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Renee and me rock up to the restaurant by taxi. He's raving about something but Im just zoneing. Im thinking that I need to get to DJS' club sometime and tell him just how much I missed his beats. Oh, he da man. Im just realising what a skill he has. *sigh*.
We rock in and find the table. Like its hard. Just find the weirdos.
We take a seat while Red introduces people. Some Doc recognises Ren and the of them two power chat. Oh Set, I should have brought the CD player. This evening is gunna be boring.
The doc invites the other Doc over to the table.
"Hi, just call me Dutch." Dutch, eh? Ok, maybe he's not that stuffy.
Dutch starts talking to Renee about his problems. Man, even I can see he needs sedation. Maybe some shock treatment. Id help.
Everyone starts filling in Dutch and bickering about the details. Well lets see, the story goes, we met the the old eatery, loony girl said that we were all in danger and being watched, then she stabs herself, then we are being followed, then one of Doc's Doc's goes missing, another one goes looking and dies, then.... Red freaks out at that. CJ starts explaining what happened.
At some point Lindsey rolls up. Man she has some publicity issues. She makes some point about maybe the kid we are looking for is something do with the missing Doc. Hmmm. Could be. She also said something about someone going back to the place we first met and Doc insists it was him. Whisper describes Mz Ice Doc if im not mistaken. Weird.
Blah blah blah. People start raving. Dutch seems to be telling Renee to get in touch with his inner paranoia or some such crap. I start staring round and looking for something cool to happen. Anything really. Doc talk is so boring.
I stare out the window for a couple of minutes before I realise that im looking at the bastard who followed me. Son of a....
"Yeah, we could just talk about this or we could go over there and ask the dude who followed me. He's sitting over there in the cafe over the other side of the road." I look at the nark.
"Well Im just sitting here. I cant be involved in that." Hmmm. The blind eye, eh?
"I know some questioning techniques" offers Dutch. Apparently learned in some war. Not WW2 apparently tho.
We talk and chat about it like its new car to purchase or somethin'. Im peeking over now and then and the car that followed Renee rolls up and the dude who followed me gets in.
I watch them drive off and sigh. Too slow. So much for any action.
"I have a different plan. Given that we were just talking about going over there and talking to him and now he's driven away. Its almost like they know what we were talking about...."
People quickly decide to split. Red offers her place. She writes the address on a piece of paper and Renne, Dutch and I take a taxi to a close block and then walk. Dutch has some old war wound and bitches most of the way. Although not in a Renee way.
We roll up at the door and Renee starts pressing the button. Man, DMS thinks I need instant gratification! Whatever the hell that is. Dutch tells him to chill, but hes all worked up now.
We go inside and Red's got some device that she scans Ren with. It beeps and buzzes and she finds some sort of bug on the loser. Man that had to be planted by someone, although he didnt notice when I stole his wallet when we first met so he probably wouldnt notice someone dropping that in his pocket. Still, maybe it was someone close. Hmmm. Ice doc again.
I think back to the shopping trip and Glenn was holding what Im wearing now. Oh man, thats a cool toy. "Do me! Do me!"
Red scans Dutch next and finds nothing. Then she scans me and finds nothing. Sorry G, hon, had to be sure.
CJ starts saying we should leave. But I thought we just got here. Man, I dont dig these people. We all start to leave. Renee asks Red how long the bug had been there and she consentrates, "With my powers of deduction, I'd say HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW!"
She cracks me up. I start larfin'. Suddenly, something is wrong and I cant stop laughing. Breath is hard to take. People start to drag me out of the flat. Im trying to call out, but I cant draw breath. Its like Im choking on something.
I hear Ren raving, but I cant really focus on anything to see. My sight starts going blurry and I feel someone trying to give me CPR or something. I claw at the carpet because I want to lash out and take someone with me, but I know they are just trying to help. I try and focus on not leashing out.
I hear crying out and stuff, but none of it makes any sense. Im trying to focus on not not not grabbing someone by the throat and returning this favor. Man what I wouldnt give to be watching someone turn blue aswell now.
Suddenly Im pulled to my feet. I try and push away from whoever has me, but my muscles just dont have any strength. Everything is burning. Someone lifts me and drops me into a hard bear hug or something. The sudden impact and squeeze breaks something loose and air rushes into my lungs.
I suck it in and try and get back into control. It was the big guy who did that.... Dutch. The brain starts working again. He must have been trying to clear my lungs or something. I owe you one, big fella.
I push away from him. I dont trust any of these losers enough to be near me when Im weak. I back into a corner and fold over to try and get my breath back. I hear more commotion, but focus on getting my breath back. For now Ill just hurt anyone who comes near.
Im about fixed again when a shot rings out. I hit the deck and roll to the banister for cover. Renee is near the window that shattered and the others are on this side of the stairs, away from the window. Renee looks like he is movin' kinda funny. CJ is moving to the window, piece out, and Renee is running up the stairs, sort of.
Meal ticket! Damn. I run towards Renee, staying low. Another shot rings out, but its CJ returning fire. I see Ren start to fall down the stairs. CJ is peeking round looking for someone to pop. Renee hits the stairs with a thud.
A pain hits my shoulder. "Uh!". I must have hit the banister with my shoulder. Bastard hurts. Must still be dazed from the choking thing.
Renee bounces to a stop on the landing and I grab his colar. Blood. Stupid moron got himself shot.
I drag him round the landing and down the stairs. The thunk is satisfying. Once we are down a landing or two, I start to check his wounds. Bullet in the leg. #$&(*.
Whisper offers me a belt and I take it and bind the hit.
His shoulder is out and I start to put it back in when he wakes up.
"Hey, Doc, this may hurt..." I slam his shoulder back in. His eyes go wide and he zonks again. Oh well, he'll be back soon.
I start to think about moving again, but something weird happens. I get this weird flash, like an E gone bad, of.. of.. I dunno what. Its like I hear all these feet running and something shambles past me. Its a... I dunno, its something dead. I cant tell if its that dead woman from the wacked out dream with the glass I had in the hotel room. I look round and the walls are spinning and the old crazy who got us all together in the first place is standing there with a dont mess with me look and... no that cant be right. Suddenly a bird flies past and out a window and I look round and everyone else is there too. And there is some connection or link or something and... oh I got no idea. I must be out of it from lack of air. Man, gotta consentrate.
Whisper starts to move. Looks like she just freaked. I try and grab her, but miss. I grab the doc and start to move again. One more set of stairs then we are on the ground floor.
We talk about how to get out of here, but all the cars are out the front. Sniper. Bugger. Phones are out too. Its one of those days.
We break into some old granny's flat and scope out the back way out. CJ offers to run out and get the car. I make noises like dead Red and sniper, but she insists. Whatever.
CJ, Red and I move to the front door. CJ is ready to give covering fire while Red runs to the car. I get ready to go pull the smeared Red off the side walk. She bolts and makes it.
To the back door! I rush into the flat, chuck Whisper on my back and go out the back door. Red screeches to a halt and we pile in. She floors it and we get out of Dodge.
Ren needs to be fixed, so I guide people to my fav 'no questions asked' clinic.
Dutch suggests we all draw out cash incase the cards stop working. Been there, done that. G. Oh man, G! He's with the Ice bitch!
Ren interupts my train of thought and gives me his card and I max the sucker out. 2 G's and I keep the plastic. He's too out of it to notice.
We get to the clinic and a little green gets the doc seen to. They patch him up while the rest of us wait.
We talk about where to go. Dutch and Red want to dissapear. Ren wants to go back to the clinic. I think Im with that. Gotta save G from Mz Ice. She may know whats goin' on. I offer to go get a new car, but the Nark wont let that fly. Sure, beating info out of someone is cool, but you cant steal a car. Cops.
DMS is right, cops are 10%.
Cas sat in the back of Red's car as they pulled away from the clinic. Man, I gotta think. I got Ren's wallet and 2 G's in my pocket. Plus another 5 bills from G. That'd get me a long way. I should run. I should grab Whisper as cover and run.
I got no paper trail to lead them to me. I got no job to leave, no assets to lose and no family to miss. DMS' is probably out for my blood. Ice too, knowin' how the moron clings to everything Set says. Nothin' left for me here, I should just run and.... ah why doesnt that seem right? DMS' would know why. Ah, screw him, the prick.
Gotta think. Lets see whats the position... no its not the position we are in. I should just run. Guns. Run. Cant be the position. Maybe its the people.
Whisper. She seems smart. The one or two times she opened her mouth, good ideas came out. Quiet and smart, sorta like Sarah, I guess. She probably has no ID and nothing to keep her here. We could dissapear. Two pairs of eyes are better than one. The both of us could just hitch onto a train and be gone. Id keep her safe, and she'd probably know where to go or how to dissapear. I got the feelin' that she's dissapeared before. Hmmm. She did freak and run, but I can always ditch her if she becomes too much trouble. Plus it will distract fire and give me cover.
CJ. The nark. Hmmmm. She is the only danger to me in this group. She's got a gun and the `right' to use it. Still she doesnt seem the pushy type and she seems together. Mostly. Need to get her onside if Im not going to run.
Red. Red's cool. She got props from her job and some cool toys. She seems to have a Rep here and a sucessful business. She's got balls too, judging by that run to the car. Yeah, I think I like her, from the small bit I've seen.
Dutch. Well, first of all, I owe him for that choking thing. A rich, smart doc. He got props from the other Docs and he seems to know about this 'Inquisition' crap. Useful dude to hang around if we are gunna face these bastards.
Ren. Ren Ren Ren. Lets see, annoying as Hell, emotional, needs a good pimp slap. Still, G gives him props and G aint dumb. He's probably smart at what he does, but the trouble is that he is dumb at what he doesnt do. He got the clinic, the Barbie and little Barbies, cash and props.
G. He's cute and rich. He got a great job, nice place. Some Barbie too, according to Ren. Hmm. Cant just ditch him, even if I decide to run. Shouldnt take him with me though, he'd just be a drag, having no streetwise and all. Still, he is a Doc. Could be useful.
Its not the people. I'd kill most of these people myself for... for.. Hmmm. Props? Nah. Cash? Maybe... Nah. Something... Hmm. Oh, record time. I think I'm gettin' an idea. DMS would be proud.
Unlike most of these people, I live by my strength, not my brains. I dunno about Whisper, but all the others live by their brains. I guess thats my problem.
Its my fists and feet that keep me on top on the street. When they go, as I get older, Im as good as dead. Not actually dead, but people will be able to push me round and take advantage of me. Aint gunna happen, sister.
I look at these people and they have what I dont. They got a way to make it past 25. Hell most of 'em are past that anyway. They got enough Benjamin's to make their own little world and keep the rest of the world at bay. They can build their little clinics and live in their huge mansions with their tall fences and their plastic little Barbie wifes because they can just buy what they want, rather than takin' it. They dont have to steal, they can just take with cash.
I snigger and CJ looks at me weirdly. Ren makes some comment, but I aint listening.
Now I know what DMS was saying about the law protecting property from theft and not people. Now I know why! I understand! Rich folks dont like competition so they pay for police and fancy lawers to protect their `rights' and keep their stuff safe. They hire the muscle.
I turn to CJ, "You're me! You're hired muscle!" I chuckle out loud again. She looks confused so I shut up, but I know I'm smiling like a Budda.
You know, I never really thought about it like this. Like I said to G, the aim is to party and go out with a bang. That 100% true. I wanna have a ball and then die before I get old, 'cause really, I aint got nothing to live for.
I can just pack up and run, but I cant avoid it. If I escape these Inquisition dudes, then I'll just get slower as I get older and soon street punks 'ill be able to wack me and Ill be dead anyway. I know that Im not goin' to let anyone be best me, ever, Ill cap myself first. I realise for the first time that Im going to die. Real soon. Im almost 19, Ive peaked and Im on the way down the hill, on my way to a bloody death. Oh, and I wanna go with a bang.
I think I finally realise what DMS ment when we was talking about that religious epifany word he tried to explain to me. Its like a.. like a... sort of... ah, I dont have the words for it.
I look around the car at all the worried expressions and I realise why I dont feel fussed. I know Im going to die soon anyway, so things like tonight are just adrenaline hits for me. These people actually have something to lose. Like Dutch, he's already about what 2 or 3 times my age and intends to be older still. My goal: not to be bored then to die.
Thats why I wanna stay. These people have positions of respect and the money to back it up. They can afford to be weak because they can hire muscle like me. Im a blip to them, a disposable commodity, and Im going to die.
I dont want to... die? Or do.. I? Actually, Im not sure I care. I got two futures, one I get rich and live making my own little world (because Ill never be like these people) and grow old and die or option two, I die, young and strong, going out with a bang while Im on top, beautiful and perfect. I really dont care. Each one has an up side and each one has a down.
I really dont care!
Now I do laugh. A loud laugh. Probably a crazy laugh. I cut it short, or they will all think Im insane. I probably am.
I lose nothing if I run, I just buy myself a few months or years. No biggie.
These people lose if they run. They lose family, wealth, positions of respect, their fancy educations and the worlds they built up for themselves. They have to start from scratch and survive like I do day to day. Thats not a great future.
If we stay, we will probably die, but I dont care. Im dead anyway. Again, no biggie.
If we do stay and work this out, then.... I want.. I want... in.
I want to be able to chose. I want to be able to blow my brains out at 25 because Im no longer Mz Invincible, or I want to be able to buy a big house and hire heavies like Fixer does whenever he is goin' into a combat zone. I can stay strong with money. I can get respect. I can live.
Im dont know which one I want, but.. I think I want.. I want the choice and these suckers are my meal tickets. I stay and help to save their pretty little worlds and they pay. I get some of that world to make in my own image.
I get a choice.
This is what cas wants to do and she will probably argue quite hard for it (if I remember this next session ;). So that means the two desintations before we split and run or decide to stay.
I think Cas thinks its important to have people sit round and share secrets/ideas before we decide to do anything and the clinic seems like the best place to do that (assuming we can bug sweep it), given we have to go and rescue Glenn anyway.
This is really as much as I could say Cas would push for. Events will probably go wacky from there, but heres my thoughts on the next bit of those events.
Id like to be able to do the family chat bit, but, I dont want the ice doc there until we know where she stands.
Now, at the point of questioning the ice doc, I figure its likely that CJ will draw a gun. I can either:
Return gun to CJ if she gave it up. (Figure we're proably dead if she is an Inquisiton plant anyway, so better to run with trusting her).
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