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Post by Braddoc on Sept 12, 2006 22:21:00 GMT -5
Gunther waited and observes from his position the numerous employees leaving the fenced compound of the Agri-soy corporation. Most seems to be factory workers, they had 'normal' cars and pick-ups, dressed in regular clothing. A few were dressed a bit more sharply and had nice (or at the very least newer-looking) vehicles, probably part of the office staff. In 10, 15 minutes, the parking lot was almost empty, there was 6 vehicles remaining, which Gunther looked at them, and looked and looked, getting a bit impatient waiting for Rice.
AT 5:31 on his van's radio clock, The Troll saw what he was there for; Joshua Rice. He was in his late twenties, dresses in the typical Johnson black suit/white shirt fashion. A pair of fancy-looking' sunglasses was resting his brushed back short hair. The only thing that seemed out of the picture was his pair of hiking boots on his feet. The young Exec got inside a small black convertible jeep and exited the Agry-Soy propriety, driving South-South-East toward the village of Monroe.
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 13, 2006 21:25:50 GMT -5
Before reaching High Bridge, Rice took a wide left run. Following him half a kilometers away, Gunther turned, jerking the steering wheel when he saw that the human tried to evitate a large pothole, which looked more like an artillery crater..
The jeep drove north for 5-10 minutes, passing a still-standing stone bridge, keeping on the border of the Rat's Nest. The Troll instinctively lowered his head as gunshots echoed in the Barrens night..no metal-to-metal sound was heard, no muzzle flare was seen, and they only lasted a few second:whoever fired was scaring someone away, or whoever was on the business end of the discharged weapon will be resting in a Ghoul's belly by morning.
About 5-6 blocks before reaching what seems like a darken barren field, Rice parked his vehicle in front of an old bowling alley. Gunther noticed some high stone wall with towers in the distance beyond the black filed..maybe about 4-5 miles from where Rice was stopped he'd reckon. The neighborhood wasn't that bad...at least harden lava wasn't all over the place. Most of the building were still standing, each had numerous amount of damage, from dark patches made from fire, to bullet holes, to normal decay..well normal for the Barrens..A few apartment buildings, some shady bar, and a fair amounts of homeless folks and prostitutes was all over. The Crash really turned this place around. It actually looked like it was a nice neighborhood back then.
Suddenly, the Troll's wrist felt like it was shaking. The biometric reader was acting up. Pushing the comms button, Gunther heard Bastion quite clearly, but like if was electronically altered, barely "Gunther? Bastion. It's been 30 minutes since you crossed the border, please tell me you manage to keep track of Rice's whereabouts." Summerfiled's voice came on. It was also electronically-altered, but much much more than Bastion's. "Don't count on us to come and pick out up if you took a wrong turn..Where are you?"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 14, 2006 21:48:20 GMT -5
Gunther walked a slow, steady pace toward the bowling alley, still fixing the alleyway rice walked into beside the browned bricked building, shifting his attention around him form time to time. The locals didn't seem to really noticed the Troll, the Puyallup fashion was pretty much the same in Redmond. The chromed bouncer in front of the local watering hole did seems to looked at him for a while, but looking tough for 8-10 hours straight does get boring, and a new face in the 'hood was easy to spot. Lucky for Gunther, the AR and combat Axe did make everybody else evade eye contacts or even looking in his general direction.
The main entrance to the bowling alley was barricaded with wooden planks and plywood, the back Alley rice moved into was darken heavily because of the falling sun, but thermal vision was pretty sweet for that. one heat source, Rice, was walking away, turning around here and there to look behind him. At the far end of the building, an Ork was leaning on the wall under the only working lightbulb in the area.
Gunther hid in the shadow of a mouse and stalked the Johnson. The human nodded to the Ork, which then waved Rice pass in the small alley behind the bowling alley. The sneaky stealthy troll was halfway to the Ork when he spotted a door swung to the side and quickly disappeared in a loud slam. Gunther stopped and listened, he didn't heard no footsteps. It came to his thought was he didn't want; Rice just entered the bowling alley. And even in the darkness, he doubted that he was still hidden from the Ork's view.
The Ork head's-up the Troll. He swung a Uzi III from his shoulder to his hip, his hand resting on the grip. "Wadda 'ya want? If it's trouble, 'ya beter leave.."
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 17, 2006 21:01:56 GMT -5
"Yeh, there's sum. Don't start drek, and give ya weapons at da shoe counta." After paying the 15 Nuyen cover, the Ork let Gunther in. He was now in the back of the bowling alleys, where all the different mechanical pin placers were. They were not accessible to him, a fenced wall was separating the entryway to the machines, where a dwarf in an orange jumpsuit was operating them. One young kid, no more than 12, was watching him work.
Passing a large hole in the wall, the Troll found himself in the bowling alley proper. Despite the sorry state of the neighborhood, the inside of the joint was pretty clean. The wall were dirty, and a large Crashers tag, an orbital plane in flames with the word 'crashers' in it was over the far end wall. the alleys as such were in mint condition, except the one Gunther was walking on, which now served as an entryway to the player's area. 2 humans in sleeveless orange vest were at the end of the alley, their AKs were not pointing at Gunther, but they could be brought rapidly to the shoulder.
A group of 4, 3 elves and a human, with orange patches on their leather vest were playing a game. Rice himself was at the far end alley, talking with a muscular human, well over 50, dressed in leather vest, leather chaps, jeans and with an orange bandana on his head. An Ork was sitting behind them , a sawed-off Remington 990 on his lap. 2 dwarves were playing a game of P-darts (darts, but with a hold-out pistol) near the now-condemned main entrance. 2 other humans with AKs were busy eating in the small diner area at the far back, while 3 Orks and a Troll, were busy drinking at the shoe counter/bar area. All patrons were armed with pistols, a few also had knives and all the hardware was visible.
After a slow walk, Gunther came in range of the AK-wielding humans "Hold it man, 'never saw you in here before..but 'guess if Sticks let you in you must be clean. " His buddy and him looked you over, their hands crisping their AR's pistol-grip "All right, we have a few rules here; no gunfights, no tabs, no drek. Check your weapons at the shoe counter. You can keep a pistol and your blades in the open, but if you end up in a fight, use your hands, not your blade. You don't wanna do it our way, beat it, we don't want bums in here, you savvy chum?"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 22, 2006 23:56:52 GMT -5
The Ork brings up 2 beers a few minutes later, after a quick trip to the diner counter, he came back with a young human, around 20 years olds with a Mohawk and a dirty orange T-shirt "Da buzz boy might wanna buy 'yer stuff." Gunther grabbed the camera in his pocket, and passed it to the human, who looked at it with interest. "A Sony E-3400! Damn, I only saw that on the trid, it's one of the best on th'market right now..Where'd 'ya grabbed it?" The Troll opened his mouth to talk but the buzz-boy cut him short "Forget it, 'prolly stolen or somethin'...What else 'ya got?"
Gunther then showed the shotgun mike, "It got dis too." and the plastic dish. The young punk took the mike and pointed it at the bartending Ork "Looka'me! I"m Stevenson P.I.! I'll see if you're cheating your wife while sellin' chips." The Ork gave the human a little okr push, it almost threw him off balance . "Think 'yer funney Breeder? 'Hard to say drek wit ya' tongue cut off." The human put down the mike looking at the objects and Gunther, smiling broadly " Tell 'ya what chum, how about 500 for the camera,and 1000 for the mike? 'Best deal you'll ever gonna see here."
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 26, 2006 20:54:34 GMT -5
The Ork eyes you for a good few seconds. "Meh..maybe sumthin' can be done..You wanna get in, yer' gonna have to talk to Ricky, that's da brotha with da boomstick." The bar keep was talking loud, loud enought to get the Ork's attnetion. Getting up form his seat in the playing area of the bowling alleys, he calmy walked toward Gunther, taking his time to obverve him. "Yeah, I"ma Ricky. So yer' wanna run with us bitch? Don't yer' looka me like that, you ain't nuthin' in here, you da bitch before you're even a wannabe. Now go fetch me a beer bitch har har har.."
He walked back to his seat, stretched his legs and looked back a tthe Troll. "C'mon bitch, where's ma' beer?" Mek said a words to Ricky, and the ork quickly rephrase what he said "C'mon bitch, where's ma' 2 beers? Har har har!!"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 27, 2006 16:33:10 GMT -5
Mek seems like it's routine. Rice looked a bit preoccupied at first glance. From what he knew of gangs, they are like a micro-society; the leader, his lieutenants shouldering him, the gang members, the initiate and the nobodies. Since The Crashers are mostly made out of ex-cons, it made since to Gunther that he was on the ground facing the hierarchical ladder.
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 28, 2006 21:25:14 GMT -5
The gear in Rick's head seems to be working overtime He looked at Gunther, not looking pleased. He suddenly hit the plastic chair besdie him, breaking it in half. The other patrons suddenly stopped laughing "Listen 'ya dumb frag, 'yer shuddup and bring me ma'beers, 'ya hear? and da frag 'yer know that stuff huh? 'Yer be spyin on us or somethin'?"
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 1, 2006 15:22:49 GMT -5
Looking discreetly at the patrons, most seems to pay little attention to Gunther. Sure, there's the occasional glance aimed at him (A Troll is, surprisingly not that hard to notice). He does get a few "Hey Bitch! Bring a Beer!" Call from the 4 other players, which he obey to keep up with his cover-story. Rice seems a bit shaken by Gunther's 'revelations' but Mek appeared to not think much of it, even getting into the suit's face to calm him down.
His good vantage point and few trips to the players' area did managed to make that bowling game a bit more clearer to the Troll; A player throws a big ball at the pins at the end of the alley. If he succeeds, his turn is done and it's on to the next player. If he miss, he's got a second chance to knock the pins he failed to dropped on his first try. After that, his turn is over. As for the scoring, he did caught a few glimpse of the score sheet where the 3 humans and the elf were playing. There were ever-raising numbers going from left the right, some even had a diagonal line across a small square on the top of some numbers, but how to calculate such points and what those lines meant was another story; the numbers seems to be the total of pins dropped, but the bar..who knows?
But one thing's for sure, you had to wear horrible brown and white shoes with a number at the ell if you even wanted to play the game.
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 23, 2006 23:11:53 GMT -5
Gunther gets his gear from the barkeep and follow the buzz boy outside. Mek and Rice don't seems to care, at first glance, that he might have talked a bit more than what have been in the papers..What WAS in the papers anyways?
"Later man, have fun guardin' "
"Yeah, I love you too you breeder frag.."
The guard just nod to the Troll, who walks up the alley, up to the street in front of the bowling alley. The streets might be covered in darkness, but another change can be felt, something odd, like a shadowy presence observing everyone and everything on the streets and alleys of the Crash site. The prostitutes who just a while back were trying to pick up some customers were now replaced by small groups of toughs, all now very concerned about concealing their weapons.
Looking both ways before crossing the street behind the human (mostly to maybe evade the speeding bullet that might come around), Gunther trailed behind the streetslick, walking in an alley, taking a right, then a left behind the next building. After walking in a straight line for a few minutes, You stop in front of a sturdy looking metal door. The buzz boy knocked on the door a few times. "Th' guy's named Malone, he sometimes buys stuff from me or everyone around and stuff, since you're a bitch, might as well know where he is, 'cause you'll be doin' trips to here a few times a day."
"Yea, so who's da boss of da gang? That Ricky Ork?" Gunther moved his forearm a bit, adjusting his AR on his shoulder, but getting his Biometric reader in a better position to record the info.
"Nah, th'boss' Mek. It's rare you get to see him y'know? Guy's got that tick and.." A small thin metal slice at eye level opens up on the door. "The frag you want?" "Hey man, th' Troll here got some nice tech stuff to exchange for a few Nuyen, can we come in now?"
The pair of eyes looked over Gunther "Who the frag is him?" "Dude man, he's the new Bitch, thought I'd showed him around and drek..C"mon man, he's got a Sony E-3400 Camera..." The eye-slice closed and a pair of probably heavy locks are moved. "All right man, jut keep it arctic and everything it'll be alll right"
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 26, 2006 23:15:40 GMT -5
After following the dwarf in the corridor, Gunther and the human arrived in a small square room, about 5 meters wide. 2 Ork razors were sitting on a couch at the entryway's left-hand side watching a combat cycle match. One raised up and walked to meet the 'customers', the dwarf having gone back to the door without attracting too much attention on him.
"Hey Tommy, who's the Troll?" "Hey Jubbs, he's the new bitch man, met him at the alley, he's got some electronics to loose, wicked drek too man, 'got a Sony E-3400!" The human seems still under shock about the camera, the Ork seems less impressed "No drek, if only I'd knew what it meant...anyways, just put your weapons on the table there" He motions to a old damaged wooden kitchen table on the right side of the room "Then just walk in the door, Malone waiting for 'ya."
Tommy pulls out a Beretta 101t on the table, alongside a switchblade. It seems to Gunther like he's a regular here. Not too happy about it, but still understanding the reasons why it must be done, the Troll puts his AR and his Axe on the table and follows Tommy at the back door.
The next room is bigger than the first, about 5 meters by 20 deep. A counter making the width of the room was 4 meters from the door. While it did not offer no protection against bullet, the heavy fence was sturdy-looking enough to cause some trouble to anyone who wanted to get on the other side..It even seems it's been run through the celling. The almost non-existing lighting made it near impossible to see farther than a few meters behind the counter, but thermographic vision did helped Gunther see see some rows of things, 2 feet wide, going to the end of the room.
Just behind the counter was a human, about 40 years old. His dirty, 2 size too big suit was a strange contrast to the well-placed salt and pepper hair and his well-shave grizzled face. He made a small but tired smile as the duo of sellers came inside. "Well Tommy, long time no see..Who's your friend,, Mr E-3400 I presume?"
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Post by Crimson D on Oct 27, 2006 17:25:37 GMT -5
I left my body in the car. I found a ally not far behind where troll had disembarked. I locked my doors and willed up a watcher. "Let me know the moment someone comes down this ally, from ether way." The watcher nodded and with that I pulled my soul from my body.
Where ever the troll had gone first was warded. That was OK ,I could wait. I floated into the sky to make sure he didn't leave though a back door or something. Some time after that he left with someone else. I didn't know the Aura but followed from my birds eye view to make sure I didn't run afoul of someone's Aura. That would give me away.
I watched as the kid knocked on the door, from astral I couldn't see who answered the door, the Aura screamed dwarf. They went in and I stuck my head though the door and followed.... slowly. The razors had alot of black spots in their auras. Floating behind the troll I watched and listened. Right behind the human there was a ward. I couldn't see what was the behind it, not my concern. I was here for the troll.
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 29, 2006 22:00:34 GMT -5
Malone pulled a switch, the shotgun mike and the camera fell through the coutner. The counter then closed, and the human pulled a small tray from under his side, taking both items. and began observing them in detail.
He looked the shotgun mike over first "Hmm.. a Mark-VIII..professionnal-grade stuff you got there Gunther.." He seems to look over soemthing near the grip. He then looked over the Troll, before putting the mike down and taking the camera. "So..where did you get those fine quality electronics huh? You're not passingh me hot stuff aren't you?" He smiled a little grin, while checking, with what seems with some high degree of attention, under the E-3400.
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Post by Crimson D on Oct 30, 2006 4:57:53 GMT -5
Watching closely I kept to the astral. Colors in the trolls Aura shifted quite a bit. "Dear lord let him keep his cool this time." I thought. I made sure to stay oudda peoples way. I layed flat against the celling, so unless someone jumped I wouldn't cross a Aura on accident.
Needles to say I have a bad feeling of my own.
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Post by Crimson D on Nov 5, 2006 17:45:46 GMT -5
Just looking at their arua's I could have cut the tension with a knife and weaved a basket out of it. I wasn't sure if the guy was buying his story or not as I wasn't looking deep enough into his arua ,but I quick glance was enough to see his questioning nature kicking in. If these guys started shooting there was next to nothing I could do about it. I won't risk casting from astral this early in the game. Nor would I screw around with that ward back there. Something was coming up, and it was as big as a train. That bad feeling is growing like a pimple on a decker.
Please god let me be wrong....
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