"I Shot the Sheriff, and I Also Shot the Deputy" - By Yehudi Sharan (temporarily Peter Howland)
[ with apologies to James & Bob Marley, but at least James should be
happy with "his" shooting ].

Well, me hearties, we merry men gathered round the trucks and examined
the documents stripped from the dead DAFT buggers. These told us the
trucks were to go to Big Dog City, but first were to RV with a guide in
New Trick (and that they had hidden their credits in their socks! ho
hum). The name of the guide was disguised in the DAFT notes, but seemed
to be Lee Roughneck - or Iago according to "doc" Cpok.

So we trucked off to New Trick, or rather to an off road gulch NW of the
town. Richie, Doc and me took Giles to the med-centre in New Trick in
the car, and Giles was checked in for a day. We found that a Lee
Roughneck was Deputy Chief of Police. Doc texted a message to this cop
suggesting a meeting in the local bar at 5 p.m. And at 5 p.m. SIX cops
showed up and "invited" the 3 of us to take part in a "consumer survey"
at the station.

Just as well that Lee Roughneck turned out to be the DAFT guide. And
that DAFT security is so lax; we failed to find out the password -
freedom - but that's what Lee expected so no problem. One of his men
would take us to the contact in B.D.C. on the morrow. So we retired for
the night - Doc and me to a B&B, and cheapie Richie to crash in the
auto. (But he was able to scare off juves trying to rip off the
wheels).

Cop guide Frank showed up next morn and we picked up the trucks and
convoyed to B.D.C. DAFT notes said More Pie [ town between New Trick &
B.D.C. on road, not named on map ] is dangerous, and we were ready for
trouble. So when 6 juves on hover-boards tried a hold up, we killed 4.
We cruised out of town and relaxed, but were overhauled by a cop hover
tank. They ordered us out of vehicles and to get down; pig Frank
flashed his ID and tried to talk us out. We let him try, but he got
shot. Tank MG sprayed the car and 4 cops got out of the back. Hmmm ...
Richie, Sven and others opened on the 4 from behind the trucks. I shot
the sergeant on top of the tank, rushed round the back to shoot the last
cop inside, and then turn off the MG. [ James, 2 rounds, 2 hits with
pistol. ]

We finished and stripped the cops, doc tended Frank, we cleaned out the
car and fired it, loaded all on trucks and away. Later the More Pie cop
flyer made a nuisance of itself. Even sticksville pigs weren't fooled
by me dressed as Sergeant Hunter, but IFF stopped MG fire. I winged the
flyer with the cupola mounted SCA while Giles tried to override the
IFF. Eventually he disabled it and the MG blew the flyer out of the
sky. Hmmm ... Law and order might be in decline for a while in More
Pie.

We took cover at Brookfield Farm to get sorted (Doc Cpok drugged Dan and
Doris Archer). Whereupon the hover tank Bright Slave decided we weren't
"right". Again Giles found the post-it note and corrected that, but
Doc, me and Giles took Frank to the Mercy Hospital, B.D.C. in the farm
car. Both Frank and Giles were checked in, but it will be some days
before pig Frank is any use (?) again. We rented an industrial unit and
brought tanks and trucks into town. We can crash there, but we also
rented a cheap hotel room.

And finally we met one J "Ollie" Roggur (huh!), spacer, claimed pirate
and weapons tech, in the greasy spoon. Israel knows and vouches for
him, but we shall see.

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Richie Gazember speaks.....

They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get us

My personal highlights: scaring juve axle-vultures off our rig [good thing lite sleeper, me] aw bless, those little sods remind me of me ten years ago - then forced to use military-issue machinegun poppoppop on hoverboarding hijackers - evenhanded, I wasted as many juve perps as I retired COPs today.
Killed no real people though. Gimme a civic medal.
Uhoh, we get Keep Hands In View from yet more porcine lifeforms. Hide a bit, shoot em through the fusie-wheel gaps of our jolly old truckies! Rootin' tootin' bootie-shootin' - aim for the shiny ones, if a footcover is well-polished it ain't one of our grungey scumbags' doncrap-smeared manolos [love ya, shitmates!] Ouch! say mister COP, my toe-bone. Fall over, please don't bother to get up, my 'badger' friends.

Tearing along at 200 km/h in the wrong lane, handling this BUF of a hovertank like the pro I am [like, yeh, hello] it's the proverbial piece of pie for those gunners to shoot down a COPter-dyne. Did NOT like getting robo-locked in [reminds me of chokey] so thanks Jiles tech-guy for knowing about yellow stickies - hurrgh in the lite of the instrument panel he is strangely...attractive. Another nessie-kaff? Arrggh I am getting lonely here.
OK not THAT lonely. Yet.
Luckily for us both we arrive in the Big City. Hah what a squalid pockerdump.
I thort the Orbie was a trashcan muckpit from hell - it makes this place look like Disney-swutting-World. Still and all, though but, big proffie in the offie or so say the Bigger Boys - as we Juves, hurhurhur, kool, kool, hurhurhur, get sent off to Scout [set fire to things, tie people up?] . This Juve whine: are we there yet?

They're not gonna get us...

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