Log:ACRO - Stage 2, Scene 1

ACRO - Stage 2 2005/06/28 	 Eleven Random Factor Seven Smith

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Harrisburg Lane North

The northern part of Harrisburg Lane is just as bad off, if not worse, than the southern portion. Some of the two-story homes are boarded up, some with homeless squatters inside. Graffiti marks the territory of one gang or another. Drug dealers and other seedy members of society have moved into this section of town, bringing with them crime that follows. Few, if any, trees and shrubs remain. The grassy lawns of yesteryear are now overgrown with weeds and broken glass from bottled beverages sprinkled about. The inhabitants of this part of town are the destitute and are the homeless.

Making your way carefully past the strewn rubbish and large rusting flip-top bins in the Alleyway you open the Shed's door, and locking it again behind you slip inside ...

Eleven enters from Harrisburg Lane South.

Random Factor soars down from above.

Random Factor says, "Or we could just walk in and lean on her."

Harrisburg Lane North

The northern part of Harrisburg Lane is just as bad off, if not worse, than the southern portion. Some of the two-story homes are boarded up, some with homeless squatters inside. Graffiti marks the territory of one gang or another. Drug dealers and other seedy members of society have moved into this section of town, bringing with them crime that follows. Few, if any, trees and shrubs remain. The grassy lawns of yesteryear are now overgrown with weeds and broken glass from bottled beverages sprinkled about. The inhabitants of this part of town are the destitute and are the homeless.

Random Factor grins.

The building you've been directed to is a darkened brownstone looking building. Two stories.

Random Factor looks around and then steps into the shadows, and when he comes back out, he looks like he could be Elevens brother.

Eleven has a beer in hand. He got it from Psiren's Pad. Random was there. He ain't there now. He wonders what form Random decided to take up this time. Jack surveys the building and takes a sip. The cold brew flows down his throat. When he spots his twin he chuckles. "Seven, Eleven."

Smith nods to Eleven.

Smith says, "Pleased to meet ya, brother dear."

Seven says, "You ready?"

Eleven shakes his head. "Alright lets get on with it." The real asian gunman says, "After you.."

Eleven goes to the door and sees if it is locked. If unlocked he will open it for Random.

It appears to be open. The woman supposedly lives on the second floor, from what you were told. The hallway is dark...apparently the lights are out in the hall and stairwell. But there's enough light filtering in, that it's probalby pretty clear that the lack of light is probably for the best. It covers up the filth so you won't have to see it.

Eleven murmers to Random, "So can you see?" Jack takes the lead. He seems comfortable in filth and decay. The gunman looks around and looks for stairs.

You find the stairwell without much problem. There's a set of stairs going up, and one going down. More light is filtering in from upstairs through a window, so you can easily see your way up the stairs.

Seven slips on his IR goggles.

Eleven shakes his head at Seven. "That makes you look funny. Come on. I hear she's up the stairs." Jack confidently goes up the stairs but is cautious as well.

Seven nods and follows silently.

Seven(#2186POenACcF)

Seven stands at about five feet ten inches and weighs about 150 lbs. His body has a lean muscular build. He has jet black hair that rides his collar, but he wears the bangs short. The eyes of this man are very dark, black like his hair. It is unatural and one might feel some intimidation by looking into this man's eyes (courtesy of polarized lens).

The man is covered from head to toe. He is dressd in a slate grey mandarin collar suit that has hand carved ebony buttons. The mat finish causes it to be not so shiny. The matching dark pants hide well the man who wears the clothes. In the shadows, it would seem that this man would be hidden. Seven is wearing comfortable dress shoes and can run well in them much to the suprise of his prey.

Unlike Eleven, Seven is unarmed.

Seven has an open, easy demeanor. His voice is cool and confident.

You get to the top of the stairs, and there's only one door. Must be it. Looks pretty solid, strangely enough.

Seven says, "I'd suggest knockking. Prospective employes usually dislike it when you barge in."

Eleven nods to Seven. "Fine fine.. " Jack raps on the door with his knuckles.

You hear some shuffling inside...and then the door opens. Only a couple inches. One of those chain locks keeps it from opening further. Looking out is an older woman, in her 50's, maybe. White hair, moderately heavy set, wearing a black sweater and tan slacks. She speaks like a chain smoker, with a raspy voice. "What'd'ya want?"

Eleven eyes the woman hard. "Olga."

The woman looks at Eleven, "You selling something?"

Eleven nods. "Health Insurance."

The woman shakes her head, "Not interested. Already covered."

Eleven pulls out his gun and aims it at the chain. "Oh I think you will be interested in this one. Let's go inside and talk about your current plan. I'm sure ours is better."

Seven smirks and subtly shakes his head.

The woman stares at Eleven, "You're either brave, or incredibly stupid, boy." She pauses, "fine." She closes the door to unlatch it, and then opens the door, "C'mon in."

Eleven walks into the room, and looks around. "Thanks... This is my associate.. Just call him Seven."

The woman chuckles, and pulls out a cigarette, lighting up. "Seven and Eleven. Cute." She must have recognized Eleven. "Close the door behind you, son." The living room which you're standing in, is in disarray...piles of papers and books everywhere. "So, what can I do for a vigilante such as yourself?"

Seven says, "Please forgive my brother, he is rather... abrupt. We have come to you because we seek... more. Or we have been told you can help us find it."

Eleven glances at the papers and books. Is there a theme? Some sort of pattern? Jack looks back up at Seven as he slides his gun back into his suit and awaits the answer to Seven's query.

Olga tilts her head, looking at the two of you. "What is if that you're looking for?"

Eleven starts rummaging through the papers and books as if had owned them, looking for clues and such.

Eleven says, "You know what we want.."

Olga stares at Eleven, "Do I come into your home, and mess with your filing system? Knock it off, dummy!"

Eleven grins at Olga. "Give us the answers we want and maybe I'll stop. Maybe... Tell us about the ACRO mutant recruiting process. The one's you gotten for them. Weaknesses, personalities.. "

Eleven flips through more books. "What did you do? Steal from the library?"

Seven frowns and smacks Eleven's hand, cupping his palm to make it sound loud and sharp.

Seven says, "What have I told you?"

Eleven stops and looks harshly at Seven. However Jack stops..

She looks at Eleven like he's a heathen. "Libraries sell their books after a while, genius." She pauses, "That's what this is about? Should have said so in the first place. I'm an equal opportunity information dealer."

Eleven nods. "We're listening."

Olga shrugs, "And what are you offering for the information? It isn't free."

Eleven takes out his gun in a threatening manner. "I told you earlier.. health insurance.."

Seven glares at Eleven.

Seven says, "What is it YOU want in return?"

Eleven lowers his gun again.. He glares at Seven. Perhaps Jack isn't used to friendlier tactics.

Olga looks directly at Eleven, "Shoot me, and you'll never get your answers. Ever." She looks back to Seven. "Each person you want me to give a name and background for...five hundred bucks. A small amount, given the inflation lately."

Eleven grumbles, "ACRO won't have a recruiter either.. A fair exchange.." Money. That's all they ever wanted. He looks over to Seven to see if he's got the cash..

Seven considers. "That would depend on the quality of the merchandise, wouldn't you say?"

Olga nods, "Fair enough. I'll give you the first one free, and you decide if you want the rest."

Eleven repeats himself. "We're listening."

Olga looks back to Eleven, "Want me to pick the agent? Or do you?"

Eleven says, "Tell me about Yin."

Olga nods, thinking for a moment. "Donna Kellum. Age 26. Darkness powers, including the ability to blast things, generate darkness fields. Known to frequent goth clubs prior to recruitment by ACRO. Worked as an administrative assistant in California. Family is deceased, cause of deaths unknown. Teamed with Yang.

Eleven frowns. "No Weaknesses?

She continues, "Known weaknesses...nothing outside from her surly temper and general negative attitude."

Olga chuckles, "And she's the kind of 'lady' who chases after men a bit. I dont' know if that's really a weakness, though."

Eleven glances over to Seven to see if that is a fair trade.

Olga heads over to the fridge, and pulls out a beer, and opens it. "Anything else you want to know about her?"

Seven smirks. "It's not much to go on."

Eleven says, "Stuff We already know. If that's all you got it's not worth that much. How did you get a hold of her to send to Acro? How do you decide on the team ups?"

Olga shrugs, "I find mutants, and I pass on the information. I don't decide on team ups."

Eleven says, "What? They come to you or all these books and papers tell you where they are?"

Eleven starts leafing through the books again.

Olga shakes her head. "I'm...an...information...broker. Say it with me. If I told you my methods, I'd be out of a job."

She chuckles and looks to Seven, "If you want a more detailed report than off the top of my head, it'll have to wait until I have time to print one up."

Seven grins. "Ok, ok. But if what we hear is bogus, it's my brother;s turn."

She smiles, "Though..since the police don't know her real name...I'd say that the information is useful to you."

Eleven nods to Seven. "This stuff better be good. We ain't cash cows you know."