1.5 Get to the chopper!
The loud noise of the helicopter is making planning hard but you think you know what to do. “ALRIGHT JUST STAND THERE WE’LL THROW YOU A LADDER!” – one of the soldiers yells as he is standing near the open side door of the machine. A ladder? He has to be joking, the least these savages could offer you is to land the primitive contraption! The ladder drops to the ground. “JUST GRAB IT AND CLIMB UP!” – a soldier shouts. As you climb up towards the infernal aircraft you notice something you should have noticed earlier. The soldiers are clinging tightly to handles inside the machine in order to hold balance and not fall out of it. You now realize that they would not be able to effectively use their rifles against you so long as they were aboard the aircraft. Regardless you can use this to your advantage. You take a step aboard the helicopter, put your suitcase into a safe corner and grab something yourself.
“Great, you made it! Now we’ll…” – the soldiers is interrupted by your elbow hitting him in the cheek while the other soldier is looking away for a moment. The force of your blow makes him fall out of the side-door and into the park 60 meters below. “FUCK!” – the medic yells just before he is hit with the stun rod, the other soldier quickly turns around and tries to aim his gun at you. “BASE CAMP THIS IS CHARLIE NINER WE HAVE A CODE VIOLET ON BOARD, REPEAT WE HAVE A CODE VIOLET ON BOARD, OVER!” – the pilot informs his commanders over the radio.
The pilot makes a sharp turn no doubt to try to make you fall outside of the craft, however this causes the other soldier to drop his gun making him defenseless. He quickly pulls out a knife and attempts to stab you while holding on to a handle with the other hand. You dodge his move and counter-attack with your stun rod. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” – he screams while in pain as his arm is hit by the rod, clearly one shock is not enough. You strike again knocking him out. Now you approach the pilot still controlling the craft and put your gun to his head.
He seems to ignore you when you order him to fly north while informing him of the consequences of disobeying you. You repeat your demand and threaten to kill him if he refuses, again only louder this time. The machine continues on its course south. “BASE CAMP WE HAVE THREE MEN DOWN ONE IN THE PARK ON THE GROUND SEND ASSISTANCE, OVER” – the pilot reports over the radio ignoring you again. It was his choice now he will pay. As the gun fires the machine starts making sharp circles as the weight of the dead feet of the pilot still presses on one of the anti-torque pedals.
Hades damn you all you filthy savages! The machines keeps spiraling out of control, you push the pilot’s body aside while clutching tightly to his chair, it seems the engine has stopped. You try to do something to stop it from crashing but you have no idea how to steer the craft. At the very least the machine seems to have leveled its flight but it is still falling down only in a more orderly manner. The sound of metal clashing with the street and the wall of a building is making your ears bleed as the force of impact throws you outside of the helicopter through the still open side-door. Your body rolls across the street for a few meters.
You feel pain, lots of pain but you are alive. It appears that outside of a nasty wound on your left arm, some scratches and a lot of bruises you didn’t get injured much. If it wasn’t for autorotation the aircraft would have crashed much harder and you most likely would have not survived. The helicopter is a wreck that is leaking fuel, quickly you locate your still intact suitcase inside of it. Unfortunately as far as weapons are concerned it seems the assault rifle of the other soldier has also fallen out of the machine. You find a magazine of 9mm parabellum ammunition on the pilot’s body though, it was inside his sidearm. Also you managed to locate the paramedic’s bag, you search its contents for some bandages and what you think is a disinfectant and a painkiller. You apply all of those to your wound, it made the pain go away but you feel a bit woozy.
You also notice a most dreadful sight, a dark wet stain on your vest near the RGM’s fuel port. It looks like the fuel canister is now only about a quarter full, far too low on fuel to initiate transit. Furthermore you are no doubt irradiated, the RGM's radiological meter informs you that the dose you received is not lethal but you may get cancer in the next few years. You transfer the rest of the fuel from the canister damaged in the crash to a spare one from your suitcase.
It appears you crashed on the border between the factory district and the ghetto. You hear someone in the distance. “Stupid crackers crashed their chopper! I tell you I saw it.” – someone is saying. “Well something did make a lot of noise, better check it out. It better not be them alien mutants though or I will cap yo ass” – someone else replied. “They’re not aliens homie! It’s the KKK trying to put the black man down once and for all with FEMA’s help!””Just shut up Tomcat we all know it is the Illuminati's work!”. You decide not to linger around any longer. You run away from the locals and head north, that is if your clumsy drug-induced movement can be called running. Eventually when you think you got away far enough, you look around and notice a barred and locked store resembling more of a fortress, it is not looted unlike others in the area. You use your scanner to check if anyone or anything alive is inside. It seems safe so you use your toolkit to make a key and open the locked metal door.
Once inside you notice cans of food, bottled water and most likely a lot of spoiled food products which are starting to smell bad. Regardless you lock the door from the inside and block it with one of the nearby large store shelves hopefully preventing any savages or chimeras from getting inside. This place should allow you to sleep safely until morning. While making an ad-hoc bed in the store you notice a newspaper and a magazine lying around. You take a quick glance at them before going to sleep.
Plague? You do not like the sound of that but if the locals are looting the area and some of them are still alive it means that infection is a hazard that no longer seems to be a likely risk. You decide to go to sleep now and check the alien nonsense in “The Truth” tomorrow. You will need to plan your path if you are to find your container, the fusion fuel within and get away from this nightmarish parallel.
If you wish to avoid the natives the subway tunnels might prove to be the best choice, but you have no idea if the place isn’t a chimera nest or something. The tunnels can take you north to the station at the “Weller Steelworks” factory at the edge of the city and just 3 kilometers away from the container. You can also travel on foot on the surface, daylight should make spotting hostiles easy and you know the city relatively well. It isn’t that different from the one in
αδ-37 after all, but others may notice you easily as well. There were a quite few abandoned road vehicles on the streets, you could try to make use of one even if you know little about them.
You will travel….
1) …on foot using the tunnels. No soldiers or savages there you guess.
2) …on foot and on the surface. Dark tunnels? Might as well be Hades’ underworld itself!
3) …using a road vehicle. How hard can it be?
The path you will take will take you through…
A) …the city center near the library and then just straight north to the container. The sooner you get to the container and out of here the better.
B) …the ghetto and port thus avoiding the city center by going east around it. There could be more of those things in the center after all.
C) …the warehouses and abandoned factories in the west. Hopefully they are as abandoned as they were in αδ-37.
Vote now.
Don’t worry if our prestigious smuggler gets to a decently advanced parallel he can be diagnosed and cured if he ends up with cancer in a few years. Nothing atlantean medicine won’t fix after all.
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EDIT: Sorry for all the edits and typos bros. I'll proofread the damn thing more next time.