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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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post Jul 20 2005, 08:42 AM
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Howling wolf laughs at Iblis's statement. "Not home. Just one of my safehouses. As for the matrix, well, that depends on how we're going to do this hit. I personally would reccomend that we go after him in his car. Less security to deal with that way, and longer response times for them. If we do go after him in the car, it would be useful to know the capabilities of his bodyguards as far as magic and cyber go, and whether the car is rigged or not. Also, finding out the route he is taking would make the hit much easier, as we wouldn't have to follow him and risk arousing suspicion. Finally, we will need some way to disable his vehicle. I would personally reccomend rockets or monowire. The former will make killing him and his gaurds easier, but it can be easily enough evaded by a skilled driver. The monowire can't be. If we can't secure either, though, I've got a Smartlink-2 and I'm a crack shot with my assault rifle."
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post Jul 20 2005, 12:21 PM
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Nameless smiles cruelly. "If I can get close enough to touch him, I guarantee it'll be enough to finish the job or give us a wide window of error to work with when we start."
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post Jul 20 2005, 08:08 PM
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Jake looks to Wolf,
"I'm going to pull a few smaller team members to watch things until we can get settled."

With that he focuses his will on the gap between moments and the space between places. Brothers in battle, hear my call. Send me the aide of the fallen to guarantee my safety for a time.

Three shimmering faces appear, half real in the squat. Roman legionaires from a time before Constantine betrayed an Empire, touched with the dirt and grime of battles long since fought.

"Watch this place and alert me if any man or creature of flesh or twisted metal approaches."

He nods to the spirits as they melt back fully into the Astral and vanish.

"Ok, so down to business..."

Sir...we can't get out, and the wall is making it so we can't see anything.

"Wolf, can you attune the ward to match my signature?"

Feeling the spirits cross the threshold of the building, the Shaman gets back to the task at hand.

"Iblis, I'm hoping that you can get some footage of the mark from gridguide. Those cameras are everywhere, hell they caught me speeding along in Snohomish, hopefully we can get a clean image of the mark and find a route for him. Also any info you can pull up about bank accounts or hidden assets would be nice...I've got two thoughts for this hit. Let's try to either push the blame on the Seoulpa rings or we can make it look like an inside job with one of the Yaks trying to climb the ladder because of the dishonor that we handed out by stealing Yami's boat.

"That's where the Gridguide is going to come in handy, if we can get a few places that our mark goes to on a regular basis through gridguide archives and possibly match a few faces that we see near him when he's doing business we can draw up a list of subjects.

"Nameless, hit the bricks. We'll need to get as much info as we can about the Rings and see if we can find a car and a couple soldiers that can get whacked to shift the blame. If you've got any friends that would profit through our actions, see if you can get a little support thrown our way--either a little bit of info or a distraction on another front when we make our hit could prove useful. You're also on bagel buty unless anyone here can stomach the chocolate, peanut butter, marshmallow toaster tarts with neon green sprinkles and a rainbow surprise..."

Jake looks over at Iblis

"I happen to still have a few cases of them at home..."

"Wolf you and I are going to be on astral recon. Let's build up a ward around the building since this is going to be our base of operations for the next few days. We can focus on a smaller room for our planning purposes but if we can get something that's nigh impermeable to astral senses, it'll make one avenue of approach a little harder to hit in case something goes wrong. And a blended signature will be harder to identify rather than an individual one."

"Once we get everything squared away, we can discuss how we are actuallly going to do the job. Right now the hardest part is going to be finding him and getting away. Let's cover those bases first."
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post Jul 22 2005, 02:59 AM
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"Uh huh. That sounds good, but I would like to point out that I can't astrally project if that's what you meant by astral recon. And on a different topic, that's an interesting motif for your watcher spirits."
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post Jul 22 2005, 02:37 PM
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Iblis thrusts a hand skyward with her thumb pointing up as she continues to set up her deck. "I'll be under for awhile then digging around. I'll leave a little interface up and running if you need to chat with me while I'm out and about." With that said she rolls out a screen and hooks up a keyboard to it. With her head firmly inside the pack she talks with the team. "Anyone know what the hell happened to Vinnie's old digs? I've been out of loop for a bit. speaking of which, you should all check out the new and improved Looking Glass. It's an all nighter binger without the morning after troubles now. I have some flyers in here.." She throws out a small stack of postcards with a garish neo-punk style Alice looking down a rabbit hole. "...just tell Mr. Bobo, and yes that's his real name, that your guests of management." Once again the white noise of her chatter fills the room.
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post Jul 23 2005, 11:29 PM
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"We can look into Vinnie's sorrows after this is done, but my guess is Yami got word of where to find him and sent the boys over to have a few words with him at the end of an LMG.

"Come on Wolf let's get the ward up and we can talk while it slowly manifests. If you can't project, I will have to go on my own. I can take the boys with me, they haven't seen a good fight in over a millenium. The spirits that hear my call and help me are the echoes of warriors gone by. As long as I hold true in my beliefs, they will serve me. Jupiter and his kin guided me when I was younger and helped to mold me into the warrior I am today. In respect, the warriors that died in his name serve me as soldiers to a general and brothers in arms. When my day comes, I will leave this place and serve those who come after me."

The dichotomy from friendly leader who jovially kids with Iblis and skirts the line of indecency in his flirtation, to the power of his belief and the cool acceptance of his own future death is startling. Soon, as the wall of magical energy begins to coalesce and become reinforced, Jake's smile returns and he casts furtive glances back toward the main room and the decker's limp form.

"You know, it's been awhile since we dyed her fur..."
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post Jul 24 2005, 02:06 AM
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"Ah, neo-Paganism. Pretending to be an ancient religion for the last 50 years," Howling-Wolf quips following Jake's explanation of his magic.

When Jake jokes about dying her fur, he replies, "Don't deckers retain some awareness of their meatbod when decking? It would be rather awkward if she notices you stripping he naked."
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post Jul 24 2005, 05:29 PM
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"Actually, that would probably be a dream come true for her. Iblis has been trying to get into Jake's pants since they met."

Nameless grins at Jake. "Better watch it boss, or we might decide to knock you out while you're in the process of stripping her, leave her to come to her own conclusions, and let her have her way with you. All entirely unintentionally, of course, since Wolf and I would just be on our way out for the bagel run."
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post Jul 24 2005, 06:25 PM
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"Listen to the two of you, you'd think I'm some kind of lech. She has a head and arms you know...I could easily dye those without having to strip her down. And it was only mild speculation, Nameless, you should know that by now....rules are rules after all."

Jake continues to bend his will to forming up the defenses that would protect his body from astral attacks while he was out.

"Anyways, shouldn't you be on your way out to get those bagels now?"
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post Jul 25 2005, 04:38 PM
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Nameless gives a mock salute as he heads out the door. "I'm on my way out now boss." Once he's halfway out the door though, he pauses, pokes his head back in, and asks with an evil smile, "Want me to pick up some dye while I'm out?"
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post Jul 25 2005, 05:16 PM
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Jake whistles loudly and the three watchers wander over to Nameless, posturing with all their spiritual might. The shaman smiles proudly at his soldiers.

"No you rascal, just grab some food on your way back. Hopefully I'll be done and Ib will have a few leads for us to chase down. Now shooo..."
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post Jul 26 2005, 05:14 PM
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November 11th, 2065 - 20:33

The astral plane is rife with strain and stress, normal colors punctuated by swirls of red as the two mages weave and mold the flows of magic to their own designs.

Outside, the night is dark and slightly chill, although dry enough, all things being relative. A dog barks in the distance and is abruptly silenced with a yelp as Nameless trudges from the barren flat to his vehicle.
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post Jul 26 2005, 11:26 PM
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Sighing, Nameless begins dialing up his contacts, who fortunately are all quite proficient or connected with hits or gathering information towards that purpose. It was what he did, after all. While he was doing that, he began racking his brain for where he could get bagels at freaking 20:30 as he drives off into the night...
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post Aug 2 2005, 06:55 PM
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McQuillan -

Mama Fortuna is, as usual, disgusted to see you, and she spits over her shoulder just to make sure that you remember how mcuh she doesn't like pretty people.

She listens to your request with a cocked head, "hmm"'ing to herself for a moment, and nods.

"1500. You're too pretty to help for cheap, you might start sniffing around more often."

She holds out her hand for yours, gesturing impatiently when you hesitate, knowing what's coming. She jerks your arm towards her, using the long, twisted nail on her pinky to slash the palm of your hand enough to spill several drops of blood into a pan. She spits, mixes the two fluids together for a moment, and tosses a handful of discolored wooden runes into the pan as well. She peers down for a long moment, silently, and cocks her one good eye up at you.

"His greatest fear and his greatest weakness are his family, whatever that means for you." she mutters in heavily accented English.

That done, a large, hairy paw slaps down on the countertop, the attached body somewhere below the edge of the counter, and grabs ahold of the money, tugging it out of sight.

"Now, go! You're stinking up my shop!" she waves you away.

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Jake returns to his bike and pulls out the bottle of antiseptic spray that he always brings with him to see Mama Fortuna. He sprays it over the cut, biting his lip slightly at the sting of alcohol disinfecting his hand. Wrapping it in fresh linen, the shaman pulls his gloves on and kickstarts the bike.

The drive is as much to clear his mind and think as to mark the hours while Nameless and Iblis pull what information they can about Yamikaza's habits. Pulling into the parking lot of Club Extassis, the daylight shows only a few sparse cars leftover from patrons who did not go home alone and the minimal daytime staff.

Jake knocks twice on the door and is allowed into the club, it's appearance like so many other things, drastically changed by the level of available light. He talks with the barstaff as they go through the daily rituals of restocking and cleaning. The chatter is mainly to catch up and reaffirm the connection with the club and every member within the staff.

The sun reaches its zenith as the large Italian makes his goodbyes, his mind calm and centered.

Returning to the squat, Jake stops to pick up a few things from the store. One arm full with the grocery bag, he unloads bottled water onto the rough table in the center of the room. Dropping a few of the neon colored bars that Iblis likes to eat when she's done decking by her limp form, he sets the rest of the contents of the bag down in the corner.

"Nameless, Wolf anyone here?"

Crossing back across the space on his way outside to make a phone call, Jake sets the bottle of green hair dye on the table in plain view of the decker when she comes around for a snack break.

Now I just need to find someone good with explosives...
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post Aug 14 2005, 04:04 AM
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Nameless walks out of the kitchen munching on a bagel. "Bagels are in the kitchen boss. You wanna hear everything I got, or just wait until the others are ready to hear it also?"
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post Aug 14 2005, 04:25 PM
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November 14, 2065 - 15:54

The last three days have been days of the individual. Iblis has been buried in the virtual world, pausing only for the occasional bathroom break and a neon colored pop-tart, while Nameless has spent his time combing the streets, meeting with anyone and everyone that might have useful info, buying drinks, dinner, and who knows what else as social lubricant.

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"Once Iblis is done with her gathering, we can all sit down and talk it over."

The time passes with Jake in meditation and conversation with Fixx on how to pile it higher and dig deeper. Finally when the furry decker says she is done with her part of the legwork, they all sit down.

"Alright kids, let's go hide in the ward just in case someone happens to be snooping and let's talk.

"Nameless you go first."
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Munching on a bagel, Nameless leans back in his chair and informs the team of what he's discovered thus far.
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Listening to Nameless, Jake nods holding questions and comments until the end.

"Mama Fortuna didn't have much to tell me except that we should look into his family. I'm not sure if that is the literal blood or a more collective social unit.

"What'd you get Ibby?"
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post Aug 24 2005, 12:02 AM
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Stretching and shaking out the kinks from her deep dive into the matrix. "Well, he uses 9 different cars but only 3 ever make the complete trip on any given day. This Yak is paranoid to say the least. I wouldn't be surprised it he tripled bagged his member when entertaining the ladies." She walks over to her pack and begins rummaging around for something to eat. "I could get us more precise info by digging directly around in the grid guide system if that's the route we want to go but I'm thinking we might want to hit this mook in an actual building or at least off the road." With a neon bright smile she finds a candy bar and rips it open with her teeth, taking a sizable bite as she continues. "After going through enough shells to feel like a fragging squirrel, I found 2 accounts linked to him registered with the uber bank in the sky, the Big Z Orbital. He has about 3 million yen in each. I go look around there as well but I'll need a little beauty sleep before tackling that bitch." Chewing thoughtfully, she takes a moment to swallow. "Not sure what we would do with his account info but I won't pass up free money in the 10 digit range. We could suck his accounts dry when he take him out and make it like like he was dealing on the side and it went south?' She looks to Jake for his response.
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November 15th, 2065 - 12:45

The day is bright out, for once, and the late fall sunshine seems to have everyone a little confused. Traffic is at an all time crunch as more and more accidents pile up on the freeways from the morning rush and even the 'trix announcers seem a bit bemused by the un-seasonal weather.
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"I'd say to track the money down, that way you can either automate the transfer down somewhere we want it or slide money around to shift the blame onto interested parties."

Jake stands up to stretch his arms and walk a little bit while he thinks.

"Right now there are a dozen players in the field. We need to decide who we want to deal with and clear the others off our mind. Thoughts on who to keep?"
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post Aug 27 2005, 04:36 AM
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Howling Wolf leans against one of the walls of the safehouse.

"Accounts in the ten digit range? What numbering system are you using? Binary?" he asks, smirking. "Seriously though, I would say to take the money, and use Jake's mafia contacts to launder it. That would be quite a windfall."
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"My vote is swipe the cash and leave a trail to who our victim of the month is and then hit him shortly there after. We either hit him in a fixed location like his home or office, if he has one or we buy REAALLLYY big rockets and blow him to kingdom come." Iblis leans back and smiles. "Rockets are fun........"
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