So, it all comes down to the basic question that's got to be on everybody's mind at a time like this: Where do you hide the 8-foot-tall hammer-troll? And the answer comes back, 'Somewhere he won't stick out'. Kind of an obvious answer, but here's the deal. Among their fancy neon lights and possibly even trideo advertisement signs, you'll find city dumpsters. They're big, they're metal, and they're heavy as hell...so it's fortunate that he only had to move it a little ways into position. Demon had arrived with more equipment than usual. The heavy shield and his usual armaments was one thing, but he'd brought more things, thanks to a bit of short notice request to his Fixer, Barry.
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He specialized in other fixes, like fake Sins and Licenses, but you could trust Barry to deliver on a few other essentials. Demon ordered a Red Hot Chili Pepper and confused the hell out of the man, so he asked one of his assistants to take over while he addressed this...whatever it was in the back. Barry was the bartender material. He with his big body and his moustache looked natural, serving drinks and polishing glasses. It was a calling of his. Right now, though...
"Not sure what you want from me, so spit it out. It's not more ammo unless you've already killed everythng in the Downtown area."
"Nah, it's not the usual. Next job I'm on is going high-armor and I think I might need explosives, just for armor's sake. Launcher grenades for one, blast foam and a detonator for another."
"Let's see... High armor and exlosives, so...you're blowing something mobile on the street. Alright, I can probably swing some asphalt-colored blast foam, but not in huge amounts."
"Don't want it to be. It's a shocker, not a stinger, know what I mean?"
"I think I do. Alright, what flavor grenades, then?"
"Flash and high explosive. I've got some frags still. Oh, and It's gotta be done in about a week. Try to shave it down to less than that."
"I can have the grenades in easy. The foam will take a few days, but if it's not a huge amount, you'll get it."
"Alright, thanks Barry. I'll pay ya on delivery."
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The place was suppose to look like drek, and it really didn't need his help to get himself ready. The dumpster was inelegant and the old man was probably going to make some snarky joke about it, but on the whole it was a very intelligent plan. He could remain hidden and see out on account of being tall. His shield and his weaponry were in there with him, once he was finished working. Now, as for WHAT he was doing prior to hiding around like the others, it was all in the blast foam. In their designated kill-zone, he had foamed some strips of explosive down the road in a manner that would not be worn away by tires. This covered all the bases, really shake up and probably hurt whoever was in whatever vehicles were over it. The whole thing was properly tagged and the same color as the street, virtually unnoticeable without being...well...really good. They wouldn't be seen, either. Aside from their own deckers, Demon has asked for one other person...
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He came up to the apartment after stepping off of the elevator. The place wasn't much. Hell, the entire building wasn't much, but it was home, to some. Demon halted in front of one door in particular and rapped his large fist against it. The response...was nothing short of hilarious.
"Kore wa shiyū zaisan, fragfacedesu! Teishi suru ka, watashi wa tawagoto yo!"
"Sore wa, shinai tawagoto o utsu nodesu. Sorera o konzai sa senaide kudasai!"
There was a groan that followed and a series of locks being undone now. For those of you wondering what's gong on, Demon's been trying to teach his Decker friend Japanese. It hasn't worked out very well, especially since she just threatened to shit. In any case, the door opened and strained against several chains as one eye was seen and black hair from a younger female that was not entirely happen to see him. Fisheye Placebo, everyone.
"What do you want, Demon?"
"I came here to ask a favor."
The eye narrowed at him.
"That's what the comm-channel's for! Why are you HERE?!"
"I brought ya McHues."
She grumbled in annoyance.
"I can cook better food than that drek with my eyes closed. Eat it yourself."
"Yeah? Surprise me sometime. In any case, I just didn't wanna call this one in. The corp in on this might have Deckers looking carefully through whatever they can on this."
"What do you want me to do?"
"If this spot I'm working in on has surveillance, I don't wanna be on it. Keep me and the stuff we're up to off the grid. We've got deckers, but I'd be happier knowin' there's an extra eye on the situation."
He handed her some information, general area reference. She went to her terminal and punched up a few things, then returned.
"It's pretty shitty and old over there. Ya won't find much around there. I'll try to reduce nil to zero for you.
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He was in the dumpster and ready. He even had a few converted neurostun grenades, thanks to Zad's chemicals. So now, here he saw the convey a'coming. The others knew ahead of time what he was up to, and when the time rolled around, Demon waited in hiding with his garbage-y camouflage in place and he ready to do some damage. It wouldn't be severe. Those machines were wicked as hell. But he WOULD give them some trouble. As soon as he saw it, the old Sergeant Sado Renken spoke to him. Of the seven, the smaller vehicles were support. The two biggest machines were the two main hubs. One appeared to have a very complex sensor array on it, as well. That was the one he wanted to damage. The sensor craft was going to be their main eyes and ears, with their fingers in every means of pointing them out to their cohorts. It was for this that he had clearly been preparing. This vehicle was not their target, but the one other than it. Therefore, Demon would trigger the blast foam when it was under the sensor vehicle.
