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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Who are you looking for?
Biotechnica Facility Holding Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:42pm
“You’re a nomad?” Bull’s Eye suddenly stopped his pacing and looked directly at Freeway, suspicion and appreciation a strange mix on his hardened face.
“I am, but I feel like I’ve been in the rat race too long.”
“What nation?”
“My Family is Jode, but I’ve spent more time with the Aldecaldo’s in recent years.”
The conversation was led a little further down that road with Bull’s Eye sharing that he and Croaker had been with the Snake Nation before their family had been obliterated by the NCPD. Bull’s Eye doesn’t explain why the raid took place.
“I’ve had more than enough run-ins with the NCPD. I’ve been up in northern Arizona mostly the last few years, came down to Night City to look for a family member. Been taking on the odd job to make ends meet. The places I go, I don’t seem to make friends too easily, not lately anyway.”
The nomad was careful what he let the men know, despite the gravity of their situation he fully intended to claim Rackman’s bounty, and somewhere in this facility was the information he was looking for.
“So,” Firewind presses after the two nomads became acquainted some, and Bull’s Eye appeared to calm a bit more. “The person you were looking for…”
There was what seemed like an awkward pause between them, the medic wondering if he’d gone too far, Freeway wondering whether Rackman was worth it.”
“He’s a nobody. A suit who’s been embezzling, a wayward husband, a thief. Take your pick. To me he’s just a paycheck.”
Biotechnica Facility Holding Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:55pm
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 04:25:25.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
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Biotechnica Facility Holding Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:40pm
“Shut up, Choomba!” Colton growled as he turned on the medtech. “You don’t know if you can trust this sumbitch, so don’t go bearin’ your soul!”
Firewind held up his hands a bit in defense, then decided on another route. “Your name. Freeway. How’d you get it?”
“You don’t have to worry about baring any soul to me. I’d wager a good night’s sleep and a decent meal that this room is bugged, besides whether you tell me or not is irrelevant really, they’ll get it out of you in a few hours, I’m pretty certain of that.”
He wondered how long the tough guy act would last once they decided they needed him to talk. Freeway had lasted no more than a few minutes, and he’d considered himself fairly resistant to mild forms of torture. A week in a Shiv marauder camp had helped toughen him up, but these guys were pro’s. He almost looked forward in a macabre sort of way to seeing Bulls Eye crying like a baby.
He let a fleeting smile escape his lips.
“The name’s more of a rank in my family than an actual name, but I use it with the zeroes coz they tend to remember it better than a real name. I’m just a driver, nothing more glamorous than that, big rigs, interstates and freeway’s.”
Biotechnica Facility Holding Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:42pm
Posted on 2008-09-14 at 22:16:08.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: And then there were three..
Biotechnica Facility Holding Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:40pm
Freeway wondered just how much his chances of getting out of here had improved with Bulls Eye sharing his cell. Somehow he just knew that the second that door opened the big man would be all over the guards, and they’d return the favor by breaking one of his arms or inflicting some severe beating on him with one of their meat prods. Then again maybe that was what was needed to bring him down a peg or two.
But with Bull’s Eye pre-occupied with the door, the nomad thought that the conversation with the medic would probably help further diffuse the situation. He realized that they were unlikely to want to sleep with the adrenalin still in their veins. He didn’t when they first threw him in here. He moved his hand away from his face and rolled over onto his elbow to face the medic.
“I think I’ve been here about four days give or take a few hours. It’s difficult keeping track of time when you have nothing by which to mark it. I haven’t seen daylight since they threw me in here.” For a second he wondered how much four days would have changed things back home, and whether anyone had noticed he was missing. He doubted it. It would likely be weeks before that happened, and then only because his rent was due or his tab at The Igloo hadn’t been paid and Joe was cursing and swearing about that ‘bloody unreliable sonofabitch Freeway’. His client wasn’t expecting to hear from him for at least that as well.
“I don’t know what they do here but with the security they have around the place I’d wager it isn’t something they want the rest of the world to know about. I’m here looking for someone, but finding her isn’t my main priority right now.”
Biotechnica Facility Holding Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:42pm
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 15:36:08.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Cell – Northeast of Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 11:35pm
“Your friend’s right, you need to get some sleep. Both of you look like shit and that door isn’t going anywhere in a hurry.”
The nomad slid back to the floor, using the wall to support the full weight of his body as he did so. He didn’t appear concerned or intimidated at the gruff demands of the new arrival. Years of bar room brawls, and more than a dozen arrests had hardened him to the usual stare down and intimidation tactics used by prisoners to command respect and enforce their control over a new cellmate. It wasn’t going to wash, and the sooner the big guy realized it, the better off they were all going to be. The adrenalin still running through his body needed to be diffused in a diplomatic way, as Freeway was in no mood for a tussle, even though his size and training would probably have seen him victorious.
He turned his attention away from them after his brief suggestion and back to the thoughts that had been occupying his mind as the door had opened, but the man's intensity broke the thought train once again.
“Our side, or not?”
It should have appeared rather obvious, even to the most intellectually challenged that he was in exactly the same predicament as them and it needed no explanation. The Polynesian appeared to have already figured that out.
“Oh, and don’t think about jumping the guards next time they come back in.” He patted the bruising mark just below his hairline “Been there, done that. When they take you out for interrogation make sure you take note of everyone you see and every door you pass. This place is a maze and if you’re at all planning on getting out you don’t want to be wasting time deciding which way to go.”
He stared past Bull's Eye and wondered how a man would be saddled with such a curious handle. Maybe he just attracted trouble. Maybe he just asked for it. Like now.
“Get some sleep and I’ll tell you what I know when you’re done”. With that he closed his eyes and covered his eyelids with his hand, offering them as much shade as he could from the fluorescent glow of the ceiling paneling. Finally he shifted slightly away from the two men and the door.
“And the name’s Freeway.”
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 04:25:39.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 04:27:02 by Freeway
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