Pocketing a credstick with his left hand, Sander's right went into his jacket to retrieve the letter... but he extend it toward the boss only when his left was back out of his pocket.

"There you go sir. You will find the package intact and untouched." he said in an official sounding voice.

Straigthening his tie, Sander spoke again.

"Unless you require our further services, my associates and I will leave you to your business."

The boss briefly checks his package, nods in approval, "Michael, if you show the lady and these gentlemen out."

Assuming that none of you have anything to say, Michael will escort off the premises, in the politest possible way, and watch you carefully as you pull away. I quick switch back along the routes already used will return you to the Pueblo sector, where those who left stuff can be pick it up. It looks like that job is over but, with a good team to back you up, maybe there may be some other opportunities...

<Well, that was a most successful venture, would that all my activities were as stress free. Gentlemen, lady, may I stand you a drink at a somewhat grubby, but nethertheless interesting bar I know of in this area, within which we may discuss future activities?>

The drive was rather fast and uneventful, just like Sander wanted. The run was over, the money was in his pockets and he was a happy camper. All in all, it had been a rather good day. Night had now fallen, and the streets were getting busy with the late crowd.

Getting off Reggie's bike, and silently swearing never to get on it again, Sander answered back to Shiver, not using the comm system. After all, he was only a few feet away.

"I wouldn't be agaisnt it. Nothing better like relaxing with a good drink after a job well done."

Shiver puts on a dry smile, 'Hmmm... "Relaxing"... yes, I've heard of that; tried it once, didn't like it.'

Once the package was delivered and business concluded, Reg relaxed and pocketed the funds. This old-world method of using credsticks instead of simply transfering funds is not something the elf was accustomed to.. but shrugs it away as one of the oddities of Denver. With 4 nations, automatic banking could become more work than it's worth at times... hard cred it is...

They quietly make the way out to the bikes, only once they've cleared the estate and the floater reports that no-one's following, does Reg speak up.
<"Yes, that went quiet well indeed, always like simple courier runs that go off without a hitch, makes my life a lot easier. If anyone needs to get back to the PCC, you're welcome to follow me back. Clark seems to need something back there.">

After a brief exchange through the helmet radios, the elf had agreed to bring Sander back to the Denim.
<"I'm transmitting you my MatrixMail and IM ID, if you need me, just drop me a line. Once I'm done dropping Clark off, I'm heading back to the Five by Five, see if I can touch base with some chummers... anyone's welcome to join me there.">

< Well done, friends. That went really smooth. Your knowledge of these smuggling tunnels has been really useful, Reg. Looking forward to working with ya'll again in future. >

Felice will leave her commnumber, if the others do not have it already, anyways, to stay in contact.

< I for one have no other obligations for now, so I would take you up on your offer, Shiver. Directions? >

Alastor takes his credstick and pockets it away safely, following the others outside silently.
<Well done guys, that was a good run. It went smoothly and quickly. Thanks Reggie for the tunnel routes. I'll have to remember those for the future. It was good working with you guys, and if you ever wish to contact me again you know my commlink number. Unfortunately, as much as I would like to join you for drinks, I must sadly take my leave. Good evening.>
And with that, he gets back onto his bike, and heads off back home.

<"Just a small reminder... Not to put a damper on your parade. The routes we took are typically kept among Coyote and smugglers. I wouldn't recommend using them too often without a guide, the clean up crews do routinely patrol the common routes, and may ask for ID if they see a new face.">

Reg hopes that Alastor caught that comment before leaving the range of the personal network the team had established.. If not, he'd learn soon enough. Reg doesn't let that dampen the spirits and rides on through the network of tunnels, trading small talk through the helmet radios with Sander as they go. If anything Reg wants to know at least one of the 'runners the elf may be teamed up with again in the future.

Shiver comms the name, and map reference of <The Boiling Crucible>

"It's almost exactly as trite as it sounds. As no self-respecting awakened would be caught dead there, and the average threat level of the patrons is somewhat below asthmatic puppy, it's a great place to wind down. That and the drinks are cheap, and the music is below pain threshold."

Ophis

“Cool, then let's hit it! I hope the drinks are not too watered-down. If Eury wants to come as well, we might have a transportation problem, though. And maybe we should just join Reg in the Five by Five? Or Reg comes to the Crucible, too? No need head out into two different haunts.”

Well, I suggested <The Boiling Crucible> as I tend to avoid places at which I picked a run up immediatly after the run is complete. <Reggie, I would request if you wish to discuss matters further with me, perhaps you could bring your chummers to the crucible, or we could just meet another day>. As subtlety and border guards are no longer a major concern, transport should no longer be a problem.

Alastor heads off, going back through to the Pueblo sector before making his wa back through the official borders in order to not arise suspicion for having passed through just the once. He heads back home, doing his best to stay quiet and not get caught returning, dumping his gear in its usual spot.

"Hang on a second," Says Shiver, after a moment's thought, "I'm thinking about the wrong bar, aren't I? I'm happy to meet wherever, I guess."

"I've had a splitting headache all evening, so I'm going to split, sorry guys. See you around." Eury heads back off to his home, taking public transport again.

01:53:24, June 2nd, 2070
UCAS Sector
Felice

It is almost 2 am when Felice gets back home, still somewhat tipsy from the drinks; gladly she didn't get into a traffic check. After dumping her clothes she had worn for the good part of the night, she hops under the shower and then heads straight into her cozy bed. Sleep came easy that night, all in all it had been a very successful day.

During the following days, Felice calls some of her more reliable contacts in Denver to aquire a few items, which one cannot or does not want to buy officially. The earnings from the run are melting away quickly. She also visits Tommy, the squatter, to repair his commlink, as she had promised. It turns out, that the item is beyond repair, and only buying a new one can fix it. “Gotta have to be a little more careful with my promises, I guess. Ok, I will get you a new one.” Unspurprisingly, Tommy was quite happy to hear that.

Once the business of dropping Sander off is complete, Reg stays at the Denim for a short time, picking up the little drone while at it. Though the music here at the Denim is more the elf's style - the leather jacket and gray jumpsuit just doesn't mesh in with the style of the bar scene... probably best to go back to the Five by Five where Reg will fit in with the crowd of coyote and riggers and smugglers hanging out between runs.... Besides, it's a good place to keep an ear to the ground on what's happening around town and where to get new biz.

05:00, June 2nd, 2070
The Five by Five Pub
It's well into the early morning, and the crowd is really starting to thin out. It's been a productive night through, Reg was able to secure leads on a couple of new drones and get the parts to modify the bike and the Stormcloud with some additional toys. Sandy was at the bar tonight and it was fun 'catching' up with her - even if it was for a short period before the bison rigger picks up a shipment going to Portland.
The two find grab some breakfast before finding some quiet place to bunk for the day. Reg is in no hurry, it'll be a couple of days before the drones will be ready to pick up.

Date:- June 8th.
Time:- 0134
Location:- CAS sector, Denver

Sander rolls onto his back, Dora seems to have enjoyed herself as least as much as him. As he pauses to catch his breath she rolls on to her side propping her head up on one hand.

"So, sweetie, are you and the team you recently worked with looking for a Job? A friend is looking for a small group of runners, with the ability to be subtle and keep a low profile. If you get to Weekday Eclipse at 6 tonite he'll make his offer. Ask at the bar for Pete Morgan, he'll want to meet the whole team."

She smiles at Sander, with perfect teeth startlingly white against her tanned skin. Her eyes twinkle anticipating Sander's reaction.

01:34:50 June 8th, a classy apartment, CAS sector, Denver

Both arms crossed behind his head, his exposed muscular chest gleaming with sweat, Sander half grinned at Dora. The amerind woman wasn't just beautiful, she was also terribly smart. He considered her to be his single and only flaw... the only thing he would have trouble dropping if he ever spotted the heat around the corner. Dora was a rather well known journalist in Denver, and so, Sander rarely spoke about his work with her. The good thing was she never really asked either.

He ran his strong hand into her long flowing hair.

"A friend, hey?" he said, letting his usually disguised south african accent come through. He reached down and kissed her.

"I'll see what I can arrange." he whispered in her ear.

Cred. Good.

03:55:09 June 8th, a classy apartment, CAS sector, Denver

Sander stood on Dora's balcony, watching Denver's nightscape, feeling the warm air on his face. His commlink in one hand, he sent a short text message to the rest of the runners he had met not so long ago, using, as always, the fake name of "Clark"

<<Job opportunity.
No intel available.
Weekday Eclipse, 6 pm, today.
The contact is a certain Pete Morgan.
Ask at the bar for him.
Don't be late.
-Clark>>

Once the message was sent, Sander went and crawled back into bed. In a few hours, he'd leave for his own pad and would do a bit of prep work.

08:30:00, June 8, 2070
Schmoe's Garage - UCAS Sector

Reg reads over 'Clark's message a second time as the elf finishes up some minor adjustments on the Stormcloud's new sensor package. Biz is always good, and Sander so far has shown to be - though shrewd - a professional. Reg sends an acknowledgement to Clark that the elf is in.

Now the the drone's sensors are reading the way they should, Reg leaves the rising heat of the vehicle bay and moves into the cooler living quarters. The 3 bedroom flat above the garage was small but clean and cosy... at least as clean as Reg could keep it with 2 older ork brothers. How Reg ended with the bulk of the cleanup duty still puzzled the elf, but considering they could both easily flatten any argument with physical force, now was not the time to get in a hostile dispute with your siblings in such close quarters. Reg tidies the kitchen before heading for the bedrooms.
Stripping off the dirty overalls and laying down in bed in a T-shirt and skivvies, Reg leaves the meatworld, catches up with some online stuff, and starts doing some searching on what can be found out about this Peter Morgan and what to expect from meeting such a person at the Weekday Eclipse tonight.

03:55:37, June 8th, 2070
Some night club - UCAS Sector
Felice

The music had turned to a slower rythm a while ago, which was good, since they needed a pause after the exhausting dance. Clinging to each other, the couple was hugging and kissing, like most others around them as well, he was lost in her beauty and the smell of her perfumed skin, she was pretending the same. He had been courteous and respectful so far, so she had no real objections, quite the opposite, she liked it well enough. If this had been a normal date, it would probably have ended between some silken sheets in a classy hotel room, but they both knew this was not going to happen. This thought was pushed to the back of the mind, of course, burrowed deep behind the magic of the moment.

When the message came in, Felice displayed it in her field of vision; even with her eyes closed, she could see the text, bright letters against the back of her eyelid. She sent a quick confirmation, and then the letters vanished.

< Thanks. Will be there. Felice. >


“... honey? Rachel?” “Oh? Sorry, I think I was dreaming.”

Her soft voice was reverberating in his ears. He managed to smile, the slight disappointment wasn't hard to notice. It was time.

“Thank you very much for the very enjoyable evening, Miss Rachel... Rachel. Your enchanting company was greatly appreciated. My driver will make sure you get back home safe.”

She nodded and smiled, and gently kissed him for a last time, then they parted.

Her fee was already on her bank account, the transaction was done before the evening had begun. It worked better that way.

The client's driver brought her to the named address in a sleek, black limo. He watched her going inside the run-down appartement house - impossible to tell whether he waited to see her enter safely, or to watch the movements of her barely covered body and her slender legs for a few moments, dressed only in a short mini dress and a tiny jacket, the elegant heels clacking on the pavement with every step - probably a bit of both.

Felice went right through the ground floor and took the rear exit, where her motorcycle was already waiting...

June 8th, 2070. 07:30.
UCAS Sector

A nice, sleek apartment, nearly furnished according to tastes, mixing light, sunny areas with pale wood-effect flooring and cream and gold walls, with areas of deep, dark colours, rich blood reds. The early morning light filters through tall windows draped with cream chiffon curtains that hang loose, the underlayer to heavier, brocade swaythes of fabric in rich wine tones. The panelling causes a criss-cross effect on the rays of light playing on the floor.
The apartment is still quite sparsely furnished, with some areas still in the state they were in when he had moved in. The spatious gym, thankfully, had already been pretty much to his liking, and he had already made it his sanctuary, next to the large, dark bedroom.

Contrasting with the serene surroundings, pounding riffs of electric guitars and drums come out through hidden speakers. Keeping time with the music a practice sword pounds against a dummy for a while, before moved into a series of katas. Alastor is naked from the waist up, his long white hair pulled back into a ponytail. The only clothing he is wearing are a pair of loose fitting, martial-arts style black trousers, and his feet are completely bare. A sheen of sweat is already upon his skin a this early hour, having been up and about for over an hour already.
Suddenly, a small mail symbol appears in his view, alerting him to that he'd received a new message. From 'Clark'. He stops and mops his face with a towel, opening the message.
Hmm..... new job prospect. Great. Worth the meet at the very least was his philosophy. [i] He sends back a message, informing Sander that he would be there pronto at 6pm and thanks for the info. He grins, dumps the towel and picks up his sword again, and returns to the kata he was performing before he got the message.

A form, detaches it self from a small alcove and steps into Alastor's view.
"Nice place kid, should have spent on security not nice fittings." The speaker isn't tall but broad and well muscled, his face is good natured but with an underlying harshness enhanced by Amerind bone structure.

"Plus you kick the shit out of dummies well, but what about a real fight?" Morning Rain drops into a low Wildcat pose and starts to test his star pupil to the limit.

Alastor grins ferally, likewise dropping into a fighting stance, his sword abandonned, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "Well, I would have done but to get the kind of stuff I'd be happy with I didn't have enough for a decent pad. It's what's next on my wishlist," he quips back. His crimson gaze is locked eye to eye with Morning Rain's. A still moment passes in which everything seems frozen in time, then Alastor pounces, feinting in with an attack in one direction before dodging to the other way and swinging round with a punch aimed at his mentor's stomach, ready to pull out of that and into a kick.

A quick exchange happens, Morning Rain side steps Alastor's first attack, easily anticipating the feint. He brings a knee up into Alastors midriff only to find that the elf isn't there anymore. Morning Rain grins, the kids been learning. His brief reverie is interuppted by having to step in and catch Alastors knee during a nasty axe kick. At this close range the outcome become inevitable, evn though Alastor's sudden shift of weight saves his balls from Rain's knee, nothing stops the elbow in the solar plexus and the follow up slap to the wind pipe. Alastor crashes to the floor coughing up blood and florridly passing out.

Morning Rain activates his comm, "Ravenmoon, could you come and heal someone for me? He's got a meet tonite and is in no state to make it."

17:50:17, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse - UCAS Sector
Felice

About ten minutes early, Felice's Suzuki stops in front of the Weekday Eclipse, the young woman dismounts in a fluent motion and heads for the entrance. It takes a couple minutes before the people standing in queue before her are led inside, and then she is in as well.

As she slowly moves towards the bar, Felice opens her black leather jacket. Underneath, she is wearing a light grey zip-up hoodie, short enough to reach down no further than her navel, the zipper is about half-way open, forming a plunging neckline and revealing a white bra underneath; Felice's outfit is completed with a pair of washed-out, low-riding jeans, decorated with a pretty pattern made of dozens of acrylic diamonds, worn above elegant white leather boots with modest heels; her dark hair is worn open, as usual, cascading freely over her shoulders in gentle waves. A black messenger bag is worn across her shoulders.

“Hi! I'm here to see Mr Pete Morgan.”

17:51:17, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse - UCAS Sector
Reggie

Finding the Weekday Eclipse was easy enough, and didn't require any border hopping yet. Maybe Reg's technical skills will come into play this run...

As Reg pulls up to the club, parking the bike, the elf spots Felice getting into the club lineup. Reg is wearing the typical running gear the elf is known for: a dark gray-cammo urban explorer jumpsuit under father's old worn black leather jacket. The combination makes it easy for Reg to blend in with most courier runners in the busy parts of town, making it easy to blend in with traffic. Scanning the woman's outfit, the elf is seriously outclassed. Reg figures that their dress styles would clash, and Felice probably wouldn't want to be openly slumming with some street biker. Besides, if she was here for the meet, they'd connect soon enough.

Reg is a few steps behind Felice as they approach the bar. The elf's style normally doesn't mesh well with most bar scenes, so she's probably already picked up on Reg's presence. There's no use attempting to 'blend in', walking up to the bar beside her, Reg smiles.
"So, that makes two of us, Mr. Morgan seems to be a busy fellow tonight." leaning against the bar, the soft-spoken elf, in that odd androgenous husky tone, nods to the bartender. "I'm with Peter Morgan's party as well, I was told to ask you where to find him."

UCAS Sector, the Weekday Eclipse

Alastor had arrived in plenty of time, a good 15 to 20 minutes early, deciding to sit down and crowd watch for a while before the meet. He'd found the club, passed through the queue, and found somewhere to sit with a nice drink. He was attired in his usual black jeans and chunky buckled boots, with an untucked-in crimson shirt, the top couple of buttons left undone. His hair was pulled back into a loose pontytail, the tie fronted by an elegant metal half band etched with elegant designs. Down by his side was his regular coat. Under the seat of his bike was some emergency running gear.

He watches as Reg and Felice enter, and make their way to the bar. He lets them make their orders, pressumably asking for Mr Morgan, and starts to head over towards them a few moments after they speak with the barman.

17:55:39, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse - UCAS Sector
Felice

Felice smiles as Reggie approaches her near the bar.

“Hey Reg! Good to see you. And that can only be Alastor over there,” she remarks, as the other elf is heading towards them.

"Hey guys. Fancy seeing you here." <You here for the meet?> he messages to both Reg and Felice.

< ...with Mr Morgan. >

10:30, June 8th, 2070
Pueblo Sector
Euryxanthous

Eury notes that he has mail as he walks into his living room, and calls it up on the screen. Hmm, work again already? Could be nice, spare money never hurt. A while off yet though. Could get Aubrey something nice, since there's going to be spare cash around. Time to get more reading in, I think I'm on to something now. Eury goes to his book collection, and takes a couple off into his quiet room to study.

17:55, June 8th, 2070
UCAS Sector - Weekday Eclipse

Eury waits in the queue to enter patiently, listening to the gossip around him for anything interesting. When he is allowed in, he goes to the bar, "I'm here to see Pete, I was told you knew where he was tonight. Just an oj for now" Hmm, wonder if our blue friend will be at this one too, or if that really was just a coincidence.

Date - 8th June 2070
Time - 1755
Location - Weekday Eclipse, UCAS sector

The place is fairly quiet, easy for you to notice any of the others arriving. The music is varied already to day they've played a couple of Mercurial tracks, something old about Empty Motorcycles, and Oddballs by Drop Bear Love is just finishing up. A new track opens up as the three of you by the bar spot Eury (that makes four...).

A weird old style guitar opens up, and a voice broken and barely tuneful sings, with passion.

"There must be some way out of here", said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion, i can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you an' i we've been thru that, an' this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is gettin' late.''

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came an' went, barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders where approachin', the wind began to howl.


As the song plays the barman points you towards a door near the end of the bar. "Mr Morgan will meet you in there, I'll send anyone else in after you. Just up the stairs." He says audibly over the music.

"Thanks very much." Eury tips the barman 50¥ and heads to the door, going up the stairs to find a seat. On the way, he scans the room once to see if he recognizes anyone here.

Through the door, marked VIP only is a set of stairs, these lead up into a well decorated room, the wall behind you as you come up the stairs is a window looking out over the club, with a great view of the empty stage. There is a selection of tables and leather armchairs spaced around the room.

Alastor grins, and heads up to the room, appreciating the great view from the meeting room. He greets Eury, then takes a seat in a well-positioned chair, ready to watch out for anything amiss should it happen.

“Yeah, damn right,” Felice points out, as they pass the VIP sign.

“Now this looks comfortable, don't ya agree? Great place for a meeting,” she says smiling, as she strolls towards one of the leather chairs with a nice outside view, where she settles down for now after taking off her jacket and slinging it over the backside of the chair together with her bag. There is a noticeable thud, as its momentum lets the lower end of the jacket connect with the chair's frame.

"I wouldn't disagree. We have a good view, a good defensible position should we need it, and it's a nice spot in general." Alastor grins, noticing the thump of Felice's coat as it hits the chair she'd taken. His own coat was draped over the back of his own chair, which he currently isn't in. Instead, he's standing by the window, half looking out over the crowd below. <So, any ideas on what the job's about?>

"Hi again." Eury smiles at the three others as they head up the stairs, and sits down on a chair with a good view of the room when they get to it. <All I know is what we got before. I doubt it's anything too horendous, since we seem to be lacking in ignorant muscle.> Eury shrugs his woollen overcoat off onto his chair back. "How's life been for you fine people then?" he asks casually.

"It's been interesting," says Shiver, entering the VIP area, "I've been working out a few new moves..."

As shiver sits down, a hidden door at the back of the room will swing open. A young lady dressed in leather jeans and a Concrete Dreamers shirt will enter. "Hi, Mr Morgan says there is one more to arrive, can I refill anyones drinks while you wait?"

17:55:45, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse - UCAS Sector
Reggie

The elf returns Felice's smile. A feeling of the familiar private network returns to Reg as Alastor approaches, broadcasting his message in the tight-beamed signal the group had shared but a week ago. Adding to Felice's reply.
<"Indeed, it appears that Clark had us all in mind for this meet with Mr. Morgan.">

Eury soon joins them and the trio becomes a quartet, that seems to be a signal for the bartender as he indicates the VIP Only room. Shiver joins them as they start to move to the private room. Reg pics up a beer and follows these new colleagues-in-crime into the room - obviously designed to host entertainment producers and high-ticket label owners. The elf admires the appolstry and moves over to the window, finishing the beer while watching the group's movements in the ghostly reflection of the one-way mirror overlooking the stage. Seeing as everyone else gets comfortable, the elf opens the leather jacket, but doesn't remove it.
<"Clark was not forthcoming with much information, but Mr. Morgan is a known Shadowrunner recruiter, this could prove very profitable indeed.">

Reg turns as the woman, a waitress judging by her attire, enters the room. Reg is holding out the now empty glass and steps forward, "Whatever is on tap tonight." feeling bold and handing her the glass... Reg doesn't get good draft often, usually that bitter cheap bull-drek the elf's brothers buy all the time. This is like the good stuff the Five-by-Five carries, if you know the right questions.
Reg takes note that Sander is yet to show.

17:57:33, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse - UCAS Sector
Sander

Soft footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. It seemed that whomever was heading up to the VIP room was in no hurry. A few seconds later, the man everyone knew by the name of “Clark” came into the room. As always, he was sharply dressed in an expensive designer suit of a dark grey tone, with a matching tie on a black shirt. The latest pair of mirror shades covered his eyes, sending back to the room a reflection of itself.

Walking into the room, Sander greeted everyone as he took his shades off. His voice sounded relaxed, composed… and mildly content.

“I’m glad to see you all decided to accept my invitation.”

He unbuttoned his suit’s jacket, carefully folding and the glasses and putting them away.

“Let’s get to business.”

Shiver nods to Sander, but otherwise does not give any indication that he intends to speak.

Too many faces can do more harm than good, and he would be rash to intervene in the negotiations when among people so much better than him at them. Shiver will intervene only if he feels that something important has been missed.

Date: June 8th
Time: 1800 precisely
Location: Weekday Eclipse, VIP lounge, UCAS Sector

The hidden door opens and a man strides in, a song asks Joe, where he's going with that gun in his hand? The man is tall and good looking but not ridiculously so. His hair is shoulder length, dark and tied in a neat pony tail. He has a neatly trimmed beard and wears a smart black suit. He scans the room smiling at each of you seemingly as if glad to see you there. He has the sort of presence that could silence a room at the raise of an eyebrow.

"Welcome, I hope you like the music, it may be important." his accent is odd, hard to place melodic with a distinct rhythm, "I take it you have my name as Pete Morgan?" He doesn't wait for a reply, "My name is Perianwyr, and I prefer you to use that, Peri will do, but please continue to use the name Morgan with the rest of the world."

He pauses for just a moment, gauging reactions. Before you can say anything he resumes speaking, "The job I have for you is a heist, you steal one item that is coming into Denver in about a week and deliver it me, I pay you 75000¥ on completion. If after that we still get on I pay you a 1000¥ retainer per week and you carry out another job for me for at least double the fee when the opportunity presents itself. Payment will be in Certified Credit, unless I can provide services or goods of a similar value that you would prefer. Is this suitable terms? If any of you have a problem dealing with a dragon, walk now, and leave Denver as a way of avoiding it being inevitable."

He stops speaking. Nope definitely thats his piece said

18:02:01, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse - UCAS Sector
Sander

Seated in one of the plush single sofa chair, Sander took a shiny silver cigarette holder from one of his pocket, flicking it open with the snap of a wrist.

Sander's tone was as usual; a strange mix of calm, politeness and content.

"First of all" he lit his cigarette "don't threaten us ever again."

He inhaled.

"I deeply respect your wealth, knowledge and power. And I doubt that will ever change. But don't threaten us. One, freaked out employee never worked better. Two, doing so might in the future alienate your employees."

Leaning forward in his seat, the hitman chuckled.

"But then again, who am I to tell you how to run your business. If the cred is good, I don't give a frag who's paying. But there is one issue. Something that is very dangerous for me, my reputation and my life expectancy."

He pointed at Perianwyr with his cigarette holding hand.

"You, sir, are a dragon."

He took another drag, puffing it away and smiling warmly at Perianwyr.

"The street says never to deal with a dragon. On the account that your type has, lets face it, a rather fragged up reputation, I want more money for the first job. I know it is rather unfortunate to base one's judgement of the individual on the actions of the mass... but I simply cannot ignore that fact."

Come on you lizard freak. Cough it up.

18:03, June 8th, 2070
UCAS Sector, Weekday Eclipse
Euryxanthous

Eury watched as Sander opened negotiations, and waited calmly for him to finish speaking before starting himself.

"If I may, I think that Perianwyr before was not trying to threaten us with his admission, or with his statement about how we should leave to stop it being enevitable. I see this as being remarkable honesty from a race, apologies for the stereotype, seen as tricky and deceitful. Firstly, since he does not want his nature to be widely spread about, he is taking a great risk in telling us, especially since any of us could, if we wished, tell large amounts of the world without moving, through the wonders of technology. I hope we all can live up to that trust by the way. Secondly, I have reason to belive that Ghostwalker is not the quiet ruler the media makes him out to be, and that there could be a number of other, less well known dragons inhabiting this fair city, all of whom might wish to hire illegal persons at one time or another. Thus, it would be inevitable, given time, that a person might end up working for one."

Eury takes a sip of his orange juice after this small speech.

"To my mind, I would agree that a small increase in the lump sum might be in order, depending on the danger involved, and the number of other interested parties, but I would be most interested in a raise in the retainer, depending on the terms involved, and the frequency of the secondary work. Say, an increase to 1,250¥ per week, or simply a cover for living expenses."

Eury takes a larger swig of his juice, and leans back in his chair again.

<Sorry, just thought I'd get my view across.>

18:00:15, June 8th, 2070
Weekday Eclipse VIP Lounge- UCAS Sector
Reggie

Reg smiled when Sander entered the room, the elf was worried for a moment that, the one who tipped them to this meet, wasn't going to show.. and 5 runners makes an uneven number - uneven numbers are hard to keep in teams.

When Mr. Morgan turned out to admit that he was Perianwyr the dragon, Reg suddenly got this sinking feeling in the stomach and needed to sit down.
I can just see the conversation with Dad now:
'Hey kiddo, how things going?'
'Not bad dad, I got a job with a dragon.'
'You what?!'
This can't be a good sign, but as 'Peri' mentioned, being Ghostwalkers domain, I suppose it was enevitable to eventually work for one dragon or another, so might as well get your feet wet....
Never deal with a dragon, but when the dragon tags you, there's no real way out beside becoming lunch.
All these thoughts roam through Reggie's mind, as the elf lets the others deal with the nitty gritty of sealing the deal that may well seal their fates...

Reggie looks down at the now empty second glass of beer. Now when did I finish that off? Reg pinches a hand. Nope not dreaming, this is real... Looking around the room.
<"At this point, I suppose we don't have much choice but accept the offer and get as cushy of a paycut as possible...">
Reggie doesn't include the possible health risks of dealing with draconic J's, but figures most of them probably know anyway.
Perianwyr, music, heist... now how does that all connect together? Reggie ponders, time to do some digging around... seeing as there's a week sort it out as much as possible.

Alastor had taken his seat when Sander had entered the room, and was currently sitting there, his face impassive and unreadable. As Sander makes his negotiations, his right hand is raised to his lips. Inside he is using all of the tricks that his father had taught him when he was younger about how to conduct oneself amongst important businessmen, including during those business gatherings that had been held occassionally at home.
This is going to be a dangerous gauntlet of a game to play... but oooh god would the benefits be good if he could play this one safe... and that's not just the potential for the money. I wonder what father would think? But then, a quote came to mind. Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. Whilst his face stays calm, inside he gives a small chuckle. Too right on that... As he thinks these, he pushes them as deep inside his mind as possible. He continues to listen. With 'Peri' as the Johnson, making too big a leap too quickly could lead to the foundations crumbling beneath oneself, so he remains silent for now. Negotiation was never a strong point of his anyway.

"Clark isn't it?" says Perianwyr, "My statement was not a threat, simply a fair warning, I have no desire for skilled runners to get cold feet because they find out my species half way through a job, and as Euryxanthus points out this is Ghostwalker's domain, which is waht I meant was inevitable. However your point is reasonable shall me call it 80000¥ and 1500¥ then?"