Description:Cabzoo, AKA David Majors, AKA Major, is a half-active agent of D-IV & Ayin-Mem. Despite not being there in the days of the submarine wars, he carries a sample in his genetics a code from Mr. Fingley's Double-helix data-makeup. It's youth-inducing elixir wetware is partially responsible for his carefree attitude. He's smoking a joint (or is it a meth pipe?) lazily eyeing the target of the mission - Ol' Bruce's, an alcohol warehouse somewhere halfway between the Colonial Cities and the Thantifaxath Black Market, an outlet mall peddling liquid despair, if you will. He looks over at nine-cubed "What time we go in?" he ask. "Depends when he starts drinking." nine-cubed spits to his left, a sizzle of tiny subatomic shoggoth born into microgalaxies. "He never stops. He breaks bottles over his face." smiles the Owl King behind opaque glasses. "His resolve was difficult to break." they agree upon leaving the store. "I dunno, he sure did cry alot when we smashed up all his fucking booze with big 'Breakers' hammers." 9cubed remarks upon second thought. "Look at these nice pictures I took." he hands some photos to the Owl King. Smashed teeth next to a bloody hammer and broken booze bottle shards. The owl king eye's the photo closely "Yep, Crazy Bruce's broken teeth. Did you keep them?" "Nah, got the photo as radionic specimen for witness wells. No need for unclean teeth when you can just take pictures of shit." says 9Cubed. "Never trust a photo to do right though." a hollow echo from the Owl King as another scene fades into the Black Mothers nightfall embrace.
