[X] My Assistant

[BlackHat]

Scorch glances up, looking at Vamp and directing a messages to his AR display without any facial movement at all. The information sent was marked up so that it could be fed into whatever simsense Vamp's commlink made available, resorting to a text-display if audio wasn't available. <Your call, but remember that our plan no longer involves the gear this guy has lined up for us and that, if we accept, we'll have a harder time leveraging our mark to insure the release of the jay.>

[Trigger]

Vamp let himself look contemplative as the message arrived from Scorch, visible in his sight and being played in his ears. Vamp sends back a quick subvocal message: <We will get the J and his family out some way else. Right now we should protect our hides and walk away with the gear we need.>

Turning his attention back to the Johnson, Vamp says, "So, let me get this all straight. You give us the gear we need, gratis, and then we turn Torres over to you, and that's it? That seems like a little more work on our part than the near 5,000 nuyen in gear that we asked for...." Vamp lets the statement hang in the air, hoping to get the Johnson to bite and offer them something a bit more enticing for the deal.

[zed]

The Johnson sighed visibly, "I understand your predicament but you have to understand mine. Requisitioning equipment is a simple task, money is not. So i had hoped that my small offer of merchandise would entice you to assist me. After all i believe you will deal with the problem anyway. But it seems once again the shadow community places more value on cred sticks than on favours. " He moves back to the holo projector and flicks it on, second or two the picture of Duke changes to a pretty young woman. Vamp recognises her immediately as his ex lover Lilith. "A pretty thing wouldnt you say. it seems this young lady is tied up in something she ought not to be tied up in. In fact just last week we interecepted a small cargo truck of hers and her associates. A cargo that i'm sure neither my superiors or the Pee-Dee would want ending up in the shadows."

He moved over to a window and gestures to the man outside, "Since im not really in a position to offer you hard nuyen i'll offer you this. Your lady friends missing merchandise sits downstairs. you can take that plus the goods i offer you, deal with Mr Torres and afterwards I will owe you a favour. If on the other hand Mr Torres makes it to the interrogation facility and does, as i fear, talk about everything that has been happening i believe we will have no choice but to start a small war in your back yard. Sadly there is always collateral damage from any war." he turned off the holo projector as he spoke the last few words.

a knock and captain black entered with a small pda. He handed it over to Mr Johnson who nodded. "So, to be clear heres what i am offering you to assit you. 2 X Ares Alpha with underslung grenade launchers, 2 X M79b1 LAW, 1 X Arbalest II Maw with 4 Anti Vehicle Rockets, 10 Clips of explosive ammo for the Ares, 5 Flash bang grenades and 5 thermal smoke grenades. 20 Capsule rounds with DMSO and Narcjet. Also there are 4 crates of sundry items belonging to the young lady we mentioned." He let it all hang for a moment "That Gentlemen, along with the promised favour owed is the final offer. Please don't force my hand any further."

[Trigger]

Vamp nods to Johnson and offers a kindly smile to the man, "That's is a very generous offer, and we will happily accept these terms." Vamps bows his head lightly to the man, thinking to himself. I cannot believe that this worked out so well. And a favor in the future.... And that was more gear than I had originally requested, but I don't need to bring that up... Lilith will be so happy to have those rockets back. I am going to be getting laid after this run....

[zed]

"Excellent. Then I will leave Captain Black to show you the goods and help you load your van. I can give you 30minutes before the build suffers and unexpected fire."

He nods to the Captain who beckons you to follow him.

[Trigger]

Vamps nods again to the Johnson and then flashes a small smile to Scorch before turning and following Captain Black back out of the room, down the stairs, and back to the van. Vamp quickly opens the back of the van and gets to work loading up the plethora of new equipment.

Now we just need to find some help for finishing up this run.

The van is loaded and ready to roll out within twenty minutes, and Vamp turns to the Johnson before he and Scorch leave, "It would be nice if I could come to you again for any equipment requisitions I need, or you to me for any aid in the shadows. What would you say to exchanging numbers for business purposes?"

[zed]

The Johnson smiled, "Lets discuss this further AFTER this job. Pull it off to my satisfaction and as mentioned favours will be owed. So at that point we can discuss contact route and such."

He turned to Captain Black, "Mount up gentlemen, we have less than 10 minutes to clear the hot zone." A scurry of activity around you and the men begin to load into the flat bed and large van.

[BlackHat]

Scorch did his best to stay quiet and avoid eye contact with everyone at the meet - particularly once the blackmailing starts - but as he and Vamp return, seems to look up more often, and seems less fidgety. He hops back into the passenger seat of the van, leaving the heavy lifting to their new 'friends'. Once inside, he lets out a small sigh of relief, and waits a few moments to make sure his nerves are settled before dropping back into virtual reality. While he waited, Scorch sends a message to Vamp. <You want me to see if I can dig anything up on these guys? They seem to know how to cover their tracks, so I doubt I will find anything, but I have a bad feeling about this whole thing. They seem to know an awful lot about the job, us, our fixer, our Johnson, and even, from the looks of it, our personal lives.> As he says this, he begins glancing out the windows at anyone near the van, recording as much simsense as he could before they left. Scorch wished he had thought to do this while they were upstairs, with the boss, but doubted any of these faces would show up in any database he could access, anyway. Still, if Vamp shared his concerns, this was the sort of thing he was supposed to have covered.

[Trigger]

Responding to Scorch, Vamp subvocalizes as he helps pack the van,

<Yeah, get whatever information on them that you can, just be careful.>

[zed]

September 15th, 2072
Columbia road
10:35 PM

100yards out from the warehouse Scorch is flooded with matrix information again. The flat bed and van turn out onto the highway ahead of you and as you pull upto the junction, you feel a slight rumble followed by a boom, the warehouse you just vacated explodes in a ball of fire. The Johnson wasn't joking when he said to obliterate any trace. Who ever he is he is a serious man.

Scorch, monitoring the matrix spots several calls to fire and pee-dee, he also catches one single transmission - "Objective hit, Sigma Alpha Tango 4 7 returning to base."

Seems like a good time to get out the area fast, especially considering the cargo you're carrying.

[BlackHat]

The ride home was, thankfully, uneventful. By the time the van pulled up near Vamp's place, Scorch sent him a bundle of matrix data collected on the Lone Star special-ops team - mostly consisting of news feeds. <The good news is, it looks like they were being straight with us about who they are. The bad news is it looks like they aren't going to worry too much about who gets caught up in the fallout of this mess - a couple of runners, a family held hostage, or even an entire gang. I'm sure that if we got geeked, he'd see it as two less loose ends, ya know.> He popped the doors to the van, and disconnected himself from VR, as he began to climb from the passenger seat. <I couldn't tell if he just wanted us to make sure Duke didn't make it, or if he wanted him returned safe-n-sound. He gave us an awful lot of firepower if he was expecting a gentle extraction, but sacrificing one of his own men doesn't seem like his style, at all.>

He met Vamp outside the van, and added. <Maybe for that favor, we could ask him to forget all about us. Dunno about you, but I don't need guys like that digging up things I buried for a reason....>

[Trigger]

Vamp leans out the window at Scorch, "I know what you mean. This thing is feeling sketchier and sketchier the farther we get into it. You take care of yourself tonight, I got some more business to take care of before I get some zees. Give me a ring before you show up here tomorrow."

Vamp watches to make sure that the hacker gets off the streets safely before pulling back out into traffic, speaking out a message to Lilith as he drives.

<Hey Beautiful, guess what I have of yours? I need to meet you somewhere neutral tonight so we can sweep. Oh, and bring another van. Love.>

Vamp sends the message out into the twilight night of the island that never sleeps, knowing that Lilith will still be up at this hour, and that she will understand that the message means that he has the rockets she lost, and that they need to be swept for RFIDs before he hands them over to her.

[zed]

September 16th 2072
Sammy's Mechanic shop
11:05AM

It had been a busy morning for the dwarf. Waking up, as he did, to two messages from his last runner team - both Crowley and Thomas had bugged out of the gig. No real reasons, and the AI he'd sent over was still sulking in the van refusing to leave. He was getting old, that was for sure, if he couldn't pick decent teams for jobs anymore.

So he'd decided not to leave Vamp and Scorch in the lurch and would send over a couple of new runners, if he could get them today. He'd settled on three - Dire Radiant. A slip of a girl he'd met a while back. She'd recently made a point of visiting him to catch up. He'd send her a message and see if she'd bite. The second was a rather interesting character - Yargo. A heavy weapons specialist if the information he had was correct. Lived on a boat in the Hudson. Since the team had asked for rockets he figured Yargo at least could use them. Lastly was a Rigger - Dakka'Dakka. A good guy to have around, preferred to stay clear of personal trouble, but that was always how Sammy had run. Let the Drones do the talking.

Well he'd sent each of them a message : "I have a little job for you, mid way through, existing team reduced so they need some assistance. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) 10,000 each for you to accept. More if the remaining team choose to pay you. If interested meet 3pm at 146 East 49th Street - Manhattan Expresso Cafe - Ask for Sammy."

That done he'd see which of them would bite. He'd hoped all would but you could never tell in this business.

Next order of the day was to annoy Vamp and let Scorch know of an impromptu meeting.

@Vamp "i know its still early my boy but ive had some disturbing news from your magical talent - they've pulled out. Have a possible 3 man team to introduce you to. If you're happy - meet 3pm at 146 East 49th Street - Manhattan Expresso Cafe - Ask for Sammy. And remember its all about the Nuyen!"

@Scorch "Scorch my boy, your magical talent has quit the project. Setting up a new team for intro's this afternoon. If your happy meet 3pm at 146 East 49th Street - Manhattan Expresso Cafe - Ask for Sammy. And remember its all about the Nuyen"

With that done he went back to his day job.....

[Foxx]

It was still early for the runner known as Dakka'Dakka. Having gotten up an hour ago to start working on the transmission of an old '20 Cadillac. The grandma who owns it kept bugging him about fixing it because it kept slipping out of gear when making runs to the store or the doctor. He was going to work on it, it was on his list of things to do to prove what a nice guy he was. Of course, finding out the level of hawtness of her grand-daughter bump grandma up to top priority. Such was the life of a playa.

The small flash of a received message prompted Dakka to flick his eyes and bring it up in his AR view cornering it so not to disturb his view of the AR imposed transmission schematics. He read the message and consider his options. Grandma was in no particular hurry to get her car back and he could use the money for his a few projects he wanted to work on.

The writes off a quick message and shoots it back to Sammy: "Be there at three. Hope these guys ain't running their team members off."

That would give him enough time to work on the transmission some more and to get ready.

An hour an a half before the meet, Dakka is showered and dressed. Dress in a sports coat, t-shirt, and slacks. He pops open the brief case to look at his HK before setting it off to the side and closing the door to his Bulldog. He kicks back in the recliner/drivers seat and applies the optic cable to his datajack. Info begins to spread before him about the status of the bulldog and Gridguide info on traffic conditions. Yep, it was another beautiful day in New York and every freaking carbon based life form was out. Dakka kicks the engine over and revs it. Noting that everything is good to go he ques security to open the garage doors and security fence to let him out.

He keys over to his second commlink puts the other into hidden mode. A key to success was to have a second link when doing courier work. Spoofing the watching eyes of the popo was tough enough but having some fly-by-night hacker playing with your commlink at the wrong time could be fatal. With the change over the chameleon coating and spoof plate change over to fit the I.D. for his SIN. Now the van was black with a red racing strip on the sides.

Dakka ques up a rock station and guides the van through the streets of his non-gentile neighborhood till he hits the highways. Traffic was looking good and there was no gridlock to mention. Sometimes gridguide was a wonderful thing. He'll be there on time and some extra to see who else shows up.

[DireRadiant]

The coffin matched her mood, bleak and sterile. A calming contrast to the wash of emotional discharge experienced earlier in Club Sixieme. It helped her sleep at least a few hours till her agent alerted her about the message. She scanned it and then reset the alarm and rescheduled her fitting for earlier then she had planned. 3 pm EST was at least four hours before breakfast. Luckily she wasn't the only one that didn't normally shop at Vashon's at those times, so there was a slot free.

A short nap later, and she walking down the avenue to Vashon's reflecting how interesting things were turning out. The matrix drop box account for Sammy was over 4 years old and she had thought Sammy had forgotten about it. He had, but matrix agents never forgot. Good thing too, as the past couple months re establishing herself in town had consumed enough of her accounts she either needed to work, or take up one of the unending offers to be someone's mistress. Not that it wasn't fun, but it often limited which clubs you could go to.

She went with the pastel scheme electrostaticly manipulated off the skin silk outfit. The layers of silk floated above her skin in random distribution mode, anchored into ankle, wrist and neck bracelets that controlled and provided the microelectrostatic charges.

It was time to put in a couple days work and earn a month's clubbing in the Big Apple.

[BlackHat]

Scorch took a cab back to his place, after Vamp dropped him off, and spent the remainder of the evening playing around with his new hot-sim toys while keeping an eye out, in the matrix, on the Johnson's family. It bothered him that they could easily observe their predicament, but had to wait until this job played out to do anything about it. The bright side was that he was able to make sure they were not being treated too badly.

The next morning went by uneventfully, until Sammy's message arrived. Scorch wasn't entirely surprised. When the two mages played hooky for the warehouse meet, he started to wonder. He couldn't really blame them, either - the Johnson was a fraud, backed by gang who probably wouldn't honor their agreement, and they were going to make major enemies in the NYPD. They didn't even know about the newest Lone Star angle, but he wouldn't blame your average Shadowrunner for getting spooked.

It took him a few more hours until he realized that they almost certainly took their share of the down-payment with them. Again - he didn't exactly blame them, but it was sort of a dick move. Sammy may have found a couple more mages to fill the ranks, but now they had to make due with half of the up-front money. Then again, they just received a butt-load of free gear.

Scorch wondered, for a while, whether or not the plan was going to change to involve using any of that firepower, or not. He concluded that it wasn't worth stressing over until he met with the new team-members, as they would probably want some say in how they were going to pull this job out of the shitter. Besides, Scorch had wasted enough of the morning that he would need to leave for the meet if he was going to make it in time.

[Jimson]

September 16th 2072
Yargo's boat - Hudson Bay
9:05AM

It was another beautiful fall morning on the Hudson and with no jobs coming through for quite awhile Yargo needed to eat. His appitite for the generic soybars, soymeat, and soy milk just wasn't floating his boat today. Its time to light the stogie, throw a line in the water, and check the latest scores. Running his hand over his bald head:

This is relaxing, but I really need to get a job soon. Its way to quiet around here

A few minutes later something big grabbed his line!

Oh boy! My meal has arrived.

After a long struggle he finally hoisted a large Northern pike into the boat.

Wow! This is my day.

In all the excitment the pike managed a quick tail slap to a distracted Yargo's junk. With a fury Yargo grabbed his mace and proceeded to tendorize the pikes head! Now things were a bit calmer and it was time to prepare his well earned lunch.

During his lunch a message pops up in his AR.

"I have a little job for you, mid way through, existing team reduced so they need some assistance. nuyen.gif 10,000 each for you to accept. More if the remaining team choose to pay you. If interested meet 3pm at 146 East 49th Street - Manhattan Expresso Cafe - Ask for Sammy."

Excellent! Finally some excitement.

Yargo finishes up his lunch and starts to get ready. While doing so, he does a quick search to see what kind of place this Expresso Cafe is. After doing so, he decides to make a first impression and tosses on his suit (minus the tie) and the descreet Almost-Too Form-Fitting Body Armor. He took a look at his old, trusty Enfield GL-67 and decides for now it might be best to just bring the MGL-6. He slaps 3 frag grenades and 3 Breathtaker gas grenades (the gas grenades are fist in the clip to fire) into his ArmTech MGL-6 clip, sticks it to his back, tosses on his suit coat, and quickly switches over to his fake SIN, Leroy T. Bing. He heads off his boat to his storage garage and fires up his Thundercloud and makes his way over to the Cafe.

Maybe one of these days I should buy a car so I can lug ole Betsy with me. Might be a good use of the 10,000 from this run.

He arrives at the Cafe and heads on in. Customers see a bald troll with a salt & pepper goatee in a grey suit walk in. He heads up to the counter and orders a large coffee and 2 muffins.

"Can you please tell me if Sammy is here?"

[Trigger]

September 16th 2072
Lilith's Apartment
11:35AM

The buzzing of his commlink made Vamp stir awake and roll over, gently so as not to wake Lilith up. She had brought him back over to her place last night after they had finished checking all of the crates for hidden RFID tags...working together had reminded them of their former spark and one thing had led to another and now here he was, lying on her bed, in her apartment, just like old times.

Rummaging through the pile of torn off clothing, Vamp finally found his commlink, showing that it had a new message from Sammy. Queuing it up on his contact lenses (which he forgot to take out last night, but at least they were durable) Vamp quickly read through the message, and then typed out a reply on the tiny built in keyboard on his comm.

<Thanks Sammy, we owe you another one. What are these guys like?>

Sending it off into the 'trix, Vamp sets an alarm for an hour from now before tossing his commlink back down onto the ground and curling up with Lilith again to get some more sleep before the meet.

[zed]

September 16th 2072
Vamps Comm link
2:00PM

When Vamp next checked his comm he'd got a response from Sammy, <There good my boy. I feel like i let you down so i put interviewees together for you. Ill see you at the Cafe for introductions then leave you to it>

September 16th 2072
Manhattan Expresso Cafe
2:45PM onwards


The cafe was everything its public node suggested. A relaxed coffee house serving Soy cafe and the best in real coffee, as well as a selection of pastries and sandwiches (some even containing real protien). As you enter the cafe your public PANs are greeted by a happy ordering system - presenting you with the best on offer - todays coffee of the day is a real south american aribica bean at (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) 50 for a shot.

Asking at the counter for Sammy your directed to a small room at the back of the establishment, the door is closed.

[BlackHat]

Scorch arrive at the cafe, with a few minutes to spare. He took a moment to look around the AR landscape, before entering, but nothing jumped out at him as particularly out of the ordinary. His public SIN, "Trever Nox", was greeted by the usual automated AR menus that he would come to expect. He stood for a minute watching the AR image of the cute female human barista who the cafe's system selected, based upon his public profile, to appear in AR and read him the specials. He awkwardly tried to get a word in edge-wise so that he could inquire about Sammy, but she seemed oblivious to his questioning and simply finished her rehearsed pitch and presented a few AROs allowing him to select one of the items if he was interested. "Sammy" was not one of those items, so Scorch asked again, drawing a few odd looks from a group of businessmen sitting nearby, but received no response. He was beginning to get frustrated, and the AR woman flickered once or twice before his public commlink's node reset the connection unexpectedly.

Scorch glanced down at the device to make sure he hadn't fried it. He hadn't, but as the node came back online, the attractive young AR barista re-entered his AR, and began to repeat her entire speech about the day's specials - as though they had never met. Scorch turned, and approached another of the cafe's employees - a small drone that was cleaning up a spilled drink - but he was similarly ignored. Finally, the drone lead him towards the counter where he saw a young man dressed in the same uniform as the AR woman. He took a moment to look at the man carefully, as though trying to determine if the man was real, or not. Based on the annoyed expression, and distasteful remark he received, he determined that the man was, one way or another, at least responsive, so he asked about "Sammy" and was directed with a sigh towards one of the back rooms.

Upon entering, Scorch was greeted by Sammy's smiling friendly face, a bald troll who he had never met, and a drone aiming a machine gun at him - probably not one of the cafe's cleaning drones. Scorch quickly moved himself away from the doorway - out of the drone's firing arc - and scolded the drone in an undertone as he did so. He took a seat at the card-table, visibly relieved to have finished his search.

With a lazy two-fingered gesture with his right hand, he acknowledged the other two, and seemed to be trying to calm his nerves.

[BlackHat]

Scorch was dressed in rather wrinkled dress clothes - a gray button-down shirt and black slacks. His dark hair was messy, with a just-out-of-bed look that may have taken an hour to get just right, and his face looked sunken and tired, despite the energy in his eyes, which was partially obscured by his virtual shades. In AR, the outfit was overlapped by a virtual suit, and a handful of other accessories and AROs, making him stand out a little in AR.

His public PAN introduced him as "Trever Nox" and provided a good deal of information about him - particularly things like hobbies, favorite simflicks, favorite clubs, etc. Being a Shadowrunner, all of the information was probably forged, but if so, someone put some effort into it. The profile painted the picture of a sociable young (twenty-two year old) Manhattanitte who seemed into the simsense scene. In fact, among his "favorite hangouts" he has listed a number of legal (MDC licensed and controlled) BTL parlors, and a number of his favorite bands and artists are well-known chipheads.

[DireRadiant]

September 16th 2072
Manhattan Expresso Cafe
3:00PM onwards
PAN Public - Arabella Williams

She'd set her agent to calculate her travel time for her, providing prompts for her to speed up or slow down as she navigated the various ebbs and flows of pedestrian traffic on the way to the coffee shop. It was interesting picking up the mood of the Manhattanites and the switches in it's flavor as events unfolded around them. Soon enough she arrived at the Manhatten Expresso Cafe and was presented with the menu.

The frupetto immediately jumped to the top of her list, but the daily special had caffiene, immediately tipping the scales in it's favor. She'd have to get the fruit drink next time. Double shot of Aribica blended with vanilla cream and coconut milk in hand, it was very hard not to react when she saw the doberman in the room she'd been directed to when she asked for Sammy. Hoping she'd covered her reaction she smiled and nodded at everyone before seating herself in a chair to the side.

Mentally she kicked herself. Even if she was confident Sammy wouldn't have blown her cover to the right people, it didn't hurt to behave as if he might. Most of the people had moved on, the ones with personal grudges, but that didn't mean there wasn't a huge file on her sitting on some corp data store. It would take just one match for her file to come to the attention of the wrong people, or even worse, some damned matrix entity.

She took a sip of the Aribica and opened her awakened senses to the room as she considered her options.

[Foxx]

September 16th 2072
Manhattan Espresso Cafe
3:00PM onwards
Pan Public - Mwinyimkuu Zedmorre

Getting through New York traffic was a bit easier then he had expected. Dakka only had to re-route once to get around an accident to get to the coffee house. He muscled himself a descent parking spot a block away from the meet place. He prep the drones inside the van, the two Dobers hidden under sheets and set them to hidden mode. If his HK wasn't going to do the job if he got into trouble, they would clean up.

Dakka hops out of the Bulldog, sets the locks, and steps towards the Coffee house. He pushes the opening AR back to the background and walks up to the counter: "Real coffee, black. Oh yeah, one those poboys. Yeah that one right there..."

He checks out the AR's profile of the folks outside the meeting room. Once he gets his order and directions to Sammy he heads back to the room just as the chica going hesitates. Hesitates at the sight of the Dober drone sitting in the room with his LMG pointing at the door. He grins a little and leans in.

"Don't worry about tha. If it was off the leash the other two guys would be stacking up in the doorway."

Grins and moves in after the lady does. He nods his head to Sammy as he takes a seat."

"Mr. Sam-wise, we meet again." Dakka says, sounding all bond-villianous.

[Trigger]

September 16th, 2072
Manhattan Espresso Cafe
3:03 PM

After waking up at Lilith's, Vamp went home and took a shower, changed, and got ready for the day's meeting. His suit was much like the day before: black bike boots, black slacks with tiny gray pinstripes, a white mandarin collar shirt topped with a dark red lapel-less vest, and finished with his black long coat. His hair is kept back with a tight braid today, and his usual concealed shoulder holster, numerous hidden knives, and form-fitting body armor are all also on his person. It was meeting with other runners, so he needed to be especially ready if things were to turn south.

Arriving a couple of minutes later than he wanted (but the shower felt so nice) Vamp strolled into the Cafe like he owned the place, he couldn't let these other runners know just how much they needed help. Ordering the house special, Vamp asks for Sammy after receiving his just right temperature coffee and then proceeds to the back room, coffin briefcase in one hand, coffee in the other.

Opening the door to the room, Vamp lets a small smile show at the fixer's guard 'dog', nodding his head to Sammy, and raising his cup of coffee to Scorch in greetings. He gives the others in the room a once over, quickly trying to notice any concealed weaponry, armor, or cybernetics without spending too much time lingering on any one person, before taking the last open seat at the card table.

[zed]

September 16th, 2072
Manhattan Espresso Cafe
3:07 PM

Sammy nodded as Vamp entered the room and took the last seat. Upto now he had exchanged the usual pleasantries with each of the runners as they sat down, smiling a little at those who showed surprise at his little toy. To the three newcomers he had passed a cred stick.

"Well ma boys," he started looking from Vamp to Scorch, "I'll let these folk do their introductions and what not. Just wanted to make sure you all made this meet in person and to show you both i trust your new team." he glances at the Doberman and smiles, "you know how it can be though sometimes in the rotten apple. The Pee Dee just like to show up at the most inopportune times. Well ill leave you boys and girls to the talking, best i don't know the details." He pushed himself to his feet and almost immediately the drone turned and moved towards its master. "Might want to lock this door and reset the alarm when ive gone Scorch me boy. And all of you remember, it's all about the Nuyen"

Sammy and the drone pushed out the rear fire door which swung closed behind them, seconds later the sound of van starting up could be heard then silence, leaving the five of you staring across a card table at each other.