2072: Game World, IC thread for 2072: Recruitment always open! Options

[Ears]

@Fortune's Forecast
Mark Freedland
[Monday, April 18th 2072, 22:07:39 Seattle, the apartment]
PAN = OFF, ID = Burt Price

OK, come on, this is it. You better pull yourself together now!

It had taken Mark long enough to walk - well, more like waddle - the few steps to the room indicated on his map. Even longer to actually open the door to it, for all of his failings - not too short a list -, he had never just murdered someone. OK, he had set that bomb, but he had never had to face someone as he killed them. This job - he definately felt it - ment him passing some kind of point of no return, whether for the better or the worse, he couldn't tell.
So, when he finally opened the door to that room, he was prepared for everything, prepared for nothing; certainly not prepared for what he saw.

What the fuck!? This guy's still at it?

Looking at he couple - what little he can see in the darkness -, Mark decides that if he doesn't act now, he probably will never. Hoping that the person sounding like a man actually is his target - Well, noone on Johnny's security detail would dare fuck around while on duty -, he takes a second to get accustomed to the rythmic motions of the couple, aims for the man's head, squeezes the trigger, aims for centre mass and fires off another shot.

Now what? Kill her and confirm I got the right guy? Try and silence her without killing her? Just turn and run out, hoping that nobody with a weapon gets in my way?

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:30:47, Outside a stuffer shack 15 minutes from the pad

Jack thought long and hard about his life's event until this point. Is this what it comes down to? The word of some guy I barely know telling me to run from what I know because Horizon's goons are looking for me? Jack knew what the corp was capable of. He had witnessed the murder of friends and family all in the interest of Horizon protecting their assets. What Jackal had told him wasn't just plausible, it was probable. As a card player, there are times to go against the odds, and there are times when it's best to know when to fold. Jack thought about his other link, the new ID, and cutting off all ties. He thought about Becky. He knew he couldn't stay away from her. He also knew that Horizon probably knew that too. Horizon had suddenly become much more interested in him, and the attention was not wanted. It was time to fold.

In those moments Jack tried to figure out any way he could stack the deck in his favor. The right thing, at the wrong time is still the wrong thing. Timing would be everything. Disappearing wouldn't be the end of the world...but only if Becky knows I am doing it to protect her. He needed to see her at the card game. Unable to wait, he sent her a follow up message asking if she was interested in a job.

Jack looked at the troll, "Ok, I finish the job but then I need a new ID. Who do I need to go see and how much is it going to cost me?" Jack knew he had another ID on him, but he also knew the value of having an ace up your sleeve.

Jack began to run numbers in his head, searching for odds of success and looking for tricky variables. He was looking for opportunities to win big betting against the House.

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:31:00, Outside a stuffer shack 15 minutes from the pad


Jackal looked mutely surprised that the greenie had taken the advice so coolly and seemed to give Jack another more searching glance, "Kid you know what this means right? You die after the tournament and its a fate that has to be so complete noone ever will know or see you... scan me? If you are down to do this I think we can find a shoemaker who'll do the deed for you but you need a good one... so that's going to run you... probably about 8k nu... you got that kinda change kid?"


Jack nodded reluctantly, both not wanting to tip his hand to show that he was pretty well set after the games of the night but still struggling with the after-effects of alcohol and stress, "Yeah... I can chip that pretty well, got a bit of goods holed up for my ace. Things ain't exactly been going my way lately, so best hand is the deck you have in your sleeve right?"

Jackal laughed, "Ok kid, you at least think right. But I mean it, no more friends that you used to know, you will have your name put in the obi... and well find a dead addict that looks like you and get him gussied up..." Jackal paused and a shadow passed over his eyes, "Kid, I'm going to tell it to you straight k... this life, well, you're gonna do alot of things you ain't proud of boy, just you remember that it's necessary to see another day. Guess we have to go see lexi about finding a doss for you that can't be tied..."


Jackal started the wrecker and headed back towards The Crimean by a circuitous route, "Now kid, you musta done somefin to get Horizon pissed at you and if you are going to be my wingman for the cards I need to know what that is... tell it to me straight and be warned... I find that you lie to me at all in order to hide your past or save your skin... and well... I know some ghouls who like whiteboy..."

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:47:01, The Crimean

Jack thought about what Jackal had said on the ride back. Though he didn't necessarily like the idea, he figured it'd be best to make sure Jackal's associate would need to expect. "I'll need two IDs then. I'll need to smuggle one to...a VIP, who should be present at the card game. I'll pay you for your trouble, though it should be a simple task. I'm sure that doubles the price as far as the IDs, but it'll be necessary if I'm going to pull this off.

Jack thought about an passing a message to Becky, but that would only endanger her potentially. "I'll also need you to pass on a small message upon delivery. A quick 500 extra for you and if all goes as planned you won't even have to leave my side. When this is over the first round is on me." Becky likes trolls, hell, Becky likes everyone. Hmm, I wonder if Jackal will recognize her? I think he may actually thank me when this is over."

Jack hoped Becky would understand. Deep down, he knew she would, but it's impossibly difficult to say goodbye to the one's we love. Horizon would suffer for making him go through with this. He would have time to figure out how to make it happen.

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Foretune's Forecast/ Aeron
April 18th, 2072, 02:30:00 Somewhere in Tarislar, Seattle, UCAS


"Welcome Mr. Radanov, Mr. Johnson is pleased you could arrive so soon. He is especially inclined, I think, to listen to your more... esoteric requests given the serious nature of the situation..." The lithe elf moved quietly through the door held open by a demure piece of eye candy who's eyes promised a sordid adventure if Sean had been into that sort of thing. However, he was a man efficiently molded from the worst that nature could produce, smelted in some of the worst situations man or metahuman could imagine and ultimately forged into cold black steel. It was a wonder, at least to the select few who had the opportunity to see his handiwork, that such a lifeless and cold man could create and engender so much passion and life into his projects. Many whispered that perhaps it was because, much as a scalpel would have keen insights into which arteries to sever but also know where to cut to save, so too could a man so hellishly bent from a living point of view, know where to find the raison d'etre in his subjects.

Following the assistant into the depths of the old manor-style house that look so inconspicuously trashy from the street, one of the requirements of his client, Sean's footsteps were softly caressed into silence by the old genuine rugs that stretched luxuriously over every hard surface. This house spoke of timeless wealth in a cesspool of poverty. A correct metaphor could be drawn from the design and richness of the estate and applied aptly to their owner right down to the deliberately mystical trappings and ornamentation that spiraled across the walls.

The great hallway opened through twin mahogany double doors that stretched up into the darkness at least fifteen meters above his head and for one slight instant, this unflappable being, knowledgeable of his own power, felt that he very much was in the den of something that had outlived his entire comprehension of time.

"Mr. Radanov, thank you for rushing here. I am in a position to be more... generous this time. Your services are always well worth the trouble and I'm sure that you would not overcharge so apply with my valet after you have completed our objectives."

The semi-gaunt older man in the deep leather and ebony tall chair by the fire place handed a slim leather packet. "The mistake needs to be fixed, you'll find all the materials you need within. Full deniability, no blowback, but send a message."

[RdMarquis]

@Fortune's Forecast
[April 17th, 2072, 00:31:46,The family node]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

This was far too easy. The witch must have looked for all the world like she was signing back into Dusk for more gaming. Had she been found out somehow? No. This was her first attempt at cracking either of her parents' commlinks. Besides, they of all people wouldn't want her to leave home. Still, it didn't pay to assume. With a wave of her hand, she conjured up what resembled a plague mask from the Middle Ages. Morgan put it on, rendering herself transparent.

The witch's eyes roved about as she proceeded further in. What she needed to find was a list of contacts. Specifically, runners Richard had hired before. Morgan could then send a sprite to one of them with her very carefully worded proposal. She smiled bitterly. Hopefully, her plan wouldn't sound as insane to whoever she hired as it did to her now.

There is also the matter of someone putting themselves at risk on your account, the idoru whispered. Morgan whirled around to find the speaker before she remembered her paragon. "Don't do that." The feminine voice continued. Obviously, they're not all like your brother. But the fact remains, the danger is not yours alone to brave. Morgan stared at the ground. "Are you trying to discourage me?"

I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't inform you of the consequences of your actions. The witch found it hard to respond. Her paragon was right. The fact that she was trying to rescue someone couldn't change that. "This...this won't be the last time I make this kind of choice, will it?"

So long as you count yourself among the technoshamans? So long as you ally yourself with the Resonance? And seek to emulate she whom you have named yourself for? No. This will be the first of many.

"There's still time to turn back. Isn't there?" Morgan heard her voice crack a little.

Of course.

The next few minutes passed in silence, save for the steady rhythm of the beating heart. Morgan simply remained where she was, feeling the weight of this new responsibility. There was simply no way she could justify what she was doing. She raised a hand, infusing the surrounding data with her will and watched it begin to take form. Then Morgan released it. She closed her eyes as it flowed away, affirming some secret to herself. Then, she began walking toward the node. "I can't explain right now, but if I get out of this alive, I will. All I'll say is that I must see this through to the end."

[Ears]

@Fortune's Forecast
Adrian Anderson
[Monday, April 18th, 2072, 09:18:07; Snohomish; inside a Buddhist temple]
PAN=Active, SIN: John Taylor, Edge: 5 / 6

Shifting nervously in his seat, Adrian is about to make a snappy remark, then reconsiders.

Yup, just as always. Never expect straightforward, practical advice. Now take a moment to think about it. He'd never answer without actually answering. Yes, I might die continuing on this path. Am I ready for that? What's more important, am I ready to abandon this path, not honour my promise to Saint, run away from the trouble, run away from myself in a way? No.

A simple answer, a short one and the one the young man feels his Yidam would approve of.

Now, what to do then? Keep from that man. How do you fight someone who's stronger? Don't be where he hits, don't try and put force against force. "Be like a cloud, intangible to the touch, yet able to erode a mountain with its downpour." Guess he was right when he said that hand-to-hand training is a mirror of life. Now, to apply it, that's something else.

Nodding at his uncle, he drinks the last of his tea.

Thank you for the advice. As always I have more questions now than I came with. But I have the feeling they'll guide me better than most answers.

I didn't even knew how much I miss thinking like that, pain in the behind it sometimes can be. When this is over - and I'm still alive - I'll have to ask him whether I can return here for a few months.

If you'll excuse me, I think my next steps on this path involve gathering more information about this man and what exactly he is doing, from afar of course.

Well, rather figuring out how to go about it first. Maybe Saint has some ideas how to that.

[JxJxA]

@E:PL UK
[May 19th, 2072, 12:05; The Turf Tavern, Oxford, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

I'm sure you believe that, but I'll see for myself. Gemeaux leaves the thought unsaid, and instead bows politely to the Professor. He glances over at the others.

"I believe that is our cue to leave. Are we ready to depart?"

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:48:09, The Crimean

Jackal looked keenly at Jack, "You wouldn't happen to be inviting a lady friend would you kid? Listen, I know love can be fun but unless you are ready to ruin that persons life by making them disappear or killing them as well... let it go kid. That's the thing bout this life... you gotta lose things to win and you sometimes lose pretty hard. I'll take the 500 but if it makes trouble better be worth my while extra. Who's the VIP?"

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:50:03, The Crimean

Jack looked at Jackal as a dog would look toward something making a high-pitch sound. I suppose I haven't mentioned who it is, as much fun as the idea could be Becky would be able to keep about as low a profile as a streaker running down the middle of 405 during rush hour. In fact she might actually enjoy the attention.

Jack shook his head, "Nothing like that, but there will come a time when I will need to make contact. The VIP's name is Jewel. If you have heard of the name, then the answer is yes, one in the same person. If I give you the message now can you remember or would you like me to tell you after we have what we need?"

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:51:03, The Crimean

Jackal still looked dubious but nodded agreement, "Alright, give me the nu kid and I'll get it there after we sort out your sleeping area." He motioned to Hawke, who was coming through the gambling den, "Hey 'lexi, small problem... can us three go to the storeroom really quick?" Hawke nodded and motioned to the back stairs and followed the pair as they passed the wide bar area, at this time of night only sparsely populated.


Once inside the room Hawke turned to the pair and nodded before saying, "Ok, what is it?" Jackal turned and pointed to Jack, "Ok kid, tell him what happened."

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:52:03, The Crimean

Jack felt like he'd been sent to the principal's office having to explain his misdeeds. There were few times his parents actually caught him doing what they felt he shouldn't; this moment was equally as awkward. He paused for a moment to recalculate the day's events.

"First off, I need to know anything you know about the Dawkins Group. I need all the info I can get because right now...right now everything that is happening is surreal. I'm not sure what to think anymore"

Jack reached for his pills. It was about time for him to take one. He couldn't afford to be off his game right now.

[RdMarquis]

@Fortune's Forecast
[April 17th, 2072, 00:31:46,The family node]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

Suddenly, things got a bit more difficult. There was, of course, one other possible explanation for her ease in getting into this commlink. No sensitive information was on it. Morgan scowled. No reason not to make sure, however. Kneeling, she traced another shape on the ground. This one, a square with curling trails connected to it, looked something like a stylized kite. "Orobas. He who tells of the past, present, and future. Come forth."

The symbol grew, sprouting new lines until it looked roughly like a skeleton. Its body was not far behind. A coating of tin covered the bones, forming a torso and four legs that ended in hooves. The result was a creature who resembled what the people of the Sixth World knew as a centaur. Smiling an oddly human grin, the sprite nodded a greeting.

Morgan tugged on a glove. "Two, this time. Very well. I need you to sort through the data on this commlink. Bring me anything that refers to shadowrunning, or assets. Do so every twenty minutes. This service will be complete when I say so."

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:54:11, The Crimean

Hawke arched an eyebrow at Jack's to-the-point business demand. Something about how the message was delivered left Hawke very obviously nonplussed, "The Dawkins Group? What did you do? Jack, you leave my parlor with new-found friends, drunk as a skunk and you come back here telling me you are in trouble I presume, but without any please or thank you? I appreciate you must be feeling stressed but remember, my family is always willing to help and we love our younger members, you are almost a good nephew in my eyes but..." The rest went unsaid but Jack had never seen Hawke the friendly gambling owner as anything but, and now he was seeing Hawke, the rumored mob boss in a stronger sense. "Now, begin again and mind how you say things."

[RdMarquis]

@Fortune's Forecast
[April 17th, 2072, 00:31:46,The family node]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

Morgan watched the sprite fade away. If there was anything to be found here, it was likely beyond her abilities to do so. She removed the witch's hat from her head and ran her fingers through her hair. So now what? If she could come up with a convincing excuse to go downtown...

The pointed hat dropped from a nerveless hand as it dawned on her. "I-I was let in. I didn't need to get past a firewall or anything because the node recognizes me."

But what kind of account did she have? Morgan called forth the IC. She needed to examine them.

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 18th, 2072, 23:54:47, The Crimean

"I'm sorry Hawke." Jack swallowed again, helping coax the uncooperative pill down. "I just need for my meds to kick in." Jack took a deep breath and smiled, Jack always remembered to smile, even when the cards were against him. "It's been an interesting day." Truth be told it's the kind of day I thought would happen long ago if Horizon thought I had an solid leads in finding my mom.

"Back at my apartment one of the staff asked if I was a terrorist or something because some guys from the Dawkins Group were trashing my place. I asked Jackal what he knew, and it sounds like they are a group that works with or for Horizon. I would rather like nothing to do with Horizon ever again, truthfully. I was asking you what you knew because the picture that has been painted is a grim one. I apologize about my earlier behavior again, and I would still like to go to this card game, but I don't know if you want me to bring unwanted attention if this group is indeed interested in finding me."

Jack knew Jackal would be filling in the details, so he sat down on some sturdy looking crates. Complete the job. That is what Jackal had told him. Jack thought that doing the job was more just to build his friendship with Hawke, from his point of view anyway. Money comes and goes, and he would need a lot of it to buy into the bigger tournaments that he wanted to try his hand at. But, in order to make it to those games, he would to be alive and free.

Hawke knew where a lot of the underground tournaments would be, he had access to much of information that Jack needed. The last thing Jack wanted to do as sound disrespectful to the one person he knew could further his life's dream of playing in high stakes games.

Jackal and Hawke had started conversing. Jack was trying to pay attention, but the thought of Horizon in his apartment kept tugging away at his attention. What set this off? Why now? I haven't done anything to tip my hand...

The pills would kick in soon. He waited.

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL UK / Mordred
[May 19th, 2072, 12:42; The Turf Tavern, Oxford, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett, PAN: Active

"Sure..." The adept glances out the window. "But what exactly should we do until it's time to check in? Act like tourists?" He stands, pushing in his chair.

Mordred's reply to his mentor is simple. Got it. And thanks again. He then deletes the messages from their conversation.

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast
[April 17th, 2072, 00:31:47,The family node]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

First came the nightwraith, an active attack and tracking IC that shared many things in comon with a grim reaper but with more of an ethereal and blood drenched ghostly nature, next the slouching old man who disguised a psychotropic entrapment program accompanied by an old asian woman who was certainly a lethal form of biofeedback IC if she knew anything of defenses. The chains to their necks trailed from Morgan's fingers, denoting admin access which she had both not expected and, seeing how deadly they were, quite relieved to possess.

This could have killed me easily had I not been allowed... Morgan realized that her family's CHN was not as quite unguarded as she had presumed.

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 19th, 2072, 00:09:47, The Crimean

The muted conversation that excluded Jack finally stopped after what seemed to the young man an interminable time as Hawke turned to give him a stern and searching look. "Jack, you're a great customer but there are certain boundaries that I cannot cross nor would an honest parlor owner such as myself know much about your current problems." Jack started to feel as if the ground was coming up to swallow him but it was interrupted as Hawke continued, "However Jackal here has arranged to go about looking for some friends who might help you. You are able to suitable make accommodations for any aid or expenses as I well know from watching your luck with the cards of late. If my uncles and friends were to help find suitably like-minded individuals you would need to understand that you owe them loyalty is that clear?"

Jack nodded, hoping beyond hope that whatever business he had brought to Hawke's establishment would at least get him into a new life, if not a protected one. Hawke continued after a few seconds, "He tells me you're ready to die... is that true?"

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast
Mark Freedland
[Monday, April 18th 2072, 22:07:40 Seattle, the apartment]
PAN = OFF, ID = Burt Price

His indecision changed in short order and as the diminutive woman stared calmly from under the still copiously bleeding corpse. The idea of killing her or inflicting any harm rapidly was soothed from his mind as his inner conscience invaded and made him feel incredibly guilty for interrupting what should have been a joyous occasion. "I... I'm sorry ma'am, I just, see... Johny said I had to do it... he cheated us see and we can't have that happen... uh... I.. I'm sorry lady, really I am, I had no choice!" He lowered his gun as his conscience got the better of him and was about to leave when an old and ancient looking Chinese man in flowing cotton garments materialized between him and the naked woman. The swirls of blue actnic light around that flowed like flame around his body and in his eyes betrayed his true nature as no trid-flick ever could; Mark felt despair as he realized he had just interrupted a magician during one of the most private parts of her life...

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 19th, 2072, 00:011:12, The Crimean

Jack looked at the clock on his link. He then realized that Hawke was talking to him and turned to face him mildly awoken from his pensive mood.
"I realize this is a lot to ask. You've always been very kind to me Hawke. I don't want you to believe I am not grateful, because I am immensely grateful. I want to level with you. I grew up in a Horizon compound. If these guys that are looking for me are Horizon. I've seen first hand what they can do. I don't want to wish that kind of trouble on anyone who has helped me as you have. Is the Dawkins Group part of Horizon, from what you know? If this is the case, in order to protect you, the card game, and those that mean anything to me. I will need to disappear. I will pay what is required. I asked Jackal to get a message to one individual, that is my only caveat before I go."

Jack paused.

"That being said, if this is going to endanger you or bring Horizon's eye on you, then I will find another way. Your friendship means more to me than that."
Jack realized that Hawke had called him a great customer. He looked away for just a moment...in a game that would have given away too much alone. Jack scolded himself for not playing things closer to the chest. He was upset with himself for not reading the situation better. Hawke was a friendly to him, but he was a businessman.

Family and friends... Jack remembered loss. Jack appreciated the loyalty to family Hawke had.

"I understand what you are saying. At this point, I trust you know better than anyone else in my life. What would you recommend?"

[RdMarquis]

@Fortune's Forecast
[April 17th, 2072, 00:31:47,The family node]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

How does it feel, my protege? Knowing that you hold your death in your hands? The paragon was plainly fascinated by the current situation.

"I'll tell you when my brain finally registers that fact." Morgan swore she felt the blood in her veins run cold. Why? Did her parents know how she was spending her nights? Or was it just a precaution? No. Even a security account would have been excessive for the purpose of keeping the IC from harming her, let alone admin rights. If only it was morning, or the weekend. She could shut down parts of the house's security system, sneak out and call for a taxi. The witch smirked. Her parents would probably call for a manhunt.

Back to work. With no available source of shadow contacts, she decided to pursue this new lead. Morgan searched for references to herself. Or rather, LeFey. How was the system recognizing her?

[onlyghostdancesw...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 19th, 2072, 00:011:32, The Crimean

Hawke smiled a disturbingly cheerful smile, "Why my young friend, we'll need your biometrics and the lady's I presume and after we ascertain those key pieces. You will go fishing with one of my uncles..." Jackal looked askance at him as he moved behind the desk and added in, "An kid... if I was you, I'd be very certain to leave anything valuable with Uncle Lexi here... when you do go fishing, you'll be very glad you do. I don't think you need to be at the card game right lexi?" Hawke shook his head, "Unfortunately this may be unavoidable... you don't have to go to the game and well want the walking money I gave you if you decide not to go. Reason you might not want to go is the only thing that death can't change is your aura. If you've known anything about magical nonsense, then you know from the trids no doubt that the fingerprint we all have is an aura and it would do you no good for someone as highly... observant to see it. For now you can bunk over across the street with my nephew Andrei. He too is interested in gambling so you'll have something in common..."

[Gortrek Bloodspl...]

@Fortune's Forecast/ Jack
April 19th, 2072, 00:014:32, The Crimean

Whoa. Wait a second here. Not go to the game?

"Hawke I would really, really like to go to this game. I would like it even more if I didn't have to throw the game, but this is the kind of thing I dream about doing. Besides, I know a little about magic, or at least I've met a couple of mages before. They didn't seem particularly threatening. Everyone leaves fingerprints and I won't get too many awkward stares at a place like this. Magic is rare right? There's no way anyone would be sending spell-slingers looking for me. As far as fishing goes, can it wait until after the game? I appreciate the offer to go see your nephew, but I seriously doubt he'd be able to offer the same stakes game tournament that I've been looking forward too."

Jack wasn't about to miss this game for anything. Jack hoped that his love of the game wouldn't bite him later, but some things are just worth the risk. Seeing Becky one last time made the deal even sweeter.

[Notsoevildm]

@E:PL/Chi Town
[July 8th, 2072, 22:15 PM; CZ, Chicago]

"Frag! How many of youse is down here? I gotta admit I don't know if we can gets alla youse out. I only gots gear for da kids an' only a couple of extra light pistols. But I is willin ta take a couple extra along. An not just fer da extra reward, ya scan?"

Copperhead looks around taking in the desperation and blocking out the emotions that come with it as best she can.

Sometimes being a shaman wasn't as much fun as they made out on the trids.

At least their arrival had given these people some hope and she made out two auras, young, nervous and eager. She gives the kids a matronly smile, cybered hands moving to rest on armored hips.

"Guess you two is Katie and Jon. I'm Copperhead. Da knife-ears is Jess and da other trog is Ælias. You stick wid us and we'll get youse outta dis hellhole sharpish, scan?"

She unhitches her backpack and starts pulling out gear, handing the kids the armored jumpsuits and low light goggles.

"Put dese on. Either of you know how ta handle a piece? Take dem anyways, just in case."

She pulls out the pair of light pistols and hands one to each of the two wide-eyed teenagers.

"What? You never seen a troll before? Or had yer own gun? Maybe you is hungry?"

She pulls out some of the rations and hands one to each kid then turns to Franks.

"Hey Franks. Got a couple extra ratpacs here and some extra water. You wants em?"

She hands out most of her food and water and then swings the backpack back on her shoulders, mindful of the low roof.

"We none of us wants ta be here, so we gonna head out soon as da kids and da other team is ready. Offer is still open fer anyone else dat wants ta tag along. Also, you gots any messages we needs to relay to anyone, best let me know now."