White Christmas

GM: Air
Players: Alice, Carpenter
Synopsis: A synopsis of what happened here.
Date: Sat Dec 25 2070


This job is put out through relatively low grade channels. NO great fixer shadowstorm for this one. A 'Johnson' wants a couple runners for some basic clean up work. Meet him at Zio Sams italian trattoria, in Castle Rock. Ask for a reservation in the name of… Johnson, at the maitre'd.
Zio Sams, (Uncle Sams) is a pretty cheap italian restaurant, quaint atmosphere, fake ivy crawling up plastic trellice, that sort of thing. The 'J' has a semi-private booth table and awaits the runners in his ill-fitting charcoal grey suit.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Disguise for "Disguised!":
2 3 5 8

«Plot» Mamici hangs with 8, +1 for fiber hairz.
«Plot» Mamici says, "9 totalz."

Carpenter reads a paper the car moves forward, once in a while taking his eyes off the e-paper describing European sports scores to check and make sure the GridGuide's kept them on course. He looks to the seat next to him, and adjusts the tie on his rather nice suit. "Bloody 'ell, does anyone take Christmas off?" He mutters to himself.

When he arrives, he will move in quickly, and look uncomfortable immediatly after seeing he /may/ be dressed better than the Johnson. "Ahh. Oy."

Mamici grins over toward Carpenter as she is finishing off her makeup, "Ah, not us! Apparently…" He knows it is Alice, but for this run, she seems to want the other folks involved to not know her by her wickedness. It is Christmas, so maybe she will dress a bit less freakily. "Don't forget to call me Mamici." Alice grins and then puts her makeup away, tucking it into the greatcoat she uses before sitting back for the ride…

Once they arrive, Alice steps out and glances all around before heading inside after Carpenter, meandering behind him toward the booth. She smiles, and then nods, "Merry Christmas!" is said, with enthusiasm!

The Johnson in the booth, who looks decidedly Mediterranean looks over both the runners and pats off a short cigar. Nodding he notes gruffly, "Yeah, yeah. Merry fockin' Christmas." He sucks on the cigar again, like it's a pacifier or something, and huffs out a cloud of blue smoke. "You'se the guys I got sent, hunh? Fair enough, fair enough. I gots a job fer ya's to do." He runs his fingers through greasy, slicked back black hair nervously and shrugs. His head moves almost of it's own accord on his shoulders. "I gots word on shipments, it's gonna be a Merry fockin' White Christmas in Denver, ya follows?"

Carpenter would have given a nod to Alice/Mamici as she finishes off her makeup and disguise. "Gotcha, Mamici. An' I got no family 'ere, no parties, no events. If I can make some quick quid on a job th' day all th' bobbies are thinkin' a' their families, better off for both a' us."

When he does look to the Johnson, he frowns a bit, before sitting down. "We're th' two, yeah. Name's Bloggs. Ya got a job, fine, fine. I like contractin' work. So, ya 'ave some packages arrivin'. What do ya want us t' do? Distrubition, protection, extraction, interception?"

Mamici woulda nodded to Carpenter to acknowledge what he says, "Ditto."
Inside, she looks decidedly brunette, and she keeps her smiles well tempered as an actor rather than the huge wicked grins she normally uses. Adjusting her shades over the currently brown eyes, she introduces herself as, "Mamici… white christmas, eh? With razorblades and powder, or the hat kind?"

The Johnson grunts as he shifts his head around oddly, "I gots a line on their deliveries, ya scan? I wants ya to intercepts 'em, yeah. Them FOCKHEADS think they can shifty in on on my turf?" He glances around and then lowers his voice, "Them fockheads ain't moving in on my turf." He glances to Mamici and nods, "The fockin' razorblades and powder kind. Fockin' tons of the stuff. Enough to dust denver in coke, ya digs?" He harrumphs and sits back, plucking at his lapels like he's some kind of real businessman. "Anyways, this shit is being moved, real cool like, through the mall. Right under the cops noses! Hah! Almost as good as my distribution operation. Anyway! It's in gifts being given out by Santa's elves. And Santa himself. But only certain gifts, ya follows? So I wants them. All of 'em. Don't care how you get 'em. Steal 'em from the truck before, kill the drugheads what're buyin' em. Fockin' kill Santa and ruin Christmas for all I care. A'right? The details is on these chips." He tosses a couple chips oto the table.

Carpenter reaches out to collect one of the chips, reaching into his jacket, slowly, to produce a pocsec, slotting the chip in. "Fair enough. Legitimate reason t' want them shut down, an' that sort a' stuff's lucrative." He mentions, scanning quickly through the information. "Ya want all th' packages bein' handed out as presents from Santa that are loaded with novacoke, I scan. Just one question; whose this 'they' movin' int' your turf?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence for "What is this guy?":
2 4 4 4 5 5 5 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Intelligence for "Ditto":
1 1 2 2 4

«Plot-Page» (To: Mamici) Air says, "He's Mafia. You don't know shit about Mafia to tell which family though."
«Plot-Page» (To: Carpenter) Air says, "He looks kinda Italian."

Mamici lets Carpenter get ahold of the chips firstly, being calm right now when it was often known that she was not like that (when she was NOT acting). "So… yeah, who is they?" Alice leans back, watching quietly now, thinking.

From afar, Mamici does that quiet studying thing from behind the shades to kinda get it into her ME3 how he looks, just in case we gotta hunt his ass down later. :D

The guy rolls his eyes like this should be obvious to any street grunt, "The fockin' Cubans paisan. They need teachin' a lesson. Now, you gots everything you need right there. Get movin'" He waves a hand dismissively and looks away slightly, meeting over, apparently.

Mamici says, "No, no no… we need a price for our services, sir."

Carpenter looks oddly at the man as Mamici speaks. "My collegues right. We're not a charity service. What's th' pay you're offerin'?

The guy in the suit flashes a look of irritation and sighs, "Do I look like the fockin' bank? Read the chip, deal with Angelo at the front. If you people would just read your instructions like professionals, you'da known that!"

Carpenter sighs. "Mate, if ya had anythin' less than th' sparklin' personality you've shown, I'd be 'avin' a bit more trouble 'ere. As it stands…" He peruses the chip again, quickly looking for payment information to make a decision. He's not walking into any bum contracts.

Mamici laughs softly, "Well, this is running slightly different than most of the professional work. Gotta have had time to read the info, but you were already heading us off. Usually, prices are discussed here…" Mamici swipes a gloved fingertip across the TABLE top before standing after that action. Then, she keeps that hand shifted up, the other one pulling out a cable at the neck of her Mortimer, offering the end toward Carpenter to try to get him to help her get some of that into her brains, jacked style. It'd be faster than reading it by normal, herself.

Carpenter takes the datacord without looking at it, and slotting it into the datajack port.

Mamici slides her end into her own datajack slot, among the brunette strands.

«Plot» Mamici reads chip info, committing it all to ME3 Memory, if able.

The chip is a pretty inexpertly written thing, like something written in a notepad text document. There's all the information required for the run with the mall address, what Santa and his Elves look like, how much novacoke there should be. Then there's a line: Discuss payment with Angelo at the door. Which is what the 'J' already told you. He's looking more irritated now too, "Looks here mister and missy prissy pants. I ain't deal in cash with rubes like you, a'right? Deal with Angelo at the front like I tol' yer." Then he makes with the wavey away hand again.

Carpenter seems to have a bit of disbeleif on one line describing some vague discussion of payment at a future data, and purses his lips, "Fine. Fine. Mamici, if ya plaease?" He moves to disconnect the datajack lead from his PocSec, and returning it to his coat. He gives the man a nod, looking him over once more, before heading to the door.

Mamici lets one of her wicked grins slip briefly, the talk from the Johnson getting her slightly fired up, but she contains herself and then moves the expression back down into normal smile time. Good thing she is not painted up right about now to freak people out! She glances over to her comrade and then nods to him, taking back her end of the data cables, "Thank-ye." Then, Mamici will move along behind Carpenter, but keep as close a watch in her side view and hearing with her ultra wared ears, as possible, to the location of J. Will he be trying to escape, or will he be staying there?

Irritable Italian J is apparently staying right where he is for dinner, as a big pasta plate gets delivered to him. He starts to dig in. At the door is the maitre'd and another Italian fellow, in an equally shitty suit, but this time grey with white pinstripe. Beckoning the runners towards him he indicates a bench in the corridor leading to the outside world. "Hello, my name is Angelo," he starts, with a thick Italian accent, "I've been authorised to agree for twenty thousand nuyen each, in pay for this task the capo has set you."

Carpenter continues walking forward, Mamici in tow, as they reach the door. He looks toward the man as he beckons them toward him, opening his coat casually as moves. "Good afternoon, sir. Twenty thousand is a generally acceptable price for me, but my collegue leans t' some more expensive taste. That work for ya, dear?" He looks to Mamici, briefly.

After realizing that there really is an Angelo with whom they can speak, and that the J is seeming to remain, Mamici ambulates over toward the bench, inspecting it briefly with her eye mods from behind her glasses, will lean a knee onto the top of it if it is not trapped in some way. Yeah, paranoid. She does not appear tense, though, is just being aware of every detail. Glancing up, nodding toward Carpenter, "The money part sounds fine, but…" She looks to Angelo now, "But if we could have your contact information, so that we might notify you after the work is done, and if we do well, possible future work, that would be lovely."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Negotiation:
3 4 4 4 5 10

«Plot» Air says, "His int is 4."

As the runers settle into negotiations with Angelo, talking about money, the restaurant appears to continue as normal behind them. Then of course, things go to shit. The first hint being to Mamici, at the sound of some running feet in hard-soled shoes, the kinda business wear that polish right up. Then the twin staccato bursts of submachine gun fire probably alert Carpenter to issues. Bullets crack and splat as they impact on ferrocrete and body alike. And then deadly silence for a moment, which is punctuated with the same running feet. A wordless cry goes up, and then followed by more wordy ones: "The capo! Capo McHenry! They shot the boss! Get them!" Many more feet can be heard running, and single shots ring out, most likely from pistols of all varieties. Angelo's face drians of colour and he stands, "I must attend to my boss!" Then he's sprinting inside to see what he can do, a pistol coming out of the inside of his jacket as he goes.

Carpenter has his arms crossed, one moment, listening to Mamici deal with running issues. The next moment, he's dropping to the floor as the sound of gunfire going off, quickly looking around, frantic. He manages to get to his feet in a quick moment, and rips the FN from it's shoulder holster, bringing it to a tactical position as he preses aganist the wall. He looks over to Angelo and moves his head. "Then get th' 'ell out 'a 'ere, damn it!" He yells, before moving to grab at Mamici. "We've got t' get th' 'ell out a 'ere."

A few more pistol shots ring out and then another staccato brrrraap, rings out as a submachine barks back.

Mamici's eyes begin to widen a bit behind the shades, and she quickly turns toward Carpenter to try to tell him that something… then there it is. "Ah hell no." Mamici says with annoyance, crouching out of reflex down behind the bench on which she had previously had her knee. Toward the direction that the shots come, she glances and listens for a moment before saying quickly, to Carpenter here, "Sounds like the smgs stop—" but then she stops talking as the gunfire continues. Heart is pumping about 90 miles an hour at this point, and Mamici leans toward Carpenter's pull, "Yeah, totally." The door is right here… can they see through it? Is anyone nearing their location? *LISTEN*

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence for "Perceptions!":
1 2 3 4 5 7 7 9

Yep, running footsteps outside the main door of the restaurant now.. and then, BRRRRRAP. A subgun on full auto firing right outside. No windows get blasted in though, the subgun not aimed at the building. Unfortunately the delicately swirled and frosted glass prevents any sight into the outside world. Feet run again, they sound further away this time, and then the man stood outside the door begins to run, while another brrrrap barks out. At a guess, these guys are covering each other in a staggered retreat.

Mamici will try to block the door after hearing these things, "Let's just keep cover, in here!" she says in a seething stage whisper.

Carpenter looks over to Mamici as she blocks the door, as if she's crazy. "Are you out a' your goddamn mind!" He seeths, still keeping low. "Fully automatic weapons bein' fired in a place like /this/? Mob's already known t' be operatin' 'ere by th' local police, I'll bet, so they're gonna respond in force, an' neither /you/ nor /I/ have 'igh-paid lawyers. I /doubt/ they'll let us borrow there's so we need t' get out a 'ere /now/."

At this point Angelo re-appears. Most of the other Mafia guys must already be outside, which is why there is a gunfight going on in the parking lot of course. He hurries towards the door that Mamici is covering. "Move slitch, I must kill those Cuban sons of slitches before they escape!" He hefts a Nighthawk in his hand, big, and chrome and shining. And the glint in his eyes shows that he means to use it.

Mamici will of course move for Angelo, but she tries to crowd Carpenter, over to the wall and whispers into his ear, "Yeah, and if we step outside and take a bullet we'll be in a pine box, let's try to find another way out, and if you got a medkit handy, let's patch up their boy. This is Castle Rock, there's not a lot of security on hand out here… at least not quick security." Then, grabbing back at Carpenter, tries to head through the building in the direction away from all the gun fighting outside in the parking lot, looking around through doors, for the boss man.

Carpenter looks to Angelo, and nods, before being grabbed by Mamici. He quickly pulls away from her grip, checking his weapon. "Go, see t' th' boss. I'm not gonna be much 'elp in that department. While we're 'ere, we might make some quick scratch 'elpin' out." He says, before looking over to Angelo, hand on his FN. "Go ahead. I'll cover you. For /God's/ sake, don't get shot!"
Carpenter reaches into his coat before he goes, and tosses Mamici a small pack. "If all else fails!"

Mamici lets go of him, then, giving Carpenter one last intense look, "K." is said as if she is saying goodbye to a dear person, and then she is off, flying through the building with a quick run to get to the downed man.

Back inside, the 'J' is slumped back in his chair, head leant so far back it's not visible. His chest has 6 bright holes across the shirt, and every one of them is spilling red downwards.
Outside Angelo steps out boldly, turning towards the car park, and the big pistol in his fist roars as he takes shots. It's report is obvious to anyone. By the time Carpenter can get out behind him, he's taking cover behind a large plant in a pot, and his two rounds have smashed out Carpenter's car windscreen. Which the subgun assailants appear to have taken cover behind.

Mamici feels like it is prolly hopeless, that the guy is probably dead, but she goes over to look at him. She tries to hear his heart, is it on?
For that matter, is there anyone alive but hurt in this place, she wonders?

Carpenter rushes outside, and into cover, bringing up his weapon… before paling a bit, and swearing. "Oh, /fuck/ me." He says, before shurging. "Meanin' t' get a tube pass anyway." He raises his voice, as he brings his weapon up to fire two bursts at one of the gunman. "Aim for the gas tank!"

The Americar is a used 2062 model, old enough that it's electronics are outdated, and it's certainly seen some small wear and tear. One can see that it was primarily used for standard commuting. Now, however, it's rapidly being scrapped with gunfire, including Carpenter's shots that scatter along the windshield.

Inside is just the one corpse, and a corpse he is I'm afraid. There's a nice large pool of blood under him. The assumption is easy here, the bullets tumbled right through him, and peeling large holes in his back, probably hollopoints. And he wasn't wearing any armour, what a fool.

Mamici looks around for a weapon, preferably a pistol style weapon, that she might be able to use to help assist with covering Angelo and Carpenter, because the guy is a corpse and there is nothing she can do for him now. Extortion just went down the drain! Oh well. She looks around for something, anything that might be of use as weaponry, if the pistols can't be had.

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence vs TN 8:
1 1 1 2 2 2 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence vs TN 8 for "KP1":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence - 1 vs TN 8 for "KP3":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes

«Plot-Page» (To: Mamici) Air says, "You spot a briefcase! The kind that has a 3 number codelock."
«Plot-Page» (To: Air) Mamici totally goes to try to undo the briefcase! I got a microtronics kit with me!
«Plot-Page» (To: Mamici) Air says, "It's an old tumbler code lock!"
«Plot-Page» (To: Air) Mamici totally tries to figure it out with her awesome hearing skillz(ware)!
«Plot-Page» (To: Air) Mamici will also open it up backwards, in case it shoots dye or whatever else that is to mark a burgler.
«Plot-Page» (To: Air) Mamici says, "That's only if I get in it."
«Plot-Page» (To: Mamici) Air says, "You're rolling int versus 8, to try picking the lock. Only possible because you can also listen to it. Base time 1 minute per attempt."

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence vs TN 8 (to Air):
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Intelligence vs TN 8 (to Air) for "KP4":
2 2 2 3 3 3 5 17 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Pistols (FN 5-7C) + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Burst one":
1 1 3 3 3 7 7 8 9 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Pistols (FN 5-7C) + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Burst one: KP1":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Pistols (FN 5-7C) + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Burst two":
1 1 2 2 2 4 4 10 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls 7 vs TN 10 for "Burst two KP1":
1 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Air (#8050) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 3 for "Oh noes.":
1 1 1 3 4 10 16 = 4 Successes

«Plot» Air says, "You tag one of them for an L. The rest of the Mafia score assorted hits. Angelo tags your car and then the guy you just tagged, and he goes down."

Carpenter barks off two bursts from his pistol, light-caliber ammunition screaming at high velocity to slam into the car, doing little more than making intidating sounds aganist metal and glass… accept for one of the thugs, that get's winged in the hand. He's peppered by other gunfire, too, going down. But Carpenter is somewhat tired of this. He reaches into his coat, and yells out, "Eyes! Watch your eyes!" before pulling the pin on a Superflash grenade, and tossing it over to see if he can't arch it over the car and next to the gunners.

The assorted McHenry Mafioso with their pistols are steadily advancing on the subgun wielding assassins. Their shots pang all over the car and the occasional shot even hits them. Angelo has the most luck, his Nighthawk hitting like an absolute tank, when he can manage to hold it on target. He takes a chunk out of the hood of the Americar, before tagging an assassin and sending him down to the tarmac. The reamining assassin sprays a short burst over one of the Mafioso, and he goes down like a lead brick, all limbs and blood.

Mamici finds a briefcase with an old-style lock, trying to get into the thing with her fingers rolling numbers and her hearing working her delta ears to the ultimate maximum. She frowns, cause it seems to be taking a long time, but then there is a click as one of three numbers settles into place. She puts her thumb on it and then drags the thing over into the women's room, setting up in a stall to work on it instead of out in the open. She is intrigued, hoping that there is a weapon in here. Why the hell did she leave the cerberus at home?!
Mamici keeps picking, "Please let there be a gun in here!" she says to GOD.

«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Throwing Weapons (Grenades) + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 11:
1 2 2 3 4 4 5 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Throwing Weapons (Grenades) + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 11 for "KP1":
1 1 1 4 5 5 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls Throwing Weapons (Grenades) + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 11 for "KP3":
1 3 3 4 4 4 5 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls 1:
9
«Auto-Judge[]» Air (#8050) rolls 1 for "Direction":
7

«Plot» Air says, "9 meters left and past them."

Carpenter chucks the grenade as far as he can… and curses as it lands quite a bit far off target, at least behind them. "Drek. I'm pickin' up a launcher next time, and to /hell/ with these things." He mutters, bringing up his pistol again. The grenade itself clatter-slides to a stop, internal fuse ticking down.

The other Mafioso seem variably confused, or ignore Carpenter entirely. A couple don't fire, as they try to work out what he said, a couple fire and miss because they get distracted by the package sailing over. Angelo hits the Americar twice, and Mamici fially gets the briefcase open.
Inside is a pistol, a Browning actually, and a few credsticks. The briefcase is actually mostly empty, fun huh?
Outside the assassin remaining standing tosses his gun over the car and throws his hands up. "I surrender!"

Alice pockets the credsticks in the briefcase, and she slides the gun under the long mortimer. Then, she decides it is time… to get rid of the case. See, she could hear these guys outside, and the fact that the last one is yelling in surrender makes her worried. She slips out of the bathroom, glances all around for any people before trying to slink out back, hopefully unseen. There's hopefully a dumpster behind this place… Somewhere, something, a gutter for a drain in the street? Somewhere fitting?

«Auto-Judge[]» Mamici (#10746) rolls Stealth for "omg, sneaks":
2 2 2 3 8

SUPERFLASH!

The world suddenly goes white. Everyone is covering their eyes and yelling, and the assassin type just crumples up into a ball. He wasn't even looking in the direction of the superflash, but it reflected off the car, blinding him anyway. Angelo is down, but thankfully his Nighthawk is empty, or he would have just shot himself in the chin. The commotion is now great!

«Auto-Judge[]» Air (#8050) rolls 3 for "Time":
2 5 5

«Plot-Page» (To: Mamici) Air says, "Yeah there's a back door. It leads to an alley. You're now in Castle Rock!"

Carpenter grumbles, and looks up after the sound of the explosion to see chaos. "Bloody fraggin' idiots!" He yells out, before starting out on a straight run to the remaining, surrendered gunman, breathing heavily. Covering a football field took some time, but he needed to get there and get the man down, before he came to and realized no one else could see him. "Gunman! Stay down or you will be fired on!"

Everyone out front is just stumbling around at this point. Angelo is covering his eyes and on the floor. The assassin is crying about being blind, blind! And time ticks by.

Alice decides to slink far down the back alley in her Mamici disguise, and she finds a far dumpster, the one furthest from the building, into which to deposit the briefcase with her gloved hands, making sure to stuff it down under some of the rubble so if someone looks inside, it is not so easy to spot. She slinks back toward the building… but then picks up a run after the flash went off and hears Carpenter's voice. She'll keep the restaurant in between herself and Carpenter, but then move around the edge. Realizing that people are blind, she gets a bit more bold and rushes up to be beside but behind Carpenter, being ready to cover him with melee if it is needed, "Are you alright?" she asks her comrade.

Carpenter moves to finish his run, /roughly/ grabbing him, and hauling him up, throwing him into the passenger seat, before turning around to Alice, "Fine! Pissed off as /fuck/, but /fine/! Get in." He yells, moving to the passenger seat. He moves to attempt to start the car, praying that the engine didn't get hit. "C'mon, damn it." He snaps his fingers. "Keep him covered. We're goin' t' pick up Angelo, an' get th' 'ell out a' 'ere. The cops aren't goin' t' stay away forever." He pokes his head up out of the car. "I've got th' gunman! Will you people get th' 'ell over 'ere!"

Alice moves to grab Angelo, "We got your dude, come with us… yeah?" and then she basically manhandles him into the back seat with her. She puts Angelo on the driver side while the other blind man is in the front passenger side, where she can keep everyone monitored from both directions with her strength. Probably, grabbing the guy in front by the throat after Angelo has been seated somewhere comfortably to her left. Doors closed, they're packed and ready!

Carpenter breaths a sigh of relief, as he starts the car, taking the manuall control, before driving up at a /safe/ speed up to Angelo, as Alice hops out and moves to try and get the now head mafioso into the car with them. He speeds up, and takes a few turns, searching around, for a safe alley to park in. It wasn't making it across the border in this state, sadly.

So the group make it into a darkish alley in the busted up car. And the sirens are heard approaching. There is a drone up in the air with flashing lights looking over the scene, and two armoured citymasters rumble up. SWAT type cops pour out and ring the scene, beginning their progress in arresting everybody in sight.
Luckily for our runners they don't appear to be seen.

Carpenter manages to park the Americar into an alley, breathing heavily in an aderenline high as the he narrowly avoids the sirens and what looks like a /heavy/ response. He turns around to Angelo, and the gunman, before clearing his throat. "We're /professionals/, sir. We've got a gunman, one of th' persons that assualted your boss. As I don't take too kindle t' a messy assiassination, I'm inclined t' release 'im int' your custody, as a sign a' respect, if my collegue concurs."

Mamici breathes deeply but with it somewhat metered, and she keeps a grip solid, even still as they have parked, on the former gunman in front, "Yes, I wholeheartedly agree with my compadre." She nods, even if it cannot yet be seen by the fellow beside her.

Angelo blinks owlishly as he begins to get his sight back and he growls. "Lemme make a call." And with that he's on a phone. In no time, a fresh Americar is delivered for Carpenter and Mamici's use, and Angelo and the gunman are whisked away in another. His contact number is left with the pair as well, for future services. A warning is left, "Don't keep the car too long, it won't stay clean forever." And that's it.
Mamici appears to have stolen a finely engraved and finished Browning Ultra-Power. It has gold scrollwork all along the case. And the credsticks come out to around ten thousand nuyen, total.

Once they are alone, and after things have been transed from the old to the new vehicle, Alice is again in the passenger seat, but she does not do any moving of gear or nuyen until they get home, or somewhere outside the car that was given unto them. She does check it with a visual scan, is it bugged? Oh well, she'll speak about it later with Carpenter, outside the box.

Carpenter quickly moves to the new vehicle after the phonecalls given, leaving the current car there, as well as taking the Americar that's delivered. He understands the warning, of course, and drives in silence until they reach the parking garage safely inside the Bastille. He grips the steering wheel tightly as they park, taking a deep breath. "Okay. I'll go out after this. Leave th' car th' Saint's territory, an' a note sayin' they can 'ave it. We've lost a good deal a' cred, 'ere, I can say that, but… well. We're alive."

Alice chills in the car and then says, "Hey, when we are done ditching the new ride, wanna come over to my place?" There is a hint there, but she is not really looking seductive right now. No, it is more serious than that.

Mamici says "I can grab my bike to pick you up."

Carpenter takes a breath, and nods. "Sure… sure. I can manage that. I need t' change first, ditch th' vehicle, an' get back t' th' safety a' this fort before then… but, yes. I can do that." He nods to her, before leaving the car, himself, and walking to the main courtyard.'

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