The Bodyguards, IC Thread Options

[last_of_the_grea...]

Baron pulls out his pocket secretary and reads the message. He smiles and looks at everyone gathered.

"Well, it appears I have some more information to work with. One of my contacts came through."

He reads them the important parts, leaving out the contact's identity.

"It seems the falling out between Isaac and Nojibot has been confirmed. How much is more information worth to us, gentlemen?"

[Glyph]

Rent looks up thoughtfully. "It depends on what kind of information your friend can dig up for us. Frankly, I'm not really that interested in all of the sordid details of how two corporate buddies had a spat. What I really want to know is just who Ms. Johnson is, and how she really fits in to all of this. Right now, we only have two parts of the puzzle - she is the third and final piece, and when we find out about her, we can begin making some sense out of all this."

[Fenris]

"Agreed, and I'd be more then happy to pony up a couple of hundred nuyen to get that info."

[last_of_the_grea...]

"Well, then, hopefully someone else's contacts will pull through. Mine do not seem to have any information on her...at least the one. The other has not called back yet."

He puts his pocket secretary away after sending a thank you message and a request for more info, an additional 150 nuyen attatched and 150 more upon delivery of the information.

[last_of_the_grea...]

The day passes and preparations have been made as best they could. Routine had been settled. Everyone taking a 2 hour sleep on their turn, settling into that routine. Baron was calm and imperiously professional, acting as if he were in charge, telling people what to do when they already knew and the actions they had to take obvious...and, of course, imagining their resentment was loyalty and obedience. He figured if he started by telling them the things they allready knew to do, when he started giving orders for other things, their resistance would lessen...then he stopped doing that when Rent threatens to pull his tongue out through his hoop if he didn't shut up!

[Glyph]

Rent has been feeling surly as the wait drags on. He even found himself snapping at Baron. He is good at hands-on bodyguarding; while he is good at schmoozing and sneaking, this job of guarding a client from a distance is outside of his specialty - and as a pro in his line of work, he doesn't like feeling that way. He's better when he has people and situations to bounce his reactions off of.

At least his mind is settled on Ms. Johnson's role... for now. In the absence of other information, he decides to act on the assumption that she is someone Nojibot cares for, and that Mr. Nojibot will be lead to see the team as a threat to her. Ironically, it may be the team, not Ms. Johnson, that is the bait.

He has shared that concern quietly with the others, then left the room. The rationale was that he needed to get a good idea of the dimensions and areas of the hotel, beyond what a simple building map could convey - nothing like first-hand information about the place most likely to become a battleground. Truthfully, though, he just needed an excuse to get out of the claustrophobic environs of being cooped up in a room, however luxurious, with several other people without enough to do.

[Herald of Verjig...]

Kull releaxes in the only way that seems appropriate. Utilizing the descendant of "picture in picture" he watches "Firearms of the World," The Weather Channel, and a slightly less offensive music video channel as he double-checks every aspect of his rifle. If anyone shows an interest in one of the shows, he will turn the volume up, to a level that most people can actually hear.