Jimmy wanted to meet at Club Penumbra and I was supposed to be working. Guess it will be an extra long lunch.
Typical of Jimmy, privacy booth with a white noise generator. I hate those machines. As if I don’t have enough white noise buzzing through my head without them.
“Hey Jimmy, long time no see, too bad you didn’t bring the hotty. Mazula likes her.”
“Hello Mazula, I’m Jimmy the Card.”, he said (and I thought I stated the obvious…).
So he goes on to ask me some inane questions about my gear and skills as if he hadn’t seen them or heard about them from his contacts.
“How’s the love life, Mazula?”,
“Rent by the hour. Mazula’s got trust issues.”
“So Mazula, what flavor of ice cream is your favorite?”
“Well Mazula likes the ones with the cookie dough but ice cream fucks up his implants so he prefers the liquidy ones.”
“Got any family?”
“Dead hooker mom and an alcoholic dad who might still be kicking around somewhere.”
Jimmy stands and says, “Good. Good. Syberspace, day after tomorrow, seven-thirty. Show this card to the troll at the door. Commlink quiet before you go in, until after the meet.”
I drive down to Syberspace, flash my badge to the troll and walk on by. Who in the hell am I looking for again? What did Jimmy say? Jimmy the Card. Damn, forgot about the card.
<<<< 13/05/72 18:23:44 >>>>
Typical fragging pig. Flash badge. Turn brain off.
<<<< posted by Killer-Bunny >>>>
I get directed to a table with some folks who seem to mostly want to stare at their shoes. I need a beer. At least the dwarf seems to know his beer. I swear I could see a touch of dried blood just below the elf’s nose. Maybe its my imagination. Big troll, hope he’s house broken. And what’s with the old oriental guy?
Johnson shows, “Hello folks, glad everyone could make it. This will be a pretty simple contract. Pick up the cargo out in the hills outside of Seattle and bring it back to a warehouse around here. I’ll give you the GPS coordinates and 25% of your fee up front. A smuggler team will meet you out there on Saturday at 1pm.”
“So what are we picking up?”, ask Sam the elf.
“The package is about 6 × 3 × 2 and is a long refrigerated unit. The contents will be locked and magically sealed. Don’t tamper with it.”
A couple of days later, we meet Frenchie, the dwarf who’s got both a van and an offroad vehicle to carry us up into the hills. The elf even proved useful in getting our gear passed the border security. Now I know why he had blood under his nose at the first meeting. He seems to cast magic better after he’s been bleeding. Next time I’ll offer to punch him in the nose before he tries any magic.
We get to the site and it looks like Cinquieme, the smuggler group we are supposed to meet, has crashed their VTOL. The elf and the dwarf go investigate and someone opens fire. The rest of us advance and start to lay down some cover fire. The elf yells out the passcode just in case its the Cinquieme who opened fire.
<<<< 12/05/72 – 04:23:07 >>>>
Those damn Banshees are flying deathtraps. One failed thruster and BOOM!
<<<< posted by Groundpounder >>>>
One of the Cinquieme, Heeley, seems to have been knocked out in the crash.
Pounder and Breetva think its a good idea to negotiate using the remaining cargo (food, booze and ammo) to trade for the Johnson’s case and some other items that they need. That might work but trying to trade when out manned by 5 times your numbers might not work so well.
<<<< 11/05/72 13:56:11 >>>>
And starting a gunfight when outnumbered 5:1 is….?
<<<< posted by Gramps >>>>
We start walking toward the Tooth village where the Tooth Warriors had tried to rob the Cinquieme and on the way come to a farm house where the leader of these warriors seems to be threatening some farmers.
Hirito zooms in to get a good view of the situation using his rifle’s scope and asks for permission to fire. If we can take the leader down real quick, maybe the spirit won’t be controlled by the Tooth Warriors any longer.
Hirito shoots and it was a fairly good shot but the troll leader is tough, something else seems to interpose itself between the leader and my shot. Next thing I know we are in the Tooth Warriors camp being held hostage.
Trog and Breetva strike a bargain with the Tooth Warriors to give them the rest of our stuff for our freedom and the package we need but when the gang gets back with the goods, the leader says that the old spirit has declared we will all stay prisoner here.
Sam asks “Old Spirit, is it true that this is your wish?”
“The elf should stay with me as my companion, I don’t care what you do with the rest of them.”, he replies.
At this point the leader loses his temper, the old spirit freezes most of the Tooth Warriors and a good old gun fight breaks out. Now I’m back in my element. In a more even fight it isn’t hard to take down this band of newbs.
After the fight, we strike a deal with the Cinquieme for them to pay us and take the salvage that the leader had hidden. The old spirit decides that he wants to visit the world with the Cinquieme acting as guides.
So we head back to Seattle to drop of the package and pick up the rest of our pay. Johnson tries to raise a stink about the package being damaged but maybe he doesn’t want the security guys to examine it more closely and agrees to pay us our nuyen.