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[kv]

"Alright, we'll be there."

*Disconnect the call, let Sam and Takashi raid my fridge while I get dressed... I'll get dressed in somethin suitable for the adventure we're about to have- namely, I'll be wearing some half-body form fitting body armor. I'll put my bad arm through first, and then get dressed normally.*

"Well, we need to figure out something for transportation- because my car is still at the car show - gone butchers shop."

[Ingo Monk]

"Got any spare gear?"

[mercy]

let me fix that arm

(occ roll it ruski half of pool for drain test)

There is a warm sensation, followed by blinding pain and itching... you can tell this... because as you enter his aura... you feel the same sensations that he does... you resist the drain okay... but are going to need to rest for a bit later. the mobil cast is sheered off at the skin-level, and Jazzman is able to slip his hand out of it afterwards... he dosn't look like he enjoyed that process much better than you did... but his arm is healed.

[kv]

*looks at hand, amazed*

"OKay, next time, warn me before you do something like that... but thanks."

(to Takashi)

"Yeah, I got some extra stuff- we'll see if we can find you something."

[kv]

I'll get my secure ultra-vest for Takashi here, and find him an extra gun, with at least one spare clip of ammo.
 (Beretta Model 101T - light pistol, 6L with standard ammo)

[Ingo Monk]

*Takashi puts the vest on and puts a coat or something over it to cover it up.  He takes the pistol and looks at it.* "I'm not good with these.. but I'll hold on to it just in case."  *He pockets the pistol and extra clip.*

[mercy]

will make do with theese clothes
and hope if nessary will don a protective arua before we go in

[kv]

Okay, I'll pull my old Ares Predator II out of the old box in my closet, wipe it down with a rag, and then I'll try and scrounge a backup tech toolkit (or a couple, if all three of us are going to have to walk in and convince these people that we're h/AC techs) I'll make mine the most complete, give Takashi a pretty good one, and Sam just enough to be convincing.

Then we need to 'liberate' a car and meet MFI.

So let's go outside, start walking, and find something that works.

Theres a Frito-Lay Van with all the salty-stuffers stolen out of the back of it sitting in an alleyway near your house. it looks pre-hotwired, and low on gas.

[mercy]

you know with a paint job that woud look ike a repair truck

[kv]

"MFI is already getting us a van- but this will work fine for a ride downtown."

*get in, check the wiring for the ignition, start it up, and then drive downtown. If it runs out of gas, leave it by the side of the road.*

You get within two blocks of your destination before it dies in an intersection. as you bail there are several angry honks and jeers about the gridlock you are leaving behind.

[kv]

"We can at least push it to the side of the road- give me a hand."

*put on gloves, push car to side of the road*

[mercy]

helps push it

[Ingo Monk]

Push!

[kv]

*Once it's at the side of the road, check it one more time for anything we can use, wipe it for prints, and then walk the last two blocks*

[Ruski]

You can see your breath infront of you as you aproach the kung-fu nightmare. the Valet looks at you kinda odd as you walk past, but you don't really pay much attention to him. There is a beautifull lady wearing almost nothing waiting to check your guns before you enter 'the arena'; an area with giant fans underneath the grating that constantly propell dancers through the air. waitresses and waters, all dressed like kung-fu masters are suspended from strings and wires, and bounce about from table to table taking orders and bringing drinks. the tables are steel, as is required by the magnetic dishes and glasses, inorder to stay in place durring the high-powered windstorm. there are seat-belts on the chairs, that are bolted to the floor. the walls are alive with 3-D interactive kung-fu movies, that you can shadowbox with, or just watch, depending on your mood. the music is a mix of troll-thrash, and soft chinese melodies mixed together artfully.  through the haze of flying patrons, kicking 3-D models, and bowing waters, you can see MFI in the corner, enjoying what seems to be the company of several women, all dressed in theme. a guard at the 'gate' (more of a gateway, that's 4 feet from the ground; you aparently can't walk in, you'll have to jump) dirrects you to the ticket booth, and the gun-check in point. he's got a 'magic wand' metal detector, and looks like he means buisness.