<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7845927#msg7845927">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-03-2013, 12:36:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br/>At Police Station<br/>Paying Bail</strong><br/>The man raised his eyebrows.<br/>"Your prise? That dirty old...", he cut himself short and sighed. Just a weary man who's had too much caffeine.<br/>"Here, sign this pile of documents, while I go fetch your chicken!"<br/><br/>Several minutes later, the guy was near her. He looked older than he was, distressed, and with scratch marks on his face while he was hurriedly closing up his jeans.<br/>"I'll owe you one for coming just in time, girl! Now, let git outta here!"<br/>The cop snickers. Damien, however, almost storms out, barely stopping to sign the required documents.<br/>Only once on the street, he motions for you to walk. Nobody can use parabolic anything while you're walking, after all.<br/>"Fine, gal... You wanted to know about Italians, right? I guess you've heard the Dixies got a rather heavy strike. Some Columbian or Brazilian hitman put a bullet in the brain of their boss. I was at the property, since I've been training one of his "little girls", as he calls them... he always gives them something useful once they grow up to be of no interest to him! This one turned out to be a fighter at heart, I'm telling ya! She won her match the day before, when nobody expected her to beat that crazy fast bitch", his voice booms with pride. "And it's kinda what started it. The Brazilian also had one of his fighters suffering an accident, which made for too much losses, I guess. He didn't take it well, so they started a shoot-out. The cartels are going to mop off the Dixies now, before they get new leaders and reinforcements. The Italians and Russians are staying aside, as much as they can, although the Commies are unhappy with the shootin'...they say it's bad for business. Ugh, what else did you want to hear?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Kat<br/>Police Station Parking Lot<br/>Sourcing information</strong><br/><br/>Kat looked at the pathetic speciman of a man and cursed that she had to pay his bail. She gave him a filthy look that would have made lesser men shrivel, but this one was as obblivious as they come.<br/><br/>He was spouting information, but sorting through was taking her concentration and  avoiding smacking him in the mouth was hard. Instead she focused hard, scowling at him.<br/><br/>"So, how about some names? Someone I can talk to, possibly the girl?"<br/><br/>"Who is involved? Tell me everything that happened, names, times and contacts. "<br/><br/>She growled, thinking that controlling her temper was getting harder to do.