IC: Far From Home, Shoot stright, conserve ammo... Options

[Fresno Bob]

Weasel raises his hand.

"Uh...I'm not rigged, but I like to think I'm a pretty damn good driver."

[spitfire gecko]

Jackal shakes his head. "Not me. I only drive two-wheelers."

[Fatbox]

Kirst raises her hand. "All in favor? Aye."

[FXcalibur]

"Fine by me."

[Fresno Bob]

Weasel shrugs.

"I'm not against me driving."

[Steveshaft]

"So long as the 'shit you blow up' doesn't include your passengers, I'm cool with it."

[Steveshaft]

"Let's get a feel for this place, find our discreet pick up, then swing on by that brokerage."

"Oh, and while I think about it, it may not be such a good idea for all of us to go. Just in case we pique some attention, it would do us some good not having all of our faces on a wanted list."

"Sound good?" Sharp asks.

[Fresno Bob]

"You're not suggesting we hit the brokerage today? After that long flight and long walk?", Weasel says, shaking his head.

"And tell you what. I'll stay here, the rest of you go check out the pickup."

[Steveshaft]

"No. I figured we'd drive by, check the terrain, count the guard dogs and goons. I'd like to know what we're walking into before we walk into it setting off metal detectors."

[Fresno Bob]

"Oh good. For a minute there, I thought you were insane."

[Fatbox]

"I think its safe to say that this entire run is insane."

[Digital Heroin]

`Insane? Hell, I'm willing to endure a little insane for half a mil...`

Boingo hasn't caught the whole convo, but he's there now, arms laden with Stuffer Shack goodies.

`And food to go, got enough for everyone...`

[FXcalibur]

Mary frowns as the spirit confers it's news. No military precense in the city, and someone named Ghostwalker takes care of that. If this was a trap, it was becoming more and more ominous by the hour. She dismissed the spirit, knowing that walking back into the house would cross the path of the spirit world's domains.

"Bad news, everybody." She says as she re-enters the apartment, tossing her spent cigerette into the waste bin nearby. "The city says there are no military bases here. If the city says that, then...we're either on a wild goose hunt, or we've been set up somehow."

[Fresno Bob]

Weasel looks up from the bag of chips he got off Boingo.

"Maybe it ain't in Denver city. Maybe it's further out...in some wilderness or something."

[spitfire gecko]

Jackal raises an eyebrow as Mary makes her announcement.

"The hell? Did you make sure that 'the city' knows we're looking for a defunct military base instead of an active one?"

[Fresno Bob]

"Or maybe the city lied. Cities are decietful places, full of danger...and stuff."

[FXcalibur]

Mary took in the replies without so much as raising an eyebrow, an unreadable, expressionless look on her face. She finally dug her hands into her pockets and turned around, taking off her fedora and laying it on the bed nearby.

"I'll go and doublecheck. Won't be long."

[Fresno Bob]

Weasel takes a swig of his aztech-cola.

"Have fun."

[Digital Heroin]

Boingo didn't comment about the fact that cities lied. He knew they told more truths than most people ever bothered to pay attention to. But try and get that across without seeming insane.

Instead he was happy to drink his Bawlz, and chow down on some Stuffer Shack noodles.

[Fatbox]

Tail twitching, head throbbing, and her stomach grumbling, Kirst paced back and forth in the room. 'No military bases...Not even a defunct one probably...' she thought. She shared the same thought that was going through everyone elses head that this was seeming more and more like trap every minute.

"Well, we could try asking around in the local Shadow community"

[Fresno Bob]

"Man, quit freaking out. I know its paranoia helps you live, but damn...why the hell would they get 6 strangers, point them to a base that doesn't exist, all for the purpose of killing them?", Weasel says, shaking his head.

"If they were going to lead us here under false premises, lying about something as major as say, the existence of the place we're supposed go seems a bit risky. What I think it is, is that Mary couldn't find it, and she just arrogantly assumes that because of this, it must not exist."

"Like I said, who puts a military base in the city? You know why Area 51 was in the desert? So no one would go there. What's more suspicious, civilians near a military base in the goddamn town square, or civilians near a military base in the middle of the woods. It helps security."

"But if everyone's going to be so freaked out, we may as well just leave now because it'll throw off the whole job."

[Digital Heroin]

Boingo puts his hand up after a moment, more as an attention grabber.

`Uh, anyone considered maybe it's not in the woods or anything, but in one of the towns or slums around the city...`

[Fatbox]

"Aren't we forgetting sometihng here? The place we're looking for isn't a miltary base anymore. Its not even an abandoned one. Its an info-brokerage working out of the former UCAS property. Lets try that lead instead?"

[FXcalibur]

Mary returns from her consultation with another denizen of the trash realm, and walks in with a smile on her face.

"You were right. There are two out of commission military bases and one out of commission military acadamy. One base and the acadamy are in the UCAS sector, and one base is in the Pueblo Sector. I've got the addresses. While I'm here, anybody want me to ask the city anything else in particular?"

[Fresno Bob]

"Yeah, ask it where I can get some good vodka. Not the cheap synth crap, the real stuff."