IC: Down in the Puyallups with Team #1, Where is Spencer? Options

[Trigger]

19:07; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Tigger looked at the large troll who had just taken a seat next to him as if he were crazy. Then his eye caught a glimpse of AK 97 and the combat axe and he decided that the bloody troll could sit wherever he pleased.

Then the troll offered him a drink...Something ain't right about this....maybe he is Spencer and maybe he ain't but I ain't going to make no mistakes with this one....

Tigger leaned back on his stool a little, feinting readjusting his seat to get better grip under his feet, and answered the hulking troll with a simple, "A Rum & Cola," and a friendly smile.

[gobogen]

19:08; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Rex saw that the kid was smiling at him and looking all innocent. What's with the strange moves and Betty's warning about him being quick on his feet. Was he getting ready to jump at his throat right now, or just get the hell out of the bar? Rex couldn't tell but he sure didn't like the uncertainty he felt when interacting with this guy.

Wonder what this guy wants with Spencer. I need to find out if he's a threat or not, but how can I do this without bringing attention on me... For now everything seems to be going all right, but a kid who has something to prove probably means no good. And is this a human or an ork anyway?

Rex had unanswered questions and no time to think. He had to follow his gut and he was good at that. For now he'd just start with small talk, but he'd quickly bring the conversation towards the package.

"Hey kid, I'm an old timer around here and I've never seen you around. I don't like new faces but I can make an exception for you. Name's Rex. What's your name and what brings you here tonight?" And Rex extands a friendly hand towards him.

[Trigger]

19:08; Mall Office, Crime Mall

He is quick on the kill, bringing the conversation into friendly territory as quick as possible...probably wants to gleen something from me, hence the free drink and all....well I'll bite for now.

Tigger recieves the troll's hand and gives it a quick but friendly shake and then he takes a small sip from his drink before answering, "I'm Tigger, nice to meet you Rex. I have been around the Mall a time or two before, ain't caused no trouble yet so you don't gotta be worrying about me. I am just a courier, delivering whats needs to be delivered to the people that need it. I am just here on business, ya know?" Tigger laid on the slightly naive child bit, trying to come off as less experienced than he actually is to the towering Troll.

[Redjack]

Rex & Tigger: 19:07; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Smokey Joe serves up the drinks and starts you a tab in AR. (( 10 :nuyen: )) He then moves back to other customers.

[gobogen]

19:09; Mall Office, Crime Mall

"Nice to meet ya, Tigger. Rex takes a quick sip from his bright yellow drink. "Thanks Joe, very good."

Even though he seems quite laid back, Rex is actually trying to figure out what's up with this guy, thinking fast. "Yah know kid, you do look like a courrier to me, I buy that. Means you prolly got something special in that package of yours. I won't ask what's in it, but I have a good reason to believe that I can help you regarding who you have to give it to. We're all here on business ya know."

If he's a threat he'll move now. If he's safe, he'll probably just inquire. This is the moment of truth. Adrenaline is pumping into his veins, his eyes following every movement of the man sitting next to him.

[Trigger]

19:09; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Keep it cool boyo, no reason to panic....he could be Spencer for all I know...stay calm...

Tigger takes another sip of his drink as he quickly reviews the layout of the bar in his head, planning for any trouble. After a second he sets the cup back down and answers Rex with a smile, "I should look like a bloody courier, been doing it for years. And I couldn't answer you even if I wanted to, I don't know what is in the bag, I don't ask questions like that, I'm just a transporter ya know. I gotsta deliver this bag to a coyote named Spencer, I was told to meet him here."

Tigger watches very closely for any hostile sign for the troll sitting next to him, ready to slide backwards into snake style and then either fight the troll, something he really didn't feel up for, or make a mad dash out of the bar to get better positioning and get the frag away. That combat axe doesn't look very appeasing right now.

[HeySparky]

Saturday March 1, 2070; 19:13; Inside the Van
Grayson; PAN = passive; SIN = Greer Wayne Jaspers

Grit pecks at the windshield as the two runners make their way to the Mall. Grayson scratches at the stubble just in front of his ear, a mannerism of his own, not Greer's. Wonder if Kilroy knew I'd be hard-up enough by now that I'd head to the Mall at the first chance? Probably just a coincidence. He snorts quietly.

At Jake's text, he shifts in his seat and adjusts his freshly wiped-down respirator. He cuts his eyes over at Jake and back. Grayson didn't like discussing about Kilroy by name, even abbreviated.

<[GWJaspers] My only instructions were to meet you. Guess we'll hear more soon.>

He checks the van's progress toward Puyallup on the AR display on his contacts. He dials in their current location manually because he'd got the security protocols on his comm tuned to not allow his 'link to automatically push his physical location to the Matrix. While running in passive mode, at least.

[kvasac]

Saturday March 1, 2070; 19:13; Inside the Van, en route to Crime Mall

Jake keeps quiet for the rest of the trip loading up old 'Speed' song to play in the background.
Once they arrive he will wait for Grayson to disembark before taking several packs of wet tissues and new can of anti sept spray with him, leaving his microfly drones to hover around vehicle and keep watch and one of the dobermans on the stanby.

[Storm]

Whisper: 19:13; 1st Floor Food Court, Crime Mall

"Nope. Kilroy hasn't set me up with anything yet. Kinda makin me nervous though. I don't wanna rush things but I wanna make sure he hasn't forgotten about me." Whisper straightens up and begins to eat her food. "So, any goods rumors going around?" She asks as she takes another visual sweep of the Food Court.

[gobogen]

19:09; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Rex stares at the kid for a good five seconds. The tension is very high and he feels the electricity in the air. Suddently the big troll bursts into laughter loudly.

"You had me worried for a moment there, chummer. And you thought I was going to fight you, huh? Hahaha."

Rex takes a sip before explaining himself. See I'm working for the man you're looking for and I was just told that you were asking about him all over the place. Fortunately, your story holds and I believe you. I'll keep an eye on you but it's nothing to worry about chum, I won't cut off your legs tonight."

The troll is visibly amused about the confusion that took place. Rex feels more at ease now, but he's still not too sure about the true intentions of this kid. Hopefully he didn't get fooled, and the ork is actually here for the reason claimed.

[Redjack]

Jake & Grayson; 19:35; East Parking Lot, Crime Mall

Following the gang markers you parking the van and slot them the parking fee (( 50 :nuyen: )) before entering the mall. A pair of orks are taking over for a troll and she is verbally thrashing them for being late.

Welcome to the Crime Mall.

[kvasac]

Saturday March 1, 2070; 19:40; Crime Mall

Jake makes his way through the crowd in the Mall and straight to office. He tries not to touch anything or anyone along the way. He quickens his pace as he feel dirt and bacteria sticking on to him..

[Redjack]

Jake & Grayson; 19:40; First Floor, Crime Mall

Somedays Kilroy can be a pain. When he wants to find you, he always seems to find you. When you want him, you seem to have to wait. Today is no exception.

[ Spoiler ]

He said, "Go to the Mall. I'm working a few gigs and I think they'll come together at the Mall. I'll let you know."

Luckily, its early enough in the evening that while there are quite a few people here, it is not packed. Just the need to dodge an occational sneeze, avoid being rubbed by a passing ganger who looks like he hasn't bathed yet this year... not to mention the dirt on the floors or the contaminants in the air..

[Thanee]

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 19:06; Mall Office, Crime Mall
Aeryn; PAN = passive [LTG, Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore (not broadcast)

"Vodka lemon ice, please. And one of those sandwiches."

Leaning back in her chair, Aeryn began to relax. Looking around she could not help but spot the rather big troll running around with a whole arsenal of weapons. Hope that one isn't going to start any trouble... she thinks, but then shrugs it off, realizing, that she has seen the troll a few times before. Weapons also were a rather common sight in here, and so far the organisation has been able to keep the fighting to a minimum. There probably wasn't anything to worry about.

As her drink arrives, the elf takes only a small sip and then waits for the meal.

[Syndicate_killer]

Saturday March 1, 2070 19:ish
Crime Mall parking

DJ falls into line behind a few vehicles as they jockey for a position in. Making his way in by inches as the Lifters check everyone in at the toll until it's DJ'S turn. DJ looks at the ork with an impassive face..the best he can put on anyways. The ork checks him out, colors and all...normally a terrible offense to flash your colors on anothers turf but, two things are paramount here....the Lifters are here to make yen and, oh yeah the Ancients claim all of the metroplex as their own in one fashion or the other.

[Redjack]

Death Jester: 19:12; Bike Parking entrance, Crime Mall

After parking your bike and heading towards the entrance to the Mall, the pair of IBMs (( Italian Business Men - aka mafia soldiers )) watching the entrance from the bike parking area perk up as you approach. One of them speaks up, bursting your bubble about the respect your colors bring, "Yo zipperhead! Loose the colors!"

[Trigger]

19:20; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Tigger nearly freaked out when the large troll burst into laughter but he joined after figuring out what was happening. The troll was here for the same guy as him, so there were no problems....that made things much more relaxing. After settling back down he offered to buy Rex another drink and started up some real conversation with the bodyguard, talking about former jobs and runs, fights with gangers and having to jump from a fourth story balcony when the husband of his lady for the night came home to find him there in their bed. As long as they were waiting why not make a time of it?

[gobogen]

19:25; Mall Office, Crime Mall

Rex is glad the ork isn't here for trouble. He relaxes and enjoys the small talk a bit, giving stories about clubbers he'd seen trying to get passed him with little success, even on busy nights.

The two of them were having a decent time after all, but.. where was Spencer? Time was passing by and still no sign of him. That was a bit odd, he thought, so he sent a text message to Kilroy to find out more. After all, Kilroy always knows where everyone is, it seems.

<[Rex]Kilroy, Spencer still hasn't shown up. Any clue on where he is?>

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 1st, 2070, 20:00

Tigger & Rex
Awaiting Kilroy's reply, you loose yourselves in trading vague references to former runs, providing details only when required to paint the picture of heroism, humor or karma. The two guys sitting on either side of you join in as well, adding their experiences to the mix. For a while it almost feels like Cheers, then the coms blink with a message, the content of which is not quite expected....

Rex
<[Kilroy] Rex - Change of plans and pay is going up for the evening. Check in with Smokey Joe and tell him Kilroy sent you.>

Tigger
<[Kilroy] Tigger - Word is you've a delivery for Spencer? I don't think you can complete that delivery until a prequisite is met first. If you're interested in a little work that will complete that prerequisite, tell Smokey Joe that Kilroy sent you.>

Whisper
The next forty-five minutes pass sitting with Thain watching the crowds. He finishes the food you shy away from, "No sense letting it go to waste", your thoughts being, Way too late for that... You entrertain yourself with small talk while Thain remarks about the various people passing by.

Then your com blinks...
<[Kilroy]Whisper - Got a run I need some magic support on. How soon can you be at the Mall Office, second floor of the Crime Mall?>

Jake & Grayson
You'd been at the Mall Office for about ten minutes when Kilroy's message arrived. A good swabbing from the pack of wet wipes Jake carries and the table is suitable for a short sitting.
You same message hits both your coms:
<[Kilroy] Got a run lined out, though not the one I thought. Think I'm gonna have to pull in a second team tonight... Talk to Smokey Joe. He's suddenly become the Johnson of the evening....>

[gobogen]

Saturday, March 1st, 2070, 20:00

<[Rex]Got it boss.>

This hour at the bar was fun and all, but there was no more time to waste now.

"Joe, I just received a message that tells me you might need me for something?"

[kvasac]

Saturday March 1, 2070 ; 20:00; First Floor, Crime Mall

Jake looks around trying to allocate bartender and get his attention. Subtly. Carefully.
Not that he had any enemies-at least to the point of his life that he remebers, but he has learned tha value of keeping to oneself as much as possible. He saw on more than several occasions some poor sod getting snikted just because of what he said and/or did, however naive it seemed.

[Storm]

Saturday, March 1st, 2070, 20:01

<Not long - 10-15 min. max. Be there soon.>
"Well, thanks for bringing me out here. I just got a buzz from Kilroy and it looks like I might have some business to take care of. Take care, chummer, and maybe I'll catch ya later." She finishes her goodbyes with Thain, gives him a hug, then starts heading towards the 2nd floor of the Crime Mall.

On her way, she veers off course to make a quick stop at the women's restroom. She finds and empty stall and attempts to cast physical mask.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

Saturday March 1, 2070 - 19:06:01 - Crime Mall

Cynic smiled at the working girl and chuckled gently to take any sting out of his words.

"Business? I'm not looking to conclude any business with you this evening chica I was just passin time and enjoying the scenery." He said with a leer at her two most obvious charms.

"Don't get offended or nothin, figured you could use the drink I could use the company while I was waitin for my other business to pop. Some other time perhaps."

The young mage smiled again and rose, taking his beer and heading for the exit.

[HeySparky]

Saturday March 1, 2070 ; 20:00; First Floor, Crime Mall
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Greer Wayne Jaspers)

AR beacons guide the quiet pair to tonight's lot. An old Sears. Whatever that was. Grayson fiddles with the watch on his wrist, it's a cheap comm knock-off - doesn't even work - but Grayson maintains the illusion of its function by habit. The real comm, a stock (but very nice) unit sits snugged in a lightly armored case against his inner left bicep. The net result of the fiddling is that he is 'offline' as much as anyone ever is, and he's readied :nuyen: 25 for transfer. He finishes fiddling with the comm and then fishes a credstick out of an inner jacket pocket, gives it an anti-sept spritz, wipes it down and offers the credstick to Jake, <[GWJaspers(hidden)] My half of the parking.>

The two enter the Mall under the eyes of the Lifters and other security personnel, including some chastened orks. Grayson switches on the sensors of the stowed crawler drone in his satchel, routing the feed to the glasses he now wears. He runs interference for Jake, trying to keep the bulk of brushes with the mall denizens away from the fastidious rigger. By silent agreement they head straight for The Office.

The bar was its usual smoky, grimy self. In the back, a bus boy is still taking down chairs and wiping down tables with a questionably clean rag. Grayson pointedly doesn't look at Jake and scans the bar, letting the drone feed him information about the patrons nearby. At the bar, sitting next to a fit-looking kid with a rucksack on his back, is Rex. A troll he'd worked with before. With Jake, no less. Looks like Kilroy's assembling some regulars. He messages Jake, <[GWJaspers(hidden)] Look who's here. At the bar. Rex.>

Grayson decides not to get Rex's attention just now since the troll didn't know him as Greer. Knowing Kilroy and the fixer's deft handling of seeming coincidence, they'd probably be chatting soon enough as it was. They'd been sitting at their table for only a few moments, not even long enough to have put in any orders - though Grayson wasn't hungry and Jake probably brought his own food - when Kilroy's message comes in. Grayson looks at Jake, shared knowledge flickering between them. Jake turns, trying to get Smokey Joe's attention when Rex pipes up... seems Kilroy messaged him too. And awaaay we go.

[kvasac]

Saturday March 1, 2070 ; 20:00; First Floor, Crime Mall
Jake; PAN = passive; SIN = Jake

Jake looks in Rex's direction. Not a very subtle fellow.
[Jake: He is there for the same reason we are, that is obvious. Lets assemble and see what Joe has for us.]
He didn't know much about troll..actually he didn't try to know much about him-his ilk was supposedly savage and filthy, and take too much precious space in his van, touching the walls and ceiling, leaving all kind of stuff with their greasy fingers and hair.
Jake shivered.
He just hoped he brought enough antisept cans. Enviroseals on van were good, but they were of little use if someone actually brought in all the dirt from the outside.
Making sure that his mask is fit and applying another layer of antisept on himself, Jake made his way towards Rex.
[Jake: Hello Rex. Here on 'roys call?]