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Post by Random Task on Apr 10, 2018 17:45:17 GMT
"I'll drink to that!"
Cochise knocks back his beer with his left arm while letting his right arm dangle against the shotgun, getting ready.
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Post by Admin on Apr 10, 2018 18:46:55 GMT
Hija's INITIAL research shows:
But something seems fishy about the incident report - she might want to look into it later.
Tag Adept Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 3PP, 1/3E, 0/2N Hija 'Mancer Armor 0/6, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/10, 4PP, 2/2E, 0/1N Cochise Tough Armor 0/12, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/12, 3PP, 0/2E, 0/1N Snitch Sneak Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 4PP, 0/2E, 0/1N
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 10, 2018 21:32:17 GMT
Walking from the jukebox back to his table Snitch looks at his quarry and notices a bloody wound on her side - the girl doesn't seem to be in pain, but she is certainly stressing about something as she works away at her commlink. She suddenly stands up, turns the volume of the jukebox up, and went into the washrooms.
[What the hell did I miss when I was trying to help that lady? "Dead girl found in drek-hole" doesn't make for a good payday, if she bleeds out on me in here im screwed.]
Quickly packing his commlink away into his bag, Snitch heard the distinct sound of glass breaking, and an explosion? With bag in tow, Snitch followed the crimson trail towards the washroom doors.
Taking a quick look around to make sure no one notices him going into the washroom, Snitch turns off the recording from his eyes and opens the door. The small window past the sink has been broken, a blast pattern on this side of the wall. A smoldering hoodie is in the sink, and there are empty shells alongside it.
[What the hell is going on? An explosion from the inside like someones trying to get out, neatly lined up bullets, and theres a pool of blood in front of the sink like she was standing here for a minute...]
Trying to piece the situation together, Snitch looks for more droplets but the blood trail seems to have stopped here. Perhaps she escaped through the window? But why would she leave her hoodie? Looking down below the stalls, Snitch saw a pair of legs in the furthest stall from the door. Snitch knocks on the door in a panic.
Snitch: "Excuse me, I heard a commotion outside and noticed blood out here, are you alright in there?"
Seconds pass, silence.
Snitch: "Ma'am, I'm sorry to do this but I'm worried it may be an emergency, I'm gonna come in to check on you alright?"
Waiting another few seconds of silence, Snitch kicks at the door of the stall.
OOC: I assume this would be a fairly easy STR+STR roll
XxtOvxm78d6= 2 hits
Slipping on some questionable fluids on the floor, Snitch kicks the door but doesn't break through. Giving another kick and pushing his weight into the door, the door swings open to reveal the girl is in here and she's unconscious. Her eyes are rapidly twitching and her lips are moving as though she's in VR, but there aren't any cables hooked up to her. Lifting the side of her shirt showed that the wound has already been bandaged, albeit hastily.
[Frag Frag Frag what do I do... I've got a stimpatch, that might get her up but I have no idea if the does is right, I don't want her to OD and end up killing her myself... Hey, there's a signal in here, I can check MatrixMD]
Searching the Matrix with his limited medical knowledge, Glitch looks for first aid advice on how to help
OOC: Going to do a Biotech roll and use a plot point to add a glitch die:
3d6G1d6 = 0 hits
[Alright... it says its either bubonic plague, brain cancer, or she's turning into a ghoul... I don't think a stimpak will help with any of that, frag! I gotta get her to a doc.. there is no way to do this that doesn't look extremely creepy, damn.. And if I'm carrying my bag with one hand and the girl in another that means I'm defenseless when someone asks me what the drek I'm doing...]
Snitch steps out of the stall, pushes his case through the broken window and unholsters his revolver. Knowing that his disguise isn't going to be doing him any favors from here on out, he reverts his face back to its default state, the tattooed details fading to skin tone and hairs retracting into his skin as a flash of white as his suit changes to what he recalls a DocWagon uniform to look like. All set for the unpleasentness to follow, he sends a request over commlink to his bike to park outside of the bar, turns to the girl, and prepares to sling her over his left shoulder.8d6·3d6·1d6
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 10, 2018 23:05:42 GMT
Feeling relieved that she got something useful over to Tag, Hija started to slow up on her search of in the swirling sea of lights. It wasn’t healthy to push herself so hard but she really wanted that favour. Stretching herself out and resigning to the fact that she would be data crawling on greasy Rhysy for the next few minutes Hija heard a pair of voices in her mind.
Alberto and Benita: “Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake u-” Hija: “I am awake, I am. What’s up with you two being all escalofriante?” Benita: “We’ve been trying to get you for ages!” Hija: “Was I really going so fast to outpace message?” Benita: “Sí, listen there’s a big problem IRL.” Hija: “What is...” Alberto: “Man from before, Hobo who helped Tag, followed you in. Claims emergency, sent matrix message, changed appearance. Armed and too close to Prophet. Action now?”
Hija’s vision was overtaken by the scene from Alberto’s vision, corrected to be the right way up. There was the man with a revolver leaning over her, whose shirt was askew, protection in the sink and unarmed. [Not good odds but my bag is down by my side, he’s old, maybe I’m quicker? Just lean right and pull, lean right and pull.]
Reawakening in the bar’s bathroom Hija’s body surged with life as it followed her mind’s advice. She quickly leaned to the right and smacked her head against the stall’s wall causing her to wince from the pain. Undeterred she reached down and pulled on the handle in her bag. Swinging her hand up she sent her bag scattering across the floor as she drove the gun into the side of the man while fumbling to flick the safety to full auto.
Hija: “Get it! Ngh, Drop out!” Hija squeaked, combining both commands she really wanted the man to be doing right now. Glancing past the man Hija could see that of the scattered items one was her machine pistol and the other her dart pistol. The "gun" she was holding was in fact her tag eraser and as a result the man was now free from RFID tags. He was still armed, bigger and probably stronger than her. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get a good look or if he did maybe he'll think its a laser gun or something.
X|Khycw11-7 The items Hija grabbed was the: 1. Can of PWR UP, 2. Spark Lighter, 3. Multi-Tool, 4. Bug Scanner, 5. Tag Eraser, 6. Tree-frog Dart Pistol, 7. Black Skorpian,1-7
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 11, 2018 0:33:19 GMT
Tag holds her commlink as it displays a little loading bar at the top of the screen, indicating incoming files. Her burner always has trouble with processing intensive tasks, such as moving files larger than 10 megabytes. After a few seconds of chugging, the massive data stream pops unceremoniously into view. Good thing Tag is a quick reader, as for someone else, even just skimming for the important information might have taken a few more minutes she didn't have. Tag greatly appreciates keeping informed about people of interest, so she begins writing a proper thank you message to Hija. "Gracias Hija! (Sorry just wanted to say that) I apologize for the time crunch I put you on, but I kind of needed to know what kind of powder keg I'm going to be dealing with before it explodes. As promised, you're welcome to call upon me whenever you need a helping hand. (And as compensation for any inconveniences, I've included a small payment of 150¥). PS: don't bother trying to access the account that I'm using for the transfer, it's just a dummy with a small amount of money for occasions like this " "PS#2: I don't mean to sound like an overly protective mom, but is everything okay? I heard what might have been an explosion a few seconds ago, coming from the bathroom you're in... -Tag" Tag hits send just as a very, very strange man approaches the bar from the "lounge". His outfit is so... Uh... Erm... It's... Well, Tag can't help but imagine that the top hat is somehow concealing a massive pink Mohawk... Tag was given a photo reference of her contact, and if you squint a bit, yeah this is probably her guy. The photo is most likely old and or taken just before a massive drug binge/outlandish clothing shopping spree. Tag reaches out with an apprehensive hand, leaning in slightly as she says, in a conspiratory tone: Tag: "Dr. Xink, I presume" Xink downs the shot he has in his left hand in the blink of an eye, and without a seconds hesitation, firmly clasps Tags hand, shaking vigorously. 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6a71aSaWO
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Post by Random Task on Apr 11, 2018 3:45:29 GMT
[Well, smack my ass and call me Sally, that's the contact? Holy drek, what kind of fraghead does that Johnson think I am? He must really think I fell off the turnip truck. Gawdamn, I need to find a better fixer, gettin' too old for this kind of half saw amateur drek. And I guess I'm just going to ignore whatever wizzin' wonderful thing is goin' on in yonder Water Closet] Cochise thinks to himself.
He relaxes his right arm, brings it up and calls for another brew. His left arm hangs down, cradling the stun baton hanging in its sling...
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 11, 2018 4:23:20 GMT
[It's really been a day full of surprises, ay Talia? I mean, it's not everyday that you're contracted to work with a guy who looks like a demented Willy Wonka if he had a drug factory, so I mean, that's interesting I guess.] Tag subconsciously registers yet annother unwanted onlooker in her peripheral vision, however unlike most of the confused people, this one seems different. Judge Intentions Qdw37G241-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6+RR 1-61-6 It's no surprise that the guy who just so happens to be standing closest to this interaction is definitely up to something. He's got -'I'm a shadowrunner, I do illegal things for money, I kill people a lot, I have multiple weapons on me at all times, I have an invested interest in this conversation you're having, and also just a dash, no, a heeping load of WTF' - written all over his face. [Well, looks like my meeting is being postponed for just a little while longer.] Tag: "Excuse me a second Xink, I need to deal with something real quick. I won't be long." Xink seems rather self absorbed at the moment, humming and nodding his head along to the music while the bartender pours him another drink. Tag looks up from Xink and makes direct eye contact with this Gamma who's looking in her direction. Without breaking eye contact (which considering difference in height, gets harder the closer she gets) Tag makes her way over to flabbergasted Gamma standing just a couple of meters away. Tag: "Excuse me, you seem to know something about what's going on. Trust me, this has been one hell of a day, so whatever your deal is, I don't think I'll be surprised." She pauses a second, breaking eye contact to look around for a second, before continuing Tag:" Since I seem to be the one person who's been left out of the loop, let's start with introductions. Hi, I'm Tag, but you probably knew that, so who might you be?" Tag extends her hand, in universal handshake form, and looking expectantly at the Gamma.1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by Admin on Apr 11, 2018 16:20:12 GMT
(The gamma in question is Cochise. Is he here at the behest of a street doc who wants this deal to go through? Working for Faulk in the background? WHO KNOWS?!)
(after handshake, before tag moves on to Cochise) Xink: "You here for a checkup or for business? Damn damn damn - I don't seem to have brought my stethoscope."
(while tag heads over to cochise Doctor Xink starts chatting with the bartender: "Did you here about the decker up in dublin who got scorched? They say we was using AR but the IC still charred is brainstem. What kind a hoodoo is that?"
Barman: "The kind that someone made up?"
Xink: "I gotta cousin who was there to price the deck, and he says the decker was air-gapped, no DNI. With Phil there's a good 30% chance he was telling the truth."
He proceeds to start tapping the floor with his cane, clearly eavesdropping on what Tag is saying.
Tag Adept Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 3PP, 1/3E, 0/2N Hija 'Mancer Armor 0/6, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/10, 4PP, 2/2E, 0/1N Cochise Tough Armor 0/12, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/12, 3PP, 0/2E, 0/1N Snitch Sneak Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 3PP, 0/2E, 0/1N
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Post by Random Task on Apr 11, 2018 17:34:41 GMT
Cochise presses his lips together in a bemused expression, potentially lost under the brim of his hat. He smiles down at Tag takes her hand and shakes it very gently. He whispers down:
"Name's Cochise. Got hired to run interference for ya and help with the delivery- Seems like someone knew you were on your way down here, unless we share a certain downright taciturn Mr. Johnson.
At least the plan wasn't just send an alpha down deep into the heart of gammaland, but we seem to have made contact with the King Yutz.
You know, you should get back over there with Trippy Tophat and see if we can move this here Kooks Konklave out of public view so that every gawdamn motherfragger with half a functioning brain cell doesn't know somethin's going on."
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 11, 2018 20:18:58 GMT
Tag gives an appreciative nod, and then says Tag: "Thanks for being more forthcoming than the other guy who claims to be helping me. Either I've got more people trying to protect me than a Saeder Krup exec, or there are a lot of people standing to profit from this. I'm more inclined towards the latter though. Well you're right that I should probably descend into Willy Wonkas drug factory." Tag grabs a napkin, and starts writing "Code for my burner, if we're going to be working toggether, we need to communicate." Tag hands the paper to Cochise before turning back around to face Xink, who is looking intently at her. It's like he's appraising her, assessing everything about her. Almost like he's picking apart her very soul. Then it just passes, his eyes seeming to refocus. Or, as focused as he can look. He stands up, surprisingly fast for someone like him. Xink suddenly clasps Tags hand in both of his and shakes it hard while declaring Xink: "So good to see you!" Xink releases Tags hand to throw his arm around her shoulder and not so gently guiding her towards the "Lounge" Xink: "Ah! How wonderful of you to drop by! Why, I don't think I've seen you since our tour of duty in Ukraine! Come, come, we have so much to catch up on!" [Oh geez, somehow this is somehow the worst thing that's happened to me today. In fact, possibly my life.] Tag internally cringes, her confidence draining under Xinks presence. [So much for subtlety] Tag gives a sideways glance to Cochise, as if to say "I imediately regret everything" It won't be more than a few seconds before she crosses the threshold of the "Lounge".
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 11, 2018 21:06:47 GMT
Hija: “Get it! Ngh, Drop out!” The girl wakes in a jolt and grabs a weapon, jabbing it into Snitches right kidney. With the look of an injured animal thats been cornered she looked him in the eye. Snitch raised his hands, and keeping his finger in the trigger guard of his revolver let go, letting the barrel swing towards the ceiling. Snitch: "Listen, I'm here to help okay? I saw you bleeding and got worried, you looked like you were turning into a ghoul or something! Now I don't know what's going on in here, but I do know that theres people in combat armor packing heavy weapons out there, that there are signal jammers in here or something so info doesn't get out, and I read that that wound may be infected with the plague, so I've got an offer for you. You can try and shoot my armoured jacket, I might get scratched up but then my trusty revolver here will splatter your brains against that lovely wall. Just so you know, I'm modded, and pretty sure I'm a faster shot than you. You can put that gun away, I'll turn around, and I'll be on my merry way. Or, Hija, Noe Rojas Venega, Prophet of La Comunidad de Dawn, we can both put our guns away, sit back down at the table of yours, and maybe I can help you with whatever business you're here on? The choice is yours" Snitch turns the recording setting of his eyes back on as he offers the girl the third option. [Well, I'm pretty sure this is her, but what a dramatic reveal! The editors are going to love this.. Well, if she admits it's her, I really hope I don't have to shoot this kid] OOC: I've got a pretty busy day tomorrow so I may be late posting and I might just be posting a few sentences from my phone, so consider god mode on, feel free to write for my character
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Post by Admin on Apr 12, 2018 15:05:23 GMT
*The Lounge* Doctor Xink pushes his way through the dart players who were gathered at the door - "Ladies First, MmmMmmMm?" The air inside the lounge is damp, and smells of a slaughterhouse. To the north are stairs going down, to the east, another door that is currently open. The room to the east looks to be a store room with a desk in the middle. The room is covered in yellowing tile all over the walls and floor, to the south is a large neon sign that spells out in cursive 'The Lounge'. Against the southern wall are two giant specimens of crocodiles, each collared, wearing short chain leashes that goes into a hole in the wall. Bits of gnawed bone lay scattered around on the floor. Both of the animals are clearly augmented, as their eyes glow, their teeth look metallic, and they are covered in thick dermal plating. Xink: "Allow me to introduce two of the Duke's favorite pets, Sasha and Francesca. They ate recently, I think. Let's conduct the last of our business in the office? MmmMMmm?" He strides along the northern edge of the room, at least four feet out of reach of Sasha, who is testing the lenth of her chain. His cane makes sharp 'TIX' sounds as it taps on the tile. He doesn't glance at the creatures. He enters the office to the east, sits down behind the desk and puts a couple of drops from a dropper on the desk into each eye while waiting for you. *Lady's Room* Snitch notices the 'weapon' was an RFID tag eraser / programmer - Hija could possibly have made it so you set off alarms at the exits of mall stores. *Outside* Snitch's bike acknowledges the command, with a brief complaint about no GridGuide signal. It uses internal reaction wheels to pop itself upright, and it threads its way toward the front door of the Crocodile Club. OOC: when you use a plot point or burn edge, please underline it so I can track it. Scene MapTag Adept Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 3PP, 1/3E, 0/2N Hija 'Mancer Armor 0/6, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/10, 4PP, 2/2E, 0/1N Cochise Tough Armor 0/12, SCM 0/11, PCM 0/12, 3PP, 0/2E, 0/1N Snitch Sneak Armor 0/9, SCM 0/10, PCM 0/10, 3PP, 0/2E, 0/1N
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 12, 2018 15:58:38 GMT
[Does this place just attract escoria or what? This man, knew about the community, he knew about her but more worrying he had linked those to my moniker. I don’t recognise him and he just wants to talk and help?]
Hija’s eyes darted about the man’s body tagging what information it could, him admitting he was cybered as basically consenting to the search. Sure enough in the man’s PAN she saw the augmentations the man had gone through, cybereyes, skin changing, neural boosters. She placed a lowered the tag eraser to the floor and pressed a hand to her head where she had hit the wall.
[He could shoot me, but I could do much worse. Blind him, erase myself from his sight, make a duplicate for him to chase, flay his skin apart through rapid shifting, make him lethargic or induce a seizure by overloading him. That’s just on his cybernetics, I could unload his gun, safely or into the ceiling or get the skorpian to spray wildly about the room. Forgetting the Matrix what did this scene look like, Tag knows I’m in here and while the gammas nor the bartender don’t know me they probably don’t like some random hooplicker doing this stuff on their turf. I could scream as loud as I can and this guy’s in for the fight of his life, though that’s begging for a bullet.]
When he was so close the recording Matrix icon that hovered about his cybereyes was unmissable. At first Hija thought he just wanted information on her but given the over the top introduction and the fact he started recording it was clear he was doing this for someone else’s benefit.
Hija: “Please I don’t know what your talking about, but I’ll do anything, say anything if you don’t record this.”
Hija did not admit to anything and was playing up the scene, drawing on the tears brought up by her head smash, intending to ruin whatever footage the man hoped to record.
The message was clear to Snitch, the girl seemed willing to talk but not be recorded, not visually at any rate. His commlink was still recording on the bar if he could coax her back outside. He paused the recording and the girl’s attitude changed, she still seemed scared but more confident or at the very least her fear of him had shifted to hatred..
Snitch: “Back to the tables then, and we can have a nice sit down.”
Hija nodded while staring hard enough at Snitch to burn a hole into his skull. While she gathered all of her belongings, drones included, Snitch retrieved his briefcase, morphed back into his previous homeless visage and holstered his weapon. With a small push Snitch ushered Hija out of the bathroom and they returned the bars tables. Snitch could see that factual display indicating his commlinks audio recording had spiked into a steady loud cloud as Hija’s white noise generator combined with the loud jukebox assaulted any and all the devices nearby that might be trying to listen in on their conversation. The pair sat and Hija gave a shrugging gesture inviting the latter to ask to his hearts content.
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 13, 2018 1:00:29 GMT
As soon as she steps into the room, Tags eyes reflexively close to block out the rancid air. The smell alone is making her stomach churn. Somehow each place she's gone into has been worse than the last. A low hiss coming from the shadows of the southern wall makes her jump slightly, Tag's instinct tell her that she's just stepped into the territory of something dangerous. The hiss is punctuated by the sharp click of the door closing behind her. She's not sure which sound is more worrying. Tag isn't fully listening to Xinks idle chatter, finding the lack of exits much more important. Tag typically isn't deterred by slightly off putting situations however even she can't help but start looking for an escape route, which there is not. In the shadows, two crocodiles stare at her with unblinking eyes, remnants of their last meal lay messily thrown about the floor in front of them. The croc closest to her looks at her very intently. Suddenly it's eyes begin emitting a bright orange glow. [Well that's...] Tags thought is cut off as it hisses again and suddenly lunges forwards. Tag let's out an involuntary yelp. Just as fast as the beast, she leaps to the side, drawing her stun baton, igniting it with a harsh crack. The crock is stopped mid lunge, apearantly at the end of its chain. Xink snaps around, and slams the end of his cane into the ground in front of the crocodile, sending chunks of ceramic tile flying everywhere. In a surprisingly irate tone, Xink shouts Xink: SASHA! BEHAVE!" The beast flinches, reluctantly backing into its dark corner. Tag is in stunned silence for a moment before Xink returns to his cheery tone as if nothing had happened. Xink: "So sorry, Sasha can be a bit playful with guests." Tag takes a second to center herself, feeling the rush of adrenaline surging through her, preparing to to fight for her life, even though the threat was gone. It distracts her from the general overarching fear of the whole situation. Tag lowers her baton, retracting it back into the handle before sliding it back into her jacket. Xink continues Through another door, opening into what looks like a makeshift meeting room. Xink takes the seat facing the door, leaving tag to sit across from him. Xink clasps his hands together before speaking. Xink: “Hmmm, so my little friend, I have been notified that we have a buyer for a sample from the lab. And well, we are very happy, oh so very happy, to oblige!” Tag reaches into her bag, pulling out a small metal case and placing it on the table. She was given the case by the Johnson. It has a fingerprint scanner which would open for only Tag and the Johnson. Tag presses her thumb against the scanner, and after a second the lock disengages. The inside is padded with a hole in the middle about (20cm by 20cm by 15 cm) to store the package. Currently there is a credstick in the center, displaying a balance of ¥10,000. A crazy amount of money Considering that the drug is meant to cost a fraction of that, but the Johnson must be very serious about backing further research and production. The expenses for this venture are pretty steep, but tag is sure that the Johnson must have some reason for it. And hey, it's certainly not the craziest thing she's seen. Upon seeing the large sum of money, Xink breaks into a wide grin, chuckling slightly as well. Xink: “Ah haha my young friend, you have made me very happy, yes yes. Happy indeed. Now then, we shall deliver on our side.” Xink slides his chair to the wall, where it seems there is an old fashioned intercom. Sure enough Xink pushes a button on it and speaks into it. Xink: “It is time, bring up the latest batch, and don't keep our guest waiting, that would be ever so rude, and we don't like rude people in the workplace!” Xink slides back, still looking very pleased. Xink: “Sit tight for a bit, somebody will be bringing up the chalk soon.” After a few agonizing minutes, a rather nondescript man in white coveralls and wearing a respirator walks in holding a package wrapped in wax paper. Tag removes the credstick from the case, making room for the package. Whether or not this stuff was the real deal isn't Tag’s concern as the Johnson had told her. If anyone in the deal betrayed them, there would be trouble. So as long as Tag does her job she should be fine. The man in coveralls carefully places the package in the case. Tag closes it and hands the credstick to Xink. She puts the case into her pack, slinging it over her shoulder as she gives a polite nod. Tag: “Pleasure doing business” Tag then turns to leave the way she’d come in. Eyeing the crocodiles with suspicion as she opens the door to leave. The (relatively) fresh air is welcome, being able to take a deep breath without discomfort is always nice. As the lounge door closes behind her, Tag assesses the situation in the bar. [Well nothing in on fire and nobodies dead, so that's a good start.] Taking a look around she notices the homeless man from before siting at a table with... Hija? [thats odd, they didn't seem to know eachother before... Maybe I should check this out real quick before I leave, especially since Hija doesn't look too happy to be there] Tag starts making her way over to the table where the two are sitting.
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Post by Random Task on Apr 13, 2018 1:11:19 GMT
If that was the whole interaction with Xink, Cochise just observed it from the closed lounge door....
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