IC: Vein of Truth, An adventure into the wilds Options

[TinkerGnome]

:ooc: thread

October 12, 2061

The pelting October rain washed across Seattle with more force than the usual mist. This rain was from out at sea, where nature still maintained some semblance of purity and hadn't turned three degrees from toxic. This ran made things clean in its wake, at least in downtown. Even in the depths of Redmond, however, the water falling from the sky was less caustic than most, afording a reprieve to the SINless as they tried to scrape out a living in the urban jungle.

Midafternoon saw a break in the clouds and shortly thereafter, the sky cleared, letting the weak sunlight of late autumn fall on the dampened streets and turn a portion of the fallen rain into mist which would again rise skyward.

It was in this time that phone calls went out. Fredrick ran down the database he kept encoded in his pocket secretary, the entries only half in the database and half in his own head or in code. The calls, about a dozen in all, went much the same way.

There was a job coming up. It was supposed to have a pretty descent payoff, but it was going to be outside the sprawl. Where, exactly, was still unknown, but every indication pointed toward the Salish-Sidhe lands.

He got two direct declines but those willing to hear out the offer needed to get to the Bear and Owl, a bar overlooking the Snohomish river in Pinehurst, one of the seedier parts of Everett. The bar was fairly well known in the shadows as a stopping point for smugglers going in and out of the Sprawl, a fact which may or may not have been significant. The meet was at 1900 hours, which left little enough time for planning or legwork as the last call didn't go out until 1500.

"This sounds like a rush job," he added to each call. "I'd be ready to go straight from the meet, from the sounds of it. And bring the bug spray."