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

[Gray]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:25PM; Outside Sam's crappy little apartment - Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Sam crawled down the fire escape to the alley below. The previous tennant had the door to the apartment welded shut from the inside as a sort of makeshift security system, and she hadn't really seen the need to replace it. She retrieved the mesh bag she had used to lower her gear down from the window above.

Sam rolled out her sleek, midnight blue Suzuki Mirage from it's hiding place behind the upside-down dumpster while she waited for Scrimp to arrive. She was decked out in her tightest black jeans, the ones that really revealed her curves, but not offensively so, and a bright red, sleeveless t-shirt which didn't quite cover her navel. She eschewed her usual biker boots in favor of a pair of black leather cross trainers. Her mother's gold locket with heart-shaped pendant was the only jewelry she wore. She had her long brown hair down, covering her noticeably pointed ears. She pulled a pair of black leather, fingerless riding gloves out of the bike's small cargo compartment and put them on. The hold-out pistol she had hidden on her person was hardly noticeable, and when she added her long coat, currently in the mesh bag draped over the bike's seat, it would be nearly undetecable. The laquered wooden box containing her father's chess set, her Ares Predator IV, helmet, and spare clips were also in the bag.

Sassy appeared at Sam's feet, wrapping her self around her legs and purring loudly. The alley cat wrinkled her nose as she got a whiff of Sam's rose scented perfume. It was the cheap MegaMart brand, but it was subtle, yet sweet, and Sam really liked it. Apparently Sassy didn't.

Sam might have business after the meet, and she didn't want Scrimp to have to hang around and wait for her. And no one would want to have to walk home in Puyallup alone. Scrimp pulled up next to her just as she finished applying a touch up coat of pink lipstick, using the bike's mirror to see what she was doing. She walked up to him and gave him a friendly hug.

"Do you want me to ride seperately, sweetie? I might have biz after dinner and I don't want to put you out."

[Dirtz]

Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:40PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Ramses;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN= Baruti Mshai

As Ramses entered the bar a familiar scent of swill and baccy assualted his senses, images of home and times of his youth long since past came to mind. Been quite some time since I got pissed on a bender. A chuckle escapes as he remembers what had happened that night as a result, some crackin' slapper took him home for a roger only to get snookered and left on the street without his wallet. Quite a pickle that was, bloody 'ell.

He pans the bar looking over the collection of patrons assembled thus far for the evening, stopping at the barman. That bloke must be Jimmy Making his way to the bar he notices the dwarf and ork and raises the dog shaped head of his umbrella and curtly nods as he takes a seat. He motions to the barman to get get his attention. " All right mate? You be Jimmy, eh? Can I have a lager please?"

[SoyKaf Adict]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 12:57PM; Spade's Doss, Edge of Downtown, Seattle.

After his search for information came belly up besides Lone Star stats, Spades had closed down his AR. Once he'd gone back in his room and set up his attire for the night's meeting, he let his mind wander. He thought of Shackles and if The Firecracker would be anything close to it, even though he wouldn't know the people there. Downtown was all he'd known besides Auburn, it was hard to tell that the Pullayups would be anything but bad news from any conversations he piece together from his memories. He had decided to risk it and take his own vehicle to the bar, it wasn't flashy it was practical and clean, that's all he needed. Spades had plenty of time before their meet, he jogged a good 10 blocks in some old athletic clothes from his "moving days" to pass a couple hours.

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:20PM; Spade's Doss, Edge of Downtown, Seattle.
After he got back he took a cold shower to cool off, and put on his "meet-and-greet" suit he hadn't worn since the last run of his first group. Lucky for me this thing won't ever go out of style. He checked himself twice in the mirror, still a good fit though he didn't know why it wouldn't be. Then it was off to Shackles, if not to see how Lalia was doing he also wondered if she knew anything about the Pullayups. Long shot, but it was more of a social call anyway, he got in his blue Mercury Comet and set down to his old workplace.

[Redjack]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:55PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle.

Spades makes his way through traffic. Being the middle of the afternoon, it is light. Checking his watch, he had plenty of time. The crew wouldn't be arriving until three as the club didn't even open until four. Sitting waiting in the parking lot, he sees Lalia pull up and park her Nissan Rabbit. As she crosses the parking lot, she notices him get out of his car and approach her.

"Sean! How are you?" She smiles, genuinely happy to see him.

Ramses - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:41PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

The bartender pulls a lager from the tap and sets it down in front of Ramses. The glass is about a pint, the liquid inside has a reddish tint and a short head. A bowl of popcorn also sits on the bar. "Four nuyen" is his only reply as he begin pulling another draw for a man sitting two stools down from Ramses.

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:42PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Scrimp lights up as Sam refers to him with the pet name. He starts to argue about how she should ride with him, but she is able to easily convince him to bring his own bike.

The ride out of her neighborhood and north into Puyallup City is uneventful. Scrimp takes Sam on a maze of a route, no doubt to avoid the various gangs holding sway between her apartment and the bar. Eventually he leads her onto South Meridian. Once they cross under the 512, she noticed a definite improvement in the quality of the streets and the buildings. Not so much that she feels like she's downtown, more like the difference between neighborhoods where no maintenance is done to neighborhood where basic maintenance is sometimes performed.

As they arrive at the bar, they see several cars parked along the curb and a few people walking going about their business in the early evening. The Fire Cracker sits on the corner of the street, its entrance facing to the west. Looking at the sign she doesn't get it at first, the realizes the flame on the sign sits atop a cracker, like a saltine.

A Saturday night, well over a dozen people are already in the bar. The AR is a bland, off the self sculpted program. While most of the patrons are human, there is an ork and two dwarves bullied up to the bar. The place is noisy with everyone competing to speak over the noise of everyone else.

[Redjack]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:42PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Sam does in fact recognize one of the dwarves at the bar from Kilroy's video. At least some things are looking up today. The name tagged in the video was: Ramses

[Gray]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:44PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

Sam set up the chess board on a table in the corner, while Scrimp, who flat out refused to let her buy, fetched drinks from the bar. With the probability of work looming, she had asked for a diet Coke. She didn't need a buzz if there was business at hand. Sam lovingly set each piece on the cloth travel board she kept in the carry case. The antique set had been her father's. The pewter chessmen were finished in gold and silver rather than the traditonal white and black motif.

Men! This is my gig... I was going to buy HIM dinner for coming along...

Sam looked over the bar's patrons. As she scanned the dwarves bellied up to the bar, she thought she recognized the distinctive look of one of the other runners from the video files Kilroy had sent. The dwarf, Ramses, was dressed in a twill vest and sports jacket, reminiscent of the outfits some of her professors wore at the University of Washington. Even though it was not raining today, he also carried a strangely ornate umbrella with him. She didn't see "fodder0797" anywhere yet.

Scrimp returned with her glass of soda and a bottle of that cheap, local beer he liked. The cock-a-leakey soup would be out from the kitchen in a few minutes. Sam held out her hands, which hid one pawn each: one gold and one silver. She instructed Scrimp to pick a hand, and he chose the right, which contained the silver pawn. Silver was technially the white side so he would go first. She had taught him to play a few months ago so at least he knew which way the pieces moved... sort of. He led as he always did with one of his "horses".

"Sweetie, why do you make that same move that all the time?" she asked him.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:56PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle.
Spades;PAN=active[LTG]; SIN= Sam Gorret

For a moment he actually thought that he was just about to go on duty as bartender with how familiar the setting was. Lalia standing there, early like he was... She was a damn decent boss, and a damn decent friend. Shackles definitely had seen better days though, she hadn't changed much. He liked that his unplanned arrival was a welcome sight, he missed the old place anyway. He smiled, raised his arms in a hug gesture as he walked toward her.

"What can I say life just isn't the same with out cards or booze in my hands."
He gives her a big hug, and then continues.
"'Sides that, doing great! What about you? Business going alright? You need me to cover a shift?"

He smiles bigger, half way joking, half way serious.

[Redjack]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:56PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle.

Lalia returns his hug and cocks an eye at the offer then waggles a finger is stern, friendly way but with a big smile. "We each should know our limits." She then turns and starts walking towards the back entrance of the bar, waiting at first to insure he is walking with her. "So, I put your name out to a few contacts. Anything ever come of that?"

Ramses - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:43PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Ramses shifts his perceptions to the astral. The dark bar becomes a little less dark and each of the people become overlayed with a swirl of colors. As he goes from aura to aura he makes several notes. First, he is able to discern a basic emotional read off of everyone. This in itself is something of a success. Cyberware is light in the four people he notes having ware. Three of the people in the room have some measure of magic potential: A guy playing pool, very weak magic. Potentially undeveloped or even unaware. A guy drinking at the end of the bar whom Ramses is unable to determine a strength on and an elven woman who just came in a minute or two ago. Her magic is about equal to Ramses own. There are no spirits in the room.

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:43PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

A few of the patrons take note of Sam's chess board. A physical board, as opposed to an AR one, is a rarity these days. Scrimp is pretty oblivious to the fact that they are here for anything more than social hour. A few months on, he was beginning to think he had chess mastered. Ah, the notions of fools...

The dwarf, Ramses, is looking around the room slowly scrutinizing everyone in the room. Most everyone else is mingling, drinking and talking.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:56PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle.

He walked quickly to catch up with her, coming up akimbo so he could talk to her in view.

"And yet you have so much trouble referring to me by my other name. Heh."

As they walk up to the door, he holds it open for her, giving a cursory look behind them as a consolation to his slight paranoia of returning to old haunts and if anyone found out... It'd be trouble. He talked as he quickly scanned the area.

"Yeah, ship pinged the 'dar, Matrix goon Fixer. Oh yeah, and the cram dealer in my complex got himself perished."

[Redjack]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:56PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

In response to the comment about names, she turns her head and sticks out her tongue. "Yea, yea. Much easier on coms, Spades. Especially since I knew you before you were Spades...."

She continues to listen then adds her thoughts. "You should give up the cram.. That crap will get you killed quicker than running.. And the fixer, yea he's a bit different, but he's got a solid rep... unless you're tight with the Yakuza."

As they reach the door she turns to Spades and asks, "Since we're not open yet, I take it this is more than a social call?"

[SoyKaf Adict]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:57PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

Spades snaps out of his cautious trance, and looks back at her, a sheepish smile over his face as he scratches the back of his head.

"Kinnnndddd of business and pleasure, really. Besides knowing your schedule and wanting to sit down and grab a beer with my favorite boss, I was also wondering if you knew anything... about the Pullayups? Any gangs on the way to Pullayup City and the like."

He wanders in after taking in the nostalgic sights, and closing the door behind him.

"You know, same ol', same ol'."

[Redjack]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:58PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

She giggles, almost a girlish giggle as the pair of you head through the storeroom. "This is Seattle and the Barrens are gang central. Every half a dozen blocks in Puyallup City has a different gang. Then you have the various go-gangs between here and there. Hell, just going south you'll being going through I-Fiver territory. Any specific gang you looking to find... or avoid?"

[SoyKaf Adict]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:58PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

Spades smirks, not sure what particular thing she's laughing at though.

"Well, it's not like I've ever had unfriendly relations with a gang before, I just want to be on the safe side and make sure I don't start any time soon. Mostly going for gangs that I should be particularly aware of when I'm in their territory to proceed full speed or with caution... And when the hell did you put this wiz sound system in?"

This place was getting newer, he kinda missed the old feel...

[Gray]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:45PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

The soup arrived piping hot from the kitchen. The aroma was heavenly, and Sam's stomach began to rumble in anticipation. She hadn't eaten anything since that lousy Soyaritto. And most of that went to the alley cats.

Sam captured Scrimp's queen. He has left the piece exposed...again.

"Let's eat before the soup gets cold. I'm starving.

[Dirtz]

Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:48PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Ramses;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN= Baruti Mshai

Ramses takes the tall glass of lager from the man and pays him 5 yen on his AR display. Lifting his glass in salute, "Cheers, mate" , he takes a long slow draw letting the thick dark carbonated liquid slide down his gullet soothing his parched throat. "Ah, a fine beverage if ever there was one. Now Jimmy, if I was to meet a gent named Johnson where would he be?"

He listens intently to the barman as he gives directions to the back room and at the same time shifts his visual perception to the astral. He swivels about on his bar stool and pans across the patrons currently in the bar noting much is as expected with only two exceptions. The git at the end of the bar obviously masking his talent, and an attractive young female who just entered moments ago with her brother. Cheeky little monkey she is. Tsk tsk, she'd be the death of me. Ah, I've seem to have caught her eye. Well, who could blame her I've always had a way with the ladies. Smiling he lifts his glass in salute to the young maiden and takes another drink. Right well, all in due time. Work to be done. Ramses stands and gathers his jacket and umbrella intending to make his way to the back room.

[Gray]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:48PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

Sam tries to be lady-like while eating her soup. It wasn't much, but it tasted like real chicken in there, and she was very hungry. She let a few slurping noises escape as she eagerly devoured the soup. Scrimp didn't seem to take notice, or maybe he didn't care. He was drinking his soup out of the bowl.

The dwarf in the fancy get up was staring her way. He had a strange look on his face, as if he was gazing into her very soul.

Wonder what he see's in there?

He raised his glass in a toast to her, as he noticed he'd been busted. She smiled at him, and raised her diet Coke in return.

"Scrimp... I think that old dwarf dude at the bar might be one of my professors. I'm gonna go say 'Hi' and get us another round of drinks. I'll be right back."

Sam strolled gracefully across the room, and walked up to the bar. The guy playing pool totally missed the cue ball, as he was staring at her, and not paying attention to the game. She walked up next to the dwarf that Kilroy had tagged as Ramses. She flagged down Jimmy for another diet Coke and a beer for Scrimp. As the bartender went to get a beer from the cooler, Sam turned to the dwarf, winked and said "Hi. You don't know me... yet. But I think we have a mutual... friend."

[Redjack]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:59PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

She grabs one of the bar aprons off the wall pegs as she passes by, "I'd take the long way around. Word is that the I-Fivers have something going on near SeaTac today. Not sure what it is, but you know... when word gets around before hand, it usually involves heavy ordinance." There was something about the the way she said 'ordinance' that causes most guys to need a trip to the men's room to clean up.

She stops before heading out onto the floor. "The AR has been completely upgraded as well. I assume you'll take the 405 south instead. The Hellhounds stand out, so unless you make yourself a target that should be null sheen. Star enforcement near Auburn is obviously high, stick the the 405 and you should be fine. That will bring you into Puyallup City. I'm just not up to speed on all the street gangs down there. Where did you say you are going again?"

Sam/Ramses - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:48PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

Scrimp remains at the table, oblivious. He's just happy the beating at chess has ended. The rest of the patrons, besides a few admiring Sam's assets, ignore the runners. Jimmy passes the drinks across and tags your persona for the bill. The tab system at the bar is a simple AR program that creates a small tab that attaches to a persons persona. For those people in the bar running in hidden/stealth/no coms, a cash and carry policy is in effect.

[Dirtz]

Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:50PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Ramses;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN= Baruti Mshai

Ramses carefully folded the jacket over his arm and reached for the umbrella when he noticed the young lady had come to the bar asking Jimmy for another round of drinks. Did she just wink at me? Get to know you better? Oh I do say a bit randy aren't we? Behave... When she mentions a mutual friend it finally dawns on him...

She's a lady of the night, a prostitute!

Yes, in the old days they used lines as such meaning their mutual friend was Jackson or Grant or some other dead president pictured on money. A way to proposition a potential customer without the social awkwardness of being blunt. Right well, it all makes sense now. The other chap must be her handler. I've been here once before, as the saying goes "Fool me once...". Ramses pictures himself waking in the gutter the next morning without a quid to his name.

Shaking his head hoping to dispel the illusion that it just might be worth it he turns his attention to the slapper. "'ello luv. Hmm? Oh you don't say? He reaches up and adjusts his glasses as he gives her one more look over, "Sorry lass, I've no time for a shag. I'm here on business luv, perhaps I'll look you up after for a poke and a we. Wouldn't that be fun?" The last comment was more for himself, turning and making his way past the other patrons he headed for the back room not waiting for a reply from the right sweet tart.

[Gray]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:50PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam;PAN=passive[LTG] SIN=Roxanne Vega

Sam was a bit flabbergasted by Ramses' response. She hadn't intended to make a pass at the old bugger, but somehow he took it as one anyway. Sam seemed to have that problem quite often.

What the frag is wrong with this guy? Does he think he's some kind of comedian or what?

"In your dreams, professor. " she said to the randy dwarven perv. "Let me start over for the sake of clarity. Hi, you can call me Sam." She stook out her hand to shake with Ramses. He reluctantly returned the gesture. He seemed to be wary of her trying to pick his pockets or something equally paranoid.

Scrimp appeard to be a little concerned by the dwarf's body langauge, and he started to get up. Sam waved him off with a quick "it's cool" gesture.

My friend's name is Kilroy..." she revealed to Ramses in a low, guarded tone so Jimmy could not overhear.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 2:59PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle
Spades;PAN=active[LTG] SIN= Sam Gorret

Spades looked at Lalia with a praising grin.
"Wow, you sure know your way around. I'd imagine there are countless other gangs in Pullayup City. I guess I-405 is the way to go, thanks for the info.
Ordinance, huh? Sounds like some big time shit I don't want anything to do with if I'm tryin' to keep my nose clean, unless it has anything to do with the run I'm doing, heh.
I would stay for a drink but I have to heading down to get to my meet on time. Maybe after all is said and done I'll snap by for last call and we can trade stories?"

He gives an award winning smile and after they say their goodbyes heads for the door. Ready to get on the 405 South to his big break.

[Redjack]

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 3:00PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

As Spades complements Lalia, she playfully punches him in the shoulder. "Thanks... But you know how it is working here. People talk, I hear things." As she walks across to the bar, she continues to listen. He finishes as they reach the bar. "Yea, catch me up on what you're up to."

They part with a hug and she heads off to start her shift.

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 3:45PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

Her intel about Auburn was definitely correct. By the time you reach there, the highway is shut down. Seems the Star had a run in with a go gang. Two shelled out cruisers and about a dozen bikes, as well as pieces of their former riders, litter the highway. Spades has no problem making it through... just time...

Spades - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 5:05PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

A lot longer than it would have taken Spades arrives in Puyallup City. A news report flashes across his news feed. Details are sketchy, but there was a big mess on the 405 a little over an hour ago. Several dozen civilians were killed when a security company engaged a local go gang. Witnesses report the gang was trying to take out a pair of limos. Witnesses also complain about excessive force in the security company response.

Team - Saturday, March 15, 2070; 6:50PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle

Having parked and checked out the area, Spades enters the Fire Cracker. The bartender directs him towards the back, there he finds a male dwarf and young woman just moments ahead of him entering the room. Jimmy follows behind with a pitcher and three (clean) glasses. He sets them on the table. "Johnson should be here pretty soon." before returning to the front.

The room is 6m square with a round table ~1.5m in diameter sitting in the middle of the room. Four chairs are arranged around the table. A troll sized chair sits in the far corner. The pitcher and glasses are the only thing on the table. A white noise generator is running under the table. Everyone also notices that the walls must be wifi inhibiting as their connection to the outside world is cut. There are two entrances. The one you just came through and another directly opposite it.

You don't even get an opportunity to introduce yourselves before that other door opens. A man, definitely a rent-a-cop, looks into the room. He has an MP-5 at the ready, though not threatening. He hesitates, surveying the room, before entering, looking around again and signaling with his arm an all clear to the hallway.

Another man, obviously your Johnson, nervously enters the room. He looks across the room and smiles a hesitant smile as he steps in, clears his throat and declares, "Hello. I... I am am your Johnson."

[Dirtz]

Saturday, March 15, 2070; 6:51PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle
Ramses

Sitting at the table with his hands folded in front of him, Ramses steals a glimpse at the other two occupants that are in the room wondering which one is supposed to be the face for the meet. An awkward silence settled in after a stammering Johnson introduced himself that made him even more nervous, if that were even possible. Hoping it wouldn't be the elven tart who was prone to propositioning people with her introductions Ramses decided to break the ice, " Alright then? The name's Ramses. As he stands and offers his hand in friendship, " Well met sir. Kindly have a seat and lets get on with this." Not knowing everyone's name he chooses to let them introduce themselves, casually switching his perception to the astral while the focus is on the others.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Saturday, March 15, 2070; 6:51PM; Shackles, Downtown, Seattle
Spades

When Spades entered he immediately assumed a cordial demeanor, giving a nod and a smile to both occupants as he headed towards his seat. He was about to introduce himself but when the door opened, he paused mid descent into his chair as the armed man surveyed the room when his head popped through the door. Finishing his priorities of placement in his chair as the Johnson walked in through the door. Spades' was stunned silent by this informal and oddly somewhat emotional Johnson, while all others had been cool, calm, and collected. This one looks like he's, frightened, fidgety, and... Spades was intent on seeing if this was some sort of act, while he would've been the first one to introduce himself; he had forgotten in the sake of seeing exactly what the deal was. Not wanting to fall out of etiquette, though, he remembered his manners and introduced himself.

"Mr. Johnson always a pleasure, my alias is Spades. I hope we can help with whatever seems to be bothering you."

From there he focused his eyes on the very attractive elven women who hadn't spoken up yet, he hoped she would speak up soon, as his attentions were more on what the Johnson intentions were, after a little bit he changed the focus on which his eyes were, between the other three occupants of the table.

[Gray]

Sam - Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:51PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Sam

Sam listened to the perverted dwarf introduce himself, followed by "fodder0797".

"Fodder's" kinda cute, for a human. Fodder... I gotta ask Kilroy what he calls me....

"You can call me Sam, Mr. Johnson. Excuse our impatient collegue..." she said giving, Ramses a scolding stare. She followed that up with smile at Mr. Johnson that could make snow melt at the South Pole. She continued in a subdued, dulcet tone.

"I'm sure our 'representative' has informed you of our.. umm... capabilities. How may we be of service?"

[Redjack]

Saturday March 15, 2070; 6:51PM; Fire Cracker, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle

As the team makes their rounds introducing themselves, Mr Johnson adjusts his red power tie.
@Spades

[ Spoiler ]

Judge Intentions: He is making movements to regain his position and recover from the initial stammer.

"Yes. Your man spoke very highly of each of you." As he pulls out a chair, "Please. Have a seat." He then sits as the team does.

"Let's get down to business shall we?" As Johnson talks, the rent-a-cop stand near the door, his eyes obscured by his glasses. "There will be a package, larger than a bread box smaller than one of these chairs, that I need intercepted. The couriers must exit the scene alive and healthy. The job occurs within three days and pays one thousand nuyen for each of you upfront. If you succeed with that, there will be two more opportunities of the same nature. The pay increases to fifteen hundred and two thousand, each, for the subsequent packages. If this is acceptable, I will provide greater details." As he sets about talking about the run, his suit mentality takes over and he appears now to be more in 'his element'.