Attack the Lost

Taking their coffees to go, Michael and Vasquez made for the cop's cruiser.

"Huh." Michael remarked, as you guided him into the passenger seat. "Guess there's a first time for everything."

His joke eliciting a grim smirk from Vasquez, she guided them out of Rockford Hills, towards the city outskirts, where the MC was making their base.

She parked up a fair distance from the junkyard, to avoid the crooks getting antsy, then left the car, heading for the trunk.

"You're not messing around!" Michael whistled, watching, arms folded, as the sergeant zipped up a lightweight ballistic vest, and withdrew a Pump Shotgun from the trunk, loading it with shells.

"We're gonna be outnumbered. We need to take every last cocksucker out. No one, not the LSPD, not the Lost, can know this was us." Vasquez said solemnly. "We go in fast, hard, and don't stop shooting until they're all dead. You got me?"

"You don't gotta worry about me, babe." Michael said cockily, reaching into his suit jacket and drawing his piece. "Not my first rodeo."

"You gonna be okay, with that little thing?" Vasquez scoffed.

"Listen sugartits, sometimes it's not the gun, but the one pulling the trigger." Michael told her, a little testily.

"Fine, let's do this." the latina muttered, cocking her weapon.

Gameplay control is given back over to you, and you move slowly down abandoned streets, towards the junkyard. Clearly, no one in their right mind fancied being on the street with The Lost around.

Seeing the front gate locked and guarded, you instinctively manouever a path around, vaulting a chainlink fence. Vasquez follows you in short order.

"See how many you can spot before we attack. Numbers, positions. Doorways." the latina cop hisses, as you stealth into the junkyard.

"Way ahead of you, babe." Michael shoots back.

At a glance, you'd estimate there's at least two dozen enemies in the encounter. Some guarding the junkyard, others clustered around bikes and vans. At the very least, their distinctive patches will allow for easy identification.

"Let's do this." Michael says, as you raise your pistol, line up the crosshairs to the nearest Lost head, and pull the trigger.

The biker's head snaps back, and he hits the dirt. A shout of alarm and surprise goes through the MC's stronghold. You follow up, activating Michael's special ability and dropping another, then two, then three.

Vasquez herself is no slouch, her shotgun sounding off again and again, each blast issuing another spray of hot buckshot that takes a biker out of commission.

You snap to one target after another, ventilating them all in turn, slowly whittling their numbers down.

Her shotgun dry, Vasquez hurls it aside then dives behind cover, drawing her service weapon as she goes.

Michael does the same, rolling and snatching a felled biker's AK as he does.

"This is not how I expected my afternoon would go!" Michael hisses, spraying automatic fire at the remaining bikers, who were clustered inside.

"I've been waiting for this ever since I got my badge!" Manuela responded, shooting at the Lost with a certain satisfaction.

In cover, and with better firepower, it was only a matter of time before you finished your adversaries. With a single expertly-placed headshot, the last Lost combatant hits the ground, and it's over.

"That felt good." Vasquez admitted, reloading her piece. "C'mon, we need to get inside, find the **** before the cops- the other cops, show up."

"No time like the present!" Michael responds, automatically dropping his rifle as you guide him into the Lost's stashhouse.

You're given several waypoints, surfaces to search to gather up the biker gang's supply of crystal meth. As you search the hideout's middle counter, Michael happens upon a black dufflebag, which he unzips.

"Hello, momma!" the thief exclaims excitedly, finding it full of thick rolls of hundred dollar bills.

"Yo, Sarge! There must be half a million here, easy." Michael remarks. The cop is uninterested, perhaps to an excess.

"And you can have it," she pants, "after we torch the shit."

Taking the defeated gang's **** supply, you move with Vasquez back into the junkyard proper. Michael tosses the crystal into an oil drum, and then Vasquez sets it alight with gasoline.

"Fuck..." the latina says, allowing herself a moment of victory, even with distant sirens. "We actually pulled it off!"