Elfie gave me the location of a low level independant operative in Steel Canyon that brokered a deal to rob the armored car that contained my official blood sample. These samples are used for DNA identification in case of death or Praetorian invasion. They are extremely valuable and their transport is usually on known by a select few. Whoever this Lougge is he must know people in important places.He looked like a vagrant. Hell he may have been one the way he looked. There's no way this guy was connected. Must be the person that hired him. I had to get that information from him. If he would talk............Ambush......Vahzilok operatives.....low level but the numbers did concern me.
Vahz are a death cult obscessed with reanimation and mortification. They were followers of the infamous Dr. Vahzilok, a sick individual bent on changing his body with the flesh of the deceased. He was once an respected pathologist but now is a disgusting, throbbing mound of stinking flesh three times the size of an average man and ten times as powerful. His followers tend to be low level hoods with nothing better to do but cause mayhem and get him "Parts" for his experiments. Once you get to a certain sercurity level they tend to be more annoying than dangerous. The re animated Abominations (think Frankenstein but bulimic) use vomit as an attack. It hurts ,yes, but the smell is the worst. Nothing ruins new tights like zombie vomit.
The ambush was over as quickly as it started. Luckily I dodged one of said vomit attacks. I can afford the cleaning bill but not the smell.
As I felt cornered and outnumbered waves of fear began building up in my mind. The pressure built so strong I though my head were about to explode. Instinctively I released it toward the attackers. It hit them like holy terror. They were stunned where they stood now cowering. One even soiled himself. They had obviously been sent for me or Lougge, probably both, but instantly they ran away completely ignoring us. Gone. I stood mouth agape. Lougge stared in disbelief too.
It didn't take long to get the number from Lougge. I let him go; he didn't know anything else. That is the way these things work. He ran away almost as quickly as the Vahz. What he saw scared him......heck, it scared me too.
I stored the number in my comm unit. Frank could find the address for me later . I looked back down to send a message to thank Elf when I saw it on my boot. Ugh. Zombie vomit. Then the smell hit me. Damnit. Gotta find a hose.
