[luckace]

Great, a tailor. Scipio hated tailors. They made suits, ties and basically anything that was expensive but totally useless outside of a fancy dining-hall. Pashupathi-stuff.

Scipio quietly and carefully approached the door and placed himself next to it, pressing a pointy ear against the door, listening for sounds inside the building.

If the door is made of anything transparent - most probably glass - then he carefully tries to make out any shapes inside but I guess that's obvious.

 Perception: 6d6t5 0
Well, that kinda sucks...

[Jack_Spade]

Riker had followed the group without texting again. He was satisfied, that Scipio had reconsidered.
Not for the first time did he curse the whole situation. He felt alone and isolated and it was increasingly harder not to blame Bikki. He's a victim just like us. The doc will help him.
It was almost a mantra at this point.

Still, he kept watch, looking out for the killer that was stalking them.

[gilga]

Lucky knocked on the door and then tried to opened it.  "Dr. Manzoo? we are here as agreed" He said with a loud voice.

[Volker]

When Scip approaches the door, he can distincitvely see... nothing. Well, no, there is someone right behind the glass door. Startled, Scipio brings out his gun. Not a moment too late, as the person behind the door too... oh, you're looking into your own mirror image.

Only you settle, and Lucky shouts into the building, you can relax. You hear a clear voice from the cellar. "Come in, come in, my friends, come in!" The words are inviting, still, the voice lets a chill run down your spine.

HarleQueen stops at the door. "Me can wait'n stop surprises, tik chha?"

The interior of the building is not very spectacular. Whenever this might have been a tailor, no sign of it is left. You can see plastic boxes of unknown content stapled all over the room, most of them closed, the others empty. An empty desk stands in a corner. Apart from this, the only intersting thing is a flight of stairs, leading down into the basement.

[luckace]

Scipio nodded. He didn't want HarleQueen to stand guard alone, but since Riker wouldn't be able to accompany them downstairs, he would have to stay with her anyways, at least as long as Bikki was attentive.
So he placed his hand on Bikki's shoulder and guided him towards the dark voice, trying to make the little boy feel comfortable. "Don't be nervous, bhai. We make sure you'll be all right."
The truth was that he was pretty damn nervous himself.

Pops is still with us?

[gilga]

Take care and be safe. Said Lucky to Harleequeen with a warm look. He fearlessly went down to meet the doctor. He was curious more than scared, almost anyone in the street could kill him if he start being scared now he'll never get over it.

[Volker]

As Lucky, followed by Pops and Scipio, carefully walks downstairs, he can first smell than see that they enter a shadow doctor's lair. It reeks from antiseptica, sterilizing fluids and the half-concealed stench of blood. In the neon-bright light of huge halogen lamps, there are three small figures, all of them humans with Nepali origin. One is a gaunt figure in his mid-thrities with huge glasses and a white surgical gown. The others are female, nurses from their looks: one is a woman of about 50, the other one is a cute girl of roughly your age. It is her, who hides her fear the most...
You instincitvely feel that something went amiss here. Despite that, Dr. Mangooze raises his voice: "Ah, bhaai-haroo, what is it that troubles you?"[/i]


As soon as they three entered the doctor, HarleQueen relaxes a bit. "daai", she whispers into Riker's general direction, "you seen dad bike over there? Seemsabit, y'know, ownerless, dinnit?"

[gilga]

Lucky say "That little boy has something stuck in his new slot... we think it is effecting his judgement. We want you to take it out. "

He shows him the slot on Bikki's head and the foreign object that's stuck in there.

[luckace]

The presence of the frightened young girl startled him, but he ignored his curiosity. Stranger things have happened...
"And we would like to know... side-effects of the slot. How it might change his demeanor, his attitude, memories and everything. Can you help us?"

[Jack_Spade]

As soon as they three entered the doctor, HarleQueen relaxes a bit. "daai", she whispers into Riker's general direction, "you seen dad bike over there? Seemsabit, y'know, ownerless, dinnit?"

Riker perked up immediately, trying to see what kind of bike it was. His gloominess was instantly blown away - just to be blown away by suspicion. Those who lived here would never leave an expensive ride outside. And as far as he could see, there was no other business here that could reasonably be visited by a biker.
"You've got a good eye for details Harly." Without hesitation he walked over to the bike while he texted Scipio and Lucky:
<<It's probably nothing, but there's someone here who left a fancy bike on the street. Be careful, someone might use the doctor visit for an ambush.>>

[gilga]

Lucky approaches the young nurse and slips her a small note, whispering "This is my link number,  call me." With a promising smile on his face. He figures up, if she is afraid he might get her to talk as to why.

Seduction: 12d6t5 5

[Volker]

Lucky and Scipio

Dr. Manzoo nods. "Yes, yes, sure. Just bring the boy here." Immediately the older one of the nurse comes towards you and leads the boy to the treatment bed that is positioned in the middle of the room.
The doctor asks. "How did you get involved in this? And how did you make yourself such enemies?"

Riker

Riker's suspicion was just. Nobody leaves an expensive bike somewhere outside ready to take. But someone did leave a bike outside. It's a cheap Nissan bike. A quick estimation has you guess that it must've been produced somewhere around the year 2060. Still, there is no immediate reason to assume that it won't move.
Just as you turn around to move over to the bike, your eye catches a movement where none should be. You can see the silhouette of a man jumping up from behind one of the crates inside the former tailor's shop, rushing downstairs, with swift, precise and nimble movements...

[Jack_Spade]

"FUCK!"
Riker turned around, running back over the street.
"Harly, he is inside!"
<<Incoming>>

[gilga]

"Family and friendship how else?... Liking people get you in trouble ya know what I mean. We don't really have enemies, we just look for our friends trying to make it in one piece."

[luckace]

When Scipio's comlink buzzed two times in a row, he knew something was out of place. For one moment he just stared at Riker's message, then it made click inside his mind, and he cursed audibly and heavily. The predator!
"An enemy followed us, he's dangerous. Get away from the door! Is there another way inside?"
And with quick, but a little unsteady hands he drew both his holdout and his Ares and positioned himself right next to the door, ready to shoot anyone and anything that was hostile. He assumed that Riker and HarleQueen were out of intermediate danger, since Riker had found the time to write him a text, but he still wanted to move towards them to check on them.
He threw one last look towards the scared nurse. What's wrong with her? Does she know anything? Whatever, she's the last of my concerns. Tense as a bowstring, he listened for any sounds coming from upstairs.