>>31098125
Stay with Kyle, the inn is expensive as fuck and we don't have a lot of cash as is.

>>31098125
Shit, when you said you'd start earlier, you meant it.
>Sure, but offer to compensate him for it. And for the help.
Also, I'd like to suggest running good cop bad cop on these guys. Kyle tries to get information, sets us on them for, like, 30 seconds, and then he walks back in with the threat of "that lunatic"

>>31098125

"sure"

while we are there we can look up Ron's adress from a phone book or his social profile page

>>31098224

also, check the ews for "pawn shop murder" "back alley massacre" "Penthouse bloodbath" and "An increasingly number of bodies are being found in the sewer systems"

>>31098159
>>31098169
>>31098224
>Sure: 3

"Sure," you reply, accepting Kyle's offer. "But I'd feel bad staying for nothing." "Bah, don't worry about it. I can't take money from you. Just pull your weight and clean up any mess that you leave." He insists. You nod. "Alright, then." The two of you return to Kyle's apartment complex.

...
...
...

It's morning. You slept comfortably, but you don't feel as well rested as you did the night before. Probably because of all the shit that happened yesterday. You also slept on a couch instead of a bed, so that might've contributed. You can still hear Kyle snoring in his own room, and you don't think it polite to wake him. You stand up and stretch, then grab your bag and prepare for your day.

You're sitting on some pretty solid leads right now; you know the names of three possible black market contacts, the name of the treasurer of Cherol's harvesting business, and you know that there's a chop shop under a nightclub somewhere in town.You grab a large phone book off of the kitchen table and flip it open.

>Search for the last name Raizer
>Search for one of your business card contacts
>Search for Ron

>>31098290
Search for Ron, we should get his family the money. Then let's look into some of the business card contacts and Raizer.

>>31098290
>Search for Ron
The sooner we leave an envelope with the money slid under their apartment door, the better.

>>31098290

check if Ron's family was true or if he was just trying to convince us to not kill him, confirming if its true and having an adress make a search on this Raizer fellow

>>31098290
Search for Ron. We told him his family'd get the money.

>>31098290
Ron first, others second. Then go out on the town with the information you've found. We should also buy a newspaper or something to see how many of our exploits went off stealthily, and how many made the headlines.

>>31098357
>We should also buy a newspaper
We've got a radio augment now; why not check the planetary datalinks instead?

>>31098357
"Went off stealthily"
Nigga, we killed like 20 people. There's definitely gonna be reports on it.

>>31098411

but if there isn't we know Raizer has his hands on the police\media
Baker mentioned that we were in into something big, let's have an idea of how big

>>31098480
Actually, that's a very good point. Alright.

>>31098357
>>31098353
>>31098338
>>31098331
>>31098317
>>31098396
>Search for Ron: 5
>Check the news: 2

You flip to the "P" section, searching for a "Parker, Ronald". It doesn't take you long to find a name and a phone number. Not too far from it, you find another name. "Parker, Tara." The phone number and address is the same. Looks like you've got a trip to make. You use your photo augment to snap a picture of the address. You then begin searching for a "Raizer"... But nothing comes up. Clever bastard is operating under a fake name. You manage to find one of the business card contacts as well. The Kelso guy doesn't turn up, just like Raizer. You already know Roth's address, so looking for his would be a waste of time. But at least you know where the lawyer is based. You snap a picture once more. Time to head out. As you leave the apartment, you use your radio augment to flip on the news.

>Go to Ron's house to deliver the money
>Go to investigate the lawyer
>Leave the inner city to shop
>Custom

>>31098514
Ron's house. Envelope under the door.

>>31098514
We go to deliver the money to Ron's wife, then leave the inner city. Let's sell off all of Baker's augs that aren't of use to us, and get his speed augments installed.

>>31098514

Go to Ron's

>>31098543
Agreed. But don't sell them all at once. That's suspicious as FUCK

>>31098569
True.

>mass murder against augmented thugs last night
>walk into mechanic's shop
>"Hi, I'd like to sell an entire body's worth a standard issue thug augments!"

>>31098543

We harvest Baker so we can have something to offer\bait the black market dealers but we don't install his filthy augs...they are not ours and we ain't no harvesters

>>31098592
>"what's that? Baker? Nope, never heard of him."

>>31098514
>Go to Ron's house to deliver the money
But we make sure that we're not seen, and we only slide the money in an envelope under the door.

Maybe a simple, "From Ron".

>>31098619
>but we don't install his filthy augs
I'd disagree, but he had that speed aug and we killed him. It can't be too good if someone without the augment can catch him and beat the shit out of him.

>>31098628
No, then she may think he's alive. Don't want to raise her hopes.
But something similar.

>>31098619

besides, what kind of message will this send to Kyle? are we no better that the ones we are hunting?( we really are not but lets Talos belives he is)
we can get their money if we croos with it though

>>31098619
I agree with this

>>31098664
Well, there is a distinct difference between revenge and profit.

>>31098628
>>31098561
>>31098543
>>31098539
>Ron's house: 3

You grab an envelope and pen off the table as you exit the apartment. Time to make your promised delivery. The radio tunes in, playing the morning news broadcast as you walk.

"...and that's why you won't catch this reporter heading to the inner city at nighttime. Another disappearance has been confirmed, suggesting that the disappearance of local shop owner Rich Hayward may have been some sort of criminal activity. Ronald Parker, a local inner city resident, has failed to come home or answer his phone for over twenty hour hours, prompting a police investigation into both disappearances. When reached for comment, Frank Edison, chief of Cherol City police, said that no substantial leads have been found in investigation."

You smile a little at the news. Looks like you're alright for now.

"But in more shocking news... Last night, an unidentified assailant set fire to the penthouse floor of the Grand Lounge hotel, then proceeded to gun down everyone present. Police investigation confirmed that the victims were-"

Your smile spreads as you prepare to hear the news; "Augmented thugs killed at Grand Lounge; Justice is Served". That'd make a nice headline.

"-a group of entrepreneurs passing through town. The men were unarmed, unaugmented, and completely defenseless against the maniac's savage assault. Smoke was present in their lungs before they died, suggesting that the fire was set before..."

What? WHAT? You know for a fact that they were armed to the teeth and sporting high quality augments. "They've got the media under their thumb..." You mutter to yourself angrily. You are now faced with the very real possibility of the harvesters waging a propaganda war against you.

You arrive in front of Ron's apartment complex. There's a slot for mail to be dropped in, with the room number specified on each mailbox. Time to pay up what you promised.

>Put 1000 credits in the envelope
>Custom: save some for yourself

>>31098785
Put in all 1k. We're men of our word.

>>31098800
This
We are nothing if not an honorable homicidal lunatic.

>>31098785
>Put 1000 credits in the envelope
Crap. Did we wear gloves when we wrote on the envelope or carried it?
We need to make sure there are no fingerprints.

>>31098822
Our hands are made of metal.

>>31098822
We have metal hands, right?

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>>31098838
One of our fingers on each hand is literally a gun
Or at least, that's how I like to think of it.

>>31098785

"I'm sorry for your loss"

we are not sorry we killed him, we are sorry that that made her suffer

>>31098872
I agree with this.

>>31098861
I thought the barrels of the guns were in the palms of our hands, with covers sliding over them when not in use.

>>31098861
Also my headcanon. I like to think that "handgun augment" is a pun.

>>31098785
Quick question: what exactly does our AR augment do? Is it like Raiden's training programs?

>>31098800
>>31098821
>>31098822
>>31098872
>>31098885
>1000 credits: 3
>"I'm sorry for your loss":

You place the clip of 1000 credits into the envelope and take out your pen. "I'm sorry for your loss," you write on the envelope. You place it into the mailbox and depart. You hate the harvesters. You hate them more than anything. But their families don't deserve to suffer for the failings of one member. You hope Tara spends the money well.

>Leave the inner city
>Find the lawyer
>Custom

>>31098907
It can be used to display personal data such as our health, money, etc. It can also store and present information. IE, we took pictures with our optical photo augment earlier. We can pull them up and look at them through the AR interface. Later upgrades will allow for it to do even more.

>>31098971
Find the lawyer.

>>31098971
Inner city. We do need to make some money of our own. Also, let's look into the mechanic. His card was in the corrupt pawn shop owner's desk.

>>31098971

find the lawyer, stalk his building....se if anyone shows up, also ping Kyle by radio and see if he is already awake

>>31098971
>Leave the inner city
We need to figure out which nightclub we need to raid.
Also, going after the lawyer could be really dicey, since we're starting to make waves and the police are on our tail.

>>31099021

If he is awake we leave him at the stakeout and go have a little and as friendly as we can chat with the mecanic

>>31099035

>>31099021

my God i'm all over the place....my english is sucking more than usual today

>>31098971
Inner city. Let's get some breakfast, then check out the mechanic. I think we should take a small break from the whole murdering/torturing/kidnapping thing for a bit and maybe try to rally some party members.

>>31099035
We should consider that the mechanic could just be a false lead.
Like, the mechanic gave Rich his business card because he didn't know of Rich's Harvester connections, and Rich kept it around because hey, his customers buy augs and he needs to direct them to someone who can install them.

>>31099058
our character sheet says that we're respected in the inner city, presumably because of that night we fought the harvesters off at the flagon. we should try recruiting there later.

>>31098986
>>31099021
>>31098988
>>31099024
>>31099058
>Leave inner city: 3
>Lawyer: 2

You go to leave the inner city. You've got a few errands to run before you go after the lawyer. You're not even sure it's safe to chase him right now. The mechanic, however... You've already visited him twice, so it'd be safe to investigate him without seeming suspicious. You do have some business to take care of related to augments right now anyway.

>Go to the restaurant
>Go to the mechanic
>Custom

>>31099144
Mechanic. Let's see how Roth and qt assistant are doing.

>>31099064

makes sense.
I still want to leave Kyle looking for movement at the lawyer office though.
we should probably find this nightclub too

>>31099144
>Go to the restaurant
Get some breakfast first.

>>31099175
Agreed.

>>31099144
Restaurant. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

>>31099144
>>31099175

Is there a restaurant near the mechanic? this way we can have breakfest and see if anyone suspicious is comming to visit him after last nights events

>>31099199
If I remember correctly, the inn, resteraunt, and mechanic are all pretty close to eachother. We should get a window seat.

>>31099219
Facing the door, mind you. Don't wanna get snuck up on.

>>31099175
Seconding. The last meal we had was a sandwich.

>>31099195
>>31099190
>>31099175
>>31099169
>Mechanic: 1
>Breakfast: 3

You enter the restaurant. A tall server in a pair of glasses greets you. "Welcome to the Open Circuit Diner. Table for one?" She asks. "Yeah," you reply. "Right this way." The server leads you to your seat. She gives you a few minutes to read the menu. "Are you ready to order?"

>Custom: order breakfast.

>>31099336
Dropped my tripcode shitposting in Star Wars general.

>>31099336
Steak and eggs. Ya.

>>31099336
Order a coffee with cream and sugar, and bacon and eggs.

>>31099336

You americans should decide this one....you guys usualy eat bacon and eggs right? some toasts maybe? with black coffee?

>>31099403
Basically. Sausage instead of bacon maybe. Definitely eggs.

>>31099376
>cream and sugar
You're playing the character wrong.

>>31099376
The fuck's this pansy white shit?

>>31099336
Honey toast, coffee with cream and sugar, strawberry yogurt, large muffin.

We need to fuel up if we're going on a mission for revenge.

>>31099371
>>31099376
>>31099403
>>31099411
>>31099414
>>31099437

"Bacon and eggs," you order. "And steak." "Anything to drink?" "Coffee." "Cream and su-?" "Black." "Right on it." The waitress takes your menu and walks away. As you wait, you look out the window and watch the mechanic's shop. Nobody seems to be going in or out. "Here's your coffee." The waitress says, putting it down on the table. "Thanks." You don't turn to face the waitress as you thank her, keeping your eyes on the mechanic's shop.

...
...
...

Your food arrives after a ten minute wait or so. "Here you go. Bacon and eggs. And steak." She says, putting the plate down on the table. "Careful, it's-" Before she can finish speaking, you tear into your food viciously. "...Hot." You don't seem to mind the heat. You're way too hungry to care about heat. "So what are all those augments for? Are you some kind of gang member or something?"

>"Nothing, really."
>"Self defense."
>Custom

>>31099476
This is, like, the opposite of what our character would eat.

>>31099504
>"Self defense."
"I mean, you've heard the news lately, right? Getting to be that you can't be too careful these days."

>>31099504
Custom: "Killing waitresses."

>>31099531
No, goddammit. She's not even a harvester
I still lulled though.

>>31099504
Self defense. Cause, you know, that's not what a gang member would say.

>>31099522

this,
we used to be military or some bulshit

>>31099504
I think if we delivered >>31099531 in a tone that makes it obvious we're joking it could actually be a good way to avoid the question.

>>31099583
That's true. And our character does seem to be pretty fond of dodging questions. Maybe if we just say it in a super deadpan tone through a mouthful of food, she'll just laugh and forget about it.

>>31099612
If we're going to answer with a joke, it should probably be a less offensive one. Like, "I have a rat problem at my apartment" or something.

>>31099622
Yep. 'Joking' that you're going to kill the stranger you're talking to is just creepy.

>>31099622
Yeah. Telling her we're going to murder her is likely to send her screaming.
Especially since we're teched up like a super soldier

>>31099583
Sure, saying that we're going to kill a person, while being cybered up like a super-soldier, the morning after some cybered crazy killed a bunch of people, will be alright so long as we use a joking tone.

That was sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell.
This is a terrible idea.

>>31099647
>>31099638
>>31099622
>>31099612
>>31099583
>>31099560
>>31099537
>>31099531
>>31099522

"Rat problem," you reply through a mouthful of steak. "No, really." She insists, sitting down at the table. You don't remember telling her she could do that, but whatever. You swallow your steak and look back out at the mechanic shop. "It's for self defense. You seen the news lately? Bad shit's going on." You explain, despite the fact that you ARE the bad shit. "I guess I can understand that." She says, leaning her elbows on the table. "Why are you so interested in Roth's shop?"

>"Why do you ask so many questions?"
>"I've got to get some maintenance done there later."
>Custom

>>31099750
>"Why do you ask so many questions?"
We shouldn't have to explain ourselves to this bitch. Let's finish eating and leave.

>>31099750
Gotta get some maintenance done there later.
I'm checking to make sure it's not a harvester front. Can't be too careful these days.

>>31099750
>"I've got to get some maintenance done there later."
Whether she's someone we should worry about or just nosy, this is the normal response. Don't be confrontational, that's just suspicious.

>>31099750

maintenance

I'm checking if he has lots of business, do you know him? Is his work good?

>>31099750
Maintenance, and ask her what she knows about Roth casually.

>>31099750
>"I've got to get some maintenance done there later."
"I've heard some good things, and bad things, about the place. More good than bad, mind you, but still."

>>31099788
>>31099817

add that to mine

>>31099826
>>31099824
>>31099817
>>31099798
>>31099788
>>31099781
>>31099832

"Just getting some maintenance done there later." You say, sipping at your coffee. "The guy who runs the store, is his work any good? Ever talk to the guy?" You ask, trying to sound casual. You take your eyes off the store and look at her instead to lower her suspicion of ulterior motives. "Well, he seems like a pretty nice guy. He runs the store with his niece. Sometimes he leaves her to run the store alone, though... Can't say I approve of that, she's just a kid." The waitress says, proving your suspicions that she's pretty nosy. You're just about finished your food by now.

>Ask another question
>"I'll have the check."
>Custom

>>31099939
>"I'll have the check."
Can't think of anything to ask her.

Rolled 16

>>31099939
Ask what she's heard about the penthouse attack last night.
Someone nosy like that would be a great way of getting a general opinion.

>>31099939
>Ask another question
"So he just leaves his niece alone? What could be so important that he'd do that to a kid?"

>>31100069
This.

>>31099939

"he just leaves his niece alone? does he do it a lot? I mean if she is a kid it might be dangerous"

I think we have a mechanic to follow.
after that we can ask for the check

>>31100011
>>31100023
>>31100069
>>31100085
>Check: 1
>Opinion of penthouse attack: 1
>Niece: 2

"So he just leaves his niece alone? What could be so important that he'd do that to a kid?" You ask, growing slightly suspicious of the guy. "I'm not sure. He goes into the inner city and comes back at around nightfall." The waitress replies. You remember that on the day you arrived in town, the girl was managing the store by herself. What could the guy be doing in the inner city at daytime? This is worth investigating. "And by the way... Did you hear about that penthouse attack on the news?" You ask, fishing off your cup of coffee. "Oh, yes... It's tragic. I hope they catch the arsonist soon. Knowing people like that are in our city..." She trails off. "You're new in town, aren't you? I haven't seen you around before." "Yeah, I just came into town a few days ago."
"Well, if you ever need to know something about living in Cherol, I'm working here every morning! ...And afternoon... And night." She sighs.

>Ask another question
>"I'll have the check."
>Custom

>>31100172
I'll have the check.

>>31100172
Take the check.

>>31100172
>"I'll have the check."
"Welp. I've got to get that maintenance done. Thanks for the offer."
And leave a good tip.

>>31100172
>"I'll have the check."
Aw, poor girl.

So, what's the plan? Will we try to get the niece to talk? Sneak into the backroom? Stake out the shop tomorrow and trail him?

>>31100172

he didn't left today did he? I mean, I don't want a kid messing with my tech...

give her a good tip and thank her while ordering the check

>>31100228
The kid actually already fixed our leg once. We've kicked enough people in the gut to know she did a good job.

>>31100248
No, that's not what that anon is trying to get at.
By asking if Roth is already out, we can find out if we can trail him now or wait till tomorrow, without sounding suspicious.

>>31100248
Granted, she basically just had to finish screwing it in.

>>31100248
>>31100275

yup, I was trying to determine if the guy was in right now or not

>>31100198
>>31100210
>>31100216
>>31100226
>>31100228

"I appreciate it. I'll take the check now." You say, turning back to look at the mechanic's store. "R-right! I'll get it for you right away!" The waitress says, scurrying off. From what you've heard, Roth makes trips to the bad part of town every so often. If Roth is in, you'll come back on another day to follow him into town. If not, maybe you could try asking the kid something that'd lead you to him in the town. "Here you go!" The waitress says, handing you the check. "Only... 25 credits? But bacon and eggs were 20, and the steak was 10 by itself. And that's not even including the coffee." You say, raising an eyebrow at the price. "We, um... We had a combo deal for today." She says, smiling. You fish through your pocket and drop 55 credits on the table anyway. "Take care. And thank you." You say, standing up and walking away. "If you come back, ask for Julie!" She calls after you.

Your apparent "good mood" aura that you put on in the diner fades as you exit the vicinity. If there's even the smallest chance that this mechanic is involved with harvesters, you're taking this dead seriously. You walk up to the mechanic's shop and see the middle aged man at the counter. So he's in today. "Oh, it's you again. You come back for that speed augment?" "Maybe. I don't know." You reply.

>"I'm here to sell some stuff."
>"I'm here to buy some stuff."
>"Why do you leave your niece alone sometimes?"
>Custom

>>31100494
Sell some of Baker's augs and ask about his current stock. No need to make him suspicious of us yet.

>>31100494
Julie could be pretty useful. We could use her as a kind of informant on random people throughout the town that we're investigating. Maybe we should ask her if she knows anything about that lawyer later.

Let's sell Baker's augs.

>>31100494
>"I'm here to sell some stuff."
>"I'm here to buy some stuff."
We're just a customer. Doing business will put him in a good mood to sneak some info out of him.

>>31100494

I'm having some trouble with my leg, It feels strange....I don't know if there is anything wrong with it

ask for a check up, then leave and follow him when he leaves

>>31100577
>>31100520

best not to appear with another bag full of augs, he may get suspicious

>>31100632
Sell a couple though. Need at least some cash.

>>31100632
I think we agreed earlier in the thread just to sell one or two augs rather than the lump sum.

>>31100661
>>31100671
There's probably more then one mechanic in the city. We can sell to somebody else without risking looking like a harvester harvester.

>>31100494
Vote against selling augs.

>"I'm here to buy some stuff."
Just browse

>>31100494
>"I'm here to sell some stuff."
>"I'm here to buy some stuff."
Don't sell all of the augs, just one or two. We don't want to raise suspicions.
Ask him if he knows of anyone we can ask about the Mystery Aug.

>>31100697

we can use Kyle's phonebook later and find another mechanic or pawn shop to get rid of it. Even if we sell only one or two ,if this guy is in on them he will conect the dots. I mean, everyday one of them dies we show up with augs to sell

>>31100801

fuck, if he installed Baker's aug he may even reconize them

>>31100846
Good point.
Changing >>31100741
to No Sell.

>>31100520
>>31100577
>>31100593
>>31100602
>>31100697
>>31100632
>>31100907


"I'll just buy something, I guess." You decide. You don't want him getting suspicious by bringing in Baker's augments. You'll just sell those somewhere else. He shows you the same augments he's had in stock recently... And they're all still out of your price range. "Guess I can't afford to get anything today, either." You sigh. "Well if you're all finished, then... I've got to be on my way. My niece can help you with anything else you need." Roth leaves the building. "Can I help with something, sir?" The girl asks.

>Ask her a question
>Follow Roth

>>31100987
>Follow Roth

>>31100987
Ask where Roth's going. Also, say that your leg's been wonky lately, and see if she'll do a quick check on it.

>>31100987

follow roth

>>31100987
>Ask her a question
Are you sure it's safe watching the place by yourself? You've heard about the recent wave of crime, right?

Try to get her to tell us something. I don't want to just get out, that's kind of fishy.

>>31101044
I agree with this guy.

>>31101044
Thirding this guy.

>>31101044
We still need a reason to stick around. I hold that we should get her to check our leg while we ask our questions

>>31101143
Sounds good to me. As good an excuse as any.

>>31101143
>>31101156

If we stay here too long Roth will get away, aks a couple questions and go

>>31101193
He leaves daily. This isn't particularly time sensitive.

>>31101013
>>31101028
>>31101038
>>31101044
>>31101063
>>31101096
>>31101143
>>31101156

>Follow Roth: 2
>Ask where Roth is going: 1
>"Are you sure it's safe watching the place by yourself?"

"You sure it's safe for you to watch this place all by yourself?" You ask. The girl nods. "There's been a lot of crime going on lately... You've heard about it, right?" "Yeah. But Mister Roth says that I'll always be safe from the bad guys as long as he gets to go into town." She says, smiling. "...I see." You reply. You don't know exactly what she means by that, but you'll find out more later. "Anyway, my leg has been giving me trouble lately. Could you look at it?" "Okay!" She gestures for you to go back to the operating room, and you follow. As she begins taking a look at your leg, you figure now would be a good time to ask some more questions.

>Custom: Ask the kid questions

>>31101193
If we can catch up to him then great, but it isn't too big a deal. We can have Kyle stake the place out tomorrow morning and shadow him.

>>31101238
"So how'd you learn the trade? Learning it from your uncle Roth?"

>>31101238
>ask about business
If it's not particularly good, he may be on the take. Though I get the feeling that his niece is being used as coercion
>ask what she's heard about harvesters
Always a big worry on an augged's mind. And we may pick something up.

I don't think she knows anything important. Ask if she's ever gone with him into the city?

>>31101323
I like these questions.

>>31101298
>>31101323
>>31101330
>>31101349

"How'd you learn the trade? Your uncle Roth teach you?" You ask. She nods. "Yeah! He taught me all about it. It's fun." "And how's business lately?" "It's good. Sometimes a bunch of big cyborgs come in and buy a whole lot of stuff!" She looks excited, but then she frowns. "But... They keep saying they're going to pay for them later and they never do. I don't know why uncle doesn't make them pay for it." You're beginning to piece everything together. It seems like this mechanic isn't exactly a willing party in this harvesting business. "And have you heard about those harvester guys? Pretty scary, right?" You ask. "Right." A voice answers that certainly does NOT belong to the girl. You see throngs of harvesters pouring into the building, all of them heavily armed and heavily augmented. "See, I told you he comes here often! Now keep your end of the bargain." Roth says to one of the men. "Alright, alright. We'll leave your shop alone. As long as we get this guy, I couldn't care less about your shitty little scrapyard." One of the harvesters says, grinning as he walks toward you. You get to your feet and prepare a fighting stance, but you get the feeling that there are just too many to fight right now. "Uncle Roth... What's going on?" The child asks, still standing next to you amidst all of the harvesters. "Nothing, Abby. Come here, we're going to go now." Roth says, beckoning for the girl to follow. "You're going to let them kill this man... Aren't you?" She asks, frowning. "Abby, that's not important! Come with me now!" Roth orders. Abby stands in front of you, spreading her arms. "NO! You're not killing anybody! Killing is BAD!" She yells.

>Tell the child to go to her uncle
>Do nothing
>Custom

>>31101580
Tell the kid to go to Roth. The harvesters don't care about the kid, only the mechanic does. Her protecting you doesn't change anything.

>>31101580
Tell the kid to go to the mechanic. As the harvesters move to let her pass, rip the operating table from the ground and charge the fuck through with it as a giant shield.

>>31101580
Guess we fucked up.

>Tell the child to go to her uncle
I believe having her 'protect' us would be to our benefit. Roth would have to get in the way, maybe give us a chance to take a hostage. But that's evil, yo.

>>31101632
Do we have the strength to do this? If we do, fucking DO IT.

>>31101580
>Tell the child to go to her uncle
>Custom
Activate enhanced reaction time, and as soon as the girl is clear, use our enhanced strength to throw the table up as a shield and use our handguns to start shooting the thugs.

Remember guys, we need to properly interrogate one or two of these guys this time.
Don't let our desire to mutilate and kill every single one of these motherfuckers ruin another chance to get more information and money.

>>31101686
Not Sure I wanna go guns blazing with a child present. Shattered innocence, and the like.

>>31101720
Well, what. You want to wait until she and her uncle leave?

I don't know if the Harvesters will wait that long before opening fire, but I suppose we can wait with the enhanced reflexes

>>31101716
Well, our first priority is surviving, our second is escaping police. I agree with you completely, but it's not the most important thing right now. If we have to shoot them all or leave survivors behind we're doing exactly that.

>>31101777
I support charging through them with the shield. Just not opening fire.

>>31101814
And get shot in the back?
We're kind of surrounded here, you know, and the shield only protects from one direction (and since we don't know the strength or thickness of the steel, bullets could still penetrate it. Cars are no protection against assault rifles; why would a table be any different?).

>>31101603
>>31101632
>>31101655
>>31101682
>>31101686
>Tell the kid to leave: 4
>Table charge: 2
>Table shield shootout: 1

"Hey, kid. I'll be okay." You tell her. "But there's so many of them... You're going to-" "Don't worry about it. Go to your uncle." You offer her a slight smile despite the fact that you're more nervous than you've ever been in your life. The child scurries off to her uncle, who takes a glance back at you before he leaves. You make brief eye contact, then he hurriedly runs out of the store. "How noble of you. At least only one person has to die today." A harvester says, grinning. "Oh, no. Way more than one person's dying." You reply. "What are y-" You activate both enhanced reflex and enhanced strength augments, ripping the operating table from the ground and arming yourself with it as a giant shield. You charge forward like a bull, bowling over the masses of harvesters with your shield. While they're dazed, you have to make a quick decision; continue the assault or turn running?

>Strike
>Retreat

>>31101881
>Strike
We need prisoners and information!

>>31101881
Still no speed augs, and they can just shoot us in the back. Retreating is useless, let's fight.

>>31101881
Strike. Our guns are fully loaded and we have the advantage. They won't expect us to be stupid enough to go 1vwhateverthefuck.

>>31101580

layout of the operationg room?
any other exits? doors windows?
how many do we see? where are they?

also actvate enhanced reaction, if this place has no doors or windows shot the lights and activate night vision while taking cover

also insist for the girl and ROth to go

>>31101881
>Retreat
We're outnumbered, outgunned and they're all faster then us, no use in getting injured when we can just hunt them all down again later.

>>31101881
>Strike
Can we contact Kyle with our radio aug? He probably won't get here in time to help us fighting but we'll need him to get away and carry a prisoner ASAP.

>>31101939
Seconding more info, not sold on the plan, though.

>>31101939

the questions still stands even if my vote was slowpoke

>>31101961
They are all faster than us. Which is why running is useless.

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Also, do we still have our skull?

>>31102013
If we run while we have the advantage, and they're still confused we can get away, not after we shoot at them and they're focused on us.

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>>31101939
Figured I might as well cook something up, since this is a difficult fight.

>>31102074
Run into the main room and slam the door behind us. They'll think we're running and charge after us. This is when we snap the first person to run in's neck, grab his gun, and go Rambo.

>>31102074
throw the table at them to buy you some time and gtfo

>>31102074
Only four? They don't have cover while we do? And they're stunned from knocking them over?

Just shoot them, that's at least one free kill. Rather then getting in a firefight, I think we should get in their faces to follow up, don't give them the chance to take cover while we blast and cut them.

>>31102125
I like this. Throw the table at them, then run through the door.

>>31102074

drop cupboard on thug shoot the other while pushing the table back with us towards the door

>>31102074
Throw the table at one of the thugs to pin/kill him, and run through the door to the main room, closing the door behind us.
Once in the main room, get behind a desk or something and turn around and aim both of our handguns at the door. It'll be a choke point we can use.

>>31102125
>>31102190
Something like this, and call Kyle. He'll need to be around either for getaway purposes or prisoner transport.

>>31102190
I don't like it. Once they wise up, they can just get out the window and flank us while we're focusing on one door.

>>31102190
I'll support it.
>>31102247
If we hear a window open or break, we'll just run like hell.

>>31102303
>>31102190

we don't know if there are more thugs on the main room

>>31102303
>>31102223
>>31102190
>>31102176
>>31102169
>>31102164
>>31102140
>>31102125

You hurl the table at the harvesters and make a break for the next room, slamming the door behind you. "Kyle, get over here! Kyle, are you there?!" You transmit through the radio. You hear nothing but snoring from the other end. "FUCKING SHIT, TYLER." You point your weapons at the door and wait for the first poor bastard to go through. It doesn't take long for someone to take the bait; you place a bullet between his eyes. You snatch his weapon from the ground, a shotgun. You press your ear to the door and listen to them. "You go around through the window, and I'll go through the door on your signal." That'd be a good plan if you didn't overhear it. Dropping your shotgun and awaiting the sound of the doors opening, you position yourself in the middle of the room with one gun trained on each door. As the doors open you fire, taking out your enemy on each side. Then you grab your shot gun and cock it back. The last harvester is inside the operating room alone.

>Go in after him
>Wait for him to come
>Retreat

>>31102681
>Grab one of the harvesters, throw him into the operating room as a distraction, shoot the last one in the knees and take him prisoner.
Time for someone to get their Dentist appointment.

>>31102681
It's the operating room for a reason.
Enhanced reflexes, burst through the door, and shotgun blast to his groin.

>>31102681
>last mook, who we've made a habit out of committing impromptu surgery on to interrogate, is in the operating room
What divine providence. Get him.

>>31102719
Good plan, I'm supporting.

>>31102719
>>31102722
>>31102797
>Go in: 3

You put your enhanced reflexes to the maximum, prepared to counter whatever pitiful attempt at a sneak attack could be waiting for you behind this door. You grab the carcass of the most recently deceased and hurl him through the doorway. You hear a quick succession of gunshots; apparently the last guy is panicking. While he's still confused by the body, you bust through, cocking back your shotgun and letting it rip immediately. The man had holed himself up behind the operating table, which soaked the bullets up. "Come on, now... Let's not ruin the table. We're making good use of it soon!" You taunt, stomping forward as the familiar grin that you seem to gain when in combat spreads on your face. "S-stay back! I've been i-instructed to kill you if I have to!" The man cries out. "Oh? Then you'd better do it." You say, grabbing the operating table and throwing it aside with one arm as you train your gun on the man with your other. You see him cowered in fear, unable to fight back. "B-B-BASSETT! THE OPERATION'S FUCKED, BAIL ME!" The man screams. You grab him by the throat and lift him up, "Who did you just contact? You'd better tell me, or I don't think I'll be able to CONTROL MYSELF." You bark, tightening your grip as your grin intensifies. "B-BA... BASSETT! P... PLEASE!" He chokes out. "WHO IS BASSETT?!" You yell, the man's face beginning to turn purple. You hear something whirring behind you.

You instinctively roll to the side and away from the doorway, the poor harvester still in your grip. A torrent of rapid gunshots soon follows, tearing the cupboard that was behind you to piece and sending medical supplies and tools scattering to the floor. "I'm Bassett." A low and gravelly voice answers.

A man donning a poncho and a large cowboy hat stands in the doorway. He's holding a minigun... With one hand? No-- His hand IS the minigun. "You must be the man they call 'The Dentist'. I'm here to kill you."

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>>31103057
>they started calling us the dentist
I now enjoy this quest at least twice as much

>>31103057
You get to your feet and lift the still dangling harvester into the air along with you. "So they finally wised up and stopped throwing these limp bodies at me, then? Good. It was getting too easy." You say, still slightly crazed from the bloodshed. "If you've got a superior present, I suppose you've outlived your userfulness. Sorry." You say to the suffocating harvester in your grasp. You tighten your grip to a climax, separating the man's head from his neck with a sickening crack and pop. "I've never heard that name before... 'The Dentist'. But I'm not complaining. Wanna see how I got it?" You ask, cackling to yourself as you stare at the man before you. "You're disgusting." He replies simply, his gun beginning to whir again. Escape doesn't even begin to cross our mind. You want this man's blood. You're going to BATHE in it.

>Dash forward and assault melee
>Attempt to avoid the attack and fire from a safe distance
>Custom

>>31103171
...Did we just unlock Ripper Mode?

Anyway, let's throw the recently decapitated body at the fucker and charge him. It's time for the dentist to let it... Dent?

>>31103171
>Attempt to avoid the attack and fire from a safe distance

Charging into minigun fire is suicidal

>>31103195
Agreed. We fuck this guy.

>>31103171
>Dash forward and assault melee
His gun outmatches ours. Getting up close where he can't bring it to bare is best.

>>31103203
It takes a second or so to spin up. Unless I'm misreading, I don't think the barrels are spinning right now. That thing will just shred any cover we find.

>>31103171
His firepower is way superior to ours, but the dude only has one hand. If we let him kite us, we're dead. Let's get up close and personal.

>>31103203
No, letting him shoot our cover is especially since it's all soft cover that a minigun would SHRED through. We just need to get within his range. You try using a minigun on a guy running around in your face.

>>31103171
Throw body at him to soak bullets while we close into melee.

Rolled 5, 3, 1 = 9

>>31103195
>...Did we just unlock Ripper Mode?

HELL YEAH WE FUCKING DID

>>31103171
>Attempt to avoid the attack and fire from a safe distance

>>31103171
>Custom
Throw the body at Bassett and rush him, get too close for him to use his minigun and assault in melee.

>>31103286
>>31103269
>>31103265
>>31103253
>>31103233
>>31103230
>>31103203
>>31103195
>Body toss: 2
>Melee: 6
>Ranged: 2

As you run forward, you dip to the ground and grab the arm of the body you just beheaded and hurl it at your new adversary. It's promptly shredded in midair, turning into a blood fountain and staining half the room red. It didn't hit him, but it did his job; it distracted him. You close the distance quickly and grin as you enter melee range. "IT'S OVER!" You yell, throwing a punch at the man. Somehow, the man's reflexes are good enough to block your punch with his unarmed hand. He grabs your arm to hold you in place, taking you be surprise. "I expected more from you," Bassett says as he aims his gun at your head. You quickly shake your surprise at the grab and lean downwards, taking a powerful sweep kick at the man's legs. His gun goes off as he falls, sending the rain of bullets into the ceiling and walls instead of into your head. "Likewise," you say, preparing a punch so potent it could send him through the floor. Before it collides, he kicks directly upwards, a fine leather boot connecting with your jaw. You stagger backwards and your back hits the wall as the man stands. Just as you're about to charge Bassett, he takes you by surprise... He charges YOU. Bassett engages you in hand to hand combat, landing a straight punch to your face followed by a left cross. You hit back, but he once again blocks. He jabs his knee outward, and it connects with your gut. Are you... Losing? "NO WAY." You shriek. Somehow, you begin to feel a connection to a vast amount of energy. Your anger, your lust for vengeance, your determination to see this man bleed... They all combine and swirl in your mind to create something powerful. And god damn if you won't use it.

You launch a punch with all your might, sending Bassett flying into the wall. It cracks, but doesn't break. Bassett staggers to his feet and takes aim again.

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>>31103524
Yussss. We're not Jack the Ripper, we're talos the MOTHERFUCKING DENTIST BABY!

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>>31103524
>mfw this fucking battle
>mfw they know us as The Dentist now
>mfw we seriously just activated ripper mode
>mfw we're completely leveling the fucking house in our clash of cyborgs

>>31103561
>>31103554
THREAD THEME
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubiZDYU7mv0

>>31103524
So, after the fight, but before we leave, we should leave a note that says simply "sorry about the mess"
Actually, on second thought, odds are they're going to try to kill Roth and Abby. We should find them and see them to safety.

Also, captcha is "vonstab called"
I think we should call our knife baron von'stab

>>31103524

"You're not half bad after all, Dentist." Bassett says, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve. You say nothing. Your mind exists between a state somewhere between primal rage and pure ecstasy. The conflicting emotions are driving you into a frenzy, and you can't even think clearly. You hear a buzzing in your ear, but you can't even hear what's being said. Your grin spreads and fluctuates, faltering and rising again and again as you stare into your assassin's face. You charge forward, a guttural battlecry the only thing you say. Your fists clash again and again, over and over. You have Bassett on the defensive. You're going to win. You're now pounding viciously away at Bassett's face, laughing madly as you do so. You're so engrossed in your beating that you don't even notice the wetness spreading across your torso. You don't even hear the sound of the gunshots. You don't even notice your left arm being ripped to shreds by the minigun. Then, you hear a loud crash. A car just went through the wall. It collides with you, blasting you across the room. "Bassett, you've got to go!" Someone yells from the drivers' seat. The minigun assailant runs to the car, flinging open the passenger seat. "Until we meet again, Dentist." He calls after you, the car speeding away and disappearing. You're beginning to feel the pain as your emotions stabilize. You soon see another car coming into view; Kyle's. "Holy shit! What the fuck HAPPENED here?" Kyle asks, getting out of the car to help you up. "I... I won." You say simply, a stupid grin crossing your face. "You're wounded, quit fucking grinning like an idiot and get in the car." He barks. "Wait... I have to apologize." You mutter. "What?" "The house... The damage." You reply.

The two of you drive away back into the inner city, a small paper note resting among the rubble.

"Sorry about the mess."

[ Taking a break, guys. But I'll be back soon. ]

>>31103524
It just occurred to me. That chick from the restaurant probably watched us walk in. Then saw a shitload of thugs walk in. And heard a LOT of gunshots. And in a minute she's gonna watch us walk out as calm as can be.

>>31103626
I like this. "WHY IS THIS GUY BLEEDING TO DEATH ON THE FLOOR" "Von Stab called"

>>31103767
Brilliant fight, OP. Enjoy that break, you've earned it.

>>31103767
We are really beginning to not get things done.
Now we have a heavily damaged cyber arm, expended ammunition, no further leads, and gained notoriety.

>>31103846
well, shit's been going basically in our favor the entire quest. i figured we'd have to deal with an unsuccessful endeavor eventually, guess this is it.

Wonder why we used our fists instead of the jacknife.

>>31103885
Our murderboner was probably too huge to think straight.

>>31103885
Because fuck you, that's why. Baron von'stab doesn't come out for just ANYbody.

>>31103947
i hope this becomes its official title.

When the quest resumes I say we track down a new mechanic. I don't think Roth will take too kindly to us anymore, seeing as we just leveled his operating room.

>>31104006
Eh, he can bum with us in Kyle's apartment.

>>31104006
To be fair, we did it because he lead like 5 people to kill us. And to be fair to him, he was just protecting Abby

>>31104434
Yeah, I don't think either party can hold much of a grudge against their other here. Both hands were forced by the harvesters to do what they did.

The longer this quest runs, the more it's like an arc of Trigun.

>>31104654
Is that good or bad?

>>31104738
Ummmm. Yes.

>>31104738
It's good if you like Trigun. I do.

bad english anon is back! what did I mis-...FUCK!

>>31106385
Yeah. We did a couple things.

>>31106432
Like. A lot of things.

>>31103767

Your eyes flutter open after a long time of unconsciousness. You groan and rub your head. "Talos, are you up?" Kyle asks. You appear to be in a bed in Kyle's apartment. You notice that the sheets are stained partially red. You remember that your arm was broken, and that you were shot in the chest. You see your chest is heavily bandaged and your arm... Is fine? You do a double take, and upon closer inspection you see that this arm isn't yours. It's the left arm you took off of Baker. "Sorry, I know you're not a fan of harvesting for personal gain... But the mechanic's still fixing your other arm. You'll have to wear this one in the meantime." Kyle explains. "What? What mechanic? You mean-" "Yeah. Roth." "But why? I totaled his house." You wonder if that little apology note really had such a profound effect. It was kind of half assed, but... "It was my fault that you were injured in the first place." A second voice says. Roth steps into the room. "If I hadn't sold you, you'd never have gotten injured. It was a terrible mistake. This was... The least I could to do to make things up to you." He explains, sounding ashamed of his actions. This guy basically hospitalized you, and now he's fixed you back up. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but... I apologize for my actions."

>"Your expectations were accurate."
>"I forgive you."
>Custom

>>31107977
Custom: "You sold out a stranger to protect your niece. It's what anybody would've done."

Also, apologize for fucking wrecking the dude's house.

>>31107977
>"I forgive you."

>>31107977
I won't- no. Can't forgive you. But I understand why you did what you did, and won't hold it against you.

>>31108070
This.

>>31107977
>"I forgive you."
You wanted to keep yourself and your niece safe so its fine.

>>31108070

this
we are nothing if not an unforgiving son of a bitch

>>31108192

but also add a thanks for patching us up, he really didn't have to....but did it anyway

>>31107977
>"I forgive you."

>>31107977
>>"I forgive you."

>>31108070
best answer.

>>31108311
Aww shucks. You're a nice guy too.

>>31108192
Agreed, it'd be REALLY out of character to completely forgive the dude.

>>31108070
Voting

>>31107977
Whatever answer we give, follow it up by asking if he'd like to help us stop the harvesters from being a problem for anyone, ever again.

>>31107977
So...

>>31108488
>>31108311
>>31108192
>>31108070
>>31108046
>>31108165
>>31108223
>>31108245
>>31108045

"I won't forgive you," you reply, making direct eye contact with the man. "I can't forgive you." The mechanic looks disheartened. "...But, I do understand why you did what you did. You sold out a complete stranger to protect your niece, who I can only imagine means a lot to you. I can't hold that against you. It's what anybody would do." You say, sighing. "But I will thank you for fixing me up. ...And I'm sorry I fucked up your operating room." Roth extends his hand for a handshake. Tentatively, you shake it. "By the way... That guy you fought. I got some info on the bastard. Apparently he's a hired gun who came to town just to kill you. He's got a serious reputation." Kyle says, scrolling through pictures of the mysterious gunman on his computer. Just the mention of that man makes you noticeably angry. You clench the metal bedpost, denting it badly. "You okay, there?" Kyle asks, hearing the sound of bending metal. "...Yes. Just a little out of my own head." You mutter. "Alright, man. By the way, your fight did attract some attention around town." Kyle says, closing the laptop. You sigh and rest your face in the palm of your hand. "God damn it." "I wouldn't take such a negative attitude toward it. Maybe you should take a look outside." Kyle approaches your bedside and pushes the blinds on the window aside. Outside of the apartment, you see a billboard with a picture of a happy augmented man, and next to it the caption "Cherol City; Progress and Equality". Someone vandalized the billboard, spraypainting it so that it looked like the man was missing several teeth and bleeding from the mouth. The town's slogan was crossed out and replaced with "DEATH TO HARVESTERS". "I guess some of the people around here heard rumors about a crazy sonofabitch called the Dentist who was striking back against the harvesters. I guess that gave them hope."

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>>31108900

nice weather isn't it?

>>31108917

Roth chuckles. "So some lunatic with a penchant for tooth-pulling has become a hometown hero. Imagine that." He walks up next to your bedside as well. "Truth be told, I'm sick of the harvesters as well. If it weren't for them, you and I never even would've stood at odds. If they were gone, things would be different..." The old mechanic rambles to himself. "Then join me." You suggest. "Eh? What could an old windbag like me do to help?" "You're a mechanic. Keep me running smoothly, and I'll fight the harvesters." You say. You extend your hand to Roth. "Well, shit. Not like I've got anything better to do." He says, smiling. He accepts your handshake. The three of you stare out at the billboard as the sun set over the city of Cherol. "So, Talos... What's on tomorrow's agenda?" Kyle asks. "Isn't it obvious?" You ask, a smile spreading across your face. "I think that this city is due for some dentalwork."

[ Thanks for tuning in once again, guys. Same time tomorrow, if all goes well. ]

>>31108954
>those one-line finishers
Get me every time.

>>31108954
Thanks for running, Reanimator. We're fighting that minigun cowboy dude tomorrow again, right? I hope we are.

>>31108954

thanks man! see ya

>>31108954
I hope this quest keeps coming. A lot of good quests suddenly drop off without warning. Don't do that to us, OP.

>>31108954
if youre still around OP, how many threads are you planning to do for this quest? i'm hoping it turns out to be a long-runner, i'm enjoying it a lot.

>>31109111
It'll be as many threads as it needs to be to reach an ending. That could be in fifty threads, or it could be in five. I don't know yet.