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[Fenris]

21:15

The kitchen is expansive, to say the least. Stainless steel countertops and appliances range off into the distance, reflected fluorescent creating sort of a harsh white glow that radiates from everywhere.

The table is long, other counters and appliances pushed aside to make space for it. The man gathered around the table appear to range from all walks of life, some dressed in the latest Zoe fashions to stroll off the line, others in little more then cheap Securetech running suits. They are all, however, smiling.

"Vinnie," one of the men says, "You have done a great thing. This is a blow those Chinks will not forget soon." Sitting at the head of the table, the man steeples his fingers and looks at each of the others for a long moment, finally focusing on a shorter man, dressed in what used to be an Armani suit. The jacket is gone, though, and the tie is loosened, shirt hanging open. The shorter man grins as the man speaks again.

"But we must do more. We must strike at the very head of this multi-headed...snake. I want Yamikaza dead. This will leave them in disarray for weeks or months, reorganizing, while limiting the attacks against us. The perfect time to consolidate our holdings."

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Iblis

"Miss Iblis?" The speaker is tall for a human, standing almost seven feet. A pronounced brow ridge hangs over dark sunglasses, framed by a face almost Simian-like, with swathes of dark, course hair and protruding nose and lips. Broad shoulders stretch the straight black suit and white shirt beneath.

The much smaller, much slimmer, but equally furry, although in a pale white, elf turns from shouting something at a lighting crew. "Yeah?"

"Passive security's in place, and we're installing the automatic guns outside and on the dance floor." He indicates a far distant corner of the open warehouse space, where a work crew was hoisting a concealable turret into place.

He hands her a stack of mag cards. "These will function to open the front door on the first floor, the cargo elevator, and the guest area." A second and third stack, much smaller, follow. "These will open all those plus the staff quarters, and this final group is everything, including your and Miss OK's residence on the top floor."

The conversation is cut short as a call comes in, marked priority.

"You're quarter." she picks it up quickly, identifying the source.

"You sweet little furry thing," End-Run's voice is almost as familiar to her as her own. "You raising rates on me?" The meaningless chatter continued for a few more minutes as the file downloads, two casual friends making vague plans about a dinner that would never happen.

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Jake

Another of Carvaggio's boys taps on the doorframe and saunters into a bedroom, obviously at comfort here in the private quarters. He brushes hair away from Jake's eyes, flashing a grin that could have made millions on a runway, and sets a business card down on the nightstand.

"Another request from Stephan and Mr. Carvaggio," he says, strolling back out of the door with all the inborn grace of a natural dancer.

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Nameless

Styx's monotone voice blares out of the vidscreen. The day he'd stopped actually placing calls and started routing messages directly to the telecom unit had been a horrible one indeed.

"I don't know if you're there or not, because of course, as usual, you don't answer the 'com. On the bright side, you're fairly reliable, so you're either listening or psychic." The words themselves might indicate frustrated or amused, but the voice maintained it's constant monotone drawl. It rattles off a location, one now familiar on the Tacoma docks, and the message ends, dropping the room into darkness once more.

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Howling Wolf

A soft, sultry voice purred over the comms. Knozone always sounded like she was inviting you to do all sorts of potentially wonderful things, even when she was reciting equipment lists.

"2 centimeter gaskets, and 2 square feet of duraplast. Got it. You've really got to start dodging those bullets better, sweety." A throaty chuckle.

"Oh, and I've got info for you, if you're up for it. New Johnson, but he's hiring a couple of 'runners you've worked with before. Turns out it's pretty much the opposite objective this time though. His name's Vinnie." She rattles off an address down by the Tacoma docks, and blows you a kiss as she signs off. Drop dead gorgeous, Knozone always made sure to use what nature gave her to further her work as a fixer.

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[BishopMcQ]

Jake looks at Vinnie with speculative interest, trying to keep the smirk off his face.

"given that Yaamikaza is a Yak and still a member of the family, I'm going to presume he mantained his racial purity", the last words dripping with sarcasm, "after the comet passed from beyond our sight. No outward changes keeps him off certain "hands off" lists. I know myself and my friends have no specific love for the Yaks, but given the circumstances surrounding the name you just dropped I trust you won't mind if I take a moment to confer with a few off-site colleagues."

Jake rises pulling his cell phone from an inner pocket, tailored so as not to disrupt the line and fit of the jacket.

"We'll put a pause on any further information from your end about the mark until other considerations have been dealt with. I certainly don't want to have to look over my shoulder for frineds of the Family for knowing something I shouldn't."

He speaks gently into the phone calling speed-dial 7, Italian rolling gently through the quiet spaces in the room.

[BishopMcQ]

Closing the cell phone, Jake retakes his seat.

"My apologies Vinnie. I'm sure you know how these things are, don't get entangled in places the boss doesn't want, that kind of thing."

A quick glance gets thrown to Nameless who shrugs his shoulders and another to Iblis who just smiles.

"Alright, I know the three of us are in. Now given our last little job for you and our efficient tactics for helping your side of the field...let's start talking at say a million each..."

The shaman can't possibly keep a straight face when he throws the number out at the Mafioso...but then again the number wasn't meant to be taken seriously.

[Fenris]

Vinnie nods approvingly as Jake takes over negotiations again,and waits patiently as the phone call is made. Looking relieved that Jake's connections haven't veto'd the run, he actually laughs out loud when the number is tossed out.

"You've gotta be kidding me? You're kidding me, right? Of course you are, of course you're kidding me. Look, I'm tacking on a lil' to the price 'cause I need you to accept or not without much other info. Let's start at, say, 100k each, maybe some extra for expenses, a quarter up front."

He settles back into the flimsy chair, already shifting gears for the haggling.

[BishopMcQ]

Glancing to Wolf, "Am I negotiating your end of this as well or just my part of the family?"

Back to Vinnie,

"I'm sure you didn't just say a quarter...I must have misheard you saying half up front. That 100k would be our half up front, plus an extra 50 for expenses. That's 50 on the street, but we'll come through you, so obviously your actual cost would be closer to 20. And that's presuming you got raked over the coals by the gangers who happened to pick up what fell off the back of a truck..."

Jake's voice is playful for the most part. Negotiations with Vinnie were always a give and take, with each of them holding strong at certain points and bending in other places.

[nick012000]

When Jake asks him a question, Howling Wolf grins and replies, "Sure, as long as you don't drive the price down."

[Fenris]

The haggling seems to represent something completely different to Vinnie then is readily obvious. As they go back and forth, each offering up reasons for shifting the price in their favor, and seeming incredulous at the ridiculous amounts the other is suggesting, Vinnie seems more and more like his old self, calmer somehow.

The final offered price is 150,000 :nuyen: a piece, with 50,000 :nuyen: a piece upfront, and including 50,000 :nuyen: for expenses, and provided he acquired said items.

[BishopMcQ]

"Well Vinnie, you drive a hard bargain. What can you tell us about the target? After you break down the basics, we'll do a bit of nosing around and bring back the shopping list."

With negotiations complete, and a handshake exchanged, Jake leans back carefully in the flimsy chair. The chairs would hold Iblis without a second thought, but the shaman had a heavy Italian build, so he was careful.

At least he's still in there...some times an attack like that will rattle a person so loose that who they are slips out by accident...

[Fenris]

Vinnie gives a slightly chagrined chuckle and passes over a high-resolution photo.

The shot squarely frames an office building, obviously downtown, probably 30-40 stories. The shot is from some distance, as even zoomed in some of the details on the building are a little fuzzy. There's an address which confirms the downtown location at the bottom of the photo.

Behind that is a second photo showing a meticulously dressed Asian man, probably 40-50 years old, but with modern technology it's hard to pin that down. He's climbing into a limosine with two people in pressed suits standing protectively nearby.

The third photograph is of some kind of complex, obviously outside the limits of the city itself. There is a mutli-story parking garage, what looks like a condominum building, and another building, smaller, that resembles a club house of some sort.

"That's Yamikaza there, getting into the car. We know he works at that building," Vinnie taps the skyscraper, "and he lives in that complex," as he taps the collection of buildings.

"That's it." He leans back in another of the flimsy chairs, apparently oblivious to the hazard.

[nick012000]

"Two questions. Any time line you want this done by, and does he follow the same route between hime and work, or does he vary it each day?"

[Buddha72]

Iblis takes in the back and forth of the team and Vinnie. She smirks at the see saw motion of the price but confident that they'll get paid and more work will come. Vinnie was a gold mine, a short and balding one but one none the less. He always came back if you did right by him. She looks around, a little put off by the change of venue but trying to roll with it. It was the nature of the business. You shoot at people, they shoot back at you.

After the questions fly she pops in her own. "Also how slick and quiet does this have to be?"

[WinterRat1]

"Do you have any special requirements for the job, such as making it look like an accident, sending a message, killing his whole family, killing only the target, etc.?" Nameless adds to the list of questions.

[WinterRat1]

Double Post

[Fenris]

Vinnie gives a long suffering sigh. "We know he changes his work route at least once a week, but we haven't been able to track when or why he changes it. Besides being about once a week, the changes seem random. That's assuming we actually managed to track him. He's lost us dozens of times just going back and forth to that office building.

I'm not real big on the slick and quiet, but it does need to be discrete. I don't want anything linked back to us. There's going to be enough suspicion anyway, we don't want to give them any proof. You guys have two weeks. We need this done pretty quick, he's hitting our operations pretty hard. Whack whoever you have to to get him, I don't care if it looks like an accident or fraggin' Glow City when you're done."

[BishopMcQ]

"Who else would have reason for hitting Yamikaza? Preferably someone you wouldn't mind seeing dropped a few pegs when this is all over..."

[Fenris]

Vinnie laughs. "I gotta list a mile long. The Japanese Yakuza could use some quality time with their brethren. Then there's the fraggin' Micks, the Seoulpa, and a gang of bangers out of the Barren's called the Bloodthorns. Anya' them'll do."

[Fenris]

Vinnie looks around nervously as his own laughter dies out.

"Heya, look guys, is there any other info you need? This place isn't exactly the most secure, and I'd like ta get outta here as soon as possible."

[Buddha72]

Iblis rises and walks over to Vinnie as she speaks. "I think we're good for now. We can always call if we need more info." She bends at the waist by his side and plants a chaste kiss on his cheek, pausing to whisper by his ear. "Glad to see you're ok, let me know if you need anything." She rises slightly then bends back down. "And get some new ties." She turns looking to the rest of the team for the exit cue. Style is everything.

[BishopMcQ]

Jake shakes his head as Iblis leans down to kiss Vinnie.

"We'll keep in touch. Send the money through the usual channels unless you have the cred with you here. Oh, and give our flower a call and make sure she's still growing."

He motions for the rest of the team to make their exit, the shaman taking up the rear.

[WinterRat1]

Smoothly settling into position slightly behind Jake and to the shaman's right, Nameless nods once at Vinnie and silently exits with the team.

[nick012000]

Howling Wolf gets up and follows the others out.

"So, where will we be going to plan? I have a few safehouses that should prove adequate."

[Fenris]

Vinnie chuckles a bit as Iblis leaves, shaking his head and nodding the mage towards the door. There's a subtle shift in the mana, probably the restructuring of the wards again.

[BishopMcQ]

Mounting his motorcycle, Jake looks over the group.

"Let's head over to Wolf's place. We can use that as a temporary base while we get our feet on the ground."

With the convoy falling in line with Wolf, they leave the pastry factory behind them.

[Fenris]

The ride to Wolf's safehouse is quiet and uneventful, each member riding solo and wrapped in their own thoughts.

[BishopMcQ]

Jake surveys the squat with bemused interest. This certainly wasn't the kind of place that anyone who knew his team's habits would come looking.

The shaman waits for Wolf to invite them all inside before handing out a list of instructions to his teammates.

[Buddha72]

Iblis looks around and seems to sigh with relief. "Poor always says home to me." With a giant grin she squats in an out of the way corner as she slings her back pack to the floor in front of her. She begins setting up her deck as she talks. "Ok boys wnat exactly do you want me to look for out in the big bad matrix?"