IC: Extradition Options

[Cogar]

*after buy beer gore turns to Al*

Nasty habit you have there friend, that stuff will catch up with you in time ya know


**gore places a beer next to Al*

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 2319 11/5/70

"Nasty habit? All work an' no play, mi compadre, all work an' no play. 'sides, if mind-readin' snakes, sandstorms, Cambodian jailers an' toxic demons couldn't get me, these things sure as hell ain't gonna do it. An' thanks fer the brew."

[Divine Virus]

Lonely Hearts 2319 11/5/70

The persona was somthing of incredable grace, with silver and irvy liquid curves, all lost behind a could of fragmented pixels and static, so only small, vauge portions of the ihdden beauty could be seen at any given second.
It paused to consider.
I will need to follow the message, meaning I will need a track protocal...
It filtered through the memories it had accululated in its breif existance, and found a captivating one. Vauge handforms brushed some of the pixels and static off his form, and they clouded and congealed, leaving a velocipede in its place. Not the faciest Track Complex Form every threaded, indeed, he had been going for soming more along the lines of a Harly, but it would do nicely. Then he began writing in the air with his finger, and a trail of static distorion was left behind, forming the letters. Then the letters bound themselves together into a neat parcel, and and took at at tremendous speeds. peddling like a mad man, he chased the message to its destination. all the destinations...

Sebastain snapped back into the flesh, lost his balance, and promptly fell over. With obviously augments reflexes he flows right back onto the stool. He grins the Grin-of Triumph. Then he discreetly checks is ears for blood, and his grins turns sheepish at having done so.

"Ok, I have found them, the information is just filtering through."

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 2319 11/5/70

Al watches Sebastian fall to the ground and then flow back to his seat, then looks up at Gore. "And you say I got bad habits?"

[Divine Virus]

Lonely Hearts 2319 11/5/70
"whats this about bad habits?" Sebastian asks, inociently. He can't help but feel like his calf muscles should be sore, after all that peddling. The real world is a strange, strange place.

[Rokur]

Avie's pad, November 5, 2319 23:20

The A.I.s message and scans ping him back to the outskirts of Everett.

As Avenger recieves this new message, his brow furrows. Another anonymous message! What the frag!? Avenger again analyzes the message to find it's sender, and then again jacks in to the matrix and asks his agent to do another datasearch for this person.

He then turns back to his own work on the matrix, and sends Sebastian a message back saying, "Don't waste my time with frivolous messages. If we're gonna meet in an hour and a half, just wait an hour and a half to say hi next time. Patience young padawan. Patience. PS - Spoof your comm next time you send a message, I've already cross-referenced this comm with the earlier message, so I know your legit. And if we're working together, then learn to cover your trail, and spoof your comm." His persona flashing a sly grin underneath an anime-ish ninja mask and flairing hair. Avenger's Icon wears a black cloth karate gi with the sleeveless top. His eyes flare with a red glow that seems to let faint red smoke out of them. The message ends as he gives a slight bow, and ends the transmission.

[GingerKid]

The PPR, 23:19 11/05/70

"What is this?" Patch stares at the message on his Comlink. "You've got to be kidding me. Not worth turning off the trid for." I'll be talking to him in... Crap I should get going. He can wait until I get there. With that Patch heads outside and drives off towards the Lonely Hearts Club.

[Divine Virus]

Lonely Hearts, 23:19 11/05/70
"Patch is in Southern Seattle, probably not too far away" Sebastian says, looking at the AR display, "And Avenger seems to be in in Everett...the outskirts of it anyways." He then seems slightly lost and tuned out from the world for a few seconds as Sebastian composes a reply to avenger.
It wouldn't have been fare to spoof my comtrail. After all, I only sent you a message so I could get a fix on your commlink, why should I make it hard for you to do likewise?

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 2320 11/5/70

"Great job kid. Yer all over this thing." Al pauses to blow smoke out a nose that has obviously been broken a few too many times, before continuing in a voice that sounds like a corpse being dragged though a gravel quarry, "Either o' you two know anything about these other jokers? Or better yet about our would-be employer, this Crawford cop?"

[Cogar]

My self personally have never heard of the this guy, but a job is a job. albeit i prefer raiding ancient tombs for artifacts of power, but need something to pay the bills so ill most likely take this one on for some "easy" money. I need an upgrade in living, my coffin is not doing my back any good what so ever.

*Gore takes a sip of his water*

Gentlemen shall we go and sit at a table somewhere i cant be doing with all this standing up malarkey..

[Divine Virus]

Lonely Hearts 2320 11/5/70
"Sounds Good!" Sebastian delcaires, and continues as they sit down."You said you've been in tombs? AND magic? Thats really weird stuff, please, tell me some stories..." As the group falls into chatter of warstories and past runs, Sebastian, covers the rounds and the time seems to disapear....

[Kiedo]

Outside The Lonely Heart's Club - Downtown Seattle, southside - 11.5.70 2350

Gracefully reflecting close to 200 years of engineering, the sleek black Mercedes, pulled into the parking lot behind the Lonely Heart's Club. Jack Crawford, a hard man stepped out of the luxury car thinking to himself how fine a vehicle it was. It sure beats the hell outa that Patrol-1 I bought at eh auction last year.

"Did you enjoy your ride Jack," a deep voice called from seemingly no where. Jack whirled on his heels, drawing his Warhawk. When he turned around he saw that his gun was pointed right at the forehead of Davin Grey, the owner of the club, and the man who had sent him the car.

"Jeez, man you scared the hell out of me," Jack said holstering his sidearm.
"You've awfully jumpy this evening jack, worried," Grey replied in a distrubingly unshaken voice.
"No it's not that, it's just every time I have to hire guys like this, I just wonder about morality," he said. Reaching into his inside coat pocket, he pulls out a cigarette case and lighter. From the case he produces a black cigarette and lights it with the Zippo of the same color.

"This is not a place for morality Jack, if you consider what's at stake," Grey says, pulling out his own smokes.
"I know, I just can't shake this uneasy feeling I'm having. Are you sure about these guys?"
"I can only personally vouch for one of them, and that's Gore, though I must say Gerard has spoken very highly of Al, and I took a look at him when I was on the floor earlier, he looks like hell but definately trust worthy. As for the others, I can't say, we'll just have to watch and wait." Davin exhales his cigarette, and the blue grey cloud hangs in the air, slowly fading to nothing.
"You've been a good friend over the years, so I'll take your word for it, I've taken care of what you asked me to, are we good on this end," Crawford looks uneasy.
"Jack, you've nothing to fear, Debian is working overtime to handle the node personally, and Riley has cooked up some serious astral hell for anyone who cares to try and disturb you this fine evening, it's under control," he places a thick calloused hand on Jack's shoulder, "Now come, there are three of them already here, so before you hit the floor, lets have a drink."

The two men walk into the back entrance of the club, pausing only a moment to scan security clearances.

The Lonely Heart's Club - Downtown Seattle - 11.6.70 0001

Jack wasted no time finishing his drink in the back with Davin, he wasn't in a hurry but he was certainly nervous. He didn't like to think that despite the common opinion that Lonestar did whatever they wanted to whom ever they wanted, he had to rely on a group of shadowrunners to get at a target who was from his stance, untouchable.

He paused for a moment behind the bar access door to get himself together, and into the zone, which the drink he had had earlier made that much easier. He opened the door and slipped into the club.

The Lonely Heart's Club - Downtown Seattle - 11.6.70 0007

A man comes out the employees only door, he is tall, standing about 6'2", and powerfully built. Pausing only for a moment to survey the crowd, the otherwise none descript man walks to the bar says a few words to the bar tender who subtly gestures to your table, and then he turns around placing his elbows behind him on the bar, and watches the activity of the Club.

Al

[ Spoiler ]

You see the man that Gerry had descibed to you on the phone

[Cogar]

Lonely Hearts 2320 11/5/70


Well sebastion one of my more major aquisitions was a certain magical book, i was hired to find the source of an attack on a certain Mega Corp. The trail lead me and my team over to europe, france, germany and italy. It was in the 16th chapel where i found the book. I made a few enemies that day, 1 major one being the catholic faith.

The book led me to a certain elf by the name of leonardo divinci, nice chap he was solid user of the mystic arts. i handed him his book he rewarded me and we went our seperate ways.

He showed me an interesting item, along the lines of your ilk. he had created a magical "Deck". i dont understand the ins and outs of the matrix but aprently it was quite a spectacular thing, Me, Myself i dont care about technology at all. it serves its purpose and thats all i need from it

*Gore Smiles*


And what of yourself young sebastion?

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 0007 11/6/70

"Don't ever'body go eyeballin' 'im all at once now, but the big feller just sidled up ta the bar, that's the guy arranged this li'l shindig."

[Cogar]

Lonely Hearts 0007 11/6/70

*gore looks around to see who Al is talking about, his perception switches as he takes off his glasses to a magical view to see if the figure by the bar is magically active*

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 0007 11/6/70

When Gore turns to check out the man at the bar, Al minds his manners, resisting the urge to lean over and sniff the purple-coiffed troll's tasty beverage. That has freakin' gotta be vodka. No way he's drinking - the horror - water...

"Never met a lawman I could abide," pronounces AL. "Whaddaya make of 'im, big guy?"

[Cogar]

Lonely Hearts 0007 11/6/70

*Gore Looks at Al*

Well, i would use the word "Law" very lightly in this day and age, Corporations are a law unt to themselves. Lonestar is just another fish in a pond with only a few big players, but i digress. The gentleman at the bar looks like a well kept gentleman of the "law".

So Al What is your foretay? What do you Do? with regards to...*gore looks around and leans in close and whispers quietly*.. the shadows?

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 0008 11/6/70

Al's heavy eyebrows arch slightly at Gore's last couple of words, but then his cracked and fissured face is all business. "Well, I know karate. Voodoo, too," he rasps in a voice that sounds like it hurts. And then, with great generosity, "I'm gonna make myself available ta you."

[Cogar]

Lonely Hearts 0008 11/6/70

*gore Smiles*
Voooooodooo ah well all traditions of the arcane arts are welcome at my side, as for you being available, Al im NOT that kind of troll!

*Gore lets out a loud belly laugh, slapping Al on the back, then taking another big swig of water*

You say this is a bounty, anymore info you can divuldge??

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 0008 11/6/70

"Just what we already ran by ya - Star lost track o' sumun a coupla days ago during those revenoor riots. Now the Keystones need him or her or it back, an' the money's sposed to be real good."

[Cogar]

Lonely Hearts 0008 11/6/70

Real Good money eh??? now im liking that liking that alot

*finishes his water*

well i believe the next round is yours *Gore smiles*

[Divine Virus]

Lonely Hearts 0007 11/6/70
Sebastian Examines the relection of the man in a mirrior, using his cyberyes to zoom in and inspect him closely. Sebastian waits a minuet, time it exactly, and listens to what the others have to say. Sp this is the fellow, I better introduce us, since no one else seems polite enough to. Sebastian jumps up out of his chair and walks up to the man.

"Hi!" He says, extending his hand chearfully, "I'm Sebastian, and Thats Gore, and thats Al. I heard that You're the one who asked us all the come here. Well, three of us aren't here yet, but I think one of them is around Everret, and another near Southern Seattle, so it shouldn't be a long trip for him at all. It was longer for me I can tell you, but then again, everything moves so slowly here, so that might just be me. Have you noticed that everything seems to move slowly?"
Sebastian cocks his head to the side with the last question, and inhales deeply, catching his breath and he eagerly waits for a reply. On the inside he's beaming, and on the outside he is grinning more then slightly foolishly I am definatly getting better at talking to people. I talk for a long time there, which is good. or did time just go slow again and I didn't talk for long...

"Did I talk long there or in time just going slow again?" Sebastian, possibly inturuppting the man's start of the man's reply

[Cogar]

Lonely Hearts 0008 11/6/70


*Gores eyes widen, his jaw drops*

Who in the world is that guy! What is he doing?!

right then .... Well its good to know the calibur of people ill be working with.... *gore shakes his head and puts his head in his hands*

[adamu]

Lonely Hearts 0008 11/6/70


Al gives an offhand salute and brief nod to Crawford from his seat a few yards away, then turns his attention to Gore. "Well, big guy, I wun't git my tripleXLs all in a bunch. Now I cannot say I've got any experience in the sorta show I'm startin' to think this party is shapin' up ta be - but I done watched my share o' trid, and I grant'cha, that warn't hardly how this typa meetin' goes down on Shadowteam X or Lords of the Barrens, but think about it another way -
"We already seen him. Lord is my witness that Gerry cain't keep a secret any more'n a mina bird on crank, so we know he already spotted us'n. An' he knows we seen 'im, and he knows we know he knows, and so on ad infinitum, as they say in the Good Book. So when ya think about it from that sorta perspective, really, jist how moronic would it've been fer us all to sit around makin' believe that the one had not spied the other?
"So I reckon what's done is done and the kid there saved us from our own stupidity, though I wun't mind if these other fellas was here already. We gon' be workin' wit' the kid, best git up thair an' back 'im up."
Al starts to move off toward the bar, but as an afterthought comes back for his beer, and adds, "'Course that don' mean we don' keep a CLOSE eye on 'im from today on!"

[Rokur]

Avie's pad 0010 11/6/70

Avenger who had focused himself on this meet was now ready to get started. He walks out to the garage of his pad, hops on his bike and races down the streets of Seattle's high society. He whizzes his way down to about 5 blocks away from the outside of the Lonely Hearts Club, deciding to walk the rest of the way. He finds a safe place to park it, locks it down. He then walks his way to the front of the club.

Avie's pad 0040 11/6/70
Avenger walks in the front entrance of the club, not checking anything in if possible. He gives a polite nod to the boouncer, and then turns to the elven woman and says, "I'm looking for Jack Crawford."