Alexei nods in agreement. "Will you be able to tell what kind of adept he will be?" he wonders curiously. "If not then we'll have see if our leader can talk the answer out of him somehow."

Virtually every hand raises into the air at Alexei's question, in fact only a single ork is left with his hand down, glancing around at everyone else's raised hands. The golden rule in a place like this is that you need some kind of a weapon.

Dryden's group begins to relax before too long. Eventually they reply with their names and codes, and haltingly explain a bit about themselves. Seems nerves more then anything was their biggest problem, and soon two have run off to join Alexei and another one goes to Milafin. The last two are being rather quiet and keeping separately to themselves. Dryden has suspicions about why this may be, and is confirmed by Tristen whispering into his ear "I think one of them is a mole" and glances towards one in particular for a moment.

"This is good," Alexei informs his group. "When you provide contact information can you please also add in your weapon preferences." He glances towards the sole ork who hasn't raised his hand. "And you my friend, you're with the gangs soldiers but have no prior combat training. Might I ask why?" He smiles, trying to keep the question as friendly as possible.

The ork in question grins at Alexei "Not no training, just no weapon." He raises up his hands into a roughly boxer-like stance and throws two quick jabs. The display is short, but the jabs are crisp and clean. He lowers his fists again and gives Alexei another grin.

Alexei laughs loudly. "Good my friend," he declares. "Talent with unarmed combat is always a valuble skill to have. In time I hope all of you will learn such skills. Now if you could all pass your information to my friend Tayler here." He nods. "And I also hope you'll all seek to learn methods of ranged fighting."

Dryden whispers back to Tristen, "I agree... but for who? Do you recognize them?"

Dryden smiles at the two remaining individuals and motions for them to come a bit closer. "You two have been rather quiet today... why is that? You can trust me, can't you? After all, we are going to be working together..."

(Tristen memory roll: [4,2,4,6,4,1,2,1,5,1,1] = (2)
Reroll failures: [4,2,3,6,4,2,6,4,4] = (2)

Dryden Con roll to get them talking: [4,5,6,3,2,3,6,2,3,1,5,5,6,6,1] = (7))

Tink rolls up the 2 dobermans to let everyone get a look

" I know these are no steel lynxes but they can be quite effective. They can provide eyes and ears at a distance and fire power when needed. " he holds out his hand and lets a micro drone land on it " If anyones interested i might be able to help you come up with and use some of youre own drones."

Looking at his motercycle and nodding tward it " Or if you just like a cool ride we can help with that too maybe but it will take some work on youre parts too"

General nods greet Alexei's statement, while Tink's dobermans draw 'ooo's and 'ahh's. Talk of equipment of their own or rides draw alot of murmuring, though one or two look less then enthused about the prospect. Seems most likely they're more interested in the Matrix then drones.

Tristen whispers back "Not entirely sure, but don't think I've ever seen him with the other gang, least not especially"

The recruit not believed to be a spy finally gets to talking. His voice is somewhat croaky, obviously not speaking is a constant thing for him. "I'm good at all the stuff you've said. I can handle myself in a fight, physical or cyber, and I know how to sneak around." He glances around and leans in, speaking in a whisper so as to keep the final recruit out of it "You remember that warehouse a while back? Lost a little crate of something something? Set off the alarm but I got away." He leans back again, looking very self-satisfied.

"I'm impressed," Dryden nods in respect. "Very impressed indeed. What do ya go by?"

Dryden leans down and whispers to Tristen. "If he's as good as he says, I'd like to keep him with us... talk to him a little ways away, see what else you can find out from him. And see if you can let the others know about our suspicions, will you? I'm going to talk to our other friend..."

He gestures the Croaky One over. "Talk to Tristen for a bit, will you? I like your style. I want to see if the quiet one over there has anything nearly as impressive. I'll be back in a minute to hear a bit more, ok?"

He then moves over and sits near the suspected spy. "So quiet! Are you modest, or just shy? Don't worry... I won't bite. I just want to get to know you, see how you'll fit in best with our family. So tell me a bit about yourself, mate. You can trust me." He smiles as he rests his hand on his hip, near the concealable holster containing his survival knife.

((Judge intentions to see what I get from him: [6,6,6,1,4,1,3,4] = (3)

Con to get him talking: [4,2,4,5,2,6,6,1,4,2,4,3,4,4,2] = (3)))

Looking over the small group assembled in front of her, Milafin runs a quick scan to try and find out how good their commlinks are. While doing so, she fires off a round of questions, testing how much each of them knows, and trying to see if any of them are also technomancers.

(12d6 Scan, 7d6 Fading Resistance. (12d6.hits(5)=4, 7d6.hits(5)=3))

The silent one seems somewhat apprehensive as Dryden walks over to him. Giving a small shrug he finally responds "I'm not really all that good at any of that stuff, fighting or tech or any of that. I'm good at making plans and getting people to stick to them.. you know what I mean?" If this is true or not is unknown, he doesn't seem to be lying as far as Dryden can tell, but he don't recall him as being someone with notable leadership abilities. Perhaps he is simply trying to fast track himself to a position in gang leadership.

After introducing himself as James, the croaky one goes to talk to Tristen, going into greater detail about the heist and how he pulled it off and what exactly he managed to get and sell and so on.

Milafin's scans reveal decent commlinks. Far from top of the line, but a good bit better then the crap most people run around with. None of them have anything that would indicate them being technomancers, their PANs all emminating from a commlink at their sides and not from their minds. The questions reveal a decent grasp on computer use, and varying levels of hacking knowledge, though all somewhat low. All in all nothing too exceptional in any of them.

Dryden nods and grins. "Well, comrade, that's good to know. We'll definitely keep that in mind. For now, however, we need to make sure that you can take care of yourself in a fight. It wouldn't do to have one of our planners taken out in a fight, no? Come on, I'll introduce you to Alexei, and he can help train you up."

Dryden walks over to Alexei and introduces the silent one, then motions for the silent one to stretch a little bit while he talks to Alexei. "Comrade," Dryden mutters. "Tristen and I suspect this one may be a mole, but we don't know who he's working for. For now, train him to be able to defend himself against lesser opponents, and keep an eye on him. Don't reveal what we suspect yet, alright?"

After another couple minutes talking to Alexei about his group and what they might need, he makes his way to each of the other groups, getting an idea about those making up the groups, what the groups might need, and informing the core Ministers about the possible mole and asking that they quietly keep an eye on him. He then finishes the cycle by returning to Tristen and James and talking to them for a while.

Milafin nods subtly when Dryden points out the possible mole to her, then sends him a text message. Alright, I'll try hacking his 'link, see if I can find out anything.

(12d6 Attack, 7d6 Fading Resistance. (12d6.hits(5)=3, 7d6.hits(5)=3))

Alexei shrugs at the news about a potential traitor and then makes a mental note to pair the potential spy up for some combat training with the ork who displayed the unarmed combat skills. After all even potential disloyalty needs some kind of punishment....

Some murmuring goes through the crowd at Milafin's statement, but with Dryden's clarification the group begins to break up as ordered, though this doesn't involve much breaking up. 32 of the students go over to Alexei, three go towards Milafin, three towards Mya, and the remaining five stand around for a while before heading to Dryden.

He then turns back to the group and smiles. "As Milafin said, those of you with comm skills need to go over to her and Tink. For those of you who are a little more sneaky, go over to Mya and Keir. Those of you who are skilled in fighting, go over to Alexie and Taylor. For those of you who aren't sure where to go, come to Tristen and myself. We'll get you sorted out."


After about a half hour of getting to know each other, Dryden moves to the front of the group and whistles to get their attention. "All right, Ladies and Gents. Now that we know each other a bit more than we did this morning. I'm thinkin' that we need to have a party! What do you guys think?" He pauses to let the resulting cheers die down. "To have a proper party we need some entertainment, don't we? Well, my friends, I have some ideas. First off, I think we need some music. Milafin, I want your group looking into the security at the music store. Also, if you can, see if you can't acquire music from the node for less that we'd be charged, will you? Mya, I want your group working with them. See if you can't arrange to acquire the hardware we need for a party. Alexie, send a handful of your sneakier comrades to help Mya and Milafin, and the rest are on alcohol duty. Any questions?"

Milafin breaks into the commlink easily, and notices that it is perhaps even emptier then Carson's was, an obvious fake. His real commlink is either off, somewhere else, or running in hidden mode.

Dryden's news of a party is met with loud cheers, his orders that they'll be constructing the party perhaps less enthusiastically met, but the groups begin to move rather quickly.

Alexie's 'sneakier' people are likely to be the elves and skinnier humans, about a half dozen in total.

About an hour after Dryden set the orders and led Tristen and their silent friend away, All of the named characters receive messages.

<<To: Core Gang>>
<<From: Supreme Leader>>

<<We've found a lot that's almost perfect. It's located at [insert address here]. Only problem is, we have a distinct lack of power here. Milafin, if you can, you might want to see if you can arrange for the power grid to provide a night worth of power for us. Alexie, in case that proves beyond our abilities for now, See if your crew can scrounge up a generator or two. And do any of your underlings have lock-picking skills? I'd like to avoid having to smash these windows if I can avoid it.>>

<<To: Core Gang>>
Scrounge up a generator? My men and I are soldiers, not electrical engineers or cat burglers. Perhaps you should ask our more technically minded members for such things? As they are likely to have connections who have access to them.

Regardless of such things. I do own an automatic lock picking device, so that side of things at least is taken care of.

I would like chance to check out how secure we can make this place you have decided on. The number of ways in and out is an important concern, especially if our rivals decide to attack us before we have secured the new members loyalty.

<<To: Core Gang>>
If anyone has connections to a generator we can use for the night, discover those connections. I gave the task to your soldiers specifically, Alexie, because A), they're the ones most likely to be able to move the damned thing, and B) collecting the alcohol shouldn't take a huge amount of time. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves how you want to make the power situation happen.

The location is fairly secure. I'm sure there's a lot we can do to further improve the security, but I'd like to check a few things out before we commit to using this place on a regular basis. It looks to be an old abandoned restaurant. It has a reinforced chainlink fence around the outside. You can't see in from out side of it. The main gate is locked and chained shut. We made our own entrance and disguised it well enough.

Additionally, I've scored enough doses of Bliss that anyone who wants some can pop a dose or two and have a very pleasant evening. How're things going at your ends?

<<To: Dryden>>
Neither of which tasks are going to win any loyalty from the people you'll expect to go to war for you.

Regardless, we will need to secure the site before we collect anything. Be they drinks or generators. Unless you intend for us to stand around guarding them until you're done? And indeed surely someone who knows about electronics should look at the building before we start stealing generators which might not work when we plug them in?


After a few moments breaking his group down into teams, aiming to ensure each group has someone with a fake SIN and transportation, Alexei sends them off to fetch booze. All with their own Nuyen of course.

Then, with the soldiers who seem toughest as his own squad, he heads off in Tayler's GAZ. To drive past the site and see what's what.

Gres watched and listened as the various groups formed. One thing that was common on the corporate level or the street, was that magic users got alot of leeway in doing there own thing. As long as they were helpful and useful. Gres had proved his value fighting Carson, his second shot was the one that did it. Of course he was well aware that he wouldn't have gotten that second shot had it not been for the others, so it worked both ways.

Turning to Lou he asks, "So... Do you want to help out with the music or the booze?"

"Man did you even see that blond?"

"Yeah.." The moment Lou said the words Gres knew exactly who he was talking about and what Lou wanted.

"And shes in Alexie's group to. So she's a fighter..."

Gres sighed, "Just remember she just might become one of us. So if you piss her off with you magical peeping tom act... Lot of people might help her kick your ass."


With a cocky smile Lou replies, "Like I'll get caught."

Giving up on him Gres finished, "Alright. I'll meet you at the party. If it going to be a permanate place for us I'll need your help with the wards."

Lou was already walking away, "Yeah... whatever."

<At the after-school gathering>
Frowning in irritation, Milafing scans the suspected traitor, trying to sense any other active commlinks.


<<To: Core Gang>>
<<From: Milafin>>
<<RE: Party>>
Ok, I'm going to run a data search, see where the closest plant to the party site is. I'll also see if I can arrange for some free live entertainment, and if not, I've got a pretty decent music library on an old commlink I had before my technomancer abilities emerged.

(12D6 Scan, 7d6 Fading Resistance (12d6.hits(5)=4, 7d6.hits(5)=4)
12D6 Data Search, 7d6 Fading Resistance (12d6.hits(5)=5, 7d6.hits(5)=1))

The scan turns up no other commlinks on the potential traitor, who is now looking somewhat dejected in the group of potential fighters.

The data search turns up the main power plants all being in the city proper to the northwest. It doesn't take long for Milafin to turn up the plant most likely to be able to provide power to the site. A bit more digging quickly turns up a relay that is much closer, and should be easier to get into. A night's worth of power should go fairly unnoticed if the logs are edited afterwards, but anything longer term will require more work ((Lifestyle Spoof))

Tink Will gather up the group going for the equipment.

" I have the survailance and security covered with drones. I can likely get us through the doors with no alarm but im going to need a way to move the stuff to the party. Anyone have access to a truck or van?"

The small group of stealthier people get together for a while to discuss a plan for getting into the music shop, and after a short while head off, lead by Mya and escorted by Tink for overwatch. The other groups act similarly, friends getting together and discussing the best ways to procure some alcohol and which girls they might try and get to join.

It doesn't take just too long for the meeting area to empty as everyone moves off to their assigned tasks. Gres, Alexie, and his group all meet up at the party sight at about the same time. The chain link surrounding the building is hardly bulletproof, but it provides complete cover for those inside, and looks sturdy enough that someone is likely to need to drive a car into it to knock it down.

A quick search in the Astral plane reveals no obvious threats. No ghouls in the basement or toxic spirits to worry about, not even any background count to hamper magic defenses... or intrusion.

Over the next hour, people begin showing up again, and you quickly realize there is a potential problem... a good number of the gang members have access to cars, and decided that would be the best way to get to the party. A parking lot springing up in front of the abandoned building is likely to draw attention.

On the bright side some of the cars contain girls, usually only one, girlfriends certainly, but one of the few female recruits brought a number of friends, half a dozen spilling from a car, and a few more single girls show up as the start of the party gets closer, having been called by friends. This party is starting to get rather large.

Just as the thought occurs, Keir shows up, getting some of the stronger people to help him with his cargo. Two scrapped generators and an excess of cords and lights. Seems as though the party will have at least some power.

As setup of the hastily repaired generators and lights proceeds, the stealth crew finally bringing their prize, and quite a prize they have. In the back of one truck is nothing but a pair of massive speakers, looking like they were taken strait from the stage of a rock concert, and in the second is everything a modern DJ needs to look like an old school DJ, including a dedicated platform for music editing.

Milafin hasn't shown up yet, and sent off a quick message saying something about not feeling well and something you've all learned to recognize as technomancer mumbo jumbo.

As the equipment is set up and someone steps forward to offer their DJ services, it certainly looks like this party is going to be a big one.