>>529453
Maybe we can return the car later. Like, tell him the car will be back in the same garage in two days. Or somewhere nearby. I'm sure we can manage that somehow.

Regardless, yes. We need that car. Be careful though, there could be Fantomas around in here too.

Worry about the ethics of stealing a car later. If we leave it out in the open in a non crime ridden area it will be recovered quickly enough.

Get off the roof as fast as you can and get out of sight. Who knows if rocket visor guy is watching.

We can just park the car somewhere and the police will find and return it and she has a point, the quicker we can leave the better chance we have of leaving alive so to steal a car we go.

...you're right, we'll take a car.

You steal the fuck out of that car.

Drive it casual, like you don't care.

>>529460
Casual as Fuck.
Stone cold slow riding over here.

Unless someone removed them shouldn't there be a bunch of dead people's cars in the parking structure for this place?

Wire 2013/07/30(Tue)15:28 No. 529677 ID: 4652c9
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They find the most bulletproof-looking vehicle in the garage. True to her word, Keisha is inside in no time.
Sara fretfully leaves a note.

Keisha exhales deeply as the stolen van bumps onto the street. She drums out a rat-tat-tatting pattern on the wheel.

"We got this. We staying cool. Tinted windows."
"Keesh, there's guys," says Sara. "Oh, no."

A Fantoma leaning against the building detaches himself from his group and approaches their car. He's beckoning them over.
Keisha leans forward in her seat. Her foot nervously taps the pedal. "What do we do?"

You're facing the other way. If you just keep driving casually (don't floor it or anything, just gradually accelerate to the speed limit) he'll probably just assume you didn't see him. Which might mean taking further steps, but he doesn't look like he's about to shoot out your tires.

>>529677
Duck behind the dash and run em down. Turn a corner as fast as possible.

Can you change your voice to something male sounding and put a crazy light show on your holo projector. Then crank up the stereo and have Keisha drive your window over to the guy.

Then pretend you are a robo pimp or something and are having your girl drive you somewhere safe because you heard a exposion.

Hopefully only a few of them up top got a glance at us.

Other options are to ignore him and drive by. Or stopping and acting normal but if they try anything gunning them down and flooring it.

>>529681
Robopimp is best plan

jump in the back and tell Keisha to let her hair down and try and use it to cover her face. when the guy ask what she is doing tell her to tell him that her neighbor's kid won't stop crying and if she has to lesion to that brat for one more fucking second she's was going to kill something so she decided to take a quick drive to calm her nerves and hopefully when she comes back the kid would have finally shut the fuck up.

Hey it would explain why she's in her PJs.

...I'm going to assume there aren't too many full body robot amputees around here. So any bluffing plan can't let them see Sara, even if she puts on a different face and voice.

>>529704
They might not know she's a robot, though. I mean, consider the confusion of that first guy, and the fact that they didn't consider her a threat.

>>529677
How about instead of that we just wait for him to come over, roll down the windows, blast him in the face, and fucking pump that shit, then gun it to the designated location

I say we just keep driving, ignore him completely. The windows are tinted so it's reasonable that someone driving the van wouldn't notice the guy behind them waving.

Wire 2013/07/30(Tue)17:48 No. 529713 ID: 4652c9
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The Fantoma knocks on the window.

Keisha rolls it down.

"You can't-" says the Fantoma.

"Can't what, cracker-ass, country-listening ass, baseball cap wearin-ass, dumbass? Can't sleep, is what I can't. Yo gotdamn gorillas trompin up and down the gotdamn hallway with yo bigass boots, thinking you own the fuckin place, knockin on doors and swaggin in like you think yo shit ain't stank, and I'm tryna sleep, and I got me a third floor apartment all to myself and yo ass is hosed cuz I got people and yo ass is hosed-er if you tryna stop me from leavin, boy."

The Fantoma opens up his mouth.

"Oh don't you try and tell me bout no gotdamn operational security. I am a five foot two black girl with insomnia, nigga. There a gotdamn baby cryin next door I aint trying to have shit from, there's yo fascist ass walkin round like 'Waka Waka May We Come In And Threaten You', you went and woke my cat up, gotdamn. My boyfriend a motherfucking magistrate, I'm stayin over at his place, and maybe if you let me go right now I can talk him outta raisin high-ass hell on yo ratchet-ass little circlejerk down here but I ain't havin it from you. DIG?"

"I, uhm. You." He swallows. "Okay, just go on and don't, uh. Make any trouble. Okay?"

Okay, that worked too. Drive on, it don't mean nothin', your children love you but they don't understand.

>>529713
Puttin' on some extra swag, eh keisha? Well, lets skedaddle then
one easy drive to safety, coming up!

>>529713
Yeah, fine, whatever.

Just give him a condescending look and then drive out of there.

ok that work now lets get the hell out of here.

Wire 2013/07/30(Tue)21:23 No. 529764 ID: 4652c9
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"Yeah." Keisha steps on it. "Whatever."

As they pull away and onto Treetop, Keisha's hair is already poofing back into its customary wildness. Sara clambers out the back and sits next to Keisha. She turns around and lowers her shades, smiling an incredibly rare smile.

"You can't leash the motherfucking Keesh," she says.

Nice job Keisha. Get to the safehouse quickly but avoid speeding on the way there. Last thing we need is to get pulled over in a stolen van.

Sara you keep a eye out the back if you can for anything odd. While you probably are ok for now that rocket guy was not your everyday thug.

Awesome job, Keesh! We're not out of here yet, though. Keep an eye out.

Right, Keisha keeps driving and pay attention to that. Don't go too fast or do anything attention grabbing- they probably still have people on the roofs somewhere and we don't want to draw their attention.

Sara, you keep watch as best you can. If say, purple asshole aims another rocket at the car, it would be good if you saw it in time for Keesh to swerve.

Wire 2013/07/30(Tue)22:14 No. 529791 ID: 4652c9
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"Where we meeting your boyfriend again? Piedmont?"
"Yes. 630 Piedmont. And I'm not rising to that one, Keesh."
"Getting rises out of you is 50% of my recreation time, babychild. Probably 100, now that all our shit got blown up."
"Jeez, Keesh! What're we gonna do now?"
"I got a list of priorities. Buyin pants is up there. You okay? You shakin."
"That was rough."
Keisha sucks in air through her teeth. "Rough shit. I'd be dead as fuck without you, though, girl. I'm glad you was there." Sara nods. Keisha looks over. "You ain't done nothing wrong."
"Watch the road, Keesh."
"I'm watchin, I'm watchin."

Wire 2013/07/30(Tue)22:15 No. 529792 ID: 4652c9
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73-6 is waiting at Piedmont, in front of a gunmetal-grey office block.

There are 2 other reconstituted assets with him. The big one knocks on the window and Keisha rolls it down.

"hey, you guys," says 73-6. He holds up two blindfolds. "you kind of need to put these on."
"My eyes are down there." Sara taps her chest.
"oh, right," 73-6 looks at the blindfolds. "shoot. i don't know the regulation for that."
"Knock her out," says the big guy.
"Lid on it, 88," says the woman with the gun.

>>529793
this probably works.

>>529792
You could... wear a coat over your chest? Or a thick shirt?

No need to knock her out! You just hack her eyes off for a bit. You accessed her voice thing before, you should be able to do that.

Kind of hard to knock a robot out, anyways. I mean, you could turn off the chassis, maybe. If that doesn't kill the life support.

>>529792
Cant really knock out a robot, hon. And disabling anything might cause a catastrophic failure somewhere along the line. Just wrap something thick like one of your coats around my torso, should fix things.

ask if they got any turtle neck sweaters with them... or a scarf.

See if you can borrow a jacket.

Keisha: Find pants.

>"oh, right," 73-6 looks at the blindfolds. "shoot. i don't know the regulation for that."

Well you've got internet access, don't you?

What is this, the bronze age?

put a jacket on backwards.

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>>529804
>Telling keisha to put on pants
>(Reported for flagrant abuse of the suggestion system)

73: Change clothes with Robot.

Wire 2013/07/30(Tue)23:28 No. 529818 ID: 4652c9
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"We coulda knocked her out," says 88.
"One, 88, don't act sad because you always look for an excuse to show your muscles off," says the female moldy. "and two, 88, you can't knock a robot out. I don't think."
"Yeah," says Sara.

"This ain't the first time a man's blindfold me while I didn't have any pants on," says Keisha, "and usually I expect to be having a better time by now. My feet are on fire and it's cold as fuck. Where even are we?"

"going down," says 73-6. "what happened, guys?"

>>529818
Tell him in as much detail as you can muster, sara. It'll be therapeutic.

Basically exactly what Keisha warned. The Fantomas brought down the hammer. Including some kinda Agent with a purple visor.

>>529818

Someone give Keisha some pants.

>>529810
>Annoying image + wanting to get jollies off pantless Keishas
>Reported for flagrant abuse of the report + image posting system

More serious suggestion: Give a quick accounting. Fantomas decided to kill your asses for helping 73-6. You shot a few, got a hole blown in your apartment by this guy with a glowing purple faceshield, climbed up cables over to the next building, hijacked a car and talked your way out of the blockade, and drove over here. Speaking of which, that car needs to get returned to its owner.

>>529824
And, yeah.
Keisha: demand pants.

Wire 2013/07/31(Wed)00:05 No. 529837 ID: 4652c9
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"They brought the hammer down. A bunch of Fantomas tried to kill us for helping. They blew up the apartment. This guy with a glowy purple visor did. We woke up, there were guys in our apartment, we fought our way out, we jacked a car, I, uh, we had to..." Sara's voice breaks.
"are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. Sorry. It's been a hard night."
"And someone needs to get me some motherfucking pants," says Keisha.
"well, you guys are safe now," says 73-6, putting his hand on Sara's shoulder. For an unscrewable zombie killer's hand, it feels strangely comforting. "you don't need me to tell you you did good, but, uh, you did."
"Thanks," says Sara, quietly.
"you need to eat something and unwind a little. if you gotta get something off your chest i know all about what it's like to kill people. oh, and, uh, keisha, i'm sure we can find some pants inside. check it out."

He pulls the trenchcoat off Sara's optics. She gasps.

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They're in a huge subterranean cavern. On a high ledge, across a walkway, is a high, dark building, its surface snaking with cables and wires spiderwebbing into the darkness and up to the surface. In the distant shadows a constellation of glowing terminals and databases wink on and off. The entire cavern reverberates with the constant, bass-heavy thrum of machinery.

"welcome to my house," says 73-6. "outpost jericho."

I might not like your bosses much but you gotta admit they have style.

hate to be the guy that has to pay the electric bill. Nice place all in all.