Feb 03 12:26:50 107 PA - John & Bart look for Cel

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Fri Feb 03 12:26:50 107 PA.

Bartholemew has his coat on bent over looking in the mostly empty fridge. He pockets a couple beers into his coat as well as cracking one to take a swig.

John is sitting in front of the computer typing away, hearing Bart crack a beer he looks over, "Sure a beer sounds good. Where you off to?"

Bartholemew turns tossing a beer in Johns direction, "Hey, didn't realize you were up yet. I'm out for the park, wanna come? Trying to hook up with this Cel chick heading up that dragon hunt. It's a bit nippy but hopefully she'll be around."

John catches the beer and opens it and takes a chug to keep the foam from running over, "Sure I ain't doin nuthin anyway, just checkin out the scores from last nights game. Let me grab my coat."

Bartholemew nods closing the fridge and downing the rest of the opened beer crushing the can and tossing it afterwards. "I was talkin to Erica, and she said she'd be able to act as a team to use the CR1 I have during the fight. So that will leave you to act on your own. We are going to want to hit this thing heavy and hard. Still have to get in on it though. Have you ever met this Cel chick?"

John puts on his urban camo jacket, "I know Erica but I have not run into this Cel before. So you want my on the cycle doing hit and runs in this Dragon hunt?" after finishing the rest of his beer John moves over to the fridge and puts a couple into pockets and grabs a fresh one before turning to follow Bart out.

You head into the Plaza Park.

After a quiet walk through town the two arrive at the park. Bartholemew fires up a smoke continuing to wander, though mush slower now that they are in the park. An idle stroll. His gaze jumps around from person to person along the way. "What is your heaviest hitter?"

John watches the people in the park with a keen eye and a smile, "I have a NG-P7 that packs a pretty good punch. Hard to shoot from the cycle though. DO you have any other intel on the target?"

Bartholemew shakes his head, "Not yet, our patrols have kept the time to get with this chick tough. Still gotta do the job we were hired for. My plan is to not use the bike until I exhaust my missles which shouldn't be long if Erica teams up with me. I figure you can cover us and then we both can jump on the bikes and go from there when it is hopefully wounded good. I'd hate for it to knock us off the bikes early in the fight."

John nods as he keeps an eye on a kid who seems too interested and starting to get a little close, "Yea that sounds good. So do you know what this Cel looks like?"

Bartholemew chuckles with a shake of his head, "Nah, not really. But she is said to hang here. So I figured we could ask around and find out hopefully."

John shoos off the kid that is following them, "Sounds good. So I will follow you."

Bartholemew smiles, "Kewl, I figure we bunker down if we can to have a bit of cover. If all works out, the others will attract more of its attention then us so we can hit it hard. Whats the range on that particle beam rifle you got?"

John nods, "Twelve hundred feet. How many others are in on this? And is there a payout?"

Bartholemew shrugs, "Not that I know of, but it will at least get our names out there for future jobs. Killing a dragon ain't no easy task. Hell the CS sends heavy shit to deal with that kind of threat. Like I said, I've heard only who is heading it up, will find out more when we find her."

John pulls out a beer from a pocket and cracks it open, "Well count me in. If this gets our names out there for better paying jobs that is enough for me. E-clips don't grow on trees you know."

Bartholemew nods cracking one of his own beers, "You said it man. We should be able to salvage some parts of the dragon I would guess for the magic types. And being part of the hunt should grant us something I'm guessing. At least enough to reload. Someones paying for this hunt."

John takes a swig of beer looking around, "I have never seen a Dragon before. Have you?"

Bartholemew shrugs, "Just pictures. I've heard some stories but who knows what all is actually true there. I'm assuming most of it is true to be safe. They can be nasty if they wanna be. We gotta be nastier."

John smirks, "Yea I have seen some pics as well. Sounds like fun to me. I will finally get to give my P7 a real test. I am sure eve a Dragon will find the buisness end pretty frackin nasty."

Bartholemew chuckles, "I'm sure. So whatcha been doin when off patrol. Haven't gotten to hang out since we got that gig. Just puttering away on that computer of yours?"

John nods, "That and going to the nut and bolt. I am still hoping to run into some kind of mechanic gig, but really the patrols have been taking most of our time I have mostly just been relaxing when we are back. How about you?"

Bartholemew replies after sucking down the rest of his beer, "Trying to line up another gig and find out what we're patrolling for. Found out we been patrolling for a dragon and there is a group planning to hunt the dragon, bout it. Being I got the day off of patrols I'm hoping to catch this Cel chick and find out more. Hence why we are freezing our nuts off in the park." laughing at his joke at the end.

John looks over to Bart, "What? Really and if the two of us did find this Dragon on patrol what were we supposed to do?" John shakes his head and takes another swig from his beer.

Bartholemew shrugs with a continued chuckle, "I guess try to scare it off. We would have to engage it or at least report it."

John shakes his head, "So by joining this hunt we will be able to face what we are patrolling for with more fire power than just us two. But on the other side when we are successful we will have nothing to patrol for any longer. It is always something ain't it."

Bartholemew nods with a smile, "Jobs never last forever in our line of work. Theres always bigger and better. we just gotta make a name for ourselves."

John smiles nodding, "Yep I know. And we need something that does more than pay rent and keep us in beer. Like I said I am in, I think the sound of John the Dragon Killer will have a nice ring."

Bartholemew adds, "We should prolly start working on a team. We need a tracker and medic to join up with us. Maybe a heavy gunner a well. After this hunt we'll get an idea who is out there and available. Or we should think of trying to join up with another team of mercs."

John finishes off his beer, "I agree with you there. With a bigger team we can take bigger jobs."

Bartholemew nods with slight evil laugh, "We can also make raids on the CS outskirts. Guerrilla tactics."

John chuckles along, "One this at a time Bart. One thing at a time. So have you seen anyone that looks like they might know this Cel?"

Bartholemew shakes his head, "Nah, not yet. Erica already put in a good word for us. She knows her. I met another chick, Vadania, she has an idea who she is but didn't know her really."

John smiles, "I just ask because I just heard a clinking sound and I have a strange feeling it was my nuts making the noise due to them being frozen solid and all."

Bartholemew laughs, "Nah, I think that was mine shattering in my pants. Well hell, lets go have a drink some place warm and we can come back out in a bit."

The current game time is: Fri Feb 03 14:34:31 107 PA.