Crimson Dawn (part 6)

There were any number of things that Crimson had expected her first run to be like. Dull was not one of them, and yet, that was exactly how it felt right now. Every part of her wanted something to happen to take everything off script and liven things up a lot (or even just a bit) but so far, instead, things were pretty much going to plan to an annoying degree.

Slicer had told her once that a Run never went as expected and that there always was some twist, some unknown that would throw a spanner in the works and send things spiraling out of control. The secret, he'd explained was not trying to stop it from happening. That was impossible. Rather, it was to try and control the outcome and use it as best you could to turn things back to your advantage. It had made a strange amount of sense to her at the time and, as a bonus, he merely hungover when he said it, so there had to be some truth to his words.

But that didn't make this job any more exciting. Going off the information she'd been given by Mister Johnson, she'd been able to find some of the Devil Dogs. They were a pretty ugly bunch, all human males who decided that tan coloured fatigues and red bandannas were their 'thing' and had chosen to confine their activities to a chunk of Redmond that nobody else was actively fighting over at the moment. Doubtless that was a low profile thing, as an up and coming gang that stepped on the wrong toes could easily find themselves crushed by those that didn't like the competition.

Street racing, killer attack drones and other relationship killers

So while Freddie's been doing even more work on the Van I've been having some work of my own done. I'm now sporting a new set of Betaware-grade Muscle Toners, which are making me even faster and more agile then before. Turns out that you can improve on perfection after all.

In other news, we've heard nothing more form the Ares Johnson, but I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing. He's up to something, but there's still no clue as to what or why. I don't like it at all.

In the meantime, my personal life has taken an entirely predictable turn, albeit not through a way that I fully expected. Me and Freddie were invited to another race, admittedly through Alfonso talking to David the Mechanic talking to Freddie talking to me. He was all for the idea because racing’s his thing and personally I suspect he wanted to show off just what he could do in a Bulldog anyway. (Seriously, that Van's two tons of turbo-charged, armour-plated, candy-coated, corp crushing killing machine). Me I entered for the thrill of it and, of course, to watch Freddie's back. Although if I did beat Alfonso it would be awesome.

A rare day when nothing explodes

As you’ve probably noticed by now, our team tends to be rather casual on attendance. A lot of it depends on who’s available at any one time, what they’ve got on, urgency of the job and about a zillion or so other things. That’s one of the reasons why I so rarely work with Abbey; she seems to be doing her stuff all the time, and as such I rarely even see her. So when I recently did a job with her, it was a novelty to say the least.

I had been following up on our Ares Johnson issue, especially given how crawlingly involved he seemed to be getting and the worrying idea that he knew where we lived. It seems that he’s been going around the Barrens, even the really drekky parts (by Barrens standards, I mean. That bad) with an armed guard, apparently like he’s looking for something or the like, but we got no idea what or why. But it’s not like he’s doing anything immediately malicious, though at the same time, I don’t like it one bit.