McGee or not McGee that is the question ?

[Mona McGee]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Andrew McGee: The man stared at the pages in abject shock. The cigar barely hanging off the corner of his lip, the scotch in the glass ignored as well as the woman he had rented for the hour.

"Andy? You aren't done yet, are you big guy?" the vampiress purred, but he held up his hand for a moment of silence. It was a mistake bringing her back to his place and he had not counted on being sent a letter at work. A refill of scotch and a glance at his coat pocket reminded him he had it, so he opened it, and everything went south.

Mona McGee: Mona guessed it was about time she did what she had set out to do months ago now that her mother had passed it fueled the fire that burned in her stomach. She had to find out things for herself. She had never known a father as she was growing up and when her mother told her she actually had one it burned in her mind what he was like and why he wasnt there ? Too many questions for her to answer so she sat out on her quest . The PI finaly came to her with news and information. She gathered her things and got the first bus to Canada but before she could ask anything or do anything her mother became gravely ill and by the time Mona had returned it had been too late . Now here she was back in Harper Rock setting out to do what she had put off . She sat down to write the letter.

Dear daddy dearest i sent you a picture of me Mother has passed away i hope your still ******* breathing.

Andrew McGee: He stared at the photo that had come with the letter. "What the hell did I do? Get drunk and shag a parrot?" The woman appeared to be dressed and decorated in a punk style that had gone into overtime. On the back was a phone number and nothing more.

He pulled his cell phone out and dialed the number to text it.

Hello peacock. Nice hair. Tell you what. You name a time and place tomorrow and we can meet.

He pressed the send key.

Mona McGee: Mona's phone buzzed on her hip she wiped the grease off of her hands and fished the small device out of its protective sheath. Well now this should be interesting better a place she knows she typed back quickly

Auto Doc Second floor of the 8th dimension mall. Noon . If that is good for you ?

Andrew McGee: See you then he replied and dropped the cell back into his pocket. "Now, where were we?" he smiled at his guest.

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The next day found Andrew using his break time to make the short walk across the mall. His own work was in the same building, so he figured he'd have time to grab something to eat on the way back. He passed the door alarms and looked about the place with a hint of suspicion. A chop shop was a chop shop, no matter how pretty a box you hid it in.

He walked up to the counter and rang the bell several times. 'God, let this be someone else's nightmare, please,' he thought as he lit up a fresh smoke.

Mona McGee: Mona heard the bell as she was taking the carburetor off the latest piece of junk Brock had rolled in the place he was under it tinkering with something or another. Mona looked at the Clock and it was straight up 12 she hollered "Come on back! I'll be right with you "

Andrew McGee: "Sounds charming," he sighed sarcastically as he made his way to the door and ignored the sign that screamed EMPLOYEES ONLY and entered. He looked over the collection of rolling fossils in the bay area, picking up the details. Even though the majority had seen better days, there could be a few of them worth putting the effort back into.

His eyes caught the explosion of color leaning under the hood. He watched for a few seconds as she removed a part from the engine. She was good with her hands, obviously, and there was something else to her he could not put his finger directly on. He walked slowly, his walking stick/sword cane hung ready if he needed it in his hand. He stopped within 6 feet of the rusted hulk she was working on and smiled.

Mona McGee: She placed the carburetor on the table and turned to get a good look at the man She slowly wiped the grease off of her hands. She took him in slowly He wasn't bad looking for his age had a devilish look about him. She kicked the fish net clad legs that were sticking out from in under the car "Brock I'm taking my lunch break." She heard some mumbling that sounded like an acknowledgement and nodded to the man "What's your place to eat in this zoo I think we need to talk "

Andrew McGee: An eyebrow raised in surprise as she kicked the person under the car. The second rose when she identified her as the him that owned the shop. He looked her over quickly. In the flesh was less intense that the photograph had been and he could squint mentally and picture what she looked like without all the accessories. Could be, maybe? Probably not. "Chicken or sushi-either one works for me." he replied.

Mona McGee: " Chicken it is then none of this weird *** **** for me today There is a nice little place just down the way here " she grabbed the vest that was heavier than it should be for a simple vest the fact that it had a hand gun concealed in the inside lining, definitely gave it some weight. " You know where it is ?"

Andrew McGee: "Ah yes," Andy made his way back to the door and held it open for the girl. "Elvis' Chicken Heaven or whatever he calls it. Curious choice for a restaurant subject-chicken." He began to explain. "I know the owner of the place. Used to work for him on the docks. Started calling him Elvis due to his choices in attire and hairstyle. Color blind as a dog he is. That goodness he found himself a 'Priscilla' to help organize his fashion sense a bit." the man laughed. "He's not a bad sort, don't get me wrong."

Mona McGee: Mona raised her eyebrow What the **** Elvis Pricilla and chicken was the old guy loosing his mind. She listened as they walked along She had a lot to ask the man hopefully he still had his mind and this was just a case of nerves. The restaurant was pretty empty for it being noon. She looked at him as they entered. "You want to split a bucket or just order a plate ?"

Andrew McGee: She didn't get it. He could tell by that look in her eyes. Oh well, he thought the joke was funny. The pair entered and he smiled at her question. "When a man is about to be accused and possibly executed for a crime he may or may not have committed, go for broke I say." Andy pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to the girl. "And get those crispy fires too, and biscuits. Gotta love the biscuits."

Mona McGee: Mona ordered the food and handed him his cup she had already fixed her drink and found a table out of the way to sit at. After all if this didnt turn out well a scene might be the least of her worries. The dude didn't move like he was as old as her mother said. He moved like he didn't need that cane at all and he might Take objection to her claims to be his. She slid the album and diary out of the coat and laid them on the table . Guess it was now or never.

Andrew McGee: He went to the dispenser and poured cola ('more like machine piss cola flavored' he thought) and ice into his cup and went to the table she had selected. Andy took a seat across from her and laid his cane over his lap. He did not unlock the blade. He doubted the girl would start a fight in the same mall she worked. Too many cameras and eyes about. Slowly he reached into his coat and pulled a flask into sight and poured a measure into his cup. "Do you enjoy?" he asked as he offered the flask while his eyes focused on the books.

Mona McGee: She grinned "Yeah just a bit I've still got the rest of the day though i doubt he would notice I'm gone if i laid out " She paused a moment. ' I know this must be strange for you but I am your daughter... If you need proof Ill do the whole blood test **** but i think you will find what you need to know in that journal
and album ."