Gen Knowledge diff 10 for above spoiler






OOC: Awareness Rolls/Streetwise diff 15+

Killroy parked the borrowed car legally next to the curb and made his way through the drizzling rain to the front door.

00:19, Today: Killroy rolled 22 using 1d10+15, rerolling max with rolls of 7.  Awareness/Notice.

00:17, Today: Killroy rolled 19 using 1d10+10, rerolling max with rolls of 9.  Gen Knowledge.

He crossed the small foyer and pushed the call button next to the video screen.

The dark screen flickers to life.

"Yeah, wadda ya want?" barks from the screen from the speakers before an image begins to take shape. Defintly matches the image you have (http://wiki.rpol.net/?id=72735/Caitlin%20Jones). The Face on the screen is wide, even account for the ten pounds or more screens put on you, a pig featured woman with no neck and a large scarlet mark on the left hand side of her face.

"Don' jus' stand there gawpin', wadda ya want?"

"Hello Ms Jones. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions about your ex."

"Ma Ex?" the voice barks from the speakers.

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Human Perception

17:18, Today: Killroy rolled 10 using 1d10+2, rerolling max with rolls of 8.  Human Perception.

The sound of rainfall can be heard as it comes down hard only a few meters from your location.

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Nothing learned with that roll.

"Yes ma'am. Fargo Wells, your ex. I'd like to come in and ask a few questions if you don't mind."

The image on the vid screen begin to dissolve and another image begins to take shape in it's place. A beautiful woman, with a pale golden complexion framed by a mane of tawny curls. The buzz of the door being unlocked can be heard

"Well come on up then." The voice had changed as well as the image, some sophisticated software there.

Roy opened the door and entered the apartment.

Far to professional to actually touch his concealed gun he ran a diagnostic on it through the link as he headed up.

If there was any kindness left in the world this chick hated her ex and would help to track his valuable ass down.

Best case they had made up and said valuable ass was waiting in the apartment for him right now.

The elevator was clean with no visible damage, the low drone of the pully system could be heard as you rode up to her floor.

This attractive woman, Caitlin Jones you presume, lets you into her apartment soon as you arrive at the door before you could even knock upon the door. Soft lights, soft music, and her. This is the good life. How did Wells manage this?

"Drink?" she offers in a soothe and playful voice as she walks across the room to a small table where a decanter of scotch and a pair of glasses.

He entered the room and his eyes automatically scanned both sides for trouble.

"Sure, thanks."

"So...have you seen Fargo lately?"

Caitlin poured the two glasses of scotched before she walked back across the room handing one to Killroy. As she walks around him her hand gently touches along his arm "That scum, haven't seen him in awhile. If you really want to find him, Fast Eddy's or the Garbage Pail is likely where he is hiding. They are both in the Combat zone and they both stink. NObody in their right mind would go there, so that's where he'll be. Never had any class" She walks back over to her couch and sits down "Come have a seat." She pats the seat next to her " Why are you looking for him?"

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Human Perception
Awareness
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 20:15, Tue 25 Jan 2022.