With that BPN the demographics of the squad shifted markedly. Rather than being dragged out on BPN's I decided when we went and what we did. And for some reason no one else in the squad, not even Iona, wanted to argue.
After the red I stopped it up a gear and signed us up for our first black. The look on Slips face as I told them was priceless - you wouldn't think a wraith could go pale.
The black involved bringing down a rogue Operative, once SCL3, who had set himself up in his own little kingdom in CS3. He'd built up quite a little army of war crims and SLA defectors fortified his chosen stronghold with dead APC's and Killcopters that had been previously sent in to get him. Decorated with the bodies of their occupants just to make sure the message got home.
Unfortunately for him and his men, a network of tunnels and semi-collapsed sewers lead us right under his base and circumvented all their hard work.Seeing as we were completely unexpected, I took a few hours to observe them from a convenient hide hole Marcus located for us. My time was rewarded with a fair idea of the political interplay between his subordinates. It confused the squad but we playing divide and conquer by moving and hiding some select and valued items, and from there it was just a matter of picking out time for the final assault. Though the squad had some trouble in waiting the four days it needed before I knew conditions were right.
We left Kr'tn clutching in his guts in the self styled kings bed chamber. By that time his religious rhetoric had become too annoying to ignore, so I can't say I was too upset. Slip and Iona stared at me all the way home. Almost as if they blamed me for the snakes stupidity. As far as I was concerned it was obvious that the man would have been armed with something and it was his own fault for getting so close.
I went down to the Mass to celebrate. Taking advantage of the Black lane Pass. There were more than enough people who wanted to share the joy that night and after a few hours the proprietor gave me the key to one of the select rooms so we could continue our fun away from the prying eyes and press cameras.
Alien sex offered me a special late nightspot, which I was more than happy to take. It aired to rave reviews, mostly from the brain waster crowed who appreciated the mix of pleasure and pain I was moving into.
I arrived home to find an ASC's sponsored Vev sitting on my doorstep waiting for me. A perk of the job it claimed. Fine, I was used to the concept of vassels from Dad's endless stream of assistants and helpers, and at least I didn't have to do my own cleaning anymore. We had some fun to celebrate with some people from the Mass, with a live feed to the channel.
A few days after it aired Macus turned up on the doorstep with the notification of dissolution of the squad all ready for my signature.
I threw it back in his face and signed us up for another black.When the rest of the squad failed to show I took it on my own.
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