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[b][color=634533]Location:[/color][/b] River Port Streets
[b][color=634533]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] [@Conscripts] [@mole]
[b][color=634533]Equipment: [/color][/b] Knife, drugs, and wallet looted from dope peddler
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The laugh that rolled out was all bourbon and poker chips. [color=C2B4A7]“What kinda lunatic you figure me for, big fella?”[/color] The orc didn’t answer, and Vasco didn’t give him one either.

Aurora’s talk of goodness set his skin crawling something fierce. There was a way about her faith in him that felt wrong, a silk handkerchief wrapped around a lead pipe. Couldn’t figure why it bothered him so. Better to let sleeping dogs lie than chase that particular thought down any dark alleys.

Ahead loomed the storehouse, its roof cutting a jagged line against the sky. Barrock was yapping about being careful, about making plans. But the nut had Vasco’s blood singing a different tune altogether.

[color=C2B4A7]“Plan?”[/color] Backward he walked, arms spread wide, every bit the carnival barker. [color=C2B4A7]“What’s to plan? Big fellow like you ain’t exactly built for the quiet approach.”[/color] He jerked his chin toward Aurora. [color=C2B4A7]“And the dame ain’t gonna be throwing hands, is she?”[/color]

A crooked grin split his mug, all red-stained promises and bad decisions. [color=C2B4A7]“Here’s your plan: I’ll kick up enough dust out front to wake the dead, while you two slip in the back door and grab your princess.”[/color] The nut’s effects were really hitting now — turning everything bright, sharp and soft at the same time. His heart drummed a jazz beat against his ribs as his blood fizzed. [color=C2B4A7]“Simple as gin in a teacup.”[/color]

Without waiting for their verdict, off he went, riding that high wave right toward the man at the door. The guy barely had time to register surprise before knuckles introduced themselves to jaw with a satisfying crack that would’ve made Dempsey proud. The poor sap went flying through the door, and in followed a grinning mobster, devil himself dancing in his eyes.[/color]