Alone Together (IC)

Wiremu looked as Stubbs picked up something.

"What is it? Also first we should prob find the rest of the squad..."

Stubbs be lookin' ova at Wiremu and wishin' dey had the luxury of doin' that. It was a gud idea, but shit it'd take them a damn while ta find eeryone and shit if dey cud in the lockdown.

"Dunno, man. We ain't got a clue bout dem whereabouts, ya kna? I guess we cud be doiin' it, but shit, do we gots da time?"

Wiremu looked around.

"First question...where are we?"

Stubbs didn't know exactly where dey be, but it be comin' back. If he be rememberin' all correct like, he knew how ta be gettin' back to da club.

"Aight, I think I kno where we shud be goin' and dis key here gotta be ta summin'. Can't be nah coincidence fuh findin' dis. I say we go lookin' fuh a back way in. It prolly be hard as shit ta get in, us two guys, witout a gurl. And shit, we ain't got no money. Les be lookin' fuh a better way ta get in and cause a ruckus like, maybe we get sum dem chasin' us and take 'em down outside. Take down enuff tha small fries and shoot, the big ones com runnin' soonah o latuh."

Stubbs didn't wait fuh a reply, he simply headed off in the direction of the club. Dey needed ta get dis dun, les dey wanna be all up in Arbites punishment shit.

Wiremu nodded and started following Stubbs.

"You think we can just rush the guard and get in?"

Stubbs be lookin' ova and be wonderin' if he be hearin' him right.

"Nah, nah, man, I mean like we be findin' anotha way in, yo," Stubbs replied, but then he got ta thinkin'. Maybe dey cud just rush the bouncer guy and cause a stir that way...

"I mean we cud just do that. Get at tha guy out front and maybe den we get der attention. Course, dey cud be havin' lots mo guys comin' at us. You shuh we can take all that action by ourselves?"

Wiremu thought for a moment.

"Pity we couldnt hire those kids to cause a stir..."

He looked around taking in there surroundings.

"You think those arbites would let us off some grand theft auto? We could pinch a car and drive it through the front door?"

A quick look around the alley shows that there is at least one vehicle sitting about. Who knows, maybe the doors were even unlocked?

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If Stubbs peaks out the alleyway to try and get his bearings, he sees Petra's club a few blocks to his right, on the left side of the street. He sees the front door the Bastards had stood by trying to figure out who would go in. While there is absolutely no sign of his squad, he does see a side alley by the building that may or may not lead to an alternate route inside.

Wiremu pokes his head out, and sees the car, as well as a somewhat familiar area.

"Well there is a car there...and thats the club down there for sure bro. Cant see the boys though. There is an alley beside the club though....What do you think Stubbs?"

Wiremu still ached from the whipping and wasnt relishing doing anything right now, but that bastards had them by the balls, and now they had to do their dirty work...

Stubbs waddn't a thinker that be fuh shuh, but he had ta be makin' a decision. He stood der lookin' out at the club and then back at the car.

"We drive that thang thru tha front and den what? Dey prolly blast us thruh til we ain't nutthin no mo. We have a tank and dat be a different story..."

He motions towards tha alleyway.

"Les go check out the backside. We get in, we create a ruckus, stir up tha place and hell maybe we get his attention...whatchu think?"

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If either checks the car, they find the doors locked. Stubbs has a feeling he can open it though.

With the main street devoid of life, crossing the street is easy enough. There aren't even any bouncers outside anymore, lest they draw the ire of the Arbites for breaking curfew, but a faint thumping of electro-slam music can be heard from within still.

The Chindit Operator and Stubbs make it to the backside with no issue. A chainlink fence closes off this area from the main thoroughfare. It is latched together with a length of thick chain and a big padlock.

Looking at it for a moment, both men realize that they might be too wide to get through.

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Wiremu looked up over the fence. It was a little high for his tastes.

"Hey didnt you find a key before? Try that?"

Stubbs stops hisself from tryin' to pick the lock, the littler guy was makin' sense...and shit now that damn key might jus' be comin' in handy.

"Damn right, yuh, I damn forgettin', les try dat," he says, pullin' out tha key and stickin' it in the hole. He turns it, hopin' that the thang opened and dey be gettin' inta tha buildin'.

The key slides into the underside of the lock with a comforting *click*. It turns smoothly and the lock pops out with no issue. The alley is poorly lit, amplifying the already dim luminescence of the dusk-cycle.

There is about twenty feet of ground to cover before the duo come to a raised loading dock of sorts. A short set of stairs leads to a large, shut garage. Just to the right of that is a standard door. Again, there is no one on watch - no doubt due to the lockdown and curfew. A quick check of the handle shows that this door too is locked.

Stubbs be lookin' down at the lock, and then the key again, lock, key, lock, key. Hell it be workin' befuh, so damn maybe dis key be workin' too. He be tryin' tha key again, hopin' deez boys stupid nuff ta put tha same key fuh the same shit.

Stubbs must feel extremely elated and edified when, just as before, the key slides in with a warm *click* and turns the key as easily as before. The door is immediately unlocked.

It opens inward into a hallway, which is completely empty for the moment. It runs for about ten feet, with one door on each wall - both closed - before ending in another doorway with a big piece of clear glass halfway up it. Even from here, you can see that this leads into a kitchen of some sort.

Wiremu had followed Stubbs as he unlocked both the gate and the door.

Moving up and close to Stubbs, Wiremu whispers to him.

"Oh shit. That was some lucky shit bro! Fuck now what??"

In a very low hushin' tone, Stubbs replies to the Chindit.

"Shit yeah, we be lucky now, but now we be doin' tha hard shit. Lemme get a good look through dis window."

Stubbs peeks his head up just a bit to see if he can be seein' anyone be in tha kitchen.

Awareness:

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The kitchen area appears empty from what Stubbs can see. At least for now, the coast was clear.

Wiremu kept an eye out while Stubbs was looking through the window, and moved quietly up to him.

"Do you reckon we just waltz around like we own the place? Start a fire in the kitchen? Make a noise and catch whoever comes to check it out?"

Stubbs be lookin' ovah at the Chindit and be tryin' his best ta get it goin' up there, get his thinkin' cap on. What be the bes way ta get someone ta come on down.

"Fire ain't a bad idea, least a small one oughta work out fuh us. Course dat be arson...shit, les roll up and be doin' it anyway, dey gots ta have alarms on tha place and then shit they gotta get out. We get him out hur and dey do tha rest."

Stubbs waddn't shuh though. Dey might jus be gettin' in mo trouble. He presses his ear ta see if he can still be heard by tha arbites.

"Hey, you guys hear us? Whatchu think? A fire gonna get him out tha buildin?

There's a brief crack of static and a click back.

"You're going to have to use your best judgement; you're in a much better position to determine that than any of us."

Stubbs be knowin' dat a fiyuh might be gettin' dem in trouble, but hey it might jus' be gettin' dem out tha buildin'. If it got an alarm and shit, dey might just flee outside and den dey could get tha boss man alone. Might as well be doin' it.

"Aight, well, der may be some fireworks happenin' soon."

The big man looks round and then opens the door, walkin' slowly into tha kitchen. He looks round fuh where dey be makin' dem meals and what could be gettin' a fiyuh goin' easy.

Wiremu followed Stubbs into the kitchen and started looking around.

"Lets set up some time delay shit. I can try look around the kitchen."

He redoubles his efforts and looks for things in the kitchen he could use to make some time delay incendiary device

Wiremu looks around, remembering that time his brother burnt rice, and quickly starts gathering together some big pots, and filling them with a little water, and rest with as much rice as he can.

"Hey Stubbs, help me put these on the burners yeah?"

He moves large full pots to the burners and cranks them up to high.

"Ok. Lets go have a look down the hall yeah? These will eventually just to smoke and burn, and in the confusion we can try find that guy, or the arbites can come in or some shit yeah?"

Stubbs movin' quick like helpin' Wiremu wit da plan. It was a pretty gud one too. Dey jus' gotta wait til dem lackeys be gettin' close by and den dey give 'em tha slip and go find the boss man. Easy enuff.

"Aight, les get it right, we gotta be shuh to be on da move once either an alarm be soundin' or dey be comin' runnin'."

He be lettin' him finish up and den moves ova to tha hallway, peepin' his head out ta see if der be anyone der.

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There are two swinging doors with two circular ports to see through. Through them, Stubbs can see that the kitchen is located just behind the bar. There are patrons sitting, talking, laughing, and drinking at the bar with a few bartenders serving them. The main floor beyond them opens up into a big dancing/socializing area. While Stubbs can't see it from his position, he is sure there is a stage off to the left somewhere. And he can see that there is a second floor higher up, but cannot make out any details.

Wiremu looks through the window and looks for any armed guards around the main room.

From his position, Wiremu doesn't see any armed guards.

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Wiremu doesn't spot any guards at all; the outside dance floor is still filled with people dancing, mingling, and going about their business...

Inside the kitchen, the rice begins to burn.

Wiremu and Stubbs exit as the smoke starts to rise. They easily enter the controlled chaos of the club. So far, no one has paid them any mind, even though they are both not dressed for the occasion and are clearly out of place. The two are able to mosey over to a corner of the place and get eyes on a staircase leading to the second floor - this was the VIP area. They know because this is where they see the first sign of muscle since the bouncer at the front door.

Two men in clothing better than the average club goer stand beside a velvet rope that blocks off the stairs. At the top, the stairs cut right and head off into a larger office-overlook.

While they wait, the smoke begins to bellow from the kitchen. Eventually someone catches on.

"Fire!" As word of fire starts to spread, people begin to panic and run while others stand still, frozen and indecisive. The two guards immediately vox something. More people come out from the office upstairs, peer out, then head back in.

By now, the smoke was pouring out from the kitchen in good amounts. One of the bouncers had approached to see what the problem was while the other stood guard.

The house music finally cut off.

From the second floor a large man with a bald head emerged and headed downstairs. He was barking orders left and right and the staff got into action. Looking angry, but calm, he gestured and a small retinue from the office started to exit.

A voice came over the loudspeakers. "Everyone please exit the building in a calm manner. Looters will be dealt with harshly."

Stubbs be watchin' as the chaos unfoldin' right befuh their very eyes. It be magical and it be remindin' him o' tha battlefield. A damn shame dey ain't blasted nuthin in a good lone while. He looks over to Wiremu. And then he whispers into the microbead.

"Fire be workin' a charm. They all be lookin' ta exit. Your little crew need be ready ta grab tha muthafetha."

Stubbs held his position, checkin' ta make shuh if they gots the right people exitin'.

Wiremu nudged Stubbs as the smoke began to pour out.
“Shit! I knew it bro! Worked like a charm!”

He waited as Stubbs talked to popo, watching as people started to leave.

The club started evacuating in earnest as the music cut and the loudspeakers repeated their announcement. Petra's goons ensured that there was a small perimeter around the man himself as they made their way to the front as well. Either there was no secret exit, or more likely the man who owned had most of this level in his pocket wasn't afraid of going out the front door.

Wiremu and Stubbs follow along the crowd. The controlled pandemonium allows people to ignore how out of place the two soldiers are, dressed as they are, in this setting. Crowds begin to form outside as smoke continues to billow from the inside.

It only takes a moment for the two to locate Petra and his goons. The big, bald man stood in the center of a group of about half a dozen. They were all dressed for the club, with the exception of one who was clearly recognizable as a ganger given the bright hair, piercings, and wonderfully colorful and provocative tattoos.

They had separated themselves from the larger crowds, leaning up against three street vehicles that must have been brought out after Stubbs and Wiremu entered the building (as they weren't there previously).

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People talked and gossiped while some whined about not being able to dance. Eventually, two more of Petra's employees exit the front and hold up their hands for all the be quiet.

"False alarm, people. Some genius left a burner on and ruined dinner, but that's about it." People cheered in response.

Petra responded in a booming voice that seemed to command the attention of all present. "Looks like we have an opening for a new chef if anyone wants the job." Like good sycophants, raucous laughter erupted.

People were just starting to make their way back in when the sirens started. Two arbites vehicles pulled in quickly and sharply from both ends of the street. As bystanders began to flee, Petra's men started pulling weapons. The arbitrators came out in force, three to a vehicle. At the forefront was Special Arbitrator Anderson.

"Petra Malinkavitcz, by the lawful order of the God Emperor of Mankind, within the jurisdiction of Port Wander Adeptus Arbites, you are hereby charged with murder, kidnapping, extortion, bribery, blackmail, assault and battery, and have been found guilty. Drop your weapons and come with us for processing or have your judgement carried out here."

Stubbs and Wiremu could hear a pin drop. Then Petra spoke.

"I don't think so." He smiled at the same moment the two at the entrance of Gammorah 6 opened fire with fully automatic stub weapons.

The firefight lit up the street. It was chaos. Bystanders who hadn't left were caught out in the open and cut to shreds. Arbitrators took cover, using their vehicles or shield and returned fire. In the chaos of it all, two of the vehicles tore off and away.

Special Arbitrator Anderson's voice cut out, somehow straight into both Stubbs and Wiremu's minds.

"He's getting away! Get after him!"

Wiremu’s Reyes went round as the chaos erupted. Taking cover as the gunfire erupted, he suddenly heard the arbitrators voice in his head.
“Fuck. This ain’t over...”
He spat at the thought of helping her some more and then nudged Stubbs.
“Fancy a ride bro?”
With that he dashed towards the remaining vehicle and jumped into the drivers seat.

Stubbs and Wiremu hopped into the truck. It was clear that the vehicle was only left behind due to the chaos of the situation and not because it wasn't ready to drive. Wiremu realizes that as soon as he enters and sees the keys sitting in the console and the vehicle's electronic start already activated.

The low hum is also an indicator that it is ready to go. In the distance, the remaining two vehicles tear off in a straight line. All around them, the fire fight continues. More of Petra's goons have come out of the smokey building and begun to pour fire on the arbites who themselves have upped the ante and begun firing back in an increasing crescendo.

Wiremu feels very comfortable regardless.

Musk-Truck Stats:

Stubbs is less comfortable, but that is only because of his size. Even still, this vehicle is leaps and bounds bigger than some of the standard Imperial Guard bucket seats he had been forced into.

Wiremu had a quick look at the interior, giving it a quick once over, before turning to Stubbs.

“Hold on bro!”

He was still pissed at the whole situation and this shitty station so he had some anger to burn off.
With that he floored it.

The truck takes off at speed, but Wiremu had some ground to make up. In order to do that, he needed to do some serious driving...

Serious Driving:

Stubbs be so cramped up in tha bitch that he don't even be needin' ta hold on, but shit if dey didn't get sum on tha drivin'.

"Get 'em Chindit. We bout ta make dem our bitches! WOOOOOO BOY!," Stubbs yelled, clearly enjoyin' tha ride givin' by Wiremu.

Wiremu clearly knew what he was doing. The truck, which had been spraypainted on one side "MUSK" - either an ode to its owner or perhaps a gang tagging by an idiot - pushed both men back in their seats as it jumped forward. In half a minute, Wiremu had already covered more than half the distance.

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Shortly after, the road becomes a little more cluttered and Wiremu is forced to slow a bit, losing some of the ground he gained.

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Still, the Chindit and Bastard could clearly make out their targets, some 65 meters ahead of them.

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Wiremu felt the rush as they swept through the streets.
Fuck it had been too long!

There were a couple of close misses as he had to slam on the brakes or dodge some pedestrian, but he felt like he was gaining on them.

"Let that bitch know we are catching up to those fullas! Not sure what we are supposed to do when we catch em!"

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Wiremu's driving easily covers the distance to the two cars they were chasing down. At these speeds the avenues and side streets zipped past as onlookers, their faces nothing but a blur, looked on behind garbage bins and from within closed storefronts and hab blocks.

The vehicle on the left, the smaller one with the graffiti and yellow paint job, moved up ahead and its window rolled down. A head carefully came out and looked back, trying to discern just who the hell was coming up on them. It went back in, and then came back out behind the barrel of an autogun.

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Wiremu saw the barrel poke out, and figured this beast could take some hits but he wasnt about to risk it.

"Bro! Hold on! And shoot them! Or both! HERE WE FUCKING GO!"

With that he floored it and aimed straight for the yellow car in front of them.

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Stubbs be chimin' in ova that earpiece to tha one callin' da shots.

"We got eyes on dem. We be bout to get on dat ass quick-like, so you gon be needin' ta get ya slow asses ova hur ta back us up. Fastuh tha betta."

He watches as tha Chindit be doin' sum damn good drivin'. Nothin' like der original operatuh, but shit it was nice like. Gainin' on dem little shits fast like.

"And got nuthin' ta fire wit my man. But shit, looks like you got it. GO GO GO!!!"

Wiremu still had his carbine slung, and passed it quickly over to Stubbs.

"Have at em bro!"

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The autogun ganger gets the weapon far enough out of the window to open fire. Wiremu can feel the weapon barrel pointing at his face...

...nothing happens. The ganger looks confused, clearly mouths the word "Fucking Fucker" and starts making the pull the magazine out of the weapon.

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Wiremu flinched slightly but breathed a sign of relief when it jammed.

"Im going try hit em again! Shoot em!"

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