Paranoid Investigation [Drug Bust Case File #38 Mission]

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As the computer finally gave in to Rory's influence, they finally gained access. There was nothing special to note, but there appeared to be a function inside that appeared to turn off the gas fuming in the underground...

"Awesome, Doc! I'm glad someone knows this nerd shit. I don't know crap about computers except, like, how to get music without paying for it. Good job!" The witch gave the Person of Light a thumbs up but they had bigger fish to fry. The gas was turned off. Whatever that meant. But like she said, this was a dead end. And there was something back the way they came that she wanted to check out.

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Patty frowned beneath the shade of her hat. She didn't really know why all this stuff was here, she could only guess from what she knew from experience. Not like she'd ever ran a trap house but she'd stepped foot in one, but nothing like this before. This was on a whole 'nother level of operation, WAY outside of what she'd seen peeps like MS-13 get their hands on.
"I don't know as much as you think I do, I've just seen it a couple times," she admitted in a less cheerful voice. Yeah, she knew more about the drug scene than a lot of other people did. The lanky girl spent a good amount of time either in it or outside of it, but she never really considered herself one of them. And she didn't want anyone else to consider her one of them either. She saw the reactions it got, even from people here. They wouldn't like her as much if they found out.
"I guess it's probably because, like, the need to use those chemicals. Gotta use'em, can't get around it, so like they put'em by the showers just in case anyone totally gets their face melted so they can wash it off. If a fire starts you'd want it by all the water, y'know? But I've got no clue, I didn't set this stuff up."

That kinda took care of the question Why was it here? but it never answered the bigger Why? Patty didn't usually care about the why. These were bad people that needed to get their freakin' necks stomped, there wasn't two ways about that. But if she was going to blow them up she couldn't keep relying on brute force. You couldn't fight an idea by blasting it with fire, you had to be smart. Getting a bunch of junkies that'll do anything for one more hit into your personal murder ghost army wasn't a bad start and it could get worse if left unchecked. Way worse. Like city epidemic worse. That's what scared her. She was the prime target for this fucked-up cocktail. But she wasn't thinking for long. Thinking was stupid when you should be doing something anyway.
"I dunno," she said hesitantly, "I wanna say yeah but I don't know how tonight's gonna end yet. ...I don't wanna hurt anyone else." Patty groaned under her breath. She really didn't wanna be the anti-social type, but if tonight was gonna be like the last one then she'd need a minute. Nobody wanted to be around her if things went south, not even her. It'd end at the bottom of some kind of bottle or in the back of a police car.
"Look just... ask me when this is all over, 'kay? I just wanna get this done with and not have to worry about it. I'll feel better then."

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All this thinking made her stomach hurt. Patty didn't like it, it sucked compared to just doing something. She let her instinct carry herself forward and always ended up fine and she didn't have to do anything like get worried she might lose. Adrenaline kind of dulled that negative voice in your head that said that something bad was gonna happen. So she was pretty ready to tackle the ripples from her sonar when she saw them on the ground.
"Something's over there. Ahahaha we ready?!" Wicked drew her revolver with an extra spin and dashed out from the wall and straight into danger, the one place where thinking was secondary to doing.

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Tamsin was happy that her Terrorist attire hid so much of her face, because she became beat red when Isabelle essentially asked Patty out while they were standing there. She'd read enough of the Daylight books to know what that kind of question was leading to. It almost outweighed the questions that came before it. Almost.

Tamsin stood to the side as things fell into silence while Doc went to work at the keyboard. Tamsin watched what he was doing with interest. She didn't get to mess with computers much, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested. It looked like a challenge...and Tamsin liked challenges. Perhaps she could do it too? She decided silently to ask if this sort of thing was required again. But for now, she was content to wait in silence.

The silence broke finally when they'd gotten past the next dangerous room without garnering attention, and Patty finally answered Rampage's questions. She sounded...off. Tamsin already knew this was a sore spot for the witch. It was apparent from her subtle change in attitude the other night, and now here tonight. Now, she was admitting more or less that it bothered her...in her own dismissive and upbeat way. Likely trying to not lead on that it was a big deal. As they walked, Tamsin tugged on Patty's sleeve a little, to get her attention in a less vocal way, before giving her a small nod of solidarity.

"Going out for drinks like this would be problematic for staying off police radar, wouldn't it? And I thought we were supposed to keep our identities a secret?" Honestly, the idea of going out to hang out with everyone was something she wouldn't mind at all. She liked these people, and would like to know them better, it wasn't like her identity was anything important anyway.

"Ready as we'll ever be." She replied to the witch as she followed her into the fray.

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Rampage simply nodded as Wicked made her answer, though the turn down to a drink was a bit disappointing "Doesn't have to be a drink you know" she said to wicked as they walked, and looked to the rest of the group, honestly Doc seemed a bit abrasive in a way, and rouge? well not really much to say about the guy he was random really, and it was hard to say if it was an act or he was just crazy, but in the end they were at least somewhat reliable, so that was good.

As Wicked mentioned another enemy and charged ahead Rampage nodded and went right after them into the fight, thankful that her weapons were at least always at the ready.

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As the party continued down their path, they would notice within the hallway was something that appeared humanoid, but it lacked any true discernible features. Yet, it still smiled at them with a keen amusement at their arrival. The demon leaned against the wall with arms crossed with a sardonic smile. "Whoa, someone actually found this dump. Who would've known letting a bunch of dealers and crackheads run around in the city would end up like this? Funny that, right?"

Raidou cocked her head to the side in confusion. She expected that there was going to be a fight, but yet so far, they were lucky to have nothing happen. Though in a secret drug lab, you would've expected a bit more hostility. There was something odd about this demon. The Kuzunoha just couldn't quite put her finger on it as she watched the interaction between the demon and the Psyche-Terrorists. The demon continued with his thumb, index, and middle fingers rubbing together. "So, you working for the Cadets? You all don't look like the part. Can't think of any Psyche-Terrorist worth a damn who gives a single damn about this either. Not that anyone would, kinda bored of the whole illegal substances shtick here after a while... I take it you all want to get around this dump. I might know a little something. How about we make a trade?"

What they found in the room was a dark creature with a bad attitude. It questioned them with some pretty pointed questions and appraised them. Tamsin remembered the shroud thing that Patty made go away without fighting, and tensed. Maybe this time she could do the same.

She stepped forward. "It doesn't matter what or who we are does it? The fact is, we're here." She offered up her forearm. "...Take what you need and let's have it, then."

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"Heh, cheeky kid. I like your style. Alright, don't mind if I do." The demon smirked at Tamsin, amused at how unabashed she was. Everyone in the room would just feel remarkably and suddenly weakened once the demon opened its mouth and began to suck out the life of the party. Once its mouth closed, they would notice their health would not be entirely gone. While licking its lips, it remarked. "Eurgh, one's ya are too salty for my tastes. Kinda ruins it for all of ya, but a trade's a trade. So there's a demon called Red Cloak who guards the master key around this place. He'll ask you if you want a blue or red paper. Say you don't want any and it'll give ya the key."

"We've already done that. It left us alone and gave it to us." Raidou explained respectfully, she seemed a little disappointment for the information they were given. Though Gotou, on the other hand, did not seem at all amused by this. Though the demon seemed to stare at the detective. Despite the lack of facial features, it appeared rather shocked. "Well, call me an Monkey's Uncle. There's actually someone with a brain cell. You have no idea how many schmucks got cut up by that guy for making the wrong answer... So a no go on that, huh? How about this then? There's a security room behind me that'll shut down the cameras. You might not need to hack into it if you can find a guard's ID card. Humans are gonna be a no-go, but why not try bothering some of the demons for it? Might be hard if you can't understand 'em, but that's your problem. Not mine. Anyway, I'm blowing this joint, could care less of what happens here, peace."

The demon smirked and gave a lazy salute of farewell before beginning to shuffle away and would disappear into the hallways. As it did, Raidou watched it leave and began to remark to herself. "What a strange demon, I wonder why it's here...?"

It didn't even bother to attack them, but yet the operations here tolerated it? Something didn't quite add up, but the Kuzunoha wouldn't have time to mull over it. They were in the middle of an operation themselves and one that would affect the lives of the City. The detective announced to the party. "If you want to find those ID cards, I can help translate to the best of my ability. Otherwise, we should get going."