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

[mister__joshua]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:54; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

"I'm not mistaken, my Lady. I wasn't suggesting anything beyond your working relationship."

He grabs 2 fresh champagne flutes from a passing waiter and hands one to Ryl before continuing his pressing advance, assertive yet gentle. Forceful enough to warrant an answer without scaring her away. It's moments like these that etiquette and charm matter. It's a subtle and delicate game. They were locked in combat, yet no-one around them would know it. Guns are for punks, this is the real thing.

"I crave freedom, which is why I'm going to help you with your De La Mar problem... though I can't help but notice that you speak of metahumanity as something you are not a part of. NeoNET is a we, yet metahumanity is a they?" He smiled politely at her. "Explain this to me, and I'm sure we can start moving along to other things."

He span her out ahead of him one more time, giving her a few seconds to think up a response and sparing her from the smug grin he briefly allowed himself. After all, where's the fun in the game if it's not a fair competition.

[karhig]

@Virtual Scream / Cat
[September 2, 2072, 03:50, Anathma, Downtown Seattle]
PAN: Active, SIN: Catherine Hall, System: 2, Signal: 2, Response: 2, Firewall: 2

Smiling to herself over the contents of Frank's message, Cat spent a few minutes winding down her involvement in various conversations before heading to the bar to pay her tab. She still needed to get in touch with DRKH0R5E to complete her first run and collect the remainder of her salary, but until then his expenses purse had enough Yen in it to cover drinks for the night.

As Cat left the main dance floor and headed for the Skybar, mellow chillout tunes slowly overrode pounding electric beats. The walk between the bars gave Cat the chance to collect her thoughts and contemplate those she was about to meet. She pondered what kind of person Reed Caspa would be, and what kind of person Frank might think to put her in touch with to fix her link. She'd asked for a geek to help her out, but he also knew she was looking for a different kind of work these days, and who better to deal with a virus than a hacker? Turning on her heal on the first landing, she decided a detour to the ladies room was needed to switch out her SIN for her work ID. Discretion is the better part of valor, after all.

[September 2, 2072, 03:55, Anathma Skybar, Downtown Seattle]
PAN: Active, SIN: Moll Flanders, System: 2, Signal: 2, Response: 2, Firewall: 2

Freshened up, and SIN swapped, Cat spotted the table Frank was sitting at with two other men. One was clearly Reed Caspa, instantly recognisable from his posters and the many pop culture and dance world articles that she had read about him. The other was a well dressed Amerindian man who she'd never seen before. Reasonably good looking and adequately dressed, not sararyman, but not VIP material either. Probably the geek, but not your typical corporate one. Definitely worth the ID switch. She sashayed over to them, projecting pure charisma ahead of her like a spot light. Breezing past the bouncers, she slid in to the seat next to Frank and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. "My name is Cat, or Moll, nothing more. My tab is settled and the extra is the look on these guys faces as I they imagine where my tongue is right now," she whispered deeply into his ear.

With the formalities over with, she turned to the two other guests. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Cat." She turned her smile on Reed Caspa and held out her hand to be shaken, "You must be Reed Caspa, a pleasure to meet you. Frank's a lucky man to have you playing at his club, you really had the dance floor moving tonight." Reed took her hand lightly and spoke smoothly, not lingering in the handshake so long as to be uncomfortable, but definitely not just fulfilling polite duty. "The pleasure is all mine," he said.

Cat then offered her hand to the third man. "A pleasure to meet you too mister?" She let the question hang in the air.

[Notsoevildm]

@E:PL/Chi Town/Copperhead
[July 8th, 2072, 23:43; Finally in the open, somewhere north of Blackwater, CZ, Chicago]

Copperhead holds a finger up to her respirator. It's not military sign language but it's clear she wants everyone to be quiet.

She strains her ears and earbuds to listen to the conversation.

"Snag, you ugly bastard, what are you doing out of your hole?"

"Pretty little trog bitch didn’t want to pay the toll, thought you might want to know she was disrespecting your rules!"

"Bet I can guess what toll you asked her to pay fragger. You’ve been warned before Snag, the boss isn’t exactly keen on your kind"

"Your loss, but I reckon you’re gonna want to speak to her…had some of them with her and I knows you’ve been looking for ‘em…"

Fragger, if I ever cross paths with him again…now is not the time, we really time to be gone from here!

Carefully slinging the shotgun, she draws her staff from the pocket on her thigh and slowly unfolds it to its full two meter length, clicking the joints quietly into place. Then she moves away from the gangers and ghoul, testing the floor with the staff to make sure it can bear her weight.

Wouldn't be the first time I've put my foot through the floor.

<<Let's boogie while they're still blabbin at each other. We'll use da distraction to get clear.>>

I hope!

She considers summoning a spirit or two to conceal them or at least the kids, but her recent experience has left her traumatized about summoning in this tainted zone.

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream / Dante
[September 2, 2072, 11:29, Hai Fuk Noodle House, Redmond Barrens, Seattle]
PAN: hidden, Response 1, Signal 3, System 2, Firewall 1

The restaurant is quiet at this time of day, past breakfast and just a little too early for lunch. Grandma Fuk is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps the old lady is more of a night owl.

He has just finished his brunch when a nervous looking young woman slinks into the restaurant and hurries through to the back without making eye contact with any of the patrons, and especially not Dante. He doesn't recognise her.

It's another 27 minutes before she reappears, in full geisha outfit and makeup. With the make up on, she looks just like the other geisha's, which he guesses is the point. She moves around the restaurant, cleaning tables and taking orders, before finally arriving at his table.

Her chinese accent is appalling but fluent.

"Can I take these dishes away sir? Would you like anything else?"

[ChromeZephyr]

@E:Tribes, Scrapheap
September 1, 2072 21:15, Bellevue
PAN mode: Hidden | SIN displayed: Eric Jones

Scrapheap drummed his fingers across the knee he had pulled up to his chest to make sure he wouldn't fall too far off balance sitting in the back of the van. The traffic had seemed to get both easier to navigate and less ill-mannered the closer the tribals got to Bellevue, but that wasn't reason to be complacent. He had quit trying to follow the conversation of the two Fr∑edomers in the front of the van after a few minutes, they might have been speaking a foreign language as far as he was concerned. Gotta find Dumptruck when I get back home, mebbe he knows someone who can teach me somma this techie shit. No way I'm gonna be tha 'dumb trog' of the Mechs, 'specially if tha bossman wants us helpin' these wireheads 'n technoshamans in tha future.

His hands tripped the buttons on his 'link, reflexively triggering the folder structure to the chipslot. << No such folder. >> He glared at the letters hanging in his vision for a second, then stuffed the 'link back in his pocket. This is fuckin' stupid. Can't do nothin' back here, and the little corper'll probably shit herself when we get her in tha van. Fuck. Shoulda just taken that guard shift, at least then I'da been not sittin' on my ass.

[phlapjack77]

@Virtual Scream / Dante
[September 2, 2072, 11:29, Hai Fuk Noodle House, Redmond Barrens, Seattle]
PAN: hidden, Response 1, Signal 3, System 2, Firewall 1

Dante wasn't sure if this was the girl from yesterday or not, he hadn't paid much attention to the serving girls yesterday. They all tended to look the same with all of that makeup on.

<<Chinese>>

"Yes, you can take these dishes. Also, I was here yesterday and had some very special needs. Grandma Fuk recommended that I avail myself of the attention of a girl named Jenny Ho. She said this girl could take care of me the way I wanted. Do you know when Jenny will arrive? I'm willing to pay well for her...skills."

Dante smiled lasciviously while saying this, and nodded his head while glancing upstairs where he had been the night before, then looked pointedly at the girl.

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream / Dante
[September 2, 2072, 11:29, Hai Fuk Noodle House, Redmond Barrens, Seattle]
PAN: hidden, Response 1, Signal 3, System 2, Firewall 1

The girl starts tidying up the table, piling up the dishes with a practised ease. She freezes when Dante mentions Grandma Fuk, and almost bolts when he mentions her name. With a trembling lip, she takes a step back from the table.

<Chinese>"You must have me confused with another Jenny Ho, I only work tables. But I was here yesterday when that virus thing attacked. It got into my commlink. It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen."

She gives an involuntary shudder, but talking about it seems to have given her some of her courage back. She takes a step back forward, and leans conspiratorally close, whispering in his ear. She smells like Betty.

<Chinese>"And part of it is still there. I didn't notice at first, but when I got home my link was running really slow and then I saw this icon. It looks like the tip of a finger, cut off right at the joint. I think it is called Virtual Scream or something like that. I saw something on the trid that it had affected lots of people. You wouldn't happen to know how to get rid of it, would you?"

[Notsoevildm]

@Virtual Scream, Alex Bianchi
September 2, 2072, 09:00; Novatel Motel
Renraku Sensei: Passive | SIN: Jimmy Delfino (Fake ID, Rating 3) (Re 2 - Sig 4 - Fi 2 - Sys 2)

The only redeeming features of the Novatel Motel are that it is cheap and he can park in front of his room. The single room has that worn, grubby look that no amount of cleaning products can wash off. The trid player is behind a plexiglass panel and stuck on the hotel chain's own news channel which features regular updates on >1rtu@l5cr3@m. There is not even a fridge, but there is a Stuffer Shack just across the road.

Alex is only awakened a couple of times during the night by gunfire and when he gets up the next morning he finds a brief text from Harvey that arrived late in the night.

<<@Jimmy[Harvey]: It's fixed. Grabbing a couple hours sleep. Drop by anytime after 12:00 to pick it up. Bring your wallet.>>

[Aria]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]

Mordred

Your bursts fly true but scatter crazily of the leading Rover’s armour plated front with a burst of sparks but no significant damage. Rather than following you hasty instructions to make for the trees Gemeaux thrusts the Collots down the stairs into the pump station…it is a very small group of trees so it may be just as well. Handing you a grenade he casually leans back out of the door and tosses another one directly under the wheels of the lead vehicle.

From the top of that vehicle a hatch opens and the blocky form of a weapon raises into the air. With a hiss of compressed gas it launches a skittering object towards the door to the pump room. The grenade bounces once near the door and then begins to spew acrid smoke into the entrance hall.

With a dull whomp Gemeaux’s grenade explodes and outside becomes like a scene from Dante…

Gemeaux

As you struggle to see through the lurid flames and billowing smoke you can feel the CS begin to claw at you. You push the effects aside long enough to see the doors of the lead vehicle open and dimly see three black clad figures emerge and shimmer into near invisibility as the chameleon coatings on their armour reflect the flickering flames and toxic smoke.

Tsubaki

Your mental link with your spirit lets you see as it manifests inside the Rover and begin to spread it’s spidery minions across the three attackers inside. The first to be affected leaps from the vehicle into the waiting flames outside and plumes of poisonous smelling smoke waft in. Although the flames momentarily cause it to pause it ignores them as irrelevant as it pursues your foes…

[ChromeZephyr]

@Virtual Scream, Alex Bianchi
September 2, 2072, 09:15; Novatel Motel
Renraku Sensei: Passive | SIN: Jimmy Delfino (Fake ID, Rating 3) (Re 2 - Sig 4 - Fi 2 - Sys 2)

One look at the bed upon checking in the night before had convinced Alex that he'd be sleeping in the chair at the small table in the room. It hadn't been particularly comfortable, but it beat needing to be treated for lice again. Besides, he'd slept in his car enough on stakeouts that his back only hurt a little when the message tone on his 'link went off at 9. He winced at the last sentence, then headed for the shower. The barely-more-than-a-trickle stream of water was vaguely brownish and smelled of things he didn't want to think very hard about, so he just shut it off and got dressed. Another sink-washdown in the Stuffer Shack bathroom. Ahh, the glamor of the P.I. life.

September 2, 2072, 12:30; Dennis' Drones

Alex strolled into the shop, hoping the dwarf was in a better mood than yesterday. He doubted it, but stranger things happened every day. "Your middle name must be Fastjack, Harvey. I figured I'd be out of commission for a couple of days."

[JxJxA]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:36; Overlooking Clearwater, Exmoor, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

"Gaz toxique? Eh, fait chier," grumbles Gemeaux between coughs as he grabs his respirator and attaches it to his face. However, his covered frown turns upside-down upon seeing the effects of his grenade.

"Haha! Nique vos meres!" he crows, punctuating the insult with an appropriate hand gesture.

<<[Gemeaux]: Vivenne, activate cloaking device and switch to ultrasound. Let us see if we cannot ferret out these sons of whores...>>

[Machine Ghost]

@E:Tribes, Sprogget
[September 1, 2072 21:12 Bellevue, near Senlis residence]
Bionode: Response 4(5), Signal 2, System 4, Firewall 3; Hidden; Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

@jailbreakers: <<Never mind the parking spot Glyph.  Looks like the parents are going to be home in about half an hour.  So unless we want to loiter around Bellevue until they are settled for the night, we need to move now.  You ready to sit on that CHN Alpha?>>

@self:Maybe I'll get a chance to have that supper mom packed once we head back for home.

[phlapjack77]

@Virtual Scream / Dante
[September 2, 2072, 11:29, Hai Fuk Noodle House, Redmond Barrens, Seattle]
PAN: hidden, Response 1, Signal 3, System 2, Firewall 1

This thing sounded big, this virus. Could be some money to be made for those with information about it. These body parts sounded particularly interesting. Kind of like a gotta-collect-em-all kind of thing. More bits and pieces might mean more money. Must be a way to rip these pieces to a chip. Dante tried to keep his voice cool and disinterested.

<Chinese>"No idea yet how to get rid of it. Say, you seem like a wiz girl. Grandma Fuk said some good things about you. Tell you what, what kind of 'link you got? I could replace it for you."

He paused for a moment, thinking.

<Chinese>"And if you know anyone else who has the virus, I could try to help them as well."

Dante took another swig of beer as he waited for a reply, acting casual. Inside, he had started to get that feeling. That feeling of being on a run, earning some cold hard cred. Beijing still had a lot of actual money floating around, corp scrip and black market scrip and old, wrinkled nuyuan notes. He missed being able to handle money like that now, missed not having a thick wad of greasy bills hidden in his mattress. Mostly he missed having any cred in the first place.

Only question now was how to make some quick cred from the situation.

[RdMarquis]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]
SIN: Spencer Lovett, PAN: Active

For a moment, Mordred couldn't see. His face and lungs burned so badly, he had to grab the wall to avoid losing his balance as he staggered away from the cloud. It would have been generous to say he recovered when he got some distance between himself and the doorway. The intensity of the pain was simply diminished enough that he could usher the Collots further down the stairs. Mordred pulled on his gas mask.

<<Everyone alright?>> Had he been speaking, the words would have been punctuated by his coughing fit. <<And can you see what they're doing now? If need be, back into the station. It leads to a hallway with lots of rooms.>> He turns to point his gun shakily at the door.

[Aria]

@Virtual Scream / Gossamer
[September 1, 2072, 12:17, Argent's home/Old node]
PAN: N/A, SIN: None, Response *, Signal *, System (5), Firewall (4), (Analyze, Scan, Decrypt, Exploit [5, inherent], Stealth [6, inherent], Armour, Browse, Encrypt, Medic [6, ergo, optzd])

<<Didja get that or do I need to repeat it again?>>

Gossamer didn’t wish to raise the ire of the obviously frustrated and impatient sysop and so she bowed to the battlemech and began her retreat. This was obviously not the time

<<There will be no need. I will look elsewhere.>>

So, that avenue of investigation was closed for now. There were other options she could pursue, after all, someone out there would know more about what was really happening, but for now concern for Argent and the children began to war with her desire to know just what had attacked her. Argent could be anywhere but she knew where the children would be…the older ones would hopefully respond to her message but she couldn’t rely on that alone, particularly for Kei, he was only seven

<<@ Penthièvres [Gossamer]:Children, there has been a matrix attack today and I want to ensure you are all safe. There is nothing to worry about but I suggest you avoid using your links for the moment until I have had a chance to secure them.>>

Forging through the matrix like a comet she plunged down into the school servers, pulling the fabric of the e-ther around her to mask her from curious eyes and any more contact with that virus…

[Aria]

@E:CoP/Johnny Awesome
[August 20th, 2072, 21:54; NeoNet Tower, Oxford]

"I crave freedom, which is why I'm going to help you with your De La Mar problem... though I can't help but notice that you speak of metahumanity as something you are not a part of. NeoNET is a we, yet metahumanity is a they? Explain this to me, and I'm sure we can start moving along to other things."

She smiles up at you as you spin her back into your arms, it’s a winsome smile tinged with mischief

"A slip of the tongue nothing more I assure you" but her smile says otherwise, in fact you are fairly certain that this particular young lady doesn’t say anything she doesn’t mean to. Her control is impeccable and she isn’t the slightest bit breathless despite your best efforts. Slipping from the dance floor she sips at her champagne and looks back over her shoulder as if to say are you coming? and then she heads out onto the balcony overlooking the gleaming spires of Oxford.

The wind is fresh this high up and whips around the gossamer light dress that Ryl is wearing in a most appealing, and distracting, manner. You may be old enough to be her father but it’s an enticing sight. Her fingers twitch as she operates some AR interface that only she can see and then she turns back to face you as roller shutters gently descend between you and the rest of the party…

[Fairy]

@E:PL UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:38; Clearwater Pumping Station, Exmoor, UK]
PAN=Active; SIN:Nina Okada

That's very nice of Mordred to ask. <I'm fine—thanks for asking.> Calling some spirits to keep an eye on some things couldn't hurt, either. At the mystic adept's will, a couple of watcher spirits manifest in astral space... "Teki o sagashite onegaishimasu." With that, promptly, Tsubaki activates her Chemical Seal. She joins the Collots alongside them toward the interiors of the pump station.

[Aria]

@E:PL/Chi Town/Copperhead [July 8th, 2072, 23:43; Decaying building, somewhere north of Blackwater, CZ, Chicago]

You retreat away from the street and the conversation, argument, outside fades somewhat, to be replaced by the creaks and groans of a building in a state of distress. With your staff tapping away ahead of you like a white stick you are able to avoid some of the worst pitfalls and decayed flooring. Your heart almost leaps into your mouth though as you hear the noisy sound of searchers entering your building from behind you…fragger clearly told them where to look.

This was once a large scale residential building with some sort of open space at ground floor level. Towards the back you find a stair and lift core with the option to go up, or worst still down or you can try and force your way out the back to where you will presumably find a service alley in the centre of the block. It should be easy enough to get lost in this warren but you are conscious that you are leaving a trail behind you that any competent tracker would follow with ease…let’s hope these neanderthals don’t have any such person!

Requiem gestures to you and carefully moving close, whispers to you "This isn’t going to end well unless we can get them off our trail. You want Stitch and I to distract them? Those two are your cargo after all…"

[Aria]

@E:Tribes, Scrapheap
September 1, 2072 21:15, Bellevue

Spring has gone AWOL and it looks like Glyph hasn’t made it this far yet either! So much for planning! At least Alpha is working his mojo on the CHN and Sprogget is out there somewhere ready to intercept this corp damsel in distress!

Without any warning there is a horrible crunch and the sound of rending metal and the van rocks on its suspension. A quick look in the wing mirror shows a now rather mangled, but otherwise brand new, red Mitsubishi runabout wedged under the rear bumper. Two teenagers are struggling out of the doors clutching at their heads and there is a god awful screech coming from the car music system and from the two teens…

[Machine Ghost]

@E:Tribes, Sprogget
[September 1, 2072 21:15 Bellevue, near Senlis residence]
Bionode: Response 4(5), Signal 2, System 4, Firewall 3; Hidden; Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

On tacnet, Sprogget sees the shiny red toy rear-end the van.
@self:Drek.  Fight through all the freeway traffic, then someone in Bellevue figures they are the only one on the street!

As the sound of the screech starts being passed through, Sprogget has a sudden suspicion.

@jailbreakers: <<Slot, if you have any link in Active mode for legal Bellevue, get it hidden now.  That noise coming from the car and people sounds like the descriptions I got for the scream virus.  If you can get their attention, tell them to physically power off commlinks, and the car node too. 
Once they are not being screamed at, maybe you can get some cooperation getting that piece of tinsel off your bumper.  I'm not far.  Heading your way.>>

Quickly switching the 'Clip to hidden mode, Sprogget heads to the accident location.

CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Hidden; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

Getting close enough to assist quickly if needed, he stays initially not involved, in case he needs to leave to get LeFey himself.

[ChromeZephyr]

@E:Tribes, Scrapheap
September 1, 2072 21:15, Bellevue
PAN mode: Hidden | SIN displayed: Eric Jones

@Sprogget: Oh, I'll get their attention all right. Mebbe you should go get tha corpkid on your bike, since we're runnin' outta time 'fore her parents get home and Ghost knows how long this'll take to get clear of.

Scrapheap lays the shotgun down on the floor as far out of sight as he can, then boots the side door of the van open. He stomps around to the back corner, not having to fake a very angry expression. "Where'd ya learn ta fuckin' drive, assholes? Mebbe if you weren't fuckin' blowin' him you coulda seen the large van right in front of you. And turn off your fuckin' 'links, that screechin' is destroyin' dem and tha car's system. Jesus, are you fuckin' stoopid? Get movin'!"

[Machine Ghost]

@E:Tribes, Sprogget
[September 1, 2072 21:15 Bellevue, near Senlis residence]
Bionode: Response 4(5), Signal 2, System 4, Firewall 3; Hidden; Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Hidden; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

Assured that Scrapheap can handle the situation with the van, Sprogget veers off, and heads for the Senlis residence.

@jailbreakers: <<Right.  Alpha, smack that CHN and get LeFey to the front door.  LeFey, looks like at least the first part of your travels is going to be open air.  This Revolution has room for 2, but it is going to be cozy. Hang out the do not disturb sign, and get ready to roll.

Decision coming up.  It might take Scrapheap and Tweak some time to get the van clear of that crunch.  After I pickup LeFey, I'll need to find a place to stop for a few minutes for a bit of work with a medkit.  After that, I could head sedately back to the mall, or we could wait until the van can pick up Alpha, and travel together.  Could even park half a block from the van, and pretend to be spectators enjoying the free show.

Thoughts?>>

Sprogget maneuvers the cycle to where he can be in front of the Senlis residence at a moments notice, and monitors LeFey's progress, trying to time it so that neither of them need to loiter infront of the house waiting for the other.

[RdMarquis]

@E:Tribes / Travellers
[September 1, 2072 21:15 Senlis Residence, Bellevue]
SIN: Morgan Senlis, PAN: Active

Morgan was putting on a black beret, just to keep her wig from slipping off.

"Ok if I take a weird pleasure in knowing I'm not the only one providing us with a steady supply of complications?" Morgan laughs nervously. She checks her bag one last time, then zips it shut. "I'm heading for the door. If any one is headed my way, just let me know." LeFey eases the door open, just wide enough for her to walk through. Right before she gets moving, the girl takes a moment to add an overlay to the door. "Studying. Please don't disturb me unless it's an emergency." She taps her commlink to bring up the displays on the security cameras.

She then realizes she was neglecting someone.

<<Your orders?>> The knight floated beside her as she went.

<<Oh. Yes. I'm sorry. This may well be a dangerous evening. I need you to use your powers to keep me and my allies safe until I dismiss you.>> Morgan begins the odd task of sneaking out of her own home.

[Machine Ghost]

@E:Tribes, Sprogget
[September 1, 2072 21:15 Bellevue, near Senlis residence]
Bionode: Response 4(5), Signal 2, System 4, Firewall 3; Hidden; Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Hidden; SIN: Paul Brickhill (R3)

Ok if I take a weird pleasure in knowing I'm not the only one providing us with a steady supply of complications?

@jailbreakers: <<Sure, enjoy it while you can.  The main problems tonight have all been caused by that scream virus anyway.  Limiting safe access to the matrix, and messing traffic up.  Parents coming home early is a nuisance, be without the virus delaying us, we would still have had plenty of time to spare.>>

Sprogget is keeping an eye on the progress being made by Morgan's parents, as reported by the running trace.

[JxJxA]

@E:PL /UK
[May 21st, 2072, 18:36; Overlooking Clearwater, Exmoor, UK]
PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton

Still coughing from the effects of the CS gas, Gemeaux falls back while pulling his luggage. Even with his chameleon suit active the maneuver unfortunately hints at his location. However, he figures giving himself away is a lesser evil than leaving a delightfully lethal cache of weaponry for their adversaries to use against them.

He moves himself behind cover, but away from the others. After all, the Collots are still under his protection. With ultrasound active, he peeks around and tries to spy his foes through the carnage. His eyes widen, and a smile tugs at his lips as he sees the continuing carnage of the white phosphorous grenade.

Damn, I do love using those! It is almost like a vermilion sunset on a cloudy day, a viciously destructive sunset that burns its enemies without mercy...