Vote Tally : Crossover - Sci-Fi - The Accumulation of Capital (Syndicate/???) | Page 2 | Sufficient Velocity [Posts: 34-40]
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[x] Take the right corridor.
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Nevill
Death and Faxes
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Making an executive decision based on the logic that more sensitive areas would be located further into the facility, you silently order your team to advance down the right-hand corridor as quickly as possible. With Asha guarding your rear with her modified Kusanagi, and Niall and Johansen taking turns to advance and cover, the rest of your team move swiftly and silently down the spartan corridor; each of you acutely aware of your relative vulnerability as you move into the open air. It's only thanks to years of dealing with the Syndicate equivalent of a pool of piranha that you're able to hide how tense you've become, and you can almost hear your nerves fraying as you strain for any hint of detection.
Slowly, as you pass by one blank section of corridor wall after another, a feeling that's been bothering you ever since you arrived crystallizes into concern and you look around more closely as you move.
You know the Church of the New Epoch. Not very well, admittedly, but enough to know that they're the closest things to expert marketers that exist in the apocalyptic cult world and that they can't go anywhere for any length of time without leaving behind some sort of hastily scrawled parable. It's… odd that they haven't done this yet. Especially for a group of cultists as large as this.
Dismissing the thought as extraneous, you refocus on the mission at hand and continue moving down the corridor before sliding into place next to the junction's entrance and beside Johansen. Almost as one, the two of you crouch and cover the door opposite you with your rifles as Niall, Shaw, and Asha all move into position.
With your team in place and the area seemingly secure, you take the chance to peek around the corner. Unlike your own corridor which is lit —albeit somewhat dimly— by strips of bio-lume lights set into the top and bottom of the walls, this one is lit by barely-there splotches of dull amber which fade and brighten seemingly at random. If you had night vision equipment it wouldn't even be an obstacle, but this mission had been put together so rapidly that if anyone had thought to send them, they were probably sitting in Nairobi or Pretoria or something.
"Infrared guide lights", mutters Johansen, "it's probably only meant to be used by delivery 'bots."
For a moment you pause to consider how you'll clear the corridor before remembering that Shaw's EWAR gear might have something handy. With a flick of your eye, you bring up the accompanying list of contents and break out into a grin made feral by your borrowed body's gaunt face. Turning to face Shaw, you tell him your idea and with a silent nod, he sidles past you, calmly drawing out a loop of hair-thin fibre optic cable from his webbing with one hand. As he stops beside the shadowy entrance to the corridor, he feeds the cable around the corner and as he does so you open a display via you DART.
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Could someone roll 1D6?