He scans the comm. code, the message, and the Gargoyle references. What do Gargoyles do? They eat, they shit, they sleep and hopefully they die. There are weapons on level 60? Maybe it’s his brother’s kit? If it is his brother’s shit, then where the fuck is the body? What does a creature the size of a Nissan Jackrabbit do with a dead body? Probably anything it wants but all kidding aside what does it do with a body once it has presumably killed its victim?
A single frame AR display pops up into his PAN. He hated AR displays. They were like giant glowing targets superimposed over or around a person’s head. Scrolling through the message, Jack highlights the comm. code and redials. He waits for the connection to be engaged on the receiving end and turns towards Gardie.
“Yeah, I got that. Looks like we’re climbing. Let me know if you spot anything that looks like John’s body anywhere. I still gotta’ get him down from here.”
Hunkering back from the climbing ledge, Jack does a mental checklist of on-hand supplies. Unsatisfied with what he thinks he might have, he whips around his beat-up backpack and roots through it; mags, crow bar, more fucking mags, half a carton of cigarettes, a full canteen, some m-rats, some lose trade supplies, his lock back knife, wet-wipes, toiletries, a bedroll, and his gas mask. Throwing the gas mask over his head, he lets its rest around his neck and chest. Slipping his .45 into its cross-chest holster, Jack takes a moment to mentally make sure the weapon is in working order. Satisfied, he lets go of the grip and disconnects the neural feed with the side arm. Next came cycling The Bitch for bug hunting.
Mentally ejecting the mag of 7.62x51 explosive rounds, he slams in a magazine of his go-to bug crumpers; Mitsu-Arms’ very own KE-IV toxin rounds. Feeling okay with the weapon’s level of readiness, Jack reconnects the one-point quick detach sling. He rolls up his sleeve, unplugs the data cord lead from the jack in his arm and gives it a good spit polish. You didn’t want these things losing connection mid-firefight. A few jumps to make sure his kit isn’t going to make too much noise or shift awkwardly during combat on him and Jack is about his business. Chicago is now a much safer place for Metahumanity.
