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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 17, 2020 5:52:43 GMT -5
The woman, apparently Leslie, eyes Tom warily. "You know my name? Yeah, he's one reason. He is with a gang. Not Bandersnatch, but one of them.
But I have other reasons. What are yours? Who are you? You're not a thug, but you're not a cop, either. I can see that."
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Post by acathala on Feb 17, 2020 6:45:40 GMT -5
"A vigilante. I'm here to fight crime. I need a healer I can trust." Tom said to her. "It's probably for the best you don't know my real name. Call me Carter." He remembered that name from a car dealership on the way to this city.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 17, 2020 17:41:45 GMT -5
The woman stares at Tom for a long moment before finally stepping up to him and grasping his arm. Tom could have evaded a woman, but he can read an attack, and this isn't one. He suddenly feels uplifted and energized (full restoration).
"Try not to waste my work for at least a couple of days," she says as she wipes her hands. The process left them very sweaty. "I only heal the needy. Idiots running around getting themselves beaten up aren't needy. I'm only doing this is because you might be able to help the people in the Trench. Next time bring $500, but...if you can get rid of the gang controlling the Trench, I'll lower the fee."
She pulls out a card for the animal sanctuary, then writes a phone number on it. "This is my number. When you need help, call. Don't bother tracing the call. You will go where I tell you to meet me. Don't look for me. Don't come back here. If I see you're being followed, or I find out you're lying to me...you'll never see me again. Understand?"
LESLIE'S DOSSIER IS NOW CLOSED
However, continuing to help Leslie, and earning her trust, will reduce the cost of her healing. Completely earn her trust and it will become free. You might even be able to convince her to join you!
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Post by acathala on Feb 17, 2020 18:08:57 GMT -5
"Understood. Anything I should know about the gang? Other than them being scumbags?"
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 17, 2020 18:44:25 GMT -5
"I'm not sure. I don't really know this gang. They just showed up one day. All I know is the guy with the green cap reports to a man in a white car. He is the one likely to lead you to a drug distributor."
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Post by acathala on Feb 18, 2020 16:37:29 GMT -5
"Then I better be going. Thank you Miss Neal." He heads back to the trench, changing back into his suit in a safe, hidden place. He doesn't immediately approach the dealer, looking for any bodyguards.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 18, 2020 17:59:43 GMT -5
Tom returns to the Trench. He hangs back in the shadows and watches the "leprechaun" work (note: Tom doesn't have the stealthy trait, mind you).
He watches the green-capped man for awhile, but nobody approaches him over the course of the next hour. He also seems to be completely alone. Nobody else seems to be paying any attention to him.
**As I'm sure you've noticed by now, I'm keeping these investigations simple, so some aspects will come off as ridiculously unrealistic
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Post by acathala on Feb 18, 2020 18:24:32 GMT -5
Tom goes over to the man and attempts to beat the shit out of him. This is intended as a power play to intimidate him into submission.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 18, 2020 18:49:29 GMT -5
Attempting to beat up a regular guy isn't much of an attempt, unless you're attempting to beat him up without hurting him.
Whatever the case, it's no contest. Tom walks right up to the guy and punches him in the nose.
"Hey, hey! You looking for so-SNUPF!" the man drops to his rear and grips his nose. Blood pours out.
"What'd you do that for?" the man protests.
Tom responds by kicking him in the leg.
"Ow! What's this all about? Did I sell you some bad shit?"
Tom responds by kicking him in the ribs, then punches him in the head.
"No! Please stop! You're killing me, man!" the dealer cries.
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Post by acathala on Feb 18, 2020 22:42:34 GMT -5
"Who's your supplier?" Tom growled at the dealer. He's poised to inflict more harm on the pathetic pile of human shaped shit.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 19, 2020 1:32:29 GMT -5
"What? What dealer? What are you talking about?"
Tom makes it a point to kick the green cap off the man's head.
"Okay! Okay! I don't know, all right? I just go to the street, drop off the money, pick up the new supply, and then I come back to my post. I've never seen the guy. Well, yeah, I see the guy in the car, but he's just some delivery boy. I swear! I only deal with the delivery guy. I don't know anything about the big man in charge."
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Post by acathala on Feb 19, 2020 18:19:05 GMT -5
"Cell phone. Now." Tom demands menacingly.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 19, 2020 19:06:39 GMT -5
"I don't carry a phone. The police can track that shit, and the drones always scan them for..."
Tom kicks him again.
"All right! All right! It's right here." He removes an object from within a hidden pocket. It looks like a piece of rolled up paper, but upon clicking something, it unrolls into a flexible screen and becomes as stiff and solid as a plastic screen. It immediately lights up with the company logo.
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Post by acathala on Feb 19, 2020 19:24:47 GMT -5
"Don't move unless you like eating through a straw." Tom looks through the call logs, contacts, and messages.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 19, 2020 19:52:39 GMT -5
What's he looking for?
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Post by acathala on Feb 19, 2020 20:03:09 GMT -5
Whom he's been talking to. Messages that might be related to drugs and meets. Dealer has to be doing most of his business on the phone, and whomever is contacting him a lot is probably connected to that world.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 19, 2020 21:05:24 GMT -5
Tom checks the logs. He's not certain about most of them, but there is a log marked "Special Delivery" which the Leprechaun dials nearly every single night and always around 9:30pm.
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Post by acathala on Feb 19, 2020 21:10:57 GMT -5
"So who's special delivery then?" Tom asks in a really threatening way.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 19, 2020 22:18:25 GMT -5
"Ah...well, you know...the delivery guy. For the stuff," he replies.
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Post by acathala on Feb 20, 2020 19:46:55 GMT -5
"So you call him every night around 9.30. Where do you meet?"
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 20, 2020 20:08:41 GMT -5
"Just at the south end of the Trench. The drones don't go by there for some reason," the man replies.
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Post by acathala on Feb 20, 2020 20:23:54 GMT -5
(What's the time right now?)
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 20, 2020 21:26:14 GMT -5
Sometime in the afternoon. You're good.
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Post by acathala on Feb 23, 2020 13:31:48 GMT -5
Tom checks to see if the St Patrick guy has a text message he could copy to send the car guy, to get him to come to the meet.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 23, 2020 18:24:34 GMT -5
This is taking too long, so I'll just say Tom sends a message to the "delivery man" to show up. The message is confirmed and the meet is on.
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Post by acathala on Feb 23, 2020 19:14:53 GMT -5
Tom knocks green boy out. He lets the detective know where the leprechaun is in case he wants an easy bust. Then Tom goes to ambush the thug in the car.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 23, 2020 19:37:12 GMT -5
He's got quite a bit of time to kill until 9:30. Will he do anything or just wait it out?
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Post by acathala on Feb 25, 2020 19:09:05 GMT -5
He will scout out the meet place. Just so there's no surprises.
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Post by TG Barighm on Feb 25, 2020 19:31:56 GMT -5
Tom leaves the Trench, exiting the tunnel into yet another flood channel on the southern side. There he discovers a bit of overgrown real estate with only a fence to reveal that the land once had any use. Driving up to the fence is a bit of heavily worn and pocketed road, possibly an old parking space. Not far beyond is the buildings of the old city, and yet traffic in this area is oddly quiet. Just the odd car or two passes while Tom examines the area.
Tom doesn't see anything of note in the area and, as stated, drones oddly don't pass overhead.
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Post by acathala on Feb 25, 2020 20:22:50 GMT -5
This place was off. Really off. Why was there no drones here? This place was also very quiet. If the gang had the pull to have a drone blackout.. No you'd have to have serious money and pull for that, and so far the guys he was after, felt like a street gang. This was something that bore investigation. Tom starts a dossier on this place. He calls the detective. "Hey there. Who runs the drones? The specific department."
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