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[nick012000]

Howling Wolf grins.

"Heh. I've got an Ares Alpha. Drop a grenade under his car and the overpressure should do nicely to blow him into kingdom come. Thing is, we'll need some way to make him stop. Would you be able to deck into the Gridguide system, and mess with the traffic lights? If we can get his car stuck in a traffic jam, he should be a sitting duck."

[Buddha72]

Iblis turns to Howling Wolf. "Baby doll, that grenade launcher ain't going to do squat against his cars. They're armored so we need juice to punch through that, off the shelf bang-bangs ain't going to cut it."

[BishopMcQ]

"Ib honey, before we go planning to use rockets, does anyone here actually know how to fire one or would it be a guessing game?

"Right now Vinnie owes us some gear. Nameless, Howling, I want the two of you to arrange a shopping list. We are going to hit this guy at home and if necessary bring the entire building down on him. Fuzzy Bunny get your beauty sleep with plenty of dreams about rockets, when you wake up it will be time to grab all the info about Yami's house that you can and arrange a few money transfers."

[Buddha72]

The tension visibly drains from her body with Jake taking charge and giving out assignments. " You got it J-J. I'll catch a few and then what I can find out. Are looking for general info or looking to have me hack the system itself?"

[BishopMcQ]

"I need a layout of the building and their security. If you can get that elsewhere I'd prefer that we not kick down the door. Though a nice passcode like before to lock everyone in and out would be convenient."

[Buddha72]

"Ok, I'll see what I can get before I actually go into the system itself, assuming I can. Do you have any idea where you want the money to go yet?" She stretches and begins to make a small nest for herself on the floor, out of the main walkways.

[WinterRat1]

Nameless nods. "OK boss. What exactly am I going out to pick up, and how do you plan on us bringing this building down on top of him?

[BishopMcQ]

"Nameless, do an inventory on what we've got and what gear will be necessary to put Yamikaza and his security down. Focus on anything you and Wolf will need in the actual fight. Also grab some Neurostun and a few rockets just in case...something cheap that packs a big punch.

"I suspect several well-placed charges will take the building down on them if you and Howling can get it done. Otherwise see if Vinnie can get a demo guy to put something together that we can just stick on support columns or foundation blocks. That part we may need to wait for until Ib comes back with some better blueprints."

[Buddha72]

Iblis pokes her head up from a sleeping bag. "Hey J-J I need some magic spray for my working gear, you know that wierd color changing crap. Can you get some?"

[BishopMcQ]

"No sweat darling, I'll call Fixx and see if he can find some in town. Otherwise, I can just make it fit in to the Looking Glass...actually both might not be a bad idea. You could look hot to trot on the run and have a psychedelic spectrum of color choices when you're off the clock."

Jake takes a seat next to the furry decker and begins negotiating quietly.

[Buddha72]

"Are you serious!?!" She claps her hands while a big smile stretches across her features. "MY GOD!! You are my sweet Angel of Mercy!!" She huddles to begin the talk in earnest.

[nick012000]

Howling Wolf stretches, ignoring the twinges of pain from spikes of bone he has jutting from his snow white flesh as a result of his SURGE. He then slouches back, scratching the base of one of his cut-down horns, and crossing his almost canine legs. He then begins listening to Iblis and Jake's conversation, and observing them astrally.

I wonder if they know I can hear them...

[BishopMcQ]

The conversation is difficult to make out as it references a lot of shared events without full descriptions, but the general flow is making up the perfect party girl look. Jake has to limit some of Iblis' ideas because the armor has to still cover the same areas that it normally would.

It's obvious that both of them are very comfortable with each other as the shaman asks for fairly specific measurements and the decker teases him relentlessly before finally giving them over.

The astral flickers with unrequited lust, happiness and genuine warmth. Years of sorrow and pain flinch back from the positive emotions , but the negativity is too firmly entrenched to be driven back by a few hours of mirth.

[Buddha72]

Standing up and digging her in back, Iblis begins to set up her deck and plugs in. Just before slipping away she addresses the team in general. "Ok going to chat with Vinnie and see what we can arrange for the money transfer. I'll sleep later"

Dropping into the virtual world she takes a moment to grab the programs she'll need. All represented by objects she attaches to her person before spreading her wings and flying out into the matrix of Seattle.

Moving into the comm logs of the RTG, she runs a hand over the icon. Lightning plays from her hand and engulfs the file. Soon an indexed search appears before her. Pizza joints and deliveries to a certain address by the docks. With a smirk she cups her hand before her mouth and breathes out soflty. A small orb of swirling mist and sparks of energy form and a small gateway appears. She leans forward and whispers "Vinnie..............oh Vinnie....." Small sparks of light fly from her mouth into the gateway, programs reaching and changing as they go.

Elsewhere
Vinnie paces in a small room, cigar smoke enshrouding his head. His face going through a series of animations as he carries out a voiceless conversation. He stiffens slightly as a small neon rabbit hops onto his field of vision. It pauses and whips up a sign, like a cartoon character, that reads 'Can we talk?'

[Fenris]

Elsewhere
Vinnie blinks for a moment and then nods. It takes him a full two seconds to realize that the bunny probably can't see the nod, and he reaches out to the electronic connection that represented his current call and cut it off, dropping into a seat and pulling deep on the cigar.

"Your dime..."

[Buddha72]

Iblis smiles to herself as she hacks into the com call, sending her voice through the small p-sec to Vinnie. She pauses a moment to encrypt the signal and bounce it around to make it harder to trace and listen in on.

"Here's the deal hun. We're going to pinch about 6 mill from the fella you mentioned and we're looking for a way to make this dirty money squeeky clean and I thought of your large family. We're wondering what the 'donation' would be for such a service and I was also curious if you had anyone in mind for a set up. I was going to leave a trail of crumbs to someone else's door so we could actually live to spend our newly found money. Whatcha think?"

[Fenris]

Vinnie actually chuckles as he recognizes Iblis talking on the other end. Not from her actual voice, but just from her speech patterns.

"Well hun, sounds like a great idea assumin' you ain't leading them back to us. Any kind of rush job's going to cost you about a quata, just to let you know. If we can take our time, we ken drop tha' down to about, say, 2 dimes."

[Buddha72]

"Your rates work fine for us but I'll need to get everyone's ok first before any checks are signed. That just leaves my other question, do you all have anyone you'd like tangled in some messy business with the Yaks? Someone I can leave my trail of bread crumbs to? Consider it a freebie to get rolled into the job, because lately my little bald chummer, your jobs have made me some serious pocket change."

Back at the safe house, the screen on the cyberdeck flickers to life and a small siren sounds from the speakers as a line of text appears on the screen.

Anyone out there?

[Fenris]

Vinnie ponders for a moment.

"Actually, yeah, if you wouldn't mind pointing it at some other runners? I've got a group of guys that whacked a squad of new-hires from out of town, and put me out almost half a mil. I've got names, but I don't know how much they're worth if you're trying to track these guys down. I'll pass them on if you're interested?"

[BishopMcQ]

"I'm here."

Jake speaks the words aloud to himself as he types onto the small keyboard.

[Buddha72]

A quick log of the conversation with Vinnie scrolls across the screen followed by more text.

So I'm thinking we offer him a mill to laundry the cash, leave the trail of money to someone he doesn't like, about 500k and then use the other 500k to get gear and fund the run?

Quickly dividing her attention to continue her chat with Vinnie. "Ok who are the lucky folks then? I'll need some info to make sure the Yaks go where I want."

[BishopMcQ]

Offer him 800, then barter until you get to a mill, Vinnie will feel better. You know how he likes the give and take...

[Fenris]

Vinnie hesitates for a second. "Well, like I said, they're runners, so I don't exactly got like a personal record on 'em or anything. I can give you street names, LTG's, and fixers that know them. I guess that involves a little extra work on your part...what say I knock like, 10% off the price doing your dirty laundry?"

[Buddha72]

"Sounds fair my short and balding paycheck. Since I have more work than I normally do right now, this is the part where I low ball you and you sputter, mabye fuss with your combover and then offer a price that makes me see double. We go back and forth and settle on the price that seems fair for two criminals to agree on. Let's say we did that, ok?"

On the screen more text appears. Ok Vinnie is on board with doing our laundry and the haggling is in process. He's going to send me some info on the runners we need to frame for the money theft. Can you all hit your people and see what you can find out about them? I'm only going to get street info and I'll need to do a little research for the bread trail to work.

"Send me the info you have at the usual LTG and I'll get started. I should be able to do this but I'll let you know if I bit a serious bump on the way. Where do I need to send our laundry?"

[BishopMcQ]

Understood. I'll get the boys on it.

"Alright boys, it's time to hit the streets again. Now we're tracking down some runners."

Jake leans down and picks up the flimsies that print out of the mobile decker command station or MDCS. He hands a copy to each of the boys and then leans down and gives Iblis a kiss of the forehead.

"You're doing great babe, keep it up," he whispers to the decker who has been working around the clock since they got the job.

Heading home through a few back roads, Jake let's himself in. He steps quietly through the house to check that Fixx is still sleeping, before moving to the kitchen. The shaman flashes back to time spent in an Italian villa holding on to his mother's apron strings.

Before long, the smell of bacon and toast is wafting through the small kitchen along with the aroma of hot tea.

"Half a sugar and a splash of cream?" The half-asleep voice of Fixx calls out as he steps into the small kitchen and has a seat at the breakfast nook just big enough for two.

The two lovers and business partners spend the morning over breakfast talking about the club, mutual friends, and embellishing on old stories. After breakfast is over and the dishes are washed, they take a shower to get the smell of the Barrens off Jake and out of his long hair.

"I need a work related favor, Jake begins as he dresses himself across the large bed from his friend. "A few people have worked their way into the crosshairs of some business associates. Anything you can tell me about them would be useful. Ib is willing to cover the usual rates." He hands over his copy of the flimsy with Vinnie's information.

With a kiss and a promise to be back in a little bit, Jake leaves Fixx to his intel gathering.

With a call to Stephan, he checks to see if there is a possibility of a lunch appointment for today or at least ten minutes before a lunch appointment.

An anonymous e-mail drop through the usual channels arrives in Koji's filtering programs. The decker is a complete mystery to all but a handful of people, and Jake is still in the dark. Information about the runners and 500 :nuyen: is attached. A surface scan through a few reliable sources is all that's being asked if the decker himself hasn't heard rumblings.

Meeting with Stephan, Jake structures his request to the time available. He transfers information from his p-sec to Stephan's as they talk about plans for an upcoming event and coordinate schedules for the third circle. In the transferred info, there is a list of runners that he needs info on and a list of skills that he'd like to arrange to hire.