<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313762.msg15228179#msg15228179">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 05-01-2020, 20:44:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>  Investigate (+4d6), Flashback (-2d6), Rolled a 4 &amp;3<br/><hr/><br/>Wallace snapped back to HIS world, not the <em>counterpart’s</em>, as he took in a shaky breath. Grateful that he’d let the other’s take the lead as he struggled not to lose his pen or journal. <br/><br/><em>Christ, I could use a drink or six now.</em> He thought as he ducked behind Briggs and Dupond, while lighting a cigarette with a shaky hand as he pushed the memory away.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>The harsh tobacco smoke fills his lungs as he takes a deep draw. He's calmer now. He's<em>here</em>not wherever<em>there</em>was.  It's a miserable day, and he can feel the moisture seeping through his shoes, soaking into his socks, chilling his feet. But it seems very real.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313762.msg15229496#msg15229496">Quote from: Metraxa on 06-01-2020, 21:52:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Name:</strong> Gordon Briggs<br/><hr/><br/>Saying nothing about the cigarette, he pushed on. "If that's the case, would you happen to know who the main groups are that use this place for black market deals? Or any of them connected enough to be able to get their hands on and move X-Tech? Easier than trying to dig something out of this weather." He gestured back to the site of the body, and the mess that was currently there. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Steiner looks up at the sky, blinking in the mix of snow and rain.<br/><br/>"Ja. I know who comes here. And sure, some of them deal in geheime Waffen -- secret weapons. But this Amerikaner? He's new. Too new. None of the big dealers would do anything truly illegal with him.Maybe some fruit. Some silk stockings. Cigarettes."<br/><br/>"No, your boy had to deal with the smaller crews. The more dangerous, desperate, hungry crews. But groups like that, they aren't as common as you might think. It's a balancing act."<br/><br/>"I know who he was dealing with."<br/><br/>"But before I tell you. I have to ask what it's worth. A man has to look after himself these days. What will you give me?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A limited success got limited results -- but he hasn't stopped dealing with you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>