"They're down there," said Jim-Bean, pointing at a narrow ladder to the bridge. "They're waiting for us."
"All right. We're going in hard and fast," said Hammer, pistols cocked. "Jim-Bean, you take point. I'll provide cover. Caprice, Guppy, see if you can make it to the control panels. We need to find out what happened to the book. Archive, you hang back, provide support as needed. Ready?"
They nodded.
"Jimmy, go!"
Gripping the ladder with the insides of his feet, Jim-Bean slid down the rail. He was immediately peppered with gunfire. Jim-Bean held one hand out and the bullets ricocheted off harmlessly.
Hammer was next. He hit the ground hard, rolled and came up firing. The gunfire stopped for a moment as the guards ducked behind control panels.
The other agents followed, each letting loose a volley of retaliatory fire so that another agent could slide down.
Lining the walls of the chamber were seven consoles with matching chairs. The consoles were for RADAR, the diving control center, the quartermaster post, radio, sonar, SINS (Submarine Inertial Navigation Systems), and the complex’s computer. A periscope flanked by a radio antenna and a radar antenna stood in one corner of the room.
The tcho-tcho guards piloting the horseshoe were dressed entirely in black — slacks, turtleneck sweater, and deck shoes. Colonel Feng Ho stood at the center of the mass of men, firing his pistol.
Canister-shaped grenades were tossed over into the center of the room.
"Gas!" shouted Hammer. more
Michael "Talien" Tresca is a game designer, author, communicator, and artist. He has authored numerous supplements and adventures for AEG, MonkeyGod Enterprises, Goodman Games, Otherworld Creations, RPGObjects, Ronin Arts, and Privateer Press. His articles and reviews have appeared in Allgame.com, D20 Filtered, Dragon, Gamers.com, Pyramid, and RPG.net. Michael lives in Connecticut with his wife, who is an editor, his infant son and his cat, all of which are fluent in English.
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