Billy Goat Gruff

[The Smith]

Sam stared at him a long moment, "I think she was on it when I got on..." He shook his head, "Not important but what I meant was... can you baby sit for me? She hardly ever moves."

[The Stranger]

Troll looked at the girl nervously, but then nodded.. "mmm... Alright." he said. "When you coming back?"

[The Smith]

"As soon as I can. Once I am out I will turn on my phone. If you need me just mail me bridge, and I will come back." Sam said. "I can not tell you how much I owe you. Thanks."

[The Stranger]

"Alright," Troll replied, with a nod. "good luck."

[The Smith]

Sam got up, and cleaned off his cup before putting it away. His mind burned through plans. He walked over to the little girl, and rubbed her head, then walked through the door into the night.

Sam walked into the night, and then he said, "Tabby turn off stealth mode, and run that search for Dr Carpenter." He made sure he was several blocks from the Trolls abode.

[The Stranger]

"she is the head of science research at the Corporate Welfare and Rehabilitation Center. She graduated from Aeneas University in Neuroscience, and did her residence in St. Troy Hospital in the Upstate RDZ. She disappears from the grid for three years after that, before reappearing in Undercity."

[The Smith]

Sam smiled to himself. Neuroscience. He had known it. Alright time to go see her. He started walking toward the Camp.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

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Malcolm arrived at the Todt Brodge building, feeling more like himself again now that he was geared up. He made his way to the steel metal door and rapped his cybernetic knuckles against it twice, before dropping the hand down to the revolver at his hip. He did not know whether the occupant had offered the information to his employer willingly or if a hostile force was waiting for him inside.

[The Stranger]

A small slot opened in the door.

"Yeah?"

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"I'm here for the pickup." he said simply. "Heard your babysitting."

[The Stranger]

"Can't hear you, say that again?" The voice behind the slot said.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Malcolm growled. He was not soft spoken. Years yelling orders in the middle of firefights had seen to that. Whoever was on the other side of the door was either deaf or stalling.

"I'm here for the girl." he replied, an edge to his tone. "Open up."

[The Stranger]

There was a roar, and the feeling of fire brushed past Malcom's face, and he felt the sudden impression of having been slammed in the face by the biggest meanest man he'd ever met. He realized shortly after he was on his back staring up at the bridge above. Touching his face confirmed that he was bleeding from a gaping hole in the side of his face and lower neck, although miraculously it seemed, he wasn't dead.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Malcolm groaned in pain, staring up at the bridge above as blood pooled around his head. He held his good hand to the side of his face, trying to slow the bleeding as he got to his feet. As he stood, his arm transformed to reveal the hidden gun. He supposed that's what he got for trying to take the nonviolent approach. He lifted the arm cannon as the barrels began rotating rapidly, intent on shredding the door and hopefully the son of a bitch behind it.

[The Stranger]

Malcom swayed a bit as he reached his feet, but eventually the roar of the minigun put him in his element. He could see sparks from where the rounds were ricocheting off the heavy metal door at a tremendous volume of fire. Eventually he could see larger holes were beginning to develop in the steel, enough to at least stick one's arm through.