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

[KitanaVorr]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm


It took half an hour to make it to the Virology lab thanks to the commotion going on around the hospital that forced him to take longer routes out of Ben Taub and across the Medical Center. Some kind of news conference that was going on or whatever.

As he approached the virology lab down in the dank concrete tunnel, he saw a bunch of men wheeling some carts with boxes out of the lab. As the door opened, he could hear Amy yelling something and sounding absolutely furious.

"You can't take that! No! That's weeks of...!"

She was cut off abruptly by a dark suited man who looked like if he could shove her aside and out of his way might actually do that. "Ma'am...you have the papers. Let us do our job," he spoke in a cool monotone as he continued ordering the other men dressed similiarly to gather various things from the lab.

Shashi was standing with the other technicians. When Carlos came in, he glanced at the other man helplessly and then gestured to the chaos that was now the virology lab.

OOC: CARLOS

 

[Keia]

Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

Malcolm doesn't sit down, in fact he takes a couple of steps to the door. "You want our help, that's fine. But I've got a job and a family to look after, so I'm gonna make that phone call. You wanna listen on that call, that's fine by me. But it's getting done."

If something is out there about us and Dogman, then I've got to get momma from the house for a few days and I think T-'s the only one right now that can help with that. Malcolm thought.

 

[Velenne]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm

Carlos has to think fast before he's noticed. He casually reaches into his pocket and begins to press buttons on his PDA. Hopefully, he's set it to Record. It's something he's done countless times before a lecture so he could type the notes up later, but without seeing the buttons, he can only pray he's pressed them in the right sequence.

Suits...I'll bet this isn't the first place they've gone to either. This is all way over my head...what have gotten myself into?

"HEY! What the hell's going on here!? Someone call security!"

 

[KitanaVorr]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm

The black-suited man who had been talking to Amy motioned for Carlos to move out of the way of his men. "Just some precautions, sir. If you would please stand over there with the other technicians," he ordered calmly. "This will all be over in a few minutes."

"Like hell it will!" Amy threw the sheet of paper that was in her hands at his feet. "I don't care where your orders are from. You just can't just come here and take everything away...the CDC doesn't work like this! This is all bullsh#t!"

"Ma'am. I can see that you're upset, but we're only doing our jobs."

OOC: CARLOS

 

[KitanaVorr]

Local Police Precinct
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

"Fine." Barton took a long drag on his cig. "And my call will be an *APB on a little punk that's armed and dangerous, believed to be a murderer. Won't be my fault if there will be a few holes in him when they drag him in here or the morgue. Or maybe I let Dogman do the work for me when he finds out we want your brother as an informant."

He blew out a long stream of smoke from his mouth. "Don't f#ck with me, boy. Now sit yer ass down or get the hell out. Doesn't matter to me if you get yourself or your brother dead cuz you think you got some kind of pride or something living in this sh#thole."

OOC: MALCOLM, LAMAR

*All-Points-Bulletin

 

[Velenne]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm

Carlos walks over and picks up the piece of paper. He'll read the juicy parts aloud for everyone to hear as he heads over to the phone and dials the extension for Security.

"No one else takes anything. PUT THAT DOWN! Let's start seeing some ID's, " he snaps his fingers, " C'mon boys, ID's from all of you. We do this by the book or you can escort yourselves outside. Yes, Security? This is Virology, we've got a situation down here. You've been duped! Vandals are down here looting the place!" *click*

Carlos gets that sinking feeling he used to get in high school when he'd talk back to teachers. Sure, he could run intellectual circles around them, but they had all the authority. And he hated that. All it ever ended up getting him was detention and he was sure no teacher ever lost sleep over it. Only now, detention equated to jail and a long night with some gold-toothed behemoth named Patsy.

 

[Krizzel]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

"So what did you want to see me about? Those two tele-zombies in the other room?" The detective gestured to Misty and Ferris. "I can take them to the station with me."

"Oh, well I can handle the girl - she's a local," T-Bull explained, leaning back in his seat. "That guy though - Jess says she recognizes him as one of the waiters from Fu Kim. Showed up here this morning asking about Lobos," he went on with a frown, reaching to a stand behind him to grab a plastic wrapped parcel. "I think he's been following Jess - and he was carrying this." T-Bull plunked the confiscated pistol down on the table next to Jason.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

Jason frowned slightly, picking up the pistol gingerly and glancing it over. "I'll take this and the guy down to the station and find out more about them both. Following Jess you say?" He grimaced. "There's been too much of that going around lately. I just heard from her an hour ago, looks like she had another run in with Barton again." Uncharacteristically the other man looked angry for a brief moment.

OOC: TBULL

 

[KitanaVorr]

UT-Houston Medical School - Virology Lab
Texas Medical Center
3:00pm

The man in the suit glanced over at Carlos, his hands folded in front of him as he stood both Amy and Carlos down. "Might I ask to see yours ID, sir?" he asked calmly but made no move to show him or anyone else his own ID.

Carlos got to the paper with no problem, and it didn't say anything other that the Virology lab equipment was being confiscated. It was signed by all the highest hospital authorities including the CDC. And it definitely didn't say why.

A moment after Carlos rang up security, the phone starting ringing again where he had called.

OOC: CARLOS

 

[Krizzel]

Johnson's Neighborhood Garage
Fifth Ward
2:30pm

T-Bull grunted. "I'm gonna have to run into that guy some day... Heard he's workin' Fu Kim - what the hell is with that? I thought he was downtown with you?"

"Oh, and before I forget," he went on, grabbing the other plastic parcel from behind him, "took another Tec-9 off a local kid. You haven't heard anything about ten grand, have you? Or insecticide?" T-Bull gave the other man a skeptical but worried look.