<@Brett> [Day: Two days before the the previous session. Whenever that was. Time: 12:30 p.m. Location: Northern London.] <@Brett> [Y'all got instructions from Alysha to meet her at an address in Northern London, a short walk from the Southgate entrance to the Underground. By coincidence, you both run into each other as you exit the tube.] <@Brett> [Start!] * Montana spots his brother as he glances around, just exiting the station, and grins, tipping his hat and hopefully getting his attention. <@Brett> [Montana is the only notable hatted figure in the area.] * Nigel is dressed in his usual suit and tie, slightly more perfectly pressed than usual as he is not, you know, being shot at or running through the desert. He sees Montana and shrugs. "Well hello there, Montana. Enjoying your stay in the U.K.? Remind me to take you by the British Museum so you can see the Rosetta Stone. Everyone should see that at least once, after all..." Afternoon, Nigel. And don't worry none, I've seen it at least three or four times. * Montana is somewhat shabbily dressed, as always, battered cowboy hat and all. He starts walking to their destination, hands in his jean pockets. "Boss lady call for you, too?" * Nigel nods. "She did, yes. And that may be true, but you probably haven't seen it with an Egyptologist. Whole different experience, that." He continues towards the address. Weeeeell, if you're offerin', can't say I'll turn down a guided tour later. <@Brett> [Not long after, you reach the place. It's a small tennis club with a couple of courts streetside. You spot Alysha in the one closest to the building, wearing a sleeveless white shirt and skirt. She's playing doubles against two other girls and, judging from the look on her partner's face, doing terribly.] * Montana raises an eyebrow as they approach. "Think she wants us to play tennis?" * Nigel shrugs. "I doubt it. Do you play?" Tried it once or twice. Bettin' you're an expert, what with your schoolin' and all. <@Brett> [Another ball goes right by Alysha, which was apparently the winning one, because her partner walks off in a huff. She's grinning, though, as she waves to her opponents and goes to a nearby bench to grab a water bottle.] * Montana meanders to said nearby bench to head her off at the pass! <@Brett> [Alysha grins and waves. "Hey guys! Over here!" Not like you weren't going there anyway, but...] * Nigel shakes his head. "No. Not really. Not my game. I mean... I can play, I suppose... but not in this." He looks down at his suit. * Nigel nods and heads towards Alysha. "Interesting choice of meeting place, miss." * Montana tips his hat to Alysha. "Enjoy yer game?" <@Brett> ["Isn't it? I've always wanted to try tennis, although I think my partner might be upset. Oh well!" She grins. "But it's good excercise! And more importantly, it's away from traffic cams and gives us a good view of the surrounding area, just in case."] * Nigel nods. "How about letting us know why we're here then?" <@Brett> [Alysha takes a seat on the bench, sipping her water. Then she says, "These things," and holds up the data cube Rowlins gave her. She doesn't activate it, though.] Right, so... what about 'em? We doin' some collectin' work? * Nigel nods and looks at them and waits for her to answer Montana's question. <@Brett> [Alysha grins at him. "I seem to remember you mentioned stealing one before."] Yeah, that'd be the case. Don't know where it is *now*, though, 'cept that I heard Tilda stole it from my client. <@Brett> [Alysha gets an annoyed look on her face. "Yeah, that big-breasted-bimbo, I remember." Then she grins at him. "Which is why I want you to track her down and find it."] * Nigel shrugs. "How would like us to go about that?" <@Brett> [Alysha turns her grin on Nigel. "That's you're department. Use your internet magic."] * Montana looks a little uneasy at that, and shifts his weight. "Uh... you mighta missed the memo on that, ma'am, but we ain't really on the best of terms right now on account 'a that statue..." And me shootin' her in the leg and leavin' her for the cops. <@Brett> ["She got away, from what I heard. Besides, I'm sure you can work something out. Honor among thieves and all that, right?"] * Nigel nods. "Well... I could probably do something, sure. For the record... I am really an expert in the two seperate things. Internet and magic... Come to think about... two things a bloke is pretty rarely an expert in simultaneously." (come to think about it*) <@Brett> [Alysha grins. "See? I knew it'd work out."] Right... so you want us to acquire this bracelet. Anything else? <@Brett> ["If you can find out anything about the other ones, that'd be great. The rest of us will be heading to the UAE -- I think there's one in Abu Dahbi -- and Sebastian has one. That leaves two unaccounted for."] (UAE = ?) <@Brett> ( United Arab Emirates. ) (Ah, okay!) <@Brett> ["One of which," she looks at Nigel, "You said your father had had once."] * Nigel nods. "Yeah. A group called The Bringers of the Tenth Night nicked it from my father's office." <@Brett> [Alysha nods. "So that gives us somewhere to start for that one, too."] So you want us to get those two if we can and figure out where the last one is, pickin' that up if we can - which piece'd that be? <@Brett> ["The ring," Alysha says.] * Nigel nods. "Why are you asking just the two of us? Why not include the rest of the group?" <@Brett> [Alysha frowns. "Because Hassan Ford is an idiot and I've got to go to the Middle East to help him take care of his MMO problems."] (Spawn camping!) * Nigel nods. "So we're splitting up, then?" Looks like. <@Brett> [Alysha nods, and takes another datacube from her back. This one's different from Rowlins': it's ping, with glitter, and on the side says, "Data storage unit <3"] (s/ping/pink?) (Are you planning to run us concurrently, Brett? Like run both sides at once on Fridays or are we going to be running on an alternate day like this?) <@Brett> ( No, it's Chinese made by the Ping company. ) <@Brett> ( But it's also pink ) <@Brett> ["Here's a copy of our itinerary. Once you get the bracelet, you can catch up with us."] <@Brett> ( Alternate days til you guys finish this mission, which I relaly don't expect to be long. ) (Okay) <@Brett> ( Or really even ) * Nigel tilts his head and looks at the data cube. "You know, miss... you are quite predictable at times." He takes the datacube and nods. "As you say." <@Brett> [Alysha tilts her head. "Am I? I'll have to do something about that."] * Nigel shakes his head. "No. Don't. It's a good thing. Makes it easier for us to make sure you don't die." * Montana laughs. "Seriously, job's tricky enough as it is." <@Brett> [Alysha grins. "If you say so."] * Nigel nods. "So... I'll need some sort of secure location to try to track down her whereabouts from. What would be ideal, actually, is getting access to one of her computers. I don't suppose that would be possible." <@Brett> [Alysha grins. "Not unless Montana stole one from her."] No such luck. * Montana stretches his arms behind his back. "Guess we should get on that. You givin' us credit, ma'am? I don't think we (er.) I don't think you want us callin' you every time we need a little cash. <@Brett> [Alysha nods. "I've arranged a credit line for you. Just don't go overboard with it."] * Montana grins. * Nigel nods. "Do you happen to have her mobile number? I can try to track the location of her mobile." <@Brett> ( Y'mean her cell phone? ) (That is what he means) (He's british) <@Brett> ( I know :P ) Me? Naw. She'd change her number every job. I know I do. * Nigel nods. "Unfortunate. Well... I'm sure we'll figure something out." <@Brett> [Alysha grins. "Good."] Right, welp. * Montana looks at Nigel. "Let's get on it, yeah?" * Nigel shrugs. "Suppose so." <@Brett> ( Do you want to end here? ) (That would be fine.) (Especially since it is kind of late) (Sure, that works. ^^ There is work tomorrow.) <@Brett> ( Yes, there is. And for the next 9 days x.x ) <@Brett> [Alysha waves as they depart, calling, "Good luck, guys!"] <@Brett> [Later that same day! Time: 4:30 p.m. Location: Nigel's Flat] <@Brett> [Following their meeting with Alysha, Montana and Nigel returned to Nigel's place to presumably plan their next move in finding Tilda and the bracelet. Bet you never thought we'd see this place again.] (I don't know what this place looks like. Nigel, go!) <@Brett> ( Someone is logging yes? ) (I think we both are) * Nigel is seated at his desk with his laptop tapping away at his keyboard. He has several large books opened around him where he was researching this bracelet. * Montana looks around, a touch awkwardly. He's not sure where to go and what to do that wouldn't knock over a book. <@Brett> ( Gimme a computers roll, Nigel ) * Montana settles for just browsing titles while Nigel works. 2d6+10 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+10 for Nigel and gets a natural 9 for a result of 19. <@Brett> [All nigel's been able to find is that the bracelet was once owned by a man in Belgium before it was mysteriously stolen.] <@Brett> ( Also z page is updated ) <@Brett> ( Such as it is ) * Nigel sighs and drums his fingers on his desk. "I need to find some way to track her down. You have any idea where she may have skipped off to, Montana?" 2d6+6 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+6 for Montana and gets a natural 7 for a result of 13. Nah, not a clue. But she's got a fence in town - Colin Whatley. He might've got some idea. * Nigel nods. "Well I'm out of options here, so maybe we should go ask him, yeah?" * Montana nods. "Yeah, sounds good. I used him a few years ago, hope he's still where I'm rememberin'." * Nigel nods, gets up and grabs his overcoat before heading out. "Let's be off, then." * Montana nods and is off! He hadn't strayed too far from the door, conveniently. <@Brett> [And off they go! To Peckham! Peckham's a quiet, somewhat seedy section of London. Seedy, but not overly so. Montana leads Nigel to the opposite side of a street with a pawn shop, boringly named, "Pawn Shop". There's a short, balding man in his early 40s inside, no doubt Whatley.] <@Brett> ( Gimme sight rolls ) 2d6+7 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+7 for Nigel and gets a natural 7 for a result of 14. 2d6+6 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+6 for Montana and gets a natural 6 for a result of 12. * Nigel enters the shop, but lets Montana do the talking. * Montana walks in, grinning. "Mornin', Whatley. How's it goin'?" (Actually, probably not morning!) (Probably afternoon! Change that.) <@Brett> [Whatley looks up from what appears to be a model train set from the 1970s, doubtlessly worth a pretty penny by now. "Well, if it isn't the only man to ever visit my shop who was named after a state. What can I do for you, Montana?"] 2d6+6 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+6 for Montana and gets a natural 12 and a modified 18, a CRITICAL SUCCESS! "Ah, then this IS the reality where you're kicking ass. My apologies, I'll amend my notes." Unfortunately, I ain't here to swap merchandise. I'm lookin' for a mutual acquaintance: Tilda. You know how I can find her these days? <@Brett> ["Mmm, yes. I'd heard something happened between you two over a heist in Milan." He frowns. "But, good sir, you know I wouldn't have much of a business if I so readily gave up that sort of information. Especially since the lady in question is a frequent customer."] <@Brett> ( Anyone remember Tilda's last name? o.o ) (Nope) (You didn't provide one! Maybe she doesn't go by one.) (I keep wanting to say Swanson, because of Tilda Swanson) <@Brett> ( Pretty sure I said it once in a /msg to Montana. ) * Montana holds his hands up. "I ain't tryin' to hurt her none. Just wanna return somethin' of hers." <@Brett> ["She could be anywhere in the world, you know."] * Nigel seems to be taken by surprise for a moment and takes his phone from his pocket, tapping at it with a furrowed brow. <@Brett> ( Even RIGHT BEHIND YOU! ) <@Brett> ( Spoiler: she's not ) 2d6+8 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+8 for Nigel and gets a natural 9 for a result of 17. (That is with the penalty adjusted on my side) <@Brett> ( Nigel beat the game. ) Yeeeah, I figured. That's why I'm here, talkin' to you. * Nigel nods and puts his phone away, and resumes looking (unsuccessfully) intimidating. <@Brett> "Be that may, the madam is one of my best customers, as I've mentioned. It would take a lot to persuade me to give up her location."] * Montana rubs at his stubble. "'A lot' meanin' what, exactly?" <@Brett> [Whatley smiles cryptically. "Well. That depends on the offer."] * Montana glances at Nigel. * Nigel shrugs. "We don't need to know her exact location. What if you just let us know what country she is in... that way you are in the clear... you haven't betrayed her trust, and you can tell her that you didn't tell us where she was. And we would gladly pay you some for that information." Just narrow our search... Oh, right. Sorry 'bout my lack of introduction. This is my half-brother, Nigel. Nigel, meet Colin Whatley. Good man. <@Brett> [Whatley taps his chin, then nods. "Yes... Yes, I suppose you're right. Very well: 6000 Euros and it's yours."] * Nigel nods. "A pleasure..." He bows slightly and then stands. (We're still in England.) (Euros? We're still in England, right? Have they switched to Euros?) (Did they convert to euros?) <@Brett> ( They did! They've been on Euros at least since MC3 ) (Aha!) Yeeeeah, how 'bout three thousand? (Montana is a much shrewder businessman than Nigel. Nigel would have just handed over the money) <@Brett> [Whatley shakes his head. "Now that's hardly worth possible risk to my reputation. Not to mention my health."] You're just givin' us the country, and it ain't like we're gonna tell her. It's like free money in your pocket. <@Brett> ["She's a smart girl. She could always trace it back to me."] <@Brett> ["But I suppose I can settle for 5000."] 4.5 and you got yerself a deal. Ain't like anyone else is here 'sides us and your security back there. And if you can't trust him, I hafta wonder why you hired him in the first place. <@Brett> [He sighs. "Fine. 4.5. But if I hear you've mentioned my name...." He lets the threat linger. Possibly because he has no idea what he'd do if he hears you mentioned his name.] * Montana gives him a reassuring. "'Course not. You're too valuable on my side." He reaches into his vest and counts out a large amount in cash, which he hands over to Whatley. (I'm going to assume that we stopped somewhere to draw money, as Montana would have expected a large bribe.) <@Brett> [Whatley takes it, flipping through it quickly to make sure it's all there and all real.] <@Brett> ( Sure! ) * Montana can count money, so it actually is! <@Brett> [When he finishes, he nods. "Pleasure doing business with you."] * Montana tips his hat. And waits for the information. <@Brett> ["Last I heard, she's returned to Sweden. I guess she missed home."] Fair 'nough. Thanks for the help. <@Brett> ["Thanks for the cash."] * Montana grins. "Any time." He waves and heads on out! * Nigel nods and heads out. <@Brett> [Remarkably, you escape without a bloodbath!] (Not that remarkable; Motana and Nigel aren't very trigger happy people!) (how will they get clean now) * Nigel waits until they are out of earshot of anybody who knows what they are talking about and takes out his phone, pointing to the list of addresses. "She has two safe-houses in Sweden. That's a much smaller search, that is." * Montana glances at the phone. "Yup. Guess it's time to pack up and book a flight." * Nigel nods. "Seems that way." <@Brett> ( Shall we end? ) (Sure, now's a decent place.) (Sounds good) <@Brett> [End here!]