Downzone 3: Obstacle Clearing
"So do you want a diamond pony and a mansion as well?" You ask Darius. "That's a lot of money." He's right. You really need someone like him on staff, and since he's here...
"Maybe in a few years, but not right now. I feel charitable, and you're in luck." Darius replies. "I know you're going to make the right decision and hire me. I can see it. You know that it's going to happen."
Goddamn precognitives, you think. If it wasn't for that quantum mesh in his brain maybe he'd be a little less smug and a little less punchable-but he's right. Damn the smug bastard, he's right about everything. Sure, there are better attorneys-people with augmented research skills and a direct neural interface loaded with all the relevant knowledge-but not at the price he's asking. Your family has one on retainer and you're pretty sure they end up with ten times that income, easily. And Darius, as much as you hate to admit it, is a friend. "You're in." You say gruffly. "As long as you don't fuck up we won't fire you."
"I won't." Darius says smugly, and you resist the urge to punch him.
***
The conference room is just as spartan as the rest of the fifth floor. There's a long wooden table taking up the centre of the room that you strongly suspect didn't even come pre-built, a dozen uncomfortably hard chairs, a small whiteboard, and a laptop hooked up to a projector. Not even a fancy holoprojector like well-off businesses have-a standard projector.
Even with yourself, Darius, Shamus, Immolator and Alfonso sitting in the room, it still feels uncomfortably empty.
Alfonso coughs awkwardly into his hand, drawing everyone's attention towards himself. "Alright," he begins, wringing a handkerchief in his hands as he speaks. "This is our first weekly meeting. I've taken the liberty of asking Shamus to write up our minutes as we go."
Shamus raises his hand in acknowledgement.
He drones on for a while, going on about KPI's and employee performances. You don't pay much attention, zoning in and out and occasionally glancing at Shamus' laptop to keep track of what's going in. The rough gist of it, you gather, is that the company is still bleeding money at the moment, but that's to be expected. Biotech production is expected to begin within the next two weeks, and contracts have already been set up. Apart from that, things are going well.
"Alright," he concludes finally, a solid twenty-five minutes later. When you let out a sigh of relief, he smiles wryly at you. "I think we've just had our first volunteer, too! Vector, would you like to present your report now?"
You blink, a bit startled. Beside you, Immolator silently hands you the sheaf of papers you'd prepared.
"Right," you say slowly. "Um. Did everyone read the reports I submitted earlier in the week?" You wait for everyone to nod in assent. Okay then. You exhale slightly.
"I've been working with Shamus and Immolator over the past week, conducting several investigations into the area." Your outlines are sketchy. Sometimes, like today, you wish you had some talent for clerical work. It'd make remembering what you've been doing over the past week easier. "You all have copies of the security department's budget and spending in front of you. Could you please get those out?"
Once everyone pulls out their copy of your budget, you continue. "I've spent twelve million over the past week hiring various assets. Darius here-" You gesture unnecessarily towards him- "is one example of such. I'm sure he will prove himself a valuable asset to the company.
"Aside from that, I've hired another enhancile, code-named Chemist. He requested a short grace period of no more than one week before attending, so he should be here by next Monday. I believe Alfonso plans to assign him to the Biotech division?"
He nods. "Yes, indeed. His ability to synthesize chemicals should be a definite asset to our scientists down there." Darius nods. Shamus and Immolator just look bored. They've certainly had a lot less practice pretending to pay attention.
You hum noncommittally. "I've assigned Immolator the task of heading to local universities in an attempt to recruit scientists for our business," you continue. "Immolator?"
"Huh? Oh yeah." He sits up… well, as straight as he ever does in the chair. You wish you could slouch half as well as he does. It'd be amazing. You could be almost twice as disrespectful as you already are with minimal extra effort. "I went over there and started speakin' to some people, who pointed me off the right way. Didn't get a lot of interest- apparently someone's already bankrolling a fair few of the guys there- but a few people were willing to come aboard and see what's what. Got probably ten, maybe fifteen people who're studying biology and chemistry- already told you about them, right, boss?- and maybe half as many people who're studying engineering and media."
Alfonso nods. "You told me about them, yes," he replies. "I've already spoken to our biotech division and administrative staff, and informed them of their new arrivals. I assume you have a reason for recruiting engineers prior to obtaining the necessary assets to produce cyber-technology, Vector?"
You nod. "Yeah, I'll explain in a bit." He makes a small sound of agreement, so you continue. "Alright. Uh, where was I… right. There were some irregularities in the documents we obtained from the Syndicate. I don't think it's anything much, but I've hired a local dick-" Immolator starts to snigger but stops when you glare in his direction "-called Nicholas Laine to look into it."
You take a deep breath.
"Finally, I plan to hire several assets to work directly beneath me." You watch everyone's faces carefully for a reaction. "I've made contact with a military team I know from my time in the military, and a handful of ex-police officers. I intend to have both of them support me in a short-term campaign to eliminate the gang presence nearby."
And then the room explodes in questions.
***
"Alright, alright!" you shout over the sound of everyone's indignant cries. "Hold on, let me explain what I intend to do."
They all subside, although you spot both Shamus and Alfonso still glowering at you.
"This area isn't… stable," you say carefully. "Gangs are running rampant over the area, and it's causing the economy around here to tank. Businesses are shutting down, which means more people are turning to gangs- it's a vicious cycle. It's a vicious cycle that's hurting our bottom line, so it's one that we need to end as soon as possible."
Alfonso sits back in his chair, his mouth tightening. He doesn't say a word, but you can tell he's displeased.
"Alright," Immolator says slowly. "Kinda sucks you're planning to just get rid of 'em. Personally I'd probably recruit 'em, get some of 'em working for you, you know? But hey, you're the boss- well, you're my boss. Still, I hope you got a plan."
"I do." You nod sharply at him. "There's a community centre nearby- the ex-cops I hired were working for it, although we've hired people to run it in the meantime. My goal is to eliminate gang presence from there within the next week, and spread out from there, effectively eliminating gang presence in a nine-block radius within the next two months."
Darius levels a cool gaze at you. "That's a very ambitious plan," he drawls. "Have you considered how you are going to ensure that area stays gang-free? Eighteen blocks in either direction is quite a distance."
You crack a smirk at him. "The nice thing about gangs is that they tend to have money on them," you counter. "And the business won't be idle while we're working. I'll find the assets we need on the job, same as I always have."
He rolls his eyes. "A foolproof plan, then."
You ignore the sarcasm in his voice. "Yep!" you say brightly.
[] You have your plans. The only thing left to do is decide how you're going to go about it… and who you're going to do it with.
[] The first thing you need to do is figuring out where you're going to hit first. There are a lot of targets you could hit, after all, and a lot of different targets to aim at. (Note that these are targets to hit and avenues to strike down. You're not limited to them; write-ins are, as usual, freely available, and will probably help a great deal.)
[] You're going to focus on hitting them where it hurts- their wallets. Most of the drug production done by the gangs is done in a repurposed storage shelter three blocks over. You can go there, hit them, steal their chems, and liberate their money. It won't do much to get them off the street at first, but it'll give your budget a bit of a boost, and it'll prevent them using their money to worsen the upcoming fight.
[] You're going to focus on stripping their status as a threat from them. This means you're going to hit their armouries, yes- there are a few of them, most of which are masquerading as clothing stores or pawn shops- but your bigger target is an illegal biomod clinic, a good seven blocks over. This could backfire big time, if you're not careful, but could make things easier in future if you're successful at it.
[] You're going to focus on ending their influence in the local community. Hit their image- show the community the kind of acts they get up to, and the death and decay gangs leave in their wake. The best way to do this will probably be to focus on eliminating their thugs, freeing up businesses from having to worry about being burned down. You'll have to provide support as businesses speak up about what's been happening, but the best way to end the gang's influence is to show what their influence has done.
[] Take Darius with you. He's not just an excellent lawyer; he's also a fantastic combatant, albeit not as fantastic as you are. Sure, hazard pay is expensive, especially when you're going up against people with guns, but the assistance of a third enhancile on the street will only help. $1.5m
[] Leave Darius with Alfonso. He needs to brief your brother on the legal restrictions- and loopholes- that a business owner in this prefecture needs to know, anyway.
[] Take Lima Seven-Nine with you, and leave the ex-police officers to defend your office. Lima Seven-Nine is definitely the better combatant, although they're trained military-style; they'll leave a lot more bodies behind than the ex-police will.
[] Take the ex-police officers with you. Although they're not as well-trained as Lima Seven-Nine, they'll leave far fewer bodies behind than the ex-military group will.
Codename: Vector
Powers:
Physical Boost [3]
Teleportation [4]
Traits:
Martial Artist [4]
Strategist [2]
Ex-Military [2]
Stats:
Tactical [5]
Negotiation [4]
Security [2]
Technical [0]
Codename: Shamus
Powers:
Mental Boost [2]
Technopathy [1]
Traits:
Hacker [3]
Fugitive [2]
Stats:
Security [4]
Technical [4]
Negotiation [1]
Tactical [1]
Codename: Immolator
Powers:
Plasma Control [3]
Limited Flight Capabilities [1]
Traits:
Ex-Gang Member [2]
Down On His Luck [2]
Stats:
Tactical [4]
Negotiation [2]
Technical [2]
Security [1]
Codename: Sicarius
Powers:
Precognition [4]
Enhanced Reactions and Durability [2]
Traits:
Ace Attorney [4]
Top Gun [3]
Military Training [1]
Stats:
Tactical [3]
Negotiation [3]
Technical [2]
Security [2]
Support Asset: Lima Seven-Nine
Traits:
Grizzled Veterans [3]
High-Caliber Weaponry [2]
Stats:
Tactical 4/+2
Negotiation 0/+0
Technical 1/+0
Security 1/+0
Support Asset: Former Police Officers
Traits:
Boots on the Street [2]
Serving the Community [2]
Riot Shields and Pepper Spray, Oh My [1]
Stats:
Tactical 2/+1
Negotiation 3/+1
Technical 1/+0
Security 1/+0