Acknowledgements and Notes:
First, I would like to thank SJGames for their wonderful sourcebookBlack Ops for the GURPS system, and advise anyone who likes this story to invest in I would also like to thank Andrei Burnside for being an awesome friend and player of my campaigns.
As far as technicals go, if something seems out of place to you in regards to hardware, I probably already know and am either a) going to explain it later on b) have already explained it, or c) relying on the fact of the genre. HOWEVER: technical pointers are always appreciated. If I happen to get something wrong regarding cities/culture/establishments, please tell me. I will be glad to hear your comments.
Prolouge
Some people think Berlin can be a nice place to wander around at night. They complicate things enormously.
I was tailing Ward, covering our backs with my trusty little MP38 shoved into one shoulder, and my shortbarrel AM 180 in the other. We had been tracking the pack for hours, and I could tell we were probably getting close; moving to the more dilapidated buildings, places where the people who no one misses live. Ward stopped, and signalled me over to the left of this one worn-down monument of junk. I had heard it too. Suddenly my partner's '94 Castor Caseless was booming away like there was no tomorrow, and something massive slammed up against me, knocking the German sub's barrel out of the way and reaching for my jugular with huge claws. That was its first and final mistake, as it realized when I rammed home the trigger of my AM 180, sending a solid bar of .22 Longs right through its sternum.
As I stepped back and the thing fell to the ground, I heard my partner scream. I ran over and saw; one of the beasts had ripped his arm off and was having fun watching the blood spurt. I greeted this cheerful sight with a burst of fulljackets from my German wonder. It fell, as AP 9mm from that baby will penetrate even a gargoyle's skin. I saw another one in the shadow of the heap, holding some sort of firearm. I thought it was a Shiki .25, but I wasn't sure. It was pointing it at me, but I shot first with both subs. It fell back...then got back up. A moment later, I saw why; I hate kevlar. Readjusting for the situation, I hit it in the face with about 30 .22LR rounds, and saw its head explode.
I turned around to take care of Ward, and suddenly one hit me over the back and pinned me. I was a dead man, and I knew it...the gargoyle would probably rip open my neck for the fun of it. Still struggling, of course, I heard a muffled whumph and then a soft meaty sound. Then the weight on my back lifted, and sitting up, I saw Ward had saved my ass with his M79 and his good arm.
First, I would like to thank SJGames for their wonderful sourcebookBlack Ops for the GURPS system, and advise anyone who likes this story to invest in I would also like to thank Andrei Burnside for being an awesome friend and player of my campaigns.
As far as technicals go, if something seems out of place to you in regards to hardware, I probably already know and am either a) going to explain it later on b) have already explained it, or c) relying on the fact of the genre. HOWEVER: technical pointers are always appreciated. If I happen to get something wrong regarding cities/culture/establishments, please tell me. I will be glad to hear your comments.
Prolouge
Some people think Berlin can be a nice place to wander around at night. They complicate things enormously.
I was tailing Ward, covering our backs with my trusty little MP38 shoved into one shoulder, and my shortbarrel AM 180 in the other. We had been tracking the pack for hours, and I could tell we were probably getting close; moving to the more dilapidated buildings, places where the people who no one misses live. Ward stopped, and signalled me over to the left of this one worn-down monument of junk. I had heard it too. Suddenly my partner's '94 Castor Caseless was booming away like there was no tomorrow, and something massive slammed up against me, knocking the German sub's barrel out of the way and reaching for my jugular with huge claws. That was its first and final mistake, as it realized when I rammed home the trigger of my AM 180, sending a solid bar of .22 Longs right through its sternum.
As I stepped back and the thing fell to the ground, I heard my partner scream. I ran over and saw; one of the beasts had ripped his arm off and was having fun watching the blood spurt. I greeted this cheerful sight with a burst of fulljackets from my German wonder. It fell, as AP 9mm from that baby will penetrate even a gargoyle's skin. I saw another one in the shadow of the heap, holding some sort of firearm. I thought it was a Shiki .25, but I wasn't sure. It was pointing it at me, but I shot first with both subs. It fell back...then got back up. A moment later, I saw why; I hate kevlar. Readjusting for the situation, I hit it in the face with about 30 .22LR rounds, and saw its head explode.
I turned around to take care of Ward, and suddenly one hit me over the back and pinned me. I was a dead man, and I knew it...the gargoyle would probably rip open my neck for the fun of it. Still struggling, of course, I heard a muffled whumph and then a soft meaty sound. Then the weight on my back lifted, and sitting up, I saw Ward had saved my ass with his M79 and his good arm.