Bank-ruptured! Jun 6, 2010 14:15:36 GMT -5
Post by Pelch Gobwit on Jun 6, 2010 14:15:36 GMT -5
They call me the Duk. Not the Duke you fragging pantywaist. The DUK. Don Duk. I'm what you call a soldier in the Spiked Wheels. I'm one of the yard monsters that keeps the other fraggers in the gang in line. I answer to the War Boss, he's called The Pipe. Yeah, he likes to use red hot pipes on people. A bad troll to cross.
It appears he was approached by the biz department. In case you don't know it chummer the gangs now-days operate like a biz. They have departments. The biz side tells The Pipe that some Johnson is offering good Nuyen, if a certain Honest Pelchey were to get roughed up. Maybe a couple of legs broken or an arm or a head. Two thousand NuYen. We do this kind of stuff all the time. The Pipe tells me to take a couple of guys and go case out the place. No killing but I could put the hurt on him all I wanted and then deliver him a message. "We ain't forgot you." Whatever that means.
I figure it means someone is putting the pinch on the guy trying to sell insurance and he hasn't been making the payments. To me it's like a miracle come true. This Honest Pelchy is about as honest as a two bit whore. He did time in UCAS prison and he killed my brother Daffy. He didn't do the job face to face either. He paid off the Arryan Brotherhood and they sliced him up in little pieces.
I was looking for some extra payback, and if the slotter got dead, well, accidents like that happen.
It was starting in the nightly rains out here and Lone Star was cruising the neighborhood, like they meant it. We had to keep moving and ducking the foot patrols, vehicle patrols and they had some drones out too. Unless he came waltzing out it was going to be a slitch to get at him. The grounds were being patrolled by Templetons. They were a cheap joke in the plex. Figures the dwarf would hire them, they were the cheapest. They had out some foot patrols and that was about all I saw. Talk about lame.
What I would have liked to do was get a couple of war teams, drive right into that underground garage and start blowing up cars. We could grab all the stuff we wanted and be out of there and heading for I-5 in minutes. We could spray paint the message on the wall and wait some more for him to show. Later, when the heat was a little less.
It sure looked like we weren't going to get a straight shot at him tonight. Maybe tomorrow night, or the next, or the next...