SPYCRAFT: Blood Money (Road to Binga)

OOC: I can't move this thread forward until Roman reacts to the soldier. If he hasn't posted by tonight, I'll e-mail him to see what's up.
 
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Roman and the soldier chats for a while. Finally, Roman fish out his wallet and hand out a few bills. The soldier smiles as he accept them and gives Alex a friendly pat on the shoulder. Then they both walk toward the jeep. As they get near the jeep, Roman speaks to the soldier in a tone of voice that is just loud enough to be heard by his team mates.

-''Thanks for showing us the ropes, man. We were going mad looking for girls and... stuff. Our Jeep is a little messy though, I hope you won't have any bad surprise.''

Roman is walking a step behind the soldier. He slowly and silently articulates something to the benefit of his team; HIDE THE WEAPONs!

[OOC: As you can see, I've taken control of Roman for the moment. If I don't hear from hear soon, I'll seek a more permanent solution. I do not intend to run one of the agents as a normal part of campaign!

Gamewise; none of you have read lips AFAIK. But given the circumstances and the fact that Roman is deliberately articulating clearly and slowly, I believe everyone should get the idea immediately.]
 
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Ken lets the rifle drop to the floor of the vehicle. He then uses his heels to slide it back under the seat. As the soldier approaches, Ken grabs his bag of gear and places it under his feet to assist in hiding the weapon. Once the soldier is there, Kennichi leans forward to listen but remains silent.
 

Roman does his best imitation of enthusiasm.

-''Joseph here (nods toward the soldier) is going to show us where we can find women, booze and weed. He's our guide. I told you this would work out. My buddy told me that these were the people to look up if you seek entertainment in Binga! I was timid at firts, even made a lame ass attempt at pretending I wanted to buy milk from the grocery store! But this guy, he knew why we came, didn't you?''

The soldier smiles politely and winks.

-''The' is only one weason fo' white boy ta come 'ound He'e; So what do you want ta begin with?''

[OOC: The clumsy speech of Roman was part of a failed innuendo attempt. Still I think you can fairly easily read between the line and just use common sense.

PS; Is Ghost in the Jeep with you?]
 
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Game Control said:
[OOC: As you can see, I've taken control of Roman for the moment. If I don't hear from hear soon, I'll seek a more permanent solution. I do not intend to run one of the agents as a normal part of campaign!]
[OOC: I'm very, very sorry for the absence. An emergency came up that I was unable and unwilling to avoid. I was going to post to the thread when it came up, but all I could get was that "Boards Closed, go to the temporary one" page. Life! Gaaarrrgh! It gets in the way of fun!! :mad: However, I'm back now. The situation has been completely resolved in a more than satisfactory matter.

Again. I'm very, very sorry for that. Game Control, thanks for emailing me. I've written down and placed your email address in my address book, so if anything happens again (God willing, it won't), I'll be sure and email you direct.]
 

"Huh? What are you talking about? Oh, yeah, I get it now. Uh...." Kareem founders desperately. "Yeah, let's get some booze."
Kareem frowns, and thinks over and over to himself "Shoot first..."
 


The soldier smirks.

-''Booze you say. Me thinking that befo' long you gonna fess up to mo' ea'thly desi'e.''

He gives Kareem an odd look than shrugs and climb on the back of the jeep.

-''Now you follow my indications and I'll lead you to the pa'ty!''

3 minutes later the agents park their jeep 100 feet away from a sleazy looking pub called ''Shaunssa''. It occupies the first floor of an apartment block that is undistinguishable from the others in the area.

-''He'e is booze. And mo'e. Come on.''

[OOC: Roman, glad you're back. Here is what happened; the soldier didn't buy your milk bluff. He is convinced you were looking for vice; girls, booze, gambling and drugs. Once you realized that, I assumed that you went along with it and gave him a bribe so that he'd be your tour guide for the afternoon.

Kareem;
bluff was 7 + 5.
Sense motive 13 + 5; he seems a little suspicious. He seems to doubt you really came here for booze. But that doesn't mean he suspects that you are an undercover agent spying on the barrack!

None of the agents think that the soldier noticed the hidden weapons.

Those who decide to enter, see below.]

The decoration is classy by Binga's standard. The inside contrasts sharply with the outside in this regard. Air is filled with smoke. There is gambling going on and Card games seem most popular. The waitresses are almost naked. The alcohol selection is the most impressive feature of this locale; behind the barmen are roughly 100 brands of liquor with an emphasis on English favorites such as Bourbon.

There are 25 patrons, mostly white male wearing shorts and T-shirts of a light shade.
 
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Hmmm.... Kareem thinks to himself. I could get some information about this godforsaken hell hole that is oppressively hot, get a tour of the barracks, and get a contact. Why is life so hard sometimes?

Kareem strides in the place, glancing to his right and left, holding in his right hand a zipped forest green duffel bag. With his left, he fumbles around in his pocket for a Tic-Tac container, opens it while still inside his pocket, and pops one into his mouth.

"Nice place, dude. Let's get us some uh... stuff. Wanna drink? I'll pay." Kareem will order for himself a Scotch.

Damnit, why is there always CIA stuff? All I do is CIA stuff. I want to do spy stuff! I haven't even shot someone yet, or seduced someone, or anything. How damnably frustrating. Oh well. I smell excitement brewing. Such a seedy establishment is a good backdrop for adventure!

At that thought, Kareem smiles.
 

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