IC: Distant memories Options

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Ace's pet hate, and he was living it now! public transport in the sprawl was the last salvation of the mobility impaired and he was being forced to use it. But today he tried to smile as best he could as he bumped and jerked along with BTL junkies, people with BO and societies rejects, because today he was picking up his van! He had begged his varius mechanic contacts to see if they could get him the spare parts he needed on the cheap. Eventually he found a friend of a friend who knew someone at a scrapyard had a wrecked Lone Star Hovertruck that had been destroyed during some other chummers run against some faceless corp! but nevermind that, this was his stop.... Getting off he walked down the street and straight into the workshop of this contact, known simpley as Grease Monkey...or Greasey to his friends!
And there she was, just having been washed and waxed... gleaming that familer shade of metallic red!! "Hoi chummer, I hope you like what I done for ya! I fixed her up so shes running sweet and smooth... here's the keys, as you paid upfront your free to go!!"
Barely waiting to get the keys in his hand Ace climbs into the cab, and relaxes into the seat... he knows that this isnt flying, but he knows this is the closest he will get for a long while yet! Sliding the shiny smooth jack into his temple... he feels like a BTL junky getting his first fix after getting out of rehab! Suddenly his sensors are alive and he IS THE VAN! with a gas tank for a brain and a V8 for a heart.... before long hes testing out the limits of the van, with it feeling brand new all over again! sliding around corners, taking the racing line and generally feeling fantastic! trying out all the new toys that have been installed he brings himself back up to scratch after spending so long jacked out of a vehicle! he knows he hasnt lost anything... he's still the best wheelman and pilot around, and if anybody says different, then he will have to kick them back into place!
Eventually calming down after the excitement of getting the van back he parks up and jacks out... he needs to think of some more ways to make hard cash so he can work on the van and save for a chopper! maybe get hold of Seeoh's old bike and race it? some well placed bets and he could make a fortune! not that she would let him near it!!
Suddenly feeling faint, he head starts throbbing.... and as he closes his eyes, he can see a jet in front of him...like nothing hes ever seen before... it looks like its made out of one large smooth piece of metal... with no obvious panels... and no visable means of propulsion, its amazing... he remembers standing there... wondering what it would be like to fly! how it would handle in combat and stealth missions!.....
Blinking suddenly the vision is gone as quickly as it arrived, and he's back, sat in the van and wondering what to do next!





Crawling along his stomach through frag knows what... he has no idea why on earth he PAID this women!!! Thick black smoke fills the barn... and he sits, waiting to hear a sound... a footstep, breathing... anything!!
Sneeking around the back and up onto the balcony style secound floor of this barn, Flip tries to get a vantage point... if he works it right he can blow this little birdies wings off before it knows hes there!! climbing up the ladder, he moves slowly... he knows shes around here somewhere but just needs to find her!
at the edge of the balcony he levels his gun out and starts looking for her.... he HAS to get her this time... just so he can wipe that smile off her face!! And there she is, accross the other side of the room with a large smile on her face...and before he has time to pull the trigger he hears the silent (and very annoying) thud of the paintball hitting him in the chest....thats it! game over!!
Walking outside of the barn a couple of minutes later he sees Bluebird sat on the fence smiling! "your getting better!- just need to sharpen that reaction of yours and think strategically about where you go and hide! - maybe a bit more time at the target range later?" all Flip could do was grunt at the annoyingly cheerful sniper... she had grown up doing this, he had only had a few weeks practice! and in that time he had spent eight or more hours a day firing at the target range- which was little more then a few bottles and cans lined up in various places around the barn. Playing a game called Darts (improves hand eye co-ordination apperently) and learning to hold the gun properly... not that it helped because this silly little holdout pistol was just FAR to small!! maybe it was time to invest in something more his size?!....
As Bluebird walked off with the two paintball guns... Seeoh appeared next to him as if out of thin air and said in her cheeky irish accent "You really do need more practice! and theres no point grunting like that!! you know we were lucky on that last run and you can't rely on that for the next one!!" This to Flip begged the obvious question... "what next run?" and with that she happily said..."the one that Mr Kiteo wants to see us about... or at least, he rang while you were playing soldier and said he would like a meeting! and im sure its not because he wants a house warming for this place!!" The Ork beamed, work looked like it may become regular... he had a decent place to stay... and his old friend had certainly cheered up since comming to live here!! Now all they needed to do was find out what this meeting was about!!