The Courier's Story Part 11 blog - Anti_Griefer_666

Part 11: The Search For The Lady
Stepping outside to disappointment twice was not my particular plan, but avoiding
glumness is a hard task these days, just as Arcane said. Regardless, we had to
find Lady Jane and get her to pay her tab. After what seemed like hours, our
search came up dry, she was one elusive woman. Luckily, after almost giving up
our search and walking back to the bar, we noticed a hidden alleyway, leading
to a dead end, with a lady matching her description.

“Hey, would you be Lady Jane?” I questioned

She turned to us, and I was quite surprised by her appearance. She was an elderly
woman, around sixty years old. Her fancy, quality and classic clothing made her
stand out, from the rest of the filthily dressed that littered the streets.

“Yes dear” she said, with a polite voice.

“We’re from the Garrets. We’ve come to collect the tab you owe.” I said

“Oh, I’m sorry gentlemen, but I have nothing to pay you with! It costs a lot to keep
up appearances nowadays.” She said, with a vague face, as if she was hiding
something from me.

“So what’s a classy lady like yourself doing in this crappy part of town? You
should be hanging out in Vegas, with all the classy society that hang out
there.” Arcane said, which made her expression change to a gaping mouth.”

“I…left for a change of scenery” she said, with quite some trouble. Seems Arcane was
onto something.

“I never realized you enjoyed the wonderful sights and sounds of dead hobos,
broken glass and screaming of victims. I can just imagine how boring the shiny
casinos and quality life is over there.” Arcane exclaimed sarcastically. The
face on Lady Jane became even more befuddled by his questions, slowing drawing
her to give us the full story.

“Yes…well…” she pondered back and forth, looking for an explanation to come to her, that never did.

“Don’t mind us, we’ll wait as long as you need.” Arcane being very sarcastic.

She sighed, and slumped on a wall. “Very well, take the payment. I’m not
rich enough to reach Vegas. “she said, before crawling into a tiny corner
between a dirty dumpster and scowling. I was really sad I was unable to pay her
off, but I was already stretching my caps thin. With her payment in hand, I had
finished collecting the bounties, and returned to the Atomic Wrangler to get the rest of my pay.

Back again at the Wrangler, the mood appeared the same. I was already feeling
depressed enough in the remains of this poorly maintained establishment. I’d
actually rather be outside than in here, so I swiftly made my way over to Francine to accept my fee.

“So, you’re finally done?” she questioned.  “Hope you made it through intact this time.”

“Cut the jokes.” I pleaded. “Here’s the last fee.”  Getting straight to the point.

“Sure.” She said, as she fidgeted around in a damaged cash register to gather together
my cut.

“Thanks” I said, and promptly flashed out the door, as quick as I had entered.

“We’ve finished business with the Garrets, and that’s great and all, but where are you
going to get the rest of the payment?” Arcane questioned me.

“To be honest, I’m not sure.” I said befuddled “perhaps we could try the Kings, no
other prominent gangs or opportunities I see.”

“You’re probably right.” Arcane trusted my judgment, as we both strode into the Kings
building.

P.S: Seems Like This Took A Long Time, But I Have Part 12 And 13 Sitting Around Just Waiting To Be Uploaded. Once The Silly 1 Hour Rule Is Over, I'll Put It Up. 
  
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