IC: Initial Shadow Offering Options

[Mister Juan]

20:01, September 17th, 6th and University Street Blocks from the Seattle Hilton, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

Driving amongst the now brightly lit Dowtown Seattle, spotting the Rapier wasn't all that difficult. It was mainly the two security guards that caught his eye at first.

Looks like the same bike.

For a split second, the ork considered gunning his engine and roaring after the biker. But he was always way ahead of him... and it could very well be a totaly separate incident. If this was indeed the same one that had followed them earlier... it meant that the opposition already knew that Hobbes was staying there.

Slowly, as if he hadn't even noticed the commotion, he drove up to the Hotel entrance. Taking his helmet off, George tossed his keys at the nearest valet.

"Take good care of it." he said in the same neutral and detached tone of voice.

As the man was stepping thru the revolving door and into the lobby, his heavy duffle bag over his shoulder, he could feel his phone vibrating in his breast pocket. The caller ID was blinking Nadia's number in bright green.

"Pliskin." he answered.

So... it was the same biker. Interesting.

"Start packing. I'll call you back."

Without even waiting for an answer, George hung up. This safehouse was blown. Who ever was after Hobbes knew his location. The fact that George's own team had been able to get in with weapons had shown that, even with the high tech, security was rather lax. Shifting the weight of the large duffle bag, the ork suddently felt like his coat was getting heavier... he was getting anxious. Nervous.

George carried his heavy frame all the way to the reception desk. Hunching forward, as to get on the same level with the employee standing behind it, he tried to take his most friendly face... but avoided smiling too large. Tusk... they made people nervous.

"Do you have any rooms available? I'd like something on the 16th floor if possible"

[Sicarius]

The man at the front desk would be looking down his nose at George, if he was tall enough, which he isn't. But still he managed to carry the same demeanor regardless.

"Eh... I will have to check sir."


The man taps away for a moment at a terminal.

"Yes, we do have a room available. It's a queen bed, I hope that will be sufficient... Your name and SIN Sir?"

[Musashi Forever]

After Hobbes is more or less shoved into the bedroom Nadia turns to Caitlin. "George wants us to be ready to get out of here when he gets back. Maybe you should be watching the astral or whatever it is you magicians do."

[Mister Juan]

As he spoke to man, George's eyes started pacing around the lobby, as if he was bored.

"I already have a room here. I am an employee of Mister Bonaparte, who's staying in the suite, on the 16th floor."

The ork let out a heavy sigh, trying to convey his boredom.

"My employer is a very... peculiar man. He chose to stay here because, apparently, your hotel garanties the privacy of their clients. Since he is about to conclude some very important business deal, he does not want to be bothered... but somehow, he has been contacted, in his room, by a few unwanted parties."

He leaned in a bit foward.

"This, has made him quite furious. Mister Bonaparte hates being disturbed."

The ork straightened up again.

"So, he wants you to rectify the situation. He wants to move to another room... but does not want to leave any trail of his moving. This would make Mister Bonaparte very happy... and when he is happy, he likes to share his wealth with those who made him happy."

With a smirk, he added.

"Can you make him happy?"

[Sicarius]

The front desk man frowns intensely.

"I am sorry to hear that Mr.Bonaparte was displeased with his room. I'm afraid we really have nothing of a similar quality available to the room he has now... We could perhaps link several rooms together. 1607, and 1608 are available. Their only standard Business Traveler's rooms I'm afraid, really quite nothing like the suite you have at present. "Shall I put in for the room change?"

[Mister Juan]

"That would be quite apperciated."

He leaned in a bit closer, whispering.

"Would it be possible for you to book us under a new name? As I said, Mister Bonaparte really likes his privacy..."

[Sicarius]

"Under what name and SIN shall i book it sir?" Apparently the desk clerk is missing the hints. The man raises his eyebrow at George, and than turns and gives a significant look to the concierge. Behind George a Lone star cop has entered, and appears to be taking a report from a number of mostly intoxicated bar partrons.

[Mister Juan]

Talk about been thick...

Once again the ork let out a heavy sigh. It was obvious the man wasn't getting it... at all. George was afraid that, because of his apperance and size, the front desk man wasn't quite taking him seriously enough. With the Star now on the scene, his trigger finger was starting to itch.

"... This seem to be getting a lot more complicated than it should. I will go back to inform my employer that other rooms are availible. Someone will call you in a few minutes. Thank you for your time sir."

Without giving him the time to reply, George calmly walked to the elevator. He had to move the team; fast... and now.

Finally arriving to the suite, he entered without a single word to anyone. His duffle bag in one hand, he thru a small container to Caitlin with the other. He gestured toward his own ear and collar: he was wearing a micro-transceiver.

"Main frequency will be 187.5. Backup is 135.6."

He continued talking as he settled his bag on the floor.

"This location is compromised. I noticed the biker that followed us earlier, leaving the hotel. I take it he's the one who attacked you" he gave a quick look to Nadia "but you seem fine. We need to move; now and without anyone knowing. Rooms 1607 and 1608 are free, but the desk clerk doesn't seem to be enthralled by my smile."

[Glyph]

Caitlin raises an elegant eyebrow at Nadia.

"I've been checking the astral plane - so far, the threats seem to be more on the mundane side, although I am sure it is only a matter of time before something magical hits us."

Her tone is as well-modulated as ever, but there might be just the slightest hint of reproof in her voice - she's followed George's lead with regards to physical security so far, but doesn't seem to appreciate any intrusion into her area of specialty.


As George brusquely hands her the micro-transceiver, she almost absently puts it on and sets the frequencies. Although she only had a cell phone, it appears that she has used these communication devices before. She starts slightly at the mention of the biker.

"Damn. That means they'll know they're dealing with magic this time. And changing rooms won't throw them off too long. I've dealt with officious twits like this desk clerk of yours seems to be... I can comm him and straighten him out, but Hobbes will probably still need to stand by, since he'll be the one actually making the transaction."

She awaits his reply before heading over to the room's telecom - he might not want to compromise their communications any further.

[Mister Juan]

2013, September 17th "The Seattle Hilton", 16th floor, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

As Caitlin spoke, George had started unbuttoning his Mortimer Greatcoat. He had apparently she his corporate-style grey business suit for something more "comfortable". The ork was wearing a secure ballistic jacket, on top of a black t-shirt. Dark jeans completed his attire... and he still had his mirror shades on. It was obvious that either he did have cyber eyes... or the shades weren't what they seemed.

The ork was also clearly geared up for some serious action. He was wearing a large pistol on his right hip, and had a compact SMG tucked under his left arm in a quick detach sling. Enough clips to lay down some serious covering if need arised... and even a few grenades strapped to his belt.

In a swift motion, he pulled hard on the submachingun's sling. With a metallic *click*, it swung off its attach point. George then extended the stock, making sure it found a comfortable spot in his shoulder.

Some might have thought that George was over-reacting... but if one assassin had made its way into the building, there could very well be others. And anyone in the lobby, who had watched Nadia go up now probably knew where they were staying.

"Damn. That means they'll know they're dealing with magic this time. And changing rooms won't throw them off too long." said Caitlin.

"You're quite right. I've already secure another safehouse, not too far from here. If we the heat doesn't come down, we can move there."

The weapons charging handle echoed in the suite, as George loaded a heavy round of Ex-Ex.

"Stay on your toes people: since this location is compromise, we have to assume that we could find ourselves under attack at any moment. We need to relocate: now."

On that note, the large Ork took some cover behind a wall, making sure to keep the only entrance to the suite well in view.

"For communication purposes; use only callsigns. No names on the air. Don't mention weapons, or anything clear. Our communication systems don't have any encryption, which means that if someones finds our frequency, they can listen in." he pointed to himself "One", to Caitlin "Two", to Nadia "Three" and then to Hobbes "Prime".

Pressing his ear piece in a bit, George made a quick check.

"All; One; system check. Report in if online."

[Sicarius]

Caitlin only

[ Spoiler ]

As you affix your senses to the astral plane, you are immediately confronted with the figure of a legless, cloaked.... thing. It takes you what seems like an eternity, but in reality is less than a second, to recognize the thing as a watcher spirit. It's gaze locks on you as well. It hesitates for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to flee, then it takes off... at a tremendous speed until it is out of the range of your senses.

George Caitlin and Nadia

Prime comes back out of the bedroom. He has the cyberdeck strapped over one shoulder, and otherwise has a small hygine kit in his hand. At least Hobbes was capable of traveling light.

[Musashi Forever]

Nadia was unfamiliar with the comm gear, but after watching Caitlin she figured out how to strap everything into the correct place.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and pulled out her big Colt Manhunter. She popped out the clip, giving it and the weapon a visual once-over, and then slid it back into the gun with a satisfying click and racked the slide to chamber the first round. Applying the safety, Nadia put the gun back into her bag and kept her hand close to the bag's open top. It was not the best situation, but she had not gotten the chance to return home and get the rest of her gear, now she felt nearly naked.

"Three here, one. Ready to rock."

[Mister Juan]

As George kept a trainned eye on the door, he spoke over this shoulder.

"Mister Hobbes... have you ever been in business with people from Pullayup?"

The way the ork spoke, the simple question seemed like something more than simple small talk... as if he was hinting at something.

[Sicarius]

"Pullayup.. no. I've never even been to Pullayup... "

Hobbes pause, as if realizing something, than adds "I... Well.. that is where I traced the jackpoint of the little hoop-hat that attacked me. I gave him a headache like you wouldn't believe too. Thinking he can take the great Phiber-Wire in a net'fight? Hardly..."

Hobbes has a drek-eating grin on his face, as he hefts the cyberdeck in a mock victory celebration. Whether he is too naive to understand the danger he faces, or if its just the typical disinterest in the "Real" world, that these net-geeks have can be determined.

The Telecom begins to ring... and Hobbes makes a motion to reach for it.

[Mister Juan]

As the telecom started ringing, George added "Word on the street is that the Reality-Hackers are looking for you".

He then motioned for Nadia to pick up the still ringing phone unit.

[Musashi Forever]

Nadia waves her Johnson's hand away from the reciever and picks it up herself.

"Hello," she says. "If this is room service I want to know where my tuna salad is."

[Sicarius]

"Reality Hackers..." Hobbes says dimly. "Never heard of them. They're some kind of Barrens gang? That would explain the jack point. Guy was decking from a universal service jack, probably a busted up vending machine or something. That didn't do him any favors. "But it doesn't explain what he wanted to tango with me for."

[Sicarius]

the voice on the other line does not appear amused by Nadia's quip.

"This is Horace Jenkins, Security Consultant for executive protection at Microdeck. We're sending an advance member of our security team to link up with yours. We didn't want any Blue on White when that happened, so we wanted to give you a heads up."



Markus Ambrosie Only

[ Spoiler ]

There is a slight buzzing behind Markus' ear, as his phone notifies him of an incoming call. in the Upper left part of his vision, he can see the very attractive holo-image of Mary Alison, secretary, and if corporate buzz was right, sexual play thing, of Microdeck's Security guru Horace Jenkins.

"Mr. Ambrosie, I apologize for calling you at this hour, but Mr. Jenkins said it couldn't wait. The Company is holding a business meeting, which could face the possiblity of... distruption..."

Mary looks down at her datapad for a moment.

"yes, disruption is the word Mr.Jenkins used. Anyway. He asks that you travel to in the downtown area, and serve as an... advance team, for Microdeck security. Mr. Jenkins said they'd be willing to pay industry standard of a 1,000 dollars for the day, plus another 50% for the timing... If you accept, I have permission to provide details."

[Tashio]

Markus smiled to himself as she appeared knowing all she saw was a still prerecorded image of him.

"Go ahead, I accept."

While Mary provided him with the information regarding the job, Markus began to prepair himself, retrieving his guns from the large safe in his closet he quickly checked them once over having cleaned them out the night before. Sliding the clips into place he placed them on the table, before retrieving his suit from the cupboard.

"Thank you, I'm on my way, he concluded the conversation and hung up".

He straightened his tie one last time and brushed a stray hair from his face. Holstering his weapons beneath his suit he headed out.

On his way down the elevator he rang for a taxi.

[Sicarius]

Markus only

[ Spoiler ]

That details came in a fax a few moments later. the words scrolled across Markus' vision

Seattle Hilton, 16th floor Corporate Suite, A Phillip Hobbes and his Security were registered under the name Bonaparte.Microdeck security would arrive tomorrow for the actual meet, which is taking place at the conference room in the same building.

[Tashio]

While the taxi slowly cruised the seattle streets Markus fired off a quick message back to Mary Alison.

Please forward name of the head of security at the Seattle Hilton.

Markus slotted his credstick into the reader as the Taxi pulled to a halt outside the hotel. Markus smoothly stepped out of the vehicle as the valet opened the door. Nodding in thanks he picked up his briefcase and headed towards the main enterance.

[Musashi Forever]

"We'll take it under advisement," Nadia says just before she disconnects. Turning to the rest of the team she says, "Let's get the frag out of here."

[Mister Juan]

"Call the front desk. Get us a change of room under another name.... we have to move out, but leave as little traces as possible"

[Musashi Forever]

Nadia rings the front desk. When she sees a male answer the telecom, she slips into as sexy a voice as she can manage and attempts to give the vid pick-up the same sort of look she would give patrons who paid for lap dances.

"This is the penthouse. We'll be switching rooms and I was calling to give you a name to register us under. I'll be sure to get something very special to you if you'd just enter Mr. O'Dell and party into your computer."

[Glyph]

"Two here, one." Caitlin checks in, then adds "I didn't want to alarm our client, but I did detect astral surveilance on us earlier. We definitely need to expedite getting out of here."

Caitlin doesn't even need to pack, as she hadn't begun to unpack her duffel yet.

She frowns at the mention of the Reality-Hackers, and addresses Hobbes. "That settles it, we definitely can not have you jacking in, not with a matrix gang after you. They may be punks, but four or five punks can still bring most people down."

She has more mixed feeling when Nadia briefs them about the new security expert. He could wind up being either a help or a hindrance. Time will tell.

She can tell Nadia definitely has a different approach to negotiations than she does - Caitlin has a colder, more corporate approach. "Well, whatever works," she thinks.

As she stands near the door with her duffel, waiting for the others, she mentally prepares herself for a potential magical battle, opening her perceptions to the astral plane while placing herself and the others under her Spell Defense.