the semi illegal trade in it, and ours is a lot stronger than you get on the streets.” Sandra then looked at John and Celia and said, “Here for the pair of you, just under two ounces each.”
“Your kidding!” exclaimed John whilst he was looking very wide eyed at the bag in his lap.
“No, at some point over the next couple of weeks give me a list of all the core crew smokers and I’ll give it to Wester Park Sliders. They have agreed to supply the core crew with free Cambar. They along with SD Unit Nine will be providing support forces should we need it over the next couple of weeks.”
“That’s a good point I need to talk to you about the security arrangements for the weekend,” said John.
“Have that chat after dinner I think,” she replied.
*****
Sat in the open door of the blue van was Nibs. She had just slid her pistol home and was about to start teaching Sandra about the Command and Control, and the surveillance options they now had.
John hobbled over and lent against the door and asked, “How much do you guys know about the current situation surrounding the Blue Diamonds?”
“Enough to know if they come calling over the weekend, they will have the very sharp thin edge of the stick with us and the other local units. When I left I visited a couple of local units and asked them about the current situation, which is that Central has declared the entire gang Personna non Grata. Which mean’s be seen in anything related to the Blue Diamonds and expect to be removed from the gene-pool,” said Sandra.
“I asked you,” and John was looking at her, “earlier about the level of training people had. You said something about Gangrel Basic Training, what does that involve?” asked John whilst he was looking at Sandra.
“Basic Training involves normally a minimum of ten man units learning how be a unit, being safe around fire arms from the pistols we all carry through to the HSWs. We also learn how to protect our-selves in both ranged and up close and personal both with our fists and other combat weapons.”
“Ok, how about security procedures?”
Sandra walked to the door crouching down, and replied, “The Bitch Vixens are mainly a close assault unit, but we’ve like all the other units have a basic understanding of security procedures.”
“That’s good, it adverts my own issues about handling issues of the entrance gates,” said John and he took a draw from the Cambar mix he was carrying. “What about the general level of equipment?”
“We all work on a global communications network that is routed through the command and control centre in the van,” she replied. “We are also equipped with state of the art equipment taken from the armoury beneath the forest retreat of Darla’s parents. We all have a complete set, including all the technology, of Black Light armour, MA series weapons and APEX ammunition, we also have access to standard ammunition.”
“The box here,” said Sandra whilst she tapped the cupboard beside the entrance, “contains a MA70ISW with a belt feed to 10000 rounds of 10mm binary APEX ammunition. We prepare for the worst and hope for the best, and the worst next weekend will be the Blue Diamonds coming down mob handed.”
“Black Light you say?” asked John.
“Yeah,” she replied and accepted the Cambar cigarette Sandra passed her. We found 25 complete sets at the retreat and brought them all back. The plan is that all people on security duty wear a set and you use here as the base for the security.”
John looked into the van and saw the monitors and computer stations. “Can I take it all the cupboards are weapons and such type equipment?”
“Most are, the cupboards under the bench contain surveillance and communications equipment.”
John turned and looked across the crew area and the area just outside and looked as if was thinking about something.
Outside the crew area were a couple of the local traveller vehicles, they from what she had been told by Tim and Dan helped in decorating the site and they organized the art gallery. Hinita had her Rudeashian drum out and was playing it with a couple of other drummers. She remembered back to the twelve months she had spent with Cubadar. ‘It would be really good to meet him again. I know he will have a lot of new stories and beats.’
“Hun,” said, Sandra as John hobbled off in the direction of his family’s tent.
“Sorry, miles away, just thinking about times spent with other friends.”
“Ok, you were going to teach me about the van?”
“Yes I was, wasn’t I.”
Tina and Tim sat around the fire, Abs was reading one of the local papers in their tent.
“So you going to tell me about what you have been up to then?”
“Yes I am. You know about the rows and such me and mum had.”
Tim nodded his head in reply.
“The moment I closed the door the last time, a weight lifted and Abs will tell you I was so much more happy. A couple of weeks later after Sandra and Paul’s mum and dad’s funeral, me and Abs moved in to the Bitch Vixens Home Base in South Central.” She took a draw on the Cambar cigarette and went to offer it to her brother.
“No thanks, sis,” said Tim, “I smoke, but I can’t take a pure one, it rips my throat to pieces. Thanks anyway.”
She smiled at her brother and asked, “You got your present from Sandra and the rest of the Vixens?”
“What the bag of Cambar?” asked Tim as he took out his tobacco pouch, his long cigarette papers and small bag of Cambar.”
“Yes.”
Tim nodded, ‘yes’. “I couldn’t believe it when she dropped it into my lap. How come anyway, you all have large tins?”
“Yeah, it’s one of the perks of being a Gangrel we get Cambar free.”
Tim shook his head, and started to roll a Cambar mix. “I couldn’t help but notice that all of you are carrying pistols, how come, I thought it was not permitted under some rules you guys live by.”
“No you can carry a pistol as long as it’s only loaded with blanks. Ours aren’t we all carry live ammunition.”
Tim looked at her in shock, “What, you are carrying live ammunition for that, cannon.” He was looking at the Colt X33 44 magnum under her arm pit
She looked at him and smiled, “Yes. Even though it is unofficial, the Gangrels act as Central’s police force. I don’t know of a single street gang that can match a War Zone Gangrel force.”
“How come some of the street gangs, from what I know are pretty good.”
She shook her head, “To untrained eyes yes they may seem good, lots of victories and such. Yes?”
Tim nodded his head to her question.
“90% of all Gangrels when they join spend thirteen weeks living at command in South Docks learning how to be a Gangrel. As part of the training we are taught to work as a team, we get taught how to act around all weapons, be they fire arms or knives. A large part is getting fit and when you are they hit you with Gangrel Street, our own combat form, it was designed to be effective and nasty. The first rule you get told is there are no rules to street fighting. It’s very true, if a kick to the groin works at stopping people, then a kick to the groin happens. Nibs took down a six foot four inch 250lbs defensive footbaal player in two moves. She landed a kick to the groin and then brought her knee up and it connected with his face. Nibs is a trained street fighter as well, so the bully was lucky as that combination has been known to kill people.”
“I bet,” said Tim looking in the direction of Nibs. He then muttered, “Remind me never to get on the wrong side of the Gangrels.”
“Ok. How’s mum, dad and Dominic?”
“Mum and dad are ok, I don’t know about Dominic, I never really talk to him unless he picks the phone up when I ring and that is rare.”
Angel walked out of the kitchen area and walked to the fire carrying a tray of cups.
Then a fast beat picked up from the drummers out side and she started to sway in time to the beat. Tim just sat beside her. She was thinking about so many things, but she felt good as she had seriously thought that when she walked out she would never see Tim again, not seeing Dominic was also not a good thing to happen, but that couldn’t be avoided though.
After a few minutes of just sitting there, Tim said, “I have to admit though you do look good sat there, ask you a personal question sis?”
“Yeah, I have no secrets, secrets lead to mis-trust and other problems.”
“Your tits, are they real, and how far do you intend to go?”
She sat there and looked at her older brother. “They are real. When I had finished Basic Training, I was seen by one of the doctors the Gangrels have access to and he wrote the prescription for me and has said that he was happy to write a referral to any medical doctor qualified to treat trans people. I’ve been on them ever since.”
Tim shook his head and said, “I have to admit you do look very good sis, you look fit, strong and confident. Not like the way I remember John, he was weak, timid and lacked confidence, but I can see why, Celia has chatted to me about being trans and how it makes people feel. The festival had a trans woman volunteer for a couple of years between us leaving and me coming back. She left the year before I came back to help. No one has heard from her since.”
“Ok. When Darla told me and Abs and I went shopping, I dreamt John was being picked on and a girl dressed as a Gith laid into them and scattered the attackers. When I looked up I saw Tina looking back at me.”
Tim shook his head slightly smiling as Angel passed both him and her a hot drink.
“Damn, it’s got a bit nippy,” she said and called to Abs, “Hun can u pass me my jacket?”
Abs got up and carried her jacket to her and continued on out of the crew area and started to watch a couple of people who had started to twirl things. She put it on and said, “How about you, you’ve probably had some adventures yourself?”
The next couple of hours was spent chatting and telling each other their adventures and fun.
“I’ll say this the Gangrels sound like a great bunch of people,” said Tim.
“We are, and the festival crew they also sound like a good group, just like I remembered them and the feelings are the same as I had when mum and dad helped.”
“I know, those feeling’s don’t just go away,” said Tim and he wrapped his arm around his sister and gave her a hug of welcome home.
Nibs and Sandra sat in the door war of the Command and Control van watching Tina and Tim. “It’s good to see Tina feeling the way she does now, she was very aphrensive about what awaited her when she did return, she thought her mum and dad had come back and had begun to volunteer again,” said Sandra
“Well it’s nice to see so many people happy,” she replied smiling. “Tomorrow is going to be fun finish the fencing and I think we help put the marquees up.”
“That will be interesting,” she said, “I’ve seen various marquees up. I wonder what style will be here.”
Chapter 22 —
Early the following day Nibs, Sandra and Daraus were sat around the fire pit having had the last security shift of the night. The sun had been up for a couple of hours when Tina and Abs’ tent door opened and Tina stepped out.
“Good morning you two,” said Tina.
“Good morning Tina,” said Sandra.
She nodded her hello and pointed to the still steaming kettle.
Tina’s eyes lit up as she grabbed her mug from the entrance to the tent and saw the coffee and other items sat on a small table beside the fire place.
“We did a bit of a skip raid during our shift, and found a couple of slabs that will serve as somewhere to put the kettles and the table for the coffee, and other drink making stuff.”
“Nice idea,” said Tina she grabbed a seat beside her. “You two enjoying it here?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Ever since you guys asked me to join I’ve been loving it, I said to Griffit yesterday, I’m enjoying life, having a partner and all things Gith and Alternative.”
“Same here. You’re lot happier than you were last week,” said Sandra after taking a mouthful of coffee.
Tina bent down and sorted out herself her first coffee of the day. “I know, seeing Tim was a surprise, but it’s so good that the original crew hasn’t changed that much in seven years.”
An hour later a couple of trucks pulled up in the main car-park in front of the gate, the two drivers and two mates climbed out. They walked towards the crew area as she stood up and started towards the gate to let them in. She stopped when she saw then walking towards the crew area and sat back down taking a sip of her coffee. She then felt the weight of the kettle and headed for the kitchen area to re-fill them.
She heard the lead guy say, “Hi, you got a drink on in there?”
“Yeah in a second,” she replied as she turned the tap off, of the now almost empty water carrier. She walked back out carrying them and four cups she took from the table hanging one of the kettles over the fire pit.
“I don’t remember you, where’s Tim?”
“Still sleeping,” said Tina, “Hang on.” After a couple of seconds, “Your Jeff aren’t you?”
“Yeah, how do you know that?” asked Jeff looking very perplexed.
“I’m Tim’s sister/brother from seven years ago, I was known as John Griffiths.”
Jeff looked at her and said after recovering his mouth from the floor, “That’s some change.”
“Yeah I know,” said Tina as she got up and asked, “You lot want a drink?”
“Yeah please, thanks,” replied Jeff.
An hour later Tim’s tent door opened and a very bleary eyed Tim appeared and said, “Good morning campers. God your up early sis.”
“I know I don’t need much sleep.”
Tim then looked at Sandra and her and asked, “Any thing to report?”
“No, easy night. Did a bit of skip raiding and got a small table for the coffee and stuff and a couple of slabs for the kettles and pans to sit on.”
Tim nodded asking, “Is the water hot?”
“Stick it on the fire and it will be,” replied Sandra.
“Hi Tim,” said Jeff as he walked back in from the toilets.
“Oh, you are here.” Tim stood up and moved the seven feet to a free chair. He lent forward and hung the fullest kettle on the hook.
“Who’s got the keys for the gate Tim?” asked Jeff after Tim had taken his first mouthful of coffee.
“Nibs has them,” replied Tim.
She smiled at Jeff who looked rather annoyed, “Why didn’t you say you had them?”
“You never asked,” she replied. She then passed them to Jeff who stood and dragged the other driver with him. A couple of minutes later the two trucks’ engines started, slowly they drove onto the site and parked up just outside the crew area. The pair walked back into the crew area and gave Tim the keys.
“Thanks,” replied Tim.
“What is the situation about crew for putting up and taking down the marquees?” asked Jeff
“Meet your crew,” replied Tim and pointed at the three, “with others. They had 70% of the fence up by 7 last night.”
“70%!” exclaimed Jeff, “That is good. If your that good, then we should have them up by this evening.”
“Yeah, show us one and we’ll do the rest, if you want to supervise the complicated ones like the stage 1 and 2 and the Gallery.”
After thirty minutes the first signs of Celia and Malla getting up happened with Willoo appearing from her’s and Celia’s tent and the rear door to Malla’s van opening. When Willoo had appeared she headed for the fire, pit rubbing her eyes, she said, “Hello friends.” Daraus padded over to Willoo and she bent down and gave Daraus a stroke, this got Daraus to give her a sloppy kiss in reply.
“Good morning people, and I think it will be a fine day as well,” said Malla.
“Good morning Big Malla,” said Tina who was smiling, that hadn’t been off her face since she got up.
*****
A couple of hours later the two trucks had deposited their contents of pegs, cables, bundles of various coloured canvases and pole sections in seven locations around the site. Nibs and the rest of the Vixens and Raiders, minus Misty and Darla as they helped in the crew area and manned the C&C, along with a few of the other crew were gathered around one of the single pole marquees. It took the group an hour and a half to put the actual marquee up.
When it was fully up and all the sides were on Gary, Paul and a few of the crew went off with the driver and the two mates to erect the twin pole marquees. It left three single pole marquees to be erected.
As the group of twelve friends and Jeff walked to where the first of the piles were, she suggested, “Lets put two up and then the first to finish starts to put the third up.”
Tina called back as she led Abs, Angel and Damieel and Angelique towards the second pile, “Ok Nibs.”
She looked at her and stuck her tongue out as she walked off.
Gretz along with Rachel had already started to sort out the pole.
“Sledge hammer, I knew I had forgotten to pick something up,” she said angrily turning towards the crew area and the tools in the white van.
When she walked into the crew area she saw Melaine and Griffit both on their knees painting signs for when the festival was open. Two more new faces were sat around the fire drinking a drink. She slid the side door open and reached in, taking the two sledge hammers from the tool area. She turned around and saw Tim head towards the gate as a truck carrying some toilets had arrived.
She carried the two sledge hammers back to the group and handed one to Bee who swung it and it impacted the top of a setadar spike. Sandra was holding it until it was in the ground. She continued to walk to where Jeff and the second group were getting things ready. Angel smiled as she approached and headed to take the sledge hammer from her.
When she had returned Sandra was holding the third spike which would act as the base of the pole Rachel and Gretz were dragging the various quarter sections out so they were in place around the pole.
Jeff walked to the head of the pole and started to attach the four steel cables that would support the pole when it was up. “Nibs,” spoke Jeff as he looked up, “can you run the four cables out and then take four spikes and place them at quarter points.”
She nodded her reply and walked the cable that ran down the actual pole itself. When she had made sure the cable was not tangled Bee and Sandra walked to where she was standing. “Where’s the next spike going Jeff?” asked Sandra as Jeff walked towards the group.
“Pretty close to where you are standing. Place a spike at quarters the pole.” He then turned and walked towards the second erection team.
A couple of hours later the all but one of the marquees were up and the first batch of toilets had arrived and been sited in the back stage areas of the four performance stages and the Gallery. Two had also been placed in the crew area. One of the pair had been sealed so it could be moved to the steward area near the main gate. The toilets the public would use were arriving on Frodar.
When Sandra and her walked back in they saw John was sat in the command and control vehicle and stood outside were a pair of new women. The left one of the pair had mousey coloured hair, she was wearing a pair of dark blue cords and a black light fleece jacket. The other was wearing a pair of jeans, a bikini top and she had red hair that reached her shoulders. She could see Misty sitting in the passengers seat explaining something to the three.
Darla walked back in from somewhere in the main field and was followed by a couple more new people. “Drinks you two?”
She shook her head to clear it and replied, “Thanks Darla, Chai please.”
The pair walked to where Willoo and Katerina were sitting around the fire, Daraus was laying between the two chairs.
She looked at the sight and suggested to Sandra, after they had sat down, “Shall we let the pair of them be in charge of Daraus whilst the festival is not open to the public. It would keep him busy and hopefully out of mischief and would give us the time to get the festival properly set up.”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” replied Sandra, “Celia, how do you think Willoo and Katerina are going to take being responsible for Daraus whilst the festival is not open to the public?”
“Don’t know, they should be supervised, but Katerina and Willoo are both intelligent and have been around animals for all their lives. Let them have him today and ask them again tomorrow and each day.”
She nodded as did Sandra at the good advice Celia had just given them.
She saw the two women move away from the van. When they had she saw the red haired woman was carrying a Delt 357 in a side holster. The mousey coloured haired one was also carrying what looked like a Coltanar Police Service Automatic. John climbed out and was followed by Misty.
The red haired one asked, “With the new technology, what would happen if something was to occur?”
“That’s easy, you hand all tactical control over to the security forces and they deal with the situation. Hi I’m Sandra and this is my partner Nibola also known as Nibs.”
“Carol Hill, Street Ghost and I work as a bouncer at a local night club.”
“Ruth Timms a team member when we get offered Street Ghost work.”
“And for the last few years the festival’s security force. Meet two members of the new and improved security.”
“Hi, I guess we’re going to be working together then over the weekend.”
“It kind of looks that way,” she replied as Malla handed her and Sandra a cup of hot spiced Chai.
She took a mouthful and smiled at the beautiful taste of the drink. “What are your thoughts for the security over the weekend, John?” she asked.
“At least one person in command and control. I would like to have two, but I think the numbers are only going to allow one in there. Then split the entire force into two and have each work as a combination of static security on the gates and patrols around the rest of the site,” replied John, then Darla handed him a thermal mug. “Thanks Darla.”
“No problem John,” said Darla as she handed out the rest of the cups on the tray she was carrying.
*****
The afternoon was spent relaxing in the crew area Tina and Abs were out and about meeting the local units. The rest of the Vixens were sat in tent mouths or around the fire. Celia walked in after returning with Melanine from a local place which stored paint for people after they had finished with it. The centre also acted as a place where people could go and get leftover paint.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and then a voice asking, “You two busy?”
“No,” replied Sandra.
She turned to face the voice and saw it was Melanine. “No,” she replied and looked around to see a pile of recycled wood and a good twenty paint cans of various colour. “Right then, what do we need?”
“That lot,” replied Griffit as she sat back pointing to a list on the fence.
She looked at the list and saw it had about twenty items on. “How are the signs being placed?”
“The ones on the gates are being fixed by strip ties and the ones for inside are either being fixed with strip ties or hammered onto posts and then they are hammered into the ground,” replied Celia.
“Where’s the posts then?” she asked as she knelt down and picked up a paint brush and dipped the tip into the red paint.
“We make them as we need them,” replied Melanine as she and Sandra headed off back to the car and the paint in the boot.
She looked at the list and decided to start on the sign for the Skate Board stage.
Most of the afternoon was spent creating the signs that were needed.
*****
*****
Frodar 5th Auar 09:00BN
Laying on the bedding mat Nibs was looking out across the crew area. Both John and KaVon were just about up, they liked the late nights and hated the early mornings, she could see that be the state of their eyes. Katerina and Demmia were both sat on smallish chairs eating their breakfasts.
Inside the inner tent was a small pile of clothes and the rest of the personal gear the pair used. Their pistols were locked in the command and control van.
Sleeping beside her was Sandra and at the foot of the pair was Daraus who padded up between them looking at the pair when he was at the doorway. She swore she saw a face where the muzzle should have been and it smiled at her. Daraus then headed out into the crew area.
Damieel’s head appeared in the door way asking in a loud voice, “Do you two want coffee?”
“Thanks Damieel. You’ve just woken sleeping beauty here.” She smiled at her. “Please.”
“Hey, I heard that,” came from the sleeping form next to her.
“Oh, you are awake then,” she said re-lighting the Cambar cigarette she was smoking.
Sandra rolled over on to her back and looked up at the roof of the inner tent.
She looked at her partner who was happy, smiling and looked very relaxed. She passed Sandra the Cambar cigarette and lighter then Damieel appeared again in the door. She was carrying two cups each was steaming.
Sandra rolled over and shifted slightly so she wasn’t exposing herself to the festival crowd. She then let out a plume of smoke and smiled ‘thanks’ at Damieel. Sandra rolled over onto her front reaching out to take her cup from Damieel she then sipped it as it felt hot from holding the cup by its handle. John was sat cooking on a couple of gas cookers the frying pan he was using came off and he took out a couple of strips of some meat. It went into a roll which Tim picked up and he then headed for the pairs tent.
He knelt down and took a bite from the roll, asking when he had finished his mouthful, “No problems last night?”
“None we heard off, the Gallery was up late, but it was quiet music and singing,” she replied.
“Ok, we should have the District inspector on site at about 3.30 4ish, which team is on?”
She sat and thought about it, and replied, “I’m not sure I think it’s team two.”
“Right,” said Tim, “Any chance when I go round with the person someone from security comes with me.”
“I would have thought someone would be free to,” she replied and then stared at him.
After a couple of seconds he left the pair to get up. She dragged the front of the tent down, sitting up when it was. She pulled the sleeping bag from her legs and said, “I need a shave today with out fail, I’ve let it go two days, no more.” She grabbed her pants and slipped them over her legs and they were joined by her trousers. “I also need to get some washing done, this I’ve had on a couple of days as well and I ain’t got a clean one.”
“Yeah your not the only one who needs to do some washing, so do I. I wonder how many of the others are also in the same situation.”
A few minutes later Sandra rolled the front up and stepped out and into a pair of sandals Celia had given her a couple of days earlier.
As she stepped out she said, “I think today I’m going bare foot, my feet were toughened once, I think they need to get back there.”
John called to the pair, as Nibs bent down and zipped the front of the tent up, “Breakfast guys,” she looked at where john was cooking and saw a couple of rolls similar to the one Tim had just had.
“Thanks John,” said Sandra as she walked towards him and took the two rolls.
She walked to where Sandra was standing eating a mouthful of roll, she took the second roll Sandra was holding and asked KaVon, “Do you know if anyone has a 3 metre length of cord, I want Daraus on a lead this weekend.”
“Ask Celia or Melanine. Yeah that’s a good point where is Melanine and Griffit. I’ve not seen them this morning.”
“Don’t know, we were up chatting until about 1, then me and Sandra took a patrol and they had gone when we got back,” she replied after finishing her mouthful. “What’s the meat?”
“I think it’s from the meat you guys brought. She brought us some yesterday and said some more should be coming today,” replied KaVon
The pair nodded thanks around a second mouthful and walked towards the Command and Control Van.
Ruth was stepping out as they approached and said, “You two want your pistols?”
“Yeah, thanks Ruth,” replied Sandra as she licked her fingers after finishing the roll.
Ruth turned stepping back into the van and could be heard opening the cupboard beside the ammo store. She then reappeared and handed the pair their pistols and ammunition blocks. And got the order wrong.
“The 44 is Sandra’s,” she said when she saw Ruth had passed her Sandra’s pistol.
“Oops, sorry,” said Ruth with a slight chuckle in her voice, she then crossed her arms and got the pistol’s right. “I’m surprised you use that cannon,” asked Ruth looking at Sandra.
“I’ve found that when someone is looking down the barrel of a weapon more than capable of blowing the back of a head off they are very complient when I want them to do things.”
“That I can understand,” said Ruth as they three walked out of the Crew Area.
“Do you know what happened to Melanine and Griffit.”
“Yeah, they got a call from some security person and they left,” replied Ruth as she stopped and checked the door of the toilet.
Sandra and her continued walking towards the traders zone between Stage 1 and the Theatre area. As they walked they passed Tim who looked like he was fighting with one of the small marquees owned by people connected to the festival.
She Tim look around and started to run towards them shouting, “Nibs. Sandra. Hang on mates.”
Heading from the Chill Out Zone was Angel and Willoo, Daraus was walking at Willoo’s heel
They both stopped and waited for Tim to catch up. Out of breath Tim said, “Would you mind heading for the chill out zone and finish the set up there, Melanine and Griffit ain’t in and are likely not to be in today.”
“What’s happened, they vanished last night. Ruth said they had had a phone call and just left.”
Angel smiled at the pair as they passed.
Sandra turned and said, “Daraus heel.”
Daraus walked away from Willoo’s heel and padded to where the pair were standing and sat beside Sandra’s heel.
“From what Griffit told me when she rang, Adrian’s been seen with the leader of the Blue Diamonds and was seen being the eyes as he collected protection money, it’s even on security camera footage.”
“Feck me. They likely to be in at all over the weekend?” she asked.
“Don’t know,” replied Tim. “I’ll sort something out, but could you two go and help setup the Chill Out Zone?”
“No problem,” responded Sandra and the pair turned towards the Zone.
“I’ll send a copy of the area plan to you in the next few minutes,” called Tim as they walked away.
As they walked away she said nodding and smiling at a member one of the stalls who was setting up, “I wonder about what Tim has just said. I think Adrian is being led rather than going willingly, what with what Melanine was saying last night.”
After a couple of seconds Sandra said, “I agree, but I also think he may be rebelling as well. To have a dad and then loose him violently and then to have your mum start seeing and sleeping with women can be quite a shock to the system. I’ve known Gangrels go off the rails due to less.”
“Bloody hell!” she exclaimed. “What happened?”
“One guy knew his dad was in jail for murdering a Corporate Security ‘goon’, who we find out during the trail had been running a small protection racket in the local businesses. Mum doesn’t divorce dad, but starts seeing both men and women. The guy went off the rails and had a nervous breakdown. He almost killed himself with his pistol a few weeks later. Mystique from the Dark Mysts Combat Support Unit talked him into giving her his pistol and then became his best friend. Mystique drove him from Central District to Gangrel Command three times a week to see one of the counsellors the Gangrels have. I think it’s time we let you into the whole secret. Only the A rated units know the full picture.”
She looked at her and went to say something.
“We would have told you when you were introduced to the gang, it’s the traditional time for telling members we told Tina when she was introduced.”
“Ok, I’ll let you off not telling me, you got any other secrets?”
“No. Officially the Gangrels also include 17 full Mercenary Commands and 177 Youth Feeder groups, these groups feed trained personal directly to the mercenary commands. We also have an under 14s section called the Young Gangrels. Across the broad the rules each group lives under are the same, we care for the little people. Seek members from those disadvantage by society.”
She smiled at Hinita who had just walked out of the Gallery somewhat the worse for the lack of sleep. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” responded Hinita rather sleepily as she walked towards the crew area. Behind the Gallery was Hinita’s truck and home.
Sandra continued when she realized she was listening, “The Gangrel Street Gang has over 1100 members spread through out Suraban and that doesn’t include the support personal and the guys at command. The reason the Street Gang is not as big at the other groups is the environment here in Suraban. The very north and some of the western side a lot of the people who would join the street gang join the youth feeders. The street gang does have units in these areas, but we have more in the south. Most of the mercenary commands have their bases in the north of the city around the Newbran Combat District. Most of the commands have a few youth feeders feeding directly into the ranks, most of the youth feeder units feed directly to a central pool and the commands select from there.”
“What about training and all the support services that would be needed?”
“Gangrel Basic Training applies to all, all Gangrels should undertake basic training. Only a rare few are deemed not to need it, your one of those,” replied Sandra as they reached the Chill Out Zone.
She looked around and saw one zone had already fully set up and was semi open for business. A second was setting up. The area’s generator was in place and the two areas for the toilets that would be used by the public were ready if empty and at the other end was one of the entry gates.
As she finished looking around she saw out of the corner of her eye she saw a large multi-coloured van driving slowly across the field, in front was walking Dan who was wearing a high visibility vest. When he had arrived he said, “Tim sent me with this for you two and he arrived as I was coming across.”
“Thanks Dan,” she replied and saw Sandra was already chatting to the driver of the van. She walked over and said, “Hi.”
“Hi, I was just telling your colleague I’m this area,” said the gent, with a very heavy Spinnayan accent. He pointed to the area which said, ‘Cats seeks Dog’. “My name is Hiemlirk. I was wondering where is Melanine or Griffit?”
“From the reports we’ve heard, Mel’s son was seen to be involved in an outlawed gang and the local security called her last night and we’ve not seen either of them since,” she replied.
“Ok. Has my area been marked out?” enquired Hiemlirk.
“From the fact one has set up I think we can assume it has,” replied Sandra.
“And your in the far corner. Only one more to arrive and that looks like a stall rather than an actual area,”
Heimlirk climbed out and stretched saying when he had finished, “That is a long drive.”
“Where were you before you came here?” she asked in perfect Spinnayan.
Heimlirk looked at her very surprised. “That’s perfect Spinnayan. I left Port Freeton yesterday morning. It’s over a thousand miles from there to here.”
“I know,” she replied, “I lived in Spinya for a half a year and I have a talent for picking up languages.”
He walked to where the area was after a few seconds of looking at it he headed back for his van.
*****
As Sandra and her walked back into the crew area they saw Melanine was crying against Celia’s shoulder and Griffit was stood behind her with her hands on Melaine’s shoulders comforting her. Sandra looked at her and caught her attention and indicated ‘Can I have a chat with you’ to her. Griffit moved away and walked towards the pair.
“What’s up with Melanine?” she asked
“The local security force says that if Adrian is picked up with any known Blue Diamond then he is going to be treated like a gang member,” replied Griffit.
“Feck me!” quietly exclaimed Sandra. “All I hope is that if he is spotted then it’s by a Gangrel unit and not City Security. Hun can I borrow your PDU. I’ll email the local units and give them a heads up on the situation with Adrian. If they come into contact with him they will offer him a place as a probe, but he will be treated as a full Gangrel, everyone is. Don’t tell Melanine I don’t want to raise her hopes and then it not happen.”
“You would do that for Melanine?” asked Griffit sounding very surprised at her offer.
“Yes Griffit. The Gangrels recruit from those people disadvantaged by society, from hearing Melanine talk, Adrian has been disadvantaged by society. We understand that it is not easy to come to terms with the death of a family member especially a loved father, and then, nothing against you Griffit, to find out your mum is bi-sexual and she is dating women can send most people off the rails. The Gangrels care for all especially the little person, those not able to defend themselves or get in over their heads. It sounds like Adrian has gotten in over his head.”
She took out her PDU and handed it to Sandra after booting it up. “I’m going to go and have a shave.”
“Ok.” Sandra opened NetBrowser and went to her Gangrel email address and from the central servers she selected the various units in the area and sent them an email explaining the situation concerning Adrian and asking that they keep an eye out for him. After sending it she shut it down and saw Nibs was looking in a mirror fixed to the fencing and in front of her was a bowl.
“That can not be fun for her,” said Griffit. “Will you find out if the do find him.”
“Probably not,” she replied. “It’s better that people outside the unit don’t know. The message will be read and dealt with by the people who need to read it.”
Griffit sat there and said, “I wish I had had the Gangrels in Ulin. They hate people like me, lesbians, I’ve known them to torture, rape and degrade the lesbians and gays. I won’t go back ever, well not until we get better treatment than we do now. Bastards. I watched them as the took away one of my best friends just because she had been outted by her ex-boyfriend.”
“That’s not right at all.” She was very angry inside, ‘Why do people do that hate people like Griffit, I bet they would hate people like Nibs and Tina. No, that is wrong.’
*****
Nibs, Sandra, Daraus and Tim were all waiting at the main gate for the District Inspector to arrive.
He walked up and smiled at the three people waiting for him. “Good afternoon Tim, ladies.”
“Afternoon,” responded Tim. “Shall we.”
“Yes, lets.” The group led by Tim started to walk towards the main Beer Tent and Stage 1. Stood outside the generator enclosure was Brac, the head electrician, who smiled as they walked past. Tim constantly chatting to him, answering questions and all the other jobs the Site Manager has to do when the District Inspector is on site.
About half way round Tim and Gavin stopped and Gavin asked Nibs and Sandra, “Tim says that you two are two members of the new security the festival has brought in. I don’t seem to have any details.”
“That would be because we were only employed as security when the festival found out that the fourteen members of the security team all hold Full Street Ghost licences. Also nine members, including us two, are members of the Gangrel Street Gang and are listed on the Central Databases as Security trained.”
“Well with that, I’m happy. You must know of the situation on the streets around here?”
“We do, and we are ready should they try anything. All the stewards have been briefed about the security procedures in place for this festival,” she said. “From what we have been able to find out they either don’t know the fair has a new security team or they think they will be able to brush what ever security is present aside. Which if they try, they will find out that it’s them getting the rough end of the stick.”
The rest of the tour went without incident and when the group arrived back at the main gate, Gavin said, “I have no problem in allowing you to open and good luck over the weekend.”
“Thank you,” replied Tim.
“Command and Control, Nibs. We are cleared to open.”
“Yeah,” came back over the earpiece from all the guys in the crew area who could hear her comments about opening.
The three walked back to the crew area and found the steward and security briefing had just started and so they joined the back of it.
*****
After the first shift had just finished, Sandra and her had walked in from completing their last patrol they saw Abs, Ruth and Carol were all sat around the fire with a hot drink. John was sat in the command and control vehicle as he had volunteered to cover the over five hours the festival was open this evening.
She collapsed into one of the seats and was, she knew everyone could see, very happy indeed. “This is great, I will have to thank Tina for suggesting coming.”
“It is great, isn’t it,” said Ruth.
Then over the speakers in C&C came Darla’s voice saying, “Control, Gate two. We have a group of youths trying to blag their way onto the site, and from what I can see some of them are packing at least side arms.”
All of the people sat around the fire sat up with what Darla had just said.
John then said, “Thank you gate two, message received and understood. Patrol teams, Control. Head for Gate two.”
“Control, Paul. On route to Gate two now. ETA 2 minutes.”
“Control, Gate two. Fire Arms Visible.”
“Move,” commanded John and all the people around the fire headed for the van, Abs jumped up into the open side door and sat in the driver’s seat. Carole followed Abs into the passenger’s seat where Nibs noticed she dropped her pistol and checked the breach and magazine.
She shook her head as she, Sandra and Ruth climbed into the back John had shifted seats to the rear one so allowing access to the main weapons store. She opened the cupboard door and she began to remove the weapons stored.
As she was doing that, John said, “Car-park gate get the crew area van exit open.”
The next sound was Abs starting the engine and driving up the short driveway before exiting into the main area.
The entire festival was now absolutely dark and quiet, as the security briefing had said that the second trouble happens kill the sound and the lights, only the generators are to remain running. She realized the noise other than the generators and van’s engine was the revellers understanding that something was going down or about to go down.
As Abs exited the road, John said, “EMU gate 4, C&C, get that gate open.”
She passed Sandra Abs’s sniper rifle which she took and placed behind where Abs was driving. The next weapon was a HK22 SMG which she used to tap Carol on the shoulder. She then took out a second HK22 and when Sandra had turned back she passed it to her. Tina appeared in the door and took the next weapon in her hands which was an MA60. The next weapon was a second MA60 which she passed to Sandra. She then unclipped her bow as Tina jumped out and disappeared and she also took a handful of normal arrows.
*****
When Sandra had climbed in behind Nibs she opened the cupboard holding the MA70 and clipped back the door. Nibs then handed her Abs’s sniper rifle which she placed behind her and she also grabbed a HUU and passed it to Abs who was about to start the engine. Abs took it and slipped it over her head and then went back to driving the van out.
As she turned back Nibs handed her a HK22 which she used to tap Carol on the shoulder. When Carol had turned around she saw her face which was one of shock as she took the HK. Carol carried out the standard safety procedure with the weapon. When she had turned back she saw Nibs was holding a second HK which she took and passed to Ruth who was looking out the windscreen in the middle. Sandra then took an MA60 as Tina jumped into the open door and hung on as Abs drove out of the open EMU gate. Sandra passed Tina the MA60 and that was closely followed by her HUU unit which she took and disappeared from the door. Ruth followed Tina out of the open side door.
She turned back and took the second MA60 Nibs was holding, she saw Nibs unclip her bow as she turned and grabbed her HUU and along with Carol they both disappeared out of the side door. As she jumped out she moved right and knelt down. She placed the HUU over her head and configured it for the smart link. The screen inside the HUU displayed the High frequency infra red view of the area. It showed the group of twenty, twenty five people some seven looked like they were carrying and were acting very aggressively towards the gate staff and Darla.
She looked along the fence line and saw stewards leading the people away from the area and others were also bringing in extra flood lamps, which she knew combined with the lamps on the van would make their lives difficult when they moved to secure the area.
John’s voice came over the communication system, “All people report.”
“Sandra here, ready you getting my cam John?”
“Yes I am,” replied John.
She then looked at the van and saw John sat in the door operating the MA70, and she could see Abs resting her sniper rifle on the bonnet of the van. She saw Nibs had moved close to the fence and was standing bow drawn back, arrow notched. She thought ‘I hope that’s not one of her special arrows.’
A few seconds later she heard John’s voice command, “Now,” and the flood lights came on and illuminated the area with light. The compensators took care of the initial glare and allowed her to view what was happening. She could see most of the group bar the seven were suddenly looking very scared and most had their hands shielding their eyes from the light and they were looking around into the now pitch blackness. She knew that only people trained in understanding the street would know how to react to the differences in light.
One person caught her eye, he, like the rest was shielding his eyes, but he didn’t look as scared as the rest. It was as if he had been given some training and through that gained the discipline not to look scared but controlled. She saw Tina and Carol move closer to the group. Just inside the fence line was Gary, Paul and Darla. Darla was carrying her HK27 and was looking around at the situation beyond the fence.
John’s voice came again this time over a megaphone, “Everyone on the floor, palms up, legs crossed at the ankles,” he paused slightly to let the instructions sink in and continued, “NOW.”
The speed which the scared group went face down impressed even her, she then realized that this was not a part of the general plan for the group and this was the first time they had dealt with this type of situation and she knew they were very scared. Unknown force with unknown firepower all they could see was a figure in the side door of the van and he looked like he was operating some form of weapon. She saw Tina and Carole move and at the same time she saw Darla, Paul and Gary move out from the festival.
She maintained her position along with Ruth, Nibs and Abs. She saw Tina swing the butt of her MA60 and it removed the legs of one of the guys who had remained defiantly standing his weapon was soon on the pile near the fence line as Tina bent down and said something very forceful into the guy’s ears. One guy went to punch Darla which she blocked and brought her knee up and the power behind the impact forced the guy to flinch and this allowed Darla to apply a wrist lock and forced him against the fence and like Tina said something to him. More than likely concerning how stupid he was being.
Tina heard Darla’s message immediately leaving the Skateboard stage and running for where the Van would be leaving the crew area. She saw it leave altering her path to intercept it. She jumped on and grabbed the handle just above the door. She took the MA60 Sandra passed her along with her HUU. After the van had left the festival and had turned heading around in a large arc towards the site of the incident. She jumped down and went to ground. She placed her HUU over her head and dropped it into place.
Upon switching it on she was able to see the whole scene for the first time, the high frequency infrared lamp providing enough light for the infrared camera to use and work. The scene was of a large group of people most of the older ones were standing in a group to one side, she guessed they had moved to there when the shit hit the fan. She could see inside the fence line was Darla who was now holding her HK27 and beside her was Paul and Gary, both of them had their pistols out. She looked over the field and saw Sandra and Carol jump out. The pair spread out from the departure point. Sandra knelt and lifted the MA60 to her shoulder. Nibs was the last person out before Abs turned the van around and headed back to the middle of the area where she turned and made sure John was in a position to command the scene. She saw Abs climb out and grab her Sniper rifle using the bonnet of the Van as a rest site.
She heard John’s voice over the communication system order, “All people report.”
“John, Tina. Set and ready.”
After a couple few more seconds whilst the stewards dealt with the final preparation inside the festival she heard John command, “Now” and the ten flood lamps inside the festival went on and the four above the door of the van were switched on. The light compensators in the HUU made sure she was not blinded. She saw the instant the lights went on they all of the group brought their arms and hands to shield their eyes from the very bright lights. ‘The light is doing nothing for their night vision,’ she thought.
She stood and moved using a stouped run and again went to ground a good bit closer to the group. She saw Carol also move and glanced at where Sandra was and she was still kneeling with the MA60 in the ready position.
When John commanded the group to their faces she only moved when most of them had gone face down. Upon reaching the scene she brought the shoulder stock of her MA60 round and impacted it with the back of one guy’s legs this caused him to collapse and she placed her face very close to his head and said, “I bloody well hope you lot ain’t Blue Diamonds, cause if you are, you’re in a lot of shit.” Before she stood up she grabbed the guy’s pistol and threw it towards the gate. She looked at where it hand landed and saw one of the stewards pick it up and place it with the other pistols and knives. She stood and saw one guy had his face against the fence holding him there was Darla who was having a few words with him.
Suddenly in amongst them were more guys all of them wearing night camouflage and carrying similar assault weapons. Then Nibs’ voice came over the communication system, “Local Gangrels are now on site. Hand control to them only when they have active control of the situation. Darla lock the gate when you get back inside, we’ll keep that gate closed until tomorrow.”
She then heard Darla’s voice replying, “Confirmed will do when not holding this guy.” She saw one of the new Gangrels take the guy from Darla and he was heaved into the middle of the others with pistols. The guy she was standing over looked up and the look in his eyes told a tale all of its own to her, he feared what was coming, he knew what was going to happen very soon. She looked at him with a bit of pity, but the law was the law, Street Gangs that went out of control were investigated and if they were found to have broken the rules then Central would pass a judgement, only in the most extreme case would they pass Persona non grata judgement. He knew that when he was taken away he was effectively dead as the Gangrels were renouned for not being very sympathetic in situations like this.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder, looking around she saw a second guy had arrived. The pair had taken control of the guy. She moved back and took up a covering position.
She saw Darla, Paul and Gary retreat back inside the gate and she saw Darla lock the gate closed. She stood and headed for where the van was parked. She stepped up into the open side door and saw John sat at the back smiling at something, more than likely the effectiveness of the new security.
*****
As Abs was driving the van, very slowly under steward escort, back to the crew area Nibs and Sandra both smiled at everyone and then stepped off and headed for the Gallery. Earlier in the evening during their security shift, they had seen Hinita sat with a few other people and they all had Rudeashean drums close by.
As they started to walk towards the Gallery Willoo, Katerina and Doris ran with up a happy Daraus on his length of cord lead. She bent down and made a fuss of Daraus and Daraus gave her a kiss in return. “Willoo can I have the lead, we’re off duty and I want to enjoy the company of my partners.”
“Yeah no problem, can we look after him tomorrow?” asked Katerina.
“Of course you can,” she replied and Willoo handed her the end of the lead. As they walked off Daraus walked at her heel. The three ran off in the direction of Stage 2.
“Hun,” said Sandra.
“Yes darling,” she replied.
“I’m not sure but I think Adrian was in the group we’ve just stopped.”
“What makes you say that?”
The three stopped at one of the traders stalls in the East Trader Zone. She picked up a necklace and asked Sandra, “What do you think?”
“For you or me, I like the cross you wear.”
She smiled and remember how she had gotten it, ‘I want to visit those two, find Tammeria and the others at some point.’ “No I thought for you. I think its suits you.”
Sandra took it and looked at in the mirror and smiled at her partner’s choice it, did suit her.
She smiled at the stall owner who walked over to the pair and asked, “You two with the security crew?”
“Yeah,” she replied and then asked, “How much for the necklace?”
“On the stall, with what you lot did this evening you deserve it. That gang has been the cause of a lot of problems for the local area.”
She noticed the venom the trader used when he was talking about the gang. “Thanks.” She released the catch and placed it around Sandra’s neck and closed the catch. She looked at her partner in the mirror.
“Thank you hun,” said Sandra and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
They both smiled and left continuing towards the gallery. As they passed one of the food vendors on site, Sandra suggested, “Food, I’m hungry.”
“Same here,” she said as her stomach made grumbling sound.
They both stopped and joined the back of the queue. When they got to the front the Skate-park Stage had just start to play and the voice from the singer was high pitched screems rather than actual words or lyrics. Sandra’s arm slipped through hers and the pair passed the marquee. Stood near the back was the stage’s steward, they nodded at him.
He looked back and made the sign of ‘Arh’ to the music and singing. They approached the Gallery and saw Hinita and her two dogs sat on the ground. Sat on a Rudeashean Drum was a tall gent, he was very quietly playing a beat. She looked at him play and realized, ‘I need to play again.’
Hinita stood when she saw the three and walked towards them saying when she was close enough, “What the hell happened earlier?”
“We had an incedent at Gate Two, the power and sound being killed were as a precaution. It’s back though,” she replied.
“Yeah I know. I saw how you looked at James, do you play Nibs?”
“I did a couple of years ago.” She smiled at her saying, “Any sessions tomorrow I could join in on?”
“Yeah James is planning a couple of workshops tomorrow afternoon evening.”
“I’ll be here,” she said. The four then walked into the actual Gallery and browsed the exhibits.
*****
A while later after all the revealers had been cleared from the site, Sandra and her were walking back to the crew area when Sandra stopped and looked out-side the fencing. Sandra said, “Hun look at the person sat there.” She pointed at him.
She looked over and saw the gent sitting there. “I wonder if that’s Adrian, from what you said earlier today I think he could be.”
“I’m surprised he’s sat there and not someplace warm.”
“Some people need space after what happened tonight. We can’t know what was going through his mind during the take down. I can guess but that’s from someone trained in combat.”
The three started to walk again and she said, “I hope he’s going to be alright out there.”
“I would have thought so. I hope he’s got someplace to go as I don’t think he’s going to be coming in here.”
She looked her as if to ask ‘why?’
“Melanine and Griffit.” her face was ‘You should know hun’.
“Oh, yeah I forgot this has been such a great night I forgot that this isn’t run by the Gangrels. You’ll be surprised at how many big events we don’t get to this is my first true festival.”
The three walked back into the crew area and they smiled at everyone who was sat around the fire.
Malla walked in just behind the pair saying as she passed them, “People of the festival we made this evening even with the problems, over three thousand decks which means tomorrow and Sumdar’s taking are profit for next year.”
Everyone around the fire chorused, “Yeah.” Everyone looked very happy at the news.
Chapter 23 — Festival Savraday
Nibs lay in the tent, beside her was Sandra, who like her, had loved the Frodar evening.
“If today is anything like yesterday, then it will be very good,” she said.
“Yeah,” responded Sandra.
She sat up as the front of the tent rustled. “Who is it?”
“Joanna, I’ve got your washing in a bag, I’ll leave it outside the tent.”
“Ok Jo, thanks,” called Sandra.
She grabbed one of the crew tops and slipped it over her head, afterwards she opened the door and brought the bag in. She closed the front and sorted the clean clothes into two piles. She took one of her three clean bras and pants sets and put them on, these were joined by the clean trousers and a clean crew top.
Sandra soon joined her in getting dressed and the pair exited the tent with Daraus on his lead. Damieel handed them both a coffee as they walked towards the fire pit.
Tina was sat looking very contented at things and how the last few weeks had worked out. “Hi you two, have a good evening last night?”
“Great thanks.”
“I wonder what today will bring?” responded Sandra.
“Yeah true,” responded Malla from the kitchen area.
After she had sat down, she asked, “What is the time?”
“07:35,” replied Malla, “I’ve not been to bed yet and I won’t go to bed until effectively Moroth when I’m home and had a bath. I’ll be back Torbar to help break the festival.” She walked out and sat around the still going fire. “I have to admit, this is the first year I’ve been to when we’ve not had to relight the fire at least once. You lot keep some strange hours though. I noticed Sandra sleeping yesterday and you doze as well Nibs.”
“It’s something mum and dad taught both me and Paul when we were little.”
She saw Paul and Gary walk back in from a patrol of the site and Paul placed his hands on Sandra’s shoulders and looked loving at his sister.
Having completed their latest circuit of the site Paul and Gary both walked back into the Crew area and saw Tina, Nibs, and Sandra had all woken.
Joanna then left the toilet and headed for the Crew area.
Paul walked so he was behind his twin sister and looked down at her. She looked up at him and smiled. ‘The only way this could be better is having mum and dad alive,’ he thought. He then looked at his sister’s partner and she was also smiling looking into the fire.
He moved and took the seat beside Sandra and smiled as Damieel walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray with some cups on.
Joanna also sat down and said, “This has been the best festival ever. I’ve never stewarded a festival which has the vibe this one does.”
“What is the vibe?” asked Malla as she walked out from the kitchen carrying a couple of cups. She passed one to Nibs, who nodded ‘thanks’.
“It’s difficult to describe, but I’m feeling as if I am safe and a lot of the punters are enjoying it more this year as well.”
“I’ve had comments in the information tent about the new security system in place. A few people have asked who found the people in black, they are curtious, helpful and very professional. All I do is smile and say, ‘I know, we have to thank one of the past members for the help’.” Malla then took a sip from her cup and asked, “Up until this week I’ve never heard the name Gangrel Street gang, and yet some one said you guys have 1100 plus members, how come?”
Gary was the first to reply, “The simplest reason is that we don’t advertise as other gangs do other than we are all members of the Gith culture. Most of our members come from either families of previous members or the brother or sisters of current members, we also take members from those disadvantaged by society.”
Joanna looked at Gary with a face that asked ‘what’. She asked, “Disadvantaged by society?”
“Yes Joanna,” Sandra replied. “My partner Nibs arrived at the school most of the Vixens attended ten months ago and became the other major street gang at the school favourite target. Rules of the school meant we were unable to intervene as they were also bullying a few other members of the student population, but none to the level of Nibs’ suffering. At that point we only knew her male side. She may have walked out with top marks but that’s due to intelligence and strength of character, but by being bullied she is disadvantaged by the school culture.” She took a mouthful and continued, “As is our way I asked everyone what they thought about us inviting Nibs to join us. Everyone had no problem and so I broke into his place and looked at the person Nibs is, it’s now that I find out she’s is Trans and it’s then I understand the depression she seems to be suffering from.”
She felt the hand of her partner squeeze her hand in an affectionate manner.
“Come the end of exams party to which we invited both Nibs and Tom, one of the other favourite targets, and it’s then we ask her to join the Bitch Vixens, she accepts and here we are now.”
After she had finished Paul said, “When we get home we are planning on asking another member disadvantage by her school, from across the street to us. She lost her mum a couple of years ago, dad is temp worker and some days Bill, her brother, stays off school to look after Damien and any of the other two young ones who is ill. We know she is being bullied as she only joined the school a couple of years ago, and before she was attending Rotork Academy, but due to her mum’s disappearance she had to transfer. She was the PA to the President of the then Rotork and now president of Naban. We’ve met her old school friends from the Rotork Academy, a bunch of stuck up toffs a few weren’t but that was to do with where their families and the culture they grew up in. I know she’s been suffering from depression which I think has gotten to the point where she’s thought about sucide. That would devastate the family.” Paul took mouthful of his drink.
“That is something we as Gangrels do our best to avoid and attempt to stop, before it hits the suffers,” she said. “I like Amy a lot and I know it would devastate me if something bad was to happen. I would start a hunt and go after the reason for it, and in this case it’s a one Abilgail Miller and her friends. A Gangrel on the war path is best avoided.”
*****
After Nibs and Sandra’s first shift of the day, the pair left the crew area after the shift changed and were caught up by Abs and Tina.
Tina asked, “Where you two going?”
“To play some Rudeashean drums,” she replied smiling at the pair.
“You going to join us?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah, why not,” replied Abs.
A few minutes later they arrived at the Gallery and found James and the others just getting ready.
Hinita walked around the back of the small group setting up and asked, looking very happy that Nibs and Sandra had been able to make it. “You going to join us today?”
“Yes I am,” she replied and walked to where a pile of drums were stood. She picked one up and played the three main beat types. She made the face which said, ‘this is well strung’.
She joined the others whilst a few people twirled Poi and other items across the main festival goer’s route-way. One of the small group was twirling a 5ft staff.
After no more than five minutes a few more people had joined the group drumming and James started the workshop. She listened to what James was telling those who had never played before. He started the first beat and after a few minutes the group were playing the base beat and James played the over beats and passed it to Hinita who after a short while passed to her.
Everything Cubaddar had taught her and all the feelings she had felt when she played, returned. She played the over beat for a good thirty seconds then passed it back to James. After a short while he brought the beat to a finish and started a second beat which she knew and matched James beat for beat, response for counter response.
After he had brought that beat to a close he asked, “You know of any beats?”
“Yeah, except I don’t know how easy they will be for everyone as I was taught them by native Rudeashean.”
“Who cares, start slow and we’ll try and pick them up.”
“Ok,” she replied and smiled as she played the first base note and then played the main beat slowly for a good six runs and then when she could see everyone had it she started to get faster. James and Wayne took over playing the backing beat and let her fly.
*****
Inside the Gallery a tall dark skinned gent heard the work shop start and after a couple of beats had finished he heard a traditional beat of the eastern tribe, his tribe. This person knew the beat well, he walked out and saw the drummers playing and behind then were a group of people twirling Poi and other items in time with the beats.
He walked to the end of the semi-circle grabbing himself a chair as he went. Just as he sat down he unslung his drum, taking it from its bag. As the female opposite him hit a response and counter-response section of the beat, James and the others played the counter response they had been taught, except he played the traditional counter-response, the one other tribes and families used to signal they had heard the message.
He looked at each person seeing the experienced ones, he came to rest on the last person in the line, she was the leader of the circle for this beat and passed the lead to him for a while. He played and the intensity of the playing rose to a whole new level. After a good minute he passed it back to her and she brought it to a halt. After it was finished all of the group and others standing around listening clapped the beat and the two leaders.
One of the experienced players said, “That was incredible. You know any good beats that you want to teach us mate?”
“Yeah I have a few,” he said and started to slowly play a beat.
*****
Nibs looked at the new arrival and heard the beat start. She instantly knew the beat as one of the Rudeashean beats she had learnt during her and Cubbadar’s visits to his home tribe. As he played she saw in him the style of the player, a style she had seen only Cubbadar use. She smiled inwardly as one of her friends from her travels was sat opposite her, playing with her without knowing who was opposite him.
After the beat was finished she stood up and walked around the back of the group. She placed the drum where the spares had been and knelt down beside him and asked him in fluent Rudeashean, “Did you know a gent who went by the name Nick Calton?”
“I did know a gent by that name a very fine player and student.”
“Bloody hell, it is, Cubbe, I’m the new and improved Nick or as I am called now, Nibs.”
His eyes opened in surprise and stopped playing the next beat which James had started. “Where the hell is your drum.” He didn’t look very happy at the fact.
“I gave it to Jarrina when I left, I hope she still has it?”
“She does and she still plays her heart out on it. She never said where she got it from.”
She smiled as she remembered Jarrina, she came to the group without a drum and some sessions she wasn’t able to play as all the spares had been taken by other players, but when she did play she was good.
“She wouldn’t have known it was me unless she could recognize the patterns on it, I left it the day of departure at 05:00BN.”
Cubbadar smiled at the present Nick had given a fellow drummer, the drum he had made him, “Why leave it behind?”
“Come and meet some very special people, I know one will very definitely want to meet you.”
Cubbadar stood up and one of the people watching asked him, after some else had picked up the last spare drum, “Can I?” and she indicated she wanted to play.
“Yeah,” replied Cubbadar and handed his drum to her. she sat in the seat he had vacated.
As the pair moved off, she replied, “When I left I never thought I would have the chance to play again and I haven’t until now been in a position to play. Why carry something that you are never going to use again?”
“Yeah, true. You would have had weight issues with moving, and you didn’t move to Suraban from Rudeash?”
She looked over to where Sandra was sitting and saw Daraus laying beside her, he looked asleep. “No, I went to South Aticca and from there to Ne-U-Bar. Then to here and the hell that was the high school I was sent to, but through that I meet my life partners Sandra and Daraus.” She then looked around for Tina and Abs who were a short distance away practicing and learning how to twirl Poi.
When the pair had arrived at where Sandra was sitting she said, “Hun, I want you to meet someone from my past, the guy who taught me how to play Rudeashean Drums and loads of other useful things.” Cubbadar and she sat down and as the sun was strong and quite warm she took out the shades. She said, “Cubbadar meet my partners Sandra and Daraus.”
“Good afternoon miss,” responded Cubbadar. “You’ve lost none of your playing skills.”
“That is a compliment coming from you Cubbadar. How is the rest of the circle?”
Cubbadar said in reply after thinking about it, “The circle is still going strong, my sister says she still thinks of you as one of the nicest foreigners she has known. I also bring a message from the Language 101 teacher you destroyed from the stories I’ve heard. She apologises to you and the class the following week, she took a few days off to recover.”
She remembered some of the swear terms she had used and smiled. “Would you mind taking a message back and you need to take my phone number and email, and I need yours.”
“Damn true,” said Cubbadar as Abs and Tina walked over each carrying a pair of poi.
“Cubbadar meet Tina and Abs, two of the many new friends I have here in Suraban.”
“Hi, Cubbadar. Very interesting name,” asked Abs as she and Tina sat down.
“It’s a traditional Tribal name. I have standard name as well, but I like Cubbadar.”
After fifteen minutes of catching up, Cubbadar, Sandra and her all got up and went back to the circle. Where they started to play.
*****
06:00AN
Nibs and Sandra were stood watching a local rock band play to the audience in the Stage 1 Marquee. The lead gui-dram player was making it sing notes she had only heard from some of her un-heard music collection. She looked around the listeners and saw a female stood near one of the main marquee support poles. She took a closer look at the person and saw tell-tale things that marked people as Trans.
“Stay here hun, I need to check something.” She moved away and walked towards the woman, who was almost dancing to the music. She stood beside her and looked at the person and recognized from her pictures on Trans-Youth as Chloe-Yinst. “Chloe-Yinst?” she asked inquiringly.
Chloe turned and looked at her and went to say something, she then looked away and looked back saying, “Nicki?”
“Yes, I was once called that, I now go by the name Nibola Calton or Nibs to my friends. Come and join me and my partners.” She grabbed her hand and led Chloe to where Sandra was standing smiling at the two.
“Good evening young lady,” said Sandra when they had arrived.
“Hun meet Chloe from Trans-Youth. Chloe meet Sandra and Daraus.”
“Hi,” responded Chloe. “How come? On your profile you said you were trapped by family.”
“That’s my old one, I updated it just under three weeks ago, and I put up a couple of new pictures, one of the new me, and a second of Sandra and me. Hun we need to get a new one of all three of us.” She indicated she meant Daraus as well.
“I’ve been kind of busy, looking after mum and my younger brother. They are thankfully away for a few days which has given me the break I needed. Seeing your post about here gave me the incentive to come.”
“And it’s good that you did, the more trans people who come out the better it is for everyone,” said Sandra.
Tina, Abs and Cubbadar walked into the tent carrying a couple of trays of burgers and drinks.
“I think outside and enjoy the sun,” suggested Abs.
“Yeah, why not,” she said.
The group walked out and found a spot where they could see the stage. “Guys meet Chloe a friend from Trans-Youth. Chloe meet Tina a fellow trans woman, Abs her partner and Cubbadar a friend of mine from Rudeash.”
“The pleasure is all mine, miss,” responded Cubbadar.
This made Chloe blush a deep crimson and look away in embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed hun,” said Tina, “Cubbadar put into words what I know I was thinking and I’m certain Abs was thinking similar.”
“May I say from a genetic woman’s perspective you look good in that dress, it suits you,” said Abs.
“Not even my trans friends say things like that,” responded Chloe and she blushed again.
“Hun, I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for these people. You being here is excellent before I went full time I thought I would never meet the people I chat to. Since coming out, I’ve met Tracy, Robert and Fiona a few weeks ago, at Dark Zone Youth Centre.”
“Yeah I know those guys, they said they would try and make this evening and tomorrow,” replied Chloe smiling and looking very happy.
“Food,” said Abs and handed covered warm boxes to Sandra and her. Cubbadar then passed around the drinks
“It will be good to see them again,” said Tina.
“Yeah that’s true,” she said and she then took a mouthful as a gent walked out of the tent looking for someone and walked towards the group.
“Chloe, you said you wouldn’t move.” Haben-pride sat down beside Chloe and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Sorry, I met a friend from the Young Trans site. Nibs meet Haben-pride.”
She looked at him and smiled, “We’ve already met.”
“How?” enquired Chloe expecting an answer.
“Remember I volunteer as a steward and crew for the festival,” replied Haben-pride.
“Yeah I’ve busy until today.”
“Meet four members of the festival security team.”
Chloe stared in shock at Haben-pride and slowly turned and stared at Nibs. “I never took you for being security personal.”
All four girls smiled at Chloe. “You need to read mine and Tina’s profiles, we all are members of the Gangrel Street Gang. I joined when I went full time and haven’t looked back since.”
“I definitely would have never taken you for even thinking about street gangs or anything to do with the street culture Nibs. You never struck me as being that way inclined.”
“The time when you and me chatted Chloe, a lot of it was the depression talking. I’m a full Street Ghost and have been for almost seven months, I know people like Damien Ruthouse and Tiamus.”
Now it was Haben-pride turn to stare at Nibs. “How?” he asked. “Those two are names at the top of their game. I’m listed as an associate and I will remain one until I am ready to become a full. John has already said he is willing to be my sponsor.”
She then told Haben-pride and Chloe how she met Damien and Tiamus.
At the end of the tale she said, “We have a security shift to get ready for.”
“True and I have a stewarding shift to get ready for.” Everyone got up and looked at Chloe sat on the grass. Haben-pride said to her, “You coming hun?”
Chloe looked up at everyone and said, “Oh sorry.” She then stood up and grabbed Haben-pride’s hand and the group walked back around Stage 1 to the Crew area and their shifts.
*****
After the steward and security briefing for the last shift finished Haben-pride, Chloe, Vartoughi-rose Sandra and Nibs all walked out as a roving team. Vartoughi-rose was six foot three inches tall and towered over the rest of the group. She came from Hipotite and her Basic was not brilliant, but she knew Deebinian pretty well. Chloe and Haben-pride were hand in hand as was Sandra and her. Stage 1 was undergoing a band change and so was playing random music tracks from a DD player.
Tim was standing in the entrance to Beer Tent 1 in his left hand was a plastic glass of what ever beer the bar was selling and a burger was in the other. He smiled and nodded at the group as they walked past. Sandra and she both nodded a reply, their faces were ones of joy and happiness.
She said, “I don’t know what could be better, I’m here with my partners and a friend from the one place that has kept me sane over the past ten months the last three weeks I’m not including and have the possibility of meeting more.”
“Not much,” said Chloe. “I’m trying to work out what has changed in you, you were always a good ear in the room, a person a lot of us turned to for someone to shout and rant at. The advice you gave, gave a lot of us a boost especially in my case and a kick up the arse in Tracy’s case.”
She looked questionally at Chloe.
“What you don’t know?”
“No, this is the first I’ve heard of me giving Tracy a kick.”
“Yeah, not actually in the chat room, when you met her at Dark Zone. If she gets here tonight I think you’re see what I mean.”
Nibs broke away from Sandra and walked towards the Gallery. James sitting out side tensioning a drum. “James.”
James looked up and replied, “Yes Nibs.”
“Your choice, pick me two drums and set them aside I’ll pay for them tomorrow after I’ve been to a cash point.”
“Ok.” James smiled. “Bring me 20decks for each, and play with me Wayne and a couple of others when the fire show is on.”
“Done, I’ll make sure Cubbadar is also there.”
James smiled at her statement.
“I’ll pick them up later, I want them for tonight in the crew area.”
“Yeah, I’m going to be there as well.”
She left James and caught the group up as they passed the Skate board stage and the Huntress cover band that was playing.
As they approached Gate 4 Ruth who was that Gate’s security saw them and smiled. She walked over to them and said quietly to her, “I know I saw Adrian earlier today, and I swear he left with a couple of people dressed in similar fashions.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “Sandra and I saw him last night after the festival closed sat on one of the mounds and we know he slept there last night.”
“Well I hope he’s ok now.”
She smiled at her saying, “If he did then I think he will be safe and brought back to the straight and narrow.”
The group moved on from the gate and entered Traders Zone 2. In the large arena that separated Trader Zone 1 from Zone 2 was a judging workshop. They saw Tina and Abs watching, they both had wrapped the pair of poi around their waists and tucking the ends into the trousers. Most of the stalls were open and they seemed to be doing a good trade as most had quite a few people in them.
“Remind me hun, I want one of the skirts from here as a memory reminder.”
“I thought you had an eidetic memory.”
“For conversations, involving me hun. I remember everything else in the same way as everyone else.”
Sandra’s face looked as if she was going to say something but she said nothing. As they walked through the Zone they came upon the second Beer tent and the entry to the Chill Out Zone. People were streaming through the massive archway coming in from Gate 3, the second main gate. Walking down the path that had been made by the people walked Fiona, Robert, Alli and a couple of new faces.
She tapped Chloe on the shoulder and pointed to them. She bounced up and down really happy they had made it and she walked towards them.
One of the two security men working the beer tent walked over and said, “Nice take down last night.”
“Thanks, not to excessive I hope.”
“No the boss says thanks as well, he’s been having trouble from the gang and I think the take down removed the head of the gang,”
Nibs smiled at the news, and thought ‘I need to contact Peter about what happened to the guys they took away.’
Chloe walked back with the group of five and then she realized one of the two new faces was Tracy, she was now very Gith as was Alli in appearance. Fiona was wearing her usual style of clothing mini skirts, revealing top and a pair of low heeled court shoes her hair was in a pair of bunches and her make up was not to heavy, but you knew she was after something else. Robert was wearing a pair of jeans, a baggy t-shirt, and a pair of walking boots. Alli and Tracy were Giths, plain and simple, they both were wearing dark green long flowing skirts, and a top that hinted at what was below. The last girl was in general everyday wear of a pair of feminine light weights and a top, her shoes were a pair of flats.
“Nibs,” said Alli happy to see her friend. “This is a surprise I thought you lived over South Central?”
“Yeah I do, but Tina comes from this area and her mum and dad use to volunteer here. We saw an advert that reminded her about it. Friends allow me to introduce my life partners Sandra and Daraus.”
Sandra walked over and said, “Hi friends.”
“Hun, meet Tracy, her partner Alli, Robert and Fiona and a new person?”
“Yes, meet Jackie, this is her first time out,” said Alli.
“Hun, if you want to stay and chat, I can wander this area and meet you back here, Abs and Tina aren’t too far away as her come Dan and Leia.”
She looked at the route Tina and Abs were walking and saw Leia and Dan both heading towards the chill out zone. From behind then appeared Abs and then she saw Tina leaving one of the trader stalls. “Oh, yes, I can see them now. Ok, chat to you in a bit then.”
Tracy opened her eyes in happiness at the news that Tina was also near by.
“Yes, very nice Tracy,” she said looking Tracy up and down.
“Thank you,” replied Tracy. “Meeting you and Tina that evening and then chatting to Tybias, Simon and Sarah told me where I should be and I now live as a member of the local Gith community.”
She smiled at the news as clockwise security patrol walked up. Tina saw the group, “Hello, I never expected to see you lot here.”
“Snap,” responded Tracy.
“No Chloe lives in the area and told the room one evening about it. Alli and Robert saw some adverts and here we are.”
“Friends, meet Abs my partner.”
“Hi Abs,” said Fiona.
She saw Jackie at the back trying not be noticed and she said, “Don’t try and hide Jackie, Tina, Abs, meet Jackie this is her first time out.”
“That is good to hear,” responded Tina as she looked at Jackie stood just behind Robert, who moved aside to reveal Jackie who was blushing a crimson.
“Young lady, may I say you look lovely in that,” said Abs.
“Thank you,” came Jackie’s quiet reply.
“Just because I have good hearing doesn’t mean people can talk quietly around me,” responded Abs smiling. “Don’t be frightened, Tina and, I’m not sure with you Nibs, suffered the same nerves the first time out. Does your mum and dad know about you?”
“No, I had to change at Roberts before coming here,” replied Jackie as Sandra, Haben-pride and Vartoughi-rose returned to the arch-way.
Haben-pride walked around the group and grabbed Chloe around the waist and smiled at her friends. He then gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Very nice,” responded Fiona to the kiss.
“Lucky you Chloe,” said Tracy.
“Thanks guys,” said Chloe. She then gave Haden-pride a kiss in reply.
“We will see you around, but I think we have some patrolling to do,” she said and the group departed the area.
As the group departed Sandra whispered in Jackie’s ear, “You look beautiful, if you get any trouble from the people here, find the nearest person wearing a high-viz and get them to contact Sandra or Nibs.”
She saw Jackie smile as she left arm in arm with Nibs.
*****
11:30AN
Stood out side the Stage 1 marquee were Nibs, Sandra and Daraus, Haden-Pride, Vartoughi-rose, Frank, Elle and Jenni were moving the festival goers out of the marquee. Celia had already buzzed the pair with her fluffy duster. This made Nibs quietly chuckle as it just seen natural that this person with a fluffy duster would just come up to you and give you a dusting almost.
Stood to the side of the marquee was a couple of gents a little worse the wear for alcohol consumption and Frank asked them move towards the exit. Nibs focused in on the conversation between the three.
“Would you please move towards the exit, there’s going to be no more music tonight mates time to go home.”
“There’s always going to be more music if we say so,” responded one, then saying, “Come on where’s the next band.”
“There’s no more bands mate, you have to leave the site,” said Frank and one tried to move around him towards the stage, where the Kim and Liam was finishing removing the last bands equipment.
Nibs moved in one motion towards Frank and was soon standing beside him blocking one of the pair whilst the other was blocked by Frank. “Would the gents please like to move towards the exit, it’s time for you two to go home and go to sleep I think. We have more music and events happening tomorrow.”
The gent who was in front of her swung his fist at her head. She saw the attack and moved her head out of the way. “Sir with the amount of alcohol you have consumed this evening and I’m had none all weekend, it wouldn’t be much of a fight and you would ‘be’ heading for the exit.”
The pair then slowly started to move towards the main gate, a short while later they bumped into some friends and got their second wind. The group headed for the main gate. She then pulled back and had Sandra and Daraus join her. Haden-pride also pulled back as there were quite a few stewards now moving the last remnants towards the exits. Stood at the main gate was Gary and Paul when the last of the people had left they closed and secured the gate.
They joined Nibs, Sandra, Daraus and Haden as they walked back towards the crew area.
“Today has been brilliant,” said Gary, “I’ve never enjoyed myself so much.”
“I know, man the music alone was more than I expected. I wish I had known about festivals a few years ago,” said Paul.
They walked back in and found Chloe, with Malla and a few other crew and stewards sat around the fire dish, enjoying the after day chill.
12:00AN
Chloe said to her, “Thank you for being you.”
“Anytime hun,” she replied. “After we got back the first time I went and found them watching James at the Gallery. I know Hinita was chatting to Jackie.”
“That’s good to hear,” she said and took a sip from the cup of Chai she was holding. The heat from the cup and the fire was warming her nicely.
“One thing I do know, they are all coming back tomorrow.”
She smiled at the news and the fact she was sitting here with friends both new and old in the form of Cubbadar. “Hun, where’s Cubbadar?”
“I think I saw him in the Gallery chatting to James and Wayne.”
Cubbadar along with James and Hinita walked back in, both Ruth and Dan had Gui-drams beside them. Cubbadar sat beside Chloe and asked, “How have you found today miss?”
“I have loved this evening. I’ve meet so many nice people, Haden-pride had said the festival was an excellent place to make new friends. He said they accept all as people not societal norms. Then to meet Nibs a friend and I may say confidant in my case was too good to be true. The traders say the female of things rather than the male which I may say is the way I see myself some days, but that’s due to my skills with make-up.”
“Now that is something I think people here and I would say Fiona would be more than willing to help you correct.”
Sandra walked back from the toilet and sat beside her.
She asked Sandra, “How much make-up have we got here hun?”
“A bit, why?”
“Tomorrow is ‘Ladies Day’ and Chloe has admitted she’s not that good at make-up.”
“Yes I see,” replied Sandra. “I think the canvas that is Chloe will look her best tomorrow, you staying on site tonight hun?”
“No,” replied Chloe.
“Get here as early as you can as a few of us are going to be wearing the same traditional Gangrel make-up.”
Chapter 24
Sumdar 08:00BN
Sat around the fire was Nibs, Malla, Celia and Ruth. Sandra, Daraus and Tina had taken the 07:30 patrol. They had probably stopped to chat as some of the cafés and eateries had arrived in the main car-park and had carried supplies across the field. The pair walked back into the crew area carrying a couple of large bags of rolls.
“A present from the Bower Café,” said Tina.
“That’s good of them,” Nibs said and she lent forward and stirred the fire back into life. She stood up and walked to the pile of wood beside the kitchen. The pile was not that big and could do with restocking. She bent down and picked up a couple of timber blocks and a couple of planks. She returned to her seat placing the planks over the few flames and the blocks beside the fire pit. “We need to restock the wood pile today.”
“Do that when Dan gets up,” said Malla.
Into the Crew area walked a happy Chloe and Haden-pride followed her in. “Good morning campers and friends.”
“Good morning Chloe,” she replied and Daraus walked in from playing with Himms and Maelstrum as they came in ahead of Hinita and Brain, both of them had slept in the Gallery as security for the exhibits.
“Good morning,” said Hinita as she sat down. “Creator do I hate the early mornings.”
“It was quite nice this morning seeing the sun come up,” said Sandra.
“I don’t mind seeing the sun up, but I then go to bed,” replied Hinita.
“Arh, ok,” said Sandra then she picked up the full kettle and hung it on the hook over the fire.
*****
10:15BN
Celia and Nibs returned to the main car-park after collecting Celia van’s worth of wood from a local building site, Dan was a steel fabricator at. After Celia had parked up close to the gate in, she climbed out and opened the side door. She grabbed a couple of the large pallets and after she had opened the harris fencing she carried them to the crew area and dropped them against then outside fence.
She turned around and saw Sandra was working on Chloe’s make-up for Ladies Day. As she had walked in she had seen a couple of the crew wearing long dresses that if they had tits looked good on them.
Cubbadar walked in wearing his traditional tribal clothes and over his shoulder was his drum. “Good morning Nibs,” said Cubbadar and then, “Good morning Malla, Sandra, Chloe.”
“Morning Cubbadar,” said Malla as she walked out of the kitchen. “Oh, your back, that was quick.”
“Yeah the wood was already piled and prepared.”
“Dan’s work is good for that,” said Celia as she carried an armful of off cut shoring and similar.
Paul and Gary both walked in and Gary headed for his tent and grabbed his head band.
“I’ll say this,” said Paul, “some of the outfits and dresses are fun and very imaginative.”
“From what I have seen I know,” she said as she headed out of the crew area. She was hoping the stall where she wanted to buy her reminder dress from was open.
A few minutes later she saw the front up and the owner was placing racks and clothes rails outside. “Good morning,” she said as she approached and saw the skirt she wanted. Just behind it was the exact opposite of the one she wanted.
The owner’s wife came out from a caravan at the back of the stall and walked to where she was standing looking at the two skirts. “Can I help?”
“Yes. No, I’ll take both thanks.”
The owner walked back in and said, “Give us thirty for the pair and I’ll throw in a couple of tops for an extra ten.”
“Done. Now to choose the right tops.”
“That is easy,” said the wife and she led her to a rack where similar tops to the skirts were hung up. “Here you go, the prefect two, and if this sun holds we are going to be in for a good afternoon and evening.”
“I hope so, it looks like the stalls and crew are getting into the mood for ‘Ladies Day’.” She took out forty decks and handed it to her and left carrying the two skirts and two tops.
As she walked back she saw James and Cubbadar sat outside the Gallery chatting and enjoying the sun. She headed for the pair and said, “Morning James.” She took out her wallet taking forty decks out and handing that to James.
James took the money and smiled asking, “You going to join the workshops this afternoon?”
“I will if I can. We are planning on entering Daraus in the dog show and team two have the security shift this afternoon.”
“Arh, ok, we hope to see then,” said James.
As she turned and walked away James asked Cubbadar, “Are you in a position to have a visitor after the summer is over. I’m planning on touring both Afrradal and Olliath to learn some new beats.”
She returned to the crew area and saw Chloe was sat around the fire pit in a long, very pretty skirt and top that you could see cleavage, but it was subtle. She took a good look the her chest and realised they were forms and not natural. The make-up Chloe was wearing was subtle and without knowing she was trans it would be difficult to tell. Sandra had done an excellent job of doing her make-up. She saw Sandra backing out of the tent. “Hun I have a surprise for you.”
Sandra’s eyes lit up and she stood waiting for her surprise.
She took out of the bag the skirt and top combination. She looked at it and said. “That’s yours isn’t it?”
“No, they had the exact opposite skirt behind the one I wanted, which is also in the bag with a similar top.”
“Thank you hunny,” said Sandra looking very happy. “We’ve done Chloe’s make-up for the day, your next hun.”
“Right then shall we.” She followed Sandra after taking her small make-up bag from the inner tent. “You did a good on Chloe’s make-up. If you didn’t know she was trans I would have said she was a real girl.”
“Thank Tina for the base, I hate doing that bit. I excel at the finishing touches, I’m doing simple Gangrel make-up today for the two of us. Abs and Tina I think are doing the same.”
After thirty minutes sitting in the chair in front of three small mirrors she was finished. Sandra and her then disappeared and changed into the festival skirts and tops. She came out first and walked to the seat beside Chloe. “That is a nice skirt and top,” she said.
“Thanks Nibs,” replied Chloe looking very happy, “Big Malla has already committed on it too and you look very festival in that.”
“Thank you, I feel in a festival mood,” she said.
Sandra soon exited the tent and did the front up, she joined her and Chloe around the fire.
Big Malla came out of the kitchen area carrying a tray on which were four mugs all of them steaming with freshly made hot Chai. She passed each a cup and the sat down as well.
“Where’s Daraus?” she asked Sandra.
“Tina, Abs, Willoo, and Katterina took him for a walk, hopefully he will be good for the dog show.”
“We can but hope,” she said and took a sip from the cup. She smiled when the sweet spices and flavours of Big Malla’s Chai slipped down her throat. “Malla I need your receipt, I love this Chai.”
Malla smiled in reply saying, “Ok, on one condition you lot come next year and each year after that or provide us with as good a security setup.”
“The best answer we can give is we’ll try. I never got the figures for yesterday’s takings?”
“Ask Vee, I’ve not even been told them either, but from her face as she left to go home with the evening’s takings, was very much one of happiness.”
“And that happiness is cause we took yesterday over 15,000 decks, that has paid for next year.”
Malla smiled a big smile, “At last we are self sufficient and today’s money is profit to be ploughed into the local community.”
Vee walked to the fire pit and sat down, happily smiling at the news. “The money aside, this year has had a different vibe to the festival. Everyone is having a lot more fun.”
“Don’t know, I’ve had comments from the festival goers and they have said they feel safer this year than they have over the past few years. To be honest it’s you guys that have had that effect, some have asked you who guys are and if they can employ you to security their events.”
Sandra put her cup on the ground and said, “Damn I wish we had known, we could have put together a display of things, and probably brought in a couple of people to be a front end for us.” After a few seconds of thinking Sandra said, “Can you remember who asked you?”
“No,” replied Malla.
“Ok. Tell you what, I’ll give you commands number and get the people to ring then, it’s the best people to enquire off.”
*****
12:00BN
Team two and the steward shift that would be working with them were in the steward area being briefed by John and Nibs. At the end of the briefing John said, “Have fun out there and remember the security teams and people are there as a detraint to those who like to thief or blag.”
Sat in the stewards were Alli and Robert, as both were old enough to volunteer. Sat beside Alli was Tracy and Chloe was with Haden, Jackie and Fiona were stood at the back with Tina and Abs. Jackie was in a long straight velvet material dress, Tracy had lent it to her along with the top she was wearing as the outfit she had on yesterday evening was her only one, other than odd assortment of other clothes.
Jackie suddenly said, “Tina, I think mum and dad would be ok with me being Jackie, but I think they need to see more adult members rather than Tracy or Fiona.”
“No problem hun, either me or Nibs would be more than happy to.”
“Thanks, when Tracy and Alli persuaded me to come out they will tell you I was scared as hell about it, but Robert said he would be my chaperone.”
Tina smiled saying, “And now you’re here?”
“I love it, I’m still a little scared of talking to people, but I think that will go when I get more practice.”
“Tina, do you know who did Chloe’s make-up it’s excellent,” asked Jackie.
“Yes, me and Sandra,” she replied. She looked at the make-up Jackie had on now and she asked, “May I ask who did yours this morning?”
“Most of it I did, Tracy finished it off for me.”
Sandra and Nibs both walked over after the briefing was over smiling Alli and Robert were on roving patrol with Tina and Abs, Haden and Keeley would be with Nibs and Sandra. Vartoughi-rose hadn’t been able to get the time off her job at the local hypermarket to help on the day shifts.
“We have thirty minutes before the gates open, I think a last patrol before we open, you know you two will be the only security on patrol whilst the Dog Show is on.”
“Yes Nibs we do,” she said, “Sandra, when we get back from the first patrol have a go at Jackie’s make-up.”
Sandra looked at the make-up Jackie had on and nodded. “Yes, I think we can do something here.”
The group turned and walked out of the Steward’s Area and into the main area of the festival.
Sandra asked, “Which way?”
“If you don’t mind I think we’ll go that way,” said Abs. She was pointing towards the Gallery.
“No problem at all,” replied Nibs and then her group headed off in the direction of the Theatre.
Tina’s group turned and started to walk towards the Gallery.
“I have a question Tina, Abs. How would I go about joining the Gangrels?” asked Jackie
“The best way for those not disadvantage by society would be to find the nearest one to you and go and ask,” she replied.
As the group walked the traders were putting the finishing touches to their stalls the beer tent had been open for about thirty minutes. Even the staff behind the bar looked like they were getting into the spirit on things. The head bouncer was standing at the entrance and nodded hello at the group as they passed.
As the group moved away from the Beer Tent Alli said, “That bouncer is an arrogant son of a … I swear when he’s working the door he personally touch searches the older female teenagers through the door of the Club I and a lot of the local Gith community use, it’s also used by others.”
“In what way?” asked Abs looking concerned at what Alli was saying.
“I don’t know, but I swear he gets turned on as from about 13:00 onwards he always chatting to the girls he seemed to take special attention of, once I saw he almost have one guy thrown out because he was chatting to one pretty blond girl. I left very near the end of the night and she was sat at the far end of the bar, not even thinking of leaving. I found out outside she was the 15 side of 16, she looked 18, 19 in her short mini and all the rest of the slut look, no offence to Fiona, but that is the only way to describe her.”
“Sounds like someone the local Gangrels should be looking at. Do you think he knew her age?” asked Abs as James, Hinita, and Cubbadar were all sat outside the Gallery. Brain walked out and joined them in sitting outside, the sun was beating down, hot but not too hot, there was also a light breeze blowing which kept the heat and sun stroke victims down, as the previous day the first aiders had been run off their feet with people who had had to much sun.
“This has been the best weekend I’ve had. Meeting you guys, the traders, a couple have apologised to me when they have made a mistake. I think Robert or Alli have pulled them up on it.”
“That is good to here,” responded Abs, “We were very lucky in being Giths, and to society Giths are strange and so we were able to get away with it. I think it was three months.”
“No six months before I got rid of the facial hair, they Gangrels do care for their members. I’m under a Gender re-assignment specialist, but at the moment I’m leaving things as they are and when and if I do decide to have the op, it’s a four week wait and I’m under the knife.”
“That’s nice to hear,” said Fiona as the Skate Board stage was gearing up.
Stood in the entrance way was For-un who smiled at the group as they approached.
When they had approached she asked, “No problems last night?”
“No, just waiting on the first band to arrive and the Skaterz Display Team are ready to start the workshop and displays. So we’re pretty much set for the day.”
Jackie looked upset as they moved away. “What’s up hun?” she asked.
“I wish I had my trousers here, I use to blade and I know the Skaterz Display Team have a very good Blade Team. I think two of the world’s best Extreme Sportz Bladers come from the Skaterz Blade Team.”
“You every done it in competions?” asked Alli sounding interested.
Jackie replied, “No I was never that good, it was more a method of getting me around and keeping me fit.”
Kim walked over from EMU Gate 8 and smiled at them. “You wouldn’t mind waiting here whilst I do something?”
“No, it’s what we ate suppose to do,” said Alli.
Kim disappeared towards the toilet block.
*****
Nibs, Sandra, Haden, Keeley, Chloe and Fiona walked through the Traders Zone they approached the small craft zone.
The zone was small as only three craftsman had come to this years festival. One of the three was a leather worker who was sat out under his work awing working a strip of leather. The second was a traditional joiner and sat outside was a few of the items she had made. The third was a tailor a couple of manikins had her wears on.
She said, “I’ll catch you up I need to pick something up.”
“Ok, hun,” replied Sandra.
She walked to where the leather crafter was working, she smiled at him as he looked up and saw her approach. He stood up and turned towards a table alongside his live in van.
She stood on the edge of the awing and awaited his approach.
“Arh Miss, there you are,” said the gent, he picked up what she had come to collect and pay for.
She took out her wallet and took out the 50decks they had agreed on, on Frodar evening. She looked around the work area and saw the work he was working on and the tool that sat beside it. ‘That’s how they do it,’ she thought as the blunt ended piece of wood and damp leather, ‘Then edge the design.’
The gent walk over carrying her two short staves fitted to a pair of holders that would hang down beside her legs and be looped over the utility belt she wore.
She asked, “The edging tool you are using, where would I get one from?”
“Any good leather suppliers.”
*****
12:35BN
Sandra, Nibs, Haden, Keeley, Chloe and Fiona all walked back in just ahead of Tina’s group. Sandra waited for the other group and as they approached she had a good look at Jackie’s face and thought, ‘I think simple and bring out her eyes, they have a real piercing quality to them.’ As they walked in she guided Jackie to the seat set up in front of three mirrors.
Tina followed and said to the pair, “Back in a sec. Jackie, clean off all the make you have on now and begin to work a good amount of moisturizer in.”
“Ok,” replied Jackie as she sat down and Sandra passed the cleansing pads to her.
“I leave the initial stages of the work to Tina. That part I find hard, and she has an eye for where you will need covering,” she said as Tina, Fiona and Tracy walked back.
Fiona and Tracy both sat and watched the transformation.
Tina looked over the various make-up items and selected a light concealer and started to apply it after the moisturizer had been worked in.
Twenty minutes later Jackie sat around the fire with a new look to her face and the knowledge of how to do it herself. She turned and looked at Tracy getting sorted and she hoped learning from true experts.
After Nibs and Abs had arrived back at the crew area, Tracy was sat with Jackie smiling, laughing and chatting about something. She walked to the front of her tent and grabbed her cup. She turned and headed for the kitchen opening the urn of Chai. She saw it was about half full so she poured herself a drink. As she walked out Sandra indicated by making a T sign with her hands that she wanted a drink. She walked to the front of the tent taking Sandra’s mug and filling it with Chai. She took it to Sandra and saw Fiona’s new look. “Now that’s different.” As the very subdued but revealing of beauty make up brought out features that the look she had used covered before.
“Yeah, when Fiona removed the make-up she had on I saw a beauty in the face that is I would say only enhanced by what we have done,” said Sandra.
“Very much so hun, here, your chai,” she said.
“I think I need to look seriously at my wardrobe,” said Fiona, “I so feel like a classy woman, rather than the slut I thought I was,”
She turned around and returned to the fit pit joining the rest of the group. Tina walked over as it was all now up to Sandra’s skill in the finishing touches.
“Tina, how many belt holsters do we have in the van, the shoulder holster rig is beginning to chafe a bit?”
“I think we have ten, generic fabric ones and five leg holsters.”
She got up and started towards the vans. She stopped, turned and asked, “Which one?”
“White, lower left rear, I think. That’s where they are I remember seeing them as I went rummaging for the fat-blade,” said Abs
She walked to the white van and slide the side door open. She climbed in, turned heading down towards the back. She stopped and stouped opening the cupboard where the holsters were. She found the fabric holsters and magazine pouch. She took a set and closed the door, returning to her seat. She slipped her Delt 357 out and slotted it home into the belt holster. She fitted it just behind the left leg short stave holder.
“Hey, they look new Nibs?” asked Tina.
“Yeah, the leather-worker in the Craft Area made them for me yesterday, I’ve just picked them up,” she said.
“We’ve also got rid of a complete hide, he’s going to be around later to take a look at that we have,” said Abs.
“That’s a point, has Hinita seen you Abs about some skins for the drums?”
“No she’s not yet, I’ll catch her next patrol.”
Fiona stood up and joined the friends around the Fire Pit.
She said when Fiona had sat down, “Ladies and gents shall we go and spend the afternoon and evening enjoying the festival.”
“Yeah,” said some of the friends and they stood up whilst she put more wood onto the fire.
*****
02:15AN
Tina, Abs, Alli, Tracy, Robert, Fiona and Jackie were slowly walking the security route whilst Nibs and Sandra got ready for the dog show.
The group slowly walked up passed the Skate Board Stage and the Bladers Team were performing a display in the skate board park. Stood behind the fencing were a small crowd, at one end was a husband, wife and younger child. Jackie saw them and went very pale indeed and had to stop.
She turned looking quite concerned and saw Jackie’s face and asked, “What’s up?”
“My mum, dad, and brother is stood watching the Bladers.”
“Arh,” she responded. “Well it makes things a bit more interesting then. I don’t know what you look like in male mood but I doubt they will be able to recognize you, and if they do then we cross the bridge about them having a chat with us. I do think Nibs and Sandra would be better for it as she has known you a lot longer than I have.”
The group walked over to the railing and Tina and Abs stood between Jackie and her parents.
Jackie’s dad said to one of the guys leaning against the inside of the railings, “I wish Adam was here, he would love to watched you guys go.”
“Why, is he a bit of a blader then?”
“Yeah, he has a pair and uses them, but I don’t think he’s ever gone near a skateboard park.”
“Tell him, we run afternoon and evening sessions here at the weekends through out the summer and we are also organising a trip to the World Extreme Games Championships when it happens in Echo County.”
“Ok, thanks,” said Jackie’s dad.
Tina and Abs both turned and ushered the rest of the group away.
“Remember what your dad said, he saw you watching them,” said Abs.
“See he didn’t recognize you,” she said.
*****
02:00BN
Nibs and Sandra walked to where Stephanine was registering dogs and their owners for the Dog show.
Stephanine saw them join the back of the queue and when they arrived at her she said, “All-ready registered. I did that earlier.”
“Thanks, Abs and Tina are patrolling we’re on communications though,” Nibs said. Stephanine turned to one of her helpers and handed him the clipboard she was carrying and walked with the pair to an empty area where they all sat down.
“Thank you for coming,” said Stephanine. “I honestly don’t know what we would have done without you on Frodar.”
“Thanks. Thank Tina and her family more than the rest of us,” she said. “She suggested coming.”
After waiting for thirty minutes for the start of the Dog Show whilst the final entrants and the the obstacle course was set up inside the arena.
Daraus walked at Sandra’s heel into the arena the obstacles were setup ready for him. He looked around at the people watching and the human inside him thought, ‘Lets try and win this for my friends.’
Sandra led him to the see-saw and stood at the middle and said, “Come on Daraus. Come to me.”
He padded to her, sat down and looked up at her. Sandra bent down and picked him up. Sandra walked back to the start of the obstacle. Sandra said, “Up the slope Daraus. You know exactly what I want.”
‘Yeah of course I do Sandra, I’m having some fun and making a lot of people laugh.’
This time when Sandra had returned to the middle he walked to the exact middle and made the whole balance go horizontal with the floor. He just sat there looking up at her. Sandra moved towards the opposite end to the one he started on and he jumped down and followed her, to the laughter of the crowd, including Nibs.
Sandra looked at him and looked as if what had given up on the balance and they walked to the next obstacle which was a small jump except the area beneath the bar was open. He walked right underneath it and smiled at Sandra as if he had been a good boy.
“Daraus follow me.” Sandra walked round to the other side and stepped over the bar. He followed and again he walked right under the bar. “Not under, over, jump over the bar Daraus.”
The rest of the course was the same, he did the opposite to what Sandra wanted him to do.
At the end of the course he got 4.5 from one judge, 4.6 from a second and a 5 from the third judge, which gave a respectable score of 14.1.
After they had finished it and left the arena Nibs bent down and made a big fuss of Daraus which got the resultant lick in reply.
After all the other entrants had completed Daraus got third place behind a couple of incredibly funny dogs and owners, but he only lost first place by 0.3 so the partners weren’t too unhappy by that. Then the next competition was ‘Find your owner’, they hadn’t entered Daraus in that one, but seeing the dogs trying to find the owner was hilarious and had Sandra in stitches laughing. The last event was the Festival king and queen. Nibs just walked Daraus around the six judges; who after a bit of consultation wrote the scores down. At the end of the competition the scores were announced and Daraus was voted the king of the Festival just ahead of a brown-coloured long-haired lapdog. The queen was a short haired mountain rescue bitch.
*****
After the Security shift had finished Nibs, Sandra and Daraus were walking towards the theatre as it had a open comedy stage during the changeovers. Tina caught them up and asked, “Nibs, Sandra, would it be possible for you to have a chat with Jackie’s parents, they are here now in the acoustic tent.”
“Where’s Jackie?” she asked.
“She’s in the tent with Alli, Tracy and Fiona. Last I saw was Haden and Chloe were heading that way, Dan and Ruth are about to do a fifteen minute set.”
Sandra looked at her and the group changed direction heading for the Acoustic tent and the café located inside.
When they had arrived the previous three piece were just coming off as Sandra, Tina and her walked in they saw Dan and Ruth nod, and she returned the greeting. Jackie was sat opposite the café area. Tracy and Fiona, who was sat with a gent not much older than she was, except he was a Gith. The three walked towards them.
She knelt done beside Jackie and asked, “Which three are your mum, dad and brother?”
“That group.” She pointed to the group sat over in the lounge section.
“Shall we then?” she asked Jackie.
Alli and Tracy both said, “Good luck hun.”
Fiona then said, “If they don’t you always have us.”
The pair of them walked towards the family group Jackie knelt down and said to the three, “Dad do you remember standing watching the Bladers perform you said ‘I wish Adam was here, he would love to have watched you guys go’?”
“Yes,” replied Jackie’s dad, “I do remember.”
“Well Adam did as me.”
Jackie’s mum looked at her and said after a few seconds, “Is that really you Adam under there?”
“Yes it is mum,” replied Jackie. “I’ve wanted to tell you about the real me, but I’ve never had the friends or the confidence to do so. I asked that one of my friends and confidents from the young Trans net site I use to.”
“Provide you with moral support. Please have a seat, I’m David, this is Maurice and our son Oliver.”
The pleasure is all mine, I’m Nibola Calton, also known as Nibs.” She sat down along with Jackie. “You probably have hundreds of questions.”
“Yes and the first is yourself, how do you define?” asked David.
“I define as a full time trans woman and have been for the last three weeks, before then I was a three major high school student and the target of the schools bullies. Lets just say ‘bullies should look out for the reply punch’.”
As she chatted she was also watching the happenings on stage. Dan sat down and plugged in his Gui-Dram and made sure the cable was tucked away and not likely to come out by accident.
“That I know all too well, I’m a city security officer, I work as a plain clothes detective working from the security office on the borders of West Hills and Blue Ridge. I would say by the fact you are carrying a pistol you must be security and I would say more than likely a Street Ghost as well. May I ask how old are you Nibs, that is ok to call you that?”
“Yes it is David, I’m 17 now and 18 in a week and half. I am a full Street Ghost and also a member of the Gangrels Street Gang, as are most of the members of the security forces here. Jackie’s not here on her own either, sat over by the entrance are more of her friends from the chat room.”
Dan started to play and soon Ruth joined him, they both sang aswell.
David looked at the group and saw them all sat over there. “Go and bring them over here you, I’ve never met the people you call friends.”
Jackie got up and disappeared towards them.
“My work has brought me in contact with some interesting and varied peoples, most Trans I see they have an attitude problem.”
“I’ve not been out that long and haven’t really started to explore the alternative world yet.”
Jackie returned with the entire group and they sat down after David said, “Maurian, Oliver move this way and let them sit down.”
“Is someone going to introduce us please and what is everyone, to me you all look like real girls?” asked Maurian.
Jackie introduced each and each described them selves in terms on status as Trans or real.
She looked at Oliver who was sat beside her, he was looking around in wonderment, “Oliver how old are you?”
“12 ma’am.” He blushed a bit.
“Hay don’t blush, just think of Jackie as your new sister.”
After a while of chatting and listening to the excellent music coming from Dan and Ruth, both Carol and Leia joined the large group.
Maurian asked Jackie, “Why didn’t you tell us, we are family?”
“The simplest reason mum is so many of my friends from the Trans chat room who have, have ended up on the streets with no one to help them or support them. I thought that would be my fate mum,” replied Jackie
“What, you must be kidding, they get thrown out on to the streets for being trans?” asked Maurian looking very shocked at the information.
“It’s very true,” she said, “On more than one occasion I’ve been the crying board in the room. A lot of the girls looked up to me before I went full time. Now, I think I’m a goddess to some.”
“It’s all down to the Tele and how they portray the perfect family of dad, mum, the boys are boys and girls are girls. A boy can’t be a girl.”
“And a girl can’t be a boy. Hi I’m Robert.” He walked up looking very relieved.
“And how do you define, trans or real?” asked Maurian, “I’ve asked everyone else in the ground.”
Robert sat down between Chloe and Leia replying, “I self define as a Trans Man, I was born a woman and when I can raise the funds I will become as close to a man as I can.”
“Thanks, it make life easier if I know from where you come and how you define, as all of the Trans women look stunning, in that make-up. Who did it? Nothing against any of you, but that is the work of a trained make-up artist.”
“Never knew I was one of those,” replied Tina looking very pleased with herself. “My self and Sandra did all of them and taught them how to do for them selves.”
“To come back to the situation, so how do they survive, eat, sleep and such?”
“Most to be honest are eaten by the meat factory that is Street Life. Depending on the back grounds most who come from corporate enclave backgrounds, don’t survive very long, the street life deals a heavy blow to those arrogant and who act above their station. Of those from the street, most survive of sorts, they are very careful with who they make friends with and they pretty much live on the fringes of the Alternative and Gith scenes. The lucky few are caught by the Gangrels and are given a place they can call home. We accept people as people, be they Gay, Lesibian, Bi-sexual, Trans, Intersexed, Straight, or whatever, you are you. We judge you on your actions from the point of meeting or if we’ve been watching you from the start of that watching. Tina was picked up by Abs and she is now the person you see their, a professional woman, who specialises in electronics, and communication systems. Her preferred weapon is Z2 Assault Sniper Rifle and she as Spotter for Abs,” replied Sandra. “Now Nibs has introduced us to the world of the Young Trans more will be helped.”
One of the male staff members walked over and asked, “Can I take a drinks order?”
David replied, “Yeah I could do with a drink?”
“I’ll get the tab,” she said. “My treat for my friends.”
Everyone then gave their drinks order to the male staff member. He headed back to the café section and started to fill the order.
“I know the work the Gangrels do for those people downtrodden by society,” said David.
The staff member returned carrying a large tray and passed out the drinks. She gave the staff member more than enough to cover the bill and said, “Keep the change.”
“Thanks,” responded the staff member and he returned to the counter.
After a while of chatting Maurice said, “I think I might look at offering my help to the trans community.”
Oliver and two of his school friends walked back into the marquee and over to where the group were sitting.
She said to Jackie when the three had sat down, “You happy. See it weren’t that bad was it?”
“No, thanks Nibs. Not only are you a confidant, but you are … I can’t describe what you are.”
“I agree with my daughter Nibs, you have a presence that builds self confidence and changes people’s attitudes,” said David.
After Jackie’s reply, one of Oliver’s friends looked around the group and muttered something and left the table. Oliver followed him out of the tent.
Sandra lent over and whispered in her ear, “Lets just say what came from his mouth was not very nice as it concerned the Trans community.”
She looked at Sandra and Oliver’s other friend who said, “And what you heard from Ben is not my opinion. I’ve never really like him, he has a foul mouth and that is due to his mother’s language. I just wish I was older I think I could really fancy some of you.”
Jackie and Fiona both blushed at the comment. She guessed that they were ready but to hear comments like that from someone most of them don’t really know was nice.
Oliver walked back and upset and angry at something. When Oliver had sat down he said to Jackie, “That twat is no longer my friend and I told him he could. Not a nice person that boy and the mother’s as bad.”
After a couple more hours of chatting the festival closed and all of the people left, but email’s, phone numbers had been exchanged and the Gangrels knew where to find most of them, online.”
The break went without incident and on Frodar some emotional farewells were had.
“We will always be around, we have your phone numbers and emails and you have ours,” she said.
“True,” responded John. “It has been excellent to work alongside such professional people.”
“Very much so.”
*****
When the two group reached Home Base Sandra said to Misty’s group, “We are having a party at Club Millana on Ulleam next week, you lot are invited. We’re going for a meal first I think and then onto the Club.”
“What’s happening at the Club?” asked Misty.
“A friend of mine, Richard Chancer is having a Street Fight with Surabon,” replied Nibs.
“We’ll be there,” replied Misty.
Chapter 9
“Thanks hun.” She smiled and joined the three girls as they walked towards the lift and stairs lobby and then onto the ground floor to meet Darla and the twins. The lift lobby was a good forty feet long by twenty feet wide. Along the furthest wall from the double doors which lead to the car-park were four lift doors. In a small section off to the side behind the doors were the stairs that ran from the third floor to Sub-basement 2. All four girls simultaneously headed for the stairs down and when they had cleared the last flight of stairs, Abs opened the door onto the main car park which ran in front of the main entrance. The friends started to walk around the outside of the shopping centre, which was constructed of bricks, steel, and toughened glass. The crowds moved on an ebb and flow that moved with an unknown controlling mind, around the four they seemed to pass through the crowds effortlessly. The four girls rounded the corner and approached the main entrance Darla saw them as they saw her, they then waved at her. Darla returned the wave and started towards them.
Darla greeted the group and she asked, “Where’s Angel and Damieel?” Where they actually meet was in front of a set of doors to Digital Gaming.
“Off running errands for me.”
“Excuse me please,” said a voice of a woman as she approached the group.
“Oops, sorry,” everyone said and moved to the side closest to the main entrance. Where they had a small chuckle.
“They will be joining us latter though?” she asked.
“Yes they should.”
“Onward with the shopping trip then.”
“Yeah on with the shopping,” said all the girls together.
The front of the mall was all glass, both the first and second floors started slightly away from the actual front. As the group walked through the main doors they saw that the first floor ped-way ran down in front of the first floor shop fronts, the middle area was clear to the roof, except for the bridges at regular intervals joining the two sides. Running from the ground to the first floor was an up and a down escalator, a pair of concrete backed slopes joined the first floor to the second. On the south side of the ground floor ped-way was a branch of Fraks Burgers, a popular burger bar with the CHMs, and Surra Home Stores. On the north side was Mark Dytas Clothing and the Mall’s Security Control.
As the group walked through the main doors Darla turned and said, “Welcome Nibola, to The Harliquanis Shopping Mall.”
The Shopping centre was bright, with strip lights hanging from the ceiling and the base of the first floor, the middle of the wide expanse was open to the ground which had water features, seats and a couple of open air cafés and small stalls selling clothes, calendars, candles and other assorted items. All the levels were full of shoppers and some teenagers, most of whom should have been at school, and if the education system cared would have called it bunking.
Mothers were dragging toddlers or pushing pushchairs with babies or toddlers, some crying others sleeping. One mother was sitting on one of the bench seats feeding a baby while a slightly older toddler sat close to her on a leash tied to his wrist.
“Why, thank you Darla,” she replied again smiling happy smiles. She was also feeling very light headed, but she thought that was due to being true to her self.
“Prepare for 90% CHM shopping, but the best 10% Alternative shopping in the entire city,” responded Darla.
“That’s in here,” added Sandra.
“And 100% the best alternative scene outside on the back streets,” said Abs.
“And the second home of the Gangrel Street gang,” added Tina.
Just inside the main doors Darla directed the group to the escalators to take them to the second floor and the café located there, “I think a drink to celebrate the outfitting of Nibs, on me,” said Darla.
“Thanks Darla,” everyone said in response to Darla’s offer.
The group travelled the two escalators to the second floor and Demology Café.
The five friends walked into the café and right up to the serving area. One of the two bar men standing behind the bar recognised the group and smiled. “Welcome back, ladies of the night.” She saw him look at each of the group with his eyes, his eyes settled on her. “A new lady of the night?” he asked inquiringly.
Darla answered “Yes allow me to introduce Nibola Calton.”
“Welcome Nibola,” He was wearing a happy look.
“Please call me Nibs.”
He smiled at that. “Can I take it your normal orders ladies?”
“Yes,” responded Darla, “Nibs?”
After a quick read of the drinks menu she said, “Spiced Chai Latte, please.”
“Certainly, I shall bring them over to you.”
“Thank you,” replied Darla.
The group turned and walked towards one of the booths that lined the wall, opposite the bar. Across the front of the café was a single piece of glass with the door cut into the right hand side of it and outside on the second floor sat a few seats and tables surrounded by a low metal barrier. The actual café was quite modern-looking with a few walled booths lining the wall each one had a table and two comfortable bench seats. Pictures of either famous sportsmen or film stars, most long dead lined the walls. The rest of the floor area was covered in a few round tables and chairs. Above the first line of pictures was a second row of film and sports memorabilia. Also dotted around were posters of upcoming events - concerts and festivals.
One festival poster caught her eye and the eye of the group it was advertising a three-day music and arts festival in West Hills district. The festival was celebrating its tenth year. On the bottom of the poster was the net address where more information could be had.
She took out her PDU, which she carried everywhere, typed the address in and brought up the pages, “Mm,” she said, “site says they are looking for people to help setup and steward the festival. It may be awesome fun to go and help them.”
“True it may,” Sandra said smiling as she and Paul had been to one music festival when she was very young.
“I know one thing,” said Tina.
“What’s that hun?” inquired Abs.
“I’m definitely going, it’s the festival mum and dad helped at before we moved to South Cove,” said Tina.
“Oh yeah, it is I remember you talking about it,” responded Abs, “then I’m also going.”
“Same here,” said Nibs.
She nodded her answer.
“When is it?” asked Darla.
Nibs also noticed a group of CHM teenagers outside stood against the railings that demarcated the walk area from the open drop to the ground floor. As she watched them she noticed the magazine plate of a pistol flash into view and was gone again as the female moved and the jacket she was wearing hung, hiding the pistol again.
“5th to the 7th of Auar, three weekends time,” answered Abs.
The barman who had taken the drinks orders walked over carrying a tray with the various drinks on. “Spiced Chai Latte for the newest lady,” he said as he placed a large cup of frothy milk in front of her. “Coffee for you two,” he said, placing tall cups in front of Sandra and Tina. “Black tea for you my dear,” he said as he placed a mug in front of Darla. “And a Latte for you Abs.”
“Thank you,” came the reply from all five girls.
At this he placed the bill on the table and walked back to the counter.
“He seems to be a nice man. How do you lot know him? I guess not from him being just a barman,” she asked.
“No.” said Darla and turned to look at her, “He’s one of the Street Dealers my mum and dad used for things like specialist ammunition, information and similar.”
After finishing the drinks, the group walked to the bar carrying the dirty cups. Darla paid the tab for the drinks. After the second barman ran the tab and Darla had handed over the money she said, "Maybe see you later Tony."
“I’ll be here you lot,” replied Tony as he continued to serve the two customers.
As the group headed towards the escalator so they could return to the first floor. The group she had seen from inside the café had shrunk but they were still leaning on the railings beside the escalator down. She heard a degority comment come from the group she turned her head and stared at them over the top of Simoine’s designer shades whilst she continued to follow the rest of the group. As she did, she smiled and continued on down the escalator.
When the group had reached the first floor the five friends headed into the mall proper. They took the north walkway which passed beside an Oyds Chemists, one of the larger chemists and general beauty stockists. When they reached one of the two cross junctions they turned right moving to left hand side of the aerial walkway. They passed Ecchy Clothes, a trendy clothing outlet catering to the 16+ teenager and early adult. The next store was the one the group wanted Githage.
As the girls approached the store, she saw the frontage of Githage, the front was all glass with metal supports holding the glass in place. The glass had spider-web designs etched into it’s corners. Behind the glass where a couple of mannequins modelling two complete outfits, one male, the other female. The male one was wearing black baggy trousers, with at least 10 pockets dotted all over it, and a tight black t-shirt with ‘Rifts from the Towers’ logo, one of the better known Gith bands, across the front. The female mannequin was modelling a full-length dress made from black, red and purple material, which looked very elegant.
As the girls walked inside the shop, she was arm in arm with Sandra and saw they the inside of the shop. The back of the shop draped in a deep red cloth hanging in high downloops. On the floor was a deep red plush pile carpet, it felt springy under the boots. Pillars dotted the actual shop and on all of them were full length mirrors. The clothes were either on hung on clothes racks or folded on shelving units.
Looking across the shop she could see five distinct areas, the area at the very back looked like it was more formal wear. The entire left wall was dedicated to The House of Gith clothing line from C.E.G. Fashion Producers. On the opposite wall was underwear from the From Hell with Love label, most of the rest of the store was dedicated to Gangrel and Gith Street Fashions. The wall behind the front was where the shoes and boots were on display.
As the group entered, Sandra and her wandered over to the counter and asked, “Is Sarah in?”
“Yes she is, she’s in the back,” came the reply from the late-teenager man, whose name tag showed he was called Dominic.
As Dominic made the comment the drapes hanging at the back of the shop parted, and a tall woman, not much older than around 22, possibly 24, entered and quickly surveyed the shop. She was dressed in a tight Githage top, and a long deep red skirt which reached the floor hiding her feet; she had long white with black streaked hair. She very quickly spotted the group of girls browsing the clothes racks. She walked over and asked, “Can I help you ladies?”
“Yes you can Sarah,” replied Sandra.
“Bloody hell, Sandra and the rest of the retrobate Vixens,” said Sarah as she surveyed the group smiling. “Oh and a new member?” asked Sarah.
“Yes, allow me to formally introduce Queen Sarah Cutherlate, Leader of the Gangrels, to Nibola Calton, our newest Bitch Vixen.”
“Welcome Nibola?” inquired Sarah.
She looked at Sarah smiling. “Please its Nibs, thanks.”
“If you need any help please just ask, the staff here are all Gangrels.”
“Thanks again.”
After feeling and placing various items against herself all of the time Sandra, Tina, Abs and Darla commenting on the way it looked or didn’t. She heard in the tones used sincerity that most so called friends would never give when offering advice on clothes. All of the clothes were of very good quality and not too highly priced. This surprised her, as the research she had done into clothing and prices had indicated the prices of alternative scene clothes were slight more than the rest of the clothing market. After spending a good fifteen minutes browsing and listening to the advice of all the girls she had chosen 2 full-length skirts, three corsets, two normal tops, a couple of pairs of normal trousers, a pair of tight leather jeans, and a pair of steel toe-capped biker boots.
Sandra and her wandered over to where one of the three shop assistants was standing and asked him, “Where are the changing rooms?”
The shop assistant pointed to the back of the shop saying, “Over there ma’am.”
The pair wandered to the back of the shop, where Sandra held the clothes she had been carrying, while she tried the clothes on. “Can you help me with this corset, love?”
“No probs hun,” said Sandra in reply, took a peek into the changing room, and helped her with the corset and she continued to try clothes on. After another ten minutes Darla, Tina and Abs had wandered outside and sat on the benches outside the shop, having told Sandra where they were heading.
Outside the rest of the friends sat waiting for the pair to finish.
“I wish those two would hurry up!” Tina said.
“That’s not very lady-like Tina, girls love shopping,” retorted Darla
“I know, and I do, but god, these two know how to make it last.”
Inside the shop. Nibs finished putting the clothes she had worn that morning back on and walked out of the changing booth. “Thank you hun.”
Sandra was stood carrying the bulk of the clothes she had chosen “No problem my love, I’m just happy to see you happy.”
The pair walked over to the counter to pay for the items.
Sandra placed all the clothes she was carrying on the counter and these were joined by the trousers and two tops she had. When Heather had run up the total which came to 350 decks. Heather pressed ‘Discount One’ button and the total dropped to 245decks. She took out her wallet and handed over 250 decks, Heather run in the total and hand back a five deck note in change. “Would it be possible for me to collect the bags later today?”
“Yes that shouldn’t be a problem ma’am,” replied Heather
“Thank you.”
The pair walked out of Githage hand in hand smiling and approached the others.
Sandra said, “Next shop.”
*****
The next shop was opposite Githage and was called ‘Pleasant Places Pleasant Smells’ and a sign outside said the shop was registered to undertake piercings. The frontage of the shop was split in two by the wide entranceway. In the left hand window was a large red velvet-covered board with all different pieces of jewellery, and the display in the right window was some sculptures and ornaments. After a quick browse of the display left window, she choose a matchaing set of partner rings and some ear-studs.
Sandra and her entered the shop, which was as wide as the frontage suggested but not very deep. In the centre were some display shelves holding sculptures and ornaments led customers around the edge of the shop, where the shelves on the walls held more. In front of the shelves was a large cardboard display stand which held all manner of incense sticks and other such nice-smelling burnable materials. The pair wandered up to the counter located on the left hand side of the shop. The man standing behind the counter asked, “Can I be of assistance?”
“Yes I would like to purchase a pair of studs for my ears,” she said.
“Certainly ma’am,” and he stood and took out a large catalogue and flipped to the page that had the display in the window, “Which studs would you like?” asked the shop assistant.
“These pair of studs,” she replied and pointed to the items on the page.
“I’ll wait for you with the others outside, hun.”
“Ok.” She smiled as Sandra left the shop, then saying when Sandra had left the shop. “Can I also purchase this partner ring set.” She pointed to the set on the page.
“Certainly,” said the sales assistant, “Would the lady like to be pieced now?”
“Please,” she replied.
At this, the sales assistant pressed a button on the counter and a door in the back wall opened, a gent walked out and headed to the counter and asked, “What’s up Tony?”
“This lady wishes to have her ears pierced Nicholas.”
“No problem,” said Nicholas. “Would you please follow me ma’am.”
She followed Nicholas to a chair where she sat and Nicholas went about preparing her for the two piercings. She asked Nicholas, “Do you undertake inscriptions here or would I have to go elsewhere?”
“We do undertake inscriptions here, why do you ask?”
“I wish to have a partner ring set inscribed with something.”
“No problem, just give the inscription to Tony and he will complete it today.”
“Thanks.” She sat on the chair whilst Nicholas went about loading the piercing gun. She thought about the inscription she wanted on the rings.
Nicholas placed the gun against her ears and she felt a slight pang of pain as the piercing gun inserted the ear studs. Then he held a mirror in front of her. She looked at the two studs and smiled. Nicholas led her to the counter where she asked Tony, “Would you please inscribe the Partner rings with something?”
“Yeah no problems,” came Tony’s response.
She then wrote the inscription down, ‘Till death do us part’ on the outside of both and in one wrote ‘to Sandra from Nibs’, and the other ‘to Nibs from Sandra’.
“It will be done by about 05:00AN ma’am,” said Tony.
“Thanks,” she responded, “I shall be back then.”
“Pay for your other purchases when you return. May I say you pass easily and well?” said Nicholas as she was about to leave the shop.
She stopped and turned to face Nicholas. “What…What did you just say?”
“It takes one to know one.”
“Arh,” she said as the penny dropped. “Are you also?”
“I am, ma’am, I pass but that’s about it. Chat to you later this afternoon,” said Nicholas.
She turned and walked out, smiling as she went. As she approached the others, the twins bounded up, joyful and happy as always.
“Finished you two?” asked Darla.
“Yes mistress,” responded the pair both responded simultaneously.
“Good.”
“I need a drink.” said Tina.
“Yeah, so do I,” said Darla, “Let's go to the High Café?”
“Yeah, lets,” responded Abs.
*****
The seven friends walked to the up escalator that would lead them to the main central dome. From the second floor they travelled to up a second escalator to the High Café. The café was located in the dome that was the cross roads glass roof of the Mall.
The café was very similar to the one they had sat in yesterday during lunch-time at school. They found a large table and all sat to wait for the staff to come and get their order. Looking over the balcony fencing they could watch the people eating at the open air café on the first floor and the one on the ground floor. When the waiter came over he took the various drinks orders with a smile, and walked away to fill it.
The group just sat there and soaked up the atmosphere of the Mall. When the waiter returned, he was carrying a tray with five steaming cups and two tall glasses.
The glasses were passed to Tina and Angel and the rest of the cups which all contained a strong coffee, were placed in front of everyone else.
“Cheers,” said Abs as she picked her cup up and raised it in drinks toasting fashion, “To good friends and good times.”
“Agreed,” responded everyone else and brought the various drinks together over the middle of the table, clinking the cups and glasses together.
“To us all” she whispered under her breath, and thought, ‘What is going on, why do I feel this way and what is happening to me.’ “Anyone know when the Graduation Prom is?” She took a sip from her coffee.
“It not until the 16th of Ebinar. Why?” asked Tina after sipping her Black Earl Grey.
“Oh I hadn’t planned on going as I wouldn’t have had a date and I may have already moved, but now I’m thinking there’s fun to be had,” she responded to Tina’s question with an evil smile playing across her lips.
“Hell yeah,” said Tina.
She looked out just thinking about a few things she needed to do, one was to sponsor the rest of the Vixens so they could become full Street Ghosts, and join the ranks of those people she truly looked up to. The second was to install her drives on Home Base’s computer. She felt a hand rest on her thigh and she glanced down and saw it belonged to Sandra. ‘I so love you hun. I so love you.’
“Didn’t someone mouth we’re dead yesterday?” asked Abs as she put her cup of coffee back on the table.
“They did,” said Sandra as she sipped her coffee.
“Doesn’t this year’s prom have a theme of something?” asked Abs.
“Yeah its fancy dress,” replied Tina then taking her cup and taking a mouthful.
“Damn I and the twins can’t go,” said Darla. She noticed that Darla was looking down and somewhat upset.
“I don’t see why not, we all have two invites, one for the person and one for their partner, and as six of the Vixens go to the school, therefore 6 tickets for us and 6 for our partners,” she said, “If I read the invites and posters right.”
“Yeah that’s the way I read them as well,” said Sandra.
“Hell yeah,” responded Darla in happiness.
“As I am now going and have a date," she said, and smiled at Sandra who smiled back, "I know what I am planning on going as.”
“What then?” asked Sandra after placing her empty cup on the table.
“Samr, a famous female warrior from ancient Jarrzar,” she replied.
“Ok,” replied Sandra sounding interested. “Did Samr have any partners?”
“I think she did have, and if my memory serves me right I think she was accompanied by eight others I don’t remember the sexes, but that’s not heard to find out,” she responded.
After they had finished their drinks, Tina paid for them all. The group left for Mark Dytas Clothing, a large clothing department store from which she could get more normal general run-of-the-mill clothes from, they were all black or dark colours.
*****
After leaving Mark Dytas Clothing, the friends walked to the farthest ped-way and were heading for an exit to the car-parks when they came upon a Peninsula Combat Supplies, the shop itself sold military surplus equipment and from what she knew some firearm and bladed close combat weapons. This was the last shop they planned on visiting in here other than picking up the partner rings and bags from Githage.
The seven friends browsed the windows and saw one of the male manikins was carrying an M20 assault carbine.
She said, “I’m surprise at that,” and pointed at the M20.
“It must be a pellet gun or something,” said Darla, “I’ve not heard of this shop selling assault grade fire power. They sell pistols and some SMGs and ammunition, but I’ve not heard about the assault grade weapons.”
The group continued down the shop window and entered the shop. Just inside the entrance they were accosted by a shop assistant who asked, “Can I help any of you ladies?”
“Not at the moment, thanks,” she responded.
The shop was very airy with light streaming down from the ceiling light tubes. She realized that she knew this shop; she had been here once before as Nick when the Cameron Raiders had made an out-of-hours purchase call. The floor space was covered with shelving units and clothes racks, which contained everything a military nut could ever want. She only really wanted a pair of sniper fingerless gloves.
When she had bought them she asked, “Tina, can you, no, do you think you could wire a smart gun rig into the palms of these gloves?” as she was putting them on.
“I don’t see why not, I will need the technology to do it though.”
“Ok,” she responded and thought, ‘Email Damien Cameron to see if he knows where I can get the Tech from.’
*****
Just before picking up the bags from Githage she led the group back to the ‘Pleasant Places Pleasant Smells’. When they had arrived she said, “Would you mind waiting for me out here, sweet.”
“Ok hun,” said Sandra looking slightly surprised.
She walked into the shop, and paid Nicholas for the items.
“I hope you and your friends wouldn’t mind coming out clubbing with me and the rest of the LTBG scene. Oh yes, take this it’s from a very good pair of hair dressers and image consultants in the back streets.”
“Thank you. I think the Vixens may take you up on that offer and I’ll look them up today if there open.” She carried the two blue boxes both of them hidden behind her back out of the shop and she approached Sandra. She then went down onto one knee and presented one of the two ring boxes open to Sandra and said, “Till death do us part my love.” She then took the ring out, showed the inscription to Sandra and placed it upon her partner’s ring finger.
Sandra’s jaw dropped, when she saw the ring. “Is it the partner ring we saw in the window?”
”Yes it is, hun.”
“May I have the other box please?” she asked.
“You may hun,” replied Nibs
She saw Nibs bring the other box out and stand up. Nibs then passed the second ring box to her.
She then knelt on one knee and said, “Till death do us part my love.” She likewise placed the ring on Nibs’ ring finger. She then stood and was grabbed by Nibs who planted a massive kiss on her lips.
A good thirty seconds later. ”Urhmmm,” said Darla.
“Oops, sorry,” the pair apologised as they broke the kiss.
“We have other places to go I think,” continued Darla.
“We do. Don’t we,” said Sandra, and all seven girls walked across the joining bridge to Githage and the bags they had left there.
As they crossed the bridge Nibs asked Sandra, “Do you know anything about these people, Nicholas the manager handed me their card.” She passed the card to Sandra, who looked at it.
“Yes I do, Face Design, run by Arage and iLleathe the mistress and master of Gith make-up and hair. It’s one of the places we are planning on going. The other is Risers to the Occasion and the purchase of your first formal Gith dress, you’ll need it when I introduce you to the Gangrels, next Gathering. I love you Nibs,” replied Sandra as she slipped her arm through hers and nestled into her arm.
She smiled a happy smile, “I love you too hun, with all my heart.”
After collecting the five bags from Githage Tina suggested, “One more coffee in Demology to celebrate the completion of phase one of the shopping trip.” The twins were carrying the most of the bags as they seemed to want to.
“The ring is beautiful hun. Thank you so much.”
"You’re welcome my sweet, I thought it would be a good way of signifying our commitment to each other." She thought, ‘I have so found the people I feel close to, not only on the personal level, but the spiritual one too.’ She smiled as they walked back to the main entrance and the escalator to the second floor.
*****
The group walked in to order their drinks Tony who was leaning over one of the booth tables cleaning it, turned and said, “Hi, welcome back. You’re usual.”
“Mm, yeah,” everyone said.
The friends turned around and headed back out the door and sat in the area demarcated area in the front belonging to the café. When they all had grabbed chairs and sat down, waiting for the drinks to be brought out to them. They all took out either their tins and started to roll a Cambar cigarettes or took one they had made earlier and lit that. Since leaving the house that lunch time the friends hadn’t felt like smoking, even though the run to the centre was rather stressful.
She saw Tony walking towards the door carrying a tray. Tony dished out each of the drinks to the respective girls and after placing the tray on a nearby table. Tony grabbed himself a seat so he could join the girls and sat down with them. “You guys interested in some freelance work?” asked Tony.
“Interested,” answered Darla. “What makes you think we wouldn’t be.”
“Yeah, you’re right. The Mr. Smith who employed me to offer the job was very specific about who I was to offer it to, he said only offer it to The Bitch Vixens, and as you are the only team I know who go by the name The Bitch Vixens. So I now offer you the job.”
“Very interested now,” said Sandra. The entire group turned to look at Tony.
“The job entails the breaking and entering of an R&D research centre owned by Narizzan Inc. The client wants to get his hands on an experimental assault rifle that has been designed and the prototype constructed there and housed in a safe on the third floor. Mr Smith did also say the contract asked for two teams to operate in a co-ordinated fashion, as the overall raid also included the destruction of a specific lab on the same site.”
“That does sound interesting,” Nibs said.
“How much is the employer offering?” asked Darla.
“The Mr. Smith’s bosses gave him six million, five million decks on delivery for the assault rifle itself, and a million decks for the computer plans and live fire test results. Plus bonuses dependent on other data related to the various weapons projects.”
“Now that’s a lot of money for an assault rifle,” said Abs.
“Yeah I know,” said Tony, “I’ll let you think about it and tell me your answer later.”
“Ok Tony.”
Tony got up, grabbed the tray and disappeared back into the café.
“Do we take the job?” asked Sandra.
“Only after we do some serious research into the target corporation and other information relating to the job. Like who is employing us.” She thought, ‘Who the fuck knows we are about to break into the Street Ghost world. The money is elite-rated team fees, not a team just starting out. Five million plus a million for the plans, not many corporations can afford or would want to pay that type of money, especially to a group just starting out.’
The group sat there and mulled things over in their heads, even after the drinks had finished they continued to sit, think and chat amongst themselves for some time.
During the time she had taken her PDU out and was viewing various pages looking for information on the job. “I need my computers to do the research properly!” she exclaimed as she put her PDU away.
“True, we do need to be sat brainstorming things in a place conducive of productive work. Yours or mine?” asked Darla.
“Ours, net access,” answered Sandra.
“True,” responded Darla, “yours it is then. Sod the rest of the shopping trip, it can wait.”
The group stood up and as they were heading for the escalator down to the first floor, Darla stuck her head around the door and said, “Thanks Tony, can you put the drinks on a tab for us. Chat to you soon.”
“Ok girls, have fun and the drinks are on the house,” said Tony.
*****
Chapter 10
As the seven friends headed for the escalator down to the first floor, Sandra asked Darla, “Where are you guys parked?”
“Car park E Sub-basement 1,” replied Darla. “Where are you lot parked?”
“Car park A Level 2,” responded Abs.
“Isn’t Car park E round the back of the shopping centre?” asked Tina.
“It is. We’ll meet you in the Dalphin Pub car park in 20 minutes. I need to make a run to mine first to pick up a fresh supply of Cambar and something I have at mine, which may be of use to us,” responded Darla. “Angel, Damieel take the bags from Nibs and Sandra. We’ll carry them as I know only Paul’s motor-bike has a box. Both the motor-trikes have also got boxes and carrying nets.”
“Ok, thanks Darla, Angel, Damieel,” she replied was smiling as she handed the bags to Angel and Damieel, who just smiled and when the group arrived on the first floor The Twins followed Darla as she headed back into the shopping mall proper.
Nibs, Sandra, Abs and Tina continued down to the ground floor and headed out of the main entrance and right down the outside of the mall re-tracing their earlier steps, when they had arrived
“That was fun,” she said smiling and walking hand-in-hand with her true love Sandra.
“That was,” replied Tina who like Nibs and Sandra, was holding the hand of Abs. She guessed that Abs meant similar to Tina and the feeling was returned.
‘I think I am beginning to understand what it means to these three and the rest of the guys at the party, just to be a Gangrel and a Gith. They accepted me at face value and they generally don’t seem to have agendas with people. Other than Sandra and Paul, they’ve known me five days and yet I feel as if I have lived a life time as their friends.’
When the group had reached the doors into the lift and stair lobby, she pushed the double-doors open, and before they could swing back, all four girls passed through. Sandra tucked her right arm through her left arm, and placed her head on her shoulder. She looked at her head and saw the smile of happiness.
“Lift or stairs?” asked Abs.
“Stairs,” Sandra and her said together.
“Stairs it is, then,” responded Abs.
As the four girls reached the second floor, they passed a group of late-teen early-twenties men walking down the stairs from a higher level.
“You girls lesbians?” one of the guys shouted.
“So what if we are,” replied Abs as she pushed the door to the level open.
“We’ll change that,” another one said. “Come and try some real cock.”
Tina and her looked at each other just burst out laughing and shouted back as the doors closed.
“Guess what boys. There are two real cocks here,” said Tina and along with the rest of the girls just burst out laughing at Tina’s comment.
Just the other side of the doors as they were swinging back, the four girls separated with Nibs and Sandra going to one side, Tina and Abs moved to stand on the other. Both groups made sure that if the doors opened they wouldn’t get hit by the outward swing. After thirty seconds the doors hadn’t opened, all four girls started back towards where they had parked the two bikes.
“Do you want to drive or shall I?” she asked Sandra when they had arrived back at the bikes.
“Do you mind if I don’t drive love, I kind of enjoyed just riding pillion for once.”
“Do you want to drive sweet?” asked Tina as she stooped to retrieve the pistol magazines from the box under the petrol tank.
“Thanks hun,” replied Abs and took the keys when Tina offered them. Abs then climbed on and kick-started the engine and revved it as the spark plugs fired.
She lent over the fuel tank and watched as Sandra opened the hide under the fuel tank. She slid out the eight magazines hand her, her four magazines which were slid back into their home under her right arm pit. “Thanks hun,” she said as Sandra slid hers back into their holder, standing up when she had done so giving herthe bike keys. She then climbed on and inserted the key into the ignition turning it to the on position. She then flicked out the kick start and rammed it down and caught the engine as it started turning over. Sandra joined her as she brought the finger tips of her sniper gloves so they covered her fingertips as the speeds they did on the ICs and CWs meant her hands would freeze with out them.
Abs backed her bike out of the bay and waited for her to join her in the main car route-way. When she had joined her the pair negotiated the route-way heading for the down ramp. They had to stop and wait until five cars, all travelling down from the upper levels, passed them. One of the cars was blaring loud popular Street Voice style music from its speakers. Both the bikes joined the convoy heading for the exit. The down ramp dropped them back on the road they had used when arriving, slightly south of the entrance way. As the bikes approached the exit the barrier lifted and allowed them out. When the barrier had lifted they found only two of the cars were ahead of them, the one blaring music was driving towards the junction and it looked like he was turning left at the lights. They slowed and waited for the two cars ahead of them to leave and when the one just in front had turned right they fed in as the car which had let the car out, allowed them to join the main road.
As she joined the main road she looked at the driver and saw the woman was smiling that them. She put her hand up to say thanks which to her surprise received a nod in reply. This reaction surprised her, as most road users didn’t seem to care if anyone they helped said thanks.
On the south side of the main road, that made up the south edge of the mall complex was a hyper-market belonging to Seaabar Shopping Plc. As the girls slowed for the junction they indicated right and slightly accelerated as the lights governing their lane changed to green. The headed past the front of the Hypermarket the crowds using an underpass between the Hypermarket and the car-parks belonging to the Mall. When the girls approached the set of lights governing the main road crossroads on the south west corner they turned left and then immediately right into the car-park belonging to the Dalphin Pub. Here they waited for Darla and the twins to appear as car-park E was on the western side of the Mall.
After fifteen minutes, Tina said, “There they are,” when they came into view. Darla followed by the twins turned right at the junction slowing to wait for the two bikes to join them.
She followed by Abs rammed the kick starts down and joined the traffic waiting for the lights governing the near-side lane to change. When they had turned green Darla, the twins and the two bikes accelerated down the main road passing some high-class hotels, more trendy shops and a couple of more upmarket clothing department stores. Along with lots of shops which sold many other things people wanted to buy. They moved to the centre lanes as these were high speed traffic lanes.
After driving for about three-and-a-half miles along the main road zipping past the junctions on the centre lanes the group approached the secondary road junction they wanted. As the main road turned north Darla indicated and took the junction. They continued onwards towards the coast. After two and a half miles IC1 passed overhead on it’s flyover. IC1 was the main inner city ring road, it stretched for 420miles an completely ringed the city. They continued on until it too turned sharply south. At this junction Darla indicated right and turned onto the minor road that led down towards the sea. She drove down it for a short distance where she turned right onto another minor road that led to a couple of expensive looking 20-storey apartment blocks. Where she turned into the short term car bays of the one nearest the sea and parked up.
When everyone else had parked she said, “Come up if you want its going to take about half an hour to find the item I need to get.” She then turned to Angel and Damieel and said to them, “Go and get the freshly-dried Cambar you two.”
They both said, “Yes Mistress,” and disappeared back down the minor road on foot.
Nibs quietly asked Sandra, “Where’s those two going?”
“They are going to one of the houses on the street, the owner works at command. He grows and dries Cambar for the local Gangrels to use. The Gangrels have hydroponics centres here, at ours and quite a few other sites around the city. Close on 60 maybe 70% of all the Gangrel units smoke in some form,” replied Sandra.
“Ok.” She thought, ‘Bloody hell! I wonder how many members the Gangrels have.’
Darla walked up to the front door, removing a credit card from her purse, and swiped it through a card reader hung beside the door; she heard a click as the door unlocked. Darla pushed it open and allowed everyone to enter; she then wandered over to the front desk to sign everyone in. The guy sat behind the desk looked up and smiled as Darla left the desk. She then led everyone to the lift block and pressed the call button.
“Must be expensive this Darla?” she asked as the sounds of the lift approaching came from beyond the metal door.
“It is, but my mum and dad invested a lot of money into the world stock market and this is paid for with the returns, and I still have quite a bit left over to live on plus the allowance from the work the Vixens do,” responded Darla.
When the lift arrived all five girls walked in and Darla pressed the button for the twelfth floor, the lift travelled up to the sixth floor where the doors opened. Stood outside on the landing was a mother and toddler in a push chair who asked, “Going down?”
“No, up,” Darla responded.
“Ok, thanks,” said the mother.
The lift continued to the twelfth floor where the doors opened. Darla led the way to her apartment, where she used the same card to open the front door. She walked in followed by the rest of the group.
“Make yourselves at home everyone,” Darla said
The apartment was plush and expensive looking. Deep purple carpet covered the floor, dark red drapes covered most of the walls, around two sides of the living room were floor-to-ceiling windows, and through them the Toraz (Tor-as) Sea was visible. Overlooking the sea directly was a large balcony with a table and four chairs. In the main room were three two-seater sofas and a couple of armchairs. Exiting from the living room were five doors, one led to a large kitchen where Darla was sorting out drinks. In the middle of the sofas and armchairs was a low coffee table with a glass top, beneath the glass top was a shelf on which were a few magazines. Next to the door on the north wall nearest to the balcony was a large projector screen, and beneath it was a cabinet which contained an expensive-looking stereo system.
Tina got up and opened the door nearest the one they had entered the living room by, which revealed a bathroom, from what she could see the floor was a marble-effect lino. The kitchen had similar effect but looked like lockboards. Darla came back into the living room carrying a tray with tall cups on, each one steaming. She placed them on the coffee table and took one herself. Darla then went through the door opposite the balcony, which revealed a smaller room lit by dim lights. She could be heard rummaging around in the room only to re-appear empty handed, and looking rather annoyed.
“What’s up Darla, lost something?” asked Abs.
“Not lost, Abs, misplaced, yeah.” answered Darla.
“What you misplaced?” asked Tina as she came out of the bathroom.
“A copy of VPM,” answered Darla.
“VPM?” Nibs sipped the coffee and turned her head to look at Darla. “Do you mean Virtual Plan Maker?”
“Yeah version 7. I acquired a full working copy, I’ve been meaning to bring it over to yours for ages, just never got round to it.”
“I wouldn’t worry Darla I run VPM version 8. I’ve got a cracked copy and the disk image of the original on my 60-teragig hard drive. Along with a hell of a lot of other software and music,” she said.
“Ok,” said Darla, “It just looks like we are waiting on the twins to arrive then. What other software you got Nibs?”
“Loads, about half that drive are various software packages ranging from the latest Black Office to the standard office suites every computer has installed and about ten teragigs is music I’ve either downloaded, copied or been given,” she said and took another sip and then placed the cup back on the table.
“Ten terabytes of music. Hell that’s a lot,” Tina said. “Like what?” Tina picked up her cup and took a mouthful. After replacing it she took out her tin and rolled a Cambar cigarette.
“Pretty much most genres except the current CHM supported crap, a lot of good rock, Hatal, gothic, dark beat to name some.”
“Why have you not put that drive on the network?” Sandra demanded looking unhappy.
“I’ve not had the time to do so; it’s not as easy as you may think to do. For one, both drives are hot-swappable and need to have the bays actually put into a base unit. Then I need to run the security access software that is only on my tablet.”
“Security access software?” asked Tina after she had lit and taken a draw from the Cambar cigarette.
“Yeah I have two hard drives, a 60-teragig and a 30. Both are encrypted under three levels of 2048-bit encryption. The software allows authorized users to have unimpeded access to both drives.”
“2048-bit encryption. I thought that level was internationally illegal,” said Abs.
She just smiled and nodded, “Yes it is, Abs, it’s totally illegal, but when you have an offline copy of three BlackNet forum and news sites it’s kind of vital that they are protected. A couple of Ghosts from South Aticca asked me to look after the offline backup of the sites. I get the backup updates once a month. They supplied me with the security access software and encryption. Without knowing the administrator password, of which there are only four, I have one which is forty characters long, you can’t update the backups. It’s a part of the GhostNet’s security system, and the software requires you to change the password every couple of months.”
“Damn you must be respected in the Ghost community,” said Tina.
“No I’m not, I’m an unknown and that’s what protects the data. No one except the backup software, the administrators, and those include the two ghosts who asked me, know I even have a copy of it. It’s the system that the GhostNet and BlackNet uses to protect itself from corporate intrusion.” Nibs took a sip of coffee and put the mug back on the table. “If a corporation was able to take the main servers down it would be a massive blow to the community. To protect against that BlackNet and GhostNet has at least five back-up servers all with multi thousand core fibre optic data links to the main Net dotted throughout the world, and no one knows where all five are located. It is rumoured, and I mean rumoured that the Academy has one backup server. I have no idea if that’s right or wrong. It’s the one thing that the Street Ghosts like to keep is independence from all outside corporate influence, the only corporations that are respected are the Echo Tech and the ATEC ones. Remember this, Street Ghosts are independent, they work for whoever they want to, not the people or corps that offer the most money or best perks. You get the odd few, but they are normally salaried to a corporation or have a stripend paid by a few.”
“Yeah, that is very much like the Gangrels in respects. We only work for those who we respect and like,” said Sandra and had nods of agreement from all present.
After ten minutes of chatting, the door from the corridor opened and in walked Angel and Damieel carrying a couple of small rucksacks and smoking Cambar cigarettes. They had happy smiles on their faces, as usual. She just shook her head slightly and smiled wondering, ‘why do they never seem to look down or disappointed.’
“No problems I hope, you two,” said Darla.
“No,” they both said, “He already had it bagged and ready for pickup.”
“That’s good to hear,” replied Darla, “When everyone’s finished their drinks let’s depart for Home Base.”
“Yeah let’s,” said Sandra and Tina together.
After everyone had finished the drink, they all got ready to leave. Darla was the last to leave; checking to make sure the lock had fired to secure her apartment. “Someone going to ring Paul to tell him we are on our way?” said Darla.
Upon reaching the lift lobby, Darla pressed the call button. After the bell had sounded, the doors opened to reveal three people already in it so everyone crowded in and travelled down to the ground floor where the seven friends got out, and left the remaining three people going on down to the underground car park.
As the group walked through the lobby the security guard was stood outside smoking a cigarette, smiled at them as the approached the door. She operated the push handle to open the doors, and let everyone out then followed them out into the early evening.
When the group had exited, the guard asked, “You having a late one tonight?”
“Probably Derick. Did the twins give you your stash?” responded Darla.
“Yeah they did, this stuff is nice. Have fun then.”
All the girls climbed on their bikes and slammed the kick-starters down. The kick start lever’s internal servos boosted the action which fed fuel vapour into the cylinders, sent the charge from the battery to the spark plugs which fired and forced the pistons down which began the cycle.
Sandra’s voice came over the communication system saying, “Everyone hear me?”
“Yes,” came the reply from everyone.
“Which route, IC3 or IC1?” asked Tina.
“IC1 until North Stevran then the main road from it to West Docks Arch Bridge, then via Central Down town,” said Darla, “It’s the route I normally use to yours.”
“Ok,” said Tina.
Darla pushed her 850 Karzak back, closely followed by Abs with Tina riding pillion, then Angel, still carrying the rucksack, operated the stick shift for her motor-trike and reversed it out. Damieel followed suit on her motor-trike, then she pushed Sandra’s motor-bike back and followed the others heading for IC1.
Very soon all the motor-bikes and motor-trikes were accelerating up the onramp of IC1. As she approached 60 kilometres per hour she noticed the auto-gyro had been disengaged, she then re-engaged the auto-gyro, which would make sure that if and when she had to corner at the speeds she would be doing, it would not over lean and send both her and Sandra all over the IC.
“Darla how far before we exit the IC?” she asked over the comm. system.
“32 miles roughly,” came the reply.
The bikes sped down the IC approaching speeds of 100 to 120 miles per hour, and weaving through the slower moving cars. A few times using the side of the IC where broken-down cars were supposed to go and wait for pickup by the breakdown companies. As they entered Beeches District. ‘This is fun,’ she thought glancing down at the speedometer and saw it was reading 110mph. She also noticed the fuel gauge was just on the red area. “Sandra, the fuel is getting low,” she said over the communication system.
“Ok hun,” came her reply.
“Actually mine too,” said Abs.
“Ok it’s not far to IC1 Beeches Services where we can stop and fill up,” said Darla in response to the fuel issues.
Very quickly they saw the sign indicating services up ahead. As all the bikes were in the outside lane they all indicated to cross the IC, so they could feed into the services off-ramp. They slowed as they passed the fast-food place and swung off into the fuel-station where both Abs and her stopped either side of one pump.
Sandra climbed off, gave her a quick kiss and said, “Fill it.”
“Ok,” she said and climbed off, opened the fuel cap, then asked over the communication system, “What fuel?”
“High Performance hun,” came the reply which she selected by grabbing the nozzle from the pump. Then she inserted it into the tank and pulled the trigger which started the pump. On the other side, Abs was doing the same. Tina was stood looking at her smiling.
She tried to guess the reason, but came up with too many answers.
“Great isn’t it, hitting 120-plus miles per hour and knowing that you aren’t going to loose control of the bike,” said Abs.
“Tell me about it,” she replied, then after the trigger clicked back off a few times she replaced it in the slot on the pump, then replaced the fuel cap and climbed back on, kick-started the bike and joined Darla at the side of the fuel kiosk.
When Sandra had returned after paying for both bikes fuel she joined her riding pillion and said, “You are doing great out there.”
“Thanks hun,” she replied and, as the rest of the group accelerated, she also accelerated and rejoined the road that would lead them back to IC1. Very quickly all the bikes were again weaving through the traffic.
She asked over the communication system, “Darla, where’s the twins?”
“Coming behind us driving trikes, they haven’t got the ability to weave like we have. They’ll catch us up later. They’ll continue on IC1 until CW4 starts and then they’ll cut across and more than likely arrive at a similar time to us.”
“Ah, ok,” she replied, smiled, accelerated and indicated to go into the outside lane, checking the rear-view mirrors as she did. She swung the bike into the outside lane and passed a two-trailer road-train, who sounded its horn as Sandra and her zipped past. Both of them smiled and Sandra stuck her fist into the air in a return salute to the trucker who she saw smiling in the rear-view mirror as she indicated to swing back into the middle lane. After ten kilometres Darla indicated to cross into the nearside lane for the upcoming exit, both Abs and her did the same, and joined Darla in the inside lane. As they left IC1 all three bikes began to slow as the approached the traffic lights at the end of the off-ramp.
After the lights had changed and the group had turned onto the bridge over the IC she looked down onto the IC, as they crossed the bridge and saw six low-loader vehicle transports all carrying wheeled armoured personal carriers heading south. She thought, ‘interesting they aren’t painted in military green and whose logo is that on the side of the tractors.’
“You see the low-loader convoy that just passed us under us on the IC hun?” she asked Sandra as they slowed for the set of lights on the opposite side of the bridge.
“No, I didn’t love,” replied Sandra.
“Yeah, six low-loader vehicle transports, all carrying what looked like military grade, wheeled armoured personal carriers.”
“Heading which way?” asked Sandra.
“South and before you say, I don’t think they were heading for the military base on the banks of the Stevran, they weren’t painted military green.”
“Now that’s interesting.”
“Yeah I saw them as well,” said Darla, “I can’t identify the logo on the tractor cabs though.”
“Nor can I Darla,” she responded.
As the lights turned green all three bikes accelerated, passing nice-looking apartments on both sides of the main road. Heading in the opposite direction drove two city police vehicles, lights flashing and sirens blaring. After an unknown amount of time driving, the traffic slowed as they approached a secondary road junction. From what she could see it was a traffic jam caused by the time of day and the shift change in West Docks.
Darla’s voice came over the communication system, “Right at the secondary road ahead and head for the Triple Suspension Bridge.”
“Ok,” replied both Abs and Nibs as they indicated right, and as soon as they reached the junction, they turned and accelerated down the secondary road.
Some of the shops caught her eye as interesting places to checkout for technology and odd bits she needed in a couple of planned tools to help her in cracking security systems. They also passed a couple of large vehicle factories, the first, located on the south side of the road, owned by Suraban Motors the vehicle manufacturing subsidiary of Forden Incorporated and the other on the north side by DYM Ground. The lots outside the factories were packed with new cars awaiting distribution to dealers and franchises. Out of DYM Ground came a vehicle carrier carrying twelve small Hasda style cars, which turned right and headed for West Docks. The driver looked rather annoyed as she passed the girls, but she did smile and wave.
As the bikes approached the main road which would lead them to the Triple Suspension Bridge, the sky was becoming overcast with dark clouds rolling in from the south west. As the amount of light dropped the overhead lights started to flicker on and more and more cars switched their headlights on. All three bikes switched their headlights from sidelights to main beam, and turned left across the main road, as the lights that would have stopped them changed to red, and accelerated down the main road towards the Triple Suspension Bridge.
As its name suggested, the bridge had three towers, whose top were close to a thousand meters tall. Running between each tower were two massive continuous cables that had smaller cables coming from it which actually supported the roadway high enough in the middle to allow the biggest container ships to pass easily underneath. At its highest point the road was 450 meters above the river. The entire bridge was painted white and looked impressive. As the girls approached the northern toll gates all three bikes slowed and stopped in the queue that was waiting to pass. After about a minute Darla paid for all three bikes, and when the bar had lifted all the bikes accelerated down the short distance of flat road before the road began to slowly rise. After half a mile the four feet wide suspension cables appeared from the multi thousand tonne concrete bases and then the north bank of the river disappeared in almost a sheer cliff, below was a small tidal silt beach. As the bikes passed through the first of the support towers one of the massive super container ships was passing on the north side of the central tower, heading out of West Docks towards the Toraz Sea. Overhead were two city police copters, one heading over the river from the south side and the other was hovering on the south side of the middle tower.
*****
The twins, driving within the speed limits in the outside lane of IC1, passed a convoy of ten low-loaders each carrying a wheeled armoured personal carrier, coming onto the IC from the junction that served the city’s North Airfield and port.
After a while the twins passed the junction where the rest of the girls left IC1, and continued on towards the IC1 tunnel that passed under the river at its mouth. They knew that barring major hold-ups, it would take about another 40 minutes to an hour to reach home base.
As the twins approached the toll booths that marked the northern reaches of the IC tunnel they indicated and crossed into the fast lane, as Darla had paid for them to have twenty journeys through the tunnel and they had still another 12 on the current ticket. They saw the six low-loaders that Nibs and Darla had seen as they left IC1 passing through the toll gates dedicated to trucks and similar.
Damieel said to Angel over their communication system, “Mention the low-loaders to Mistress when we next see her.”
“Yeah, that’s what, 16 low-loaders, all carrying the same wheeled APCs,” replied Angel as she passed the toll gate and slowed to wait for Damieel to pass. When she had, both of them accelerated and entered the tunnel. After about two kilometres of tunnel they exited and saw four vehicle low-loaders with the same logos as the other low-loaders parked up in the long term car park to the east of the IC, this time carrying no APCs.
Damieel thought, ‘Strange.’ “Angel, let’s pull off at the next junction and wait for the low-loaders we saw on the north side of the river to pass and follow them to their destination. I want to know where they are going; with those four it makes twenty vehicle carriers all with the same logo on the tractor side. I think something major is being planned.”
“Yeah I think you may be right, and Mistress did say if we see something out of the ordinary we are to try and locate either the source or destination.”
“That she did.”
The twins pulled off the IC at the next junction and waited for the low-loaders to pass under them; they then accelerated and rejoined the IC about six cars behind the last low-loader. The twins kept their distance so as not to alert the drivers that they were being followed, as they took the junction at the start of CW7. They continued to follow the vehicles until they left CW7, turned left, and as the low-loaders turned left towards Wacker Incorporated city headquarters, the twins continued to drive along the main road until they reached the end where they headed for Home Base.
*****
The five girls continued on the main road after the Triple Suspension bridge until they reached the main road that they would have been on if they had taken West Docks Arch Bridge. Here they turned right and followed the main road, until it became a secondary road. They continued on until it finished at a T-junction where they turned left and headed for Home Base.
*****
Upon arrival at Home Base Nibs saw Darla was looking worried. “I wonder where the twins are,” said Darla sounding rather concerned.
“Probably got held up in traffic,” said Tina as she climbed off her bike.
Nibs and Sandra followed Abs and Tina in climbing off. Abs then walked to the garage door and opened it. Tina who was close behind pushed her bike along with Sandra pushing hers and Darla pushing hers into the garage and parking them of the main stands.
When all three were out of the garage Abs closed and locked the door. “The Twins do have a key for the garage, don’t they Darla?”
“I think so, they can always come and get one from us if the don’t.”
“That’s true. That reminds me,” said Abs, “We need to get a set sorted out for Nibs.”
“True we do,” said Sandra as she led the group up the steps to the front door.
When Sandra had opened it and walked in she saw Paul look up from the computer saying, “Hi, you’re back early?”
“Yeah we know, but we have had an interesting job offer,” said Sandra.
“Oh, what is it?” asked Paul and he turned around to face the girls as they sorted them selves out jackets and pistols wise.
She took Sandra’s and Darla’s jacket and shoulder holster rigs. She walked into the corridor and hung Darla’s jacket and shoulder holster rig up behind the door. She then entered the bedroom and hung hers and Sandra’s up.
Her improved hearing easily overhearing the conversation in the living room, “Raid a corporate site and steal an assault rifle and plans,” continued Sandra.
“Oh, interesting.”
“Yeah, so is the money on offer for the job,” said Tina as she filled the peculator jug to start making some coffee. “Coffee anyone?” asked Tina, as she refilled the filter after emptying the used one and switched the peculator on after returning the filter.
When she had returned she was closely followed by Abs who had taken hers and Tina’s jackets. She looked around and saw Sandra was loading the big house water-pipe. After finishing she took one of the flexible pipes, and was joined by Abs as she went over the back of the sofa. Sandra lit her lighter and the two sucked hard, smiles spread across both of their faces, as the smoke had the desired effect. She joined them on the sofa, grabbed the third tube, sucked and got a hit from it from the trapped smoke.
Paul took the Cambar cigarette from the ash tray next to the computer, stood up and wandered over to the other three-seater sofa and asked, “How much money is on offer for the job?”
“Five million plus a million bonus minimum,” she said in response to Paul’s question.
“You are, kidding. Aren’t you,” came Paul’s response.
“No we are not,” she said smiling, she also took out her PDU and powered it up. When it had finished booting she opened NetViewer and checked Nick’s two personal NetMail accounts. One was for Nick’s old feminine persona and her old main account for Nick. She had a few journals emailed to these accounts rather than her GhostNet account.
“Shit, Gary’s at training this evening, and has a few errands to run for his father tomorrow,” said Paul.
“Any idea how long the errands will take him tomorrow?” asked Abs.
“He thinks most of the morning, but he should be free in the afternoon.”
“Ah, right, we can do some research in the morning and I have a few jobs to do anyway, like secure the network and install my drives so we can get to my research work, which may prove useful and as is my right as a holder of a full Street Ghost Licence, to upgrade the associate status of the Vixens to a full Street Ghost Team,” Nibs said.
Everyone looked at her in astonishment at her statement.
“Don’t you remember me saying I was thinking of going into freelance work?”
“Yeah I do,” said Paul.
“Yeah I had a job offer from Damien Cameron, leader of the Cameron Raiders when I had finished college.”
“Were you going to accept?” asked Sandra.
“I don’t know, it was dependent on the corporate offer which I was highly likely to get at the end of my college course which was almost certainly to be either something computer-related or an electronics based course.”
“How come you hold a full licence though? You’re only the same age as us,” asked Paul.
“Cameron Raiders. I was advertising my services as a freelance home security consultant and was contacted by a Damien Cameron; he asked me if I would test the security system in his home. From the initial survey, I found a couple of weak spots and then when I did break in, I found five major problems in his house’s overall security grid.” Nibs took her tin out and rolled a Cambar cigarette, “I then wrote a report on the security grid and as my normal working practice, I offered to upgrade it at five decks per hour plus the cost of parts. He accepted my offer, and when I turned up to start the upgrade that’s when we met for the first time, up to that point we had been emailing each other. After the upgrade job was finished he asked a couple of his friends, both experienced ghosts, to try and crack the new security system. They failed before they even got into the house, and it was at that point he offered to employ me as a researcher, he also introduced me to the rest of his team. Most of which I still keep in 'semi' contact with, I should email them very soon and let them know I am about to start in the biz. After the job he employed me for finished, some of the team just dropped off the face of the planet bar email, but they all said if they ever work in Suraban or where ever I was at college, they would contact me and if I was old enough offer me work as a full Street Ghost.”
Tina got up and went to sort out the coffees. Sandra, who had rolled a Cambar Cigarette offered it to Nibs who showed her hers.
Nibs then continued, “My job with the Raiders was to conduct site assessments, background financial research and all manner of other tedious tasks, which I had already been doing for a couple of years, hence how I met the two from Ne-U-bar, and be an extra set of eyes on the outside when the raid which they where planning went down.” Nibs took another draw and expelled the smoke, “One of Damien’s team was so impressed by my work he offered to upgrade my associate status to a full license and he also gave me a gift, namely an experimental tablet computer, ultra-limited issue, only seven tablets of this spec existed as of that time, and I don't think that number has gone up. The guy also said that when the time was right he had another gift for me. God knows how he got hold of the tablet, and I don’t care. The company that made it produces a Dual processor version for general sale, but not the triple-processor version I was given, the guy said he had stolen a couple whilst on a mission he had done before he met me.” She then picked up the mug and took a sip of coffee that Tina had placed on the coffee table in front of the group, and continued, “he left the Raiders just after the mission was completed, but he did say to me to keep my eyes and ears open, and that he would be in contact again when the time was right. He emailed me a couple of months later and asked me to do some research into a target his current team were planning to kidnap, that’s the last time I heard from him. My listing on GhostNet says full Street Ghost brackets associate until I am 18, and my birthday is just under a month away, but I have all the privileges associated with having a full ghost license, e.g. I can sponsor associates so they can upgrade their licenses to full licenses, and if I wanted I could be employed as a full Street Ghost.”
“Hell, you really are a person of many different aspects,” said Sandra who gave her a kiss on the forehead and snuggled down into her arm.
“That I do agree with, sis,” said Paul, “nevertheless you are still very welcome, and I think you may give the Vixens an edge we didn’t have before.”
She noticed the evil grin that spread across Paul’s face.
“Does anyone have any problem with me inserting my drives and upgrading the network here?” she asked.
“No, I have no problem with you doing it. I had planned to but never got around to it,” said Paul. Tina also nodded her approval to her request
“You want some help with it hun?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah, ok,” she replied, “You can start by getting me my two small rucksacks please, and be careful with them.”
She went over to the computer and sat down in front of it. She then minimized all the open display planes, opened the control plane. She then selected and opened the icon that brought up the list of items in the systems. A quick view of the main system told her what the system currently had a Digital Data Drive (DDD) drive, one 5 tera-gig high speed platter drive. The graphics card was good, the sound card was not bad, but it could have been better. Sandra returned carrying both the rucksacks she had requested.
She asked, “Paul, you need anything saved before I install the drives?”
“No, do what you need to, oh, Sarah says she hopes you enjoyed the Harliquanis Mall?” Paul replied.
“I did thanks.” She then turned off the base unit, and only when it had finished the shut down did she kneel down so she could pull the base unit out. Sandra also knelt looking into the rucksacks after she had placed them both beside her. She opened the one that contained her various tool wallets, and removed a small tool wallet. She opened it and removed one of the cross headed screwdriver bits and heads along with a ratchet handle which she used to remove the screws that held the computer's cover on. When the case was undone she removed it completely and placed it beside the computer desk. She then removed two of the front panels and the metal panelling which was located just behind. When she had removed the front panels and the metal, she opened the other rucksack and took out the two drive bays, both of which were connected by a data cable and a power splitter.
“What are you doing hun?” asked Sandra.
She looked at Sandra’s face which was one of being very interested in what she was doing and how she did it. “Checking the position of the port where I will be plugging the data cable into.”
“Ok. What is in the other bags and wallets?”
“Various items I have bought, acquired or constructed.” She then undid the two screws that had held then in her old computer, she then slid the two complete drive bays into the open bays on the computer. When the drive bays were fully in, she inserted the screws into the newly-installed bays, and she then screwed them both up tight so the bays wouldn’t come out. After they were secured in the computer she connected the power splitter into one of the free power cables that hung from a silver box located at the back and top of the computer. “This cable provides the drives with power.” After making sure that the data cable would reach the position on the main circuit board and not be taught, she pushed the data cable into the free slot and made sure that it too would not come out by accident.
“What is that?” asked Sandra and she pointed at the graphics card.
“That’s the graphics card, and the card just beneath is the sound card.”
“I know which one is the graphic and sound, but that one I’m not sure about.” Sandra then pointed at the third one right at the bottom of the computer case.
“That one is a wireless router card. The computer acts as the house’s fire wall against outside intrusion.” She then placed the cover back on and secured it to the case. After which she returned it to the hole where she had removed it from. Making sure it was home and secured along with checking all the cables were still in place, she then pressed the power button on the front of the case. “Hun can you press the Escape key please.”
“No worries,” replied Sandra and she did just that.
She went into the rucksack she had taken the drives from and removed one of the black padded bags, opened it and took out the entire tablet computer and its recharge bay. She found a spare plug, then plugged in the power cable and pressed the power button, which switched the tablet on. She left it whilst it booted up and took a look at the LCD screen of the main computer and sat down in front of it. As she was looking at the main computer’s screen she said to Sandra, “If you want get the Laptop out and power it up. It should automatically scan for the wireless router card. I wouldn’t do anything for a bit after that.” She then pressed the enter button, and the screen changed to show a list of the basic system hardware that included the original 5 tera-gig drive, a DDD, keyboard and all the other basic computer things that were plugged into the main circuit board. She then scrolled down using the arrow keys to where the drives were displayed, and, on the two secondary drive entries, selected Auto Scan. She then pressed the escape key which took the screen back to the first screen. She then, again using the arrow keys, scrolled to the third option, ‘Drive Options’ and pressed enter, the screen changed to display the various drive options. Again using the arrow keys, she scrolled down to where it said Drive 3 and changed it from ‘Hard-Installed’ to ‘Hot Swap’, and did the same to Drive 4 entry. She then returned to the first menu, selected the Save-and-Exit option and pressed enter. The computer then underwent a complete reboot and started to load the operating system.
When the operating system had loaded the screen displayed a wolf’s head and surrounding it was the words ‘The Bitch Vixens’. The front door opened and the twins walked in carrying the bags containing the clothes she had bought earlier.
After the twins had placed the bags by the door leading to the bedrooms, Angel said, “Mistress, we have some information that may be useful.”
“Oh. What?” Darla asked.
The twins then told Darla everything they had seen en-route to Home Base.
“Yes, that may prove useful, if not to us but to others,” Nibs responded to the twins’ explanations. She then turned back to the LCD screen, opened the drive browser and checked the new drives still worked, and had been picked up by the computer and operating system. she then reached over, unclipped the tablet from it’s recharge bay, picked it up, and using the stylus which she took from it’s hole, opened the network options screen. She then selected Detect new networks in the area button. “Hun can you open the NetViewer and,” Nibs paused for thought for a few seconds and continued, “go to Favorites and select Black Net Mail Server, and tell me how many new messages I have?”
“Ok.”
As the detection progress had finished. She placed the tablet down on her lap, and turned to the house’s computer and selected the main drive; selected properties which she then changed to network read/write and clicked ‘Apply new settings’.
She picked up the tablet, then selected with the stylus, the house network, and pressed the screen with her finger, which operated the ok button and connected the tablet with the house network. She then highlighted SecurityAccess.tgz and copied it to the main computer’s main drive, when the file had finished copying, she then went to the main computer selected the file and it ran. The file opened into a new window, where she selected the extract option and let the file extract to its own directory. While the files were being extracted, she listened to the conversation that was happening around the coffee table.
“Does anyone know if Tom is a sub or of that inclination?” asked Darla.
“I think he may be,” replied Abs.
“Mm,” responded Darla, “It may be fun to train a male. I’ve not had a man and I know I’m bi and I also know that the twins would enjoy helping.” She saw Darla look at the twins who to her mind smiled even more, it seemed.
Both Angel and Damieel said, “It would be lots of fun Mistress.”
“Does anyone know his phone number?”
She leant over and whispered in Sandra’s ear, “Tom would love it.”
“I bet he would. Have you got his number?”
“I have,” she said and she took out her PDU, then opened the phone book and selected G. when the page was loaded she selected Tom, which opened the contact page and she then passed it to Darla.
Darla looked surprised when she passed the PDU over. Only when Darla had looked at the screen, did she realised what she was doing, “Thanks Nibs.” Darla copied his phone number into her phone and passed the PDU back to her.
“How many emails?” Nibs asked Sandra.
“None, hun,” replied Sandra.
“Ok.” She then went back to the computer and double clicked the main installer program which brought up the install screen. She clicked next and typed in her 40-character alphanumeric password and hit the enter button. This action took the installer to the next screen, showing the progress bar and which files where being copied, at some points lots of various files were being copied, at others only one file which took a few seconds to copy and install. After the progress bar had finished the computer automatically rebooted itself. When it had finished rebooting she opened the 60 tera-gig drive in the drive browser and double clicked the file named NetworkSecurity.com, it would be this program that secured the network from outside access. She knew how long it took securing the network at her old home. This computer is no where near the speed she had access to, it would take a while to run as it would secure each and every port on the entire system, and would also scan the area for known units and secure those too. Nibs spoke over the general conversation, “Drinks anyone?”
“Yeah thanks,” almost everyone replied.
She got up and walked into the kitchen, refilled the coffee peculator and made a fresh pot of coffee.
After the network security had finished, she turned off the computer and placed the tablet on standby in its cradle and joined everyone around the coffee table chatting, which went on until the early hours of the morning.
Around 2-ish everyone said night and headed for their respective beds. As Abs, Tina, Paul, Nibs and Sandra left the living room Darla dragged out the Sofa bed and dug out the bedding from under the other sofa.
Nibs and Sandra undressed, and they both climbed into bed and fell into a sound happy sleep, dreaming pleasant dreams that night.
Chapter 11 — The Researching
In the morning she woke and found Sandra had already gotten up, on the bedside table was a freshly rolled Cambar cigarette which she picked up, lit and inhaled a couple of draws from. She then got up and looked at the clock which read 12:47BN. She realised that she must have needed the sleep; it was not like her to sleep for that long.
She walked out and crossed the corridor to the bathroom. After finishing in the bathroom she walked into the living room and found Tina and Paul sat at the breakfast bar reading one of the daily papers. Darla was sat at the computer looking at a net page. The twins, Sandra and Abs were nowhere to be seen.
”Where’s Sandra?” she asked when she had walked in.
“Out back with the twins and Abs, combat training.”
“No we’re not,” said Sandra as she, Abs and the Twins walked into the living room via the bedroom corridor, sweaty after their workout.
“You should have woken me, hun. I also need to practice,” she said to Sandra who gave her a kiss on the lips.
“Ok, sorry, but you looked so peaceful I thought it better to leave you than wake you.”
“Thanks, I needed it,” she responded. “Any reports of the APCs moving to Wacker Inc?”
“No. None at all, which is strange, an occurance like the one the Twins described would likely bring the news crews,” said Tina.
“Coffee Nibs?” asked Abs.
“Yeah thanks,” she replied and picked up the laptop, which was sat on the coffee table. She sat on the sofa against the wall, opened the laptop screen and pressed the power button. After the laptop had booted, she opened NetViewer and selected the Black Net Mail Server page, logged in and found no new emails. She then selected the link to the mail options page so she could sort out the redirects. After that was don, she then created another copy of NetViewer and using the same log-in she created a new Full Street Ghost ID for Nibola Calton and placed her old account into the not active list. She thought, ‘The next job of the day would be to sort out the rest of the Vixens and their ghost statuses.’
Abs brought her, her coffee and plonked herself down on the other sofa, Sandra wandered over and sat down beside her and looked at the laptop screen.
“What you doing hun?” Sandra asked.
“Just sorting out Nibs’ Street Ghost net account and redirecting Nick’s emails to Nibs’ account.” After She had finished her coffee she realised she was starving, she hadn’t exactly eaten much since leaving home on Frodar and it was the following Ulleam. “What have we got for food?” she asked.
“Take a look in the cupboards hun,” replied Sandra.
With this statement, she got up and walked into the kitchenette and opened the first cupboard above the work surface. She found a few tins of general food; she then went from cupboard to cupboard and found some good things to eat. Saucepans and other such items were in the cupboard left of the cooker; to the right were plates, bowls, knives, forks, and spoons. “I hope no one minds me cooking something?” she asked, “because I am hungry. I know I haven’t exactly eaten since dinner on Frodar evening before I left for the party.”
“Hell no,” said Tina, “I’ll give you a hand.”
“Angel, Damieel if either Nibs or Tina need something go to the shops for them.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Angel replied, Damieel nodded in agreement.
She opened the fridge which was under the work surface near the front door. In which she found sausages, bacon, eggs and other food items that needed to be kept cool. “Have we got a freezer Tina?” she asked.
“No we ain’t actually, why do you ask?”
“Bulk make and cook, then freeze for reheating later. It’s the one thing my mum did, was make lots of some things, divide it up, then bag and freeze it, so if either dad or me were too busy to cook something we always had stuff available in the freezer.
“Now that’s a good idea,” said Paul, “It’ll save on cooking at points.”
“What to make,” she said quietly to herself. “I know, sausage casserole,” she said after spending a few minutes looking and grabbing ingredients. “Who does the cooking normally?”
“Whoever can be bothered normally,” answered Abs.
“Angel, Damieel. Hang on, how well stocked is the local grocery store,” she asked.
“Depends on what you need or want?” answered Abs.
“Red split lentils,” she responded.
One of the group’s mobiles, all of them bar her PDU were sat with the rest on the mantel shelf above the fire place, started to play a song by Dark Hands, a well-known heavy rock band. Paul went and picked it up, looked at the screen and answered it, “Hi, Gary, What’s up?”
After a couple of seconds, Paul continued, “Ok, hang on. Do we need anything? Gary’s finished the errands.”
“Yeah we do,” said Sandra, “Bread, spread, basic food supplies.”
“Any technology magazines, business magazines, the latest computer trade papers. I don’t know the situation with computer consumables like printer supplies, blank DDDs and suchlike,” she said. “Suggestion; we’ll ring him back when we’ve been able to organise a list of things for the job research we need to do.”
“Did you hear Nibs, Gary,” said Paul into the mobile phone, and after a couple of seconds closed the top of the phone.
“Pizza I think,” suggested Sandra.
“Yeah, I think so, I’ll cook later,” she said and walked through the door leading to the bedrooms, and returned after about 30 seconds with her PDU and sat down on the sofa with the back to the wall. She tapped the screen with the stylus and asked, “Can someone tell me what the situation is with basic computer supplies like printer supplies, paper, and blank disks. I know my laptop and tablet can write DDDs, I also know I have none with me.”
“Darla, can you open the cupboard next to you and see how many DDDs we have and the paper situation,” Paul asked, “I know we have no printer toner,”
She tapped the PDU screen, then entered zero on the printer toner line of the list she was looking at. Darla opened the cupboard door and grabbed the small pile of paper and said, “This much paper,” and showed a small pile of plain paper, “and it looks like no DDDs at all.”
“Right,” she said, “can someone tell me Gary’s phone number. Can your computer write Rewritable DDDs or is it a write-once D drive?”
“I think it’s a write-once drive Nibs,” replied Paul.
Then Sandra walked in from the veranda and said, “Five various topped pizzas are on their way, they should be here in twenty minutes.”
“08842779266514 is Gary’s phone number,” Paul said reading directly from his mobile.
She typed it into the PDU which doubled as her mobile, saving it to the memory when it had been entered.
She was wearing a happy smile. It was one that she had gotten use to wearing. “Hi Gary, its Nibs.”
“Oh hi Nibs, can I take it this is your number?”
“Yeah it is. I’m going to text you what we need; can your phone receive thousand-character texts?”
“Yes it can, it’s a top of the range Digital Delta phone.”
“Excellent,” she said, “Hang on, I’m going to send the list and put you on speaker.”
“Ok,” responded Gary.
After tapping the screen, she sent the file and switched her PDU to speakerphone. “It’s sent.”
“Yeah I’ve got it,” Gary said. “Let me check it, ok, latest business and technology magazines. What is going on?”
“We’ve got a job offer yesterday and we are going to spend the afternoon looking into it.”
“Ok, give me an hour, hour fifteen to get these things and get to you. I’m currently in Wester Park District on CW8 and about to pass IC12, I’ll call into the local hypermarket just off the next main road junction and I’ll ring you when I’ve finished and give you an idea on my ETA.”
“Ok,” she said, “chat to you soon.” She then disconnected the PDU. “Can someone pass me my tablet and place my laptop on the coffee table pointing at the screen please?”
“Oh why?” asked Darla.
“Photos for your Street Ghost net page. All full licence holders need to have a photo. It’s a security check and allows for identification should something happen on a mission.”
Angel passed her, her tablet, which had been beside the computer and Sandra placed the laptop on the coffee table facing the screen. She turned the tablet on. “Who’s first for their photos?”
“I’ll go first,” replied Sandra.
“Stand in front of the screen,” she said when the tablet had finished its boot sequence and had loaded the remote control and viewer for the laptop’s inbuilt NetCam. She tapped the laptop screen a couple of times down to adjust the angle of the laptop screen was at. On both the tablet screen and laptop screen came an image of Sandra standing in front of a white background. The tablet also showed a box which surrounded Sandra’s head and upper shoulders. She then tapped the tablet and a click sound came from the laptop’s speakers as the photo was taken.
“Next,” she said and Paul stood in front of the screen and again the click was heard as the photo was taken. It took a couple of minutes for everyone to be photoed. She then sat back down on the sofa and logged into her Street Ghost net account. She then clicked the link to the create full Street Ghost page and entered her new log-in into the sponsor box and copied it so to save time when she created everyone’s account. “Ok everyone think of how you would describe yourself skills-wise, and how much experience you have had as Vixens and Gangrels.”
”Sandra, do you want to go first?”
“Ok, hun,” responded Sandra and took the tablet when she passed it to her.
“Also be honest. Yeah, that something else Street Ghosts don’t generally lie, and if they do theirs a reason why.”
After Sandra, Tina went next, and as Tina finished, a knock was heard from the front door. Angel walked over to it and opened it. Standing on the other side was the Pizza boy carrying five large pizza boxes, “Pizzas,” said the boy in a southern Deum accent.
“Yeah thanks,” said Sandra who walked over taking her purse out and opening it. “Keep the change.” Sandra took the pizza boxes, she then shut the door as the boy retreated down the steps and back to his motorbike at the end of the driveway.
Bring, bring, bring went Nibs’ PDU as Gary phoned, she switched the PDU to speaker and said, “Hi Gary.”
“I got what I can in the way of business and technology magazines and the rest of the stuff on the list. My ETA at home base is 50 minutes. The traffic on CW8 is hell and from the traffic reports so is IC12 and CW23 in places.”
“Ok we’ll see you when we see you then,” she said, “oh, think how you would describe yourself skills-wise and be honest with it. I’ll explain when you get here.”
“Ok, Nibs,” said Gary and turned off his phone.
*****
The traffic was slow moving from the Hypermarket junction to the IC12 junction with CW8. Gary was driving his father’s LTV (Light Transport Van) which was used to make deliveries in. In front of the van was a stream of nine large double-decker coaches.
After CW8 IC12 junction the traffic got a bit better and Gary made good time after he passed the coaches. That was until the IC3 IC12, over the River Stevran, junction, where the traffic slowed to almost dead slow, and continued until the CW1 IC12 junction, where it accelerated again. Gary’s face was one of anger at the driver’s rubber-necking at an accident that had happened on the other side of the central reservation. The rest of the journey wasn’t too bad after that. He made good time and was soon turning the van into the driveway at Home Base. He got out, grabbed the shopping from the passenger’s side, and then activated the central locking and alarm with the press of the button on the keys he carried. He shoved them into the inner pocket of his jacket. He climbed the steps and kicked the door. Damieel opened it and let him in.
“Hi Gary,” said Damieel.
“Hi guys,” he said and put the four carrier bags on the breakfast bar and grabbed a pizza slice from the nearest open box. “Explain what you meant by describe yourself skills-wise, Nibs?”
“Ah the last person to be upgraded from an associate to a full Street Ghost. Stand in front of the screen for your photo and I’ll create your Street Ghost net page,” Nibs replied.
Gary just looked at her, “How can you create a Street Ghost net page, you need to be a full Street Ghost to do that?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “I hold a Street Ghost licence and have done so for about six months.”
“How do you hold a Street Ghost licence?” asked Gary.
She then spent the next ten minutes explaining how she became a Street Ghost.
“You owe me five decks Darla,” said Paul after she had finished explaining things.
“I do at that.”
She realised that Paul and Darla had bet each other Gary would ask something along those lines and chuckled.
“In answer to your question before you ask it. It was almost word-prefect,” replied Darla to her unspoken question.
Very soon Gary was typing in his skills at the tablet, and smoking a Cambar cigarette Sandra had shoved into his mouth.
“Oh yeah, there’s beer and the other basic supplies in the rucksack,” said Gary as he finished typing.
She turned the laptop around to check the power levels. She walked to where the power cable was plugged in and unplugged it, she also grabbed the tablet recharge bay. She returned to the sofa where she plugged in both plugs and then connected power cable into the back of the laptop and sat the tablet on the recharge bay. She then stood up and took the carrier bags containing the computer supplies to the cupboard where Paul removed the old toner cartridge, then inserted the new one. He then turned the printer on and it automatically printed a test page. She then looked into the other bags and took out Business Week, which was one of the many magazines Gary had bought.
“What are you looking for hun?” asked Sandra taking Financial Accountant out.
“Anything out of the ordinary surrounding Narizzan Inc., news reports, technology reports regarding new assault rifles specifically, other than that general R&D information,” she replied.
Paul turned round on the chair in front of the computer asking, “Anything I can do Nibs?”
“Yeah, do a net search for Narizzan historical accounts for the last five years,” she replied. “Check the main Corporate Bank NetSite for big loans, share offers, as well for large fund transfers, generally look for anything out of the ordinary within the accounts. This is the one thing the Corporate Bank is strict on, the filling of proper financial reports and accounts. Most of the big corporations fill monthly accounts, normally one to one and a half months after the month has finished.”
“I would have thought that the corporations would keep that information as secret as possible?” Tina look up and at Nibs.
She could see Tina was wondering why.
“Very simple, the Corporate Bank was set up by Echo Tech Inc, Corporate Enterprises and ATEC to be a site where they could facilitate fast money transfers and also to provide a place where employees could have a bank account and not have to worry about money transfers and such. All three and all the subsiderary corporations already filled completed accounts to the World Government every month then, the World Government just move the reporting centre to the Corporate Bank as well as moved the whole of the financial crime unit to the bank as well.” Paul looked at her and said ‘sorry’ with his face. “Corporate history and politics are a major interest of mine.”
“Ok.”
“Anything the rest of us can do?” asked Tina.
“Just think we know who's the target, what do we not know? Remember the first rule of the Street Ghosts, ‘we work for who we want to, not who pays the most’. A lot of Street Ghosts are very strict on that rule.”
“Very true,” said Abs as she took out Battle Technology Monthly, and on the cover was a headline New Assault Carbine trialled with the Jarrzar Military.
“When as Street Ghosts you get a job, always know whose employing and why, as it may become important, as some corporations hate other corporations, corporate takeovers can give the Street Ghost community lots of work, but it can also cause lots of problems as well. Other information to find out is as much background as you can about the target, whos on the board, who runs security, any specialist security forces they have, basically you want to know everything you can about the target. Print and if you can photocopy everything you find. You want to make a dossier containing all the information about the Corporations, job and anything you thing that you think may be relevant. My drives have a lot of information on them about the corporations, who hates who, who is trying to buddy up to other corporations.
“My biggest problem lies with the money trail. Corporations don’t pay five million for an assault rifle unless someone is about to lose a major multi billion military contract over it. Just think when you wrote essays at High School, what did you do when researching it. This type of research is the same, look at all military companies that supply assault rifles, who do they supply, do R&D for, etc. find out which country military and Corporate forces are looking for a new assault rifles.”
Tina went into the bag and took out the Financial Week and opened it at the contents page. When Gary had finished his Street Ghost net page he put the tablet down, got up and said, “Drinks anyone?”
“Yes thanks Gary,” said Darla as she went to pick up the tablet, “Do you need to use the tablet Nibs?”
“Yeah I do, thanks Darla, I don’t need the laptop, so swap?”
“No worries,” Darla said as she passed the tablet to Nibs and took the laptop in return.
She put Business Week down and selected the BlackNet Security Forum site. Tina stooped and picked up the magazine and started to read the news stories in it. She logged in as requested. “I'll make a list of the useful NetPages to go and look at when researching, like BlackNet’s Security Forum, it has a list of every corporation and what security system they run as standard and if any of their sites have been upgraded and to what level.” She then opened the search page so she could run a search for Narizzan Inc’s current Street Ghost security rating, and to see if they were upgrading or had in the previous few months. The search brought back a few posts concerning the current security procedures at Narizzan’s Suraban sites, but it also brought back a rating of a high 6, which meant they were using a security system that included a few advanced systems. She opened one of the first posts, and a shocked expression crossed her face when she read high 6 with a security runner. “Mm, interesting,” she said under her breath. She clicked the post message button. this opened a new screen in which she typed a message asking, ‘How come a high 6 with a security runner, shouldn’t it be an 8 or higher. Nibola Calton.’, and posted it the board.
Darla went to the companies’ registrar to try and complete a paper trail trace of who owned Narizzan Inc. The screen opened which would allow her to run the search, into which she typed Narizzan Incorporated and pressed the enter button. After a few seconds, of the computer and net thinking and working, the screen displayed the result. It showed Narizzan was owned by a Mr and Ms Tuebacca. She then duplicated NetViewer, where she typed the net address of Zuban Persons search engine and ran a search for Mr Tuebacca which brought up no results, she also carried out a search for Ms Tuebacca. This search also brought back zero hits, the results surprised her, as 99.9999999% of all people existed in the world on some computer system or another. “Nibs, What person search engine do you normally use?”
“Zuban Persons normally, why?” asked Nibs.
“I’ve just run the name Tuebacca through Zuban and got zero hits.”
“That does surprise me, Tuebacca is not a common name, it could be a front name for some other group, flag it and print it. You could try a Datafox search. It searches all credit records forms. Most of the major corporations that offer credit use it and to a lesser extent Fu Credit services.”
“Ok.”
Gary returned to the sofas and placed a can of beer in front of everyone. He took out New Technology Monthly and sat down with a can in one hand, the magazine in the other. He placed the can on the floor, then lit the Cambar cigarette stuck in his mouth and opened the magazine to the contents page, “Do the magazines have an online achieves of back issues?”
“Normally yes they do,” replied Darla, “Why?”
“This one has a two-page update on an article about Naban wanting a new assault rifle for their military.”
“Does the article give an issue for the original article and what’s the net address?” asked Paul.
“Issue 2667 and the net address is net.NewTechMonthly.bis,” he replied.
Paul opened another copy of NetViewer and typed in the net address. The screen displayed the home page of New Technology Monthly. Paul selected the back issues link which brought up a list of the previous twenty years with a next page button at both the top and bottom of the page. “What’s the current issue number?”
“2717,” replied Gary.
“That’s just over two years,” he responded as he clicked the year then selected the correct issue. When then page containing the contents opened, Paul clicked on the article titled ‘Naban in need of new assault rifle’. A small pop-up screen opened that asked for a user name and password, “Feck. It needs a log-in to access the article.”
“Favourite the link to the article Paul,” said Nibs.
“Ok.” He then clicked the ‘Add To Favourites’ button then said, “Done.”
Quickly Nibs brought up the contents page and the login screen appeared when she clicked the article link. She opened FileViewer on the tablet and selected the 60-terabyte drive on the main computer. She then double clicked the directory called NetBackDoors. When the directory had displayed she double clicked BlackOffice which opened and ran the installer. When the installer asked for a directory to be installed to, she selected one of the temporary directories on the tablet.
“What you running sweet?” asked Sandra as she sat down beside her
“A package called BlackOffice; it’s a login cracker. In a couple of hours it will have cracked the login. It’s great at cracking magazine and journal sites, but that’s about it."
Bing bong with the tablet as a reply was posted to the Black Security forum board. She opened the new post, and after a quick read realised the writer was an experienced ghost. The name also ran a bell with her, “Tiamus, I know that name.” She the screwed up her face in concentration, “Where. Damn.” She put the tablet on the coffee table. “I’m going to get dressed.” With that, she got up and disappeared through the doorway leading to the bedrooms.
Sandra picked up the tablet and logged out of Nibs’ Street Ghost account and logged in to hers. She clicked the button that opened the active Street Ghosts search page and typed Tiamus in the search box and clicked the search button. After a few seconds the screen changed to display Tiamus’ Street Ghost net page. “Nibs have you ever heard of a group calling themselves Alpha Raiders?”
“Alpha Raiders!” exclaimed Nibs as she crossed the corridor heading of the bath room to wash and shave. “I spent two weeks working for that group, that’s where I know the name from,” said Nibs and appeared in the doorway. Three weeks after the Cameron Raiders job had finished Tiamus, who had given me the tablet, emailed me, and asked me to do some net research into a target he and his current team the Alpha Raiders were going to kidnap. That’s who it is. Email him back for me, and say hi from Nick and add my new name in brackets.”
“Oh, hun. One problem, I logged out of your account?”
“No problem, see the chat program in the background bring it to the front and click the envelope icon it should take you to my black net mail server.”
*****
Elsewhere in the city, a short dark haired woman sat in a nice apartment looking at a computer screen reading forum messages, until she came to one sent by Nibola Calton on a security rating issue concerning Narizzan Inc. “Hey guys, I may have something here. You know when Paul gave us the Narizzan Inc job he said that a second team were being employed to steal something from the same site?”
“Yeah,” said another woman, with her hair tied up in a high pony tail, sat in the room reading a journal on new battle equipment.
“Someone called Nibola Calton has posted a message concerning the Street Ghost security rating of Narizzan Inc.”
“Oh what is the current rating of Narizzan Inc?”
“A high 6 with a security runner, that does sound a bit off, I would have expected a high 8 maybe a mid 9.”
“Yeah, that’s generally what I would have guessed,” said another woman, with platted silver hair that stretched to her buttocks.
“Post a message back to them, and offer to exchange research on the target and email Nibola directly and ask her was she employed to steal something from the Narizzan Inc site, Bee.”
“Yeah, ok, Misty,” responded Bee.
*****
A Bing-bong sound came from the Tablet’s speakers. “Hun the tablet just made a strange noise.”
“Ok, was it a bing-bong type sound?” Nibs responded from the bathroom.
“Yeah,” she responded.
“And is one of the NetViewers flashing?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a forum message, open the NetViewer that’s flashing and see who it’s from.”
“Ok.” Sandra clicked and opened the NetViewer that was flashing scrolling down to the message.
Nibs voice came from the doorway asking, “Who’s it from my love?”
“Someone called Bee. The message reads — ‘Do you want to exchange research on Narizzan Inc.”
Whoop-bing also came from the Tablet’s speakers, and from the bottom left a small box opened which said ‘email received from Bee91,Subj: Narizzan Inc.’
“Open it hun.” She heard Nibs leave the door way and head back towards the bathroom and bedroom.
She clicked on the box and another copy of NetViewer opened, loading the BlackNet Email Server page. She then clicked the subject line which opened the message. After a couple of minutes Nibs appeared wearing a pair of black cargo-trousers and a black short-sleeved top.
“What does the message say?” Nibs asked as she walked to where the Pizza boxes were; she opened one of the two closed ones and took out a slice.
“The message says,” replied Sandra, “’Have you been employed to steal something from the R&D research centre here in Suraban, as we have been employed to attack and destroy a specific lab of the same site.”
On hearing the message Paul turned around. “Great.” A big smile spread across his face. “The second team you spoke about.”
The tablet chimed and a box appeared on the screen saying username:- TonyDrum, Password:- aaa1146396, the box also had an ok button. Sandra looked up at Paul saying, “Paul you still got the NewTech Login page open?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Good I have a login and password for you to try.”
“Brill, what is it, sis?” replied Paul and he turned back to face the computer screen and found the copy of NetViewer that had wanted the username and password.
Sandra repeated the username and password back to Paul who typed it in, and pressed the Enter button, she was looking at the screen as it changed to display the article which Paul started to read.
Gary turned to Darla asking, “Anything on Mr & Ms Tuebacca?”
“That’s a good point,” replied Darla and she checked the two credit-check sites, “In a word, nothing, at all.”
“Great,” said Gary, looking a bit disappointed.
She brought one of the Pizza boxes over and put it on the coffee table, sat down, took out her tin, loaded her pipe and then smoked it.
“You look deep in thought hun?” Sandra said and kissed her on the forehead.
“I am. I’m still wondering who would want to pay five million for the rifle I know for a fact it ain’t Coltanar. They filled for Section 12 Financial Protection last year.”
“I may have an idea though, it says Andromeda has a share issue a few weeks back, and it was massively over-subscribed, and from the charts and reports I’m looking at the share price, it leapt 300% overnight,” said Tina who looked up from reading the magazine.
“Mm that does sound interesting,” said Darla, and closed down the two credit-check companies’ Net pages. She then brought the companies registrar site to the front, typed in Andromeda and clicked the search button, the screen changed to Andromeda’s details which included a link to its net page which Darla clicked.
“I can tell you the value Naban is planning on placing is worth 400million-plus decks in the first two years,” said Paul. “It looks like Narizzan Inc, Andromeda, Coltanar and a fourth unnamed company initially tendered for the contract. That was a couple of years before this article,” Paul said.
She looked at Paul and past him to the screen. ”Does the article give a spec of the assault rifle Naban was after?” she asked.
“Not in this article,” Paul responded, “I’ll do a search for any more articles on it,”
Abs asked, “Question. Any other arms manufactures in the world who would want Narizzan Inc not get the contract.”
She looked at her replying, “Research it.”
“I would but we haven’t got enough technology.”
“Here use the computer, I need a break.” Paul got up and stretched, wandered over to the armchairs, and plonked himself down into one, he proceeded to lean over and take a piece of pizza, only to say, “Hell someone email Black Hand, he’s always got his ear to the ground surrounding corporate politics and what’s what in the corporate world.”
“Yeah, shit,” said Darla in response.
“Love, can you email Bee and say yes we have been offered the contract.” She took another drag from her pipe. “Also what info do they have on the actual target site. Tell her that we are looking at who issued the contract initially.”
“Ok hun.” Sandra typed the reply to Bee then sent it.
“Can I have the tablet please,” she requested. When Sandra had passed it to her she clicked and opened BlackNet Email Server, when it was loaded she clicked the compose message. She typed in Tiamus’ Blacknet id, sending the following message, ‘How have you been and what is your connection to Narizzan Inc Security issues?’. Very soon after sending it, a chat window belonging to her Blacknet messenger opened and displayed, ‘Hi Nick or is it Nibola now?’
she typed back, ‘Its Nibola now or Nibs.’
About a minute later Tiamus reply appeared which read, ‘I’m not connected in any way to Narizzan Inc, I was offering my services as a Street Ghost to you and your group in planning the operation, free of charge.’
She typed, ‘Thanks. What do you know about the situation surrounding an Assault rifle Narizzan is researching?’
After a few minutes Tiamus’ reply appeared, ‘not much except it’s suppose to be a quite advanced assault rifle. I’ll keep my ear to the grapevine and email you if I hear of anything.’
“Can someone check the current status of Naban, I always thought it was quite poor,” said Gary.
“Yeah true,” responded Abs.
Darla typed GDP of Naban into a search engine, the search engine brought back five pages on the GDP of Naban, Darla clicked the first item which opened the Naban government home page, plastered across the top of the page was a massive advert for Rotork Theaban and half way down the front page was a news article about the government resigning and being replaced after a general election by the entire board of Rotork Theaban it was dated a couple of years ago. “Oh hell!” she exclaimed.
“What’s wrong Darla?” asked Tina.
“Naban looks as if it’s run 100 percent by Rotork Theaban.”
Nibs looked up from reading something on her tablet. “You are kidding aren’t you Darla, please say that you are, how the feck did I miss that.”
“No I ain’t,” she said and picked up the remote for the digital projector, “Can the laptop screen data be sent for projector display Nibs?”
“Yeah, is the projector linked to the computer?” asked Nibs.
“Yes it is,” answered Paul.
“Ok run DigitalShow it’s under the Programs menu Darla.”
She did, then turned the projector on, and on the large screen appeared the front page of the site, using the laserdot built into the projector remote pointed to the article she was looking at.
Nibs mouthed ‘Fuck,’ and sat back, “That answers a lot, Now I see how Naban can afford 400million decks in the first two years. It still doesn’t answer whose employing.”
*****
At about 03:00AN, Nibs turned to Sandra, “Can I borrow your bike I need to go for a ride and see the target site for myself.”
“Yeah you can, if you take me as well,” Sandra responded.
“Ok, hun, shall we go then.”
The pair headed for their bedroom to take their leather jackets, communication systems and shoulder holster rigs from the hooks just inside the bedroom door. They walked out the front door and opened the garage so they could take Sandra’s bike out.
Tina appeared at the door and chucked a bunch of keys at her and said, “Take my bike Nibs,”
“Thanks.” She bent down so she could pick up the keys that were at her feet. She went to Tina’s bike, unlocked the steering lock wheeling it out. She swung her leg over and dropped on the kick start and touched the throttle until the engine was purring. Sandra did likewise and both bikes started up the driveway as Tina turned and walked back in saying, “Have fun you two.”
“Shall we take some photos of the site if we are going to see it?” asked Sandra.
“Now that is a good idea,” she replied as the bikes turned right onto the main street they accelerated. “And I know the person to see about the camera as well. We need CW4.”
They followed the road, until it approached the start of CW4. Both bikes slowed and approached the junction to head south she was hopping to catch the lights before they changed, but after glancing in the rear view mirrors and seeing where Sandra was in relation to her, she decided to slow and stop at the lights.
The lights changed and both bikes swung onto the onramp for CW4 and accelerated up it, and onto the CW4, they both accelerated to around 70miles per hour and weaved through the traffic, which thankfully weren’t too bad.
She said to Sandra over the communication system, “Exit three.”
“Ok,” replied Sandra.
They drove through an area, of the city, locally known as Enclave City, more widely known as Richmond High District. Both of them looked around as they drove and as far as the eye could see was the white and brown of the corporate enclave housing estates, tower blocks, apartments and corporate run malls and shops. With the associated Corporate Security Check points, Patrols, Rules and Regulations which governed almost everything the locals did.
She began to wonder to herself, ‘Would I have ever been truly free even if they did accept Nibola’she doubted it very much ‘and would I have ever found Sandra and her friends’, again she doubted it. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at Sandra as they sped along. She saw simple joy and happiness in the face.
As they approached the junction they wanted to use they slowed and drifted across the CW to the right lane in preparation for the off ramp. Both bikes went down and slowed to a stop behind three cars that were waiting for the lights to change. The junction lights changed and they turned right and drove down the main road entering North Valley District. After travelling for about three miles the main road went under IC16 and then after another mile she slowed as the pair approached The Pegg Legg Inn. She turned into the car park, stopped and climbed off Tina’s bike. “Wait here hun.” She then walked in to the pub, where she walked to the bar and when a member of staff walked over. “Is Simon Peter in today?”
“No he’s not, can I ask who’s asking for him?” the barman asked.
“Tell him Nick Calton was looking for him, hang on can you tell me where his home is, I need to see him concerning some Street Ghost research I’m doing.”
“Yeah, no problem,” the barman replied as he remembered a Nick Calton from the last time Cameron Raiders was together. He led Nibs down the bar and lifted the bar section that opened to allow Nibs into the office. “His address is there.” He pointed at the wall beside the door on was a long list of addresses, at the top was Simon’s home address.
*****
A couple of minutes later Nibs came out. “He's at home in Valley District.” She climbed on to the bike and kick started it as did Sandra. Both bikes pulled out and back up the road they had used to arrive on. After about half a mile she made a right turn and sped down the road as it seemed to stretch into the distance.
After covering roughly ten miles she pulled into a side road and stopped outside a large set of gates.
“Nice place,” said Sandra as she slowed to a halt next to her.
“Don’t let appearances fool you; Simon Peter is a well respected Ghost from a few years back. The house is in his wife’s name.”
She leant over and pressed the call button on the intercom panel. After a couple of minutes a voice was heard saying, “Who is it?”
“Simon Peter, it's me Nick, you going to let me and a friend in.”
“Ok Nick,” replied the voice and the gates started to open.
The pair drove up the driveway and stopped in front of the main door which was open and Simon stood in the doorway.
“If I didn’t recognize the voice I would have said fuck off.”
At this she just smiled. “Yeah well all things considered I know it’s been a while since I last looked you up, sorry Simon.”
“Not to worry. Come in the both of you.” Simon said and turned and led then to the study.
“My next question is how can I help you Nick?”
“It’s no longer Nick, its Nibs. Do you still have the high-definition digital camera?”
“Yeah I’ve still got that.”
“May I borrow it for a while?”
“I don’t see any problem with that, I don’t use it and my wife has her own camera, so yeah.” With that he got up, and wandered over to the cabinet on the wall, and got down the camera, its bag. He also grabbed a couple of memory cards from the cupboard itself, as Simon returned to the seat he asked, “Why do you need it Nibs?”
“We need to take some high quality pictures of a site we’ve been asked to research.”
“Anyway I have things to attend to, so if that’s all, I am going to have to kick you both out.”
“No worries, thanks for the camera.”
As she opened the door, Simon turned towards the back of the house and disappeared. The pair after closing the front door walked to the where the bikes where parked and kick started the engines. They then turned around using the raised floor bed in the middle of the turning circle and drove up the driveway towards the gates which opened automatically.
After passing a lot of expensive housing and a few apartment blocks they approached the junction they wanted for CW17, which would take them back towards Central District and then on to Eban Hill District. Both bikes sped down the CW17 her mind began to wander again, trying to sort things she as Nick had seen, heard and assumptions she had made about many other things. She was still unable to make sense of a lot of it.
They passed under IC16, and after a few more miles CW17 entered a tunnel. Both bikes travelled through the tunnel, and passed the junction for CW9 and a short while later they passed the junction for IC2. They emerged from the tunnel just before the boarders of West Park and Central and the junction for Central, which was located very close to ‘Central Free Fire Zone’. They both took the back ways to the best place to take pictures of the Narizzan Inc R&D centre, Eban Hill. They followed the signs for the Figro Night club and turned left when they could see it. The road took them directly to the car park located on the far side of Eban Hill.
After parking they walked up the path that lead to the top of an old defensive castle’s hill, about 4/5ths of the way up both of them dropped off the path and into the scrubland that was the hill’s covering. They moved down the hill until they came upon a perfect spot where they both sat, and looked like a couple of lesbians enjoying each other's company. She started to take pictures and video of the site.
She worked left to right in strips taking photos so that when they were combined they would have a close in picture of the site. She finished the first pass and had filled almost one complete card. She filled the rest by videoing the main entrance and how the people dealt with vehicles and people if they could be seen. The second card she changed lens from the 20 to 100mm zoom to a 200 telephoto lens and took pictures of specific places through out the site. She concentrated on security towers, any guard posts, and the roof of the buildings.
After they had filled both 5gig memory cards with pictures and video, the pair got up and walked back up the side of the hill and returned to the path so they could walk back to the bikes.
The drive back was busy as it was rush-hour, and the traffic on the CWs and main roads was bad, thankfully not terrible.
When the pair had arrived back at the house, Abs said, “About an hour after you two left Bee contacted us again and suggested that we meet at theirs. We arranged to get to there around 07:30AN. The address they gave is in Grand South District, 32 to 34 266 West Third Avenue."
“Ah, ok, shall we go then, as it may take us a while to get to theirs as the traffic ain’t brill,” said Sandra.
“Yeah that’s what we where kind of thinking,” said Darla. “Gary you’re riding with me.”
“Ok,” responded Gary.
The group switched off the computers and left for the meet.
*****
```Chapter 12 — Street Issues.
When everyone had gotten their jackets and other items they needed for the run to Grand South District. Sandra and her both turned and were the first two down the steps. Behind them came the rest of the friends happily chatting away, sliding leather jackets on, making sure the communication systems were working properly, checking pistols, spare magazines, and their various close combat weapons.
At the bottom of the steps Sandra turned to face Nibs. “I’m driving hun.”
“No problem, I was hoping that you would say that,” she responded.
“Ok.” Sandra slid her Tard Kinetic 44 Heavy Automatic back into it holster, then zipped up her jacket and slid her hands into her gloves.
She looked slightly shock at the cannon Sandra carried, it hadn’t registered what she carried until now. She did the same with her 357 Delt Heavy, slid her hands into her sniper gloves, making sure the glove tops were covering her fingers, she also made sure that her knife was slid into her boot scabard.
Gary took his keys out and deactivated the alarm on the van, which also caused the central locking to unlock the doors. Gary climbed in, started it and moved back slightly the van so the bikes could get out.
Paul led the way, pushing his Mit-bu 1000RSx followed by Darla pushing her 850 Karzak. Angel kick started her Star Productions 850 Trike. Damieel also started her Star Ground 1000G trike via the electric start. Bang went something metallic from the garage and two engines started. Damieel was the next person to come up the driveway closely followed by Angel, Tina with Abs riding pillion were next, Sandra came up last. The group stopped at the top to wait for Gary and Nibs.
She walked down and closed the garage doors. Gary let the van roll forward until the bumper was against the door, he applied the brake and climbed out. Both of them walked up the driveway to the rest of the group.
“Do you know something Nibs, after the last game I think I’m going to have to break some bones in Detrict.”
“Why?”
“He thinks the team are loyal gang members, everyone is, just not to him, and for the hell he and the team put the school through over the last two years.”
She burst out laughing to what Gary had said. Gary headed for Darla’s bike and climbed on behind her. She climbed on behind Sandra and wrapped her arms around Sandra’s waist and kissed her neck.
*****
The bikes headed down towards the main road at the end of the minor street. The young ones from next door, up the minor road, were playing with toy guns with the children from the house opposite. They were shooting each other and generally playing combat and war. The bikes passed a couple of older children who were both sitting on an old washing machine that had been tipped up to form a small seat, they both looked over and waved at the group as it passed. Tina and Abs waved back.
She asked Sandra, “Whose youngsters?”
“Duggie and Sam’s older two, Duggie now looks after them two plus the three younger ones playing war with Alt’s two.”
*****
Just ahead of the group as they approached CW9’s onramp, three city security vehicles sped passed them and down the same onramp, sirens blaring, lights flashing. As the group accelerated down the onramp, more city security and a couple of Echo Tech Inc security vehicles also sped in the same direction on the CW itself. The second vehicle, of the Echo Tech Inc’s two, was a large van with Echo Tech Inc Tactical response unit logo on the side.
Gary said over the communication system, “Feck me. Let’s follow guys.”
”Hell yeah,” responded Tina and Paul at the same time.
The group accelerated and sped down CW9 following the security units. All of them left the CW9 at junction 15 and turned left. At the top were a couple of security officers who stopped the traffic as the security vehicles sped up the off ramp, after they had passed the pair moved back to the corner. As the group slowed for the lights they heard sirens in the distance. The lights changed and everyone after hearing a loud roar, which sounded like as if a jet plane was flying very low, looked up. Flying about 70 feet up were two dark blue figures. They looked to be using very advanced flight packs with what looked like small wings. Most of the group stared in shock at the figures.
Nibs used her improving vision to see that they both were carrying advanced looking weapons, not the normal assault weapons the security forces carried. She gulped and thought, ‘Where ever they are going to is fucking serious.’
All the bikes drove for about a mile along the street and was stopped by the queue of traffic, most of the cars looked as if they were empty as a small group had gathered a distance up the road. They slowed and parked up behind the parked cars. Another two figures flew in from the east over the tops of the houses and apartments and landed inside the perimeter which had been setup. The friends walked down the traffic stream until they reached the perimeter where they saw fifteen city security vehicles, three city security tactical response vans and associated men. Also present were eight Echo Tech Inc security vehicles and two large Tactical response vans, one of which had the words ‘Mobile Armoury’ on the side. The group could also see a pair of dark blue figures which looked like a male and female as the outfits they were wearing were form-fitting, and looked like they were covered in some form of advanced armour plates. Both of them had a large blade on their left arms and the lower right arm looked like a long tube. On their backs where flight packs that contained the jets, down beside the packs were the wings they used during flight. The packs had a couple of bits that extended over the shoulders and around the side at the waist. The female figure turned to look at the apartment block.
After a short while of looking at the scene, she turned to one of the other bystanders. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Some creature has escaped and is holed up in the block; both Echo Tech and City Security want it dead.”
More deep roars were heard as two more flyers landed; one of them was carrying a rifle-like weapon with a belt feed, which usually fed door mounted gunners in planes and copters, it was connected to the bottom of the flight pack the guy was carrying. The female said something to the operator in one of the Echo Tech Inc Vans.
Nibs noticed Sandra shake her head as if to clear it. “What’s wrong hun?”
“I don’t know. I think I’ve just heard those two talking as if I was standing next to them.”
She looked puzzled at her and asked, “What did they just say then?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Ok hun,” she responded.
One of City Security Officers, after being told something by another one, picked up a megaphone and said, “Please move back, this area is no longer safe for civilians. Please return to your vehicles and move them back, we will be closing the exits and entries to CW9 in twenty minutes.”
“Let’s get out of here,” said Gary. “We can watch it on the news.” He pointed to the two broadcast teams that were present. They all looked like they were wearing some form of body armour.
”Yeah lets,” said Paul.
With this everyone turned and started to walk back to their vehicles. On the way Sandra grabbed Nibs’ arm and slightly slowed so the rest of the group could move ahead of them.
As the pair dropped back slightly Sandra whispered into her ear, “This is what I heard. I think this is the female figure, ‘Is the building cleared of civilians?’. I think this is the guy sat in the van, ‘Almost only the top floor to be evacuated now lieutenant, City Security has the conservator contained for the time being on the second floor, but it’s not giving up without a fight. We have had reports that it has attacked on a couple of occasions and we think it may have trapped a family in one of the apartments.’ The lieutenant then said, ‘Ok let’s replace the city security units with Echo Tech Tactical Squads 3 and 5, then we will move in and hope we can rescue the family and destroy the conservator’. That’s all I got before I almost freaked.”
“Ok, we’ll check it out later in more privacy.”
“Ok so you don’t think I’m going mad?” asked Sandra
“No I don’t, I’ll explain later,” she said as they reached where the bikes were parked.
“Ok.”
When the group had arrived at the bikes and climbed on, they started them and headed off in the direction they had come, back towards CW9 and Misty’s.
*****
After exiting the CW and turning right along one of the main roads, the group was driving down passed a row of boarded up shops, one was open and had lights on. Outside was a large group of youths, looking through the security meshed front window. Outside a couple of apartments opposite were citizen’s and they were looking very concerned at the scene.
Nibs spotted the group stood outside the 26hr mall. “Hold up hun, something is going on in the mini mall.”
Sandra glanced left at the scene. “Oh yeah.” Sandra slowed the bike and looked on the right hand side for an alley-way she could turn into and stop.
“What’s up Sandra?” asked Tina over the communication system.
“Possible youth led hold-up left of the street. Pull over and let’s check it out.”
“Oh shit! Yeah,” exclaimed Tina, after she and Abs had looked at the scene. They followed Sandra’s lead in turning into the alley-way. She said via the communication system. “Gary, Paul we’re stopping. It looks like a group of youths are watching something in what looks like the only mini mall in the area.”
Gary’s voice came over the communication system. “Ok, Tina, we’ll pull into the next alley-way and wait for your report on the situation.”
Nibs was continuing to watch the scene as Sandra cornered and had just seen what was happening in the shop itself, but the group outside concerned her more than what was happening in the shop itself. “The group on the outside look jittery.”
“More like nervous as hell,” said Abs as Sandra and Tina turned right into an alley-way down between two five-storey tenant blocks.
As Sandra slowed she stood on the foot-pegs and moved onto the small back area where the rear lights were located and swung her leg over to get off. As she moved back towards the entrance, her Delt was in her hand and the safety catch was off.
Sandra’s voice came over her earpiece. “The thieves were either high or nervous.”
“Ok” replied Gary.
She knelt down in the shadow provided by the two apartment blocks looking at the scene very intently, studying it. Her eyes moved along the line of shops including the first floor windows, she saw a couple of gents looking out of a first floor window at the scene and they did look very concerned.
Abs quickly arrived at the entrance and took up a position opposite Nibs. She looked up the street and could see Gary, he had moved to the edge of an alley-way and was looking down the street at the scene. As she watched Gary she suddenly realised that she was seeing Gary far sharper than she should be able to. Very quickly Paul joined Gary at the corner. She saw Paul move in a low stoop fashion. As she looked at him move she saw Paul had his HK77 out from his bike’s hide. Paul ran as close to the building as possible, and he stopped in a sunken doorway belonging to a bookshop some four shops up the street.
“Nibs, Abs, where are you?” asked Paul over the communication system.
“Three shop doors from you opposite side of the road,” she answered.
“Ok, got you,” said Paul, he signalled ok with his hand.
*****
Back at the bikes Sandra and Tina had lifted the seats, unlocked a long metal box located above the rear wheel. They removed two M22 assault carbines from both, along with four magazines. As they walked back to the entrance they slid a magazine home and operated the action on each weapon.
When Sandra had joined Nibs at the entrance way. Sandra tapped her on the shoulder, as she looked at her she offered the M22 to her.
Nibs took it with her left hand. “Thanks. What the hell?”
“M22 Assault carbine love, we all carry assault-level weaponry on the bikes, remember.”
“Oh yeah, I do now!” she exclaimed then checked the safety and opened the breech slightly to check for a round, she saw one was present, she moved the selector to the five round burst fire position.
Abs who was looking up the street saw Darla had moved to join Gary on the corner and had shoved a Trig 27b into his hands, in hers was a HK23 Assault Carbine. Gary then ran in a similar fashion as Paul had and joined Paul in the doorway. She the saw Angel appear around Darla’s leg her Trig 8 semi-auto shotgun. She knew would have a solid slug in the breech and the 20 round magazine, Angel never used anything else. Damieel then passed behind her using the stooped run, she headed across the street. About thirty seconds later Angel moved in the same direction as Damieel. Darla then moved herself towards a car parked on the side of the road.
Nibs, who was looking at the scene in the shop. She saw one was carrying a length of wood, two of the youths had T100 SMGs, another, who looked like he was carrying a Y15 sub-machine pistol. He was aggressively threatening a small group of six shoppers, and the last two carried pistols. One of the two using a T100 was acting very aggressively to the two shop assistants who were filling a bag with money and cigarettes. The other person carrying a T100 along with one of the two carrying, what looked like, Y7 automatics were watching two women, one no older than 16 maybe 17 the second a young female adult, she was wearing a business suit, the pair looked terrified. She understood why, ‘They had been separated from the rest older looking middle aged people. They both sub consciously knew they were about to be raped by at least one, more than likely gang raped.’ The five carrying fire arms were the major threat to the people in the shop and the people watching the scene. ‘I hope some Street Ghosts are nearby we may need them.’
As Damieel reached the opposite side of the road she found a gent with long white hair tied back in a male pony tail along with a couple of teenagers. One of the pair was male, the other was female. The female had a round face and shoulder length dark brown hair, piercing hazel eyes and was wearing a T-shirt with a logo and underneath was the words Club Millana Staff, forest pattern camouflage trousers and a pair of biker boots. Sticking from the top of both her boots were three knives. She quickly double took the knives as they looked like throwing knives. The male had squareish face with short matt black hair and brown eyes, he was wearing a similar t-shirt as the female and black baggies. On his hands were a pair of fingerless gloves. She saw the fighting knife in its scabbard across the small of his back. She estimated their ages to be around the same as the Vixens’.
Angel joined Damieel on the opposite side of the street and the female moved to join Darla at the car. As she left, she saw she was carrying a well kept Trig 27b SMG. She also saw the male was using the same weapon. The gent on the other had was carrying what looked like an MA40. She noticed the guy gulp as he saw the Trig 8 especially when the pair of them were not exactly largely built. At least the Ydar SMG Damieel used was in keeping with her body’s overall frame.
Abs suddenly realised she could hear Paul speaking to Gary, and what was being said in the shop. She whispered to Tina, “Can you hear Paul, Gary, and Darla, and what’s happening in the shop.”
“Yeah I can,” replied a surprised Tina.
Nibs who had been watching the scene in the shop and the group outside saw movement from the guy forcing the workers to fill the bags. “Movement.”
The guy who was forcing the workers to fill the bags grabbed them. She heard him shout, “Get on the floor now, you Deum Scum!!” As they lay face down he aimed his T100 and fired a burst into them. She saw the pair jump and bounce around as the rounds hit them. “Feck!” she exclaimed.
Sandra who was stood behind her watching the scene as it unfolded, knelt down and whispered in her ear, “Welcome to the real world of the streets and the gangs hun. You ready to take them down.”
“Yeah, let’s do it.” The training Uthra had given her along with her natural discipline and the lessons from Tiamus and Damien came flooding back to the fore.
She saw the two who had been watching the two women grabbed each one and dragged them screaming and fighting towards the door. The one who had the bags chucked them to one of the two watching the rest of the people. When the two had caught the bags and started to back out of the shop, he shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and withdrew a fragmentation hand grenade. He took the grenade up to his mouth and pulled away, she saw the safety bar fly off. “Feck, GRENADE!” she exclaimed.
“Hold back; think tactically Nibs,” said Sandra sternly in her ear. “Way too many civilians currently. Remember the civilians are more important than anything else. As Gangrels we respect life, all life.”
“Abs, Tina, Sandra, Nibs, Gary. You have tactical control of the situation, I can see a few adults up the road from you carrying assault grade weaponry.”
Angel’s voice came over the communication system. “Guys, Angel. Me and Damieel are with a gent carrying what looks like a MA40 with GL (grenade launcher).”
Abs replied, “Ok Gary.” She turned to Sandra and Nibs. “When they get opposite stop them and contain. Me and Tina will support.”
“Ok,” they both replied and both brought the M22 to the assault position. Her first finger was over the trigger.
“Abs, Darla. What is happening in the shop?”
“The six are exiting with two females,” said Abs through the communication system.
As the guy, holding the grenade, backed out of the shop, he threw it into the small group of shoppers. As he underarm tossed the grenade, the people started to move and get to some form of protection between them and the explosion. Outside the guy turned and joined the large group which started to move up the street towards the friends. The hand grenade exploded, after a few seconds, and sent the thousands of razor sharp pieces of shrapnel out, the thin metal of the shelves and serving desk not providing much protection from either the concussion or the fragments. All of the shoppers were hit and most fell as the concussion blast hit them and they over balanced. The safety glass in the front window took the entire explosion. All the youths started to laugh as the grenade went off.
As group reached the building opposite, Abs commanded loudly, “Take them down.”
When Nibs heard the command, her battle instincts kicked in and she moved out into the street, closely followed by Sandra. They had their weapons at the assault position, shoulder stock into the shoulder, finger on the trigger, ready to fire. She looked over and as she reached the nearest side of the road, both of them fired a controlled burst across the street, so it impacted in front and behind the group of youths. They stopped in total surprise and shock.
Sandra shouted forcibly at the group, “Halt or we will open fire. By the authority placed in us by Central we hereby order you to halt and surrender, we have you surrounded.”
The one carrying the length of wood looked across the street at the fast approaching pair. To Nibs’ surprise he swung the piece of wood at the shop door which shattered the glass in the door frame. He and four of the group rushed towards the door and a possible escape route.
Two more of the group moved towards the alley-way and were confronted by two figures who had been hiding in the shadows, both of them were carrying assault grade weapons. The rest of the group went face down on the sidewalk as she shouted, “Face down. Now.”
She fired a second burst just into the brickwork above the doorway. The four who had gotten stuck trying to get through the door, stopped and backed away from the door, back into the street. She saw the shop lights go on and then she saw the pair standing cautiously in the door way to the stairs and back room, one was carrying a pistol and the other, who was just behind him, was carrying a long Pacca fire poker.
She quickly looked up the street, and saw two more had joined Paul’s group and both Paul and Gary were moving, weapons in the assault position down the street.
Sandra, who had her back to Nibs, could see that the local citizens were now dragging the injured and trying to fight the fire that had started after the grenade had exploded. Two people, both, holding pistols were knelt behind a postbox taking cover, another two had taken cover behind one of the parked cars. They looked as if they were carrying D300s.
A quick look up and down the street showed the four youths that the shouts weren’t kidding, they were surrounded and they all looked like they had fire arms. He and the other three youths dropped to their knees and placed their hands on the backs of their heads.
“Abs and Tina move to support and separate,” Darla instructed over the communication system.
“Moving to support,” replied Abs over the communication system.
She saw the pair appear and move weapons in assault position. She then said over the communication system, “I’m moving with two partners.”
“K.” signalled Paul over the communication system.
Nibs saw Darla plus her new partners move to the far corner of the car they all took up fire positions against the side of the car.
As Sandra and her got to the other curb and moved through the group, they kicked the two gunmen hidden within the group hard. The kicks got the resulting pain movements indicating themselves to Abs and Tina who to separate from the rest.
Nibs grabbed the piece of wood from the youth who had been carrying it, threw it over the group and grabbed his wrist, twisted it and forced him inside the shop. As she forced him through the opening in the door window, the force busted the lock and almost took the door off its top hinges. The gent stumbled and ended up face down with her knee digging into his back and the barrel of her M22 shoved into the back of his head. Sandra threw the other three into the rest of the group where Paul and Gary, and a pair who had joined the takedown, started to sort people by searching them for hidden weapons and grenades.
She knew the one she had kicked felt the impact as she had targeted the ribs and she knew the power would have broken some ribs. She glanced outside as the pair were grabbed by the backs of their jackets and one was heaved into the arms of the two adults and the other to Paul and Gary who both roughly searched them and then forced them both to their knees.
She looked around at the rest of the scene outside and saw the two girls, who were now hysterical, being taken away by a couple of women who started to comfort and calm them.
Once the girls had been taken away, Sandra turned and started to process the rest of the youths roughly, and was joined by Darla and her two partners.
Inside the shop, Nibs along with the two gents searched the one she had pinned to the floor and took a 9mm automatic out and threw it across the floor. Then with the help of the shop owner, manhandled him outside and down the street to join the one Abs had taken to two helpers, both carrying Echo MA-30 assault rifles.
Then the sirens started to be heard, and one of the adults said, “Here comes the city rescue and security services.”
Another adult said to Abs, “Tell your friends to get out of here, let us and the police deal with the current situation and we’ll say you will give statements later. You got some number they can contact you on?”
“Yeah,” she said in reply,
“Fellow ghost, nice to meet you. All of you?” he said indicating the rest.
“Yeah definitely.” She said over the communication system, “Let’s bug before the cops get here.”
“Yeah let’s,” replied Gary.
The entire group disappeared back to where they had parked their bikes, pushing them away so as not to alert the city security forces. After they had got a short distance away.
Nibs contacted Paul’s group, “We’ll meet you at Misty’s.”
“Done,” replied Paul. “See you at Misty’s.”
Nibs climbed on behind Sandra who kick started the bike after handing her, her M22, she held both whilst Sandra drove the bike.
Chapter 13 — Misty’s
After ten minutes more of driving, both Tina and Sandra turned down an alleyway close to the address Misty had given them. As they approached a courtyard area they saw stood outside the back of one of the blocks were two females in their early-twenty’s. One of the pair was dressed in combat fatigue trousers and a vest top; the other had a pair of cut-offs on and a t-shirt with the logo for Echo Weapons on the front. They both had pistols stuffed down their trousers at the back. As the two bikes slowed and entered the small courtyard behind the building, the two girls smiled. The four friends saw the rest of the group had also just arrived and were putting the various assault weapons away in the various hides.
Surrounding the courtyard were a five 5- or 6-storey buildings, some with fire escapes leading to the court yard, others without. The yard area also had a couple of large dumpsters and lots of bags filled with rubbish. The one light was over the open door, illuminating a small set of stairs that led up to the doorway.
The girl wearing the cut-offs approached the group and asked, “Nibs?”
When the girl approached, Nibs was handing the two M22s to Sandra who removed the magazines and stowed them in the ammunition hide and then placed the two M22s in their hide and locked them in place. Sandra then closed and locked the lid of the hide and dropped the seat back into place.
When the girl had asked the question Nibs looked at her and saw her blonde hair was tied into a high pony tail. She then looked at the other girl and saw she had short brown hair. “Yeah.”
With that answer the girl smiled.
After all the weapons were away and the group had conjugated together she said, “Welcome to the Raiders Den.”
She led the group to the open door and went up the stairs that lay just inside the door. The second woman brought up the rear and made sure the outside door was closed. The stairs were made from concrete and had water stains and small pools of water in the corners and along the edges. On the first half-landing was a small low-wattage bulb that was flickering as if it was about to pop and die. The walls were painted white and in places had either dulled or had flaked off revealing the plaster beneath. As the group followed the girl up the stairs, she glanced at Darla and she could see that Darla had a contented smile as if she was looking forward to seeing someone. She wondered why Darla looked that way and turned and whispered in Sandra’s ear, “Why is Darla looking so contented?”
She saw Sandra glance in Darla’s direction and saw the same face as she had. “No idea.”
When the group reached the third floor they went through the fire escape door, a sign hung from the ceiling, just inside, read ‘Raiders Den, Beware all who enter “PMT IN EFFECT”’. The corridor ran from the fire escape door to the front of the building, at the far end they could see a partially boarded-up window. The door nearest the fire escape was open and the latest release from band ‘The Huntress’ was coming from inside. The other female walked past the group and followed the first woman into the apartment. Just inside the door was a small cloakroom where everyone hung their outdoors jackets and left their shoulder holster rigs.
The inside of the apartment was painted in a light cream colour with a few pictures and a couple of pieces of modern art hanging on the walls. The kitchen was off to one side, and you could hear the coffee percolator on the go, along with the kettle boiling away.
“Welcome all, you found us then?” came a husky woman’s voice from the kitchen. The rest of the room was clean and tidy and had a few good seats and lots of large cushions and bean bags lying about. Both girls went and dropped on to a couple of the chairs. Sitting on a three-seater sofa was another girl and a fourth was lounging on some large cushions. In the middle was a low large table.
As Nibs walked into the room she saw a large glass tank, which was sat on a stand against the outside back wall. Sleeping against the glass was large snake! Its head was looking out over the room. The instant she saw the snake she started to sweat and she started to breathe controlled breaths concentrating on controlling her reaction. ‘This is not the place to reveal my phobia of snakes.’
She saw Sandra look around and she knew she had seen the current state of her, with the beads of sweat and her expression was one of concentration. Sandra’s face went from a happy one to a very concerned one. Nibs noticed Sandra’s face and smiled at her. She then moved into the room proper sat down after looking at the tank.
“Yeah we found the place, thanks,” said Gary.
After she had sat on a bean bag and Sandra had sat behind her. Sandra moved so her mouth was close to her ear and enquired, “What’s up?”
“I have a phobia of snakes, I’ll tell you back at the house,” she replied.
“Coffee, Tea?” asked a fifth girl standing in the kitchen entrance.
Nibs saw Tina look at her and she then asked, “You ok Nibs?”
“Yeah,” she replied quietly so not to let other’s know about it, “I think I must be just coming down off the high, you have had far more experience than I have. That was my first time in live fire combat.”
“True we have,” replied Sandra to her statement and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Darla looked and semi ran over to the girl in the door to the kitchenette and threw her arms around the girl and gave her a hug. “Misty.” Nibs saw Darla’s face which was a big smile.
“Hey.” Misty had a smile on her face as well. “Darla. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m a Gangrel and member of the Bitch Vixens Unit, which happens to be everyone I arrived with.”
Misty just stared at Darla. “Where you a member when me and you were dating?”
“Yes I was, that was the reason why I was sometimes not around for ages at a time.”
“Bloody Hell.” Misty gently shook her head at the information. “You should have told me I would have joined you lot and helped you kick some gang arse. Yeah, drinks, what’s everyone having?”
The drink orders were given and they all found seats, either on the other sofas cushions or the bean bags. After a couple of minutes both Darla and Misty passed out the drinks.
“The kitchen is there. We have coffee, tea, squash, some booze in the fridge. We don’t stand on formalities, if you want a drink, get one and anyone else who wants one too,” said Misty.
“Some introductions are in order I think,” said Paul after sipping his coffee.
“Yeah you’re right,” responded Misty. “I think it’s easier if each of us tells you who we are.”
“Hi, I’m Bee, the units computer and communications expert.” She had short dark brown hair, round face and green eyes. ; she also had a small amount of obvious cyberwear, it lay just beneath the skin and was visible around her eyes and running down the sides of her neck. She wore a pair of cut-off trousers and a Sports bra-cum-top.
“Watch ya. I’m Angelique,” said the blond-haired girl who had met them downstairs. She waved at the group and took another sip of her drink which looked very similar to juice.
The other girl from downstairs said, “Hi I’m Rachel, I’m the team’s weapons expert.”
The last girl, with long silver-white plaited hair that stretched to her knees, she was also dressed like Bee, said, “Hello all, I’m known as Gretz and I’m a jack of all trades.”
Misty was wearing a green stringy top and dark red velvet trousers, and sat down on one of the two available seats.
Gary introduced the friends to all the Raiders and got a massive Hi from all present.
Angelique was sitting opposite Nibs and Sandra, and saw her face was one, asking, are you or are you not? She then said, “It’s nice to see someone brave enough to say fuck off to the world and be who they are and not what society expects.”
“I agree.” Misty looked at her and also smiled and nodded her approval.
“That’s a point, you heard the news, some creature was rampaging through a tower block, earlier, and we saw the setup for some serious operation,” said Sandra.
“Shit, no. Switch the tele on someone,” said Misty as her hand went for the remote on the table and she changed the channel to Digital News.
The tele was put on and soon displayed Digital News, one of the main international news channels. It was covering the exact story from both a copter and ground crews, on the screen was one of the ground reporters who was lucky enough to be inside the perimeter and inside one of the command vehicles. He was reporting on the deployment of four power-armour equipped Echo Tech Inc Security Troops into the target building. He was carrying a shoulder mounted cam and was watching the various screens which were displaying the viewpoint of the four troopers as they entered the building. At that point it was cut back to the anchorman in the studio. “Bill, what’s it like on the streets?”
“Pandemonium at the mo, Security forces are engaging a small well-armed group of fanatics that look as if they where following something related to the creature. It looks like the Security forces are beginning to get the upper hand with the arrival of two Applom Gunships from Echo Special Security.” A loud explosion was heard as a pair of rockets hit one of the enemy strong-points and destroyed it.
Nibs thought ‘What the Fuck? A bit excessive sending in an Applom Gunships.’
The screen went back to show the studio, displayed along the bottom of the screen was a breaking news line which read, ‘A mini mall was involved in a armed robbery and explosion’. The anchorman said, “In a breaking news story from Grand South District. Earlier this evening a mini-mall was involved in a hold up. The robbers destroyed it with when a grenade exploded killing seven including the manager and injuring four. The group responsible have already been arrested by Echo Tech security forces after a local group of civilians made some citizen arrests. No others are being sought in connection, but a group of youths reported as assisting in the citizens’ arrests have been asked to contact the nearest Echo Tech Security base so their part in the incident can be learned and ruled out of further investigations.”
“Oh well, at least we still have some good citizens,” said Bee in response to the story.
“Thank you Bee,” said Sandra.
“What?” Bee looked quizzically at Sandra.
“Thank you for your comment; we are the group who they are talking about.”
“Oh. Ok,” said Gretz. Her eyes opened widely in surprise. “What happened?”
The four girls told Misty’s raiders the events that had transpired that evening.
“I’m impressed.” Misty’s face was one of being impressed with the operation and outcome.
“Down to business before we chill and enjoy ourselves I think,” suggested Bee looked around the room at everyone.
“Before we came here we spent this afternoon trying to work out who would want to either stop Narizzan from delivering the rifle, or to somehow get a copy of it for reverse engineering. We were turning up empty on all fronts,” Nibs said looking directly at Misty.
“That don’t surprise me, if the information we have is correct, Narizzan is owned via three other companies all of which are under the control of The Dark Brotherhood,” replied Misty whilst looking at her.
She looked very concerned at this piece of information, as from the few reports she had read on BlackNet, said that the Dark Brotherhood were a group not to be messed with.
“From what my group have been able to learn, the rifle incorporates some seriously advanced systems that somehow change the bullet into a ball of plasma and accelerates it to speeds in the realm of 1500ft/s.”
“Fecking hell!” Paul looked very concerned at this news.
“Yeah I think so.” Misty looked at where Paul was sitting, she then looked back at the rest of the Vixens. “I don’t know how much you guys know about the target site.”
“A little, Nibs and Sandra went and took a lot of photos of the site.” Gary was smiling whilst he was looking at her.
She noticed this and smiled ‘Thank you’ in reply. She then looked back at Misty. “Yeah,10gigs worth of high quality images and video.”
“Have you got it here?” asked Bee who then stood up and turned towards the door way.
She checked her pockets for the two memory cards. “Yes I have.” She showed the two memory cards.
“That’s useful,” responded Bee as she disappeared out of the door.
“How much do you know about our mission?” asked Angelique who was looking at where Tina and Abs were sitting.
“Not much other than you been employed to destroy a lab or something,” replied Sandra.
“Yes we have, the lab is conducting research into some form of bio-weapon.” Misty also looked at where Tina and Abs were sitting. “The weapon is very advanced and involves some very advanced genetic work.”
After a bit of a pause while drinks were sipped, Misty continued, “From what we have been able to learn about the site the weapon is stored in a vault on the third floor in the head of R&D’s office, and is protected by a couple of enhanced attack dogs.”
*****
For a couple of hours they brain-stormed and looked at the pictures.
“I think it’s time you saw the facilities we have here,” said Misty. “I take it Nibs you know about computers and electronics?”
“Yeah,” she responded.
“Follow me,” said Bee. Both Bee and Misty got up and turned towards the door.
“Nibs ain’t the only one good at electronics and computers,” said Tina.
“Sorry,” said Bee.
“No worries,” responded Tina.
“Angelique, show the others the rest of the apartments on this level.” Misty stood and led Nibs and Tina out of the door.
“Ok Misty,” responded Angelique.
Tina and Nibs followed Misty and Bee into Apartment 3, they entered the main living room. They saw Bee stepping on to a raised pedestal to sit in a laid back chair. Above it was a collection of some advanced looking electronics.
Nibs looked at it and quizzically asked, “Neural feed?”
“Not quite,” replied Bee as she picked up a small fibre optic cable and slipped it into a port just under her right ear.
“Neural induction,” replied Misty. “Very advanced.”
Bee then picked up a strange looking item from a shelf behind where the head rested. She placed it on her head and then moved it around slightly as if settling it.
It looked like a fashion item that one of the new rich would wear. It consisted on three prongs, one running down both sides of the head and over the top in the centre. Suddenly surrounding Bee appeared a holographic representation of a control system.
“The entire chair, the three interlinked dual processor boards over there, and the 4048terra gigs of active storage are connected to a full NetDeck suite along with a few non-released pieces of software from some very good friends of mine,” replied Misty who was standing behind a large desk which had, what looked like to her, a Net Interface Control Centre. On the desk was seven monitors and five extra computers and various other pieces of equipment most of it was off. “You ready yet dear?”
“Yeah now.”
After a couple of seconds of quiet as the software executed the various functions it had to do before a person went active NetRiding. Flashing up the screen were a stream of very fast characters.
Tina who stood with Misty was looking at the screen and as the words, commands and parimeters scrolled up the screen. She was in shock as her eyes were actually reading the words as they flew up the screen, but her brain was working fast enough to actually understand them. She had no idea as to what they meant, but she knew what each one was. After a few seconds she looked away and blinked a few times and then looked at Bee as she was also looking at the list of commands.
Nibs walked so she could see the computers and monitors and saw the screen Misty was looking at was displaying a small room with an open doorway. “Net access opened, integrating digital subprograms, analogue-to-digital conversion of baseline thought processes,” said Misty and she paused for a few and as the screen started to display items again. Misty continued to read from the monitor. “Initializing graphics.” The holographic changed to that of the room and stood in the middle was a figure that walked towards the exit.
Misty turned to where Tina and her were standing watching the various operations and actions. “The head gear Bee is wearing is a neural induction helmet. As Bee thinks about walking she sees herself walking, even though she is sitting in the chair. The fibre optic cable is so the system can monitor Bee’s health and also provide system information directly to the user’s optic nerves.”
“Bloody hell!” Nibs said and turned to face Misty, her face was one of utter shock. “A couple of the Tech Journals I get have said that this type of control was decades away.”
“Not if you know the right people Nibs.” Misty smiled and turned back to look at Bee in the middle of the room.
Bee said from the rig, “What attack programs have I got loaded?”
“Standard Combat Alpha,” replied Misty.
“Load Close Zulo Misty,” requested Bee.
“No problem,” replied Misty and typed a few keys on the keyboard and on the screen was displayed the current actions. When the data files were loaded Misty said, “It’s loaded.”
Then Bee raised her finger, pressed some unseen thing and a menu appeared. She then scrolled down it until she reached the entries for motorbike and one appeared next to her, she climbed on and drove away.
After a few minutes she arrived at the area she wanted to go.
“Nibs, Tina. Do you see the doors on the front of the buildings?” asked Bee.
“Yeah we can, Bee,” Nibs replied.
“They are the entryways to different net hubs, inside the single door are lots of doors, some open, some closed, where the owners of the computers or networks access the net from. The big tower blocks normally indicate Corporate Hubs.”
“Right,” she responded. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tina nod in reply as well.
The scene that was displayed looked like a busy street with cars, people and various items moving around.
“Here we are,” said Bee whilst she was standing in front of a 10-storey building. “Drop off the system clone Misty.”
“Will do Bee,” replied Misty and after a few seconds of very quiet noise, an exact duplicate of Bee appeared; which walked into the building, the screen, Misty was looking at, split in two. On one side was the original, the other - the clone. The clone’s image reduced to a small window in the top left corner. In the main screen Bee climbed back on to her bike again and headed off down the street. Very soon she pulled up outside a tall office block, went down the alleyway and approached a small door in the alleyway, which she opened and walked in through. Misty then said as Bee was entering a room. “Our backdoor into Narrizan Inc.” After entering a small room, she accessed the personnel name files for all the people who worked in the site.
After a few minutes of information flashing up the screen as Bee read the pile of personnel files, Bee left the building. Outside after closing the door she then dropped the menu down and pressed the very top item and the holographic display disappeared and Bee removed the helmet and then pulled the fibre-optic cable from her neck.
“That was a good run, is the clone still running Misty?”
After checking the screens, “Yes it is Bee. It looks like the program worked.”
*****
Sandra and the rest of the group followed Angelique, Rachel and Grezt as they had shown the group the armoury and training facilities they had access to. It was impressive coupled with the fact that they had an active firing range and combat house.
“Anyone want to have a go?” asked Angelique.
“Me!!” both Paul and her said together.
“Grab a couple of weapons and load up on magazines and grenades and follow me, the rest of you go in to the firing range and watch the fun on the monitors.”
“All the targets are cardboard and none of the active weapons are armed,” said Angelique said staring at Grezt.
“I’ll make sure now.” Staring back then she disappeared into the house.
“Ok you two, have you seen the show Echo Tactical?” asked Angelique.
“Yes we have,” answered Paul.
“Treat it like the hostage rescue. Kick door, grenade, and then in and shoot. One high, one low.”
The pair nodded enthusiastically.
“Right then, let’s play.”
Both of them loaded up with a HK10SD each and 9mm high-powered pistol, eight magazines for the HK10, four for the pistol, and 6 flash-bang grenades each. They both put on active goggles and combat helmets. Angelique went behind them both and plugged the camera and communications into the digital transmitter.
“You guys got the pictures and sound?” shouted Angelique.
“Yeah we have,” came back the reply.
“Good, let’s play.”
As both of them walked up to the door and prepared to go in, Paul took one of the flash bangs out and read the fuse length, which read 5 seconds, which was printed on the bottom. He moved to stand to one side, she stood facing the door. He brought the flash bang up and pulled the pin and said, “Three seconds on my mark sis.”
“Done bro.” she responded. He released the safety catch and when Sandra had counted three seconds she brought her boot up and banged the door open she then flattened herself against the opposite wall.
As the door opened he sent the flash bang in and as it was in the air it detonated. The second the flash bang had gone off, the pair span around the frame with him standing and Sandra knelt down. She shot twice, hitting both the armed targets followed up by four more from his HK10. After they had secured that room they went to the next door and reversed the actions. He kicked the door and Sandra sent the flash bang in.
After completing the course they both came out, and they had evil smiles on their faces and were very happy. Waiting outside the door were everyone, and they all had smiles.
“Enjoy that?” asked Angelique.
“Yeah, loved it,” they both said.
“I think you may be back here a lot practising. The house is fully equipped with battle-ready target dummies.”
“That sounds great.”
At that Misty, Nibs, Tina and Bee walked out of the high tech lab, “I think it is a go, so meet back here in a couple of weeks and we will start to plan the raid, I think it could be successful” said Misty.
“Yeah,” responded the group, and all of them traipsed back into the living room of the main apartment, and spent the rest of the evening getting to know the other team and enjoying the company of fellow ghosts.
*****
When the guys had arrived back at Homebase, Darla and the twins unfolded the sofa bed and Gary got cushions out of chairs and set them up as his bed. Nibs grabbed the tablet and took it with her to the bedroom. The others all wandered to their rooms.
After a short while, Abs knocked on Sandra’s door and asked, “You two awake?”
“Yes we are,” Nibs replied, “Come in you two.”
After Abs and Tina quietly walked in, Abs asked her, “How did you know it was the two of us and not just me?”
“I heard you two whispering in the corridor about not waking Paul, Gary, Darla and the twins up.”
“Ok, but how did you hear us through a closed door?” responded Tina.
“I have no idea,” she said, “but both I and Sandra want to tell about some changes in the two of us .”
“And we two want to tell you about some things we’ve been suffering from,” said Abs.
“Ok,” said Sandra. “You first.”
The pair sat on the two easy chairs which they dragged over to the where the pair was sitting.
“Ok,” said Abs. “It started a few months ago, my vision has gotten far superior than it used to be. I can see things clearly at far greater distance; my hearing has also gotten far better. I could hear Paul, Gary and Darla talking during the takedown, and I could hear a couple of security officers talking earlier,” said Abs.
“I’m getting similar things happen to me,” said Tina.
“I overheard the female figure from the first stop talking to that controller, I know what escaped and they where trying to contain,” said Sandra.
“What was it?” asked Abs.
“It’s one of these,” Nibs said and showed everyone what an artist’s impression of a conservator looked like. “It looks like someone had been able to draw one from memory.” She then scrolled the screen and slightly further down was one in what looked like full combat flow.
“Hell. That thing looks nasty,” said Sandra.
“From the write up it is nasty, four arms, tail, mouth, claws, plus skin that’s like natural armour, and it’s supposed to be able to withstand a full burst from a heavy rail gun. This may also be of interest as well, I have the full specs of the assault rifle. It’s far nastier than even Misty said.”
“What Misty described weren’t bloody nice,” said Tina.
“Yeah I know,” she said. “When Misty said it was a plasma weapon, I remember seeing some posts about a weapon that was stolen from the Academy, a secretive research centre that only does research for Street Ghosts and ghost teams. Its weapons and equipment are far superior to what is available on open market.” She paused to accept the Cambar cigarette Sandra had been smoking. “The weapon is a plasma assault rifle, it’s quite capable of cutting through nearly all current body armour and quite likely the armour of Darra Von’s military vehicles. To give you some idea of the technology available to some Street Ghost teams, Black Light coating for armour, armour quite capable of surviving a burst from an MA series weapon.”
“Feck!” exclaimed Tina, Abs and Sandra together.
“And from what you have described to me it sounds like we are all, all four of us, undergoing the adept transformation. The one thing which is strange there’s none of the usual side-effects though, the increased breathing, very fast reactions all the time. It looks as if we have a way of controlling it. I’ve been feeling similar things to all of you, improved hearing and such, how far it will go, I have no idea,” she said, “I studied adepts eight months ago. A couple of people, not ghosts I may add, asked me to look into adepts to see what had already been done in the way of research. I think with the aim of producing a paper or similar into weather or not the Adept Transformation could be cured or if they could stave off the burnout that all adepts seem to suffer from after six to seven years.”
“I know the research you are talking about,” said Tina, “I wrote a general studies essay on adepts and the lives they lead.”
“Not nice is it?” she asked.
“No,” responded Tina.
“I think we keep this a secret from everyone else until we know what is happening to us far better. I’ve emailed Tiamus and have asked if he would meet me, at least to discuss some of these things.”
Tina then said, “Nibs, earlier at Misty’s you weren’t on a come down. I’ve been in enough combats to know that wasn’t a comedown.”
“No it weren’t, I have a phobia of snakes and the one at Misty’s freaked me a bit.”
“Good,” responded Sandra, “I thought it was serious.”
“Depends on how serious you think a phobia is after being bitten by a Spinnayan Ridgehead.”
“You’re kidding,” said Abs as she passed Abs the Cambar cigarette.
“No I’m not, I was out learning how to survive with a couple of friends, one reared up and bit me in the leg. Thankfully the adult with us, Nimbo, had a dose of anti-venom. Then a few weeks later a tree snake falls on me and hisses right in my ear and I freak. Thankfully due to other friends I made on my journeys I’m able to control it when one is in captivity and I can see the case.”
Abs and Tina both left and Sandra and her both lay down to sleep. After a few minutes Sandra was asleep, she got up and took the tablet off standby and connected to the net. She knew that her email would bring a response very quickly from Tiamus. It did, on the screen flashed the messenger window, ‘Hi you, how can I help you?’ was displayed, Nibs typed a return, ‘Voice??’ Tiamus replied, ‘yes’ and switched on the voice system and plugged the microphone and earpiece into the tablet so not to wake Sandra.
“Hi Nibs,” said Tiamus.
“Hi to you too.”
“I still remember the conversations we had when I was researching things for Damien, How much of what we talked about is true?”
“All of it,” said Tiamus. “The rumours about the Academy being a research centre is partly true; it’s a school for the best of the best Street Ghosts. You Nibs have been selected to attend.”
“What I am going to tell you now must not go any further.”
“One problem, Sandra my life partner overheard a lieutenant taking to a controller in a van at an incident earlier this evening; we know Echo Tech Inc was trying to destroy a Conservator.”
The link went quiet; Tiamus said “Feck,” he paused, “How much you planning on telling everyone else?”
“Abs and Tina also know, and they have been suffering from what I think may be the first signs of Adept transformation, except without the normal side effects of increased energy burn.”
“How far do you think it’s progressed?”
“Improved vision, hearing in Abs, Tina, and Sandra, my reaction times are improving, drastically. I’m almost seeing things as they happen, and reacting to it as well.”
“We need to meet, me, you, Sandra, Abs, and Tina. I have some things that you must hear, and I will leave it up to you how much you tell the rest of the group.” Tiamus paused. “I’m not exactly free until the night of Ulleam 17th Auar. I’m currently training for a major street fight with Surabon.”
“Ulleam 17th Auar, that’s my birthday. Where’s the fight going to happen?”
“Club Millana in Bariskin District.”
“I’ll see you then. Chat to you soon Tiamus.”
“It ain’t Tiamus; I use it as a cover when I am ghosting sometimes; my real name and the name I fight under is Richard Chancer. I hope to see you that evening, I’ll let the bouncers know you and your friends will be coming, just go to the main door and say you are guests of Richard Chancer and they will let you through. Chat to you soon Nibs, and be careful.”
Chapter 14 - Explorations
20th Juwar
The morning after the trip to Misty’s, Nibs woke early, mind you, she hadn’t exactly slept either. She had spent most of the evening thinking about things she was told by Richard C, from what research she had done after Sandra had fallen asleep and the chat to Richard. ‘How much of what we discussed during Nick’s time with Raiders was true, Richard said all of it, was Richard preparing her for something back then? Is the fact I’ve been selected to attend the Academy mean the rest of the Vixens are going. I’m not going anywhere with out Sandra.’ She got up and a half-smoked a blunt, sat on the edge of the bedside table. ‘My head is spinning and the head ache’, “Fecking hell, would someone stop the jackhammer” she whispered to no one. When she actually did move she did it purposefully, she wanted to see the area, sightsee, but not the tourist sights. If she was to live here for a while she wanted to know where she lived, and the only way to do that was to hit the pavements and walk, and very soon she would be able to use a bike of some kind, but today she wanted to know where she lived.
She then spent the next thirty minutes getting ready for the day. She put on a pair of nightcamo combat pants, black tight top, her leather jacket, which still had to be embroidered with her symbol, the Black Fairy. She picked up her shoulder holster and made sure her pistol had a full magazine and four spare ones too. She debated whether or not to carry the HK, but decided against it, she opted for her two short staffs, given to her by Jum-Fu when she had left Jarrzar, her short staves and cross were the only two gifts she had kept; all the others she had left behind or given to people who would take care of them. The last two items she grabbed was her PDU, which she took from its charger on her bedside table, and Sandra’s keys, which would mean she could lock up.
Just as she closed the bedroom door she heard Tina wake. She then realised Tina would be moving towards the kitchen very soon. She stepped down the hallway carrying her boots; she would put them on when she had closed the back door. She was also hoping that Tina wouldn’t realise someone was leaving. She closed the backdoor just as the door to Tina and Abs’ room was opened. When she heard the door to the living room close she slid the key in and locked the backdoor. She then put her boots on, turned and walked down the side of the house and up onto the minor road that run in front of the house.
She realised that this exploration was going to be different, as she knew she would probably not be moving again for a long while, but it also would tell her the quick escape routes should things get hairy at times. She took out her PDU, opened the local area map pages, found the house and zoomed out one level; from this level she saw turning left would be an interesting direction to go.
She started a brisk walk across the street towards the main road. As she approached the main road one of the two older youths she had seen yesterday when leaving for Misty’s came out of her front door and called, “Hang on.”
She stopped and waited for her to catch up.
“Hi,” she said when she had caught up, “I’m Amy, you are?”
“Nibola Calton, Nibs to my friends.”
“Hi Nibs,” and after a short pause, “I remember you now, both me and my brother Bill saw you yesterday riding pillion with Sandra.”
“Yeah you did.”
From what she could see the clothes were similar to the ones Nick had worn, non descript and the sheer fact she was carrying a rucksack she looked like she was going to school. “You off to school?”
“Yeah, one of the City-run dumps. I wish Sam, my stepmother, hadn’t disappeared. We lost her income; she was a PA for a Rotork VP, which paid for me to attend the Rotork Academy.”
“Any idea why she left?”
“No, none. Duggie, my dad, does his best but it isn’t enough some weeks. Bill, my older brother, run’s errands for the dealers on the corner over there, so we can get some food on the table some days. I know one of the regulars wants to get in to my knickers.”
“Bad luck on the Sam issue. You got an up-to-date photo I could borrow. I’ll put the picture up on a few missing person galleries I know of.” She looked more closely at her face and read the expression and manner as one of being depressed with things. She did also wonder if the high school she attended wasn’t helping matters.
“Thanks, the Vixens are some of the best and nicest people I know.”
“Thanks. Hey does Bill attend school?”
“Yeah, if he can be bothered to.”
The pair of them started to walk towards the corner; Nibs stopped and looked up and down the main road, “Just thinking where I am going to go.”
”I’m going towards the fuel-station on 827th Avenue.”
“Ok,” she replied and joined Amy as she walked slowly in the direction of the fuel-station. When the pair reached the first secondary road junction on the opposite side, the pair crossed the main road.
“How come I haven’t seen you with the Vixens before yesterday evening?”
“I only joined the Vixens last Frodar.”
“Oh that party they had, both me and Bill had been invited but Bill was out delivering some drugs, and I didn’t feel like socialising.”
As the pair walked down the secondary road the type of building changed from the wood facia single storey buildings like the one the Vixen’ lived in to at least two storey brick built semi-detached, and the odd single one on its own, town houses. Most had underhouse garages a few had an old car or in most cases car wrecks, not much good for much other than spare parts. In some places the small gardens that families tried to cultivate look pretty nice.
“Not to worry. Many more parties to be had.”
She offered Amy the Cambar cigarette she had been smoking, “I had better warn you it’s pure.”
“Hell why not,” Amy said and stopped and sat on a low wall and started to cry. She sat beside her and wrapped her arm around her so to comfort her.
“What’s wrong, Amy?” she said in a soothing tone.
“I hate going to school just ’cause of where I live, right next door to one of the major drug dealers in the area. I get picked on, mostly name-calling and such. Most of the school thinks I am one of his whores, as he owns nearly all of the neighbourhood, only my home and where you are living are free of his clutches, bar Bill. I keep being asked to get a free sample.” The tears were still streaming down her face.
“Tell you what. I’ll pop to the school one lunchtime and we’ll see how the bullies handle someone like me.”
“Would you do that for me?”
“Yeah, I was also the target for bullies at school. That was until I had finished my exams. Pay back is a bitch.”
“You, bullied, no way?”
“Yeah, anyway you have a bus to catch. If you have any academic problems pop over and I’ll see if I and the Vixens can help you. I was a straight-A student in a few of my subjects, History and Chemistry being two.”
“Thanks,” Amy said and the two of them started to walk again. They reached the fuel-station, as the school bus was just pulling up.
“Hey next time they give you shit tell me.”
“I will, thanks again.”
She just smiled and started walking again. She turned down the secondary road that ran beside the fuel-station, then right and walked into a convenience store to buy something to eat.
The store was a square shape inside, with the backdoor in the back left corner; the walls where lined with magazines and papers, pens, and other things a small convenience store normally sold. She walked up to the cold-cabinet and quickly chose a sausage roll. At the counter she paid for it and left the shop. After leaving the shop she continued on her walk and turned left at the next secondary road junction and walked along that road.
*****
About halfway through her intended walk, she turned a corner and found herself in a cul-de-sac, at the end of which was a large building. It looked like a traditional place of worship, it had a small spire sticking from the roof at the front. She had seen a few on her world travels and read about similar places in religious studies and history, but never seen one up close, she heard singing from the open doors.
She thought, ‘That’s beautiful singing,’ and decided to take a look inside. She opened the inner doors quietly, crept in and found a chair at the back, and just listened to the music, singing and the last thirty minutes of the service.
At the end of the service, as she was about to get up and leave, she caught sight of Abbey also sat at the back. Abbey was wearing a pair of baggies and a plain black short-sleeved top, other than that she looked very much like normal, not the Gangrel she portrayed in school. She got up and went through the door where most of the people had gone. She wandered over, peered though and saw the people who had been sat in the main hall chatting over drinks and biscuits. She saw Abbey standing in the corner, chatting with the person who been standing up the front leading the service. She entered the smaller hall, wandered over to Abbey and said, “Boo,” in her ear.
“Oh, hi,” Abbey said startled, after calming down, she continued, “Hi Nibs, didn’t expect to see you here?”
“No I was out walking the area and heard the singing and music and got drawn to listen.”
“Pastor, allow me to introduce Nibs. Nibs, our pastor Dyane Marttan.”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Nibs,” said Dyane to her. “But I shall leave you and your friend to chat,” and the pastor nodded at her and walked away.
“You want a drink Nibs?” asked Abbey.
“Yeah, ok,” she responded and followed Abbey to the hatch where the teas where being served. The hall was light and airy with about fifteen people stood and sat chatting away. After getting a coffee, Abbey and her turned and went to where the mily, sugar and biscuits were, sorting out the sweetness and colours of coffee they wanted. Then they both wandered outside via the side door to the hall where Abbey lit a roll-up.
“What are you doing here really, Nibs?” Abbey asked.
“Honestly, I was out walking the neighbourhood and turned into this street to see if it had an alleyway and heard the singing and music.”
“K, I only ask as I think I am the only Gangrel who attends a Chribian-based church. I know Tina and Paul are both Pagano in outlook. I did think that was the outlook for most of the Vixens.” Abbey took a drag and then took a mouthful of coffee.
“Not me. I follow the Ajarn and that area’s faiths more than the western ones, but I am always up for learning more about the world’s faiths.”
“Arh, so you are open to all faiths?”
“Yes in a way. I feel it’s a part of my journey to learn, combine and understand all faiths.”
“Interesting,” Abbey responded as they were joined by another member of the congregation
“Hi Abbey, who’s your friend?”
“Hi Alan, this is Nibs, someone who is walking the route of the explorer.”
“Right,” Alan said and smiled.
“I think I had better get going,” she said and started to walk towards the front of the church.
“Hang on Nibs, can you pass a message to the Vixens from the Himens.”
“Yeah, no worries.”
“The Aces assaulted Himens' homebase yesterday evening, Tymean asked that I contact all Gangrel units and tell them. Tymean maybe petitioning Central over the assault, as it came during the rush-hour and there could have been civilian casualties. Thankfully very little damage was caused and no casualties were reported. It also looked like the Aces were using live ammo from the MGs mounted on their pickups.”
“Tell Tymean that I will let the Vixens know,” she said in response to Abbey’s statement about the Aces.
“Personally I think Tymean needs to declare a War zone on the Aces to finish this feud once and for all,” Abbey said.
“Ok,” she said and turned back toward the front of the church so she could start her walk back home.
She left the church, walked back down the minor road, turned left, then left again at the main road junction and continued up it, looking around at the various places. Most looked run-down but, a few did look cared for. She crossed the road and walked a short distance to a footpath, turned on to it, and walked to a local piece of open land. She headed for a bench seat nearest the route in and sat down so she could relax in the morning sun.
Thoughts kept whizzing through her mind, always coming back to the same few, the ones she had had this morning when she got up. A new one started to come to the fore as well, it was of an old woman in her 70s, and ‘Nick’ was walking through a Bazaar in native section of Baraish, Ne-U-Bar. She was being chased by a couple of people, ‘what did she say to me?’ She tried to re-call the words. Her edetic memory for conversations was excellent but she did need a reference point. ‘Got it,’ she thought. ‘That I was someone very important to the future, and that I had special gifts that would allow me to truly fight the evil that was coming. Why did those two guys ask me what she had said and told me to wait for them to return.’
After sitting and relaxing in the park for about thirty minutes, she got up and continued up the footpath towards the main road, where she crossed it and walked up another minor road; which contained similar housing to the ones on the street where Home base was. At the other end she turned left and walked down the secondary road towards the road where home base was.
After turning the last but one corner before she would be back on home street, she bumped into Andres Cutters, someone she knew from the work she did with the Cameron Raiders.
“Andres. What are you doing here?” she asked
“Do I know you?” replied Andres looking somewhat startled by the person standing in front of him.
“Yes you do, its researcher Nick.”
“Hello Nick??” He looked puzzled at Nibs.
“No, it’s now Nibola Calton or Nibs.”
“Ok, sorry, I’m reconning that building.” He pointed out the office block slightly down the street on the other side of the road.
“What for?” she asked
“A raid. My current team has information that an ex-associate of the team’s leader is trading in illegal goods and services.”
“Like?” she asked as she saw a group of people get out of a mini-bus and walk towards the front door. The door opened after a couple of seconds wait
“Not sure personally, it looks like it may include slaves and illegal cybernetics, possible bionetics as well.”
“Oh, not good.”
“No, not good.”
“I shall leave you to your intelligence gathering,” she said.
“Thanks, chat to you soon Nick, sorry Nibs,”
“That’s better, yeah chat to you soon.”
When she got back, she entered the house via the front door and saw she been out for three hours. “Bloody hell,” she said, “Three hours I only wanted to be out an hour.”
“Where you been then?” asked Tina as she looked up from looking at some web news story on some illegal biotech that was being sold to unsuspecting people.
“Out having a walk exploring the area,” she responded.
She wandered over to where she had left her laptop on charge last night, picked it up and pressed the power button which brought the laptop out of hibernation. She put the laptop down on the breakfast bar.
“I hope you don’t mind I borrow your tablet from your room?”
“No hun, just be careful as it’s the only place I have some project work.”
“Ok, I will be. I’m only looking at news stories from one of the street news services.”
“After last night’s chat, when I woke up I came out here and felt the urge to pick it up and start to look at the wider world, rather than the one the papers fill us with.”
“Which one you looking at, some are better than others?”
Abs wandered in wearing her coveralls and went straight out the front door which she hooked open.
Sandra very soon walked out of the corridor, very much awake and ready for doing something. What, she had no idea yet. “Where’d you go babe?” she asked Nibs when she saw her sitting at the breakfast bar.
“Out exploring hun. I bumped into Abbey at a local Chribian church,” replied Nibs. “She asked me to pass on a message to you guys,” and Nibs then went on to tell Sandra and Tina what Abbey had told her.
“Shit,” she said, “I hope he don’t before the last game of the season, Tymean is a little hot headed at times.”
“What?” asked Abs.
“Hi hun,” responded Tina and quickly filled Abs in on what had been said.
Nibs opened up the browser on the laptop, logged into her email account and checked her emails. She saw that she had three new emails; one from Jum, one from Wong and a spam message. Nibs opened the one from Jum —
It’s been a while. Both me and Wong had thought you had forgotten the two of us.
How’s things, still travelling the world or has your parents stopped????
Both of us are normally online if we ain’t working.
Chat to you very soon both us hope.
Jum.
The email from Wong was similar, but she added I hope you have found a partner?
She looked at the reply addresses for both the emails and saw they had been sent from a BlackNet account which showed that they both had messenger logged in.
“Tina, can I have the tablet please?” she asked.
“Yeah, no problems,” replied Tina, and passed the tablet to her. After passing the laptop back to Tina, she opened the control panel, selected language options, then changed the input system to Jarrzarian. She then sat in front of the fireplace, opened her ghost messenger and started a conference. She then invited both Jum and Wong to the conference room. They both accepted and displayed was, ‘Hi Nibs??’
She inputted, ‘LOL you 2, it’s Nick,’ then after a short pause she continued to scribe, ‘I’ve changed since I left Jarrzar. I no longer go by that name, I go by the name Nibola Calton or Nibs for short.’
‘Nibola Nibs Calton,’ replied Jum. ‘Interesting name, have you gone full-time by some chance?’
‘Yes,’ she sent back. Sandra knelt behind her arm and took a look at the tablet screen.
“Native Jarrzarian?” asked Sandra .
“Yeah hun,” she replied. “At some point I’ll teach you the basics.”
She then sent, ‘How good is your basic?’
Both of them sent back, ‘Not too bad, why?’
‘I have friends here who don’t read Jarrzarian.’
‘Ok,’ was sent back as the reply.
She then put the input system back to basic and sent, ‘That’s better.’
Wong sent, ‘Who’s with you then?’
‘My partner Sandra is currently reading the screen as we chat.’
‘Ah,’ came the reply.
‘She says hi,’ she entered, ‘As do the rest of the Vixens.’
‘Say hi back,’ entered Wong.
‘How are things over there?’ she scribed.
‘Could be better, the corps are hurting a lot of people with price rises.’
‘Very much like here except they ride roughshod over people’s rights as well.’ At this comment Sandra smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
‘I hope someone or a group are going to take the fight to the corps soon,’ sent Jum, ‘As it won’t be long before they all but run the countries of the world.’
Nibs typed the reply, ‘It would cost them too much of their profit margin to actually run the countries for the time being, Naban has been taken over by Rotork Theaban. I think a lot of corporations will see how things pan out with them.’
‘That is true,’ Wong replied.
‘Sod the talk about corps and governments. U planning on visiting us here in Jarrzar soon. I know a few of the people you met at the party wouldn’t mind seeing you again and saying hi,’ sent Jum.
‘At some point I will,’ she replied, ‘I have no idea when though. Is it possible for you to send me the legend of Samr?’
‘Yeah no probs, we’ll email you it tomorrow sometime.’
After another twenty minutes of catching up with Jum and Wong, they both were tired and needed to get some sleep as the last few days had been stressful.
She put the tablet on standby and placed it on the coffee-table. She then headed to get changed into some clothes she could get dirty with oil and grease. After changing she headed outside to join Abs working on her bike.
When she walked out she could see Abs had removed the fuel-tank and had the main drive-chain off the rear wheel. She was about to remove the gearbox cover so she could free the chain, which would allow her to remove the engine proper. She could see the timing chain casing was off from her attack on it on Torbar morning.
“You out here to help Nibs?” asked Abs.
“Yes I am,” she replied.
“Good. Go and get me the hoist from inside the garage.”
“Ok,” she said with a smile, turned and went into the garage. It followed the outside walls of the house. To the right as she walked in was an area marked off by black heavy sheeting, she realised that was the growing area. In the main area hung on the back wall were tool racks, some of the tools were missing, she realised that they were the tools Abs was using. Parked to the left were Sandra’s, Paul’s and Tina’s bikes, Just behind them were large floor-standing metal cupboards, all of them had stout heavy locks, locking the doors closed. She had an idea that they contained the Vixen’s firearms. Located next to a large worktable was the hoist Abs wanted.
She wheeled it out to the driveway and lowered the two slings, making sure that it was not going to roll. She then fixed the slings to the engine block as Abs removed the locking nut of the chain sprocket. Abs worked a screwdriver behind the cog and levered it off, until it dropped away and went clang on the tarmac. Abs unbolted the two bolts from her side and passed the tool to her so she could remove the one bolt on her side and the bolt at the rear of the engine.
Abs went into the garage and took, from a rack hung from the ceiling, a flat trolley, which she placed on the opposite side to Nibs and the hoist. “Lift the engine up a couple of inches so I can swing it out and then lower it to the trolley.”
“Ok,” Nibs replied and operated the winch mechanism which lifted the engine three inches, which allowed Abs the room to pull the engine out, as the engine swung out she released the tension until it sat on the trolley. At this point Abs smiled and removed the slings. As Abs pushed the engine into the workshop, she followed pushing the hoist.
When the hoist was beside the large workbench Abs released the hoist mechanism and placed the webbing under the trolley, she then re-hooked the webbing to the hoist’s hook. “Can you lift the entire thing to the table and make sure the wheels are in the holes.”
“Yeah,” she responded seeing the four holes in the bench top. She operated the hoist, and began to lift the entire thing, engine and trolley. When it was high enough she swung the whole thing around and lowered it so the trolley’s wheels were in the four holes.
Abs went outside and gathered the tools she had used to remove the engine from the frame and placed them on top of a large metal tool box which she wheeled over to the bench and opened the third draw. She removed a clamp tool which she placed on the top of the engine and locked the sprocket that operated the cams in place.
“Why the clamp?” she asked.
“I hope its going save on recalibrating the rocker arms when we put the timing chain back on.”
“Right.”
Beep, beep, beep came from a small box on the wall, then Tina’s voice was heard, “Coffee you two.”
Abs walked over to the intercom, then pressed the green button and said, “Thanks sweet, be right up.”
“Ok hun,” was heard after Abs had released the button. Abs then grabbed a jar of de-greaser and the pair wandered out of the garage and up the stairs to the front door, which was still open from earlier.
Inside Sandra was stood at the breakfast bar chopping vegetables, Paul was sitting at the computer working and Tina was sitting on the sofa looking at the digital pictures Sandra and her had taken the day before. She was also drinking what looked like a cup of coffee. The percolator jug was three quarters full stood invitingly next to the cooker.
“What you doing hun?” she asked Sandra as she kissed Sandra on the right cheek.
“Dinner hun,” replied Sandra.
”What?” she asked expectantly.
“Wait and see,” replied Sandra.
Abs said to her, “You going to wash those hands?”
“Yeah I am,” she replied and walked to the sink. She scooped out some of the de-greaser then washed her hands and dried them on the towel Abs passed her.
Abs and her then went and poured out two coffees. She opened the fridge and took out the mily carton and poured some into her coffee. She then offered the carton to Abs who accepted it and did the same. She then scooped two spoonfuls of sugar into her cup, then stirred the coffee while walking to one of the arm chairs and sat down.
Abs soon joined her by sitting on the sofa. She picked up the digital projector remote and using it switched it on then selected one of the entertainment channels which was showing a repeat of some action series based around some elite corporate security team, who in this episode was hunting a serial rapist and murderer who was rampaging through the corporation’s enclaves.
Paul turned round and said, “Nibs I may have found you your bike.”
“Mm,” she responded, got up and walked over to the computer. She saw on the screen the bike. It was a Carddra 950gSX. “Oh very nice,” she said when she saw the picture, “how much are they selling if for?”
“The email that it came with said nothing, the person who wants it must collect though,” replied Paul.
“Who’s selling it?” asked Abs.
“Tybias Mitten,” replied Paul, “the email says he’s just upgraded and wants it to go to a good home, he remembered how much the Vixens love their bikes and so we have first refusal on it.”
“I’ll take it,” she said.
“I’ll take you Nibs,” said Tina. “I know where Tybias lives. It’s just over the river in Wester Park.”
“Ok. I’ll email him back and tell him,” Paul responded. “When you going to get it?”
“When is good for you Nibs?” asked Tina
“How long is the work on your bike going to take Abs?” she asked.
“A couple more hours, I would guess,” replied Abs.
“This evening then I guess,” responded Paul.
“Yeah I think so,” she said then returned to the arm chair to finish her coffee. When Abs and her had finished their coffees they both washed their cups up and proceeded to return to the garage where Abs loaded her pipe, lit it, then took a couple of drags on it. She then passed it to Nibs along with the lighter. She accepted it and finished it then passed the pipe back to Abs.
“Right then back to work. Can you lift the engine itself up as we’ve got to remove the bottom casing, so I can see how much damage has been done?”
“Ok,” she responded. She turned and unclipped the webbing from the hook, then fed the webbing from under the trolley. She then secured the engine with the webbing and operated the hoist to lift the engine up so Abs could remove the oil drain plug and casing. She did after a bit of working the drain plug, when she had placed a large bowl under the plug to catch and reuse the oil.
“Nibs can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, is it personal?”
“No it’s not personal, that much I do know. You seen to have life experiences the rest of us don’t have. Do you understand what is happening to me, Tina, Sandra and yourself?”
“In answer to that no I don’t. You know yesterday night after you and Tina went back to bed.”
“Yes.”
“I couldn’t sleep, I went and did some reading of a few sites dealing with something called the Conspiracy, some of the things I found out scared the hell out of me. I also had a chat with Richard Chancer, he said he wants to meet the four of us in the near future to talk to us about the things that are happening. He can’t see us before the 17th Auar which just happens to be my birthday, I was kind of thinking about going to a local club that night and watching him fight some guy in a street fight.”
“Sounds like fun, then after the fight having this chat with Richard.”
“Yeah that’s pretty much my idea, what I do know is that Richard wouldn’t say that he needs to talk to us unless it was very serious. I didn’t tell you some of the things that have been happening to me. I am reacting to things much faster than it may seem and I have been for a couple of months now. It normally only happens with I am either very angry or just generally pissed off with things. My skin is tougher than it use to be, I can’t accidentally cut myself at all. Even stroking a knife through a clenched fist doesn’t even mark the skin. I could have done so much more damage to McKrudder. I know I could have killed him with a single blow very easily. From the research I’ve done, it all points to me becoming an Adept at least but the symptoms the rest of you have been suffering from are similar to the ones I first noticed.”
“That is interesting Nibs. So what you are saying you think we all are Adepts?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much the long and short of it.”
Abs bent down and took a look at the oil coming out of the drain hole. “I have had the same dream a couple of times over the last couple of months,” said Abs.
“Ok, tell me the dream, I may not be able to interrupt it but it can be better to have two people look at it.”
“Ok,” Abs said, “It starts with a group of six youngish people slowly moving down a corridor towards a big set of double doors, then suddenly we are inside a room fighting in close combat using weapons that look as if they are glowing. The biggest difference is that the things we are fighting, they ain’t exactly human. The one I’m fighting is suited in some form of heavy armour and it’s swinging a staff like weapon with a glass case on the end, the case contains a small worm like creature that looks like it is writhing around in agony. I’m blocking most of the strikes and dodging the ones I don’t block.”
“Do you recognize any of the other combatants?”
“Yes I do, initially I saw only Tina and Sandra, but I had the dream again last night and I recognized you in it. The other two people are fuzzy, the room itself is also fuzzy so that don’t help in telling us where we are. What’s strange is that you are fighting a large creature with lots of tentacles and you are moving so fast, that your strikes are just blurs. I also noticed for the first time last night that I seem to be quietly chanting something, I don’t understand the words, but I do know it’s similar to the chants Tina and Paul use when conducting their Pagano ceremonies.”
“Very interesting,” she said, “Can you describe the other creatures?”
“Not really, I’m concentrating on the one I’m fighting, at least one of them is human and is fighting Sandra.”
Abs bent down and looked at the oil plug hole which was now dripping the last of the oil. “Nibs can you pass me a 10mm alum key please.”
“No problem,” she said and walked around to the tool box and found the tool on the top of the box. She then passed it to Abs after tapping her on the shoulder to indicate that she had found the tool.
Abs nodded and took the alum key and started to remove the four nuts that held the crank casing in place. After she had loosened the last one she lowered the casing and laid it on the top of the bowl. She then fished out the timing chain from the casing and saw that at least one of the links had broken and a few others were bent. “Ok, that may explain the engine power loss I’ve felt as well.”
After laying the chain out, Abs saw it weren’t just a couple of links, “Oh well I’m going to need a new timing chain. Which I may ask Tina or you to get when you two go and get your bike later.”
“No problem, does Tina know where to get it from?”
“Yeah, Tybias’,” responded Abs and continued before she could ask; “he’s one of our main bike parts supplier.”
“Arh, ok.”
“If he’s not got one in, he will know where to get one from. Change of subject as all of our bikes have at least two hidden areas where we store our firearms and as I am the Vixens expert when it comes to welding. I was wondering what is your preferred firearm, most of us like the M22, it’s effective at the ranges we operate at and has a high fire rate when in full auto mode.”
“Don’t know, I had never even handled a pistol other than ones supplied with computer games before Frodar night.”
“You’re kidding me. Yet you’re a full Street Ghost,” replied Abs.
“I know. I’m an expert at armed and unarmed combat, coupled with my speed, strength and toughness, means I’m more than capable of handling drug dealers or their friends.”
“Ok,” said Abs. “You handled the M22 pretty well through I must say, you’re a natural with firearms I think.”
“Thanks. I have to thank virtual games for those skills,” she responded, “I liked the HK I used on Frodar and the M22 don’t handle to bad, but I also like the one shot one kill methods of the sniper.”
”Same here, I’m the Vixens long range support on combat missions,” said Abs as she rolled a Cambar cigarette after cleaning the crap off her hands with a few paper towels.
“What sniper rifle do you use?” she asked.
“Zonal Firearms D-1000 with an x200 starlight scope.”
“Nice.”
“That’s a good point you’ve not seen our arsenal have you?”
“No I ain’t,” she responded.
Abs turned around, removed her wallet from her back pocket, then removed what looked like a smart card from it and inserted it into a slot on the top of the middle metal cupboard. She then pressed he thumb to a small scanner that appeared on the left down strip of the same cupboard. Very soon she heard a quiet clunk as the metal looking bolts retraced. Abs then opened all three cupboard doors to reveal the arsenal. Nibs walked around the work bench, she then saw the one weapon she loved to use when playing shoot-em-up games.
“Some one must organise getting you a set of keys and security cards too.”
“I didn’t think this weapon was available to the general public,” she said as she took it from the rack.
“What weapon?” asked Abs, as she poked her head round the corner, “Oh the Echo MA240. Yeah it is if you know the right people. Do you remember the chat on Torbar about gangs, missions, and weapons?”
“Yeah I do,” she responded.
“Meet one of the weapons Paul was talking about when he said he thought some gangs had access to corporate military weapon stores.”
“Arh. I understand now. Do you think anyone is going to mind if I use it?”
“Hell no! Its good some one is going to, Paul has said on a couple of occasions that he wanted to give it to the Gangrels main arsenal.”
She just smiled as she felt the weight of it, operated the action and slid a full side, side magazine home. The click of the magazine locking home was like heaven to her. She had played Bloodfest I, II, and III and rarely swapped weapons when she was able to pick the Echo MA240 up. She looked again in to the lockers and saw a double barrel and breach block just below where the MA240 had been. “What’s this?” she asked as she picked it out.
“That is the one thing people who play Bloodfest don’t know about, the MA240 is a multi weapon. That is the sniper conversion; we picked both the carbine and the sniper conversion kit off a dead body 10months ago when we proved for the forth time that the Aces are an arrogant bunch of fuck twits. I blew the back of the guy, who was using it head off at 400 yards with one of my wad cutters.”
“Oh nice,” she said over a giggle.
“It was nice to see the skull and brains splatter all over the Hunk.”
With that she just burst out laughing and said, “Oh I wish I had seen that.”
“Yeah it was fun as he couldn’t see any opposing forces, his three gang mates just ran before I could get a bead on them.”
“How come?” she asked as Tina walked into the garage carrying her jacket and communication system.
“He thought he could sneak up on out flank that day. I kind of told him it was a bad idea.”
“What us vs. The Aces?” inquired Tina.
“Yes when we got the MA240 multi weapon.”
“Oh that little battle. That one was fun, anyway you ready Nibs to get your bike, Tybias emailed us back and said we can pop over at anytime.”
“Yeah,” she responded.
“Oh can you ask Tybias if he’s got a timing chain for my bike, sweet?”
“Yeah, no worries hun.”
Tina chucked her jacket and communication system to her, after she had put the MA240 away.
“Leave it on the side; I’ll need to look at it to make the compartment anyway. I’ll also make sure you have at least two full magazines and a holder for at least four grenades.”
“Ok, thanks,” Nibs said and left it on the side.
Tina bounced her bike off its double stand and wheeled it out and kick started it.
“What route you planning on taking?” she asked Tina as she climbed on behind her.
“IC12, then CW8, Tybias’ place is in the back streets of Wester Park. He normally has at least five motorbikes and six cars or vans in the yard. He’s one of the best mechanic the Gangrels have access to. He trained Abs.”
*****
Chapter 15 — Wester Park District.
As Tina turned right into the driveway of Tybias’, Nibs saw a line of four cars and two vans, one of the cars was at strange angle as if up high on a jack or supports and two of the cars had their bonnets up. Both of the vans had their backs higher than the fronts.
Tina parked stopped the bike and Nibs climbed off. Tina then joined her in climbing off the bike. She brought the bike up onto it’s main stand and the pair walked up the driveway towards the triple garage at the back of the yard.
As they passed one of the cars with the bonnet up a voice said, “Can I help you ladies?”
“Yeah,” replied Tina, “we’re looking for Tybias?”
“He’s in the garage getting one of the bikes ready to be returned to its customer.”
“Thanks,” said Tina.
The pair continued towards the garages at the rear, when the fence had finished and turned right the yard became apparent, it was quite large with a large van sitting beside the far wall, bikes and bike bits where dotted around what ever clear ground space their was, and at least four men and two women where working on the vehicles or lent up against the work bench in the middle garage, they where all wearing grease covered clothes and overalls. A tall well muscled bloke with dreads walked out wheeling a bike, the pair approached he looked up and smiled, “Hi Tina,” then he paused, “Arh you must be Nibs?”
“Yeah, I am,” she responded.
”I guess you want to look at your new bike then?”
“Yeah,” she said and smiled.
“This way ladies,”
“Can I ask you Tybias?” she asked.
“No, Tybias is my brother, I’m Simon. Tybias is in side tuning a 1300JZX.”
“Ok,” replied Tina and she turned to headed into the garage
Nibs followed Simon to the back to the house located at the front of the yard. Simon parked the bike he was pushing up and turned to walk to a second one located nearby.
“Here it is, your bike,” said Simon. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah. No problem”
“Are you trans or what?”
“I am trans; may I ask what gave it away?”
“Voice, to be honest, but even Tina will tell you most people who met her for the first time think she a woman. Now you ask, your hair is wrong, is not a feminine cut its not badly styled, but its not feminine.”
“Arh, thanks.”
*****
Tina walked up to the bike in the middle of the garage and put both her hands on the seat, looked over and said, “Tybias.”
“Shit, hi,” said Tybias and he looked up, “Hi Tina, how's you and the rest of the Vixens?”
“We are fine thanks, how's you and the Raiders?”
“We are good thanks. What do you think of the bike?”
“Very nice. Before I forget Abs needs a timing chain for her bike.”
Tybias stood and wiped his greasy hands down his overall trousers. He looked over at where Nibs and Simon where standing talking. Tybias was very much like his brother well muscled, the difference was his dreads reached his backside and he had a trimmed goatee. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and the overalls where tied at his waist. “Ben,” he shouted.
“Yeah,” came a reply from under one of the vans and suddenly a youngish looking bloke appeared on a wheeled board. She would have said Ben was no older than 16 if that, “What boss?”
“Go to the stores and get Tina a timing chain for,” Tybias turned to her, “What has Abs got now?”
“Mit-bu 1000RSx,” she replied.
“No problem boss.” Ben disappeared down the stairs to the basement store room.
“What’s your plan for the evening, Tina?”
“Nothing really, why?”
“I want to show you something and ask for some possible help from the Vixens?”
“Ok,” she responded.
The youth reappeared, “Your timing chain, Tina,” said Ben and went to go back to the van he was working on.
“Ben you going to Dark Zone this evening?”
“More than likely. Why?”
“Maybe see you there.”
“Oh, ok,” said Ben and returned to the work he had been doing.
She picked up the timing chain and along with Tybias wandered over to where Nibs and Simon where.
Tybias asked, “Drinks?”
“Yeah,” said Simon.
“This way, ladies,” said Tybias leading them indoors and into the living room, which was small and kind of cosy. It had a couple of beat up sofas and a couple of arm chairs, a Tele was on one wall next to it was a stereo. Tybias when to the mini fridge beside one of the sofas and took out a couple of cans passed one to Tina and the other to Nibs, he then took two more out and passed one to Simon, then all of them sat down.
“Like the bike Nibs?” asked Tybias.
“Yeah, love it,” Nibs responded.
“When you get back tell Abs that it already has the pistol hide and an assault weapon hide for a HK-49 SMG. She’ll probably want to change it for the usual weapon for you guys, the M22. You two got anything planned for the evening?” asked Tybias.
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied looking expectantly at Tina.
“As I said outside, no I don’t think so either. Why?” replied Tina.
“Join us and the local gang at Dark Zone, it’s a local meeting place run by the Back Hearts gang. It’s a small gang trying to help in the neighbourhood, which has one problem at the moment. It’s being threatened by one of the other local gangs, The Snakes. The best description for the Snakes is a bunch of arrogant stuck up corporate types with nothing better to do than cause trouble for the locals.”
“Sounds very similar to the Aces,” said Tina.
“Yeah probably,” replied Simon.
“The Back Hearts asked our gang’s leader Sarah for help if it comes down to a War Zone.”
“Has she agreed?” Nibs asked.
“Not yet, she said she would take the request to the council and I’ve not heard back since. I’ve offered my unit’s support for first dibs of any loot taken. I was wondering if the Vixens would be interested in helping?”
“Don’t know,” said Tina, “we can ask them when we get back.”
“Thanks. Anyway, you are going to come tonight?”
“Yeah, why not,” said Tina.
*****
At 7ish, Tybias, Simon, Nibs and Tina got up and got ready to leave for the short walk to Dark Zone, which was only a few roads away. Tybias led the way out of the house and turned left. At the end of the road he turned left again. After crossing one secondary road he turned right onto a minor road and just down the street on the right hand side was the sign for Dark Zone. Outside were a couple of youths who nodded a hello as the four of them approached the door. Tybias paid for Nibs and Tina’s entry. After depositing jackets and side arms at the cloak room, the inner doors opened to reveal a large room with in places three stepped tiered platforms. Abbak trance was being played on the decks.
Ben from the workshop wandered over and said, “Hi.”
“Hi Ben, who’s here tonight?” Tybias replied.
“The boss is in a meeting. Some local official I think.”
On one wall was a large screen game of Bloodfest Arcade, Nibs lent over to Tina and whispered in her ear, “Two player game, later?” and pointed to Bloodfest Arcade.
“Yeah, what me and you?”
“Yeah.”
“Definitely.” As Tina replied the current player has his last health shot away and the game ended. The high score table appeared and showed the top score was 1.29 million decks, this kid who was sitting near by got up and walked over to the game.
“Shit, what, he isn’t going for record again,” said Ben.
“Looks like it,” said Simon.
“The guy thinks he owns the game and who ever breaks his high score needs to be forced from the top by him beating it,” said Ben.
“Assuming Bloodfest Arcade,” Nibs said as Tybias wandered back with a tray of soft drinks, “is anything like Bloodfest II, I was scoring 2.1, 2.2 million decks nearly all of the time I sat and seriously played.”
“Fuck that’s good,” said Tybias as he retook his seat.
“I think Arcade is based on Bloodfest II,” said Ben as he took a glug from his soft drink.
“Can we smoke here?” asked Tina.
“Yeah you can,” replied Ben.
With this the pair retrieved their tins from their pouches and Nibs loaded her pipe and Tina rolled a Cambar cigarette. They both took a good drag from them.
After a short while of sitting and chatting about various subjects, Nibs realised that she needed the toilet and stood to head for the women’s loos.
As she approached the door to the toilet area, it opened and into the room came a pair of girls, when the lead one had passed she looked back and double took her face. ‘Is that Tracy from Young Trans,’ she thought and continued into the toilet.
As she sat on the toilet she took out her PDU and loaded Young Trans. She tapped the search link and scribed the name Tracy into the search name box and then she scribed Wester Park District into the area box. She then tapped the search button and after a couple of seconds of thinking her PDU displayed Tracy’s profile page, she scrolled to where the people had pictures up. She found the one of Tracy’s face and it was or it was a bloody good doppelganger. She finished on the toilet and proceeded to wash her hands. She then headed back into the main room and saw Tracy and her female partner sitting on the first floor tear with a couple of other young people.
She headed for the table and when she was close enough she walked around and the group and tapped Tracy on the shoulder. She turned and faced her and she said, “Hi, do I know you?”
“You do Tracy,” she replied, she knew she was feeling and looking very happy. “Do you use Young Trans net site?”
“I do, do you?”
“I do, I use to be know as Nicki Calton.”
“Walk me to hell in a hand basket. Welcome to Dark Zone Nicki,” said Tracy. She turned back to the table and said, “Guys meet Nicki from Young Trans.”
“Hi Nicki,” said the male looking member. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a blue t-shirt, “I’m Robert one of the three trans men that use the chat room.”
She stood and grabbed herself a seat and said down, beside the only true woman present.
“How come, from what I remember from you profile you were trapped by your mum and dad?” asked Tracy, “and may I say you look very. Mm, Gith.”
“Mum and dad don’t know. I did a bunk last Frodar and got invited to join the Gangrels, specifically the Bitch Vixens unit. I’ve not had chance yet to update things on my profile.”
Tracy then said, “Allow me to introduce my partner, Alli Stevens.” She was wearing a smart suit, the type you would use for an office job. “she also uses the site and thats how we met, and Fiona Tribble.” Who was wearing a shortish skirt, what looked like tights and a V cut sleeved top. “Also a member and regular.”
“I remember chatting with you a few times Fiona,” she said as Tina walked over from where she had been sitting.
“Hi,” said Tina.
“Guy, meet Tina a fellow Gangrel and also a full time crossdresser. Tina, Tracy, Fiona, Robert all Trans people from Young Trans, and Alli Tracy’s partner and also a member.”
“Hey, and hi everyone,” Tina said and took a chair from a nearby table and sat down beside Nibs.
“I guess you no longer go by the name Nicki,” said Robert.
“No I don’t. My new name is Nibola Calton or Nibs for short.”
“Hi Nibs. Other than leaving home, how come?”
“Let me tell you a tale of how a young person, my male half made friends with Sandra Patterson.” She then told the group her and Sandra’s tale from when she moved to Suraban to her change, she included the fact she was also a holder of a Full Street Ghost licence.
After she had finished, Tracy said, “Bloody hell! That is one hell of a story, but it does prove that somewhere someone cares for us at least.”
“The Bitch Vixens, why do I think that name has a history in the Gangrels. Someone said something about the your unit,” said Alli.
Tina then asked, “What unit your self, and why the suit?”
“I work for Telean Xorone Galsen East Suraban Area Office, in the accounts department.” asked Alli, “What unit, I’ve been a member of Blue Hill Sharks for five months. I was introduced three Gatherings ago.”
“Weren’t Silver Handers good,” said Tina.
“Yeah weren’t they, How come your self Tina?” asked Alli.
“My story is very similar to Nibs’ tale except I’ve been living fulltime for the last three years and been on hormones for almost two and a half of that time. All thanks to the Gangrels medical staff.”
As she looked around the room, she saw the door next door to the screen open and a couple of people walk out, a female and a couple of males.
When the three were in the room, Tina called “Sarah,” and waves an invite to her. Sarah saw the wave and nodded that she had seem it and started to walk over to where the group was sitting.
“Hi Tina, Nibs,” said Sarah. “What you doing here?”
“Getting my bike from Tybias’, he’s sat over there,” she said and pointed at where there were sitting.
Sarah looked around and saw Tybias sitting with his brother and Ben. “Right, thanks.” Sarah walked over and grabbed a chair and sat down and started to chat to them.
“Drinks?” she asked everyone
Tybias, Simon, Ben and Sarah all stand up and walk back to where Nibs and Tina were sitting. “May we join you ladies and gent?” asked Sarah to the group.
“Yes,” replied Tracy. “Hang on, I know you. Aren’t you Tybias Mitten from T&S Mechanics?”
“Yes, I am, I’m the T and Simon my brother, here, is the S. Ben here also works for us. Allow me to introduce Sarah Cutherlate, leader of the Gangrel Street Gang, which myself, Simon, Nibs and Tina are all members of.”
“We know, I’m also a member of the Gangrels, but I work for Telean Xorone Galsen.”
“Would some one introduce us, I notice when you came back you headed here rather than back to us Nibs,” said Simon.
“Guys, meet Tracy, Alli, Fiona and Robert, I know all of them from the Young Trans site I’m a member of. I was getting some drinks.”
“To save emailing you when I get back to command, Tybias, the council decided to open the arsenal to Back Heart Gang. We will also be subsidising the four units already employed should the Snakes launch a War Zone.”
“That’s good to hear, any dissenters on the Council?”
“Yeah the normal one,” commented Sarah.
“Oh him,” Tybias said and shakes his head.
“I’ll tell you on the way home Nibs,” whispered Tina in her ear.
“Anyone for drinks?” she asked. When everyone had given their drink orders to her, she got up and headed for the bar along with Tracy.
“How have things been, someone said that you had been into the chat room on Moroth and told everyone that you were full time?”
“Things have been great, how about you?”
“Yeah things aren’t to bad thanks. I had a feeling that the Gangrels had been involved in you going full time when Sophie-Gurl told me Moroth evening.”
“How come you are here,” she said as the pair waited at the bar for one of the bar staff to serve them.
He asked, “Can I help you ladies?”
“Yes,” she said and gave the order to the gent.
“Four weeks ago Alli came in and we started to chat, she was interested in understanding what it meant to be trans. I think the Sharks have at least one. We meet a later that week and we’ve been out on a few dates since.” As the barman moved off to fill the order Tracy asked, “How can you remember that order, I have problems remembering four items most days?”
“I have an eidetic memory for conversations, it don’t matter how it comes across as long as it’s sound I will remember it. I can remember conversations I had five, six years ago.”
“Bloody hell! I can see that being so useful I your line of work.”
*****
After the guy playing Bloodfest Arcade had scored 1.31 million Decks and died, he moved off the game satisfied that no one would be able to beat it for a while Nibs turned to Tina, “Shall we?”
The kid that had been playing lost his last health and the game ended with im scoring 1.37million decks.
“Shall we Tina,” she said as he sat down
“Yes, lets,” replied Tina. They both got up and was joined by Sarah who stood behind them and got ready to press the start button. Tina fed in the two decks needed for a two player game and when they were both ready.
“One practice game as I’ve not played arcade before,” she said.
“Yeah and I think I need one too, it’s been a while since I played arcade,” said Tina.
“Ready you two?” asked Sarah.
“Yeah,” they both responded.
“Then rock and roll.” She pressed the two player start button.
*****
37 minutes later the two of them had scored a whopping 4.98 million decks with neither of them loosing a single piece of health, which for a two player game had drawn quite a crowd.
Nibs said to Tina, “I’m exhausted.”
“So am I,” responded Tina then together they both put weapons down and took a step back as a missile from a gunship on screen exploded killing both of the players which ended the game. The cheer that went up was incredible as the game also registered each player’s total of 2.49 million decks as well.
She looked over at the table where the kid had been sat at, which was now empty.
When the two of them got back to the table, Ben said, “The kid left after you got 3.3 million in a huff.”
Both of then laughed at the news.
“So he’s not seen the scores then?” she said
“I don’t think so,” replied Ben .
“Anyway,” said Tina to the people at the table, “we need to head home, we are both exhausted after that game.”
“No problems,” said Tybias, “you will remember to ask about helping should it be needed?”
“Yes we will,” replied Tina and they both left via the door they came in by, picking up their jackets and pistols on the way. They both walked the short distance to Tybias’ and collected their bikes.
“Run back IC12,” Nibs said as they took the two bikes off the main stands and wheeled them out of the yard, “it should be clear at this time of night.”
“It should be, yeah,” responded Tina.
And the two of them kicked started their bikes and headed home.
When they reached IC12 she just went low against the fuel tank, engaged the auto-gyro and accelerated and was soon pushing 150mph. Tina wasn’t far behind her; it took about twenty minutes to reach Home Base.
The pair pulled into the driveway and saw Sandra was sitting on the veranda not looking very happy at all. After they had parked the bikes and dropped the timing chain beside Abs’ engine. They both headed back to the driveway closing and locking the garage door.
They then ascended the steps to the veranda where Sandra was sat on a garden chair on the veranda smoking a Cambar cigarette. “Where have you been?” she asked both of them in a stern voice.
“Getting my bike hun, why?”
“Time.”
“Yeah, were we supposed to be back for something?”
“Yeah. Dinner.”
“Oh fuck I forgot,” she replied apologetically.
“Oh shit so did I,” responded Tina, “sorry Sandra.”
“Not to worry, it’s in the microwave. Just heat it up. Nice bike hun.”
“Thanks love, you coming in.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra and got up to follow her and Tina in to the house and closed the front door.
The pair heated up the vegetable hotpot Sandra had cooked and joined Paul, Abs and Sandra watching a newly released film.
*****
When the film was finished Nibs turned to Tina and asked, “You said you would tell be about the dissenter on the council?”
“I did, didn’t I,” replied Tina.
“Oh, we talking about Timothy?” asked Paul.
Abs got up and headed for the kitchen to make some drinks.
“Yeah we are,” said Tina.
“Timothy, the one problem we as Gangrels have,” Tina started as she rolled a Cambar cigarette. “He leads about six units of various compositions, all of them very militant and generally will cause problems to most gangs if given half the chance.”
Sandra lent over and took the large house bong and loaded the top and both she and Nibs took two of the four pipes and as she lit the Cambar in the bowl, they both took a draw through it. “I have seen them hire themselves to the highest bibber and then charge double the original fees for ammunition expenditure, and no way did they expend the amount of ammo they said they did. One battle which involved us, the Vixens, and one of the more defensively orientated units, we expended close on double the amount we initially said,” said Sandra, “Timothy’s unit expended almost none, and still asked for the amount we had expended.”
“That isn’t good,” Nibs said.
“No it isn’t,” responded Paul, “but unless they do something that breaks Central’s rules or the Gangrels Standing orders, there isn’t much we can do. Central has investigated a couple of incidents but no one has ever come forward or the proof has disappeared or been destroyed before Central could meet.”
“Which I guess annoys quite a few people?” she enquired.
After hearing the switch being switched on the perculator Abs returned to the seating area and took one of the other pipes and lit the end and took a drag from it.
“Yeah it does, we here are on the north western edge of the area watched over by him and his main unit The Head Counters,” continued Tina. “He has a couple of occasions tried to convert us from Sarah’s leadership, he thinks if he can convert us more units will jump ship and join him. But seeing as he has tried on four occasions to do it and failed every time, he’s given up trying.”
“I think he just hopes we will disappear and allow him to continue to win converts to his cause,” replied Paul.
“Which is a joke if you ask me,” said Sandra. “Some people say he’s not himself and hasn’t been himself for a good couple of years, but no one has any proof of it.”
“How does the Gangrel council work?” Nibs asked.
“How does it work,” said Paul, “Any matter that may have a major implication for the entire Gangrel gang goes before the Council and is debated and then voted on by the board of 11 including the chairperson Sarah, who was the casting vote if one is needed.”
“It can make for some interesting times to say the least. Currently sat on the council is a member from each district which Suraban has 9, Sarah and one representative from Central. Timothy’s area of influence is the south eastern area and it borders the far side of the Free Fire zone.
“We as an A rated unit are exempt from Gangrel district control, we answer directly to the council and not to an area commander.”
Paul stood and headed for the fridge and took out the open bottle of Cabilla and poured himself a drink. After returning it to the fridge he returned to the seats and sat down taking the Cambar cigarette he had been smoking and relit the end taking a drag as he did.
“We’ve been asked on a couple of occasions to advise the council of certain matters concerning policy towards certain matters. And we have a non voting seat on the council which we don’t take up unless we are asked to. Currently all the A rated units are under the nominal command of Gaz, Sarah’s right hand person on the council. He allows us to do as we please as long as we don’t bring the Gangrels into disrepute.”
“That’s interesting. The Gangrels are sounding more and more like the Ghost community. The ghost community uses a similar system of rating teams and people. If a team stays together for at least six months the team gets listed as an active team, Cameron Raiders, is currently a non active unit, but that ain’t to say if they got a mission that brought them all back together the unit status goes to active and then Fixers can contact the team directly rather than going through each team member.”
“What happens if something goes tits up?” asked Abs
“What do you mean when you say go tits up?” she asked.
“Goes horribly wrong and lots of collateral damage is caused.”
“If the unit survives the fuck up, they go before the council of elders, the older members of the ghost community, and they make a judgement, based on all the evidence they can collect from the various sources. Punishment ranges from a simple slap on the wrist and a fine to the de-listing of the team and the members, and that ban can last from 6 months to life.”
“Harsh, ain’t it,” said Sandra.
“Maybe, but the causing of collateral damage to non corporate sites and places may effect the general population, it is looked at very dimly. The Street Ghosts live by a simple credo the civilians who live in the area do not want a corporate strike to spill over onto and into their homes. Most ghosts will move to help a civilian in distress with out thinking, bar the normal ones dealing with the situation. This element marks the true Street Ghost community as different to the various immations you will see out there.”
*****
Around 1ish Tina and Abs said night and wandered off to bed, Paul also disappeared a short while later leaving Sandra and Nibs up watching an adventure film. About 3ish they both headed for bed as she knew she would be helping Abs tomorrow finishing her bike repairs and fitting the hide to her bike.
Chapter 16 — The Retreat
Savraday 22nd Juwur
Nibs and Sandra woke at 08:51BN. Nibs swung her legs out of the bed; took the blunt that lay next to the ashtray on her bedside table and lit it. Sandra just lay propped up on her elbows.
“You know something hun, I’m going to embroider my jacket today, its needs doing,” she said.
“That’s true. What you going to put on it?”
“The Vixens symbol and the Black Fairy which is my personal symbol.”
“The Black Fairy?” asked Sandra as she lent over, retrieving the blunt she had put out last night before the two of them had fallen into a peaceful sleep.
“I have the picture on the tablet, its one of the backgrounds I use.”
After Sandra had lit the blunt she sat up, stretched and said, “You up for some combat practice hun?”
“Yeah definitely,” she said with a smile. She turned and kissed Sandra on the forehead, grabbed her bathrobe, put it on and wandered over to the bathroom to go to the loo and brush her teeth. She was soon joined by Sandra who also sat on the loo and cleaned her teeth. After finishing she asked Sandra, “Coffee hun?”
“Yeah, then get dressed and head into the back garden and have some fun sparring.”
“Ok.”
She walked into the living area and found Tina sat at the breakfast bar sipping a cup of something. “Morning,” said Tina.
“Morning Tina,” she said, “You up for some sparring today?”
“Yeah I think Abs is too. She’s already up and I think she’s downstairs harvesting some of our plants.”
Abs appeared at the front door and as she walked in she said, “Good harvest this cycle.”
“How many plants?” asked Sandra as she walked out of the bedroom zone.
“A good thirty-five plants plus fresh seeds for another three cycles.”
“What is good is I think we may have found the best conditions at last.”
She went about sorting out two coffees; when finished she passed one of the cups of Sandra.
“Thanks hun,” responded Sandra and sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.
Abs said, “Tina you going to join me for some sparring, I’m going to beat you today.”
“Ok hun,” responded Tina. “In your dreams, you’ve not beaten me since I moved in here.”
“My luck has got to change sometime.”
“Not today hun,” responded Tina, she then got up to follow Abs to the back garden.
After finishing their coffees Nibs and Sandra went to their bedroom and got dressed in simple baggy, free-flowing clothes. She grabbed her pair of short staves. ‘I need to see those people again soon,’ she thought. Sandra grabbed her quarter staff and followed her out into the back garden.
The garden was large the width of the house plus six feet for the path to the back door a good 20 feet plus long. At the back was a wooden fence that backed onto a small piece of waste land. From where she was standing she could see the area was also being used as a dumping ground, in places the various large objects had been stacked or moved to form defences and similar positions. Inside the actual garden was a couple of punchbags, a speedball and a few other combat training obstacles.
The pair warmed up and watched Abs and Tina as they sparred together; Tina was using a pair of short staffs similar to hers’. Abs was using a full staff which was about 6ft long. After watching for about five minutes Abs went for a low strike which Tina jumped over, then Tina counter-attacked by feinting with the right staff and catching Abs on the side of the head with the left one.
Abs said, “You bitch.”
“I keep telling you when fighting two weapons you need to seriously rethink letting the enemy get close.”
She nodded her head in agreement; as both Tina and Abs left the ring Sandra and her stepped up.
Sandra asked, “Are you ready Nibs?”
“The question shouldn’t be, am I ready, it should be are you ready to face me. I may have only shadow-sparred more often than not, but I know these staffs,” she responded. “Now defend yourself.” She stabbed the left staff at Sandra’s head and swung the right at her lower abdomen.
Sandra jumped back and said, “FEck, your fast.”
“I know,” she responded as she returned to a ready-stance.
It took about twenty-five seconds to land the first hit on Sandra, she used both staffs to take her knees out by tripping rather than hitting there.
During the short fight Sandra noticed a few openings and what surprised her was Nibs used her body as weapons as well. “Enough,” said Sandra, “feck, you are good.”
“No I ain’t,” she replied. “I caught you by surprise.”
“That you did, plus the fact you don’t seem to worry about taking hits. You left yourself open on a few occasions.”
“I may have looked as if I was open, but I was ready to receive your counter-attacks.”
“I agree you are good Nibs,” said Abs. “Our resisdent experts in street fighting are Paul and Gary, and I think you could beat them easily.”
“Doubt it, I’ve shadow sparred a lot, this is the first time people are fighting back,” she said
“I seriously think if you would be able to beat them both,” said Abs.
“And from what I saw I have a lot to learn about these,” Tina said and indicated she meant her short staves.
“Me and you Abs?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah, ok,” responded Abs.
“Show me what you know Tina,” Nibs said.
For the next couple of hours the four of the practised and sparred together.
*****
About 11:15BN all four felt exhausted from the workout.
“That was one of the toughest workouts I’ve had,” said Abs. “But I’ve learnt a massive amount about how to deal with people with two weapons.”
“It may be an idea if we think about making these a slightly more regular occurrence than once in a while,” said Sandra.
“Yeah I agree,” said Tina.
Sandra knocked on the bathroom door which was closed. “Paul you in there?” she asked.
“Yeah I am,” responded Paul.
“Hurry up. There’re four sweaty girls out here needing a shower.”
“Ok, I’ll be finished in a couple of minutes,” came his reply.
*****
Nibs walked into the living-room after putting her short staffs away. She headed for the fridge, got out some cold filtered water, poured herself a glass and drunk it quickly. When she had returned to wait for the bathroom.
Paul walked out of the bathroom in his black bathrobe and headed for his room to get dressed.
A burst of Silver Hand played from Paul’s mobile on the fireplace. She wandered over to see who’s calling and shouts. “Paul, Darla’s ringing you.”
“You answer it Nibs, I’m currently indisposed at the mo.”
“Ok,” she answered, picked up the phone and flicked it open, then said, “Hi Darla, its Nibs, Paul is currently indisposed at the mo. How can I help?”
“Hi Nibs, I’m inviting all the Vixens to my place in the Low Back Forest from today ‘til we head for the festival.”
“Ok,” she replied and asked, “Where in the Low Back forest, it’s kind of big?”
“Yeah I know, I’m sending you the location co-ordinates now via text.”
Beep, Beep went Paul’s phone as it received a text, “Ok it’s arrived.”
“Good, how long before you guys leave, so I can tell Gary when to meet you lot?” asked Darla.
“45 minutes to an hour, we need to shower and get some clothes together for the trip,” she replied.
“Ok, I’ll say an hour and a half then to Gary. Meet him at the truck stop on IC5 before it leaves the city?”
“Ok, see you soon,” she said and closed Paul’s phone.
“Guys, Darla’s invited us to her place in the Low Back Mountains until the festival.”
“Do you know if she invited Misty’s group?” asked Paul.
“She didn’t say,” she replied; then she walked to the computer to check the location Darla had sent in the text. She pulled up the Map software, typed in the co-ordinates and the map software displayed a largish house at the end of a road, the name displayed alongside was Graham Cottage. It looked as if it was located on a cliff edge looking south, ‘Nice place,’ she thought as Abs and Tina finished in the shower.
“Our turn Nibs,” called Sandra.
“Ok hun, coming,” she called back and walked towards the bathroom.
*****
Thirty minutes later everyone was in the living room, they all had rucksacks, which contained a couple of changes of clothes for the break at Darla’s.
Tina asked, “We coming back on Sumbar or Moroth?”
“Don’t know,” Nibs said. “Darla didn’t say.”
“I hope Sumbar as I know we will need to get ready for the festival with camping gear.”
“I think Savraday then would be better,” said Paul.
*****
Two days previously, Darla had received an envelope in the post from her parent’s lawyer. The letter had said he wanted to meet Darla, and gave a Motel just off IC5 Junction18 in a small town called Forest Scope. It had also said he would only be there for a week from the date printed on the letter and that was two days previous.
“Angel, Damieel we are going on a road trip to the Low Back forest, we leave in half an hour.”
“Yes Mistress,” they both called back from the bathroom.
*****
Darla’s bike and the two trikes, belonging to Angel and Damieel, pulled into the Motel car park and she located the room indicated on the return address. She knocked on the door and the door was opened by a gentleman in his mid-thirties.
“Darla Graham?”
“Yes that is me,” she answered.
“Then please come in.”
The twins and her walked into the room, “Allow me to introduce Angel and Damieel, my partners in all things,” she said as the gentleman looked Angel and Damieel up and down.
“No problem,” he said, “I am Simon Grayson of Grayson Lawyers Ltd, I represent your father and mother and have done so since 2041, and I am currently the probate officer of your father and mother’s last will and testimony.”
Four years ago you know your mum and dad undertook a ghost operation against Grinlinn Manufacturing and never returned.
“Yes I remember them leaving.” She moved to sit on the bed and was joined by Angel and Damieel. Angel sat and looked over her right shoulder. Damieel was kneeing behind her looking directly at Simon over her left shoulder.
“As was the norm they contacted me before the operation and normally they contacted me again after the operation to inform me of their safe return. Neither of them has contacted me since that day four years ago. The last will and testimony stated that should they and I mean either or both not contact my firm via some method within four years then the last will and testimony should be read. The document countersigned by three other lawyers all who worked for my firm at the time. The will states that the entire estate which in today’s monetary terms is worth 56.2 million decks and includes the apartment you currently reside in, a large house located in the Low Back Forest and a further house located in the Chimilla Highlands goes to their only true daughter Darla to do with as she sees fit.”
She said sounding very shocked and surprised, “The entire estate, valued at 56.2 million decks plus three houses are mine to do with as I see fit.”
“Yes I also have a sealed letter for you. This was sealed in my presence by both your father and mother,” and he handed her the letter. She took it and just looked at it in disbelief.
“I shall give you some space and time Miss Graham. I shall be in the bar opposite if you wish to see the house in the Low Back forest.”
She shook her head slightly and said, “Thanks.”
After the door is closed and she listened to his steps as they crossed the gravelled surface. She broke the seal on the envelope, taking out a letter which was wrapped around a key and a swipe card, both of which dropped out and fell to the floor.
After picking up the swipe card and key, she read the handwritten letter.
Dear Darla,
If you are reading this letter then it means that both I and your mother haven’t returned from an operation.
The lawyer we instructed to carry out our wishes has served not only us but many Street Ghosts over the years and he is the one responsible for making sure you always had the apartment to live in.
The next few paragraphs were about the mission they had been employed to conduct.
The house in the Low Back Forest is mine and your mum’s retreat from every day stresses. It is also the location for an Academy Battle Store, as both myself and your mum where trained at the Academy to become elite Street ghosts and Conspiracy Operatives. Most of your inheritance is money gathered and earnt during those days. The store assuming it has not been plundered by the Academy trained people on operation is also yours and your friend’s to use as the entire group sees fit.
The store itself has equipment that is six to seven years out of date by current Academy standards, but is probably still twenty to twenty five years ahead of technology enjoyed by the world’s military forces and probably twenty years ahead of most corporation’s equipment. It’s yours and your friend’s as is the money and shares. Simon has power of attorney over them at the moment and has been instructed that they are never to be used as collateral against things. Both your mum and I advise you to leave the status quo as is concerning them.
Enjoy the houses and the secrets they contain.
Yours Thomas and Clare.
PS. The coordinates for the house are -782.574,4554.328 I would inform Simon that you are going and ask him to return to the Suraban.
After she had finished reading the letter she put it back into the envelope and re-sealed it. She placed it in the inside pocket of her leather jacket. Then after composing herself she stood up and walked out with the twins in tow. “You two wait here, I’ll be back shortly.”
She crossed the road to the bar, and opened the door. The inside was a dark bar she knew places like Forest Scope would have. The main tap room was 50feet long by at least 30feet wide. Behind the bar were three staff serving 30 odd customers. Most looked like trappers and people hardened by work in the foot hill forests and mountains. Simon was sat on a bar stool drinking what looked like a coffee. She walked towards him at the bar. “Thanks for the information about my inheritance. I’m heading to the house now, but I would like to go alone and spend some time alone with my thoughts and memories.”
“No problem Ms. Graham, can I assume that you wish me to remain as your lawyer and maintain the power of attorney over the shares and other incomes.”
“Yes thanks, I shall leave the status quo as is as you have served my family well over the years. I may have some more people who may be interested in your legal services.”
“Why thank you Ms. Graham and I look forward to meeting you and your friends in the near future.”
Darla turned and had two drunken men block her exit.
“Hey babe, you want some cock?” the left hand bloke said.
Simon turned to face them and she said, “Leave it Simon, I’ve dealt with twats like this before.” She then turned back and looked at the guy who had spoken, “I would knacker you before we got started,” and she then flicked her jacket open to reveal the presence of a Y7 pistol and before his partner could move she grabbed his crotch and squeezed, “My advice to you is it sit down and forget about me unless you have a death wish,” Darla said in a no nonsense voice and she then pushed both of them out of the way and departed the bar to return to the bike and the twins, who had already started their trikes.
Within forty minutes of leaving the motel car-park, the twins and her where on the road that led to the house. After traveling about 50 miles the three of them arrived at a large, single storey house situated over looking a beautiful view point on the edge of a cliff. They parked the bikes in front of the steps to the front veranda, which was large enough to have a garden table and chairs on. Darla took the swipe card that had dropped from the letter out and inserted into the card reader and then pressed her thumb to the small scanner located next to the card reader. After a couple of seconds the door clicked and opened.
The inside of the house was large with an open plan kitchen located on the left hand side of the large living room. To the right was a wall with two doors one up some steps the other on the same level as the living room. All the furniture was covered by dust sheets and the air conditioning was set to maintain the humidity at a level that wouldn’t degrade the furniture.
“You two uncover the furniture and sort out the living room whilst I explore the rest of the house,” she said, and turned towards the lower of the two doors. She tired the door and found it locked. She looked at the door and found just beneath the handle a long hole, very similar to the lock on the bathroom door at the apartment. She took the key out and inserted it in the hole under the handle and turned it. She heard the lock go clunk as it retracted, she then tried the handle and the door opened towards her. In front of her was a passageway which lit up as sensors detected her presence in the doorway. Darla started down the passage way and after fifty feet of it going on a down grade it opened up into a massive room which like the corridor lit up when sensors detected the presence of her. The room was filled with shelves upon shelves of firearms, equipment, armour, tools, and electronic devices. She whispered, “Thank you mum and dad, I love you both lots and lots,” and a tear trickled down her cheek.
She snapped back out of those thoughts and said to herself, “Vixens here, when?”
*****
Nibs and the others closed the front door of the Home Base, walked down the steps and went to collect their bikes.
“Helmets everyone,” said Paul.
“Good point,” Tina said, “We do need to wear them when we leave a city on an IC.”
“You know I haven’t got one,” Nibs said.
“Oops, good point and we haven’t got a spare,” said Tina.
“Then I suggest we go and buy one then,” suggested Sandra.
“Now that’s an idea,” she said as she wheeled her bike out and sat on it waiting for everyone else to be ready.
When Abs had locked the garage doors and set the alarm, everyone started their bike engines and pulled up the driveway and onto the main street. Nibs thought, ‘I need to upgrade that.’
*****
After spending about twenty minutes browsing the various head protections Sam’s Super Bikes had on show, Nibs selected a plain black full-face helmet with a darkened visor. She tried it on and found it fitted exactly. After paying for it she joined everyone outside; they headed for the truck stop where they had said they would meet Gary.
After picking up IC5 from the start they sped along it until Junction 10 where the main IC5 city truck-stop was located. As normal it was quiet, most of the people using it either slept in the cabs or was inside the Inns enjoying their hospitality. In the second, of the four truck-stops, Tina spotted Gary’s bike and signalled the rest of the group and pulled in beside it. When everyone had arrived they all walked into the truck-stop and saw Gary tucking into a large breakfast. As they walked in, he lifted his head and waved them over. Sandra and Paul headed for the counter and ordered some food while the rest headed over to the table.
The inside of the truck-stop had fifteen tables next to long windows that over-looked the car park. The counter ran down half of the back wall, with a door at each end. The door closest opened and a waitress appeared carrying a tray of plates, heading for one of the tables where a couple of men sat. One of the pair was large and had a beer belly, the other more lean and mean, wearing leather trousers and had a full-face helmet on the table next to him. The waitresses were wearing white blouses with name badges over the left breast and black knee-length skirts and black shoes. Tied around their waists was a red-and-white checked apron with a pocket in the front. Nibs, Tina and Abs approached the table and Gary slid along towards the window. Both Tina and Abs slid in beside him, Nibs sat opposite Gary, and was soon joined by Sandra and Paul joined them, "Food shall be with us soon," Sandra said as she sat down.
Very soon, a waiter approached the table with a tray full of cups, a couple of jugs and a small bowl. He set the cups, jugs and small bowl down and then went back to the counter, picked up the coffee and teapots and placed those down as well. Paul and Tina both said "Thanks."
"Any drinks sir?" the waiter asks Gary.
"No thanks," replied Gary, "I'll drink what’s on the table, but thanks for asking."
"You’re welcome sir."
The door to the car park opened and in walked a couple of men, both of medium build. They walked over to a table in the corner; the waiter that had served the drinks headed over towards them. After about five minutes the door to the kitchen opened, two waitresses walked out and approached the table, each was carrying a large tray piled high with steaming food. The first waitress placed the plates down and the second placed three large plates in the middle of the table; the plates in the middle contained bacon rashers, eggs, sausages, hash browns, toast, and various other fried food stuffs. The first waitress returned with two large bowls containing baked beans and tomatoes.
When the last of the baked beans was finished by Tina, Nibs got up and wandered to the toliets, at the far end of the counter. Coming out of the door was a woman dressed in leather biker trousers, who went straight outside to one of the bikes, which she climbed on and sped away. When Nibs had returned from the loos the rest of the group were just preparing to depart. Sandra and her walked to the counter, paid for the food and drinks, the total bill was 25 Decks, ‘Very good value for the size of the meal,’ she thought
Outside the sun was high in the sky and felt quite warm, but a light breeze was also blowing from the north-east. Gary, Paul, Tina and Abs waited for the pair to pay for the food; when they came out the group walked towards where the bikes were parked. Everyone checked the chokers and earpieces were still in place, climbed onto their bikes, and each one rammed the kick-starts down and let the engines idle.
Gary suggested, “It may be a good idea to stop for fuel and work out the route to Darla’s,”
“Good idea,” Paul responded. She led the way out of the truck-stop, towards the fuel-station located next to the line of toll booths. The station had fifteen fuel pumps, three dedicated to refuelling trucks and road-train tractor units and twelve to refuelling other vehicles. As five pumps were not being used, each bike pulled up beside each one, completely filled their tanks with high performance. After filling, the five moved out of the way of the pumps to let four other users in, while Gary took the fifth pump and filled his tank as well.
Sandra, who had gone into the shop, stood at the counter waiting for Gary to finish so she could pay of the fuel. After paying for it she came outside and walked to where the bikes were parked. The group were having a discussion over which route was best.
As she walked back Nibs said, “That is true, I don’t mind cross-country work, but I don’t speak for everyone, it isn’t fun for most people, plus I think it will be very hard on the bikes they’re not setup for cross country work.”
“What are the options for the journey?” she asked.
“Driving to Junction-18 and then heading north via Forest Scope to Darla’s, or coming off at Junction-15 and heading north and then east via a town of Little Middleton,” replied Paul.
“We don’t know the area, I vote for easy Junction-18,” she said.
“Ok then, Junction-18 it is then,” said Tina, “I just want to see Nibs go cross-country.”
“If that’s the only reason then I can show you when we get there on a push-bike rather than a motorbike. It’s a lot more fun, plus it would give me an excuse to get one, I had one at home, but kind of forgot to bring it,” responded Nibs as she walked towards her bike. Everyone picked up their helmets and put them on, as the Surra Country law indicated all people riding bikes must wear a helmet when on the IC outside the city perimeter or else health and vehicle insurance is invalidated.
All the bikes started and moved off in the direction of the tollbooths, where each rider had to pay a Deck to get onto IC5. The booths themselves were one long line of about twenty situated on the entry-ramp slipway and the IC itself, the bikes pulled up to one of the booths and Nibs said, “Six bikes.”
“Six Decks,” came the reply from the operator over loudspeakers. She dropped six deck coins into the hopper and the gate lifted to allow the bikes through. After leaving the controlled area of the tollbooths, all six worked their way through the bikes’ gears and accelerated down the slipway and onto the fast-moving traffic of the IC5, all the bikes were pushing 120mph quite quickly.
As they drove along the IC she was being her ever observant self, noticed that as they passed over IC10, that even through the landscape of crops stayed the same it became considerably more militant the further they travelled from the city. As they passed Junction-16, which had a small town located just to the south of the IC, she saw at least two patrol cars on the bridge and the officers carrying heavy firepower.
About an hour later the bike saw the signs for Junction-18 and a warning of no turning for 165miles. All the bikes indicated and took up the inside lane that would lead them up the off-ramp, towards the junction that would put them on the main road that ran near Darla’s.
The group drove into the small town of Forest Scope, a tourist trap for those wishing to explore the mountains.
“Stop here for some light refreshments,” suggested Tina over the comm. system.
“Yeah, that would be an idea,” replied Sandra, “I do feel in need of a drink and a smoke, if nothing else.”
The group headed up the main road that ran through the centre of the town and found a couple of local diners and a fast food place, owned by Kannock.
“Which one?” she asked.
She had an idea which one would be chosen, everyone agreed not Kannock.
Tina, as she had the lead, indicated left, crossed the road and parked up in front of the diner near the north side. The outside of the diner was very much a modern looking purpose-built building. It was opposite one of the bigger motels. Everyone followed Tina and parked up outside the diner, climbed off, left their helmets on the seats of the bikes and walked inside.
The group walked into the diner, which had a homely feel to it as the inside was lined with wood panelling; with tables along the side wall and a couple along the front window. Each table was covered with a blue-and-red checked tablecloth and had a salt and pepper shaker on each table in front of a menu. The group walked up to the counter which stretched along the left wall to the very back of the diner, where two doors where, one to the toilets, the other to the kitchen area. Behind the counter was a largish male wearing a light blue T-shirt, black trousers and a black apron. “How I may I be of help?” he asked.
Abs responded first, “Do you have any orange juice?”
“We do.”
“A glass of orange juice please. How much,” Abs asked.
“One deck,” the man responded.
Abs took her wallet out, took out a 5-Deck note and passed it to him; he stuffed it into the pocket of his apron, dug out 4-Decks change and passed it to Abs.
Paul spoke next, "A ham sandwich and a mug of coffee please?"
"Ok, can I take the rest of your orders?" he asked.
She spoke next asking for, “Can I have a chicken sandwich and a Chai Latte please.”
Gary was the next to speak, “A bowl of tomato soup and a fresh baguette please.”
Sandra spoke next and asked for the same as Nibs, except her drink was a coffee.
Tina spoke last and asked for a salad sandwich and an Earl Grey tea.
“Thank you, please take a seat and your orders will be with you shortly.” responded the man, who walked out to the kitchen area. Very soon a middle-aged woman appeared at the door and quickly looked around, saw no one new and disappeared into the kitchen. About ten minutes later the woman appeared carrying a large tray to the table and placed the tray down and speaks, “Chai Latte?” as Nibs indicated that it was hers, she passed it to Nibs. “Coffee?” both Paul and Sandra indicated that was their drinks and passed them to them, "Earl Grey?" Tina indicated that she ordered that and accepted it as the women passed it to her. “Your sandwiches and soup will be with you shortly.”
Paul responded, “Thanks.”
A couple of minutes later, the man returned carrying a tray laden with plates, sandwiches and a bowl of soup. He, like the woman, set it down and passed the plates and bowl to each person, asking Abs, “Do you wish to order some food ma'am?”
“No thanks, I’m quite all right, thank you,” responded Abs.
The door to the street open and two men walked in, each wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, both wearing police gunbelts with a 9mm automatic and other assorted police equipment.
The man looked up and says, "Ah Sheriff, Deputy. How may I be of help to you?”
“Brian.” the older man said in response, “Food and drink for myself and Thomas.”
“No problems.”
The two men took a table in front of the window and, after the man finished handing out the food, he went over to the men and took their orders, then disappeared into the kitchen.
The group tucked into the food and silently finished the food, she listened to the Sheriff and Deputy as they are chatting about the general happenings in the town and local area.
When the guys had finished eating, a young woman stood behind the counter; smiling at the group as Gary walked up and paid the bill; then he followed the group outside, clipped the helmet to the bike, as when they had left the IC the law about wearing helmets no longer applied. They all mounted and started the engines and departed heading north.
“Not too far now is it?” Sandra asked over the comm. system.
“No it isn’t,” she replied after checking her PDU which was clipped on to the handlebars, “The turn-off is five-to-six miles ahead and off to the right.”
After travelling six miles Abs saw a sign pointing to the right indicating that the dirt road would lead people to Timber campsite, signposted as being 40 miles away. All six bikes slowed, turned right and started up the 19-odd miles until they turned and headed east up to Darla’s country retreat.
*****
Up at the house Darla, Angel and Damieel were stood in the kitchen. Both Angel and Damieel were dressed in combat fatigue trousers and a green tight vest top. Both carried Academy MZ65Ks on shoulder straps and had two extra magazines on the opposite side of their bodies.
The kitchen was a large square area surrounded on two sides by open-top counters; the only way into the kitchen, from the rest of the house, was from a set of stairs on the south-east side closest to the front door. Along the north-west wall was a large fireplace where a nurance was slowly turning on a spit. The kitchen was made from the local forest. Even the fire beneath the pig was local dead wood. A door on the north west wall lead to a small out house which housed the wood supply for the fire places.
"Shall one of us go to the main road mistress?" asks Angel.
"Yes,” she replied and continued after looking at the clock, “Angel if you leave now you should meet them on the dirt road, but go right to the junction with the main road.”
As Angel left the kitchen she headed for the front door, as she passed the coat tree she grabbed her leather jacket and slid it on over the SMG. When she had exited the house she heard the bird song and chirp, chirp of woodland life. Her trike was in the garage, which also doubled as the main workshop. She sat on the seat and hit the electric start and selected reverse and slowly pulled out of the garage and headed down the track that led from the track that went to Timber campsite.
As she drove at about 25 to 30mph down the uneven road she got a strange sensation, the hair on the back of her neck stood and she felt very euphoric, as if she had just smoked a compete blunt at once. As she drove she felt the sensation die away as she got further and further from, what she could only defined as the source.
As she turned down the track towards the main road, she saw the rest of the guys heading up the track towards her. She turned her motor-trike around and waited for then to get to her and she joined the group as they waved and passed her. She directed the group up the dirt track heading for the house after about twelve miles the ground started to rise and the track went up, the track followed the cliff edge for most of the route to Darla’s.
*****
At the house Darla and Damieel heard the approach of the bikes and wandered towards the front door to welcome the guests. Damieel and her stood on the veranda at the top of eight steps up, it also had a swing seat on it now.
The guys pulled up and parked, climbed off and then started up the eight steps to the veranda and onwards into the house.
“Welcome to my parents and now my country retreat, everyone,” she said as they got to the veranda. “Please hang your coats on the coat poles and make yourselves at home, normal Vixen rules apply.”
Everyone traipsed in side and deposited their bags near the two coat poles that were located near the front door. The layout of the living room had been slightly changed from when the twins and her had arrived a couple of days before. The sofas and arm chairs had been moved around slightly so to face the large window that ran the entire length of the south side of the house. The view was one of looking out over the tall Willabba pines and other tall forest trees.
Nibs said to Sandra, “What a beautiful view.”
Sandra replied, “Yeah your not kidding are you.”
"Damieel go and put the kettle on," said Darla after everyone was inside
"Yes mistress," responded Damieel and she disappeared into the kitchen.
Darla pointed to the door up the stairs and said, "That leads to the bed rooms. And down there," and she points to the other door, "thats the cellar door." Off to the left was another set of steps which led to an open plan kitchen, where Damieel was preparing some drinks. Just beyond the window was a large veranda with a wooden garden table and chairs. Surrounding the veranda was a waist high railing. All the internal walls of the house was very much like the external, made from wood painted with a light varnish. Everyone moved into the seating area and sat down, then they all took out their tins and either rolled a blunt or loaded a pipe. Then everyone smoked them and relaxed after the long drive.
“Nice place you have here Darla,” said Gary, after Damieel had passed out the drinks.
"Thank you Gary,” replied Darla, “I thought relax tonight and have fun tomorrow and the next few days. Then decide what to do after that."
"Don't the Forest Rangers mind this being here?" asked Sandra as she was sat beside her partner looking out over the forest.
"No, my mum and dad where both worked for the Surra Forest Rangers before they passed away. Its one of the perks of the job, the rangers get to build their own homes in the forest they work in. So therefore mum and dad built this place. It was passed to me in their wills."
"Very nice."
The rest of the evening was spent chilling enjoying the company of everyone. About 10ish both Nibs and Sandra excused them selves and went to bed. Let’s just say they didn't sleep much that night. As their room overlooked the cliff and it was a clear night.
*****
Chapter 1 — Arrivals
Sat in the living room of Damien Cameron’s home in Suraban, was Timaus, Damien and K Dog.
Timaus placed his mug of coffee down asking, “Do you think I should put Nicholas Calton forward for selection to the Academy?”
Damien stood to walk to the window saying as he went, “Yeah, the work he did for us on that operation was excellent, and if that’s a sample of the work Nicholas has the ability to do then yes. The only issue is how will he react to the truth about what is happening here?”
K Dog looked at Damien and then Timaus, after a second pause he said, “I think Nicholas will excel in the environment as long as we give him the training to defend himself, he may be fit but how strong is he and what is his fighting skills like?”
“Those I have an idea on already, they aren’t bad, and he uses short staves as his preferred close combat weapon,” Timaus said.
“With that, I wouldn’t have a problem seconding your choice then,” K Dog replied before taking a mouth full of coffee.
“Right then I’ll send the email to the Selection committee and let them know to start the observation of Nicholas.”
*****
“You know selection for next years Academy intake is coming up in the near future Gaz?” Sarah lent back against the back of her leather office chair. In front of her was a four meter long desk. In the front left hand corner was a 27” LCD computer monitor, on the screen was a spinning wolf’s head encircled by the words ‘The Gangrel Gang — Let us be victorious by any means’ in front of which was a wireless keyboard and mouse. On the opposite side of the desk was a PDU (Personal Display Unit) which was sat in its charger. The LED on the top was green which indicated it was on the Net waiting for Sarah to need it.
“Yeah I do and you thinking of forwarding a Gangrel Street Gang Unit or something?” Gaz replied while he went about sorting out a coffee for himself and Sarah.
“Yeah.” Sarah sat forward and reached for the keyboard and mouse. She brought up the unit rosters of all the Gangrel Street Gang Units, scrolling to the line entry for the Bitch Vixens. She then pressed return the screen displayed the database entry for the Bitch Vixens. Listed on the screen were all the operations the unit had done since it joined the ranks of the Gangrels some 25 years ago. She scrolled done and stopped when the screen displayed the operations of the unit for the last four years.
“Which unit you planning of forwarding to the selection committee then?” Gaz asked as he walked to one of the three leather chairs in front of the desk.
“Bitch Vixens.”
Gaz smiled and nodded his head in an approving way, “Good choice, but are they ready to join the ranks of The Conspiracy, especially with what happened to Paul and Sandra’s mum and dad.”
“I think so. I think they will take the truth in their stride when they know the complete picture of what’s happening.”
*****
14th Juwar 2068 07:30AN
Nick walked down the stairs from the first floor of his family’s home, which was located in Central District, the main governmental and one of the main business districts of the city of Suraban, the capital of Surra. The two storey building was built on one of the standard patterns. Three bedrooms, one bathroom on the first floor and one large living room, that ran from the front to the back of the house, one kitchen and one dining room. Located on the left hand side of the house was a two car garage. The back door of the garage was beside the back door to the house. One of the family’s two cars was parked in the garage; it belonged to his mother, who was sat at the computer in the living room. His father was out on site sorting the last bit and pieces of the latest contract. Nick knew mum and dad was heading to South Sea Metro and a security upgrade of a Bastal Technologies Production site there. With being a Three Major student he had been given a scholarship by the MegaCorporation Cyber Industries to attend one of the main colleges that had electronics and computer courses.
At this point Nick was not sure if he wanted to go. The scholarship would lead him to a well paid job as either a computer programmer or an electronics engineer, possibly a micro-electronics engineer. His time in Suraban he hadn’t been idle with just school work the corporate run high school threw at the students. He had been busy in a sideline business of upgrading home’s security systems. Rather than install a brand new system that the thieves more than likely knew, he upgraded the system already present. Nick knew instinctively that when a thief came looking for targets he would hit those houses with a security system he knew. Nick’s ideas and plans revolved around throwing the thief through a loop and presenting him with systems that he had no idea how to break as he would have never come across the system before. With Damien Cameron’s upgrade he had overlapped, improved, movement sensors the first activated a second set that was pointing at right angles to the first set, and it was this set that fired the actual alarm. It had been that overlap, that had stopped, K-Dog and Cutters, two Street Ghosts Damien had asked to test the system. From that and the month he had spent researching the boring and dull stuff for Cameron’s Raiders, like corporate finances, bios for main people within the corporation the team was hitting. Tiamus had upgraded his Associate Street Ghost listing to one of a Full Street Ghost, with the proviso that Nick should be treated as an associate until he was 18, which was only a few weeks away now. Legally allowed to move out and become an independent person rather than needing his parent’s signature on the consent forms.
He walked towards the front door Nick realised that his posture was one of being depressed with life, and he shouldn’t be. The exams were finished, he was going to a party to celebrate and he was wearing a feminine crop top cum sport’s bra and a pair of high leg briefs. As he passed the coat hooks beside the door calling to his mum, “I’m off out to the party I told you about. Don’t expect me home until tomorrow sometime mum.” He made the conscious effort of straightening his slouch and when he had he felt much better. He was happy at the fact school had finished. Nick thought, ‘Payback is going to be a real bitch,’ the tone was one of being evil as now the school couldn’t do a thing to stop him breaking a few bones from the main bullies at school. This was the main reason for the depression, the bullying from the footbaal team.
“Ok hun. Have fun tonight, and don’t get drunk,” his mum responded, turning from the work on finalising the report to the board of ATDS.
He thought, ‘Jacket or no jacket? Jacket,’ opening the front door. A few steps down the path leading from the house to the road, he turned looking back at the house thinking, ‘I think this weekend will be the start of something new and a lot of fun. I wonder why Paul and Sandra invited me to the party, they know I have nothing even comes close to the clothes they wear.’ He went back to facing forward starting the short walk to the bus stop heading for South Central 6 Plaza.
*****
Sat in a living room was a group of four young people, three females and one male all dressed in black baggies and various dark tops and t-shirts, all of them had logos of bands famous in the rock scene. They were smoking pure Cambar cigarettes and drinking large glasses of Cabilla, a dark coloured fizzy soft drink. The living room was 25feet wide by 30feet long the front of the room was a split kitchenette with a breakfast come eating area sticking out into the room. The room had on the far wall a computer area, beside that was an open fire place with small flames licking around a couple of pieces of pallet wood. Sat beside the fire was a pile of more wood. In front of the fire were a couple of arm chairs. The male was sat in the one closest to main seating area, which consisted of two large piles of large cushions and bean bags and two three seater sofas. In the middle was a low coffee table The three females were sat with one sitting on the sofa against the wall of the bedrooms, the other two were sat on top of the pile of cushions against the back wall.
“Sandra.” Paul looked at Sandra, who had shoulder length dark red hair.
“Yes Paul.”
“Do you think Nick will come tonight?”
“I hope so, I think tonight he finds out that he has a lot more friends than he thought he had.” ‘I do hope you come Nick, please come, as even if you aren’t the person I think you are, I want to show you a good time before you leave Suraban.’
“So how are we going to make sure he knows where to come?” asked Abs looking at Sandra.
“I sent him an email with the local area map, but we all know what 76th Street is like, and that’s where you two come in Tina, Abs.” Sandra took a drag from the Cambar cigarette and turned to face the pair. “He said he would be arriving at the pub around 07:30AN and with where he lives I would say about 07:20 he’s going to be getting off the bus from Central district. Basically you two meet him somewhere near the bus-station and escort him to the pub.”
Tina took a gulp from the glass and said after placing it back on the coffee table in the middle of the sofas. “What makes you so sure he will come tonight, he’s lived the corporate life for all his life. What makes you think he’s going to want to stay and live on this side of the street.”
“Gut instinct,” Sandra replied.
The front door opened and in walked a group of five, three females and two males all of them looking and acting in a happy mood.
Abs called, “Hi Darla, Angel, Damieel. Oh hi Mike, Wayne, how’s things with you two.”
“Better,” replied Wayne as he took off his leather jacket and went to hang it up in the corridor that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. “Mike told his father about me and was pleasantly surprised weren’t you Mike.”
“Yeah, he’s ok with it as long as I don’t flaunt it around him, which I don’t as I spend more time at the South Central Sharks Home Base than I do at home. Thanks for the invite.”
“Hay your welcome man,” replied Tina smiling. “You still not signed on the dotted line then.”
“No, I’m waiting until I’m 18 in a couple of months before I make the jump. Let’s just say dad is not likely to understand my choice this time, but at the first Gathering following, Wayne is going to introduce me and then I am going to command for Basic Training when the Sharks has two more members in addition to me.”
Sandra looked at the pair and saw the love of partners in their eyes, she smiled at the fact two good friends were going to spend the rest of their lives together.
“You’ll enjoy the thirteen weeks, Basic Training is an adventure all of its own,” said Wayne.
“We should be heading to the pub now, remember Tom is also coming and we said we would meet him at the pub as well as a few others there,” said Paul standing up and heading for his bedroom so he could collect his jacket and shoulder holster rig.
Sandra, Abs and Tina all followed him so they too could collect their jackets and shoulder holster rigs from the other two bedrooms.
*****
Nick turned on to the road that ran in front of the house. The road was classified as a secondary road with a speed limit of 40mph, the main roads had a speed limit of 50mph but there was a lot of traffic lights which kept slowing the traffic as people and other roads joined and left. On both sides of the roads where single evenly spaced holes in the pavement from which grew either Sweet Fudam(Fu-dam) or Mardoshan(Mar-dosh-an) trees. The houses that lined the road on both sides looked the same as the one Nick had just left. Some had cars sat outside the garages, other homes had garden furniture on the front lawns, flowers in small beds around the edge of the lawns. His home had nothing like that as he had only arrived ten months earlier from Ne-U-Bar.
He had enjoyed the time he had spent in Ne-U-Bar especially the time he had spent with Uthura learning the combat form of Lappellr, that and the training he had had from Cubbadar and Sensei Hume meant that at could survive fights and hand the attackers their arses rather than have them hand him his. It would have come as a shock to all of the bullies in the school that he was more than capable of handling more than one attacker at once. He also understood it would not look very good if he had broken some bones, as the school thought the sun shone out of the footbaal team’s arses. This was due massively to the time he had spent with Wong-Ma and Jum-Fu in Teabban. That period in his life was the best, those two had been brilliant friends and the training Sensei Hume had given them had given Nick a founding in not only the martial arts but the world of street fighting. Nick fought the honourable combat; one on one, no holds barred street fighting, that’s until more than one fighter gets involved, then the velvet gloves Nick would have been fighting in would come off and god help the attackers. Nibs knew that he was more than capable of ramming his fist right through a human, but he controlled his massive strength through martial arts discipline. Nick had also noticed that his hearing, sight and smell were improving. He was capable to seeing detail in things at a far greater distance than anyone else, and he was defiantly reacting faster than nearly everyone including some professional Street Ghosts and they had modifications like wired reflexes.
As he walked up the road to the bus stop he carried his jacket, smiling as he walked, as the sun was warm and the sky was a light blue, off to the east the sky was getting a little darker as evening drew on. As he reached the bus-stop at the end of the road as it joined another secondary road that he walked along everyday he had attended school here in Suraban. Waiting at the bus-stop were two women. The bus-stop was one that had had a cover and a three line information board hanging from the roof. he looked up at the sign which was indicating the arrival times for the next three buses. After looking down the list, the last item displayed was the bus he wanted which would take him to South Central 6 Plaza bus station. The arrival time indicated it was due in five minutes. ‘I think tonight will be a fun, and who knows,’ a subtle smile growing on his lips. he watched the two women standing in front of him. He saw that they both looked like they had just finished work for the week and were looking forward to the weekend off. The second one in the queue saw the bus she wanted and moved out from under the shelter so she could stick her hand out and let the driver know he had a pick up to make. The bus slowed and stopped right in front of the woman. The doors opened allowing her on, she paid the bus driver the cost of the ticket she needed and the door hissed closed. A couple of minutes later Nick saw the single decker bus he wanted. He too moved from under the shelter and stuck his right hand out.
The driver slowed and stopped the bus almost in front of him. The doors hissed open to allow both Nick and a second man on, which had arrived just as the bus slowed.
Nick dropped the two decks for the ticket into the hopper, the machine then buzzed and the ticket appeared out of the machine. He took the ticket, after it was printed, and moved down the bus to a free pair of seats where he sat to look out of the window. The bus was one of the standard designs with 54 seats, space for 12 people to stand or six people standing and two wheel chairs. The inside of the bus was painted the same colour as the outside, a light midnight blue, on the curve of the roof coming down to meet the windows was various posters advertising local shops, services and special offers the bus company had on offer. Nick took out his digital player’s wireless headphones and stuck one into each ear, the player followed and he pressed the play button, then pressed the forward button until 'To Lovers Heaven Giths Go' by Dark Legion. Nick knew that he would have to go and see Dark Legion play, he had never been to a MegaBand Gig, and Dark Legion is one of those, one of the biggest MegaBands. At the front of the bus on the boarding behind the driver was the route the bus took. Nick looked at the route and counted the number of stops before the bus-station and saw that he had 25 stops as the bus first went north and at the border of North Central District it turned south and the stop Nick wanted was South Central Six Plaza Bus-station.
As the bus headed on its route he looked out of the window at the houses, office blocks, and the various corporate run shops and boutiques. He thought, ‘Was this night and party the start of a new page in his life. Will I be in control of my life or will things over take me. Who knows, but I bet it will be fun finding out.’
*****
In a darkened alley near the bus-station exit stood Tina and Abs. They both were waiting for the bus carrying Nick to arrive. Abs looked at her mobile and saw the time was 07.30AN. After putting it away she dropped her Coltanar 2-6 Machine Pistol and checked the magazine and the breech. “It should be here soon.”
“Good.” Tina was making a point of having her jacket open slightly and the bulge under her arm of the shoulder holster rig as very obvious to those who looked at the pair.
As the bus that came from Central Main bus-station turned into the entrance Tina said, “There it is.” Tina closely looked at the bus and saw Nick was standing near the front waiting for the bus to stop. Tina closed the zip a bit more and shifted her Theaban 44 Heavy Automatic so it was less obvious. Tina smiled at her life partner Abs as she watched the passengers exit the bus station.
*****
As the bus approached South Central 6 Plaza bus-station Nick stood, pressing the bell to indicate someone wanted to get off at the next stop. Nick said, “Thanks mate,” to the bus driver as he was the last to leave the bus and the driver closed the door pulling away heading for the exit and its next stop. He took out his PDU and checked the map Sandra, the friend who had invited him to the party a couple of weeks earlier, had sent him in an email reminding him of the party. She was known as a Gangrel in school as she wore black or dark coloured clothes and lighter than normal makeup with contrasting dark and rich colours, mainly reds, blues and violets. This surprised him as around the rest of the world he had seen people who dressed in the same way and they called themselves Giths.
Nick pressed the stop button on his Digital Player and removed the earphones as he walked out of the passenger exit of the bus station and turned down 76th Street. The street was lined with small shops belonging to small companies and sole traders trying to survive against the massive buying and selling power of the MegaCorporations. Every so often the shop frontage was boarded up against squatters and the like. The road and payment on both sides of the street were dirty, unkempt, sticking up through the tarmac and in places slabs were various trees. From what he could see Attarbar(At-tar-bar), Common Brattiss(Brat-tiss) and Zurbark(Zur-a-bark) Oaks where most numerous. The pavement and road itself was filled with pot holes and broken tarmac. A couple of old beat up cars drove past him heading down the road to the main street that ran at forty five degrees to 76th street. More old and beat up cars were parked on the side of the roads, some had people leaning up against them. He guessed that the people were selling some form of illegal drug or black market items. The contrast between the two Districts hit Nick hard, he had seen slums in other cities, but never this close to main governmental districts. The bus ride running down from the north of Central nearly the entire ride was through Corporate Enclaves. As the bus approached the borders the difference in the condition of the housing, apartment blocks and tenement buildings slowly changed from being pristine on the enclaves to more run down and dilapidated.
As he walked down the road towards the main road he neither looked at the people or did he spend time wondering about them. His senses were at a very much heightened as he wanted to be able to react to a threat before that threat became a problem. His plan should it happen would be to stop and face the problem and effectively stare the person down, using his clenched fists as a signal that he was ready to fight.
Tina looked at how Nick held himself, thinking, ‘I wonder about Nick’s upbringing. He looks like he knows how to fight. Interesting. I wonder what else we don’t know about you Nick. I think Sandra’s idea of inviting you to join may pan out better than we initially thought.’
Two hundred yards from the exit he bumped into two girls he had seen hanging around with Paul and Sandra. Nick looked at the pair seeing that the left one was wearing black baggies and a t-shirt with a wolf’s head and the words Gangrel Street Gang. Over the top was a leather jacket, the zip was just over a third of the way closed. Her face was oval in shape but she had friendly eyes hazel eyes and a pleasant smile, her hair was shoulder length and brown. She said, “Hi, I’m Tina and this is Abs. Sandra asked us to meet you as she is waiting for a couple of other people to arrive at the pub.” Nick heard a male sounding voice, not a female one as would the clothes and the pair of breasts would indicate.
Abs was wearing a similar pair of baggies, a Dark Legion top and like Tina a leather jacket except Abs had two buttons done up. Her hair was matt black and platted all the way to her waist. They were both wearing a similar style pouches on their left hips.
As the three walked, Nick looked a little more closely at the pair and even though they both were wearing leather jackets he swore they both had budges just under their left arm pits and the right hand side had similar lumps.
*****
After walking and small talking with the pair they arrived at a set of stairs leading down to the basement of an old tenement block built of bricks and mortar. The window frames were of the new materials toughened environment resistant plastic; which meant in most people’s books, it was good at keeping out the weather, but utterly crap at keeping out bullets and shrapnel from grenades and similar. The block still had all its windows intact and looked as if it was being looked after by the inhabitants as the front door, which was up two steps, had a fresh coat of paint on and the walls were white washed. And the railings that protected the steps down also had a fresh coat of paint and looked newish compared to the rest of the metal work in the area.
“Here we are,” said Tina turning down the steps heading into the basement of a tenement block.
Nick then Abs followed Tina down the ten concrete steps which led to the front door of the pub. The door was painted red and had small windows each side. Tina opened the door, and stepped inside. Inside she held the door open for both Nick and Abs to enter.
Upon entering Nick saw Sandra and Paul sitting at one of the tables along with eight more people, some he had seen hanging around with the Paul and Sandra. The walls of the main tap room were lined with what looked like Oraka panels, but, from the neighbourhood, it was likely fake or laminated. The rest of the fixtures, which were made from natural wood, turned it from an underground bar into an old style pub of the mid 1900AM(After Meteorite). The rest of the cliental looked like good people. Most of them kept to themselves quietly chatting away about life, loves and work.
The three walked towards the bar where Nick ordered a pint a Caferras; an alcoholic drink that originated from the country of Eban. Tina and Abs then ordered a pint of Cabilla, each. Standing at the bar Nick watched the barman pour the three drinks. He looked happy to be working behind the bar serving customers. Nick thought he knew why, and from the way the people, who used the bar, looked it wasn’t the normal one of ‘At least I have a job and an earning a little money’ it was one more of general happiness at being there, making sure friends and the customers had a good service.
The barman placed Nick’s Caferras on the bar asking, “Three decks, please?”
Nick handed the barman three deck coins, picked up the glass turning to face the group he was meeting before going to the main party. They where sat a few feet away in the middle of the main Taproom.
He saw Tom sitting with the friends from school. He was happy at the fact Tom had come as he knew from stories he had overheard Tom had been the main target for the bullies since they had arrived at the school two years earlier. Tom wasn’t big in size, but Nick knew Tom had an intellect that few people realised he had.
Tom looked up smiling, at the fact Nick had been able to find the bar and had made it in one piece, from taking a mouthful of lager and called, “Hey Nick.”
Nick approached the group carrying his glass, he looked around and saw a spare wooden chair under an empty table near by and grabbed it. He moved the chair so it was close to the group, sitting down after a couple of the people had made room in the circle. Nick placed the glass down on the table turning to face Tom. “Hi Tom, good to see you here. At least I’m not the only person out of place here. Anyway I thought you weren’t going to make it?”
“No. I put my foot down and walked out. I needed a party to celebrate the last exam and not having to go back after I give the books I borrowed back, which I’ll do on Moroth.”
Paul looked at where Nick was sitting saying, “Hello Nick, it’s good to see you made the party.”
“Yeah hi Nicki.” Sandra turned smiling, with both her mouth and eyes, to look at Nick, saying when Tina and Abs when they had approached carrying their glasses of Cabilla, “Oh hi you two.”
Nick heard Sandra say, ‘Nicki’, but decided to make nothing of it, shrugging his shoulders. He then took the glass and took a mouthful and ending up with a white line of the froth across the top of his mouth, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.
“Hi Sandra,” both Abs and Tina responded and also joined Nick in grabbing two chairs and sitting down.
*****
Chapter 2 — Home Base
After a few drinks had been bought and consumed. Paul stood saying to the group, “Shall we head back to Home Base.”
Sandra looked at Nick as he stood, placing the chair back from where she had taken it from. ‘Nicki, I so want this weekend to be special, for you to embrace the other side of your personality, and also join us the Bitch Vixens Gangrel Street Gang unit.’
Paul led the group which consisted of Nick, Abs, Tina, Sandra, Paul, Tom, Nancy, and Jonathan out the back way and down the back alleyways.
Nick knew South Central was classified as a habitable district by the city council, but the look of the place he knew the real truth, it was a slum, and also understood why. The City or Surra’s government didn’t have the funds to do anything about changing that classification. Looking around at the state of the alleys and backstreets they were walking through, he began to wonder about the entire corporation and governmental system and the fact it only seemed to serve the rich and in some places those in employment and not those out of work with little hope of getting a job.
Most of dumpsters and wheelie bins were overflowing with rubbish. Even though by this time the light was fading and would be gone in an hour, he saw the small damp spots in the darkened corners. Paul was still leading the group as they crossed a local small piece of parkland, in which was a few beat up old swings and a slide. Along the north and west side was a line of Silver Deiridine(Der-a-dine) trees.
The conversation mixed with laughter was about school, life and those who deserved a good beating. The walk took fifteen minutes. He and Tom were walking just behind Jonathan, who Nick took a very close look at his back and just under the armpits. He saw two lumps just under the arm pits. As he looked at his back he recognized a shoulder holster setup from the outline he could see under a tightish leather jacket. He then knew that at least three and more than likely all the Gangrels where armed with at least pistols and more than likely combat knives. He also began to wonder, ‘What if the Gangrels aren’t just the name they use to make them stand out from the rest, I wonder if the Gangrel. Hang on, what was written above the wolf’s head, Gangrel Street Gang. Bloody Hell, why the fuck didn’t I guess before. All the Gangrels at school are members, they must be. If they belong to a gang, then they also belong to the Gith Community as well. Idiot.’
Paul led the group out of a footpath that linked the parkland with a minor road on which was the Paul and Sandra’s home. Nick looked both ways and saw the street, more like a dirt track than an actual road, as in places the tarmac had gone and the ground showed through and in other places was potholes. The houses were all single storey affairs with cross ways white facia boarding. A lot of the houses had broken windows or they had been boarded up. Some had an underground garage. Some had attic windows, which normally meant they had attic rooms. A few even looked burnt out. The areas between the houses and the pavements, had lots of rubbish and items which could be recycled if people had the skills to do so. On some the larger items had been arranged to construct makeshift fortifications that he thought the local children played around. He turned with the group and walked down the road towards the house.
He then saw the house was similar to the rest except that it was painted red and the area in front of the house was totally covered in concrete. Sticking out from the main house was an extension with a window, a long curtained window ran down the side of the house a few feet from the wall was the fence line with the neighbouring house. In front of the house and extension were a couple of motorbikes standing on their main stands, both of them had bit’s of their engines missing which was strewn around the bikes. Also stood on the concrete was an old four door family car, both the rear doors were missing as was the bonnet, which was stood up against the front of a house. Its tyres were stood in a stack between the car and the house. He saw a window that ran from the corner to the extension, which allowed light into the basement.
Paul turned down the driveway which headed down and was between the two wings, the left hand wing was larger than the right hand one. As he turned the corner and saw ten various motorbikes and motor-trikes, sat outside the closed garage doors. Paul headed for some steps up to a small veranda in front of the front door.
As Sandra was behind him and Tom, he stepped to left hand side and Tom stopped to allow Sandra up the steps before them. She stopped at the top and turned to look at Nick and Tom as they came up the steps.
Tom moved to follow Sandra up the steps first. Stepping around her at the top of the steps Nick stood at the bottom for a couple of seconds to look at the various motorbikes, wishing he was 18 now, and climbed the steps. He saw Sandra waiting in front of the door in.
As he reached the veranda Sandra asked, “Why are you here Nicki?”
He stopped in front of her, she had her head cocked to one size as if she were sizing him up. “It’s better than being at home waiting to be told to pack again and I’ve just finished my exams today. Come on, you invited me Sandra. Don’t you remember the email you sent concerning the party and earlier this week yours and Paul’s personal invite a couple of weeks ago.”
“Yeah I do remember. I am surprised you came, as you didn’t strike me as the type to enjoy all night parties.”
“I do sometimes, but I have to know the people who are going or organising it.”
Sandra turned and led him into the house. The open front door looked onto the living room-cum-open-plan kitchen. All the walls were a light red with indigo borders and doors, on the floor was a rich purple carpet. Along the back wall was an open fire place with a good sized fire burning and a large screen which had patterns that changed in time with the music which was playing from hidden speakers. The kitchen was split into one section with the washing-up sink in a large alcove to the left of the front door, the other section with the cooker and microwave was straight ahead of the door. Sticking out from the wall opposite the front door was a breakfast bar with a few seats tucked under it. Just round the corner from the front door was another door which he guessed might lead to the bedrooms. As he walked in, he smelt the three different incense sticks were being burnt. Candles in holders were burning, and gave the room a really relaxed atmosphere. As he breathe in the smells and the air inside the house he did begin to relax.
Already present were fifteen people most he hadn’t seen around the school, but they all were wearing the same type of clothes as Paul, Sandra and the others, all of them sitting on cushions, bean bags, or low-backed comfy armchairs and sofas. The addition of the new arrivals the living room was about full with out having space issues. The only two not dressed in traditional Gith clothing were Tom and himself. Tom was dressed in dark blue jeans and a red T-shirt. Paul took Nick’s, Sandra’s jacket and shoulder holster rig. He turned, and headed for the other door, he disappeared through it.
Sandra walked to the kitchenette, where the sink was, and got herself an open bottle of Cabilla from the fridge and two glasses from the draining board beside the sink. After she had poured out two glasses she put the bottle back in the fridge. She placed the two glasses down on the breakfast bar, pulling a stool out and sitting down.
Nick moved to stand on the living room side of the bar taking a mouthful of Cabilla after Sandra had passed him his, his improved hearing easily hearing the various conversations. He picked out Tom’s conversation and it sounded like he was enjoying him self. Nick took a second mouthful of Cabilla, a drink he liked. He watched Sandra thinking, ‘Are you the one person everyone looks for, the perfect match. I think I now understand what my life has been leading to. You know nothing about me and yet I feel as if you know me.’ The feeling of warmth and friendship he was feeling coming from the whole room was like nothing he had every felt before. The closest feeling he could remember was the friendship he had had with Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma all those years ago. ‘I hope those two still want to be friends.’ He hit himself internally. ‘Why didn’t I keep in contact with my friends.’
Sandra opened the pouch on her left hand side removing from it a small patar, lighter and a two once tin. The smell from the tin after Sandra had opened it was pleasant, not unlike one of the smells in the room. Sandra took a small amount of the dried green plant it contained, tearing it up before placing it in the large open end of the patar. She then took the lighter lighting it and placing the small end against her lips. She drew air through the pipe which drew the flame from the lighter into the bowl of the pipe. Sandra sucked the air through the pipe for a couple of seconds, she then held her breath, exhaling slowly.
“Yeah, I take people as I see them, not what they look like. And in both of you I see people who are loyal to their views on life. I know how you came to be at the school. Your family died in a terrorist explosion three years ago, the compensation award to you by the company for not protecting the health and safety of their contractors included schooling until the end of college.” He looked at the patar and saw the top of the large bowl was covered in white ash. Sandra took the patar back and took a second inhale and like before she held her breath, exhaling slowly, Sandra looked into the bowl and tapped the patar against her lighter.
Sandra took another draw on the patar and again held her breath. After a few seconds she exhaled a stream of smoke into the air above her.
“How come you know that?” Paul asked, “And that’s bullshit, it weren’t a terrorist attack, we’ll tell you at some point what we were told happened by friends of our parents.”
Nick turned facing Paul who was sat of the arm of the closest sofa. “I did some research into the two of you. A little background news archive research, and what I told you is all I know, but I don’t care about that. I see in both of you a loyalty to people who you call friends, and over the last nine months I’ve grown to respect the both of you in many ways.” Nick took his glass and took a mouthful, continuing after swallowing the liquid. “Even though you were almost never in school, the times you were you showed Tom and I respect and what I counted as friendship. Especially you, Paul, when you put that little twerp tight-end on the floor for giving me a dead arm.”
The gent sat beside Paul turned and offered a cigarette like object to Paul along with a lighter. Paul accepted it, then placed it in his mouth and lit it. When he had exhaled the smoke taken from the draw, he said, “That was nothing Nick. The twat deserved it; he had hit upon Abs and Sandra and had become a nuisance to both of them as well.”
Nick turned back to face Sandra. “And you Sandra, when I look at you I see friendly eyes and you always wear a smile when you see me.”
“Thank you Nicki. Oh, was it you that emailed me and Paul the notes from the lectures we missed?” she asked with a quizzical look on her face.
He heard the name Nicki again and without knowing what the other names were, he assumed it was aimed at him. ‘Ok, that’s twice. How would you know that’s the name I use when dressing. I never chatted to a real girl called Sandra in the Young Transgendered chat rooms I use.’
“Yes it was.” He looked away feeling his cheeks turning were heating up.
“Thank you Nicki.”
“Ok, what’s this with Nicki?” As that was the third time Nick had heard ‘Nicki’. Now Nick just wanted to find out why?
“Sorry, the first time I saw you walking to the far table in the canteen I saw someone who was down, but not the normal down of school life or the bullying you were getting. Let me explain. I watch people and being a Gangrel my vision is honed to quite a degree. In you I saw the muscle tone of a warrior, possibly a street fighter, and sometimes I am able discern what sex the person should be. Yours I very definitely can, it shows as female. Don’t you remember both me and Paul came and sat with you?”
“Yeah I do.”
“As members of the Gangrel Street Gang we are taught to see, the way you sat and held yourself confirmed it for me. Being new to the school, most men would be out trying to make friends, some girls sit defensively and make friends when other people approach. You acted very defensively towards us and when we sat with you for the first few times.”
“Yeah. I did. I think both me and Tom are a bit out of place here.”
“Yeah I know. The two girls Tina and Abs — we sent them to meet you so you would make it to the party without running afoul of the locals,” Paul said, after knocking the ash from the end of the cigarette passing it on to the woman sat in the arm chair proper.
Both the girls smiled as they were stood at the end of the breakfast bar. Both moved and gave him a hug and a quick kiss. He just felt his cheeks going red again as he wasn’t use to being hugged or the closeness the people at the party seemed to have with each other.
Paul then stood up and walked to the fridge, opened it, he took out a can of lager it fizzed as he opened it. When he had taken a swig he asked, “Can I ask you something Nick? Tom, I know why you are here, you love a good party.”
At this Tom smiled and continued to drink from a can of lager and chat to Wayne.
“Yeah, ask away,” taking a mouthful of Cabilla, the glass was about two thirds full. Nick placed the glass back on the breakfast bar turning to face Paul as he did.
“I guess you aren’t too happy with your life of constant moving from place to place. Am I right in this?” Paul enquired. “How long before your next move?”
Nick read Paul’s face and felt as if he should tell the truth as he and Sandra seemed to want to know what Nick felt. ‘What the hell is happening to me. Paul’s question was out of interest not out of checking me out for some reason.’
“A few weeks, maybe a month tops. Yeah you’re right, I do wish my family would just settle down someplace and give me a normal life.”
“Have you ever thought of doing a bunk and disappearing?” asked Sandra. She took a draw on the pipe and again after holding it for a few seconds exhaled the blue tinted smoke.
“No, I’ve not had friends who would take me in to allow me that chance, plus it would hurt my family.”
“It’s time for you to think about you Nick,” Paul responded in a matter of fact tone to Nick’s statement. “You will be going off to college in a couple of months anyway, they know that?”
“True,” Nick said, and after a pause, Sandra passed him the pipe reloaded, with fresh dried plant taken from her tin and a lighter. “What do I do with this Sandra?”
“Smoke it. Stick the end with the small hole against your lips, hold the flame end over the bowl, light the lighter, and suck,” replied Sandra in a sarcastic tone. Nick heard a chuckle from the people that had heard the question.
Nick placed the small end against his lips and sparked the flint which lit the lighter. He then drew air through the pipe. The smoke from the burning dried plant burnt his throat as it went down into his lungs, this caused the involuntary response of a bout of hard coughing as he brought mucus from the wind pipe into his throat to cool the burnt area. The coughing lasted for a good thirty seconds and even then he could still feel the tenderness of the area. When he had finished coughing, the chemicals that had been absorbed into his blood began to take effect and he felt himself relaxing even more than the environment had relaxed him when he had walked in. As he relaxed he began to hear the music and smelt the smells from the various incense sticks being burnt. The music being played was excellent, slowly a smile of contentedness spread across his face.
Sandra asked, “Do you want to stay in this city?”
“Given the chance, no. But I am not going to be able to go to the city I would want to live in.”
“Which is?”
“Theaban, the capital of Jarrzar. I had a couple of very good friends there.”
“Ok. This isn’t Jarrzar but I have grown to really like you over the few times I’ve been with you. Paul, Tina and Abs have all said yes to you living here if you want.”
“You serious?” he responded looking at Sandra in I’m not hearing this, ‘Your giving me the chance to disappear, why?’
“Very. I’ve never been more serious,” replied Sandra.
“Do you want to fit in here, Nick?” asked Paul.
“Maybe. Well yes, if it’s possible.” He looked at Paul and saw a few of the people beyond were looking happy at something. Tom’s face was one of go for it man, you deserve it.
“I guess you are worrying about things like clothes, yes?” asked Paul.
He nodded his head.
“Don’t worry about things like that. We plan ahead. We have to.”
Sandra picked up the two glasses of Cabilla moving from behind the breakfast bar, leading Nick to a couple of empty bean bags. She then sat down with her legs out-stretched, placing the two glasses on the raised area that surrounded the fireplace.
Nick took a long draw from the pipe and, for a second time, spent twenty seconds coughing.
At this everyone in the room laughed and said at the same time “Welcome to the land of the stoned.”
Nick began to feel very light headed, everything started to spin. The next thing Nick realised he was sitting in the lap of Sandra. He could feel her hand slowly stroking his bare arm in a seductive manor.
She brought her head close to his ear whispering, “Don’t be startled and please hear me out.”
Nick smelt the fragrance Sandra was wearing. ‘I know that smell, where from.’ Nick thought about what Sandra had just said and nodded, ‘Yes. Ok’.
Sandra continued, “I know about what you do in your spare time. The cross-dressing and all that.”
His eyes opened widely. “Hey! How?” he whispered back somewhat angrily.
“You are not the only one who does research into people. I’ve been watching you for a few months. We in the Gangrels invite members to join rather than accept just anyone as most people couldn’t live up to our standards. I’ve also broken into your place and found the clothes.”
“Shit, why didn’t I upgrade the security at home?”
“What?” Sandra asked in a tone that said, ‘I’m interested in knowing the reason behind that reply.’
“I’m a freelance security expert, I break into people’s houses and test the security and, if the owners want an upgrade, I upgrade it so most thieves can’t break in.”
“Ah...” Nick heard Sandra’s voice raise as something clicked. “I see. You see Tina?”
He nodded yes.
“She is a full-time cross dresser and you know how good she is at Electronics; she made our bike communication system and it’s also used by seven other Gangrel Street Gang units. Come with me and say goodbye to Nick.”
“Ok. I think I can see where this is going, and you don’t mind?” Nick said in a questioning manner
“No, to be honest I have fallen in love with you, and it’s not your male ego either.” Sandra responded wearing the smile Nick loved so much. “Come with me.”
Nick stood up and helped Sandra to her feet. He then followed Sandra as she moved around the outside of the main seating area towards the door that led to the bedrooms.
Paul looked at the two as they headed for Sandra’s room. He smiled, and thought ‘Welcome to the Gangrels Nick.’
*****
Chapter 3 - Neighbourhoods
The corridor was a good thirty feet long and five feet wide. From the corridor were three closed doors and one open one, which led to the bathroom. Just behind the door hanging from the wall was a coat rack with the various jackets and shoulder holster rigs of the guests on. On the floor was a thin blue carpet, the walls were the same colour as the living room and had low wattage bulbs in the light fixtures.
Sandra led Nick to her bedroom, where she grabbed her leather jacket a second one and her shoulder holster rig from some hangers behind the door. The spare jacket she handed Nick was a standard leather jacket that just covered the torso from the waist up, on the back was a similar Wolf’s head motif as Tina was wearing. “You had better wear this. We’ve taking my bike. I want to show you the city after dark on this side of the street, where life truly is.”
“Ok.” Nick looked at Sandra and was wearing a face he had forgotten about. It was the one that was interested in learning about the environment, the ups, the downs, where people went for what and everything else Nick could learn, Nick’s Street Ghost face.
The two of them walked back through the living room, where Sandra took down, from the shelf beside the front door, two small black boxes. Sandra with Nick following walked into the early evening proper. The sun was now gone, but in the west you could see the redness of the evening. The redness faded to a mid blue and then it gradually faded to black which ran from about the middle of the sky. Sandra walked to where her bike was parked under the veranda. Nick stood at the bottom of the steps staring in shock, at the size of it, as she wheeled it out and propped it on the second stand. The light above the garage door provided enough light for Nick to see the bike was clean and looked well maintained. She handed Nick one of the small black boxes out of which came two wires, one was attached to a piece of material the second length of wire was attached to an ear piece. “Our communication system, put this on and we’ll be able to chat as we are driving.”
“Ok,” responded Nick smiling. Nick clipped the black box to his trousers, placing the earpiece in his ear. He then watched Sandra put hers on and copied the location for the material band. Nick felt the small piece of technology was sown into the middle of the band rest against his Adams apple the his voice box.
“Place the tech against your voice box, you only need to make the voice box vibrate, the technology in the material picks up the vibration and the box transmits it to all people on the frequency in the 3-mile range. The earpiece removes the air from your ear channel and then via the piece behind your ear vibrates the responses to the bones of your middle ear.”
He heard Sandra’s voice over the earpiece say, “Do you hear me ok?”
Rather than talking normally, he kept his mouth closed and forced the voice box to vibrate as if he was speaking. “Yeah, do you hear me?”
“Yeah, I do.” Nibs smiled at the affirmation.
Nick watched Sandra who stood the Wazz-Uki 1000 up off its side stand and swung her leg over so she could sit on the bike. She flicked out the kick start, which was located on the right hand side, out. She semi stood and forced the kick start down hard. As the engine caught Sandra operated the throttle a little. She then let the engine drop to a gentle purr. She turned and patted the seat behind her.
As she throttled he heard the engine, even with his relatively limited knowledge of motorbikes, the engine sounded well looked after. He walked towards the motorbike putting the jacket on as he did. He swung his leg over the passenger’s seat sitting behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held on.
Sandra switched the lights on, pulled the clutch, dropped the gears into first, throttled up, releasing the clutch as she increased the throttle. The clutch caught and the engine sound dropped as it started to pull at the back brake. Sandra released the brake and pulled the bike up and out of the darkening driveway. At the end of the driveway, Sandra turned left onto the minor street.
Sandra drove down the short distance between the driveway and the main road that ran from Richmond Park District and West Central District. At the junction Sandra turned the bike west and headed towards the western end of Central District.
*****
Sandra drove down the street at 40 miles per hour allowing Nick the chance to look around and see what life was like for the lower and underclass of society. As he looked at the street he saw that this main road was very similar to 76th street, except there were no drug dealers. Instead he saw both male and female street walkers touting for business from the passing cars belonging to the better offs, or those locals who had some money as they headed for the night clubs and parties. Nick saw a pair of girls climb into the back of a saloon car. Nick could hear the trendy popular songs that most of the commercial radio stations played, being played over one hundred feet away, and it got louder as they approached. It indicated and suddenly pulled out in front of Sandra which caused her to brake and swerve around him. She hit the horn and stared at the driver who looked back and looked like he was laughing. Nick wasn’t sure if he was laughing at Sandra’s reaction or something that had been said in the car.
He looked at both sides of the streets up the side roads. The buildings were run down only, only one in six maybe seven looked as if was being looked after by the landlords or the inhabitants, maybe both. Even on the side streets that joined the main road, it looked very much the same. The pavements and roads were broken up or in the process of breaking up, had potholes in or the tarmac was worn way and the surface beneath was visible. Down some he saw CSP(Corporate Security Checkpoints) which normally indicated the borders of an enclave either belonging to a specific corporation or the corporation his mum and dad worked for. These sights and what he had seen as he arrived disgusted him, he began to recall what his friend, the Street Ghost, Uhura had told and showed him on a few occasions. ‘The corporations have a lot to answer for.’ His thoughts went back to the conversation he had had with his father when they were living in Jarrzar and the chat with Wong-Ma’s father about Capitalism and the ‘corporate way’. He was beginning to see both of the concepts and theories as being fundamentally wrong. Looking at the corners as Sandra drove past, showed people down on their luck, street walkers, or the homeless not those who didn’t want to work, but people who the corporations didn’t need. They would work if given the chance, but they wouldn’t care about the ethics of the companies or corporations, just to get a little money to support themselves. Other corners had groups of youths milling about looking for something to do, or watching for other gangs to attempt to transgress the borders. Eighty percent of the shops on the main road were either burnt out, had the fronts covered by heavy wooden sheets or metal grills.
Nick heard, over the earpiece, Sandra’s voice, “This is the real city, the corporations have priced 90% of the small independently owned local shops out of business. The only place people can buy anything are corporate-run Malls and mega-stores, where most of the stuff is over priced and not of good quality.”
As she was saying this she drove past a large, brightly lit open plot. On the far side was a massive building, easily three stories the large sign that took up the top two floors in the centre said, ‘Rotanna HyperStore’.
“I never knew about this.” Nick realized, ‘Maybe Sandra was right. Maybe he was a warrior, a warrior for the people not the MegaCorporations he would have likely joined if he had not been offered this chance.’
*****
Fifteen minutes after leaving the house, Sandra slowed and stopped the bike. She then kicked down the kick stand climbing off after Nick had. They both walked towards the edge of an old quarry workings drop. He stopped and stood next to Sandra looking out over the site.
In front of him was a large site with tall chimneys, large buildings and large covered tanks, that probably contained some form of chemical. The chimneys were spewing smoke and all the buildings and tanks were lit up by powerful lights. His improved vision was picking out the various vehicles that were driving on the roads inside the compound, vapours coming from joins in the various pipes that ran all over the site. Surround the site was an eight feet high wall topped by barb wire facing out over the pavement. He looked at the towers that jutted out from the wall, each one looked as if they were for watching the inside of the walls. He knew that was to get around the laws that indicated anyone outside the grounds was under the judistiction of the city government. The convex mirrors and the two guards watching the city side of the wall proved how this corporation was getting around that World Government law.
He settled his vision on one of the guard towers seeing the inside, he saw that most of the towers had at least three guards. Placed on a weapons rack, hung on the wall was five assault grade weapons. Each tower was equipped with ten high powered lights that shone towards the floor and out from the tower.
“What is this place?” he asked.
“This place was bought by the corporation your father and mother works for and is the site where my mum and dad died. The previous owners in the upper management kept the budget to be spent on Health and Safety signs and warnings and general inspections, far lower than other companies spent, to increase the bottom line. They knew to run the correct Health and Safety procedures on all their sites would slash the profits by a third.”
Nick heard the ‘slash the profits by a third’ and stared at Sandra. “You are kidding.”
Sandra shock her head and Nick read the face and it to said, ‘no’. “In the end most days it was a miracle an accident didn’t happen. One day one did happen; a large stack of 25 gallon drums, which was far higher than was correct for the chemical the barrels contained should have been. The drums contained a bio-hazardous chemical. The stack collapsed and crushed the cab on the truck my dad was driving. The resulting spill as the drums spilt and tops flew off, also killed mum. She was the first on the scene and the signs that should have been visible weren’t. It was found out later than none existed at all on the entire sight, none of the drums had signs others were even mis-labelled. From what we were told by Echo Tech Security Investigations, neither would have suffered the fumes alone did most damage to the first eight on site. As all of them died within thirty seconds. Then the first corporate rescue services arrived and they had the correct breathing appartatus. Did you hear about the Maplar Chemical spill three years ago.”
“Yes, from what I remember Digital System News went massive on the whole tradagey and because of this the corporation was forced to settle big time.”
“Yeah, big time. To the high profile management maybe, not to us the mear contractors families. The corporation apologized and paid a pittance to us, and if it weren’t for Echo Legal Support Trust paying the legal bills we probably wouldn’t have gotten that. They then sold the entire site to Ebbsu and made over four million on the sale. They did offer to school us both and pay for our college, but we weren’t looking for that. We needed a lump sum to make sure that we were supported. The biggest advantage was that mum and dad owned the house outright, so we weren’t homeless after the accident.”
Nick knelt down and placed his hands around the sides of his face and rested his elbows on his knees. He had heard what Sandra had said, and began to wonder what Timaus had meant when he said, ‘The Echo Trusts are what make the difference to the people outside the umbrella.’ ‘If Echo Legal Support Trust paid for the legal costs. Hang on what did I hear, ‘All Corporations had dirty hands except C.Industries hands are dirty cleaning up the other corporations messes.’ I know C.Industries is under the Echo Tech Umbrella, and if. Bloody hell! Now I understand.’
“Back on the bike. We have a three more places to visit. The next one is one of the few public hospitals run by the government left in the city.”
*****
The route Sandra took to the hospital, which was located south of the factory complex, took only ten minutes, but it ran through one of the many true slum areas of South Central. Here like before Nick saw the same, rundown apartment blocks, tenement buildings and open areas waiting for some corporation to buy the land and put a new enclave or business park on it. As Sandra drove past one of the few Free Fire Zones which operated in or on the borders of the district. Nick saw the areas of battle damage to the houses and the large expanses of waste land or rubblized buildings. In these areas Nick knew from watching the various news programs that law and order was in the hands of either the local gangs or strong men and small groups of well armed thugs.
Sandra slowed and turned into the small car-park outside the Emergency and Casualty entrance. She stopped the bike in one of the bays for bikes. Both Nick and her climbed off and walked in through the open double doors. The inner set were closed and Sandra pushed the middle and opened the two so she could walk into the waiting room. Once through the door she was accosted by a young boy who slipped past Sandra and out through the closing double doors.
Nick noticed that he looked ill, but he still had a smile on his face when he saw Sandra. His checked shirt was faded and the trousers he was wearing was torn in places and patched in others.
Sandra turned to face Nick. “I volunteer along with the most of the people at the party, and I know most of the regulars in here personally as I also home visit. The problem this and the other public hospitals have is that the corporations price the drugs at the point that if you don’t have medical insurance you don’t get the treatments. David, the young one we saw when we walked in suffers from lukaria, and his parents can’t really afford the drugs and treatments he needs, but they do so by not eating for days at a time. Some days when I come here I’m surprised that he’s not gone.”
Nick stood to one side of the door and shook his head and looked around the waiting room, it was full to overflowing. He saw two doctors, five nurses and two orderlies, all had large bags under their eyes. The waiting room itself wasn’t exactly clean, but it wasn’t dirty either. On most of the seats were children or young mothers nursing babies and toddlers.
Sandra had moved and sat down on one of the only free red plastic seats. She began chatting with one mother who was holding a small baby, who was quietly crying.
“Don’t cry, what’s wrong?” Sandra asked in a comforting voice.
“My baby is sick. The doctor says he can’t do anything. They don’t have the necessary drugs to treat her, and I can’t afford to go to the any other hospital.”
Nick looked at the mother and saw in her face and the way she held her baby the love she had for the infant. Inside Nick’s stomach went very tight and his face changed from shock to one of anger for the Corporations generally. ‘Why price the drugs out of reach of the people.’ Nick turned and walked calmly out of the waiting room back into the night. He headed for one of the columns supporting the cover for the Emergency Entrance. He bent down leaning against the column and stared into the night sky, his face one of pure anger and hatred. ‘Timaus, Damien, I think I will be joining the ranks of the Street Ghosts. Creator help the Corporations when I have finished with them.’
*****
Sandra looked up from playing with the baby and looked around for Nick. She saw he had disappeared. She got up and wandered out the main door into the night. From the light produced by the four working fluorescence tubes and the light streaming from the entrance, she saw him leaning up against a column looking into the night’s sky the light being produced by the main moon. Sandra walked the short distance to where he was standing. “You ok?”
“No,” came Nick’s reply, “I’m actually very angry. Earlier today I remembered what my friends in Theaban showed me all those years ago, the corporate brainwashing the schools do had an effect on me. Until now that is. Does the girl know who the father is?” Nick stood up turning to face Sandra.
Sandra looked into a face of someone who had made up their mind, and The Creator help those who get in the way. “I wouldn’t have thought so. Most of the mothers are single mothers, and the fathers are corporate middle and upper management that want a bit on the side as well as a nice family life. Do you want to head back to the house hun? I think you’ve seen enough for one evening.”
“Thanks. Where were you going to take me next?” Sandra walked with Nick to where the bike was parked.
“Just to the tower, it’s a place where the street people go to be in a quiet place away from the busy street and survival. It’s where we watch the Corporations conduct business and to watch the world go by.”
“Let’s go there. Can I drive for a bit?”
“Yeah you can.” She handed Nick the keys and let Nick climb onto the driver’s position.
Nick slammed the kick start down and the engine caught. Nick let the engine settle into a purr.
Sandra climbed on behind him. “So can I take it you are going to stay on this side of the street with us Dirt Siders?”
Nick turned his head and smiled ‘Yes I am’ at Sandra. ‘I think I have found my partner and equal.’
*****
On the journey from the hospital to the Tower, Sandra directed Nick on a small tour of the city, so he could see the sights and places the Dirt Siders called home. To sites the corporations wanted, where hired in thugs and gangs, from other districts were told to empty, forcibly I need be, one, more than likely a few tenement and apartment blocks. The Corporate Security Forces providing a barrier between the angry locals and the thugs throwing the furniture from upper storey windows so that when the item landed it shatter or brake. Forcing the people to clear up the mess as the city security would arrest them for littering. Nick could see groups of twos and threes from Echo Security. They were powerless to help the people as the corporation had purchased the land from the city government, they just didn’t bother with the niceities of the housing laws; giving the occupants time to leave on their own. The following night after the contract was signed the Thugs moved in and started the clearance and put up the hoardings that would keep out the squatters.
“That’s the way the sites are left as empty vacant buildings for months, sometimes years. I’ve seen a couple of sites that have been owned by one Corporation lie empty for six years, and they still don’t look like it’s going to do anything to the site,” Sandra said over the communication system.
*****
He pulled up outside the Needle Dome Tower. The car park was full of disused and burnt out vehicles ranging from the massive seven trailer road train cabs to the small sub compacts. In places he could see the angles cars were at indicated they had been involved in explosions, probably from local gangs having turf battles. The lights would have illuminated the car-park no longer worked. Having had the lighting filaments stolen, busted or fail from useage long ago. His knowledge of the city told him that the Needle Dome Tower once upon a time was one of the main attractions of the City. The observation platform restaurant was world famous for its food. Then sixty years ago Echo Tower Suraban was constructed and opened by the world president. The floating restaurant became the place to be seen and people flocked to it, the Needle Dome tower lost it’s appeal. Then 40 years ago Suraban City Government closed it as it was costing a couple of million a year and they could not afford it.
Sandra climbed off and taking his hand she led him to a busted window pane near where the lobby finished and the offices that made up the first five floors started. Once they where inside the lobby, he saw a expansive area with four separate reception desks and above there were the signs of the last companies to use the office space in the dome. They found the only working lift to be at the bottom of the shaft, which nick guessed normally indicated no one was on the observation platform or the top of the dome. They travelled up to the top of the dome, walking out on to the surface. They walked to where the dome started to go down and became dangerous. The entire dome was made from galvanised Setadar panels welded to a reinforced Setadar frame work. He had seen Tele programs that told the story of the construction of the dome and the supporting tower as well. They sat down looking north, out across the city towards the Commercial and corporate centre of Central, South Docks and East Stevran Districts.
The night sky above was clear except for the odd cloud. The stars that made up the heaven twinkled and looked down upon the pair. Sandra placed her hand around his waist and held him tight. He could feel that the holding was affectionate but it missed something, Nick could not work out what it missed. In the sky flew short haul passenger planes, cargo planes and suborbitals, as they flew four to five hundred passengers at speeds in excess of Mach seven and eight. It would take a suborbital four hours to fly from Suraban to Echo City where an old style jet plane would take eight or nine hours.
The pair spent a good while there just looking out at the sky scrapers of Central, watching the police, local news and radio station choppers, as they went about their business. They both rolled and slowly smoked an entire Cambar cigarette and laughed at some of their adventures in Suraban. The sounds that drifted up to them were the sirens of local and Echo Tech Security vehicles speeding down the roads, the local emergency response units, and just the sounds of vehicles moving around.
Nick saw Sandra look up and she pointed at her favourite star shape, Nick saw it and smiled, neither of them wanting to destroy the special occasion this was.
Sandra looked into the face of Nick and saw happiness, joy and what she thought was unconditional love for her.
‘Are you the one Sandra, are you the one I’m meant to spend my life with?’ Nick thought. He too looked into Sandra’s face and saw happiness at being here with him.
Sandra thought whilst sitting on the Dome, with the person she hoped would become her partner, ‘Mum, dad I wish you were alive now to see me and also to welcome the Bitch Vixens’ newest member I think.’
After thirty minutes had passed, but it could have be a couple of hours for all the pair cared.
Sandra said, “One more place to go Nick, do you remember I said to let yourself go and say good bye to Nick?”
“Yeah I do.”
“Then do so and let me and the guys show you what you could look and feel like,” she paused for a bit, “in reality. For if I am right then the Aces Gang is going to be in for a shock.”
“Ok.” Nick replied smiling evilly to her self. At this Nick knew Nick was on his last few minutes of life. ‘Be warned, for the Black Fairy rises.’
*****
Chapter 4 — The changing of Nicholas Calton.
The pair travelled back to where the motorbike was park, and Nick drove back to the house where they entered the house through the side door, located on the furthest longest wall from the living room.
Nick was led by Sandra into her bedroom, where when they had entered he looked around the room which was about the same size as his old room. A fitted wardrobe lined the wall that backed onto the other large bedroom, a dressing table sat opposite along with a couple of shelving units on which was a few books and other items of Sandra’s. The floor was polished wooden laminate. A double bed, with a bed side table on each side, sat under the window. An office style chair sat under the dressing table and a couple of easy chairs sat on the corridor wall.
Nick handed his jacket to Sandra who hung it from the coat hooks, behind the door they were joined by Sandra’s boot knife and shoulder holster rig. Sandra then led Nick to the chair under the dressing table and sat Nick down. “I want to ask you something.”
“Ok, ask away.” Nick replied looking happily into the eyes of his friend.
“Will you Nick, allow me to transform you, from who you are now into who we both know you are inside here?” and she stabbed her finger into Nick’s chest.
“I do,” replied Nick.
“Undress then, totally.” Sandra headed for her wardrobe starting to rummage through it.
Nick did just that he undressed removing all of his clothes including the female mini briefs and top he had worn earlier. He knew his physique was not too bad, toned and honed by the cycling and shadow sparring he did. Most weekends he would do a good forty miles in the higher gears and the route normally included at least two good hill climbs. His Sumdar afternoons were spent in the garden of his old home shadow fighting and running through the various forms and sequences he had been taught during his life on the road. The one advantage he knew he had was, he had a lot less body hair than most men, including his dad, and most of it was really light in colour and difficult to see against his skin.
“How much smoking terminology do you understand?” Sandra asked looking right at his face after checking the rest of the body over. ‘You are going to make one hell of a good looking Vixen.’
“A bit. I know what a Waterpipe and a patar are and how to roll a cigarette, but that’s about it, until I came here I have never even smoked a cigarette.”
“See my pouch?” Sandra said pointing to the pouch on her belt. “Get the tin out and load the blue waterpipe with Cambar.”
“Ok.” He hoped no one was going to walk in whilst he was in his current state. He stood and walked to where Sandra was still rummaging through the chest of draws inside the wardrobe where he took the tin out, opened it and scooped out some Cambar and loaded the waterpipe like Sandra had requested.
After he had loaded it, Sandra said, “Bring it here.”
Nick walked towards her carrying the waterpipe.
Sandra stood and took the waterpipe, she took her lighter out of the pouch and lit it. After putting the large end against her mouth she took a good draw from the waterpipe which bubbled as she drew the smoke through the pipe and through the water. After finishing the smoke in the long tube she handed it to Nick along with the lighter.
Nick also too took a good draw from it, this time only coughing a few times as the water cooled the hot smoke. He held it in for a few seconds exhaling the smoke slowly.
Sandra stood up holding a black corset which she had taken from a hanger in the main wardrobe section. She passed him it along with a matching thong. He stepped into the thong and pulled it up. The feeling of him pulling it up was the death blow of Nick. For the next how ever long it took her true love to transform Nick from his current state to the new and improved person was her cocoon stage. The female to emerge the other side would take the war to the Corporations that deserved her retribution.
Sandra moved around to Nick’s back wrapping the corset around Nick. The front middle was hooked from the bottom to the top. Sandra tightened the ribbon until the corset was tight but not uncomfortable. Sandra then took a box from the top of the chest of drawers, opening it and taking out two breast forms which she slipped into the right locations. She removed them and applied a gluey substance to the flat back and for a second time she positioned them and stepped back. She smiled and nodded her approval at the way Nick was beginning to look. “See what I mean, I think ahead. Sit in the chair and Tina and I will do your makeup. You want a drink?”
“Yeah please.” He walked to the chair in front of the dresser and sat down, waiting for Sandra and Tina to return.
*****
Sandra walked out and headed to the fridge and took two lagers out. She saw Tina looking at her with a face that side, ‘what’s happening hun?’
Sandra smiled back and mouthed, “Shall we dance hun.”
Tina’s head nodded an approving way and tapped Abs on the arm.
“It’s almost time to welcome our ninth member.”
“I’ll get everything ready. A Delt 357 you think?”
“Yeah,” answered Tina as she got up and taking her glass followed Sandra towards Sandra’s bedroom.
As Tina was disappearing through the corridor door Abs was walking through the front door heading for the garage and the Bitch Vixens arsenal.
Sandra walked back in with Tina closely following. Tina closed the door and the pair looked at Nick and Tina walked towards Nick thinking about something.
“Can we do this without you seeing the results until the end?”
“Ok, I guess, as long as I can still drink!”
Sandra walked to the wardrobe and opened it, she had an idea how long Tina was going to be over the base makeup, this gave her about thirty minutes to get the items for Nick to wear. Hold-Ups were a must as Nick did like to wear stocking at points as she had found numerous pairs when she had broken in.
She took a pair out of the top drawer. She turned to face Tina waving to get her attention. Tina looked at her and she pointed at her boots and then at Nick’s shoes and mouthed, ‘Size?’
Tina bent down and grabbed on and tossed it at Sandra. Sandra caught the underarm lob and looked inside and saw the size said eight. She smiled as she was had the same size feet. She bent down and took out one of her spare Setadar Toe Capped Biker Boots and placed them down she stood up and took one of her Black eight inch wide baggies. It was soon joined by one of the matching tops she had. She removed her top and slipped the matching one on. She walked to where Tina was applying the white setting powder.
Tina took a blindfold from the top draw of the dresser and placed it over Nick’s eyes, smiling as she did. Tina turned and opened Sandra’s dresser side drawers which revealed Sandra’s main make-up supply, this was joined by Sandra’s small travelling case. Tina rummaged through the bottom left draw and found a new, un-opened Gothage White Matt Concealer Foundation she took it out along with a large tub of moisturizer. She opened the moisturizer and took some and massaged it into Nick’s face, when the moisturizer had gone she applied the Concealer Foundation and that too was massaged into until it was a thin layer covering enough of the shadow to make people wonder, as Tina knew when Nick started hormones it would be so much easier to cover the shadow as the speed it grew slowed and became finer.
Tina looked at Nick sat there in the chair whilst she waited for the foundation to set slightly, she thought, ‘If you bring just your skills in electronics and computers to us, you are going to be an asset to us, but seeing you like this, I think you are going to bring so much more, welcome to the Gangrels whatever you name yourself. It will be a pleasure to work along side you.’
When it had set to the point she applied the white finishing powder she took the large brush and the pot of loose powder. Sandra mixed her own out of a slightly clean finishing powder and bright white talcum powder. Tina dabbed the powder all over Nick’s face and then lightly brushed the powder so it covered what it had to, including the top and side join of the form to the skin.
Sandra then walked over carrying some clothes and smiled at the way Nick looked.
After Nick had felt the brush applying some finishing power to his face, he was stood on and felt the other friend slide a pair of something that felt like a silky, very fine mesh like material. He realised that these must be a pair of hold-up stockings.
Nick then had his right foot placed into what felt like a pair of boots. Nick was allowed to stand whilst he felt someone checking the boot for a fitting. It was removed and Nick was sat back down into the chair.
Tina said to Nick, “Close your eyes hun. I’m about to remove your blindfold so I can do the last bit, your eyes.”
Nick closed this eyes and the blindfold was removed. Nick could feel the moisturizer and then the foundation being applied to the eye area and the area covered by the blindfold. When the setting powder had been applied, he felt eye-shadow being applied to the eye lids, this feeling was followed by liquid eyeliner which he felt being applied to the upper lids along the edge of the eyelashes. The application of Mascara was the last job Tina did. Nick was at last able to take a swig from his can of beer.
Nick then felt a pair of trousers being slipped on. He was made to stand so the trousers could be pulled right up and fastened. This was followed by the pulling on of the top which finished his look. He felt his right boot being lifted again and placed in the boot again. When Nick was firmly into the boot the left leg was lifted and placed into the other boot.
Nick felt the hair tie being removed for the male pony tail he wore and one of the pair’s hands slightly change his hair, probably to a slightly more feminine look.
The other one led Nick a few feet and stopped him saying, “Open your eyes my lover.”
She opened his eyes and looked right at a full length mirror. The human looking back, was the one from Nick’s dreams, a real bitch-looking female with nicely sized breasts cleavage was implied rather than shown directly. Her hips were noticeable but not too large. The boots, the new person was wearing, felt comfortable, and the trousers where of the baggy variety most Giths preferred, when not wearing long skirts. The top was tight and you could just see the outline of the corset through it. ‘I need to correct the minor issue of the forms and other male noticeable bits.’ He stood looking at the woman looking back and knew with out any doubt that she had made the right choice.
Through the haze of the birth Nick heard Sandra’s voice saying, “Tina did your face while I got the clothes ready.”
Nick realised that ‘her’ was here to stay. ‘I’m not being known as Nicki, that’s for sure.’ He thought for a few seconds and decided on her new name.
“Thank you both. I think I’ll be called Nibola Calton — or Nibs for short.”
Sandra heard the name and thought, ‘I was so right when I asked the guys about asking you to join.’ “Welcome to the Gangrels, Nibs.”
Nibs turned to face Sandra and saw she was wearing a matching top. Her face was one of pure happiness.
“Yes welcome to the Gangrels, Nibs. Let’s introduce our newest member to the others,” said Tina with a happy tone in her voice.
“Just confirm something for me, the Gangrels are a street gang?”
Tina stepped towards the door to open it saying as she did, “Yes, The Gangrels are a Street Gang that we all, bar Tom, belong to.”
“Yes, let’s.” Sandra moved to Nibs’ side stepping through the open door slightly ahead of Nibs. Tina joined the two and brought up the rear.
Sandra walked to the door to the living room and opened it allowing Nibs to enter first.
Paul saw the door open and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. he moving to stand beside the door, just as the newest member entered. He took something out of his trouser pocket placing it around Nib’s neck. “Use the patar with pride.”
Nibs saw that Abs was standing beside Paul. In her hands was an open pouch, and inside was the same size tin as everyone else’s, the belt was a standard combat utility belt, a lot of Street Ghosts used, as did she when she broke in to homes. Abs wrapped the belt around Nibs’ waist securing it at the front. She then made sure the pouch was on the left hand side of Nib’s body. “Always keep the tin topped up.”
Nibs turned and saw everyone in the room was smiling. She completed the turn and gave Sandra a kiss on the lips.
After the kiss broke Sandra said, “In the cellar here and a few other places throughout the city we have enough Cambar growing to supply us all and keep us supplied all the time.”
“Thank you all.” Nibs moved into the living room. Only once before in her or Nick’s life had she felt so welcomed, and that was during Nick’s life whilst she was living in Jarrzar at the party a couple of weeks before she left and went to Rujunvia, ‘I wonder how Tammeria’s getting on?’
“Darla also has something for you,” Abs said smiling similar smiles as Sandra, Paul and the rest of the people.
*****
Tom looked up when the door had opened and Paul had moved to stand beside the door. Tom stared as the new arrival walked in. Tom saw Paul place a patar around her neck and then Abs wrapped a belt with a pouch on around her waist. After moving away from the pair she turned and gave a kiss to Sandra who returned the kiss. Tom saw Paul was smiling more than anyone else at this action. The kiss broke and the woman entered the living room proper, where Tom saw her take the tin from her pouch and load the pipe.
He thought, ‘When I walked into the party I was in heaven,’ but to look at the newest arrival he knew he was missing something in his life. He got up and walked over, asking, “May I ask your name madam?”
“You may,” the woman’s replied, “My name is Nibola Calton or Nibs for short.”
“Hang on, I know that voice.” He stared in utter shock as he realised he was taking to Nick, but this was not Nick. “Nick?” he exclaimed and asked at the same time.
“Nick — who’s Nick?” came her reply, “Nick is dead. Nibs now inhabits this body.”
Tom heard true confidence in her voice and the slight slouch Nick had was gone, Nibs stood straight and held her head high. “You’ve changed Nick somehow Sandra.” ‘I wish I had someone who would do that for me,’ Tom was unhappy inside as he had a feeling he would never find true love. The kiss Nibs had given Sandra showed true love, love for an equal.
*****
Nibs looked at Tom as he returned to his seat, and saw that even though Tom hid it well, he was unhappy. ‘One day Tom, I think this evening is me being invited to join and for you to be helped.’ Darla stood up closely followed by Angel and Damieel. As the pair walked just behind Darla, Nibs looked at them seeing two very happy identical females. Darla was carrying a long box with the clip to open it facing Nibs. Darla held the box so Nibs could open it, inside was an eight-inch combat survival knife and scabbard. Angel and Damieel both moved around Darla and kissed Nibs on each cheek. Nibs moved to the seat Jonathan and Michella had vacated for her and Sandra she saw everyone in the room was smiling at welcoming a new member. Nibs knew that this day she had left the world of a loner and entered the world where the whole of the Gangrel Street Gang was her friend.
*****
15th Juwar 02:00BN
At two in the morning Paul suggested, “Let’s go and have some fun with the vents.”
The thirteen people who were still enjoying the party all stood smiling, as this had turned into a great party, the welcoming or a new member, and now having fun with the ‘Vents’.
“Yeah,” responded a few of the party goers as they stood up to follow Paul.
Paul headed into the bedroom corridor and grabbed the leather jackets and holster rigs from the coat hooks just inside the door. Abs and Tina both headed for their room which was beside the side door. After Paul had passed all the remaining jackets out, he headed for the farthest door on the opposite side of the corridor to Sandra’s and Tina’s and Abs room. He walked out, a couple of minutes later wearing his holster which hung from his belt just in front of his pouch. On the opposite side was a second open topped pouch, in it were four magazines. Paul was sliding his left arm into his jacket. When Paul had walked into the living room, Darla passed him a communication system, which he clipped to his belt just behind the magazine pouch. He then pass the wires up his back and over his shoulder. Abs followed by Tina walked into the living room wearing their jackets and communication systems.
Whilst the others were moving Nibs stood and waited for her jacket and communication system. Sandra headed for her bedroom and grabbed the two leather jackets Sandra and Nibs had worn earlier that evening. She also took a second shoulder holster rig from the hook beside the door. When she came back into the living room, she threw the shoulder holster and leather jacket to Nibs.
Nibs slipped the shoulder holster on. She saw Abs walk back into the living room and head for her carrying a second pistol. Her hand grasped around the outside of the trigger guard. In her other hand was four magazines, she handed Nibs an Echo Delt .357 heavy automatic pistol along with the 4 magazines.
“That’s yours Nibs, a welcome to the Bitch Vixens present,” Abs said as Nibs smiled and slid the pistol home, Nibs felt good and happy to be welcomed.
“How are you with an SMG?” Sandra asked when she had finished putting her jacket on she was carrying a HK77 SMG.
“Don’t know, why?”
“When we go out having fun I normally use this.” She showed Nibs an HK 77 SMG, “Or an M22 Assault Carbine.”
An evil grin spread across the face of Nibs. Sandra passed the weapon to Nibs along with five full blank firing magazines. Nibs slipped the sling over her head and right shoulder. She moved the weapon to her back and took the magazines Sandra had handed her. These went into the two front pockets of her jacket. She clipped the pockets closed and zipped up the front of her jacket and followed everyone else out of the house and down the steps.
As Nibs walked out of the house she heard Darla ask, “You coming Tom or are you staying here?”
“How can I? I’ve not got a jacket or bike.” replied Tom.
“You have now.” Paul disappeared towards his room, and returned with a leather jacket, which he passed to Tom.
“Transport?” was the next question that came from Tom.
“You can ride with me Tom,” replied Darla.
*****
The group, which included three large motor-trikes and seven motor-bikes drove through the streets towards one of the many corporate housing estates that existed along the borders of South Central and Richmond Park District. The estates were smart, clean and well maintained. Most of the habitation blocks were either prefab single storey homes or ten/eleven storey tower blocks gleaming with glass, clean steel and concrete. Each street and road they drove through was well maintained with tarmac, the pot-holes were quickly filled and repaired. The pavements were again in much better state than the ones in South Central. The trees and in places borders of bushes were planted in specifically created areas and not just sticking through the pavements and the roots splitting the pavement as it snaked through the ground.
The group played chase as one would roar through the estate with the rest of the group following a few seconds behind. At some junctions they stopped.
Nibs as she was sat with Sandra loaded the first blank round and as Paul wheel span in the middle pulled the trigger and aimed the barrel into the air. The kick from the action working and the spent casing being thrown clear went into her elbow. Her knowledge of her own body and the limited control she had over it, she tensed up the skin and muscles which lessened the impact of the kick against the upper arm. The blank firing making as much noise as the real bullets but with out the risk of a bullet hitting a civilian as it came back to earth.
The group which now numbered ten motorbikes five motor-trikes and a heavy open top convertible pulled up in the car-park belonging to three corporate owned housing tower blocks. Sandra with Nibs on the back drove into the middle of the circle formed and after Nibs had loaded the forth magazine, she selected second, pulled and locked the front brakes. As Nibs fired the first round she revved the engine high and released the clutch and the rear wheel started to spin. She released the throttle and grabbed it again before it could fully reset and the engine stall, and revved the engine high again pushing the cyclinders towards the red line.
From the convertible came the sweet sounds of The Huntress’ song, ‘To Die Old is a Sin’.
As Sandra took the bike around in a circle, Nibs could see Tom was loving it.
Tom knew when Tina had asked him to come he knew the party was going to be fun, he enjoyed being around the Giths and Gangrels, they knew how to have a good time and pretty much enjoyed life. The only down side of going to South Central High was the Aces and the bullying he had drawn the brunt of, he wasn’t very big and like Nick and more than likely Nibs, he hated footbaal, he hated most sports really. As Sandra completed her first three sixty the group including Tom shouted one and half way through her second Tom saw the security guards begin to move as they had started to receive complaints from the residents. On a few of the balconies stood adults who were looking down angry at the scene of the various motor vehicles revving engines and playing heavy rock very loud Tom tapped Darla on the shoulder and pointed at the security officers as they headed for the doors.
Darla spoke over the communication system, “Security.”
Tom grabbed the hold strap as all the bikes dropped into first and pulled away, a few selected second and as they pulled away either wheel spun as they slowly released the front brakes or pulled wheelies as they headed for the route out of the car-park. The convertible rear wheels span as it left the car-park.
Around 03:00BN the group, which had a couple more bikes both with passengers returning home after clubbing on the alternative scene, returned to the house. The group were all laughing at some of the antics they did.
Pretty much the rest of the weekend was they same, members of the scene calling and going, but the core of the Bitch Vixens, Tom, and three other people just kept the party ticking over.
*****
16th Juwar 10:00AN
As Darla, Angel and Damieel walked out of the door, Paul and Sandra were standing in the middle of the living room. Nibs, Tina were sat on the sofa down the bedroom wall and Abs was sat on the one that divided the coffee and the projector screen area from the rest of the room.
As Damieel closed the door Abs turned said, “Sandra, you know what. As Frodar was the last day of term for us, we should go to school tomorrow and give a certain few students our goodbye presents.”
“I hope that includes me. I wouldn’t mind thanking a few people who need to be thank for the last ten months of hell.” Nibs was smiling her evil smile as she made a mental list of people who deserved thanking. At the top was Gary McKrudder 6 feet 4 inches of Defensive Back, as weak as the next guy when facing someone trained in street fighting and who has nothing to loose. In second place was Simoine Potter a fellow Defensive Back but he also had a fast set of legs when chasing Tight Receivers, but like McKrudder was weak as 95% of all people. All it would take was a few simple effective kicks and punches to the right spots on the body and both would be on their backs. Third place went to Detric Pots the team’s main Strike Thrower. Nibs had seen Detric practice boxing in the Gym and he also taught some of the students, especially if they were from the team. ‘Take out a boxers legs and he’s yours for the taking.’
“Yeah?” Sandra responded, “I can think of a few people who need a goodbye present. Tina, Abs?”
“Yeah I think a few people need a goodbye gift of some kind?” each responded.
*****
After the five had spent a couple of hours sorting out the living room, Abs, Tina and Paul had gone to bed leaving Nibs and Sandra sat in the living room as lovers do, cuddling up to each other. They had said nothing for the last fifteen minutes, but they were still exploring each other. Being displayed on the screen were some patterns changing as the music from the computer changed and travelled the path the composer had written for it.
Sandra asked, “How do you feel my love?”
“How do I feel?” Nick paused and thought about her answer. “I feel welcomed, wanted, supported.”
Sandra smiled at the answer Nibs gave. “I am so happy that you accepted the offer, especially after the last ten months.”
“The last ten months outside school were good, and sometimes in school as well. The last ten months were the cumulation of the last six years.”
“You must have had some adventures and met some interesting people indeed.”
“Oh yes, I’ll tell you some of them, I’m tired hun and need some sleep as I want to be on my best behaviour for tomorrow and the present giving.”
“Yes we should get some sleep, the weekend has been the best party in quite a while. I wish Amy and Bill had been able to make it, I think they would have enjoyed themselves as well.”
They got up and Sandra led Nibs to her bedroom and when the door was closed on the outside world. Sandra turned the main light block down to a low light which you could see enough to enjoy each other.
Sandra span Nibs round along with lightly pushing her across the room until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and Nibs sat down. Sandra stood standing over Nibs who looked up at her life partner. Sandra then lent over and pulled off the top Nibs was wearing. As Nibs’ lips came into view Sandra again kissed her, this time with a bit more pressure. Her tongue lightly stroked across Nibs’ lips which opened and let Sandra’s tongue in and she also returned the favour. The kiss became passionate. The pair then undressed and climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.
*****
As Nibs dropped off into a peaceful sleep laying on the bed next to Sandra she was thinking, ‘I have found my life partner, I know I have.’
Chapter 5
Moroth 17th Juwar
She opened her eyes and saw daylight coming through the gaps in the heavy curtains. She lifted her head and looked over at the clock on Sandra’s bedside table it displayed 08:00BN. She then looked around the room and thought, ‘Where am I? This isn’t home.’ She then looked at the person sleeping beside her, ‘Now I remember.’ She smiled as the events of the weekend flooded back to her. She then looked around the room taking each item, realised this was now home. She sat up looking down at the person sleeping beside her. The person she was looking at, to her anyway, was the most beautiful person she had ever seen and it was not in the looks department she saw beauty. Each time she looked at Sandra, she saw a beauty that was the whole person. She swung her legs out from under the covers, stood up wondering what she should do about covering her body, because she needed the toilet. She wandered over to the open wardrobe and looked through the various clothing items hung up. She found a black dressing gown which she slipped on and tied it at the waist. She walked to the closed bedroom door and opening it. She walked over the corridor to the bathroom opposite. As she exited Sandra’s room she noticed a light was on in the living room and quiet music was drifting through the house. She walked into the bathroom which was slightly further down the opposite wall. The room was two metres wide by three metres long with the shower/bath along one wall, a toilet opposite the door, and a sink on the opposite wall to the bath. The normal bathroom cabinet over the sink had a mirror on it. She sat on the toilet, rather than stood as she had done up to the weekend.
Upon finishing she stood up and took a hard look at her face in the mirror, looking for blemishes and things that were not feminine. She saw the normal thing of male facial hair, which she knew all male to female transgendered suffered from. Otherwise, the first thing she could see were her eyebrows not exactly very feminine looking. ‘That’s easy to correct with a pair or tweezers and a mirror or a friend.’ The only other male aspect, bar the usual problem of the item hanging between her legs, was the Adam’s apple. ‘That thing is going,’ She thought to herself in a matter of fact way.
When she had finished looking at herself in the mirror, she walked out turning towards the door to the living room, her improving sense of smell could smell the aroma of freshly made coffee. It was like a drug to her, that and Spiced Sweet Chai. She walked to the door into the living room and opened only to find Tina was sitting at the breakfast bar. She could see sat on the bar was a bowl and half way between the bowl and Tina’s mouth was a spoon. Along side the bowl was the free local broadsheet, which got delivered to you or you could get one from a local shop. On the opposite side of the cereal bowl was a ‘large’ cup of coffee.
Tina lifted her head and turned it as she heard the door open. As Nibs walked out she finished the mouth full of cereal saying, “Good morning Nibs, I hope you had a good sleep and I hope I didn’t wake you. I don’t seem to need much sleep so I’m normally first up.”
“No you didn’t wake me. I am an early riser, but I do normally need around seven to eight hours a night but I’m still buzzing from the weekend, and thank you, I did have a good sleep.”
“Now that’s good to hear.” She saw Tina smile after hearing her reply.
She wandered into the kitchen, she turned to Tina and asked, “Where’s the coffee?”
“In the percolator, there,” replied Tina and she pointed at the percolator which was located next to the sink.
She shock her head at the fact she completely missed it over the weekend. The jug was half-filled with black coffee.
“Cups are in the cupboard above the percolator.”
“Thank you Tina,” she replied and opened the door. She took a cup out and poured the hot steaming coffee into it. She scooped two spoonfuls of sugar into the mug and, after retrieving the mily from the fridge, poured a little into the coffee. She then moved to the breakfast bar and sat down opposite Tina.
“Can I ask you some questions Tina?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“How come you are who you are?”
“Cause it feels right to dress and be a woman, I’m still debating having the final operations. That’s a philosophical question that doesn’t carry just one answer Nibs.”
“I know, but I had to ask so I can try and sort out my own feelings now. May I ask who you were before you decided to become Tina?”
“Who was I...?” Tina replied. She sat back and thought about the question and then took a sip from her cup. “The person I was before I met Abs and Darla was a very weak-willed, and physically weak person, prone to bouts of depression, and in certain respects similar to Nick the target for all the high-school bullies. I existed, would be the best description of my life at that time. I had seen Abs or as I knew her Anna Detric a few times on the bus I took to and from school. Then one day, mid first term four years ago the only seat available on the way to school was one next to her, which I took. As the journey to the high school took 45 minutes, after 15 minutes Abs asked me if I was alright. I said I was and she quietly said “You’re a liar but I do understand why”. I replied to that statement, “OK, no I ain’t alright. I hate going to the high-school, as I am one of the main targets for the school bullies.” I remember the conversation me and Abs had that day as if it happened yesterday” -
“I know, both me and Darla see you and the problems you have every day. May I ask a personal question, John?”
“Yeah, ok.”
”Have you ever thought about not being a loner as that is the way you act when you are in school, and joining one of the many groups of young people?”
She then took a mouthful of cereal and when she had finished she continued. ”What, joining a gang?”
”Yeah, if that’s what you want to call it, Then yeah, ever thought about joining a gang?”
”No. No gang would ever let me near them.”
”That’s where you are wrong.”
”In what way am I wrong?”
”The gang I belong to, The Gangrel Street Gang, are always on the lookout for new possible members.”
“The Gangrel Street Gang, I’ve not heard of that gang before.” On later thinking about it I had, but they were mainly bits of stories I over heard in the canteen and around the school.
”That does not surprise me, you’ve heard of The Northern Aces, The Runners, Black Hill mob, yes?”
”Yeah.”
She then took a sip of coffee. Nibs followed suit and took a mouth full. After they both had returned the cups to the breakfast bar she went on. ”Right. The Gangrels are somewhat different in the fact we don’t openly advertise. We effectively select our members from those young people who are not affiliated with any other gang, and we seek those who are being disadvantaged by society. We are one of the few groups and organisations that are non-area specific. The other two are Central, which I know you know about, and Centra the main policing arm of Central,” which at that time was under investigation by Central for corruption.”
”Non-area specific?”
”Yeah. We don’t have a specific area of the city we as a gang call base bar command which is located in South Docks District. We all meet in small groups at members’ homes or public places. We also are the only gang to operate in small units, hiring ourselves out to other gangs, normally for a small fee plus expenses, which to be honest are normally just the cost of the ammo expenditure plus any other minor charges we incur when we are on operation.”
”So let me get this straight The Gangrels hire out to other gangs to do what?”
”To help said gangs out when they need it. The operations range from assisting in a relative formal open warfare battle between two or more gangs. Some of the other work we do may involve us defending a place from attack, or sometimes its helping in the training of new recruits or helping a new gang gain it’s feet.”
My next question was the one that started me down the path that has led me to where I am now, living with my life partner Abs and being sat here in the home base of the Bitch Vixens. ”Why are you telling me this?”
”Cause I think as does Darla, that you would be an asset to us. You know how to disappear in plain sight. We think that all people should be allowed the chance to get better, improve in all ways, plus the unit I and Darla belong to are currently looking for new members as we lost two, to medical retirement about six months ago.”
”Ok, sounds interesting.”
”Talk to Darla she is currently acting as our unit membership coordinator.”
”Who else are members?”
”You have seen Angel and Damieel around.”
”Yeah”
”And a few more from the local neighbourhoods.”
She sighed, took another sip of coffee, and continued, “As we were getting off the school bus Abs said to me “This afternoon, after school, ring home and tell your parents you are going to a friend’s house to start a school project or something. Then come to the nurse’s office and ask for Darla.”. I did and Darla and Abs took me back to Darla’s and with the Twins playing host, the three of us just spent the evening chatting.
“To be honest I had no idea that Darla was analysing my replies and responses. Darla then rang home and asked my mum if I could stay overnight as it was very late and as most of the buses had stopped running by that time. Mum said that I could, so Darla, Abs and I continued chatting until the early hours when I fell asleep. When I woke it was after the start time for school and Abs was sat across from me. Darla had told the school that I was ill and wouldn’t be in for a couple of days. Abs then took me on a shopping trip and told me what the previous night had been all about. Darla, is a trained youth counsellor and had spent the evening analysing the answers I was giving, she was also looking at how I acted, my posture and how I sat. She came to the conclusion that my mind was wrong for the body. Abs explained it to me that Darla thought I was very likely Trans, but she was unable to decide where on the scale I was.
“Abs took me shopping for a few pieces of woman’s clothes. When both Abs and I got back to Darla’s, Abs and the Twins helped me to change and did my makeup. When Darla got home from working at the school, she was amazed by the change in my personality. Rather than the submissive shy boy I had been, the person that sat in her living room was a girl who had confidence in herself. That evening Darla, Abs and me travelled to my home, where even mum said she immediately noticed the change in me and agreed to let me be the person I wanted to be rather than the person the world expected me to be by the physical body. I’ve not looked back since. Ever since that day, Abs and I have been inseparable. The only down side is that mum became very distant. I have no idea why, but it is the only thing that was bad. My brothers accepted me as did dad.”
”How old is Darla then?” asked Nibs.
”27, she is quite old for a being an active gang member but she loves the scene, the thrill of the chase, etc, etc.”
”The first night at home after I got to sleep, I dreamt that John was being picked on by the bullies only to have this young girl lay into them like a being possessed. After she had got rid of the bullies and helped John up, I saw it was the new improved me. At that point I woke up.”
“You don’t mind me asking these questions do you?”
“No, I don’t. I have very little to hide from people and I hide nothing from my friends, I now count you as one of those.”
*****
During the following half-hour the pair sat drinking coffee, chatting about being trans. Around 09:00BN Sandra and Abs appeared from the corridor.
“Good morning, hunny,” Nibs said when she saw Sandra, who was somewhat bleary-eyed, with Abs being in a similar state. “Coffee?” she asked both.
“Oh please, you’re an agall, Nibs.”
“Yeah, thanks Nibs,” answered Abs as the pair collapsed onto the two sofas.
She went about getting the pair a mug of coffee. After placing the cup down Sandra lent over and grabbed the remote to the projector and switched it on. Sandra scrolled through the channels until she found one of the more adult cartoon channels and started to watch the cartoon being broadcast. It was about a team of five kids who helped rescue animals from dangerous situations using abilities a friendly god gave them.
A short while after Sandra and Abs had appeared from their bedrooms, Paul strolled out very much awake. He looked at Sandra and Abs and commented on the way Sandra looked, “God, you look like shit, sis.”
“I feel like shit. Come on, I’m not like you. I hate the mornings,” responded Sandra and, as Paul walked out of the front door, she stuck her tongue out at his disappearing form.
Abs looked up after she had had a sip from her mug of coffee. “When do we plan on hitting school today?”
“Around mid-morning break, and due to the people who need thanking I think we’d better stay until school’s finished,” replied Tina after looking at Abs and Sandra.
*****
Paul walked back into the house after completing his morning walk and saw the four girls sat around the breakfast bar after they had just finished breakfast and a cup of coffee. The girls headed to their rooms to get ready for the day.
It was around 10:15BN when she along with the rest of the girls walked back into the living room. She was wearing one of Sandra’s tight black T-shirts which said across the front “FUCK ME” over a skull and crossbones. Under that was a fully-metal-boned corset that gave her a definite waist and hips. She was also wearing tight black jeans and her calf-high biker boots. The makeup Sandra, Abs and Tina had done for her and themselves was true Gothic Mistress, dark and sultry.
Out of the blue she said, “I have got to get some things from home. I also feel some responsibility to let my family know I am alright and not to worry about me.”
Just before departing for school the five friends smoked a Cambar patar, and when the patars were finished the group felt relaxed. They knew the Aces were going to be in for a very big shock.
Just before they walked out of the house she took out a Zibark Celtar Cross and chain that hung inside her wallet, and put it on.
As she did Sandra saw the cross around her neck and said, “That’s beautiful,”
“Thanks sweet, I was given it by a couple of friends from Jarrzar. I took it off a couple of weeks after leaving and promised myself that I would never wear it again until I found myself, and I think I have now found myself again.” She knew that her face was all happy smiles. “At some point I’ll tell you about some of the adventures I had in Jarrzar.”
She followed Tina, Abs and Paul out of the door, into another warm mid morning, and down the steps to the driveway. Paul walked to the garage doors and opened it, Tina, Abs and Sandra who had come down behind Nibs, after closing and locking the front door walked into the basement garage. The four walked to where their bikes were parked and knocked them off their stands wheeling them out on to the drive way, where the four propped the bikes on to the kick stands.
She checked her communications rig and pistol, she zipped her jacket up as the bike rides over the weekend she had felt a bit cold. She joined Sandra riding pillion. Tina switched the electrics of her 1100 Wizban Street Thunder and rammed kick start down. The engine sound that emanated from Tina’s bike was sweet. Both Paul and Abs climbed onto Mit-bu 1000RSxs. The pair rammed the kicked starts down.
Chapter 6 — Present Giving.
As the four bikes drove at a leisurely pace through the streets, her eyes were constantly looking around looking at the various environments, and differences between South Central and Central Downtown. To her South Central looked and felt rundown, and forgotten. Central Downtown was bright and clean and the main centre of the capital. The roads were properly maintained compared to South Central. The shops were the biggest dichotomy she could see, 95% of all the shops in South Central had closed or had heavy security fitted to the windows and doors and were of the low end of the market scale. The shops on the main roads of Central, as it was more commonly known, were of the big department store chains and very defiantly catered for the middle and upper management classes, not the working or lower classes.
As they approached the school, they saw two of the school’s student monitors standing watching the main gate. These people attempted to make sure that the school rules were not broken, and only allowed valid people off the campus, they also tried to make sure that no troublemakers got in. The bikes turned right and passed an office block belonging to Night Security Consulting, a top end security consultancy. They provided specialist security advice, training and security personal for the mega rich and the corporations that could afford to pay the prices. As they approached the gate students, who owned vehicles, used to get onto the school grounds, Sandra indicated left and turned into the entrance way. Both Abs and Tina smiled as they turned left and passed the security camera, which was as per normal ‘Out of Order’.
She heard Abs’ voice over the communication. system, “Why does the school have a camera there, it spends more time out of order than it does working?”
“No idea,” replied Sandra and Paul.
She noticed the camera and looked at it. To her, the camera looked as if it had been put out of order by a professional in the Street Security Industry.
The school itself was made from five buildings, most had at least three floors and one had six. Just behind the main gates was a three-storey main building, made from a combination of breeze blocks fronted by bricks, steel and glass on the top floor. This building contained all the main offices, computer department and main hall. Off to the left, looking at the main building from the street, was a three-storey steel and glass building, containing the library, canteen and a few classrooms. Behind the library block, as it was known, was a large six storey building made mainly from bricks with an extension added to the right hand side made from breeze blocks, fronted by a metal fascia. Streaming from this building was a large group of students after just finishing some lesson or other. Spewing from the roof was steam and smoke from the underground boilers. Not only were the bulk of the teaching rooms in this block, but it also contained the TV studio that made the school semi-famous on the footbaal circuit, from here presenters of the live matches made the shows. To the left hand side, behind the main block was the sports block and covered swimming pool, both buildings were constructed from bricks. Around the top, some 7 metres up, were a line of windows that allowed the sun to stream into the sports hall and swimming pool. Beside the sports hall was the science block, again constructed from steel and glass. Coming out of this building were more students. Surrounding the school itself were large open areas of concrete, tarmac and grass. Along the back fences were a line of trees that in a few places clumped into small groves, which created small areas people could disappear into. Running the length of the North fence was CW4, suspended some 20 metres up on a flyover. Running down the east fence 40 metres up, where it crossed the CW4 was IC7, the main North-South InterCity route.
She watched the students mill around and saw stood around an expensive car, probably brought by some ‘daddy’, were a group of the footbaal’s teams Cheer Leader Squad. The driver and passenger’s windows were down and sitting inside were Simoine Potter and Amy Dunction. All of the girls were giggling and laughing at some unheard joke. She saw Tina swing the back of bike around which caused they group to stop laughing. She saw Tina wink at Sandra, and realised that she was about to have some fun. Tina then revved the engine so it red-lined, the rear wheel span and produced a massive cloud of smoke, rubber and tarmac. The waste gas the engine was producing combining with the stuff the back wheel was producing formed a large cloud which engulfed the girls and the car.
Tina turned her head and saw the girls getting covered in the dust and particles. All the girls started to cough as they breathed the noxious gases and particles. She then released the throttle, selected first and pulled off apologising to the girls in a fake sorry voice, “Oh, so sorry for that you lot.” She then followed the rest of the group towards the motorcycle park in Student Car-park B. As Tina and everyone pulled away, three of the older girls turned and shouted obscenities towards Tina and the group. Tina just laughed out loud and shouted back, “Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”
As Tina pulled away she looked back and saw the Simoine open the gull-wing door and climb out. She read the face and body language and was able to tell he was angry at what that Tina had done. Out of the passenger seat climbed Amy. From what she knew, from the school grape vine, Amy had had a run in with Abs, over some course work Abs had done and Amy copied. An investigation happened, and she knew what the outcome had been, as she had just arrived in the school, was that Abs had had to redo the work. Amy joined Simoine, as he marched towards the group.
Sandra sub-vocalised, “Simoine and Amy are heading this way.”
She turned her head to look in the direction the pair were coming from and sub-vocalised a reply, “He’s mine. Let’s see if he recognizes me now I’ve changed.”
”Yeah, lets,” replied Paul over the communication system as he and the others parked in the marked bays.
She pointed at an empty bay that was at the end of the four bays the group was about to use. Sandra turned and parked in the bay indicated so making sure she was closest to the direction Simoine was coming from.
She climbed off as Sandra switched off the engine, Sandra followed her in climbing off and brought the bike up onto the motor-bike’s main stand. She moved to the back of the bike and stood waiting for the rest of the guys to finish parking the bikes. She watched the group as they slid the magazines they all carried out of the various holders and slotted them into metal boxes welded to the frames. She was also keeping her hearing concentrating on the sound of Simoine’s steps on the tarmac.
“Hun, you want to pass me your ammunition magazines,” Sandra said.
Nibs dropped the magazines from the holder and passed them to her. Nibs then went to drop the magazine from the pistol, which she shook her head at and then she indicated Simoine was close.
As Simoine stormed passed her heading towards where Tina was finishing sorting out the magazines, Nibs stuck her leg out, caught and sent Simoine sprawling face first into the tarmac.
When Simoine’s face hit the tarmac, she moved so she was standing over his prone body and lightly kicked the groin to get his attention. By this point a small group of students had started to gather as Amy stared at the scene from just inside the cordon made by the students watching the scene. Paul and Sandra both watched the group gather making sure none of the students were members of the footbaal team and got brave. She stooped and grabbed Simoine’s left arm, which she twisted and applied a wrist lock, so as she shifted Simoine onto his back the wrist lock was causing pain. When the manoeuvre had been finished she was looking down into Simoine’s angry face, Tina and Abs also stood over him looking down.
As he looked up at them he shouted, “I’m going to kill you poof for that stunt, Central ain’t going to be able to stop the Aces wiping out the Bitch Vixens now.”
“Not before we’ve finished with you.” She smiled when Simoine looked at her.
“What the hell?” said Simoine in a, ‘Who the fuck are you voice’ and after a short pause to allow the voice to marry up to a face, “Do I know you?”
“Yes you do Simoine. I use to be called Nicholas Calton.” She bent down and removed the designer shades that were sticking out of the breast pocket of his expensive designer jacket. She looked at them flicking them open and placing them on the top of her head. “I think I’ll have those as payment for the emotional suffering you have put me through since I arrived here.” She used her left hand and grabbed the scruff of his shirt. She pulled at the shirt and lifted his head off the ground, the next sound was a loud slap as she brought her right hand across his face hard. The red welt that started to appear was satisfying, to all of the girls present, especially her, she said, “That was part payment for the physical abuse.”
“Let’s leave him lying on the ground to contemplate his bullying,” commanded Paul with authority.
“Yeah, you ain’t worth it,” she commented in a ‘if I every see you again you will regret it’ tone. As she stood up she placed her left boot beside Simoine’s waist, and swung her right boot very low to the ground and struck the groin and arse area hard. “Oh, I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” she said in a fake sorry voice mocking the very existence of Simoine. She quickly joined the rest of her friends as they pushed there way through the crowd, who had started to disperse, walking away from the prostrate Simoine in the direction of the science block.
Simoine’s face was agony as the pain from the injury hit him full force. He curled up into a ball clutching his groin, very close to sobbing with the pain. Amy glared at the group as they left the scene. A few more of the girls and blokes Simoine associated with pushed through the crowd as it dispersed. A couple of the guys went to him and helped him up. The rest glared at the group. Nibs removed the shades from the top of her head, placed them over her eyes and asked, “What do you think guys?” She then stopped, turned and peered over the top of her new designer shades right at a couple of Simoine friends the pair glared daggers at the five friends. The rest of the group as they were helping Simoine, stopped so they could also turn and glared back. One of the guys mouthed, ‘You’re dead.’
She just turned, laughed and said in a voice that carried, “Oh, I’m scared.”
“Don’t know,” replied Sandra as she looked in a ‘I’m not sure way at her face’.
*****
She along the her four friends walked towards the back of the Sports Hall around the Science Block, as a couple of known bullying hang outs of the Footbaal Team were present around the two doors into the building. She saw a couple of very githic looking girls stood leaning against the wall smoking what looked like Cambar Cigarettes. She had seen the pair around school and realized they were from the 4th year.
“Allow me to introduce Abbey and Clare both members of a sister unit, Dark Mists Combat Support Unit,” said Tina as they approached.
“Hi,” said the pair.
“We saw your dealing with Simoine just then, very nice,” said Abbey.
“Thank you, Nibola Calton at your service,” she said in as feminine a voice as possible so not to alarm the pair, then stared at Tina until she realized what she had done.
”It’s a pleasure to meet you Nibola,” replied Clare.
“Don’t worry about things like voice hun,” said Sandra when she realize what Nibs had done, “all members of the Gangrels are screened for problems like not accepting life as life; they accept all people as much as we do.”
She along with the rest of the group just laughed. “Oh and its Nibs not Nibola,” she said using her normal male voice when she had stopped laughing.
She crouched down and rested her back against the Sports Hall wall. As she looked around across the fields towards the CW. She thought to herself, ‘I wonder if mum and dad will accept me now or will I become like a lot of the people I know from the Trans chat rooms.’ She took out her PDU removing the stylus from it’s holder in the back. She tapped the power button which caused the system to boot to full mode from phone mode, which it was designed to stay in whilst it was not being used to surf the net or use the 10.8 MegaPixel NetCam.
Tina who was stood opposite her asked, “How long have you known how to fight. I saw Simoine’s head moving in sympathy as your hand came in?” in a tone that was genuinely interested in knowing.
“Every since I lived in Jarrzar, Sensei Hume opened a dojo dedicated to instructing students in the ways of what Hume called Martial Street Fighting, the honourable combat of street fighting was another name he used a few times. Basically it was street fighting pure and simple, but he taught that using the techniques in a proper street fight was always the last resort, and should never be used unless all other methods had been tried first. When I left Jarrzar Cubbadar from the city of Vickortia, Rudeash, he taught me the martial art of Mauya, then Uthura from Ne-U-Bar who taught me Lappellr.”
“And now us and Gangrel Street,” added Abs to the list, “and I agree that slap was evil.”
Sandra tapped her on the shoulder and offered her the Cambar cigarette when she looked at her. She took it, the lighter and stuck it between her lips. She placed the PDU on the ground and using her left hand she shielded the flame from the light breeze to relight the Cambar cigarette. She then passed the lighter back to Sandra and picked her PDU up from the ground. She opened the NetViewer and scrolled down the favourite list selecting the YoungTrans chat room.
Clare who was stood on the other side of her said, “I see you have Nibs hooked.”
”Of course,” replied Sandra to Clare’s statement.
As the net page loaded it also automatically logged her into the site and chat room. She then brought up the touch screen keyboard typing using the stylus to strike the keys. She looked down the list of people in and saw a couple of friends from Suraban. She had never had the courage to actually go out dressed, until now that is. ‘I think it’s time to visit some of my trans friends in Suraban.’ She typed, ‘Hi all’, pressing the enter button and following that, her normal greeting, ‘Just so my friends know, I’m now fulltime and have been since Frodar evening.’
She took a draw on the Cambar cigarette exhaling the smoke after slightly coughing. She then noticed Tina was looking at what she was doing.
“What you doing Nibs?” asked Tina moving so she could crouch beside her.
“Chatting in one of the Transgendered chatrooms I use.” On the screen appeared, ‘Sophie says:- Yeah Nicki. How come thought you were stuck because of parents not understanding???’ She typed the reply ‘Mum and dad don’t know about it, I’m no longer living at home. I’m living with friends from the High school’.
Tina looked at the screen and asked, “Who are these people?”
“Most are Trans or friends of who are under the age of about 20 to 22, most of them are closet because of family. These I know aren’t.” Nibs used the stylus to point to five of the names.
“I never knew these places existed, I wonder how many Trans Gangrels use these rooms?”
She took a third drag on the Cambar cigarette then offered it to Tina, who took it taking from her pouch her lighter so she could relight it. She then entered, ‘I’ll be online in the next few days and give my profile a radical revise. Bye all’, She then pressed the log out button which was followed by her pressing the power button. She watched the PDU close and revert to phone mode.
“That is a nice piece of technology Nibs, how powerful is it?” asked Tina as she slid the PDU back into the inside pocket of her jacket.
“This, it’s a C400 Personal Data Unit, I’ve added to it, the mobile phone, net access and 10.8 MegaPixel NetCam. She’s also got a 400gig memory stick and three expansion cards. I’ve made sure it has room for four more cards.”
“That is nice. It must have cost a bit?” asked Tina as the pair stood.
“At the last count I have spent about 3000decks on it, but I use it and my Digital player for note taking. I think the expense is worth it.”
*****
As lunchtime approached the group wandered the school grounds looking at the usual student hang-out areas for certain members of the Footbaal Team.
The bell to indicate the start of lunch rang and the group headed out of the same school gate they had used when they had arrived that morning. As they did, she looked at the camera, located on a three metre pole over the student vehicle access gate. She looked at the camera using her knowledge of various methods of disabling security cameras linked to a central CCTV control room. She was specifically looking for any tell tale signs of who disabled it, as it would likely indicate that Night Security Consulting was about to get hit again. She was surprised as this would be the fourth time they would have been hit in the last two months. From the way it had been disabled she knew it was done by a professional, rather than a student. “I’ll say this; whoever disabled the camera was a pro.”
”Hey, how can you tell?” Paul asked.
”I just can, Paul. You know my final year major was electronics.”
“Ok,” he responded.
He heard Nibs’ reply thinking, ‘What does Nibs mean it was done by a professional.’
The group turned down the street towards the main entrance, as he turned he had a close look at the camera and wondered what Nibs knew. ‘That answer doesn’t answer anything, it just opens more questions. Sandra said she thought you to be enigma when she did the background research.’
The lights controlling the junction which included the school entrance were red. The friends crossed on the diagonal. Nibs walked hand in hand with Sandra, she was not caring who saw them together. Tina and Abs who were just ahead were also holding hands as they led the group down the secondary road passed small shops that catered for the specialist collector markets. She glanced in to one of the shop windows only to see a rack covered in small postage stamps. The next shop down was an antiques shop and on display in the window was an old rocking chair made from Common Brattiss, a nice wood to work from what she understood of the material.
Paul was just in the lead and held the door open for the girls. Upon entering the group saw two teachers from the science department sat eating a meal, she knew why they were sat eating lunch. She quietly laughed at the vain attempt to control the consumption of alcohol by the student body. The girls headed for one of the tables located in the open window. Paul grabbed a fifth chair and sat between Sandra and Tina. Sandra after sitting grabbed the menu, making a play for keeping it to herself. She went to grab it and, like lightning, moved her other hand and lightly tickled Sandra in the waist area smiling all the time. Sandra passed the menu to her and she put it down on the table. She lightly kissed Sandra on the cheek and signalled for the waiter, who was serving a couple by the opposite wall near the centre of the seating area, to come over.
The café was bright, with light streaming in through the open front and the six spot lighting circles that hung from the ceiling. The main area was a good twenty metres long by 10 metres wide and had ten tables of various sizes and shapes, around each a number of chairs ranging from two to six. On the walls were hanging the normal mix of landscapes and other non-descript prints of famous pictures. Hanging over the table, near where the group was sat was a landscape of the Low Back Mountains covered in forest.
The waiter walked over, asking when he was close enough, “Are you ready to order?”
She replied, in a more feminine voice, after looking around the table seeing nods and smiles in reply, “Yes we are, can I have a large Spiced Chai latte please?”
”Certainly ma’am.”
Sandra requested, “Latte, please?”
”White coffee, thanks?” said Paul when the waiter had finished writing Paul’s order down.
Tina requested, “Two Earl Greys, black please.”
”Certainly.” After finishing, the waiter turned and disappeared towards the serving area.
As he departed she said, “Thanks.”
”Pretty voice,” commented Tina in response to her feminine voice.
”Thanks Tina.”
The following five minutes the five friends quietly chatted about who they hopped to see that afternoon. The waiter returned carrying a tray on which were the five cups. He placed each person’s drink in front of them and also placed down a small plate with the bill on.
She took from the inside pocket of her jacket her wallet. She then picked up the bill and read the total, opened her wallet and removed a ten-deck note and handed both the bill and money to the waiter, who left and headed for the till area.
Sandra tapped her on the arm and pointed at Tom who was walking past the open window, on the opposite side of the road, carrying a full rucksack.
Sandra called, “Tom.”
She saw Tom stop, and he looked around for the voice.
Tom smiled when he saw Sandra and her waving from the café on the opposite side of the road. He walked back the short distance to the pedestrian crossing near Suraban’s old centre of Government, where he waited for the lights to change. The lights turned to red on the road and green on the pedestrian crossing and he crossed the road. After he had walked to the café’s open windows he said, “Hi, guys. Thought you would still be recovering from the weekend.”
”Nuts man,” said Sandra. “We are all toughened party animals.” All the friends were smiling.
Nibs looked at everyone, “No one got any problems with Tom joining us?”
Both Tina and Abs said, “No.”
Then Sandra and Paul nodded their ‘no problem at all’ replies.
”Thanks guys,” replied Tom in a happy tone of voice. He came in, dropped his rucksack in the gap Sandra and Paul made, grabbed a chair from one of the nearby tables and said, “I’ll be back in a sec, I need the toilet.” He turned and disappeared into the café back area.
After a few minutes she saw Tom returning via the serving area, he looked up at the menu board above the counter, talking to one of the staff working behind the bar. After nodding a reply to something the staff member asked, he went digging into his pocket to take some money out. After receiving some change he returned to the table carrying his drink, just in front of the waiter carrying the receipt on a small plate.
After the waiter had left the receipt on the table, she picked it up along with her change and saw a business card hidden beneath the receipt. On the front was written ‘P.T.O.’. On the back was written — If you and your friends are looking for some professional work please ring or email me. The email address she recognized as being a GhostNet account. She then showed the business card to Sandra, just as Abs indicated to the group that she had spotted a group of cheerleader girls containing one of the targets. All wearing the latest expensive designer outfits, walking towards the café heading for the school.
“Here they come,” said Abs when she saw the group.
“At last,” Sandra responded somewhat happy, she stood up saying , “You three going to join the fun?”
“Yeah, why not?” the three girls chimed.
The four girls pushed the chairs back and stood up. They headed for the door so they could wait on the pavement outside. They stood on the south side of the café, making it look like they were waiting for a vehicle to arrive. They looked at the group sauntering up the road, one girl seemed to be the centre of attention. Nibs who was standing opposite her asked, “Is it the one in the centre?”
She smiled and nodded. The pair both lit the Cambar cigarettes they were carrying, she took a couple of drags from it, passing them to Tina and Abs, respectively, who did the same.
Sat inside the café, Tom asked Paul, “What’s going on?”
”Fun,” replied Paul, “Payback is a bitch.”
Just as the group of girls passed the four friends, Sandra and the others followed, a few feet behind, until they where along side the alleyway that ran down beside the Café. She forced her way through the girls who stopped as she grabbed Zoá«, who was at the centre of the group, slamming her up against the Café’s outside wall. Sandra inserted her forearm under Zoá«’s chin pinning her against the wall.
She paused while the Zoá«’s eyes focused and recognized who it pinning her to the wall, only talking when Zoá« face turned to one of shock, “Now what am I going to do to you now I’ve left school, and no long have to abide by the not physically hurting you rule,” after a short pause she continued, “I know what…” and like Nibs had done to Simoine earlier she slapped Zoá« across the face, hard. The slap that sounded was loud, easily registering in the rest of the group.
Whilst she was dealing with the Zoá«. Nibs, Tina and Abs had all moved to make sure none of Zoá« friends moved to try and stop her. She now understood that her friends were also well trained in and respected the Street Fighting scene.
She continued in the same tone, “Watch for me, Zoá«, at night. You will never know when and where I will crop up next and next time I won’t just slap you.” After she had finished talking she removed her forearm from under Zoá«’s chin and let her drop to the ground.
Nibs saw the welt that Sandra had caused, she also noticed that Zoá« was now looking very scared. Sandra and the rest of the friends moved away, back into the street so they could to return to their drinks and Cambar cigarettes in the café.
Inside Paul and Tom overheard what Sandra was saying as Sandra was making sure the group didn’t suddenly go deaf. Paul rolled up a Cambar cigarette and lit it. “What are your plans now that High school has finished?”
”College, then hopefully work,” Tom replied while listening to Sandra have her monologue with Zoá«. Paul was sat smiling and quietly chuckling as well.
After the four girls had returned to the table and sat down. He said, “Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you lot.”
”Ok Tom,” replied Sandra, and offered the Cambar cigarette Nibs had just passed to her, to Tom, who accepted it, took a draw on it and coughed a bit.
When everyone had finished their drinks the six friends headed back towards the school and to the main hangout of a specific group of the Footbaal Team, which was the main canteen.
*****
When the group walked into the canteen a quick look around the room told everyone that group they were looking for had not put in an appearance, yet.
The canteen was like any other canteen - large, open plan with light streaming from fluorescent tubes and windows around the bricked and white painted walls. About a quarter of the total wall was bricked floor to ceiling and it was here that the food was served from; opposite the food serving area was an open fire escape. In the open expanse was lot of tables with bench seats. In total Nibs estimated that the canteen was about half full. She did see a couple of the teachers sat near the door eating the meal of the day.
The group walked to the food run and all purchased light lunches. When they all had left the food run they headed for the seats they specifically wanted, the one’s the rest of the school was forbidden to use on pain of a severe beating, dished out by the members of the footbaal team. They walked passed Simon who was eating a sandwich and on the table beside the book he was reading was a black coffee. She liked Simon’s science lessons. She saw Simon nod a ‘hello guys’, which was returned to her surprise by Tina and Paul.
After five minutes six members of the Football Team’s Defensive team, and their girlfriends, entered the canteen from the direction of the library. As they passed one table where a couple of the smaller third years were sitting, one of the fourth year members of the group, threw a punch which got the third year rubbing his arm. She, watched the group from when they had entered, and thought, ‘Today I start to take back the school from the bullies.’ They walked to the food counter and pushed three of the second years out of the way as they were getting the meal of the day. One of the second years dropped his tray on which was his pudding of pie and custard, she saw the face of the boy was the bowl went. She also saw his face as the bowl hit upside down and kept most of the custard within the bowl. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom smile at the fortune that second year had just received. She knew why as well, as Nick had seen Tom taking a beating from McKrudder, Detric and Simoine once as exactly the same thing had happened, except it was a plate with gravy on that had gone and it had gone at a crooked angle. Tom had spent the next month off school recovering from the beating. She saw that some of the girls that had been with Zoá« earlier were hanging off their boyfriends arms.
Tina commented when she didn’t see Detric or Simoine with the group, “I hope Simoine and Zoá« are going to be ok.” The comment and tone of voice made everyone laugh. Which again broke another one of the unwritten rules of the canteen, ‘no laughing unless at one of the Footbaal Team’s jokes’.
When the bullies had departed the food run, she saw the two teachers by the door and Simon stand and very quickly depart, Simon via the open fire escape and the other two by the main door. The small group started to walk towards their area of tables. They stopped dead and stared when they saw her and the others sitting at their table. Sandra and her smiled when they heard two of the four fourth years chuckle to themselves. The pair knew exactly what was going to happen when the group were in an area clear of tables. McKrudder, also know in the school as the Hunk, face screwed up in a combination of anger and contempt for the friends.
As The Hunk angrily marched towards the friends she said, “Excuse me friends. We have an ape that needs to be put back in its cage.” She knew that even though the Hunk was 6’4, a quick targeted kick to the groin would bring almost anyone to their knees. She stood up and stepped into the walk way and took two steps towards the Hunk. Before he could even think about reacting to her initial attack which knocked the tray he was carrying all over his girlfriend. The girlfriend let go of McKrudder’s arm and stared down at her ruined designer outfit. She then executed a powerful snap kick attack targeted at The Hunk’s groin. To her satisfaction The Hunk’s face screwed up in agony as she landed the kick smack bang on target. The Hunk’s hands and arms went to protect the groin from any more kicks. She wasn’t planning on hitting him there again, sent her hands to his head, which she dragged down so it could met the upswing of her right knee.
With the force of the knee hitting and the release of the head a second before, The Hunk took off in a back arc and landed in the middle of his friends who were standing staring in utter shock as this girl had taken one of the larger members off his feet. As The Hunk landed he sent them sprawling into other tables and members of the student body who had stood to watch the unfolding fight.
Paul who was watching for any members of staff or the school monitors, could see the kitchen staff watching the scene. He smiled when even kitchen staff had walked out to watch. None of them had moved to get the monitors or security. The teachers who had been present had made themselves scarce. He realised that they all must have realised this morning after Simoine, the showdown between the Gangrels and The Aces which had been brewing for some time was about to explode.
He saw Nibs standing over the prone breathing body. Nibs then knelt down landing her right knee in the chest area. Nibs’ left leg was pinning The Hunk’s right arm to the floor.
The Hunk blinked as he tried to focus through the pain of the initial kick. Nibs waited for him to see who was pinning him to the floor. Her face was one that showed utter contempt for his existence. “Oops. Did you spill your food? Do you want me to run and buy you some more?” She paused.
The agonized squeak that came from his mouth said made her smile. “I’ll kill you, you poof.”
“Oh I’m so scared. Welcome to your nightmare.” At this point she lifted her steel toe-capped boot so as she brought it down it impacted his manhood. His face was one of pure agony and he started screaming like a girl.
Sandra who had turned on the end was watching the scene as The Hunk’s friends got themselves straight. One of the group had been lucky and had remained standing looked at the friends as he moved to give The Hunk the necessary assistance he needed in dealing with the person pinning him down. She looked with a face that said at him ‘You help him, I help Nibs’ at the same time she started to get up. The person stopped short as he had been on the receiving end of a beating dished out by her brother a couple of years ago and he had been present when Paul had mashed the fourth year earlier in the year, Sandra had him restrained with an arm lock.
Nibs stood up and after looking at the group, who were just staring at what this female had just done to one of the toughest members of the footbaal team, with a face which said ‘who’s next’. She retook her seat so she could continue to eat lunch.
“You know something Nibs, I’m surprised we haven’t seen the Principal or her assistants,” said Paul after she had sat down.
The friends watched a couple of members of the footbaal team help The Hunk to stand and walk to an empty table near the windows that overlooked the large field behind the school.
“I saw the teachers made themselves very scarce,” said Tina.
“I think most people have realised that the Gangrels and The Aces are about to explode into open warfare,” said Sandra.
“Bring it on,” she said. “Make my life a living hell will you. Welcome to the hell that will be your life for the short term future.” All of the guys looked at her and saw that she meant it.
After finishing lunch the six stood and headed out of the canteen via the fire escape.
Tom asked “I need to drop off these books to the library, where you lot heading towards?”
”Don’t know, some place secluded and quiet so we can wait for the end of school and finish giving people their presents,” replied Paul. “More than likely to the north east corner under the city way.”
”Ok, I’ll wander and find you,” responded Tom.
”Look into the trees and bushes not at them,” said Sandra as Tom turned and left them.
As Tom was walking away the five friends headed for the north east corner via the most direct route, which took them across the footbaal pitches and around the stadium. They soon reached the secluded corner where the trees had clumped a bit more and created a small grove. The ground cover also was slightly longer grass and low woodland plants these and the trees stretched along the rest of the fence line. Through the gaps in the trees and shrubs, she could see a twenty metre wide strip of wasteland before a fence line that indicated the borders of another Corporate owned housing estate. Even though the IC and CW were pretty close the noise level was a lot lower than she had expected.
Paul led the group to the start of the path that led into the small grove. He walked around the strallam (Stral-lam) bush, closely followed by Nibs and then Sandra, Tina and Abs brought up the rear.
“Hi, Simon,” said Paul and sat himself down on an old log.
She saw Simon sat leaning against an Ashforrk tree. Hanging from his mouth was a 15cm stemmed patar. From his mouth came a puff of bluish smoke from the material in the patar’s bowl.
The grove was made from three Ashforrk Trees, two strallam bushes and a couple of Tracarm Burch trees. Around the edge was a couple of logs and half a pallet.
“Oh. Hi all. Yeah join me if you want guys...”
She saw Simon look at her and his face screwed up as if trying to work something out. She moved towards a second ashforrk tree and sat down on the roots. She was soon joined by Sandra who sat beside her. Abs and Tina moved to the another log.
“Who’s the new one with you?”
“Oh meet Nibola Calton — or as she prefers to be known — Nibs,” replied Paul.
“Welcome Nibs,” said Simon. “Which member of the Gorillas had your attention. I left when I saw them and you lot sitting where you were. I also noticed Danni and James also left rather fast.”
“Gary McKrudder, alias, The Hunk,” she responded.
“After your dealing with Simoine, I took it upon myself to warn the rest of the staff that if we saw you lot and any member of the footbaal team in the same area, they were to disappear. I also had a chat with the monitors and told them that if they heard of any incidents they were to take their time getting to the site. Things must happen in their own way, and you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of their fists and feet, they are all experts in street fighting.”
“That would explain the lack of Mrs MacFields or any of her assistants,” said Sandra as took out her tin and cigarette making equipment.
“I saw the aftermath of your dealing with Simoine, and I know I heard Simoine cry ‘the Bitch Vixens are going to get slaughtered’ or something similar. Nice one on the McKrudder front. I knew he had it coming, I just didn’t know when and from whom. Oh, his parents are going to be on the warpath after they hear about the incident. What did you do?”
“Crushed his groin and flattened his nose into his face.” She joined everyone else in rolling a Camber cigarette.
“Ouch, arrrrrrhhhhhhh,” responded Simon, his face was similar to the face Gary had, with out the screaming. “That’s a good point, you’re new ain’t you?” he asked looking at her.
“No I ain’t,” she replied, “I used to go by the name Nicholas.”
“No, no way...” Simon’s face was one of shock. “Nicholas Calton?”
“Yeah, that was me,” she said, with a broad grin. “Seeing as I have now officially finished my exams I don’t need to be here, but the rules state that I am still a student until Ebinar so I thought I’d clean house before I say fuck off to the schooling system.”
“How many have read you Nick?” asked Simon.
She glared at him.
“Sorry... Nibs,” Simon corrected himself.
“Better... no one yet, but I’m another Gith or Gangrel to most people and both societies do seem to be slightly strange.”
A short time later Tom called, “You in there guys?”
When they had heard Tom’s voice Paul stood up and walked out of the small clearing.
Paul and Tom, after a couple of seconds appeared and Tom was carrying a far lighter-looking rucksack.
“Oh. Hi Simon,” said Tom when he came into view.
“Afternoon Tom didn’t realize you knew this group,” said Simon indicating Paul and group.
“Yeah for a few months now,” responded Tom.
*****
The friends sat there for the rest of lunch and the afternoon smoking and chatting. Tom had to go after a couple of hours due to work calling him in to cover a shift and Simon had a class to teach in the last period.
As the end of school approached the friends headed for the student car park and their bikes. They made quite a lot of noise as they left the school for the last time. They turned right and headed down the main road. A little way down the road they turned into an alleyway between a corner shop and an apartment block. The alleyway lead to the back of the shops and some garages. The group parked up in the entrance so they could look for the rest of the people who needed ‘thanking’.
As the last of the students were leaving the friends had spotted no-one.
She said, “They’ve chicken out and left by the other entrance and gone the long way home.”
“Yeah it looks that way or they are still in school,” responded Tina.
The group then climbed on to their bikes and started the engines.
As she was climbing behind Sandra she said, “Hey guys can we stop past mine. I need to get a few things?”
“Hey, no problem,” answered Paul as he was at the head of the four bikes he indicated left and pulled out onto the main road heading away from the school.
*****
Chapter 7
As the group turned left onto the road where she use to live she sub-vocalised, “Everyone, seventh house on the left.”
All four bikes indicated left and pulled up the driveway slowing to a stop just beside the path leading to the few steps up to the front door.
When she had climbed off she said, “Come on everyone. No one is home and I don’t give a shit who sees. I still officially live here and you are my friends.”
“Ok,” responded everyone and followed her up the path and the two stairs to the front door.
She opened the front door she stepped inside and allowed the rest of the friends in. “Make yourselves at home everyone,” she said after closing the front door. “Can someone stick the kettle on and make some drinks? I wouldn’t worry about my parents coming home anytime soon.”
As the group walked in they saw to the left of the front door was the living room, which had a couple of nice looking sofas, an gas effect fire in the fire place and a large Flat screen tele above the it. Towards the back of the house which the living room stretched the length of was a small office with a computer, printer and work space. To the right was a large dining room with a square table in the middle, surround it was four chairs. On the wall facing the front of the house was a door that led to the kitchen, also along that wall was a long book case filled with old fashioned paper books. The library continued up the wall which made the side of the stairs to the first floor, this one was filled with digital novels and more paper books. The stairs up to the first floor had a solid lower section but the first floor landing had a banister and columns making sure no one fell over the edge.
“Ok,” said Tina and Abs, “where’s the kitchen?”
“Through there,” she said and pointed at the door off the large dining room.
“Anything I can do?” asked Sandra.
“Yes hun, there is,” she replied as she headed for the stairs to the first floor.
Paul turned left and went to sit down in the living room. The upstairs had four doors leading off the landing which was a circle with the stairs being the middle. On the walls which were creamy off white were pictures of her mum and dad and Nick having fun.
She led Sandra up the stairs. She turned right at the top of the stairs, right again, opened a door and walked into her bedroom, which, as normal, was a mess, clothes piled in one corner, books, notes and other items in a second. The room was five metres square with windows along both outside walls. Along one wall was a large wardrobe, from the top of which she grabbed two large rucksacks and threw them onto the bed. She took two smaller rucksacks, which were hanging from hooks on the side.
As Sandra walked up the stairs and round the landing she looked at the pictures and asked, “Are these of you and your mum and dad?”
As she walked across her room towards the desk on which were her laptop computer and other office peripherals she turned her head and looked at where Sandra was looking, “Yes, that one is my favourite,” and she pointed to the one hung beside her room’s door. The picture was of Nick and two Jarrzarian’s at a religious site someplace beautiful.
Sandra, stood beside the door way and looked at the picture. “Who are the other two?” asked Sandra as she stepped into the doorway, “and what do you want me to do?”
“Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma. Two of my closest friends, do you remember when Paul asked where would I want to live?” she asked, “Could you goto the under-bed storage area and get the clothes you find there and fill one of the large rucksacks and then empty the cupboard there into the other one,” she said and pointed to the cupboard hanging on the wall.
As Sandra stooped she slid the door to the storage area open she replied, “Yes I do, why?”
“Meet the reasons for me saying Theaban in Jarrzar. That picture was taken by Jum’s mum when we were visiting a Tabbar Shrine. It was there me and them performed a Blood Family Ceremony. I forgot the underlying principles when I left Jarrzar, and that is friends however far they are from you will always be there for you,” she replied as she clearing her pens and pencils from the various pots into one of the small rucksacks. She reached up to the top shelf above her desk and took down a stack of business cards which were stuck to on a spike, she placed it on the desk and reached up again and took down the top of the spike. She then took out a stack of note books from the shelving units and these were placed beside the business cards. She placed the spike into the rucksack and that was closely followed by the stack of note books. She then opened the top draw of her desk and took out a long zipped wallet, in which was a fibre optic camera and an endoscope controllable extender. The next few wallets out of the drawers all had her precision toolkits in. These were used in her job as an Independent Security consultant. From the second draw down she took a twenty centimetre long by ten centimetre wide by fifteen centimetre deep black box with a large coil of thin cables protruding from one end. She smiled as she remembered the fun she has had with that little box of tricks. The next item she took out was a small LCD screen and the control box for the endoscope. From the very back of the draw she took the two chargers which were plugged into a four socket extension block. She turned to Sandra and said, “Could you unplug the charger from the socket behind the bedside cabinet, and throw me the entire unit?”
She watched Sandra move and smiled at one of the closest friends she had excluding Jum and Wong, as she unplugged the adaptor. Sandra threw the adaptor then the charger plate to her which she caught, reconnected the wire to the plate and then placed it in the same side pocket as the pens and pencils. She then moved around the chair and opened the second draw on the opposite side of the desk where she took out two hard cases one got slipped down the back of the current rucksack. The second was slid into the other side pocket, a third hard box went into the front pocket.
At this the rucksack was pretty much full and she pulled the draw string and then closed the top and clipped it down. She laid the rucksack down flat on the desk. She then opened the second rucksack and placed it on the ground. She knelt down and opened the bottom draw of the left hand side. From the bottom drawer she took her most prized possession, a Delt XA2000 Tablet Computer with full-speed wireless networking and an ultra-high-resolution touch screen. She placed the tablet into its protective bag which was underneath it. The bag with the Tablet in was slid into the open rucksack. She then stood and disconnected the Laptop from the hard-line network and unplugged the power pack from the six plug extension block located on the back of the desk. She slipped both the power pack and NetCams into the side pocket, these items were joined by a wireless trackball mouse. She then bent down and took a second protective bag and slipped the laptop into that and this package was then slipped into the rucksack in front of the tablet. She pulled ten books from the bottom shelf forward and out of the shelving unit, these were placed on the desk, she then took two DDD cases which were hidden behind the books out and these ended up in the rucksack in front of the laptop.
“This is still half empty, anything else,” said Sandra said as she finished digging the clothes out from under the bed and cupboard.
“Yes, the bedside table,” she said as he moved, carrying the first rucksack, to the wardrobe, and opened it. She bent down and dragged the base unit which was hidden inside out. She grabbed the top handle belonging to a removable drive day and pulled it forward and out from the base unit, she did the same to the one beneath the first. She placed the two drives on the ground. She then went to the rucksack opening the top going into the main pocket of the rucksack where she took out one of the small zipped wallets. She opened it and removed a cross-head screwdriver. She then switched the base unit off. After the computer had powered down she disconnected all the cables from the back and then removed the whole base unit so she could unscrew the back and remove the cover. When the cover was off she unscrewed the removable hard drive bays and took then out.
“Drinks!” was called up the stairs by Abs.
“Thanks, be down in a minute,” she called back and went back to re-placing the cover on the base unit.
“Finished,” said Sandra standing up from beside the bed.
“Thanks hun, I should be done in a couple of minutes, I need these two drives as they contain my life’s projects and all my personal data. Can you take those two rucksacks downstairs for me?” She pointed to the two large rucksacks. “Not these two,” she said, pointing to the two small bags.
“Ok,” replied Sandra as she heaved one of the two large rucksacks onto her back and grabbed the other one only to put it back down.
She finished replacing the cover and slid the base unit back into its home in the wardrobe. She picked up the completed bays and stuffed them into the top of the rucksack holding the tablet and laptop. She grabbed her second wallet from under the pillow where she hid it, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of the leather jacket she was wearing. She also grabbed her favourite fleece and night combat jacket from the hooks beside the door and stuffed them into a plastic bag.
As she left her bedroom she grabbed the long bag that sat beside the door, her weapons of choice when it came to the armed close fighting, her short staves. The pair had been given to her by Jum and Wong when she had left Jarrzar. She carried them and the bags out and left them on the landing. She went into her parents’ bedroom and to her mum’s bedside table, where she opened the drawer, and removed a large wad of deck notes. This too ended up in the inside pocket. When she exited the room she saw Sandra carrying the second rucksack down the stairs. She headed for the bathroom and took her razor and shaving gel from the cupboard. She opened the airing cupboard and took down one of the numerous small bath bags into which went the razor and gel along with her toothbrush and a couple of face clothes. She took from her towel holder her face towel. She then turned and took both her freshly aired bath towels from the airing cupboard, she also took her green towelling robe and closed the airing cupboard door. She walked out grabbing the two small rucksacks and other bags. She followed Sandra down the stairs and placed all the bags beside the front door. She then turned right and joined her new friends having her last drink of coffee at her old home.
Just as she was leaving, she picked up the notebook which was left by the phone and wrote a note to her mum and dad -
I am OK mum and dad, but I need to find where I am supposed to be and the person I am supposed to be.
Don’t worry, I have found some new friends, and the stories you hear from school about the incidents are true, it was me and my new friends cleaning house. By the time you read this I will have cleaned out my bank account. Don’t bother to look for me — you won’t find me — when I am ready I will find you.
I’ve also nicked all the money in the house. Total about 1700dks. I pledge as your offspring that I will repay you the whole sum as soon as I am able to.
Nick/Nibs
She left the note on the coffee table, picked up the rucksack which contained her laptop and Tablet computer. She then closed the door on her old life forever, she took her house keys off her key-ring and posted them through the letterbox. She turned and joined her new friends who were standing in the driveway waiting for her to join them. When she had climbed on behind Sandra she looked back at the house, sad that she had been forced to run-away, but she was also happy she was in control of her actions and she knew what she would be doing. For some unknown reason she knew this was the life she was suppose to lead. Abs, Tina and Paul each carrying one of Nibs’ rucksacks. Her bathroom equipment and plastic bag were in the box on Paul’s bike.
By 05:00AN that day she had transferred 3000dks she had her main bank account into her Street Ghost account and ordered a Street Ghost Debit Card. She smiled when she remembered Uthura telling her, ‘the Street Ghost Bank is officially called the 10th Bank of Echo Tech City. All Full Street Ghosts when they are sponsored get an account opened and the account number is your password to the system. The bank has regular customers, but the entire upper management are retired Street Ghosts.’ Outside the seventh Surra National Bank, she checked her Street Ghost Account, and saw it had 14,000 decks ready available funds. ‘I need to email Damien and tell him that I’m now a full ghost.’
At about 06:00AN, Sandra and her drove slowly past her old home and saw mum sitting in the chair crying, a City Security car was parked behind the car mum used to get to work. Dad had his arm wrapped around her and sat on the other sofa was a Security officer and walking into the room she saw a second. She felt a tear welled up in her eye which she had to wipe away.
“How long before you plan to see them?” came over the communication system from Sandra.
“No idea. How long is a piece of string? When I am ready to.”
The two said nothing until they got back to Home Base.
“Shopping tomorrow.” She had a happy smile on her face.
“Yeah, shopping and you become a true Gangrel.”
*****
The pair walked through the front door after parking Sandra’s bike in the under-house garage. She saw Paul lounging in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace. Tina and Abs were sat at the breakfast bar, drinking a hot drink and quietly chatting and laughing together. Sat on the comfy sofas around the coffee table was Darla with her back to the front door. Sat on the floor in front of her were the twins, Angel and Damieel. Sat on one of the other sofas was someone she had seen hanging out with the Footbaal team. She had no idea who he was, as she never took any notice of who was in the team. The only members she knew the names of were the main bullies.
Sandra turned towards her so she could take her jacket, and saw her face and the look of ‘what the hell is he doing here?’
“Oh shit, we forgot to tell you Nibs. Allow me to introduce Gary Sutherland, the only member of the Vixens not to be at the party over the weekend,” Sandra responded to her angry face.
“As I think it would be bad protocol to give him what for, I’ll leave it,” she whispered angrily in Sandra’s ear.
Paul looked up and around to see Nibs slamming the front door hard, with Nibs on the outside. “Gary?” he asked Sandra looking quizzical.
Sandra replied with a nodded yes. “Right.”
”I’ll explain the politics. I’ll leave you to talk to Gary.”
”Ok.”
At this point he noticed Gary had looked up from reading the Surra National Times. He guessed Gary was wondering why his name had been said and no one had said hi or anything else.
”Gary,” he said, “You remember Sandra asked about Nick joining the Vixens?”
“Yeah,” replied Gary.
“Nick said yes, except it’s Nibola Calton, not Nick we gained as a member.”
“Oh! I poked my head around the canteen door and saw you lot sat where The Gorillas normally sat, I also saw The Hunk go sprawling after the new female with you had landed the knee.”
“Yes her.”
*****
Outside, Nibs sat on the top step and started to roll a fresh Cambar cigarette.
Sandra walked out behind her, closed the front door and sat beside her. “Sorry hun we should have told you about Gary this morning but it did slip my mind.”
“Well at least he never hurt me either physically or emotionally. He just stood there and allowed it to happen. Which is just as bad,” she said putting the Cambar cigarette into her mouth and flicked her lighter to light the tip. She then took a deep draw through the Cambar cigarette.
“True and he never would have done anything to hurt you,” replied Sandra. “As a Gangrel he respects all life except those we are paid to hurt or those who want to hurt us or our friends.”
There was a pause.
“I guess you have no idea concerning gang politics and the regulations we as Gang members live under at the school and in general society?” continued Sandra.
“No I don’t. They never really bothered me until now.”
“Let me explain how the youth culture works at the school and throughout Suraban. The Footbaal Team or as they are known on the streets ‘The Aces’, run the student side of the school, they vet all the hall monitors, and such. As a side-line some of the members bully those who are weaker or those who stand out as different. They also hate the Gangrels ‘cause they get their butts handed to them regularly when Gangrel units are hired to help other gangs kick their arses in battle, something to do with them being arrogant. Simon and a couple more teachers belong to an organisation called Central which makes sure the various gangs, which the school has seven at the last count, don’t declare open war when on school grounds.”
She looked questionably as Sandra.
“Yes, Simon, we had a smoke with, he’s the main contact Central has in the school. From what we as Gangrels know it’s an organisation set up by the city government about 15 years ago to oversee the affairs of the youths and young adults until about the age of 24. As Suraban has always had a high percentage of Street Gangs a lot of the work is at making sure they don’t break the laws of Suraban and Surra. As both the Gangrels and the Aces are members we follow Central’s rules concerning firearms and things like that. Frodar evening’s fun with the Vents, all the bullets we were carrying.”
“Were blanks,” she responded, “I noticed that when you passed me the 77.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra, “A school rule enforced by Central is that the various Gangs are forbidden to help a member of the student body who is not a listed member of the same gang.”
“I see now, with that rule what you did was the most you could do.”
“Yes,” said Sandra. “You probably already guessed that the pistols we all carry are armed with live rounds.”
“I actually hadn’t noticed to be honest.”
“That is a blatant breaking of the rules that all weapons unless you are heading to a War Zone or to a free fire zone or an area designated as a live fire area, must be loaded with blanks.”
“Why break that rule?” she asked questionly.
“A few years ago Central ran a group called Centra. Basically Centra was Central’s policing arm. Except Centra got accused of corruption, Central investigated and dissolved the force. Queen Sarah, our leader, now, back then she had just been transferred from the Bitch Vixens to one of the Command Units, had been negotiating privately with the leadership of Central that should Centra be dissolved the Gangrels become the policing force. Central signed the contract instructing The Gangrels be Central’s policing force two months after the disbandment of Centra. Within the contract are instructions concerning certain rules, like the carrying of live rounds in our weapons and the positioning of hides on the bikes or other vehicles were lost in the neither worlds.”
She then offered the Cambar cigarette to Sandra, who took it and removed her lighter from her pouch so she could relight it.
After taking a draw Sandra continued, “Central like the Street Ghost world respects the Gangrels Street Gang for the simple reason, we understand the responsibility of carrying weapons and live ammo. All members are also trained in how to handle firearms ranging from pistols to heavy machine guns responsibly.” She looked at Sandra with a face saying how come. “I should say all Gangrels spend thirteen weekends at command up in South Docks District learning how to be a Gangrel, but with people like yourself , it’s pointless you know how to handle a weapon and how to defend yourself. A big part of it is learning how to be safe with firearms and also marksmanship. I can triple tap a human sized target, with my Tard Kinetic 44 Heavy Automatic, and stop him dead at 150metres.”
“You’ll stop most people dead with one bullet fired from that cannon,” she responded wearing a smile. “I think I see now, but that still don’t explain Gary inside.”
“Gary, a full member of the Gangrels with one and a half years front line combat experience with the South Blue Ridge Maulers and six months with us the Bitch Vixens, has a good set of legs and is an excellent Tight Receiver and had been playing for two years previous to the Aces arriving. When the footbaal team arrived after the summer holidays a couple of years ago, everyone on the old team was put on notice that you either join or we put you in hospital. Gary was going to quit, he played because he enjoyed playing, but under the new regime he found it very difficult to continue. He was specifically asked by the coach to stay on the team. With the hatred the Aces have for us Gary keeps his Gangrel membership a secret.”
“Now I understand,” she said.
*****
“I must say she has some nice moves. I hear she broke his nose with the knee.” Gary said.
When Nibs and Sandra had finished taking outside, Sandra opened the door and walked in slightly ahead of her. When the door had opened the silence that fell over the room was palpable.
Darla turned to look at the pair saying, “Hi Nibs, good day I hear?”
As she walked in she saw that Darla was holding two long leashes which were attached to the collars Angel and Damieel wore.
She handed her jacket to Sandra who took them and the shoulder holsters to their room.
Gary said, she realised he was trying to break the silence that had descended, “I must say, nice knee young…” Gary paused for a noticeable second, “lady” continued Gary.
“Why thank you Gary,” she replied.
“Some introductions are in order I think.” Paul said realizing that Nibs had been told who Gary was, wasn’t going to say anything and other than him telling Gary who Nibs was and had been was also not willing to be the first to break the silence. “Nibola Calton also known as Nibs, this is Gary Sutherland, Gary Nibs,” Paul then paused for a bit and continued, “yeah, that’s a good point, where were you on Frodar night?”
“I was stuck at a footbaal event and spent the entire weekend celebrating the league win. I have to play a maximum of three more games before I can be free of that fucking bunch of twats,” answered Gary.
Nibs just burst out laughing when she realized Gary either was playing dum or he had no idea who she had been. “I think a slightly better introduction is in order,” she said. “Before I came to the party on Frodar I was known as Nicholas Calton, the guy, you and those twats use to bully at school.”
“Fecking hell!” Gary exclaimed. “You have got to be kidding.”
“No we ain’t, Gary,” interjected Sandra as she walked back into the living room.
She guessed playing along as when she looked at her she winked, “this is the same person.”
“Feck, I still don’t believe it.” With this he stood and walked past the cross sofa. When he was in front of her he went down on bended knee, “I apologise to you Nick for the hell that I may have put you through.” Gary stood sticking his hand out and before Nibs could say anything, “and welcome Nibola Calton,” he moved and whispered in her ear, “I hope I can call you Nibs.” As he moved back he went back to his normal voice, “to your new life as a Gangrel.”
She stood there in complete shock, “I was going to tell you off for calling me Nick, but then I realized what you were doing, certainly, everyone else knows me as Nibs.”
Abs got up and headed for where the coffee percolator was stood, empty. She then heard the water running as she headed for the pile of bean bags and cushions. Sandra followed her and sat in the one of the two arm chairs, closest to where she was sitting.
“Thank you, Nibs,” replied Gary as he sat back down looking relieved.
“When I saw you I weren’t sure who you were, but seeing as you were with Paul and Sandra, and had taken ‘The Hunk’ himself down, I made myself scarce.”
“I only wanted ‘The Hunk’ and Detrick, Simoine was an added bonus.”
As she sat down she took her PDU from her pouch and looked at the charge meter, which was reading almost empty. She got back up and walked to the bedroom where she removed the charger block from the rucksack and clipped the PDU into it. She then returned to the living room, only to see Sandra had nicked where she had been, leaving the arm chair free. She plugged the charger into the four plug wall socket that was beside the fireplace and placed the charger and PDU with the rest of the mobiles on the mantel piece.
She sat in the arm chair smiling at Sandra who was smiling back. Sandra moved so to sit beside her left leg, resting her head on her left thigh. Abs brought over a tray on which was a hot drink for everyone.
The conversation went from subject to subject until Gary said, “My weekend wasn’t all that bad, I did make contact with a Street Dealer at Samueal’s celebration on Savraday, and from that meeting, he contacted me yesterday and has offered us some Street Ghost work even though we are only associates.”
“Oh, who’s employing?” she asked
“Who the target?” asked Paul.
Everyone’s head turned to look at Gary.
“The Street Dealer wants some computer files from an low security office block in Eban Hill district. He said it was paying 10,000 each member plus up to 10,000 deck expenses account,” replied Gary
“Who’s the target?” asked Darla.
“The law firm of Juliet and Daughters.”
“Interesting,” she said as she took out her tin and loaded her patar. She then took the lighter which was tied to the arm and lit the flame and took a draw from the patar.
“What is Hun?” asked Sandra and turned her head to look at her face.
“I’m wondering what the law firm is working on to warrant a Street Ghost team going in,” she said. “Gary do you know who is employing?” She then took a second draw from the patar. She then offered the pipe to Sandra, who showed the Cambar cigarette she had. She then took the last draw from the pipe and then reached over and emptied it in the ash tray.
“The Street Dealer said Ittsu Tech is the employer. I think he has more information when we accept,” replied Gary.
“Mm,” she said, “What is Ittsu doing that warrants a law firm having information they want.”
“True,” said Tina.
Sandra reached up and grabbed her collar and dragged her head down to where her head was, “It’s getting late, and I’m tired hun. It’s been a long few days,” whispered Sandra into her ear over a stifled yawn.
“Yeah me too.” She also covered a yawn. They got up both saying, “Night everyone,” as they moved towards the bedrooms.
“When you next down this way Gary?” she asked
“Not tomorrow, on Ulleam, I’ve got deliveries tomorrow and I think dad wants me to run some errands on Ulleam morning,” replied Gary as he stood and joined Darla and the Twins in getting their jackets from the hooks in the bedroom corridor.
“Oh yeah Darla. I’m having a girls shopping trip, you’re invited.”
“Ok, ring me in the morning when you have decided where you are going, and we three,” as Darla indicated Angel, Damieel and herself, “Shall join the fun. And I bet it is going to be fun.”
*****
As Sandra and her left the living room she said, “I would have thought Darla would have left the twins at home tomorrow if they have been bad.”
“Nah, Darla will punish them tonight and that will be the last of it.”
“Ok.” She followed Sandra to her room.
Sandra closed the door of her bedroom to the outside world. She then grabbed her around the neck and kissed her passionately on the lips. She returned the invitation and the two of them spun around until they both fell over the bed and landed with her on the bottom and Sandra on top. Sandra pinned both of her arms to the bed and sat on her stomach. She then dragged them together above her head. She was playfully fighting her trying to get her hands free.
Even though Nibs was only play fighting Sandra could feel Nibs’ strength. Her muscles were tight and well toned. She removed one hand when the other hand had hold of both of Nibs’ wrists. She reached over and opened a drawer in her bedside cabinet, removing a couple of hand cuffs and cuffed both of Nibs’ hands to the end of the bed all the time smiling evilly.
The rest of the night was full of interesting fun.
Chapter 8
Torbar 18th Juwar
Sandra heard a noise from the area around her wardrobe, slowly opened her eyes to look a pair of dark blue cords. “Uhhmmmm, Paul!” her tone was, ‘what do you want in there’.
“Sorry sis, I need to find the Jhann box.”
“It’s in your bedside cupboard.”
“Oh yeah, I remember now, sorry.” Paul ran out of the bedroom.
She looked at the disappearing form as a pillow was launched at his back, with some power behind it.
“What the heck!” exclaimed Paul as Nibs’ head appeared from under the covers.
“Sorry Paul. I have no idea where I got that strength from, it just happened,” responded Nibs in apologetic tones.
“Not to worry,” replied Paul and Paul’s head appeared around the door frame, “it was only a pillow.”
“Do you mind,” she said suddenly, “the Gangrels may have a uni sex policy that covers all genders and perceived, but Nibs has lead a sheltered life, now get and let us up or the next thing flying will be my fist, and you’re yet to beat me bro.”
“I know. I’m gone.” Paul then reached in and pulled the door shut
Nibs blinked a couple of times and then rubbed the sleep clear from her eyes.
Sandra said when she had sat up on her elbows, “3 inches left and you would have hit his back.”
“That’s not bad for eyes closed and only hearing Paul’s voice and footsteps.”
“That isn’t.”
She looked at the clock, it read 10.30BN. “What’s the Jhann Box?”
“It’s the Vixens alter box,” replied Sandra.
“Alter box?”
“Yeah both Paul and Tina follow the Path of Paygan.”
”Now I understand. Do you follow it too, hun?”
Sandra replied as she took the Cambar cigarette from the bedside table on her side as well as the lighter, “Not as closely as Paul or Tina, but I do take part in the ceremonies and rites. How about you sweet?”
“I don’t follow a specific mythos or path as such, I mix and match bits from a lot of the traditional mythos, especially ones native to Jarrzar and that area.”
She sat up properly, took the half-smoked Cambar cigarette from her side’s bedside table ashtray, lit it, and took a draw from it.
“Garribon mu tunni Sandra san,” she said out of the blue.
“What did you just say, hun?” asked Sandra after taking a draw and expelling the smoke.
”I love you, Sandra in Street Jarrzarian,” she replied. “I’m fluent in all Jarrzarian from the High stuff you would speak to people from above your station, to Street which is what 80% of Jarrzar speaks.”
“Bloody hell, you are a person of many talents, Nibola,” responded Sandra as she swung her legs out and stood up. Sandra removed her blue bath robe from the corner of the bed and slipped it on.
“You going to get up, I’m planning on making you a little more feminine today, like plucking your eyebrows and generally getting rid of your unwanted hair.” Sandra headed out of the bedroom and across the corridor to the bathroom.
She could hear the running of water.
“Ok hun.” She swung her legs out, grabbed her green bath robe from the corner of the bed and slipped it on. She followed Sandra across the passageway to the bathroom, when upon entering she closed the door and sat on the side of the bath.
Sandra turned around and saw her sitting on the edge of the bath. Sandra turned back and took out from the cupboard a pair of tweezers, then she turned to face her and said, ”Look up at me and close your eyes hun.”
She closed her eyes and looked up at Sandra while she started to remove the unwanted hair from her eyebrows.
After a short period of sharp spikes of pain, from Sandra pulling and shaping the brows, she stopped and said, “Open your eyes and look.”
She opened her eyes and saw a mirror in front of her face showing the new shape and style of her eyebrows. She smiled as her eyes actually looked feminine rather than the mess they had been.
Sandra stooped, checked the temperature of the water with her hand turning the cold tap off. Sandra turned back to the cupboard and took from the top of the cupboard above the sink an incense stick, which she lit and placed in a holder on the toilet cistern. Sandra checked the water again and turned the hot tap off, untied the belt which held her bathrobe closed, it slipped to the ground and she climbed into the bath. “You getting in here?”
“Yeah.” She untied her bathrobe and it joined Sandra’s on the floor. She climbed in and sat between Sandra’s legs. The bath was surprising bigger than it looked stood looking down at it. Both of them had their legs outstretched. Sandra wrapped her arms around her waist and nibbled her ear. She smiled and reached behind her and sent her hand down.
After twenty minutes sitting in the bath enjoying each other’s company, Sandra and her heard a bike engine start then after it revved high they heard a loud clunk and the engine died.
“Oh crap, that don’t sound good” said Sandra. “I wonder whose bike that was?”
“Bloody thing.” They heard through the open bathroom window.
Both of them said “Abs,” in answer to Sandra’s question.
*****
After about an hour of relaxing in a lovely hot bath Sandra got out, took a couple of towels from the airing cupboard and wrapped one around her upper body. She left the second one on the closed toilet. After Sandra had got out, she had moved back so she was leaning against the slopped end of the bath. She was still smiling, it not having changed since Sandra had finished her eyebrows. Sandra opened the cupboard door, removing her shaving stuff and said when she was again facing her, “Would you lift your left leg and put it on the edge of the bath please.”
”Ok.” She did as she had been told to. Sandra then spent the next half hour shaving her legs, arms and her private areas. When Sandra had stood up after finishing the area around her groin, she got out, patted herself down and put her bathrobe on. She headed into the bedroom, and collected her wash-kit from the top of the dresser. She returned to the bath room, and saw Sandra, just topping hairs as they appeared. She ran a washing bowl full of water and shaved her face very close.
It was about 13.00BN when the pair walked into the living room dressed and ready for shopping, only to have the front door slam open, and an annoyed Abs storm in from the driveway. The living room itself was in a state which Paul was sorting out slowly.
“What happened here?” asked Sandra.
“Paul,” replied Tina who was sat at the breakfast bar.
“Arh.”
She walked into the kitchen area. “Coffee, love?”
“No thanks. I’ll do us both a chai,” replied Sandra as she followed her into the area and shooed her out.
“Oh, thanks.” She was wearing a shocked expression on her face. She then headed for the mantle piece and took her PDU off charge, powering it up.
Abs was stood over the sink washing her hands. “Looks like I’m not going shopping today!”
“Oh why not?” she asked as she looked up from sitting on the sofa. She tapped the NetViewer and after it had loaded and displayed her designed BlackNet home page, where she looked at her BlackNet inbox which was the top item on the page under the titles.
“My bike’s timing chain came loose and has gotten lodged in the cam casing.”
“Was that the clunk we heard earlier?” asked Sandra whilst waiting for the milk to heat up on the cooker.
“Yes it was,” replied Abs very angrily.
“Hun,” replied Tina. “You’re riding pillion with me. We can get your bike fixed later or tomorrow.”
She looked up saying after seeing a couple of new messages, but they weren’t from either Jum or Wong. “I’ll give you a hand with it. I’m pretty good with electronic and mechanical things, especially security systems.” She had a smile on her face as she opened the top one and clicked the link that sent her to YoungTrans site. She opened the site’s own inbox and opened the unread message, it read — ‘Hi, I just heard about your excellent news, I hope to see you on the scene soon. Mike.’
Both Tina and Abs looked at Nibs and said simultaneously, “What?”
“Yeah, I break into a people’s houses and then upgrade the security system. I was planning on either going into the freelance business testing security systems or joining one of the big security companies when I finished college.” She then tapped her PDU’s stylus on the button which would take her to the various forum boards after she had made a note to reply to Mike’s email.
“Hell yeah,” exclaimed Abs. “We’ve found her. The one person we needed in the team.”
After a few seconds Paul remembered what Nibs had said yesterday at school. “That’s how you were able to recognize a professional job on the camera.”
”Yeah,” said Nibs and nodded. “You do know that to be taken seriously in the Street Ghost world you need to hold full Street Ghost licences.”
“Yes,” replied Sandra from the kitchen. “As Gangrels when we turn 18 all we have to do is ask and one of the adult members to sponsors us.”
“All of the Vixens know how to handle themselves in a fight, both with and without firearms. We are professional, well trained and well armed. The HK 77 you had on Frodar is one of our standard firearms for most of our combat work.” Abs continued, “We also use M22 Assault Carbines.”
“Our Associate Street Ghost listing says we are an all-girl team,” said Paul smiling as the news.
“An all-girl team?”
“Yeah, the team used to include just me, but six months ago Gary joined us as a member, we are honorary girls. We both have to wear battle makeup and try to look as fem as possible. It’s kind of fun as we scare most of the local gangs when we are out in full Goth battle dress,” said Paul.
“I bet you do,” she responded. “Two big hulking girls, how come Gary only joined six months ago?” she requested whilst looking down the main topics displayed. Nibs selected one called Corporate No-Nos.
“Ask Gary that, Nibs, he loves telling people who ask.”
“Ok as long as your there too hun.” Scanned through the list of various No-Nos
“Ok”, replied Sandra. As Sandra started she looked up and saw her walking towards the sofas carrying two cups both had steam rising from them. “Seven months ago, the Black Snake gang from North Hills were challenged to a War Zone by the Red Wing gang from Western Beeches. The Black Snakes contacted us, the Bitch Vixens and two other Gangrel units to support their leader's plan of attack. Red Wing got wind of the contact, somehow, but had no idea which Gangrel units had been employed. The plan called for the Vixens to launch an assault on the centre zone with Gary’s and Tybias Mitten’s units to our left and right respectively. The overall plan was to have the Vixens and the other units’ assault first with the support of the Black Snakes.”
She walked to the sofa and sat in what had become her usual seat the corner one nearest the wall and door to the bed room corridor. She looked through the long list of No-Nos and at the end hadn’t found anything on the situation between Ittsu and the law firm. ‘I wonder why not.’ She tapped the post button and scribbed a message to the board asking is anyone had any information on what Ittsu was up to at the moment. The message also asked for information on the Law Firm and the general security setup at the company’s offices.
“One problem was that the Red Wings tried to second-guess the plan and placed the bulk of their forces facing Gary’s unit. Tybias blasted through the defences in record time. We were taking some fire from the left and could see that Gary’s unit faced a lot of the defences. We asked Tybias’ unit to turn left and mop up our assault zone which was falling apart, whilst we moved in support of Gary’s unit, which we did, in the end the combined assault of the Vixens coming in on the flank. The fire base Gary's unit and the supporting Black Snakes had set up proved to be too much for the Red Wings, who retreated. At the time the leader of the Red Wings had thought he had lost the battle badly.”
Paul continued after lighting a blunt, “I think Darla contacted him a little while later and let him know he had bloodied the Black Snakes and almost destroyed to the last man a high ranked B+ Assault Unit. We are talking Gary's unit was almost an A-rated Gangrel unit. From what Darla said his reaction to this news was more shock and surprise than anything else. She also added that he shouldn’t be too disappointed as not many gangs can say they survived a major assault by three Gangrel units working in conjunction with support forces. To finish how Gary joined the Vixens - only four members of his unit survived, and they had a twelve man unit to start with. One member died before Darla could get to him to stabilize his wounds, the other two got patched up but they left active service and have not yet returned.”
She then opened her BlackNet email and selected compose message and sent one to Damien saying that she was about to enter the Biz with a new team from the high school she went to.
”In the scheme of Street Gang politics and money, hiring two A-rated Gangrel units and a high B+-rated one was a coup for the Black Snakes. Major cudos with the local Gangs,” added Abs.
”A-rated?” she asked.
”Yeah, Gangrel units are rated according to their professionalism, training and basic equipment. The Vixens are one of the top A-rated units. Gary’s was and Tybias’ units is also rated quite highly and have a good reputation on the streets,” answered Paul.
“My next question may sound stupid, but where do the gangs buy weapons and equipment from?”
“Most gangs have been in existence for quite a while, and a lot of it is done through fences or the Black or Grey markets, but some gangs go to Battle Zone Supplies in the North of the city, which is a major arms supplier to the gangs and Ghost communities,” replied Sandra.
“I know about Battle Zone Supplies.” She then asked, “What about money?”
“How do gangs operate, black market, ransoms, and other semi-legal money-making schemes,” replied Tina, “most try and hide there illegal activities from Central and their investigators which if the rumours I’ve heard are true then it should become a came of cat and moulzua, where Central and the Gangrels are the cats and the Gangs are the Moulzuai.”
“Plus the Gangrels think some gangs are also sponsored by the corps,” said Abs, “and Gary thinks the Aces are one of those.”
“I think some gang members supply their own weapons directly from the corporate military supply centres,” said Paul, “Some of the weapons we’ve seen have been too modern to be supplied by the other methods.”
After spending twenty minutes chatting and laughing at some of the battles that the Bitch Vixens had had, and some of the places she had ‘upgraded’.
Sandra and her stood up and headed for the bedroom to finish getting ready. Thirty minutes later the pair walked back into the living room, both looking drop dead gorgeous Giths. Each was wearing the opposite, where she wore black, Sandra wore deep purple, and where Sandra had black she had deep purple. The makeup was one of sultry drop dead gorgeous Gith
“We ready then?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah we are,” both Abs and Tina said as they headed for their room.
“Where are you three talking me then?”
“The Harliquanis Shopping Mall in South Peninsula District, the best mall to go to for Githic clothing outlets and the surrounding back streets house the best other specialist outlets in the alternative lifestyles. The only problem is that it also has several famous CHM (Corporate Housing Members) outlets heavily used by the CHM posse, which generally make for some interesting times. That’s a good point how much money have you got to play with?” Sandra asked.
“Cash, seventeen hundred, Bank, fourteen thousand.” She smiled a little as she remembered research work and the other lessons and things she had learnt from Cameron’s Raiders.
“Fourteen thousand!” exclaimed Paul and he just stared at her, “How come?”
“Seven thousand for some research work I’ve done for people. Four thousand from the security upgrades, and three thousand for my allowance.”
“Ok, that’s damn good pay for research work,” said Paul.
“The research work included finding information about high security installations and similar.”
“Ok,” said Paul.
“Anyone rung Darla yet?” asked Sandra.
“Not yet.” replied Tina as she walked back in wearing her leather jacket. She grabbed her mobile from the mantle piece, she quick-dialled Darla and told her where they were going.
As the four girls walked out of the house and down the stairs to where the bikes were kept. Abs’ in pieces to one side of the driveway. Sandra and Tina walked into the garage and wheeled their bikes out into the fresh air.
“Nibs you can drive,” said Sandra to her.
“I’m not legal to drive.”
“Like we give a shit,” responded Tina as she stood the bike on its kick stand, “The Bitch Vixens all ride so you might as well get used to it and get some practice at it.” Tina slid her gloves over her hands.
Sandra smiled at her and handed her a pair of biker gloves. She put them on and flexed her fingers and walked towards Sandra’s bike which like Tina’s was on its kick stand.
“Ok, at some point I’m going to need a bike I guess,” she said
“Yeah, I guess so,” responded Sandra, sounding a bit disappointed, which she picked up on and gave her a quick kiss on her check.
Paul stood on the veranda and said, “See you guys later.” He turned and walked back into the house and closed the door.
She lifted her left leg over the seat taking the motorbike off its kick stand, this being her second time of riding, she balanced the weight between her legs. The first time she had driven it, she was on a party high, fuelled by the Cambar and the entry into the true unknown world. Using her right boot she flicked out the kick start. She then stood on it and pushed hard against the resistance in the starter motor. The engine caught. As the engine fired into life she twisted the throttle which fed more fuel into the air stream, revved the engine to make sure it had started. When the bike engine had settled into a purr Sandra handed her the communication system. Which she placed the ear piece in her ear and wrapped the microphone band around her neck, making sure it was resting against her voice box. “Testing, one, two, three.” came over the earpiece.
“Everyone hear that?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah,” came the response from the three girls.
Tina straddled her bike then like her, slammed the kick start down and started her bike. Abs climbed behind Tina. Sandra joined her on her bike. The two bikes’ engines revved in unison, and both drivers selected first gear, released the clutch and pulled up the driveway away from the under-house garage, the engine sounds echoing off the wooden clad walls of the house and surrounding houses. They turned left into the minor street that ran in front of Paul’s and Sandra’s house. This being the second time in daylight and not on a party fuel high. She looked up and down the street, quite a few houses up and down the street looked as if they were derelict. She could see that people still lived in them from the washing lines or cars, bikes and kids’ toys that sat in front gardens. Home Base and the one opposite were the only ones that still had all the windows and were painted. Most of the houses had at least one window broken, or most of the front windows boarded up, after being broken by vandals or local street gangs.
Sandra’s voice came over the communication system. “Most of the houses on both sides are used by drug users as squats or ultra-low income families,” Sandra said to her as she looked around at the run-down state of the neighbourhood.
“Corporate politics and profit margins must be maintained, I guess,” she responded her face being one of ‘what have they done to deserve this type of life’.
“What’s even worse is most of the families used to work for the corporations before job cutbacks, or they got too old to be economical to retrain in the new ways of doing business,” said Tina in response to her statement.
“The more I see of this side of city life, the more I hate the corporations and the more I want to get even somehow.”
“Snap,” said Sandra.
Sat outside the house on the right hand side behind the houses on the main road were three gents, all looking high on something. The front door slammed open and out staggered a female, looking as if she was on the upside of a high, as she slumped down on the steps that led to the house, happy and contented.
“What gets dealt in there?” she asked.
“No idea,” answered Abs.
As the bikes slowed and indicated left at the junction to head for the start of IC7, the four girls saw a three-trailer road train driving towards then coming from the direction of IC7. The truck driver pulled the horn and stuck his fist out of the window in salute when he saw the girls and the bikes. Tina, closely followed by her, pressed the buttons that sounded the bike horns, returning the salute until the tractor had passed them. After the last trailer passed, Tina was the first to accelerate to cross the road, she followed and accelerated down the main road.
*****
As she followed Tina down the road, her eyes were glancing around taking things in, her improve vision seeing the little things that made the neighbourhood tick. As they passed one corner she saw one Ajzarian gent subutelly handing a package to a female from Deebina. She also noticed the state of the houses, apartments and tenantment blocks. She knew a lot of the problems were down to the corporations control of the world government and the various country governments. She saw that both sides of the street were lined with run-down apartment complexes, small disused stores, and derelict town houses. Most were either burnt out or had the ground and first floors windows broken and or they had been completely removed. Only a few small convenience stores were still open and even these had some form of screening for the windows. A couple of low-C-ranked Mini malls also ran the normal 26hr service. She saw that stood close to the door in one was a security person, probably employed and trained by the corporation owning the store. The street life was one of survival more than anything, and trash recycling of the corporate enclaves that dotted the area.
The two motor-bikes travelled down the main road towards the start of IC7, they drove past two of the best known sites in South Central; South Central Free Fire, an area where the local and corporate security forces don’t go unless they have massive backup. The other was Diaballibo Tech Corporate Enclave. The entire enclave was surrounded by a ten-foot high wall topped with cartal razor wire and covered 691,412square metres. As she looked around she noticed the camera on the top of the wall, near the corner of the wall, tracked them as they approached and as the passed it kept them in sight. About 100 yards from the corner was a fully-manned security checkpoint she glanced at the checkpoint and saw two security personal stood on the borders and they were again watching the bikes. As they approached, at probably around 75metres away, she was able to determine what assault rifles they were carrying, D-300s with smart scopes attached to the carrying handle. This fact immediately rang alarm bells in her head. As the bikes passed, she glanced at the gap in the wall and saw a sand bag gun emplacement and a security armoured vehicle.
“Touchy,” she stated over the communication system.
“Yeah slightly. Did you see the camera, it tracked us,” stated Sandra in response.
“Did you see the firepower the guards were carrying?” responded Abs, “Full assault rifles with what looked like smart scopes.”
“I did, I also looked in to the compound, they also had what looked like a full gun emplacement and a security armoured vehicle, with I think a 30mm cannon. That’s some serious firepower,” she replied. The alarm bells stopped, as what she had read a couple of weeks earlier on the BlackNet Forums concerning a massive raid on a Tech enclave clicked. The assault rifles, the gun emplacement and security vehicle meant it’s either happened and they are making sure no one comes to finish the job or they have gotten wind of it and are making sure that when it does happen they are stopped dead. “Someone is planning a hit or one has just happened,” she said.
“You watchaing the road, hun,” said Sandra to her after tapping her on the shoulder.
She shook her head, clearing the thought processes, and went back to concentrating on the thing at hand, driving the bike. “Sorry, miles away.”
“I guessed.”
*****
The bikes travelled on past low-income apartment blocks, low-priced hotels, and other amenities that made a city run and just keep its head above bankruptcy. Arriving at the start of IC7 the two bikes headed around the roundabout coming off on the exit that was the start of IC7. The IC7 was the main north road leading to the city of Sheatrate the capital of Sheedan, some 2700 kilometres away. She saw Tina as she indicated to come off she opened the accelerator and the bike accelerated out of the corner onto the middle lane. She followed suit feeling the arms that Sandra had wrapped around her waist slightly tighten and as she came out of the corner she too opened the throttle and accelerated. She also joined, after exiting the roundabout, the middle lane and as the speedometer passed 60mph, she pressed the button that engaged the cornering auto-gyro. When she felt the effects of the auto-gyro she pulled the clutch and put the bike into sixth and opened the throttle, she soon joined Tina in the outside land and accelerated, they both were travelling at close to 200kph and flew pass cars, trucks. Other bikers came onto the IC7 and most if they could reach the speed the pair were doing were driving with the four girls.
After travelling 20 kilometres they approached the bridge that connected the South Docks with Western Docks Districts, when they saw a sign that said the ‘Bridge Closed - major incident’, and diversion signs that lead them up river to the next bridge, which was a main road, not an IC. As the bikes slowed to come off the IC she indicated to turn right and follow the diversion sign. Sandra said over the comm. system, “Turn left here Nibs, use the disused tunnels, its quicker and easier.”
“What, the sub-rail tunnel that was closed forty years ago due to water seepage?”
“Yeah, and the story about water seepage is bollocks, no water has ever seeped into the tunnel system. From what the Gangrels and other people in the know, it was costing too much to maintain the tunnels to the level of safety the World Government wanted. So to save money they closed them, the mole people now use the entire network of tunnels, the old subsurface areas, sewers and old tunnels to live in.”
She changed the indicator and followed Tina as she turned left and headed up the main road towards the coast and East Stevran District, as the bikes had slowed and pulled off the five other bikers headed right and followed the diversion signs. The two bikes travelled down the main road until Tina indicated right and joined a secondary road that ran through a light industry industrial park. After a couple of miles the road exited the light industrial park and drove through an area of wasteland. She looked around and saw the tell-tale signs of battles between various forces. The wasteland area was covered in burnt out wrecks, bullet ridden vehicles and motor-bikes. They soon approached the fencing that marked the land area belonging old Storm and flood drains of the River Stevran. The storm and flood drains were now disused as the river was managed upstream on the edge of the Low Back Foothills. She was again glancing around as the other side of the road were the backs of low income apartments and squats, mixed in with small light industrial units, some were open and other looked closed but they had lights on inside. The other side of the fence she saw piles of human-dumped rubbish and the odd 25-gallon drum, most had labels that had faded or had been removed deliberately.
As the fence continued the girls came upon an unlocked gate, being held slightly opened, by piles of pallets and a couple of sealed drums. The entrance was not wide enough to allow bikes to drive through at speed, and so both bikes slowed, negotiated the opening and continued for a short way at the same height as the road way. They then came upon a down-ramp, that would lead them down to the bottom of the Storm Drain.
“Only half a mile more to go until the entrance to the tunnels,” said Sandra.
After half a mile both bikes slowed to about 10 miles per hour and entered the tunnels through another gate, this one was hanging off its hinges. Tina, who was in the lead, turned her twin headlights on to high-beam. Almost immediately the light highlighted a dog that looked at the approaching bikes and ran into a small side tunnel. After a couple of miles of a downhill slope, the tunnel opened into a large tunnel, which was well lit from overhead halogen lamps. The tracks that ran up the middle had been removed, probably by the mole people so they could be used as building or tunnel construction supports. After about half a mile the bikes entered into an area where on each side of the tunnel were raised platforms, which looked very much like the subway station they had learnt about in history. On the platforms were various sizes of area divided up by material, plasterboard, wood or other thin large boards. Playing in the middle where the tracks would have ran were twenty odd children aged between three and about thirteen. Sat on the platform edges, with their legs hanging down, were a few older children. Most had some form of firearm, and if not they definitely had a close-combat weapon lying in their laps or close by. She saw in some of the homes, for want of a better word, people cooking on electric stoves, computers with what looked like net access, and out of one home came some music that she loved to listen to.
“The rejects from society?” she asked just as they exited the station.
“Yeah the Mole People,” replied Tina. “The rejects and oppressed, in some cases. From what I learnt in history, the sub-way tunnels run throughout Suraban, and the Mole People have entrances and exits everywhere. I think my father said that at some points it carried between two and three million people a day.”
“Gangrel base central is located in similar tunnels under Western Beeches. Some people speculate that the tunnels and the entire place is far older than the Subway.”
“How come they live down here?” she asked over the communication system.
“Most moved down here when the corps forcibly evicted them from their homes, when the corporate land grab happened. And they have never left the tunnels; most know them like the backs of their hands and can get to most places in the city without being seen by us the surface people, as they call us.”
“Good bunch of people to know then,” she responded.
“Yeah, if and when you make friends,” said Abs. “It’s very hard to make friends down here. They see nearly all of the surface people as corporate wage slaves and hate us accordingly and the ones they don’t they still keep at arm’s length.”
“Arh,” she said in response. “How do they survive though, I saw computers, TVs and lights?”
“That stuff is easy to get, patch the main trunking lines and bingo, power and cable Tele/Net access. It is rumoured that a couple of the bigger corps provide food shipments for the people, it’s not confirmed or denied,” said Sandra.
She knew which corporations would do that, the ones linked to Echo Tech Inc. they had the reputation that they cared for the people who worked for them, and the earlier conversations with Sandra and Timaus, to her meant that it had to be Echo Tech Inc. She also remembered what Mingu had said when Nick was ten, ‘that all the AAA corporations have dirty hands except ATEC and Echo Technology Incorporated whose’ hands were dirty through cleaning up the other corporations’ messes.’ Since that time she had done a lot research into the big fifteen MegaCorporations and found that the reputation Echo Tech Inc and companies had was true. Echo Tech Inc, all the companies under it and ATEC and its family of companies operated as non-profit companies, all their profits got fed into various Trust Funds and it was via them that the companies helped the downtrodden and those not employed by them.
After travelling, quite slowly, for about three quarters of a mile Sandra said, “Be warned hun, be ready to follow Tina if she accelerates. We are very close to an area of the tunnels that few people go though voluntarily. The inhabitants are a lot more ready and willing to kill you for looking at them in the wrong way, also listen for mine or Abs shout to move. Let me fight back, you concentrate on driving.”
“Ok,” she responded as she brought her concentration to max and started to filter noises and sights.
“If it does come down to having to accelerate, hold on to the seat strap. If I hadn’t known security systems so well I would very likely be a professional cycle scrambler, when I was living in Ne-U-Bar I spent the summer with a couple of friends, playing cycle scrambling in some overgrown woods.”
“Ok.” Sandra was secretly smiling to herself in thanks that Nibs could handle a bike, even if it was a push bike, and this wasn’t her first time of being in a situation that may warrant some dangerous driving.
Abs’ voice came over the comm. system, “Get ready.”
“Ok,” Nibs replied.
As the girls drove along the tunnel they approached a section of tunnel that had openings in the wall which led to rough hewn chambers. The walls of the chambers were bare rock, some had lights, others not. Her improved senses kicked in, and as she followed Tina down the middle of the tunnel, she could see Abs had her pistol in her hands, and she sensed Sandra also had her pistol out and cocked. Abs head along with Tina’s constantly moving looking into alcoves and darkened areas. She was also looking; her improved vision penetrating some of the darker alcoves and areas, in these she saw teenagers and young adults not moving but the looked like most of them were carrying some form of close combat weapon or fire-arm. In the back of one alcove she saw three people cross an entrance to a tunnel that ran behind the alcove, in military style, they all carried their weapons in patrol position.
After 150-odd metres, they exited the area and were once again back in more normal-looking tunnels lined with concrete. After travelling about a mile, the girls came upon another station-style place much larger than the one south of the river. From the layout and direction of the tunnels that exited the station, it looked like it had been a major junction. Other than that it was very similar to the one south of the river in that it had lots of people, homes, and children living there.
“Not far now,” said Sandra in her ear.
“Thanks hun.”
After a short distance Tina turned right and accelerated up a tunnel similar to the one they had used to enter the tunnels, south of the river. It was dug out of rock and shored up by the train track and timber shoring. At the top, Tina asked over the communication system, “Which way?”
“Right,” said Sandra in reply to Tina’s question.
“Right it is,” replied Tina
She saw the slow-moving traffic heading for IC7, and followed Tina in turning right. Both bikes turned and headed down the main road that ran beside old heavy industrial sites, and the old Stevran harbour. After travelling about mile and a half, the pair passed a sign indicating they were entering ‘West Docks District - the third largest shipping terminal in the world.’ It was estimated that the five big shipping companies alone handled upwards of 600 million containers each per quarter through the terminal. A smaller separate sign beneath the large main sign said ‘careful heavy containers moving’. The main road the girls were travelling on had fencing on both sides, and at regular intervals were closed gates. Sensors located on tall poles controlled the opening and closing of the gates. Both bikes slowed as a terminal tractor towing a container crossed the road ahead of them, heading into one of the long term storage compounds. On the side of the container was a logo for Military Production Industries. As it passed through the gate, the one opposite opened and when the tractor had crossed the road and was entering the long term storage compound the gate on the far side was closing. She saw it also had a danger - explosives sticker on the rear door and the door catch was secured by a Security Binding Tape. A twenty meter tall mobile gantry crane dropped the hoist securing cradle onto the top of the container.
After about ten minutes the girls turned the bikes north onto a main road that would take them to IC3 and onwards towards the Harliquanis mall. Through out the ride she had been, in addition to seeing the dirt-siders world, looking at how companies and corporations did things. This was the first time other than the foot research she had done for Damien she had been able to actually able to see the world outside what the corporations wanted you to see.
She noticed that a fence ran off the fence on both sides of the road and looked like it divided the docks into two distinct areas. She saw up ahead was a flashing sign indicating diversion in operation. Just ahead of the sign was a gated fence and the main road continuing beyond the closed gates, past two office blocks owned by Xorone Ltd. The skyscrapers were two 60-storey plus affairs built from concrete, metal and glass. Displayed on the right building was Xorone Ltd.’s logo.
As she followed Tina around the diversion, she thought to herself, ‘I need to do some serious research work into the corporations that have their Headquarters and major centres in the city.'
Upon rejoining the main road, the girls turned north and continued driving, moving from West Docks into the District she loved and hated in equal measure, the Foreign Quarter or North Reaches District. She loved the district because she could go and be within the various languages she knew and also pick up the starts of new ones. The hate she felt was against the governments of the controlling countries and their pandering to the various MegaCorporations. She knew at the next election she was going to go and vote but put a cross across the ballot, and void it. She understood that the world needed to change the whole electoral system from system that allowed the Corporations to give the votes to what ever party or person they controlled or knew wouldn’t hurt them. To the system she thought was used in Echo County and one person one vote this would give the people the chance to actually control who was elected and governed.
After travelling through North Reaches District they turned right and headed for IC3.
*****
As the girls approached the on-ramp of IC3, they had to slow, as another hold-up was affecting the on ramp for the IC. As she negotiated the slow moving vehicles, she heard Sandra ring Darla. As the bike was moving relatively slowly, she heard Sandra tell Darla about the hold up and the ETA of them at the mall entrance. After spending forty minutes in the go-slow they passed the hold-up, a five-trailer road train had jack-knifed and was blocking both sides of the IC. IC troopers, local police and rescue were in attendance slowly clearing the backlog of traffic. When the girls had cleared the traffic jam, Sandra rang Darla for a second time and gave an update to their ETA at the Mall.
IC3 had been constructed to include walls that blocked most of the view cars and motor-bikes could see. In places the IC sped along the ground but more often it was ten plus metres up supported on concrete pillars. The bike sped pasted many Corporate enclaves, many of them housing multiple smaller corporations in relative peace. Two of the largest enclaves were 100% owned and managed by Zul, a subsidiary of ATEC Inc; and KRX, a subsidiary of C.Industries. As the IC was on the ground as it passed through the two Enclaves, both sites had exits and entries to the IC on their land, from what she could see all four exits from the IC had security checkpoints. Looking over the walls she could see that most of the area near the IC looked nice, ten storey apartment blocks that looked clean and well maintained on most were wind turbines and also most apartments had hanging plants coming from the roof tops. It gave the buildings a natural look rather than hard and angular that was what people expected from that type of building. The IC rose on another flyover as it exited the KRX enclave, as the bikes climbed you could see the area effected by the corporation extended beyond the border fence.
As the girls neared the end of IC3 they both got into the correct lane for the end of IC off ramps that would take them onto the main road that ran to the shopping district. After about ten minutes of driving they neared the shopping district. As they drove down main shopping street, her eyes were flicking left to right looking at this and that, the massive department stores, the boutiques, and all the people that thronged the street and surrounds most of hours of the day.
As Tina, who was slightly ahead, approached the Harliquanis Shopping Mall, she indicated right and took the filter lane. She slowed as the lights changed and another set went green. After waiting about a couple of minutes as the lights completed the cycle. When the filter lane light changed to green the two bikes accelerated and turned right onto the main road that led around the eastern and northern sides of the Shopping Mall. At the first car-park entrance.
She followed Tina when she indicated left. The bikes crossed the road into the entranceway, slowly negotiating the bike entrance, which allowed motor-bikes and other two-wheeled vehicles free access to the car parks. She followed Tina as she drove through the car-park to the second floor and parked in the bike bay next to the one Tina selected. After she had parked and locked the bike up, she passed her four pistol magazines to Sandra who placed them along with hers into the metal box located just under the fuel tank.
When the magazines where away in the hides Sandra stood and said, “Nice ride thanks, you’re pretty good at handling the bike.”
Street Politics
Nibs was reading the Forum Boards and came across a thread titled ‘Politics for the Street — Suraban’, she opened the thread and read the first message —
‘Is my reading and understanding of Digital System News and the Street Reports right in that Suraban City Government was a major supporter in the efforts of Wacker to seize the area. As the articles state that without the city government’s approval no one can throw the switches that cut off the electric and water supplies. I think most of the readers already know they were behind the news blackout that descended over the entire few weeks. Thanks to Digital System News for keeping us up to date on the effort (I wish I had been able to help, but I had work over that period).
‘If so then I think someone needs to stand for election, I bet they would win with a considerable majority over the other candidates.’
The message was signed, The Devil Polition.
She quickly read the replies and one from the Devil polition had a couple of links to the articles he was talking about which she browsed and quickly read.
The jist she got was what the Devil Polition had got, she hit the reply button and logged in as the Black Fairy and wrote the reply —
‘I agree with you on the mood very much on the street, not only in Suraban but around the rest of the planet.
‘I think it is time for the street and those cultures who owe loyalty to the street to stand up and say we are here and you will take notice of us. We are the people who pay your prices and provide you [The Corporations] with the money to operate.
‘I have always said if you talk the talk then walk the walk. We here [The Black Fairy and friends] will do what we can to support and get you elected.’
‘Black Fairy’
The signature at the bottom of the post was a stylize image of Blackie.
She sent it to Nicole’s, Jane and Richard’s NetMail accounts and she saved the post page so she could post in the near future. With in the message she sent she included the link to the thread.
Fifteen minutes later Tammeria was sat across the room from her when the Tablet made the sound which indicated her BlackNet NetMail account had an email. It quickly made two more sounds as two more NetMails arrived. She opened her BlackNet NetMail and the NetMails were from Richard, Nicole, and Jane.
She opened Richard’s and noticed he had CCed it Nicole and Jane.
‘Now that is a good idea, I’m very willing to put my hand into my pocket and donate a large sum to the fighting fund and I would also be willing to put boots on the pavements aswell.’
The NetMails from Jane and Nicole said similar. Nicole’s asked ‘Have you posted your reply yet?’
She sent back to Nicole, ‘I have now,’ and she opened the saved forum posts and hit the post button.
“What you doing Nibs?” asked Tammeria looking up from reading something on her PDU.
“Sending a post to a BlackNet Forum thread about the Wacker War, Suraban City Government and the upcoming elections for the leader,” she replied. “Someone posted about the street putting a candidate up for the upcoming Suraban City Government elections. They are due to be held early next year.”
The door opened and in walked Sandra, Tina and Amy.
Amy’s bump was large but she did have only a couple of months to go before they were due.
Nibs smiled at the fact the Vixens were going to have two children. She knew Sandra wanted at least two and she thought Abs felt the same way.
“Busy hun?” asked Sandra and she gave Nibs a kiss on the head as Amy moved to one of the sofas.
Tina walked to the small kitchen and poured out three coffees, she brought them back and placed one in front of Amy and called, “Sandra your coffee is here.”
“Thanks Tina,” came Sandra's reply. A couple of seconds later she walked out asking, “Hun do you know where the book on shield designs has gone?”
“I think Hell Bright borrowed it she was researching the origins of the embossed stone she found at the archaeological site she’s been looking at,” Nibs replied.
“I remember her asking me now,” said Sandra as she slipped over the back and sat beside Nibs.
“Where’s Daraus?” Nibs asked.
“I think he’s been with Fran forming an education program for Dantone. I think Daraus is also creating one for Bobby as well,” replied Amy. “I only know as Paul headed back to Fran's after the medical appointment
Nibs nodded her head in recognition and went back to reading forum boards and the news sites.
*****
Someplace in North Suraban.
“Jon I’ll say this your posting about politics has brought back a few replies from some of the notables including the Black Fairy, Nicole and Jane.”
“Damn!” Jon said. “What do the replies say?”
Fred read the four replies.
“Damn that is support for you I would have never thought that posting would lead to those replies,” he said.
He walked back into the kitchen of his and Fred’s two bedroom apartment. He made two coffees from the kettle that had just boiled and took them out into the living room. “What’s the time table on the election?”
Fred looked up and asked, “You thinking of standing then?”
“Well the Black Fairy did say if you talk the talk then walk the walk.”
Fred sat and thought about what he had just said. “Yeah, he did. You think you’re up for it though, these things can get pretty ugly.”
“If they want ugly, I think the street can dish ugly a whole lot more viciously than they can dish back, just think about it, who does the dirty work for the corporations, governments etc,” he said and took a sip from his coffee.
“True,” said Fred.
A knock came from the door and it was followed by Cath’s voice calling, “Jon, Fred you in?”
“Coming Cath,” Jon said and got up after putting his coffee down, he walked to the door and opened it.
Cath walked in carrying her NetDeck bag and a bag of groceries. “I bring munchies.”
“Hey Cath,” said Fred as Cath walked in and after placing the groceries bag down she gave her second partner a hug and a kiss on the lips.
Cath turned and also gave a hug and a kiss to Jon, her first partner. “What you two been up to then?”
“Thinking about standing for Leadership of Suraban City Government,” Jon said in a matter of fact way.
Cath’s eyes opened widely and she said, “You ok Jon?”
“Yes I am perfectly ok Cath. I started a thread on BlackNet about The Wacker War and the fact the City Government colluded with Wacker over their take over, the news blackout from the news agencies, mean some one very high up was heavily involved,” said Jon.
“Some of the major notables have posted replies and the one from the Black Fairy said, ‘If you talk the talk then walk the walk’,” said Fred and he took a mouthful of coffee.
“Oh yeah, I’ve just been given a job offer the guy wants three trustworthy individuals to run the Demology Café, it’s a well known Street gathering place in the Harliquanis Shopping Mall. The contract is ongoing. It looks like the owners are involved in some major operations along the Gangrel Street Gang in the South East,” said Cath.
“Harliquanis Shopping Mall, that’s where Githage is and isn’t it very close to Face Design and Risers?” asked Fred.
Cath thought about what she had seen and the quick research she had done before she had gotten the groceries. “Yeah it is,” she replied.
“I hope you said yes,” said Fred. “That café is used by the Gangrels and Giths prodomently and to a lesser extent the Street scene.” Fred stood and carried the groceries into the kitchen.
A few minutes he walked back out and went back to his seat.
“I did, they want to see us tomorrow morning and we start on the Moroth following, for the first couple of weeks we will shadow them as they run the café and then after that we’re in charge until they return,” said Cath.
Jon smiled at his two partners and thought, ‘Yes I am going to accept the challenge from the Black Fairy, I am going to walk the walk.’ “Guys, whose up for getting me elected the leader of Suraban City Government?”
*****
Back at the Academy Nibs’ PDU vibrated as he was working on her second degree in Bio-Chemistry and how organic solvents effected the benzene ring. She turned off the burette and took out her PDU, she opened the NetMail and saw it was from the Devil Polition and read —
‘You said if you talk the talk then walk the walk, I am going to accept your challenge (I know it weren’t meant in that way) and stand for election. The election is on Seabeal 24th and the final day for candidates is Ickarn 28th.
‘I also have to make an admission, I have no idea what the hell I am doing.’
Nibs quickly wrote a short reply —
‘The first job is to gather a team of trustworthy people around you and get your name known on the circles of the lobby groups. I’ll contact a couple a people in Suraban who should be able to help you.
‘The second job is for the Street to be told and for them to claim back their proxy votes, we need them to have them so we can win and put the government under pressure.
Suraban I think will become the next free city after Echo City.’
She stopped and thought about this and added —
‘Don’t do too much as I might organise a trip for a few people to meet you, if we are to support you then we need to know you.
‘I will contact you in the next couple of days about setting up a meeting.’
She then sent a message to Richard, Paul Atrun, Nicole, Jane and a few other people she knew would want to know about this turn of events.
*****
Nibs sat in the Year One Common room reading through the latest intelligence on the site the Academy had been employed to terminate.
Nicole and Jane both knocked on the door and waited for them to be allowed in.
She looked up and said, “Come in. I was half expecting a visit from you two.”
Nicole smiled and the pair walked in and took two arm chairs next to where she was sitting on a bean-bag.
“Ok, let me get this straight, Jon has volunteered to stand as an independent street candidate for election to the Suraban City Government’s Leader?” asked Nicole.
“Yes,” Nibs replied and took out her PDU and loaded the NetMail message, she passed the PDU to Nicole who read and passed it back.
“Right, your reply said what?” asked Nicole.
She looked at Nicole as if to say, ‘You know what my replies said’.
“I know, humour me,” responded Nicole with a slight laugh to her face.
She loaded the reply she sent to the Devil politician and again showed Nicole the NetMail.
Jane looked over and also read it and said, “How are we going to get the Street to claim back their Proxies with out the corporations hearing about it and looking at trying to stop it.”
“By word of mouth, Street News, BlackNet, GhostNet NetMails, by what ever means we can without going through the mass media.” She took back her PDU from Nicole. “I was thinking setting up a meet next week so we get to meet the guy and his immediate team, which from his listing on GhostNet is Cath his first partner and Fred his second, he list is religious views as being fucked up paygan. He also lists he won’t work for Rotork Theaban on the grounds they need to open up Naban to outside inspectors, he puts in brackets, Street Ghosts need only volunteer.” She stood up and asked, “Drinks?”
“Yeah, thanks, Cabilla for me,” replied Nicole.
“You got any of ‘your’ chai, Nibs?” asked Jane.
Nibs thought about the situation with the chai. “I think I have enough for a few more. I need to make some more up anyway.” She moved towards the drinks making tables as Jum walked in carrying a couple of large books on Construction Engineering.
“What you got there Jum?” asked Nicole.
“I’m thinking about starting my Mid Level Degree in Construction Engineering, but I’m torn between military fortifications or office complexes,” replied Jum.
“Talk to Jack Griffs he’s the Conspiracy’s resident Engineer, he built Echo Tech Tower Echo City and Suraban, was joint engineer with Toback Hicarn and Felicity Kendel of Spinnaya on Echo Tower Ajak-dak, Spinnayan, and Deebina Metro. He’s also been involved in the construction of numerous Echo Military and Echo Tech Military sites world wide,” said Nicole.
Jum stopped and sat down. “What else has he done then?”
“Let me think,” said Nicole.
Jane lent in and said, “Jack’s Engineers have also designed South Point Ship Yards as well as designed ATEC Archology Killeash. It houses in comfort 1.8 million people, 600,000 of them are employees of the ATEC companies based in the Archology. It dwarfs Echo Tower, but it goes down not up.”
“I’ve heard of the ATEC Archology. It’s on the edge of Killeash and goes down 500 floors and then the power station is a geothermal which also provides the heating and cooling to the entire building and the Complex above ground,” said Jum.
Nibs thought said to Blackie, “Thanks.” She turned and walked back to the table. “Aren’t the Geothermal power plants the same as the ones powering Echo City?” she asked as she walked back.
“How the hell did you know what we were talking about Nibs?” asked Jane. “I know your hearing is good.”
“Look under the table,” she replied and pointed under the table in the middle of the seats.
Under the table was walls and what looked like windows and on the two of the sides was what looked like balconies. Sitting on an easy chair was Blackie, it looked like he was reading something.
“Look around the room,” said Nibs. “The local fairy community constructed it whilst we were on the first operation. Amy and Hell dug tunnels in the concrete, by using a directed rock to mud spell, all the fairies did was to dig it out and construct the roofs.”
Jane and Nicole looked down and saw clear runs through out the room to all the constructions under the tables around the edge and the large table in the middle of the room.
“What are you reading Blackie?” asked Nicole.
Blackie looked up and replied, “The original works of Yurri Neodawn a world famous poet from 13,000 years ago. The local fairies also added their collection of books and information to the store and spent a considerable amount of time helping the support staff transfer it into digital format.”
“Sorry, what are you reading it on, I meant?” asked Nicole.
“Oh this, something Ant and Ren thought up it uses two nanytes, one acts as the screen and storage the second is the main processor. All I can do is access the Net; get books off the Academy server, and read lots.”
Nicole stared in shock at the ingenuity of the pair.
“Putting those two together was like putting two people who know what the other wants or needs. The FCSUs are finished and have a fifty kilometre range on the data streams. Which is encrypted under the same levels of encryption as my system back in Suraban,” said Nibs.
“Feck me!” exclaimed Jane.
Nibs put the tray down and re-took her seat on the bean bag. “Didn’t Jack also lead the construction team on the Echo City Domes?” she asked after taking a sip from her chai.
Jum sat back and thought about something and he took out his PDU and composed a NetMail.
“Where were we?” asked Jane.
“Talking about the street getting their proxies back from the control of the bodies, my reading on the laws governing proxies, is that if at any time an adult wishes to change his alligence all he has to do is contact the holding body and claim it back,” Nibs said. “I’ve not talked it Donna about the actual method of doing so.”
Nicole thought about something and said, “You spoke of a meet earlier, who would be at the meet?”
“Me, Sandra, and who ever,” she said. “Why you thinking of coming?”
“Yeah, if I’m to fund this I want to be sure of the person and the only way to do that is to meet them,” replied Nicole.
“If you’re going sis then I might as well, as I might think about getting back into the political and lobby circles. I think a few places need a shake up and being honest I think the street is the force to do that, remember the Low Level Degree by Sharra on the Street being an ethical corp,” said Jane.
“Yeah I do, Paul suggested I read it as he said it was an eye opener. It was, Sharra really did do a good piece of work,” Nibs said.
Jane took a mouthful and said, “The corps should look out, it’s not just the ethical corp they should fear, it’s the ethical politician as well. They think they have control of the country governments, they so haven’t.”
She lent back and smiled and said, “I think I might write an article on the idea of the street standing ethical politicians and see how that goes down.”
*****
The following Torbar Nibs, Sandra, Daraus, Nicole, Jane and the fairy companions walked the first floor of the Harliquinas shopping mall heading for the escalator up to the second floor and Demology Café. The friends sat outside the café itself and Nibs walked into the café proper to order the drinks. Carol was stood behind the counter with a couple of new faces.
“Hi Carol, whose the new people?”
“Hi Nibs,” said Carol sounding really happy to see her. Carol came round the counter and the pair hugged each other. “How long you in Suraban and is Sandra and the other here?”
“Sandra, Nicole, Jane and yes the others are here,” she replied and winked at her.
Carol nodded her response to the wink. “The new people are Jon, Cath and Fred, they said they would run here whilst we are operating the South East.”
She looked away and then looked over the counter at the pair standing smiling at her. “Do you two have a meeting with the Black Fairy planned for today, here?”
Cath stared at her. “How did you know that?” she asked sound very surprised.
“Carol do you want to do the introductions?” she said.
“Can do, Cath, Jon meet one half of the Black Fairy team, the other half is sat outside.”
This time both Cath and Jon stared and Jon asked, “You do have proof to back that?”
“Yes,” she replied and produced her Echo Tech Identity card handing it to Carol.
“Can you pass me the scanner please,” said Carol.
Cath passed it to Carol and she slid the Identity card into the slot and Nibs pressed her thumb against the side. Carole then passed the scanner to the pair.
Nibs knew what was on the screen. ‘Name — Black Fairy (Alias Nibs or Nibola Calton-Patterson), Rank Elite Plus Street Ghost, Current Status — Attending the Academy’
“Believe me now,” she said smiling. “I know it’s not what people expect, but I have an understanding of the human condition that allows me the accuracy of my replies to the BlackNet Forums.”
“She is also a master battle field tactician. I came in to see what was taking so long,” said Sandra. “Hi Carol.”
“Hi Sandra, sorry introducing Nibs to Jon and Cath,” said Carol. “What are you having Nibs, Sandra?”
“Chai for me, coffee for Nicole and Jane and Chai for you hun,” she replied.
“I’ll bring it out, and you two had better have that meeting as in about half an hour it gets busy as the lunch period kicks in,” said Carol.
Jon and Cath followed Nibs and Sandra out grabbing two chairs and sat down.
“Nicole, Jane, meet Jon and Cath, two of the three people we were due to meet the third is inside,” she said.
“Good morning Jon, Cath,” said Jane.
Jon looked at the group and then at Cath and said, “Are you the Nicole and Jane who are willing to fund my attempt?”
Nibs noticed Nicole and Jane both smile.
“Richard sends his regards,” said Nicole as Carol walked out carrying a tray which was four cups.
Carol placed the cups down and said, “Hi Nicole, Jane. It’s good to see you both.”
“Hi Carol,” said Jane.
“I hope your not taking the new managers away,” said Carol.
“No, Tony volunteered to come back whilst you were operating in the South East,” said Nicole.
Carol smiled at the news. “When is he getting here then?”
“In a couple of days, he’s seeing his mum in Surtratta,” said Nicole.
Carol nodded and headed back inside.
“You still interested in running Jon?” Nibs asked.
“Yes, very much so, Cath and Fred both are supporting me. I need a team and some major help in what the hell I am going to be doing, the close of nominations is five months away and as it is at the moment I won’t stand a hope in hell with the proxies being held,” said Jon.
“Don’t worry about the Proxies issue, we are well on top of that, we are sending NetMails out to all Street Ghosts asking them act as mouth pieces to the rest of the Street. The message is simple, get your vote back from the people who hold the power now,” said Jane.
Sandra said exactly what Nibs was thinking, “Have you looked at the thread in the last couple of days, it’s grown from being the twenty two you had on Frodar to ten pages. A rough guess of the funds raised is excess of 45 million decks. People like Damien Cameron, Paul Atrun, Kev Marks and others are also interested in helping, but they are going to be dealing with the Gang situation in the South East.”
Paul Atrun walked up and sat down and said, “Hi guys. That was a very productive phone call, Digital Systems Suraban is willing to supply a team to make your political commercials and carry Surra news is willing to carry your adverts at a discount of 20% off the normal prices. Jaboc has also agreed as has Sarah to allow you campaign to be based in both locations, Club Millana covering South Suraban and Gangrel Command covering the North. Do you know about the Conspiracy?” asked Paul Atrun.
“We didn’t until yesterday 08:30 when we met Tarrack and Ullrick,” said Cath.
“Right then let me introduce you to two more members,” said Sandra. “May I have a hand each.”
The pair offered Sandra their hands.
Sandra took then both and said, “A gift from me to you Jon, Cath the gift of true sight.”
Blackie took off from Nib’s shoulder and hovered along with Pixie above the middle of the table and said, “Welcome to the ranks of the Elite.”
Cath stared at the pair and asked, “Who are you?”
“We be fairies, I’m Pixie and this is my partner Blackie and we are both partnered Nibs, Sandra and Daraus.”
“I can now see how you got the name Nibs,” said Jon.
“No, Blackie isn’t, a cartoon I watched in Deebina is how I took the name the Black Fairy. Let’s just say me and the cartoon are very similar in our outlooks,” Nibs said.
Jon sat back and then said, “Ok, I’m going to need a political team around me, for one thing they are going to fight dirty.”
“Leave the political team to me and Sandra,” she said. “We have a dream team of people, dedicated, hard working and professional in mind. I know they would all relish the chance to give this their best shot, and most of them are the people everyone overlooks. Security you will have a team of four Elite Street Ghosts assigned to you Jon, you Cath and Fred. The centres of your campaign are already protected by the fact they are one a centre of the Street Culture and the other is the Command of the Gangrel Gang,” said Sandra.
“Who are this team?” asked Cath.
“You’ll get to meet them this evening at Club Dark in Wine,” said Ruth as she walked in from the escalator. “Hello guys. We had better think about getting ready for lunch period.”
*****
That evening in the VIP suite of Dark in Wine sat Nibs along with the rest of the campaign team and any partners, Jon, Cath, Fred, and the other people from the Café that morning. Carol stood behind the bar. Robert was sat at the bar laughing with Carol as he drank a pint of lager.
“Friends and supporters of the election bid of Jon James to the position of Leader of Suraban City Government I call this first meeting to order. I, as Jon said in his first NetMail to me stand as challenger to the people here, and chair of this meeting say let’s get Jon into the position of Leader of Suraban City Government and let the people have a voice.” Nibs raised her glass of Bar-Kam and Cabilla.
Just after she had raised her glass the rest of the room did the same.
“To the first of many street victories over the corporates,” said Jane.
She took a sip and placed the glass back on the small table.
Jon asked what Nibs knew to be the most burning question on Jon’s mind, “What is the first steps in this, I am politically naive at this moment?”
“The first job is to announce that you are looking at the possibility of standing. We’ve had it confirmed by a leading lawyer from the Academy and by Adam and Simon that they corporations have no footing when it comes to the proxies. If the people want them back they take them back, most people leave things the way they were, but that was before we gave them the choice,” said Jane. “The announcement will be made via a press conference, which will have me, Nicole and you Jon on the stand, us two as supporters of your bid.”
“I might be in the audience with my camera,” Nibs said, “I was accredited as a free lance photo journalist last week.” She smiled at the fact she could now legally go to press conferences and other photo events and snap away with impunity.
“Once that is done then you lot start to do your jobs in that you have at least five policy speeches to write. You have six speeches to give, but me and Nicole will write the one on the corporations and the law breaking they do,” said Jane.
Jon looked at Jane and Nicole and all he could see was a pair of individuals who both had evil smiles, but they also had the determined look to them as well. He glanced at Nibs and saw the same along with Sandra. The rest of the people present had confident looks to them. ‘I can do this, I can give the corporations a good kick up their arses.’
“So what is the timetable from the press conference then?” he asked and felt Cath squeeze him around the waist.
Fred was taking notes on the things said.
‘I might make you my PA Fred,’ he thought.
“The time table is when Tony has arrived from seeing his mum then the next day we have the press conference and then two weeks later you will give the first of the speeches to the people,” said Nicole. “And don’t worry about not being ready to give speeches, me and Jane will teach you how to give a speech and make the people want to elect you.”
He smiled and asked, “The speeches what will they be on?”
Jane took a mouthful from her glass and replied, “Security, Youth and Education, Health, Services, finiance and one on the corporations. These speeches will also make the core of your manifesto and so you must be in 100% agreement with them, no one can have any doubts or it will come across in the speech. People are surprising observant and will pick up on it.”
Jon sat back and smiled. “I know everyone here is her for a reason, would someone mind telling me what each person’s job is?”
“No problem Jon,” said Nibs. “Robert is going to be the manager of the whole thing and if you are elected your first Head of Staff. Everything that goes out of the office, from adverts to leaflets to speeches to press releases and especially the manifesto must have his signature on the job complete form before it leaves. This was we can counter the oppositions claims of a leaflet said this, then we check the leaflet with the job completed and if it don’t match we realise a denial and also show the press the draw type of thing. I know everyone here won’t mess it up as this could very much be the first of many.”
“Yeah true,” he said and took a mouthful of Caferras and after returning the glass to the table he said, “Ok, what about everyone else?”
Nibs smiled and said, “Roberts deputy is Alli, your spokeperson and media manager is Malla.”
“No one gives the person I work for bad press, else I sit on them,” said Malla whilst wearing a joking face.
“Your legal team is Adam Fostan and Graysons Lawyers Ltd,” said Nibs.
Adam sat forward and said, “As I will be very busy with certain cases, Ismal will be my stand in and she will shadow me so she is always up to speed on matters. She will also take meeting minutes for you Jon.”
“That will be a useful job,” Jon said and took the last bit of his drink.
Cath moved and took his glass and headed for the bar.
“Your head of security is Damien Cameron and Anti-surveillance specialists Andres Cutters and Red-Feathers.”
“When you go out we go ahead of you and secure the site to conspiracy level security secure,” said Damien. “You three will also be provided with a team of Street Ghost body guards.”
Cath walked back and placed a full glass down and she retook her seat and slipped her arm behind Jon’s back.
“The last of the back room team, Bee and Misty, your campaign’s net team,” said Nibs.
Both Bee and Misty smiled at him and Misty said, “The opposition wants to get nasty we can get nasty back and a darn site more vicious too.”
“Your advisors are Education Heather MacFields, Security and Justice David Potters and Judge Harry Fritz,” said Nibs.
Harry smiled at Jon and said, “What this city needs is a new direction for its justice system, more and more of the judges are accepting perks from the corporations and criminals and this has to stop.”
“I agree with you and it’s the line I will be taking myself on the issues of justice. I want Justice for the Street, not just the corporations,” he said and took a mouthful and then Fred’s hand appeared in front of his eyes holding a cigarette. “You know I don’t smoke Fred.”
“It’s a Cambar Cigarette Jon,” said Sandra.
“Ok,” he said and accepted the Cambar cigarette.
“Youth Simon and Sarah Cutherlate, but she is very busy as she does a lot of other jobs,” said Nibs. “Work and Corporations Jane and Nicole and also Sharra from Club Millana, she also busy but can be less so than Nicole and Jane. City structure and Tourism James Carts.”
“With out sounding idotic how come?”
“James is a very good friend of Surat and Brets and has a Mid Level Degree in engineering and a low level one in tourism, James?” said Jane.
“Yes Jane, I do,” said James. “Jon, this city needs a large renovation project as a few people will see Suraban becoming the murder capital of the world. A few analysts have also been quote as saying in between 10 to 20 years they see Suraban becoming the newest Proto Metro. Tourism can be a big earner, but it must be properly controlled and run.”
Jon sat and listened to James talk and he agreed with him on the fact the city did need a face lift.
“Your health advisor is Dr Andrew Hill from the Echo Medical Centre of Club Millana, he apologises for not being here tonight but he has a ten hour transplant surgery to plan for, for tomorrow.”
At this Jon nodded his appriecation to the reason.
“We as yet don’t have anyone for Finance, or services, but those we are looking for at the moment,” said Nibs.
“Ok,” he said and sat forward and said. “Thanks Nibs, but I think now the introductions are finished we should get down to business.”
“Yep we should and the first item is do we know who has expressed an interest in standing,” said Nibs.
He looked at Nicole who looked like she was thinking about something. “What you thinking about Nicole?”
“Trying to remember where did I see a article into the next leadership elections here in Suraban.”
“Wasn’t it the Surra Echo Online that had it seven months ago,” said Damien. “Was the article about Rotork fielding a whole batch of people to be elected to various governments world wide and that seven had targeted under the direct orders of the President himself,” said Andres.
“Yeah, that’s the article,” said Nicole and she took out her PDU and quickly found the site and did a search for the keywords Rotork, politics.
She passed the PDU to Carol who switched the projector on and on the wall appeared a computer screen.
Carol did something and on the screen appeared the article. Carol passed Nicole her PDU back.
Jon quickly read the article and said at the end, “Ok, so it looks like Rotork is going to field one as is BT&W. I wonder if anyone else will?”
“From the word on the governmental circles a lot of people in the know think Tam Fairchild may stand, she’s popular with the young and CHM and will likely catch a lot of those votes, but the young and street will likely shift to you if you come across right,” said Riem. “But it does need you to be seen at the right events and seen with the right people. My daughter is a good one to tap for that, she’s very much a socialite and would know the places to go.”
“That maybe the case, but two places vital to be seen at are Club Millana and here along with being seen in Riser’s to the Occasion dresses and Street Smarts from ‘From Hell with Love’ brand,” said Alli. “You get a lot of people just on your appearance and the fact your are a three person relationship, that says you are bucking the trends.”
“Health will be another good vote winner,” said Nicole. “Look at organising visits to the local city hospitals and the Echo Medical clinics, especially the ones who serve the people from the Free Fires and slums,” said Nicole.
Jon noticed Andres also nodded his agreement to what Nicole had said.
“As we are talking about visits and such, one vital visit will be to Gangrel Command and a Gathering there in,” said Sandra.
“Very true,” said Jane. “I wouldn’t be surprised if all the legal Gangrels didn’t vote for you along with a lot of the Gith Community as well.”
“Jane can I request from someone a second Press Conference when the entire team will be visible, it would be nice to have you there Nibs,” Jon said.
Nibs shook her head slightly. “A very unwise decision to put me up there, Sandra yes, but not me. How would you introduce me?”
“As who ever you wished,” he said
Jon saw Nibs’ face change to one of she was thinking about it.
“Hun do you want me to gift Heather, she’s the only person not gifted and I’m beginning to feel as if her not knowing is stifling the conversation,” Sandra thought said to Nibs.
“Yes I’m sensing the same,” thought replied Nibs.
She stood up and walked around the back of the chairs and tapped Heather on the shoulder.
Hovering just above Sandra’s shoulders was Blackie and Pixie. Sandra led Heather to the bar where she said, “Heather may I have your hand please I wish to give you a gift, a special one that will mark you as one of the elite conspiracy, which everyone in the room is.”
“Ok,” responded Heather and offered her hand to Sandra.
“A gift from me to you Heather the gift of True Sight.”
Sandra saw Heather’s face turn to one of shock when she noticed Blackie and Pixie hovering above her shoulders. “Meet Blackie and Pixie, mine and Nibs’ fairy partners.”
“Did you have them when you were at the high school?” asked Heather.
“No, we, along with the rest of the Vixens and six other people, all Gangrels, gained either fairies or pixies as partners during the final battle of the Wacker War,” said Sandra.
Heather’s eyes opened wide in total shock, she said, “Sandra, your eyes?”
“I know, it was during the last combat of the battle that I was host to the Chrometal Dragon and Nibs was host to the last Grand Master from 8000 years ago. The Vixens plus other forces faced, estimates put it at between three to five thousand Black Elves and the command force of Sec Com.”
Heather stared eyes wide at her. “My Creator then the legend I’ve heard around the school about the Black Fairy, is that Nibs?”
“Yes, Nibs and me for we are equal in all things,” she said. “Pint of Caferras and.”
Heather thought and replied, “A double Yuka and lemonade. Sat there listening to Nibs and I’ve come to realise Nibs is a plain and simple genius and you are also incredibly intelligent yourself Sandra. You both use it to further other peoples plans and never your own. You could become incredibly wealthy off those skill bases.”
“Yes we could, but why, both of us are pro re-distrubution of wealth to everyone, not the few, the removal of the extra-terrority status Corporations enjoy or the strengthening of the Echo Security Laws. It is not better for our abilities to be used to further the goals of those who seek to better the lives of the masses, over the rich and wealthy,” she said and took a mouthful of Caferras.
“Yes it is,” said Heather, “I think we had better get back.”
She smiled and grabbed her glass.
*****
Sat in the anti-room to the conference room in Echo Tower Suraban were Jon, Nicole, and Jane, they were waiting for the Conference room to be ready for them. Damien was stood on this side of the door and looked like he was in conversation with someone.
The door opened and forced Damien to move so allowing Cath in.
“The room is full, the podium has twenty plus microphones on and I estimate at least fifty cameras and over a hundred other journalists.” Cath moved to sit beside him and placed her arm around his waist.
Jon looked up at her and said, “Thanks, you did nothing to calm my nerves.”
“Sorry hun,” said Cath and she squeezed him around the waist.
“I so want you up on the podium with me,” he said and looked up at her. “You and Fred.”
“No, that’s your next Press Conference when you announce your provisional standing, pending finances,” said Nicole.
Jon looked at Nicole using a face that asked, ‘why?’ “Why I have the money in place.”
Jane laughed and said, “Standard political tactics in battles like this, say you haven’t, it makes the others think they might still have a chance.”
“Nibs say’s they are ready,” said Damien.
The three stood all wearing smart suits all from the Street Smarts. Damien opened the door and allowed then out where they turned right and then right again as Robert held the door opened for them.
Inside the room the flash guns started to fire as the photographers started to take pictures.
Sandra led the group to the Podium where they sat behind the tables. Sandra continued and stood behind the podium where she said, “Ladies and gents of the press and the general public watching and listening it is my great pleasure to invite Nicole Chancer Street Ghost to the podium to open this press conference.”
Sandra moved back to the chair’s seat and took a sip of water.
Jon looked at Nicole as she stood behind the podium.
“Good morning to all the listeners and watchers, and as Sandra said I am Nicole Chancer Street Ghost, most of you would have also known me as Nicolai Chair and Chief Exec of Echo Tech Inc and C.Industries. This day I stand before you as Nicole, trans woman and supporter of Jon Caser as he explores the possibilities of standing as a candidate from the Streets in the upcoming Suraban City Government Leadership elections. My sister Jane is also a Street Ghost and is also supporting the cause. I now hand you over to Jon, who will explain why he is considering standing.”
He stood and took his glass of water with him. Nicole moved back to her seat and Jon walked behind the desk and placed his glass on the stand on the podium. He placed his short speech in front of him and looked out across the press and at the cameras at the back. He spotted Nibs sat in the third row right hand end snapping away.
“Ladies and gents of Suraban my name is Jon Caser and I am looking at standing for election to the position of Leader of Suraban City Government. I’m standing as a candidate of the street culture who has for far too long been unheard in the corridors of power in Suraban. Some population analyists have stated in journals like World Growth and Food Production and people in the census office of the world government give Suraban between ten and twenty years and we have a new proto metro. A new Proto Metro built on the back of us, the street,” he put a lot of emphasis on the words ‘the street’. “The Wacker War was a prime example of how the Corporations ride roughshod over the basic fundamental rights of all humans, to live free of fear and persucation.” Jon took a sip of water and realised he was loving it, stood in front of millions of people, all watching him on tele. He also hoped the opposition candidates were watching.
“Post Wacker War, and I have to apologise to my fellow Street Ghosts for not being available to help but I was on an operation during it, I did some net research and discovered investigations happening into the collusion of the City Government with Wacker Inc, the supplying of plans and other information pertaining to the initial successful seizure of some 550 square kilometres of city. Other research also showed me that they had ordered the utility companies to throw the switch and cut off the electricity and water to the area. That’s illegal under World law and also illegal under the moral codes which we as humans should always follow or try to. The first one is the one moral that we in the Street Ghost culture hold most dear, we do not lie unless to an enemy. These are only a few of the reasons. I am going to spend the rest of this week and some of next sounding out the scene and those associated to it to see if I have a chance.”
He moved back to his seat and Sandra re-took the podium and said, “Right ladies and gents of the press pack I will have hands in the air and please one question at a time also start your question with your name and company you work for.”
Most of the press pack stuck their hands in the air.
Sandra looked around the room and picked Hillary as she was sat with Nibs. Sandra pointed at Hillary and the rest of the pack knew to lower their arms. She also said, “The Gith Lady next to the Gith Lady third row.”
She nodded her thanks and stood asking, “Hillary Atrun, World Gangrel Times. A question to Jon, was it what the government did before, during or after the war that forced you to this situation?”
Sandra looked around at Jon who she could see was thinking about his answer. Jon looked over and indicated he wanted to stay were he was.
“A combination of events really, not one specific event or when it happened,” said Jon. “A major factor was the Wacker War and the events during. As I said during my initial speech I was on operation for the duration of the war and I read a lot about it during and after from Street News and Digital Systems News. Another factor is the lack of regard the City Government has for its citizens, these are not the people who live on the enclaves and Corporate sites but these are the people who live and pay what rent they can to city. This money and the money the Government receives from the other taxation and the poor way the World Government gives billions of Decks in grants and the way that money is spent on grandiose projects, not the nitty gritty of the very existence of the City, the people.”
Sandra looked out across the floor as fewer members of the Pack stuck their hands in the air, the other frantically writing down the answer. She pointed at a reporter sat in the far corner and said, “Gentleman far left corner.”
“Thanks, Simon Baxter, Digital System Political Editor Suraban. A question to Nicole first and then Jane, it’s been under a year since you both stepped down from being chair’s of your companies and now you are supporting Jon Casers attempt to get elected to a powerful position, why? You both along with Paul |Atrun and Kev Marks disappeared, from public gaze.”
*****
Forty five minutes later Sandra said from the Podium, “Thank you ladies and gents of the Press Pack, no more questions thanks. Jon’s office will be contacting your controlling papers and agencies to inform you of his next Press Conference, expect it in about a week.”
The people seated stood en-mass and the camera crews and sound engineers started to de-construct their various systems.
Jon just sat looking out into the mass of reporters and thought, ‘That was fun, I really enjoyed that.’
Sandra walked to where Jon was sat and said, “I organised three one on one interviews with Digital Systems News, Street News Services and Surra Daily Planet. Don’t expect a good write up from the Surra Daily Planet, they are owned by Rotork Theaban.”
“The paper of one of the opposition?” he said.
“Yeah, do Street Services first and then Surra DP,” suggested Sandra.
Robert walked over and said, “Ok, step one finished. Now we wait for the responces.”
“Yeah,” said Damien. “I reckon we can expect one in a few days.”
As the room cleared Fred was sat in the back row and Nibs and Hillary were sat in their seats smiling at the way things went. Nicole was sitting in front of them chatting to the pair.
Cath walked over and sat, “You were great up there.”
Jon smiled and stood up asking, “Whose who?”
Sandra looked out and pointed to the two people sat four rows from the back left hand edge and said, “That’s the pair from Street Services, that’s the reporter from Surra DP and the two reporters from Digital News are there,” she pointed to the pair in the back left corner.
Jon walked towards the pair from Street Services. “Good afternoon. How do you want to run this interview?”
The older of the pair said, “Do you have a partner?”
“Yes I do, Cath, Fred come here please.”
Cath walked over from talking to Nicole, Nibs and Hillary and Fred from where he had sat himself listening to the answers and how they came across.
“Two partners?” said the younger one.
“Yes, Cath is my first and Fred is my second.”
The pair nodded their understanding of the situation.
“Can I take a photo so the readers can see a group picture?” said the younger one.
“Yeah,” responded Cath, “I think it will be good for the street to be the first to see the three of us.”
“I’m Brinda and this is Syanna. You’ll get to hate us as we cover politics here in Suraban for Street Services News.”
“Ok,” said Fred and sat down and placed his notebook and digital recorder on the table.
Syanna framed the shot by having Cath and Jon together with Cath having wrapped her arms around Jon and Jon’s arm on the shoulder of Fred.
Brinda asked after the picture had been taken, “So what makes you think you stand a chance against the power of the corporations?”
“By the fact Nicole, Jane and the Black Fairy are organising a campaign to get the people to claim back their right of voting and making a difference. The Proxy system serves the Corporations it does not serve the Street we need the people to be in a position to say yes we want you or no we don’t. A lot of the people who I would be serving don’t currently have the chance to have a say, and that is what Democracy is all about, the people having a say.”
“Very True it is,” said Brinda.
Robert looked at the three and said, “They are naturals at it, they make of an interesting group.”
“That they do,” said Damien. “I’ve just had the confirmation, Jaboc has had maintenance prepare an apartment complex inside the main perimeter fence. From what I can remember of the apartment complex, its four floors on the north side of the club, I think the ground floor is a communal living area with the rest of the floors above sleeping. We’ll sort things when we get there.”
“Good,” Robert said.
Nicole, Nibs and Hillary stood and headed in their direction. Blackie and Pixie both smiled at the group.
Jon smiled at Brinda and Syanna and went to stand as the interview had just ended.
The pair started to put away their gear when Brinda looked up and asked, “Would it be possible if you do decided to stand for me and Syanna to shadow you as you go about your campaign?”
“Can we get back to you on that one,” he said as he headed for the reporter from the Surra DP.
*****
Jon walked back to the group and said, “Now that’s over can we get down to the bloody business of beating the rest of the candidates.”
“Yeah lets” said Robert.
Damien said something into the communication system and then said to the group, “The cars will meet us out front.”
The group headed for the exit and the doors were opened by two of the groups Street Ghost Bodyguards and a couple of minutes later the lead two bodyguards opened the front door of Echo Tower Suraban to the shouts of “Jon Caser for City Leader.”
Jon looked outside the perimeter at the small group of people who were holding placards and boards, each saying things like, ‘Go Jon’ or ‘Jon Caser for City Leader’
Brinda and Syanna walked out and headed straight for the group.
He called after the pair, “Can you try and find out who organised that?”
“Yeah, no problem,” responded Brinda, “I’ll email you.”
He then climbed into the rear of an Armoured MPV. Damien climbed into the front passenger’s seat and Robert took one of the rear seats. The rest of the group took the second with the bodyguards spread between two FAVs and a few motor-bikes. Nibs and Sandra both went to their motor-bikes and quickly joined the party as it headed out of the exit and turned towards IC1.
*****
Thirty minutes later the four MPVs and two FAVs pulled up outside the back of the apartment building that would be the main base and the base for operations south of the river, Gangrel Command was to be the base for operations north of the river.
The group climbed out and walked in to the apartment building.
Sat in arms chairs looking exhausted was Alli and Tracy, Heather was carrying a couple of drinks to the pair. Simon and Misty were working on the computers and everyone else looked like they were moving in.
Heather said when Jon had walked in, “Yeah Jon. Excellent performance and my creator did that party get organised fast.”
“I know,” said Damien, “I think they might have planned it from the time you starting that thread on BlackNet.
“Made me smile though,” Jon said, “which is good.”
“Not as good as that phone and the fact, it’s not stopped ringing since the press conference started, Digital systems gave out the contact number a bit early,” said Alli as she sipped her coffee.
“We were no where near ready, I’ve had to put the phones on silent with a message saying, please contact the NetSite and BlackCity Suraban Election Space,” said Tracy.
Bee walked over and said, “That maybe the case but we now have money pledged to the campaign fund to the tune of 15 million decks, in addition to what already in the fund.”
Jon noticed Nicole stare in shock at the news.
“And the massive bulk of the emails which number in to the tens of thousands say go for it. Misty set up an automated system that sends out a thank you NetMail along with instructions of how to claim back your vote from the proxy companies,” continued Bee.
David walked down from the upper floors and said, “Most of my colleagues are very likely to support you as well. I told the station when I left on extended leave and most said they would pass the word on to other stations and departments. I feel we are going to give the other candidates a real run for their money and come a close second if not win it.”
“A lot of Echo Tech will likely support you out of support for me and Jane,” said Nicole. “From the figures said here and two thirds of the workforce here in Suraban, would give you’re a starting point of close to a million votes already and that’s an hour after the press conference ended. You are going to give the corporations such a thrashing they are going to take note, not just here but the rest of the world as well.”
Jon sat down and smiled when Cath sat in his lap and said, “Lets go and move in and then think about starting the ball rolling.”
Hillary walked in as Jon, Cath and Fred headed for the ramp up. “Hang on, great photo that.”
The three stopped and backed up a few steps.
“Stop,” said Hillary and she lifted her camera and click came from the camera.
The three headed for the ramp up. Barry joined them as they headed up the ramp.
“Next floor, the entire first floor is the campaigns security team,” said Barry.
“Hi, who are you?” asked Fred.
Jon noted Fred was smiling a hell of a lot lately.
“I’m one of your bodyguards, actually your prime driver,” Barry lifted his long hair and showed the three the back of his neck just above the shoulder blades.
He looked at the site and saw an advanced connector for something. “What’s that?” he asked.
“VCS or Vehicle Control System,” replied Barry.
Cath’s eyes opened in surprise at the information. “My creator, I never thought we would be getting people like you on the team, this security setup must be costing a fortune to run?”
“Damien, me and the rest of your bodyguard are doing this for almost nothing as we all think you will be a breath of fresh air in the corridors of power and street helps street,” said Barry.
The group continued up to the next floor where Barry showed them to one of the spare apartments.
The group walked in and saw a very nice looking apartment, good comfortable chairs and other fittings. Fred headed for one of the two open doors on to the main room and found them to be bedrooms. Cath walked to the door on the entrance corridor and found a bathroom and a third bedroom that looked as if some one was using that room already.
Fred walked back out and said, “The wardrobes even have clothes I, and most look like they came straight from Githage.”
Knock, knock came from the door.
“Come in,” Jon said and collapsed into one of the arm chairs and had Cath almost land on him.
A young twenty’s looking woman walked in and said, “Good afternoon, new leader of Suraban City Government.”
“A bit premature that,” said Cath.
“No, we in the Gangrels are always pretty optimistic about things, and I am very optimistic about you winning, I’m Queen Sarah Cutherlate, Leader of the Gangrels, owner of the Githage clothing stores and loads of other jobs. I’m here to invite you three to the next Gathering which is this weekend. You find in the wardrobes a few suits and other formal items, and a Gathering is a formal event.”
“So you’re the supplier of the clothes then,” said Cath and she got up off Jon.
“Yes, I did, I’ve always been street every since I received the prophecy 300 years ago, I use to run with a Street Gang back in Eban Protectorite City,” said Sarah. “I just came up to say the guys down stairs are heading for lunch and they thought you might want to join them?”
Jon stood up and said, “That would be a good idea, I do need some food,” and he followed Sarah out of the apartment.
As the four walked down from the upper floors they saw the guys were waiting.
“Right then lets go for lunch,” Jon said.
Cath walked to Damien and asked, “The apartment Barry showed us to one of the bedrooms is being used, who by?”
“Me,” said Damien. “When I took the contract to be head of your security, I knew you would need protection 26hours a day and this is the best way of fulfilling that contract.”
She smiled at this. “I’ll say this, Nicole, Jane and the others know their jobs don’t they?”
“They do at that, Nibs is a master at security and using surveillance systems to help a team. Red-Feathers and Cutters are both experts in bugging a site and making it look natural, they are also experts at counter surveillance. Barry graduated from the Academy four years ago and is the best ground vehicle and power armour pilot the Conspiracy has. Nibs, Abs and Tina are all masters of flight, Nibs in free aerial, Abs and Tina in fighters and copters. Wong, Steven and Andrew Bennett are master of the watery environment. I’ve watched them take a ten year old Echo Tech Military combat sub apart at 3000feet under water. They quite literary ripped it to pieces. Wong, Jum, Abs, Tina, Sandra and Nibs all have supernatural strength and toughness and are quite capable of putting fists through brick walls and similar. I’ve seen Nibs take chunks out of reinforced concrete pillars.”
She heard what Damien had said and she just couldn’t believe it. “Who are they, they don’t sound native.”
“Steven, Wong, Jum, Nibs Sandra, Tina, and Abs all were born on Darra Von, we have their birthing papers to prove it. Andrew wasn’t and arrived here after falling through what we in the Conspiracy call is a Rift. It’s a tear between the various dimensions that make up the Mega-Verse,” said Damien.
She was listening intently to what Damien was saying and thought about learning something that might be useful to the group. “Can I take it the rest of the world knows nothing of this, and if I wanted to learn more, who would I go and see?”
The group headed out of the back door and the snow had started to come down, it had been forecast to hit but the weather had thought it would hit this evening.
Cath pulled on her winter jacket and joined Damien at the back of the group. The grounds of the Club could be called a winter wonderland. Down near the front of the club were a few snow men and other snow made items.
“The people to see about learning about things different, as we call it, would be Duggie or Sharra. Sharra is at the moment on operation with the Marauding Hammers and the Hunters in the South East, they are policing numerous gangs in the area that are running out of control. If this hadn’t happened I would be supporting the forces as I am an Elite Conspiracy operator, I graduated from the Academy some 20 years ago. Jaboc the owner of the Club and grounds graduated 22 years ago.”
The group walked down the garage ramp into the garage and across the work zone towards a large archway that looked like it entered another large room, with some form of screen running opposite the door.
The group entered and Cath realised the screen demarked what looked like to her, anyway, an armoury as the person working the desk was cleaning an assault rifle. “Is that an armoury Damien?”
“Yes it is. The Club doubles as the second Conspiracy command centre for Surra and Suraban south of the river. Jaboc also allows the local Street Ghosts to use the armoury and control centre for their operations. We have a full 200metre range. Battle simulator room, full gym with two grabit courts and a combat training area, we also have a full swimming pool and a leisure pool,” said Damien as the group walked into the canteen.
Cath looked around the canteen and saw it was about a third full, a small group of youngsters, all of them wearing Gith style clothes sat with a couple of adults. Hillary walked away after giving a couple of the youngsters a quick kiss on the head.
“Who are the youngsters?” she asked and pointed at the group.
“Those are Young Gangrels that operate out the apartment closest to the south side of the main gate,” said Damien.
A couple of minutes the group walked out of the food run and they sat on three tables.
“When we’ve finished here I’ll introduce you to Duggie,” said Damien.
Cath smiled at Damien.
Jon noticed a tall gent walked over from the ramp down and sat beside Nicole. He said when he had settled himself, “Good afternoon Jon, I hope the accommodation is good enough for you to run your campaign?”
“It is thanks, you must be Jaboc,” Jon said.
Jaboc smiled at him and then said, “Street Services News has already put a short report up about the Press Conference, and the picture is of you, and who I assume to be your two partners.”
“Theirs a report already up?” said Fred sounding very surprised.
“It don’t surprise me, Street Services News are one of the more professional street news groups Jon. That is the reason why I organised an interview with the pair,” said Sandra.
Jon nodded his understanding of what Sandra had done. “The pair did ask if they could shadow us as we go about campaigning.”
Nicole and Jane now looked slightly surprised.
“That is good, then the people get to see the insides of a campaign as it happens, the ups and the downs, which I expect a few of both,” said Jane.
“Jaboc, what is the situation concerning a polling centre?” asked Nicole.
“At the moment I think aren’t the Gangrels organising that Sarah?” asked Jaboc.
“Yeah the 36th and 38th Youth feeder units are sorting that at the moment,” said Sarah, “we should have it fully working by middle of next week. We’re waiting on BT&W Telecoms to sort the connections out.”
“If they don’t then ask Cybersystems Communications to take the contract, they will provide a better service than BT&W,” said Nicole.
Jon looked at Sarah and saw she was thinking about some thing. She took out her PDU and was very quickly talking on it to someone.
“So with the information from the calls, NetMails and what you’ve said, I wish I hold the second one tomorrow, but I think I will wait,” he said smiling a laughing type of smile.
*****
Stood out the back of the apartment were Jon, Cath and Fred they all had overnight bags and dress and suit bags. They were waiting for Barry and Damien to arrive as they would be transporting the three to Gangrel Command for the Gathering. The plan was to arrive early and have Sarah give the three a guided tour and then attend the Gathering.
Barry pulled the armoured MPV and Damien climbed out of the passenger’s door and opened the rear door for the three.
The three carried their bags and climbed in. placing them on the spare seat in the very back. Fred sat in the rear seat taking out his PDU and lighting the Cambar cigarette in his mouth.
“What you reading Fred?” asked Cath.
“Reports from the Suraban City Government, Bee was able to get them and someone has got to be up to speed on them,” replied Fred.
“Very true, so what have you found out?” Jon asked as he strapped himself in. He watched as Barry checked the three passengers and then placed his head against the head rest.
Barry closed his eyes and Jon heard Damien say very quietly, “Five, four, three, two, one.”
The electrics came on and the engine started.
“I would warn you, this is unnerving for me, and I’ve known Barry a long time,” said Damien.
Jon watched as the MPV, reversed and the steering wheel moved as the vehicle turned towards the main gate. The MPV stopped moving in reverse and in a fraction of a second it was moving forward heading for the main gate. The MPV slowed and the barrier lifted allowing the MPV out. It turned north and then east at the first junction. Very soon it was accelerating up the on ramp of the CW6 heading for IC1.
*****
An hour and a half later the MPV came off the IC7 and headed along the road heading for the coast and drove straight passed the entrance to Gate 1. Jon knew Barry was heading for Gate 2 which was close to the entrance to the command they had been told to use. Barry stopped the MPV at the gate and brought his head away from the head rest and smiled as one of the Gangrels working Gate 2 walked towards the MPV
The window came down and the Gangrel asked, “What’s your business.”
Jon noticed the finger was outside but he wasn’t sure if the safety was off or on.
“Jon Caser, and party,” said Barry.
“Ok, no problem, Sarah told us you would be coming to this gate instead of the main one.” The Gangrel turned and indicated to lift the bar. He called as Barry pulled away, “I’ll be supporting you Jon.”
“Thanks,” Jon called back.
Barry drove the MPV towards a large hanger and turned into the open door. Barry slowed and stopped near a control panel and lent out and pressed the button that said level 3.
The lift started to go down and a few seconds later the outside showed a massive underground hanger with military vehicles and CSMRs on.
Jon just stared at what he was seeing, he knew the Gangrels had a large force of mercenary commands, but he never realised they had access to this type of equipment.
“Meet the real Gangrel Command, it’s an old Fighters base from back during the Schism 2500 years ago. Here and the underground facilities at Club Millana are thought to have been constructed to provide the fighters with a base capable of withstanding a siege by the enemy. A lot of the military equipment on this and level 2 belongs to the 18 Gangrel Mercenary Commands.”
The lift passed through a massively thick piece of concrete.
Cath asked, “How thick is the concrete?”
“Ten metres,” responded Damian as the lift appeared into a second level also with a large number of military vehicles on. “Are used by the Mercenary Commands in their work around the Delliudum Nexus War zone. If you are wondering why you’ve never heard of the war zone, it is because it is an area of the planet that is being fought over by currently I think two alien intelligences, four Daemon Lords and one army commanded by a Godling. The five commands make sure the War doesn’t spread and to maintain the perimeter they need to be equipped with the best equipment. Echo Tech Inc and ATEC military have full military bases in the area and they normally host between two and four full battle divisions of 40,000 veteran and elite personal.”
“My creator!” exclaimed Cath, “and the Gangrels do this voluntarily?”
“Yes,” said Damian, “this is the sense of family a Gangrel gets by being a member, he or she or it, will never be alone, never be with out friends or support. All the Gangrels ask in return are have an open mind and accept people as people, 99.9% of Gangrels do and to that end the Commands have never been without volunteers to fill the ranks. All Gangrels normally have the field rating of Veteran due to the fact they would have likely come from the Street Scene, the Gangrel Youth Feeder Units or the Gangrel Street Gang.”
The lift moved through a second ten metre thick floor and roof and entered the third level, which was filled with normal civilian vehicles.
“I can take it these are not normal civilian vehicles?” Jon asked.
“I wouldn’t have thought so,” said Barry as he drove the MPV off the lift when it came to a stop at the floor.
When the MPV was off the lift disappeared up. Barry drove towards where he had been told to and stood waiting for them was a couple of Gangrels. Barry parked up and the people inside climbed out and grabbed their cases and bags.
The pair walked over and the woman said, “Welcome to Gangrel Command Jon I’m Darla and this is my slave Toma. We have been asked to escort you to a small apartment and then to Sarah’s office so she can give you a guided tour. I can see by your face you are somewhat shocked by what you have seen so far?”
“Yes,” Jon replied.
“It gets better, level 7 is currently occupied by the 7th Echo Tech Heavy Assault and the 2nd Mechanised Infantry Divisions. All of their vehicles are also on the level. The Hanger on floors six through eight, and we don’t use level eight, is at least four times bigger then levels one through five.”
“That’s illegal under World Government Law governing the Corporate Armies?” responded Fred.
“It is, but the World Government turns a blind eye to it because of the good work Echo Tech Inc and Echo County do world wide. Echo County and on odd occasions Echo Tech normally provides the bulk of the initial policing and peace keeping forces. The other countries replace the troops from Echo County and Echo Tech Inc when the country has been initially secured. The forces stay just off the coast and provide assistance and also long range missile fire for the other forces,” said Darla.
“And remember Echo County is outside World Government Control when it comes to the world laws, the county follows them out of respect for the good the WG tries to do planetwide,” said Barry.
Jon nodded as he was hoping to take a nofficial visit to Echo County and start some informal talks into Suraban and Echo City becoming trading partners. He was planning on muting the idea during the writing of his manifesto. As when he was in power as it would mean the citizens of Suraban wanted him and his ideas and the idea of his colleagues.
Darla led the party through a door and down a small corridor. At the end was a t-junction and Darla turned right and then went up a ramp. On the wall of the foot of the ramp was a message board saying sublevel 9, the board also had an arrow pointing up the ramp and the words ‘Sublevel 8’.
“How many floors are there?” Jon asked.
“In total 24 sublevels and 8 levels, levels represent the hanger areas, the sublevels are human size floors and it is normally three sublevels to a level,” said Toma from the back.
A few minutes later the group arrived outside a door. They were now on Sublevel 7
“Arhhhh,” Jon exclaimed, “have you got a map for the place?”
“There should be one on your PDUs,” said Darla. “I’ll pop back in thirty minutes to show you to Sarah and your guided tour.”
He turned and said, “Thanks Darla,” and joined the group in the small apartment.
The entrance corridor had four doors each leading to a double bedroom. The main lounge/kitchen area was large and leading from the living room was six doors, two led to toilets and the last four led to single bedrooms.
“This is impressive,” said Cath as she walked out of one of the single rooms.
“I know, this is my first time actually inside Gangrel Command,” said Barry. “I had heard it was impressive, but what I saw coming in, it is truly amazing.”
“I’ve been to Gangrel Command on a couple of occasions and it still impresses me,” said Damien. “The first time was the partnershipping of Nibs to Sandra, Tina to Abs and Amy to Paul, the ceremony and the reception after, were amazing plain and simple.”
Barry walked into the kitchen after dropping his bags off and said, “What’s everyone having to drink?”
*****
Knock, knock came from the door.
Cath walked up the corridor and opened it revealing Darla and Sarah both standing on the other side. “Come in.” She moved out of the way of the door to allow the pair in. She closed the door and followed the pair into the living room.
Sarah said when she and Darla had entered the living room, “Welcome to Gangrel Command, sorry I wasn’t present to meet you, but something came up and I’m happy to say that Timothy and has group will not be attending this evening. Some thing to do with an important meeting he’s got this evening. Let’s just say I think I know the real reason.”
“And that would be what?” asked Fred.
“The fact forces loyal to me and the command are decimating the unlisted gangs in the area and people here think he was planning to launch a coup against me with those gangs. Nearly all of them have been taught our way of fighting, been equipped with equipment that was suppose to have been destined for the Gangrel Units in the area,” said Sarah smiling.
“I think the Hunters and the rest of the policing forces we sent to the area are beginning to hurt,” said Darla.
“That is really good news, I’ve not been much for looking at the gang issues in Suraban, until now that is. Isn’t Simon dealing with Youth Issues and that age bracket?”
Fred nodded ‘Yes he is’.
“Good, I will need a long chat with him as I think my first speech should be on Youth Issues and Education generally,” said Jon.
“Anyway are the three of you ready for your guided tour of Command?” asked Sarah.
“Yes I think so,” said Jon as he, Cath and Fred stood up.
“You two coming or not?” asked Sarah to Damien and Barry.
*****
The group returned to the apartment at about 19:00 and Cath said, “I have got to go and get ready. Men.” She walked towards the nearest double room and closed the door behind her. Inside the room she headed for the wardrobe and opened it to find second dress, with a note hung around its neck.
She took the dress out of the wardrobe and laid it on the bed removing the note which she read —
‘To Cath
When Nibs sent us the link to the thread I was not sure as I looked at all three of you’s GhostNet pages, but meeting you, I can see that this might work and give the street what it truly needs a good kick up the arse.
Accept the dress as a gift from me, Nicole, and Jane.’
She looked at the dress and it was made extistiquetly. A second note caught her eye as she went to put the first one down.
‘To Cath
Let me tell you about the dresses.
They are both made from the silk of the silk spider from the planet of Kerann in the Anvil Galaxy. The silk itself has some very special qualities in its makeup and how it shimmers naturally, but like the nanites, the silk seems to need body heat to shimmer and it don’t matter what colour you dye it, it still shimmer’s in that colour. Another property is that it never needs cleaning. I’ve have three formal dresses made from the silk and I have never needed to clean any of them once.
Jane’
She headed into the bathroom to wash and start getting ready.
*****
Stood with Darla and Toma were Jon, Cath, Fred, Damien and Barry, on the plinth was Sarah and Gaz and walking between the staircase in and the plinth was eight new members all from North District Hammers. There had already been a group of three from SD Unit Nine introduced and they were standing with Darla and Toma as well as was Dark Legion and a few non Gangrels.
*****
Day 1 - 5th Novtar 11:00
The double doors leading to the conference room were closed, on the other side was the political Press Pack. They were all waiting for this the Press Conference to let Suraban and the world know the Street had a new champion and that person was Jon Caser.
Sarah walked through and said, “I’ll introduce you Jon and then retreat off stage.”
Jon nodded ‘Ok, lets do this’
Sarah turned the pushed the double doors open and led Jon and entire political team through the doors into their first major press conference.
The instant the double doors opened and Sarah walked through the flash guns of the cameras started to fire the white light causing a couple of the group to see a bright light and dots.
Sarah walked to the lectern and waited for the team to sort them selves out. When they had Jon was stood just to the side of the lectern and Sarah said, “Ladies and gents of the Press Pack Jon Caser.” stepped away and walked off the platform.
Jon took the two steps and stood in front of the same people as he had a week previous when he announced he was looking into standing. “Thank you Sarah. Ladies and gents of the Press Pack, the voters watching on the teles, and the corporate sponsors of the other candidates, I am standing for election to the position of Leader of Suraban City Government. I might add to that fact I already have 15 million in a campaign fund, gifted to the fund by Nicole and Jane Chancer and we are in negotiations with another three weathly members of society. After this press conference I will be finalising funding negations with Gratten-Jigick.
“I shall now introduce the team behind me, starting with my campaign manager, I will let them give a short speal about themselves. My campaign manager is Robert Duval. Robert?”
Robert stepped forward and in a clear voice said, as the flash guns fired, “Thank you Jon, I’m Robert Duval, I’m 20 years old and am a female to male Trans-sexual.” Robert stepped back into the group.
Jon continued when Robert had stepped back, “Thank you Robert, his deputy Alli McGuier.”
Alli stepped forward and like Robert said in a clear voice, “I’m Alli McGuier and whilst on the campaign will be an assistant to Robert and also until we find someone, the communications director. My partner stood at the back is Tracy a Male to Female full time crossdresser.”
Jon saw a few of the cameras turn and took a few photos of the people stood at the back, when he looked back Alli had already re-taken her place in the group. “Next is Alan Fostan and Simon Grayson Jnr of Grayson Lawyers Ltd, the campaign’s legal team.”
The pair stepped forward and smiled at the press pack and stepped back into the group.
Jon continued, “Head of security, Damien Cameron.”
At this Damien stepped and said, “To all those out there wishing to try and stop Jon’s campaign you will be fighting me and a few other notables from the street scene.” Damien stepped back and smiled at Jon.
“The next two will be the bane of those wishing to listen in on conversations, my campaign’s Anti-Surveillance team, Andres Cutters and Red-Feathers.”
The pair stepped forward and smiled at the press pack and then stepped back into the group.
“It is with sadness that I am unable to introduce the Net Team, but when we left the Head Quarters Misty was NetDiving and Bee was supporting. They were hunting an intruder who had managed to break through the defences.”
After a few seconds Jon continued, “My advisorary staff are as follows and again each will step forward and they may or may not say a few words. The lady with the task of advising me in matters concerning education is Heather MacFields, she has come to the team from being the Headmistress of Central District High.”
Heather stepped forward and said, “Good morning to you all, my main aim is to improve the city run schools to the same level as those with corporate sponsors.” She then stepped back into the group.
“Thank you Heather. City security and also my advisors on Justice Inspector David Pilles and Judge Harry Fritz.”
The pair stepped forward and David indicated for the Judge to speak first.
“Thank you David and Jon for inviting me to be a member of the team. My goal here is to advise Jon on the best way forward as it concerns the justice system and also city security. I shall hand you over to my colleague.”
“Thank you Your Honour, I’m Inspector David Pilles from the City Security Office on the borders of West Hills and Blue Ridge Districts. My goal is to look at how the City and Echo Security can be improved.” When David had finished the pair stepped back into the group.
“Thank you David and Judge Fritz. We now come to Youth issues and my I introduce a man credited with the Gangrel Street Gang now holding the contract to Central to act as its policing arm. The Gangrel Street Gang is at this moment operating in the South East policing the unlisted gangs that have set up in that area. Simon Tims.”
Simon stepped forward and said, “Thank you Jon. I should not be credited with that accolade alone. My main aim is to make sure the youth are not over looked and that the laws and rules governing the youth and youth related crime are strengthened. I will be continuing as leader of Central as it now in a better place and almost run’s itself.” Simon stepped back and smiled at Jon.
“The positions of Work/Corporations is being held by two people who need no introduction, but their work as active Street Ghosts means they are not here today. Nicole and Jane Chancer are you there?”
“We are,” replied Nicole’s voice over speakers beside the podium. “At the moment we are in Eban on operation, but Jon knows that unless we are working then we are both and others where we are, are available to advise and assist.”
“Thank you Nicole and Jane. My next advisor is James Carts and he comes with the recommendation of two Street Ghost Notables. James Carts, who is an expert in how a city should run as he wrote a series of articles on good and bad practices in Cities around the world. James, I’m I right when I say that 30 of the 45 cities you studied have implanted your advice?”
“You are correct Jon,” replied James in a cool voice as he stepped forward. “My role will be to study Suraban City, when I wrote the articles I didn’t study Suraban. That is what I am going to do, I am going to study Suraban and advise Jon as to the best practice.” James stepped back and quite literally he disappeared into the group.
“My Health advisor has over his life worked in some hell holes and also City run and financed hospitals, which using his own language where pretty close to hell holes themselves. He has for the last eight years worked as a Consultant General Doctor at the Echo Tech Medical Facility that served Bariskin District, Dr Hill.”
Dr Hill stepped forward and said, “Ladies and gents of Suraban, Suraban has in the last five years slipped down the world league tables. I asked myself this very question and surface reading of the World Government Health League Table report states that Suraban’s lack of money will soon force the closure of all the public hospitals. Not if I can help it.” Dr Hill stepped back and re-joined the line.
“A job advert for the audience. Is there anyone out there who can say hand on heart they have the guts to step up to the plate and be an advisor to me on Finance or Services, we need you. Now we have come to the last person, probably the second most important behind me and Robert our campaign team’s Spoke’s Person. May I introduce the person most of you will get to know very well over the coming months and you never know maybe at least four years, Malla.”
Malla stepped forward and her face was just a smile. “Ladies and gents of the Press Pack, may I have your attention please, will become the signal for you all to be quiet for I am going to speak, and you never know if I like you, you might get a bit extra. One last thing before I go by the end of the campaign you will all have tried my chai.” Malla stepped back and finished the line.
“Thank you Malla. Now I introduce the last two people these two are the main reason I wrote the NetMail that started this, my partners Cath and Fred.”
The pair stepped up and stood beside Jon
“Right I ask Sarah Cutherlate to please return to the podium so she may chair the question session.” Jon stepped away with Cath and Fred.
“Thank you ladies and gent,” said Sarah. “Jon and the entire team will be available for one on ones afterwards, and again may I add I think you will enjoy the evening Jon spoke of earlier.”
Sarah stepped away from the podium and said to Jon, “That went better than I hoped, it’s great everyone is singing from the same hymn sheet.”
Robert walked over and said, “I have to admit I was as nervous as hell before the door opened but the second I looked out and heard you speak, my nerves disappeared. I’ve not heard passion like that in a long time. Anyway I think it is time to mingle, don’t you.”
“Yes,” Jon said, “I can honestly say I’ve felt the passion I do now, we can do this I can be the first elected leader from the streets.” He joined Robert as they left the raised area and entered the Press Pack.
Jon passed one reporter asking Fred, “What is your relationship with Cath and Jon?”
In another Alli replied whilst her arm was wrapped around Tracy’s waist, “I find Tracy caring and compassionate, but she still gives me what I need.”
Cath caught him up and grabbed him around the waist.
Drindra stopped them and asked, “You two up for an interview? Everyone else seems a bit busy.”
He looked at the room and saw all of the team in one on ones.
“You did great up there, I now firmly believe you can do this,” said Brinbra. “I know where my cross is going. I can also tell you, the proxy holding companies are haemoging control back into the hands of the people.”
Jon thought when he had heard Brindra’s statement about the Proxy Holding Companies, ‘YES.’ “Thanks for that, it will make a few people very happy. It might come down to a two aracbarck race.”
Brindra smiled at him and Cath as Brindra’s partner returned and took a few snaps of the lucky pair.
“You’ve probably been asked this a thousand times, but the three of you how does it work?”
“Cath here is my first and Fred is my second, but Cath is also Fred’s first and I am Fred’s second. Fred is naturally subverient to us and so does most of the household chores when he’s not working.”
Brindra sat and thought about her next question, “I must appologise, but in bed what happens?”
Cath replied, “I sleep between Jon and Fred.”
Brindra nodded that she had heard the reply. “Your bodyguard team, I mean being led by Damien Cammeron is quite a coupe, and to have Andres Cutters and Red-Feathers, again two more notables, who else is in the team?”
“A few of the others are the Trazzan Twins, Bret Rogers, Simon Peters, and when the issues in the South East have been sorted, the two members from the Pen Wolf Hounds have said they will be available to Damien if he needs them,” Jon said.
Robert walked from the raised area and was almost immediately caught by one of the reporters from the Surran National Times.
“Robert, can I ask you a few questions please?”
“Certainly, you are?” he asked.
“David Yun, Surran National Times. It must be strange being in such a high profile position and yet you are just 20. What’s it like being a young man, and running the campaign? I have a couple of other questions as well.”
“Ok. Mm,” he replied. “To be honest I’m still finding my feet in the whole scene. My first real introduction to the Street Scene was when I met Nibola Calton and Tina Griffiths, two more trans women, as we call ourselves I’m a trans man, I already knew Tracy and a few others from meeting them at the local youth centre we went to. My second and what changed me from working in the Corps to working full time as a Street Ghost, was the Wacker War. I had sent a NetMail to Nibs, as I know her, saying I was looking at the scene and she sent back get your self to Club Millana and help us kick Wacker out of the area they had seized. About three hours later a friend of mine was dropping me off out the back of the Club, and the following day I had been given 35k as an apprentice to a group of Street Ghosts that included Damien, Richard C, Nicole, Andres, Red-Feathers, Nibs and Sandra. I got the remainder of my money which was 140k a week later. A few days after that I was operating with the first line support to a raid organised by Echo Special Security under orders of the World President.”
David stared at him. “That is some bapitism.”
“Yeah, you had other questions for me?”
“Er, yes, sorry. Being a trans man, what do you bring to the campaign? May I say, my normal partner, who is sick today, would go for you in a big way, he’s bi, but I think he prefers men.”
Robert laughed and he would get the cold shoulder, I’m not ready for any relationship. Let me answer that by asking you this, being a reporter you are a nosy individual, yes?”
David nodded ‘yes’ in reply whilst he was furiously writing.
“You must have seen bigotry and bullying?”
Again he nodded ‘yes’.
“I was on the receiving end of some very nasty bullying, not only from my school, but also some elements in my family, I found the Young Trans Site and through that I was able to escape. I thank people like Tracy, Nibs, and others for helping me. I despise bullying and corheration the corporations use, I worked for a corporation for a few months before I quit and joined the ranks of the Street Ghost culture. I find the Street Ghost culture and the Street Scene don’t lie, to forward their goals. I will make sure no-one lies on the literature or in speeches or press releases. The Street Scene do not lie unless to an enemy. Any more?”
“No. May I ask for a proper one on one sit down chat, type of thing. I think the readers will find you and the rest of the staff highly interesting?”
“I have no problem with that, you will need to contact the office so I can look at my diary,” Robert replied and moved off in the direction of Simon.
At the end of the questions Alli moved off heading for Tracy whom had been at the back of the conference room.
“You did great,” said Tracy.
The pair embraced and she planted a kiss on her partner’s lips. “Now lets go and do our job, sell Jon Caser to the public.”
“Yeah lets.”
The pair turned and Alli slipped her arm behind Tracy’s back as a young reporter approached.
“Good morning, I’m James Pierce from the North Suraban College Paper. Can I ask you both some questions?”
“With pleasure,” Alli replied and she was now smiling as a second young person walked over and took a few pictures of the pair.
“I couldn’t help but see the embrace, are you to partners or something?”
“We are,” replied Tracy.
“You are a male to female Trans person and you are a real girl, I know the terms you use in the chat rooms as I am an admirer. What makes Tracy so special?”
Alli thought about the question and replied, “I find Tracy caring and compassionate, but she still gives me what I need.”
“To me Alli is the person I need, I’m a scatterbrain, she keeps me together, and is a loving partner who is there for all the people we know from the Young Trans site we use. That’s how we met and how we know Robert and Nibs,” replied Tracy
“It was Nibs who got me the deputy’s position to Robert,” Alli said.
David sat and wrote notes for the report he would write on the press conference.
“My next question is what do you bring to the table, so to speak? Being Deputy Campaign Manager is a very important position and is normally filled by people with 20 years experience, politics can be a very dirty game.”
“Both me and Robert know this, and we bring a youthful outlook to the campaign. More specifically I bring organisational skills and a head that deals with figures. Before Nibs offered me the job I worked for TXG in the accounts department,” Alli replied.
David wrote more and then looked up and said, “Thanks. I’ll be in contact if I need anything more.”
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and say, just before a hand holding a stack of something appeared in front of her face. “Hot off the presses, business cards.”
She took them and looked at the top one. “Here you go be the first to receive my business card.”
“Thanks,” said David and took the card. “And here take mine.”
*****
Jon looked around the room as the door closed on the last of the Press Pack, bar those Press Pack friendly with the cause.
“Not as hostile as I had thought they would have been,” said Damien.
“I think they are still getting over the shock that they have a real fight on their hands,” said Drindra. “I’ve just had a text from a reporter covering the Proxy Vote crisis, one company is about to fold and two more estimate only a few more days before they fold as well.”
“We’ve won then,” said Fred.
Jon stepped off the platform and said, “No we’ve not, we’ve just levelled the playing field. They will come at us with everything. This is going to get a lot more dirty, and our first job is to find out who we are up against corporation wise and who the candidate is. Can I leave that in your’s and Misty’s capable hands, Damien, and keep it in house.”
Damien looked at him and said, “Of course, I already know the team make-up.”
He sat beside Damien and said, “Back to the head quarters and then to see Gratten Jigick. Then to see mum, I hope my family haven’t done what I know they would have, squandered mum’s inheritance.”
“Where is she,” asked Damien, “this is the first time you’ve spoken about it.”
“My family disowned me when I told my oldest brother to ‘go and shove his head down the toilet and flush’ the utter corporate garbage that came from his and the other five, three brothers, two sisters, I’m the 4th,” he said. “I walked out and never looked back. I wouldn’t even know where my mum was if it hadn’t been for my youngest brother telling a person the three of us were body guarding.”
Damien laughed at the method.
“He never realised it was me standing right behind him. Jake is the only member of the family I would have time for, he was always led by the rest,” he said and stood up. “Lets get this place sorted and back I could do with some food.”
Fifty minutes later the convoy was pulling into the car-bays out the back of the headquarters. Damien and the Jules Bennet got out of the lead and last MPV. They signalled it was clear and the mini-bus and the MPVs emptied.
Everyone moved on mass towards the garage entrance and then onto the canteen for lunch.
Brinda looked over as Hillary left the group and headed for the group of young people. She watch slightly surprised at Hillary’s action of kissing two of the youngsters on the head.
Hillary quickly re-joined the group and Brinda dropped back to where she was and asked, “With that action and the sheer fact I swear I recognize you Hillary, who are you?”
Hillary quietly laughed as said, “Did you ever meet Renton Ford and his wife?”
“Yes once just over a year ago, your not?”
Hillary smiled at the answer.
“Then are the kids his and what I remember he controlled people, he tried to control me and Syanna?”
“Yes they are, Jan and Dantone, I divorced him a couple of months ago and as my faith is that of Pagano, I legally partnered Paul Atrun a few months before that,” replied Hillary.
She stared in shock and turned her head to look at her. “Your Paul Atrun’s partner.” She again looked away in surprise.
The group left the food run and moved to a couple of tables. Hillary sat down across the table from Brinda. “You want to know how come?”
“Please,” she replied.
“Ok,” responded Hillary and she took a bite from the sandwich she had. “My mum lived in Echo City and worked as a store manager of Chakka Clothing, I went to the local Echo Tech Academy and as a school trip we visited Echo Tower and Paul was available to talk to us. The last couple of years of a student’s life, they intern at a work place. I did mine at Digital Systems Echo County and the person chatting to us about what we could expect was Paul, he remembered me from the visit and he took me under his wing. We dated back then, he even took me as his partner to the Academy Reception Ball. Mum took a promotion and moved to be Area Manager of Suraban and so we moved, I met Renton and fell for his charm and I admit it myself his position. It took Paul walking back into my life and the help he gave Dantone for me to see the wood from the trees and divorce Renton. I proposed to Paul in front of the main stage at the Low Back Green festival in the middle of Malboarth. We were partnered by Sarah Cutherlate on the first Savraday of Ottamar in a local wood that has special meaning to Dantone, Ann Dantone’s partner and a few other people.”
“I would never have believed that Paul would love someone that much, he always seemed to be, not cold, but not as warm as he could be,” Brinda said and took a mouthful of the juice she had.
“I know exactly what you mean, but he’s never been like that with me, he was always very open and absolutely adores the kids, and they couldn’t wish for a better dad, caring, understanding, disciplines them when they need it, which isn’t much as they have both taken to being Young Gangrels with relish. I help out in running the group and I’ve not seen either of them unhappy at anything, even when Dantone’s partner Ann goes home, as he knows she misses him as much as he misses her.”
Brinda knew her face was one of ‘what?’
“During the last school break Dantone started volunteering at a local vet’s near where we lived, he met Ann on the first day and it was love at first sight, Dantone is what we in the Conspiracy call a Psi-Druid. In the same way as a druid of old, he loves animals and plants, except he uses his mind to do what the druids did. Ann is about to become an apprentice Vet Nurse at the clinic.”
The Young Gangrels stood and left following Surat out towards the apartment.
“See the dog at Dantone’s heel?” asked Hillary.
Brinda looked around saw what Hillary had said. “Yes.”
“That is Dantone’s first true animal friend, she never goes far from him and as he gets up from doing something, her head looks around for what he’s doing. Before you ask, I have no idea, nor does Paul.”
After lunch when everyone was back at the Headquarters Jon said to the staff, “Get me to a position of being able to win this election.” He turned to Barry and said, “Shall we.”
“When ever you are ready Jon,” said Barry.
The pair walked towards the door and was joined by Fred.
“You are going to need a PA I think,” said Fred.
As Jon walked he thought about it. “Yeah I am really.”
Outside the three walked to the MPV he used as his main vehicle.
Fifty minutes later Barry lent out and pressed the call button.
A male voice sounded from the speaker, “Who is it please?”
“Jon Caser, Mr Jigick is expecting him,” replied Barry.
“Certinely, come up please.”
The gates opened and allowed the MPV up the driveway. Jon looked at the house as the MPV left the hedgerow driveway and the house was massive. The entire left hand end was covered in scaffolding and it look like Grattan was having some work done to the roof. The main door stood open and in it was a large dark skinned gent.
Barry pulled up and climbed out and proceeded to open the door for Jon.
He climbed out and smiled at the gent. Fred climbed out and followed Jon up the steps to the front door.
At the door Grattan said, “Bring your driver in, I make it a policy all are welcome until unwelcome.”
“Thank you Mr Jigick. Barry come here, your on the guest list too.”
Barry quickly joined them as they walked into the house.
“Please my name is Grattan.” He led the party into the living room and from that into a large office that was the front right corner.
Grattan indicated to the group to take the easy chairs whilst he went about sorting some drinks. “Any of you want a drink?”
“No, I’m alright we’ve only just had lunch,” replied Jon.
“I’m alright, thank you,” replied Fred.
Grattan walked back to the easy chairs carrying a cup. When he had sat down he said, “May I say your press conference was excellent. The passion you all have came through in the answers to the questions. I know where most of my staff’s votes will be ending up, in the box beside your name. Politics today is all about the big money, it no long benefits the people which is wrong I think and a lot of Jigick Fuel Oil hold similar opinions as well. I’m an exile from Chivvera and have funded the rebellion in the mountains and foot hills for over fifteen years. I also provide a place where native Chivverians find a home away from home. Even non Chivverians learn to speak Chivverian.”
“Now that sounds good,” said Fred.
“Shall we get down to business,” said Grattan.
“Yes let’s,” Jon said.
*****
An hour and a half later both Jon and Grattan were pleased with the final settlement and Grattan said, “Can I invite you and your partners to a banquette I’m hosting for some corporate bigwigs. All of wife’s first child’s friends and family are coming and I can think of a better person to give a speech, I’ll leave the topic up to you, but I hope you make it interesting.”
Jon stood up and thought about the planned speeches. “As the plan is for me to give six speeches in a few weeks, could I organise a couple of people to install a couple of camera bugs, so the speech can be broadcast.”
“I don’t see any problem with that, I’ll warn the attendees that my speaker is wishing to record the speech for later broadcast, which I think will suitably intrigue them into coming,” said Gratten.
“I think I know the perfect subject as well,” he said, “I think you will find this subject most interesting.”
Gratten led the party back through the house and said at the main door, “I will look forward to hearing from you.”
The front door opened and in walked a pair of women.
“Arh, Cassandra, Mary, Jon Caser, Fred and Barry.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” said Cassandra. “Good luck in the campaign. I hope you do win and give the corporations a good slap.”
“Don’t we all. Thank you Grattan, we will be in touch as I would like you to be at my first speech in a few weeks. I’m going to be making it between the sets of Dark Legion and a new band just being signed by Gangrel Music. It’s the new band that’s headlining the night,” he said.
Cassandra made a face that said ‘that sounds interesting’. “Would it be possible for us to bring our three children?”
“I don’t know as the speech is happening at Club Millana on the weekend of 22 Novtar,” he said. “We’ll contact you closer to the date.”
“Thank you for your time Jon and good luck.”
Jon walked down the steps and Barry opened the front door and allowed Jon to climb in.
Fred climbed into the back seats and said, “Now that is a nice man.”
“He is,” said Barry and he asked, “Where to now?”
“Blac Cove Nursing Home, and expect another passenger,” Jon replied.
Barry went about locating the home and said, “How come?”
“I have five brothers and sisters three older, two younger. Out of the whole family the only person I would have time for is the youngest, I walked out of home due to the rest of them and what came from their mouths. I do see the oldest being the one to have put mum in the Nursing Home and is probably paying for it out of the inheritance,” replied Jon. “I only found out because I was working a body guard job and over heard the youngest chatting to my client about it.”
Barry looked up and didn’t look very happy at that information. “Found it. I think I might drive off the rig as I also like the scenary and chatting to interesting people.”