#fenixtj

"Yes."

"So...wit' that in mind...th' weapons ban is off, right?"

"No. But we can tw.... we can make some adjustments."

(Radio) "What the... no, when I said two after one it wasn't a ffu..filking request..."

"Oh...an' I gotta warn ya, we catch some fucker fakin' the maker's mark? Th' Co-op gonna kick th' livin' shit out they ass, an' you ain' gonna tell me they wrong t' do it."

"Nope." She agrees.

A fond smirk at the radio. 'You teach him, girl. He get what he ask fer."

Then a surprised look at Jessica. "Yeah? Well, fuckin'-A." A satisfied nod.

"And fair warning back, if I catch them? There won't be anything left to kick."

A frown. 'If you catch...th' fakers? Or th' vigilantes?"

She thinks about it. "Either, probably."

"B, sometimes you gotta let th' street justice work."

"Yer man know that."

She nods. "Yes. And if I find whoever it is, it will end up on the street."

A slow, sly, toothy grin, and she nods. "Wall, a'ight, then."

"In the meantime, what about the Co-op. The weapons makers can craft, of course, but I need some security about where they go."

"If we can flow the weapons to the Countess or Duke.... I can live with that. Papertrails."

"Hm. Surest way I c'n figger that is if you be th' broker. You find out what they wantin', get th' specs an' th' dross and get it t' us. Still they gonna be some what wanna deal direct wit' customers outside Tijuana. So...'gain, papertrails? We got records, 'n you c'n see who gettin' what."

Phobos and Demos walk by "Hell of a fight though" "WHy did you waste money on the newcomer? No rookie is going to take on Shard like that.."

Jessica is momentarily distracted, but then pulls herself back. "Yes. I can see that." She pauses a moment. "Although... Yes, I can work though Dame Mitra. Is there someone in the Co-Op who might be well suited to liaison? Um. A boggan crafter? You said some of them felt pushed outside...."

"Huh. Yeah. Fact...yeahhh....that'd work." Tweak nods. "I gotta guy. I talk t' him, an' we goes from there."

(From the radio) "Okay I...what? Does tape not WORK anymore? Cheapass diapar zars robbigng the black man of the green"

Mutters, "Fucker better pray I don' insist we switch t' fuckin' cloth poop-rags."

"Well, they -are- better for environment, Tweak. The one you're leaving to Shuri?"

A peer at the troll. "You wanna boggan revolt on yer hands? 'Cuz I ain' doing that laundry."

A slight curve to her lips.

"Feh." Tweak dismisses the idea with a sneer. "Anyways...yeah...so I prolly gonna hafta meet Bianci on her own turf, on account I done kick her out when she show up for th' party. Might gonna need backup on that, she get twitchy."

(Radio) "oh for... seriously? Fine fine....I'll read the damn book again... 'Horton hears a Ho, by Pimp Doctor Seuss'..."

"Bianci is free to leave. The Fief."

"Yeah...but not wit' our dross."

"No. Not with our dross."

"Yeah, a'ight...I tell you when I headin' over. Gotta talk to th' fam." A tight grin, and the turns to go to their bedroom.

Jessica nods. "Tweak. Thank you."

A wave without looking around, and she's gone.

Jessica returns to her reading.

(Radio echoes) "A penis is a penis, no matter how small...... yeah you can tell this shit be fiction"

(End scene)