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(Setting) AnoMeat's Gun Store.
| (no, AnoMeat totally didn't copy Neo Louvre.)
| >A woman walks in cautiously, wearing a short skirt and a bomber jacket. An army cap and scarf covering much of her face, she looks around
| "welcome to the shop ma'am. Please look around, and ask if you don't see a particular gun."
>AnoMeat eyes the suspicious woman. He just might have to ask her to remove her scarf.
| Im looking for uh.. something specific. Do you have a Smith and Wesson.. model 500?
| "Lets see... we do, but do you have any augmentations to your arms?"
>AnoMeat pulls out 2 revolvers. Both are the requested gun, one in a holdout barrel (3in), and one in a hunting barrel (10in).
| > A short, slinder form walks into the shop wearing a black nearly featureless helmet. On the front is a large black tinted 'window' from wince a large portion of the figure's head would be able to view whatever he pleased without turning his head. Yet there was no face visible through the darkness of that visor. Only faint glowing holoframes disappearing from its surface; probably a GPS setup. Dressed for the winter with a large baggy black hoodie <c>
| Umm no...
Im aware of the recoil.
..Ill manage
| > and dark blue jeans with black sneakers practically hidden under their oversized flaring bottoms, he was practically unidentifable aside from the pale white fingers that stuffed themselves in his jean pockets. He walked toward the counter and waited...
"...Ah. So this is your shop."
| Ill take the three-inch, 4 if you have it.
Ill also take a few boxes of AP rounds and whatever special rounds you have.
Tell me... How do you think this gun'll fare against a something like...
An augmented bear?
| "Augmented bear? If you don't mind, I got something better for you."
>AnoMeat goes to the back. You hear what sounds like a elevator going down... then up. AnoMeat comes back around, and plops a round, then a rifle.
"This is the Fat Mac."
>AnoMeat points at the gun.
"It will stop the bear with its .950 JDJ round."
>AnoMeat turns to the newcomer.
"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there."
| "Is there a gun you are looking for in particular? Or would you like a recommendation?"
| >her glare breaks as she smiles and lets out a surprised laugh
Hahahahah- ahahahhaha
| "Is there something you don't like about it?"
| Haha sorry, sorry
>She rubs at her eyes calming down
I was just surprised at the amount of firepower civ- people can easily buy in this city
>She takes one hand out of her pocket and pokes at the rifle, feeling its weight
Ill take the revolver thank you
| "Alright."
>"AnoMeat picks up the rifle. Barely. And puts it away. He pulls out 4 revolvers, and 2 boxes of AP .500 S&W.
"We have an EMP rounds, made to disable augs and lilims. would you like to have a box?"
| > The visitor shrugged softly and AM's reflection pointed back at him from his helmet. A distorted, metallic sounding voice replied.
"...Do you carry forearm holsters with ejection mechanisms?"
| I guess ill take a pair of 4's
...no dont think i'd akimbo them that's stupid.
Ill take the EMPs
Do they happen to make explosives and incendiaries for this by chance?
| (pair of 4's= 2 for inchers)
| "Oh. We are out of stock for those. Very popular at this time of year. As an alternative, I can offer you a magnetic holster system."
| (Whops, that last one was for >>92191)
| >>92192
"We do."
>AnoMeat puts away 2 of the revolvers, and puts a box of explosive ammo, incendiary, and EMP rounds .
"Sadly, 4in barrels are a custom feature. we can have these milled here, but you will have to wait for 2 hours."
| Oh my bad i'll take the three's you have then.
So how much?
| (One minute for the pricing.)
| "708750 nuyen for the lot."
| > The visitor clicked their tongue, but it only translated through the helmet as a really irritated sounding flash of static.
"...Are the polarity switches gesture activated or am I going to have to mod it?"
| > The door makes it's soft chiming sound right at the reveal of the cost, another woman entering and having herself a look around.
"A gun store.. An actual civilian ran gun store.. In the midst of Glitch.."
> She whispers to herself.
| "Grip activated. Put enough pressure around the grip of the gun, and it deactivates. Putting pressure from one side will not activate it."
>AnoMeat Pulls out a box, Its marked "AM customs Magnetic Holster System"
| >As AnoMeat places the box, he turns to the woman.
"Ah. Welcome to The Gallery. Please take a loop around, or ask if you have any particular requests."
| > The newcomer nods, taking her first option and strolling through silently, seemingly admiring the place through her eyes.
| >AnoMeat takes a closer look at the newcomer while he waits a reply from Mr.Helmet.
| "That..Kind of defeats the purpose doesn't it? I want to keep it concealed in my sleeves. The gun needs a direct line into my palm with a single gesture."
> The helmet headed customer replied while idly spinning what looked like a steel fidget ring on their left pointer finger. The metallic voice hummed with a soft echo.
"...Hmmn...How long does it take stock to be restored? I can make due with this but..."
| Alright then
>She pulls out a cluster of credsticks
There goes my bribe allowance
>She mutters quietly to herself as she hands it over the desk
| >AnoMeat puts away the box.
"Well, its a rare item, it gets restocked every month. We can produce a custom holster for you with our workshop in the back within the hour. But, It will be more expensive.
| > A soft staticy sigh follows and a light shrug tails behind.
"How much are we talking?"
| >>92244
"Thank you for your patronage. Please remember that there are no returns."
>>92247
"it will be 100000 nuyen. And you will have to hand over your handgun for the fitting. As compensation, we will clean the handgun inside and out."
| >>92250
I'll see you soon AnoMeat
>Carrying the bags, she gives him a wink as she turns around to leave
| >>92250
"*BZZZT* I'll buy a gun from this place to be fitted to it. *FFFFT* Anything compact and EMP round compatible will be fine."
| "Any preferences on calibler? we manufacture our EMP rounds in-house. I will also have to see your sleeves for holster and gun compatibility."
>AnoMeat takes a synthpaper pad out and starts writing notes on it.
| > The helmet's reflection shifted downward for a moment, then angled back up toward AM. Slowly his right baggy hoodie sleeve raised to reveal those pale white fingers again. If AM was perceptive he'd notice they were either augmented or at least partially so. It was hard to tell because of the ridiculous amount of detail put into quite literally making it hard to tell at a glance.
" Are 55 ACP rounds still a thing? *Bzzt* It's been a while since I've bought a peashooter."
| "If you have recommendations here I'll listen. I tend to like your weapon logic, AM. *FFFT*"
| (did you mean 45 ACP?)
| "For a small carry gun, I recommend smaller caliber, easier to control the recoil with one hand. would you like a suppressed weapon?"
| "*Bzzt* Why not? I suppose it'll make audio dampening easier. Are you going to measure this sleeve or...?"
> After speaking their fingers curled back into their large sleeve.
"...I have to admit. I didn't think I'd see you in broad daylight like this. *ffftt*"
| "Ive been trying to get away from the PMC. Anyway, I have a G26 available. Pretty common gun, chambered in 9mm. I also have a VP9, but you aren't even supposed to know it exists. Last, but not least, is a Ruger Mark 4. Chambered in 22lr, it has virtually no recoil, and can be made almost as quiet as the VP9."
>AnoMeat puts out the G26 and the Ruger Mark in front of the mask man. He notices the weirdness in the man's arms and asks
"So just how moded are your arms?"
| "*Bzzt* Is that a occupational inquiry or a casual question?"
> Somehow that metalic, robotic sounding voice sounded a weee bit annoyed.
"The VP9 tempts me...but I sense I'd be more frugal to go for the Ruger Mark 4."
> As the helmet spoke faint holographic symbols and shapes showed beyond the blackness. One that faintly looked like a...video of some kind of testing of each weapon? It was hard to tell.
| "Casual Question"
>AnoMeat puts away both of the guns.
"And how much ammo would you need?"
| "*Bzzt* Do you accept direct digital payments?"
> The helmeted person lowered their arm finally and stuffed that hand back into their pocket.
"Enough so that I'll never strangle myself without a fight, *Bzzt* even further so that I don't lose out on what I want. I don't trust augments I didn't personally design or mod."
| "Its doable. I will need 50% upfront. This is for all custom jobs. I guess about 3 magazines will be enough in a gunfight. And with that, 3 boxes of .22LR ammo, EMP spec."
>AnoMeat writes all the information down, excluding the modified arms.
"That all comes to about 305300 nuyen."
| "By the way. *Fzzzt* For the sake of ease, I'm called Neon. I suppose I'm going to be a regular here."
> After saying so Neon aimed a transparent card at AM after digging in pants pockets after patting around his form for where his ratty destroyed leather wallet was.
" We'll do this the old fashion way. *Bzzzt* I hope you don't mind."
| "As long as its not traceable, it's fine."
>AnoMeat places the card on the table, and a holo-terminal pops up, with AnoMeat typing in the amount of money for the transaction.
| "Would you please confirm your Identity?"
| > The helmet wearing customer dug into his pockets again and pulled a driver's license. Hilariously he even has his helmet on in that one. The numbers matched, as did the "Name" which was prooobably an alias. However the data matched the card and most machines accepted it without issue.
"*Bzzt* Sure."
>There was an oddly smug air to that robotic voice. Bastard.
| "Smart. where can I get one of those masks?"
>AnoMeat returns the card.
| >After being in the workshop for a while, AnoMeat comes out, holding a pelican case for the masked man.
"you've really been here the whole time?"
>AnoMeat places the case on the table.
| " *Bzzt*"I'm good at doing most things that need doing in one place." >The darkened reflection of AM aimed back at the shop owner. Neon stuffed his hands into his pockets and lumbered over. He carefully examined AM's work.
| "Please do test the weapon in the downstairs shooting range, and tell me if you need any changes."
>AnoMeat points to a door. Over it, reads "Shooting Range.
| >AnoMeat stares at The Masked Man looking over his work. He takes out metal case, and out of it, a small cigarillo. He lights it and smokes.
| > Having stayed quiet, simply watching and noting from the background, the girl that entered long ago stands where she is, glaring down at a few of the larger handguns in glass casing. How long has she been here? How much longer will she be looking around?
| "Ma'am, Do you need any help?"
>AnoMeat does not like the mood of the situation, he flicks his handgun from the safety to fire position discreetly.
| (SORRY! I forgot about your character being there...)
| (No, that was my point entirely, apologies on my behalf e.e)
> She looks up with the grin she's kept on her face, raising an eyebrow in interest.
"Hm? Oh, actually.. I was just waiting 'till you were finished.. With everyone else, of course."
> Of obvious foreign descent, she moves from the cased guns over to the counter, leaning against it once in front of AnoMeat.
| ( Plus I kind've forgot myself **)
| "It might not be the case soon. why not step in to my office, the workshop."
>AnoMeat types some stuff on his holo desk/counter, and closes it.
"Please, follow me."
| > She nods and follows solemnly, taking a good look at the surroundings as she does.
| >She sees a fully fledged workshop, With 3D printers, CNC machines, And a few reloading benches.
"You have my full attention, and no one else's."
>AnoMeat pulls up two stools from the side. One for him, one for the mystery lady.
| > Taking a good look, she bits her lip and looks to him, holding her arms behind her.
"I do, now? Alright.. Let's see... What's your recommended personal firearm? What do you carry yourself?"
> She begins as if it's a normal conversation.
| "Wait wait.. Just stick with the second. What's your personal carry?"
> She giggles lightly, toying as she sits down on the stole he's brought out. She crosses her legs and leans in, listening.
| (Stole? stool****)
| >AnoMeat pulls his hands out, and places his firearm on the table next to him. It's an Original 1911, converted to 10mm. It looks completely blacked out, excluding 3 green dots used for the sights.
"An Original 1911."
| "For old times sake."
| > Her eyes widen slightly to admire fully the authentication.
"For old times sake? Sounds like it's more than just the gun it'self. Is there a story?"
| "There is. But its not appropriate for this situation."
>AnoMeat tenses up a little, remembering what happened in Bahrain.
| > She nods, although her attention has turned to him, she holds still an interested expression.
"Ah, I see... Now then, why don't we focus on something else, let me think.."
> She taps her cheeks lightly before a click in her head.
"What about Thomas Shelby? Do you know his personal carry? I heard.. A little birdie told me.. He has an original Webley .455."
| "He's had it all his life, I'm told."
| "He might. I have to ask, where is this all leading to?"
>AnoMeat takes his 1911 back in to its holster.
| >The safety still off.
| "I don't know.. I'd thought it would trail somewhere. Maybe..."
> She then leads to knowledge that shouldn't hardly be known.
"Maybe It'd lead to where he got the gun. Old weapons like that.. Suppliers have to be tricky to find those.. Kazuki's pretty tricky, isn't he? I mean, he sold Shelby the Lewis guns that tore up my men on South and Rose."
> She cracks a wider grin, nearly a devils smile.
" Isn't Shelby coming this way, soon?"
| "I don't know. Considering the fact that his family is abducted or dead, he isn't in a celebratory mood."
>AnoMeat keeps his poker face.
"I don't know, or care, about what the two of you are fighting about. And sure, I'm impressed with your knowledge, It's a beautiful birdie you have."
>AnoMeat remembers something.
"would you like drink? It seems we might be here for a while."
| > The woman nods, reading him thoroughly.
"I prefer Irish whiskey, clean, please."
> She leans back and straightens up on the stool.
"Ah, the birdie used to sing better, until it lost it's tongue to a serpent."
| >AnoMeat stands up, and goes over to toolbox. He goes to the very bottom drawer, and pulls out 2 glasses, and a chilled bottle of Irish whiskey.
"Are you with SoC by any chance?"
>AnoMeat turns around, and brings over the whiskey. He sets the glasses, and pours himself and the woman a drink.
| > She watches him, yet intrigued.
"SoC? I'm afraid I haven't heard of that.. What does it stand for, may I ask?"
| "Beats me. I just see threats from him from time to time. Would you still like to buy something?"
>AnoMeat stubs his cigarillo, and begins smoking another one. While taking a drink.
| > The woman bobs her head some and thinks for a bit. Afterwards she lifts the glass to her lips and sips, somewhat elegant, and an out of place style in Glitch.
"It depends.. I would like to ask a few more questions, however, before we get on to the real business."
> She stops, and laughs with a soft tension.
"I'm sorry, I haven't even gave you my name! How rude of me.."
| > With another sip of her drink, she grows proper and smiles lightly.
"My first name's Ada.. But I'm more formally known as the Shepherd of Fire... Only to those that follow, then I'm just Ada."
| "Shepherd of Fire... Rings a faint bell."
>AnoMeat Takes a deep puff of his Cigarillo, Thinking...
"Are there any other shepherds out there?"
| "Those that tend to sheep, I suppose. Most are out in the Philippines, that's where the sheep lavish most."
> She giggles once more, She's definitely playing with him.
"I suppose the name's a bit different, but let's keep the Ada between you and I, hmm? A lot would be unhappy hearing it out in the world of Glitch."
> She takes a larger drink of her Whiskey. setting it down and tilting her head with question.
"So.. What do you think of the social representative? This.. SoC?"
| "I don't condone the things he has done."
>AnoMeat takes another drag of his cigarillo, irritated at the evasion of his question.
"So Ana, you mentioned that you had more questions? Hopefully related to your purchase?"
| > She thinks before shaking her head.
"Correction, Ada.. But, I've think I had mistaken myself.. I suppose I'm just another window shopper, today, unless I hear or see something more.. Eye catching."
> She looks around a bit more, before nodding.
"I suppose you do research into people, before you wish any infliction to them, is this something you agree with?"
| "That is true. Most of the time."
>AnoMeat remembers Rockford, and The Client.
"Do you mind staying? I am curious about the following of the Shepard of Fire."
| "Not at all.."
> She perks up a bit to his interest.
"By the way, before my infliction, I have done research on Thomas Shelby. Shall I begin with his family, or his criminal record?"
> She shoots another topic, a strong attempt at throwing him off what's more important.
| "All I need to know of people most of the time is their skill, and what they want. But you, you are an exception."
>AnoMeat relaxes a minor bit. Is it the atmosphere? or is it the booze and nicotine?
| "Oh? Then what is it of me that you need to know most?"
> With raised interest, the entire time she's been in the office with him, she's stood very intrigued by everything.
| "I'm curious as to why you have been evading subjects that I have been asking."
>AnoMeat stares deeply in to Ada.
| "Evading, is it? I've always wondered what the correct term was. Otherwise I would just be using dodgy.."
> She proceeds to toy with him.
| > Taking a quick, and last, sip of her drink, she quickly returns.
" My apologies, please. I'll answer a question of yours with honesty."
| "Ada."
>AnoMeat pulls out his gun, and cocks it.
"I have been patient with the evasions and redirections. But consider this. Your people killed Shelby's brother. Kidnaped his child. And as that man's friend, I should have shot you for your sins. I should have told him to come here faster. But what did I do? I told him to not come, and I steadied my hand. Do not lie to me."
| > She smiles at his wits, cocking her head a bit and loses herself in thought. Within a quick second, she returns.
"That man has killed children, stole brothers lives, used his own family as bait, and you want me for my sins?"
> She waits a second before nodding.
"I won't lie to you. Ask a question, I shall answer."
| >Perhaps out of curiosity or habit. When Neon had gone down to try out his gun. He didn't. Instead he scanned the vibrations of the building with his helmet and attempted to trace patterns into 'vocal sound' to be listened to or recorded. In short he tried to casually eavesdrop. Was he successful?
| "1. Who exactly are you? 2. Why did you kill Shelby's Brother? 3. What is the Shepard of Fire so intrested in?"
>AnoMeat takes another drink.
"You think I didn't know what he has done?"
| >>93172
>He did not. While the walls where made to mask the noise of the loud workshop, it was equally effective at blocking noise. But Neon did catch what was said in >>93173.
| "Like I said. Ada. The Shepherd is isn't interested much more than.. Well, Elliott. And.. We killed John because he was in the way."
| "Interesting."
>AnoMeat considers a few things... And decocks his gun.
"Go. before I change my mind."
>AnoMeat stares like an eagle. unblinking.
| "LightmanZX saved your life. You should thank him."
| "Oh really?"
> She stands to leave, brushing her hair back and beginning to the door.
| >AnoMeat keeps staring.
| >AnoMeat recocks the 1911.
"I'd hurry if I where you."
| > She giggles playfully at the sound, deciding to obey his warning. It's not long before she disappears.
| >AnoMeat steps out to the store front, noticing the masked man listening in.
"Seriously?"
| "Ah fuck it. it be better if this was public anyway."
>AnoMeat pulls his phone out, and calls Cain.
| "Hey. I need you here at the shop. Payment is already sent."
>He closes his phone and waits.
| >AnoMeat refills his Cigarillo box, gets some nice whiskey ready for the party, and aits for Cain to arrive.
| "I made it boss, you should get going to the party, Its started already."
>Cain walks through the doors, waveing to the boss.
| >AnoMeat nods, and leaves.
"Keep an eye on the metal bastard."
| >Neon sniffed in amusement. He supposed he was the 'metal bastard'. Unfortunately his amusement only translated into static.
"I have what I want. I'm just testing it out."
> The metallic voice spoke before readying his gun at the practice target and firing test rounds.
| (I assumed that Neon stayed in the store front,and got close to the door to the workshop.
| ( Nope he went down to the practice range, he just didn't whip the gun out to test his weapon. I thought that's what I put...)
| (a retcon?)
| (I was really tired, and misunderstood some writing)
| (I stayed up till 7 just finishing this back and forth, I hope you liked it.)
| >Cain Sits at the desk, now playing a game.
"Didn't boss say some people here going to come?
>She pulls out a synthpaper notepad left by boss and reads it out
"Romeo 2, Shoo, and... &? Who the hell calls themself &?"
| >Cain pulls some paracord and a few metal balls out of her messenger bag, and begins to play around and try to make something with them
| "Jesus that asshole. Keeps complaining about me being underarmed. I'm A decker for fucks sake!"
>Cain vents her frustration, nearly throwing one of the balls. she grumbles
"I'mma deck him in the face..."
| > A man with unkempt black hair enters the shop. He's wearing a grey sweatshirt, jeans, and... no shoes.
"Hello. I'm here on behalf of Ampersand, to pick up a gun?"
| "Uhhh... which gun was it again?"
| >Cain is a bit confused, she expected one of them typical gruff detectives, not... this.
| "The detective special, I believe. You look troubled, is something wrong?"
> The man's eyes are dark, and they pierce you easily.
| >Cain feels a bit uncomfortable... is he trying to imagine her in some other way?
"Uh... Right!"
>She pulls a gun out from under a desk. It is a Colt detective special. The barrel looks bigger due to a caliber change to .44 magnum. Cain reads the note that is attached to the gun.
"This replica gun of the detective special has been remade for the .44 Cartridge. Offer customer free Half box of EMP."
| "That's the one. How much? I'm not terribly bothered today, so I'll pay whatever you think it's worth."
> Cold and calculating. He doesn't seem interested in anything, moving his focus lazily from object to object.
| "That will be 7000 Zenny for the .44 magnum. would you like some ammo for it?"
>Cain prepares a box of ammo under the table. She slips a tracking chip in the box. she feels a bit better now that he has stopped staring at her.
| "I'd love that. And don't bother putting a tracker in it - I've had that pulled before."
> The man is now fiddling with a pencil sharpener that he found... somewhere.
| >Cain pulls the tracker out. she murmurs
"Smartass..."
>She places a new ammo box on to the table.
"That will be 100 zanny. what is your method of payment?"
| "Cash."
> The man slides the money across the counter.
"That should be more than sufficient. Keep whatever change there is."
| >Cain counts the money. Of course, there is no change.
"Keep in mind that there is a no return policy sir. And the boss wanted to pass on something to &."
| "Pass something on, hm? And what might that be?"
| >Cain holds out a Holo disk. On it is the video and audio of the conversation that happened in the workshop.
"Boss wants to know who this woman is, what her organisation is, and what they do. standard pay, plus hazard pay."
| >Cain receives a message on her phone, reads it, and looks back at Anpersand's messenger.
"Correction, He wants to find out who she was."
| "I'll pass it along."
> The man looks perturbed at the request, but only for a moment.
| "Have a safe day!"
>Cain replies with a forced, cheerful demeanor.
| >AnoMeat arrives back at the shop.
"Boss? Back so soon?"
>Cain was expecting to be here for another few hours, so seeing AnoMeat be back so soon is... worrisome.
"Keep watching the storefront. I have a job to do in the back."
>AnoMeat blankly says.
| >AnoMeat sits down at his bench, thinking what to take fo the job. While he does so, He begins changing the baffles on his handgun, and dropping the gun he picked up in the incinerator.
| >He decides to go Long range, and quitely. He goes downstairs to his warehouse, to go grab the SPR300AM. A integrally suppressed rifle, packed away in to a business suitcase. It fires .300 Blackout rounds. It has been remade by AM to be more lightweight, down to just 2kg, and has a cushioned firing mechanism, to make the rifle completely silent.
| >Cain pops her head in to the warehouse
"The rounds have finished printing!"
>AnoMeat silently nods. He returns to the workshop, picks up his lead for the bullets, and begins reloading the bullets.
| >Cut down .223 Casing. .223 Primer. 180 grains of Smokeless Powder. Bullet. It's the order that AnoMeat has honed. He makes 40 bullets for the job.
| >He loads the bullets in to 8 magazines, and puts them in his briefcase.
| >AnoMeat goes to get a new jacket. He left his on Ada...
| >AnoMeat comes back, and keeps preparing for the job. He takes a duffle bag, and puts his 417AM inside. He then places his ammo inside, Along with the remaining 3kg of C4 from KN. He also places his plate carrier, with refreshed plates inside.
| >Duffle bag on his Back, briefcase in his hand, AnoMeat leaves the shop, doing a single wave to Cain as he does.
| > There's hardly a second that passes from this before the door up front is heard opening, along with footsteps of multiple men. Three, four.. Six men walk in, all being the Birmingham boys themselves, including Shelby.
| (Shite I've not read anything let me redo that)
| > Soon after he leaves sight, there's an entrance of multiple men into the store. They all break away and scatter around, window shopping everything in the store as Shelby approaches the desk, leaning against it on both arms.
| >Cain looks worried... is the shop about to get robbed?
"Hello S-sir, how may I help?"
| > Thomas takes a good hard look at him, his facial expression doesn't move an inch.
"Where is the man that runs this store?"
| "He's out on business. Maybe you would like some of our custom gun overw-works?"
>Cain is really losing her composure...
| > Thomas shakes his head with a quick reply.
"No, nonono.. Actually, how long do you think he'll be out?"
> The men continue to talk among themselves about the weapons and things.
| "You must be his friend right?"
>Cain begins to recognize the cap. It's the same one boss started wearing recently.
| > Thomas nods.
"Yeah.. You're catchin' along quite quickly, aren't ya'?"
> He looks around and sighs.
"I suppose I'll sit and wait here for 'em then. Unless you can bring him back with a call, or message.. I'll just sit and wait."
> He turns and leans proper against the counter, watching his men go about.
| "He left everything electrical behind. He is different now, I have no clue what is wrong!"
>Cain is obviously is mild distress, but she sticks to it. She pulls up a Holo screen. at first it shows their products, but it cuts to a security footage of AM's preparation.
"Do you know what he is preparing so much for?"
| > Thomas turns around and watches carefully, taking a long look before sighing.
"I'm afraid I do."
| > He looks back to his men before sighing.
"Do you have his phone number, is his phone with him?"
| "No sir, he left it behind. But, be free to go to the downstairs warehouse. He sent me the data of a phone, and this address was on it."
>She shows another holoscreen with a map on it, pinpointing a location.
| > He stares down at it for some time before nodding. Thomas looks back to his men.
"You boys can go."
> With that, they all turn and leave, one by one, until it's just Shelby and Cain. He then turns and goes downstairs to the warehouse, as Cain offered.
| (Sorry for not watching am making thread for location. It's going to be a scrapyard.)
| (-SoF)
| (Don't rush it! AM still has to visit the fishermen.)
| >Shelby reaches the bottom of the stairs, and finds the warehouse. It's an expansive room, holding ho knows what in the crates stacked on to metal shelving around the place. He sees a holoterminal with a search bar.
| (Oof, gotcha! It's still there when ready)
| > Thomas takes a good look around, approaching the terminal. He takes his guess and types in the simplest command of them all... help.
|
| (Oof apologies)
|
>"The gun you requested is not found."
| "Uhhh Shelby, you ok? are you not stuck under a fork lift or anything?"
>Cain is worried for Shelby, he has been don there for a while...
| > Thomas takes his time, staring at the terminal before pulling a piece of paper, scribbling words on it as he comes up the stairs. He passes by the counter and drops the paper before heading to the door.
"Give that to him, will you?"
> Without a second, Thomas Shelby leaves once more.
| "Ok?"
>Cain takes a look at the writing on the paper.
| (TS, you could have had a free gun...)
| > Scribbled in neat cursive is a letter direct to AM
"You did what they wanted you to, congrats."
| (I could've lol)
| "What?"
>Cain is so out of the loop. What the hell did boss get in to?
| >Cain, hearing the whole story from "Neon" decides to help her boss directly for once. She picks his med kit, a M4, and TS's note. She locks up the store. And hails a taxi. With a M4 on her back...
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| >You come across a storefront that is well secured on the outside, but doesn't seem to have much inside. at the top, in clean text, says
"AnoMeat's Gallery."
>Inside the store are a few display cases showing some of the guns available, and a holographic catalogue.
At the back of the store, AnoMeat sits at a desk, fiddling with his sidearm. Waiting for customers.