IC: Chasing the Prize, We always get our mark Options

[BishopMcQ]

Gonzales:

The picture of Dawn Morgan when she was only sixteen reflects back at you. She'll turn eighteen this coming Christmas, or she would have if she was still alive. Inside the purse are a few condoms and a make-up compact to touch up with after she was done here.

[Kremlin KOA]

Gonzales grabs Ms Morgan's ID and contact data and heads out to the brumby with brush in tow. As he reaches the car he looks at Edana, "Now you know why JT and I get green when someone brings up the name Kano, this guy was about as bad." ...and we saw more of it that time.

[HMHVV Hunter]

Frustrated, Helios leaves the office and looks for Gonzales.

"Nothing in the office," he says walking into the room. Only then does he take notice of the signs of torture that have transpired in the room.

"Good Christ, what happened here?" he asks.

[Kremlin KOA]

"there are worse things in the world than the infected Helios. The infected do what they do to survive, this guy does it for fun."

[HMHVV Hunter]

"Let's just say they're both evil and leave it at that," Helios replies, not wanting to get into a debate at the moment.

He follows Gonzales out of the house and to the car.

[HeySparky]

RITUAL TEAM - Edana, Gonzales, Helios, Tiny, JT

::At Ballefour's::

Edana nods to Gonzales and lets him do the sleuthing. She slips back out the window and into the Brumby to keep a lookout on things from there with Tiny.

"Hey Tiny. Thanks for keeping an eye on the Brumby."

She closes her eyes, leans back in the seat and exhales a deep gusty sigh, "I'm such a wimp."

She opens herself to Herne's senses and revels in wash the hunting spirit's energy. Good work, keep on him.

Did you think he could get away from me?

Not really.

She sees JT glance up and asks over the comm over the comm, "So, JT, what does that drone up there do, exactly? Do we need to worry about it?"

*************

Edana's eyes snap open at Gonzales' arrival. A terse 'thanks' is all she says before giving JT the high-sign to head out.

"JT, we're headed north. Meet you at my place within the hour?"

She twists around to look at Tiny while waiting at a light, "Where are we dropping you?"

[Johnson]

"Well Edana if you can drop me off at Ballefour Pharmaceuticals. I want to take a snoop around the outside. And see what is happening in the area."

Tiny starts to get ready for the drop making sure that all is ready, like boy scout going on his first camp.

[BishopMcQ]

Herne:
Having chased your quarry through this mad world of humans and plastic, you find yourself in front of a large granite and steel building. The man gives his bike to a man in a red coat who rides it away as your prey walks inside. You ride up a broad elevator and watch the man turn to you and rather then press his will against the astral plane; a cloak seems to melt into him and reveal that he was already present.

"Return to your mistress, hound, or be destroyed. You are not the prey I seek."

[BishopMcQ]

Team:
The industrial parks of Bellevue seem to be swarmed over by the rioting and congestion as half the population of Seattle clamors for the vaccine. You stop about a mile out to drop Tiny off unsure if you should risk getting any closer and becoming trapped in the tide of cars and bodies.

[Johnson]

"Thank you for bringing me here, I am going to leave my Bag in your car if you mind. I want to carry as light as possible."

Getting out of the car[b]Tiny Activates his personal Comms unit, and gives the Team a Thumbs up. Not before long Tiny is part of the crowd moving along.

The comms crackle a bit and Tiny's voice comes over the air.
"Tango Echo Serria Tango do you here me loud and clear"

[toturi]

Grave:

"Gonzales, can I ask for a favour? Can you ask your doctor friend to send a sample of the vaccine up to Atlanta, CDC? Given the size of the riots around here, I think the sooner we get out of Seattle, proper the better. Martial law is no joke."

[Bastard]

"I wouldn't worry too much about that little drone there, Edena. If it even saw us, Tak has our back. Remember, we are working for him, therefor we are working for Lone Star, and therefor, they should assist more likely than hinder us. I'll just follow you to your place, I will pick up Kane when needs be. I would really like for him to get his rest."

Before mounting his bike, Taggart makes a quick call to Charlie. "I got that computer on me now. I will give it to you ASAP, so your decker can do his magic on it." JT has a bit of a snicker after that last semi-sarcastic remark, only slightly visible on the other end of the line.

The man on the phone is left alone, standing in front of the crypt, as the Brumby rolls off into the white blanket of the Seattle winter. The large man throws one leg over the equally as large bike, straddling it like a mustang. The engine roars to life, shivering as if the snow had an effect on its being. Time stands still for a second or two, before the bike leaps and makes chase of the SUV. The wind on his face is crisp, but not the free feeling it usually gives him, with the breather strapped securely around his nose and mouth.

[Johnson]

As the cold slowly bite in to Tiny's face he realised that something is a miss. Not quite recalling what it was, he carries walking throught the snow covered streets of Bellevue. His mind uneasy to the fact that he has left something behind.

People move briskly around Tiny darting here there and everywhere like worker ant gathering goods. His eyes darting here and there, being cautious of what can go wrong. Wipping the crystalsed condensation from around his mouth, it dawn upon him.

How can I be so stupid, everyone else has a mask.

Activating his personal comms,

"Tiny here, I have been stupid enough not to have a mask, would there be a chance of one being availible. If not I gather I am going to have to que for the Antidote."

Paranoia set in slowly but Tiny waits for a response. Trying to find solice in what happening.

What happens if it's not the antidote, but the Virus. People would be paying for a Virus instead of the antidote. This would be a Corporate companies reputation at stake.

[HeySparky]

::Ritual Time::

Edana pulls the garage door down before giving the high-sign for the guys to get out. She rakes a hand through her hair around her horns and shoulders the door to her place open. Glancing at her message machine she goes to the narrow closet that holds ritual gear. The place is pretty cramped with three people. She tosses a bag to Helios and one to Gonzales and gestures at the door by the kitchenette.

"Outside to your right. Up the stairs. I'll meet you up there in a second." She ducks through the door of the bathroom carrying a smaller duffel.

Wonder what Herne is up to...

*****************

::On the Hunt::

Herne freezes as the man melts into view Astrally and the danger this man presents magnifies ten-fold. He inclines his head to the man.

"Would you permit a question, then? From hunter to hunter." He stands tall and shifts to his ancient form, stag's antlers over owl's eyes, cruel face, body painted with swirling patterns evoking ritual and reverence for the power of the earth.

[BishopMcQ]

Herne:
"You may ask what you wish, I will choose to answer or not to."

[HeySparky]

Herne blinks impassively at the man, "Our paths, do they lie in parallel or at cross-purposes? Meaning, will your search for your prey bring harm to my mistress?" He flexes his hands, unable to hide the protective streak that serving Edana has brought out in him.

[BishopMcQ]

Herne:
"I bear no ill-will to your mistress. He who I seek may try to cower behind her in fear, in which case I will hunt my prey and ask that you keep her from my path if you do not wish to see her harmed."

[HMHVV Hunter]

Helios lugs both packs (his and Edana's) up the stairs to the room, placing the bag on the floor, followed by his rucksack.

God knows how long this stuff is gonna take, he thinks. Maybe I can run back to the apartment and pick up some special ammo, just in case.

Helios waits in the apartment until Edana and Gonzales get there.

[BishopMcQ]

::December 16, 2063 1000::

Charlie:
After getting home, you go through the process of sealing up your house so no bugs can get in while you are out. Debian rings the bell twice as always and you buzz him in. Dressed to the nines despite the mayhem outside, he tosses you a bag with the breather and flimsies you needed.

"It's all there. The suborbital landed just before this mayhem started, no surprises werre reported. The train you are after is one of those great bullet trains--Just passing the Great Lake region at the moment. It's scheduled to reach New York by this afternoon."

JT:
You blaze through the traffic building up on the roads, dropping off the computer with Charlie for his decker contact to strip down and turn inside out, before heading over to Edana's. Parking the bike under an awning to keep the worst of the snow off you trudge up the steps to the door and knock solidly.

Tiny:
Initially the crowd parts around you, though as you get closer to the building it presses in and crashes off of you like waves on a boulder. making your way around the side of the building away from the masses, you see the clear outlines of guards walking along the roof. Judging by the color scheme, you think they are probably from Melchior Munitions which sits on the other side of corporate park.

The mask JT tossed to you as you exited the SUV is far too tight to be comfortable and barely covers your large jaw much less your nose. Apparently it wasn't made for trolls, but it will have to suffice for the moment.

Ritual Team:
The clear sent of wind and fresh snow blows across the roof of Edana's building. Gonzales and Helios look to each other questioningly as Edana does something downstairs. The sound of the door opening and closing is followed by JT stamping up the stairs and joining his two teammates.

[Bastard]

"Whats up Gonzo. Helios." Taggart nods to both, then flops down onto the couch. This is quite comfortable, I might be able to catch a few winks.

[Johnson]

Tiny walks around the block checking the building over, looking back allies and loading bays. Much to his interest on the security, it has not been beefed up.
Feeling the cold and what the guards will be like, all stiff and unfocused. Feeling a the adrenalin in body ready to respond, just like when you go for the kill on your prey.

Brushing ideas away and heading for those warm soya caf shops, that the corps frequent on there lunch brakes. Her he hopes to here news and scandal from the Ballefour Pharmaceuticals wage slaves who don't socialize within the Canteens of the Corps.

[toturi]

Grave:

"Gonzales, could you ask your doctor friend to send a sample of the vaccine over to CDC? Once they get it tested, people won't be so eager for their "flu jab" anymore."

[HeySparky]

::On the Hunt::

Herne inhales deeply the man's presence. Finding only cold certainty he nods, satisfied. The spirit's eyes blaze as he inclines his head to the man and leaps away in a wide spiral taking several turns around the building better impress its feel and essence so that he may find it again should the man's words prove false or harm befall Edana.

********************

::Ritual Team::

Edana bustles out of her room, hair unbraided and wild, draped with all manner of fetishes and intricate jewerly. Spirals and waves and concentric designs in blue paint contrast sharply with her pale skin. Rapidly shifting cloudy patterns under her skin bely her calm, determination. Her eyes are a steady wash of flickering energy. She blinks deliberately and dashes an arm across her brow. She scribbles a note for the remainder of the team directing them to the roof and slams it in the front door. She takes the stairs two at a time and swings around the railing into a blast of cold air.

She nods to Helios and Gonzales, "Thanks," and looks at JT, "You ready?"

Draped over her shoulder is a towel that she uses to dry off some places for the others to sit. She grabs a broom and begins to sweep excess water out of the ritual area.

"Oh. Hey, I should probably let Townsend know what we're up to. Or at least that we're doing a ritual. Don't need him getting surprised by complaints." She continues sweeping and begins to set out the items. She has a plastic tube open at both ends and a candle that fits down inside it.

She looks at Helios, "When this candle burns down to here," she indicates a place about three-quarters down the candle's length, "Would you go downstairs and put a kettle of water on. Kettle's on top of the cabinet across from the stove."

She dials the landlord, "Townsend. Assay. We're here. I wanted to let you know that I'm getting ready to perform a ritual on my roof. Nothing violent or nasty. It's work related which means it's rent related. That okay with you?"

[HMHVV Hunter]

"Got it," Helios replies.

[BishopMcQ]

Edana:
"Do what you need to do hon, I trust you not to bring trouble to my door." Townsend's faith in you is reassuring.