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Alan Dobbins fourth life began after a late night  building fire, from which he could not escape.  The fact that he set the fire in the first place, just for personal amusement, is simply irrelevant.

He awoke in an alleyway, his body renewed, and his determination to have more malicious fun, reinvigorated.

For the next few years, he made sure to make a new batch of allies and assets, since his old contacts, literally burned. (a longer story than this needed about the building fire)

He became quite good at liberating objects from people and places, and became well known as someone reliable enough to get even the toughest of things.

He traveled instead of setting roots anywhere specific, and his jobs took him around the world.  He was once asked to retrieve a specific Gem from the English Royals collection for one of his clients.  Investigators were never able to discover how a counterfeited piece ended up in the vaults of the Tower of London.

After a few close calls while working ,and a double crossing comrade, Alan turned to a less obvious form of acquiring wealth and depriving others of theirs.  He only stole from the really bad ones.  The "immorals", he calls them.  Child porn profiters..  Sex worker abusers.

He did it silently, skillfully and used his contacts in the deepest parts of the dark web to get things done.  Their accounts drained, credit ruined, businesses disrupted and shut down.

Through a quirk of fate, he was spotted one day while casing out a motorcycle theft at an MC.  He was stricken by her beauty and powerful manner.  The best part in his mind was that she was a kindred cat-folk.  She intrigued him, and surprisingly, she ended up being the president of the Devoted Spirits.  Through the conversation, she seemed interested that his talents would be beneficial to the club and in the tone that he has become accustomed to now, she strongly advised him, with a hint of threat, that he should become a prospect.

That day, he went out of town, and appropriated a café racer style Ducati.

Later, when one of the members overstepped his bounds, and left the MC with an officers void, Alan stepped up and with his limited experience in the inner workings of an actual MC, offered to be the enforcer.  He knew this club could use his version of 'enforcement' and computer skills.

Author: ianglangWebsite: https://pixelsmatter.ca
Founder, Pixels Matter and RE-VOLT Studios
Ian is a tech geek who works and plays on and in the 'Net. Whether programming, designing, 3D printing, or discovering new VFX, he considers it all like playing with Lego. In his off hours, he's an avid D&D dungeon master.

The Task:

Joe needs a task done. During a "Misunderstanding" between Lia and the local police, she was taken to a local holding cell and while Joe was waiting for her release he kinda threw his phone at a wall after finding out that he lawyer was being rather useless in getting her out. In the end Lia was released okay but Joe realized after the fact that the phone in question may have some answers to other questions... What Joe needs is for a prospect or prospects to get into that precinct waiting room and find the left over parts of his phone before whatever maintenance people they have in the place change the garbage out and the phone is gone for good. It the phone log info could be retrieved that would also go a long way to a prospect or prospects getting there full cuts. Joe is also placing a $5000 bounty on the task to sweeten the deal...

The Response:landrover

Alan rolled up to the precinct around shift change, and waited patiently at the back of the lot in his truck, casually taking satisfying drags of his cigarette.

When one or two officers started leaving, he knew it was time to move.  With the sun going down, he knew he would have to get in and get out fast.  He butted the cigarette out on the door where it was obvious that many had been put out in the same manner before.

He opened the door from the outside, as usual, since he could never be bothered fixing the inner handle. He stepped nimbly down with his natural feline ability and closed the door slowly, while glancing around.

Heading into the building, he made sure, while he skipped up the steps to the front door,  to nod 'knowingly' and smile broadly at an officer leaving the building.  "Thanks!", Alan said as the officer held the door for him.  Inside smelled like sweat, puke and vagrants.  The overhead lights hummed and a bad ballast in one corner made a flicker in his peripheral vision that could trigger a seizure in someone.  It probably already had.

A few people lined the walls, sitting sparsely in the bench chairs that were bolted to the floor, their stained 'leatherette' covers torn and peeling in places.  "This place has seen better days," he thought.

He approached the bullet proof glass divider, where yet another officer sat, looking like he was just settling in, shuffling papers and organizing the desk for his shift.  

Author: ianglangWebsite: https://pixelsmatter.ca
Founder, Pixels Matter and RE-VOLT Studios
Ian is a tech geek who works and plays on and in the 'Net. Whether programming, designing, 3D printing, or discovering new VFX, he considers it all like playing with Lego. In his off hours, he's an avid D&D dungeon master.