IC - Chapter 2
"We need to go native. Dan-Dan, Shiriki, go steal us some clothes. Something warm, and hurry." She shivers violently.
Seriously?! Shiriki can't help but shoot Chante a look that screams out with how nuts he considers her request. He'd have better luck by himself than with some psycho gymnast coiffeur. Lost to her shivers, Shiriki shakes out his wet pant leg -- he's not in particularly great shape himself -- and lets out a sigh.
Might as well get on with it.
The streets are mostly deserted in McCook, which works to their advantage . . . somewhat. Under normal circumstances, the traffic cams here are probably watched more by paranoid parents with a cheap starter deck than law enforcement, and McCook isn't exactly the kind of place where a lone ATV or two will be unusual on the road, even at this time of night, but the early morning following a UCAS military facility being compromised and firebombed isn't exactly "normal circumstances."
Shiriki holes himself up in a blind spot, and sets up a fly spy to keep an eye on Dan-Dan's six. Aided by cat, the adept makes his way through a thrift store, and then another in short order. More like rat, the little sneak. Looks like he can get in anywhere. All he's missing is a bald, scabby little tail hanging out of his hoop. Shiriki finds himself actively fantasizing about shooting Dan-Dan with his suppressed Alpha as the man exits another thrift store, holding what looks like stripper wear and an even more offensive racist costume, when he finally has to catch himself and face up to their situation.
Dan-Dan didn't leave us out here on our hoop with no friends. Neither did he open the rift in Massacre Canyon. Neither did he choose Massacre Canyon as their escape route to begin with. And if they are going to make it out of this, it's going to be because Shiriki and Dan-Dan do it together.
But he can't be trusted, Shiriki counters to himself, as Dan-Dan slips past another maglock, this one to a recycling centre. There's no helping that, though. Besides, maybe Shiriki is being to hard on the adept. There was some strong mojo going around there, awakening all those old tribal animosities, the same ones that had probably kept Shiriki out of the Wildcats for so long.
Doubtful, the elf reasons, touching the bald spot on his crown. Dan-Dan gives the sign that they should head back, and Shiriki continues to pilot the flying eye behind them, in case any tails should develop. When they get to the rendezvous point, Shiriki sets eyes on the haul for the first time. It's not exactly what he had in mind, but most will be workable. Chante looks disgusted, but the warmth of the coat is enough alone to make the trip worthwhile. And then Shiriki sees that there's nothing in Dan-Dan's bag for him, as if fitting an elf with ancient cyberware is really all that difficult.
"Ahh, frag this," Shiriki says, before taking a closer look at Dan-Dan's scrubs.
"Hey, that might work," he muses. "Let's get to the hospital, Dan-Dan. You head in first, and see about lifting another pair of those scrubs. When it's safe to follow, we'll see about our doc on the night shift."
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 18:05, Tue 16 Jan 2018.