<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015901#pid2015901"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Mateo Reyes</span></a><br/>Buy and Go<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Serena, Jin-lai, Elaine<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>Mateo's interest was piqued somewhat at the offer of Serena coming to the beach with him.<i>She does start a party wherever she goes and it HAS come back on me before. But I also don't want the inevitable million dudes trying to get at her crowding my sun. Things to consider.</i>He begun to walking towards the Buy and Go, the only supermarket chain to have sponsorship from three major governments. Approaching it he could see that the chain-wide stereotypes of the store applied, the parking lot was overcrowded, the patrons looked like they could stand to lose about 50kg, and several workers who just finished with the day smoking at the side of the building and loudly complaining about their day. Inside the doors a burst of AC washed over the group on shore leave. The monotonous rhythm of the checkout machines could be heard as Mateo walked over to get a cart and push it for the group.<br/><br/>Throughout the store he stopped for whatever his crewmates got, ranging from the wants and needs of everyday life, understandable things to get for shore leave, and in some cases questionable. Mateo had learned long ago to never really question what your coworkers get up to in their spare time. At one point while shopping for some spices he looked over at Serena and noted her remarkable restraint in not trying to immediately find a boatload of drugs as soon as they hit the planet. Mateo walked over to her and shook a joint out of his medicine bottle and extended his hand towards her. "Here. Use it if it takes you a while to find something or if your comedown is a bitch." After a few minutes he began to push the cart again and somehow got into a story where he reminisced on some of the games he and his sister used to play on his home planet.<br/><br/>They eventually made their way over to the augmented care products section and he looked over at a bottle of sealant. The bottle was adorned with a beautiful blonde woman with shapely augmentations that would never be used in a work environment outside of a bedroom. The bottle promised 30% more protection against jammed cybernetics than other leading competitors. He threw it in the cart and proceeded to checkout with the cart.<br/><br/>After a few minutes in line Mateo thought about the water that the captain wanted and left the group in line to go find it in one of the coolers near the checkout. Finding the brand she enjoyed, the cyborg pulled it out and looked up quickly enough to see an elderly woman get spear tackled by three security guards until she buckled over. Time seemed to freeze as the woman had gotten the ever loving shit beat out of her, each security guard with the grace and positioning of an experienced augmented football player. Their form was coordinated one going for the legs, one straight at the solar plexus knocking the wind out of her, and the last going straight for her shoulder. Mateo was sure he heard a crack as she finally hit the ground, a steak landing next to her on the ground. It clicked in his head immediately that she had been trying to shop lift a steak, the price of which was about 15 credits.  The old woman was sobbing in pain while one of the guards proceeded to handcuff her, the other two high fiving behind her. Mateo quickly shook the scene off and proceeded to get back in line and check out.<br/><br/><i>I've seen worse doing corporate security.</i>Mateo blandly noted. The line finally came to a head and Mateo carried most of the bags with him as the group exited the store. Heavy lifting involved even the most minor of things at times. "So after this I think I'll get ready and head to the beach. Where did you guys want me to put this anyway? Are you all getting hotel rooms or should I go load most of this back on the shuttle?" The cyborg eyed the group over with his pale blue eyes.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>"Oh? So you're going to the beach sir? I hear a lot of augmented people going there lately. Well sir I hope you have fun." The security officer beamed at a man, underneath the table he was giving a hand signal to his coworker to plant a decently sized nail bomb in his bag. After a few seconds he gave the bag back to the heavily augmented tourist. "Well I hope you enjoy your vacation sir!" he smiled at the unknowing suicide bomber. The augmented man gave his thanks and departed the station, the bomb designated to go off about 30 meters away from his shuttle after he departs at the beach port.<br/><br/>"Uh Marlowe? Was that right? If that gets traced back to us, we are fucked." the female officer noted, looking at the man leave the station. "Calm down Helena. The Blue Mountains already cooked up the reports of a bombing. Then we can snag that cyborg bastard when he comes back through here for the beach." Marlowe said, rocking back in his chair slightly. The thin faced man from earlier was tapping on a tablet of some kind with an annoyed face. "If this shitheel ever leaves the store. I swear they must have brought nothing, who takes this long at a store?"<br/><br/>Marlowe sighed and leaned forward, the front legs of the chair snapping down sharply. "It'll all be worth it Pagan, I promise. When we hand this guy over to the Blue Mountains, it'll get us a lot further than customs. We may end up at the vice desk or something else that pays a lot better. Why don't you go prepare the room if you're so antsy."<br/><br/>"I hope you're right. It's our ass if this doesn't work out." Pagan said walking to the back room.