16-17 June, 2025 – Dubai, U.A.E.
The party discusses their plan for getting to the container ship. Emily finds several large fishing yachts available at a local tourist marina that seem like prime targets. John tells the party that no matter what happens, they can’t lead pursuers to the container ship itself, so they’ll need to make sure they can’t be traced to it by the time they intercept (otherwise they’d be “floating ducks” as Jamie puts it, out on the water for a month).
Emily uses one of the phones and her senses to find the tracking devices just under the skin in everyone’s shoulders. Emma uses the mobile surgical kit to extract the tracking devices from everyone, discovering that John’s is significantly larger, and all of them have tiny explosive devices in them.
Emily is certain they’re not being tracked at any measurable range, so the party wraps the devices in foil and tosses them in the trash. The party has a fairly sedate evening and beds down for the night. Cutscene.
You wake with a start. It’s late. You get up from your pallet on the floor, stretch, try to work the kinks out of your neck, wander into the head and take a leak. You pour some cold coffee into an oddly out-of-place My Little Pony mug.
The only light in the room is coming from the phone that John is idly flipping through in his comfy chair and a cigarette that Seamus is puffing on while staring out the full-length windows at the lights of the city. You take up position at the window and try to sip at the coffee without wincing.
“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask.
“Nah. Too much goin’ on in me head.”
“How’re you handing all this?”
Seamus chuckles. “You kiddin’? I’ve ain’t never been nobody. Even when I was somebody I was nobody. Now? I’m a fookin’ mystical warden killin’ Illuminati stormtroopers with a magical faerie spear made out of a broomstick I stole from their secret underground bunker.” He burns through half his cigarette with a single long pull, and lets it out with a sigh. “This is fookin’ awesome.”
He chuckles, then the back of his head explodes.
You and John both leap backwards as the windows explode inwards. Men in tactical gear and closed helmets fly in through the windows and through the apartment door behind you and the room is suddenly full of bullets. John pulls you over the breakfast bar into the kitchen and presses a Glock into your hands, and right as you’re both about to pop up and make a run for the door, a grenade ting, ting, tings over the counter and explodes at your feet.
You wake with a start. You look around frantically. John looks over from his chair and raises his eyebrow.
“We have to go…we have to go now.”
John leaps to his feet. You both start waking the others and gathering your gear. But the windows blow in and the men come through the door and everyone dies again.
You wake with a start.
And so it goes. After a few more rounds, you give up trying to get everyone moving in time and just work on sorting out the tactical situation. Snipers out the windows, nothing there but a sixty-story drop and a bunch of dudes in repelling gear. At the seven minute mark there are guys flooding the hallway and down the stairwell and on the floor above. You make it up to the roof once, then a sniper gets you.
Finally, after you’ve completely gone numb and lost count of the number of times these guys have killed you, you find yourself in the west stairwell on the 56th floor at six minutes and thirty seconds. You gasp in amazement as men flood out into the stairwell on the fifty-eighth floor and head upwards.
Six minutes and thirty seconds.
“Yeah, champ, you figured it out,” comes the familiar voice behind you.
You spin around and whip up your Glock and pull the trigger at Jones. Click. You pull the slide and chamber another round and pull the trigger again. Click. Click.
He’s half a flight down the stairs leaning against the wall of the landing, dressed in the same tactical gear as the rest of the lot sans helmet. He completely ignores your malfunctioning handgun, doesn’t even twitch.
“I felt you up here….swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Don’t know how long you’ve been at it, relatively speaking, but it seems like it’s been a while. A few hours of running and dying maybe? Lazy-assed cops. Took the elevator to 58. You figured it out. Better luck next time I guess.”
He shrugs and straightens up, rests his hands on his tac harness like they’re suspenders.
“When you get a little stronger, if you live that long, and you can see about two, two and a half years out, and you see what those things do to the world. You and I can have a chat.”
He turns to go down the stairs, then stops without looking up.
“Oh yeah, and next time you think about drawing down on me, slick, you consider the fact that I was able to go to the factory and sabotage that firing pin in that Glock to fail in exactly that moment. And you didn’t even notice me doin’ it.
See you around, tiger. Time to wake up.”
You wake with a start.
Hugo jerks awake and gets the entire party up and moving in just a few short minutes. They grab their weapons but very little of the other gear and head to the stairs. Once on the 56th floor, they hold and wait until the police enter the stairwell on 58 and move up to 60.
The party enters the 56th floor and takes the service elevator down to the ground. John tells them that no matter what, they have to keep moving, assuming the Division has near unlimited reinforcements, then reminds them not to lead pursuit to the container ship.
On the ground floor, the party moves into a service corridor leading to the back exit of the tower, doors at the end of the hall are open and they see multiple police lights and armed police outside.
Jamie attempts to transport the party into the world of the dead, but manages only to take Daphne and Hugo with him. The rest of the party moves towards the exit, where they are noticed by the soliders.
John leaves the building first and is shot multiple times, Cole transforms into a werewolf, Emily blocks all of the radios in the area, and Mike whispers into the mind of a solider manning the turret on a SWAT APC in the street beyond.
Meanwhile, Jamie, Daphne, and Hugo jog to the end of the block, assuming they are outside the police cordon.
John sees snipers and leaps to the roof of a nearby building.
The battle continues….