!!0fEYB5hrFn3 11/12/10(Fri)18:33 No.12774624|
You take another shot of rotgut, and ask the team how they fared. Jack, ever the elegant one, answers you with a belch. The two of you share a small laugh, while Katherine mutters something derogatory about your gender. Removing the last fake eyelash, your sharp-witted compatriot moves her raven haired head in your direction, and says, “We went down to the slums where our contact was going to meet us. After a bribe, she divulged that some short little whiskered men had been seen in the underground lately, apparently going off towards the pipe. Thanking her for her time, we went to meet up with Mark’s part of the cell, and exchange information. Apparently, they had heard similar things.”
“Once more, they had apparently found some shocking news. An alchemical plant had been raided the night before. Apparently those robbed freight transports you had found out about were from the same company. They stolen material seems to add up to make a bomb. Nero and Lily figure that they’re done waiting for pressure and are trying to speed up the explosion date. Jack decided to look into this personally, and went down underground to look into this. He says he flashed his badge and got the suspect to cooperate. Given that he came back with the suspect in a burlap sack unconscious, I doubt this was the truth, though given that it’s Jack, he could have done that even if the guy was cooperating. Long story short, we have the suspect unconscious tied to a chair back at the warehouse,” she explains with a not so inconsiderate amount of passive aggressive spite being thrown at Jack.
Jack, for his part, doesn’t seem to notice. Turning her attention back to you, she inquires with a barb, “So, how was house sitting?”