IC: Denver Missions Team 2 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.

[klinktastic]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Noticing a few footsteps coming down the stairs, Riot entered the sweat lodge-like room, surveying the room. Nodding at the Johnson, as he indicated for Riot to take a seat. Taking a seat on the cushion, he waited. Obviously more people were coming, since there were a few more spots around the brazier. Placing his biker's helmet on the floor beside himself, he waited, thinking. Hmmm, who might this Johnson be working for? He's calling in a marker of the Ironsiders for help on this....project. Must represent a pretty powerful group to have markers with the Ironsiders.

Upon entering the room, Riot notices an amazing looking elven woman, on her knees with a half finished drink in her hand. Holy shit, that is one helluva joytoy if I've ever seen one!

[Zyerne]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]

Reaching the door and seeing what was inside, Wolf stopped abruptly when he realised what he was about to enter. How others treated this place was not his concern but he was a warrior of the Comanche and would act accordingly. Placing his bag down he gave the Raven-masked man a brief bow of the head acknowledging his status before addressing him in slow, careful Hopi.

"Wise one, a brave not of your tribe seeks entrance to your lodge."

[J. Packer]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]

Caught off-guard, the man in the suit chuckles, the sound echoing inside his mask. His voice is that of an older man, but still strong.

"Um-pi-tah. Be welcome as if you were my tribe and my family," he replies, and gestures to a cushion next to him.

[klinktastic]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Just as Riot had settled down, a fellow Ork paused at the door and muttered some gibberish to the Johnson. Analyzing the Ork, Riot noted the physical prowless and that he guy had a native american flare to him. The Ork looked like a decent threat. The Johnson replied to the Ork and Riot looked to make "eye" contact with the newcomer and noted solomnly to him. "Eye" contact was a realitive term with one who had a Cyber Eyeband.

[Zyerne]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]

Wolf bowed his head again then retrieving his bag, headed across the room to the indicated cushion. As he went, his gaze flicked across to the other Ork, a look of mild revulsion on his face as he caught sight of the eyeband. Whilst somewhat more pro-cyber than many of his tribe, that sort of disfigurement was still unthinkable. He managed a brief nod in Riot's direction before looking away.

Placing his bag behind him, he took a seat on the cushion with practiced ease, his familiarity with the setting obvious. As he did so, the light from the firepit danced across his face, highlighting the tattoos that clearly marked him as Comanche to any that would recognise them.

[BlackHat]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Cody took a moment, at the door, to collect himself before entering. He didn't really know what to expect, but the trids had given him a lot of scenarios to brace himself for - mafia guys sitting around a dimly-lit poker table, yakuza holding swords in one hand and guns in the other, or any number of other ethnic or gangland crime syndicates getting ready for some drek to go down.... His cool was kept mainly by the fact that he had been told that whoever was running the show was specifically looking for "new blood", but that didn't mean that whoever was waiting on the other side wasn't an ice-cold pro in whatever sprawl they fled here from, and Cody was expecting to have to do some smooth talking to keep from looking like the cold fish. He took another sip of his drink, and eased the door open, quietly, and stepped inside.

He was a bit taken back by the interior, but he was getting used to just about everything in Denver having that "cowboys-and-Indians" theme. This was something else, though, and he did a good job of not letting his surprise show. The room wasn't as occupied as he had expected, either. He was right about to apologize and back out of the room, when the man in the raven mask nodded and gestured for him to take a seat. Fair enough, then, he thought, and smiled at the others as he closed the door behind him, and sat on one of the cushions, in a relaxed way that made him seem very comfortable with the situation.

Cody was remarkably unremarkable at first glance - average height for a human, average build, even his haircut and style of loose-fitting casual clothing was so common they could have been clipped right out of advert spam, and dropped into any number of scenes and not look entirely out of place. He also didn't seem well armed or armored, and (other than whatever might fit in the pockets of his jacket or pants) had brought nothing with him but the drink in his hand. In fact, if it wasn't for the air of confidence and the fact that the Johnson seemed to recognize him, it might have seemed as though some random guy from the club had wandered into the wrong room, after using the bathroom.

[klinktastic]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

The next entrant to the sweat lodge was a fairly bland looking human. The man maintained a composed face, despite the somewhat odd situation. Not as physically impressive as the tribal Ork, Riot felt an odd reason to respect the man. He moved with confidence, which most wageslave and other schlubs don't have.

[BlackHat]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Cody seemed to be devoting more of his attention to the two orks, and the elf, than the man in the raven mask. One of the orks looked like a biker, and looked pretty tough. The other, slightly bigger, fit right in with the decor, and looked all tribal. They both looked like they could beat the drek out of Cody, but that wasn't saying a whole lot and, luckily, neither of them looked like they planned to. They also both seemed to have come a bit more prepared than he did. They both had bags or kits on the floor near them, and, well, they had been more punctual than Cody had been - despite the fact that he thought he was a little bit early. The elven woman looked bored, and was dressed in expensive stylish clothing. "So..." he said, tentatively breaking the silence, "anyone up for a game of cards, while we wait?" His grin suggested he was kidding, but the deck of playing cards, which he had somehow produced in the hand that wasn't occupied by his drink, suggested otherwise.

[klinktastic]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

The unfortunate side-effect of having your eyes replace by a Cyberband system is that it makes it pretty hard to give that quizzical, raised eyebrow look when someone does something awkward. Stupid Cyberband, should have thought that replacement out a little more clearly, he thought to himself. Despite the failed raised eyebrow attempt, he just shook his head, slowly, in a gesture in the negatory.

[Kim]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:07pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow

Angel walks clockwise around the fire towards the mask and puts her hand forward:
“Nice to meet you Mr. Johnson, I’m Angel.”

She kicks off her shoes behind the nearest cushion, drops her coat and sits down on her knees. The long drink, she has in her hand, is carefully placed on the floor to her right. When the man keeps quiet it dawns on her that he’s waiting for someone else. At the time others arrive her glass is empty and she looks bored.

With her brown, almond shaped eyes and pointy ears Angel looks unmistakably like an elf. Her lank pitch black hair is bound in a ponytail which falls half way down her back. She wears a short black jingle dress over black pants. The red coppery tinted skin on her feet, arms and face add to her Native American look.

[BlackHat]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Cody shrugged when the cyclopian ork turned down the offer but glanced at the others, to see if anyone seemed interested. His gaze settled on the bored-looking elf who had already finished her drink. He smiled, and held up the playing cards, expectantly.

[SleepIncarnate]

[[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 4:30pm | Denim nightclub basement]]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven

Hearing the voices as she comes down the stairs, Doctor Opheliac follows the rest of the way to the door before pushing it open. Looking inside, she paused a moment as memories of her childhood and visiting her extended family rushed back to her. While she stood there remembering for a moment, those within got a glance at what looked like an old Victorian English style doctor standing before them... long black coat, top hat, dark glasses, holding a large black bag similar to that which has been carried back then. This image however was contrasted by the fact that this woman was only about a meter tall, and while obviously not a specimen of amazing physique, neither was the figure frail. Then after a moment she began to move, removing her hat, glasses, and coat, revealing that the figure was an amerind woman, raven black hair running down to about the middle of her back, and chestnut colored eyes peering out behind her bangs. The clothing she wore under the coat appeared to be a dark green turtleneck and black pants, with some kind of black boots as well.

Turning to the Johnson, she spoke to him, doing her best to remember her Sioux. "I greet you shaman, I come bringing medicine to cure what ails you." She then nodded to the others and stepped inside the room, shutting the door behind her. She then moved to a cushion that was left vacant, setting her belongings down, then siting cross legged on it, looking over the others. Interesting... she thought, not as mixed of a group as I would expect. Three of us are natives, though I guess the only thing we're missing is a troll before making us some kind of pre-meta poster group. The human seems very out of place though, with that shit eating grin on his face and deck of cards. Mental note, charge him double when he ends up needing my help.

[BlackHat]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Now that the seats were all taken, Cody figured they wouldn't be waiting much longer, and gave up on the cards. As the small woman took her place on one of the cushions, and most of the attention in the room was on her, he took the opportunity to slip them back into his jacket, as he took another drink from his glass. He was somewhat confused when she began talking to the Shaman in what he could only assume was the local Amerind tongue, but tried not to let it show. The other guests didn't seem as new to the area as he had expected, but he wasn't going to worry about it too much. It actually made him feel a little better about the job. He had been worried that "new-blood" was a Shadow euphemism for "expendable" during the whole ride over to the bar and, honestly, the only person who was going to notice if he disappeared was the guy who had sent him here. When the newcomer took stock of the rest of the team and her gaze passed over Cody, he nodded politely in her direction but got the impression that something about him was already rubbing her the wrong way, so he quickly turned his attention to the man in the raven mask, who he assumed would be getting down to business, soon.

[J. Packer]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]

With the arrival of the doctor, the man in the mask begins the meeting.

"Thank you all for coming, and so punctually."

He waits for the cards to be put away and attention to be focused on him before he continues. He speaks in the voice of an older man, though it echoes inside the ceremonial mask.

"As you likely suspect, my name is Mr. Johnson, and I appreciate your coming on such short notice. I have need of a very secure courier service to deliver a package to a friend. Unfortunately, I suspect that there might be elements out there that would prefer to intercept this package, rather than see it safely delivered. The distance it needs to be transported is not far, within the Front Range Free Zone, though the destination is, regrettably, in the UCAS sector." He glances down at his comm before continuing.

"Another concern is that absolutely must be delivered by 7:00pm tonight. That leaves a few minutes less than two and a half hours."

He looks up at each of you in turn and then prompts, "Questions?"

[SleepIncarnate]

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven

"Where are we expected to take it? What are the known dangers? How much are you offering?"

[klinktastic]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Listening to the small female, Riot nodded along. Her questions were valid, though asked crassly. "Additionally, I take it you expect all of us to work together to accomplish this task?" nodding in turn to each of the 4 other individuals in the room.

[Kim]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow

Angel would have been tempted to play with the human, if she didn't think it would be ridiculously inappropriate. She's surprised at how many people come in before the meeting starts and (since she didn't understand what was said upon entering by some) happy that everyone seems to understand English.

Questions...Questions? she thinks, Yeah, here's one... Why the hell couldn't you talk to me for half an hour! For @#$% sake, delivering a package, I could have been done by now. Is this the favor Suzuki was asking me, or was it the package itself?

"Could you specify the elements out there that might prefer to intercept said package?"

[BlackHat]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Cody leaned back, took in the atmosphere as some of the others raised some questions about the job. The one that interested him the most were the questions about opposition and payment, but the job sounded straight forward enough, and it was only going to eat up a few hours of his time, one way or the other. He'd do it as a favor for Kim, if the Johnson hadn't mentioned that he expected somebody out there to try to intercept them along the way. Depending on what the 'package' turned out to be, the actual border crossing could be a problem, he supposed, but Cody had very limited experience with crossing between sections of the city. He decided to give the Johnson a chance to answer some of the questions that were already out there, and see how that changed his opinion of the job before adding any questions of his own.

[J. Packer]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:35pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]

He briefly considers your questions. "While I am sure that any one of you could make a simple delivery, it was decided that a team had a better chance of success. That said, the team needed to be made up of neutral parties, who would not have any ties to either myself or the destination of the delivery. That destination is the Montbello neighborhood, in the UCAS sector of Denver."

He turns to Kim before continuing. "There are any number of organizations that would be interested in seeing the contents of the package, or at the very least in stopping their delivery. I can't be any more specific until such time as the job has been accepted - for security reasons, you know."

Speaking now to the whole group, he offers "Because of the urgent nature of the delivery, and the necessity of brining you all together who have, prior to this, not known or worked together, I am allowed to be generous in the way of compensation."

He pulls five standard credsticks out of an inside pocket, thin nondescript gray tubes. "The pay offered for each of you is 1500 in advance. And another 1500 upon successful delivery. So, are you interested?"

[klinktastic]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:35pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Woah! 3k (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) for this? That's nearly rent for 2 months! Shit I could mod up my bike, or my new Dalmatian. Shit! I thought I was going to be doing this for free, for this marker, he thought. "I'm in...sir. I mean obviously, for the favor owed by the Ironsiders," Riot replied, struggling to try and sound 'professional'.

[BlackHat]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:35pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

His ears perked at the word 'generous', and Cody brightened when the compensation was explained. Three thousand was a lot more than he expected to be offered for a few hours of work. His first reaction was that this probably meant the Johnson either had his back to the wall, or that he knew something he wasn't going to tell them, that might make them change their minds if there wasn't so much money on the table. "Very interested," he added, then looked back at the Johnson, "but could you give us a hint about the size of the package? Are we talking about something that fits in a pocket, briefcase, suitcase...." As he spoke, he motioned with his hands, making a progressively larger gap between them. "... the trunk of a car, or.. something else?" Cody didn't have a car, but if it was anything smaller, he was fairly sure he could sneak it past just about anyone. "Oh, and should we be worried about sensors picking it up at the border, or do we just need to keep it out of sight, and out of mind?"

[SleepIncarnate]

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 4:31pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven

"3k each for a couple hours work? If you're being that generous up front, and needing a full team, there must be some major issues with this job. That and the delivery of the package must be very important for you. After all, we all know you're looking to make a profit from this, and are likely trying to pay us just enough to interest us but still keeping a sufficient bubble of money in case we want more. What do you say to making that 1500 in advance and 2000 after successful completion of the job? I'd also like to know more about the size of this package."

[Kim]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:35pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow

Kim thought she was going to do some favor, but it turns out she got hers. 15k to deliver a package sounds exciting, but she decides to wait and see what the others think. Just to have an excuse not to answer right away she starts playing with her comm; checking how far and what kind of neighborhood Montbello is.

[Zyerne]

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:35pm | Denim Nightclub Basement]

Three grand was more than Wolf generally made in a month, sometimes 2 months and a lot more than he'd been expecting. Even if they never saw the rest of the payment, fifteen hundred would last him a good while.

He spoke first to the J, once more in Hopi. "I will undertake this task, on my honor as a Comanche." Turning to the rest of the team he spoke two words in English. "I'm in.