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Extraction
By Thomas Hobbes

 

Extraction



A William Gibson/Count Zero inspired fanfiction.



Turner had been a soldier in his own right for most of his adult life, although he'd never worn
a uniform. A mercenary, his employers vast corporations warring covertly for the control of
entire economies. He was a specialist in the extraction of top executives and research people.
The multinationals he worked for would never admit that men like Turner existed.
It was a typical mission Ono-Sendai had hired him to assist a defector out from Neotek
headquarters. The defector, as far as Turner could tell, was a high-level executive with an
intimate knowledge of Neotek operations.


Turner glanced out the window of the rapidly moving helicopter, watching the Sprawl slowly fade
into countryside. This helicopter, and the two flanking it, along with a multimission jumpjet
only just obsolete, was heading towards what looked like a decent size house on a small hill.
In actual fact 5 to 10 feet of reinforced ferroconcrete protected the hill along with the latest
high-tech weapons because the hill was the North American Neotek headquarters. He had, not
counting the seven pilots, fourteen people to attack it but he had an ace up his sleeve. Conroy's
plant would interfere but hopefully not too much.


The helicopters slowed, just outside of detection range of the Neotek defense system. His ace
was a pair of cowboys in an expensive hotel room 20 miles back into the Sprawl. They were the
best he could find on such short notice, with only four days to pull it off he had simply
grabbed the best of the easy to find jockeys. If anyone was watching them or reading their
file, and face it someone probably was given that they were pretty good, they would know that
one was named Amanda Rafale, half French, born May 7th 2041, BAMA SIN 6528983018 was in charge.
Her job was to crash Neotek headquarters, which would disable external communication and, for a
short time, disable internal communication. The other cowboy, John Blake, born November 27th,
2038, BAMA SIN 6477981230 had the harder, in some senses, job of monitoring the matrix, making
sure that Neotek doesn't realize that their North American headquarters is under attack. Amanda
flexes her fingers and dives in, launching the corporate icebreaker at Neotek's black ice. The
edges of the icebreaker touched the ice and it bored in, punching through the ice. She crashed
the internal net first, tossing the facility into confusion. She then took down the external
and defense nets, crippling the facility. She then sent an encoded and encrypted laser pulse to
a ComSat orbiting far overhead.


The signal then bounced down to the jumpjet, which then acted. It's afterburners lit up,
propelling the jet upwards, accelerating as it went. The jet reached 150 000 feet, over 26
miles up straight up, and it tipped over slowly then plunged downwards at well over Mach 4.
As the jumpjet reached 100 000, and mach 5.3 the pilot launched the 8 Anti-Sensor/Anti-Defense
(ASAD) slung underneath the wings. The pilot switched the autopilot on, the last thing he saw,
before blacking out at 20 G's, 80 000 feet and Mach 5.7 as the plane leveled, was the sight of
the missiles going faster and faster as their rocket boosters cut in.


The facility's internal net was just coming on, defense weapons coming on online. The primary
line of defense, 5 state-of-the-art nailguns, firing thin slivers of iron at Mach 25 or so,
were warming up when they detected the ASAD's homing in on, ironically, the signals sent up by
the internal net and the sensors. They started firing, randomly at first but closer and closer,
lidar and radar painting the missiles with more accuracy as the sensors fully initialized. A
pair of missiles died as the nailguns found the range, their fireballs momentarily obscuring
the other ASAD's. At around 30 000 feet another missile died, followed by one more at 15 000
feet. As the missiles, currently traveling at Mach 11.4 reached 10 000 feet they split into 10
pieces each, the missiles functioning as railguns. Each cloud of pieces was targeted on a sensor
dish, except the fourth cloud, which had targeted a pair of pieces to each railgun. A few
seconds later 8 explosions occurred on top of the hill, wrecking the sensors and the primary
defenses. The secondary line of defense, a pair of missile launchers forced to rely on
infrared and electro-optical (visual) guidance with no sensor dishes to give radar and lidar
information.

Those guidance systems were about to be useless; 42 miles away 10 large, decommissioned
artillery guns started to fire. The shells were not high explosive but rather thermal smoke,
blocking infrared and visual guidance.


Turner watched as the ground began to move again, the helicopters entering the former defense
zone surrounding Neotek HQ. A few minutes later the helicopters were settling in the smoke,
their own radar and lidar giving them accurate landing positions. The men and women of the
assault team disembarked, equipped with a mixture of S&W fletchers and Steiner-Optic lasers,
Telefunken ear-beads jammed in tight with adhesive throat mikes chafing slightly.


Turner sat still; watching them as he found the edge, it was that superhuman synchromesh flow
that stimulants only approximated. He could only score it on the site of a major defection
where he commanded and then only in the final hour before the actual move. As Turner hopped
out of the helicopter he gestured to his team and they moved in with him, except for one. The
one who stopped punched a couple of buttons on a small hand-held unit then moved to catch up.
The signal sent out was a short laser pulse up towards a ComSat, Blake missed it - watching
Amanda instead of the matrix, but the Neotek AI did not. Even as the signal reached Conroy,
relaxing in Paris the Neotek AI tried to reach the facility, unable to do so it notified the
nearest team of mercenaries, a few hundred miles away in New York City. The team of mercs
quickly loaded onto a rented hypersonic jet transport, reading themselves for the dangerous
LALO (Low Altitude, in this case 1500 feet, Low Opening) parachute jump. As all this was going
on Turner had penetrated to the level where the defector was waiting and grabbed him, he had
already lost half his team with 7 corpses left behind but was ready to head back. Blake finally
noticed the events in the matrix, a rapidly rented, through half a dozen cutouts, which he
quickly traced back to Neotek. His startled gasp made Amanda glance at him, seeing his shocked
expression she looked at his deck, where his fingers were rapidly punching emergency sequence.
The emergency signal went winging up to a ComSat then down to the waiting helicopters which
quickly relayed it to Turner whose brown eyes went wide as he listened to the recorded message -
mission blown mission blown mission blown.


Turner barked out orders and half the remaining team pealed off to provide a decoy. As they ran
Turner was seriously pissed off at Conroy, the fucker had blown his mission - hopefully the
bastard would get a pay cut. As they ran through the hole in the wall, the evidence of 8 feet
of missing ferroconcrete - the miracle of recrystallized hexogene and flaked TNT.


They ran the hole and as Turner's mind processed the information he saw everything in slow
motion. Frame one was 20 or 30 people in ghostly parachutes with black night slung underneath,
men in full combat gear. Frame two was an enemy gunship, vectored from who knows where, moving
like a hunting wasp, death slung beneath it's thorax in a smooth, black pod. Frame three was
pulses of laser and the crack of flechettes the men already on the ground. Frame four, the
defector stumbling, suddenly missing a head, blood misted everywhere. Frame five was a stream
of rockets from the gunship tearing apart one of his helicopters. Then Turner's mind caught
up and his remaining team ran towards the two surviving helicopters, they piled into one, the
other moving off to distract the gunship. Turner's helicopter accelerated, maybe 10 or 15 feet
above the ground, old telephone wires scraping the paint. Another explosion occurred behind
them as the gunship scored another kill. Turner sat back; looking at the blood and grime
covered members of the team. The sun was rising, casting blood red shadows across the
landscape, the destruction behind them appearing.



Glossary



ICE or ice - Intrusion Countermeasures Electronics. It's like a firewall combined with an anti-
virus.

Black ICE - Similar to ICE but it incorporates illegal (or legal depending on the company's
influence.) neural feedback that kills any cowboys who can't beat it.

ICEbreaker or icebreaker - A user-controlled virus.

The matrix -The matrix is an abstract representation of the relationships between data systems.

A deck or console - A more sophisticated version of a regular computer, able to access the
matrix using a set of trodes.

trodes - The connection to the deck, you place them on your head.

NAFTA - A political body comprised of the former countries of Canada, the USA and Mexico. It's
directly controlled by large corporations, as are most governments.

BAMA - The Boston Atlantic Metropolitan Axis, the largest city in the world.

Ono-Sendai - The largest computer console design and construction zaibatsu, headquartered in
Japan.

Neotek - A large computer/console chip zaibatsu.

EU# - The ID number used by the European Union, similar to (see below)

BAMA SIN's (Single Identification Number).

ComSat - Communication Satellite. Owned by various companies and governments, used to
communicate worldwide.

Cowboys or console jockeys- Hackers.

AI - Artificial Intelligence. Turing cops restrict how smart they're allowed to get.

 

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