May 09 20:48:16 107 PA-Seeking the Killer

From Chronicles

Tired from his long hours spent walking the strrets of Kingsdale, searching for any information pertaining to the Alibi murder, Jackson has come home to his freind Galvin's place to rest, perhaps flex his mind after flexing his muscles all night.

Galvin comes home after a long day at Advanced Idea Mechanics. His overalls are covered with spots of oil and silcon lubricate. He unlocks the door and comes into the apartment not long after Jackson comes in. "Hey. How was your day?" He asks as he heads into the kitchen to grab himself a cold beer.

Jackson glances back over his shoulders, his hands in the sink as he washes up a little. "Was good.. had a few leads on this investigation, but it's not panning out. All I know is the guy was a psi-stalker, killed on a Monday, and his killer was a woman. All I need is her name and I get paid but I can't even find so much as a trace of blood from him. I've pretty mocuh covered all the bums in the area.. I'm not sure where to go next."

Galvin opens up his beer and takes a sip of it as he leans against the counter. "Well you have narrowed it down to half of the population of Kingsdale. At least that is something." He says with a slight chuckle. "Hmmm maybe ask Bailey. She is a psi-stalker, and I know they used to hang out sometimes. Maybe she can tell you more."

Jackson chuckles a little and nods. "Yeah I guess. Bailey huh? You know where I can find Bailey? Where she hangs out?" He asks, turning around and grinning at the other man, drying his hands off.

Galvin takes another sip of his beer as he stands up from where he was leaning and heads into the licing room. "She is all sort of places. I see her in the bars, or at the landing strip sometime. She just pops up here and there, so not sure where you might find her."

Jackson nods, and tosses the now damp towel on the counter. "Ok, I'll see about finding her in a bit. She should love me.." He says grinning and looking at the floor, leaning against the wall. Then his gaze rises, "Fix anything interesting today?"

Galvin walks up to his work bench and takes a seat. Placing the beer down, after taking another sip, he picks up a circuit board that he has been working on and looks over it with a critical eye. "Not really. Just was doing some routine maintenance on some KDPD vehicles. So nothing really exciting today."

Jackson nods, watching what you are doing with the circuit board. "Oh ok. Well if you need anything, let me know. I'm gonna go find this Bailey you were talking about. See what i can find out."

Galvin turns and gives Jackson a quick smile before picking up a soldering iron and some solder. "Alright Jackson. Be safe. She might not react to you like most people do. She is a psi-stalker after all."

Jackson shrugs, and gives Galvin a small smile. "I'm a mind melter.. I'm the one meal she'll have a very hard time digesting." He says easily. I'll see you tonight man, catch you later."

• Some time later*

Jackson approaches from the east, walking slowly. He is moving with a purpose though, ignoring the temperature, however chill it may be. He stops though, seeing a female stalker eating ice cream farther down the block. He grins and alters his path, maybe his luck has changed a bit.

Kingsdale is quite the meat market as far as psi stalkers go. Nearly one in three people wandering the streets has enough psychic energy to make one give a double take, so Bailey doesn't take an immediate notice to Jackson's approach, she just savours her cooling snow cone in the hot spring weather. By the time he's near enough for conversation, she does take notice, however, particularly of his purposeful stride as he draws near. Taking another bite, she lets it cool her tongue before nodding towards him, "Funny, it's usually the other way around with your types," she comments, looking Jackson up and down.

Jackson shrugs and he takes up a spot on the wall Bailey leans on. "What can I say.. I'm a little different." He tells her then looks the stalker in her face. "I heard through the grapevine you know the guy that got waxed outside the Alibi couple weeks back." He tells her, his tone calm and his muscles relaxed. Mostly because his fists are not his first line of defence.

"You'll have to be more specific, I think," Bailey says, eyeing the strange fellow. "People drop like flies in the Dregs," she comments, her face souring a little bit, "Besides, I try to spend as little time as possible in that neck of the woods."

Jackson nods, and looks away. "Bout three weeks ago.. vampire like yourself got aced outside the Alibi doors, Monday night. from what I've heard, the bums snagged his gear, his body and his spilled guts in a few minutes. What I wanna know.. is how a badass like you guys are suppossed to be.. got himself killed by a pretty little number in a dress." He says smiling, as if the whole thing is a joke. "I think the grease puddles name was Elvis.. or Zack... Zyvis maybe.." he adds softly.

Bailey's eyes narrow at Jackson's dismissive tone and she stands up away from the planter to turn towards the man. "Watch your tongue, buddy," She says, pointing a warning finger towards Jackson, he's apparently struck a nerve with her.

Jackson chuckles and he turns into the finger, so it is just shy of touching him, and he stares into your eyes. "Tell you what. Tell me what you know about your buddy Zyvis, freinds, enemies.. girlfreinds.. whatever you have. And I'll make sure whoever greased your freind, will get what's coming to her. And I might sweeten the body and give you a tase of what I've got upstairs." He says flashing her a smile, and tapping his temple.

Bailey shakes her head, as she backs down, now seeing that Jackson isn't here to just rub salt in her wounds. "I don't know," she says. "We did a run together that went south, and he said we'd been set up. Something about some bitch selling us out to the clash so they could salvage our weapons." She tosses her snow cone away, finding the saccarine sweetness too much for such a bitter memory. "He disappeard shortly afterwards, I guess it really was a setup and he got in over his head."

Jackson nods and he focuses on Bailey's face with laser intensity. "Really.. You ever meet this woman or was it just him that dealt with her? I'm thinkin this bad deal is what got his brains splattered." He says, purposely using the graphic images, actively trying to piss Bailey off, at least at the woman involved in this deal.

"No, I haven't," Bailey says with a grimace at Jackson's choice of words. "And if I ever do, you can count on her not living long afterwards. Anyone tries to set me up like that's got something coming."

Jackson nods and looks at Bailey. "He ever mention any names? Meeting spots? Drop sites? Deals like these are never made on the up and up. All I need is a name, my particular talents can find her inside a few minutes." He tells you, then trails off for a miute. Then he grins, "Do you have anything that belonged to him?"

Bailey shakes her head, "No, he wasn't exactly an open personality," she says. "And like you said, the dregs took everything he had." She looks down for a moment, drawing a deep breath to calm herself, "Look, nobody in the dregs talks, but I know the Clash was behind it. If you're looking to go solo on this, it's a bad idea, but I'm sure together we'd be able to milk some information out of those gangers."

Jackson twitches his nose. "I don't work well with others.. Someone like you can probably relate. Well you probably miss your puppies.. but that's about it. I can handle myself just fine, where can I find this..'Clash' Tell me that and I'll think about letting you come along."

Bailey snickers dismissively at Jackson's arrogance. "You don't even know where the clash's territory is, and you're wanting to go solo on this one, huh? You must be suicidal." She shakes her head, "They're all by the junkyard," She says, glancing back to the melting blues and greens of her snow cone, wishing she hadn't discarded it. "Try not to get yourself killed."

Jackson ignores the sneering and taunts. "That's it? A gang called the Clash.. they hangout in the junkyard. Good enough." He says, not mentioning he doesn't plan on going in, even with his gifts, he's not an army. "Anything else you can tell me about this gang? aside from how scary they think they are?" He asks softly.

Bailey shakes her head, "Nope, nothing other than everyone in the neighbourhood keeps eyes and ears out for them."

Jackson nods, and look away down the street. "They do, do they.. Sounds good. Maybe I'll go pay the residents a visit.."

Bailey looks down the street, "You go do that," she says, wondering if this stranger will make a decent showing of himself, or just become another corpse to be rifled through by the downtrodden in the dregs.