This has to be a first – now I’m not investigating a person, but a whole district. Omaha. What DreamCorp wants with the place, I’m not sure, but it sounds like there’s got to be some good loot to be had there. Not without danger, sure, but there might be a chance I can find out more about my grandfather, and help the group make a bit of a profit while I’m at it. It’s nice being reunited with these goons again – helps me feel at ease. Not that I felt much better when Wormwood started getting spooky about Eris. But the monetary compensation DreamCorp was offering for this salvage operation was too good to pass up, despite my reservations about the operation.
Pitbull – I had no idea, but he’s just learned to read not ten years ago. A bit of a shock to me, but I’ll be damned if he’s not trying his hardest – heck, I’ve never even read the Art of War!
Pacoy – Kid’s got some real sass and fire to him, that’s for sure. He seemed quite taken with the Eris girl when she started throwing dollar signs around.
Wormwood – It’s good to see he’s got a wicked sense of humor, despite all the odd goings on in his personal life. I get a feeling that his personal life is going to start intruding on our professional life real soon, though. I was none too pleased when the news came on about one of his victims being murdered. Then again, I doubt he was either.
This Eris lady is late again, and came along bearing bad news – I’ve irked some people before, but I’ve never had a bounty put on my head before. Seems like someone Eris reports to sprung a leak. This has turned into a region-wide treasure hunt, and we’re behind on the game, and still have to get our hands on equipment. At least we were able to get our hands on the Amur and put in orders to collect along the way. Just as we were set to take off, gunfire from out of nowhere. What is going on?
Pitbull – If we’ve got a bounty on our heads, Pitbull’s skills are going to be more valuable than ever before, and that’s saying something.
Pacoy – Heck of a materials man – seemed to positively enjoy himself doing a spot of shopping.
Wormwood – He looks almost normal when he ditches that lunatic goth getup he’s so fond of – he could stand to grow a bit of facial hair and look more respectable.
The doors to the car snapped closed faster than a pro skirt’s when the dosh ran out, and no sooner had they done so then some goons emptied their bean-shooters at us. It was touch and go for a while, until Wormwood dumped some oil on the road and caused… a bit of a mess – that’ll be on the vidcasts for sure.
Pitbull – Kid’s got some stone cold hands – managed to plug one of the brutes after us with one hand out of the wheel, motoring out of the parking lot. Got a lot to want for in the music department, that’s for sure – it grates and grumbles worse than he does.
Pacoy – I never imagined he’d handle a rifle like a lover, but the man’s got talents I never imagined. Managing to plug a tire on a car travelling at top speeds during a high speed pursuit? Color me impressed.
Wormwood – I can’t imagine why he’d have that slipspray on him, but I can’t fault him, as it seems to come in handy. Though he seems to be causing more havoc and collateral damage than he is to the beakheads following us. At least he’s got a decent taste in music.
We’ve gone from a heart-pounding car chase to a painfully slow slog in less than a few hours. I haven’t seen traffic this bad since the last time the Russian mob went to war against the Gems – the ensuing rush to get out of the way locked the streets down for six hours, effectively giving the Gems enough time to prepare an adequate defense. It was nice of Veracity to show up and call in a favor for us – I’ve never had a police escort before, and it was certainly more refreshing than our encounter earlier in the day. Sweetened by it being our old friend, Sergeant Taffy. Things went swimmingly
Pitbull – Can’t believe this guy – bringing an illegal weapon to a border crossing? I understand he doesn’t like to be without it, but this is a bit much. When we get done with this, I’m tempted to see if I can use part of my share to buy Pitbull some singing lessons, as a gift to myself…
Pacoy – He was pretty quiet in the gridlock, but I have a feeling that before the job is out, he’s going to be helping Eris out in more ways than just with her cameras. Slick the way he handled bribing the border guard – I was worried they were going to pinch us for having a fugitive, a criminal, and an illegal rifle in the car.
Wormie-woo – Never thought his stalker-habits would come in handy in planning a route out of this gridlocked hole, but I’m willing to be suprised.
The first stop before our journey can truly begin: Expedition Equipment Exporters. But after being kept up all night by the uncomfortable seats and Pitbull’s snoring, I am looking forward to a spot of shopping. Gosh, I’m starting to sound like Anita. We’re finally geared up and ready to get this journey on the road.
Pitbull – For an army brat, he sure is picky about what he eats! Not suprising that he knows a bit about the Nomad tribes. Got a gentle sense of humor on him, considering his roots. Sometimes, at any rate. Other times it’s downright crass, but amusing.
Pacoy – After we got out of traffic, he’s been a bit more chipper. I think he’s looking forward to the salvage operation. The kid seems extremely anxious to stay off Eris’ camera, and there’s got to be a real good reason for it. Still got a good joke or two, that’s for sure.
Wormwood – This man is quite the savior – hot coffee after a night suffering through Pitbull’s snoring was a life saver, and I don’t necessarily mean my own. Fairly sure I pulled a muscle when he broke our little battle with that gut-buster of his, though. Gotta keep a close eye on this one. Hopefully I didn’t make a mistake with that bottle of liquor…
Out in the middle of nowhere, it’s just our luck that we run into some chaps ambushing some Adopters. Of course, good samaritans that we are, intervention was on the menu today. Unfortunately, I think we took the worst of it.
Pitbull – Once the ambush kicked off and he got out of the car, Pitbull seemed to be in his element – I’m pretty sure he enjoyed every second of this attempted ambush.
Pacoy – This is the first time I’ve had to see him truly enjoy his ’bots, and despite losing one of them, I must say, they seem fragile, but pack a heck of a wallop.
Wormwood – This boy is jumping at shadows that aren’t there – an ambush on an abandoned highway that nobody ever travels? Seems like he has a good stomach for bad situations, though this time it mangled his hand up something terrible. It seems to have… soured his mood slightly.
I thought we had it bad in that ambush, but there’s a poor gal who’s had half her face torn to pieces… if she wasn’t already loaded for bear with metal under her skin, I daresay she’d have died a long time ago. Scared, frightened, alone, and lifeless – yeah, she’s got it worse off. Not that she knows it – as an early model android, she’s pretty special, but it begs the question: why is she all the way out here? Who was her master and how long has she been running back to him?
Pitbull – He’s pretty cautious, which is understandable, but the poor girl had seen much better days – she wasn’t about to start anything. Did a right proper job during the interrogation, though it was a bit cruel for him to knock that poor man out and leave him the way he did.
Pacoy – He seems happy enough to be patching Wormwood up – I guess working with small mechanical parts would make you pretty good at patching up flesh and bone. Although he seemed pretty hyped about the damedroid – the poor boy needs to get out more! He’s definiately perked up and gotten livelier – I think this trip is doing some good.
Wormwood – He’s holding up well for a man whose hand is barely holding together. Still, in good spirits – enough to crack wise a bit. Smart move on his part to take what we can from the buggies that were shooting at us – we are here to salvage, after all.