[Nimbasa]

[Thursday 14. July 23:47 | Outside the Cave | North Downtown, Jacksonville]

"I’ve got wheels, got room for one more if needed. Dash, I’m assuming you’ve your own transport?"

"Hell, now that I think about it I do know bout a place where we could have a little chat, nothing that would satisfy the secret service but people tend to mind their own business and it fairly close by. Place is called The Milk Bar, it’s at [address tbd]. Any objections to just going there?"

Isaac raised his hand at the offer, I'll take you up on that seat, I'm a bit short on transportation at the moment. All the information that was brought up in the conversation was spinning in his mind, trying to pick it apart and analyze it all. My first real job, huh? None of that small time shit.

[Poindexter]

[The Milk Bar, Jacksonville Florida, July 14, 11:52pm]

This place is just the way Francis said it would be; packed full of college kids, mostly elves and humans, drinking expensive drinks and trying to look like their expensive clothes are on accident. The music is bland and whiney, and you suspect it matches the personalities of most of the patrons. The four of you have found a table near the front. A small crowd of club-goers is gathered around 2 vintage pinball machines about 20 feet away, keeping most of the attention away from the group. Not only that, but the ringing bells and sounding of sirens from the ancient machines combined with the music and humm of conversation is more than enough to thwart any eavesdroppers. Should be a good place to talk.

[reyjinn]

Francis settles in his seat and just to be on the safe side he puts his buzzbox on the table. "OK, first thing we need to decide, do we trust One to hold down the fort on the morgue front? I don’t like having to ask that question but he has been acting even more bizarrely tonight than usual. On a related matter, please don’t pick up that drek ass nick One tried to stick me with. For now, among ourselves, you can call me Francis."

Francis inhales the aroma of his rum, then takes a sip before continuing, "Anyone have any people who might have been at that party? Or a guy that knows a guy. Personally most of my contacts are on the other end of the income bracket but I know some folks in the Star who might’ve heard something about this party, worth a shot at least."

[Poindexter]

@Francis

>> Incoming Message
  >> Contact: Dr M
    >> Message: Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for doing this for me one more time. I never would have asked you to get involved with something like this, but now that you are, I feel better already. I'm not really sure how to put this, but there's one or two more things I didn't wanna get into in front of One.
First, he shortchanged you on the money. It was supposed to be five a head, not four. The other deal was for 3.5 and the medical care, not three. I guess he thinks he's going to skim off the top or something, and with some strangers off the street, I might not have cared, but with you... I just wouldn't feel right about it. I'll make good on the intended offer for you and Slackjaw, as well as any of the other team you decide to tell.
Second, there's one more member of the team. A man named Gideon I hired about a week ago to try and find Ellis. It wasn't as urgent as it is now, so he's been taking his time. I've given him your commcode and told him to meet up with you four tonight, so don't be alarmed when he contacts you.
Again, Thank you so much for doing this.

[Laereth]

Gideon reads over the docs message again as he enjoys his beer.


Nice of the good doctor to get some backup, but I guess that means it's time to step it up a notch. Still an hour and a half before the meet, and I don't think it's a good idea to go alone. Time to meet the neighbors...



Shithead, I have no idea where you parked, so be it front in 5. Seraphim, get some altitude, we're leaving soon and I'd like eyes on.



Good evening Professor...
A mutual employer put me in touch with you. I've got a meeting at 1:30 at Iggy Wanna's where Or'Zet would be an asset. Interested?


Flicking off payment, he stands up and straightens his coat so the slot runs center for riding and makes his way out side waiting for the familiar rumble signaling the arrival of his ride. He checks the load on the case on the side of the motorcycle for new tamper marks.


Nah, you drive, I've been drinking... Anywhere, as long as we're moving...


Gideon answered the pilot programs requests subvocally while thinking to himself.


How bad could it be... I'm sure everyone will be great...

Fuck.

[Poindexter]

@Francis

About 2 minutes after the last message, you get another, this one from a "Gideon"

Good evening Professor...
A mutual employer put me in touch with you. I've got a meeting at 1:30 at Iggy Wanna's where Or'Zet would be an asset. Interested?

Iggy Wanna's is one of a million crappy corporate sports bars near the beach. Not a place you'd think Or'Zet would be a necessity.