09-07-2021, 21:21:02 PM
Well, that's a good question Doctor. First, do NOT try the free potato skins in that bar over there. I'm sure they're dosing them with something. Second, north are some arms dealers. We haven't brought the tank in, against my repeated requests, so don't deal with them. East of here is the warehouse district's edge, a couple warehouses, nothing much. And cattycorner is the park. No offence meant, Doctor. Oh, and the construction site on nine, I hear it's a dump site for bodies and weapons, buried somewhere in the concrete, though I've never seen evidence of that myself. Don't trust the workers for a minute, they're probably scum. Anyway, I'll be heading back to three, to yell at CSI. They've refused to come to this block the whole time, it's them holding up the case. Though if I had my way, I'd burn the whole block down.
Meanwhile, on Block 4:
Wood Man sees some very blatant arms dealers, obviously selling weapons of dubiously legal provenance on some tables outside an old factory. A makeshift billboard hanging from the stained wall by chains advertises the services of "King's Pawnshop, for your non-firearm non-perishable needs." Clearly, it was made by someone inexperienced at advertising. The arms dealers grumble as you get close, but don't seem hostile to potential money.
We take cash, credit, and debit. We don't take crypto, so don't even try.
Runner Five takes a look at the selection of weapons on hand on the way while following Wood Man. Nothing immediately comes to sight in the apartment, the rooms are quite bare. There's no automatic weapons on the outdoor tables on block four. It looks to be mostly semiautomatic pistols, and some revolvers. There's a small display case of combat knives, with decorative leather grip options. The whole operation is surprisingly professional, for an obviously illegal business.
Meanwhile, on Block 4:
Wood Man sees some very blatant arms dealers, obviously selling weapons of dubiously legal provenance on some tables outside an old factory. A makeshift billboard hanging from the stained wall by chains advertises the services of "King's Pawnshop, for your non-firearm non-perishable needs." Clearly, it was made by someone inexperienced at advertising. The arms dealers grumble as you get close, but don't seem hostile to potential money.
We take cash, credit, and debit. We don't take crypto, so don't even try.
Runner Five takes a look at the selection of weapons on hand on the way while following Wood Man. Nothing immediately comes to sight in the apartment, the rooms are quite bare. There's no automatic weapons on the outdoor tables on block four. It looks to be mostly semiautomatic pistols, and some revolvers. There's a small display case of combat knives, with decorative leather grip options. The whole operation is surprisingly professional, for an obviously illegal business.