IC: Oriental Opportunities, Avoiding death in Hong Kong Options

[Edana]

18 February 2072, 3:00 AM, Hong Kong, Undisclosed Boardroom
"...get that rearranged, we'll be in a weak position."

"Don't worry sir, I'll make a few calls. This New Year promises to be a prosperous one."

"See that it is, and I'm sure your promotion will have no obstacles.

18 February 2072, ~3:45 AM, Hong Kong

<@Ting-Ting: Got some free time for the New Year? A Mr. Lee could use your services. Short notice, so the pay promises to be good. If you're interested, he'll be at the Golden Apple Teahouse ::Map attached:: at 6:00 PM. Dress nice. --Long Jin>

<@Fractal: Busy? Good, didn't think so. Got some work for you, seems to be a rush job, so make sure you get paid. 6:00 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, ask for a Mr. Lee. Wear your nice clothes. --Ric>

A cacophony of cheesy alarms and flashing lights greet Dante as Jones tries to get his attention "Hey! You've got mail!", the home speakers blare, followed by what was probably some kind of laugh. "You're too slow, here let me read it to you: '...', this is boring, I'll summarize: 'Golden Apple Teahouse, 6 PM, Mr. Lee.' There. Now that you're awake, you ready for some more punishment in WEPES? Or are you going to be a sissy?"

<@Hope: Good job just came across the board. Meetup at Golden Apple Teahouse ::Map:: at 6 PM, party is under a Mr. Lee.>

18 February 2072, 7:43 AM
Shortly after finishing his morning routine, Dr. Yang receives a call from Shen Li, "Heya Doc, an old acquaintance of mine is putting some people together. They might be able to use some patching up along the way, so I mentioned you might be available. I know it's the New Year, but figured you might be able to use the cash. If you're interested, stop by the Golden Apple Teahouse in Tsim Sha Tsui at 6:00 tonight and ask for Mr. Lee. Might be some other people you know there."

18 February 2072, 9:18 AM
<@Max: Hope you're up for an adventure, got some work that will do both of us some good. Pay should be above average, with the holiday and all. The meeting's at an upscale place called the Golden Apple Teahouse in Tsim Sha Tsui. Mr. Lee will be meeting the principals there at 6 PM. Do this clean and I'll owe you a drink. --M.M.>

[Thanee]

18 February 2072, 3:50 AM, Ling's Penthouse, Wan Chai, Hong Kong
Ting-Ting | PAN = Active | SIN = Xiao Ling

Ling checks the clock. Small wonder I'm feeling so tired. It's four in the morning. She didn't need much sleep, but the hour she got wasn't quite enough. As her mind slowly centered on the situation, she remembers the sound that woke her up. The comm...

Connecting to it via AR, as she puts on her shades with the image link, a new message pops up in her field of vision. Yeah, I have some free time. You know my schedule. But still nice that you ask... she thinks, as she mentally ‘types’ a reply.

< @Long Jin [Ting-Ting] It will be the Year of the Dragon. Should be a good year for you. I always dress nice. Thanks! Will be there. >

Ling moves over to the vast window front of her two-story penthouse, taking a look down at the street, bathed in neon light. There are still a number of people out there. The city never really slept here in the Wan Chai district. Stretching her limbs and body, she watches the scene for a while, before going back to sleep.

18 February 2072, 7:00 AM, Ling's Penthouse, Wan Chai, Hong Kong
Ting-Ting | PAN = Active | SIN = Xiao Ling

A few hours later, Ling awakes fully rested this time. It takes a few hours to go through her complete morning ritual, including breakfast, meditation, some sports to stay in perfect shape, and a lot of personal grooming. But with no reason to rush it, she takes her time.

Once she is done with all that, Ling goes out to take a stroll along the Wanchai-Causeway, see what's new and all that. A thought has formed in her mind, that it would be useful to have another full identity to go with her runner personality, which she would prefer to stay seperate of her ‘normal life’, if you can call it normal, that is. At some places, you needed to have your PAN set to active, and for those situations, another Fake SIN would come in very handy to avoid suspicion. She would need Long Jin for this, of course, as he was the one with the contacts. But once initial contacts were made, she could very well handle the formalities herself.

18 February 2072, 3:00 PM, Ling's Penthouse, Wan Chai, Hong Kong
Ting-Ting | PAN = Active | SIN = Xiao Ling

Back at her penthouse, Ling checks her extensive wardrobe to see what she could wear. Since the meeting was on such short notice, she considers going fully armored, just in case, which only leaves two choices. From those, she contemplates wearing her Steampunk dress, blouse and corset, a short skirt with fishnets underneath and heeled boots, plus the overcoat.

[Seth]

08:00 Dr Yang's rooms, Kowloon

<<@Shen Li: I will attend. Thank you>>

Dr Yang reviews the heavens. Hmm...The omens are bad, very inauspicious.

"Son, I'm going out. There are people that need fixing. While I am gone I want you practice your leg work." "Yes Father". Dr Yang nodded approvingly as Yuan started practicing his footwork, making the occasional correction with a stick. With some more work Yaun will make a fine martial artist, the Tiger Claw style is not yet dead!

Dr Yang spent the rest of the morning visiting his current patients. Far too many patients. If only I could get paid like the western doctors. Here in Kowloon, a doctor was only paid when his patients were well, and recently all too many of them were coming down ill. Still Mrs Chang is doing ok, the sprained ankle is coming along nicely. Mr Yen's kidney problem still needs some more treatment None of them were in critical shape though, so there should be no problems earning money in a more direct fashion.

At lunchtime Dr Yang headed to the Goddess of Mercy shrine in Kowloon. As always the beautiful pagoda set his body and soul in harmony. The smell of the joss and burning ghost money helped offset the worries of the bad omens. After performing a tranquil Yang long form tai chi, feeling at peace with himself, Dr Yang threw his pack on his back, and set off on his bicycle for the Yau Tsim Mong District.

[Mickle5125]

18 February 2072, 9:30 AM, Max's Room, Hong Kong
<@M.M.: Clean is over-rated, ya know. But I'll play nice. Any chance I can get that drink before the meeting? --Your Favorite Monkey>

Max yawned and scratched his belly as he contemplated the upcoming meeting. An upscale joint... how troublesome. I suppose I need to get my suit ironed this time...

As it turns out, Max didn't have to iron his suit. Instead, he managed to talk little old Mrs. Cheng into ironing it for him when he went to ask to borrow her iron. Heh... and nobody would believe that I didn't even need my mojo to do this one...

Once that was done (and Max had been stuffed to the gills with rice by the kindly old lady), he made his way back to his room, lit some incense, and prepared to commune with Monkey. The old ape was waiting for him as he slipped into a meditative state. Brat! You haven't entertained me with a good prank lately!

Max sighed and bowed to Monkey. Boss, I got that entire gang just last week. The watcher spirit whispering about betrayals, remember?

Monkey laughed. Yeeeeahhhh... That was a good one. But I've been bored lately! You're getting lazy, brat. Come up with a prank to top that soon!

Max nodded. Sure thing, boss. Right after this job, ok? Of course, with the mention of the job, Max had to explain what he knew about the job, then spend a few hours trying to convince Monkey that pranking while working might not be the best of ideas. As he finished and drew out of the meditation, he noticed that it was time to get going. With a bit of luck, he'd arrive just in time to meet up with Mr. Lee.

[phlapjack77]

18 February 2072, ~3:45 AM, Hong Kong

"Jones, you crazy bastard! Do you know what time it is? I know your devious mind - you think you can wake me up this early, and in my tired state you'll finally be able to score a goal or two. Tell you what - I'm going back to sleep for a few more hours. When I wake up, I'll play you in a few matches of WEPES, IF you can dig up any information on this Mr. Lee and the Golden Apple. A floorplan would be a nice start."

With that, Dante fell back asleep as only one who never gets enough sleep can.

18 February 2072, ~8 AM, Hong Kong

Feeling much more refreshed, Dante started his day being thoroughly beat-down by Jones. For all his talk, Dante still couldn't force even a draw. He'd even been reading a cheat-guide for the game, but it did no good. A momentary thought flitted through his consciousness, that Jones had access to the same cheat-guide, since it was on Dante's PAN...he quickly brushed this thought aside as he focused on attempting the off-sides trap to stop the charging Barcelona strikers. GOALLLLLLLLL

Finally having had enough, Dante grumbled something about having things to do and began to prepare for his errands, all the while enduring Jones' taunting barbs.

After his truck and supplies were all assembled, Dante opened the door of the garage onto a brand new day. His pickup truck rolled out onto the street, laden down with the necessary equipment for a day of selling street food, and for having an important meet about other business.

Tomorrow is the New Years. I'll need to order some things then.

Making a mental list, Dante set the truck's pilot to take him to his usual spot while he accessed the Matrix to order some gifts. Traditional Hong Kong foods would make ideal presents for the New Year.

Lao Wai, Jiu Jiu, Taro, JingCha, GongAn, Sun Qi, and Ayi. And one for Dr. Yang makes 8. Perfect.

Completing the order and paying from his Liu Zi Ang account, Dante swung by the store to pick up his order, paying a little extra to have all but one of the gift baskets delivered. He also sent a quick note to his fixer.

<@Jiu Jiu: Thanks for the message. I'll be there. Your usual fee? --Dante>

18 February 2072, ~4PM, Hong Kong

The day passed uneventfully. Business was slow, as many people were out of town for the New Year. It was to be expected. Dante ended a little early, delivering the gift basket to Ayi on his way to the Golden Apple.

Getting there ahead of time, Dante changed from his subtly-armored-slightly-dirty-street-clothing to a normal change of clothes that was slightly nicer and ostensibly cleaner. He sat in his truck, reviewing the paydata Jones had been able to find for him. While doing so he decided to have his Dragonflies available during the meet, watching the entrances and exits. Just in case.

[sabs]

[18 February 2072, 10am Hong Kong]

<@Ric : Why does every Mr Lee always want the nice clothes. One day you're gonna tell me to wear my rags and I'm going to die of shock. Besides, when have you ever known me to dress down for a meet and greet. Well other than that time with Mr Chen Lee, and That time with Miss Xao Lee..>

Milo brings up the floor plans for the Golden Apple Teahouse, and tries to figure out how to get there in Public Transport.

<@sis: Hey! I got a line on something that should help.>
A couple of minutes goes by and Milo's new message list lights up.
< Mail Undeliverable, Refused by Host.>

Milo grumbles, "I did it all for you you ungrateful wench."
After some late breakfast, Milo gets some serious RSS Feed reading going on, a couple of hours of Deeper Dungeons 13! Rise of the Dungeon!, before setting out for the meet and greet.

[Kim]

18 February 2072, ~3:45 AM, Hong Kong

It was already a few months ago that Kojiro found a 415 of the Yellow Lotus Triad taking a chicken to a hotel room. The White Paper Fan thought he was having safe sex when Hope kicked in the door, but he should have thought about guards instead. After the administrator died quietly and the prostitute started screaming, he left the room quickly, a comm richer. The hacker he’d hired said he’d only managed to get a name of a boat from it. Two days later he was in a bar, wondering why his new diving gear wasn’t working. He got to talk about it with the guy next to him, who said he could help. At the end of the night all 8 crewmembers of the yacht were dead and most of the drugs went overboard. Now he was still trying to find a weakness of the 426 of the Red Dragon Association to plant the drugs he had taken. This Red Pole seemed to have a shaman with him all the time, so if there’s no change soon, he’d have to make the decision to fight the mage or find another enforcer. Yuki Kondo was thinking about this while staking out a nightclub, at least that was the name on his passive PAN, when a message came in. Drek, tomorrow was his best chance, but he needed the money since he was really getting used to the luxury the last couple of years.

18 February 2072, 6:50 AM, Eastern Hong Kong

An hour before sunrise he rode his bike back to his place in Eastern Hong Kong. He liked the view from his apartment over the water, especially when the sun was coming up. After setting both his alarms to 4pm, he went to bed; he never knew how long it would take to fall asleep and sometimes one just wasn’t enough.

[Edana]

18 February 2072, 3:52 AM
<@Ting-Ting: I know you do, but it never hurts to remind, especially at this unholy hour. May the dragon smile upon us both.>

18 February 2072, 8:12 AM
Jones greets Dante with a cheerful "You finally ready for your punishment pansy? Not like more sleep is going to make your pathetic ass any better. Oh, and there's a bit of info for you on your 'link."

There's no real information on the Mr. Lee, aside from some snide comments about how Lee is a stupid name and there are far too many people that have it. But he did at least come through with a location and a basic floor plan showing a single floor building with the bulk of the space taken up by a single open area, plus a few interior rooms separated from the rest of the building by doors.

18 February 2072, 9:35 AM
<@Max: Hah. True enough. I think you'll want to be sober for this one though, so the drink'll have to wait.>

18 February 2072, 10:23 AM
Milo quickly looks up the location and quickly notices that it's near the Golden Mile shopping area, so a short bus ride will easily get him close enough to walk the remainder of the distance.

18 February 2072, 5:55 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui
A small unassuming building situated on the harbor and just far enough away from the Golden Mile to avoid the worst of the tourists greets the runners as they approach the coordinates given for the teahouse. It's a bit of an anomaly in this area, as it doesn't appear to be catering to the foreigners that frequent the town, nor are there extensive AR overlays or advertisements. The single floor establishment commands an exceptional view of the harbor though, especially as the sun dips towards the western horizon this close to sunset.

Just inside the doorway you are greeted by an orkish gentleman wearing an impeccably clean and well-tailored suit. "Good evening, do you have a reservation?" While the question is innocent enough and the ork's demeanor is pleasant, the clear undertone is that if you don't have a reservation it would be best for you to move along.

The visible portion of the interior is very tastefully decorated, and the bulk of the western wall appears to be one-way glass overlooking the harbor. The people inside all appear to be engrossed in their own quiet dinner conversations and pay no attention to your arrival.

[Thanee]

18 February 2072, 5:55 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
Ting-Ting | PAN = Passive | SIN = Xiao Ling

Ling has taken her bike to drive the short distance across the bay towards Tsim Sha Tsui. She has left her guns, not seeing the need to carry them to a hopefully peaceful meeting. On the way, she uses her magic to change her face, knowing that there might be complications, if someone reckognizes her from the Lucky Six.

As Ting-Ting approaches the door and is asked for her invitation, she stops and nods to the ork, smiling friendly.

"Yes, in fact I do. Mr. Lee, at six."

[phlapjack77]

18 February 2072, 5:55 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
PAN = Passive | SIN = Liu Zi Ang
DragonFly 1 autosofts: Adaptability, Clearsight, Covert Ops
DragonFly 2 autosofts: Facial Recog, Weapon Watcher, Visual Spotter

Realizing that this area wasn't likely to cause him much trouble, Dante left most of his hardware concealed in the truck. Just his throwing knives, pepper-punch, and the gun hidden in the cyberholster in his arm accompany him as he slowly meandered towards the teahouse. He left his truck parked a block away, paying the local street thug just enough to keep his truck from being messed with.

As he wandered lazily around the area, Dante accessed the subscriptions to his two Dragonflies and had them do aerial reconnaisance, helping give him a 3D overlay of the area. Finally feeling satisfied with his knowledge of the area surrounding the teahouse, Dante gradually made his way to the front entrance, ordering his Dragonflies to stay aloft and alert for anything unusual.

The ork at the door got barely a glance. Ignoring for a moment the request for a reservation, Dante peered into the interior of the teahouse, scanning the customers and the layout. He then grunted out of the side of his mouth, "A reservation for Mr. Lee. Six o'clock."

[Seth]

[18 February 2072, 5:55 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | SIN = Dr Yang

Cupping his hands in the traditional daoist style, Dr Yang bowed. "Heavenly blessings upon us in this coming New Year. I am with the Lee party"

Following the orc to join to the others, Dr Yang has a good look around

[sabs]

[18 February 2072, 5:56 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | Fake SIN(3) = Johnny Cash | Wuxing Corporate Citizen

Fractal walks up to the Golden Apple Teahouse dressed in Neo-Chinese Fashion. He's got ARO Sculpting on his clothes, showing Easter Style Dragons crawling all over his all Black Suit. "Johnny Cash, I have a reservation for six, under the name of Mr Lee." He bows slightly, cupping his hands together in greeting.

[Mickle5125]

[18 February 2072, 5:57 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | Fake SIN(4) = Zhao Shang | no-name street performer

Max meandered into the Golden Apple Teahouse with barely any time to spare, dressed in his still mostly-pressed suit. "Hiya! I'm here to meet the Lee party at 6. Could ya show me where to find them?" He bowed politely, his ffba preventing him from making it quite as fluid as he wanted. He stifles a yawn as he waits, hoping he got everything right.

[Kim]

[18 February 2072, 5:58 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | SIN = Yuki Kondo

Hope left well in time to call for a cab in case his bike would give him some trouble. He arrived way too early, but being very patient he didn’t care much waiting outside. With 2 minutes to spare he crossed the street.

“Lee.”

[Edana]

18 February 2072, 5:58 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
As each of the disparate members indicate their reservation with Mr. Lee, the ork nods and replies, "Ah, very well. If you'll wait but a moment, I'll have someone escort you to your room."

Less than a minute passes before a young woman dressed in a traditional qipao, adorned with an ornate dragon pattern, appears and introduces herself, "Good evening. My name is Mei. If you'll follow me, I'll lead you to the arranged area. Please don't hesitate to ask if there is anything you need." She bows gracefully, and then moves toward the northeast section of the building, turning her head occasionally to make certain everyone is following. Once there, you are led down a short hallway before Mei opens a door on the right into an interior room decorated with various paintings and vases, and a distinct lack of windows. "Please make yourselves comfortable," the hostess continues, indicating seats around a table at the center of the room which appears to be laden with a variety of food and drink, "Mr. Lee will be with you shortly." She once again bows as she closes the door on the way out.

[Thanee]

18 February 2072, 5:59 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
Ting-Ting | PAN = Passive | SIN = Xiao Ling

"Thank you, Mei."

Ting-Ting was about to order something to drink, but looking at the table she sees that there is no need for it.

"Looks like everything is prepared, already. I don't think that anything else is needed right now. Well, apart from Mr. Lee, of course."

She bows slightly and then turns to look for a seat.

[Seth]

[18 February 2072, 5:56 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | SIN = Dr Yang

As a devote daoist Dr Yang knows it better to not curse except when you really meant. Thus when he walks though the wards, and his maintained spells as disrupted, he maintains his calm.

"Pleasure to see you again ... Xaio Ling" Dr Yang just in time reads Ting-Ting's alias from her comm.

Dr Yang studies the table for some food that will not cause gas. Even at the best restaurants the food is often suicidal.

[sabs]

[18 February 2072, 5:59 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | Fake SIN(3) = Johnny Cash | Wuxing Corporate Citizen

Fractal nods to all the various and sundry as he sits at the table and starts pilling food onto his plate, chopsticks moving with ease. "It does look like everything is prepare. I think that's even Chrysanthemum tea. " He flashes a wide grin, "Names Fractal. You guys all here for the Mr Lee shindig."

Fractal is tall, good looking in that Australian way, and dressed in a good quality Chinese Style Business Suit. He chews on a dumpling as he watches the others.

[Mickle5125]

[18 February 2072, 5:59 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | Fake SIN(4) = Zhao Shang | no-name street performer

Max makes his way to the table and sits down, slouching in his chair. His mildly rumpled clothes, along with his mannerisms, give the impression that he's ready to take a nap there in the chair. He yawns. "Yo."

[Edana]

18 February 2072, 6:00 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse Private Room
True to Mei's parting statement, it's only about two minutes later when a younger Chinese man, probably in his late twenties, is escorted in by a massive mound of a troll. Obviously a bodyguard, the troll takes a quick survey of the room before taking up a post in the corner of the room closest to the door.

The younger man is dressed in a conservative, but fashionable, tailored suit. Ting-Ting easily recognizes it as one of the latest in designs amongst the upper mid-level corporate crowd. After allowing his bodyguard a moment to check out the room, he follows in and carefully closes the door behind him. Bowing, he greets those assembled with a large smile, "Welcome. I'm glad you all could make it on such short notice. My associates have assured me that you are all very talented individuals and will be able to accomplish what I require."

"On that note, the task is a relatively simple one, but some of the circumstances around it will require delicacy. It will require infiltrating a reasonably well-guarded location and performing a few simple physical tasks. This will need to be completed before the end of the New Year celebration, but will also need to remain undetected until the 23rd, so the timeline is very tight. Due to these factors, I am prepared to offer each of you the sum of 15,000 nuyen. For obvious reasons, I would prefer to hold off on specific details until you've agreed to the task, but I do have maps and some details on security that will be made available to you upon your acceptance."

"If you have any questions or requests, I will do my best to answer them."

[Mickle5125]

[18 February 2072, 6:01 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Private Room]
PAN = Passive | Fake SIN(4) = Zhao Shang | no-name street performer

Max leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and folding his hands before him. "Those are rather specific expectations. I assume some of the pay will be made available up front?"

[phlapjack77]

18 February 2072, 5:58 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
PAN = Passive | SIN = Liu Zi Ang
DragonFly 1 autosofts: Adaptability, Clearsight, Covert Ops
DragonFly 2 autosofts: Facial Recog, Weapon Watcher, Visual Spotter

Following the hostess to the assigned meeting room, Dante allowed his gaze to swing lazily back and forth, left and right. Taking note of his fellow runners, Dante gave those he knew a polite nod as they seated themselves around the table. At the mention of the name "Fractal", Dante finally put a face to a name. Showing respect, he clinked glasses with Fractal, a slight disappointment surfacing as he realized there would be no alcohol at this meet, only tea.

Putting his cup down, Dante turned to Dr.Yang.

"Yang shifu, a pleasure to see you again! I trust your health is well? It looks like this could be a difficult job...looking at all the people here. I'm relieved that someone of your skill will be here to guide us."

18 February 2072, 6:01 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong

After hearing the pitch offered by Mr. Lee, Dante mulled the words over for a few moments, glancing at the others to gauge their reactions.

"Mr. Lee, I'm sorry to say that I'm not able to accept this job without more specific details. To agree to your proposal, I would require more information, such as what these "simple physical tasks" are. And also, please be more specific with "reasonably well-guarded". Will there be heavy magical security? Heavy matrix security? Animal threats? These all factor in to the cost of the job."

[Thanee]

18 February 2072, 6:01 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
Ting-Ting | PAN = Passive | SIN = Xiao Ling

"Indeed," Ting-Ting says, "as my colleague pointed out, final judgement is only possible once all the details have been made known. You will have to understand, that agreeing to a task you do not know much about, is not very wise. But assuming the payment is reasonable or you are willing to negotiate about it, if we find, that it is not, I would like to hear more about it. There should be enough details to allow us to judge the dangers of your proposal properly, before there can be any agreement."

[Seth]

[18 February 2072, 6:02 PM, Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | SIN = Dr Yang

Well undetected means minimising injury to the guards. Dr Yang nodded. This mission is acceptable: as long as the difficulty was not too high.

"Before we accept your proposal Mr Lee, I would like to know if the level of opposition is that of say a mega corporations black research operation, or nearer to street gang's BTL den. The value you put upon the operation leads me to believe that it is significantly less than the first, and a little more than the second. Would I be correct?"

[sabs]

[18 February 2072, 5:59 PM Golden Apple Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong]
PAN = Passive | Fake SIN(3) = Johnny Cash | Wuxing Corporate Citizen

Fractal listens quietly, enjoying the food before him. "Dante" He acknowledges with a raise of his own tea cup.

Well, plenty of people with questions, lets see what the answers to these questions are before we ask more.

"I must say, this is delicious food."