<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:25<br/><br/>Between Unit 16 and Unit 18, Fergusons Street<br/><br/>Nova</strong><br/><br/>He bursts out laughing when you mention waking up next to witches and pats you on the back companiably.  "You're not wrong there either, pet.  And not just a witch, two hot lesbian witches."  He frowns for  moment and shrugs "One hot lesbian witch and another lesbian witch at least.  But hey, you take what you can get right?"<br/><br/>He stops outside a parked top-range BMW and looks up and down the street.  "Look, this guy still hasn't got back to me so I got some time to kill.  Don't fret there love, I'm not about to suggest what you think I'm going to." He pulls a small silver case from his breast pocket and sniffs - checking once again that the street remains deserted.<br/><br/>"Today's going to be one fuck of a taxing day and I'm thinking I totally deserve a little go faster powder."  He opens the case so you can see the contents - a razor blade from a stanley knife, a small vanity mirror, a tightly rolled fifty pound note and a baggie filled with white powder.<br/><br/>"That going to be a problem for you, pet?  Honestly, I'm willing to not if its gonna cause problems.  Feel free to powder your nose a little yourself if you partake.  No fucking point hiding it, not like the police can arrest me."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nova</div><div class="spoiler_body">  Just so you're aware, Cocaine will, in game terms, give you a -20% shift to anything requiring concentration and also make some stress tests easier, some harder for a few scenes.  To save either of us a conversation neither of us wants to have you can read about the IC effects here (http://www.talktofrank.com/drug/cocaine)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:25<br/><br/>Back room of the King's Head Pub<br/><br/>Bran</strong><br/><br/>As Alf slides a piece of paper in front of him and Rachel goes about cleaning then reattaching the letter opener Ronald speaks  "On your behalf isn't established yet, but.  Could be on your behalf, could be to you, like.  But that's yet to be found out.<br/><br/>We found your friends though, and its causing us a bit of a problem.  That fat wanker Tannen directed them to right to the guy we wanted you to piss off.  And he's not answering his phone.  So that changes things a wee bit, like."<br/><br/>He pulls out a battered leather wallet and searches through it as he continues.<br/><br/>"Won't lie to you lad, was hoping that wouldn't happen.  But it has.  You know my position - I want that cunt to swear allegiance to me.  I reckon he'll be able to tell you who did this, though, and I've made no secret of that, like.  But that's all he'll be able to do I'm thinking.<br/><br/>"I'm saying this to you so we both know where we stand, lad.  We've provided some information and we can provide more.  But if you're working with him then you ain't working with me.  Not saying I'll cross the road to avoid you and if you come in here you'll get nothing but the warmest of welcomes.  But you can't have this both ways.<br/><br/>"So what I want you to do is this.  Meet up with your friends.  Maybe this other guy. Talk it over.  I won't be stood over your shoulder, like, and I'll trust you'll stop him from doing the same.  You decide he can help you more than me then that's fine.  You're mistaken, like, but I can't make that mistake for you.  What I'd prefer is that you realise the King of Newcastle can be a lot more aid to you and yours than some burger flipper."  He shakes his head and puts the wallet back in his back pocket.<br/><br/>"Haven't got a card with me.  Thought I did like.  But as a sign of what I can do for you, and why I'm the right choice then when you get in that taxi you make sure you take down the phone number.  I own the company.  You need a ride round Newcastle, you just tell them you're on my business and your ride is free.  Not all the help I can offer, but its a good place to start.  You ever need me you ring this pub here, the number's in the book.<br/><br/>"Until I know where you sit though, lad, I think we're about done here, don't you?  Go chat with your friends.  Come to a decision and have the best of luck whichever way you go."<br/><br/>There's a beep of a car horn outside and you can see an idling taxi outside.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bran</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gimme a Major Notice please, feel free to post leaving and your call in the taxi (if thats what you do) and I'll let you know what you notice in your reply.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:38<br/><br/>Alley at the side of McDonalds, Northumberland Street<br/><br/>Miyo, Norm, Chris</strong><br/><br/>He laughs, and his pocket beeps again.  "Like that Hogwarts stuff?  Nah, man.  Nothing like that.  Plus wands are a phallic symbol of the patriarchy, apparently.  There's a lass over in South Shields constantly banging on about it.<br/><br/>"But nah.  Nothing like that stuff.  There used to be, man, there did.  It's called..." he stares at you for a moment "...it's not coming.  Authentic something or other.  But not any more.  It's the sleepers, man.  The ones who hush it all up.  They closed all of that stuff down in the middle ages.  They were the ones who started the Inquisition, you know?  Now they're all up in the media, back then they were all up in the Catholic Church.  In Europe at least, obviously.  Back home they were behind the Mughal dynasty.  They're fucking worldwide man."<br/><br/>He takes a last drag from his cigarette and flicks the end at a bin.