Nathan was halfway finished with his soda when he was accosted by a scantily clad woman in a slave collar.
"Please please! You have to help me! They're running a slave drive out of a warehouse! They're after me!"
Nathan sighed, but otherwise stared at her just as coldly as he did everyone else, and set down his soda, whipping out his stun baton she backed away, thinking he was going to hit her, only for him to hurl it brutally into the face of a gunman that had been chasing her, knocking half his teeth out as he stumbled backward into a second gunman. Nathan shot the second gunman with his stun blaster, while the first tumbled to the ground, coughing and spitting up blood before Nathan's right hand clamped down on his throat, and he
squeezed.
The slaver nearly blacked out as Nathan lifted him up by the neck, retrieving his baton at the same time.
"This warehouse..." Nathan asked the frightened woman in an unfeeling, pitiless tone. "Directions. Now."
"Make a right at the next corner, than a left at the corner after that..." the woman answered in a terrified gasp.
"You should be
running..." he said to her (Bump Back: 50 XP) without looking, casually walking over to the second gunman while holding up the first still and woke the second thug up by brutally breaking his knees with swift stomps from his boot, making him scream horribly.
The woman took off running as the second gunman continued screaming in agony.
"Slaver
scum..." Nathan snarled, squeezing harder as he began dragging the first slaver by the neck along the ground as he walked, expression the same as it was when he arrived, the man gasping desperately in Nathan's vice like choke. People passed by Nathan in shock and surprise, but this was the Underworks, and Nathan
was dragging a dude by his neck like he weighed nothing, so they didn't get
too curious, and before long he had arrived at the warehouse, covered in gang signs.
Nathan nonchalantly dragged the slaver by the neck up to the front entrance, where three guards instantly trained their weapons on him, only for him to lift his captive slaver up by the neck still as a human shield, drew his stun blaster and began firing from behind his now limp captive, gunning down all three before chucking his now barely breathing captive aside and walking into the warehouse, clearly quite peeved at having his soda break interrupted, and scowled when he saw the slaves being forced into repulsor trucks. Most looked dirty and beaten. Recent captures. Likely low hanging fruit from the homeless population here.
One of the slavers spotted him, and began aiming his shotgun but Nathan had already fired, hitting him in the face and dropping him instantly.
He was ducking blaster bolts from various slavers above and on the same level as him, gunning down two in response, careful not to move anywhere the slaves would be in the line of fire, getting behind a pillar which rapidly started getting blasted to pieces. He drew his other pistol and fired, hitting three more who had tried to flank him.
He was forced to run and shoot at the same time blasting down more and more his expression one of cold disgust at the slavers firing automatic weapons at him.
Both pistols ran dry and he was forced to improvise, grabbing one of his stun grenades, pulling the pin, and hurling it at a fast approaching group, ducking into an office to reload as it went off, disorienting the pack as he shot out from cover, again opening fire, only to be forced back into cover by machine gun fire from a rafter above.
Nathan than noticed a
blaster smg on the desk. An eye brow raised and he grabbed it, checking it's ammo count. Looked full.
He set it to stun, taking out his second to last stun grenade, pulling the pin, timing it so that when he threw it, it would burst in mid air.
As soon as the bang went off he was running out, sprays of fire from his weapon downing another three, then shooting the machine gunner in the chest with a spray of stun bolts, knocking him out cold.
No more conscious slavers. He immediately looked for the remote to disable the tracking devices in the slave collars on the head slaver, finding it on the most muscle bound one, disabling the collars, freeing all the slaves, waking up the head slaver with a few hard slaps to the face, and then proceeded to beat his face with one of his pistols, Ray Liotta style, leaving him a crumpled heap spitting out blood and teeth. The Slaves did nothing to stop this, only running for their lives.
Nathan took a half hour to properly tie up everyone, grabbing a cold soda from the fridge as he left, expression as dull as when he had arrived...
Cordé Sabo
