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Post by Scrapper on Dec 12, 2010 21:34:26 GMT -5
Breakaway would turn around to see about fifty laser tommy-guns pointed in their direction, all of the casino guards had their weapons trained on them. Walking directly towards them down the aisle, was a large, gorilla-like, bespectacled, purple alien. He wore a dark black business suit and a brimmed hat. Jutting out of his back were tiny, minuscule wings that would certainly not be able t ocarry him anywhere.
He too was carrying a laser tommy-gun, and went around pointing it in Scrapper and Breakaway's direction, saying, "So, you two are da one's posin' as da Amphibioso bruddas, eh?" he asked.
"Well, ya see..." Scrapper began, only to be interrupted by the purple. bespectacled, winged ape-man's laughter.
"Ugaugauga," the large alien guffawed as the guard robots behind him merely shrugged at each other and did the same. "Dat's a real funny trick ta try pullin' in here, ya knuckleheads. So, how did ya come across da Amphibioso bruddas passcards? Did you rub 'em out, yourself?"
"Uh, nothin' like dat," Scrapper explained, holding up his bag. "I was kinda given da passcards in dis bag by dis frog-guy. He just handed it to me an' hopped away."
"Yeah, dat sounds like an Amphibioso ta me," the purple alien grunted. "How's about you twos come wit' me to da boss's office? I'm sure he'd like ta have a word wit ya."
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 12, 2010 22:15:34 GMT -5
"Well, you caught us," Breakaway admits. "So does your boss want the 'talking' kind of word with us or the 'breaking our arms' kind? Because I'm not cool with the second. Any chance we can just hand over the passes, pay for our drinks and leave quietly?" he asks.
If this turns into a firefight, he can honestly tell the brass he tried to negotiate first.
//How exactly did you get that bag, Scrapper?// he transmits.
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Post by Scrapper on Dec 12, 2010 22:22:06 GMT -5
"Easy, easy," the purple alien assures. "Look, all I'm sayin' is dat our boss would really wanna talk to yous twos, understand. Just a...friendly conversation about how you two came upon dat bag."
//Well, like I said, I was just takin' a walk when dis frog-guy walks up ta me and hands me dis bag. Dunno why. Den he says it's got everyting I need in it an' he just hopped off an' left.// Scrapper explains.
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 13, 2010 21:05:12 GMT -5
Breakaway pushes himself off the barstool and makes to follow the security guards. "Alright, fine. We'll cooperate," he says, looking over at Scrapper, arms hanging loose by his sides. "Are the guns really necessary?"
//So someone literally left you holding the bag?//
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Post by Scrapper on Dec 13, 2010 23:57:55 GMT -5
"Just call it a, uh, counter measure, capiche?" the purple-flying-ape like man, said, turning around and starting to walk towards the bosses room. "Now, follow me."
//Yeah, pretty much.//
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 14, 2010 20:29:01 GMT -5
"Right. Gotta have countermeasures," Breakaway agrees, eying the firearms as he falls into step behind the casino's security contingent. He's got compartments full of countermeasures in his alt-mode, and he'll be more than happy to give the purple ape guy and his robot buddies a face full of chaff and flares if they start something.
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Post by Scrapper on Dec 16, 2010 16:59:19 GMT -5
So, the purple ape ked them first through a doorway, then up several flights of the stairs until they reached the top floor of the casino. Directly in front of them was large door, with a golden plaqure in it's center, reading, "P. Salamanderelli."
"Guess dis is da boss's office," Scrapper stated.
"You gottit, pal," the ape man nodded. "Now, in ya go," he said, as the guards nudged the two of them lightly into towards the office as another opened the door.
When the door opened, the two would find a giant, red, lean lizard-like creature, puffing on a cigar. Eying the two with cold green eyes and slits for pupil's he said, "Welcome, welcome, you twos. Make yourselves welcome here, eh? Siddown."
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 17, 2010 18:33:07 GMT -5
Breakaway takes in Salamanderelli's office as he enters, scanning the room with a practiced eye and nodding to the smoking reptile.
"I'll stand if it's all the same to you," he responds politely.
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Post by Scrapper on Dec 18, 2010 21:18:16 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, me too," Scrapper added, slightly nervous following Breakaway's lead.
The lizard eyed the two for a moment before shrugging and saying, "Alright, den. I know you ain't the Amphibioso bruddas, I've seen 'em. An' from what I heard, one of dem gave you dere passes. Dis is verrrrry interestin' to me. Very interestin'. 'Cause dose Amphibioso bruddas, dey stole somethin' very valuable from me recently. Extraordinary valuable. Somethin' that holds a lotta power here in Pz'Zazz believe you me."
"See, I figure dat when dey gave dere passes to you, dey were hopin' you'd pull a stunt like you did and waltz in here,"Salamanderelli smiled. "Dey, probably figured out I place trackers in all of my customer's casino cars. Some might call dat paranoid, but I just call it bein'...extra careful. But, my casino cards ain't da only tings I keep tabs on. I also placed a tracker in dis special item of mine. Da only ting is...dey hid it in a pretty dangerous place. Someplace none 'o my rusty 'ol tin cans can make it through. But you two, I like how you two just walked in here, proclaimin' dat you're da Amphibioso bruddas."
"So, uh, whaddyou sayin'?" Scrapper asked.
"I'm askin' you two ta look for dis special item for me," Salamanderelli grinned deviously. "Of course you'll be rewarded."
"With oil?" Scrapper asks.
"Eh, sure," Salamanderelli shrugged.
"Hmmm," Scrapper mused, while he could some oil outta this gig it sounds like it could be pretty dangerous. Plus Perceptor could make a better can of oil than this place any day, back at Event Horizon, where he'd be safe and free of peril. But...oil was oil after all. "Say, Breaky, whaddyou tink?"
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 18, 2010 23:33:07 GMT -5
Breakaway's optics crinkle in a frown. "You want us to do your dangerous, mostly unspecified dirty work for you? You're going to have to go into a bit more detail, and we're going to need to be paid in shanix."
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