Endem wrote:The delivery boy exited first and promptly disappeared into the crowd, Tristan didn't need him anyway, trailing wasn't necessary, the destination was just ahead, Tristan exited the elevator and walked near the rail of the balcony, there was some 400-meter drop until the ground floor, he positioned himself precisely across the storefront of the Laundromat, still near the rail, the only thing to distinguish him from the crowd was his sensory extension looking above it, he wanted to see who was in that room before entering, call it paranoia, Tristan thought it was caution.
Within, was obviously the delivery boy, handing off a stack of what seemed like pizzas to a younger woman behind the help desk, without the bag concealing them, it was clear that the 'pizzas' had electronic signatures that were actively on at that moment. The young woman quickly ducked into the back as the delivery boy stood at the desk. A few moments later, the woman gave a departing few words to the boy, who quickly departed.
Outside of those two, there were maybe a dozen others in the laundromat, the two most notable was a rather burly man sitting on a chair next to a dryer, reading a news tablet, seemingly waiting for his laundry to finish. The other was a decrepit old woman with an ancient right arm prosthetic loading laundry into a dryer. She stood no more than five feet tall, and had a fashion sense that could easily be stereotyped as 'eastern european grandmother'.
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As the 9mm rounds from Athena simply bounced off the gunman's armor, the driver of the vehicle swiftly passed the shredded taxi and brake checked it. With the driver dead, there was no real response outside of simply stopping.
The gunner from the roof immediately climbed out and walked down the rear of his vehicle and on to the asphalt as cars whipped past at highway speeds. The driver, and two other passengers also piled out, all of them armed with assault rifles, and aimed pointedly at Athena. All of them wore the obvious gang colors, but only the driver didn't have red boot laces, nor did she have many gang related tattoos outside of a Valknot on the side of her partially shaven head. The trio of unarmoured passengers stood stock still in positions where they could mag dump Athena at the drop of a hat. But the heavily armored one, obviously betting that Athena wasn't suicidal, just opened the rear passenger door that wasn't shunted into the guardrail.
He just looked in the glowing red lenses illuminating the back seat to a degree. For a moment, silence, before he spoke simply, and to the point, "Mask off. Now."
Segral wrote:"I'll cut to the chase. I need a bit of cash, but I'm no gonk. I know that I'm in no position to start demanding jobs from you. You run a tight ship here, and you can't risk any leaks. But I also don't want to be suspicious. I want to be boga. So, I come to you. You got anything small you could offer me?"
Talitsyn's eyes started narrowing further and further the more this guy went on about trying to not be suspect. It didn't sound a whole lot more outside of simple excuses as to why they'd never seen each other before. Talityn knew he'd seen this guy somewhere before, he didn't know where, but he knew he wasn't a squeaky clean merc like most of the people he gave jobs. Unfortunately for the guy, Talitsyn didn't have any proper jobs, at least not for him. But he did have grudges.
Talitsyn, knew deep down that if 'Lily' was wearing any sort of wire or was a cop, he'd more than likely be able to pay his way out. But as for Lily himself, there had to be some sort of test.
The fixer gave a low hum, "Yeah. A few nights ago some rat bastard decided to take a knife to one of my employees who makes house calls. She's not dead, but she's in intensive care. He lives at 1107 Chruchil Avenue, with his trophy wife, three story mansion, hilarious lack of security. It's in Oak Bay, Victoria. Fastest way there is through Discovery Tunnel under the strait. Johnathan Irons, you probably know him, has ties to Biotechnica, city council member, fucking scumbag. I don't want him dead, I just want him beat so bad he won't be able to shit without a machine for the rest of his life. As for his wife, kill her, or don't. That's up to you."