Called bartender guy to see if he knew anybody up here who was good with code breaking. He does, and will give him a call. We owe the codebreaker a race ticket and I have to make sure bartender guy knows whenever I’m fighting.
Wandered back to St Elmo’s and the crowd around the crime scene was just breaking up. Started asking around to see if anybody knew anything about the skittish looking redhead, and a bunch of 5 mafiosi got all touchy, asking how we knew about her and starting to draw on us.
Claude talked them down from shooting, and with a bit of intimidation and the casual killing of one of them, we got information that there was a deer woman being held captive and whored out against her will in a slaughterhouse in the stockyards. We took their guns (10 Colt 1911’s) and belts and told them if they didn’t tell anyone they’d told us about the deer woman, we wouldn’t either. We locked them in the sacristy (did I mention we interrogated said mooks in a church?) and I went straight to the slaughterhouse without passing go or collecting $200.
Got there, heard screaming from inside. I busted down the door and a bloodbath ensued. 13 mooks and a harrowed Dutch tried and failed to stop us; we plowed through the mooks like walking across a yard full of dandelions with a stick, but it took the combined efforts of Fr. Ryan, Antonio, and Nicky to take out Dutch. While they dealt with him to the south and Claude picked off mooks in the main room, Deer woman showed up and mostly made herself useful as a target. I made my way into the room to the north, following the screams, leaving a trail of bodies in my wake.
In that room there’s a blonde woman hung up by her thumbs and a deer-centaur covered in burns, brands, cuts and bruises lying by the north wall, both alive.
Right now there are two mooks left, one shaken, both in my reach. This situation is not likely to last long.
Score: Us, 12, mooks, 0
It’s a good day.