“You seeing this?” Omar Patek asked McNevin.
Silent frustration rolled off his supervisor in waves.
The corporate jet’s A.I. pilot had crash-landed the Lear in an empty parking lot on the east side of the Guangzhou High-tech Industrial Zone. Patek had spliced into the facility’s security network thirty seconds earlier, and started streaming live security camera feed to their stations. On one screen they watched as Domenic Van Dorn’s security detail helped the shaken, singed executive clamber up to the roof of a garage, while on another, six heavily armed men in trenchcoats threaded their way through Conex containers and gantries, heading straight toward them.
Facial recog identified two of the intruders: Skinny Jack and Malcolm “Tiny” Figg, leaders of the “V8s”, or the VuDu8 Crew, the largest criminal gang in New Kong. Well-armed,well-funded, the V8s had ties to Yakuza, the Triads, and Russian Mafiya. Recent investigations had linked them to a number of illegal corporate incidents in the Pan-Asian Zone.
“Nakada’s coming, right?” Omar asked.
McNevin ground his teeth. “He better be.”
TURN ONE AND TWO With Van Dorn in the middle, both sides advance towards the nearest Minor Plot points, trying to surround the garage and control the flanks.




TURN THREE AND FOUR – Crime does pay. V8 crew siezes two Minor Plot Points and closes in on Van Dorn. The NKPD troopers must be fresh out of the academy, because their Shooting is abysmal and they fumble taking control of the Plot points closest to them. The only highlight is Suliya Kova getting stuck in with Tiny in front of the garage. a horrified Van Dorn looks on from above at the brutal dance of death.





TURN FIVE AND SIX NKPD can’t get it together to save their lives – literally. Combined assault rifle fire fails to bring down Skinny Jack, Kova and Tiny succeed in knocking each other out, and Nakada is too little-too late. He goes down to a shotgun blast from one of the V8 thugs. Skinny Jack climbs onto the roof, shoots the guards and takes Domenic Van Dorn prisoner.
“Don’t sweat it, mister,” he laughs. “You’re gonna make me rich.”




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