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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Monarch Neo:
3/8/2017 9:37:45 PM
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@Q_Frosty
At the door of the Spartan's place of living, a note was taped on at eye level, handwriting in a neat format that carried traces of an alien language.
[i]We need to talk, Spartan. Weaponized soldier to weaponized soldier. Topic is urgent, but ears everywhere. Meet me in the hanger. At the blue and white gunship.
-High Enforcer RESABS MK1[/i]
[spoiler]Open to Frosty, obviously
(Holy hell RESABS is actually pretty cool for initials.)[/spoiler]
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The Spartan, unaware of how the other dude got his address, sighed, figuring it had to do something with the cartel. --- After a few minutes, the Spartan had arrived at the ship, clad in his charcoal colored armor, his SAW strapped onto his back. "Hmm..Not a bad set of wings.."
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Enforcer Steel was sitting in the pilot seat, with the glass canopy retracted. Upon seeing the Spartan, he twisted around, patting a set of groves in the hull and beckoning him over. "Come in, less chance that we'll get spied on inside." Steel moved back into the tiny, tiny living area just behind the cabin. A small drone flew over, projecting a holographic brick wall in front of the LTT Tankbred.
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The Spartan stepped inside. "So, what's all this about?" he asked, curious.
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Steel pulls up a feed from both helmet camera and footage from the drone, both documenting the events eariler. One showed the woman dying from overdose, the other, suicide by car bomb. "I may not have any intel connections here, but we all find those with a common goal. I understand you encountered a similar situation involving drug cartels. Both of our cases involve car mounted IEDs and cocaine. I suspect we're going after the same person."
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The Spartan nods. "The punk's name is Pablo. He's a self centered narcissistic drug lord who'll kill anyone to get what he wants. And he's not stupid either."
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Steel pulls off his helmet, putting a lit cigarette into his mouth. "Well, I've had ten-f[i]u[/i]cking-thousand years of experience in law enforcement downloaded into my head. I suppose with a few more people we'd be ready for an internal collapse. If I had an Imperial guard with me, we could go head on. But the first problem is the women. He's using pregnant woman as couriers, thinks we won't touch 'em cause of that. He's damn right. You saw what happened to the one I saved. We're going to have to put 'em in suicide quarantine whenever we can."
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"We'll need people to round up the pregnant women as we work to stop whatever he tries next. There's a good chance he's got plenty of methods up his sleeves so we'll need to shut down his resources.." he said. "If only we had more people.."
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"Well, gather any lawbringers you can. Healers, too. I can find the smugglers, we just need to secure them before the bags burst and keep them under observation. I've done this scenario before, and he has the initiative. I'll try tracing the coke to a physical source, and scout it as much as I can." Steel pinched out the cigarette with his hand, before tossing it into a small airlock that led to the ships fusion reactor.
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"I've already got the location of his main HQ, a drone of mine identified his face a few days ago." [spoiler]Question, what're lawbringers?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Basically anyone who upholds the law or defends the innocent. Cops, Intelligence, Vigilantes, that sort of thing.[/spoiler] "Well, that takes one step out. But we still need warehouse sites. Distribution points, things we can blow up easily. We can worry about that later, however."
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"Right. If we collect enough of these 'carriers' then we might be able to find out where they're coming from." he said, getting an idea. "There may be more than one location though, so it may take some time to piece it all together.."
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NYEHEHEH
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Edited by Monarch Neo: 3/9/2017 2:56:55 AM[b] [/b]
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