SLA Industries: Hunting the Machine

[Joose]

oop, sorry. Saw the update, spent an evening considering my reply, then forgot to actually post anything.

I'll tangle with however I want, sunshine. Don't you worry about me. You should be more concerned about who you are tangling with. What im offerin here see, thats the carrot. My companions are more keen on the stick.

I'll give significant looks at Grimmie and his gigantogun, Eraser the armoured stormer, and Dirk the obvious Ebon. I'll keep shtum about Deej, in case we need an element of surprise.

Now, I know you ain't a cupid stunt, and I know you don't want to lose face in front of your lads. But if you don't feel the fibre of my fabric and and spill the beans, Mr Eraser over there will have a go on you. And he, my son, will use your facking eyeballs as a facking sex aid. Now stop. Facking. About. What can you tell me about these "rude boys"?

All the above was said in the same calm, quiet voice.

Intimidation! 5 + 8,8 = 21! Thank fack for that.

[Dog Pants]

The Jo loses his smile and glances at the other squad members as you point them out.

Rest mon, wi dwaan mek ya vex. Ywaan coo fa da Red Snappas, dem be ya bad bwoys. Dey fight gainst ya haad thaa. Dey be at da Acott Arms.

He plucks the Uni from your hand (if you let him).

Relax, we don't want any trouble. You want to look for the Red Snappers, they're your guys. They're tough though. They're at the Acott Arms.

[Roman Totale]

propa geezer, innit!

[Joose]

yay! I will indeed let him.

Good lad. Hal Mammon 'elps those who 'elp im. Remember that.

Do I have business cards? I would like business cards. If I have, I'll give him one.

Awight lads, looks like were off down the battle. First rounds on me.

[The Shutting Downs]

Eraser looks REALY happy

You found out who we gotta hit?

[Joose]

Hal wants beer.

[The Shutting Downs]

So, did those lot say how many we gonna fight with?

[Joose]

All we know is that the fellas trying to shift the goods were called the Red Snappers, and they are holed up at the Acott Arms. Didnt say how many there were, but remember: we are after the source, not the middleman. If we run in there like a bunch o frothers, we might kill our lead. We talk first.

Hals blows a smoke ring.

Then you pull their Jacobs off.

[deject]

So, did those lot say how many we gonna fight with?

I don't care, they won't see it coming. Well.. they won't see me coming.

Also, I'll do a computer search on the Red Snappers:

Computer Use (4): 1, 2 + 4 = 7

fucksocks!

[The Shutting Downs]

Let you an Dirk do the talking, then we battle, I can deal with that.

[Joose]

Also, I'll do a computer search on the Red Snappers:

Computer Use (4): 1, 2 + 4 = 7

fucksocks!

The result of your search:

[Grimmie]

Someone close Deej's laptop lid quickly, he'll be drooling over those fish for hours.

Grimmie looks rather pleased with Hal,even though he didn't understand a word he said.

[Dog Pants]

Someone close Deej's laptop lid quickly, he'll be drooling over those fish for hours.

Deej, you only find red herrings.

Would you like me to assume you ask for directions and find your way to the Acott Arms? The locals are none too friendly, but they fess up under the duress of a couple of Uni (or a pretty smile from Eraser).

[Roman Totale]

Before we go to the pub, pressing need for beer aside, I think it might be worth speaking to someone who has bought some of this gear first. It would be interesting to see what we're dealing with before we start talking to them about it. Like Hal says, we're after the source - these guys might not have a clue what they're peddling. Plus, if it looks like new tech, we can get it sent back to the lab for analysis.

Hal, reckon your smooth talking could get us the name and location of someone who's done some business recently?

[deject]

Someone close Deej's laptop lid quickly, he'll be drooling over those fish for hours.

nah they're not in a bin.

[Dog Pants]

Time gentlemen, please!

[deject]

I think I'll go stake out the pub while you guys work your magic.

Hide (on approach): 9, 1 + 4 = 14
Sneak (on approach): 9, 9 + 4 = 22
Hide (in place): 2, 7 + 6 = 15

I'll just get a good spot with a view of the front and watch the comings and goings.

[Dog Pants]

The Acott is an ugly, squat concrete building which stands alone in a square filled with wrecked cars and other assorted junk. It doesn't appear to be hugely popular, the occasional ganger or gruff looking Downtowner entering or leaving.

[deject]

I can't imagine these Red Snapper flunkies are all that important, their hangout is a run down junkhole. I'll let you guys know if I spot anyone that stands out.

[The Shutting Downs]

I'm away for the weekend, bt Eraser will follow the two talkers in the squad and look intimidating as needed