Ultramax stared dead ahead for a split second, his processors going through the current combat situation at inhuman speeds. Hostiles marked, enemy leader identified. Mission parameters: leave 3 targets functional for questioning. He picked two potential survivors at random, no one stood out to him, then decided that perhaps the leader would have access to information the others didn't and was thus best left alive. Tactical assessment complete. "YOU WERE WARNED" his voice boomed again. In a strange display, Ultramax's feet deployed what appeared to be small tank treads as he activated some of his weaponry, specifically the forearm mounted lasguns and the shoulder-mounted plasmacasters. Slowly rolling into the rink, he opened fire on four of the disposable targets at once, shooting to kill with cold, mechanical precision. "SURRENDER OR BE DESTROYED".

Ash cackled as Ultramax began shooting at them, he moved to the left to watch Ultramax slaughter them, and staying just in the line of sight of Ricardo Ramirez. Ash boldly threw his metallic arm to the sky, before dramatically pointing at Ricardo Ramirez.

"I am your Boss. Ash Godwin, I am THE Kingpin. Yeah, I'm the definite article, because there is no bloke who is better than me. I run the Commonwealth, and you... are in MY territory. You are in MY COLONY, and... I don't like it when little rats stowaway in my colony, trying to claim that it belongs to them. You see those goons who the Robot are shooting at, they got away EASY. I am tempted to rip your throat out right here and now, because of the lack of RESPECT you showed to ME. Now then, I will offer you a deal, only once chance. Surrender and work for me, or I will do many, fun things to you. Let's just say, that we English, have a long history of torturing people like you, and we have perfected it."

Ash cackled as he grinned devilishly. "So, I think I know what you are going to do." He held out his metallic hand, "If I had a ring, you'd kiss the ring. But kissing the hand is suitable enough."

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"Nice speech, I like it." Kwu said to Ash.
He then looked to Ramirez, he knew the type... Guys who act real tough, but really aren't.
"You heard the man, we can do this the easy way and have you talk or the easy way..."
Kwu paused for a second, looking at the man straight in the eyes and cracking his joints:
"for me"

Good old intimidation: 3d6 9

Ultramax's blast vaporized a number of the henchmen just as the most excellent Ricardo Ramirez place a hand on the hilt of his sword. The entire room froze as Ash gave his speech, followed by a frenzied rush to either escape the building or kiss the child's hand which drowned out anything Kwu may have added.
The most excellent Ricardo Ramirez - normally a pinnacle of both bravery and foolishness - decided that he, the most excellent Ricardo Ramirez, was neither able nor willing to deal with this shit. With this in mind he valiantly jumped out the window and began hauling ass through the barrens, leaving a thin trail of urine behind him.

(Squad broken)

Ash stared at as Ricardo Ramirez fled while leaving a trail of urine. Ash began cackling hysterically, "GUYS! GUYS HE LITERALLY PISSED HIMSELF!" He then stared at the goons who were kissing his hand, or frantically rushing to kiss his hand. Ash smiled at them, "You have chosen wisely, this territory is mine. Identify yourselves, and talk about what you know of ENKI." He then turned to the rest of the group and began laughing again, "Oooh... Also DID YOU LITERALLY SEE HIM! HE WET HIMSELF!" Ash stopped after he literally was crying due to the sheer humor of the moment.

He stared at those who stayed with a blank look, "What did you not find that funny? Come on, it was totally hilarious! The man wet himself! That is ripsnortingly funny. And yes, identify yourselves, and information about ENKI. Then I shall tell you what your jobs will be."
Ash glanced at the rest of the group as he pointed at them, while staring at those who chose not to flee, but to stay and kiss the Kingpin's metaphorical ring, and literally metal hand "Oh, goons, these are associates of mine." He glanced towards the rest of the Steelhead group and gestured his head towards new goons. "Associates, meet my new minions."

Melissa glanced around. Lots of things happened really quickly. Shots were fired, goons were killed, some boss guy ran away and suddenly they had minions. Technicallly, the kiddy kingpin had minions, but that was just a minor detail.

"Hey, you don't really need to know who we are," she said popping out from behind Ultramax. "But I guess meeting you all is pretty nice." She really didn't expect them to care. They'd be useful, but ripping information out of meatbags wasn't her specialty, and it's not like there was anything interesting to sift through. Maybe the hours upon hours of camera footage these people may or may not have lying around. Not worth it to check.

She stepped towards one of the halfworking arcade machines, and gave it a good kick, booting it up. "Let me know when we have our next lead," she said. "I'll just play some space invaders in the meantime."

Ash tapped his right foot, "Come on guys, you kissed the hand. You have shown your loyalty. Talk to me, I am your Boss, but I am a Friendly Boss. Well, as long as you don't cross me. I'll cover the employee benefit plan, after I assign you to your tasks. Now then, what do you know about ENKI? But more importantly, what did you do here? This will be important, as this will influence where I assign you in the Colony's operations. Also..."

Ash glared at Melissa, "THIS IS MINE! MINEMINEMINEMINE! YOU DO NOT GET TO PLAY SPACE INVADERS ON MY ARCADE STATION! THIS IS PART OF MY COLONY, I OWN EVERYTHING AT THIS RINK!" Ash glanced back at his goons, "Anyway, oooh! What games do you guys have installed? I want to play. OH! Do you have Pac-Man!? I LOVE PAC-MAN! Ooooh! Ooooh!" Ash coughed as he glanced back at them.

"So talk to me, tell me what you know of ENKI. What do you guys do, as I need to know that to properly assign you tasks in my Empire. Also I will explain the benefit plan a bit later." Ash smiled at the grovelling individuals.

Ash turned to the rest of the group, "If you wish to go after him, he left a clear trail of urine. Take the Van and chase after him. I've gotta assign my goons work." Ash glanced at them, he pointed towards the largest one. "You are on security of the Rink. Keep a watchful eye of the place." He glanced at the other ones, "How fast are you? I need drugs to be sold at variety of destinations. Hold on."

Ash pulled out a phone from his hoody pocket. He began typing on it.

"Governor of my Holdings, send a few soldiers to the White Center Barrens, South Gate Roller Rink. Also, escaping rats, catch them. Do not send too many, only enough to intimidate other smaller gangs to submit."

"I've got Ramirez. A man on foot can't outrun me, especially if I'm driving. Call me if you find anything."
With that said, Kwu rushed out the rink and looked for a more agile vehicule than his sluggish SUV.

He settled for a nice 2022 dark blue Impreza, a good old four wheel drive. Great for not loosing control when rolling around at 160mph, even greater for making others loose control themselves.
Not bothering with fancy tricks, he smashed the window and got in with a swift jump. A little messing around with wires and the Subaru was revving smoothly, a good addition to his collection indeed.

He kicked in the gas pedal hard, drifted out the parking lot and sped up towards Ramirez's last known position, using his experience chasing people to track the bastard down.

The most excellent (and now piss-soaked) Ricardo Ramirez skated for his life as Kwu turned the corner, pushing himself desperately to match the car's speed, the smartwheel spokes on his blades rolling over fissures and debris as he tried to accelerate away from the car- a troublesome task, as his blades were rated at an absolute maximum of 250 kilometers per hour. Any faster, and his smartwheels would begin to lag and lock up- a perfect recipe for getting your face sanded off on the asphalt.
He skated backwards, sword sheath bouncing on his thigh as he adjusted his Sights and clicked his tongue, sending a quick three-round burst towards Kwu's tires. His head throbbed and his neck tensed as the skull-gun's recoil hit him, and he once again questioned why he'd had the thing installed.
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Kwu quickly started to weave around in traffic to trow Ramirez's aim off and keep his tires intact. This was no small task as cars were speeding by quite closely. A bit too close to Kwu's taste, but not enough to wreck anything.

Hopefully, Ramirez would forget to check where he was going and would flatten his most excellent face into a wall. To increase the odds of this favorable outcome happening, Kwu pulled out his .45 ACP pistol and, in good triad fashion, started firing at Ramirez's skates directly through his windshield. After all, a little wind on his face would only enhance this leisurely driving experience.

As this was going on Ultramax was involved in his own high speed situation. High speed being about a brisk jogging pace for anyone not a couch potato. While people were busy with mission objectives that didn't entail killing things, he was just...rolling around the skating rink. It wasn't active skating, no sir, he was literally just rolling around the place with his tank-like treads, the rest of his body completely still and upright, arms hanging at his sides but completely rigid. Ultramax was, in his own way, skating, as he was told people did in skating rinks. He couldn't really see the appeal.

"Oh, you don't want to play with these," said Melissa. She spat on her hands, rubbed them together and kept playing. "They've got cooties."

After Kwu left for Ramirez, she figured she might as well keep tabs on what was going on. She paused the game, and searched for any traffic light cameras in the area. There were a couple of semi-functional ones, much to her delight. She routed the feed from the cameras into her eyescreen 0.83, and started jumping until she found Kwu and Ramirez, tracking their chase. The image was blurry to all hell, but it was good enough to see what was going on.

She started recording it to her phone, and went back to playing her game. There wasn't much she could do from there, besides watch.

Ash simply stared, as he kept an unusually calm face. "Just remember what you have done. You have disrespected me. Just remember what happened earlier to the one who disrespected me, and remember what I said about those who disrespect me. I would recommend apologizing." He said in strangely polite tone, chillingly so. He glanced at the large goon he gave security duty to, "You know what to do, but for the moment just keep an eye on the perimeters."

Unfortunately this isn't the Commonwealth. Wait for the proper moment, killing the brat too quickly will certainly complicate matters a bit with Steelhead Inc, and they provide a nice alliance. During the chase with ENKI I am sure I can 'push' things into a much better direction. Then my goons will watch as I direct a film where the infected has her flesh flayed from her body and then, while kept alive just so she can feel the pain from the tank of boiling water. It'll be a fine Snuff Film, for Horror Movie Night. She will suffer for that disrespect. And I will enjoy every moment of it. Ash thought to himself, as he rolled his shoulders back.

Ash looked at one of the other goons, he pointed at them. "Clean up all of the arcade games. You'll move drugs a bit later. OH! Also if you have any cool snacks, bring me one of those. But yeah just clean up all of the arcade games for now. You'll be helping dealers soon enough." He rubbed his metallic palm for a moment as he then held it to the side. He glanced at Ultramax who was, huh, skating around in his holding. "How is the condition of my roller rink? Good to uh, roll on or something? Having an ace experience?"

"This skating rink appears to suffer from both poor construction and lack of manteinance", Ultramax said, matter of factly, as he stopped all of a sudden, the treads retracting back into his feet. His little "skating" roll had cracked the floor in several places and left deep track marks in others. "Ultramax cannot see the appeal nor the need for a building dedicated to this experience. Area clear of hostiles. Comrade Cho-Jao, Kwu has engaged in a hunt for the enemy commander without backup. New mission parameters?".

Ash glanced at Ultramax as he began brushing his metal hand through his hair. "Aww... really?" Ash said disappointed. "Well I guess I am going to need to get the goons to fix it up." Ash then held out his metal hand as he glanced at Ultramax, "Mission Parameters not yet updated. Hold on a tic though." Ash pulled out his phone as he began typing to Kwu.

"Hey, do you still have that device that Johnson gave in the box? Check it if you do. I'd imagine Johnson would keep us updated on the mission, if things came along. Or maybe not. Who knows. Still check it."

Ash then returned his phone back to the pocket, as he glanced at the goons for a moment. He then returned his attention to Ultramax. "For now, no mission protocols to follow. For you anyway. The goons have work to do, but not you. I will tell you when the parameters are updated."

Ash's new goons set to work, pointedly avoiding the death robot that had vaporized for of their former comrades. A couple tossed some low-quality soy-based snack cakes his way, but other than that his efforts bore little fruit.
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The most excellent Ricardo Ramirez narrowly managed to avoid the bullets, stumbling a bit before regaining his footing and shaken from the attack. In retaliation he unsheathed his monoatomic-edged katana, slicing through a nearby streetlamp and sending it towards the car- though the force of the impact broke both his sword and his arm. The drugs he had taken earlier helped, but it still hurt like a bitch.
Yes, the most excellent Ricardo Ramirez was well and truly on his last legs.

"Yeah, I-I'm shaking in my boots, here," Melissa answered as calmly as she could manage. "You really shouldn't threaten your teammates. That's disrespectful." She knew Ash wouldn't do a thing, but it still ticked her off that he'd try to intimidate her, as if she was some goon of his.

Half a dozen ideas ran through her mind about getting rid of him, from locking him in a car and letting it drive off a cliff, to simply poisoning his candy. Not that she had any intention of killing him. He was fairly useful, after all. He was fairly unpredictable as well, and infighting at all would be a terrrible thing. She took a deep breath. It'd be best to stop any trouble before it happens.

She turned to face Ash. "Look, I'll give you hours of raw footage of whatever sort of nasty stuff you're into, and we'll call it even, deal?"

Nasty? Murder is a most beautiful art-form. To an uncivilized person such as yourself... Well I would expect that from a woman. They have no taste, unlike men. He thought to himself.

Ash was unwrapping a cheap soy snackcake as he stared at Melissa. He continued chomping down on it, he paused for a moment as he glanced at it. He spoke as he was chewing it. "Huh... So that was synthetic vanilla flavoured huh?" He then continued eagerly eating it, before swallowing it all down. "I like it." He focused his attention on Melissa, "You will give me footage of cannibalism. I haven't had a good new cannibalism attack for quite some-time. I want the audio quality extremely high, so I can hear the shrieking of the victims, as they have their flesh ripped from their bones. The quality really makes it you know. Lower quality you can not feel the SHEER Terror they have, as they realize they are being consumed alive, along with the initial shock and disbelief. Only the highest audio quality will do, I must hear the sweet sounds of the show! Oh it is such a symphony!" he said rather fervently.

Ash smiled as he stuck his tongue out as he threw both of his hands to the side, "That'll be fun for Horror Movie Night! YAAAY!" He paused for a moment, before he began unwrapping another snack cake, and began eating it. He observed the goons who were working, before glancing at Melissa "... You may play on the roller rink with Ultramax. So far the mission parameters have not changed, and we do not have any further information on ENKI and I need to have my arcade games cleaned and checked."

Seeing the street lamp rushing towards his face, Kwu pumped the gas as hard as possible in an attempt to make the attack overshoot. The lamp barely missed, but the maneuver stopped him from missing an oncoming car. He jerked the steering wheel to dodge, but the car crashed hard in his side. This wasn't enough to get him down, but it sure hurt like hell and the car wouldn't hold much longer.
Not letting Ramirez get away, he reloaded his pistol quickly, held his breath, aimed carefully and opened fire on the man once again, hoping to injure him enough to cause a crash.

In spite of Kwu's efforts, the car simply didn't have enough horsepower the lamp post crashed down atop the trunk, smashing it and massively slowing the car as it struggled to move with collapsed rear wheel-wells.
Ricado shouted over his shoulder as he skated away, "Ha! That's what you get for fucking with the most excellent-"
The most excellent Ricardo Ramirez was cut off as he flew down a nearby alleyway... and torso-first into a car driven by two of Ash's syndicate goons.
One of them - a small Chinese man in a cheap, threadbare suit - carefully placed his soykaf into the cupholder, dusted himself off, and leaned out the side to see who had just slammed into their reinforced plexi window at God knows how many miles per hour.
He leaned back in his seat and gave his partner a high-five.
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