IC: Have Gun Will Travel, Game On! Options

[Callidus]

Monday, November 2nd, 2065 07:18:00 (GMT+2): Constantinople, Turkey
Strife - Heavy Weapons

"Continental eh? Not sure what cold meats we've got in but there's always Soy-Cheese." she calls over her shoulder while rumaging through the fridge "Nothing beats a full english though.... shame you can get black pudding out here, it's just not the same without it"

Putting her fruit and toast along with a selection of cheese and meats on a tray she head back out and hands most of it to Wiley. "There you go, best we can manage at the mo."

Taking a bite of apple as she sits, she continues "Well I haven't book any shuttle to the airport yet, I was going to see how we agreed to arrive first. There was some mention of seperate flights, but hey it can wait for now. Hmm, must remember to let the guards know we're going to be away too, wouldn't want someone to half-hinch our gear while we're out of the country."

[De Badd Ass]

Monday, November 2nd, 2065 07:20 (GMT+2): Constantinople, Turkey
Wiley - Rigger

"This is really good. 'Course when I said continental breakfast, I was thinking juice, coffee, and a Cheese Danish. But you knew that.

"For some reason, I can't get enthused about this trip. Must be this lovely weather we are having. I half-way feel like we should go a day early. A change of scenery might be a good thing. It's not like we are doing anything here at the moment. What do you think?"

[Callidus]

Monday, November 2nd, 2065 07:21:06 (GMT+2): Constantinople, Turkey
Strife - Heavy Weapons

"Heh, well gotta keep you boys fed or you'll tear the place apart." she says with a smile "Going a day early could be good, if the tickets let us. Will let us get a better idea of the area, although does mean a day of burning creds. Guess we'd better wait til everyone's up and get their opinions first."

[Sicarius]

Taking a break from the food do to a little research, Strife is able to learn fairly quickly that weapons laws are fairly strict in Denmark. Firearms and all edged weapons longer than 2.5 inches were considered deadly weapons and prohibited except to those in police or security fields. Stun weapons were considered legal, without a permit.

[Konsaki]

Monday, November 2nd, 2065 07:24:32 (GMT+2): Constantinople, Turkey
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

Yawning, Kitoria obviously wasnt a happy camper this morning. As she walked into the kitchen area, she silently cursed staying up until the early morning trying to pack for the coming expedition. With eyes half closed, she made her way towards the coffie like a zombie after meta-human brains, in nothing but a long oversized sky blue t-shirt.
After slowly pouring herself a cup of the glorious black necter, she leaned back against the counter and just enjoyed the feeling. After a bit, she rubbed her eyes with her free hand and murmered a greeting to everyone present before sitting down in a empty seat.

[Callidus]

Monday, November 2nd, 2065 07:30:03 (GMT+2): Constantinople, Turkey
Strife - Heavy Weapons

Giving Kitoria a while to fully wake herself Martina then looked up and seeing most of the squad about in some sembelence of wakefulness she handed over the info she'd managed to scrap of the 'trix.

"Well good morning ladies and gents, from what I've found we should be good with non-lethal gear in Denmark, but no guns, no blades more than 2.5 inches." At this she holds up a breakfast knife "That's about this size in case imperial is tricky.... I know I can't ever manage metric." and grins at them. "Anyway I guess we're pretty much set I'd suggest everyone finish off what shopping and so they need and we'll get ready for the flights whenever Pete's got us booked in."

[Sicarius]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:35:03 (GMT+1): Copehagen, Denmark

The Mercs stepped outside of the airport baggage pick up area into the cool, but smoggy Copenhagen air. Hundreds of busy travels of all national origins jostled back and forth, getting into or out of cabs, Hauling bags, waiting for rides, or getting a desperate illicit smoke in before having to reboard. Through the crowd roamed the black clad, Tyr Security, machine pistols dangling from shoulder slings, as they scanned the crowd through helmet visors, looking for trouble makers. Two of the Tyr guards are speaking with each other in Danish, when behind them, the team spots a chauffeur holding up a scrolling digital sign which reads: "ATT:Smyte party". The chauffeur is leaning up against a long black Rolls-Royce limo, and scanning the crowd behind mirrored shades.

[De Badd Ass]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:35:30 (GMT+1): Copehagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

"That chauffeur won't leave without us", Wiley explains as he ducks into one of the shops along the concourse, looking to buy a Danish language linguasoft.

[Sicarius]

Inside the terminal Wiley sees a small kiosk. two or three people are in line, purchasing sodas and knick-knacks. Hanging behind the bored looking young female Ork attendant is a two-pack Danish Lingua-soft and a Copehagen Data-soft featuring a map with tourist attractions featured. The pack goes for 500 yen.

[De Badd Ass]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:40 (GMT+1): Copehagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Wiley pulls out a certified credstick, and points it a the bubble pack containing the 'softs. After completing the transaction, he opens the pack, and slots the linguasoft into a datajack.

Wiley returns to the group. "Jeg har det fint".

[Callidus]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:50 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

"Good move Wiley, guess you're now the interpreter." she says with a smile for the rigger. "Okay, everyone grab anything you need and then it looks like our ride is here and it wouldn't pay to leave them hanging too long."

[DireRadiant]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:51 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Phoenix Shaman

Coming out of the Duty Free shop Smoke struggled momentarily with the pair of six packs of sample beer bottles. Strapping them to the top of his rolling suitcase fixed the problem and he grinned as he met with the others.

"Came with some coupons for a couple micro brews."

Pulling one out at random he pulled the cooling tab and admired the frost forming on the bottle before sipping. "Help yourselves."

[Konsaki]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:51 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

"Isn't a bit early to be drinking it up, Smoke?", the elven woman asked as she adjusted her long coat. "We might need you sober if something goes wrong. Though, I really hope nothing does...", she continued as she moved on to making her gloves were snug and strapped tightly.
Looking over at the scrolling sign and the vehicle behind it, Kitoria smiled a bit and mused, "At least we will be riding in style, if only for the meet."

[De Badd Ass]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 13:51:20 (GMT+1): Copehagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Wiley starts to reply, stops, and takes a few deep breaths. He decides to let that dig go by, and not let it spoil his day. Muttering under his breath, he takes off for the limo, towing his bag behind him.

[Sicarius]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:41:20 (GMT+1): Copehagen, Denmark

The driver of the Rolls-Royce smiles as the group approaches.

"Welcome to Denmark." He opens the door so the team get in, before moving to the rear of the car and putting their luggage inside the trunk.

Once the team was piled inside the car, the driver shut the door behind them, and got behind the wheel, shortly there after the ride was underway. A screen of glass, likely bulletproof, seperates the driver from his guests. a touchpad intercom is on the right side door handle.

"Again, welcome to Denmark and to Copenhagen. I've been instructed to tell you
that we are headed to the free city of Christiania, not quite an hour from here. When we arrive you will need an... appropriate identification to enter. My employer will be inside the city waiting for you.

The ride is quiet, the driver answers any questions with an noncommittal, "I'm sure my employer will explain in more detail." After perhaps 50 mintues of driving, they find themselves at a military style check point. A security guard in the same black uniform of the TYR security at the airport is stopping each car, interrogating the owners, and then waving them through. Behind him an armored personnel carrier is parked off to left side, two similarly uniformed men sit on top of it. Another four armed men are visible inside a guardhouse off to the right side.

The limo approaches and the driver rolls the windows down.

"Are you buying or selling?" the guard asks the driver.

"Buying." the driver replies as he hands over a credstick. The guard scans it, and than hand its back.

"Gentlemen, ladies, may I see your identification please?" The guard asks, standing at the left passenger side window, hand outstretched.

[Callidus]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:42:05 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

Hmm, fake id or real.... hell it's no secret me coming here and not sure the fake's will holdup....

Digging in her pocket for a second she pulls out a credstick and holds it out to the guard. "Here you go, hun, kinda cold today isn't it?"

[De Badd Ass]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:42:12 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Wiley flexes his fingers like a Jedi while muttering under his breath, then waits a few seconds. When the guard doesn't respond, Wiley reaches into a pocket with a sigh, and produces his SIN.

[Konsaki]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:42:15 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

'I hope this pulls through...', the elven woman thinks to herself as she slowly pulls out her credstick and hands it to the guard after the dwarven rigger.

[DireRadiant]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:42:15 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Phoenix Shaman

Amused at the fruitless finger wiggling, Smoke, pulls the tab on one of his sampler beer bottles and taps Wiley on the shoulder with it offering it to him with a grin. "I'll have to try it with the finger wiggling some time."

Still grinning he hands over his Julio Chavez cover to be passed to the guard.

[Sicarius]

The Security Officer watches "Julio" open another beer.

"Sir, are you aware that it is a violation of the law to have an open alcoholic beverage inside a conveyance?" He is offering a regulation issue frown, his index finger taps out a rhythm on the grip of the machine pistol. "I'll have to ask you to surrender the beverages. And consider this a warning Mr.Chavez."

[DireRadiant]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:42:32 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Phoenix Shaman

"Aww, sorry dude." Smoke shakes his head in disappointment as he retracts the coolling opened beer bottle from his friend and hands it out the window.

"Do you want these too?" he asks, holding out the remaining unopened bottles to the Security Officer.

[Sicarius]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:42:32 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
The security officer takes the opened bottles, and his frown gets deeper. "no. but please wait until you're no longer in the vehicle before opening your next one." Having checked the remainder of the IDs, he waves the car through the check-point.

As they pass through an archway, they see a small metallic sign, similar to what you see on the highway, which reads "Welcome to the Free Trade City of Christiania. No Sentient Beings, Meta-Human Organs or articles in violation of the UN Chemical Weapons Convention, Biological Weapons Convention, or Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, may be sold."


The Mercs can see stall after stall set up with hawkers offering everything from optical chips and cyberdecks, to a red-bearded dwarf who is sitting on top of a German made Panzer. Another dealer has row after row of Mil-spec weapons, and the boxes of ammo to go with them.

A human female, the left side of her head shave, sits in a lawn chair beneath a sign that says: "ICE: Doesn't Get Any Blacker... Inquire Within."

Finally they come to a parking lot which stretches on for approximately 3 blocks. The driver parks his vehicle in an open space, where a human male, in his mid-30s, in a conservative cut gray suit is standing. He had a solid metal briefcase clutched by the handle with both hands, and is smiling widely.

The driver opens the rear door for him, and he slides in beside Strife, smiling as the limo gets a little more crowded.

"Good afternoon." He says, in that english accent only used by the well taught european types. "My name is Mr.Andersen. I appreciate your answering my message." He clicks a button on the briefcase, which begins making a humming noise...

"Are there any questions before we begin?"

[Callidus]

Tuesday, Novembet 3rd, 2065 14:45:34 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

Sighing resignedly at Smoke's reprimand but knowing better than to comment or even to expect less from the mage. Hehe, same ol' Smoke nice to see somethings never change.

As the limo moves on Strife runs an appreciative eye over at least some of the merchandise. Hmmm, see they've managed to get hold of the newer Stoner-Ares GPHMGs... silly name... general purpose HMG? sure they realise that an HMG's purpose is very well defined. Ooo, MLS.... hmm bit heavy for personnal use in my opinion but good for a pindle mount... wonder if they have armour somewhere..... Might be worth the hassle of getting it shipped out if this job pays out well and goes smooth.

As the limo pulls over to let in Mr.Andersen, she shuffles over slightly to make room, in a fairly unobtrusive way so as not to look like she doesn't want to sit next to the employer. And as the door opens and he gets in she smiles at him graciously. Hearing the whine of the white noise kick in she's comforted as the employer obviously doesn't want to be overheard and so the pitch is coming.

[Konsaki]

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:45:13 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

Sitting in the rear facing seats in the passenger portion of the limo, Kitoria had full view of the entrance Mr. Anderson. She mentally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him speak in plain english, though with an obvious European accent. 'This should make things a lot easier, for all people involved.', she told herself as she smiled back at the older man.

"Good afternoon, Mr Anderson. My name is Shadow Kat and it is an honor to meet under these circumstances. I cant tell you the last time I've rode in a limousine as luxurious as this one is.", her southern accent subdued but still there in her response. She then continued by introducing the rest of the gathered team, using each person's callsign, motioning towards each with one of her gloved hands. When she finished, she folded her hands across her lap and smiled again as she waited for the Johnson to continue.

[Sicarius]

"A quarter of a million nuyen is the offer." Says Andersen as soon as he is sure he has everyone's attention. He gauges their reaction to the offer before continuing, "The Asante Nation, Africa. It's ruled by King Osei Agyemangof. He has a very unenlightened view of modern business. The Asante Nation has always been this way. While this has been a negative for the standard of living of the good Asante people, it is something of a positive for us, since many of the mineral resources which were snapped up in the rush, have not been developed there. We have found a party of individuals interested in reforming the Asante government, instilling good representative government, and strong pro-business concerns. This party has good representation in the Asante army, and can expect support from the people. However, things can often be disordered, particularly when a country has not had an exchange of political power in several decades. When conducting such a power exchange, it is considered typical to... secure the former ruler, until such time as the situation is under control. This will be the job of your team. Because of the particulars of the Asante belief system, our friends cannot afford to be seen to have physically... inconvinenced the King. However, if... outsiders were to commit the act, than it would make sense for the military to take to the streets and secure order." He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"So... your objectives will be to either terminate or detain King Osei. Then serve as a force multipler as needed to secure the success of the take over of government by our friends. Do you agree?"