IC: Runners Up, Motivation: Nuyen, currency, el mon-ey Options

[Dirtz]

Crank nods in agreement and patiently waits for the Johnson to continue.

[Cap_Lock]

Charles Whitaker [PAN(0,Passive); LTG] Nick Rayzer

"Sounds good. I'm in." Nick says as he takes a sip of his drink following it up with a sup from his cup. "I'm all ears."

[Storm]

7:04 PM - The Meeting, On The Rocks, Downtown Seattle

Alright, gentlemen. The corporation is known as NAC- New Age Cavalries. I need you to get in, locate the main lab center where they're finishing the touches on their latest project, and simply retrieve it. Minimal collateral damage and no wet work. One week. Questions?

[Redjack]

"Just one. You mentioned a 'great new security beef that's going to rock the markets'. How will we know it, how big is it and where will we find it?"

[Cap_Lock]

Charles Whitaker [PAN(0,Passive); LTG] Nick Rayzer

Nick leans back in his chair and thinks for a moment. A million questions race through his brain, the question sparks neuron after neuron and, after a few moments of sparking, they finally reach his mouth. Someone once told him this is a process he should skip entirely, but he's never gotten around to it. "Do you know the lab staff? Maybe the security? The easiest way to get in would be to charm our way in. At the least it woudl get us some info about the facility."

[Dirtz]

As the details of the run are explained, all the members in the group notice a new icon on their image links. This button accesses the picture in a picture link to the virtual meeting room Crank has just set up. As each of you enters, you walk up to an old oak bar dressed in gunslinger outfits circa 1840's. Behind the bar is Crank, dressed as the bartender, polishing the shine on a set of glasses and talking to the local sheriff. The sheriff nods as each of you enter, then strolls off out of the bar. In the corner you notice the room's only other occupant, the piano man, playing a lively tune. Howdy folks, its safe to talk in here. Have a seat. Sounds like an inside job to me. No wet work, generous timetable, overly confident? Maybe we can haggle access to his contact to get the security info we need? What do you guys think?

[Gray]

7:04PM - On The Rocks, Downtown Seattle
Nathan "Gray" Reynolds [PAN(0,Passive); LTG] Gary Stryker

"I think Spitz has already asked the prime question burning in my mind."

[Storm]

7:04PM - On The Rocks, Downtown Seattle

Johnson listens to all the questions before trying to recall them all and answer them. Where is it? As for as my sources have confirmed it's complete and -being a security asset all in itself- it is believed to be on the main floor. I'm not exactly sure where but my logical guess is in one of the labs for further analysis and monitoring.

It is fairly large but no larger than a humanoid is what i'm told. Nothing you all can't handle, I'm sure. It shouldn't be too hard to recognize. It's more advanced than the average robot and it's big.

It's a security research facility; their methods of security are always changing and adapting. They keep on staff only what they need and with things changing often enough a decent portion of that staff is rotated or replaced as is due. Mr. Johnson awaits further inquiries.

[Redjack]

Spitz is anxious to get on his way. "Fair enough. We can find out the security details in our own legwork. We do need a picture or drawing of this security thingy and to know how much it weighs. Then we can get on our way and get this thing for ya."

[Cap_Lock]

Nick takes a sip from his glass and then a drag from his cig. He finds himself running through his mental black book wondering who he might be able to con a favor out of.

[Gray]

Gray eyes his empty Yuengling bottle, silently wishing he'd ordred another.

[Saytr]

Huslte looks to the other team members and awaits further questions. he knows his roll in the shadows and knows he has no skill what so ever to haggle money, or information for that matter from a johnson.

[Redjack]

Spitz looks over at the Johnson of the day. "So you have a picture or drawing or something?"

[Dirtz]

Looks deep into his empty beer bottle, gets up and begins to leave the room. Sorry I'm going to need another one of these at the rate we're going. Anyone else need one?" Walks out into the hallway and smack dab into the middle of a knife fight. Unfortunately, they had been waiting for him, Crank's past finally caught up with him. As he slumps down onto the floor like a wet sack of patatoes he hear's two gunshots ring out as the bartender takes out his assailants. Death's good grip ovetakes him as he struggles to jack into the matrix one last time.....