Playing with Snakes
It was a hot day already, even for the summer. Bleached beer bottles litter the ground from a drinking binge the night before. Mit lay sleeping on a lawn chair with welding goggles over his eyes, the sun was starting to beat down harder as it rose into the sky in the early morning. He was somewhere in the south C.A.S. and he never realy kept track of his surroundings, or where he was going. Most of the time he just cruises until he finds a suitable spot to call his for the night. On occasion he invites some runners, or parties with patrons from a local bar. Last night Mit was at a secretive arms dealer swap meet of sorts. Shady people, doing shady things as it would seem. Mit had met a Russian gun runner, not too bad of a guy. They exchanged weapons, and delighted in the showgirls standing around modeling firepower in thongs and high heels. Thats all they were wearing, it's one of those places you will likely never find a feminist anywhere, not even to buy guns, if there was one she is probly enjoying the show just as much. The Russian's name was Marakove, a very respected man in the shadows, at least to those that knew him personaly. The Human Russian was well dressed and high spirited. Mit and Marakove downed one too many shots of vodka, and in no time they were like brothers from different countries. Singing song, which no-one could understand clearly, and trading war stories. Mit's rigger deck beeped. Sovereign was parked outside and was set on observe. It's function was to alert Mit if there was movement outside in the set parameters he focused them on. He took out and his deck and looked at it, then screamed, "Raid!" as the fun stopped with an abrupt series of small explosions on one of the abandond hanger's doors. Mit sat up as Marakove did the same time. Mit slapped his large weapons case down on the table infront of them and popped the latches up, flipping the case open. Mit said to Marakove, "On me my man. Choose a gat and lets frag 'em up proper!" Marakove laughed and grabbed an assault rifle from the shiny weapon case. The half-naked show-girls weren't just holding the guns for everyone to admire either, they started firing off rounds down at the door Knight Errant troops were entering. The sound of whizzing bullets, gunfire, bouncing caselings, and Marakove laughing mixed into a symphony of destruction. Mit took the offensive, grabbing his custom LMG from another case and loading it up. The Knight Errent began to bust skylights out and zip down repeling ropes. Most gun dealers were running to vehicals surrounded by body guards, and taking off leaving alot of stuff behind. Mit apparently was to drunk for that, not realizing how many Knight Errant's were in the building, he was ready to do damage. Marakove stopped firing, ejected a clip and started looking for more ammo in the gun case ontop of the table. Mit ran over to another table, flipping the steel table over knocking wine, whiskey, beer bottles, and spiked punch onto the floor. He yelled over at Marakove, "I've got yer back!" and pulled the bolt back on his machine gun. Planting one foot up on the table, and pulling the LMG close to him under his arm, Mit began to lay down suppressive fire. The sounds of gunfire were intense, almost overwhelming with it all echoing off empty metal walls. Marakove couldn't find any spare clips, so he dropped the custom assault rifle and got out his gun case. Then just as Mit looked over, he saw Marakove bringing an IWS multi-launcher to his aim. Mit just started yelling down-field to the naked women, "Get out of the way, pull back, c'mon this way!" and then he activated a small camera on his belt buckle, "This will be sweet." Mitter said to himself.
With the females out of the way, Marakove fired the launcher as the projectile hissed through the air and exploded in mid-air around a group of Knight's. Mit yelled over at Marakove, "What was tha', distance 'er time fuse?!" Marakove just laughed, "Don't know, just loaded and fired!", as the smoke cleared. The Knight Errant started pulling out, Mit ran over to Marakove, "Lets grab some loot an' git, c'mon!" as Marakove turned and started grabbing weapons, Mit deactivated his belt camera.
Mit jacked his deck into his skull and tapped some keys, Sovereign shortly came rolling through flames and over a few bodies making *thump*s as it approached. It turned at the last moment and skidded sideways, then backed up and dropped the rear loading-hatch.
"Marakove, help me push this rack of shells in 'er!" Mit yelled as he pulled his jack out and put his deck away. Marakove ran over and gave Mit a hand pushing a weapon wheeled weapons rack up the loading ramp into Sovereign. "Do you got a ride Marakove?" Mit asked as he collected his cases and some spilled hand-grenades. "No, I thenk ride left like pansy." Marakove replied as he grabbed some random gear and weapons, throwing them into the custom Bison. "Git in Marakove, I'll drive." Mit said as he grabbed a box and stuffed it with booze that was knocked over from a table. Marakove grinned, "Girls, geht in eef you want leave, or stay, your choice." he said as he walked up the loading-ramp. All of the girls ran to Sovereign and up the ramp, then the door motivators lifted the ramp up and closed. The monster growled to life once again, and rolled out of the hanger out onto the cracked old runway. They road off into the dusk as the burning sun dropped below the horizon. They found a place in the pitch black desert and parked after some off roading.
The sky was clear and stars filled the sky. It wasn't too cold out, Mit had set a fire and thrown random flamables in it. Marakove and Mit were lounging around outside on fold out lawn chairs with the show girls. "Thees is theh life Meet, I luve America." Marakove said as he swished his mixed vodka around in it's glass. Mit replied changing the subject, "I wonder. Who do ya think set us up?"
Marakove looked over with a serious face, "Does it realy matter, eh? We hafe guns, thees fine ladies, drink, why do you thenk so much about eet?" he asked Mitter.
"Look, all I'm sayin' is tha' we shouldn't relax too much. I mean, for all we know these girls could o' been in on it. No offense ladies. But ya catch ma drift?" Mit said as he downed the rest of his beer. Just at that moment Marakove made a hand jesture and a girl behind Mit stabbed him in the neck with a needle. Mit tried to stand but it wasn't long after she plunged it, he just relaxed and passed out. All Mit could hear was Marakove saying, "Nothing personal." with an un-accented voice.
Now we are where we started. The sun had just risen, and Mit was still in his lawn chair. The empty syringe was still laying under him, and the fire was just lightly smoking still. Mit slowly woke up, and pushed his goggles up, "Ah shiat." he said as he is blinded by the sun. He slips the goggles back down and sits up rubbing his forehead and looking around. Nothing was out of place at all, he scanned behind him and Sovereign was still there with the rear hatch still down. Mit jumped up and got a head rush as he jogged over and looked up into the loading bay. "Shiat." Mit said as he looked up into the empty loading bay. "That sonova biatch. Ima' stab..somebody!" he yelled at out into the desolate wastland, and he kicks an empty oil-drum over.
Mit walked up the ramp into Sovereign and discovered Marakove, if that was his real name, had stolen 'all' of Mit's stockpile. Mit probly wouldn't of stressed so much over that. Then he saw that his drones and Gunsmithing workshop had also been removed. That was un-acceptable. Luckily though, he still had his surveylance equipment, and it had recorded the entire night. The only reason it wasn't taken was because it was installed right into the interior wall of the vehical.
Mit activated a flat-screen on the wall and pulled a fold out control-board from under the screen. He flipped the screen on and began to rewind the data, "What ever happened to 'Be kind and rewind'." he said as he shook his head and impatiantly waited. While waiting Mit walked over and activates his Safe-Line Vid-Phone and dials a number. A large antenna telescopes into the air from the top of the custom Bison.
A girls voice charms the phones speaker as she answers, "Hey Mitter, whats zappinin'?"
"Oh ya know same ole thang, whatchu doin' right now?" Mitter says into the phone as he tries to look calm and collected.
"Oh I was jus' surfin' the Trix, ya know. Doin' the same thing I always do. When are you gonna come and visit me?" the girl says with a slightly distracted pause as she types on an out of picture keyboard.
"I'll come an' see ya real soon Minko, look I need ya ta do me a favor right quick." Mit says with puppy eyes.
"Okay, but as long as you come an' see me, watcha need omae?" the small Japanese girl asks from the other side.
"I need ya ta do a search on a guy named Marakove, it's spelled jus' like it sounds." Mit says as he turns up the volume on the Vid-Phone and walks back over to the flat-screen monitor.
He finally plays the video from the point he was needled. He watches them catch a ride from some kind of large T-Bird VTOL after loading his stuff onto it.
"Well well, sombody's got some money if they're flyin' in one of those." Mit says as he is called back to the Vid-Phone once again.
"Mit, I got some info for you.." Minko says with a sing song voice.
After pausing the video, he walks back over to the phone, "Waddaya got for me?"
"See for yourself, I'll display it for you." Minko taps some keys and the screen blinks once.
"Holy... this guy is like some kind of spook. Where did you get this other info from Minko?" Mit asks.
"Oh, someone already compiled it, he must be popular because lotsa people are after him." Minko adds.
"Dude, did you like, meet him?" Minko asks as she plays with her bubblegum.
"Uh... yea I met 'em he's an interestin' fella. He kinda drugged me and stole my stuff." Mit explains.
"Oh, thats bad. At least your alive you're luuucky! He's killed lotsa runners ya know." Minko winks as she informs Mit.
"Oh, so I take it those Knight Errant guys showed up like I told you they would, right?" Minko asked.
"Yea, they sure did, thank ya for lookin' out girl, browny points once again." Mit said with a smile.
"You are way too cuddly to kill I guess, come and see me soon, bye bye!" Minko says as she logs off.
Mit sighs, "This is goin' ta be one hell of a day, I can feel it already, and it feels like drek."
Hours later on the road, Sovereign is on auto-nav while Mit looks over Marakove AKA Metzger's compiled info file. Scanning over it Mit finds out that Metzger is shady two faced Johnson. Metzger is always in for personal benifit, even if it means crossing his current faction. Mit finds that Metzger is like a freelancer, working for more than one corp, or group at a time even posing as a shadowrunner at times. Then something catches Mit's eye, "Sonova bitch, it's him, after all these years..." he says with his jaw hanging open.
Metzger obviously didn't realize that Mit is a rigger, and that stealing all of his drones would only help Mit pinpoint him. Firstly Mit made use of powerful tracking devices he had installed on his machines. His deck was out of range, but that would soon change as he got closer to tracking signals. Meanwhile....
"Pretty damn good score ladies, here's your cuts." Metzger says and he drops seperate rolls of nuyen on a table.
"You haven't even sold the loot, how do we know this is the cut?" one of the girls asked as she reaches for her roll of cash.
"Now, would I lie to you Kat?" Metzger says with a smirk.
"You made friends witha guy, and then ordered me to kill him with a needle full of viper poison." Kat says with her eyebrow raised.
"B'sides, you're a con-artist and I don't trust you completely, us girls can wait 'til you fence the loot." she adds.
"Ah, you've certainly got all the angles don't you? Okay. There are more of you than me. I couldn't shoot you all down and take this money back, we're partners in crime. I couldn't stab you ladies in the back, could I?" Metzger says as he presses a button on his watch.
The doors on opposite sides of the very small one room building bust down, and before the warrior women can react, they are surrounded by rushing Knight Errant troops with guns.
"Get 'em out of here boys." Metzger orders with a wave of his hand.
A grizzled looking man in Knight Errant armor approaches Metzger and shakes his hand, "Well, you delivered us the Vogue Bandits." Metzger smiles warmly and is about to speak as he is interupted.
"But at what cost, I lost a full squad of men, good men. You botched this mission, what were you thinking calling them in then? To get them mowed down? They trusted you Metzger, I trusted you." the Knight Leutenant adds sqeezing Metzger's hand harshly.
"Hey, hey! Let go of my hand asshole!" Metzger yells, with a touch of pain in his voice.
The Knight Leutenant releases his grip and pokes Metzger in the chest, "We are done from now on, you hear me? I should haul your slitch ass down and let YOU speak to my superiors, or maybe just shoot your ass."
"I'll just leave, you'll never see me again, I won't contact you for work anymore, done deal? I'll pay out for the families of the men even, a thousand to each." Metzger says in a begging manner.
The Knight Errant just spits on the floor near Metzger's shoe and walks out of the room, his troops following with the Vogue Bandits, one of them tells him, "You're one dead slitch, you hear me, we will take your balls!" as she is pushed out the door.
Metzger waits for about an hour until the coast is clear, and takes out his phone, speed dialing a number on his contacts list.
"Et es me, Marakove, how are you doink friend?" Metzger says in his acting voice.
"I need help movink large amount of stuff, I cut you in yes?" He says leaning against a wall, examining his fingernails.
"Hokay, I meet you-" Metzger is interupted, thrown across the room and onto the floor by a large explosion that turns the wall behind him into nothing but rubble and dust.
Metzger stands up slowly, his ears ringing and he is slightly stunned. He can still hear a familier sound though, he just can't see it.
"That sound, what is that soun.." Metzger's lips fall short as he looks through where the wall was. There it stood as the dust cleared, like a monster in his nightmare. Sovereign idles loudly, with it's top-mounted Vigorous Assault cannon aimed right at him.
"Oh shit, c'mon man! I uh, I still got all your stuff, it's right here just look! Don', don't fire man I can explain!" Metzger yells, trying to guile his rather large opponent into not splattering him. Metzger takes his chances and draws a pistol, and just as he is inches from the back door of the rather small building, he sees the door swing open, and then a rifle butt. *Thud* goes the sound of composit plastic to bone and flesh as he is knocked out cold.
*Tap tap* *Tap Tap* "Ow, stop stop.." Metzger says as he wakes up. Two more times Mit taps a beer bottle on Metzger's forehead. *Tap Tap*
Metzger looks around. To his right he can see Mit lounging in a lawn chair next to him. Then Mit lazily stands up and walks around from beside him into the path of Metzger. He looks like a giant blocking out the sun from ground level.
"I..can't..Move!" Metzger yells as he panics.
"It's jus' sand, chill out man I'll explain whats goin' down, don't worry." Mit says with amusment.
"If ya haven't noticed, yer buried up to yer neck in sand. I thought an /ex-KGB/ like yerself wouldn't be in this position, but.." Mit says as he gulps down some cold beer. Mit kneels down so Metzger can see his eyes rather than the eclipse of his enemy. "Metzger, ya suck balls, big fat hairy ones. See, ya stole ma' guns, ma' Gunsmithing shop, and ma' fraggin' drones and that pissed me off. Ya know where ya realy messed up partna', and this is jus' goin' ta blow yer mind. You betrayed ma' g'damn friendship. There is also the fact, you had some sneaky slitch stab me in the neck with traqualizer. In the neck Metzger, the neck!" Mit finished ranting and shakes his head.
"I'm not gonna kill ya, cause frankly I don't want the bad karma on my soul, seriously." Mit says as he walks away to a box and opens it.
Metzger yells, "How the h-, hell are you still alive! That wasn't tranqaulizer, it was viper venom!" he says gasping for air almost, with a confused look on his face.
Mit yells at Metzger, "I knew it, you little shit, I jus' wanted you to say it!"
Metzger's face turns to complete suprize, "You knew that, but how the hell did you-"
"I played with lots, and LOTS of snakes throughout my life down south. Wanna know what I learned? Don't mess with a viper or you'll get bit, but it's not the bite that kills you." Mit adds as he walks back over to Metzger.
"Here, take this spoon, open yer mouth and do not drop it, trust me it's hard to reach with yer tongue." Mit says with a smile as he puts the spoon handle in Metzger's mouth.
"That's yer shovel, do not lose it, it's important that ya grip it tightly. Now whats goin' ta happen is this, you dig yer way out an' I will never come after you again, all is forgivin'. I know that ya won't though, because on top of that there's my friend Bob."
Mit sets down a cloth sack and unties the top. He spreads it open and reaches inside, pulling out a live viper. "Does he look familier to ya Bob?!" Mit starts laughing, as Metzger starts crying out for help. "I know I'm an asshole, but, how many people have ya killed Metzger? I saw yer file ya sick little puppy you. Ya had two people killed and their boy was present, correct? Ordered that kids parents killed? Huh?! Speak up boy!" Mit screams as he throws a punch at Metzger landing it in his ear, Metzger winces in pain from the blow.
"Yes, I had some guy and his wife killed, over some stolen corporate item. Yea, I shot both of them, and blew their house to pieces. There was a boy, but I didn't harm him I swear, the boy lived!" Metzger says with the spoon half hanging out his mouth, his face flushed red from fear.
"No Metzger. Ya did hurt tha' boy, you took away part of his life he will never get back. Can ya fathom, what tha' boy musta felt, can ya give tha' back to 'em?" Mit says calmly with a tear running down his face. He whipes the tear away with his hand just stares at Metzger. "I had to know if it was you fer sure. I heard of your name but couldn't link yer hoop ta what happened to ma' family. So after the Vogue gave you up, I double checked. Finaly I found ya. I'm not impressed ta tell ya the truth, yer nothin' like I thought ya would be." Mit explained. "I've met some down right pieces of drek, but you gotta top the list." Mit says with a smug grin.
Metzger's eyes widen, "Your the. . . your the boy aren't you?" Metzger says softly with guilt in his voice.
"Ya thought we met by random huh. I didn't know /who/ ya were when I showed up at tha' hanger. I knew you were there somewhere. Was either you 'er the French guy. Yer bad actin' drew me to ya. Tha' and I bribed one of the Vogue Bandits to tell me who ya were, and to not give me tha' venom shot, did it right inside the truck when ya weren't lookin'. In-fact the girly approached me and warned me. Tha's right, it was jus' plain ole harmless Saline buddeh, I jus' had ta sleep off the booze, know what I mean?" Mit adds with a nod.
Metzger starts pleading, "I'll pay you five mill if you set me free Mit, you can even check my account balance, I'm good for it. Just don't -" Metzger is interupted with a boot to the back of the head, then Mit circles back around infront of Metzger.
"I wantcha ta pay, but not with money. You owe me, ma' parents, and ma' uncle Joker. You owe lives. Don't let your actions write a check ya can't cash." Mit lowers the /venomous/ viper down to Metzger's face and manipulates the snake's jaws open. Then he manualy stabs the viper's fangs into his cheek. Metzger screams, "Frag you Mit, frag you! I'll kill you, people will come looking for me, and they will dig me out! When they do, I'm coming for you first, with everyone I got!"
"I have no plan's of ya escapin' this hole Metzger, you might die from tha' poison before I get a mile away from here. It was all one helluva ride wasn't it though, I realy had ya goin' there. Hell, I didn't expect ya'll ta steal all ma stuff though, those chicks sure did work hard for ya though." Mit says as he looks Metzger in his eyes, crouched infront of him. "If you live, by some miraculas event. Ya better hope I don't come find /you/ again."
Mit drops a small blinking object then turns and walks off, "So long Metzger." Mit says without looking back as he steps up into Sovereign, and takes off into the desert.
Metzger screams, "What did you mean I /might/ die! Mitter! Don't leave me here like this!!"
A group of femanine figures step out of a van of some type after it parks, Metzger watched the headlights get closer for a while now, he was /almost/ relieved. As the women approach one of them picks up the small blinking object Mit dropped, the one Metzger had been staring at for several hours trying to make sense as to why Mit dropped it, he figured it out soon enough.
"Gee Metzger, how did we meet up again?" Kat says looking down at the man still buried up to his neck, "Some nice guy you are giving us up like that. Tsk Tsk. If it wasn't for that nice stud Mit, we would all be in jail." Kat says with a smile.
"What, the hell are you talking about Kat. Get me out of here and I'll explain, it was all a part of my plan. I'm lucky the snake that bit me on the face didn't kill me, Mit crossed the line." Metzger says in a tired tone.
"Oh yea, he dropped a film by the Knights that showed you shooting those Knight Errant's with the IWS, luckily none of us girls were in that video, he said he just recorded it because it was gonna be wiz, imagine that." Kat says as she jestures to the other girls. They all grab shovels and start digging.
"Oh thanks Kat heh. You do know /I/ sent Mit with that vid right?" Metzger said with a reassuring grin.
Kat smiles down on Metzger as she pulls out a rubberband, and some very sharp looking shears.
Kat says with a smirk, "I hate men with no balls." as she gives a *shink* in the air with the shears.
Metzger screams shaking his head wildly as the girls dig him up, one of them holding a shotgun to his head the whole time. It would seem that night everyone got what they wanted, and some didn't.
What Mit said was true though.
'Don't mess with a viper or you'll get bit, but it's not the bite that kills you.'