It’s the Sprawl where Neke and Michael find themselves. That means it dingy and rundown, the outskirts Chicago and small sattelite townships that have grown together and then been forgotten as the Phage toll rose. That doesn’t mean it’s deserted – far from it. Here the lost and forgotten; and those who wish to be gather.
It’s not a nice place. But it’s not always a bad place either.
Neke looks around as she waits for Michael. Still wearing her combat pants and heavy boots, the spirit channeler has changed her branded shirt for something less obvious. She won’t blend in here particularly well, but she might not stand out so much.
Michael comes around the corner dressed for the area, which means his shirt and pants are both faded and his boots are scuffed, but he doesn’t approach Neke. Instead he leans on the well and nods up. He’d found what they were looking for, but there’s a hitch.
What they were looking for is a lead involving a smuggling ring that had been plaguing them for a number of months. One involving Wakandan Tech and Vibranium and… a few other things.
Four. He signs. And then mimes a gun. Four guns. Fifth floor. There’s a short pause and… ah. They’ve been drinking.
This is not a great neighborhood. But there are decent people who live here and a firefight should be avoided. Michael and Neke probably aren’t in that much danger from four guns. But stray bullets might go through walls and who knows who is sleeping around here…
Neke’s body language says that she’s see Michaels information, eyes rising up the building to the fifth floor. If the four have been drinking, can they be disarmed before things go wrong? Possibly. It will take some finessing.
With a look to Michael the spirit channeler smirks cheekily, undoing a couple of buttons on her shirt and musses her hair up a bit, giving the signs for him to go invisible and follow her in.
Between the two of them, they should be able to do this … without too much problem.
Michael smirks and half a second later his metal armor covers him and he fades from sight.
The apartment building is dirty and it’s seen better days. There’s several places where there walls are stripped bare but none where there are holes in the wall quite yet. Coming up to the fifth floor there’s some fairly loud music coming from down the hall. That’s not where they’re going though. They’re going to the one on the other side. There’s a guy sleeping on the floor. Neke can’t see him but she’ll know that Michael is giving him a side eye. Suspicious…
The door is not locked. She could just open it. It’s quiet inside, can’t hear anything through the doors or wall.
Of course Michael would smirk. He’s seen Neke do this before and it’s often amusing. The dark skinned woman takes the elevator to the fifth floor and to the apartment Michael has indicated. At a glance, Neke looks like a normal woman – not helpless exactly but certainly not dangerous.
The problem will be if anyone looks in her eyes. There’s almost a feral gleam there, something about the tension makes this exciting for the channeller and it shows.
Spending a few moments, it seems Neke just glances at the guy sleeping there but really she’s looking at him intently. His breathing seems like he’s sleeping – and he might be. Drugs are common out here and he’s probably indulged. Still … he’ll bear watching.
At the door, she stretches, listening as best she can to the apartment, putting her hand on the door knob and … opening it.
The music down the hall is also a little suspicious if you think about it. It’s making sure that no one really hears anything other than the music. Probably coincidence as is the guy in the hall but Michael gets paid to be paranoid.
The door creeks open to reveal a darkened room and the glow of a TV. One of the armed men looks up from the chair he’s sitting reverse on. “Hey, lady, you lost?”
His accent places him as a local and he looks rough. The voice has attracted the gaze of two other people in the room, one by the window and one in the kitchen. Where the fourth gunman is that is not clear.
The music, Neke has noted and assumed that is was to mask any sounds. In a way it plays into their hands.
As the door opens and she’s greeted, Neke looks up with very wide eyes “I … don’t think so. You’re Harry, aren’t you? I was told that Harry would be in this apartment and I was to show him and his friends a … good time.” Her eyes hood slightly as she sashays in a bit further “You’d like that wouldn’t you, Harry? You and your friends? How many of you are there anyway?”
Neke really is praying that they all like women. If not, she should have sent Michael in.
She did send Michael in. It’s just that no one can see him. It’s only because they’ve worked so often together that she knows that he moved in behind her and is now by the hallway, covering against any surprises.
“No Harry he-”
One of the other men holds up a hand. “I’m Harry. And I think I might like a good time.”
The guns are starting to lower. They’re all a bit into their cups. This might be a bit suspicious if they were sober but given the amount of empty bottles Neke can see… they’re not.
The one in the kitchen comes out and lays the pistol he’s holding aside so he can get… closer…
Neke would have sent Michael in, with his shirt unbuttoned!
“Oh, I’m sorry, Harry. But it’s all good now …” Neke is going to want a good shower when this is over. Odds are good those men are going to put hands on her.
Hopefully it’s just hands. The upshot is she might get to punch them!
“Who are your friends …” The channeller coos beckoning them closer, but eyeing their weapons as they start to move “I really don’t think you’re going to need them, do you? I’m sure you can be more than inventive if you need to … detain … me.”
Ick, ick, ick. At least, that should get weapons away from them.
Well all three men are up now and moving toward Neke. One does put hands on her as he leers. And that’s when the fourth man shows up.
“Hey guys I think- uh. Who’s this?”
Michael materializes behind him, grabs him, and pitches him into the kitchen by way of one of the guys pawing at Neke.
Everyone goes for the weapons they had just laid aside.
Neke suppresses the shudder as the oaf puts his hand on her. This plays into her hands very nicely because Michael appears and she channels.
The glowing form of a gorilla surrounds the dark skinned woman and she moves with suprising speed to grab the first guy and trip the second, bringing her foot down //hard// when he falls. “Now, now Gentlemen, I thought you wanted to have a good time…” she coos again. “… I am, aren’t you?”
And that leaves … one.
Michael goes invisible again leaving the one bug eyed and looking around wildly. There was another person here, he was sure of it.
“Stay back! You don’t know who you’re messin’ with!” He yells. He eyes the gun nearby. Can he get to it before she gets to him…
He decides to chance it and lunges for the pistol.
//God damn it, Michael// Neke curses in her mind. She’d left that one for him, wanting to share the fun.
It is fun, right? At least the chaneller does.
She’s not as quick with the spirit of the gorilla infusing her but she is strong. With a grunt, she swings the guy she’s grabbed in front of her and shoves him forcefully to the one scrambling for his gun.
“If you shoot me, my partner won’t like that.” she says saucily, following up but trying the slam the hand, that probably has the pistol in it by now, into the table. It’s a risk, but a small one as she judges it.
Then again, Michael has told her she’s reckless.
The guy reaches the gun and grabs at it and pulls. And it doesn’t move. And he pulls again. And it doesn’t move. Then he has someone shoved into him and is knocked back off his balance.
Michael appears again on top of the gun, in panther form licking his front paw. He doesn’t need to do that of course. He’s doing it to be an ass.
Meow indeed. He’s massive and looks terrifying.
“I think we should have done get help.” He says, eyeing the guys who are rather speechless at the moment.
“Do you think they know where the documents we want are? Or shall I just knock them out?”
Neke smirks as the gun doesn’t move and smirks some more when the Panther appears. “Good kitty. I’ve got some catnip for you later.” she croons a little, laughing a little as she pets his metal hide. “I told you my partner wouldn’t like it if you shot me.”
“Get help isn’t as fun as this.” The dark skinned woman asides to the talking Panther, still watching the guys and assessing them. “What do you think, Gentlemen? Do you think you might know where there are documents stored here? Or do I let my cat use you as playthings?”
“Get help is hilarious. If you’re me.” Michael says with a smirk as he watches the two thugs.
“Uh… floorboards. In the master bedroom. Pull up the loose ones. They’re in there.”
“Kenny!” The other hisses.
“What man? It’s a huge effin’ metal cat!” Not Neke. Neke is scary but she’s also kinda hot. The cat is not hot though. And is all of the scary.
Michael rolls his eyes and gets up, stalking toward them. Sit down, facing away from me.”
Once they do he wraps and arm around both of them and chokes them out. Simple. Easy. Night night.
“And this is more fun, if you’re me.” Neke smirks, not taking her eyes off the thugs either. But here she is, conversing with a big metal cat who can talk and appeared out of nowhere.
When Michael puts the two to sleep, Neke sighs //loudly// “I could have done some of that…” but she’s turning to the master bedroom and opening the door “Well, shall we?”
She’s careful, of course. There still might be someone there and she’s not forgotten the guy asleep out in the hallway.
“Brawn before beauty…” she gestures.
“That would be you going first, wouldn’t it?” Michael mutters as he pads into the room and steps carefully all over the floor boards. “This one.” He says finally.
It takes some prying but they DO finally get the board up. There’s a plastic bag wrapped around some hard copy printouts.
They’re pictures, a lot of them. Pictures of a woman or several women who look remarkably like Bash’t. Some of them have scientific reports attached and the very last page looks like a list of equipment and times.
“Hrm… looks like someone was running an illegal cloning project… but things weren’t working out.” They’d heard that before.
“This last page… looks like a shopping list. Wakandan tech he wanted to try to fix things, if I had to guess.”
“Maybe it is …” Neke is cheeky. “We both know you’re prettier than me.” she taps Michaels metal backside as he passes. //thunk//
Retrieving the package from the cavity they uncover, Neke takes her time to go through them. “If this isn’t Bash’t, it’s her twin sister.” The spirit caller mutters, shuffling through the papers and scanning them quickly. “Most of these are marked, fail.”
Michael won’t miss the shudder.
“This is tech he had, yes? Does it say how or where he was going to do it?”
“Mmmmm. No I don’t think so.” Michael says, turning back into a person and letting the metal recede. “Hard to say either way if it’s tech he has or tech he wants. I’m guessing from some of the dates though that he doesn’t have all of it.” He points to the ones that have not yet elapsed.
“I think it does but it’s coded. Look.” The cop points to a column of three letter signifiers. “Airports…. no doesn’t look right. Not regular ports either. Might be some kind of code.” This might give them locations, but only if they can crack it, which they can’t do right now.
Shifting his attention back to the pictures of the women he frowns. “Why THIS woman, though? What’s so special about Bash’t, or Bash’ts mother that he wants to clone her over and over?”
Neke shakes her head, a lot of her playfulness disappearing as they get to the crux of the matter. “Get Mariah working on these. They might be cities or suburbs or relate to the framework lottery, for all we know.”
The last is a joke, really.
“She said Killmonger murdered her mother and stole her research, didn’t she?” Neke isn’t certain, Bash’t has been very closed mouth and focussed on rending the villain of the story limb from limb.
“Something to that effect, yes.” Michael lays the pictures aside and focuses on what else there is. Then he pauses. “Wait a minute…”
Back the pictures come only this time he’s looking on the backs of them.
“Look at these. They’re printed on reused paper. And a lot of them are bills. Look at this. These three are the oldest and they’re from New York. The next ones are from Montreal. The next two are from Detroit…”
The last ones are from Sault Ste. Marie. Which isn’t THAT far from Chicago…
“Could it really be that simple?”
“Paper’s not that hard to come by …” Neke frowns, looking at the bills as Michael shuffles them. “We should go and take a look but we need to be careful. Whoever is doing this, knows that someone is investigating. This might be a setup, a trap.”
Still, apart from the numbers, it’s the only lead that they have.
“I don’t think it’s that simple, Michael. There’s something about this that feels … off.”
“I agree.” Michael says with a nod. “Which is why I think…”
Click. That’s the sound of a hammer being pulled back.
“What have we here?” It’s the guy who was sleeping outside. He’s leaning in the doorway. He’s got a weapon in his hand and gives them a gap-toothed smile.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be looking at those.”
Neke hadn’t //forgotten// the guy outside, she’d just got a lot focussed on their findings.
She sighs as the hammer pulls back, taking the papers and stuffing them down her shirt. “I think we are.” the words are said coolly, glancing a Michael sidelong.
He’s likely to disappear in just a moment, Neke is either going to have to be quick or thick skinned.
“I don’t think ‘get help’ will work here.” she asides before turning her attention to their visitor “Who’s your boss?” She can try.
“You’re probably gonna find out in a way you won’t like if you don’t give those papers now, Lady.” The man says holding his gun out. “That’s far enough.”
There’s something in urban combat called the twenty six foot rule. That is, assume someone can cover twenty six feet before you can draw, aim and fire your weapon. Most urban combat, it should be noted, takes place at less than that range. Of course this weapon is already drawn. But could he aim and fire it before someone was on top of him.
Michael stands up with his hands up… and then lashes out. His silvery hand extends and he slaps the gun upward. Not enough to knock it out of the guys hand but enough to ruin any aim and posture. Then, yes, Michael vanishes.
The weapon goes off, discharging into the cieling.
It might be a sign of how often they work together. Neke doesn’t jump when Michaels hand lashes out. The glow of hunting cat surrounds her and as Michael disappears, she’s across the room, clawed fingers reaching for the gunmans throat.
She bears him backward, snarling in his face, as she does. “I asked you who your boss was, nicely. Now I’m asking again…”
“Fuck lady!” The guy swears. The weapon goes off again as he’s pushed into the wall. Nowhere to go. When Michael reappears he’s smirking. It’s realy handy, being able to vanish.
“I’d answer her.”
“My boss is Casey okay? He runs this block for the Salieri’s…”
Salieri’s. A relatively small time crime syndicate focused exclusively in the sprawl. There’s a dozen of them really. The sprawl is prone to crime like bad homes are prone to roaches.
Neke growls as the guy swears at her “You wouldn’t be so lucky …” the claws that her fingernails have become dig into his neck a little.
The reappearance of Michael and the smirk, get her eyes rolling though.
“Casey. Where do we find him?” She thinks for a moment “Were you with these guys, or watching them as well?”
“Uh…” That went over the guy’s head. He’s scared and well he might be. Neke is terrifying at the moment. “I was with them. Supposed to help keep an eye on the place. Make sure no one got out with… anything important.”
“Casey is usually at the Rivethouse.”
“Local Bar.” Michael supplies. “It’s about a mile from here or so. Open late.” He doesn’t add that it’s a known criminal hangout. That part is probably obvious from the fact that this Casey is hanging out there. Must be nice to be able to do your work from a bar…
“Why were you holding these papers?”
“Dunno. Casey just brought ’em and said to hide them.”
Michael’s eyes narrow. “So what are you normally doing here?”
“Uh… you mean you’re… not here for the drugs?”
Neke snerks as her barb goes over the guys head, her claws loosening around his throat just a little. She doesn’t let him go, not just yet.
“A bar? Looks like you’re going to take me on a date.” Neke says to Michael, still growling a bit. They might get to do ‘get help’ yet.
“How long have the papers been here and has anyone else come to this apartment?” beat “Not for the drugs. To look or ask about the papers …” Drugs. She should have known.
She’s tempted to take them. Maybe it will clean the streets up just a bit.
“No. We’ve had ’em about a week. Maybe a week and a half. No one has come for them. I kind of forgot we had them there…” The guy says, gulping. Michael folds his arms and listens, still smirking. It’ll end like all of Neke’s dates do. With him pulling her off of some poor beat up guy.
“Where are the drugs?”
“Uh… we, uh, sold them all.”
“They’re in the water heater cabinet in the hall.”
“Thank you. What do you think Neke? Leave ’em for CPD?”
Only the dates that Michael gets invited to.
Which might be most of them, come to think of it.
Neke’s fingers loosen more, letting the guy slump to the ground in front of her. “Mmmhmm.” She nods to Michael as her foot comes up to knock the guy out. “I think we should put bows on them when we do.” Stalking to the water heater cabinet, the dark skinned woman recovers the stash and leaves it on the table with the others.
“If we’re here, we should check out that bar. I’ve developed a terrible thirst. Getting shot at does that to a girl.”
“You are the strangest woman…” Michael mutters as they had back down stairs.
At this time of night it only takes a few minutes to cover the distance by car. The outside of the bar lives up to it’s name. A mostly steel building with obvious exposed rivets. A flickering neon sign hangs above the door.
Inside the lighting is poor and the room smokey. A couple of Tri-Vids show sports games, and a few pool tables dominate one side of the room. There’s a game going on at one.
Michael points subtly to a guy at one of the tables drinking alone.
“Tattoo on his right arm. Gang symbol. That’ll be him.”
“What?” Neke bats her eyelids at Michael “Getting shot at doesn’t give you a thirst? You love me anyway…”
In the car, Neke takes a moment to tidy herself up. The shirt gets unbuttoned, the ends tied under her breast. It’s a different look – more mussed and hopefully doesn’t scream ‘cop’ quite as much.
“I hope you’re ready to perform your duty and drag my sorry ass out of here if things go wrong.” She murmurs “Come to think of it, I hope he likes girls …” She heads to the table and sits down.
“Casey isn’t it?” she purrs …
Casey is not an especially fit man but not seriously unfit either. He’s carrying a bit of weight. He looks Neke up and down as she sits and then takes a drink. “What’s it to ya?”
Accent. New York, not from here. Interesting. Lots of Sprawlers are born and bred. They don’t move around much. But the sprawl catches all kinds.
Micahel gives Neke one final smirk and then goes to the bar to order something to make it look like he’s drinking.
Casey is //not// Neke’s type but these are things she does for her work. She smiles at him and touches his glass “If you were, I’d offer to buy you a drink.”
She’s quiet for a moment, holding his gaze “I was looking for someone who knew how to hide things. I was told Casey was the man to see. If I’m wrong, let me buy you a drink anyway.”
“For wasting your time.”
The man looks at Neke’s hand and then smiles slightly. “You found ‘im. What did you want me to hide? And where?” The suggestion in the tone is somewhat… lewd. But hey, that’s to be expected in places like this, dealing with people like this. Either she’s going to offer him money – he figures – or a good time. Either would make his night better.
Michael can hear of course. He’s listening in from the open mic on her wearable. Easier than having to hover around pretending not to be listening.
“Not what you’re thinking.” Neke smirks, murmuring low but still loud enough for Michael to hear. Looking over to the bar, the brunette gestures “Same again for my friend here, barkeep and one for me as well.”
She’ll slip a little something into the drink when it arrives. It contains a tracking nanite that they’ll be able to use.
“I’ve some paperwork that I really don’t want to be found. I can’t destroy it because I need it but it has some information that might not cast me in a great light …” Neke stretches, hoping that will distract Casey a little – her story isn’t strong, after all “… so I need it … stored until I can use it. Know what I mean?”
Casey leans forward to pay attention to Neke which not coincidentally gives him a better view of the woman as well. He reaches out to lay one hand in the middle of the table, noooot quite touching. Close though.
“You know I don’t run a safety deposit operation, right lady? I can hide your paperwork for you but that’s gonna cost. What’s on it anyway?”
Michael mutters but Neke can hear him. “You know I don’t run a safety deposit operation, right lady?” Exaggerating the New York accent as he does.
Neke nearly laughs at Michaels disgruntlement and stretches again, this time he knows the signal. He better be ready to move, quickly.
The woman looks at the hand and how close it is. “I heard that you’re best there is. I can pay.” beat “They’re in my car, it’s probably I show you.”
She lets her fingertips touch his briefly.
“Shall we …”
Casey gets up and gestures. “Lead on, lady.” Out in the car. Sure. He’ll go out. He doesn’t fear the night. Why would he? The night is his.
Michael takes another drink and puts his glass down. “Don’t let anyone take that.” He says as he slips out. It might be a trick of the light, they thinks, that he vanishes as he hits the door.
That is SO handy.
Casey on the other hand isnt handy. He’s handsy and he puts his hands on Neke’s shoulders as they go out to her car. “So what do we have here, mmm?”
Casey has nothing to fear of the night, does he? It’s just sweet little Neke he’s going with.
Michael might laugh at that thought.
When Casey’s hand comes on her shoulder, Neke suppresses a sigh. At least he didn’t grab her backside first – that … might be a first, come to think of it. She turns, looking up at the man who thinks he’s about to get lucky. And smiles …
“I was going to show you what I want hidden.” It sounds almost dirty the way that she says it. Deliberately – she’s trying to keep him off balance. Taking the papers from her back pocket, she holds one sheet up – the one with the most recent photo. “I want to hide these …”
That should get a reaction and Neke can’t wait to see what it is. She knows Michael’s nearby and … well…
This might be //just// like one of her dates.
“Wait… what the hell?” Neke can feel the sudden tension in the man’s hands as he goes from confident to confused to angry in the space of a second. Then he gets yanked off her and Michael reappears. “Hi.”
The tone is flat. Like he’s not happy to see the man. And Casey gets no chance to make a reply because Michael lays one right across his jaw with his metal hand. Which spins the guy and drops him.
“Really, Michael, do you have to do that to all of my dates?” Neke stretches, Casey hurt a little when he tensed.
“Is he out cold, or can we question him?” The channeller bends down to look at the Crime Boss. “He seemed to recognise the photo’s didn’t he?”
“If he is out cold I’ll go get a bucket of water.” Michael says flexing his hand. “And you have awful taste in men.” That last is teasing.
Casey’s eyes focus just in time for Michael to put a boot on his chest. “No no. Don’t move.” He growls.
“My boss has some questions for you.”
“You’re boss? The bird?” He means Neke. Michael rolls his eyes.
“Of course I do. Look who I asked to live with me…” Neke smirks, rolling her shoulder as Casey focusses.
“I’m not a bird, though I channel a couple of mean ones. Would you like to see one of them, or will you answer the questions I have?” She sounds so sweet!
Then again, she has a Michael to do the heavy work for her.
“You recognise the image. Who gave it to you and why?”
“Look I don’t know what you want Lady but I ain’t sayin’ nothin.”
Michael sighs. “That means you will say something.”
“Uh, what? No. I ain’t tellin.”
“It’s a double negative. If you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ then you ARE going to say something.”
The guy pauses, trying to work this out. Michael shakes his head. “Cretin.”
And then puts his weight on the guys chest.
“Ow ow ow ow! Yes! Yes! Okay?! I recognize it. My boys are supposed to have it locked up tight. Dunno why you’ve got it. Came down from high up. Salieri made a deal, rumor goes. I dunno for sure that’s just what I heard!”
“Michael. Not everyone had the benefit of a grade school education.” Neke says mildly, though she’s highly amused. “You need to speak in simple words or they don’t understand you.”
She’s being cutting and she knows it.
“That’s a good start. As to why I have it. Your boys are probably getting picked by the boys in blue, anytime now. All gift wrapped with the drugs you had stashed in the hall closet.” She smiles brightly. “Salieri made a deal, huh. Are you sure it’s just rumour?” Michaels weight on his chest should determine whether there’s more to that.
“What else have you heard? Which Salieri and where can we find them?”
“Right sorry.” Michael says and leans down on the man a bit harder. “Your English sucks. Is that simple enough?”
“I think he might have understood that Neke.”
Casey swears when Neke tells him that his boys are getting arrested along with their stash.
Michael stomps him a bit. “Hey. Watch your language around the lady.” He’s having an unreasonable amount of fun with this.
“Ow Shi- OW!” Casey glares up at Michael but looking at that metal hand makes him think twice. He’s already gotten punched once.
“Salieri spends his time closer to the city. Schmoozin’ I guess. Or somethin’ I don’t know. And yeah it was just a rumor but it was from a very reliable source. Some rich guy paid Sal and a couple of other of the syndicates a bunch of money to keep things for him. Said he was goin’ somewhere but that he’d be back for it. Real rich kind of motherf- OW.”
“I think he did too, Michael. But I think your boot might have had an impact as well.” She doesn’t tell him to remove it though, just crouches down closer to Casey and … growls. “I’m a gentle thing, unused to such language. My friend here is very careful of my … sensibilities.”
“Who was your source?” Simple questions that Casey won’t have trouble understanding. “And where can find Sal and the others?”
“I’ve got a buddy who drives Salieri around sometimes, okay?” Casey says having a little trouble breathing until Michael eases up. Just a tad. He gasps and sucks in a deep breath.
“Wherever the business is, Man? He’s down at the Purple Note, sometimes.”
“Jazz club. Kinda. Rumor is they do some seedy business in the backrooms. But they’re long closed now.” Michael supplies.
Because the Jazz club operates like a proper business and not a dive bar.
“He’s not there every day. But he never goes a week without showin’ up there. Usually a few times a week.” Casey adds.
“How helpful.” Michael murmurs. “We can’t have him warning his boss, you know.”
Neke stands, smooths out her pants and straightens her top a bit before looking down at the man on the ground. “There a code or pass phrase to get to see him?” Oh yeah. Jazz Club. Right up the channeller’s aisle.
Poor Michael. It’ll be a chance for them to get dressed up, though. Won’t it?
“A few times a week. Which days are his usual?” Neke presses, nodding to the Michael. “Frisk him. See what he’s carrying. There’ll be something we can use to … detain … him.”
Michael leans over and literally flips the guy over. To frisk him. Military stile. The first thing he does is kick him in the balls.
That is actually how it happens.
It doesn’t take too long for Michael to relieve Casey of a gun, a phone, two packages of drugs, a wallet and several condoms. Ah. Zip ties. There we go. The Cat-Changer uses those.
“Right. CPD for him too?”
Neke winces in sympathy for Casey as Michaels foot connects solidly. She’s been taught the same, of course, but it’s no less shocking.
“CPD as well.” she nods to the Panther changer, grinning slightly. “Make sure we put in for the bounty on him, though. I really must start carrying ribbon, if we’re going to make a habit of this.”
She looks to the pub and sighs a little “Did you want to finish your drink? We might not be welcome inside.”
“Little red and green ribbon? With lace? We can do them up holiday style for Christmas if you like. Gift wrap them for the CPD.”
Michael grins. He’ll make sure they get paid. CPD bounties aren’t a huge chunk of their income but every little bit helps and he’s going to take the money since they’re doing all the work here.”
“Eh. Not really my kind of bar. If you want to wrap this up and head back into the nice part of town I’m sure we can find a bar that IS my type of bar.” Beat. “If we do am I gonna wind up pulling another guy off you? Or you off another guy?”
Neke shrugs. “It’s coming up on Easter. Blue and Pink and Yellow, I would think.” she says lightly. This evening had been … kinda fun.
“Something more upmarket is more my scene.” She smirks at her partner when he asks the question. “I guess that depends … ”
Depends on … what, Neke?
“We could dye them. And hide them in the long grass for the cops to find?” Michael suggests. Oh sure, the crooks would love to be the easter eggs in an egg hunt. And the cops would love finding them. Definitely.
Michael stretches and rolls Casey over with his foot once more. “Depends on what now?” He’s already moving away from the bar, presuming she’ll follow.
“That’s a good idea. I like that.” Neke grins, turning to follow Michael as he moves.
“Hmmmm? Oh…” the grin widens and she looks at her partner as they head to their car. “… whether you let me jump you instead…”
Clearly, it’s been a good night for the spirit caller and she’s in a *very* good mood.
“Well…” Michael gets in the car and grins across at his partner. “If I do who’s going to pull you off of me?”
The car pulls out and guns it down the lane. They’re going to go find a classier gin joint, thank you very much.