[ismilealot]

@ Marco  Ginny looks at you and says, "I'm to sign the contract today. David is leaving tonight. He's going to advance me the money for the plane ticket, the Visa, the work permit, the language sof's, the new clothes since I'll need more than what you bought me and the sexy stuff won't do for work. I have nothing Marco. And if we put all of this in the contract as an advance it needs to go through more people for approval and then someone questions why I got the job. If I show up looking like I've been doing this for years no one asks questions. I may be naïve. But, I know half the battle is in PR and appearances. And I know I can do this. I've always had more ideas. Ideas I never shared with anyone. But, I never had the money or the lab or the personnel. This is everything I've ever dreamed of. And if I have to sleep with that slug for a year to get it than I will." Her face becomes hard with determination. "I'm done being a victim of circumstances and boyfriends and closed doors. I've always known how to use my mind. You taught me how to use my body. The streets taught me to do whatever I needed to do to survive. And now I'm going to use this slug to give me what I want. And I want that lab and that job and the percentage for a commercially successful formula. In three months with that lab I'll have the kinks worked out of a formula I've written. In a year I'll be rich and in ten I'll have a company of my own. And you can have that with me Marco. I can show you the world. We can take everything life has to offer! We can experience pleasures we've never even dreamed of! You've shown me what my body can do. The pleasures it's capable of, and I want more. More of you, more of everything! And I can give you more of everything." The intensity of her desire is plain, and she's offering you the world right now.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena leans back against the wall, closing her eyes and letting the blood trickle down her chest.  She has to go.  She will go.  But how can she ask others to go help her?  They may do it out of friendship, maybe loyalty, but they will be going far away and killing people will definitely be involved.  Does she even have the right to ask?  The answer comes to her: she does not have the right to not ask.  She just has to make it happen and she has two days to do it.  She shakes her head and moves to the shower to get ready for the night.

Yelena remembers all of this as she sits in the cab that returns her to the nearest intersection to the Barrens.  She shivers a bit in excitement despite herself.  Tsina Molovna is finally in reach.  It has been almost twenty-eight years to the day that the Vory traitor killed her and tossed her still warm body into the near-frozen Moskva River.  For most of those years, Yelena has all but pushed thoughts of justice for her murdered family to the rear of her mind.  To the rear but never quite forgotten. 

Her reverie is disturbed when the cab stops and the door auto opens.  The android driver turns its head and wishes her a nice day as she gets out.  On the street, Yelena looks about, feasting her eyes on the humanity and metahumanity crowding the sidewalks on a cold Saturday morning.  She stretches her senses and feels the second world forming around her.  So many going about their lives with no idea of the shadow world all around them.  Even standing here, Yelena feels the grey tendrils as they reach out for her, calming her, soothing her, protecting her.  Certainly, the desolate areas of the sprawl have the greater share of those living in the real shadows, but even here there are others out this morning that have lives in both worlds.  A huge Troll saunters by on the far side of the street, two human women strolling past arm in arm, and others that acknowledge Yelena's existence and her link to the shadows with a knowing nod of the head. 

Smiling to herself, Yelena slips from the wide, bright streets to the narrow and darker ones of the Barrens.  Here there are many more people with their existence in both worlds and Yelena moves comfortably among them as she heads back to her home. 

[ismilealot]

@ Arc  Arc is busy studying the equipment in front of her when a message comes through her comm. it's Uncle Hrock, one of the few people she has set to come through her comm at any time. But, dayum, that was before all this drek got started. The message came through crystal clear, obeying her preset instructions. >>Hoi Cricket, I just got out of an auction an I picked up a few things you're gonna want. Got 'em at a good price. And you're not gonna believe this but I picked up a bike engine for a troll. An I mean a racing engine! Damn thing hasn't been modded to add the parts either. It was made that way from the get-go. It's suffered more than a little bit of damage and'll have to have the heads rebuilt an a whole new set'a pistons. But, you get it running and I know more than a few buyers. Promised to give a certain one first crack at this sorta thing. But, she'll still hafta meet the price an I know Lupo'll pay real good for it if'n you can get a whole bike put together.<<

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc paused for a minute at the lab setup, surveying the various hi-tech tools, containers, and other pieces of equipment arrayed about the vat.  Seeing the sparks and flames from around, the mechanic's mind raced as she stood there, bag of drug samples at her hip, the other bigger bag of drugs next to her.  Her mind clicked as she started to grin, grabbing the bigger bag in both hands as she started to push what pieces she could towards the same proximity of each other.

The smell of vanilla and hibiscus flooded her senses, almost overwhelmingly pungent as it filled her nostrils, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she snapped herself back into focus.  Drek, am I getting high off this stuff?  Better not..  With all the stuff as close as she could, she took the bag and started swinging it down on the tables and machinery, breaking the bottles and letting the chems pour and soak over them.

Drek's flammable, that's for hella sure.  They ain't getting this back.  Reaching into her bag, Arc pulled out of her hip bag one of her special toys..a four kilo pipe of prime grade boom boom, to which she tossed expertly right in the middle.  As she ran to Firefly, she gave a nod to the crew that had formed, seeing their arms loaded with stuff to take inventory of.  Nodding, she took the rear guard as they ran out of the warehouse, turning to the decker and opening her mouth for two words once they were several meters away.

"Do it--"  As she hit the ARO activating the blasting cap of her own bomb...

Demolitions: 10d6t5 4
Damage: 18P, -1/m

The air stood silent for a bit, as if the world itself hung expectantly of the impending action, hanging for a small eternity before the explosion hit, a loud blast of smoke, flame, and sound emanating from the warehouse center, to be joined by Firefly's antics with the transformer circuits.  Grinning, she pumped her fist as they retreated quickly, heading to the direction of Arc's car a few blocks away.

Whilst en route, Arc's comm chirped in Hrock's message, the human girl raising her brow.   Slowing a bit, she read the message quickly before barking out a light laugh, slapping her head as she rejoined the others, mentally belting out a message.

<<Hoi Uncle, you got hella timing you know that?  A TROLL performance engine?  like, built that way?  Dayum, you know how to get my engine oil flowing.  And that's just the centerpiece?  Hell yeah, I'm good for this kinda stuff, be good to take my mind off my night drek.  Run it by my place in the morning and I'll meet you there?  Tonight's gone up in smoke, I'm afraid.  Love ya Unc. see ya tomorrow>>

Arc was able to send that off just as they got to the car, expertly catching a heaving Firefly as she clutched her stomach and covered her mouth.  "Easy there, girly...Rabbit, give me a hand..." Nodding respectfully to their rescued charge, everyone piled into the Americar, Firefly taking shotgun whilst the five others piled into the back...it was cramped, but with Hoppy on Bootstrap's lap, it wasn't impossible.  Hopping in the driver's seat, Arc took off her gloves and goggles, setting them on the floor as she sped the car away, rejoining it in the late evening traffic of the Barrens and safe.

"Hoo...a slitch would think I've done that drek before..."

[ismilealot]

@ Arc & Subaru  The ride to the garage is quick, and uneventful. That is if you can count five kids regaling each other with. "I could died when I made a noise. I thought I'd blown the op." and, "I was trying to reach you Rabbit but they were to close to the safe, had to bug out." and, "Man, those Halloweeners were perfect Boot, ya got the flag n everything!" and, "Nothin' was working for me. I had to cast two n' three times for everything!" and, "Doesn't matter, you pulled it out. It cost ya' but ya' came through!" The happy chatter back there is even sweeter because all of them are back there. Plenty of times with the Howlers when things hadn't gone quite so smoothly. Arc almost misses the sight of Rabbit opening her arms and Hoppy flying into them. Rabbit hugs her tightly and Hoppy clings to her, the family resemblance is easy to spot in that moment. Once they get to the garage old habits reassert themselves as soon as the kids get out of the car. each of them stop the chatter as soon as the door opens and as they get out they check their surroundings. Once in the garage they fan out, taking positions where they can see windows and doors and each other. But, their still grinning like loons, the high from their success still with them. Rabbit, as soon as she places all of the stuff she's carrying down onto the mechanics table looks up at Arc and says, "I need pee." She's looking around a bit desperately trying to find where to go. It's an icebreaker as the others start to laugh. She makes a beeline for the door Arc points out and as soon as she's gone the others put their loot onto the table one at a time. Subaru starts looking through the items and identifies several credsticks including a platinum. Some skilsofs and data storage devices. Not large so it can't be much. But, there's also some SIN's in there! Well, probably fake because this is the Barrens. But, even fake SIN's could be used here in the Barrens where the need for ID made checking it's legality cursory at best. And now that everything had calmed down Arc's stomach was telling her that she hadn't eaten since Bettina's feast.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc was quiet on the ride, though her eyes were far from inactive, checking on the exhausted Firefly next to her and the gaggle of ecstatic kids behind her every few moments to make sure they were all okay.  She allowed herself a little smile: the job worked, noone died, and they even got a bonus that they were all carrying.  She herself was amazed...so many Howler ops with professionals went much worse...to her memory, she's seen four Howler's die in front of her.  Her smile fading, she focused on the driving as they left the scene behind them, a smoking, smoldering ruin.

At the garage, Arc was quick to point the way to the bathroom for Rabbit, chuckling a little at her delayed reaction to the whole deal.  "Null sheen, girly...alright, let's see what we got here..."  As she started to dig through their earnings, Arc decided to send another message to Hrock.

<<Hoi, omae.  Turns out I'm actually here tonight.  If it's easier to drop the shtuff off now, come on over.  I've got company, but they chill.>>

Sending that away, Arc glanced at Firefly and decided to help her with the loot checking, pulling out her commlink, a Renraku Sensei, and grabbed a couple of the pieces, noting the younger's tired state.  "Null up, chummer.  Here, I'm no tech, but I can work a link.  Let's see what these are"   Her eyes opened up wider as she slotted a few of the sticks to check the contents, sharing an ARO with the decker to total everything up and itemize it.  She glanced through the storage devices to see the contents, and even checked the SINs to see the details pertaining to them...names, etc.  Afterwards, she wiped her brow and took a breath.  "This was hella wiz, peeps.  You all did awesome, and I couldn't a done this drek without all y'all.  You wanna crash here, you got it...uh..."

Her little speech was cut off as her stomach gave a gurgle of protest, demanding nourishment.  She blinked, covering her stomach with a hand as her cheeks flushed, the mechanic a bit surprised. I just ate, like, four hours ago...musta worked harder than I thought  Shrugging, she smirked and tapped her forehead.  "Don't got much food, but soybars and caf on me tonight."  Winking, the short woman disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a plate of the said bars and a fresh pot of 'caf.

<<Jaime, it's Tessa.  I'm okay.  Really.  I will be home tomorrow, I"m taking care of some young ones tonight.  After all this though, I'm totally jumping on that when I see you.  Prepare y'self. <3

"Thanks, guys.  You'll get your cred soon.  And links.  I just made a decision: y'all are getting links, and I'll rig up charging stations for all of you.  How's that sound, huh?"  She smiled, a little proud of herself for being able to do all this...these street kids are getting true opportunity here...  Hope it doesn't backfire on them...  She thought to herself as she tore into a soybar, chewing and swallowing between sips of soycaf.  But a good night...I'll hit up NineLives in the morning, best avoid implications if I'm being watched...

[gilga]

I look at Ginny with astonishment “You seem to have it all figured out and it is about time you start using what you have to get ahead in life. “ I say but I cannot forget that this is the same woman that slapped me and took off. The entire time both of us were focused entirely on her needs and her desires.  She knows nothing about me about my past and my limitations. Nor she is the kind to stay and hear things that are not pleasant. She goes from despair to euphoria and hopefully not back to despair.

Being rich by itself is not the goal, there many less gorgeous than myself that married into money. I can totally be an eye candy for someone but was this really what I came to this world to do? To spend my potentially very long life chasing money and vices? I have problems, emotional problems my compassion is mixed up with passion. Heck all my emotions are mixed up with passion. Afterall why are we even having this talk? Did I ever plan to sleep with Ginny? To start a romance? I only wanted to keep her of the streets but I cannot keep it in  my pants or panties for that matter.

I am broken man, I understand it finally. No matter how much I lie to myself I have serious issues with my parents, with a feeling of security and even with being loved.  Each time I look at Ginny all charged up I understand that even without my history and even if Ginny was someone I’d want to be given the world by. Am I even capable of happiness? Does the shadows offer me anything? Yelena is still broken even after so many years. Arc is a real person and Phoenix is definitely broken. It does not feel that the shadows heal or brake.  Perhaps Arc can live full and fulfilling life despite of the shadows.

There is also the allure of accepting Christ into my heart, of opening myself to the love of God, the only pure love. Redemption is impossible, I understand that but must I throw it all and close my heart just because of my eventual demise and eternal torture? Can’t I just make the most of these life and fill them with good and honest deeds? Must there be some metaphysical reward for me? Should I be afraid to stay on the good path?  Every euphoric look by Ginny just make me more certain of it all. This image is so wrong in many levels and if this is her new life than I will pray for her success every night. As lovely and lusting as she is, she has no idea who I am.

I look deep into her eyes and understand that I chase all the wrong things in life. I am drowning inside my endless passion. Struggling to satisfy a thirst that cannot be satisfied no matter how hard I try. I am broken and confused and humbled. I need to pray, I need to be good I need to be forgiven and loved. I desire it, I want it and even without the close influence of Agrat I am nothing but passion. When I finally speak, I just say “Look Ginny, it has been a wild night and we really should get going, my head is pounding like a hammer and my body is drained and is longing for the warm embrace of sleep. Let's just sleep together and we can talk about the future tomorrow.”

I enter my bed, followed by the lusting Ginny that embraces me, but my mind is searching for the succubus that loves me. Perhaps she can introduce me to some mentor. Someone that can teach me to accept and forgive rather than to forget and escape. She may not like my request, but I am coming to her true and clean and my love for her is true and undeniable. I accept and forgive her and admire her for getting me so far in my life. Agrat was always true to me. She saved my life and protected me, I was not even alive without her and she is not evil. Yet, she cannot make me happy, can she understand? Is she modest enough to guide me toward some mentor that can teach me what she herself cannot do? Either way, she needs to know that I recognize and accept her and that I am thankful for everything that she gave me. She deserve nothing less.

[Mercy Merchant]

When Yelena enters the garage she is surprised to see a jumble of bodies asleep on or near the old couch.  She recognizes the new girl, Firefly, and Rabbit and Bootstrap, but the rest she is not sure of.  Arc must have gathered them together early for the op at the warehouse tonight.  She checks her messages but does not see anything from Arc about a planning meeting.  She shrugs, all will be explained later.  After some sleep.  Yelena moves quietly so as not to wake the sleepers and moves into the living area, actually surprised to find Arc in her bed.   She double checks her messages and still sees nothing,  Too tired and exhausted to really care right now, she strips and climbs into her own bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

[ismilealot]

@ Marco When you wake up Ginny is gone and a message is blinking in your comm. It's from the Lady. >>Marco, I just found out that I need to go to the Tir to see someone about this project. Someone who has experience with cutting through this kind of red tape. But, I will be gone a few days. Would you be able to stop by there twice a day to make sure that the workers are clearing away all of the debris? And to help anyone that is trying to live there. They will not want to move away while we are fixing it. But, if we don't get them moved and fix it we will never get the permissions. I understand if you have plans. Please let me know.<<

@ Yelena  You get a comm message from Virtual Goddess, >>Bounties ranging from 100,000 to 2,000 annotated next to each name as well as last known whereabouts and known associates. These are mostly political bounties and the money will take far longer to be paid out. File sent<<

@ Arc  The last message from Uncle Hrock was that he'd see you in the morning. And bright and early you hear banging on the door. "Yo! Cricket! Last time I checked you didn't have a chimney so let a body bearing junk in the door will ya!"

[SgtBoomCloud]

[Saturday, Dec. 11, 2075, Arc's garage, Morning]

After the kids had all drifted off to sleep, fed and tired from the ordeals of the evening's operation, Arc had double-checked that all her doors were locked up before shutting out the lights, letting the young ones sleep with a space heater to keep them warm.  Yawning and scratching her side, Arc barely made it to her room before her own exhaustion overcame her, the adrenaline of the event bottoming out in her veins.  Stripping off her armor and clothing down to her undies, the human girl flopped onto her bed and passed out, the bedsheet haphazardly draping her sprawled out form.

Her sleep was deep and uneventful, no vivid dreams plaguing her this time, just floating, drifting...

"Wha?!"  Jerking awake, the knocks and familiar calls of her uncle brought her to life, practically falling out of the bed as she scrambled to her feet.  Pausing and breathing lightly, she spotted the form of Yelena sleeping across the room.  Oh good, she didn't die...bet she's wiped...  Relaxing a bit, she allowed herself a little smile as she hastily and quietly got dressed, letting her sleep as she hustled her way to the front door, opening it for the older ork.

"Chill out, Uncle, I"m here.  Man, think of the children, got a buncha sleepers in here.  C'mon, let's see whatcha got..."  Dressed in a simple snug pair of sweats with a tattered t-shirt, the girl let the ork in with his stuff.  "We'll have to be quiet up in here, Tary'kart, they had a big night...:"  Taking a few moments, Arc set up some water and a couple bowls of what passed for cinnamon oatmeal, passing one to Hrock whilst using the other to quiet her growling stomach.  As they carried the stuff to the garage, Arc spotted Firefly stirring amongst the pile, Oorah's head on her thigh with Slider7 beside, the decker's own head on Bootstrap's shoulder, with Rabbit and Hoppybunny curled up against each other on his other side.  Nodding quietly, she gave an all-clear sign to the younger one as they set the stuff down, pulling up the AROs giving the details and specifications.

"Hell of a night, lemme tell you.  On a random note, probably the best idea to leave the 'Weeners alone, ya hear me? Now, whatchu got for me..."

[Duck N. Cover]

     “Well?”  Tuskaloosa asked the wiry troll as she strove to keep up.
     “You know better 'n dat,” he reproached.  “Az I always say: dere be time enough fer countin' when da dealin's done.”
     He also always said 'know when to walk away and know when to run'.  Based on the pace he was setting, she was guessing that while the hand wasn't fully dealt yet, it was smelling pretty sweet.
     She wished she could say the same for herself—she'd done enough garbage truck 'piggy back rides' with Arr-Arr-Arr to know how ripe she was.  It was why her helmet—and its gas mask--was a treasured piece of equipment.  Maybe not as vital as the “loot” filled metal trash can she was wearing as a makeshift back pack, but treasured nonetheless.
   Still...”I'm not convinced , Arr.”
   “...'Bout?”
   “That this wicker basket  makes me look anything like a Street Samurai.”  Arr-Arr-Arr had not been too keen on the helmet; he muttered something about being 'memorable'. Tuskaloosa understood, but she didn't come across Troll-sized goods every day: when she was on wheels again the helmet was essential.
   The compromise had been  to disguise the helmet.  “Nah, Nah Street Sam--Brawla.  Do straw 'n wicker alla time—smart ones got da noggin box unnerneath like dat too.  Big ol' staff an' getas, an' you got da wanderin' monk chic.”
   She had to take his word for it.  She concentrated instead on her surroundings:  her mental map of Seattle in general and the Redmond Barrens in particular got clearer every trip she took.  Less 'Here there be Red Hot Nukes” and more this side street and that alley. They were far enough out from Arr-Arr-Arr's home that the path was fresh, but she knew enough: if they were separated she could still get back.
     Suddenly, the recicladore stopped.  “Ah drek.”
   
     Before she could even ask, she saw it: yellowish-orange sparks bursting in the false dawn.  Arr-Arr-Arr had likely seen the bottle-rocket's ascent.  Quickly he turned heel and headed for a side street.  She followed. “The sitch?”
   “Weeners.”
   “For us?”  She thought Halloweener territory was near, but she didn't think they were close to it yet...
   “Nah.  Ta war.”
   “Sugartank.”  She needed no reminder to keep up.

[Shaman_Yuri]

What what?

Why is someone beating taiko drums this early in the morning?

I try opening my eyes and immediately regret it.  My head feels like someone used it for a punching bag.

Is this what it feels like to have a hangover?

If so, another reason never to drink, praise Allah!

Thinking of God elicits another groan and I work my eyes open more forcefully.  It's already daytime and I should be praying.  I was blessed last night, we all survived, I must show God my gratitude for his bounty.

Moving is agony, especially in my midsection.  Taking a blender to my entrails could not have been more painful.  Still, I have urges and if I do not wish to wet the sofa, I must attend to them.  The idea of praying with all the kneeling and bowing involved makes me cringe.

And that's before I realize where my head is.

Oh my...

Bootstrap!

I jump up to lift my head, fortunately still draped in my hijab, from the boy's shoulder.  I feel an arm slip from my shoulder as I peel myself away from the pile of bodies, including Oorah's head on my thigh.  Dear God how did I end up in such a compromising position?

I remember evaluating the hardware, sorting aside anything with encryption to address the next day when I was better rested.  I remember Arc joining me to total up the value of the credsticks.  I remember turning down any food because the mere thought of swallowing something made me want to run for the bathroom.  But I don't remember ending up on the sofa or falling asleep.

Then the pain from crawling out of the sleeping pile hits me and I see stars.

But it was worth it.  Despite the pain, it was worth it.  No one was hurt.  We're all here.  And I made a difference.  I'll remember the sight of that burning warehouse to my dying day.  We did it together and I was a part of it.

I watch as Arc permits a strange dwarf male into the garage and I make myself scarce.  I quickly attend to biology and then slip into the sleeping room shared by Arc and Yelena.  I see the elf is still sound asleep, so I stay as quiet as I can as I perform my morning prayers.  I barely whisper the passages from the Koran, but the occasional moans from the pain of movement are louder.  I can just hope I don't wake her.

[gilga]

The perfect fling... gone in the morning just like Marta and I got the apartment to myself. I am filled with purpose and make myself a breakfast worthy of a king. With a big salad and an omelette just like I like it. It is already noon and finally some time I pray.  Praying helps, it calms my mind I pray for Ginny and for Yelena for myself and for Lady. I just thought about her and here she texts me >>  sure I can babysit a construction site it is for a good cause, but when you are back I want you to teach me a little bit about artificising.

I pick up my gun and go to the shooting range, I shoot very good by now. I am wearing Barrens clothes and my leather Jacket and I like having the Crusader with me. Shooting is fun as long as nobody get hurt. How idiotic was it to shoot at demoness, I was such a child just a week ago, blaming her for my own troubles. No, I am not running anymore nobody is going to blackmail me, as if anything in this world can ever be as bad as what awaits me.

I leave my home and familiarize myself with the constructor the residents and anyone in that sight. I also texted Blake just for closure. I will never again be the tool of evil men!

Why is Shilla doing these things? what motivates her? (or him?) is it the money? she is obviously very rich already why continue... she lives in fear multiple identities probably not much of a personal life with so many activities why does she do that? A goal - she believes! There are no other explanations that I can understand. With safe houses all over the city she could have retired by now. She did not and being so careful I do not think it is the thrill or the rush, perhaps a cause. 

This is time to do what I really want, I am done being afraid. I text blake just to make sure we see eye to eye. I do not want to miss lead him.

>> Blake - look I do not dig these things you wrote me. I couldn’t care less if someone I know nothing about and used and manipulated me is actually grooming me to replace him doing whatever it is that he is doing with his top secret spy friends. This is just emotional manipulation. These things are morally ambiguous and I do not want to spend my life fighting one evil for another evil.  If I am risking my life it is for a goal worthy of my sacrifice. 

Bottom line is I am not going to do what you want, not with the information I have now. I will pray and hope that you are successful.

[ismilealot]

@ Tuskaloosa  Arr looks at her and says, "Be ta war most da nigh. Mean we take da long way home." The boom coming from the Halloweeners turf is enough to make that a good idea. And the pace Arr sets as he takes this new detour is punishing. And the straps on the can on her back were already digging in. And as they round a corner a small group of orks and trolls on bikes spot them. One of them guffaws, "Hey baby, when that papoose 'kin walk on his own come back 'ta me an make a little cred." he smacks his lips making kissing sounds and then the group starts laughing. Arr takes a sidelong look at you an says, "Be no neva mind. Da be no good hearted woman fah dem." he continues walking swiftly, and his stride eats the ground. They finally make it to their meeting place. A back alley behind a restaurant where Arr says, "You be der, an stan' tuf n' tall like. I be doing da biz." A human steps out of the restaurant after a few minutes and Arr shows him the contents of the can, digging around in it a bit and then pointing to her. The human seems satisfied and hands over a credstick which Arr swiftly pockets and signals you to put your can down next to his. Once the business is completed a couple of toughs hustle the cans away. But Arr is already moving down the alley, anxious to get away.

[ismilealot]

@ Arc, Subaru & Yelena  Hrock laid his findings on the table and said, "I was able ta get ya a few parts fer engines don't look to rough he says as he lays them down. But," he turns and begins walking back out to the door. "the real beauty is right here. Ugggghh! " He hauls up a bike engine that's twice normal size and by his grunt has the weight to prove it. "But, more 'n that Cricket, it looks totally prototype. See, these parts were machined that way." He says pointing to several different spots. "This ain't just a bigger engine. This is a racing engine made with more 'n one mod ta give it an edge fer a troll!" he turns and grins at you. "You think you can get this running again?" It's in really rough condition, but Hrock is right about it being new tech.