One of the reasons for our break was due to
the death of our regular Johnson. I liked Ares Johnson, but I really didn't
know what was going to come next, especially given the mess that lead to his
demise. So when a new Areas Johnson just walked into the firehouse (I just
realised that I haven't written anything here about the firehouse. I should,
because it's pretty amazing) we were rather surprised for a number of reasons.
Not the least of which is we have no idea how Ares knew were we lived, so holy
crap what the hell security.
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| New Ares Johnson. He's... enthusiastic |
Anyway, the new Johnson was... Enthusiastic
to restart our working relationship, to say the least. Actually, he was pretty
damned excitable about just about everything full stop, which is one of those
traits that can be good or bad in a Johnson. To get the ball rolling, he
offered us a simple job; tunes out that our old friends the Rusted Stilettos
have been getting their hands on shipments of factory fresh Krime weapons as
well as a fresh supply of drugs, and he wanted to find out how and why. It
seemed a little odd - we couldn't immediately see his angle in this or what he
was getting out of it - but we took the job regardless because hey, money is
good.
