Log Title: Don't Fear The Reaper
Summary: Violet cashes in a favour. Winter is skeptical. John takes the case.
IC Date: 2381-02-13
OOC Date: 2019-02-13
Related Logs: 19A30 Redux specifically. The Fatale plot generally.
johnvioletwinter

 

 

"You have skills beyond filling sleeves with bullet holes, I presume? We're looking for answers, not a body count."

Licktown. Violet's shop, and it is nowhere as fancy as Winter's. It looked like something of a parts shop, literally, and a office. Bits and bobs all around. But that was only the first room. The backroom was as neat and tidy as the one in Tau Psychosurgery though the equipment was well-used and much maintained. Still, someone with enough skill could do quite a lot with this, as Violet clearly had. She'd extended an invitation for Winter to join her, and left the temporary code for the door in her message.

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Winter got the message via ONI (what else) and arrives at the arranged time. They tap in the temporary code, and their shoulders relax a little when the thing actually works. They're dressed a little more formally, today, in dark slacks, a cream, button down shirt with a black vest over top, and a trench coat over all that because it's cold outside. Winter makes their way through the front room, with all its pieces and parts, pausing to lean in and consider a gear and a dongle resting on one shelf. Then they head through to the back, knocking on the door before stepping inside. "Nice setup," they approve, their gaze moving from spot to spot, taking in the equipment and layout.

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As soon as Winter entered and stayed in the room, the door clicked shut behind her. Closed. Locked. Was this a trap?!

No, not quite. But, out of the shadow of the room? It's him. The former-CTAC soldier turned GPPI agent. he's dressed rather formally, wearing a full tuxedo kind of attire, but it's clear there's some tactical gear built into his clothing. Visibly, it doesn't look like he's armed, but he straightens out his tie and he looks at Violet. "Violet." then to Winter, looking her in the eyes. "Doctor." he was likely already there. Either that, or he is unbelievably stealthy.

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The door did indeed open. And close behind them. It was unsafe to allow the door to remain open in the neighborhood Violet had set up shop in. As for the woman in question, she wore a pair of dark slacks and a white pullover, the hood pulled up over her hair, which was, at the moment, a bright magenta, her face having taken on an asiatic look, though her eyes were that familiar green. "Thank you. I've done the best that I can with what I have to work with. of note, there was only one chair, a visible sign that she normally worked alone. The arrival of the dark-clothed man out of the shadows brought a quirk to her lips, as she turned in his direction, "John John." A beat pause, "Working again?"

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It's a little hard to take 'dark and looming danger man' as seriously as he probably would like when one's companion casually labels him 'John John'. Winter's lips quirk before they smooth back into a more respectful expression and they clear their throat. 'Hello. John John. Do you make it a habit of stepping ominously from the shadows, or are you just fond of us?"

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John looks to Violet. "Violet." at the question of working again? He simply shakes his head. "Just returning a favor." though, for some reason, when Winter says that variation of his name, he STARES her down. He's probably armed. and that was probably not a wise move. "That's not my name. John Stryker. So far, only fond of one of you. What's the situation?"

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Violet dipped her head, as she heard the nickname from Winter's lips, though she waited until John had introduced himself before she continued, "You may be more familiar with him by the nickname that has made the rounds in the last few years. The Grim Reaper. Or simply the Reaper, depending on how much life is left in the person. Which…" She lifted a had making a fifty-fifty gesture. Still, John's answer seemed to relieve her. Apparently, he'd agreed to the favour. "We need you to help us track down two things. A designation, and the source of a DHF. You've heard about the incident at the Panama Rose, I assume?"

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Winter holds John Stryker's gaze, and though they don't press their luck any further, their expression is more one of heightened interest than sudden regret. They do, however, let Violet do the talking next, glancing over at her as she lists the nicknames Stryker has acquired in his work. "Impressively fearsome," Winter agrees congenially. To Stryker they ask, after Violet says her piece, "You have skills beyond filling sleeves with bullet holes, I presume? We're looking for answers, not a body count."

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John Stryker looks then to Violet. "Yes, I'm aware of what happened. It's a curious case, to be absolutely certain. Do you have any information on the DHF than what is already known?" he glances then to Winter. "If all I could do was put bullets in people, I wouldn't be much of an investigator, now would I?" he then looks between the two. "I'm going to need all of the information you two have about the subject. I imagine one or both of you was there personally, you'll have more insight."

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"Well, that depends entirely on what Carnage has given the police and how much they've released to the private sector." She nodded, as he asked the question, moving around to perch on the edge of the arm of her chair, "I was working that night, and performed the stack extraction. Dr. Tau and I managed to clear the Rose," which really meant Carnage let them leave the Rose, "And performed what reconstruction and data recover we could, before I had to return the stack to him. The 'woman' gave her designation as Nineteen Alpha Thirty. Which is not one that I am familiar with. But the level of control she had in simspace. It was better than almost anything I've seen before." Violet glanced momentarily away, eyes flickering a moment in that way that said she was accessing her ONI for more than simply a heads-up display. "You have access to the secure site. Everything that we were able to retrieve is there."

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"No, you wouldn't be," Winter agrees, their tone perhaps a touch more challenge than actual agreement. They look from Stryker to Violet when he requests full information, perhaps measuring the other doctor's expression or willingness to completely involve this man in the mess in which they've been embroiled. There's a soft breath out, maybe annoyance or maybe relief, when Violet really doesn't seem to hesitate at all. "How do you know each other?" they ask. "What makes you trust one another so fully?"

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John looks to Violet. "I don't trust a single word that Carnage says. He's clever and he's smart. For all we know, he could've had a hand in it." But that's neither here or there. I'll chat with him if need be. nineteen alpha thirty." he seems to repeat the designation and when Violet offers the Oni for all to see with a heads up display, he nods. "Acknowledged. I'll go and check it out." though then his eyes look to Winter.

"It's a bond only soldiers are able to understand." they had been through hell together. saved each other's lives more than the other can count. That kind of trust comes naturally through shared hardships across multiple fields of battle.

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"Well, I'm not a soldier," Winter replies, "but I would like to try to understand. The two of you have a shared history. I don't. I'm looking for a reason to trust this John Stryker beyond 'he's killed a lot of people and got a nickname for it'."

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"He was…livid, when it happened, and even angrier when he called me when we were prepping for the run. He's a good actor, but…I don't know if even he was that good." As John recounted something of their history, and Violet completed sending the information to the space John could access, she spoke again, "We used to stand on ceremony, and then he woke up while I still had my hands in his gut, and that…broke down a few barriers." Her next words were more serious, "I would trust John with my life." A beat, "And I would give my life to save his, if it came to that."

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"Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not convinced, but we'll see how the investigation plays out." John simply comes to that conclusion, looking at Violet, but it's wordless. A sign of perhaps a small amount of appreciation for her words. Though, as John received the information compliments of Violet in a space where he could consistently access it based entirely on convenience, he looks to Winter. "You do have a reason to trust me. Three reasons. 1: I'm not investigating you. 2: you're still alive. 3: You appear to at least be a friend of Violet's. Good enough for me to at least try playing nice." clearly the second one wasn't really a threat, more like an observation. A simple insight into the playfulness of Stryker that only rarely comes out.

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Winter has another soft sigh, their arms crossing. "Very well," they allow, perhaps a touch grudgingly. "Then, you may want to start your search by looking into the group of C-TAC that was on Three Moon during the uprising stamped out by Ariana Longbow. Or, it's also possibly a designation belonging to a member of the opposing army there. You may be looking for someone from Latimer or Danae's moon. Someone with a modified Danish dialect, but probably not originally from Denmark. That's not a certainty, but there a reasonably probability."

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John nods very softly to Winter. "Very well. I'll look into it." and yes, as Winter spoke, he pulled out a little notepad and wrote down the information. Better recollection of memory, a simple practice, compared to today's technology, but one nonetheless. "I'll let you both know what I find." then, John puts the notebook away, giving a nod to both women as he exits the room.

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Violet watched John make his departure without a word, though she knew he would not take it as an insult, turning to Winter before he had fully disappeared, "I will tell you a story or two, one day when we have the time, about some of our adventures in the service. It is hard, I think, if you haven't lived it, to understand what it means to serve with someone. But…allow me some time to collect my thoughts. Those days I spent with John John…are not the ones I like to recall fondly." Violet pushed herself up from her chair, "I managed to get access to some of the reports coming in from off world about Longbow and the events leading up to the fight. It might help us along towards solving that riddle." Time to return to work.