#anywhere

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Jaymes grunts, "So... this corby of bikers. They might know something?"

"Could. Should find out." Frank is driving. Although familiarly called "The Rig" his 18-wheeler cab has "The Dawn Treader" painted on it.

"you, me, possibly against 5 or six caps? Mmm ..." He ponders "We would win, but we might not be in shape to continue after"

Frank shrugs. "If we fight them."

"Fine we..." They pull up to the biker bar which ...has broken windows... outside of it, there's a motorcycle carved in two pieces... and there's three wounded redcaps.

"Are late..." Jaymes grunts

Frank lets the motor idle a bit, watching.

Someone tore through here... judging by the chains on the doors... someone trapped the redcaps and took them on one by one.

"Caps ate through them... but were funneled. " Jaymes observes.

Frank nods. "Figure whoever it was is gone.... if they got what they wanted."

"Agreed. "

"Think they did?"

"One way to find out" He gestures to the bar and caps ... and getting out of the rig that is.

Frank shakes his head, but gets out as well, tire-tapper in hand.

One cap looks up, grunting "He told you what you wanna know i..oh... who the hell are you?"

Frank bends down and picks up the 'cap by an ankle to dangle. "Mess me around and you will wish you did not know. What happened here?"

"Fucking scathach happened... wanted to know about jobs we did for some Leanhaun noble..."

There is a low chuckle from Jaymes, very low, but by Jaymes standards, this is laugh out loud.

"Tell me about that, then."

"You mean cough info twice? for nothing? Screw this, we got three of us, two of you..."

Jaymes says "We aren't already wounded."

Frank casually drops the redcap's head onto the ground, then lifts him up again to his eye level some 8 feet off the ground.

Well, the cap is now bleeding through his nose "Okay Okay... " dangling "We'll we'll talk price after... heh... this sidhe came in...guy, wore the green and gold so we figured Gwydion right? But no..."

"Soon figured out he was Leanhaun. He wanted info on the area..and more.. Heard we had some smuggling set up here... who doesn't right? But he paid good. So we set up a storage unit off the books, and so on. Whatever he wanted transported, we didn't ask. But no changeling was to look on it directly." A snort "Then... another job.. smuggling in a person.... Some pyscho mortal from the other side of the state."

"Yeah?" A dark growl.

"Devlin Corby Ford... he's arrested now, not our problem"

"Hmphm."

Jaymes whispers "That's the nut that had the almost cold iron axe. How much you want to bet the FIRST thing they transported was the axe head?"

Frank nods in response to Jaymes.

"And?" He prompts the redcap.

"Well, that's the job we did.. fucking Leanhaun was named Remlette or something... look, we never even met the nocker, okay?"

"Which nocker?"

"You know with the spirals and the cursing..." SHrug

Jaymes snorts "Bounce him again"

"Okay okay... Slip. We were just told to stay out his way.. him and the pig"

"Know where any of these people are?"

"look, all I know is the pig pooka is going by the name Penny but her real name is Prudence and while Slip was working the car show angle, she pumping the mortals.. something about the pig would know her own..har har..whatever the joke was" he shrugs "That's all I fucking know, it's all I told that scathatch bastard who set us up"

"Where. Are. They." he growls.

"I don't KNOW anymore" The guy says "Look. The Scathach seem to know.. go after him.. and give him a kick in the ass for me will you?"

Jaymes grunts and motions to the Rig

Frank drops the 'cap, turns, heads to the Rig. He'll stop there to confer with James, or get in for the same.

Jaymes mutters "Frank. We got a way of tracing lump? i mean...Bancroft?"

He shrugs. "Not that I know of. I don't have enough Soothsay. My magics work better with mortals, anyway.

"Yeah... I feel like we're missing something. Why would a pooka 'know her own' with mortals? She trying to learn things from a comedy club? that's not any help"

"Well. We can assume Ford didn't tell them; probably that Remlette told the 'caps about Slip and Prudence. And, that she'd know her own. Could be, you know, a dirty reference. Or not; maybe something about law enforcement. Or bacon." A shrug.

"Cops? Frank... pooka can get anyone talking... and they're likable... this pig pooka could...well... learn about what mortals think we are..maybe use it against us. Worse? She could lie to them with a tall story. Get us investigated ...I can't say it without sounding silly, but this pig could be dangerous if she's playing her cards right."

Frank frowns in thought. "Any Fae could, if you think about it, but that's close to..... to Dauntain territory."

"I know...certainly a betrayal of the escheat rights of dream, ignorance and demense... so.. how much do these leanhaun hate you?"

"Pretty much all the way." Grimly.