2020-09-17 Convoy!

Convoy!

Participants: Mark - old Jay Sierra

Storyteller: Mark - old

Location: South Downtown and South LA

Date and Time: September 17, 2020- 3:14 am

Summary: Truck robbery goes right.

Alright so the call goes out, people have asked people to get some vehicles off the books. Those people asked other people, and so it goes until a particular group of people with just the right skills, or more likely the desperation needed to do grand theft auto for pay. Well that's Mark to a T, at least, and Spade's apparently given him the task originally, because it's him that sends contacts out to the interested parties on where to meet on what night. That night is now, and here is the time. Mark is waiting on a grimy street corner in the industrial district by what looks like a home built, chopped scrambler bike. The brown-skinned Gangrel, stereotypical biker type has his arms crossed over his chest while he waits impatiently, tapping a booted foot.

Sierra shows up on foot, because she knows better to leave her own car unattended in this part of town while out on a job. She also shows up in a dress more suited to a club, which proves that the former is about the extent of her good decision making skills. This is backed up by the fact that she doesn't have rent money for friday, so here she is about to commit a felony because she wasted her money on booze and hair dye or something. Still, she knows enough dealers and low lifes that when word comes out that someone is looking for someone good with cars no questions asked, she got sent this way.

Her eyes are looking around, watching everything lazily a bit as she gets in close enough to actually make contact. "Hey uhhh, the rolling rabbit garners no moss?"

That is how these things work right, you give a pass phrase so everyone knows you are here for the thing?

Jay is one of the 'interested' parties mentioned, and so he gets the message. GTA isn't exactly his forte, but he promised Spade that he'd help, so here he is tonight. Dressed as inconspicuous as one could possibly be, while at the same time making him look like how a car thief would definitely look, in an all-black attire and a hat to help cover his facial features underneath the shade of night - arriving in his Uber, on the other end of the street corner, before making the walk on foot towards the rendezvous place. Very shady indeed, since Jay has name and some fame in the city, and being caught in a car thief scandal would for sure be a huge blow to his music career. Spotting Sierra at first, because that rainbow hair just cannot be casually ignored, and then Mark. A chinflick is offered as he approaches. "You're Spade's guy?"

Mark looks at Sierra like she just told him she just saw his mother sucking dick for five bucks a go around the corner. "You're Sierra?" British accented tone incredulous, he was expecting more Furiosa than Daisy Duke, but here she is recommended. The boot tapping has stopped though. Jay showing up is a pretty fortuitous distraction, Spade had at least given Mark the headsup on Jay, "That's right. We good to go? I gotta list here and it ain't gettin' any shorter while we talk shite on the street." Woah, dude just wants to start it seems like, without even a 'how do you do?'. The list he pulls out of a pocket is scrunched up, flattened out and held out to whoever wants it, Mark isn't that interested in it, presumably it's memorised. It's not detailed, it starts with Van/Flatbed truck and goes down in size through trucks to cars right at the bottom. Mark explains, "We get what we can from the top down. Heavier the better."

"Yeah that is what it says on the ID." Sierra pauses after saying that. "Well not this one, the one I got is my sisters." Luckily she actually stops there, looking at the list for a moment with a huh. "We just gonna like hit up a truck stop off the Big One? Because like, I'm not really cool with doing the whole pretend you are a lot lizard thing, because then I get left behind and..." Yeah she may have been here before.

Jay can respect the man's straight-forwardness, at least. That's how he likes it, and he's showing his own no nonsense attitude as well. "Yeah, we're good. Sooner the better. I'm assuming you know the locations of these vehicles and whatnot? Cuz I ain't got the memo yet as of right now," he tucks his hands in his kangaroo pockets and looks down, grabbing the piece of paper once Sierra's done staring at it, skimming through the list, and nestling it in his pocket once he's done. "Right. You lead the way then, big man. I can't drive for shit, so I hope you two know what you're doin. Any of you done hotwiring jobs before?"

Mark shrugs to Sierra and Jay, very much not the planning ahead type, "Here and south of here is industrial and warehouses. Gotta be the kinda shit we need. Otherwise fuck if I know, I ain't from around here. We can hit up the truck stop if you want." That's to Sierra's suggestion, apparently not caring that she doesn't like that plan. To Jay he nods, "I can handle it if you can't Ace." Although it leaves him curious what Jay's role here is. Keeping an eye on them all for Spade?

<OOC> Sierra says, "But I am going to ask to make a roll with my hilariously bad intelligence to see if I know of a good place to find these vehicles and what not if everyone is ok with that."
+ROLL/+DICE> Sierra: Intelligence + Area Knowledge vs. 6 -> 4 successes. (9 8 8 6 3 2)
<OOC> Mark says, "Lets say you can pinpoint 4 vehicles that meet Spade's requirements, whatever arcane things he needs."
<OOC> Mark says, "Boxvan, flatbed, wrecker, that type of thing."

Sierra just sort of follows the list as it is taken away, awkwardly leaning to keep reading it even as Jay tries to. There is a small huh, and a pop of... is she chewing bubblegum on a run? Yes. Yes she is. "There is a truck repair shop like a couple miles south of here."

A nod from Jay's end on both suggestions signify his affirmative on it. "Uh-huh. A truck stop or a repair shop should have what we need. I can sneak in there and do the scouting, check out the lay of the land, maybe take out a couple of guys if I have to. Then you two can sneak in and do your things. I mean shit, I know a thing or two about hotwiring, but I figure one of y'all is probably much better than I am on that regard." So that's Jay's role for the most part, it looks like. Sneak and break, things and likely people on for the latter. It's also a good assumption that he's here to keep an eye on them for Spade as well.

Mark nods at them both, "Alright then, lets fucking go. How're you getting there?" Both of them walked up to him. He has his bike, complete with a single person seat. "Or are we all fuckin' walking like chumps?" He might have gathered these people, but he's clearly not considering himself the boss.

Sierra, Sierra for once, may say something wise. "If we all drive, how do we get the shit /and/ the cars we took to get there?"

Jay points a finger at Sierra. "She's got a point. I guess we can all just walk there, or I dunno, you can get there by bike first if you want. Take a look and see if there's /actually/ trucks in there. Actually," he pulls out his smartphone. "Why can't we just Uber to the closest spot there? Walking's fine but, I don't think that's going to be productive at all. Plus I'm not sure if she's gonna nag on me on the way there or not." A tilt of his head towards the rainbow-haired girl.

It's probably not smart to take your personal ride right to the scene of an impending crime either, but Mark isn't that bright. He huffs and continues to look impatient, "Aight fine, lets uber it. Like real fuckin' hardened criminals."

Jay's ordering an uber, which, lets hope doesn't hold too many records on just the where Jay wanted to go and at what time. You know, to coincide with a multiple vehicle theft. Presumably, Jay being a smart boy, the Uber drops them off at some club or other reasonable venue down the road, and they walk over.

It's night time, so there are people around, and cars driving by, but the Road King is shut. Fenced in, spiky topped, and a plain, squat single story building inside the compound. From the street, all the way past the building, a single tractor-trailer can be seen parked.

I mean, look, it is a multiracial line marriage going to the club, this is LA in 2020, at least Sierra doesn't look drunk. She does look like she is ready for the club however, so you know, the nearby dropoff is probably a good idea. Still as things move over towards car lots and the like, her nose crinkles. "Ok, you said you could get us in?"

<OOC> Jay says, "Is there like a gated fence locked in or any entrances if I look around?"
<OOC> Mark says, "Yeah, right on the road is a vehicle sized gate."
<OOC> Mark says, "It's all the same halfway decent steel fence, the gappy kind with pointed tops."
<OOC> Jay wonders if I can just jump straight over the fence and take the lethal from the spikes like a champ.

+ROLL/+DICE> Jay: Strength + Athletics + Potence vs. 3 -> 3 successes. (10 8 6 6 2 1)

<OOC> Mark says, "So your feet are 1.5 meters up, which is a little short, you can flop over and take the hit or try to push off and abort for another go."
<OOC> Jay says, "I'll take the hit."

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: 3 vs. 6 -> 3 successes. (7 6 6)

+ROLL/+DICE> Jay: Stamina vs. 6 -> 2 successes. (10 7)

<OOC> Mark says, "You take 1 L and get speared in a body part. You can hop off the spike and fall inside, feel free to pose."

Inside the fence the diesel service station is a squat brick building, a single story with a flat roof, all whitewashed. There aren't even any windows on this side. The gate faces a road which goes alongside the building, into a yard where the tractor unit is parked up, and maybe more out of sight that way.

"Criminals don't have to look like criminals to be criminals." Yeah, whatever the fuck Jay meant by saying that. "It's all good, just park your bike in an alley nearby while I get us an Uber," he says to Mark, fingers already fumbling over the screen of his phone. As a smart boy, of course, he sets their destination to the nearest bar, or club, or diner (really anything that's nearest and still won't immediately label them as small-time criminals), and makes their way from there. "This place better have the shit that we need," he says to nobody in particular as they arrive, somewhat let down by the sight of the single tractor-trailer parked. Perhaps he was hoping for more vehicles on sight. "Mark. Mark, right? I'll get inside as check out the place for us. When I give y'all the signal, get to the gate and bust it open, yeah? Let's hope y'all can pick a simple lock like that." Without another word he makes a run for the fence and jumps, like a basketball athlete or some shit with how high his vertical jump is, struggling to leap over the fence and hurting himself in the process but that doesn't seem to phase him. Not at all. He falls over to the other side of the fence, raises a thumbs up to the duo, and disappears inside.

Mark gives Jay the upnod of approval from outside the fence, hands in pockets as he turns and looks around, trying to appear to be nonchalantly waiting for something here, on the road. Outside a diesel service shop, with a neon haired clubgirl. Yep. Nothing to see here officer. "I got it," is all he says, with regards to the lock.

Luckily it is dark out, because Sierra is blatantly not dead. But the lack of lighting means that it is real easy for her to miss exactly how bad Jay got punctered by fence spikes, and the lack of reaction to it is real easy to justify away for someone with no experience with the actual supernatural. It only gets a small. "Hey, is he alright?" in a small concerned voice, before she takes a moment to look around. Yeah any cop sees this they are probably going to think Mark is a John really.

The wound on his thigh is entirely ignored. A mortal might have to go on a limp here, but Jay is content to walk around the place with his hands tucked in his hoodie's kangaroo pocket the entire time as he navigates the diesel station, surveying the layout of the area. He takes note of the windowless brick building, minding to see if there's anybody inside or around, before proceeding to head towards the yard where the tractor is parked, and perhaps where the other vehicles are as well.

The road goes up along beside the building and then the yard opens up to Jay's left. The tractor unit across the way is parked in front of another building, and the two facing each other are lined with roller shutter doors the type you find on mechanics garages. Each bay presumably an equipped shop. Way over to the left there's a huge truck recovery vehicle parked, but no other vehicles in sight.

Confident with his sneaking capabilities, but still being alert and attentive as he can, he traverses through the open yard, first approaching the tractor-trailer to scrutinize and assess it before heading onto and around the building nearby. The recovery truck will be his last visit, padding his way straight over there to make sure there's nobody sleeping inside or whatever, or that there's no unexpected surprises waiting for them. If that's all done, nobody's caught him in the act yet, Jay will be satisfied to return to the gate and link up with the rest, who's still on the other side of the fence presumably.

No hobos or people sleeping in the vehicle. Security is fairly lax on the building itself beyond the good quality padlock. To Jay, who is no expert, the tractor unit looks like it's been worked on recently, an odd stray tool left out near it.

He's no expert indeed, so he'll figure that either Mark or Sierra can figure what's up with that. His job here's done, for the most part, and so he returns to the side of the fence where he can meet with the duo. Hands and arms raised high, Jay wiggles them around at the duo as the 'signal', because there's really not much else that he can do besides probably shouting. And shouting is the last thing he'd wanna do in this situation. If they catch his sight, he'll beckon them over to the locked gate, patiently waiting on the other side with eyes fixed on his surroundings. Who knows, someone might just come out of that bricked building while they're in the act.

At the signal, Mark, who was hanging out near the padlock, pulls out a pack of surreptitious tools, because lockpicks are basically available anywhere these days. Then he starts working on the lock, while whistling really out of tune.

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Dexterity + Larceny vs. 7 -> 2 successes. (9 8 5 3 2)

Sierra, who does not pick locks, or care about badly sung tune comes over as well, mostly watching the alley entrance. "Hey, like, can you get into the buildings? See any like alarms or anything?"

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: 5 vs. 8 -> -1 success (Botch!). (6 6 5 5 1) (roll for passers by to care about what Mark's doing, given no cover by Sierra)

Mark's gonna take a moment with the padlock. Seems like it's a good one, and he's fiddling around with it, breaking up the whistling to mutter things to himself. Sounds like, "Click outta 1, nothing on 2, 3 is binding." Lots of people pass by, mostly in cars, very occasionally walking, and while Mark and Sierra might get looked at, nobody wants to ruin their night by interrupting a biker looking for a quiet place to take a hooker. And so it is, that the padlock clicks open, and Mark pulls it off the gate, opening it a little and tossing the heavy chunk of metal out of the way inside the fence.

"The buildings? That's his job, I think," Jay says, upnodding at Mark. "I'm not the best at home security and all that shit. But I can do some simple lockpickings, if that's what it takes." Jay, his attention being mostly fixated around the area of the station, does not really notice the passing cars and the rare pedestrians around them. If he was, he'd be quite surprised at how fucking ignorant they are, because this shit that they're doing is extremely shady. But hey, maybe they just want to mind their own business, which is completely fine with him. "All right, so," he gives them a good look once they're inside. "This place is dead, basically. There's the tractor-trailer and a recovery truck far up there. There's like another building near the tractor too, but the place is all shut and shit, but I'll put my bets that there's likely more trucks and whatnot inside. It's like a garage type shit, you know? If there's anybody around, there's a good chance that they're inside the buildings too, so we'll have to be careful on that."

"Yeah I mean, I was expecting a security guard." Sierra nods her head before there is another small pop of her bubblegum. "Gonna need to get inside though, it is where they will have the keys."

Mark leaves the gates mostly shut, just wide enough for people to pass through, and then listens to Jay's intel. "Alarms and shit? Not me, I'll just set 'em off and then hotwire the car." He doesn't wait for the others to put a plan together, he heads for the tractor unit to check it out too.

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Perception + Crafts vs. 6 -> 3 successes. (10 9 9 4)
<OOC> Mark says, "Mark finds the tractor unit is missing some critical components to actually drive. Like a transmission. No go on the tractor unit."

Jay pouts his lips and tilts his head aside, hands resting on his hips in defeat. "Well, if that's your plan, that's your plan." At least if the cops come, Jay has the 'tools' to get out of dodge without being seen. Not sure on his other two crime partners, but by then they're not gonna be his problem. He gives Sierra a glance and a shake of his head, however. "Nah, no security guards. Maybe they're asleep inside, who knows, but it looks like nobody's hit this place hard enough for them to start worrying too much on security," he says, following Mark's lead to the tractor before realizing that it's not gonna work. "Welp. We still have that truck on the other side there. If y'all are up for the job, we can break into the garages and see if there's any more trucks or whatever the fuck inside. Get ready to pull out your guns and stick-up some people, though."

Wait, they were supposed to have guns? Sierra for her part just shrugs her shoulders, if the one truck that isn't the wrecker on the lot is out of commission... "I mean unless you guys want to try another place, we likely want to at least check them out."

<OOC> Mark says, "Jay, odds or evens?"
<OOC> Jay says, "It is evening, so evens."
+D10> Mark rolls 1 D10's: 10
Roll to determine if the building is alarmed. Goes in players favour.

Mark shakes his head about the tractor unit, without a few hours of work, that thing isn't moving anywhere tonight. Might be why it's outside. He reconvenes with the other two to create the complete unlikely trio of car thieves. "Well shit, we need more than one. We gotta get inside." He points at the roller shutters, and everybody probably gets the sense without an immediate declaration of action he's just gonna go open one.

"Shit, shouldn't we at least get a look at the truck first? We're just gonna barge inside?" Jay chuffs out breath in disbelief, flops his arms around beside him in a 'whatever' pose, and decides to just roll with it. Shit, Spade chose this guy for a reason, so he's gotta be good at it. Right? Fuck it. He was not joking when he mentioned guns, however, and a pistol is pulled out of his waistband as they proceed to open up the roller shutter. "We're not killing nobody, not if we don't have to, but we gotta make sure they're not calling the cops or some stupid bullshit like that. If any alarms come up, they're shutting that shit down or I'm putting a bullet in their foot."

What is Sierra going to do? Stop Mark? In the end she just shrugs her shoulders and looks to Jay. "Aim for the dick man, that scared them more."

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Dexterity + Larceny vs. 6 -> 1 success. (10 5 5 4 2)

Mark heads over to the first roller shutter door. At the bottom sits a more normal looking padlock, through a shackle buried in the concrete floor. It's back to lockpicks and Mark works on it for what seems like ages. By a couple of minutes he's swearing constantly, and it takes almost five minutes before he finally pops the padlock open. "Fuck me that was awkward," he says, as he stands up and throws the roller shutter upwards. It opens with a very loud set of clangs as the metal bangs around above the doorhole. Right behind it is the front of a big truck, a flatbed F550. The rest of the building is dark inside.

In this current situation, Jay appears a lot calmer than he's supposed to. That probably just points out the fact that he's done this a dozen times before, right? Calm and collected, even if it seems to take forever for Mark to get this damn thing open. But when it does, Jay his grip on the pistol tightens, not quite lifting it up to chest-level or whatnot, but still being held close to his thigh and at the ready. He rapidly nods his head at the sight of the flatbed. "Ka-ching, baby. That's a jackpot. Yo, someone take their phone and get the fucking flash out, it's as dark as my buttcrack in here." He eyes Mark. "You think there's another one of these in the other building? Look around for any keys, though."

Sierra does have a phone, granted it is a Samsung S8 with a cracked screen. Flashlight app still works though. She will just head right in, to find the lightswitch, then look for the keys for the vehicles being worked on. There may be more trucks in here after all.

+ROLL/+DICE> Sierra: Perception + Alertness vs. 6 -> 4 successes. (10 9 9 8 2)

Sierra finds a rack of light switches almost immediately, left of the door. When she starts flicking switches the whole room lights up, flickering fluorescents coming on as they warm up. All the way down the building, probably five bays, all of them have some sort of diesel engine powered truck in them. At least one is very obviously in pieces, halfway through a rebuild. The other four though, they might be in running condition. There's an office off to one end, behind the customer waiting area, door shut, but outside the door is a keybox. Currently shut and locked though. This place isn't a complete security fail.

Sierra will immediately point out the keybox, you know, so people can keep posing.

Mark points at the truck with components all round it, "That ones out." Smart guy he is. "Lemme check this one out." He heads a bay over to start figuring out if any of these trucks are in the keyturn and it will start kind of condition.

+LOSE/+BURN> Jay burns 1 Blood.
+LOSE/+BURN> Jay burns 1 Blood.
<OOC> Jay says, "2 Dex."

+ROLL/+DICE> Jay: Dexterity + Larceny + 2 vs. 6 -> 5 successes. (10 10 8 8 8 5 2)

<OOC> Mark says, "You pop open the keybox with like, a simple plug and turn of your lockpick or whatever. Inside, lots of truck keys."

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Perception + Crafts vs. 6 -> 3 successes. (7 6 6 3)

<OOC> Mark says, "Odds"
<OOC> Jay says, "Evens."
<OOC> Sierra says, "Odds"
+D10> Mark rolls 1 D10's: 7
+D10> Mark rolls 1 D10's: 9
+D10> Mark rolls 1 D10's: 10

Mark moves through the rest of the building, glancing at the trucks, and then circles back around to the other two with the keybox, "First and third truck are probably in good enough condition to run. Wouldn't wanna try driving the others. Plus the wrecker outside, that shit looked sweet." The Gangrel looks to the other two for decisions.

Jay's eyes light up like a kid in a candy store, the lights reflecting on his brown eyes. "And no alarms in sight. I consider this a success." He walks up to the keybox and slips out a simple lockpick from his pocket, plucking it in and turning the lock mechanism like a true pro in a single go before the box pops open to reveal a pile of, you guessed it, car keys inside. "So three trucks in total? That's fine by me. I was gonna call my dude over here to lend us a hand so we can get at least four, but three should be enough. I hope." He wanders over to the first truck, trying the variety of keys on it to see which one'll match, before moving on to do the same with the third truck. "Reckon one of these keys'll work on that truck outside?"

"Only one way to find out. It will be the one without a tag on it telling you what truck it goes to." Sierra notes, because you know, the tags on those things are for writing down customer information. She gives a small nod afterwards.

Mark nods to Jay and Sierra. Jays taking the Ram, Sierra sneaks the Wrecker's keys, which is the vehicle that is all branded up Road King, so Mark gets the F550 flatbed. No sweat off his brow, the middle size vehicle is probably the best balance between ramming power, agility and speed. "Convoy down to the drop off, yeah? Freeway 10, the exit into South Central."

"I don't know where the fuck we're going, so you lead the way, Mark. The girl and I'll follow close behind. She'll screen us, I assume." Jay takes the key to the Ram and hops in, punching the keys and turning the ignition. The car roars up inside the garage, Jay taking his merry time to make his way out and trail Mark from behind like planned. "We're meeting up with Spade or what?"

Sierra just nods, she has a good idea of where she is going. You know. Delivery driver. Taking up her set of keys to mount up into the large wrecker with the assumption that no one is perving on her being in a dress while clambering up there.

Mark would perv but he's in an F550 by the time Sierra gets to the Wrecker. He turns the key and kicks the truck into life. He's got it driven out into the yard to start getting ready to lead convoy, stopping where he can wait for everyone to line up. If only they all had CB radios to sing on. Once everyone is in and ready to roll, he'll lead out.

<OOC> Mark says, "Alright. Dex+Drive vs 6 for the Ram, 7 for the Flatbed and 8 for the Wrecker."
+ROLL/+DICE> Jay: Dexterity + 2 vs. 7 -> -1 success (Botch!). (6 4 3 2 1)
+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Dexterity + Drive vs. 5 -> 2 successes. (10 7 6 6 2 1 1)
+ROLL/+DICE> Sierra: Dexterity + Drive vs. 6 -> 4 successes. (10 9 8 6 6 4 4 1)

<OOC> Mark says, "And you're right, we should take some bashing."
+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: 3 vs. 6 -> 0 successes. (8 2 1)
<OOC> Mark says, "You're good."
+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: 3 vs. 6 -> 3 successes. (10 9 8)
+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Stamina + Fortitude vs. 6 -> 4 successes. (8 8 6 6 2 2 2 2)

Perhaps a little too excited, but Jay couldn't measure just how fast or reckless he was going with the Ram. Luckily they aren't on the road yet, so the only things that he could've bumped into are the flatbed, or if he's really stupid, the wrecker. Good thing his brain is not that smooth, yet, so flatbed it is, with some of its remains being splattered over the yard. Now that'll prompt some investigations and whatnot from the cops, which may complicate them in the future. He hits his head against the wheel, though. Can't really blame the dude however, that's why he has his own personal driver to take him places. "Shit. I wasn't lying when I said I'm shit at driving, dude - I'll get better, though!" Jay shouts from behind.

Sierra on the other hand, takes up the rearward posistion, at least having the sense not to honk to get everyone moving. But it is definitely time to go, she can feel it. Digging a cigarette out of her dress, and this thing better have a push lighter in it.

Of course it has a push lighter in it, that thing is lush. It's only a year or so old and everything is electric, fake wood and leather in there. Thing was built to last. Honestly it was probably more expensive than the building.

Mark gets rammed up the arse, cursing as he slams back into the seat, his F550 having a much more sparse cloth interior, but Gangrel are built tough, unlike Fords these days. He rolls down his window and looks back at Jay with an outstretched hand, then shakes his head at him and waves everyone on. Onwards, to follow Mark.

+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: Dexterity + Drive + -2 vs. 5 -> 4 successes. (10 8 6 5 4)
+ROLL/+DICE> Sierra: 4 vs. 6 -> 4 successes. (10 9 6 6)
+ROLL/+DICE> Jay: Dexterity + 2 vs. 7 -> 3 successes. (10 8 7 4 3)

Mark pulls the F550 out into traffic, basically, he uses the truck like a huge wedge to simply block traffic that he can't be bothered to wait for. He's also driving slowly enough that everyone can stay in a tight convoy and nobody will be left behind. Which means they probably block traffic for a bit as they get out onto the open road. Mark drives with all the windows down, he wants the wind through his hair, guys a biker after all, and he gestures his turns instead of using the indicators, so Jay's gotta watch out for an arm being pointed before Mark takes corners dangerously quickly for such a large vehicle.

Then, it comes time for the dreaded freeway section, the fastest way from here to South Central.

Luckily Jay is true to his word when he said that he'll get better. He drives across the road on a smooth sailing ride, though his windows are rolled up to keep his privacy and in hopes that nobody will notice him and go 'shit, is that Jay Wild?' right before the news arrive that three trucks were hijacked on that same night. Yeah, that's not gonna be pretty for him. He does get somewhat bothered when Mark opts to use hand gestures to signal his turns instead of using the indicators which were, well, /designed/ to do just that. Mark's definitely one of /those/ guys on the road. No time to complain about it, though, but just enough to step on his nerves a bit.

Sierra on the other hand has a now lit cigarette, a club dress, and a big ass tow truck. She seems to be doing ok overall, but she has turned the fuzz buster on, and the CB. Because she is smart enough to monitor for the 5-0.

<OOC> Mark says, "Alright, freeway driving, +1 diff."
+ROLL/+DICE> Mark: 5 vs. 6 -> 2 successes. (10 8 5 2 2)
+LOSE/+BURN> Jay burns 1 Willpower.
+ROLL/+DICE> Jay: Dexterity + 2 vs. 8 -> 1 success. (8 6 5 3 2)
+ROLL/+DICE> Sierra: 4 vs. 6 -> 1 success. (9 7 4 1)

Mark leads the convoy over to the nearest on-ramp to the freeway that defines the border between Downtown and Southside, pulling onto it and cutting up a Jeep Wrangler as he does. He flips the guy off out his window and trucks on down the freeway, only occasionally glancing into his rearview to see if Jay's keeping up. It's not a long way before the exit ramp they need is right there, and off they go to drop these trucks off in Skelter's crew's steady hands, ready to be used on the fateful night, whenever that is.

There's no more bad mojo on Jay, which means no crashing into another car on the freeway. Truth be told the night was an overall success, and that little bump on the flatbed's rear's not gonna attract any attention, right? Skelter and co. should be fine with that. If anything happens, that's for them to solve. He's putting his entire focus on the driving part though, to make complete sure that he doesn't flip this thing over and jinx everything they've done tonight, and it pays off. Arriving safely down South Central, shaking it up with the pickup crew, and ready to tell Spade that he owes him big time for all the shit Jay's been doing for him so far.

Sierra makes it fine, and parks it and everything. Then she is immediately out of the hauler, boots on the ground as it were. And looking for her pay with a wave of her arm.

And Mark assumes that one of Skelter's guys will pay her, if they don't, they'll probably tell her to look up a one-eyed fangbanger called Spade who hangs out in the Warehouse district for her pay.