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(Setting) Pano's Pizza!
| >Inside sits a bandaged man, in a suit with rolled up sleeves, waiting on others.
| >A surveillance camera rests in the upper ceiling near the back. It is outdated and fixed in one position, facing most tables and the counter. Its microphone is cheap and worn from years of neglect, and has software that hasn't been patched in years.
| "Hmmm."
>The Bandaged man noticed the camera, but has been thinking a way to deal with it. So he walks over to the counter.
"You got a broken camera, It's using up unneeded electricity."
>He says, as he slides some zenny on the counter.
| >The older gentleman behind the counter glances at it
"Ah that old thing? Yeah you're probably right, but it's a nice deterrence against crooks y'know? Makes me feel a little safer."
>He gives a small wink turning back to the bandaged man
"What can I get for 'ya today? Sorry, this ain't one them fancy restaurants where I come to you and take yer order."
| "I like it the old way, and less work for you, am I right? I'll take a Americana Hot, extra cheese, as big as you can make em'."
| "Americana extra cheese, comin' right up. That'll be $80. ONE BIG CHEESE!!"
>The gentleman yells to the back. A muffled grunt acknowledges from the kitchen.
"Ahh I remember the days when I could plate these off for only a crisp $20. Inflation's a bitch, ain't it.."
>The old man looks off, reminiscing on days past
| (OOC: I'm not particularly knowledgeable about the Fans arch, so someone else will have to push that part. I just wanted to be a pizza man)
| (OOC: lol.)
"Sure is."
>The bandaged man pulls out a 100$ bill, and places it on the counter.
"Keep the change."
| "HA, look at that! Appreciate it!"
>The man makes the change and pockets the $20
"I'll put it towards gettin' a better camera."
>The man winks again at the bandaged man
"I'll call you up when it's ready. If you need anything else, drinks or somethin', just give a holler."
| >Outside you can hear loud tires screeching and 5 figures come out taking off their masks. One wears a catfish mask whos a rather big fellow, He has hair that goes down to his shoulders and is wearing a vest. The one with a porcupine mask is a rather big chested female who seems like a quiet type, She has long brown hair and sits down. Another one sit down beside her with a lobster mask but doesn't take it off...
| "Thanks."
>The bandaged man sits down, patiently waiting.
| "Hello. How are you guys doing?"
>The bandaged man says to the group.
| >A small flat chest girl wearing a mouse mask sits by the lobster guy. She has short blonde hair and is basically yelling at the guy showing him something on her phone. The last one takes off a mosquito mask and appears to have punky dyed pink hair and sits next to the quiet girl. The large one with the fish mask goes up to the counter.
"Hey Pano! hows it cooking?"
| >The gentleman smiles happily at the man with the fish mask
"Fish Head!! It's been awhile since I've seen you around. How you been. Bought the whole troupe I see! What's it gonna be, the usual?"
| >The bandaged man stands up and moves over to the group.
"uhh... H-hi. I'm Mano, from the board?"
| >>131632
"Same old! A bunch of shit heads on the board are trying to kill us"
>He lets out a laugh.
>>131636
>They all look up at you with glares.
"Yes, yes Al told us bout you and all that shit... What do you want?"
>The flat chested girl speaks up while they all stare at you rather uncomfortably.
| >Mano shifts unconfortably.
"I was just curious to meet you. I've got nothing better to do. Who's Al?"
| >The pizza gentleman's smile fades
"Comin' right up.. I'll be in the back if any of you's need something, and I'll call when it's ready.."
>He walks to the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder before disappearing into the room.
| "I was just hoping to here some cool stories."
| (HEAR not HERE, ya fuckwit.)
| >>131644
>They all look over in sync to the guy at the counter... Kinda creepy.
"You flatter me hun but we don't have any."
>The brown hair girl responds.
| "Really? Huh. How did the meet with the man go?"
>The bandaged man asks.
| (OOC: ???)
| (Didn't you meet the 8||8 guy?)
"you know, the one who posted all your bloody masks?"
| >>131689
(Oh I am that person!)
"Shitty..."
>They all look over to the lobster guy as you can hear him sigh... You then realize that they all have cuts and bruises on their faces.
| "Oh. Well. Do you want to hear the one time I killed 30 insurgents in a compound with a shiv and a piano wire? It's always a decent story."
>The bandaged man tries to change the topic, seeing as how he hit a sensitive spot.
| >You can her the punk hair guy mutter something like "Not really" and see the blonde elbow him in the gut.
"Yes of course we would!"
| >The bandaged man takes a seat at the table.
"So the initial plan was 3 guys, go in, get some shit intel, and leave. But it goes sideways as soon as we get within half a klick of the compound, one of the guy blows himself on a mine, and the fucking compound nab us after hearing the fucker scream his lungs out. We spent 2 weeks in the damp musky basement, when they drag Kyle out. 1 hour, 2 hours, 4, 8, and they don't bring him back."
| "So I sit there for a day, eating my share of crumbs and water, they fling open the door, and throw him in. Minus the head. They throw that directly at me, and I sit there, his head in my hands, deformed in to a cresent moon, his fucking eyeball hanging on a thread, as they laugh at my reaction.'We got rid of your freind, and then showed your other friends that you are all dead. there is no one who will come for you.' That kinda shit breaks you, changes you. So I plan."
| "First, a weapon. I break off a part of Kyle's skull, and begin sharpening it, bit by bit against the door, covered in Kyle's blood, his corpse decomposing next to me. Second, I wait for food. As the guard passes a tray, I pull him in, and keep slamming him against the iron bars of the door, and use my shiv to slice open his stomach, and start pulling at his intestines like a clown pulling string out of his hat. As the guard chokes on his own intestines, I grab his gun."
| "I take a few shots at the lock, and it finally opens on the second last shot, as another guard comes and shoots me. The fucker hits my leg, but I got the last shot on the guy, painting the fucking wall red behind him. I take a scarf that they have out there, shemag or something, and get a fucking move on, in to the next room before someone else gets there. I duck in to the closet and wait. Until one of the fucks checks it. So I pull him in, and rip his throat with the shiv."
| "Ahm. I need to get some water, gone a bit dry."
>the bandaged man stands up, and walks over to the counter.
"Can I get some water? Just telling an old war story to the group."
| "No problem!"
>The gentleman walks out with two trays, one with a pizza pie filled to the brim with meat, and another with an absurdly large cheese pizza slice.
"I was just coming out to hand these to you all."
>He places the pizza on the counter and fills a glass with water and ice
"Holler again if you all need anything!"
>He then begins to walk back to the kitchen
| >The bandaged man takes the 2 pies over to the table, setting them. he then goes over to the counter, and grabs his water, and sits down at the table.
"How about we take a break from the story, I don't think it's good to tell such a story over food."
| >The brown hair girl whispers something to the lobster guy as he nods in agreement... They all silently take a slice except for the lobster.
"Very nice story..."
>The blonde looks at him almost in a submissive glance as the brown hair girl shakes her head.
"Shes just trying to get your pants don't pay attention to her"
>She mutters under her breath.
| "Well, I'd call it a fun rather than nice story."
>The bandaged man says as he takes a slice.
"So what do you all use as weapons?"
| >The lobster man shrugs, The punk pulls out multiple throwing knifes and twirls them around his fingers.
"I use anything I can get my hands on but I like any type of gun"
>The blonde adds.
"Al uses old time shotguns... Mostly because so does the masked man and I've got a cyber katana that I like"
>The brown hair girl mutters...
| "Nice to see people keeping it traditional."
>The bandaged man finishes his slice.
"So where was I with the story?"
| "Ripping guy's throat out with skull..."
>The blonde adds
| "Oh. Right. So the skull breaks off in the guys throat, so I just sit there, starring at him while he chokes on his own blood, unable to say anything. After 30 minutes of just sitting in the closet, I finally decided to leave the closet, I grab the first thing I see, a machete, on a table covered in blood. So I put one and two together, and it was where they cut of Kyle's head off. I am fuming. I kick the next door down, knocking a guy."
| "Sounds familiar..."
>The punk mutters to himself.
| "As that guy guy goes flying, I rush over to his buddy, sticking the blade in to his gut a bunch of times. The other guy finally get out of his haze, but by then his head head has a machete shaped horn coming out of it. The whole sequence keeps repeating, but at that point, it all gets hazy and same-y. Kick, stick, throw. I pick up some wire later, and begin to quietly go through rooms, but things looked different. I ended up in the centre of the compound."
| "I keep breaking the doors until I run in to their comms room and lo and behold, there sits a stack of old fashioned paper complete with scribbles. And what do the scribbles say? What was the title of the report? The same name of my operation. So what do I do? Burn everything. Is it burnable? is it burning? Answer one, you have the answer for the other. At that point nothing feels real. all I see is a bunch of animals. I fucking choke and curb stomp as many as I can."
| "And it all began blurring. Stomps, kicks, punches, chokes. In the end, I make it out of the hell hole. I don't remember when I got back to the base, but people tell me that I crawled back, clothes red and burnt, murmuring about the commander and Kyle. I woke up with a cuff to my arm, attached to my hospital bed, and it all just flows somewhat normally after that. Psych evals, physical checks, de-briefs."
>The bandaged man takes a large gulp of his water.
"and that's that."
| >The blonde starts clapping as the brown hair girl kicks her underneath the table and the punk rolls his eyes.
"Very good, very good indeed!"
>The blonde states... She looks at you with umm well... Tension in her eyes.
| >Mano raises an eyebrow, seeing the tension in the blonde.
"I'm sure you got something better. I don't use melee much, I'm more of a gun guy."
| "Hmm well... We haven't done a lot of killing so i don't really have any stories..."
>She blushes lightly
| >Mano sighs.
"That's a shame. Honestly? I thought you where going to kill me on sight."
| "HA, so did I!"
>The pizza gentleman calls from the back.
>The troupe glare in the direction of the kitchen then back to Mano
| >>133143
"The others wo- OW!"
>You hear her get kicked underneath the table.
"You suck you know that?"
>She looks over to the blonde.
| "I came here hoping you would. But after telling you my little story, I feel like I need to go do something. Call me if you need support."
>Mano gets his phone out, and starts looking for his own number.
| >He ignores the kicking under the table.
| >>133166 >Mano gets his phone out
(OOC: That's what I was waiting for)
>The phone begins to vibrate unusually and the screen turns to black. Text flickers across the screen
"T̖̗̯̺͇͎̪ͅh̤̳̞̫̺̖͎͍́a̷̻͇̞̤̥̦̲̦͎͡n̞̭̙̳̜̩̫̼k҉̰͎͕̞͇̠̤̺͓ ̡̼̣̠̠̯̫͓͈y̵̧̤̲̻̗̻̥̦ơ̪̱̬̕ͅu̶͎͟͜ ͈̮f̶̷̖̦̱̯o̧̤̭͕̘̳̩̗͈r̠̖̥̩̳͙ͅ ͜͏̮̙̪̫͎̺͉͞ṭ̩̼̻̩̺̣͈͝h̛̰̠̱̮̼̭̪͜e̸̡̫̱̱̹̝͉͡ ̲̖͔͔̘͖d̶̞̘̻a̝͍̮̣̲͞ţ̮̞̺͚͖a̝̗͙̭͡͞ͅ.̨̮͈̯̞͚̗̹͠ "
>The screen flickers off, then turns back on as if nothing happened.
| (OOC: not so fast.)
"A funny message for when I put my battery back."
>Mano stands up, and leaves the shop, throwing his phone.
"Old school always beats new school."
>He goes back inside.
"Good thing that phone hand nothing important on it."
>he sits back down.
| "Anyway, just reach me online, I got to go pick up a delivery. See you around, Fans."
>Mano gets up from his chair, and begins to leave.
| "What a weird shit... Probably planning somthing..."
>You can hear the punk murmur.
"He was so hot!"
>The blonde adds.
"You would have sex with anyone who kills Sam..."
>The brown hair states.
| >>134237
>Upon leaving the fan's earshot, a certain radio clicks on and a voice quietly whispers
/Stay within the area. You don't need an explanation/
| /I was bored. Sue me. I need to get back to pick up blueprints, and you might want to see them. Any opportunity you have with these people, don't. They will target me if you pull something now./
| /Fine. Just let me get some distance./
| /Good. I'm not one to sit my ass on this and let any more civilians die/
>Out of the pizzeria's sight. Teams of men in black armor silently blockade the surrounding streets. Barring exit and entry. Near the blockades, dozens of caltrops litter the streets. ## would recognize these to have small amounts of explosive charge, discharging the spikes as shrapnel
| >a non specific illuminacho member enters and suddenly starts bantering
Did someone say die?
Stab to death
Dip doritos on blood
Blood dip
And all that crap
Illuminacho or die!
(ooc: this is a random underling you guys can kill him if so you wish)
| (as long as he was already in the pizza parlor before the blockades)
| >the lunatic was shot by the men in black armor for trying to breach the barricade
Glory to the Illumi.....
(ooc: sorry for barging in the good part please go on)
| (arrested. Pls arrested.)
>A pair of the men tackle the Weirdo ignoring the blockade, cuffing him and stuffing his head in a bag
>'This is 7 and 8 we've bagged a possible suspect for incident 3. Awaiting orders
>'stuff em in the Van'
| >One man pulls out a small cylinder with three metal prongs loaded with sedatives, he stabs it into the Illuminacho's neck
| >The men finish laying out the road mines and move on scattering more at the sides of buildings. By windows and doorways. Surrounding the pizerria with a veritable minefield. Topping off by placing explosive charges at the bottom of each nearby vehicle.
| >doing this however sacrifices some of their stealth. But as they finish they quickly disappear into various positions
| >The fans quickly finish their pizza and fair a goodbye to Pano as they exit the building.
| >>135086
>Upon Exiting the building, a pair of aerial drone spotlights center on the fans. A voice modulated voice fills the area from multiple directions
/DROP YOUR WEAPONS HANDS UP GET ON THE GROUND/
| >The punk curses as they all get on the ground... Only Albert drops a sawed off shot gun he is carrying.
"Fucking bandage guy..."
>Mutters the brown hair girl.
| /DROP-YOUR-WEAPONS/
>The voice repeats. Clearly unconvinced that a shotgun was all they had. Maybe they had a way of listening into their conversation and would therefore know about certain 'traditional' weapons
>(How many people are in the fans?)
| /This is going to have consequences Ferris. You coming in after me is painting a target on my back./
| /*Sigh* Remember that what I do is my job. Most of the time I'm under either duty or orders you know./
/In any case, you can aid in this op and catch some psychos. Or sit it out. Either way. We'll do our job/
| /I will. I was always born with thick skin./
>AM approaches the the blockade.
"Out of my way. I'm expendable."
>AM says to the front most troops, holding his 417AM.
| >a pair of black armored officers peek out from behind the unmarked vehicle used as a blockade. The large amount of mines scattered at roadways and building entrances makes it a problem to get AM out. One officer points toward a blank wall nearby where a rope drops, ending in a small piece of metal for putting a foot in
| >observation of the blockades, vehicles and officers show that none of them carry any faction markings at all.
| "Ah fuck em anyway."
>AM turns to the Fans, Gun pointed at them.
"Aright, Get the fuck down or something. I need my sense of justice."
>AM tells the Fans, while mocking Ferris' sense of justice.
| >The blonde throws a knife on the ground...
"Thats all we had we swear... The rest is in the van."
>The blonde looks somewhat defeated.
| "Bullshit. Kick the knife here, someone check the van."
>If you look closely, he is blinking weirdly.
| - .-. ..- ... - / -- . .-.-.- / .. / -.-. .- -. / ..-. .. - / -.-- --- ..- / --. ..- -.-- ... / --- ..- - / --- ..-. / .... . .-. . .-.-.-
| >The punk mutters to himself as the blonde throws the knife over to him.
"Its okay guys... Trust me..."
>The punk wispers bairly audible.
"Do what he says..."
| "Can I trust you to cuff your self? Or do I have to get one of these meat-slabs behind me to do so?"
>AM keeps blinking.
.--- ..- ... - / --. --- / .-- .. - .... / - .... . / .--. .-. --- -.-. . -.. ..- .-. . --..-- / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .--. .- -.-- / -... .- .. .-.. .-.-.-
| "Uh..."
>The punk sighs and puts his head to the ground.
| >AM one by one zip ties the legs and arms of each Fan, making sure to keep them all in sight while doing so.
| >An officer in basic armor peeks out of cover on a nearby roof. Wearing a basic armor vest and a Balaclava, armed with nothing more than a handgun. The officer radios the others
/Well that was... Easier than I thought, 9-10 pat em down and cuff em/
>Another pair of officers rapel down a blank wall and approach the Fans to check for weapons, augments and apply shock cuffs
| >AM personally cuffs one of them, sliping a piece of paper to the punk.
> 384-XXX-4715 <- Call this, say Ian from Washington says hi.
| >AM overlooks that they are captured. Once he is satisfied, he begins to leave the area, via the rapel rope.
/Do I have anything on the agenda, operator?/
| (waiting for the fans in case they might want to say or do anything)
| (AM here, pretty sure I left the scene.)
| (I'll go on then)
>The officers check for weapons and augments, apply the shock cuffs over the zip ties but cut off the leg ties with a knife to walk the Fans into an unmarked van another pair of officers rapel down to collect the weapons and Check the Fan's Van
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| >Right in the middle of GC stands a old family owned pizza shop that has been around for about 20 years. Its outside is is painted with artwork of pizzas and other Italian food.