IC: The Fix is In, SR4 game IC thread Options

[Silo]

Wednesday, January 22, 2070
Safehouse, Everett, 22:53:37

Freebird looks at Fade and nods as a pistol slips into his hand from underneath the sleeve of his suit.

Frag, did someone follow me.

He pops his neck and keeps his gun arm loose.

[gobogen]

Wednesday, January 22, 2070
Fredo's Apartment

The Priest takes a moment to meditate and discuss with his mentor spirit, Archangel Gabriel. He always does this prior to most run to make sure that he's got the approval and support of his mentor. It prepares his mind and heart for the tasks ahead.
- You know Son, this might not be as easy as you think. The target is more machine than man and seems to be well guarded. Don't underestimate the mission.
- With the help of God, nothing will prevent me from completing it.
- Perhaps, but only if you use your gift wisely.
- I shall be careful and level-headed, my holy friend. My fear of God can overcome most difficulties I can ever encounter.

Wednesday, January 22, 2070
Safehouse, Everett, 22:57:04

The Priest arrives at the safehouse that Fade had got for the group, and gets confortable.

"This is a very nice place, and it's supposedly close to our target's location. Good work, chummer.

I see that only Eddy isn't here yet. I guess we'll have to wait for him before we discuss in more depth what our plan of action will be. We'll first have to determine a leader, than probably decide on what's our best way to gather enough information, then think of possible ways to complete our run. Right?"

[nick012000]

Razorblade leans against the door and shouts, "You guys in there?"

[TinkerGnome]

Thursday, January 23, 2070, 00:05 hours
The Safehouse

By midnight, the team had arrived at the safe house and settled in. The place looked a little run down and aged, but otherwise it was pretty nice for the money. There were a pair of bedrooms, each with a full sized bed and a main room and kitchen. The back door lead to an alleyway which proved an ideal covert entrance.

The team settled in and then it was time to plan the rest of the job.

[Oracle]

Thursday, January 23, 2070, 00:05 hours
The Safehouse

BBO takes a seat in one of the armchairs in the main room, a large cup of SoyCoffee in his hand.
He sighs silently.

"Okay everyone. How do we proceed from here?"

He looks into the faces of the rest of the team.

[nick012000]

Razorblade sits down next to Fade, and starts telling the crew about what she's learned, and her ideas about using the family as hostages for blackmail.

[Oracle]

"Isn't blackmailing a bit risky? After all we do not know exactly how our target will react. Possibly he will just call LoneStar...or he recruits another Runnerteam to hunt us down..." BBO does not appear to be convinced of Razorblade's idea.

[nick012000]

Razorblade cuddles up against Fade as she answers BBO.

"And this is why we have a backup plan if it fails. A bigger problem might be increased security if it does fail."

[Silo]

"The death of his mother may devastate him," says Freebird. "Something like that could look unrelated to the game," he pauses for a long drag of his smoke, "especially if her neighborhood were to experience something bad."

"If it didn't stop him from playing, perhaps it would get him back in DC for the funeral. And, away from security."

[Oracle]

Disdain shows up in BBO's face. "I don't know...killing old women? What is next? Raping his children? That's not the way I usually work...and it's not what we are being payed for."

[gobogen]

The Priest is standing in the room with a diet soda. He looks very concerned and worried.

"The most straightforward way to do this job is to find a way to seriously injure the guy, so that he doesn't make it to the game healty. We must prepare to do this in case all else fails. It must be our backup plan no matter what. It might turn out to be easier than blackmail, too. Blackmailing is risky business, and potentially makes it easier to find us afterwards.

We need to think about how to evade being hunted down after this job, by the way, because I can imagine that the other team would want to find us and get rid of us. On the topic of having our asses covered, we should investigate more on our johnson. What if he's planning to expose us after the job, to take the blame away from him, who knows. Maybe we should get ready for that too, just in case."

The priest has been running the shadows for a while and worrying like this is second nature to him, as it should be.

[Silo]

"He has kids?," Freebird asks with a smile. He holds his hand up to disway an answer. "That was a joke."

"The preacher speaks true," Freebird nods his way, "we need to both take out, um, incapacitate the quarterback as well as be prepared to do the same with the Johnson."

"Regardless of what avenue we decide to go down, when do we strike? Time is a luxury we do not have, and the lack of it may dictate our course of action."

Freebird lets out a long sigh. What is getting in to me...shutup for a minute you dumb ox.

[nick012000]

"Well... I suppose I could seduce him in the hotel, spend the night with him, and slash his neck with my cyberspur once he goes to sleep."

[HeySparky]

Earlier...

As 'Bird lights up Fade's eyes focus, "I picked up some smokes. Thanks for earlier." She tosses the pack to the ork. "When Priest gets here we should take this outside."

"We seem to have a lot of opportunities for us to get at this guy." She squints. In time the others show up. All except Eddy. Fade grinds her teeth. Man, I want to cut that guy loose. Late for the meeting. Not showing up now. Trouble.

When discussions begin...
As Razorblade cozies up to Fade on the sofa, the troll responds with an incredulous-don't-fraggin'-touch-me look, "What? Are we girlfriends?"

"For the record, I think blackmail is a bad idea." She fishes the smokes out of her pocket and looks at them, her bright blue eyes flicker to Priest and back before she puts them away. "Not only did the, uh, Johnson steer us away from it, it's complicated. I want to keep this as simple as possible."

She looks over at 'Bird, "To me that means a direct, physical attack." She fans the info on the chip out to the team. "But as you can see there. He's cybered out the wazoo." She pauses, considering her words, "I'd bet even money that his wazoo is cybered too."

At Razorblade's last suggestion...

Fade's eyebrows climb, "Whoa, that sounds an awful lot like murder. We're not being paid to kill."

Fade blinks at Priest's contingency plans on his contingency plans. I've got a lot to learn here.

"Yeah, you're right, we should have an exit stratgey too. BBO, you got anything?"

[Oracle]

"My suggestion is to do some more legwork concerning our target's personal habits. Possibly he has some private acivities between officially scheduled appointments. When we have got his full personal schedule we should look for a good place and time to get a clean shot on him, with a safe escape route for our team. A single flechette round from a sniper rifle to his shoulder should be more than enough to stop him from playing...and the risks are much easier calculated than those of a blackmailing operation."

He raises an eyebrow and seems to wait for other opinions.

[Silo]

Freebird nods in agreement with the other ork. "The Johnson noted that an injury sustained on Friday night or Saturday would be unlikely healed. Our target timeframe should focus there."

[nick012000]

Razorblade smirks at Fades incredulous question.

"A flechette round doesn't seem all that effective. Why not a gel round impregnated with something like VITAS? A guy like him would probably be able to fight it off, but not for a while."

As she throws out ideas, Razorblade continues cuddling up against Fade, letting her pheremones and magic go to work.

[Oracle]

BBO listens carefully to what Razorblade says, he seems to be a bit shocked by her suggestions...

"Keep in mind that we are not trying to kill that man. And we are also not trying to infect half of Seattle with a deadly virus. Flechette is best for this job, because it causes massive tissue damage without penetrating too deep. It also reduces the risk of injuring bystanders, because the shrapnel will not make it through his body. It doesn't work too good against heavy armor, but much better than most people expect. Besides: I don't have any VITAS soaked gelrounds. And I really hope you haven't got any..."

Damn! Is that elven hottie serious? Using biowarfare agents? Not with me chummer...

[gobogen]

This woman is the Devil. A deamon sent to us to tempt us and make us sin. The evil Seductress. Her ideas are all sick and twisted, yet I do not doubt that she could get into anyone's bed. Even mine... especially mine.

Is she trying to get it on with this ... trog?

The Priest, shocked by Razorblade's behavior, waves off his thoughts and tries to move the discussion forward, also ignoring the comment on viral weaponry, which is so ridiculous that it doesn't deserve to go on about it.

"About the idea of spending a night with the guy, I doubt that it would actually work unless we're very careful. He might be under strict surveillance, and it's also likely that they will follow you afterwards, whether you've injured him or not. That's probably where we'd have to come in anyways. We could also plan to launch an attack while you're with him and no one would suspect that you're part of the threat. Beforehand, if I had a chance to mind probe our target, we could get very useful information, in particular about deep sexual desires he might have. That and potentially other information that we could exploit.

On a separate line, we need to agree as to what kind of injury we should inflict, and that depends on the time of the attack. Earlier means greater injury. If we're close to him, cutting off or blowing away a finger from his throwing hand should do the trick."

[Silo]

"The team should have a PR guy on staff. He'd know all the schedules." Freebird looks to Razorblade, "You think you could get close enough to him...or her...and get a full schedule for the QB?"

[gobogen]

"Good idea. We could also double-check with a hacker. Anyone has a good data searching contact?

[nick012000]

Razorblade looks at Freebird.

"Sure."

[Silo]

Thursday, January 23, 2070, 00:35 hours
The Safehouse

Freebird taps a big finger on the side of his head, "Fade, do you by chance have a contact that can get you in to the practice facility to see a practice?"

He stands up and starts pacing around a bit. "It'd be great to scope that area out."

He stops, looking over at Priest, "How about we get you in to a press conference with fake credentials? Would that be enough time and the right environement to get a read on him?"

Looking back to everyone, "Anyone have a hookup on getting those credentials by morning?"

"Razorblade. You're still here? Go seduce someone with information. Surely there is some lacky with the team that will be hanging out at one of the hotel bars expensing some good drink. If he doesn't have what you need, get him to mention who would."

"BBO, what do you say about doing some scouting at the stadium? Maybe there is a good spot for a shot."

Freebird smirks a bit, "It might not be the best, but it'll get us moving. I'll start investigating our employer."

Wondering off in to the kitchen, Freebird pops a quick message to Chok:

<<I need whatever you have and are willing to part with on the man you introduced me to earlier. I'll take scraps; anything to get me started.>>

[nick012000]

When Freebird asks her why she's still here, Razorblade replies, "The next bus doesn't come for another half an hour."

[Oracle]

BBO nods. "Of course. I'll do that. But I am pretty sure that there is no such location and I don't think that the stadium would be a good place for an attempt to shoot him. Way too much security. Does anybody have a car I could use?"