Café Bliss

Grimoire made his way from the interior hallway to the door leading to the outdoor café, looking for Huel Gregario who was supposed to be around here. He takes a seat at one of the tables with an umbrella at its center, pulling his shades down slightly as he looked for sign of the man the Director had set him up to see.

Grimoire Valentine wrote:Grimoire made his way from the interior hallway to the door leading to the outdoor café, looking for Huel Gregario who was supposed to be around here. He takes a seat at one of the tables with an umbrella at its center, pulling his shades down slightly as he looked for sign of the man the Director had set him up to see.

Huel Gregario had noticed the suited man walk in and after looking cautiously about his environment, bumbled his way over to the man's table, taking a seat in front of him. "ABout time youse show up. I was gettin' nervous here." he says reaching up and lighting his crooked cigarette. He inhaled and took a moment to enjoy it before he continued on. "What took ya?" he asked. He was wearing a shoddy three piece suit and tie, a cheap gold necklace exposed from his partially undone collared button down shirt behind the worn leather waistcoat. His shoes however, were remarkably spotless compared to the rest of his greasy exterior.

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Huel Gregario had noticed the suited man walk in and after looking cautiously about his environment, bumbled his way over to the man's table, taking a seat in front of him. "ABout time youse show up. I was gettin' nervous here." he says reaching up and lighting his crooked cigarette. He inhaled and took a moment to enjoy it before he continued on. "What took ya?" he asked. He was wearing a shoddy three piece suit and tie, a cheap gold necklace exposed from his partially undone collared button down shirt behind the worn leather waistcoat. His shoes however, were remarkably spotless compared to the rest of his greasy exterior.

Grimoire, pokerfaced, simply observed the dishevelled man as he took the seat in front of him. Greasy exterior, likely greasy interior, cheap accessories...check. .38 in the waistband...yup, the Director's right, he's a slime ball and a half...and I'd just as unlikely trust him with my dog, as I would for his information. he assessed, before smiling subtly. "Traffic. You know how the big city is, don't you Mr. Gregario? Or should I call you Huel?" he says before adding quickly: "On second thought, lets skip the formalities. What have you got for us? And make it good, or you'll just be wasting our time."

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Huel Gregario had noticed the suited man walk in and after looking cautiously about his environment, bumbled his way over to the man's table, taking a seat in front of him. "ABout time youse show up. I was gettin' nervous here." he says reaching up and lighting his crooked cigarette. He inhaled and took a moment to enjoy it before he continued on. "What took ya?" he asked. He was wearing a shoddy three piece suit and tie, a cheap gold necklace exposed from his partially undone collared button down shirt behind the worn leather waistcoat. His shoes however, were remarkably spotless compared to the rest of his greasy exterior.

Grimoire, pokerfaced, simply observed the dishevelled man as he took the seat in front of him. Greasy exterior, likely greasy interior, cheap accessories...check. .38 in the waistband...yup, the Director's right, he's a slime ball and a half...and I'd just as unlikely trust him with my dog, as I would for his information. he assessed, before smiling subtly. "Traffic. You know how the big city is, don't you Mr. Gregario? Or should I call you Huel?" he says before adding quickly: "On second thought, lets skip the formalities. What have you got for us? And make it good, or you'll just be wasting our time."

Huel raised a brow, grinning, showing a mix of rotting and gold plated teeth. "Heh, a 'straight to tha chase' kindsa guy? Refreshin'." he says before looking around, bowing his head towards the Agent. "Look, buddy, we has issues. I get it. But seriously guy, I'm at the end of my rope here, ya'hear me?" he started, making a noise akin to being hung with an invisible noose. He leaned in close again. "I here that the new guys are shipping booze and rum from one of their competitors. Which one? Not too sure. Doesn't matter," he says waving his hand as if to wave off the subject. "Point is, they're running that business dry, and then using the shipments to distribute to various dives around Galideno. These guys are fuckin' egg heads man! They're smuggling those new automatic guns youse guys make with the shipments! That one that use the big bullets? Sounds like a typewriter on an Adrena-Stim?"

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Huel raised a brow, grinning, showing a mix of rotting and gold plated teeth. "Heh, a 'straight to tha chase' kindsa guy? Refreshin'." he says before looking around, bowing his head towards the Agent. "Look, buddy, we has issues. I get it. But seriously guy, I'm at the end of my rope here, ya'hear me?" he started, making a noise akin to being hung with an invisible noose. He leaned in close again. "I here that the new guys are shipping booze and rum from one of their competitors. Which one? Not too sure. Doesn't matter," he says waving his hand as if to wave off the subject. "Point is, they're running that business dry, and then using the shipments to distribute to various dives around Galideno. These guys are fuckin' egg heads man! They're smuggling those new automatic guns youse guys make with the shipments! That one that use the big bullets? Sounds like a typewriter on an Adrena-Stim?"

Grimoire eyed Huel carefully, (perhaps in a similar fashion as to how Amaines was judging Mikaru, but that is a different story [Here]), as he described the story to him. Hm. Sly. From his expressions he appears truthful, if not confident of his story. He's talking about the Tenik Liberators... it hasn't even been a month and the weapon is already being targeted by the Mob... took them a little longer than usual. So...where does the truth begin to mingle with the bullshit? he wondered, before casting a line of his own, but having to nibble at the bait Huel left for him regardless. "Sounds far-fetched, Huel. Like a man who simply wants a pat on the back and a cookie for a job well done. I need proof. Talk is cheap, give me something to chew on here, bub."

Huel looked a little peeved. "Hey hey hey, just listen." he says bringing up his hands as if to 'fan the fires'. "I was gettin' to that." he then cleared his throat, pulling the side of his collar before looking over his shoulder again. "I knows the location of a warehouse where they prepare the shipments." he then turns to face Grim with a shark like grin. "However, I'm not speaking till I hear youse guys will take me in protective custody. I've always wanted to see the inside of that huge Tenik Building. Bet its rather nice and ritzy like the Bliss." he sneered.

Random Mobs wrote:Huel looked a little peeved. "Hey hey hey, just listen." he says bringing up his hands as if to 'fan the fires'. "I was gettin' to that." he then cleared his throat, pulling the side of his collar before looking over his shoulder again. "I knows the location of a warehouse where they prepare the shipments." he then turns to face Grim with a shark like grin. "However, I'm not speaking till I hear youse guys will take me in protective custody. I've always wanted to see the inside of that huge Tenik Building. Bet its rather nice and ritzy like the Bliss." he sneered.

Grimoire lowered his head, lacing his fingers as he eyed the man evenly. "Ritzy like you wouldn't believe, Huel." he then stands up. "Well, this was a waste of company time. Got out of the office though so...that was nice." he says, stretching slightly as he stood up. "Contact us again when you actually have something we can bite Huel. Try not to die out there." he says with a sigh, sounding board as he slid his chair against the table and began to walk away.

Confused, Huel leapt up from his chair. "What the hell is this?! I'm given youse guys valuable inf-" he paused, looking about himself, realizing he had reacted perhaps a bit too loudly for comfort. Sweating nervously, he looks back to Grim and approaches him. "C'mon guy!" he whispered harshly. "I was promised protection! If they find out what I has been tellin' youse, they'll fuckin' gut me!"

Random Mobs wrote:Confused, Huel leapt up from his chair. "What the hell is this?! I'm given youse guys valuable inf-" he paused, looking about himself, realizing he had reacted perhaps a bit too loudly for comfort. Sweating nervously, he looks back to Grim and approaches him. "C'mon guy!" he whispered harshly. "I was promised protection! If they find out what I has been tellin' youse, they'll fuckin' gut me!"

Grim turned to Huel, barely seeming to care. "Kill you for telling me what? Bullshit any person off the street can make up? Here's some advice: get out of town. Clean up you act. Get a job outside of being a two bit thug. You'll find it paints less of a target on your back." He says before looking away again. "I'm out of here..." he says, in a bored tone, continuing to walk out at a faster pace.

Huel turned red, puffing up with anger, his body also seemed to excrete more sweat. "You lousy, good-fer-nothin' prick! I'll call you're Director you little punk! She needs me, youse guys needs me! I'll has your job for this!" he threatened.

Random Mobs wrote:Huel turned red, puffing up with anger, his body also seemed to excrete more sweat. "You lousy, good-fer-nothin' prick! I'll call you're Director you little punk! She needs me, youse guys needs me! I'll has your job for this!" he threatened.

Grimoire paused before the doorway, his hands were in his suit pockets at the moment. "Go ahead." Slowly turning towards Huel, he grinned, pulling out the Gilex coin, he flicked it towards Huel with his thumb, making it spin with a metallic chime as the greasier man caught it. "I'll give you her number as well. Just mind you, 'buddy', the Director and I are close. We share the same cup of coffee in the morning, if you catch my meaning." he says with a wink. He could almost laugh at what he suggested, just pulling the morning's experiences from his head. Still, smooth and collected, Grimoire didn't even chuckle as he smiled in a mockingly smug manner. "Do you need my help figuring which numbers are which, Huel?"

Huel shook with quiet anger, tossing the coin back at the cocky punk! "FUCK YOU!" he exclaims, walking up to Grim, brushing against the man with intimidation in mind as he turned to Grim and pointed his finger not too far away from his nose. "Messin' with me is a BIG fucking mistake pal. Remember this!" He says walking past him in a livid tantrum like state.

Random Mobs wrote:Huel shook with quiet anger, tossing the coin back at the cocky punk! "FUCK YOU!" he exclaims, walking up to Grim, brushing against the man with intimidation in mind as he turned to Grim and pointed his finger not too far away from his nose. "Messin' with me is a BIG fucking mistake pal. Remember this!" He says walking past him in a livid tantrum like state.

Grimoire, slightly annoyed that the coin was returned to him, took... a less subtle approach. Grimoire grabbed the man's wrist with his free hand, and pulled Huel back to him before he could storm off, forcing the beefier man against the outside brick, causing more of the guests to probably gasp and be further disturbed from the two's interaction with one another. Grimoire flattened himself against the man, looming over him, giving him not a single bit of space to move as he prodded his finger against the man's chest as if it were a gun. "No, Mr. Gregarrio. Messing with us, is a big. Fucking. Mistake. Where your organization can take down individuals and companies, the T.I.R.S. has the capacity to take down entire Nations. We are a multi-headed Hydra with a global reach that ravels the entire planet. Tenik isn't just a company, Mr. Gregarrio; its a fucking living organism. So remember, pal: where ever you think you can run to? Know that we are not too far behind, ready to swallow you whole." he says, in a harsh, low, yet cool manner. He then removes his hands and backs away, allowing Huel to make his leave.

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Grimoire, slightly annoyed that the coin was returned to him, took... a less subtle approach. Grimoire grabbed the man's wrist with his free hand, and pulled Huel back to him before he could storm off, forcing the beefier man against the outside brick, causing more of the guests to probably gasp and be further disturbed from the two's interaction with one another. Grimoire flattened himself against the man, looming over him, giving him not a single bit of space to move as he prodded his finger against the man's chest as if it were a gun. "No, Mr. Gregarrio. Messing with us, is a big. Fucking. Mistake. Where your organization can take down individuals and companies, the T.I.R.S. has the capacity to take down entire Nations. We are a multi-headed Hydra with a global reach that ravels the entire planet. Tenik isn't just a company, Mr. Gregarrio; its a fucking living organism. So remember, pal: where ever you think you can run to? Know that we are not too far behind, ready to swallow you whole." he says, in a harsh, low, yet cool manner. He then removes his hands and backs away, allowing Huel to make his leave.

Huel was surprised by the string bean's strength, given how he was more thicker than the younger man. He gritted his teeth as he countered his threat with his own, and it was clear this agent before him wasn't buying his shit. However, the cold dead eyes of this fucking beast in man's clothing left him rather unnerved. He squirmed, and when the man finally let him go, Huel threw his arms up, pushing Grim's back as he took an aggressive step forward. He breathed heavily, but after noting some movement in the corner of his vision, relented his aggression. He spits at Grimoire's feet and makes his way out of the Cafe and headed out of the Bliss entirely.

Grimoire was half expecting the man to retaliate physically, but noticed that his sight wandered for a brief moment before leaving. As the man was nearly out of sight, he turned to where Huel had been looking before his attitude changed. No one. Just another empty seat in Cafe Bliss. Grimoire looked around, but other than a few shocked guests and customers, didn't see anyone out of the ordinary or out of place when he entered. "Hm." He hummed, taking out his Tenik Mobile Phone, flipping it open. The screen showed Grimoire the City Map via GPS, and showed a little red blot moving slowly away from the Bliss Hotel and Casino. Grinning, Grimoire recounts his sleight of hand when he pushed Huel against the wall, the hand which prodded the street thug's stomach was the one which held the tracker coin Mikaru gave him. He had slipped it into the man's vest pocket while prodding him and Grim couldn't help but congratulate himself a little. Crisis averted. Now... where are you going to lead me to now, Huel? he asked himself, closing his phone again, switching the display to his sunglasses left lens before heading out himself.