Southern Hospitality, Ya'll come back now ... Options

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 19:34 EST; Krispy Kreme Parking Lot, Atlanta, CAS

"You and your real food. That stuff is expensive! And doesn't even taste better. Not always, anyways."

"So, where to for now? Back home?"

While they talk, Jazz collects her drones and puts them back into her pack.

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 19:34 EST; Krispy Kreme Parking Lot, Atlanta, CAS

He smirks at her disdain for real food. As he mounts up the bike behind Jazz he switches to sub-vocal, "Actually I'm hoping the safe house materializes soon. We've not really discussed it before, but I don't like to go home in the middle of a job. The two worlds should stay separate.... and catfish isn't as expensive as most real foods. Not with all the catfish farms here in Georgia". Pausing a moment before returning to the original query, "So what's say we find a coffee house... one that uses at least some real coffee beans?"

[2bit]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 19:45 EST; On the Train to Druid Hills, Atlanta Metroplex, CAS

< [Vick] We're in business, guys and gals. Buddy set me up with a posh spot in Druid Hills on the cheap, 200/day for 10-12 days. The address could come in real handy if we need it for a cover. It's 218 Magnolia Ct. at the Druid Hills Country Club. Jazz, I don't wanna stretch you too thin, hon, but could you do a background check on that address? I get suspicious when things unexpectedly go my way. Alright, I'm in transit now. I'd like to check it out before giving everyone the OK to come up, but I wouldn't mind a partner to get my back. Any volunteers?">

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 19:45 EST; Jazz's Bike, Atlanta Metroplex, CAS

<@Vick [Book] - We probably should perform astral recon as well as physical. I can perform that function. You got a car?>

[ludomastro]

Sunday, 02-MAR-2070 - 20:30 - Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta

Upon reaching the main gate to Druid Hills it becomes apparent that this place has serious nuyen. Using the passcode, the gate opens for you and admits you to a guest road. Each villa, condo, house, suite, or whatever you wish to call it sits on a hill, nestled in a bend of the road, or behind trees. Privacy seems to be the one and only rule that was used when building this club. The gate to Digger's place is just off this center road towards the back of the club. This area is obviously still under construction as it does not measure up to the standard seen in the rest of the club.

Digger's place is made in the style of a older ranch home. Using the passcode, you are admitted into the home and find that while not completely furnished it has running water, lighting, and a term connecting guests to the kitchen and other services offered by the club. The carpet is plush, the marble is Italian, and the artwork seems out of place for Digger's tastes. A little exploring reveals a room that is still bare walls and concrete floor. There is a hose connection in one wall and a drain in the center. Acording to the plan, this will be the laundry/utility room when finished.

[2bit]

*grumble*... <[Vick] - I'm inbetween cars at the moment. Alright, if you can find it, scout it. I'm probably 20 mins out, coming in by train.

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 19:45 EST; On the Street, Atlanta, CAS

< [Jazz] Background Check. Sure, can do that, Vick. No problem. >

[Redjack]

Sunday, 02-MAR-2070 - 20:30 - Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

As Jazz rolls her bike into the area, Eric uses the sight while maintaining his mask. No sense in letting my true face get video taped. He trusted Jazz to clean all the video she could find, but he was pretty paranoid given the fact that video could be streaming anywhere in the world.

As they enter the safe house Eric takes a short look around, switching between the sight and mundane vision in order to better get a feel for the house as well as that which his mundane eyes see. He looks to the others on the team who have made it noticing a few short of the meet. "Anyone have a bug scanner?"

[2bit]

Sunday, 02-MAR-2070 - 20:30 - Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta
Vick

< [Vick] "Neg. Back at my place. I'm still packin' for the meet. Just use the network for now. What do you think... dig or no dig? Seems kosher to me. Pretty private. Done any background on it yet Jazz?" >

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:30 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

< [Jazz] Aye. Looks alright. Owner is a former shadowrunner, who is out of the game, pretty much. >

Jazz then rummages through her pack and hands Book a small device. "Like this?" (Radio Signal Scanner 6)

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:31 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

Smiling as Jazz produces the bug scanner Eric says ,"Why yes... That."

With that, Eric proceeds through the house checking for listening devices or other unknown signals.

[ludomastro]

Eric follows the signal around the ranch style house until he locates two stray signals. One is coming from Digger's room and is an audio/video recorder over the bed. The other is hidden in the wall near the kitchen/den area. This one appears to be built into the house.

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:45 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

As Eric works his way around the house and makes it to the master bedroom he pauses for just a moment and smirks, What a dog...

He continues through the house quickly, but thoroughly finishing in the kitchen. " Hey Jazz. I think this is the house-o-matic node. Could you check it out and insure it isn't compromised? We might also think about putting a white noise generator in the master bedroom...."

With that, he moves into the living room, sits down and drops his mask spell.

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:46 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

Jazz nods. "Yep, will do what I can."

For now, Jazz will take a look around where Book got the signal and try to figure out what it might be. If necessary, she will also do some careful probing and analyzing in the local Matrix node.

[2bit]

Vick says, "Laundry room has a drain; it'll serve as a place to get messy in or just scare someone. I'm gonna head back to my place and grab my gear. Strategy session tonight? Also, have we got enough furniture to crash on?"

Vick takes a cab back to his place, stowes his gear in cases and duffel bags, and heads back to Druid Hills. The round trip takes about an hour or hour and a half.

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:48 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

Eric sits on the couch as Jazz settles in for to do her thing in the net and Vick heads out to collect his gear. Where the hell is the rest of the team? I've been on runs where we get a few cut and run with the down payment but shit this is crazy... My next job will probably be to hunt them down and smoke each of 'em...

After a few minutes of quiet reflection, he decides to start probing one of his more reliable contacts. He gives Tanya Livingston a quick call..... ring... ring

[ludomastro]

Tanya answers after a few more rings. What's on your mind, sugar? she asks. The sound of her gum popping is both annoying and typical.

[Redjack]

As the gum smacks during her answer, Ah the little necessary evils in life....

<@Tonya [Eric] Tonya dear... Your expose on the Aztechnology link to assassination of the Turner-Time-Warner CIO was a nicely done piece of investigative reporting... Which brings me to the purpose of my call... He pauses for a moment, I can't let here figure out exactly what angle I am working.. Mr Johnson may be looking to blackmail our boy, though I think his aim is to discredit him. No sense taking any chances there letting her on to too much, too soon. ..I've taken an interest in politics as of late. Senatorial election to be precise. What do you know of the two candidates and which closets their skeletons are hidden in? >

I'll let her start narrowing the field for me. That'll help keep her off the exact track I'm on..

[Cedric Rolfsson]

Sunday March 2, 2070 21:15:00 Druid Hills

Holy crap! I've never even heard of a run based out of a ritzy country club. Digger cracks me up!

Dean walked up to the doss where the others were supposed to be, a pack on his back carrying a couple changes of clothes and all the gear he thought he might need. He generally kept a bag with his 'go frag' gear ready but he'd had to throw in a few changes of clothes. He had the code, he could have just walked in, but figured a polite knock would be more in order.

He rapped on the door a couple of times then entered the code and pushed open the door.

"Yo? Anybody home?"

He gave it a second then went in, sense alert and his pistol held against his leg, just in case.

[ludomastro]

The gum continues to smack during Tanya's answer.

<@Eric [Tonya] Eric, well now that depends. You know that all politicians have skeletons in their closets. What do you want to know for? Never mind, I am sure that you are talking business. Anyway, let me think about that for a minute. ... Well, here's something. That Terry Fulerton of the Southern Conservative Party seems to be involved in Azzie interests though I haven't been able to prove anything ... yet, anyhow. I heard some rumors that he isn't quite as hardcore in the belief system of the party as some would like but he is their best bet to win the election. Right now he's on the campaign trail and sleeps in a loft above his headquaters. The only other thing that I have right now is that there is an fundraising dinner later on this week. I think Saturday night.

Now for Mark Roloven. He is pretty much a cream puff push-over from what I can tell. His handler, what's his name, Doug something-a-nother, that's the one with skeletons in the closet. The way I hear it, he's the one who sent the hopes of former Presidential hopeful Brad Hoffman to the grave. You ever notice how he skated our smelling more or less like roses and nobody's heard of the other advisors. Seems off to me.

Then there's that nut job down on the coast. You don't need anything on him do you? Oops, sorry sugar, I have a previous engagement. Give me a call sometime ... when it's not work, mm k?>

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:51 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

<@Tonya [Eric] Yea. Thanks. Stay chill. >
The call was quick and pretty one sided, but that's really how Eric liked it with Tonya.. she could be a little.. well... dizzy. Sleeps above his headquarters. That's a new piece of information.

Eric settled back to pulling up the news on the trid..

Sunday March 2, 2070 21:15:00 Druid Hills
The knock on the door brings Eric out of the mindless, trid-induced stupor. He slings a low powered clairvoyance spell at the door and sees Dean pressing the access code and opening the door. As the door opens, Eric sends a watcher to great him.

The watcher materializes in front of Dean appearing like a 1/2 meter tall mafia soldier with a cheap suit and dark glasses, floating so the are face to face. "Yo, Dean O, da boss is in da parlor.. right this way..". It turns in the air and leads Dean to the living room before disappearing.

Eric is sitting across from the entry way to the room wearing his real face this time and a suit not quite as expensive as the one he appeared to be wearing earlier. "Hello Dean. Jazz is tied up checking on the target's host node. Vick went for his gear. Seen anyone else?"

[ludomastro]

The speakers built into the wall come to life and a sultry feminine voice says, "Welcome to the Druid Hills. How may we be of service to you?"

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 20:52 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

"Looks clean so far, fairly standard security device with a connection to the clubhouse. I will take a closer look later, will take some time."

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 22:55 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

Jazz is sitting in the kitchen since two hours already, she has been silent for the time, fiddling with her commlink occasionally. Then she has fallen into a trance-like state common to people accessing virtual reality.

[Thanee]

Sunday, March 2nd, 2070; 22:58 EST; Druid Hills Country Club, Atlanta, CAS

Jazz's thoughts appear on the display of her teammates' commlinks, translated into text via the direct neural interface. Her signal rating is tuned down so far, that only the nearby commlinks should be able to catch up the wireless sending.

< [Jazz] Finished the routine check... house has motion sensors to determine where people are moving around, and microphones that record anything that is being said... which is kinda why I'm not speaking right now. They can also live monitor these from the clubhouse. Of course, it's probably meant as actual security mostly, but it also matches my earlier background check, that the guy running this show here keeps some data on his customers as some sort of insurance. If necessary, I should be able to stay in the node and make the micros behave like gentlemen. >

< [Jazz] Alright, I will need your commlinks for direct access, to install some encryption keys there for proper security on future sendings. Only one at a time, please. >