|Eh, probably right. Your daughter is hot as hell though.| Alex sent back, actually letting herself smirk at that.<br/><br/>Of course, the mention of the magical murder... well, apparently she wasn't the only one looking into things.<br/><br/>|Tell you what, you give me the Johnson's convo access, and help me convince the orkettes to help out for cheap, and I'll send you the pics I got, as well as the babbling nonsense she was yapping on about before I first knocked her ass unconscious, deal?|<br/><br/>Meanwhile, having parked, she waited for her driver to grab her gun and get out of the car with her. Textbook vehicular deployment; the 69 Gang-Bangers did learn the tactics of professional units after all, what with all of their excess paramilitary-LEO gear they kept tucked away. PMC tactics too, what with their taste for concealable weaponry and use of vehicles in an urban environment. Still, escalation of force: Alex kept the gun down, but out, as she and her fellow sister stepped out of their vehicle... whatever Jun would do would be her thing. Alex would make her way around to help get the KOed Ork out - she could lift her easily - and would bring her in to the main parlor of the 69th Street-xxx-Walkers Club.<br/><br/>There she was sure that her 'little sisters' - most were to her nowadays - were much more... visible. Of course, the rest of the oppositional crew would be allowed in.<br/><br/>"Now then... someone strip little miss ork here of her clothes and weapons and what-have-you, bind her hands in front, but be gentle this time," she ordered to her crew, before her thigh opened up and she shoved the compact machine pistol into it's holster, watching as her thigh sealed up around it without issue. "As for the rest of you... can you figure out where it is that your little team fucked up? What brought you here in the first place?"