* CHUD Mafia RPG - Chapter 9 - Page 2

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Cannery: Second Floor
(ATTN: Othello, Paulie, Virgil)

(Please make sure that you are keeping track of ammo and inverntory, taking into account the additional items you lifted from the guards, etc.)

An uncomfortable silence passes as the elevator whirs faintly. It seems delayed on the first floor momentarily, then begins its rise again. The overhead panel flickers red, showing it is almost present.

Othello, Virgil and Paulie brace for the metal doors to open, nerves frayed by the lack of hostiles in the entire top floor that they just swept with bullets.

(Respond to the arrival of the elevator, not what you find inside. I will reply as soon as I can to what is behind the door, if anything.)

Helicopter
(ATTN: Dino, Frank, Roman)

Frank's wild spray isn't enough to stop the rocket-wielding Triad, evidenced by the distant spark of rocket kickback. Frank watches helplessly, with Dino peering over his shoulder as wind and rain fail to stop the projectile.

Roman's attention turns to the rocket as well, and the three of you make your peace with your Maker. The pilot does his best to steer clear, but is close to crippled by fear. The chopper now lingers over the rooftop again, about 30 feet up.

Wind howls. Rain spits silently on the windshield, and into the open cabin door. In a moment of clarity, Roman and Dino dive for the opposite door simultaneously, ripping it open.

Dino falls back in recoil, Roman lands flat. The eye of God seems to be on his wayward children, as the rocket darts clean through the chopper, crossing from one open door through the other.

The three of you are stunned. EVen Paulie would be with out words if he had seen this... this miracle.

"Losing... fuel... fast," the pilot ruins the silence with another warning. Leaking fuel mingled with rain slips from the outer hull. On instinct, the frightened air-chauffeur brings his beaten vessel close to the rooftop, wasting no time seraching for the helipad.

Scream of metal scraping awakens all onboard. The eagle, however crookedly, has landed.

Second Floor
(ATTN: ALL PLAYERS)

Silence is broken by a "ding" of arrival. Paulie feels a momentary flashback to Chinatown, as the doors slide open to reveal...

At least three Triads, armed with UZIs, face warily into the room, about to move forward. As they take the first step, Othello and the Jester unleash a torrent of lead into their collective gullet, with Virgil sliding into place diagonally.

The three men stop only when the bloody remains of their foes line the small compartment floor. Smoke and souls rise simultaneously. Three sets of disappointed ancestors greet their foolish kin.

The elevator is clear.

Roman and Frank are near the bottom of the stairwell as the gunfire subsides. Either all the "family" or all their "company" just got wiped out, as no sound comes from the distance. As the two of you peer down, you are joined by Dino. Ahead lies the broken down door to the conference room (see map) and bullet ridden walls beyond.

Endgame
(Paulie, Virgil, Othello, Roman, Frank, Dino)

Othello and Paulie make there way through the hatch onto the top of the elevator car. The inside of the shaft reeks of stale... something.

The two men hear a suspicious clank from above. As though some kind of latch or swing-bar was lodged inplace against the door overhead, leading out onto the roof.

Virgil and Frank slide into the metal box, leaving room for Roman and Dino to filter in behind them. Bloodied "1F" and "B" buttons await selection, on the panel to Frank's right.

Endgame
(ATTN: ALL)

The hum of aged elevator kicks in, signalling descent. From their point atop the chamber, Paulie and Othello pick up the motion of cables as an additional hint.

Hearbeats quicken. Thundering like a crash of rhinos, the four lower passengers brace themselves for the inevitable. The two up top not much different.

Between the group, they had spotted no less than 7 Triad vehicles approaching. Multipled by 4... almost 30 goons joining the ranks of whatever was already inside.

A trap. there would be no blasting out of this one. To charge in with gunfire ripplign would be suicide.

Ding. That fucking sound. Too often, it seems that waiting on elevators had ended in gunfire. Why? Why did it have to happen again?

The doors slid open, and four warriors gritted teeth, two guardian angels hovering just above the now motionless car.

A ballet of death? An orgy of gunfire? A symphony of suicide.

No. Quiet greeted them.

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Exiting into the room slowly, each eye lurked across the room for poised gunmen. Nothing. A sudden snapping, then hissing sound echoed from the corners of the ceiling above the conveyor belt area.

"Mr. Redman and company," a voice echeod as if through a bull-horn. As the crew of six descended into the room and took up strategic door positions, they spotted overhead intercom speakers.

Roman moved to the West, oustide the heavy "curtain", back to the wall. Othello and Dino moved quickly to the large dock doors, all shut and clamped from the outside. Redman took the southwestern end, Dino the southeast. Virgil moved instinctively to the employee entrance in the northeastern part of the room, while Frank tucked himself into a defensible position behind the converyors in the room's center. Paulie took watch over the elevator, which idled on their floor.

The voice stood out to Redman.

"Weasel."

The wormy former employer continued (remember, think James Woods), "You and your... family," he let out a chuckle, "...are surrounded. The room you are in is filling with tear gas."

He isn't bluffing. From various shafts along the ceiling and side walls, white gas wafted slowly into the room. For the most part, there was no way to get a solid glimpse outside.

Roman made out a few henchman beyond the glassed-in lobby, and Virgil could see through the smoked glass on the employee door that there was movement outside nearby. Flashes of red and white clothing.

"You and your men can come out and surrender, or we can open fire on the building. There's no third option... we'll give you... 3 minutes? Yes. 3 minutes to choose the fate of you and your ...'friends'," the speaker clicked off, as Weasel's last words echoed through the cannery floor.

(Setting update: It is darkening outside, closing in on dusk. The rainclouds are looming, still showering the exterior of the building lightly but consistently.)

Endgame
Cannery: Exterior
(ATTN: ALL PLAYERS)

The storm continues to saturate parking lot asphalt, as six men slowly pace forward. The group of men step slowly out of the lobby doors, facing an army of no less than twenty Triads, with at least 15 or so of Weasel's finest local boys loafing about. There are doubtlessly more men around the perimeter.

Darkness of night appraoches, as all six of you now stand clear in the parking lot's western side. You see seveal vehicles, including a black limo. Stepping out of the limo is Linh Lao, joining the man known as Weasel behind heavy guard.

The irritable recruiter smirks at his captives, and Lao smiles as she stares Roman's men down. The woman seems to have a beef with every man present, a telltale fire in her eyes.

A group of Uzi-clad Triads moves in cautiously to frisk the crew. A quick survey of the situation is all that is needed to remind each of your "prisoners" that any sudden moves will likely earn you a swift death.

Rain washes down on you as you stand agains the brightness of spotlights and Cadillac hi-beams. Between squints Othello spots a flicker. A distant light, somewhat far off yet. An open and close that is almost rhythmic... a deliberate signal of some sort. None of the allied forces around you seem to take notice.

With a feint gesture, Roman's attention is turned to the light as well. It is a signal... morse code, perhaps. He catches the tail end as the message ceases and the distant glimmer dies.

Each of you are approached by one or two of the Chinese thugs to be searched. If undeterred, they will locate and remove all guns, clips, and knives (shurkien, etc.) from your person. You will need to post whatever inventory you are attempting to conceal, any dialogue, etc. Risky action could cost the group their lives. Be wise.