IC: Denver Missions Team 1 Options

[J. Packer]

[[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim nightclub basement]]

You open the door to the room, the first door on the left, and open it onto a room that looks like a medicine lodge. The floor is covered in what appear to be authentic animal skins. There are several cushions placed around a firepit in the center of the room, where a small brazier burns. The room is smoky and fragrant, and a metal chimney set above the brazier does it's fitful best to remove the smoke from the room, but leaves a haze of warm smoke regardless.

Directly across from the door, behind the brazier, is a man wearing a charcoal gray business suit, and incongruously, a full face Hopi mask emblazoned with a stylized raven. He silently gestures at you to enter and take a seat. As you enter the room, he remains totally silent.

[Faraday]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Warden; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Thomas Mylekovich

Warden ambles down the stairs and heads for the door, noticing someone just ahead of him to close it. Made it just in time, eh? He opens the door and sees a bunch of ork clad in heavy black jacket standing in front of him. "'Scuse me there partner, you here for White Raven? Name's Warden by the way."

Anyone taking a look at him will see a wirey ork, a little shorter than Cruiser, wearing denim jeans, button-down denim shirt, and a black, bulky jacket. He has a loaded smartpack slung over one shoulder and a pair nice glasses on as well. He waits patiently just outside the open door.

[Thanee]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister

A young woman also enters the room. She is not tall, maybe five and a half foot, with a slender body. Her ash-blonde hair is worn short and with a trendy cut, and her icy blue eyes curiously take in the whole scene from a fair-skinned, pretty face. The rest of her appearance is quite dark, as her clothing is mostly black and dark green. She is wearing black denim jeans, leather boots and a hooded zipper with a dark green outdoor vest on top. She doesn't have any bulky gear or apparant weapons with her.

As she is just about to speak a word, the masked man silently gestures towards the cushions, and so she stops right in her tracks and doesn't say anything for now. Instead she just nods and takes a free seat, sitting down cross-legged, her whole moves being lithe and lissom.

Weird! Hopefully this is the right room...

[Thanee]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:34pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister

Wow! That man certainly wasn't kidding, when he said lucrative...

She was excited, but she had herself well under control, so she was remaining perfectly calm on the outside. Well, as much as possible, anyways.

When there was a moment of silence, the young woman spoke up.

"I am definitely interested. Can you provide further information about the elements you spoke of? You surely aren't paying us this kind of money for a simple trip through the city. What will we have to expect?"

She simply denies the request to access her commlink, once she becomes aware of it.