*Speedealer* Posted Nov 21, 2007, 10:59 pm	"Watch your backs!" Christopher Vargas yells to the rest of the bar as he angrily punches the door open. "Those Research Labs or Race Labs or whatever they're called now would steal the roof from their poor mama's tin shed!" The crowd looks at him like he's nuts. "I wandered over to the marketplace to see what was doin. Maureen Ervin of Govermant Resistance asked me if I wanted to buy an ambulance. Hadn't had one yet, so I says sure. Boy, she was a bute! Minimal chassis damage, nothing I can't fix being the Fish Heads' ace mechanic and all. Fully loaded with 9.4L, Heavy Gat, CGL, AT...the works! We negotiated a fair price and I was just about to hand over my money when some LITTLE SNAKE jumps in, gives Maureen the same amount and grabs the keys!!" The patrons can't believe what they're hearing. Everyone in Evan knows this gang to have a great reputation. Christopher continues, "It's true! I was so stunned, I couldn't move. Then the little snake - Michael West I think it was - jumps in and drives off laughing hysterically! I tell ya, I'm so steaming mad, but that's not the worst of it neither!" "Some other creep taps me on the shoulder and says, 'Hey, thems the breaks. But if ya want, our gang has a stripped down ambulance in Somerset you can buy for the same price.' Can you believe that??! Of all the nerve! He's lucky I'm a mech and need my hands or I'da punched him in the throat! Frickin low life backstabbin' yellow belly worm!" Christopher begin to shake with anger and sits down at the bar. "Gimme a glass of whisky! And leave the bottle. I'm gonna need it." As he's beginning to calm down, some of the patrons chime in. "I knew there was something not right about that gang," says an old timer at the end of the bar. A trucker from JTC-4 agrees, "Yeah, I'm definitely watching my wallet when they're around. Who knows what they're capable of...man, that's just pathetic behavior." The bartender jokes, "Sounds like something Dirge would do." Everyone snickers and gets back to the task at hand. Drinking.
Alocalypse Posted Nov 22, 2007, 12:30 am	"For the record" says Michael West, appearing from the more shadowy corners of the bar. "I was approached by a confused Govermant Resistance member who offered me a very good deal, the same you spoke of" "After I got over my own initial confusion and realized I wasn't dreaming or otherwise delirious I immediatley jumped on what was a deal too good to just pass up, I would have paid 250-320k for it without much thought myself." After a sligth pause he continiues: "Later inspection of course revealed the obvious, the member in question was appearantly not as resistant to alcohol as he was to goverment institutions and in his intoxicated state got us two mixed up, though I can't blame him, we do look alike, except for the fact that I'm not ugly... of course, it must be beer goggles..." he drifts off into thought for a while, then speaks up again: "Sorry about that. The deal we offered you won't cover it I guess, but it's the best we can do right now other than... Hey barkeep! I'll pay for that guys drinks tonight." after making an exaggerated pointing gesture to signal the barkeep he returns to his own table for a bit.
*JD_Basher* jd.basher@charter.net Posted Nov 22, 2007, 12:56 am	Carlos Santana, leader of the Geajammers glares at Michael West seated at the table next to him. Carlos picks up his pitcher of brew and walks to the far side of the bar and seats himself at another table. "For the record,... You are a Damn thieving bunch of HOLES!" Carlos said, loud enough to be heard by all as he walked away.
*Speedealer* Posted Nov 25, 2007, 11:49 pm	Shocked to even see Michael in the bar, Christopher snarls, "However you want to rewrite history is fine with me. I know what happened. Mistake or no mistake, a real man wouldn't do that. Especially when you recognize the confusion, take advantage of the situation, and then try to profit over it further. ARL is dead to the Fish Heads. You hear me? DEAD!" Christopher spits on the floor before turning his back and returning to his drink.