IC: Extradition Options

[Kiedo]

Al

Him again, great, well he thinks he's god's gift to the sewers so I guess I can over charge him again.

"What can I do for you omae," he asks with only a slight hint of mocking contempt.

[Rokur]

As Avie gets in the car, he says, "Well, seems our new mate Raven is a drinker, so I thought that it might help turn the tide on our talks."

[Divine Virus]

Sebastian whispers to Al as they approuch "I'll follow your lead, since I'm not good at this kind of thing."

"What can I do for you omae,"
"I'm Sebastian! and I also have money, but I haven';t been here before. and I have everything I need, thanks." Sebastian has his backpack on, fully loaded. his Igram smartgun X is in the waterproof case, which is in turn rolled up in the winter camo, and then shoved in the backback. the Ammo box is rolled up in Sebastian's spare cloths and shoved in a quadruple layed plastic grocery bag.
He is smiling. of course

[Kiedo]

"So I'm guessing you here to...um...sell me girl scout cookies then, is it," he asks chuckling at his own cliched sense of humor, wondering himself what was going through the kid's head.

"Well you need something, fine, if not, why don't you just move along."

[adamu]

Dock 27 1134 11/6/70

"Now friend, you gon' talk thattaway ta my chummer here - who meant you no harm nor offense in any manner whatsoever - well, you gon' talk that way you best have a smile on yer face.
"Now it so happens I DO need somethin' - a troll-sized extendable riot shield, ta be exact, an a set o' lock picks, er, NOT troll-sized if'n ya please. An we need 'em 'fore sundown. Now what'll that set us back?"
Turning to Sebastian, Al queries - "Ya don' need them bullits we wuz talkin' 'bout?"

[GingerKid]

"Eh, We're meeting Raven in a bar anyway. Wouldn't want to ruffle feathers on the docks by bringing our own booze into an establishment down there."

Patch speeds off to the Fisherman's Warf.

Fisherman's Warf 0930 11/6/70

"Well doesn't this place look pleasant." Patch walks into the Fisherman's Warf expecting it to be a complete dive. Just inside the door he turns to Avie and whispers, "So which one is Raven?"

[Rokur]

Fisherman's Wharf 0930 11/6/70

"I honestly don't know, and between the amerinds, and the other runners, I've met too many Ravens to do a quick Matrix search. But I think I know one way to find out." Avenger motions to Patch to have him follow as the human sits down at a table and calls over the nearest waitress.

Once she comes over he asks, "Do you know who Raven is?" He flashes her about 50 :nuyen: cash for the answer. "Tell him we'd like to buy him a drink."

[Kiedo]

Al and Sebastian

Dock 27 11.7.70 1135

"Ah, yes an extendable riot shield, a particularly interesting piece of hardware, I think I might have on in the warehouse, and for your lock picks I've got those right here," he pats his coat pocket. "Can charge you the going street price for the set, since I know your good for the cash and I've made a bit of money off you, so we'll say 250 for those," he pauses looking like he's making a mental calculation," and we'll call it an even 450 for the troll sized extendable riot shield."

"As I said I've got the lock picks on me, thier new, and I can get the shield for you in about an hour, you can pick it up here, or I can drop it off for you somewhere."

Avenger and Patch
Fisherman's Warf 11.7.70 0935

"E's over there," she says extending her hand for the money.

The man know as Raven sits quietly at the bar. He is human, with vitually no cyber, save a cybernetic arm, and looks like he's lost more bar room brawls than he's won. But this is not to say the man didn't look tough, his skin was leathery and calloused, he was covered in large scars including one that runs from the top of his forehead, down to the bottom of his chin, right through his left eye. He wears no eye patch over the hole were his left eye used to be, which leaves a deep black hole in his face. His other eye was a brilliant blue that blazed with madness. He looked just crazy enough to take big risks but sane enough to survive. Sitting next to him was a young woman who seemed to be talking with him about something. She was fair, and looked very familiar to both Avenger and Patch

[Rokur]

"Thanks for the tip, but would you mind asking him and his friend to join us at the table? Tell him we're paying for the drinks."

[adamu]

Dock 27 1135 11/6/70

When Sebastian shakes his head in the negative, Al grunts, "Done an' done. Reckon I'll pay ya now, take the picks, an' head up ta Dirty Dick's over by Dock 23 an' wait fer yer guy ta show with the shield." Al sends Flash Y400 from his commlink, and then hands over a Y100 certified credstick and Y200 cash, then extends his hideously burned right hand - "Pleasure doin' bizniss wi'tcha once again.
"C'mon kid, yer buyin'."
As they walk the several dreary blocks to Dirty Dick's, Al secretes his new lock picks in the handle of his knife.

Dirty Dick's Fine Food and Spirits 1145 11/6/70

The raw wood plank flooring of Dirty Dick's has enough cracks and crevices that the piss and puke of its besotted patrons can never really be cleaned away, and the resultant stench is almost enough to gag most people, but neither Al nor the hairy collection of human and ork longshoremen and sailors seem to notice. Once they have staked out a pair of gunfighter seats in the corner and have big plastic steins of watered down Grolsch Draft in front of them, Al sends a text message to Gore, Patch, and Avenger - Our preparations complete - good to go by 1300 - already near docks with gear - 10-4 1900 at dock 3. Gore, you owe me Y50.
Stowing the commlink, Al pulls out a deck of cards - "Ya play poker, kid?"

[Divine Virus]

"I haven't, but I can learn..." Sebastian says, pulling up a pocker manual, are shareware poker aids from the Matrix. The information scrolls past his cybereyes and he tries to soak it all in.

[adamu]

"Well here we go then," Al growls, shuffling the deck faster than the eye can follow. "Seein' as how this's yer first time an' all, we won't play fer no stakes till ya got the hang of it."
Once Al realizes that Sebastian already knows all the official rules, he starts to teach him ways to cheat by palming cards or manipulating the shuffle, explaining that "It ain't no proper thing ta do to a chummer, but ya ain't always playin' yer chummers, now are ya?"
After about half an hour, Al says, "You'll fergive me fer askin', kid, but is you speakin' English offa chip? Makes no diff'rence ta me nohows - jist wonderin' if yer from 'round these parts or whut, seein's how yer so damn smart 'bout some things but, uh, well, a bit off yer game, shall we say, in others."

[Divine Virus]

"Err... well... about poker, I got information coming from the matrix, its telling me the rules. And a program tell me the odds of getting certain hands depending on what i currently have, plus I can watch your body tempurature with these eyes, and that tells me a lot, things that don't show in your body language... and umm... no. I'm not from around here," Sebastian finally manages

[adamu]

Al purses his lips and cocks his head in brief contemplation of Sebastian's reply, then starts nodding and quietly concedes, "Fair 'nuff, fair 'nuff," and then in a more characteristically boisterous growl, "HELL - 'tain't my place ta pry anyhow. I got no complaint wi'thca kid, none a'tall."
A few hands later - "I heard o' lots o' guys usin' headware ta crunch odds - nathcerly pro joints don't allow it - but that thermo stuff...my body really heat up if I got good cards?"

[Kiedo]

Avenger and Patch

Fisherman's Warf 11.7.70 0940

The waitress, who looks like she'd seen much better days, walked casually over to Raven and his lady, telling them something that's inaudible in the crowded bar. It was nearly ten in the morning but the party never stopped around these parts. The pair stand, walking over to the table at which the two beconing strangers sat, and made thier introductions.

"They call me Raven, you k'n call me cap'n if ya like, but raven's just fine wit me," he sits down, "oh we'res muh mannors, this here's Vivian, she goes by thu name Vivi."

His one remaining eye seems to look both of you up and down at the same time, you never realize how much of a refrence two eyes gives you as to which way a person is looking until you see someone with one.

"Now since you boys are buyin' I've already taken the liberty of addin' my tab ta yours, cheers," he says "boys" so that it sounds like "buys".

"I spose you fellah have a job fer me and one a you's is the one I talked to earlier, so what due ya need from ol' raven and crew?"

Al and Sebastian

Dirty Dick's Fine Food and Spirits 11.7.70 1230

A man walks into the bar holding a large flower box. He walks nodescriptly to the bar, asks the bar tender a question, then walks to your table.

"I've got a package for you, it's gift wrapped for easy transport."

[Divine Virus]

"Not so much good cards as.... Lets say when you are bluffing. If it looks like I am about to call your bluff or fold, there is just enough suspense that your body tempuration... shitfs. If you aren't bluffing then there is no change. Other little mannerisms. Like your tounge is slightly warmer then the rest of your mouth, so I can't faintly see what its doing inside, your mouth, and there are some patterns there. Plus I can film every plan you make, play it back again and cross anaylze for patterns... if I want to cheat I can zoom in on your eyes, and then when you glance at your cards take a picture of them reflected in your eyes, so I know what cards you have... lots of little tricks like that." Sebastian explains. He seems to find great joy in doing so, not so much as for winning, but rather the souce of his enjoyments seems to be in finding and exploiting faults in the game.

[adamu]

Dirty Dick's Fine Food and Spirits 1229 11/6/70

Sebastian's reply launches Al into a seemingly uncontrollable fit of wet, gurgling coughs. Damn, these shadowrunners is sumthin' else! "Consarn it, boy, fer somun ain't never played before you done picked this li'l ol' pastime up righteous quick. Took to it like a barn cat ta varmints. Here I am playin' the cards, an' yore playin' me! Gon' hafta watch myself a damn sight closer frum..." Al stops in mid-sentence as a non-descript man approaches.

"I've got a package for you. It's gift-wrapped for easy transport."

"Well that's right thoughtful of ya, friend," Al says, accepting the package. "Much obliged ta yew and yer boss." It occurs to Al to tip the man, but then he remembers that that would mean eating nothing but soykrill until Gore paid him back, and it was getting on towards dinnertime. So he simply turns back to Sebastian, ignoring the fellow, and reshuffles the cards.

[Rokur]

Fisherman's Warf 11.7.70 0941

"Yes indeed. We do need your services. I'm the man that called you, and let's just say we have a mutual friend. Call me Alpha, and if you don't mind, we'll dispense with the pleasantries. We need transport down to CFS lands, unnoticed. Cargo is us, 3 more people, and some personal gear. You think you got something that can handle that?" Avenger tries his hardest not to completely stare at the black hole in his face as he talks to the man. He also looks the lady up and down and wonders why she looks familiar. He takes a snapshot of the both with his cybereyes and e-mails it to his "home" account which is rerouted through plenty of others.

[Kiedo]

Avenger and Patch

"Aye, I can do that, ya say five people and some gear, anything that's lible ta get us in trouble, Mr. Alpha, and also what were you thinking in the way of compensation?" The swarthy old sea dog, leans back in his chair and russles some mucus up from the back of his throat, spitting it uncerimoniously onto the hard synth-wood floor.

[Rokur]

"Trouble? Highly unlikely. We'll be packing some working gear on this trip, if you know what I mean, but nothing traceable or being hunted. But we will actually make it very easy for you and prepare shipping papers or a working visa for legal transport under the radar, docking, and unloading of cargo. Unfortunately there's not a large market for boat rentals of this size, so you were our next choice. Basically all we need is for you to drive your boat, and we should take care of the rest. How's 2500 sound? That's 500 a head for the long taxi ride. Now if you're operating an unregistered boat that has to fly under the radar... this may pose a problem, and I hope you would be professional enough to understand that we may have to pursue other venues."

[Divine Virus]

"You know..." Sebastian says after another few hands, "I think I've got a pretty good lock on the Ace of Spades with my smartlink...."

[adamu]

"Weeeeeellll now," Al throatily chuckles, rising delightedly to his new friend's challenge, "You done showed me some stuff so far, no doubt about that. An' I'm all for it, bein' as I know you never gon' use such gimmicks on a chummer in a real game, but ol' Al thinks ya may jist be gittin' a mite big fer yer britches there, boy."
As he speaks, he is shuffling the cards with remarkable dexterity, and then suddenly lays down the deck and spreads the cards in a smooth line across the table. "Awright, kid, you find that ace o' spades an' I'll keep alla yer weapons spotless clean fer a year!" As Sebastian opens his mouth to reply, however, Al holds up a hand of caution - "But if'n ya miss, you'll be buyin' the beer till we got the li'l missy under wraps an' is rich an' happy back here in tha Emerald City."

[Divine Virus]

"Deal, on one condition," Sebastian doesn't hesitate for a second, "I said I got a pretty good lock not perfect, so if its within 2 card of the one I pick, its still counts, Deal?"

[adamu]

Hrrm. Who knows what all those new-fangled cyber gadgets can do? Maybe I should....naaaaaah. "Yer on, kid. Fire away!"

[Kiedo]

Avenger and Patch

"Well that's almost the cost of fuel for a decent trip, an' just where were you boys planing on Ol' Raven takin' ya."