Mother Russia how are you sleeping
WHO: Team Russia and NPCs
WHERE: The abandoned ‘Night Tunnel’ nightclub in St. Petersburg, Russia
WHEN: Late at night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The Major went through a lot of trouble to lead some heroes on a wild-goose chase to another country. Tonight that chase comes to an end.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Once some of the City’s heroes decided to follow up on the Russian connection in person, they would have quickly found a lot to work with. It wasn’t hard to discover that local law enforcement was concerned about information they’d received regarding an ImPort criminal pursuing nuclear material in St. Petersburg, and that the underworld was abuzz with discussion over ‘the fat German’ that everyone seemed to have heard about but not seen. Whether they were looking for him or looking to work with him, all sources could agree on one thing- the best place to find a lead was the old ‘Night Tunnel’ nightclub.
The ‘Night Tunnel’ had been shut down by the authorities over two years ago due to fire safety violations, sanitation issues, its owners being linked to organized crime, and generally being a dump. Its gaudy neon exterior had begun to fade, but had been rejuvenated somewhat through the addition of bright, obscene graffiti. The street outside was empty and silent- among the many failings of the ‘Night Tunnel’ had been its location in one of the more secluded parts of town. Lights could be faintly seen through shattered windows, hinting that the club was now hosting an entirely different kind of party.
Within, tiny pinpoint camera lenses dotted the peeling walls, and on another continent, in another City, the Major watched their footage expectantly, flickering on his many screens. So much planning, so much expense, all just for the sake of arranging a prelude to the main event! Those incompetent assassins, that carefully-constructed trail, disseminating all those rumours, turning this ugly Russian building into a deathtrap... it would all be worth it, he was sure, when the true stroke fell. This trap had three sets of sharp teeth, and the Major watched his screens carefully to see who would be caught in them. Yet in a way, it didn’t really matter. This entire charade had served its purpose the moment Russia and assassins became fixed in the minds of his enemies.
No matter what happened here tonight, it was already too late.
WHERE: The abandoned ‘Night Tunnel’ nightclub in St. Petersburg, Russia
WHEN: Late at night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The Major went through a lot of trouble to lead some heroes on a wild-goose chase to another country. Tonight that chase comes to an end.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Once some of the City’s heroes decided to follow up on the Russian connection in person, they would have quickly found a lot to work with. It wasn’t hard to discover that local law enforcement was concerned about information they’d received regarding an ImPort criminal pursuing nuclear material in St. Petersburg, and that the underworld was abuzz with discussion over ‘the fat German’ that everyone seemed to have heard about but not seen. Whether they were looking for him or looking to work with him, all sources could agree on one thing- the best place to find a lead was the old ‘Night Tunnel’ nightclub.
The ‘Night Tunnel’ had been shut down by the authorities over two years ago due to fire safety violations, sanitation issues, its owners being linked to organized crime, and generally being a dump. Its gaudy neon exterior had begun to fade, but had been rejuvenated somewhat through the addition of bright, obscene graffiti. The street outside was empty and silent- among the many failings of the ‘Night Tunnel’ had been its location in one of the more secluded parts of town. Lights could be faintly seen through shattered windows, hinting that the club was now hosting an entirely different kind of party.
Within, tiny pinpoint camera lenses dotted the peeling walls, and on another continent, in another City, the Major watched their footage expectantly, flickering on his many screens. So much planning, so much expense, all just for the sake of arranging a prelude to the main event! Those incompetent assassins, that carefully-constructed trail, disseminating all those rumours, turning this ugly Russian building into a deathtrap... it would all be worth it, he was sure, when the true stroke fell. This trap had three sets of sharp teeth, and the Major watched his screens carefully to see who would be caught in them. Yet in a way, it didn’t really matter. This entire charade had served its purpose the moment Russia and assassins became fixed in the minds of his enemies.
No matter what happened here tonight, it was already too late.