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PostPosted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 12:44 pm 
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"You know, If you stand around long enough, something happens."

"Of course, it tends to peeter out really quickly as you're all lame and have no stamina, so I'll say this, don't post here unless you can keep it up and have the ability to do what you set out to from the beginning."

Indigo turns and leans against a wall, flicking his nose with his thumb and starts skinning up after apparently speaking to nobody.


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Walking through the alley, B-Man had his Saxaphone cradled in its case while being held in his left hand. He tried to keep an eye out for any asshats who might try to mug him but he was also tired from playing a double set at the club.

Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a pack of Camels and took a cancerstick into his mouth. Attemting to light it with his Zippo, he couldn't get a flame going.

"Motherfucker. Outta fluid."

He catches a guy leaning against a building and went up to him.

"Hey, got a light?"

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In the corner he sat, eyeing them. This was his alleyway, yes, his. And now these newcomers, these new...people, if they could even be called that, wanted to come here and disrupt the natural order of things. This was the way the world worked, it was his alley, and anyone who came in it deserved whatever they got. Just the way the world worked. Like clockwork. Again, and again. And again. But these new people were different. He thought, for a moment, that he might wait and see. It would be benificial, yes, very benificial to wait and see, all angles, all viewpoints, all perspectives, all things, he thought, no, he knew, before giving them what they deserved, what everyone who encroached on the sanctitcity of his space deserved, and got, yes.

He waited for the light. Impossible to tell when it could come but he could wait forever he could wait.

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"Hey, got a light?" Came the voice, looking up with slight amusement in is eyes and a sly grin Indigo licked the glue of the paper and with a smooth movement rolled the construct in his palm and placed the result within his lips. Reaching in his pocket he flicked his own Zippo on his many pocketed and baggy jeans, once to open, the other tho light it.

Reaching over he lit the strangers coffin nail and then his own. Looking at his case he asked "Playing anywhere nice? Been a while since I had a drink and I could do with some good atmosphere."


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B-Man takes the proffered flame and inhales on his Camel, savoring the heavenly smoke as it invaded his lungs.

"Thanks. Yeah, there's a place around here. Little outta tha way but I know the owner and he's a class act. Called the BlueStage Club. Does all types of Blues, Jazz and some local rock groups. Tonight's Jazz Night. Since you helped me with the light, I'm buyin."

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OOC: Come on Indi, been waiting for a couple days. Where are ya? Don't make me come over there.

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[ooc] sorry [/ooc]

Indigo smiled free drink "Awesome, let's get going"

The pair walked to the end off the alley turning onto a larger open street, Indigo glanced back down the alley with a look of slight dissapointment "The BlueStage eh? Sounds nice" he said, pulling his jacket around himself as a chill blew through him.

Taking a drag from his cig, he looked up at the tall buildings that surrounded them as they walked down the street, most dissapeared into the dirty claret night sky that seemed to crawl down the walls of the old stone carved and glass monoliths creating twisted visions and reflecting the pinpoints of light that stretched out from the far sides of what was clearly a megalopolis. Every now and then the thunderous sound of rolling steel would shake the ground they walked on.

Walking barely half a pace behind his newly aquired drinking partner Indigo creased his brow and took another drag, "I uh, heh..." he started amusing himself, "I don't suppose you could tell me whereabouts in the world we are, I just woke the other day and here wasn't where I put my head down. I'm a little disorientated and I'd rather not trouble the authorities with my dillema, it could turn...sour" he finished, with a sidelong glance at the musician.

[ooc] whatever, just make it up, this is fun [/ooc]


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B-Man walked with this stranger and heard about his lost memory.

"Damn, that would suck. Well, I don't mind filling you in. It's Wednesday June 16, 2020 and we're near Central Park in Neo York. Things have changed ever since the Pure Islamic Front detonated that Nuke in Washington Square. You remember that?"

The stranger shook his head side to side.

"That was some scary shit. I was living in Michigan when it happened. Pure Islamic Front was a splinter form of Al-Qaeda that went on after bin Laden was killed. They set off bombs in the Big Apple, Detroit, L.A. and Washington New Years Eve, 2005. Everything south of 23rd is now part of the Hudson. Wall Street, Tribeca, SoHo, Greenwich Village...all gone now. Things definately changed. We're right now on what was Central Park West. The rich people left even before they could pack up their luggage and left their servants here to be killed by the radiation or by looters. The United States of America is no more. It's been split into 5 seperate regions. Everything north of the Mason-Dixon and East of the Mississippi is now part of Canada so God Save the King...fucking bastards. Picked on our carcass almost before we died. Oh well, nothing we can do about it except make sure we don't get caught near the Fallout so whatever you do, don't go south of Times Square at 42nd st."

By this time the two men had made their way to the southern end of the Park and saw the sign advertising the BLUEStage Club. Sounds of music, drunks and laughter was everpresent from the building. It looked like it was rotten to the foundation and ever ready to fall apart but somehow through sheer determination the building was determined to defy Gravity for at least one more night of fun and music.

"Ahh, here we are. Just let me do the talking and we'll be fine"

The men went up to the front door and the bouncer. The stranger tried his best to cover his face with his hat from the lights and the sights of the bouncer.

"DUKE!"

D: "Hey, what the fuck you doing here, B-Man? I thought you were done for the night?"

"Yeah, but I offered to buy him a drink and I know you guys can treat him good. Besides, he doesn't know a lot about the city so I figure if I'm not watching out for his ass, who will? You?"

D: "Alright, but don't be suprised if T.C. tries to get you to play your sax for another set."

"I won't. Thanks Duke...come along, drinking buddy."

As the two of them enter, they see the ornate wooden carvings on the walls falling apart due to mistreatment or neglect. It could hold many people but at this part of the early morning there were only those that had no place to call home. They were drinking, smoking, gambling or what-not. This was a reborn Saloon for all intents and purposes but dressed up in elderly finery and stayed open 24 hours a day. The two make their way to the bar and belly up as the bartender starts to make his way to them.

"Well, do you at least know your name? Most everyone calls me B-Man."

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"Beeman eh? Nice to meet you, I'm..." He paused at looked at B-Man "...Captain, people used to call me that for, well, a very good reason infact, that was my station, Secret British army stuff, very uninteresting" He gave an overly nonchalant wave of his hand and very warmly greeted the barman and ordered whisky, looking back at B-Man he locked eyes for a while and caved, "Alright alright, it was all black list, need to know, plausibly deniable stuff. A little more hardcore than I had originally thought unfortunatley."

He took the larger than expected drink, pulled out the ice cubes and put them beside the glass took a sip and sighed "I don't remember the whys and whatfors, that was all trained out but I do know there's not a day that goes by I don't regret going. Hah! And there's more of those than I thought" He turned to look at some of the games that were on offer around the bar This is pretty downbeat and dingy he smiled but then I always did like dingy

Turning back to the bar he inhaled trying to reccolect the conversation, "Where were we? Ah yes, tragic past. For seven years I was tested, trained prodded and poked and here I am, the startling result of millions of taxpayers hard earned readies. Of course, the bad thing about being such a secret is that you don't get to go out much. Ever in fact, I fell off the planet in 2000, then off the time line in 2007." A sigh, a gulp and a drag, "I hope poker hasn't changed, I specialised in cheating..."

[ooc] there's lots wrong with this I'm sure, but don't nitpick[/ooc]


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B-Man takes a drag on his cancerstick and then a pull on his Scotch.

"Captain, eh? Guess I'll call ya Cap'n for short."

He hears the story...then after telling with his eyes he didn't buy the cover story, Cap'n spilled the beans, at least as much as he could remember.

"Wow, that's rough. The last thing you remember was gas below 1.50 a gallon, Elizabeth was still Queen and Clinton was having fun in his last year. Well, I think you can tell from here and the history lesson that The Excrement has Most Certainly Impacted upon the Oscillator. As for Poker, nothin's changed there and if you can cheat better keep that under your hat or you'll get us both thrown in Ground Zero."

Cap'n nodded his head in agreement.

"So, you're a true blue soldier, huh? Not many of them nowadays. Britain and Canada won't even dare to send troops here. Too much fear of Urban Warfare and barely enough soldiers to protect the Home Island. Just keep that under your hat too...there are many Tories that'll turn you in as a deserter for some good rations."

Just then a tall, lanky, bearded man comes up to the two of them.

"Hey, T.C. Wonder'n when you would poke yer nose around here."

T.C.: Well, I wonder why one of my best acts is sticking around...not that I'm complaining. You spending the money I paid you to buy my booze helps me.

"Of course it does, but I offered to buy this man a drink and I knew you were still open."

T.C.: And just who might this guy be? Never seen him before.

T.C.'s eyes focus in on the stranger, trying to find something that would place him from somewhere.

"Relax, he's good. My Wierd Shit-o-Meter isn't going off so I know he won't fuck with me...at least right this minute. Betcha he don't want to end up paying for the drink, right Cap?"

Captain nodded his head in affirmative and continued to hide himself as best he could from T.C. After giving up on trying to read him, T.C. turned his attention back to B-Man.

T.C.: Say, would you mind...?

"Say no more. 'Georgia on my Mind' coming up. Why don't you consider this payment for our drinks tonight?"

T.C.: Done. You're up in five then.

Walking away, T.C. motions for a gal hanging by the bar to come to him. Putting her arm in his, she looks over her back and blows a kiss to the musician.

"Ah Connie. Cute gal...could do better though." He turns back to his new friend and gives him 20 dollars.

"Since the drinks are paid for, you can have this. See if your poker skills are in need of being polished. If you need a place to stay for the night, my couch's available if you want. Let me know when I come back."

B-Man then takes his Sax and heads up to the stage where he pulls out his reed and gets it wet for the instrument now being put together. After getting it ready and tuned, he goes up to the front of the stage and starts his rendition of Ray Charles' "Georgia on My Mind."

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DJ was trying to enjoy the music on the stage. It was that same old improvise whatever I want shit that was typical of jazz. He didn't really like that style. While, unlike most music, there was plenty of passion contained within the refrain, there was no structure. It was almost the opposite problem that most popular music faces. The companies were still only interested in profit and they were afraid do add substance to there work for fear of upsetting customers. The end result of course was that most music ended up being plain old elevator music.

"Shit."

JC shook his head to clear the cobwebs out. It was the feeling of impending drunkenness while still being sober. That grey area that he hated so much. Oh, well. He was sitting in this place that he was told he would like, and while some of the players had some skill and soul, most of it was mediocre. He felt a little out of place here, and was glad that his jeans and leather coat at least fit in with the crowd somewhat. So as the plain music played, he just fooled around with one of the two decks of cards that he had on him. Letting his thoughts wander on what is wrong with the world today and how he was powerless to change anything. Change was such an interesting concept. All both crave and fear it...

"... hope poker hasn't changed, I specialized in cheating..."

"What's this about poker?" Shit... why do I engage these people, it always ends up with a fight or something. It must be my foolish hope in the interesting side of humanity being more that sadistic pleasures. I'm not drunk enough yet... there not looking at me... I guess... yes... I murmured it. Of course they couldn't hear you... you forget to move your mouth... I'm way too drunk... waitasec...

DJ turned around to look at these new arrivals, and was surprised to find that one of them was actually a new return. The last guy who played... not to bad, he came close to being really good, but was quite not there... was standing there next to another guy who looked slightly worse for wear. Chaos turned back to his drink, keeping a mental eye on the two and keeping an ear open as well. The bars owner came over to talk to the two, as DJC tossed a few cards on the table, pulling them away and to the side before most could see the face on the card, shuffling the cards with one hand as his mind raced through both the conversation behind him and the cards in his hand. Cut. Flip. Serve card 1: The here and now situation. The devil. The world I'm in. Going to hell in a hand basket express. Cut. All of us serving the world around us not seeing that the same world is destroying us. Flip. The death of magical creation. He remembers nothing of the past few year. For that he is blessed beyond all. Serve card 2: Current Influences. King of Coins...

"Captain, eh? Guess I'll call ya Cap'n for short."

Chaos kept at his... probably false... reading. He did that often. Just for fun, to see whether it was just random chance... or something more. Kings... 1/52 chance to draw. 1/78 chjance with this one. 2/39 on Kings. A leader, a good one. A friend as well, good at that too. Also good at getting things that are needed. Taken in full though he would be corruptible, like all things that have an end. Cut. He might be lead by his own desires... which is no better then anyone else these days... even the holy men seem to be getting more into the choirboys in these times. flip. And Old... that's not right... but it is... he is more then he seems. Who is? Who am I associating with this... this man behind me? No. But he fits... odd enough. He is more then he... Serve card 3. Death... Heavy stuff there, but a good thing in the end. A change, an opening for a rebirth and end of stagnation at times. Cut. My beer is getting flat... Bad luck and debts all happen to all, but they all allow us to do what is needed. There might be some good news in disguise, here. As in a gamble. I gamble all the time. Same as this man behind me. Flip. This one is 1/76. Though he is willing to cheat the wheel it seems, is he willing to break the game if need be? How do I know. There is nothing in this but entertainment. ENTERTAINMENT! Serve Card 4: Foundations. Inverted Ace of Cups.

"Wow, that's rough."

Of course it is. This is all caused the rot and decay, or rather it's the instability of the situation. Cut. Or something else’s growth. But of what? Flip. Canada? Evil? My cock? Serve card 5: Recent events. Inverted Queen of cups. Dishonesty. It was my dishonestly that led me here. Wasn’t it? Cut. I don't want to walk down that road. It's to fresh, to soar. Flip and Serve Card 6 Near Future. Fool. A Journey. A Journey for what? Who cars. This has no relevance, but I wonder... What? He sat and pondered a moment.

"Card seven: Me."

Wheel of Chance. another 1 in 78 chance that always happens. I should try the lotto. Ever the wild card. I exist to stir the pot, and make something happen rather then nothing... Then why do I feel so powerless in this world? Why do I wonder if there is a higher calling for me... I get board with this and that man is about to play. I wish to hear. We do. We? Serve. Serve. Serve.

"What the..."

I'm keeping that card for later. Just so I can laugh at that... JC quickly took the deck and piled it together again. He flipped card ten upside-down on the top of the deck. Enough Idle meandering, it's time to interact... and regret it.

"...Let me know when I come back."

As the next song started, JC turned around to the Cap'n... Crunch? No. Just make sure to move your mouth this time. I'm bone sober and he's not. This should be fun.

"You wanna game of poker? I'll be more than happy to oblige, if you oblige me and keep the cheating to something that involves skill rather then cheap tricks. Have a seat and let's have fun."

*I know it seems meandering, but it's how this guy thinks. All over the place. I hope this works... and yes, he has an identity problem.*

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Receiving the money Indigo raised and eyebrow ah well, he doesn't know I guess he thought to himself as he pulled out a thick wad of cash from inside his jacket, he smiled and Signalled to the barkeeper "A bottle, a big one" He waved three or four notes and was promptly served with a smile and a big bottle of whiskey. Grinning in self satisfaction he put the money back and watched the stage, enjoying the candour with which his new, and only friend now played with,

"You wanna game of poker? I'll be more than happy to oblige, if you oblige me and keep the cheating to something that involves skill rather then cheap tricks. Have a seat and let's have fun."

Turning around he saw a man leaning over his seat towards him spinning cards frantically withing a single hand, Indigo raised his eyebrows, gathered his drink and sat at the table with him pondering what else he had heard of his conversation with B-Man, "Heh, I try to make a note of not cheating with those who know I am, and are better at handling cards than me" He jested sipping his drink and and pulling out a pouch of tobacco.

After a few hands it was obvious that bluffing was going to get him nowhere, the hands he'd delt and been delt had all been crappy, even when he did try to give himself a nice hand it was as if the other man was controlling the cards from across the table. He looked at his most recent disaster and folded for what seemed like the millionth time and decided to give up, "Ahh well, blackjack was more my game anyway" He lent back and lit another of a string of tabs he'd inhaled over the past few games, flicking the lighter closed, he admired the smooth black shiny surface for a while then saw in its reflection the empty bottle of whiskey ah hah he thought that'll do it standing up and managing quite well to stay that way he said "Drink? It's on me, even though you've relieved me of most of the money I had I feel I should congratulate you on teaching me the importance of humiliation and speaking before thinking" Pleased he managed to say all that he meandered towards the bar.


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B-Man went through his rendition of "Georgia on My Mind" and kept one eye on T.C. and the other on Cap'n. Since he played the song so many times it was very easy to just go through the motions and give some soul to the song and still pay attention to those around him.

So...what did the Military do to you, Cap'n? Should I still be helpful to him? He hasn't shown anything yet that would make me turn on him so for now I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

As he finishes, he then segues into a self-written blues song, "To Live in Neo York."

Well, looks like DJ's got 'im...and taking him to the cleaners. Where the hell did he get that much money? He rob a bank or Army Payroll?

As he finishes the song, he gives a bow to the three guys that were paying attention and clapped for him then leaves the stage. He makes his way back to the bar and downs another shot. However, before he could restart the conversation B-Man heard a rumble in the distance. The vibrations started shaking the building and he knew what that sound was:

"Military Convoy with APC's. 5?..no 6 APC's. What the fuck? It's not time for their daily movement?"

B-Man turns to T.C. and speaks with his eyes. T.C. nods and gives a whistle that makes people start ducking for cover within the dilapidated building. He then turns to his new friend

"If you are who you said you are, you might want to come with me and hide so you're not seen by the Military."

B-Man then motions over to a hidden door under the stage.

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"B..but, my drink!?" Indigo pleaded as he was shown the way to the trapdoor.

Quickly had gone from dark to darker, a narrow ancient brick wall and a dry wooden staircase that looked like it would crumble if he looked at it too hard dissapeared into a void of pure dark. Indigo quickly and quietly flew down the stairs jumping the last two that were missing, landing with a light thud. There was suddenly a buzz and a bright irregular flashing behind him, he turned on the spot bringing his hand up before him to protect from the surprise.

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There was no noise other than the faint buzzing, the light had become constant so he lowered his hand to see a light bulb illuminating the low roofed room, still with the heavily cragged walls but the wood was now above him, with a dry dirt floor below. It stretched further than the light was letting up and there were a few passageways and doors around, but that wasn't what had caught his eyes.

There were tables, a lot of tables, with guns on them, a lot of guns. Looking back up the stairs he was met by the slightly stern looking B-Man who had a hand on a switch which had turned on the light. Risking a quick glance at the stairs he saw that the last two wern't the only ones missing. Infact it was a miricle he didn't break his neck on the way down, none of them were regular and a few were just snapped in half and left there. His gaze immediately went back to the room but he could feel the cold accusing stare on him, "h...heh" he stammered with a cracked nervous voice and met the stare, "What's all this then? Planning a little party?"


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Chaos had attempted to slip into the room unnoticed. He thought that he had had some small amount of success. Maybe. Hopefully. He'd noticed that there was a hidden room in this place. Such architectural feats leave telltale signs. Adding in such things after a building was built is nearly imposable. However, he was more interested in how this little arsenal had been brought in here and the why. So for now... J.C sat, only half concealed by shadows and quietly waited for the explanation.

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As he ushered Captain into the hidden room under the stage, he turned on the light and tried to hide his consternation at the vision of assorted firearms on the tables.

Damn it T.C., why didn't you get the shit put away or shipped to the next destination?

B-Man then turned his attention to his friend.

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"Let's just say that there are good reasons for them being here. I'll explain after the soldiers take off. Keep the light off so it don't bleed through the stage, or DO you want to be caught?"

As he leaves he gives a parting remark

"And DJ, you keep quiet too."

He closed the door and got the chairs set back up in front of it. He then nodded to T.C. as he got on top the stage and started playing the sax again to some popular tune.

Suddenly, the footfalls of soldiers were everpresent as they came into the building. T.C. went up to the Commander of the group, Major Gatshall, and started talking to him. Gatshall was guided to the bar and offered free booze as he and T.C. talked. The Major then ordered most of his men to exit the club, leaving only the Major's personal detail at the door. Raucous laughs emanated from Gatshall and T.C. as they drank and in the midst of this, an envelope was passed containing his "protection" payment for the month.

Before he left, the Major came up to the stage and pulled a chair out to sit down in front of B-Man.

G: "Hey B-Man, play me my tune."

"Yes Major. It's a pleasure, sir."

B-Man then started up with Gatshall's favorite song, a melodious song from decades ago. As the song comes to an end, he throws a Quid onto the stage, making a hollow sound as it bounces off the wood. Gatshall then raises an eyebrow.

G: "That sounds different. Something with the stage?"

B-Man goes tense but stops it quickly then taps the stage with his foot.

"No sir, just an old stage. She's falling apart, they don't make them like they used to and she's seen better days. This whole place could use some renovations but if that happened, I'd have to ask more money to play here and T.C. won't hear of it."

Gatshall then lets out a bellow of a laugh, his booze-addled brain not thinking clearly, and takes off with a wave of the hand. Just before he leaves, he turns around.

G: "Hey B-Man, you wouldn't have seen a new guy around these parts did ya? He would've been looking mysterious and might've killed someone with his bare hands."

"Well, there are MANY mysterious people here, why else would we be here? And your description would fit most of the population of Neo York. Any reason why I should?"

G: "Just keep an eye out for him, he's dangerous ex-military. Big reward on his head. Would go by Captain or something like that."

"I'll keep that in mind, Major. Safe trip, Sir!"

The relieving sound of the Convoy continuing on was heard throughout the BLUEStage Club. After a couple minutes to make sure no one else was hanging around, B-Man and T.C. meet up at the hidden door in the stage and open it up.

"Don't worry, it's me B-Man."

The two of them enter and turn on the light as they head inside to see DJ and Captain sitting down by the guns.

"So, now you know our secret cache. Since you're now immersed in this and it seems your story is legit, I'll let you know what we're doing. T.C. and I are Gunrunning Rebels. We work with a group that's trying to kick the Crown out of Old America called 'The Copperheads'. Military has no idea of this place. Major Gatshall, who came in just now, has no idea of our full intentions. He does know that we hate him and he hates us but we pay him protection money and he leaves us alone. Since you came up as a dangerous person with a bounty on your head, I think it's safe to say our interests are mutually beneficial if we work together. So...you interested in raising a lil' hell with us?"

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Watching B-Man go back up the light turned out and they were plunged into the evading darkness once more, the thunderous roar of boots came in from above them causing Indigo some discomfort and would have been plain on his face, if you could see it. Then there was the voice that voice, Indigo quickly whipped around picking up a hand gun from the closest table and pointed it directly at where the voice had come from, *cha-chk* went the the empty gun.

Indigo pulled the gun down and placed it on the side where it was, following the sound of the footsteps that belonged to the voice "MotherFucker" Indigo mouthed as the events panned out above, Trying repeatedly but failing to move any of the boards to get a better look at Gatshall Indigo resigned and waited until he had gone.

"Just keep an eye out for him, he's dangerous ex-military. Big reward on his head..."

Yeah, I bet there is you soon to be dead again...FUCK!! Pulling up the gun but loading it this time He pointed it at where he imagined The Major's Groin was. Indigo screwed up his face fighting the urge to pull the trigger and reveal he was there face him, again. Fair this time, motherfucker!, but he never did and The major left unaware. Once again Indigo put the gun back on the table and Grunted to B-Man as he came back down and made his proposal. He Grinned Perfect

"Absolutly" He growled with malice scarred on his face, then turned to the musician , his face now saddened "What he said about killing someone....I don't kno.." He was stopped before he could finish and smiled, "That Gatshall, Major Gatshall now it seems, Major Asshat is what he is and he needs to die very soon, what ever he is doing it is not going to be good, the man doesn't even have a soul, the fucker..." He spat as he shifted his hat. "I'll help you, whatever you want, where ever you want it done. The enemy of my enemy..."

He looked up "What about you? You gonna come out of there and help?"


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After filling in Captain with their current situation and hearing his response, a smile fills B-Man's face.

"Excellent. I usually have a good instinct when it comes to people I can trust and it looks like I was right again. Welcome aboard. Now keep in mind that you won't be fully exposed to the organization right now since we need to do a bit of a background check to remove any doubt from the minds of our benefactors but I'm sure that'll be merely a formality. As it is we'll probably have to get you a new identity to cover your lack of one at the moment and keep your existance in the organization as a Need to Know so that the possibility of you being exposed or sold out will be minimized."

After noticing once again the weapons left on the tables, B-Man gives an audible sigh as he turns to T.C.

"Let me guess: Lil' B was supposed to have gotten these sent through the network tonight."

T.C. nodded his head. The affirmation makes the musician furrow his brows and rub the temples with his palms to alleviate a headache creeping up his skull. He then goes over to the phone box up on the wall and punches in an extention. A familiar voice comes over the speaker.

LB: "This is Lil' B. 'Sup?"

"Shithead, get your MOTHERFUCKING ass DOWN here before I shove my Sax up there!"

Lil' B then acknowledges and can be heard swearing under his breath over the speaker before the connection is cut.

"I swear, I'm about |--| THIS close to kicking his ass right into Ground Zero and let him play with the Mutants. Ma, why the hell you give me such a moron for a brother? Did I really need to be exposed to this?"

B-Man then continues to rub his temples as he pulls out a flask of Scotch and takes a swig then tosses it to Captain.

"Here, to make up for your missed drink."

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"What about you? You gonna come out of there and help?"

What about me? Can I afford to put my head upinto the light? No, it burns my eyes... but didn't Plato say something about that? It only hurts for a moment? For a moment...
He nodded when that voice reached the basement.

"So where's the shipment heading? Pour me a glass of the shit. There are so many diferent groups trying to tear this land apart that I can keep track of them. Or can't. That works too."

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Across the city, two figures sat in lawn chairs on the roof of an old, creaking apartment building overlooking Eastchester Bay. Between the chairs is a cheap folding card table. An unopened pack of cards and an expensive-looking pair of binoculars rest on the table. Also on the roof are a military-grade scoped rifle and an old-style landline pay phone, both heavily modified and highly illegal, hidden within arm's reach under the table.

The smaller figure flicks another cigarette butt out into the bay, toward the lights of La Guardia Airport. The other figure is sound asleep when a muted red light starts to flash on the pay phone.

The smaller figure cracks a smile and pokes it's companion's shoulder.

"Master Wayne... wakey wakey. It's for you."

Lil' B sighs and shifts his weight.

"Hmm?"
"The landline just flashed. They probably want you to move that shipment at the club now."

At the mention of the shipment, Lil' B's eyes shoot open and he bites his lip. He gingerly lifts the reciever and tries painfully to play it cool.


"This is Lil' B. 'Sup?"
"Shithead, get your MOTHERFUCKING ass DOWN here before I shove my Sax up there!"
"Uh... ack. I'm on the way."

He drops the reciever back into place and rubs his eyes, trying to clear them.

"God, FUCK! What the fuck is his deal?"

His companion gives him an "oh-shit" look and re-places the handpiece on the phone, breaking the connection.

"Smart move..."

Lil' B freezes, staring at the phone. After a moment, he sighs again and lifts himself from the sticky lawn chair for a quick stretch.

"Thanks. Love you too."
"Yeah. Have fun with B-Man. I'm out of here in like an hour anyway, I can help you load some of that shit then."
"Thanks. There's a whole mess of guns. I think they're going to the Citadel."
"Well, at least those guys will appreciate the help. Now get out of here before your brother comes looking for us."
"Right. Later."

Lil' B takes a running start towards the ledge and vaults off the roof to a tree. He wraps an arm around the trunk and makes his way down to the street. He grabs a bike from inside a dumpster in a convenient alley and sets off for BLUEStage, a little more than a 100 blocks away.

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