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(Setting) Tango Down Divebar, Pt 2
| "Oh Shush, it's a decent drink with a terrible name."
>AnoMeat tells Rocky, as he sits down, and gestures for TS and CN to join him.
| > Thomas sighs with no other choice, joining them as so.
"I'd rather have just plain whiskey. Irish if you've got."
| > Thomas nods and sighs, beginning to down his rather slowly for taste. Once he puts his glass down, he looks to AnoMeat.
"Alright, so you're giving that device of yours to CN, ey? That's the reason you're here?"
| >CN joins them in the bar
"So uh how exactly did you all end up pulling guns at each other?"
| >AnoMeat downs the drink in a few goes.
"So CN, would you help us out with ER kidnapping?"
| (Three fucking conversations at once we're not even drunk yet)
| "Oh about that, Some one was very sensitive about their network being blocked."
| >Anomeat stares at the girl in the wheelchair.
| > Shelby shifts in his seat.
"Well.. The gun part wasn't exactly accurate. I don't know what good friend PTSD did here, but as soon as he turns on his mute button over at the bartender, he had a pretty big barrel straight for his heart."
| (Wait I didn't reali- fucking scratch that)
| >>87880
"Well as a hacker and programmer myself I can understand her annoyance. Tech is sensitive and when it stops working out of nowhere it's annoying, especially if it's something important that you programmed yourself."
| "and then it became a mexican stand-off untill you came, again, sorry."
>AnoMeat attempts changes the subject
"about the Mute. I want you to have it, I got too much heat on me for now, but we need your help with a kidnapping case."
| "Well that's fine then. And what do you want me to do to help?"
| "we need help figuring out where a suspect and a kidnappee disappeared off to on 103 W. Ruthford, I think Shelby has a bit more info on that."
>AnoMeat gestures to TS.
| > Thomas clears his throat.
"Well.. Before I've arrived here, I've already made connections between this recent kidnapping and a thread posted on /u/."
> He takes another drink of his Whiskey.
"There were more than a dozen men sent to kidnap a girl over the fact she helped give answers for a cipher. That's my current guess, anyways. When she was taken, me and a man named Vereks attempted to stop them, but after the get away vehicle crashed, there was no one in the car."
| "The only help we've got is when I asked for where they took 'er, the man said Westbridge.. Well, he screamed it. Then I took his tongue."
> Shelby fiddles with his hand, basically explaining where the now dried blood came from.
| "oh yeah, And can we get a pizza and some beer? I barely had any pizza last time..."
>AnoMeat requests, remembering Mint, who munched it all away...
| "You don't mean those ciphers that been on the board the past couple of days do you? I mean if you guys got a location I'm not sure how I can help. I'm not very good in a fight."
| > Thomas nods.
"Yeah.. THESE things, and the morse code. And that last one, which Elliott posted on. Like I said, all I've got out of them was Westbridge. Perhaps that's a place nearby? I'm not familiar with Glitch. And no worries on the fighting.. If anybody, I've got that covered."
> Thomas looks back towards behind the counter, taking another drink.
| "As long as there are no miniguns, I can fare well. we just need to track these people, and see how they got away. Would you be able to break in to any of the cameras in the area?"
>AnoMeat says, while checking that he has the right ammo for the job.
| >A few minutes of clean up and CN getting his balls chewed out by Cocoa (the disabled loli) for probably the third or fourth time since they met later, the group is now sitting around the wooden dinner table, several large pizzas and pitchers of beer in evidence.
| >Mint has retired to a couch and is snoozing soundly- Cocoa is sulking near the fireplace, Rocky is wiping down a glass aimlessly, and Blackberry has disappeared further inside the building...
| "Pft. Would I be able to hack into the traffic cameras..."
>CN chuckles to himself and turns to Cocoa before quickly stopping after seeing her serious face
"Er, yes. Honestly if you can't hack into a traffic camera you don't last long as a hacker. Westbridge is still pretty broad of a place, it would help if I had an address or something."
| "Sadly, we don't.."
> Thomas sighs, shaking his head and looking at the beer pitcher.
"However, I suppose any street camera that've caught them taking off will catch them heading to their destination. In fact, we can head down to where it happened right now.. It's only a few blocks away."
| "Well I doubt we even need to go through the trouble in that case."
>CN takes off the cyberdeck off his back and starts fiddling with it. Tell me what time did this happen? If I know that I can just follow them through traffic recordings."
| (Rip forgot to skip a line)
| "It was at most 5 hours ago, Shelby would know.
I know this time as my fault, but what did you do to make Cocoa mad at you?"
>Asks Anomeat.
| (Oof.)
"Wasn't even an hour ago."
> Thomas draws a... a p-pocket watch..
"Exactly fifty-three minutes ago. I'd say 7:29?"
| "Hold up, you still got a pocket watch?"
| "Er... that is a series of misunderstandings and unfortunate events we will not get to..."
>He starts typing as he stares at the screen
"Okay I found where they left from so let me see if I can see where in Westbridge they end up in..."
| (Aha! That's where you were hiding, Shelby..)
> The location is in... North WestBridge, with coordinates related specifically to the cipher on the board. The place that pulls up is a large abandoned slaughterhouse facility.
| (Oof I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, sorry Anomeat, yeah it was more like five)
| "Hmm... Well that was easy. What's the plan then?"
| "Yes, Anoke. I've got a pocket watch.. 'Twas a mans that died in my infantry during the French-British war."
> He clears his throat.
"And I don't see what I've done to the poor girl, 'twas probably a mistake."
| "Wait, was there anyone with you during the event, Shelby?"
>AnoMeat Suddenly snaps
| > Thomas looks to him.
"Boy named Vereks."
| >AnoMeat checks a thing on his phone, confirming his suspicion.
"the police scanner reports one male currently being questioned on the crime scene, it's the Vereks guy!"
>AnoMeat quickly turns to CN
"Can you get a live feed of the Crime scene?"
| "One moment..."
>CN moves some things around on the touch screen and a camera feed pops up
| > Thomas looks over and watches the screen carefully, sighing but showing no panick.
"I suppose this would be a bad thing for those with no experience."
| "Hmm... how to go about this... barging right in probably isn't the smartest move"
| > Thomas raises an eyebrow.
"Figuring with the police getting involved, ey? I suppose we'd do it with a distraction and more or less sneak in. Except for CN.. Because of your technical skills, I see you better as watching over, if there's maybe.. locked doors, or alarm systems. I suppose they'd do that, would they?"
| "I'm pretty sure yea. I'm fine with running support, that's what I usually end up doing with my team so I'm used to it."
| > Thomas nods and takes his last drink of Whiskey.
"Alright then. 'Tis been plenty of time, I suppose we get ready and meet up somewhere?"
| "Well I mean I can support you guys from here if you prefer. I have most of the tech I need here. I just need a common communication network to use. Although on second thought I've probably already stayed my welcome today... so I'll leave the meet up location to you."
| > He nods and looks between both CN and AnoMeat.
"Alright then.. Let's get good and equip. I've got a bought building on South and Rose, only a few miles from here. maybe about.. Eh, thirty minutes? Or will you two need time?"
| "Nah, I'm fine. That works for me."
>CN nods as he puts his deck away again.
| "Alright. South and Rose in twenty minutes, bring what you need, and in case. If it's not on your list, a gun."
> With this, Thomas stamds and stretches a bit before checling his pocket watch. He gives it a strong gaze before heading out the door.
| (Stands**
Shall we wait in real time? My current posting is 10:28 and I'm awfully tired.)
| (And I'm sure AnoMeat is already gone**)
| (We can do it tomorrow if you prefer no rush)
| (Yeah, alright. What time do you prefer? Normally Imt everything after 4:00)
| (I'm)
| (I'm free all day tomorrow so that works)
| (Gotcha. M'kay then, g'night)
| "*Sigh* Sorry to say that a gun is never on my list and that's not changing..."
>CN stands up and stretches a little, stashing the button in his laptop case.
"Well I'll see you sometime later then gurls, uh sorry for the misunderstanding... again. It was nice meeting you Mint."
>We waves goodbye as he heads off.
| >Rocky waves uneasily as you leave...
| (Sorry... I feel asleep... I'm in a +6h timezone, and I feel asleep at 6am...)
| (should I set up a {Quest} or a (setting)?)
| (will you link up with the guys at the 103 W. Ruthford thread? They seem to have another thing going)
| (yeah, this thread became a splinter of the 103 W. Ruthford thread, I guess we will join them.)
| >AnoMeat returns to the bar, looking exhausted.
"Hello Again!"
| >He sits down, and orders himself a double vodka, neat.
| >it seems that its pretty empty here... AnoMeat had his drink, paid, and left for Bronze street.
| (rip, i was busy. ;-;)
| >AnoMeat returns to the bar, yet again, for the second time today. He is still in his suit after the meeting, making him look completely out of place.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
| "Heyyyyy handsome, come here often?" >Says the barkeep, different from the previous one. She's a little bit shorter and has shoulder length red tresses with a somewhat tight red blouse, which is open a couple buttons down. She beckons you to approach!
| "I do, Can you do me the usual?"
>AnoMeat plops down at a bar stool, exhausted.
| > Soon after he speaks his order, an infamous face arrives. Thomas Shelby approaches from the doorway and heads to sit next to AnoMeat.
| "Thomas! How is the gal holding up?"
| "Slowly dying."
> He jokes... Did he really?
"Ah, no more help from CN, I suppose.. But I've got something."
| > Before another word, the girl herself is at the door, stumbling to make her way in.
"Ah, T-T-T-Tommy.."
> She rasps a bit, still not up to par for standing.
| >A clicking sound beneath the bartable is heard... followed by the front entrance suddenly closing on its own.
| >AnoMeat rushes to help her sit down.
"Jesus, you weren't kiding!"
| >The redheaded tender brushes her hair backward.
"Well mister handsome... it appears that you have dun goofed."
| "Lady, Do you have a bathroom I can use?"
| "What?"
| > Thomas looks to the bartender and stands, a low growl but no facial expression is seen.
"What in bloody hell's going on?"
|
| "Someone just decided to make off with some very sensitive information... and they're standing right in front of me." >The redhead says, smiling.
| > Thomas nods and begins to approach her.
"Alrihht then, cock-eyed witch. Mind you telling us what that information is?"
| (Alright*)
| "What are you on about?"
| "Why don't you ask Mr. Parka?" >She days nodding in his direction.
| "What parka?"
>AnoMeat has no clue to what you are talking about, he's still in a suit...
| (Oh... whoops.)
| "What's g-g-going o-on?"
> Elliott whines softly, clutching onto AnoMeat.
| > She's refused to open her eyes since leaving the car.
| "I'll spare you the details... but someone accessed our private network moments ago and tried to download logs of our messages. A user that just happened to visit a day or so ago. Someone like... you. >She points toward AnoMeat.
"Mighty discourteous, eh?"
| "I SWEAR TO GOD, I'VE HAD A LONG DAY. Have you ever been run at by a dozen lilims with blades all over them, of finding a kidnapee half dead and the other half filled with augs? I even missed a massive bonus today, this bitch of a client thinks they can step all over me!"
>AnoMeat is venting, and really not helping the situation.
| "The boss is busy and thanks to yer mess our decker is now probably rushing to rip apart the whole thing from scratch. Again." >She sighs.
"So now *I* get to play with you!"
| "And Yes I did break a network here yesterday with a device, but that you should know about considering you work here!"
| "NO."
| "I just want a drink."
| >>89665
"So on top of that bad RNG, you decided to try and steal from an group of people you just met yesterday? Hohohohohoho..." >She chortles.
"Honey, this has BAD END written all over it!"
| > Thomas shakes his head and begins to take off his coat, he unholsters the gun on his chest and fires it off, two shots close to AnoMeat and two shots close to the redhead.
"Shut the fuck up, both of your voices are so damn annoying..."
| >She looks over to Elliot.
"... Er... is she going to be ok?"
| > Elliott lools between her, Tommy and AnoMeat.
"I-I-I t-Think I'm g-gona be s-sick.."
| "Fine check my phone, its the only thing that can store data."
>AnoMeat hands his phone over, still holding on to Elliott.
"It's fine, your in a safe place. They even locked the front door. It's just that I showed up at a bad time."
| "GOD DAMN IT THOMAS"
| >>89672
>Suddenly, a burst of flame spits just along the side of your head, leaving your hat partially singed. Behind her, several top shelf bottles drip onto the floor, their containers shattered. A small spout sits just underneath the redhead's wrist.
"I'll put those on yer tab."
| >>89676
>She takes the phone and picks it up with a pair of tongs. The flame bursts from the device in her wrists again, melting the phone into a slag of glass and plastic. She puts it back in your hand!
"That was easy," >She says, unlocking the entrance.
"Er... need me to call an ambulance for her?"
| "Elliott, everything is going to be fine"
>AnoMeat keeps Elliott Close, as the two seem to be on the brink of a shoot out.
| "Yeah, and thats going on your tab."
>AnoMeat chucks the phone in to a bin.
| (Gotta go, i'll see you all later tonight ^^ Hapoy Friday!)
| (Or Happy, rather.)
| > Thomas stares for a bit before nodding, without word and heading for the door.
| (Oof you too!)
| (Yeah, happy friday!)
| "Lets go to your hideout, my one is currently busy..."
>AnoMeat talks to Thomas.
| > He nods, making it out to the car and waiting for AM and Elliott to get in.
| (Have a good Friday!)
| >AM gets in the car.
"hey, wanna grab a drink from a store nearby?"
| "We'll have drinks at my place."
> Thomas backs out and proceeds to head for his building.
| (Transition~~)
| (Chapel-3 is the place)
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| >(Last thread has overflowed, now for a new one.)
>The setting: A comfy dive bar made out of shag carpeting, old leather couches, granite bartable, wooden chairs.
>The door, still open.
>The participants: Fragging everyone, it seems.