The night rolls on, the moon shifting across the horizon, smog casting a hazy fog across the city. Flickering streetlights and dark shadows cast an uninviting scene across the island. You hear the distant rumble of thunder, seems to be less frequent than before. Rain falls, lighter, a steady patter against the pavement, a slight annoyance for those outside. Thinking back, you recall the nights events, the (un)fortunate circumstances that have lead you here.
@Angel Would have been off this damn island had that boost gone smooth, wonder where those chummers are now.
@Duckdown Drek, what has Zipzine gotten me in to? Damn kids, hope they're alright.
@Cheshire What the fuck am I in for here? Drek's bad, hope these guys are good.
@Trance What did Mom say about coincidence?
@Slim Can I trust these chummers? Andy still ain't told us the whole story.
@Kitty Dreadlock-san offering a job? Could be fun...
@Duckdown
"You go out there mask on, guns blazing you're as good as dead, Chummer" Axle scratches his head "Awh fuck it, follow me.. see what I can do for ya." He opens the back door, motioning you inside... as he leads you toward Andy's office, you hear him mutter under his breath"Drek, hope Andy's in a good mood"
@Kitty
"Sure we can get that head looked at. Follow me, I introduce ya to the others" Andy stands, opening the door, leading your toward his office. Rubbing your head, you get up, chasing after him as he heads down the hallway. You see Axle enter from the rear, this time with an Ork on his tail. Drek, that ork's the drummer from earlier. Axle looks slightly nervous, as if he's considering speaking or keeping his mouth shut. "Boss Andy stops briefly "I know ya busy, but I think he be useful. He the drummer from one of the bands earlier, says he been down near the bridge. Has some info, wants to go back by himself, asking for a gas mask."
@Duckdown
Watching Axle talk, you quickly realise this must be Andy. At first he looks annoyed, seems these trolls don't interrupt him like this often. After after speaking about the bridge, then the fact you have info, Andy relaxes slightly. He laughs as Axle mentions the gas mask and going at it alone. "You have guts mon, I like that. These Mongrel fools be savage, want ta take control of all the territory on the island." He motions toward his office [colour=red]"You last 5 minutes in a gun fight with those crazy fools". He opens the door, this must be his office. "Come, maybe you have spot.
@Cheshire @Slim @Angel @Trance
Talking amongst yourselfs, introductions and forte's aside, you wonder what kind of drek Andy's getting you in to. He's been a little vague. The room's a little cramped the majority of you standing or leaning against a wall. You hear footsteps, heading toward the room. The door opens, Andy enters, followed by two more chummers. He leads them in, a young girl and an older ork. Drek, that's the drummer from earlier on. "Sorry bout that, few things ta attend to, perhaps a couple more ta help" Andy motions toward Kitty and Duckdown. He walks behind his desk, pouring a glass of whiskey, downing it quickly"Too crowded in here, the fellas close up early, we head out to the bar"
@Everyone
Entering the bar, you notice Axle and Crash, efficiently asking everyone to leave, the crowd thinning fast. There are a couple of players on the arcades, Crash pulls the juice, ending their game. They walk off, sulking but not willing to cause a scene. The bartender's wiping down the bar, slapping a passed out ork, snoring at one corner trying to wake him. Crash walks over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Shortly after he jolts awake, quickly shuffling out of Doolan's. As the last of the patrons leave, Axle closes the door, locking with a key, then sliding a steel bar across the frame. Definitely take a strong chummer to break through that.
Andy motions toward a large table, walking over, taking a seat. "Barkeep mon, give us the Lagavulin, seven glasses, no ice." he nods, a short while later the barman heads over, tray in hand. Andy smiles toward you all "No need for the ice, mon, this much better neat"" He pours a glass for each of you, sliding them toward you. "As I sayin before, I have a job need doin. I be lookin for discreet, more for intel, understand? These damn Mongrel's bad for business, causing drek all over. I be lookin for info, things ta help me get them off this damn island." he pours a final glass for himself "Before I talk more, we best discuss if we can all work together. Them damn Mongrel's be fully armed, too hard to do alone. I have a few sources, say the island be shut down a while. Ya not my first choice on a team, but desperate times ya know?" Andy shrugs "I'm know at least a few of ya be keen, what about tha rest of ya? Even let ya stay here while this damn island shut down. Interested? I think most our bases be covered" he smiles taking a sip from his glass.
