Dante's Inferno
GM: Simone
Players: Dante, Effek, Baron
Synopsis: This run sees Dante exacting revenge for his fixer in order to get a fancy new rifle.
Date: Sunday, January 20, 2070

DAY ONE

Gun Care, Barrel Envy

Dante stands in his apartment looking down at his bed. Most of his equipment was laid out in order of type so he could get an accurate look at everything. He shook his head disapprovingly thinking back to some of the other runners and the glimpses he got of their shiny newer model weapons and armor. He sighed lightly, it was time to knuckle down and get some new gear. At the very least start looking. He sat in his desk chair and picked up his Ares Predator and began looking it over, he cleaned it up a little, checked the calibration, and just about anything else that he could do without using any tools. Work may be slow but he wasn't about to neglect his gun care.

Outside, snow falls lightly upon the streets as Dante contemplates his weapons. The humidity is high, and the metahumans who have to be out in the weather are bundled thickly against the Colorado winter.

Dante finishes working on his Ares and reached for his rifle. As he began cleaning his rifle he lets his mind wander. He thinks back over a few of the rifle selections he ogled in the past. His hand stopped as it slid over the barrel as a thought came to him. It had been some time since he had been contacted for any kind of job. Maybe he could take advantage of this time off to look for a new substitute. If anything it would be a little more active then sitting in his room cleaning his gear. He nodded finally and reached for his phone, pulled up Tyler's number and hit call.

Tyler Vodring, Fixer

The line connects after a few pulses of the dial tone and Tyler's voice comes through. Background noise is audible; the consistent beep of a reversing big-rig, the hustle and bustle of voices and feet. "Hoi." he sounds a little perturbed but carries on with the call, sounding a little inconvenienced. "Can I help you? I got a lot goin' on so make it quick."

Dante says "sorry to bother you, Mr. Vodring. I was thinking about getting a new "toy" and was just wondering if you have any info on the grid about a good place to start looking."

Dante makes sure to try and choose his words carefully knowing Tyler's paranoia of possible tapping.

Tyler acts a bit ignorant, but has a tone that hints at caution. "Ahh, yeah yeah. For the kids, uh? Didn't get /enough/ for Christmas?" He grunts and you can hear the sound of pneumatic pumps and more industrial type of bustling from the phone. "There's a new toy store just opened in the downtown FTZ. Why don't I meet you down there in an hour. I got some things to take care of for the moment."

An email with an address pops up on your phone, the sender marked as Tyler's alias in your digital phonebook. 20th and Broadway it reads.

Dante nodded as he listened and his eyes opened in pleasant surprise. It had been some time since he had met with Tyler in person. "Sure thing Mr. Vodring. the kids will be ever so pleased. As usual, though, I will tell em its a late gift from Santa if they ask.

"Sure thing. One hour." He says the last part in a 'be there!' tone of voice and hangs up the phone. As the signal dies, you can hear him calling out, directing people's actions. "No no! Put that shit over THERE…"

Dante hangs up and looks at the address. He spends a moment or two dedicating the address to memory and promptly deletes it from his phone. it takes only a few minuets to gather his gear and make his way to his Brumby. He started it up switching the radio to something quiet and relaxing as he made his way to the destination. in his profession, he always preferred to be early to any meeting.

+ Dante's Punctuality 

Traffic was light this time of day, and it was no sweat to get to the address long before the time to meet Tyler. The new toy store is just where he claimed, across the street from a Pentabucks, but it just so happens that it is so new it's not even open for business yet. Scaffolding surrounds the block as workers complete the facade, painting, attaching plasticrete moulding around the entrance, installing wiring, etc. The workforce consists mainly of orks of Amerind or Aztlaner descent, and there is a team above the entrance putting a huge colorful sign in place. The sign reads, "Rough Tykes Toy Emporium."

Dante parks his truck along with the other vehicles in front of the store. with his rifle safely hidden behind the seat of his truck in the false bottom of a tool chest, he exits, pays a sufficient amount in the meter for a couple hours and makes his way into the coffee shop. He orders a medium cup, the warmth heating his hands through his padded gloves, and sips on it slowly. he kept a watchful eye out for Tyler as he waited for their appointed time.

+ Pentabucks Perception Test 

The forty minutes pass uneventfully in the coffee shop. However, you are subjected to the terrible musical stylings of the newest elven folk-pop sensation, but it can't be helped. The pedestrians and vehicles walk and cruise through the intersection without letting up so it's hard to keep track of your vehicle, but as the time to meet Tyler draws near you see a city drone drifting by every meter along your side of the street. Luckily for you, it doesn't stop at the Brumby, but whoever owns the Ford Americar right in front of your truck is in for a surprise.

Dante tosses away his empty cup in a waste bin and leaves the store after tossing a small tip in the jar at the counter. He tops off his meter and would give a small polite bow to the droid and likely the rigger controlling it from an unknown location. if he did he would still try to keep his face relatively hidden and the gesture brief. He then calmly walked across the street at the cross and casually looked up at the building still in construction. He tried to appear as just a curious bystander. this wasn't entirely hard cause he was in fact curious about the shop. He kept his focus otherwise, however, and kept scanning around for Tyler.

The work crew still mills about, tirelessly laboring for their corporate masters amid the well-to-do passersby, though they too are just as firmly held to their roles by the ruling class. As you scan the crowd, the glass door of the toy store opens to reveal Tyler himself, surprisingly. "Dante," he says warmly, "it's good to see you. Before we get into things, let's take a little walk." And with that he gestures around the side of the building.

An Eye For An Eye

Dante smiles happily as he sees the person responsible for bringing him into the world of shadow running. "It is good to see you to Mr. Vodring. I hope with me no longer working at the pawn shop, your were able to find someone else suitable to work on your side arms." He nods at the gesture and follows along with Tyler. Ever vigilant, though, he keeps his eyes peeled for any unwanted listeners.

+ Eyes Peeled 

Your fixer guides you around the block, as the toy store sits on the corner of the lot, and into the back alley where the various shops in the immediate vicinity share loading zone room. Snow crunches under foot, but has been turned to slush by numerous tires and footsteps in the construction of the Rough Tykes building. The area is big enough for a small number of semi-trucks to park and offload cargo. Making small talk, Tyler guides you to the rear of the store and up the stairs of the toy shop's loading dock where a metal rolling door is raised and you notice a couple workers moving crates from a semi and organizing them in a store room, but upon close inspection you realize /these/ workers have firearms hidden under their industrial jumpsuits. Tyler leads you inside the storage area and through to a small office with a couple chairs, a potted plant and a desk. "Have a seat, Dante. Coffee?" he pours himself a cup from a small thermos pot off to the side.

Dante takes note of his surroundings and follows his contact into his office and takes a seat in front of his desk. "Yes, please. 3 sugars no cream if you will. If its prepped its fine. If memory serves, our preference on coffee remains about the same. It has been some time since we met."

Tyler smiles and fixes up two coffees while he chats. "It's been a while, but you know, business brings people together or pulls people apart. It's just the way things tend to work." He hands you your cup. While strong, it's definitely not the best coffee. In fact, it's soykaf, a caffeinated soy-product which roughly simulates the flavor of a good old cup of joe. As you look about the office he informs you that he's simply using the inventory space for moving some products while the store is under construction, posing as a middle-manager until Rough Tykes has its grand opening. With the niceties handled, he cuts to the chase. "…just a temporary place to keep shipments. Now, I know you're not here for nerf toys." And with that he goes into business mode.

Dante shakes his head "No, a little stronger then that I am afraid, but a little less conspicuous then what I have. You remember the rifle I, "procured" from my father when I left the Ute territory, right? well through the work I have been doing, thanks in large o your help which I appreciate greatly, I have come to find it difficult to get my rifle around without sticking out like a sore thumb. With a little reative sneaking I have managed it so far, but I am looking to make things a little easier on my part. I had hoped you would know where I could find such a rifle. My first thought was a Ranger Arms SM-3, However that was simply the idea that sparked my interest to look. I trust your skill in procuring weapons more then my simple speculation." he finishes and takes another sip of his coffee. he idly thinks that apparently, Tyler's standards in coffee have dropped some in recent years

Tyler listens, nodding along, and smacks his lips in disgust at the quality of the coffee but shrugs it off. It's business time. "An SM-3, huh?" He rubs his chin and ponders a moment. "I might be able to help you out with that. I ain't got one in my inventory at the moment, but I know a guy." Taking another sip, he sets the cup down and pulls out his pocket secretary, searching through datafiles before settling on one and turning back to you. "Now, how do you want to do this? Cash or trade. If you're doin' alright for yourself, I could use the nuyen. A guy can always use more cred, ha!" He shares a laugh before making a subtle offer. "Otherwise, we can work out a deal…"

Dante downs what was left of his cheap coffee and sets down the cup. he thinks for only a moment as he brings a hand up to his mouth in what is his common gesture when working things out in his head "What kind of deal were you thinking? I'm not opposed to doing a job for you if that is what you ask. You have helped me in the past and even got me started in the whole game. Not only that but the only thing I could offer for trade is my father's rifle. However, I would rather keep that if only for sentimental reasons. As for nuyen, I do not have a whole lot, business has been slow. I am sure we could work something out though. I am a patient and reasonable man. So tell me what you had in mind."

"Nah. I don't want your father's rifle. That's yours." He says that with feeling, with an understanding of the sentimental nature of it. "Let me see here…" He turns his attention back to the pda and clicks away at it for a moment.

Tyler looks up, his face turned to stone. "Alright, my friend, I have a proposition. You want goods, I want services." He clasps his hands together on the small desk and leans forward. "The only reason I'm working out of this goddamn trog toy store is because a certain someone tried to put me out of the biz by firebombing my old building, probably expecting I was inside. But I laid low and pulled a favor with the owner here for some storage space while I get a nice safe place of my own to store my merchandise." He looks at you fiercely. "An eye for an eye, Dante." He may not have been this way before, but he seems bloodthirsty now. The attack seems to have changed something in him.

Dante inhales a bit at the news and there was a slight flash in his eye. He had a habit of getting defensive for those that he knew and Tyler was the closest thing to a friend he had lately. It was a shame that they barely knew each other out side of business. That aside, he began to think. He knew right away he was going to help, however he didn't yet know the means by which to carry this out. it was time for some questions. "First of all, no one attacks my associates without me taking an interest in finding who did it. So, to start, I will take the job. However, I am a sniper. I don't really have any demolitions experience so I don't know about doing any firebombing. If you want someone dead, however, I can arrange a body for you. I will, of course, have a few questions about the target location though."

Tyler nods, offering a grim smile. "Of course, of course. I don't want him to be killed… yet. I want him to experience what I've had to go through. he tried to fuck with my livelihood to get a leg up, and it's been a serious setback." He speaks very matter-of-factly. For him this is just business, with maybe a little revenge thrown in for good measure. "I want his strip club destroyed, and I want him to burn with it. But I want you to let him know that I'm the one who did this to him."

Dante nods as he thinks on it. "it seems I will need at least one with me for demolitions. possibly another for if we have to go in up close and personal. First of all what kind of building are we talking about? if there are guards it would be good to know where, camera locations would help to. if there are many windows in the building that aren't bullet proof, a nigh spot outside where I could get a good view to some hot spots would be helpful. the more intel I have about the surroundings, the more efficiently I can get in, get out, and get gone without anyone but the mark knowing I was there. Best case scenario of course.

Tyler shakes his head in dismay. "I don't know anything about his security. I can't help you there. But I can tell you he calls himself Goldie, and he does business out of Sin-TaXXX, a titty joint in the UCAS district, almost on the edge of the Warrens."

Dante nods and starts to work out a few things in his head. "Very well. He probably doesn't know yet that your alive. We could use that to our advantage. As for actually doing anything, I will have to do some research first. As a club it is probably closed for now. I can swing on by and get a decent idea of what the place is like on the outside and might get a peak at any outside security, like cameras, while it isn’t so busy. Later tonight, I can pose as a customer and stake the place out from the inside. I can get a feel for where everything is and might even find his office. After that, I can decide on the course of action that may be best for taking the place down. Would you prefer another meeting after my stake out so I can tell you the details? or would you prefer to keep some distance from the actual workings to maintain some degree of deniability?

Tyler nods satisfactorily. "I don't need to see you until the situation is handled. Aside from Goldie knowing that I sent you before he dies, I'll keep my distance. I don't need more heat coming down on me than I've already got." With that he stands and finishes his cup of coffee before coming around the desk to offer a handshake. "Sorry to bring you into this, but business is business, and I know that I can trust you."

Dante stands up as things seem to be winding down and takes the offered hand in a firm shake "I thank you for your trust. I will do my utmost best to make sure the job is done.

Mr. Vodring walks you out of the warehouse as his workers continue offloading crates from the parked semi. He bids you a fond farewell and returns to barking orders at the grunts who are organizing his merchandise.

Club Sin-TaXXX

Dante makes his way back to his truck and climbs in. With the location of the club memorized, he made his way there. He drove slowly, though not so much that he disrupted traffic and gave the surrounding area a look over. He looked for some kind of parking lot to park in for a couple minutes or even better a parking garage to get a bird's eye view.

The strip joint is situated in a run-down area of the UCAS sector not too far from the Warrens on a main street. Faded paint and trash decorate the buildings and streets in this area, making the Sin-TaXXX club the only vivid feature of an otherwise derelict neighborhood. An open parking lot is apparently located around the back side of the building so as not to make its customers' vehicles vulnerable to theft while they visit, and a few miserable restaurants, apartment buildings and Stuffer Shack mini-marts make up the rest of the surroundings.

The club's sign is huge and colorful, with big swooping neon lights. The building is painted a garish pink and the nearest buildings keep the parking lot from being very visible from the street.

Dante parks in an available spot across the street and grabs his cell and makes as if he is just making a call. The phone was off but he was trying to look in conspicuous while he checked for security.

+ Scoping Security 

From your vantage point across the street you can't see much more than a windowless, doorless face of the pink building, but you notice that the mural across the street-side wall must have been made by a very talented artist. Obviously very well-versed in female anatomy. A few cars cruise by with ice crusted onto the hoods and roofs, but no activity comes to or from the club at this time of day.

Dante sets his phone down and restarts the truck. He drives around to the back side of the building and pulls into the parking lot. he mentally prepares his acting face and steps out of the truck to get a better look around. He acts as if he is lost and rubs a hand on the back of his neck. His eyes, however, never stop working as he looks around for security cameras on and around the target building and those surrounding it.

+ Scoping Security 

A camera is posted above a short set of stairs leading to large metal double doors in plain view to dissuade any trouble from happening in the parking lot. The pink motif of the building is continued on this side, only with more graphic images since it is not directly facing the street.

There are three vehicles parked in the lot right now as well. One of them is covered in snow as though it did not leave the lot last night.

+ Parking Lot Check 

The snow-covered car's plates are covered with last night's snow. Bumpers tend to collect quite a bit of the stuff, apparently. But you can see the first letter. It appears to be a standard license plate.

Dante nods as if finding what he was looking for and gets back into his truck. he makes his way home, stopping at a drive through for a bite to eat. He parks in his lot and brings his gear with him back to the room after locking up the vehicle. He hit in a chair by his bed and lays his rifle next to him and reaches for his phone to give his other contact a call.

+ Running the Plates

Evening sets in between four or five o'clock, the setting sun lengthening the shadows and covering the city in darkness…

Club Sin-TaXXX II

Now into the evening, the parking lot of the club is roughly one third full. Six pm is still relatively early for the club, and it's not a weekend, so there aren't too many visitors and parking is easy to find. A street light illuminates the lot from overhead and snow drifts gently through the arc of light it creates.

Dante parks his truck in the darkest part he could find while still keeping close to an exit in case he needed to be gone quickly. He exited his truck and made his way towards the double doors. he kept his eyes open for trouble as he made his way to the club and kept his hands tucked in his coat pockets for warmth. His hair was combed and he wore a dash of some cheap cologne to give the appearance that he was just another customer.

The snow-covered car from earlier in the day has apparently been retrieved by whoever left it there the night before. Chances are, it was just someone who got too drunk to drive and got a ride from a friend. Or maybe someone got lucky and took a stripper home. Who knows. Upon approaching the doors, you climb the three wide stairs and enter just as two frat-boy jock types arrive. Inside, two men wearing black winter jackets and black pants wait to process the patrons. The first is a human who stops you and asks for ID.

Dante offers his drivers license to one of the guards without even batting an eye, while giving a polite nod of greeting to the other.

The man who stopped you takes your credstick and slots it, peering at a screen on his reader. He compares the image on screen to your appearance before passing you along to the next person, this one a white human male with numerous facial piercings and long dreadlocks. "Ten 'yen, chummer." The dready holds out another credreader for you to slot.

Dante nods and grabs his credstick. He slots it in and pays the entry fee with a small tip included before offering a smile to the guard. "No problem at all. I included a small tip as well."

Another fully visible camera is mounted in the hall in such a way that you cannot avoid facing it as you follow the hallway to the source of the blaring dance music. Through fake velvet curtains which are held apart on each side of a doorway, you can see a the interior of the club; dim lighting on the floor illuminates just enough to navigate the tables, but one of the three stages is brightly lit with strobes and colored gel lamps. Booths line two of the walls, a bar makes up the third, and the fourth is marked by bathroom doors and one Employees Only door.

At the illuminated stage, a blonde elf gyrates to the music on the sound system for four men who sit at the stage railing offering paper slips which they've received from the bartender in exchange for cred. Elsewhere, in the dimness, various tables and booths are occupied by small groups of chatty dudes, and there are some regulars lingering at the bar.

Dante takes in the scenery. He makes a mental note of the exits and feels comfortable with the low light; those without the low light vision he had would be at a disadvantage. For now though it was all about just gathering intel, but he might as well fit the part of a customer. He made his way to the bar and ordered a drink, low alcohol and decent taste. He turns away from the bar as his order is prepared and passes a glance around the room. he was keeping an eye open for extra cameras, and guards. He also kept an eye on the employee only door to watch for traffic. He would keep an eye on that for most of the night.

+ In Da Club 

The first thing you notice is that the beer here is pretty shitty, but that's not why you came here is it? More cameras are visible to your scan; one watching the bar, one on each stage, and a black bubble on the ceiling which surely must house a camera for watching the patrons. As for guards, the bartender is a middle-aged lady showing a lot of skin but dressed in black. Definitely not cybered. The dj however, is dressed all in black casual clothes like the men at the door. Simply wearing black seems to be the work uniform here. No suits or anything. This is more of a working man's bar. The Employees Only door happens to open occasionally, and over a period of time you see a couple of men pass through, but nothing to indicate it is anything other than an office.

Dante looks the place over and dedicates the camera locations and the overall look of the place to memory. with little else to do for the time being, he decides to wait. He lets time slip by and has a couple more low alcohol drinks until things start to get a little busier. He was approached a couple times by a few of the dancers, but he politely refused their "services". He listened to the music and tried his best to gradually make his body language suggest he had had a couple over his sobriety tolerance.

The elf completes her three song "set" and gathers her clothing and cred slips. The stage lights fade out with the music and the dj announces the next dancer. "Comin' up neeeext is Reina! Queen'a the latinaaaaas!"

The lights go up on the second of the three stages and a latin human girl begins to dance as music surges through the room again. The place is starting to get a little more full over time; maybe fifteen more patrons have showed up.

Eventually, a small entourage waltzes through the main entrance consisting of a tall black man in a fairly nice suit, a girl on each arm, and two decently dressed bodyguards. They couldn't be anything but.

Dante glances at the trio and decides to keep an eye on them all. He wanted to see where they were going. He finishes his drink and turns a little to the side to call the bartender over but not so much to let the 3 men out of his view. "Excuse me…um..m.miss?" he speaks with a slight slur to try and further the impression. "Who is the guy who owns this place? I wanna…wanted to leave a tip in appreciation for the the the music, and the drinks, and the view and, heh just all over really. I just dun know who…who he is."

+ Bartenders Like Drinkers... 

The bartender sizes you up, putting her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrows. "The owner, huh?" She's fairly pretty, but looks like she's lived a hard life. She probably used to be a dancer herself, but once the golden years of her twenties had passed she moved into the related field of tending bar. "Yeah, I could show you who runs this place. For ten 'yen. Special first-timer price." She smirks and waits for your response. The entourage takes a booth in a far corner and the elf girl comes out of the back room, now dressed and heads over to them.

+ But They Don't Like Drunks! 

Dante blinks as she makes the offer and he makes his head bob up and down in an unbalanced fashion. "uh…s..sure I guess but I wouldn't be able to leave as much for…for a tip. would 5 be ok?" he looks up and squints a bit as if he is thinking. still really playing up the drunken customer roll.

The bartender shakes her head, smiling to herself. "Look. I spend every day of my life dealing with drunks like you. I'll tell the manager you appreciate his hospitality, but nobody wants to deal with drunks. And THAT. is why. I get. PAID." With that she starts to head to a new customer.

Dante nods a little making a mental note to tone it down a bit for future reference and sets his glass to the side. despite the lack of info from the bartender, he does leave her a tip for the drinks and makes his way over to a booth a little across the way from the 3 he was watching. He took a seat and sat waiting for one of the dancers to come back. Bartenders may be a bit tough to crack, but maybe a dancer would be a little more willing to let go of some info for a few creds.

Eventually Reina finishes her dance and the blonde elf is called back onstage from the booth with the entourage. It seems there are only the two girls working right now, and they're trading off shifts. The dj announces the blonde as "Scandal" as the music kicks back in and she begins her routine. After a few minutes in the back room, changing it would seem, Reina makes her way back onto the floor to patrol for customers interested in something… extra…

+ El Ojo de La Tigre 

Reina

The latina struts her way over to your booth after scanning the crowd and slides in next to you, acting very coy. In a light Hispanic accent she purrs, "I didn't see you up at the rack, honey, and you're sitting here all alone." She pretends to pout, but it becomes an alluring smile. "You shy..?" She traces a finger along your ear and leans in, exposing a generous view of "Cleveland" in her low-cut blouse.

Dante blinks in surprise as the woman sets next to him and gives a slight shiver as she toys with his ear. He recognized her from the dance floor earlier and gave a slight scoot to the side. "I am, in some respects I suppose. I was actually just hoping for some company to talk with. I was rather curious about some of the things around here, but I haven't really found anyone who could help me. Do you think you could help?" He asked with a slight look of distress on his face. He tried to hide most of it but the close proximity was a little intimidating.

"Yeah, honey, I can help you all night long." She won't let up on the act and even goes so far as to stand up and display herself in front of your booth. She remains clothed, but is obviously trying to work it. Others in the room who find her irresistible make small peeks to see what she is up to.

Dante nods as he has a thought. alright then, she is obviously a "working woman" but maybe he could use that to his advantage. if it is cred she is after then he could help with that…but they needed privacy. He decided to go with the act for now. "um..well. What I had in mind requires a certain degree of privacy. Did you happen to know of a place nearby?

Reina nods and leans down to take your hand. She pulls you to your feet, saying, "Right this way, honey…" She leads you through the Employees Only door, behind which is a large human man with the obligatory black ensemble of the crew here. She smiles to the man who does nothing more than look you up and down, and she chats you up as she leads you down a hall into one of half a dozen unmarked doors along the small hall. She opens one and playfully pushes you inside.

Dante stumbles back into the room and gives it a quick glance around. he was interested mostly to see if there was any security but also to look around the room to see what was in it. he was going to ask if it was private in here later too.

Dante looks back at the woman as she slides into the room. he waits for her to close the door behind her before speaking up. "is it private in here? like…no one is going to see or hear us?" he makes a final attempt to seem innocent and nervous

The girl joins you inside the room and closes the door. It's a simple room about ten by ten feet, with a couch, a coffee table and a mirror, probably used as a dressing room when more girls are working. For now it seems to be just the private place you were looking for… "No, it's just fine, honey," she says in her light accent, "but Bruno?" She gestures as though to the man out in the hall. "He'll hear me if I scream so don't even think about pullin' any shit, got me?" She folds her arms in front of her and peers at you for a minute, possibly regretting her decision to bring you back. "You even got any money?"

Dante nods and goes to sit in one of the chairs in the room. "I am guessing you already figured I am not one of your normal customers. I promise you I mean no harm. I won’t even stand from this chair if it makes you feel more comfortable. Not until we are done that is. All I really want is a little information. You can name your price. Besides, I assume a night off from making a strange man groan but still getting paid would be something that may interest you." he steepled his fingers and watched her. he looked calm but he was ready to bolt if he needed

The girl looks mad, but stands her ground in front of the door and asks in a low tone of voice, "Whatchoo wanna know and how much is it worth to you?"

Dante he nods "I don't want to take up too much of your time, miss. I only want to know more about a man named Goldie, and when he is here in his offices. I also need to make sure that what is said in here doesn't leave. that is why I am giving you the option of naming the price. If you do not wish to share any information with me, then I will give you 100 creds to forget you saw me and I will leave quietly. However, you would get much more if you will sit with me so that I may speak with you." He speaks slowly and nonthreateningly he wanted to make sure she knew that he meant no harm and that he only wanted to talk.

Reina laughs out loud and curses in Spanish. She leans toward you, revealing her cleavage again and jerks a thumb over her shoulder. "He's in the fucking bar, idiota!" She's sassy, this one. "And if you got business wi' him, I don't wanna know a fuckin' thing." She now opens the door and stands in a way that your back will be to her as you leave the room.

Bruno stands before the door to the bar, a hulking mass ready to put a stop to any problems.

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Dante nods with his guess now confirmed. it seemed like only a little information but to him it spoke volumes. He stood and walked forward towards the two and gave a polite smile towards the woman. "I thank you for an excellent time, ma’am. what do I owe you?" he says with a hint to what he said before that she may name her price. he wanted make sure that she was content to keep their little secret.

Bruno watches you come down the hall as Reina struts along behind, calling out to her in a deep baritone, "That was quick. What are you chargin' this one, honey?"

"A hundred even."

The hulk takes your credstick and slots it in the device next to his computer then hands it back, and you watch as the counter on your credstick rolls down to one hundred less than you came in with. Getting information seems to cost a good deal, but you should be no stranger to the value of information in this day and age.

Access back into the bar is granted.

Club Sin-TaXXX III

+ Dante is Spotted 
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Goldie's little group makes a lot of noise in their booth. Well, his bodyguards don't make a sound, but Goldie himself does, bragging and laughing with his arm-candy. The two ladies titter and giggle at his jokes, sipping drinks that are brought to them steadily. Goldie himself seems to have had a few as well. He does happen to catch you looking at him for a brief moment…

As for the rest of the bar, things seem very normal, as more customers arrive, more dancers do their thing, and more drunkenness ensues.

+ Decisions 

Dante stands from his seat after catching eyes with the target and gives a slight smile as if he had a few too many. He staggers his way towards the entrance and gives the bouncers there a smile and a polite nod before heading out the door. once out of range of the camera he gave a look back and straightened up before heading to his truck. He drove it out of the parking lot and parked in a dark corner across the street though keeping an eye on the parking lot exit. His plan was to wait it out and see when the mark would leave, and possibly his plate. The engine went off as did the lights and then the waiting began.

+ Watching the Door 

The Sandman

The clock on the Brumby's dash slowly creeps to midnight as the stakeout continues. The weather stays clear though, so there is no difficulty seeing the parking lot and the entrance to the club from your position across the street. Regular street traffic and club customers come and go as you pass the hours in the driver's seat, but there is no sign yet of Goldie and his group leaving the club.

+ Eyelids... Getting... Heavy... 

Dante kept a vigilant eye on the building, but before he even realized he was feeling tired, he was dozing. A passing car's lights woke him from his snooze and he mentally kicked himself for his slip. Not wanting to get caught out in the open with his eyes closed he figured he had gathered enough info for one night and decided it was time to head home. He drove back with little trouble and brought his gear back into the apartment. before entering he glanced down the hall to where he knew another runner lived. He had worked with her before and made a mental note to check with her later to see if she wanted in. After entering he locked the door, set his gear on the far side of the bed, placed his ares under his pillow, (safety on of course) and set his phone volume high in case he was called. He then lay down to get some rest. There was more work to be done tomorrow.

DAY TWO

Johney Come Lately

At 6:03 your phone begins to flash and ring, pulling you from your slumber…

Dante wakes up and reaches for his gun at first before he realizes it was just the phone. he takes his finger off of the safety and reaches for his phone. He clears his throat and answers trying to keep the sleep from his voice "This is Dante."

Johney is on the other end. He speaks quickly, and to the point: "Got some data for you. Check your inbox. Don't forget my cred, chummer. I'm out." He hangs up and shortly after the line goes dead, your inbox icon begins to flash. The datafile is relatively minimal, providing names, addresses, insurance policies and DMV data connected to the two license plates you had him research. They appear to be employees of Sin-TaXXX. One, an Emilia Espanoza, has a minor shoplifting charge on her record, and is a member of the cleaning crew. The other appears to belong to the huge bald man, Bruno, who watches over the back rooms.

Dante looks over the info gives it a quick think over. it was a bit minimal but it was enough to make him think.

+ Johney Krosh's Contribution 
+ Googling Bruno 
+ Legwork & Gear Acquisition 

DAY THREE

Enter Effek & Baron

Through contacts of contacts of contacts, word has crept through the shadows, alerting each of you of this run. A new runner who goes by the name Dante is looking for some backup on a wetwork run and you've decided to follow up on the job.

Effek gets the information needed as he gathers his stuff. Feeding his cat he shuts of his one light as he leaves. Arson is nothing to mess around with. Making his way to the strip club he looks around for the RV, having little memory of it he still recalls witch one it is. He approaches the RV/truck and nods.

After hearing about the run, and learning enough to know there was a decent enough payout, you make your way to the meet point: an RV in the parking lot of the Sin-TaXXX club to discuss tonight's festivities…

Baron waits inside his RV, anyone knocking is responded with a look out the window, then the door opening and the fat rigger gesturing for them to come inside. He sits back down on his bed, his deck still jacked into his head.

Effek nods as the door opens "Good evening." He smiles trying to acted friendly, only a fool will try and be hostile in a riggers own vehicle.

The strip joint known as Sin-TaXXX is situated in a run-down area of the UCAS sector not too far from the Warrens on a main street. Faded paint and trash-filled gutters decorate the buildings and streets in this area, making the club the only vivid feature of an otherwise derelict neighborhood. An open parking lot is apparently located around the back side of the building so as not to make its customers' vehicles vulnerable to theft while they visit, and a few miserable restaurants, apartment buildings and Stuffer Shack mini-marts make up the rest of the surroundings. The club's sign is huge and colorful, with big swooping neon lights. The building is painted a garish pink and the nearest buildings keep the parking lot from being very visible from the street. A mural across the street-side wall must have been made by a very talented artist. Obviously very well-versed in female anatomy. A few cars cruise by with ice crusted onto the hoods and roofs, but no activity comes to or from the club at this time of day.

Dante drives in through the ally way so he could get a peek at the one side he had yet to see. He gives it a look over to see if there are any doorways or cameras on this side. after memorizing that side of the building he drives his truck towards the parking lot and parks so that when he was ready to leave, he would need only drive off. He did leave enough space between him and the traffic lane, though, to allow room for the panicked civilians he know would be leaving soon after the "fun" began. He then walked up to the RV, now painted a bit differently then he remembered, and knocked at the door.

Baron yells out from his bed "Its open!" then lays back down, grabbing a coke and taking a drink. In a bowl next to the bed is a supply of candy, snickers, licorice, reeces, yes, this guy likes his snacks.

Dante opens the door and walks in getting a view of the decker in back and the other runner which he had yet to meet yet. He smiled and gave a slight wave to the decker. "good to see you again. Got the RV all painted up I see."

As you cruise through the narrow alley, you notice a small, raised concrete platform with three stairs and a railing, with a door marked "Not An Entrance" that leads into the building. There is no handle on the door, and it appears to be just a miniature loading dock where kegs would be carted from trucks into the building. An obvious camera is located on the corner of the building facing the doorway to prevent break-ins.

Effek nods as the door opens "Good evening." He smiles trying to acted friendly, only a fool will try and be hostile in a riggers own vehicle.

Baron chuckles "Yea, I got some special paint on order too."

Dante he nods "that is good, worse case scenario you might need it tonight. However, I have done enough digging that if all goes well, we should be in and out in approximately 13 minutes." He looks over to the other runner and offers a polite smile. I believe introductions are in order first of all. You may call me Dante. Before we Begin, I trust the matter of payment has already been discussed with you and you are here to work. If not I can explain the details to you and you can decide if you will accompany me."

Effek nods "Correct. Name is Effek."

Dante begins to pace "all right then. First thing. This hit has a few special circumstances. The mark we are going after is not to be killed. If you can knock him out, that is fine. But he is to remain alive until I torch the place. Our employer wants our mark to think about a message while he is burned in his own building. Before I go any further, do either of you have a problem with this?"

Baron shakes his head and climbs off his bed "Nope, I can load gel in my drone, keep talking while I work." he heads into the back of the RV, and starts working on changing the ammo out in his Steel Lynx

Effek shakes his head "20-30k? no."

The sun has begun setting, early, as it does in the mountains of Colorado. And though the day was relatively warm, the clear skies are allowing a heavy chill to set in as it gets dark. The slush in the parking lot had started to crust over as the group began their meeting in the conspicuous RV.

Dante raises a hand at baron "there will be a few in there that we might need to kill. but that is for further explanation. Let me give you the lay out and then we can plan how we will set up our equipment." He sits down in one of the free seats and looks up at the two. His eyes were calculating as he went over the information he had gathered.

Baron grunts and keeps changing his ammo "I'll just use gel to be safe, you can kill them when they are unconscious if you want."

+ Sad News for Baron 

Dante speaks "There are two outside cameras. they are noticeable, not hidden in any way. The first is the one we need to worry about since that is our point of entry. the Second is near a door I want your <he points to baron> little mechanical friend to be waiting at. Out of camera view of course. I want effek to go in through the front and hold the double doors open for me for a few seconds. I will take two shots then while positioned in the bed of my truck. After my initial 2 shots I want you to go in and either finish the last guard, or go strait in and start causing trouble. try to keep the civilian casualties to a minimum, but I know some may be unavoidable. There will be 2 goons with the mark. they need to go first, if possible. there will be one more in the hall leading to the rooms. He will need to go also. Once inside, there are camera's all on the ceiling. Once we torch the place it wont really matter, but if you want, I suggest wearing a mask just in case. I will hurry in after you once you are in. make as much noice as possible and try to clear the place. I will come in and assist as soon as possible.Once the place is clear I will go for the mark. I want you to go to the bar at this point an grab as much High grade alcohol as you can and toss it around everywhere. I will come back with the mark and tie him to the stage and deliver the message. after the alcohol is spread and the mark tied up you go back to the RV and get ready to leave. I will toss a few white phosphorous at this point and leave. then all we need to do is find cover and lay low til morning.

Effek nods and looks about "Sounds good…" grabbing his shotgun he places it on his back and loads his Ingram's. "Im guessing the guards can die?"

Effek adds "And any of you got a mask?"

Baron shakes his head "No mask here."

Dante looks at effek and nods "the guards do not need to live. but be careful not to hit the mark"

Effek pulling his bag forward on his lap he dig's through it pulling out a troll sized gas mask. He sighs "I guess?"

Effek nods "Ok Ingram's have shell, shotty is deadly ammo."

+ Assumed Shopping 

Dante nods having laid out the plan. now time to go over it. "all right, effek where will you be?"

Effek says "By your plan I will be going through the front and eliminating threats."

Dante nods "yes. fairly strait forward. However if you hold the door open for me I will take out on of the bouncers from a distance and possibly hurt the other. should make your job that much easier.

Effek says "Comm frequency would we like to find one?"

Effek nods "I got that all in the plan."

As the discussion carries on, a car can be heard pulling up outside the RV. A door slams and crunching footsteps disappear toward the club.

Dante hears the noise and peeks out the window to see who it is.

You see the back of a slim, dreadlocked person disappearing into the double doors of the club.

+ Rasta 

Simply based on the fact that the person entering the club was wearing all black, you assume it may have been one of the doormen who you passed when you entered the other night.

Dante shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing "and Baron. where will you be?"

Baron grins "I'll be in my RV, but the drone will be watching that door you told me to watch, and out of camera sight."

Dante nods approvingly and stands. "Alright then, we have our plan. Now, We wait. I will wait in my truck and watch from a more, discreet location across the street for the mark to arrive. after He is here I want to wait a couple hours for him and the guards to get a few drinks in them and get well settled in. At about 8 or 9 Is when I want to go in. remember, I want to try to get in and out in as little time as possible. Ideally 12 minutes. any questions?

Baron shakes his head and finishes changing his ammo "No questions."

+ A Slap On The Wrist 

Dante gives everyone a nod and a slight grin of confidence. He then makes his way to his truck, grabs his rifle from the front, and hops into the bed of his truck. he had dusted it out from snow earlier. He lays flat in the shadow of his truck bed and gets a bead on the entrance. He then speaks into his comm to confirm he was set.

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "all set here. remember to try to hold the door for at least a few seconds. you canlet go when the first guard drops."

From where Dante hides in the bed of his truck, he can observe the parking lot from across the street. His view of the main entrance is slightly at an angle, but clear.

Baron waits to position his drone until the call to action goes out. it might be a little odd for a machine gun wielding bot to be sitting in the parking lot.

Baron's RV has been moved to the entrance of the alley, ready to wheel out the Steel Lynx once the first shot has been fired.

As the runners wait out the arrival of Goldie, Dante's target, night creeps onward until the chill bites sharply and breath is easily visible. Customers flow into the lot slowly, as it's Sunday, not one of the busiest nights for this club apparently. Eventually a large SUV pulls in, all black, with tinted windows, and a group of well-dressed men hop out. First two large black men in suits, then a tall thin black man, and finally two ladies dressed in revealing outfits, apparently freezing as they hop on their stiletto heels to get inside.

Dante waits until the group went inside and whispered over the comm

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "alright daddy's home. lets go inside from playing, warm up and get set up to make a nice winter fire in a couple hours."

The back of the RV opens and lowers, a drone rolling out into the alleyway and then finding a corner to park near, maybe a dumpster to half hide behind and give a view of the back door. Its loaded with Gel ammo at the moment, no need to kill everyone.

Dante leaves his rifle underneath a blanket in the back and moves to the front of his truck to warm up. he made sure his ares had gel rounds loaded in it but also snagged a clip of exex ammo just in case. He had a few rounds in his coat for his rifle but these were only just in case rounds. his rifle was loaded with 4 exex rounds ro fire first before the rest were gel. he waited 2 and a half hours to give goldie time to get a few drinks in his system. if he was as much a player as he seemed then he wasn't going anywhere for a while. after time had passed, still keeping an eye on the building while he waited, he called a ready over his radio as he hoped back into position in the back of the truck and put another bead on the door

In the time that passes, the club gets more crowded. Not a huge crowd by any means, but for the typical Sunday worker, it's time to blow off some steam to make up for the lost weekend. The cars in the lot multiply slowly until about a quarter of the spots in the small lot are filled.

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "alright guys, I don't wanna wait too much long. mr. g has had plenty of time to socialize and drink it up. lets really get this party started."

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "OK, we ready?"

Effek slips the gas mask over his face, the only thing available in his possession that can cover his face from the camera's. He reaches over the edge of the vehicle pushing himself out, he turns shotgun in hand and dashes towards the front door. Making his way towards the door, as he reaches it he announces over the Comm. Unit ««Door open, guns free! Engage!" Swinging open the door infront of the guard he takes cover by the wall, waiting for the shot by Dante too be made before he himself dashes in.

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Ready"

As the door swings wide, held in the troll's massive paw, a first security guard can be seen just inside. The entrance is shadowy, and he is wearing all black, but it's a pretty clear shot for our sniper.

Siege on Castle SinTaXXX

+ Dante Pays The Door Man 

The guard steps forward to inquire what the fuck the troll is doing holding his door open and freezing his ass! But little did he know, Dante had a bead on him. The single round of ExEx blows his left arm off from the shoulder, sending blood spray and shredded kevlar onto Effek. The man crumples backward in the doorway, and the second, dreadlocked man leaps up from his stool further back.

+ Init Rolls 

The drone waits in the alley, ready to fire its gel rounds at anyone coming out the back door.

A conveniently located dumpster keeps the drone cloaked in shadow…

Dante quickly targets the second guy now standing nice and pretty for him. He takes a moment to aim to make sure the shot finds it's mark in one and flexes his fingers in the custom grips. He then slowly breathes out and takes the shot.

+ Dante's Second Kill 

Dante takes the next guards head of and gets a satisfactory grin as he falls to the floor. his part was done till he got in with effek he quickly let him know over the comm

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "effek go!"

The entrance is a short hall lined with velvet curtains along the walls. Loud pulsating dance beats blare out of an arch on the right side at the far end. The bodies of the two security guards lay lifeless, though the one further in that used to have dreadlocks is having some interesting leg spasms.

Effek nodding as he turns into the hallway, letting go of the door as he takes place with his SPAS-22. He moves cautiously down the hallway scanning each corner right to left. He passes the lifeless security guard, his large boots leaving bloody footprints as he trails along. THe music loud and bumping but still doesn't drown out the spassing thumping of the dead guards leg, rattling against the picture that crashed to the floor as the explosive ammo tore apart the room.

+ Perception Rolls 

The music keeps pumping, but the chaos of the situation is starting to spread. It seems a couple of jackmormons drinking jaegermeister spotted the headless corpse of the second guard hit the floor, and the people are getting frantic. The dj stands from his sound booth across the room and moves toward a door marked Employees Only. Roughly 30 bodies are scattered about, some wearing more clothing than others.

A fully visible camera on the wall of the hallway is surely documenting Effek's entrance…

Through fake velvet curtains which are held apart on each side of a doorway, you can see the interior of the club; dim lighting on the floor illuminates just enough to navigate the tables, but two of the three stages are brightly lit with strobes and colored gel lamps. Booths line two of the walls, a bar makes up the third, and the fourth is marked by bathroom doors and one Employees Only door.

Effek scans the room, aiming with his shotgun right to left. He takes a mental note to move behind the bar after all partial cover is better then noe and one should always find cover. He continues to search through the chaos for anybody that can prove hostile as he moves behind the bar breaking a few alcohalic bottles too fule the fire later. Over the Comm. Unit he announces ««"DJ ran through the back. Most likly he is alerting everyone, lets make this quick and not let them escape!"

+ Init Rolls 

Baron remains watching from his drone, cause as soon as the backdoor opens, things are gonna happen…but until then….he eats a candybar while he sits in the back of his RV

The Employees Only door straight across the room from Effek pops open briefly and a bald-skinned head peeps out at the panicking patrons. the door promptly shuts once again, and the customers who have looked to the velvet entrance where the troll stands are starting to realize the danger of the situation.

The dj crouches and throws himself into the Employee door at a full run. One of the strippers makes to follow him, heading out of a booth on the right side wall. The booth is occupied by a trio of black men, one of whom stands and pulls a massive pistol from his jacket…

+ Shots Fired 

Effek turning as he catches out of the corner of his eye the bald headed racist burst out of the door.

Effek frowns as he turns, through the bright lights and panic moving crowd a flash is seen, no sound but the screams. Just as the flash is seen a shot takes its spot among Effek plated armor, a little bit of dust is follwed along with a tiny bit of smoke from the bullet as Effek brushes it away like a everyday proccess.

+ Comment to Effek 

Dante was halfway across the parking lot when he heard the shot from inside. he didn't want to miss much of the party so he kicked his legs faster running towards the entrance of the building. his face was hidden behind a black ski mask as he got to the front of the building. <only running and telling baron to be ready if I can. other then that Im done.>

+ No One is Perfect 

Effek brushes the bullet aside, wanting to chuckle and mock the man but with the ski mask on it will pose little. Not really caring for the guy just yet and not wanting to shot too many people in the crossfire he decides to scan the room for any more hostiles that prove to be a threat. If anything goes way wrong he is prepared to leap down using the bar as cover.

+ Room Info 

Baron throws a wrapper in the trashcan then gets up and heads towards the fridge, unfortunately his cable gets tangled up in the bedding and his head snaps back just as his hand is reaching out for the fridge door, the momentum of the fat man cannot be stopped, and he falls backwards onto the floor. After laying there for a few seconds, and glad no one saw this, he climbs back to his feet, untangles his cable, and grabs a fizzy coke from the fridge. His attention still on the screen in his head showing the back door.

A skinny, well-dressed man with curly black hair pops his head up from the large booth ten meters to the right of the troll.

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He yells to the two larger men in the booth, one being the man who shot Effek, then ducks. His words can't be heard over the dance beats and screaming. He then clambers his way under the booth table and behind his guards, running in a crouch to the Employees Only door. He has just enough time to lay his hand on the doorknob.

The large man who couldn't phase the troll nods to the retreating man who leaves the booth. This guard wears mirrored sunglasses indoors which makes him easy to spot in the crowd, even without the whole 'firing a gun at Effek' thing. He sidesteps to cover his boss and keeps firing at the troll as the dj, the man he's protecting, and his other large companion all slip inside the solid-looking doorway.

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "One hostile in sight. Target has left through a back door!"

+ Firing at Effek 

Effek continues to scan the crowd and relay any more hostiles over the comm. He watches as the bald goon opens the door and the target scrambles in. Just as the door shuts Effek goes back to using the buck plate of his shotgun and breaking the bottles. Just as he breaks as munch as he feels he needs to a gun shot is heard. A bullet follows its chosen path and hits Effeks plated armor again. The bullet hits Effeks back, followed by a second one taking its mark to the side of his stomach. Both bullets pose absolutely little effect to — Effek but at this point he is starting to get fed up.

+ Init Rolls 

Baron returns to his bed, drinking a fizzy coke, and grabbing a half ate bag of tortilla chips. He lays down, eating and drinking, and waiting to shoot something, easy money.

People are starting to get brave, forcing their way past the massive troll. One half-clothed stripper is followed by a customer or three as they charge down the hall toward Dante.

Dante puts the strap of his rifle over his shoulder and draws his ares. as he makes his way in and sees the crowd he raised it over his head and fired two shots into the ceiling and yelled as loud as he was able "Everyone out now! this place is coming down so if you wanna live, LEAVE!" making sure the others saw his gun he stayed as far from the crowd as he could and made his way towards the archway and peeked in from around the corner.

Sure, its only been nine seconds, but nine seconds waiting for someone to come out of a back door is nerve wracking. A few chips crumble on his chest, and he reaches for a dustbuster to suck them off.

Effek continues to scan the room, knowing he cant just keeping taking shots. He decides to move to Dante's location. Picking up his shotty he keeps track and sight of the crowd, dont want any surprises.

Though he's a BIG man, he moves pretty quick on his feet. The black guard who stayed behind kind of gallops sideways to the dj booth right next to the door where his group disappeared. The sound booth has a low, solid wall which he ducks behind, but not before he squeezes off two more rounds toward the entrance where the runners hide.

+ Shots on Effek 

His shots fly aimlessly, kicking up gouts of dust from the drywall where they strike. The crowd running around like chickens with their heads cut off are now being caked with white dust.

+ Init 

Baron takes a drink of his fizzycoke, and keeps his eyes on the back door. Somethings gonna happen eventually….

Dante ran out from his position and weaved his way in and out of the crowd making hisway towards the bar. his side arm was tucked back into his holster but as he ranhe slipped the strap over his neck to give it a better hold onto him. as he approached the bar he lept onto the bar, knocking over some glassware and bottles as he did. he sliped but was able to catch himself nd just landed on the other side of the bar and ducked behind it. he sliped his rifle off of his shoulder from here and radioed effek

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "where is he?"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Target or the asshole shooting at us?"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Baron, have you engaged anybody in the back yet?"

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Nope, back door aint opened yet"

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "asshole of course. Sorry it took me so long to get in here."

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Ok Baron, that is good. That means they are still in here. All good Dante, little threat posed so far."

The alleyway door slams open with a heavy clang from hitting the guard rail nearby. An obese black man in a suit pops out, propping the door open and holding his hand in a 'STOP' motion to those who must be following him. He carries a short-barreled pump-action shotgun in his other hand as he scans the alley…

+ Guard's Perception 

The man who Effek or Dante would recognize as the club's DJ pushes past the black body guard's outstretched hand and starts to pump his legs as fast as possible. He doesn't even take note of his surroundings, he just bolts at top speed. After the man gets past him, the bodyguard makes an angry expression, stating "Stupid cracker," and starts to peer into the shadows near the dumpsters.

+ DJ Target Practice 

The drone finally sees action, the turret turns, tracking the first target fleeing, cause well, might as well shoot everyone, a burst of bullets slams into the DJ, knocking him to the ground senseless, then the turret turns quickly, bullets flying at the wall and moving towards the door where it stops on the guy with the shotgun, five bullets are fired at the fellow, but the guard manages to duck back inside too quickly.

Commlink-114.243> Effek points at the door "Target is somewhere behind that door I want to say?"

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Got someone out back, rest are hiding inside"

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "baron, if they are heading back in go after em. make sure they cant double back and we can pincer them between you and us. try to be quick but careful."

As the crowd settles into their chosen hiding places under tables or in the bathrooms, the guard in the DJ booth makes a desperate effort to guard the door. He pops his head up and fires toward Effek's hiding place to maintain some cover fire for his crew in the back.

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "I'll hold the door, no one gets outside"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "OK, I am fed up with this. The cops have been summoned and it is just a matter of time."

+ Shots on Effek 

Effek is showered in white powder from the predator round striking the wall nearby and the gunman makes a roly-poly sprint to the Employee door, punching in a code with fat but quick little sausage fingers. The door has pneumatic pistons, so it is still slightly open as Effek makes his move…

+ Effek Kills Sausage Fingers 

Effek peeks out his head, just as several bullets place just above him. The raining white power of the plastered wall pisses Effek off. By now he has had enough of this cowboy shit, he growls leaning out from behind the cover. Popping of a shot at the sausage fingered goon. The powerful SPASS-22 finds its mark in the goon's back and head. As the dust fills the area about the door one after ward can note the fat guy laying face down inside the doorway.

Effek taking note of the dead guy and seizing the opportunity dashes towards the open door. Like he said he was sick of the cowboy shit. :)

Dante peeks up from his position behind the bar and sees the troll moving towards the door. the place was a mess and there was still a few "idiots" hiding in a few places. He waved a hand to try to signal them to leave but if they didn't it was their own problem. he then called to effek on the com as he ran to the door.

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "remember, check your shots, keep the mark alive. I will be right behind you"

Commlink-114.243> Effek grumbles "Fine."

Meanwhile, in the alley… The drone picks up more activity from the emergency exit as the door peeps open a crack and a silhouette of an afro is visible for a moment. The sensors pick up a relatively high voice yelling, "Get these mothafuckin' drones out my mothafuckin' ALLEY!" And the door shuts just as quickly.

Baron munches on some chips and laughs to himself, almost choking as the voice yells out the door. He coughs a bit, spraying chips all over the bed. Though he doesn't bother to clean it up now, just waits for the door to open.

As Effek makes his way to the back-room door, it falls shut with a mechanical click. It doesn't stay closed for long though, as a huge white bald guy bursts forth, rippling with muscle. He's not as big as the troll, but he looks like he might actually be able to hold his own in an arm-wrestling competition.

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He carries a stun baton and a heavy pistol. "Come on motherfuckers!! Fuck with MY club???" He seems ready for some action.

Dante knows this man as Bruno Terrazzo, the ex-boxer with a limp from an old biking accident.

Dante sees the big hulking bouncer and grins. He stands from his spot bringing his rifle up with him. he takes aim at the man (if there is time) and calls at him "Hey Biggun!" he doesn't wait for his responce before he fires off a round at the large bouncer.

+ Bruno Gets Whacked 

Dante aimed true and fired a round strait at the bouncer's head. He had just enough time to look towards where the jeer had come from before his eyes were split by a small hole. less then a second later his head was simply not there any more as it became fresh paint for the door and wall behind him. the body of the bouncer fell to the floor with a satisfying thump and he smiled calling on the comm "one more down"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Baron, anymore activity out by the door? We are making our way towards the back now. I wont step foot out that back door, so note if anybody comes out dont think twice about shooting."

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "No ones brave enough to come out, I'll shoot anyone"

Commlink-114.243> Effek laughs "Good job, keep them in here and they will have nowhere to go."

The moment Bruno's headless corpse hits the ground, the lights go out, inducing shrieks of terror from the poor souls still gathered in the corners trying to stay out of the firefight.

Effek reaches up pulling his goggles over his eyes as he sighs. Looking at Dante he gestures his head for him too move up.

The music blips out of existence, and the shuddering sobs and heavy breathing of the bystanders can be heard.

Even in the alleyway the power shuts down leaving the Steel Lynx in utter darkness.

Dante hops up and over the counter. he hears the people still around and sighs exasperated. "Look people. we arent here for you. if you want to live to see friends and family, move to the front door and leave now. no one is going to harm you. just leave quickly and safely." he tries to put as much sincerity into his voice as possible to try and get the point across to the patrons.

Effek looks at the people then to Dante, he laughs loud enough for them to hear "If they want to burn to death in here then let them. They are not out concern weather they live or die!" He says this loud enough to Dante hoping they hear it and take note to leave.

Some of the more opportunistic people begin to leave their hiding places and stumble through the dark, hitting tables and smashing glass to get past each other and through the main entrance to their cars.

+ Perception 

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "Careful Effek, I think I hear something behind the door, I think whoever is back there is trying to get a jump on us, use the dark to your advantage. I will put a bead on the door from here and use the bar for cover."

Effek shrugs little as he moves around, looking at Dante "Remind me to grab there guns, and to buy a new pair of clothes." The blood soaked Troll actually feels more, enraged one would say by the presence of him covered in blood. It adds a whole like aciant tribal warrior perspective too it, maybe the fact that he is covered in blood and none of it is his. Effek turns a grumbles as none of the people have yet left.

Effek looks about "Speaking of guns where—-?" he looks around for that Ares II.

Dante crouches and moves slowly to the side until he could get a better view of the door from around the corner.

+ Init Rolls 

Baron munches on more chips, recovering from his laughter earlier, the lights out is new, but he can see any movement at the door, and if the door opens, the gun goes boom

+ Baron's Gluttony 

Baron coughs slightly, then starts to gag, something is stuck in his throat, he reaches for his fizzy coke, and starts guzzling it, his concentration on the drone now a bit split.

Dante once within sight of the door He holds his position waiting for the door to open either by effek's hands or those on the other side of the door. He will wait to observe who peeks out first. if it is anyone but his target, he is going to put one between their eyes. he holds steady breathing slowly as he waits

Escape Route

The door to the alley bursts open and light flares outward toward the drone and the dumpsters. Two points of light actually, pointed directly into the drone's camera sensors. They move at a steady pace across the loading dock toward the parking lot, making it roughly 6 meters along the wall.

+ Drone Perception 

Baron's drone sensors hear a familiar voice whispering, "Hold still, Bitch! Squirmin' and shit!"

+ Suppressive Fire 

The lights are somewhat blinding, and to compensate, the rigger decides just to spray the area with bullets. Just aiming at the wall behind the lights, and hoping the fact lots of bullets are flying about will hit someone….

+ Human Shields 

The lights waver, but don't lose their target as two women unleash blood-curdling screams one after the other.

Bullets spray, women scream, but, no one falls down…

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Got people outside, and I'm not taking them down…."

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Baron, is that back door open?"

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Not sure, busy with guys in the alley"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "K"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Dante, go see if the back door is open and if we cant enter from there. I will see how sturdy this wall is."

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "got it effek. baron what direction are the headed? I will try to cut them off from the other side."

Effek looks at Dante. "Shoot the wall with your EXEX, after that I will see how much I can do from there.

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Headed towards the parking lot"

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Never mind"

Effek places two side by side shots with the shotgun into the wall. He growls reloading his shotgun as he approaches the wall. The walls are fairly solid but he makes two decent head sized holes. They are just sheets of plastic resin braced with metal or wood supports. He then starts kicking the holes hoping to make them bigger.

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "Sorry Effek do what you can here. I am gonna try to cut off whoever is in the parking lot."

Commlink-114.243> Effek says, "Copy"

+ Hot Grabbing The Hole... 

Effek reaches hot grabbing the hole, he then steps back lifting his blood soaked massive boots kicking the wall. To little success he manages to make the hole about a meter bigger.

Dante ejects his last exex cartridge and catches it in the air, he didn't want to kill whoever he was shooting since he didn't know who it was yet. he put the shell with his spares and ran towards the front door. he stoped at the door and looked out into the parking lot from where he was and looked for where the people were.

+ Init To Win It 
+ Thermo 
+ Gunnery 

The Drone switches sensor readings, and the rigger gets a clearer pictures of the scene, he takes careful aim and tries to hit the guy holding the girl, isntead of killing the hostages, but, alas, he only hits wall.

+ Afro Dodge Fail 

The Drone fires away, now that he has time, he corrects his aim, and sends a burst right towards the guy edging towards the parking lot.

A burst of rubber capsules slip past Goldie's hooker shield now that he lost the advantage of blinding the drone sensors. With a pitiful cry he drops the girl, sending both of them to the pavement. All he can do is wince in critical pain, holding out an arm to his body guard. He's probably broken a few ribs from the burst fire.

The much larger bodyguard drops his flashlight and human shield as Goldie hits the ground. Leaning over, he hefts Goldie's body onto his shoulder and attempts the escape once again. "Mothafucka! Don't you know betta than to move an injured person! You could easily cause more fuckin' damage that way!!" Goldie cries out in pain as he is hoisted up and ran with like a sack of mothafuckin' potatoes.

+ Baron Fires Again 

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "I got people down back here, get back this way, I cant see them well cause of the lighting"

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "does one of em have an affro?"

Commlink-114.243> Effek turns around "Ok!" He dahses out the door and around to Dante's location.

Got an Afro Back Here

For all his loyalty, the bodyguard still couldn't carry Goldie's ass out of danger. The man collapses under his own weight with Goldie on his back. With a resounding <SMACK> of 200+ pounds of flesh hitting concrete, they both lie there, the smaller man still conscious and groaning.

Dante hears the loud stomping as the troll heads his way. he got his plasteel restraints out and ready to hand off to effek if baron confirms that one of em was the afroed target. "baron did you read?"

The drone turns on its visual sensors, and looks for an Afro.

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Checking"

Commlink-Baron> Baron says, "Got an afro back here"

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "that's our man then. effek I can hear you coming. when you get here I will hand you my restraints lock him up and drag him back to the stage I will stay behind and look around for valuables and start tossing some liquor around the room"

Commlink-114.243> Effek arrives, once again leaving a bloody trail either by his feet or by the blood soaked clothes and armor. "OK!"

Commlink-114.243> Effek nods "K but I will be gathering up all the guns if that is fine?"

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "thats fine I will need your help to carry it out, I will just gather the stuff that I find"

The Drone rolls out, then heads down the alley and a block or two away after Effek and Dante get to Goldie. The back of the RV rolls down, and the drone rolls up inside, the RV closing up, then its all "Fly Casual"

Effek grabs the restraints "OK.." He makes his way to the guy with the afro. "Hi." He says as he uses the restraints to well — restrain him. After placing them on Effek lifts the guy up to his feet, groaning and all. "Yah yah, shit up please! Or I will take that bouncer's arm and beat you with it!" Effek drags him to the stage setting him down inside. "OK now you have to wait here."

Goldie simply groans miserably. He's hardly conscious from the pain of his broken bones.

Dante makes his way back into the building and starts scrounging around for weapons, armor, cred, and other valuables. while near the bar he also grabs the high grain alcohol and tosses the bottles around the room. any stragglers left behind he yells at "this place is going down. anyone not wanting to become tonights barbeque better scoot now"

Commlink-Dante> Dante says, "frisk goldie for any valuables also. he wont be needing anything any more."

With muffled sobs and a lot of stumbling, the last remaining customers come out of the woodwork to stumble their way out of the building as fast as they can.

Effek yells "Have a wonderful day and sorry for — ah fuck it, like they care." He looks down at Goldie. "Ok whatcha got for me, tons of fun?" Effek looks thorugh the guys pockets nad give hims a pat down.

Effek gets up after his search and goes to complete his last task. He makes his way to the bar where the alcohol is. Grabbing about four bottles in both hands he starts walking across the place pouring them out all over. The floor gets covered witha mixture of rock,blood,glass, and bullet shells. "Ok Dante hurry with that and lets dip, we dont got much time /at/ all.

As the giant troll hands search through his pockets, Goldie groans in pain and fear. Effek collects the pimp's belongings including a couple of credsticks, a little drug container and a pistol among other things.

+ Scrounging 

Dante nods and turns to goldie "Alright mister goldie. first A message. You made the mistake of messing with a man by the name of Tyler Vodring, and now you are paying the price for it. You are to serve as a message to all those dumb enough to make that mistake. second, I want to know why. who gave the order to torch his shop, and why. You have one way out of this so make sure you tell me the truth. You have seen what we have done with your men. Tell me what you know And I promise we will leave without shooting you.

Goldie looks up, blood starting to drip from his lips. The internal damage from the gel round burst must be fairly heavy. "Muthafucka, I'm a /bizness/ man. Whatevah you talkin' about was just bizness. I ain't e'en know who the fuck you talkin' about." He coughs and shudders.

Dante nods "then you understand my situation. I am here on behalf of that man. so if you want us to leave you be, you will tell me who hired you for that business deal." he holds up the key to the restraints "last chance mr. goldie"

"It was MEEE you corn-eatin' cornucopia havin' feather wearin' indian muthafucka! I did that shit!" He is wracked with coughs after his tirade, crumpling into himself in sheer pain.

you are the only one that burned his shop huh? no other reason then just furthering your own business?

Effek announces "Were done here bud, not much more you will be getting from him lets go."

Dante nods "your right. get to the truck I will be out shortly. just have to finish here.

Goldie tries to nod, not even having the energy to keep bragging.

Effek nods as he steps out the door, he walks over to the bouncer and shakes his head at the carcass. The he continues to go to the parking alot, placing his gun on safety and securing it on his back.

Dante drops the key at his own feet well out of reach of the man named goldie and smiles "thank you for your time. as promised I won't shoot you, but you will burn for your mistake. quite literally in fact. good bye Mr. Goldie." With his job done, he walks for the door and grabs the white phospherous grenades from a strap on his waist. he pulls the pin and tosses one at each of the curtains in the room except for the one he was heading out from. he made sure to get the back door to to cover that exit. when he made his way to the front door he pulled the final pin and tossed it near the curtain leading to the club and left. he walked towards his truck with his hands in his pockets as the grenades ignited and smoked started to, slowly at first, pillow from the front and back doors. He left the front door open to make sure the flames had enough air to keep going. He hoped into his truck and looked back at effek and smiled "just another day on the grid huh?" with that he started the engine and calmly drove away. once he got into traffic he matched their speed. by morning no one would know that he was even there.

As the flames engulfed the fallen pimp, a scream could be heard echoing in the Denver night… "Muthafuckaaaaaaaas!!!"
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