New Moon Surprise
Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 4:41 pm
It's probably not the smartest thing I have ever done, but I went back out into the Blight last night.
My goal was to be low-key and just keep tabs on the nightlife, natural or not. Between the raid on my shop and the increased police presences this summer, I didn't want any of the complications from a pitched battle, especially since my Piece, my Blade and my best suit of armour are still sitting in a police evidence locker.
Fortunately I'm not without resources so an entry-gun, a .40, a tench-knife edged with silver and a few odds and ends made me confident I could take on anything I'd probably run into. An older prototype for my usual armour, not quite as protective but still inconspicuous and mobile made sure it wouldn't be my hide on the line.
I spent the first part of the night ducking patrols and check points . . . these guys at DHS are doing their best to make sure I can't move around without being stopped, but I've spent years prowling these alleys and know all sorts of ways to keep out of sight of Johnny Law.
Of course, keeping out of sight makes it hard to find what I'm looking for. It also doesn't help that the police have been forcing out the folks who are my usual eyes and ears, the street-people and the working girls. That leaves me with high risk street patrolling as my only way to find out what's going on.
I think the creatures know what's going on too. I've had to work hard for years trying to keep what goes on here under control. Without anyone actively out stalking them, they've gotten more blatant. It didn't take too much looking to find them in action.
At first I thought it was a street punk working an elderly couple, which is enough to make me step in anyway, but when the punk grabbed the old lady's purse there was a distinct snarl.
For the last few years I've believed that werewolves had been migrating into town. Mostly they have been ferals, the type that usually stay out in the bush and live the lives of wolves, but once in a while I run across a city wolf - one that's adapted to the city life enough to blend in with the population for the most part, though not well enough to seem like anything better than a thug. Judging by the apparent age of this one, he might very well have been born in civilization.
Heck, he might have passed himself off as a kid at Hannah's school.
But young or not, he was dangerous, and the more that lady refused to let go of her purse, the more likely this kid was going to show fangs.
I had to intervene.
My goal was to be low-key and just keep tabs on the nightlife, natural or not. Between the raid on my shop and the increased police presences this summer, I didn't want any of the complications from a pitched battle, especially since my Piece, my Blade and my best suit of armour are still sitting in a police evidence locker.
Fortunately I'm not without resources so an entry-gun, a .40, a tench-knife edged with silver and a few odds and ends made me confident I could take on anything I'd probably run into. An older prototype for my usual armour, not quite as protective but still inconspicuous and mobile made sure it wouldn't be my hide on the line.
I spent the first part of the night ducking patrols and check points . . . these guys at DHS are doing their best to make sure I can't move around without being stopped, but I've spent years prowling these alleys and know all sorts of ways to keep out of sight of Johnny Law.
Of course, keeping out of sight makes it hard to find what I'm looking for. It also doesn't help that the police have been forcing out the folks who are my usual eyes and ears, the street-people and the working girls. That leaves me with high risk street patrolling as my only way to find out what's going on.
I think the creatures know what's going on too. I've had to work hard for years trying to keep what goes on here under control. Without anyone actively out stalking them, they've gotten more blatant. It didn't take too much looking to find them in action.
At first I thought it was a street punk working an elderly couple, which is enough to make me step in anyway, but when the punk grabbed the old lady's purse there was a distinct snarl.
For the last few years I've believed that werewolves had been migrating into town. Mostly they have been ferals, the type that usually stay out in the bush and live the lives of wolves, but once in a while I run across a city wolf - one that's adapted to the city life enough to blend in with the population for the most part, though not well enough to seem like anything better than a thug. Judging by the apparent age of this one, he might very well have been born in civilization.
Heck, he might have passed himself off as a kid at Hannah's school.
But young or not, he was dangerous, and the more that lady refused to let go of her purse, the more likely this kid was going to show fangs.
I had to intervene.