Wheatfield Investigations

[The Stranger]

There was a sound like a "BURP" of compressed air, and suddenly a hot-pink gook, with the consistency of the old kid's playdoo went flying by his shoulder, and hit "Not-Frank' in the arm, leading him to curse.

The men gave pursuit.

[The Smith]

Sam thought interesting, but turned down the alley anyway. He was running, and wondered how many players there really were in this game. What had he gotten himself into. He ran down the alley at full bore.

[The Stranger]

The second "Burp" gun did its thing, only this time it caught Sam in the left arm, pinning it at a bizarre and useless postion while he was running. The other men were giving chase as well.

"Stop or we will shoot you." came the predictable voice.

[The Smith]

Sam turned again moving down another alley. He was cursing as he ran. He tried to run faster. He was pretty screwed now. No choice though he was not going to give up. It was not his way. He just ran.

[The Stranger]

SirTabitha said, I should warn you that you are entering the territory of the Nova Nuke gang. They are reported to be exceedingly territorial. Please exercise caution.

[The Smith]

Sam laughed to himself, and as he ran he began to yell and holler. Nonsense words and sounds designed to get the attention of people who were close by. New plan, much worse then the first, but his odds sucked anyway. He looked around as he ran, and turned again down another alley.

[The Stranger]

It worked, "Oi what the frag mate?" came a yell from an open window above the alley, "Shut yer gob!"

There was more likewise illiterate bitching.

Than the first gunshot range out, a three round burst. Sam knew the difference between a warning shot, and miss, and these were misses, but not by much.

He saw doors beginning to open on both sides of the street. Men, in stages of half-dress, irritation plain on their faces, firearms in hands, or stuffed into the waistbands of hastily thrown on sweat pants.

[The Smith]

Sam kept running, and started yelling, "raid... there is a fucking raid." He gestured behind him as he ran. He was suddenly unsure if he was sane or not. He was going to have look into that later if he survived.

[The Stranger]

Gunfire began in earnest almost immediately. The men didn't know who Sam was, probably, but they knew CorpSec when they saw it. And they didn't like it.

Sam didn't stop running until the sound of gunfire seemed almost distant.

[The Smith]

Sam started walking, and unslung his coat wrapping it around where the burp gun had hit. "Tabby... how do I get this shit off."

[The Stranger]

It's a proprietary solvent, chemically similar to the adhesive used to attach car bumpers She replied, I am searching in series of forums for an appropriate solution, please stand by

[The Smith]

Sam laughed, "Car bumpers.... that was... strange." He was talking to Tabitha, he must be completely insane.

[The Stranger]

Apparently there are several over the counter solvents which can be applied. Any store should be able to assist you. She added.

[The Smith]

Sam nodded, and said, "Make me a route to the nearest one please." Once Tabatha replied, he followed it to the appropriate location, and looked for the product inside.

[The Stranger]

Once Sam got a hold of the solvent the sticky goop that was restricting him began to dissolve. Sir you have an incoming message from an unidentified source. Video file, please view my screen.

When Sam did that, he saw security footage from the Bridge, obviously shot from one of The Troll's cameras. It showed a large man firing a cybernetic minigun from his arm. He can then be seen executing The Troll, and dragging the girl off. The last part of the video shows him on foot as he moves away from The Bridge.