I walk around the scene in a slow circle. There are three men, hands and feet tied together with thick rope, the bindings cutting deep into their skin with tight knots. Attached to their wrists is another rope, which terminates around two cinder blocks each. When you consider the dockside venue… well two and two is four.

Hey, since when did I tell you I was a nice person? Don’t give me that look, dicknuts. Besides if anything a lot of the blame can go to Brutus, the massive ogre looking incongruous to say the least in business casual, I’m shit with knots. He’s the one who got everything set up. Or hell, blame violent video games. This entire thing was cribbed from Far Cry in the first place.

The dock is poorly illuminated by a distant street light and Brutus’ cigarette. A cold breeze blows in from across the bay, water sloshes against concrete walls. I sigh, breath forming a ghostly white cloud before being blown away. If I was poetically inclined I would probably say some shit about the impermanence of life, we’re all just fog on the wind. But I’m not poetic and that last line was a little retarded. Brutus shivers. The man’s so big I can practically feel the rumble through the dock. Doesn’t have on as nearly a heavy coat as I do.

It’s been busy, ever since TK15 started to try and buy off our dealers. As much as the LT and I would like to wipe out all the traitorous fuckwads at the planned meet up in a few days, Lower East is a shithole and an embarrassing amount of our income comes from associated dealers. We can’t afford to wipe all of them out. That’s why Brutus and I have gone to such lengths to put a show on for these idiots. They’re gonna go back and spread the word about what happens to traitors.

Well, one of them anyway.

>”Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?”
>”So, anyone here up for a swimming lesson?”
>”Do any of you pricks know about the social contract?”
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>>39428655
>>”Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?”
All right All right I'll stop quoting Far Cry to you fucking idiots.
>”Do any of you pricks know about the social contract?”
Cause whoever answers correctly Won't be getting a swimming lesson.

>>39428655
>Write in
Just break their knees to ensure that they aint gonna be swimming any time soon...

>>39428655
>”Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?”

>>39428655
>Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?”

I crouch down in front of one of them, licking your lips. “Did I ever tell you… what the definition of insanity is?”

All right, full disclosure I totally ruined the delivery by trying to imitate Vaas. The man in front of me blinks. “Are you stealing this from Far Cry?”

I sigh, and look down. I think there was a little too much manic and not enough psychopath in the delivery. “Yeah… alright alright. I’ll stop quoting Far Cry to you fucking idiots.”

I stand up and begin pacing once more. “Do any of you pricks know about the social contract?”

Another dealer raises both of his wrists, finger in the air. I nod at him. “It’s the tacit agreement citizens reach with the state, sacrificing freedoms and submitting to the state’s leadership in exchange for the protection of their remaining rights.”

“No,” I reply, “The social contract is a tacit agr- Goddammit. Did you go to college or some shit?”

The dealer nods. “Yeah, philosphy major.”

Brutus, the two other dealers, and I all snort. I walk forward to the dealer and lean over him. “And has that degree proved useful in any way shape or form in your life as a small time substance distributer?”

“Well,” the Philosophy Dealer replies defensively, “I was pretty popular with stoners because of it. And you know, it came in handy like two seconds ago as well.”

I bob my head around in agreement, sort of like a wavy nod. “Actually that’s pretty fair.”

I push myself upright again, sighing. This wasn’t going at all how I had anticipated.

>Kick one of the cinder blocks in, regain control of the situation
>”Well, this didn’t go as planned at all. How about you guys promise to not deal with TK15 and I promise not to kick you into the bay?”
>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”
>Write in

>>39429528
>>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”
So Instead of this long drawn out talk you already know is coming how about a swimming lesson!
>Kick one of the cinder blocks in, regain control of the situation

>>39429528
>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”
>Kick a cinderblock; not with enough force to knock it over the edge, but to scare the shit out of them.

>>39429528
>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”

>>39429528
>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”
>Kick one of the cinder blocks in, regain control of the situation

>>39429528
>>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”

>>39429528
>>”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails. Thanks a lot.”
>"I'd kick you into the bay, but it was actually refreshing to see intelligence. Now can I expect that outside of philosophy class, maybe in the region of picking who you deal or don't deal with? You really don't want to end up like your buddies here."
>Kick one of the cinder blocks in

I shake my head, exhaling a long slow stream of fog into the air. ”Stole my goddamn thunder. I was going to say that we had our own little social contract thing going on and you idiots had violated it, but now the wind is gone from my sails,” I turn and look at Philosophy Dealer in particular and petulantly say “Thanks a lot.”

And with that I stride over to one of the cinder blocks and kick it into the bay. The Philosophy Dealer screams as he skids past me, splashing into the water. I shake my head. “Truly tragic, Brutus, when great minds are taken before their time.”

Brutus snorts again and replies, “Tis their fate, to be envied by lesser minds.”

I narrow my eyes and pointedly ignore Brutus, turning back to the two remaining dealers. Both are quite scared now. “Listen you guys,” I say kindly, settling for an unpredictable psychopath approach. Just with less spanish accent this time around. “I just kicked one of you guys into the water because he knew what the social contract was. Hell, I’m cribbing this entire abduction and/or execution from a fucking video game. So I think there’s two things you need to do right now.”

I start pacing around again, counting off on my fingers. “One. Thank the shitty condition of the inner city American educational system for keeping you from learning Enlightenment era philosophy. And two,” I say, voice shifting into a snarl, “Do not fuck with Limited Liability. Because when you do, you fuck with me.”

The dealers cower. I turn around, hands clasped behind my back, rocking back and forth a little on my feet.

>”Have you guys ever heard of the term NTR?” [Speak calmly but seriously. Compare what they did to LL to NTR. Discuss emotional pain. Also pain of drowning.]
>”I think we’re done here. Tell your colleagues what happens if they choose TK15. And let them know, we know where they live.” [Monotone.]
>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]
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>>39430059
>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]
Oh and and this is a one person offer, better speak up~!

>>39430059
>>”Have you guys ever heard of the term NTR?” [Speak calmly but seriously. Compare what they did to LL to NTR. Discuss emotional pain. Also pain of drowning.]

>>39430059
>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]

>>39430059
>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]
>"Well, I won't fucking kill ONE of you, anyway."

>>39430059
>>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]

>>39430059
>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]

>>39430046
>>”So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount. Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.” [Light and cheerful delivery throughout.]
Give them a big grin

I smile. No one else can see it, but I have an easier time projecting an emotion if I make the corresponding facial expression. My tone is light and friendly, like the one the lifeguards at the old pool I used to go to would use when shilling for their swimming lessons. “So, anyone else want to volunteer for a swimming lesson? Any friends of yours who might be interested? Refer someone to us, and you’ll get a discount.”

I spin around, smile still present, but far too predatory to make a convincing sales pitch to a suburban mother, “Meaning I won’t fucking kill you, just to be totally clear here.”

One dealer audibly gulps, the other merely whimpers. “Seriously guys. You give me at least two people who might be interested in a lesson and I won’t even test you for your deep end certificate.”

Brutus blinks. “This metaphor is getting away from me.”

I look over at him. “Basically, a lot of pools will test to see if you’re a strong swimmer before letting you go in the deep end. I’m implying that is they snitch on some of their buddies I won’t kick them into the drink. Getting their deep end certificate without a test.”

Brutus shakes his head, rubbing his sellion. “I know you get carried away your metaphors sometimes man, but this is really pushing it.”

“Shut up,” I reply, turning back to the two dealers. Both are quite forthcoming with names, I have to take notes. After going over the list I nod. Frankly, I’d imagine that’s a majority of their network. We really don’t have the time to deal with all of these guys tonight.

Not that that was the point of this exercise. Mostly just meant to help us get a headcount of how many dealers might be defecting. As it turns out, not even the majority in Lower East are. Some have loudly declared their support for LL in the last few days, probably angling for a better deal, while even more have remained neutral. Playing it safe, waiting to see who ends up on top.

The real problem is the ones who belong to gangs. LL tolerates, hell even encourages, smaller gangs in our territories to take care of things we don’t want to be directly associated with. Now it’s biting us in the ass. Courage in numbers has led a lot of the more organized, and as such generally more competent, dealers out of our camp.

Brutus and I leave the dealers on the docks and head back to an early nineties era Honda Odyssey. Give a man enough time and he’ll wiggle his way out of anything. Besides, we’re not chauffeurs. I climb into the passenger seat, pulling off a ski mask as I do so. Brutus settles into the driver’s seat and does the same. We sit in silence for a few minutes as he starts driving away, heading back to the Lower East office. After a while though, Brutus speaks up.

“Been busy recently? I know this is the most action I’ve had in a long time. Ever since you and LT took over.”

Most people in the Lower East office treat you with a bit more reverence and fear. Not Brutus though. He was the Enforcer for the last guy in charge, Lieutenant Kirkland, and as such he doesn’t have nearly as mystical a perception of Enforcers and most Associates do. Also he’s an ogre and could probably rip your limbs off. That’s another good way to equalize the power imbalance between the subordinate and superior.

>”You have no idea man. LT’s been running my ass ragged making appearances with dealers for the past two weeks now.”
>”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”
>”Eh. What’s a little overtime, right?”
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>>39430892
>>”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”
but
>”Eh. What’s a little overtime, right?”

>>39430892
>”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”
>”Eh. What’s a little overtime, right?”

Its busy but we enjoy our job.

>>39430892
>”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”
>”Eh. What’s a little overtime, right?”

>>39430892
>”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”

Also

"What's your preferred method of committing arson?"

>>39430892
>>”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”
"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale arson light?"

I sigh, reclining the seat slightly. ”Busiest I’ve ever been. It ever got this bad for you when Kirkland was in charge?”

Brutus grunts. “Yeah, once or twice. Some dumbass always tries to fuck with the new management when they come in. It’s like the law of criminal dipshits. I’m a little surprised it took this long to happen to you two.”

“So wait, some other syndicate tried to take Lower East when Kirkland took over?”

Brutus guffaws. “Fuck no. The little guys tried to cause some trouble real early on, but you crack a few skulls... they get in line and the bigger fish know there’s easier prey out there.”

I frown, looking out at the passing street lights. “Huh. Maybe LT was too good. Too diplomatic I mean. Avoided a lot of the early bullshit but that didn’t properly assert her authority.”

“Maybe,” Brutus concedes, “Or maybe TK15 is just acting out at random. They’re faerie backed you know. Can’t trust those flighty bastards to make sense.”

“So, when did it get this bad,” I ask, “If things got under control pretty quick the first time.”

Brutus grunts. “The Road Pack. Werewolf only biker gang. Tried to take over Witten Park and a few other areas near the outskirts of Saintsburgh. This is back when there was money to be made there, you know. Great for sneaking in stolen goods and protection rackets.”

A long pause, as Brutus considers his next few words. Eventually he lifts his shoulder in an almost imperceptible shrug. “We never had any proof, but Kirkland figured Brodzinski was behind it. Trying to distract us so he could take the docks. We fell back out of Witten Park. Allied with those EnRA guys and swept them away a few weeks later. All that fighting… I think that’s a big reason why Witten is such a shithole now. Scared away business.”

“And now Brodzinski has the docks,” I spit bitterly. The loss of the South Bay Docks early in LT’s takeover was a huge blow, both to our income and prestige.

Brutus grunts sympathetically and silence falls once more. He pulls into the Lower East Office’s underground garage. I step out of the minivan and head for LT’s office.

The guard waves me through almost immediately, and I step into LT’s office. The office is… acceptable. It definitely wouldn’t have any italian american men kneading their hats on the day of her daughter’s wedding, but LT isn’t nearly important enough for those sorts of power games to work. Just not quite enough pull for fine wooden furniture and fancy portraits to seem anything other than pretentious. No, LT’s office looks like your average mid level corporate drone’s office with the exception of the large windows which provide a fairly shitty vista of Saintsburgh. Or maybe it’s a perfectly fine vista of the shittier parts of Saintsburgh.

Regardless of vista quality, I stand at attention until LT dismisses the guard. Once I hear the door close, I…

>Collapse onto a nearby chair, sprawling out. “Goddamn, you done running my ass around yet?”
>Sit down, but wait for LT to say something.
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>>39431711
>>Sit down, but wait for LT to say something.

>>39431711
>>Collapse onto a nearby chair, sprawling out. “Goddamn, you done running my ass around yet?”

>>39431711
>Sit down, but wait for LT to say something.

>>39431711
>>Write in
Make out wildly with the LT.

Failing that,
>Sit down, but wait for LT to say something.

>>39431711
>"Any way we can strike back at Brodzinski?"

>>39431711
>>Sit down, but wait for LT to say something.
Give some noise with our relaxation

>>39431711
Pull up a chair and take puff or two from the e-cig before asking if she has anything fun planned for us, like a barbecue. Except instead of shitty pre-pressed burger patties we're roasting people, and instead of a grill we use their entire house.

Basically, I mean arson, not a barbecue.

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I take a seat, engaging in that most awful of practices, man spreading, but don’t otherwise dominate public spaces as much as my Y chromosome usually demands of me. I wait until the Lieutenant speaks, biting back an insolent comment or two.

“Jason. How did the assignment go?”

She didn’t turn her chair around. Usually means she hasn’t gotten to the main point of the conversation yet. It also usually means that whatever the main point of the conversation is, it ain’t pleasant. “Kicked one into the bay. The other two fessed up some potential traitors. I kinda doubt all of them are legitimately considering TK15’s offer. Definitely doubt it once word gets out.”

“Very well. Good in fact.”

There is another long pause. I really would like it if LT could hurry up and get to the point.

“Jason. What do you think about EnRA?”

>”What, the G-men? Listen boss, I don’t know what you’re planning, but we’ve kept out of their books for five years now. I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”
>”Men in Black types. Fuck that noise boss, they’re bad juju.”
>”Cops for the supernatural and shit. I’m a little surprised that they haven’t done more about the TK15 crap. Only reason they leave us alone is that we keep a low profile. Weapons smuggling that ain’t.”
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>>39432230
>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”
I'm good enough at my job to avoid them, why?

>>39432230
>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”
>”Cops for the supernatural and shit. I’m a little surprised that they haven’t done more about the TK15 crap. Only reason they leave us alone is that we keep a low profile. Weapons smuggling that ain’t.”

>>39432230
>>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”

>>39432230
>>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”
Lets be honest here. Reinhart doesn't deal with them often enough to have an opinion.

>>39432230
>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”

>>39432230
>”Men in Black types. Fuck that noise boss, they’re bad juju.”

>>39432230
>>”Cops for the supernatural and shit. I’m a little surprised that they haven’t done more about the TK15 crap. Only reason they leave us alone is that we keep a low profile. Weapons smuggling that ain’t.”

>>39432230
>>”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest.”

I grunt neutrally. ”The Extranormal Regulation Administration? Dunno. Don’t really see much of them to be honest. We’re good enough at our jobs to avoid them. Why?”

LT’s chair turns around slowly. Now we’ve gotten to the point of this conversation. The Lieutenant regards me with grey eyes over steepled fingers. Being totally honest here, even though LT is a year younger than me, she’s also about a decade more mature. Unfortunately, her propensity for serious expressions has left her with a borderline case of resting bitch face. It’s less that she looks like a bitch when she’s relaxed and more like she’s just never relaxed. Throw in some high cheekbones and full lips that exaggerate even the slightest frown and well... you get the picture. “We might not be able to avoid them anymore.”

“So either EnRA is going to bring the hammer down on us,” I reply, “Or you’ve decided to push for an alliance of convenience with them. Without giving me a heads up.”

Yeah, yeah, I know. Seems presumptuous for a glorified thug like me to be expecting my boss to consult me on every major decision of hers, but to be fair, being an Enforcer is more than just being a bodyguard and fixer. Bosses in LL rely on their Enforcers for advice and shit too. And every other time before, LT asked me for my input. I know, I sound like some clingy girlfriend whose boobie just… fuck I dunno made an alliance with a secret government agency to take out a drug cartel. I suck at these simile things sometimes.

LT sighs. “The decision had to be made. I plan to raid the big meeting TK15 is holding with converted dealers. Nip this thing in the bud before they can get armed and truly dangerous. What do you think?”

>”Eh. Whatever. You’re the boss, boss.”
>”Do we have a deal? EnRA isn’t going to try and bust our collective ass once this is done, right?”
>”Are you sure this is a good idea? We might need to cut loose, do some things the magic cops won’t approve of.”
>”Hell, more bodies, more guns. Always nice to have someone else around to draw fire.”
>”This could be exciting. Maybe get EnRA in our corner for future conflicts. Could lead to a very powerful advantage.”
>Write in

>>39432885
>>”Do we have a deal? EnRA isn’t going to try and bust our collective ass once this is done, right?”
>”This could be exciting. Maybe get EnRA in our corner for future conflicts. Could lead to a very powerful advantage.”

>>39432885
>>”Are you sure this is a good idea? We might need to cut loose, do some things the magic cops won’t approve of.”
>"Not too keen on showcasing my talents to the law, either."
But
>”Eh. Whatever. You’re the boss, boss.”

>>39432885
>”Eh. Whatever. You’re the boss, boss.”

>>39432885
>>”Do we have a deal? EnRA isn’t going to try and bust our collective ass once this is done, right?”
>>”Are you sure this is a good idea? We might need to cut loose, do some things the magic cops won’t approve of.”

>>39432915
>”Are you sure this is a good idea? We might need to cut loose, do some things the magic cops won’t approve of.”
>”Eh. Whatever. You’re the boss, boss.”

>>39432915
>”Are you sure this is a good idea? We might need to cut loose, do some things the magic cops won’t approve of.”
>"Not too keen on showcasing my talents to the law, either."
But
>”Eh. Whatever. You’re the boss, boss.”

>>39432915
>”Do we have a deal? EnRA isn’t going to try and bust our collective ass once this is done, right?”

Gotta make sure our ass is covered before we start making deals with devils.

>>39432915
>”Do we have a deal? EnRA isn’t going to try and bust our collective ass once this is done, right?”
>”Hell, more bodies, more guns. Always nice to have someone else around to draw fire.”
>”This could be exciting. Maybe get EnRA in our corner for future conflicts. Could lead to a very powerful advantage.”

>>39432915
>>”Do we have a deal? EnRA isn’t going to try and bust our collective ass once this is done, right?”

I'm just gonna go ahead and state that the name Limited Liability is shit. That's a term in business to describe a type of business, put on the end of a corporations name (Chicago Steel Authority LLC, LLC meaning Limited Liability Company.) it's like having a burger place named Burger Place Burger Place.

>>39433558
It's a pun. Limited Liability as in they limit liabilities, as in they kill people and perpetrate crime well. Also as you mentioned it's horribly nondescript and vaguely business sounding.

“But, do we have a deal boss? I don’t want to help them take down TK15 only to end up vanned once we’re done.”

The Lieutenant blinks slowly. “No, not yet. We have only agreed to a roundtable set of negotiations. I want you to go in my stead. To the roundtable I mean.”

I groan. I mean, this is also part of the Enforcer’s job. Doing risky shit for their boss. I just prefer the more actiony risky shit, none of this political pussyfooting around cops. “Great. Wunder-fucking-bar. So I don’t get arrested the second I show up there, you know they might be on the level? Is that it?”

“Jason,” LT says, her voice iron, eyes flashing dangerously. “If they do take you prisoner I will personally drive a Toyota Space Cruiser into their main fucking lobby and straight on into the firey pits of hell and haul your ass out. You have my word on that.”

I blink. “Not much good you’ll be doing me boss, if you’re in a Space Cruiser in hell.”

“You get the idea.”

“Yeah.”

A long pause. Then I speak again. “Not too keen on showcasing my skills to the law either. Because odds are good I’ll be the one leading our half of the raid, right?”

LT shrugs. “Keep your identity a secret then. Don’t let them know who you are. Besides, it’s a tried and true method. The more we help out the law, the more they rely on us, the more we can get away with.”

“Like I wasn’t going to already,” I reply slightly sullenly. “But eh, whatever. You’re the boss, boss.”

LT looks a little hurt when you say that, but only for a brief second. You know what? She wants to act like we’re still pals and equals she can cool it with the unconsulted orders. “If you really are opposed Jason, you don’t have to do it.”

Which of course means she’ll be the one doing it.

>”No, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”
>”On second thought, you go on ahead. Not sure if I’ll cock the negotiations up or not.”

>>39433838
>”No, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”

>>39433838
>>”No, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”

>>39433838
>>”No, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”
"You were always the brains in the relationship, what do I know anyways?" [consolingly]

>>39433838
It would be pretty cool if we could deceive them into thinking LT is just a representative.

>>39433838
> I'll do it, bitching helps me think is all. Worst comes to worst I get some practice for baseball season right?

Also, I really want to see how our other PC reacts to the baseball bat

>>39433838
"Just consult me next time, ok?"

How tired is everyone? We could fast forward a bit and do the negotiations now, or we could save them for monday. Your collective call.

>>39433838
>”No, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”

So what do we use FJ Cruisers for?

>>39434152
it's still about mid afternoon over here so I'm game

>>39434152
Late night, but it's the weekend and I only need to be up by 12 tomorrow.

>>39434152
I'm game for continuing. Yay for insomnia helping out!

>>39434152
It's not even midnight, aniki.

>>39434152
I'm good right now. I can keep going, but I'm fine if you'd prefer to call it early.

>>39433838
>>”No, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”

>>39434152
I'm ready.

>>39434152
Good to keep going for a long while here, no need to skip, we need us some quality Jason time

“Nah, it’s fine. I can take care of this.”

I didn’t really notice her tense up in the first place, but as I said the words, LT visibly relaxed. “Thank you, Jason.”

“Sure thing…” I think about it for a little bit, but eventually decide she earned it. “Vikkie. Just next time, let me know before hand, yeah?”

LT visibly winces at the usage of that childhood nickname. And well she should. “Point taken.”

I nod in acknowledgment. “It’s fine. I need to get some rest anyway. See you when I see you.”

>>><<<

I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. That’s entirely untrue. Or maybe it is true, I don’t know, I’m not sure what a P. Diddy is. Regardless, I wake up, rousing myself out of bed. Uncle Frank owns the entire building that contains the Iron Hog, and while the first floor is dedicated to a tattoo parlor, the second and third floors are both living space. I live on the third. I know, I know, it sounds lame. Jason Reinhardt, feared enforcer, merciless killer and arsonist, lives with his uncle! But in all seriousness, it’s all part of my cover. All LL Associates have some sort of “job” in one of our many front businesses. Helps us launder money and keeps associated businesses in line. Living above Uncle Frank’s place just kind of makes sense, at least until I’m making enough money that being a simple tattooist won’t cover for it, at which point I’ll probably take over a few surprisingly successful laundromats. I hope anyway.

Okay yeah, it’s also cheaper than renting my own place. Don’t laugh

So anyway, I roll out of bed, rubbing the back of my head and wondering what the hell was so important I got up at seven in the morning for it. Then it clicks. “Oh right. That.”

Meeting with the EnRA folks later today. LT gave me a few directives, most of them obvious. Like, make sure they guarantee to not arrest our Associates, or we hide our identities. She also wanted me to feel out how much firepower they’d want us to bring, figure out how many agents will be present, any mages, that business. I yawn and get dressed for the day, wearing jeans and a deliberately non-descript hoodie and ratty sneakers. Ones I’m not too attached to. The jeans, those I could probably keep, but the sneakers and hoodie? Once the meeting is done those are going in the trash. Can’t afford any chance of them rumbling who I am.

Is that paranoid? Yeah, a little. But deal with it.

I spend the rest of the day working at the parlor, before clocking out early at about 2:30. Uncle Frank merely nods quietly, and I jog up to my place to get my shit together.

>What do I take?
>Ski mask- cover face, but don’t conceal voice
>Darth Vadar mask with voice modulator- Cover face, conceal voice, look like a fucking weirdo
>Revolver- They might think it’s a threat, but I like the security
>Baseball bat- Most bats are much less of a threat than a gun. This isn’t most bats. Besides, it makes a statement
>Mitten Knitted With Love- Ma Reinhardt is watching over her boy, also no finger prints
>Latex gloves- leave no prints
>Body armor- I fucking wish, right?
>Write In Something reasonable

>>39434790
>Darth Vadar mask with voice modulator- Cover face, conceal voice, look like a fucking weirdo
>Latex Gloves
>Revolver

>>39434790
>>Darth Vadar mask with voice modulator, modified to sound like Jaba the Hut
>Revolver
>Latex Gloves

>>39434790
>Ski mask- cover face, but don’t conceal voice
Talk like Batman
>Latex gloves- leave no prints
>Baseball bat- Most bats are much less of a threat than a gun. This isn’t most bats. Besides, it makes a statement

>>39434790
>>Baseball bat- Most bats are much less of a threat than a gun. This isn’t most bats. Besides, it makes a statement
>Darth Vadar mask with voice modulator- Cover face, conceal voice, look like a fucking weirdo
>Revolver- They might think it’s a threat, but I like the security

>>39434790
>Darth Vadar mask with voice modulator- Cover face, conceal voice, look like a fucking weirdo
>Revolver- They might think it’s a threat, but I like the security
>Latex gloves- leave no prints
I think we are smart enough to avoid bringing our signature rune-warrior stuff. Don't want a big red flag look at me!

>>39434790
>Darth Vader mask with voice modulator
>Revolver
>Latex Gloves
>Ski mask under Vader mask for paranoia

>>39434790
> Baseball bat
I care about nothing else but walking up with a baseball bat over our shoulder like a badass

>>39434907
Mask under our mask? Are we some sort of Luchador?

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>>39434790
>>Write In Something reasonable
The Tiny Hat of Anonymity
No one will remember your voice or your face, but that's because they'll be focused on that ridiculous hat thing on your head.

>>39434790
>>Darth Vadar mask with voice modulator- Cover face, conceal voice, look like a fucking weirdo
>>Revolver- They might think it’s a threat, but I like the security
>>Baseball bat- Most bats are much less of a threat than a gun. This isn’t most bats. Besides, it makes a statement

>>39434960
I'd support this if it exists.

>>39434790
Okay, Writan. And since I take about a billion years to do that, an important question:

Which threads do you prefer, Jensen or Reinhardt or too early to tell?

>>39434790
That revolver isn't the one we used in Kendall's place to kill the bodyguard, right? If it is, don't bring it, bring a knife of some sort instead. If it's clean, bring the revolver.

Ski mask and latex gloves, otherwise.

>>39434790
Wait, just how much shit can we take with us, anyways?

>>39435035
Reinhardt, he just seems more together with himself and the roll.

>>39435035
I honestly like Reinhardt more but thats because his sections have lots of FUN with RUNES and BASEBALL.

>>39435035
I mainly come for the Reinhardt threads.

Being a dick to people is fun.

>>39435048
eh, there's not really much of a limit. It's just kind of assumed you'll be wearing whatever you bring into the meeting, so I suppose that's the only limitation.

>>39435035
I might of mentioned this before, but I like Reinhardt more purely because he's a professional criminal and that's my jam. I feel like Jensen doesn't have as much fun, but she has gotten less time overall.

Too early to tell. Both are really nice though. Hard to make a call.

>>39435035
too early to tell. Jensen hasn't gone full swing with Little I yet.

>>39435035
Shot man I like both for their own reasons. Reinhardt for being a cold son of a loving mother who ruthlessly kills wise guys and lets useless people go. Jensen for being a cop on the beat who has to put up with all kinds of shit but still finds time to come off cool and collected in spite of having a symbiote in her arm.

>>39435035
I think I prefer the Jason threads because we don't often get to play a thug so it's refreshing. Jensen is also not bad, since we can play an agent of THE MAN without doing that "gotta bring down THE MAN from the inside!" shit that /tg/ is prone to doing when playing government agents.

>>39434942
No just a bit pranked about meeting the men in black I guess?

>>39435236
Paranoid not pranked fuck you too auto correct.

>>39435264
Oh good, I thought you were using some slang I didn't understand.

>>39435103
>>39435035
I also would like to say that I also enjoy playing Jensen, it's cool to be the competent agent. She sorta reminds me of Murphy from the Dresden Files book series.

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I sigh, tapping my fingers against the desk, leaning over an open duffle bag. What to bring, what to bring…

I mean, something to cover my face is a must. Even better if it conceals my voice too. Funnily enough, I happen to have something that fits the bill perfectly. Even more funnily, I picked it up at Toys R Us. I sigh, and double check to make sure the batteries are in. I mean, to be fair I am taking this paranoia thing a little far. Might as well look crazy if I’m gonna act crazy.

I also toss in a half empty box of latex gloves I borrowed from downstairs, just to keep on doubling down on the crazy, and after a few seconds of deliberation between the revolver and the baseball bat, I decide to take the revolver as well. The way I figure, any asshole can use a gun. Not everyone uses a magic baseball bat. Don’t want to run the risk that they’ve been looking into mysterious blunt trauma injuries or anything.

Well satisfied with my choices, I heft the bag over my shoulder and thump back downstairs. I walk out into the cool early spring air and turn into an alleyway, where LL has left me a ride. I really don’t want to show up to a meeting with the G-men in my own car. Might as well do it in one of LL’s fleet of generic silver sedans. I toss the bag into the passenger seat and drive off.

I drive through the Lower East, tension rising as I coast through the abandoned streets. Usually when I’m driving around on abandoned streets it’s midnight and the good people of Saintsburgh are all in their beds. Midday driving is a disconcerting experience. I glance around as I cruise, heart skipping a beat as I drive past red light cameras. You might think it’s unreasonable, but I’m meeting with the closest thing to actual men in fucking black. These guys kills vampires and dragons and conduct secret magical research and shit man. Or at least, that’s what the rumor is. It’s more than a little intimidating.

I eventually bring the car to a stop a few blocks and a corner away from our meeting point. Breathing in deeply I calm myself before putting on a pair of latex gloves, sliding the Vadar helmet over my head, and slipping the revolver into a holster hidden under my hoodie. I flip my hood up so it’s marginally less obvious that I’m wearing a plastic toy helmet, and exit the car.

I hurry to the location, an abandoned lot where a mechanic used to be. The cement parking lot is weathered and worn, the browned corpses of weeds pushing up through the cracks. The walls are covered in graffiti, and all the glass surfaces, including the glass front doors, have been covered with pieces of plywood. I circle around until I find the back door LT mentioned, and walk up to it, checking to make sure the voice modulator is on.

>Knock, don’t want to run the risk of startling the G-men
>Just enter, no need to draw even more attention to yourself than you already have by wearing a Vadar mask

>>39435690
>>Just enter, no need to draw even more attention to yourself than you already have by wearing a Vadar mask

>>39435690
>Just enter, no need to draw even more attention to yourself than you already have by wearing a Vadar mask

>>39435690
>KSSSHHH, LORD VADER HAS ENTERED, KSSSHH

>>39435690
>Just enter, no need to draw even more attention to yourself than you already have by wearing a Vadar mask

>>39435690
>Just enter, no need to draw even more attention to yourself than you already have by wearing a Vadar mask

>>39435035
both,, but a focus on Jason, it's more interesting to see the aftermath of what happens with him from Jenson

>>39435766
Don't worry my boy, the Vader jokes are coming. I'm personally rooting for an opportunity to say "I find your lack of faith disturbing."

>>39435800
When they inevitably ask 'how do we know you'll keep your end of the bargin' obviously

>>39435800
>"I find your lack of faith disturbing."

Why do I need this so much?

>>39435690
>Knock, don’t want to run the risk of startling the G-men

>>39435766
Lord please help me. I think I lost both my sides in space at this.

>>39435866
We just gotta hope they don't ask us about terms of the deal changing.

>>39435914
Oh shit, anon. This made me laugh like a crazy person.

I simply push the door open and walk in. The place is dark, lit only by shafts of light that slip in through the plywood boards. I kinda wish I wasn’t wearing this damn mask now. I wait at the entrance for my eyes to adjust rather than stumbling blindly in through the dark, before eventually letting the door close behind me.

I walk forward, through a creepily empty waiting area, and push open the door to the garage itself. This room is much better lit, albeit still by shafts on outside light. There’s just a lot more of them. The maintenance pits are still there, chasms in the floor filled with whirling shadows. I look up, to see two G-men standing across the room from me. Well, one G-man and one G-woman. G-persons? G-people?

Unlike little ol’ me, they haven’t taken any precautions to protect their identities. There is a man, quite tall and muscular, although not quite my height or bulk, with dark hair sprinkled touched with grey. He is sporting one of the greatest mustaches I have ever seen. Standing next to him, and significantly shorter, is a brunette with curly hair and an expression caught between a grim scowl and utter bemusement.

The man steps forward, extending a hand. “Well shit shooter. Didn’t think Limited Liability would have a sith lord on their payroll.”

I take his hand, shaking firmly while my other reaches around on the box hanging off of my chest.

>Say something.
>OR make use of one of these handy recorded lines, available at the press of a button!
>Yeah, I memorized which buttons said what. It’s a cool toy. Sue me.
>Don’t make me destroy you.
>Impressive, most impressive.
>You have failed me for the last time.
>I am your father!
>You don’t know the power of the Dark Side.
>Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy.
>I find your lack of faith disturbing.
>>But seriously after the response, do say what you might like to address in general with them.

>>39436176
>Impressive, most impressive.

>>39436176
>Impressive, most impressive.
>Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy.

Just a quick overview of the objective of this meeting, what they want and any specifics we should know about TK15 before going into details.

>>39436176
>You don’t know the power of the Dark Side

>>39436176
>Impressive, most impressive.
>Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy.
>>39436282
I second this anon's suggestion.

>>39436176
>>I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Ok So we can Agree that tk15 needs to be shut down fast and in a hurry? Good. So during set up the mission itself and afterwards, you will not try and bust my on any of LL's men? Additionally no profiling us.

>>39436176
>That mustache, it is impressive, most impressive.
>Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy.
>But seriously before we begin in earnest, I require some terms, namely that you will not arrest or come after me and mine who are involved in this joint venture with you.
then we can take off this stupid mask and get on with what >>39436282 says.

>>39436176
>Impressive, most impressive.
>Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy.

First lets get down the protection for us and our buddies,

>>39436176
>Impressive, most impressive.

followed by

>You don’t know the power of the Dark Side.

And then ask about their terms of the deal.

>>39436176
>Impressive, most impressive.
>It was either that or the Jar Jar mask. And no one wears the Jar Jar mask.

>>39436176
>>39436282
This and then
>>39436326
>>39436328
these, and finally
>>39436349
>>It was either that or the Jar Jar mask. And no one wears the Jar Jar mask.

Once we've got a deal for our protection and such, should we take off the mask?

>>39436366
Nah, anonymity is always the best policy.

>>39436434
theres a difference between anonymity and full vader, we're still wearing a hod and its dark in here

>>39436434
We should totally be wearing the ski-mask underneath the mask so we can take it off and still be covered.

>>39436496
There is no ski mask, we must commit to the Vader.

>>39436507
Jeff Vader?

>>39436540
No, Chad Vader obviously.

You nod in the direction of the G-man’s mustache, “Impresssive, most impressive.”

“Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy,” Booms James Earl Jones’ voice in the quiet garage. The G-man openly laughs, while the G-woman covers her mouth and snorts, looking away.

“Goddamn. Well this is already pretty much exactly not how I expected this meeting to go.”

I grin under the mask, before shaking myself, remembering why I’m here. “Still,” I reply, my voice warped by botha Vader impersonation and the modulator, “Fun and games aside, we will need some assurances if we will work together on this.”

The G-man cocks an eyebrow. “That’s surprising, considering your people made the offer first.”

“Yeah well, we aren’t the ones who can arrest people at will, are we?”

G-man nods. “Fair enough. I can guarantee that we will not arrest or detain any individuals belonging to Limited Liability who are present for the course of this operation.”

“And who are you, to guarantee that?”

G-man’s eyes flash dangerously, and he leans forward. “I’m Captain John Kolburne, of the Extranormal Regulation Administration’s Enforcement Division. I am the highest ranking officer involved in this operation and I personally guarantee that I nor any of my subordinates will attempt to detain any member of Limited Liability present. Is that good enough for you?”

I swallow and nod. “Yeah. Sure. Peachy keen.”

Kolburne settles back, expression serious but infinitely less dangerous. “Very well Lord Vader. I told you who I am. I don’t expect you to return the favor, but what is your rank in LL? Do you have the authority to be here? Are your words binding for everyone in LL?”

>I’m the Enforcer
>I’m the Lieutenant
>I’m just an Associate
>Write in

>>39436705
>I'm the Encorcer. Yes just like in the historical films about my exploits. Though they have been greatly misjudged by that hack Lucas.

>>39436705
>I’m the Enforcer, here at the behest of my Lieutenant.

>>39436705
>>I’m the Enforcer, here in behalf of the Lieutenant

>>39436705
>>I’m the Enforcer

>>39436705
>I’m the Enforcer
"It's a pleasure. Now let's get down to business."

Rolled 8, 7, 8 = 23 (3d10)

just rolling for something real quick.

Player question: is there any character you would like to see more of? I'm not going to ask for opinions because thus far only LT, Danzig, and Ritter have gotten substantial face time.

>>39436865
I like the Doc on the LLC side, also more of our Gnome friend, for Jensen's side maybe we could use a confidential informant type character.

>>39436865
Kolburne.

>>39436865
>>39436954
I agree, our boss should have more time, and that snake Wagner, that other agent whatever his name is, should show up more too.

>>39436705
>I’m the Enforcer

>>39436865
more downtime stuff with the LT and Kolburne would be good

>>39436865
>>39437000
I think that's a good idea too. I like LT a lot and I'd like to see Jason bro it up with her.

>>39436865
I actually kinda like Danzig. Sue me?

>>39437081
>Sue me
Very well, I'll see you in court for your shit taste, please don't wear your bathrobe.

“I’m the enforcer,” I reply calmly, “Here on behalf of my Lieutenant. He is the one who contacted you guys in the first place. I’m acting under his authority.”

I make sure that I refer to the LT in masculine terms. It’s not much, but if I accidently drop a feminine pronoun it could really help a smart investigator dig her up. There’s not exactly a huge number of womenfolk in LL. I don’t trust these bastards outside of this room and the operation, and I don’t want to make their job of rustling up LT any easier.

Kolburne nods in response to my words. “Very well then Enforcer,” I notice that the G-woman inhales slightly as she hears the words. Our reputation precedes us. “I trust that you speak with the authority of your Lieutenant.”

That was not a question, that was a statement. This Kolburne guy knows how LL works. He continues speaking. “Which raises an excellent question. When we bust TK15, there will almost certainly be a large number of guns and drugs there. I’ll be frank here. We don’t want your people to end up with any of them.”

I nod. LT had told me that would likely be a stipulation. Although LL has no interest in the drugs, the weapons would be a nice bonus to the Lower East Office’s arsenal. She said to push for it, unless I thought there was a risk it would compromise the alliance.

>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?” [Roll a 3d10. If one of the first four responses to this option beats a DC of 22, dialgoue will change slightly and grant success.]
>”We’ve got no interest in drugs. Do whatever you want with them. The guns thing… well it sucks, but we need TK15 gone more than we need firepower.”
>Write in something
>>Also write in other areas you’d like to cover, otherwise Kolburne will lead the discussion

Rolled 4, 3, 10 = 17 (3d10)

>>39437109
>>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?” [Roll a 3d10. If one of the first four responses to this option beats a DC of 22, dialgoue will change slightly and grant success.]

Here goes...

>>39437081
I came up with Henry Danzig as a (fairly blatant) parody of Harry Dresden. Call me a plebe if you will, but the Dresden Files are pretty fun books. Consider him an affectionate parody, viewed through the lens of a character who doesn't care for his chivalry routine.

Rolled 1, 8, 4 = 13 (3d10)

>>39437109
>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?” [Roll a 3d10. If one of the first four responses to this option beats a DC of 22, dialgoue will change slightly and grant success.]
We can do this!

Rolled 10, 9, 7 = 26 (3d10)

>>39437109
>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?”

Rolled 1, 3, 7 = 11 (3d10)

>>39437109
>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?” [Roll a 3d10. If one of the first four responses to this option beats a DC of 22, dialgoue will change slightly and grant success.]

Rolled 3, 8, 4 = 15 (3d10)

>>39437109
>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?” [Roll a 3d10. If one of the first four responses to this option beats a DC of 22, dialgoue will change slightly and grant success.]
>"The guns would help ensure that another TK15 doesn't take their place after they are gone, and would help further keep the streets clean of these drugs, the dealers are already getting plenty ambitious just with the promise of guns and gear, even before they have them, I don't imagine it would be hard for them to get them from alternate sources if they are determined enough and think we can't stop them."

>>39437161
Here we go boys.

>>39437161
>26
Nicely done anon.

Rolled 10, 2, 10 = 22 (3d10)

>>39437109
>>”We at LL have no interest in the drugs. Dump ‘em into the bay, burn ‘em, we don’t give a shit. The guns… are you sure you wouldn’t be willing to let a few crates slip by?” [Roll a 3d10. If one of the first four responses to this option beats a DC of 22, dialogue will change slightly and grant success.]

“We have no interest in drugs at LL. Burn them, toss ‘em in the bay, we don’t give a damn. But,” I continue, holding up a gloved finger, “there’s no way in hell that you people will be able to secure all the arms TK15 will be bringing to that meeting. That leaves you with a simple choice. Let us confiscate the rest, or let some random drug dealers run off with them. Do you know how many policemen Associates at LL have killed in the past five years in Saintsburgh? None. Zero. Zilch. Jack fucking squat. How about random criminals… was it four, last year alone?”

“Are you threatening us,” asks the G-woman, her voice cold.

“Not at all. I’m just telling you what will inevitably happen if you don’t let us help you confiscate the guns. We don’t want random criminals and drug dealing scum to have them either. Let us help you keep these things out of the hands of idiots who could cause some real harm, not just let them rot in a vault.”

There is a few seconds of silence before Kolburne replies, his voice slow. “Very well. We couldn’t confiscate all of guns, realistically speaking,” the G-woman looks outraged about to speak up, when Kolburne holds up a hand to silence her, “But, if a single gun leaves that warehouse in the hands of a common criminal, I will hold you people responsible, is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I reply, trying to suppress the thrill of satisfaction. I’m not the best at wording, so this was a supremely pleasant surprise. He who dares wins I guess.

Silence falls over the room for a brief second, giving me time to think.

>Discuss what firepower EnRA will bring
>Discuss what will be done with dealers in attendance
>Discuss what sort of firepower EnRA would be okay with LL bringing
>Write in

>>39437404
>>Discuss what firepower EnRA will bring
>>Discuss what will be done with dealers in attendance
>>Discuss what sort of firepower EnRA would be okay with LL bringing

>>39437404
>Discuss what sort of firepower EnRA is bringing, any mages? High powered ars? Full swat? Mind if a few dealers get taken out? More than enough could be arrested but enough to send a message to the rest not to fuck with LL? What could we bring that wouldn't get your panties in a bunch?

>>39437404
>Discuss what firepower EnRA will bring
>Discuss what will be done with dealers in attendance
>Discuss what sort of firepower EnRA would be okay with LL bringing
>Write in
>Discuss what prepwork they need for the raid, anything we need to not interfere with on their side, and likewise them not interferring in our side, we need to work smoothly together and can't be tripping over each other

>>39437404
>>Discuss what firepower EnRA will bring
>>Discuss what will be done with dealers in attendance
>>Discuss what sort of firepower EnRA would be okay with LL bringing
Ask all the questions

>>39437404
>Discuss what firepower EnRA will bring
and
>Discuss what sort of firepower EnRA would be okay with LL bringing

>>39437404
Oh hey since I am actually here for once, why do you hate dresden so much? I mean fucking danzig right.

>>39437629
Eh, I actually like him pretty well as a character. He's a fairly amusing narrator and you know he's a generally a good guy.

But there are some aspects of his character that drive me up the wall. The chivalry thing is one, as is his perpetual horniness.

>>39437688
>>39437629
Fedoramancy is a lonely path.

“Very well,” I say, keeping the smug satisfaction out of my voice. To be fair, the Vader mask helped a lot too, “Then let’s talk tactics. How many of you will be there, what sort of kit?”

“Expect a dozen agents in full SWAT kit. Assault rifles, type III body armor, two magnetized iron shield bearers if there’s a mage present. We are planning to open with tear gas and flashbangs, so have your men come prepared for that. I’m in charge of operations.”

A pause, then Kolburne continues talking. “Ah right, I almost forgot. We’ll have our trump card.”

My eyes narrow. What sort of trump card? Kolburne doesn’t sound like he’ll be telling, but this could be concerning for LL if it’s something real nasty. Like a dragon. Probably just means a mage… but still… dragons man…

I shake myself. “Very well then. Expect roughly the same number of associates to be present, including myself taking point, and an ogre. We’ll be carrying sub machine guns, the ogre has an LMG of his very own. Bullet proof vests, nothing rated for rifle rounds though. We’ll have to see about gas masks.”

Kolburne nods grimly. “Get on that. You’re not much use if you have to wait for the gas to clear before entering. And you don’t intend to bring anything heavier, correct?”

I think briefly about the grenade launchers hiding in the armory and shake my head. Best EnRA doesn’t know about that yet. “Nothing else.”

Kolburne nods. “Good.”

Another pause, then I speak again. “And about the dealers? Are we going to try and limit casualties?”

Kolburne shakes his head. “No executions, but EnRA isn’t the same as the police. We have no mandate to capture and try criminals. We are going in hot, and we will be putting down any hostiles who might be present. If they surrender or become otherwise incapacitated, we leave them alone. Is this reasonable?”

I’m conflicted on this. On one hand this frees us to act a lot more freely against the dealers, because we definitely aren’t interested in giving them a fair trial. On the other, this means should EnRA move against us, they aren’t constrained by the stuff cops usually are. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Kolburne nods. “Very well then. Is there anything more you wanted to address?”

>Well?

>>39437961
after this op goes down how will they be acting/reacting to us and the local scene?

>>39437961
I think that should suffice for now.

>>39437948
>>39438018
That's good.
Also, what kind of magic support are they bringing? Any Mages? If not are LLC bringing Mages?

>>39437961
Anyone in particular you'd like to have around for you folks to interview?

>>39438146
>>39438159
Oh hey these sound good I can get behind that.

Okay, last update for tonight. I'm dead tired.

Writan.

>>39438315
Thanks for all the hard work man. This has been a real fun thread.

>>39438315
Thanks for running FG/UG. Are we looking at another couple of threads worth of prep or are we going to jump right in next time?

>>39438416
good question.

Those who have managed to stay up so late with me! A rare opportunity! Jump in feet first tomorrow, or another day of prep?

And if we are jumping in, which POV would you prefer?

>>39438416
I hope theres a bit of prep and some downtime calm before the storm, we could use with some chillaxing with Vikki

>>39438438
I say another day of prep, and then see both POV's during the assault

“So are you people bringing any spell slingers to this,” I ask, suddenly recalling the distinct lack of a mage in the Lower East Office ever since Gorgorgux kicked the bucket. “Because the faerie like their druid shit.”

Kolburne smiles darkly. “Don’t worry, we’re prepared for such a contingency.”

I nod, watching him carefully. Okay, so that’s probably something to do with the trump card he mentioned earlier. I decide to let the issue go for now, hoping that it wouldn’t bite me and LL collectively in the ass. “Alright then. Anyone you guys might want alive? I can think of a few we might be interested in, but only in a general sense.”

Kolburne shrugs. “Not really. Local TK15 leaders or members. We don’t know anything about who in TK15 is running this invasion, so getting that information is a high priority for us.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “We’ve got much the same questions you people do. Thus far it’s only been rumblings of TK15 activity, nothing really definite.”

“Aside from the TK15 chop shop that was destroyed a few weeks ago,” asks the G-woman suddenly, her eyes narrowed.

I’m glad I was wearing the Vader helmet, which concealed both my startled expression and muffled the sudden intake of breath. “Yes. I suppose there was a… mess a few weeks ago in Witten Park.”

The G-woman is about to open her mouth again when Kolburne settles a hand on her shoulder, restraining her. “We need to go, shooter. Thanks for meeting us Enforcer. I look forward to working with you soon.”

“Likewise,” I reply, nodding politely. I wait until I hear a car pull away before I leave the abandoned car mechanic, heading back to the silver sedan. Things will be getting exciting pretty soon.

>>39438438
Another day of prep, with the view on both sides.

>>39438438
Maybe a little bit more of prep then the Raid. I think we should start in Jensen then end the second half of the raid as Reinhardt.

>>39438438
I'd rather jump straight in tomorrow. Preference toward Jason, but either one would be fine.

>>39438438
Ayyyyyy no day of prep, both sides are preferable. Though that's just cruel.

Okay, for the archive readers! When you read this thread, send your opinion in to the question I asked in >>39438438 to my ask.fm. I'll check out your responses there.

>>39438438
little bit of prep and relaxing before the battle, then lets see both sides during their bits of things in the op

thanks for the thread SG/FG/MG/UG, any idea when the next will be?

>>39438520
Probably Monday.

>>39438511
Thanks for running UG, have a good night man.

>>39438438
Let's just go in feet first, I'm not sure what prep we could do ourselves since we pretty much already operate at maximum equip load right now in terms of what's available.

Thanks for running senpai~

>>39438596
>I'm not sure what prep
we could enjoy a nice breakfast, get a nice latte, relax with the boss some, clean our guns etc

>>39438642
I'd clean your gun

So, something that'll have to be addressed in the next thread: Jason's main weapons are his rune-powered ones. They are powerful, but un-subtle and very unusual. We'll either have to forgo them for the raid or deal with the consequences.

>>39439358
Meh, shooter already knows who did it. No one's fooling anyone. Though it would give them a confirmation.