“So anyway, that’s what all LT and I managed to figure out. Didn’t think Kendall would be such a font of information.”

I’m sitting on a tattooist's seat next to one of the large reclining chairs in Uncle Frank’s place, spinning it a lazy circle with my foot. The tattoo parlor, called Iron Hog Tattoo, is in what is probably the nicest neighborhood in Lower East. That’s not saying much, but hell, there aren’t any boarded up windows for a few blocks so what can I say? Iron Hog was once a barbers and most of the fittings translated pretty well to a tattoo parlor, linoleum panelled floors, large mirrors line one wall, the rest covered in large printouts of various offerings and bookshelves full of yet more ideas. Uncle Frank is sitting behind the counter, flipping through bills with a vague and disinterested expression on his face. A bear of a man with a wild grey beard and hair streaked with white, I can never quite recall how old he is. Somewhere in his sixties I’m sure. He always has aviators on, regardless of how dark it is outside. Might seem stupid at first, but like most things with Uncle Frank, there’s a reason behind it.

Uncle Frank puts down the stack of tens he was sorting through and makes a sound that would be a sigh from anyone else. From him, it’s more like an extended rumble. “Fucking fae, son. I don’t like it, them arming dealers to fight fight for ‘em.”

I snort. “Trust me, you’re not the only one.”

Frank shakes his head. “No, it’s more than that. This doesn’t seem like something TK15 would do. Arming humans to fight on their behalf. Not that they’d be morally opposed to it or nothing, just that it doesn’t seem like something they’d think of.”

I plant a foot down and stop spinning. “I mean, they’re fae but that doesn’t mean they’re stupid. Besides, there are humans in TK15, right? Is it really that outlandish of an idea?”

Frank pushes the cash register shut and stands up, leaning on the counter. “No. But if they’re really bringing in hardware and drugs for every dealer in Lower East… that’s more than a hollow door panel operation, son.”

I start up spinning again. “So, they need a dedicated supply route, something free from the police and other gangs?”

“Aye.”

“Well, Witten Park used to be a big hub for shipping. A lot of connections to the interstate that are vacant most of the time. And we haven’t exactly secured that area. Could they be delivering the goods by truck?”

Frank shrugs. “Could be. But they’d have to deal with interstate police, inspections, weighing stops. Would be easier to ship through the bay. Especially if they wanted to move large amounts of shit unhassled.”

I stop spinning again and move to the large reclined chair. I need to lie down. “Fuck. But we control the bay?”

“You don’t,” Frank replies, “Brodzinski does.”

>Continue discussing TK15
>Ask about Brodzinski
>Talk about rune warrior stuff. Write in questions to me, I’ll phrase them appropriately in conversation
>Talk about Uncle Frank stuff. Write in questions to me, I’ll phrase them appropriately
>Ask about getting a new rune
>Write In

>>39200258
>Talk about rune warrior stuff.

So how exactly does it work? Do we have runs on our body that allow us to interact with runes in an object? Does having more runes/tattoos on us give us a larger AeP pool or does it enhance the efficacy of our skills, or some combination thereof?

Well shit. Brodzinski trying to grab more turf by letting TK15 bring in firepower (and 'prompting' them to go for us), then they cut off the supply and swoop in when things gosouth? With the hope TK15 don't get powerful enough that the whole thing just goes to shit for everyone.
>Talk about rune warrior stuff. Write in questions to me, I’ll phrase them appropriately in conversation
>Ask about getting a new rune
Strike while the iron is hot, preferable with a hot iron. Wherever TK15 are pulling these weapons from, it's not drying up anytime soon. Best to go hard and fast before they can establish a powerbase.
The contact force multiplier is great against single hard targets, but against a group it's just a regular bat. Some kind of shock wave would be nice for crowd control, or a way to portion out the force over multiple hits rather than as one big bang.

Does the rune recharge just passively over time, or does it steal some force very time the bat is swung?

>>39200258
>>Ask about Brodzinski
>>Talk about rune warrior stuff
Is it possible to get reinforcing runes? What about ranged rune attacks, like a rune-based grenade?

“So, Uncle,” I begin, lounging on the reclined chair. “I was thinking about getting some more ink at some point soon.”

Frank raises an eyebrow and snorts, and begins to gather needles to be cleaned and tossed out. “You’ll need some time to prepare for the binding process. Wait till shit’s calmed down.”

It’s a fair point, and honestly I haven’t put much thought into what rune exactly I would want. Rune warriors like Uncle Frank and I are something of a lost discipline among magic users. We don’t cast spells, but rather imbue runes and sigils with aetheric power. Runic magic is related to theurgy, also known as ritual magic, but there are some key differences. For example, most magic requires the invocation of words of power to form a spell. In some cases the particular words don’t even matter, only that they have a certain meaning to the caster. Runic magic foregoes the spoken word and instead writes it’s intent down. This means that Runic magic is more permanent than normal magic, and can imbue things normal magic wouldn’t normally be able to. In my case, and Uncle Frank’s, this means we can tattoo runes of power onto our bodies, imbuing aether into them and granting us superhuman abilities. Of course, we can only have so many as our magic can sustain, otherwise it becomes a constant drain on our aetheric reserves, which would prevent the use of activated runes such as the one on my bat if the drainage became bad enough. My first tattoo was a complex set of runes styled like one of those generic tribal tattoos on my right shoulder, which generally improved my strength and endurance. Normal magic just can’t do that shit.

The flip side to all of this is that Runic magic has some very finicky and strict rules on spelling, grammar, sentence structure… Runic magic is extremely difficult and complex to cast compared to the more informal nature of vocalized spell working. As such, Runic mages don’t often or ever cast on the spot, instead channelling their power through instruments that they have previously inscribed with runes to create controlled effects. For example, my bat. This has lead to the misnomer of us as Rune Warriors. We’re mages in a way. Just more of a smashy bashy kind.

Tangents aside, Uncle Frank has a point. There’s no way I can properly concentrate and gather the aether required for an imbuing in this atmosphere. Not with the office in such precarious position as it is right now. “You mentioned Brodzinski? You think he has something to do with this? Going to turn traitor?”

Uncle Frank glances over the arm of a chair he was stooping over and grimaces. “He’d be acting against the interests of Limited Liability if he was. No, Brodzinski’s a snake, been that way ever since I met him, but he isn’t stupid.”

“So why bring him up?”

“Brodzinski has a way of slipping around the Associate’s Oath. I don’t trust him. And the fact that he’s got full control of the docks coupled with all the shit getting moved around... raises an eyebrow.”

“All I’m saying is,” says Uncle Frank as the door chimes, indicating a customer’s arrival, “things are getting messy out there. You watch out for Victoria.”

It’s weird, hearing someone call the LT by something other than LT or Lieutenant. Still, if anyone was going to do it, it’d be Uncle Frank. I glance over to the door to see some kids, probably little more than teenagers, milling around awkwardly. Uncle Frank glances at me and I sigh and walk behind the cash register. Time to do my day job.

An hour or so and predictably a skull or two later and the kids have cleared out. At this point it’s well past seven at night. I stand up and flip the sign around to inform passers by that the Iron Hog is closed for the day. After nearly two weeks of running around like a headless chicken I finally have some me time.

>Visit the Nursery, a combination brothel and medical clinic. Try not to feel too grossed out by the unfortunate name.
>Check out the Docks. An Enforcer’s work is never over.
>Head back to the Office.
>>See if there’s anyone fun around
>>Deal with the elf
>>See what’s going on with Kendall
>Write in a suggestion

>>39201558

>>See if there’s anyone fun around

>>39201558
>>>See what’s going on with Kendall
Gotta see how the experiment is going.

Couple of questions about runes. You mentioned that the runes on our body draw from our aether reserves to work. Are there other sources that could be used? Anything that could store it, like a battery? Also, if we wanted magic bullets, would we mark the gun or the ammo?

>>39201800
There aren't other sources of aetheric power for body runes. Not unless you somehow jammed like a magical stone in your forehead or something. And I'm pretty sure that there aren't any stones like that in the setting.

Aether can be bound to things, but storing aether like a battery is tricky if not impossible. It's not a static energy and will warp the item it is bound to unless there is some sort of enchantment to keep things under control.

If you wanted magic bullets you'd mark the ammo.

>>39201558
>>>See what’s going on with Kendall

>>39201933
>Not unless you somehow jammed like a magical stone in your forehead or something. And I'm pretty sure that there aren't any stones like that in the setting.
Even if there were such stones, I still wouldn't recommend doing it.
a) Jamming a stone into your forehead sounds really fucking painful.
And b) nothing good has ever happened to a guy who jammed a magical stone into his forehead.

Regardless of what I do, I should probably head back to the Office. It’s a little depressing, when you don’t have much of a life outside of work, and most of the people at work are terrified of you because you’re the one bastard who’s sanctioned to kill any of them if they step out of line. Still, it is what it is I suppose.

I head out of Frank’s shop and hop into a blue BMW. This isn’t a new beemer mind you. I’ve got a 3 series from the mid nineties. I can’t be damned to remember what the guy who sold it to me said. Regardless, it ran and it was just shitty enough that no one really wanted to steal it. I intentionally leave the dings and scratches in.

The Office isn’t very far away, and the guard lets me in to the underground parking lot without much pageantry. I decide, as I pull into my usual spot to see how Kendall is doing. Bastard might not be dead yet. Might even be better. I press the button for floor one and head off to the Office clinic.

The clinic, much like the holding cells on floor three, is an improvised space. Unlike the holding cells, it’s not a recent addition, and instead actually looks something like a proper doctor’s office/ER. I walk in and knock on the door. A woman in a white lab coat spins around, eyeing me through rectangular glasses. “Eyyo Doc,” I say, raising a hand in greeting. “How’s things?”

Doctor Cygne pushes back a few strands of loose blonde hair behind her ear and nods in greeting. “Enforcer Reinhardt. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I walk forward into the clinic, scanning the beds. Aside from the one Kendall’s in, the rest seem to be empty.

>I’m here to see if Kendall’s gotten any better
>Hey doc, I was wondering if you had anything for fixing a broken heart
>How’s things?
>Write In

>>39202281
>I’m here to see if Kendall’s gotten any better
>Also checking up on you, With things heating up wanna make sure you're ready for the deluge of patients.

>>39202281
>>I’m here to see if Kendall’s gotten any better
"How's our little guinea pig doing?"

>>39202281
>Hey doc, I was wondering if you had anything for fixing a broken heart
>I’m here to see if Kendall’s gotten any better

I briefly consider flirting with the good doctor. Then I remember the one time Gennings tried, and she had buried a scalpel in his hand and decide against it. Dr. Cygne was part of the treaty between LL and the Nursery back when LT took over. We got an actual possible not sure if went to medical school doctor for the Office clinic, Madame Doctor Cutter agreed to take in LL members who got fucked up free of charge, we agreed to provide protection, ensure neutral ground, and not charge protection fees.

“Just here to check up on Kendall, see if he’s ready for a little TLC.”

Dr. Cygne nods and pushes her glasses up her nose. “Of course,” She walks alongside me towards the bed. “The drug Kendall was overdosed on, this Pix stuff? I’ve certainly never seen anything quite like it.”

The pair of you stop near Kendall’s bed, the druglord lying unconscious beneath you. “Minor convulsions, as much as that is a thing at all, fluctuating heart rate and blood pressure… that’s not even the half of it. I’m grateful this was only a minor overdose, I was barely able to keep him stable.”

“Really,” I reply, eyeing Kendall warily, “I’m a little surprised, he made it through the ride back here alright.”

“Yes, well he was disrupting most of my medical equipment,” replies Dr. Cygne, “Rather like a wizard might. I thought I would’ve heard about a wizard who was also a drug kingpin in the area.”

“He isn’t a wizard,” I reply worriedly. “Just your smarter than average mundane thug.”

Dr. Cygne smiles mischievously. “Not so different from you then?”

“Har har,” I reply. “Is he safe to wake up?”

Dr. Cygne rubs her chin. “Most likely. I have promises about his coherency though.”

>Wake Kendall up with a solid slap
>Shake Kendall awake
>Let the doctor wake him up
>Leave Kendall for now, write in something else
>Write in

>>39202726
>Wake Kendall up with a solid slap
>Fyi Doc Pix causes Mana spikes in normal and worse in mages.

>>39202726
>>Leave Kendall for now, write in something else
Have you ever heard about a drug or compound increasing a person's magical powers?

>>39202726
>>Wake Kendall
Sensually.
While the doctor is watching.

I lean down, my lips puckered up, tongue sticking slightly out of my mouth. There’s something just irresistible about the way Kendall is lying on the bed, and the idea of the good Doctor watching merely excites me more. My tongue makes contact first with his dry, chapped lips, pushing them aside and worming it’s way into his mouth. My tongue wriggles around in his mouth, brushing against rough unbrushed teeth as my lips furiously work against his own. After a few seconds of passionate contact I break away, a single strand of drool connecting our mouths for an instant before it breaks, glimmering in the clinic light. Kendall’s eyes open slowly and he speaks, his voice confused and muffled. “S-s-senpai?”

Okay yeah none of that actually happened. Instead I turned to Dr. Cygne and asked if she had ever seen a drug that caused a spike in magical power among its users. She said no and promptly slapped Kendall so hard he fell out of bed.

Yeah, she’s definitely not under the oath.

Kendall lurches up, grabbing the edge of his cot and looks around in complete confusion. “Wha-Wha-whaaaat?”

I lean over him and grin. “Hey bestie.”

>What do you ask of Kendall
>Who is your contact in TK15, where are you meeting him?
>Had a nice nap fuccboi? Do you know where the fuck you are?
>So, I think you mentioned something about a new transaction?
>Why is TK15 so focused on capturing my ass?
>How does TK15 always know where I am?
>Is the dress Blank and Blue or White and Gold?
>Write in

>>39203204
>>Why is TK15 so focused on capturing my ass?

>>39203204
>>Had a nice nap fuccboi? Do you know where the fuck you are?
>Is the dress Blank and Blue or White and Gold?
>Who is your contact in TK15, where are you meeting him?
>Don't suppose you know why the TK15 is so focused on capturing my ass?

>>39203204
>>Had a nice nap fuccboi? Do you know where the fuck you are?
and
>Why is TK15 so focused on capturing my ass?

>>39203204
>So, I think you mentioned something about a new transaction?
>Who is your contact in TK15, where are you meeting him?
"So hey, you went ODed on Pix. Not Good according to the good doctor here. It was touch-and-go for a while, but being kind-hearted soles here at LL we patched you up and saved your sorry ass. Not free of charge, of course, this is one of those 'Transactions' you mentioned earlier".

>>39203504
Oh, and if someone can work out how to weave in a threat that he might OD on baseball bat, be my guest.

Gimme two rolls of a 3d10 for update stuff

Rolled 6, 2, 6 = 14 (3d10)

>>39203748

Rolled 1, 3, 4 = 8 (3d10)

>>39203204
>Who is your contact in TK15, where are you meeting him?
>Had a nice nap fuccboi? Do you know where the fuck you are?
>Why is TK15 so focused on capturing my ass?
>How does TK15 always know where I am?
>Is the dress Blank and Blue or White and Gold?
>>39203748

>>39203768
oh jeez

>>39203758
>>39203768
That's less than splendid.

I place a hand on Kendall’s arm, squeezing with a viselike grip. “So apparently you overdosed on Pix friendo. You’re lucky I’m such a swell guy, because there was a pretty good chance that you might’ve OD’d on bat if I wasn’t so generous. Lot less the good doctor can do about that.”

Kendall stares up at me for a few seconds, trying to place my face, before he groans in recognition. “Son of a bitch.”

I slap him down, hard. “No one disrespects Ma Reinhardt like that fucko.”

“So, in order to apologize for insulting my mother like that,” I say, standing up and walking around the hospital bed, “I’ve got a few questions for you. First and foremost being why is TK15 so interested in my ass?”

“Fuck you Reinhardt” breathes Kendall, pants as he clambers into a respectable imitation of a slav squat. I consider him for a moment before aiming a kick at the good doctor’s reticent patient. My foot misses by miles. Kendall clearly isn’t as incapacitated as he let on. Within a shockingly short span of time, which I most spent gazing at him numbly, he lunges across the room, seizing Dr. Cygne by the neck.

“Don’t fucking move a muscle, Reinhardt,” Kendall snarls.

My heart sinks until it’s bathing in stomach acid. I didn’t bother to bring any weapons into the Office. I’m pretty sure the bat and revolver are still in the trunk of the beemer.

>Okay okay Kendall, just calm down. Let’s not do anything rash.
>Listen fuckhead. Let the doctor go or else I put you in traction for real this time.
>Or what? You’ll strangle her? You don’t even have a knife
>Attack

>>39203968
>Listen fuckhead. Let the doctor go or else I put you in traction for real this time.

>>39203968
>Listen fuckhead. Let the doctor go or else I put you in traction for real this time.
>Attack

>>39203968
>Probably my sword. I have no idea what that vixen did, though

>>39203968
>>Listen fuckhead. Let the doctor go or else I put you in traction for real this time.
This fuck is in the middle of an office filled with people who aren't afraid to royally fuck his shit up and he's threatening their doctor.
This is not the smartest move he could have made

>>39203968
>Do you really think you'll have time to choke her out before I can pry you off and stomp in your chest? Let her go and we'll have a nice, civilized conversation.

>>39203968
>>Listen fuckhead. Let the doctor go or else I put you in traction for real this time.
No, I am not going to kill you.

Not just kill you.

First I will bind you soul to philactery before slowly torturing you. Then, after your body has finally drew it's last breath, I will reanimate the corpse to continue the torture.

I inhale deeply. “Listen up fuckhead,” I snarl, my characteristic laxity fading away in a tide of anger. Dr. Cygne has patched my ass up more than a few times. “Let the good Doctor go or else I put you in traction for real this time.”

Kendall looks startled and even Dr. Cygne blinks. I’m not an angry person. Maybe a murderous arson enthusiast, but I let my reputation for sports equipment related violence do most of the intimidating for me. As such, very few people who haven’t been around for Mario Party nights have seen me get properly angry. Kendall opens his mouth to speak, and his face contorts into a rictus of agony. I look around in confusion until I notice that Dr. Cygne’s hand is clenched hard around Kendall’s package. She gives it another vicious squeeze. A single tear rollss down Kendall’s cheek.

The good Doctor detaches herself from Kendall’s junk and moves lithely out of the way and a bit of vomit slips from Kendall’s mouth. He collapses onto the floor, screaming in silent pain. I hurry over, a bizarre combination of vindictive joy and pity in my chest, and pin Kendall to the ground.

As I do, I notice Dr. Cygne pick up a box of latex gloves. She waves them at me with a significant look.

>That’s what you get for wearing sweatpants dumbshit. Wear proper jeans next time and she wouldn’t have gotten such a solid grip.
>Once your done making a mess on the floor, I still want to know why TK15 is gunning for me.
>So, you pick up that move at the women’s center, doc?
>write in
>CHA LOCK CONVERSATION OPTION. BEST OF THREE 3d10 ROLLS. DC: 17

>>39204404
>That’s what you get for wearing sweatpants dumbshit. Wear proper jeans next time and she wouldn’t have gotten such a solid grip.
>Once your done making a mess on the floor, I still want to know why TK15 is gunning for me.

Rolled 10, 10, 4 = 24 (3d10)

>>39204404
>>That’s what you get for wearing sweatpants dumbshit. Wear proper jeans next time and she wouldn’t have gotten such a solid grip.
>>Once your done making a mess on the floor, I still want to know why TK15 is gunning for me.

Rolled 3, 2, 8 = 13 (3d10)

>>39204404
>That’s what you get for wearing sweatpants dumbshit. Wear proper jeans next time and she wouldn’t have gotten such a solid grip.
>Once your done making a mess on the floor, I still want to know why TK15 is gunning for me

Rolled 4, 6, 4 = 14 (3d10)

>>39204404
>>CHA LOCK CONVERSATION OPTION. BEST OF THREE 3d10 ROLLS. DC: 17
WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>39204468
>Rolled 10, 10, 4 = 24 (3d10)
well then...

do we need to pick that option or just roll for it? I'm not all that sure

>>39204404
>>So, you pick up that move at the women’s center, doc?

I'll vote for this, assuming it's the CHA LOCK.

>CHA OPTION UNLOCKED!
>”Hey Kendall, did you know nearly two hundred thousand men are diagnosed with prostate cancer every year in the United States? It can be one of the most deadly cancers out there since people rarely catch it in the nearly stages. The only way to make sure your safe is with regular exams.”

>>39204672
I'll back it.

>>39204404
>>39204672
>”Hey Kendall, did you know nearly two hundred thousand men are diagnosed with prostate cancer every year in the United States? It can be one of the most deadly cancers out there since people rarely catch it in the nearly stages. The only way to make sure your safe is with regular exams.”

>Once your done making a mess on the floor, I still want to know why TK15 is gunning for me.

>>39204672
>>”Hey Kendall, did you know nearly two hundred thousand men are diagnosed with prostate cancer every year in the United States? It can be one of the most deadly cancers out there since people rarely catch it in the nearly stages. The only way to make sure your safe is with regular exams.”
This would be much funnier if Reinhart was holding his bat while saying that.

>>39204672
Going with this

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I sigh and shake my head. “That’s what you get for wearing sweatpants dumbshit. Wear proper jeans next time and she wouldn’t have gotten such a solid grip.”

I wait until Kendall is done quietly vomiting on the floor before I speak again. “So, now you’re done making a mess on the floor, I’m still wondering why TK15 is gunning for me.”

“Fuck off,” moans Kendall weakly.

I sigh and look over at Dr. Cygne. She pulls a latex glove out of the box and winks. “Hey Kendall,” I say in a bored tone, “did you know nearly two hundred thousand men are diagnosed with prostate cancer every year in the United States? It can be one of the most deadly cancers out there since people rarely catch it in the nearly stages. The only way to make sure your safe is with regular exams.”

Kendall looks around from the ground. His eyes lock onto Dr. Cygne as she snaps the glove around her wrist. His eyes bulge. I lean next to him, hand grasped firmly on the elastic around the waist of his sweatpants, and mutter, “I’m sure Dr. Cygne would be more than happy to lend you a hand, as it were.”

“Okay okay! Fuck! Just keep your hands out of my ass! What the fuck do you want to know?”

I smile. “Was that so hard? Same question as always. This is the second time TK15 has tried to snag me. Why?”

Kendall groans. “I don’t fucking know man. The contact just said that TK15 would reward me if I managed to bring you in.”

>Fine then. What about: [Truth]
>>The contact, tell me who they are.
>>The plan, what is TK15’s goal?
>>Pix, where is it coming from?
>>The Dealers. How many people have guns?
>”I don’t believe you Kendall. You’re one of the biggest distributors in the Lower East and according to you TK15 wanted to make you a member. And you know nothing?” [Lie]
>”Kendall, don’t fuck with me! You know what the fuck is going on! You are in my goddamn house and you will tell me what TK15 is up to or I will liquify your skull, am I clear?” [Doubt]
>Write in

>>39205129
>>>The Dealers. How many people have guns?

>>39205129
>”I don’t believe you Kendall. You’re one of the biggest distributors in the Lower East and according to you TK15 wanted to make you a member. And you know nothing?” [Lie]

>>39205129
>>”Kendall, don’t fuck with me! You know what the fuck is going on! You are in my goddamn house and you will tell me what TK15 is up to or I will liquify your skull, am I clear?” [Doubt]
Nice prompt.

>>39205129
>”I don’t believe you Kendall. You’re one of the biggest distributors in the Lower East and according to you TK15 wanted to make you a member. And you know nothing?” [Lie]

>>39205129
>>>The contact, tell me who they are.
>>The Dealers. How many people have guns?

He probably can't answer the rest.

>>39205129
>>Pix, where is it coming from?

I grit my teeth and snarl, ”I don’t believe you Kendall. You’re one of the biggest distributors in the Lower East and according to you TK15 wanted to make you a member. And you know nothing?”

“I swear man! I swear!”

Dr. Cygne steps forward. You gaze up at her as she adjusts the glove once more. “Is the patient fully restrained, Enforcer Reinhardt?”

Kendall, I shit you not, starts crying. Man must really not want a fist or two up his asshole. “I swear, I don’t know shit! I was just playin when I said TK15 wanted me, they didn’t make any offer man!”

I nod. “Alright then fuckwit. So who’s your contact? Where do you guys meet?”

Kendall shakes his head. “We got the first packages of Pix delivered to us, with meeting instructions set for a few days ago. It was a whole bunch of us, in a warehouse!”

“Well,” I say with controlled irritation. “Where is the warehouse? Are they holding another meeting there?”

“It’s at the crossroads of 15th and 40th! There was another meeting scheduled for midnight four days from now!”

You glance up and see that Dr. Cygne has pulled out a syringe, probably full of some sort of sedative.

>Any more questions?
>Or are you done with Kendall?
>>If you are done, what would you like to do next?
>>Arson
>>Speak to the good doctor
>>write in

>>39205686
>>Any more questions?
How many people have guns?

>>39205686
>Any more questions?
ask about the guns

then
>>Speak to the good doctor

>>39205686
Yep. Time for Arson!

>>39205686
>>Speak to the good doctor
then
>>Arson

>>39205747
>How many people have guns?

>>Speak to the good doctor

>>39205904
Woops.

>>39205686
Ask about the guns.

Also, ask him how he will remember the day he lost his anal virginity.

I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself. It would be one thing if there was an elf running around dropping off parcels of Pix and a piece to all the good gangsters of Lower East like some fucked up version of Santa. This sounded more like the Opera Winfrey show where TK15 tossed around hard drugs and firearms like goddamn candy. “How many people have guns? What do they have?”

“Most of the dealers in Lower East,” stammers Kendall, “They didn’t give out the big shit last time, just some semi and SMGs to everyone, showed off some of the heavier shit. They had a bunch of real big looking ogres so no one tried anything funny. They said next time, they’d be bringing the real shit, if we declared our allegiance to them.”

“Then there’s still a chance,” I breathe, before nodding at Dr. Cygne. She steps forward and quickly injects the sedative into Kendall’s left arm. After a few seconds, the man falls unconscious. I stand up and incline my head in the doctor’s direction. “Thanks doc. Knees were getting sore.”

Dr. Cygne smiles slightly. “That was certainly exciting, wasn’t it enforcer?”

>Talk to Cygne
>>Write some shit in
>ARSON TIEM

>>39206123
>>ARSON TIEM
No time for love, arson time.

>>39206123
>>Write some shit in
"Well it certainly got the blood pumping, I was worried for a moment I might have to actually put him in traction but you got a hand on things quickly, that happen often with your patients? Them being uncooperative I mean, not the hand thing..."

>>39206123
>Mention to LT what he just told us
>ARSON TIEM

>>39206123
Yeah it was. Good work Doc.

>>39206212
Seconding.

>>39206231
And seconding.

>>39206294
>>39206123
Seconding this second

“Yeah, it was. Good work Doc,” I reply, looking around for some duct tape. I eventually see some and snatch it up before going to work, taping Kendall’s wrists and hands together. “This happen often with your patients? The entire uncooperative thing, not the hand thing…”

Dr. Cygne tosses the needle in a bag to be sterilized “Oh not often. Then again, you boys aren’t usually bringing back hostiles to treat,” She pauses in front of the disposal “I suppose there was that one time Gennings was shot in the shoulder...”

I snort, continuing to bind Kendall’s feet. “There’s a damn good reason why he’s driver and not in the thick of things.”

Dr. Cygne giggles a bit. “Still, a biter! I must admit, it was quite alarming.”

“Crazy little bastard,” I agree, standing up over the unconscious gangster. “You mind watching him for a bit? I need to report this to the Lieutenant.”

Dr. Cygne nods, looking a little put out. “Of course. Hurry back. I’d prefer not to have to deal with this… man.”

I wave my thanks and leave the clinic, hurrying towards the Lieutenant’s office. I needn’t have rushed, though, as the guard outside informed me that she was out on LL business. I sigh, slightly irritated. “Alright then. Let the Lieutenant know I’ve got some major information to give her. Just heading out to leave a housewarming gift for Kendall.”

The guard nods and I take my leave, picking up Kendall from the clinic and a few jugs of gasoline on my way out. I don’t take my beemer out, instead going for one of LL’s fleet of nondescript silver hondas.

The police haven’t yet been to Kendall’s house. I count my lucky stars that the boys in blue aren’t swarming the area and hurry inside the row home, dragging Kendall along behind me. It hasn’t been very long, but there’s already the scent of death from Mart’s body in the living room. I drop Kendall off on the lazy boy and set about readying everything for a big ol’ boom.

First step is to head upstairs and pull out some of Kendall’s clothes. Drenching them in gasoline I take them down to the dryer, making sure to block both the lint filter and exhaust duct with wadded up clothing. The rest I toss into the dryer, setting it on cotton for 2 hours. I pour the rest of the gasoline out, making a trail from the dryer up to the living room. I turn on the gas for the stove tops and get the hell out, making sure to close the door behind me.

The job done, I slip into the honda and wait. About 30 minutes later, Fire roars forth from the Kendall residence, blasting out the windows in a great torrent of flame and heat. I drive away into the night, away from the flames and wailing sirens.

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Alright guys, I've got a bar to hit so sorry if things wrapped up a little quickly. Next thread on Friday hopefully and I think we'll be playing Jensen if not for the full thread than for most of it after we wrap up with Reinhardt.

If the thread is still up when I get back I am more than happy to answer questions

>>39207174
>>Alright guys, I've got a bar to hit so sorry if things wrapped up a little quickly
Don't forget, beer is humanity oldest friend.

Don't deny such an old friend.

>>39207174
thanks for running UV, go get plastered and stay safe

>>39207174
Thanks for the thread boss.

>>39207174
>>39207266

Do not listen to this man, he spreads lies.

Rum loves you. You should love Rum back.

>>39207174
Thanks for running.

>>39207734
Rum spreads only lies and sadness, the only true friend of man is vodka.