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How many arcs are there in total? Just curious.
"With me then," Dallen told the hooker, handing her over the caps discretely. As Breckinridge moved, so did he. Dallen quickly got up, picking up the hooker's red wine drink while putting his free arm over her shoulders. "Play along, and I'll double the caps."
The pair began stumbling toward the exit, just before Breckinridge made it out. Giving the hooker a kiss for a moment, he turned just in time to knock into Breckinridge, pouring the red wine all over his suit. With a slight of hand, he gracefully pickpocketed Breckinridge and slid the map into his own sleeve.
"Oh shit I'm sorry man," Dallen spoke, grabbing a small towel from one of the poker tables and patting Breckinridge's stained suit with it. "Here, let me..."
It was clear the man didn't want to be cleaned, so Dallen ceased and let the man keep moving on. He expressed a lot of guilt, but after awhile he turned his attention back to the hooker, kissing her again passionately and ignoring what had just happened. With a shrug of his shoulders, he and the hooker exited the casino and slowly followed behind Breckinridge, carefully staying hidden in the dark shadows of the alleyway. With a good distance in between them and using the moon above as a light source, Dallen looked at the map.
The pair began stumbling toward the exit, just before Breckinridge made it out. Giving the hooker a kiss for a moment, he turned just in time to knock into Breckinridge, pouring the red wine all over his suit. With a slight of hand, he gracefully pickpocketed Breckinridge and slid the map into his own sleeve.
"Oh shit I'm sorry man," Dallen spoke, grabbing a small towel from one of the poker tables and patting Breckinridge's stained suit with it. "Here, let me..."
It was clear the man didn't want to be cleaned, so Dallen ceased and let the man keep moving on. He expressed a lot of guilt, but after awhile he turned his attention back to the hooker, kissing her again passionately and ignoring what had just happened. With a shrug of his shoulders, he and the hooker exited the casino and slowly followed behind Breckinridge, carefully staying hidden in the dark shadows of the alleyway. With a good distance in between them and using the moon above as a light source, Dallen looked at the map.
Breckinridge. Dallen took another hit of his cigarette, looking around the room once more. Rickman, the mark, wasn't anywhere to be seen. Who knew where he was, it didn't matter. The target would eventually show up sometime. For now, his focus shifted toward Breckinridge. Supposedly the well dressed man had information on the Pagans, but after listening in to the conversation he was having, he wasn't so sure. 'What the hell would anyone want with a haunted chasm? Maybe he was part of some cult, using Pagan blood for some reason. Maybe he was another mercenary trying to find an end to his current job? Maybe he was just a curious architect? Who fucking cares?'
Dallen found himself wondering why he was wondering about all this anyway. The way he figured it, was that there was only one option here. Wait it out and follow him until they were alone, then make him tell him everything. Just like Alejandro. It was only a matter of time before the man had to take a piss. Speaking of that, Dallen felt his own plan turn on him as he realized it was about time for him to break the seal. Finishing off his drink and smoke, Dallen made his way to the restroom. The toilets were actually cleaned, which was a nice surprise. Everything else was a bit half assed, but good enough compared to the wasteland. After taking a piss, he scoped out the area of the room. More than the piss itself, he came in the restroom to see if it would be a good place to interrogate. The music coming from the casino was loud enough for it to work, and there was an old wooden chair near the door that he could prop against it so that they would be alone. The only issue would be how fast he would have to get the information, since a locked bathroom door could raise unwanted attention. It wasn't the best of places, but it would do if it came down to it.
Dallen exited once he was finished observing, then took back to his seat at the bar. Who knew, maybe the guy would leave soon and he'd be able to get him in the alleyway. Regardless, Dallen decided to continue to listen in, while simultaneously winking at one of the prettier hookers that just came in. At least he thought she was a hooker anyway. He flipped a casino chip through his fingers as he ordered more drinks, this time for himself and the lady. He made sure she saw his plentiful caps as he paid, then he waved her over to him. The hooker made her way to his side, a nice, playful smile across her lips.
"How much?" Dallen asked.
Dallen found himself wondering why he was wondering about all this anyway. The way he figured it, was that there was only one option here. Wait it out and follow him until they were alone, then make him tell him everything. Just like Alejandro. It was only a matter of time before the man had to take a piss. Speaking of that, Dallen felt his own plan turn on him as he realized it was about time for him to break the seal. Finishing off his drink and smoke, Dallen made his way to the restroom. The toilets were actually cleaned, which was a nice surprise. Everything else was a bit half assed, but good enough compared to the wasteland. After taking a piss, he scoped out the area of the room. More than the piss itself, he came in the restroom to see if it would be a good place to interrogate. The music coming from the casino was loud enough for it to work, and there was an old wooden chair near the door that he could prop against it so that they would be alone. The only issue would be how fast he would have to get the information, since a locked bathroom door could raise unwanted attention. It wasn't the best of places, but it would do if it came down to it.
Dallen exited once he was finished observing, then took back to his seat at the bar. Who knew, maybe the guy would leave soon and he'd be able to get him in the alleyway. Regardless, Dallen decided to continue to listen in, while simultaneously winking at one of the prettier hookers that just came in. At least he thought she was a hooker anyway. He flipped a casino chip through his fingers as he ordered more drinks, this time for himself and the lady. He made sure she saw his plentiful caps as he paid, then he waved her over to him. The hooker made her way to his side, a nice, playful smile across her lips.
"How much?" Dallen asked.
So, might be a bit much. I just went for it.
Lol. Thank you, you gave me something to read on my lunch break...cause I forgot my sandwich today.
lol. i was googling that shit for nothing ha.
sorry really short again, but I don't know anything about the salt lake chasm, im assuming its from one of the games?
Nothing. His plan didn't work, however, Dallen figured that as long as he stuck around the place, he might eventually catch a glimpse of Rickman. About a drink and a half in, two guys came near to him and sat at their own table. One of them could be this Breckinridge guy, or they could just be two nobodies. Without having much else to do at the current moment, Dallen decided to stay put, order another whiskey on the rocks, and listen in. He sat back in his stool as he fired up another smoke.
I also might be away til Mon. Or tues. Kingfisher, feel free to continue those guys convo while dallen listens. Or dont, and ill think of something later.
Dallen made his way back to the streets of New Reno, calmly making his way toward the Imperial. He smoked another cigarette as he walked past the vibrant colors and polluted air, wondering for a second where the others had run off to. He carried Alejandro's backpack of chems over his suit, yet under his trench coat, so that no one who may have known the guy would recognize his bag. Flicking his cigarette away, he entered the Imperial and went straight to the bar. Best place to start, he figured.
"Whiskey," he ordered, putting a few caps on the table. "Nice place, given the circumstances of the shit world we live in. Give my compliments to whoever manages this place. I know the Torres family owns it, but it's got to take a real stand out to manage it."
He gave out the bait, hoping it would work. If not, he'd drink his drink and try another method. Dallen took a quick look around to observe his surroundings, noting the different types that came here as opposed to the Shark Club. His honest opinion was that it was another shit hole, just like every other place he had been.
"Whiskey," he ordered, putting a few caps on the table. "Nice place, given the circumstances of the shit world we live in. Give my compliments to whoever manages this place. I know the Torres family owns it, but it's got to take a real stand out to manage it."
He gave out the bait, hoping it would work. If not, he'd drink his drink and try another method. Dallen took a quick look around to observe his surroundings, noting the different types that came here as opposed to the Shark Club. His honest opinion was that it was another shit hole, just like every other place he had been.
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