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xp_logs2023-02-23 06:33 pm
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Operation: Bat Country | Burning Man - Attack the Van II
With the staff distracted, Artie and Sarah raid the U-Clinic van.
Artie's phone chimed and he glanced at the text. They were on. Fireworks burst overhead and he added the rescue team's go signal - red, with blue and green. It wasn't subtle. Here and now, it didn't need to be.
The distraction worked. At the sound of the explosion, mingled with what might be screams of pain, several people in white tunics left the van, carrying first aid bags.
"Great." Sarah checked in visually with the team, when they were ready headed for the entrance door on the passenger side. The van had been bustling with activity before the commotion, and the door was still unlocked. She pulled it open, and a startled voice from inside called out, "Uh, ma'am, we're not open for..." But Sarah was already inside the door and up the two stairs that took her up to the main level in the back of the van. "Shut it, cupcake. I'm not here for your bullshit." She pulled a bone from her shoulder and the technician scrambled back into another tech.
Artie went for the third tech, brass knuckles adding weight to his punch and trusting Sarah to finish the man off for him. The patients, in the back, were chained. Ah, fuck. The keys were - where were the keys? He began ransacking the room, searching through drawers to find them. The text "Don't worry, we're getting you out" floated overhead.
They were probably worried regardless.
Sarah swung the bone club in her hand at the first tech's knees, taking advantage of the small space with nowhere to hide. She went down with a cry and the tech behind her lunged forward over her crumpled figure. "You bitch, you don't know what you're doing!"
Sarah laughed and swung her bony elbow up and under his chin. The sound was unpleasant and satisfying all at the same time. He fell back on top of the other tech, pinning them to the floor. The third tech moaned from the floor in the back of the van. She kicked the tech in the stomach and figured between the broken ribs and the internal bleeding, they wouldn't be an issue anytime soon.
"Sorry you had to see that," she stuffed the bone club in a tote bag she had folded up in her pocket for carting her bones back to the camp. No use in being seen with a weapon after an assault. "We're here to help."
Artie located the keys, clipped to the tech's belt. He took them and kicked the man in the ribs with one steel toed boot. He began to work on the padlocks. "Stay here," he projected. "We'll move out together." He got the last lock undone and the civilians, dazed and confused, milled around making the small trailer feel even smaller.
Sarah pulled a flash drive from her pocket and plugged it into the nearest computer. The software to activate the data wipe began installing the moment the light flashed on. "Let's get rid of these samples and get the hell out of here."
They'd debated blowing the physical samples or just taking them to be dealt with by Jubilee. They'd gone for the latter, as tempting as blowing shit up was. Artie finished dumping them into a pair of backpacks and stepped back to kneel by one of the men Sarah had taken out. "If you ever consider doing this again, I will kill you," he said through his synthesiser before standing and stamping on the man's outstretched hand. Things broke.
"Let's go!"
Artie's phone chimed and he glanced at the text. They were on. Fireworks burst overhead and he added the rescue team's go signal - red, with blue and green. It wasn't subtle. Here and now, it didn't need to be.
The distraction worked. At the sound of the explosion, mingled with what might be screams of pain, several people in white tunics left the van, carrying first aid bags.
"Great." Sarah checked in visually with the team, when they were ready headed for the entrance door on the passenger side. The van had been bustling with activity before the commotion, and the door was still unlocked. She pulled it open, and a startled voice from inside called out, "Uh, ma'am, we're not open for..." But Sarah was already inside the door and up the two stairs that took her up to the main level in the back of the van. "Shut it, cupcake. I'm not here for your bullshit." She pulled a bone from her shoulder and the technician scrambled back into another tech.
Artie went for the third tech, brass knuckles adding weight to his punch and trusting Sarah to finish the man off for him. The patients, in the back, were chained. Ah, fuck. The keys were - where were the keys? He began ransacking the room, searching through drawers to find them. The text "Don't worry, we're getting you out" floated overhead.
They were probably worried regardless.
Sarah swung the bone club in her hand at the first tech's knees, taking advantage of the small space with nowhere to hide. She went down with a cry and the tech behind her lunged forward over her crumpled figure. "You bitch, you don't know what you're doing!"
Sarah laughed and swung her bony elbow up and under his chin. The sound was unpleasant and satisfying all at the same time. He fell back on top of the other tech, pinning them to the floor. The third tech moaned from the floor in the back of the van. She kicked the tech in the stomach and figured between the broken ribs and the internal bleeding, they wouldn't be an issue anytime soon.
"Sorry you had to see that," she stuffed the bone club in a tote bag she had folded up in her pocket for carting her bones back to the camp. No use in being seen with a weapon after an assault. "We're here to help."
Artie located the keys, clipped to the tech's belt. He took them and kicked the man in the ribs with one steel toed boot. He began to work on the padlocks. "Stay here," he projected. "We'll move out together." He got the last lock undone and the civilians, dazed and confused, milled around making the small trailer feel even smaller.
Sarah pulled a flash drive from her pocket and plugged it into the nearest computer. The software to activate the data wipe began installing the moment the light flashed on. "Let's get rid of these samples and get the hell out of here."
They'd debated blowing the physical samples or just taking them to be dealt with by Jubilee. They'd gone for the latter, as tempting as blowing shit up was. Artie finished dumping them into a pair of backpacks and stepped back to kneel by one of the men Sarah had taken out. "If you ever consider doing this again, I will kill you," he said through his synthesiser before standing and stamping on the man's outstretched hand. Things broke.
"Let's go!"