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The Bald Pig Friday, February 17, 2006 Montana James: (Anyways....) She strolls in not looking as worn out as she did last night. Dressed in faded blue jeans, a black T-shirt with the word "Sorry if I looked interested. I'm not." in white letters, over that is a bomber jacket and work books on her feet (steel toe), lastly her hair has some curl to it for a change. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((*G* That's the way renown works, man. And besides, it's not like they coulda passed up the chance...)) *Wanders in himself--the only difference is that his rucksack is much less full--apparently he's left the blankets and mess kit and whatever else he deemed non-essential at home.* Montana James: "Evening..." she smiles as she greets Lance. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Smiles, heading over to her.* Feelin' better? Montana James: "I'm not as tired as I was last night, so I guess that means I'm feeling better." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods, looking around before he wraps an arm around her waist.* It's a good start. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *the roar of his hemi engine can be heard long before his arrival into the clearing* Montana James: She gives him a light kiss when he wrap his arm around her waist. "Dare I admit I a bit nervous about talking to this guy at the bar." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((Drag on in if you wanna help, Twitch.)) *Smiles.* Yeah, you can. But you'll do fine. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *ANd looks up at the sound of the engine, loosening his grip so Montana can step away if she wants. Perfect friggin' timing....* Montana James: She looks toward the noise and does step, just half a step, away from Lance. "Sounds like Lucien's here." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* An' perfect timin', too... *Smiles and steps forward for one quick kiss and back, while they have time for his arrival.* Seems like you're ready. Montana James: She smiles after the kiss, "As ready as I can be, I guess." Montana James: "Two Ahrouns, I guess this means I'm going in alone." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *chuckles.* Well, we'll be plenty ready to tear apart whatever needs tearing apart.. or doesn't need it, actually. Montana James: "How are you going to know if something goes wrong?" Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *Well either he's further than they thought or he's considerate enough to give them time. Its about a good 15 minutes before he makes his way into the clearing, cleaned up and dressed in his typical weekend garb, although a bit more casual.* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: We'll be watchin'. You go for the gun, we'll go for... well, anything that moves and ain't you. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods to Lucien.* How goes it? Ruarc Brónach: *Sides steps from the umbra, in glabro. Least he looks a bit older. Bending over slightly to smooth his jeans down a little before glancing around.* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((*G* Well, crap, if Lance had known he had 15 minutes...)) Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): Alright, considering how I spent most of my free time lately... Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: Evenin', Ruarc... How you stand on Rage? *Ruarc doesn't know the number, of course, and it wouldn't mean anything to Lance if he did, but he can go as far as "not much" or "a holy assload"...* Montana James: (should of spent some XP.. Oh well) "I wish I had gotten more practice with my gun." She looks over at Lucien, "Evening, Lucien." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((*G* I told you that a long while back...)) *Nods.* Up close, it won't make too much difference. Montana James: (Slipped my mind. I'll do it later tonight or tomorrow) "Lets hope guns won't have to come out." Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): Ahh so sounds like you guys didn't hit the bar last night? Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* I don't think they will... Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods to Lucien.* She'd been up since before dawn workin' her ass off, and I wouldn't send her somewhere that might be dangerous with lack of sleep takin' at her alertness. Montana James: Lucien> "Nope, we didn't. I wasn't 100%, work was hellish yesterday." Not that she's 100% tonight, but at least she won't suddenly fall asleep. Montana James: "Evening, Ruarc." Ruarc Brónach: (*kicks this* Bah, I miss update and send being seperate buttons. Was checking moonphase BTW) Hey...*Taking a moment to consider, glancing up at his auspice moon* I'm alright, I suppose. Not looking for a fight so I figure thats a plus. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): Ahh cool, well then... *he concentrates for a moment before shifting to Glabro, glad that he had this outfit dedicated. Unsually he doesn't take on a nehantheral-ish apperace but a more 'rugged' apperance. In addition to about a foot of extra height and more definitive muscle structure, a rather well trimmed gotee forms on his face (Huzza for Fair Glabro!)* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((*G* I'm used to the page updating when you hit 'enter', like it did with WW HTML's. I still hit enter sometimes,t hen check a couple minutes later and realize the message ain't sent.)) *Nods.* Figger you can wander into a bar and not freak 'em out too badly? Ruarc Brónach: (Ahhh I've used http://paulcarlisle.net/old/MoonCalendar.html for a very long time so *C* ) *A slight tilt of his head but then nods* Just like any other gibbous I suppose. Should be fine. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Up for a little trip, to see a fellow leads a gang, at a bar? Ought to have some information on the last leech. Montana James: She's trying not to look nervous about this whole thing. Driving with a bomb in the car didn't make her this nervous, how strange is that. Ruarc Brónach: (Oooo that's a nifty site. Loads faster to boot) Sure, why not. I have nothing better to do. *Nods, sitting near Ash's car* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods, then looks to Mongana and Lucien.* Y'all ready? Montana James: She chuckles, "Well, doesn't that make me feel unimportant." Montana James: "Yeah... Anyone got a car?" Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): ((If you have a decent computer you should install Yahoo! Widgets, the Weather one is nice cause it has the moon phase as a percentage)) *he pats himself down and nods* I'm good to go Montana James: (Weather: Light snow, 5 degree F.) Montana James: (So does the one I sent. *s*) Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((Ouch.... That's freakin' cold... *G* It's 41 here.)) Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *shrugs, smiling at Montana.* You'll still do the talkin'. We just got someone that can be in the same room--which me an' Lucien cain't do. Montana James: She nods, "It's a lot better then me going in alone." Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he pulls out his car keys, letting them dangle* Can seat 5 and drive through malls... Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Chuckles.* Let's save the mall-drivin' 'til after this trip? *Looks around and nods* Should be enough of us, I figger. Montana James: She grins, "Do I get to drive?" Not really expecting to. Ruarc Brónach: Blues Brothers like...*Wait, don't encourage them....* I'm ready. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Chuckles.* C'mon, let's get to the car. Montana James: She chuckles, "Typical guy response. Thinking women can't drive. I knew the answer before I asked the question." Montana James: She nods to Lance, "Lets go." Lucien's driving so waits for him to lead the way to his 'baby'. Ruarc Brónach: *Gets up to follow everyone, slight grin at Lucien's actions* Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he twirls the keys* More like I'm cheap so I don't get to drive her around enough. *starts making his way to the Monarch (Which I really need to actually write a description for)* Montana James: "I won't want to get between you and your baby." she grins and follows Lucien. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Grins.* Probably gets less milage than your truck, Montana. Offer to fill the tank and he'd let you live in it. Montana James: "On our way back we can stop for gas." she chuckles. Montana James: Climbs into the vehicle once they reach it and it's unlocked. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *unlocks the doors and climbs in, securing himself into the driver's seat, waiting for everyone to buckle up before firing up the engine and driving towards their destination* Montana James: Buckles up out of habit. "Anyone recall the man's name?" Ruarc Brónach: *Just climbs in, seeming in a quiet mood. Though paying attention to the things that go by on the drive* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Jaeger, I think. Cole Jaeger. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *The Bald Pig, as Lance informs Lucien, isn't a terribly long drive, and although the bar itself is an old, cheap dive, the two cars sitting in front of the place probably add up to a hundred and fifty grand between them.* Montana James: She nods, "Good, it would be a little difficult to convince him that I'm there on Kyle's behalf if I didn't know his name." Ruarc Brónach: *Glances at Montana hearing her say Kyle. Blinks a few times. Almost decides to share info but decides against it. Once there he just waits for instructions* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Looks out the window.* Lucien, you wanna park here? They'll alredy know she ain't alone, and seein' us might help him decide to play nice. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he parks the car cutting the engine, turning back to look at Lance and Montana who are probally in the back bench seat rather than being one of them up front in the bucket seats* So whats gonna be the plan? Montana James: She didn't catch Ruarc look or she would asked if she missed something. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: Montana goes in. She asks to talk to Cole, tells him Kyle sent her and she needs to know what he's found out about 'mo'. Montana James: "Hopefully, I can go in get to talk to Cole and get what infomation is was gathering for Kyle. Without incident." Montana James: She grins a bit, when she speaks at the same time as Lance. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Chuckles.* Except as usual, Montana knows what's goin' on bettern' I do. Also, see if there's anything we can do to keep on his good side. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): And we're just here for insurance then... okay sounds doable. Montana James: "I'm not going to promise him anything." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods to Monatana.* Definitely. Just tell him y ou'll relay it to Kyle. If it ~does~ hit the fan--although I really don't think it will, then draw the gun and head for the door. We'll come in through the window, so you won't be in our way. Montana James: She nods to Lucien, "You got it." Montana James: She nods to Lance, "Got it." She looks at Ruarc, "Ready?" Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Ruarc, you just stay close by and look mean. All you gotta do. Ruarc Brónach: Yeah...Lance, just need to tell you something real fast. *nodding for him to step to the side.* If you don't mind? Ruarc Brónach: *Steps around with him, glancing around before dropping his voice* Montana James: She takes a breath after Lance and Ruarc step out. She'll wait until they are finished before climbing out herself. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he gives them a slow ten count before he steps out of the car, locking it up before glancing about* Montana James: She'll step out after Lucien... and waits. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* I'll dot hat part, then. Later. *Nods to Montana and squeezes her hand.* You'll do fine. Montana James: She returns the squeeze. "See you soon." she says before releasing his hand. As soon as Ruarc is ready she heads for the bar's entrance. Ruarc Brónach: *Glances to Montana, just waiting to follow her. Already glaring a bit, gettng into character it would seem* Montana James: In that case, she heads inside with Ruarc following her like a bodyguard or something. Ruarc Brónach: (Damn thing) *Does as Lance told him, Following Montana a few feet behind. Defently there to watch her back. * Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *Leans against the car, nice and thug-like, watching.* Montana James: She doesn't give the impression of bad ass chick, but she does hold a certian confidence about her. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he leans against the car waiting with Lance, twirling the keys in his right hand* Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *Inside, the bar is warm, almost hot. An old, balding fellow stands behind the bar, and two guys lounge carelessy against the wall, near a guy who must be Cole. Dude's friggin' huge, heavy-muscled, with light blue eyes and blonde-white hair. If the Aryan nuts knew about this guy they'd be tryin' to get pictures of him for recruitment posters.* Montana James: She looks around the place, noting possible ways out or at the very least the doors and hallways in the place and the number of people present. She could assume which one is Cole, but decides to 'play it safe" moving toward the bar first. Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *The bartender nods, wiping the none-too-clean bar with a none-too-clean rag.* What'll it be, hon? Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *The bartender nods, wiping the none-too-clean bar with a none-too-clean rag.* What'll it be, hon? Ruarc Brónach: *Follow Montana, looking the place over. The various hoodloom peeps. Just following Montana's lead* Montana James: "Just business with Mr. Jaeger." Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *He nods and gestures to the table.* Go to it, then. Montana James: She looks over at the table, "Thanks." She really should have taken Kyle up on coming to meet this guy before. She'd at least have her foot in the door then. She starts to weave her way over to the table where Cole is sitting. Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *Cole looks up.* Yeah? Montana James: "I'm here on Kyle's behalf." Ruarc Brónach: *Just stands a little ways off from her, to the side so he can see the 3 men. Eyeing the two Cole sits with more then Cole himself.* Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): *Grunts. Apparently that wasn't what he had hoped to hear.* Hae a seat, then, cutie, and talk to me. Montana James: She smirks a bit when he grunts, she can guess what he was thinking. She then takes a seat after looking the other two men over. "I'm here to listen more then talk.. you've got information I believe." Keeping her voice quiet, even though they are the only ones there at the moment. Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): I got information in exchange for a favor. Eight men were supposed to be dead. Three fuckin' months ago. "You got it, partner"--did Kyle mention those words to you? Partner, my fuzzy white ass. Well, now there ain't eight, there are twenty, and they're causin' me a shitload of trouble. So what the hell is Kyle promising now? Montana James: She might kill Kyle herself if he were here right now, but she remains calm, "I didn't come here with any promises from Kyle. I'm here for the information." Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): Well, at least it ain't a load of bullshit. Alright, I got the information. Jim, get her the file on the twenty. *One of the men straightens--a quick eye may notice a pistol in his jacket--and heads to a back room, coming back out with a folder.* This is the information on those twenty. We don't do no partner shit here. When Kyle kills them, and I see them all dead in the paper, then I'll get you the rest of the information. And anything else after that is case-by-fuckin'-case. We clear? Ruarc Brónach: *Watches the guy get up, eyes following him before glancing back to the two remaining. Just listening* Montana James: "What deals you make with Kyle in the future is up to him. I won't make promises for him." She quirks a brow at the file before she picks it up, "Half the information isn't going to endear him to your so called 'partnership'." Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): Well, not coming up on his end of the bargain didn't endear me to it. That's the information on the people he promised he was gonna kill for me. Bastards are holed up, they've been recruiting, and they've been hurting my business--becaus einstead of takin' 'em out, I was waiting for my "partner" to take care of the matter. That was the deal--the information for the killings. The old information, anyway. Why do you expect me to hand out even more with absolutely jack-shit for results? Montana James: This is not going well she thinks to herself. "Perhaps a reminder of the old information would help? Then I could present to to Kyle and we could go from there." Montana James: (Damn I did catch that.) Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): A reminder of the old information? What the hell did he do with what I gave him? The bastard promises work in exchange for information, doesn't come through with the work, and then wants the information again? Is there a point in time where this shit starts making sense? Montana James: she looks at the file, "The deal was for eight... you have twenty listed here." Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): The deal was for the gang. The gang grew, because he didn't do a damn thing about them. If he'd pulled his weight, it would have been eight. Ruarc Brónach: *Just stands like the body guard he is....though he can't help but consider the grave Montana might be digging them. Eye's moving to Cole as he gets a bit upset* Montana James: "The deal was eight, not twenty.." she says firmly. Lance Kilkenny (And ST!!): And the eight are still alive. After three months. Either you have the boys workin' for you kill the twenty, or you get exactly what you paid for. And it's moure chance than you should get--your boys screwed me once already. Montana James: Wonders when she suddenly became the 'boss'... "This information will be relayed..." she stays and steps away from the table, closing and tucking the folder under her arm. Redneck ST (Buggerin' computer): *Nods.* The addresses for the boys are there, along with what they had at last notice. Do 'em, gimme a few days to find out and check for myself, and then we'll do business. Ruarc Brónach: *Straightens abit as Montana gets up, getting ready to follow. Doing so once she moves, following her lead* Redneck ST (Buggerin' computer): *Lance actually signs with relief as Montana walks back out.* ((and switching nicks. There was gonna be more, before I saw the time--and working late tonight didn't help with that; my bad there.)) Montana James: She raises her hand, kind of like dismissing the guy as she moves toward the door. Montana James: Once outside she heads straight for Lucien's car. As much as she wants to puke right now she not gonna do it right in front of the bar. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *And holds the door for her.* Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he waits for everyone to get in before driving off, he waits a minute a bit* So whats the deal? Montana James: Climbs into the car before she hands the file over to Lance. Ruarc Brónach: *Slips into the car, grinning abit.* Well that wasn't too bad. Montana James: When they are a fair distance away from the bar she speaks up, "Stop the car.. stop the car." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Sets the file down and looks at her, then nods.* Lucien>>Stop. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he doesn't hesitate to stop one bit just ideling for the time* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Reaches across her to push the door open, and slides out right behind her. She's gonna need someone to hold her hair.* Montana James: As soon as the car stops she climbing out even if she has to climb over some one.. Hurrying to the side of the road to empty the contents of her stomach. It's a few minutes before she's ready to get back into the car. Montana James: She quietly thanks Lance before getting back into the car. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *And holds her hair. Yeah, he's a nice guy, but it ain't just that--Lucien wouldn't let them back in the car if she got it on her hair. ..* Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he glances towards Ruarc moving to turn the radio on* So what went down inside? Montana James: Once back inside the car... "He's not going to give us any information until Kyle's side of their deal is done." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Kyle's side of their deal? Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *once everyone is settled back in he continues on back towards the yard* Montana James: She nods, "Yeah, he was suppose to kill eight people. But since that gang has recruited people, he wants twenty killed." Ruarc Brónach: Well, seem Kyle made a deal to off 8 guys. A gang that was giving the guy some troubles. So I guess Kyle made the deal to kill these guys and in return get the information that we went after. Well, Kyle never got around to it. So the gang grew, it's now 20 guys for the same old information. Which may or may not have anything to do with what we want I'm thinking. *Shrugs a bit, glancing towards the two outside* Nerves I guess. She did good though. Montana James: (Adjusts posts to make sense. *s*) Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Grunts.* And instead of coverin' on his deal, he's off... What did you say he was at, Ruarc? Blowin' up a church in England, or somethin'? Montana James: She blinks at what Lance says, "He's what?" Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Ruarc told me earlier today, and I'm guessin' he just got the news. Ruarc Brónach: Ireland from what I heard. *More then frowns, grumbling.* It's what I heard. Crazy shit but he told me that his dad did something like it too... Montana James: She just shakes her head, too many things running through her mind for her to put any of them into words. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): 20, did he say how he wanted to verify that they were dead? Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Sighs.* Well, these twenty guys... they're what's in the file? Montana James: She pushes Kyle to the back of her mind, it takes her several minutes to do that but she manages to do it so she can deal with tonight. "Cole expects the gang to be taken care of, though I didn't say it would be done." Ruarc Brónach: Read it in the newspaper. *Smiles to Lucien* Montana James: Lance> "Yeah, their address are in there...." ----- Lucien> "He mention seeing the deaths in the newspaper." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Well, if they're another gang, it's not like we're taking out ASPCA members here.... Let's see what we can find out and decide from there what we're gonna do. If they need killin' I don't mind killin' 'em, but I've got a bit more restrictive opinion of what 'needs killin' means... Montana James: She nods... closing her eyes as her stomach churns some more. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Puts a hand on Montana's shoulder.* You alright? Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): Hmmm thats not good... if we do go through with this it means we gotta be careful cause if he wants to see it in the paper then that means its gotta be something big and something thats going to be investigated into. Montana James: "I'll be okay." she mutters, "just finding my center again." what ever the hell that means. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: Lucien>>That many folks dead is bound to make the papers.... *Squeezes her shoulder.* Your center? Montana James: "If he can confirm this people are dead... he did mention having their heads, I think. I've got to clear my mind so I can rmember things correctly." Montana James: She opens her eyes and looks at Lance, "I'm okay." she touches his hand that on her shoulder. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *shrugs.* Having someone's head is more like a figure of speech, Montana. If I'm gonna have someone's head for something, it doesn't even really mean they'll die, it just means we're gonna have trouble. Montana James: "I don't know if he meant it that way." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Well, if not we'll have to hope, because I'm not doin' any Highlander shit. Montana James: "You know what was strange.. the guy never asked for my name." Montana James: She looks out the back window to see if they are being followed. Ruarc Brónach: *Tilts his head a bit at Montana's statment* That is a little wierd. Didn't realize that. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nobody's following them... And traffic's pretty light in this area, this time of night, so it's not that Montana can't spot the tail, it's pretty certain there's really nobody following them.* Probably figured you'd give him a fake one. Montana James: She watches a bit longer before turning back around. "Or he already knows who I am." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *shakes his head.* How would he know that? Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *it doesn't take long before they're back at the yard. He cuts the engine parking realtively close, its late enough that it shouldn't matter too much* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Steps out and holds the door for Montana.* Montana James: She grabs the file and steps out, unless Lance has the file, then she just steps out of the car. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Forgot it, so Montana has the thing.* We'll need to find out what we can from those files, and put a plan together... Montana James: She nods, she'll look over the file with the others... whether or not she gives her opinion remains to be seen. Montana James: Heads on into the yard with whoever else is going that way. Ruarc Brónach: *Just follows everyone, heading to the washer and digging around for something tasty* Thirsty, anyone? Montana James: Ruarc> "A bottle of water if there's any left." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Heads in thataway himself.* Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he locks up once everyone is out* Probally wanna tail 'em for a while till they're all gathered for a meeting or something. Dunno if a bomb would be best seeing that would probally take longer before they actually release names of folks killed. Montana James: (Review the file now or wait for the info through e-mail, then discuss it?) Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((*G* Dammit, hit the enter key again.)) Beer'd be good... *Speaks quietly to Montana.* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods to Lucien.* And make sure they're actually folks we wanna do something about. Montana James: "Or make it look like a rival gang hit them." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((*G* I'll give a rundown on it, and folks that wanna examine them more carefully, I'll come up with more in Email. BRB, though.)) Ruarc Brónach: *Digs the requested items out and brings them to each person. Seeming in no particular order. * Montana James: (okay) She nods to Ruarc as she takes the bottle of water, "Thanks." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((back.)) *Nods, cracking his beer.* That's an idea. *whispers something else to Montana.* Montana James: She shakes her head before she speaks quietly to Lance. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): We'd need 9-mils for that, they'd be quite suspect why a gang war had no bullets fired... Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): err well on one side at least. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods to Lucien.* One or two and a few clips ought to do it. For the rest, we can just fire off some of their ammo. Montana>>Still.... Ruarc Brónach: *Sits, listening* Montana James: "Someone here must know where guns could be bought under the radar, so to speak." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* True, but we'd have to afford them anyway. Might as well get some .22-caliber RM-150's from the Wal-Mart, too. We'll still need 30-round clips, but you can convert them things with a paperclip if you're in a hurry. Montana James: She starts to skim over the file. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *shakes his head, speaking quietly to Montana again.* Montana James: Still skimming as she asks, "Ruarc, do you have any ideas?" Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *leans close to say something else to Montana, and keeps a hand on her shoulder--the same shoulder he's reading over.* Montana James: "Finding these people won't be difficult. As long as these address are correct." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *And it's complete dossiers. Only two of them don't have criminal records, and both have a small string of suspected crimes from drug dealing to arson to extortion of prostitution. It's a gang, after all, and at least that problem's done with--these are indeed bona fide criminals.* Ruarc Brónach: *Tilts his head at Montana, blinking a few times.* Not really Umm scout them out first. See whats up. Maybe get one of us inside? Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: Addresses are included, along with blueprints of the headquarters. Also plate numbers ~and~ VIN numbers for their vehicles. Kyle could have told them, were he present, that Cole is an obsessive record-keeper--and of course a ream or two of blackmail ammo is a good way to help keep your gang in line.* Montana James: "None of them are innocent, except maybe two of them." still it's not easy for her to think about them being killed for information. Montana James: "Cole is a scumbag, but a thorough scumbag." She looks up at Ruarc, "Get someone inside the gang?" Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *he stiffles a yawn* Oh I think I'll check out that file tomorrow or something, hopeful whatever info we'll get from this will actually be worth the trouble it seems like we might have to go through just to do this. I think I'm gonna go check up on my 'house guest'. You all have a good night. *he waves before moving off into the maze* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* Hell, they got a string... *Turns a page over to have a look.* Murder, extortion, pimping... Only a few of the rapes and arsons and such--the usual thug crimes... these guys ain't just in it for entertainment, they're pullin' in the cash... Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Smiles.* Tell her I said 'hi'. Montana>>It's possible... but it'd have to be a Kinfolk. Which means no women, because if it's like the gangs I hear tell of there's a ritual to get in. That leaves us with Morde--and I doubt a college professor's got what it takes to join a gang of criminals--and the chopper pilot. Ruarc Brónach: *Waves to Lucien* Night...*Looking back to Lance and nodding a bit* So, no mercy and maybe pick up some useful stuff? Montana James: Lucien> "Lance will have the file, just get it from him tomorrow." She pauses, "I hope you house guest is feeling better, and thanks for coming alone tonight." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: Ruarc>>So far, but I wanna have every angle covered. Something about this just gives me the feelin' that I've already got my foot in a bucket of somethin' warm and brown. Lucien "Open Arms, Closed Fist" Cassel (TCFB): *and then the sound of his engine can be heard as he drives away* ((And I'm starting to fade here. Night all)) Montana James: (Good night.) Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: ((Later, mang.)) Ruarc Brónach: (Night Luc p) *Just nods to lance, sipping the soda he took earleir. * Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Looks over the file, thinking.* Montana James: "I think I'll make a copy of this file tomorrow." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Smiles.* Perfect idea. And I was wonderin' how to divide up the time. Montana James: "Divide up the time?" Montana James: She finished looking the file over for now, letting Lance look them over at his leisure. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* So all of us could look at the same file. Montana James: She looks over at Ruarc, "Thanks for coming along tonight." Montana James: "Oh..." she shakes her head a bit, "My minds not all here, sorry." Ruarc Brónach: Umm no problem. You feeling better? *Glancing between the two then at the file, takes another sip of his coke* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *shrugs.* Don't worry 'bout it. Mine never is. Montana James: Ruarc> "yeah, I'm alright.." She looks at the file, "Come and have a look if you want." Montana James: "Excuse me for a minute." she hands the file over to Lance before she stands up. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* You're alright? Montana James: She nods, as she moves off behind a pile of junk with the bottle of water in her hand. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Shrugs. Five bucks says she's crying, but even he ain't dumb enough to say so. He'll give it a few minutes before heading back there.* Montana James: Nope, she's not crying. Just rinsing out her mouth and catching her breath. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Good thing he didn't say anything about cryin', ain't it? Closes the folder, looking around.* Hell. Montana James: she waves Lance back and follows him back to the clearing, "See, told you I was fine." Ruarc Brónach: *He watches them leave and then moves to pick the file up to sift through it. * Montana James: "Find something?" Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Comes back with her, then.* Nothing new. Montana James: Glances at ruarc with the file, doesn't say anything, lets him look it over. He might find something or have a few more ideas. She'll move over to 'her' chair and sit down so she does interrupt Ruarc. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Leans against a junkpile, thinking.* I can break into the library tomorrow after they close, check some of this info--just the names and crimes I can fnd on the net, and see if this is stuff they really did or stuff Cole made up. Montana James: "Or I can go and do that." she pauses, "You know it would be easier if I just got a computer and internet access." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Smiles.* After you already blew a bunch of money on a loft? Ruarc Brónach: (Sorry, sorta got distracted) *He just reads over the various papers, seeming to take his sweet time. If he's paying attention to the to, it's hard to notice* Montana James: "I wouldn't say I blew the money." she chuckles for the first time since they got back. "But you're right, I really don't have the money for a computer right now." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* And I can pop in and out of the library with no trouble at all. T-1 line, Lexis-Nexis, all that good stuff. Montana James: "If I had the money, I would have bought the building out right." Montana James: "Okay." she doesn't argue over the matter. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *chuckles.* Likely. Montana James: She stands up again, moves over to Lance, leaning close to whisper to him. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods, replying quietly.* Ruarc Brónach: *Sets the file down then wanders back to where he was sitting, picking up the forgotten soda* Well, tonight went well. Think I'll go and find some sleep. Night Ms. James, Rhya. *Gives a little smile before tossing the can where it belongs and sidesteps* Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods.* We'll have another copy for you tomorrow. *Looks at Montana and grins a moment.* I can still wait a few minutes, if you want. Montana James: She looks over at Ruarc, "Nothing to add about the file?... Good night, Ruarc." Montana James: "You don't have to wait." She goes to gather up the file. "I'm ready.." Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *Nods and stands, tossing the rest of his beer.* Let's head on home, then. Montana James: She actually smiles a little as she heads out with Lance. Lance ''Rides-the-Storm'' Kilkenny: *And leaves with Montana, headed out into the city.* (('Nite, ma'am.)) Ruarc Brónach: (*Plays is zombie like* Night....*Thuds*) Montana James: (Good night, guys.)
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