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(Setting) Cain's Gallery
| >a truck pulls up in the driveway. The door opens and out stumbles a woman in her mid to late 20s.
>She lands on the pavement, fists clenched, holding her head above the ground.
>She chockes up abit, swallows, swipes her red hair out of her face and carefully gets up
"That... Wasn't actually all that bad all things considered"
>She says to herself as she closes the cardoor and walks over to the gallery.
| >fixing her attire that got a bit ruffled upon landing, she enters the gallery
"Cain? Its me, tomato"
| "Hello Tomato! Welcome to the gallery. Would you want a quick look, or straight to the business?"
>Cain stands up, he suit in pristine condition. She holds out her hand for a handshake.
| >tomato hesitates for a little, but then shakes cains hand
"Somehow I expected a guy behind a name like cain... Not that it matters though. Nice to meet you"
>She beams
"Uhm... Sure, you can show me your art. I'm curious."
>Tomato responds, retracting her hand and putting it back in her hoodie
| >A person wearing body armor and a balistic mask enters the gallery, his body hidden by a large black trench coat covered with patches and sewing enters the gallery. He looks around before turning to Cain
"Yo, Name's Kou"
>A modified voice is heard
| >A young man with messy, dark hair,
and square, frameless glasses walks into the gallery behind tomato.
"Do either of you know Cain? I'm looking to procure some 'art.' Name's Fiz, by the way."
| >a girl walks into the gallery.
>she looks like a white person from the Mediterranean.
''Straight to the point i heard i could buy guns here''
| >>237606
"Sure."
>Cain stands up, walking over to a display case, holding a rifle and handguns.
"These are Damascus weapons, originating from Spain 18th century. Please take a look, while I tend to a newcomer."
| "sure getting busy in here. You seem to be popular cain"
>Says the tomato with a smirk before turning to greet fizz
"Tomato. Nice to meet you. I just met her so, not really."
>After greeting the one guy who seems to be friendly here, not that she expected cains clients to be usually social to begin with, she turns to llok at the damascus guns
"Wow. How you get this ancient stuff anyways?"
| (ID swap from Phone to PC)
>>237605
"Yes, Mr. Fiz, I am already preoccupied with a customer, but my assistant would be able to help. Please take a look around in the meanwhile."
>Cain politely bows,
>>237611
>But presses 2 buttons on her phone.
>Out of a nowhere, appears an assistant, who comes over to Kou, keeping sharp eyes on the girl (>>237611).
"How may I help you sir? Coffee or Tea while you wait?"
| >>237619
>Cain smiles politely, putting her phone away.
"Company secrets miss. I can't just give up my sources, can I? But, it did take me plentiful effort to gain these."
| "well, I can understand. Not gonna expect you to spill all your beans after we met, dont worry"
>she says in a friendly tone.
"But you sure can color me impressed. Got anything more modern?"
| >>237621
''no thanks
I just need some propulsion mods.
Something that can shoot stuff out of a 2by2 inch nozzle extremely fast''
| >Fiz shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. He starts meandering around the gallery, keeping within earshot of the other patrons.
| >>237631
>Cain walks over to a wall, which opens to a staircase, welcoming her to it.
"How could I call myself a gunrunner if old, dusty guns was all I had?"
>>237634
"I assume you would like your suit custom made, tailored from a premade suit, or something on the current market?"
>The assistant speaks in cryptic.
| >>237641
"I like your style already."
>She says excited
>Following cains invitation, she climbs the stairs
| >>237645
"I see ma'am. I would have to refer to my boss, but this newspaper would be of *great* interest to you.
>The assistant produces a slightly different newspaper, handing it to the girl.
>>237647
>Cain descends the stairs, leading tomato in the right direction.
"So what are you in the market for? I specialise in kinetics but I can source other types of weapons. I assume it is for your drones?"
>She opens the door to a workshop, as clean as the gallery above them.
|
| >>237654
>The newspaper is actually a catalogue, full of various mods, including propulsion. The propulsion page itself contain various specs of the mod, varying from water cutting jets, all the way up to rocket boosters jets. The last page also offers common things, like faster delivery.
| "Drones, yeah, mostly. I got a flying and a ground drone on wheels, so I guess I'd need something with less recoil for the flying one. I'd prefer rapid fire I think."
>She says while following cain down to the workshop, looking up in thoughts
"It would also help to have a gun I can defend myself with. I mean, I'm kinda small and not all that strong, so I don't want a gun that would break my arm when firing... But something with enoug stoppig power for sure."
| "Hmm... I see. Do you have any drone specs on hand? Or maybe in that truck you arrived on? It sure looked heavy. As for personal defence, a 9mm subcompact pistol would be wise."
>Cain hops in to a different room, returning with a gun case. Cain opens it and inside are a few handguns.
>Glock 42, Walther PPS M2, Even a rare Sig Sauer P290RS.
| "As a first time customer, I have to request payment upfront. But I will be back with the jets immediately."
>The assistant steps away, giving you time to prepare your payment method.
| "eh? Oh, yeah. Uhu. I got my droneport in the truck. One is a Ford Deliverer flight drone I modded for carrying heavier loads, so its quite sturdy. It can cary a person, even.
The other is a Krupp Jagdhund I modded for personal use. I still got the old components though so I can make it more viable for combat again."
>Just as she finished that sentence, cain came back with the case. Tomato looks at the gun case cain just opened.
"Wow look at those beauties. Can I touch them?"
| "Please go ahead. I assume you want these drones for multi-purpouse, or straight up combat? For Multi-purpose, I would recommend 9mm submachine guns, on both drones. The common caliber will be easy to restock, as it is a common, and only single caliber you have to restock. Otherwise, I would recommend an assault rifle for the Ford drone, and stick with the SMG for the Krupp. I can also offer you fitting services for the drones if you would need so."
>Cain rattles off.
| >>237689
>The credstick is taken and placed in to a portable terminal, and after the money is verified, 3 small boxes are handed over.
"These jets have been calibrated and optimised, so factory specs may be exceeded by about 15%. Compliments of Cain."
| "9mm sounds great"
>She says as she grabs the Glock and looks at the gun top to bottom
"You know, I might not be the most knowledgeable when it comes to guns but I can recognise a good craftsmanship. Like, how the barrel is drilled and the metal around it is sanded with the utmost care? Fucking amazing.
You weren't lying when you said your guns are art."
>Tomato states in amazement.
"It is super well balanced too! Oh god and the grip feels so nice."
I think I'm in love"
| >The assistant taps his ear, and walks over to Fiz.
"Sorry sir, we had an unexpected guest, and I had to make sure that security was not compromised. Would you like to wait for Ms. Cain, or browse a catalogue?"
>>237705
"Heh. That's the AM-model. Those are extremely hard to come by, even considering they where made here. The maker was my mentor."
>Cain smiles weakly.
| >tomato puts back the glock
"It would be a shame if I didn't appreciate the others thou..."
>She grabs a hold of the walther
"Man this one is just as perfect. I think I like the look of it more though."
>She puts the walther back and takes the sig sauer
"This stuff has to be expensive though... They look so exquisite"
>She puts the gun down
"Ahh maaan this great... I feel like a 12 year old in a candyshop.
Oh. Uh"
>She tries to get ger composure again
"I can install the mods myself
| >>237712
"Your mentor sure knows their stuff. You can say I am very, very impressed with these guns."
>Tomato beams at cain
| >>237713
>Cain stifles a giggle, regaining composure.
"I see. I assume you would like to know about the submachine guns?"
| "yes ma'am, that would be great."
>Tomato proclaims excited
| "I assume low kick back, so traditional blowback would be bad. I would say the Vector SMGs? The recoil is sent downwards, and the form is compact. I have more traditional options too if you want. We also offer different calibers for this model."
>Cain produces a Vector from the storeroom, to present it's size.
| >You are handed a catalog, in the form of a art book, inside, is a general collection of the items avalible.
"Coffee, Tea, or maybe water, Sir?"
| "yeah, low kick back is exactly what I need."
>She takes the Vector
"It'd be great if I could testfire this to see how the downward kickback works... If thats okay, I mean."
| "Sure. Let's go further downstairs, I'll bring along a comparison gun."
>Cain shows the way to the staircase, before disappearing to the storeroom.
| >The tomato follows, bouncing in excitement
"Sure"
>She smiles
| >>237819
>It's a mixture of inhouse manufacturing, and external products, but some seem to have an 'AM' mark next to them, making them 3 times more expensive than the high end stuff, yet some of it is crossed out.
| >Cain opens the door to the range, now with a MPX, and a metal container, full of clips.
"Welcome to the range. Don't forget to turn your ear suppression mods if you have them, or some ear muffs. I brought along a gun for you to compare the Vector to."
| "Thanks"
>Tomato says as she grabs the gun cain handed her, turning on her ear suppression
>Sliding the magazine in and Takig aim, she fires a burst of bullet first and then starts shooting for a few seconds
>She puts the gun down and takes the vector and repeats the process
"Wow. It really does have a different recoil. This seems pretty perfect. I'm just wondering if... Oh."
>she turns of her suppression
"There we go. Now I can hear again. Uhm... Where was I"
| "oh right. I'm wondering if I should get a bigger caliber on the ground drone sice it isn't as affected by recoil. 9mm for everything is more economical though"
>She looks at the guns on the table
"Man, these babies are so beautiful..."
| "I aim to please. pardon the pun."
>Cain smiles.
"I can do .45 for the vector, but any larger caliber would make the recoil system inefficient, without major modifications."
>She holds out the MPX.
"Try this."
| (i thought you gave me the control gun already. What is the MPX for?)
| (The MPX is the control gun, it's just that I suck at reading. I missed the part that you swapped weapons.)
"This MPX has got the .45 ACP. It's a bigger round, so I will be able to offer you more specialised rounds."
>She places a box of EMP rounds, and presses a button on the range. 2 drones fly out as practice targets.
| "wow, okay."
>She takes the MPX .45 and tries it out as she did wit the others, this time aiming at the drones
"I like the punch that it has. You can really feel its a step up from 9mm. I think this will go nicely on my drone on wheels."
>The EMP does its work and knocks the drones out
"Those rounds are quite fun. How many different types of .45 APC rounds do you have?
Perhaps even a ammo changing automatic for my drone?"
| "We do AP, Hollow point, and EMP as standard, but the rest are custom order."
>Cain smiles, remembering her mentor.
"AM, that bastard forced us to produce EMP as standard."
| "why so?
I though AM was your mentor. Bad blood between you two? Or is this to private"
>She asks, turning over to cain, looking concernd
| "He... He passed away."
>Cain turns away for a mere second, to hide the pain.
"It's fine. Please, ma'am, to the task at hand."
| "sorry for your loss."
>She said, seeing Cain's distraught
"Okay, lets focus on guns, yeah."
| "Ahem. 45 ACP or 9mm?"
>Cain nonchalantly takes the Vector, and unloads her whole magazine in one spray, her stance and mentoring letting her stay perfectly on target.
| >The door to the gallery opens, but no one is there. After a few moments, a young woman abruptly appears. Her whole forehead is bandaged except for her feline ear. She seems to be carrying a suitcase.
"..."
>Noticing few people present, she roams around the gallery freely and observes the paintings while looking for a person that is in charge of the gallery.
| >tomato flinches in surprise
>She turns on her surpression after the first few shots, noise dampers protecting her in the meantime
>After clicking replaces gunfire, tomato comes to words
"I'll take one of each I think"
| >>238560
(Sorry people, had to get some shut eye.)
>Cain Gently places down the Vector, Turning back to Tomato.
"Sure. I'll get them ready. How much ammo?"
>>238141
"Hello ma'am, welcome to the gallery. I also have to ask you to refrain from using invisibility modification within the premises."
>The assistant says, as if he was trailing the bandaged girl.
| "uhm... I honestly don't know how fast the ammo will be used up. I mean, it really depends on the job, right? I think I'll take 200 rounds of 9mm, and 50 of each of your .45 varieties."
>Tomato pauses a bit
"What did you say about weapon and drone modifications? It'd be real handy if I could switch ammo types with the press of a button you know? Its a weapon installed on a drone, after all."
| "Hm... You got 2 options. 1, You can modify the feed to accept chain-linked ammunition, but at the cost of being able to swap out ammo types, or 2, where you can get an autoloader, and have separate mag types, but the downside is that it's extremely expensive."
>Cain leads her back to the workshop, where a carry-on suitcase stands, which contains the 2 Vector SMGs, and 2 ammo cans, of .45 ACP and 9mm.
"You still haven't picked a handgun, by the way."
| "oh right. I think I'll take the walther."
>She inspects the suit case
"I guess it depends on how expensive we are talking. I recently had a few very profitable clients and decided to invest into getting myself up and running instead of expanding my old business, so I still got some cash to spare but funds aren't unlimited. Are extended magazines an option? Heard alot about those on smgs"
| "I see, I'll pack the walther and some extended glock magazines right away."
>Cain hops in and out of the store room, now carrying a very small pistol case, and a few magazines for the Vector, putting them away in the suitcase.
"As for the price of the system, It will be build fully custom to your setup, which is R&D costs, Production costs, not to forget the time it takes to develop it from a standard autoloader, because nobody has heard of a selective autoloader."
| "really? I would assume that people would be very interested in that.
Well, whatever. I guess I'll gonna get back about that with you."
>She looks at the clock
"We should talk money I guess, got some deliveries to make"
| "That will be half a million zenny for the suitcase, and for development? Around 5 million zenny, unless you want to help us bring this to the market."
>Cain puts a finger on her chin, thinking of what else to say.
(10z is 1$.)
| "500 grand, okay. Sure. Gimme a sec."
>She fumbles around with her hardware and hands cain a credstick
"500000 zeni, there you go. Quality sure costs, huh?"
>She looks up, thinking
"Helping, huh? Well, I'm not the one to keep good tech from the people. I'd like to help. As for the 5 million, I'd probably have to work quite a while for that. Getting outfitted burned a hole right into my pocket."
>Tomato says jokingly
| >>238744
"Awww, no cloaking allowed? How sad."
>The bandaged girl looks at the assistant up and down then she nods.
"Got it. Well, I came here to do business. Are you eligible or willing to do some trading?"
| >>238901
"That's business for you. I seem to have 2 more clients waiting. I'll see you out."
>Cain smiles.
>>238925
"Cain will be available in a moment, but I am able to assist as well."
| >>238954
"Yeah, thank you alot for these beauties. I'll hit you up when I need more stuff.
I'll be seeing you sooner or later"
>Tomato winks and walks up the stairs, making her way out
| (why do I have a dejavu, like this exact thing happened to me before)
| >Cain follows Tomato up, and in to the gallery now available.
| >>238954
"Oh, okay. I have some big and small matter, but let's get the small one out of the way. I want some ammunition. Do you perhaps sell .50 BMG rounds?"
| "pleasure doing business, cain! See you around!"
>Tomato waves goodbye as she leaves the building
| >suitcase in hand, tomato enters her truck and shortly after that, dives off
| >>238994
>The bandaged catgirl jumps back in shock or fear
"C-CAIN?! W-wait waitwaitwait, where did you just come from? I was just talking to an assistant and uh..."
>she trails off, looking for the assistant that she was talking to before Cain jumpscares her. But the man is missing.
"what..."
| "Oh, it's you, r."
>Cain drops the pout, smiling.
"Marlowe said good things about you."
| >Pushing away the thought that Cain just literally appeared and the assistant might have been an illusion, she smiles back
"Nice to meet you too Cain, even though you almost killed me for the uh... panties incident."
>She holds her hands out for a handshake
"Anyways, you can call me Runa, since getting called by a danger/u/ ID is really weird for me."
| "Well met Runa."
>Cain shakes Tuna's hand.
| "Yay, now to business~"
>She now displays a neutral expression as if ready for business.
"I want to buy some ammunition. Do you sell .50 BMG rounds?"
| "Alright. That's 2500z."
>Cain disappears, to get the Ammo.
| >>239183
>After Cain leaves, Runa contemplates while prepping the payment
"The next part will be the hard part..."
| >>239223
>Cain appears behind her, with a curious face, holding a messenger bag full of the .50 ammo.
"What will be hard? Robbing my gallery?"
| >>239228
>She turns around facing Cain, with a serious face
"Ah well, you heard me. The thing is... I was going to negotiate to buy, or at least, rent one of the VTOLs that you have. Or try..."
| "We can always rent one out to you with a pilot, or make a new one for you, why didn't you ask?"
>Cain stares blankly, but with a smile, ignoring the seriousness.
| >The assistant shows up by Fiz.
"Have you decided on a product, Sir?"
| >Dahk pushes into gallery, looking around sheepishly
"a present huh..."
| >Cain spots Dahk, rushing over and giving her a hug!
"Are you ok? Nothing hurt? How's the arm?"
>She floods Dahk with questions.
| >Dahk is surprised by the hug unsure of how to react
"I- I'm fine, really. The arm's still rough getting used to, but I'll manage."
>she glancea around at the othet patrons
"Aren't you busy right now?"
| >Cain pouts
"But I missed my friend!"
>She finally lets go, dusting herself off.
"I was hoping you'd test out a weapon for me. A napalm launcher."
| >>239259
(was busy, sorry)
"I thought you only sell guns, and uh... it's impossible to get anything where I came from. So that mentality of not expecting to get anything stuck to me, I guess. And yeah, I want a VTOL."
>Catgirl then waves to Dahk, saying hello
| >>239447
"I uh... sorry about that, I just wanted to make sure a good friend of mine was ok."
>Cain sheepishly says, having ran from her responsibilities.
"Ahem. Yeah. The starting price is at 650 million zenny."
| >>239455
>Runa nods, understanding
"Don't worry, it's okay to worry about your friend after such events. And besides, Dahk is really strong, having survived an impact from a kinetic bombardment."
>She then returns to business.
"Acceptable price. I will pay more if you are willing to outfit the VTOL with the most advanced cloak and countermeasures."
| "N-napalm? Jeez cain they aren't that big of a deal..."
>Dahk stammers
"Still, any help would be appreciated"
| >>239471
"Hmm... That's a pretty penny. By countermeasures you mean more than just some flares. Armoured cloaking panels aren't exactly cheap. A ballpark estimate will be in the 1 billion range."
>>239475
"It's effective, and after all, you know what terrible fate that green gurl might suffer if she come near here."
>Cain smiles, but her eyes let on a murderous intent.
| >Dahk sighs, atleast it isn't pointed at *her* for once.
"Well, where is it then?"
| "It's downstairs on the workbench. Courtesy of Aleid. The doors will open for you automatically."
>Cain points to a wall.
| >>239482
>Runa sighs upon hearing the price range.
"U-um... I can definitely go up to that amount, at least on credit, but I need to think this over. This might have been the greatest decision I've made, ever. *sigh* I need to contemplate a little bit."
>She then delayed her business and instead paying attention more to her surrounding. At least she's relieved that Cain doesn't acknowledge that the greenpantsu was her own test subject went rogue.
| >Dahk heads toward the wall, watching in amusement as they open up. As she descends she finds the Napalm launcher and examines it
| >>239523
"And don't for a second think, that I don't know who made the green panties. Because, it seems like *someone's* experiment has gone loose."
>Cain puts a hand on her shoulder, still smiling happily.
| >>239524
>Surprisingly, it's not a flamethrower, but rather a air pressure cannon, made to work well with glass canisters of Napalm. Next to it, is a duffle bag full of Napalm canisters, and a note.
>"I got the idea from a really old game, and thought it would be interesting to see if this works."
| >>239542
(was busy again, I'm really sorry)
>Runa nods quickly as to not trigger Cain's wrath
"Y-yes ma'am"
>She hesitates a little bit, then finally speaks up
"I- I can afford it. I can't pay... but I have corporate assets somewhere else. If I sell them, I can afford it. I will come back for the VTOL later."
>She hands over a credstick worth 2500z, enough to pay for the .50 rounds.
"Thank you Cain, for putting up with me."
| "I want you to do me a favor. You know the warehouse that the green is held up in?"
>Cain smiles, with no ill intent, you think.
| "Uh... The warehouse? Green pantygurl?
>She takes out her phone, tapping the screen a little, then puts it away, confused.
"Huh? Weird, the greengurl is different from my greengurl..."
>She snaps out of it quickly.
"What would you want me to do there?"
| "I want you to make most of their certifications fake. Do that, and I will consider giving you a discount."
>Cain let's go of Runa, finishing her request.
| >She nods.
"Alright. I don't know what they or certifications are, but I guess I'll try.
>Runa then packs up her .50 ammo, then her eyes glow crimson as she suddenly disappeared.
| "And disappear in my gallery again, I will... Ahem. Do unpleasant things."
>Cain controls herself, barely.
| >She appears once more, this time behind Cain
"No, I'm just kidding. I'm getting you back for jumpscaring me 2 times. Either way..."
>Her crimson eyes still glowing as she asks for explanation
"Which they, or certifications? I don't know anything about this, like which side am I supposed to be on? There's no way I'm leaving this place with further instructions."
| >you can see Cain jump very slightly, as she turns around.
"It's a Vindertech warehouse, which is holding your failed experiment. You can guess what will happen to the warehouse."
>Cain hands her a piece of paper, detailing which warehouse it is.
"What I want you to do, is to make sure that it's safety certification for the warehouse is failed."
| "Set fire to everything. Kill Vindertech. Got it."
>Acknowledged the tasks, she runs out of the gallery this time.
| >Cain grabs her by her jacket.
"I thought you where a hacker, not a fighter? I want the Certifications failed and forged. The other part is being handled. I don't want to put you in harm's way you know."
>Cain murmurs the last part.
| "Ack!"
>Runa stops suddenly in her path
"Ohhh, so that's how you want it. I'm not a hacker, but... I know a friend. Wait a second please."
>She takes out her phone again, typing on it at a frantic speed. From your distance you can even tell that her phone is vibrating. After about 10 minutes, she puts her phone away.
"Done. He should have the fake certificate ready in about 8 hours. He's reliable. Oh- and don't worry about me. I do the dirty work at least 3 kilometers away."
| "And you just did a good deed. I'll make sure it counts towards the VTOL."
>Cain let's go of Runa.
"Now stay safe, ok?"
| >Runa sighs heavily
"T-thanks... I don't have to sell much of my assets now. But regardless, I will be back later with the full payment. Goodbye Cain."
>As she starts walking away from Cain and the gallery, she mutters under the breath
"Oh my god... she's so scary. I have a feeling if I don't do what she asks she might rip out my remaining ear and gut me." *sigh*
| >Kou who had been in the art gallery turns to Cain after waiting for everyone to leave
"Well, arent you scary, I wouldn't expect less from the Devil's apprentice herself"
>He says with a serious tone, before approaching
"You seemed to be rather busy, which is why I didnt interject"
| >>240086
>Dahk casually appears near Runa and pats her on the back
"Yep, cain's can be pretty scary.. but she's also pretty cute, so don't worry *too* much"
| >>240172
"Heh... you always see people as how cute they are. Well I can say that Cain is a really charismatic and intimidating leader. Maybe I'm really worrying too much."
>She waves to Dahk goodbye
"I would really love to stay and chat more, but I have some corp-business to attend. Don't get your panties in a twist~"
>She then leaves the gallery behind.
| >>240579
>Kou waves his hand
"No worries, I'm a patient man"
>He gets closer, his hands in his pockets
"How about getting down to buisness then?"
| >He doesnt sit down, instead taking out a small PDA and handing it to Cain, it shows a small concealable SMG, much like a P90, but smaller.
"I'm looking for something along the lines of this, I want it to be class-4 or 5 weaponery at least"
>He gestures to his bag
"Something that can fit inside a small bag or under clothes"
| "And this is class... 2?"
>Cain studies the gun, and puts it away.
"Well, lets head to the workshop, there you can show off your toys."
>She stands up, heading over to the wall.
| >Kou follows along, pocketing the PDA again
| >>240637
>The 2 find themselves in the workshop under the gallery.
"I would have to ask you to not show off your weapons in the galley above, as this shop is covert, not overt. Now what class is your weapon? The size suggests a 9mm."
| "Its actually chambered in .50 BMG, 9mm is too weak for my standards"
>Kou says with a shrug
"That means less mag capacity, but I dont mind the bigger stopping power, recoil is a whore, sure but single shot is way more my style"
| "Uh huh. I can't make head or tails as to why you would want it this small, the accuracy is useless. Have you considered a collapsible rifle? The longer barrel length would give the bullet a higher exit velocity, and that makes it jump to class 5."
>Cain thinks.
| "As long as I can hide it, sure."
>Kou says simply
"The SMG thing was mostly just an experiment to test a concept"
| >Cain goes in to the store room, and come back carrying a leather briefcase.
"This is the CSR/AM. Well, one of the few left anyway."
>She sets the suitcase down, opening it.
>Inside is a Remington CSR, in its disassembled state. The barrel is much thicker than usual.
| >Kou looks at the rifle with interest
| >the rifle is disassembled in to various parts, but the barrel is actually a integrally suppressed barrel, showing that the rifle makes no report, visually or audibly. It fires a .338 Lapua round.
| "Ohoh, this is quite the interesting piece of work isnt it? Its rare to see internally silenced weapons nowadays"
>Kou says
| "Some call it a piece of art, by I digress. Contrary to popular belief, the .50BMG is not as accurate as it is made out. For that reason I recommend a Lapua round, for it's flatter travel, and penetration."
| >Kou nods
"Is that so? But the real question is if its small enough"
| "The rifle? You can carry it around in a suitcase, and if you wear a suit, pretty much nobody will check you."
>Cain points to the suitcase.
| >Kou nods
"Yeah, that oughta work I guess"
>He seems quite pleased
"So what's the price?"
| (Sorry, I thought I posted...)
"The price is 750000z."
>Cain states.
| >>241146
"Hmm, is that negiotable?"
>Kou says, calmly
"Money isnt an issue right now, but I'm quite the cheapskate and I would like to invest in some drones..."
| >A pantyhybrid wanders into the gallery, unsure if she is in the right place
| >An assistant welcomes her.
"Hello ma'am, welcome to Cain's Gallery."
| "I've come to take a look at your... stock i suppose"
| "Ah, yes. We have canvases, sculptures, or perhaps... Something different?"
>The assistant smiles innocently.
| "Yes, something different... something disgusting or hideous, if that makes any sense"
>she stares with dead eyes
| >>243417
"The kind that kills people, Kou."
>Cain replies, in absolute seriousness
>>243360
"I see. Would you like to wait for Cain of browse our collection?"
| >>243687
>Kou shrugs
"Anything more specific than that? I dont mind but I need details, even like this, i'm still a shadowrunner"
>He says
| >>243696
"That's understandable. The target is a prominent real estate company CEO, who has been stalling my development. Security is tight at home, so your best option is to hit him at work. I don't care how you do it, as long as you don't harm any bystanders."
>Cain reads off some of the job details of a clipboard.
| >>243706
>Kou looks at Cain and ponders
"Can I bring in my own team?"
>He then grabs his PDA
"Any info on the headquarters, or am I going in blind?"
| >>243817
"Well then, feel free to browse the gallery. May I offer you coffee or tea?"
>The assistant bows slightly.
>>243818
"I want to know hope competent you are, not your team. The headquarters are relatively standard. Day guards, IDs, Cameras, a few bio-scanners and metal detectors at the entrance, but not much else."
>Cain puts down the clipboard.
"Consider this a opening to... Profitable favors."
| >>244167
>Kou laughs
"Sure thing then, If all goes well I wont even need to enter the building to fry it all out... alright then, tell me when and where, and I'll do it"
| >A zombie walks into the gallery. He is wearing jeans, and a he is wearing a T-shirt with a cute neko loli on it.
"Hi! I'm here to buy a jetpack!"
| "Hello sir. We've been expecting you. I will have to ask you to refrain from speaking loudly, as this is a gallery."
>The assistant welcomes GG in to the gallery.
| "Sorry. I will keep my voice down."
>The zombie turns to the assistant, then starts looking at some of the holographic art, and then some of the paintings.
"Will I have to wait for Cain, or can I buy it directly from you?"
| "I can help you with this, you mentioned jetpacks for you and tomato?"
>The assistant leads you to a quiet corner of the gallery.
| >Garrett follows, still looking at all the cool stuff there.
"We did talk about that, although I'm only buying one for myself."
>He turns his attention to the assistant.
"I don't need anything special. Only something that can carry me pretty well, and can fly for a few hours. A little powerful would be nice, but I don't need the ability to fly that fast, only a few km/h is fine. Maybe 15-30?"
| "Certainly. Our nearest model to that request is a 3 hour, at 10 km/h. 10k zenny. Jetpacks are not as expensive as you think."
>The assistant states, pulling out a order sheet on a clip board.
| >A big smile appears on Garretts rotting face as he quickly glances over the order.
"Sounds perfect! Should I just give you a credstick?"
| "Yes sir, also, due to recent events, would you want a gas mask?"
>The assistant holds out a gas mask, and a cred-stick terminal.
| "That's probably wise. Thank you."
>He puts on the gas mask, and pays for the jetpack.
"There we go."
| >>244199
(Sorry Kou, I thought I posted.)
"You can do it at your own pace, but the more time you take, the smaller your discount. The place is at Fairmont drive and Hather Avenue, in Downtown."
>Cain puts down her clipboard. Checking her phone.
"And your job might have gotten easier or harder, as we got a new wave of gas attacks."
| >After waiting patiently for a bit, the zombie asks:
"Where and when will I get this jetpack?"
| "We can deliver this jetpack, or if you want, you can have it now."
| "Oh! Ok. I'll take it now then. Also, is a license of some sort needed to operate jetpacks here in GC?"
| "We are not the kind of establishment to check. the backpack is in the back alley of the gallery. someone will meet you and hand it over. Warranty is for 5 years, as long as it's material wear."
| "Ok. Could you point me to this galleries back alley?"
| "Just walk through that wall.
>The assistant points to a wall between paintings.
| "Oh. Ok. I'm off then. Thanks for the assistance."
>The zombie walks over and inspects the wall.
| >The wall opens to a direct path to the back alley of Cain's gallery.
| >>245104
>Kou nods
"I'll get scouting then, but this gas could be troublesome if I let the cops get too close... I'll be off then, expect it to be done soonish"
| "Cool."
>Garrett walks into the back alley, and follows it.
| >>245571
"Great. Grab the rifle and a gas mask if you need it."
>Cain holds out a briefcase.
>>245697
Garret finds a box on a pallet, which holds a Jetpack.
| >Two more figures step in from the gas, one tall and masked. The other, shorter but seems not to care for it.
| >He looks around him, then takes the jetpack. It's obvious that he has never bought anything except for hentai and food, at least not in person.
>He walks back out into the main gallery, and starts looking around some more. He puts on his gas mask, and starts walking towards the door, still looking at the art.
>He bumps into the tallest of the newcomers, and literally jumps back in surprise.
"Shit! Sorry! I didn't see you."
| >>246066
>the taller smiles and claps him on the back
"It's fine, Imagine this sort of thing happens alot in art galleries."
>the smaller stares intently.
| >>246088
"Yeah. Probably. I'll be going then. Have a good one!"
>Still a little on edge, the zombie nervously walks out the front door, and starts walking back home.
| >The taller waves him bye and chuckles to himself. The both of them progress further into the gallery.
| >>246127
>The two are welcomed by the assistant, how bows lightly.
"Hello Sirs, welcome to the Gallery."
| >>245571
"I'll contact you once the job is done. Do you know the way out?"
>Cain puts away the clipboard.
|
| >Ishmael removes his mask and bows deeply. Straightening up he smiles.
"Hello there miss, I was wondering if Cain was in. We would like to ask them some questions."
>Delta folds their arms and leans against a wall.
| "Cain's currently busy. May I ask who you might be? We already know who your friend is."
>The assistant notices Delta, and slightly stiffens.
| >Ishmael looks perplexed a turns at Delta, who shrugs but keeps on staring.
"Tell her that Ishmael is asking for them."
| "I will."
>The assistant casually texts Cain on her phone.
/An Ishmael wants to see you?/
/I'm preoccupied./
| >Ishmael turns about and begins to examine the art. Delta continues to stare.
| >Cain begins to lead Kou out of an alternate exit.
"I hope so. See you soon, Kou."
| >Delta begins to examine the walls in closer detail.
| >>249794
>And behind Delta, stands Cain, mildly annoyed. She has already lead Kou out of the building.
"The art is about a meter to the left. Where's your partner?"
| >Ishmael straightens up smiles. Delta ignores Cain.
"Ah miss Cain, just the person we were looking for, I was wondering if we could ask you some questions?"
| "It depends on the questions. And if your partner would face me, before I shove them through the wall."
>Cain ignores the smile.
| >Ishmael leans to the side to look at Delta, still examining the plaster and floor.
"Well my partner's actions are helping answer some of the questions that we need to ask. And I would be careful, they have a pretty mean left hook."
| "You might get your answers in a hospital at this rate, Ishmael. I hate people who snoop around, so tell your partner to stop.
>Cain looks more than annoyed now.
>Delta's look in to the wall and floor gets him nowhere, it's just white marble, and painted walls.
| >Ishmael puts his hands on his hips and looks at Delta. Who straightens up and shakes their head. Eventually he pulls a notepad from his jacket and clears his throat.
"The two of us are here to ask if you know of any details concerning the approximate whereabouts of a certain individual who may be responsible for several accounts of assault and murder."
>He holds out a blurry snap of some security camera footage.
| >>250883
"I know a lot of certain individuals. You want to narrow it down, because I can't quite make out the picture..."
>Cain leans in to get a better view of the camera footage.
| >Ishmael grins and gestures to Delta.
"I think you're quite familiar with this one. One might say that their resemblance is uncanny."
| "Really now? I guess I now know who to bill for the heap of junk that ruined the electrical system and some art. Very. Very expensive art."
>Cain smiles wide, almost ear to ear.
"So what questions do you have?"
| "What it said, did and went upon arrival."
>Delta steps forward adjusting their gloves.
"Gamma is incomplete and requires addressing."
| "Sounds like you do too. Anyway, It kept going on about primary directive, tried to bite a cable, causing our system to fry, and promptly ran away."
>Cain crosses her arms.
| >Delta remains impassive. Ishmael frowns.
"sounds like a low battery, and with no former commands, I guess it defaults to "Don't get caught."
| >Meanwhile a weird pair entered the gallery through the front entrance. First person being a moderately tall blond man with short hair, in beige trench coat and a black bowler hat, while the second was a short female lilim model, with waist long black hair and notable dark pink eyes, wearing a completely out of place black victorian-style black dress.
>They look around, and the girl whispers to her companion.
"This old geezer just reeks DETECTIVE"
| "Dalian, thats a very rude way to address someone in years."
>Lilim girl simply shrugged off her companion's responce, and started deliberately pretending to be appreciating the interior. Blond man just let out a sigh.
| >Delta turns to them and raises an eyebrow.
| (Is this thread still usable?)
| (I suppose)
| (Well alrighty.)
> An SUV rolls through the block, circling twice before stopping across the street. The driver sighs as he sets it in park and waits for the man in back to give orders. However, he simply stares out the window to the gallery.
"You'd figure we'd park closer."
| > The driver doesn't respond to his statement, keeping an eye on him from the mirror whilst waiting.
" Probably wasn't serious about it."
"Nobody's serious about anything anymore.If you want to keep your tongue, quit using it."
| >Cain glances to the new arrivals, but keeps her focus on Ishmael.
"You got any more questions?"
| >He glances at the new arrives and moves a little closer.
"Any other reports of attacks, or indeed if it left anything behind."
>he holds out a battered newspaper article.
"Seems that he's insistent on learning anatomy."
| > After a good few minutes the man in the back of the SUV leaves the driver and makes his way inside the gallary, taking a look around and noting the style.
| >>252249 >>252237
>He is followed by a man in a long black coat. Around his neck hangs a vintage ski glasses and in his left hand he holds a modern suitcase with an Aluminum frame. After entering the Gallery he looks around. As the man sees Cain he walks over to her and the other man in front of her.
'Good day Cain'
He nods to her.
'Good day Sir'
He nods to him. Then looks to Cain
'I hope i don't disturb our talk but im here to sign the Contract'
He says friendly.
| >Ishmael nods and politely and presses a card into Cain's hand before making for the door, dragging Delta along in his wake.
| >>253289
>Cain puts the card away in to her pocket, giving them a short wave.
>>253210
"Ah, Ritrivia. Nice to see you. The assistant will show you the way to the office, where the contract is."
>Cain motions to her assistant, who appears out of a corner.
>>252249 >>251493
>A volunteer at the entrance of the gallery greets you.
| >>253467 >>253289
>Ritrivia looks after the two leaving persons until the are out of view while looking a little bit confused because he didn't expect this kind of reaction.
'Äh okay...'
>Than turns back to Cain.
'I guess u are quite busy now, right? Your assistant will show me all the things i need, and i also guess if i have questions, I should also ask him/her.' >Then he looks around searching the girl/guy.
>During speaking his accent comes slightly through.
| >>253539
>Cain addresses the busyness.
"Yeah, we've been getting more buisness, but more problems at the same time. Don't worry about some of the visitors that we get. Yeah, The assistant will answer anything you are curious about."
>The assistant politely bows, and motions towards a wall.
"This way Sir."
| >>253584
'Okay then see you later'
>He follows the assistant one step behind
(can someone give me a description of the assistant? I doesn't even know if it is a male of female)
| >>253694
>As you follow the female assistant in to the wall, it opens up, just before you both walk in to it.
>In the new-found office room, is a desk, with a contract and pen.
| >He looks attentively around the room. Before he goes in front of the desk and take a look at the contract.
'That is the Contract, right?'
| >>253855
>Ritrivia put on his ski glasses and read through the hole contract to see if everything is right with it. After he finished reading he graps the pen and sign the paper.
'Can we have a look through the building? I don't wanna get lost in the further and i also wanna see the my new workplace.'
>Ritrivia aksed the Assistant during he puts down the ski glasses.
'By the way... Whats your name? I am Ritrivia.'
>He says with a slight friendly smile on his face.
| "We will have an orientation, in a minute, Mr. Ritrivia. I am Hannah, I mostly work in the art gallery, greeting guests and helping out the boss there."
>Hannah takes the paper, and puts it away in to the desk.
| 'Well nice to meet you Hannah'
>Ritrivia says.
'We are finished here, right? Or will we wait for some thing special?'
| "Just sending a copy of the contract to the server. All done. Please follow me as I show you the workplace."
>Hannah points to a staircase.
"The workshop is based under the gallery."
| >Ritrivia follows as requested one step behind Hannah. During walking he looks from her head over the body to the shoes she wears and than back. Because he is one step behind her, she should not notice.
| >>253467
>Blond man bowed slightly to the volunteer and looked at his companion.
"Whatever, do your thing, — >lilim girl told the man,
— I'll stick around here."
"I'll bring you a present." >Man replied.
"Pfff."
>The girl went exploring the gallery, as her companion approached the volunteer.
"Good evening. I'd like to acquire some items, — >he made a finger gun with his right hand and waved it a little,
— But I'm unfamiliar with the way business is done here. Could you help me?"
| >>254510
>Hannah is wearing a suit with a pencil skirt, and some flats. She leads you to the workshop.
>The workshop itself is vast, housing all the tools you can imagine, from Hacksaws to Fabricators and CNC machines.
"This is the workshop, where most of the prototypes are made, and nearby is your office. Any questions about the workshop?"
| >>254643
>The volunteer looks confused by the blond man's actions...
"Uh... Sorry sir, do you mean some artwork? Mrs. Cain would be able to help you, if I could only find her..."
>The volunteer sheepishly says the last part of the sentence.
| >Ritrivia is looking around the workshop. Then he puts on his Skiglasses and take again a slowly look through the workshop.
'I guess... ah okay... Interesting...Well, what did I want to say. Ah, i guess there are all the things i need in here, like 3D Analyser and Nano Printer, for debugging and building circuitboards also a Reflowoven for Soldering, but... how old are the maschines? I have long time not seen a Hacksaw. We used a lasercutter in my old company....'
| '....and are the maschines all linked together through ethernet or did u already use the newer Brain link technology? So i could work only with the PC and must nerver run through the vast workshop to Programm a CNC Maschine for example. Oh and the PC what kind of model is it? Did it have 3D HOLO viewer? It is better for Programming if u can create a large amount of display in the Air also it works better with a 3D hologramm of the thing i should create?'
| >After asking these lot of questions with german accent, he turns back to Hannah with an expectant look. In his glasses are flickering a lot of lights images and UI's.
| >>255453
"All the machines are only a few months old, because we bought them when we opened this location. All the devices are linked to an air-gaped Matrix Node, which has a server and storage attached. And the Hacksaw... well... It's Mrs. Cain's tool. She doesn't use it in to workshop."
>Hannah answers all the questions, without skipping a beat.
| >>255606
'Okay that sounds quite good then i have only a last question. When i build this thing how it's suppose to leave this workshop... Well i didn't see a door right now how it fits through'
>he asks while taking down his Skiglasses.
| >Hannah points to a large bay door.
"Everything is handled underground, but through there is where large projects get built. It's like a clean room in there."
| 'Ah okay, then i haven't any questions left about the Workshop.'
>Ritrivia says.
| >>255652
"Great, Just through here is your personal office, and over there is storage."
>The assistant points out your office and Storage.
| >>255348
"Then I would kindly ask you to search for Mrs. Cain."
>Blond man took off his hat, put it to his chest and bowed to the volunteer with a polite smile.
"I am most interested in buying some... Artwork." >He said, puting the hat back on.
|
| >>257275
>The volunteer smiles back and and begins to look out for Cain. Meanwhile, Blond man's companion, the girl, spots Cain, busy on a phone call.
|
| >>257285
>As lilim girl spots Cain, she makes a :thinking: gesture, but then simply continues deeper into the gallery, completely oblivious to both the gallery's owner identity and her companion's business.
| >>257285
>As lilim girl spots Cain, she makes a :thinking: gesture, but then simply continues deeper into the gallery, completely oblivious to both the gallery's owner identity and her companion's business.
| >>257298
>The volunteer eventually comes by next to Cain, as Cain finishes her call.
"Cain, there's an art collector here, interested in some art, he's also got his girlfriend with him."
>Cain gives a simple nod, and makes her way over to the blond man.
"You asked for me?"
| >>257305
"Indeed I have."
>Blond man nods, taking off his hat and right glove, before offering Cain a handshake.
"Hugh Anthony Disward, at your service. I'd like to talk in private, if possible."
| >>257321
>Cain returns the handshake.
"Cain, Owner of the Gallery. My office is nearby, Please, come with me."
>She points towards a blank wall, and walks towards it, revealing a passageway to an office.
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| >Cain's gallery is now a medium sized art gallery, housed between a newly renovated wine store, and a tailor's.
>Inside, is a while marbled floor, with paintings, damascus guns, and holographic art covering every single nook and cranny, but leaving ample walking space.
>Cain, the owner, sits at a bench , enjoying the holographic art.