IC: first shadow, it is what it says, chum Options

[Aku]

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[Aku]

sept. 1. 2061

It's a cold rainy, day in pittsburgh, but when isn't it? at 11 AM



Wormwood:

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You feel a slight vibration in your ear. As you answer it, you recognize the voice of Jack, your fixer. "hey, wormy!" He says in his still obnoxious manner. "Man do i have a job for you, the meets down in market square, at where else but Primanti's. If you're interested just show up, the guys renting the place for the evening.

Mason:

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Your phone rings. When you answer it, you recognize the voice is Thalia "hey baby, i was at at primanti's last night..helping.. some of the boys, ya know how i do?, well, they said something about some big wig renting the place out tonight, thought ya might be interested...maybe we can get together sometime if this turns into something good for ya", she finishes in a very seductive voice "ya know?"

boo:

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Your com unit picks up an incoming message, Flaaged as being from Tian Burtoni. "Hey, Boo, it's Tian, got word of something going down at primanti's in market square, be there if ya want in on some hot drek, Tian out."

Stush:

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You feel a tickle in your ear, before you relaize it's your phone, you're hearing pualsen on the other end "Hey stush, paulsen, got work if you're interested, go to primanti's in market square tonight if your interested.

[FrostyNSO]

"Havn't heard from you in a while, Thalia. For a moment I thought the rough and tumble life of a professional clubber might've been a bit too much for you." I reply. "So who is this bigwig, and how might this concern me? Am I going to be able to walk right in, or is this your little way of chaining me to your arm for another night?" I walk into the livingroom and use the remote to flip on the trid, switching to KSAF news. "As for getting together, god knows we have a lot of fun together, but Thalia, don't you remember? We're through." I place extra emphasis on the last word. Walking to the fridge and holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder, I drink orange juice straight from the carton while waiting for her reply, half-listening to the news broadcast.

[Slacker]

Wormwood: "Bonjour Jacques. What the F$# are you calling me before noon for? Do you have any idea what time I got in this morning?"..."What was that? You got a job for me? Sounds good. It's been a while since my last run so I could use some cash. You got any info on the Johnson for me? Will the job be a solo like the last one or will I be working with some backup for a change?"

[hahnsoo]

Boo: "Yes, yes... mmm, hmmm. Sure I can be there, kinda busy right now, I'll get back to you pronto." The large Troll quickly tackles the call with his transducer, not missing a beat with his task at hand. He releases the pressure bulb, and looks at his charge with a stern face. "Now, Mrs. Wilson, you haven't been taking your hyperprolol, have you? Your blood pressure is 200 over 80. That's awfully high, don't you think?" He listens and nods as she gives her meek replay. "Can't afford it? I see... well, we're going to have to put you back on a water pill, then." He scribbles out the prescription, then walks out with the lady. The seats surrounding the single doorway are crowded, and the Troll sees his partner, a Hispanic middle-aged woman, already doing examinations on the people in the lobby.

"Ah, Rita. I think I have some work to do. I'm glad you're here, mind covering the clinic for a while?"

"Well, my shift doesn't start for a couple of hours, but I thought you'd need the help, mi amigo." She smiles, and says something in Spanish to the child she was examining. "You'll be back later?"

"Of course. Mind if I take 'the company van'" He chuckles at the little joke.

"Sure thing, 'boss'" she says sarcastically as he ambles out the door, taking off his white coat and stethoscope.

He climbs into the modified Brumby and finishes the call to his fixer. "Alright, scan me. What's the job?"

[Bastard]

Its nice comming home to a blinking trid. Its almost always good news, either work or girls, I wish...

Hitting the replay button I get Mr. Fixx's video message. Delete. I dont need to hear his long drawn out speels with less than relevant information.

Speed dial number 1: Fixer

"Hey Mr. Fixx! Whats the job?"

[Aku]

to everyone:

Well, details on the job are a bit sketchy, i was just given the meet info, and told to send the buy guy i know to primanti's, and so i called you. Be there by 5 pm. sorry i dont have more for you.

[Slacker]

Womwood: "Merci, Jack. If you find out any info on the Johnson, I'd appreciate a call."
'Guess I better go check the place out ahead of time. With this little information it could be a setup,' he think to myself. Then he does the usual waking up things and he heads out the door on his way to Primanti's.

[Aku]

Wormwood:

As you leave your modest apartment house and begin walking towards the river, you are reminded tot he fact that you live on the northside of Pittsburgh. Crossing into the relatively safe Allegheny square, you hear gunshots behind you, to see two realtively cute hispanic girls around a can with a fire in it... shot dead by a car now racing down the street, towards you. the car goes squealling across three lanes of traffic, and speeding down the forth lane, the wrong direction towards 7th street, on the one way only allegheny commons.

you on the other hand take the realtively safer shortcut through the commons where the best of the best of the northside live (realtive, ofcourse) Coming out on the otherside through a deserted mall. You quickly find yourself passing the ancient PNC park and Heinz field down the road, and crossing the 6th street bridge across the Allegheny. a few more blocks down the street and you find yourself in market square, with all of its... unique smells.Primanti's is on the far side of the square, which you Jostle around people to get too. You immediately see two doors leading into the building, as well as five tables on the outside sporting "Iron City" and "rolling Rock" beach umbralla's.

[FrostyNSO]

"Always a stickler for detail as usual, Thalia." Mason replies sarcastically. "If you're not busy, I'll be grabbing lunch at Thai Pavilion around noon. It's been a long time since we've actually done anything together, but maybe we could grab some lunch." he adds cautiously. "To talk about who you've been talking to."

After getting off the phone, Mason takes care of his morning routine and heads out.

[hahnsoo]

Boo: At the designated time for the meet, the tired but well-dressed troll drives the decorated Brumby over to Primanti's. He's been there before, for many occasions (work-related and otherwise). Unsure of whether or not the restaurant is open, he heads to the front door, walking casually.

[Bastard]

"Common Fixx, you know I like meets a bit later in the evening. The whole thing sounds like a set up to me. I guess I will check it out, though. Hate to turn down cash, but tell Johnson not to try any funny business-or I'll bop him with The Magic Stick," screen goes blank.

Sounds sketchy, but dont all meets. I would be more suspicious if it wasn't. Better get some sleep anyhow, it's going to be a long night.

[Aku]

ooc: everyone, i applogize for cutting some of the pre meet stuff short but i feel i let this sit long enough and want to get it moving.

Mason:

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"MMM Thai, you know i couldnt pass that up, i'll be there." she says and hangs up. She meets you at the restaurant, and you have a nice lunch, and she keeps trying to bring up the "old times", obviously still hung over you. Unfortunately, she doesnt seem to know any more about the meet than she told you, and you get the feeling that if she did know anything it would be spewing out her mouth, to make you as happy as she can.

4:45 PM
Everyone



Right at a quarter til 5, 3 vehicles pull up infront of Primanti's, 2 Bulldog security vans, and one limo in between the Bulldogs. First, 3, trolls, 2 orks and a lone human get out of the Bulldogs al wearing fine suits. The orks walk towards one of the doors each, and the trolls go inside, while the human goes and opesn up to the door to the limo. Stepping out of the limo is an elderly gentleman. They quickly survey the scene around them, and walk into Primanti's.

After a brief moment, the younger human walks outside carrying, and stands by the main entrance, observing the square, as if he's looking for something or someone. as he scans the crowd and notices each one of you, he looks in the folder, and looks back up at you, and nodding at you...

[FrostyNSO]

Mason shoots a nod back at the younger man, and approaches, greeting him with imitated familiarity.
"Good to see you. The name's Riley." Mason attempts to shake the man's hand, reaching forward and continuing, "I apolagize if I'm unsure who I'm supposed to be meeting here. Would my business be with you, or your associate?"
Mason punctuates his sentence with a million-nuyen smile.

[Slacker]

Wormwood raises his head briefly in acknowledgement of the young man. He weaves his way through the crowd toward him, keeping an eye out for others doing the same.

'Hmm...it looks like somebody else it heading to talk to him,' Wormwood thinks as he spots a well dressed human breaking from the crowd and moving to speak to the young man.

When Wormwood reaches the young man, he bows slightly and says "Monsieur Johnson is expecting me."

[Aku]

Mason:

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When you approach, the man shakes your hand and quickly answers your Query.

"Your direct business Is with my colleague inside, and we are well aware as to who you are. My job is to weed out the...uninvited that might try to get inside. Please, go in, feel free to order whatever you'd like." As you finish shaking his hand, and glancing over him, you dont see any large weaponry on his body, however the larger bodyguards are obviously well prepared to meet any threat to their employers.

Wormwood

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You are summarily greeted as the man ahead of you was. "Please, feel free to order what you wish, my colleague will be with you shortly."

[Bastard]

After watching his two colleagues pass the younger man, Hooter follows them. He attempts to walk past the younger human, without acknowledging him other than an orkish grunt. When he is stopped, he simply replies, "Im wit dem!"

[Aku]

hooter:

"well, if you're with THEM, who ARE they? hmmm?" The young man replies coyly.

[Bastard]

Grunt, grunt. "Errr...you should know, ya hired dem!" Hooter continues on past the man, unless physical restraint is attempted.

[Aku]

Hooter:

The man chuckles to himself. "No matter if you know who they are, what is important is that we know who you are, go on in, have whatever you'd like."

[Bastard]

The ork grunts again, "Damned right I will have what me want, who gonna stop me?", he mutters as he follows his comrades in.

His speach is deep and slow, but it picks up with excitement as he closes in on his chummers. "Hey guys, whatta dey got dat wont make me sick!? Ewww! is that soy?!" His voice is loud and booming now, "Soy sucks donkey di...oh," his voice trails off again. "Hello Mista Johnson."

[Aku]

The old man speaks. "well, i'm glad the three of you could make it. there was supposed to be a fourth, but i guess he decided my work was beneath him, but no matters. I am sorry so little information was available to all of your fixers, but that was the way it had to be, i dont normally get involved in these sorts of works, but alas it is nescesary. I have been informed that my primary rival is designing a prototype, that if successful, will allow his comany to mass produce at no cost our product..." He continues as he fiddles with a katsup bottle "needless to say this would be disasterious to our company, despite our having the industry lead for over a century and a half now. "i would like you to retreive the plans for this device, and any parts that they have already built. If it is finished, and too large to carry as I'm sure something like this would be, destroy it by any means needed. If there are no other questions for me, my son, John the second will give you the details you'll need."

[Bastard]

"Ahhh..?," Hooter questions, raising his hand to get everyone's attention. "Mista Johnson? I know me only a little ork, but there is four of us," he points at each of his teamates as he calls out their name. "One, Wormwood, two, Mason, tree, Boo, and four....wait, who is four?," looking around confused, "...oh yeah dat me, Hooter, hehehehe," his laugh is slow, deep and retarded.

[FrostyNSO]

"I must inform you, Mr. Johnson, that Hooter is correct." Mason jumps in. "I am no middleman or negotiator, I am part of the team and will be taking part in the run, so that makes four." Mason looks around the table and continues. "Now if we are to aquire said plans for you, we will need to know who's party we will be crashing, and we'll need to know where this party is. Also, it is of particular interest to us who may already be in attendance." Mason pauses, "Security-wise I must clarify." Motioning to the others with a gentle wave, "Also, as I am sure my collegues are wondering, what may be the pay for this helpful deed?"

[Slacker]

With a simple gesture of his hand, Wormwood silently offers to help the old man with opening the katsup bottle since he seemed to be having difficulties with it.
When the old man was finished talking, Wormwood says "Monsieur, as my colleagues have indicated, we do have some questions about the job. But as your son is here, I find I have only one question to direct to yourself. Once it is answered, we will leave you to enjoy your meal in peace."
"Does your son have your confedence and authority in all matters of this run?" asks Wormwood. "If not, I would ask that negotiation of our fee be handled first."