IC: Parting the Veil, IC roleplaying for Parting the Veil Options

[Fenris]

Iblis

Vinnie unconciously runs a hand through his thinning hair, rapidly handwriting a note into his p-sec. "Alright babe, just for you though. I'll do this for 800k, assuming you're moving another 5.2mil. Capice?"

The names come through in a hastily hand scrawled note off Vinnie's p-sec.

"These guys have been a royal pain in my ass recently, every since we started going back and forth with Yami.

Eric
Evans
Tombstone
Joli
Bloodmoon
Lee"

Attached to the note is a series of files, each one with a corresponding runner's name on it. They contain pictures, each looking like they were taken at exactly the same location, the scene of a business building's lobby and the street in the backdrop.

Also attached are 20 account codes for various independent banks around the world. These go away 24 hrs after cred hits them, so let me know as soon as you dump it and we'll start processing.

Jake

Fixx glances up from the list as you toss on your coat.

"I assume nobody here is a close, personal friend?" he says with a bit of a smile. "I'll see what I can do."

Stephan is quietly busy, as usual, even during the short pre-lunch meeting he manages to squeeze in on short notice. He scans over the list, glancing up to you with a slightly arched brow.

As the somewhat more innocuous conversation continues, he sends the list back with a red circle around the name Joli and a short comment - "Skip this one. Attached to Draco."

[Buddha72]

"Ok I'm on it and I'll get back to ya later. Ciao!" The small neon rabbit whips away the sign, turns teasingly and moons the fixer before fading from the image link. Iblis releases the portal and returns to her deck. She pauses looking around her virtual world before quickly sending off a series of messages and requests.

Time to get to work, Mama has bills to pay...........

[Buddha72]

Time passes as the furry decker lies in a corner attached to her deck. The tangy smeel of sweat fills the air as her body begins to twitch occasionally and random muscles fire. After an hour, her hand rises to pull out her data jack, her hand visibly shaking. Her face is slick and her breath ragged. She takes a moment to open up a sports drink with a label proclaiming more Z fruity additives. Chugging it back, not caring as excess runs down the side of her face. Dragging her arm across her face, she lets out a long breath.

"Ok all, my part for this is done for the bank end. I need to sleep and then I'll take a run at the security on the guy's place. I DO NOT want to do that again anytime soon. As far as the bank knows, he withdrew his money from the bank and sent it elsewhere. I left trails linking the runners Viinnie wanted targeted, or at least the ones whoever feed me the info about. Thanks to whoever did that by the way, it was exactly what I needed. We do not talk about this to anyone or my furry ass is toast and before I check out I will personally fill your head with as many bullets as I can before they frag my hoop." Her face takes a very rare serious cast for the last part.

With that said she flops backwards like a sniper victim and promptly begins to snore.

[nick012000]

When Iblis keels over onto the hard floor, Howling Wolf swears.
"Drek! Either of you two a medic? The last thing we want is for the decker to get a concussion from hitting her head on the floor."

[WinterRat1]

Nameless, who's been sitting quietly in the corner meditating, opens one eye and looks and the decker, passed out and snoring on the floor, and Wolf, swearing over his concern she might have gotten a concussion. It's a bit of a strange joke, but the adept smiles anyway before closing his eyes and returning to his meditation.

[BishopMcQ]

"I just know CPR, minus the chest compression part..."

Jake gives an easy smile.

"Don't worry, Wolf, our little bunny has a hard enough head to crack Black IC just by thinking at it. She'll survive a couple light knocks here and there."

Compiling a few final notes, the Italian places a small list in front of his meditating friend.

"Our wish list for Vinnie, see what he's got available. The starred items should take precedent. While you boys deal with that, I'm going to get on the horn and begin hiring a crack team of professionals who can take care of the rest of the party for us so that we can dance the night away with a few lucky winners.

"Oh, and when Vinnie asks how we're paying, just send him my way."

[Fenris]

McQuillan - Vinnie seems just about ready to argue you to a stalemate, but a call comes in suddenly and he abruptly agrees to the 125 you're offering and cuts the call with a terse comment about calling you back later.

[BishopMcQ]

The shaman has a slightly concerned look on his face as he places the phone back into his pocket.

"Something might be up. Let Iblis get some sleep, but strap on your gear in case we have to move faster than expected."

He had never seen Vinnie like this, the mafioso's place of business had been shot up and now he was getting bad news at every turn it seemed.

[Buddha72]

Several hours pass and Iblis jerks awake. A look of slight confusion on her face as she takes in her surroundings, struggling to remember through the fog of sleep. A slow light dawns behind her eyes as she mutters. "Sober sucks......" Getting up, she wads her hair into two things resembling ponytails, as she looks around. Yelling as she heads to the bathroom. "I'M UP!" With a foot she kicks the bathroom door closed and the sound of running water soon follows.

[Fenris]

November 16th, 07:33

Iblis has been out for the last 8 hours or so, but things have gotten done, and even the dingy, run-down surroundings of the safehouse are looking brighting the light of progress. Until, of course, there's a scream from the shower as Iblis finds out the hard way that the hot water ration for the day doesn't turn on in this apartment till 4:00pm.

[Fenris]

Runners

Jake -

Stephen's reply for the information you asked for beeps on your poc sec, and there's a time, date, and the initials G.S.C.I., along with the address for the Paradise O. The time is tonight, 20:00.

Mercs
You've been contacted for a job. Specifics are as listed as listed in the recruiting thread, no additional info at this time. You've been given a meet at a bar called the Paradise O in Capital Hill at 20:00 on the 16th. It's the 16th today, about 08:00, and you've all just arrived in town (since you generally operate out of Europe.) You've got about 12 free hours and a map to your meet location.

[BishopMcQ]

"That's the best you're getting until we head home. Welcome to the squatter life. Remind me next time we decide on a safehouse, to ensure that it comes with at least two stars worth of amenities."

Jake's voice carries through the slightly ajar door. Pushing his arm through the gap, he holds out a towel so the young decker can wrap herself up.

"One more little search and then daddy will take you down to a real hotel. Imagine hot showers, room service, and all the matrix time you want for games. Oh by the way, we've got our people ready for a meet tonight. Would you like to carry a million nuyen in your back pocket or shall I?"

That same easy smile which Jake spent a lifetime perfecting, warms across his face. He leans in to kiss the decker on the forehead.

"Get dried off, I'll find out where the boys have run off to and see what I can do about some breakfast."

The chosen sword of Ares, places a few quick calls to Nameless and Howling. Setting schedules and ordering some food.

[WinterRat1]

Nameless awakes from his usual meditation at Jake's call. "Yeah boss."

The assassin had been quietly meditating and preparing himself the last two days. Jake was the one who set everything up and ran the show, and Iblis was their information gathering queen. Nameless preferred action to waiting around, but he realized that proper prepration was essential to correct action. Although he could certainly gather information, he knew there were others much better at it than he. As such, he usually chose to wait quietly, preparing himself so that when it was time to move, he'd be ready.

[Buddha72]

The furry elf stumbles out of the bathroom, a look of pure murder on her face. Dark muttered curses in the fluid elven tongue drip from her lips as she fishes around in her duffel for a change of clothes.

"Ok I'm going to pop into the trix and see what I can get on the security lay out of the building. I think that's going to be everything I can do for now for this job. They probably have a closed system so the next part where I work hard will be the actual hit on the fella."

Digging out a pair of jeans that look like a bedazzler threw up on them and a top that has more rips than fabric, she dresses as she talks. "I should have packed a little better....." is the only comment as she grimaces at her reflection on the rolled out screen of the cyberdeck.

"I'll be back in a few....." With that said she slides the jack in and slumps against the wall.

[Fenris]

The flowing form of ones and zeros, the smallest particle of data that flows through the electronic oceans End-Run surfs on raises something that vaguely looks like an arm with a hand on the end.

"Null sheen, sweety, I've got that info right here." A few pregnant nano-seconds pass as End-Run re-indexes and sorts his data archives, and in less time then it takes a human nerve to register pain he folds his hands together and produces a 5 sided block of abstract shapes, somewhat pointy looking.

"This should have everything I can get my hands on. The basic summary reads closed system, potentially linked to a rigged-CSS security grid. Nasty stuff, and untouchable from the outside." He leaves the flowing segment of 1's and 0's outstretched for a moment longer after Iblis takes the files, awaiting compensation.

The file is not the most grammatically correct work, but the info seems solid. The Stained Ivory Tower, as the author of the file calls it, hosts a very basic, easy to crack system linked to almost all forms of Matrix security. A slightly harder system, hidden behind a vanishing SAN and a trapdoor, links to the comm systems, routing all calls out of the Tower in and out. There's a search every 2.5 seconds on all outgoing and incoming calls for taps though, so not alot of possibilities for lengthy information gathering. On site recon has spotted several drones moving about the Towers, along with camera's, motion detectors, pressure plates, and turrets, but none of these are linked with the system accessible from the outside. The author's best guess is that the security and probably the drones are run from inside the facility, on a closed network. Theoretically the system could be accessed from any of the slave devices, but one would have to be on-site within the walls of the compound for that, and the author does not seem inclined at all to do that kind of work.

[Buddha72]

With a wave and a strange finger gesture, money begins to transfer to the PLOD. Yet another of her many "donations" to the cause. "Thanks and I included a tip to cover this search being delayed before reaching the public. I know you all want all info free to the public, I just need a delay on this so I can do the job. After that, put it in a billboard for all I care." Her thoughts trigger the shut down sequence as she logs off, to find herself back where she started.

"Mama's home and she has gifts!" The cyberdeck begins to print out sheets containing the info she acquired. "This is going to be a little harder but not impossible. I'm going to need to be inside before I can play with any security on this place. They have it locked down tight but I think I can swing it. The extra talent we're hiring sounds perfect for this, by the way. The place's like a fortress with some sort of rigger thingie on site. Guns out of walls and the like I'm assuming. Maybe one of the GI Joes can tell us more about it."

She waits for everyone to read over the sheets she passes out.

[BishopMcQ]

"You missed a comma."

Jake comments quietly with a gleam in his eyes as he reads through the paperwork. Most of it was beyond his ability, but he got the feeling that there would be a couple people fighting for control of the security grid.

[Buddha72]

"What's the little search you need?" Iblis moves to dig around again in her bag for yet another strangely colored beverage.

[BishopMcQ]

"Just this stuff here, sugar. Now I seem to recall promising you a hotel room..."

[Fenris]

Mercs - The airport is small, definitely designed for private charter. Your cargo plane looks huge compared to the smaller commuter craft littered around the tarmac, and if you hadn't had a rigger in the pilot's seat, you probably couldn't have even landed here.

The unloading is fast and methodical, you've all done this enough times that it's rote muscle memory. Nearby to your hanger, another hanger, a little smaller, is decked out in police tape. A ragged hole in one side of the hanger shows the interior, aparently covered in snow.

Your hanger is just that, a hanger. No amenities, but there's plenty of space for storage and the vehicles you brought, and the security is a step above average.

The plane takes off again almost before you've finished unloading, or that's what it feels like, and the pilot makes a show of waiting just till the end of the tiny runway to plunge the nose of the aircraft into the air, engines screaming as he forces the mass of ceramic alloys and aluminum variants into the sky.

[Buddha72]

With a thousand watt smile lighting up her face, Iblis hoots with joy and begins to pack her gear up. "Can we stop by my house for some other clothes." She starts to attention. "That's right you haven't seen the new place yet, have you?" She begins to pack with even more vigor. "You have to come and scope out the whole set up. I have an entire building now......four stories........all tricked out........" She turns with her bag on her shoulder. "Let's go!"

[Aku]

As the rest of of the unloading is finished Boomer grabs his gear and gives the curteous goodbye's, informing everyone he'll see them this evening, before waving down one of the many taxi's and supplying the address, on the outskirts of seattle. On arrival, he pays and tips the driver, and begins a visual inspection once he leaves of the outside of his primary residance here in seattle. After that is finished his hops in his Eurocar, and checks out his other holes to check the explosives he left in each.

The rest of his afternoon is spent resting at his house.

[Fenris]

Boomer - The house is much as you left it, with nothing but a thin layer of dust to mar your memories. Everything seems to be in place, and you marvel again at the wisdom of buying a house here so you'd have your own place.

[BishopMcQ]

Grabbing up his own bag, and fanning himself with the flyer that Iblis had handed all of them earlier, Jake follows behind his furry friend.

"C'mon boys, if you don't come now, you'll never hear the end of it."

Turning to Iblis,

"Your house wouldn't be on top of the new location that your weekly party is at, would it? Shorter distance to the fun and all that?"

[Buddha72]

"Now that you mention it, yes it is. Now I just have to stumble to lift and I'm home. Messed up and easy, that's my chosen lifestyle." Iblis makes her way to her tricked out Papoose. Throwing her stuff in a small trunk on the back. Pulling a hemlet on she turns to the group. "See ya there!"