"All I need," Echelon told Vincent via a synthesized voice that sounded a bit like a bandsaw, "Are some motor servos, a one-terrabyte HDD, at least two metres of electric cable, and a rudimentary humanoid-sized skeleton robot or construction kit. Cheapest one you can find will do."
She then made a pause to think about the person who'd basically given her the new lease on life, "Furthermore, despite Pavone-Fleshbag's lack of sanity, his grappling hook design with Seiren-Fleshbag might work. I will pay you back - somehow."
Echelon sat and stayed where she was. She didn't like this. She wanted to be more mobile, to move, to act, to experience. She wanted to LIVE. To be unable to move or feel was almost a death sentence. Fortunately for her, fleshbag-Vincent seemed to be playing into her gripping implements as planned.
She had an excellent poker face too.
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After paying for drinks and exiting the Bar with Robert, Daxle and Mrs. Yamada in tow, Mr. Yamada looked for an entertainment venue with a video projection, popcorn, drinks and a wide selection of movies available, ranging from drama, action, comedy and horror. The following movies were showing that evening:
Ferrous Cinema said:
1 - Beneath The Stars of Uxtgutu (Horror)
2 - Dave the Marine VI - The Final Fight of Dave (Action)
3 - Look at this Shit and Laugh (Comedy)
4 - The Bloodening Part 9: The Bloody and Explosive War (War)
5 - The Delsaurian Eggs Fiasco (Crime)
6 - It Wasn't There Anymore (Drama)
With an interesting smattering of movies, buttery salty popcorn, sugary fizzy drinks and a half-asleep desk clerk ready to take the team's orders, all the team had to do was decide which movie to pick.
"All of them seem interesting," Mr. Yamada said, scratching his chin and frowning as he found that he couldn't make his mind up, "What do you guys think?"
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The homeless man shook his head upon hearing Uriel's story, "They were the Mob. Not the this gang or that team or other gang, but The Mob. Pure and simple. They control most of the crime in the city, ranging from racketeering, protection money, laundering... guess what stung me?"
He chuckled with a half-defiant, half-heartbroken tone of voice before sighing, pausing to gather his thoughts and continue, "Used to own a shop, had a bad few months, nobody was buying ... Couldn't pay the money, they torched the place, took wife and kids, made me watch ... you know the rest."
Upon reflection, he thought of something that'd hit him like a train when he DID realise it. It just took him a while for his brain's other functions to wake up as intelligent conversation had gotten his cognition into gear, "Wait. You aren't seriously considering taking on the mob
by yourself, are you?"