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[Sedna]

2315 Jan 4 2063- Room 7

Justice, for nuyen. Interesting choice of words, with an equally interesting definition. Everything of money and abstract objectives, nothing of personal motivation or even expected timeline. I don't even know if what I can read of his motivation will be of any value, since he has already stated that he represents others. And judging by the first response, we are not expected to accept or reject as a team. Will those who accept consider themselves a team?

But Alleycat says nothing, poised in stillness, waiting to hear what others have to say. The man did react almost exactly as she expected -- and it's clear he's of intense feelings about both secondary objectives, maybe something personal behind it? She is holding a private wager with herself as to the woman's reaction.

But the two latest arrivals have altered the atmosphere of the place considerably, and she has no idea at all which way they will jump.

[WinterRat1]

2315 Jan 4 2063- Room 7

Mr. Fan looks at Blaze. "Whichever you as a team decide is of higher priority is acceptable. My employer is concerned primarily with geting the target out; however, recognizing that you may feel strongly about the situation, they have decided to reward any extra measures you may take to rectify this situation. As long as you achieve the primary objective, feel free to work towards either, none, or both of the secondary objectives."

He looks around, and Alleycat sees absolutely nothing to make her believe this is anything but a job for him. However, something inside her tells her that there's more to Mr. Fan than just professionalism. Instincts or evidence? Which to believe...?

[Neophyte Overlor...]

2315 Jan 4 2063- Room 7

Durin had crossed his arms and leaned back to listen to Mr. Fan's presentation. Interest sparked in his eyes.

Listening to Mr. Fan's response to the red-coated man's question, he decides to make his own position on the subject clear to this potential teamate.

"Well, since permanently disabling the camp would cause death or suffering to anyone left there, I'd think we might want to get every one out first, eh lad?"

Reaching across the table for an appetizer, Durin addresses Mr. Fan "Your goals and cash are acceptable. Will you be providing us with transportation, either way?"

"You also mentioned documentation of the rescued, do we need to grab info from the camp, or do you mean they have to be recorded by you?"

[Kurukami]

2316 January 4, 2063 - Room 7
Mood: intrigued and righteously willing.

Now this is a venture I can take part in with no reservations. Cheng allowed a wry smile to cross her features. "I'm conditionally in, though I have a few questions I would like answered."

She ticked each question off on a slender finger. Despite her somewhat elegant appearance, her nails were cut short and unpainted. "First, of course, is the question of time available. Whether we have two weeks or more, or three days or less, is an issue to be concerned with. This is an operation which I suspect will require significant prep and planning."

"Second, have rescue attempts been made prior to this point, either for our target or for anyone else in the camp? If so, it seems likely that security will be heightened and some methods of approach will have been compromised before we get anywhere near."

Hmmm... and I wonder whether that bonus per internee rescued is in total or per person? "Third... respectfully, one hundred nuyen per additional person rescued seems a bit meager. Depending upon the location of the camp and resources required for the transport and feeding of a large group, the costs per person extracted could easily exceed that amount. Four hundred nuyen per rescuee seems more likely to cover miscellaneous expenses."

Cheng softened her questioning with a pleasant smile directed towards Mr. Fan. "Those issues aside, sir, I am quite willing to take on this venture."

[Sedna]

2316 January 4, 2063 - Room 7

Three of the four seem definitely intrigued ... no, it's much stronger than that. It's not just a contract for them. They really want to do this. For the fourth, she doesn't know yet, but there seems no reason why he'd be particularly different. The others have already begun asking details and negotiating nuyen as if it were a given thing. She'd thought usually there'd be more seeking of information before accepting a contract -- yet three already have accepted it, make no mistake.

Very well: she'll wait to see which way the fourth one jumps and how the preliminary negotiations go. Her instinct tells her there is something more here, something that would be useful to know. Knowledge is power. Why not bargain from a position of as much power as possible?

Alleycat remains still, receptive. By no look or movement does she show it, but she is waiting to hear from one more person before she speaks, and -- soft unvoiced sigh -- probably commits. Probably, in the end, she has less choice than any of the others in this.

She hopes Mr. Fan doesn't see it as clearly as she does.

[WinterRat1]

2317 January 4, 2063 - Room 7

Turning to Durin, Mr. Fan replies, "Transportation in and out of the San Francisco Bay Area is your responsibility. As for documentation, I was referring to the fact that they must be recorded by me."

Nodding at Lady Cheng, he begins ticking his responses off on his fingers, "First, time is not an issue. As long as you retrieve the primary target alive and in good health, it is irrelevant when you do so. Of course, the longer you wait, the more likely your ability to retrieve them will be impaired, due to the increased possibility of something happening to them in the camp. Second, there have been no prior rescue attempts on your target, and to my knowledge, none on the rest of the camp. It has only been operational relatively recently, perhaps a few weeks at most?"

He clears his throat and continues, "Finally, your concerns in regards to the care and transport of the refugees you may manage to save are legitimate. For a counteroffer, I propose that I will cover all documented expenses for their care and transport. While I never would accuse any of you of such a thing, it is quite probable that there are those who would use the increased reward to line their own pockets instead of providing for those in their care. To bypass any such concerns along those lines, I will pay for any expenses you may incur, provided you provide me with adequate documentation."

He raises an eyebrow and waits for a response.

[Kurukami]

2317 January 4, 2063

"With the hundred nuyen apiece, that seems fair enough," replied Cheng, nodding to Mr. Fan. "That disposes of my primary concerns. I'm in."

Good. We're a decent-sized team, and we're not going in completely blind. The other two that had already expressed interest -- the dwarf and the man in red -- appeared willing and capable enough. It remained to be seen was what the cowboy and the other young woman -- whatever abilities she might possess -- would reply. We'll have to compare notes, and see what each of us might be capable of. The cowboy and the dwarf might be muscle, or might not.

Something occurred to her as she considered the others at the table, and she turned her head back towards Mr. Fan. "If I might ask, do you have any estimate as to how many prisoners are being held at the camp? If this group decides to attempt to free as many as we can, it would help to know just how large a potential group we're talking about."

[WinterRat1]

2317 January 4, 2063

Mr. Fan shakes his head. "I do not know. It is, as I stated, a relatively new camp, and as such, people are still being moved in every day. Although I do not have details, I can tell you the camp is more of a ghetto, taking up an area five city blocks square. Getting everyone out may be impossible, or not, depending on how dense the population is. You will most likely have to do some research when you arrive there."

[Digital Heroin]

2318 January 4, 2063

For the most part, Tin Star lived up to what one might expect if they pegged him for a cowboy, he was fairly quiet, simply content to let the others ask their questions. Contrary to what might be asumed by his atire, he's no showboat, he simply dresses in a manner that's comfortable to him, yet practical. When he feels it's the right time, he clears his throat.

`I reckon I'd appreciate some details as to this primary target of ours. There's a site bit of a difference between extracting an elf, who at least we can disguise as human if the need be, and in extracting a troll.`

There's no hint of anti-metahuman sentiment in his voice, he's simply enquiring. Far as he's concerned, the job is one that he can sign on with a clear conscience, given it'll do some people a bit of good.

`Other than that, I'm in.`

[paul_HArkonen]

2317-January 4, Room 7

Glancing about the room Blaze continues to watch the new comers, now's not the time to be astral, we'll take care of that later. However, despite his observation of Mr. Cowboy, and the dwarf he continues to keep his eyes on the young woman, she's still silent, she knows the job, and knows that everyone else is in, but she's still waiting, for what. She's certainly new at this, but she does know what she's doing, perhaps from shadowland. This will be interesting, the two women aren't our muscle and I suspect that the men aren't too muscled either. The question becomes whether we need any muscle or not.

Looking around ending on the young woman Blaze continues to survey the room looking into what the young woman's reactions to the conversation.

[Sedna]

2319 January 4, 2063

So one person is willing to ask at least this much directly, despite the strict terms of non-disclosure prior to contract acceptance. Apparently that more can be broken, or at least pushed. And the answer will be invaluable.

Alleycat didn't bother to conceal the slight smile. Let it be taken as support of the man's question, but she was actually already considering one option how such a goal might be achieved. Transportation would be the major problem -- but presumably the residents of the camp had to be gotten there in the first place, which suggested something existed that might assist them to leave. Something occurred to her ...

"Surely, sir," she asked in her soft voice, "since you know its size and its approximate date of starting, you would have some access to land and satellite photographs of the area? Or is all the information you have of the place through indirect word-of-mouth? in which case, how are we to be certain your primary objective still lives?"

[Kurukami]

With a look towards the cowboy, Cheng agreed. "He isn't wrong, though I hesitated to speak before because of your restrictions. A seventy-five kilo target who stands 180 centimeters tall is much easier to transport unnoticed than a five-hundred kilo target who stands 280."

In other words, can we sneak people out in rented vans or will we need to find a semi or two capable of handling substantial weights?

[WinterRat1]

2320 January 4, 2063

With a thin smile that lets them all know he's well aware they're pushing his non-disclosure clause but is willing to go along with it, Mr. Fan replies, "Your target is neither a troll nor an ork. To that extent, concealment will not be difficult."

Turning to Alleycat he shakes his head. "I do not have photos of the area. Your target was taken there about 24 hours ago. That is why we are reasonably certain they are still alive. You must remember, despite what it actually is, there is at least the facade of legality behind this whole process. A notice has been sent out to family members notifying them when a relative is being processed. Of course, the actual location of the members in question is hidden for 'security' reasons. My employer has already employed a decker to locate the target, which is how we know where they are. Unfortunately, the decker was killed in the process of getting the data. And no, there is no way the intrusion will be traced to interest in your target, or even your particular camp. So you have no worries there."

Another thin smile, demonstrating that he is all too aware of the fact that a great deal of information has just been disclosed by him to the group. "Are there any further questions?"

[Shev]

2320 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift,

Doing his best not to run outright, Avalanche approaches the club, having parked his Volkswagon Electro in the secure parking area, with his deck concealed underneath the driver's seat. Decidely low-tech, but that ugly piece of econo-drek is better off than any SOTA car alarm. That should keep my deck safe for a short while at least....How the frag can you have a bug in a fragging alarm program?! Last time I buy 'ware from that drekhead...

A troll bouncer stops him as he approachs the front entrance. "Line starts back that way, whitey."

Avalanche ignores the comment on his sheet-white skin, having endured such remarks as long as he could remember. "I'm meeting Mr. Fan."

The troll raises an eyebrow. "Meetings already started."
"Which means I'm late. I doubt Mr. Fan would be pleased if you made me even more late." With a snort of derision, the troll moves aside.

"Go before I change my mind, Casper."

Darting through the opening, Avalanche makes his way through security, where an elven woman confiscates his Predator III and waves him on his way.

"I hear Mr. Fan does not approve of late entrances."

Ignoring her, Avalanche heads for room 7.

The door to room 7 opens and closs as a pale figure hurries through.

"My apologies for my tardiness, I was delayed."

Finding the nearest available seat, Avalanche sits down, knowing that his embarrassed flush showed easily through his pale complexion. Hopefully, someone can recap after the meet. I'll only appear even greener if I ask...

[Sedna]

2320 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

"Will she be willing to leave?"

Maybe Alleycat would have elaborated upon this unexpected question -- of course! who in their right mind would not? -- but she was interrupted by the sudden entry.

[Digital Heroin]

`If'n the target's reasonable to get out, and the money's what you say it is, you can count me in.`

Hell, he's suprised anyone'd be willing to hire him, given he's a pariah in both the cop and runner worlds, but he's not accepting out of desperation. The job's decent, the pay's good. Should be interesting to say the least.

[WinterRat1]

2321 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Mr. Fan pauses and looks at the new arrival. He raises an eyebrow slightly, but other than that, shows no emotion. Gesturing to the other runners, he says simply, "I will leave it to them to fill you in on my proposal. As you are being paid as individuals, it cannot harm them to have you aboard, only help. You may accept or not of your own volition."

Addressing Alleycat, his voice betrays nothing, saying simply, "My employer anticipates no problems with your target's willingness to leave. Are there any further questions?"

[Sedna]

2322 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Ah. So the new arrival is expected. And the Johnson's not giving away one fragging bit more than he wants to. No question who's in control of this meet. Irritating, isn't it?

Smiling to herself, Alleycat lights a cigarette as she turns to the new arrival. "Primary objective, extraction of a non-ork, non-troll metahuman citizen from a San Francisco relocation camp, size approximately five city blocks square. You have already heard that the employer anticipates no problems with the willingness of the target. Secondary objectives, to render the camp inoperable and to remove as any metahumans from that camp as we can. All transportation our responsibility. Separate pay for each of the objectives: 5 k each up front, 30 k for successful return. 100 nuyen per properly documented survivor freed and documented by" -- her head tilted in his direction -- "Mr Fan, 10 k each upon successfully rendering the camp inoperable. Documentable expenses reimbursed, so as to ensure that the nuyen do in fact go toward the well-being of the survivors. No more details pending acceptance of the contract. Almost everyone else here has already agreed to this."

She takes a long pull on the cigarette. "Ren you jiaqian?"

[Shev]

2323 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Avalanche nods thoughtfully. Decent pay, decent challange, objectives that will let me sleep at night....Sounds too good to be true, getting paid to take a bite out of that madman. I wonder what the catch is on this one...

"Not every day you get a chance to get paid to be a Robin Hood. I'm in."

Who knows, I might even be able to keep my New Year's resolution...

[Sedna]

2324 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Him too? Immediately upon arriving? With no attempt at negotiation at all?

Aren't meets supposed to follow a distinct pattern? (1) arrival; (2) outline by the Johnson; (3) information-seeking and negotiation by the shadowrunners; (4) acceptance of the contract; (5) ... well, never mind points after (5) for now. This one's not following any of the patterns at all. Good thing Mr Fan was up-front with the payment, at this point I'm not at all sure these shadowrunners wouldn't do the job for free.

And then she heard herself. All transportation our responsibility. Seems she's already agreed to go along with this as well.

[WinterRat1]

2325 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Mr. Fan looks around. "I believe you have all indicated your acceptance of my offer. We may now proceed with the relevant details."

He pulls a chip from his jacket pocket and places it on the table. "All the relevant data my employer possesses is on this chip. There is also a number you may use to contact me when the job is complete. Are there any further questions? If not, I will take my leave so you may begin your discussions."

[Shev]

2325 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Avalanche shifted in his seat uncomfortably, then spoke up.

"I have a couple of questions, Mr. Fan. Perhaps it's already been answered, but where exactly do you want us to take this person, and any refugees we rescue? And should we assume that we can deliver them to you any time of day or night?"

Stars, I hope he hasn't answered that one. Coming in here in a rush like I was late for class was bad enough...

[WinterRat1]

2326 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

"You will take them back to Seattle, prisoners and target alike. You will call me and set up a meet, and deliver both the target and the prisoners at that time."

[Sedna]

2326 January 4, 2063, Paradigm Shift, Room 7

I believe you have all indicated your acceptance of my offer.

Short, curt not. Acceptance, yes: and now she's made it formal -- but this is going entirely too quickly for her comfort.

"May we scan quickly through the chip before you leave?" Alleycat asks, with a glance toward the new arrival, and then at the other woman. "It would be useful to confirm that your opinion of 'all relevant data' and ours match."

[Kurukami]

2326 January 4, 2063 - Paradigm Shift, Room 7

Lady Cheng stretched out a hand to pick up the chip casing. We might as well determine quickly if matters are as Fan has declared them to be. Having a copy of the data in headware memory would not be wholly unwise...

With her other hand, she retrieved the pocket secretary from her inner coat pocket. I'll copy it first to there, but it will likely be much easier to review at my leisure with the data at thought's reach.