Re: R & I (Retrieval and Interrogation)
Vonon precedes Walter back out into the main club room, and makes a beeline for a table and chairs -- where he recovers from the back of a chair a short-waisted jacket of maroon suede that is only slightly darker in shade than his maroon trousers. With a practiced twirl, the jacket is on, and Vonon leads Walter to the exit.
Once outside on the sidewalk, Vonon pauses a moment to inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
"Ah! I tell you, Sir Walter, the smell of this air is wonderful." Vonon says, waving his right hand to indicate the city around them, "Where I come from, the air always smells 'canned', y'know? It has a slightly stale scent to it that reminds you that it has been filtered and scrubbed, like, a ba-zillion times. But this ... This smells fresh!"
Vonon visibly shakes himself, "Anyway. To the task at hand."
Vonon steps over to the edge of the sidewalk, places the index fingers of each hand to either side of his muzzle, and produces a loud whistle, followed by a shout of "Taxi!" Then he turns to look over his shoulder at Walter.
"Did I do that right? We don't have anything like taxis back on Cassandra's Belt, it's all automated mass transit. And, it seems I can't pucker my lips the way you Humans can, so I have to use my fingers to warp them the way needed to whistle."
Vonon tries to 'pucker up', but he just hasn't got enough lower lip at the end of his muzzle.
"See?" Vonon turns to look up and down the street, "Where's the taxi? I thought they came right away?"
No taxi shows up immediately, but a limo pulls up, and the driver gets out and comes around and opens the rear door.
"Count Cromwell's compliments," he announces. "You have the services of his limosine for the evening."
Once in the limo, the vehicle transports them first to the Gresham Hotel where Vonon is staying, and then to TAS office for Sharik.
During the ride, Vonon accesses the basic Aid program in his comm to search the business database for an "all night" pick-up and delivery service--24/8 Shipping, call them, and make arrangements for his HEV suit to be picked up from where he has it stored, and then delivered to the Seacraft Marina, "at the submersible pier".
Next he'll call the storage facility and inform them of the transport company that is coming their way, then he'll ask them to go and remove the case that holds his HEV suit -- describing the case exactly -- and hand it over to the movers when they get there. He'll give them whatever ID info they need, and he'll even arrange payment for this extra service (i.e., he'll either pay the extra fee and then add 50 credits for a "tip", or he will outright bribe the guy with 100 Credits to do this, if it's not an actual service they normally provide).
Once at his hotel, Vonon will say he just needs a few minutes to change into "working clothes", then asks Walter if he wants to wait here in the taxi (keeping access to the taxi) or if he'd rather wait in the hotel bar. Either way, Vonon will rush up to his room, swallow a couple of pills to get past the alcohol in his system -- Vonon has had 3 rum-and-cokes and a pint of beer -- if his metabolism is anything like mine (or better) he's not plastered, but he is "under the influence"; he's probably been slightly slurring his words -- I said Slightly! -- for the past several minutes, and his attention is drifting just a little. I wouldn't vouch for his accuracy with a pistol, just now, either.
Anyway. Vonon will come down in about 15 minutes dressed in an old Space Patrol black BDU jumpsuit, tucked into functional looking black "ship boots" (nothing special, like "Space Boots", just boots with "grippy" soles for grabbing metal deckplates in low-G) and one of his old Space Patrol black psuedo-leather jackets. The BDU jumpsuit and the jacket, while he wore them while he was in the Service, they now have had all patches and Cassandra's Belt Space patrol marking removed. His dressage looks more like a military uniform than "work clothes", but it just looks like he's wearing a black "uniform", he actually isn't.
Oh, and of course, even though it looks a little out of place, he's also wearing his wide, heavilly tooled, brown leather belt with a big silver buckle...and a holstered 10mm automatic pistol on his right hip, and Blade (basket-hilted Bowie Knife) sheathed at his left hip. Both these weapons hang on the belt "Garrison Style" (up on the belt, like a Cop, not slung low on the thigh, "Gunfighter Style")
Now he's ready to "back up" Sir Walter.
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:15, Thu 16 Oct 2014.