Geezer takes the janitor's uniform, as he believed that his scruffy look would complement the looks of an old janitor. No one would notice a janitor, he thought.
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Geezer chips in. "We're at the Liebenherr Group Building in Edgewater, a highly secure residential building. We need to infiltrate it in the hopes of obtaining information regarding a working girl named Cherry. She might have ties to the drek we are being paid to track down and deal with. The building reeks of security. Cameras, guards, and likely a drone or two in the vicinity. You name it. Though, the parking garage looks like it's lighter on security than anywhere else, but that's not saying much. A corporate car should probably get us through, and this is taken to account since one of our guys is... well, not very convincing when dressing the part of a patrol guard. We need a decker to get us inside. You think you can handle this job?"
Geezer adds Chibiko to the commlink chatroom, keeping her in the loop of the eventual infiltration. He writes back to James. <We might need a decker to assist infiltrating the building. There seems to be a lot of artificial eyes in the garage. Do you know anyone who can provide decking, or know anyone who knows someone who can?>
As he presses his back against a chimney, waiting impatiently for the Germans to show up, his commlink buzzes again, followed by another one shortly after. He accesses the chatlink to James and begins typing. <Let me put it to you this way; We tried to warn her about the killer, and she insisted that she'd be fine by nearly slicing my comrade in two with her armblades. I think even the most below average educated person would know that there's more to Cherry than your average working girl.> He sends the first message to James and continues the routine with Chibiko. <Okay sweetie. We're likely going to be regrouping tonight or tomorrow to formulate a plan to infiltrate the building. Will you be healthy enough to take on the task tomorrow?>
Geezer came to sudden realization that he forgot an important detail to send to James. He rectifies that immediately. <Also, Cherry's room at the Black Bull Motel is a bloody mess. We found a severed finger that looks masculine, some surgical tools, and a burner that might have belonged to Frank.>
Geezer's patience for Freddy and Billy to reply depletes completely. What could possibly cause such a delay in response, he wonders? He decides to take matters in his own hands and send messages to James and Chibiko to keep them in the loop. <James, it's Geezer. I got the location of Cherry. She's in the Liebenherr Group Building in Edgewater, a highly secure high class residential building. Cherry attacked Chibi and I when we tried to warn her about the killer yesterday. We knocked her out, but we found out that she was carrying possessions that could lead her behind bars, including narcoject, a firearm, and f@%*ing arm blades. I suppose you want us to infiltrate the building, but where do you suggest we should go from there?> He sends the message to James, and accesses a new chatlink to Chibiko. In the mood to playfully annoy her, he begins his message on a patronizing note; <Hey sweetheart, rest well? :p We got Cherry's location. She's located in the Liebenherr Group Building in Edgewater. Packed full of heat with security everywhere, but I think it won't bother us that much.>
"We've got two points of entry into the building; the air ducts and the parking garage," Geezer says in his commlink quietly. "The garage looks like it has lighter security than the front entrance, so we could try to distract the team or attempt to find a corporate vehicle and go in from there. The cars' tinted windows won't give us away to them, but finding the cars and getting into them without setting off their alarms is another story." "Though, we could try to go in from the ducts. It'll be like a hot knife through butter for me, but I'm not so sure regarding your abilities in espionage, especially the knightly one..."
"I got a location," Geezer says in his commlink as he looks about, seeing if there's any place that doesn't look obvious that could be useful for hiding or infiltrating past the guards.
"Set your destination to an obscure location nearest to the Liebenherr Group in Edgewater. I'll keep a lookout for anything that gets in your way."
Geezer access his 'link's voice chat as he clears a gap. "I"m still behind them! I'm maintaining my distance from them, but the vehicle's heading toward Old Overtown and across New Overtown! I'm right now in Edgewater's high class residential area." He pauses for a moment, for the reasons of focusing his attention to parkor as well as his concern for the Germanbound folks' whereabouts. "Tell me you're close to them," he says with a fretful temper.
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Physical = 10 Stun = 10 Overflow = 5 Edge = 4 (5 - 1) "I'm taking the high road," Geezer says to Billy. "Buses and trains will only slow me down with all of their stops, and I have a feeling that the taxis will try to pull a few stunts to gouge my wallet. Keep me posted on the sedan's whereabouts and I'll follow by the rooftops." Geezer speedwalks to an alleyway in the hopes that he doesn't attract attention. He begins his ascension to the rooftop.
<Chibi decided that she wasn't going to help me with combing the beach, so I decided that it wasn't worth walking several miles to spot that particular grain in the sand. I'm on my way over to your station, providing any backup if Cherry decides to fight back or has backup.> Geez sends the message as he speed-walks over to the station the Germanbound folks are located.
<I'd laugh, but I realize you're still in pain after Cherry tried to mince you. I'll contact the other two and see what they're up to after doing a bit of grocery shopping for my equipment. Rest well.> *send* Geezer unbolts the door and departs from the motel. Despite the morning sun rising, the night did nothing to cool down the hot and humid air that remained still throughout the night, the worst sign of a worst kind of a hot and humid sunny day. This put Geezer off the idea of even going to the beach in the first place, figuring that combing the beach to find the needle in the haystack would be a huge waste of time, anyway. He radios his weapons dealer contact and meets him in an ominous alleyway. After a bit of time figuring out what he needs, Geezer thanked the dealer as he purchases the mags for his pistols, and bids him farewell.
Geezer realizes that he has wasted a lot of time for himself that he fears that there might be a chance that Cherry and Frank may no longer be in Miami. He quickly accesses his commlink and sends the message to Billy and Freddy. <Hey, Chibi's still trying to hold together - in more ways than one. Where are you guys right now?>
<That really narrows it down. A big guy dressed in a Caribbean casual wear along with several thousand other people there? That's as productive as it sounds.> He fastens his equipment and gets dressed, ready to leave his room, but not until he addresses his concern with Chibi. <My kind of problem? I take it that I won't be seeing you at the beach?>
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"Right, I'll keep in touch with you tomorrow then," he says to the girl as she departs out the door. Noticing that he has the paid room to himself, he decides to take advantage of the situation and make himself comfortable. Relieving himself from the weight of his equipment, he bolts the door shut and sets the alarm on his commlink, placing it on the nightstand next to his bed. He once again welcomes the comfort of the bed, tightening the ripped comforter around himself until he loses the strength to keep his eyes open.
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* "Urgh..." Geezer flails his hand blindly across the nightstand, desperately attempting to silence his commlink. With a slight but jerky nudge, he succeeds in grabbing it, but at the cost of falling out of the bed face first into his dried salsachunks with the commlink still beeping. The odor did not subside when the vomit dried up, it still smells as strong as it did when it was fresh. It was enough to wake him up strong, with the thought of him bolting to the toilet to empty his already depleted stomach. He picks himself up from the floor and silences his commlink. Needing to find something to drink, he finds a bowl of complimentary soycaf pods. As he places one inside the machine, he discovers that the coffee machine is unfortunately broken. It could be a shot circuit, however, he didn't have enough care or time to tinker with it. He settles for filling his cup up with the unfiltered water from the sink's faucet, cloudy as the humid morning fog after a rainstorm. He prepares his equipment while he sends a message to Chibiko. "Morning, Chibi. Remind me again on why we need to comb the beach? I recall that we need to find someone there, but I don't recall it was Frank or Cherry. I was out during that discussion." Beaches never tickled his fancy, never liking the fact that kids and even some adults would urinate in it among the several hundred thousand sea life that inhibit it. He also does not liked the idea of baring his pale skin in the radiated radiation in the hopes that he could blend in with the crowd.
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Geezer swallows the medicine the German knight hands him, immediately rejecting the taste. After about a few minutes, the pain in his chest slowly dissipates until he can no longer feel it biting him. "Much better," he says with his voice already finding its tone, but never to the same state it was before he binged on kamikaze. "...and I agree, I think we should take care of this before something gets worse. If I need to watch the evidence, that's fine, but I'm okay with being on the beach as well."
Geezer lets out a dry cough. The burning sensation in his throat makes it seem like something is lodged in there. "If we were to do this tonight, then I could use a little pick me up, otherwise I'll be in bed for another hour or two. I really hate to admit this, but I feel like I can barely take a punch, let alone a fraggin bullet if gets that worse."
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"Speaking of getting a tail on her, I know it's probably not necessary, but I've kept the mags from her machine pistol in the event we could pin her for a possible illegal possession of the gun, among other things. They're by the side of my bed which thankfully isn't covered in my salsa chunks." "Also Billy, in regards to your question on whether or not if I'm up to the task, I would say yes, but I just woke up after puking blood. I feel like I need to rest for a bit to get my barrings straight." He gives off a wheezing cough, the tone of his voice begins to worsen. "Drek, I need fraggin water. Anybody know if the pipes are clean in this place?"
"Narcoject... I have almost absolute sincerity that this is narcoject," Geeze states to the gang. "I was injected with this stuff before, not my doing but... he pauses with a slightly angered look, as if a bad memory flashed back at him. "...I think Cherry might be a bigger suspect than I've initially thought. What if Cherry played a role in those surgical tools and not Frank? Do you guys think that the severed finger we found might actually be connected to one of Cherry's clients? I mean, it was definitly not the finger of a whore, so I don't think Frank severed it. OR... It could be Frank's finger..." He begins to pace around the room, thinking almost too deeply; "...What if Cherry knew about her bloodied room, and her astonishment of it was just an act? Come on guys, give me leads."
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"Hmm... I'll try to figure out what it is, but I have a contact that I can talk to if I don't exactly know. It's not like I keep my own set of beakers or a microscope on hand." Geezer gives the syringes a long and careful look, trying to analyze to the best of his abilities without the need of the tools necessary to do so. Colorless liquid doesn't really narrow things down.
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With a sudden cough of whatever blood was left behind his throat, Geezer slowly rolls over clenching his stomach as if someone punched the wind out of him. He finds the strength to open his eyes again and sees himself in a small pool of what appears to be a mixture of soy meat chunks and blood. The smell in the air and his hoodie was overwhelmingly revolting; a mixture of iron, extremely sour wine, and rotting soy. "Ugh drek... I feel like a fraggin train wreck... he thought to himself. He tries to swallow, but it became apparent that the acid in his stomach singed everything in his throat. He painfully lifts himself up from the floor and sees the rest of the gang around the table conversing about their findings. He slowly stumbles to them, clenching his stomach along the way in the fear of another regurgitation. "Hey..." he says to them in an extremely hoarse tone, now coming to realization that his kamikaze laced larynx was completely, but hopefully temporarily burnt from his stomach acids. "WhaddImiss?"
Geezer throws himself in his bed, welcoming the comfort of it. Even though it was still a decrepit old motel, he finds the bed more comfortable than the air mattress at his home. As his eyelids grew heavier, he suddenly finds the strength to throw them wide open again when he feels an incredibly sharp pain in his chest, almost as if someone stabbed him through the ribcage upward into his esophagus. He falls to the floor trying to fight the pain through spasms and gargled screams. He regurgitates dark red and brown substance, still suffering from spasms on the floor. His spasms slow to a crawl, until he ceases to move, smothered in his regurgitated blood.
"The ONLY other OPTION I canTHINKOF..." he breathes in heavily, ..."is book a stay at another motel. It'd be A CHEAP STAY and it beats HAVINGTOSAYOUTSIDEALLNIGHT." "PLUUUUS!" another heavy inhale, "I need to lie DOWNFORAMINUTE."
Geezer's looking worse for wear as he continues tripping on the kami. Both of his sclerae are all bloodshot, looking as if blood vessels popped in both of his eyes. He rocks back and forth trying to tinker with Cherry's commlink to no avail. As he hears sirens coming to him, he picks himself up from the floor and meets with Chibi and the gang. "I think the FOUNTAIN in THAT PARK over THERE is still... he breathes in heavily trying to maintain himself AGOODSPOT!!" "I GUESS I'll HAVEtoHITCHaRIDEwith you GUYS," he says as he points at Billy and Freddy. "Veeeeerrry doubtful there is ANYMORE ROOM on that trite scooter of yours, diminny." He tries hard to contain his laughter, but some small chuckles can still be heard as he exhales. "My apologies, EVERYONE. I am STILL here!!" his smile looks as if it cannot arc any further. "I might just need to lie down for a minute or few... Yeah, maybe an hour..." he chuckles again. He paces back and forth as if something is eating him. "Gods why did I FRAGGIN do this DREK. I really want to STOP, but I just CAN'T. I LOOOOVE THE FEELIN' MAN!!"
While Chibiko was getting patched up, Geezer accesses Cherry's commlink hoping to find any more leads to Frank. Geezer starts sweating profusely, coming in for a crash induced by the kamikaze.
Geezer accesses his commlink while he continues his search and pat-down of Cherry, hearing that the German bound folk are on their way as fast as humanly possible. "Don't worry guys, we took care of the problem. Cherry's knocked out, but Chibi's badly wounded. I'm radioing a DocWagon to come and fix 'er up. Also Cherry is not as innocent as we initially believed before riling her up; found a lot of dirt on her that could land her behind bars." Geezer picks up the pistol through his sleeves to prevent his fingerprints from getting on it. He gives a good look at the machine pistol and takes out the magazine. He knew the gun discharged as the result of Chibi's electric arrow, but there could be some bullets left in there, last thing he needs is more attention. He pulls the trigger. Not a lot of resistance; seems like it is in a very much used condition. He moves the slide, which makes an unsatisfying grinding noise. It wasn't obnoxiously loud, but he could tell right away that the gun was cheaply made. It can contribute to a lot of recoil, which Geezer cannot afford to have in most firefights. He muses for a moment before deciding it that it was not worthwhile to take for himself, and figured it might be best to use it as more evidence to frame Cherry for a possible illegal possession of the gun. I think I'm fine with what I have, besides I can always get myself a better model if I need one. He bags the gun along with the rest of the stuff to frame her, all while sneaking her credstick in his pocket.
Geezer takes the commlink from Cherry and plans on accessing it, but Chibiko catches his eye, still bleeding out and slipping away from life with every second counted. As he searches for a reason as to why she should live, he knew somehow that she had her own way of solving problems that he could really benefit for each run, even if she's a complete nightmare to deal with. He accesses his own commlink and calls the DocWagon to take her in. "Hi, we need immediate medical treatment at the Black Bull Motel. Patient's stable but losing a lot of blood. RSVP ASAP."
"If that's how it's going to play out, then fine by me. I was trying to be nice. I'll radio the DocWagon to come by and take you in" Geezer combs the floor finding anything worth taking to pin the whore at the mercy of a judge's gavel.
Among the things he sees at first glance, he has taken a fond of the machine pistol, and examines it to see if it is worth taking for himself.
Geezer breathes in heavily trying to maintain his professional composure through his maniac episode "I'd ask that same question in a different to you. 'What the hell would we do without her?' You surprise me with your stamina." He looks at Cherry, and switches his focus on his blade. "I was thinking about amputating her arms and chaining her to the bed. When she wakes up, she will no longer be a threat to us and will tell us what we need to know, if her life depends on it." He muses for a moment. "That finger under the bed? I think that might have been her doing. It's source might be of an ork's, could it be Frank's?"
Geezer bursts into the window of room 402, seeing Cherry's unconscious body. He hovers over Cherry's body, and begins to pull out his combat blade, contemplating on whether or not he should cut off her arms along with the retractable blades, but not until he assures the condition of his comrade. "Are you alright?" he says through his jitteriness and hyperventilation
Geezer attempts to see in what angle Cherry is hiding from, going for plan c. As he searches, he sends another message to Chibi. <close the door and lokc it>
Dissatisfied by the fact that the pimp's whore is not coming to the window, Geezer opts for Plan B. He accesses his commlink and tries to text the message using his jittery fingers. <Chibiko. I'm clilmbing baack inside 4404. I wahnt yoiu to grab onto my back, and Il'l attmpt to scvale downt he building. This fiiite is loost, we need to reeegrrp>
Geezer shimmies next to the window of 402, hiding himself enough that a glance from it wouldn't give him out.
He taps on the window, hoping to get the madwoman's attention.
Geezer regains his composure and tries to remain quiet despite being drug induced. Getting past the wildwoman would mean becoming mince meat. He tries to find reasons as to why Chibiko should be saved, given that she did mock him on several occasions and disrespected him in almost every run. He is running on empty with them. He goes through the plan of getting through to the window, speedwalking toward it while reloading both of his pistols with explosive rounds. He attempts to hang from a hand and foot holds again, four stories high.
He continues to fire his pistols at Cherry with a side of way over the top laughter, emptying the guns clips. He looks at the window and plans a death defying stunt if things went to drek.
Geezer shakes off the spasm he had with the taser, extending his left hand that holds an inhaler. "So you want to play that game, eh?"He takes a huge huff from his inhaler, his eyes become increasingly bloodshot, his smile extending beyond comprehension, and his volume of his voice escalating to new decibels. he screams with a maniacal laughter combined with hyperventilation.
He runs for cover behind room 403, shooting at Cherry without the slightest regard of where the bullets hit.
Geezer takes the hit from the taser square in the chest. He seizes through the 10,000 volts coursing through his body, sprouting unintelligible words mixed in with bloodcurdling screams. This happens for a few seconds before Geezer regains his composure, now appearing even more pissed off than before.
Overwhelmed with stress, Geezer kicks logic to the curb and pulls out both of his pistols and shoots them in the ceiling to scare Cherry. They would have been deafening to the ear, but they have the silencers squeezed in in the event of a sneaking mission. They are still loud enough for people close up to understand the point. Geezer yells at Cherry in a bloodcurdling demonic-like voice:
"I'm trying my damnest to help you, but you're making it hard on all of us with that stupid taser. Please put it away, and then I'll show you proof."
Geezer smirks at Cherry's display of a colorful vocabulary. He looks to the working girl, cowering behind the door with the taser in hand. "Oh right I would totally cause that mess in there just so I can make a point for you to not show up." he mocks. He walks up to her in a crawling speed, anticipating that she would panic and tase him. "I was the one that called you through Frank's commlink. You see those surgical tools on that endtable? That's where it was. We have likely proof that Frank is killing girls all around Miami, and now he's targeting you. I would rather for you to put your taser away, but seeing that I know you don't believe me, shoot me a suggestion of how I can show you the proof without me getting close to you." He messages Chibiko: <Chibi, back me up here.>
Geezer holds his hands up as Cherry takes out her taser. He recieved the whispers from Chibiko and nods. "Alright, well, sorry for bothering you, ma'am," he says to the working girl. "You may go to your room then. Take care of yourself." "Pretend we're just walking away and just stay at these steps," he whispers to Chibiko.
"No. I am not going to mug you at all if that's why you're hiding your pocketbook away from us." he says to her as he privately sends a message to Chibkio. <Should I show her the footage of the killings?> He turns his full attention to the working girl after sending the message. "Listen, your life is in danger. This guy you're going to dock is going to kill you. He's been killing other girls in the most gruesome ways possible. We need all of the information to find this guy, otherwise he's going to be making a killing."
His lack of confidence in his persuasion causes him to think otherwise, and he turns to Chibiko. "I think you might need to handle this one out, Chibi..."
Taken aback by the surprise of the voice as he was completely zoned in on finding some dirt, he looks up to find the red haired lady, showing disapproval of a decrypt looking man standing in front of room 402. She looked the part of a golddigger, and with an amazing red highlight in her hair, it was almost no doubt in Geezer's mind the woman standing in front of them was in fact Cherry. Geezer muses for a moment, knowing that she might bring the cops into this if she sees the display of bloodshed in her room, an act that Geezer wouldn't want happening. "By any chance, are you named Cherry?"
"We'll look in the Matrix," he states as he searches through it in his commlink. "If we don't turn up anything, I guess we'll bite the bullet and call her again to see if we can turn up any more information."
"Don't worry about it," he says to Cherry. "Don't meet with Frank, and don't go to the Black Bull Motel. Your life will be in danger if you do." He terminates the call. "Yep, she's alive."
"Already on it," he says to Chibiko. "...And I'll see what dirt I can find in the Matrix after I call her." Geezer dials the number he found in the burner. "Hello, is this Cherry?"
"Probably." he says as he pockets the commlink. "There were a lot of female names in the contact list, but there were also scrambled numbers. Nothing else in the link suggest that it belonged to this killer in question, so it is very likely a burner." He turns his attention to the stairs and begins walking down. "If this was his actual commlink, I wouldn't be holding it right now."
Chibiko hands back the commlink almost as a shove. Geezer rolls his eyes and gives out an audible sigh. He felt like Chibiko knew which buttons to press to piss him off, and believes that the energy she exerts figuring out which ones would be better spent on figuring out the buttons of a mini computer. The thought of lecturing her about the inner workings of that particular commlink for dreks and giggles crossed his mind, but he knew that time wasn't going to wait for them to fool around. "Found it" he said after a few button presses.
Geezer attempts to not show his annoyance with Chibiko's teasing, to no avail. "...Fine, go downstairs and talk to him them since you're so clever at this. He walked outside the hallway, clearly annoyed of the whole situation. He didn't care if the girl laughs at this display, but he wanted to get this job done if it meant he wouldn't be with her for another minute. He turned toward Chibiko as he went through the door's archway. "Also that wasn't convincing enough. You sound like an early 21st century porn star trying to act in a Broadway play, unless that is what you intend to go for. Good luck with that," he mocked. "I could be wrong about this guy's perception of voices compared to their sources, but make yours less dramatic and more convincingly serious. I'll be waiting outside."
Geezer picks up the severed finger, not caring about sanitary issues. It's the least of his worries as of now. "Well then, looks like someone in here had a bad day," he states nonchalantly, unperturbed by the sight of the severed finger. "For all I know, there could be the likely scenario that the killer might have been sliced by Cherry and she escaped." He looks to the direction of the curtains being blown by the outside air. "If Cherry was able to escape, the door would have been her only means of escape. No human who isn't borged or bio'ed is able to survive a four story fall out the window." He looks back at Chibiko. "I think it's time we pay our friend downstairs a visit. What do you say?"
"Given the nature of this love motel, I would not be surprised if there was a hidden camera in any of these rooms." He looks around the room as he continues to talk.
"We should also comb the hallways as well, and even if we don't find any cameras, I think our pal downstairs would be trilled to give us some answers regarding this heinous display."
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