Tampering with a Triad

GM: Hutch
Players: Hutch, Simone.
Synopsis: Hutch and Simone head out to help out one of Hutches contacts, but not everything is as straightforward as it's made out to be.
Date: Sun May 16 2070


Simone wanders about the miniature apartment, organizing here, sweeping there, moving a bit of furniture, /re-organizing/ the same thing she did moments ago… Her cleaning habits are haphazard, but she's making a substantial dent in the clutter anyhow.

Hutch is being his usual lazy, good for nothing self on a Thursday evening. Watching football piped in from England on the trideo, slumped in the tiny sofa of the cluttered apartment. Very glamourous. His phone rings however, and in his lazy way, he pulls the pocsec pda out of a pocket and with a bare glance at the screen answers, in a foreign language.

It sounds Chinese after a good minute or so of constant nattering comes from him, into the phone, the tinny voice on the other end replying in kind… another minute passes and finally the conversation ends and he hangs up. Flicking off the trid he sits up a bit and motions to Simone, "Hey, you busy?"

Simone watches on as Nate chatters on in … Chinese? She grimaces and puts hands to hips after mixing herself a powdered beverage. Watching Nate, she cocks her head to the side and sips occasionally. The man's tone and of course the foreign language have caught her attention. "Busy? Ah, obviously not if I'm cleaning." She laughs to herself before growing serious once more. "Vhat vas ze phone call?"

Hutch shrugs with a laugh, "Cleaning might be busy. Got some work maybe… a bit of a favour for a friend of mine." He waves the pocsec at her, "Which is what the call was about. He wants me to go down and have a word, he'll explain in more detail, not using the phone for that kinda stuff." He scratches at the top of his eyebrow and then raises them, "Want in?"

Simone takes a cautious route with her questions, unsure of how Hutch will react… "What kind of work do you do?" She makes her way over to the couch, blowing a strand of hair out of her face which escaped the loose ponytail at the back of her head. She puts her knees onto the cushions first and sits on top of her legs, facing him.

Hutch scratches the back of his head, "Fighting mostly, you know that. But this is a good friend, I'd do a favour for him, you know… It's gonna be in the Warrens some place so, if you don't want to go, that's ok."

She rubs her face with her hands, wiping the tired malaise of housework away. With a small peck on Hutch's cheek she rises and takes exaggerated little running steps to the bedroom. "I'll come," she calls out, "just to make sure you don't get into any trouble." The sounds of her changing are audible; drawers, rustling clothing, zippers, rough leather being folded and belted together.

Hutch rubs his eyes with both hands for a moment, getting up and pulling his smg out of the hidey place down the back of the sofa. Putting it into the holster at his back while Simone can't see. Then he's at the door waiting.

It takes Simone a little longer to get ready than Hutch, but she gets to the door, shouldering her bag and nodding. She wears her normal black ensemble now, with goggles on the top of her head, and her white scarf and white gloves. "Okay, let's go." She pulls a small makeup case from her coat pocket and checks herself, putting on a touch of lipstick as they exit the apartment.

Hutch comments idly as he leads out, "I don't think you'll be needing to look pretty for this. Just a guess." Heading down he has his pocsec out, tapping at it and routing a Johnnycab to pick them up. "We'll take a cab to the first place, just an apartment block near the Aurora border." And with that snippet of info, he steps outside, to wait in the balmy night time weather.

Simone shrugs off the comment with one of her own: "Habit." She finishes her perusal of herself and runs a hand through her hair as they wait. Externally, they must look like just another couple catching a cab to some form of nightlife or entertainment, but inside, Simone is growing nervous about both the potential dangers that tend to accompany the word 'work' in her experience, and the major curiosity she has about Hutch's connections to the shadows of Denver.

Hutch looks a little less dignified than Simone of course, preferring a black leather jacket for his primary coat, over jeans and running shoes. Definately not an upscale club this pair are heading to dressed like that. The Johnnycab turns up, strange plastic man in the front, a facsimile of the stereotypical New York cabbie. Pulling the door open Hutch throws himself in and across to sit on the far side, giving the directions before Simone is even in the cab, an apartment block on E Cornell avenue. Right on the Warrens border.

«Plot» Hutch says, "E Cornell Avenue is literally across the road from Heather Gardens, which is the Royals HQ."

Simone clambers in, her bag sliding forward to hang beneath her as she does so. Situating herself and her messenger bag she closes the door and lets the cab guide the pair to the Heather Gardens…

«Plot» Simone says, "I'll assense the area once we arrive…"

"Thanks fer ridin' in Johnnycab." The Noo Yawk cabbie intones when the ride finishes, and after Hutch has slotted a stick for the ten yen journey. Still outside the wall of the Warrens, this is definitely still the CAS sector, and the building he indicates is fairly well kept up looking apartment block of medium size. It just so happens that apartments go cheap on this side, thanks to the terrible views of Warrensland. No ocean front views here. "Just gonna say hi to a friend of mine," he notes out front, leading Simone to the front door, and hitting a button to ring an apartment.

«Plot» Simone says, "Looking for shady characters and magical auras."
«Plot» Hutch says, "The area is suffering from spillover from the Warrens mostly. There is something of human misery here, it being a poorer part of town, but most of the astral pollution is from the real misery in the barren gang lands. The people around here are just typical wageslaves, keeping their heads down, not making eye contact, no magical auras on show."

Simone keeps her head down upon leaving the cab, though she watches her surroundings carefully through her black locks. Nothing but the usual distraught and overworked wageslaves are brought to her attention so she refrains from taking any decisive action but she stays wary, leaving her astral perception active for the time being. She waits patiently with Hutch, watching the street for signs of immediate danger.

Hutch waits, glancing around a bit and flashing a quick grin to Simone, then a Chinese voice crackles ver the intercom. Replying in similar rapid fire speech, Hutch swiftly gets them past the main door, which locks behind them. "First floor, apartment 13." He notes, heading up the stairs towards the waiting Chinese gentleman.

The gangers eyes roll around, not focusing on anything, scanning right past Simone as he reels from the damage dealt him. His lips move, but no sound comes out, finally sagging down to the ground, giving up all fight. "Muh, muuu, mmmmm," he groans piteously.

«Plot» Simone says, "I'll check his pockets for any identifying items, and take any good loot. ;) I could roll scrounging if you like."
«Plot» Hutch says, "Nah. He has some bits and bobs, an old pistol, some bullets, keys to the bike."
«Plot» Simone says, "I'll remove the ammo from his gun and toss it aside, keeping the bullets, aaaaaaand taking the keys just to be able to make a quick getaway then ditch the bike later."

Simone kneels down at the near-comatose ganger's shoulder. While Hutch restrains him she roots through the pockets of the downed man's jacket, taking an old pistol and ammo along with the keys to the bike nearby. She removes the clip from the ganger's weapon then unchambers the last round and hurls the gun into the ruins of a nearby structure. Pocketing the ammo, she looks to Hutch before turning to the wounded biker. "Is he gone? … Hey! Allo~..?" She tries to spark some alertness from the man by speaking and nudging his cheek with the silencer of her Predator. This has got to be the strangest outing with Hutch yet, and the slight embarrassment of displaying her rougher side starts to color her cheeks even more than the exertion and adrenaline already has.

The ganger turns his head, his eyes fluttering closed, moaning lowly. Even when Hutch slaps his cheeks in the age old waking up motions. He's mostly gone it seems, barely even responding. "What do you wanna do with him? He's not wearing the red colours." Hutch points out this guy isn't from the gang they wanted.

Simone stands, taking a brief look around, and puts a hand over her face. "…fuck…" In the heat of the moment she hadn't even thought about every possibility. For example, the possibility that these men could have worked for Mr. Hernandez… The fact that this one fled without alerting anyone in the building might be a good step in the opposite direction though; the direction of -no- affiliation with the man they've been sent to protect.
"Can… Can you just put him in the building here, hide him in the doorway?" She gestures to the nearest building, across the street from Mr. H's place. "I'll move the bike out of sight…" She puts the bike in neutral and starts walking it to a place that would be out of sight should anyone come down the street or if Mr. Hernandez should peek out of his door.

Hutch chuckles and nods as he gets up and hauls the guy across the road, hands under shoulders. Yanking him into the shadowy darkness of the doorway. While Simone is busy with the bike, he whips out his survival knife, the blade shinking out quietly before slicing a red ribbon across the ganger's neck. The gurgles are quiet, and don't last long as the man bleeds to death quickly, while Hutch hurriedly wipes his blade on the shirt and hides the knife away again.

Stepping back to Mr. Hernandez's door he waits for Simone, noting that nobody answered, despite the light still on upstairs.

Simone joins Hutch at the doorway shortly, having stashed the bike in a safe enough location, yet still close enough to reach for a quick getaway if need be. The German sighs wearily, clutching her free hand to her chest while the other still holds the Predator down at her side. She holsters the weapon with some slight embarrassment, hoping Hutch is a believer in 'out of sight, out of mind'. She closes her eyes and concentrates for a moment, placing both hands gently on the door and leaning forward to rest her head against the surface.

A moment passes while Simone seems to rest against the door, her senses extending into the building in an effort to detect any outward hostility should they enter unannounced. All seems well to her, and she turns back to Hutch. "Should ve just walk in?"

Hutch shrugs, "I dunno, it looks like there's someone inside, but nobody answered. Try the door?"

«Plot» Simone says, "Since I'll lose my spirit once I enter the hearth domain, I'll command it to use confusion on any people wearing red armbands who approach this building. maybe we'll get an early warning if they show up while we're inside."
«Plot» Hutch says, "Last 2 spirit services used up setting it to guard this area then."

Before trying the door handle, Simone mutters under her breath in German while looking over her shoulder to the right. She makes a vague hand gesture that has her right arm bent at the elbow to point toward the sky and she makes a circular motion. She then steels herself with a deep breath and a look to Hutch before putting her hand to the doorknob and trying to open it…

And the door is locked, working the doorknob is easy, but the door is solidly locked. "Huh, locked?" He glances up at the window again, noting the light but looking back down he doesn't seem to have any suggestions, just pursing his lips in thought.

"Damn. Well, it is understandable that he would keep his door locked, or course. Clearly. What do you think? I don't just want to start yelling." Simone starts edging away from the door as though to head around the side of the building to explore the rubble for another entrance. Her eyes drift up to the illuminated window however.

Hutch looks around a bit and shrugs, "Could try to see if there's another door, or a window or something. Maybe a back door?" He glances up and down the street again, to be sure of no more gangers coming.

«Plot» Simone says, "I want the watcher to seek out a worried hispanic man inside this building and emit a spoken message to him to announce visitors sent by Mr. Li. If the spirit doesn't find any men in the building, return to me. That's the gist of it."
«Plot» Hutch says, "Ok, the spirit wisps away and returns noting there are no worried hispanic men within."
«Plot» Simone says, "I'll have the watcher enter once more to count how many living metahumans are inside, and how many deceased metahumans are inside, then report back to me."
«Plot» Hutch says, "It returns noting one living occupant."

Simone turns away from the corner of the building to stare exclusively up toward the single light in the structure. She clutches the bird skull charm around her neck and sways her shoulders and hips lightly, muttering to herself again. She stops her near-dance and waits… A disappointed mutter followed by a more firm, commanding whisper. Another moment of waiting occurs, and she trudges to the front door to strike it with the butt of her pistol three times before holstering it. She's given up on subtlety for the time being. "Mr. Hernandez! We are friends!" She calls out to the front of the building in the hopes that she will be heard.

Hutch scratches his head as he watches Simone's odd behaviour, though he's becoming more used to it. "I thought you didn't want to be so loud?" He hisses at her, at the banging pistol.

The watcher spirit waits dumbly near Simone in the astral, stuck for another 55 minutes or so.

«Plot» Hutch says, "No reactions from inside the building."

Simone angrily looks around at the street, now becoming slightly concerned about the noise she's causing. "Let's try the back. You sure this is the right address, Hutch?"

Hutch shrugs at that, "It looks right to me, this is where Mr. Li said anyway. But yeah, try the back…" Anything to get Simone away from banging on the door. And the pool of blood from the second dead ganger was just starting to emerge into the light washing out from the window too.

The woman does her best to suppress her frustration so as not to make any more mistakes and clambers her way over the rubble to seek out any entrance that may serve to get the duo into the building.

Simone tries windows that are within reach as she passes by them as well.

Hutch follows her around after a final anxious glance at where the gangers had come from. Then he scrabbles over the rubble behind Simone.

All the windows within reach are as tightly shut and locked as the front door, but around the back is another door. This one however, is open, rather eerily stood open as if it had been like that for a while.

«OOC» Hutch says, "Perception check."

Simone gestures to Hutch with one hand while holding her pistol under her coat with the other. "After you, amigo." The Spanish sounds definitely odd coming from her, but she seems to be pretty firm about not being the first to enter, regardless of how strange her Spanish via German may sound.

Hutch nods as he notices the ajar door at the same time, stepping ahead with his MP-5 held in front of his body, pointing forward but not raised. Passing inside he steps into a kitchen, his training shoes kicking loose bits of synthwood along the floor. "Uh, that's not good," he notes of the chunks as he steps further inside.

Simone follows Hutch far enough to stand in the doorway with her gun pointed to the floor. At the loose bits of synthwood. "Is this bullet damage?" She sounds worried and depresses a small button on the edge of her goggles to activate the thermal imaging.

Hutch shrugs his answer, not knowing, his focus is now on making sure nobody surprises him inside the small house. "Dunno… the light was upstairs right." He steps forward again, heading for the door out of the kitchen, which passes to a hallway containing stairs, facing from the front door upwards. Stalking down the hallway slowly he peers into each room one by one as he goes.

«Plot» Hutch says, "Make a perception, since you're interested in the wood chips."

Simone realizes that the door was evidently broken through as she follows Hutch's search. She watches behind, pointing the barrel of her pistol where ever she looks. "Let's get upstairs, quick."

Hutch pauses at the bottom of the stairs to look back, "Quick? Uh…" Glancing up there, where a sliver of light illuminates from under a door he looks uncertain, "Ok…" With that he heads up, taking the stairs two at a time and then bursting into the lit room.

From the iffy information her watcher spirit provided, Simone is putting money on the fact that the only person in the house should be Mr. Hernandez, and if the door was busted in, he most likely is either dead or dying. She follows Hutch's pace upward, sacrificing any element of surprise in order to be able to get to the man before he potentially perishes.

When Simone enters the room behind Nate, it would take a second to process all available information. But slowly it dawns, Hutch stands, SMG half ready, looking into the face of a young oriental man. A hispanic man lies on the floor, unmoving and as Simone enters the oriental man speaks. "Ah, welcome to Mr. Hernandez's little drug factory. It appears you have been sent to help him, well I'm afraid that won't be happening. If you would be so kind to take a message back to Mr. Li for me?" His tone is polite, and he smiles as he finishes, though it has a feral cast to it, and as he turns slightly a machete type sword is revealed, held in his hands behind him.

«Plot» Simone says, "Hm. Distance between us and feral Asian?"
«Plot» Hutch says, "Small room, furniture, 2 meters at the outside."
«Plot» Simone says, "So I don't want to fire yet…"
«Plot» Simone says, "Basically I guess I want to hear him out."

Simone stands just outside of the doorway suffering from slight shock. It's not so much that she's appalled at the killing, more that she's just consistently surprised at the ease with which lives can be and are taken. She's no saint, herself, but she tries to do the best she can. Under the current circumstances, doing her best seems to include hearing this mysterious man out. She holds her pistol at the ready, pointed slightly down but easily angled to fire if necessary. "Drop the blade. And what do you mean 'drug factory'?"

Hutch himself is inside the room with the man, not speaking, just watching him very carefully. The oriental slowly pacing, one pace to each side, displaying the heavy looking sword with each step. "That would be a place where drugs are manufactured. In this case Bliss, I believe. Also, no." He pauses for a moment, drawing in a deep breath after refusing to drop his sword. "I wish you to inform Mr. Li that his consorting with the drug cartels has been noted, his days of dishonoring us are numbered. We will find him, it is guaranteed."

«Plot» Simone says, "I'd like to assense the man if I have time."

Simone listens to the man speak while standing ready for combat from her stance a little outside the door. She tries to assense the man briefly, but her distraction combined with the pervading background count 'blurs' her ability to read him effectively. "And who might you be, if we are to 'deliver' your message?" She states the word snidely, unwilling to take orders from the man who has just obliterated any chance of performing her job as stated.

The man smiles, a thinly masked sneer on his face at the women outside the door, "She speaks loudly for a woman stood so far away. Mr. Li will know who I am speaking of. You do not need to!" He raises his voice slowly, for the first time shouting at the end, and then pointing, just past Hutch with the sword at Simone.

The body on the floor displays a severe lack of bleeding, and the sword is perfectly clean too.

Simone raises her pistol toward the man's chest, her right index finger pulling ever so lightly on the trigger to feel its tension. "You won't attack us if you want us to deliver your message, asshole. Now who do you work for?"

Hutch turns a slow eye to Simone, some sort of message hidden in the glance, his nose not far from the gleaming blade of the chinese scimitar.

Meanwhile the oriental man throws his head back and laughs heartily, the way orientals do, then brings his eyes back down to stare levelly at Simone. "Slitch! I will do what I fucking want! If you won't deliver the message I can get someone else to! Or should I cut on your little boyfriend here to prove it?" His eyes widen as he quickly sidesteps, placing Hutch between Simone and himself, pressing the blade up to his chest. To his credit Hutch only brings his MP-5 up, ready to deflect the blade should the man make a move negative for his health.

Since Hutch has made no move to affect the outcome of this situation yet, Simone is compelled to do so herself. The most important outcome now is for her to ensure that she and Hutch both come out of this alive and unharmed, so she lowers her weapon, still clutching the grip with both hands. She stands and waits, glaring at the raving swordsman.

Hutch mumbles back, keeping his eyes on the sword at his chest, "I think maybe we should just, take the message back, no? I mean, that might be a good idea, right?"

Simone takes a small step back to see if the asian allows Hutch to come toward her. If he does, though, her pistol will be useless with the British man blocking the doorway so she angles to get at least a small view of the man's head in case any magical measures need to be taken.

Hutch begins to take a step backwards, the entire audiences hearts are in their mouths… or they would be if this was a soap opera. Unfortunately it isn't, this is real. The oriental mans eyes go wider as Hutch begins to back off and he grins, shouting, "Yes! Yes, you tell him, you tell him I'll be coming for him, nowhere for him to hide!" The sound of madness is in his voice slightly as he shouts. But other than that he makes no overt moves against them, choosing to remain behind in the room, with the body.

«Plot» Simone says, "Well, I'm stumped. I guess I'll try to assense him once more? Then maybe fire at the guy. He's a rabid wolf and needs to be put down."
«Plot» Hutch says, "Go ahead."
«Plot» Simone says, "Back to 7 for assensing, or 9 for making a second attempt?"
«Plot» Hutch says, "7"

«Plot» Simone says, "Well, if you've moved far enough back for me to see part of him, I'll try a stunbolt to force him into some TN penalties so we can try to rescue Mr. H."
«Plot» Hutch says, "I believe your TN is 5+1+2=8"

Simone continues to back away from the doorway in order to allow Hutch to do the same. She makes sure to stay slightly to the side in order to see the raving asian man and once there seems to be a good opportunity, she strikes. With a loud "Uaaagh!" borne of anger and frustration, she hurls mana into his body with as much strength of will as she can muster. Some of her own energy is transferred in the process, causing her to shudder with the effort, but it works, and the killer's eyes roll back into his head and he crumples, his scimitar clattering to the floor. She clutches her chest with her left hand and bends at the waist. Her face is clenched with the pain of casting but she wheezes, "Is he out?"

Hutch jumps when Simone screams out behind him, pulling his SMG up, as if to shoot the oriental, like that had been the action he was keeping on hold. But as the poor fellow falls to the floor and Simone starts wheezing he bends to take a closer look, "He looks flat out. What did you do?" Turning and asking at the same time, to see Simone bent over from the drain.

"I made him fall asleep." She stomps a step toward the doorway, still clutching her heart. "Tie him. I need to see Mr. Hernandez." She forces her leaden feet to move, entering the room to fall to her knees before the downed hispanic man. She takes care not to move him, but gingerly tries to examine his body for a wound location.

Hutch takes a step towards the fallen Chinese man and then pauses. "I don't have anything to tie him with." Glancing quickly around the room reveals nothing spectacularly suited to it either, it being quite barely furnished. After the hesitation he simply aims his SMG at the man and waits.

«Plot» Hutch says, "He's dead. The foam around his mouth, and his eyes being rolled up into his head probably indicate some kind of chemical death."

Simone does her best to examine the man while using only one hand since the other is busy trying to pacify her heart palpitations. She sees the foam around Mr. Hernandez' mouth which to her is an official pronouncement of death and she pounds a fist onto the corpse's chest, staying knelt down in a miserable black heap. She doesn't seem particularly concerned about the Asian waking up any time soon, and keeps her back to him while catching her breath and coming up with a plan. "Well, do we… Let him wake up to return to his people or…" She mutters from her huddle.

Hutch glances down at the Chinese youth and then over at Simone, I dunno, what do you think? He looked like he was off his rocker to me. A can short of a six pack and all that." He swallows hard for a moment, apparently finding it hard to just condemn someone to death, even after being threatened, and slitting a throat not five minutes ago.

Simone off-handedly asks a question without giving Hutch's words much consideration. "Vhy are you talking about beer?" She doesn't seem to catch the English phrase, but she doesn't seem particularly concerned with an answer either. She groans as she forces herself into a standing position and tucks her weapon under her coat before rummaging through her bag. "We've got to do something…" She pulls out a plastic bottle that clicks, full of pills. She pops two of them and swallows them dry before stumping over to the asian man. "Do you sink Mr. Li will be in any added danger if we let this one live?"

Hutch spends some time pondering that, and then points out, "He did say 'I will come for him' at the end there. So maybe if we get rid of this guy, there won't be any more?" His tone is hopeful, though it sounds vain hope.

Simone stares down at the unconscious form of Mr. Hernandez' killer for a long, sober moment before making her way to the fallen sword. "Chemicals on the blade I'm assuming. I'm glad he didn't get a chance to swing at you." She painfully kneels down to take a closer look.

Simone looks from the sword to the unconscious man, then up to Hutch. "Do you have a knife?"

Hutch glances down and raises his eyebrows, "Uh, yeah…?" He seems hesitant, but eventually pulls the switchblade from his belt sheath and spins it round, holding it out to Simone, still folded away.

Simone handles the knife unfamiliarly for a second before bending slightly strangely and pulling up the hem of her form-fitting mid-length skirt. She slides the blade out and stabs it into the held fabric, beginning to cut strips. The action is quite unladylike, as she is forced to squat and cut between her legs to get to the backside of the skirt but she ultimately ends up with two strips of black fabric and a frayed hemline that is now two inches higher than before. She hands one to Hutch and takes the other to the man's ankles. "You tie his hands."

Hutch watches with a little surprise and then holds his piece of cloth, without moving to use it. "What are we gonna do with him after we've tied him up? Wouldn't it be easier to just… you know?"

Simone yells her response at Hutch. "I don't know! I need to think!" The burst of fear, anger and frustration causes her to clutch her heart once more and she grows somber. She clenches her eyes shut before removing her hand from its place at her chest to begin tying the Asian man's ankles together.

«Plot» Hutch says, "He's flat on his back."

Hutch shifts to holster his SMG, finding it now unwieldy to carry. Moving aside from Simone as she ties the unconscious Chink's feet together. "Alright, alright, calm down. It's only the Warrens, there's no issues out here…" He still has the strip of dress dangling from his hand.

After tying the ankles tight, she searches them for hidden blades, patting up the man's legs to the pockets if he has any, then around his belt in a quick frisk. She checks his sides then, and down his arms to see if anything is hidden in his sleeves. She proceeds to feebly roll the man over, pulling his arms back before reaching up for the strip of fabric to tie the wrists. She doesn't respond to Hutch while she does this, just remaining silent.

«Plot» Hutch says, "Checking his pockets and all that?"
«Plot» Hutch says, "You find a wallet containing a registered credstick and a certified with a few thousand nuyen on it. The registered is obviously an ID, though no reader on hand. Also a Colt Manhunter with a silencer and internal sl-2 on it and a couple extra mags for it."

Hutch lets her take the strip of cloth off him and watches her tie the fellow up after frisking him. "So…" he continues, trailing off swiftly when he finds nothing to add to this moment.

Simone sets all of the man's belongings aside as she finds them, two credsticks, a pistol and ammunition. She sighs as she completes the restraints before piling the items into her bag with little interest. "Best not to leave this with him…" She speaks this quietly as the pistol goes in and the bag is zipped shut once again. She stands with a faint groan and simply eyes Hutch knowingly before turning away from him in a manner one might assume to be shame. She reaches down to take the sword from the floor and walks from the room carrying the blade well away from herself.

«Plot» Simone says, "Okay, I'm doing a quick scan of the house, leaving Hutch in the room unless he decides to follow."

Hutch steps to the door of the room to call after Simone, "What? Are we just leaving him here then, or what? Gretchen?" He waits in the doorway for the time being, for want of something better to do.

«Plot» Hutch says, "Ok, upstairs, the other room is empty. Downstairs, the second room is full of soil, about half a meter deep, bright lights in the room and a horrible damp smell."
«Plot» Hutch says, "Also, perception check to search the rest."

Simone's little performance draws to a close, and she takes two steps to stand by Hutch and hand him his knife back. She tosses the sword onto the bed and pulls her pistol from its concealed holster.

«Plot» Simone says, "Oh, I'll give Mr. H's body a quick scan, too. Scavenger totem!"
«Plot» Simone says, "After you pose though."

Hutch reaches out and takes the knife back, then watches her carefully, "Are you really going to? Eh…" He pauses, looking down, "Just meet me outside 'eh? Get that bike ready so we can get out of here." Then he steps over and gives her a little nudge, away from the unconcsious chinky.

Simone withdraws the bike keys from a pocket with her free hand while staring down at the tied and unconscious asian man. She doesn't say anything to Hutch, simply holds the keys in her hand. A moment of silence and she takes a quick look at Hutch before darting out of the house as quick as she can without running.

Hutch turns back to the tied man, now Simone is more or less safely out of the way. And taking out the switchblade again he swiftly flicks it out with a shink, and ends the Chinese youths miserable existence. Leaving him to leak blood all over the bare floor, alongside the foamy mouthed body of Mr. H he heads out, eager to get away from here on the back of the stolen bike.

Simone has the bike idling across the street from Mr. H's house, hidden in the shadows with the headlight off. As Hutch approaches and saddles up behind her she throttles and sets off into the night, using her thermographic imaging to navigate. She's glad to leave the Warrens once again. It's just a shame that it probably won't be the last time.

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