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Dec 11 2012, 02:56 PM
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Shooting Target ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,547 Joined: 29-July 10 From: PAN Hidden Member No.: 18,869 |
Saturday, Sept. 12, 2071, 9:00 AM, Oswald's warehouse in Everett
Lying on the bench seat in the front of his van, a grubby blanket pulled over his head, Ferret dives into the matrix. Free from his flesh, the gleaming silver rodent flashes from node to node. This is much better than the Barrens. So many nodes to explore. Yikes, and so much security. Skirting around an evil-looking agent patrolling some corp node, he finds a more suitable node to begin his search from. Ah, Stuffer Shack, how I love your pathetic security measures. <<@Team: Okay chummers, send me anything you got on Mr and Mrs J, the Vipers, Charles or the ghouls. I'm setting up a few data searches and the better I can tailor them, the better the results.>> He then assembles the data into distinct packages and sends six little rodents on their way, one each for Mr J, Mrs J, the 'El Viajero', the Vipers and Charles, and one for the ghouls, Jonathan and Archer. He then turns his attention to the node where he first met Mrs J about the run. He hopes to find a record of her being there, assuming that a) the node is still there and b) it is not too difficult or dangerous for him to hack. |
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Dec 14 2012, 09:45 PM
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,328 Joined: 2-April 07 From: The Center of the Universe Member No.: 11,360 |
Saturday, Sept. 12, 2071, 9:00 AM, Oswald's warehouse in Everett
Zo inches up in the couch to get a better view of the area, scratches the back of his left ear. "Prof, do we think we got our slottin hides covered? I was wonderin what da original owners of dis shipment are up ta--as I recall Mr.J hired runners ta grab da trucks?" |
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Jan 8 2013, 04:45 PM
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Shooting Target ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,547 Joined: 29-July 10 From: PAN Hidden Member No.: 18,869 |
Saturday, Sept. 12, 2071, 12:01 PM, Oswald's warehouse in Everett
Ferret's eyes blink open. He sits up and stretches, looking around the warehouse for any sign of the the others. Then nature calls and he hops out of the van and scoots over to the warehouse's bathroom. Emerging a few moments later, he heads for the kitchen and some fuel for the meat. With a stale donut and a soykaf in hand, he emerges and between bites of the donut, outlines what little he has found so far. "I done some initial digging into our employers and other players, but so far I've not managed to dig up much. With only a grainy trid shot of Mr J, I got nothing locally. I can set up an ongoing background search but doubt I'll find anything within the timeframe we have left. I did get a couple of hits on Mrs J, including one outside a Stuffer Shack with some Amerind and one in a restaurant with some guy who either digitally or magically screwing with the cameras. I'm sending you the best images I have of both of them." <<Images: Amerind, Concealed man>> "I did get a hit on the boat. It was docked in California, but its registered under a shell company. I'll need to dig further to find out who the real owner is. I also got a possible way to contact the Vipers. There is a site called CredForces that mercs use to sell their services. The Vipers are fairly active on there. But I tripped something while poking around so will need to wait till the system cools off before going back in. Or someone else can set up an account and send them a message? No, didn't think so. "I didn't find anything on Archer, but Johnathon has a whole tridcast on ghoul equality. He actually seems genuine, if a bit loopy. So at the moment, about all I can do is send a message to the Vipers and do some more digging on the boat. I guess I could also check out our mystery Amerindian, if you think he's worth following up on?" |
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Jan 9 2013, 04:54 AM
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Old Man of the North ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 10,369 Joined: 14-August 03 From: Just north of the Centre of the Universe Member No.: 5,463 |
Saturday, Sept. 12, 2071, 12:01 PM, Oswald's warehouse in Everett
"You might consider widening your search to Europe, Ferret. My take on his accent is Spain, maybe from the south. That might give you something to latch on to. Zo, Mr. J. said in the first hire on his boat that he is moving into the Seattle area, and needs some local talent right now. If we work out, we may have regular work from him." Professor chuckles. "Though to be honest, I'd like to see whatever is screwing up this run to be dealt with, because regular work at the rate of turnaround this run has had is basically a one shot deal." |
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