IC: Public Exposure, The IC board for Public Exposure Options

[TinkerGnome]

The Johnson nods. "The conference is a semi-annual event and trade show where many corporations with mineral interests get together to discuss technology and current events. This year's topic has recently changed to cover certain natural materials which have appeared in the last few months."

"As for anything beyond that, it is a fairly standard situation for intercorporate meetings. There's some backroom dealing and the like. The delegates will be responsible for their own personal security, but the meeting itself is under my perview and is going to be held in the eastern wing of the convention center. I can provide some basic layouts for you."

[Digital Heroin]

Oricalcum, you couldn't touch Shadowlands these days without hearing about it. Had to be these monkies were clambering for it, and someone had something to gain by messing with the meet.

`Basic layouts will be fine, a list of key players in the meeting would be helpful as well. Guestlist would be golden, would let us check who doesn't fit in.`

He'll have to do some searching, find the blueprints as well as an employee list and such.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Oh, my. Suddenly appeared minerals? What was this all about. Well, geology was not his forte. But making a whole pile of money sure was! If it was a straight muscle job, he could handle it.


"I believe a schedule of arrivals and appointments would be usefull as the information becomes available to you...so we know where hotspots might be and such, to anticipate potential trouble and have procedures in place to handle it. Will you be making dossiers on the attendees available, sir?"

[Panzergeist]

"Orichalcum," Swift Eagle muses. "That's what the mining industry is abuzz about. So who would want to disrupt this? Maybe magical corps with no mining division, which would not be invited to this conference but would want to spy on it. Maybe magically-inclined ecological groups which would view mass mining of orichalcum as the ultimate insult to nature. Maybe anti-awakened terrorists who don't want to see magicians made all the more powerful by a glut of cheap, plentiful orichalcum. Those seem like the three biggest probable foes to me."

[Digital Heroin]

Johnny's liquid smooth smile almost slips when Swift Eagle starts babbling. Here they are in the middle of a meet, and he goes ranting about a subject best left to be discussed after. The Johnson hadn't used the term for a reason, after all. At least the other orc was showing not only more discretion, but asking pertinant questions rather than musing. Internal thoughts run through his head to the sound track to the classic flatscreen, Kill Bill, tuned only to his ears.

[last_of_the_grea...]

When Swift Eagle started to babble and ramble, Brick was very glad he'd brought (and turned on) his white noise generator. He glared at Swift Eagle as if to say, "shut the frag up" with his eyes. What he actually said was, "there will be time for such discussion after the meeting is over. This is not the time nor the place. Just because you cannot see the ears does not mean they are not there...nor the eyes. Have I ever mentioned a deaf person I met once who could read lips?"

[Panzergeist]

"There could be ears anywhere," the Salish orc responds. "Better to talk about it now, while we are in a white noise field."

[TinkerGnome]

The Johnson clams up as the runners start bickering and looks uncomfortable. When it's done, he plunges on. "Anyone wanting to know about the meetings topics already does, I'll wager. I fear that certain ecological groups are rather upset about the new mining efforts in areas where the new materials are appearing and they are the most likely source of trouble."

He pulls a chip carrier from his pocket and drops it on the table. "Here are some basics of information. There is more on a secure host associated with my company. The MXP is on the chip, along with a passcode which should allow you access to a back door. I can't provide you with direct support in this matter, but you should be able to insert yourselves into the system and gain access through that method."

[last_of_the_grea...]

Brick nods, letting the topic drop. Now was not the time to argue and opposing opinions were ofton just as valid. Still, he preferred such discussions about work to be in a more controlled enviornment. He doesn't reach for the chip case...that was for the techheads. Anything on them would be made available, he was certain.

Enviornmental groups, eh? Well, perhaps he could remember something...

[RangerJoe]

Gritz eyes the chip but leaves it be on the table for a moment.

"On-site, will we be comp-li-menting more traditional sec forces, or are we the first and last line of de-fence?"

[Digital Heroin]

Johnny looks the way of the other decker, then to the other runners before taking up the chip.

`Any assistance is welcome, be it direct or not.`

A pleasantry in kind to one offered, as many of his Johnsons in the past hadn't bothered with much in the way of briefings. With a reflexive flourish he slots the chip into his datajack, copying the contents to his headware memory, and letting the details scroll over his left eye.

`Now, I belive the subject of renumeration has yet to be broached.`

[TinkerGnome]

"You will be serving as backup to the convention center's own security forces on the premisis, but since their policies specifically forbid armed corporate security inside the center, you will be on your own in this matter. The regulars should be able to handle all of the normal stuff like gangers and the more outspoken but less intelligent protestors. The task I seek your assistance with is stoping those threats too clever to be detered by conventional security and screening forces."

He scans the room at the mention of payment. "I'm offering 20k each for your services over the course of the convention, which is three days. Half up front. If we are entirely undisturbed, I will double it."

[last_of_the_grea...]

Brick hopes one of the other runners is good at negotiations. 20K isn't bad...but the mention of orichalcum mining just tripled the threat, so hopefully they could wrangle more out of Mr. Johnson. An extra 5K wouldn't be a bad thing...or maybe access to some items only available via megacorporate resources.

[Digital Heroin]

Hot threat; unspecified opposition; regular secmen to worry about; short notice. Hardline negotiations are a go.

`Well Mr. J, it seems you're on a tight timeline for a sensative job. Plus it's an indeterminant threat, and requires a full three days of vigilance, as opposed to a single operational day. With that in mind, I'm sure you'd find 50k, plus expenses to be reasonable, neh?.`

It wasn't unreasonable at all, given they need a soft touch, and he's already opened the floodgate with a doubling offer. Well, it may be a touch high, but that's what negotiations are all about.

[TinkerGnome]

"I might go so far as to increase the pay to 25k a head, 15 up front for each of you. The extra five will have to cover expenses." The Johnson declares, not dumb enough to give runners an open expense tab.

[Chance359]

Sedryk sits quietly throughout the offer and negotiations.

[Digital Heroin]

`The extra five kay seems fair, but we will need additional resources as well. Anything you may be able to offer in that regard would be appreciated.`

Be it gear or code, any little bit could help.

[TinkerGnome]

"The chip I've provided will make it easy enough to provide identifications for yourself that should assist you in gaining access to the center. The five grand should provide any other assistance you need," the Johnson provides cooly. He seems to have hit his limit on payout.

[Panzergeist]

"So," Swift Eagle says, "We have to protect the convention, but we aren't permitted to bring weapons inside it?"

[TinkerGnome]

The Johnson raises an eyebrow. "I never said that. It just might take some creativity on your part if you're talking about anything heavy. I hope that you won't need anything large, though."

[Panzergeist]

"Oh, I know you don't mind if we bring weapons in, but we have to sneak everything past the guards, since we are just convention guests and not security, right?"

[TinkerGnome]

"That will depend on what your decker can manage, really."

[RangerJoe]

Gritz grins, tuskily.

[Digital Heroin]

Johnny tosses a look to Gritz, then grins as well.

`Oh we'll manage, I'm sure.`

[last_of_the_grea...]

Brick smiles a tight lipped, subtle little grin...which on an orc merely looks menacing, of course. Ah the joys of undetectable weapons and ammo.