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[Cthulhudreams]

Dagda grins wolfishly as as Dexter insults the bartender, saying "Not sure he fully appreciates the situation, no."

Then as the conversation winds up Dagda wordlessly pushes himself back from the bar, radiopathically transmitting to Dexter and Toad "And if you call me boy again I'll stick my boot so far up your wrinkly arse you'll be choking on leather. Now, lets get this show on the road. Regroup nearby at 1am? I reckon we should aim to do this shit at about 3 am, keep it easy, but we'll need to do some astral and ariel recon.

But first that means we need to find out where these wankers hide out. Anyone know anyone in the know? I'm not sure our friend here will be keen to cough up where their hideout is."

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"Cause if you don't, we'll add you to the pile."

The bartender holds his ground, crusty and unintimidated and continues his tone.

"Wiz. Speaking of piles, I'll be counting yours. Personally."

He says it as fact, not as threat.

[rob]

I space out for a minute as Dagda starts running his trap. My truck picks up some wierdness on its radio. I got half an ear on the conversation, but I fire up the diagnostic routine, fire it up, drive it out into the street, turn it a round, and back into the parking lot. Backing back into the same place, the glitch replicates, a bunch of random objects on the corner of the radar display. Fucking BS. Cue a note into the commlink to reformat the radar and the sensor display on that old POS before I get up tomorrow.

Damn neaar pop an aneurysm at the dumbshittery that has transpired in my absence, 'fore I figger Dex knows his shit. Dag just cares about gettin' money, I trust his ass with that submachinegun under his armpit as much as I trust my dad with a condom. And I'm fucking bored. Some beef will spice up the evening.

Nip a comment to Dag about radio crap in the bud. Too early, and Dex is too punchy, for this crap. Yawn, and say "And that's why Martian space exploration won't happen into the 22nd century. Howzabout we bust outta this joint and get some chow?"

[Shadow]

Sliver perks up at Barkeepers angry boast about putting his money where his mouth is. She had just started her afternoon lunch, a glass of Jack and a lime, withouth the lime. She looked sideways at the glass of Jack... One drink won't hurt.

She downed it in a smooth motion, relishing the burning as it hit her stomach.

"If you guys want one more, I am game, I could use the money."

Sliver stands, she is not the most attractive woman, even less so with the baggy combat jacket, and dirty close. Her hair is a matted cluster of snarls and clumps, longish and pulled into a loose pony tail. Her face is what you would call, 'plain' it's only noticible feature is a oft broken nose.

"I can handle myself in a fight, and I have no problem killing pukes. Especially for money."

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Sliver -wishes- she could afford actual Jack. What she gets is cheaper, and burns more.

(BTW, While I don't think Sliver does, while this is a low class place, and dirty isn't an issue, 'smelly' lowlifes aren't allowed in the place, and get tossed out if they...ya know...smell bad.)

[Mister Juan]

Dexter was already a few steps away from the bar, Dagda following closely behind, when a voice perked up behind them. And contrary to most patrons in the bar, it was female. Stopping dead in his track, Dexter slowly turned around, his head tilting to the side while his eyebrows went way too high up.

The old mercenary spoke with all the tact and manners he had been shown back in Marine boot camp.

“And who the fuck might you be?�

Without waiting for an answer, he turned his slightly confused face to Dagda.

“Who the fuck is that?� he added, jerking his head toward Silver.

His left meat hand came out of his jacket's pocket, putting a cigarette to his mouth.

[Shadow]

"I am who the frag I am, who the frag are you? Don't pretend to be better than me jackass or you wouldn't be taking jobs in this drek hole," she looks to huge Ediie, "no offense Barkeep, it's a real classs joint you have here."

"My name is Sliver and I can kick your ass three ways from sunday, or, I can help you kill some gangers, who I happen to know how to find..."

Ok the last part was a lie but I really need the money and I am positive someone has to know where these drek heads live.


(She smell's about as bad as anyone else who is in here at 2 in the afternoon. Not so bad tht you smell her over the urine in the bathroom or the whiskey on the floor. Nice touch with the fake Jack btw (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif) )

[Mister Juan]

If Dexter had have eyes, he would have, without a doubt, blinked a few times. But since his eyes had long ago left his body, he simply stood there, silent, for a few seconds.

Taking his chromed hand out of his jacket, he lit his cigarette.

He turned a bit toward Dagda, giving him a shrug of the shoulder.

“Well, gotta give the Toots a point for having some major balls.�

The old merc puffed a few times on his cigarette, seemingly sizing up the woman.

“Waddaya think?� he said, not apparently talking to anyone directly, but probably adressing the big russian standing next to him.

[rob]

"I think you've met your soulmate, pops. But that lady here is about to drink her away from you. I'm going to get some fucking food at the noodle stand down the road. At least the meat's fresher there."

And leave. Hop in the bed of the truck and drive down the road. If I have to spell it out in smaller words for these kids, it ain't worth my goddamn time anymore.

As I go, cue the commlink to tell me some shit about these bone suckers. Gangs these days aren't even making it hard to insult them. Pop a call to Terry - "Yo, man, I'll take an eight ball if you tell me about these Bone Suckers whom are beefing with the Devil Rat."

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On the net: Data search 3 + Browse 3 = 6 dice, [4,4,2,4,3,1] = no hits
From the Commlink: Etiquette 3 + Charisma 4 = 7 dice, [6,4,2,2,1,4,6] = 2 hits, contact (novacoke dealer) connection rating 2. If the coke dealer doesn't know shit, he'll call his Pawnshop owner contact.

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Toad's conversations:

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Nothing comes up on your net search. Maybe you spelled something wrong, or they haven't made anything anybody considers news.

The sounds of a rockin party pound across the comm "Get two, and I'll tell you everything I know." immediately followed by the sound of a young female voice describing what she'd do for two 8balls. Somebody oughta combine those beats and her seductive and desperate voice and make a hit song.

[Cthulhudreams]

Dagda shrugs "I am not 100% okay with it, but the team has problems and its probably not a bad gig to break in a new bassist."

Dagda then turns back to Dexter, grins and slaps him on the back "It is your call. You're the shootist, she'll be teaming with you." He winks at Silver and mentally flips his commcode details over to her "I guess I might see you guys around. I'm going push off and I'll catch up with you n' Toad in a minute." With that he grabs his bottle from the table walks back to the bar,

Radiopathically he messages to toad 'I'll be with you in a sec, just figure the bar guy first might know where his enemies live.'

Sitting down across from the barkeep, he pours himself a small glass then asks "So assuming we haven't completely set out bridges on fire, you know where the boys hang out?"

[Mister Juan]

Dexter considered his choices for a few more seconds. The rest of the team were already setting their own part of the game in motion. At this point, the call was his.

He looked Silver over, sizing her up from the tips of her boots, all the way up to dirty hair. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, his sniffed in heavily, making a sort of grunt in the back of his throat.

“A'ight Toots.� he said turning around.

“Grab your purse, and follow me.�

[rob]

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Hmmph. I can do two eightballs. Might even share one with that bitch you got there. You're breaking my heart, not inviting me down there. So who are these chumps and what's their beef?

When I get to the noodle shop, make a play of backing in, so I can tuck the master key back into the toolbox. Hop out, buy myself a heaping bowl of pho, and entertain myself with the conversation in my brain.

Ignore Dagda's message. He'll show before I'm done eating, or not.

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Hmmph. I can do two eightballs. Might even share one with that bitch you got there. You're breaking my heart, not inviting me down there. So who are these chumps and what's their beef?

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You hear a delighted laugh from your dealer. "Don't know nuttin bout no beef, but the bones been recruiten lately. They prowl round Bellins St, an been pickin fights with gangs without bikes. Don't know what that's all bout. Nasty bunch a humans. Lead by an orc. Weird."

[rob]

Grab my pho and hop up on the back bumper of my truck. Wipe my hands off, extend the fingers to chopstick length, and chow down. Who knows what kinda meat it is, and who cares?

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"So, know why these chumps picking fights? They done shot up the bar I was drinking at. Killed a hooker. Put a hole in my truck. I've a mind to admonish them for being rude. Don't wanna get in no beef that's bigger than me.

[Shadow]

Sliver gave a scowl at the purse comment. She didn't say anything else though. She foloowed Dag out of the bar, not sure where to go but sticking close to the merc, trying to watch his back.

Using her commlink she triggers a call to the local Pawn shop...

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Contact at 2/2

"Hey Joe, yeah this is Sliver, hey do you know anything about a gang called "Bone Suckers, especially where they might hang out, it will be worth a couple of bucks on the back end if you can help me out."

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Grab my pho and hop up on the back bumper of my truck. Wipe my hands off, extend the fingers to chopstick length, and chow down. Who knows what kinda meat it is, and who cares?

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"So, know why these chumps picking fights? They done shot up the bar I was drinking at. Killed a hooker. Put a hole in my truck. I've a mind to admonish them for being rude. Don't wanna get in no beef that's bigger than me.

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"Cause they're gangers, I bet. What the frag else do they have to do? And Toady my boy, every beef's bigger than you." Your pal laughs jokingly, music in the background.

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Sliver gave a scowl at the purse comment. She didn't say anything else though. She foloowed Dag out of the bar, not sure where to go but sticking close to the merc, trying to watch his back.

Using her commlink she triggers a call to the local Pawn shop...

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Contact at 2/2

"Hey Joe, yeah this is Sliver, hey do you know anything about a gang called "Bone Suckers, especially where they might hang out, it will be worth a couple of bucks on the back end if you can help me out."

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"Heard of em, never actually dealt with em. Last I heard they're just one of many biker gangs. Update me if you find anything interesting about them."

[Shadow]

Sliver lets out a sigh, "ok Joe, thanks, will do."

"So Dexter, where are we going? I uh... I don't have a car or anything."

[rob]

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Shit, man, maybe bigger than me in size, but unlikely to be bigger'n me where it counts. Werd. Thanks for the heads up. I'll get back at you tonight. You sound like you ain't going anywhere.

Smile as I wolf down a generous helping of noodles. Begin the ritual of disconnecting w/Terry. While I'm waiting for the rest of the crew, call up a couple overhead pics of Bellin St., just to get the layout. Look for bikes in the parking lots of places.

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Log on, purchase a rating 6 mapsoft of the area, with as much current google-earth style sattelite imagery as possible.

[Mister Juan]

Outside, the sun was already low on the horizon, letting the night slowly creep on. Dexter pulled heavily on his cigarette before pinching it between two fingers, and chucking it at the curb.

“Ain't that a shame...�

He looked over toward the parking area, where his off-road motorcycle was standing out like a sore thumb.

“Lucky for you, we're just takin' a walk down the block.� he said, jerking his head toward the edge of the street.

Dexter started walking toward the bike, starting it by thumbing his commlink. The multi engine motorcycle roar like a monster, puffing black gasoline fumes out its exhaust pipe.

“Hope on Toots. Beats walkin'�

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Sitting down across from the barkeep, he pours himself a small glass then asks "So assuming we haven't completely set out bridges on fire, you know where the boys hang out?"

The bartender scowls at the orc. "Ya need a babysitter too?...." then seems to reconsider. "Since I want em gone more than I wantna bust yer balls, they base outta warehouses on Bellin Street."

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While I'm waiting for the rest of the crew, call up a couple overhead pics of Bellin St., just to get the layout. Look for bikes in the parking lots of places.

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Log on, purchase a rating 6 mapsoft of the area, with as much current google-earth style sattelite imagery as possible.

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You sucessfully purchase a map, interactve with your comm and visual overlay.
You pull up public google style satellite pics. Being public and free, they are, at best, yesterdays images, and a rather fuzzy at street level. It looks like there's plenty of motorcycles on the 22 blocks of Bellin Street.

[Cthulhudreams]

The bartender scowls at the orc. "Ya need a babysitter too?...." then seems to reconsider. "Since I want em gone more than I wantna bust yer balls, they base outta warehouses on Bellin Street."

Dagda grins at the bartender "Yeah, I figured as much. Good to do business with you."

Dagda then summons his car and mentally punches up a online map service with his servitors' assist, checking if he can pull the locations of the warehouses as he gets up from the bar, sweeping down the street with 'Horizon Street view' Coverage is pretty poor, must been worried about getting their drones shot up

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Browse test I guess, agent + program: 3 2 5 2 6 2, while I waiting.

"I'll be seeing you later."

Then he walks out the bar and swings into his BMW, dropping his spells from his foci, then snapping his fingers and summoning an ethereal brownie

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Summoning a watcher, F1

6 5 2 1 6 6 2 5 1 1 3 vs 1 4

Drain

5 6 6 6 1 5 4 5 2 2 vs whatever I soak

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Dagda grins at the bartender "Yeah, I figured as much. Good to do business with you."

Dagda then summons his car and mentally punches up a online map service with his servitors' assist, checking if he can pull the locations of the warehouses as he gets up from the bar, sweeping down the street with 'Horizon Street view' Coverage is pretty poor, must been worried about getting their drones shot up

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Browse test I guess, agent + program: 3 2 5 2 6 2, while I waiting.

"I'll be seeing you later."

Then he walks out the bar and swings into his BMW, dropping his spells from his foci, then snapping his fingers and summoning an ethereal brownie

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Summoning a watcher, F1

6 5 2 1 6 6 2 5 1 1 3 vs 1 4

Drain

5 6 6 6 1 5 4 5 2 2 vs whatever I soak

You successfully find that there are a large number of warehouses and other big buildings that could possibly be warehouses on the 22 blocks of Bellin St.