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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 9:54 am
((Reserved)) Controlled by: Leverage Consultants ((Hunter Compact))
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:30 am
*While Gibson is always calm and collected behind the wheel, his driving style while on a ticking clock case takes some getting used to even for those familiar with automobiles. So after fifteen brief but harrowing minutes for Bree, they arrive at Birch Street about a block from Leverage Consultants. Gibson parks the car and has them hoof it the rest of the way to avoid detection.*
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:38 am
Bree successfully restrains the urge to kiss the ground and cry when they finally stop the car, but it takes some doing. On the way to the building, she firmly resolves to make Stitch teach her how to drive one of these damned cars.
"So...what's the plan?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:51 am
According to the website "consultation" is by appointment only, so that rules out the cover story approach. Spencer's trained in about fifteen styles of unarmed and knife combat, so our best bet is to sneak in covertly and get the drop on him. You got anything in your bag of tricks that can immobilize him while we question him?
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:51 am
Bree grins broadly. "Do I." twisted
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:55 am
*Chuckles* Good to hear. That'll make things a lot easier. Ideally we should try to isolate Spencer from the others before we make our move. The fewer people we have to worry about, the better.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:15 pm
"Um...that should be easy." She points to Spencer making his way back from the corner coffee shop with cup in hand.
"Allow me."
She emerges from the stand of trees as nonchalantly as possible and crosses the street, doing her best to look like a sightseer. Which isn't all that difficult, considering she's never seen buildings this big in her entire life.
And so, it's also easy to bump into Spencer, sloshing coffee over both of them.
"OUCH! Oh god, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" She produces a handkerchief and tries to mop up the spilled coffee, manuevering him out of the flow of sidewalk traffic.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:30 pm
Hey ... *Elliot looks slightly annoyed at first, but one look at Bree and he softens up... The man could cut through about eight Yakuza in under four seconds, but he always was a sucker for a pretty face.* Oh, my fault. I didn't even see you there. Are you ok?
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:34 pm
Oh Tabby's Teeth, the man was handsome up close. No, bad kitten! Focus, girl, FOCUS! Put on the soulful eyes, there ya go.
"I'm fine, but I think I may have ruined your shirt. At the very least, I owe you another cup of coffee."
She blots some of the stain from the front of his shirt and wrings out her hanky.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:54 pm
Shirts I got, but I'll take you up on the coffee. *He gives her a warm grin, the poor sap clearly, literally not knowing what hit him.* I'm Elliot. It's nice to meet you.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 1:03 pm
She gives him her most charming smile.
"Bree."
And while his instincts are still dormant, she lays a hand on his chest.
"Freeze."
After that, it's the work of a moment to drag his immobile form into a nearby alley and signal to Gibson.
"I'm really sorry about this, sweetheart. You really do seem like a nice fellow, but there are questions that need answering. Don't worry, I don't ask too hard, although you might have to explain a few bite marks if things get rowdy."
She pulls a couple of small vials from her pocket.
"But then again, that's what these babies are for."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 1:14 pm
*Elliot was frozen with a slightly confused look on his face, but by now he's pissed off... and though he'd never admit it, more than a little afraid. As a man who favored the physical approach to solving problems, and whose body was his weapon, not having control over it was fairly disconcerting.*
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 1:31 pm
Bree gives him another apologetic look as Gibson enters the alley.
"I think I may owe you booze in addition to that coffee, my friend. But this will have to do for now."
She dumps one of the potions down his throat.
"Speak when spoken to. All right, Gibson. Ask away."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 1:46 pm
*Gibson comes dangerously close to Elliot as he questions him... or what would be dangerously close if Elliot could even move. Not that he isn't trying with every muscle fiber in his body.*
What's your relation with Tyler Spencer?
's my little brother. What do you want with him?
When was the last time you saw him?
A few days ago. He called earlier this week... said he heard I was in town and what I did now. He wanted to drop by the office and get our help on a job. I told him I didn't do that kind of thing anymore. We only take jobs to help people... He said that's exactly the kind of thing he needed.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 1:53 pm
"What kind of job was it that you used to do?" Bree chimes in.
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