[NM] Overheard Conversions

GM : Meanwhile... back at the day job. Any or all of the Medi-Kart employees caught wind of this scene. Such as Edward and Gerald were hip deep in overhaul work on one of the older Ambulances, or Briana was carting new supplies to an assigned Ambulance she would be riding on. Maybe Clyde was trying to sleep off one of his bouts of drunkenness in the back of an Ambunaught. Directly or indirectly, some part of the conversation was deliberately left burning on quite a few ears in the corporate medical station. As for Blackfinger, he was left alone to his own inspiration. He was either rebuilding Clyde's pickup, or went off to hang out - maybe sneak back into Walter's back lot. The reputable Gallup Police Officer cornered George in one of the building's quiet hallways. He stared hard an the elder company man. The old man's face was grey. Shock and disbelief caused his eyes to go wide. "But... but, they have been bringing up the numbers... doing good work." George stuttered back, "I don't know of anything you are claiming?" The officer watched him closely. He made note of several beads of sweat trickling down the side of George's head. "They are troublemakers Mr. Hampton." the lawman professionally stated, "The investigator on the matter, has already recovered evidence." "I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" George shouted, "They can't possibly be willing to press charges against my people. They've been too busy on the company clock to pull any sort of heist. As YOU claim. Them folks must be mistaken. We are not even authorized to travel into the Nations."

GM: Later... back at home. The crew may decide to have a conversation about this event. Asking around, somebody will be able to learn of the Officer's name, Sam Kirkland. Brianna would best remember that slick mannered, well manicured Gallup Officer. His dark face was highlighted by street lights. She talked with him while he stayed in his cruiser, while he was observing the scene for first impressions. He seemed to have a dark complexion of somebody being from Western Europe. Maybe his ancestors was from Italy, Spain, or Portugal. In plainer daylight, maybe his appearance was better described as Southwestern Native American. Without having seen him, since the bar incident, Briana could only go by name. She would be fairly certain that Officer Kirkland has to be the same man.

GM: On a different front... gossip back in town is saying that somebody has heard Clyde's hollering about. The word is, that the drunken driver had been trying to figure out way to challenge Two Wolves. While sober, Clyde might not be certain if it was true. About him being a Big Mouth about it, andyway. However it has certainly ruffled some feathers. There is a Road Duellist by the name of Black Betty, that might be on the prowl for him. Either because Clyde is building a reputation from the Arena Duelling and it painted a big target on his back, or that the road duellist is a close cousin of Two Wolves and it made Clyde a Dead Man Driving.