M.A.V.I.S Corporate Logger System.
FILE #003
Selected Personality Type: 'Sassy'
DAY 4
At the crack of dawn Jim was driven through Rio to the favella. They city looked almost pretty in the morning light, despite the pollution. Jim sat in the back seat of the large van, checking and rechecking his gear, guns and ammo.
At the edge of the target area, the van stopped and our hero, the lovely 'Wee Jimmy' Cranky, jumped out and cautiously entered the alley directly ahead of him.
They alley opened out into a dusty street full of burnt-out cars. The locals were far from friendly though and two favella hoodlums went straight for their guns and started blasting at poor Jim.
He was heavily armoured in Metal Gear (tm) though and anything that hit just bounced off. Jim fired back and got one in the legs, then walked up and punched the other in the face, then chopped his nose of with his 'slice-n-dice' (a rather nasty cyberwear weapon if you ask me, that is a length of mono-filament that comes out of the tip of Jim's right pointer finger).
Three more hoods started shooting, from other alleys and semi-ruined buildings. Jimmy, the professional, calmly fired back, shooting the jaw off one and another through the right eye-socket. The last one fled down the street and Jimmy followed.
Bullets ricocheting off the ground and his armour, Jim moved down the street, pushing the hoods and cyber nazis aside like chaff. He met his first real challenge a bit further along though, another guy dressed in Metal Gear (tm). It was tatty and painted in swastikas, but just as effective as the armour
Jim was wearing. Jim was using an FN-RAL, but just standard ammo, and the armour was shrugging off the bullets.
The cyber Nazi was in the same boat. He threw away his Tech9 in disgust, and picked up a discarded M16. Still no effect. They closed on each other and started trading punches, with even less effect. Jim saw that this was going to be a tough fight.
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