| Black Rio |
"Oh, yeah, well thing is that is about as much as I know. I can tell you my story. I had just made a quick milk run for our Mr. Johnson when he tells me about this other job he has that paid even more. I was listenin' corse, then I pass out. I think he might have used gas or something not sure, but then I wake up jacked in! He has my whole run recorded and says he'll turn me in unless I do some more work for him. He supplies me with some party bits to sweeten the deal, and me not wantin to expire any time soon agree." Black Rio takes a puff off a vaper cigarette and continues.
"He has me spy on this group callin themselves Demonios de Xibalba. Turns out they are backed by the Aztlan Party. You just cut one of their main lines for some sort of internal network they were running. Mr. Johnson has his own slave force of muscle and he is unleashing them now that they are cut off of their superiors. That in a nutshell is what I know my fine friends. "
5d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 5, 2, 4) = 17 Black Rio seems to be sincere, but those of you with Street Etiquette or can make a roll