tisoz's World, the IC thread Options

[Chupacabras]

Cass has drifted a small distance from the rest of the group, leaning with her back against the wall, and silently watching the proceedings. Even though she must look like the odd girl out--nothing about Cass suggests a shadowrunner, and she's obviously not armed unless she's found a very creative way to hide her weapons--she doesn't look the least bit uncomfortable. She just stands there cooly looking from one face to the next, ankles crossed, thumbs still hooked into her waistband.

Standing against that wall Cass is statue still. She doesn't so much as twitch, hardly even seems to breathe. She simply waits.

[Yum Donuts]

Already Beast has begun sizing up his compatriats, seeing who he'll want and who would be best fit for some job far away from him. Watching armaments, obvious cyber, and fluidity of motion to see who's wired (ooc I kinda rolled my own perception test and got high, but this is all info from what they've said anyways)
Cass:
Her I like. silent and confident, no twitches, she'd be a good mage. I'd rather have her than the blabbermouth, but it'll come down to their spell selection.

Apoc:
Rigger, that much was obvious. Riggers are second to mages in terms of required intelligence, the more tools at your disposal, the faster and more flexible you need to be. besides, we need to get around somehow.

Pierce and Blender:
These guys he hasn't quite read yet, but he continues to try and size them up. a decker would be brilliat, if it could be arranged. but nothing was certain yet.

Snow:
Here's a lovely little complication. First question is whether the bodyguard is coming on the run. if so, that almost implies we're not trusted (not that surprising), but bodyguards are combat detail, not infiltrators. what do we do if the boss' boy is the one getting in the way?
Even more interresting is that some benefactor sent this bodyguard for the johnson, that doesn't fit well with the novice image... he'll have to see how this pans out.


Beast sits calm and still waiting for the meeting to officially begin. he wants to hear the information, and hear who he's dealing with before he makes any full judgements.

[tisoz]

Mr. Johnson
"I am not the expert on what it will take to pull this off. I'm hoping you are. If one person can complete the job, I'll be as happy as if ten people are needed to pull it off. But it will still be the flat fee.

Since everyone seems interested, I'll trust to your discretion if you opt out as more information is provided."

For the first time, the young man/Mr. Johnson seems almost relaxed as he smiles and says, "The job requires no heavy lifting. There will be two boxes approximately 10cm by 20cm by 50cm and should weigh only 3 or 4 kg each. This is the primary objective. If things are going well, there is also about 6 boxes that are about 10cm a side and weigh only about a kg each.

The primary objective is inside a cage about 3 meters by 10 meters by 3 meters high within the warehouse. It is maglocked, requiring a passcode, and I believe magically protected. It is also under video surveillance. The warehouse itself is of standard metal construction. It is windowless and three sides have only alarmed emergency exit doors, while the fourth side has 10 dock doors and an entrance door.

The warehouse receives incoming shipments from 4pm until 10 pm, and trucks loaded with outbound shipments leave between 8am and 3pm. Warehouse personnel work overnight processing the incoming shipments, storing them, then assembling the outgoing shipments. They work in 3 shifts from 8am-4pm, 4pm-midnight and midnight -8am.

The evening shift is when the most unfamiliar faces are present, because shipments come in from several origins and they all have their own pool of drivers. Everyone will know about everyone on the night shift as it is only warehouse employees, about 10-12 workers any given night. The day shift with the outbound loads is intermediate in the familiarity department, because the drivers are pretty much the same ones covering the same routes.

The warehouse is in Tacoma, near the docks and the railyard. It is surrounded by cyclone wire topped with concertina wire. There is a guardhouse at the only entrance with four guards on duty. Another guard is usually patrolling the grounds. One guard is usually jacked in monitoring the cameras, one guard takes care of incoming or outbound trucks paperwork while the other physically inspects the truck. The last guard fills in as needed: if there are a lot of trucks, he'll help out there. If there is a lot of activity in the warehouse, he might monitor cameras or physically go to the warehouse to check. Overnight, when there are no trucks coming and going, they patrol the grounds with dogs.

As far as I know, there are no on site mages or paranimals. There is likely to be drones though. There is a rail that runs around the top of the building and disappears into about a cubic meter enclosure. The enclosures sit in the four corners like dog houses. There is the same type of rail running around the exterior of the building.

The employees park outside the enclosure and walk through the security building slotting their ID cards to get through a turnstile. The warehouse is an electronics distribution center. They get shipments from the manufacturers and ship to retailers.

I don't know if I left out anything important or not. I do know the passcode for the cage that was good as of last Friday."

[Yum Donuts]

Beast makes some mental notes, marking off some distances and such. When the man finishes, Beast begins

"A few questions, if you don't mind...
You mention a high amount of traffic coming in and out, yet you say no specific time frame for this job to be accomplished in. That would imply that the parcels we are after are not leaving any time soon. Assuming we got in and out flawlessly, how long would you estimate it would take for the warehouse to notice this to be missing?

Also, is this warehouse directly affiliated with any special corp, and what company does their security?

If you know the code as of last friday, do you know how often they change this code?" intentionally not asking how he knows the code

"All together, the job sounds wholely feasible. Perhaps now that we've measured up the opposition, now would be the time to evaluate our resources.
People call me Beast, but I excel at athletics and entry into normally inaccessible locations for either surveylance or stealing. I am quite a competant combatant, though I prefer not to use it if avoidable. For what it's worth, I am also very effective as a tactician."

[TinkerGnome]

Apoc listens intently to the Johnson's description of the run, nodding slightly at intervals. After Beast asks his questions, he also speaks up, "You said one of the guards is jacked in to watch the cameras... are they CCSS or just matrix controlled?"

Apoc nods in acknowledgement of Beast's introduction. "I'm called Apoc an' I do riggin'. Mostly drones and wheelies, but I can pull a rotor pretty damn well if I need to."

[tisoz]

[Yum Donuts]

Beast
"Hmm... you seemvery well informed here. That's not a bad thing by any means. but it does mean I have a few more questions for you. Where do these shipments come in from? I could use locations of a couple of their more regular deliveries, prefferably any outside seattle, but any that have to run through low level slums would work too. I'm interrested in the possibility of hijacking a truck and driving it in as a means of gaining entrance to the compound, or whatever else I can think of.

Also, you say they keep a certain number in stock. does that mean that there's turnover? are some leaving and others coming in? if so, it might be better to steal them as they're coming in or as they're going out. Heck, with a good decker, we can just change their manifest logs to have them ship them out on a truck, then steal that truck. Decker could then go back in and change the logs back so they would appear never to have been on that truck.

I notice you haven't told us what the items are, and I won't ask, that's your perogative, but are they rare/valuable enough that if an entire truck (or the entire warehouse) went missing that these would be the suspected reason? Not necessarily saying that's the plan, but it's good to know what we're dealing with here.

For a heist like this, there's 2 ways to do it. one involves going in guns blazing and taking it. the other one (which both you and I would rather do) takes alot of information and planning."

[Eyeless Blond]

As the conversation began to drag onwards, Pierce popped out of what he called his "planning trance." That was the part of shadowrunning he loved best: the planning, the potentials, the infinite possibilities whirling around leading to a strategy. He was already surreptitously sizing up his team, looking for strengths to utilize, weaknesses to work around. In a way, it was even more exciting than the execution.

But at this point, it seemed clear to him that the conversation stopped being about the run three questions ago, and was now entering a session of "Interrogate the Johnson." Most Johnsons were professional enough or experienced enough that they could steer away from this drek. This one, though, looked like a novice, and might get nervous if pushed too hard. Nervous Johnsons make mistakes, and mistakes in this business were deadly. Besides, any information gotten now would be unreliable at best, working from the Johnson's memory rather than from actual information. That was why meets were important; it gave the Johnson time to collect reliable data rather than what amounts to hearsay.

So, it was time to speak up. "Gentlemen, ladies," Pierce said in his 'negotiating' voice, "we seem to getting off-tangent here. I'm sure all of our specific questions about the job will certainly be included in the information that Mr. Johnson will no doubt be providing us, along with locations and specifics on the Packages. And," he added with a grin, "of course, our pay. As for introductions, that I believe also can be saved for later. We certainly don't need to waste Mr. Johnson's time with such trivialities." Nor do I particularly want this loose-lipped kid knowing anything more about me than necessary, he thoughe privately.

"So, back to the offer. I think we can all agree that Mr. Johnson's offer is certainly adequate for the job"--at least, we can now that two people have already as much as drekking said it was!--"but I'm concerned that we may need additional resources to pull this off successfully. Knight Errant is hardly a slouch in security--quite simply, they are state-of-the-art. Pulling the shade over their eyes for very long is going to require some special equipment--I'd say an extra 5000 up front, and an extra 75,000 on delivery. We could do it for less, I suppose, but I wouldn't be as confident about not being found out."

[tisoz]

Mr. Johnson was glad the dwarf had spoken up and curtailed the questions he wasn't sure about. Then came the part he knew would come, trying to squeeze him for more money.

"There's always some security, the more valuable the merchandise - the better that security is going to be. I think I made a fair offer and gave you an ample deadline. I will not go higher than :nuyen: 20000 up front, but I'll raise the poyoff on delivery to :nuyen: 210,000 and see if there is interest in a bonus for early completion.

"If that's not satisfactory, maybe I can find a decker able to pull it off as he," the young man nods toward Beast, "suggested and stay within my budget. Who is interested?"

[Eyeless Blond]

Pierce nodded. He hadn't really expected to get much more out of this Johnson, with so many people acting as if the one quoted was fair. Some forms had to be followed, though, even if only for the sake of tradition.

Besides, it really was a decent offer. "20K now, 210K on completion," he repeated. "Scans good to me. How 'bout the rest of you?"

[Chupacabras]

Cass finally steps forward and opens her mouth to speak. "I'm game." She says simply. Her posture is relaxed and unassuming. She tugs at a little beaded bracelet, rolling it over her wrist.

She glances over at Pierce, who seems to have taken charge of things, and her eyes stay on him as she thinks things over. 'Don't know these guys...don't know anyone can vouch for 'em...and there's something iffy about the J.' Cass's gaze drifts from Pierce to Beast. 'He looks like he knows how to handle a fight if things go sour...' But in the end all the rationalization doesn't mean squat. The nuyen does.

"Yeah. I'm game." Cass repeats.

[TinkerGnome]

Apoc nods. "I think I'm in as well. Handling this quietly is going to be a challenge... but it might just be doable." He scratches his datajack absently, his fingers sliding along the cold metal surface. "How, is the real question, but I'm sure Mr. J doesn't want to be in on all of that talk. Better if he can deny and all, I'm sure."

[Yum Donuts]

"I thought I had already mentioned that I am in. Oh well at any rate, perhaps I was getting too ahead of myself in front of Mr. J. My only remaining question is how do we identify the parcels we need? you've listed a couple of small boxes. will those be the only things in that cage, or is there some kind of shipping number or other identifying mark on them?"

He hated to be pushy about it, it was always a fine line runners had to tread. they can't ask for too much info about the object, but if the info's too vague, they might heist the wrong thing.

[tisoz]

Mr. Johnson

"If someone has a better place for me to lay out the information, we can go there. If not, this room in Matchsticks is about as secure, private, and available as I know of.

"I guess everyone is in?"

At this exact moment the dwarf with the feathers in his hair gets paged. He looks at the display a moment and apologizes for having to leave, but something important that requires his attention has come up. He promises to keep your confidence and makes his way out of the room.

"I guessed wrong. What about you," he turns to his bodyguard for the night. "I realize a friend sent you to look out for me. Does it sound like something you're interested in?"

[Panzergeist]

"I'm in," Blender nodded.

[Beast of Revolut...]

"Sure I'm in," Renegade said. "Now let's discuss specifics. I think here and now is fine."

[tisoz]

Mr. Johnson

Does everyone agree? If not what's a better plan?

[TinkerGnome]

Apoc nods his assent, having already opted in to the run.

[Chupacabras]

Cass

Not feeling the pressing need to say anything more at the moment, Cass goes back to being quiet. She pads over to take a seat in one of the big plush conference room chairs, and sinks right into it. Small as she is that chair seems to swallow her up and makes Cass look like a kid...

...But if she's out of her league, Cass doesn't seem to notice, or care much, herself. Propped up with her elbows on the armrests and her legs leisurely stretched out, she steeples her fingers and listens in silence--waiting for the J to elaborate. The only sound to come from Cass is a sudden and abrupt *POP* from a big bubble of chewing gum.

[tisoz]

Mr. Johnson

"The principle targets' boxes are imprinted with FLX1263K5K6003. The secondary targets item numbers are here," he says as he withdraws, unfolds, and points to the bottom set of numbers on a printed sheet.

At the top of the sheet is a string of numbers that fits the pattern of a phone number. Beneath that is a single line with 4 digits. The primary target number occupies the next line then the cset of numbers he is pointing to.

"The number at the top is a pager number you can contact me at to arrange the delivery. The next line is the code for the maglock on the cage. Then the target codes.

The name on the warehouse is EDT, Inc.," he says and states an address in Tacoma. "It's located inland, across from the docks but before the railway system. It can't be more than a mile or so from I5 at exit 134.

When I said I knew something of the security, I didn't mean to say I knew it inside and out. In fact, I think I've already told you all I know about it. If you have a question, I may know something I didn't realize was important, but I think I told you all that I can help."

The kid looks like he's trying to remember anything he left out.

"Here's a certified credstick with :nuyen: 20,000 on it. If you'll excuse me, I'll see if Matchsticks can help me get the rest of what I owe you.

"If you don't mind," he indicates Snow with a glance, "I'll pay you when the meet is over."

[Panzergeist]

"I don't suppose you know what time the security guards change shifts?"

[tisoz]

Mr. Johnson says, "I've heard it changes an hour before the regular shift change, but that should probably be verified."

[Eyeless Blond]

Pierce, realizing that he had forgotten to unplug his pobket secretary, takes advantage of his oversight by noting down the address, the information on Mr Johnson's paper, and a few of the details. Huh. I should keep this thing plugged in more often, he thought to himself, though it probably makes me look like a freak. He couldn't think of anything particularly relevant to add, though, so he kept silent, inviting the others to ask questions.

[TinkerGnome]

Apoc listens intently to what's being said, but doesn't comment. When it looks like no one has any further questions and he can't think of any himself, he looks around at the group. "Maybe we should get somewhere more secure than this for the real planning." He nods to Mr. Johnson. "I've got a place if no one's got a better idea."

[Yum Donuts]

"Fine by me. Just curious, does anyone have a large car? if not, that's ok, I can hoof it."