Zadikiel was allowing his car to drive itself this time. Something along the lines of a business deal was what Seer said. Not much information available, but it definitely was not a setup. Not this time, not again. Zadikiel still never let Seer live that one down, the time when the Japs wanted to ice him for bringing back someone they wanted gone. He barely got away, talking the Yakuza out of murder is expensive, but for Zadikiel it had been time, rather than Nuyen. He was forced to treat five different patients, of course those would be the only patients the Yakuza got out of him anytime soon. He had Seer cut them out of the list permanently. This Johnson wouldn?t cross him, if he cared about his own men getting out alive.
Zad traveled alone when he could, the constant ramblings of those who tend to follow him gets old. Besides, he would have plenty of time to catch up to others when he was digging out bullets from their kneecaps. There had been an increase in kneecap shooting, he wondered why, briefly. Took a note of it to investigate the plausible causes and moved on. Zadikiel?s notebook was always full of little questions he had. Some even got answered eventually.
The white angel of the shadows was dressed casually for this get together, he was not going to work, nor was this Johnson the sort that would be impressed by a suit, he figured. The angel did bring his gloves along with a single water pistol, just in case. Most of the people going to these sorts of meet ups will wear their full regalia, to look tough and imposing. Sam knew they would not hurt him, because if they did then nobody would dig bullets out of their kneecaps. He took a look in his notebook and remembered he had already written about kneecap shootings. Kneecap shootings were particularly problematic, as the patella has a bad tendency to break into dozens of little pieces when hit by a bullet, in some cases it even was turned to powder. Zadikiel hated offering cybernetics to those who needed them, it meant he was admitting an operation was beyond his abilities, which hurt his pride. His pride was all he really had now.
The car came to a stop, and Zadikiel plopped himself outside of the club Infinity. It was always a club, he never understood why Johnsons liked these sorts of places. They were so public, it was easier to do these sorts of conversations over the matrix or perhaps in a less hectic place. He figured they might have their reasons, and moved on. Zadikiel chuckled at the guards, these Johnsons were always so paranoid, and yet they still wanted to meet in a nightclub. Zadikiel met a happy looking waitress who calmly guided him in. She was feigning pleasure to see him, as most did. Zadikiel took her hand, which he had to reach up a bit for, and waddled with her. The guards to Infinity did not even look at him, they probably thought that Sam was harmless, and all things kept constant, they would be right. His squirt gun this time was carrying Narcojet mixed with DMSO. It worked faster than Neurostun, but lasted a little bit shorter and had less side effects. It was also less effective than Neurostun when mixed with DMSO, but in such close quarters, Zadikiel needed the stopping power of Narcojet.
It was pretty clear who at least one of the runners was. A massive black demonic looking troll with a machine gun stowed in his jacket. He thought he was being clever, but after working with the types he did, Zadikiel learned the tell tale signs of a murder weapon, and a machine-gun was pretty easy to stow. To his right, some guy with a machine gun was hitting on an elf lady. Zadikiel?s eye twitched a little bit, he would likely have to work with this man. After all, who the fuck else would bring a machine gun to a night club. The music was hurting Zadikiel?s head, it was almost as bad as a gunfight. The waitress helped Zadikiel to a table and he ordered a cocktail, while sitting back. Eventually things would get less tedious, he hoped.
