Autograph? What the hell?! Nadia is pretty curious about what is going on, but chooses to find out later as she walks to the car and opens the door for Hobbes.

"Let's get you buttoned-up Mr. Hobbes. Safer that way."

Caitlin is a bit surprised, to say the least, when George hands her a piece of paper and a pen. But with a mental shrug, she writes "Always keep believing, Charlie", then, since she has no idea who she's supposed to be impersonating, signs it with an illegible scrawl. She then hands it back to George, with her face schooled into a pleasant but nonchalant look, as if she is used to meeting "fans" all of the time.

George, taking the pen and notpad back, simply shrugged his shoulders at Caitlin. With the brightest of smiles, he headed back to the security guard, giving him his belongings.

"Thank you again officer."

On that, the Ork got back onto his Scorpion who was waiting behind the limo. The car was large and seemed a bit clumsy; George felt safer on his bike. He was the one in control, and he could keep an eye on the ouside world. On the other hand, he had no idea where exactly they were heading, and he'd have to stay sharp as not to loose the Nightsky.

He had millions of questions for his teammates, and employer... but they could all wait until the man was somewhere safe.

Regretting not buying a coffee. Nadia looks around the limo's interior for a well-stocked mini-bar. If one is accesible she will grab a soda, it's too early for the good stuff.

Nadia is pleased to see that there is indeed a fully stocked bar, including a variety of alcoholic beverages, but then disappointed to see very few mixers, the only one which seems suitable for Nadia's purpose is a can of some kind of caffine beverage, with words written on it in what appears to be Thai. The only English which appears, is in a speech bubble of a cartoon character which looks disturbingly sperm-like, only with a huge smile. He (assuming it's a He) says in bold letters, "Tastes like FUN!"

Taking a sip, Nadia discovers it, in point of fact, definetely does NOT taste like fun.

Hobbes watches the expression on Nadia's face as the obscured soda-pop touches her lips, and begins laughing in a social awkward sort of way.

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George Only

Nadia pitches the decidedly unfun can and decides that it is indeed late enough in the day for the good stuff.

"You gotta warn me about stuff like that," she says to Hobbes as she pours a small amount of rum into a glass. "So, what hotel are we going to?"

Caitlin, who seems to be distractedly looking out the back window, frowns slightly.

“Hold on, we seem to have picked up a tail,” she grins wryly “...unless it’s another one of my ‘fans’ following us. I’ll give George first crack at getting rid of him - damn, I wish we had commlinks. If that doesn’t work out, we can turn onto a less busy street, where I can zap him without creating a traffic accident.”

Nadia tries following Caitlin's eyes out the window, but cannot spot their follower.

"Too bad I can't yell at him from here." she says. Her frown immediately changes to a slightly evil grin. "I could tell him to crash."

Caitlin, still tracking their pursuer, answers Nadia.

"As long as it's just him crashing, it'll be all right. Now, if he pulls away from the other cars at any time... damn, hard to track him, he's staying back a ways. But if I can't isolate him soon, and if George doesn't draw him out, then I think we need to do what I said earlier. Turn to a less crowded street, so I can zap him. I don't know if we want to risk nabbing him afterwards. That would be kind of high profile, and I doubt he would be able to tell us anything useful, at any rate. He's just a hired gun."

"Maybe the driver knows something about losing tails. If the hotel provides this type of service maybe he's been in this position before. Do you think we should ask him?"

As you drive, you come upon a stoplight, which the driver, dutifully stops for.

For a moment the Limo... George behind it, the drone above it, and the biker behind everybody are all at a stand still. It doesn't appear that the biker is aware that they've been spotted. Caitlin figures if there was an opportunity, this might be it.

The road you are on is two lanes north, and two lanes south, and fairly congested. Your left and right are surrounded by tall glass buildings which seem to go off into infinity in a phallic gesture of corporate dominance no doubt.


"Is there a problem? I certainly hope not. We aren't far from the Hilton now." Hobbes pips up, having been quiet until now.

When he had first spotted the drone, George was almost sure it was a Lonestar Strato drone. After all, they were a pretty common sight in the streets of Seattle. But something about the "behavior" of the drone had alerted him: it was running in a shadowing pattern, immitating the Nightsky moves to perfection. That was no regular drone. It was difficult to say from the distance, and the fact that he was trying to drive, but the drone didn't appear to be armed. Odds were, if it was here for Hobbes, it was simply a surveillance one.

Which meant that everything that had happened so far, George had to assume had been recorded, or at least heard, by whomever was after Hobbes.

Just what do you have that others want so bad?

Unless something drastic happened, George didn't believe there would be any way to loose the drone: it was far more agile than a bike and a limo in afternoon trafic...

Unless I can take it out...

It was a pretty long shot, especially with a Savalette Guardian, but it was still doable.

No. Too risky. Could cause panic.

Once at the hotel, they'd have to organise the operation, and relocate as soon as possible. "They" would know that Hobbes was holding out at the Hilton. They weren't even at the "safehouse" point yet, and it was blown.

Caitlin smiles grimly. "Well, we may not wind up staying at the Hilton very long. We've already picked up at least one tail. Let's see if I can at least take care of that right now." She seems to gaze intently at the biker, as she focuses her will into a magical attack on their pursuer.

Caitlin's concentrates, only to be rewarded with the satisfaction of seeing the red and black garbed biker slump off their bike and land on the ground. As they do, the light turns green, and the Limo begins to roll forward. The vehicles behind their tail stop, with at several motorists going to the biker's aid.


George is alerted to a thumping sound, and sees a biker in red and black fall off his mount. Which wouldn't be that concerning, except he notices the drone take an apparent interest in the happenings behind him as it reverses course, and hovers may 40 yards above the scene, examining the biker and those gathering to assist him. The Light turn greens, and the limo begins to roll forward. As George looks back as they travel several blocks he sees the drone remain in a hovering position examining the crash. Nadia and Caitlin see a drone looking out over Caitlin's handiwork for the first time..

The Limo takes a left, and than a right, and than a left again, before rolling up at the front door of the Seattle Hilton... A door man in a red uniform with gold piping and what must be some kind of 'ware that keeps his posture as straight as a ramrod. He opens the rear door, and Hobbes pounces for the exit before being caught around the nape of the neck by Nadia.

As the three of you scope out the front entrance, you see three wide glass doors, each framed with large obvious MAD devices. bulky doormen doubling as security stand at each entrance, one per door. A U-shaped loading/unloading area is where your limo is currently parked, it is underneath an overhead covering.

Street side there is a wide sidewalk featuring a smattering of folks walking about, apparently uninterested in a limo, parked among a series of limos, waiting to unload its passengers.

The street is partially blocked from view by large planters filled with engineered trees for decoration, and probably doubling as road blocks for vehicle borne-explosives. One can't help but notice that the man-made plasti-trees provide good cover from the scopes of any waiting snipers. Whoever planned the Hilton here in Seattle was either very security aware, or had watched one to many News Trid shows about Seattle and its "terrorism" problem.

"Hang on a minute boss," Nadia says to Hobbes. "We got followed a little while ago, you may not want to just run out into the open."

Making sure that he stays put, she exits the limo first and looks around for George. Seeing the MAD scanners she thinks of the contents of her bag. I wonder how strict their policy on guns is? Pretty strict by the looks of it. My good old Manhunter might be a problem.

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"Just give us one moment please," Nadia says with a smile to the doorman who had opened the door to the limo.

She pokes her head back into the vehicle, "Hey boss, did you register for the room under your real name?"

"Of course I did," Hobbes says for the benefit of the nearby doorman, "I'm Sebastian Howard Bonaparte, and proud of it." He gives Nadia a wink.

"Now let's get this show on the road... I've got things to see and people to do.."

Apparently Hobbes is enjoying his newly adopted persona of Mr. Sebastian Howard Bonaparte.

Turning off his bike's motor, George carried his heavy frame all the way to the limo. As he walked to the car, he couldn't help but notice all the security measure the hotel had.

Nice place.

Getting to Nadia's side, he took his shades off to polish them with one of his sleeves.

"Looks like a pretty tight place after all."

He tought about informing her of the drone that had followed them earlier, but decided agaisnt it. Hobbes looked jumpy enough like this... he'd wait for some privacy.

"I hope they have a checkout counter for ware... or else just getting ourselves in might be one frag of a hassle"

Leaning forward on the open passanger door, George peered inside the Nightsky.

"Sir, I take it you didn't warn the hotel you had a security detail accompanying you?"

"I'll see if I can clear it up," Nadia says.

Turning away from the limo, she strolls to the security podium.

"We're Mr. Bonaparte's party," she informs the head doorman as politely as possible. "I am afraid I have made a mistake in my duties as part of his security team. What is the hotel's regular procedure for checking-in protected guests, their personelle, and their various pieces of 'equipment'?"

The Head doorman/Security Guard, looks over a pocket secretary, tapes in a few numbers, and than, when he sees that Bonaparte is in fact a registered guest, and in the Corporate Tier 3 Suite, He brightens.

"Ah yes ma'am. That won't be a problem. we'll simply need you to provide a list of any "materials" you are bringing into the hotel, along with a scan of your credsticks to insure the proper permits and licenses. Shouldnt' take but a few moments."

"Oh," Nadia fumbles for a moment. Then begins to wihisper in a conspiratiorial manner. "Well, we're sort of, unofficial, if you get my meaning. I can tell you that one of my companions may not take well to an overly thorough scan. Is there any way we can settle this without the background checks, but still meet the hotel's specifications?"

He whispers back...

"Rules are rules but..ah.. I suppose I could make an exception..." His fingers make the universal symbol for cash...

"A small fee, and i'll clear up any licensing issues. But any trouble anywhere in the hotel, and we're blaming you..."

"700 sounds about right."

"You sir, are a gentleman," Nadia says as she reaches for a credstick. "Normally I would tell you that four hundred should be enough, but the boss is footing the bills so here's your seven."

With that taken care of, Nadia turns and waves to George. "Let's go." she calls to him.

Seeing Nadia work her "magic", George could do nothing but raise an eyebrow. The girl was obviously good with people... something he envyed, but wasn't going to addmit it. He gave a quick circular look, just to make sure. That "drone" really had spooked him.

We'll have to relocate... fast.

Extending his large arm toward the hotel, he gestured to Hobbes.

"Right this way, sir." looking over his glasses, his brown eyes were set on Caitlin "You keep sharp on the astral."

He permitted himself a smile.

"So far so good, girl. Doing great."

Although his face was smiling, there didn't seem to be any true expression in his voice. Like always, his tone seemd detached, cold. Maybe it was his way of staying professional...

As Hobbes stepped out of the limo, George got into bodyguard mode. His vest was open, to give him better acces to his weapon, and he was never more than foot from Hobbes: behind him and a bit to the side.

Caitlin is outwardly calm, but is impatient to get to their rooms, so they can plan the next step - none of them even have all of their gear yet, and they picked up a tail before they even reached the hotel. She had mentioned earlier that they would need to keep on the move, but she thought they might at least be able to grab their stuff, and get a bit of shut-eye first.

She carefully scans the astral, mindful to stop when they pass any wards - she is also mentally evaluating the hotel's magical security. She appreciates the obvious work they have put into physical security, but it only takes one materialized fire elemental to render merely mundane protections moot.

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Hobbes plays his role to a tee, shaking the head doorman's hand, and depositing the cash, while at the same time gesturing at the bellboy as the driver pops open the trunk. The bellboy is soon weighted down with a large black duffel bag, a suit bag, and a heavy metal briefcase.

The Group moves onwards.. and upwards. The lobby opens to a great expanse of people, hustling and bustling, There is a sport bars, some kind of cafe/french resturant themed place, and a number of gift and book shops. The bellboy lurches under the weight of the bags, towards the elevators.. There is a bank of 3 on one side, 3 on the other. A closed fire door with a picture of someone running down the steps shows you where the stairs are.

"BING!" The center elevator opens...

"This is the direct elevator to the Corporate Tier 3 Suite Penthouse... You'll need a key to access it." The Bellboy says... It looks like a vein in his forehead is going to pop out as he drags the bags aboard the elevator. The rest of the group follows suit, as the bellboy fumbles in his pocket for a key. Which he swipes as the door closes.

"Bing,Bing,Bing" The express elevator seems to fly upwards about 30 stories, although according to the lighted number panel its actually only 16, and than the door opens..

"Bing"

the elevator opens directly into the living room of the suite which features white furry carpeting. A plush white sofa, as well as two thick chairs face a huge trideo screen on the opposite wall. There is a hallway leading left, and a one leading right. The Bellboy drops the bags with a 'thump' and begins to give the tour...

When its all over... you discover the room has a small kitchen just off the living room to the left. Also to the left is the master bedroom and masterbath, featuring a king sized bed and a whirlpool spa respectively. To the right is two other bedrooms, each with two twin beds, each with an attached bathroom, including small shower. Several rooms have windows, but they are all opaque. More importantly, there does not appear to be any physical or astral threat or potential threat in any of the rooms.

After getting a sizeable tip from Hobbes, the Bellboy deposits four keys, and promptly departs.

After pocketing one of the keys, George gave a brief look suite, acknowledging it all with only a short grunt. It would have to do for now. The ork procedeed in pulling down all the blinds in every single room. Even if the windows were opaque, that didn't change the fact that anyone with a thermographic sensor could probably seen in... the kind of sensor a drone could easily carry.

Once the man had gotten a good feel of the layout, he chose a sofa at random in the living room and sat, holding himself as straight as a wooden plank.

As always, his deep voice didn't seem to carry any emotions as he spoke.

"Sir" his eyes were on Hobbes "no matter what, you will not get close to those windows, and from now on, you do not go anywhere alone. Ever. From now on, everything you do, you must tell us before hand. You do not call anyone without telling us before. You do not mention your location to anyone. You do not talk to anyone unless you absolutely must. Am I clear?" George sounded polite... but nothing he said sounded like suggestions.

The ork got back up and started taking his tie and jacket off.

"I am not sure what you have in your possession that is so important, but whom ever is coming after you has some resources" once again, he seemed detached from the whole affair "There was an aerial drone following us. We lost him when that biker went down."

A large silver and black Savalette Guardian was holstered on his right side. A double magazine holder compensated the weight on the other side.

"There is a good chance that this safehouse is already compromised. We need to relocate, as soon as possible. If 700 nuyens can get us in here, fully armed, it means that anyone with some cred can sneak weapons in." As he spoke, his eyes alternated between Caitlin and Nadia.

He pointed a thick finger toward the elevator.

"And this place has only one way in, one way out. Anyone coming up can pin us down."

His deep brown eyes went back to Hobbes.

"Sir, do you know how to handle a firearm? I do not want you to get involved in anything if something does happen, but it would be an extra security measure. Also, do you have any idea who could be coming after you. Anything you can provide will make our job easier. If we can anticipate the sort of threat, we will be much more able to deal with it."

After having walked a few paces, the George sat back down.

"Ladies; comm gear. What do you have?"

I'm going to have to call Judith... There's no way I'll be home for dinner...

Nadia removes her shoes and takes a seat on a big recliner as George begins his speech. She is pretty disappointed that he wanted to leave such a nice place, but she could see some of his points.

"I've just got my wrist phone and a pager. Sorry." she says in response to his question.

"Um, could we stay here if we piled a bunch of furniture and things in front of the elevator?" She pretty much knows what the ork's answer will be, but as she curls her legs up under herself, Nadia realizes that she really likes the chair. Her eyes begin to search the suite for foodstuffs. If they had to leave she was going to fill her bag with some of this swank stuff.

Hobbes looks frustrated as he listens to the ork speak. He waits for George to finish, and than says.

"The meet is in the conference room in this building, booking the conference room is what enabled me to get such a good price on the digs." He says, with a smile, than frowns, and adds, " Leaving means we would have to be in transit to some other place, and than come back here... That being said, we can do what you think is best." He pauses for a moment, as if thinking, and than says, "no worries about the windows, I've got alot of work to do, so you can just stick me where ever and I can get to it. I've never handled a firearm, but i'd be willing to give it a try if you think its necessary." He pauses slightly longer... his face in turmoil, as if he's trying to decide if he wants to tell you something or not... finally he does.

"the meet is with Microdeck. But as i've said its potentially very lucrative, so any number of companies could be interested in getting a hold of it... unfairly. I would rather not disclose any more details than that."

With that, Hobbes gets up, and begins to unlock the metal briefcase... He fumbles for awhile with the code, and then pulls out the swankest, tricked out cyberdeck you've seen in. of course none of you are of that technical persuasion so there's no telling how much it really cost, but it looks like it was a sizeable investment.


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"Well, we're going to have to get you some sort of comm gear. If something goes wrong, paging you will be my last of worries."

When Nadia mentionned piling up the furniture, George had no reaction what so ever. Either he haddn't heard her... or simply chosen to ignore the suggestion.

As Hobbes spoke, the ork was busy trying to get a wrinkle out of his crisp white shirt.

"If you'd rather we stay here sir, than, that is your call. I am simply stating that if your survival is your number one priority, then, looking for an alternative safehouse might be good. I'll make the necessary arrangement... in case we need to move."

He started putting his jacket back on.

"Well, ladies, which one of you would like to go collect whatever gear you deem necessary? I have a few calls to make."

A slightly bitter smile flits across Caitlin's face as she gazes around the room; the suite reminds her of her former circumstances, and how far she's fallen. She answers George:

"Just a phone and pager, likewise. I agree that we are in a tenuous situation. This room is comparatively isolated - that makes it more defensible, but also easier for assailants to sneak in, and easier for them to box us in. We were followed as we left the meet - at least the drone and biker seemed to be working together; that means only one enemy, so far. It doesn't bode well for your girlfriend, though, Hobbes. She should have come with us. If she calls, be wary - it could be a trap, especially if she asks to meet you alone for any reason."

As Hobbes sets up his expensive-looking deck, Caitlin asks, "Does that thing have a wireless link? George is right - we do need to stay on the move. The real gauntlet will be coming back - since they probably know where the meeting is, as well."

She looks wryly at Nadia as George asks his second question - the adept obviously looks like she wants to settle down for awhile. "Why don't I go first? I don't need to get much, but it's very important that I get my first aid gear. I know I'm going to need it."

George was already busy dialing some number on his cell phone.

"Very well. I'll get us a hold of some comm decent comm gear." he looked up, from his phone, at Caitlin "Hurry up and make sure you don't get tailed."

Without any other word of luck, George stepped out in one of the bedroom to get some privacy.

With a nod, a smile, and a wave, Caitlin is on her way to the elevator, dialing up a taxi on her cell phone as the elevator heads towards the lobby.

1645 September 17th "The Book Store" University District, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

Hobbes just shrugs at Caitlin's question as he merrily plugs the deck into the jackpoint on the telecom/trid/entertainment system in the living room. Before plugging into his data jack he faces the three and says,

"While I appreciate what you are saying... and you are certainly being professional and earning your pay.. I need to be able to conduct my business. That requires that I be in the conference room of this hotel at 5:00 pm on the 20th. It also includes alot of preliminary work, most of its on the 'deck. Provided those two conditions are met, security is your purview, and i'll do what you say." He lifts the deck up for Nadia's benefit, and points at a button.

"If you need me to come out, push that, and it'll let me know okay? Just don't pull the plug, cause that would fraggin suck."


He sits down on the couch, and jacks in... his face going expressionless, as he is off to do whatever it is he needs to do.

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Caitlin Only

1710 September 17th "The Seattle Hilton", 16th floor, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

When George got back to the living room, where Nadia and Hobbes were still sitting, Caitlin was already gone. The fact that none of them had any decent comm gear slightly annoyed him.. but he decided not to go on the subject again. Bringing down the women for what he thought were rookie mistakes wasn't going to make the run any easier. Plus, he had to get along with them for the next three days.

Dealing with Miron had put him in a better mood; the man was a true professional, and would get what George needed. Resting his side on the doorway to the living room, the ork decided that it was time to get to know the team he was working with.

"Nadia... right? What sort of expertise do you have? I'd like to get a feel of how you and Caitlin work. If the shit hits the fan, I'd like to be sure I can rely on you."

Strangely, the ork was still wearing his mirror shades... He either liked looking cool, or his vision was highly augmented.

Caitlin Only

Nadia slowly reaches into her bag and pulls out her Colt Manhunter. "I'm a pretty decent shot with this and I am learning some skills with a knife, but my real skills have to do with some of the powers I am learning I have as an adept."

Returning the gun to her bag and wandering over to the gift basket she continues, "I'm pretty good at talking to people. As you can see I was able to get us in here without having to go through the regular scans. Also I can imitate voices that I have heard, but it takes some concentration. I might not be much good in a fight, but I'll do what needs to be done."

She takes a bite of cheese and cracker, savouring the "real" food taste. "And if anyone catches a bullet I might be able to patch them up."

1800 September 17th "The Seattle Hilton", 16th floor, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

As Nadia and George stood in the living room, they couldn't help but notice Hobbes begin tapping rapidly away at his deck. His face had a look of intense concentration... his eyes blinkingly rapidly, as drops of sweat ran down his face. Its enough to make Nadia and George glad they don't have desk jobs.

1806, September 17th "The Seattle Hilton", 16th floor, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS


George had seemed satisfied in doing nothing for the past 50 minutes. He had sat, silent, not moving a muscle or saying a word for the whole time. It was obvious that social interaction wasn't one of the quality the ork possessed.

Finally, after another few minutes he got up and walked to the window, parting the blinds on the side with two outstreched fingers... as if he was almost afraid to approach the window.

In his usual low tone, he spoke to Nadia over his shoulder.

"She sure is taking her time. She's been gone for over an hour."

Even if he hadn't said anything about how he was feeling, it was obvious that George didn't like the situation.

"Combat experience. Do you have any actual live trigger time?" he turned to examine her as he spoke.

"If anything goes down; if lead starts flying... or anything else for that matter, you take care of him", what arms crossed over his chest, he nodded toward Hobbes. "Get him moving, get him to cover. Ok?"

1923, September 17th "The Seattle Hilton", 16th floor, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

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The Elevator bings, and once again the group is all united. George nominates himself to go next for gear, which everyone seems to think is acceptable. If the next drone they run into had something heavier than a camera they would certainly need whatever firepower George could offer..
Hobbes was still tap tap tapping away, without so much as a break to eat or use the restroom. Whatever the hell he was doing, he seemed to be dedicated too it. There are a few moments of chatter, before George makes his way downstairs.


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"Holy drek!" Nadia yells as she jumps out of her chair. "Is that supposed to be happening?" She frantically looks to Caitlyn, hopeing the other woman knew more about decking than she did.

Caitlin frowns.

"I've seen it happen, but only to deckers who were messing with things like IC. I thought he was just using the deck for work, not something potentially dangerous. We have him covered physically and magically, but we can't help him in the matrix. Try hitting that button he showed you. Don't jack him out yet, though. We have no idea what we'll be interrupting, and dumpshock is not something to take lightly.

Meanwhile, I'll take a look at his condition. Don't worry, I've had people who have been gutshot up and about after I patched them up, so a bloody nose won't be a problem to fix."

As she turns her gaze to Hobbes, Caitlin's face takes on that same look of concentration that she had right before that biker fell over. Other than that, she appears calm, despite inwardly seething. In the end, they can only protect Hobbes to the extent that he allows them to, but even if it isn't their fault, they will still all have a blot on their reputations if he succumbs to any unpleasantness.

Nadia hits the button that Hobbes had shown her and waits for any sign change.

His hands tap wildly, as the blood flows a little more freely from his right nostril. a brief, nanosecond of a pause, and than more taping. Finally Hobbes snatches the jack from his head, blinks a couple of times, and says...

"Sweet merciful DREK!" He looks at the two women for a moment, as if he can't recognize them, then smiles and says,

"I don't think I'll be doing any more computer work for awhile." He sees them staring at his face, and he reaches up and touches his nose, seeing blood.

"Oh.." He frowns slightly than says, "You should see the other guy."

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"What happened, boss?" Nadia asks as she hands him a washcloth from the bar to wipe away the blood. "Pressing the button didn't mess you up did it?"

Caitlin, who still has a look of focused concentration in her eyes, answers distractedly. "He doesn't seem to have any physical injuries, beyond being knocked a bit loopy - that can happen when you run into trouble in the matrix. And it started before you pressed the button, so you didn't do anything wrong - suddenly disconnecting him, now that would have been a no-no."

Her gaze at Hobbes becomes more normal, less distant. "You were lucky, though. Jacked in, none of us could have done a thing to help you. Now, someone or something obviously detected you. Do you think they could have traced you to this location?"

Hobbes takes the offered washcloth and wipes away the drying blood.

"I don't think he pinpointed me. Even if he did he won't be telling anyone about it till he wakes up about 3 days from now." Hobbes is grinning like a cat that ate a canary. "Mean bastard though.. Quick too. Ninja-looking fragger all jumped out at me while I was doing my thing. He went straight for the blackest drek too but no dice... and I've nailed down his jackpoint too."


Hobbes smiles broadly, and than meanders over to the gift basket, munching on some cheese. He points a wedge of swiss at Nadia and Caitlin, and says, with a mouthful of cheese,

"Have you guys tried this? Its good stuff!"

1930, September 17th, somewhere between "The Seattle Hilton" and Pullyup, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

Feeling the ear unit phone vibrating in his breast pocket, George attached the gadget to his ear. Over the roaring sound of his bike, Miron's voice barely made it thru.

Two grand was a lot of money. Well, the ork wouldn't have considered it a lot of money, usually, but considering the pay of the mission... He was also slightly annoyed that none of the woman had any communication gear. Transceivers were the very basic element of any shadowrunning team teamwork. If individuals weren't able to clearly communicate in the field, efficiency and survivability decreased.

"Well, the gear isn't for me" screamed the ork over the bike's sound. "I'm going to have to run those numbers by those who need it. I'll try to call you back as soon as possible."

As he overtook a Ford Americar cruising at low speed, George decided to run something by his fixer.

"Hoi chummer, while I got you on the line, would you know of anyone running an operation on a certain guy called Hobbes? Phill Hobbes. He's the president of Phiber Electronic Technology... and an ex college student. If you could keep your ear to the ground concerning anything involving this guy, I'll make it worth your while. Also, you think you could find me a reliable decker? I need some snooping to be done. Thanks a bunch buddy."

As George hung up, he took the closest exit. He was almost home. Hopefully, Judith wouldn't be there... I loved her, very much, but didn't feel like explaining the whole situation to her, not yet.