Well, quick off the mark, but then fell into a pit. Sorry I missed the chance to play. Keep me in mind and I will check in on occasion to see how things are. Probably an email would catch my attention quickly. Here's a little vignette for the guy I've been (slowly) working on.
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“So what the fuck is it? Whadda ya wanna show me?”
“Not here, dickwad. Around the corner, in the alley, so’s no one can see.”
The two Halloweeners duck into the darkness behind the bar where both had drunk their fill. The smaller one, Skank, scans both ways up and down the street to be sure no one is near. Satisfied, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small rod that reflects the street lights with a metallic glint. “Check it out, Lance.” He whispers. “It’s a platinum credstick!”
“Fuck off, Skank. Where would you get sumpin like that?”
“I’m cuttin’ through the back of one of them fancy restaurants downtown when this old guy in a white suit steps out and starts pissin’ on the wall. Beats me why he didn’t use the bathroom, but he’s havin’ a grand old time till I decides to shiv him and check for his watch and stuff. That’s when I found this! I booked it outta there right away and checked it out a couple a blocks later. And know what I found?”
“Whut?”
“One hundred and seventy five fuckin’ thousand nuyen! That’s what. This thing is a gold mine!” Skank can’t contain his glee and starts hopping from one leg to the other.
Lance twirls and pumps his arms wildly. “You lucky sonofabitch! Party time!”
“Damn right, Lance. But you’re sayin’ it to the wrong guy,” a voice from the dumpster behind them exclaims. Mouths agape the two gangers turn to meet face on two bursts of automatic fire. The Halloweeners fetch up against the dirty brick wall and spoil the graffiti with their blood.
Before they finish slumping to the ground, Willie snatches up the credstick and, still chewing on the fried chicken leg he found a moment ago, dials up the street doc he met yesterday.
“What’d I tell ya, doc? Somethin’ came up, and I’m ready to deal. See ya in half an hour.”
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