You’re a Brick. Or more properly, a BRIC: a BReaching and Interdiction Cyborg, five hundred kilos of ceramite armor, hydraulic-assisted muscle, and an array of lethal and less-lethal weaponry. You’re a specialist at knocking on doors where the occupants don’t want visitors. Right now, you’re getting ready to storm the front of an unassuming ranch house, where according to the warrant that just popped up on your HUD, a senior enforcer for the Crimson Talons might be hiding. As soon as HQ gives the word, you’ll rip the door off its hinges.
“Ready, ${character.name}?” ${Your handler’s name?}’s voice crackles in your internal commlink. “You’ve got the green light. Go get ‘em!”
“Open Sesame.” You say into the link. You sink your plasteel claws into the doorframe. Your mechanized limbs give a metallic whine, and the door tears away easily. Your arm-mounted launcher lobs a stun grenade into the hole. Your helmet blinds and deafens you for a moment, protecting you from the flash, and then you stalk through the shattered opening.
“POLICE!” You shout, your voice amplified. “Drop your weapons, and surrender!”
As the dust clears,