Full Version: Miami Vice
I'll have to see how the biz looks, but I'll let you know when I do.
Null sheen, omae. Keep your head down. Rey disconnects.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. On the other side of the door, stands a short little Asian beauty. She's wearing a short black skirt and a black tank top, no bra. She's holding a gallon carton of Double Chocolate Fudge and another small container of chocolate syrup..
Hey lover... can I come in?
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. On the other side of the door, stands a short little Asian beauty. She's wearing a short black skirt and a black tank top, no bra. She's holding a gallon carton of Double Chocolate Fudge and another small container of chocolate syrup..
Hey lover... can I come in?
Definitely
Cash has some ice cream.
Cash has some ice cream.
Sunny - Tuesday, May 14th, 2070: 1600 - Father's Restaraunt
Sunny goes directly to his father and lays his right hand on his shoulder.
Dad, I'm sure we can leave the kitchen open and prepare everything for tonight. All we have to cancel are the reservations between now and 6 pm. I'm sure the CSI guys will be done with their work then - it's not much to find anyway. No shot was fired and the only blood spilled came from the man who was beaten down. So sit back and get yourself a cool beer.
The elf gestures to the others to get his father and himself a cold beer. Looking to the troll officer, he smiles.
Can we provide with another free drink? No alcohol while on duty, but maybe iced tea? Would it be ok if we continue to work in the kitchen while your collegues are in the main room?
Sunny goes directly to his father and lays his right hand on his shoulder.
Dad, I'm sure we can leave the kitchen open and prepare everything for tonight. All we have to cancel are the reservations between now and 6 pm. I'm sure the CSI guys will be done with their work then - it's not much to find anyway. No shot was fired and the only blood spilled came from the man who was beaten down. So sit back and get yourself a cool beer.
The elf gestures to the others to get his father and himself a cold beer. Looking to the troll officer, he smiles.
Can we provide with another free drink? No alcohol while on duty, but maybe iced tea? Would it be ok if we continue to work in the kitchen while your collegues are in the main room?
The troll regards you for a long moment before placing a hand on your back and moving you out of ear shot. He takes a look at his AR screen for a moment and then turns back to you.
Listen, pal. Make this easy on you and your Pops. You know how this works. We come in, you pay up and we go out. End of story. Nice and easy. It says here you got your own little place in the IA books, I don't think I need to say any more, right, omae?
For a moment, what he says doesn't seem to register.. and then it sinks in. A bribe. They want a bribe to go away.
Listen, pal. Make this easy on you and your Pops. You know how this works. We come in, you pay up and we go out. End of story. Nice and easy. It says here you got your own little place in the IA books, I don't think I need to say any more, right, omae?
For a moment, what he says doesn't seem to register.. and then it sinks in. A bribe. They want a bribe to go away.
Clear as ice to me, but giving you money in front of the others might have been not the most clever thing.
Sunny gives the troll a fair amount of cash. Sometimes I miss the old times. And sometimes it sucks when they come back.
Sunny gives the troll a fair amount of cash. Sometimes I miss the old times. And sometimes it sucks when they come back.
The troll looks down at the cash in his hand. That's a good start, but I'm thinking that you're going to be wanting our insurance package. You know, make sure no one starts associating this classy little place with blood and gore. Shit like that will really turn you off your spaghetti, you know? And I think you're going to want to make sure that the staff that works here gets home safe, all nice and warm in their cozy little beds. Lucky for you, we're running a special today.
12, 000. And trust me, that's a discount. The troll regards you with a smile.
12, 000. And trust me, that's a discount. The troll regards you with a smile.
Sunny raises an eyebrow in surprise. Your prices have gone skywards, it seems. And the whole situations smells like a setup to me. Nothing I would have done in my days...
He gives the troll a cold stare.
He gives the troll a cold stare.
The troll laughs. Yeah, well... these ain't your days, are they, Pops? So, what's it gonna be? You gonna play the game or are we going to have to see how closely you guys adhere to the fire code around here?
I will give you the option of rolling Intimidation against the troll. You will have modifiers but anything's possible, right?
I will give you the option of rolling Intimidation against the troll. You will have modifiers but anything's possible, right?
Ah, frag it. Where's the point in kicking you in the butt and out of here, when you'll come back? So I think we have deal.
The troll snorts and laughs, like the idea of you kicking his butt amuses him. He holds out his hand for the rest of the cash.
Why don't you go ahead and throw another 300 in there so you don't have an accident while we're standing here? He smiles broadly, showing his pearly white tusks.
Why don't you go ahead and throw another
300 in there so you don't have an accident while we're standing here? He smiles broadly, showing his pearly white tusks.
You can be sure that I know how to defend myself. 300 is a little much for a poser like you. But I'll give you 100 for the attempt.
Sunny takes the last cash he finds in his pockets and gives it to the troll.
is a little much for a poser like you. But I'll give you 100 for the attempt. Sunny takes the last cash he finds in his pockets and gives it to the troll.
The troll sizes you up, looking highly displeased with the 'poser' remark. He stands there for a moment and then swings.
The troll gets the first action, but roll your unarmed combat skill to defend yourself
The troll gets the first action, but roll your unarmed combat skill to defend yourself
Unarmed Combat
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Troll Attack
Much to the trolls' shock, you block his hit easily. Ohh... you're gonna get it now. The troll roars back.
Initiative: Troll got 8
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Much to the trolls' shock, you block his hit easily. Ohh... you're gonna get it now. The troll roars back.
Initiative: Troll got 8
Oh come on, let's stop it here. You posed, I posed, now everyones ego has been satisfied.
Initiative
Unarmed Combat
Sunny tries to lock the troll without hurting him.
Initiative
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Unarmed Combat
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Sunny tries to lock the troll without hurting him.
You're not getting it out of it that easy, you fragging keeb.
Unarmed Combat + Reaction
Now, normally Trolls get a +1 to reach but in this enclosed space I'm not going to give it to him but, I'm not going to give him any minuses either
Unarmed Combat + Reaction
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Now, normally Trolls get a +1 to reach but in this enclosed space I'm not going to give it to him but, I'm not going to give him any minuses either
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Listen, sucker. Don't try to fuck this restaurant and the people around here too much. Otherwise we'll finish this one once and for all. Now grab the money and get your sorry ass out here!
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As the troll comes down at you, you manage to get behind him and twist his arms up and around, locking him down and bringing him to his knees. Just then you hear the sounds of boot on tile and another officer walks into the room. Seeing you holding onto the troll, he pulls his service pistol and aims it at you.
Let him go!
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Sunny raises his arms. Slowly. Very slowly.
The officer looks at the troll in disgust.
Officer Leonard, get the hell out of here. The troll nods and smoothly gathers the money in one beefy paw as he stands. As he walks out, you can see him pocket it.
Are you allright? The cop looks at you with a mixture of concern and guilt. You know that look, you wore it yourself at least a hundred times on your careening decline into unemployment.
Officer Leonard, get the hell out of here. The troll nods and smoothly gathers the money in one beefy paw as he stands. As he walks out, you can see him pocket it.
Are you allright? The cop looks at you with a mixture of concern and guilt. You know that look, you wore it yourself at least a hundred times on your careening decline into unemployment.
Yeah, I'm fine. We just had a misunderstanding, but nothing serious.
The officer nods, obviously relieved that you're not going to cause a scene.
Listen, if you need anything... let me know. My name's Jones. Aaron Jones. Here's my card. Your commlink beeps with the transmission.
He smiles weakly and heads out of the resteraunt. A few moments later, your father rushes back to where you are. He looks pale and weak. My boy... did they hurt you?
Listen, if you need anything... let me know. My name's Jones. Aaron Jones. Here's my card. Your commlink beeps with the transmission.
He smiles weakly and heads out of the resteraunt. A few moments later, your father rushes back to where you are. He looks pale and weak. My boy... did they hurt you?
Sunny nods to officer Jones and even gives him an understanding smile. Thanks, officer.
Before Sunny turns around to his father, he pauses for a brief moment and takes a deep breath. Dad looks weak today. Fraggin' troll.
No, he didn't hurt me. He thought I was making a move to attack him and he overreacted, but he didn't know that I learned a bit of self-defense in my cop days. Don't think about it, dad. Let's get back to work - we have a restaurant to cater!
Before Sunny turns around to his father, he pauses for a brief moment and takes a deep breath. Dad looks weak today. Fraggin' troll.
No, he didn't hurt me. He thought I was making a move to attack him and he overreacted, but he didn't know that I learned a bit of self-defense in my cop days. Don't think about it, dad. Let's get back to work - we have a restaurant to cater!
Your dad still looks haggard. How much did you give him, son? (OOC: MUST name your character!!)
OOC: later today I'll have a name
1,000. For this month. They want it on every month from now on. I think the whole incident was a setup - and I'm gonna find out who the three people were and ask them a couple of questions.
1,000
. For this month. They want it on every month from now on. I think the whole incident was a setup - and I'm gonna find out who the three people were and ask them a couple of questions.
Your father sags a little but seems to come to his senses after a moment. All right, we'll handle it, manage somehow. Thank you, son, for being here. I appreciate it. Can you stay and help in the kitchen? I think Paulie's having a heart attack. Your father moves back into the kitchen, yelling over the din of pots and pans and cutlery clashing again.
You dying, Paulie? Can you stay?
Yeah, I'm good. *gasp* I got the Rigatoni for table 7!
It looks like things are going to be okay.. but you, you need a job.. and soon.
You dying, Paulie? Can you stay?
Yeah, I'm good. *gasp* I got the Rigatoni for table 7!
It looks like things are going to be okay.. but you, you need a job.. and soon.
Neit, Diamond Lil's, Wednesday May 15, 6:05
Neit gives Felix an feined injured look.
That obvious hey? Well I do owe you dinner, you've given me some good work over the last few month, and well with this latest happening was interested to know just what the story is. As they say curisosity killed the cat... just I don't intend dieing just yet.
Neit gives Felix an feined injured look.
That obvious hey? Well I do owe you dinner, you've given me some good work over the last few month, and well with this latest happening was interested to know just what the story is. As they say curisosity killed the cat... just I don't intend dieing just yet.
Neit, Wednesday May 15, 6:05, Diamond Lil's
Felix chuckles. You got a good eye for presentation, my man. A good eye. Mixing business with pleasure ain't a problem. Felix leans in closer, his arms resting on the table.
Word is, the Feds got to someone on the inside. Someone high up in the food chain, if you know what I mean. The family's scramblin to cover up their dirty laundry... especially with all this talk of something big going down. I know of quite a few wise guys gonna be found stuffed in suitcases and floating in the bay, pretty quick here. There's a serious market going for any intel on the informant. Word is Pietro himself has put up a 2 million reward. Could be big biz, my man. Big biz. Felix settles himself back into the chair and takes a sip of his wine.
Felix chuckles. You got a good eye for presentation, my man. A good eye. Mixing business with pleasure ain't a problem. Felix leans in closer, his arms resting on the table.
Word is, the Feds got to someone on the inside. Someone high up in the food chain, if you know what I mean. The family's scramblin to cover up their dirty laundry... especially with all this talk of something big going down. I know of quite a few wise guys gonna be found stuffed in suitcases and floating in the bay, pretty quick here. There's a serious market going for any intel on the informant. Word is Pietro himself has put up a 2 million reward. Could be big biz, my man. Big biz. Felix settles himself back into the chair and takes a sip of his wine.
Charlie - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 1200 - Inside Shadowland
The New Orleans node bustles with activity, floats glide by with icons throwing beads and golden coins. In the background, low and sultry jazz plays from a hundred different "bars" along the strip and you can see the odd assortment of virtual palm readers and fortune tellers. There's even a small kiosk for 'virtual voodoo dolls'... but all that seems to fade as you search for a current jobs listing in Miami.
Soon you find yourself standing on a virtual beach, the ocean gently lapping at white sandy shores and the sun setting in vivid color over the water. You can feel the sea spray and the suns' heat, you can even smell the salty tang in the air. The iconography is incredible.
Something hits your foot and you look down. Bobbing in the water are hundreds of bottles, each holding a scroll of paper. As you look at them, a small crab crawls out of the water and nudges your foot. On it's shell is a Search Jobs menu listing.
Please set your search parameters. Local: Miami (Y/N); Wetwork Acceptable: (Y/N); Group Dynamic or Solo: (G/S). There also appears to be an Advanced Search function that lets you search by Date, Promised Payout, and Johnson. .
The New Orleans node bustles with activity, floats glide by with icons throwing beads and golden coins. In the background, low and sultry jazz plays from a hundred different "bars" along the strip and you can see the odd assortment of virtual palm readers and fortune tellers. There's even a small kiosk for 'virtual voodoo dolls'... but all that seems to fade as you search for a current jobs listing in Miami.
Soon you find yourself standing on a virtual beach, the ocean gently lapping at white sandy shores and the sun setting in vivid color over the water. You can feel the sea spray and the suns' heat, you can even smell the salty tang in the air. The iconography is incredible.
Something hits your foot and you look down. Bobbing in the water are hundreds of bottles, each holding a scroll of paper. As you look at them, a small crab crawls out of the water and nudges your foot. On it's shell is a Search Jobs menu listing.
Please set your search parameters. Local: Miami (Y/N); Wetwork Acceptable: (Y/N); Group Dynamic or Solo: (G/S). There also appears to be an Advanced Search function that lets you search by Date, Promised Payout, and Johnson. .
Shell - Tuesday May 14th, 2070 - Twiggy's Girls Galore
Shell just grunts at the youngst repeatedly calling him pops, but he perks up at the mention of Candy wanting a word.
Sure thing, kid, I'll show myself back inna sec., his voice the sound like gravel after the years of drinking and other less people friendly hobbies. As he stands his 'link automatically transfers the funds to cover his drinks.
Banging back the finally drink, he drags himself to his feet and makes his way towards the back room, nodding to the girls as he does. Looking good Honey, Candice. How's Bunny, her ankle better?
And heading into the backroom, he sees Candy. What's up Candy hear you wanted a word? Got someone you need visiting?
Shell just grunts at the youngst repeatedly calling him pops, but he perks up at the mention of Candy wanting a word.
Sure thing, kid, I'll show myself back inna sec., his voice the sound like gravel after the years of drinking and other less people friendly hobbies. As he stands his 'link automatically transfers the funds to cover his drinks.
Banging back the finally drink, he drags himself to his feet and makes his way towards the back room, nodding to the girls as he does. Looking good Honey, Candice. How's Bunny, her ankle better?
And heading into the backroom, he sees Candy. What's up Candy hear you wanted a word? Got someone you need visiting?
Charlie, Wenesday, May 15th 1200hrs Shadowland
Charlie looks around him at the construct, not bad he thinks. Setting the search parameters to Local: Miami/ Y, he pauses before setting the Wetwork to Y and the Group option, he opens the Advanced search options and sets the date option to Wenesday May 15th. The crab ambles off into the sea. He waits for the bot to come back.
Charlie looks around him at the construct, not bad he thinks. Setting the search parameters to Local: Miami/ Y, he pauses before setting the Wetwork to Y and the Group option, he opens the Advanced search options and sets the date option to Wenesday May 15th. The crab ambles off into the sea. He waits for the bot to come back.
Shell - Tuesday May 14th, 2070: 1100 - Twiggy's Girls Galore
Candy looks up from where she's sitting. When she does it's all you can do to stop from wretching. The woman looks like drek. Her eyes are both battered almost entirely closed, the brusing has gone from a deep ugly blue to a vicious looking purple that extends down to a very obviously broken nose. She sobs a little as you look at her and then stands up, closing her robe around her.
I... didn't know who else to talk to... I ... Shell... he hurt me.. he hurt me bad. He took everything I have. Candy's dissolving restraint finally gives and she ends up sobbing on your arm, her tears soaking your shirt.
You have to help me, Shell. He's going to kill me, I know it. You have to do something. You're the only one I know that can help me, Shell.
Candy looks up from where she's sitting. When she does it's all you can do to stop from wretching. The woman looks like drek. Her eyes are both battered almost entirely closed, the brusing has gone from a deep ugly blue to a vicious looking purple that extends down to a very obviously broken nose. She sobs a little as you look at her and then stands up, closing her robe around her.
I... didn't know who else to talk to... I ... Shell... he hurt me.. he hurt me bad. He took everything I have. Candy's dissolving restraint finally gives and she ends up sobbing on your arm, her tears soaking your shirt.
You have to help me, Shell. He's going to kill me, I know it. You have to do something. You're the only one I know that can help me, Shell.
Charlie, Wenesday, May 15th 1200hrs Shadowland
As the crab scuttles into the water, a few of the bottles float away, replaced by others bouncing around at your feet. One in particular catches your eye. One bottle contains a piece of red parchment and seems to be glowing from within. There are several other bottles with the same appearance bobbing along the shore line. Reading the text scrolling by on the crab's shell, it tells you that the bottles with red paper are of a time sensitive nature.
As the crab scuttles into the water, a few of the bottles float away, replaced by others bouncing around at your feet. One in particular catches your eye. One bottle contains a piece of red parchment and seems to be glowing from within. There are several other bottles with the same appearance bobbing along the shore line. Reading the text scrolling by on the crab's shell, it tells you that the bottles with red paper are of a time sensitive nature.
Sunny - Tuesday, May 14th, 2070:- Father's Restaraunt
Sunny gladly takes the oppurtinity to work the rest of the evening and half of night in the kitchen. While his hands have something to do, his mind is free and starts thinking about job opportunities. Another smuggling run? Hm. Last one wasn't smooth and I heard the Azzies are building up a stronger fleet in the bay. And donw the islands is no option at the moment too. Not after the "Chicken Incident". That leaves not much, but a run here in Miami....
After the last customer has left the restaurant and the staff is beginning to clean up the main room and the kitchen, Sunny has a look for his father. Dad, I'll look for a job that pays good. Maybe I can work as door steward or security on a club. I'll let you know as soon as I've found something. Don't worry, nothing illegal.
He gives his dad a touch on the shoulder and leaves. Wonder how much dad knows about my "security" jobs.
Sunny takes a afterwork drink in a nearby bar and takes a cab to his apartment afterwards.
Sunny gladly takes the oppurtinity to work the rest of the evening and half of night in the kitchen. While his hands have something to do, his mind is free and starts thinking about job opportunities. Another smuggling run? Hm. Last one wasn't smooth and I heard the Azzies are building up a stronger fleet in the bay. And donw the islands is no option at the moment too. Not after the "Chicken Incident". That leaves not much, but a run here in Miami....
After the last customer has left the restaurant and the staff is beginning to clean up the main room and the kitchen, Sunny has a look for his father. Dad, I'll look for a job that pays good. Maybe I can work as door steward or security on a club. I'll let you know as soon as I've found something. Don't worry, nothing illegal.
He gives his dad a touch on the shoulder and leaves. Wonder how much dad knows about my "security" jobs.
Sunny takes a afterwork drink in a nearby bar and takes a cab to his apartment afterwards.
Shell - Tuesday May 14th, 2070 - Twiggy's Girls Galore
Holy crap, that's not good
Feeling things he thought dead and buried, Shell wraps his large arms around the sobbing Candy hugging her tightly but carefully.
There, there Candy. Shhhh, shhh it'll be alright....
Standing there for a while whispering calming nothings until she calmed down again, Shell's mind was working itself rapidly up to the point of breaking people. He forced his voice to stay calm and once she calmed down he tried to get what information she could give.
I'll make it better Candy I promise. Just tell who and where he is, I'll get your stuff back and make sure he knows not to ever bother you again.
Or anyone for that matter....
Holy crap, that's not good
Feeling things he thought dead and buried, Shell wraps his large arms around the sobbing Candy hugging her tightly but carefully.
There, there Candy. Shhhh, shhh it'll be alright....
Standing there for a while whispering calming nothings until she calmed down again, Shell's mind was working itself rapidly up to the point of breaking people. He forced his voice to stay calm and once she calmed down he tried to get what information she could give.
I'll make it better Candy I promise. Just tell who and where he is, I'll get your stuff back and make sure he knows not to ever bother you again.
Or anyone for that matter....
Charlie, Wenesday, May 15th 1200hrs Shadowland
Reaching down for the bottle at his feet, he opens an AR window to check the time. Drek he thinks. Got to get moving. He sends a copy request to the system to copy the message in the bottle, then he executes a quick logoff.
What Passes for Reality:
Charlie stands in front of the cafe, streching out the kinks from surfing for so long, He makes his way back to his apt. Entering the apt he quickly makes himself a soywich and a glass of soymilk. Sitting on his couch he checks his commlink for the meesage he copied.
Reaching down for the bottle at his feet, he opens an AR window to check the time. Drek he thinks. Got to get moving. He sends a copy request to the system to copy the message in the bottle, then he executes a quick logoff.
What Passes for Reality:
Charlie stands in front of the cafe, streching out the kinks from surfing for so long, He makes his way back to his apt. Entering the apt he quickly makes himself a soywich and a glass of soymilk. Sitting on his couch he checks his commlink for the meesage he copied.
Sunny - Tuesday, May 15th, 2070: 1100 - At home
Sunny awakes in his bed and feels like getting hit by a ten ton hammer last night. You're getting old. What about a new lifestyle?
He shivers by the thought of becoming a middle-aged wageslave with small apartment, stupid wive and the statistically 1.3 children.
Not now, not never. Time for a little rock'n'roll instead.
Sunny walks into the kitchen and starts the coffee machine. While it's running, he checks his mailbox.
Sunny awakes in his bed and feels like getting hit by a ten ton hammer last night. You're getting old. What about a new lifestyle?
He shivers by the thought of becoming a middle-aged wageslave with small apartment, stupid wive and the statistically 1.3 children.
Not now, not never. Time for a little rock'n'roll instead.
Sunny walks into the kitchen and starts the coffee machine. While it's running, he checks his mailbox.
Neit, Wednesday May 15, 6:05, Diamond Lil's
Neit raises his eyebrows slightly and gives a low whistle. 2 Mil hey, definitely keeping an ear to the ground for. Well hope you are not lined up for any of those suitcases. Would hate to have to find someone new to buy steaks for.
Neit takes a sip of his wine, beckoning to Ruby he indicates they are ready to order.
Neit raises his eyebrows slightly and gives a low whistle. 2 Mil hey, definitely keeping an ear to the ground for. Well hope you are not lined up for any of those suitcases. Would hate to have to find someone new to buy steaks for.
Neit takes a sip of his wine, beckoning to Ruby he indicates they are ready to order.
Charlie, Wenesday, May 15th 1200hrs Shadowland
The Operation: Extraction (Unwilling)
Meet Location: The Ink & Paint Club, 21:30
Meet Contact: Mr. Lincoln
Operation Payment: Over 20K each.
Operation Details: Operation involves travel. Operation will have a three week timetable. Bonus will be provided for stealth and timeliness of operation completion.
Two remaning positions on team open. To RSVP: Return contact information to following LTG.
The message lists a blind drop box LTG number located on the Miami grid.
The Operation: Extraction (Unwilling)
Meet Location: The Ink & Paint Club, 21:30
Meet Contact: Mr. Lincoln
Operation Payment: Over 20K
each. Operation Details: Operation involves travel. Operation will have a three week timetable. Bonus will be provided for stealth and timeliness of operation completion.
Two remaning positions on team open. To RSVP: Return contact information to following LTG.
The message lists a blind drop box LTG number located on the Miami grid.
Sunny - Wednesday, May 15th, 2070: 1100 - At home
Stumbling into your kitchen, the smell of soycaf greets you like a warm friend. Thank God for newfangled tech, neh? Grabbing a cup, you take a look at you commlink and are surprised to find the little red alert icon blinking at you. Checking the message, it's from Rizzo Spinelli. Rizzo's a made man within the Gambione family, part of Pietro's crew.. or whatever is left of it now that Pietro's in the slammer. You and he did some work together a while back and made an uneasy friendship. A guy like Rizzo's always working an angle, always looking to make his mark. It makes it hard to trust a guy like that. Either way, his message sounds promising, as does the offer of cred up front.
Hey Sun, it's the Riz. Listen, I heard from a little bird that some of the higher ups are looking for some work to get done. They're having a thing down at the Ink & Paint Club tonight. 9:30. I mentioned your name, they sounded interested. Be there. The amount of money they're talking... nothing shabby at all, you know what I mean? Plus, I hears they're talking half up front, real professional like. So, go and oh, Sun... do me a favor... dress to the nines, ya know. This place is snazzed! You should see the gazongas on their hostess... *beep* Riz's message is cut off mid-sentence... and it's probably a good thing too. The last thing you need to be doing is checking out the waitress' rack while you're there on real biz.
Stumbling into your kitchen, the smell of soycaf greets you like a warm friend. Thank God for newfangled tech, neh? Grabbing a cup, you take a look at you commlink and are surprised to find the little red alert icon blinking at you. Checking the message, it's from Rizzo Spinelli. Rizzo's a made man within the Gambione family, part of Pietro's crew.. or whatever is left of it now that Pietro's in the slammer. You and he did some work together a while back and made an uneasy friendship. A guy like Rizzo's always working an angle, always looking to make his mark. It makes it hard to trust a guy like that. Either way, his message sounds promising, as does the offer of cred up front.
Hey Sun, it's the Riz. Listen, I heard from a little bird that some of the higher ups are looking for some work to get done. They're having a thing down at the Ink & Paint Club tonight. 9:30. I mentioned your name, they sounded interested. Be there. The amount of money they're talking... nothing shabby at all, you know what I mean? Plus, I hears they're talking half up front, real professional like. So, go and oh, Sun... do me a favor... dress to the nines, ya know. This place is snazzed! You should see the gazongas on their hostess... *beep* Riz's message is cut off mid-sentence... and it's probably a good thing too. The last thing you need to be doing is checking out the waitress' rack while you're there on real biz.
Shell - Tuesday May 14th, 2070 - Twiggy's Girls Galore
Candy stops sobbing for a moment to stare at you like some goddamed trid hero. You can feel your ego inflate from the amount of adoration in her gaze.
Really, Shell? You would. I knew I could count on you. I knew you'd do right by me.... It's Diego Riviera, Shell. He's the one who did this to me.
You can feel your heart sink and your stomach lurch. It would be Diego Riviera, one of the most protected and most feared men in Miami. He was a throwback from the Cuban drug cartel heyday but he still was a force to be reckoned with. He ruled from on high on the Caso di Diablo mesa in Eastern Miami, a man with a serious taste for every kind of vice the city offered. A man like Diego, it was a wonder Candy wasn't dead.
Candy stops sobbing for a moment to stare at you like some goddamed trid hero. You can feel your ego inflate from the amount of adoration in her gaze.
Really, Shell? You would. I knew I could count on you. I knew you'd do right by me.... It's Diego Riviera, Shell. He's the one who did this to me.
You can feel your heart sink and your stomach lurch. It would be Diego Riviera, one of the most protected and most feared men in Miami. He was a throwback from the Cuban drug cartel heyday but he still was a force to be reckoned with. He ruled from on high on the Caso di Diablo mesa in Eastern Miami, a man with a serious taste for every kind of vice the city offered. A man like Diego, it was a wonder Candy wasn't dead.
Neit, Wednesday May 15, 6:05, Diamond Lil's
Felix smiles as Ruby hastens away from your table, your orders going with her.
After she's out of ear shot, he leans in again.
If you're really interested, I might be able to get you a line on work that could bring in those 2 mil.... Of course, to make money you gotta spend money. The information's not going to come cheap.
Felix sits back and smiles, relishing his opportunity to have the upper hand.
Felix smiles as Ruby hastens away from your table, your orders going with her.
After she's out of ear shot, he leans in again.
If you're really interested, I might be able to get you a line on work that could bring in those 2 mil.... Of course, to make money you gotta spend money. The information's not going to come cheap.
Felix sits back and smiles, relishing his opportunity to have the upper hand.
Charlie, 1300hrs, Home.
Reading through the message again the elf thinks Nice payout for an extract. I wonder who the target is? Standing up he grabs his dishes and put them in the sink to be washed. Charlie sends a quick confirmation message to the LTG number. He runs his hand through his hair Hmm plenty of time he muses. He removes his rumpled suit and tosses it in the washer/dryer. He grabs a quick shower, toweling off he starts getting ready. He tosses his brass knuckles, combat baton, stun baton, First Aid kit, and his chip case into the his battered briefcase. He checks the laundry and finds his suit freshly cleaned. He dresses quickly. Better call Mom, so she doen't send the Star out here He dials mother's work link. "You have reached the office of Maeve Whitmore, I'm not here right now so please leave a message" states his mothers voice. "Hello mother, it's Charles, good news, I have a temporary position with a small security firm. But it looks like it might be out of state, so I won't be around for Friday dinner or temple for a few weeks. Call me if you need to, I'll call when I come home. I love you, good bye." He concludes his call, finishes dressing, shoves a deck of cards and a pack of chips into the pockets of his suit and sets out for the bus station.
Reading through the message again the elf thinks Nice payout for an extract. I wonder who the target is? Standing up he grabs his dishes and put them in the sink to be washed. Charlie sends a quick confirmation message to the LTG number. He runs his hand through his hair Hmm plenty of time he muses. He removes his rumpled suit and tosses it in the washer/dryer. He grabs a quick shower, toweling off he starts getting ready. He tosses his brass knuckles, combat baton, stun baton, First Aid kit, and his chip case into the his battered briefcase. He checks the laundry and finds his suit freshly cleaned. He dresses quickly. Better call Mom, so she doen't send the Star out here He dials mother's work link. "You have reached the office of Maeve Whitmore, I'm not here right now so please leave a message" states his mothers voice. "Hello mother, it's Charles, good news, I have a temporary position with a small security firm. But it looks like it might be out of state, so I won't be around for Friday dinner or temple for a few weeks. Call me if you need to, I'll call when I come home. I love you, good bye." He concludes his call, finishes dressing, shoves a deck of cards and a pack of chips into the pockets of his suit and sets out for the bus station.
Charlie, Wednesday May 15th 2070: 1500hrs, Bus Station
Sighing in frustration for what seems like the fourth time in fifteen minutes, you drop your head forward into your hands. You've been on this same damned bus for the last hour and a half... all because some stupid punk kid tried to make the big time by trying to hijack it from it's programmed route.
Now, Knight Errant officers are hosing what's left of him off the steps and getting witness statements from hysterical passengers. To top it all off, they seem to be doing random ID checks on everyone as well. Thankfully, yours is in order but you'd be willing to bet next weeks' paycheck that more then half of the passengers are sweating bullets by now... all of which adds up to a potentially very unpleasant situation.
The worst part of it all? KE seems to think that someone was working with the kid, and so the question/interview process seems to take ten times longer then it should.
Checking your watch, you sigh again. So much for this afternoon.
Sighing in frustration for what seems like the fourth time in fifteen minutes, you drop your head forward into your hands. You've been on this same damned bus for the last hour and a half... all because some stupid punk kid tried to make the big time by trying to hijack it from it's programmed route.
Now, Knight Errant officers are hosing what's left of him off the steps and getting witness statements from hysterical passengers. To top it all off, they seem to be doing random ID checks on everyone as well. Thankfully, yours is in order but you'd be willing to bet next weeks' paycheck that more then half of the passengers are sweating bullets by now... all of which adds up to a potentially very unpleasant situation.
The worst part of it all? KE seems to think that someone was working with the kid, and so the question/interview process seems to take ten times longer then it should.
Checking your watch, you sigh again. So much for this afternoon.
Cash - Wednesday May 15th, 1800 - The Elephant Bar
Metting Aisha for drinks after work so that she can say "thanks" was Cash's idea, but he let her pitch it. Sitting at the bar, looking her over having a beer, fresh off of work, now that's a good idea. Finding ways to kill time until 2100, an even better one.
So someone go postal at the office today? You're pounding that one down pretty well.
Metting Aisha for drinks after work so that she can say "thanks" was Cash's idea, but he let her pitch it. Sitting at the bar, looking her over having a beer, fresh off of work, now that's a good idea. Finding ways to kill time until 2100, an even better one.
So someone go postal at the office today? You're pounding that one down pretty well.
Cash - Wednesday May 15th, 1800 - The Elephant Bar
Aisha looks up, almost guiltily, a slight semi circle of condensation still glistening on her upper lip. She smiles and licks it off.
I suppose you're right. I'm sorry. I'm being a terrible conversationalist tonight. Your flowers were beautiful. Thank you, again. She smiles again, but it doesn't seem to reach her eyes. She looks tired, almost haggard. Her expensive suit is wrinkled and there are dark circles under her eyes... almost impossibly, she still looks stunning. Maybe more so because she looks so vulnerable right now. It's hard not to want to reach out to her and hold her.
Aisha looks up, almost guiltily, a slight semi circle of condensation still glistening on her upper lip. She smiles and licks it off.
I suppose you're right. I'm sorry. I'm being a terrible conversationalist tonight. Your flowers were beautiful. Thank you, again. She smiles again, but it doesn't seem to reach her eyes. She looks tired, almost haggard. Her expensive suit is wrinkled and there are dark circles under her eyes... almost impossibly, she still looks stunning. Maybe more so because she looks so vulnerable right now. It's hard not to want to reach out to her and hold her.
Cash runs a finger kunckle gently down her cheek.
It's no problem. Tell me about your day. I probably can't help, but at least you can let off some steam.
It's no problem. Tell me about your day. I probably can't help, but at least you can let off some steam.
Aisha smiles. It's my boss. Oldest story in the book really. He wants more then I'm really willing or able to give... professionally and personally. He's wound so tight with this new case that he snaps at everyone.. Aisha slides her index finger around the lip of the bottle.. especially me. We had an badly thought out affair a few years ago... and he's been after me ever since. It's all really chaotic and frustrating. Plus, his new "star" witness has suddenly become uncooperative... Aisha leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. Word is that Pietro Gambione has put a 2 million dollar bounty on his head. Aisha stops short and her eyes widen. She sits back in her chair suddenly, taking a long draught of her beer. It's obvious that she thinks she's said to much.
Cash lets out a low whistle.
Wow... yeah that's quite a load.
You should get rid of your boss you ask me. Sexual Harassment and all that. Hell I could take care of things if you want. You're handling that much work, you should get more out of it. 'Specially all this mob business. They don't pay you enough for that crap.
Wow... yeah that's quite a load.
You should get rid of your boss you ask me. Sexual Harassment and all that. Hell I could take care of things if you want. You're handling that much work, you should get more out of it. 'Specially all this mob business. They don't pay you enough for that crap.
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