>>44861082
Order a train ticket.

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>>44861082

>>44861082
>Order a train ticket

Also go ahead and call forward to Russo, seems polite

>>44861299
>>Order a train ticket
>Also go ahead and call forward to Russo, seems polite

You punch in the address for the city's transit website, and purchase a ticket on the next train to Evergreen, all while pulling on your clothes and running at what you can only shamefully call full speed. You get a few strange looks from the resident of Silver Sands, either because they've never seen a sentient Con or because they've never seen a Con half naked waddling down the street in a panic.

As you reach the station, barely in time to squeeze through the sliding doors of the train, you dial up Russo. She answers on the third ring, and you assure her you'll be in as soon as possible.

"Huh? Oh, sir if you'd asked I would have picked you up." You tell her it's fine, and to cover for you until you get there. "I see, well please hurry, the cases are really piled up and I can't accept any of them until you sign off on it." You hang up the phone and sigh, then look up to see an entire crowd of people, all focusing on you as you stand in the doorway of the train.

>Sit down quietly
>"Take a picture, why don't you."
>"Morning, citizens. Carry on."
>Other

>>44861542
>"Morning, citizens. Carry on."

We will learn the fine art of dry wit and sarcasm

>>44861630
>"Morning, citizens. Carry on."

You look for a seat, but all the spots big enough are taken, and rather than bother someone to make room, you decide to simply grab hold of one of the loops dangling from the horizontal bar above you, and look out the window as you wait for the passengers to stop glaring.

You arrive at the station in Evergreen around 8:00, and are through the precinct doors by 8:30, a full hour late for work. You punch in, and dash to your desk where you find Russo twiddling her thumbs nervously. You apologize for the wait as you drop into your seat, and begin looking over the case files. As you flip through them, you notice something odd. Russo hasn't stopped looking at you since you got back. You try to ignore it at first, but it makes you increasingly tense as time goes by, until finally you can't help but look over and make eye contact, or the closest thing to it. You ask if there's a problem, and she points to the side of your head. You don't understand, until she reaches into her bag and produces a compact mirror, holding it up in front of you.

On the side of your face is a lipstick mark in the shape of a kiss, as well as a love heart and the words "thanks for a great night xo". Russo puts the mirror back away and gives you a look of uncertainty, accentuated by her slight flush.

>"My personal life is not your concern, detective."
>"Just a prank. Really."
>"Don't worry, I just spent the night with a woman up in Silver Sands, we did each other a favor."
>Silently go back to work

>>44862016
>"Just a prank. Really."

"Ah, that would explain some of the looks I got in the way in. Got some upgrades yesterday."

Speaking of we should really register our fancy new digits

>>44862016
>"Don't worry, I just spent the night with a woman up in Silver Sands, we did each other a favor."

>>44862110
>"Just a prank. Really."

You try to dissolve the tension, but Russo still seems a bit unsure. As you explain, you recall your new upgrade, and switch the subject to it instead. You ask Russo if she wouldn't mind giving you a cop of one of the firearm registration forms, and she is more than glad to get up and go somewhere else.

You wipe the mark off of your face with a tissue as you look over the next case. It seems a vehicle has been stolen in Evergreen, a new one recently purchased. There may be a connection to a chop shop that's rumored to be operated out of Lowtown, but it's unclear, so you and Russo are being sent to see if it's coincidence or not. You gather the info you need, and sign off on the case as Russo returns. You fold up the form and pocket it, since it would take three days to get cleared no matter when you filled it out. You fill her in on the details, and the two of you get ready to head out.

"Er, sir, maybe I should drive. You might still be tired from your...um..."

>"I'll drive."
>"Be my guest."
>"I don't like your tone, detective."
>Other

>>44862280
>"Be my guest."
pick your fights.

>>44862280
>"I'll drive."

>>44862375
>"Be my guest."
>pick your fights.

Russo seems to cheer up a little, and insists on taking her personal vehicle, which you suspect is out of a fear of crashing another police vehicle. You follow her down to the garage beneath the building, and travel through a maze of cars, bikes, trucks and one van with a mural painted on the side. You don't know for certain who it belongs to, but you're not going to look into it, for your own sake.

Russo drives a small foreign model with two doors and a bumper sticker expressing her appreciation for a certain prime time television show about attractive men in a high-rise apartment building dealing with absurdly melodramatic scenarios, all of which are only problems for someone holding an eight figure salary. Come to think of it, Russo should make a large amount working for the police. You ask her about her junker of a car, and she merely shrugs.

"Student loans."

The two of you slide in and are off, up the ramp and onto the street, making for Evergreen. Along the way, Russo flips the station to a pop channel, blasting you with some nonsensical and repetitive tune about human butts, which you cannot deny is hypnotically catchy.

>Flip to a better channel
>Leave it, just space out
>Join Russo in a sing-a-long

>>44862722
>Leave it, just space out

Her car, her radio. Unless of course she follows the co-pilot is DJ rule

>>44862722
>Join Russo in a sing-a-long
was there any other option?

>>44862722
>Join Russo in a sing-a-long
Screw it, we've got a robotic hangover and are looking at a painful day; let's make everyone else have a headache, too.

>>44862822

Be sure to pick up the bass line

>>44862810
>Join Russo in a sing-a-long
>was there any other option?

You learn the lyrics with ease, both by having a good memory and the fact that the song only has about thirteen different words in it to begin with. It only takes a verse for you to get the groove, and then the two of you are harmoniously chanting, praising the radial supremacy of human posteriors, as well as their inherent advantageous properties when approaching a woman with romantic intent.

After the song finishes out, fading to a trio of obnoxious hosts babbling about celebrity gossip, Russo can't seem to hold in her giggles. You yourself are more of a muffled laugher, but something about the genuine joy she has in her gut makes you feel good.

"S-sorry sir, that was just a lot of fun. I never would have expected you to be a fan of pop. Forgive me for attributing a stereotype, but most people say Cons are only into those songs that sound like two floppy drives arguing about politics."

>"I'm a complicated machine, Russo."
>"Synth-noise. It's an acquired taste."
>"Shut up and kiss me, you charmer." (Joke)
>Other

>>44862974
>"Synth-noise. It's an acquired taste."
But also it's good to let out some noise, let yourself feel alive, before the city drags it away from you again.

>>44862974

>"Synth-noise. It's an acquired taste."

>>44862974
>"Synth-noise. It's an acquired taste."

>>44863007
>"Synth-noise. It's an acquired taste."

Russo seems embarrassed, as though she may have personally offended you. Whether or not she has is irrelevant.

You arrive at the address of the stolen vehicle shortly, and exit Russo's car as she beeps the doors locked. Perhaps she's worried about car thieves. You approach the front door of the house, and prepare to knock. You stop short, however.

>Let Russo take the lead on this case
>Take the lead, she'll tell you when she feels ready

>>44863136
>Let Russo take the lead on this case
It's an easier one to cut her teeth on. Let's see how she handles things.

>>44863136
>Let Russo take the lead on this case

Straightforward case to go with

>>44863136
>Let Russo take the lead on this case

>>44863240
>Let Russo take the lead on this case

You step back form the door and motion for Russo to proceed. She doesn't follow at first, then seems to understand all at once. She nervously steps around you, and raps her knuckles softly on the wooden door. There is no answer. You give her a light nudge with your palm, and feel her shake slightly. She swallows, and knocks louder. This time, you hear footsteps, and soon the door swings open to reveal a tall man with a round gut and a beard, dressed in a sweater.

"Ah, you must be from the police. You're here to investigate my car being stolen, yes?"

Russo freezes up.

>"Yes, sir, may we look around?"
>Nudge her again
>Let her do it on her own

>>44863333
>Let her do it on her own
It's both shoving her in the deep end and giving her baby steps!

>>44863333
>>"Yes, sir, may we look around?"
This is only her second case, and her first one ended with her in the hospital. Let's lead by example.

>>44863333
>Nudge her again

As subtly as we can

First tie of the night

>>44863333
>Let her do it on her own
tiebreaker

>>44863333
>>Let her do it on her own

>>44863486
>Let her do it on her own
You look out at the lawn as Russo struggles to find words. You notice the driveway is in pretty good shape, except for a faint skid curving to the left of the house. That might be important later.

Russo finally explains the situation, and the owner of the vehicle, Mr Summers, allows you inside. You follow him to a sitting room, decorated in warm colors and sprinkled with wooden antiques on shelves and tables all over. You sit, following Russo's example. You might have skipped the pleasantries and went right to work, but Russo is leading this time, so you'll defer things like this to her. Mr. Summers thinks of sitting, but then recalls something.

"Ah, I'll get you two something to drink."

"Oh, thank you. If you've got green tea-"

"I do! Back in just a shake." Mr. Summers makes his way to the kitchen, leaving you two alone. Russo peers around the room, picking up bits and bobs and inspecting them gently.

>"You know I can't drink, right?"
>"What do you make of the guy?"
>"Put that down, act like a professional."
>Remain silent

>>44863581
>>"What do you make of the guy?"

>>44863581
>"What do you make of the guy?"
Let her do things how she wants them now; critique at the end.

>>44863581
>"What do you make of the guy?"

>>44863581
>"What do you make of the guy?"

>>44863630
>"What do you make of the guy?"

Russo is taken by surprise, setting down a wooden bird and gathering her thoughts.

"Well, he seems genuine. At least he's trying to be? The decor in here makes me think he's sort of lonely. I mean they say lonely people tend to surround themselves with objects to express their affection, right? Or wait, was that introverts... a-anyway, I think he's being honest." You nod. A strange way to break a guy down, but everyone is different. If it were Dean, he'd call the guy a liar right to his face, put him on the backfoot right out of the gate to squeeze every bit of info he could.

Mr. Summer returns with a small china pot, and pours cups for all three of you. Russo sips hers as they talk, going over the robbery. Apparently, Summers parked the thing in his garage a couple days after buying it, then woke up in the night to the sound of his garage door opening. Any hacker with an hour to kill could whip up a door opener with an adjustable frequency, so finding the person who made it would be a lot of legwork for no real result. Summers goes on to say that when he got down to the garage, the crook had already peeled out and made a beeline for the road. He was too sleepy to remember much else.

Russo begins her line of questioning, but doesn't seem to be hitting the real details you might need. She's more or less playing patty-cake with the guy.

>Let her handle it, you can fill in the blanks
>Jump in, the case comes first
>'Suggest' a question

>>44863771
>'Suggest' a question

See if Russo takes the hint and if not take over questioning. She's probably just shaken up with trying to lead

>>44863771
>'Suggest' 'a' 'question'

>>44863771
>Jump in, the case comes first
She can learn from example.

>>44863805
>'Suggest' a question

You causally mention that knowing which way the car went would help narrow down the search, since nobody wants to be in a hot car longer than they have to, and would have taken a direct route as long as they weren't being followed. Russo looks over, puzzled, and then gasps as she realizes what to ask.

"Sir, which way do you park your car, facing inward or outward?"

"Huh? Well I normally park facing outward, since I hate pulling into the street whe-"

Bingo. The guy peeled left, meaning he was headed that way. If you remember the area right, and you do, he'd be headed toward the exit to Lowtown. You might have a connection. The two of you finish up your questioning and take your leave, thanking him for the tea. As you climb back into Russo's car, she hums to herself.

"Thank you, sir. For trusting me. And for having my back."

>"Don't waste it, let's nab this guy."
>"We're partners, aren't we?"
>"You looked like a fish on the lakeside, flopping around like that."
>Other

>>44864019
>Other
>You're learning. Stuff like this, it'll come to you in time. And the best way to learn is by doing. Doesn't hurt to have a few hints to get a leg up, though.
>Don't worry if I butt in. Just trust me if I do, just like I'll trust you, ok?

>>44864019
>>"You looked like a fish on the lakeside, flopping around like that."
>"We're partners, aren't we?"

>>44864121
seconded.

>>44864121

This. Well said, anon.

>>44864121

Russo is even more confident now, and the two of you drive smoothly toward Lowtown, your own neighborhood. You know the place like the back of your hand, but to be fair any cop worth his salt is used to Lowtown. When you arrive, as the building seem to instantly age thirty years and the drivers become a lot less courteous, you make for the industrial part of town, the best place to hide a business that requires such a ruckus at all hours.

After some scouting, you come up with no solid leads on who might be running the shop, and where. Luckily, just as you'd hope, Russo comes up with a good course of action.

"Why don't we ask some locals? Like, rough customers? Guys who might know about illicit stuff? Do you... I mean that is to say... you're kind of..."

>"Do I know criminals?"
>"Pop your foot out of your mouth and lets move."
>"Go on, say it."
>Other

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>>44864385
>"Do I know criminals?"
Cops know criminals. Not every criminal is scum, even though a lot of them are. What did this girl learn in the academy, anyway?

>>44864385
>"Do I know criminals?"

>>44864385
>"Do I know criminals?"

>>44864523
>"Do I know criminals?"

"Well I didn't want to word it like that but...do you?" Russo seems both amused and guilt ridden, but you shrug it off. You tell her you can probably find someone, but it might take a little bit of grit to really squeeze out solid info. She seems uncomfortable with the idea, but nods in agreement regardless. Russo flips the car around, and drives toward downtown.

Of the places you might look, you can think of three. The Rivet Club, where Cons are always happy to help Cons. Mr. Twister, an eccentric landlord with his fingers in all sorts of pies, all of which are rotten, but none of which are strictly illegal, and who's information is as valuable as he is greedy. Finally, you can search the Slum's Cardboard Burg, where the locals scrapers might have picked up info, but they'll need to be greased.

>Rivet Club
>Mr. Twister
>Cardboard Burg

>>44864653
>Rivet Club
Getting reliable info is easier from people that like you.

>>44864653

>Rivet Club

Best place to start, plus its a good idea to introduce Russo to it sooner than later as a reliable place to go concerning cons, provided we fill her in on the generals first.

>>44864653
>Mr. Twister
It always helps to stick with the information dealers. And I'd rather avoid the Club with Russo hanging off us, since she'll stick out unnecessarily.

>>44864802
baby steps, we get to info dealers once we have a base set of info to ask specific questions from when we go see Mr Twister.

>>44864653
>Rivet Club

Plus if we go in with Russo they might get to know her as a cool skinbag and help her later in her career

>>44864653
>Rivet Club
Just act natural, Russo. They won't hurt you... probably.

>>44864880
>Rivet Club
You direct Russo to the Rivet Club, located not far from your current location, in an old auto garage that was converted into a music and social club. When you arrive, you see the parking lot fairly empty, but you know how many Cons prefer to work at night to avoid interacting with humans, so you're confident it'll be pretty busy. You walk up to the double doors together and greet Sal, the bouncer. You flash your membership card, and he nods.

"You're good." His voice is deep and rough, since his synthesizer is older than he is, though he refuses to get a new one. "She stays outside. Tie her up by the bike post if you don't want her running away."

Russo shivers a bit, but bless her she doesn't run.

>"Police business, Sal. Step aside." (30%)
>"She goes where I go. I'll take responsibility." (50%)
>"I've put you on a workbench before Sal, let's not relive our first meeting." (80%)
>"Stay here, Russo, I'll be back."

>>44864991
>"Stay here, Russo, I'll be back."
If we take her in there someone might think she's some sort of Con fetishist, perish the thought.

>>44864019
>>44864121
Thirded

>>44865109
I'm not sure if it's someone terminally late, and even I sometimes am off by a few minutes due to the quick updating our friendly QM does it, but...
You're literally an hour late, man. Click "update" before you post, will you? Try using the "auto" feature, why not, to make sure you're not missing out any quest posts?

>>44865174
>quick updating
Is this considered quick? I get antsy that I'm making you guys wait too long

>>44865217
It's relatively fast. Some quests go for several hours between posts. Most tend to go between the 30 minute to 1 hour timeframe, and you're consistently within the 20-30 mark. For small quests like this with cosy sort of readership numbers that's fine, though.

>>44864991
Sal, Cut me some slack. It's been a long day and she needs to stay with me.

>>44864991
>"She goes where I go. I'll take responsibility." (50%)
>"I've put you on a workbench before Sal, let's not relive our first meeting." (80%)

Segue into that, "You know I wouldn't drag trouble here Sal, I like this place.

>>44864991
>"She goes where I go. I'll take responsibility." (50%)

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>44865328
>>44865381

>>44865546
You try to step forward, but you feel Sal's heavy hand shove you back. Despite his personality and slow way of speaking, he's not an idiot, and he's probably one of the hardest knuckles around, having started his life as a heavy loader. He bends at the waist, bringing his head around level with yours, to put his vocal amp closer to your receivers.

"Then neither of you are gettin' inside. Get it? Then get lost." Sal stands back up tall and folds his thick arms. Russo taps your shoulder from behind.

"I'm sorry sir, maybe we should just go after all."

Sal seems serious, but you know this is one of the best places to get info. If you don't get past him, you're giving up on a valuable chance.

>"Last warning Sal." (Serious)
>"Fine. Russo, stay by the car." (The Law comes first)
>"Alright, we'll come back later." (Remain united)
>Other

>>44865625
>Other
"This is police business sal, don't make me book you for obstructing an officer"

>>44865625
>>"Fine. Russo, stay by the car." (The Law comes first)

>>44865625
>"Fine. Russo, stay by the car." (The Law comes first)
I'll be back in a minuet.
>Whisper to her.
Keep your weapon ready and if anyone tries to approach your car, drive away.

>>44865625
>"Fine. Russo, stay by the car." (The Law comes first)

>>44865625
>"Fine. Russo, stay by the car." (The Law comes first)

>>44865725
She's a police officer not a teenage girl. She can handle herself.

>>44865719
>"Fine. Russo, stay by the car." (The Law comes first)

Russo agrees nervously, and you step forward. Sal moves aside to let you in without any more trouble.

The inside of the Rivet Club is dark, thanks to remote controlled blinds that are normally shut tight during daylight hours. It lends to the ambiance. You approach the counter, and see that Daisy is working the front today. She's a German model, with mostly hermaphrodite features on her chassis, but a distinctly female vox with a mild french accent she favors for the perception of class and elegance. You can't decide if it's cute or pretentious palace talk, but that's neither here nor there. As you pull up a stool, Daisy greets you warmly.

"Elo, detective. May I prepare for you a patch? It seems a bit early for it, but who am I to judge." You tell her you're only here for info on the chop shop. She tilts her head, crosses her arms and taps her skull for a moment. "Well, I believe Monsieur Rex might know somesing about it. He works in a machine shop, I believe, where they often replace damaged parts. He may know a source."

It's a good a start as any. You ask about Rex, and she points you toward the tables near where the stage is, and where the main shop once was.

"I must warn you, detective. Monsieur Rex is a bit strange." You thank Daisy and move toward the tables. As you approach, the speakers change from a light jazz tune to a more upbeat swing. Just breakfast music, you think. You arrive at a table where three Cons sit together. Two are American, with large bodies and broad shoulders, and one is Asian, with very feminine features and what you are shocked to see is a full blown dress on. Not many Cons wear clothes, but most are more conservative that to slip into a cocktail gown and prance around town like they got business.

>Tap one on the shoulder
>Announce yourself
>Approach politely
>Other

>>44865625
Seems Sal's a dick. Shame. Pretty sure its gonna bite him in the arse when he next needs a copper, but oh well.

>>44865956
>Tap one on the shoulder
Subtle, we are not.

>>44865625
>>44865719
>>44865725
>>44865782
>>44865869
Remember to ask her afterwards what she's learned from having to wait outside.

The answer is that sometimes you need to know when you can fit in, and when you need to bite down and let things go. We'll be using her as a pretty face when it comes to prejudiced humans, too, not just prejudiced cons.

>>44865956
>Approach politely

Always easier to get information this way

>>44865956

>Announce yourself

"Good evening, folks."
>Briefly show the badge
"I'd like to speak to Rex in private for a minute, if that's no trouble, and then I'll be on my way."

Another tie

>>44866313

33% for each, on 100% it's GM's pick?

>>44866434
or just roll a d3
you're stuck in whole numbers anon.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>44866470
We're about to get non-euclidean in here

>>44866183
>Approach politely

You approach quietly, and address the table as a group, introducing yourself by name and occupation, and asking to speak to Rex. All three patrons look over at you, but none stand. It's another few moments of awkward silence before the Asian Con speaks up.

"It's Roxy now. As in Roxanne. See these parts? I didn't spend so much money on em to get brushed off by some dick in a dollar store pair of jeans." You'll pretend he meant dick as in detective. "And what do you want from me?" Despite the feminine parts, Rex, or rather Roxy, has a male vox. Probably saving that replacement for last, or perhaps she's attached to it. Either way, you bring up the chop shop situation.

"Ah, I get you. Looking to bust up some suppliers. Well, say I were to help you. What might I get out of it?"

>"You might get to walk out of here without a pair of shiny new bracelets." (40%)
>"You might get to walk out with all those shiny new parts significantly cleaner and less dented." (80%)
>"Please, good people are getting hurt here." (30%)
>Other

>>44866592
Okay. how does this percent thing work?

>>44866592
>Other
Maybe the next time you get hassled by the police for something they'll go easy on you. Who knows.

>>44866636
Like old school rolls. If a choice gets picked, I roll it, and if it's under the percent out of a hundred it's a success. You've got pretty low charisma though, as a result of your choice to be a Construct at the beginning of the quest. I don't post the little number sheet I have out of mercy for you guys, but it's all fair.

>>44866592
>please good people aware getting hurt out here.

We seem like a relatively moralistic Construct.

>>44866788
Alright, thanks.

Then I'm going with intimidation. Always works best
>>44866592
>"You might get to walk out with all those shiny new parts significantly cleaner and less dented." (80%)

>>44866835
Sorry meant *are

>>44866592

>Other
>Next time you have an issue maybe the cops turn their head one way or another. I'll owe you a favor how much is that worth to you?

>>44866670
>>44866944
>Other

You tell Roxy that she might have some wiggle room with the force for a while if she's willing to spill the beans. This doesn't seem to persuade her, but one of the other Cons advises her to take it. You don't like the way he did, and now you have to wonder if you haven't just traded trouble now for trouble later. Either way, Roxy caves.

"Alright, fine. I'll give you an address, but that's it. What you do from there is all you, and this conversation never happened. Deal?" You accept. Roxy scribbles down a few numbers and letters on a napkin and tosses it to you in a wad, which you catch and unfold. It's a warehouse near the pier. Pretty obvious spot, but this still saved you upward of a day of legwork.

You thank Roxy and make for the door. As you exit, adjusting to the light outside, you spot Russo in her car, head pressed against the steering wheel. You approach, and hear her blasting some kind of college rock, complete with self-obsessed vocals.

>Climb in and tell her to suck it up
>Tap on the window and ask if she wants to party
>Knock on the glass and show her the address
>Get in and pat her on the back

>>44867040

>Knock on the glass and show her the address.

"We're in business, rookie. Let's radio in a status check and head for the docks."

>>44867040
>Get in and pat her on the back

>>44867121

Seconding

Once we're in the car "Don't take it too hard, not a lot of Cons around we take our places we do have to ourselves seriously."

>>44867040
Back pats away!

>>44867121
>Knock on the glass and show her the address.
>"We're in business, rookie. Let's radio in a status check and head for the docks."

Russo perks up a bit, and dials the precinct. After confirming the details, her smile wanes a little.

"Um, dispatch advises taking some firepower. apparently they think the thieves might have actually put someone in the hospital this morning while trying to get away with a vehicle, but they haven't linked them yet. What do you think?"

You mull it over. You're tough enough to handle a couple of thugs with purse guns, and Russo's a decent shot. Still, safe is better than sorry.

>"Let's grab some gear from Davis."
>"Call Dean."
>"We can handle it as is, they're just punks."
>"Not sure. What do you think, Detective Russo?" (Trust Russo's judgement.)

>>44867288
>"Not sure. What do you think, Detective Russo?" (Trust Russo's judgement.)

>>44867288
>"Let's grab some gear from Davis."

"Better safe than sorry, Russo. I'm getting tired of soaking up hospital juice while you recuperate."

>Deadpan
"That was a joke."

>>44867328
kek.
seconded.

>>44867288
>"Let's grab some gear from Davis."
on second thought why don't you decide
>"Not sure. What do you think, Detective Russo?" (Trust Russo's judgement.)

>>44867328
I like it, let's roll with this.

>>44867328

Thirding

>>44867328
You make Russo legitimately nervous for a moment, but relieve her just as quickly. She starts the car and the two of you make it up to Evergreen, and then the station pretty quickly. You park, head up to the entrance, and then back down to Davis' hidey hole. When you arrive, he is gleefully flipping through a Con parts magazine instead of working. You interrupt him, and for one he isn't ecstatic to see you.

"Oh, afternoon detective. I'll get you a form. Oh! Wait! I have something to ask you!" Before you can protest, Davis continues. "What would you prefer as a present, clothes or maybe a nice handmade quilt? I'm asking for a friend."

>"Later Davis, we need vests and ammo."
>"Clothes, why?"
>"Handmade is always more meaningful."
>Other

>>44867539
>"Clothes, why?"

I've shredded quite a few of my normal outfits recently. Speaking of which we need vests and ammo.

>>44867539
>"Handmade is always more meaningful."
But a nice 7.62 is always the best

>>44867539
>"Handmade is always more meaningful."

>>44867539
>"Clothes, but right now we need vests and ammo."

>>44867539
>>"Clothes, why?"
>>We need vests and ammo."

>>44867787
>"Handmade is always more meaningful."

"Really? I guess it wouldn't be as simple as just spending a bunch of money, would it? I've got a lot to learn, but maybe this really could work out for me..." Davis continues to stare dreamily at the page. At some point, you become uncomfortable and shout, regaining his attention. He jumps, startled, then apologizes and slides you the form. You sign out a vest for Russo, and some extra ammo.

>Take normal rounds (x27)
>Take AP rounds (x18)
>Take HE rounds (x9)
>Take a Mk4 Riot Gun

>>44867897
Crap, you responded right before my refresh popped. I can backpeddle if you guys want? It's only fair

>>44867910
>Take AP rounds (x18)
probably won't need to worry about over penetration while in a machine shop.
>>44867933
not that big of a deal.

>>44867933
This will affect something down the line, just maybe not a for a little while

>>44867910
>Take normal rounds (x27)
>Take HE rounds (x9)
>Take a Mk4 Riot Gun
By riot gun do you mean a shotgun type of riot gun or tear gas lobbying type of riot gun? Because they've both been called that.

>>44868032
Shotgun, doesn't take all types of ammo but it hits hard enough to knock a Con over, among other benefits. But taking too much ordinance will get you in trouble later if you do it too often

>>44867910

>Take AP rounds (x18)
>Take a Mk4 Riot Gun

If there are Cons involved, we'll need the extra 'oomph that ol' Betsy here provides.

It's time to make the loud.

>>44867965
>>44868032
>>44868287

You sling the Mk4 over your shoulder, and take a couple of preloaded magazines full of armor piercing rounds for you pistol. Russo takes her vest, and two speed loaders ready to go with normal rounds, and one with HE just in case. That done, the two of you make your way back to the garage, and then back to Lowtown.

As you drive, you check your weapons to make sure everything is okay. As usual, Davis takes great care of the gear, not even making the common mistake of overcleaning the Mk4s when he gets them back in.

The drive is mostly silent, and when you arrive it is just approaching sunset. You've got about two hours before time to clock out. The two of you step out of the car, and without even needing to be asked, Russo takes the lead, marching in front of you all the way up to the front door of the warehouse.

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>>44868383
Gonna wrap here for tonight, and pick up in the morning right where we left off. I hope everybody had some fun, and I hope you all come back tomorrow to see what happens!

As usual, I'll be around for a little while, off and on, if anyone wants to clear up some stuff. Also, if we haven't been archived I'd be really appreciative if someone took the time to save it for the rest of us

>>44867910
>Take AP rounds (x18)
Machine shop is gonna be full a cons

>>44868422
This is a fun quest.
I've had fun and hopefully continue to do so.
Thanks.

>>44868422
Thanks for running dude.

>>44868422
Archived!

For future reference the archival page is this one;
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestinterface.html?

I've been calling the archive Badge and Bullet Case Files and using the tags Badge and Bullet, Collective Game, noir, modern fantasy. Would you want any others added? Robot or anything?