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10/01/11(Sat)20:55 No.16488786You decide to get down to business; the sooner this package finds its owner, the sooner you get paid, "Now that we've reached an agreement, Pacer, how about you hand over that package and point us where we need to go?"
The nervous stalker nods, pulling a closely-kept - and quite bulky - case from his side and sliding it across the table's surface. You notice its heft, then set it down beside your chair as Pacer retrieves his PDA and sends you a data file for your map.
Apparently, the destination is somewhere east of her, in a forested area. Bird, peering over your shoulder, comments, "No settlements out that way. Like the last time we left the main paths, it's unpredictable turf."
"My brother's holed up in an old army officer's dacha out that way. Not much to look at these days, but it's not like he's entertaining guests," Pacer looks around warily, "Probably when you get there my brother'll lay low, thinking you are some faction hit team or bandits. Wave this around," he hands you a hankerchief with some sort of family seal on it, "And he'll eventually come out."
Easy enough. You nod and take the piece of cloth.
"One more thing - keep out of that case. You try to cheat my brother, mess him over - you will regret it," you can tell he means it, though you don't know if he can back that up, "Now get out of here. And tell Andriy that Alexey says hi, and think with your goddamn brains next time."
With that, you heft the case and file out of the bar, wary for too-interested eyes. As you enter the chilly night air - so much of a change after the humid, loud bar - Vlad speaks up, "I can carry that thing, if you'd like. Looks like an obnoxious load."
You are indeed pretty loaded for bear.
"So," Damsel says, "What now? Head out or bed down and wait for morning?"
"We shouldn't forget to pick up your helmet, if that Screw guy has it done," Twitch reminds you. |
