6 February 2070 11:01 am local time
Almost lunchtime for the normal world. Depending on who you are, could be lunchtime, could be breakfast of soyegg and porno BTLs. Maybe sleeping. Either way,incoming message from Dr. Delicious.
Hey. It's the good doctor here, and I got some work for you. My friend Mr. Johnson who something stolen and he needs it back. Wants to keep the police out of it. Anyway, I thought of you and I also have some others I want you to meet. Come on down to the Noodleboy in Yau Tsim Mong at noon. Directions should be with the message. We'll get the introductions done there and fill you in. And come hungry; they got some good noodles.
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6 February 2070 11:10 am local time
An incessant buzzing feeling finally wake Wiki up from a dream filled sleep. apparently he forgot to turn off his incoming message indicator. He continues to lie in bed with his eyes closed but his mind is very much active. The young man mentally nudges open a window to scan what is so important that has to intrude open his sleep.
After reading the message he pops open another window and finds out that he barely has enough time to make the meet. With a groan Wiki finally opens his eyes and rolls out of bed. He does the bare minimum to clean up and get dressed.
At least there will be food and hopefully a decent paying job, he thinks as he runs out of his drek hole of a room and heads off to the subway.
An incessant buzzing feeling finally wake Wiki up from a dream filled sleep. apparently he forgot to turn off his incoming message indicator. He continues to lie in bed with his eyes closed but his mind is very much active. The young man mentally nudges open a window to scan what is so important that has to intrude open his sleep.
After reading the message he pops open another window and finds out that he barely has enough time to make the meet. With a groan Wiki finally opens his eyes and rolls out of bed. He does the bare minimum to clean up and get dressed.
At least there will be food and hopefully a decent paying job, he thinks as he runs out of his drek hole of a room and heads off to the subway.
6 February 2070 11:02 am - An Shui's apartment
The art of war, then, is governed by five constant factors, to be taken into account in one's deliberations, when seeking to determine the conditions obtaining in the field. These are: (1) The Moral Law; (2) Heaven; (3) Earth; (4) The Commander; (5) Method and discipline.
An Shui studied the entry for a few more moments before looking at the incoming message on his com. He then looks at the clock, visible only in AR, then to his account balance before frowning. It seems I need the work... and what the heck, I am hungry.
Closing the file he dons his well worn, armored, leather duster. The weight of his jacket is strangely comforting, a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Stepping out of his bedroom into his living room/kitchen/garage he steps around his street bike, deciding to leave it here today.. and that he really needed a bigger place.
He looks in the mirror Pin hung by his door before stepping out. Know thyself, before you can know others. Be true to thyself, before you can be true to others. She was always quoting mushy hero stuff like that to him. Perhaps that was one of the qualities he found most endearing about her.
Turning then and heading out into the light he was glad for the treatment on his contacts that filtered out the harsh glare of the morning sun. Pulling up a map in AR as he locks his door, he decides the subway the best route to get there from here.
The art of war, then, is governed by five constant factors, to be taken into account in one's deliberations, when seeking to determine the conditions obtaining in the field. These are: (1) The Moral Law; (2) Heaven; (3) Earth; (4) The Commander; (5) Method and discipline.
An Shui studied the entry for a few more moments before looking at the incoming message on his com. He then looks at the clock, visible only in AR, then to his account balance before frowning. It seems I need the work... and what the heck, I am hungry.
Closing the file he dons his well worn, armored, leather duster. The weight of his jacket is strangely comforting, a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Stepping out of his bedroom into his living room/kitchen/garage he steps around his street bike, deciding to leave it here today.. and that he really needed a bigger place.
He looks in the mirror Pin hung by his door before stepping out. Know thyself, before you can know others. Be true to thyself, before you can be true to others. She was always quoting mushy hero stuff like that to him. Perhaps that was one of the qualities he found most endearing about her.
Turning then and heading out into the light he was glad for the treatment on his contacts that filtered out the harsh glare of the morning sun. Pulling up a map in AR as he locks his door, he decides the subway the best route to get there from here.
[COLOR=red]6 February 2070 11:05
[COLOR=gray]Skeet is leaning rather uncomfortably against a downed tree. The sun is high. The brim of his hat shields his eyes against the harsh glare. Ther3e is a quiet stillness that occurs when one sits and observes nature for long periods of time. Oddly enough time seems to speed up. You lose yourself in the waiting.
Come on one more step.
Skeet moves with slow deliberation. The sunlight glints off the scope. His prey leans forward inviting himself into the crosshairs.
Damnit!!
Skeet watches the bear makes a rather hasty departure, as his commlink screams its blaring siren of an incoming message.
Glancing down at the offending communit, You better be good
[COLOR=gray]Skeet is leaning rather uncomfortably against a downed tree. The sun is high. The brim of his hat shields his eyes against the harsh glare. Ther3e is a quiet stillness that occurs when one sits and observes nature for long periods of time. Oddly enough time seems to speed up. You lose yourself in the waiting.
Come on one more step.
Skeet moves with slow deliberation. The sunlight glints off the scope. His prey leans forward inviting himself into the crosshairs.
Damnit!!
Skeet watches the bear makes a rather hasty departure, as his commlink screams its blaring siren of an incoming message.
Glancing down at the offending communit, You better be good
6 February 2070 11:01 am local time
Dawn sits in a chair already awake for todays activities. She is more accustomed to sleeping far later when she was in Seattle. That changed when she came to Hong Kong, actually seeing the sky more often inspires the eleven woman to get our of bed more to see it. It must be that elvan part of her that loves nature.
Two fingers to her lips she watches the cityscape bristle with life. Then comes the pitch from Dr. D about the job. Its nice that he was thinking about her when recruiting. She made a point to get in contact with a fixer that can hook her up with jobs in town. The fixer was also good enough to point places for Dawn to go to in order to get some face time. Very important in her job as a negotiator, a Face.
She gets up to fix her hair and put on some clothes. The neighbors would be scandalized by what she wears, or what she doesn't wear. She dresses the part for her profession; always with neatness in mind. She doesn't mind the crowd she runs with, not everyone can have a strong fashion sense. A noodle shop calls for a simple dark blue blouse, black slacks, and her black armored trench coat. Needless to say, her profession was not the safest one around.
She straps on the appropriate devices, inserts the fake sins she might need for the day and goes out for the mass transit system that the packed city uses to get to the location as specified by Dr. Delicious.[COLOR=red][COLOR=red]
Dawn sits in a chair already awake for todays activities. She is more accustomed to sleeping far later when she was in Seattle. That changed when she came to Hong Kong, actually seeing the sky more often inspires the eleven woman to get our of bed more to see it. It must be that elvan part of her that loves nature.
Two fingers to her lips she watches the cityscape bristle with life. Then comes the pitch from Dr. D about the job. Its nice that he was thinking about her when recruiting. She made a point to get in contact with a fixer that can hook her up with jobs in town. The fixer was also good enough to point places for Dawn to go to in order to get some face time. Very important in her job as a negotiator, a Face.
She gets up to fix her hair and put on some clothes. The neighbors would be scandalized by what she wears, or what she doesn't wear. She dresses the part for her profession; always with neatness in mind. She doesn't mind the crowd she runs with, not everyone can have a strong fashion sense. A noodle shop calls for a simple dark blue blouse, black slacks, and her black armored trench coat. Needless to say, her profession was not the safest one around.
She straps on the appropriate devices, inserts the fake sins she might need for the day and goes out for the mass transit system that the packed city uses to get to the location as specified by Dr. Delicious.[COLOR=red][COLOR=red]
6 February 2070 0900 - Siu Fu's flat
Breath in. Breath out. In. Out. ...
A steady hum breaks the silence of Siu Fu's meditation.
My comm. But why would anyone call me this early?
He looks at the time stamp on his comm. It reads 1102.
Well, it would appear that Si Fu Wang was correct. Practice does indeed make perfect. Now, who is calling me?
He reads over Dr. Delicious' note and gets up. He finishes getting dressed in a light yellow shirt over his gray pants and pulls out his black lined coat top off his appearance. He grabs his bo and heads out the door. Many have mistook him for a mage in the past and this suits him well. Few street thugs want to start a fight with a mage but many want to try their metal against one with his abilities. He figures that he can make the trip on foot with a few minutes to spare.
Breath in. Breath out. In. Out. ...
A steady hum breaks the silence of Siu Fu's meditation.
My comm. But why would anyone call me this early?
He looks at the time stamp on his comm. It reads 1102.
Well, it would appear that Si Fu Wang was correct. Practice does indeed make perfect. Now, who is calling me?
He reads over Dr. Delicious' note and gets up. He finishes getting dressed in a light yellow shirt over his gray pants and pulls out his black lined coat top off his appearance. He grabs his bo and heads out the door. Many have mistook him for a mage in the past and this suits him well. Few street thugs want to start a fight with a mage but many want to try their metal against one with his abilities. He figures that he can make the trip on foot with a few minutes to spare.
6 February 2070 11:02 am Satchel's Doss - Tai Po, Tolo Harbor Complex
Satchel pulled the AR window up to look at the message that had just came in.
Ok, so I got less than an hour, best get moving.
Satchel gets up from his chair in the small apartment anf heads for the bedroom to change clothes and make sure he looks good for the appointment. He selects some simple black slacks along with a black short sleve button up shirt and comfortable shoes. After dressing he moves to the small spare room to get the rest of the equipment he may need for the day. Putting the arm slide on and loading the slivergun in to it, laying 3 extra clips on the small table to put in his jacket pocket. He also adds his extendable baton and its sheath to his belt so it sat in the small of his back.
The rest of his equipment he loaded into a large duffle bag that he was seen with almost everytime he left or returned to his apartment. Lastly he pulled the lined coat from its hanger making sure the auto-clean had taken care of the mess from last nights little run in. Seeing it was clean he slipped it on and dropped the spare clips in one of the inside pockets.
The trip down to the garage was quite and he had the elevator to himself the whole time. Stepping into the garage he walked over to his car, poping the trunk as he went remotely. He dropped the bag in and closed it. Climbing in he took a deep breath and then feed to address into the cars computer and set the auto-nav to make the trip.
As the car traversed the city, Satchel went through his normal routine of setting up and testing all his internal ware for what would hopefully be a simple meeting and another run. Making sure both his eyes and earas were set to start recording as soon as he stepped out of the car.
Satchel pulled the AR window up to look at the message that had just came in.
Ok, so I got less than an hour, best get moving.
Satchel gets up from his chair in the small apartment anf heads for the bedroom to change clothes and make sure he looks good for the appointment. He selects some simple black slacks along with a black short sleve button up shirt and comfortable shoes. After dressing he moves to the small spare room to get the rest of the equipment he may need for the day. Putting the arm slide on and loading the slivergun in to it, laying 3 extra clips on the small table to put in his jacket pocket. He also adds his extendable baton and its sheath to his belt so it sat in the small of his back.
The rest of his equipment he loaded into a large duffle bag that he was seen with almost everytime he left or returned to his apartment. Lastly he pulled the lined coat from its hanger making sure the auto-clean had taken care of the mess from last nights little run in. Seeing it was clean he slipped it on and dropped the spare clips in one of the inside pockets.
The trip down to the garage was quite and he had the elevator to himself the whole time. Stepping into the garage he walked over to his car, poping the trunk as he went remotely. He dropped the bag in and closed it. Climbing in he took a deep breath and then feed to address into the cars computer and set the auto-nav to make the trip.
As the car traversed the city, Satchel went through his normal routine of setting up and testing all his internal ware for what would hopefully be a simple meeting and another run. Making sure both his eyes and earas were set to start recording as soon as he stepped out of the car.
6 February 2070 11:01 - Wildcard's Garage, Shifa Village, Sai Kung District
A mix of old school synth music blared from the garage set up in the village of Shifa along the eastern coast of Hong Kong in the Sai Kung District. Bands like The Shadows, Matrix Dreams, and JetBlack played on shuffle from the audio system set up in the tiny plasticrete building. A sign hung over the door proclaiming 'Garage' in Cantonese and English in both the physical and AR.
Inside Jing Le'Wu, known as Wildcard by almost everyone but the locals, sat next to a Suzuki Mirage sportsbike. His hands were covered in grease and oils as he tuned the gears and engine of the crotch rocket. His long hair shone either black or purple in the light of the garage depending on your angle and his purple eyes were locked on the bike with intensity. The nanotat under the elf's left eye showed a spade right now and the tats on the backs of his hands and forearms glistened eerily through the layers of sweat and grime that covered them. His white tank top was covered in black lines and dirt and his jeans hung low on his waist, pulled down by the weight of his tool belt.
A tick from the virtual world flickered to life in his left eye and he turned away from his work to look over at the flickering comm on his workbench. The nanotat under his switched to a red heart and lifted his small frame to his feet and crossed to the Avalon. He wiped his hands across his jeans, barely cleaning them off and not making the jeans much worse than they already were as he picks up the link and answers the call. He listens to Delicious' proposal and agrees to show, hungry enough as he is he would have gone just for the free noodles. He needed the money, his garage was doing ok but the villagers didn't really pay him too much to fix their gear and he didn't expect them to. They didn't mind him smuggling from the bay the village sat on and he cut them deals on gear. But he hadn't made many smuggling runs recently though and he needed money to keep the building running with electricity and water and to keep food in his belly.
He crossed to the small bathroom in the back of the shop and took a quick shower, throwing on new jeans and another tank top when he was done, putting his knife in the sheath in the small of his back and grabbing the concealed holster that fit under his arm. He gathered his normal gear together, put on his armored jacket and bike helmet and hopped on his Mirage to cross most of the mainland HK to get the meet.
A mix of old school synth music blared from the garage set up in the village of Shifa along the eastern coast of Hong Kong in the Sai Kung District. Bands like The Shadows, Matrix Dreams, and JetBlack played on shuffle from the audio system set up in the tiny plasticrete building. A sign hung over the door proclaiming 'Garage' in Cantonese and English in both the physical and AR.
Inside Jing Le'Wu, known as Wildcard by almost everyone but the locals, sat next to a Suzuki Mirage sportsbike. His hands were covered in grease and oils as he tuned the gears and engine of the crotch rocket. His long hair shone either black or purple in the light of the garage depending on your angle and his purple eyes were locked on the bike with intensity. The nanotat under the elf's left eye showed a spade right now and the tats on the backs of his hands and forearms glistened eerily through the layers of sweat and grime that covered them. His white tank top was covered in black lines and dirt and his jeans hung low on his waist, pulled down by the weight of his tool belt.
A tick from the virtual world flickered to life in his left eye and he turned away from his work to look over at the flickering comm on his workbench. The nanotat under his switched to a red heart and lifted his small frame to his feet and crossed to the Avalon. He wiped his hands across his jeans, barely cleaning them off and not making the jeans much worse than they already were as he picks up the link and answers the call. He listens to Delicious' proposal and agrees to show, hungry enough as he is he would have gone just for the free noodles. He needed the money, his garage was doing ok but the villagers didn't really pay him too much to fix their gear and he didn't expect them to. They didn't mind him smuggling from the bay the village sat on and he cut them deals on gear. But he hadn't made many smuggling runs recently though and he needed money to keep the building running with electricity and water and to keep food in his belly.
He crossed to the small bathroom in the back of the shop and took a quick shower, throwing on new jeans and another tank top when he was done, putting his knife in the sheath in the small of his back and grabbing the concealed holster that fit under his arm. He gathered his normal gear together, put on his armored jacket and bike helmet and hopped on his Mirage to cross most of the mainland HK to get the meet.
6 February 2070 11:59 am local time. "Noodleboy"
Like the rest of the neighborhood, Noodleboy is crowded. Very crowded. People flock here from throughout the neighborhood and beyond to eat what is regarded as the best noodles in all of Hong Kong.
No seating is available in Noodleboy itself; everybody is standing and either waiting for their food or eating it.
Amidst the sea of people, you can see Dr. Delicious in the corner. As usual, he's chatting up an attractive female. Looks like an Asian human, somewhere between 16 and 25 with more boobs than brains.
If your commlink is in hidden mode, off, or not there
If your commlink is in passive mode
If you commlink is in active mode
Like the rest of the neighborhood, Noodleboy is crowded. Very crowded. People flock here from throughout the neighborhood and beyond to eat what is regarded as the best noodles in all of Hong Kong.
No seating is available in Noodleboy itself; everybody is standing and either waiting for their food or eating it.
Amidst the sea of people, you can see Dr. Delicious in the corner. As usual, he's chatting up an attractive female. Looks like an Asian human, somewhere between 16 and 25 with more boobs than brains.
If your commlink is in hidden mode, off, or not there
[ Spoiler ]
If your commlink is in passive mode
[ Spoiler ]
.If you commlink is in active mode
[ Spoiler ]
6 February 2070 11:59- Noodleboy, Yau Tsim Mong District
Wildcard parked his bike a block over, locking it up tight and headed over to the Noodleboy. Mong Kok bustled and burst at the seems in the lunch hour traffic and Wildcard had to duck and dodge to get through the crowd to the tiny noodle shop. He quickly spotted Delicious and read through the message, nodding to the fixer and turning to the shop. He pushed through most of the crowd, but avoided pushing the 289 members, not wanting to offend any of them on their turf.
"Oi, Nasi Goreng chum," Wildcard called over the bustle to the cook, assuring that his would be up quick. He had been around here many a time to fence some new merch off the seas. The place was a preferred spots to some real good fences at closing time, since there was not much of any other type of crowd in Mong Kok at four am.
When his noodles came up he grabbed them up quickly and headed to the food court, enjoying the delicious carbs. His nanotat switched to a red heart as he enjoyed the noodles, but flickered to a black diamond when he neared Delicious and waited for the man to start the meeting.
Wildcard parked his bike a block over, locking it up tight and headed over to the Noodleboy. Mong Kok bustled and burst at the seems in the lunch hour traffic and Wildcard had to duck and dodge to get through the crowd to the tiny noodle shop. He quickly spotted Delicious and read through the message, nodding to the fixer and turning to the shop. He pushed through most of the crowd, but avoided pushing the 289 members, not wanting to offend any of them on their turf.
"Oi, Nasi Goreng chum," Wildcard called over the bustle to the cook, assuring that his would be up quick. He had been around here many a time to fence some new merch off the seas. The place was a preferred spots to some real good fences at closing time, since there was not much of any other type of crowd in Mong Kok at four am.
When his noodles came up he grabbed them up quickly and headed to the food court, enjoying the delicious carbs. His nanotat switched to a red heart as he enjoyed the noodles, but flickered to a black diamond when he neared Delicious and waited for the man to start the meeting.
6 February 2070 11:59 pm local time. "Noodleboy"
An Shui sighed as he read the new message from Dr. Delicious. Everyone was always in such a hurry. He made his way through the line as best as possible, growling at the young salaryman who tried to cut in front of him. Reflecting back on today's lesson, It seems the commander is governing haste in today's conflict. He thought for a moment trying to remember the lesson about haste but it currently alluded him.. He felt the gentle, mental prod of the Lady. Aight. I'll look it up after the meeting.
Noodles in hand, An Shui makes his way over to Dr. Delicious. Once there, he presses into the area. He frowns at the lack of seating, but nods to the fixer and quietly awaits the briefing.... quietly eating the noodles.
An Shui sighed as he read the new message from Dr. Delicious. Everyone was always in such a hurry. He made his way through the line as best as possible, growling at the young salaryman who tried to cut in front of him. Reflecting back on today's lesson, It seems the commander is governing haste in today's conflict. He thought for a moment trying to remember the lesson about haste but it currently alluded him.. He felt the gentle, mental prod of the Lady. Aight. I'll look it up after the meeting.
Noodles in hand, An Shui makes his way over to Dr. Delicious. Once there, he presses into the area. He frowns at the lack of seating, but nods to the fixer and quietly awaits the briefing.... quietly eating the noodles.
6 February 2070 11:59 pm local time. "Noodleboy"
Dawn had long been use to the crowds in Hong Kong, Noodleboy not being the exception. She was disappointed though that they wouldn't be eating during the meeting instead of rushing through. Dr. Delicious needed to coordinate his time better when inviting teams to come eat then rushing them through. Dawn would not forgo the opportunity to eat something, though she would buy something light instead of noodles.
Food in hand she moves over to the area where Dr. Delicious was talking with the girl. She check the woman out discreetly. If the girl were to use her looks to go far in the world, she hopefully will use them wisely. Not likely, but hopefully.
Dawn had long been use to the crowds in Hong Kong, Noodleboy not being the exception. She was disappointed though that they wouldn't be eating during the meeting instead of rushing through. Dr. Delicious needed to coordinate his time better when inviting teams to come eat then rushing them through. Dawn would not forgo the opportunity to eat something, though she would buy something light instead of noodles.
Food in hand she moves over to the area where Dr. Delicious was talking with the girl. She check the woman out discreetly. If the girl were to use her looks to go far in the world, she hopefully will use them wisely. Not likely, but hopefully.
6 February 2070 11:59 pm local time. "Noodleboy"
Wiki walks the short distance from the closest subway stop and shows up at the noodle house with very little time to spare. He gives a big sigh when he sees the huge lunchtime crowd around the place. A growl in his stomach gets Wiki moving again. He threads his way through the crowds as bets as he can, also mindful of not bumping anyone too much.
Finally he spots Dr. Delicious in a corner but it is the man's companion that really draws Wiki's eyes. He catches Dr. Delicious' nod but is unsure if he should approach the man.
By instinct when uncertainty confronts him Wiki immediately pulls up his AR display to see if there is anything there to help him make a decision. He is rewarded with a new message from the doctor. Following the directions in the message he gets himself some noodles and heads over to meet Dr. Delicious.
Wiki walks the short distance from the closest subway stop and shows up at the noodle house with very little time to spare. He gives a big sigh when he sees the huge lunchtime crowd around the place. A growl in his stomach gets Wiki moving again. He threads his way through the crowds as bets as he can, also mindful of not bumping anyone too much.
Finally he spots Dr. Delicious in a corner but it is the man's companion that really draws Wiki's eyes. He catches Dr. Delicious' nod but is unsure if he should approach the man.
By instinct when uncertainty confronts him Wiki immediately pulls up his AR display to see if there is anything there to help him make a decision. He is rewarded with a new message from the doctor. Following the directions in the message he gets himself some noodles and heads over to meet Dr. Delicious.
6 February 2070 11:55am Yau Tsim Mong District "Noodleboy"
The auto-nav took care of the drive for Satche, giving him time to finish his prep and enjoy a little music before the meeting. He actually got lucky and found a parking spot with in a few blocks of "Noodleboy" Shuting the car down Satchel climbs out, locking the doors and setting the alarm.
He verifiys his cyberware has started recording in the AR display and then makes the short walk to Noodleboy.
As hes waiting in line, he places his order for Shrimp Fried Rice and a Buzz Cola He casually looks around to see if he reconizes anyone or can pick out any undercover corp security. In the process he sees the doc and nods in his direction.
Once he has his food he makes his way out in to the food court, finding a spot to sit his drink down and starts eating keeping an eye on the doc and a few others that seem to be hovering nearby as well. Probably others for the run.
The auto-nav took care of the drive for Satche, giving him time to finish his prep and enjoy a little music before the meeting. He actually got lucky and found a parking spot with in a few blocks of "Noodleboy" Shuting the car down Satchel climbs out, locking the doors and setting the alarm.
He verifiys his cyberware has started recording in the AR display and then makes the short walk to Noodleboy.
As hes waiting in line, he places his order for Shrimp Fried Rice and a Buzz Cola He casually looks around to see if he reconizes anyone or can pick out any undercover corp security. In the process he sees the doc and nods in his direction.
Once he has his food he makes his way out in to the food court, finding a spot to sit his drink down and starts eating keeping an eye on the doc and a few others that seem to be hovering nearby as well. Probably others for the run.
6 February 2070 12:04 pm local time. Food Court area
Dr. Delicious has set up a large table with 8 other chairs. He beckons you to sit down and his companion gives him a slip of paper and leaves with a smile. The good doctor smiles back and pockets the paper, then he sits and speaks.
I'm glad you all got my message. Mr. Johnson is coming shortly. I told him to meet us at 12:15 so that you could all get to know each other. I understand you are strangers, but when my friend told me what he needed, I though you would be the right people for the job.
First, I want you all to know that I have worked with each and every one of you and personally vouch for all seven of you. That being said, I want you to get to know a little about each other before the job. After all, you will be working together for this.
There is the usual hustle and bustle of people walking by and sitting and eating and ... other activities. Nobody seems to be interested in you.
If you have never eaten from Noodleboy before
If you have eaten at Noodleboy before
Dr. Delicious has set up a large table with 8 other chairs. He beckons you to sit down and his companion gives him a slip of paper and leaves with a smile. The good doctor smiles back and pockets the paper, then he sits and speaks.
I'm glad you all got my message. Mr. Johnson is coming shortly. I told him to meet us at 12:15 so that you could all get to know each other. I understand you are strangers, but when my friend told me what he needed, I though you would be the right people for the job.
First, I want you all to know that I have worked with each and every one of you and personally vouch for all seven of you. That being said, I want you to get to know a little about each other before the job. After all, you will be working together for this.
There is the usual hustle and bustle of people walking by and sitting and eating and ... other activities. Nobody seems to be interested in you.
If you have never eaten from Noodleboy before
[ Spoiler ]
If you have eaten at Noodleboy before
[ Spoiler ]
6 February 2070 12:04 pm local time. Food Court area
Following the doc's lead Satchel takes a seat the table, adjusting his lined coat as he sits down so it will not restrict his movement in the chair.
Nodding at the doc, "Good to see ya Doc. Thanks for thinking of me." He the reachs across the table to shake the Doc's hand.
Sitting before you is caucasian dwarf standing just over 1 meter tall, he's wearing a black button up shirt, with black slacks and matching shoes. The first thing thats obvious about him beyond being a dwarf and a gwailo is his dermal platting that can be seen under any exposed skin. His hair is black and just beyond shoulder length currently tied back in a pony tail going down his back. You can see several data jacks and could use the reflective covers of his cybereyes to fix you tie in.
Following the doc's lead Satchel takes a seat the table, adjusting his lined coat as he sits down so it will not restrict his movement in the chair.
Nodding at the doc, "Good to see ya Doc. Thanks for thinking of me." He the reachs across the table to shake the Doc's hand.
Sitting before you is caucasian dwarf standing just over 1 meter tall, he's wearing a black button up shirt, with black slacks and matching shoes. The first thing thats obvious about him beyond being a dwarf and a gwailo is his dermal platting that can be seen under any exposed skin. His hair is black and just beyond shoulder length currently tied back in a pony tail going down his back. You can see several data jacks and could use the reflective covers of his cybereyes to fix you tie in.
6 February 2070 12:04 pm local time. Food Court area
Dawn went to sit down at the table, the far end. She didn't know about the relationship of the with others with Dr. Delicious, but she was on more friendly terms. She wanted to avoid contact with the airhead with him. That brought up too many memories she wanted to deal with today.
Time for the meet and greet, "I'm Dawn, I do negotiations."
Dawn was a very attractive elven woman of medium height. She knew how to hold herself and her clothes were a neat fit. Her soft blonde hair was held in a loose bun by two zanji needles. She finishes her snack as she watches the others.
Dawn went to sit down at the table, the far end. She didn't know about the relationship of the with others with Dr. Delicious, but she was on more friendly terms. She wanted to avoid contact with the airhead with him. That brought up too many memories she wanted to deal with today.
Time for the meet and greet, "I'm Dawn, I do negotiations."
Dawn was a very attractive elven woman of medium height. She knew how to hold herself and her clothes were a neat fit. Her soft blonde hair was held in a loose bun by two zanji needles. She finishes her snack as she watches the others.
6 February 2070 12:09 pm
Dr. Delicious watches the interactions, smiling inwardly as he realized he made a good decision so far. But then again, he said he assembled a team of seven and only six have arrived. As if on cue from this realization, he received a call on his commlink.
Excuse me for a second. This is important.
He goes a little bit away, but still within visual range. He then comes back to the table and pulls a chair away, moving it to another table.
It seems that we will be short one person. Your missing teammate called me and bowed out. Prior commitment, it seems.
Please, continue.
He seems a little annoyed, but professional about it.
Dr. Delicious watches the interactions, smiling inwardly as he realized he made a good decision so far. But then again, he said he assembled a team of seven and only six have arrived. As if on cue from this realization, he received a call on his commlink.
Excuse me for a second. This is important.
He goes a little bit away, but still within visual range. He then comes back to the table and pulls a chair away, moving it to another table.
It seems that we will be short one person. Your missing teammate called me and bowed out. Prior commitment, it seems.
Please, continue.
He seems a little annoyed, but professional about it.
6 February 2070 11:55 am local time - "Noodleboy"
Just in time. Siu Fu orders his ususal and scans for the good doctor. He spots him chatting up a girl that is right up Dr. Delicious' alley. He checks his comm and steers himself to the Food Court. He sits down with the rest of the group and looks around.
My name is Xu Jie hui. I am please to meet you. Dr. D, thank you, for thinking about me.
Siu Fu sits down and eats his noodles while looking around the group. He notes that they are now six in place of the seven expected.
Just in time. Siu Fu orders his ususal and scans for the good doctor. He spots him chatting up a girl that is right up Dr. Delicious' alley. He checks his comm and steers himself to the Food Court. He sits down with the rest of the group and looks around.
My name is Xu Jie hui. I am please to meet you. Dr. D, thank you, for thinking about me.
Siu Fu sits down and eats his noodles while looking around the group. He notes that they are now six in place of the seven expected.
6 February 2070 12:05pm Yau Tsim Mong District; Noodleboy; Food Court area
An Shui makes his way to the table behind Dr. Delicious, the dwarf and the attractive elf. Looking at the nice dress of the people at the table he almost feels out of place, except for most the people walking by dressed more casually. He thinks back to today's lesson... Methods: To take the field, diverse methods may provide a tactical advantage. Looking around at the diversity in the team he nods, Yes. That must be the constant that is of most importance in selecting a team. The diversity of methods they employ.
Sweeping the tails of his heavy duster to the side, the ork sits next to the dwarf at the table. Himself half causcasion, half chinese An Shui is very comfortable amongst westerners. " Ni hao. Please call me An Shui. I specialize in magical support. "
An Shui makes his way to the table behind Dr. Delicious, the dwarf and the attractive elf. Looking at the nice dress of the people at the table he almost feels out of place, except for most the people walking by dressed more casually. He thinks back to today's lesson... Methods: To take the field, diverse methods may provide a tactical advantage. Looking around at the diversity in the team he nods, Yes. That must be the constant that is of most importance in selecting a team. The diversity of methods they employ.
Sweeping the tails of his heavy duster to the side, the ork sits next to the dwarf at the table. Himself half causcasion, half chinese An Shui is very comfortable amongst westerners. " Ni hao. Please call me An Shui. I specialize in magical support. "
6 February 2070 12:06pm Yau Tsim Mong District; Noodleboy; Food Court area
As Wiki gets closer to the table he sees that there are others also meeting with the Dr Delicious. The young asian man rubs his spotty mustache in a nervous gesture as he nears the new social situation. Once he gets to the table he puts down his noodles and runs a hand through his short, spikey black hair and adjusts his heavy jacket.
To anyone paying attention to Wiki they see a young asian man. He has short black hair, often worn in spikes. On his face he has a spotty mustache and goatee. His clothes are worn and plain. Over all Wiki is rather non-descript.
As Wiki gets closer to the table he sees that there are others also meeting with the Dr Delicious. The young asian man rubs his spotty mustache in a nervous gesture as he nears the new social situation. Once he gets to the table he puts down his noodles and runs a hand through his short, spikey black hair and adjusts his heavy jacket.
To anyone paying attention to Wiki they see a young asian man. He has short black hair, often worn in spikes. On his face he has a spotty mustache and goatee. His clothes are worn and plain. Over all Wiki is rather non-descript.
6 February 2070 12:06pm - Noodleboy: Food Court
I am pleased to meet you An Shui. Do you have any idea what the good doctor has in mind?
He looks at the newcomer to the table and says, Welcome! I am Xu Jie hui, this is An Shui, gesturing to An Shui. What is your name, sir?
I am pleased to meet you An Shui. Do you have any idea what the good doctor has in mind?
He looks at the newcomer to the table and says, Welcome! I am Xu Jie hui, this is An Shui, gesturing to An Shui. What is your name, sir?
6 February 2070 12:07pm Yau Tsim Mong District; Noodleboy; Food Court area
An Shui looks at Xu Jie hui and the man's bo staff, puzzled why he would be carrying the stick. He's about to reply to the query when the man abruptly turns to the other man joining the group and begins speaking to him instead, so An Shui quietly listens.
An Shui looks at Xu Jie hui and the man's bo staff, puzzled why he would be carrying the stick. He's about to reply to the query when the man abruptly turns to the other man joining the group and begins speaking to him instead, so An Shui quietly listens.
Dawn takes stock of the people coming to the table and introducing themselves. The magical support was uplifting. Never go anywhere without a Wiz on your side to deal with the competitions magic.
A few natives as well, that was also good. Being from Seattle put Dawn in a small disadvantage of being non-native in Hong Kong. She was getting cozy with a few important people, just not enough. Not yet, anyway.
"So we're all here. Do we get highlights of the job before Mr. J arrives?
A few natives as well, that was also good. Being from Seattle put Dawn in a small disadvantage of being non-native in Hong Kong. She was getting cozy with a few important people, just not enough. Not yet, anyway.
"So we're all here. Do we get highlights of the job before Mr. J arrives?
No idea. Welcome. My name is Xu Jie hui. With that, Siu Fu, settles back and looks to An Shui and Wiki for their answers to his earlier questions.
6 February 2007. 12:13 pm. Food Court in Mok Mall by Noodleboy
Dr. Delicious sits and watches the interactions. So far, so good. But then again, the job hasn't started yet.
My friend should be here any minute. I'll let him tell you everything; he hates sharing the spotlight.
What I can tell you is that someone stole something from him and he wants it back. He doesn't want the police involved. Nothing illegal; he just doesn't want the negative publicity. Face is everything, you know.
As the doctor is talking, loud noises are coming from Noodleboy. You can hear some of what is being shouted. It appears that someone was trying to do a robbery and was quickly learning what a BAAAAAD idea that was.
Dr. Delicious sits and watches the interactions. So far, so good. But then again, the job hasn't started yet.
My friend should be here any minute. I'll let him tell you everything; he hates sharing the spotlight.
What I can tell you is that someone stole something from him and he wants it back. He doesn't want the police involved. Nothing illegal; he just doesn't want the negative publicity. Face is everything, you know.
As the doctor is talking, loud noises are coming from Noodleboy. You can hear some of what is being shouted. It appears that someone was trying to do a robbery and was quickly learning what a BAAAAAD idea that was.
An Shui sits quietly as Dr. Delicious answers the Xu Jie hui's question, he then looks to Xu Jie hui. "I didn't catch your area of expertise..?"
6 February 2070 12:18 pm. Food Court in Mok Mall by Noodleboy
As everybody is talking and eating - or in the case of the would-be robber of Noodleboy, lying and bleeding on the floor - when another woman comes up. Not the doctor's companion you saw earlier, she is in her mid 30's, about 5'7, south Asian human, and slightly chubby. Long brown hair, and wearing a business blouse and skirt, she seems somewhat out of place. Clearly, though, she is not a stranger to the district; she is eating a dish from Noodleboy.
She comes up to the table, and Dr. Delicious looks at her suprised. What are you doing here, Emily?
The woman looks back at him and frowns. Mr. Layfield felt it would be best if he stayed back and sent me to do the negotiating. She then looks at the six of you.
My employer sends his regrets that he could not come in person. He had something stolen from his property and he needs it back. He also needs it done quietly. After all, face is everything here, and in his business, face is even more important.
The theft needs to be undone by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. I can pay you 1000
each now and an additional 2500 after the job is over. And of course, my employer, being connected in the business world, would be able to put in a good work for you when other ... needs arise.
I cannot emphasize enough that we need it done quickly and quietly. Because of that, I will need a decision before I leave the table.
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As everybody is talking and eating - or in the case of the would-be robber of Noodleboy, lying and bleeding on the floor - when another woman comes up. Not the doctor's companion you saw earlier, she is in her mid 30's, about 5'7, south Asian human, and slightly chubby. Long brown hair, and wearing a business blouse and skirt, she seems somewhat out of place. Clearly, though, she is not a stranger to the district; she is eating a dish from Noodleboy.
She comes up to the table, and Dr. Delicious looks at her suprised. What are you doing here, Emily?
The woman looks back at him and frowns. Mr. Layfield felt it would be best if he stayed back and sent me to do the negotiating. She then looks at the six of you.
My employer sends his regrets that he could not come in person. He had something stolen from his property and he needs it back. He also needs it done quietly. After all, face is everything here, and in his business, face is even more important.
The theft needs to be undone by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. I can pay you 1000
each now and an additional 2500 after the job is over. And of course, my employer, being connected in the business world, would be able to put in a good work for you when other ... needs arise.I cannot emphasize enough that we need it done quickly and quietly. Because of that, I will need a decision before I leave the table.
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The young man clears his throat a little and says, "My name is Wiki."
Turning to An Shui Sui Fu remarks, My area of expertise is physical support. However, I prefer to use non-mechanical methods if you follow my meaning?
Turning to Wiki, he nods and says, Good to meet you Wiki. May we inquire as to your area of expertise?
As Emily reaches the table he grows quiet and attentive.
Turning to Wiki, he nods and says, Good to meet you Wiki. May we inquire as to your area of expertise?
As Emily reaches the table he grows quiet and attentive.
An shui listens as Emily lays the run and payment out in vague terms. When she asks for a decision he waits a moment then speaks softly, "Understanding that you are hesitant to divulge many details before the team agrees to your terms, we are also hesitant to agree to terms without understanding the threat level." His hands are placed together on the table, almost as if praying but for the purpose of presenting non-threatening body language. He continues speaking in a soft tone to foster a non confrontational conversation, "To aid our quick agreement, can you tell us if you expect us to have competition to retrieve the package and a basic idea of the obstacles our adversaries overcome to acquire the package?" He ends his questions by looking down slightly in deference to her position as the employer.
Just as Satchel is about to introduce him self to the others, the young lady arrives and starts the disscussion about work.
He sits quietly waiting to see if there may be any additional details he would need.
He sits quietly waiting to see if there may be any additional details he would need.
6 February 2070. 12:21pm. Food Court in Mok Mall by Noodleboy
Emily looks at An Shui, and returns the respect shown her. I am not aware of anybody else who would want the package. It's not that interesting. To be honest, I don't think the thieves themselves want it. They have demanded a ransom to have it returned. I don't know if this is a momey making sceme or a personal vendetta against us. We have managed to keep it quiet, so there are few people who know it is not in its place.
She takes a couple more bites of noodles and then continues. As for what they overcame, they hacked into our security system and turned most of it off. Fortunately, they didn't get the cameras. They also snuck in and managed to avoid the guards. It appeared that they focused on stealth in getting the job done.
I would say there are 3 people, 4 counting the hacker.
Emily looks at An Shui, and returns the respect shown her. I am not aware of anybody else who would want the package. It's not that interesting. To be honest, I don't think the thieves themselves want it. They have demanded a ransom to have it returned. I don't know if this is a momey making sceme or a personal vendetta against us. We have managed to keep it quiet, so there are few people who know it is not in its place.
She takes a couple more bites of noodles and then continues. As for what they overcame, they hacked into our security system and turned most of it off. Fortunately, they didn't get the cameras. They also snuck in and managed to avoid the guards. It appeared that they focused on stealth in getting the job done.
I would say there are 3 people, 4 counting the hacker.
"Obviously you would need a decision before you leave the table. Thats why we are all here." Dawn hated to state the obvious, but why people consider this a high pressure tactic mystified her. She turned her audio recorder on to catch the details of the mission. So far it was object recovery from thieves. Thieves who probably wanted money that the owner of the item was not going to give them.
Hence why they were here.
"As my my companion already pointed man things out." Nodding to An Shui. "I'll ask the question as to what was the item stolen. Unfortunately, we do need to know it looks like in order to get it back."
Hence why they were here.
"As my my companion already pointed man things out." Nodding to An Shui. "I'll ask the question as to what was the item stolen. Unfortunately, we do need to know it looks like in order to get it back."
[ Spoiler ]
As the attention turns to the group's negotiator, An Shui hides his pleasure behind the benevolent facade he has displayed so far. He replayed his comments and tact in his mind, not able to think of anyway he could have helped her start from a stronger position to parley for a better rate.
Sensing that Dawn will start talking money, he focuses his attention on Dawn and Emiliy thinking, Hopefully she will be able to strike a bargain that is closer to Mr Johnson's limit rather than his opening offer.
Sensing that Dawn will start talking money, he focuses his attention on Dawn and Emiliy thinking, Hopefully she will be able to strike a bargain that is closer to Mr Johnson's limit rather than his opening offer.
6 February 2070. 12:24pm. Food Court in Mok Mall by Noodleboy
Emily gives kind of a shrug. She is clearly concerned about saying too much. However, necessity has overriden caution.
The item is ... well, it's a person. He was forcefully removed from our property this morning and a ransom demand was made for his life. We will pay it if we have to, but there's no guarantee that whoever kidnapped him would not kill him anyway.
I am not authorized to give any information about him until the job has been accepted; however, like I said earlier, we believe that the kidnapping was not action against him. Just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Emily gives kind of a shrug. She is clearly concerned about saying too much. However, necessity has overriden caution.
The item is ... well, it's a person. He was forcefully removed from our property this morning and a ransom demand was made for his life. We will pay it if we have to, but there's no guarantee that whoever kidnapped him would not kill him anyway.
I am not authorized to give any information about him until the job has been accepted; however, like I said earlier, we believe that the kidnapping was not action against him. Just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
It would appear that our finely dressed friend is the negociator. That is good. I, for one, am happy to help those who have been taken as ransom; however, how do I communicate that as I don't have a comm address for our face...
Perhaps Tao Jiao will be open before us.
Perhaps Tao Jiao will be open before us.
Dawn was dubious about the man being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unless he was a favorite security guard this should have been turned over to the police. No one just shells out the kind of nuyen for a nobody. Yet, it was rule to point that out. Emily needed to be in control with the information.
Hopefully she was not tight fisted with the money. A few mental clicks and Dawn sent her PAN to the surrounding runners at the table, asking for and giving permission for them to access her on the passive mode level.
Their input before she open her mouth to talk with Emily of course was important.
Hopefully she was not tight fisted with the money. A few mental clicks and Dawn sent her PAN to the surrounding runners at the table, asking for and giving permission for them to access her on the passive mode level.
Their input before she open her mouth to talk with Emily of course was important.
6 February 2070. 12:25pm. Food Court in Mok Mall by Noodleboy
Receiving the ping from his com via his earbuds denoting a directed incoming request, An Shui shifts his perception back to the mundane world. He slowly moves his right hand under the table and uses his AR gloves to accept the buddy request from Dawn's PAN.
He then types a message to Dawn, still using his AR gloves, watching his host and limiting movements so not as to draw attention to himself:
Receiving the ping from his com via his earbuds denoting a directed incoming request, An Shui shifts his perception back to the mundane world. He slowly moves his right hand under the table and uses his AR gloves to accept the buddy request from Dawn's PAN.
He then types a message to Dawn, still using his AR gloves, watching his host and limiting movements so not as to draw attention to himself:
[ Spoiler ]
Wiki was so focused on saying the right things to the others that he missed seeing the newcomer arrive at their table. He is slightly embarrassed by this but quickly composes himself to listen to the job.
Inwardly Wiki gets very excited when Emily mentions the payment for the job. His palms even begin to sweat a little. His thoughts about how he will spend it are interrupted by someone pinging his comm. He gives a mental nudge and opens a window showing him the request from Dawn to join her PAN. He quickly accepts the request and then composes a message for her:
Inwardly Wiki gets very excited when Emily mentions the payment for the job. His palms even begin to sweat a little. His thoughts about how he will spend it are interrupted by someone pinging his comm. He gives a mental nudge and opens a window showing him the request from Dawn to join her PAN. He quickly accepts the request and then composes a message for her:
[ Spoiler ]
The comm vibrates slightly in Siu Fu's pocket. He reaches into the oversized pocket and removes the comm and accepts the request from the face.
The way is open.
Slidding back ever so slightly, so as to better see the screen, Siu Fu settles in for the time being.
The way is open.
Slidding back ever so slightly, so as to better see the screen, Siu Fu settles in for the time being.
Continuing to listen as the apparent stand in Johnson lays out the basics of the job, it takes a few seconds for him to notice the incoming connection request in his AR view.
He quickly opens the link and moves the window to a good spot for viewing that will not block his vison or make it look like he is staring off into space.
He quickly opens the link and moves the window to a good spot for viewing that will not block his vison or make it look like he is staring off into space.
"Thats the trick isn't it." Dawn said matter-of-factly.
"Going in and grabbing someone alive from thugs is not exactly the easiest of jobs to pull off. Not counting the reality they may be already dead; which would reflect poorly on us even after we take the job.
"Then there's the not knowing who we're dealing with factor. We're going to need security footage, or whats left of it to possibly track these people down. So taking our circumstances into consideration. I believe doubling the pay rate would cover for any misfortunes, things we'll need to get, and good faith."
The good faith part sounded good to Dawn. Its was an oxymoron considering they were dealing with a J that didn't show up for the meet int he first place. People with something to hide, go figure. What else was new?
Dawn eyed the woman to see what her reaction would be. How much leash did she have to get this job underway.
"Going in and grabbing someone alive from thugs is not exactly the easiest of jobs to pull off. Not counting the reality they may be already dead; which would reflect poorly on us even after we take the job.
"Then there's the not knowing who we're dealing with factor. We're going to need security footage, or whats left of it to possibly track these people down. So taking our circumstances into consideration. I believe doubling the pay rate would cover for any misfortunes, things we'll need to get, and good faith."
The good faith part sounded good to Dawn. Its was an oxymoron considering they were dealing with a J that didn't show up for the meet int he first place. People with something to hide, go figure. What else was new?
Dawn eyed the woman to see what her reaction would be. How much leash did she have to get this job underway.
[ Spoiler ]
6 February 2070. 12:28 pm. Mok Mall Food Court by "Noodleboy"
Emily looks at Dawn, then at the rest of you, then at Dr. Delicious. She looks back at Dawn and speaks to her again, this time in a more frustrated voice.
We can certainly give you access to the relevant security footage, as well as access to the quarters he was taken from.
As to the matter of pay, I understand your apprehension. However, I am not sure why the kidnappers would kidnap him then kill him, but then again, I cannot fathom why they would kidnap him in the first place. Nevertheless, if they have killed him, your team will not be held responsible and will be paid as agreed.
It also seems that you have me at an advantage; my employer needs the person returned as soon as possible. To compensate you for a professional job, perhaps I can offer a little more compensation. She lets out a light chuckle.
Not sure I can double your fee, but I can double your retainer fees. I can give you 2,000 up front and an additional four grand after completion of the job. Provided you bring him back alive. If he is dead, however, I can only pay the original 2,500 on completion.
She reaches into her business suit jacket and pulls out 12 certified credsticks. Unfortunately, I cannot disclose any more information without a decision.
Emily looks at Dawn, then at the rest of you, then at Dr. Delicious. She looks back at Dawn and speaks to her again, this time in a more frustrated voice.
We can certainly give you access to the relevant security footage, as well as access to the quarters he was taken from.
As to the matter of pay, I understand your apprehension. However, I am not sure why the kidnappers would kidnap him then kill him, but then again, I cannot fathom why they would kidnap him in the first place. Nevertheless, if they have killed him, your team will not be held responsible and will be paid as agreed.
It also seems that you have me at an advantage; my employer needs the person returned as soon as possible. To compensate you for a professional job, perhaps I can offer a little more compensation. She lets out a light chuckle.
Not sure I can double your fee, but I can double your retainer fees. I can give you 2,000
up front and an additional four grand after completion of the job. Provided you bring him back alive. If he is dead, however, I can only pay the original 2,500 on completion.She reaches into her business suit jacket and pulls out 12 certified credsticks. Unfortunately, I cannot disclose any more information without a decision.
6 February 2070. 12:30 pm. Mok Mall Food Court by "Noodleboy"
An Shui is happy with the face presented by Dawn, the crew's honor is still in place and their fee is much higher than where it started. It is best that Ms Johnson feel we are united.
Dawn:
He sits silently watching and waiting.
An Shui is happy with the face presented by Dawn, the crew's honor is still in place and their fee is much higher than where it started. It is best that Ms Johnson feel we are united.
Dawn:
[ Spoiler ]
He sits silently watching and waiting.
Wildcard had sat back during most of the conversation between the other team members and the Johnson's representative, watching and analzying the every movement and word of the others at the table. The stakes were not too high that it was likely thta he wouldn't be able to walk away if it all went to drek, but something tickled the back of his brain as he thought over the proposition in front of him. Aw, well what the hell, might as well throw my chips in, at least to see the flop....
Wildcard waved his hads through the motions of composing a message under the table and joined the virtual communication with the rest of the table.
Wildcard looked around at the others as his message went out, his nanotat under his eye changing to a black spade. A slight smile breaks across his face as he lifts his hands from under the table and slides them across palm down, mimicking the motion of pushing chips into a bet.
Wildcard waved his hads through the motions of composing a message under the table and joined the virtual communication with the rest of the table.
[ Spoiler ]
Wildcard looked around at the others as his message went out, his nanotat under his eye changing to a black spade. A slight smile breaks across his face as he lifts his hands from under the table and slides them across palm down, mimicking the motion of pushing chips into a bet.
Our friend has done well for us. We keep our honor and our employer saves face.
Siu Fu types a message on his comm using preset buttons. His reply is a simple, I agree.
Siu Fu types a message on his comm using preset buttons. His reply is a simple, I agree.
6 February 2070. 12:32 pm. Mok Mall Food Court by "Noodleboy"
Dawn checks the return messages from the team. The majority were in agreement with the discussed amount and that made Dawn happy. She did her part of the job. Now she would go along with the rest of the mission to see that it got done and provide support where she was able. After all, its one part to open the deal, another to close it. Closing it meant bringing the person back to Mr. Johnson and his rep.
"Very well. We accept. Whatever details you share with us concerning your situation will not go beyond this table and remain in the discreet hands of this team."
Dawn checks the return messages from the team. The majority were in agreement with the discussed amount and that made Dawn happy. She did her part of the job. Now she would go along with the rest of the mission to see that it got done and provide support where she was able. After all, its one part to open the deal, another to close it. Closing it meant bringing the person back to Mr. Johnson and his rep.
"Very well. We accept. Whatever details you share with us concerning your situation will not go beyond this table and remain in the discreet hands of this team."
Satchel nods slightly in silent agreement as Dawn makes the anoucment that they would take the job.
6 February 2070. 12:32 pm. Mok Mall Food Court by "Noodleboy"
Wiki issues a mental command and has his commlink send his agreement to.
Wiki issues a mental command and has his commlink send his agreement to.
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