NeonSlim Wants His Guns Back

pringerbeam · November 30, 2020, 05:58:09 PM

Tuesday, March 28th, 2045, 9:45 pm

The three of you stand in front of the the door to the VIP room of the Old Combat Zone nightclub XH had taken you all to. Less than an hour ago he had shown up in his tuned up car on your doorsteps with a job that he thought he might need some help with. He apparently got the lead from one of his fixers but said they were a bit vague on the details. Now, one quick ride later, the three of you find yourselves in the back hallway of a nightclub called Elektro having just shown up at VIP room number 3 from which you can hear yelling and the sound of breaking glass under the pounding digital beats of the club's DJ. XH makes a sideways look at the two of you. "Sounds like a party."

[info]Roll Perception[/info]

Oath · December 01, 2020, 03:23:27 AM

Ricardo shook his head, muttering "Carajo..", and looked at his companions. "What the fuck have you got us into this time, XH?" He had been on his fair share of rushed jobs, and if he knew anything it was that this was going to be going sideways shortly. He looked side to side, his long somewhat tangled hair complemented his brightly colored outfit, a variety of neons making him obnoxious to look at.

[info] Perception: [blockquote]Rolled 1d10+11 : 10 + 11, total 21[/blockquote]
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pringerbeam · December 01, 2020, 07:53:53 AM

[info]Perception
Whatever is happening on the other side of that door it doesn't sound like a fight. You only hear one voice occasionally yelling a fuck, damnit, or similar. It sounds like someone is trashing the room alone.[/info]

"Doom said the job would be easy. We just need to take care of some guys for one of his suppliers." Replied XH staring at the door. He put a hand on the pistol in his shoulder holster. "So... think we should crash this party?"

Asta · December 01, 2020, 09:38:51 AM

"After you" Katya answered flatly in a thick slavic accent, adjusting her mirrorshades and settling a hand on her own pistol.

pringerbeam · December 01, 2020, 01:56:24 PM

XH grins and kicks open the door, drawing his gun in the process to draw a bead on the man turning over one of the VIP room's chairs. The room is halfway to being completely trashed with chairs and sofas turned over and glassware shattered. The mostly untouched centerpiece of the room is a sofa upon which is bored looking topless woman smoking a cigarette and messaging on her phone with her legs propped up on a coffee table next to several small piles of white powder. The room's rowdier occupant turns to look at you all entering the room, unphased by the guns pointed at him. He was wearing a neon green tracksuit, unzipped to show the white undershirt beneath, with EMP threading across his skin to match. A light dusting of powder around his nostrils gave a clue as to who was consuming the drugs on the table. "You Doom's hitmen?"

Noting the lack of danger, XH lowered his gun. "Yeah, You're NeonSlim?" He asked in response. "Fuck, you're late! I said I needed fucking pros fast. You all decide to fuck every hooker you saw on the street on your way here?" He said as he kicked at the chair he had just turned over.

Asta · December 01, 2020, 02:42:27 PM

"One. Two hookers, most." Katya replied glibly.

pringerbeam · December 01, 2020, 04:18:51 PM

XH tries not to laugh as NeonSlim takes a seat and snorts a line. "Bunch of clowns huh? Well I don't give a fuck as long as you can splatter some punk ass bitches." He says as he began to arrange another line on the tabletop. "I had a shipment of some premium guns coming in this weekend. Thing is when I went to pick them up I find a boat with my guys dead and no fucking guns. Those things were grade A fucking FN Famas MK 7 collaborations with Gold Cloud Luxuries, sapphire chrome finish, integral smartgun, precision burst. Better shit than you guys can afford. I want my guns back." He says poignantly before doing another line.

Oath · December 01, 2020, 04:53:30 PM

"If these guns are so special, maybe they killed your guys themselves and walked away. Let's try doing a thought exercise while you're still capable of coherent thought. If I were your guns, where would I be?" Ricardo did his best not to laugh while he was talking.

pringerbeam · December 01, 2020, 06:19:31 PM

"Synthcoke doesn't work like that idiot. It helps me focus. Focus on important shit. Shit like getting my fucking guns back. I've got a guy finding the guns right now. All you chucklefucks need to do is go there and get them back. Speaking of..." He pulls out a phone and holds it up to his ear, standing up to pace while he takes the call. "You better have good fucking news... Yeah? Where?... What do you mean you don't fucking know? I paid you to find the fucking guns!... I've got the hitters already fucking here you piece of shit! What the fuck are you doing?... Well then you're not getting any more euros YOU USELESS FUCK!" He holds the phone out to scream his parting words into it before throwing the phone into the wall.

"Hey buddy that sounds like it went over real well." Said XH as he pretended to look very interested in something other than the half naked escort that has yet to register even the mildest interest in the deal going down. "Okay, it seems everyone I've hired this weekend can't go outside without a pass for the short bus... My sleuth apparently has a lead where he saw one of the guns for sale by a guy that goes by Kezz in the Japantown night market. Find out where he got it and get my fucking guns back."

pringerbeam · December 03, 2020, 06:31:06 PM

"Hey!" Interjected XH with several snaps of his fingers as your potential employer was about to tuck into another line of synthcoke. "We don't work for free here pal. What's the job pay?" NeonSlim looks up with a slightly more pissed off look than had been on his face for the duration of the meeting. "A solid G for each of you when I get my guns." He says before once again making for the tabletop. XH looks to the two of you for approval.

Asta · December 04, 2020, 09:58:35 AM

"Is barely rent for month. How say...? Chump change. Need for expenses, killing is expensive work da?"

[info]Persuasion for a little more cash:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d10+12 : 2 + 12, total 14[/blockquote][/info]

Oath · December 04, 2020, 04:54:50 PM

"Look man, your hired help has been absolutely useless for this job, if you want us to get your guns back AND do all of the leg work to get them back we're gonna need a bit more from you. The scope of the job increased right before our eyes as your incompetent goons couldn't even figure out where the goods are."

[info] tryin to get that scratch.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d10+10 : 6 + 10, total 16[/blockquote]
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pringerbeam · December 05, 2020, 12:31:12 PM

"Fine fifteen hundred but not until those guns are in my hands where they belong. Now is there anything else? Need a massage and a happy ending too?" At this NeonSlim rests his elbow on his knees, ready to get back to indulging but apparently waiting for another interruption.

Asta · December 07, 2020, 04:13:03 PM

"Will find happy ending elsewhere. After guns." Katya answered, agreeing to the increased pay.

pringerbeam · December 08, 2020, 05:53:32 PM

"Sounds good to me." Agrees XH. "Let's go." He says as he turns to leave the room.

Making it out of the room and leaving NeonSlim to his pile of synthcoke, you head back through the main hall of the club. "Dude needs to chill, or at least slow down on the coke." Yells XH over the pounding beats that you had been mostly shielded from in the VIP room.