Meanwhile, elsewhere in Ishim...
"Damn it!"Lowell cast his crystal tablet aside, infuriated. He was sitting quietly in a hotel room in Pacifica District, overlooking Ishim Bay. It was a plain room; the Hood Street Runners weren't, after all, the richest gang in the city. Only a few Runners were inside with him, monitoring the entire situation, all of them studying their leader with trepidation.
Staying in the Runner's home base at Hood Street, after all, would be suicidal. He had picked a fight with the Warriors, the city's second strongest guild. He'd come after the Boss' sister. And he'd set an entire city's worth of gangs upon them.
And it was going horribly.
"Someone tell me some good news. Any good news. We had the Rogues come after them, nothing happened. We tried to sic some of the rowdiest hooligans we could find on them, nothing! What about the Annas? Do we know what happened to them?""No, sir. We were able to force an early cancelltion to their convention with the smoke bombs, but a few of our guys on the ground said a few of them checked their friends into a nearby hospital. Nobody saw any of the Warriors with them."
"What about the others? Where are they? They said they caught up to them on the tram. We need to make sure the Chiefs don't catch on. We need them on side for this.""Negative. Some of our guys caught some seriously powerful magic on the tram. Whoever they ran into there, they weren't messing around."
Lowell rubbed his temples.
The Warriors were proving a lot harder to get rid of than they really should be, and it was starting to seriously get on his nerves. And now they likely had the Chiefs on their side, if they'd gotten out of the tram unhurt.
"Who do we still have on the ground? We're still getting people in position at Wharf Street. Anyone else?""The Haller Avenue Orphans, the Buck Street Furies and the Gramercy Messiahs want to claim the bounty on the Warriors. The other gangs are either asleep or told us they wanted no truck with the Warriors."
"The Orphans and the Furies? What do we have, amateurs? Goddess damn it. Okay, fine. The Messiahs are all we have until we can get everyone set up? Okay. Get me Oswald. The bastard's cracked, but he's all I have. Also, the others should have checked in by now. Cassius, that prick....he should be dead. Please tell me he's dead. We need SOMETHING to have gone right tonight."The Runners looked between each other anxiously. Lowell glared at them.
"No. Don't tell me..."".....our guys checked in at Mercy West Hospital. The only guy who could still move said some rabbit chick on a horse showed up and kicked all of their asses before bailing Cassius out. Nobody knows where they went. They said she looked like a Warrior."
At that, Lowell paled.
If Cassius was alive, he could make it back to the city. If he was being helped by a Warrior, the entire scheme was doomed. The Chiefs were the strongest gang in the city, almost on par with an adventurer guild. The rumours were that a good portion of them were adventurers themselves.
The Runners were finished if Cassius and his mysterious rescuer weren't dead by the end of the night.
"....then find them. Find them, make sure they don't make it back to Wharf Street. If the Messiahs are anywhere close to competent, they'll have the Warriors stopped in Harel District and we can still come out on top. Goddesses..."Lowell reached for the beer. At this point, he was going to need it.
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