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This is the ongoing story of 2 cops 6 months out of the academy surviving
on the mean streets of night City.
Officers Millburger and O'Hanlan had been friends since the academy but they
had been pulling in opposite directions ever since. Millburger excelled at
hand to hand combat while O'Hanlan favoured the handgun, but not only in
combat skills had the two started drifting apart. After 6 months Millburger
was still full of fire and determined to do his job, to serve and protect
regardless of personal safety whereas O'Hanlan had seen too many cops go
down in the line of duty and for what? A lousy 1200 bucks a month. No, The
Irishman had become somewhat tainted, and while he still did his job and
stuck by his partner, he was more concerned with his and even Millburger's
safety over that of anyone else. O'Hanlan had also managed to convince himself
that skimming a little of the top does no one any harm and he deserved it.
Their 6-month probation went without incident but now they were being put
on foot patrol in the more volatile parts of Night City. The pair of rookies
walked their beat reveling in their new careers. Within a few blocks though
reality struck, as eight drunken boosters staggered out of Smitty's bar off
22nd and Walker. As soon as they spotted the pair of despised cops they began
jeering at their approach.
"Hey dickwad, did your momma let you out without any heavy ordinance?"
"Yea filth it ain't safe for scum sucking, jiz buckets like you to be out
on the streets around here."
O'Hanlan fingered his holster; Millburger noticed his furtive action and
subvocalised to his partner "Leave it, they aren't worth the trouble, they're
just drunk."
"Yo momma, kiss my arse" came from one booster as he dropped his pants, followed
by much laughter from his cohorts.
Millburger's face hardened slightly as he noticed that 2 of the booster were
definitely armed "On second thoughts perhaps we had better search them, I
think 2 of them are carrying"
"Suits me" grinned O'Hanlan as he handled his pistol grip suggestively.
The two cops stopped and moved across the street, Millburger taking the lead.
"Ok boys, up against the wall. You know the procedure"
The street that had seen a small crowd traversing its length was now empty
but for a few interested spectators who watched the cameo from a respectable
distance.
What looked like the leader of this small group of booster spoke to the youngest
member of the group who must have been all of 16. "Now is your chance to
make Bloodboy early Shaun".
"Yea, die piggie" screamed Shaun pulling a Streetmaster from his waistline.
Millburger and O'Hanlan had been waiting for such an occurrence and leapt
into action. Millburger's stroll turned into a running jump, his right leg
connecting with the young punks left knee, which snapped under the powerful
kick. Screaming in agony he collapsed to the floor, but he was still game
and capped off a round which buried itself in Millburger's body armour, bruising
him at this close range.
Now all hell broke loose, the remaining members drew guns and knives while
the leader stepped back and drew out a Mossberg pump action shotgun from
under his long coat. "Take em down boys" he yelled as he chambered a round
and brought hi s gun to bear.
O'Hanlan drew his CA Pistol and blasted the leader whose armoured trenchcoat
deflected the worse of the bullet. He retaliated with a shotgun blast that
probably would have put the Irishman down had it not been for his pain editor.
The fleschette rounds scythed through the light leg armour and exploded,
damaging the armour and causing the cop to almost fall.
Millburger had his own problems being in close quarters with 4 boosters.
The fists and knives were of little note, the booster gangers being but untrained
brawlers; street hardened but unable to take down an armoured martial artist.
What concerned him was the odd pistol going off in close quarters and someone
was using an SMG.
The initial fight was over in under 30 seconds; the gang leader and the SMG
wielding booster had withdrawn into the bar leaving their brethren to fight
it out with the cops. One booster was nursing a broken leg groaning 2 others
were lying dead from bullet injuries (one with his head blown clean off from
a close range blast of O'Hanlan's sidearm). The others were lying in the
gutter unconscious with varying injuries.
As the pair gathered themselves to enter the bar, the remaining assailants
came out. The leader was pushing a couple of hostages in front of him, the
male had pissed his pants and the woman looked hysterical but the shotgun
in their backs convinced them to be cooperative. His henchman had a Mac10
shoved in the face of a young student who seemed to drunk to properly assess
her situation.
"Back off shit for brains, we are leaving"
"Ok boys, let the hostages go and you can leave" announced Millburger.
"Do you think we're stupid pig, back off or the bitch gets a third eye" screamed
scarface.
Millburger paused then stopped walking forward, opening his arms "What a
pair of yellow streaks of piss, you can't even take me, look I'm unarmed!"
Scar looked as if he was going to nail the mouthy cop with a full burst,
he was way to wired tonight.
"Leave it Scar" growled Trench "Listen shitheads we're leaving now, the hostages
can go once we're clear"
O'Hanlan started aiming at Trench
"Ok you win for now but if the hostages don't come back real soon you are
dead meat pal"
"Frag that, they're not going anywhere except straight to hell" interjected
O'Hanlan.
"I'll count to three then I'll blow these two in half"
"That won't stop me blowing your brains out " grinned Miles
"One" counted the booster.
"Stand down O'Hanlan we can't risk hitting the hostages" stated Matt.
"No way the hostages are dead as soon as they leave" called Miles as he braced
his gun with his other hand.
"Two" shouted Trench , there was no backing down now.
"Miles, no!!!"
"Three" they both called in unison, both guns booming in the night. It was
hard to tell who fired first.
The two hostages hit the ground with a wet smacking sound, blood and entrails
steaming from a double fist sized hole in their respective sides. O'Hanlan
almost dropped his gun as the remainder of the shotgun fleshettes shredded
his body armour. Trench looked on dumbly the gun falling from nerveless fingers
as he collapsed to his knees and fell face first onto the tarmac, blood oozing
from the fist sized hole in the back of his head.
Scar was momentarily distracted by these events as was Millburger, but the
cop recovered first and jumped in extricating the hostage and hammering a
blow to the booster's neck. The Mac10 stitched the tarmac and Matt's leg
but the booster was down.
While Matt was cuffing the living perps, Miles was relieving them of any
spare cred cards and cash but the haul was minimal.
"More for the evidence bag" he called to Millburger holding up another concealed
pistol on the leader. Matt looked on feeling sick as he glanced at the two
dead civilians. Was his partner right, would they have killed them as soon
as they were free? They would never know .
The meat wagon arrived along with a medi-vac. The irritatingly cheerful Aussie
paramedic probably would have been punched out had he not been had he not
been attending their injuries at the time.
"Can't you boys even clean up a few drunks without leaving this kind of mess"
he quipped while injecting an antibiotic or something into O'Hanlan's leg.
They resumed their patrol after being patched up and headed down town during
which time nothing further happened out of the ordinary. |
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