Author Topic: INHUMAN Rebooted — Chapter 1: A Common Cause  (Read 168839 times)

Ryde raises his hands in submission, still retaining his smirk, though. "Alright, alright. None of you have my sense of humor. Anyway, whats with this meeting?"

     Daniel enters through the garage door, wiping his eyes away with his good hand.  He offered a short wave to everyone, "Coffee?" he asked.

Norum nods as Elena speaks up. "Same here."

Norum stops as Daniel greets the company, "Nope, only what's on the table."
Daniel looks on the table and three bottles, one of Vogelstampfen scotch whiskey, some black label hard liquor whose label is facing the other way, and a large 1.75L bottle of red wine.
"Oh, and Elena, are you bringing anything?"

Norum nods as Elena speaks up. "Same here."

Norum stops as Daniel greets the company, "Nope, only what's on the table."
Daniel looks on the table and three bottles, one of Vogelstampfen scotch whiskey, some black label hard liquor whose label is facing the other way, and a large 1.75L bottle of red wine.
"Oh, and Elena, are you bringing anything?"

"KSD and cheap beer. I thought more people would turn out,"

     Daniel enters through the garage door, wiping his eyes away with his good hand.  He offered a short wave to everyone, "Coffee?" he asked.

"I might have coffee liqueur,"



Ryde raises his hands in submission, still retaining his smirk, though. "Alright, alright. None of you have my sense of humor. Anyway, whats with this meeting?"

"If more people would have turned up I we woulda discussed what job to take next, but it looks like I'll have to get opinions over text,"

"Are these about the news or something? Cuz' I've been on that like white-on-rice.", Ryde says.

"None of it is about the news," Norum responds simply to Ryde, before turning to Elena, grabbing a shot glass and taking the scotch to pour some.

"Well, I was meaning to announce a job, but we would prefer someone with negotiating skills. I was waiting for follow-up, but everything is essentially finalized..."
"Do you know the details or should I send out the offer?"
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Ryde huffs, before pouring himself a shot of the same stuff Norum took.

Norum glances over at Ryde pouring the shot and throws back his own with little more than a soft grunt. "Elena?"

Norum glances over at Ryde pouring the shot and throws back his own with little more than a soft grunt. "Elena?"

"Sorry, distracted for a second,"

She picks out a glass for herself and draws it towards her. She doesn't put anything in it yet.

"The job I came up with is a car repossession. It sounds stupid, but bear with me. The repossession order is not fraudulent, but the repo crew, us, will be. Hell, a large minority of the towing companies here are frauds anyway. And the cops won't care. Before you feel bad, the guy losing his car keeps bouncing checks. It shouldn't be difficult, but it doesn't pay as well as Norum's,"


Ryde gulps down his shot, and says, "I'll withhold saying anything until Norum says his job."

"Of course," Elena remarks.

She backs away from the table.

"I'll be right back,"

Elena heads through the door into another part of the building. She soon appears in the open second floor, before ascending another flight of stairs to the third.

Ryde watches Elena walk out, before pouring himself another shot of the same drink.

"I might have coffee liqueur,"
     Daniel grumbles to himself in reply.  He rubs his eyes and stays quiet as he paces about the room.  "Norum?  What's your job?" he chimes in finally.

Ryde gulps down his shot, and says, "I'll withhold saying anything until Norum says his job."
Daniel grumbles to himself in reply.  He rubs his eyes and stays quiet as he paces about the room.  "Norum?  What's your job?" he chimes in finally.
Norum, who had just poured his second shot, takes out his phone, and presses a button on the touch screen, keeping the phone in his hand, and begins pacing around to the table. "A man by the name of Marco Villacrés, a manager of Gauntlet Capital Group has some of the group's property held at ransom by Quo, who was contracted by a rival company to hold it. I was asked to carry a briefcase from their W. Midtown Central branch office to a Quo branch office in the Salus Quarter of Bay Bend to release the property."

Norum sits down at a hair opposite Ryde and throws back the shot and placing his phone in front of him on the table. "I didn't believe that only one pair of eyes would be safe for this mission, and so I would like some volunteers. Reward is $2,750 a head with a cap of $12,000 total. Increased risk payout is looking at $1,500 a head minimum, but negotiable and a $11,000 total cap. Our guarantor is Villacrés himself."

Norum begins to pour his third shot, this time with dark rum. "Because of the chance of diminishing returns with the more we have on the mission, I will only be selecting the finest. Now I need you to both understand, Villacrés is not big-time, but I guarantee if we do well on this mission, we may have more serious connections, and therefore, we might presume, steps close to finding the Doctor." Norum presses the button on his phone again and, from what Ryde can make out, taps and scrolls through a menu, selects a contact, types out a short message, which opens his messaging app and pushes a button to send in his open conversation.

"Hm. Sounds more action-packed than Elena's--No offence." Ryde says. "I'm in, Norum."