Up from the Bottom, Wipe Those Tears and Pass the Ammo Options

[Konsaki]

Divine Rest
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:02:12
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Passive

Gladly accepting the free meal, Angel walked along side Mr. Johnson as he started talking. Hearing him explain a little bit of the plan, she thought of a question that begged to be ask, "Um... about the others, who are they exactly? The tough woman, Sledge I guess, and the old man in the suit... Could you tell me while I eat this? I'll tell you what I know about the two trolls afterwards." With that, she opened the food package and started eating while they walked out the front doors.

[BlackHat]

Outside the Divine Rest
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:02:15
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

"That seems like a fair trade of information." began Mr. Johnson as they walked. "Fortunato is on the team by reputation - like I said, he's a mage. I don't know much about him beyond that - just that his references are good, and I needed a mage on short notice." Johnson grimaced, he really would have liked to have spent more time recruiting his "team" instead of grabbing whoever he could get, or whoever needed him more than he needed them. "Sledge, though, she's good. I've worked with her once before - on a job that went to hell - but not because of anything the two of us did. We managed to get everyone out of there, safely, though, and she was invaluable. I wouldn't say I trust her, but she has impressed me before, so I figured I'd give her another shot. She is good with explosives and other technical stuff - decent with a commlink, and she puts up a pretty good fight." Mr. Johnson couldn't help but remember when she told him she thought that she hadn't dragged Teru far enough. He understood that she couldn't have known what the hippies bombs would have done to the building (if anything), but she has definatly proven to be very single-minded in her professional attitudes both last time and again tonight. That could be good or bad for him tonight.

"For both of them, I want this to be sort of a on-the-job interview... you too, really." He smiled at the girl. "We're going to need a hacker on the team, and I've heard you're good - but consider this a good opportunity to show everyone what you can do." At the door of the taxi, he opened the door for her. Since it was an automated taxi, he added, "Now, what can you tell me about the trolls... but keep in mind that the cab has ears."

He then went around to his side and got in, while entering the address of his destination.

[Konsaki]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:02:48
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Passive

Entering in the proffered door to the cab, Angel thought about everything Mr. Johnson just said to her. ‘So I’m new to the team, just like this Fortunato guy, though he’s a mage... Sledge worked with him before though. I guess that’s good, though she seems mad about something...’, she pondered as she sat down and buckled up, then continued to eat her breakfast.
‘On the job interview, huh? He wants me to show off? What should I do, play it safe or...’, she continued as Mr. Johnson got the cab himself and it started moving. She was silent for a bit as she finished her breakfast, which she used the time to think about what to do. Finally deciding on a plan of action, she finished the last bite of the free food and bunched up the wrappers.

The red haired elf then closed her eyes and took a small breath. Focusing, she pulled up a pair of commcodes from her commlink and started the search through the matrix. After a few seconds, she felt the connection to one of them, but after a few more seconds went by, she gave up on connecting to the other one. With just a few more mental twists, she was logged onto Rocky’s commlink with the hidden Admin account she created during their earlier encounter.
Sifting through the command menus and data streams inside the troll’s commlink, Angel finally found the program she was looking for. Opening her eyes in the real world, she saw a window open up in her AR vision with a GPS location feed directly from Rocky’s commlink. Smirking a bit, she thought to herself, ‘ How’s this for an interview...’
With a few more thoughts, the girl sent out a message to all three members of the team, with her voice going through the AR view of her cyber angel avatar. <<“I have good news and bad news... The good news is I know where Rocky is right now, or at least where his commlink is. The bad news is that I cant find Cerberus’ commlink anywhere on the matrix, so no dice trying to call him. Here is Rocky’s current location, though.”>>, the pink haired cyber angel stated in the girls voice, as an address appeared on the screen. Mr. Johnson could see that Angel’s eyes were open and looking for a reaction from him, though she didn’t actually speak out loud during the entire message.

Then, without really waiting for any kind of response from the team, she commanded Rocky’s commlink to accept the incoming call she just sent to it, and it started chiming with the ‘Call Incoming’ alarm.

[pragma]

Sledge's Bike
Tuesday 8/19/70 6:03:30
Fortunato - Support Mage
PAN - Hidden

Fortunato stopped outside the door of the hotel and stared intensely at the lobby for ten seconds. Satisfied that his signatures were wiped, he walked up to the bike warily.

"Nice to meet you, Sledge. I've never actually ridden one of these before. Anything I should do other than not fall off?"

He hoped the ork woman wouldn't launch into a tirade. She seemed a bit volatile. Even so, he appreciated her taking charge, she seemed a little more shadow-savvy than the damp college student and had some good ideas about how to get this done quickly. She seemed to give the Johnson a lot of lip though; he wondered if attempted intimidation was a standard business tactic in the shadows or if the pecking order in this group was just a little weird.

After Sledge's anticipated terse remark he settled into the seat and held on for dear life as she blasted off into the night.

He was glad to be moving fast, even through it put him in mortal danger of flying into oncoming traffic; better oncoming traffic than oncoming bullets. But he was worried about their new hacker. She was just a little girl, Linda could look just like that in 10 years. The Johnson seemed to be taking good care of her, but it didn't stop Fortunato from worrying.

However, he was rudely reminded to keep his head in the game as the bike whipped around a dizzying set of corners and roared in the direction of the shadow clinic.

[BlackHat]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:02:54
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Smith noticed that the young girl's lips didn't move when her voie echoed across the matrix. He was fairly certain she wasn't wearing trodes underneither her hair - and didn't see any of that nanopaste art on her, either. Implanted commlink? Maybe, but who would do that kind of surgery on a kid? He waited silently to see if anything came from Rocky's call, but kept the cab headed towards Cerberus's hideout.

[JDragon]

Coffin Motel Somewhere in Seattle
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:02:50
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

After over an hour of tossing, turning and fighting off cramps Rocky had finally started to fall asleep. He had reflected on the nights events and hoped he didn't end up sick from all the time in the rain and sprinkers.

The incoming call didn't register with Rocky at first, he opened his eyes and tried to look around, not even sure where he was. With out thinking he reached out and grabed the comm answering the call, "What? Who is this? Do you frak'n know what time it is?"

[Konsaki]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:03:03
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Passive

"What? Who is this? Do you frak'n know what time it is?", Angel heard from Rocky's side of the line. 'Yeah, thats his voice. From the sound of it, he must have been crashing like I was... Oh, well. I'm doing you a favor.', she thought as a slight grin tweaked itself on her face.

<<"You just sound like someone just opened your coffin and shot at you with a big ass gun...">>, she said over the line and then waited a second for it to sink in. <<"Yeah, this is that girl, but stay calm. I'm just calling to thank you for helping me out but that's not all.">>, she continued before pausing again and adding Mr. Johnson's commlink to the connection.
<<"It seems like Louie is still after me, and now you two, since you guys helped me out. The good news is, it seems there is someone who wants us NOT dead even more...">>, she finished, before nodding to Mr. Johnson in the real world.

"That's Rocky on the line.", the young elf said in the physical world to Mr. Johnson. They were the first words she had spoken outloud since starting this quick digital stunt.

[BlackHat]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:03:03
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

Mr. Smith smiled when he heard Cattie's voice on his comm talking to one of the trolls, and he kept his mouth shut until he was mentioned.

<<@Angel, Rocky:: It is good to speak to you, Rocky. It will save us time - and that is one resource we do not have very much of. If you are interested, and I am certain that you are, I'm putting together a team of Shadowrunners to help you, Cerberus, and Angel with your 'common problem'.>>

A thought occured to Mr. Smith. If Angel had this commcode from before, when she met them - it was surely the same one the troll was using when he was working for the mob. He probably barely knew how to turn it on, much less change his commcode - so there was a good chance that if Louie wasn't tapping the call, he was at least tracking down the signal. He would have to be careful what he said, and what he led the troll to say - and get him out of there fast.

<<@Angel, Rocky:: Afterwards, when you're no longer wanted-men, I am in a position to offer you all employment as Shadowrunners - and that is my real objective: To form a solid team of Shadowrunners, and find them mutually benificial work in this town. This buisness with your previous employer is simply the means to an end - and it makes for a good trial-run of the new team. So, if you're interested, we're on our way to pick up Cerberus, you can meet us there. I'll forward the address.>>

Referencing his Seattle maps, he looked up 4325 E. Paloma, but gave a nearby address instead - something across the street, and that might be open at this hour.

<<@Angel, Rocky:: Questions? I wouldn't waste time, if I were you, there is only one way out of the situation you've gotten yourself into - and I'm offering it, right now....>>

[JDragon]

Coffin Motel Somewhere in Seattle
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:03:10
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

Rocky listens quietly to the girl and, then who ever it was she was with talk, quickly waking up. Taking everything they were saying in, as his body resumed its relentless torture since he would not fullfil its need for his pain killers.

As who ever this guy was finished, <<@Angel, Rocky:: Questions? I wouldn't waste time, if I were you, there is only one way out of the situation you've gotten yourself into - and I'm offering it, right now....>>

Sounding a little more normal Rocky attempts to respond, "What was your name again? I think, I missed it." Looking at the display on his comm he sees the address pop up, his mapsoft kicks in showing the meet vs his current location with a basic ETA. Taking that time in to consideration Rocky responds, "Well I'm up now and what you're talkin' about makes sense, so I'm in. I'll be there in about 45 minutes."

[BlackHat]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:03:13
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

<<@Rocky, Angel:: You can call me Mr. Johnson, for now.>>

When Rocky agrees to meet them, Mr. Johnson smiles in the physical world.

<<@Rocky, Angel:: See you then - come prepared.>>

"Looks like we just have to get Cerberus on board," Johnson said to Angel in the physical world. "Why don't you see what you can dig up on your mutual enemy, while we ride?"

[Konsaki]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:03:21
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Passive

"Here is a file filled with all I could find...", the green eyed girl replied to Mr Johnson's request, not seconds after he finished asking. As she mentally transfered the data over to his commlink, she sighed when she thought about how she broke down when her sprite grabbed the information she asked for. Shaking her head though, she looked back over at the man in the wet college hoodie sitting next to her. Taking a shaky breath, Angel continued to talk on the line after Rocky disconnected.

<<@Mr Johnson : "I know that Louie has done alot of shit that he needs to pay for, including the stuff he did to me, but I dont think I can kill him. I mean, I'm not like those two trolls, who can just fire guns at people, and then walk away like it's no big thing.>>

[BlackHat]

Taxi Cab
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:03:24
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

"Impressive," mumbles Mr. Johnson to himself when Angel sends him some data seconds after he asked for it. No one was that good, she had to be doing some digging on her own, earlier - which was good, it meant she was at least considering how she could strike back at Louie.

<<@Angel:: I understand. I don't know if I could do it either - but it has to be done. The only way this thing is going away without you three dead, is if the man, who you are a danger to, dies first.>>

<<@Angel:: I don't expect you to pull the trigger. The trolls will be able to handle that - but you're going to be key in helping them do it. We're going to need a top-notch hacker to track down Louie, and get the trolls close enough to him to do the job without every single one of his men being called in.>>

<<@Angel:: Of the three of you, you're the only one who didn't choose your fate... I think its fair that you not be asked to kill anyone to make it right. Still, we're all risking our asses to save your life, so I think its fair that you help us do it. Don't you?>>

Mr. Johnson wasn't expecting an answer. He was fine if she just thought about it.

[adamu]

Warehouse district, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:00

Traffic had been light this early in the morning, especially southbound against rush hour. With the rain mercifully abating shortly after they took off, the sun bursting through making starbursts on the wet pavement, the fast bike ride was almost pleasant, Sledge eating up highway as fast as her hog would tolerate. She still didn't have all the info she wanted, but she knew time was a factor. Crossing Green River, she'd turned off into a warehouse district in the southeast corner of Renton abutting up against Tacoma.
Paloma hadn't been hard to find. Sure, she had an AR map overlay, but the worse the neighborhood the less trustworthy the map data was, and this place was looking more forlorn by the block, so she was splitting her attention between RFID address tags and the road.
A few blocks out she'd passed a 24-hour greasy spoon called the Paloma Diner. Then, approaching the address, she'd about shaken Fortunato loose as she fishtailed to a sudden stop around a corner a block away from the target. Eyeing down the empty street she'd seen a big, blocky warehouse. Tall enough for two-plus stories, though most of it was probably open vertically - at least it likely had been once. The line of windows near the roof were all boarded up - it was supposed to look slapdash, but she knew better - too gaps between the boards. Weeds grew around what little of the perimeter there was - the building seemed to take up most of a block, a fact she confirmed by circling the place at a block's distance, viewing it from different angles.
It would have looked deserted except for three cars parked outside the service entrance.

[adamu]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:00

The cab crunched across the gravel lot that passed for a parking area in front of the blue-collar cafe. There was a healthy assortment of bikes, cars, and trucks out front - lots of guys getting their morning grease and caffeine before reporting for work in the warehouses and light industrial centers that radiated out for kilometers from this and dozens of other anonymous joints.
Safely away from any major thoroughfares, it was clearly a place that didn't get a lot of drop-in traffic.
But it was in good repair, and looked peaceful enough.

[Konsaki]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:00
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN - Passive

As the cab slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, Angel was shaken from her thoughts about the situation. What Mr Johnson had said struck a chord in her mind and set it running on the fact that she would have to help out if she ever wanted to be free of Louie. The point of the matter was that even though.Louie would have to die, she wasn't the one pulling the trigger and besides, he was trying to kill her first and she was just defending herself... or so she thought to ease her troubled conscience...
Opening the cab door, she was assaulted with the smell of the industrial factories in the area, but more so by the aromas of real food for a change, or at least cooked food. For the past few days, Angel had been living off cheap vender food or Stuffer Shack food, and while somewhat nutritious it had alot to be desired for flavor and texture.

Walking around the back side of the cab towards Mr Johnson, she watched as he climbed out himself. A breeze blew was blowing through from the bay, following the rain, and was throwing stray strands of pink and red hair into her face, which she brushed away with a free hand before running it through her hair.
"What are we doing here?", the elven girl asked the man in the college sweatshirt. Angel could pull up the location she was at easily from her commlink, but she had little idea why they were at a cafe and not some clinic like they were talking about earlier...

[BlackHat]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:03
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN - Hidden

"Keeping you safe," answered Mr. Johnson but the reality was that he was just as interested in keeping himself safe. "Cerberus still doesn't know that we're coming, and Sledge asked that you and I keep an eye open from the Matrix, while she and Fortunato go in and deal with the black clinic staff. I guess they have more experience in that sort of scene than either of us do." He smiled, his charming winning smile that he used to reassure people when things seemed to be out of control.

As if reminded of that fact, he punched in a few sentences in AR and sent them on their way through the group's shared encrypted channel.

<<@Sledge, Fortunato, Angel:: Angel and I are nearby - and ready to help out. We talked to the second troll, and he's on his way to meet us, in about 5 minutes.>>

"So, let's go get a table at this diner. I'm gonna need you online, in AR at least - so if you want something else to eat, speak up. Otherwise, if you'd rather go VR, act like you're sleeping at our table, and I'll keep an eye on you."

[Konsaki]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:21
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

As Mr. Johnson was typing out his message on his AR keyboard, the cab they just got out of slowly pulled out of the parking lot until it was on the street and then sped away towards its next fare. While this was happening, Angel was thinking about something that the man’s last comments triggered. It seemed for all the talking and thinking, she forgot to describe Cerberus nor Rocky to them, which might help keep them out of trouble… or so she hoped.
By the time the man running the show had finished typing out his message and started talking, the young elf was already walking towards the door. Hearing him though, she stopped and turned around slightly to face him. Once he was done, she replied to him in a slightly cheery tone and a small flash of a smile, “Ok, I can stay online and thanks for the offer. I think I could go for something else.”
Her tone changed a bit along with her attitude to a more serious and apologetic one as she continued, “Um… I think I forgot to describe Rocky and Cerberus to you and the others… Sorry. I can do that if you find us a table.” When she finished, she flashed a small nervous smile along with a slight shrug of her shoulders as she ran a hand though the hair on the side of her head.

<<@Mr. Johnson, Fortunato, Sledge :: “Um… I guess I should describe Rocky and Cerberus to you guys. Ok, Rocky first, I guess. He’s a big troll who is really strong. He held me at arms length off the floor for a few minutes, while talking with me. Here is a picture of what he looks like, but when I last saw him, he looked sick or something.>>, Angel sent over the commlink network, along with an attached picture of Rocky’s face from his SIN.
<<@Mr. Johnson, Fortunato, Sledge :: “Cerberus… well, he has these glowing green cyber eyes and a serious look on his face, at least that’s what I saw. He has cyber all over and carries a bag with a big gun in it. I don’t know if Sledge could use it, it’s that big. I don’t have a picture of him, but last time I saw him, he didn’t have horns or hair… He seems like the one of the two that would shoot first.>>, she continued as she dug into her mind to try and pull out any details she could remember about that chaotic event that was only a few hours ago.

[DireRadiant]

Warehouse district, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:25
Sledge
PAN - Hidden

She'd been quiet most of the ride out, concentrating on the bad roads and dealing with a passenger on the back, which caused problems like the embarrassing fishtail she'd just done. Sledge restrained herself from reaching back to check if the man was still on, but she stopped and turned her head around to speak.

"Park and ring doorcomm? 'Astral recon'? Probably better if you do the talking if we go face to face."

... and I'll be ready to bust some trog b... as usual...

Tapping her head in a signal Sledge switched to a full AR view and responded to the last message she'd gotten.

<<@Fortunato, Mr. Johnson, Angel:: 3 cars, warehouse, 2nd floor, here's a subscription for my comm, agent, bike, we're in signal range.

That other trog ready to rock? Cause if we can't move this one, we're going to have to babysit it here.

We could use the lump of trog meat in the clinic as bait for Louie.>>

[BlackHat]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:40
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN – Hidden

Mr. Johnson picked up his briefcases, and walked with Angel into the diner. She wasn't real talkative in real life, but online, she was a buzz of activity. The details on Rocky and Cerberus would be useful, and Mr. Johnson was thouroughly impressed with the little girl's usefulness thus far. Treating her to a greasy meal was about the least he could do.

When they entered, Johnson led them both back to a booth that had a window facing the road that led to the clinic. Angel sat herself opposite of him at the booth, and he put his two briefcases on the bench on his side.

As the waitress approached he smiled and said "Coffee, please, or, whatever you've got." He figured it was probably any of a number of synthetic coffee-ish compounds, but even fake coffee would get the job done. It would be warm, and keep him awake (and hopefully alert) long enough to see this team get safely together in one spot.

"Any anything for your... friend?"

Mr. Johnson smiled and almost laughed. It was clear that the waitress wasn't sure if the little girl was his kid, sister, neice, or what... but when she noticed she was elven, most of those ideas went out the window. Adam could almost hear the question she wasn't saying aloud, "What is this guy doing with that girl at this hour, at a place like this?" It was a little annoying, actually. He had wanted to keep a low profile, but at this point, he realised how much Angel was going to stick out at most places he frequented while 'on the job'.

Rather than answer, Mr. Johnson slid their shiney plastic food-stained menu across at Angel, as Sledge's next message rolled in. Turning his attention from the waitress and the little girl, he fired back a response while added the new subscription information to his commlink.

<<@Sledge, Fortunato, Angel:: Rocky hasn't checked in yet - Angel wanna call him back? He should be here soon - then watch over everyone else. As for Cerberus if he's hurt that badly, about the only thing he's going to be good for, tonight, is as bait. Still, lets try to be friendly, and see what we can do. I'll connect to your commlinks, and one of you can patch me through to him if you get him talking.>>

Turning his attention to the real world, he sees that Angel has already ordered and the waitress is collecting their menues. She's a little older than he is, but not bad looking - and she smiles at him as she takes his menu in that way that waitresses often do that makes you wonder if they actually think you're good looking, or they are just hoping for a better tip. Johnson knew he was good looking, but still didn't doubt she wanted that better tip.

[BlackHat]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:48:40
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN – Hidden

As an afterthought, he adds,

<<@Sledge, Fortunato, Angel:: Can either of you two give us eyes on the situation there?>>

[Konsaki]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:49:02
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

Angel had just finished talking on the network of commlinks the forming team had set up when the waitress approached the table. Mr. Johnson had ordered coffee of whatever substituted for it at the diner and the waitress then asked about what Angel might want. The question and following response from the male across the table from her quickly reminded her of how her elven heritage might work against her when others looked at her.
Blushing furiously at the sight of the man’s smile and hidden laughter, the young looking girl looked down at the proffered menu and sighed. After a few seconds to look it over, she looked up at the older woman and responded, “Could I have some orange juice and a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich, please?” Noting the waitress writing down the order, the elf grinned a little before looking back over at the man across from her, who she gave a frown and a glare.

She saw him, yet again, typing in mid air on his AR keyboard, but he finished before she could do anything. Seeing the message appear on her silver rimmed glasses in AR, she read it before speaking to the man over the matrix, looking into his eyes with her piercing green eyes glaring daggers.
<<@Mr. Johnson :: “I’ll call him in a minute… Let me tell you something, Johnson. Don't go treating me like a little kid... I’m seventeen, damn it!”>>, she fired off at him. A few seconds later though she flinched while her avatar slapped a hand over her face and ran it down. Mr. Johnson then heard her whisper a low, “Shit…”, in the real world.

Trying to continue on unfazed, she sent out a message to the troll who was still in transit. <<@Rocky :: “We are here waiting. Where are you?”>>, she sent over, her voice a little testy due to her last blunder.

[JDragon]

Coffin Motel Somewhere in Seattle
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:04:32
Rocky - physical adept
PAN: Hidden

As the call with the girl and "Mr. Johnson" finished Rocky tried to stretch out his cramped sore muscles, but the muscles quickly fought back and he ended up making very little progress.

He slipped out of the bed / sleeping tube to stand squeezed between the end of the bed and the door. With a little more contortion, actually made easier since his body was not letting him stand up straight he grabbed his duffle bag and threw it on the bed. With much pain and struggling it took him almost five minutes to extract himself from his suit and dress a little more casual. He opted for the one pair of denim jeans he had from gym and one of the generic t-shirts he had gotten with his new set up. He also set the concealable holster up in the small of his back with the gun fully loaded. He gather the rest of his gear putting it in pockets or his bag depending on what he thought he might need quick access to. As he popped the coffin door he stepped in the hall pulling his lined coat on and grabbed the now ever present duffle bag and hobbled down the hall.

Warehouse district, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:40:00

It had taken a little longer than he had expected for the cab to show up, but apparently they were busier this time a day or there just were not as many around. The up side was it had given him time to hit the vending machines to get something to help him stay awake and moving.

When the cab had arrived he provided the address that had been comm'ed to him and asked the driver to make it as quick as possible. The cabbie had just nodded and taken off.

The cab ride gave Rocky a little time to think, but that was limited by the cramps, sweating and over all crappy feeling. Plus the pain is his shoulder now was just a solid dull ache, which spiked if he moved wrong, which the expedited ride seemed to be causing.


Warehouse district, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:49:02

As the cab exited the freeway and started moving through the warehouses Rocky's comm started to ring again, which he answered hopefully sounding a little more alive than the call that he got starting this trip, "Yo."

<<@Rocky :: “We are here waiting. Where are you?”>>

"Cabbie just got into the warehouse district, less than 5 minutes away." With the simple answer Rocky ended the call and then as a moment of clarity came to him reached down and turned his comm off. Thinking to him self, I'll be there when I'm there damn it.


Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:52:42

Rocky had been wrong, it had only taken another three and a half minutes to get to the address he had given the cabbie, as they arrived Rocky saw it was some kinda greasy soon diner, which meant food, and his stomach responded to very loudly. The cabbie turned around trying not to laugh as he quoted the fair, "50 nuyen chummer." Rocky pulled one of the smaller rolls of bills he was carrying and pealed of the 50 for the fair plus another 50 tip, handing it over, "Thanks."

As the cabbie was counting the money Rocky extracted him self from the cab, still looking like something the cat had dragged him he closed the cab door and walked for the door. Putting all his mental power in to taking control of his body at least long enough to get through introductions with out falling over.

As he pulled the door open the smells of food over whelmed him again and his body once again made its request for food, causing several people to turn and see what had cause such a noise. Rocky just smiled as he scanned the place, looking for the girl since he didn't know what this "Mr. Johnson" looked like.

[Konsaki]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:49:12
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

<<@Johnson :: "Rocky said less than five minutes, but then the call got cut. Now I cant find his commlink anywhere on the matrix".>>, Angel sent over the network. Shrugging, she said outloud, "There is nothing I can do about it..."

[BlackHat]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:49:15
Mr. Smith - Johnson
PAN – Hidden

Mr. Johnson didn't respond to Angel's comment about being 17. He wasn't really sure how old elves looked when they were 17 - but she definatly wasn't 21. He's dated a few elves in their twenties when he was growing up, and didn't remember them being so young-looking. She seemed upset that she had let the little outburst out, and Johnson was happy enough to forget it. Reguardless of what age she was, she was definatly a child and, although she could probably teach him a thing or two about hacking, Mr. Smith planned to continue to call she shots. After all, this was 'his' job. Getting into an argument about whether or not she needs to be told what to do wasn't going to be very productive.

The news about Rocky's commlink got his attention again, though. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad that his comm cut off - but couldn't help but imagine the troll driving up right outside the diner just to be shot to pieces by mobsters. Of course, that wouldn't have cut the connection.

"Nothing to be done." replied Mr. Johnson. "Either he makes it here, or he doesn't. For now, we should focus on Sledge and Fortunato." In AR, he brought up the information that Angel gave him about Louie - hoping to find some little tid-bit that would help him appear to have a plan once the whole group was together.

[Konsaki]

Paloma Diner, Meredith, Renton
Tuesday 8/19/70 06:52:42
Angel - Technomancer - Hidden
PAN – Passive

Just after Mr. Johnson had finished talking, the waitress had returned with their orders. After thanking the woman, Angel started eating the sandwich while keeping her mind open to anything happening on the matrix. The meal itself wasn’t high quality, heck it was probably still a soy food like the instant meal she had earlier, but it tasted and felt like real food, and that ment alot.
By the time she had finished her breakfast, she noticed another cab pulling into the parking lot, just like hers had not ten minutes ago. The springs warbled around as the vehicle rocked back and forth for a second, then it raised up a few inches as a rather large individual got out. Though he was dressed in vastly different clothing than before, Angel recognized the troll from earlier in the morning. As the troll wandered into the café, the place got a little quieter than before as more than a few people turned their heads to get a look at the huge man.

<<@Johnson, Sledge, Fortunato :: “Rocky just arrived. He is walking in right now.”>>, she sent over the network, though she was sure Mr. Johnson would have figured it out on his own.