The Bodyguards, IC Thread Options

[Glyph]

Rent takes a much dingier cab to Tiggy's, paying the slack-jawed driver as he exits the dilapidated vehicle. He would have the man wait, but in this neighborhood, he would be likely to find a corpse and a stripped down shell of a car when he came back out.

Rent snorts as he looks around. The Redmond Barrens - the only place in Seattle that makes the Puyallup Barrens not look quite as bad. Rent is dressed more casually. He is still wearing his trademark hat and black duster, but this time he is wearing dark grey jeans and a black T-shirt with abstract silvery circuitry designs on the front, and he is wearing heavy boots. He is still armed, of course.

He winces as he prepares to step inside, then mentally sighs with relief as the normal, seedy bar presents itself to his sight. After the description of the waitress, he was halfway expecting to find a sleazy mix between an S&M parlor and a cosplay convention. This... is almost homey. A dart board and a pool table, even.

[Fenris]

Assez smiles as Felina greets him, going from paranoid bodyguard to schmoozing playboy in a matter of seconds.

"Felina, darling..." as he gives her a quick hug and tweaks the tip of one of the cosmetically altered ears, "Good to see you too. I'm going to need something a bit more private today. I've got some rather rough associates coming in." He glances around and then leans in close to whisper conspiritorially, "They think they're shadowrunners." He winks to indicate that he's joking, "But don't spoil their fun by laughing. And bring me my usual, will you? There's a dear..." He gives her a rather familiar pat as she bounces away, giggling.

Tiggy's is definitely not the most high class location he'd ever met in, but Felina guaranteed that the service was nice, and he'd heard that the two meeting rooms were some of the hardest to eavesdrop on, partly because of the standard jamming equipment, and partly because the Ork behind the bar was rather picky about the people that used them.

He strolled towards the back, the slightly open door giving evidence that the second and smaller of the two rooms was available. Although not his first choice, it would do nicely.

[phelious fogg]

Bear chips the picture into his pocket sec and faxes it off to Garrison, as well as a picture of the Package, he soon arrives at Tiggy's on foot, his nice walk through seatle easing his mind and his nerves. When he arrives, he looks at the multi colored plascrete and smiles, it reminds him of a trashy bar him and his compatriots would frequent in the SSC. He shakes his head and walks inside out of the rain, and takes his rainsoaked coat off and hangs it on one of the few unbroken hooks beside the door. Seeing Assez, Barron, and Rent already there, he nods his head at them. He walks up the bartender and asks for a drink, "What's the hardest drink you have?" then he thinks again, "Don't tell me what it is, but give me two, thanks." and he slides a credstick across teh counter to cover his drinks.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Noting Bear as he enters and orders, he nods in return, then looks to see who else he's nodding to. He makes eye contact with each in turn, noting their positions so he doesn't lose them.

[Herald of Verjig...]

Arriving last, and with a few extra copies of the disk, Kull finally makes it to Tiggy's.
As he notices Felina: "Someone willing to take fate in her own hands and make reality change."
To Felina: "I am looking for an overdressed man who has probably arrived here recently, he has been using the name 'Assez'"

[last_of_the_grea...]

He catches Kull's entrance. They were all here. Now they just had to stagger their approaches. He assumed there was some sort of back room and watched to see who went there first. He ordered a Shirley Temple as he waited, then hit himself with a Healthy Glow spell to spruce himself up a bit. No point in being seen all scruffy! Appearances had to be maintained!

[Fenris]

He nods to Kull as he enters the samller back room, giving Felina a warm smile as he takes the drink she delivered along with the runner.

He motions Kull to a chair, still smiling warmly, and asks casually, "How long before the rest arrive?"

[Herald of Verjig...]

"Everyone else is in the bar waiting for an epiphany."

Kull then finds a seat with reasonable a periferal view of the entrance.

[Glyph]

Sipping at the beer he just ordered from the bar ("Not bad... not great, but not bad." he thinks to himself), Rent ambles back towards the back room when he sees Kull head that way, then nods at the other two as he sits down. He makes no attempt to be inconspicuous - he figures 5 well-dressed strangers will stand out no matter what they do.

[phelious fogg]

Bear downs the two drinks he ordered, and then walks across the room. He takes a seat in the back room, and rests his head against the wall. He smiles as the remainder of the group moves into the room, and closes the door after the last one enters. "So any new information in the last hour?"

[last_of_the_grea...]

Before heading over to the table, Baron gives a quick look-see, checking for anyone who might be paying too much attention. After finishing his drink, he heads over to the table, seating himself as if he were the king at thehead of a table of subjects. He nods to all in turn, then says, "I see we all made it."

[Herald of Verjig...]

Kull places the original disk and a copy on the table.
"I intend to seek out those who deal in subtle transit methods and see if any of them know about our suspect and if he is in the area. I made a few more copies of the data than I expect I will need, and I may not be able to get any solid results befour our job starts, but it seems like a better start than just waiting to see if he attacks. Any other plans to make this job easier?"

[:ooc:]Rampant empathic sensing: 1,2,5,5,9[/:ooc:]

[last_of_the_grea...]

Baron pulls out his pocket computer and slots the chip into it, loading the information. As it uploads into it he says, "I have a couple of contacts who may know about our Ms. Johnson and Mr. Nojibot, but I was wondering if anyone has a cybercam or some such thing and was able to get a picture of Mr. Johnson. I'd like to know a bit more about him, too."

After waiting for (and hopefully recieving) an answer, he also says, "I said I would reveal my capabilities. I am a sorceror. Specifically, a combat sorceror. I suppose you all remember that I can analyze truth and mindlink. I can also use levitation, individual and erea affecting stunning attacks and a subtle influencing spell. I am accomplished at aura reading and, thanks to my implants, can see a lot farther than any normal eyes can. I'm handy with a pistol, but mostly keep one for "dress." I imagine my task in this job will be as reserve, filling in where needed as well as observation. Perhaps you would care to share what you bring to the table, now?" He says the question as if the answering of it was expected and that the answer would be accommodating. Not rude or demanding, just...expectant.

[Glyph]

Rent looks thoughtful for a minute, as if he is mentally cataloguing Baron's abilities, before he replies. "I have a lot of experience and knowledge in professional bodyguarding, although I've always worked under the table. I am an adept. Although I don't have a smartlink, or any other kind of cyberware, I am still a lethal shot with a pistol, and I am also a lot quicker than I look. I can deal with high society and the seamy underbelly of Seattle with equal ease, and I can play it subtle or hard as the situation demands."

[Fenris]

AS the entire group files in and sites down, Assez takes a second to reach into his coat pull out a small pentagram, pressing a button on the top of the device and setting it on the table top, before the conversation starts. Anyone with abnormal hearing will catch the familiar hiss of a white noise generator.

"I'm a bit more familiar with our current type of job. I've worked as a professional bodyguard for several years now. Our primary purpose was to guard without appearing to guard, so I've got some experience in blending in with various locales. I speak Japanese, Spanish, French, Russian, and I'm chipped for German, Portuguese, and Chinese as well. I'm a crack shot with a pistol and a rifle, as well as having some skill in close combat, electronics, and stealth. I'm in excellent shape, and can hold my own in a conversation regarding multiple subjects, including literature, physics, and pyscology. More importantly, I've had extensive training on terrorist tactics, the kind utlized by snipers, asassins, and shadowrunners, which definitely applies to situations such as this."

[Herald of Verjig...]

"I prefer a decorative water sculpture for my white noise. By the standard phraseology, I am an adept. With my weapon of choice, or any of similar role, I am very competant in a fight. My senses are tuned to a level of competence that only the finest circuitry can approach. I am also proficient at gathering information from unwilling sources and have reasonable medical skill."

[phelious fogg]

Bear thinks a bit about his role in all this, "I've been a Bodygaurd in the Salish Sihde Council for about four years now. Now Im doing freelance work." He pauses, "Im good with a gun and I'm a smooth talker, that about covers it."
He chuckles, and sits back, waiting for the conversation to continue

[last_of_the_grea...]

His pocket secretary finishes uploading the info on the chip. He quickly organizes it and slots his credstick and spending 400 nuyen. He sends the info with a request for info to his contacts, giving each 200 nuyen to cover their troubles. He ejects the chip and sets it back on the table.

"Anyone here good with computers? Access to guest lists, security and delivery lists and tapping into her phone line and such would be usefull. Also, is anyone here a good driver or rider? We'll need to have a tail put on her if she goes out. Perhaps someone has a contact with a taxi company and could get a cab for a few days that we use specifically to driver her around. Or a limo service even."

He pauses for a moment, then mentions, "It may not seem like much, but if there's no time for showering and changes of clothes, I will use my healthy glow spell to keep anyone who wishes it presentable. It's good for getting blood off, too."

Sometimes a token of aid such as this was a usefull carrot to dangle to gain a little good will.

[Fenris]

"Well, now that all that's been established to everyone's satisfaction, I think we need to get down to the important details of the case. Since we have two magically active people present, amazingly enough, and two non, I'd like to propose a rotating schedule, with half the team in close proximity to the target and half at a distance at any one time. We can rotate through the team as locales change to prevent the target from getting suspicious. Of course, this is assuming everyone can keep a low profile while near the target. 1 "Awakaned"," he glances to Baron, "Is that the proper term? 1 Awakened member of the group and one mundane member in close proximity, and the others at a distance. I suggest this because it may be necessary to physically prevent harm from coming to the client while under our protection, and observing from a distance does not always allow one the freedom of intervening at will."

[last_of_the_grea...]

He merely nods at the title of awakened.

"I might suggest a rotating schedule, but since it is a four day contract, I suggest it involve one person be sleeping at any one time in 2 hour intervals. It's hard to maintain concentration for more than 6 hours and this schedule should make for the equivelant of a solid night's sleep. I haven't any Long Haul and am reluctant to use such measures unless nessesary."

[phelious fogg]

"I agree," Bear chimes in, "after all, its not like we can sleep when she does."

"I guess whats most important at the moment is how we deal with her arrival."

[Street Wyze]

Consulting the data provided, the team learns that she is arriving at 10:00 in the morning at pier 14 in the Tacoma docks district. Her cruise ship is registered as the Lauren Belle, under the ownership of Parlerai Cruise Inc.

She has reservations at the Laubenstein Plaza, a very nice hotel in central Seattle. The runners also have two rooms there, already rented. The team find four maglock keys in the case, two for each room, which need to be returned to the hotel at the end of their stay.

[phelious fogg]

One of us shoudl arrive as her driver, and the rest of us should act as tails for a block or three at a time, cycling in and out so there is always two of us in the immediate vicinity, after we get to the Hotel, two of us should be in the lobby, prehaps checking in? After that things will probably cool down a bit an we shoudl be able to settle into a nice rotational schedule.

[last_of_the_grea...]

"That sounds reasonable." Baron looks from runner to runner with a slight, cocky smile. He loved being agreed with! "As I asked before, who here is a good driver? Some arrangement will have to be made about being her driver. We'll need to know if she was going to have one first, then what company." He turns his gaze to Assez. "I suggest you take care of this research. You're the one who's mentioned having technical skills and will be most likely to be able to deal with the computer side of this run...unless anyone else wishes to speak up now and mention their hacking skills?" He pauses, waiting for anyone to pipe up. He looks over to Kull. "Since your senses are so strong and you have bodyguard experience to go with them, I suggest you be her driver if you have reasonable driving skills. I'd like the one closest to her to be able to react to a changing situation with alacrity." He turns to look at Bear next. Why don't you go and check out the pier she is to arrive at? Recon the erea. I'll do the same at the hotel here. We can rendezvous at room..." he picks up a passkey and reads the number out loud, "when all is done. My radio will be set to frequency Alpha one one seven niner. My cell number is *********" ((OOC...couldn't think of a number)). If any of us happen to be outside radio range, use the multiple caller option on your phones." He pockets the passkey and waits for responses.

[phelious fogg]

"If you dont want to hack the company to add a driver, we could just repaint my car, its practically a bulletproof taxi anyways, same make and model as most companies use. Then we need only waylay the driver."