Elena Tasseva, old friend of ‘Pitts’. Apparently they used to be in some sort of business together. Maybe they were doing some sort of freelance wetwork. She says a lot of her old crew is dead or BETRAYED HER. She’s fled from wherever she was to the Rock City, so She’s probably pretty broke. You’d have to be to come here of all places. She sounds like she’s trying to build up a new network or something. This guy Goat sounds interesting, some sort of off-the grid dealer or something, that has enough money, clout or muscle to keep HP off his block.
Dude, Goat is friggin’ nuts! We show up at his place and he’s tweaked on blow or Something, doin the whole “blood and candles” satanist thing. Either things aren’t as copacetic as it seems, what with HP stayin’ off the block, or there’s someone out to get him.
Why does everyone think I’m a cop?
Oh.. Custom drugs. Intersting. Ms. T has some interesting friends. and those friends apparently are good at making enemies. I guess they don’t really know what’s going on here, otherwise they wouldn’t be shooting the place up like this… I’ve heard drug labs can be quite flammable…Fucking military grade hardware. This guy’s nuts. And he’s got an escape tunnel to the sewers… That explains the smell. Good thing is the Parkers didn’t know what hit ‘em (protip: it was a hail of lead and a bunch of grenades, followed by apparently a house wired with C-4, aka, satan’s wrath). He called Tasseva ‘auntie’. what the fuck? cat pictures?Sounds like maybe there is some sort of familial tie between Ms. T and Goat. We’re gonna have to put him up somewhere for awhile. Bro need’s a friggin’ detox or something. Ms. T gave us an address near the MOTOR CITY BLUES club. The cabbie, Enrique, didnt’ really seem phased by three guys with assault rifles covered in shit. Gonna have to remember him.I walked away from this with one of those MAW support rifles and 1500 cred. yeah, I had to wade through shit, and I’ll probably forget my mom’s birthday in a few days or something, but really, for pay like that why would I bother doing anything else?