I just need to board a train with this lot and I’ve covered all the three foodgroups of transportation – planes, trains and automobiles. Not quite as much fun as it was in the old days, getting questioned going through security. They don’t even have the decency to strip search you anymore. The flight certainly was uneventful, despite my first trip off-planet. If uneventful includes your friend with a bad case of MPD related PTSD having a mental break the moment we hit zero-g, which compared to what else has happened, it probably does. I feel like I’m trapped in a terrible detective novel, and I don’t mind one bit – international capers, codewords… Our destination? The South Warf in Docklands, after ditching our badges. Travel by bus or cab doesn’t sound too bad, though, but who knows how much a cab would cost us. Certainly less than getting jailed for making a phonecall.
Pitbull – Private Marcus Dean – Poor guy – they don’t make safety equipment for people built like bears. He was a bit harsh on poor Pacoy, though. If he hadn’t pulled us around into that coffeeshop when he did, we would have been pinched for sure.
Pacoy – As comforting personalities go, he’s not the ideal one to go to for reassurance. Particularly not when we’re sitting on a suborbital bomb with no way to escape. Wonder if he will ever expand his business out of Night City. Certainly could make him a lot of money doing that…
Able – Anton Roderick Davis – He looks well for someone whose brain is slowly melting, although he seems quite anxious about flying, though. I can’t imagine why, he used to be a…pilot…. ah. I can’t imagine all this Ad Astra talk is helping. And then the mental break… Still, he’s got it together enough to feed me information when I needed it most.
I think I may have fallen in love with London – the dismal atmosphere, the sullen people, the incessant rain… The constant surveillance is certainly a point against it, to be sure. And the cuisine isn’t much better. It’s nice to be up to some urban capers with my friends, though – pulling a Bob and Sue on some unsuspecting Londonites is just the thing we needed to feel some cohesiveness after the insanity of the past month. Although we seem to be out of practice. A brand new set of IDs, only for them to fall apart when Pitbull got the fuzz called. Certainly less than ideal. We then got to meet some of Pacoy’s ‘extended family’. At least we got some nice chow from the deal… hopefully they can fit me for a roscoe, in case we need one going into this.
Pitbull – Private Marcus Dean – I feel a bit more at ease with Pitbull armed, as uncomfortable as the idea of combat in a police state makes me. Although with him lumbering around in that massive coat looking as shifty as he does, we’re pinched for sure if they do a sweep for suspicious looking individuals. Although we’re even worse off if they’re looking for bullheaded American tourists, but they should be used to them over here.
Pacoy – I think he is the keenest business man I’ve ever met – a day in a foreign land and he’s already able to set us up with a man who can acquire certain ‘goods’. Not seen anything quite like it. His contact seems to be located in the shady end of nowhere, unfortunately. And as part of his family?
Able – Anton Roderick Davis – I should have known Able would be the one to sneak some armaments into one of the strictest police states. I thought smuggling myself in would have been risky enough! The early affect of the neurotoxins is worrying me. I hate that I’ve done this indirectly to my friend. He’s still got his faculties, though… And bought himself a hot rock. Strange to think we’ve been travelling with a… what are they called? Natural chav? All this time… wonder if that’s who Anton used to be… nah, probably not.
After seeing these ‘trasher’ squads, my brief love affair with this police-state is more or less shot. She invited me in, sang me pretty songs, and I found myself handcuffed to the bed when I awoke. I found my breath catch in my throat as we stopped, which was more of a minor irritation for me than anything. Witnessing state-sponsored murder isn’t my cup of tea, to borrow from their lexicon. It’s a dirty city with a dirtier secret, and I don’t have time to bring things to light. Not with my friend’s clock ticking down.
Pitbull – Private Marcus Dean – Now, more than ever, I find myself relying on and trusting Pitbull’s judgement. He’s gotten us out of tighter spots, and he’s focused. Always a reminder that the mission comes first.
Pacoy – The weight of the new revolver sits heavy in my pocket, an emblem of the ties Pacoy’s ‘family’ has, and a constant reminder of the one I have both gained and lost.
Able – Anton Roderick Davis – I guess I’m just beginning to realize how phenomenal Able would be as an infiltration agent. He seems to get along well with everyone.
If being a crimelord let me eat this well every day, I must say that I would be sorely tempted. I don’t go in for the teeth, though. Prefer mine to be in excellent shape. I feel like we may be entering into a Faustian deal, and I’ve never walked away from one of those clean. Maybe with Pacoy fielding a hand of cards against this Tony we’ll walk away scot free, only paying out two favors. One of which is going to hurt a lot more than the other – taking a dive in a prize fight is never easy. As it stands, we’re doing most of the work for free, which has to hurt the pride at least.
Pitbull – Private Marcus Dean – Good to know he’s got a healthy appetite, though he can’t hold a candle to what I can pack down. This deal would have been good for him – if we had won a single hand of cards.
Pacoy – I’m not sure I’m entirely sure that Pacoy playing cards for favors with a crimelord, particularly pertaining to our futures. I trust his ability, but I worry about his self control. Hopefully he doesn’t go in too hard and we lose out on a slick deal. If I hadn’t prodded him on, we would have walked away with at least a bit of kit to use. As it stands, looks like Karma is going to plug me good in the button to make up for my gaff.
Able – Anton Roderick Davis – Never knew Able was such a shrewd negotiator – suppose he knows what’s involved in bumping someone off. That’s knowledge I’ve thankfully not had to acquire. Still, his plan to frame the gangsters we’re supposed to deal with, and get the heat off of us for one of the other jobs, impeccable.
The plan for the Up and Down – asking the local thugs nicely to do the dirty work for us. A simple plan to solve a complex problem. Though it’ll be far from easy. The hardest part of the plan is to get the leader of the toughs by himself. Ambushing him at a fine dining establishment has to be one of the better plans we’ve come up with, even if it does involve squeezing Pitbull into a suit. I could certainly do with eating better food more frequently.
Pitbull – Private Marcus Dean – I’m starting to suspect there’s a lot more behind Pitbull’s gruff exterior than he lets on. He’s been showing some giddy enthusiasm of late, and it’s more than a little infectious. I wonder what his girl would think of him in this suit…
Pacoy – I’m liking Pacoy’s plan thus far. Men have a few weaknesses – the heart, pride, lust, the physical… but every man’s got to spring a leak at some point, and they tend to do that alone.
Able – Anton Roderick Davis – I wonder what it would be like to change your appearance at a whim. Must be fun at parties… be easy to cozy up to a moll, or at least give you a few first impressions. Just thinking about it makes me miss Anita.
The concept couldn’t have been simpler – steal the mob boss and impersonate him. Of course, Able was in the frying pan, but we were nearby for when we had to pull him out of the fire. The plan seemed simple enough, but was fraught with points it could and would go wrong. Criminals rarely leave without a bit of the take, and we needed them to scoot with all of it. Of course, it all went southbound and down the moment Pacoy’s bot cut all of our feeds, rendering us deaf, blind and dumb, but we were some of those already. But it seems that the frame-up went well enough, with Pacoy ending up with a new toy that stinks to high heaven.
The sooner we’re finished with this Tony here, the better. My stomach doesn’t sit well with folks who step far outside the law and call it ‘justice’. I know I’m at odds with what’s right and proper sometimes, but I ain’t ever put someone down that wasn’t gunning on me first, and more often than not I put ‘em in a state where the cops can find him. A vigilante I am certainly not. All that’s left for us now is for me to let some bruiser punch me in the face a bunch and hope he doesn’t ruin my ruggedly handsome good looks. They might not be genetic, but they’re still mine.
Pitbull – Private Marcus Dean – First thing I’m going to do when I get back stateside is try and get this ruffian cleaned up a bit. Now that he’s no longer wanted by the military, I wonder if I can convince Anita and his girl to pull a “My Fair Lady” on him.
Pacoy – With him in the van, I’ve suddenly got an idea to pitch to Eris for a vid-special – a buddy cop drama with three cops instead of the traditional two. One straight laced, one the wild gun, and then one with the kind of wit you’d find yourself quoting for days after you watched it. I’m a bit nervous about his new pet, though.
Able – Anton Roderick Davis – He did come up with a pretty slick plan – at my uneducated guess, that mean’s his brain isn’t quite dribbling out his ears, which does make me feel a mite bit better about the whole scenario. And while I know he’s got enough spring chicken in him to scarper if things get rough, when they got dogged in the warehouse, my heart leapt into my throat, as it were.