RP: NSS Nerkat Long Night in Los Apagos

Harrison was hovering in mid-air, circling above the city rooftops and waiting for inspiration to strike him when his datapad buzzed- the beep would be lost in the roaring din that was his airbike. Catching the message, he whipped his bike around and flew off that way.

"Hey, maybe this'll work." Rose figured a bunch of common sleaze like that would have every stimulant known to the core worlds and worse on them. She used Kagura's datapad to log onto the chat, and promptly typed a rather lewd sounding request for them to wake her up. Because otherwise it would be 'boring' of course. After all they probably had no clue how bad she'd rip them up when she woke.

Tapping through another setting on the other Marine's communicator, she tried to see if there was any listing for the signature that Kagura's cybernetics could be pinpointed by.

Her fingers tapped across the pad while she tried to locate the missing soldier.

The address sent by Adrian, courtesy of the IPG, was a Los Apagos warehouse only about 6 blocks away from the bar Kagura's data pad was found in. A quick search on the interNEP also revealed it was listed with a business phone number to a company called "CH. Entertainment Inc".

Failing to get much of a helpful response, or anything useful from Kaugra's communicator, she checked Adrian's message. Laughing bitterly at herself for not doing it sooner. "That's fuck'n ironic.." She looked up at Gyles, and then to Fay. "We've found'm. Better keep up." The Medic ran off in the direction of the warehouse, damned if she'd let any other Marines go in there alone.

Blood would be spilled, a wave of nausea slowed her down half a block as that realization came to her. Resuming at a dead run for where purple was being held captive, and worse.

"S-SIR! THERE'S NO REASON TO DO THIS! I'M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!" Screamed the taxi driver, who had just urinated all over the seat he was in, now that he had the barrel of a .45 up to his temple. The barrel sometimes scraped across the corner of his eye when he took a really tight turn, and he as alternating between looking at the road, the gun to his head, and Ran's datapad, showing him the address that the Chief needed to be at immediately.

"Hurry the fuck up, cabby. I don't see that needle going into the red, yet." Ran's eyes were focused on the road in front of them, him being rather concerned that they would crash the taxi on their way over to save Kagura. "How the fuck did a Marine get kidnapped...?" He thought to himself, grunting in surprise as the car hit a rather deep pothole. "Goddamn, it's that fucking medic Adrian. I bet she got all fucked up on alcohol -and- those fucking drugs." When the car stopped at a red light...Ran didn't bother telling him to hurry up. There was a cop nearby, and someone holding a gun to a driver's head is a bad thing. Leaning back in the backseat, he tried to obtain their position on the map in front of him, showing their position and destination.

"...Alright, good. I'll get out here, cabby." He was half a block away, but getting there would require him to dodge in and out of several narrow alleyways to get there, and he couldn't force this poor guy to damage his car. "Keep the change." He threw 30 DA into the cab, 20 DA under what he actually owed, never mind payment for personal trauma. Hiding his gun in his pocket from the police officer, Ran immediately sprinted into the alley, taking a moment to notify the rest of the Marines of his position.

To: Everyone

I'm half a block away from the Kennewes Inn. I'll see you when I'm there. How many people are going for the party?

From: Ran

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He decided to make his message rather cryptic, to avoid -any- possibility of it being picked up and alerting anyone that could be monitoring traffic. Hopefully, his squad mates could pick up on the importance of the word "Kennewes" as meaning that "we're gonna kick ass", as well as the last part asking how many people are there. Setting his PDA on vibrate to avoid alerting anyone, he placed it back in his back pocket, pulled his pistol and one magazine out and ran towards the location.

Fay had waited around, not trying to get into the way. He had chased after Rose as she ran off. As the nausea hit her, the medic finally was able to catch up. "Are you alright?" he asked with a bit of concern in his voice. She may have only joined their group recently, but she was still a fellow marine.

Meanwhile, outside of the Los Apagos tavern, Johnny's Tuck...

As Babs trotted off to Rico and Autum, Gran felt a little left out. But no matter to that. He would only be left out if he let himself lag behind. He ran up right beside Babs and tried to stay close to her. He wasn't feeling quite confident enough to wrap and arm around her shoulder but would definately stay beside her. He smirked at her, and tried to make a joke. "Don't you try an run off on me." To say his knees were shaking would an overstatement. More like they were vibrating at a high frequency. His baggy jeans did well in hiding this fact.

Babs, firmly centered in Rico's left arm, turned her head back towards Gran and gave him a toothy little grin. "D'aaww, feelin' lonely back there, are ya?" she said, turning to face Rico as she reached around his waist. "I think he's gettin' lonely, baby!"

Autumn watched Babs and Gran with a grin as she looked back to Rico. "So have you thought of anything yet, babe?" She asked with a wink as she decided to ignore the noise and vibration coming from her datapad in her purse.

Gran didn't notice the same vibration in his pants. His DJ had run out of batteries awhile ago and the screen remained a dead black in his pocket. "Hey come on now..." He tried to think of something to finish that out, but was having a little bit of trouble. "I just had a near death experience on an airbike. I'm gonna be everybody's best friends for the next 24 hours."

"Best to start celebrating life then! Get lost in someone's sweet caress or...something," Autumn suggested thougtfully to Gran, still grinning.

Rico, highly amused by the exchange between Babs and Gran, turned to Autumn as they walked through the doors into Johnny’s Tuck. The bar was moderately busy tonight, with patrons occupying most of the barstools at the back of the building, while a few booth seats and tables remained unoccupied along the walls. Faint, jazzy music wafted through the air from a colorful old-time jukebox behind the counter, and as per Los Apagos bar standards, the whole place was pleasantly lit by the faint glow of pale yellow from the hanging argon lamps.

Sergeant Sanroma chuckled a little, rubbing Autumns shoulder a bit to acknowledge her question. “I got a general idea. Involves you, me, couple a’ drinks, maybe Babs here too if she plays her cards right, eh?”

Babs turned and gave Rico an amused raise of her eyebrow being her set of pearly whites. “Sh’yeah, right. In yer dreams, baby,” the young woman said playfully, pulling herself away from Rico and promptly dragging Gran up to replace him. In a rather forceful manner, of course. “So,” Babs said after she was satisfied with the position of her hand around Gran’s waist. “How’s ‘bout we sit in the ol’ spot, for ol’ times sake, baby?” She questioned, motioning a nod towards an empty booth in the corner.

Rico sighed, then smiled again in his usual way. “Sure, why not.”

Autumn smiled warmly as she hugged Rico's right arm, "Rico, babe, one thing you outta know is that I dont do anything drunk that I ain't willing to do sober," she grinned again, "So that makes the possibilities limitless for the most part."

Gran tilted his head slightly as Rico said SOMETHING along the lines of a threesome. It seemed to just roll in one ear and out the other, almost as if he didn't really understand what Rico was suggesting. He was a little surprised when Babs decided to chamber her arm with a round of Gran. He moved his arm up to wrap around her shoulder, thinking all the time he would get a slap in the face or something of the like, but what the hell? Why not give it a shot? "Same old spot? I guess you two came here all the time." He said to Babs.

“Yeeeah! Rico, me and the boys, all sittin’ ‘round here getting’ shitfaced…good times, baby!” Babs laughed as she sat herself onto one of the fading, patched cushioned seats. Rico, in turned, chimed in as he led Autumn to the opposing booth. “Yep, me an’ Babs got history here, yannow? Los Apagos is my hometown, baby!” The booth itself was in a random shade of disarray; graffiti, scratches, names and profanity was scribbled all over the top of the table, and it looked like it hadn’t been wiped in the last…four or five customers.

Rico turned around as he finished, eyeing the barkeep who, in fact, had been returning the favor for the last minute or so as the gang made their trek towards the booth. “Hey! Motherfucker!” Rico shouted at the barkeep with a wide grin. “Bring me some fuckin’ grog!”

The bartender behind the counter, grizzled and chubby, let out a mighty guffaw and threw Rico a triumphant middle finger. Rico returned the favor, grinning widely, as Johnny turned back and began working on Rico’s oh-so-familiar order.

“Anythin’ you guys want, specific-like?”

When they were around the corner to the entrance of the warehouse, Rose slowed and put her back to the wall. Pulling out Kagura's communicator she sent another message back, making sure at least that Fay was with her.

Re: Everyone

Three of us are about there, and ready to party! There's not a lot of party favours, but the surprise will still make their faces red.

From: Rose

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It had come from Kagura's comm. device, which went back into it's hiding spot in her top. Bending down and rolling her skirt up a bit she removed the knife she had strapped to her thigh for most of the night. Positioned so it wouldn't chafe her as she walked. "Knew I shoulda' brought a gun this is going to be so damn messy." She thought, looking to Fay and hopefully Gyles, pointing at them, giving a half second interval on entry. For Gyles to go center, Rose left, and Fay to the right in case they were walking into a firefight. Why did everything always have to be so disgusting? They were probably covered in..fluids she never wanted to see.

Peeking around the corner for a sentry, she made sure to smile. Thorn had an idea..

Surprisingly enough, for people doing something shady, there didn't seem to be any sentries or guards standing watch outside the warehouse. There were 3 cars and 4 airikes parked beside the warehouse with the little lighted placard reading, "C.H. Entertainment, Inc."

The warehouse sounded fairly quiet- so it might have been soundproofed. On the top far left corner was a little antennae that might be broadcasting the signal.

Adrian kept his right hand with the .45 in his pocket, looking up and down the street. The tall medic was standing in front of the building his 'higher-ups' had directed him towards. He didn't see anyone. His datapad already on silent, and a full clip in his gun, he turned towards the door.

Hope those fuckers hurry up and get here.

He looked down either alley for a door, not wanting to simply waltz in the front, and made sure to keep his hand within two inches of the Zen Arms.

They could hear the sound of a car coming, and see headlights quickly approaching on the road.

Rose took Fay's gun without so much as asking, trading him for her knife.

Sending one last message to the unit, she took a deep breath and aimed carefully for the antenna, nodding at the other two men.

To: Everyone

When the first party popper goes off, everyone join in. Anyone not close enough send us backup, and a bus. A few of them..in case there's any left.

From: Rose

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She squeezed the trigger.

A shot rang out and she made sure that the broadcast looked dead enough before breaking into a dead run, intending to take out the wooden door and be the surprise, letting the next ones go through distract them. She knew Ran was bound to have a gun too, it would make things much easier.

If whomever was in that car was backup for the gang that had Kagura, she intended to let them walk right into a secured zone. A turkey shoot.

When the door breached she hurried in on the left with her gun raised, scanning for the first target and most likely threat.

The door Adrian found was unlocked.... the door Rose ran into was a little more... solid- it was actually a metal door that was painted to look like wood. And it would take a little more effort to open it by ye olde' "crash the shoulder into it" method. Trying the handle would find the the door was locked.

Rose yelped when she contacted the door, the plan hadn't worked as well as she had hoped. In fact her shoulder had been dislocated, and she had to pick the gun up off the ground. She hid the weapon behind her back, instead and rang the bell. Whimpering in pain as she waited for someone to approach. She had to concentrate hard not to collapse again. And to appear to whomever was in the car that she was just another one of the girls they used for 'talent' at the website in question.

"Use your head next time, Thorn or it'll be your ass.." She thought bitterly to herself.

"...The hell?" Leeroy said as he drove closer to the studio. The gunshot he'd just heard sounded close. Leeroy pulled out a shotgun and laid it on the passenger seat next to his 10mm SMG, just in case, scanning for any activity near the studio as he slowly crept up, headlights brightly lighting up the front of the building.

Spotting Rose, Leeroy rolled down the window. "Hey! Who're you?" he yelled over the engine noise.

"Someone told me to come here for a li' cash- b-but fuck if I didn't hear a gun around there!" She pointed, naturally where Fay and Gyles were hiding and could hear her set up an ambush for the man. At least she was a convincing liar

She pressed the bell again, her eyes going wide to pretend some mean thugs were having a fight nearby and she was just going inside to get brutally taken advantage of like what she could assume was a normal day's business for the website.

A voice came over the speaker as a camera turned to focus on Rose's face. "You're just in time! We just got a request that'll fit ya! You're a lot overdressed though, Babydoll! Where are the other boys? I thought we sent out a request for at least one guy in a Green uniform! Come on in!" A young male voice called out from a speaker on the wall beside the door.

There was an audible BUZZing sound as the door opened inward.

"Oh, new to the modeling industry, eh?" Leeroy kind of chuckled. Shame her hair looks like shit. After parking the car, Leeroy snapped his submachinegun to his belt and began to inspect the area around the building to make sure there weren't any gang lackeys hanging around. He was expecting robbers or drunks.

When the door buzzed, though, Leeroy was distracted. Prematurely ending his search, he followed Rose in with a bottle of Lorath "Desire" wine and a huge case of ice-cold beer from his car.

"Guys, guys, I thought you weren't going to be in here tonight," he said. "I'm supposed to have two girls here in a half hour to film!" he complained to one of the men already there, keeping his voice lowered so it wouldn't get overheard by the porn cameras in the back bedroom.

The male near the door, shrugged at Leeroy. "When a girl pops up you gotta shoot. Just use the other room. It should be all set for you. Hey Babydoll, go straight back, they're waiting for ya."

"Okay," Leeroy nodded. "I hope they're not shy."

The quarter-IDSOL brought his booze crate to one of the other bedrooms, out of view.