T-Town, A game in Alabama Options

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One fall night:

Prologue

The cool moist breeze blew through the darkened area near Rose Towers. The Univeristy of Alabama prided itself on allowing the indigent to live in the old structure. Old was the key word. The building was constructed over 100 years ago and was showing it's age despite numerous repairs. Despite the pride felt by those in a position to feel superior, the fence between campus and Rose Towers was an obvious warning. "Keep Out!" it screamed. What else could a 13 foot tall art deco concrete wall topped with monowire say?

The troll was smoking a cigarette near the edge of the "fence" and stared through the holes at the President's Pavilion. From his pocket a ringing sound was heard. He sighed and pulled out an archaic device. At one time it would have been called a cell phone. In today's word it would be called a relic of the past. Somehow still functional, he punched a button and spoke into it. Pulling his troll-sized trenchcoat around himself, he walked toward the river not far from his present position.

A limo pulled up to the parking area near the river - the only portion of the former public park left along the river. An envelope changed hands and the limo disappeared. The troll dropped his cigarette butt and lit another. He headed back to his spot along the "fence" and resumed his vigil. Somewhere in cyberspace a message was on it's way to a certain individual who wouldn't read it until morning. Good enough for me, thought the troll.

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The next morning:

Each person gets a call from the usual suspects detailing a potential job. The J wants to meet that night at City Cafe in Northport this evening at 1900 hours.