3. Prepping for entry

First of all, rude. They left the place without even saying a goodbye. “See ya later Broker! Thanks for all the help! We love you! Sorry we can’t ask you to come along.” Honestly, some people. Anyhow, I don’t care, tbh. I’m a cool dude, I can do my own thing.

Still, I have my ways of knowing what goes on all around this city. So obviously, I know that the gang went over to The Silver Bullet. Weird place to figure out a plan of entry, but hey, who am I to judge? I used to hang out at Kamukura Ramen all the time before big gigs. Anyhow. So yeah, I know. I know that the edgelord ordered a cheap whiskey, that the rockerlad got a Aperol Spritz, that Cage got a “robo-bear.” But the funniest thing has got to be what the kid got. Bartender Holden gave him a milk + and well, it didn’t go well with the poor kid.

Anyway, they managed to formulate a plan. A simple one. Use explosives to cause a distraction in front of the warehouse and enter from the backdoor. You see, if I were there with them, I would’ve been able to tell them that the Warlords almost exclusively use REX sensors on their backdoors, because they believe no one would be dumb enough to break into their locales. Idiots really.

Anyway, Holden told me that the kid - all drugged up by whatever chemicals they put in the milk at The Silver Bullet - tried to work on the detonators right there at the bar. So of course, he kindly asked them to get out of his bar before they killed everyone.

Oh Holden also told me that I missed one of the coolest chair flips he had ever seen in his life. Alvin apparently is a real good chair-spinner. The other guys also tried, but no one even got close to looking as cool as Alvin.

So it came as a real surprise when I found out that he then proceeded to punch a car’s window with his bare fist, obviously not causing even a little dent, but making the alarm go off. This, of course, caused Jimmy to just book it, poor kid probably really freaked out. Old Kush Bomb rushed after him, managed to catch him, and got promptly puked on.

Tease tells me that her people did hear the car alarm, but decided to let it be. It would be better off for her people to lay low tonight.

Next, the gang moved to the hangout of the man known as “Vincent Vega.” I’ve worked with him before, weird guy, shits a lot. He helped them sober up Jimmy and promised to provide three of his best guys to help them out on their crazy suicide-like mission. As I do, Vincent also knows that the shit these guys have found themselves in is pretty deep. Well, uh, Vincent actually doesn’t know anything. */wink wink nudge nudge/* Nope, Vincent knows nothing Tease, please don’t read this.

Vincent’s guys are Dany, Zuko, and Jamil. Cool kids, Vincent found them on a ship from the former UK some five years ago. No parents, no families. Made them into solos. They were lucky it was Vincent who found them. Can’t even imagine if some of those med-corps had gotten their nasty claws on them. I shudder to think.

I am not at a position to disclose where I got the rest of this information from. Not yet at least. But the gang made their way over to the warehouse. Obviously, obviously, first they staked the place out. The warehouse is well guarded, after all. Some Dragonriders patrol the district, making sure no trouble can arise. 10 or so grunts guard the front entrance and as I said the backdoor is rather safe. You only gotta make sure the Dragonriders aren’t passing by when you break in via exploiting the REX sensors.

And now, while Dany, Zuko, and Jamil keep watch on a rooftop in front of the warehouse, the party stands ready to infiltrate Blackhand’s Warehouse.