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

[galenbd]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
April 15th, 2072 10:51am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>. Analyze 5, Stealth 5, Exploit - Mute 5, Sniffer 3, Agent 4

Now that the drone is empty, I'm through here. Paraku races back to her commlink and disconnects. Her RAS override disonnects and her eyes open as Doza picks her up. Jamie yelps as she ends up over her shoulder as Doza moves off. "Put me down. I can run on my own."

[Seth]

@SuicideKings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:30 The Drunken Drone]

Molly and Pixel have worked together to resurrect the tacnet that had temporarily glitched with the EMC jamming. As the corporate goons gun down Hansai Jones, the tacnet clicks back into being.

There are very few sensors left outside. Pixel is shown as being up one of the lampposts, and is the main outside observer. The four weapon platforms are in ruins. Many of Molly's drones are burning with black acrid smoke, several have exploded. Pixel's land based drone, the doberman Alpha, has retreated into the junkyard after blowing a hole through the junkyard wall. Her aerial drone can be seen on the tacnet hugging the nap of the earth, although the trailing plumes of black smoke leading away from the Drunken Drone are dead give-aways.

The corporate goons have suffered badly though.

There are two squads marked Alpha and Beta. Alpha squad has 8 remaining troops, and Beta has 7. Each originally had two fire elementals, and only one is left. The three snipers were labeled Bandit 1, 2 and 3. Bandit 1 has vanished off the map and cannot be seen. Bandits 2 and 3 are marked as combat kills. Each squad had four LAW missiles, and they have all been used.

Alpha Squad is now invading the cafe, although with the grenade going off near them, it is not clear what the state of the four near the the entrance is. The other four have moved to the windows and have just attached small shaped charges, as their original attempts to smash through them failed.

Beta Squad is engaged in a gunfight with those patrons that fled the bar on their own. Some what incredibly, of the four that fled, only one has dropped. Their lorry had raced to pick them up, twin machine guns poking above the head lights, and a turret spitting fire from above its cab. The lorry appears to be seriously heavily armored and is now driving out of the compound, as Beta Squad spray it some what unimpressively with their assault rifles. The diminished fire elemental was chasing the lorry, pounding upon a magical barrier surrounding it.

[AppliedCheese]

@SuicideKings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:31 The Drunken Drone]

Dealer watches as the first man to try to come through the door is hurled back by his hail of bullets. In the gray world of ultrasound, its hard to tell if any of them actually penetrated, but its not likely he's getting up any time soon.

Everything begins to move in what seems like slow as his wired reflexes kick in at full. Somewhere to his left, Hansai Jones hits the floor. Hopefully he's not dead. Dead KE officers are not what needs to be here when the rest of the force responds to the distress signal.

Dealer's earbuds muffle a string of throaty booms as more of the door frame disintegrates under heavy shot, moments before grenade of some sort floats to the doorway. Only a timely glance away and the best flare and audio compensation on the market save his senses as it goes off in the middle of the remaining three corp-sec at the door.

I guess Copperhead is still alive.

[Xarin]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:31 The Drunken Drone]
Pixel's datasphere tracks the unfolding combat with the top-down view from Marvin and a pair of feeds from her combat drones Alpha and Eddie. Snuggled into her fresh hiding spot atop a junk pile near the yard's edge she huddles down and directs her drones.

Eddie's system readout was a mess of warnings and alerts as his systems were on the verge of complete failure and his ammo bins read completely empty.

Alpha wasn't doing too much better. He was sporting a deffinate limp, possibly leaking some hydrolics, and critically low on ammo, but he was out of the immediate engagement zone at least.

<<@Molly, Hansai, Team: Alright boyos, Alpha and Eddie are in bad shape and low ammo. Not much more they can do now.>>

Checking her other feeds, she finally turns attention from the battle outside to the breach-in-progress. Pepe, her flyspy, still hung in a back corner of the ceiling where he'd been watching over the meeting for her. She sees Hansai go down and the runners starting to return fire.

Drek! Hansai! Oh, this isn't good. Not good at all. There's gotta be something left, he needs more backup Pronto! Hmmm... maybe Molly's still got something in the back that can fight...

[AppliedCheese]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:31 The Drunken Drone]

Dealer refocuses on the doorway where the corpsec just got hammered by Copperhead's grenade.

Time to hitem hard, before they can recover from their mistake, while their still committed to the door

As he scans towards the door, he notices figures mucking about with the windows, beating on them.

That's not going to work. Deal with them later. Finish the present threat now.

He doesn't have to wait long for the chance as targets flood the doorway. One more corpsec breaks in hard and to the right, and Dealer cuts off a long burst that trails behind the goon, yet he emerges somehow unscathed, like something out of the fragging vids. His partner buttonhooks the door to the left, and that extra step to turn the corner is all it takes for the smartgun system to adjust to the angular momentum. Rounds punch into and in at least one case through his armor, but the shooter keeps moving anyhow.

These guys have got to be riding high on something. Figure out what later...

As the last of the flash is still dying away, it looks like the figures at the window are being much more methodical now...

Wonder what they're...oh...oohhhhh"OH DREK! GET DOWN!"

Dealer drops behind the soy-pizza dispenser, tries to make himself very small, and reflects hastily on the probability of a Soy-Ultra-Supreme stopping bits of flying masonry. At least the dispenser seems solid...

[JxJxA]

@ Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:15 The Drunken Drone]
[The Pixel Special, ID "Aubert Benoit"]

After receiving Molly's kiss and word of caution, Demon gives a reassuring grin to her.

"Ma belle hôtesse, the last thing I would ever dream of doing is disappointing a lady. I give you my word that I will be careful."

With that, he quickly climbs up the pole into the carnage above....

[April 15th 2072; 23:00:30 The Drunken Drone]

With Molly's and Pixel's all-clear, Demon pops his wireless function back on.

One of the things Demon often regrets most in life is cybering his eyes and ears. After the procedure (and plucking out compatible 'ware from a few âmes malheureuses, life just is no longer as vivid. Scenes, sounds, pictures and music lack that particular je nais se quoi.

This, however, is not one of those times.

The pastiche of sensory data that now replaced of his eyes and ears provides usable data in what would have been utter chaos without his cyberware. Visual and infrared spectra outline the expanding "hot smoke" cloud that the méchants de l'heure are hiding withing. His ultrasound sonar outlines the area while his spacial recognizer pinpoints the location incoming targets. Finally, his aural dampeners mercifully make the cacophony of battle bearable.

Seeing the targets so close almost makes him regret picking the sniper rifle as his current weapon of choice. It is like bringing a scalpel to a swordfight. Fortunately, his "scalpel" is loaded with APDS rounds---and from the looks of those voulons-à-être coléoptères, it is probably the right tool for the job. He squeezes the trigger twice, unloading two rounds towards Dealer's target before taking cover near the wounded Hansai.

[Xarin]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:31 The Drunken Drone]

The comm line to Molly wasn't getting a response. Hmmm, that's not good.

[Pepe, sneak back into Molly's area <coordinates transmitted> and see what's going on there.] The little flyspy beams back with a suave Frenchie's accent [Oui madame, que vous le souhaitez. Une furtive Recon venir jusqu'à.]

[Eddie, emergency landing <coordinates by Alpha>, then cut engine and power down] A deep resonating robotic voice replied from the drone, [Order Acknowledged. Initiating Landing sequence.]

I hope that cuts the smoke trail. Just need to get Beanie over there to pick him and Alpha up now. And somehow save Hansai's cute derrier. Maybe Molly's too if need be. And I suppose I better look after the thug squad in there... *sigh* And I didn't even get my pie Pixel's face droops a bit at that last thought.

[Aria]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:31 The Drunken Drone]

Things were moving faster than Ember could have possibly anticipated...damn it, he wasn't a real runner and this was proving that perhaps an early retirement (preferably alive) would be on the books very soon. He dismissed the clutter of thoughts from his mind, and the splitting headache from resummoning Tempest so soon, they wouldn't help him now...

~Tempete, ma cheri, we must deal with these invaders so that I may help Monsieur Hansai, we cannot afford more police deaths on our hands. Please defeat those attackers...~

Struggling to stay low in the flying debris and other chaos Ember made his way across to the battered body of their latest employer. He allowed his mind to slip into the state of calm where he could view the astral and prepare to attempt a healing spell...

[Aria]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
April 15th, 2072 10:51am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle

With the drone disabled you have a small window to cross the road and slip into the open light industrial unit. Behind you the van is struggling over the kerb to follow but thankfully it will have to move around to the road entrance somewhere beyond - there's no way it can ram the concrete barrier at the road edge but it proves no hiderance to you on foot.

Metahuman workers look on in surprise as you burst in through a personnel door. A storage area is off to your left and ahead there are consumer electronics coming off conveyors and being wrapped and stacked by drone workers...it looks clear for now but you suspect any security in here will be moving to intercept you soon...

[AppliedCheese]

@ 2072 World - An interlude
An office in Downtown, 15 APR 23:00:31

Late nights, lots of soykaf. Max Greer was used to it. He had been pulling this routine for ten years, and likely would for another twenty. Horizon could crow all they wanted about employee care - it just meant the soykaf was premium, and they made you go to some "balance" counselor every month. It definitely didn't mean anyone in middle management was leaving before midnight, at least not unless they were checked out. Max knew that leaving before the boss, or coming in after her, was a fine way to make sure you stayed in middle management. And at Seattle Creative Investments LLC, (a proud horizon subsidiary) the boss didn't leave until midnight.

As an agent sorted his AR messages, Max glanced through the information feeds coming from various media subsidiaries. There was that ongoing story about the Toxic Terror and the Lucy Jucy, but that was about it. Other departments had already snapped up various obvious investment opportunities - shorting on the owners, and buying in modest amounts for a trifecta of companies that look like they were already being contact for repair. No one knew how to bounce on KE on this one: on one side they had failed, and had hammered the drek out of a hotel. On the other, Brackhaven was sure as hell going to cough up a wad of money to improve downtown security, and KE Seattle still held that contract.

Then it hit him. TOXIC terror gamma. The rational knew that there was nothing a respirator would do against a toxic spirit. But the masses weren't exactly rational, now were they?

<<@Diana, Perceptions Dept: I need a media blitz, around three days, about the horrors of toxic mages. How they could be infecting your kids, all that drek. Something with particularly nasty sounding diseases. Latin would be good. The unstated theme running through it should be that this stuff is airborne, but filterable. Nothing so crass as saying it..but SAY it. Thanks. >>

<<@BlackPool 33, BUY on the following respirator companies. Price points and auto-trade parameters to follow>>

Looked like it'd be another late night...better get another soykaf. Fortunately, his staff hadn't left either. Can't leave before the boss, after all.

[Notsoevildm]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:31 The Drunken Drone]

Warned by Snake about the four corp goons at the window, Copperhead is able to make sense of the suddenly restored tacnet data. She crouches low behind the cafe booth, leaning over the injured Hansai as a hail of broken glass patters off her armored back like water off a duck.

The air spirit's finds it's initial attempts to engulf the nearest goon foiled by his suit's chemical seal. It hisses as it adjusts it tactics, adopting the more subtle tactic of forming images in the swirling smoke in an attempt to confuse him.

[AppliedCheese]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:32 The Drunken Drone]

Dealer emerges from behind the pizza dispenser as the last of the glass tinkles to the floor around him, and kicks off at a dead sprint towards the windows. He flies through the smoke and the masonry dust as the corpsec are still moving to take advantage of their new firing points. As his legs pump furiously in between heartbeats, he readies a frag grenade.

Gotta get to the window before they start closing up on the breach...gotta get there...if they firing line the windows, this becomes a gunfight we're gonna get hurt in...

Heartbeat


Almost there...

Heartbeat

As Dealer reaches the window he drops a grenade outside, barely any delay on it, and kicks off the wall, converting his momentum into a prodigious flying leap backwards over a table knocked over by the breach. He barely clears the table when the loud krump of a detonating grenade is added to the cacophony of the fight.

Hope it killed some of you bastards. Not likely in that nifty armor though...

Then he hits the floor behind the table.


Definitely going to have some bruises tomorrow.

[Xarin]

@Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:32 The Drunken Drone]

C'mon Pepe, get me a feed on Molly. I've still got eyes on Hansai and the goon squad seems to be having trouble, thankfully. That sniper may still be looking for me and my backup's down. Right, better head for the rest of the boyos. I just hope Molly's got them ready for startup.

With a quick peak around from her hiding space, Pixel flits out, working her way towards the cafe one hiding spot at a time, the ruthenium of her armor working overtime in concert with her innate powers of concealment. At the next stop she pulls up her AR feeds again and spins over to Beanie. Grabbing the virtual controlsticks she works on quietly easing her van back from the fight to go pick up the much-wounded Eddie. The left-over static from her tumble with emm386 wasn't helping matters, but there wasn't time to fix it just yet.

Eddie's feed was offline now, but it had shown a 'safe' touchdown on a torn up old cracked tan leather bucket seat with some unsavory-looking stains on it. Note to self: when I get out of this mess, have Jeeves disenfect Eddie before beginning repairs.

There still no word from Molly either...

[JxJxA]

@ Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:32 The Drunken Drone]
[The Pixel Special, ID "Aubert Benoit"]

A cold, satisfied grin cuts across Demon's face as he watches the results of his handiwork. Blood, brains and various viscera exploded from the merde petit porcelet d'entreprise as the bullets hammered home into his inadequately armored head. He mentally reminds himself to review the video recording of the fight for that particular scene. Ah, a veritable work of art...even the ultrasonic medium gives it a particular Guillauminesque touch in shades of gray...

He takes a moment to glance over at Hansai, appreciating the oddity of the situation. A wave of corporate chiens de salaires are coming to kill them, while another of their kind who represents their billet d'or out of this macabre comedy of errors is bleeding out on the floor and likely to call down another wave of the crétins décérébrés that would try to kill them. At least Copperhead had managed to move to Hansai's side. She would keep him safe, and he would be loathe to insinuate otherwise to his amazonian camarade.

Of course, all of this would be meaningless if they died. He draws his APDS-loaded Kompakt with his free hand and slides it over to Hansai---giving the corporate lackey temporary clearance to use the weapon.

[Seth]

@SuicideKings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:33 The Seriously Smashed Drone]

<<[Molly]Pixel...Help! He's...Arrgh...Noooo...The landline>> Pixel's commlink flashes a priority signal from Molly, then it stops suddenly.

Some Pixies can have good eyesight though, and it is either through well trained perceptions, or good luck that through the scene of carnage and devastation, Pixel spots a figure that has climbed to the roof of the Drunken Drone. There is one of those moments: Pixel looks at the Sniper. The Sniper looks at Pixel. Time seems to pause, then the sniper begins to squeeze the trigger.

!! BOOM !!

The explosion of a grenade just underneath the Sniper causes her to jerk the gun just as the trigger is being pulled, and hole the size of Pixel's body appears in the car nearest her. Cursing under her breath the Sniper realigns the weapon.

Even in the military armor that these corporate attackers wore, a fragmentation grenade is nothing to laugh about. Alpha squad had only four active members left on the tacnet, and two of them are in the way of just such a grenade. All four members of Alpha squad had their own grenades in their hand, and were obviously about to throw them through the window. As Dealer's grenade explodes one of them is killed immediately, dropping his grenade, and the other is knocked back as the blood, brains and gore of his colleague are sprayed upon him.

The other two members of Alpha squad were less affected, and both tossed grenades through the broken window hardly exposing themselves to answering fire.

Meanwhile in the carpark, Beta squad were engaging in a desultory last exchange of bullets with the fleeing smugglers, while their fire elemental turned and charged the cafe.

Inside the Drunken Drone, The pile of dead or unconscious had grown, the air was full of smoke and debris, but the Kevlar wall papered walls were still holding. Hansai Jones has just finished applying a trauma patch to his mangled left arm, and is shielded by the considerable bulk of Copperhead from the main threat. Dealer was still in mid jump as the grenade exploded and was assisted by the shock wave towards the back where Demon was wielding his seriously lethal sniper rifle.

Ember's vacated body was under the same table that Copperhead and Hansai were lurking in.

[Seth]

April 15th, 2072 10:52am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>]

Jotamon, with the heavy child over his shoulder limps into the warehouse. Fortunately his ware had stopped the bleeding, but this could get old fast.

"Out" he waves his very big and very dangerous looking pistol at the man in the fork lift. "I need to borrow your wheels. Don't worry I'll give them back". Getting in the forklift, Jotamon is reminded of a scene from The Matrix, an old fashioned 2D movie that he and Doza loved.

"Can you fly one these?" "Not yet" replied Trinity. "Operator I need a download".

<<Engage Pilot program>> Jotamon instructed his ware, and his MoveByWire began to work.

Jotamon raised the load on the forklift, to give better cover, and raced it (a somewhat optimistic term perhaps) towards the entrance on the other side, while checking for signs of guards, copters, drones, or other unpleasantries

[Alyena]

April 15th, 2072 10:52am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle

Doza grinned to herself as she heard Jotamon quoting The Matrix under his breath. It had been too long since they had had time to watch such old classics. Moving Jamie slightly, she slings the 'Knight's strap over her shoulder and draws one of her Crusaders. Wincing slightly she jogs after the forklift as Jotamon clips a packing carton, causing it to spin away and several workers to dive out of its path.

"His driving's as good as ever, I see"

"A least it offers some cover and everyone is too busy getting out of the way to pose any threat." With this thought Doza scans the area, security were sure to be attracted by the cries of alarm. Hoping to get clear of the building without further incidents she picks up the pace.

[Notsoevildm]

@SuicideKings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:33 The Seriously Smashed Drone]

As the last of the glass tinkles to the floor Copperhead risks a glance over the table at the shattered remains of the cafe. Four bodies lie sprawled by the doorway, but she doesn't spot anyone at the windows. She also doesn't notice the pair of grenades rolling across the floor. Resting the big shotgun across her knees she fumbles in one of the armor suit's pouches with her left hand and pulls out an auto-injector. While Snake had taught her how to move fast, the spell had proven difficult to cast. It was also too powerful for her little sustaining focus and the strain of maintaining it herself had outweighed any benefits of the added speed.

So, cram addict or corpse?

Not much of a choice she thinks as she presses the auto-injector against her neck. She hisses as the amphetamine rushes into brain and the room swirls as time slows around her.

She hauls the gun back up, blinking to focus her eyes. As she does, she spots some flames licking at the doorframe, then gasps as a vaguely humanoid pillar of fire bursts into the room. Her finger clenches involuntarily on the gun's trigger.

"Ember, get your astral butt back here right now. Dere's a fraggin' fire elemental here."

Spirit, I beg your help. Please assist me against this creature of flame.

[JxJxA]

@ Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:33 The Seriously Smashed Drone]
[The Pixel Special, ID "Aubert Benoit"]

As a flood of data poured over the TacNet link, Demon notes the data on the sniper aiming at Pixel and a single thought crosses his mind.

Save the hacker, save the day? Sounds like fun.

Running his tongue across the top of his teeth, Demon bolts from cover with sniper rifle and smart pack in hand. He jumps through a window, passing by two perplexed voyous and then leaps up on a car. Using the TacNet information, he looks for his target and mentally crosses his fingers with the hope that he actually gets a chance to get off a shot or two...

[Seth]

April 15th, 2072 10:52am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>]

<<Fat Tony: Its me. Listen Tony the fecal matter has well and truly hit the rotating blades. And they are spinning fast... No I don't know how they are, but they have drones, copters, hackers and they are after me because I was shopping in the wrong place, and they are cleaning up.

I'm running now, and their Copter is just about here. Do you know anyone near <ARO link to this warehouse>. You do! Issac you say Issac Mercer. Yeah I heard of him... good guy. OK do what you can Tony. I owe you.>>

[galenbd]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
April 15th, 2072 10:51am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>. Analyze 5, Stealth 5, Exploit - Mute 5, Sniffer 3, Agent 4

Jamie gets bounced around as they move into the warehouse. Jotomon commandeers a forklift and uses it for cover. All well and good until bullets really start flying. We need to get out of here.

"Put me down. You're slowing us both down. And I can't take cover from your shoulder when security shows up."

[AppliedCheese]

@ Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:33-35 The Seriously Smashed Drone]

Dealer lets out a not-quite-soft groan as he recovers his breath after that last set of acrobatics. Behind the upturned table he decides to take a half second breather as he mics the team:

"Czzkt - are we safe for tacnet yet? And whats up with Molly and Pixel?"

He can't quite make out the reply - something about a big fragging sniper rifle-but figures its a yes. Appropriate Tac-AROs start jumping onto his AR overlay.
What they don't show is two hand grenades that just got chucked through the far window.

Seems safe to get up

Dealer rocks to his feet, taking stock of the situation while slamming a fresh magazine in his rifle. Looks like Hansai isn't dead - though that damn KE ARO is still blaring, so, maybe 4 minutes from now we need to be getting the frag out - and everyone is still standing. Or crouching. Or, in Ember's case, doing that freaky mage drek where they go limp and Astral.

At least Copperhead has that big fragging shotgun out, and some spirit running around outside...no clue what the skinny bugger is doing. Typical mage. Automatic weapons 5 yards away and he's communing with nature or some drek

His quick visual tour of the cafe ends at his feet...yes, that is most certainly a grenade.

And where there's one, there's two...and there's number two on that table over there. Here we go again

Moving with skill built of years of second story work, Dealer effortlessly snatches the grenade at his feet and sprints by the 1st window, tossing it back out on the way. As he flashes past the door, he grabs the second grenade off the table without even needing to think about it. He is in the zone, if such a thing exists for grabbing grenades at a dead run through the middle of a rapidly disintegrating bar, and doesn't even break his stride. He reaches the second window and drops it back out the far side...just in time to see Demon dive through the window and scamper up a car and line up his shots. He doesn't bother with sub-vocalization.

"Frenchy! Get behind the car!"

As his voice trails off, Dealer notices two things. One is a third grenade. The other is a fire elemental that seems to have come into the cafe behind him.

No time! Cover! Beer Fridge! Dive!

He esconces himself behind the commercial cooler full of Azzie-Pabst and waits for the earth shattering kaboom...which comes moments later. Ice cold suds, and a good chunk of masonry spray across his back, punching into it painfully. There is something numb and cold back there. Which either means hes bleeding, or there's beer trickling over whats going to be a very nasty series of bruises.

There's no time to find out though, as his eyes focus on the third grenade, and he desperately rolls to heavier cover.

[Seth]

April 15th, 2072 10:52am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>]

<<Doza/Jamie: OK we have very few choices. We have to get away from here. I am slowed with an assault rifle round in my belly, hence the forklift, and we have the kid to keep alive.

By sheer good luck, My friend Fat Tony has a guy a couple of hundred yards away, so we have one more person to help us. I don't know what transport he has, but we could just boost a car.

Doza: you said your Mr J has a car waiting for us.

Jamie it's kind of up to you:

• Keep running / boost a car, hope to outrun a helicopter
• Get in Mr Js car

My thought is that we should get in Mr J's car, but I'll go with whatever you want to do.>>

[AppliedCheese]

@ Suicide Kings
[April 15th 2072; 23:00:33-35 The Seriously Smashed Drone]

As his eyes focus on the third grenade, Dealer makes one final effort. His back screaming with the fresh pains of the recent injuries, he rolls out the window, and over the forms of what the tac net had marked Alpha 3 and Alpha 4. If they're still alive, he'll worry about killing them in a second. He hugs the dirt and lets the chameleon cloak do the rest. Moments later the muffled krump of a frag grenade going off inside tells him that this was the right decision.

His biomonitor helpfully informs him that he is not bleeding, and that the residual alcohol levels on his skin advise against him driving.

This is turning into one hell of a night.

[galenbd]

@Jamie, Jotamon & Doza
April 15th, 2072 10:52am; Dearborn; Downtown Seattle
[Pan=Hidden. Id = <Information not available>. Analyze 5, Stealth 5, Exploit - Mute 5, Sniffer 3, Agent 4

<<Mareno, Doza We really don't have a choice. We don't have the resources to hold off the forces arranged against this kid. The best we can hope for is to talk to the Johnson and hope he has good intentions for the kid. If we knew what was so important about him, we could expose it and hope the Powers-that-Be will come his defense. Since we don't know anything about him, that leaves option A.