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 beginnig to realize how phenomenal Able would be as an infiltration agent. He seems to get along well with everyone.