Guns for Hire - Script Thirty One

Civic Court House, Night City 2.41pm - 06/02/2016

Still pissed with Alex for zapping him earlier in the week & having drunk a touch to much the previous evening T Bird was pretty morose on the way over to the Justice offices however by the time they stood under the watchful eye of the all new Milkor security enforcement services in the shadow of the court house as newly installed Night City court enforcement officers, complete with official ID & shiny stars that he started to feel any more himself,

"Still don't feel right does it" muttered Skinpin as he stuffed the badge in his back pocket,

"Being legal or Milkor's goons on the streets" queried Vrasten,

"Fuck that" scorned Skinpin, "I just mean it's not right, we get shields but what about dog, he's just as much one of us as anybody else, why don't he get a badge for his collar"

Forlorn Hope, Night City 4.26pm - 06/02/2016

Back at the Hope Vrasten again scrutinised the list provided by Milkor along with the additional information provided with court warrants, of the seventeen named, one patrol officer John DiResta, had jumped of the Del Coronado bridge rather than face public humiliation in the courts, three others, Reggie Dupre, John Parker & Dave Rabern had been picked up by Milkor before the shit hit the fan, leaving thirteen with a price on their head.

"Well I'll be dipped in horse shit" exclaimed Vrasten stabbing his finger at one of the mug shots, "I do know this dude, Jimmy Niggemeyer, did a stint with him on narcotics for a while, never stopped moaning, breath like horse piss, halitosis, no wonder his wife ditched him"

Forlorn Hope, Night City 9.09pm - 06/02/2016

For the rest of the evening Mariusz, Skinpin, Vrasten, T-Bird & Alex debated how best to go about cashing in on Milkor's most wanted before any of fugitives at large were picked up by justice departments motley collection of bail enforcers, the subject of H12 & Nelson King's recent decapitation was put to one side, after all whilst they were firmly now established regulars of the Forlorn Hope they were collectively pretty sure that the Professor & the Hope's other patrons wouldn't be overjoyed to know that King's death was related to Alex's new best friend, in fact Alex didn't particularly want to discuss H12 full stop, she had a decidedly uncomfortable feeling that she hadn't seen the last of the half breed bitch.

Forlorn Hope, Night City 8.21am - 07/02/2016

With Milkor's forces now firmly in control of the business & more affluent areas of the city & supplementing the cities finest elsewhere the scroats rioting in the less salubrious parts of town were gradually realising that fun time was over, glancing over the mornings scream sheets Mariusz noted that in most cases calm if not law & order was pretty much back in control, to that end Trigger & Icepick were organising the removal of the barricades from the streets around the Hope.

Night City, 9.04am - 07/02/2016

As agreed the previous night Vrasten, T Bird & Mariusz headed off in the Chrysler whilst Alex trailed after them in the campervan, Skinpin, a little worse for the evenings ingest of narcotics remaining comatose at the Hope.

They had decided to kill two birds with one stone & try & collect on the two of the listed officers, Patrol Officer Chris Raker & his girlfriend, Detective Donna Payant, they'd had a quick scout around the listed address a couple of days back to kill some time but hadn't acted under instruction from Milkor until their legitimacy as court appointed officials had been granted. The couple were listed as living in a apartment over in Westbrook, which according to Vrasten was only some twenty minutes drive from the warehouse district, so with nothing else holding them back they headed North on 16.

Melbourne Complex, Westbrook, 9.37am - 07/02/2016

Having finally persuaded the apartments resident security grunts to raise the barrier Alex followed the Chrysler into the parking lot blocking the exit of the blue soft top which the cute security goon had pointed out as belonging to Chris Raker, with T-Bird watching the exits from the parking lot Alex joined Vrasten & Mariusz in the entrance lobby before taking the stairs to the second floor apartment.

Apartment 11, Melbourne Complex, Westbrook 10.03am - 07/02/2016

Listening at the door Mariusz confirmed he could hear voices however, against in his own better judgment, allowed Vrasten to knock on the door rather than introduce it to his left foot, with Vrasten & Mariusz stood to either side Alex plumped up her tits & smiled nicely as the door opened.

As the door opened Mariusz pushed past Alex, his 12mm Dunarmco leveled in the face of Raker, Raker wearing only his shorts & armed with a coffee looked on in disbelief,

"Whatever it is you want, it's yours OK, just take it & go yeah, keys are on the table, wallets in the kitchen"

Highway 16 , Westbrook , 10.18am - 07/02/2016

Fifteen minutes later Raker sat cuffed & pale faced on the sofa as Vrasten explained just what was going on, Raker had at first protested his innocence but as Alex pointed out, they were just acting on instruction from the court, if, he, Raker, had done nothing wrong then hey, it'd all get cleared up nice & easy like.

Whilst Alex & Vrasten dealt with the formalities Mariusz checked out the rest of the apartment quickly confirming that Payant wasn't at home, the voices heard from the corridor emanating from the radio, when questioned as to her whereabouts Raker said she'd gone shopping & that he was going to join her for lunch as they both had the day off.

On route to the courthouse Raker, reluctantly, agreed to give Donna a call to suggest she pick him up as his car was giving problems, when she didn't pick up he left a message.

With Raker in the hands of the court & after collected the court fee for Raker's apprehension they headed back towards the apartments intending to watch for Donna's return on the chance she acted on the message Raker had left earlier, on route however, Raker's mobile, which Mariusz had pocketed, rang, Mariusz did his best to imitate Raker's voice but despite his best mimicry ultimately she realised it wasn't Raker on the line & cut the call.

Melbourne Complex, Westbrook, 11.19am - 07/02/2016

Back at Westbrook they were pretty pissed to discover from security that Donna had in fact gone along with the message left at their bequest by Raker & had left in one fuck of a hurry only a few minutes earlier, the grunt added that Payant had headed towards the interstate, guessing she was headed for the state line on the 828, Alex, abandoned the ponderously slow campervan joined Vrasten, T-Bird & Mariusz in the Chrysler & headed off in hot pursuit . . . . . . . . . . .time passes

Forlorn Hope, Night City 7.23pm - 13/05/2016

Pushing his way through the press of punters at the bar T-Bird winked at one of the new girls working the tables in the Hope & dropped a couple of pitchers of beer on the table in the process managing to knock Alex's half empty glass over in the process,

"So, what do we do now"shouted Skinpin over the sound of the Slaughtered lambs as they opened up the second set of the night.

Alex considered Skinpins question, what the fuck should she do, when not chasing Milkor's most wanted she'd been visited twice more by H12, the kid hadn't said fuck all & pointedly ignored Alex's questions about any forthcoming apocalypse. Alex had finally admitted to the others that H12 had come a calling, Vrasten had on a couple of occasions trawled the net trying to pick up on events following on from their holiday in Ecuador but it looked like the suits at SCC had finally managed to pay enough dollars out to keep mouths well & truly closed, obviously they new both Helen & H12 were still at large but now that H12 seemed to have abandoned her wanton slaughter things had gone pretty quiet, Alex still couldn't shake off the feeling however that it was the quiet before the storm.

They'd spent the last three months or thereabouts chasing down nine of the eleven remaining outstanding Milkor most wanted after chasing down Donna Payant just before she'd crossed the state line into Socal, or to give it its full title, the Free State of Allied Southern California, Payant had almost made it to safety but she got snarled up in traffic after a disused foot bridge collapsed over Highway 99 just a couple of miles north of the state line. After turning detective Payant over to the court they'd gradually rounded up all except Leon Young who'd turned himself in & Oran Pape who got picked up by Milkor in a raid on a bar, for there efforts they'd picked up $82,500 from Milkor plus a $20k bonus for doing it without killing anybody or bringing undue media attention Milkor's way, in addition the state had paid out another $59,000 in recovery fee's plus they'd even managed to collect another $34K for incidental scum bags that had outstanding NC warrants & court judgment's against them, taking account of expenses it at least kept them in beer, smokes & bullets.

Mariusz eased himself back into his seat & poured himself another JD, he couldn't stop grinning, he'd called long distance yesterday & spoke with Kissy, Roxy had picked up a job running Moose jaws one & only exotic bar, Kissy meantime had her hands full, literally, as the proud mother of Mariusz's twin daughters, Aisha & Alayna, DOB 11/03/2016.

Suddenly Mariusz realised Alex, Vrasten, T-Bird & Skinpin were all lookin' his way,

"Err, yeah, right, what did you say again ?"

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