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Frank wrote:Right, Pastukhov says head to the diner when we're ready. Lets cool our heels for a bit back at mine. Then when we've got cleaned up and into change of clothes we can head over there again and collect.

Feels like we've been walking for a very long time.

[quote="Roman Totale"][/quote]

Yeah, let's clean up and recoup. Hopefully Leland will come round in the meantime.

Righto, you clean yourselves up and have a couple of hours sit down, enough for Leland to reduce his stun down to a mild headache. I take it you are then all going to head to Pastukhovs?

What's Chopper doing with the Bandersnatch head? It'll leave a mess if you don't bag it up or something.

I've bagged the Bandersnatch (hur hur) and cauterised its neck so it doesn't spill goo everywhere. I've also put a word in with my street doctor contact to see if he can get a mage with 'cure disease' to have a look at us just to make sure we're not infected.

Frank wrote:I wonder if he'd throw a few more dinero our way if we offered him that head?

Regardless, we've all shit, showered and shaved. I've cleaned down my shotty so I'm happy. Lets get a wiggle on down to that weird diner and collect. We going our separate ways after this? If so, remember to pick up all your stuff before we head off, or it'll get sold.

Think I'll keep the holstered pistol and the machete on me, new set of cheap army surplus tee and combats to go, with a leather jacket and my combat boots. Plus my old zippo and some red apples.

Roman Totale wrote:I've bagged the Bandersnatch (hur hur) and cauterised its neck so it doesn't spill goo everywhere. I've also put a word in with my street doctor contact to see if he can get a mage with 'cure disease' to have a look at us just to make sure we're not infected.

I don't think anyone was exposed but it's not a bad idea.

Roman Totale wrote:I've also put a word in with my street doctor contact to see if he can get a mage with 'cure disease' to have a look at us just to make sure we're not infected.

He gives you the address of an ex-medical research mage who should be able to sort you out. By all accounts he is a wanker, but he knows his stuff. Doesn't like tech though, so you shall have to go visit in person (no communicator). You can do that after you do your meet.

As no one has said otherwise, Im assuming you *are* all going. You turn up to the diner. Its mid-afternoon of the same day, but theres just the one customer you can see from the outside: little old guy in a small hat and glasses chowing down some sort of pasta looking thing. The orc woman from before is leaning against the wall out front, next to the door. She's been watching you since the car came around the corner, with her hands stuffed into the big white jacket she has on, and a sullen look on her face. She pushes the door open for you with her foot as you walk up, and nods towards it.

Inside, you see Pastukhov, sat in the same booth as before. He appears to be eating the exact same thing he was last time. It still looks nasty.

Leland wrote:Ah Mr. Pastukhov, it is good to see you. How are you doing?

Oi! Fairy mage! Get away from the russian! You might faint again!

HereComesPete wrote:Oi! Fairy mage! Get away from the russian! You might faint again!

You know what, if you're going to get killed don't count on my saving your ass.

Pastukhov wrote:Dobry den, my friends! Come, sit, sit! Kak dela, how did it go? It all seemed good from outside...

At this point, his head snaps around to stare at the bag Chopper has the head in. In a quiet voice, not scared or anything but clearly interested:

Pastukhov wrote:What is there?

Without evem saying anything, Chopper wins the diplomacy prize by bringing a bag full of toxic/biological nastiness into his employer's restaurant.

Leland wrote:You must forgive my friend here, he insisted we bring it. Let's call it a, well, a souvenir of sorts. He is not particularly fond of these ghoul types and well this particular abomination was being most disagreeable I am to understand.

Pastukhov wrote:May I see?

Leland wrote:Of course. Take a look.

Suddenly, and without warning, the bandersnatch head comes alive!

It rattles and wobbles around the table like a comedy pair of false teeth, snapping this way and that while it leaves a congealed trail of blood in it's wake.
The head eventually finds it's way to Mr. Pastukhov's side of the table and falls into his lap, mauling him in a matter of seconds.

MISSION FAILED.

Grimmie wrote:Suddenly, and without warning, the bandersnatch head comes alive!

Tempting!

But no.

Pastukhov peers into the bag.

Pastukhov wrote:Zaebis! What a mess! Violeta!

As he yells the last bit, the orc from outside comes back in. She peers into the bag, takes off her gloves and rolls up her sleeves. You can now see that she has full cyber-arms, very fancy looking and shiney. She takes the head out and peers at it for a moment. She then turns it over, so the neck is facing upwards, and plunges her right hand in the hole, almost up to her elbow. After a moment of squidging around (with a remarkable lack of goo being spread about) she pulls her hand out with a small black cylinder. It looks like some kind of implant.

She tosses the head back into the bag and holds the implant up for Pastukhov to see.

Pastukhov wrote:Ahhhh. Friend here was chipped. I give you 7000 for this, plus pay from job. Da?

He hardly takes his eyes off the thing the whole time.

Nice find Chopper!

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