IC: Down in the Puyallups with Team #3, Kilroy's latest venture, this time its corporate Options

[Gray]

Saturday March 15, 2070; 11:19PM; The Crime Mall, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam

Sam, having been raised by her human father, did not know a lick of Sperethiel. For all she knew, neither did the elven delivery girl standing before her.

"Gracias," Sam said simply.

After watching the delivery girl leave, Sam turned to Spades and said, "Unless you want to get her number or something, let's get out of here, eh Spades?

[SoyKaf Adict]

Saturday March 15, 2070; 11:19PM; The Crime Mall, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Spades

"No, I've got everything I need back at my place... I mean, for the mission."

He walked down the broken down escalator after her, a pause ended his first comment by a minute as they finished getting to the bottom floor and he resumed walking next to Sam.

So yeah, that's awkward... I wonder if she's interested? Heh, and I've already got her LTG.

"I would ask for yours, but I'm trying to be professional. So how about I buy the drinks when this contract is up?"

Spades was looking ahead with a wry smirk on his face, but he seemed sincere in his offer as they walked towards the exit of the Crime Mall.

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 16, 2070; 8:00 AM; Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Sam & Spades had no problems leaving the Crime Mall. There was a slight disturbance in the parking lot. Ok, more than slight. Some dumb ass was getting stomped by a few of the Lifters. Whatever the reason or cause, the duo knew better than get involved. Life is rough in the Puyallups, you don't ask why people get stomped and you only get involved if you want to join them.

Ramses awakens early and summons his spirit. The loss of his binding materials the night before still stinging in his bank account.

[Redjack]

Sunday, March 16, 2070

The day drones on for the the trio. The anticipation of the first segment of the run going down tomorrow combined with the abysmal boredom from a Sunday hanging out gets old in under seven minutes.

For Sam, Knight's Pawn is off-line and so she is unable to prove her superiority in chess. She does get a visit from her brother after lunch. He is soliciting support for a rally at the City Hall in Puyallup City on Wednesday to protest the poor quality to lack of public utilities in some, predominantly meta-human neighborhoods.

Spades makes his way to Shackles shortly after opening. The bar is hopping with everything from neophytes and wanna-be's to a handful of serious runners. The afternoon turns into evening, Lalia and crew dancing and serving while patrons come and go. Spades notices she gives quite a bit of time to a muscled up runner he's never met and during the few times he's able to talk with her, she says be watching for something big going down this week. She's not quite sure what yet.

Ramses takes a restful day studying and preparing.

Monday, March 17, 2070

Across the Barrens, three separate alarms wake three separate runners all by 7:00am. Time to make some nuyen.

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 07:00AM; Sam's crappy little apartment - Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam

The sound of an alarm clock had to be the most dreaded sound in the world to Sam at that moment. After telling her brother Michael that she'd try to make the rally on Wednesday, Scrimp showed up and took her up on her offer to go riding with him... all day. Sam finally convinced him that she had to get to bed, but she didn't make it back home until well after 2:00 AM. She finally managed the energy to turn off the alarm, and just lay there in bed for a moment to gather her wits about her.

She slowly arose, stripped off the colthing she still wore from the night before, and carefully put it in the hamper. Then she put on her workout outfit and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, but it was still sort of in the semblance of a ponytail, so she left it alone. She took a cotton pad and some cold cream and removed the remnants of her makeup. Then she opened the window, and stuck her head out to greet the new day.

Great! Raining.... again. At least it should wake me up.

Sam added a navy windbreaker to her attire, grabbed some cat treats, and began the descent down the fire escape to begin her morning workout routine.

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:04AM; Sam's crappy little apartment - Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam

While it could by no means be mistaken for hot, at least the shower was semi-warm for once. Sam let the water caress over her, as if is slowly washed the fatigue from her body and down the drain.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 17, 2070; 12:10AM; Spade's Doss - Seattle Downtown
Spades

He had been tempted to take some cram that night at the club, a small gathering of his fellow interest group had been there, but with the run the next day he couldn't afford to sleep until two days after. Not to mention the slight hint of jealousy that Lalia was doting on the big brute of a guy didn't help his nerves... What worried him was the fact that his run was this week as well, not something big going down, but something big for him. He also remembered the wreckage he past last week while hitting up the meeting in Auburn. Probably unrelated to his own mission, but stress had a nature of making the unlikely into feasible possibilities. What with the Johnson coming in still visibly upset over something recent. He tried to calm himself, and concentrate on the bar. Drinking his synthahol....

Monday March 17, 2070; 7:00AM; Spade's Doss - Seattle Downtown

He had a problem identifying the nagging beep that was coming from somewhere in his subconscious as he was placed in a land between sleep and awake. He slapped at his right finally placing the dream object of a bee moving in a small area with bells for wings as his alarm clock, and with a few tries he hits the snooze button.

This is too early... . Why do I feel tired still? Why am I naked? I never go to bed naked...

Spades knew what happened.. Or basically the absence of remembering later on in the night was a good indicator, he looked to his left. At some point, he believed that by ordering the drinks a little stronger than usual he'd be able to unwind better. Small bits of dancing with groups, talking to Lalia, leaving the bar. All memories conjoined together into a puzzle that the dog had eaten most of the pieces for. His vision was still blurry, but he was sure he'd seen her face before... He was coaxed back into a slumber.

Monday March 17, 2070; 7:56AM; Spade's Doss - Seattle Downtown

The beeping had continued to ring in his ears and he'd finally gotten up, shutting it off... The girl was still straight up passed out, aside from the occasional grabbing for the covers and unintelligible conversation she was having with whatever dream she was in. He went to go shower and brush his teeth, he felt refreshed after the tiny pulsating beads of water worked the tension in his arms away. After he got out of the shower, he decided to go do laundry and took her clothes and a basket of his to the laundry room. He roamed around in his boxers, while he waited for his memory or her to tell him who she was. Breakfast for an occasion like this was a must, as he didn't immediately regret his inebriated decision, she was quite attractive. For once he commended himself, while over the stove he cooked some soyeggs and synth sausage.

[Dirtz]

Monday, March 17, 2070; 6:45am; Ramses' Apartment, Downtown Puyallups

As the morning rain gently tapped against his balcony glass doors, somewhere deep inside Ramses' mind his internal clock went off. It was still dark out but training had provided him with the means to awake before the sun had risen, training which included a very obnoxious mentor making the most annoying sound in the word should he wander off to sleep again. Although it was not required of him to wake at this hour everyday before the sun rose, BuBu had insisted he do it as a sign of respect for the sun god Ra - his totem in the world of magic. Each morning he would practice his centering exercises as the sun rose, starting his day basking in its warmth as he attuned his body to the flow of mana which gave him the fuel to practice his art.

He sighed as the sunrise approached, the overcast weather was blocking his view of the journey the orb would make into the heavens today. Such were many mornings in this dreadful place, fate though had lead him to the Shining Emerald City. Here he would continue his work on researching the ancient traditions of Egyptian magic, following leads to rediscover artifacts from an age long since past. Hoping to unlock the secrets of a culture that lasted for a thousand years. But he had run into a roadblock of sorts, he had lost his fellowship and his funding evaporated like water in the desert - which reminded him today he had a job to do.

As he finished his treadmill exercise and hopped into the showers, he let the soothing water roll over his skin as he began to focus on preparations for the task at hand. He would need to call forth a spirit to assist him in their plan - he had just the one in mind. Gone was the fatigue and frustration of the previous night's failure, confidently he strode into the bedroom and dressed. Picking a casual set of khaki's, something comfortable for a long day, he was careful in adoning the form fitting armour covering its bulk as to be unnoticed by the casual observer. He would call upon Nishtuk again and had no doubt his service would be satisfactory.

A smile escaped his lips, BuBu's method of teaching was always a bit unorthodox. But like he had said, "Being at our best in the worst of times is the only way to get the true measure of a man." His lessons were never scripted, they always came inspired from examples in life, so you never knew when they would come. The lessons learned that night gave him new found confidence and respect for his mentor. Both would prove valuable in the days ahead if they were to be successful.

With the summoning complete and Nishtuk standing by he made the call to arrange for Spades to pick him up. Meeting down by the garage they would switch to his car and meet up with Sam at the designated point. The rain was getting heavier and Ramses smiled, it would help obscure their identity. It was only then when he felt a tingling sensation crawl down his spine and chill him to the bone, " I have a bad feeling about this." The words echoed in his head as BuBu stomped through the water puddles...

[Redjack]

Monday March 17, 2070; 8:05AM

Not only was the rain getting heavier, but the acid alerts put it at a stage 2 out of 5 and climbing as well. If it reached a 3, it would pose safety issues for riders.

Spades
The crackling of food in the skillet brought the slumbering woman to a state of consciousness and from there out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She had found one of Spade's shirts to wear and wore nothing else. In the light he now sees that she is a little older than he first thought, late thirties/early forties, but still attractive. She makes her way across to Spades, very comfortable with his presence and her exposure. She moves around behind him, wrapping her arms around him as he cooks. "What are your plans today, lover?"

Ramses
Seconds into minutes. Minutes into an hour. He had been up early and was ready to go, but no word yet from the other members of the team. Out the windows of his apartment in Puyallup City, the city was coming to life. The early commuters had long since risen and were gone towards the inner city. The rain however is keeping many of the other denzians and residents of Puyallup City from venturing too far out. In the astral, the summoned spirit stands idly by awaiting a command.

As he awaits confirmation of a meeting time, a text arrives:
<<@Mr. Mshai [Tyler Richards] I am a graduate student at Seattle University majoring in Theomtrical Studies with a specialization in Middle Eastern magic. A local talismonger gave me your name as a potential contact with first-hand knowledge in this area. If so, I would appreciate some of your time to discuss these things.>>

Sam
The workout complete and the shower well underway, Sam is nearly ready to start her day. All but the knocking at the door. Scrimp.

All
And then a message:
<<@Team [Johnson] Shipment leaves at 10:30am.>>

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 17, 2070; 8:05AM; Spade's Doss, Downtown Seattle
Spades

To be polite, a kindness... To be social, a must... To be truthful, an option.

As he thought this, he gave her a once over... Spades had never been the older woman type, except this once. He liked the shirt-suit look, but he'd wished he had more taste while completely smashed. Hiding his slight disappointment with a wry smile, and slitted roaming eyes. He had received the message beep just shortly after her arriving in the room.

"Well, first it was to have breakfast, second I was going remove my shirt from your delicately curved frame... Thirdly, I was going to go back to bed with you in my arms."

He sipped his coffee never letting his gaze detract from her eyes.

"But, as fate would have it, I only have time for changing. Work demands my presence, and so with a reluctant compliance I am to go to it... But I like that shirt, perhaps I'll wear it to work."

Spades couldn't help but enjoy toying with her, even though it would be difficult playing the wage slave when he was supposed to get into his gear. She definitely would snoop around the house if she stayed, that was a fact. He gave her a suggestive wink, and tore himself from her eye contact turning towards the stove. He set up a plate with eggs and sausage, placing it on the table with a fork. He poured some soykaf in a second cup and also set it on the table. He made the placement for only one.

"You'll have to excuse me while I change into something more... Work related."

He walked up to her and held out his closed hand protruding his index finger in a hook pointing towards his ceiling, this game was fun. He gave her a sly glance, and devilish smile.

He had time to play around a little...

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:05AM; Sam's crappy little apartment - Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam

Sam had just gotten out of the shower adorned in only a towel, and began the process of assembling her ponytail, when the the building's door buzzer was activated. It was a very old building, but the door buzzer system did display a video of person using the device. She saw that Scrimp was waiting on the doorstep.

Oh, no. The poor guy is getting soaked. But... I'm naked...

Sam tapped the button on the buzzer panel and addresed her unexpected guest.

"Hola, mijo. My apartment door is welded shut from the inside. I guess it was the previous occupant's idea of a security system. You'll have to come up the fire escape. You know the one out back, where I stash my bike? I'll open the window for you."

Sam went over to the window overlooking the fire escape and opened it enough for Scrimp to be able to open it the rest of the way to enter the apartment.

Hurry up, Sam, or your guest is going to get a free show.

Sam dropped the towel, and applied a liberal dose of her favorite, rose-scented body spray. Then she slowly, lovingly put on her mother's locket. Coming back to her senses, Sam raced to the dresser, selected a pair of baby blue boyshorts and a black sports bra, and quickly put them on.

With a least a minimum level of modesty satisfied, Sam put on a kettle of water to heat up for Cocoa or instant Soykaf. She abandoned the hair ritual in favor of a simpler ponytail secured by a blue scrunchy. Finally, she began to apply her makekup. Not a minute later, a slightly soggy Scrimp crawled through the window.

"You should have called first. I could have been naked or something," Sam said with a wry smile. "Have a seat while I finish putting on my face?"

[Redjack]

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:15AM;

Sam; Sam's crappy little apartment - Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Scrimp enters the apartment, half shy/half leering at her appearance. He actually blushed when she caught him staring. Something is changing with him. "I... Uh... I mean... Yea.. Call... Sit... Sure."

He sat down pretty much silent as she put on her makeup, finally speaking. "So what's up today? More of that business from the weekend?"

Spades; Spade's Doss, Downtown Seattle
Once dressed, Spades finds his guest getting dressed as well. Seeing her in her slinky club dress he remembers the attraction he had for her the night before.

"My car will be here soon. I should really make an effort to go in to work as well." She says with a soft voice and a little smile.

Ramses; Ramses' Apartment, Downtown Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens

Still waiting.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:31AM; Spades' Doss, Seattle Downtown
Spades;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Sam Gorret

He smiled, enjoying the sight whether clothed or a lack thereof, she was still quite a looker.

"Well the name's Sam... I never got yours. If you ever want to hit the clubs again I would be honored for you to be on my arm any night you'd wish."

He passed his LTG over his commlink, it was only proper manners to make her feel like she wasn't a one night stand... Even if she was. Spades escorted her to the door as her ride arrived and stood vigil as much as etiquette allowed while she hopped in the passenger seat and left.

"Now to see if she stole anything."

He never truly trusted anyone, especially someone he met the night before after being smashed drunk on synthahol. Only a girl like her seemed like a femme fatale of sorts; they had their own agendas. It would be unjust to think poorly of her, but in his own interests to make sure she didn't try to copy his car key. Luckily his door lock was personally bought and installed with a biometric reader, so no worries there for a risk of a quiet break-in, but there was always the fact that she could've been casing the joint. He collected all his gear and placed it in a cardboard box he bought his groceries in bulk with. They always came in useful when you needed them, especially to partially hide the contents. Shadow running was a very private business... Well it was until the media conjured up the asinine idea of following Runners out on their jobs. Too much hype, too much light shining on faces that needed to be obscured. He checked his car key and his bedroom for valuables... All to make sure that nothing was out of the tidy order he kept them in. The floor needed to be swept though, he'd have to do that soon. Once he was sure everything was where it should be he headed out to his car with cardboard box in hand. Once in the car he sent a text message to Ramses while he placed his earbuds and glasses in the cup holders. His subvocal mic in the glove box. His GPS he hooked up to his commlink's satellite link port and set the destination.

<<@Ramses [Spades] Hey, sorry had a stray cat that needed some rooming last night and I let her out this morning... On my way now, you still comfortable with staying where you're at? Or can we meet half way?>>

Starting the car with the same idle thrum, he rode off towards the location Ramses had been waiting at for the better half-hour or longer. He turned on the radio to his favorite SinthCore hits station, playing "Sensual Habitat" by WindRiser.

[ Spoiler ]

Box contains: Forearm Snap-Blades assembly, Ingram Smartgun X(two extra clips, with sound suppressor not added), armored jacket, black-matte chameleon suit, quick draw holster(molded for ingram), 2x Tranq Patch(6), folded blanket on top.
On character/at hand: Fake SIN, Fake License, Glasses, earbuds, subvocal mic, Commlink, GPS.

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:21AM; Sam's crappy little apartment - Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam

"..So what's up today? More of that business from the weekend?" Scrimp asked, as Sam finished getting dressed. She wore long blue jeans, a black, long-sleeved shirt that did not quite cover her navel, pink socks, and her motorcycle boots.

"Yeah, more of that business. I'll likely be around later, but I have school tomorrow, so I'll have to turn in early Like Ten-ish." Sam said, as she buckled on her holster. Then she remembered her manners and made her guest a hot chocolate from the steaming water on the stove. She made herself one as well, and sit it by the still partly open window to cool off a little.

She put the 2 clips of stick'n'shocks she bought from Knight into one of the secret compartments of her long coat, joining 3 clips each of Gel rounds and Explosive rounds. She also had 3 clips of Flechette rounds for the Sting. Then she donned the long, armored garment, spoiling Scrimp's view of her backside. Then checked herself quickly in the mirror. She strapped her Raecor Sting into it's usual location: up her left pants leg. Finally she put on her motorcycle gloves, and her commlink, setting her SIN to her false identity.

Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

She sat for a few moments to sip her hot chocolate.

"Cariño, my brother is holding a rally at City Hall in Puyallup City on Wednesday to protest the poor quality to lack of public utilities in some, predominantly meta-human neighborhoods. It'd sure help him out if some of the 'Blades could attend with me and show him some support. His heart's in the right place. Who knows, maybe a few descontentos like us can make a difference?"

[Dirtz]

Ramses; Ramses' Apartment, Downtown Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens

"....Crikey Moses! You done gone 'round the bend you barmy twit! Never heard such a load of codswallow in all me days! Water in the Jimmy does NOT flush opposite just because you're arse over teakettle on the bottom of the planet!"

To the casual passerby one would certainly wonder if Ramses standing in the rain under his trusty umbrella, for nearly an hour now, talking aloud to empty space was indeed losing his sanity. Then again, in this age and part of town no-one was really surprised, if anything people gave him a wide berth wondering if he had the power to converse with spirits. Something rare that was both feared and widely respected among the denizens of Seattle.

As Bubu launched into yet another explanation and a tale about his travels in the "land down under" and how most peoples hair stood on end for no reason at all, Ramses's com chirped as several text messages were forwarded to his comlink. Undeterred by the distraction, Bubu continued his hypothesis on how the two were connected while Ramses sent Spades a quick reply :

<<@Spades [Ramses] Having a bit of "How's your father" are we? Wink wink. Right well, meet me here as before. Enjoying the weather, reminds me of home, pip pip.>>

The second message was both encouraging and a little distressing at the same time, from a stranger - Tyler Richards, a student from the university. While growing up in the sands of Egypt he had learned to suppress his interest in heka magic due to the prosecution most Egyptian shamans had to suffer. Strongly discouraged was an understatement, most simply disappeared never to be seen or heard from again. So growing up he developed a sense of paranoia that kept him safe which even here today was more a force of habit than anything. He'd contact Tina Runningbear to check out his story and run a simple background check on his university status before he would agree to meet in person. But he was also hopeful that this could be an opportunity to compare notes and expand his understanding of the old ways, something he could hardly pass up. As he typed up a response he noticed somewhere in the background Bubu had moved onto conspiracies again and the legend of the lost city of Tanis.....a city once created by a race of drakes that guarded a metal ring that allowed travel into the heavens.

<<@Tyler Richards [Ramses] Currently unavailable as I am doing research in the field. If I may contact you when things finish up here I would enjoy discussing the subject at length at a later time?>>

"...You feelin' a bit dickey, mate? Cause you sound like a daft half-penny when you talk about drakes being aliens from another world! Suppose that bloke "Dr Who" was real too eh? Pff As the conversation continued, so did the rain. Neither noticed the time as it past by until SPades finally arrived...

[Redjack]

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:31AM

Spades; Spades' Doss, Seattle Downtown then in his car

Upon getting the name Sam the woman replies, "Susan." she replies, dropping an ARO with her LTG. Escorting her outside, a late model sports car pulls up and a wing door automatically opens up. Her parting kiss leaves him standing watching her drive away before regaining his composure.

Searching through his apartment, he believes everything is in tact and as he left it. As he gathers his possessions, they are where he left them as best he remembers.

As he pulls out onto the street, he checks the course time. It will take him 45 minutes to reach Ramses, assuming no complications, and another 20 minutes to get to the target location. Here's hoping there are no traffic snarls....

[ Spoiler ]

Just so that we are clear, you cannot quick-draw an SMG. You can have a big, square holster hanging off your hip like a cyber-cowboy, but the quick-draw skill only works on pistols.

Ramses; Outside of Ramses' Apartment, Downtown Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens

<<@Ramses [Tyler Richards]Excellent. Please advise when you are available.>>
Standing in what is really more of a drizzle than a full on rain, sending & receiving messages, Ramses notices an alert. The city is on a yellow alert for acid rain. Knowing that these alerts are issued usually well after the effects are being felt in the southern portion of the city (aka the Puyallups), he begins to wonder for himself standing there...

Sam; Sam's crappy little apartment - Loveland, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Scrimp is a little distracted. It actually makes him more pleasant company than normal. He accepts the cocoa graciously and comments on how good it is.

"City Hall? No problem. I'll talk to the boys. They always love to protest."

Looking at her watch she sees she is 30 minutes from Ramses and another 20 to the meet location.... and of course there is a drizzle. And an acid rain yellow alert just went off. At least the cocoa is good and Scrimp is pleasant today.

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 08:31AM; Sam's crappy little apartment - Loveland, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

Sam started putting on her rain gear. To combat the acid rain she wore disposable, over-sized hair dye gloves sealed with rubber bands on her hands, tucked her jeans into her boots, and wrapped a small towel around her neck to keep the water off, then donned her long coat. She gave Scrimp a big hug, then she grabbed her gear bag, today a large garbage bag rather than the normal mesh one, and her helmet. She escorted her guest out onto the fire escape then she closed the window.

"Hasta luego, cariño". Call me tomorrow? My classes are over around 4:00."

Sam got her bike from its shelter inside the overturned dumpster. She donned her helmet and set off for the rendezvous at Ramses' braving the nasty weather as best as she could..

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:21AM; Ramses' Apartment, Downtown, Puyallup Barrens
Spades; PAN=Passive[LTG] SIN=Sam Gorret

No Lone Star cruiser could've kept up with him, not by a long shot, and considering his GPS helped him out through traffic by taking some well placed exits, even with shaving time off he was 5 minutes off his assigned time, it was getting a little too close to crunch time for his liking, but he couldn't complain... Driving reckless sure helped him get a feel for how his extraction from the mission might turn out. As he pulled up and the GPS coo'd softly at him over the music that he'd reached his destination. He looked to his left and there was Ramses with a slightly smoking umbrella. Again, through thought he decided not to roll down his windows, and just waved him into the car.

While he waited he programed his GPS to make for his next destination, Auburn. He only had one thing to say to Ramses once he entered.

"Buckle up."

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:21AM; Outside Ramses apartment - Downtown, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

Sam pulled up next to Spades' car. The rain has slowed her progress so the trip had taken over 45 minutes. She pounded on the driver side window to get Spades' attention.

"Let me in, this acid rain is killing me!!!

[Redjack]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:09AM; Outside Ramses Apartment

Making great time with a luck that seems to follow him through life, Spades arrives to pick up Ramses some time ahead of schedule. The rain has slowed to nothing more than a mist by that time and Ramses, though new to Seattle, was well prepared with a chemical resistant lining to his coat. Dripping, he climbs into the car.

The duo kick back awaiting the arrival of the final member of their team as Ramses dries out.

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:21AM; Outside Ramses Apartment

Arriving on her bike with a scarf wrapped around her face, Sam is the epitome of a near drowned kitten when she pulls up. She'd lived with this weather and the hazards there-in all of her life and under normal circumstances would have just stayed in today. Today was no normal day and a paycheck. Ate least her bike was long since modified for the driving conditions.

The final member of the trio now aboard, Spades pulls out and makes for Auburn.

[Dirtz]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:21AM; Outside Ramses apartment - Downtown, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Ramses hit the door lock for Sam, sitting quietly he simply nods in acknowledgement when she gets in. The obvious delays with the group fouling his mood, he had hoped these two were more professional. He turns his attention to his PDA and sends text messages to both Tina Running Bear and Kilroy, requesting a simple background check on Tyler Richards. Hoping he turns out to be the man he says he is, Ramses' mood lightens in anticipation of the discussions they would have. It had been some time since he had found a collegue to share his stories with and discuss the possibilities of undiscovered artifacts spread throughout the world just waiting to be uncovered.

The pitter patter of the rain brought his focus back into the present, the job at hand was going to be a challenge with so many unknowns just waiting to be sprung on them. Seeing Sam curse as her skin crawled with the minor irritation of the acid rain, it reminded him he also was not quite prepared for this excursion. He needed to layer an armor spell for himself, just to be safe, while they were in transit to the stake-out. He closed his mind to the outside world and envisioned the mana leylines that surrounded him, gently tugging on them until they swirled about him. He felt a sudden rush of warmth like a heavy blanket on a cold northwestern morning as the armor spell manifested around him.

He suppressed a sigh knowing the spell had been less than perfect and had sapped his spirit some. Not worrying overly much about it, they had ample time of sitting and waiting for him to recover from it. Looking about the car, "Right well, lets get this party started shall we?"

[Redjack]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:09AM; Outside Ramses Apartment

<<@Ramses [Tina Runningbear] I don't know this guy personally. He's been in a few times and was asking questions more up your avenue. You'll still looking for work, right?>>

<<@Ramses [Kilroy] I'll put a search on it. Let you know.>>

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:40AM; Auburn

His luck holding, Spades deftly moves through traffic and the side streets. In just under twenty minutes the team finds a parking spot one block from the office.
<<@Team [Kilroy] Just got an update from a tag I put in the delivery service system. Due to the weather, they dispatched a sedan. Two resources. ETA 18 minutes.>>

<<@Team [Mr Johnson] Update: Due to the weather the delivery has been moved up to 10:00am>>

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:40AM; Auburn

He was surprised and relieved and therefore, extremely happy. Just short of bursting out in hoots and hollering he danced in his seat, as they waited in the parking lot for their target to set on its merry way into their clutches, and they still got there in time!

"WOOOHHOOO, that's driving baby! How about it Ramses? You gotta admit, late I may be, but on time is my specialty!"

He sat there with a smug look on his face as he waited for Ramses' reply, and/or the mission to commence in twenty minutes.

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:45AM; Auburn
Sam

Sam pulled her Predator from under her coat, and gently cleaned it off with a rag from her pocket. She knew that the modern weapon was hardy and not likely to have any ill effects fro the weather, but she was fastidious about her guns. She popped the magazine, and did a quick once over of the chamber and barrel. Satisfied that everything was in order, she dropped the clip of explosive rounds into a zip lock bag, and retrieved one clip of Stick'n'Shocks, reloading the weapon with the special ammo before putting the gun back in it's home at her side. She wrung out her scarf as best she could. She'd need it to obsucure her features, even if this job wasn't exactly happening in broad daylight, it was, like, 10:00 AM.

"Just to throw some things out here: when this goes down, I'll hit them with the Shock ammo and Ramses, you can stun them or .. whatever. Spades do you have any non-lethal ammo? Then, I'll run over, grab the package, and take cover. Once I get it, I'll cover you, and Ramses can ride shotgun until you drive over and pick me up. Then, Spades, you go 'WOOHOOO' and drive like hell! Does that sound close enough to our original plan?"

[Dirtz]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:45AM; Auburn

Ramses nodds in agreement with Sam, " Sounds right to me lass. We'll tail the courrier until I command the spirit to disable the car and then you do your thing. Though a thought has just come to me, does anyone know what type of car we're looking out for? Plate numbers? RF ID tag? Anything at all?"

While waiting for her response he puts out a call for Nishtuk, puts him on standby and describes what task he will command from him soon. While using his concealment powers he is to blow out the tires (expand the air within) then choke off any air getting to the engine to make it stall. Nishtuk nods in agreement and waits to be summoned again, knowing failure will cost him dearly.

[Gray]

Monday March 17, 2070; 09:46AM; Auburn
Sam

"Good point. Let me ask someone who might know," Sam responded to Ramses question.

<<@Kilroy [Sam] Sweetie, can you get me a color, make and model on that sedan? Please?>>

I wonder what Stick and Shocks will do to a guy in a rain storm??? Bzzzzzzt!!! Maybe I better switch to gel rounds? I doubt we want french-fried goons.

Sam fished out a clip of gel rounds from the ziplock bag in her pocket. As she waited for a reply from Kilroy, she considered whether or not to change out her ammunition.