<@Brett> [The trucks slow to a halt. Most of the MMO operatives gather behind a particularly large man with a face that looks like someone set all the sliders to minimum or maximum, giving it a pressed look. A few others gather at Montana's truck, and start pulling out Cathanza. Actually what they pull out is a large capsule with a glass window. Cathanza's in it, naked and unconscious.]] * Montana creeps a bit, to the edge of the truck, and blends. He tries to get a good idea as to security measures and such, both with normal and infrared vision. <@Brett> [As they gather in front of the house, people come out of it! Specifically, two guys in kevlar with assault rifles, and a third, a guy with spikey dark hair in leather pants and a red jacket, bare-chested underneath.] <@Brett> ( Gimme a mind roll :D ) (Again, straight up? Gyah.) <@Brett> ( Yep ) <@Brett> [Montana doesn't know who that is.] <@Brett> [He starts speaking though, with an English accent. "Alright, lads. I've taken time out of my overly-busy schedule to come to this god-forsaken place, you'd bloody better be offering something worth our time."] * Montana hits the comms and speaks softly as they start to gather: "Stopping here, looks like an old farmhouse. Chopper in the air, contingent of soldiers. Also some... guy with black spiked hair, wearing a red jacket. British accent. Looks like he's in charge." <@Brett> [They set the capsule up in front of him and he frowns, folding his arms. "Well, well. She's pretty, I'll grant you. But I see nothing here I can't get in any other major city in the world."] <@Brett> [This prompts some muttering in Russian amongst the MMO crew, and the flat-faced man says, "Can you get one of Istvan's daughters in those cities?"] <@Brett> [He frowns deeper. "I'm listening."] <@Brett> ["Natascha already contacted Zukunft. You should know the arrangements already."] <@Brett> [He nods. "Uh huh. That's right. But here's the thing. If this girl's so powerful, why's Melnik offering her to us?"] (What's the scenery like? Would Montana have a route to the farmhouse with a decent amount of cover, from plantlife and such?) <@Brett> ( Nope. Aside from the trucks, there's virtually no cover for miles. ) (Everyone distracted by watching this conversation, though?) <@Brett> ( Well, unless he uses the cliff behind the house :P ) <@Brett> ( Yeah, though Cathanza is surrounded by guards, even if they're not paying much attention to her. ) <@Brett> ["This power is wrong. Corrupt."] <@Brett> [He laughs. "It offends your fomori senses, is that is? Lovely."] <@Brett> [More muttering! And the flat-faced man takes a step forward. "We are fomori! We will rule! But we will do it without this power. It eats away on the inside. We are strong. We do not need it. So we give it to you."] <@Brett> ["How nice."] <@Brett> ["Not for free. We want cybernetics. Genetic technology. And most of all, we want you to stay out of Eastern Europe. This is our territory."] <@Brett> [He laughs again. "Genetically modified bull-men with metal parts. Hilarious."] <@Brett> [He snarls. "I do not like your attitude."] <@Brett> ["I'm hurt. Tell you what, chum, I'll take your deal. But with one little change."] <@Brett> ["What?"] <@Brett> ["We get the girl," he says. And then his eyes ignite, flame spilling out from them like they were pools of fire all along. "You get nothing."] * Montana mutters, "Goddamn." * Montana slides down from the truck while everyone stares at the fire and moves a bit away, crouching and blending. * Montana hits the comms in response, softly: ~Yeah, just watching this shake down. Leather jacket's a fucking pyro, like, magic fire.~ <@Brett> [The fomori scream in ain and anger as the ground around them ignites, and the spikey-haired guy's men open fire, too. Many of the fomori change form and try to rush, but most of them burn up before they can get near.] ~Took down a buncha fomori without trying. You sure we want to do this?~ <@Brett> [The only one who makes it close is Smushface. As he reaches the man and throws a punch, his fist goes right through the guy's head. He screams, his hand igniting as the guy dissolves into fire. "Goatmen," the guy says, suddenly reappearing in an inferno behind the fomori leader. "What a joke."] <@Brett> [The inferno dies down as the fomori stop moving. "All clear, Mr. Warwick."] * Montana murmurs, ~'fraid not much yet, ma'am. Ain't much cover to move under here, and I'm seriously outclassed in firepower.~ <@Brett> ["Make certain," says the man in red. Then suddenly he grimaces, clutching his wrist. "Ugh." He takes out a syringe and jams it into his neck. * Montana watches that. Hm. <@Brett> [The MiBs check bodies, as the man, Mr. Warwick, apparently, turnes back to Cathanza. "Hello, luv. He's hoping they do a better job with you before they copy your powers onto some poor bastard like me."] <@Brett> [He turns back to the men, who are just finishing up inspecting the bodies. "All clear," says one.] <@Brett> [He nods, turning back to Cathanza. "Well. He's hoping they don't show up at our tent at the next weapon's fair. That could get awkward." Then, "Alright boys, let's get the lady on board."] <@Brett> [The men move to the capsule and start bringing it towards the chopper.] * Montana frowns. And moves, quickly, giving the guys berth and trying not to be seen. He just needs to get to that chopper... <@Brett> ( Gimme a stealth roll! ) (16 and I have DRs if that's not enough for some reason.) <@Brett> [With the men distracted by the capsule and Warwick distracted by his own pain, apparently, nobody notices Montana stealtily sneak towards the chopper. * Montana moves to the back and attaches Sonia's tracker securely to the chopper, hiding it behind one of the landing stilt things. He sneaks away and hits the comms: ~Darlin', note the tracker's location, because that's roughly where I am and it's gonna fly away from me in a bit.~ <@Brett> ( O:!!! That's real convenient :D ) (I am pretty awesome, aren't I?) <@Brett> ( yez :D ) <@Brett> [The men load Cathanza onto the choppa, and they get aboard, along with Warwick.] <@Brett> [And then the chopper takes off! Not long after...]