// MISSION CLOCK: ON
// MISSION PARTICIPANTS: DARK_WOLF
// Gumshoe has taken control of drugs in New York. However, in Pennsylvania the story is different. They don't
// care who buys them just that they get there. The job here is to make sure the drugs make it to their target point,
// a checkpoint on the New York/Pennsylvania border.
Coming into Pennsylvania, you see that the criminal underbelly of this territory isn't too keen on formalities. You are rushed under a tarp as a rain pours down in the urban cityscape, lights high above illuminating advertisements of various random products you ultimately cared little about. The augment that brought you in, a CHiP, looks over to a Psy and is passed a paper with a red line drawn across it. Two dots are drawn in on the line, and he looks up as he runs his finger onto them. He suddenly makes a weird expression of surprise, and puts his freehand behind his head in embarrassment.
"Sorry girl," he says sheepishly in his gang-banger accent, "I'm a CHiP, we normally talk through the dataverse to each other. I've been doing a lot of that lately, forgot you weren't plugged into our gang," he resumed his stance of pointing out the map. The dots were on two bridges.
"These bridges take us over the Old Penn Ghetto. Falling off those is a roughly two-mile drop, but that makes it a perfect place for the locals who don't like our partnership to show up and raise Hell, y'know-wha-I-mean?" He looked up to you, "We'll be moving in trucks down the road. We're ready when you are."
// MISSION PARTICIPANTS: DARK_WOLF
// Gumshoe has taken control of drugs in New York. However, in Pennsylvania the story is different. They don't
// care who buys them just that they get there. The job here is to make sure the drugs make it to their target point,
// a checkpoint on the New York/Pennsylvania border.
Coming into Pennsylvania, you see that the criminal underbelly of this territory isn't too keen on formalities. You are rushed under a tarp as a rain pours down in the urban cityscape, lights high above illuminating advertisements of various random products you ultimately cared little about. The augment that brought you in, a CHiP, looks over to a Psy and is passed a paper with a red line drawn across it. Two dots are drawn in on the line, and he looks up as he runs his finger onto them. He suddenly makes a weird expression of surprise, and puts his freehand behind his head in embarrassment.
"Sorry girl," he says sheepishly in his gang-banger accent, "I'm a CHiP, we normally talk through the dataverse to each other. I've been doing a lot of that lately, forgot you weren't plugged into our gang," he resumed his stance of pointing out the map. The dots were on two bridges.
"These bridges take us over the Old Penn Ghetto. Falling off those is a roughly two-mile drop, but that makes it a perfect place for the locals who don't like our partnership to show up and raise Hell, y'know-wha-I-mean?" He looked up to you, "We'll be moving in trucks down the road. We're ready when you are."