EPIC M&M: Issue 2 (IC)

Calinon said:
"It seems he might need some more convincing to tell us the truth of things, Raisa," Carl says, still tapping the barrel of his gun against his pant leg, glaring at the man.

"I don't think that's necessary... Whisper." She nods her head toward the gun, feeling a little funny calling Carl by the name these ganster guys know him by. Raisa turns her attention back to the goon on the ground. "We've got a good raport going on here, don't we - you know I don't think I got your name. I'll just call you Bob."

She moves her foot from his hand and once again nudges him with the toe of her boot in the ribs, rolling him now onto his back. The sole of her right boot rests on his abdomen with the tip of her heal pressing against his crotch. " So, Bob, are you going to tell me what Tommy G's up to, or are we going to start the discussion on how you become a unich."


Readied Action: If "Bob" tries anything to get away, she will drive her heal into.... well.... you get the idea.
 

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Sanjay grins and rolls his eyes. "Pretty cloak-and-dagger for a divorce settlement. I suppose the Silvas don't know about the clandestine nature of this exchange, but they should be able to confirm your story, yes?"
 

Restaurant
What? Who?

Those are the questions pretty much all of you ask yourselves at once, even Sanjay about 3 seconds after he says their names, when you realize that Tan is referring to the husband and wife as Silvas, while you know them as Raynes.

"I am more than certain they could, if it would not implicate themselves further in the violence that occurred. As it stands however, I am afraid they would not be so forthcoming, leaving it undoubtedly to their word against mine. A horrible situation to find myself in, to be sure," he says with a sad and seemingly genuine sigh.

Raisa
"And this is why women aren't allowed in the mob normally," Carl says with a wince. "I don't know about you, but I'd talk. Last time she did this, I did the only thing I could. I went out into the street and threw up."

The goon pales, and quickly makes his choice.

"Tommy, he switched teams! We all got a load of cash to change too, and dose that didn't, got offed quick like! I aint got a clue who da new boss is! Dat's da truth!"

"But you know where Tommy hangs out, right," Carl states.

"Come on! You're gonna get me killed," the goon whines.
 
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Raisa doesn't say a word. She just crosses her arms over her chest, arches an eyebrow and starts putting more weight on the heel of her boot, turning her ankle and grinding the tip of the stiletto into his groin.
 


Raisa
"He's at his club! On 81st and Morrison!"

Carl checks his datapad again. "That's not too far. Ok, let off his boys, Raisa. Just don't let him crawl off." Carl pulls his phone out and dials a number.

"It's Whisper," he says. "Yeah, looks like Tommy has gone over to someone else and took his territory with him." He pauses as someone on the other end of the conversation speaks. "Alright," he says, and hangs up. He stands there, phone still in hand, tapping his gun barrel on his pant leg for a few minutes, then his phone rings.

"Whisper," he says, the goes into a far more detailed description of what Raisa and he have discovered. "An example? Yeah, I can do that. What about his crew? <pause> Alright boss," he finishes. "And my brother? <pause> I'll talk to you soon then." He slips the phone into his jacket, then reaches down and pulls the goon up to his tip-toes by his shirt, half carrying, half dragging him towards the entrance to the alley.

Once back to the street, you see the car still near the curb, and the other thugs staggering into a nearby seedy pub. "That your hole?" Carl asks the goon he's holding up by the shirt. The goon nods a yes. Carl strides purposefully towards the door. The large bouncer, seeing the goon held onto his tiptoes, and Carl's gun, and then Raisa, looks very unsure what to do.

"Open the door and back off," Carl says to the bouncer, tapping his gun on his pantleg, still holding the goon aloft. The huge bouncer does just that. "Raisa, stay out here and make sure nobody else comes in," Carl says. "And watch him or something," he says feigning concern unconvincingly, nodding at the bouncer.

You get the distinct impression he doesn't want you to come inside. You figure you know why.

Kevin
Detective Mendez steps away from the table to talk to Kevin. "I didn't catch the last bit of the conversation. Damn spotty these earpieces. Did she agree to meet you? And if so, when and where?" He's careful to keep his voice down so Tan cannot hear your conversation, and you can see Tan is indeed trying to do just that.
 

"She said a drink would be nice, and she suggest to contact her tommorow to fix a place to take it."

Kevin leaves the detective and go back with the group. He listens to the interrogation. He whispers to Randall "That smell no good." he touch him and try to mimic his power "I may need that if we get again in trouble."
 

While it is true that some of MY kind do have unusual looks that cause unenlightened people to react with fear and prejudice but threatening a woman's life just because a few children were chasing you seems to be a bit of an over kill. Don't you think Mr. Tan?

Let me remind you that your gang members were in the middle of all that violence, more than likely started it I would wager, randomly firing into a crowd hitting innocent people and a baby. So excuse me for not buying your "I was so afraid bull you seem to be spreading"


Silvas? Hmmm, interesting but we will get back to that in a minute. If this was a simple divorce procedure, where are the lawyers? Why go to all the trouble to involve you when it could have been handled far quicker and more discreetly? Who is your client exactly? I assume that the owners will back up your story about arranging to use this restaraunt? How much did it cost to rent? Why did you not object when your "client" bound and gagged the staff, proceeded to toss them into a walk in freezer and then apperently welded the door shut, leaving them to probably freeze to death. I don't think that was part of the agreement that you made with the owners.

Michelle will try and keep Mr. Tan's attention on her, so he doesn't overhear the conversation between Kevin and the detective.
 
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Mister Tan seems unphased by Michelle's statements.

"Given that several of you were flying, had destroyed large sections of the mall with their powers" he says, gesturing to the collapsed storefront across the hall, "and even, in the case of that young man on the phone, tried to kill a shopkeeper with some sort of giant cannon, it is perfectly reasonable to fear for my life. Fortunately for me, the rash actions I was forced into caused a pause in your obvious hostilities, diffusing the situation and preventing more people from being harmed through your violence.

"Now, what gang are you talking about? I certainly have no gang affiliations, nor do my bodyguards. Is there some proof you have of me being affiliated with some sort of gang or is it simply that I am of the same heritage of the gang members you apparently fought and killed in the food court?" he asks, sounding extremely offended. "Unlike you and yours, I did no damage to any construction, nor caused any loss of life."

"I do not know or care why the Silvas' came to the stage where they could not deal except through me. I was simply hired to provide a mediator, a middle man for the exchange who would set-up the meeting place and transfer," he says, "far more quietly and discreetly than in any court. Had Mr. Silvas not been so duplicitous, things would have proceeded nearly exactly as planned. That is my business; I am a mediator.

"Now, you may ask the owners about the monetary dealing, but without a warrant, little girl, you will not see my corporations financial information. Despite the ill-turn this arrangement has taken, I take pride in my work and keep the financial details of my business transactions private.

"If you had bothered to speak with the employees at any length whatsoever you would already know that the owner is not even present, nor was he when we arrived. If you can find the owners, I am certain they will readily reveal the amount the cash transaction between they and myself so that they can properly pay the income taxes and sales taxes resulting from the transaction," he says smugly.

Kevin
The detective arches an eyebrow suspiciously. "Alright," he says, taking the phone. "We got a trace at least. At least by tomorrow, Empath should be back to lead the rescue attempt."

You both return to the table to catch the last of the conversation

Everyone at the Restaurant
You notice that despite your best efforts, he keeps an eye on Kevin at all times, smiling slightly when the conversation between the detective and Kevin ends.

"Now, unless the dear detective wishes to arrest me, I will be leaving. And I certainly have no interest in speaking further to this insolent girl-child who should know her place far better than she does. Perhaps there are some dishes she could wash in the kitchen, where she cannot be seen," he says, pausing dramatically. "Or heard."

His arrogant smirk as he stares at Michelle practically dares her to attack him.
 

Johan is somewhat out of his element in an interrogation situation. But he realises his memory is his greatest asset and goes through everything that he has seen and heard, trying to look for something he might have dismissed first as unimportant.

OoC: Spending an HP for Inspiration
 

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