Star-Crossed loversEvery time you drive in the Warrens, you ask yourself the same question. Why am I here? The answer always seems to go back to monetary figures, which you and your conscience have decided to deal with later, whenever that is.
You reach the location that Omar's commlink tagged as relevant for the address given, but as many of the street signs have either been spray-painted over or stolen, you’re not absolutely positive that the map was correct. With peeling avocado green paint and a trim that may have been brown a few decades back, the rundown apartment building looks like it was abandoned shortly after the decision to cut all utilities in the Warrens. At several places, three golden crowns have been tagged onto the building, a clear sign of marked territory.
Unit number five has a plaque hanging on by the residual adhesion of paint, which reads “Manager.” Whoever is living there must be blind or dead broke.
Just as you parked Mouse finally concluded his voice recording analysis. Beaming with proud he send it to you:
WHAAAT !?!
That's what he told me. That Fronts is sending their representatives today, and that they are sure that Three Kings will just dissolve and join them before morning. They will tell them that Vory is bullying everyone around, and if they don't want to be russian dogs, they have to join forces.
How long do you know ?
Since morning, sir.
WHAAAT ?!? You motherfucker, you fucking kidding me? Where are those guys, that brought the guns here? Bring them back. NOW !
Wait ! Can we trust them?
Tabbitha Morgan vouched for them.
That catgirl? That means nothing. People here are idiots, must have been something in the air. You're an idiot. And I'm making an idiotic move in hiring you. All right bring them in.
You though about it for few seconds when, a baritone male voice calls you out to come in. Going in without matrix support as no commlinks are active inside made you a little nervous but you went ahead anyway certain, that at least there are no magical dangers.
The furniture inside consists of a few card tables and several folding chairs. At one card table Maria was sitting and talking to a men standing near the window. She rise when you enter. Man (a boy actually) crosses the room to shake hands. He makes strong eye contact and speaks directly
"welcome, my name is Tony." accent straight out of Denver with hints of the Georgia.
He is just shy of two meters. Dark hair cropped short to keep it from curling and eyes that are a chocolate color, round out his diver’s build. Natural tan that hints his parents and grandparents slept with someone not exactly Caucasian.
Maria stays just behind him, shy but with obvious relief on her face that you came. As soon as the initial greetings took place she stepped out.
"We need your help. We need protection just for this night, until morning - Tony will straighten a few things out and then we would be leaving and head for New York." "Just keep her safe until morning." Tony broke in.
"No. I'm not going to let you go alone" she interrupted him in turn.
"We go together. That is nearby. You talk to them and we go to the station together."