Peter showed up to Rowan's call ready to rock and roll. He thought the call meant that there was a security issue with her vehicle. Once he arrived, he hesitated after hearing what was going on. He scratched his chin. "Wellllll. You could steal it back but that is problematic. You could go in and find out who now claims it and see if you can...negotiate its release...or use persuasion or intimidation to get it back. But if everyone inside is against you, and us, that makes a very tricky situation."

It wasn't his vehicle so he wouldn't tell her how to handle the situation, just give her suggestions. He idly tapped the handle of one of his gun in thought as he looked over things.

In reply to Macon (msg # 67):

Trask looked at Macon and wondered how much he would have to beat him before he saw sense. The guy obliviously has a different idea about right and wrong and what is someone's property and what is not and that grated.

"Well since we are such good friends Macon and Faro seems to be a bit above your level of attention I would be happy to join you in a game of poker."

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In reply to Increase Trask (msg # 73):

"That would be mighty fine.

"Say, you gonna answer that?"

He indicated Trask's borrowed digital tactical radio. It was still beeping for attention, indicating there was incoming radio traffic on the long-range net. He continued to collect his (diminished) pile of chips.

In reply to Macon (msg # 74):

Trask was aware the radio was trying to get his attention, but he never interrupted a hand. Now that they were moving to another table Trask picked up the receiver and spoke. "Trask here, whats up ?"

As he took his seat at the new table radio still in his hand he invited one of the soiled doves who frequented the bar and upstairs to take a seat on his lap as a distraction to his opponent. He waved over the little blonde thing with the large assets he had gotten to know the night before. "Now Jessamine say hello to my very best friend Macon." He filled Macon glass with a hefty measure from the bottle Trask had brought with him and gave Jessamine one as well.

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In reply to Increase Trask (msg # 75):

Schaeffer's voice came over the radio. They were using the CB radio in the technical and the backpack radio in the hotel room as repeaters to boost the signal so he heard it where he sat.

"Trask, Schaeffer. Are you up for helping out? If so, get your suit. Meet us at a biker bar named Sleazy's near the Market in Outer Junkyard."

Trask's power armour was relatively close to where he sat, just in the armoury down the street. But to get there he would need to exit a gate through the wall, a few blocks away, then travel a half mile around the outer wall to the Marketplace.
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As Schaeffer talked on the radio to Trask, Smoker and Rowan noted a biker eying them. The man was middle aged, clean cut, blue jeans, black T-shirt, leather "colours" vest with "SATAN'S RAIDERS" on the back (the bottom rocker read "UTAH"). Armed with a pistol in a belt holster. He ducked into the saloon's swinging doors.

"Anyways, we need to get back to Marketplace. Good luck with your bike, lady!" The security guards turned and began walking back to the Marketplace. The complex was a large warehouse surrounded by a series of smaller buildings, and a barbed wire fence around all of it.

Jane had stayed on alert while the others talked.  She could look and listen at the same time.  "We'd better do something soon.  I do believe that we might have already drawn attention."  She nodded towards the saloon doors where the guy in leathers had disappeared through.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 76):

"Sorry that not going to happen, someone nicked my batteries so I am high and dry when it comes to juice. My suit is not going anywhere."

In reply to Increase Trask (msg # 79):

Macon looked over at Trask as he was dealt in.

"Dry? No you're not. You have the suit powerpack and it has a full charge. You just don't have any spares.

Do you need a lift? I could be persuaded to help y'out with some transportation."

  "Well I say we go talk to some morons. You guys have my back right?"

Rowan smiles sadly, friends back me up please but this is my bike and my responsibility.
Rowan waits briefly to see what the rest say, I am going to ask for the machine back and offer to pay for it

"I'm coming with you, Rowan... unless you want me to slither in first and see what's afoot before you come in," offered Smoker.

 "No Rowan. If they are not an anti-Templar they get their life and should be grateful for it. If they are an anti-Templar then a swift death is more than they granted Aaron so again he should be grateful. Aaron McConnell was a good man and did not deserve what the filth that stole your bike did. My Code requires justice for that I have no choice except in the way that I perform the task." he pauses "I love your rose colored glasses Rowan, but very few will not take advantage of that. No payment he hands over what is not his and that is that."

Peter frowned hard and looked over at Jason. "Such burning desire for violence and vengeance does you no credit, Jason. I know you are likely angry over Simon's death, but we do not even know if the person who has the bike is an Anti-Templar or someone who legitimately bought the bike from the thief or something else entirely. You need to stay calm and let Rowan handle her business....unless the person turns out to be an Anti-Templar, or they start a fight with her, or she asks for our help. Her bike, her call. Or go back to the hotel if you like." His voice was concerned and a bit worried about Jason, but there was steel in it as well.
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Rowan "thank you friend, unless Jason has changed allegiance Peter I think you will find his oaths are to Texas the lone star state"Okay lets see how this wants to curl out shall we?
Rowan wait a few minutes then starts to walk towards the door

  "Actually they aren't any more. My oaths are to justice. The scum who stole the bike rode with Modeen. That is enough to condemn him to most Templars. He likely killed or participated in the killing of Aaron McConnell second only to Simon. He is now a Saint. If one of them recognizes me as the Killer of Modeen and does something unwise. I will kill him. Accept that by attacking me they admit guilt or at least complicity in Aaron's death. I take no pleasure in killing. I was and still consider myself a Texas Ranger. Justice was the goal. Safety was the means. One riot, One Ranger was the method." Jason pauses and says as if it settles the matter "I am sorry Peter if this offends you, but I am very much like a Cheyenne Dog Soldier of old. Once I smell blood it takes an army to make me back down. The only difference is I can listen to reason. I hope you are right and it is an innocent. Paying for her property sits ill with me."
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In reply to Macon (msg # 80):

"That really doesn't sound like you Macon are you looking to join the fight ? Whats the catch ?"

Smoker didn't say anything, he just headed for the bar and went in.

Peter's eyes flashed in surprise and anger at Jason's words, more towards the end of the speech. His face reddened a bit as he spoke more loudly than he'd intended, "YOU-!" He clamped his lips shut and closed his eyes as he turned his face away for a moment.

"Offends. Yes. That IS the proper word for it." He took in several deep breaths to calm himself, and you could almost see the anger physically being pushed away.

His voice held steel and warning when he spoke again, despite his steady-looking stance. "Never throw Old Wayers shit my way again, Jason. One and only warning."

He let out a breath and forced himself to relax. "You have made it clear you are going to do whatever the fuck you want and use your oaths and saints and 'values' to justify it. Go fuck up Rowan's handling of the situation with your so-called high-mindedness." He turned his back on Jason, facing towards Junkyard, but stayed where he was so he could see the bar out of the corner of his eye.
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Jane blinked.  She wasn't surprised by Peter's response.  That made sense.  Jason's on the other hand wasn't expected.  Everybody had to figure out their own destiny.  She certainly knew that.  It had taken her a long time to contemplate leaving.  There does come a time, however, when you have had your fill of taking orders or turning your head so you don't see what is happening.

Jane wondered if she would think that some time about her current group.  For now, though, she would stay with Peter and help protect his back.  She took up a position by him but positioning herself where she could cover some of the area he couldn't see.  You didn't stay outside by yourself when your team went in to collect.  You needed people on the outside also to make sure that reinforcements might stay outside.

"Now you listen here snot nose. Your right I am high-minded because I expect people to fail. I failed the other day and a great man paid the price for both of our failures. If you have a problem with your heritage take it up with yourself. I may not agree with their choices, but I at least respect your forefathers choice. Fuck the Old Ways for all I care. Fact is the Dog Soldiers were good soldiers and good people for the most part. You Peter could do worse than to learn from your heritage. Take what is good and valuable to you and screw the rest. I have your back whether you like me or not right now. I care less kid. I know decent folk when I see them just like with the boy turned trog I had a hunch. Paid off didn't it. My hunch is this shit turned south that the biker walked into the building and we are walking into a shit storm. Now you can belly ache about the past or learn from it. I was fighting the Reckoned when most were shopping at S-Mart. If I ruin Rowan''s deal then guess what it was blown when they go found. So saddle up and lock and load or go fly a kite. Fact is I consider you all friends and if you want to get bent out of shape for an example you got a lot of guilt over something to do with it." Jason has his hand in his pockets to prevent any misunderstandings. As Peter starts to react Jason simply stares at him as he continues

"Cost ya twenty dollars in ammo or Widgets. I can call my men right now, they'll be ready by the time we get there."

He made a face and discarded his hand. "Make that forty dollars."

Schaeffer faded back towards the Market, talking into his radio.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 89):

While some of the Posse worked through their feelings outside, Smoker disappeared inside the bar.

Inside the bar, Smoker observed about twenty bikers and a few staff. About half wore gang colours, the other half seemed to simply be riders, albeit rough-looking. The group belonging to "SATAN'S RAIDERS" seemed to be agitated and pulling out firearms. Revolvers, semi-automatics, shotguns and SMGs. Everyone had several knives and many had machetes. Dress was typical biker: blue jeans, boots, black T-shirt, with leather or denim vests with gang colours. Some wore bandannas, hair was surprisingly short (and some were shaved) but most beards, when worn, were long. A couple had pot bellies but for the most part even the older ones seemed to be lean and wind-blown.

Meanwhile Smoker goes into the bar.