Anyhoo. Jimmy. Jimmy McNullty. Old
McDonald had a farm. Heeyah-heeyah-ho. … I feel Indiana-Jonish. So
I still am a wee bit beside my usual, great self. Should've kept some
whisky around. I'd give Leofwyr's left leg for a bottle of a decent
malt right now. Thank the gods he can't read this. I think he'll be
pissed.
We met Jimmy couple days ago, november 20th. In a bar which is called Home of the Brave. No shit. … How am I supposed to write this shit down, when alomst every detail is an invite to be … whatever.
Jimmy is late. The meet finally takes palce in the vip section. He says he requires „professional assistance“. Says he doesnt need killers. Says he needs men who are able to do dangerous stuff discretely. I should staple my right eyebrow to my receding hairline.
The target's name rolls right of your tongue. Hosé Carrero. Carrero is retired, allegedly, and was last located in NorCalina. I remember some of it. Supposed to be sort of place for the retired.
Jimmy wants Hosé. Alive. Wants to ask him some questions. We're supposed to get him. But without any info on his emmo, his whereabouts, his contacts, his whatever. We leave with nothing but the labels „assassin“ and „big shot“. Our contact is a hacker, again. Vegas.
Redding looks like A Fistful Dollars meets TWD. Electricity off, stations for horses, you name it. Our first stop is a drug store. A literal one. „The Land of the Free“. Leo and Aaron do the talking here. I cover the exit but in the end I tend to be curious so I take a look around. One jar says „The Yellow Brick Road“. I. am. Not. Kidding.
This place (Redding, not the store) is run by two groups. The elves and the Chinese Triad. Since I am not very fond of pointies, I stay in the car while Leo and Aaron go talk to them.
One of the Jacked Ups tells Aaron, that Hosé fucked up the chinese. Killed bout 50 guys. We decide to set up surveillance at the free country. So its hide and seek for a while. Until there's a big van. We wait until everybodys gone. There is some wolf thingy in the basement. Aaron doesn't like it. This looks like some worship place. I remember something liek this. Lone Star had this incident. Dozens of agents dead.
So we have to deal with a werewolf. Awesome. We need silver. Vegas helps us out. He doesnt want anything in return. This is weird. He even has some spanish dude with a workshop on speed dial. Leo manages to manufacture some silver bullets. And a collar and handcuffs as well. Sweet. Can't wait to force these things on Hosé el Lobo. We go to the plantation. I send Leofwyr out first to have a look. It's a full moon. Of course it is.
Leo and i take out the two smokes on the back stairs. The second Hosé begins ti change Aaron confuses him. I slap the collar around his neck. „You have the right to remain silent.“ Ha Ha. Aaron's spirit just swallows one of the guys on Werewolf's security detail. I call for Lofwyr. He sends the second guy to nirvana while I knock out the no-wolf-anymore. We head back to the shop. Grenade the wolf head thingy. Aaron's really not fine here. Tries to destroy the left over thingy with a huge spell. Fails. Melts the floor. Leo shoots it with a shrug of his shoulders and another silver bullet.
We met Jimmy couple days ago, november 20th. In a bar which is called Home of the Brave. No shit. … How am I supposed to write this shit down, when alomst every detail is an invite to be … whatever.
Jimmy is late. The meet finally takes palce in the vip section. He says he requires „professional assistance“. Says he doesnt need killers. Says he needs men who are able to do dangerous stuff discretely. I should staple my right eyebrow to my receding hairline.
The target's name rolls right of your tongue. Hosé Carrero. Carrero is retired, allegedly, and was last located in NorCalina. I remember some of it. Supposed to be sort of place for the retired.
Jimmy wants Hosé. Alive. Wants to ask him some questions. We're supposed to get him. But without any info on his emmo, his whereabouts, his contacts, his whatever. We leave with nothing but the labels „assassin“ and „big shot“. Our contact is a hacker, again. Vegas.
Redding looks like A Fistful Dollars meets TWD. Electricity off, stations for horses, you name it. Our first stop is a drug store. A literal one. „The Land of the Free“. Leo and Aaron do the talking here. I cover the exit but in the end I tend to be curious so I take a look around. One jar says „The Yellow Brick Road“. I. am. Not. Kidding.
This place (Redding, not the store) is run by two groups. The elves and the Chinese Triad. Since I am not very fond of pointies, I stay in the car while Leo and Aaron go talk to them.
One of the Jacked Ups tells Aaron, that Hosé fucked up the chinese. Killed bout 50 guys. We decide to set up surveillance at the free country. So its hide and seek for a while. Until there's a big van. We wait until everybodys gone. There is some wolf thingy in the basement. Aaron doesn't like it. This looks like some worship place. I remember something liek this. Lone Star had this incident. Dozens of agents dead.
So we have to deal with a werewolf. Awesome. We need silver. Vegas helps us out. He doesnt want anything in return. This is weird. He even has some spanish dude with a workshop on speed dial. Leo manages to manufacture some silver bullets. And a collar and handcuffs as well. Sweet. Can't wait to force these things on Hosé el Lobo. We go to the plantation. I send Leofwyr out first to have a look. It's a full moon. Of course it is.
Leo and i take out the two smokes on the back stairs. The second Hosé begins ti change Aaron confuses him. I slap the collar around his neck. „You have the right to remain silent.“ Ha Ha. Aaron's spirit just swallows one of the guys on Werewolf's security detail. I call for Lofwyr. He sends the second guy to nirvana while I knock out the no-wolf-anymore. We head back to the shop. Grenade the wolf head thingy. Aaron's really not fine here. Tries to destroy the left over thingy with a huge spell. Fails. Melts the floor. Leo shoots it with a shrug of his shoulders and another silver bullet.
