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<blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 5731929" data-attributes="member: 15640">Outside the warehouse:There are a few hiding places from where the entrance to the warehouse could be observed unnoticed, and there are quite a lot of places from where the entrance are watched openly. Any of the prostitutes or pimps lounging about could be in the pay of Zylthar, and most probably will be. Kestrell notices a two armed bruisers, who act as some sort of guard. They wear their shotguns semi-openly. There appears to be no other security.&nbsp; The back of the warehouse is more deserted. Two more gangers hang around, one of them smoking a Lho-stick and bitching about standing in the cold.At the requisitioning office.The clerk is unsure how to react at the babbling colorful figure in front of him. A shade of crimson appears at the neck and slowly begins it’s conquest of the facial regions.“Euhm, well, ah. Here’s what you ordered, miss.”He nervously takes two packages stamped with the cogwheel-skull of the techno-priest and carefully puts them on the counter. One of them is marked with the rune marking explosive danger.“Sign here please.” he remarks, then quickly and quietly ads: “Do you happen to have some time off for a drink tomorrow evening?”[sblock=ooc] whenever you lot want to do something that you think you might have to roll for just add a dice roll. I'll need some sort of plan at the alley to move this on a bit.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DrZombie, post: 5731929, member: 15640"] Outside the warehouse: There are a few hiding places from where the entrance to the warehouse could be observed unnoticed, and there are quite a lot of places from where the entrance are watched openly. Any of the prostitutes or pimps lounging about could be in the pay of Zylthar, and most probably will be. Kestrell notices a two armed bruisers, who act as some sort of guard. They wear their shotguns semi-openly. There appears to be no other security. The back of the warehouse is more deserted. Two more gangers hang around, one of them smoking a Lho-stick and bitching about standing in the cold. At the requisitioning office. The clerk is unsure how to react at the babbling colorful figure in front of him. A shade of crimson appears at the neck and slowly begins it’s conquest of the facial regions. “Euhm, well, ah. Here’s what you ordered, miss.” He nervously takes two packages stamped with the cogwheel-skull of the techno-priest and carefully puts them on the counter. One of them is marked with the rune marking explosive danger. “Sign here please.” he remarks, then quickly and quietly ads: “Do you happen to have some time off for a drink tomorrow evening?” [sblock=ooc] whenever you lot want to do something that you think you might have to roll for just add a dice roll. I'll need some sort of plan at the alley to move this on a bit.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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