Living in the Shadows: IC, Jan 8th-14th Options

[Cthulhu449]

09:15:12 Thursday, 11 January 2063-1878 N. Boylston Ave Apt 4N, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

"Sorry, no such luck for you,�

12:38:56 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - In Transit, Tacoma Seattle, UCAS

After a morning of shopping and small talk, a long car trip into Tacoma was exciting in comparison, especially with the frame of the vehicle rattling like a broken washing machine, threatening to fly apart at any moment.

“Is it supposed to rattle like that?� Leo asked sourly as he watched the scenery fly by on the I-5, Gridguide cars giving the rickety Dodge a wide berth. The question was mostly rhetorical, but Roderick wasn’t hampered by such trivial concerns.

“That’s power, man; I call it ‘cruising gear.’ That’s what all those electric cars are missing out there. You can’t even tell if you’re moving in those things,� As if to accentuate his point he cut in front of a small Jackrabbit, forcing the other vehicle to decelerate rapidly.

“Hmm,� Leo grunted, but he doubted he could be heard over the “power� and incessant click-clang pealing out from somewhere in the dash. He checked the mirrors for any tails out of habit, but nothing was there besides an angry dwarf businessman jamming the horn of his Jackrabbit. Leo found himself wishing he hadn’t cancelled his sparring match with Lyssa earlier that morning.

After a while they exited onto 705, then trickled down into the smaller streets and parked at a marina located on Dock street under the Murray Morgan bridge.

“Wait in the car for a moment until I get out,� Leo said, holding a hand up before the mage and opening the passenger door.

“Yeah, yeah man,� Roderick replied, familiar with the car exiting procedures Leo had insisted upon at every store they had visited that morning.

Leo pulled himself out of the car and surveyed the marina before motioning his charge with the ‘all clear’.

[grendel]

20:48:19 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

Despite the late Sunday hour, the bar upstairs from the Landing was still busy, almost all of the tables full, people seeking to drain one last hour from the weekend before slouching home towards the work week. Shifting to one side, Ludi let her gaze wander over the crowd, feeling comfortable anonymous in the molten shadows of the bar. She could see Zeyda at his usual table, deep in discussion over his commlink. Every once in a while his gaze lifted to traverse the head of the staircase, ever watchful in case one of his many appointments arrived. Rack, his bodyguard, hovered at a nearby table, close enough to intervene if something should go wrong, but far enough away to preserve the fixer's sense of privacy.

Ludi leaned against one of the waist high tables near the stairs, savoring the last of her cigarette. Zeyda's eyes found hers and he nodded, holding up a pair of fingers. Ludi shrugged, making her way to the bar to get a drink while the fixer completed whatever business currently occupied him.

Less than five minutes later he was off the phone, motioning the slim Russian woman over to the seat across from him. Ludi held her drink in the same hand she held her cigarette, her offhand, letting it dangle across the back of the seat where the smoke would rise harmlessly to the ceiling. Zeyda smiled, an expression which, while lacking true emotion, was friendly enough.

"It's good to see you again, Ludi. Everything you ordered has been supplied. It's waiting at the take out window downstairs under my name."

[Mister Juan]

20:52:03 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

As she sat across from Zeyda, Ludmilla gave him a smile of her own. She brought her off so she could put her vodka martini down on the table, and did her best to avoid smoking up the whole area. Apparently, if the fixer had heard of how her last job had fared, he wasn't touching a word about it.

With a polite nod of acknowledgment, she unbuttoned her jacket slightly; just enough to allow her hand to slide in to retrieve her pocket secretary. Sticking the slim cigarette between her lipsticked lips, she used her now free hand to get the certified credstick Sascha had given her.

“Spasiba.� she said through half closed lips, slotting the credstick in and sending over what was left of the payment.

Disconnecting the now useless tube, she threw it back into her pocket, and pulled the cigarette out of her mouth. Gently, in an almost sensual gesture, she parted her lips. The smoke slowly rose out of her mouth, gliding toward the celling.

“I wanted to thank you for that earlier... how to say... referral. You know very....� she stopped to look for the proper word, making great effort to get her pronounciation as spot on as her thick accent could “interesting people�.

She took a second drag off her now dying cigarette.

“I was wondering� she exhaled “if I could ask something from you. I need information about incoming and outgoing calls made from a private telecom line... I don't have the number, but I know the addresse of the linkup.�

[grendel]

20:52:51 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

Zeyda nodded in response to Ludi's thanks.

"Glad to hear it worked out. As for information searches, I'm afraid that I lack the appropriate skills. However, I can put you in touch with an individual who is very capable in sifting through the binary ether and acquiring information. Can you meet tonight?"

[Mister Juan]

20:53:02 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

Sticking the cigarette between her lips, Ludmilla inhaled as she nodded her head. She hadn't exactly planned on going to another meet tonight, since she knew very well she need the sleep and the rest for tomorrow.... But the faster she got her info, the faster she'd be out of trouble.

[bclements]

12:50:17 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS


Roderick got out of the old Z-M on Leo’s beckoning, the suspension groaning and rising as he got out of the driver’s seat, either from relief from his weight or lack of maintenance Leo didn’t know. Popping the coupe’s driver side seat forward, he pulled out one if the plastic bags that they’d purchased from shopping earlier in the day. Motioning toward a spot where a large unattached tractor hauled flatbed trailer, was close to a section were large shipping containers were stacked over the chain-link-razorwire-topped fence, Roderick trotted over to the section, which wasn’t far from where Leo had looked for possible ambushes.

No one was in the immediate vicinity, although Leo was concerned with the amount of trailers and cargo containers within gunshot range. The large container cranes, about a kilometer distant, could hold a sniper; the . The wind whipped overhead, but was surprisingly calm in this area, sheltered from the strong buffets off the Sound by the large stacks of cargo containers. Most of the port had been cleared of ice and snow as well, but large puddles of IceMelter and water lay around the entranceway to the port, occasionally kicked up by the pre-programmed load-movers scurrying around the outer truck-yard outside of the Port’s gates.

“Ok, this shouldn’t take long,� Roderick naseled, positioning and snugging himself in a dry spot under the back wheels of the flatbed. Moving to a sitting cross-legged position while retrieving a small bundle of what looked to be a bundle of fresh cut wooden sticks bound with a thin fraying rope from the plastic bag; whispering a few low intoned phrases at the bunch, he placed them between his legs. Leo saw him typing in a message on his commlink; 30 seconds later, Roderick nodded with the reply. “Ok, Gar’s in the system, showing nobody around here. He’ll let you know if something show’s up out of norm, so keep that phone on vibrate and ready. A ‘bot truck will show up to pick up that trailer over there,� Roderick motioned toward an I-shaped container transport trailer, “in about 3 minutes. Just keep down, and nothing should happen,� he said, a flash of professionalism flashing over his face.

“Stay sharp, I’ll be back in about 5 minutes. I’ll find my meat bod if you need to move, just keep that bundle near us,� he said, leaning back up against the trailer tires and seeming to pass out as his astral form left his body, leaving Leo alone in the traileryard.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

12:55:01 Monday January 08, 2063 - Northbound 405 - Seattle UCAS

The conversation quickly turned to nuts-and-bolts discussions of how the trio might deal with the variety of situations they could encounter and it took no time at all to realize they were going to need help. Gear and skills the group lacked. Erebus let the car's dog-brain pilot the vehicle along while he got out his cell and dialed in Elan's message line.

"Hoi, Elan, it's me again. I need some gear and some special skills and am in a time crunch. You know I got the money, since you're the one who delivered it to me, so I'm going to leave you a list of stuff and see what you can come up with fast. I'm also going to need a couple of specialist, rigger and magician, preferably with combat skills, available for the next 24 hours. Simple extraction, target friendly but guard forces not. Get back to me at this number soonest."

Knowing that they'd need more information and remembering the old adage about knowing the terrain he directed the autopilot towards the airfield, looking for a coffin hotel where Sybersnake could jack in and get them the information they'd need.

[Cthulhu449]

12:51:23 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS

Leo paced back and forth, keeping warm and making himself a harder target for any potential snipers. His Ares Predator was snug in his crossed arms, cocked, locked, and hidden beneath his green-fatigue jacket. The smart link responded with a clean signal, informing him that he had a full clip loaded, the safety was on, and the barrel was ambient temperature with no deformation detected. Roderick was for the most part safe sitting with his back to one of the flatbeds, and there weren’t too many people in Seattle who could make the shot necessary to hit Leo while he was moving.

Everything seemed clear, but he kept on his toes nonetheless, if only because Roderick had seemed serious for the first time since they’d met.

[grendel]

20:53:31 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

"I'm assuming, of course, that you'll be able to get online. The individual that you're looking for goes by the name Oracle, and you can find him at the matrix club Palatine. I'll send him a message and tell him to expect you tonight. He'll be able to answer your questions better than I can."

Zeyda made a note to himself in his pocket secretary before glancing back to meet Ludi's gaze.

"Is there anything else?"

[bclements]

12:52:15 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS

Leo had been pacing in a small circuit in and around the empty trailers lodged in th frigid parking area for almost minute (that certainly felt a lot longer to him) more when the phone Izir had given him buzzed in his pocket.

That loader's running a bit early. It's set to pickup a trailer about 50 feet north from where you currently are. I'd get down by that flatbed Rod's under till it passes, a smooth, clear female voice said over the link.

[Cthulhu449]

12:52:37 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS

“Sure…thanks,�

Leo made it a point not to argue with mysterious women who called him on his employer’s phone. The rule went double if they seemed to know exactly where he was with no visible surveillance in the area. He hunkered down on the balls of his feet next to Roderick and made a quick check for any nearby cameras, listening devices, or rigged vehicles besides the loaders that patrolled the grounds – though they were suspect too. “The phone could be the source,� he thought to himself, “Stupid not to check it; I’ll have to work that out later.�

Once again he waited, vigilant, for the mage to awaken from his astral foray.

[Vegas]

13:06:17 Thursday, 11 January 2063, Tashirocaplan Artist Lofts, 115 Prefontaine Pl S, Seattle

Lana was about to snap back at Razor when Aidan spoke up and vied to keep the peace amongst friends.

“Everyone just chill out ok? Getting worked up ain’t gonna get us anywhere.�

Lana sighed heavily as the fight drained out of her with the breath. She looked around the loft at anything but her friend’s faces, settling on the clock display on the wall. Shit. Class.

“Look, sorry for flying off the handle, everything is just a little too much to take right now. I don’t know about you Kat but I can’t afford to lose any of my scholarship and grants because I start skipping on all my classes. I’m thinking being forced to focus on something other than the messes we’re all in might be good for my head, and my grades.�

Her eyes moved between Kat and Aidan’s faces.

“Besides, it’s not like I’d be alone on campus, I can stick to the quad and the like…�

Kat piped up “I don’t have that problem, it’s only my money that I’m pissing away if I stay home. Right now an extra long nap sounds devine.�

Aidan seemed reluctant to let her go off on her own, but knew he couldn’t keep her out of classes and put her future in jeopardy. “Just call us if you run into trouble, or something seems fishy babe.�

“I promise I will Aidan. I’ll be fine, really.�

She gave him a little kiss on his cheek and gave Kat a hug as she hefted her bag over her shoulder again.

“I should be back around 5’ish tonight guys. We can grab a bite to eat and figure out how to keep tabs on O’Halloran to get something that has to give us some kind of leverage. He’s got to slip up some time right?�

She nodded to Razor as she made her way to the door of the loft.

13:52:11 Thursday, 11 January 2063, Meany Hall - University of Seattle

Lana ran across the bricks that covered the outdoor patio outside the Performing Arts building wondering if she’d have enough time to make it to the locker rooms to change before class started. Mark Haim wasn’t the type of artist who appreciated students coming into class late, and Modern II was a foundations class for her future degree. She picked up her pace as she dodged students moving slower than she was on the patio.

[bclements]

12:53:17 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS

Gar saw the lot in a window of her current vision; one of her deployed rotodrones was a 150 meters over, and had a great overview of everything but the actual piers. The squat, automated trailer skitter was snaking though trailer parking area at a preprogrammed 10 KPH though the semi-fractal derived parking lanes toward where Roderick and his bodyguard were. She’d almost told the guy Izir hired to drag Roderick’s body out to the programmed path of the loader instead of to take cover; having grown up in Auburn under a father that had only gotten out of hock with the Mafia after his organs were sold off, she didn’t understand why someone would get into debt with them.

Izir’s right, though. He’s good enough for this job, and the extra nuyen won’t hurt at all. We are dumping him after this, though, or I’m breaking his nose just like I broke drekwipe’s down there she thought as the loader picked up the indicated trailer and meandered back toward the gate. She started a timer to check the time, but it seemed to be pretty reliable.

Thumbing up the bodyguard’s LTG, she opened a line. Ok, you’re clear after the trailer passes. Sorry about the communication hassle, but I’m not patching you in until I know you. By the way, if you get the chance, kick that asshole a few times for me. Tell him Gar's still pissed she said, and cut the line, moving back to making sure that the hauler was still on schedule.

[Cthulhu449]

12:54:09 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS

“Will…� *click* “…do,�

Leo flipped the hand receiver off and gave Roderick a small kick.

“I think that was your sister; same attitude,� he told the lifeless body. He wasn’t surprised when there was no response. The trailer continued to trundle down the road, and Leo watched it wind out of sight, then went back to scanning his surroundings. A few moments later the mage’s eyes fluttered and he finally awoke.

“Anything happen while I was out?� Roderick asked, voice slightly rough as if he had just been roused from a deep sleep. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and rubbed them back and forth briskly.

“No,� Leo answered, giving a curt shake of his head, “who is Gar though? I’m supposed to tell you she is still ‘pissed’. Anything I should worry about?�

Roderick assumed he must have misheard any sarcasm in his bodyguard’s voice.

[WinterRat1]

01:00:09 Wednesday, 10 January, 2063 - A Warehouse in the Barrens

Aiming first for the shotgun-toting gunman, Scrapheap fired off a quick, narrow burst designed to take his foe out quickly and efficiently. Although his shot was on target, the goon was armored, and apparently quite heavily, since the bullets smacking into his foe's black armor seemed to have no appreciable effect. Going with the recoil rather than fighting it, he fired in a wider arc, trying to make sure his shots at least stayed on target enough to hit his opponent. Once again, his shots proved true, and once again, it was uncertain how much, if any of an impact his shots had. Cursing under his breath, Scrapheap watched as his foes continued to advance.

As the enemy mercenaries(?) moved quickly along the catwalks, the one Scrapheap had been shooting at stopped, set himself, and returned fire with the shotgun. The shells smashed into the wall Scrapheap was hiding behind, sending splinters of plastiwood and glass flying, and causing him to duck back behind cover, as the shots were a little too close for comfort.

The shotgun goon's partner, toting an SMG, immediately laid down a sustained pattern of suppressing fire, designed to make John stay back where he was. Unable to come back out without risking getting hit, John had no choice but to get back around the wall and stay there, pinned down by the bullets ripping through his position.

Fortunately for him, the petite katana wielding waif was busy staving off the team heading up the middle catwalk. Hiding in the smoke from Scrapheap's grenade, Alleycat waiting until the middle team was within vocal range, then spoke firmly, "Jump down and kill THAT mage!" She watched in satisfaction as the two men, seemingly against their wills, immediately ran to the edge of the catwalk and jumped onto a shelving unit almost 10 meters below, although they stopped short of actually opening fire.

Noticing another pair of hostiles moving east on the south catwalk, she crouched low and waited...waited...and then...BOOM!!!

The flashbang's blinding light and sonic sound was just the cover she'd been waiting for, and immdiately she took off at a dead run down the center catwalk, trusting in the professionalism of her foes to prevent them from looking in the direction of the flash, which was what she was coming out of. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Nora had adhered to her uncle's instructions, and was lying flat on the floor, hands covering her head.

What was more interesting to her though, was the mage, Lady Dove, who had apparently listened to her instructions and summoned up a Spirit of Water, which took shape on the astral plane next to its summoner. She didn't have time to look at the spirit any closer though, as she was rapidly approaching her targets.

Once again, as she closed within vocal range, she said loudly, "Jump down on those men!" One of the team moved immediately to comply, immediately jumping down to a catwalk below, while his partner ran towards the railing, right behind him.

Below Alleycat and John's desperate fight for survival, covered by his City Spirit, Max continued to run towards the maniacal ETG and equally ferocious Blaze, who were holding back the ground invaders with nearly equal parts skill and glee.

From all appearances, the Warehouse Defenders looked to be well on their way out their exit point, as Knight managed to help Cao Jaan stagger to safety just around the corner, behind Blaze.

Meanwhile, overhead, the helicopter hovered, its rappelling lines still dangling tantalizing close to the roof...

[WinterRat1]

13:59:30 Thursday, 11 January 2063, Meany Hall Dance Studio - University of Seattle

Gasping and out of breath, Lana burst through the doors into her Modern Dance II practice room with a full 30 seconds to spare. She grinned to herself in satisfaction at making it on time, when she saw something that stopped her cold in her tracks.

Detectives Morris and Fox were standing there talking to Instructor Haim with grim looks on their faces. Seeing her enter, they immediately nodded to her teacher and shook his hand, then strode towards her with definite purpose, and that purpose practically screamed 'trouble'. Approaching her, Detective Morris smiled tightly and said, "Ms. Prevlov, we have some answers regarding your apartment, and we'd like you to come down to the station with us so we can discuss them with you."

As he spoke, Lana noticed Detective Fox shifting her position, almost as if she wanted to be properly situated in case Lana tried to bolt. And judging from Detective Morris's tone and the looks on the cops' faces, she was getting a very bad feeling that bolting might not be a bad idea after all...

[Vegas]

14:00:04 Thursday, 11 January 2063, Meany Hall - University of Seattle

She forced herself to take a deep breath, her mind spinning this in a million different directions at once of just how this could go. She could feel the eyes of all the other students in the class burning holes into her as they stared. It wasn’t often that detectives came in to dance classes and wanted to escort students away.

Shit.

Thankfully she probably had a better grasp on the layout of the hall than the detectives would if she decided to run. She thought about just what they could have to talk to her about as she stared them down and they all held their positions in a stalemate. Nothing they wanted to “talk� about could be good if they wanted her back down at the police station. She shook her head slightly from side to side as she mouthed the word “no� before she gulped down one last breath, turned on a heel and took off in the opposite direction towards the doors at the back of the room.

[Vegas]

14:00:07 Thursday, 11 January 2063, Meany Hall - University of Seattle

Lana knew she’d have the best chance of losing the detectives down a floor amidst all the practice rooms and subsequent locker rooms as well, which mean she needed to make it across the studio to the double doors on the opposite corner wall and down a short hall before hitting the stairs.

She didn’t think anymore beyond that as her body just went into autopilot and she sprinted across the hardwood floors in her bare feet. She just wanted to get away. From the cops, from the mess that her life was becoming.

[grendel]

13:10:47 Monday January 08, 2063 - Northbound on the 405 in Erebus' Car, Seattle, UCAS

The tension in the car climbed steadily the closer it came to the airfield, becoming a kind of palpable electricity. Sybersnake continued to sift through the electronic ether, her uplink allowing her to pull additional surveillance information on the airfield as well as the ground approaches to it. She remains silent, though, operational concerns unable to fully override the desperate fear of a mother for her child.

The shiver of Erebus' phone to an incoming call breaks the monotony of the drive.

"In trouble again, eh?" Elan sounds vaguely amused despite the late hour.

"Don't tell me, though! I don't want to know. I've got a line on a couple of guys I've worked with before. They're usually part of a larger crew but they occasionally do solo jobs. The driver goes by the name Bridger while the mage calls himself Shard. I've forwarded their LTG numbers to your phone. Watch your back out there, kid."

[Cedric Rolfsson]

01:10:58 Monday January 08, 2063 - Northbound on 405 - Seattle UCAS

Erebus could hear his fixer salivating about the profits involved with a rush order on restricted gear. His phone beeped the receipt of the LTGs into his ear.

"Trouble is what I get paid for friend. I'll call your guys pronto. Most of the gear I'm looking at, the flash paks, respirators, trauma patches, tranq patches, and Plasti-Cuffs shouldn't be too much trouble getting. If the electronics is a little harder, the 6 micro-cameras, comm jammers. How about the two sets of security armor, and maybe some APDS rounds for either a SMG or pistol?"

He knew the price tag was going to be hideous, but a dead man couldn't spend nuyen.

[grendel]

13:13:07 Monday January 08, 2063 - Northbound on 405 - Seattle UCAS

"Just some gear to go fishing with, eh? Flash-paks, trauma patches, respirators, tranq patches, and flexcuffs I can get within four hours. APDS is going to take at least twenty four, longer if you want more than one clip. Security armor will take six days, and that's paying double the going rate. What rating did you want the jammers? And were they area or directional? Basic cameras are only a hundred nuyen each, I've got 'em on the shelf. But if you want any kind of enhancements that'll be a special order. They usually come in a day or two, though."

[bclements]

12:55:10 Thursday, 11 January 2063 - Port of Seattle Transit Trailer Holding Area 5N, Tacoma, Seattle, UCAS

“Nothing you need to worry about,� Roderick said, touching his nose reflexively and maneuvering out of the underside of the flatbed trailer he was under. Leo scanned the area, seeing not much more than before: a few low rise office buildings across the highway from the trailer-park; stacks of standardized shipping containers and the medium size mobile cranes to move them; and in the distance closer to the waterfront, the high, overhead scaffolding of the offload-onload cranes snaking down to snag a container off a trailer and stack it on a waiting container ship. A few cameras were visable on the 5 meter tall chain link fencing, but only one of them pointed outward toward the truck park. Whatever she’s watching us on, it’s not close Leo thought.

“Still pissed, eh? She never did like that I didn’t chip in when her drones got shot up, but that slitch never did help with any of my supplies,� Roderick said, after getting up and straighting his coat.

“Let’s get back to the car and get out of here, it’s damn cold. I’ll call them when we get back, they’ve still got some work to do,� Roderick said, walking back toward the car.

[WinterRat1]

14:00:10 Thursday, 11 January 2063, Meany Hall - University of Seattle

Lana may have wanted to get away from the mess her life was becoming, but such philosophical thoughts would have to wait until she could get away from the very real threat the cops had suddenly become.

As she'd thought, Detective Fox had been waiting for her to run, as the female detective reacted quicker and more decisively than her male counterpart. As Lana turned and dashed for the double doors, Fox immediately gave chase.

Despite the teenager's sudden dash, the cop moved only a hair's breath slower, literally, as her initial grab for the soon-to-be young fugitive just missed grabbing her dark hair.

Not looking back, Lana sprinted desperately for the doors, not wanting to find out what exactly the cops wanted to talk to her about...

[Mister Juan]

20:53:50 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

Ludmilla picked up her drink, and sipped almost timidly from it.

“Actually, yes.�

She fished her pocket secretary from out of her jacket, pulled the little stylus from it's compartement and jotted down a few things on the screen. A few seconds later, Zeyda's own device beeped with it's received message.

Military Tutorsoft: Long Range Rifles and Sniping Technics
Military Tutorsoft: Heavy Weapons Operations
-Russian manuals preferred, but I can deal with UCAS, CAS or Sioux.

“Now, that is all that I need... “

[grendel]

20:54:39 Sunday, 14 January 2063 - Miner's Landing, Downtown, Seattle, UCAS

Zeyda's eyebrow lifted slightly at Ludi's request, but other than that he gave no indication.

"What ratings would you like? And I'm assuming you wanted the practical application series rather than the easier to acquire knowledge only series. I'll have to do some checking around, but right now I'll say thirty six hours. If it's sooner I'll drop you a text."