Crusher 495 ----------------------------------------- District: Redmond

        From the foyer you can either go left into the resturant, where you are asked to wait to be seated, or you can go straight ahead to the bar. Crusher 495 houses a friendly atmosphere that appeals to a wide range of patrons. Touristville locals and Barren Rats, Bellveue big-wigs and Downtown well-to-dos all mingle and dine together, cheer and drink together, wheel and deal together weither they be elf, dwarf, ork, troll or human. The staff, mostly orks, work hard to see that eveyone's stay is a pleasant one.

        The resturant serves breakfast, lunch and dinner, with small meals prepared in between. The bar is open til late into the night, closed only at morning for clean up. The two are separated by one wall that runs straight down the middle of the building, keeping the noise level to a comfortable roar at peak times. There are booths in both the resturant and the bar, offering semi-privacy. There is also a private dining room in the back, set up for celebrations and business meetings.

Last time you breezed through the Crusher, Sonny D the bartender asked you to come back on Saturday, if you weren't busy. He mentioned he could use some help, and being regulars, he thought of you first. He's here now as you arrive, behind the bar as usual, cleaning glasses and straightening up. Oddly he moves almost like a robot, not his usual self at all. He nods at you as you arrive.

        Sigil doesn't typically look like a guy with talents a bar tender... or anyone would generally need. He arrives shortly after Penta and would mimic the same but instead just nods.

Sonny waves and offers a tired looking smile. His stiffness is explained a bit by the bruises on his face and left arm. "Hoi Penta, Sigil. Yer usual?" Without waiting for an answer he lifts up a couple of bottles and starts pouring for both of you.


Penta nods. "Sure..." He pauses, going into "comforting nice policeman" mode. "What happened to you, man?"

        Sigil nods. "Yes, it'll clear my head." He rubs it for emphasis. He places his hands on the table and looks around at everyone.

Sonny sighs and pours three drinks, one for each of you and a shooter for him that he knocks back before replying. "Sorry chummers.. hate ta ask you, but yer good guys, scan? Get a lotta people through here as don't care 'bout nobody. Damn tourists. Anyways." He glances up at the door, then continues. "'s the same as it always is, man.. the Humanis."


Penta nods. "Damn skinheads." He can guess what happened.

        Sigil nods in reply but his face remains neutral. He takes a swig of the liquid poured for him then finally says, "Sure. Guess they are putting a lean on you?"

Penta sips at his beer as he talks, looking quietly at Sonny.

Sonny shakes his head. "Damn fools.. only ones who won't leave us alone. Even the gangs are cool around here, they know we serve anybody. Not those slitches, though.." he nods at Sigil. "They're in and out of here all the time, you know.. tryin' to scare us. All it does is make 'em look bad, most of the time. But they got some new guys got more stones 'n the rest."

Sonny rubs his arm absently. "They came in here last week, yellin' fire n' brimstone n' drek... said if I didn't close down, I'd get it. I told 'em slot you, 'course. We ain't never been scared out of here and it ain't happenin' now. Course.." He looks around the room. Only now you notice it mostly empty.. even the daytime customers seem to be absent today.

        Sigil follows Sonny's glance then nods. "Definitely appears to be a fact that your regulars are laying low for a few days. How many of these ball busters are we talking about?"

Sonny sighs. "Yeah.. people been fadin' out. I ain't gonna close, and I ain't gonna leave, but I'm jus' one guy." He tries to smile.. it's a little sad that it doesn't quite make it. "Anyways, I dunno how many. They're prob'ly just expectin' me. Last time there was three of 'em, with a few goons. They're all chicken drek, don't go nowhere without a whole bunch of friends."

        Sigil looks to Penta then to Sonny. "Are you planning on them being in here today? If so.. And I know this sounds outrageous.. Do you mind if I bring something heavy duty in here? I'm trying to think of other less dangerous ideas but the one sure one that I have is the first thing I came up with."


Penta nods to Sonny, then looks to Sigil. "Let's not wreck the bar to save the bar, man."

Sonny's eyes go wide and he nods, holding his hands up. "Nah, man.. that's what they *want*. They're careful about not breakin' too much stuff, cause then they know I got evidence against 'em to call the Star. 's why I thought of you chummers.. you know how to do subtle, right? Don't want nothin' broken or I'd have asked the gangs."

        "Yeah, I may have a few things. Hopefully our suit over here has a few other ideas as well." Sigil smiles, plainly relieved that the violent course of action is out of the way.


Penta nods, smiling. "We can do subtle. It might take longer, but I think the result would be just as satisfying."

The kitchen door opens and a spindly ork comes out with a tub of clean glasses. "Take yer time.." Sonny shakes his head at the youth. "Bobby, this here's Penta n' Sigil." The ork looks fascinated and terrified. "Hoi chummers. Get ya anything from the kitchen?" He mumble something in gutteral Or'zet to Sonny, who nods. "Yeah. Hope so, anyway." He turns back to the two of you. "So, that's the word. They s'posed to be in this afternoon."


Penta smiles at the youth in a kindly way. "Okay. I have a mad idea." Pause. "Blackmail the bastards."

        Well this is interesting. Sigil probably doesn't usually do much.. Physically. When Penta speaks about Blackmailing, the elf nods. "We -could- do that. Yes. Maybe if they have commlinks that are on.. or that work period. If you're cybered up, and I hope you are, you could take photos of them with your eyes." He brings his fingers up and does the snap thing. "Then upload them to me on the Matrix so I can do a visual scan if they don't have commlinks. Of course, this requires you to have those types of eyes."


Penta grins. "Yeah, my cybereyes have an image link."

"Blackmail? Wha's in yer head?" Sonny looks incredulous. "Blackmail 'em with what? They came in here with bats last time.. you think they're gonna care what we say about 'em, or to who?" Bobby empties the glasses and takes the tub back into the kitchen. "They ain't comin' to *talk*, man."


Penta smiles. "No, they're coming to intimidate. But, I'll give you a small hint. I used to work on the East Coast. As a cop. Dealing with Humanis. They're the same as any gang, really. Shame them, and it's as effective as kneecapping them. Which I'm entirely willing to do if blackmail doesn't work."

        Sigil goes quiet for the moment and looks between the two.

Sonny looks back at the door. He's not usually this haunted. "If we'd a tried that last week, it mighta worked.." Quietly he shakes his head. "I dunno, chummers.. if you think you can talk 'em down, great.. not that I doubt you, scan, but I don't think they'll listen." He shrugs though. "But hey, maybe, right? Never know." The smile is pretty transparent, even to someone who doesn't know what to look for.


Penta smiles. "If it -doesn't- work, then I'll go physical on their asses. That's not so hard, either. But like you, I prefer non-violent approaches first."

        "If it's ball busting that'll be going on, I'll be sitting in the dark corner while attempting to crack open any and all of their comlinks and spamming their AR with ads or something. I'm not much help punching drek." That's from the elf.


Penta nods to the elf. "Fair enough. That's another reason why I want to see if we can't scare them off."

The front door opens and a couple of men walk in, humans, dressed in armor jackets and motorcycle leathers. The both glance over at the bar and walk to a table, sitting down. Sonny watches them for a moment and turns and bellows at the kitchen. "OI! BOBBY!" He turns toward the newcomers and nods. "One sec, gents. Waiter'll be out." He looks back with a small frown at Sigil.

"Thanks for the drink. IF you don't mind, I'm going to sit over there in the corner if you don't mind. Send your waiter over in about 10 minutes if you please." Sigil stands then, a brief glance is paid to the humans, but the look could've been 'oh, someone else is here' if it were to mean anything.


Penta turns to Sigil and nods, then looks to the newcomers. "Greetings, gentlemen," he offers, letting the stun baton under his unzipped coat show. "I'm told you have some problems with this establishment?" With that, his eye recording unit comes on, and his AR icon (a wolf) looks intently at the newcomers. <<Now recording,>> he comms subvocally.

Bobby comes hurrying out of the kitchen and Sonny points him over to the customers. Quickly he hops over to start taking orders from the pair. "Sorry. Anyways, I don't know when they'll be in, but it's probably soon. I ain't got much help 'side from you two, and Bobby, and Geraldine in the kitchen. Jus'.. I don't want nothin' broken. With the lapse in business, I ain't got leftovers for fixin' tables an' buyin' new glasses."

        <<Attempting to run some IDs on both of them now. See if they've got some Humanis affiliation.>> Sigil, to anyone looking at him, is sitting in that corner table with his hands in palms as if in a mopey mood. If anyone were to get up in his face, they'll see the tell tale signs of someone who isn't even 'really' there.

<<Acknowledged.>> Penta scans the gangers like the cop he used to be. No colors, but the telltale bulges of weapons. For now, though, he waits, watching them intently.

Bobby finishes taking the customers' orders and heads back to the kitchen. Sonny watches him go. "Good kid, Bobby.. dumb as a post, but a good kid." He turns back to Penta in sudden thought. "You really think you can talk 'em down?" Over at the customers' table, they're talking quietly to each other as one of them moves his gloved hands in the tell-tale signs of an AR display.


Penta nods. "I believe so." He turns on the charm, smiling like an Irish pol.

Sonny gives Penta a small but genuine smile.. the first one today. "I hope so too, man.. jus' been bad this last week." His eyes glance down at the bar automatically. "Hey, yer empty... want another?"


Penta smiles back. "Not right now, thanks." Then, he walks closer to the guys, but does his best to stay inconspicuous, like he's just walking off a sleeping leg.

With Penta’s enhanced hearing, he can pick up the gangers talking to each other in hushed voices. '..hate this place.. how long we gotta be here?" "Pretty soon, he said, just a few minutes. Long enough for them to not notice us." "This is drek.. these fraggers deserve what they get. I hope that trogg tries to fight back."


Penta speaks up then. Firm cop voice; years of the street beat make it reflexive. "Gentlemen, you hope the 'trog' tries to fight back?" Then he subvocalizes, comming to Sigil. <<Let's see if I can't get one to look right at me.>>

Both men keep fiddling with their AR and neither looks up. They both seem to be ignoring Penta even though he's right there. Sonny crouches down and rummages for something under the bar.

        <<Going on a hunch, these guys are Humanis, or at least affiliated. Not a single bit of elven porn on this guys AR.>> The Ranger sits crouched in a corner near the edge of the AR using guy's connection. <<I can send a little reboot just to annoy him real quick if needed.. Or spam this account if things get stupid.>>


Penta grins, opening his coat, revealing a stun baton...And a holster. "Gentlemen, as I said. Which 'trog' were you referring to?" More firm cop voice. <<Go ahead. Spam em.>>

One of them looks up at Penta with a sigh. "What do you want, chummer? I don't know what you're talking about." He leans back in his chair to let his jacket fall open to show a good sized pistol there too. "We're trying to have lunch, you mind?"

"Actually, yes, given that I heard you talking about trashing this place." Penta replies, nodding to Sonny. "I doubt Sonny would like that, but I'll let him decide if you should leave."

The punk glares. "What are you, a cop? You got a badge? We didn't say drek." His friend's hands stop abruptly. "What the frag.. the hell is this?" He stares straight ahead, obviously at his AR. The first punk adjusts his jacket again, making darn sure that gun is visible.


Penta smiles. "Consider me the local security." Pause. "Hey, Sonny! You want these folks out, right?" Very non-chalant, that.

Sonny watches carefully from behind the bar. He takes a long, long moment to respond. "They're customers, man.. they ain't causin' any trouble, they can eat." He raises his voice. "Same as anybody walks through that door." This time, he's looking at the two punks. "We got no problem with anybody doesn't have a problem with us."


Penta nods. "Alright then. Good day, gentlemen." He heads back...to a table nearby.

        <<Nothing on whether or not they are Humanis. Tell me if they do something funny like.. Point a gun at me or Sonny. I won't know otherwise>> Sigil's head twitches slightly as if he just had a very minor seisure. His head still manages to be propped up on his hands, though.

<<Noted.>> Penta comms back as he watches the goons.

The punk actually laughs, watching Penta walk away. Yeah, that smirk is just asking to be wiped off his face. His partner, on the other hand, isn't faring so well. "What the hell.. somebody's fragging with me.. my fraggin' link is messed up." He takes it out of his jacket pocket and manually flips a switch to reboot it. "What the hell, man.. who would.. drek." Bobby finally comes out of the kitchen with two plates, walking them over to the customers' table. Soyburger and fries, as American as it gets. As he turns, one of them calls after him "Hey kid, two beers."

Sonny is watching the goons too from the bar. The two of them eat, and don't offer any more lip to anybody for another 15 minutes or so. After a while, Sonny gives up on them and gets back to work.


Isabella has arrived.


Isabella is at the end of the bar, seemingly minding her own business. She has some hardcopy files she's paging through with little interest, a bluish shawl folded neatly on the bartop next to her drink.


Penta has still not let his attention wander too much. The two goons get watched closely, but he's also keeping busy just reading the headlines through his AR.

The door opens again and three figures block out the sunlight. All of them are human, all dressed in suits and wearing dark glasses. The one in the lead takes a step in the room. "You closed?" He smiles an almost predatory grin. Sonny winces slightly. "Nah, we're open." He offers loudly, trying not to give the two of you any kind of look.


Penta looks at the three suited gentlemen, taking their pictures with his cybereyes and sending them over to Sigil.

        Sigil sighs visibly, mumbles something in his corner of the bar, then flips back to sitting his head on his hands. <<Okay, running the suit's information now. Maybe I'll find something on these guys.>>

The three suits take a few more steps inside the room. One of them closes the door behind him. "That's funny, your sign outside says 'closed for repairs'. Doesn't look like you need many repairs... you're not false advertising, are you? You know that's..." he grins again, pausing for effect "..illegal."


Sonny frowns and can't help a glance at Penta, but seems to draw a little bit of strength from his presence. "Means somebody put up the wrong sign, then. We're wide open. Get you gents some drinks?" The three step away from the door and walk slowly toward the bar.

The two suits behind the leader keep their eyes moving around the room. Two elves, an ork, and one idiot race traitor. The leader, on the other hand, has his eyes fixed on Sonny. "No thanks.." His eyes rove over the back of the bar. "Yeah, I'll have that. The bottle will do fine. What'll you have, boys?" His friends move forward to either side of him and don't answer. Sonny peers at them, then takes a step back and gets down a bottle of something green. "Comin' right up.." His free hand reaches under the bar, searches around for something, then comes up with a glass.

        <<Not coming up with any visual information, it seems. Going to see if any of them is wireless.>> Sigil's head twitches to the side just a little bit, but otherwise does not move. He's apparently is doing what the savvy call 'hot simming'.

A message buzzes into Sigil and Penta's comm, obviously from someone who already has their contact info. <<Good to see you both. And so soon.. an admirable work ethic. As information's not normally free, as my clients I'll offer you a deal this time around. A reward - for your services rendered. Of the three rude fellows who have just arrived all three are concealing pistols, the two on the outsides have clubs of sorts. The only member of their trio with admirable implants is the man in the center, some wires. If things need to get uncivilized I suggest focusing on the men without wires first. Just a suggestion.>> The elf at the end of the bar closes her hardcopies, swivelling in her seat to take the bar in. She's in a good position, her back to the wall, the entire bar in front of her. The suit gives Penta and Sigil the slightest of nods, if they notice, turning her trademark smile onto the three men standing.

<<Acknowledged.>> Penta replies to the comm. Still, though, he watches the trio.

        <<Yeah, these guys bleed Humanis. The one I assume this sudden business associate of ours called 'the wired' one is the one in the middle? He's likely godo at what he does. We already know about the bikers thanks, and the two at the 'wired' guy's side are definitely goons. Sorry business woman, I'm not jumping in and getting my hoop broken over this. Maybe you can lend a hand and offer them a business deal they can't refuse?>> It's an open suggestion and not in the least some sort of slight.

Sonny fills the glass from the bottle and sets the bottle back on the bar. His eyes glance over at Penta, who doesn't seem like he's jumping into action to talk them down. "We serve all kinds here, long as they don't make any trouble.." it's the same speech he gave to the gangers, one you've heard many times before. "Get you two gentlemen anything?" He looks to the two flanking the leader, who both stand impassively. The fellow in the middle picks up the bottle. "So... that was a mistake outside? Not closing after all, are you?"


Penta looks quietly at the gentlemen. "I believe he was clear on that point, sir." With a mental flip of a switch, he turns his cybereyes to record everything that follows, just in case.


Isabella slides her razorshades down over her eyes and dusts off her lapel. She holds her arms open towards the three men at the other end of the bar, "Gentlemen! We've been waiting for you." The elf motions towards the door, "The sign out front was merely to keep the establishment clear and comfortable for when you arrived. Its better for business, and talking business - and I mean of course, not the business of serving drinks."

One goon moves to interpose himself between Isabella and the leader, but the leader puts his hand up, motioning the man back. He doesn't look very impressed, nonetheless. "That so? Business of real estate, maybe?" One of his buddies actually cracks a smile. "..since I think there may be some available coming up pretty quick, since I thought I heard Sonny here was going to be closing up soon? Isn't that right, Sonny?"

Sonny, for his part, is trying to keep his face straight. He's almost scared, or he's almost furious, it's tough to tell. Either way he's not happy. "..no. We'll *not* be closing. If you want to tell your bosses, that's fine with me." His face sets hard. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to please leave my bar and come back.. y'know, I don't think I do want you to come back." He hangs his arms down at their sides, his hands conspicuously out of view.


Penta looks at them. "I suggest listening to him, gentlemen. Now."

        <<Checking to see if I can access the wired one's commlink right now.>> Sigil looks from the data feed that Penta is sending him and the node that is likely Wired's'. <<Lets not blow this place up, I'd hate to go into that sort of shock.>>


Isabella rolls her eyes behind her razorshades, if you've got emotive software scanning it will problably pick it up via her eyebrow movements. She presses a gloved hand hard onto the bartop with a smack, flattening her palm and using that arm to lift her out of her seat to a standing position. "Gentlemen. Gentlemen! Lets not be hasty. You see..", motioning to Sonny, "This man happens to be a business associate of mine. An asset. If you're intent is to deprive me of an asset without first compensating me that would hurt my business. On the same token if my associate is somehow depriving you of an asset, please inform me."

The leader chuckles to himself and tosses back the drink Sonny had already poured for him. "*We're* depriving *you* of your 'business asset'? No, you see.. this isn't about 'business assets'.. this is about something much more important: see, *freaks* (he emphasizes the word) are what deprive good people of their *life assets*, not just business. And if I'm bad for your business, well..." He turns the bottle over in his hand "..all's fair in kind." With that, the bottle comes swinging at Isabella's head.


Isabella hardly moves as the man brings the glass bottle down onto her, the bottle shattering all over her suit's fine pin-striped shoulder. He placemark smile twists into a wicked grimace as she grits her teeth, "I just had that CLEANED!." With that she falls back a few feet, her arms held out straight. With a clean *shick* two pistols appear in her gloved hands, obviously heavily modified. One black and one silver, each missing a trigger and is that... bayonets on the end of them? The elf lifts her weapons and squeezes off four shots in consecutive fire... the first two going wide and digging into the bar behind him. The final two thud into his shoulder and chest making him stagger some but not wipe the smile off his face.


Penta moves rapidly then, pulling his weapon from its holster and aiming at one of the unwired goons before firing.

        <<Working on the wired's commlink now. Going to try and distract him while I start looking for any cyber he has.. If he's still alive long enough for me to do so.>> The Ranger continues to try and slice through the guy's commlink system with his Paladin Sprite now standing guard nearby.

The Humanis explode into action as they finally get to do what they came here to do: clean some house. Dropping the remains of the broken liquor bottle, the leader draws a heavy pistol and points it right at the keeb's chest. Unfortunately for him, she's a quick one, and isn't quite where he thought she was going to be. His cronies are no better; both of them go (predictably) for their own guns, but neither bullet connects.

The elf cocks her slivergun to the side, gesturing to the leader as if to say "come on". As the man fires she dodges liftly to the side, completing her movement with a kick to overturn a table in front of her. "Look over there!" she prods as she squeezes off two rounds from her jet-black government 2066. One bullet is stray but the other creates a beautiful exit hole through the leader's shoulder - leaving peices of humanis-steak staining the bar walls.

        <<Stupid high system. It's like trying to crack into Renraku.>> The earthly Ranger continues to try and slice into the commlink of the leader. <<Maybe last night is making me think things are too easy.>>


Isabella stands up straight as the leader rushes for the exit. "Ha! Leaving so soon?" she calls after him. The elf narrows her eyes, sticking her tounge out and biting it as she concentrates for two more shots from her 2066. As the gunsmoke clears the doors of the bar are spattered with red blood, the man in question fallen between the open doors. Isabella kisses the blade on the end of her 2066 and grins devlishly at the remaining goons.

Deciding discression is the better part of valor, the leader of the suits turns and books it straight for the door. A sucking shoulder wound is likely to change a person's mind that way. It's a long trip to the door, however, when the bullets are flying.. and even with his wires, he's not fast enough as two more shots connect, stumbling him out the door and down onto the street.

        <<Give me a quick snapshot of the leader being dead if you can. Going to send a copy to all of his closest friends and family.>> Sigil continues to hack apart the guys account.

The elf in the razorshades lets her arms fall to her sides, her guns slipping up into her sleeves smoothly. She adjusts her razor shades and begins a slow, non-threatning walk towards the door - trying to get between the two remaining goons and the door. Isabella gets close enough to the door so that the rays of the sun don't come near her, brushing off her sleeves to clear remaining glass fragments. "Gentlemen. You seem to be more intelligent than the man here. Whats say we talk?"

When the shooting started, the two punks at the table had both reached for their guns.. but in such a short time, things go so differently, and with their pistols aimed at the ork and the elf.. they, too, apparently decide that self-preservation is the order of the day. Quietly, they put their guns away, take long drags from their beers, and try very hard to be invisible.

As he hears the bullet whistle by, Penta dives into a roll. Coming up into a kneeling position, he takes aim on one of the remaining Humanis types, but doesn't fire.

The remaining Humanis members still hold their guns up, one trained in Isabella and one pointed at Penta. They're mumbling to each other quickly and quietly, moving as best they can without startling anybody toward the doorway, even though the elf is there. She's staying out of the sun so maybe she's not going to actually block the door.. crazy dandelion eaters and she's one of those freaks among freaks, too. They're even brave enough for their hands not to shake as they get closer to the door.


Isabella purses her lips, making dissaproving clicks with her tounge. "Nt-nt-nt. Thats awfully rude. I don't care to take up much more of your time.", her 2066 slips out of her sleeve pointing instantly at the head of the fallen man on the ground, "I just want you to listen, and acknowledge you understand. Alright?"

Undoubtedly, Isabella has the full attention of the two men as they inch closer to their boss, who is bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds on the floor. In a time like this, loyalty is quite beaten out by a desire not to be killed. Slowly, surely, they move toward the door which is currently propped open by the body of the man on the ground. Neither of them are looking at Isabella's face, and as they get closer, the gun that was on Penta turns to face her.


Penta keeps his gun trained on the idiots. "Put your guns down on the floor."


Isabella shakes her head, obviously not happy the men aren't listening to good reason. Her second pistol slips into her off hand and she takes a deep breath, stepping into the sunny doorway. The elf doesn't wince but her body is tense, her only exposed skin is her face and neck but it begins to turn a darker color. "Gentlemen. I suggest you listen to my colleague." She raises both her guns to the goon's knee- level, readying her action.
 
Sonny's head appears from behind the bar, followed by the rest of him, and a shotgun. He's glaring at the two goons, and at Isabella, who, while he is grateful for her help, is obviously trying to push the situation. That's something he doesn't need right now. He's not speaking, but his gun is pointed at the goons. The Humanis, for their part, slow as Isabella gets in the way, but continue moving forward, slowly, toward the door.


Penta aims, and fires at the guy Isabella didn't shoot at.


Isabella doesn't say anything but the anger is there in her eyes. They made her do this. Two point blank shots with explosive rounds to the closest goon's stomache and shoulder send bits of him everywhere, splattering against both his goon friend and Isabella's prized evening wear. He drops to his knees, hitting the ground with a dull thump and a gurgle.

        For all the world, you'd think the thin elven guy in the corner would at least duck under a table right? No. His head has since fallen forward and smacked the table. Maybe caused by a stray bullet but more than likely from vibrations and his own occasional head twist. <<Everything going well? Got locked out of everything for a few moments. That was some scary drek.>>

<<Everything's going fine. 2 down, three fled.>> Penta comms back. <<And I, evidently, need to spend more time at the fucking range.>>

        <<OKay. Anything you guys want me to download from the wired guy's commlink before I exit out of the system?>>    Apparently the Ranger commands the commlink now that the guy is dead on the floor.

Sonny lays the shotgun on the bar and walks over slowly to the two dead men in the doorway. He's shaking his head. "Slot me... *hate* this drek.." He doesn't touch the bodies, but it's pretty clear they're both dead, with blood everywhere. "'ey Bobby, tell Geraldine to come out here and take these guys out back. And bring a damn mop."


Penta looks over to the Ranger. <<His contact list might be a good start. He's dead, may as well see what we can find out.>>

<<Yes, if you could find the contact information for the man that retreated and forward that to me I would be much obliged.>> Isabella literally hops out of the son in te doorway, letting out a releived sigh as her torture slowly burns away. She nods to Sonny slightly, pushing her razorshades up on her head. The elf makes her way to the bar where she was seated, picking up her hardcopy papers and stowing them under her left arm. "And you two..." she says to no one in particular, problably to the 2 punks still seated at the table. She grabs a bar rag off the bartop and walks toward the two punks, wiping the blood off of her suit into the rag. Iasabella doesn't say anything but instead tosses the bloody rag into the center of the table where the two are sitting, making her way for the exit.

Geraldine, a troll so tall she has to duck to get under the kitchen door in *this* place, comes out in an apron with so many stains the blood won't bother it at all. Without a word, she hoists one body in each arm and carries them back to the kitchen. Bobby starts with a bucket and mop from the door and starts working his way after her. Just another day at the Crusher. Sonny leans heavily on the bar. "Well, *hell*. I didn't think it would be that bad..." Sonny looks over at Isabella before she leaves. "...much obliged for your help. Lemme know your cleaning bill, huh?"

        <<Already downloaded. Once I get into my own co--- Er once I wrap up, I'll forward you all the information.>> The Ranger taps a few keys and brings up other information then tosses it asside. He looks to his Paladin and dismisses him. "Thank you, Lancelot." Very interesting how he respect his 'agents'. Good thing no one hears him when he talks just to them. <<Wil do, I'll start getting the fleeing guys info... Actually I can't, but I'll forward you the information of everyone on this one's commlink and then you can sort out which one was him.>>


Penta looks over to Sonny. "My apologies it got so bloody." <<Understood. Well, frankly, I'm considering just posting it to the Matrix as a list of Humanis members.>>

Sonny pours himself another shot from the bottle that's been sitting on the bar for hours and throws it back. "And you come by anytime.. drinks are on me." He raises the empty glass to Isabella, then the other two as well.

        <<Gotta sort out who is who first. Some of these people aren't Humanis members. Some of these people are munane contacts. Once I sort out who is and isn't in Humanis, I'll forward you a second list all sorted out and prepared for your posting pleasure.>> After Sigil is done in the guy's commlink, he begins doing something akin to a hunter of old trying to keep their tracks from being seen. Wiping out the 'footprint' data trail, fixing a few files that have incorrect information, and a few other things. <<All right, exiting program and taking a drink of this stuff Sonny gave me earlier.>> And with that, Sigil takes a deep breath and begins rubbing his face. "Damnit."


Isabella stops before leaving the bar, unfolding her shawl and wrapping it deftly around her face until only her razorshades peek through. "Not neccessary, Mr.D. The price of doing business I'm afraid." She finishes tying the shawl, "Humanis is.... a special...-interest- of mine." - turning to stare at the two punks through her razorshades, "Please let me know if you stumble onto any activity relating." <<It was a pleasure working with you two again. Please feel free to contact me if ever you need something.>> "Good day!", and with that she turns and strolls into the blinding sunlight.

Bobby shuffles along with the floor mop and tries not to look up. Sonny shakes his head again. "Damn.. yeah. Still, 's not the first time.." he takes a longing look around the bar "..been a while since it got this bad, though. Least nothin' broke.." his laugh is a little hollow, but at least he's trying.