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[WearzManySkins]

Clay Moor will listen to what his fellow ork has to say.

"If you have eye wear with the ability to record video, or go wireless we can talk you around where we need a look see. I do not think I come close that what they would consider a vendor or merchant. If we are there to borrow some gear, the less I am seen there the better it will be."

He will then listen again.

[Redjack]

It sounds as though the electronics are the highest priority to the rest of team. Atreus listens to the plans for reconnaissance. This place will excel in electronic security. Once we locate our target, we should block all signals and go low tech supported by magic. Smash & Grab. But at this point he withholds comments until more hard data is presented.

[BishopMcQ]

With a shrug and dismissive gesture, Porter heads back to the office. There he pulls up mental images of the Seattle Metroplex and overlays nodes. He spends a moment choosing his targets and then casts his consciousness into the void.

The search will only take a few moments, and if it doesn't provide the exact info he needs, it will at least tell him where he can find the information.

[Fenris]

"Welcome to the Pier 64 Omnidome Informati..." The bright and chipper voice that pops up in answer to one thread of the search is squelched abruptly as Porter cuts its audio feed.

In other windows, information streams in. Every location in the 'Dome is detailed in maps used as selling points to rent theaters or space, or plan for parties. A list of the wireless accessories is included, everything ranging from MAD and cyberware scanners at the main doors to the dome to the drone that delivers coffee in the larger conference rooms.

An add for the upcoming Electronics Trade Show Expo '74 is plastered across the front of the node.

Security is given in fairly vague terms. "...complete security systems..." "...round the clock surveillance..." "...multi-tiered fully encapsulated IC supported integrated wireless systems for your convenience..." "...fully trained on-site security personnel..."

[Fenris]

September 7th, 2074

The past days had passed in a series of legwork and conversations between the runners and their contacts.

Sweetness - Bishop Harriman actually does have a favor he needs dealt with. Several days ago, the church lost contact with another gentleman in town that was working for them. They suspect foul play, and wish for you to check his residence for evidence. Lacking that, you're to try and retrieve a small glass vial filled with oil, with a small chip of wood inside. The item is some notable relic to the church, and they'd like it returned.

Lady Cerulean can provide you with the appropriate accoutrement for the event, including a knowledgeable guide and tickets to the affair. Her only question, message you receive almost a day later, is the level of renumeration you're wishing to extend on the affair.

Calico has a brief conversation with the poodle after repeating trying to crush the thing with a pile of briefs he'd happened to have on hand. At the normal speeds, it would take two weeks to create the portfolio Sweetness wanted, and he'd be willing to do it for a case of purple Crush and an invite to the Church's next black tie affair. Since the tradeshow starts in two days, and is over 4 days after that, to get the info he wanted in a timely fashion was going to cost him a couple grand in actual nuyen and a pair of favors, to be determined later. He would need to put some rather touchy people's work on hold to do it that quickly.

Meriss - The doctors unfortunately have very little brewing at the moment, despite the very busy clinical side of their practice.

Max, however, returns a host of useful information, including a full list of participants, dates, times, and a list of the social events attached to the show. These include a black-tie dinner one night, a much less formal no-tie dinner the next, and a live show by local tech-rock-electronic band Violet Mesh. Additionally, the Omni-dome is still looking to hire additional attendants for the show, subject to a full background check, of course. Changelings are especially wanted, mainly for the exotic flair they would add to the actual locale.

[Redjack]

September 6th, 2074

Having a hacker on the team, Atreus rejects any thoughts of involving Link in the run, despite Porter's brash nature. Several times during the day he attempts to contact Ammon but finds him to be off-line. The away message says In Yogo Class. Summoning. He must have gotten an advance on a job. The off-line message persists all day.

Atreus is not one to sit still. He practices katas several times during the day. He is great at kumite, but knows his katas need quite a bit of work.

Towards the evening, he makes a drive by on Tukwila, scouting out the area where the gangers hold up. Not getting too close, just get a feel for the area.

September 7th, 2074

Atreus wakes early to again find that his brother is still off-line. Finding real eggs and sausage in the refrigerator, he sets to making a scrambled breakfast. He is by no means a cook, but real food is real food.

[Fenris]

Atreus - The area in Tukwila is basically a neighborhood struggling to maintain it's B rating. The apartment complex you drive by is lit up, even at night, with the entire courtyard and road directly outside lit with some sort of high-powered lights. A heavy duty gate blocks off entry into the complex, probably put in place by the original owners to keep people like this gang out. Two men, not obviously armed, are standing outside the gate looking fairly alert.

[Meriss]

Dervish had stood beside his fellow elf as Atreus had practiced his Kata. He had silently practiced his own martial style. A strange mixture of what appeared to be Tai Chi Chuan and something else.

He then had poured over the information Max and Porter had gathered. Where are the weak spots? Téch, I will have to see this téching place for myself. I suppose I could ask Porter to find some blueprints. Why is everything so dreking difficult?

He rises and goes to see what the hacker is up to.

[Buddha72]

Ikari sets up the other half of the room with a small shrine to the kami and spends some time cleansing the area and laying blessings on it. When finished she returns to the main part of the house.

'I will be preparing for the work ahead by beseeching the kami and see what kind spirits answer my call. This will probably take the better part of a day, shall we meet this evening to discuss the plan for the actual run?"

[BishopMcQ]

When Dervish enters the room, Porter is still in the bedroom that he had claimed all his own. Most of his belongings have been spread across the other beds, and he is sprawled across one of them either asleep or in deep VR.

With the motion in the room he speaks, words slurred,

"Wwwhut du yoo whant?"

Within his own my mind, the ork had retreated to study the materials. At least in here, the other people couldn't bug him directly. He had left an analytical program watching the data-feed from his cybereyes for a change of more than 3% of the visual data. Most of the night had been spent of mapping out trid-data with blackouts of missing areas to extrapolate where the areas cross-connected. It would be impossible to say how it all worked, but at the very least, he hoped that he could tell if a metahuman could navigate the spaces.

[Redjack]

For Atreus the ramp up times are the worst, especially with a new team. They don't yet have that comfortable feel for each other. A person can't sit back and know that this team mate or that team mate has the various aspects of legwork covered well enough... and Atreus' specialty doesn't lie in sitting a safe house. His is surveying the scene and being a part of the initial team.

As the various team members begin their morning, Atreus goes out to his bike and out towards downtown. The morning is spent visiting drug stores and a costume shop. He revels in the feeling of wind in his face during this brief outing. A few moments of freedom.

When he arrives back at the house, he lays out the three blond wigs and various cosmetic products he acquired. "I figured that the witness accounts should be slightly.. or wholly incorrect as to our appearance... as any cameras that might eludes wiping by our hacker."

He spends the late morning socializing with the team about which companies they might hit, where to hit them and who has what tasks during the run...

[Meriss]

Dervsh looks at the obviously out of it hacker. And people wonder why I don't like AR?

"If you have a moment between times, could you find the blueprints to the Omnidome?"

The elf leaves the hacker to his work. He spots Atreus and his purchases. "An excellent idea, meraerth. I also have something of that nature"

A thought occurs to him "Has anyone given any thought to how we might gain these items which we seek? I would prefer to intercept the vendors before the show."

[BishopMcQ]

Porter begins to rise up from the depths of his mind. He takes a few moments to go over the data plans ensuring that they are as complete as he is able to make them.

"Here."

The layout transmits across the team's PAN.

[DireRadiant]

"If anyone thinks they have a few free moments as we plan for the big event, there is a possibility of investigating the disappearance of a person."

The ork winks "There foul play suspected!"

"Oh, and a small reward if a certain item is recovered."

Shaking his head sadly Sweetness continues, "Sadly, the renumeration is for the piece of jewelry, and not for the poor soul who had it."

"If any of you think you may be of assistance, you may join me on my initial foray."

[Redjack]

Boredom overrides Atreus' normally reserved demeanor, "We're going out? Let's go play." He picked up on Sweetness' innuendos and while he didn't know the details, he was game to figure it out as they went along.

This was the same trouble with perfecting his katas. They tended to bore Atreus. He could kick ass in a stand up fight, that got his blood pumping. There was excitement. Katas were boring. Slow. They were like waiting for a run to get underway. Time to stop doing katas and get into a little fight..

[Meriss]

Dervish stands and follows Atreus and Sweetness. I need to move he thinks.

"Mind if I come along?"

[DireRadiant]

"Everyone is welcome to help!"

[WearzManySkins]

Clay Moor will respond. "I will come along, what do I need to pack? or carry?"

[Fenris]

The troupe is ready to move fairly rapidly. The group recollects at a point about a block from the location given by the priest. The buidling connected to the address is a large apartment building, 20 stories or so. Several Lone Star police cars are parked outside, and the front entrance into the building is cordoned off with yellow crime scene tape. A small crowd of reporters stand nearby, speaking with a young and somewhat charismatic looking Lone Star officer, probably a small press conference.

[DireRadiant]

Glancing at his companions, and considering their skills, Sweetness raises his cane and taps his ears and cocks his head at the Lone Star poster boy, suggesting, "Perhaps you would look around while I make friends and listen?"

Confidently he strides off and inserts himself into the crowd.

[Redjack]

Atreus takes a queue from Sweetness and slips into the crowd. He subtly opens several com windows as he moves about.
<<@Ammon [Atreus] Seems like I've picked up several jobs so I'll be pretty tied up for a couple of days.>>

At this point, he's not really clear about what he is looking for so he muddles about and tries to look like the other confused tourists... not much of a stretch at this point.
<<@Sweetness [Atreus] What exactly are we looking for?>>

[Meriss]

Dervish seems at home in the chaos. He glances around the building noting with his usual critical eye the ins and outs of the building. The flow of people is always the most telling. Ah, Lone Star what a bunch of fools. He moves quietly to the rear of the building.

[WearzManySkins]

Clay Moor will study the buildings walls and if he can see any the structural members.

[DireRadiant]

<<@Atreus:: A small glass vial filled with oil and a splinter from Holy Cross, though it's more likely to be a cedar chip from some ancient Lebanese scam artist's broken cabinet leg.>>

It took a moment to concentrate to send the message, but he had to work his way through the crowd anyway.

Sweetness smiled and nodded as he eased his ork bulk through the crowd to get nearer the front and listened to what was being said.

[Fenris]

"...so if all you folks will just calm down and stay back, that would be great."

"Officer, what about reports of a firefight inside the hotel?"

"Those reports are unsubstantiated at the moment, we are investigating right now."

"What about the rumors that someone was abducted?"

"Due to the nature of the excellent security alert system, everyone was evacuated from the building. We are doing a head count now, and will have more information on that later."

The officer looks a bit surprised as Sweetness steps through the crowd, but tries to answer the questions.