Guns for Hire - Script Twenty Eight
Union Ice House, Warehouse, Night City 5.49am - 29/01/2016
In the following silence Alex, grimacing, blood dripping from between her torn fingers, stared at the crumpled & bloodied figure sprawled in the dirt, before however she could even think about staunching the bleeding from her own hand or consider where the fuck the fourth assailant had gone the squeal of tyres suggested that maybe it wasn't time for a babycham. From above shots rang out, glancing up she could see the surveillance dude, firing from the office window, in answer to Bjarne's short burst was the heavy, deliberate & repetitive whine of some serious fucking artillery,
"Incoming " screamed Alex as she threw herself forward towards the cover of the road side wall, above her head a mixture of explosive, armour piercing & tracer fire ripped into the front of the warehouse.
Dropping back through the sun roof Mariusz slammed a fresh clip into the SK, both he & Vrasten could hear Alex's squeal over the com's unit as well as the sound of slugs pinging through the warehouse's front façade, Vrasten, grinning insanely, slammed the stick shift home & accelerated towards the back of the building, Mariusz, knowing there was jack shit he could do other than shoot him, went along for the ride.
Ignoring the blood running down his trouser leg T Bird tried to make himself into as small a piece of crap as he could as slugs ripped into the limo, with smoke bellowed from under the hood the chauffeur sprang from the far side drivers door, spun & collapsed, presumably hit, before he could reach the cover of the warehouse door. At the same time the near side rear door of the limo was flung open & Jörg desperately ushering the MilKor contingent forward burst forth & sped for safety. Cowering beneath the withering fire machine gun fire T Bird watched fascinated as one of the MilKor dudes crumpled in a tangle of limbs having taken a hit to the thigh, for the moment at least, it looked like he'd live.
Both Alex & T Bird, supported by Bjarne & the odd burst from the body guards, threw as much lead as they could muster towards the pick up careering towards the closed gates, Alex, crouching behind the wall, let out a sigh of relief as she watched the grunt on the back of the truck let go his grip on the tripod mounted machine gun & was tossed over the side panel. The pick up, with its front left tyre shredded, skewed sideways & in a flurry of rending iron got intimate sideways on against the heavy steel security gates .
Sliding the Chrysler over the wet concrete Vrasten hurtled around the rear of the warehouse & started up the other side.
Before anybody could relax Bjarne, gesticulating wildly, drew Alex & T Bird's attention to a four door saloon coming in fast behind the pick up, reacting first, Alex reloaded & sprang up from behind the wall emptying a full clip at near point blank range into the side of the saloon & through its half opened side windows, as slugs ripped into flesh the driver of the second unit lost control & ploughed into the already mangled pick up.
Rounding the corner Vrasten coolly avoided first the shot up limo & the injured MilKor suit & then the gaping mouthed T Bird, kicking open the passenger door before the Chrysler squealed to a halt Mariusz shouldered his weapon & looked for a likely target, T Bird, getting a grip on himself, tossed a frag grenade towards the wreckage before opening fire on the driver emerging from the pick up who himself was doing his worst to make it a very bad day for T Bird.
Seconds later, it was all over other than the moans of the wounded & dying.
Union Ice House, Warehouse, Night City 5.50am - 29/01/2016
T Bird wrestled with the yard gates whilst Mariusz bustled the MilKor contingent, including the injured suit, into the now not so pretty Chrysler, the chauffeur, as dead as they get, was left where he fell. With Mariusz organising the vehicles Alex, T Bird & Vrasten aided by the uninjured bodyguard bulldozed the mangled pick up out of the way of the gateway having first said their good byes to the wounded, despite asking in the nicest possible way, they learned little of their would be protagonists.
Before fleeing however Mariusz, pointing to Mr Tinkle, spilled the beans to the MilKor group over the suit who'd made the call shortly before everything went extra shitty, horrified, Mr Tinkle, realising he'd been rumbled, panicked & ran however with no where particular to go it was like watching a rabbit in the headlights of a juggernaut, before anybody else could react Vrasten drew & fired. Still alive, Mr Tinkle was was quizzed none to kindly over who he was working for, the answer wasn't quite what every one expected, coughing blood, Mica, as one of the suits announced he was called, broke down & confessed his complicity in the ambush however before he could be condemned by his associates he pleaded for their help claiming the antagonists were holding his wife & child hostage under threat of death if he didn't cooperate.
Immediately the senior MilKor dude requested Jörg get all of them including the wounded rat away from this place pretty frigging soon, biting his lip Jörg smiled &nodded towards the others,
"When your ready ladies & gentlemen"
Guiltily Vrasten did what he could to stem the blood.
Union Ice House, Warehouse, Night City 5.52am - 29/01/2016
With the limo dead the living under Alex's direction split themselves between the Chrysler & the vehicle that MilKor's opposite numbers had arrived in, it was a crush & not a little bloody but minutes later both vehicle squeezed between the mangled gates & under the instruction of the MilKor head honcho headed for the harbour but not before Alex had unbolted the machine gun from the back of the pick & along with the box feed had stuffed it in the back of the Chrysler.
Union Ice House, Warehouse, Night City 5.56am - 29/01/2016
Hoping for a few answers as to what the fuck it was all about the two uninjured MilKor suits were prodded for answers, glancing at one another the main man nodded to his companion & looked out of the window,
"Well it's a bit complicated OK, politically sensitive you might say. As I'm sure you're well aware the situation in NC could be better to say the least, food riots, civil unrest, financial chaos, nothing new I know but with the current, lets say divergence's between the cities main political opponents, who in fairness are just puppets for the cities corporate powers, the situation is declining rapidly. As you probably heard earlier I, we, work for MilKor USA Inc, a few years ago MilKor branched out from weapons manufacturing to provide postal & courier security services & now, well, we were approached by Night City's governors office with a view to taking over the running of the city police force. Currently MilKor have no real investments in NC & frankly we wouldn't have considered going up against the likes of Militech, Arasaka or Lazurus for that matter however we agreed to talk locally & assess the situation."
"Today's meeting was effectively the end of a long & winding road, we'd brokered an agreement that was beneficial to all concerned, with what's just gone down, well, frankly, I'm not to sure where things stand, we, "
gesturing to his colleague,
"were here to verify various contractual obligations with the governors representatives before contracts were signed & the deal went public, today's events were just why talks were supposedly behind closed doors, until matters are satisfactorily concluded we can't mobilise our own personnel. We anticipated there'd be opposition &, well, I guess somebody in the city hasn't kept things as low key as we thought they had"
Union Ice House, Warehouse, Night City 6.07am - 29/01/2016
After filling those in the Chrysler in on the background to the meeting, Jaylon Paxton Martinez, as he'd introduced himself, made a call to a third party & arranged for their way to be cleared through security when they reached the security entrance gate to private yacht pier at the harbour.
Harbour Boulevard, Night City 6.18am - 29/01/2016
Swiftly both cars were waved beneath the uplifted barrier & two minutes later pulled up alongside a modest sized motor launch, already alongside two private ambulance's were waiting & the injured MilKor & governors office staff along with the wounded bodyguard were whisked away but not before one of the paramedics had cleaned, dosed & bandaged both Alex's shredded hand & T Bird's various wounds.
Whilst this was all going on Mariusz watched Jörg have an animated conversation with both the remaining MilKor party, eventually hands were shaken & Jörg made his way over to where Bjarne, Alex, T Bird, Mariusz & Vrasten were waiting,
"Before you say it I know that that was a little beyond what was expected, if I'd know just what the fuck this was all about before hand I wouldn't have been so fucking free & easy on the arrangements, shit happens but I've had a chat with our erstwhile employers & negotiated a little bonus OK"
With that he flicked a chipped card to Mariusz,
"Outstanding balance plus an extra $25K"
Before Bjarne could interject, Jörg nodded in his direction,
"Yeah its sorted, no worries, our retainers been upgraded too"
Turning back to Vrasten & the others Jörg added,
"When the dust settles a bit there's maybe more to come out of this if you're up for it, but if you guys wanna cut & run that's cool, me & Bjarne got other matters to discuss but I'll be in contact later OK"