Turing Point PbP (Closed Game)

[Meekohi]

My jaw drops open for a moment, then I take a glance around the street. What the hell is going on here? I'm left sort of speechless, I've got to hear this guy's story now, although I'm betting he's brought a truckload more trouble than I'd guessed just from looking at him.

I glance at the unlocked briefcase he's left on the counter, This guy is freaking me out a bit don't you guys think? I wonder what he's got in there.

John only:
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If I can overhear any of the guys conversation let me know. I am very tempted to peek in his briefcase, let me know if he gets really far away or heads behind something.
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[jessica walker]

Riko, if you're thinkin what I think you're thinkin, you might wanna stop thinkin it. Guy looks rich and desperate and a little batsh-t, ok? You see how careful he was to hide the combo?

I'm not tryin to piss off Riko, so I fill her water up and am careful not to look like I'm gettin between her and the case. Don't wanna look all preachy and pushy like I'm her dad or somethin.

And anyways we don't know he didn't kill the poor bitch himself.

 

[Meekohi]

I wink at Grandbanks, Nah I'm no crazy. I was just wondering if one of you two were.

John only:
[sblock]Nevermind about peeking in the case. Just eavesdropping a little if he's still close[/sblock]

 

[IceHatchling]

I shake my head and almost laugh.. Not me, and not today. But I'm with you on the freaked-out. Grandbanks is right about how careful the bastard was with the combo - then he up and walks off for "something urgent?" Ten to one he's just waiting for an excuse to knock off somebody and it might as well be someone here. Ok, maybe not that nuts, but why the hell did he walk off leaving his sh-t laying out unlocked like that? I carefully look in the direction he walked off toward, trying not to stare, and see if he's even watching.

 

[johndaw16]

The man is mumbling to himself, cursing at the Communique. If its urgent it sure ain't good. He's walked almost clear across the street by now and is hardly paying attention to his surroundings. On a Corr street he'd stand out like a sore thumb, but on the Stilts he fits right in with the morning bustle.

OOC stuff...[sblock]Riko he's only keying stuff on the Communique, and cussing. So all you here is a bunch of colorful expletives. Daniel he seems to have lost any real interest in his surroundings and hasn't looked your way since he got up. The street is at tops 25 ft. wide and he's opposite the shop; so...he's about 20' away behind your backs. His back is to Eddie's. Also there are maybe a half dozen other people now awake within shouting distance along the street.[/sblock]

His call is over in less than a minute. He tucks the Communique away again, composing himself for a minute. He lights another Lucky Strike. He reaches around his back and pats a rather large suspicious bulge beneath his shirt tails and then walks briskly away down an alley opposite Eddie's.

 

[Meekohi]

I gawk a little as Mr. Crazy walks with purpose straight out of view. Guys... I'm not sure he's coming back I unceremoniously scoot down to sit in the stranger's barstool and open the briefcase enough so I can see what is in it without showing it off to everyone on the street. In my gut I feel like this guy just intentionally passed this off to me. He isn't the type to make a mistake.

John only:
[sblock] Is the locking mechanism setup in such a way that I can relock it and know what the combination is? If so, then I might want to reserve the right to slam it shut before anyone takes a peek depending on what is inside...[/sblock]

 

[johndaw16]

The contents of the suspicious briefcase...[sblock]The briefcase is packed to the gills. The top half of the case is neatly packed with pressure sealed stacks of 100's. The bottom half of the case holds a mix of items. There's one large sack of flake, Peruvian by looks, top notch sh-t. A pair of BACA issue recoiless pistols, a dozen or so clips of ammunition, and a pair of shoulder holsters have been tossed on top of the drugs. The rest of the space is taken up by a ragged collection of notes, pictures, wallet, and a digital video camera.

The locking mechanism is based of the owner's fingerprint signature, relocking it and then opening it again would be almost impossible without some sort of heavy duty industrial cutter. This is not an easy briefcase to break into.[/sblock]

 

[IceHatchling]

I glance back and forth several times between the now-open briefcase and the increasingly chaotic street. F-ck, Daniel, that wasn't obvious. I risk another glance to see if anyone from the street noticed me watching the dirty guy's retreat. Sh-t, well I guess he had all the boom he needed. What the hell can distract you so much you up and walk off without your sh-t -- especially something that secret? He didn't look like he was high or something. Ok, f-ck it. I get up and walk over behind Riko and have a look in myself. What've we got here.

 

[jessica walker]

I look at Riko and Daniel's staring eyes from behind the top of the opened case.

Guys, if that's something gonna bring trouble, how bout you just take it home now or chuck it out the window into the bay?

I sit down on my stool behind the bar, hooking one foot on a rung and fumbling for another cig.

And if it's money or mystery instead of trouble, how bout you turn it around and let me see?

 

[Meekohi]

I grimace visibly as I peek in the briefcase. Way to go Daniel, you could at least keep in your seat. I pull the notepad out and hide it from the street in my lap, then let the briefcase back to how it was and scoot back to my seat. Daniel can mess around with the other stuff if he wants. Daydreams of what I could do with all the stuff in that briefcase rush through my head, but most of them end with Mr. Mysterious. Those pistols aren't just used for target practice. Money and trouble are the same thing Grandbanks. I start reading through the notes in my seat about as fast as I can, hoping to finish them before our friend gets back.