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Post by Andy on May 4, 2015 19:39:31 GMT
An old apartment building that was originally created during the failed experiment in cheaper housing. It was coopted by the government when the The Busiek Act was enacted, but now it's once again cheap housing for those who need it.
Andy's place is under the building, down a steep set of concrete stairs. It's what he considers his main office, as it's a perfect location for his business. Lots of exits and entrances for clientele, and easy access to the sewers underneath the city. He doesn't live here, but is still there regularly enough for his "work."
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Post by Andy on May 4, 2015 23:05:31 GMT
Andy unlocks the 4 locks one by one, and tries to open his entryway, having to shove his small frame against the metal door with all he had before the thing scraped open. Had to fix that. He booted up his computers and cameras, getting ready for a long slow day at the office. He didn't think he had any appointments today, but his memory was a little fuzzy. He checked the mail slot as well his online connections.
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Post by Andy on May 5, 2015 15:49:14 GMT
An email pops up on one of Andy's messaging service. He's routed all the texts and calls to random online dating services using Uni-Call, and from what service he gets the notification from usually tells him who's trying to contact him.
Heh, HotPeopleNiche, seems like Deathstar needed another special order. He had only known this guy for about a year, but he provided good work and was pretty damn efficient from what he'd heard on the network. Meeting place was.... yup, seemed about right. Nice little sandwhich place right near here.
He packed up, locked it all down, and strolled outside to the nearby small shop. He ordered a nice and spicy sandwich, then sat down at a booth facing away from the door, with his back to the door. The man coming in would know what to look for, not him.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 5, 2015 17:47:43 GMT
Fenris came in and sat down in his civvies, a tshirt and jeans, just a regular joe. The merc ordered a coffee, black, when the waitress inquired. He was grateful that Andy knew at this point to give him the side of the booth facing the exit, so he would not have to insist.
He looked out the window, the sun just beginning to set over the city. Andy was one of the few associates he dealt with face to face. After all, if a hired gun could not trust his arms dealer, what hope was there in the world?
"Going to need some crowd control tonight, Andy." he said in greeting, in the same tune one typically used when talking about the weather, as he flipped through the menu. "Tear gas and flashbangs."
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Post by Andy on May 5, 2015 18:00:58 GMT
Andy just keeps tapping on his phone like a typical teen, actually writing down the request and checking inventory. "I got that easy, been fixing on a new ArmsSec shipment recently to the Fort." he matches the conversational tone of the man "Say 3 of each?"
He leans over and bites into his sandwich with one hand, the other still tapping away on the phone, thumb moving fast enough to almost seem unnatural. But not quite. "Nothing... special this time? You always give me the most interesting of requests usually. That grapple launcher was fantastic."
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 5, 2015 18:09:01 GMT
"Nothing special." he echoed in response, drumming his hands on the tabletop as Any worked. "Not expecting much resistance on this one, just a thick crowd. Employer wants it loud and hands aren't tied as far as collateral damage goes, but no need to waste bullets."
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Post by Andy on May 5, 2015 18:30:40 GMT
"Should be fine then. Give me 15 minutes, then the deadrop'll be in your preferred place. Green tag this time." Saying so, Andy hops up and gnaws on his sandwich as he exits the place. He'll slip into his place and jumps down to the sewers. Stretching a brief moment, he takes off at a flat run through the sewer systems, navigating to his stashs at blinding speed before setting it all up in a simple arms case, which he ties up with a green tag at a lower sewer entrance right in the alley behind the Sandwich shop, easily pulled up by anyone who knows what they're looking for.
Attached is a note. "You'll be with Armsec flash grenades, 1 foot possibly lethal zone, shrapnel can go farther of course. The tear gas is Fristovs unfortunately, so effective lasting time of around 5 minutes without serious wind. Should affect victims most for about 6-12 minutes, so gas mask and goggles recommended. Payment to usual account after use, will accept non-used arms with 50% refund. 150 per flash grenade, 200 per tear gas container."
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on May 5, 2015 19:20:33 GMT
Fenris finished his coffee, watching the arms dealer run off like a jackrabbit on crack. There were no shortages of arms dealers in this city, but the energy with which Andy put into his job and extra mile he went for his clients had kept him coming back.
He had finished a second mug by the time he made his way over to the drop site, inconspicuously collecting the armaments and placing them in a duffel bag with the rest of his gear. He then pulled out his burner phone and made a transfer to Andy's account, rerouted through numerous offshore banks so it was properly laundered. When he was done, he broke the phone in half and tossed it.
With that bit of business taken care of, he made his way downtown.
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Post by Andy on May 6, 2015 17:17:30 GMT
When he opens the case, the two sets of grenades are nestled in memory foam alongside a small removable clear touchscreen interface with a final note taped to it. "New wireless activation now possible with the grenades, long as you're on a secure network works fine. Activation code is 4i832e01B9 for remote detonation, can set em up and detonate em all at the same time, or one by one. Or just pull the pins and count to 3 you luddite."
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Post by Andy on May 7, 2015 18:40:09 GMT
After that meet, Andy went back to his desk and popped a beer from his fridge. He sat back in the chair and lazily flipped on a TV, his computer still open to his numerous messaging service. He'd already made enough for today, but you never knew when someone might need a gun.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 14, 2015 4:26:59 GMT
An email from the Harlan Slade account appeared, setting up a 'by the books' arms deal, with browsing, possible haggling, and an emphasis on discretion. Only two people would be arriving, with a suggested time. There was nothing suspicious about the email.
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Post by Andy on May 14, 2015 19:17:43 GMT
Andy sits up quickly and nearly spills his drink, but he catches all of the liquid before it hits the ground in the cup. Setting the drink down gently, he typed out a response, laying out that a certain abandoned warehouse in Starcrown Heights would be the spot.
He'd bring his usual magazines for em. Spending free time graphic designing was just a hobby after all, but it worked out fine these folks who wanted to see some part of his stock. They only really needed to know about the normal stuff after all, his more special items were in the "request-only" category.
Throwing on a fleece with the city's baseball teams logo splashed on it, he checked his hidden holsters before leaving. He had plenty of time if he was gonna get there a hour early.
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