...he hit me with it, can we please move on?


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IC Thread for "Prime Minister's Questions

Current Players:
Sicarius as "Amy Shelton"
Jaid as "Jason Freeman"
Dranem as "Andre Lefort"
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June 16, 2056, 7:54 PM

Another Friday night, another week over. Amy Shelton's keys scrape in the deadbolt of the door to her third-floor apartment; the building is old enough to use actual keys.

Leaving the hissing pipes and flickering fluorescents of the hallway behind, she turns the two deadbolts on her door, and notices that her cell phone is flashing at her. Message.

"Hey, hun, it's Two-Tone--gimme a call when you're free, 'k, sweetie?"

June 16, 2056, 7:54 PM

It's Friday night, and Jason Freeman is window shopping at the survival store..

"Bonjour, Jean-Paul. Anything new?"

"Rien. Try again next week; we're getting a new shipment in from Windsor then. I hear Ares is coming out with some new clothing line--nothing you can't find in a specialty store, but I hear it's supposed to be cheap and warm.

Oh, also, I have a friend who's looking for a favor, Jason--not your usual, but it pays well. Interested?"

June 16, 2056, 7:55 PM

Andre Lefort is checking his email--six weeks and no work; things are getting a little tight.

As Andre debates between the red and the blue nutrisoy, the computer beeps--new message in the inbox.

Andre's Appartment, Clearmont Towers, Hull
June 16, 7:56PM

Dray didn't need to read the message twice from Smith. Mausame! It's about damn time! Smith had convinced Dray to move to the Ottawa Metroplex a few months ago, set him up in this nice apartment, but outside of a couple of petty jobs to keep some meager nutrisoy products on the table and pay for his gym membership; work had been slim.

He looked out of this living room window, watching as the nightlife started to pick up over the valley before rendering the windows opaque. Most of rush-hour traffic would be over, shouldn't take Dray more than a half hour to get downtown to Smith's small office. He grabbed his pocket computer, a light jacket and headed out the door.

Jean-Paul's Shop, Outskirts of Kanata
June 16, 7:55 PM

Jason chuckles slightly as he observes "It always does seem to come in next week. Perhaps I should be less impatient, and it would feel like it was not quite as long.

About your friend, though. You know i'm always up for a hunt... as long as i can agree on the prey." He pauses for a moment. "I am not an assassin, after all." He adds quietly, as if it brings back an uncomfortable memory.

"But enough about the past, let us talk about the present. What exactly did you have in mind, Jean-Paul? Someone's daughter bugging them for a pony, again?"

Jean-Paul's Shop, Outskirts of Kanata
June 16, 7:55 PM


Jean-Paul gives Jason a long, hard look.

"This is serious, Jason. I don't know what these guys want, but I hear that whatever it is, it's going to make some waves, shake things up a little. They need a little extra manpower, and asked me if I had any friends who knew their way around nonlethals. First name I thought of was yours."

He rummages around under the counter, pulling out a yellow legal pad covered in illegible Quebecois scrawl. He writes a cell phone number on the back of the first page, rips it off and hands it to you.

"Call this. Ask for Mr. Tremblay. Tell them I sent you. Bonne chance."

June 16, 2056, 7:54 PM
Amy Shelton's Apartment

Amy tossed her bag on desk, and sat down on the edge of her bed. It had been a miserable week. With any luck Two-Tone was calling with something which might make a good story. Cause if she didn't get some scratch together soon, even this tiny studio would be beyond her means. She hit her speed dial for TT's number, and hummed to herselfw while the phone rang.

Mr. Smith's Office
June 16, 8:20 PM

Dray stood impatiently outside the stairwell, and pushed the buzzer a third time. Finally, he heard the voice over the intercom. "Who is it?"

"It's Dray. Open the frakking door already."

A harsh beep sounded from the door frame, followed by a loud clicking. Dray pulled the door open and tromped up the stairs.

John Smith is sitting in front of his desk, idly tapping the terminal. "Sorry--we've had a bit of a problem with the building wiring. Rats, or mice, or something. Now, about that job."

Smith tapped his pocket secretary, idly flicking the stylus against the plastic of the screen.

"So, I don't know anything about these guys. I tried asking some questions, doing some legwork, nothing. They're probably out-of-towners, that's all I know. The money's good, though.

You up for it?"

June 16, 2056, 7:56 PM
Amy Shelton's Apartment

Two-tone picked up after the third ring. "Oh, hi, Amy, what's a girl like you doing in on a night like tonight? It is gorgeous outside, go out, find a nice boy, go have some fun after we're done here.

Anyways, like I was saying. Word is, some out of towners are looking for someone good with a camera, and all the talent agencies are hard up these days--if you're interested, I'll forward you the information. How about it, hun?"

Mr. Smith's Office
June 16, 8:30 PM

After waiting the rather brief and unforthcomming the spiel from Smith, Dray quirks and eyebrow. "You dragged me away from the beach, promising there was good work here in the Ontario... outside of handing me peanuts this is the best you got Smith?" This wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation recently.

Dray hangs his head, he needed the cash, rent was coming up and money was getting tight.... Smith knew that. Besides, this was Smith's version of 'probationary work'.. he'd done the same out the Maritimes, giving small jobs and working up, till he convinced Dray his talents were better served closer to the head office - where Dray spent time finishing his training and licensing.
"Well, can you at least tell me what the job is? What the digs are going to be like and if there's any local security on site I have to babysit?"
Dray didn't like too many unknowns, left too many holes to plan contingencies for. This wasn't Smith's usual MO to work for an unknown client... keeping things hushed, sure, but unknown? These guys must be packing some fair nuyen...

"Give me the lowdown, and I'll tell you if you've got your man."
That was pretty much saying 'Yes' to Smith.. once he got you talking, you were hooked on the job, but Dray needed to humour him just for the sake of the 'game'.

June 16, 2056, 7:56 PM
Amy Shelton's Apartment

"Me, a social life." Amy gave out a little snort, "not any time likely i'm afraid. That all takes money. Out of towners sounds a little vague though, is there anything else you can tell me about this deal before I cancel my busy schedule of eating chocolate flavored frozen soy-gurt from the carton?"

Amy rummaged through the mostly empty freezer while waiting for Two-Tones reply. Amy wasn't even sure if she HAD any soy-gurt. Or much of anything else for that matter. Nope. So much for that. But she might have another ramen bowl over the sink. Did she? Yes she did. Score... Amy turn the faucet on, (you had to let the water run for awhile to avoid any grit in your water) before putting the kettle under it.

Jean-Paul's Shop, Outskirts of Kanata
June 16, 7:55 PM

Looking thoughtful, Jason adds the phone number into his cell as he finishes taking a final look around the store, picking up a couple of minor odds and ends to refill used up supplies from his survival gear.

"Thanks for the referral Jean-Paul. You ever need anything, just give me a call, will you? And take care, buddy."

As he steps outside and gets into his Roadmaster, before starting the vehicle he calls the number.

When the call is answered, he says "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Tremblay. Could you let him know that a friend of Jean-Paul is on the line?"

Mr. Smith's Office
June 16, 8:30 PM

"All right. I don't know much--my friend is keeping his mouth firmly shut on this--but he wanted reliable 'people of conscience' for a night of work. 20k, 5 upfront and 15 on completion.

It's your call whether you want to take it or not, of course. But if you're interested...

9 PM tomorrow at the Kotobukiya restaurant, downtown. Dress up. Ask for Tremblay, party of six.

Should I let them know you're coming?

Outside Jean-Paul's Shop, Outskirts of Kanata
June 16, 7:55 PM

"One moment, please," a feminine voice intoned.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, a staticky voice comes on at the other end.

"8:30 PM. Kotobukiya downtown. Tremblay, party of five. Use a prepaid phone next time, Monsieur Freeman. "

The line goes dead.

June 16, 2056, 7:56 PM
Amy Shelton's Apartment

"So, hun, it's actually really straightforward. Some guys from some podunk station out Seattle way are looking for some stock footage, so they want someone to sit in a news van all day and babysit their equipment. Point the camera, roll the film, bring back the datacard. But get this--they want to do it in Rockcliffe Park. Housing association there don't like news vans, no siree bob.

I figured I'd do you a favor, give you first crack at it--you interested?"

Mr. Smith's Office
June 16, 8:33 PM

Dray gave a momentary pause. The truth was, he was storing the information in his headwear memory. That and he wanted to make Smith sweat a little.

"20k for one night, eh? Sounds serious." This is going to be one tough night... "You can relay the message to 'M. Tremblay' that I'll be there. Do I get my advance from you or from the client?" He emphasized the Johnson's name, knowing that it was probably as real as Smith's....

Well the stage is now set, lets see how the rest how the rest of the cast pans out.... Table of 6 meant there's be at least 2 or 3 more hires - depending on if the client has an assistant or two at the table.

June 16, 2056, 7:56 PM
Amy Shelton's Apartment

"Aight, well, I guess put me down as in. Are there any particulars." Amy crinkled her nose. It sounded pretty easy, all told. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she'd stuck a camera in the face of someone who didn't want to see themselves on Trid.