Urban Warlock Quest II

'Nah, just checking in with a buddy of a buddy,'
'Buddy? Not sure I'm your buddy, pal.'
'Hey, man, Rick from Chicago, know him?'
'Maybe I do maybe I don't. What's he to ya?' the fence says.
'We bowled together,' you say.
'Why do you keep using that absurd code, Mark?' Gwynn says.
'Just being cautious,' you say.
'Cautious about what? The only other person here is the obvious criminal,'
'Bitch, be careful about who you call a criminal!' the fence says.
'Mark, can I-' Gwynn says.
'No!' you say.
'W-what? You afraid of a girl or something?' The fence says.
'Yeah. I'm a buddy of Ricks and I'm afraid of this Lady. Do you really think you should keep pushing it?' You say.
'Hey, man, I-' the fence says, '-Shit, look, I'm sorry, sir, ma'am, can we start this over?'
'For your sake, I heartily recommend it,' Gwynn says.
'So, where do I have to check off to get the permission to steal shit?' You say.
'Oh, you're like a BOWLER, fuck, man, respect,' the fence says.
'Yeah, so, care to answer my question? You know. Out of respect?'
'Oh, fuck, yeah, uh, the boss should actually be visiting today. Well, my boss. Should be enough if you ask him for permission.'

>'When will he get here? We'll be back then.'
>'You don't inspire fucking confidence. I think I'll just do it independently.'
>'Fine, we'll wait.' [write-in any questions about the local outfit.]
>Other

>'When will he get here? We'll be back then.'

'When will he be here?'
'I don't really know man, he should be checking up on me today.'
'At some point? You call this organized crime?'
'Look, man, not all of us can be from Illinois. I'm here all day, so the boss doesn't have to rush, he gets here before the day is through.'
'Fucking hell, how does he handle walk-ins?'
'He doesn't really. Not a fan of outsiders.'
'So you've no fucking idea what time today he's going to be back?'
'No sir,'
'Fucking hell, kid. We'll come by in the afternoon, if he ain't here we're going indy.'
'Aw, man, c'mon, don't be like that, I don't want a trial,'
'Well, maybe you tell your boss he should be here at six o clock then,'

You turn around to walk away, as the fence looks like he's about to shit his pants and break down crying in one single fluid motion. As you turn, however, his face brightens up.

'Oh! Dude, that guy's the boss,' he says, to a man turning down the street, walking towards this store. He is bald, between his late twenties and early forties, wearing shorts, an aloha shirt, and sandals, smoking a cigarette in a short holder.

>Walk away. The operation is clearly a joke.
>Approach as an equal, talk about co-operation.
>Approach as a superior. Tell him what you're going to do and dare him to get in your way.
>Approach from a position of respect. Give him your regards and ask for permission to do a job.
>Other

>Approach as an equal, talk about co-operation.

>Approach as an equal, talk about co-operation.

>>Approach as a superior. Tell him what you're going to do and dare him to get in your way.

You dust yourself off.
'I guess I'll go to work then,'
'What role would you have me take on?' Gwynn says.
'Just be yourself. I'm not bowing to this guy, but he is the boss around these parts,'
'I shall employ restraint,'

You turn to the entrance and wait for the owner of this establishment. As he enters you feel the scent of strong tobacco and just a note of quality weed.

'Who's this 'n?' the boss says.
'Mark Blaine, I am here from Chicago, on business.'
'I am Gwynn,' Gwynn says and curtsies.
'The business is mattresses. American dream! Bed to sleep on for every damned filthy one of us,'
'Your other business,'
'You a cop? 'Course you are! You want my ledger? You cannot get my ledger, you mud-bellied, beady-eyed pig,'
'Sir, I am sure we can come to an agreement,' you say.
'Agreement? What'dyou want?' he says, his face now inches away from yours.
'I would simply like to inform you that I will be carrying out an operation in this city,'
'Operation? You a surgeon? What are you asking a mattress merchant?'
'I'm going to be burglarizing someone. Just bringing the information to the people here that matter.'
'Fucking hell, you cannot just go around taking people's shit! We have a society going on! There is a whole thing of social construct, or what have you.'
'We assure you, we shall be quiet about it. You will not hear anything more from us,'
'Fucking foreigners. Why should I let you do it? Could just call the cops on you,'

Roll 1d100, lower is better, roll under 30

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'Listen here, you thumb-sucking green-horned bastard, this is our town, I don't want any Canadian bastards taking shit from the people here,' the boss says.
'Boss, I mean, can't we give them a chance?'
'God damn it, Tim, they're bottom-feeding millenial scum, think they're entitled to everything! Get out of my store!'

>Leave. It's not like they're ever going to catch you.
>Kill this insane man, intimidate Timmy, they're the only ones that know you're here. You can work unimpeded then.
>Ask Timmy who is his bosses' boss. Go above this crazy bastards head.
>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.
>Other

>>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.
Probably a bad idea but fuck this guy.

>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.

'Gwynn?'
'Yes, Mark?'
'Would you consider it a favor if I asked you to deal with this guy as you saw fit?'
'Oh, not at all. It would be my pleasure,' Gwynn says.
'Who's this? Your goddamned thug's a 120 pound chick?' the boss says.
'Barty James Winchester,' Gwynn says, and the boss freezes, 'Look into my eyes.'

For such a small action, the intimidation factor is real goddamned high.

'What the hell, you fucking witch,' Bart says, but he sounds resigned, monotone.

'Listen to me, little man. Now, come over here,' Gwynn says.
'I ain't doing nothing you tell me,' Bart says, and starts walking towards Gwynn.

Out of nowhere, Gwynn produces a silver spoon. Mostly a spoon. It is definitely sharper than any spoon you have seen.

'Keep your eyes open, Barty James Winchester,' she says, 'Lift your head up.'

He does so. Slowly, Gwynn moves the silver spoon towards the right eye of Barty.

'What the fuck! What the fuck! Get away from me, you crazy bitch!'
'You never saw us. You never will see us again. I am just making sure.'

Tim screams. He drops on his knees behind the counter. 'Oh man, oh man, I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I swear!'

'Imma kill you! You're dead! You're fucking dead!'

>This is just about what you expected. Maybe she's bluffing. Let her proceed.
>Stop her.
>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'
>Other

>>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'
Fair folk are hardcore.

>>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'

>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'

Quick question guys
Should we do
That?

The spoon keeps moving in infinitesimal increments. By now, any mortal's hand might twitch, stabbing the eye by accident. Lucky Gwynn's no mortal. Lucky for Bart, anyways.

'So, Barty, ready to deal yet?'
'Get this crazy bitch away from me,'
'Barty, you sure you should be insulting Gwynn?'
'God damn you people, what the fuck is wrong with you?' the spoon touches the lower eye-lid of Barty's. He starts screaming.
'Would you hold on for a moment, Gwynn?'
'I really do not want to,' Gwynn says. She's smiling. Aaand she sounds a little turned on.
'Barty, did you hear that, the Lady doesn't want to stop.'
'Yes! Fuck! Yes! Whatever! Do what you want! Ain't my place to refuse you, right? Fuck!' Barty says.

And just like that Gwynn is standing next to you, calm and unarmed. It is as if none of this ever happened, but for the tiny half-moon cut on Barty's eye-lid.

'Fuck, so what do you want from me?'

>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'
>'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.'
>'I need a crew for the job. Any recommendations?'
>Other

>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'

>>'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.'

>>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'

>'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.'

>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'

>>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'

'Look, Barty, we came here trying to make friends, right?'
'Your b-, your fucking lady tried to scoop my fucking eye out,'
'After you were thoroughly impolite towards us. Seriously, though, I just want to make friends. Where can I meet up with the leadership of the local amateur re-possessor club?'
'Fuck, man, I'll give you an address, be there at six,'
'If you fuck us, we will kill you before we go down, I swear this to you, Barty James Winchester,' Gwynn says.
'Ooh, she takes her vows seriously. I'd take it to heart if I was you.'
'Fine! Hell, see you folks at six.'

>Leave, go shopping.
>Leave, go gambling.
>Leave, go drinking.
>Talk to Timmy.
>Other.

>>Leave, go shopping.
We gambled last night, Don't want to push our luck too much

>>Leave, go shopping.
We got some cash? Let's get some duds and step proper

>Leave, go shopping.

You walk out. You're trying to not look over the shoulder. This could be really dangerous, intimidation makes enemies. Gwynn might not care about a couple of monkeys holding a grudge for a couple of decades, but you know that Barty will try to kill you sooner or later. Gwynn too, but he'll definitely fail at that.

Oh fuck it.

'Gwynn, let's go shopping.'
'Oh, good. You look absolutely dreadful.'
'Come on, the suit makes me look ruggedly handsome,'
'It makes you look like a vagrant, my Mark,'
'It's not like we can buy anything fancy on $300,'
'That is a great shame. Well, it will be something to pass the time.'

You get an Uber back, making extra certain that this time the driver is a mortal, and find yourself in a shopping center less than half an hour later. After the day's travelling you have $270 left.

>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.
>Shop for clothes within your means.
>Try to shop-lift something [write-in]
>Other

>Shop for clothes within your means.

>>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.

>>Shop for clothes within your means.

>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.

>>Do some pick-pocketing to boost your funds.
Soma extra cash can't hurt

Roll for that thievery

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You are just too good at this. Shopping malls are also the ideal place for it. you make $ 80 more from cautiously lifting wallets and employing your patented lift-and-release method to make sure no-one even notices that any of their money was taken.

'Mark, please, let me pick out your clothes.'

>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'
>'Nah, I've got this.'
>'We're not buying clothes.' [write-in what you ARE buying.]
>Other

>>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'
I have veto power on anything too stupid looking.

>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'

>>'Go right ahead. I do not much care for this crap anyways.'

'Can it not be stupid?'
'Darling, the purpose of clothes is to stand out,'
'Gwynn, I don't want to look like a clown,'
'Fine.' Gwynn says, clearly disappointed.

Even then you have to veto a purple leopard print jacket, and another jacket that is leather and rhine-stone. In the end you feel that you managed to come out fairly sane looking, if perhaps a little more colorful than you might choose for yourself. You also do not quite understand the purpose of the light scarf, but you cannot deny that it kind of suits you.

In the end you look like someone off a fashion show cat-walk, grey jacket and trousers, purple shirt and snake-skin shoes. You'd feared that shopping on Gwynn's idea of a budget would leave you broke, but you still have $180 left after you're done.

[Progress to relationship increase with Gwynn 1/3]

'You look very nearly presentable. Let us get you a haircut and a shave.'
'My haircut's fine. I'll shave back in the room.'
'Oh, fine.'

>Spend some more money here [write-in]
>Replace some part of the outfit Gwynn bought you.
>Have some lunch.
>People-watch for a while
>Other

>>People-watch for a while
Ask about the kind of deals she would offer to some people. What/how we can facilitate

Supporting

Backing

You sit down next to the escalator.
'Ice cream?' you say.
'Oh yes,' Gwynn says, and you buy her one.
This city makes no fucking sense. It is like no one actually lives here. It sometimes takes you minutes to hear any English, or any Spanish for that matter. The clothes, the colors, the degrees of wealth, it seems like the whole world is in here.
'So, about our deal.'
'What do you wish to know, child?'
'What exactly do you want?'
'Was I not clear the first time?'
'Couldn't you explain it more clearly?'
'Would you be ready to actually begin working towards it?'
'Do you want to just sit here exchanging questions?'
'Do you?'
'Could you just answer the question, please?
The way she eats the ice-cream is a little weird. It doesn't melt, and she doesn't care for the cold. She bites it, but manages to remain elegant while doing so.
'Oh, fine. You must seal deals on behalf of my court, but you knew that already. Now, to some extent, we will fulfill the contracts to the best of our ability, but you are expected to do as much as you can as well. It doesn't really matter who you do it to, what does matter is the type of the deal you make. We want years of life, we want suffering, we want sorrowful, tragic choices. You should start slow. Try asking for money for small miracles. Maybe a drop of blood for a nightmare sent. These are useless to us, but you need to prove your loyalty before we can trust you with higher magics,'
'So, it cannot be anything, y'know, fair?'
'We do not like fair, but you could get rather far while dealing in decently good faith. Our greatest mysteries are restricted to those that think like us,'
'So, what, do I just walk out and ask for money for the fair folk?'
'It'd do. It'd also be absurdly gauche. I wouldn't think much of you if you did something so brutish, but the rules would require that I share'
'What would you like then?'
'I do not much care, so long as you are clever'

>Inquire further [specify]
>Ask something else [write-in]

Would a deal with somebody who helps us with the job count as advancing the cause of the Courts seeing as it helps us stay ahead of the king?

'So, if I asked someone to help us on one of our jobs, would that count as a deal? It could be helping the courts keep me alive,'
'Ah, that would depend on quite a few technicalities. For one, it cannot be done for friendship or for money. We do not care for either of those, and cannot make deals involving them. For another, they would have to be in my service, not yours, they would have to obey my commands without question, and yours only when I approve of it. Finally, there must be real risk to their person, liberty or resources.'
'That makes no sense. The results are the same,'
'I could not care less about the results. I care about the deals. And a little about the mayhem they might cause.'
'Crazy fucking faeries,'
To that, Gwynn merely smiles.

>That's enough chatter. You still have a few hours to waste. [Write-in to do something specific, or to fast-forward to the meeting.]
>More questions

>>More questions
Just as a point of clarification, what would you consider "small miracles" because I think we might have differing perspectives on this. Like a day or good luck or what?

>That's enough chatter. You still have a few hours to waste. [Write-in to do something specific, or to fast-forward to the meeting.]
Make sure we have all the equipment we need for thieving maybe get us a weapon for when things go south on us.

also do we still have our shades for wearing at night and indoors?

'You mentioned small miracles earlier. What do you mean by that?'
'Oh, nothing much. The small bits of magic you can do already. A little bit of surface mind-reading. Some faerie gold that disappears in twenty minutes. That sort of thing,'
'So, you'd accept money in exchange for those?'
'I do not care for money, but we do need it, ultimately. We own quite a bit of land, and we do need to maintain it, so we do make some deals for money.'
'Like what?'
'Oh, most of the time we take it in increments of entire fortunes, but we do not ask for so much from our little warlocks, and so what we offer in exchange is lesser too.'
'So, what would you ask for a change of face, in terms of money?'
'Oh, a half of all that they have on hand?'
'Right. I might have guessed.'
'So, are you all done, my Mark? Can we get going?'
'Yeah, we can't get the tools of my trade anyways. If I wind up needing anything that is.'
'Shall we go then?'
'Yeap.'

The sunglasses are impervious to all but the gravest harm. They're on unless stated otherwise.

You just loiter for an hour or so, spending time with Gwynn, making sure no one is gunning for you and preparing to meet with the overlords of the underworld of Las Vegas. By five thirty you are as ready as you're ever going to get, and so you depart.

You reach the address you were given by Barty, and you find yourself in an arcade. This place is old as fuck, and no one is lining up to get inside.

You walk up to the entrance, and are met by a thug. You tell him your name, he shrugs and lets you inside. People are actually playing the arcade games. There are prison tatoos and shaved heads everywhere, and many of them are playing the top tier fighting games from a decade ago.

>Do not draw attention to yourself, scope out the place
>Introduce yourself, loudly
>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation
>Other

>>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation

>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation

>>Look for someone that matters and strike up a conversation

>>Other
Scope out the champion and beat his whoop his ass in !not street fighter

You're not here to make an impression, you're here to make contacts. You scan the room, and quickly notice that Barty's here. You ignore him and keep looking. Some twenty feet away from him there stands a man in conversation with another. Both of them are wearing suits, but only one of them has bodyguards in suits.

One of his bodyguards is playing a fighting game on his own. You walk up and toss in a coin. You look at him, nod, he grunts back. You pick a musclebound character with a ponytail, wearing pink trousers.

This guy is actually pretty good. The game gets intense. He starts by a flurry of high kicks and you are down a third of your health before you can respond. You block and respond, slowly getting his health down, cautiously retreating when you can, but then he jumps over you and jabs you in the back several times. You are left on a sliver of health, and go on the defensive. He makes a mistake, winding up for a major combo, giving you time to flinch-lock him, and deal the last strike while you have a barely visible sliver of health left. Your opponent grunts: 'best of three.' 'Sorry, buddy, gotta talk to your boss.' He grunts again.

You walk up to the boss.

'Mark Blaine, a pleasure to meet you,' you say and extend your hand. He shakes it, looks down on you and responds in a low, slightly threatening voice: 'We do not appreciate outsiders bullying our contractors, Mark.'

>'He really asked for it,'
>'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,'
>'I apologize, it was not my intent for things to get out of hand. I am here to pay my amends.'
>Other

>>'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,'

>>'He really asked for it,'
>>'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,'

>>'He really asked for it,'

>>'I apologize, it was not my intent for things to get out of hand. I am here to pay my amends.'

'Maybe you shouldn't contract crazy cunts then,' you say and smile. The handshake gets harder.
'Do you know where you are, boy?'
'You know who we're talking about. You know he really asked for it. He insulted my beautiful companion, and he tried to force my hand into working independently.'
He looks in your eye for a long second.
'Oh fuck it, I'm sure you're right. But he's a friend of family. Try not to make things worse, or I will have to step in. What are you here for, Mark?'

>'Just want to ask for permission to do some jobs.'
>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'
>'Just getting rid of competition while you're all in the same place at the same time.'
>Other

>>'Just want to ask for permission to do some jobs.'
I really want to make a fae bargain with him, but I'm not all too sure how to word it

>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'

>>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'
This is a good chance for making contacts.

>>'I am the best damned second-story man you've heard of, if we work together we can make serious money.'

'Well, sir, I'm the best damned second story man you've ever laid your eyes on. We could make some serious money if we worked together,'
'Cocky. Lots of cocky kids around these days. But I think I'm gonna let you prove it.'
'If I had access to-'
'No. No access to shit. If you're as good as you think, you can do it without shit. You can take, eh, fucking Timmy with you, the kid needs some experience. Take him as an intern, no cut.'

Getting a kid like Timmy on your team early means he'll likely trust you a lot more than he will his actual bosses. On the other hand, Timmy seems to be a bit of a fuck-up. Sure, everyone fucks up when they're starting out, but you're not really in the position where you can fuck up.

'Do you have any place in mind?'
'Boy, you just do something to impress me. Any downtown condo will be a nightmare to break. I like art, if you hit up a gallery that'd impress me some. Of course, the big-time is to break into a strip casino vault, but no one's done it, ever. So, bottom line, I don't give a shit. Just make it big.'

>Take Timmy y/n

>Try to break into a condo of some businessman
>Try to steal some art
>Try to break a casino
>Caution is key, fuck impressing this guy- regular flow of money will do that eventually.Just do a suburban house.
>Other target

>>Take Timmy y/n
>Y

>Try to break into a condo of some businessman

>y
>>Try to steal some art
Breaking into a condo is also acceptable.

>Take Timmy y/n
>y
>>Try to steal some art

>Take Timmy y
>Try to steal some art

There are a number of art galleries in the city and they are not that insanely well defended, in comparison to the bigger European galleries, or even the museums in DC or Manhattan. Art tends to be the easiest of 'big time' heists to pull off and the hardest to fence, but since you have a buyer standing right in front of you, you figure you can go for it.

'Any painting in town you're particularly interested in?'
The Boss smiles,
'I prefer sculptures. The older the better. I like thinking about what the world was like before all these rules,'
'And I think my kind of a job is exactly the kind of tutelage that Timmy could use.'
The boss turns towards the frightened teenager.
'Ey, Timmy!'
'Yes, Mr. Moraney.'
'You're on a job with these clowns. Don't fuck up,'
'Yes si-,' he notices Gwynn. He chokes on the word, and his voice breaks 'Yes sir!' he says, without enthusiasm.
'So, Mark, will you be staying around for more games?' Mr. Moraney says.
'Nah, I quit while I'm ahead.'
'Hah. Damned fine skill to have in this city. Come back with something pretty.'

Timmy approaches you, inspecting his own feet. 'Lady Gwynn, I apologize for any insult I, or my boss might have given you,' he says, and actually bows. Having a peasant bow in front of her suits Gwynn disturbingly well. 'You are forgiven, child,' she says.

'Damn, what'd you do to Winchester, woman?'
'I called him Names,' Gwynn says.
'Sure, whatever. Go forth and steal shit, yeah?'

You leave the arcade.

'So, what are we taking?' Timmy asks, when the silence gets to him. You take out your smart-phone and Google the local galleries. All of them seem to have some statuettes on display.

>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.
>Go for the balanced option. A renaissance bust of David.
>Keep it as safe as possible. There are some 18th century British brass figurines in an antiques shop near the Strip.
>Other

>>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.
Fuck it, let's go big. Gwyn would like then dramatics of the reveal when we succeed anyways.

>>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.
Why do anything less than the best? Scope it out, see what security is like, try to figure out a guard to work with or steal his keys at least

>>>Go for the most risk, most reward. Get an ancient Assyrian clay figurine.
also we could probably make some deal with Timmy for talent and or status given in exchange for life or pain.

I was wondering if we would be able to sell Timmy off to the Fay, but it seems he is in with fay already.

'Eh, kid, no risk no reward. We're hitting up Manticore for this pazuzu figurine.'
Timmy gulps, audibly.
'T-the Manticore? It's open 24/7, there's always p-people there. It's impossible.'
'Mortal child, nothing is impossible, certainly not bypassing your security systems,' Gwynn says.
'Mortal?' Timmy says in a minuscule voice
'Yeah, it won't be easy, but Mr Moraney will fucking love it.'
'So you've done harder jobs?'
'Sure,' you lie.
'Oh. Well, how do we do it? How do we take it when the room's full of people.'

>We get people out first. Fake an emergency, then go it.
>We take it out from in front of their noses. A little distraction, and before they turn around; it's gone.
>We wait until the early hours of the morning. No matter if it's open all day long, no one's going to be there at 5AM
>Other

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>We wait until the early hours of the morning. No matter if it's open all day long, no one's going to be there at 5AM
>find some clothes that would let us look like workers moving one of the pieces
Maybe steal a van or somthing for transport while we wait.

+1

>>We wait until the early hours of the morning. No matter if it's open all day long, no one's going to be there at 5AM
Since we really don't have a deadline, and I want to see capable you are, we can scope the place out once or twice over the next day or so.

>We take it out from in front of their noses. A little distraction, and before they turn around; it's gone.

Maximum flourish.

'First of all, there aren't people there all night long. Even if it is open 24/7, nobody's going to be there at 5AM,' you say.
'Make it between three and four in the morning. Symbolic reasons,' Gwynn says.
'What?' you say.
'The witching hour,' Gwynn says, and Timmy pales visibly.
'Yeah, something like 3:45 would work fine. We scope it out, we see if there is anybody moving the pieces, if they have uniforms, and if we can buy them.'
'That- Like, that might work. What do you want me to do?'

>You got a car, Timmy? We need a driver.
>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information.
>You will be carrying the figurine out. I know it sounds scary, but the surveillance and obfuscation are really the more dangerous parts.
>We all go in together, then I delegate as needed once we're on the floor.

>You got a car, Timmy? We need a driver.

>>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information.
Probably best as information gatherer. We can ride out on a goddamned unicorn, which is faster than any car

>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information.

We should go in too, because Timmy will probably miss something.

>>We'll get you into some clothes that someone going to the Manticore might wear, you will scope it out, bring us back information.
make it a learning experience timmy might become an asset in the future if we nurture him or a good mark for a deal when he trusts us