Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:47:21 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

Kitoria's eyes widened a bit at the offer of a quarter million nuyen. That was a lot, no matter the fact that it was being split six ways within the team. Her eyes readjusted themselves quickly though as she saw the suited human look for reactions. As he continued to speak his proposition, she looked down and to the side as she put a hand to her chin, thoughts about the offer running through her brain.
After a minute of thinking about it, she looked around at the faces of her teammates and tried to find any wordless communication from any of them. Seeing and feeling that there was much to be discussed before she was able to come to complete negotiations, the elf looked back to Mr. Anderson and his silver humming suitcase.

Her eyes locked onto his as she refolded her hands across her lap and smiled politely again. "Mr Anderson, this is quite an offer and I'm sure we are all pleased to find such an opportunity to be of assistance. I must admit that I, personally, have little knowledge of the Asante Nation and the situation therein.", Kitoria admitted as she spread her hands a bit. "Due to the seriousness of the proposition you present, I must ask for a small break in which my team can discuss your offer, with considerations to your confidentiality a top priority. Might I suggest a day or two to be able to fully solidify our collective response to this situation?", she offered up as she waved one of her hands to indicate the mercenary team that surrounded her.

Andersen's face reveals deep frown lines as the young woman asks for a delay to discuss the matter, he'd apparently expected a rapid indication of approval.

"I understand why that might be advisable, but we are on a somewhat strict schedule. Let me offer some more details to assist you, than let me know if you still need more time." He coughed slightly, and than continued, "The initial strike would be against a fixed location, you wouldn't have to hit a moving target. Once the initial target is secured, you would be under the operational command of the individual we've selected to lead this coup..." he pauses, realizing he's said the C word for the first time during the negotiation... "You will by the way, have the opportunity to meet this man first hand and get comfortable with him, and the plan, before going in country. You will be contracted for not longer than 72 hours. If the situation has not been secured in our favor by then, it would be a failure by our standards anyway. Provided you secure your primary objective, and follow those orders assigned to you when you meet this fellow, up to the 72 hour mark, you will be paid, regardless of the eventual outcome. We assume a 50 percent upon agreement, 50 percent upon completion of contract would be traditional arrangements. Does that help make your decision easier?"

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:49 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

"No, actually. A decision like this is never easy. Conditions are never perfect. We've learned to accept that.

"We usually operate as independent contractors; we make our own plans, and provide our own leadership". Wiley pauses for effect. "Following orders - I've done that before, and I can do it again. I am willing to accept whatever the group decides.

"It would seem that your plan, and your man, are the critical elements of this operation. If it looks like suicide, you will get a full refund from me."

Wiley looks at Kitoria and winks, then turns to the others. "Who wants to go next?"

"Forgive me if I've offended you." Andersen says, with a look which seems to be almost geninuely hurt. "If you meet with our fellow, and you are unsatisfied with the seriousness of this effort, or its chance of success, than by all means, simply notify me, via the contact information we will provide, and we will return the funds. I would hope however, that the fact that we have already provided you and your team with ten thousand in nuyen, as well as paid for your access to one of the most exclusive free trading centers in the world, will be enough to insure our good faith, as well as our access, resources, and capability."

The last part doesn't sound like a threat, coming from his lips, but something tells you it is.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:50 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

See the way the client seemed to be feeling Strife thought that now was the time to try and calm him.

"No offence caused I assure you Mr. Andersen I believe the squad are just seeing the problem in worst case." and with that she smiles to him "That's just the way we work, if you consider the worst case then everything seems better when you arrive. While I see some problems or concerns I am sure we can resolve them with your operational commander. The access to this free trading center is very appreciated I assure you and I hope that this will be mutually benefical."

And I hope I'm not dropping both feet in Shadow Kat's negotiation....

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:10 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Phoenix Shaman

Smoke looked outside at the cool weather outside, then sipped at the beer he had opened as soon as they had stopped here. Listening to the conversation wasn't that interesting, not till they got to some more details, but he had heard enough for himself.

"It's still warm this time of year there."

After taking a swig of tuborg, and with a cheerful grin, "You know I like it warm."

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:50:54 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark


"very well then. I appreciate your tactical pessimism, its a most useful virtue in your business I'm sure." Andersen looks away from Strife, over to Wiley, and than to Kitoria.

"In order to spread some of my optimism, let us say... an even 300,000." Andersen smiles even broader now. Whether he's geniunely a pleasant person, or the most two-faced bastard you've met to date remains to be seen. "Do we have a deal?"

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:51:21 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

"300,000 plus 50,000 for operating costs.", Kitoria spoke up almost immediately. "As you know, Mr Anderson, there will be costs for ammunition, fuel, any unforseen complications that pop up and repairs after the operation is complete. We, as our professions dictate, also know the time old tradition of low balling the initial offer, which you have just shown proof of. We know it is just how the game is played, though we by no means think that the operation that follows this is a game. What we barter about is very serious business, with very grave consequences if things don't go as planned.", she continued with her face shifting from smiling to serious at the end.
"You can rest assured that once we come to terms and agree to the operation, you will have some of the best people in the business at your service. All that for 200,000 up front and 150,000 after the agreed time has elapsed.", Kitoria finished by waving one of her hands around to indicate the team once again.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:51:21 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
"100 up front, 200 upon completion, with a seperate 50k expense account you'll have access to until three days after the job completed. It will be monitored to insure expenses are... appropriate, and the 10K good faith payment, the plane tickets, and the entry fees to Christinia come out it. That is an absolutely final offer."

Andersen drops friendly pretense, and crosses his arms over his chest, looking intently at the team's negotiator.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:51:43 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Shadow Kat - Infiltrator

The red haired elf leans back against the bench seat of the limo as she raises a hand to her chin, her face showing concentration and thinking. The deal seems to have come to the final yes or no decision and weighs the pros and cons there in.
After a few seconds, she looks from person to person among the team members, looking for any nods or shakes before saying her final decision for the team.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:51:55 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

Hearing the final offer and seeing Kitoria looking carefully around for group opinion, Martina waits until her eyes are passing over her face and then very slightly nods her assent to the deal. Then settles back comfortably to see what the group decision was.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:52 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Having already expressed his caveat, Wiley joins the chorus line of nodding heads.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 14:52 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Beer Gourmand

A bottle of tuborg is raised in assent absently, the slight man known as Smoke gazing out into the open market place at something catching his interest. He grins as he spots the furred bikini clad models demonstrating the latest software guidance systems for a pack of patrol drones. Without looking he taps Wiley on the shoulder and points at the display, "Check that out."

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:00 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark

seeing those whom he had took to be the most in opposition agreeing, Andersen offers another pleasant smile, all ill-will apparently erased.

"Ladies, and gentlemen... congratulations. I'm sure we'll be able to rely on you to see this endeavor through." He reaches out and hands Kitoria two certified credsticks.

"This one," he says, holding up a matte black stick, "is your fee. and this one, "holding a silver one, "is your expense account. I would recommend doing your shopping here, you won't likely find a better price. You have one week to appear in the Free City of Sekondi. Report to the Sekondi Imperial Hotel. You have a reservation as a pre-production team for the National Wildlife Telcom Channel. We have contacts in Customs and Excise who will insure that any crates or aircraft marked with their insignia is not searched. The individual whom you'll be serving under will meet you at your hotel suite, and go over the plan in more detail. When we've recieved word of the action's success the balance of the funds will be transfered. Good luck,"

Andersen reaches out and opens the limo door. "and Good bye."

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:01 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Bikini Fan

Hopping out and making a beeline for the Teutonic Blondes Smoke remarks back over his shoulder, "I'm checking out these latest models, y'all make sure you buy the beer cooler with the wheels and easy carry handles for this trip."

With an easy grin he steps up to the portable trideo platform display of the latest matrix dog brains in action and addresses the young woman, "I bet the HAL 3000 can't do half the things I can imagine a smart young woman like you can do."

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:01 (GMT+1): Copenhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

Nodding to Andersen "I hope we'll both be very happy with the results."

Stepping out of the limo and looking around the nearby stalls she slips a data lead from the pocket sec to her data jack, and starts copying over the important info.

100k advance, 200k on completion, 50k expenses. Kidnap/kill King Osei Agyemangof of Asante Nation, Africa. Then upto 72 hours as force multiplier to local forces. Meet is in the Free City of Sekondi. Report to the Sekondi Imperial Hotel. Reservation as a pre-production team for the National Wildlife Telcom Channel, Customs sorted so our gear, if marked up right for that channel, will not be searched.

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:01 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

"Mama said, "Never shop on an empty stomach; it leads to impulse buying", a laughing Wiley exclaims as he exits the limo. "Somebody better be selling food here. I'm in the mood for a meatball sandwich, and maybe some Tuborg to wash it down."

Wiley winks at Smoke. "Mama also said, "Never shop without a game plan". I'm better consult with Peevy, or I'll never hear the end of this."

Wiley follows his nose toward the food court.

Smoke goes over to romance the bikini models, who are dancing around a display for some kind of cyber-mutt project. The model simply turns away from him and continues her disinterested dancing, which is when Smoke sees the chip installed in a jack at the base of her neck. Meat Puppet.

Meanwhile Wiley goes to grab himself some eats, where he finds a traditional Danish sausage stall. A broad barrell chested man with an eye patch and a hook handed cyber-appendage is refilling the hot mustard dish as he approaches. A cooler advertising Carlsberg is visible at his knees. "ya?"

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:04 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Wiley thinks, "I guess I'll find out how good this Danish LinguaSoft is now".

Wiley replies, in Danish, "Good Afternoon, Sir. I was looking for a Danish Meatball sandwich. Your sausage smells very good, too. One sandwich and one Carlsberg, please."

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:03 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark

the danish comes out with the notable lack of accent which signifies a linguasoft, but the man seems to understand just fine. He loads up a roll to overflowing with meatballs, and hands it over, followed by a bottled carlsberg. "Enjoy," he says, in danish. "That will be 20 euros or 10 nuyen please"

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:04 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Wiley sticks a credstick in the reader, and slots the vendor 25 euros.".

Wiley hops up on a stool, eats a bite of the sandwich, smiles, then eats another. He wipes his mouth, and takes a swig of the Carlsberg.

"It's true", he says to the vendor, "Danish meatballs are better than the Swedish kind!"

The vendor spits on the ground, "Yah. dis is true.... So what bring you to Christinia my friend?" The man smiles widely, his teeth as metallic as his gripper arm. "There is everything you need, but can be difficult to find, unless you know where to look."

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:05 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Wiley - Rigger

Between bites of his sandwich, Wiley carries on a casual conversation with the sausage vendor.

"I'll bet you could tell me exactly where to look, my friend", Wiley says with a chuckle. "What brings me to Christinia? I've never been here before. That, and professional curiosity, I guess.

"I represent the Acme Corporation. We do vehicle customizations, mainly adjustments for Trolls and Dwarfs; but we're a full service facility, too. We specialize in giving our customers that last bit of edge. We are always on the lookout for the next big thing, something unique to make our jobs extra special. It's not really a question of need. I don't have any specific item in mind."

Wiley hopes the LinguaSoft is translating faithfully. He tries to avoid using technical jargon, and constantly scans the vendor's face for signs of understanding.

Wiley leans in a little closer, and lowers his voice. "My personal passion is remotely piloted vehicles - drones. I am always on the lookout for quality electronics, if you know what I mean."

Wiley leans back and pauses the conversation at this point to finish his sandwich. Between bites, he licks his lips and winks at the vendor.

"For drones, it's suzanne you want. She is usually parked along the main drag. Look for bright Pink camper with sign that says, "electronics, Drones, and Digital Mayhem for the Paying Customer. Tell her Rolf sent you and she'll take care of you." He reaches into the sausage hold and spears himself one. "good luck friend, come back if you get hungry!"

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:06 (GMT+1): Copenhhagen, Denmark
Strife - Heavy Weapons

Seeing Wiley's conversation winding down, Strife gathered up the squad. "Okay, we've got a limited time and budget so everyone go over in yer heads for your gear. Let's see what we're missing for this mission. Once we've got the essentials sorted we can look at toys." smiling at that she continues "Now while I'd prefer to get at least a couple of you into hardened armour I'm pretty sure we can't afford it so while we're in a place where it looks like we could get a hold of almost anything let's get a list of the hard to get bits we need. Ideas?"

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2065 15:07 (GMT+1):Copenhagen, Denmark
Smoke - Phoenix Shaman

Shaking his head ruefully as he glanced back at the fur bikini clad meat puppet, Smoke turns back and grins at everyone, "Well, I could always use the bodyguard team of Space Pirate Amazon Ninja Catgirls to keep me safe during a mission."

In response to everyone's glare at him, he raises his hands in apologetically, "ok ok, can we afford a Barrett?"