Alright little man, Daddy's gonna go to work. So im gonna take you down to the day care, and Ill pick you up very soon ok?

After Dante reluctantly agrees, Sin calls the daycare, and takes Dante' over. After telling him to be good. Goes out to the hover truck, Flips the phone and calls Lucky.

I'll do that.Lucky returns the smile.Well, I'll get out of your hair. I'm sure you've got biz to take care of. It was good seeing you again, Scotch. You need anything, you give me a call, ya hear?
Lucky smiles again and heads for the door, nodding to Bennett as she does.

Lucky and Bennet leave. Lucky's phone rings.

Lucky checks the comm. Well, hellooo...
This is Lucky. Hey, Sinn, you still breathin'? The commlink screen shows Lucky's face and part of what looks to be a Ford Americar. Scenery moves swiftly past in the passenger window.

Hey Lucky. You have no idea how close you are into describing my night...Anyway, where are you? We need to meet up. go over some things.

I wish that I could but, I've got things to do today. I can meet up with you tonight. Say 10 p.m., the Strike? If you need something to do, I have a lead for you on the shoot-out last night.

Smiles
Alright Lady Luck, What you got?

From the looks of it, you got hit by some kind of go-gang. A heavily equipped and muscled go-gang. Sound familiar? If I were you, I'd be looking real close at any ork that crosses your path.

the pansies? That tried jump me outside of a meet? Until Rock showed up?

Pansies? Sweetheart, you got your ass handed to you on an asphalt platter with a peppering of lead. I'd think about that.

If I recall, a bunch of posers in dreadlocks messed you up too. And who came to the rescue to clean up your mess? That right....let it sink in....me. Where were you when I got a shotgun to my chest? Besides, at least before they had the decency to face me. Not hide in a fraggin van.

Lucky laughs. Whatever Sinn. Happy hunting. See you at 10.
*Click*

Still laughing, Lucky starts to explain the conversation to the blankly staring Bennett, but decides against it. Instead she dials up Rock.

Fuckin bi-.....Punches the stearing wheel.
Starts the car and heads to razor backs

Lucky
Rock picks up after a few rings.

Heya Lucky, How ya doin? Whas goin on?

I'm doin' good, Rock. How you been? How's Oz treatin' ya?

Sinn
After a short and aggravated drive, Sinn reaches the bar known as the RazrBack. As it's not quite 1500, no one is there.

Lucky
Ah it's goin' good ya know, keepin' busy. Oh, you should come see the mods I just did on my car. Got some new shocks put on , raised the backa bit...

Hey , I heard about that thing with Sinn and the freeway and everything. That okay? You don' ok? I didn't know if you were still invloved with that.

No, definitely not involved. Walked away from that clusterfuck early. But, thanks for the concern. You free today?

Go to the nearest clothing shop and buy a top hat. Write a note and attach it to the hat. Leave the hat hangin from the front door of Razrbacks.

Note reads:
Im back....Who ever killed me will come here. Give them a message. Im going to paint there portraits with their blood and offer them as gifts to the Devil himself.

Signed
The Sinner

Lucky
Well i got a thing in a little bit, but I can meet you later. Why, what's up?

I got this thing I could use your help with. A little something for old times sake. You'll have fun. Lucky winks.

Lucky
Yeah sure no problem. Who's the thing involve? Or you wanna talk that over some place else? I can mee ya round 5, that work?

head around, keep my head low for now. Try to get some legwork done. Before i start seriously working, head to Luciens shop.

Walk into the front door.
Hello Lucien, been a little while.

Five is great. I'll talk to you about it when you get to the Strike. You know how these things are. See ya then, Rock. Lucky smiles and hangs up.
Turning to Bennett, Lucky pulls out a cigarette. It okay if I smoke?

Lucky
Bennet rolls down his window and lights one of his djarms.
Where to next?

Waking up in what would be Considered a Box by most reputablke shipping companys with the feeling that a devil Rat had made its home and Breeding grounds inside his head at some point during the night .. and that a Dragon had used his his body as the Strings for some oversized Guitar. Refusing to open his eyes for fear of the Light blinding him and afraid to see the Large truck bearing down on him Blaring that god awful Horn that hed been hearing in his dreams Streak Rolled to the Right Finding a Wall.... shaking his head and Rolling to the left and finding another wall the Pervious nights Memories return to him.... after that Trip to meet Gheed he had gone on a drinking binge to "Celebrate" his good fortune a dream pact with Gheed I really need to find out more about this he remembered thinking just before that first shot AND WHERE IS THAT FRAGGING HORN COMMING FROM !!! braving the fear he opens his eyes .... Dark .... activating the Lowlight vision on his cybereyes ... oh ya .... I'm in the Elven Noose's Overnight box having seen the name of this bar in the local directory while searching for a new bike had seemed appropriate due to the fact that he had been hung by the neck ... poisoned ... burried in water and dirt ... and came out with this dream pact with Gheed whatever that was. Shaking a bit of the Cobwebs from his mind for Drek sakes is this the Noose's Idea of a Joke for an alarm clock Looking down at his Commlink I have a message ? man if thats where the horn is comming from I musta been more wasted that I can remember Keying up the text message Heya boys, hope you're all rested up from your last thing cuz we got biz. J.M. wants to see us, bright and early. Meet me at La Boehme Cafe, 9 a.m. We'll ride together. Sinn, bring your black beast.
Lovely ... just fraggin lovely she bails on us in the last one ... I almost get killed because of it and now shes sending us messages about a Job at 9am !!! is she Mental !!! looking at the display and seeing 1:30pm in Bright Green neon letters on his AR ... then flopping back on to the Mat in his Rent'o'box when suddenly a banging at what could be construed as a Door oh god here comes the light switching to Flare compensation on his cybereyes just as the Door is about to open

Afternoon Sunshine a Large hairy Ork standing at the "Door" Shouts into the Rent'o'Box yer Time's up .. better get movin les I move you meself

Nodding at the ork thank the powers for Flare comp starts to crawl out ... keying up the message from lucky responding sorry I'm Late still want an extra gun ?

We're going to the Voodoo Queen. She's a riverboat casino. Head for the docks. You can't miss her.Lucky lights up her cigarette and inhales deeply. Oh, and swing by Madam Q's, will you? It's a liquor store on the Avenue.

Sinn

Lucien waves from behind the counter. Amazingly, there is somoene else in the shop. Looks like a young street witch, going over some jars of herbs.

Good afternoon Sinn. What can I help you with today?

Lucky's commlink beeps. A text. Lucky palms the commlink opens and raises an eyebrow. Streak? Huh, so he lives.
If you want in. The deal's already been negotiated, so you'll be dealing with Sinn and I on this one. Not the Johnson. You cool with that?

Have somethin for ya I want you to look at.

Through Mindlink:
Whos the girl?

Sinn

Suprisingly, Lucien doesn't react, simply responds to the mindlink
Another customer. You aren't the only one you know. And if she happens to ask who you are, you are simply "another customer".

What do you have for me?

Lucien puts his spectacles on.

that blasted horn again at least I know its the Comm this time reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a 3/4th gone bottle of Nerps and Dry Swallows 2 of them.
nasty sons of bitches

Vocalizes a message over the Comm back to Lucky how much and where do I meet you realizing only after pressing the send button just how bad he sounded .... not only having the ailments of the previous night but suddenly realizing that he felt as if he had chewed on a dead sweaty dog by the dryness of his mouth

note to self ... ask for a list of what I ordered last night and NEVER order it again

getting on his bike and driving it slow

Pulls out the sword cane

It appears to be empty Foci, fresh. Think you can power it for me?

Still half eyeing the street witch

Sinn
I can do that for you. But you know these things are very expensive. What are you looking for in ways of enchantment?

Once again, Lucky finds herself raising her eyebrows in response to Streak's vocalized message. Apparently, he didn't realize he was also sending over video.
I'm not discussing anything over comms. Meet me at the Lucky Strike, 10:30 p.m. Do not be late. Oh, and for the love of God man, get a shower and a shave. You look like hell.
The car soon comes to a stop outside Madam Q's. Lucky steps inside and purchases a bottle of their finest Caribbean Rum. Eyeing the price tag, Lucky pays for it and gets back into the car.
Head to the Queen.

A combat spell Foci, Something along the lines of force 5 or 6. Think you could do it?

Lucky

The drive to the Voodoo Queen is both incredibly long, and incredibly short. Srange how the mind and time can totally fuck with you like that. Either way, the car pulls up to the Queen at the docks.

A few employees are wandering on and off the boat. Bennet gets out first and scans the area, then walks up to the river boat. There are a few rastafarians lounging about, one at the door. No one moves to stop the pair, question them, or check them for weapons. When meeting with a voodoon mambo, it's assumed you're not stupid enough to acutally draw a weapon.

Julien, the man behind the bar, points down the hall. Room five darlin'. Mama Bourbon's waitin'.

Sinn
I can do that for you. It will cost you about 50,000. Normal retail for something like that is around 90-100,000. But sine you already have the telesma that helps considerably.

nods to himself upon reciving the text and proceeding to his House and takes a showe and shaves then heads to the Small Vault smiling
so obviously hardware comes too ... but what to take ... taking a drink of synthetic Orange juice

well lets find some things out and then decide

going back and sitting down in front of the Trid and popping in some old Reality trids and locating lucky strike in directory assistance

Thank you.Lucky steps through the archway and onto the casino floor, winding her way through the tables to the private meeting rooms in back. Soon, she's standing at the door to Room 5. Lucky sighs, and knocks on the door.
Come on in, cher.Bourbon's voice drifts out from somewhere.
Opening the door, Lucky is enveloped in a cloud of sweet smelling smoke. Through the haze Lucky can see Bourbon reclining on the other side of the table. Her alligator skin boots are kicked up on the table, and she's got a glass of rum in her other hand. Clearly, she's had time to make herself comfortable.
Thank you for seeing me, Mama. This is my associate, Bennett.
Bourbon eyes the big man over the rim of her glasses. Nice to meet you, sugar. But, my business be with Lucky today, so you just scoot on out of here, k, cher?
To Lucky's surprise, the big man simply nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Turning back to face Bourbon, Lucky gestured towards one of the chairs.
May I Mama?
By all means, cher. So, tell me.. what's got you all het up and coming to see me? You and Sinn sparrin' again?
No, well, not really. My question's with the Black Throat Krewe.
Why you want to know about them?Bourbon's eyes narrowed, as if she could guess Lucky's answer and didn't like it.
They've been making noise. Playing in business that isn't theirs to play in. They've gone and gotten themselves attached to another family. Their cuttin' us out. I need to know where they tend to lay low, what their plans are.
Bourbon regards Lucky for a long while before replying,
The first thing you need to know is that this krewe isn't "playing". They mean business. Blaine is cunning. My mama, rest her soul, used to say there ain't nothin' on this earth worse then a man with cunnin' and she right. He rarely settles in one place for long. He prefers the bayou, choosing points along the river that are hard to ambush. If he's gotten himself in bed with another family, then he's going to twice as hard to find. He's gonna know that every made man in the city'll be out for his head.
You want to tear the krewe apart, you need to hit em where it hurts. Take out Blaine's Lucinda first. She's the heart. Then you take out the brain. That'd be Blaine. The rest is just clean-up.
I can get you a few names. It'll take some time, and I'll require payment, but I could get you what you need.
Bourbon's level gaze meets Lucky's.
What kind of payment are we talking about?
Something simple, sugar. Say, a favor for a favor? We'll make it an equitable trade, I'm sure.
Knowing that this is what Bourbon must have wanted all along, Lucky was less then eager to agree. This must be what like being over a barrel feels like
All right, Mama. A favor for a favor.
Excellent. Well, if you don't mind, I've got work to do. You hand me that beautiful bottle your brought with you and then go take your mind off things. Stay awhile, play awhile.Bourbon winked.
Lucky remembered all too well what had happened the last night time she had played the tables at the 'Queen.
Thank you, Mama.Lucky placed the bottle on the table and stood. Nodding her head in respect, Lucky turned and headed out the door.
Without a word, she made her way back to Bennett's Americar.
Let's get out of here.

Alright Lucien. Call me when your finished. Thank you again.

Looks again one last time at the young woman at the herbs. And turns for the door.
Getting to his car. Alright, time to get to work.

Text Lucky:
Have anymore leads other then what you've already told me?

Lucky sits back and rubs her eyes. She would definitely be glad when this week was over. Maybe I should consider a vacation when all this over. Somewhere with private white sand beaches and no comms. That would be nice.
Bennet, head for the Strike. I need to go over the books from last night, and I told Rock I would meet him at 5.
Hearing the beep from her commlink, Lucky sighed and flipped it open. Another text from Sinn... any other leads? No, going to have to give Snake a call tonight and find out what he knows.
Lucky types out a quick reply:
No new leads, but I have my sources listening. When I know, you'll know. By the way, Streak is apparently back in the game. He wants in. I told him to meet us at the Strike at 10:30. You meet me there at 10 p.m. so we can decide what we want to do.

Flips the phone back down.
Streak....? Oh man....

Reply:
This should be interesting then.

With no more leads to go off of, Sinn heads back to Snakes place. As he pulls up, he sees the bullet holes in the walls.

Damn, some one definetley likes me up there....Thanks Sirene..

Walk inside and look for Snake Skin.

Sinn
The Ace in the Hole wuiets as Sinn walks in. The regulars (which is pretty much everyone) stop and stare, shocked to see what hey thought was a dead man walking.

Snake stands up in the back.
HOly Drek! Frag, Sinn! Man over here ! Holy drek! Hey, bartender, get my man SInn here a rum on me! A double!

Snake waves Sinn over to the pool table he's playing at.
Man, I'd heard that you made it, but this man, this is just ... unreal! Jsut seeing you up and walking around.. amn ... that's just nuts... So ... how you feelin' man? I mean, I know you just got shot and all....

Snake skin actually looks a little nervous, most likely from looking at a living walking dead man.

Sinn looks around with no emotion. Gives a small grin as he aproaches Snake.

Hey Snake. Im feeling good. Little sore. Dead men, tell no tales though.
Holds up the shot to Snake. After shooting it down, looks at Snake.
You hear any claims on my life yet?

Streak
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