IC: Striding the Soul's Edge Options

[Fenris]

Tuesday, April 6th, 2064 - 4:00pm

Jake, Diesel, and Iblis - Calls go out from the boat, but only a few come back to Seattle, and nothing seems out of the ordinary. One and a half hours later there's a beep on Iblis's telecom, indicating a file received.

Opening it up, you find the information you asked for. Security schedule is light, with ten men on guard on the upper deck, and 2 more in a control center a few levels down from the bridge. Schedules show another dozen men on the security crew sleeping or off duty, and a twelve hour rotation. They're armed with pistols and assualt rifles, although there's a notation that unless ordered, the guns are loaded with gel rounds to prevent damage to the boat.

Lastly, there's a brief paragraph that goes into far more details on the coolant system of a cargo frieghter then you were ever interested in, but it looks like things are set up to provide your distraction when necessary.

Moe - Schnell pauses as they reach the end of the tour, casting an appraising eye over you.

"So, am I up to code? Vinny mentioned you might be worried."

[WinterRat1]

Nameless looks up from where he's been working on and modifying the disguises. "How's it going Jake? Did we get the info we've been looking for?"

[BishopMcQ]

"Nameless, it looks like we're set. We have our distraction and the info on the security team. Have everyone look it over, I'm going to try and get Moe on the phone and find out how the boat looks."

Jake feels the cold tingle down his spine as he walks through the ward into the sideyard. Resting the earbud in place, he places the call to Moe to get a status report.

[Blitz]

:: Moe's phone jingles with an electro-techno beat and she smiles wide as her hand slips into her pocket. Lifting one finger to her host, by way of indicating she needs a moment, she triggers the phone and places it against her ear. ::

"Ho, boss-man. Jus' gettin' the skinny on da boat. Looking good...should do the trick."

:: Knowing her voice will carry to his ears, she gives Schnell a wink as she waits for Jake's response. ::

[BishopMcQ]

"Sounds good, is he on-board with our timeline?"

[Blitz]

:: Moe is curiously silent as she racks her brain for what the timeline actually is. ::

"Uhhh...an' dat woul' beee......"

[BishopMcQ]

"Okay hon, I think the partying is getting to you, we need to be about three hundred miles out to sea before the sun rises on the ninth. That gives him under fourty-eight hours to get ready."

[Blitz]

"Righ'..I knew dat, jus'.....testin you. Anyway, hang tigh' a moment."

:: Pressing the phone to her breast, she makes eye contact with Schnell. ::

"Hey luv, you t'ink you coul' 'ave us t'ree 'undred miles out before sunrise on da ninth?"

[Fenris]

Schnell takes a moment, obviously doing some calculations.

"You'll have to be ready by 9pm on the 8th. Are you guys just looking for a lift out, or are you going to want a ride back? And are you looking for fire support or just a taxi?

It's going to affect my fee, of course." he says as with a wink.

[Blitz]

:: Moe smiles before turning away and pressing the phone to her ear once more. ::

" 'e can do it, if we're rea'y by 9pm da night b'fore. Also, 'e wants ta know if we's wanting a two way trip or one way...also, do we wan' 'im as fire suppor'?"

[WinterRat1]

Nameless nods. Putting the finishing touches on the uniforms, he prints out the relevant data and begins distributing it to the other members of the team. He then sits down and begins committing it all to memory.

[BishopMcQ]

"Moe, are you going to be able to handle the vessel once we have taken control to get us to a safe harbor? If so, then we only need a one-way ticket. And I think we have enough fire support already, anything that Diesel can't kill is probably beyond what any of us could possibly expect."

[Blitz]

"I've neva driven a boat b'fore...it's best ta assume we'll need 'im for dat as well."

[BishopMcQ]

"Find out what his rate will be, for a days' work."

[Blitz]

:: Moe cups the phone with her hand as she moves over to Schnell. ::

"Ok...We'll be hijackin' another vessell and I'm guessin' tha' drivin a boat is no' exactly tha same as a drivin' van, so we migh' need ya ta pilot da target back to a secure spo' fer us. How much ya t'ink tha'll run us?"

[Fenris]

"5k for the run, and driving their boat back will be another 2. It'll cost you another 2 if I'm fighting."

He tosses the numbers out casually, inspecting something near the above deck navigation station.

[Blitz]

:: Back to the phone, Moe relays the info. ::

"7 large...'e says anotha two to figh', but wif Big D, I don't t'ink tha'll be necessary."

[BishopMcQ]

"Offer him 5k inclusive, plus a 2k bonus if he can get us aboard the target without being noticed. And you're right, we won't need him for the fight."

[Blitz]

:: Moe sighs. ::

"Look boss...dis is a tad unprofessional, back an' forth like dis..you jus' wanna talk to 'im direct?"

[BishopMcQ]

"Poiché vuoi bella."

Jake rolls his head on his shoulders once clockwise. This was taking longer than he expected, hopefully direct communication with the boat-rigger would be faster. Hearing the change of hands for the phone, he refocuses his attention to the conversation.

"Schnell, the name's Jake. I'm Li'l Moe's employer for this one. You've got the details of what we need. I can toss five your way for taxi service, and piloting the target back to a safe harbor. There's an extra two, if you are able to get us side by side without them knowing that we are crashing the party."

[Fenris]

Schnell gives Moe a wry grin at the abrupt shift, and slides his tongue across his upper teeth contemplatively.


"Pop the bonus to three and you gotta deal. I'll slide you guys in there quieter then a man sneaking home from his mistresses' slipping into bed at home."

[WinterRat1]

Stretching a little bit, Nameless gets up, goes to the soykaf machine, and makes himself cup of kaf. Returning to the main room, he points to the cup and then quizzically to the other members, inquiring if they want one as well.

After grabbing some extra cups of kaf for those who do, he goes back to work memorizing the layouts of the ship.

[BishopMcQ]

Jake comes back into the house, the smell of soykaf beckoning him. It's never as good as the real stuff, but it's here now... He pours himself a cup in the same green mug as before.

"Deal made. Go over any other details with Moe and I will see you tomorrow night at nine o'clock. Have a good day."

Hanging up the phone, the strigone heads into the living room and sits down across from Nameless. He picks up the papers with the ship layout and resumes the process of memorizing them.

"We've got a ship, leaves tomorrow night nine o'clock. We need to be ready around eight."

[WinterRat1]

Nameless looks over at Jake. "Disguises are ready to go. Don't know how good they are, best I could do on the info I got. Should be decent enough to pass a casual inspection at least though."

Leaning back in the chair, Nameless works out a crick in his neck. "So what do we gotta do between now and then? You got a more specific briefing for us, or are we pretty much just set?"

[BishopMcQ]

"For the most part, I think we're set. Steel needs to pick up the stuff from Vinnie--neurostun et al, but otherwise I think we're set. I want to have a meeting tomorrow around ten to cover our bases one last time. I think bagels would pair nicely with a strategy session."