Shielding his eyes Pellig watched the convoy carrying the rest of the adjustment Administorum enter the Narco Den for their meeting with he Drake Precinct Enforcers. Since the enforcer ambush some weeks ago relations had been tense between the two groups and business had been, how did the Old man put it again, less productive, that was it.
Swinging down silently the Nacht Ghul made his way from gantry to gantry to wait in the no mans land between the two groups. Poorly cut ghast and other chems still sdtrewn across the work surface from where the workers had been sent home to allow the two groups to meet with a modicum of privacy.
Shrill alarms split the air as the Delaque started to make their way across the warehouse space, freezing for on a brief moment before spreading out and darting for cover. Captain Danvilles voice bellowed across the space accusing the delaque gang leader of treachery, the potable scanners having picked up something unexpected as the group passed through the detection field. The man in the high tower called back in his thin reedy voice that there was no deceit on the part of the delaque. Struggling not to Smirk at the absurdity of the statement Pelligs carefully attuned hearing also picked up the Boss’s command for Deckard to blow them an escape route out of here, over the rising pop and crackle of small arms fire.
Glancing up to the vantage point atop the cooling tower Pellig saw Deckard shoulder the Gangs latest acquisition, a portable missile launcher, before firing a missile into the entrenched enforcers facing off across from them. The recoil being more than was expected staggard the sharpshooter and forced his shot wide, so wide infact that the contrail scorched the face of the juve in cover before him, Raggle should count his lucky starts, a krak missile to the head would have cut short to the promising start the juve had made with the gang. As if waiting for Deckard to reveal himself Corpral Gibbs high calibre round hit Deckard centre mass and knocked him clean back off of the tower, the stunned delaque laying supine on the rockcrete floor below.
Valis and the Old man dashed up the flank towards Pelligs concealed position. They would act Quickly and outflank the Enforcers. Not willing to be outmanouvered again by the delaque Boothe had anticipated the move and he and a group of Scum working off a criminal citation pinned the flanking group down behind the cover of a group of shipping containers.
Looking to end the stalemate before the enforcers could reposition Valis was commanded over the barricade to draw fire and to try and take down Boothe before his boltgun could do too much damage, Before Valis even cleared the containers however a tightly grouped trio of bolt shells tore aside the elaborate false face that concealed a murderous cyborg. As this monstrosity hit the floor it’s eyes locked on the stunned form of the Man in the High Spire. Before it could take a single step towards the Gang leader Pellig had drawn his Shivver Blade and leapt upon the construct attempting to take it apart piecemeal with his deadly blade. He looked on in horror though as, et the culmination of a particularly deadly rain of blows the killing thrust me no resistance as the cyborgs displacer field activated and translocated him out of sight.
Glacing round Pellig missed the moment when the cyborg charged rounf the corner and cut down the delaque leader standing right infront of him.
On the battles other flank things fared even more poorly for the delaque and the water guild delegation were neutralized by long range sniper fire and the rapid deployment of the automata ED-209. Hoping to stem the collapse of the flank Zhora dashed in and unleashed the debilitating energies of the Xenos flayer weapon she carried. Fleeing to regroup she breathed a sigh of relief and tried to gether her pinned and injured gangmates before the enforcers returned.
Pellig reengage the cyborg and whittled it down as it’s pistols clicked empty one after the other. Rushing to reinforce the flank Raggle and Jennings both were taken out by carefully grouped bolter fire with only Deckard and his reloaded missile launcher arriving to support the group. With Pelligs attention consumed with the cyborg, the noose had tightened with the scum working around the edges of the cover. Arctors autopistol below chunks out of the cyborgs side as it’s field once again carried it out of the reach of Pelligs blade.
In a last gasp Pellig charged back in and running his blade through the machine he had thought to finish it off but once again the construct teleported away and into the path of Deckard.
In what may have been the most novel use of a missile launcher in the drake sector to date Deckard Vaulted over a promethium supply pipe to crash the but end of the launcher down on the murder machines head to finally end it’s murderous rampage.
