JB LXXIX: Collision Course
Sullivan Cromwell,
bani Euthanatos, Knight of Radymanthys considers two things.
First, he has never abandoned a mission. He has failed a few times, but never by giving up. "Who dares wins", after all. Second, he and his four chantry-mates are very tempted nevertheless. The forest that the witch led them to via her scrying cauldron (
a primitive affectation-Cromwell prefers awakening the spirits of his GPS navigator or just outright hypertech) is currently a hellscape. His inhumanly acute sight, a side effect of the divine blood rushing through his veins, sees artillery rain down on the forest, white phosphorous burning trees and producing thick toxic smoke as high-explosives hit. He can see the figures of Technocratic robots and soldiers moving through, engaging Garou.
The five Euthanatos mercenaries move through the forest quietly, with the precision and expertise nearly identical to NWO combat operatives or Syndicate legbreakers. Between their enchantments on their black fatigues and their own personal skill, they are nearly invisible. But nearly doesn't imply fully, even if they penetrate well within the second ring of defenses before the number of eyes, human, cyborg, and microdrone, end up catching them.