Mission #3. The Silver Bullet.

Killed a werewolf. A friggin furry beast. Suppose I have to reconsider my list of most unwanted creatures. Anything pointy is #two from now on. Arrogant sonovabitch. Didn't like his silver, though. So the fairy tales are indeed correct.

Anyhoo. Jimmy. Jimmy McNullty. Old McDonald had a farm. Heeyah-heeyah-ho. … I feel Indiana-Jonish. So I still am a wee bit beside my usual, great self. Should've kept some whisky around. I'd give Leofwyr's left leg for a bottle of a decent malt right now. Thank the gods he can't read this. I think he'll be pissed.

We met Jimmy couple days ago, november 20^th. In a bar which is called Home of the Brave. No shit. … How am I supposed to write this shit down, when alomst every detail is an invite to be … whatever. 

Jimmy is late. The meet finally takes palce in the vip section. He says he requires „professional assistance“. Says he doesnt need killers. Says he needs men who are able to do dangerous stuff discretely. I should staple my right eyebrow to my receding hairline. 

The target's name rolls right of your tongue. Hosé Carrero. Carrero is retired, allegedly, and was last located in NorCalina. I remember some of it. Supposed to be sort of place for the retired. 

Jimmy wants Hosé. Alive. Wants to ask him some questions. We're supposed to get him. But without any info on his emmo, his whereabouts, his contacts, his whatever. We leave with nothing but the labels „assassin“ and „big shot“. Our contact is a hacker, again. Vegas. 

Redding looks like A Fistful Dollars meets TWD. Electricity off, stations for horses, you name it. Our first stop is a drug store. A literal one. „The Land of the Free“. Leo and Aaron do the talking here. I cover the exit but in the end I tend to be curious so I take a look around. One jar says „The Yellow Brick Road“. I. am. Not. Kidding.

This place (Redding, not the store) is run by two groups. The elves and the Chinese Triad. Since I am not very fond of pointies, I stay in the car while Leo and Aaron go talk to them.

One of the Jacked Ups tells Aaron, that Hosé fucked up the chinese. Killed bout 50 guys. We decide to set up surveillance at the free country. So its hide and seek for a while. Until there's a big van. We wait until everybodys gone. There is some wolf thingy in the basement. Aaron doesn't like it. This looks like some worship place. I remember something liek this. Lone Star had this incident. Dozens of agents dead.

So we have to deal with a werewolf. Awesome. We need silver. Vegas helps us out. He doesnt want anything in return. This is weird. He even has some spanish dude with a workshop on speed dial. Leo manages to manufacture some silver bullets. And a collar and handcuffs as well. Sweet. Can't wait to force these things on Hosé el Lobo. We go to the plantation. I send Leofwyr out first to have a look. It's a full moon. Of course it is. 

Leo and i take out the two smokes on the back stairs. The second Hosé begins ti change Aaron confuses him. I slap the collar around his neck. „You have the right to remain silent.“ Ha Ha. Aaron's spirit just swallows one of the guys on Werewolf's security detail. I call for Lofwyr. He sends the second guy to nirvana while I knock out the no-wolf-anymore. We head back to the shop. Grenade the wolf head thingy. Aaron's really not fine here. Tries to destroy the left over thingy with a huge spell. Fails. Melts the floor. Leo shoots it with a shrug of his shoulders and another silver bullet.

Mission #2. Escaping the Rock II

stupid conference. they couldn't even 
spell my name

It's the middle of the night, again. Mr You-cant-see-me and tool kit are getting wasted, again. The only difference this time: they're doing so on a plane. A private jet, actually. Jimmy Pointy Ears McNull agreed to take us back to the country. Great view from the window. Kept a coffee from the hotel, its devine, even though its cold by now.

The last couple days at the restaurant pass without any further disturbings. Pointy wanted to stash the ork in the freezer. Because of the smell. Since I'm a little impressed by his defense mechanisms and since I don't want to spend the next days with a not just drunk but whining elf I hack up the ork and stuff him in the ice box.


Finally we leave for the conference, leave the guns and the ammo and the ork-gulash in the freezer. Leo actually leaves a note, apologizing for the mess.

Aaron gets a second chance to prove he's worthy. At the checkpoint he confuses everybody, Leo hits the gas and we're off.

The rest is boring. Freeze starts to be all whiny in front of the hotel, since he's confronted with three angry dudes yet again because he puts the "maybe" on the plane ticket. again. What is it with this guy? Leo stuns him, he sags like a pierced balloon. pfffft, he's on the floor. Heart attack. 

There's cake at the conference. Real cake. And real coffee. And a lot of suits, but they're all buisy talking to and about themselves. And there's Jimmy. He babbles on about organized crime in the arctic. Aaron pretends to be asleep in his chair, Leo seeks to impress Jimmy with some been-there-done-that-questions, I keep watching Jimmy and the audience. Can't read him yet. afterwards we talk business. He's interested. He agrees to put us to work and to get us outta here. Got new SINS and everything.

Well. I also kept the Russian 30k. Could be worse. 

Mission #2. Escaping the Rock I

That stubborn, doughnut munching hacker almost jeopardized the whole mission. we left Boris, with his guns, and called Freeze. after some debate we convinced him to meet us at a new hide out. a restaurant this time. thai. deserted, two addicts inside. I don't like addicts.

Freeze arrives, accompanied by two ásatrúarkirkjan guys. So he has a tail. we get inside and talking, the escorts stay outside. i cover the door. He tries a circumventive style this time, but it won't work. since we won't stop asking questions he seriously tries to make a run for it. is he fucking kidding me? he's surrounded by a wizard, a guy with a stun hand and a Troll. I kick him back to his chair but he starts screaming like a girl who dropped her popsicle. The escort rushes in. At my command, Lofwyr follows on their heels. Aiming at the guys from behind. nicely done. They're not interested in getting killed so they leave. The're back later and with company. awesome.

Finally we can convince Freeze to tell us the truth. Or at least parts of it. He owes 400k to the Russians. Ares is offering him a job. the "I'll get you out of the country" becomes a "maybe" again. I knew that guy's full of shit. Leo's pissed and threatens to bust his knee. Whining and wriggling he adds that he's supposed to meet a Jimmy at the conference next week.

When the pagans come back, we make a run for it. Freeze leads us to a second restaurant. polish this time. wtf.

We decide to set up camp. I hide the truck in an alley and pile up the weapons in a corner close the door. Leo takes the first shift. I put Lofwyr on roof duty. the area seems to be clear for now. My comrades' only concern seems to be the number of beer bottles. The voice in my head scoffs that you can't run out of beer, you're in a polish restaurant. I keep that one to myself. 

we hide undisturbed until we spot an ork, who, judging by his attempt to act casually, really tries to pretend not to be on the look out. but he is. Lofwyr spots him, as he closes in on the restaurant. We play a little hide and seek, it almost works but the hacker is so caught up in his stupid game that he lost track on reality. And yells at his phone exactly the second the ork was about to leave. Should've smashed the guy's head when I had the chance.

The ork, however, wants the hacker. Really, really wants the hacker. I guess we all have the same thought: Boris. The first round from his gun yells "i'm serious gimme the hacker" and he's not exactly the chatty kind. It takes us but a few seconds to finish him off. In style: Pointy ears firebombs him, I spike his head to the wall with my spurs. It happens so fast it has to be magic. wink.

Mission #1. The Warehouse

I'm camped out in my truck. It's six in the morning, maybe half past. Turns out I'm stranded on this beautiful, sunny and very welcoming rock. Something happened back home, they say they lost their contract. I lost my SIN, my kinda comfy hotel room, my plane ticket, my everything. Kept the truck, though. S not as nice as my own back home, of course, but it'll do. Has to. So last evening I get a call from this guy, claims to be one Mr Freeze. He pretends to be all mysterious and shit. He knows about my being stranded, and he does the "help me and I'll help you"-routine. So I agree to meet him. At some shady bar and in the middle of the night. of course. can you be any more cliché. 

So i spent some time teaching Lofwyr some new verbal commands. tis always better to have a dog which launches its grenades on commands the enemy won't regard as such.



Anyhoo. The bar. weird place, deserted, no one's there. cept for to other guys. I stay in the shadows, for the moment. they don't spot me right away. then along come's a third guy, stubby, chubby, greasy, you name it. he even has doughnuts on his tie, his stain stings my nose even here. 

he kinda asks around, keeps looking in the shadows. I join the party, turns out, I'm not the only one who's stranded: One pointy ears, Aaron, arrogant, newbie, no idea why Lone Star hired him, or even send him on vacation, after three bloody months "on the job". Thin as a wire. and a show off. wannabe wizard, of course. One walking tool kit. Leo. human. kinda handy with guns. doesn't care about anything, ready to make a deal with whoever serves his interest.Well. Could've been worse.

Donought guy says he has a gambling debt with the Russians. Awesome. Says he owns 40k to one Boris. we should keep him of his back for one week and he'll bring us out of the country. How he knew about the three of us being stranded here? shrug. how he'll fly us home? shrug. he does a lot of shrugging. getting intel out of him is like getting blood out of a stone.


He manages to tell us where we might find said Boris. We head over there. What can I say. Finally some action. Tool kit takes a laptop from the office and in the warehouse me meet a couple guys and even more weapons. Pointy manages to make us invisible. and ends up sending a fire spirit over to the gun nuts, where it hovers exactly above the ammo and the guns: they pop like a bunch of pixes. without the tiny shrieks though.

One fat guy who clearly is in to bling bling has to die. one even heavier dude's our target. he's not at all surprised. I have to do the talks, since tool kit went fetch the truck and since pointy prefers to stay invisible. they keep talking in my head though. its annoying. Boris slides over 30k and asks that I keep the guns. I pocket the money. He promises nothing and clearly he doesn't give a shit about me or the dead guy or the 30k.

Intro. Stranded on Iceland.

I have to start a new journal. Since they shipped me to this wasteland, ruled and divided by the Ásatrúarkirkjan, the usual company (run by an elf, of course) and the russian mob, I don't have my stuff with me. Just my dog, and a rental truck. This sucks. I have to make the best of it. Maybe the hills beyond the slums are still green...

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