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| Scene Title | Ice Cream and Tits |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Adam lets loose the dogs of war |
| Date | April 27, 2009 |
There's something about the fringes of Staten Island that will always inspire sentiments of unease. After the bomb, much of Staten Island has fallen into glorious disrepair, so much so that places that were already in stages of decay look more like monuments to entropy than once urban settlements in decline. While much of the island was suburban residential areas before the bomb, there were two crowning moments that drove this borough of New York into an early grave. The first was the mass exodus of survivors and panicked people fleeing Manhattan. They came by foot, bicycle and car across the bridges to Staten Island, all manner of desperate and frightened people flooding into a crowded place. While some fled through to New Jersey, others simply couldn't — or wouldn't — go further. This, like in Queens, led to an eventual chaos that would in time eclipse the pandemonium in the eastern edge of New York after the bomb.
Staten Island was in the direct path of the fallout from the explosion, and after thousands fled to the island, the entire populace was forcibly evacuated. Those few that managed to stay, clung to their homes desperately, and those few who did would suffer from radiation sickness and the ever-escalating crime rate. By the time Staten Island got the "all clear" from the government, the damage had already been done.
What was one suburban neighborhoods and parklands is now a monument to decay. Houses lie in various states of disuse and ruin, and like much of New York has seen property values nosedive. Few want to move out to a formerly irradiated zone, and even fewer want to return to a place so rife to violent crime. Now, much of Staten Island lies in various states of decay. Houses abandoned by families that fled the city, were forced into forclosure and were never resold, or simply places where entire families went missing and are now squatted in by any number of transients line the once peaceful streets. Staten Island is a home to crumbling infrastructure, spotty electricity, and people who wish to remain undiscovered by law enforcement. Few police will willingly go into this now infamous island.
Staten Island, a place full of crime and ruin, as well as many abandoned businesses. One such business is a small ice cream shop, where Mortimer has decided to take some of his guys for a plan that only he likely understands fully, because it makes very little sense.
Around ten bikers dressed in black from head to toe, not one inch of skin exposed, with helmets that have red numbers on them, are marching from an ice cream truck, carrying gallons into the abandoned shop.
Mortimer isn't wearing a helmet, and he's not dressed in all black, but he's clearly not a civilian, based on all the weapons worn on his waist, and the sword on his back. "Alright, put all that behind the glass! I've got the generator working.
A few of the guys are sitting at the tables in the shop, one working on a laptop, another on a calculator, clearly trying to figure something out. And there are quite a few motorcycles parked around, with a few bystanders wondering what the hell is going on.
Adam joins these bystanders for a few moments, studying these bikers and the man apparently leading them. His fingers go to his chin as he slides a finger along his smooth skin thoughtfully. He tilts his head for a moment and then steps forward and begins to approach the main man, the one with a sword on his back. He calls out, "Mort!"
Mortimer looks back, eyebrow raised. "Yeah?" he asks, eyes turning completely silver as he walks up to Adam and looks him up and down. He smiles, not appearing all that threatening aside from the weapons, he just seems curious at the moment. "Are you wondering about the shop?"
Adam shakes his head, "Not really." he does look over at the shop, "I'm sure it'll be quite a spectacle either way." he pauses, then looks back towards the man, sizing him up, "Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about you and your gang." there's another pause as he seems to debate in his head as to how to proceed, "Mort, I need men." he says, "I need men to blow things up, kill people and cause mayhem where I direct them. Would you do that for me, Mort?"
"Oh, is that all? Sure." Mortimer casually agrees, his smile suddenly full of glee. "I don't know who you are, but as long as it's not against Linderman, I'll do whatever you want. I just have a few rules. 37!" he suddenly calls out, then a biker with a red 37 on the front of his helmet runs out of the shop and salutes. "Tell him the rules."
37 clears his throat, his tone rather unimpressive, the voice of any average business man. "The Locos will not steal and use it for profit, unless it's someone else's profit. The Locos will not take jobs for money, but we will work for resources. The Locos will not do anything boring, and profit, world domination, and super weapons take all the fun out of Power and Chaos. We also love tits."
"Thank you, 37."
Adam turns to 37 as he recites the rules and quietly considers these rules. He nods a bit before he says, "Alright then." he says, then turns to Mortimer, "Alright. I'll leave you out of any Linderman business. And I'll pay you in.." he glances at the motorcycles, "Parts and tits." he pauses, "My name is Adam." he turns back towards the shop, "Are you blowing it up?"
"Parts and tits sound just fine!" Mortimer happily agrees, holding out a hand to seal the deal. He shakes his head at the question of blowing it up, adding, "16 lost his job, and he's always wanted to run an ice cream shop, so I built a generator and we stole an ice cream truck to get him all set up." He looks over at
Adam, tilting his head with a sympathetic expression. "And you should really do something about that not having a head thing." he says before his silvery eyes suddenly become a natural blue.
Adam takes the hand and shakes it a bit. He's quiet for a few moments, the not having a head thing sounds like a trap, so instead, he says, "Tell me, Mort. If I give you a job, is it between you and I, or do you have to report everything to Linderman?"
"I do what I want." Mortimer casually answers, his tone going from gleeful to rather laid back, watching his men through the large window start scrubbing the floors and getting things set up. "My deal with Linderman is that I get parts and other resources, and I build things for him. And I do missions for free, because he's tied up into some pretty fun stuff. I don't gotta say a thing to him if I don't want, I can do whatever. I don't care why you guys are doing whatever it is you're doing, all I know is that you're destroying the world, and that's all I want."
Adam nods a bit, "That's satisfactory." he pauses, "I actually have a nearly impossible mission that I need done. I wonder if you and your boys are up for it." he says thoughtfully, "It's one of those, everyone else looks at me like I'm crazy when I mention it. Basically, it's attacking a well defended facility with armed guards. Capturing some information and individuals and getting them out." he pauses, "It's clearly not something that can be done without total chaos and destruction. I'm told that's the sort of thing that's right up your alley."
"Sounds like a good way to die." Mortimer says with a snicker, 12 holding a sprinkled cone of vanilla up behind the window, but Mort simply shakes his head, declining. "I'll just make sure we have lots of automatics, extra grenades, and maybe we'll even take a hostage. I'm starting to like you already. So what kinda place is this, what am I expecting?"
Adam hms, "It's a research facility for an organization that's specifically meant to deal with and capture evolved. If you get in, they'll have tons of agents, some unevolved, some evolved. You'll have to kill as many as possible. There's an office in there with files upon files of evolved. I want that. And there's a girl they've recently taken. Crazy homeless bird with a puppet on her hand. I want her," unaware Mort has run into this girl already, "Also, the head of this agency is a man named Bob Bishop…nerdy looking guy, bald, wears glasses…I want him captured too." he pauses, "Also, they may be holding dangerous evolved criminals in there. Some of which are just unfortunate, some of which are a menace to society and dangerous. I want you to set them all free. All of them. Then, blow up whatever's left over." he pauses, "Also, I want you to keep this between you and I. How's all that.”
"Sounds like tuesday." Mortimer excitedly says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone. He starts speed dialing people, but doesn't appear to be actually talking to anyone. "It's dangerous as hell, but as long as I kill enough of 'em. And my guys aren't gonna talk, but I don't gotta tell them any details other than what they need to know to survive. Any chance you got some kinda map? It's cool if you don't, we're gonna blow this place beyond recognition."
Adam mms, "Sorry, I don't have a map on the inside. You'll have to sweep the building, but I can tell you exactly where it is." he tells you where it is, "In the Bronx. Which means it won't even be easy to approach it with all your men. You realize, I assume, that many of your men, including yourself, may die in the effort." he pauses, "Nor do I have to tell you the mass destruction and death you'll be causing. I think that's part of the selling point, but just so we understand what I'm asking you to do."
Mortimer laughs, and nods. "I have forty guys, only two of 'em are the original members. Most of them died for breaking rules, because, you know, ya gotta make an example." he explains, not seeming to care about the potential consequences. Then he thinks for a moment, trying to remember something about a bird and a woman. "I met a woman with a bird on her hand, I don't remember a puppet."
Adam hmms, "Well…she has a puppet which looks like a bird. She calls it chirpy." he pauses, "Just remember that I want Bishop and the girl and the files. Whatever else happens is completely up to you.
"I'll handle it. And don't worry, I won't die without a really big boom." Mortimer says with a loud laugh, starting to walk into the ice cream shop when the other guys appear to be having a bit /too/ much fun.
Adam nods, "I'll contact you then." he says and decides to walk away before Mortimer has to start disciplining his men. He starts whistling, 'Let my people go.'