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ooc to sc: if by velo you mean her bike, hector put it in the bed of his pickup along with blackburn. since nobody mentioned removing it, it's still back there.

hector slaps his phone closed as a grin spreads across his face. "seems that infocomp bitch fortenot who was snooping around the apartment is off the case. legal trouble it seems. public says meet his replacement at the fish keg, look for an overdressed russian... so corrie, how far to your apartment?"

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oh come on grim, how can you keep a place like despair.com hidden from the community.

just reecently changed mine, after several years with the old demo dick marcinco quote. the new one's an ironicly funny line from collateral, i couldent help but laugh when tom deadpaned the line.

i'm currently at work on a runner/smuggler concept, as discussed earlier with dog soldier. learned about vector thrust vehicles as a national guard REMF, now he's working like mad to pay off his own av and get out from under his creditors.

in this case, it's a refference to rigormortis, a process of muscle contraction and general hardning of the body following some houres after death. thus, the games have become mortified.

hector's taking what he beought in, just what's on his person. he'll rev up the truck and drive where corrie directs him

hector slaps the phone closed and pockets it. "public says he's cool. he's in on this thing too... ok then, let's go grab your kit and then set up a meeting with this suit."

"well, he has been in da public's safe house, and i want to know why. dont get settled in just yet, if i dont like his answer we're blowing out of here."

hector flips out his phone and dials up joe q. "hey joe, what's the 411 on this fontenot character. the card says he's infocomp, figured maby he was up in here wiring the place for sound or some shit."

ooc: got it

ic:

les stumbles into the room still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, aparently drawn by the smell of breakfast. his hair has the natural bed head dischevled look going on, and he's dressed simply in his boxers and an undershirt. groggily he makes his way over to the coffee maker and mixes up a cup of the black liquid. as you might expect, being a theif, he's not much of a morning person. "so what's cooking aubrey."

ooc: comp, i'm still waiting on that awarness check from the last tread

after entering the safe house les aproaches patrizia and jin jin, adding his jacket to the pile and enquiring. "do you think you can get theese blood smears off my jacket, mister no head seems to have bled all over it." while he's there, since jin is aparently cavorting around naked, he takes a moment to asses weather she's really as young as she claims to be. after that, it's a quick run to his bunk to retrive his cleaning kit before finaly linking up with aubry in the living room where he sets about cleaning his piece. "ahh thanks, yeah this sure is a good little gun as long as you look after it. kindof sucks though, you've got to clean it every couple of mags or have it dripping in kleen boar nanno, otherwise it fouwls up the works... kindof like those first run m-16's did from what i've read. the company issued this revised eddition with a couple o-rings on the barrle housing to stop it fouling from dust and whatnot, but firing still gums it up. but then again, i dont usualy shoot that many rounds on a job, so it's yet to be anything but an annoyance at the range so far."

les makes his way into the garrage and examins the second booster he dropped. he's a bit taken aback by lao's mutilation, and chooses to converse with aubry instead. "damn, cant belive i dropped this guy on blind cover fire... still, better lucky than good i supose. here." les produces the keys to the vehicles from his pocket and hands aubry the set to the van. "here's the keys to the van if you want to throw his stuff in there, i'll go drag the other guy inside." les walks back outside to search and then drag in the headless booster.

hector grunts his disaproval "or maby he was in here wiring the place for sound and forgot his overnight bag. lets call the man and find out who this vato is before we get too comfortable here."

i'm still in, just wish we could get things moving a bit more quickly.

hector finishes up his trapsing and takes a seat next to sylvain on the couch. "look chica, this stuff just go's with the job comprende? in our lines of work people get fracked off, and they've usualy got long memories, so you've alwayse got to be looking for some old enemy to spring shit on ya or you just dont last. you get what i'm saying?"

les fires off a quick salvo of 3 rounds at the doorway before taking off at a dead sprint to his right, in search of cover.

hector looks around to assure himself this is infact a room for dwelling bafore he shots the door and draws a pistol. he methodicaly tramps through the place, looking for anyplace sombody might hide.

les adjusts his aim slightly so his lazer sight bounces onto the mook's head. the barrle emmits a low *click*thud* *click*thud* as the supressed action does it's part in sending 2 rounds downrange at the gangers head.

that's a called dubble tap to the head at point blank range, with aid of a lazer sight in game speak.

comp: we need the initiative check here to see who acts first, and distance to target would help.

"gracias mejo" hector hands the kid 2 crinkled euro notes as they walk down towards the room.

"apartmento dose, por favor?" hector enquires with the boy, jesturing which direction he should go.

les seeks out some suitable cover aprox 5 meters from the entrance and trains his pistol on the door.

"this is the combat zone, every building gets robbed some time or another, and we cant take risks. we've got suprise but they've got an asault rifle, now let's just do this."