[center][h1][i][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4415293][img]https://i.imgur.com/BmllA6L.png[/img][color=red] Jacob Hunter[/color][/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4412891][color=39b54a]Damian Jansenn [img]https://i.imgur.com/8mUMcIw.png[/img][/color][/url][/i][/h1][/center][hr]
Nighttime in Night City. That’s when everything truly came alive. Damian’s place was no different. Once the suits were done with their boring daytime jobs, the allure of the nightlife called to them. It didn’t matter whether they were single, married, or brought their significant other along. Damian had something for everyone.
Tonight was little different than normal. DJ had arrived in the early afternoon, making the rounds and ensuring everyone was comfortable. He nodded to Jay, the security muscle he had hired. Nothing out of the ordinary. A few hours from now, DJ would be several hundred bucks richer, even after paying all his help. That’s just how it went. Once you were in with the corps, you owned a part of the world, at least until someone proved themselves more useful.
A few big shots came in early, flashing their cash and making demands that Damian was more than happy to acquiesce to. Should any requests make his girls uncomfortable, most of them knew how to deal with their patrons. If things got too heated, that’s what Jay was for. Around eight, one of the patrons dropped an extra $50 tip behind when he left. At least, DJ assumed it was a tip, like he did when anyone overpaid. In true social grace, DJ waited for the man to leave before taking a closer look. [b][color=39b54a]”Dammit... fake.”[/color][/b] DJ was about to crumple the bill and throw it away when a line of writing caught his eye. [b][color=39b54a]”A red warehouse? At the docks...”[/color][/b] The bill dropped into the trashcan. There was little that could be more profitable than his own business. If one of the corps wanted him, they could tell him to his face.


Jacob stood in the alley behind the establishment, an unshakeable sly grin creeping up the side of his face as he playfully shook his head and brought a lit cigarette to his lips. There were definitely some perks to this job, flirting with the working girls was one. Rochelle, a particular sassy one was his favourite. She really knew how to tease a man and was as quick witted as they come. While many girls had offered him their services, some out of attraction, others out of boredom, and on a few occasions, despite policy, he accepted, Rochelle made herself untouchable and that was her allure.
Jay was so in his own world daydreaming of things that would never be that he nearly didn't even notice the delivery man drop a box and spill product all over the floor. [b][color=red]"Oh for fuck sake!"[/color][/b] he curses at the guy as his heightened sense of smell was suddenly overwhelmed by that of citrus fruits. Cigaret still lit hanging in the corner of his mouth he kneels down with a groan and begins collecting and re-boxing the fruit. [b][color=red]"Either we sell too many girly drinks or our girls are heavy drinkers!"[/color][/b] Jay says jokingly with a soft chuckle to the guy he just scolded unnecessarily over a simple mistake.
He thought it rather odd to be rewarded fruit for his help when they just received a whole box. Perhaps it was just odd humour, but then he realised the fruit wasn't even real and decided the guy was just being a smug jackass. Looking around for the culprit he realised the delivery van was already gone and he could no longer smell the guys presence. Angered he squeezed the fake fruit, it was pretty strong. He considered tossing it down the alley or simply crushing it but then he thought it might make a nice ornament.
With one last hit of his cigaret he drops it to the ground and grinds it out with the toe of his boot. Tossing the polymer tangerine up and catching in the same hand, Jacob checks the alley one last time before stepping back inside and locking the metal door shut behind him.


It was only a short walk to find Damian. Jacob threw the fake fruit over to him. [b][color=red]"Check out what I just got for being on my best behaviour."[/color][/b] he says with a laugh as he looks around the near empty room. He gives Sarah, a curvy blonde, a nod and a smile as he passes her on his way to the bar. Serving himself a non alcoholic drink he continues talking. [b][color=red]"Thinking we can put it on a shelf or I could gi... Hey man wait. Oh damn! Why did ya have to go and break it?[/color][/b]
Damian caught the fruit with his left hand as it was tossed. [i][color=39b54a]Angel? Analysis,[/color][/i] he thought to himself, focusing his cybernetic eye on the material. There was definitely something odd about this. As the composite analysis popped up on DJ’s HUD, he switched his optics to a more penetrating beam. Sure enough, there was writing on the inside with the same message he had seen before. Damian crushed the fruit to Jay’s perturbation and thrust the half with the writing into his guard’s face.
[b][color=39b54a]”That’s the second note I’ve seen on this today,”[/color][/b] Damian said. [b][color=39b54a]”Obviously someone wants us to go. If they went through enough trouble to give us both notes, I have a feeling there’s something useful waiting for us.”[/color][/b] Damian turned to Sarah, adjusting his optics back to the standard clothing-defying setting he usually left it on. [b][color=39b54a]”Sarah, baby. Jay and I have to run. Could you have Rochelle work the front? If anyone gives you trouble, I’m sure Kass can take care of it.”[/color][/b] Although Kass was one of the workers, she also was DJ’s muscle before Jay had come on board. Handy to have a good-looking gal to step in with a gentler touch when someone as brawny as Jay could scare off a customer from future payments.
Jay didn't like leaving the girls to fend for themselves, for multiple reasons, but beyond the usual noise things had been getting pretty quiet and steady of late. This, well this was something new. Something they had never dealt with before and it smelt a lot like trouble. With an excited grin he replied. [b][color=red]"A'rite, Let's go do this!"[/color][/b]


As normal Jacob brought the car around without need for further instructions. With it running he waited out the front for Damian as he set up the destination. Wasn't too far. Damian plugged the location into Angel, and her instructions seemed to correspond with the directions given on the fake orange. Well, it was useful to check, at least. Once he was certain everyone would be fine on their own, Damian joined Jay in the company car, pointing out the path to traverse.
Damian was a man of few words when he wasn’t mooching on the corps, but even he felt compelled to speak up as they began the drive to the docks. [b][color=39b54a]”What do you make of this, Jay?”[/color][/b] he asked. [b][color=39b54a]”Trap, work, or something else?”[/color][/b]
Jacob laughs. [b][color=red]"It seems to be too obvious to be a trap but that could be the genius behind it. I gotta say if we roll up and just get mowed down it's gonna be pretty disappointing."[/color][/b] Jacob's smile fades as he considers the stupidity of walking right into this without knowing more. [b][color=red]"Got any guns in the trunk?"[/color][/b] he asks half seriously looking over to his boss. [b][color=red]"Could be a ploy to get us out the club, I'll call the desk if you want. We don't have unsettled debts do we? None of our, ah, 'arrangements' have changed have they?"[/color][/b] Jacob was prying into parts of the business that were not his, but Damien would know he was just doing his job and covering all bases.
Without a word, Damian reached forward to the glove compartment and opened it. Inside was a simple revolver, not powerful enough to contend with any real threats, but enough to make someone hesitate before jumping into a situation they would regret. DJ withdrew a package of bullets, inserting them into the chambers. To the untrained eye, Damian appeared comfortable with the task, but in reality, he had called up an instruction video with Angel’s help on how one loads this particular model.
[b][color=39b54a]"Guns aren’t really my thing,”[/color][/b] Damian replied shortly as he checked that the safety was engaged. DJ then placed the weapon into the cupholder in the console between them, not wanting to handle the weapon any longer than necessary. [b][color=39b54a]"And nothing unusual has happened. Just the regular. If anyone wanted me dead, why would they invite my security guard along? This all smells fishy, apropos as we are heading to the docks.”[/color][/b] Jay slightly smirked at the pun. 


It wasn't until a bit later when the vehicle pulled up to a complete stop just a small way from their destination did Jacob take the gun. Quickly getting out the car he tucked it into the back of his jeans under his belt as he looked over their surroundings with his left eye. [b][color=red]"I see see a few heat signatures inside the warehouse but nothing else suspicious, you?[/color][/b] He asked his boss, well aware his cyberoptic was superior. Excitement, duty and nerves drove Jacob to the front door, pushing it open he went inside. A moment later he waves Damian in.
Damian simply nodded his assent as Jay opened the door. DJ entered the building a few steps behind his bodyguard, his gait showing an air of confidence as he glanced around. Those who had gathered seemed a fairly eclectic group, many of whom had fairly impressive cybernetic devices, but none seemed to be individually more dangerous than himself or Jay. From the way they looked at each other, it was fairly evident many had received the same instructions. One of the ladies looked up from the game she was playing on her phone and mentioned a coaster, at which point Damian held up the faux fruit. [b][color=39b54a]“We got an orange,”[/color][/b] he replied. [b][color=39b54a]”Anyone know who’s in charge here?”[/color][/b]