Chapter 9: Creepy Gas Station Adventures
The day begins shifting to dusk...Scout around the bar we're using as a base for any other gang related activity.
Freedom returns the Taxi Cab to the company lot and heads back to the Pub under the glare of the dying sun. He comes to the area and looks around for anything to indicate the activities of other gangs. As he looks around the immediate area, half-wandering half-scouting, he witnesses what looks like an impromptu fight going on the sidewalk. A single figure is attempting to fight off multiple attackers; after a few blows of scuffling are traded, one of the attackers jams something through the lone guy's torso. He falls over and the attackers scatter. The victim still looks like he's moving, barely.
Dave sends a text to the gang notifying them of the presence of the dealer after the woman is on her way. He parks the car in the garage, ensures it's fairly secure (locked and such), meets up with his backup, and goes to look over the gas station. If there isn't anything that could be a mark of claim by a rival gang, he checks to see if there's an unlocked door/entry, and if there is he enters carefully, posing as a buyer if questioned. He stays ready to run/fight,though. If there is a claim mark, text the gang to see if they see the mark anywhere else.
Right, good luck with that mate
If Dave says he'd like a little backup while checking out the crack den then
go join Dave as he scouts out the gas station
If not then
Stealthily scout out / patrol our new turf in search of anything interesting or troublesome
Dave parks the White Sedan in the nearby garage, making sure that its locked up before signaling a footsoldier, (the other 2 currently busy with backing up Eloni) to join him at the gas station across the street. On the way, Trent joins the group as well and they roll up to the gas station as a trio. The place seems desolate and dilapidated overall, the paint has all peeled and any sort of sign or symbol that would indicate what company ran the station is nowhere to be seen. In fact, the only evidence that this was a gas station at one point are the gas pumps, the ones that haven't been removed. The interior, which the group cautiously approaches, is stripped down to nothing besides rows of cheap metal plastic shelves and a counterplace. On the side of the wall is
an intricate green skull, smoke pouring out of its eye-sockets and teeth.Tom asks if any of the footsoldiers know a gun dealer, or anyone else who could be useful.
Marshall is out to acquire some heat, and locates the nearest footsoldier to ask for a gun dealer, or at least anyone that could help the Syndicate out. When he comes to the Pub, he finds that the place is empty. Up the road, he sees the footsoldiers, along with Trent and Dave, head into an empty gas station.
"Well, we couldn't be having that, could we? Hard on crime? Depending on how hard 'e goes, we could be in for a lot o' trouble. Think we could pull off something to ruin 'im?"
"Arnio? You don't want to talk shit about him in public, any of these people could be a supporter. I don't know any real dirt on him, but in this business I learned that no one is really as clean as they want to seem. Except nuns maybe. Me, personally? I'm staying on the down low. I'm not doing anything wrong, technically. Maybe your people are better at accomplishing that sort of stuff, getting political candidates out of the way. You guys aren't terrorists are you? Because that's not something I'd want to get involved with. You seem rad though, so please, don't murder me for you political revolutionary agenda."
Go visit said prisoner, if asked say I'm reviewing his case. Also get his case file.
After hearing about an ex-military possible recruiter locked up in prison, Preston takes a cab to the
New Mexico State Prison, since like many high-security prisons it is located beyond normal city limits, in fact, this particular prison isn't even in Albuquerque; instead it's in
Los Lunas, a village of about 14,000 people 27 miles south of Albuquerque.
($-30) On the walk between the taxi drop-off stop and the prison entryway, Preston gets on his phone and finds a public copy of the recruit's case file:
Oman Ebbs, age 20, joined the Army out of high school, decorated as a private until he was dishonorably discharged for assaulting a superior. When he went back stateside, he was imprisoned for the sale of illicit military-grade weapons and ammunition.
Preston calls out to the guard station behind a opening chain-link gate topped with barbed wire, "Hello, my name is Preston Duellos! I am a lawyer visiting my client Omar Ebbs." The guard hollers back, "Hold on..." A few minutes of silence later, the gate opens. Preston is escorted into a facility next to the actual prison, a visitation room. The room is busy, so Preston had gotten in on a good day to visit, otherwise he may have been turned away. He is sat in front of one of the booths, separated by glass, when Oman joins him on the other side. Oman flicks a finger through his nappy here, "So, they informed me that I got a brand new lawyer all the sudden. What's up?"
Flashing a wide grin, Eloni says as politely as possible.
"Hi. I was just wondering if you had seen anything suspicious happen recently. Me and my friends were are looking to help get situated in the neighborhood."
Eloni puts on his best facade and speaks to the old lady about the possibility of suspicious activity. "Ack, no. No danger. Go away now." Eloni keeps up his grin, continuing to speak to her, (6 vs. 5) when the door opens up and then slams itself with great force, much greater than the old woman could have conjured up. Eloni has to withdraw his foot to prevent it from being smashed between the door and the wall, while inside he hears more Spanish yelling, but this time from multiple people. One very distinctly young male voice yells out, "Fuck off, ese!"
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 ($4,770; Credit Cards)
Skills: 4 Law, 1 Persuasion, 1 Business
Rent: Manor - $1,100 (Due: 26 Turns)
Health: Fine
Hey look, kind of on schedule. In between this and the next update, I'm going to be looking at some pictures of Albuquerque to make sure I'm able to form an accurate representation of it. It is America, but I'm even less familiar with Albuquerque and the American Southwest in general than Licheville, England, which I had some basis for, since I've spent most of my time in the Eastern Deep South. So if anyone well acquainted with the Albuquerque, NM, or the Southwest and wants to inform of any important geographic/metropolitan/socioeconomic/cultural/etc. aspects to the area, I'd be to hear.
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