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kv:
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another.
- Anatole France
Seether - Remedy

Last call is usually the end of the night for the drunks in a bar- or in a strip club. One last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or soybeer. After all the drunks have left to go get picked up for drunk driving by Lonestar, there's a quiet time when they turn on all the lights and pick the place up before closing down.

It's weird seeing a strip club in full light. The carpets are patterned to hide stain, especially in the dark, but without the dim lighting for the mood, it just seems garish. The place stinks like sweat, jizz, and spilled beer, and seeing the girls tramp out of the place with no makeup and regular clothes really kills your desire to get a dance from them.

Olympus Mounds is one of the fancy places, too, a good old UCAS-style strip club with full nudity and a full bar, including alcohol made from actual grains instead of soybeans. Plenty of sararimen chose those seedy bunraku clubs instead, where you could get laid, but there was something classy and old fashioned about an honest strip club.

Kinsey was just a bouncer- hired magical muscle to keep an eye on things after that incident with the physad pick-pocket coming in here. He carried a gun- all of the bouncer did, in case things got dangerous- which they often did in the Mile High City.

Tiny Tina, the only troll stripper on staff, walks past with a goodnight and opens the door, letting in the cold air. That's the plug that lets the rest of the girls out, and they stream past as Kinsey helps stack chairs so the drones can clean the flooring- as well as anything would get those stains out.

It's not until he's almost done stacking chairs that he notices Tatiana waiting for him. Billed as an 'exotic' Russian, she was actually a Chechnyan immigrant trying to make it in Denver as an honest citizen. Tatiana wasn't her real name, but Sam, the guy who owned the club, wanted her to sound more Russian- because it sold more dances.

"Jon?" Tatiana asks using your fake name like everyone else at the club. She sounds timid and more than a little scared, "I... uh, I was talking to some of the other girls, and I have a problem."

A big swallow, a deep breath- maybe to enhance her bust as she leans forward, maybe to quiet her fears, and the punchline- "The other girls said you were a guy who solved problems."

Solved problems- that was a delicate way to put it. Wanted for questioning in connection to a massacre in the Pueblo side of town. Kinsey didn't want to think about that night- but it came to him. The smell of dust in the air, the bite of the smoke as the Red Samurai came through the wall. The feeling of panic, burning, and tearing as mana coursed through his veins-- forcing those feelings of panic down, Kinsey steels himself- she didn't need someone who was scared of that memory, she needed someone tough.
Kinsey muttered something noncommital; it was enough for her.

"I have a frie-- my, uh, brother," Tatiana pauses, looking around. But there was Mike the bartender cleaning up, and Johan the DJ uploading the sim feeds for the night. She lowers her voice "He has a problem, and LoneStar can't help him. Can you please help me? Him? Us?"

kv:
"If you could kick the person in the pants responsible
for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit for a month."
- Theodore Roosevelt
Sick Puppies - You're Going Down

Some girls just look like trouble. That's your first thought after you answer the call from an unknown number, and find yourself staring into beautiful blue eyes framed by big fake lashes.

Your stunned silence gives her the chance to start the conversation, and she runs off at full speed, barely pausing to breath, much less let you get a word in edge-wise.

"Oh my goddess, thank God you answered! I'm so worried! I have this friend, Jon, and he told me he'd look into solving some trouble I had, and then he came back a day later and told me that if I didn't hear from him in a couple of days, I should call this guy he knew- said there was only one guy bad-assed enough to finish the job if he couldn't!"

She quickly enhales, making her chest jiggle before she continues, "Anyway, he was looking into a problem that my boyfriend Roman has been having- his customers have been disappearing, and no one can help him. Jon looked into it, and now I haven't seen Jon in a few days, and I'm really fragging scared."

She bites her lip- she does actually look scared, and manages to look hot doing it- not bad for a woman who called you out of the blue. "Jon said to tell you that Kinsey sent me- that I needed your help. Does that mean anything to you? Can you help me?"

bull30548:
Continues the juggling of the virtual balls one handed as he pays attentiont to the girl.  His rhythm slows down a little bit but she couldn't see she distracted him. 
"Well first clarify what you want me to do?  Find Jon or find whose vanishing your boyfriend's customers or both?  Second, what's the pay?  I don't mine cred but for me and my usual line of work favors or info works well too.  So you tell me what I am looking for and I will see what I can do.  I promise nothing but if I deliver nothing I deserve nothing."

kv:
"It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble.
It's what you know for sure that just ain't so."
- Mark Twain

Stars in Stereo - The Broken

"Da- I would be happy to do any favors you want!" the woman eagerly agrees; she's too cute to not be aware of how that could be taken, but it still sends a shiver up your spine.

She listens carefully when you ask about the job. English might not be her native language.

"Roman Tatikov, he is my love. Please make sure he's okay. Find Jon if you can, but he is toughest man I've ever met, I don't know think he'd leave the job undone if he was still able to finish it." She bites her lip again- she has to be aware of how she looks when she does that.

"Something is happening to Roman's clients. Please find him, help him. I'll pay you what I can, and other favors?"

bull30548:
"Sounds good to me miss.  So where am I going to investigate all of this?  Also what is it that Roman does?  I don't really care but I need to know so I don't go down any wrong path and get myself in more trouble than Jon.  Also any info you have gathered from both would be useful so I can begin there if I can't pick up Jon's trail."

Disabling the game I begin moving around the room getting into my gear.  Ejecting the gel rounds from my Crusader and inserting regular ammo.  As much as Joe tries to avoid violence he might not get a choice in this one.  The regular gel rounds he keeps equip is mainly to get people to put their heads down so he can get the hell away.  Slipping the first round back into the clip and putting it back in his vest.  As far as he can remember he hasn't killed anybody yet.  He knows his way as far as he is concerned.  Argues for half a second to take the car keys or not but picks them up anyway.  If anything being able to say frak it and make a really quick getaway would be preferred to getting shot in the butt running away.   Getting to the car still listening to the girl he puts the vest in the trunk of the car.  Pulling the katana and putting it in the passenger seat and settling into the drivers starting the vehicle up.  Hopefully nothing too bad has happened where he is going to worry about up security at the checkpoint.  The katana will work them up into a lather but he has a license for that and that should keep them away from the trunk. 

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