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Post by Braddoc on Nov 19, 2006 23:22:54 GMT -5
Shade =============== After a slow and controlled drive, still a bit wheezy from Rice's left foot, you pulled into the parking lot of the Manhattan Grills. Taking your time to reach the door, you found it much to your surprise, unlocked.
Of course, Jackson was on the other side "Hey Shade, you took your sweet time gettin' here." He let you in and locked behind you, taking a second to take a good look at the frail human "Damn, are you all right? Looks to me you tired giving a headbutt to a brick wall harharharhar! C'mon, I got some painkillers in my briefcase and a small medkit, 'better to clean those scratch."
Shade follows the Ork the the private diner hall. He fell down in the chair, as Jackson took out a pill and a small first aid kit "Here 'yer go. So..What did you found out?"
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Post by Crimson D on Nov 20, 2006 0:06:48 GMT -5
Shade worked to patch himself up and clean his wounds..
Shade gives jackson a detailed account of the trolls actions and what he learned while watching. He also goes into detail when what he learned questioning the crashers.
"I couldn't follow him into the bowling ally, skidz tried killing me once, but he did try off loading the stuff lonestar gave him to some guy named Malone. He also hooked up with some kid named tommy I sent his plate number already."
Shade went on with the detail only a photographic memory can give, after giving every passable detail stopped for a second.
Shade said with a rough voice "Buy a guy a drink?"
Shade left out the part about rice.
"I've had wives that don't remember as much as you do, sure, lemme snag ya a beer."
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Post by Braddoc on Nov 20, 2006 22:32:51 GMT -5
Jackson leave you alone for a minute, going out in the main dinning area. He comes back with a tall buck of beer. "So, we said 5 grand, right? And since you seem to have done well, you're on my list in case I need some competent hired hands. What do you say about that?" He put the beer in front of you, sitting at one end of the table. He took out a cigarillos and lit it up, waiting for your answer.
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Post by Crimson D on Nov 20, 2006 22:39:59 GMT -5
Yeah five grand, Sounds good. I could use steady work. Also as a side note, do you know a good fence? Someone who doesn't ask questions?
Jackson looked at him for moment. Shade drank his beer.
Damn that's good.
Jackson laughed a little.
I might know someone, I take it you got something?
Yeah, just one of those things you pick u along the way.
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Post by Braddoc on Nov 20, 2006 23:01:42 GMT -5
"I know someone. goes by the name of Willy. He's in some dive bar in Tacoma, here's the address" Jackson writes an address on some scrap of paper and pass it to Shade. "He doesn't do magic stuff, just the basic; guns, armour, cars, stuff like that, so if you got to fence magical stuff, forget it, hell, you better keep it instead!" With the note was a 5000 Nuyen credstick. "Just tell the 'tender you there for the Wire, he'll understand."
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Post by Crimson D on Nov 20, 2006 23:06:21 GMT -5
Thank you Mr. Jackson. Just lemme know when you got something for me to do.
Shade takes a few more large gulps of his beer finishing it off. Shade and jackson say their goodbyes and shade heads out for his car. Shade heads home to catch a good nights sleep before visiting the fence.
I'll get some zeds and go when i'm fresh
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 1, 2006 0:34:20 GMT -5
Shade's phone rang at 3:12 PM. Jackhammers were still busy at work inside his head, and it's not too much joy that he slapped his tridphone. "Hey Chuck, you alive?..Damn you look like drek..'Fifth time I tried to call you today, 'guess you were tired huh?" Don's face was mocking the mage, while he was not looking for jokes. "Did you do those things I asked?" "Yeah, I did them..well almost. I"m still working on that ID, but I changed your plate and managed to track down the other one. It wasn't easy..really not easy..just saying that by the way. I send everything to your PO Box."
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Post by Crimson D on Dec 1, 2006 3:50:00 GMT -5
Thanks man keep up the good work, i'll have your payment when you get the last pieces together.
Not a problem man, take care you look like drek.
Don hung up before shade could say anything. Shade shrugged. I hate it when he calls me chuck. Shade got up and grabbed a shower at some point his head felt alot better but the bruises on his face remained. He worked his way to his garage where his car was parked. Grabbed a tarp and rolled the AR up in it so no one would look in his car and see it. He pulled out to see his neighbor watering her bushes. He stared at her for moment thinking his evil thoughts before pulling completely out and driving down the road.
I looked at the address Jackson gave me. This is gonna be real interesting. I drove on woundering what in gods name I was gonna see.
First though I stopped by my P.O. box using the tools on my swiss amy knife i replaceed my plate and drove on after a few blocks in front of another post office and putting a quick invis on the plate before i got out of the car, I dropped the plate down a drainage slot in the side walk after making sure no one was paying any attention to me. I even took a extra moment to look for pro's and waited for the cameras to pan away from me.
Christ I'm paranoid.
I popped my ICP music chip in and on to the bar I went.
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 3, 2006 0:41:46 GMT -5
Arriving to the dive bar, with only got a small working "Bar" neon sign over the only door, Shade sis noticed there was no doorman, metal detectors, or even a weapon check.
Inside, there was a few people, maybe 15-20 patrons sitting on the booths and tables, even at the bar watching the Football game, the wooden walls were filled with different pictures, sports team banner, old beer brand neon signs, even a couple of dart boards. All the patrons were male, human, surely over 35, all except a a dwarf, who's age was..hard to tell, anything between 25 and 255. Booth were on both the wall, each a few inches under the window made out of tinted thick glass, who was all the rage about 100 year past.
Shade walked to the bar and ordered a beer. When the old bartender came back, he discreetly told him he as there for the wire. The old man nodded and motions the phone booth.
Getting inside the booth, shade took note that it was one equipment with tinted windows, blocked to one side view; he could see outside, but those outside couldn't see inside. he mage stood alone in the booth for a few seconds, wondering what the hell was going on. Then, the booth wall opened up and a tall, human, about 40, with a long forehead and short black hair appeared. He looked at shade from behind his glasses and spoken whit a light German accent "Jackson have sent you, yea? I am Willy , step inside."
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Post by Crimson D on Dec 3, 2006 0:47:05 GMT -5
Shade stepped inside.
Yeah jackson sent me, I have a item you might be interested in.
It's a FN HAR with Troll Mod, folding stock, top mounted laser sight, R3 gas venting system and4 extra clips. That's 140 rounds.
What kind of ammo?
Everyday run of the mill.
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 3, 2006 14:55:55 GMT -5
"Troll modified..Hmm..I don't have any real market for that kind of weapon.." He seems to be thinking about ti for a second "On second thought I might. Get out by the side door here, go get it and come back throught the same door. I need to look at it before we can discuss price. Just don't let yourself seen."
Willy motions Shade to a door leading outside of the spacious office/depot where he conducts his business. On the other side, it the small backalley. with one side leading to the street, the other to a dead end, and the bar's reception dock.
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Post by Crimson D on Dec 3, 2006 18:09:39 GMT -5
Shade moves back to his car and grabs the weapon and clips wrapped nicely in the tarp. Taking a quick around to be sure no one is looking he uses a small invis spell to help cover himself. Moving back to side the door he drops the spell and knocks lightly to be let back in.
Here's the weapon.
Shade unwraps it showing the fence.
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 3, 2006 19:09:32 GMT -5
Willy sits down at his desk and began observing the large weapon. He removed the clip, and opened the chamber, looked down the barrel, checked the folding stock, the laser sight, even the Gas vent system. "I must admit, this weapon have been well maintained." He dried loaded the mechanism a few times "The action seems also to work well and there is not sing of rust nor weak. I'm not even sure if that weapon actually been fired, almost off the self, if it wasn't for the gas vent modification, I would say it was one of the weapon stolen from that Ares truck who got hijacked last month.
He put the weapon down and put his feet on the desk, looking at shade from behind his black glasses. "Now, for such a nice weapon, the spare clips and the ammunition, I"ll be willing to pay you 250 Nuyen. Do you accept?"
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Post by Crimson D on Dec 3, 2006 19:13:35 GMT -5
250 for such a nice weapon?
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Post by Braddoc on Dec 3, 2006 19:22:03 GMT -5
Willy looked at you, he seems lost in thoguht "Well..Jackson is a good cutomer I suppose..and you did have cliped ammunition...300 Nuyen"
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