SLA Industries: Hunting the Machine

[deject]

Looks like he's fallen asleep. He just snores when you reach over him for his keys, but they don't seem to fit the lock properly.

Are there numbers on the doors?

[Dog Pants]

Yep, this one's 1a.

[deject]

Yep, this one's 1a.

If there aren't too many, I guess I'll just try them all.

[Dog Pants]

There's only two on each floor, and 2A lets you in. The apartment is a tip, most of the furniture broken and the TV is on the fritz (it's still turned on). Nothing springs out at you as this being anything more than an alcoholics crash pad.

[deject]

I'll shoot his TV and leave then. I'll do it with the silencer on though so I don't cause a fuss. I'll drop the keys next to him and head on back to the bar.

[Roman Totale]

Ah, the classic Five Punk M.O. Televisions cower in fear at our name.

[Dog Pants]

Hahaha, I'd forgotten about that. Well played Deej.

[deject]

[Roman Totale]

Ah, I just noticed that we're leaving him - are we not going to ask him if he knows who the owner is? Once he wakes up of course.

[deject]

Ah, I just noticed that we're leaving him - are we not going to ask him if he knows who the owner is? Once he wakes up of course.

I guess I could do that.

I'll get down right in front of his face, with my armor in a warpaint design to look cool. Grab him by the shirt collar and give him a couple light backhanded taps to the face to try and wake him up.

[Dog Pants]

He blearily opens his eyes, then opens them wide.

Wuuuuuuurgh wuhduhfuuuck!

[deject]

You. You drink at the Acott Arms don't you. Don't lie to me, because I'll know if you're lying to me and if you do, well...

deej pats the long knife hanging off its maghold.

[Dog Pants]

I'vnnt done nuthin'! Never told'm nuthin'!

[deject]

Told him nothing? Who are you talking about? Do we have any heat on us? If we have a problem you need to tell me.

I'll try to play him like I'm one of the bad guys. I don't have any con skill but maybe he's drunk enough to buy it?

[Roman Totale]

I'll head over to have a look around his apartment. I may even make him a coffee.

[Dog Pants]

Opsh! Thess Opsh about. Didn' tell'm nothin'. Don' bar me!

[deject]

Shit, how did the company get onto us? I need to make sure we don't have any problems. Where's the boss? I have to let him know we're in the shit.

[Dog Pants]

IIIIIIIIIIIIdunno. Factory I'spect. Sh'your bosh.

[deject]

You think we have just the one? Ha ha ha!

deej loosens his grip a little when he laughs, and then really suddenly and rudely tightens and brings the guy right up to his face.

Tell me which one you're talking about! NOW!

[Dog Pants]

The scare seems to bring him round a little and as you bring him close to you he looks at you with a scared but puzzled expression.

Wuh? Han'on, you'rsh no Snapper. Whaddayawant? Avn't dunnuth'n! Aaaaargh!