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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 18, 2012 16:33:55 GMT -5
Darod Clan's street, they be Somalis.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 18, 2012 16:37:15 GMT -5
Tyler pulled up a couple blocks from his destination, he took the pistol and put it in the back of his pants and took all three of his clips for it in his pockets. He let out a large breath, he had no idea what he was doing. He then started forward.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 18, 2012 22:43:37 GMT -5
As Tyler get's within line of sight of the Darod clan's high rise, he sees a flock of birds alight from the roof top. He doesn't see anyone, but gets the intense feeling of being watched.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 19, 2012 11:54:12 GMT -5
He shudders slightly and continues forwards, he scans the streets for a marker or something to give away the gang's stronghold.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 19, 2012 14:58:34 GMT -5
The barricades constructed of burned out cars tells Tyler what he needs to know. As he approaches a man stands, shirtless except for bandoleers of ammunition, behind a 30 mm coaxial machine gun welded to a hand made turret on the back of a small Fukiyama truckster. Two other men with old soviet-era weaponry are near by and examine him with poorly-feigned disinterest.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 20, 2012 15:03:03 GMT -5
He turns around and heads back to the car, hoping he can get a hold of his patrons.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 20, 2012 15:18:18 GMT -5
The car has a built in communications system, with a preprogrammed number, no name attached.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 20, 2012 16:01:18 GMT -5
He called the number and waited to see who picked up the other end.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 20, 2012 16:02:16 GMT -5
The voice picked up and said something in Japanese that Tyler happened to know meant hello.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 20, 2012 17:11:40 GMT -5
"I need to talk to your boss."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 20, 2012 21:52:37 GMT -5
"You speak to me," the voice replied.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 21, 2012 17:57:31 GMT -5
"I found the guys who killed someone important in your organization. But I need some help."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 21, 2012 19:59:01 GMT -5
"What do you need?" Came the reply.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 22, 2012 8:47:44 GMT -5
"There are a lot of dangerous looking Somalis with large guns down here, I need people to help me out."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 22, 2012 8:50:06 GMT -5
"No can do." The voice replied. "We can't go down there, that's why we hired you. Figure it out."
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