IC: Down in the Barrens II, John Doe's search for his past Options

[Redjack]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:07pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office

Doc Phin cocks an eyebrow at the questions. "I actually had not considered hitting a variable location. I have information about a clinic that just received an over stock, but where exactly you get the supplies from is not really of concern to me."

When the doctor pauses, Athena answers the question directed at her. "It is my experience that information is a need to know. I felt the good doctor has no need to be a part of our conversation, nor to hear my banter and cross-talk."

The doctor then continues his conversation, walking on the end of Athena's. "As to delivery, the Warlord's will provide a location for cooling the medicines. Your responsibility will be to acquire, clean and deliver the goods. Any other questions?"

[LordArcana]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:07pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Hawk

Standing from his chair Hawk looks over at his soon-to-be team and back at the digital Athena then finally bac to the Doc.

"I think i am almost satisfied with this meeting. Our pay, is that going to be half now and half on delivery? Oh and before i forget, you got that contact info for stump? I suppose a few clips of non-lethal ammo might be a good idea."

<<@Conference[Hawk] So when we finish up here, we going to hit up someplace to plan this out? Athena, I don't suppose we are going to get to meet you in the flesh so to speak? Oh yeah and by the way, for introductions sake, I'm Hawk.>>

[Redjack]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:07pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office

The doc replies matter-of-factly. "I was thinking two-hundred each, up front. Remainder on delivery."

In the virtual, Athena snickers. "Cautious little bastard." She then turns her attention to Hawk. "I never meet in the... meat. Never. This support is all from the matrix.... So, I'll need admin access to one of your coms to use as a jump point."

[Saytr]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:07pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Val

Val lost in all the dribble of conversations not knowing why the Athena character in his AR doesn't want the Doc to know she is listening looses his concern, for the moment he is only concentrating on getting his money and memory. "Doc what was the clinic with the over stock of supplies you mentioned we will use that information and our own to find out which facility we hit. As for the pay 200 up front will that cover all our costs? I think our Matrix support is already here with the looks of the AR image. so any details she has im sure we will get asap." with the mentioning of Athena AR image Val jabs a finger behind his shoulder.

Responding to Hawks<conference[val] " Im not to familiar with the area. also i don't have means of transportation so if i could hitch a ride im sure we can find a run down building somewhere around here to talk and hash things out. The name is Val by the way for names sake."

I know i probably seem a little strange i hope non of these guys know the guys that were after me the other night.

[ludomastro]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:07pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Ghost

Up front pay seems a little low.
You aren't offing anyone. At least not on purpose. did you expect every run to pay as well as ...
Not another word.

"When you said that Stump was providing the gel rounds, did you mean that he had them for purchase or that we would be provided gel rounds? I will assume for the moment that our hacker - Athena - has been or will be compensated by you directly."

[LordArcana]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:07pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Hawk

"I don't know Doc, I been told you are an ork of your word...but twenty percent? Thats not even two clips of gel rounds. Not to mention a little yen to cover the pre-game meal. You sure you can't do three-fifty up front?"

Looking around to see what the others reactions are...

"I know it would make me feel a bit more comfortable. But if you can't raise the scratch right now I understand. I just hope the saps on duty at Doc Wagon have good armor. Hey if you have a business card i could always recommend your clinic to anyone we have to shoot"

That last bit stings with a little more sarcasm than Hawk originally intended but none-the-less he waits it out to see the reaction on the docs face.

If he is true to his word on being a (meta)Humanitarian i would think that will hit him like a slap in the face. I just hope he has a short memory and forgets before i need a quick patch job. I would hate to wake up sometime after a run with my dick attached to my forehead.

<<@Conference[Hawk] Sure Val, i can give you a lift. I was thinking someplace with a little fluid refreshment, perhaps even some 'death-by-soy' grub. Athena, you have any recommendations for a not too far out of the way pub?>>

Wanting a little privacy from the other two Hawk sends a message diretly to Athena.

<<@Athena[Hawk]Hey, if i give you admin access...you're not going to make me do anything stupid right? Dance like a chicken or scratch my balls in public?>>

Not like i don't do that last one on my own anyway from time to time.

[Redjack]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:08pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office

"Already here? I should have known." He looks up and around as he addresses the hacker, much like one would address an apparition or spirit floating invisibly above the team. Athena chuckles in reply, though again, only the team can hear her. "Athena, you're like a damn ghost in the machine." He looks back at the team, his face a little more solemn. Business like. "Yes. We have an arrangement. You will not need to pay her... and I will cover two clips of gel rounds for each of you. Upfront."

Athena answers Hawk's question:
<<@Conference [Athena] Not in this neighborhood. Though the scan is really good on this place called Ugly Bob's in Hollywood. 145th near 168th. A favorite of the factory employees. Local heavies keep the fights down - or at least in the street and the fries are made with real potatos; At least partially.>>

<<@Hawk [Athena] I am the goddess of Wisdom. Hermes, now he might make you dance like a chicken. I would be compelled to laugh if he did that, but no, I would not do it.... Unless there was a tactical advantage to be gained.>>

[ludomastro]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:08pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Ghost

"Then I am decided. Let us move forward."
At the same time he sends an information packet to the conference.
<<@ Conference [Ghost] Here is my contact information. A discussion over food would be acceptable.>>

He stands, bows to Doc Phin and the other assembled team members, including Athena and begins to leave the room.

You sure this is kosher?
I am not Jewish.
You damn well know what I meant.
Further conversation is not relevent to this job. Doc, is the Johnson. Deniability is important.
And you would know all about helping someone have deniability.
Professionalism.
Self preservation.
. . .
Just remember which end of the knife goes where and that you aren't supposed to cut yourself.

[Saytr]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:08pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Val

when Hawk turns to leave Val starts right after him "I guess we are a good then Doc, well see you when we have the goods." Val follows ghost out.

<@conference [Val] " If Athena needs access to a com i guess she can use mine its a little buggy right now and sometimes the screen works but there is a huge crack in it. use at your own risk.">


Val then sends Athena a message [ Question if i asked you to look me up could you? i need to acquire my home adress and i can't seem to remember where i left it been a while since i been there last, my com got a little jacked from a car accident. also what ever you could find i will try to pay the best i can for.]

[LordArcana]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:08pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Doc Phin's Office
Hawk

Satisfied with the Doc's responses, Hawk reaches for the door ready to leave.

"See you soon Doc...hopefully not too soon."

With all that dermal armor that elf lad has, i wonder if he really needs a helmet.

<<@Conference[Hawk] Doc said this Stump guys lives close by. I say we pick up our gel rounds on the way. Perhaps he has something a little more potent yet nonlethal. When we get to Ugly Bob's, first round is on me.>>

[Redjack]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:12pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle

@Val

[ Spoiler ]

<<@Val [Athena] I'll start digging and let you know.>>

@Team
As the team heads out of the doctor's office and through the clinic, Athena establishes a relay through Hawk's com. Mary the receptionist is standing by the back door, waiting to let the team out. She watches each one of the team leave, then closes the door behind them without a word.

Once outside, Hawk extends an arm to Val, then audibly disarms the bike's alarm system. Stump's is just over three blocks away and the trip on the two bikes goes quickly. The trio do notice a trio of street kids watching them as they exit the alley, but the team has no issues getting to Stump's.

The street consists of one and two story run down buildings; Only two appear to be store fronts these days: Thrift Shop and Lucky Pawn. Val, the dermal armored elf of the team leads them to Lucky Pawn. He finds the door locked, but it just takes the dwarf within a moment to waddle across the room. He unlocks the three separate locking mechanisms and lets the team in, re-locking the doors behind them.

"Gentlemen." he says, turning to return to the counter, speaking as he walks. "Predator ammo for Valery. What about you other two?" He turns when he reaches the counter, he steps behind, stepping up onto a platform and turns back to face the team. The platform makes him seem nearly 2m tall.

@Val

[ Spoiler ]

<<@Val [Athena] What's this?>>

CODE

Romulov Enterprises Membership #46543834526
Locker #1347
Gold's Gym
2290 15th Ave SE, Snohomish

[LordArcana]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:12pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Lucky Pawn
Hawk

Back in the army days we used to give people nick names based on opposites. Bald guys named Harry, skinny guys named chubbs...I guess in this guys case someone was playing a little reverse psychology.

Accepting the fact that the elf seemed to already know Stump and on good terms to boot, Hawk holds out his hand offering friendship.

"You have jellies for an Ingram X?"

<<@Conference[Hawk] Hey Athena darling, you think Doc Wagon will have any spiritual support on guard duty?>>

[ludomastro]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:12pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Lucky Pawn
Hawk

"Predator for me as well, Stump." He leans against one of the display cases, facing the door. He reaches into his coat but removes nothing.

Damn! She got that one too. I need a drink.
I hear you.
You're agreeing with me?
Hey, even an ugly hooker can turn the occasional trick. I figure when you're right, you're right.

<<@ Conference [Ghost] Yes. I would be most interested to know my opposition. I'd also like to know if this place you are suggesting has anything cold on tap.>>

[Saytr]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:12pm; Redmond Barrens, Seattle; Lucky Pawn
Val

Val greets Stump with a un adible nod, grabbing the ammo and starts to load the ammunition into his only clip "don't suppose you have anything with a little more stopping power but non-lethal?" he then glances at Stump again "anything else come in that might be of help for me?"

@Athena

recieving the text from Athena Val is surprised she found it that quick he already had that information but needed a little more to go on [@Athena Val thank you for that bit but i know that already] [/color]he sends all the information he has on himself that Stump was able to acquire [if you would like a little more help you can try to dive into my Com it is a battered and a little broken but i have no idea what kind of information might be on it, i could really use any other information.]

[Redjack]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:15pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle

@Val

[ Spoiler ]

<<@Val [Athena] Sure. That one was easy, it had a recent access time-stamp on it. What hack was in here cleaning up? In any case, I've locked down your com and am attempting to recover the deleted address book and calendar databases. Yea. They're pretty corrupt.. and encrypted. They makes recovery infinity more complex. Wait. I found several keys, digital keys of course. They reference database entries in the address book. Great. I think I'll start some public queries on your ID and picture.>>

@Team
Stump shakes Hawk's extended hand. "Yea. In the safe." As he walks towards the only door behind the counter, he answers Val. He is gone into the back room for a couple of minutes and returns carrying an Ingram Smartgun X, which he places on the counter in front of Val. As he sets down two clips of the requested ammo in front of each of the trio, he addresses Val. "These are pretty easy to get around here. That what you were thinking?"

The magazines he hands the team are fully loaded with GEL rounds. Two clips of Predator ammunition for both Val and Ghost. Two clips for the Ingram for Hawk and two clips with the Ingram he retrieved from the back room.

While Stump is in the back.
<<@Conference [Athena] I'll start working up a profile on the Doc Wagon Clinic the doc recommended. Are one of you spell-slingers?>>

[ludomastro]

<<@ Conference [Ghost] That would be me. Ghost's the name, moving qi - or chi if you prefer - is my trade. Anything specific you want to know?>>

I could use something to drink about now.
. . . .

<<@ Athena [Ghost] Now. About that drink.>>

[Redjack]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:15pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle

<<@Conference [Athena] 11201 NE 100the St, Highlands Park Doc Wagon Clinic, Kirkland, Bellvue>>

[ludomastro]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:15pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle
Ghost

Damn it! She didn't answer about the drink.
Play nice and we'll get our drink with dinner.
OK. OK. You're right.

[LordArcana]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:15pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle
Hawk

Hawk nods in the direction of Stump as he examines the payload of each clip ensuring, for now atleast, that each round is indeed a gel round. Taking the top two rounds out of each clip, he gives them a closer inspection making sure they will meet his needs before returning them to the clips.

I wonder how much of our run Ol' Doc Phin told to this vertically challenged fella.

"Stump my firend...I don't suppose you would happen to have any Stick-N-Shocks available? You see i have this neighbor who has this dog...well its actually more like a small buffalo. Well anyway i'd just like it to stop violating my bike. No need to kill it, i just want to send its ass back up into its stomach. If you have them i'll take a clip for a predator."

<<@Conference[Hawk] Athena, i don't suppose you can get floorplans and or a virtual walk-around of the facility? Find which exterior doors are closest to the pharmaceutical storage area. I'm working on an idea, can you find out how many vehicles that particular clinic supports?>>

I wonder just how good Athena really is.

<<@Athena[Hawk] Out of curiosity, ever try hacking a Doc Wagon bracelet before?>>

Hawk's stomach makes a rather audible noise. Looking around to see if anyone else heard that he puts a hand on his belly.

In a few minutes already, didn't that 'four-alarm-fire' soyburrito and the piss warm and flat beer fill you up this morning?

[Saytr]

Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:15pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle
Val

Val thanks Stump for the "gift". He had no idea exactly what he was expecting but anything other then a pistol and something automatic sounded like it would be a little better off then a heavy pistol. "thank you friend. i will compensate later." Val looks over the weapon sliding the chamer and checking the barrel for any obstructions and clearing the chamer checks to make sure the firiing pin makes the audible click after sliding the chamber back to ensure the weapon is working properly. After the inspection of the weapon Val tries to look for some place to holster the weapon inside his jacket but finds that there is no where to hide, Val looks around for any kind of rope or strong sling to make a shoddy sling to attach to the Ingram X.

I wish i knew what i would be doing with all of this gear? i hope we dont have to use it, i would hate to do something i wouldnt normally do

<@conference [Val]"that would be great information to have a floor plan as well as the doors to the storage facility. Aslo will you be able to unlock any locked doors when we are inside the facility, i mean unless any of you two can pick locks that is."
@Athena

[ Spoiler ]

[Thank you now as for payment for the information what would you like? i dont have to much to pay for it but what ever you get i will work with you in what ever way i can to pay for it]

[Redjack]

Team, Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:15pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle

Stump erupts into a deep belly laughter after Val's comment. "Cash and carry or boots and walking, my friend-" He stops and rethinks his position for a moment, "On the other hand, what terms are you thinking?"

As Val thinks, he turns back to Hawk, "I wish I had stick-n-shock. Those things are pulling premium these days. I am working an angle... Check back on Tuesday."

For Ghost, having all the ammo he needs, his thoughts stray to the fact that he hasn't had a drink in nigh on twenty-four hours. He manages to keep his composure only squirming a bit. Luckily, the duo are too busy with Stump to notice.

<<@Hawk [Athena] First time for everything... Depends on the level. The IC is pretty nasty on those I hear.>>

<<@Val [Athena] Let's see what I find. Then we can talk about payment.>>

[LordArcana]

Team, Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:16pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle
Hawk

Looking up from the Ingram clips to Stump...

"Tuesday you say. Indeed i shall. What do you have in the field of military surplus gear? Rucksacks, pull-over head masks and neck gaiters...olive if you got them."

Oh i have a great key to open doors...

<<@Conference [Hawk] Ex-ex rounds work wonders for opening doors.>>

Nothing says good morning like the smell of Napalm.

"Oh and Stump...you wouldn't happen to have a couple 'breathtaker' gas grenades just laying around waiting to be purchased?"

[ludomastro]

<<@ Conference [Ghost] Ex-ex is a bit more noisy too. I would rather not draw attention unnecessarily.

"Yep. Stump, knock out gas grenades would be great."

<<@ Conference [Ghost] Any thoughts on the physical security situation, Athena?

[Redjack]

Team, Friday, March 27th, 2071; 5:17pm; Lucky Pawn, Redmond Barrens, Seattle

<<@Conference [Athena] I like to start backwards. -] Attachment: MAP [- Starting with the escape route. This clinic is locked in a subdivision in an A rated neighborhood. Did I mention the Lone Star Station 7 blocks away? There is also a sound barrier/security wall the entire length of the 405 on the Bellvue side. I will try to locate a floor plan as well as whatever personnel scheduling I can access. Those will take some time. Any other quick details? Otherwise I'll head out and work on those last two.>>

"Rucksacks I have. No olive, though I do have some neo-urban v3 camo." The dwarf gestures down an isle. "Third rack down on the left. Masks are at the end on the right. Masks are in the same pattern and are the long neck variety that tuck into the shirt." He rubs his chin. "As to the grenades. I'll add those to the list...." He looks up to the team, "How soon you need all this pulled together? When are you planning on doing the job?"

[ludomastro]

<<@ Conference [Ghost] I hear you on the work backwards part. That would have saved the guys who did in the Big D back in the day. UCAS still has those poor slots locked up in the new Area 51. Anyway, I don't have a spell to float us over the wall. We either have to go over the old fashion way or blow a hole in the wall. I can't see that being a good thing though. Any drainage tunnels big enough for us? I'll have to think more on that as we go. Perhaps over dinner.>>

Drinks. Then, dinner.
Then, another drink.