Chapter 8: Eloni Vs. Old Woman
Say something audibly about how am I supposed to make quota if people assault my customers before driving off. Finish making my quota.
Freedom doesn't take either karmic path and instead remains neutral, driving off and leaves the attacker and target to their own fates. He drives around, picking up people who don't talk much, except for some old lady who goes on and on about some sort of religious thing that Freedom can't even understand, and not just because of her accent. He drops her off at the shopping district, finally having made his quota for the day.
(+$40)"What, no wine? Heh, I'll take a cola."
He turns back to the guy.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he won't be coming back. He was happy to be rid of the place, really."
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The waitress nods and heads back into the kitchen. "Well then, after eating we can head on over."
Aaron spots a magazine laying open on an adjacent table that must have been left by a previous customer. It's flipped to a central page, displaying an older stout man with small glasses staring fiercely ahead, as if he were looking directly at Aaron, on a bold blue background. The advertisement displays the words, "VOTE DR. ARNIO FOR MAYOR" "HARD ON TAXES, HARDER ON CRIME". The Loaner shakes his head, "Can't believe that guy is expected to win the next election...."
Tom notices, still wearing a ski mask, and checks around the entire building, looking to see how many exits it has.
Trent looks up at the building, shrugs, and turns back to the group
"So who wants a beer? This asshole's buyin'"
Trent takes out the wallet of the guy we just jumped, grabs his cash, tosses the wallet, and suggests we go back to the Pub
"That asshole might rat us out. I'll go make sure he doesn't."
Knock on the door. Put a foot in the door like a missionary, but a lot more threatening.
The Syndicate trio on the streets realizes that they're being watched by some people from across the street. Trent goes for the wallet of the downed thug, it's not very exciting: a little spare money, a couple condoms and a few coupons.
($7.37)Marshall, in his mask, heads over to check out the building for exits. (2) There has to a be a front door somewhere, but he can't see it, nor a back door, due to the angle that he's looking at. All he can tell is that while the building isn't very tall, it is long, like a flat.
Eloni takes the most proactive choice and decides to actually enters the project. Eloni take a couple footsoldiers with him, entering the building they pass a flurry of children, climbing the stairs to reach the room near the end of the hall where they had been spotted from. Eloni firmly knocks, and he hears the voice of an older woman exclaiming something in Spanish. She opens the door slightly, a little old wrinkled woman grimacing at Eloni and his crew from behind her spectacles. "What you want? Go away."
Get out the other side of the car, look her over for weapons, just in case. Inquire as to her identity and what she wants. If she wants money, give her a twenty and ask her where she buys crack. If she asks why I'm curious, tell her I'm trying to find a dealer.
Dave gets out of the car, looking her over. She doesn't have anything on her, at least visible from the outside. When he asks for what she wants, she does ask for money.
($-20) She gives him a toothy, or rather, toothless grin as she accepts the money. He asks for the location of her dealer, her shaky finger moves to point towards an abandoned gas station.
" Sure thing, by the way you never told me what line of work your in and what your friends do? It'll give me some idea of what I may need to do for you. "
"It's just accounting," he says, taking more of his drink. "I didn't used to have all this," he says motioning around the room. "A couple years ago, we got picked up by
Sslavagen, the Swedish clothing line. They opened up their first few markets in the American Southwest and needed some accountants."
Total Funds: $2380
Gang Skills:
Territory:
None
Headquarters: Irish Pub
Damage: N/A
Base Assets: Office
Misc.: Pool Table
Electronics:
Weapons:
Storage: Basement, Garage
Vehicles: White Sedan
Bosses: 8
Dragons: 0
Knights: 0
Footsoldiers: 3
Notable Footsoldiers: 0
Peasants:
Eloni Montera (Spinal_Taper)
Inventory: .32 Revolver, Miscellaneous Consumables
Skills: 4 Firearms, 1 Intimidation, 1 Survival
Health: Fine
Dave Green (Doomblade187)
Inventory: Combat Knife, Toolbox, Old Cellphone, Scrap Metal
Skills: 4 Vehicle Mechanic, 1 First Aid, 3 Knives, 1 Brawling, 1 Knife-Throwing
Health: Fine
Aaron Bradley (Greenstarfanatic)
Inventory: $128, Boxing Gloves, Deck of Cards, 6 Lockpicks, Laptop, Switchblade, Lighter, Unopened Bag of Cheetos, Cell Phone
Skills: 5 Melee, 1 Persuasion, 1 Lockpicking, 1 Conning, 1 Hacking, 1 Surveillance
Health: Fine
Mason Johnstone (anailater)
Inventory: Suit, Pistol, 1 Box of Matches, Bike Chain, Bottle of Pain Killers
Skills: 4 Lockpicking, 1 Charisma, 1 Science, 3 Brawling, 1 Pistol, 1 Running
Health: Fine
Trent McGrath (Gravehaunter92)
Inventory: $7, 2 Switchblades, Spray Paint Can, 5 Lockpicks, Trash Bag, Bandanna, Pistol
Skills: 4 Blades, 1 Stealth, 2 Graffiti
Health: Fine
Blake Jessop (ScriptWolf)
Inventory: 2 Fragmentation Grenades, 1 Medkit
Skills: 4 Explosives, 1 Electronics, 1 Combat Medic, 1 Sharpening
Health: Fine
Thomas Marshall (Playergamer)
Inventory: $1070, Swiss Army Knife, Cellphone, Pistol, Small Safe, 3 Ski Masks
Skills: 4 Persuasion, 1 Bluff, 1 Bribe
Health: Fine
Thomas Freedom (Persus13)
Inventory: Driver's License, Taxi License, Taxi Key, Wallet ($46), Cell Phone, Pocket Knife, Crucifix Necklace, Pistol
Skills: 4 Driving, 1 Firearms, 1 Negotiation
Side Hustle: Taxi Driver - $40 per Day, 6 Days a week.
Health: Fine
Preston Duellos (Patrick Hunt)
Inventory: Expensive Suit, Expensive Shoes, Rolex, Laptop, Phone, Wallet ($4,800; Credit Cards)
Skills: 4 Law, 1 Persuasion, 1 Business
Rent: Manor - $1,100 (Due: 27 Turns)
Health: Fine
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