NYPD Powers

Session 3:

Arms Dealers

With the attack on the prisoner transport thwarted, the Powers division was left with a number of questions, not least of which, who could have supplied their attackers with robot octopus arms?
A cursory interrogation of the first two captured goons yields little. The first lawyers up immediately, and the second nearly has a nervous breakdown after he accidentally lets slip a name, ‘Frankie’. The third prisoner spins an elaborate tale, claiming to be a Private Investigator named Gordon Paulson who was at the ambush coincidentally. “I’m not even with these guys! I’m just glad you were using rubber bullets or I’d be dead!” Paulson claims to have been hired by the inventor of the robot arms, a Doctor Martinez, and supplies the location of the safe-house which the ambush was planned from, which he found in his own investigations, but not before the attack was already launched.
Attempts to verify his story through the doctor meet with limited success, as the doctor is super paranoid. The detectives gain entry into Paulson’s apartment with his permission, in an attempt to contact the doctor again but the doctor spooks and turns off his burner cell phone.
Meanwhile the Goons and Gordon are transferred to Ryker’s Island while the team raids the safe-house. They discover everything as Gordon described, however, the team is shocked to learn that the arms themselves don’t need a person guiding them. Two sets of Octo-arms in a crate at the safe-house animate themselves and attack, but the crew makes short work of them with shotguns brought along.
While waiting for the crime scene unit, the team discovers a bag full of wallets and cell phones, where the goons from the ambush stashed their ID before the attack. Gordon’s ID is nowhere to be found among the wallets. However, the bag only holds 11 wallets, but 12 cell phones. Cross referencing and tracing the numbers in the phones takes some time, but eventually, they determine one of the numbers dialed by one of the abandoned phones to belong to Frankie’s Auto Body.
After a brief attempt to bluff their way in and scope out the place nearly ends in tears, the team backs off and takes up discrete surveillance, getting backup in the form of Detective Baldwin and Sgt Renfro of the Powers Department’s Night Shift.
As night falls, a truck arrives, and a handful of men begin loading crates into the back.
Detective Cross, hiding in the shadows, sneaks closer for a better look, and recognizes the markings on the side of the crates as identical to the crate with the arms from the safe-house.
Another vehicle drives up just as Cross signals the others and draws his weapon. Gamble teleports into the back seat of the new arrival and along with Greeley, cuffs the man to his steering wheel and takes his keys, before they continue on to back up Cross.
Baldwin and Renfro pull up in the stakeout car, blocking the truck in. One of the goons immediately pulls a grenade, after Cross shouts at them to ‘Freeze’ and tosses it into the back of the truck, earning a bullet from Cross in the bargain. Thermite flames lance out, melting the crates of arms to useless slag.
Two of the other goons slam their crate onto the ground breaking it open. One draws a gun and shoots at Cross while the other tries to hook on his robot arms. The fourth books for cover as does Cross. Cross fires wildly and wounds a second gunman, meanwhile the others catch up, and the 2nd goon gets his octo-arms up and going. He climbs atop the burning truck for a better angle, and puts three rounds into Sgt Renfro. All three are absorbed by his vest, and Renfro fires a single round from his Desert Eagle in reply, killing the Octo-goon instantly.
As Cross’ shouts for the others to surrender finally start to have an effect, Frankie bursts in from the other room, a machine pistol held in each of his 4 robot arms, a shotgun in his regular arms, and decked out in body armor.
Frankie lets loose a hail of gunfire and everyone dives for cover. Miraculously, with all the lead flying, no one is hit, and Frankie shouts for his men to flee.
Cross and one of the goons wind up taking cover from Frankie’s storm of lead behind the same rolling tool chest, and the goon nudges the tool chest just enough to give Frankie an angle on the detective.
However, before Frankie can take advantage of the vulnerable Detective Cross, Gamble teleports behind Frankie and shoots him in the back, hitting him in the shoulder and taking the shotgun out of the equation. The team pops out of cover taking pot shots at Frankie, most soaked up by his body armor, until Detective Baldwin manages to hit him in the head, dropping him instantly and blowing the left eye out the side of his face. Somehow, however, he is still breathing, when the fire department and the paramedics arrive.

After arranging transport for the prisoners to lock up, the wounded to the hospital and the dead to the morgue, the team doubles back to look in on Gordon Paulson and double check his story. Cross sits in the interview room at Ryker’s Island for an interminable wait, until Paulson is brought in. Only one problem. “Is this a Joke?” Cross says to the guard.
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s not Gordon Paulson.”



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