Nov 21 17:13:08 107 PA

From Chronicles

Tue Nov 21 17:13:08 107 PA

Vixen will be waiting for the knock to come, a casual meeting set up. Just a note of when she'd be there, so it won't be too long before the door opens. Vixen is there, wearing her long coat, but without her pack currently. A subtle element being the particle beam pistol in hand. Held down by her side and discreetly settled back into her holster after a peek out, briefly visible as she opens the door wider. "Not had much time to talk," she notes to him with a causal smirk. "But I've been getting this place up to speed." She motions for him to head up the stairs into the attic. "Just head into the wide open room and settle how you like." There will be where her bag is, dumped onto the desk with the radio and workstation. The place has the smell of new paint over the faint linger of sawdust and plaster. Not long after having a makeover.

Bartholemew makes his way to Cali's Garage through the nasty weather. In full armor it's not that big a deal but he does cover himself with a large heavy camo rain poncho anyways, its oversized hood able to cover the helm of his crusader armor. After he knocks he removes the helmet to be recognized easily pulling the butt of a half smoked cigar between his teeth to offer a friendly smile to Vixen as she greets him opening the door. He does as instructed not saying anything until up in the room where he tucks his helmet under his arm and faces her in a at rest stance, "Nice place ya got here. I hear your in need of an escort..I'd like the chance to be that escort, or at least one of em on the trip."

Vixen close sup the door once he's through and wanders back up after him, moving towards the workstation and radio once she's made It up there. Listening as she draws out some items. A portable computer and camera that she starts hooking into the other two items on the workspace. "Yeah. I'm going down to Laramy. It's not too far, but with everything that's been going on lately? A few extra guns along won't be too bad a thing to have." She pauses and looks up. "Worse to worse, you hav ea cushy ride down in my truck and a cushy ride back and a few thousand more creds in your pocket. Unless you think boring is worse than not boring." A casual smirk coming to her.

Bartholemew smiles at the simplicity of the job being offered chewing on the end of his cigar a bit, "That works well by me. Right now I'm looking to build some rep around town so I can get my own company started. I have my own vehicle if preferred. Air support. Up to you though on how ya want to do it, your the boss on this. Mind me askin the purpose of the trip?"

"If you want to spend for the fuel or yours doesn't use any, feel free to bring it," Vixen replies. She turns, settling against the counter with her arms crossing her chest lightly. "As to why? Just looking to touch base with the people there. They're a close neighbor, might as well see if I can't get some decent relations going. All things considered, with the way the Coalition is trying to lean into them, I'm one who would like to let them know at least some people in Kingsdale have got their back. Cause if we don't, they're gunna need someone. And there ain't but two choices in the area."

Bartholemew nods with an definitive smile of approval. "Thats good enough for me. Any reason to oppose the CS. Tell ya what...I don't need the credits unless all hell breaks loose, so I'll offer you the protection I can provide for the simple bit of word of mouth and any split of anything if we do get attacked. This will give me a chance to do some recruitment in Laramy while you tend to your business. I'll bring the air support just in case, it ain't costin me nothin to just fly the damn thing. Sound good?"

Vixen arches a brow slightly, considering that with a moment of general wariness. But it fades almost as it comes and she says, "I suppose we can try that out. You're pretty anti-Deadboy, huh?" She gives him a considering look to go along with the question. "Common enough around here, but you know how it is.. probably got spies all over here. Going along with the pack ain't a new way to slip in. But yeah.. I'll try you on, man. Paranoia keeps you alive, but it don't make friends."

Bartholemew gives a light shrug and smirk at the deadboy comment, "What can I say? The only good deadboy is a dead deadboy. Its my livin to take their equipment and us it against them to take more equipment from them. We've talked before, I'm always looking for information that can help me do my job better. So whens this party hittin the road?"

"'Bout a week," Vixen replies. "Have to iron out a time with the people at Laramy. I could talk to them over the radio, but I'd rather face to face it. Radio gets listened to. I should know. And a face to go with the talk, eye to eye.. that's a better way to handle things like this." She considers and adds, "I suppose after I get back, the council is my next step. Assuming they don't decide to do right and do something before I get done at Laramy."

Bartholemew nods, "Very good then, I will see you in about a week then as I don't see that happening anytime soon. Unless there is anything else I need to know or you wish to know?" making a last inquiry before planning to head out.

"You did want to talk to me before, I recall," Vixen notes. "Though I suppose I know what about now. Information. She grins casually. I can get information. Like I said, it ain't hard to listen to the radio waves out there. Even when someone tries to hide things, you can slip in if you know what you're doing. I might not be the best, but I'm pretty damn good." She glances towards the radio and computer on the counter beside her and she adds, "I don't just send out."

Bartholemew smiles with interest plucking his cigar from his teeth, "Anything that can lead me to CS patrols is what I'm lookin for. The more details the better of course. Anything interesting on the airwaves lately?"

Vixen tilts her head slightly and says, "Could be, though info ain't free." She considers this, then says, "Tell you what.. Gimme a bit and I might dig up a few things you can look into. I give you what I hear. You do what you want with it. You score a hit.. get some swag or payment, you cut me off a half share or so. Finders fee, so to speak. That way, if there ain't nothing, you ain't lost much. If you score something then I get paid for what I give you. Sound like something that could work?"

Bartholemew nods approving of that idea. "I can deal with that, more than a fair arrangement, and keeps your hands clean. We can begin that arrangement after this escort gig, I won't be planning anything before returning from that, but I will be looking to get right back out there to make some sort of creds."

"I'm not a soldier," Vixen notes. "I can shoot straight and I'm learning some other shit, but that's general purposes. Me and firefights don't mix. Though that don't mean I got no experience.. and I'll tell you this. Ever need someone that can handle computers.. you come to me. That's what I do." She straightens and smirks as he notes, "I've cracked CS ICE before. Nothing better than turning their automated turrets back on the fuckers." And the amusement lingers in her expression. "So yeah.. I can get my hands clean, but heavy fighting ain't me. I'll see what I can get for you. Just give me a drop point and I'll slip something by there whenever I get something in my filters."

Bartholemew nods with an impressed chuckle, "Nice move, my partner dabbles with computers but hes a soldier like me mostly. I got an apartment in the Dregs, Cheapo apartments. Me and my partner share a room there, you can drop it there, or shoot me a holler on frequency 1204 to hook up somewhere. Either way is good for now, though soon we will be moving to a warehouse when we find one suitable for housing and gear."

Vixen nods her head and grins causally. "I'll drop it by. Could drop it on your table, but I won't be that crass. Under the door should work." She then says, "That's about all I have for you right now. When the day gets solid or I have anything else major, I'll let you know. And if you have any word, I'd prefer you drop it in my PO Box." She dips a hand into her coat, pulling out a card which she offers up on approach to the man. The simple block letters say, 'Vixen's View' and have a radio frequency and a PO Box number below. "That's my public broadcast. Assuming you don't listen already. I never tend to ask, really. I figure one way or another what I say gets around, even if not everyone agrees with it."

Bartholemew gives a light chuckle as he accepts the card giving a once over before tucking it away in a pouch on his utility belt. "I've listened a bit when I can. I'll see you in about a week then." with a quick bow of his head he turns to make his way out returning his helmet over his head as he heads down the stair case and out of the garage.