You hurl yourself through the semi-open warehouse doors as half a dozen assault cannon rounds split the wharf behind you. If you’re lucky, the kidnappers will throw themselves at the Aztechnology goons long enough for you to get free. One thing is for sure, those were more than just plain kidnappers, ordinary kidnappers don’t have access to assault cannons and certainly can’t take on a full Aztechnology response team helicopters and all. It takes all your collective strength, but you finally manage to close the battered, rusty warehouse door behind you. Just in time, too, for a dozen shots cut through it, barely missing their mark – you.
The warehouse interior is dark, except for occasional bursts of light from searchlights and explosions outside. Much of it is blackened by flame and age. More shots hit the outside wall and some punch through to ricochet madly around the building. You move quickly, skirting debris and climbing over collapsed wall sections to penetrate deeper within where you last saw the figure that provided you with this escape from the firefight outside. The creaking of a trapdoor draws your attention.
“Follow me if you want to live.” The dark bearded figure says.
It looks like it is back into the sewers tunnels beneath the city for you and your team. You catch up to the man leading you through your third journey in the city’s sewers tonight and get your first look at your rescuer. He is a large bearded black man with a heavy weight boxer’s build.
“You can call me Mr. Johnson, and seeing as your current employer is no longer among the land of the living, I’d be willing to pay you your troubles tonight, 30K for the sample and 30K for the data files, plus an additional 50K if you go back into Aztechnology tonight and retrieve Dr. Valhen. Alpha section has the same weaknesses that Beta section had and with most of Aztechnology’s security forces out here they should be fairly light on security right now.”
The fact that Jax didn’t seem to be in any mood to haggle about the price was a testament to the shape she was in. Bryan noticed that he would need to take over the negotiations for the payment began in earnest.
“Sure that sounds reasonable.” Bryan said, his negotiation skills in overdrive. “Maybe you can throw in some ammo, medkit supplies or something.”
“I think we can do something about that.” Mr. Johnson says. “I figured you might be a little the worst for wear and prepared a combat pack for you. There are 10 units of medkit supplies, 2 doses of each of the following Kamikaze, Nitro, Psyche, Bliss, Cram and Jazz. There are also 20 rounds of pistol ammo, 50 rounds of submachine gun ammo, 50 rounds of assault rifle ammo, and a”, looking at Jax, “And based on our intel, it looks like they have your daughter there.”
“If by chance you run into this man,” Mr. Johnson says while showing you a picture. “He is the site’s director William Espinata, don’t underestimate him. There is definitely more than meets the eye about him.”
“In addition, This might be of interest.” he says as he hands you a digital chip.
Slotting it in your commlink you find it is a map of alpha section.
“The doctor should be in her office in area 7. If your daughter is there she would likely be in an isolation lab in area 9 or 10 or possibly in a detention cell in areas 14,15,16 or 17.”