 IC: Working Nights, Earning a living the only way we can |
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 Nov 27 2007, 02:01 AM
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#426
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Snakehandler  Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508  |
Far from certain the wily woman was no longer a threat, Al shifted forward to just out of kicking range and trained his Remington on her head. His instincts told him to finish her off, but he liked to go easy on the fairer sex.
"Reckon I got 'er," he called out to the bar at large, silently thanking Agwe, and the Good Lord, too, that he'd come through another scrape in one piece. |
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Nov 27 2007, 02:16 AM
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#427
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
With Al's report, Ryan turns his full attention to the still-mobile Mitch. The elf brings the big revolver to bear, taking deliberate aim before squeezing off a shot at the drug-crazed target.
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Dec 6 2007, 03:44 PM
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#428
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The back-up plan Group: Retired Admins Posts: 8,423 Joined: 15-January 03 From: San Diego Member No.: 3,910 |
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A single last shot rings through the bar as Mitch crumples to the ground. The entry wound between his eyes is just large enough for a credstick to fit into. On the other hand, the exit wound would fit Bubble's fist. The smoke begins to clear. Assessing the situation, you have one dead shadowrunner, a bartender who is bleeding out in the hallway and an unconscious bartender in the office. With the combination of the rising sun and the sounds of a gunfight, you think you have less than twenty minutes before LoneStar will respond. |
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Dec 6 2007, 04:22 PM
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#429
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
Sparing a glance through the now open office door, the first thing (naturally) that Al's eyes went to was the unconscious bar skell-cum-poison purveyor - NAKED!
How in the name o' Lady Godiva did I miss out on that?! Then his eyes went to Mitch...and then the smoking gun in Flint's hand... Resisting the urge to take his Remington off Hayden's moaning form, he did his best to keep one eye on her and one on the elves. "Ghede's gonads, Spock! Whaddja do to pore Mitch?" |
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Dec 6 2007, 08:29 PM
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Mystery Archaeologist Group: Members Posts: 2,906 Joined: 19-September 05 From: The apple tree Member No.: 7,760 |
Sun glances at Al, "He started it sweety. Flint just seems to have differing idea of what consitutes alive to me."
Sun shrugs and mentally deactivates her shockgloves. |
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Dec 6 2007, 10:57 PM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
Flint holsters the revolver as he looks around at the rest of the group.
"Still movin' mean still a threat in my book." The elf pauses and shrugs. "... 'Sides, ya still got one 'live 'nough t' talk." Shrugging again as if that was the end of the matter, Ryan sets about collecting and reloading his scattered weaponry. |
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Dec 7 2007, 02:18 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 417 Joined: 10-January 06 From: Fords, NJ Member No.: 8,146 |
Not satisfied in finding nothing in his immediate search of Clara's systems, Pesto starts to dig deeper. The orc starts to look through all files and programs for the slightest hint that something is not what it seems.
The crack of a single gunshot pauses Pesto leaving him to wonder what is coming next. |
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Dec 7 2007, 03:19 PM
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
Al's gaze went from the naked girl to the bleeding one, and he answered Flint - "Two, if'n I work fast." Question is, what in the name o' Florence Nightengale we gon' do with 'em? he thought, but kept it to himself, not knowing if they could hear him and not wanting to queer Sun's questioning.
He looked again at the hole in Mitch's head. Based on some things he'd been thinking on, he believed the elves, and didn't blame Flint - once the lead started flying plans tended to get a lot less complex - it was just the desk jockeys that tried to second guess working folk. Still..."Damn shame anyhows. Less'n I miss my guess, he warn't hardly actin' on his own recognizance. Reckon I blame this'un," he spat, glancing down the sights of his shotgun at the fallen girl. "Disinclines me, somewhat, ta patch her up. Whaddaya say, Sunny, she worth the effort?" |
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Dec 7 2007, 03:21 PM
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The Dragon Never Sleeps Group: Admin Posts: 6,924 Joined: 1-September 05 Member No.: 7,667 |
*** POP ***
<<Shooting stopped?>> |
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Dec 7 2007, 03:28 PM
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#435
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
Glancing down at his 'link, Al calls out to the bar at large, "Coast looks clear, Yer Radiance."
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Dec 7 2007, 03:47 PM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
Finished tending to his weapons, Ryan pulls a smoke from the pack still sitting on the bar, then wanders over to where the girl lies bleeding on the floor.
"If yer askin' me, I say we take the slitch in the office with us, and just finish this one off." He looks around at the rest of the group, meeting each of their eyes before continuing with a wink and a touch of a smile. "Don't worry. I'll do it." |
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Dec 7 2007, 04:02 PM
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
The smaller man licked his lips.
He paused to sniff the air, then switched back to normal breathing, his left hand absently detaching the oxy-cap he'd attached to himself. With a shrug, he said, "Drugs is of the devil, an' they knew the job wuz dangerous when they took it. Still an' all...yore way's shore 'nuff the easiest, but the thing is, ya already done talked to birthday suit, an' bleeder here's the smarter of the two. If'n yore gon' take jist one..." Just for fun, he pitched his voice just loud enough that the girl on the ground could hear it, assuming she was still conscious.... |
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Dec 7 2007, 04:18 PM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
Ryan shrugs again, and wanders back to lean against the bar, unconsciously rubbing his thigh.
"Don't make no diff'rence to me. I ain't carryin' her, so I don't have t'worry the mess." At the last, he turns and gazes pointedly at Bubbles, a highly-amused look crossing his face. |
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Dec 7 2007, 04:45 PM
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
Al watched the girl bleed as they debated her fate. If he waited any longer, they wouldn't even have a choice. But it just seemed too ironic to patch her up only to have someone put a bullet in her head.
"Alrighty, then. If I kin git this one stabilized, we take her. If not, we take the one in the chair." He didn't elaborate on the fate of whichever was left behind. "Someone cover this one while I collect my shit." Once someone was watching the woman, he went and collected his medkit from where he'd left it on the floor of the bathroom. |
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Dec 8 2007, 05:33 PM
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The back-up plan Group: Retired Admins Posts: 8,423 Joined: 15-January 03 From: San Diego Member No.: 3,910 |
With the medkit in hand, Al takes a knee. The pool of blood surrounding the woman begins to seep into the patch of fabric but there's nothing to be done for it. A few seconds later the woman is stabilized and bandaged enough to stop bleeding further. She will still need medical attention before she can regain consciousness.
While the medkit works to stabilize the woman, it also lists out several unknown compounds in her bloodstream. |
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Dec 9 2007, 03:52 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 417 Joined: 10-January 06 From: Fords, NJ Member No.: 8,146 |
Hearing that everything is clear and the team is safe for the moment, Pesto goes back to work. While he is analyzing all of Clara's systems more thoroughly he sends the drone around the bar looking for anything out of the ordinary or anyone paying close attention to it.
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Dec 9 2007, 10:57 AM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
Quickly growing bored with just watching and waiting, especially after the short and somewhat anti-climactic firefight, Ryan viciously stabs his cigarette out on the bar and strides over to the bleeding woman.
Working around Al, but not terribly concerned with being gentle, the elf proceeds to strip the wounded captive down in the same manner as the other one still in the office. While he's at it Ryan checks for any sign of hidden weapons, throwing the belongings in a pile for one of the electronics experts to deal with. |
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Dec 9 2007, 10:57 AM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
Quickly growing bored with just watching and waiting, especially after the short and somewhat anti-climactic firefight, Ryan viciously stabs his cigarette out on the bar and strides over to the bleeding woman.
Working around Al, but not terribly concerned with being gentle, the elf proceeds to strip the wounded captive down in the same manner as the other one still in the office. While he's at it Ryan checks for any sign of hidden weapons, throwing the belongings in a pile for one of the electronics experts to deal with. |
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Dec 10 2007, 01:11 PM
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
Al stood up and surveyed his work. Thanks to Flint the woman was now searched and stripped, but the damage his EX slug had done at point-blank range had been considerable, and the sight was in no way titillating. Still, she was stable, and he said as much to his companions.
"Should be safe to move 'er once Pesto pulls the van around. I kin wake 'er up after we's good an' gone, which I reckon it's high time for." He looked back down at the listing of weird substances in her blood, then down at the stain on the right knee of his olive-drab fatigue trousers. He pulled his knife and, rubber gloves still on, he cut the stained portion free of his pants. "Bubbles, this chica's blood is fulla some strange shit - ya might wanna scan 'er fer more o' them nanite drug signals before we drag 'er along with us," he said as he applied a disinfectant wipe to his knee and then examined his boots to make sure they were untainted as well. Then he hit the touch-screen on the diagnostic unit, telling it to save this patient's blood data. |
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Dec 11 2007, 03:26 PM
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The Dragon Never Sleeps Group: Admin Posts: 6,924 Joined: 1-September 05 Member No.: 7,667 |
Pushing the half keg around the corner Bubbles poked her head around under the bar top and from her position on her hands and knees viewed the carnage. After a sniff at the air through her nose she removed the dispensing tube from her mouth and carefully peeled her wad of gum sealing the tube to the empty half keg.
"Beer fumes give me gas." Smiling at the elf and flexing her arms as she stands up, popping her gum back in her mouth, she shakes her head and starts heading into the office to carry people out. "These two better be worth more then the beer I am missing out on." Idly one her way past the bar Bubbles slides out her jammer wand and turns it on, keeping it pointed down away from her head, and holding it out to the elf, holding it between a couple of stubby fingers flipping it up and down to demonstrate it's light weight "Think you can handle this?" Bubbles grins at the gun slinging elf. *** POP *** |
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Dec 11 2007, 03:31 PM
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Snakehandler Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 7,454 Joined: 28-April 06 From: London, England Member No.: 8,508 |
Watching Bubbles using the jammer brought a smile of approval to Al's haggard features. Between subcutaneous RFIDs and aerosol clouds that broadcast signals...hell, there was just no way to be safe enough if they were going to be transporting these chicas around.
Looking again at Mitch, then at the respirators coming off his companions, he asked to no one in particular - "Our boy get a lungful o' that crap?" |
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Dec 11 2007, 06:32 PM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
With a slightly disdainful look, Ryan takes the jammer from the troll, holding it out and away from himself as if it were covered in raw sewage.
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Dec 11 2007, 06:45 PM
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The Dragon Never Sleeps Group: Admin Posts: 6,924 Joined: 1-September 05 Member No.: 7,667 |
Rapidly, Bubbles grabs the nearest sets of large sheets of material and steps into the office to start wrapping.
"Whoa, miscounted." laying down the sheets, she rapidly starts bundling things for dragging out. |
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Dec 11 2007, 07:23 PM
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Immoral Elf Group: Members Posts: 15,247 Joined: 29-March 02 From: Grimy Pete's Bar & Laundromat Member No.: 2,486 |
"Dunno 'bout that. The dead junkie's a waste of space. Might be best t' just leave 'im here."
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Dec 11 2007, 10:02 PM
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The Dragon Never Sleeps Group: Admin Posts: 6,924 Joined: 1-September 05 Member No.: 7,667 |
With a bit of strain she drags the bodies out through the room.
"Ghoul meat or fish bait. Less questions from Star." Bubbles winks, "Blood n brain bits could be from last nights brawling." |
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