Gambler Posts

As he entered the presidential suite, he felt disgusted. The big room screamed gorgeous. The ceiling was high up there decorated to the finest details, the room's furniture was something only the AAA corporates could afford and the Trideo was as big as a projector screen. Cronis could only imagine what kind of back door dealings had been going on here.

Cronis saw a hooded man with a image display as the hooded man waved at him. Cronis looked at the image displayed and pondered a few moments before answering.

"I don't know the details either."

Cronis walked towards the fridge in the kitchen and found some tea. He poured some into the glass and sat down in the lounge across the hooded man. He thought this hooded man would probably work with him and it would be polite to do a greeting even if he don't want to trust him just yet.

"I'm Shadow Fang." as he sipped the tea.

I'm assuming Neo's PC is in the lounge when I post.

Cronis felt the comm vibrating and checked the message. Council Island? I have a bad feeling about this. was Cronis' first thought. He could smell the bad vibes from a mile away. His instincts from his many years as a runner told him this job is nothing but trouble. No details, big reward, Council Island. That must be the worst combination ever.

Cronis had done several similar jobs like this. Each of them almost meant the end for him. If he had only refused it, he wouldn't have to go through it but as he already accepted, he will do it. That's his code; To finish the job once started.

Cronis made his way to his apartment at Union Hill taking a cab. When he reached his apartment, he went on to his bed and opened up a hidden compartment that contained many of his equipment. He put in his equipment and shut it back in. After that, he went on to his wardrobe and picked out a brand new leather jacket and a branded pair of trousers. He went to the washroom and cleaned himself up. He has to keep up appearances after all.

He took his car keys and headed down to the parking lot. He unlock his Honda-GM 3220 ZX Turbo and started the engine. He bought the car quite a while ago when he managed to get a good deal on it at 33,000ï¿¥. He modified the car to get hidden compartments that would hold a few weapons for emergency. He had 2 pistols and a Uzi 3 hidden. Of course these are only for emergency and he had tried not to force himself to resort to having to use it when he's out with this car.

He drove along Novelty Hill road and pass Bear Creek into route 502 all the way to the junction intersecting route 405 driving south into the E Channel Bridge that heads towards Council Island.

As he drove into Council Island, he was stopped by the local guard post. He flashed his commlink that contained the visitors pass and got instant access. He drove into Mercer Way and head into the Council Island Inn. As soon as he arrived, he gave his keys to the valet and headed into the lobby. The lobby of the inn was indeed huge. It had the sort of aura saying "this is a place for the rich, bitch." He felt disgusted at the thought of the kind of customers this place tend to. He walk to the reception counter and asked for the suite under the name "Leblanc" Leblanc. Heh, corporate humor, they totally suck at it.

Cronis was shown the way to the room. Cronis took a good look at his surroundings. The hallways were ridiculously and needlessly gorgeous. One would think he might have gone into a palace by mistake.

As he reached the suite in question, he opened the door and found himself clicking his tongue again. This is gonna be one helluva job.