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[BlackHat]

Discharge similarly kept his head down and mouth shut. He knew better than to try and negotiate himself, he would just end up looking like a fool, stressing himself out, and probably collapsing on the floor. He didn't really care if the number budged at all, or not - he was thrilled at the idea of work that didn't necessarily involve violence. Even if the negotiation failed, five-K was enough to cover the remained of what he needed to get his next batch of therapy.

[ChipheadCharley]

Ms. J handles the questions very business like. "Addresses are on the backs of the hardcopies, they'll also be on the beam. I did hire a good number of you, I'm sure you can manage watching them, you have two weeks. I've also attached a commcode you can reach me by. If you spook them, then I hired the wrong bunch didnt I?"

OOC:
Through offer and counter offer Rossi negotiates the sum of 6250 per week, per person.

Jasper realizes its not her normal number, its pretty obvious.

[Red-ROM]

10:50:03 Ticklers, downtown Seattle
PAN: Hidden

Mrs. J got herself a new comm number. Guess that's only proffesional. Jasper was tickled at the bump in price and visions of new hardware came creeping to mind as he looked around at the group to see who would take charge. he rested an elbow on "Harry", the Ruger in the quick draw holster at his belt, "I guess we'll be needin to get acquainted real quick like."

[dionysus]

Tes grins across the table at Jasper, his long canines glinting in the soft light. I think I'm going to like the gearhead.
"Real quick indeed," glancing at Rossi, "If we're done here, I would suggest we head somewhere a little more suitable and get ourselves organized."

[DWC]

02-Mar-2071, 22:50:23, Ticklers, Alki, Downtown, Seattle

From his body language, it's clear that Nuke is satisfied with the terms, and he seems totally unconcerned with the lack of any sort of advance for expenses. He nods to the digitally clothed Johnson and gets up.

"Anyone got a place in mind? The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can get to work."

In his head, the hacker starts assembling server specifications, and the beginning of an order to send to his fixer, along with operating system specifications to hunt for.

[Fuchs]

03/02/71 22:50:17 Champagne Room, Ticklers, Alki, Downtown, Seattle

6250 per week... that's... 12... 12500!

Stray is elated at the pay that was negotiated. She'd certainly would have never managed that. Now to get to work... planning, and such. The adept doesn't know a good place to chat - she'd suggest the Starlight Express, but it is a strip club, and they're in a club right now... plus it might be embarrassing if some of the regulars notice.

When everything seems settled with the Johnson and the group gets ready to leave Stray stands up as well, moving very fluidly.

[DireRadiant]

Business concluded, Yukika stood up and moved to retrieve her umbrella and coat, then stood at the exit to the champagne room giving a small smile and nod to everyone as they leave, before following the group out.

[gobogen]

With nothing more to be done or discussed here, Flash follows the group out the club.

[DWC]

02-Mar-2071, 22:53:17, Outside Ticklers, Alki, Downtown, Seattle

Outside the club, and its’ faraday cage VIP room, Nuke sends a mental command to the big bodied Harley. The engine roars to life with all the delicacy and finesse of a shotgun blast in an elevator. The sound echoes down the alley, and the streets of Alki as the machine rumbles to life.

Out in the cool night air, the hacker slides his shades back on. After a moment, he remembers to kill the Edit program now that he no longer needs to pay attention to what the mostly naked woman is telling him. As the bike settles into a comfortable throaty rumble, he pulls open some mapping software, looking up the exact locations of the safehouses.

As the map hovers before him in glowing AR, he remembers that other thing he meant to do. A quick thought dispatches the pencil-skirted icon off on its’ digital treasure hunt.

[ Spoiler ]

Pilot+Browse, spending 10 minutes searching for one, then 10 minutes searching the other.
Alec Littletree 10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=1, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=5, 10d6.hits(5)=1 26 hits
Xa Firebird 10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=5, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=6, 10d6.hits(5)=0, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=5 34 hits

And the third thing. Nuke sends a quick message off into the matrix to the family friend who got him involved with this job.

<<@BN: I’m trying to get my hands on a nexus. I'll send you the specs. Let me know what you can come up with.>>

Message and technical specifications sent, he returns his attention to the people actually standing around him.

[ Spoiler ]

Looking for a nexus with the following:
Response 3, persona limit 5, processor limit 20. Cost 3k, Avail 12
System and firewall to be located later

“Where are we headed?�

[Oenone]

Rossi smiles as the negotiations conclude and the fee gets boosted to a more appropriate level.

"Anywhere is fine with me," he replies. "Preferably somewhere private where we can set up a jammer and a white noise generator however."

[Fuchs]

03/02/71 22:54:25 Outside Ticklers, Alki, Downtown, Seattle

3K in advance... I am sorry Al that I ever dounted you

Stray is even happier about the advance they received... those were the major leagues, alright! She takes a look at the rest of the team, then speaks up.

"So, where are we going to now?"

[DWC]

We are fucked if I’m the decisive one here. Half tempted to toss them my commcode and ride off, just to force someone make a decision.

While he waits for someone to claim the mantle of leadership, Nuke settles into the saddle of the rumbing chopper, drops it into gear and cruises the black on black hog back to the assembled group.

He looks around, eyes hidden by the dark sunglasses.

Stay or go, stay or go, stay or go.

The engine snarls as he wavers, then settles down to a comfortable idle as the hacker makes his choice.

�By the way, I’m Nuke. Nice to meet you all.�

[Red-ROM]

"Names Jasper Ya'll, Nice Bike Nuke. I love those things. not real practical, but more fun than Jesus at a water park". Jasper mentaly starts up "Shelly" and brings "Charlene" around. The van pulls up behined Nuke. The reuthinium polimer making it look smaller and half blending in with the rainy background. The Side door opens,"Any o' you Guys or Gals need a Ride?"