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Lennox: We're looking for Pierre
Riklurt: It takes some time to register for the two guys that you were at all addressing them, it seems. One of them, the cornrow guy, eventually turns back with a nonchalant "Huh?"
Lennox: We are here to talk to Pierre, do you know where we can find him?
Riklurt: Pierre? You here to talk to *Pierre*?
Riklurt: He looks back to his friend with a brief smile. "So who I say hi from then?"
* Hudson leans over and flashes his badge
Hudson: Tell him the FBI wants to see him, and that he'd be very wise to comply to our wishes
Riklurt: He chuckles a little bit to himself. "Oh, Pierre got some *fine* visitors over."
Riklurt: Well I guess we can't say no t' that, can we?
Riklurt: He steps out of his car, alongside his friend - a bald, bigger man, also with a big white shirt.
Riklurt: Might I ask what's the deal, hm?
Lennox: We just want to talk a bit
Riklurt: You notice three more people coming out of the station, all dressed similarly. The guy at the pump takes a few steps back and joins them.
Riklurt: Talk a bit? A'ight, sounds reasonable. Officers, meet Pierre.
Riklurt: He makes a brief gesture to his bigger friend, whose height is slightly intimidating and whose black goatee makes you think of a movie villain.
Riklurt: Please roll Wits+Composure, both of you
Hudson: Roll 5#d10 Hudson rolled --> 8, 7, 1, 10, 2
Lennox: roll 4#d10 Lennox rolled --> 10, 2, 6, 9
Hudson: roll d10 Hudson rolled --> 5
Lennox: roll 1d10 Lennox rolled --> 9
Riklurt: Right. You both notice that the four men gathered around Pierre and his buddy are wearing large white hoodies, except one of them - what's more alarming is that they've got varying funny-shaped items inside their front pockets.
Riklurt: Additionally, it's probable you'd notice most of them are keeping their hands in said pockets.
Hudson: Might we speak to you somewhere more private, Mr Pierre?
Pierre: Private? These are my brothers y'all seein', ain't nothin' I keep secret from them.
Pierre: You got a problem with that?
Lennox: As you wish
Pierre: So, what's the problem?
Lennox: We want to ask you a few questions about your business with James O'Malley
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Pierre: I ain't done no business with O'Malley in a while, why?
Lennox: Ok. But you have been dealing with Trevian Williams, correct?
Riklurt: There's a sudden unsettling among the other people present, and you hear one of the guys at the back go "Aaaaw damn."
Pierre: Yeah. Yeah, I have. What you got to do with Third, hm?
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Pierre: Right. What fo? What he done?
Lennox: Nothing, as far as we know. We just need to clear a few things up in connection to the murder of Mr. O'Malley
* Pierre smiles a little nervously.
Pierre: You think he done it?
Lennox: Right now we don't *think* anything
Pierre: Third's a mean little brother, I think he could have.
Lennox: Really? What makes you think that?
Pierre: Third a *mean* motherfucker, and O'Malley was screwin' him over more than even he deserved, lil bastard.
* Pierre laughs. "Stupid motherfucker though you get somethin' for free outta the Westies."
Pierre: Course, we're brothers, helped him as much as I could, didn' I? Third owes me more than one.
* Pierre raises his voice, a lot. "AIN'T I RIGHT, HUH?"
* Pierre casts a quick glance to the other gangsters. This time, they don't nod.
Lennox: Well, we would like to talk to mr. Williams...
Pierre: Hah! Ya would?
Pierre: Gonna be hard for ya, damn Vipers popped a cap in him.
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Riklurt: You both notice that Pierre's words seem to cause a lot of unrest among his friends, his friend in the car none the least, who looks absolutely puzzled.
Lennox: Did they, now
Lennox: What a shame
Pierre: Yeah, yeah. Third was a good brotha, crazy as hell, but a good brotha.
Hudson: Now, from what I've been given to understand, you people seem to have an awful lot of eyes watching each other, and an awful dislike for each other to go with it, so I suppose you won't mind telling us who it was that killed Mr Williams?
Pierre: Who killed him? Sure, foo, we keep track of that.
Pierre: Bitches Andre and RJ. Go get 'em jailed like good cops.
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Hudson: I suggest we find a more suitable location to discuss this, before someone here does something stupid
* Lennox gets into the car
* Hudson gets into the car and starts driving off
Riklurt: Just as you're about to leave, one of them raises his voice and asks you a question: "Yo, wait! Wait! How'd O'Malley die?"
* Lennox looks at Hudson
* Hudson walks over to the car
Hudson: Did you know him?
Riklurt: No, no man. I'm just curious, is all.
Hudson: I see. Do you believe Mr Williams killed him?
Riklurt: The gangster falls silent. The others around him look at him hesitantly, waiting for an answer.
Hudson: Do you believe Mr Williams killed Mr O'Malley?
Riklurt: The first gangster seems to gather his confidence again.
Riklurt: No. No, I don', I'm just curious.
Hudson: So who do you think killed him?
Riklurt: Aw, I don't know!
Hudson: Take a wild guess
Riklurt: One of the other kids speaks up. "Yo, you don' go pushin' a brother around like that! He don' know nothin' man!"
Hudson: That makes four of us, I'm terribly curious to find out who did this.
Riklurt: So who you think done it, huh?
* Lennox steps out of the car and walks up slowly
Hudson: However, if you have no more information to give me, I see no reason to tell you anything more than I already have
Riklurt: Hey, prick! Don'tchoo think yo' badge is gonna make a difference if yo' full of metal, man!
Riklurt: One of the kids, a young and, presumably stupid, kid at the back draws out a gun. It's a cheap automatic pistol - but still a weapon.
Riklurt: How'd the irish motherfucker die, huh? Can you tell me that?
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Hudson: All right, all right
Hudson: Mr O'Malley was in his bathroom on the twentieth floor, the door to which was locked from the inside. In this room, which was guarded by two men, he was torn to shreds, partly devoured, splattered across the walls and ceiling, and the final bits and pieces ended up on the roof of another building, no less than ten yards away.
Riklurt: Awww man? You serious?
Riklurt: Shieet...
Hudson: Is your curiosity satisfied now? Your lust for blood fulfilled?
Riklurt: The gangsters look at each other with meaningful looks in their eyes. They seem to have come to a common understanding.
[Various things happen. Hudson and Lennox find out where to find Trevian “Third” Williams, the suspected killer, where he lives with his girlfriend Suzette]
* Hudson knocks on the door
Riklurt: After a short while, there's a voice from inside, muffled through the door. "Who is it?"
Hudson: Special Agent Jack Hudson, FBI.
Suzette: What's it about?
Hudson: Open the door.
Lennox: always so diplomatic
Hudson: Yep
* Hudson holds up his badge
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Hudson: Yes, we believe Mr Williams to be very dangerous
Suzette: Why so?
* Suzette leans forward to grab a cigarette, and you catch a glimpse of a beautiful, elaborate silver necklace around her neck. Looks a bit too expensive for someone who lives in a district like this.
Hudson: We have been lead to believe he is responsible for several accounts of murder recently, among others the ones of Rodriguez Julio and Andre Fields
Suzette: Trevian been in trouble all right, but why a Federal agent investigate this, hm?
Hudson: Because of the unique way the murders were committed
Suzette: Unique?
* Hudson briefly shows her a picture of Mr O'Malley, post murder
Suzette: You believe that's him?
Suzette: Ridiculous! How would e do that?
Hudson: That is what I am most interested in figuring out
Suzette: Interested? I wonder, Agent 'Udson, 'ow much zis interest is worth to you, hm?
* Trevian opens the door.
Trevian: Honey! I'm home!
Riklurt: End of session.
Riklurt: There we are.
Hudson: O_O
Hudson: You can't do that! O_O
Lennox: !!!!!
Riklurt: Cliffhanger :P
Hudson: Curse you, villain!
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