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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 6, 2006 19:57:24 GMT -5
Four-Eyes spot Xeno on the other side of the 'yard "Well guys I"ll go have a chat with Xeno there..I"ll be back soon"
Four-Eyes leave and walk in direction of the cafe, following Xeno, leaving Red and Gunther all alone. When Simon gets to the Café he will sit and order another Soy-Caf Special. Well. We meet again Four-Eyes or should I say Jack. I hear you set a record for drive-bys or some such. Good for you. I couldn't help but hear you and Gunther over at the yard. Finally fixing that heap of yours?
Enough chatting. I'm glad I ran into you. I have need of people I can trust. People of your nature. Possibly the troll and elf girl too. Though my sources tell me she is busy right now. You interested? It's a data switch/grab kind of experience. The Johnson who is offering the job is looking to meet tonight around 2300 hours at Le Croix in the arcology. If your interested call me at this number xxx-xxxx at any time before the meet. Bring Gunther and your ork friend Red too. Word is this is a 100k job.
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 6, 2006 21:05:03 GMT -5
Four-Eyes enters the cafe and sat down at Xeno's table, lighting his smokes he expected small talk..but not like this Well. We meet again Four-Eyes or should I say Jack. Four-Eyes' mind started working overtime..How did he found that one out..Oh right..cyberears...Red did call him while searching for some pieces..yeah that sounded logical in his mind. "No, Four-Eyes is good for now thanks.""Huh? what? I never set any record of that kind...You must be thinking of one of your buddies or something..."How the frag did Xeno learned about that? not to mention thinking that Four-Eyes actually broke the damn record..he hope that doesn't spread out.. "More or less..I came around with my buddy to check out the 'yard for some pieces he needs..as for fixing it, he said it's nothin'..just some bodywork and it's good as new.."Four-Eyes slowly smoked his cigarette while listening to Xeno's speech...loads of cash, and no buggy elf to get in his way..but Xeno was pretty vague about the job itself. "Hmmm..yeah, can always see if I got time on my schedule for that....guess so...ok, I'll go check on Gunther and Red about it.."Four-Eyes noted the number, stood up and left the cafe. A few steps outside, he turns around, giving a head's up to Xeno, who was watching him for the inside. "He knows about Red?...Damn his cyberears..."He trew his cigarette across the street, and pulled out another one.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2006 20:17:21 GMT -5
Gunther continued to disassemble the van under Red's guidance. Red seems a rather talkative sort once you got him started and seemed to have no end of stories about one type of vehicle or other...
Gunther begins the arduous task of learning about fixing cars. He starts by listening and following directions, but over the course of the day, he begins to ask more and more questions. Red is an accomodating fellow and likes to talk. A nice break for me. Gunther thinks to himself as he chuckles lightly. Its easy to get excited about something that is someone elses hobby when they are so enthusiastic about it...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2006 15:12:24 GMT -5
"Hmm, hey Red. How long did Four-Eyes say he was going to be gone?" Gunther asks standing up from disconnecting some bolts from underneith the wrecked van. Looking at his watch, Gunther notes that its been about 3 hours since the chummer had left.
"I'll be right back Red." Gunther says, wiping his hands on his pants. Walking across the junkyard, then across the street, Gunther peers thru the window of the dingy coffee shop. Hmm, thats strange. No sign of either Four-Eyes or Simon Jon. Entering the cafe, ducking as he moved sideways thru the small door, Gunther walked up to the main countertop.
"Excuse me ma'am. I am looking for a couple of chummers. They were in here about 2 to 3 hours ago? One had a tail?"
The tired-looking, middle-aged, greyhaired woman looked up dully from cleaning the counter. "They left. About two hours ago..." Turning away, the woman disappears into the kitchen, leaving Gunther standing there open mouthed, another question hanging unasked on his large troll lips...
Turning away, Gunther exits the cafe and returns to the Junkyard where Red is happily humming away while disconnecting the rest of the mangled van body from the frame.
"They're gone. Four-eyes left..." Gunther explains when Red looks up. Red shrugs and hands Gunther a wrench. "I'm sure they'll be back...Lets get to work. Burnin' daylight here..."
"Alright..."Gunther says good-naturedly...and goes back to work...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2006 12:55:46 GMT -5
It was getting dark when Gunther and Red finally shut it down for the night...They had managed to strip off the mangled and tortured remains of the body of the van and only the engine and frame remained. Talking with the manager of the junkyard, a surly orkish looking brute, Gunther haggled for a final price of $4000 nuyen for the remains of the van. Handing over half the cash, with the promise of the remainder on the morrow when they picked up the frame, Gunther and Red headed off.
Walking to the gate, they were discussing options on transportation home, when they came across Four-Eyes' car still parked outside the junkyard.
"Thats odd. Why did Four-Eyes not call us or let us know he was taking off?" Gunther questions aloud. "He call you Red?" Gunther asks, checking his own phone. After all, he had been busy and might have missed it.
"Nah, the chummer never called me..." Red replied looking in the car for signs of his friends whereabouts...
Gunther gives Four-eyes a call. "Yo, chummer? Where you at?...You took off and left your car?...Oh, thats for Red to take home? You're a nice guy Four-eyes...Oh, its to get your car fixed by him...Gotcha...Alright...Well, when are you going to be back?...Hmm...Alright. Arctic, see you then..."
Gunther repockets the phone and turns to Red. "Looks like he is goin' outta town for a couple days...maybe 10 or so...That'll give us a bunch off time to get that beast together again. That is, if you'll help me out?..."
Red thinks for a moment before nodding affirmative. "Sure. For a friend of a friend? I can help out. You want a lift somewhere?" he asks, holding up the keys that he pulled out of the ignition...
"Yah thanks omae. Lets go..." The pair climb into Four-Eyes' beat up Americar and drive off, making plans for the morrow...
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 22, 2006 19:23:28 GMT -5
The americar made it's way out of Auburn, attracting curious looks from the pedestrians and other motorists. Auburn gave away to Puyallup, Red was doing his best to navigate around the potholes and melted lava patches with a normal size americar with one heavy load on the back seat..and front...and in the trunk too. The radio was blasting at high volume, so much that Red needed to yell at Gunther to discuss.
"So chum, where to?...Don't be saying me Redmond, 'cause This car ain't gonna make it halfway there, and I don't think ol' Four will be all happy-like coming back with his car back at the 'yard where he found it, 'specially at the point he managed to get."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2006 11:15:21 GMT -5
"Well, Actually, I live in Puyallup, but I don't imagine this thing aint gonna make it there any more than to Redmond. Hmm, I dunno, maybe take me to...Wait, where're you headed Chummer?" Gunther is thoughtful as the unlikely pair drive out of Auburn and towards the downtown district.
Got lots of stuff to do, and DREK, I forgot to talk to Four-Eyes about my plan for a new place to live... Gunther pulls out his phone and looks thoughtfully thru the list of numbers displayed there....Dialing one up, Gunther listens to the ring...
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 26, 2006 19:04:36 GMT -5
"Me? 'Got some package to take in Carbonado, lookin' at you, you should pass as normal down there..har har!" Red left out a heartly belling laugh. "Don't worry 'bout the car, it hauled much more heavy stuff than an ork and a Troll, I was more worry 'bout the 'Star giving us trouble...so where to chum?"
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Post by GreatMilenko on Mar 14, 2006 9:49:45 GMT -5
While the two are talking, a curious looking fellow carrying a small briefcase comes strolling down the road. He stops every few feet and picks up a rock. He seemingly communicates with it briefly before tossing it aside. As he gets within 50 feet of you guys, he picks up an odd shaped rock. Kneeling down he opens up the briefcase. Taking out an injector, he presses the needle against the rock and seemingly "gives it a shot." He then proceeds to take the rock from the street to a little patch of grass off to the left of the road. Setting it ever so gently, you can hear him offer a farewell to the rock. As he gets a little closer, you can hear him mumbling "Euro's... definately Euro's... the grainial density of eurorocks are so consistant with the subdermal plating of the p-31 armor plate... I could definately make use of another one like that one... If I only... oh... hello... have you seen any Eurorocks around here?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2006 10:00:26 GMT -5
As Red and Gunther are deciding where Gunther should be dropped off, they sit in the car idling by the entrance. The strange rock man walks up to the car and says "Euro's... definately Euro's... the grainial density of eurorocks are so consistant with the subdermal plating of the p-31 armor plate... I could definately make use of another one like that one... If I only... oh... hello... have you seen any Eurorocks around here?"
Gunther and Red look at each other a little bit confused."Eurorocks? No chummer, seen some Eurotrash around here, in the form of English Special Forces. Why would there be some Eurorocks here, omae?" This is weird, Gunther thinks to himself, I was just going to call my British Government contact to ask a favor...
" 'scuse me for a sec Red..." Gunther says as he climbs outta the car and takes the strange rock man to the side, a few steps away.
"The sea is sure green for this part of October." Gunther says quietly, well quietly for a troll. A gleam of intelligence passes the fuddy-duddy expression of the curious looking rock scientist.
"I like the blue of the waters in the Pacific Rim, especially in Seatle at this time of year." he replies. Then after a moment, the curious fellow winks.
"I was just thinking of calling you." Gunther says, absentmindedly scratching the base of the horn on his left temple. "Listen, I had an idea. I need you to make it happen. My thinking was, was that since you guys aren't using the 'facility' here, for the time being. Too much heat and all. I was thinking that I could move in over here. My digs are pretty low rent if you know what I mean, and the Facilities here would be a significant step up. I'll reimburse you of course for the facility usage. Can we make an arrangement?" Gunther asks hopefully. "Or do I need to talk to someone higher up..."
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Post by gunther on Apr 15, 2006 15:36:10 GMT -5
"Well, its too bad that there are no more Eurorocks in the viscinity. I could really use them..." The rock scientist looks around wistfully, searching for more rocks, then shrugs and turns his attention back to Gunther."No, I am the one you want to talk to. Of course we would have to work out some sort of arrangement, but I think I can clear it for you to make use of the facility. Stay right here...." The strange man picked up his briefcase and wandered off towards the main office building, pulling a phone out of his pocket as he went...
Gunther turned back to lean up against the car, making it shift on its wheels. "Actually Red, You can take off if you like. Looks like I got a bit more business here. Meet you here tomorrow morning?"
"Sure thing chummer..." Red replied as he pulled away onto the street and out of sight.
A few minutes later, Gunther was rejoined by the british contact, who reappeared frm within the main office.
"Okay, so you want to have a look at it?" the man asks walking up...Gunther smiles a toothy troll grin at the memory of being captured and threatened with the implanting of a cranial bomb unless they returned with the british mage-spy. That had been a big bust, since the mage-spy who had infiltrated the Ripper spirit circle of Mages had been turned into a vegitable. Gunther had asked once, a couple weeks after they had returned from England, about the man, but the grim faced silence that answered his question pursuaded him not to ask again...
"Yah, I want to see the rest of it. Seen part of it before, but I'd like to see the rest..." The unlikely pair moved off towards an unassuming junkpile off to the side, where the human moves aside a beat up old car fender to reveal a modern keypad. Entering a code, a section of the ground in front of the two rises up out of the dirt to reveal a stairway down to a steel door. Shuffling down the stairs, the two enter the steel door via a second keycode just as the overhead disguised door shuts out the light....
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