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== The [[Baker Street shakedown]] == | == The [[Baker Street shakedown]] == | ||
Graeber is sitting in a squad-car waiting for his partner to return with coffee. An APB comes across the wireless about a cache of FWMDs in a grey car in the Baker Street area. At that moment a grey GMRA sedan runs a red light and Graeber knows he’s got his man. He pulls it over, demands to see in the trunk, and finds ... ''nothing''. He shakes down the driver and his VIP passenger, with a 92 LFC in the solar plexus and demands to strip search the whole car. He rousts the trunk, throwing stuff into the street, then opens the back door and — there is this androgynous, youthful, dolphin-like being — Graeber is smitten, and is stammering an apology when his partner, Officer Melvin R Melvin, arrives with the coffees and donuts, horrified and recognises that the VIP is none other than Julian Wickliffe, chairman of the WHAMDAQ and politically connected guy. He quickly lets the car go, apologising profusely. Wickliffe is complementary about him as he goes, to his great relief. | Graeber is sitting in a squad-car waiting for his partner to return with coffee. An APB comes across the wireless about a cache of FWMDs in a grey car in the Baker Street area. At that moment a grey GMRA sedan runs a red light and Graeber knows he’s got his man. He pulls it over, demands to see in the trunk, and finds ... ''nothing''. He shakes down the driver and his VIP passenger, with a 92 LFC in the solar plexus and demands to strip search the whole car. He rousts the trunk, throwing stuff into the street, then opens the back door and — there is this androgynous, youthful, dolphin-like being — Graeber is smitten, and is stammering an apology when his partner, Officer Melvin R Melvin, arrives with the coffees and donuts, horrified and recognises that the VIP is none other than Julian Wickliffe, chairman of the WHAMDAQ and politically connected guy. He quickly lets the car go, apologising profusely. Wickliffe is complementary about him as he goes, to his great relief. | ||
If course the dolphin is/is concealing the weapons cache | |||
They return to base, Melvin warning Graeber he had better prepare himself for a bollocking. | They return to base, Melvin warning Graeber he had better prepare himself for a bollocking. | ||
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Meanwhile things slowly turned to normal for commando [[Opco Boone]] of the I.S.D.A.’s [[crack drafting squad]]. We know Opco saw action, and is scarred by it, but we don’t know the details. They will come back to Opco as the story unfolds. Though still shell-shocked, he has a desk job now, but bridles at the timidity of his role, and the uneasy peace of the post-crisis world. He is checking off some uninteresting files when, across the squad room he hears his CO’s booming voice. GRAEBERRRRRR! | Meanwhile things slowly turned to normal for commando [[Opco Boone]] of the I.S.D.A.’s [[crack drafting squad]]. We know Opco saw action, and is scarred by it, but we don’t know the details. They will come back to Opco as the story unfolds. Though still shell-shocked, he has a desk job now, but bridles at the timidity of his role, and the uneasy peace of the post-crisis world. He is checking off some uninteresting files when, across the squad room he hears his CO’s booming voice. GRAEBERRRRRR! | ||
Opco | Opco is following a series of odd coincidences which are turning him to a view that mysterious forces are gathering in the shadows, and is privately collecting evidence to assemble a theory and back his theory up. His nemesis in this theory is his commanding officer, Sir Stuart Palmer Jenkins, who encourages him to embrace the technological devices and process that will replace seat-of-the-pants old style policing. | ||
Boone follows lead [NEEDS EVENT] that takes him undercover and into a “Vega Dens”, where supposedly legal synthetic alpha generators operate. underground clubs in London’s West End. | |||
The Vega dealer, or “prime”, skims cash “commission” from clients but never partakes in its own product. “It’s just business.” | |||
Not wanting to blow his cover, Boone accepts the offer of an alpha tray. It is served by a beautiful, otherworldly child. The child seems curiously unengaged. Dissociated. Boone goes to ask the child for more information but as it does the alpha takes hold and Boone falls deep into the well. | |||
Boone | As Boone sleeps, The Romanian enters his chamber and arranges compromising pictures with the youth, then says, allright, Signa, get this schmuck out of here. | ||
Boone wakes up in a strange room and heads back to the office to find his the subject of a complaint from Julian Wickcliffe, the manager of the the Vega Den in question. Wickliffe alleges ISDA harassment. | Boone wakes up in a strange room and heads back to the office to find his the subject of a complaint from Julian Wickcliffe, the manager of the the Vega Den in question. Wickliffe alleges ISDA harassment. | ||
Palmer-Jenkins, who is a drill-sergeant, police captain from central casting, dresses Boone down and assigns Kommandant Kurzweil of the Double-O unit to manage and supervise Eagle Squad while Boone | Palmer-Jenkins, who is a drill-sergeant, police captain from central casting, dresses Boone down and assigns Kommandant Kurzweil of the Double-O unit to manage and supervise Eagle Squad. Anxious to avoid the kind of disruption or embarrassment that loose cannons might yield while the World Regulator Business Day Convention is in town, Palmer assigns Boone and weirdo and conspiracy theorist Officer Graeber to netting detail and put on the Belgian beat. “See if you two can’t stay out of trouble rousting Belgian avocats for a week. | ||
As Palmer's bad luck would have it ''L’Hôtel des Grandes Moules Frites'' in Rue John F Kennedy in ''La Quartier Belgique'' is hosting the business day convention. | |||
Boone and Graeber promenade about the mannequin piss, Graeber harping on about his absurd (but consistently prescient) conspiracy theories, based on what he saw in Baker Street. | |||
The pair shake down a Luxembourg netting counsel, who babbles insouciantly about aleatory contracts and is just about to launch into a lengthy description of what a company isn’t when, simultaneously, Graeber and Boone see the child from the alpha den/grey car. She is dressed immaculately and bejeweled and I the company of ... Wickliffe. | |||
Boone follows the pair into the Grand Hotel where they have gone into a Business Day Convention. | Boone follows the pair into the Grand Hotel where they have gone into a Business Day Convention. | ||