Emma S Search

[17:16] <Yanmei> Heaven's Purview was slowing filling up with people who were coming off their work shifts. Still, it was far from reaching its maximum capacity by the time that Yanmei and Terry manuevered past the bouncer on duty. -
[17:19] <Yanmei> "So. On a scale from one to ten, how insufferable have I been today?" Yanmei's smile hinted that it was a joke, but the ride there had been… odd, with long pauses and animated chatter intermixed. She'd swapped out the battle armor she'd had on earlier for a simple button-down shirt and jeans, and her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.
[17:23] <@Minaplo> ["No more or less than usual." Said Terry casually, his gaze sweeping across the room. People were giving them a few looks- they stood out somewhat.]
[17:27] * Yanmei opened her mouth to respond to that, and then shut it a moment later. No more or less than usual… then it was fine to not worry about it. "Drinks first, or questions first?"
[17:27] <@Minaplo> ["Drinks. It'll make us look more natural."]
[17:28] <Yanmei> "Agreed? Let's grab a table." Yanmei headed for one promptly and sat down.
[17:30] <@Minaplo> ["Then I'll go get the drinks. Any preferences?"]
[17:31] <Yanmei> "Ah, wine's okay. White."
[17:33] <@Minaplo> ["Heh."-
[17:33] <@Minaplo> [He went off to the front, giving Yanmei time to take in the sights- and perhaps note any of the other patrons.]
[17:35] * Yanmei did so slowly. She didn't expect to see anyone like Gamelin hanging out here, but it didn't hurt to look. She also searched for familiar faces from her last visit.
[17:38] <@Minaplo> [There were a few, sitting at the same places, it seemed. There was Terry, of course… The bartender looked strangely familiar, yet she couldn't put her finger on why.-
[17:41] <@Minaplo> [Curiously, it looked like she wasn't alone in investigating. There was a woman- only a few years older than Yanmei, if she had to guess- wearing a blue skirt and white jacket, interviewing one of the familiars and writing notes on a computer pad.]
[17:43] <Yanmei> "…?" Her expression turned curious at that. If they weren't alone in this case, then maybe they could compare notes. Yanmei stared hard, trying to catch her eye.
[17:50] <@Minaplo> [The woman turned, looking over at her.-
[17:50] <@Minaplo> [Long black hair had been tied into a ponytail. Green eyes…]
[17:52] <Yanmei> Surprise! Yanmei grinned at her and waved, and eagerly gestured for her to come closer.
[17:52] <@Minaplo> [Emma Rousseau turned back to her interviewee and made excuses, moving over to Yanmei's table. "Long time no see, Yanmei."]
[17:53] <Yanmei> "Seriously! How have you been? Care for a seat?"
[17:54] <@Minaplo> ["Ta." She slipped into the seat directly opposite.-
[17:57] <@Minaplo> ["I've been busy." She waved the pad idly.]
[17:58] <Yanmei> "Yeah, I can see that. What's with all the work? You can't be out of college just yet, can you?"
[18:00] <Yanmei> ^university :I
[18:02] <@Minaplo> ["About to finish my second year. I found work at a local news agency- it pays the bills, but…"]
[18:05] <Yanmei> "Come on, it must be exciting, though? Have you been published yet?"
[18:06] <@Minaplo> ["Not really. I'm mostly working for someone else, a fully employed journalist, doing-" Emma's face grew dark. "His work for him. He's a useless fop, so here I am."]
[18:07] <Yanmei> "I see…." she gave her a sympathetic look, but that brightened after a moment as she tried to find the bright side. "What kind of story are you following today?"
[18:11] <@Minaplo> ["A dangerous one." Said Emma quietly, conspiratorially. "Probably shouldn't get you involved."]
[18:12] <Yanmei> "Like I'm a stranger to danger," Yanmei grinned, leaning in. "Come on~"
[18:16] <@Minaplo> ["A man's gone missing."]
[18:17] <Yanmei> "Ah?" Another one? "Was he a regular here?"
[18:19] <@Minaplo> ["Yes. His name was Maurice Schwartz. He made plans to meet up here with some friends and never arrived. His house is abandoned, work hasn't seen him…"]
[18:22] <Yanmei> "Spooky… What kind of work does he do? Nothing dangerous…?"
[18:23] <@Minaplo> ["He's a scientist working for the Thruster Corporation." Said Emma. "But I've learned other things here, too."]
[18:24] <Yanmei> "Like what?"
[18:25] <@Minaplo> ["Some of the regulars here, they think he had ties to organised crime."]
[18:27] <Yanmei> "…like, the mob?" She took another careful look around, her stomach sinking fast.
[18:48] <@Minaplo> ["Mmm, that's a safe bet, but I don't think so."]
[18:49] <Yanmei> "Then some other crime organization? I know there's more than one in Paris. Uh… what were they called again?"
[18:53] <@Minaplo> ["You're probably thinking of the Camorra."]
[18:54] <Yanmei> "That's right!" She snapped her fingers. "Are you thinking he was mixed up with them instead?"
[18:54] <@Minaplo> ["No, I don't think so."]
[18:55] * Yanmei gave a little groan and shifted in place. "No hints?"
[18:55] <@Minaplo> ["Yes, actually."]
[18:57] * Yanmei brightened expectantly at that.
[19:01] <@Minaplo> ["They think Schwartz might've been selling off weapons to the Alves Group."]
[19:02] <Yanmei> "Weapons designed by… the Thruster…" … Oh. Oh dear god.
[19:08] <@Minaplo> ["Schwarts has been hurting for cash- it looks like he found himself in debt- so this was his way of solving that problem. The Alves are powerful black market arms dealers, the best. He'd definitely be paid well."]
[19:10] <Yanmei> "I can't deny that it's a good way to make money? But it looks like his deals attracted the wrong type of attention in the process if what you said is true."
[19:11] <@Minaplo> ["Yes, you're right. I don't know if he was killed, though…"]
[19:13] <Yanmei> "Maybe not. Coerced away to work on some operation? You said his home was abandoned… no signs of a struggle anywhere?"
[19:13] <@Minaplo> ["I couldn't find that out."]
[19:16] <Yanmei> "Hm. But he's friends with some of the other people who visit this place, right? Maybe they would know."
[19:16] <@Minaplo> ["No, I asked. They don't know."]
[19:16] <Yanmei> "Oh. Well, what else do you know about this guy? This is fascinating!"
[19:17] <@Minaplo> ["I-"-
[19:17] <@Minaplo> [A shadow fell across the table- Terry had returned with a glass of wine and a bottle of beer. "Oho. A new lass."]
[19:21] <Yanmei> "Welcome back!" She said cheerily. "Captain Savage, this is an old classmate of mine, Emma Rousseau." She turned to Emma again. "You've probably already guessed it? But the Captain and I work together sometimes."
[19:22] <@Minaplo> ["Oh, I see." She said smoothly, seemingly unfazed by Savage's colossal size. "Well met, Captain."-
[19:23] <@Minaplo> ["The same." Said Terence, easing himself into a seat next to Yanmei. It was very awkward- suddenly she had very little space.-#
[19:23] <@Minaplo> [The wine was put down in front of her, Terence swigging from his bottle.]
[19:26] * Yanmei of course, endevored to gracefully accomodate this invasion of space by drawing as little attention to it as possible. "It seems that someone who frequents this bar recently vanished. We were just talking about it. Had ties to both the Thruster Corperation and the Alves Group…"
[19:29] <@Minaplo> ["That's an inauspicious coupling."]
[19:31] <Yanmei> "It's probably as bad as you'd expect? But Emma's a brilliant journalist and has already collected some information on it. That this rate," she winked at her, "you'll totally steal your boss's job in a few years."
[19:32] <@Minaplo> ["Earlier than that." Said Emma boldly.-
[19:32] <@Minaplo> ["Heh." Terence turned to Yanmei. "Alright. What do we want to do?"]
[19:37] <Yanmei> "Well, take five to finish the drinks, and then ask a few people if they've seen our guy? There are a few more people that I recognize from the last time I was here. Think you can handle the bartender?" She eyed her a little more carefully from a distance. "…I swear, does she look like someone we know?"
[19:38] <@Minaplo> ["Oh, yeah. She saw you come in, says she knows you."]
[19:40] <Yanmei> "Yeah?" Yanmei's frown deepened. "Ah - don't mind us, Emma. We're still on the clock ourselves."
[19:40] <@Minaplo> ["What's the task?" She asked.]
[19:41] <Yanmei> "Searching for someone who used to be a regular here. Heh. Wouldn't it be funny if he knew Schwarts?" She chuckled. "Goes by the name Gamelin."
[19:43] <@Minaplo> ["What's the deal with this Gamelin?"]
[19:46] <Yanmei> "That's what we're trying to figure out? Seems to be a dangerous guy. Kidnapped a little kid, and is likely involved in some other crimes, like theft, murder, and stalking. The details are pretty hush-hush?"
[19:46] <@Minaplo> ["… Sounds heavy."]
[19:49] <Yanmei> "Yeah. Could you not mention it to the other patrons when you go around? If there are witnesses and acquaintances, we don't want to scare them off?"
[19:50] <@Minaplo> ["I won't."]
[19:50] <Yanmei> "Thanks. We seriously owe you?"
[19:51] <@Minaplo> ["… On one condition."]
[19:51] <Yanmei> "…Oh?"
[19:53] <@Minaplo> ["You let me come with you."]
[19:53] <Yanmei> "Anything but that," she said promptly.
[19:54] <@Minaplo> ["Why so reluctant?"]
[19:56] <Yanmei> "Because he's totally dangerous? Because the details of this case are hush-hush, like I said? Because it would mean derailing you from your own very lovely news story?"
[19:58] <@Minaplo> [Emma folded her arms, giving Yanmei a narrow look. "One, someone seems to have forgotten who used to tutor her in sword techniques. Two, what if these cases are related? Three, I can quite easily solve the hush-hush detail." She tapped her pad threateningly.-
[19:58] <@Minaplo> [Terry gave out a little chuckle.]
[20:00] <Yanmei> "One, the student has probably surpassed the tutor at this point. Two, stop encouraging her, Captain. And three, you wouldn't -dare-…"
[20:03] <@Minaplo> ["You know me well enough to know that I would."]#
[20:05] <Yanmei> "Why, though? Seriously? Why are you so interested?"
[20:06] <@Minaplo> ["Because perhaps the Alves Group do not like nosy journalists, so partnering with you might protect me. Or perhaps because you need me."]
[20:09] <Yanmei> "I doubt Gamelin likes nosy journalists either," Yanmei pointed, going for her wine rather vigorously.
[20:10] <@Minaplo> ["Yes, but if it's safe enough for you to investigate, then it must be safe enough for someone with less of a profile."]
[20:13] <Yanmei> "…" Yanmei's memories were suddenly filled with the things they had run across in the subway tunnels. She sighed. "Jury's still out on that one? I'm pretty sure I'm being allowed to work on this thing because they have complete and utter faith in my ability to get out of dangerous situations unscathed, right Captain?"
[20:13] <@Minaplo> ["I'm pretty sure you're being allowed to work on this because I am nigh indestructible and can lift a tank."]
[20:21] <Yanmei> "I'm… sure that contributes somewhat," she muttered grudgingly. Those same qualities also made him eligible for babysitting detail for Lizzie. "But, look. It's just not a good idea."
[20:23] <@Minaplo> ["What's the worst that could happen?"]
[20:27] <Yanmei> "Please don't say that. Look. What if we just helped each other in the confines of this bar? Then afterward, we go our seperate ways?"
[20:27] <@Minaplo> ["Young lady, I'm old enough to make my own decisions."]
[16:50] <Yanmei> "That's enough." A bit of iron was finding its way into her voice now. "I'm sure you've obtained lots of reluctant interviewees by wearing them down like this, but this is a different situation. You can NOT pursue this case with us. I will be happy to offer some other consolation, but I must be firm here."
[16:51] <Minaplo> [Emma stared at Yanmei, her green eyes suddenly reminding Yanmei of exotic chemical fires.-
[16:52] <Minaplo> ["Fine. Then I have a deal for you. A compromise."]
[16:52] <Yanmei> "I'm listening."
[16:54] <Minaplo> ["I can't investigate Schwartz's apartment, but if I'm with you then we have permission to have a look around. Once that's done, I'll give you my address and number, and after you investigate other things related to your case, you'll come back and we'll compare information as we go. There. I stay in your loop, and I get my investigation, and you get me out of danger."]
[16:57] * Yanmei considered the offer carefully, retaining a sense of calmness even in the presence of burning green eyefires. Then she nodded. "I think that's acceptable. What about you, Captain?"
[16:58] <Minaplo> ["I'm happy to bring the fierce miss along." Said Terence warmly.]
[17:01] <Yanmei> "We'll take the -compromise-," Yanmei stressed firmly and extended a hand across the table for a handshake. "I take it you have an address?"
[17:02] <Minaplo> ["Of course." Emma shook the hand. She still had a firm grip.-#
[17:03] <Minaplo> ["Now that that's settled," Said Terry with a chuckle, "We should get to questions."]
[17:05] <Yanmei> "Right, right. Hrm. I can actually handle that, if you two want to hang out a bit?"
[17:06] <Minaplo> ["Fair enough." Terry budged out of the way, allowing Yanmei out.]
[17:09] <Yanmei> And so she did, leaving them to chat. The first thing she did was to go to a few of the familiar regulars and to ask about Gamelin… seeing whether or not he had been in recently, and commenting on what a normally professional guy he was and asking if that image of him matched up to the one he carried with him to the bar after work.
[17:25] <Minaplo> [It'd take her about ten minutes, but they didn't really seem to have much information. None of their replies were really committal- it was like they weren't really caring- either that or these weren't the right people to ask. Maybe some would come later, or maybe she could ask others…]
[17:27] <Yanmei> There was always the Bartender, of course. Yanmei slipped up to her with a smile. "Hi~"
[17:28] <Minaplo> ["Hello, Miss Zhang." Said the bartender brightly. This woman hadn't been on the last time she'd came. "Never thought I'd see you in a place like this."]
[17:29] <Yanmei> "What do you mean? Do I stand out much?" She tried to place her. So familiar…
[17:30] <Minaplo> ["Well, it's a far cry away from classy cafes."]
[17:35] * Yanmei looked very thoughtful. "I guess it is? But I'm trying something new, I guess. Have you been working here long?"
[17:36] <Minaplo> ["Yeah. The old cafe burned down, so we opened this up. It's not as nice as Chez Zoe, but it's still nice."]
[17:39] <Yanmei> "Ah-!" Chez Zoe! That great place from her first year at Saint Louis. "I had no idea! I've peeked in here before, but I didn't see you."
[17:41] <Minaplo> ["You probably saw my dad or big brother."]
[17:44] <Yanmei> "Ah, so they both work the bar too… This place seems pretty popular. It's probably a great family business!"
[17:44] <Minaplo> ["Yeah, it isn't too bad." Said the bartender with a smile. "Ah, probably not the sort of place you'd take your fiance to, though."]
[17:45] <Yanmei> "Hehe, maybe. He's moved away, so it might be a while before I even have the chance to find out?"
[17:47] <Minaplo> ["Yeah, I saw." Said the bartender. "My little brother's a big fan, so he has a lot of your couple posters and sets."]
[17:49] <Yanmei> "Aww, that's so sweet~" Yanmei grinned "Next time I drop in, I'll bring an autographed poster for him."
[17:49] <Minaplo> ["Really!? He'd love that, Miss!"]
[17:51] <Yanmei> "I thought he might! Oh, listen. The reason I came in today was because I was checking up on someone."
[17:52] <Minaplo> ["Oh?"]
[17:53] <Yanmei> "There's this guy. You've probably seen him before? Goes by the name Charles Gamelin."
[17:54] <Minaplo> ["Gamelin, Gamelin… What's he look like?"]
[17:55] <Yanmei> "Long blonde hair, kinda dark skin… this tall." She held her hand up.
[17:56] <Minaplo> ["Oh! That guy!" The bartender nodded. "I remember him. Pretty distinctive, now that I think about it, but I only knew him as Charles."]
[17:56] <Yanmei> "Mind if I ask you a question?"
[18:00] <Minaplo> ["Sure."]
[18:01] <Yanmei> "What's he like on his off-time? I know him from work, and he's all quiet and productive while he's there, but I bet he has a party side to him too, right?"#
[18:02] <Minaplo> ["N…ot really, Miss." Said the bartender wryly. "Actually he often felt nervous and rather tightly wound to me. Could never stand to be still, was always moving his hands. He had a real compulsive streak to him."]
[18:04] <Yanmei> "Compulsive?"
[18:05] <Minaplo> ["Yeah, ritualistic, hated things to be out of order. He always sat in the same spot and got the same drinks, and if it was quiet he'd go around and sort all the chairs so that they were even and arrange all the condiments so they were always identical from table to table."]
[18:07] <Yanmei> "Huh. Did he at least talk much? About things he did for fun and places he liked to go?"
[18:12] <Minaplo> ["Hm…"-
[18:13] <Minaplo> ["He was really big into civic history. Like, he liked to look at a lot of the old churches and buildings and museums, and he studied a lot of abandoned stuff."]
[18:15] <Yanmei> "Interesting! Probably hasn't been around here much, I take it?" She eyed some of the nearby tables with a wry little grin… or their condiments, rather.
[18:16] <Minaplo> ["No, he hasn't."]
[18:18] * Yanmei nods. "Thought not. But it was worth a look?" She slid out of her seat. "Thanks a lot for humoring me."
[18:19] <Minaplo> ["No worries, Miss Zhang!" The bartender leaned forward furtively. "I'll be able to tell my kids one day about how I once served Zhang and Gabriel on their date~"]
[18:22] <Yanmei> "Hehehe… I'll remember that poster next time, too." She winked at her. "You have a good day, yeah?"
[18:46] <Minaplo> ["Same to you, miss!"]
[18:47] <Yanmei> And very soon, Yanmei was back at the table where she had left Terry and Emma. "Hope I wasn't too long!"
[18:49] <Minaplo> ["You had a good gasbag." Said Terry. "Find anything?"]
[18:53] <Yanmei> "He has a compulsive organization quirk. And he's into civic history and old architecture."
[18:56] <Minaplo> ["That'd explain the figurines. And the ghost stations." Said Terry.]
[18:58] <Yanmei> "Gives us a hint as to where to search next, too~ After we take Miss Rousseau to that guy's apartment, anyway.
[18:58] <Yanmei> ^"
[18:59] <Minaplo> ["Oh?"]
[19:00] <Yanmei> "Yup! Let's get going, okay? Maybe we can knock out both tasks before we call it a day."
[19:00] <Minaplo> ["Sounds good." Said Terry, getting to his feet, Emma following.]#
[17:18] <Minaplo> [Getting to the apartment was a complex process. Emma had a car.-
[17:18] <Minaplo> [It was a nice car, too.-
[17:19] <Minaplo> [It took them about ten minutes to stuff Terry into the backseat, and another fifteen to make the trip- to another mass-produced apartment building.]#
[17:34] <Yanmei> [02:25] * Yanmei had tried extra hard to alleviate the awkwardness of this arrangement with smiles and converstation during the trip itself. -
[17:34] <Yanmei> By the time she had climbed out of the passenger seat, aided in the equally complicated task of removing Terry from the back seat, and started mounting the stairs to the apartment in question, she had quieted a bit, checking the computer pad they'd brought with them from HQ and messing around with her phone.
[17:35] <Minaplo> [Up the stairs- finally, the apartment.-
[17:35] <Minaplo> ["Here it is, C-44." Said Emma. "The door's locked, so…"]
[17:36] * Yanmei stood aside, tugging Emma back a few steps by the arm as well.
[17:39] <Minaplo> ["What?"-
[17:40] <Minaplo> [Terry smirked a little, slamming an elbow into the door- a clean hole was made, through which he reached and opened the door from the inside.]
[17:42] <Yanmei> "Thanks, Captain! Now, then," she glanced to Emma, apparently not at all ruffled by this method of gaining access, "This is your show. Is there anything you want us to help you find in particular while we sweep for clues?"
[17:43] <Minaplo> ["Signs of struggle, injuries, perhaps a destination location if he scarpered. Anything on what he was selling, if he was. Proof of him being in bed with the Alves Group. Caches of money."]
[17:45] <Yanmei> "Can do?" She stuck and hand in the backpack she was carrying with her and pulled out a bolter pistol, just in case. She nodded to the two, and then slowly stepped into the apartment.
[17:46] <Minaplo> [The first room they saw was, unsurprisingly, the living room. Yet despite being a template apartment, just like Yanmei's, this room seemed oddly spacious- or perhaps it was because all the furniture had been pushed up against the walls.]
[17:49] <Yanmei> "Let's split up. Everyone take a room." She started off for the hallway that typically led to the man's bedroom and selected a door.
[17:55] <Minaplo> [Emma took the guest rooms, whilst Terry took the kitchen.-
[17:57] <Minaplo> [The bedroom was nondescript. Just a bed- made- and a single bedside table. No other furniture sat in the room- no desk, no bookcases, nothing.]
[17:58] <Yanmei> "…" Simple tastes. She went for the table. Checked under the bed and felt beneath the mattress for good measure.
[18:06] <Minaplo> [She nearly missed it. Inside the bedside table- there was a hidden drawer inside the first drawer, one she had mistaken for just a bit of overhang.]
[18:08] * Yanmei tried to pull it free gently at first, only resorting to more force if it was stuck.
[18:08] <Minaplo> [Out it came. There she found- a gun (a Rail Revolver!) and huge stacks of cash. There was also a letter.]
[18:10] <Yanmei> "Huh." She handled the gun carefully before placing it on the bed. A rail gun… something he'd gotten through the Alves Group?It wasn't like civilians could get it from anywhere… She looked at the letter next.
[18:10] <Minaplo> [Not in a language Yanmei could read.]
[18:12] * Yanmei frowned and angled her head toward the door. "Found something~" she called.
[18:13] <Minaplo> [Terry and Emma both came out to the living room. "What is it?" Asked Emma.]
[18:16] <Yanmei> "Proof of him being in bed with the Alves Group. Caches of money. Uh… correspondence?" She carried the items out to them for a look, a slight flounce in her step. "You're welcome," she added.
[18:16] <Minaplo> ["Proof?" Asked Terry.-
[18:17] <Minaplo> [Emma took the letter, trying to skim it.]
[18:21] <Yanmei> "Well, it's not -exactly- proof." Yanmei held out the nice gun. "Someone with military ties could get their hands on something like this too? But I understand that the Alves Group also circulates them, so who knows."
[18:22] <Minaplo> [Terry took the revolver. "If he's Thruster Corp, then he can buy this basically on-site. It's one of their benefits."-
[18:23] <Minaplo> ["This is Portuguese." Said Emma. "I can't read it, but I recognise it, and this is almost certainly from the Alves Group. I also found something in the other bedrooms."]
[18:23] <Yanmei> "Oh?"
[18:24] <Minaplo> ["The beds have all been pushed up against the wall, on their sides."]
[18:25] <Yanmei> "That's… interesting. Any idea why? Maybe he was making room for something big to store in there."
[18:28] <Minaplo> [Emma looked about at the living room, where the furniture had been pushed against the wall. "… Boxes?"]
[18:30] <Yanmei> "It's possible? But everything's gone now. Think if we check all the closets and stuff we'll find one or two that were left behind?"
[18:33] <Minaplo> ["Maybe. Let's try."]
[18:37] <Yanmei> But a quick look through some of the closets didn't really bring anything to light. "Ugh. They were pretty thorough with moving them out. I wonder if he's in the same place they are now."
[18:38] <Minaplo> ["Who knows…" Emma gave the letter to Yanmei. "You can get this translated, right?"]
[18:39] <Yanmei> "Shouldn't be a problem? Want to keep looking, or are you satisfied with this and the cash we found?"
[18:41] <Minaplo> ["This proves that something is up." Said Emma. "What I need is a list or something, and maybe this letter is it. C'mon."]
[18:42] * Yanmei followed her lead, glancing around the apartment one last time. "We'll call you when we get it translated, of course."
[18:43] <Minaplo> ["I'd hope so." Said Emma, opening the back door and eyeing Terry speculatively.]
[18:47] * Yanmei coughed delicately. She certainly wasn't trying to keep from laughing, oh no. "You don't have to give us a lift. This was where we were parting ways anyway, remember?"
[18:48] <Minaplo> ["Don't be so ornery. I can at least drop you off somewhere."]
[18:51] <Yanmei> "No, no, don't trouble yourself, really," she grinned. "We can pretty much walk to our next destination, it's so close."
[18:51] <Minaplo> ["No it's not." Said Terry.]
[18:52] * Yanmei narrowed her eyes at him.
[18:53] <Minaplo> ["You don't want me to follow you." Said Emma darkly. "That's fine. I can drop you off at the nearest train station. Sound good?"]
[18:54] <Yanmei> "All right," she relented. "That seems okay?"
[18:57] <Minaplo> [Emma grinned.-
[18:57] <Minaplo> [It was easier to get Terry into the car this time. He reclined on the back seat, Emma taking the driver's.-
[18:58] <Minaplo> ["You sure you don't want to reconsider?" She asked.]
[18:59] <Yanmei> "Positive." Yanmei eyed her as she buckled into the passenger seat. "You're waaay too into this…"
[18:59] <Minaplo> ["I'm passionate about what I do!"-
[19:00] <Minaplo> [They'd been driving for a few minutes now. They turned a corner…-
[19:09] <Minaplo> [The entire car -rocked- suddenly, violently, the deafening sound of an explosion in their ears. The car swerved uncontrollably, skidding helter-skelter into a wall.-
[19:11] <Minaplo> [Black smoke flooded the windscreen- airbags had deployed, smothering Yanmei and Emma both. The front of the car was an absolute wreck.-
[19:11] <Minaplo> ["W-What the hell…"]
[19:14] * Yanmei didn't reply. She was staring at the bricks in front of them incredulously, feeling a little short of breath suddenly. Somehow she snapped back to earth and fumbled with the door to her side.
[19:17] <Minaplo> ["A trap." Snapped Terry. With a sudden violent kick, the entire roof gave way. "We should get out."]
[19:23] <Yanmei> "Oh." She gazed up dazedly at the night sky that had reappeared over them. "Yeah, we-" she choked on the thick smoke that was now free to sink around them, and pressed her shoulder against the door when it wouldn't open right away. It stiffly eased open, metal groaning. "D-dammit! Emma, this way!"
[19:34] <Minaplo> [Emma struggled against her door, fruitlessly- tossing herself out Yanmei's side just in time.-#
[19:35] <Minaplo> [A grenade landed exactly where she'd been sitting, exploding- the car went up in a fireball, a wave of shrapnel flooding the area. Yanmei and Emma were ripped and cut- but escaped the flames.-
[19:35] <Minaplo> [Terry rolled out of the car, his body consumed in fire.]
[19:51] * Yanmei gave something between a yelp and a squeak as the explosion went off, covering her head and rolling. She muttered something in Chinese, and regarded their surroundings only briefly before scrambling for cover. "Move it!"
[19:53] <Minaplo> [Emma dove for cover behind a wooden bench- auspiciously, a grenade bounced off the top of it and ricocheted away harmlessly, bursting into flames.-
[19:53] <Minaplo> [Terence, however, did not run for cover. His body still flaming, he ran onto the top of the car and dove toward the wall, smashing into it with his hands and feet- from which he began to climb up the wall at dangerously quick speeds.-
[19:54] <Minaplo> [But Yanmei had more things to worry about. Railgun fire was raking her position, shooting up the tree she was hiding behind!]
[19:55] <Yanmei> "You…!" She yanked her bolt pistol out once again and returned fire with dangerously narrowed eyes. A much smaller explosion from above suggested that she'd hit one of the men…
[20:06] <Yanmei> Her second shot was a little less successful, and the grenade launcher answered with something that sailed behind her tree! -
[20:08] <Yanmei> A spring and a barrel roll cleared her from the blast and the charred splinters, but straight into a short, well-aimed hail of gunfire. She bit back a scream!
[20:08] <Minaplo> [Emma opened fire. "Yanmei! Get over here!"-
[20:09] <Minaplo> [Terry, now free of distractions such as bullets, continued to climb the wall at dizzying speed, nearly reaching the top.]
[20:15] * Yanmei ran- limped for her, sliding behind the bench and peeking around it to return fire, her jaw clenched with determination.
[20:23] <Minaplo> [But then a grenade landed- perfectly- at Yanmei's feet…-
[20:23] <Minaplo> [Emma dived immediately- right into a hail of bullets, ripping holes in her, one of them landing squarely into her forehead. She skidded and bounced for a few metres, landing like a sad bundle of rags.]
[20:26] * Yanmei too had bounded out of the way, and was far luckier. "Em-!" she winced as a bullet whizzed past, and then dove for her just long enough to grab and try to pull her to relative safety. Damn, head injury! But..!
[20:28] <Minaplo> [With a bellowing roar, she heard Terry flail into the gangers- and she heard and almost felt him punch the grenadier. The sound of a spine snapping in half echoed around the street, as did the man's dying screams.-
[20:28] <Minaplo> [Emma was unconscious, though, and bleeding out fast.]
[20:35] <Yanmei> They were no longer being shot at, which left Yanmei free to scrape her wits together and snatch up her cell phone for help.
[20:39] <Minaplo> [Another horrible scream from above as another man met a terrible end.]
[20:42] <Yanmei> "Yeah. Right…" Yanmei briefly pressed a hand to the wound in her side, and shuddered with pain. "Thanks. We've got someone down. I'm taking her to…" she scanned around, "Ah. There's a meat shop. You can't miss it!" She hung up. -
[20:43] <Yanmei> Not -terribly- clear, but she could call them back. She eyed Emma worriedly, and tried her best to drag her over to the establishment in question.
[20:46] <Minaplo> [The door was open, the glass shattered by bullets. A beefy man was cowering behind the counter. "I-I'm armed! Oh god, oh god!"-
[20:46] <Minaplo> [The air was rent apart with an awful, awful scream that made Yanmei's hair stand on end. The scream seemed to go on forever…]
[20:51] <Yanmei> "Help!" Her first cry was… drowned out by whatever horrible commotion was happening on the rooftop. She shuddered visibly, dropping lower over Emma protectively, and a few beats passed afterwards before she resumed. - #
[20:52] <Yanmei> She took a deep breath, regaining some composure, and faced the man properly. Control. Steady. She looked him in the eye. "We need your help. I've already called an amubulance… but it's -dangerous- out there."
[20:53] <Minaplo> ["Y… You're not some ganger?" He asked tentatively, the barrel of a shotgun peeking out over the lip of the counter.-
[20:53] <Minaplo> [Something behind Yanmei crunched awfully, the sound of tearing metal loud in her ears.]
[20:58] <Yanmei> "We're not! We're-" She almost spun at that sound with her gun, but the man was jumpy enough. She kept talking in controlled, slow tones. "We don't want trouble. I just had to get her out of there!"
[20:59] <Minaplo> ["… T-Then… Uh. Uh. Ok."-
[21:00] <Minaplo> [If Yanmei -did- look, she'd see the form of Terry, half his clothes burned away, batting at the flames on his body, putting them out, his hands covered with blood up to his wrists. There was plenty of other blood elsewhere as well.-
[21:00] <Minaplo> [Footsteps. Men in suits burst into the shop. "Pilot, are you alright?" Asked Lieutenant Vimes.]
[21:03] <Yanmei> "-I'm- fine. We need a medic for her, though." She was still holding Emma beneath the arms, trying to ignore any panicky new reactions from the shopkeeper for now. "Someone who can treat her immediately. She's… an important contact of mine!"
[21:05] <Minaplo> ["Medics are already on the way." Vimes knelt down next to her. "She's losing a lot of blood. Not many people can survive a spray like this." He nodded to one of the agents behind him, who was carrying a bag- the agent stepped forward and knelt down as well, taking out a bag of biogel. "This should stop most of the wounds for now, but she needs intensive care."]
[21:08] <Yanmei> "We can transport her somewhere for that, right? It has to be secure." She moved away a little to let them work, shoulders up, stance firm. "…they were targeting her specifically."
[21:10] <Minaplo> ["We can make arrangements." Said Vimes. "Captain, please escort Pilot Zhang to the nearest safehouse."-
[21:10] <Minaplo> ["Right." Said Terry, putting a comforting hand on Yanmei's shoulder, leaving it slick with blood.]
[21:14] <Yanmei> … that …was not all that comforting. Yanmei sighed, ready to follow him out. Safehouse again… but complaining about it now was stupid, especially when it would divert attention away from Emma's injuries. "So… I don't suppose there are any left alive?"
[21:15] <Minaplo> ["They are all very dead. I am sorry. You probably wanted to question them."]
[21:18] <Yanmei> "It's nothing we can't work around?" she tried not to glance back at the fallen journalist. "We'll figure out some of this Alves thing while she rests up, yeah? And Gamelin…"
[21:20] <Minaplo> ["He'll have his time. We can still go tomorrow- but you need to heal up first." He eyed her wounds. "And you wear armour from now on."]
[21:21] <Yanmei> "It looks worse than it really is?"
[21:22] <Minaplo> ["Enough. Come on, we have to go."]
[21:23] <Yanmei> "Right, right." And she let it drop.

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