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Transian Public Library - Log 5
They ambush the convoy on the highway.
Garrison was at the wheel of the lead car as they started to close on the two vehicle convoy. The lead vehicle was their target; a Finnish Patria AMV taking the lead. Behind it was a converted armored truck, which was the target for the second car. Kane shifted gears and pulled out, ready to hit the gas and swerve past and catch the lead vehicle. Beside him was Jean, who would focus on disabling the APC while Kane kept them on the road.
In the second car, with Amanda at the wheel, were MA and Wanda, tasked with stopping the armored car that held the library they were targeting. The souped up and armored Range Rovers they’d collected from Silver Sable International were beasts on the highway, as souped up and protected as much as any military vehicle.
“I don’t see a firm point on the APC.” Kane said as they drove closer. “So, you know, no cannon fire once we reveal our intentions.”
"Damn, alerting the Transian authorities and spending a few years in jail was on my to do list," Jean said, deadpan save for a sparkle in her eyes as she nodded ahead. "I'll be careful, Garrison."
Amanda's voice came over the comms: "Thing 2 to Thing 1, we're ready in position. Let's get this party started."
In the second car, Amanda glanced over at Marie-Ange. "I can't believe you let Garrison pick the code names."
Marie-Ange met Amanda's eyes. "I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees." she said, utterly deadpan, without so much as a blink or twitch of her mouth. At her feet she had a sturdy looking bag, in one hand, a deck of cards she kept splitting one-handed, and the other held a bottle of water that she drank from, and then set into the jury-rigged cup holder clipped to one of the very many frame clips inside the vehicle. She glanced over her shoulder at Wanda in the back. "What do you think, Cindy Lou Who, sudden parking brake engagement, or start with some ectoplasmic jersey barriers?"
“I am retiring after this mission is what I think,” Wanda said with a sniff. She shifted forward to better see through the windshield. Spidery webs of red swirled around her vision at high speed for a moment. “Let’s start with those barriers. It’ll be easier at speed for me to control the chaotic domino effect if they are already starting to slam on their brakes.”
She shook her head. “Thing 1, on your mark. Also, I hope you get haunted by Dr. Seuss’ ghost.”
"I was on the spot. it was the first thing that came to mind." Kane said, as he hit the gas. "The armored car is yours. We'll take the APC." The Range Rover peeled out and whipped past the APC, seeming to leave it in the dust behind it on the highway. After a few minutes, he shifted and pulled the handbrake, throwing the car into a bootlegger turn, coming now facing the convoy in the lane. "Here goes nothing." Kane muttered and hit the gas.
As their vehicle shot down the road toward the first APC, Jean's unfocused gaze never wavered, even as the APC sailed onto a telekinetic ramp. She tilted her head as the APC flipped onto its side, sending off sparks and skidding to an abrupt stop once it hit a nearby tree.
In front of the armored truck, the side of the highway doubled in width, and then crept inward, the jersey walls appearing out of nowhere, chalky white with beads of ectoplasmic sweat on their sides. Marie-Ange had one hand white-knuckle tight on her deck of cards, and the other on the door handle, with her head just out the window. "Bringing them down to one lane as best I can, but the moment they hit one they are going to know they are ephemeral." The jersey walls kept growing, repeating themselves over and over and dissolving into sludge as soon as the armored truck passed. "They are going to know something is up any moment now."
"That's all we need, love. Better hang onto something." Up ahead the APC was on its side, blocking the reduced lane and the truck slowed; Amanda rammed her foot onto the accelerator and drove their Range Rover into the back of the truck looking to ram the front of it into the downed APC. The Range Rover jolted with the impact, shaking its passengers around, but it was more than sturdy enough. "I could do with a hand, Boss Lady. The brakes on that thing are too bloody strong," the witch grated out between clenched teeth as she kept her foot jammed on the gas pedal.
Even slowing, the speeds at which the lines of chaos and ripple effects were ever changing was dizzying but she knew what she was looking for. “There it is…”
A moment went with no change and then suddenly there was no resistance from the truck ahead of them. As Amanda pressed forward, the bumper slipped up slightly onto the hood of the Rover, liquid and smoke spewing from under the truck. “Such a shame no one goes in for regular maintenance anymore,” Wanda said, bracing herself.
"That's perfect." Amanda lifted her foot slightly then pushed down on the pedal again, the Range Rover lurching forward and pushing the truck into the APC. "All good back here, Thing 1, time to say hello to our new friends."
"Well ahead of you." Kane had already pulled up beside the APC. "A little TK assist and-" He slammed his great strength into the side of the APC and with a burst from Jean helping, shoved it into the next lane. The armored car smashed into it just after Amanda hit the brakes and the impact rolled it on to its side as well. The side hatch of the APC, now facing the sky, popped open and a man in security gear crawled out, followed by three more, groaning.
But then all four of the men seemed to stiffen and drop like their puppet strings had been cut. Jean brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "They looked like they could use a nap," she said with a shrug. She put her hand up to her ear piece.
"All done on our end. How's it going, Thing 2?"
"All good so far." Amanda watched as Marie-Ange and Wanda left the car to deal with the truck's driver and passenger.
"Amanda," Marie-Ange started to ask as she called up a trio of bright orange safety pylons behind the armored vehicle, blocking the lane. "what are the odds you can convince the road behind us to just eat the tyres of any vehicle for the next five minutes?" she asked, almost conversationally to Amanda, despite sprinting to the side of the truck as a man climbed out. His forehead was already bloody, cut up by the safety glass and smeared with the yellow dust from the airbag that had deployed.
He staggered once, and then Marie-Ange struck, one booted foot into his knee and then her knee into his back as he went down to the ground. She wrapped an arm around his neck as he struggled weakly. "Pardon, I may be here for a moment until he passes out."
Garrison was at the wheel of the lead car as they started to close on the two vehicle convoy. The lead vehicle was their target; a Finnish Patria AMV taking the lead. Behind it was a converted armored truck, which was the target for the second car. Kane shifted gears and pulled out, ready to hit the gas and swerve past and catch the lead vehicle. Beside him was Jean, who would focus on disabling the APC while Kane kept them on the road.
In the second car, with Amanda at the wheel, were MA and Wanda, tasked with stopping the armored car that held the library they were targeting. The souped up and armored Range Rovers they’d collected from Silver Sable International were beasts on the highway, as souped up and protected as much as any military vehicle.
“I don’t see a firm point on the APC.” Kane said as they drove closer. “So, you know, no cannon fire once we reveal our intentions.”
"Damn, alerting the Transian authorities and spending a few years in jail was on my to do list," Jean said, deadpan save for a sparkle in her eyes as she nodded ahead. "I'll be careful, Garrison."
Amanda's voice came over the comms: "Thing 2 to Thing 1, we're ready in position. Let's get this party started."
In the second car, Amanda glanced over at Marie-Ange. "I can't believe you let Garrison pick the code names."
Marie-Ange met Amanda's eyes. "I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees." she said, utterly deadpan, without so much as a blink or twitch of her mouth. At her feet she had a sturdy looking bag, in one hand, a deck of cards she kept splitting one-handed, and the other held a bottle of water that she drank from, and then set into the jury-rigged cup holder clipped to one of the very many frame clips inside the vehicle. She glanced over her shoulder at Wanda in the back. "What do you think, Cindy Lou Who, sudden parking brake engagement, or start with some ectoplasmic jersey barriers?"
“I am retiring after this mission is what I think,” Wanda said with a sniff. She shifted forward to better see through the windshield. Spidery webs of red swirled around her vision at high speed for a moment. “Let’s start with those barriers. It’ll be easier at speed for me to control the chaotic domino effect if they are already starting to slam on their brakes.”
She shook her head. “Thing 1, on your mark. Also, I hope you get haunted by Dr. Seuss’ ghost.”
"I was on the spot. it was the first thing that came to mind." Kane said, as he hit the gas. "The armored car is yours. We'll take the APC." The Range Rover peeled out and whipped past the APC, seeming to leave it in the dust behind it on the highway. After a few minutes, he shifted and pulled the handbrake, throwing the car into a bootlegger turn, coming now facing the convoy in the lane. "Here goes nothing." Kane muttered and hit the gas.
As their vehicle shot down the road toward the first APC, Jean's unfocused gaze never wavered, even as the APC sailed onto a telekinetic ramp. She tilted her head as the APC flipped onto its side, sending off sparks and skidding to an abrupt stop once it hit a nearby tree.
In front of the armored truck, the side of the highway doubled in width, and then crept inward, the jersey walls appearing out of nowhere, chalky white with beads of ectoplasmic sweat on their sides. Marie-Ange had one hand white-knuckle tight on her deck of cards, and the other on the door handle, with her head just out the window. "Bringing them down to one lane as best I can, but the moment they hit one they are going to know they are ephemeral." The jersey walls kept growing, repeating themselves over and over and dissolving into sludge as soon as the armored truck passed. "They are going to know something is up any moment now."
"That's all we need, love. Better hang onto something." Up ahead the APC was on its side, blocking the reduced lane and the truck slowed; Amanda rammed her foot onto the accelerator and drove their Range Rover into the back of the truck looking to ram the front of it into the downed APC. The Range Rover jolted with the impact, shaking its passengers around, but it was more than sturdy enough. "I could do with a hand, Boss Lady. The brakes on that thing are too bloody strong," the witch grated out between clenched teeth as she kept her foot jammed on the gas pedal.
Even slowing, the speeds at which the lines of chaos and ripple effects were ever changing was dizzying but she knew what she was looking for. “There it is…”
A moment went with no change and then suddenly there was no resistance from the truck ahead of them. As Amanda pressed forward, the bumper slipped up slightly onto the hood of the Rover, liquid and smoke spewing from under the truck. “Such a shame no one goes in for regular maintenance anymore,” Wanda said, bracing herself.
"That's perfect." Amanda lifted her foot slightly then pushed down on the pedal again, the Range Rover lurching forward and pushing the truck into the APC. "All good back here, Thing 1, time to say hello to our new friends."
"Well ahead of you." Kane had already pulled up beside the APC. "A little TK assist and-" He slammed his great strength into the side of the APC and with a burst from Jean helping, shoved it into the next lane. The armored car smashed into it just after Amanda hit the brakes and the impact rolled it on to its side as well. The side hatch of the APC, now facing the sky, popped open and a man in security gear crawled out, followed by three more, groaning.
But then all four of the men seemed to stiffen and drop like their puppet strings had been cut. Jean brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "They looked like they could use a nap," she said with a shrug. She put her hand up to her ear piece.
"All done on our end. How's it going, Thing 2?"
"All good so far." Amanda watched as Marie-Ange and Wanda left the car to deal with the truck's driver and passenger.
"Amanda," Marie-Ange started to ask as she called up a trio of bright orange safety pylons behind the armored vehicle, blocking the lane. "what are the odds you can convince the road behind us to just eat the tyres of any vehicle for the next five minutes?" she asked, almost conversationally to Amanda, despite sprinting to the side of the truck as a man climbed out. His forehead was already bloody, cut up by the safety glass and smeared with the yellow dust from the airbag that had deployed.
He staggered once, and then Marie-Ange struck, one booted foot into his knee and then her knee into his back as he went down to the ground. She wrapped an arm around his neck as he struggled weakly. "Pardon, I may be here for a moment until he passes out."