Max Kawasaki || GUNMAX {BP-601} (
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savetheearth2014-01-07 12:49 am
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[closed] dudes doin stuff
Who: Max Kawasaki, Nick Burkhardt
When: wait no mid-january some time. Evening maybe.
Where: Dead District
What: Max is a big dumb asshole and decided cruising around the Dead District looking for trouble is a good idea. Nick is not a big dumb asshole and thus is unamused.
[Somehow, Max was still in some sort of denial about pretty much everything that was going on. The aliens, the weird memories, the fucking cyborg gang members? It was like something out of a movie. A shitty movie. The kind you watch when you're really, really drunk. Well, today Max was quite sober, and when the memories and the trippy network thing didn't go away, he decided there might be at least some truth to it.
This wasn't one of Max's best plans. Actually, he was pretty sure it was terrible, but he'd developed a bad habit of doing stupid shit because he was a stubborn asshole. He'd taken an interest in those gang members, the Blood Keys or whatever tryhard "badass" thing they were calling themselves. He didn't really know of any other prominent gangs in the area. Had these been the guys his ex-partner had been selling to? The ones he'd run off with? Max probably should have just let it go, but his own morbid curiosity had gotten the better of him, so here he was after his shift, knee deep in Blood Keys territory like a complete moron and without any actual plans.
Wow this was stupid. He hadn't really spotted anything too interesting while riding around on his motorcycle, so he'd pulled it into an alley behind a warehouse. Maybe he'd find something more interesting on foot. Break into some places. Y'know. Totally not illegal stuff. He half wondered if he should have stayed in uniform, but naaaaah.]
When: wait no mid-january some time. Evening maybe.
Where: Dead District
What: Max is a big dumb asshole and decided cruising around the Dead District looking for trouble is a good idea. Nick is not a big dumb asshole and thus is unamused.
[Somehow, Max was still in some sort of denial about pretty much everything that was going on. The aliens, the weird memories, the fucking cyborg gang members? It was like something out of a movie. A shitty movie. The kind you watch when you're really, really drunk. Well, today Max was quite sober, and when the memories and the trippy network thing didn't go away, he decided there might be at least some truth to it.
This wasn't one of Max's best plans. Actually, he was pretty sure it was terrible, but he'd developed a bad habit of doing stupid shit because he was a stubborn asshole. He'd taken an interest in those gang members, the Blood Keys or whatever tryhard "badass" thing they were calling themselves. He didn't really know of any other prominent gangs in the area. Had these been the guys his ex-partner had been selling to? The ones he'd run off with? Max probably should have just let it go, but his own morbid curiosity had gotten the better of him, so here he was after his shift, knee deep in Blood Keys territory like a complete moron and without any actual plans.
Wow this was stupid. He hadn't really spotted anything too interesting while riding around on his motorcycle, so he'd pulled it into an alley behind a warehouse. Maybe he'd find something more interesting on foot. Break into some places. Y'know. Totally not illegal stuff. He half wondered if he should have stayed in uniform, but naaaaah.]
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[prick prickity prick.]
[He's KIND OF listening, but at the same time he doesn't really give a shit.]
That's great and all, but I don't have any reason to trust you. How do I know you're not doing the same for them?
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[He's still joking around, right up until Max asks that last question.
For the first time in this conversation, Nick actually shows a little anger, eyes narrowed and jaw set.]
Because it's not about loyalty to the network, or anyone on it. It's because I don't like corrupt cops, and I don't like being used by the people we're supposed to trust.
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Well shit.
He remains quiet, still working on the window until he finally gets it open. He doesn't hop in right away, though, and after a few seconds, he speaks again.]
...I'm lookin' for someone.
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Nick waits it out, going back to watching him work open the window, and keeping quiet even when Max gets it open.]
Someone you think might be a Key?
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It's personal, okay? I don't need anyone else getting in my business.
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But Nick doesn't mention that, just holds up his hands in surrender.]
Fair enough, I'll stay out of the reasons. But I meant it about the paperwork, I've got enough on my load without doing more because I didn't back you up.
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Oh my God, you're so persistent! And not in the cutesy, endearing sort of way, either!
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You realize not being cutesy is a compliment, right? Besides, I-
[And then he cuts off, because he's pretty sure he heard something from the warehouse Max'd been trying to break into.]
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Can't see anything. Do you?