Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 30, 2008 14:33:45 GMT -5
Mintoaur's turf, the Labrynth, was a very different place from the one he had left behind. The Labrynth, formerly an acropilis, formerly a beacon to human ingenuity, and more recently, the most crime-ridden place in the city that even the Centurions didn't venture in. that changed in the sapce of an hour. No more than a few hours ago (for time reference), a huge explosion had rocked the city, all but vabourising the two highest floors of the building (where the Minotaur was said to live). In that time, the fire department, the police and the Centurions had been in and out. Unmolested.
Now, a few hours later, Lawman, with the rest of the rookies, were geared in the hardest armour they could find, and given riot shields and told to keep people in and out. The make-shift barricades gangsters had used to keep the cops out were reinforced to keep everyone in. Followed by a police line. Followed by a police line facing the other way, followed by new fences keeping people out. The acropolis was surrounded. But it didn't stop there. People in the slum of the Labrynth realised they existed. They had been trying to break free, to get out of their world, like rats in a sinking ship. Gangsters were now realizing they were trapped and were taking it out on the cops and barricades. Several gun battles have already taken place. Every Cavelier and Centurion and even the independents were helping cops in every corner.
It was madness mixed with a human rights disaster mixed with a mess of the victims' own making mixed with an overtime paycheck for Lawman. As he stood near a shipping exit in his riot gear, waiting for trouble.
[ADDITIONAL] The Labrynth is 40 feet away, with the space between the fence and the acropolis fast-becoming a no-man's land. The crowd on the century station side (sightseers, protesters running the spectrum from "help them" to "nuke them").
Armour: Classic riot shield, and Point Blank Armour (Century Station Page 78)
Now, a few hours later, Lawman, with the rest of the rookies, were geared in the hardest armour they could find, and given riot shields and told to keep people in and out. The make-shift barricades gangsters had used to keep the cops out were reinforced to keep everyone in. Followed by a police line. Followed by a police line facing the other way, followed by new fences keeping people out. The acropolis was surrounded. But it didn't stop there. People in the slum of the Labrynth realised they existed. They had been trying to break free, to get out of their world, like rats in a sinking ship. Gangsters were now realizing they were trapped and were taking it out on the cops and barricades. Several gun battles have already taken place. Every Cavelier and Centurion and even the independents were helping cops in every corner.
It was madness mixed with a human rights disaster mixed with a mess of the victims' own making mixed with an overtime paycheck for Lawman. As he stood near a shipping exit in his riot gear, waiting for trouble.
[ADDITIONAL] The Labrynth is 40 feet away, with the space between the fence and the acropolis fast-becoming a no-man's land. The crowd on the century station side (sightseers, protesters running the spectrum from "help them" to "nuke them").
Armour: Classic riot shield, and Point Blank Armour (Century Station Page 78)
