It's a good post. I like Richardson, his character's pretty funny.
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@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST- The Dogs of Dijon Street
The Guards at the bank were Order personnel, but their demeanour was bored and non hostile, so just about anyone normal-looking (If you could call anyone post Apocalypse normal) could enter the bank as they pleased.
Once Par was inside the bank, a large and fairly clean building, a greeter, a skeletal Synth wearing a clean suit, approached him.
"Good day to you, honoured sir!" The robot said excitedly. "Welcome to our premises! How might I assist sir?"
SECONDARY QUEST- The Dogs of Dijon Street
The Guards at the bank were Order personnel, but their demeanour was bored and non hostile, so just about anyone normal-looking (If you could call anyone post Apocalypse normal) could enter the bank as they pleased.
Once Par was inside the bank, a large and fairly clean building, a greeter, a skeletal Synth wearing a clean suit, approached him.
"Good day to you, honoured sir!" The robot said excitedly. "Welcome to our premises! How might I assist sir?"
So I can get the old brain box working on a possible PC.
@Simple Unicycle
Becker laughed. "You're a bold little fucker, and no mistake." He signalled one of the guards who stepped forward and slapped Richardson hard across the back of the head. "That's for speaking out of turn." Becker said. "Why do you think we wiped out your team? Because the coordinates you had led to something worth more than their lives, that's why." He paused. "Worth more than your life, too. So find em as quick as you can, and we might-might, mind you- let you live." The Talon commander broke off as the lift pinged. "Who the fuck is that?" He snarled at Karl the copper, who just shook his head as two men, one with a ragged moustache and the unmistakable bearing of a soldier, came down the aisle.
Herr Apfel had been telling Carson all about the refurbishments the city had been considering making to the building. "And you, see, herr Hauptmann, we've been waiting for this kind of investment for years. Why, the facade alone-" He stopped once he caught sight of the group of men. "Mein Gott, what is this now?" Muttered the thin little clerk, heading towards the grey-haired police officer who stood nervously beside the little group.
"Deal with him." Becker hissed at Karl, before stooping over Richardson's shoulder. "Keep your mouth shut, or by God I'll make you suffer." He muttered in his captive's ear.
"Officer Kreuz." Apfel complained. "What is the meaning of this?" Kreuz shrugged. "These men are conducting research on the logistical details of the Shoah for the Tel Aviv University." He said. It was the perfect answer; no German official would raise an issue with that. Apfel nodded hurriedly and wished the men luck. Carson raised an eyebrow; those guys were no more from a university than he was from the Salvation Army. But what the Hell, he thought as Apfel ushered him into one of the aisles, it wasn't his problem.
"All right, Herr Apfel." He said, taking his thoughts back to the task at hand. "I'm looking for as many references as possible for Ferdinand Shorner's summary executions amongst Army Group Courland from August 1944 onwards. I'm trying to build a compelling description of the man, you see." Apfel clapped his hands in delight. "Wunderbar! We shall search, and find, herr Hauptmann."
"What do you mean, you can't send em away?" Becker's fury was evident even as he kept his voice low.
Karl Kreuz shook his head.
"The man has an appointment. If I were to insist he leave, it would raise questions we don't want. Just don't slap Richardson around and Apfel will stay out of the way, he's a spineless little toad."
Becker nodded reluctantly. "Fine." He said at last. He went back to the table where Richardson was sitting, flanked by Talon troopers.
"Listen up, you little weasel." Becker said. "Looks like we've got some company for tonight. Some guy writing a book about the Wehrmacht, for a change. So keep it down."
Carson carried a thick binder full of Army Group Courland's various war logs back to the long central table. Taking an empty chair far from the supposed university group he began perusing the documents. He stole a glance at the group down the table. He could make out the title of one of the documents. "Todt Organization logs for the SS raw materials requirements in the East, 1942-1943." Gripping stuff. He turned back to his war logs.
Becker laughed. "You're a bold little fucker, and no mistake." He signalled one of the guards who stepped forward and slapped Richardson hard across the back of the head. "That's for speaking out of turn." Becker said. "Why do you think we wiped out your team? Because the coordinates you had led to something worth more than their lives, that's why." He paused. "Worth more than your life, too. So find em as quick as you can, and we might-might, mind you- let you live." The Talon commander broke off as the lift pinged. "Who the fuck is that?" He snarled at Karl the copper, who just shook his head as two men, one with a ragged moustache and the unmistakable bearing of a soldier, came down the aisle.
Herr Apfel had been telling Carson all about the refurbishments the city had been considering making to the building. "And you, see, herr Hauptmann, we've been waiting for this kind of investment for years. Why, the facade alone-" He stopped once he caught sight of the group of men. "Mein Gott, what is this now?" Muttered the thin little clerk, heading towards the grey-haired police officer who stood nervously beside the little group.
"Deal with him." Becker hissed at Karl, before stooping over Richardson's shoulder. "Keep your mouth shut, or by God I'll make you suffer." He muttered in his captive's ear.
"Officer Kreuz." Apfel complained. "What is the meaning of this?" Kreuz shrugged. "These men are conducting research on the logistical details of the Shoah for the Tel Aviv University." He said. It was the perfect answer; no German official would raise an issue with that. Apfel nodded hurriedly and wished the men luck. Carson raised an eyebrow; those guys were no more from a university than he was from the Salvation Army. But what the Hell, he thought as Apfel ushered him into one of the aisles, it wasn't his problem.
"All right, Herr Apfel." He said, taking his thoughts back to the task at hand. "I'm looking for as many references as possible for Ferdinand Shorner's summary executions amongst Army Group Courland from August 1944 onwards. I'm trying to build a compelling description of the man, you see." Apfel clapped his hands in delight. "Wunderbar! We shall search, and find, herr Hauptmann."
"What do you mean, you can't send em away?" Becker's fury was evident even as he kept his voice low.
Karl Kreuz shook his head.
"The man has an appointment. If I were to insist he leave, it would raise questions we don't want. Just don't slap Richardson around and Apfel will stay out of the way, he's a spineless little toad."
Becker nodded reluctantly. "Fine." He said at last. He went back to the table where Richardson was sitting, flanked by Talon troopers.
"Listen up, you little weasel." Becker said. "Looks like we've got some company for tonight. Some guy writing a book about the Wehrmacht, for a change. So keep it down."
Carson carried a thick binder full of Army Group Courland's various war logs back to the long central table. Taking an empty chair far from the supposed university group he began perusing the documents. He stole a glance at the group down the table. He could make out the title of one of the documents. "Todt Organization logs for the SS raw materials requirements in the East, 1942-1943." Gripping stuff. He turned back to his war logs.
Yeah.
@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST- The Dogs of Dijon Street
McNulty laughed, a grating sound that tore at the ears."Perhaps you didn't hear my offer the first time." He said. "I need people like you to formulate the plan. And your first task, Rapids, is to scout the bank. I'm too well known around those parts but you? A trader looking for financing or something? They'll be falling over themselves to give you the tour." His eye sensors whirred as he studied Par. "All right? We need whatever you can get. Number of guards, camera, turrets, layout. Whatever you can get."
@Tuxedo Fox
SECONDARY QUEST-A Light in the Darkness
Carson almost swallowed his cigar when Boss burst onto the deck from the hatch. "Good to see you, my friend." He said, deadpan. "Have an interesting trip?" He waved at the lighthouse. "Almost done. Clear out that big bastard, scalp the brave captain, and turn the lights back on."
Carson made his way across the makeshift bridge, stopping beside the lighthouse door. "God only knows where Scarrow is in there." He said to Boss once the man had joined him. "Hartmann is in the basement. I'll want to link up with him first, it will give us an extra gun. Then the only way is up." He pulled Collins' Bloodthirster blade from his pack. "By the way, this might be of some use to you. Saw you broke your machete. And the bastard who tried to spit me with it ate one of your grenades. Only fitting you should get it." He handed Boss the shocksword. "Ready to finish this?" He asked, tossing his cigar butt off the cliff into the gloom.
SECONDARY QUEST- The Dogs of Dijon Street
McNulty laughed, a grating sound that tore at the ears."Perhaps you didn't hear my offer the first time." He said. "I need people like you to formulate the plan. And your first task, Rapids, is to scout the bank. I'm too well known around those parts but you? A trader looking for financing or something? They'll be falling over themselves to give you the tour." His eye sensors whirred as he studied Par. "All right? We need whatever you can get. Number of guards, camera, turrets, layout. Whatever you can get."
@Tuxedo Fox
SECONDARY QUEST-A Light in the Darkness
Carson almost swallowed his cigar when Boss burst onto the deck from the hatch. "Good to see you, my friend." He said, deadpan. "Have an interesting trip?" He waved at the lighthouse. "Almost done. Clear out that big bastard, scalp the brave captain, and turn the lights back on."
Carson made his way across the makeshift bridge, stopping beside the lighthouse door. "God only knows where Scarrow is in there." He said to Boss once the man had joined him. "Hartmann is in the basement. I'll want to link up with him first, it will give us an extra gun. Then the only way is up." He pulled Collins' Bloodthirster blade from his pack. "By the way, this might be of some use to you. Saw you broke your machete. And the bastard who tried to spit me with it ate one of your grenades. Only fitting you should get it." He handed Boss the shocksword. "Ready to finish this?" He asked, tossing his cigar butt off the cliff into the gloom.
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Oh yes, the US psyche is profoundly melodramatic. Take gun control. At the first sign of reasonable laws a certain section of the US EXPLODES! They talk as if one week after the authorities took their guns they would be Living under Russian occupation. Ridiculous!
Can you give us some mor detail on the world? I mean by that the actual planet.
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You worry for America sometimes? We worry about America, and we're across the Atlantic! For every Barack Obama there is a Trump. America doesn't do anything by halves, at least. Either the very best or the very worst.
This is extremely interesting. I'm ready to give it a go.
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