While this may look like bad Fan-fiction, it’s actually our McWod Campaign log told from the perspective of my character James Kevin Smith, Level 1 Awakened. (Franky is GMing).
Posted unencrypted on alt.conspiracy.inconnu by KingofheartS on November 25th.
James is lost, I don’t know for how long. We’re really hurt… both physically and… well let’s just say I don’t know if he’ll ever wake up.
I’m typing this with the help of JustWokeUp73 and SallyTruth81 as I can only use one hand and this laptop is probably some Iraq War surplus wreck.
They just extracted me from the clutches of the butchers at Northwestern Memorial and brought me to a safe house, under the trustful care of The Claw (yeah he’s a bit scary but he’s damn good with a Bonesaw).
There won’t be any turgidly written case report from my pal James tonight. I will give you a rundown of what landed us in the ICU though.
Last night we got briefed on a series of related fires around Chicago. Some kind of arsonist with a strange enough M.O. to warrant calling us on this case. The briefing occurred just a few hours after the last fire and we were sent to talk to the senior arson investigator, a dude called Simon Bollock.
We met the guy, after the customary butt sniffing by the local cops (they never learn!) inside the wreckage of a one-story grocery store. Discussing with Bullock and his mooks uncovered the following:
- This was the tenth such fire in the last year.
- The first three fires were classic cases with clear indication of arson.
- The next seven showed no traces of arson, each site showed multiple points of origins for the fires, all from within the walls
As we were preparing to leave to continue the investigation from HQ, we were informed that a surveillance tape was found. We reviewed it and found the following:
- Shortly before the fire, a white male was seen breaking and entering the premises.
- He surveyed the interior of the store but saw something and he fled.
- Right after that, following the perp closely, was a humanoid form apparently made of fire.
- The form floated a few inches over the floor and passed through an exterior wall, igniting it.
Yeah, a freaking Human Torch/Kitty Pride combo! Man we went from from Jurassic goddamn Park to a DC-Marvel honest to god crossover, I love this job! Yeah… Right.
As we left, Dindler (you know.. the blood sucker) said something about feeling some of Them around. But it was a fleeting contact and soon lost it… (Useless!)
Anyway, James and pals spent the rest of the evening looking for additional clues and came up with very slim pickings.
- Of all ten buildings , only the second one had a casualty, some dude whose name I forgot (This is James forte, not mine).
- We got the name of the guy in the videotape, some pretty well-known arsonist that did time but slipped out of the feds grasp when on parole.
And that’s about it. All agents called it a night then.
I have absolutely no patience with these types of investigations. I’m an action guy and those make me sick to my stomach. I had no intention of spending another day looking over James shoulder while he made further useless inquiries.
So when James finally went to bed, I went on the net and tried finding about the arsonist’s whereabouts through, shall we say… less formal channels. I got a rapid hit and some dude IMed me asking for me to drop 200$ into the nearest mailbox.
God I hate these mind games where someone wants to make it clear that all I do or try, they’re just one step ahead of me…
Anyway, I dropped the cash and lo and behold! I had mail waiting for me when I came back. Apparently the arsonist had a series of contracts to ‘honor’ and the 10 destroyed buildings were on that list. My mysterious shadow sent me the next target, some sort of chemical plant.
I rerouted the info through more official looking channels and sent them to to my colleagues (I’m preety sure they know about me, they just can’t communicate directly when James is in the way).
I went to bed, knowing that James would have to pay for my nocturnal activities.
The next day saw the squad organize a stakeout of the chemical plant. James dosed most of the way there and well into the first few hours of the stakeout. We stayed in the car while Gunther (Splinter-Cell-Ninja-ex-seal) and Clark(Short-tempered furry) went to check the building’s back door.
We didn’t wait long. I woke up real fast, letting James snooze, when I heard a car pull up to ours. Also, I sensed Dindler go all ‘Doppler radar’ so I rapidly guessed that some of his friends were dropping in for a social call.
The dude getting out of the car with his two rather fragrant goons had all the arrogance and lack of finesse that only minions of the Inconnu could muster. When he called Dindler a traitor and refered to me as a dog, I knew we were in deep trouble.
When I was ‘asked’ to leave the car, I rapidly annouced our predicament to our partners with a few taps of the car’s CB.
That’s when James decided to wake up and start screaming inside… With the Sucky’s sneer, his two obvious furry thugs looking for blood and poor Jamie’s cries for control, I snapped and applied the 1st rule of gun-barrel Diplomacy: Always initiate ‘parlay’ behind a few inches of rifled steel-pipe.
Negociations were short and, unfortunately for us, didn’t quite go our way. Result: I got mauled by the 2 Wolvies at the same time. The pain caused by several steel-jawed bites sent James into absolute gibbering , making concentration impossible.
I was within inches of my life barely 6 seconds into the fight.
Thinking only to kill them in the most efficient manner, I returned to the car, jumped in, locked the doors and put it in reverse. While Dindler engaged both sucky and one furry, the other one followed me and broke the car’s glass.
My plan was to back the car a few tens of yards and shift back into forward and ram that damn werewolf… I was about to showcase my mastery of all things automotive when my foot slipped from the brake… Mostly because that’s when James finally decided to make a stand against me…
The bugger has a stronger backbone than I remembered… probably fueled by the madness that created me. It got so strong that I actually blacked out…
I woke up in a hospital bed, a few more lacerations on my body and James nowhere to be found… That’s not a good sign.
I can’t fight the Inconnu like this, I need to find a way to meet those Mofos on some sort of equal footing: Body Armour, Bigger guns, better Intel…
I called my alternate crew and decided to go MIA for some time. I need special training for if and when I come back to the IDA. Right now, my priority is finding little Jamie and bring him back…
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