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Post by Kaimloim on Jun 9, 2009 10:11:20 GMT -5
I stopped off at my safe house for a bit for a couple more changes of clothes. No sign of Troll boy. No sign of the weeds.
Humans are so strange.
Been lot's of rumors floating around lately about aliens and flying teacups or some such thing. I can't understand all this ruckus.
If aliens are looking for intelligent life?!
WHY THE HECK ARE ANY OF YOU SO SCARED?
Which brings us to Kaimloims Next rule.
When your mom or dad is mad and asks you, “Do I look stupid?”
Don’t answer them.
I was scoping out a funeral home. Might just as well keep on doing what I was doing. Do you realize the security they have on one of those places these days? Seattle. Even dead bodies have gotten more expensive and harder to get.
Must be all those cyber-docs and donor banks.
Right now I'm in the skin of a bag lady. I don't have any really fine suits since I lost Grace. Which of course is why the frag I'm here now. I'm pushing a shopping cart full of old aluminum ands steel cans past the place. They got cameras. They got motion sensors. They got two big honking troll guards on the doors dressed like Clive of India. I'm sure they have magic barriers inside FAB IV being the mildest but I seem to sense some active magic as well. I smell at least one elemental spirit.
No easy way in. I kept on walking to the corner. I did some street begging. I did well on NuYen for the day. Until I finally got rousted late in the afternoon and told to move on. I watched Doc Wagon deliver three bodies. One was a corp suit. Fairly high level. Used to work for Zandora Pharma. That was going to be my target.
Tonight.
I walked away smiling.
It was going to be really easy to get in.
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Post by Kaimloim on Aug 31, 2009 17:52:24 GMT -5
"I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me."
That's my attitude on Seattle for the most part. It applies to politico's like Krass, or High Mukitey Mucks like the corp people. The problem is that even the stupid think they have a right to sass you back on a regular basis. Especially the ones with no power. I put it down to breeding, mainly too much of it.
Its gotten so bad that when I went into the local McBeasts and ordered soy fries, the orc girl at the counter wanted to know if I wanted fries with that.
All of You imbeciles! Off my planet! NOW!
Allow me to introduce my selves.
Soaring melodies, crunchy guitars, magnetic harmonies and a really solid rhythm section.
That's me all over.
So I didn't go after the custom corp suit at the funeral home. If my enemies were staking that out they sure came up short. I went into the entertainment business.
All right as "Grace" I was already in the entertainment business.
True. There's entertainment and then there's entertainment.
This job is supposed to be one step up from peddling your hoop, but I must admit from the inside they all pretty much work the same. I'm just making less NuYen at the moment. I've gotten a Holo News job at a pirate station called KWAP.
Never heard of us? Seattle's KWAP... Whapping up the news.
Sucks, doesn't it, but it's a living.
So where do you go to meet your relatives?
The vegetable garden?
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Post by Kaimloim on Oct 14, 2009 13:38:04 GMT -5
Still no sign of any trackers. It's been a couple of months. I've done fairly well even in these tough times and climbed the corp latter so to speak. Now I OWN KWAP, Seattle. We're still a pretty small and fly by night outfit but ratings have been going up.
My new name is Serenity Jones and I'm wearing the corp suit of a real fine piece of corp merchandise. I'm going places. That's the up front SIN part.
Down in the darkness I've made some contacts behind the Shadow scenes and now I've planned my biggest job yet. The UCAS Seattle City Depository. If I can hit that place successfully I'll have billions of NuYen for expansion. The problem?
I need a team.
Not just any team.
Idiots, morons, village fools, and ego maniacs need not apply.
My money, my rules. I give the orders. All you have to do is decide if the money is good enough for you to keep you mouth shut and do what I pay you to do.
So who do I have in mind?
It ain't fragging you.
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Post by Kaimloim on Oct 16, 2009 12:44:16 GMT -5
That dwarf, Reston, must have gone off in the stupid direction. He didn't show for the meet.
It's difficult to find good reliable help these days.
It did honk me off though. I needed a team. Reston was low enough under the radar but had enough talent on his brag sheet from the fixer that he looked like the perfect choice.
Remember folks, brag sheets don't mean a thing.
I left and from a different phone I called the fixer.
The fixer was as surprised as I was. I didn't want apologies. I wanted results. I played the corp image to the hilt. I let it be known that cheating fixers and clueless runners could be replaced. I made threats. I didn't bluff. The fixer promised results if I would only be patient.
I'm not patient.
I was offered incentives and discounts. That did a lot for my patience. I gave them 24 hours.
Already my timetable was out of whack!
Don't you just hate that?
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Post by Kaimloim on Oct 20, 2009 10:58:06 GMT -5
It's been 32 hours and the fixer hasn't got a clue to what happened to the dwarf. That just gets my panties in a bunch and I really hate when that happens.
It's like the little fragger vanished from the face of the Earth.
Maybe he was abducted by aliens to be used as toilet paper.
Anyway, this really humps my plan to hit the UCAS Depository for all the nice NuYen. Luckily the dwarf only knows I was planning to hit the place. He doesn't know frag all else.
Probably the little pimp sold me out. He's spilling his guts for some reward and then skipping town. Maybe he ain't as loyal as his brag sheet says.
OR
Someones put the bag on him. He could be dead, alive or in the process of dying now. That means the site's been compromised. Under those conditions he may or may not have talked. I have to assume he did.
OK one way or the other someone, almost fragging anyone, knows that someone was getting ready to hit the UCAS piggy bank. If the dwarf was in their pocket it would make more sense to let him find out more and make the meet. This leads me to the conclusion that he was grabbed. That means security was compromised. So either the dwarf smurf opened his mouth and talked to the wrong people or the fixer sold me out.
Given the dwarf's previous ability I would say the fixer is the clue.
I hate fixer that sell you out. I'm going to arrange a personal rendezvous with said fixer and were going to have a long discussion about who they been yakking it up with. Meantime, I've summon a few minor watcher spirits and I've got them combing the city for signs of the dwarf. I've got the station Decker's watching the news feeds and the morgues for anyone meeting the description of the dwarf. All I have to do is sit tight and STAY AWAY from the depository.
Whoever is interested in my larceny will be watching the place now. There is almost certainly watchers on it, magical and otherwise. I'll give it some time for now while I scope out another job.
I can be patient and see what's shaking before I run out the door.
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Post by Kaimloim on Oct 26, 2009 9:41:52 GMT -5
The fixer told me everything he knew. It wasn't much but was sufficient to enable me to form some obvious conclusions. Before the fixer gave up his life he also gave up his skin. It appears my assets and business is growing by leaps and bounds.
It seems he sold out the dwarf and what he could find out of my plans to the Shadowriders. In a way that was a relief. All the Riders could know is that someone was planning to hit the UCAS Depository. The dwarf knew no more than what the fixer knew. They knew the place but not the time or method to be used. They didn't have any real names and all that leads back to my old identity was a description and a Johnson.
Since I'm now the fixer, they have no handle anywhere. Even if they are looking for my old suit. You see I just summoned a lesser slave spirit to animate my old suit until I need it again. At this rate I could be running the city in another year or so. They could interrogate the dwarf till doomsday and he couldn't give them another clue since he missed the last meet. All he have is the same fixer that gave Lone Star Riders the information in the first place.
I am now that fixer. They will of course come back to talk with me. I may soon have a pipeline into the Riders as well.
Their problem is they are looking for a human.
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Post by Kaimloim on Oct 30, 2009 11:10:45 GMT -5
Now my next plan for the brain dead is how do I go rescue the intrepid runner who is being tortured by the Star.
That's an easy one.
I don't. The definition of a hero like that is someone who gets other people killed. Sure the dwarf MAY be loyal and not spilled his guts but who knows if he hasn't been turned by now even if he was. Outside of the loyalty factor, I remind you I'm the fragging Johnson. I haven't even hired the guy yet.
Even if I had hired him why should I be responsible for someone I hired to take those risks so my hoop wouldn't be hanging out there. The dwarf is not even one of my DENIABLE assets.
As it is, his service is a freebie as far as I'm concerned. That's why the smartest and safest move for me is to go on about my business and forget him.
I wonder how long it will take the Shadow Runners to realize they messed up and that everyone connected has done a fast fade. All they have is a dwarf that knows nothing useful.
So I'll go let other ego suffering, hoop sniffers go flying off to the rescue. For me this is business. You cut your losses and find another way.
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Post by Kaimloim on Nov 3, 2009 14:15:56 GMT -5
Thar she BLOWS!
The dwarf surfaced today on all the vid channels.
You know the by-line. Criminal mastermind, hat stupidly got caught, was apprehended by the sterling boys, girls and others in Lone Star blue.
In my estimation it must have been a really tough case for all the fools involved to have actually have gotten where they did. Talk about lowering the bar so that everyone can get an A+. Moron vs Idiot.
Anyone buying this Bull-Drek? A fragging street dwarf, starving on the street is a criminal mastermind of a plot so insidious that it takes the combined talents of the best of Lone Star to apprehend the blighter and then they don't even get a confession out of him? They just parade a troll and a bunch of scum to all say he's guilty. Justice at its finest in the Seattle Area. Being a pirate station, KWAP, is busy pointing out these local peculiarities on our show.
So after a trial the dwarf gets to go up the river for twenty years. Given the usual course of people Lone Star finds embarrassing it means he won't last six months in the slammer.
I suspect they'll offer the munchkin one last deal before they drop a house on his head.
Daffy Duck?
What kind of Loony Tune caper is this?
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