Description: With his friend still missing and no real leads Rashid continues to travel around the world. This time the speedy Arab is visiting Metro City where he looks towards Abigail, the ganger trying to go legit. Shadaloo has been quiet and while not for certain the culprits of the kidnapping, Rashid feels getting some ears to the more seedy side of a big city like Metro might help his search in the long run.
"I am telling you it will be okay, Azam. Just keep looking where I told you. He can't be that bad of a person!"
Rashid is a person that tends to look on the bright side of life. While he searches for his friend he tries to find good ways to gather information. In this case it might be looking into the more seedy part of Metro City. He has been told in general the person he seeks out is trying to go legit and no longer be a troublemaker, but things remain to be seen. Even so the Arab feels confident things can't go bad.
So Rashid finds himself in the junkyard owned by Abigail. The massive gearhead that is, or was?, part of Mad Gear. "Hello! I am Rashid of the Turbulent Wind! Is the owner here?" he calls out as he glances around. Not in his usual fighting garb instead he is wearing sneakers, jean shorts and a t-shirt. The yard is rather huge and he seems rather in awe at all the stuff that has been gathered as either scrap or perhaps as future projects for the big mechanic to work on.
Well..it -is- business hours. But despite this, there is no immediate answer. The doors to the warehouse are wide open, revealing a massive sprawling industrialized interior full of massive scrap yard machines, car parts, piles of tires and oil drums.. Honestly what -is- it with Metro City and Oil Drums?
In the distance, an outdoor scrap yard with even bigger pieces of equipment and piles of stacked cars and abandoned vehicles can be seen while some sort of garbled heavy metal music filters through the air, emerging from some distant part of the cavernous place of business that is Abigail's Scrap-Metal. The place seems pretty much abandoned..that is until the very ground starts shaking with a rumbling series of impacts that are like...well..remember that one scene from Jurassic Park? Something like that.
The quaking ground increases in intensity until finally a door to another section of the warehouse Is kicked open, letting the Death Metal screams and roaring music of King Diamond come thundering in from the far back of the warehouse to the front and out into the Bay Area as if some sort of symphony announcing the arrival of the titan that is Abigail.
The colossus comes thundering into view with a massive pair of goggles pulled down over his head, what is normally a flat-top hair style now pulled back into a bound growing bit of dreads and a light beard on his massive jaw. Oil stains streak his gargantuan body while toolkits bang heavily against his sides.
He also seems to be..carrying a van. The massive vehicile is shouldered as if he was hauling around a sack of potatoes. A massive feat of strength that neither hinders nor bothers the monstrous man as he passes in view of Rashid and Azam like the movements of some oil tanker past a pair of normal boats. Focused on whatever he's doing - doesn't notice them just yet.
The place is impressive. Rashid was told it was big, but he didn't expect it to be this big. And even as he looks about and finds no one around at the moment that changes quickly.
The loud music blares and the door is kicked open by the massive man known as Abigail. The owner of the place just casually carrying a van as it it was a Miata or something on those lines. Rashid can only stare for a few moments before regaining his composure.
"Ahh, hello! I am...." he trails off. It seems Abigail is off in his own world and Rashid isn't sure if he wants to distract the big man. Even so just standing there like a goober isn't going to do him any good. Instead he just sort of hops on a foot and waves his arms to try to get the attention of the much bigger man. "Hello! Are you Abigail!?" He calls out trying to get his voice heard over the music.
It takes a second or two, but Abigail does notice the movement and he pauses in his movements and swivels slightly to face Rashid in surprise. He reaches up and lifts his goggles back up to sit atop his head and then peers at the other man, trying to hear him and failing. Oh yeah. Music.
"Two-P!" he yells, swelling his chest slightly and turning abit to look back in the direction of the music and the offices. "Two-P!!!" he tries again. Nothing.
Then, "TWO P!!!!!" Abigail's massive chest swells like a goodyear blimp, lungs intaking air and then blasting out a roaring volume that overwhelms the music and literally shakes the entire junkyard. Nearby a window cracks, splintering violently from the pressure of the behemoths roar.
The music, is swiftly shut off and an orange mohawked man peeks around a corner, "Hruh?", answering meekly.
Abigail sighs and then turns his attention back to Rashid. He says nothing but just blinks at the man, waiting. The clock is ticking though, one can already see the twitch of impatience starting to rear its head and he's barely given Rashid a chance to talk yet!
The music roars for awhile, but quickly Abigail bellows over it loudly. It shakes the ground and Rashid actually finds himself stumbling a bit to keep his footing. He was told the man was massive, but this is far from what he expected. Azam is a big man, but Abigail is a monster.
And then he finds himself being glared at in a manner that makes him a bit worried. He isn't sure just how short the patience is of Abigail, but he has been told one thing that the big man appreciates. That is why Rashid quickly to pat down his pockets and he pulls out a wad of cash. Looks like a thick stack and well at first they look like hundred dollar bills, but then Abigail might realize there is another zero at the end there.
%"I won't waste too much time. I just have been traveling and I have a friend missing. I know you had connections in the past...." he trails off. He isn't wanting to anger the large man. He can probably get away if need be, but he rather not have things resort to violence. "I do not wish to open wounds if you are fully legit, but do you know anything about Shadaloo?"
The titan's eyes widen a touch as the money Is waved out infront of him. His eyes track their movement, right up until Rashid puts it all away. Abigail frowns mildly, thinking.
Abigail pauses at that, speaking directly to Rashid for the first time and rubbing his massive jaw as well. "Sorry...sorry. Can't say I do. No gang around Metro City has that name..."
A heavy *TOOM* resounsas he slips the van from his shoulders with a crash of metal and plastique and a warping of metal. "Sorry." He repeats, "Nope. Don' t ring a bell..at least that I can remember." He lays a huge hand atop the upright van and turns to look at Rashid, "You came all this way to ask me about Shadoloo? What kind of friend of yours is missing? Must be pretty important! This a kidnapping?"
The answer has the usual jovial Arab looking a bit down. It was a long shot, but he had heard there was connections of Mad Gear and Shadaloo was a type to have their fingers in many pies. A long shot, but he was hoping for something. He can only nod at the question.
"A good friend. I do not know if it was for sure them, but she has a brilliant mind and has gone missing." He explains. The money was never fully put away. He does even start to pull a few bills. "Look, I know you have no reason to care about my problems. I know you have a lot of work to do around here, but do you and your friends keep an ear close to what goes down here in Metro?" He asks while offering about five grand to the big man right now.
Money isn't a big deal right now. Getting some people that might hear word on the street in one of the bigger towns in the US is a good idea to him at least. "If I leave information could you contact me if you or your friends hear anything that might sound relevant? I would offer to buy a car, but I have no use for one. I travel overseas too much for one to be of great use."
"Whoa! Why so glum, chum! Cheer up! Folk around here see you carrying cash like that..you're not liable to make it out of the Bay Area, much less the slums!" Abigail's deep voice bellows out in sudden contrast tone wise to how he's presenting himself so far. The money is indeed taken, Abigail is not nearly -that- altruistic but he's also not one to simply take advantage of someone else either. Well..anymore. Maybe the old him would. He himself right now? He eyes Rashid and then rumbles, "I can spread the word and keep an eye out sure but..gonna need as much information as you can give me. This territory is Mad Gear sure enough. Maybe some parts of it under Belger, had some ties Shadoloo but when Haggar brought all that down, most of that got split up and those tiroken. Plus that was years ago at this point." %Qr
Abigail drums his fingers atop the van and then rumbles, "Still, I mean, no problem asking around and all but...you know they're probably laying low with this whole war nonsense and all. Buncha psychopaths running the world now fyou k me.."
"Whoa! Why so glum, chum! Cheer up! Folk around here see you carrying cash like that..you're not liable to make it out of the Bay Area, much less the slums!" Abigail's deep voice bellows out in sudden contrast tone wise to how he's presenting himself so far. The money is indeed taken, Abigail is not nearly -that- altruistic but he's also not one to simply take advantage of someone else either. Well..anymore. Maybe the old him would. He himself right now?
He eyes Rashid and then rumbles, "I can spread the word and keep an eye out sure but..gonna need as much information as you can give me. This territory is Mad Gear sure enough. Maybe some parts of it under Belger, had some ties Shadoloo but when Haggar brought all that down, most of that got split up and those tiroken. Plus that was years ago at this point."
Abigail drums his fingers atop the van and then rumbles, "Still, I mean, no problem asking around and all but...you know they're probably laying low with this whole war nonsense and all. Buncha psychopaths running the world now if you ask me.."
There is a slight laugh and Rashid rubs at the back of his neck. "Oh I can take care of myself. Thanks for the concern. Most things me and Azam can take care of." Of course in this case Azam isn't here and he may be lucky that Abigail and his little group are at least trying their best to go legit. That and even if not beating up a guy with money once might not be as good as having a guy possibly giving out money each time he visits.
He does give a slight bow of his head and gives a smile. "And thank you. I know it has been some time. I am not even sure if they are really behind it, but what little info I have gathered wants to point to them." He wish he could say it was someone else, but really any sinister organization that looks to kidnap someone like his friend isn't going to be an easy one to take on.
"That is all I ask. I figured you and your friends still hear some gossip on what is going on. I am sure most is typical petty crime and such, but just in case....." he straightens up and does his best to give a little smirk. "If I am ever in need of a car or some sort of tech work I can't handle I will be sure to get ahold of you. I do not wish to bother you from your project any longer." he says and gives a motion to the van. "Thank you again!"
"It's hard to say. Not trying to smash your hopes but between the Darkstalker attacks and the other gangs..I don't know if Shadoloo is holed up around here but you never know." Abigail looks at the offered money and then shrugs, trying to play down any sort of reaction at the amount it was. Okay so this guy is paid. Must..keep..old habits in check.
Still, at the premise that Rashid can take care of himself, Abigail raises an eyebrow slightly and then shrugs, "Mad Gear..well..or what's left of it..controls this area cause I'm here! I've got a full tank of gas and am ready to smash any trouble! So while you're in the Bay Area, you're alright because I said so. I can't speak for the entire city though. There are other gangs, Skull Cross Gang for example. Hmm..actually..." he rubs his jaw, "You might want to consider talking to them as well. They might be a little more involved in the underworld things right now then Mad Gear. I wouldn't put it past Skull Cross to be trying to walk arm and arm with something like Shadoloo to get some clout.."
So there's your lead. There. A good deed done. "Talk to Stray. He's a Russian guy. Smart. Computer. Hacker. Technician type. When we're all on good terms, Skull Cross is supposed to be allied with Mad Gear but sometimes they cause trouble to. Tell him Abigail sent you."
"Skull Cross gang.....and Stray." Rashid hmms a bit to himself and nods. Well it is worth checking out while he is here. He hasn't really thought too much on how much danger he might be also poking around in a town that is full of various gangs. Haggar does his best to keep Metro in check, but even a beefy man like him can only do so much.
"Very well! Thank you again." the Arab says and he gives one look about. "You look to good do work. Keep going and I am sure things will turn out well for you." He does his best to give a nice guy pose and a thumbs up before he takes a few steps back. "I must be on my way. Oh!" he pats himself down. "Do you have a Twitter or anything?" he asks and pulls out a card with his number scribbled on it as well as what looks like a twitter handle. "Or even a facebook. If you need me just get ahold of me one of those ways."
After handing over the card he gives a wave. "Now I must be off!" With that he dashes away, fleet footed as he bounces upwards and off the hood of a car and up onto a wall where he vaults over it with ease. Well if anything the man looks like he is good at running away if he was to get into trouble around Metro.
Log created on 18:32:31 01/07/2018 by Rashid, and last modified on 22:37:16 01/07/2018.