Get some proof, case the apartment the Gangers are hanging out in, and try to talk your way in.
You go and search for a piece of proof to show that you've actually met Jim, and much to your surprise you find it in the form of the pipe one of the wannabe gangers was wielding which strangely enough has the name 'Jim' carved into the side of it. He must've really liked this particular pipe. Shrugging you order your floating companion back into the bag, and make your way out of the warehouse to try and hunt down this building him and his friends supposedly hung out in. After what you can only guess is about an hour of searching you come across the wannabe gangers supposed home with an old neon sign with its hinges screeching on the side, and a bored looking youth leaning beside the door with a drum fire nearby to ward off the slight chill of the night. You hover at the end of the street in the shadows of the many buildings nearby, and watch the lookout for a bit, much as you suspected he remains in the same place looking just as bored as always though he does let out a yawn after about four minutes.
Figuring you aren't going to get anything else from standing back here in the corner you walk down the street revealing yourself to the youth who quickly stands up straight, and calls out,
"What do you want here? If its not important go ahead, and fuck off already."
You quickly reply, holding out the pipe to try and verify your false claims.
"Jim gave me this, I'm here with a job for y-"You're cut off as the youth scrambles for something at his back, and yells out,
"You! What the fuck did you do to Jim!?"
Sighing you grasp the pipe firmly with one hand, and close to a range where you can actually get a hit in, but not before the youth manages to pull a stub revolver out and put a shot into you that tears through your unaugmented left shoulder. If you had anything of a face left aside from the rebreather/vox unit built into where your jaw and throat used to be you would've grimaced in pain, but aware of the mild threat the youth still holds you ignore it and bring the pipe down hard across the side of his head. Mere seconds after the impact you watch the wannabe ganger's eyes roll into the back of his head before he crumples to the ground in an unconscious heap, staring down at him you mutter aloud.
"Why did you insist on making this more difficult then it has to be?"On that cue you here faint sounds from inside, and quickly calculate that you have maybe a minute, maybe two before anyone in the building can get to somewhere they can see you. What do you do?
Condition: Left Shoulder Wounded (Gunshot Wound straight through, Minor Bleeding)
Possessions:
Jim's Pipe
Small Bag of Thrones2 [156 Thrones]
Servo-Skull
Equipment:
Integrated Auspex
Integrated Combi-tool
Integrated Pict Recorder
Compact Las-pistol Mechadendrite
Condition: Barely Breathing
Items of Note:Stub Revolver on the ground near him (? out of 6 rounds left)