GM: Knox
Players: Knox, Flint, Johnny, Hollywood
Synopsis: Team Simmons Corp find out abut a job, do some basic planning, then two nights later Hollywood 'Fiona' and Knox steal a construction site laser tool.
Date: 12/13/71
Falstaff's-Knox's Office
Welcome to the upstairs de facto office of Knox. The room has the same dimensions as the pool hall beneath it and resembles a combination meeting room and bare bones office. In stark contrast to the haute shabbiness of Falstaff's, this room is far more barren, drab, and in need of repair. Yellowed floral pattern wall paper peels from various spots and a busted up futon sits against a wall. In a corner near the street facing the front windows (tinted a dusky dark blue) a secondhand bookshelf gathers dust. A pair of chain-pull lamps with green shades and a portable computer perch awkwardly on a 'desk': One medium sized plastic shipping box with duct tape holding the whole thing in place. The computer screen constantly flickers through images of data, Matrix sites, and news-feeds. Behind a plastic chair and desk a large metal cabinet sags from the weight of hard copy files that spill out of the drawers. Atop it is a small stack of Denver Law books and atop those is a black and white closed circuit tv with a view of the bar below.
Behind you the door creaks shut on it's rusty hinges and locks, while to it's right a free Chinese New Year calendar (circa last year) from some take out joint hangs on the wall, scrolling down to a bare wooden floor. In another corner a very large, metallic safe sits quietly and surrounded with a few small shipping modules that give off scents of gun cleaner, fresh ginger, and recently soldered silicon. Across from the desk is a small, low, plastic table covered in take out boxes, cigarette butts, and coffee cups,and by its slight tilt appears to have been taken just before being trash compacted.
Knox is poring over a few hard copy printed out maps of Denver, and smoking. The telecom in the background blitzes some Police Procedural show.
Knox pulls out his cellular phone and dials a number.
Fiona all but dances up the stairs from the bar below with a bottle of synthetic beer in one hand. She smiles and waves as she notices Knox in his poring corner. "Evening, Knox! How are you doing?" she inquires cheerily, making her way over to the nearest seat - presumably the futon? - with a certain bounce to her step. The elf grins impishly as her green eyes flicker from detail to detail in the office.
(Directed into the phone) Knox says, "Hey, you busy?"
Knox licks his lips and looks up with a charismatic smile. "Well hello darling dear. Have a seat.", he cups the phone over his hand. "Spot of business I thought you might be interested in, care to hear?" He looks the woman up and down. "You look good."
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
===============================> Street Rumors <===============================
You receive word from Word on the Street (Tue Dec 6 20:50:56 2011):
A troll named Mad Mad was found dead just an hour ago in a freezing cold building in Orktown. He didn't freeze to death, however; instead, his throat was cut and a note was pinned to his body. Rumor has it read, "For every one you kill, we will kill 10."
«OOC: Background/color post and tie into other rumors. Open Plot Hook.»
-----> Posted by Sasha (#11175) <------
(Directed into the phone) Knox coughs, "I can't get into details over the phone. But it does deal with that particular car. And some money."
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"Hon, I always look good," replies Fiona. She settles down on the futon and crosses one leg over the other. She takes another sip of her beer and smiles warmly, "But yeah. I'm interested in hearing about any biz."
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
===============================> Street Rumors <===============================
You receive word from Word On The Street (Tue Dec 6 21:00:41 2011):
You hear about Tanto? Word on the street is Tanto was onto some biiiig biiig score that went down and couldn't keep his mouth shut. He must have told the wrong person who told another person who told someone that likes to slice peoples throats. Cause that's how he showed up in Orktown this morning. Sliced ear to ear. That's what I heard anyway."
«OOC: Bifurcated Background/Color Post.»
------> Posted by Knox (#4448) <-----—
Knox chews on a hangnail, and he watches Holly slowly. "Yes, yes you always do." He shakes his head slowly, "I'll sum it up as quickly and obtusely as I can. I have knowledge and appropriate logistics to pull of a very dangerous heist. Payment should be in the low 30's. At least. But with good planning we can do this easy-peasy-lemon-fucking-squeazy. I need people I can trust. Interested?"
(Directed into the phone) Knox coughs again. "Hey pal, you there?"
"Good money, someone I trust leading the deal? How could I turn you down, Knox?"
Fiona smiles warmly and runs a hand through her hair for a moment. She cocks her head to one side, curiously watching Knox and his phone call for a few moments before looking back around the room. "So what's the score?"
(Directed into the phone) Knox says, "Chez le Simmons Corp mon frer. My office."
Johnny comes down down the stairs.
Johnny has arrived.
Johnny The door closes and the maglock beeps confirming it's locked.
Johnny has left.
Johnny comes down down the stairs.
Johnny has arrived.
«OOC» Johnny says, "hahaha, I'm so tired"
Flint comes down down the stairs.
Flint has arrived.
«OOC» Flint waves
Knox looks up at a question Fiona asks, he's leaning over a pile of hard copy print outs/maps of Denver. "Well essentially-
Knox says "Essentially, it's a standard armed robbery."
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Flint knocks on the door when he arrives a little while later, then he opens it if its unlocked and steps inside. He nods to those here, glancing around briefly at the room.
Johnny steps through the door, staggering and off balance a bit. His usual dark complection is haggard and pale, though he is dressed in his usual biker gear. "Present." The big guy rumbles tiredly before he looks about, spots the couch against the far wall, and staggers to it. Dropping heavily onto it's surface he mutters, "Kinda."
«OOC» Johnny says, "I'm at like, 7 or 8 boxes"
«OOC» Johnny says, "physical"
The redhead arches a cherry red eyebrow at Knox's answer. She waves to Flint and Johnny as they arrive, though she seems faintly distracted by what Knox said. "What do you need a pretty face for then?" she inquires softly, her green eyes flicking toward Johnny as he collapses onto a far couch. "… Are you okay, hon? You look like death warmed over."
«OOC» Knox says, "So Serious? And how obvious are you wounded?"
«OOC» Johnny says, "it's all covered up by clothing, but, under that I still have the bullets lodged in my gut"
«OOC» Flint fixes his desc
«OOC» Johnny just got out of a run, stuffed some cotton in there, wrapped it up, and came here.
«OOC» Johnny says, "and yeah, serious"
Flint frowns at Johnny. "You look like drek, did you get any magical healing?" He seems distracted at the moment by Johnny of course, though, he isnt like running to the mans side or anything.
Johnny grunts and responds gruffly to Hollywood, "Warmed over but cold in the middle, i reccon that's 'bout right." Looking over at Flint then he gives his head a slight shake, "Nah, I ain't even had time ta call a doc and take the bullets out. I'm here though."
Knox shakes his head at Johnny. "Christ man you look awful." He gives a nod to Flint as he enters and shuts the door. Then back to Hollywood. "Because I like you. And you're a professional in a city of amateurs." He clears his throat, "I'll keep it short because who knows how long John has to live." He looks around the room, "You're not bleeding are you? I just finally got around to scrubbing the damned floor."
Johnny snorts at Knox's question, but responds simply, "nah."
Flint rolls his eyes "Anyone got a medkit, I know some shit." He walks over to Johnny "Show me." Then looks over at Knox "Keep talking, I'm listening, just going to see what I can do to get this fella on his feet."
Johnny doesn't look up at Flint but waves him off, saying simply, "Nah. I'll gedda real doc on it when 'm done here."
Knox continues, "I have in my possesion a Lone Star patrol vehicle, funding, several Patrol Uniforms, and the knowledge of an Armored Car coming into town Christmas Eve." Knox watched Flint walk bye. He nods, "The contens I'm not at liberty to specify at this time. Suffice to say we'd looking at pulling down 30 minimum per person.Do I have you attention?"
"You still have my attention," replies Fiona. She casts worried glances over at Johnny every few seconds, frowning faintly as she eyes his suspiciously pale complexion. The elf mostly fixes her green gaze on Knox though, listening curiously.
Flint shrugs at Johnny, and turns to look at Knox, crossing his arms on his chest. "Yea, you got my attention." He takes a few steps away from Johnny.
Johnny stretches his legs out in front of him but doesn't fold his arms over his chest. Hrrming he responds to Knox, "Yeah, I'm listenin."
Knox nods again. He gestures at the various print outs. "I'm thinking two cars, one reinforced to ram it. Bedroom eyes here-", he motions to Fiona, ", myself, and Flint with your..'experience' pull the car over. Johnny operates the ramming vehicle. Creating two distractions. We cut in, get what we need, eliminate any witnesses and toss off as they say in Olde England." He clears his hands of some printout ink, "Tha's the general idea anyway."
Flint arches a brow. "I'm confused. Are we ramming it, or pulling it over via the cop car. Thats alot of risk though, depending on who's behind the armored car company, they may refuse to be pulled over."
Johnny hrrms again, then shifts a bit and rumbles to Flint, "Think we're doin both. Yer pullin it over, then 'm rammin it and holdin it still, then we're robbin it."
Knox nods at Flint, "What swiss cheese over here said. And again, it's a very loose idea at this moment."
Johnny adds, glancing toward Knox, "Gonna have ta get me somethen if that's whatcha want. I needa car or whatever activesoft ifya please. Level, four if ya can get that. Take it oudda m'cut ifya need."
"Aww. A nickname," replies Fiona, "A creepy, creepy nickname."
She snorts quietly and falls silent for the moment, listening to the others. The elf lightly drums the fingertips of one hand against her bottle of synthbeer while she contemplates the plan.
"We know what armored car company it is?"
Knox shakes his head, "Legwork my dear. A little birdy named Tanto tweeted the intial plans. I never heard back from him though. He was going to be back up muscle. In anycase we'll be carrying on." Knox looks each of your over, "As the date nears I'll confirm more information or ask eac of you to scour for what you can find out." He watches Johnny, then winces and moves back to the more pleasant view of Hollywood. "In short I don't know. I suspect some branch of HardCorps." He shrugs again, "Any more immediate pressing questions? Because I have a few myself."
Johnny shifts yet again and moves his hands to his knees, saying tiredly, "Nah, I'm 'bout ready ta get back home and see if I cain't get this meddle oudda me. I'll stay 'round fer this last bit though."
Flint shakes his head "I'm going to say, if we end up with anything shakey on our intel, I say we don't do this job. Just too much unkown, and it cant be HardCorp, thats KE, they dont do CAS, if we are truely doing a LS car."
"Ick. HardCorps," replies Hollywood. She shrugs a little bit and takes a long swig of her beer before setting it back in her lap. Lightly she taps against the neck of the bottle with the fingers of one hand again, her green eyes studying her compatriots thoughtfully. "Other than agreeing with Flint? I think my biggest question is how do we crack an armored car to loot it for profit?"
Knox nods to Flint, "If you feel uncomfortable I'll understand. If you can research some of the likely Armored Car Delivery Services to be used in the CAS." He looks to Johnny, "You need a hit? Bliss, Nova, BTL? Let me know. I got a number for a /solid/ street doc if you need one." He snaps his fingers to Fiona's question. "Excellent. Three options, though the third is unstable. 1. Maglock expertise. 2. We cut in with acetylene torches. 3. C-4 shaped charge. Do any of you have any experience with any of those three?"
.
Huh
Knox looks to his wristwatch.
Flint grunts "I can handle basic maglocks, if its a hard one, its going to take me longer. I have some demo training."
Johnny snorts and says, mentally bringing up his electronic memory and the files inside, "I can do the maglocks with the stuff I got now. Anythin' else, get me a level four chip, same as with the car, and we can have alla the options open. Ifya get me basic info on the vehicle, specs, even just stuff on crackin cars and safes I can load it all up in the old tin can I call m'head."
"If you can get me some trainer chips, I could probably pick up maglockpicking or demolitions work in a couple weeks' time," replies Fiona, "Otherwise… No. Can't say as I've had any experience with that."
Knox nods again. "Alright." He looks at his watch again. "Lets meet up again soon, I'll have more information." He opens up a drawer and takes out a credstick. He walks over and hands it to Johnny. "Two Doctors. Good people. Tell them yu want the Henry Knox discount, you might get it. Or not." He looks to Flint, "We'll talk soon?"
Flint nods to Knox. "I'll look into things, see if this feels legit or not. I'm not about to take any risks in something that travels via armored car. Sometimes some serious drek gets moved that way."
Johnny takes the credstick and tosses it onto the couch as he clambers stiffly to his feet. "Nah, I got this, Knox, don't worry 'bout nothin. If nothin else I can 'least do the field work m'self. Yall take care." Starting to walk then he crosses the room and tiredly pulls it open, stepping into the hall outside.
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=============================> Government Rumors <=============================
You receive word from Through Government Contacts (Tue Dec 6 21:55:54 2011):
Via backdoor contacts and deals you may hear that the UCAS Sector Councilman's office is in a state of panic. Councilman Falloon is said to have been uncharacteristically furious at an FBI agent that came to see him this evening. The screams were said to reverberate throughout the building, and one phrase was very clear, "You are going to regret this for as long as you live, which will be about ten seconds after this comes out!"
«OOC: Part of Sasha's plot. Not really much legwork to be done on it, you've gotten all you're going to get of this. ;) »
-----> Posted by Sasha (#11175) <------
"Night, Johnny. Hope you feel better," calls Fiona. She remains settled onto the futon and seems to be thoughtfully pondering the mission.
Johnny The door closes and the maglock beeps confirming it's locked.
Johnny has left.
Knox waves to Johnny, picks up the credstick with a hint of disgust and slams it back into the desk drawer. He nods to Flint, "That's why I like you old son." He smiles and it's genuine.
Flint shrugs "I just have the requesit level of paranoia to do this work. Too much, you never do anything, too little, you end up dead. Its a fine line." He grins.
Knox offers Flint a handshake, "Youre preaching to the choir. This just happened to work out with this little car falling into my lap. I'll see you soon."
Flint nods and shakes the hand. "Take it easy, I'm going home for a nap, then I'll start checking into this." He turns and gives Fi a nod, then makes his way to the door, opening it and heading out.
Fiona grins faintly and shrugs. She gets to her feet and finishes off her bottle of synthbeer, lightly twirling it in her fingers as she starts for the door. "I'll talk to a friend of mine, see if he can enlighten me a little bit about this stuff. Night, Flint."
Knox turns and looks to Fiona, "You want a refill?"
"Nah. I should go earn my keep amongst such august company," replies the elf, grinning playfully. She twirls that beer bottle again, strolling for the door.
Flint The door closes and the maglock beeps confirming it's locked.
Flint has left.
Knox raises an eyebrow at Fiona, "You sure? You seemed troubled about all this."
"It's a risky run and I'm clearly not on the same level as you guys," replies Fiona, pausing by the door. She turns around and leans against the door frame. The elf studies Knox's face for a few moments, considering him thoughtfully. "Plus, I don't know. Something about it feels off, but I don't know what yet."
Knox walks towards Fiona and leans in slightly, his cologne is mettalic and smells of sandalwood. Synthstuff but pricey. "That's good. I'll be counting on you for your insight and, frankly, your ability to charm. I keep things as low risk as I can, you've got my word on that. But risk is what we do sweet."
The elf shifts a little bit as Knox leans in, her green eyes flick up and down his frame. Her expression goes a little flat as she spins the bottle in her one hand slowly. "I know risk is what we do. That's why it makes us so much money when we get a job worth doing."
Fiona pauses a moment and clucks her tongue. She shifts off of the doorframe and against the door itself, still watching Knox. "Doesn't make it any less threatening."
Knox seems to be studying the woman……for what? He smirks slightly, then turns back to his desk and starts folding the hard copy print outs. Without looking back, "Or alienating."
"Or alienating," agrees Fiona. She slips her free hand over the door to the door knob and twists it. "Anything else you wanted to talk about, Knox?"
Knox shakes his head without turning back. "Nothing that can't wait."
"Night, Knox," replies Fiona as she slips out the door and down the stairs.
TWO NIGHTS LATER
Plot Room #2(#934RJ$)
Colfax Avenue and Highway 470
The UCAS sector starts to thin out here in the shadow of Highway 470, the toll road running around the city of Denver. The area is a mixture of residential areas, light sprawling commercial land and what was once farmland.
This area has a more open feel, with buildings not rising above two stories, houses set back from the streets and no sidewalks. Walled subdivisions create a sense of isolated bastions of society amidst this more wild section of Denver.
THE TARGET:
Several skeletal two story structures surrounded by light srub, flood lights, and a chain link fence topped with barb wire. Looks like some kind of apartment building in the midst of being constructed. The occasional night guard and guard dog walk the perimeter. Standard stuff.
(+lhelp is available here)
Contents:
Hollywood [Player]
Knox [Player]
«Initiative Tracker» 'L Tracker' [OOC Object]
Obvious exits (Current location: @tel #934):
Out <O>
«Plot» Knox says, "Ok this is a simple scene, part of an on going plot involving an armored car heist. Milk Run status. Please consent."
«Plot» Knox says, "Also the plot desc is the general area we'll be in"
«Plot» Hollywood says, "I consent to the consequences of my actions and the actions of my teammates. Even the monkey consequences."
Knox is driving, smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke out the half-open window. He rolls by the construction site a few times. Finally, after not speaking since picking you up, he speaks: "So thats the target. My contact said that in a shed there's a construction grade tool laser for simple on the fly steel cuts. You look great by the way."
Settled into a seat in the back of Knox's ride, Hollywood smiles cheerily. "Thank you," she replies. The elf glances out the window a few times, studying the construction site before looking back at Knox. "So what? I'm just playing distraction while you snatch the tool laser?"
Knox taps ash out of the cigarette, it's blue color flows out and into the freezing cold denver air. "That's about the long and short of it. I'll let you off half a block away, I'll pull around the back end. Send me a text when you're about to make contact. I'll wait about a minute or two, then I'll start over the fence, grab the tool and heft it out. If you need a gun let me know now. Any questions?"
"I'm not really that good with a gun anyhow," replies Fiona. She nods a bit and straightens out her hair, leaning back against her seat. "Fragging cold out tonight. You know any good shadow tailors?" The elf finishes preening in the back and unbelts herself in preparation of getting dropped off.
Knox nods, "Yea I got your Mortimer on the way." He kills the lights and slows down. The doors pop unlocked. "Good luck."
"Oh? Well that's just nova, Knox. I owe you one," she replies cheerily. Hollywood scoots out of the back and settles herself on her heels. Shivering quickly, Fiona flashes a grin and starts jogging toward the front of the site, ponytail bobbing behind her.
look hollywood
Standing 6'6" tall and weighing in around 140 pounds, this elfin bombshell skirts the line between au naturale and biosculpted like it didn't matter. Her brilliant cherry red hair is tautly tied back into a ponytail that reaches to below her shoulders. With her hair pulled back as it is, her long, delicately pointed ears are on display - as is the polished datajack tucked up against her hairline at the left temple. Between her high, compact cheekbones and pert nose, her face seems more rounded and more youthful than usual. Somehow she balances on the line between girl-next-door and simstar beautiful with her smooth, Amerind-tan skin and bright green eyes.
Although she has some weight to her, it looks to be in the form of sleek, highly toned, athletic muscle. Her physique could probably be best described as that of a long distance runner, endurance swimmer, or, perhaps, prima ballerina. Or, at least, it could be if one ignores her generous curves - such athletes and performers rarely come so generously, yet supply endowed as she is. Nature and/or science have truly been kind to her.
Leather never looked better than it does on her. A long strip of black leather hangs from her shoulders to her waist like a miniature poncho. Up either side of her body, from waist to armpits, there are laces cinching the leather top to her like a second skin. Carefully cut as it is, the leather exposes just enough smooth, tan skin to be risque.
Hugging every inch of her hips and long, shapely legs is a pair of black leather pants. Frankly, the low riding, skin-tight pants look painted onto her luscious, leanly muscled curves. On her feet, she wears a pair of black leather high-heeled boots to complete her ensemble.
There's a simple plas-wood nghtguard post. The peeling decal states it's "Ellroy Security Inc.", the logo is a growling Hellhound. What's inside the plas-wood guard post? A large and fairly bored looking troll, enjoying some sort of video game. Behind him is a locked entrance into the chain link fence. Knox's car burps and speeds away.
Knox pulls over behind the construction sight. He grinds out his cigarette and looks at the fairly poorly guarded and decrepit construction site. He dons a balaclava mask, leather gloves, and pops the trunk to extract a pair of large industrious wire clippers. He puts his phone on buzz and waits.
Studying the sign as she approaches, Fiona pulls out her pocsec and quickly sends Knox a text indicating she'll be making contact in 2 minutes. Promptly the elf slips her pocsec away again and slows her pace to a slow walk. Hollywood considers her approach and opts for something simple.
About a minute later, Hollywood knockknockknocks on the guard shack's window, doing her best to put a near-panicked look on her face. She chews on her bottom lip and bounces back and forth from one foot to the other, clearly COLD in the biting Denver night air.
Bob The Troll Guard doesn't look up. He grunts. "Buzz off."
Hollywood lets the cold creep into her voice as she bangs on the glass again. "I j-j-j-j-just n-n-n-need a telec-c-c-c-com a-a-a-a-and s-s-somewhere warm t-t-to wait f-f-for my r-r-r-ride." She shivers again, a little more violently, and "tips" forward to bang her forehead against the window. "I j-j-j-just g-g-g-got to-to-tossed out b-b-b-by my b-b-b-boyfriend. I don't e-e-e-even kn-know where I a-a-a-am. P-p-please?"
«Plot» Knox says, " Etiquette roll, tn5. It's suspcious a hot elf biff is here in the first place an Bob likes his min wage job."
Knox counts off the seconds, he rubs his hands and silently sneaks towards the fence hoping to avoid any suspicions.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Stealth vs TN 4: 2 3 4 4 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Etiquette vs TN 5: 3 3 3 5 16 = 2 Successes
Bob looks up. "Drek!", he drops his pocsec/Tetris4000(TM) app and it clatters to the floor. He looks around for a moment, then shrugs. "Frag I didn't know you was a kee-uh, pretty lady." He chuckles with a hoarse laugh and keys his shoulder radio. "Hey Lonnie, I'm opening up the gate to let someone in."
BEEP: "Bob what?"
BEEP: "You heard me. We change in ten, take a look around I'm gonna see whats up."
BEEP: Ten-Four.
Bob takes out a huge set of keys and proceeds to unlock several on the chain link entrance, "Come on in, hut doors right over here."
----> Text Message to Hollywood from Knox <---—
We good?
Fiona offers a soft smile and wraps her arms around her chest to hug herself as she shivers some more. She keeps shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waits, ultimately all but bouncing in past the gate. Yipping as her pocsec buzzes, the red head pulls it out and taps out something quick, then starts shaking it violently. "Damn it! It keeps d-d-doing this. Pops on f-f-f-for a few s-s-s-seconds a-a-a-and then d-d-dies on m-m-me aga-again."
----> Text Message to Knox from Hollywood <---—
g8 crashed, 1 walker
Bob scratches his chin, between the two of you stuffed into a single occupant guard shed…iiiiiiiit's pretty tight. Like, real tight. Bob likes that.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Strength vs TN 3 for "Using clippers to clip through metal.": 2 2 2 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Stealth vs TN 6 for "Trying to do it so slowly there's little noise": 2 2 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Stealth vs TN 6 for "KP:1": 1 1 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 1 for "Evens Lonnie is nearby": 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 3 vs TN 7 for "Lonnie lisenting from other side of construction": 1 3 9 = 1 Success
Hollywood shivers in the shed and smiles at Bob. "C-c-can I b-b-borrow your t-t-telecom? I c-c-can't catch a br-break with mine and I n-need to call a friend to pick me up. I-I don't want to bother you any m-more than I already have, hon. It's so nice of you to let me in, I really appreciate it."
Knox sticks his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.
*CLINK* *CLINKCLINKCLINK* He not very quietly snaps the fence links and drags himself in. He ducks into a pool of shadow.
BEEP: Hey Bob I just heard something I'm gonna check it out.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Etiquette for "Trying to Keep Bob Distracted": 2 3 4 5 5
«Plot» Knox says, "To use the phone it'll be 3+1 for the guard hearing something and radioing it, so TN4"
«Plot» Knox says, "Works for me"
Bob looks at his radio, he goes for it but he looks at Hollywood. "Uh yea…." he seems to be quite smitten. He slicks back his thinning hair, "Make sure to dial 9 first on the telecom. And there's no video on it-sorry." He says with an air of expertise.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Stealth vs TN 4 for "Sneaking around towards a group of sheds": 1 2 3 4 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 3 vs TN 15 for "Notice Knox": 2 2 5 = 0 Successes
Hollywood smiles warmly at Bob and nods, clearly listening to every word. It would be impolite not to listen. She *squeezes* around Bob to pick up the telecom and quickly dials 9, followed by an LTG. Gently she holds the earpiece of the telecom in the crux of her neck and shoulder, green eyes watching Bob in quiet contemplation. "That's okay. My friend's probably at a club or something anyway," she replies, pausing as the phone apparently picks up, "Oh! Hey, Denise! Ohmahgawd, you wouldn't believe what Johnny did to me! He totally dropped me off in the middle of nowhere right after breaking up with me! Could you come pick me up?"
Knox spots what his inside man told him to look for. A shed with two streaks of red paint above the handle, the maglock blinking green for open. Knox looks around and silently tries the handle. He smiles and steps in, closing the door behind him. He waits for his low light vision to adjust, then spots what he was looking for: A medium arm length industrial tool laser. He mutters to himself how it might have been eaier to just get a license, but whatever what's done is done. He hefts it into a duffel bag. "Jeez this is heavier than I thought.", he peaks around before heading out.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Do i see Lonnie the guard?": 1 2 4 4 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 3 vs TN 8 for "Does Lonnie see me?": 3 5 5 = 0 Successes
Bob checks his wrist watch. He gets a little excited you could say from moving around in here. "Say uh…..you're friend gonna pick you up?" He was gonna do something, drek what was he gonna do?
"Well I guess you could send him, Denise. I mean if you're too ti- Oh. OH! Yeah, send your brother over, Denise."
Hollywood looks up at Bob after his question and offers a smile. "What's the address here? I need to tell Denise where to send her brother to pick me up."
Bob crosses his arms. "Brother?", he grunts. "Yea uh 5768 West Colfax, WEST." He keys his radio. BEEP "Hey Lonnie, our guest is gonna get picked up. Might want to get a looksie before she goes heh he heh"
BEEP: "No I heard a noise I'm gonna check out east side. Maybe later. See you in… five minutes."
Knox spots Lonnie headed his way, he quietly shuts the door and lays flat onto the floor of the shed, his hands wrapped around a small holdout pistol.
Fiona offers Bob a small smile, "Denise is kind of "tied up" at the moment," she replies, using a somewhat husky tone to emphasize 'tied up'. She giggles to herself, perhaps because of whatever this Denise said to her on the phone. Hollywood quickly repeats the address that Bob offers.
"You'd probably get along with Denise's brother. He's a real sweetheart like you are," starts Fiona. She pauses, a look of surprise and consternation crossing her features, and she looks up at Bob again. "Oh. My. Gawd. I am so sorry. I never asked your name and you've been such an absolute sweetheart! Tonight has been such an absolute mess and it was so cold out and GAWD! I could just kick myself for being so rude! It was so nice of you not to call me on it. I totally did not mean to do that."
Somewhere in the interim, Hollywood hangs up the phone.
:BEEP: "Hey Bob, you see anything on camera sector four? Thought I heard something. I might check around the sheds."
Bob looks at his name tag/velcroed badge. "Uh, I'm Bob yea." He keys his radio ::BEEP:: "Hey whatza up?" Bob looks at Hollywood. "So like uh, you dont have a boyfriend no more right?"
----> Text Message to Hollywood from Knoxlog <---—
Gonna need you to draw attention.
Knox single handedly texts Hollywood and keeps his holdout trained on the door. He can hear a dog grumbling and footsteps kicking up gravel not too far off.
Fiona glances down at her pocsec, which she never bothered to put away, and fights the urge to frown. She looks up at Bob and smiles warmly, "It's great to meet you, Bob! You absolutely renewed my faith in men. You have been such a sweetheart, taking me in, letting me use your comm."
At the question, Fiona arches an eyebrow and smiles thinly. She giggles a little and shakes her head, tossing her red ponytail back over her shoulder. "No, I don't have a boyfriend anymore. He totally broke up with me and dropped me off in a neighborhood I don't know. I'm just glad I had a knight in shining armor like you to save me from the cold!"
Hollywood promptly does her best to give Bob a big ol' hug.
"I can't tell you how much I owe you right now, Bob!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 1 for "Does Lonnie open the shed, evens yes": 10
Lonnie, our erstwhile and ever vigilant human nightwatchman, feels a pull toward a bank of construction sheds. His canine companion pants/grumbles. Following protocol he keys his radio. :BEEP: "Bob get your ass over here. Somethine feels weird, I think we got graffiti again.::
Bob seems torn, "Say uh why don't you stick around we got Insta-Nukers. We should you know uh talk." He starts to squeeze himself out to see what all the fuss is about.
Knox curses uner his breath and cocks the Gamblers pistol ready to fire. He breathes through his nostril and prays something else draws the attention of whomever is outside.
.
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
Fiona blinks at the radio and then looks at Bob. "Wait, does this place go clear across to the other street?" She looks puzzled and serious, frowning slightly. "Gosh. I think I saw some homeless guys dragging an old barrel out through a hole in your fence just before Johnny kicked me out of his car."
«Plot» Knox says, "Mmmm one more etiquette test, TN3. Guys is confused, turned on by the chick, and there's evidence that makes sense"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hollywood (#9903) rolls Etiquette vs TN 3 for "Use Confound Attack!": 2 3 4 4 5 = 4 Successes
Bob nods. "Thanks!" He keys his radio, BEEP: Lonnie meet me at Sector 4. Our guest just happens to be our Ace in the hole she saw kids rolling some barells out through a hole in the fence.
::BEEP:: "Shit I got to meet this lady now. She just saved my ass. Can't lose this job, got three kids to feed. Running over there now."
Bob turns, "Stay right here. I'll be back. You are very safe here so don't worry." he implores and smiles (he's missing a lot of teeth).
Fiona smiles brightly. "I'm so glad I could help you out, Bob! Gosh, I never knew being a security guard was /SO/ exciting!" She leans against the wall, making just a little bit of room for Bob to work his way out of the shack.
Knox , not knowing whats going on stays put. He keeps breathing quietly, but now here's a heavier set of feet running past him. "This way this way!", a deep basso voice calls out.
Hollywood, while Bob is out, picks up her pocsec and quickly sends a text.
----> Text Message to Knoxlog from Hollywood <---—
Got the guards going for your hole in the fence. Come to the front gate, I'll let you out.
Knox flips his phone shut and then pushes the hold out up his sleeve along it's rail until it clicks. He dusts off his jeans, hefts the heavy heavy bag and gets the hell out of there heading in the opposite end. He runs at a dead heat, bag jangling loudly and starts to slow down as he sees Hollywood in a guard station. He re-amps, and hits the unlocked fence banging it open. "Come on!", he hoarsely whispers running into the dark night.
This is not how Hollywood pictured the night ending. She quickly wipes down the phone and keypad of her fingerprints and takes the guard station rag with her. Her green gaze flicks over Knox as he comes running by; inwardly she sighs and takes off after him. "And I was hoping I could keep Bob as someone to call."
Knox snorts and keeps going. Moments later a dog barks. "Hey! HEEEEYYYY!", the voice of Bob calls out. "Drek." A one note defeat. Knox hunkers down behind some busted up concrete. After a moment getting his bearings, he reaches for Hollywoods hand to indicate to follow him. The ork double backs around and, concrete dust and dry grass/grit stained, he leads the two to his car. Finally he speaks, "Yea well….lets get the fuck out of here."
Fiona follows Knox, keeping down as low to the ground as she can. She offers a quiet laugh at Knox's statement and nods, "Vamanos," she agrees a moment later. The elf hops into the car just as quick as she can and buckles in, sinking low in her seat.
The two drive off, the duffle bag rattling in Knox’s trunk.
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