!!GzWmGH6V4eu 01/27/12(Fri)04:08 No.17693333|
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Unfortunately, Song also rolls well enough to see the Adams-Hoffman logo on one of the pieces of metal used to construct the roadblock, and lapses into a flashback, twitching on the floor of the train car while images of sterile surgery rooms and men in white coats burn themselves into her brain.
Investigating the blockage, Artemis and Pidgin are told ever so kindly to piss off by some unseen ruffians that claim to represent "the Grey Order"; being without most of her guns and milspec armor, Artemis decides that discretion is the better part of valor and doesn't push the issue, electing to wait on the train until the blockage is cleared. Brandy walks the two blocks from her West End flat to the Underplex and arrives at Underdome about the same time the train crew does.
Inside, the runners are all directed to table 43b, a table that is still on the main (astroturf) floor of Underdome, but is at least not in the middle of the AR action, so to speak. At 9 p.m., they are met by two men: Mr. Johnson, a broad-shouldered man in a tailored suit, and an ork poser chav thug who introduces himself as T-Face, proclaiming to the girls that he has arranged this little meeting so that he, Johnson, and the ladies can get cozy and rich. The group is unsure about this, but several of them need the money quite badly and so they agree to hear the Johnson's offer.