PRIVATE ☏ VIDEO TO NEW ORLEANS GROUP

[shootfirst]

[ Kat takes a big bite of bagel as she starts her video, and chews rapidly, swallowing a large chunk of it before saying: ]

Ok, so I've finally got a lead of some of this intel we stole off Chad Becksworth's computer way back when.  Pretty hefty encryption on all this, but what it comes down to is some kind of weird black market operation where he's buying DNA samples off all types of Shadowkind.  Some apparently are doing it for cash - some are being all but blackmailed into it, and some .... well, I get the vibe it wasn't done with their consent, in any way, shape, or form.  Stolen stuff.

There's no real pattern on where it's all coming from - it spans across the country, and some of it's even other nations.  These people don't seem to have much in common from what I can dig up, and considering that there are plenty of Shadowkind out there with no official documents or legal info on file, it's hard enough to find most of these people, without a name.

Good thing those who seemed to be selling off the DNA for some quick cash have names on file, huh?  A few seemed to be fake, but I've tracked one guy down and found out where he's operating out of right here and now:

He's a gnoll named Angelo Nassi, who works, unsurprisingly, in the entertainment biz.  I guess he used to work the New York circuit, but ended up moving back overseas to Italy, which is where he'd originally surfaced in the first place.  He owns a club there called Notturno.   Some kind of performance venue, not like a dance club.   Makes him easy to find though, I guess, because word has it he's pretty hands on in the day to day operations of the place.  

Anyways, Gar's orders are that Buffy and Myri are gonna be going with her, me and Dumage to check this guy out, which means we're heading out to Venice.  Meantime, Finnick's gotta stay here, obvs, and keep up the whole undercover charade with Des playing manager.  Martha, Arthur, Spike, and Mark are back-up for investigating NOVA and Chad further.  It's a big building and we still haven't even seen this guy, so we're gonna have to do some serious snoopage to find out what else they're keeping locked down in there.  

If you've got questions, hit me.

Comments

[aproperdoctor]

Why don't I get to go to Venice?

What's a gnoll?

[shootfirst]

Imagine a big, walking hyena.

[aproperdoctor]

And he runs a club? That's weird.

[shootfirst]

No accounting for taste. Most gnolls are like, evil, but maybe he got all his evil instincts wiped out thanks to a Veil lobotomy.

Or maybe not.

[slay]

Or maybe the club's a front for his evil gnoll-y antics. So when do we leave?

[shootfirst]

First thing in the morning. As in like five o'clock.

It's a real hour that exists. I promise.

[slay]

Five o'-- That's not morning! That's unholy!

[shootfirst]

You get used to it.

[slay]

I don't wanna be used to it! I wanna be sleeping through it!

[65]

I'm suddenly glad I get to stay.

[shootfirst]

Maybe not for long. Burt called and said he's sending over your makeover squad tomorrow.

[65]

Really? But I'm perfect the way I am. [:&]

[slay]

Maybe they're implanting you with some modesty.

[shootfirst]

Is there room next to all that ego?

[65]

I know that's just the jealousy talking.

[slay]

Some might call jealousy a radical interpretation of the text.

[nothingsodivine]

[Stay in New Orleans, she says. Hang around with the people who want him dead for staying in New Orleans, she said. The things he does. Not that he's... told anyone.]

Good. I've got some poking around town to do here anyway. You kids have fun.

[shootfirst]

Don't miss me too much.

[nothingsodivine]

It's not you I'm gonna miss. It's those bullets.

[shootfirst]

I can send them in a care package.

[nothingsodivine]

About the only time they'll ever make it to the destination they were meant for. [He loves you, Katchan. :c]

[shootfirst]

Unlike my fist, which never misses smart mouths.

[nothingsodivine]

Even across the country? Damn, that's a good arm.

[shootfirst]

Daddy wanted a boy.