Showing posts with label gangs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gangs. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Coffee machines, ground pentrating radar, gangers and other inconveniences

Sometimes you have to do a job in a hurry, with little time to plan and a lot of making it up as you go along. Jobs that are favours to friends/allies/contacts/whatever else are often of this type; they need something done in a hurry and they can’t do it themselves, so they have to turn to you. This sort of thing rarely pays well, but instead often comes with other benefits like favours in return. It’s the underground economy part of the underground economy.

I got a call from Cwildred because she needed help with a problem. It was small for them moment, but had the potential to blow up into a huge mess. I agreed to help her out because a) she’s a friend b) I owe her for all her awesome combat biking lessons and c) it’d mean getting on the good side of a massive nationwide gang who have fingers in all sorts of different ventures. See? Favour for favour.

Sunday, 28 May 2017

Magnets, how the frag do they work?

Racing seems to have been the theme of the day for this last Run. Not that It was about racing, mind you, but racing was how we got into it. Freddie had been asking around about the street racing community again with an eye to getting back into the competition. While he was away, the new top dog in town was a relative newcomer called Bruno who was tearing up the scene in a Eurocar Northstar; a massive, turbo-charged, peasant-crushing SUV designed for the stupidly rich people and corp execs. That’s the sort of car that’s well beyond the reach of your average street racer, which was turning some heads.

On a related note, I’d been doing more combat bike training with Cwildred which was turning out to be not only useful but pretty fragging awesome. In the latest round of training she’d been teaching me to jump my bike off things (Cars, roofs, highway overpasses) which is the sort of thing that is useful in a chase as well as being just plain cool. So we’d been trashing a couple of rental Growlers along the way; no sense in destroying my good bike while practicing after all.