IC: Trails of Reflection Options

[Fenris]

Yamazika smiles.

"By removed I'm speaking of non-human assets, at this time. And as for the level of discretion used, our preference is to use you for multiple missions, so whatever scrutiny you draw may hinder you in the future, but we have no concerns about property damage or incidental casualties."

[tisoz]

The little voice in the back of Token's head was telling him to walk. Token had learned to trust the little voice; every time he ignored the voice, he regretted it. A special forces friend had told him many times it was your subconscious warning you. Your minds way of alerting you that it had picked up clues, heard, saw, smelled things your conscious mind had overlooked or not yet had time to process.

He had said removal of assets, after referring to people as assets, from a racist community with good security for 10,000 nuyen, which might be a generous offer or might be a silly offer. Coupled with Tommy's warning of not expecting more when the situation became clearer, no wonder the voice was saying NO!

Then Yamazika started talking , answering questions. It wasn't wetwork. Let's see what else there is to learn before making a decision to walk away, maybe he could quiet the voice.

"How do we know 10,000 is a nice price without more information about what we will encounter? You could as easily have said 1000 or 100,000 a piece. I don't know you and you obviously don't trust us, but from my legwork, you aren't going to pay more if we later find out the job should have paid more. I haven't heard anything about plus expenses or medical bills, so I'm guessing that has to be paid from whatever we agree on."

[paul_HArkonen]

Irving looks slightly puzzled "what kind of assets are we referring to, this isn't wetwork as you said, so what exactly are we removing, and what kind of security is likely to be in place?"

[TinkerGnome]

Raton relaxed a little as the "removal" was differentiated from wetwork. He heard Irving's question, as well, but figured it wasn't going to get answered at this point.

[Fenris]

Yamazika arches a brow.

"I'm not sure how you've operated in the past, but the terms of the offer seem very clear to me. I'm offering this much for this job. I've explained a basic outline of criteria for successful completion. I will not risk jeopardizing other potential teams I may recruit should you turn down this job by giving out more specific information. I feel that I have been more then forthcoming. If you feel you should be paid more for the job, by all means, feel free to present your position and I will be more then happy to discuss the possibility."

[Edit]He pauses for a moment, reconsidering Token's questioning, and turns, slotting a chip into the location in the table and motioning towards the screen unfurling behind him.

"You have a point. Additional information will at least allow you to make an informed decision, and I've taken the time to do my legwork as well, and know you are at least professional criminals.

The location is a manor house in Snohomish." The screen displays a wide arieal view of a huge house, probably at least 20 rooms. The house is surrounded by a thick looking wall, and there are gates at the front and rear of the properties, with small guard houses near them.

"The walls surrounding the house are 2 meter thick plascrete, with a reinforced steel core. There are ram barriers at both gates that can be deployed with less then .75 seconds of delay. The guard houses are armored, and will stop most small arms fire without damage. There are two guards on duty at all times. There are 6 roaming guards covering the perimeter of the grounds at all times, and they travel with various paranormal trained critters. The house itself sports another two dozen guards, with 12 active at any one time, and an array of security systems.

I trust none of this has disuaded you from taking this job?[/Edit]

I will expect any agreement made to stand firm throughout the duration of the 'job'. You are professional criminals, gentlemen, not paid sararimen sitting behind a desk. If you'd like expense accounts and health insurance, feel free to contact any one of the many corporate recruiting offices scattered around Seattle." His tone is even as he speaks, just the proper modulation to avoid arrogance and condescension.

[paul_HArkonen]

Irving, sits back some in his large seat, "I already told you I'm in, just trying to get a few more details about the job I've already accepted."

[TinkerGnome]

Raton glances at Irving and nods. "I'm in, too, I guess."

[Nikoli]

Maru-san bows deeply enough to show respect without being patronizing, "Hi, Yamazika-san I accept your business proposal." He then sits and awaits the rest of the teams response.

[Bearclaw]

Lee speaks up. "I'm in. I assume that if you needed a frontal assault, you already have assets who are better suited and less expensive, so let's get to some details. If I can't find a way to acquire the target without leaving a pile of bodies, I'll disappear for a couple of weeks, so as to not interfere with your other operations."

[Fenris]

Yamazika nods, returning Maru-san's bow with just the proper amount of courtesy. "Excellent, gentlemen, I'm glad to hear it. I've been authorized to forward 25% of the final payment to you in advance, in addition to the information you'll need to complete this assignment."

A bevy of waiters trail out of the kitchen, setting down a small tray containing one small sliver of silicone and a certified cred stick in front of each member. The cred stick display blinks 2,500 :nuyen:

"I trust you'll be discrete in this matter. Torozumi will see you to the door."

The slim Japanese gentleman in the Actioneer suit that originally greeted the party steps into the room, nodding. He motions towards the double doors.

[tisoz]

Token leaves through the double doors, down the elevator and out of the building, talking to himself all the way. Frag, frag, frag, frag, frag, frag, frag. Did I mention frag yet? I guess I'm in now. What the frag was the reason for the meet? Fraggin' posturing. Everything could have been accomplished with the initial call. Frag! The guy didn't plan on answering a single question. He could have sent the info and payment over the comm and insured a little anonymity. But no, he wanted to show his assets. I did mention frag, right?

He approached his vehicle and cast Catalogue. "Anyone want a ride back to the safehouse to look over what we got ourselves mixed up in?"

Token heads for the safehouse.

[Nikoli]

Politely bowing as he prepares to leave, Maru-san heads for the elevator, thining to himself, Damned Yakuza, if they didn't keep the small time criminals in check they wouldn't be worth the trouble of arresting. Still, this is unlike them, they usually want someone dead, not something pilfered, best to be wary.
Seeing Token examining his vehicle, "Mind doing that for mine as well?
Over team comm, We should split up as much as possible, take separate routes, etc for the trip back. Just because we're in the pocket of this Yakuza family for the moment doesn't mean they don't rivals. There is also the Pasta factor to consider. By the by, who's turn is it to host?
Giving his vehicle a once over for peace of mind, Maru-san then goes to the trunk and retrieves his Predator and spare clips.

[TinkerGnome]

Outside of the meet, the realities of a job seem to take hold of Raton, dampening his mood almost to the level of an apparent depression. He hadn't had a good couple of days, except for a few glaring highlights.

When Token offers a ride, he nods emphaticly. "Yeah, ride sounds good. You got a 'trix connection, right?"

[CardboardArmor]

Tapping his old, silver lighter, Countdown frowned when his hands dived into his pockets and came up empty.

"The day just gets worse and worse." He says to the rest of the group with a wan smile. "Sorry about not saying much at the meet, my mind was elsewhere."

Turning to Maru-san, he nods. "I'll follow you guys but I hope there's a shower at that safehouse. Something about being near that Yamazika guys makes me want to have to take a bath, you get me?"

[Nikoli]

"Hi. I offer my bolthole if no one else has the space."

[paul_HArkonen]

Irving smiles, "I'll take you up on the ride, Token" thinking to himself Yakuza has done a great number of things for me in the past, but the what in the fragginheck was that, a waste of Fraggin time that's what. Oh well, at least we can hope the job will be interesting, I hope . "I have a small abandoned wharehouse that can be used. its out of the way, and not the same place we came from either."

[Bearclaw]

"Sounds good to me. I like bolt holes", Lee says, smiling.
"You've got a telcom and such, right? So we can check out our info as a group?"
Frowning, he looks around at the rest of the group. "Why so glum guys? We get to steal stuff, and get paid cash money on top of it. We don't even have to find a fence. Best deal I've been offered in weeks."
"Oh, can I catch a ride with some one?"

[Nikoli]

"I believe I have room in my car."

[tisoz]

"Why am I so glum," Token asks rhetorically. First, yaks are japs, and japs frag over metahumans. Second, the job is in Snohomish, a place that doesn't like metahumans. You do see my pointy ears?

"Have you got a pocket secretary Maru-san? It will make keeping track of your list much easier. I can just plug it in to the subvocal mike and record it. Then you can look the list over for anything shouldn't be on it. Next time all you have to do is have the pocsec compare lists and summarize.

"Anyone who doesn't want me knowing what you're packing better stand over there," Token says and motions a distance away.

As people move Token continues, "Where was I? Third, I don't like blindly taking what someone, who has a low opinion of my kind, thinks I am worth. Fourth, I was warned to walk away from this job, but thought I would see what it was and if I thought it was worth it, and the next thing I know, I've accepted it for whatever said person thinks he should pay. Fourth, no fifth, I was told not to trust Mr. Yamazika, and after the way he covered his hoop back there, I surely don't.

"Sixth, I don't like being called a professional criminal. Do I need to keep going on?" Token casts the spell, then subvocalizes into the pocsec.

[Nikoli]

Maru-san hands Token his p-sec, "Don't worry too much Token, it's more the idea that Japan was not the begining of civilization that gives them issue, not you per se."

[Bearclaw]

Lee looks almost sad. "Wow bro. If you feel that bad about the gig, you should probably bail. Just disappear. I'll give mister Yo'mama' his credstick back, and tell him you didn't look at the chip. Stay gone for a few weeks and no one will worry about it. The last time I had a really bad feeling about a job but did it anyway, I spent 42 months in prison."

[tisoz]

"If I thought I could get out of it that easy, I would have left the office back up there," Token hooks a thumb back over his shoulder. "But I had a feeling I'd have a hard time leaving that building alive.

"If I bail now, either Yo' mama'," Token had to chuckle at the nick Lee had tagged on Yamazika, "or someone else in his criminal organization will figure I slapped their face and have to pay me back. He asked if I had never had a meet before. Well, I have, but never one like that. What does that have to do with anything? Who knows what else Yo' mama' thinks is normal.

"Did anything happen that couldn't have been done over the telecom? No. so there was some reason to drag our hoops down here. Or he's an idiot."

[Nikoli]

"Well, in some circles, a face to face meeting is a sign of mutual respect. There is a certain coldness to a telecom meeting, and you do not get the full measure of a person over the lines. Then there are security matters to attend to. The sad truth is face time can often be more private than the Matrix. And, it is infinitely easier to eliminate threats that choose to walk out during a face time meeting than find them during a Matrix one. I'm not saying I have a good feeling about his, I'm just saying he wasn't being rude by his own standards."

[tisoz]

"Well that explains a lot," Token said, "I guess I'm in for good then, besides, I can't let you all down." He flashes a smile and gets ready to leave.

[TinkerGnome]

Raton marvels at the nuances of interpersonal reaction observed by Token. He hadn't noticed even a quarter of them and he was starting to think that this job might not have been such a good idea, after all.