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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 12:43:05 GMT -5
Malcolm takes the drink gratefully and drains it slowly, taking comfort in the smooth flavor and smokey tones.
"And who has EntertainMented LLC appointed to manage the day to day operations here?" he asked, relaxing a bit now despite the music still pounding in his skull.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 12:48:04 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that question is beyond my programming," The machine replied, "I would check with some of the regulars on the second floor."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 12:54:14 GMT -5
"Fair enough."Malcolm said, sliding a few Nu Yen into the machine to pay his tab. He took his drink and headed upstairs, still keeping an eye out for Nathan Green.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 13:43:35 GMT -5
Nathan was not to be found. Instead there were numerous men, NOT the club going type, sitting around a low marble table, which held a bottle of some kind of whiskey which Malcom could not afford in ten years, and talking in low tones. The one in charge, as was obvious from the fact that he was the only one who did not obviously have a weapon under his jacket.
"Can I help youse?" he asked gruffly.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 13:54:18 GMT -5
"Looking for the man that runs this joint." he replied, glancing around at those gathered. He was used to dealing with white collars, usually being paid to take the jobs they couldn't be troubled to dirty they're manicured fingers over. Men that made this 'big fish' look like a guppy in comparison. "I assume that's you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 13:56:42 GMT -5
"Close enough," he says in a non-committal way, "Day to Days anyway. What it is?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 14:06:20 GMT -5
"Five Skinnys came gunning for Nathan Green at the bus stop. I gave them lead for their trouble. The kid told me I could expect some kind of compensation and maybe some additional work for my trouble." Malcolm said, relating the story in as few points as possible.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 14:45:46 GMT -5
"Gunning for who?" The man replied, raising his eyebrow.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 14:55:06 GMT -5
"Nathan Green." Malcolm answered. "Claimed to be the frontman in one of your acts."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 15:59:04 GMT -5
One of the men leaned over and whispered something.
"You were in that shoot out at the bus station?" the man asked after a moment suddenly eyeing Malcom in a new light... "Now that is very interesting... What can you tell me about it?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 16:15:46 GMT -5
"Not much unfortunately." Malcolm answered, relieved that he had piqued the manager's interest. "We got off the bus and five Skinnys were waiting with automatic weapons. They just started shooting with Green's squeeze and some business type taking the brunt of the fire. That was as far as they got before I intervened. One got away."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 16:18:34 GMT -5
The man nodded, "I see. Besides you, and those who were slain, and this... Green, who else was on the bus?" he asked.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 16:30:03 GMT -5
Malcolm thought carefully, trying to remember those that were around when the lead started flying.
"A red headed number that proceeded to put her tongue down Green's throat with his girl still bleeding out, a giant in faded sweats, some fool in clothes at least a century out of style, and a little girl."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 16:36:12 GMT -5
"Very good. Anything out of the ordinary about the little girl, that you noticed?" He asked.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 17:18:06 GMT -5
"She had a scream like a banshee." Malcolm said, wondering how why the little girl had become the focus. "Think she was plugged in the whole time."
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