Following on from the interogation of Lincoln Wshington, Tech Judge Von Simian had a contact of his monitor what exactly was going on in the Brand Block Tech Bazaar. Concentraing their investigation on a shop, called Vasally, which is run by a citizen, Eugeny Sidrov. Sidrov is a refugee of East Meg 2, accepted in post the Atomic War. The only details PSU have on this cit, he has an uncle, Valentina Vasiliev, a known gun runner and go-between for the Russian mob, now retired to a private villa in Bermuda. It’s been long suspected that Valentina may have been using his nephew, to gain entry to MC1, but no evidence has ever presented itself.
Sidrov himself is a competent robotics expert, and may be a link to Content Not Found: alain-debotan or even DeBotan himself.
During the course of this surveillance, Geiger Detectors were triggered at the entrance to the Bazaar, moments before all surveillance within the bazaar was cut off. Von Simian’s contact seemed to be able to keep his cameras up for five minutes longer than Justice Department and was able to witness a robot attack at one of the smarter department stores at high level, and also, the four gentlemen with the ‘hot’ briefcase enter Sidrov’s shop, then leave minutes later, and depart through the tunnel systems below the block.
Street Division stopped the car that the four perps had used, and tech Division confirmed that there was enough background radiation to spark a very large bomb.
Judge Gregor Bethesda, during this, had a major Psi flash that whatever was going on in the building was either a trap or a dead end, and even as the Judges rolled off on their Lawmasters, was still seeing visions of an explosion at sea.
Putting two and two together, Bethesda convinced the group that the target they were really looking for was either at sea, or near it, and someting about the surveillance tapes of the No Jacket required bar at the Atlantic sea wall was concerning him.
PSU sent out an alert that Phil Platohad just been seen entering the bar, and as he was supposed to be locked up, this was where they should be next.
As they pulled up to the bar, radio chatter showed that the Bazaar had indeed been a dead end, no sign of the perps, only a few citizens dead in the droid attacks, and the Bazaar was back open for business. PSU also sent out an alert about an illegal SkySurf run that was in progress down the coast at sector 175, which should be reaching their current location within the next quarter of an hour.
Within moments of entering the bar, it was obvious that something was going on in the Shuggy hall below them, three thugs with makeshift weapons were threatening two guys in the shadow of the balcony. The three thugs were identifiable by the gang tats as being members of the Anti Mutant League, and seemed pissed off with whoever was in the shadows. Shots were fired, and the Judges leaped into action, Judge Void firing the first shot and knocking down one of the perps, Judge Bliss the other, and with the commanding voice of Judge Liefield ringing out through the bar, the third thug dropped his weapon and surrendered.
Something happened then, all in a split second. A flash of lightening from the approaching storm lit up the room, and a peel of thunder rattled the three storey atlantic wall windows of the Shuggy Hall, all in the same instant that the glass exploded in and a SkyBoard crashed through the wall. Everything went dark and the screams and shouts of the patrons backing out of the room, fought with the sound of the approaching storm and the lashing acid rain now burning holes in the pool tables. From the mess of glass and SkyBoard on the ground, the rider groaned, rushing to check if they were alright, Judge Liefield pulled himself back at the last minute as the rider lurched to their feet – only with their head twisted fully around and near hanging off, and with a hissing deathly rattle screamed Tooty Fruity at the judges and lurched forward – pausing only for a moment to wonder who had found traces of the 2T(Fru)T plague, liefield fired a high ex into it’s head, noting just before it blew up, that it seemed remarkably well dressed for a zombie.
Even as the pieces of the dead body still squirmed on the floor, comms from central overrode the helmet radios – The Sons of The Constitution had taken over three cruise ships and had armed them with atomic bombs, and where now steaming toward the Atlantic wall intent on causing maximum destruction. H-Wagon scouting of the ships revealed nothing – no lights, no heat signatures, just high levels of radiation from some hastily put together bomb. As the H-wagon swooped lower to investigate some anomalous movement in the shadow of the bow, radio contact was momentarily lost and for the brief moment it returned there was static, explosions and one phrase "Zombies – three thousand zombies on sky-boards, heading your way, repeat … " and then they were gone.
Within minutes, visual confirmation that there were indeed thousands of SkyBoards heading from the ships, in waves ahead of them, with people, obviously the passengers, as hostages. Only once they were within a km of the wall, was it obvious that they were all plague victims.
The judges answered the call to provide additional support for their section of the Atlantic Wall, parking their bikes near Watchtower 13, they oversaw the tech teams manning the long range laser cannon. Over the sound of the overheating cannon, reports of the numbers of targets being hit were called out, along with the estimated time to landfall. With each chug of the cannons, the SkyBoards and their zombie passengers got closer, 500m, 350m, it was obvious that the cannons were not going to do the job. Still over three hundred of the creatures were still standing.
The clones just stared.
Something snapped in Judge Void, she snatched her Lawgiver and ran to the edge of the watchtower railing and started firing Hi-Ex into the remaining swarm of dead people. Knocking only a few from their boards, her action was enough to knock sense into the others. She made a note to have a word with them back at Sector House about their combat readiness. The five other Judges joined her on the balcony and started to fire. The remainder of the watchtower staff grbbed whatever weapons were handy and fired. Still the zombies were coming.
They were on the wall. There were about 50 of the damned left against a dozen Judges. It took less than a minute to wipe them out.
Calls came in up and down the wall. The SkyBoarding zombies had been dealt with. It would only be the following day when they realised that 150 of those victims were youngsters, caught in the cross fire on their illegal SkyBoard race down the wall. For now, the approaching ships and their atomic bombs were what was important.
Two Holocaust Squads were put together to deal with the Boston and Washington bound ships, the clones insisted that they would be the ones to deal with the ship heading this way, and a H-Wagon met them on the pad of the Watchtower to take them to the ship.
Within minutes they were skimming the top of the lumescent waves of the Black Atlantic, the fumes from the oil fires parting in the wake of the Justice Central H Wagon. Out of the mist loomed the prow of the Queen Mary II, the ocean being torn apart by the ship doing 40 knots through the water, twelve storeys of polished metal towered above them as the H-Wagon circled the craft once.
On board detection indicated the ship had been abandoned. The engines were powering away and the wash of radioactivity from the cockpit suggested that if anyone was aboard, they wouldn’t last long, if they survived the blast. In turn all the judges reached for their belt and popped a radiation pill, and made their way to the hatch as the H-wagon set down amidships.
Stopping to deal with a few zombies who had not made it off the ship, the judges approached the two turbo lifts to the cockpit. Splitting up, Judge Von Simian overrode the locks and set both lifts to the bridge, they were expected.
Shots rang out, the bridge lit up with laser fire, and a minute later the six suspects were down, thanks to Void, Liefield and Bliss. Bethesda immediately made his way to the navigation controls and put the ship into reverse and hard to starboard, and in the long minute it took for the rapidly approaching Atlantic Wall to start to pan past the cockpit plas-glass, Von Simian made the bomb safe.
Tech Division were soon on the scene to take over and make everything safe, dropping the Judges back at the Sector House, were the garage hands once again gave them that look that said – Lawmasters – they don’t grown in a synthi-munce-vat. They would have to wait until tech returned their bikes from the No Jacket Required parking dock.