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

[Redjack]

Tuesday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM

Rex loaded into the van, Jake notices via the GPS feed of TeamNet that they are within 5 minutes of where Anon is. He also sees that Anon is within half a dozen blocks of where they dropped him off last night... as well as a little back tracking. Nothing unreasonable though.

His hands in his pockets an back on his feet, Anon sees a panhandler approaching. "Spare a cred buddy?"

Living downtown with the run occurring on the south end of the metroplex, Spades knows he needs about 30 minutes to reach team. Glancing at the news feed, he sees that his Urban Brawl team won last night; Too bad he didn't place any bets. His luck continues though and any thoughts of a shower are squashed:
<<@All Tenants [Maintenance Supervisor] There is a problem with the hot water heater. I have taken it offline. Looks like it will take a few hours to fix.>>

Jazz figures that everyone but Spades could meet for breakfast in about 10 minutes. Thinking back to the previous day, as well as her few outings, she remembers an IHOP just north of where the Forbidden City Chinese Restaurant is. As she pulls back onto Main, she also realizes that she has picked up a pair of bikes about a full block back.

[Thanee]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:00 AM; driving around, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz

< [Jazz] Hey guys, I'm en route to the IHOP north of Forbidden City in case you wanna meet me there for breakfast. Just have to get rid of the two bikes tailing me currently, but that shouldn't be too hard. >

She then activates her tiny crawler drone and sends it to a place behind her seat, where it won't have trouble to stay firm and from where it can send a video feed to her, so she has a backwards view in a small window in her AR overlay.

Still cruising along on her bike as before, she doesn't want them to know that she has become aware of their presence, Jazz also starts a scan via AR for nodes in the vincinity of the two bikes, hopefully getting an angle on their autopilots or at least their comlinks, to be able to mess with them. It's unlikely that their bikes are rigged, so the options will be a bit limited.

[kvasac]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM

Jake is off to pick up Anon...

[gobogen]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM

Rex is coming along...

[Redjack]

Tuesday March 18, 2070; ~9:30 AM

Jazz is the first to arrive at the IHOP. Both bikers followed her for a block before turning off; A situation avoided. This time.

Within ten minutes, Jake arrives with Rex & Anon. Another twenty and Spades arrives making the team complete. There are about 3 dozen other customers making the restaurant about half full. The waitress is a tall blond in her thirties. She has a certain charm about her, but has obvious led a hard life and her body is starting to show it a little. She smacks the gum she is chewing and refers to the the group as "y'all".

[gobogen]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:30 AM

So I guess we can only wait at this point? Not that I mind.

Rex goes through his music library on his comm and constructs a playslist of some old Rock songs to listen to. His cyberears play the tracks in the background and a smile appears on Rex's face.

[Thanee]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:30 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz

Jazz relaxes in her seat, sipping her coffee.

"As far as I can tell, there is little we can do, otherwise. Yes."

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:14 AM; Downtown, Seattle; Spade's Doss
Spades

Spades was still shivering as he drove towards the Pullayups. The things he sacrificed to stay clean were too numerous, like relations for the next week in this sorry shape. He continued on down, following the simple directions towards the IHOP. Even if he didn't get there in time to eat, he'd still be nearer to their location than he was, chattering his teeth at home. He was currently on the 161 through Tacoma headed down into the Pullayups. At least the cold shower was brief yet fruitful, it had made him appreciate the warmer weather outside, as he remembered this fact, he lowered his side window to let warm air flow in. It was a nice day to shoot someone.

He stole a small glance at his blanket-covered cardboard box sitting all by itself in the back foot well.

Good day to not get shot at... Lets pray this run goes as smoothly as the last one. He continued to mull over the details as he drove. Though, this was going to happen in broad daylight, sometime during the lunch rush, the courier was more than likely going to be stuck in traffic, the same fact that they were going to be as well. Their best bet was to either rent bikes or utilize them as the take down, while the others took standby positions nearby to run over when the car was stopped. It was risky, full of watchful eyes and cameras... Depending on where they were.

[kvasac]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:30 AM


Jake is his usual self, sitting quietly, waiting for something to happen, browsing for new drone models on the grid.

[Cap_Lock]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:00 AM

Anon glances at the haggard man and fishes through his pockets for a few nuyen bills he had in his pocket realizing this meant he probably wouldn't be eating tonight.

Anon smiles kindly at the Waitress as he takes a seat then glances over the rest of the group. "Hey guys," He instantly picks up a menu "mmm pancakes...." He glances up from his menu. "Uhm, just so you guys know...I'm kinda short. Gave my last few creds to a homeless guy."

[gobogen]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:30 AM

You really got to be either very rich or crazy to give away your money to a stranger. And this guy obviously isn't rich...

What were you thinking? Next time you have too much extra cash, omae, think of me.

[Cap_Lock]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:30 AM

"Oh." Annon answers innocently and begins strolling through the cheapest thing on the menu. "Well, uhm, eggs and toast is fine." He smiles lightly. "And if you're feeling really generous, some coffee?"

[Redjack]

Tuesday March 18, 2070; ~9:35 AM; IHOP, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex

The randomizer on Rex's music player starts with Rasputan's Green Daze (the 2029 remix) and is followed up by Red Rider's Lunatic Fringe.

The waitress takes note of Spades' arrival and takes his order, winking in a friendly manner as she submits the order to the kitchen and starts him out with a glass of water.

Jake finds that the Doberman XL-27B now comes standard with thermo-graphic optics and a 0.02% reduced power consumption.

Anon and Jazz get their orders brought to them. The food is actually pretty decent.

A call then arrives via the LTG Jazz rerouted through an anonomizing shadow-server.
<<@Team [Johnson] Morning. A new courier company has been contracted, however, I do not have the details about which one. I will get fifteen minutes notice to the pickup, anytime after 11:00am. Given that only Kuji Pharmaceuticals package was taken, they know they were the target of the last run so security has significantly ramped up.>>

[Thanee]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:36 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz

"Those sure ain't false promises. Come hungry, leave happy. Great stuff. Those pancakes are fantastic. Glad I didn't settle with just the coffee. So, any idea how we will go about it?"

[kvasac]

Monday March 18, 2070; ~9:35 AM; IHOP, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex

<<@Team[Jake]:Can anyone hack his way to information as to who the courier is?>>

[Thanee]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:36 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz

< [Jazz] That would basically mean hacking into Kuji themselves, since I wouldn't know where else to find a clue about it. And even in their own system it's unlikely that they have this kind of top secret information lying around just like that, after figuring out that someone is after them. What I could try is to browse through the various security companies and see if something seems unusual, like an increase in personnel or something that might point to the increased security. >

[gobogen]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:36 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens

Rex was annoyed to have to wait more. He had hoped that the incoming message would launch them immediately into action. <<Let us know what you find.>>

[Redjack]

Tuesday March 18, 2070; ~9:40 AM; IHOP, Puyallup City, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex

Anon is able to get something from the kids menu. The Mr Happy is a chocolate chip pancake with whipped cream creating a smiley face on it.

As the team continues to eat, Jazz pushes her plate to the side, lays her head down and promptly, apparently goes to sleep right there at the table.

[kvasac]

As the team continues to eat, Jazz pushes her plate to the side, lays her head down and promptly, apparently goes to sleep right there at the table.

Jake is horrified!!! Shivers run up his spine and he starts to sweat and shake slightly. How can anyone sleep in public - unclean - place.
He tries to direct his attentiont o something else before he hyperventilates.
"Any luck?"

[Thanee]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:40 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz

< [Jazz] Hmm... there are way too many security companies in this region. >

Obviously, Jazz isn't sleeping, but she has put her body into a comfortable position, much like a magician, while astrally projection, as her mind wanders elsewhere.

[kvasac]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:40 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens

"Do we know anything else? Something we might use for cross referencing to narrow our search? Rumours? Words on the street?"

[Thanee]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:40 AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens
Jazz

< [Jazz] Use your com/subvocals, we are in a public place. >

[Cap_Lock]

Anon listens intently to the chatter not really having much to add himself.

[Redjack]

The remainder of breakfast passes without incident. The team settles up the check and is ready to move on to the next phase: Legwork... unless the call comes before the team gets their legwork complete.

[SoyKaf Adict]

Monday March 18, 2070; 9:45~ AM; IHOP, Puyallup Barrens
Spades

Spades arrived late because of traffic, but settled in with enough time to order a water before everyone was getting ready to leave. Glad he'd eaten already, he followed along with the others to their cars, making a point to comment on their next course of action before the mission. He fixed his SubVox snuggly in place.

"Perhaps now is a good time to mention that at some point, if you all haven't already, we need to figure out if we're taking it by brute force or not, last one was a cakewalk. This next one is going to be tricky, and do we have a general location of Seattle we're meant to be near by the time the courier gets rollin'? (Beat) We don't have mojo, we do have hacking, but do we have rigging? Eyes in the sky will always be nice when tracking this package."

He waits for the others to respond while they're collected, he also sighs at his lack of ability to anything at the moment, his start being relatively fresh he had no one to contact relevant to this inquiry. All he was, at this point, was a gun hand, and a driver.