Mission 5b - Come along with the Snork

Sun answers WuJen's question with a moan, followed by: "Mommy, I have a booboo..."
His fever is starting to run rather high now, as he's laying down, floating between consciousness and passing out, the fight and the damage having worn him down completely.

"I'm looking for one now, I'll get back when I land."

WuJen looks on the matrix for another Love Hotel in a better area to ensure the Cobras don't find them quickly, if at all. Once they arrive he messages Kin the location before having Earth settle Sun into the bed.

Afterwards he does his best to patch Sun up and heal his wounds before settling himself down to sleep, leaving the Spirits to watch for trouble with instructions for Little Dragon to wake them should any trouble arrive.

Kin gets the message from WuJen, enters the location on his GridGuide, and drives to the new location.

Once there, he drives his WestWind down the street to a pay parking lot , walks back to the hotel, finds and enters a room on the ground floor, stashes his Predator under the pillow next to him on the bed and stretches out to fall asleep.

In the days following, while Sun and Cannis heal up, WuJen spends much of his time in the Astral Plane, watching the activity at the Cobra compound.

A good night's sleep is all Kin needs to feel completely refreshed. He realizes he's a little luckier than Sun and a lot luckier than Cannis. He also realizes he needs more ammo and anything else he can get his hands on to defeat the bikers. They also need a solid plan. First things first.

He puts a call into Buki. in an effort to update his situation. He needs to meet again with his contact and stock up.

Kin thanks Buki and provides him the address they're staying at. With a little time on his hands, he goes outside and walks to his car. Once there, he opens the passenger door, looking around to make sure the coast is clear. He needs to reload his clip, but would have a tough time explaining a rifle hanging off his shoulder. A clip he can carry in his pocket. He presses a button, ejects the clip, pops it into a pocket and makes his way back to the hotel.

Now, the hard part. They needed to devise a plan that didn't include walking up to the Black Cobra camp and fighting toe-to-toe.

Sun, being bedridden the past days, had plenty of time to think. The gang is probably bunkering down, bolstering their defenses. Taking them on at their current strength, at their base, would likely end worse than the last confrontation did. He also wonders how to spread the focus of their fire a bit more.

It then hits him!

He grabs his cellphone. It falls onto the bed, but he manages to grab it again. After a good twenty minutes, he gets the thing to call Mushiba.

"Don't worry, we're fine. I would like to discuss them with you and the others face to face, if you don't mind. Can you meet up at the community center?"

((Assuming he does and the community center is available, Sun then goes on to let the rest of the crew know to meet up there.))

Sun walks to the lobby.

"Hey Here, I'm Sun!"

He chuckles at his joke, and leads Mushiba to the room the previous meeting took place. He offers the troll a drink, then goes to fetch Kin, Cannis and WuJen.

Once everyone's arrived, Sun pulls out the same tourist map and a handful of paperclips, which he bent into vague shapes of men and motorcycles.

"I don't know if you've heard about several members of the Cobras disappearing. We attacked a raiding party of them here..."
Sun places some paperclips on the road where the chase fight took place.

"After we took them down, we wanted to interrogate one of them to gain more information. What information we wanted to get, beyond what we already knew, I don't know, but information is always useful, so why not. They tracked us down to the place here..."

Sun places some more paperclips on the map, where the now shot-up love hotel is.

"They attacked us there, and we beat them."

After a short description of how the fight went down and the gangers involved in it, he continues:

"Roughly half the Cobras have been taken out now, but the other half will be on alert and thus more dangerous to attack. Considering how the last fight went, we'll need a proper plan, and extra menpower."

He looks at Mushiba.

"I was thinking of doing a combined attack this time, your people and us together against the remaining Cobras. To avoid the whole thing ending in a shooting gallery, we'd have to lure them out of their base, into narrow passageways, where we can pick them off one or two at a time. Problem is, we don't know of any such place. We were wondering if you know such a place, and if you'd be willing to help out."

WuJen says "Let me ask, if you had to pick a fight with them, how would you go about it?

I realize I can't save everyone, which is why I'm not involved in gang wars nightly, but the King murdered an innocent man right in front of me over some snack cakes. I'm not leaving someone like that in the street, much less leading a gang to do more of the same.

I am not really worried if a Corp looses a shipment to support his people eating something other than eachother, I understand living outside society. Do you know if there is someone more... responsible?... in their leadership structure that we could clear the way for?"

When I looked, those turrets seemed to be hooked directly to generators. I'm no expert, but it looked like they could be easily knocked out.

Kin looked at the beast walking in the Community Center. He didn't know how big the troll was, but was fairly certain Mushiba could crush his skull like a grape. He was on his guard, but everyone seemed to be friendly so he relaxed a bit. He stayed quiet for the moment as the others talked.

Before leaving for the Center, Kin had received his package and replaced the spent bullets in his Raiden clip. He now had two full clips and about another clip's worth in his pocket. Considering what they were going to be facing, he doubted he would have been comfortable with double that amount.

He glanced over at Cannis. The surgeon had done a pretty good job patching him back together. The fact that Cannis was still breathing constituted a good job in his mind.