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Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS has arrived.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS moves through the city streets
slowly...
Nyah Hunt's in a car dealer lot. It's closed how peachy. She's still bandaged up, and she's taking a look at a nice garrnet red Buick . She eyes the insides, and then goes to peer under the car. This old street thug learned a few things about cars..even snatching them, but she'll work on personalizing it later. It's now time to work on getting herself this car without any legal problems. Using cash would be a bad thing.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS glints under the lights of the street, the gloss finish of the car gleaming like a diamond as it makes it's way through the neighborhood around Central park. It's engine barely purring with the lack of effort it puts forth.
Central Park - New York City
Central Park
can be considered part of New York's uptown area. It's one of the largest
city parks in the world next to Philadelphia's Fairmount Park system. Horse
drawn carriages move down the city streets and the walkways of the park.
A large man made lake is filled with small sailboats that children joyfully
play with. Joggers, skaters, bikers, and runners call this place home.
Older citizens can be found feeding the millions of piegons or ducks near
the many ponds found in the park. Lovers can be found taking brisk walks
or having a picnic lunch under a tall tree. The occassional mugger, bum,
or body has made this park a trademark of urban parks.
On the sidewalks,
and around the park are some very famous establishments. The Park Central
Hotel and American Museum of Natural History call the borders of Central
Park home. Hot Dog and other vendors solicit their goods on the city sidewalks
hoping to get a buy from a tourist who has came to see The Big Apple.
Contents:
1987 Buick Regal Turbo
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS
Obvious exits:
<P>ark leads to The Michelangelo Hotel - New
York City.
<W>est leads to Lincoln Tunnel - New York City/New
Jersey.
<N>orth leads to Manhattan - New York City.
<E>ast leads to World Trade Center - New York
City.
<S>outh leads to Queens and the Harbor - New
York City.
Nyah Hunt isn't going to be picky. One thing she knows these cars are pretty darn easy to lift. She pushes herself out from along the drive's side, and works on opening the door..Dumb dealer left the doors open. She slides herself inside, and takes a whiff..New car smell. She can drive herself about now.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS slows to a stop outside of a random dealership... the reason? It's hard to say, but the car then turns into the parkinglot, it's headlights casting a momentary blinding glare as it slows to a stop...
Nyah Hunt's just about to reach into her jacket for a much more cleaner item than a screw driver. She found a nifty little gadget of Shockwave's laying about. She learned it's good at doing just what she wants..getting inside the ignition with no mess or fuss, "Ack!" She shouts as she's now blinded by the headlights, "Just great..just great.."
The lights go off, and the black car sits there, momentarilly
a shadowy figure wearing a long coat slides out of the window of the car,
moving immediately to a car sitting right there, about 5 down from where
Nyah is, something is pulled out of his coat...
Victor Synn has arrived.
Nyah Hunt pushes herself out from the seat of the car, and she turns around to face where the lights are. She places her hand in the pocket of her trench coat, and leaves it there. She works on trying to make out who's inside. She walks over towards Victor's car, hand resting on her gun..A theft turning into a car jacking..fun.
Victor Synn hunches down by the car he's chosen, working the tool he withdrew into the hood... pausing for a moment he raises his head, listening. Then *kchunk* the car's hood... one of the new 'internal release' models, is open. He stands and returns the tool to his coat, working quietly he goes about stripping a few parts from the engine, certainly not for use in his own, but he has something in mind...
Nyah Hunt shrugs..another thief..She's a good theif. And she knows the code. Don't rat your compadres out. She goes back to her car, and works on getting the small little electronic probe down the ignition slot. The same one that was used to make a bit of hell for her. The end is bent to fit the key, and she pushes the button gently to see of the jolt will jump start the motor for her.
Victor Synn straightens from his work, smiling as he pockets most of the parts, and puts others inside his coat, he drops the trunk and turns back to his own vehicle... but something is not right... he frowns and walks over to his car quietly. Why is something bothering him... he's uncertain, he walks around the vehicle once, examining it.
Nyah Hunt smirks as she gets the idle sound of the engine. Fuel injection how nice. She keeps the lights off, and rubs her head. She turns her head around to look in the direction of the other person in the lot with her. She closes the door, and pumps a little gas into the engine. She's impressed with the loud rumble it makes and her grin grows even wider. She hasn't lost her touch one bit.
Victor Synn jerks his head up and over, his gun falling into his hand from inside a coat sleeve as he looks over at the vehicle that just kicked to life...
Nyah Hunt doesn't turn the lights on still, and slowly works the car out from it's spot. She stops. Break lights lighting up. She then peers over the seat to look at that one car again.
Victor Synn stands there, gun in hand and looks at the other vehicle... he doesn't care about a theft... but whoever is stealing that car might not be all that keen on a witness.
Nyah Hunt opens up the door, and she looks at the figure standing off in the distance. She trys to take in any possible details, and she opens the door. She leaves the motor running, and she starts walking towards Victor. Hand goes into her pocket. Either it's a security guard or this is one dumb thief.
Victor Synn's right arm raises, and he waits and watches the person comming, his gun held ready.
Nyah Hunt sees the arm go up, and she instinctively dives for cover. She rolls her eyes up, "Either you're a cop, or you really want my car.."
Victor Synn's arm drops, "Or maybe this is the biggest coincidence I've ever been part of..." he chuckles, "What the hell are you doing boosting a car Nyah?"
Nyah Hunt stands herself back up, and she removes her hand from her pocket. She looks back at her prize, "I need away to get around on my own. Using cash is a bit more risky these days, or I would of paid for it."
Victor Synn shakes his head, and drops his gun into his pocket, "Right... goddamned street thugs always do it this way." he shakes his head, "There are even better ways to deal with it then this you know." he turns and walks back to his car, "See you around."
Nyah Hunt raises an eye brow, "Now what's this better way of dealing with this? I have no bank account. No checking." She walks after you interested on what you happen to know here.
Victor Synn pulls himself into the window of his car and pokes his head out, "You've already got the car, what does it matter now?"
Nyah Hunt leans against your car, "Right it doesn't matter now, but for future cases.." She winces grabbing hold of her stomach, "God dammit.."
Victor Synn glares at you, "Would you mind not leaning on the car? Next time you need it, call me and I'll help you out."
Nyah Hunt narrows her eyes, and she stumbles back. She works on getting herself back to her prize, and mumbles in a bit of pain, "Should of listened to Archive..argh...place is nuts."
Victor Synn seems protective of his vehicles finish.
Victor Synn has left.
Nyah Hunt slips into the seat of her car, and she slams the door shut. She works on getting herself out from the lot..oh the pain.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS 's engine purrs to life and backs out of the lot... the mystery of why he did what he did still remains...
Nyah Hunt stops the car, and she doesn't move it. She's in a lot of pain. The medical attention she got from Pulsar was not the best. She slams her fist on the horn, but she's going to make sure she's not going to get caught first. She turns the lights on, and makes way onto the quiet street. She begins to drive off to the Brownstone, so she can get some rest.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS 's driver seems unconcerned about the horn... and quickly hits the streets, pulling away and hitting it's lights belatedly.
You transmit 'What's with you?' to Victor Synn.
Victor Synn transmits 'Business.'
Nyah Hunt continues to drive off towards her other place of residance. She won't be kicked off very high places at least.
From in the Monte Carlo, Victor Synn kicks his car around a corner tires squeeling slightly and vanishes off into the night.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS heads west.
Modified 1985 Monte Carlo SS has left.
Central Park - New York City
Central Park
can be considered part of New York's uptown area. It's one of the largest
city parks in the world next to Philadelphia's Fairmount Park system. Horse
drawn carriages move down the city streets and the walkways of the park.
A large man made lake is filled with small sailboats that children joyfully
play with. Joggers, skaters, bikers, and runners call this place home.
Older citizens can be found feeding the millions of piegons or ducks near
the many ponds found in the park. Lovers can be found taking brisk walks
or having a picnic lunch under a tall tree. The occassional mugger, bum,
or body has made this park a trademark of urban parks.
On the sidewalks,
and around the park are some very famous establishments. The Park Central
Hotel and American Museum of Natural History call the borders of Central
Park home. Hot Dog and other vendors solicit their goods on the city sidewalks
hoping to get a buy from a tourist who has came to see The Big Apple.
Contents:
Obvious exits:
<P>ark leads to The Michelangelo Hotel - New
York City.
<W>est leads to Lincoln Tunnel - New York City/New
Jersey.
<N>orth leads to Manhattan - New York City.
<E>ast leads to World Trade Center - New York
City.
<S>outh leads to Queens and the Harbor - New
York City.