Blake Mitchell Chapter 1.2: Going back to Cali

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Blake makes his way to San Diego, as he makes his way along the interstate.

At times he keeps his hat pulled down, or the tinted glass up, at other times, he enjoys peoples reactions as they do a double take as it looks like a dog is driving the car.

The mild humor is fun for him, the most he has had in a long time. He decides to head to California, as he knows the area and had spent time there when on leave from the army.

He sets up a small apartment with whats left of his bank account, paying a homeless man to pretend to be him to help land the place. He lays low for sometime, now and then he drives to the far end of town, and turns on the cell phone checking for messages, but the only one he received was "payment sent to your account".

After a few weeks, Blake considers heading out for groceries... his craving for bacon getting the best of him.

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ok this is for Blake and Blake only!!! feel free to describe what you have done, things you have set up, people you met etc... describe what you wear when you go out at night, and what weapons you carry with you. your next adventure begins! dont worry you will be active in level 3 soon!

[Hayabusa]

The hunger got him again. Though he thought he had enough stored at the fridge he is always surprised how the fast the meat is eaten. It's time to go again. Blake picks up two guns from a low closet near the door. He checks the ammunition, one is loaded with .45 ACP full metal jacket rounds the other with self-manufactured heavy rubber bullets, he puts both in covert belt holsters with an additional clip for each. Since the attack of the assassins he always carries a combat knife at his lower back.

Blake fetches a few 10-dollar bills from behind the mirror at the apartments entrance. At the hat stand next to the door he picks up a dark brown fedora and a long tan coat to cover his furred forearms which look out from under the black T-shirt. His legs are clad with a matching cargo pants and black boots complete his outfit. Blake considers even to put on gloves but decides against it as it is hot enough without them and he can hide his stange looking hands in the pockets of the coat.

After he has left the building he thinks about using the car. He has sold the extravagant Mercedes and bought a cheap but unsuspicious sedan with tinted windows parked in a garage so that he can enter it without being seen. It is night and the fresh, salty air from the ocean convinces him to take a walk. Besides he is trapped in the apartment all day and a alomst full moon hangs low over the pacific. A few hours at the beach may not harm him. Blake walks to a small korean shop which has opened 24/7 and is less than five miles away. He became a frequent costumer of Mr. Kyung who doesn't even look up when Blake pays for his purchases. Perhaps he'll even buy a beer tonight. Imagining the greasy taste of bacon Blake licks his fangs as he walks down the backalleys to the shop. When he can see down to the ocean only miles away he always glances at the moon. And every time Blake has to force his senses back on his way. A surprise tonight would be rather unpleasant so he thinks about a solution for the phone. Blake has to find someone he can trust with that task.

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nice post!

Blake makes his way to his favorite market, the thought of a refreshing meal and drink, causing a doggy smile.

He prefers little Korea, as the northern Korean immigrants culture tend to keep their eyes down out of respect, and the area is not as well lit as others.

He parks the car in a dark ally, and slowly makes his way to the market, scouting before stepping, as any attention is too much, and any unwanted attention is trouble.

He makes his way down the ally, and notices a few bums, a few residents walking the streets. Nothing out of the normal, so he moves ahead into the marketplace, and looks through the door, one customer is there, buying some alchahol, blake waits patently for him to leave, standing around the corner then enters the market.

He collects the needed groceries, he thought to eat healthy and get a salad, but his instincts drive him for raw fresh meat, hot dogs, and for some reason peanut butter.

He approaches the counter and the old man he is familure starts to bag his grocery's, and for once speaks in a heavy Asian accent "f... forgive me, but I have fresh cuts... ham and bacon that I have not stock yet, you good customer, you like??"

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good you got rid of that Mercedes, i considered putting lo-jack on it i figure you got rid of it to a chop shop, as no title, no sale, not alot of money, you start the game now with your current gear

[Hayabusa]

"Thanks for the offer, old man. I'll take some of this gladly", Blake replies. Then he also picks up a cheap six-pack of a local brewery.
While the old man packs the meat Blake thinks about old times. After his graduation from the academy years ago he and a bunch of other graduates arranged a party at someone's home near Fort Lewis. They made a huge Barbecue with tons of meat and the next morning they were too drunk to remember when and how they returned back in the base. Their Jeeps were found at Vancouver days later. While thinking at the medium rare meat Blake licks his snout. He would love to eat that again. Perhaps some old comrades remember him and won't be afraid of his appearance. Though it would be dangerous not only for him but also for the people he'll meet.
Blake considers to call his sister Amy although he doubts she will recognize his voice or even believe what he would tell her after years of absence.

As he finishes his thoughts Blake pulls out enough bills to pay for his shopping and decides to drive down to the beach and empty the cans. Tomorrow night he'll look for a hacker because money is running out and he needs to cover his trails and tie some loose threads.

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Do you have/need a latest copy of his equipment?

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As Blake pays he hears a commotion outside, a small group of people is entering the shop!!! To remain unseen he needs to find a way to hide!!!

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I think i have it in the text document, however if you added some minor things feel free to resend them

[Hayabusa]

Blake moves to the next shelf and pulls the hat deep in his face. Crouching he takes a look at the arrivals through some bags potato chips. A quick check confirms that his pistols are still there and his next glance searches for a door to the storage and a possible back door or delivery entrance.

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A group of five young men come in, predominantly Asian, all of them wearing yellow bandanna's on their arms.

The shop keeper seems distraught and opens the cash register.


"Time to pay up old man!" says one of the ruffians, drawing a revolver
"your payment is past due!" says a second.

"I don't have all the money, sales have been slow! Because you terrorize potential customers!"

One of the men steps up to the older Korean and backhands him.
"then we will have to take us some groceries for your protection payment" says a third walking towards the beer cooler.

Blake looks to the old man who makes quick eye contact with him, and waves his hand at his hip, as if to say "dont worry it will be over soon"

[Hayabusa]

"Hey, punks", Blake shouts standing up, "get the hell out of here."
He lays his hands on the hilt of his guns. A dead gang boy would be suspicious and rumors of a dog man killing low-lifes would attract unwanted attention so even if the gangster fire at him Blake doesn't want to kill them. They are just low maggots who have to learn that they shouldn't threaten common folks and doesn't have to fear a punishment. Blake switches the safety off at the gun loaded with steel cored rubber bullets. With his other hand he pulls a flat cylindric item out of a small pouch hidden in the coat.

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"whoa!!! what the F#%k is that?" his eyes huge his jaw dropping "Guys check out this guy!"

When seeing Blakes response reaching for a gun the attitude of amazement changes.

"I think its you that better get the hell out of here, you better take your kibbles and bits and go... he points to his yellow sash on his arm. "dont you know who the F#&k we are?"

The shop owner speaks up "I know who you are... sir, please don't worry I will give them some groceries and they will go away for a few days. "

the other punks prepare their weapons pulling out pistols and knives.

[Hayabusa]

"I don't care who the hell you are", Blake growls. He keeps the black disk with a small buttton behind his back and aims his gun at the head of the leader.

"Duck, old man", Blake says to the shop owner.
With a quick glance he checks the miserable options for cover both his and the possibilities of his opponents. He is certain that the gangsters will attack since they have the advantage of numbers on their side. No surprise there.

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Blake will wait for their first attack. He won't shoot unless he's been shot at.