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[Meriss]

"Guess so." Steve nodded and took a quick look around while unholstering his Colt.

"Gimme a hand with this would ya." He indicates the tarped back of the truck. "And the tracker is prolly just Uncle Phil making sure we ain't taking off and selling his truck fer beer money in Vegas or some shit. An' what in hell is that.... ?" He points to some random piece of wildlife.

[fistandantilus4....]

MITNick climbs out, heading for the tracker and making sure there's no other little surprises, just to be safe.

[SinN]

Chester looks at MIT-Nick heading towards the tracker, then to Steve.
Maybe Im new at this whole shadowrunnin thing, but unless you can prove that the tracker is the work of your uncle, I say we trash it. As a matter of fact, I say we trash it anyway. I dont apreciate bein watched while I work. Im sure some can agree.

Chester takes a look at the critters, trying to recognise if they're the awakened ones the team was warned about.

[ludomastro]

The animals in Chester's field of view do not appear to be awakened in any way.

There is off to the left a sound that breaks into the relative peace. It is a small scrawnny looking dog. It almost looks like it is watching the team.

[Redjack]

After Flash pulls the gear out of the truck, straps on his backpack. "I'm a city boy, born and bread, so this whole get back to nature job is just a little- hell, a lot off the beaten path." He turns on his chameleon suit, "Though I am used to slipping in to places unseen and busting a few skulls."

His adrenaline is beginning to flow at the thought of a little danger. As he pulls the chameleon suit hood over his head he smiles, while looking around. 'Bout time to find out what these boys are made of.

[SinN]

Chester looks astrally towards Flash and smiles.

I can still see you.

[Meriss]

Steve rolls his eyes at the kid. "Look mojo boy, iffin' I take this thing back to Uncle Phil in less than pristine condition, he's going to have me by the short hairs. He might not kill me but it won't be pleasent."

He glances over at MIT-Nick. "Where the fuck is the dumb ass thing?"

[fistandantilus4....]

MITNick grunts from his now prone position underneath the rig, ignoring most of the chatter while he digs around, looking for the tracker.
Workin' on it.

[Redjack]

As the team begins to get their gear together and thoughts turn to the trek ahead, Flash speaks up. "Now I ain't ne'er been in the military or boy scouts, so I'm not sure which'n is the best way fer us ta do this, but I fig'r with me havin' this suit I stick with what I know and that's running point." Cause that's where the action will be and got knows I don't want mage boy blastin' it before I git to have some fun.

Under the mage, he smiles. As he talks, Flash checks his own ammo, making sure that he loaded the live rounds and not the gel. "I wanted the fly-spy to give me eyes a little ways ahead. Don't I need a command program or the like?" Flash's knowledge of computer systems seems to be a little more rounded than his cadre of software.

[fistandantilus4....]

MITNick hollers out from beneath their wheels. I can take care of the buggies Johnny Flash. You don't really need a "command" program. Don't think that does what you think it does. The bugger needs a Pilot soft to run. Should come with one of those, 'pendin' on where ya got it.
...Now where is that damn thing?

[ludomastro]

Moments later MITNick spots the tracker welded to the frame of the truck in a less than obvious location.

[fistandantilus4....]

Alright, they welded the fuckin' thing on. Hey kid, come magic this damn thing off.

MITNick's little feet kick from beneath the truck as he moves around, frustrated and annoyed.

[SinN]

Chester raises his eyebrows.

This should be fun. Cross your fingers that I dont blow the car up.

Chester slides underneath the vehicle, to get a better look to see if he should even attempt a spell.

[Meriss]

Steve vents some of his frustration "Awwwww. Guys c'mon! You may not care about my hide but I do! Uncle Phil will kill me if I don't get this thing back to him in one piece!"

He processes some of what MIT-Nick said. "An' don't the weld mean its Uncle Phil's bug?"

[SinN]

Chester ignores Steve and speaks to MIT-Nick and Flash.
I could summon a spirit. They can get to places we can't. If we can't get it off, we can always just break it from the inside. Just shut it off. And we could keep usin it to get through this place. Like a guide. Waddya think?

[fistandantilus4....]

We were all inside for a good fifteen minutes. If they did it quick, it'd only take a minute, two tops to put a quick weld on it. But the fact that you'd even suspect your dealer of rigging our wheels sure doesn't make me feel very much more comfortable.

MITNick steps away frim away from the truck, none to eager to be close to a mag-o-boy at work.

[Meriss]

"Just let me know when it's over. Try not to blow up the truck." Steve covers his face melodramatically.

[SinN]

Chester rolls up his sleeves and holds his hands out and quietly chants in Sperithial.

Chesters Conjuring roll

[ Spoiler ]

Attempting a force 7 spirit of man
Magic-7
Conjuring-4
Roll: [2,5,6,1,2,3,6,4,6,6,4]
5 Net Success's
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1907361/

[ludomastro]

A wizened old man with white hair and a walking stick appears before Chester on the astral.

Where abouts did ya need my help?

[SinN]

Chester smiles.

Thank you for being here, wise spirit. Reside on the astral until I call you.

[ludomastro]

Alright young one. Just don't let an old man stand for too long. Arthritis ya know.

[SinN]

Hm.... I'm gonna play this one safe.
Wise spirit, come back. I have a task for you. Chester points to the truck.
Underneath this vehicle is an item in a metal box that is welded to the car. The item is a tracking bug. It's used to find someone who doesn't want to be found. I need you to destroy this item, without damaging the vehicle. Do you understand?

[ludomastro]

I got ya, young one. You don't want to be found, I want to go home. I think that's fair. The spirit pokes at the truck with his walking stick. A shower of blue sparks fly out from roughly the same area as the tracking bug. That oughta do ya. The spirit fades from the astral.

[Redjack]

Flash views the whole magical exchange with a bit of disdain. It's like cheating., he muses. Whipping up stuff out of nothing. Willing changes to be made. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure he didn't like magic. Too much there he couldn't control or affect.

"Are we ready?" he asks, ready to be on the way.

[SinN]

Just a sec
Chester turns his attention back to the spirit.
Now for your last task, then you may return to your home on the metaplanes, with my thanks. We are searching for a place out here thats isnt part of the original design, if you get what I mean. A research center of sorts. I suppose since I summoned you here, you would be familiar with what Im talking about? For your last task, I would ask you act as a guide through the woods here, until we get to our desired location. Once we are there, you are free to go home.

Damn Im good..