dossier

The Boatman

Boat Man

Decisions

The Boatman by the old docks may be worth talking to. If anyone could help you arrange an underground transaction, it would be him.

And the Boatman said he's a front for the Azzurri mob. Intriguing.

His employer? What's he heard?

It wouldn't do for an Azzurri associate to be too close to a carabinero, and vice-versa.

The Azzurris smelled something was off about it, then.

This is a man of many competing loyalties: his family, his business, his friends, and the Azzurri mob. But the one that stays his hand the most?

This must be the front for the Azzurri mob, mentioned by the Boatman.

So either the boatman was lying or PSEUDOPOD never made it over to him.

And on to the next.

At last, one of the dockworkers whistles.

BAD. BITCH. Maybe even THE BADDEST. Severe oversight not making that your cryptonym.

He knows you're one of Tempo's now. Remind him that you can be trusted.

IN ALIENATION, THE COLLECTIVE EMERGES. THIS IS HOW THE PEOPLE FIRST ROSE ACROSS THE REPUBLICS.

Of course you do. Your true name.

Shards of both past and present collide. In the wreckage, a jagged pattern forms:

Start moving crates.

Start working.

The man gives no indication of registering your presence. His mirrored sunglasses are turned skywards.

There is nothing there for your gaze to settle on, other than the isolated building you saw before. This time, you're sure that's what drew his gaze.

You're not even close to done.

"Alright."

"Sure. Shipments roll in all day -- we can always use more hands." He frowns. "Why'd you ask?"

Wheeling and dealing with Carmuna!

You've heard he works for the Azzurri mob. May even sell guns.

You already have your task. You need only commit to it.

The Boatman mentioned a water-lock near a shady building...

The boatman turns toward you with a smirk.

"I thought your partner had been incapacitated."

Knowledge, exactly what you're lacking just now.