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GM December 29th, 10.43 PM, 2016 Outside the Long Ladder tavern, Southside, Freedom City "I keep tellin' you, mask, I won't say nonthin'!" Theo Braithwaite, the so-called 'worst informant in Freedom' was certainly living up to his name. As he dangled from Psy Strike's telekinetic grip, his face a mask of terror as four pudgy limbs flailed from a core that resembled an over-the-hill barrel, he'd proclaimed total ignorance of the job going down tonight at the docks under the Atlantis casino. He definitely didn't want to get in any trouble with Garcia, "Big Al" Driogano or his witchy sidekick, and anyway the secret tunnels would stop intruders no matter how many friends she called in, on account of their being reliant on hidden mechanisms that nobody on the wrong side would ever find. And there were like thirty men there anyway, so she'd never deal with it herself. It was days after Christmas, and the few tired-eyed people wandering under the garish lights and tinsel that remained after the massive snowstorm didn't even bother glancing over, except to yell "Shut up, Theo!"

OOC thread for this, Psy Strike gets in a tussle with a soft-spoken noisemaker. @Bisexuhell