<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015901#pid2015901"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Mateo Reyes</span></a><br/>Midwatch<br/>Shuttleport<br/>Tagged: N/A<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>Most of the away team had gotten back to the shuttleport already. Mateo had told Jin-lai and Serena to go ahead and get in line for the beach shuttle and dropped off some of the supplies and cook ware at the shuttle. While he was loading the shuttle a few guards noticed the cyborg by himself.<br/><br/>"Wait... isn't that? Shit I gotta get Marlowe." One of them bolted off to the office. Within minutes four guards emerged from the station's back room. They were fully loaded out to take someone down, with body armor and three of them carried assault rifles. The nail bomb went off about a half hour ago, within another half hour the attack would make news so the customs guards had to spring the trap in the next half hour.<br/><br/>Mateo finished up and grabbed his bag with sunblock and sealant and headed towards the terminals pointing toward the beach transit. When he approached he found no line despite the overall busy day. Mateo was even more alarmed the two customs officers ahead of him were dressed down in riot gear. "Stop there. This terminal is off limits, there was an attack at the beach shuttleport less than an hour ago." one guard said, raising his arm. His friend stepped a few steps ahead and eyed him down before talking. "We have reason to believe that the organizers of the attack were augmented. Would you mind answering a few questions? Nothing invasive, just standard protocol in these situations."<br/><br/><i>This is a con or a setup. Probably both.</i>"Sure. Let's talk out here." Mateo responded tersely. His grip tightened around his duffel bag and he stared the customs agents down. "Actually we have a backroom we interview people in. If you'd just step over here..." The agent walked over and punched in a combination at the door and made a gesture for him to go inside. "You're kidding right? This is the most hard up I've ever seen a customs agent try to extort people." Mateo scoffed. The guard next to him raised his rifle to hip level, barrel aiming straight at Mateo's chest. "Don't make this difficult."<br/><br/>Mateo sighed and started walking towards the room, the guard that was now behind him snatched his duffel bag off of his shoulder. He entered the room ahead of him to find two guards with disruptor prods, a type of stun baton designed specifically to nonlethally shut down people with cybernetics. Mateo heard two sets of boots click behind him and suddenly he was in a very small room with four guards surrounding him.<br/><br/>"I see. I thought you guys were trying to hit me up for money. What did Iona not give you a discount or something? Let it go. Trying to take me in will get at least one of you killed." Mateo said, the last part didn't even really come off as a threat, but stated like a simple fact. "Yeah. You can try robot." the guard in front of him to the left said. Mateo sighed and pinched the bridge to his nose.<i>This is going to suck.</i><br/><br/>Within a second his left arm shot up towards the guard in front of him and latched on to his throat. There was some resistance at first due to his helmet, but the metal limb found way to skin. Mateo crushed his flesh, windpipe, and spinal column with one swift motion, the custom agent's head turning 45 degrees as his spine separated from his torso. Mateo released him and the agent fell to the ground lifeless. The cyborg then used his right arm to grab the elbow of the sole female custom agent. He used his fingers to crush her arm at the joint, the customs agent hollering in pain. Before he could turn around he felt two point lighting up on<br/>his back like fire. It felt like electricity shot throughout his body, even his metal limbs that didn't have pain receptors began to hurt in a numb sort of way. He felt his body gradually shut off, his legs went limp, his arms splayed at his side, and both of his eyes shut off not long after. Mateo's heart seemed to slow, but the technology inside of him kept it beating.<br/><br/>On the ground Mateo was pretty much trapped in his own body, weakly groaning. He could still hear the guards around him, specifically the female who's arm he crushed. "Fuck! That clank son of a bitch, my arm!" she screamed out. Mateo heard the footsteps circle around the woman's screams. "Shit, Pagan, set her arm back into place. I'll make a sling." One of the voices commanded. For the next few minutes Mateo heard nothing but the sounds of trying to treat a broken arm. After a sickening snap, the agent began to calm herself somewhat. "Thanks Pagan." the agent said drawing closer. Mateo felt three sharp kicks to his chest and cried out with each strike. "Asshole," the deepest voice in the room started, walking towards him, "Ajeet is totally dead. How are we going to explain that?" There was a pause. "I don't know. Helena, start up the shuttle. Pagan and I will drag chrome boy out there and we can take off."<br/><br/>Mateo felt a pair of hands prop him up against the wall. "Shit it doesn't look like his hearing is augmented at all." He felt the hands explore his body and yanked on his headphones. "I guess these will do for the shuttle ride up there." Mateo probably made a confused face as he felt the headphones set gently around his ears.<i>No the only loaded right now is my beach playlist. Shit, I wanted to listen to this near the ocean...</i>After a few clicks on his music player he heard Dirt McGirt introduce the rest of the Wu-Tang Clan.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsiAsTa0oEI" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>-specta Deck! Dirty Ol' gettin' low with his flow, introducin' the GHOST FACE KILLLLAAAAHHH, no one can get iller.</b></a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>After being dragged around to indiscriminate places for about an hour, including what he believed to be a shuttle off planet, he had the headphones taken off of his ears. "Shit his eyes are freaking me out. They're open but grayed out. Turn on one of his eyes so we can hold a decent conversation." One of the agents opened messed with his left eye briefly and sight came back to the cyborg. Mateo blinked it out for a few seconds and found him in a white room with a one way mirror. He looked at the guards around him, each had taken off their helmets and staring at him. His gaze lingered a second at the female agent's arm, crudely set back into place and appeared to be in a sling made of a towel. The metal man looked at his self in the one way mirror noting his state. His hair was disheveled, one eye of his was the usual pale blue, but the other one that was deactivated had this lifeless gray color to it. His augmentations hung limply from the chair and he was tied up with rope.<br/><br/>"...why rope? If my arms worked I could snap this in a second. Oh no wait, I think I get it, you like tying people up. I can relate, there was this one girl who lived not too far from my farm when I was growing up. I learned how to tie knots when I was a kid, but I didn't get proficient until I started hanging out with her. Ah, the memories of tying someone up in a barn." Mateo sighed, reminiscing in the good old days. This comment was met with the butt of a rifle.<br/><br/>"Shut up. Helena, get the camera on that comm ready. We should send this out." the apparent leader motioned at her. "Why do I have to hold the camera?" Everyone in the room stopped and looked at her direction. "Oh hey, we're holding the most deadly person in your crew hostage with guards with injuries, don't try an armed rescue by the way," the leader then thumped her upside the head, "No, you get to record the ransom tape. Pagan, visors down." Both of the males flipped the visors on the helmet down.<i>Most deadly? Maybe ten years ago or in power armor.</i>Mateo thought as they gathered into position.<br/><br/>Everyone got into their relative positions and began to record a ransom video. Their leader did most of the talking, some shit about needing a heavy lifter and something about debtors not being able to escape the law or some cockamamie. Then he said something interesting. "...if you want your main loader and only combat specialist aboard the ship back, you'll trade us the debtor Thomyris Heroux. His life, for hers. We'll be waiting at the attached location at midnight tonight. If you don't show we'll take Mr. Reyes here to a chop shop and have all of his augmentations sold off. I suggest you think carefully."<br/><br/>Mateo scrunched his face for a second and looked confused.<i>Riz is a debtor? Explains why she never goes off world. Only combat specialist? I mean it's true I probably have the most experience, but... oh shit they don't know about Donovan.</i>At that last thought Mateo burst out into joyous laughter while the tape was still rolling prompting both of the agents to flinch a little. "You guys are SO fucked." Mateo said with a chuckle. Once again he was met with a rifle butt, this time opening a cut on his forehead. Mateo could feel the viscous liquid slowly travel down his face and could see it in the one way mirror. He might need stitches after this.<br/><br/>The leader quickly looked back into the camera lens, "At the coordinates we provide, midnight, bring Heroux." After that he traced his index finger across his throat and the recorder shut off the camera. "Send it to their ship. As for you," the leader said turning to face him, "we have a few questions we'd like you to answer..." The next two hours didn't really involve questions as much as it was just a concentrated ass beating.<i>I just wanted to go to the beach man...</i>