Crime and Judgement

[Halfeb]

Halfeb didn't give up chase as Nimble must have thought he would. He was just around the corner when Nimble rang him. He pulled out the phone and hit recieve to start the call. He listened to see if Nimble would take flight again or would he try to hide in the allies, or maybe even stand and fight.  "Well, Nimble, is it? I'm more then just some guy trying to play you and your boss for fools." He said as he moved quietly, trying not to give away his position, "I'm the guy whose gonna cause you and your boss to either go behind bars, or, go to meet your makers."

[serpington]

max walked over to the abandoned house and heard movement inside. he knocked on the door and caught it when it started to fall. "police, anybody here?" there was no responce but in stead frantic rustling. he dropped the door and grabbed his gun ready, he started to walk inside when a teenage jaguar jumped threw the window and rolled as he hit the grass. and in a second he was halfway up the street. "why do they always run first." max took aim with his pistol and fired a rubber bullet into the suspects thigh then walked over to the kid. "you ba**ard! you shot me!!" "don't worry its only rubber. now why did you run?"

[Gabag]

Halfeb didn't give up chase as Nimble must have thought he would. He was just around the corner when Nimble rang him. He pulled out the phone and hit recieve to start the call. He listened to see if Nimble would take flight again or would he try to hide in the allies, or maybe even stand and fight.  "Well, Nimble, is it? I'm more then just some guy trying to play you and your boss for fools." He said as he moved quietly, trying not to give away his position, "I'm the guy whose gonna cause you and your boss to either go behind bars, or, go to meet your makers."

"You misunderstand the type of business I'm in stranger. I'm a Runner, what the contents of my package are is none of my concern, only it's delivery. But since you seem dead set on seeing me six feet under, I'm working undercover to help track down a business associate of Mr. Petrovs. Unfortunately that means I need to help his 'business'. I was hoping to meet on civil terms. Meet me at the dock warehouses if you want to chat about these papers."
Nimble dropped the phone in a dumpster and ran off, blending in the crowd of citizens going about their business. For all intents and purposes, Nimble was invisible. He took this time to stash the documents in an old strongbox he kept hidden in a nearby restaurant called Chuck's Eatery. Runners had these strongboxes hidden across the city to make sure their packages are safeguarded.

Swiftly pickpocketing a woman, he dialed Petrov's number and went to call.

"Mr. Petrov, there's been a bit of a complication with our arrangement"

[Grace.E]

Erin arrived at the scene where Max was, gun out and a frightened looking kid. Erin sighed " you know.." she began

[serpington]

"yes i know, chase first shot only if i have to. at least i grabbed the one with the rubber rounds this time." max smirked examining the large bruise in the kids lower thigh. "well no brother but i did catch a runner. his names Jackie tomson, he's been using this place as a safehouse for about a year now and has no idea about any former residents. you get anything?"

[Grace.E]

"nope, as far as I know, this place has been abandoned for...years" Erin walked next to the kid and knelt down "we need to ask questions about your brother"

[Halfeb]

Halfeb chased Nimble till he lost him in the crowd. He looked down at the phone before tossing it in a bin. He walked along thinking about what Nimble had said. Could have been innocent in all this? Undercover, like he said? Or was he thinking Halfeb was going to walk into a trap and gain the reward that was on his head? There was only one way to find out. If he was sinsere, he would get the papers, if it was a trap, Halfeb would be ready for him.