((I forgot to save when I exited after January, so sadly Marty disappeared. So I repeated the raid until I found another vet, this one named Lisa. Farewell Marty, we hardly new ye.
After that I started playing normally, when what some events happened in a sequence that seemed cool to me. Naturally, I had to flesh out a story for it but I don't have time to finish it right now. But it's got like, spies and stuff and I think it'll be cool. I swear, I won't make a habit of ridiculously fleshing stuff out this much in the future.))
Febuary 9th: been recovering and talking to the people I inspired with the talk about HMO's. Some gratitude money is flowing in. Recruited a college student who shows potential. Welcome to the squad, Sharon. Also, we got another programmer on the line, welcome Lisa Hanneman, or as we're affectionately calling her "Simpson" With Simpson on board, website harassment was much more successful. I started lending a hand, then Ariel offered to lend his computer knowledge. Ariel is like 40 years old and erm, a man, a man named Ariel. Just don't ask him why he loves San Fransisco...
Acceptance is a liberal virtue.
Anyway, Adrienne has come to understand why we fight. She has agreed to lend he expertice to our cause and has decided on a few "practice runs" for the LCS to learn the tricks of the trade.
----
Adrienne doesn't like what she sees. She's assigned us "night school" while she went to scope out locations.
... that went real bad. Adrienne crossed paths with a reporter from the local branch of Faux News. Apparently, the reporter knew that Adrienne was associated with the LCS, must have been doing a report on us or something. Adrianne got shot three times but stumbled away from the scene. Wierd thing was, the first shot was in her arm. I need to get like, special body armor for the arms or something. This is getting out of hand. Adrienne is gonna be out of commision for a while.
Training continues for the others, but with Adrienne out of commision, I can't join in. We've come up with a new heist that should turn things around...
((Here is the start of the chain of events I found interesting.))
I headed out towards the late place downtown. Adrienne says there's a fashion designer I need to meet, Bonita Purcell. She's straight and narrow, but her brother was supposed to be a great disguise maker and forger before he "disappeared" a few years back.
Adriene had given me a vague description but I couldn't tell Bonita from any of the other fashion designers in the place. Donned out in fashions that seemed bizarre, faces made of plastic; they might as well be nothing but a "fashion designer" label above their heads for all I could tell them apart. Well, I should start somewhere... I approached a woman.
"Do you want to hear something disturbing?"
"I'll tell you what's disturbing! They're trying to shut down my clothing line!" she snapped back. "They're whining about sweatshops! How else will the clothes get made? They'll completely ruin the spring fashion season over a few children half a world away!"
I stared agast at this womans disgusting, brazan display of conservatism. I was shocked no one else seemed to mind. But as I continued my inquiry's I discovered to my horror that I had stumbled upon the most conservative fashion designers on the planet. Conservative after conservative without a liberal to be found anywhere! Adriene had to be wrong about this time and place, Bonita certainly wasn't to be found here!
Disgusted by such a cesspool of conservatism, I stumbled towards the door. I made it about halfway before I collided with a man who'd been standing still admist all the hustle and bustle of the shop.
"Oh, sorry!" he quickly appologized as he offered a napkin for my drink, which had spilled in the collision.
"Whoa, it's okay." I passed it off, "I didn't see you. You were-" there was an awkward silence as neither of us finished that sentence. He didn't volunteer an answer and it took me a moment to recall what he'd been doing. Then I noticed the woman who had just walked by.
"What, you were watching her?" I sized up the object of his attention with a grin. Another of the fashion harpies, about 45 and vaguely latina. I hadn't noticed her before in my search for Bonita... wait, 45, latina. Crap, that was Bonita right there!
"No, no, just looking the other way." he insisted, he saw my slight puzzlement "What?"
"Nah, it's just..." my sentence trailed off as I thought 'just that you were watching her, so why deny it? What is Bonita caught up in that she's being tailed?'
"Just..." he prompted when I didn't finish the sentence.
"Just, in that case I wanna tell you I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?" I gave my most demure smile an batted my eyes. Then I innocently brushed my shirt where he'd spilled my drink all over it. He was good. He didn't look at Bonita at all as she walked away from his watchful eye, nothing to tip me off he had been watching her. But I saw the hesitation, knew it was killing him to let her out of his sight. But he was good enough not to let it show and answered in a sultry tone.
"But if we use a hotel, you won't get shot by an angry spouse tonight."
I laughed at his quick wit and leaned in against him as he went on, "Let's make some plans for tonight."
"I can hardly wait." I grinned before leaning in for a sudden kiss... It caught him off guard and I remembered what Adriane had taught me, pulling it off perfectly. I broke off the kiss and smiled while beaming up at him. "You got a cell number?" No doubt he'd give me a fake, but he'd want to call the number I gave him. His wallet was in my back pocket after all...
Author
Topic: The Association of Liberal Crime Squads (Read 10195 times)