Rene' replies
I saw you were interested in the crates, and considering how all of us were nearly in a fight over alco-ol, I thought I would raise a possible solution to the financial disagreement.  And if we were going to continue with that line of discussion, I thought it would be good for everyone to understand the potential reward for any risk undertaken.

Overhearing a little of the hushed conversation, Amelia remarked in equally quiet tones, "Gentlemen, if you have an eye to 'imports', may I suggest that we take our precious aeroplane out of here first, then find a small unattended boat along the lake that we can borrow to shuttle a crate or two later tonight. Unless, of course, you're intending to buy the stuff - assuming it's even for sale..."

Rene nods
That is a wise suggestion

Harvey oversees the completion of fueling and looks to the group.

That will be $24 please

Charlie raises his eyebrows at the price, then slowly turns to the others with a sheepish "I haven't got that kind of money" look

   Si watches    Ian, if he didn't already pay for it or needs  a few  dollars  he   will  walk to the Pontoons,  reach into his  thick,Cavalry style ,pants pocket. and peel off   what Ian needs,..I get this  back...eh?

   Waving everyone  to get in the  Plane he  Grumbles   about  bonus money...as he casts the  Tie off. He nods to the fuel guys,..maybe we see you again, eh? about or week from now, when we bring back  out  fishing guide...

    he will stay on the  Float   until Ian gets   the  plane Moving  and he'll  hop  in, slamming the   Door. he'll point to the starboard side,everyone  who is able, look out the starboard  windows.. if you  see  some one raising  a weapon, get  down on the floor, and away from the  hull...

  when we get  out of  Gun Range... I'll tell you about the Phone call....

Charlie offers an arm to Sparks and then anyone else who wants it, to help them keep their balance stepping into the plane.

Harvey  looks at Wharfman #2 who is counting the money.  His face turns annoyed as he reaches over and snatches the clam shells from his hands.

Gimme That !

OOC
Alright folks, everyone is aboard.  Feel free to talk and just let me know where you are headed.

Iain enters the plane, and prepares for takeoff as quickly as possible...


Iain nods at Si.

"Life was simpler when we only had to worry about pine trees sticking through the wings..."

Then he glances back at their newest passenger.

"You haven't been to that fishing hole in awhile, my friend.  Are you sure enough that the fishing is still good?"

The plane lifts off without incident.  There seems to be a collective exhale by the group.

The African stranger brought on board points to Silver Lake, near Union Falls, on the map.

   Si     moves  towards  the Nose,  so he   can stand  By the cockpit and  Tall loud  enough for  all to hear ( shout even).

  ..I  came back to talk to this fellow,  because he remined  me of LAst time I was In New Orleans...... I hinted about the Peak easy..if they needed  stock.... And he warned  me we were in a very bad  Place.. and  asked to take him with us....

 he nods to the African.


 ..the Phone call... I answered on the Docks... was  from ou  friends  Up river.. they  said they were calling the local LAw.... and that if they saw  us.. kill us all, and Burn the Plane... They had the  plane described to a T... to the writing on the side....

 Then he adds,..for my part?.. I would have liked to  drop a lantern or a Match on that dock and send them all to  the 9 hells.. but there  are  more people here then just me to worry about.... Those  folks.. aren't good.... They  aren't just  trying to have a good time.. they  are trying to make money, and Kill anyone who gets in the way...

 Turning to  the African,..now?  what say you  tell us who you are.. for starters.. I'm Si... That's  Ian....That's Cahrile.. That's  Amelia.. Mickey... Rene.. and  drops his  hand   as he steadies himself  with the other hand on the  ceiling.

Amelia smiled at the newcomer. "What's your name, friend? And what's all this about fishing?"

Back on the dock. Mickey looks at the woman standing before him with barely hidden contempt. She had done two things to offend him. The first, she is a woman addressing men who hadn't given permission to speak to them. Second, she is a woman, who's place is not mettling in a man's business, but taking care of a house and a man's children. He watches as the lousyliz turns and heads to the plane. He knows the others tolerate this tramp, but Mickey has no tolerance her kind. As he walks to the plane, he puts his hand in his where the rosary is and asks God for guidance.
OOC: Attempts to hide his distain from Amelia with deception. 1d10+8=16


On the plane. Mickey listens to the others talk while looking over his disabled Thompson. He's also planning how he's going to get those crates lifted from the dock.

When Si addresses Mickey in the introduction to the new person on board, the African, he nods an acknowledgement towards the dark-skinned man and watches him intently. The others seem to have all the questions covered, but Mickey didn't notice anyone check the guy for weapons or any serious credentials. They just let him hop on the plane because he knew of a spot that the law wouldn't find them.

OOC: Awareness check: 1d10+12=21
     Sense motive check: 1d10+8=12
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Charlie gives the newcomer a wave and a nod.

  Darkshadow    looked over the folks,  as was a habit, he   pushed the Brim of his  hat up a bit.

  Ian  Moved in the direction  the African mentioned on the Charts, we're a   Motly Bunch, and that's  no lie... But    Ian's  the Man.. its his n plane..  Amelia , Renee.. they paid thier  way.... and Me  and  Charlie, well, we've  been around each other   for a more the one stampede.. bet hooked Up  with Ian,  as Muscle  and  such...

 He nods  to Doc  and Mickey,..an;..no one  else here threaten to kil us , or  steal our  Money..'cept them folks on the other  end of that phone line... So.. I'm thinkin'  we'll  Listen to this  fellow.. he could let us  die... could have even  turned us in?.. But he didn't..so we'll give him a big bunch of thanks, a free ride, an' he can go  from there...

The African man folds his arms together, his hands under his armpits.  The thick black wool turtleneck now shielding his hands from the cold.  He looks up from under his greek fishermans hat and responds to questions about him in his deep voice and strange accent.

I am Munro Kru from Liberia.  I have spent most of my life making a living on the water, the Moa River where I grew up, the Atlantic, the Mediterranean.  Some fishing, some trading, and some..................... well, in the line of business you folks engage in.

Three years ago I signed on as Pilot aboard the Damersham, Registered in Bermuda to Atlas Shipping Co.  We picked up a load of booze in Plymouth, England and took it to New Brunswick, then down Lake Champlain to Burlington.  I made a few runs with the crew and ship.  It was good, but eventually turned ugly. You could get killed for innocent mistakes, a bad remark or any hint of disloyalty.

Mr Renfeld runs the entire show, supplies all the major gangs in New York.  The booze is held in Burlington and shipped across to New York.  I've been quietly working for 3 years there, staying quiet and wondering what I was doing.

When you showed up.  I made a quick decision.  I'd wanted out for a long time.  I knew if I didn't say something to him (Si) he would try to trade booze and you'd all be dead.  I have enough ghosts on my back, I don't want more.

  Si leans  up against the  hull Keeping the one hand on the ceiling.well.. the Guy at the end of the phone  dodn't  want , none of us  breathing..., be nice to torch that  wharf.. all those  crates of Booze... make alot of   folks unhappy.. get a measure of revenge for stiffing us  on out money..

OOC
Amelia isn't buying it.  She see's the disdain on Mickey's face, but she's not sure what it's about.

Also Mickey, check the rules again.  I have you with a total of 24 with your Empathy and Moxie.  We are all new to the Rule Set.  So look if over and tell me what you think.

Rene' reaches behind Si, pulls an object from the wall with metallic spring twang.  Then hands it to Si.

It's the planes flare gun.


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The man seems very honest to Mickey, and he feels happy they were able to help him, Mickey knows what it's like to be in a bad situation and needing help.

  Si grins when he see the  weapon...  alright  folks..... we are at a cross  roads  Here.....  We Get  Ian  to swing   back  around.. fire this flare Gun, and  alot of bastards lose alot of Money.. that  even's the  deck for what they didn't pay us, and  trying to kill us...Twice... only , they didn't know they were supposed to Kill us the second time.. You can damn well be they would have.

 ..but... there  will be  alot of  folks  after us, if they  the right people survive...but .. we also have to keep in mind..there are aot of people who want us  dead   right now...

 ..so? what do you all think...one shot.. lots of money goes up in flames..  and a few bad guys....or  we go on our merry way.. let the continue to  cause terror...

Rene' speaks up, in his own matter of fact way

Speaking of money, and how we have a disagreement and shortage of paying for alco-ol.  An immediate, short term reduction of 75% of the Alco-ol supply in the Northeast would like result in prices quadrupling in the week.  Depending on the amount of stockpiles destroyed.  We could see prices peak out at 20 times original value in 3-4 weeks.

By destroying the Alco-ol reserves on the dock, we would create our own market shortage we could then exploit.  Further more, we could invest in more Alco-ol in the next 24hrs to increase our claim to the market.

   Si  turns the  vary pistol over     and over in his  hand, and Looks at the   cartridge...that is  for you guys to know.. we won't get this chance  again...we were set  up to  die, but a scum ball trying to  get some money....with once shot, we  can destroy alot of that.. if  we Get low   enough, I  can help cause some distrust as well...

Amelia spoke up again. "I can only repeat my earlier suggestion, gentlemen. If we blow up the jetty from the air, any survivors will know it's us, and we'll be a lot more wanted than we are now. At present, we're only wanted for the price of a crate of booze. Gangsters will probably forget that in a month or two, with more important business to attend to. Destroy their stockpile and they'll never rest until they finish us.

"However, if we sneak back in a boat, take a whole lot more alcohol to sell, and then torch the place, they won't know who is responsible - they may even blame a rival. If an alcohol war starts, that might drive the price up even higher."

 from what Doc  says?, and the amount of folks that tried to shoot us.. this is more then about a couple cases of   booze..and?  they know, everyone in this plane knows...

 ..for my part..I'm not  fond  of folks  chasing me for no damn reason.. Blowing up that wharf.. well... that will make me happy... But this  ain't just me.. its us.. so , Lets  have a  Full count.... we keep  flying.. we still get chased, we send  that wharf  to hell , we still get chased, but have more fun..