Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:02:10 Loveland, Puyallup District

Jake decides that it is time to check up what is Graysons status before proceeding any further.
[@Grayson[Jake]:We have overpowered thugs and are extracting info about Spencer. What is your status?]

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:02:10 Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = Greer Wayne Jaspers

Grayson gets Jake's message. It takes him a full minute to reply between the bowel-loosening fear that's got his hindbrain in full fight-or-flight mode. Grayson's reply appears in fits and starts, fragments. As if his hands or mind wasn't free to respond as fluidly as he'd like to... the message doesn't make much sense. But it sounds like he's getting closer at least.

<<@Jake [GWJaspers] ctreazyy ork. thiinking ju2mp ouit.>>

On the street, Tigger and Greer cough in the cab's dubious exhaust before setting out towards the apartment at a good clip. Grayson looks at Tigger , shaking his head relief, before moving out towards Spencer's doss.

Several seconds later, a second message follows. <<@Jake [GWJaspers] Sorry about that. What a ride. Never - NEVER - take Daryl's cab. Unless you don't have options. So... fill me in... I was dealing with blind panic... I seem to have registered something about gunfire? What the hell is happening? Oh, we're about two minutes out on my mark... ...Mark.>>

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:02:10 Loveland, Puyallup District

[@Grayson [Jake]: I have my own ride. Vladimir Borzakovsky hired these goons to get Spencer and bring him in. They are supposed to call in once they got him and then they would recieve the drop point.]

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:02:12 Loveland, Puyallup District

With a flex of his fist, Carter activates his shock glove. He leans forward to the thug and whispers, "You've earned a painless death."

Before the would-be kidnapper has a chance to speak, Carter reaches forward and sends an electrical shock through the goon's nervous system.

[@Grayson [Carter] Good to see you joined the party.]

[@All [Carter] This one doesn't have much more for us. I'd recommend having Whisper do her thing. We need to find disposal services. The living are worth more usually.]

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:02:10 Loveland, Puyallup District

Tigger stretched his shoulders a bit as he watched Daryl's cab take off into the distance. Now that was quite a ride, very timely, a lot of fun. Tigger took a mental note to remind himself to call Daryl again if he ever needed to get across town quick again, and have a good time doing so.

Bouncing lightly on his toes, he shook his shoulders in humor as he watched Grayson shake off the nausea that had settled into him from the ride. Some guys just can't handle the adrenaline rush like others.

Bringing up the coordinates of Spencer's doss again in his PAN, Tigger started off in that direction, slowing up to make sure Grayson was following behind and to type off a quick message to the others that he was back from his info gathering run.

{@All [Tigger]: Alright alls, I'm back this way, here with Grayson, coming to you all asap.}

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:00 Loveland, Puyallup District

The doberman, guided by Jake, keeps watch over the hall while the roto-drone hovers in the sill of the blasted out living room window streaming video of the parking lot. The thugs up the street have taken notice of the ruckus and are growing in numbers, looking towards the building.

Rex holds onto the unconscious goon, while he and Carter await Whisper. Whisper, having made her way across the backside of the block, in the back door and up the stairs join the team in the room.

Greer and Tigger have Jake's van in sight in their AR map as the cut across yards and between apartment buildings heading towards the team's current position.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:00 Loveland, Puyallup District

Jakes live feed from the drones is still on so the others can see the mob gathering. He also summons his fly drones back since roto drone and doberman are covering their current needs so far.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:11 Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = Greer Wayne Jaspers

Grayson makes his way surreptitiously towards the apartment complex. A window blinks in the corner of his vision and he stops a moment, ducking into a convenient shadow to view the message. It's not a message, it's the feed from Jake's dobie.

"Oh, hell." He looks at Tigger, "We're fixin' to wade hip deep into trouble if we keep going this way."

He and the kid creep as close as they can, going wide around the gathering.

<<@All[GWJaspers] We're almost there. I've got a decent read on the locals... and an idea how to deal with them. You guys game?>>

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:14 Loveland, Puyallup District

[@All [Carter] You know that I don't like blind questions. Let us clear out of here and you can give us the broad strokes of your plan.]

Stepping out into the hallway, Carter draws a slim knife designed more for throwing than cutting. He begins to track down the small tag which they had missed on their way in but which Jake had identified.

"If you folks are done here, I'd recommend moving quickly. That mob has meta-hate written all over it."

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

Whisper looks to the unconscious goon held by Rex, then back towards the door Carter and the doberman went out, sweat running down her forehead.
<<@All [Whisper] His mind is an open book to me. He has telling the truth so far. What else to you want to know? His fear of flying perhaps? Or the fact that he has a crush on Vlad's mistress?>>
A smug smile sits on her face and she finishes.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

The disapproving tone shows clearly in Carter's message over the comms.

[@All [Carter] Right now we need legitimate data. What does he know about Vlad, Vlad's employers, their general whereabouts, means of contact etc. Run through the Who, What, When, Where, Why and How of their connection. Get the information on the mistress if we can use it to drive a wedge between her and Vlad, but otherwise it's near useless. And remember, if we missed a camera, we missed a microphone that hears what you are saying.]

Damned fool kids. Has a single one of them heard of Operational Integrity? The power to tear open a sleeping man's mind won't save her from getting shot.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

[@All[Jake]: Ready when you are...]

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:33 Loveland, Puyallup District

Whisper looks back to the man and then begins speaking.
<<@All [Whisper] Vlad is a small time member of the Vory, the Russian mob. They primarily work some of the dock areas of Tacoma, the Italians being their primary challengers to domination. They primarily use coms to keep in contact and there is a cafe near the docks where they go if they need a new com. Orders are to smash and ditch the coms if they become compromised. I have Vlad's LTG and I have the mistress' address. Let me know if you want more there. And yes. The room is bugged; Under the coffee table and the stiff's com is recording it.>>

Via the roto-drone's view of the front of the building, you can now see a little over a dozen youths heading towards the building. Tire iron and table leg are the weapons of choice for most of them. They are a little up the block, but they will be at the from door in about 30 seconds, give or take.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:33 Loveland, Puyallup District

Jake continues to send live feed while starting up the engine.
[@Whisper [Jake]:I don't suppose you can fly everone out of the window? Why don't you grab that recording device, some of Spencers stuff you could use to track him and get out of there.]

[@G [Jake]:If you have any time to divert the mob, now would be the time.]

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:34 Loveland, Puyallup District

Tigger bounces into the shadows behind Grayson, flexing his muscles slightly, his adrenaline already kicking back up for the showdown that may be coming up. Peaking his head out around the corner of the building, he can see the approaching group of juvenile deliquents, pipes and tire irons in their not-yet battle hardened grasps. If his teammates were going to get out of this building without being swamped by these punks they were going to need a distraction. A bouncing, jumping, orange headed ork sounds like a perfectly good distraction to Tigger at the moment, so he turns back to Grayson and whispers to the guy, "Alright, I am goin to distract the kids, you help the guys get out and in the van, soka?" Tigger smiles deviously as he speaks, his tusks fully visible for the first time as he charges straight up the wall, his feet seeming to grip to the surface of the wall like a spider as he runs 4 meters up and then jumps another 4 meters up.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:36 Loveland, Puyallup District

Tigger's graceful movements, raw power and superhuman ability puts him up the wall of the two story building and on the roof with seemingly the same effort Greer would expend to skip up the three entry steps to the rear exit of the landing. Looking out over the front of the building, Tigger sees the ruffians approaching the apartment building.

Greer is nearly to the building, approaching from the southeast (the from being on the west), when Tigger seemingly flies to the roof. His high tech eye-ware being the difference between functional and functionally blind, were it not for his own abilities he would have frozen in awe at the sight.

Carter makes short work of locating the video bug. He is able to pry it from the wall with ease despite the adhesive.

Whisper is able to gather the audio bud as well as the com unit.
<<@All [Whisper] No. No flying...>> as she runs to the bathroom to locate a razor and hairbrush.

Jake's roto-drone shows the youths having covered over half the distance to the apartment building. They have also taken note of the roto-drone hovering in the window...

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:36 Loveland, Puyallup District

"Showtime..." Jake whispers to himself and jumps into the roto-drone. He moves the drone away from the window and towards the ruffians. As he nears them he makes several jerks with the drone to make it seem like he has lost control of it and sends it down in plummeting manner like it is going to crash in the midst of them, before pulling it back up.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:37 Loveland, Puyallup District

Before Grayson had a chance to respond to Carter's inquiry about the plan, the rigger had already launched his own offensive. Great. These fraggin kids are going to get themselves, a handful of civillians, and possibly me killed.

"Whisper, follow me out at my pace."

The drones found their way in they could find their way out. With his gun away and a knife in each hand, blade turned in parallel to his forearm, Carter quickly went out of the apartment and down the stairs.

He cracks the door to the alleyway open and peers around. The last thing he wanted was for another batch of thugs to be cutting across behind the building in an effort to surround their team.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:37 Loveland, Puyallup District

Hauling the k.o.ed thug, Rex follows after Carter. As he sees drone plummeting he follows the feed with amazement and anticipation of big boom.
Crazy dr. Bacteria...He is crazy...

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:39 Loveland, Puyallup District

The roto-drone wisps out the window, across the short distance to the gathered mob and executes a high speed buzzing the throng of youths. Several of the youths mixed in the crowd brandish firearms and start shooting at the drone.

Carter slips into the hallway, down the stairs and towards the back door. There does appear to be some movement outside the door, but a check of team positions as provided by Jake's tactical AR map shows it to be Greer. Whisper keeps directly behind Carter, Rex next and the doberman bringing up the rear. As he moves stealthfully towards the door, Carter does realize that any benefits from his own well practiced movements designed to avoid detection are effectively negated by the marching band behind him. As Carter reaches the back door, shoots can be heard on the street in front of the apartment building (behind them).

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:40 Loveland, Puyallup District

[@All [Carter] Withdraw forces and meet at the van.]

Carter nods to his oft-times partner in crime and then sets off at speed to where the van was marked in their tactical map. He pauses at each intersection to look both ways and make sure no one was waiting to gun them down or shout the direction they had run.

If they gun down the girl or Grayson, he'd stay and fight. The rest of this marching band, knew what they signed up for and should learn to move more softly.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:40 Loveland, Puyallup District


That certainly got their attention.. Jake smiles bitterly and executes fast movement up and away from the shots.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:48 Loveland, Puyallup District

The drone teeters away, both shots having damaged it though neither critically. It works its way wide and back towards Jake's van. Whisper, Rex and Greer follow Carter back to the van as well. As the team begins to load in they quickly realize there are several problems:
1) 2 seats + 1 bench vs. 1 troll and 5 humans
2) A germ covered crew is converging on Jake's van....

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:03:48 Loveland, Puyallup District

Oh no...
Jake fumbles with the wet tissues, scrubs and anti septs, putting them outside for the arrivals to clean themselves up. Roto drone is capable of following the van, thus leaving free space so everyone could cram up. At least until they have reached safe distance...

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:00 Loveland, Puyallup District

Whisper climbs back into the passenger seat, taking the wipes as Jake thrusts them into her hands. Grayson looks at the arrangements and instead smiles. "I'll see what if anything is to be learned from the local hoods."

Jake and Carter know this is his way. He is a loner and works better that way. He always comes back with the information as well.

The rear bench only has enough room for Rex and Carter to sit, leaving them to pull the thug across their lap as they pile in.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:00 Loveland, Puyallup District

After successfully and quite easily vaulting up to the roof top, Tigger taps out a quick message to the rest of team.

{@All [Tigger]: Go ahead and get out of here. When you find a place, text me a rendezvous. I will keep anyone off your tail and mix them up a bit ^_^}

With that out of the way, Tigger peeks his head over the railing at the thugs below and whistles down at them, trying to draw their attention to him and away from the escaping team in the van. "Heya tough guys, watcha doing messsin' around down there, huh?"

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:00 Loveland, Puyallup District

Once everyone is inside, Jake drives away, making sure that the roto drone follows.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:02 Loveland, Puyallup District

"Where to now? We will need to dispose of this one and then continue to deal with his employer. Because time is of the essence, a swift roll through an alley near Redmond and a bullet should suffice."

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:02 Loveland, Puyallup District

"As long as we are away from the mob and near some place with showers so you guys can bath..."
Jake will drive until he has made proper distance from Spencers apartment and then park into nearest alley so they could plan their next step properly.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

At first, the mob is confused by the seeming disembodied voice speaking to them. Several of them are still looking for the return of the roto-drone. Several ignore the voice and continue to the building, but the majority stop and eventually locate Trigger a top the apartment building. One of them calls out, "Come on down and we'll show ya."

The van moves away from the building, lights off with the roto-drone following closely behind. Jake is easily able to navigate away from the apartment building and effect an escape. With the modifications to his van, he can also remotely land the drone in the compartment designed for it in the back and recover it.

@Rex

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

Not sure what you have in mind in order to 'dispose of this one' but let's play it safe. Magic has been used on him. If he dies and someone finds his body, I think - but not completely for sure, that a magical trail/residue would be left that could potentially lead them back to me. Or us.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:19 Loveland, Puyallup District

Carter looks over at Whisper with an expression that is equally parts fatherly and pedantic.

"Clean up your mess then. I plan to remove the necessary memories and drive to attempt to follow us. If you leave fingerprints for someone else to follow, we would have to deal with that later. My preference is that we not have more work than what we are paid for."

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:20 Loveland, Puyallup District

Tigger laughs at the kids below him, shrugging at their comments, "I might just do that, I will I will." Laughing as he moves back away from the edge of the roof, Tigger looks around at the surrounding buildings, for a quick place to run to, hopefully another roof top within range that he can jump to.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

Rex:
Rex leans on the back seat and rubs his back a little just to irritate dr. Bacteria a bit.
"I know a nice hiding place near Hell's Kitchen where we could get rid of the body. Just head east and follow my instruction."

Jake:
Following trols direction, Jake drives the van to its unknown destination. In his mind's eye he sees himself applying anti-detox treatment to the van's interior, followed by high pressur water blast and some good, ol' seat scrubbing.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

Fingerprints? Whisper scoffs. You left a body back there and you're chastizing me for my mess? If a good portion of time is alloted between now and when -and if- his body is found we should be home free. However, your fingerprints on the other body could be another matter..

Feeling she made her point made Whisper relaxes back and lets Jake take the van to wherever the desination is. Incase no one has ever told you, your van smells nice. And clean. ..or did.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:23 Loveland, Puyallup District

@Tigger
A shot can be heard from the parking lot below, no doubt fired up towards where he was a moment ago. Looking towards the apartment building to the north, he estimates the distance around five meters.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:23 Loveland, Puyallup District

With shots being fired up in his general direction ("Maybe they are aiming at pigeons?") Tigger decides that it is time to move on and get out of this crummy neighborhood. He crosses the remaining rooftop in a few quick strides and uses the low wall at the edge of the roof to throw propel his jump, flying over the five meter gap with ease and landing in a low crouch on the next roof, looking for his next place to jump even as he lands.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:24 Loveland, Puyallup District

@Tigger
Moving across the roof of the second building and continuing on, there is yet another apartment building to the north of this one another 5 meters distance between the two. Not a lot of diversity here, but sometimes there is something to be said for a cookie cutter neighborhood.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:04:15 Loveland, Puyallup District

Jake sniffs the air inside the van then ponders what would do more harm: opening the window or keeping everything sealed.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:17:00 Puyallup District

Tigger
Your speed and natural abilities enable you to traverse several more apartment buildings easily loosing anyone on the ground attempting to keep track of you. Eventually, you are able to cross a major street and find a spot to sit in the darkness until the team returns for you.

Jake, Rex, Whisper & Carter
Jake navigates through the barrens along the streets that he knows very well. Eventually, he comes to the end of an ash covered road to a pile of rubble that decades ago was a home. Pitiful trees and the darkness of night provide the requested seclusion. The russian begins to stir as he starts to regain consciousness.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:17:00 Puyallup District

With a touch from his glove, Carter sends another jolt through the Russian's body to keep him comatose. Once they arrive, he steps out of the van and throws the limp body out over one shoulder. Stepping into the seclusion of rubble, the former agent sets the thug down.

"Da svidanya." The words are a quiet whisper, accompanied by two silenced rounds into the thugs head.

[@Team [Carter] This set of toys has been broken. Time to deal with the Vory.]

Silently, he walks back to the van.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:17:00 Puyallup District

[@Carter [Jake]:Clean up before you go in.]

Turning to others:"Time to plan outr next step? Any suggestions? Do we need additional resources?"

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:18:00 Puyallup District

Alright, boys. If you wouldn't mind dropping me off I can go and get my work done. Whisper texts Jake an address a couple blocks away from her apartment. She makes no mention of the thug's ending. This is the job, things like that are bound to happen. But were they always necessary?

Leah rose from the ground and looked at the disaster. Her own appearance was a wreck but hardly compared to the two dead gangers lying in the alleyway soaked with their own blood. First glance would tell anybody what happened. Two gangers got in a fight. One cause of death: murder; the other: suicide.

The adrenaline soon died out leaving nothing but a sick feeling in the pitt of her stomach. Turning around, she walked away.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:18:07 Puyallup District


Carter takes stock of what there was to "clean up." Powder burns along his gloves, ash along his shoes and the bottom hem of his pants. He had stayed back far enough to not be hit by back spray from the bullet tearing through the man's head.

At the van, he opens the door, and takes a wipe from the drone. Cleaning up the best he can, he climbs back inside.

"We need intel on Vlad and his operation, as well as, his current whereabouts. Once we determine what we are dealing with in terms of manpower, we can allocate resources."

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:18:07 Puyallup District

"Anyone know any competent info dealer?"

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:18:09 Puyallup District

"I know a few people. Let me find out what they know."

After a quick glance at the time, Carter begins filing a request with Spider. Neither was entirely sure who the other was, but their relationship was as solid as things could be over the matrix.

<@Spider [Carter] I need some information, Vlad, no known last name. Russian criminal ties, Seattle based. LTG attached. Standard rates. >

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:19:15 Puyallup District

Tigger gracefully dropped down the streets below after crossing a couple blocks of rooftops with the grace of his namesake. His heartrate only a couple of ticks above usual he slumps into the plastic bench of a bus stop, stretching his arms out and letting out a bored yawn. Bringing up his PAN he cues up his favorite soundtrack, that of Run Runner Run, as he types out another text to the team.

{@Team[Tigger]: No one followed you out, things all good. I am a couple blocks out now, here is my current location. Where ya guys want to meet? [GPScoordinates.attachment]}

Straightening his bag on his hip, Tigger rises and crosses to a Stuffer Shack on the corner, whistling to himself as he purchases a Nuke'Em Gourmet SoyDog, now with new and improved meat substitute flavoring. Still tastes like dog food though...

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:19:15 Puyallup District

{@Tigger[Jake]: Sending you ping on our current location. We will not be staying here for too long though. Know any good meeting location?}

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:19:30 Puyallup District

@Tigger
The stuffer shack is actually a pretty happening place right now. End of the evening on a Saturday night... All the various teens from a 10 block radius are either congregated here or have probably been through here tonight. There seems to be a little party going on in one corner of the parking lot and the smell of smoke from illegal substances waft across the lot from that corner.
All in all, no one pays you much mind though.

@Carter
Take just over a minute before there is a response.
<<@Carter [Spider] Rush job is tonight's free bonus, nothing else going on here anyway. Glad you sent the LTG, there are about 50 Vlads in the Russian mob in Seattle.
Vladamir Petrelli. Vory in Tacoma is his affiliation. There is some activity on the boards tonight from his proxies. Looking for a coyote named Spencer. >>

@Jake
As you begin the return trip to pick up Tigger, the streets are as quiet in this neighborhood as when you left. Seems a fitting place to leave the dead. Whisper's apartment is a slight detour on the way of about five minutes.

Saturday March 1st, 2070; 22:20:11 Puyallup District

A steaming hot SoyDog in his mouth and a 72 oz. Troll Gulp in one of his hands, Tigger types out a hasty message back to Jake, trying not to spill as he makes his way back to the bus stop across the street.

{@Jake[Tigger]: There is a Stuffer right next to my last GPS ping to ya, I am there now if that works.}