Impulse has made it clear of the LoneStar / Head Takers frag-fest of a meet and booked it across town to retrieve whatever of his meager possessions he can lay his hands on. Hurting for sleep, paranoid, on the run from nearly anybody that looks too hard at him, Impulse reaches out to Krash, his Ork Underground contact. Krash arranges at meet at the SEATAC railyards, whereupon he shows himself to be a metahuman of much moral and ethical fiber, provisioning Impulse with a fake SIN, a commlink and a place to lay his head. What is more, Krash promises a source of income in the future – the Ork Underground is always looking for an enterprising young tusker with something to prove.
Calling up Lenny Getz, his arms dealer contact, Impulse tries to find some work. Lenny quickly agrees to meet with Impulse – a move that immediately puts the ork on the defensive. Lenny is as slippery and crooked as they come, and would happily keep a country mile betwixt himself and someone with as much heat as Impulse had coming from around every corner. Knowing he was short on cred, short on time and just about out of options, Impulse heads to the meet – a penninsular park jutting out into the Puget Sound in Tacoma. Knowing that the whole thing looks, smells, feels like a setup, Impulse heads in with his guard up. The local security detail at the gate to the park, seeing a cagey looking ork in bulky body armor trying to walk into their park, intervene, pressuring Impulse to throw the race card and leave in a huff. Briefly casing the exterior fence, he finds a location with no security coverage and, cutting through the barbed wire, hops over and into the park to meet Lenny. The arms dealer, however, is not terribly helpful. Not forthcoming about work, and only asking leading questions, Lenny cements Impulse’s feelings of a setup and, after bidding him farewell, Impulse hops the fence to regain the city. As he clears the shrubs near the fenceline, Impulse spots a huge number of LoneStar cruisers swarming the gate – looks like it was a setup after all.
Calling it a night, Impulse bar-hops before heading back, well sodden, to the SEATAC railyards to catch another bit of rest.