Futuristic Crsytal Oz (DEAD)

[TrashRabbit]

Ajax Atalantis

If he needed anymore proof that world was about to fall apparent around him this was it.
"You gona just vibrate, or you gonna buy something pal?" the vendor asked him, before he moved on to the next stall.
It took him only a moment to send some queries to the ECE node. And look to see if a scarecrow by the designation 19489-07 existed. But nothing came up. He scowled and sent his unwanted interloper a coordinate, [Meet me here if you wanna know.] The coordinates were in the south sector along a utility path for the bus tube.
He didn't know where to start with tracking down the rando that had jumped him- what a day.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev​

Ajax wanted to meet in an alley behind the bus, which seemed like a good place to get murdered. Unless they murdered first, if it came to that. Not personally. Sev had the murder potential of a melting crayon. But there was always somebody who'd do murder for you.

The add Sev tried was for someone named Tambam, who mostly seemed to deal with stalkers and ex's and things like that, but she was big and a lot scarier than they were.

[Hi! I saw your ad, my name's Sev and I'm with Glinda and Mombi. I'm going to meet an informant and they picked a sketchy location and I'm looking for some back up, just in case. Do you take Pixel Dragon currency?]

[HELL YEAH]

[ (: (: (: ] Sev sent back, and then the coordinates, and then went to meet Tambam and Ajax Atlantis.

 

[TrashRabbit]

TamBam​

She was very tall and hardly anyone ever believed her when she told them she was only seventeen. She flashed her ID to her new client and introduced herself, "Hi, So I'm Tambam- and you didn't have to get me a unicorn frappe but I accept the ritual offering of caffeine- you said you're with the paper right?"
She was wearing a poncho trimmed in luminous neon green with a short clip of historic temperate rainforest playing on the fabric. Underneath she was dressed in tactile grey and blacks. On her belt was a large torch, a taser and several utility pockets. Her boots were very large and so where her HUD glasses- which in Oz worn fashionably a bit like sunglasses in the before times.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev​

"It-t-t's p-p-polite," Sev said. Nobody had ever raised them to be polite, but they thought it was important. "I'm Sev. And y-y-yes, I am." Sev was small enough that most people were tall to them, but Tambam was so tall that their neck hurt a little, looking up at her. They were in a baggy hoodie, with too big boots and their cryfi gloves tied to their rig's backpack. They wished Tambam was actually their friend. "Th-th-thanks for c-c-coming."

 

[TrashRabbit]

TamBam

"No worries my dude," She said sipping her over glittery beverage, "You lead, I'll follow. Any one looks at you funny they'll deal with me, okay?"

The back alley was less of a garbage and lurkers sort of alley and more of an industrial warren of pipes that you'd find a body in type. TamBam ended up having to help him up and over high obstructions and finding a way around and under. When they reached the coordinates there was no one there.
"This is sketchy as hell, You were right," She said critically, scanning the area. she heard the noise first, and while she didn't know what it was, she grabbed Sev and threw them both to the floor. The Bright pink flash made one of the pipes scream and discharge steam. "The hell was that!" TamBam demanded.
"Its my off hand 'pologies," Said a voice, that belonged to the guy standing on top, "Ten seconds to tell me how you know bout the slippers;1-"

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev

Sev sat up. "I-I-I f-f-found-d-d e-m-m-mails," they stuttered. They could feel blood trickle down their knee where they'd scrapped it from when Tamika had thrown them, but it was better than the laser. "I-I-I d-d-don't-t-t even kn-kn-know w-w-what it-t-t is!"

 

[TrashRabbit]

Ajax Atlantis + TamBam

The laser blossomed to life again and dealt a swath of destruction across the sad industrial alley as well as the squishy Scarecrow. TamBam opened fire, pulling a Beretta from some hidden pocket. Pop pop pop. Ajax swears and takes cover behind a conduit and does not reappear.
"Oh my god," Tamika cries looking over at Sev, "Oh my god!!"
She began to apply pressure to the scarecrows terrible wound but knew that she needed to get help fast. "I'm a terrible body guard," She hissed to herself.

 

[TrashRabbit]

The Agent
Zer0

The assassin's knee makes the crunchy grinding noise all tinmen fear and topples with swear and a vest over his face. He fires three shots blind- with impressive and painful accuracy.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev

"Ow," said Sev, holding the wound on their chest, and not looking at it, because they knew it was bad and knowing exactly how bad seemed like a bad idea. "Ow." Tambam pushed their hands aside, and Sev was very glad she was there, and said so. Then he added, in a very small voice, "Am I-I-I d-d-dying?"

 

[Zer0]

Hp: 3/6 | Hide: 2 | Scrappy: 2
Weapon: 5kg Bricks in a Briefcase

Streetsmarts: 3 | Murder: 1 | Crify: -1
Finding: 3 | Rep: 0 | Wits: 3
Luck: 1

TrashRabbit

- Cheshire Le Grin -
" JJ Repairs "​

BANG, BANG, BANG!

And there goes Mr. Le Grin's good arm. Sparks and shards of metal flew as the bullets ripped through his little elbow. He did not make a sound as he caught his torn limb --- the assassin was still blinded at least for a moment. He quickly threw his arm noisily toward a shelf of standing parts that could topple and fall, as though to make his assailant hear and presume Mr. Le Grin went that away, but really, he was hurling his briefcase at the assassin's gun arm amongst all the noise.

 

[TrashRabbit]

TamBam
east slum clinic

"Not Today!" Tamika said scooping him up. She was very tall and he was very small, "I know a guy, Just, hang in there." She said starting to move fast. This wasn't the sort of thing you call the authorities for, too many questions and she didn't want a LIoN. It wasn't far to the clinic and the very pink Tin woman sitting at the front desk said, "Not again Tamika," when she walked in.
"Donny!!" The tin woman cried, "Donny we got company!"
Tamika shouldered her way into the small examination room and a woman with a little baby cleared out quick while the attending physician sputtered.
"Tamika!" He hissed.
"He's real hurt Doc," She said.
"Why are you like this," He demanded going into emergency medic mode. "Alright kid, It looks worse than is- You're lucky its not through and through."
The patching up process was terrible because it involved a lot of peroxide on the wound and not enough pain medication.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev

Despite Donny's assurance that they were going to be fine, Sev was still fairly sure they were going to die. But they said, "Ok-k-kay," and squeezed Tambam's hand very tightly. And then he asked, after a moment, "...Are you s-s-sure? It-t-t hurt-t-ts a lot-t-t. But-t-t I'm only f-f-four, s-s-so I-I-I d-d-don't-t-t have a lot-t-t t-t-to c-c-compare it t-t-to."

 

[TrashRabbit]

South slum clinic

"Jaysus," He said under his breath when Sev mentioned how old he was, "I got you, Kiddo" And in a moment came the green Medi Gel, which numbed the wound and made it tingle beneath eh bandages. "The Medi Gel will do all the hard work, you just lay back and rest for a few days. Who did you a wound like this? I've seen it before. And Not in Oz," He said standing up to wash Sevs very red blood off his blue gloved hands.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev

The Medi Gel tingled the way mint sometimes made their mouth. It wasn't a strong or unpleasant sensation, and after everything before it, Sev thought they liked it.

"H-H-His n-n-name is Ajak-k-ks At-t-tlant-t-tis. He w-w-works for ECE, but-t-t I only j-j-just met-t-t him."

 

[TrashRabbit]

Ajax Antlantis's Tether

The message in it's entirety says; Abort mission and return to HQ monkeys can no longer be trusted. on top of that Ajax's tether is loaded with Emails and while most of them are coded the term ruby slipper is in them A L O T. He was in contact with some big names- Evvamene, the Scopae CEO and a Dr. Diggs whom you'll recognize because half of everything in the east sector is named after him. And then on top of that- there is and you can't believe this, there's data from the surface. memes you've never seen before. Pictures of the desert. There is notably a selfie of this bozo giving the peace symbol while holding a bullet wound. it says IM FINE across it. He still has both has one of his original meat hands at that time. There are some recurring characters as Panhead flips through- A slightly older man who you suspect is related just by looking at them, A ginger woman who looks like she can bench press a bus, and... you've never met any of them down in oz so it doesn't mean much, but there is photographic evidence of Eden and Lewis- though both younger, both smiling and in the desert. And then there is a picture of yourself, sitting at a table with a pile of supplies behind you, giving the finger and looking positively annoyed.

 

[Graystone713]

Panhead
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.
​

Panhead was shocked at how fast he busted into the tether. He wasn't even fully charged yet. Even more shocking was that he had the whole damn message. And a whole lot of Emails that sounded suspiciously like something LC would want: vague mentions of Ruby Slipper. He browsed it all thoroughly, though. Lots of pictures... He stopped. He could remember that kid. He was stressed out about something, probably the pile of supplies at his back. He was working, but the kid said 'Say cheese asshole' and he flipped the kid off. He was like everyone's annoying kid brother... Everyone? He thought back to the sense memory. Fear, blood and gas in his mouth, sand and burnt hair... Had he... Fought Ajax before? Was his name Patrick before, or was he renamed on entry to Oz?... Would Ajax know? The Patrick in him was scared. But Patrick was dead. He sent a copy of everything but the last picture to the LC bigwigs. He wanted to leave, to hunt that Ajax fucker down and choke the answers out of him, to rip off his other hand... To do SOMETHING. But he stayed. Maybe LC would bring him back into their good graces. Maybe they'd be angry about the fight on the skybridge. Maybe he was needed to do a job. He didn't, and couldn't know. He could only wait and stare at his former self. 'Who was I' wasn't a question Patrick asked often in his life... But he should've. Now Panhead might actually have to find the answer for him.

 

[TrashRabbit]

South Sector Clinic

"Atlantis," Donny said like it meant something to him, but as though he couldn't remember what. He spent a moment looking perplexed at his hands, two double sleek ozy prosthetic's. "Sounds like a real asshole. You might want to consider staying away from people with tech like that," He said after a moment, shaking his head a little and finishing his clean up.
"What do you mean it's not from Oz?" Tambam demanded.
"Surface tech. I don't know. I don't remember," He said sharp and brittle sounding in his voice, "It's a bad way to die. That's all I know."

On the news

Some things have happened in the city that have attracted the attention of the free press. The fight on the passenger skybridge complete with an unknown weapon discharge has made headlines. Witnesses say the fight was short and involved a red flash. Both parties are currently wanted and two unhelpful pictures of a generic tin man with his blown off and the back of a blondes head are shown. Authorities are asking for any information. The second story is just as big; Finally a break in the ECE executive murder: authorities have moved in on a household of ECE scarecrows and they have been taken into custody by Scopae. Scopae has given an official statment that evidence has come to life they may result in the total recall of batch 19489 in connection to the murder.

 

[CkSmalling]

King Panthera.
​

King looked at Kariuki. His nails were a sight to see and a weapon to fear. And they were gold. Like pure gold. Just how much did the Secretary earn? Now he was suspecting whether he was doing the right job. If a secretary can afford Gold nails, he was doing something wrong.

"Yeah I was curious as to the memo and I was on my way to buy a car for myself, a long overdue personal milestone for me. Guess that will have to wait."

"I miss the old days when we were just an individual firm, now that we are part of a major Conglomerate, we will have more red tape and that is bad for business. But red tape has never been a issue for me. I know a few people who can easily cross that line when needed. And not to worry, my lips are sealed. But you just gave me a starting point."

Suddenly his inbox had a message. He opened and saw it was the autopsy report for the victim. A single stab wound to the bottom of the neck, just below the hyoid bone if he was not mistaken.

"Well shit. I guess i have a starting point. Remind me to buy you dinner after this is over. You, Mr. Kariuki, are a big help." He let out a charming smile and knocked twice on his table and left.


Before he left the building, he decided to do some research on related deaths with a single stab wound to the throat. He opened past case files to see a correlation but there was none. Previously, the targets were low level. Hitting somebody this big was new. After browsing for a few minutes, he decided to visit the Pathologist who performed the autopsy. Getting detailed info from the man himself would be a great place to start and a logical option. The other was to shout at the streets with a megaphone that Ozymandias were the crooks. Sounded pretty stupid.


After 30 minutes of listening to a couple argue about where to eat, another man watching tinman porn and an elderly couple snoring, he managed to reach the autopsy lab. He approached the young lady, smiled and streched his hand to shake her hand. "Good morning Miss, My name is King and I would like to speak to Dr. Slater please."

 

[animegirl20]

Eden raised an eyebrow at the secretary as she looked Eden up and down. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that so she decided to ignore it. Eden smiled at the woman then nodded her head after she gestured to the door. "Thank you" Once she was inside she noticed something took her off guard. There was the largest chunk of the crystal core she had ever saw well at least she thought it was the crystal core. Problem was it wasn't the right color. Could she get picture of that with her phone? Probably not but she wondered if that was important though. Suddenly she was brought out from her thoughts when Ambroise spoke up. "Huh? Oh! Uh Hi!" She said slightly awkwardly. Damn it girl don't space out now. Eden thought to herself. Then she noticed he seemed confused and said that she wasn't the package he was expecting. Eden was quiet for a moment. "I wasn't the package you were expecting?" What the heck was that suppose to mean?! She shook her head deciding to forget about it. She needed to stay focus. "No sir I'm not I actually have this for you." She handed him the invitation. "As you know my wonderful stepmother" Boy did that make her want to puke. "Sophia Faraday is officially reopening her club tonight and she wanted me to give you a official invite for tonight. I do hope you come it will be tons of fun only the most important and respectable people will be there." She said giving him a charming smile. "And I myself would love to see you there."
TrashRabbit

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Sev did not need to be told that the lasers were a bad way to die. They thought they knew how bad it would be. "Th-Th-Thank you," they told Donny and Tambam. "I d-d-didn't wanna d-d-die that way."
It took some convincing to get Tambam to agree that they would be fine to go home, and Sev promised to let her know how they were doing, and fell deeper in friend crush. They should have gone home, but they didn't. Not after they got the news about their batch being recalled.
They had to find Thirteen.

 

[TrashRabbit]

JJ's repair shoppe
East Sector
Zer0

Le Grin's subterfuge came to a crescendo as the gun went flying toward the ceiling. The Agent threw the vest from his face and apearified a sharp stiletto in their off hand in the same motion as they struggled to stagger to an upright position.

“I used to say,” The Tin said in thick slavic accent, “Cat was only thing I loved. Now. Not so much. Who sent you?”


Dr. Briggs Office
East Sector
animegirl20

The gentleman smiled as he took the invitation. “Oh, Sophia Faraday? my Ex Wife used to love her little tin cat waiters. Charming. I haven't gotten out since she left either,” He said with a laugh that only eccentric old academics sported when sharing too much personal information. “Tell her I'd be delighted, sweetheart. Since you came all this way would you like to try out my newest project.”

He motioned grandly at the chunk of crystal core and then at something that was not quiet an immersion rig. “Just a little glimpse of the future for you, in exchange for a delivery well done?” He chuckled like he enjoyed nothing more than showing off this project and convincing student and strangers alike. His sincerity could almost make up for calling all young women sweetheart. Almost.


Evvamene Eastman's case file
Kings Tether
CkSmalling

The cause of death, which had not been in the papers was a single stab wound to the base of the throat. Having been with Al-Sim as long as you have, you've seen this before and you know Kariuki and the Boss aren't wrong to suspect Ozymandias of the hit when their main Agent is known to execute in exactly that manner.

The case file is updated suddenly with heist gear found at the ECE janitorial home. This includes the quick deduction by Officer Dolan that 19489 -90 could not have possibly been on shift the night of the murder according to the punch clock, and the illegal hacking and heist gear found in 19489 -13's room has made her a person of interest and a prime subject. 19489 -13 are unknown.

Oz Central Security Coroner Office
West sector
also CkSmalling

Ophelia smiled and took his hand and answered in with a voice that was a pleasant and memorable tenor; “He's with a patient if you catch my drift, but if you don't mind he wont mind, I'll send you in.”

She reached out to her personal tether and sent him a temporary access code to morg. You've never met before, but some how she seems to know you, or suspect you deserve respect and acomidation.

Inside Dr. Slater was beginning the disection of a cadaver belonging to a man who had been perilously close to being boy aged. slicing open the area around the ear and his LioN implant when he looked up.

“I uh-” He said. He was a twig of a man, long faced, blue eyed and wearing large boots with his lab jacket. “You're not here to rough me up right?” He asked, Pegging King instantly the for sort to be sent on that kind of errand.


Lizatko Communications
Graystone713

Black Cat: Wow, maybe you don't suck?
Black Cat: could you check on a friend of ours down at JJ's Repair shoppe. It could be related.
Black cat: I think you're on the news. Watch out.


Somewhere, ominously unspecified
wickedlittlecritta

Thirteen sucked on her teeth like they were sour as she watched the news. The recall on her batch was on her. And everyone in Oz knew Recalled usually meant scrapped or euthanized. The guilt pressed down on her like an oppressive blanket of dread.
“I Gotta do something,” she said.
“Like what?” Said a man just out of view.
“I don't know. Something. I can't help them all- they've already got them in custody- But,” she didn't say it out loud. Seven had left years ago. No body knew where Seven was. And part of hoped desperately that she could find them and that when she did he'd be wise and helpful and savvy. She wished she had had time to take her immersion rig with her when she had fled.

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Ever since Sev and Thirteen had been separated, Sev had tried to track her down. But neither of them wanted to be found, and Sev's hunt had always been fruitless. She'd hidden herself too well, and so had they.
So if they couldn't find Thirteen, they had to make sure Thirteen could find them instead.
So they left a trail, leaving posts full of things that Thirteen would recognize anywhere there was a chance she might see. Sev winced at the sloppy path they left through the cryfi, but what else was there for them to do? They'd tried the safe way, and there wasn't time for that anymore.
They just hoped no one else would be able to track them down too.

 

[CkSmalling]

King Panthera
Oz Central Security Coroner Office ​

King shook the soft had delightfully and let out another smile. At least someone looked past the Lion implant he had. he thought maybe, a brief maybe, not everyone judges him. Suddenly, he received another message in his inbox. A case update. he briefly scanned it and decided to do more investigating later on once he was done with the coroner. He looked at her again and made a small bow, a gesture of respect and acknowledgement.

He entered the office via the temporary access code he was given by the secretary and the hard lingering stench of preservative hit him straight to his olfactory system. That was a scent he will not forget any time soon. He saw Dr. Slater work on a corpse who also had a Lion implant on him. He was curious as to know what happened to him, but that was a by the way.

The comment Dr. Slater made about him roughing him up caught him off guard. He looked at his suit. He did represent a mob enforcer. So he decided not to take it personally.

"You can relax. I am not a mob enforcer. I am King Panthera and i have been contracted to work on a particular case, one which you are familiar with since you did the autopsy. i would like to know more about the autopsy results on Mrs. Eastman if you will. The case report gave scanty details. Also on a light note, what happened to the poor chap?" He said as he pointed to the man on the slab

TrashRabbit

 

[Camden]

Lewis

Lewis stretched his legs as he reached the neighborhood of his target. He had just walked four blocks, and the scenery had changed wildly from block to block. In his "neighborhood", it was a lot of apartment complexes and high rises. He could see his workplace in the distance from his residence, but although here was still close, all the buildings were too short to see far enough. This neighborhood could be summed up neatly with one word: cute. The buildings were nice and maintained, fake lawns all fakely trimmed to perfection, and all the colors seemed to work together, professionally picked and designed to be appealing to the eye. This was where ECE rented out and lent housing to it's workers or community, and they had done an excellent job keeping looking great.

He checked the address of the building he was standing in front of, and then he checked the data that was streaming from his rig (still running facial recognition) to his tether. This seemed to be the right building. According to the time clock, the janitor wasn't at work, so he was either here or liable to come back at any moment.

He stepped up to the door, and his foot slid on the doormat, revealing a metallic scraping noise. The flipped over the doormat and a key and a note sat there, he couldn't help but grin, not like he would've needed the key but this would make it very slightly easier. The door was pushed open silently, and then closed behind just as silently as it was opened.

The first thing he noticed was the size. It wasn't immediately obvious from the outside but the house did go quite a bit past the street. There were three rooms and a living room, plus a smallish kitchen, and he saw a staircase in the corner.

The next thing he noticed were the numbers. It was almost like his apartment building, numbers on the door, designating whose room it was. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought that was strange, why didn't they just remember whose room was which. It was probably different for Scarecrows, who's names were numbers; it wasn't too odd for people to put their names in fancy letters or whatever on their bedroom doors- at least if they were kids.

He noticed one of the doors was labeled simply "9". He checked his tether, the scarecrow he was looking for was 19489-90. This might be it. He stepped forward silently, he didn't know if anyone was quietly awake. He slowly opened the door, and stepped inside, unconsciously placing his hand on his taser.

A sad sight lay inside. Lewis drew in a shaky breath, before steeling himself. 19389-90, "9", whatever you might call him was asleep on a bed in the center of the room. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were sunken and had baggy skin underneath. And he was pale, like he hadn't been outside or near a artificial sun lamp in weeks. Lewis made sure the door was closed behind him and looked around the room, searching for any nodes. He found one and reached out his cry-fi glove, opening it and searching through, manipulating the program with the tech he had learned to use mostly through trial and error.

A bombshell dropped. Well, maybe more of a small firecracker. Lewis wasn't exactly surprised at what he saw, but it was still a little shocking. His browser history was filled with childish sort of things, which made sense considering the decor. But what was more surprising was that there was no way this kiddie scarecrow could've been at ECE that night; not unless he set an automated program to watch some wrestling programs and switch between them at random intervals. Lewis wasn't about to rule that out, even if it was unlikely, so he dug deeper. He found that little 9 had a auto-immune disorder, common to show up in a few members of each batch of scarecrows. He probably hadn't even left the house since he got the illness. Shit.

Lewis closed the node and walked out of the room. It was time to either investigate another hit or go home and give up. He had his hand on the doorknob of the front door when his cry-fi glove started vibrating and his personal node let out some weak light. He opened it, a better hit had been located, even more likely than 19489-90. It was another scarecrow, which made sense. He bookmarked the name and pulled both hits up to better view.

Lewis frowned. That was funny they both had the same... batch number. Lewis let go of the doorknob and turned around, the stairs were looking much more appealing. He carefully climbed them, it would suck if he got caught now because of a creaking stair. Sure enough, there were 3 more bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, one labeled with the same number that had just popped up on his node. 13. He went into the room, and his stomach felt uneasy. The ground felt wrong, and when the door opened the walls didn't seem to absorb the hinge-noise right. The room looked normal, a bed, a nightstand, a window, some junk in the corner. But there was definitely something off. Lewis knelt down on the floor, and rapped the wooden floor with a knuckle. Hollow. While he was kneeling he looked up, and he could see a discolored panel under the bed, where the dust on the floor had been disturbed by finger prints. There was a small ring on the panel, and he pulled on it, revealing a hidden compartment. He reached back and into his bag pulling a small pocket light out. In a short amount of time the contents were laying all over the floor in front of him.

Zoomer keys.
An immersion rig.
A cry-fi skimmer.
An then the real kicker: a bunch of heist gear. Code breakers, lockpicks, some disposable fingerprint copiers, and a simple mask that looked unused. In the middle of it all sat a small little grenade, probably enough explosive to cook everyone in the room.

Lewis sat in front of it all for a second, making sure there was nothing of interest. He used his cry-glove to manipulate the skimmer, revealing a simple code. "777broomstick". Ominous. Satisfied that there was nothing else important, he grabbed the immersion rig and headed out of the room, leaving the door open. He left the house with the rig over his shoulder, closing and locking the door, and replacing the key under the doormat.

Two blocks away he pulled out his personal node and sent a message to the non-emergency line for the police. "Hello, I'd like to report suspicious activities coming from..."

 

[TrashRabbit]

13
wickedlittlecritta

Thirteen had likewise tried to find Seven in the past and had always given up before she started. They had deleted just about every track. But she held out hope now and again that he would log into their pixel-dragon game. And today was her day. They had updated their contact info. And she copied it to her contact quick. From Sev's point of view it was an hour or two before she contacted him:

Friday13th: Are you an idiot???

Sev was nearing a bus stop when a figure drew up besides him and pushed a taser into the small of his back threateningly, “Are you going to do this the easy or the heard way?” they were tall and muscular and either a very handsome woman or a very pretty man. They wore a dark mate jacket with spikes and tight pants with neon runners down the sides. They had a gun on their belt, but obviously hadn't thought he warranted more than the taser. On their neck and their lapels was the Al-Sim seal. And on their lanyard was their Scopae and OZ authority Badge.


Dr. Slater
CkSmalling

Dr. Slater didn't look like he entirely believed him when he said he wasn't a mob enforcer but he did his best to act cool about it. His eyes went wide as he said the name Eastman and then seemed easily distracted by the question about the corpse at hand.

“Oh, came in a couple hours ago. Gun shot. Probably a mugging the officer said. Never stood a chance- LIoN's never do.” It was as they said this they noticed King's own unit. He made half an expression of apology but shrugged, deciding that his words were truth.

“I'm not really supposed to talk about the Eastman case,” He said emboldening himself to king, once he realized he was not only not a mob enforcer but sporting a Lion the fear looked to drain out of him. “But I'll tell ya what I told Officer Dolan, It was a hit. Professional. Clean. I've gotten two or three cases that Clean ever. Not a lot to talk about.” He said defensively. “I saw the news- and it isn't something a four year old scarecrow girl could pull of. Trust me on that one. Dolan's lost his mind on that one.”

He tossed his scalpel in a disinfective bucket with a loud clank.

“What else do you want LioN man?”


13's Rig
Camden

The Rig was impressive, in so much that it was made from absolute scrap, tin foil in some places even. Unfortunately it didn't have a tether attached to it. The good news was that it stored it's dive locations. Three of them were to varying locations in the same virtual town; The Golden Boughs. It was well known in the right circles. The cute little town was nestled in the branches of high trees and several tins lived there full time it was a popular hang out spot of no particular allegiance. The fourth logged point was an obscure cat cafe: The Nekomancer and maybe Lewis doesn't recognize the coordinates at first, it's deep in the core and its old. It's the sort of place you'd go casually to do something extremely private, like buy sell or trade secrets. Suspicious, if only because this girl doesn't seem to be the regular kind of immersion junkie. The Fifth and final location Lewis doesn't recognize, nor do any hits come up when you search for it on the cryfi proper.

What do you do?