Rayo - 14:41 - Back Alley Combat

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Intentions and actions

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1655hrs - Leaving the Lucky Strike

Hello, yes? This is Tina? J hops up and lets her weight on the kickstarter bring the Growler to growling life. She rolls the throttle all the way back, popping a sloppy wheelie on her way out of the lot. You don't need to be able to ride well, to her mind, so long as you can survive crashing. You will pliz stay with Jeremy until later, maybe morning? I will pay same for each hour, plus extra fifty. This is good for you? Good. Hanging up as she screams around the curve and onto the highway, the Russian expat brings up her phonebook--Lucky's number is blinking at the bottom of the list, because it's new--and selects Vinnetto. Pick up, perdoon stary.

Rayo - Thursday August 16th -14:41 - The Caf-e - Back Alley


Firing the gun with a long burst directly in to the window blasts it to pieces. The gunman doesn't take muc in the way of fire however, as the driver's heard and shoulders take most of the rounds , pasting gray matter and blood everywhere in the car, and a bit on Rayo.

Roll Initiative = 11

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Rayo - 14:41 - Back Alley Brawl

Iniative & Perception

Etiquette

Rayo's action

' J'

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Rayo's Action

Rayo - Thursday August 16th -14:41 - The Caf-e - Back Alley


The bearded man tries moving back abit, and ends up catching his leg up on the door and tripping . The first burst catches him in the shoulder, while the second hits him straight on in the chest. he goes down in a spray of blood, his scream cut off by the rounds ripping into his lungs.

Rayo has only a moment to congratulate himself when another roar of automatic gunfire tears off, this time right at him. The ork has come out of the coffee shop, SMG leading the way.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1730hrs - StoreMaster, St. Claude Ave, Arabi

Right. Hokay. Da. Spasibo, I talk to you later. Vinnetto hadn't known much more than Lucky'd already told her, but his info hadn't clashed with Lucky's--which makes it less likely that Lucky's trying to jerk J around. As she approaches the door of her 2x4-meter storage closet, it asks her if she'd like to unlock it. She waits until her hand is actually on the handle to okay the dialogue, then brings up a remote window that shows her the netspace in Jeremy's commlink.

Lining the left wall of the storage closet are plastic prefab shelves, five rows high. The top shelf is empty because it's too tall for her. Absently, she shrugs on the pistol rig from the third shelf, slapping the modded Slivergun and Predator IV that were next to the rig into the underarm holsters. Jeremy's got Sasha running his reading program, but he's got the latest episode of Ninja Kitties Crisis running in a window behind that, where the babysitter won't see if she checks in. Three clips for each weapon slide into the stacked loops below the holsters. J runs her thumbs down them; as she touches each, they pop up a tiny label that displays the type of ammo they're loaded with. Under the Slivergun are three identical loads of Remington Hard Rain; beneath the Predator are one Hornady 180gr TAP-FPD, one Federal 155gr CrimeStopper, and one Ultramax 180gr Grenadier, all .40 Smith and Wesson.

J pipes the Ninja Kitties Crisis episode over to her own commlink and displays it mute at 40% transparency. The Kitties are engaging some big turtle-looking bad guy, whacking their swords against his armor to no effect. According to Jeremy's wikibot, the turtle guy's name is Gamotron. J watches her son compose a rebuttal in what looks like a long-running argument about the composition of Gamotron's cybernetic elbows as she selects a SWATco Flashbang and an Ares HiX-16 grenade and puts them in the pockets of her OMON-issue armored jacket, along with Allegro Medical Wake-up and Lifesaver patches. Her hand hesitates for a moment before she picks up the case with her Ruger Sport 100. The Ingram would probably be more useful, but she's got the pistols for close-in work. Better to be prepared.

The door asks her if she wants it to lock as she closes it behind her, and she clicks yes. Ninja Kitties Crisis cuts to commercial; she closes that, and closes the link to Jeremy's commlink as she heads back to her bike. The jacket is damn hot, even without the thermal insert, but she'll cool off quick as she rides. Making a mental note to swat Jeremy across the butt for watching Ninja Kitties instead of doing his homework, J brings the Rumbler to life and peels out of the lot. There's a McHappy's on the way back to Lucky's part of town; J's finances are pretty tight, but she figures she's going to get some cash soon. She's got time and cash enough for a quick krillburger meal before she gets back to the Lucky Strike.

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Rayo - Thursday August 16th -14:41 - The Caf-e - Back Alley

Init - Ork Gunman - 9

'J'-Thursday August 16th - 1800 - The Lucky Strike

Pulling in to the Lucy Strike's parking lot, the joint is alive with activity. The place definitely lives for the nightlife. Metas of all types are entering the casino, although the tax bracket seems to be mid-upper and beyond. No high rollers with limos certainly, but no grandmas spending retirement or street scum spending hard stolen cred either.

The men checking the doors wear suits that J's sure are ballistic weave and most definetly hotter than her jacket. They're probably paid well to be uncomfortable however, and it looks like their clothing comes with some sort of cooling device, because they're sweating less than most of the small crowd coming in the doors.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1800hrs - Lucky Strike

Hey, Lucky! Is J, I have come, the Russian expat subvocs on the line she'd opened to Lucky's commlink as she swings off of her bike. Maybe you tell your duraks at the door I come, yes? So they no shoot me--I am very ticklish, shooting make me giggle. Her jacket is open, keeping her guns out of sight to those who aren't looking for them.

'J'-Thursday August 16th - 1800 - The Lucky Strike

Lucky answers and laughs a bit and 'J's' "joke". I'll tell them to be gentle. She winks and disconnects.

At the door, one of the sutied men, a tall human with bulk thatspeaks of augmentation, waves her in with hardly a look, watching the rest of the small crwod to make sure no one objects. Again, the small latino bar keep meets her halfway in side, this time with a glass of chilled vodka on hand.

miss Lucky is waiting for you, this way he says. He seems glad to be doing something, but his quick way of speaking says that he does this all the time and is used to being given nothing more than a nod of the head.

Again J is led to Santangelo's office, which opens as she walks up. Lucky is behind her desk, putting down a commlink, and looking perturbed.

Make your self comforatble J. I'm having some trouble getting a hold of Luigi. That bothers me. He's a very punctual man. Either way, we have to proceed tonight. This ins't an oppurtunity we can pass up. Are you ready to fly, jsut the two of us?

Gone is the usual almsot playful manner. She's all business right now, and angry besides that.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1802hrs - Lucky Strike

J tosses down her drink and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

I am ready.

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Intentions and even some rolls

Rayo - Thursday August 16th -14:41 - The Caf-e - Back Alley

The ork runs around the side of the car, firing off at full auto at Rayo as he scurries around the side of the car.

1 Net hit - Roll Reaction to dodge

'J'-Thursday August 16th - 1800 - The Lucky Strike

Lucky stands and slides the commlink into her jacket pocket. She wearing a black pinstriped suit, probably of ballistic weave. She takes a moment to slide an Ares Crusader into a shoulder holster, then shrugs the jacket and a hat as she walks out the door.

Let's go. I'll drive

Lucky leads J out back to the staf parking lot, and up to a large white chevy truck, which opens as she walks up. She takes a moment to light a cigarettte as the vehicle starts it's self, then approaches and climbs in after a few drags.

Once inside the car, she takes the wheel and drives out on to the city streets.

Here's the scan: the person were meeting tonight is named "Eve". She's a memeber of the Black Throat Krewe, the krewe we're going against on this deal. The Krewe's head, a hume named Blake, is her man, or was at least. Seems his attention has been wandering a bit lately. he's been paying less attention to her, and more attention to his increasing wealth and the girls that it brings.

From everything I hear, Eve is the jealous type. I've got some pics of Blake showig him with a younger girl that should be just enough to push her to betray him. It might also send her over the edge, which is why I need you along.

We're going to a bar called the Razr Back. It's an ork and troll bar just off the lake. They're known for giving elves a hard time , and usually end up tossing them in the lake. Eve herself is supposedly an ork, although she looks human. She's also an adept, and is supposed to have a way with automatic weapons. We can expect her to be armed. The Razr Back is owned by an ork ex-merc who doesn't seem to mind having lots of hardware in his place.

Here's a holo of Eve

An AR pic comes into J's field of vision, showing what apperas to be a human woman, probably in her mid to late twenties. She has long blond hair, worn loose and wild. She wears black on black, with cargo pants and a tank top, as well as aleather long coat. An SMG can be seen poking out underneath the jacket in the holopic. She seems to be strolling down city streets, sungleasses on and having a nicstik.
Eve seems like your kind of girl as well, so if you have anything you want to add during the sit down, feel free. We want her eager to burn Blake.
She and Blake are two of the three people that will know where the deal is going down before it happens. If we want to know, we've got to get it from her, without tipping off Blake. his krewe doesn't come here for the same reason our people don't. The locals don't take kindly to strangers. So as long as we can keep things low key, as in, without a body count, we should be fine. But if we're going to intercept this deal, we need that intel from her.

Any questions?

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Take care, Admiral.. and Danny.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1802hrs - Lucky Strike

We do not kill her when we are done with her? It doesn't sound like J cares, one way or the other--just clarifying.

'J'-Thursday August 16th - 1800 - Lucky's Truck - On the Road

No, not if we don't have to. If she'll turn once, we may be able to turn her again. We'll see how it goes.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1802hrs - Lucky's Truck

Hokay, J nods. That is all my question.

'J'-Thursday August 16th - 1830 - Lucky's Truck - On the Road

Pulling up to a parking lot, J sees a drab concrete building. Very little in the way of ornamentation has been done to the two story buidling. The face is plain gray concrete, with plenty of wear from teh heavy rains. The parking lot is suprisingly large, and there are no other buildings immediately next to it. There is a AR/neon "sign" depicting what looks like a raging boar at a run, but no actual name.

The lot is mostly full, and a number of orks are milling around outside near the door, most enjoying a nicstik and a drink. It looks like a rough crowd, a small fight even breaking out as they watch.

I slipped a few hundred to a regular to keep his eye out for Eve and let me know when she showed. Gave him an extra $200 to make sure he'd stay quite about it as well. He contacted me just before you got back to my office. She's inside there still , having a private drink on the second floor.

Someone causes trouble, and I don't doubt that they will, you've got free reign to deal with it how ever you feel is appropriate. Just try not to draw a weapon, or the locals will draw theirs. All set?

Rayo - ???,??- ???? - ????

Rayos' mind whirls, replaying the images over and over again. His shoulder bleeding heavily, he can still feel the slug there. He scrambles around the car, trying to stay low as the gunmen continues firing wildly. He damns his short legs for the first time in who knows how long as the faster ork makes it around the car and begins unloading into him. He feels the contacts, like baseball bats slamming in to his armored jacket. Then the tearing, like hot rebar being stabbed into his torso. The orks face is rage and satisfaction. Rayo falls to the ground, landing next to the bearded human. Just another life lost to the street.


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Rayo wakes up coughing, struggling to breathe. It feels like smoke is filling his lungs. When he finally hacks out enough of it and manages to open his eyes, he sees the source of it, and it almost makes him yell out in shock.

It takes a moment to realize that the extremely old man in front of him is in fact not a skeleton. He appears to be human, wearing a long coat and a top hat of all things, leaning casually on a cane, and smoking a long cigarette, held in a black cigarette holder. The man is incredibly gaunt, is flesh pulled so tight across his frame, his face looks like a skull. His sunglasses are black and narrow, looking like something an italian designer would wear. He leans on his cane and smiles.

There are two other people in the small, non-descript room. It looks lke the sort of bckroom/office you would find in any local warehouse. White sheetrock walls turning cream/gray with age. Plain tan carpet turning brown from heavy use and not much cleaning, and a few chairs that look functional, but certainly not comforatable. In one sits a human man, tall and lean,wearing what looks like a New Orleans Tombstones hat backwards, and amatching t-shirt. The man's skin is dark colored but not black, speaking of mixed heritage. He has a sidearm on his leg, but no other obvious weapons. His black hair is worn long and loose under his cap.

The second occupant is a large troll woman. She crouches in one corner against the wall. She has no obvious weapons, but her size and bulk are more than enough. Unlike most of her race , she dones't have much body fat. Rather her massive frame looks like a body buidlers, with corder muscle and exagerated build that suggests augmentation on top of an already powerful physique. her black hair is worn in long balck dreds that reach the small of he back. Her black tank top empahsizes her muscles even more, and she wears besides that only BDU pants and steel toe boots.

The small old man smiles, revealing rows of yellow and blackened teeth. The years , however many of them there have been for the walking relic, have not been kind to his smile. Rayo can almost hear his skin stretching. His voice is a higher pitch, and a little unpleasant. Its reminiscent of the kind evil doctors always seem to have in the horror sims.

So, the dead man wakes finally. Good evening dead man.

Luigi - ????-??-?????? - ?????

Luigi wakes to cold shock. It takes a moment for his vision to adjust to his surroundings. Even his thermal vision is thrown off, as he seems to have a hot lamp pointing directly at his face. He can feel the chill of ice cold water running down his snout, no doubt what woke him. The air around him has a cooler feel, the type usually associated with a basement. From what he can see of the ground, it's falt cement. The worrisome part is that he's strapped to a heavy, reinforced chair, and strapped in place, including his arms, legs, head, and torso. And there are electrical leads connected to his naked body everywhere.

Voice #1This is the one?

Voice #2 Yup. Not a lotta bulls workin' da streets round here , ya know? We asked 'round a bit, and seems deres a famly s'posed ta be tight wid dat slitch Kozlowski. But dis is da guy's commlink dat' SINtax tracked.

Voice #1 Did he have Jack's commlink on him?

Voice #2 Nassir, he di'nt. Jus' 'is own, an' some knuckles. Nah a lot else.

Voice #1 Alright, find out who he works for for certain, and see why he was hitting Jack's. We've had too many random instances in the last few weeks. Blake wants to know what's going on, and I want answers for him. Clear?

Voice #2 Yeah, clear like ... uhh.. yeah you got it.

Voice #3No problem. I should have something for you in an hour or so.

Voice #1 Good. If he gives you any trouble, feel free to cut some things off.It's unliekly that we'll need him in one piece.

Voice #3 I'll take care of it.

There's no response, only echoing foot falls walking off. Short, quick foot falls.

After the footsteps fade away, the other two people in the dark room move again.

Voice #2 Dat Carson's a fragger.

Voice #3 That may be, but Blake trusts him.

Anyway, he has his job to do , and we have ours. Keep your warhawk out just in case Kap.

There's the sound of machines starting, sounds like a small generator, then the second figure approaches Luigi, alsmot coming in to the light. Luigi's senses are working overtime as the adrenaline hits his system, or tries to. he still feels weak and extremely soar from the shocks. Still, all he sees is a human siliouette.

Hello there. Why don't we start with the basics. Your name.

I have a very simple system we use here. Much like your basic reward system. I will shock you, mildly at first, then lower it when you answer questions. If you want the pain to stop, keep the answers coming. The longer you take in answering me, the higher the amperege will be. Being a minotaur, I'm assuming you'll be able to take mroe than the average human before your heart bursts, so I think I've got a little extra leeway to find your thresh holds as well, so this should be interesting. Feel free to put up a fight if you'd like, but my associate will start shooting off toes if you try to damage my chair.

Luigi's muscles contract painfully as the first volts start coursing through his body. The electrodes are connected to his arms, head , torso, and legs, so the pain is everywhere. The cold wtaer on his face sends shaprs pins of pain all over his front. The pain contiunes stinging at him, but it's bearable. Not as strong as whatever the ork in the alley was shooting him with.

Now, shall we have your name, or shall we see how much you can take right off the gate? I have a well stocked medical facility here, so we can keep this up for quite a while.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1830hrs - Razr Back

Real set, J grins, hopping out and pushing the door shut. It slams because her blood's up a bit, the way it always is when she knows she's gonna get in a fight. While Lucky closes up the vehicle, J starts walking--a bit fast, so she'll reach the crowd first.

Rayo - Somewhere, Someplace - Sometime - Somehow

When Rayo gets his lungs clear and have watched several moments with a confused face of very strange trio, he finally gets his thoughts running.
Dead man? I'm dead? This can't be then heaven.. or hell. Where the hell am I? And why I'm here? And the first of all.. who are you people? What the..
He has too many questions even to wait for answer for any of them. Rayo starts checking himself, for bullet holes or at least some kind of bandages or scars. Also trying to connect to his commlink (in his cyberarm) and get something reasonable to his life.. or whatever this is.

J - Thursday, Aug 16th - 1830 = The Razr Back

As J and Lucky stroll up, more than a few of the orks and trolsl make noticeo f them. J notices a number of sour looks thrown Lucky's way especially, while J herself gets a mix of cool regard, and even a few of appreciation.

As she approaches the door, naturally, one of them decides he has an issue that needs addressed. An ork of medium build with a black mohawk, wearing mostly black cargo pants and chains (and something that might have been a shirt but is now mostly some fabric and more small chains across his abdomen) steps inbetween her and the entrance.

Skraa breeder, you dis' keeb's egrand'rohodo? How much you want , eh?!

He laughs in a roar, joined in b a few others at the door.

Rayo - ???,??- ???? - ????


The man and woman laugh a little, and the old man simply smiles again, showing those yellow, rotted teeth.

You live now mon ami, certainment. For that, I suppose you have me to offer your thanks. Il est de peu de matière, I de non do it pour vous. le garcon you brought alle a le terra de mort , the one wid le barbe, he had crossed me be-fore. It was mere chance that we crossed paths, chanceux pour vous certainment.

Cependant, a favor is a fovor, and so I have remboursé ... repaid ... my debt.

Excuse' moi, where are my manners?! Mon nom est de vieux os , Old Bones pour vous parles en englais. Est un plaisir.

The skeleton of a man extends his hand to Rayo as if for a gentlemanly shake. His accent is thick, more true french than hard creole. he seesm to slip in and out of it as if he's remembering to speak english then forgetting again.

You are in one of my entreprises, a entrepôt ... warehouse. You are quite safe here. The ork that fired upon you is no longer of this world, you should be pleased to know.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1830hrs - Razr Back

Ha! You are very funny, J grins, coming to a stop just a bit too close for someone with an American sense of personal space to be comfortable. I remember this when is time for tips. I think I will just have vodka, yes? On rocks, with lemon. In clean glass, maybe? The way she's acting, you wouldn't think J's even remotely aware of Lucky's presence behind her.

Rayo - ????

What the hell is he talking? Le barbe? Beard? I killed him, he saved me or something. Or resurected. Resurected?! Holy drek of a dragon, did he made me a zombie?!
Thought hits Rayo's head like a tornado in a trailer park, but making much less casualties. Rayo looks at the old man, maybe even his zombie master or something, with a bit of hate, but more with fear.
You made me a zombie?! What the hell!? I didn't ask for this! And drek that ork, that wasn't even my fight! If I had been smarter I would have avoided the whole fight.. and now maybe been sleeping with the fishes.
This thought makes Rayo think twice.
Wait. Have I seen a talking zombie? Or even zombie who argues with his master? I can't be a zombie. Maybe this guy really saved me with some voodoo mojo or things like that. Calm down Rayo-boy.. chill..
Rayo takes a couple of deep breaths and offers back his own hand, with a little apologing look.
Sorry.. names Tru.. just call me Rayo. Please, tell me what is going on. Just tell me all, I'm all ears. And sorry, I don't speak quebecish.
Rayo still tries to contact his comlink, look for bandages, scars and stuff.

J - Thursday, Aug 16th - 1830 - The Razr Back
Roll Etiquette (Street Specialization applicable)
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Rayo - ???,??- ???? - ????
"Quebecish"? Hehe... as you are ... confused, I will take no insult.
Non, you are not zombi mon ami. You live, mais c'était une question différente not so long ago.

It is as I said. You did a fovor for me, whether you realized or not, and so I returned it to you. Casandra here saw every thing, and brought you to me ensuite.

Mais naturellement, dispatching the ork with the machine gun, and keeping you alive aussi, that is two favors Je suppose. Une vie pendant une vie, une mort pour une mort. As I don't suppose the you are a man who can save a life, we will trade something else, oui?

I have just the thing in mind.

The last is said in almost perfect english. The words are forboding, made even more so by the look of hunger in Old Bones eyes. Rayo could almost sweat at that moment that the red in his eyes was more than just his thermal vision playing tricks on him.

Rayo - Lost in time and space

Err.. hit me. But I warn you, I'm not a kind of dwarf who likes to have something stuck up to his butt. Comprende?
You're not the only one, old bonie, who can speak in languages.

J - 16AUG2070 Thu 1830hrs - Razr Back

Etiquette

Luigi - Time and Location Unknown (suspected up a certain creek....)

The pins of pain from the electrodes stabbing across his skin hurt, but he put a brave face on it.

Hope der's no spell slinga 'round 'ere.... hmm, if der was dey'd 'ave known 'bout der knuckles.... and just probed me's instead o' dis.... aldough der alternative ain't great.... right, gotta get der mix right....

Me's name? Dat's easy name's Luigi as I's sure youse knows from my's 'link. At least dat's der SIN I's operated on fer der most, so dat's what most peoples knows me as. Glancing at the electrodes he then looks back up towards the voice Youse know dat if youse just wanted a chat den youse coulda just asked and dis ting really tickles.

Anyhoo, what's youse wanna know seein' as youse asked so nice?

Rayo - Lost in time and space

Non, ne certainment pas. What do you take me for? No, what I ask is something more ... personal. But less incavise certainly. Je' desire life mon ami. The strength of life.

A simple ritual, you will see.

J - Thursday, Aug 16th - 1830 - The Razr Back

The other orks standing around laugh at the crack. The one that stepped up hunches a bit and apparently decides you've won the round and steps aside.
Lucky walks up next to J, then in to the bar/club.

The interior is dark, punctuated by pulsing lights, mostly dark blue or green. The club's walls are bare concrete, even with parts of rebar poking out to and the "gnetle touch". It's two stories, with only a balcony for the second floor, that rings the club. The top seems to be for people interested in sitting, where everyone below is standing, jumping, thrashing, dancing, drinking , or fornicating in a corner (usually). A band called the Screamers, according to the AR Pin is living true to their name, blasting out Goblin Rock loud enough to damage ear drums.

Lucky takes a moment to survery the scene, taking in her surroundings, and presumably looking for Eve.

Luigi - ????-??-?????? - near the Creek, Paddle-less

I find it's best if we start with simple questions Luigi.

The human doesn't touch the machine, but the volts go down to a slight tingle.

Now we'll move on to a few more interesting subjects. Who do you work for, and why did you hit the Dealer's shop?

Luigi - World of pain... probably

Work fer? Meself, aldough I works contract style like dose 'runners youse 'ears 'bout, but neva fought ov meself as one. I's tries not ta tell who da jobs are 'fore, word ov leakin' info like dat spreads but I can point ya in der direction.

Fer der Dealer, if youse means Jack, den was a Johnson, deys dime a dozen, but we's figured out dat der money was from a chick who found out dat Jack had some info she didn't want goin' public.

Dat do ya?

Luigi - ????-??-?????? - heading Towards Chocolate Colored Waterfall

Roll Con

Luigi - Wishing he knew how to Con

Roll

Rayo - Lost in time and space

Rayo just sits and waits, as the world around him is lagging.

Rayo - Lost in time and space

Rayo wakes again to find him self in his van, in a warehouse district near the docs, feeling extremely tired and drained, and more than a little confused.

Rayo - Now Lost Only In Time - Rayo's Van, Warehouse District

How the.. how the hell did they get my van here?!

Luigi - Whistling in the Lightning-filled Wind

4 successes

I'm afraid we can't have any of that. If you can't lie better, perhaps you should try with the truth. No one is not connected in this town.

The sparks fly as the amperage shoots up, sending thousands of volts into Luigi's chest, arms and legs.

Resist 8DV (S)

Luigi - On the fence.... unfortunately the electric one

Grunting in pain as the voltage spikes Luigi tries to hold his gaze level with where he think the questioner's head is.

Ugh.... Feels like you need ta change der batteries.

Then takes a couple of deeper breaths and continues

Neva said I wasn't connected in dis town, but youse neva asked. Bein' connected an' workin' fer someone all der time iz two different tings.

Frag it, if I pass a near lie like dat pass dem I's in big trouble.... Calm down Luigi.... Dey don't know dat ain't true.... Remember yer family, dey de important ones now.... Fear iz der lil mindkiller.... I'll let it pass inta me an' pass thru me and when it gone only I's remain....

Rolls

Luigi - Peeing on the Electric Fence

Where did you get the information on Jack's operation?

Roll Will test to "Hold Out". Apply a +1 Modifier for the tradition of "Omerta" being strongly ingrained. No wound modifiers. Threshold 2. Pass, you can roll another Con test. Fail, you divulge something on the family. He's only turned the voltage down slightly, so you'll be resisting 5DV (S) after your next Will/Con test