The Unstoppable Truth

[Reverend Del]

Silverfire was bored. Silverfire was, in fact, very bored. Surveillance was dull, incredibly dull, mind numbingly dull, so dull she was practically dying already and they hadnt even got into the building. So far all shed seen were guards changing shift, four every half an hour. They had been watching for three hours, so she had done some figures. Eight goons an hour for three hours worked out to be twenty-four goons changing shift so far, if that continued for twenty-four hours, and given they were only changing eight at a time, it was probable to assume that it was a twenty-four hour cycle, then that would mean one hundred and ninety-two goons were stationed off site. If this building was like the one they had hit on LA last month, which had guard quarters every fifty floors, it would have four such floors, presuming that the top guard floor was reserved for ubergoons that meant a potential ninety extra goons that had to be considered.

She turned away from the camera she had been watching and stood up, she walked over to where the Boss was sitting watching the screens that showed the same image as her camera.

"Um Tank. I was thinking about the goons. You know the ones coming in and out, so I did some figures, and I figured that there were potentially two hundred and eighty goons that we have to worry about so long as we dont have to go to the top fifty floors. If we do then theres three hundred goons including ubergoons. There are only four of us. Mathematically thats an unsound proposition if we have to start shooting. "

She was moving nervously every fibre of her being wanted to do something other than sit around. She hated Manhattan, so enclosed, so stifled. She would have preferred surveillance on Houston or LA where she could just run off all this energy, but she was stuck here in a crummy room, with Tank for company.

Tank didn't look up, "So? Whats your solution?"

Silverfire was momentarily confused. "Um I dont have one?"

"Then you weren't thinking you were worrying. Get back to the cam."

Silver fire trudged despondently toward the seat she had previously occupied. Before she sat down she turned back to Tank.

"Um... Why do I have to watch the cam if you're watching the screen that shows what the cam sees? I mean thats just a waste, isn't there somewhere I can break into?"

"No there isn't, and the reason I'm watching what you're watching is because I'm bored as well. In this instance its better if we have four eyes rather than none."

She sat down and began to think again, presuming that they didn't attract attention on the way up, and that they only attracted attention part way down she figure that they may only have to shoot their way past one hundred goons. If that was the case they had the heavy machine gun, although why it was called a machine gun she didn't know, it was pretty much a chain gun. Ageira should just have called it a chain gun instead of a heavy machine gun, but they hadn't, so a heavy machine gun it was. The HMG could account for thirty of them if Tank was using it, which he would be, so that left only seventy, they had SMGs which fixer had provided AP and Hi-Ex AP rounds for, and given that there were four of those that meant they could probably account for another fifty that left twenty. What to do with the twenty, well they could try the tried and tested method of punching but that would take time and could easily call down another fifty goons on top of them, but they had the snub pistols, those could take care of the last twenty they only needed to take out four each.

She stood up again.

"What now?" Tank asked with a sigh

"I've been thinking again, and I reckon if we do have to deal with goons we should shoot them." She smiled a self congratulatory smile.

"So if the shooting starts, we should shoot them? Thats your master plan? Go back to the cam."

She sat down once more, just as something interesting happened, well it wasn't as interesting as an explosion would have been or corp. sec goons running across the street to kick the door of this building in, but more interesting than watching goons come and go. A van had pulled into the buildings car park, well less of a van and more of a sled really

She zoomed the cam in to get a better look at the markings on its side and then she turned, once more, to Tank.

"See that? A sled or possibly a van. Markings suggest a gardening firm, here to trim the hedges and maintain the flowerbeds sort of thing."

"Yup, I see it. They waved it right through, must have known who it was."

"Yes, so it might be a way in, probably not probable but possible." She stopped. She had seen Fastjack walking up the road and he looked hurt. Before Tank could stop her she was already out the door.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.