Information searches, Bypass[ooc]Bypass, I almost took you literally, then decided that was too far. Red circle, not red cross.
Bypass, there's just not much in there in the news and public appearances. You get a bit of imagery of them, along with a lot of other gangs, at a Humanis Atlanta rally. They're mentioned as participants in some gang fights, but the newsbites don't tell you much beyond that they've been around a few years. One thing that might be of note is that there are more such articles in the past year or two than there were before. Oh, and there's an article that says the gang's leaders are known by titles, not names, and they're similar to what the old KKK used to use; wizard, magi, scribe, and so forth.
As for history and origin, it's just not there to get. Gangs don't tend to have publicists and this one's no exception. You do run across one tidbit. Rumor says the current leadership of the gang's been the same for the past three years.
Information, Rafa You know that the Gallos are a latino Troll gang. Like the gang you found they're more-or-less friendly with the Chulos, but they're almost exclusively troll and your group is mostly ork. They've got a decent rep, nothing great but not a bunch of wannabes, either. Could be there's an arrangement with your new home, but you'll have to check later.
You don't know much about the greenbacks. Orks, near the gallos. You've heard something about the red circle, but all your memory comes up is that they're humanis. You think there's more but you'll have to check with the padres, the leaders of your gang.
information, Boris
The greenbacks have colors similar to the Boyz. You don't know there's a connection for sure, though, since they're about 5 or 6 miles north of your dinner table.
"Chingado" mutters the troll standing at the end. He and the troll next to him reach for their weapons and start toward Rafa. At almost the same instant the scarred troll sitting at the table throws up a hand and rattles a sharp command in Spanish. <<No. Wait.>> Almost the same scenario plays at the other end, though it's a standing ork who grabs both his companions shoulders. "Later, if we gotta," he says.
Mr. Johnson raises his eyebrows at Rafa. "Semper fi, mofo. You got the balls to show how easy the circle falls, or you just going to flap your purty mouth?," he says, then almost dismissively turns back to Debbin.
"You get that the IDs aren't SINs, right? They'll sorta work like SINs for some things, says we vouch for who you are because you're one of us, but they're not going to be worth jack to a corp or the City. On the other hand they won't be fake. Well, other than I doubt you're going to give us your real name. One ID free, apiece, after the job is done. 50% discount for up to two more."
"The stuff that's too hot to keep we'll fence, no questions asked. You already know we're probably not going to be able to pay you right away. If we could afford to do that we'd pay you more in cash right now. So we'll take one to two weeks to sell it. I'll give you a choice. You can take 35% guaranteed, or you can take half of what we can sell it for. Usually that'll range between 70 and 80% of market price. If we sell it for more, you get half of more. If we sell it for less... you get the idea."
"One more thing. Salvage is yours. I don't know what they've got, but I'd be willing to bet there's something we'd like to have. Doesn't matter. If you can get rid of them, it's a win even if you find Dunkelzahn's toenail hoard."
