IC: Down in the Puyallups VI, Someone fracking attacked the Mall Office! Options

[phlapjack77]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky

"What next?"

"Maybe you can tell us. You say some of you are in. Well, we followed a trail, and it led us here. Trail seems to go cold if you're not who we're looking for. Any ideas where to pick the trail back up?"

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex

Hips' scowl deepens, but her attention is drawn back to Hilt who chokes a half smirk. "Obviously you followed the wrong trail." The mage shakes his head slowly for a moment, before continuing, "Now that we know there was a helo that seems like a good place to start."

Hips wags a finger, "And didn't you say something about the wife & daughter disappearing?"

Wilt moves to stand. "Have you assensed the area yet?"

Torch replies, "Scrubbed clean."

[phlapjack77]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky

Good point. Unless we have any other ideas, trying to follow the trail of Simpson seems like a dead end. Maybe we can pick something up by trying to track down what happened to his wife and daughter. I'm thinking we can go to question the driver who was assaulted and replaced, maybe see if he can be any help.

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:28, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex

Hips nods, then shakes her head, talking to Lucky, "That'll mean a trip to New York. We could split up?"

Wilt injects, "I'm not ready to head halfway across the country yet."

<<@Team [Papa] More information, this time from Mayday Field. They thought that they were getting raided when the chopper flew past pretty fast. Despite the spirit concealing it, one of the astral spotters at Mayday caught wind of the chopper. They figure it was headed south. Either into the Salishe or perhaps the Tir.>>

Wilt adds, "I think we need to determine what happened to the helo."

Torch smiles.
<<@Team [Torch] If Mayday has a bearing on where it was using the concealment power, perhaps I can pick up an astral signature... if we hurry.>>

[Aria]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:28, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex

Finally, seemed like there might be a lead...at least hopefully a lead, that Torch could follow...for now Mouse would just have to settle for watching their backs and keeping her knives sharp...at least she could do a brief matrix search on where the hell Mayday Field was...

<<@Team [Mouse] Let's go then! >>

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

It didn't take the combined teams long to decide the only way they were both coming out of this with reputations in check was to work together. Part of that working together would require that they head out to Mayday Fields; for some of the team, that meant figuring out where Mayday Fields is. The answer to the question will eventually be revealed as in Hell's Kitchens, deep in the Puyallup Barrens.

Torch offers up, "I got a buddy, a pilot buddy, who can help us out." She raises a finger, gesturing for a moment. When she finishes what is surely making a call, she continues, "...and as luck would have it, he's not only around but also at the fields right now. For a fee, he cold pick us up -or at least some of us." After a few minutes of negotiation a deal is struck where Torch's contact, Dutch, agrees to ferry team members from deeper in the Barrens to Mayday Fields for 75 (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nuyen.gif) each.

That settled, the group settles in like old chums and heads for a point deeper into the Barrens for a safe pick up. Torch, Aeryn, Mouse, Papa, Zion & Lucky join with Hips, Wilt, Crush & Smack. The osprey that Dutch flies in has plenty of space for the double crew. It takes more time to take off and land than to fly across the lava hell wasteland of Hell's Kitchens.

Torch and Wilt both take an out of body experience, returning quickly. Torch provides the report, "We found the trail. The spirit was obviously freaking huge. The trail goes south. Looks like we need to hire a pilot for a bit of a longer flight."

[Saytr]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion

Zion looks around the osprey and laughs reminding him of his days when he used to jump out of these things for fun as well as play. as in response to torches comment " how about we contact our betters I am sure they have a VTOL or like vehicle that can get us all the way we need to go? or if you guys know someone who has the connections to get us that far south we can use them?"

[Thanee]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore

When the teams joined together, Aeryn made sure to show a friendly smile and open gestures as she introduces herself to the other runners.

She nods to Torch appreciatively, when she mentions the pilot buddy of hers, and moments later they are in the air already.

When the astral scouts come back, and Zion speaks about the VTOL or such, she wonders... "Aren't we in one right now?"

[Saytr]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion

Zion looks around inside the small osprey and smiles briefly. while it was big enough for their crew it wasn't very maneuverable and from what he could tell they would be a heavy load and that meant not a single maneuverable option if they were attacked in route to their destination. Zion simply says "no. but this would suit us for what we need how ever I don't think the pilot and Torch had already worked out a agreement. If the pilot wants to take us further that depends on what torch can work out for us as its her pilot. I just thought the corp contact we had would be able to get us a quicker means of transportation and wouldn't be coming out of our own pockets."

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:59, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

<<@Team [Papa] Well, Joe set us up a grand a piece up front. SK fronted another 20k in expenses. That puts 26k in our expense account, currently untapped. I'm thinking neither are gonna front more yet. Surely we can hire a damn good pilot for a piece of that? Perhaps even our current pilot as Aeryn suggests?>>

<<@Team [Torch] I can run it by him. How much are we offering and what exactly are we hiring him to do?>>

Wilt, not privy to the team conversation over coms replies to the verbal conversation. "I know several smugglers. I can ask around if any are here and what they would cost... if they would take a pursuit job. My team is pretty much running on fumes as far as funds go though..."

[Saytr]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:59, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion

Zion looks at torch and than to papa and than to Wilt, sending her a invite to the teamnet along with her teams. looking back at torch "if we have to front the Nuyen than were asking bottom dollar, we will have to expect to get back on just what we have. Wilt I understand you guys are running on fumes we can handle the trip we asked you to come so only fare we front the ride there and back. if you can arrange a cheaper travel arrangement than the current flight we are on by all means set it up?" after saying so Zion re adjusts himself in the close quarters of the small cabin of the osprey and wishes they were on something a little larger so he could get some decent rack time being what it was he knew they wouldn't get much sleep once the action started so he started to catch up on the zzz's while he could. <@papa[zion]"lets invite Wilt and them into the teamnet however if possible have a protocol to def/mute them if we need to in case something comes up where we just need to talk amongst ourselves. hope that isn't asking to much?">

[Aria]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:59, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

Mouse stifled a yawn as the adrenalin began to wash away and prayed that these real shadowrunners didn't spot her for a nuub, or worse still a fraud...

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:??, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

Torch steps over to talk to the pilot, Dutch. After a moment of quiet conversation, the duo step over with the rest of the assembled teams; his face is hardened from earlier. "Torch says you all are looking for a team that pulled an extraction tonight. Given that they are running hot with spirits, the heat just went way up on this taxi ride. In addition to the 750 to ferry you all here, to the Fields, it'll cost 4k for me to chase these guys into the Salish. Double -plus repairs, if we take fire. If this leads to the Tir, gonna cost another 10 for me to jump the border. If at any time I get heat from a patrol, I bug out. If I drop your team, the return trip is a completely different negotiation." He pauses, but adds a few more thoughts. "Its 'cause of Torch that I'm even considering this. Smuggling is about staying under the radar... this is going looking for some trouble."

[Saytr]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:??, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion

Zion looks at the creds start to trickle out already 10 maybe double and he would bug out act the first sign of trouble didn't sound like the kind of guy we needed. Zion looks towards his com <@Zeek[Zion]"hoi chummer hey listen we need a air ride tonight for a pursuit from some frag we are after think you could hook us up with a ride with someone who wont ditch us at first sign of trouble for less than 6k? we are headed to the fields here in seattle now and heading to the salishe and maybe the tir if things get that far. we will need a ride in and out. fast."> "I put a feeler out to our old friend Zeek, if he doesn't shoot us back with a better estimate we will need to make other arrangements this guys going to cost to much." Zion looks around the cabin "nothing against making money chummer but we will need a dedicated ride out if things go south."

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:00, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

<<@Zion [Zeek] In the Fields? What luck for you. So am I. Pursuit though? Chummer, that doesn't sound too low profile to me. Salishe... maybe the Tir. In then out. Let me put it to you. What are you offering?>>

Dutch nods. "Null sheen. We each gotta look out for ourselves."

[Saytr]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:00, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion

Zion looks to the others. using someone at least some of the team knows and not a off hand from a pick me up runner they barely knew felt better than someone Zion didn't know who was obviously not willing to stick around if things got hairy. besides Zeek was also a member of the Tir border patrol
forces several years back. These days he specializes as a coyote, smuggling people between the Tir and Seattle. He is known to carry other cargo as well, but likes to keep a low profile and avoids the politics as much as possible. so throwing him a number a little lower than the one dutch gave him was a bit better
feeling. <@zeek [CC] Papa Smurf[zion]" hoi chummer good to hear from ya and hear you are in the area. its not as subtle as you would like however its a big score if we can catch these vagrants we are after. speaking of which don't suppose you are smuggling any folks out of town tonight besides us, we have been looking for a
group of folks that have some serious heat coming their way and in the worst kind of way. they hit the mall tonight and riled up a bad drek. we are hired to get after them. I need a steady ride and one that know the borders if ya know what I mean. the trip might get dicey if push comes to shove but we will cover
what we can expense wise. we aren't working with a lot of nuyen but how about 8k if things get dicey and we take heat double that but we are looking to go as far a the Tir if need be to get these folks we would like to get to them before hand but time is of the essence."> "im negotiating another ride for us to get us from fields, he knows the tir border like no other
and has experience with getting into a fray. no offense dutch but this guy I know."

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:00, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

Silence being consent, Zion appears to have the support of his team mates.
<<@Zion [Zeek] Hit the Mall? Holy crap. I imagine a number of people want their identities. 8k in and out, double for a threat clause, repairs if the worst occurs? I'm in. Come over & load up. Firing it up now. Also, not aware of any traffic, but I gotta tell you, local boys wouldn't risk pissing off every tier one vendor in the Mall. My gut tells me we're headed for the tier; shit just got real.>>

A GPS ARO pops up. Zeek's banshee is halfway across the fields. Tracking the ARO telemetry visually, Zion can see the bird. He can make out someone pulling camouflage netting down from over it.

[Saytr]

Zion slots the nuyen to Dutch for the ride. pointing to the banshee that Zeek he takes it is uncovering sends the location for all team members, "alrighty pub stompers this is our stop and our new chariot awaits." grabbing his gear and making his way towards Zeeks location zion looks around for prying eyes and on lookers taking to much interest. <@Team[Zion]" banshee on your HUD location is our new ride guys name is Zeek he will be taking us from here on out.">

<@Zeek[Zion]"we are unloading now and heading your way.">

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:03, Zeek's Banshee, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

In minutes the team has mas their way across the fields to Zeek's banshee. The aircraft is looks like its been to war... and lost. A pair of human girls, late teens in well worn fatigues are stowing the camouflage netting in the banshee. Zeek, is an elf with sandy blonde hair and three days worth of stubble on his face. He approaches Zion with a firm, friendly handshake. "Glad to see you made it out of that troll bar." He then looks around to the rest of the crew and gestures to the girls, "Bonnie and Barbie meet the team. Team, Bonnie and Barbie." Looking back to the team, "Ok. Load up and strap in. We're airborne in three minutes."

Without a further word, he disappears into the craft and the girls begin herding the team in. Looking like everyone's going for a ride.

[Saytr]

Zion holds the hand shake firmly pulling Zeek in close. " this aircraft aint going to drop out of the sky mid flight. Looks like something I shot up in one of my patrols way back." Zion does a quick once over looking at the structure of the craft looking to see if he sees any leaking fluids to worry about.

[Thanee]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:03, Zeek's Banshee, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens

Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore

Aeryn offered her thanks and best wishes to Dutch, when they left to take flight in the Thunderbird.

She looks to the trio of crewmembers that welcomes them, nodding her head in greeting.

"Hey! I'm Aeryn. Nice ride!"

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest

Zeek's banshee rubles to life with a sputter and an obvious misfire, before leveling out to a simple lope from a miss on one cylinder. Aeryn, smuggler and driver, winces at the state of disrepair in the craft's engines.

After everyone loads up and straps in, the craft lurches into the air, the inhabitants wondering if the choice in pilots was the correct one. Zion even wonders if they have stepped into a craft piloted by someone other than his acquaintance.

The Banshee levels out, gliding forward across the plains of Hell Kitchen's. A faint smell of sulfur penetrates the cabin, despite the the air filtration. As Aeryn is idly wondering what Mike, her mechanic would be able to do for the ailing Banshee, she realizes that the engines have smoothed out as has the flight. Not a little, but completely.

Towards the front, Torch & Wilt can be heard talking:
Torch: "You jump out and follow the trail; you seem to be better at recognizing it. I'll go to the cabin and direct the pilot."
Wilt: "Sounds like a plan."

Wilt, the other team's mage and leader, relaxes against the crash harness. Torch unbuckles hers and moves forward towards the cabin.

Several minutes pass. The team knows they are somewhere out over the Salishe. The trip is smooth as butter, a sharp contrast to their impressions during take off. The matrix is non-existent, but the Banshee has a node with open subscription. Subscribing to the node gives the team the ability to view an AR, or enter a VR, representation of the cockpit. External camera views, GPS mapping and interface with Zeek are all available.

<<@Subscribed Team [Zeek] We are hauling balls southwest. If they don't slow up soon, we're headed for the Tir.>>

[Saytr]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest
Zion subscribed to Banshee node.

Zion subscribes to the node and take a look through the cameras to get a view of what they other might have been talking about or seen. imagining they saw something on the astral side of things he wishes he had some magical binoculars so he could at least see the trail they would be following.

<@team and subscribes node members" 10-4 Zeek. ETA to intercept? i assume torch and wilt are following their trail any idea of what they are using spirit or craft wise. If hey aren't too far away the minute we are within range of their craft we need our matrix support members to try to crash their systems or override them to land the aircraft immediately and disable any weapon systems they will more than likely have.">

[Redjack]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest

<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Intercept? We've got a trail, but no target yet. How big a head start they got on you?>>

<<@Subscribers [Lucky] It's been damn near two hours since the strike: 00:14:16.>>

<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Whew! They could be in CalFree by now- Assuming the Tir Border didn't light them up. Ok, I'm gonna call ahead to my Tir border contact... in case we do have to cross over.>>

[Aria]

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest

Shit, and I didn't bring my passport is Mouse's rather weak (unvocalised) response to the hair raising ride... guess I'm a real runner now...