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The Stuffer Shack (OOC posts will be deleted)
Ingo Monk:
Jimmy sits behind the counter, looking over the latest ScreamSheetTM. He wonders how often new news comes up, this is the fourth sheet in the past 20 minutes. "Must be one of life's mysteries" he things to himself as he tosses it into the NERPSTM recycler. He sips his cup of SoyCaf and wonders how he can get out of this hell-hole of a job. He went to college, got his degree, but now now one will hire him because he has no 'experience.' "How the frag am I supposed to get work experience if no one will hire me?" He shrugs and goes about checking the inventory logs while he waits for a customer. The place is only usually busy during lunch and early in the evening, and all the weirdos come in late at night. Damn, why did he take Bryan's shift tonight? He hated working the night shift.
(A man comes in wearing a black long coat and dark shades)
"Who's that? Oh, probably one of those wannabe runner types." Jimmy knew a few real runners, you can't not know them while working in a Stuffer Shack. Generally they're a nice lot, just as long as you kept your distance and didn't try to get personal information out of them. These wannabes though..they're real drek-heads. They walk around with an attitude rather than real professionalism. It's no wonder you never see the same wannabe twice.
Ruski:
A sunfire yellow corvette idles quietly in the parking lot outside.
it is parked in a spot that's off to the side of the building. not in the dirrect dammage path of the streetlight.
"Dam, I hate going to new places. why did thoes punks have to burn down my regular stuffer shack? and my second alternate still has the caution tape and squadcars parked in circles arround it."
taking another moment to survay the surroundings, check the ammo in his Ruger Super-Warhawk and slipping it into the quickdraw holster in the small of his back, Ruski locks the car into 'N', and leaves the enginge running. as he opens the door, several empty bottles of 'Jolt-cola' clatter to the cold asphalt of the parking lot.
as he walks toward the lighted interior of the stuffer shack, Ruski digs into his pocket, and hits the 'arm' button on his anti-theft device for his car.
Reaching the front of the stuffer shack, he pulls out his sunglasses, and puts them on. quickly flipping through the diffrent view modes as he pauses outside the shack, pretending to take his time with the door.
ultrasonic... clear.
electromagnetic... some activity by the microwave, but nothing out of the ordanary.
thermographic... hmm... some other guy is in the back buying some hooch. make a note of that.
low light... dosn't help much. too much light.
...
"Well, let's see how low of a profile a guy wearing a black trench-coat with a skull and crossbones on the back, electric blue hair, and wearing sunglasses at night can pull off."
the EM contrast warning on the sunglasses bumps up a notch as he walks through the door. Metal Detectors.
well, i've got enough hardware i guess it's only fair that the poor sap behind the counter knows that i've got it. well, time to go make friends.
glancing at the nametag on the clerk behind the counter.
Hey uh, Jimmy? is it? I got 500Y here that says your metal detector is on the fritz. "
reaching into his other pocket, he pulls out one of the certified cred-sticks he picked up off of his last run. he got it from the J that double crossed them, so it probibly had a tracer in it. but the kid didn't need to know that. he looked down at the ballance.
"uh, how about 1,246 Y saying it didn't go off? I don't have any smaller change."
... noting the kids lack of responce, and almost lack of breathing is not a good sign.
"well, here. you hold on to this, and think about it, while i go shopping. You wouldn't happen to have any of the blue flavored Jolt-Cola in stock would you? no? I didn't think so. next time you talk to your manager bring some in. i think it'll sell well for you. "
walking away from the clerk he could see from the side mirrors on his glasses that the clerk was just looking at the cred-stick. aparently he was either afraid of it, or in disbelief that he just got his first bribe. slightly worried that he might not take it, and set off the panicbutton, ruski started a quick countdown clock on his retinal display.
give myself two minutes. just get something with caffeen, pay, and get out.
Ruski walks calmly over to the caffeen display. Nuka-cola, the best parts of caffeen and crack. Ultra-Energy-Drink, for the midnight troll, and ultra-super-sugar-rush.
*sigh* why does NERPS always gotta add sugar? my dental plan is terrible!
Ingo Monk:
*Jimmy stares at the credstick in his hands in disbelief. This was practically a month's salary for him, and all he had to do was stand there to get it. Who was this guy? He just dropped that much cred like it was nothing. Jimmy ponders for a moment, on one hand he could take the money, and edit the surviellance video so he could keep the money. On the other hand he was supposed to call the Star and save the video for them. "Hmm.."
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*After about 10 seconds it's clear to him that the money is worth it, and the Star are pompous drek-heads anyway. He grins and nods at the guy with the blue hair. "He must be the real thing, he sure as heck isn't a wannabe.." He gets the video recorder and plugs in his A/V workstation into it to start editing out the blue-haired guy from the video. He had just graduated college and was still used to carrying it around with him everywhere.. perhaps it was a good thing that today he didn't remember to leave it at home.*
Ruski:
Ruski Relaxed slightly as the clerk got the big 'i just won big at vegas' grin on his face. good. he was going to take it.
he reconised the editing consol the kid pulled out, as he punched up the video display and started to wipe out his digital datatrail. interesting. that was a little further than he expected. he was hoping the kid would just 'not call the cops'. if for some reason something happened later, and he got spotted, he would blend in enough with the midnight crowd not to matter. or at least that was the hope. but if this kid could edit video on the fly... that's something to take notice of.
The Midnight troll it is. this stuff always makes ya' pee funny colors, but it's better than falling asleep in the middle of a datasteal.
one minute down. one minute left to go. glancing over to the kid behind the counter happily editing away ruski smiled. perhaps he did have time to go pick up some other stuff.
"My first rigger, remote controll car, a little RC car you can drive with a datajack. 200Y that's interesting. i wonder if metsuhama ever got rid of the psycotropic IC imbeded in there? i'll have to check that out.
Ingo Monk:
*Jimmy finishes editing and copying the tape overlay and puts his workstation away. He glances around and wonders if the wannabe in the store notices the other guy. He shrugs returns to his duties as the ever-so-important Stuffer Shack clerk.*
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