Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:47:10
"Besides your pack of elf friends? No, not since before you arrived." The troll paused, and thought of something. "Then again, that might have...yes, a while back there were quite a few unwelcome strangers here, and now that I think back, the sister was involved, sort of."
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Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:47:15
Carla's eyes lit up with surprise. "Oh really?" she asked, trying to keep her cool. "You wouldn't mind telling me about it, would you?" She couldn't help thinking that St. Pierre might have a missing piece to the puzzle.
Monday 08/15/70 19:47:15
Carla's eyes lit up with surprise. "Oh really?" she asked, trying to keep her cool. "You wouldn't mind telling me about it, would you?" She couldn't help thinking that St. Pierre might have a missing piece to the puzzle.
Dirty Dick's Fine Food & Spirits, Seattle docks
Monday 8/15/70 16:05:15
Etain jumped slightly as the hook hit and then embedded in the bar beside her. Her lips twitched at the slur sent their way by the half-breed behind the bar, but she chose to let it slide in the sake of diplomacy. She was about to actually order something when the smell from the rotting rag the bartender was "cleaning" with, hit her nose. She tried to keep from turning a shade of green while looking back up to her brother and speaking in clear English with little trace of her accent.
"I'm not seeing your friend, maybe we should go elsewhere to drink while we wait."
She rose to her feet and decided to take her brother up on the offer to take her home. She was out of her element and it wasn't likely she'd be able to negotiate with Captain Hook behind the bar or manipulate any of the patrons if she was too busy vomiting from the filth and the stench of the place.
"Why don't you take me back home after all Brother." She added in her Elvish tongue with one last pointed look towards the bartender in some act of defiance, or was it arrogance?
Monday 8/15/70 16:05:15
Etain jumped slightly as the hook hit and then embedded in the bar beside her. Her lips twitched at the slur sent their way by the half-breed behind the bar, but she chose to let it slide in the sake of diplomacy. She was about to actually order something when the smell from the rotting rag the bartender was "cleaning" with, hit her nose. She tried to keep from turning a shade of green while looking back up to her brother and speaking in clear English with little trace of her accent.
"I'm not seeing your friend, maybe we should go elsewhere to drink while we wait."
She rose to her feet and decided to take her brother up on the offer to take her home. She was out of her element and it wasn't likely she'd be able to negotiate with Captain Hook behind the bar or manipulate any of the patrons if she was too busy vomiting from the filth and the stench of the place.
"Why don't you take me back home after all Brother." She added in her Elvish tongue with one last pointed look towards the bartender in some act of defiance, or was it arrogance?
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:48:39
"Sure," the horned gang leader replied. "This was maybe six months ago. Peaceful night. And then a whole bunch of very bad men were suddenly all over our clubhouse. They were all Aztlaners, they all spoke Spanish. And they were wearing our colors. But all similarities stopped there. They were soldiers. Carried military weapons, moved like real professionals. No one even thought of arguing with them. They told us they wanted us to clear the streets for the next hour, that none of us should show our faces. And just in case anyone had any stupid ideas about saying no, they laid a stack of cash on the table. So we got the people off the streets, and then they set themselves up..."
St. Pierre paused. Carla could see him mentally editing the story, deciding what to leave in and what to delete.
"Of course we watched everything. A Doc Wagon ambulance arrived, and they just ambushed the paramedics. No idea why. Most of them got blown up with grenades. One of them..." Another long pause... "he was a big troll, he got away from the explosions. They must have shot him a thousand times. Then they started mutilating him. That was when the sister came in. She ran right out and made them stop. She had the fire of the Holy Spirit in her eyes. That woman is afraid of nothing. She yelled at them so hard they just backed up and walked away. Like a fool she worked on that troll, but anyone could see he was dead. And then, to make sure, as the soldiers left they ran him over with their truck. Sister Esmeralda barely got clear. But you know what, she went right back to work on that troll. And miraculously, he lived. She kept him alive until more of his Doc Wagon buddies showed up. After that I don't know. But that's the only strange thing that ever happened to the sister - at least until you showed up."
Monday 08/15/70 19:48:39
"Sure," the horned gang leader replied. "This was maybe six months ago. Peaceful night. And then a whole bunch of very bad men were suddenly all over our clubhouse. They were all Aztlaners, they all spoke Spanish. And they were wearing our colors. But all similarities stopped there. They were soldiers. Carried military weapons, moved like real professionals. No one even thought of arguing with them. They told us they wanted us to clear the streets for the next hour, that none of us should show our faces. And just in case anyone had any stupid ideas about saying no, they laid a stack of cash on the table. So we got the people off the streets, and then they set themselves up..."
St. Pierre paused. Carla could see him mentally editing the story, deciding what to leave in and what to delete.
"Of course we watched everything. A Doc Wagon ambulance arrived, and they just ambushed the paramedics. No idea why. Most of them got blown up with grenades. One of them..." Another long pause... "he was a big troll, he got away from the explosions. They must have shot him a thousand times. Then they started mutilating him. That was when the sister came in. She ran right out and made them stop. She had the fire of the Holy Spirit in her eyes. That woman is afraid of nothing. She yelled at them so hard they just backed up and walked away. Like a fool she worked on that troll, but anyone could see he was dead. And then, to make sure, as the soldiers left they ran him over with their truck. Sister Esmeralda barely got clear. But you know what, she went right back to work on that troll. And miraculously, he lived. She kept him alive until more of his Doc Wagon buddies showed up. After that I don't know. But that's the only strange thing that ever happened to the sister - at least until you showed up."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:48:40
Krait – meeting Marry Jane
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
He had no problem spotting the two figures and, zooming in on them, take a closer look, before they even noticed him. Checking out people was so natural to the notorious paranoid - it happened so fast, that he doubted the guys knew he was aware of them. As he closed in on his destination, he shot Ms Johnson a quick message via Ape Scape.
<<Thade @ Marry Jane [08/15/70 18:48:39]: Main entrance, ETA 30 seconds, waiting in the confessional. Spotted two guys outside, see attached files.>>
The attachments showed a picture of each of the two guys, compleat with impromtu comments and linked arrows to flag their weapons and other interestig details. Both sported the same colors as the local gangaers, so they where probably Los Locos. No obvious cyberware and probably no concealed implants either. The bigger one wore multiple ammo-bandoliers, mostly empty, but no firearms, though he carryed an impressive but cheap arsenal of archaic weapons. From the way he carryed himself, he had seen a few fights and mastered most of them. John had seen him once before, lurcing on the streets of the bario, but he had not dealt with him personally. The boy was probbaly no older then 12, though the look in his eyes said he had seen his share of violance, too, and was hardened beyond his age. He was armed with a variety of cheap street weapons, as well, which he made no attempt to hide.
Monday 08/15/70 19:48:40
Krait – meeting Marry Jane
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
He had no problem spotting the two figures and, zooming in on them, take a closer look, before they even noticed him. Checking out people was so natural to the notorious paranoid - it happened so fast, that he doubted the guys knew he was aware of them. As he closed in on his destination, he shot Ms Johnson a quick message via Ape Scape.
<<Thade @ Marry Jane [08/15/70 18:48:39]: Main entrance, ETA 30 seconds, waiting in the confessional. Spotted two guys outside, see attached files.>>
The attachments showed a picture of each of the two guys, compleat with impromtu comments and linked arrows to flag their weapons and other interestig details. Both sported the same colors as the local gangaers, so they where probably Los Locos. No obvious cyberware and probably no concealed implants either. The bigger one wore multiple ammo-bandoliers, mostly empty, but no firearms, though he carryed an impressive but cheap arsenal of archaic weapons. From the way he carryed himself, he had seen a few fights and mastered most of them. John had seen him once before, lurcing on the streets of the bario, but he had not dealt with him personally. The boy was probbaly no older then 12, though the look in his eyes said he had seen his share of violance, too, and was hardened beyond his age. He was armed with a variety of cheap street weapons, as well, which he made no attempt to hide.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:48:55
"So where is this troll now?" Carla asked. "I haven't seen- ah, excuse me, please."
She paused to reply to Krait's message, letting Krait know that the guys outside the church weren't a threat.
<<Mary Jane @ Thade [08/15/70 19:48:58]: They're not a problem. We'll come outside and meet you at the front entrance.>>
"Looks like you were right," Carla turned her attention back to St. Pierre. "My friend seems to have arrived. We best go out and meet him."
Monday 08/15/70 19:48:55
"So where is this troll now?" Carla asked. "I haven't seen- ah, excuse me, please."
She paused to reply to Krait's message, letting Krait know that the guys outside the church weren't a threat.
<<Mary Jane @ Thade [08/15/70 19:48:58]: They're not a problem. We'll come outside and meet you at the front entrance.>>
"Looks like you were right," Carla turned her attention back to St. Pierre. "My friend seems to have arrived. We best go out and meet him."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:05
As the small woman and huge troll made their way down the central aisle toward the double doors of the chapel, St. Pierre answered the question. "As I said, I don't know what happened to him after Doc Wagon took him. I do know that he had been a semi-professional fighter..." Another strange pause. "...and a very good one, but he has not reappeared in that sport. But then again, with those injuries, even if he somehow survived, he is likely by now an invalid."
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:05
As the small woman and huge troll made their way down the central aisle toward the double doors of the chapel, St. Pierre answered the question. "As I said, I don't know what happened to him after Doc Wagon took him. I do know that he had been a semi-professional fighter..." Another strange pause. "...and a very good one, but he has not reappeared in that sport. But then again, with those injuries, even if he somehow survived, he is likely by now an invalid."
Outside Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:05
Carla and St. Pierre met Krait outside the church - St. Pierre's henchmen remained lurking several meters away. After a brief greeting and thanking him for showing up, Carla realized that she wasn't sure what alias either of the men would prefer to go by.
"Well, why don't you two introduce yourselves?" she suggested.
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:05
Carla and St. Pierre met Krait outside the church - St. Pierre's henchmen remained lurking several meters away. After a brief greeting and thanking him for showing up, Carla realized that she wasn't sure what alias either of the men would prefer to go by.
"Well, why don't you two introduce yourselves?" she suggested.
Outside Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:14
The troll extended a huge hand to the elf. "Georges St. Pierre. These are my brothers, Bandito and The Padre," he added, waving his companions out of the shadows.
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:14
The troll extended a huge hand to the elf. "Georges St. Pierre. These are my brothers, Bandito and The Padre," he added, waving his companions out of the shadows.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:24
Krait – trolling about
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
Krait: "It´s a pleasure to meet you, Georges St. Pierre! You hold quiet a reputation as the protector of this neighborhood. I am Frank, but you may call me BT as well."
John put his gloved hand in the massive prank offered by the metahuman giant. There was hardly a chance to impress the troll with a strong grip, but he gave him a firm handshake and met the gang-leader´s eyes with a confident but respectfull gaze. Showing neither fear nore disgust -even a broken hand would hardly make the elf flinch, who was used to withstand a great deal of pain and punishment, he used the situation to judge St. Pierre´s dexterity. In his days as a defense atorney he had shaken the hands and met the eyes of rapists, serial killers and mass-murderers, so he had no problem to keep any prejudices off his body-language.
Since the other two gang-members did not step up to the trolls side, but rather stayed a subtile distance behind him, John did not offer them a hand, but rather gave each of them a respectfull nod.
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:24
Krait – trolling about
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
Krait: "It´s a pleasure to meet you, Georges St. Pierre! You hold quiet a reputation as the protector of this neighborhood. I am Frank, but you may call me BT as well."
John put his gloved hand in the massive prank offered by the metahuman giant. There was hardly a chance to impress the troll with a strong grip, but he gave him a firm handshake and met the gang-leader´s eyes with a confident but respectfull gaze. Showing neither fear nore disgust -even a broken hand would hardly make the elf flinch, who was used to withstand a great deal of pain and punishment, he used the situation to judge St. Pierre´s dexterity. In his days as a defense atorney he had shaken the hands and met the eyes of rapists, serial killers and mass-murderers, so he had no problem to keep any prejudices off his body-language.
Since the other two gang-members did not step up to the trolls side, but rather stayed a subtile distance behind him, John did not offer them a hand, but rather gave each of them a respectfull nod.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:30
Carla suddenly realized that her two acquaintances knew her by different aliases - how the hell had she not planned for this? On one hand, she'd prefer not to give out her "real name" to a mercenary like Krait - who knew where he would go or what he would do after this job, after all? But then again, explaining to St. Pierre why she was using an alias with Krait might only deepen whatever suspicions he still held against her. Why, he would surely be wondering, would Sister Carmen use a codename with her "friend"?
"Speaking of nicknames," Carla added shortly after Krait finished, "We usually use aliases when referring to each other - for safety and security reasons. My friends refer to me as Miss Johnson when we're doing business, and I would appreciate it if you would too, St. Pierre."
"St. Pierre is very eager to help Esmeralda," she continued, turning to Krait this time, "and he has offered to help us retrieve her as soon as we find her. So, have you learned anything new about where she might be?"
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:30
Carla suddenly realized that her two acquaintances knew her by different aliases - how the hell had she not planned for this? On one hand, she'd prefer not to give out her "real name" to a mercenary like Krait - who knew where he would go or what he would do after this job, after all? But then again, explaining to St. Pierre why she was using an alias with Krait might only deepen whatever suspicions he still held against her. Why, he would surely be wondering, would Sister Carmen use a codename with her "friend"?
"Speaking of nicknames," Carla added shortly after Krait finished, "We usually use aliases when referring to each other - for safety and security reasons. My friends refer to me as Miss Johnson when we're doing business, and I would appreciate it if you would too, St. Pierre."
"St. Pierre is very eager to help Esmeralda," she continued, turning to Krait this time, "and he has offered to help us retrieve her as soon as we find her. So, have you learned anything new about where she might be?"
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:37
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
John allmost smiled, quiet sure that St. Pierre would know exactly that 'Ms. Johnson' was not a nickname.
Krait: "I screened the data we have collected for any usefull information. Unfortunatly this did not bring to light any new clues, so far. I also repaired the girl´s comlink. Maybe we should ask the others to join us, they might have been more successfull."
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:37
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
John allmost smiled, quiet sure that St. Pierre would know exactly that 'Ms. Johnson' was not a nickname.
Krait: "I screened the data we have collected for any usefull information. Unfortunatly this did not bring to light any new clues, so far. I also repaired the girl´s comlink. Maybe we should ask the others to join us, they might have been more successfull."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:40
"Yes, perhaps," Carla agreed, "do you have any idea what they've been up to all day?"
Monday 08/15/70 19:49:40
"Yes, perhaps," Carla agreed, "do you have any idea what they've been up to all day?"
Dirty Dick's Fine Food & Spirits
Monday 8/15/70 16:05:25
Conall was only too happy to acquiesce to his sister's request. The individual they were looking for, EJ or Evil or whatever he called himself, was clearly not here anyway. Of course, they could have waited around, but there was still the other place to check, he rationalized. And if he didn't turn out to be there either, and they had to ask around or stake the place out, well, this Humpty's Dump place couldn't be worse than this dive.
Could it?
In any case, he was starving; the two had not eaten since this morning.
Etain was hungry too. And not only for food. During her short time in Seattle, she had sampled a number of pleasures, and some of them had stuck. Of these, the one most fervently clinging to her consciousness was also the one she feared was the most dangerous. She knew that her brother assumed that when she'd asked to be taken "home" that she'd simply meant "out of this place." And she tried to tell herself that was indeed the case. But she couldn't get those jeans out of her head. The jeans she'd left in the apartment. The jeans with paradise in their pocket.
Both driven by hunger, the twins were out the door and on the bike in seconds.
Monday 8/15/70 16:05:25
Conall was only too happy to acquiesce to his sister's request. The individual they were looking for, EJ or Evil or whatever he called himself, was clearly not here anyway. Of course, they could have waited around, but there was still the other place to check, he rationalized. And if he didn't turn out to be there either, and they had to ask around or stake the place out, well, this Humpty's Dump place couldn't be worse than this dive.
Could it?
In any case, he was starving; the two had not eaten since this morning.
Etain was hungry too. And not only for food. During her short time in Seattle, she had sampled a number of pleasures, and some of them had stuck. Of these, the one most fervently clinging to her consciousness was also the one she feared was the most dangerous. She knew that her brother assumed that when she'd asked to be taken "home" that she'd simply meant "out of this place." And she tried to tell herself that was indeed the case. But she couldn't get those jeans out of her head. The jeans she'd left in the apartment. The jeans with paradise in their pocket.
Both driven by hunger, the twins were out the door and on the bike in seconds.
You Should Not Eat So Much!, downtown flagship location
Monday 8/15/70 17:34:40
Conall leaned contentedly back in the pleather seat of his booth. He had to admit that despite being pathetic and trashy, there was a certain wisdom to the name of this place. He felt sluggish.
He had seen the name several times since his arrival in this city, but it was all fast food joints. Cruising the downtown core looking for a place to get something decent, he saw that this particular location - apparently some sort of showpiece for the chain - featured a better class of food and service. And for the first time in his life, he was thinking about prices. There were a few goblins in the place - this city was sick with them, there were always a few everywhere - but the meal had indeed been very good...for soy. And there were even a few real food items on the menu; in the end, the twins had shrugged their shoulders and cast cred concerns aside, deciding that as long as they were stuck in America they might as well sample the apple pie.
During the meal, Conall had worked hard to persuade his sister to take a cab home and let him go to the next place alone, but as he'd known, she would have none of it. Of course, he was perfectly aware that he could easily give her the slip, take off on his bike and send her taxi money from his comm. But he couldn't go quite that far. In the end he had been forced to realize that, given his sister's determination to stay with him, the only way he could carry out his duty to Ms. Johnson and at the same time keep his sister safe would be to rely on his...co-worker...for assistance. His quarry was a professional criminal, and he worked with a team. Not to mention the hunting grounds - this Humpty's Dump - were likely far from savory. No, much as he hated it, he would need someone to watch his sister while he did what had to be done. And once he did have a chance to squeeze some information out of someone, he knew he would need Frank to know what to do with it. He was like one of those preening, overeducated officers - worse than worthless in a fight, but you needed them for all the other things.
Besides, if they were to have any hope of finding the nun alive (if there still was any), they needed to move fast. That meant hitting Humpty's tonight. And going back to pick up the others would be an excellent excuse for a shower.
Monday 8/15/70 17:34:40
Conall leaned contentedly back in the pleather seat of his booth. He had to admit that despite being pathetic and trashy, there was a certain wisdom to the name of this place. He felt sluggish.
He had seen the name several times since his arrival in this city, but it was all fast food joints. Cruising the downtown core looking for a place to get something decent, he saw that this particular location - apparently some sort of showpiece for the chain - featured a better class of food and service. And for the first time in his life, he was thinking about prices. There were a few goblins in the place - this city was sick with them, there were always a few everywhere - but the meal had indeed been very good...for soy. And there were even a few real food items on the menu; in the end, the twins had shrugged their shoulders and cast cred concerns aside, deciding that as long as they were stuck in America they might as well sample the apple pie.
During the meal, Conall had worked hard to persuade his sister to take a cab home and let him go to the next place alone, but as he'd known, she would have none of it. Of course, he was perfectly aware that he could easily give her the slip, take off on his bike and send her taxi money from his comm. But he couldn't go quite that far. In the end he had been forced to realize that, given his sister's determination to stay with him, the only way he could carry out his duty to Ms. Johnson and at the same time keep his sister safe would be to rely on his...co-worker...for assistance. His quarry was a professional criminal, and he worked with a team. Not to mention the hunting grounds - this Humpty's Dump - were likely far from savory. No, much as he hated it, he would need someone to watch his sister while he did what had to be done. And once he did have a chance to squeeze some information out of someone, he knew he would need Frank to know what to do with it. He was like one of those preening, overeducated officers - worse than worthless in a fight, but you needed them for all the other things.
Besides, if they were to have any hope of finding the nun alive (if there still was any), they needed to move fast. That meant hitting Humpty's tonight. And going back to pick up the others would be an excellent excuse for a shower.
Borrowed apartment, barrio north of Sea-Tac
Monday 8/15/70 18:20:40
Her brother was half-stripped and on his way to the shower before the front door was fully closed. Etain watched the muscles play across his back - he was certainly one of the best-built elves she'd ever seen.
She was impatient to get into the shower herself - she felt so unclean, and in so many ways. Finally he emerged, steam following in his wake, and she quickly went into the small but functional bathroom and took off her clothes.
She had cut her shower short as much for the dwindling supply of hot water as much as the other need that was gnawing her mind on a constant basis. Ever since they had set foot back into the apartment her need had grown, it was getting to the point that she could positively smell the drugs from within their airtight plastic refuge in the front pocket of the pants she had been wearing last night. Her mouth was actually watering from the thought of the escape it would provide. She had locked herself in the bathroom as an attempt to stop herself from getting high right under her brother's nose, but the siren's call of the white powder was beginning to become too much to handle.
Slipping out into the bedroom, she found Conall's tattooed form dozing on the bed. Wrapped tightly in her towel, she rummaged through her things to find the last set of clean clothes she had and frantically and furiously she searched for the pair of black jeans that contained her prize. Finding them across the room, closer to the bed where she had slipped them off the night before she dug in the front pocket and palmed the tiny plastic capsule in her hand and beneath her clean clothes as she once again found refuge in the bathroom.
She locked the door behind her and immediately dropped her clothes to the floor beside her. Her focus was on the object in her hand entirely now, nothing else was registering on her radar. Carefully she cracked the capsule open as to not spill even the tiniest amount to the floor. Raising it to her nose, she closed her eyes before inhaling deeply, the drowsy rush instantaneous. Leaning back against the door she slowly sunk to the floor as a satisfied smile curled her lips.
Monday 8/15/70 18:20:40
Her brother was half-stripped and on his way to the shower before the front door was fully closed. Etain watched the muscles play across his back - he was certainly one of the best-built elves she'd ever seen.
She was impatient to get into the shower herself - she felt so unclean, and in so many ways. Finally he emerged, steam following in his wake, and she quickly went into the small but functional bathroom and took off her clothes.
*****
She had cut her shower short as much for the dwindling supply of hot water as much as the other need that was gnawing her mind on a constant basis. Ever since they had set foot back into the apartment her need had grown, it was getting to the point that she could positively smell the drugs from within their airtight plastic refuge in the front pocket of the pants she had been wearing last night. Her mouth was actually watering from the thought of the escape it would provide. She had locked herself in the bathroom as an attempt to stop herself from getting high right under her brother's nose, but the siren's call of the white powder was beginning to become too much to handle.
Slipping out into the bedroom, she found Conall's tattooed form dozing on the bed. Wrapped tightly in her towel, she rummaged through her things to find the last set of clean clothes she had and frantically and furiously she searched for the pair of black jeans that contained her prize. Finding them across the room, closer to the bed where she had slipped them off the night before she dug in the front pocket and palmed the tiny plastic capsule in her hand and beneath her clean clothes as she once again found refuge in the bathroom.
She locked the door behind her and immediately dropped her clothes to the floor beside her. Her focus was on the object in her hand entirely now, nothing else was registering on her radar. Carefully she cracked the capsule open as to not spill even the tiniest amount to the floor. Raising it to her nose, she closed her eyes before inhaling deeply, the drowsy rush instantaneous. Leaning back against the door she slowly sunk to the floor as a satisfied smile curled her lips.
Borrowed apartment, barrio north of Sea-Tac
Monday 8/15/70 19:50:00
Conall's eyes popped open. To his chagrin, he realized that he'd allowed himself to doze off. He really shouldn't have eaten so much.
He badly needed to have a slash, but saw that the bathroom door was still closed. Reaching over to the night table, he thumbed his new comm. In response, his contact lenses showed him he'd slept for almost two hours.
"Etain?" he called out, half worried. The sound of the toilet flushing let him know she was okay. Hopefully she'd come out soon.
While he waited, he remembered why they'd come all the way back down here in the first place. Deciding he couldn't be bothered with the insane array of codenames and commcodes Frank used (or was he just annoyed that the fellow clearly knew how to handle himself off the radar? - he shut the thought aside), he decided to simply text Ms. Johnson.
<<We have a lead on a location where we might find someone to talk to. Thought you'd decide it was better to have the whole crew along, so we're here to pick you up, if that's convenient.>>
Monday 8/15/70 19:50:00
Conall's eyes popped open. To his chagrin, he realized that he'd allowed himself to doze off. He really shouldn't have eaten so much.
He badly needed to have a slash, but saw that the bathroom door was still closed. Reaching over to the night table, he thumbed his new comm. In response, his contact lenses showed him he'd slept for almost two hours.
"Etain?" he called out, half worried. The sound of the toilet flushing let him know she was okay. Hopefully she'd come out soon.
While he waited, he remembered why they'd come all the way back down here in the first place. Deciding he couldn't be bothered with the insane array of codenames and commcodes Frank used (or was he just annoyed that the fellow clearly knew how to handle himself off the radar? - he shut the thought aside), he decided to simply text Ms. Johnson.
<<We have a lead on a location where we might find someone to talk to. Thought you'd decide it was better to have the whole crew along, so we're here to pick you up, if that's convenient.>>
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius
Monday 08/15/70 19:51:00
"Speak of the devil..." Carla muttered. By sheer coincidence, Paddy sent her a message just moments after she inquired about what he had been up to all day. Apparently he was in the barrio (so she assumed by his reference to "here"), so they could meet up right away. It would probably be best to converse in the clinic - they'd have some semblance of security and they could take a few supplies along that they might end up needing.
"Paddy says he has a lead - he's ready to go out and contact him right away," she informed her teammates. Motioning to the church, she suggested that they wait inside until Paddy showed up, where they could then discuss some sort of preliminary plan.
Mary Jane @ Paddy: Come meet us down at the clinic. Don't be disturbed by the guys waiting outside.
Monday 08/15/70 19:51:00
"Speak of the devil..." Carla muttered. By sheer coincidence, Paddy sent her a message just moments after she inquired about what he had been up to all day. Apparently he was in the barrio (so she assumed by his reference to "here"), so they could meet up right away. It would probably be best to converse in the clinic - they'd have some semblance of security and they could take a few supplies along that they might end up needing.
"Paddy says he has a lead - he's ready to go out and contact him right away," she informed her teammates. Motioning to the church, she suggested that they wait inside until Paddy showed up, where they could then discuss some sort of preliminary plan.
Mary Jane @ Paddy: Come meet us down at the clinic. Don't be disturbed by the guys waiting outside.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 19:58:22
When she had stepped out of the bathroom she had done her best to avoid her brother's gaze, insisting multiple times that she was fine but a little tired was all. He had told her that Miss J and Frank were waiting for them down in the clinic and that the two of them should head over that way. She was honestly with little care to disagree, Conall could have told her they were going back to the Barrens and into the sex den with the zombies and she would have gone happily.
The twins stepped out of the building into the start of the setting sun and briskly made their way through the neighborhood towards the clinic. The two rahter unsavory looking neighborhood thugs lingering in the open outside the clinic gave her pause but Conall touched her hand in reassurance that these guys wouldn't cause her any harm as if he had been expecting them to be there. Perhaps Miss J had given him a heads up.
The two decended the stairs into the clinic itself and paused at the doorway when they spotted the trio of Frank, Miss J and an unfamiliar and very large Troll. The pair waited there for a moment before Conall cleared his throat and stepped into the clinic with his sister a few steps behind and looking towards the floor, or around the clinic instead of looking at the trio they were joining.
Monday 8/15/70 19:58:22
When she had stepped out of the bathroom she had done her best to avoid her brother's gaze, insisting multiple times that she was fine but a little tired was all. He had told her that Miss J and Frank were waiting for them down in the clinic and that the two of them should head over that way. She was honestly with little care to disagree, Conall could have told her they were going back to the Barrens and into the sex den with the zombies and she would have gone happily.
The twins stepped out of the building into the start of the setting sun and briskly made their way through the neighborhood towards the clinic. The two rahter unsavory looking neighborhood thugs lingering in the open outside the clinic gave her pause but Conall touched her hand in reassurance that these guys wouldn't cause her any harm as if he had been expecting them to be there. Perhaps Miss J had given him a heads up.
The two decended the stairs into the clinic itself and paused at the doorway when they spotted the trio of Frank, Miss J and an unfamiliar and very large Troll. The pair waited there for a moment before Conall cleared his throat and stepped into the clinic with his sister a few steps behind and looking towards the floor, or around the clinic instead of looking at the trio they were joining.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 19:59:00
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
The basement clinic fealt cramped with the trolls massive frame hunched under the comparatively low ceiling, stil it fealt much more comfortable then discussing business out in the open, especially since he was still working under the premisse that the neigborhood should know as little as possible about the whole affaire. While they waited for the twins to arrive, John shot a text message to Ms. Johnson.
Maybe your friend could help out with the lack of equipment that our teammate pointed out lately. I´m sure his band has a few surpluss instruments to play on, that we could borrow - we should make sure they are resonably clean though. That is, if you wan´t to ask him for that kind favour.
Meanwhile, he filled in the troll on the most important details they had found out so far - starting off slowly, so Ms J could interven at any point if she wanted to restrict the flow of information. He´d also wait for her consent befor showing the vid of the nun´s abduction to the ganger, since he wasn´t sure she wanted the troll to see Esmeralda in such an outfit.
When Paddy entered, [b]John/b]´s cybereyes scanned him througly, as usual, but unfocused for an eyeblink, before he gave the 'wolf dude' a nod - the gray world was still lingering in the back of his head.
From the sound of her steps, he he was bothered for a moment that the fighter´s sister was hurt or drained out from spellcasting, but as soon as he saw her, he recognized her state as drug-intoxication, just like he had met her the first time.
Monday 08/15/70 19:59:00
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
The basement clinic fealt cramped with the trolls massive frame hunched under the comparatively low ceiling, stil it fealt much more comfortable then discussing business out in the open, especially since he was still working under the premisse that the neigborhood should know as little as possible about the whole affaire. While they waited for the twins to arrive, John shot a text message to Ms. Johnson.
Maybe your friend could help out with the lack of equipment that our teammate pointed out lately. I´m sure his band has a few surpluss instruments to play on, that we could borrow - we should make sure they are resonably clean though. That is, if you wan´t to ask him for that kind favour.
Meanwhile, he filled in the troll on the most important details they had found out so far - starting off slowly, so Ms J could interven at any point if she wanted to restrict the flow of information. He´d also wait for her consent befor showing the vid of the nun´s abduction to the ganger, since he wasn´t sure she wanted the troll to see Esmeralda in such an outfit.
When Paddy entered, [b]John/b]´s cybereyes scanned him througly, as usual, but unfocused for an eyeblink, before he gave the 'wolf dude' a nod - the gray world was still lingering in the back of his head.
From the sound of her steps, he he was bothered for a moment that the fighter´s sister was hurt or drained out from spellcasting, but as soon as he saw her, he recognized her state as drug-intoxication, just like he had met her the first time.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:00
Carla nodded towards Krait after receiving his message, indicating that that was exactly what she had hoped St. Pierre would be useful for. She allowed him to show St. Pierre the video of Esmeralda's capture; no doubt St. Pierre would end up seeing her in a similar distasteful state once (if) they rescued her, so there was no reason to save the surprises for later.
"Oh good, you're here," she noted when the twins arrived. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced you to St. Pierre; he's a local from our community and very concerned about helping Esmeralda out of her current situation. I think you'll find that he'll help us fulfill some of our shortcomings, so I trust you'll welcome his participation."
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:00
Carla nodded towards Krait after receiving his message, indicating that that was exactly what she had hoped St. Pierre would be useful for. She allowed him to show St. Pierre the video of Esmeralda's capture; no doubt St. Pierre would end up seeing her in a similar distasteful state once (if) they rescued her, so there was no reason to save the surprises for later.
"Oh good, you're here," she noted when the twins arrived. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced you to St. Pierre; he's a local from our community and very concerned about helping Esmeralda out of her current situation. I think you'll find that he'll help us fulfill some of our shortcomings, so I trust you'll welcome his participation."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:05
The troll in Los Locos colors held out a hand to Paddy. "I am pleased to meet you," he said in his French accent. "Any friend of Ms. Johnson's..."
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:05
The troll in Los Locos colors held out a hand to Paddy. "I am pleased to meet you," he said in his French accent. "Any friend of Ms. Johnson's..."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:15
"And I believe you have some news to tell us, isn't that right Paddy?"
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:15
"And I believe you have some news to tell us, isn't that right Paddy?"
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:21
As soon as his boots hit the bottom of the stairs, Conall's forehead wrinkled itself. He hadn't been quite sure what the hell those two kids were pretending to do out there, but he didn't appreciate the fact that the clinic had some obese troll in it. He had barely time to process the thought that this was the second morbidly grotesque thing he'd met today when Carla introduced.... “it�.
When the thing extended his hand toward him, Conall previously slightly confused and annoyed stare vanished from his face. One hand still very well inside his jacket's pocket, and the other one holding his helmet, he looked at the big hand, then at St. Pierre's face, and proceeded to slowly drag his gaze from his face, down to his feet, and back to his hand.... in the most painfully slow and obvious way.
Some sort of sound escaped from the elf's lips. Somewhere between a sniff of disgust, and a rather disdained filled “humph�.
After letting the troll stand there for a few seconds, hand outstretched, Conall finally managed a simple short “Hoi� with some sort of half-assed nod.
How the fragging world his own employer could have called upon the service of some goddamn French trog gutter trash was beyond him. What was she thinking? Was she afraid they fall on something he couldn't handle? The young shaman didn't simply feel insulted by the thing's mere presence; he found it damn right fragging rude.
Nevertheless, he did his very best (at least in his own opinion) to stay “civil�.
“Our tattooed goon goes by EJ, or Evil....� he started, pausing a few seconds, apparently looking for what the J stood for “Jay. Or James. Naw matter; our pal 'angs raun de docks, at two mouldy dives. Our best luk is ter stake wan av de places dis forth noight, an' if we catch a glimps av 'imself, we clobber 'imself wi' 'aste, gie 'imself a roughin' an' 'av 'imself spill whatever yer man knows.� he added, matter of factly and trying to avoid as much as he could to even breath around the trog.
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:21
As soon as his boots hit the bottom of the stairs, Conall's forehead wrinkled itself. He hadn't been quite sure what the hell those two kids were pretending to do out there, but he didn't appreciate the fact that the clinic had some obese troll in it. He had barely time to process the thought that this was the second morbidly grotesque thing he'd met today when Carla introduced.... “it�.
When the thing extended his hand toward him, Conall previously slightly confused and annoyed stare vanished from his face. One hand still very well inside his jacket's pocket, and the other one holding his helmet, he looked at the big hand, then at St. Pierre's face, and proceeded to slowly drag his gaze from his face, down to his feet, and back to his hand.... in the most painfully slow and obvious way.
Some sort of sound escaped from the elf's lips. Somewhere between a sniff of disgust, and a rather disdained filled “humph�.
After letting the troll stand there for a few seconds, hand outstretched, Conall finally managed a simple short “Hoi� with some sort of half-assed nod.
How the fragging world his own employer could have called upon the service of some goddamn French trog gutter trash was beyond him. What was she thinking? Was she afraid they fall on something he couldn't handle? The young shaman didn't simply feel insulted by the thing's mere presence; he found it damn right fragging rude.
Nevertheless, he did his very best (at least in his own opinion) to stay “civil�.
“Our tattooed goon goes by EJ, or Evil....� he started, pausing a few seconds, apparently looking for what the J stood for “Jay. Or James. Naw matter; our pal 'angs raun de docks, at two mouldy dives. Our best luk is ter stake wan av de places dis forth noight, an' if we catch a glimps av 'imself, we clobber 'imself wi' 'aste, gie 'imself a roughin' an' 'av 'imself spill whatever yer man knows.� he added, matter of factly and trying to avoid as much as he could to even breath around the trog.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:30
St. Pierre's face curled into a knowing sneer in response to Paddy's unspoken but clear insult. He looked as if he would respond in some one, but then the elf spoke, and once the briefing was finished, the moment had passed.
The troll looked at the female elf, as if considering whether to try to greet her as well, but for whatever reason decided against it. Instead he simply said, "That idea is something we could definitely help you with."
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:30
St. Pierre's face curled into a knowing sneer in response to Paddy's unspoken but clear insult. He looked as if he would respond in some one, but then the elf spoke, and once the briefing was finished, the moment had passed.
The troll looked at the female elf, as if considering whether to try to greet her as well, but for whatever reason decided against it. Instead he simply said, "That idea is something we could definitely help you with."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:50
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
The distain Paddy fealt for the troll was quiet obvious, but John noted the level-headed way St. Pierre dealt with it. The former lawyer didn´t like most trogs either -though he allways kept that to him self. Most orks and trolls where the dumb, aggressive, uneducated and ambition-less scum the self-made/self-unmade man despised and worst of all, most of them smelled like a bag of squash-socks. Truth be told, John secretly agreed to some of the Human Nation´s secret agendas. Anyway, John did not generalize and he apreciated certain virtues in people - Kob Parker, one of his very best friends, was an ork. To him, Georges might be one of the street´s few denizens he could respect - he was well manered, talented and seemed resonably professional and smart ... and he didn´t smell that bad. John found smelly people to be most anoying.
The information specialist noted the nickname Paddy mentioned for later research and after the gangboss had said his pice, the elf inquired more closely. He found it quiet anoying that the other elf left out all the details and didn´t even seem to remember the one key item of the perp´s name, unless he had not been abled to accuire it.
Krait: "Can you tell us anything else about EJ? I´d like to do some research, since we can´t just hope that he will turn up at his regular watering hole. Any detail might be cucial really - contacts, habits ... how did you learn what you know about him? What do you know about those two dives?"
It was anoying that John had to ask for every single item of information, but Paddy would probably enjoy it if he let that shine throug, so he didn´t.
Monday 08/15/70 20:00:50
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
The distain Paddy fealt for the troll was quiet obvious, but John noted the level-headed way St. Pierre dealt with it. The former lawyer didn´t like most trogs either -though he allways kept that to him self. Most orks and trolls where the dumb, aggressive, uneducated and ambition-less scum the self-made/self-unmade man despised and worst of all, most of them smelled like a bag of squash-socks. Truth be told, John secretly agreed to some of the Human Nation´s secret agendas. Anyway, John did not generalize and he apreciated certain virtues in people - Kob Parker, one of his very best friends, was an ork. To him, Georges might be one of the street´s few denizens he could respect - he was well manered, talented and seemed resonably professional and smart ... and he didn´t smell that bad. John found smelly people to be most anoying.
The information specialist noted the nickname Paddy mentioned for later research and after the gangboss had said his pice, the elf inquired more closely. He found it quiet anoying that the other elf left out all the details and didn´t even seem to remember the one key item of the perp´s name, unless he had not been abled to accuire it.
Krait: "Can you tell us anything else about EJ? I´d like to do some research, since we can´t just hope that he will turn up at his regular watering hole. Any detail might be cucial really - contacts, habits ... how did you learn what you know about him? What do you know about those two dives?"
It was anoying that John had to ask for every single item of information, but Paddy would probably enjoy it if he let that shine throug, so he didn´t.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:00
"Indeed," Carla added, trying to ignore the tension she had inadvertantly created, "Do you have any idea what kind of protection this EJ might be traveling with? How many people is it going to take to...apprehend him?"
While it was important to plan properly, she desparately wanted to get out of that basement - or at least put some distance between St. Pierre and Paddy.
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:00
"Indeed," Carla added, trying to ignore the tension she had inadvertantly created, "Do you have any idea what kind of protection this EJ might be traveling with? How many people is it going to take to...apprehend him?"
While it was important to plan properly, she desparately wanted to get out of that basement - or at least put some distance between St. Pierre and Paddy.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:30
During the exchange, Paddy's sister had been sitting in a chair smiling contentedly, either unfazed by or oblivious to the crackling hostilities in the room. She responded directly to Ms. Johnson - "Well, we're knowin' hisself works wi' that wee urchin girl with the fast hands, an' it's a safe wager there was a driver in that lorry we seen." She shrugged and smiled. Looking at Krait, she said, "We heard true 'bout hisself from a tattoo artist - giant of a man, that one was, but no match fer me dear brother. Said to check Dirty Dick's an' Humpty's Dump. He's not at the former, nor should anyone be that has an ounce o' self-respect. Reckon we're fer tryin' Humpty's Dump next. If it's like the first place, some back-up would not be minded...though I fancy meself a quality before quantity lass, if ye catch me meanin'." Her eyes drifted innocently to the troll.
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:30
During the exchange, Paddy's sister had been sitting in a chair smiling contentedly, either unfazed by or oblivious to the crackling hostilities in the room. She responded directly to Ms. Johnson - "Well, we're knowin' hisself works wi' that wee urchin girl with the fast hands, an' it's a safe wager there was a driver in that lorry we seen." She shrugged and smiled. Looking at Krait, she said, "We heard true 'bout hisself from a tattoo artist - giant of a man, that one was, but no match fer me dear brother. Said to check Dirty Dick's an' Humpty's Dump. He's not at the former, nor should anyone be that has an ounce o' self-respect. Reckon we're fer tryin' Humpty's Dump next. If it's like the first place, some back-up would not be minded...though I fancy meself a quality before quantity lass, if ye catch me meanin'." Her eyes drifted innocently to the troll.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:40
"Well, there's certainly no reason why we can't have both," Carla quickly responded. "So how far away are these places from each other. Can we monitor them both at the same time?"
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:40
"Well, there's certainly no reason why we can't have both," Carla quickly responded. "So how far away are these places from each other. Can we monitor them both at the same time?"
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:47
"Only if yer keen on splittin' up." said Conall to Carla, matter of factly.
He gave a quick look over his shoulder, toward Etain, before continuing.
"Both dives are on de waterfront. Wi' sum 'aste, wan cud move from wan ter de other, but 'tis not easy nor safe."
Tilting his head sideways a bit, Conall cracked the side of his neck in a rather annoying way.
"An' ter answer yer query," started the young shaman "it's loike me sister voiced. Guy's our guy, tsall we need to justify ourselves. Leads are short, and so is time I be suspecting."
To illustrate his point, the young elf tapped his wrist a few time "tic toc tech head. Time goes by. Time kills people. I reckon we could use some more, but sniffing the trail is only going to rob us."
The wolf shaman cleared the back of his throat in a rather unceremonious manner before continuing.
"Plan is simple. We go in. See if his there. If not, we ask around. If they don't yapper, we bonk them till they do."
Before anyone could interject, Conall turned (painfully) his attention to St.Pierre.
"How subtle can your crew be, Frenchie?"
Monday 08/15/70 20:02:47
"Only if yer keen on splittin' up." said Conall to Carla, matter of factly.
He gave a quick look over his shoulder, toward Etain, before continuing.
"Both dives are on de waterfront. Wi' sum 'aste, wan cud move from wan ter de other, but 'tis not easy nor safe."
Tilting his head sideways a bit, Conall cracked the side of his neck in a rather annoying way.
"An' ter answer yer query," started the young shaman "it's loike me sister voiced. Guy's our guy, tsall we need to justify ourselves. Leads are short, and so is time I be suspecting."
To illustrate his point, the young elf tapped his wrist a few time "tic toc tech head. Time goes by. Time kills people. I reckon we could use some more, but sniffing the trail is only going to rob us."
The wolf shaman cleared the back of his throat in a rather unceremonious manner before continuing.
"Plan is simple. We go in. See if his there. If not, we ask around. If they don't yapper, we bonk them till they do."
Before anyone could interject, Conall turned (painfully) his attention to St.Pierre.
"How subtle can your crew be, Frenchie?"
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:03:00
"Well, Lucky Charms, I'll be bringing only my two best, by which I mean the two smartest," the troll replied. "They'll lose their colors when we go off turf. And if it's the docks we're headed for, they'll blend into the terrain very nicely, acting as our eyes and ears on the perimeter. And if things get ugly, they can be counted on."
Monday 08/15/70 20:03:00
"Well, Lucky Charms, I'll be bringing only my two best, by which I mean the two smartest," the troll replied. "They'll lose their colors when we go off turf. And if it's the docks we're headed for, they'll blend into the terrain very nicely, acting as our eyes and ears on the perimeter. And if things get ugly, they can be counted on."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:0:30
"Paddy's right; we should probably get moving as soon as possible. But I need to know how you guys intend to get accurate information - if any at all - from this Mr. EJ. Roughing him up won't guarantee that he tells us the truth, and unless we intend on kidnapping him for a while, we won't be able to hold him accountable for whatever he tells us."
"Don't either of you have some sort of mind-reading tricks?" Carla asked the twins.
Monday 08/15/70 20:0:30
"Paddy's right; we should probably get moving as soon as possible. But I need to know how you guys intend to get accurate information - if any at all - from this Mr. EJ. Roughing him up won't guarantee that he tells us the truth, and unless we intend on kidnapping him for a while, we won't be able to hold him accountable for whatever he tells us."
"Don't either of you have some sort of mind-reading tricks?" Carla asked the twins.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:03:52
"Mind readin' tricks? Is that's waaat you're callin' dem."
For one reason or another, Etain found this description of her magical gift hilarious and got a good laugh out of it as she looked towards her brother.
"Sure, I'll nu if de scum is lyin' ter us, but oi can only be in wan place at wan time. T'be sure if we 'av 'imself an' 'owl 'imself somewhere neutral..."
Monday 8/15/70 20:03:52
"Mind readin' tricks? Is that's waaat you're callin' dem."
For one reason or another, Etain found this description of her magical gift hilarious and got a good laugh out of it as she looked towards her brother.
"Sure, I'll nu if de scum is lyin' ter us, but oi can only be in wan place at wan time. T'be sure if we 'av 'imself an' 'owl 'imself somewhere neutral..."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 20:04:28
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
John wanted to reply to the combat-mage right away, but Ms Johnson´s comment had stolen the moment away from him. Still his gaze lingered on the other male elf, as he engineered his counter anew. Crossing his arms befor his chest, he waited for Ayrin to answer their employer´s qestion. Then he made a clear and loud statement - though devoid of any emotion.
Krait: "No way are we going to knock his head as our first option. Violence allways IS the last resort, not because it should be, but simply because there is no other option to talk to someone after we have used it! Still, I guess it´s MJ´s call if we use our last option first."
Making a slight paus, but carefull not to let anyone interrupt him, the former court-negotiator let his arms slide back to his side and his gaze wander down the fighter´s body and back up to his eyes. Now was as bad a situation to discuss the group´s information-management as ever, and the sooner they did so, the less damage would be done in the futur.
Krait: "And yes, time is ticking. Still I asure you, I can do a fair stack of research, WHILE we are on the run. And beleave me, I can handle the information-load - that´s my kung-fu. I don´t ask you to think and I don´t ask you to sniff if you don´t want to, all I´m asking is that you share ALL information you have, as long as you have air enough to waist your breath on those cheap tirades... speaking of sharing information."
He unfastened the Airware comlink from his belt and offered it to the elven fighter´s sister. Pushing a few buttons, he made some small last minuted changes to the message he had programmed for the glamour girl.
Krait: "Read the instructions when you ..." are not stoned "... have time to do so."
Monday 08/15/70 20:04:28
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
John wanted to reply to the combat-mage right away, but Ms Johnson´s comment had stolen the moment away from him. Still his gaze lingered on the other male elf, as he engineered his counter anew. Crossing his arms befor his chest, he waited for Ayrin to answer their employer´s qestion. Then he made a clear and loud statement - though devoid of any emotion.
Krait: "No way are we going to knock his head as our first option. Violence allways IS the last resort, not because it should be, but simply because there is no other option to talk to someone after we have used it! Still, I guess it´s MJ´s call if we use our last option first."
Making a slight paus, but carefull not to let anyone interrupt him, the former court-negotiator let his arms slide back to his side and his gaze wander down the fighter´s body and back up to his eyes. Now was as bad a situation to discuss the group´s information-management as ever, and the sooner they did so, the less damage would be done in the futur.
Krait: "And yes, time is ticking. Still I asure you, I can do a fair stack of research, WHILE we are on the run. And beleave me, I can handle the information-load - that´s my kung-fu. I don´t ask you to think and I don´t ask you to sniff if you don´t want to, all I´m asking is that you share ALL information you have, as long as you have air enough to waist your breath on those cheap tirades... speaking of sharing information."
He unfastened the Airware comlink from his belt and offered it to the elven fighter´s sister. Pushing a few buttons, he made some small last minuted changes to the message he had programmed for the glamour girl.
Krait: "Read the instructions when you ..." are not stoned "... have time to do so."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:04:58
Etain stood up, a little unsteady on her feet, for two reasons. One, to take the offered commlink from Frank and two, to give him a piece of her mind as she took the commlink in her hand.
"Violence is alwus de last resort 'mm? You're jammy me brah'der doesn't alwus believe de drek you're spewin' or yer wud 'av been ghoul grub back at dat club. An' if yer tink de people at places we're aboyt ter go back ter are gonna blather first an' scrap second, I'll bloody enjoy watchin' yer git yisser noggin kicked in."
She steadied herself by placing her hand on Conall's shoulder as her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Frank.
"Informashun flows both ways, mucker. We've given yer al' dat we've been able ter dig up, a better lead than yer al' appear ter 'av foun' al' day."
Monday 8/15/70 20:04:58
Etain stood up, a little unsteady on her feet, for two reasons. One, to take the offered commlink from Frank and two, to give him a piece of her mind as she took the commlink in her hand.
"Violence is alwus de last resort 'mm? You're jammy me brah'der doesn't alwus believe de drek you're spewin' or yer wud 'av been ghoul grub back at dat club. An' if yer tink de people at places we're aboyt ter go back ter are gonna blather first an' scrap second, I'll bloody enjoy watchin' yer git yisser noggin kicked in."
She steadied herself by placing her hand on Conall's shoulder as her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Frank.
"Informashun flows both ways, mucker. We've given yer al' dat we've been able ter dig up, a better lead than yer al' appear ter 'av foun' al' day."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:00
Great, now the hostility had spilt into the other members of the group...as usual.
"Alright, that's enough," Carla spoke softly, though there was a hint of frustration in her voice. "We appreciate that you two found a lead; we simply want to know as much about him as you do - that's how we work as a team. Now, we're going to have to call a cab or get some sort of transportation, so while we're waiting for the cab to arrive, why don't you just fill Frank in on whatever it is he wants to know."
Carla eyed St. Pierre, trying to discern what his impression was of this dysfunctional group she had assembled.
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:00
Great, now the hostility had spilt into the other members of the group...as usual.
"Alright, that's enough," Carla spoke softly, though there was a hint of frustration in her voice. "We appreciate that you two found a lead; we simply want to know as much about him as you do - that's how we work as a team. Now, we're going to have to call a cab or get some sort of transportation, so while we're waiting for the cab to arrive, why don't you just fill Frank in on whatever it is he wants to know."
Carla eyed St. Pierre, trying to discern what his impression was of this dysfunctional group she had assembled.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:15
The troll raised an eyebrow slightly in sympathy, but otherwise his expression betrayed little. He did speak, though. "We have a van. It's not much, but it's street legal. You're all pretty small - we could take maybe two of you with us."
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:15
The troll raised an eyebrow slightly in sympathy, but otherwise his expression betrayed little. He did speak, though. "We have a van. It's not much, but it's street legal. You're all pretty small - we could take maybe two of you with us."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:15
"Hmm..." Carla responded to St. Pierre. "That works well. Paddy and Ayrin can certainly take the bike - if they so choose - and Frank and I can ride with you in the van."
"As a matter of fact," she added, "there may not be much of a need for me to come along anyway. I'll be little more than a burden to the rest of you."
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:15
"Hmm..." Carla responded to St. Pierre. "That works well. Paddy and Ayrin can certainly take the bike - if they so choose - and Frank and I can ride with you in the van."
"As a matter of fact," she added, "there may not be much of a need for me to come along anyway. I'll be little more than a burden to the rest of you."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:19
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
Krait: "Just trying to maximize our chances of success as much as I can. I´m sorry you misunderstood me."
The ex-lawyer said to the drugged girl, carefull not to ad intentionaly even in his mind.
Krait: "I do appreciate your contribution very much - everyone´s actually - no matter how little you think of mine."
He turned his head slightly, to include Paddy in his statement, as well as the other two.
Krait: "It would be great if we could hitch on your truck. I guess the two of you will prefer to use the cycle anyway. So unless anyone has anything else to ad, I´d be good to go."
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:19
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
Krait: "Just trying to maximize our chances of success as much as I can. I´m sorry you misunderstood me."
The ex-lawyer said to the drugged girl, carefull not to ad intentionaly even in his mind.
Krait: "I do appreciate your contribution very much - everyone´s actually - no matter how little you think of mine."
He turned his head slightly, to include Paddy in his statement, as well as the other two.
Krait: "It would be great if we could hitch on your truck. I guess the two of you will prefer to use the cycle anyway. So unless anyone has anything else to ad, I´d be good to go."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:25
As the elves traded barbs, St. Pierre sidled into a far corner of the clinic and gestured Carla over. Leaning over, he spoke very quietly. "I don't know these others at all, and trust them less. And the only reason they haven't turned down my help is because of you...and because they are too busy fighting each other. What I mean to say is, that if you are not going, there is no point in me going either. In fact, I don't think they'll get anything accomplished without you there."
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:25
As the elves traded barbs, St. Pierre sidled into a far corner of the clinic and gestured Carla over. Leaning over, he spoke very quietly. "I don't know these others at all, and trust them less. And the only reason they haven't turned down my help is because of you...and because they are too busy fighting each other. What I mean to say is, that if you are not going, there is no point in me going either. In fact, I don't think they'll get anything accomplished without you there."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:29
"They're usually better behaved than this," Carla whispered to St. Pierre. "But you're right - I should probably come along to keep them in line."
They returned to the conversation as Krait finished speaking. "Okay, I think we've done enough talking. Frank, you and I will ride with St. Pierre in his van, and Paddy - you can lead us on your bike to the destination."
"We need to figure out how to monitor both dives, though. We could split up the team so that half of us keep an eye on one dive while the other half keeps an eye on the other. Or we could have a couple of scouts scope out both places while the rest of us wait at the midpoint between them. No need to delay our departure, though - we can discuss it on the road."
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:29
"They're usually better behaved than this," Carla whispered to St. Pierre. "But you're right - I should probably come along to keep them in line."
They returned to the conversation as Krait finished speaking. "Okay, I think we've done enough talking. Frank, you and I will ride with St. Pierre in his van, and Paddy - you can lead us on your bike to the destination."
"We need to figure out how to monitor both dives, though. We could split up the team so that half of us keep an eye on one dive while the other half keeps an eye on the other. Or we could have a couple of scouts scope out both places while the rest of us wait at the midpoint between them. No need to delay our departure, though - we can discuss it on the road."
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:34
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
John unslung the massenger-bag from his shoulder and turned to Ms Johnson.
Krait: "Can I leave my stuff here? It would only be in the way, if things turn ugly! Speaking of that, maybe you could hand us some firepower, Georges?"
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:34
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
John unslung the massenger-bag from his shoulder and turned to Ms Johnson.
Krait: "Can I leave my stuff here? It would only be in the way, if things turn ugly! Speaking of that, maybe you could hand us some firepower, Georges?"
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:41
The troll replied to the elf: "We have some things in the van, though the selection may be somewhat humble by your standards. What sort of piece can you handle?"
Before they'd finished talking, Conall had grabbed his sister by the hand and was pulling towards the door - the suggestion to discuss things as they drove gave him a chance to do his duty and also escape the stench of the trog's presence, and he wasn't about to waste any time. It was time for action, not chat with subhumans and fops. He took the stairs two at a time, dragging his intoxicated twin behind him.
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:41
The troll replied to the elf: "We have some things in the van, though the selection may be somewhat humble by your standards. What sort of piece can you handle?"
Before they'd finished talking, Conall had grabbed his sister by the hand and was pulling towards the door - the suggestion to discuss things as they drove gave him a chance to do his duty and also escape the stench of the trog's presence, and he wasn't about to waste any time. It was time for action, not chat with subhumans and fops. He took the stairs two at a time, dragging his intoxicated twin behind him.
Outside Locus Hotel Delta
Monday 8/15/70 20:17:57
PAN is Mr. Victor's, Juan is passive, Alfred is Hidden, Daisy is her usual, and Sophie is in the vehicle
Casting a casual glance up and down the street, Naguel made a silent, indifferent study of the building and the vehicles near it. His own was across the street, with Sophie waiting patiently. Though his composure was perfect, a thrill ran through his body. A new start to his favorite old game. And most likely a challenge this time. The last few had been...satisfactory, but what was to insue promised to be an absolute delight.
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/15/70 20:18:06] Sophie, please search for all hotels or motels within 100 meters, and long-term parking lots within 100 meters provided a hotel or motel is within 20m.>>
<<Sophie @SPOT [8/15/70 20:18:07] At once Mr. Basurto>>
Naguel scanned up and down the street once more. It seemed empty.
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/15/70 20:18:16] Also, warm me if you see anyone coming, please, Sophie.>>
<<Sophie @ SPOT [8/15/70 20:18:17] Of course, Mr. Basurto.>>
Stirring himself to action, Nahuel casually slipped his hands out of his pockets as he started walking, the sensor bundle concealed in his right hand. He assigned it to Albert and placed its viewwindow in the top right corner of his HUD so he could insure it was angled right when he planted it. As he passed the entranceway of the building, hesitated half a step as he reached out his right arm to slip the bug small bug behind a piece petrified of chewing gum. Naguel double checked his HUD to make sure it was angled properly. Satisfied, he kept walking to the street corner, where he paused and leaned back against the wall, feeling a resounding, tranquil happiness in his heart. It had truly begun now.
That done, Naugel logged the first mission note with Daisy.
<<Archive [8/15/70 20:19:37]: Surveillance established at Locus Hotel Delta at [8/15/70 20:19:07]. Feeling happy.>>
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/15/70 20:19:49] I presume you have completed the list, Sophie. What is the address of the first possible, please?>>
Naguel starting walking again, eager to establish a temporary HQ so he could begin in earnest.
Monday 8/15/70 20:17:57
PAN is Mr. Victor's, Juan is passive, Alfred is Hidden, Daisy is her usual, and Sophie is in the vehicle
Casting a casual glance up and down the street, Naguel made a silent, indifferent study of the building and the vehicles near it. His own was across the street, with Sophie waiting patiently. Though his composure was perfect, a thrill ran through his body. A new start to his favorite old game. And most likely a challenge this time. The last few had been...satisfactory, but what was to insue promised to be an absolute delight.
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/15/70 20:18:06] Sophie, please search for all hotels or motels within 100 meters, and long-term parking lots within 100 meters provided a hotel or motel is within 20m.>>
<<Sophie @SPOT [8/15/70 20:18:07] At once Mr. Basurto>>
Naguel scanned up and down the street once more. It seemed empty.
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/15/70 20:18:16] Also, warm me if you see anyone coming, please, Sophie.>>
<<Sophie @ SPOT [8/15/70 20:18:17] Of course, Mr. Basurto.>>
Stirring himself to action, Nahuel casually slipped his hands out of his pockets as he started walking, the sensor bundle concealed in his right hand. He assigned it to Albert and placed its viewwindow in the top right corner of his HUD so he could insure it was angled right when he planted it. As he passed the entranceway of the building, hesitated half a step as he reached out his right arm to slip the bug small bug behind a piece petrified of chewing gum. Naguel double checked his HUD to make sure it was angled properly. Satisfied, he kept walking to the street corner, where he paused and leaned back against the wall, feeling a resounding, tranquil happiness in his heart. It had truly begun now.
That done, Naugel logged the first mission note with Daisy.
<<Archive [8/15/70 20:19:37]: Surveillance established at Locus Hotel Delta at [8/15/70 20:19:07]. Feeling happy.>>
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/15/70 20:19:49] I presume you have completed the list, Sophie. What is the address of the first possible, please?>>
Naguel starting walking again, eager to establish a temporary HQ so he could begin in earnest.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:41
"Don't leave without us!" Carla shouted as Paddy went out the clinic. After the door closed behind him, she turned back to the massive troll. "Paddy's the only reason why any of us got out of Ground Zero alive," she explained. "Don't mistake his...aloofness as an indication of untrustworthiness."
It was hard not to consider the double-irony of excusing an elf's rudeness to a well-mannered, French-speaking troll ganger.
Turning her attention to Krait, Carla offered to take his bag. "Here, let me put that someplace safe. I'll lock up the clinic as we head out, so your belongings should be quite secure."
The inventory closet would be a good place to stash his bag - the inventory was always kept well-secured (i.e.: by an old rusty iron lock) to prevent theft of drugs or medication. Besides, Carla wanted to "borrow" a few items from the inventory just in case anyone got hurt on the run.
Monday 8/15/70 20:05:41
"Don't leave without us!" Carla shouted as Paddy went out the clinic. After the door closed behind him, she turned back to the massive troll. "Paddy's the only reason why any of us got out of Ground Zero alive," she explained. "Don't mistake his...aloofness as an indication of untrustworthiness."
It was hard not to consider the double-irony of excusing an elf's rudeness to a well-mannered, French-speaking troll ganger.
Turning her attention to Krait, Carla offered to take his bag. "Here, let me put that someplace safe. I'll lock up the clinic as we head out, so your belongings should be quite secure."
The inventory closet would be a good place to stash his bag - the inventory was always kept well-secured (i.e.: by an old rusty iron lock) to prevent theft of drugs or medication. Besides, Carla wanted to "borrow" a few items from the inventory just in case anyone got hurt on the run.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic, the Barrio near Sea-Tac International Airport, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:48
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
Krait: "I´m flexible, whatever you´ve got should be allright, though I am hardly an expert in handling any kind of weaponry."
The elf answered to the troll, before he handed his bag to Ms Johnson. As she moved into a corner of the room, to lock it away, the technician followed her. While he cought a casual glimps of the closets other contents, he spoke to his employer in a low voice.
Krait: "There´s a small package among my stuff, it´s intended for one of this neighborhoods denizens - a girl called Belinda." He took special care, to make the last part containing gender and name especialy hard to overhear, before he added. "You´d do me a favour if you see to it, that it reaches it´s destination - especially in case something ... ugly hapens to me tonight."
He put some emotion into the pleading, chaneling part of his longing for reaching his real loved ones through it. Thus he increased the propability, that his present would reach the girl and at the same time showed some glimps of a more personal side to his Johnson, which should be usefull to strengthen their business-relationship and a prerequisit if it ever was to evolve beyond mare partners in crime.
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:48
Krait – brifing
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden (Signal 2), Moai passive (Signal 2)
Krait: "I´m flexible, whatever you´ve got should be allright, though I am hardly an expert in handling any kind of weaponry."
The elf answered to the troll, before he handed his bag to Ms Johnson. As she moved into a corner of the room, to lock it away, the technician followed her. While he cought a casual glimps of the closets other contents, he spoke to his employer in a low voice.
Krait: "There´s a small package among my stuff, it´s intended for one of this neighborhoods denizens - a girl called Belinda." He took special care, to make the last part containing gender and name especialy hard to overhear, before he added. "You´d do me a favour if you see to it, that it reaches it´s destination - especially in case something ... ugly hapens to me tonight."
He put some emotion into the pleading, chaneling part of his longing for reaching his real loved ones through it. Thus he increased the propability, that his present would reach the girl and at the same time showed some glimps of a more personal side to his Johnson, which should be usefull to strengthen their business-relationship and a prerequisit if it ever was to evolve beyond mare partners in crime.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:06:50
Once the reshuffling of gear was completed in the basement, the three went up to the street, where they were just in time to see the Tir siblings burn out on their rice rocket. Krait was flashed a text confirming that Paddy was staying in contact by comm.
Then St.Pierre collected his henchmen and they went to the vehicle.
The "van" was hardly worthy of the name, scarcely larger than a sedan, though with somewhat more headroom. Most of the windows were opaque with dust and grime. There may or may not ever have been a paint job, back in whatever decade the thing was built. If indeed it was even the product of any real factory, and not just a heap of scraps pieced together like some misshapen automotive Frankenstein's monster. It would be a wonder if it ran, and a miracle if it didn't fall apart on the road. Once the doors were open, it became clear that the front bucket seats - exposed springs and plastifoam and all - were the domain of Bandito and the Padre. Most of the back had been cleared out to make room for a giant makeshift seat for St. Pierre. Where two more people were supposed to fit was anyone's guess. A fat spider skittered out from under one seat and across the garbage-strewn floorboards.
Before either shadowrunner to make any move to determine where they should ride, the troll pulled a canvas bundle out from under his huge seat. Unrolling it revealed a motley assortment of weapons. There were two very small pistols, one of which appeared to be made of non-metallic substances. There was also a huge revolver with a six-inch barrel. And then there was a relatively small automatic weapon/rifle thing with a distinctive silhouette that even Krait could recognize as a member of the Kalishnikov family. I appeared to be older than he was.
"Take anything you like," offered the troll.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:50
Carla spotted a space behind a big box full of syringes to store Krait's bag. As he told her about Belinda, though, she wasn't quite sure to think. First of all, what business did Krait have with a resident from the barrio that Carla didn't know about? Had he been asking around about Carla? And second of all, wasn't Krait usually much more cool-headed about these things?
"I wouldn't worry about that," she said casually in reference to whether anything 'ugly' might happen to Krait. She spoke with her back to the elf as she grabbed a few slap-patches out of a cardboard box. "But if anything happens, I'll get it to her."
She stepped out of the closet and locked the heavy door behind her.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:06:50
Standing just outside St. Pierre's "van," Carla remained awkwardly silent as St. Pierre revealed his assortment of weaponry. Despite having admitted to the troll that she wasn't officially a nun, she still wanted his image of her to retain some semblance of...purity, perhaps. She somehow felt that it would be inappropriate for her to handle a gun in front of him.
Monday 08/15/70 20:05:50
Carla spotted a space behind a big box full of syringes to store Krait's bag. As he told her about Belinda, though, she wasn't quite sure to think. First of all, what business did Krait have with a resident from the barrio that Carla didn't know about? Had he been asking around about Carla? And second of all, wasn't Krait usually much more cool-headed about these things?
"I wouldn't worry about that," she said casually in reference to whether anything 'ugly' might happen to Krait. She spoke with her back to the elf as she grabbed a few slap-patches out of a cardboard box. "But if anything happens, I'll get it to her."
She stepped out of the closet and locked the heavy door behind her.
Sanctuary of St. Ignatius Clinic
Monday 8/15/70 20:06:50
Standing just outside St. Pierre's "van," Carla remained awkwardly silent as St. Pierre revealed his assortment of weaponry. Despite having admitted to the troll that she wasn't officially a nun, she still wanted his image of her to retain some semblance of...purity, perhaps. She somehow felt that it would be inappropriate for her to handle a gun in front of him.
Outside Locus Hotel Delta
Thursday 8/14/70 20:19:54
<<Sophie @SPOT [8/14/70 20:19:50] I'm afraid there is only one location licensed to let rooms within your parameters, Mr. Basurto. It is little more than a dormitory for dockworkers, although there are vacancies among its few private rooms. There are two long-term parking lots within 20 meters of that location.>>
Thursday 8/14/70 20:19:54
<<Sophie @SPOT [8/14/70 20:19:50] I'm afraid there is only one location licensed to let rooms within your parameters, Mr. Basurto. It is little more than a dormitory for dockworkers, although there are vacancies among its few private rooms. There are two long-term parking lots within 20 meters of that location.>>
Outside Locus Hotel Delta
Thursday 8/14/70 20:29:04
PAN is Offline, Juan is Hidden, Alfred is Hidden, Daisy is her usual, and Sophie is with Daisy
<<SPOT@ Sophie[8/14/70 20:20:08] That will work fine, thank you Sophie. I will rejoin you now.>>
Sighing slightly, Naguel crosses the street to his vehicle, and rejoined Sophie. He quickly drove the short distance to the one of the long-term parking lot and bought a day pass. Humming softly to himself, Naguel removed two suitcases from it and continued on to his new Headquarters- the flophouse Sophie found.
HQ Entranceway
Thursday 8/14/70 20:22:22
"I need a private room, chummer," Naguel said, putting down one of his suitcases and tossing the pimply ork working the desk a 125
credstick, "That should cover me for three days."
"Yer in room 7. Don't worry about da noise. No one else will." The ork said, tossing the maglock passcard to Naguel, who fumbled for it but missed. Sighing, he bent down and picked it up from the floor as the ork snorted a laugh. Naguel gave him a good natured smile, then went on his way. Before entering, he planted another camera, this one set to passive, above number six's doorway. Then he slid in the passcard, and inspected his new location.
One Big Empty Room.
Perfect.
Naguel began to organize his equipment. It didn't take long at all.
As Naguel readied the RFIDS, he gave quick instructions to Sophie.
<<SPOT@ Sophie[8/14/70 20:25:08] Sophie, please encrypt the following with the usual, and forward it Mr. Chu, then, locate a mapsoft schematic of Locus Hotel Data and another of the surrounding area. You make use up to 100 for this task, if greatly expenses are required, please check with me first. Favor licit means of acquiring it, and spoof the datatrail, please.>>
<<Brazil @ Chu [8/14/70 20:25:18] I require an introduction to a driver. May a meeting be arranged to discuss details?>>
<<Sophie @ SPOT [8/14/70 20:25:20] Of course, Mr. Basurto. The message is encrypting, and I will begin the search immediatly>>
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/14/70 20:25:23] Thank you, Sophie. Notify me when you find the mapsoft.>>
He gave himself a final rundown of his equipment to insure he wasn't forgetting anything, then locked back up his suitcases, locked the door to HQ, and decided to walk back to Locus Hotel Delta. After all, the man might already be inside.
Thursday 8/14/70 20:29:04
PAN is Offline, Juan is Hidden, Alfred is Hidden, Daisy is her usual, and Sophie is with Daisy
<<SPOT@ Sophie[8/14/70 20:20:08] That will work fine, thank you Sophie. I will rejoin you now.>>
Sighing slightly, Naguel crosses the street to his vehicle, and rejoined Sophie. He quickly drove the short distance to the one of the long-term parking lot and bought a day pass. Humming softly to himself, Naguel removed two suitcases from it and continued on to his new Headquarters- the flophouse Sophie found.
HQ Entranceway
Thursday 8/14/70 20:22:22
"I need a private room, chummer," Naguel said, putting down one of his suitcases and tossing the pimply ork working the desk a 125
credstick, "That should cover me for three days.""Yer in room 7. Don't worry about da noise. No one else will." The ork said, tossing the maglock passcard to Naguel, who fumbled for it but missed. Sighing, he bent down and picked it up from the floor as the ork snorted a laugh. Naguel gave him a good natured smile, then went on his way. Before entering, he planted another camera, this one set to passive, above number six's doorway. Then he slid in the passcard, and inspected his new location.
One Big Empty Room.
Perfect.
Naguel began to organize his equipment. It didn't take long at all.
As Naguel readied the RFIDS, he gave quick instructions to Sophie.
<<SPOT@ Sophie[8/14/70 20:25:08] Sophie, please encrypt the following with the usual, and forward it Mr. Chu, then, locate a mapsoft schematic of Locus Hotel Data and another of the surrounding area. You make use up to 100
for this task, if greatly expenses are required, please check with me first. Favor licit means of acquiring it, and spoof the datatrail, please.>><<Brazil @ Chu [8/14/70 20:25:18] I require an introduction to a driver. May a meeting be arranged to discuss details?>>
<<Sophie @ SPOT [8/14/70 20:25:20] Of course, Mr. Basurto. The message is encrypting, and I will begin the search immediatly>>
<<SPOT @ Sophie [8/14/70 20:25:23] Thank you, Sophie. Notify me when you find the mapsoft.>>
He gave himself a final rundown of his equipment to insure he wasn't forgetting anything, then locked back up his suitcases, locked the door to HQ, and decided to walk back to Locus Hotel Delta. After all, the man might already be inside.
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