What was once a safari lodge for tourists became Nantale’s showplace, a venue to entertain guests and ply them with whatever vice, legal or otherwise, to get them to pull out their credsticks. While the design was open, with long buildings facing the road with plenty of darkened glass windows, the security discreetly kept watch over the place, almost invisible. Invisible to the untrained eye. The servants at the pool in the rear of the grounds dressed smartly in white suits carried trays and drinks for those being entertained. And concealed pistols. The valets managing the vehicles of visitors dressed similarly, also carrying weapons. In their station were HK-227 submachine guns, easily available. Supervisors dressed in black tuxedoes, very likely a light body armor concealing the difficult to conceal heavy pistols or machine pistols. Zee could see the PAN’s (Personal Area Network) of the supervisors… and the smartlinks and some cyberware. Not to mention the almost ubiquitous wireless cameras and sensors scattered evenly around the vast grounds. As Kane noted a magically active supervisor in the front of the building, Sunder observed one out by the pool. Astrally, four low grade air spirits patrolled lazily.
From the crew’s vantage point, the compound’s garage was closest. Inside were the cars and limousines of the guests, as well as several all terrain Land Rovers. Siege could see that many of the guest vehicles were customized, often with armor. The Land Rovers, though, would appear as any commonly seen one on the road in the more developed world, except the rigger knew they had been carefully rebuilt to appear normal, though the chassis was a dead giveaway. Two mechanics appeared to be working on some more mundane maintenance, but even they were armed with light pistols. Five drones silently meandered through the area, barely noticeable unless someone was looking, and indeed the crew was.
Just past the garages was the main building, the main entrance lavishly decorated in a style implying an African tone, just updated to appear modern and trendy. The armed valets chatted with each other since no vehicles needed moving. While they seemed casual and friendly, something Nantale herself wanted in terms of appearance, their supervisors were vigilant, scanning constantly and moving through a distinct pattern, even if intended to look random. Random could leave areas missed and unobserved. Well planned, heavily trained paths made sure everything was seen regularly.
The main building’s pitched roof included five “decorative” cupolas about three meters in diameter. Nantale knows, as the crew does, that they are in fact five, heavy anti-aircraft gun turrets, each incapable of reaching the grounds immediately by the building, but could reach the road. Ten concrete well caps disguised the turrets used to defend the grounds immediately around the builds themselves, each positioned precisely to ensure at least two such turrets could fire on targets near the building. In addition to the twin heavy machine guns, each turret could fire rockets capable of destroying lightly armored vehicles.
“What the fuck,” Kane says blandly. “Really? This is the showplace and not your main facility?”
“Must have something to do with a lack of piasmas,” Dana says wryly.
“Oh hey,” Kirah interjects, “I found one of the snipers that Nantale’s peeled grape told us about. Wait…” Kirah peers through her scope, adjusting its focus. “What the hell…” Kirah’s voice trails off.
“Network just went down,” Zee answers. “I guess someone’s doing us a favor?”
Klaxons suddenly wail bringing everyone, armed servants, supervisors, valets pulling submachine guns,… everyone. At the pool, guests were pulled from the patio covered by the servant/security guards to the relative safety of the main building.
“That’s a dead sniper on the far side of the compound,” Kirah says, revising her previous statement.
Sunder winces as he sees the mage in the front and the one out back almost simultaneously lose their brain matter out of the side of their head. Followed by the crack of two rifles, the sound of which coming from each respective side of the building. “Uh, so much for those guys,” Sunder says.
“Aw, its on now!” Katai shouts. “Let’s get down in the middle of that shit!” The big troll pulls up his Panther Assault Cannon. “Ole Betsy here wants to get herself some!”
Kane grabs Nantale’s throat throwing her to the ground, then stomps on her chest, pinning her. “Friends of yours?” he snarls.