Post by Wolfe on Mar 4, 2020 21:21:48 GMT -5
It was a decently sized warehouse. Plus, it was more exciting than the usual sort of Notice Board mission. The Notice Board was an institution made about a year ago for missions that the police either couldn’t or wouldn’t handle but were below the level of getting one of the few huntsmen in Mistral to handle it. This was one of those missions, and during these missions a trainee was authorized to make arrests and use force proportionate to the force that they were themselves engaged with. If someone pulled out a gun and started firing, they too could start firing. If someone pulled out a shoe and threw it at them, firing a gun back was murder. Simple enough, sure, but much harder in the moment when fists, knives, and bullets started flying.
The main area inside the warehouse was sixty-five by sixty-five meters. The place was littered with crates, barrels, and other containers of various items. This warehouse was one of many ran by company called Turtle Logistics, one of the many shipping companies throughout Mistral. This particular company specialized in technology, specifically transportation technology. This particular warehouse was mostly mechanical parts, which were useless on their own for most criminal elements but could either be sold off, melted down, or repurposed into something else.
There was also a decent amount of dust in the warehouse to be sold with the component parts, but at least for the night were replaced with less volatile varieties, at least in the outer area. What was once fire or lightning was now plant or water, thoroughly useless for combat and repurposing into any sort of weapon. The boxes and containers were also chained down in a general way that wouldn’t stop any determined thief but would stall them from taking anything of value.
The back rooms were fifteen meters wide and twenty meters deep and had more reinforced walls than the standard thick stone that the rest of the warehouse had. They had reinforced metal doors as opposed to the thick, wooden ones that comprised the entrance. This was where all the volatile dust like the fire and the lightning was moved to, along with the most expensive items that couldn’t be moved in time.
Assuming none of the equipment was stolen, the trainees would be paid a good bit more than usual for a Notice Board mission. If the criminals were apprehended, then the police would also offer a reward on top of the one provided by Turtle Logistics. The intelligence, if correct, meant that a local small-time gang called the Sixth Street Tigers would be attacking sometime during the night.
They used improvised weapons like hatchets, machetes, baseball bats, and low-quality firearms. What they lacked in equipment, they made up for in brutality and had been doing armed robberies of different businesses throughout the area to gather funds and materials for something. Nevertheless, they were not known as a particularly powerful sort of criminal organization and it was assessed that a small group of first-year trainees would be able to make sort work of the unorganized and undisciplined rabble even if they brought their entire gang – which was supposed to only number about two dozen. By all accounts, however, they wouldn’t be bringing their entire group because they fully expected one or two low quality security guards to be around the area, max. Police backup would be next to nonexistent until fifteen to twenty minutes after the robbery started, so the students would have to rely on themselves and themselves alone for this to keep the merchandise safe.
It was a bunch of crowded alleys outside the warehouse, which would make it easy for anyone to escape and turn a corner out of sight once they got their hands on anything valuable. The roofs, too, were another possible avenue of approach for anyone looking to raid the warehouse. The lights inside could also be played with, turned off or on or anything in between depending on what the trainees thought would be best. A half hour ago the last normal security guard left, and the students were left as the only ones legally allowed to be inside of the warehouse.
And really, the outside of it too. It was cramped, but they were advised to keep the area clear. The issue, then, was the fact that random people liked to loiter around. One was louder than the rest, a feeble and seemingly homeless old man with a cart of junk set up shop to the south of the building to sell his… wares and started hollering out to passersby to sell such wonderful items such as day old spaghetti, a single wet boot, and bits of cardboard. It was disgusting and any trainee who went near him and his disgusting cart would be able to smell that neither he nor his cart were washed in the past couple of weeks… minimum.
The trainees would have had to list a leader, or someone who was nominally in charge of the mission in order to have the paperwork be processed. Who that was and how much they listened to that leader in practice was up in the air, but at least theoretically perhaps the first potential complication facing the group should go through some sort of conflict resolution process – even if that conflict resolution is sitting back and ignoring the stinky homeless man outside trying to sell day old spaghetti.
The mission itself was on the easier end, due largely to the number of trainees assigned to it. One person would find this pretty difficult, but it is conceivable that Kishka for example might be able to pull it off if she got a bit lucky. Two people would find this to be normal difficulty, and the duo of for example Rin and Kishka at least in theory would be able to handle this with only moderate issue even if things went badly. Three people would find this mission easy as written, but if it turned out to be harder than expected than the third person might be needed to pull their weight. Four people was overkill, frankly, and would only be justified in terms of mission need if the difficulty of the mission was less than advertised by a significant amount or if one member completely shit the bed when it came to combat.
After Rochdale, it was determined that students needed successes to rebuild some confidence. Every mission that Haven assigned was given more than the required number of people to make it functionally work, and then usually at least one person on top of that. In this case, two trainees would have been sufficient – but four were granted because even if something went badly or somebody lost their nerve the remaining number could still fulfill the mission. They were given kid gloves, essentially, without being told they were being treated with extra care for their confidence. The mission was handed out same day it was posted up due to the short notice of the intelligence that Turtle Logistics were working on, so it was deemed better to be abundantly cautious and sell it to the trainees like a big league mission than it was to be completely honest and risk a failure.
The main area inside the warehouse was sixty-five by sixty-five meters. The place was littered with crates, barrels, and other containers of various items. This warehouse was one of many ran by company called Turtle Logistics, one of the many shipping companies throughout Mistral. This particular company specialized in technology, specifically transportation technology. This particular warehouse was mostly mechanical parts, which were useless on their own for most criminal elements but could either be sold off, melted down, or repurposed into something else.
There was also a decent amount of dust in the warehouse to be sold with the component parts, but at least for the night were replaced with less volatile varieties, at least in the outer area. What was once fire or lightning was now plant or water, thoroughly useless for combat and repurposing into any sort of weapon. The boxes and containers were also chained down in a general way that wouldn’t stop any determined thief but would stall them from taking anything of value.
The back rooms were fifteen meters wide and twenty meters deep and had more reinforced walls than the standard thick stone that the rest of the warehouse had. They had reinforced metal doors as opposed to the thick, wooden ones that comprised the entrance. This was where all the volatile dust like the fire and the lightning was moved to, along with the most expensive items that couldn’t be moved in time.
Assuming none of the equipment was stolen, the trainees would be paid a good bit more than usual for a Notice Board mission. If the criminals were apprehended, then the police would also offer a reward on top of the one provided by Turtle Logistics. The intelligence, if correct, meant that a local small-time gang called the Sixth Street Tigers would be attacking sometime during the night.
They used improvised weapons like hatchets, machetes, baseball bats, and low-quality firearms. What they lacked in equipment, they made up for in brutality and had been doing armed robberies of different businesses throughout the area to gather funds and materials for something. Nevertheless, they were not known as a particularly powerful sort of criminal organization and it was assessed that a small group of first-year trainees would be able to make sort work of the unorganized and undisciplined rabble even if they brought their entire gang – which was supposed to only number about two dozen. By all accounts, however, they wouldn’t be bringing their entire group because they fully expected one or two low quality security guards to be around the area, max. Police backup would be next to nonexistent until fifteen to twenty minutes after the robbery started, so the students would have to rely on themselves and themselves alone for this to keep the merchandise safe.
It was a bunch of crowded alleys outside the warehouse, which would make it easy for anyone to escape and turn a corner out of sight once they got their hands on anything valuable. The roofs, too, were another possible avenue of approach for anyone looking to raid the warehouse. The lights inside could also be played with, turned off or on or anything in between depending on what the trainees thought would be best. A half hour ago the last normal security guard left, and the students were left as the only ones legally allowed to be inside of the warehouse.
And really, the outside of it too. It was cramped, but they were advised to keep the area clear. The issue, then, was the fact that random people liked to loiter around. One was louder than the rest, a feeble and seemingly homeless old man with a cart of junk set up shop to the south of the building to sell his… wares and started hollering out to passersby to sell such wonderful items such as day old spaghetti, a single wet boot, and bits of cardboard. It was disgusting and any trainee who went near him and his disgusting cart would be able to smell that neither he nor his cart were washed in the past couple of weeks… minimum.
The trainees would have had to list a leader, or someone who was nominally in charge of the mission in order to have the paperwork be processed. Who that was and how much they listened to that leader in practice was up in the air, but at least theoretically perhaps the first potential complication facing the group should go through some sort of conflict resolution process – even if that conflict resolution is sitting back and ignoring the stinky homeless man outside trying to sell day old spaghetti.
The mission itself was on the easier end, due largely to the number of trainees assigned to it. One person would find this pretty difficult, but it is conceivable that Kishka for example might be able to pull it off if she got a bit lucky. Two people would find this to be normal difficulty, and the duo of for example Rin and Kishka at least in theory would be able to handle this with only moderate issue even if things went badly. Three people would find this mission easy as written, but if it turned out to be harder than expected than the third person might be needed to pull their weight. Four people was overkill, frankly, and would only be justified in terms of mission need if the difficulty of the mission was less than advertised by a significant amount or if one member completely shit the bed when it came to combat.
After Rochdale, it was determined that students needed successes to rebuild some confidence. Every mission that Haven assigned was given more than the required number of people to make it functionally work, and then usually at least one person on top of that. In this case, two trainees would have been sufficient – but four were granted because even if something went badly or somebody lost their nerve the remaining number could still fulfill the mission. They were given kid gloves, essentially, without being told they were being treated with extra care for their confidence. The mission was handed out same day it was posted up due to the short notice of the intelligence that Turtle Logistics were working on, so it was deemed better to be abundantly cautious and sell it to the trainees like a big league mission than it was to be completely honest and risk a failure.
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