[Scawire]

Mantis was mentally kicking himself for getting out of the car. His leg was killing him and now he had to find out how to speak French to get his mist of death for his lungs. Mantis slots in his creds and decides to grab two sets of the cheap clothing. I know my agent is mainly for hacking into things when I don't have a decker on staff but lets see if Slicer MD's search ability can bring me up a site that will tell me the name of these smokes.  Mantis punches in to his comm a command to find a English to French site. With the command sent Slicer MD starts it's search.

[Scawire]

Mantis waits until his agent comes back and tells him he has a site. Mantis walks up to the clerk and puts two fingers to his mouth in a V and then points at the Smokes. When the clerk grabs a pack of smokes Mantis nods and puts up 4 fingers for four packs. With his four packs he looks at the showers one last time as much as he would love to get in a hot shower there is no way he is risking staying in this area for too long, it was bad enouph he bleed on the floor and no idea how well his spell is holding up so he exits the store and makes his way back to the car. I should have let Dunk go in, I'm bleeding every where and mages love getting your blood. Hopefully this clerk or the next shift will clean up the mess.

(OOC hoping it was ok to play that through a bit.)

[Csjarrat]

Slicer's reply came through from the trial version of the translate site you used earlier: <<Translate request::>>//Je voudrais le tabac// Good evening, you have used 2 of your 3 free translations. Like this service? sync the Translate! app with your e-payment account for unlimited uses, only 30NY/monthly. See our Node for our full range of translation software and Linguasofts. Translate! Travel like a native
He gives you a nod as you repeat the phrase, no doubt murdering the pronunciation. He grabs at the rack, grabbing a handful of the nearest and no doubt shittest ones on offer, pointing at the total on the AR readout of the till.
You swipe your link over the reader, sweating slightly as the status light blinked orange for "attention".
The attendant looks at you intently D'où êtes-vous?

[Scawire]

Mantis shakes his head and decides even in his weakened state to try something. Mantis starts to blend together the mana in the area then thinks to himself. He is a tourist let it slide today. With those thoughts he directs the Mana through his mind and into the mind of the clerk with his influence spell. No... Speak... French As Mantis says these words he lets the mana creep into the mind of the clerk.

[Csjarrat]

The cashier seems unaffected by your push of mana, instead looking baffled at you as you try to break the sentence down.
Anglais?? Inglese?

[Scawire]

Mantis shakes his head again. Great this might be a problem. Best try and try again. see if that works Mantis grabs the mana again and trys to drop the spell into the clerks mind a second time to see if it will take effect this time. Me, Speak, English, No French. With that he lodges the spell in the brain of the Clerk. SPELL>>> Too much trouble let him go with smokes no more questions. <<<SPELL

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
Yet again the cashier is unfazed by your attempt to manipulate his thoughts as he continues his line of questioning.
I no speek English
He starts to pay more attention to you, looking you up and down and taking in your features. His eyebrows rise a little as his line of sight heads to the floor.
Without following his gaze you can only assume that he'd seen the blood drips and is coming to his own conclusions about your activities that evening.
He eyes you suspiciously, his hand moving for something just out of reach..

___Lumen___
You hear the telltale rattle of Dunk trying to get every last drop out of the nozzle before clunking it back into the pump slot.
The door opens and blows a draft of cold night air across your already cold and damp skin.
Dunk sits heavily into the driver's seat, the suspension taking a brief dip with the addition of his weight.
The fuck is Mantis doing in there? He making pals wi' him or summat?

[Scawire]

Mantis can\'t believe his luck today. All he wanted was a smoke to take the edge off and this iron willed clerk is standing in his way. Mantis wished just a little that he could just pull a gun and demand the smokes and all the coin in this shop. Mantis pushes the smokes back at the clerk. Keep them With that Mantis limps out of the store back to the car. When he gets back to the car he tosses the set of clothes back at Knives. No smokes Dam SIN didn't get me past fort knox's security check in there. Mantis is feeling the stress from trying to push the clerk two times. You know what is nice after you have stress like this.... a Smoke a fucking Smoke. With that Mantis takes his seat and waits to see how long until the team is at their new place, maybe another opportunitywill come up where he can get some smokes.

[Lumen]

Knives stirs at Dunk's comment, "The fuck mate?  I told him not to talk to anyone.  We need to get outta here, now. "
He rolls over again in the back seat trying to warm himself through the soaked jumpsuit.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
Heading across the forecourt, pissed off, in dire need of a smoke and in considerable pain from your leg wound, your mind races to revenge, to some instinctive need to lash out and see the place burn.
Surrounded by the stink of petroleum and LPG, your hand subconsciously slips towards your zippo lighter, fingers delicately tracing its outline.
Pyromania resistance test please (include wound mods and craving mods)
Reaching the car, you plonk down heavily in the drivers seat and sling the dry clothes moodily at Knives on the back seat.

__Lumen__
Mantis jumps into the front seat alongside Dunk, the packs of dry clothing hitting you in his arm as you lay across the back seats.
You see a spark in Mantis' eyes that you didn't see before. A kind of far-off malevolence that he's trying to quell.

__Both___
Dunk looks at Mantis, more than a little concerned..
What you mean "security"? please tell me you didn't piss him off?
He reaches for the starter button, cursing as the old junker splutters and stalls twice.

[Scawire]

Mantis looks over at Dunk. They ran my Fake SIN dam thing didn't go through. I think if we can get ourselves a decker that would help us out a lot. Maybe our employer will pony up the cash for one.

Mantis pulls out his lighter and flicks the flame to life. Something is going to burn..... Mantis runs down a plan of lighting this shop on fire, fallowed by an elemental, burning away his blood trail, then maybe a small hack on the store with his agent to hide the fact the three where ever there. As this plan runs in Mantis's head he does his best to reason his thoughts. Thinking of the heat it would bring to the team.... then the picture of flames going sky words.... then back to how they should keep a low profile. Part of Mantis hopes his mind will fight back the urge to burn the store... burn the clerk... see the sky highlighted by dancing flames, at least fight it off long enouph for Dunk to get far enough away to save the team the extra heat. Mantis looks at the flame of his lighter knowing he would burn something and soon. Thing was it didn't have to be the store. Part of Mantis knew the store was bad idea, but man would it feel got to roast the clerk and his cheap ass store. .... Fire, oh ya I will see your sweet dance... See the life of you eating and sending me your fragrant smell of the death of that which you eat.... Oh fire I will see your dance and soon.

[Lumen]

Knives groans as he sits up and unzips the industrial jumpsuit.  "Right lads let's get the fuck on. We need to keep moving, we can pick up smokes later.  Speaking of they should have called back by now."   Finally peeling the soaked clothes away from his chilled body he slips on the fresh clothes and digs out his com.  He stares at it hoping to receive a call that would put an end to his French nightmare.

[Csjarrat]

__Scawire__
Dunk raises an eyebrow at you as you play with the flame and thumps the dashboard hard.

__Both__
Dunk gives the dash a good hard smack and hits the starter button.
After a noisy protest the Junker coughs and splutters to life, pulling off the forecourt with the squeal of rubber on concrete.

__Lumen__
Nothing has come through since you last checked, flicking the message inbox down to refresh it a couple of times doesn't help either. No news.
The dry clothes are an absolute godsend, you didn't give a shit that you now looked like a skinted long-distance trucker because it was the first time in hours you actually felt warm and dry.
Your shoulder flared up again after squeezing your arms into the badly fitting top and it wasn't long before you popped another anti-inflammatory from the busted Medkit's repository to help with the swelling.
Curling up on the back seat again, you realised how knackered you were. It was nigh-on impossible to keep your eyes open, even with Dunk's shit singing.


__Both___
The sparse buildings grow even further apart, the orange streetlights gradually fading into the darkness of miles of unbroken fields as Dunk heads beyond the suburbs and out into the open countryside.
Small villages pass by in a blur. The weak heater finally got some traction on the cold and you began to feel dozy thanks to the combination of the meds, the exertions of the day and the rhythmic humming of tyres on tarmac.
Dunk hums along to some shit pop-rock on the local audio broadcast, flicking channels as the songs fade to tacky foreign adverts.
You awake with a jolt some time later at the sound of Knive's commlink going off:

<<Message from: UNKNOWN>>//ETAPLES HARBOUR. 03.28. La mer généreuse. Do not be late!//

[Scawire]

Mantis is still fuming over not having his smokes. I should have sent Dunk in maybe he would have had better luck. With the sound of the comm link message. Mantis pulls out his own comm link and then gets Slicer to located ETAPLES HARBOUR. Well lets hope these locals will sell an ork some cigs. Mantis does his best to show Dunk the map Slicer pulls up of the location. Glad I shelled out the nuyen for some decent maps. Mantis's eyes are still seeing the fire from his lighter, even with the lighter in his pocket his mind sees mental flames eatting away at his surroundings. Maybe I can burn something. With out the fire of a cig before his eyes Mantis starts to day dream of how he can get his fix of burning landscape. A few ideas cross his mind and as soon as he is healed up he might just put one in effect.

[Lumen]

Knives jumps at the sound of his com, almost falling down into the floorboard.  He lazily opens the message and reads it out to the team. "The fuck do they mean don't be late?  Is Smith tracking us?  Could be their tracking that keeps tipping off the enemy.  This gig just keeps stinking worse and worse...  What do you think Dunk, can we make it?"