The Evil Men Do Options

[SinN]

Haze walks to the strange mans body and snaps a picture of his face. Then calls his Rade.

[fistandantilus4....]

The phone rings a couple of times before synching with Raid's commlink. The pic that fills the screen isn't the familiar face of his friend, but instead the familiar icon of a action hero-esque war pilot, complete with half smoked cigar. The background shows what seems to be a paused game of Unreal At War 4. Raid's icon's gruff voice answers, the cigar dangling precariously.
Haze! Just in time, I could use a second squad on the left flank! The bastards are coming through with a full batallion, and I need a distraction!

[SinN]

Later..Raid. Listen. I need your help. Im sending you a picture of a man. I need you to find out who he is. And why the fuck he was in Redmund. Can you do this for me?

He crosses his body, having relized he just cursed in a church.

[fistandantilus4....]

The ancient image of Nick Fury: Howling Commando mixed with TheLast Star Fighter blinks for a second, confused.
Huh? Uhh... sure, I'll see what I can dig up. I don't knw if I can tell ya' what he was doin' in Redmond, but I can probably find out who he is for you.Why? Spit in the holy water or something?

[SinN]

Haze sends the picture.

He's a little clean cut for our neck of the woods eh? He was murdered right across the street from the Church.

[fistandantilus4....]

Whoa ... yeah, guess that explains the blood and the "dead guy" look. Just let me finish with this Battle and I'll het right on it.

[SinN]

Haze raises his voice a little bit.
Raid, you need to do this now. Father Matthews......was killed to. In the alley next to the church. Haze is visibly upset.

[fistandantilus4....]

What!? What the fuck Haze, you can't tell me that first!? What the hell happened?!

[SinN]

Becuase I didnt want to upset you. But I needed you to know how urgent this is. Im going to find who did this Raid. But I cant do it with out you. So you need to keep it together, soka?

[fistandantilus4....]

So some psychopath murdered Father Matthews and some Upright Citizen right in front of the church!? What the fuck!? Damn it, and you know the Star won't do jack. The whole area's barely a D-zone. Fuck man, I'll do whatever you need.

The icon starts pacing angrily as he closes down the matrix game.

[SinN]

Thanks Raid. knew I could count on you. Call me when you got some info. Im gonna go work some mojo and see if the astral picked up anything.

Haze closes his com shut and sits in a pew, and projects himself into the astral, and flowing out to the alley. Looking for anything out of the ordinary, but being very cautius, ready to go back to his body anytime.

[fistandantilus4....]

Roll Assensing

[SinN]

http://www.otherrealm.net/sr/

Results:

Dice:5,Edge:false(2/3)
Results:5 4 6 6 4
HITS:3

[fistandantilus4....]

The astral plane is sharp and distinct with the feel of sudden and cruel violence. It's almost painful at the scene of so recent and grisly a murder. Father Matthews' stark terror and sudden pain are still very evident, as is the residue of the pure malice that destoryed him. That malice is the lingering taint of the priests' murderer. The residue of fading magic is present as well, with the same hate and maliciousness tainting it.
There is a remaining spell signature that Haze has spotted and assensed. It looks like a nuber of spells were used, of different types. The actual spells themselves are not disecentable due to the lingering back ground count, but he can recognize the signature in teh future.

[SinN]

Got ya you bastard.

Not being able to bear the overwhelming feeling of fear and pain, Haze goes back to his body. As soon as he see's Father Micheal he leaves him one last message before he leaves.

Father, leave a message for Preist. I would like to speak to him as soon as I can. Im going to do some legwork on the man who was shot.

Sends a text to Raid:
Hey man, Im coming to you. Hold off on any info till I get there. Dont worry, Father Micheal is taking care of Father Matthews. WE just focus on this for now. BE there in 30.

[fistandantilus4....]

A look of real cocern and turmoil crosses over Father Michael's face. He suddenly looks years older, but he nods.

Haze takes off, soon finding himself in the run down hood Raid calls home. Raid's apartment building isn't much to look at, but that's because the rundown squat isn't much. Thank God for the wireless matrix.

[SinN]

Haze enters the building and climbs the stairs to Raids apartment, once he's there he bangs on the door three times.

Raid! It's me! Open up man!

[fistandantilus4....]

After a minute, and quite a lot of bitching, the door opens. It's not Raid, but a cheap anthroform assistant he's cobbled together from parts. Raid is across the room, straightening things up.

Jesus, I thought you guys that lived in churches had some God Damned patience!

[SinN]

Patients is a virtue, and I dont have time for either right now. You get any good info chummer?

Haze walks into the apartment, looking around at nothing and everything.

[fistandantilus4....]

Raid quickly orients himself, pulling up an AR file and shooting a copy to Haze.

Guy's name is ... was Samuel Cooper, Sam to friends. Seattle local, has a condo he owns in Downtown, not far from Queen Anne district. Guy's an investor, does well for himself. Worth a few million, all in investments. He's single, does the dating thing, but does the call girl thing more. Late 40s, son of a business man, Marcus Cooper, deceased. Member of a couple of pro-business policlubs like the Business Improvement Disctrict, One Americas, Arch Conservatives, and weirly, donates to MoM. Guess he's looking for a tax write off. No known kids legit or otherwise, no known debts or vices, besides a little gambling at the Gates, which means no mob ties. Standard venture capitolist really. No known ties to any mega, he's apparently independantly wealthy. He does have various stock interests of course, but who doesn't.
He pauses, looking Haze over, considering, apparently deciding it's better not to ask. He continues.
Given some cred or a lot more time, I could probably get a psych profile together, or maybe hack his p2.0 account. Kinda like your MyFace social blogger BS, but with a 5K entrance fee. A little nod to the Have/Have Nots. Kinda doubt you're a "Have" in secret, and I know I'm not, so I'd hafta hack it, or find someone willing to spill some intel. Anyway, besides the guy doing some regualr charity donations, all via the matrix and automatic by the way, I can't figure why he was in Redmond. I can tell you that he took transportation other than his own though. Either he didn't want his car broken into, sensible really, or he didn't want anybody recognizing him. Raid shrugs.

[SinN]

Haze looks the info over, slight puzzled.
You can practicly see this guys halo. So why would someone off em? Robbery you think? And just minutes before Father Mathews? Im not sure if its connected. This man was shot in plain site, Father Mathews was..... Haze trying to catch himself before he spoke, but decided he'd already come to far into the sentence, Raid was an adult, he could handle truths better then half-truths.....butchered in the alley. He places a hand on Raids shoulder. Please dont freak out, I need you to stay with me Raid. He turns around pacing the apartment, looking in Raids drawers and cubords for any drugs Raid could take to attempt to heal his greif. Haze needed him sober. Ill get you your 5k, we need that info. And perhaps we can use his accounts as funding for our little adventure.
[color=salmon]My biggest concern is Father Mathews killer, instead of the our mysterious friend here. But I will do some legwork. Get his home address, and Ill go investigate. I wanna be sure these two are'nt connected. He doesnt have family or kids, so this will make it easier to get around his place. Some call girl comes in, Ill just make up some drek about bein a partner in an investment or somethin. Comin by to pick up some paperwork he left for me. I dunno, some shit like that. As for Father Micheals, I got a good astral signiture from his killer. Ill be able to recognize it later if I see it. Ill have you know, I detected a number of spells cast. It must've took alot to bring down the Father, he didnt go without a fight. Im sure he hurt whatever it was. Gave it somethin to remember him by I hope.
Text to Father Micheals
Father, please let me know when you've contacted Preist, and an estimated time of when to expect him, either the usual mystery hour in the middle of the night or otherwise.

[fistandantilus4....]

Raid nods, pulling up the information on Cooper Haze requested. Hey I'm arctic here bud. Just let me know where you need me. You know, as long as "where" ... is ... here...
Good luck getting Father Michaels to actually respond to a text message by the way. Think you'll see the second coming before that guy sends a text anywhere.

[SinN]

Haze chuckles.
I planned to stop by the church again anyway. Haze gets the information he needs, stands, and makes his leave.
Keep me posted. Shuts the door.

He hops into a cab headed to the address of Cooper. There he hopes to find a few more clues.

[fistandantilus4....]

The cab drops Haze off just out side of a large office plex/residence high rise district. His ID doesn't give him general access to the area, so he's dropped on the perimeter. I quick AR search shows Cooper's residence in one of the three large buildings before him. A quick visual scan also shows a few roving security guards. Although only lightly armed, they have the one weapon that is truly dangerous; the radio.