| Ziggy D, Troll Mechanic |
<Red's comm rings after about 30 minutes of waiting.>
Ziggy D's large toothy grin shows up on the ARO, slightly cleaned up from the last time you spoke.
"Hoy chummer! Got dem deets fer ya, 'leastwise on the Percheron. Nice ride, dat 'un, plenty 'a power an' room. Gots some bits and pieces what ya kin change 'round, too. Standard fee is good, got some juicy intel this time."
Ziggy D. : Loyalty 3, ¥150 for intel. Assuming you pay, she continues.
"Word on da street is: dis truck been spotted haulin' gear all 'round da Basement an' Verge. Coupl'a guys get out, jaw aroun' wit some folks, get back in and dey head off. Last time was a few hours ago, heading back inta da Basement. Dunno 'zactly where dey was holdin' up, but dey're square in Cutters' turf. Don't seem to got protection, but da Cutters don't hassle 'em neither."
Ziggy scratches her head around her horns before continuing.
"Ain't got nothin' on dat Generi-Car, doh. Just too damn many a' dem kickin' round. Dey ain't ridin' tight on each other, do. My spotters are good enuf to check dat, at least."