Dante Recording File 2317. Road Log: Day 143 Another freakin' pile of polychrome, full of stop lights, corporate carpetbaggers, and ambush points. We're camped in old parking garage on the north side, outta the corpzones. We've got peep sensors, lookouts and even a cleared kill zone, but four combi's just doesn't feel like enough firepower when you're caged by this much concrete. I won't get a decent night's sleep until the caravan's back on the road again. At least this burg's found its own kind of soul. Not corp or cult? just rough. You can still find the real weirdoes here; I mean the ones even the Altcults don't want. Town takes 'em all in, swirls 'em around, and serves 'em up liberally spiced with bitch hard firefights. Less Melting Pot, more Core Meltdown. No wonder Pappa always liked this place back in the Old Days. Anyway, today was all talk-talk: contracts to bang out and trade toys to warehouse. El Lay's moving up the Blood Highway. Be here in four days, and they'll be jonesing for food, fuel and funds when they hit. My job's to have it waiting. Gave me an excuse to break Dante out of his rack. Nothing like roarin' through the alleyways on a 250 hp smartcyke to calm the nerves. And my bike always listens to me, don't you Dante. Now can you teach my daughter? Bombed down to the fixers at the East Marina. Most of the deals went pretty smoothly until Milos and Darga decided to get all hardcore on me. Frakkin' Greeks. Had this big Reefer whaleboy as a damage sponge. Madre, did he have a mouth. Seems he decided this old fart nomad was getting a little too uppity. But the kid did look tough. I was gauging how many rounds I'd have to put in his kneecaps so I could continue negotiations when old Milos caved. Said he'd give me a bargain for old times' sake. Fine with me?they've got the best engine parts on the Left Coast. A little more yelling, a lot more Uso, and the deal was done. Bid the kid; I think his name was Keefer something, a good life and ditty-maoed outta there. Remember: Always deal with private owners or solid fixers; never a corp. A corp's got no memory, other than grudges. No, you spread your money around the street?that builds you giri you can use. Plus you know the stuff'll be there on the dock when the truck pulls up. <See attached manifest log 27A-28C> Tomorrow I probably should hit the Totentanz, get a feel for the Kultureflow out here. I'll leave Jennie in charge of the caravan; and to babysit Charisma. Might be I can line up some work for us. Opportunity never knocks; You have to kick the door in yourself. Maybe Lani'll even be there. Chingow, so many miles under the tires, and she's still in my head. I don't think Dante's going to be able to help me with this one. What's that, Cha? No, Daddy'll be in in a minute, mija. Why are you asking about frogs, honey? Dante: End Recording File 2317		Archives Last week 2 weeks 3 weeks Links Lani Hikaru Kiefer alpha Kelvy