Nouveaux Reflections: IC, IC thread for the new Reflections Options

[Leowulf]

Blackjack strolls up to the gathering of people outside of the building and slows with some trepidation as she gets within several steps, waiting to be acknowledged and invited to join. She bends her head slightly, smiling big at everyone who notices her coming. After a moment, she notices Evan.

"Evan!!" she exclaims. Blackjack runs up the steps, with arms outstretched and a big smile, to greet her friend and give him a big hug.

[FXcalibur]

"Zzztt...zeten...encellophagram, 50 milligrams, stat! Wha? Oh... It's you two." Evans looks up from the sofa at the mildy amused Asian men staring down at him. He wondered why they had to look that way.

"The meet. Come on." One of them hustles him out the door.
"Give me a break, it's still early. Let me hop in the shower first."
"You have a shower here?"
"This is a clinic, you know."
"That was my point."
"Ugh. Five minutes. My stuff's in that case." Evans thumbs the suitcase by the door, packed with his clothes and gear he sorted through last night.
"Five minutes." The men echo as threateningly as they can.
"Right, right. Yawnn...damnit, it's still dark out...wonder what's the rush anyway.

- - - - -

"Careful with him. I don't want to have to bandage him up again."

The men grunt in response as they haul the patient off. Evans turned to the people gathered at the meet and hoped he looked presentable. It felt like it would turn into a run of some sort; he didn't expect less from Jeff.

"Okay, rules of etiquette..." He mumbled to himself. "Uh...look...for most confident person...no, that's not it...look for guy in cha- K-YARGH!"

And the medic gets caught off guard by Blackjack's tackle.

"I'm a medic and I'm not afraid to defend mys-! Oh, wait...is that you, Black? Well, whaddaya know, it is you!" He smiled and returned the hug. "Fancy meeting you here, Blackjack... What's going on here anyway?"

[Buddha72]

Joli moves towards the motley crew assembled in front. She stands about 5' 8" with short red hair. Her right ear is pierced from top to bottom with small hoops. She pauses at the edge of the crowd. "Morning."

[BishopMcQ]

Eric turns at the sound of his previous employer. Sweeping his gaze over the rest of the gathering criminals and social malcontents, he recognizes Evans. The medic and he had made a good team in the past.

After watching the display of affection between Evans and his close friend, Eric steps over to Joli.

"Good morning, ma'am."

[Buddha72]

Joli smiles at the sight of Eric. "Good to see you again."

[BishopMcQ]

The English thief returns the smile.

"So, what brings you to this part of town at such an early hour?" Eric gestures to the growing crowd of professional murderers, thieves and magi. "Tupperware party?"

[Buddha72]

Joli chuckles. "I need the nuyen, can't find much work out in the real world and the way Sebastian's eating his way through the neighborhood pets, I'm going to need to move soon."

[BishopMcQ]

"Sebastian? Oh, yes...you're pet. I had nearly forgotten how my stomach turned when he started eating the guards. You have trained him since then I hope."

Eric looks over the assortment of runners and for the first recognition starts to spark as he sees through the more mundane trappings and recognizes the faces of previous crimes, memories of near antiquity.

[Shadow]

"Does a Piazma rip of heads, hell yeah I am up for it. Thanks for the tip Zoe. I'll be there with bells on."

The trid disconnected and the old man with a limp went about securing all the right items in his Opel Marauder. The large vans EFC engine fired to life with it's usual quiet hum. Jester rolled out of his hangar in Tacoma 10 minutes after the call came in. His chrono tolled him that he had 45 minutes to get to the meeting. His onboard nav computer updated his time line. It would be close. He would probably arrive on time though... probably.

[Leowulf]

Blackjack steps back from hugging Evans and giggles.

"Glad to see you're here, Evans. Look!" she says, pulling her medkit out from her coat enough to let it be seen, "I'm learning."

Seeing Joli coming up, she says, "Hi, Joli!"

[Buddha72]

Joli nods her head at the greeting. "It seems someone has done their homework on this one. They wanted a team that had worked together before." Joli pauses to give Blackjack a friendly hug. "Either of you know anything about the Johnson on this one?" She takes care to keep her voice low and conversational.

[BishopMcQ]

Lowering his voice to a whisper as well, Eric shares what sparse knowledge he has accumulated.

"Friend of a friend, or favors being exchanged in higher places. All I know is that he's Japanese with an answering service on a very polite host. My guess would be Yak. These guys don't have the corporate vibe so much as the attempt at corporate."

[Leowulf]

Blackjack shakes her head and whispers, "No.. do you?"

Looking at Eric, she whispers, "Yeah maybe."

[Shadow]

Jester parked a few blocks away from the meet. The old man rested in the chair for a few minutes. His cyber holster spit out his Glock and he double checked the ammo load out in it.

Jester exited the vehicle, with a mental twitch he activated the van's security alarms and made his way to the the building.

The crowd was obvious on the steps. All of the runners he was sure. He didn't recognize any of them unfortunately.

He stood back, on the edge, not wanting to get to close yet. At 52 he was easily the oldest man there. His short silver hair and crows feet made it obvious. His hip hurt him as he made the walk. The silver cyberleg didn't quite synch right with his movements, causing him to walk with a limp.

[FXcalibur]

"That's, uh, great, I think. I guess I won't be dead if I'm the one shot up. Friends of yours, Black? I only recognize Eric over here." Evans says as he walks over to shake Eric's hand. "Missed you, chum. You did a great job with headware, and the clinic's never been the same without you."

[BishopMcQ]

Eric smiles, reflecting back on the various successful surgeries he aided with.

"Just glad I could help. You can always call if you need me. Evans this is Joli. She's an associate of mine from times gone by. Joli this is Evans, a fine street doc and a man of my homeland."

[Glyph]

Tombstone looks over to smile and nod to the runners he knows - Blackjack, Jolli, Eric, and Evans. One of his eyebrows raises slightly as he sees the crowd forming on the steps.

"Damn" he thinks. "This must be a pretty big job for them to be bringing so many people into it. And all seasoned pros, by the look of it. I wonder how many more will show up?"

He is almost tempted to ask his host that question, but he knows that showing any signs of impatience will cost him face in their eyes. He's damned if he's going to do that before the negotiations even begin.

[Fenris]

The slim Asian man at the door politely breaks off his conversation with Tombstone, glancing out over the streets in an obvious silent headcount. He glances at his watch, smoothing his face abruptly and speaking to the group.

"I had been assured that all prospective members of the team would be on-time, but apparently one member has run into some difficulties. I am sure she will be with us shortly. Please accept my most humble apologies for the delay."

[FXcalibur]

Evans gives Joli the best smile he can and offers his hand.

"Say, any of you knows what's going on here? I was kind of rushed over here without being told of the cause. I can guess it's a run of some sort by the looks of it, but...any idea what it's about?"

[Leowulf]

Blackjack looks a little flustered and says, "No. You know what? Somebody attacked me online and then had me chase them to an abandoned corner of the matrix just so they could throw me a card with an LTG address on it. It made me mad. Neither the persona nor the icon I met on the LTG told me anything."

[BishopMcQ]

Shaking his head, Eric looks over to Evans.

"Like I told Joli, all I know is that a friend of a friend needed me to do some work. She said it was a little too hands on for her taste, and that it felll into the "electrical" category. It makes me think closed circuit computers or B/E--both of which mean running."

[Buddha72]

Joli shakes Evan's hand. Her grip is warm but uncertain. "I just got a call offering me some work since I'm a little hard up for nuyen at the moment."

[Buddha72]

She takes a moment to look around. "I was just told to be careful."

[Shadow]

"Me too," the old man pipes up when he hears that bit of conversation.

"Handles, Jester. I haven't worked with anyone here before but it looks like I am the only one."

Jester is easily in his fifties with silver hair and crows feet. He walks with a military bearing that a lifetime of marching pounded in to him. He also has a relaxed easy going quality about him, and a perpetual grin, like he is laughing at a joke no one else hears.

[BishopMcQ]

The English thief and sometimes decker offers his hand to Jester.

"The name's Eric. This is Joli, Blackjack, and Evans. They're all good people who have watched my back in the past and I've been privileged enough to return the favor."

He is in his late twenties, lightly tanned over a naturally pale complexion. Eric has a nervous habit of constantly looking around at any new noise or flash of light. You get the feeling that he is always ready to run.