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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Dec 31 2015, 04:31 AM Post #3601 |
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Okay, Brandon is coming with me. That means I don't need to worry about figuring out which way we came from. Frankly, Antonio had been a little out of it -- not just when they entered the city, but for most of the day. He had been on mental autopilot as they drove here, so he didn't actually remember how they got into the city. But with Emily in the backseat, she could at least point him in the right direction. The casino itself was pretty unmistakable as long as he could find the right road. "I'm ready." Wasn't much of a point in waiting around. |
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| Strompy | Jan 1 2016, 11:55 AM Post #3602 |
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"Anything new?" Jake asked as he sat with his feet resting on the coffee table. In his lap was a titty magazine he'd been idly thumbing through. His frustration was almost radiating off him. "You know, if you want you can have a few minutes alone with that. I can't judge you. An' no. Nothing new." Romain informed him lowering the binoculars he was watching town hall through. "I'm good, I like to wait. I'm this close to sealing the deal with Iris." Jake retorted. "That's never gonna happen." Romain promised him with a grin. "She's down to fuck, I know it. Even if I'm not at the top of my game, she's got to be getting desperate too." Jake assured him. "Not questioning your game, and I know she's desperate, but it's not gonna happen. She's a lesbian. She eats out other bitches. She does not fuck with dudes. I keep telling you." Romain asserted with mounting frustration. "Your evidence for this is what again? She walks..." "Like a fuckin' dude. Yeah. She walks like a man. She has a manly, lesbian, walk. Even the way she talks, you can tell. You would recognise that if you weren't desperate. Who knows, maybe she'll get so desperate she'll settle for a dicking. You're gonna die from blueballs before that happens." Romain insisted. Jake said something back to him. Disagreeing with him no doubt, maybe taking a jab at him about sleeping with Val who was in her late fifties at least. It was something they did. They never seemed to agree on anything, even so Jake was pretty much Romain's favorite person to spend time with, and he got the feeling it was mutual. Now there was no TV and no internet, and pretty much nobody else, somebody who just kept your wits sharp, and your conversational skills up was the best kind of entertainment, aside from one particular activity. Whatever it was Jake challenged him with he didn't hear. Movement got his attention. "Yo, yo, hold up. Got movement." he told Jake, who stood up and joined him at the window, p[ulling out his own pair of binoculars. "Just one car. Looks like one person too." Jake observed. "They're headed... west. Radio it in?" Romain asked, and Jake nodded. Their verbal sparring abated for the moment. They were both nervous. They had a system. People disturbed the system. Another group in town with guns was bad news. Especially when they had so much to steal, and there were always those who'd kill for it. "Hey. He's back." Jake said. He was right. One car with one guy in it. Only this time it didn't stop back at town hall. It kept going. "He's headed for the Lion." ... Antonio had given Emily a few minutes to move into position. He dropped her off one street over and took a scenic route to circle back around. She hustled as fast as she could, staying low, sticking to back yards where there was plenty of cover. Eventually she made her way into position across the street from the Red Lion. She had to crawl her way into position there, which was a bitch after the ground had been absorbing direct sunlight all day. She was laying down in a small garden beneath a tree and with ample shrubbery to cover her. It'd take a particularly sharp spotter to notice her there. After a minute or two of waiting eventually she heard the car approaching. Antonio pulled up on the street outside the Red Lion. He didn't exit the car immediately. Good, take your time with it, you're in charge. Let them wait on you. Let them sweat. she thought approvingly. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 1 2016, 09:58 PM Post #3603 |
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Antonio's eyes were closed while his lips silently recited a short list of Bible verses. Verses he had grown accustomed to reciting in his head -- both as a makeshift prayer to God and a way to steel his resolve for the future. While he was still not afraid of dying, there was more at stake here than just his own life. If these people were evil, then failure here could damn everyone back at City Hall as well. And that was something he could not risk. "Just act natural." Antonio said to himself from the driver's seat of the car. "But not too natural, of course. We are stepping into the unknown." He pushed the driver's side door open with his left hand and simultaneously grabbed hold of the machete with his right. He stood up and looked at the Red Lion casino through the darkened tint of the aviators on his nose. No fallen. No people either though. It was eerily quiet. Am I supposed to wait out here for someone to greet me? Am I supposed to just go inside? They must have someone watching me now. They know I'm coming. So does that mean I should make my way to the main entrance? He started to make his way across the parking lot as confidently as he could. He walked like he knew what he was doing. Which he absolutely did not. |
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| Strompy | Jan 2 2016, 12:47 AM Post #3604 |
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Emily scanned every window as Antonio made his way toward the casino. There wasn't any movement she could see, but she knew they would have heard Antonio coming even if somebody hadn't warned them. As Antonio approached she saw her first hints of the inhabitants. From his position Antionio wouldn't have seen but Emily could. There was a gun barrel poking up into the air on the roof. She turned her rifle on that location and watched it intently. There was a tense moment of anticipation as Antonio continued to make his way toward them. His foot falls were the only sound, not even the seemingly ever present moan of creeps could be heard. The silence was pierced by a sharp whistle. Emily tightened her grip on her rifle and her finger curled around the trigger tightly, ready to shoot at any moment. The barrel poking out on the roof became a hunting rifle. The person wielding it however gave her pause. She'd expected somebody more like the brothers in Salt Lake City. Instead she was looking at a small asian woman who was least in her fifties. There were others now too, who had been better hidden. Four more guns with four more unusual wielders. There was another asian woman who looked to be a senior, a chubby hispanic woman who seemed to be in her thirties, a young asian woman and a white senior woman. They were all pretty small but they still seemed perfectly comfortable with their large firearms. All five of them were pointed at Antonio. Too many for Emily to take out quickly if things went bad. She felt suddenly ill equiped. The front door of the casino opened and a kempt looking asian man walked out. Emily turned her sights on him. Through her scope she could make out a hint of uncertainty in his face. He stopped a few yards away from Antonio. "Hello. My name is Byron. I'm assuming you're here about our message. You'd like some supplies." he began, in the silence even his conversational tone carried. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 2 2016, 11:36 PM Post #3605 |
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Intimidating. But you need to try to not act intimidating. Let it come naturally. Antonio let the greeting silently ring in the air as he considered his options. These people don't look very intimidating though.But that could be the whole idea. Have the most unassuming group of people guard the gate to let any victims lower their guard. You can have the more potent guys laying in wait inside after they convince you to release your weapons. Damn, I bet this is how Eli justifies everything that he's done too. Just gotta stick to the plan here. "Antonio." He introduced himself; force of habit more than anything else. "I'm just making sure you guys are who you say you are." He glanced between their gunmen as casually as he could. He made sure to tilt his head ever so slightly so that they knew he was eyeing them over. |
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| Strompy | Jan 3 2016, 03:12 AM Post #3606 |
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"Oh. Well I'd like to apologize about the guns, but we have to be careful. Is there anything you'd like to know about us that would help you decide?" Byron asked, his expression proffesionally congenial. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 3 2016, 04:33 AM Post #3607 |
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These people seem alright. Not getting the same vibe off of them as I did back in Salt Lake City. Do I stick to the plan or...? The stout Antonio toyed with his machete briefly before lowering the blade to his side again and returning his untraceable gaze to the Asian man in front of him -- Byron. "Afraid nobody can be taken at their word these days, Byron." He said after another brief silence. "Anything you say could be a lie and I would be none the wiser. How am I supposed to know whether your intentions are good or not?" |
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| Strompy | Jan 3 2016, 04:41 AM Post #3608 |
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"I don't think you can know without taking a chance. We're in the same situation." Byron said. "Byron. There's a young woman with a rifle across the street." the elderly white woman calmly informed him from the roof. Byron's expression slipped and betrayed his concern. The woman who spoke seem unperturbed however. As did the other women on the roof. "We can see you, young lady." she said more loudly. "I can see you too ma'am." Emily's voice responded, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 3 2016, 04:46 AM Post #3609 |
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Antonio turned his head slightly -- he almost made a comment on Emily's discovery, but decided to just try and play it off like it was not a big deal. Which he didn't think it was. Nobody was shooting at each other yet, at least. "So why put yourself in that situation in the first place?" Antonio asked. Normally, he would answer that question on his own; because they were good people. And deep down, he wanted to believe that they were. That they helped people out of the goodness of their hearts with no ulterior motives. A month ago, he might have made that connection without a second thought. But today? He was hesitant to jump to that conclusion. |
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| Strompy | Jan 3 2016, 05:25 AM Post #3610 |
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"It's just what we're supposed to do. Don't get me wrong. This isn't a charity. You'd be expected to earn whatever you use. Everyone here contributes." Byron said, having regained his composure. "And it's not like we're not the only ones trying to help." he added. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 3 2016, 04:52 PM Post #3611 |
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Antonio hummed. Interesting concept they had going on. Not exactly a bad one either. "And how, exactly, does one earn the right to browse your pilfered goods?" |
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| Strompy | Jan 4 2016, 06:51 AM Post #3612 |
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"Salvaged goods. Normally if there isn't anything else people can help with they help us keep our streets clear. We've killed somewhere in the vicinity of a thousand of those things in the past few weeks. We've got it down to a science." Byron explained with a hint of pride. Antonio remained unreadable behind his glasses. Whether Byron was expecting some response to that bit of information and was let down or sensed that now wasn't the time for that he spoke again before the pause got too awkward. 'You look capable. We're always grateful for more hands." he added. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 4 2016, 03:05 PM Post #3613 |
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Antonio shifted his weight slightly between his legs. He was pretty sure he was getting under Byron's skin a little bit by now. "Say we were interested." He said. "What would we have to do?" |
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| Strompy | Jan 6 2016, 01:15 AM Post #3614 |
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Byron's relief showed in only the slightest slackening of his shoulders but he might as well have collapsed. "I'm can't officially answer that, but I'd guess maybe five of those things per head. We're fairly diligent with them. Unless there are other services you can provide. Mr. King would determine the specifics." he said. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jan 6 2016, 04:45 AM Post #3615 |
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Five of those things? Five things of food? Five things of medicine? Things was a very vague word. But it was becoming clear that this Byron individual was not the brains of this operation, so he decided not to pursue that line of questioning. "And how do we speak with this Mr. King?" Antonio followed up with the next obvious question. |
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