Daniel, the night air is significantly cooler than it was during the day, but the humidity still makes you feel as though you're walking through a rather sticky mist. The streets of Little Haiti are about what you can expect from an area where the law only rolls through on a planned operation or in a response. The streets and sidewalks are poorly maintained while the patches of grass in medians and along sidewalks and yards grow to your waist in places. Tonight the streets seem fairly deserted with only the occasional person walking by or hanging along the road. They seem to watch you with some suspicion, but you can't blame them all things considered.
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Jinx, your sprite comes back with a good amount of information gathered from various sources on the matrix, all rather public but with a surprisingly reliable reputation. As you already know where LH47's headquarters is, that information is not new but you also find out that they likely have some sort of hideout in an abandoned house near the soccer park. Your information also confirms that the gang is made up entirely of ethnic Haitians living in the area and that the gang's leader is called George Blanc who is an ork. Because of the large number of gangs in Miami and its connections with arms smuggling the gang is well-armed with a variety of common weapons. The gang generally uses kids to peddle their drugs on street corners while the full-fledged members work to enforce their control in the neighborhood and keep other gangs from pushing into their territory.
Vato, sitting on your Trollhammer out of what is clearly a very nice you get some strange looks, even at this time of night. Perhaps it's the sight of a troll waiting outside of a patisserie in the middle of the night, or maybe they're just your garden variety trog haters. You may be used to the stares and the names, but one person getting jumpy could mean a night of explaining yourself to the cops and that's never a fun experience.
Rook and Eddy, as you roll up on Rook's apartment you realize you're going to need a way to kill some time until morning to talk to the kid. With the rest of the crew performing other jobs, you find yourself wondering what to do beyond making planes over the integrated chat. Jinx and Vato should be along with the candy at some point and Daniel is making tracks gathering intel from locals. For whatever reason, the radio station is playing old Maria Mercurial songs late at night raising the question of whether anyone who still listens to her is even awake at this time.
