Mental Bloc - IC

"Forgotten the name, heck no. But at the same time I had no way a' knowin' that you were Perdue since I've never seen you before." Lex says plainly. "As for the beer, I'm not too thirsty just yet. I expect to be doing more listening than talking here, so why don't you go ahead and tell me what these more important things to worry about are."
 

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Reed looks around him, looking to see if there is anyone else hanging around or watching him. He also uses detect psionics and searches for any odd auras. As a matter of habit, he checks his pockets to make certain he has all of his weapons on him (he would do this regularly) and he moves to a less observable position somewhat nearer to his car, ideally where there is possible cover. He will do his best to sit or rest as inconspicuously as he can near it. If Howard doesn't call or show up in annother few minutes, Reed will drive past Howard's apartment, aware that someone else could be listening in on a cell-phone call.
 

Reed

It's been long enough that you're ready to check his apartment. His car is in a space out front.

Lex

"Right to the point. Good," says Perdue. "You obviously can tell that a man with your talents is wasted in prison. On the outside, though, there's no limit to how high an ambitious man might climb. It's all a question of what you're willing to sacrifice to achieve your goals."

The other men start to eat the bread and antipasto that has been brought to your table.
 

Reed will park and check to see if there any cars parked without a permit. He will look through the windows of these to see if there is anything suspicious in any of them. If he finds nothing, he will ring the buzzer to see if he gets an answer.
 

Ash looks at her phone in annoyance, and a chill runs down her hackles.

Jesus, they know I'm here.

No. No way. First, that wasn't how they worked...whoever the hell they were. If they knew this cell, knew enough to name her on it, they'd know where she was, and she'd be lighting the restaurant up while dodging bullets and worse...and maybe getting dead this time.

So who the hell?

Screw it. Mission abort. I'll get some cash somewhere else. This stinks.

Ash gets to her feet and starts towards the door when she sees the guy being 'escorted' off to a shady corner by two thugs.

He needed her help? Was that the guy?

Not that she was seriously considering going up against two monsters like that for some stranger...but now her curiosity was rumbling, like an old engine too long in the garage. She paused near the door, watching to see what happened, despite all her instincts insisting she flee.
 

Reed

Nothing looks out of place in front of the building. Everything is as it should be, but your intuition says otherwise. You ring the buzzer, but no one answers. This is not a high-security apartment block; you can enter the vestibule and take the elevator to his floor without a key.

Ash

Your cel vibrates again with another message.

Don't turn your back on a kindred soul, Ash. There are far too few of us to begin with.


There is a "reply" function to the message service.
 

"Somehow Mr. Perdue, this isn't quite the speech I was expecting to hear. I was expecting more of a 'service for your country and good deeds and honor' kinda thing with fireworks and apple pie. As for my ambitions and goals, well getting out of prison has pretty much satisfied both of those for now. As for 'what I'd be willing to sacrifice', well now thats a very loaded question now isn't it. Reminds me of the Whamphyri in some books I was reading on the inside. Masters of doublespeak, riddles, and shady deals that rarely went anyone's way but their own." Lex says with a grin of rememberance.

"So if I'm sacrificing to fulfill my ambitions, what kind of sacrifice are we talking and what kinda payout, chummer?"
 

Reed will return to the trunk of his car to get a ski-mask and sunglasses, which he will pocket. (OOC: it is a reasonable assumption he has a ski mask and sunglasses, what with the gun annd glowing eyes and all, right?) In the elevator, he will put on the mask, being carefull to hide his hair completely. He will keep his taser in hand-which is in his sleeve-andready to use. He also makes certain that his revolver is within reach. (I will ready a taser attack on any armed person standing outside the elevator doors)
 

Lex

Perdue lights a cigarette with a chuckle. "Well you've obviously made some poor decisions in the recent past. I'd like to know if that's made you timid. If you're not even going to eat with us, or you think a glass of beer will get the better of you, maybe you're not what I expected.

"But this much is true: you have a treasure locked up in that thick head of yours. My God, it might be the case that you don't even understand that. So if you intend to remain on the outside, you may want use that part of you with a bit more tact. The people I represent haven't completely made up their mind about your ultimate disposition."


The cigarette is quite strong. Maybe a filterless Camel or something; you're having trouble focusing through the smoke to see this guy's face.

Reed

The hallway is deserted; most of the renters are at work. Howard's door is clearly unlocked, and open a couple inches. There are no sounds coming from within the apartment.
 

The hell with this.

Reed puts away the taser and draws and unsafetys his revolver. He heavily pushes the door open, taking care to stay behind the doorframe. If there is no immediate response, Reed takes a quick glance before letting his head bounce back behind the frame. He then manifests detect psionics.
 
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