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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 11:08:24 GMT -5
Tyler headed down the street, until he was well out of view of the parking lot where the attack took place, and all those weirdo bus passengers. He was still trying to figure out what the hell that was all about when a long black sedan with heavily tinted windows pulled up along side him, and began matching his pace.
The window rolled down, and a heavily tattooed arm reached out from the window, and crooked a finger at him.
"Excuse me.," said a voice, in English with a slight accent, "We'd like to talk to you if you would be so kind." Despite the politeness Tyler got the impression it was not a request.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 6, 2012 16:54:12 GMT -5
He sighed and stepped off the curb. He came up to the window and bent over slightly so he could see into the car. "Yes?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 17:41:15 GMT -5
As he approached the car stopped and the door opened, "Get in" said the voice, which belonged to a young Japanese man about Tyler's age in a white tank top that showed off numerous tattoos and slick backed oily hair.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 6, 2012 17:48:54 GMT -5
He squeezes into the car and sits diagonally,"Next time you should rent a stretch limo or something." He grunts and finally finds a place slightly comfortable.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 19:09:45 GMT -5
The Japanese does not seem impressed by this remark. "A man of great esteem in our organization was killed recently," he said, "You were there. This is completely unacceptable for obvious reasons, however due to the nature of certain events we are unable to take action." The man said. "You are aware of appearance of the attackers, most particularly the one who escaped, so it was felt... by my superiors, that you may be a useful partner in dealing with this problem of ours. Are we in agreement so far?"
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 6, 2012 19:31:10 GMT -5
He nodded,"I can describe the man, but I'm guessing that's not all of the request."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 21:33:54 GMT -5
"Well one individual Somali is not of interest to us. We want to know who hired them. So you'll have to... work your way back up the food chain. We can provide some level of support, informational and financial, but as I said, due to... constraints, we're otherwise limited in what we're able to do. Can you do this for us? We would be... appreciative, and we are loyal friends."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 6, 2012 22:49:05 GMT -5
He thought about it for a second, weighed his options, and quickly came to a decision."Yeah I can do this, what kind of help are we talking about." His hands started to shake slightly, so he sat on them."I'm guessing you are Yakuza, who was he? I also have his pistol."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 6:16:10 GMT -5
"He was Oyabun," Tyler didn't speaker Japanese but he guessed that was a rank of importance in the Yakuza, "Coming in from Corporate Spire to oversee operation of importance. Traveling incognito to limit attention, but apparently unsuccessful. You may keep the pistol. Slaying his killers with it will no doubt please his spirit. If you are in agreement, you will find two thousand nuyen in script in the center console, and some equipment in the trunk. The vehicle it is yours now." He opened the door on his side, and stepped out of the car. Tyler heard a thunk that suggested the driver had done the same.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 8, 2012 11:54:13 GMT -5
Tyler got out and walked around to the driver seat, he adjusted the seating and got in. He checked the center consul and moved his gun to it. He decided to go cruising, find a seedy bar, and look into this whole shooting thing.
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Hope you all are well and happy.