[X] My Assistant

[Trigger]

Thursday March 6 2070
Outside Supremo Pizza and Pasta, Downtown Seattle

Holden steps out of the restaraunt, the brisk early spring air nipping at his extremities, but held away from his core by the extra layering woven into his jacket to keep the elements out. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from one of the inner pockets of his coat and lights it with a flick of mana from his fingertips, the cigarette igniting almost instantly. He leads Amok and whoever else needed a ride to his dark green Honda Spirit, a little electric three wheel car with two main seats and enough room behind them to hold someone else. Holden taps a button on his comm to unlock the car and says to the others over his shoulder, "Sorry if it is a little cramped."

Thursday March 6 2070
Noir Shoes, Northern Tacoma District

Holden pulls his tiny Spirit into the side parking lot of a ten story rise in northern Tacoma. It is located just off the main roads and doesn't stand out when compared to the other buildings around the area. He leads the group to the front door, tapping a code into his comm again to unlock the main lobby door, identifying himself as a resident. The lobby is bare except for a few run down couches and a number of plaques on the west wall. The plaques advertise the various offices and businesses located in the building, from Equilibrium's Magical Oddities, Crazy Dan's Coin Collecting, and Paper Street Soap Company to the Noir Shoes: Private Detective. Holden takes the elevator to the third floor , exiting right into the hallway and stopping at the second door on the right. The sign next to the proclaims 'Noir Shoes: Private Detective' and Holden unlocks it as well and welcomes everyone inside.

The inside of the room is straight out of a old detective trid, dark interior, old wooden desk, coat rack with a duster one of its hooks and a wide brimmed hat on top. Old style filing cabinets are on one of the walls and a couch sits against the other. A ceiling fan spins lazily from the roof, though it doesn't seem to affect the temperature at all. There is another door out of the room inbetween the filing cabinets and there a large windows looking out onto the streets below behind the desk. There is a floor to ceiling bookcase behind the desk and off against one of the walls as well, filled most of the way with books on forensics, genetics, security systems, map books, books of tactics and a smattering of old detective novels.

Holden crosses the room and sits lazily on the edge of his desk as everyone enters the room. "Welcome to the Noir Shoes."

[SoyKaf Adict]

Thursday March 6 2070
Supremo Pizza and Pasta, Downtown Seattle

McKinney follows the rest out, he would've commented on his Honda Spirit having seats as well, but everyone had rushed out of the room quickly, so he got up and filed behind them nodding with a smile to the owner of the establishment. He stepped out the door and immediately regretted existence, looking about in both directions he tried to cut the quickest path through the sea pedestrians moving as quickly as legs of ice would carry them home or wherever they were going. He notices the blue-haired woman, notices she's tall, notices she's cold, notices she's interested. Older may not have been his type, but he sure wasn't getting any farther with the Sausage Fest 2070 runnin' in the group he was now apart of, in that respect. He quirks an eyebrow as if to single out he's interested, and as she passes, he comments as he lets a stray glance look slowly down her legs.

"Now that is the nicest skirt I've ever seen, a little cold out to be wearin' it don't ya think?"

He smiles coyly as he makes a gesture offering a ride in his black Honda Spirit, and as he awaits her reply, he pulls up a chat window behind his eyes sent to Holden's Comm shortly moving a hand behind his back as if to also look like a gentleman, but to hide the movements of his hand over the non-existent keypad saying over much trial and error finding the keys...

<Busy, b there l8r.>

[Redjack]

Thursday March 6, Downtown Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime

Like the rest of the team, Simon notices the woman. Unlike most of the team he walks close enough to almost feel her body heat as he passes. He smiles and winks as he passes, not saying a word, rather letting the silent inuendoes serve instead.

Truth be told she was a little old for his taste, but he always gave points for the whole package - including animal magnitism. In the end though, she's a working girl and he's getting ready to work himself. Besides, its far more fun when there's a little chase involved and definitely more satisfying when earned rather than purchased.

After getting on to the back of Estaban's bike he holds on.

[gobogen]

Thursday March 6, Downtown Seattle

"Thanks, handsome. Glad you like it." The woman follows McKinney and gladly sits in his car, trembling a little. "That's a nice ride you got. We're going to your place?" She carresses his right shoulder and arm, and puts her head on his shoulder as he starts the car.

[Syndicate_killer]

Thursday March 6
Noir Shoes

Amok walks into the office "Chum, you slotting some Black and White era AR Sim program? It must not be working right...i've got no feed, you could have saved a bundle just AR mod'ing instead of an actual texture based enviroment." Amok stands there with a look of complete contemplation as to what's up here.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Thursday March 6
Downtown Seattle Streets, McKinney's car

"Thanks, wouldn't have it any other way darlin'."

McKinney always liked the easy ones, there was a lot less hassle, a lot less emotions, and it skipped a lot of steps towards the gratification part. As they drove towards his place, the obvious question arose.

"Gotta admit I'm no rich man, but I'm willing to put some money down for ya, how much it gonna cost me? Or are you not a workin' girl and this is true love?

He smiled at her. Waiting for her reply he thought quickly to himself, smug in his foresight of the night's future posibilities.

I always did prefer the real thing to those blasted BTLs, plus this is something I can control... Usually.

[gobogen]

Thursday March 6
Downtown Seattle Streets, McKinney's car

The girl with blue hair was making herself confortable. She was very agreeable, it seemed.
"It's true love, baby. True love at :nuyen: 40 an hour, :nuyen: 150 for a whole night, more for any extras, and those must be paid in advance of course.

You know, I have to admit that you're by far the cutest man I know. What should I be calling you, handsome?"

[SoyKaf Adict]

Thursday March 6
Downtown Seattle Streets, McKinney's car

He chuckled at her comment.

"Name's Erik, cute man extraordinaire. If it weren't for some business I have to attend to later, I'd spend myself broke on ya', so I can put at least
80 nuyen down for true love."

Thursday, March 6
"Touristville", Redmond District.

When they get to his apartment in Redmond, he takes a few seconds to transfer the cred from his comm to hers, and then shows her inside.

[gobogen]

Thursday, March 6
"Touristville", Redmond District.

McKinney's comm receives an automatic response from a third party, indicating that she is under a pimp's protection. With the transaction concluded, he was free to do as he pleased with her - as long as she doesn't get bruised in the process - for another 120 minutes.

The woman smiles when the response is received, and she comes in the apartment to take off her puffy coat. It revealed an even scantier top then her black and white skirt was. The top which is more like a bra, is assorted to the skirt and reveals a moderate cleavage. With that, it becomes obvious, however, that the woman might actually be even older than one would have thought at first, but by looking at the right areas, she could be all right.

"Tell me what you want, sexy..."

[Cthulhu449]

Esteban made a quick stop at the Stuffer Shack liquor store with his passenger, grabbing a 12 of some real beer - not that soy junk - and a fifth of decent scotch, "to celebrate when we finish this run" he told PartyTime with a smile. He wrapped everything up and drove to the apartment, rang up, and entered, dropping the purchases on a nearby table.

"Did we miss anything?" Esteban asked.

[Redjack]

Thursday March 6; Stuffer Shack, Downtown Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN = hidden

Simon follows Esteban into the stuffer shack watching his companions choices. He selects a numer of pint bottles {vodka, tequila, rum, gin, triple sec} and a cola. "We've gotta have tea time before the run." Looking at the clerk, "You got any crumpets?"

The clerk's look of, Huh? answered the question without a further word.

In response to Esteban's question, Simon grabs a bag of pretzels and says, "Only the girls. We'll have to hit the clubs for that though."

[Syndicate_killer]

Thursday March 6
Noir Shoes


Amok goes around checking out the place. Chum....he spent a small fortune on this place...for this price he could had a custom AR enviroment, that was Tech-Wiz and State Of The 'Mo-Freaking' Art.

[Redjack]

Thursday March 6; Noir Shoes
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN = hidden

When Simon and Esteban arrive at Holden's apartment, Simon fixes everyone a long island ice tea and offers a toast, "To a successful run and a safe, prosperous conclusion for us all."

He has only one drink while waiting and spends the remaining time watching the trid with everyone else until time to go.

[Trigger]

Thursday March 6; Noir Shoes
Holden Farrar; PAN = Passive

Holden welcomes the last of the group, with the exception of McKinney and his joygirl, into his home and place of business. He smiles widely at the refreshments that Simon and Esteban brought with them, cracking open a brew for himself and giving them a tour of the place. Despite the old-school appearance it has all the technical luxuries expect of a middle class dwelling, including a large holo-trid and built in virtual surround sound.

[Syndicate_killer]

Thursday March 6
Noir Shoes

Amok sits down close to the Trideo. "Hey you get all the premium channels?...probly paid to much. If you switch to basic I can spoof the main line into getting all the channels...I mean all the channels, even the......" Amok stops mid sentence as he attempts to not appear as juvenile as possible.

[Cthulhu449]

After the brief getting to know you at the flat, Esteban checked the time and realized if he wanted to get to the meet early he'd best stop drinking and start driving. Fortunately he hadn't yet done much of the former - the rest was for a successful 'run - and so he jumped on his bike and headed to the location their fixer had given them intending to arrive about 15 minutes early.

[Redjack]

Partytime calls to Esteban as he heads out towards the meet, "Mind if I catch a ride there with you?"

[Cthulhu449]

"No problemo"

[SoyKaf Adict]

Thursday March 6, 2070
"Touristville", Redmond District.

McKinney always hated BTLs, WAY too easy to get addicted to those. Perfect sex was reserved for those that could practice it, he was comfortable with "real" sex with a "real" lady. As the blue-haired girl was putting on her clothes he checked the time and jumped up, semi-startling her. He grabbed his commlink and messaged Holden.

<[EatMe] Hey, sorry kid, got caught up in the moment, you all still at the apartment or on the way to the Meet?>

He looked at the joygirl, once he was focused out of AR.

"Hey, that was great but you need to get your nice tush outta here, got business needs doin' and I need to be gettin' on my way."

As he spoke he walked around gathering up his clothes, except his boxers which he put on, throwing it all in a hamper next to his bathroom. When she was on her way out, he went to his closet sliding around clothes hung up across the bar, he found his urban explorer jumpsuit and donned it. Fit like a glove... An uncomfortable glove, maybe he shouldn't have eaten at the Shack so much. He strapped on his concealable holster and set the Skorpion in it's place, grabbing a satchel from his wardrobe he filled it with an assortment of grenades, all three of his medical kits, and some patches for general care. He grabbed his sub-vocal microphone, placing it on his neck as he walked out the door, locking it. Shouldering the satchel for the best position, he walked down the stairs to where his car was parked throwing the satchel in the back. As he drove off towards the Meet, he used one gloved hand to access directions.

[gobogen]

Thursday March 6; 20:00
Matchstick's; Downtown Seattle

It's almost 8 o'clock, time of the meeting with Mr. Johnson. You are a bit nervous but you don't let it show of course. After relaxing with your teammates this afternoon, you made it here, in this smoky joint, right in the heart of Seattle.

At the entrance, after being asked to state your business, you are let into a service room where you are asked for weapons, which will be returned to you on your way out. Walking in, you see nothing special other than a dark, private club filled with its members sitting at tables. Most of them are smoking, others are drinking as well. You hear smooth jazz music played on a small stage in the center of the large main room. Not a very exciting place, really, but the atmosphere is intimate and soothing.

You're shown to a side room especially designed for meetings like the one you are having. Inside the room, the music cannot be heard anymore, not even in the background. You suppose -rightly so - that the room is protected as much from electronic and magical intrustions as it is isolated to sound. It must be costly to reserve a room like this, and you rejoice as this means that your employer is probably going to pay you well.

A man is sitting at one end of a long board room table, and he is facing you as you enter. He's a middle aged, ordinary looking human, wearing an impeccable suit in which he seems to feel comfortable. His hands are crossed in front of him and a suitcase is set on the table close to him - the stereotypical business man. He is accompanied by a professional - and armed - orc bodyguard, standing in a corner behind him. You supppose that this is standard, or that perhaps he has special privileges that allow him to bear weapons inside this place.

The man waits for everyone to be there before talking.

Hi, my name is Mr. Johnson. Thank you for coming here tonight. As you probably know, I'm looking for a team to conduct a special operation over the next few days.

It will consist in stealing - copying - a file from the system of a light security, research facility. I have detailed information for you regarding exactly what I am looking for and the location where to find it. No damage is to be incurred to the facility or its personnel and it is preferable that you be undiscovered during your operation.

The pay would be 40k for your team, which makes 8k a piece, with half upfront and half when you can give me the file I request. If you come accross additional information that is also of interest to me, we can deal for a bonus.

Before I give you any details, I'd like to know if you want in or out. Sonic has told me that I could count on you to deliver and I'm hoping he's right. What do you say?

[Redjack]

Thursday March 6, 2070; 20:00 PST; Matchstick's; Downtown Seattle
Simon aka PartyTime; PAN=hidden [LTG]; SIN=Simon Vindicre (Not Broadcast)

As they finally have the club entrance in sight, Simon subdues his nervousness and keeps his outwards demeanor cool. One give away to his supression of his nerves is he is a little more reserved, a little quieter along the drive and as the walk towards the club.

At the entrance where they perform the weapons check Simon begins to feel around for his weapons and finally looks the checker in the face, "I must have forgotten them today...." before stepping in. He does manage to contain the big grin until after he's in the club though..

After listening to Mr Johnson's proposal, Now in the trids, this is the point where the team's face begins to haggle with the Johnson about how tough the job will be and the fact that nothing ever goes as smoothly as it seems at the onset. Looking around the room at the ugly mugs of his team mates he wonders if we're not short a face..?

[SoyKaf Adict]

Thursday March 6, 2070
Matchstick's, Downtown Seattle.

Once inside McKinney settles down, passing off his Skorpion not so lightly, but tricking the establishment would be a waste of time, hell, they were only talking. He carries his helmet under his arm, the armor he has on a dully shining black as they pass the lowly lit areas. He settles into a resting position against the wall, keeping his mind trained on the Ork a little more than the conversation. He picks up the basic and most important points.

This wageslave bizwiz lays it out like it was a fish at market. The guy seems like he knew what he's talkin' 'bout, and 8k goes a long way for my money shortage, who am I to argue?

"I'm in, 8k seems reasonable enough for some snatch and grab, or in this case, 'copy.'" Before stopping for everyone else to say their piece, he added, "Back at the Wagon we usually had some small intel of what we're going up against... And I sure as hell don't want to be geekin' civies. What's the securities get-up look like exactly?"

[gobogen]

Thursday March 6, 2070; 20:00; Matchstick's; Downtown Seattle.

"I'll give all the details when you've all told me that you're in. For now, I can tell you that the security level is pretty average, and that you're lucky enough that Saturday is one of the rare days off for the corp you'll be stealing from. If you do your job right, there should be no casulties - and I sure hope there won't be any."

Mr. Johnson sure seems to be honest on that last point when answering McKinney's question.

[Redjack]

Thursday March 6, 2070; 20:00; Matchstick's; Downtown Seattle.

This is my chance. My shot at shadowrunning.. Eight thousand.. That sounds like a good offer for my first job..
Looking around the room and then back at Mr Johnson, Simon replies, "I'm in."

[Cthulhu449]

"Seems pretty cut and dry so far, I'm in," Esteban said, nodding his head.