[d20 Modern] Gangs of Texas [PG-17] IC

[KitanaVorr]

Mike Matthew's home
SugarLand
5:00pm


Somehow they made it into Mike's car without being besiged by anyone else, mostly because the press had been confused by the fire alarm. Through the cool weather they drove, stuck in Houston rush hour traffic that lasted all the way to SugarLand.

Past the gates where the guard waved at them until the reached the mansion in the gated community that Mike called home. It wasn't opulent but the perfect home for his father and his odd hobbies.

No one else seemed to be there as they pulled up to the house.

OOC: MIKE, CARLOS

 

[Jemal]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
5:02pm

Mike got out of the car and headed for the house, waiting for Carlos at the front door before unlocking it and heading in.

"You remember what you told me a little while ago, about the bug spray?"

OOC: Carlos.

 

[Velenne]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
5:02pm

Carlos whistles when he sees the house. Hey, maybe one day he'd be living in a place like that. More likely, he'd be buy a place like that for his family to live so they could get out of the Fifth.

"Nice place," he comments as he gets out, still eyeing the place up, "Bug spray, yes. That's all the more important now.

"This is all pretty surreal right now. Last night I went to have dinner with an associate and now I'm at the front door of a rap star's house talking conspiracy theories. My Tia used to call it La Especia de la Vida, The Spice of Life. My idea of spice involves taking the associate and her sister back to my flat and the next few days off of work, not wrestling with goons and getting shot. But I guess you count your blessings."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Mike Matthew's home
SugarLand

The house remained silent until their footsteps echoed on the marble floors. Everything seemed exactly the same, nothing particularly different. Other than the obvious fact that someone must have come in while he was gone and cleaned up the mess - seriously cleaned up everything.

Beds all made, dishes all washed, and his father's hobby room all swept up and cleaned out. That was when Mike remembered that the maid his father hired came in everyday at 3pm to clean the house.

OOC: MIKE, CARLOS

 

[Jemal]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
5:02pm

"F*CK."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Mike Matthew's home
SugarLand

"F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck..."

Mike's curse echoes through the empty house, bouncing off very clean walls. He did remember that the trash didn't get picked up until 7am the next day so any broken glass from the hobby room would be in there. Of course he hasn't really searched the house yet to see what his father kept here.

But he was pretty certain that the house stunk of Windex.

OOC: MIKE, CARLOS

 

[Jemal]

Matthews home,
Sugarland

"Well that kinda screws that plan up..." Mike says, turning to carlos. "Come on, Ig ot somethign to show you.. Course if the cleaning lady hadn't been here there'd be more to show.. Damnit." Mike says, leading Carlos to his dads (Probably now empty) hobby room.

"This room used to hold my dads collection of bugs, but the same day he was shot somebody broke in and trashed it... Didn't touch anything else in the house, just trashed his bug room... THEN I find out about this epidemic thing you been talking about, and Ms Nguyen says my dad was going to give her something.. What I think is someone shot my dad, and trashed his bug collection to cover something up, maybe stop him from giving her proof of it..." Mike says entering the room and turning the light on, hoping that the maid left SOMETHING in the room that might be a clue... he was damn sure the cops wouldn't figure this out on their own.

"What do you think? Tell me that doesn't make sense."

OOC:
Carlos

 

[Velenne]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
5:02pm

Carlos is considerably impressed as they make their way to Mike's Dad's room. For a white rapper, he's sure come a long way from Fifth. The young doctor is left to assume the place came decorated or Mike hired someone with expensive tastes to design it for him. Nevertheless, it's undoubtedly quite a few steps up from his own Flat.

"Uhh..." for the first time in as long as he can remember, Carlos is speechless. Fortunately for his pride, the effect is temporary, "Well I guess we can start with mosquitos. Though I don't know what we're going to do about anything at this point. I've thought about it the entire way here. Those suits back at the hospital -mafia, government, something else, whatever- seemed to have the whole situation locked up.

"It occured to me that the gunman at Fu Kim was gunning for two people. Your dad, who they obviously followed up on here, and me who was sitting next to Amy-er-Dr. Nguyen, who they didn't follow up on but was also making some kind of progress with this virus. I can only assume they botched the hit...if that's what it was.

"Those were gang members who shot at us. It made sense at the time since it was near Fifth, but now I get the feeling there was something bigger going on. I've got an old friend who's still got connections around there. We're having dinner tonight actually, and you're invited, Mike."

Carlos starts going through the room mumbling to himself, "So...he was gonna give a mosquito to a lawyer? One bloodsucker to another eh? Though Jess is probably the cutest bloodsucker I've ever met..."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Matthew's Residence,
SugarLand
6:00pm

After nearly an hour of searching through the nearly room, Carlos' fingers touched something hidden in the back of one of the shelves. Some sort of knot worked into the back of them. During that search, while they talked of sundry things, Mike had mentioned that his dad used to work in construction and was particularly gifted with woodwork. In fact, he had made all the furniture in the house.

Pressing the button popped a cleverly hidden panel from the wall. Inside, Carlos could see a slim blue bottle and a slim notebook.

Mike managed to rifle through his father's desk only to see that his dad's appointment book was still there, placed nicely where he always kept it in the top drawer. There were several receipts from a cafe in the Fifth Ward's French district named "Momma's Jazz". As well as a public relations brochure about the Simtex corporation.

OOC: MIKE, CARLOS

 

[KitanaVorr]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
6:00pm

A few hours worth of hard work on the cars due tommorrow and it was normally time for Malcolm and Lamar to head home but T-Bull's mom had called again to confirm that they were all going to eat over her house tonight...that she was cooking a big feast and to bring their hungry stomaches over when they were ready. Malcolm's mother was already there and T-Bull's mom had called Lamar's parents to let them know.

T-Bull, though, found himself increasingly uneasy as Jessica had not called -- and not arrived. Not that she wasn't particularly forgetful when she was in the midst of something, but tonight made him more nervous.

Meanwhile, Malcolm's mom continued to speak with her son on the phone. "Well, honey, don't forget to go home and get your brother before you come over. He wasn't there when I got home. Jesus, I hope he isn't out again tonight with those friends of his. I got a call from the school again -- he skipped out...I don't know what I'm gonna do about that boy." Her voice sounded broken and he could hear T-Bull's mom pat her soothingly on the back.

OOC: T-BULL, MALCOLM, LAMAR