Aisha smiles again, seeming to relax when you don't comment on her slip.
You try suing the District Attorney for sexual harrasment... see how far you get. She laughs but it sounds hollow. Other women in the office have tried over the years but all they got was a pink slip. It's an old boys club over there. She smiles ruefully and runs a hand through her hair. She leans forward and kisses you suddenly and forcefully. Thanks for listening, Tony.
Full Version: Miami Vice
Cash enjoys the kiss for a good minute, then goes back to enjoying their drinks together. After a few minutes of chit chat, he comes back to the conversation.
Ya' know, there's other ways besides sueing. Is the guy married f'r instance? If the guy uses the system against you, hit hm right back with a different system.
Ya' know, there's other ways besides sueing. Is the guy married f'r instance? If the guy uses the system against you, hit hm right back with a different system.
Aisha raises an eyebrow and shakes her head. Charles? Married? No. I think he might have been once, but that was before I joined the firm. Besides, if I ever want a crack at the DA's office, I have to play by their rules. She smiles again and orders another drink. I'm a big girl, Tone.. I can handle myself... or do you want to be my knight in shining armor? You catch the slight slur in her speech, the high sparkle in her eyes. She's been drinking that beer pretty fast and it's obvious that on a frame like hers it wouldn't take much to get her tipsy. It looks like she's more then halfway past tipsy and on her way to full-on drunk.
I can do shining armor. Wouldn't be the first time. Believe me, I've been in the business enough to know that there's more than one way to get to a guy.
Tell me about him. What's he like? What's he do? He's gotta have some weakness, right?
Tell me about him. What's he like? What's he do? He's gotta have some weakness, right?
Aisha smiles and a slow blush works it's way up her cheeks.
What are you going to do? Whack him? She laughs and leans forward again, brushing her legs against yours under the table.
He's... he's really quite boring really. He drives a beige Bentley LS, sometimes chauffered, sometimes not.. really depends on the case. Right now, he's back to being driven around. He has a two ton Mack truck of a bodyguard named Louis. Charles doesn't sneeze without Louis having the Kleenex out and ready beforehand. It's disgusting really. He lives on the water, a big sprawling mansion that used to be the summer home of the ex-governor before he declared bankruptcy and had to sell. Let's see.. what else.. oh, he has a penchant for the ponies, he even owns one. A fancy thoroughbred mare named Lady Di. He likes the good life, likes getting into places others can't. He's that kind of guy. The slur in her words is a little more pronounced now. She slides her eyes towards the dance floor once or twice, tapping her foot in time with the beat.
What are you going to do? Whack him? She laughs and leans forward again, brushing her legs against yours under the table.
He's... he's really quite boring really. He drives a beige Bentley LS, sometimes chauffered, sometimes not.. really depends on the case. Right now, he's back to being driven around. He has a two ton Mack truck of a bodyguard named Louis. Charles doesn't sneeze without Louis having the Kleenex out and ready beforehand. It's disgusting really. He lives on the water, a big sprawling mansion that used to be the summer home of the ex-governor before he declared bankruptcy and had to sell. Let's see.. what else.. oh, he has a penchant for the ponies, he even owns one. A fancy thoroughbred mare named Lady Di. He likes the good life, likes getting into places others can't. He's that kind of guy. The slur in her words is a little more pronounced now. She slides her eyes towards the dance floor once or twice, tapping her foot in time with the beat.
Logging the information away, Cash takes her to the dance floor.
Get her mind off this just for a bit. She's loosened up a bit now, don't want to push to deep just yet. Take her slow.
Cash dances with Aisha, letting her set the pace and rhythm. After ten mintes on the dance floor, he leans in and says in to her ear;
Remember that I've got a meeting at nine that I can't miss. Shouldn't take long. Let's have some fun here, then head back to my place for a bit. That way you can get nice and comfrotable, and I'll know where you're at when I'm done.
Get her mind off this just for a bit. She's loosened up a bit now, don't want to push to deep just yet. Take her slow.
Cash dances with Aisha, letting her set the pace and rhythm. After ten mintes on the dance floor, he leans in and says in to her ear;
Remember that I've got a meeting at nine that I can't miss. Shouldn't take long. Let's have some fun here, then head back to my place for a bit. That way you can get nice and comfrotable, and I'll know where you're at when I'm done.
Aisha smiles, her response: dancing even closer.
By the time the clock strikes 8:30, Tony is back in the shower at his place, Aisha sprawled out on his bed, gazing languidly out the window.
By the time the clock strikes 8:30, Tony is back in the shower at his place, Aisha sprawled out on his bed, gazing languidly out the window.
I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. Make your self comfortable.
Cash smiles, thinking of the double dose Gamma Scopaline cocktail he just slipped her. She'll be asleep, happy as a bird, wake up in two, three hours, and have a looser tongue than ever before. Be too groggy to just take off too. Should be plenty of time to hit the meet and get back. That reminds me, I'll have to talk to Rae about that drug those Laese use.
On his way out, Tony gives Rae a call, double checking to make sure the line is encrypted.
Hey Rae, I need that date rape drug those Laese guys are using out of Seattle for the last few years. You know, the one that's been making the rounds. Can you get me a hookup, and maybe something to clean a system, in say ... two hours?
Cash smiles, thinking of the double dose Gamma Scopaline cocktail he just slipped her. She'll be asleep, happy as a bird, wake up in two, three hours, and have a looser tongue than ever before. Be too groggy to just take off too. Should be plenty of time to hit the meet and get back. That reminds me, I'll have to talk to Rae about that drug those Laese use.
On his way out, Tony gives Rae a call, double checking to make sure the line is encrypted.
Hey Rae, I need that date rape drug those Laese guys are using out of Seattle for the last few years. You know, the one that's been making the rounds. Can you get me a hookup, and maybe something to clean a system, in say ... two hours?
Rey smiles and nods.
I know what you're talking about. It's called Le'al. I can get it to you but it's not going to come cheap. This stuff has been flying off my shelves since the last shipment. I can get it and the system cleanse to you for 500 UCAS dollars.
This cleanse I've got is high tech, too. Swiped it from a governement chem lab. With this stuff you can blow clean on an FBI scan. We got a deal?
I know what you're talking about. It's called Le'al. I can get it to you but it's not going to come cheap. This stuff has been flying off my shelves since the last shipment. I can get it and the system cleanse to you for 500 UCAS dollars.
This cleanse I've got is high tech, too. Swiped it from a governement chem lab. With this stuff you can blow clean on an FBI scan. We got a deal?
Sounds perfect. Now if you can have that for me, ready t obe dropped off, within two hours, we'll call it a grand. Spare a jammer that'll stop a panic button call, and I'll double that. Just a loner mind. You can have it back when I'm done
Still subvocalizing, Cash runs yet another security check on his comm.
Still subvocalizing, Cash runs yet another security check on his comm.
Rey nods and flicks his eyes downward for a moment before looking up.
I'll have Kaitlin deliver it. Kaitlin was Rey's delivery girl/enforcer. The woman had the name of a 12 year old girl but was a top notch elven Warrior's Way adept. She enjoyed the confusion it caused.
The diagnostic on your comm finishes. Clean.
I'll have Kaitlin deliver it. Kaitlin was Rey's delivery girl/enforcer. The woman had the name of a 12 year old girl but was a top notch elven Warrior's Way adept. She enjoyed the confusion it caused.
The diagnostic on your comm finishes. Clean.
Perfect. I'll see her in a bit. Gotta slide.
Cash disconnects, and heads to the meet.
Cash disconnects, and heads to the meet.
Sunny - Wednesday, May 15th, 2070: 1100 - At home
Sunny plays Riz's message another time, while sitting in his comfort massage chair and sipping on his soykaf. Haven't heard of ol' Riz for a long time... and now he directs me to a new job. Shortly after the bribe of dad's restaurant went up. Coincidence? Yeah, sure. Anyway, need the money...
After he finished his kaf, Sunny takes on his running clothes and exercises his morning gym program, including a long run along the beach.
Sunny - Wednesday, May 15th, 2070: 1800 - At home
Finding the proper dress for an evening is challenging for a woman - and some men. Sadly, Sunny is part of this group. Showered, shaved and shrouded in an expensive aftershave, the elf begins the search for a dress. Two hours later, he ends up with a salmon-colored light suit, white shirt and white slippers. The dress is a classic, no questions asked, but is contrasted hard by Sunnys obvious cyberarm.
Just in time, old boy. Dont't think I have to carry a gun.
He checks his spurs and grins when they snap out perfectly. Whistling the melody of "Put on your best suit" by Razor Crusade, the elf leaves his apartment and takes a taxi to the club.
Sunny plays Riz's message another time, while sitting in his comfort massage chair and sipping on his soykaf. Haven't heard of ol' Riz for a long time... and now he directs me to a new job. Shortly after the bribe of dad's restaurant went up. Coincidence? Yeah, sure. Anyway, need the money...
After he finished his kaf, Sunny takes on his running clothes and exercises his morning gym program, including a long run along the beach.
Sunny - Wednesday, May 15th, 2070: 1800 - At home
Finding the proper dress for an evening is challenging for a woman - and some men. Sadly, Sunny is part of this group. Showered, shaved and shrouded in an expensive aftershave, the elf begins the search for a dress. Two hours later, he ends up with a salmon-colored light suit, white shirt and white slippers. The dress is a classic, no questions asked, but is contrasted hard by Sunnys obvious cyberarm.
Just in time, old boy. Dont't think I have to carry a gun.
He checks his spurs and grins when they snap out perfectly. Whistling the melody of "Put on your best suit" by Razor Crusade, the elf leaves his apartment and takes a taxi to the club.
The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 21:15
Rolling up on the Ink & Paint Club is like stepping back into the '40's... not the 2040's.. the 1940's. The outside is done entirely in the nouveau art deco that was famous at the time, with huge palms and white sand lining the entrance. Two huge spotlights set off to each side of the roped off entrance beam brilliant white lights up and into the sky. The doors are done in a solid gold brass, depicting pictures of famous jazz singers raised in bas relief. (Apparently, there was some to-do a few years back when a not quite intelligent gang of miscreants decided the doors were actual gold and tried to steal them... at night... while the club was still open. Needless to say, they were caught..) A long gold and black carpet stretches from the circular drive up to the doors where two large ork men dressed in tuxedo's watch the door and the clientele. It takes more then a smile to get past those two.
It's easy to see why the message you have all recieved has been about looking the part... none of the men or women walking inside look like they spent less then 10K to be there. The cars that slide up the drive to the waiting valets are all Westwind's, Phaeton's, classic Ferrari's, etc.
Rumors about the club's background are expansive. Some say that the owner is a free spirit or dragon, other's say that the owner picked up the Gunderson blackmail lot when they went under. Still others say that the club is nothing more then a Mafia front... no one really knows for sure... and no one is talking either.
Rolling up on the Ink & Paint Club is like stepping back into the '40's... not the 2040's.. the 1940's. The outside is done entirely in the nouveau art deco that was famous at the time, with huge palms and white sand lining the entrance. Two huge spotlights set off to each side of the roped off entrance beam brilliant white lights up and into the sky. The doors are done in a solid gold brass, depicting pictures of famous jazz singers raised in bas relief. (Apparently, there was some to-do a few years back when a not quite intelligent gang of miscreants decided the doors were actual gold and tried to steal them... at night... while the club was still open. Needless to say, they were caught..) A long gold and black carpet stretches from the circular drive up to the doors where two large ork men dressed in tuxedo's watch the door and the clientele. It takes more then a smile to get past those two.
It's easy to see why the message you have all recieved has been about looking the part... none of the men or women walking inside look like they spent less then 10K to be there. The cars that slide up the drive to the waiting valets are all Westwind's, Phaeton's, classic Ferrari's, etc.
Rumors about the club's background are expansive. Some say that the owner is a free spirit or dragon, other's say that the owner picked up the Gunderson blackmail lot when they went under. Still others say that the club is nothing more then a Mafia front... no one really knows for sure... and no one is talking either.
Cash - The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 20:18
Cash pulls up in his Saab 10-6, letting the valet get the door. He steps out in his black on black, slacks, a t-shirt, and suit jacket., with his predator beneath it. The suit is of course properly cut to accomodate the firearm. He walks up the way to the front dors at a leisurely place, like he owns the place, and walks in, already keying forward $300 to the bouncer via his AR.
He walks in, glancing around, looking for a potential host or hostess.
Cash pulls up in his Saab 10-6, letting the valet get the door. He steps out in his black on black, slacks, a t-shirt, and suit jacket., with his predator beneath it. The suit is of course properly cut to accomodate the firearm. He walks up the way to the front dors at a leisurely place, like he owns the place, and walks in, already keying forward $300 to the bouncer via his AR.
He walks in, glancing around, looking for a potential host or hostess.
The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 21:15
Even though Sunny likes the style of the club, he deeply despises most of the regular customers. New-rich, corporate sharks and B-proms who want to get the thrill of meeting "real Mafia guys". Suckers.
He nods to the bouncer and heads straight to the bar. The elf is looking who's on bartender duty today and smiles when he finds Donna, an young red-haired elf. Donna! It's so good to see you. Wanna give me a light beer?
Even though Sunny likes the style of the club, he deeply despises most of the regular customers. New-rich, corporate sharks and B-proms who want to get the thrill of meeting "real Mafia guys". Suckers.
He nods to the bouncer and heads straight to the bar. The elf is looking who's on bartender duty today and smiles when he finds Donna, an young red-haired elf. Donna! It's so good to see you. Wanna give me a light beer?
As you walk up to the entrance, both orks subtly shift to stand in the way of the door... and they just as subtly shift out of the way as your commlink transfers the cred. Good to know that some things are just universal.
Stepping inside, the place is dimly lit with almost sepia colored tones. Murals of famous jazz singers and bands line the walls. Whoever they got, they're damned good. You can almost hear the music if you look at the wall for too long. Got to be some kind of magic there. Potted plants and real wood are the main decoration here. The place looks like the 21st century never happened.
Inside the vestibule, a beautiful light skinned woman with blonde hair and a slinky black dress waits. She smiles when you walk in, bright red lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth.
Good evening, Mr. Cash. Mr. Lincoln is waiting. If I could just have you stand right here by me for a moment She winks another of your party should be entering momentarily.
Stepping inside, the place is dimly lit with almost sepia colored tones. Murals of famous jazz singers and bands line the walls. Whoever they got, they're damned good. You can almost hear the music if you look at the wall for too long. Got to be some kind of magic there. Potted plants and real wood are the main decoration here. The place looks like the 21st century never happened.
Inside the vestibule, a beautiful light skinned woman with blonde hair and a slinky black dress waits. She smiles when you walk in, bright red lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth.
Good evening, Mr. Cash. Mr. Lincoln is waiting. If I could just have you stand right here by me for a moment She winks another of your party should be entering momentarily.
Sunny - The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 21:15
As you make your way to the bar, your greeting to Donna already spilling past your lips, you feel a slight tug on your elbow.
A beautiful blonde woman stands behind you, looking slightly amused.
Sir... you can order your drink once you've been seated. Mr. Lincoln is waiting for you. She speaks with a smile on her face but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. The large troll behind her seems to back up her words.
[ Spoiler ]
As you make your way to the bar, your greeting to Donna already spilling past your lips, you feel a slight tug on your elbow.
A beautiful blonde woman stands behind you, looking slightly amused.
Sir... you can order your drink once you've been seated. Mr. Lincoln is waiting for you. She speaks with a smile on her face but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. The large troll behind her seems to back up her words.
I hate that sort of people.
Sunny turns around and nods to the pair. When it pleases you.
Sunny turns around and nods to the pair. When it pleases you.
I would be happy to stand by you. What was your name miss? You seem to have me at a disadvantage.
Cash smiles at her familarness as he slides up next to her.
Cash smiles at her familarness as he slides up next to her.
[ Spoiler ]
Sunny - The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 21:20
The woman nods and smiles pleasantly before turning back on her heel and heading for a long hallway that lines the back half of the club.
It takes you a moment to place the troll man walking with her. Tony Cash. He had a rep with KE for being a small time con artist and ladies' man. Haven't heard about him in awhile... looking him up and down, apparently business has been good.
The woman nods and smiles pleasantly before turning back on her heel and heading for a long hallway that lines the back half of the club.
It takes you a moment to place the troll man walking with her. Tony Cash. He had a rep with KE for being a small time con artist and ladies' man. Haven't heard about him in awhile... looking him up and down, apparently business has been good.
Cash- The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 21:20
Cash looks Sunny over quickly, appraising him. Finally his face breaks in to a grin.
Nice suit chummer. Cash, Tony Cash.
He offers his hand. He doesn't seem to be being sarcastic.
[ Spoiler ]
Cash looks Sunny over quickly, appraising him. Finally his face breaks in to a grin.
Nice suit chummer. Cash, Tony Cash.
He offers his hand. He doesn't seem to be being sarcastic.
Cash - The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 20:18
From the way the woman smiles at you, it's obvious that she'll definitely remember you after tonight.
Call me Stella. I... oh, just one moment Mr. Cash. Stella's attention is caught by an elven man walking by in a... is that salmon? colored suit. She hurries after him, catching him by the elbow as he calls to the bartender, a good looking red headed woman.
Stella speaks quietly to the man before leading him back over towards where you wait.
From the way the woman smiles at you, it's obvious that she'll definitely remember you after tonight.
Call me Stella. I... oh, just one moment Mr. Cash. Stella's attention is caught by an elven man walking by in a... is that salmon? colored suit. She hurries after him, catching him by the elbow as he calls to the bartender, a good looking red headed woman.
Stella speaks quietly to the man before leading him back over towards where you wait.
Sunny follows the woman. Tony Cash. Wonder what he's doing here, it's not his game I would guess. But times change, so do people.
While he's thinking, he needs a minute notice that the troll looks at him. Sunny smiles and takes the trolls hand with his cybered one.
Sunny. Classic Miami style, the suit, isn't it?
While he's thinking, he needs a minute notice that the troll looks at him. Sunny smiles and takes the trolls hand with his cybered one.
Sunny. Classic Miami style, the suit, isn't it?
In response to Stella:
Cash sends her his number from his commlink since they seem to be getting down to business.
372-457-8962
We'll have to chat later.
Cash sends her his number from his commlink since they seem to be getting down to business.
372-457-8962
We'll have to chat later.
Cash - The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 20:21
Not a lot of people can pull it off my man.
Shall we go do some biz?
Cash looks him over for any weaponry, such as a firearm under the jacket, also scanning his shoes, hair cut style, and the like to get a better idea of who and what this guy is.
Not a lot of people can pull it off my man.
Shall we go do some biz?
Cash looks him over for any weaponry, such as a firearm under the jacket, also scanning his shoes, hair cut style, and the like to get a better idea of who and what this guy is.
Doing some biz sounds so nasty. I would prefer: meet some guys and see what happens tonight.
Sunny grins dirty.
Sunny grins dirty.
Ha! And that sounds better?!
Cash chuckles and follow Stella.
Cash chuckles and follow Stella.
[ Spoiler ]
Cash: Looking over the man, he carries himself well with a certain posture you recognize from those with a military or similarly regimented background. His grooming is precise, and his steps measured. He doesn't seem to be carrying any type of weaponry.
Stella turns down another long hallway that intersects the one you're walking down, forming a T. Down this hallway are numerous doors... leading into private rooms most likely. She walks down to a door marked "Etta" and knocks twice.
The door opens a moment later. She smiles at the both of you and then heads back off the hall.
To Cash:
Stella turns down another long hallway that intersects the one you're walking down, forming a T. Down this hallway are numerous doors... leading into private rooms most likely. She walks down to a door marked "Etta" and knocks twice.
The door opens a moment later. She smiles at the both of you and then heads back off the hall.
To Cash:
[ Spoiler ]
Cash steps in to the room, looking around, unless Sunny weems to want to go first, in which case, he holds the door for him. No reason Cash would insist on being first in to an unknown situation.
Holy frak! Diego Riviera! Where the hell'd she meet him.... Not gonna be an easy "talk".... man where do these 'Knight in Shiny Armour' impulses come from, they just get me in the crapper
A slight whince flashes over his face at the mention of Diego Riviera quickly replaced by resolve.
I mean it Candy. Where'd you meet him? No forget that it's not important. You gonna stay here for a bit? I don't believe he'd be stupid enough to come here looking for trouble. Anyway, you get better and I'd better go hunting. I'll call you to keep you up to date, soka?
A slight whince flashes over his face at the mention of Diego Riviera quickly replaced by resolve.
I mean it Candy. Where'd you meet him? No forget that it's not important. You gonna stay here for a bit? I don't believe he'd be stupid enough to come here looking for trouble. Anyway, you get better and I'd better go hunting. I'll call you to keep you up to date, soka?
Sunny & Cash - The Ink & Paint Club - Wednesday May 15th, 20:21
Sunny follows Cash in the room.
Sunny follows Cash in the room.
Seeing Candy sitting there all battered gave him the impetous to head out into the hot Miami air, the humidity wrapping around him like a warm, wet blanket.
Right, get home, get on the 'trix and find the fragger's house, go have a look then.... crappit this is a big wig this time.... ah well big or small he's gonna learn to leave her alone
And hands in his pockets he head back to his apartment, and after jimmying the door shut again, he settles down on the couch and digs his comm out.
Okay baby let's get it on.... and in a flash his conciousness is projected on the matrix and his meat body slumps into the impression that countless hours of him slumped like this has permenently beaten into the old couch.
Right, get home, get on the 'trix and find the fragger's house, go have a look then.... crappit this is a big wig this time.... ah well big or small he's gonna learn to leave her alone
And hands in his pockets he head back to his apartment, and after jimmying the door shut again, he settles down on the couch and digs his comm out.
Okay baby let's get it on.... and in a flash his conciousness is projected on the matrix and his meat body slumps into the impression that countless hours of him slumped like this has permenently beaten into the old couch.
Literally surfing through the Miami grid, you're taken by surprise when a wave almost overtakes your board, causing you to stumble to your knees. The water coalesces into a silky blue female form with sea-foam white eyes. She smiles.
Heya Shell.. Long time, no talk to. Her name is Ariel, so named for a character in a Shakespearean play. She's been a "friend" in the 'Trix for a few years, ever since you helped her fend off a gang of Matrix vandals hellbent on corrupting her code. You don't know much about her, and she doesn't share personal information freely... still she's good for finding out what going on in the Miami 'Trix and for knowing who's handling it.
She slides up onto your board and sits with her legs crossed, her legs below the knee disappearing with a ripple back into the water.
Heard you were out of work again... she smiles playfully.
Heya Shell.. Long time, no talk to. Her name is Ariel, so named for a character in a Shakespearean play. She's been a "friend" in the 'Trix for a few years, ever since you helped her fend off a gang of Matrix vandals hellbent on corrupting her code. You don't know much about her, and she doesn't share personal information freely... still she's good for finding out what going on in the Miami 'Trix and for knowing who's handling it.
She slides up onto your board and sits with her legs crossed, her legs below the knee disappearing with a ripple back into the water.
Heard you were out of work again... she smiles playfully.
Ariel! Always a pleasure and the trollish surfer icon bows on his board to the water nymph You said it, seems like that all the time now.... Well at least it gives me the time to play, and try to get online, when not dodging the landlord. and he grins I gotta try to understand that awesome bit of code you hit me with last time. You sure it's in normal code? I can't make head or tail of it.
Ariel smiles wickedly... I bet you'd like to know what that was. I'll tell you what... you prove to me you have what it takes and I'll show you how it's done. In the meantime, I have a little present for you. Ariel reaches into the water and pulls out a glistening, multi-hued angelfish. She smiles as it flops in her hands, code scrolling across it's body like iridescent light. She hands the fish to you.
Taking it, you almost lose it as it wiggles in your icon's hands. The code is solidly written and intricate. From the looks of it, it's a simple data packet... but there's not much that's simple about it.
As you hold it, the fish opens it's mouth and a tiny pearl falls out. The pearl is the decoded message of the packet.
The Operation: Extraction (Unwilling)
Meet Location: The Ink & Paint Club, 21:30
Meet Contact: Mr. Lincoln
Operation Payment: Over 20K each.
Operation Details: Operation involves travel. Operation will have a three week timetable. Bonus will be provided for stealth and timeliness of operation completion.
Two remaning positions on team open. To RSVP: Return contact information to following LTG.
The LTG number is included in the decoded message.
When you look up, Ariel is gone and the waters are calm.
Taking it, you almost lose it as it wiggles in your icon's hands. The code is solidly written and intricate. From the looks of it, it's a simple data packet... but there's not much that's simple about it.
As you hold it, the fish opens it's mouth and a tiny pearl falls out. The pearl is the decoded message of the packet.
The Operation: Extraction (Unwilling)
Meet Location: The Ink & Paint Club, 21:30
Meet Contact: Mr. Lincoln
Operation Payment: Over 20K each.
Operation Details: Operation involves travel. Operation will have a three week timetable. Bonus will be provided for stealth and timeliness of operation completion.
Two remaning positions on team open. To RSVP: Return contact information to following LTG.
The LTG number is included in the decoded message.
When you look up, Ariel is gone and the waters are calm.
Miami 'Trix - Deep Ocean
Always disappearing when your distracted.... You've definately got style Ariel. Ink and Paint Club, eh? Better check what it's like there, right time.... hmm got a good few hours, but first things first....
Dipping his hand into the calm blue waters the surfer fishes about and then pulls out a clam. Carefully opening it he embeds his reply and when the encryption kicks in the shell shuts firmly. Bringing the clam to his face he whispers it's destination LTG code and then places it back in the water watching it jet away in fits and starts.
Message reads:
Then pulling a pair of swimming goggles out of his small hip bag and slipping them over his eyes he looks around searching.
Data Search for Ink & Paint Club info
Hmmm, right, swanky place, got a fair bit of time before the meet.... and there is that new chip I got.... yeah gotta check it....
And with a splash the surfer dives off his board into the water and disappears, and then his board pixelates out.
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Back in the meat body
A smile spreads over his face as his hand closes over the latest BTL to come his way, that and a job coming up. 20k, this'll be good, keep the hounds from the door. Right lets see what this baby can do. And with a quick mental twist he winds the commlink's status into his special mode and slots the chip, and instantly the drag apartment, the smell of the street, everything is washed away in the hot sim sense feed flowing into his brain.
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2 hours later
The end of his flight of fantasy is abrupt and almost painful as the override he build into the 'link, in a more sensible moment, kicks in at the 2 hour limit. Sweating at the abrupt shock of the disconnection all he really wants is to get back into the feed, but he knows the 'link won't allow that for another 4 hours.
Frak it! Why'd I build that limiter in? It just ruins the flight! and grumbling under his breath but yet again not removing the limiter he heads for the shower to get ready for the meet.
The water washes away the last dregs of the paradise he had so recently been in, and the fact that the water wasn't even slightly warm reminded him off how crappy the real world was, but there were things to be done and he needed to get moving.
Toweling off and getting his kit together he pulls on one of his two remaining good suits Damn Johnsons, always want to meet in swanky places, just want to rub in that they live in comfort while we live in the crapper. Carefully strapping on his concealed shoulder holster and fitting the Predator in it, he checks the clip, and sure enough it still holds the slightly green coloured rounds. Only the Pred today, they'll object to heavier.... on the plus side it means the same for all the other fraggers. Then he flips the suit jacket on and pull on the slightly faded black leather duster trenchcoat. It'll be hot as hell, but the extra armour is a life saver like the last couple of times crap started at a meet.
Heading out and checking sure the door's firmly shut Shell starts on the way to the Ink & Paint Club. Ordering a taxi over the 'trix once he gets to a neighbourhood that they'll actually come to.
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Ink & Paint Club - 21:01
Stepping out of the taxi, the troll heads towards the bouncers. When he arrives his gravely voice speaks up again. I'm here to meet a friend, a Mr. Lincoln. I'm a little early, but do you know if he's here yet?
Always disappearing when your distracted.... You've definately got style Ariel. Ink and Paint Club, eh? Better check what it's like there, right time.... hmm got a good few hours, but first things first....
Dipping his hand into the calm blue waters the surfer fishes about and then pulls out a clam. Carefully opening it he embeds his reply and when the encryption kicks in the shell shuts firmly. Bringing the clam to his face he whispers it's destination LTG code and then places it back in the water watching it jet away in fits and starts.
Message reads:
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Then pulling a pair of swimming goggles out of his small hip bag and slipping them over his eyes he looks around searching.
Data Search for Ink & Paint Club info
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Hmmm, right, swanky place, got a fair bit of time before the meet.... and there is that new chip I got.... yeah gotta check it....
And with a splash the surfer dives off his board into the water and disappears, and then his board pixelates out.
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Back in the meat body
A smile spreads over his face as his hand closes over the latest BTL to come his way, that and a job coming up. 20k, this'll be good, keep the hounds from the door. Right lets see what this baby can do. And with a quick mental twist he winds the commlink's status into his special mode and slots the chip, and instantly the drag apartment, the smell of the street, everything is washed away in the hot sim sense feed flowing into his brain.
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2 hours later
The end of his flight of fantasy is abrupt and almost painful as the override he build into the 'link, in a more sensible moment, kicks in at the 2 hour limit. Sweating at the abrupt shock of the disconnection all he really wants is to get back into the feed, but he knows the 'link won't allow that for another 4 hours.
Frak it! Why'd I build that limiter in? It just ruins the flight! and grumbling under his breath but yet again not removing the limiter he heads for the shower to get ready for the meet.
The water washes away the last dregs of the paradise he had so recently been in, and the fact that the water wasn't even slightly warm reminded him off how crappy the real world was, but there were things to be done and he needed to get moving.
Toweling off and getting his kit together he pulls on one of his two remaining good suits Damn Johnsons, always want to meet in swanky places, just want to rub in that they live in comfort while we live in the crapper. Carefully strapping on his concealed shoulder holster and fitting the Predator in it, he checks the clip, and sure enough it still holds the slightly green coloured rounds. Only the Pred today, they'll object to heavier.... on the plus side it means the same for all the other fraggers. Then he flips the suit jacket on and pull on the slightly faded black leather duster trenchcoat. It'll be hot as hell, but the extra armour is a life saver like the last couple of times crap started at a meet.
Heading out and checking sure the door's firmly shut Shell starts on the way to the Ink & Paint Club. Ordering a taxi over the 'trix once he gets to a neighbourhood that they'll actually come to.
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Ink & Paint Club - 21:01
Stepping out of the taxi, the troll heads towards the bouncers. When he arrives his gravely voice speaks up again. I'm here to meet a friend, a Mr. Lincoln. I'm a little early, but do you know if he's here yet?
Charlie, Wednesday May 15th 2070: 1700hrs, Bus Station
Two hours!! Two fragging hours!! How on earth can they really be taking... scanning the KE officers something catches your eye. A handoff. A KE officer has his back to you and is leaning over one of the seats, interoggating a middle aged woman and man. He taps his baton against the windowpane impatiently as they both scramble through their commlinks and bags. Then, just out of the corner of your eye, you see the man slip a nice roll of green... has to be UCAS dollars... into the KE officers pants pocket. The baton stops tapping, and the KE officer just nods and heads to the next man in line. The couple look profoundly grateful, although there's another familiar emotion on the woman's face: anger.
You're shaken out of your observation by a sudden smack on the window by your head. An elven man in a KE uniform is standing beside you. He smiles underneath a thick blonde mustache.
Good afternoon, citizen. Identification, please? He's holding a commlink of his own, casting glances down at it while he speaks.
OOC: Are you carrying any type of weaponry? Real SIN or fake?
Two hours!! Two fragging hours!! How on earth can they really be taking... scanning the KE officers something catches your eye. A handoff. A KE officer has his back to you and is leaning over one of the seats, interoggating a middle aged woman and man. He taps his baton against the windowpane impatiently as they both scramble through their commlinks and bags. Then, just out of the corner of your eye, you see the man slip a nice roll of green... has to be UCAS dollars... into the KE officers pants pocket. The baton stops tapping, and the KE officer just nods and heads to the next man in line. The couple look profoundly grateful, although there's another familiar emotion on the woman's face: anger.
You're shaken out of your observation by a sudden smack on the window by your head. An elven man in a KE uniform is standing beside you. He smiles underneath a thick blonde mustache.
Good afternoon, citizen. Identification, please? He's holding a commlink of his own, casting glances down at it while he speaks.
OOC: Are you carrying any type of weaponry? Real SIN or fake?
Shell - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 2101 - The Ink & Paint Club
Walking up to the club is a lesson in keeping it cool. The orks standing guard at the doors eye you up and down with a look of disdain. It's obvious they think you don't belong here, but either they have orders to look the other way or the 200
you slip them is enough to buy their silence.
Stepping inside, a beautiful blonde in a black dress (that can really only be called a "dress" and not a handkerchief by the broadest sense of the word.) slides up to your side. She smiles as you speak and then takes your arm, leading your through the club to a suite of private rooms in the back.
Of course, sir. Mr. Lincoln is expecting you. I'm sure he'll be happy to know you're early. Can I get you something to drink while we wait for the rest of your party to arrive?
Her hand on your yours is soft and warm, and the look in her eyes is genuinely affectionate. It's hard not to respond to such a friendly reception.
Walking up to the club is a lesson in keeping it cool. The orks standing guard at the doors eye you up and down with a look of disdain. It's obvious they think you don't belong here, but either they have orders to look the other way or the 200
you slip them is enough to buy their silence. Stepping inside, a beautiful blonde in a black dress (that can really only be called a "dress" and not a handkerchief by the broadest sense of the word.) slides up to your side. She smiles as you speak and then takes your arm, leading your through the club to a suite of private rooms in the back.
Of course, sir. Mr. Lincoln is expecting you. I'm sure he'll be happy to know you're early. Can I get you something to drink while we wait for the rest of your party to arrive?
Her hand on your yours is soft and warm, and the look in her eyes is genuinely affectionate. It's hard not to respond to such a friendly reception.
Charlie, Wednesday May 15th 2070: 1700hrs, Bus Station
Charlie smiles his best bored wageslave smile at the KE. "My name is Charles Whitmore, I believe everything is in order" Charlie comms the officer his ID and waits for the inevitable shake down.
OOC: Charlie is carrying his brass knucks, stun and combat batons, First Aid kit, and his chip case with all his softs in his briefcase, and his commlink has Exploit, Stealth, Decrypt , Anlyze, Sniffer, Browse, and Trace loaded but not running, and he forgot to load his fake SIN. (this could get interesting)
Prerolling Con test to convince KE boy Charlie's on his way to a job interview
1d6=3, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=3, 1d6=5, 1d6=3, 1d6=4, 1d6=3One lousy success, be gentle Plan B.
Charlie smiles his best bored wageslave smile at the KE. "My name is Charles Whitmore, I believe everything is in order" Charlie comms the officer his ID and waits for the inevitable shake down.
OOC: Charlie is carrying his brass knucks, stun and combat batons, First Aid kit, and his chip case with all his softs in his briefcase, and his commlink has Exploit, Stealth, Decrypt , Anlyze, Sniffer, Browse, and Trace loaded but not running, and he forgot to load his fake SIN. (this could get interesting)
Prerolling Con test to convince KE boy Charlie's on his way to a job interview
1d6=3, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=3, 1d6=5, 1d6=3, 1d6=4, 1d6=3One lousy success, be gentle Plan B.
Fragging rich pukes.... 200 :nuyen: just to get inside. And it's not like there's even any titties hanging out here.
Feeling the beautiful woman take his arm and lead him through to a back room, Shell starts to wonder what his getting into.
She's certainly a pretty breeder, she'd do well at Twiggy's.... Drink? Hell yeah, wait in this place? There's no way I can afford 50 :nuyen: a drink.
I'm fine thank you
Feeling the beautiful woman take his arm and lead him through to a back room, Shell starts to wonder what his getting into.
She's certainly a pretty breeder, she'd do well at Twiggy's.... Drink? Hell yeah, wait in this place? There's no way I can afford 50 :nuyen: a drink.
I'm fine thank you
Neit, Wednesday May 15, 6:05, Diamond Lil's
Neit looks up at Felix with a wry chuckle.
Maybe I'll just make you pay for your own steak. Just how much are we talking for the information.
Neit looks up at Felix with a wry chuckle.
Maybe I'll just make you pay for your own steak. Just how much are we talking for the information.
Charlie, Wednesday May 15th 2070: 1700hrs, Bus Station
The KE officer looks thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to place a name.
Whitmore... Whitmore... where have I heard that name before? Oh... right... The officer smiles wickedly... Well, we'll have you up and out of here in no time, Mr. Whitmore. All we need to do is run a quick MAD scan and make sure your ID checks out and we'll have you on your way. The officer makes a huge production out of drawing out his MAD scanner and running it up and down.
Hmmm... stun baton? Combat baton? I'm going to need to see your permit for those... and what's this? The officer reaches into your pocket and pulls out the chip case and opens it. I'm sure these are all perfectly legal and above board, Mr. Whitmore? The officer smiles the same officious grin and hands the case to his partner. Check those out for me, would ya Wally? Thanks. Want to make sure that our Mr. Whitmore here is fully within the realms of the law, now don't we? Wally laughs and begins to thumb through the cases, now and then chuckling to himself.
The officer searching you takes another long look at his commlink and then clucks his tongue.
Looks like you got a whole list of priors here, Mr. Whitmore. Certainly now what I would expect to see out of a fine, upstanding citizen such as yourself... could be we're going to need to bring you in... unless you can think of a good reason why I shouldn't... can you, Mr. Whitmore?
The KE officer looks thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to place a name.
Whitmore... Whitmore... where have I heard that name before? Oh... right... The officer smiles wickedly... Well, we'll have you up and out of here in no time, Mr. Whitmore. All we need to do is run a quick MAD scan and make sure your ID checks out and we'll have you on your way. The officer makes a huge production out of drawing out his MAD scanner and running it up and down.
Hmmm... stun baton? Combat baton? I'm going to need to see your permit for those... and what's this? The officer reaches into your pocket and pulls out the chip case and opens it. I'm sure these are all perfectly legal and above board, Mr. Whitmore? The officer smiles the same officious grin and hands the case to his partner. Check those out for me, would ya Wally? Thanks. Want to make sure that our Mr. Whitmore here is fully within the realms of the law, now don't we? Wally laughs and begins to thumb through the cases, now and then chuckling to himself.
The officer searching you takes another long look at his commlink and then clucks his tongue.
Looks like you got a whole list of priors here, Mr. Whitmore. Certainly now what I would expect to see out of a fine, upstanding citizen such as yourself... could be we're going to need to bring you in... unless you can think of a good reason why I shouldn't... can you, Mr. Whitmore?
Shell - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 2101 - The Ink & Paint Club
The blonde woman nods. She stops in front of a black door painted in gold foil leaf. The door says simply "Etta".
Right in here, sir. Mr. Lincoln will be with you momentarily.
Stepping inside, the room is done in shades of gold and a matte black. A long bar runs along one wall, stocked with several choice liquors. The rest of the room is taken up by a large oblong table made of real wood, and several black leather chairs.
Sitting in one of the leather chairs is an impeccably dressed male elf. His suit is well tailored and not one hair seems out of place on his handsome head. He's drinking an amber colored liquid, setting it down when you enter. He carefully places the drink on a coaster and rises, smoothing his suit with one hand while offering you the other.
The blonde woman nods. She stops in front of a black door painted in gold foil leaf. The door says simply "Etta".
Right in here, sir. Mr. Lincoln will be with you momentarily.
Stepping inside, the room is done in shades of gold and a matte black. A long bar runs along one wall, stocked with several choice liquors. The rest of the room is taken up by a large oblong table made of real wood, and several black leather chairs.
Sitting in one of the leather chairs is an impeccably dressed male elf. His suit is well tailored and not one hair seems out of place on his handsome head. He's drinking an amber colored liquid, setting it down when you enter. He carefully places the drink on a coaster and rises, smoothing his suit with one hand while offering you the other.
Crow - Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 2101 - The Ink & Paint Club
Sitting in the private room of the Ink & Paint Club, you find yourself wondering exactly what it is that Alfred is up to this time. He seemed ... almost giddy when he contacted you earlier, telling you that he had a job that he needed you for. A job that he needed to make sure was done "the right way". He left it at that, preferring for the time being to play the mysterious employer. Alfred did love his little games.
Sighing, you check your watch for the third time. Almost time. You've been here for the last ten minutes, instructed specifically by Alfred to be waiting when the others arrived. He wanted your opinion, to know what you thought of the team he had assembled. Either way, he promised a large payout... and that was really all you needed to hear. Foci didn't buy themselves after all.
You've just taken a sip of your cognac when the door clicks open. A wary looking man in a dark long coat steps in. He seems like the kind of man that's seen too few good days and maybe too many good drinks.
Smiling, you rise to meet him as your eyes scan over his clothing and body, checking for weapons or any other hidden surprises.
Sitting in the private room of the Ink & Paint Club, you find yourself wondering exactly what it is that Alfred is up to this time. He seemed ... almost giddy when he contacted you earlier, telling you that he had a job that he needed you for. A job that he needed to make sure was done "the right way". He left it at that, preferring for the time being to play the mysterious employer. Alfred did love his little games.
Sighing, you check your watch for the third time. Almost time. You've been here for the last ten minutes, instructed specifically by Alfred to be waiting when the others arrived. He wanted your opinion, to know what you thought of the team he had assembled. Either way, he promised a large payout... and that was really all you needed to hear. Foci didn't buy themselves after all.
You've just taken a sip of your cognac when the door clicks open. A wary looking man in a dark long coat steps in. He seems like the kind of man that's seen too few good days and maybe too many good drinks.
Smiling, you rise to meet him as your eyes scan over his clothing and body, checking for weapons or any other hidden surprises.
Here we go....
Stepping into the room and quietly thanking his escort, Shell extends his right hand to carefully shake the elf's hand.
Firm.... but not too firm, remember he's not another troll, and the bio just magnifies the difference.
A pleasure to meet you, Shell's my name. I imagine that we'll be working together on this enterprise. his voice rumbles out of his trollish body like gravel pouring down a stone slope, and sounds similiar to that as well.
I hate first meets, minding your manners, speaking in crappy half truths and carefully hidden meanings.... enough to make a pointy's head spin.
Stepping into the room and quietly thanking his escort, Shell extends his right hand to carefully shake the elf's hand.
Firm.... but not too firm, remember he's not another troll, and the bio just magnifies the difference.
A pleasure to meet you, Shell's my name. I imagine that we'll be working together on this enterprise. his voice rumbles out of his trollish body like gravel pouring down a stone slope, and sounds similiar to that as well.
I hate first meets, minding your manners, speaking in crappy half truths and carefully hidden meanings.... enough to make a pointy's head spin.
Charlie, Wednesday May 15th 2070: 1700hrs, Bus Station
Charlie's anger seethes inside him Priors, what priors I haven't had a prior in my life, well I have, but Charles Whitmore hasn't he thinks heatedly. But the anger doesn't reach his face or voice. He smiles at the cop. Well, officer, I suppose I may have been a bit lax with my licencing fees. Could you tell me what the appropriate fines might be? Take the bait like a good mother fragging corrupt cop He smiles innocently at the Knight. After the cop takes his bribe and turns to leave, Charlie whispers at the edge of hearing. Say good night, Gracie The sub vocal mic on his comm picks up the phrase and interperates it. A small AR window opens in his lower left line of vision. Emergency override code accepted please confirm blinking twice with a one second delay between, Charlie activates the routine he put into his eye and ear cams. He grabs a nice full face image of the blond elf, along with the nameplate on the officers badge. He smiles as the officer and his partner leave the bus. Alice he whispers, disengaging the routine. Well Mr. Knight, I'll see you around. But you won't see me. Drek, now I need to check my SIN he thinks as the bus begins to move.
OOC: Can I get a name on Blondie Knight? He's going down
Charlie's anger seethes inside him Priors, what priors I haven't had a prior in my life, well I have, but Charles Whitmore hasn't he thinks heatedly. But the anger doesn't reach his face or voice. He smiles at the cop. Well, officer, I suppose I may have been a bit lax with my licencing fees. Could you tell me what the appropriate fines might be? Take the bait like a good mother fragging corrupt cop He smiles innocently at the Knight. After the cop takes his bribe and turns to leave, Charlie whispers at the edge of hearing. Say good night, Gracie The sub vocal mic on his comm picks up the phrase and interperates it. A small AR window opens in his lower left line of vision. Emergency override code accepted please confirm blinking twice with a one second delay between, Charlie activates the routine he put into his eye and ear cams. He grabs a nice full face image of the blond elf, along with the nameplate on the officers badge. He smiles as the officer and his partner leave the bus. Alice he whispers, disengaging the routine. Well Mr. Knight, I'll see you around. But you won't see me. Drek, now I need to check my SIN he thinks as the bus begins to move.
OOC: Can I get a name on Blondie Knight? He's going down
The officer looks you up and down with a smirk. Stun baton... that'll run you about $100 UCAS. The combat baton, another $50. Now, I could see my way to making sure this little "situation" doesn't make it onto your record if you were say...to donate another $200 to our little policeman's dinner we're having next week. We do like our pasta. The blonde cop and Wally chuckle together and then look at you expectantly.
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350 nuyen! There goes the last of my buffer! Charlie's anger rises again. Careful not to let the rage show, he wires the Knight his fines and "donation" I appreciate this officer, have a pleasent dinner on me. Say hey to the dole line for me Knight boy, now get out of my face he thinks.
OOC: Oh yes vengance will be mine, what about that name? Do I need to roll for my implants?
OOC: Oh yes vengance will be mine, what about that name? Do I need to roll for my implants?
Wednesday May 15th, 2070: 2101 - The Ink & Paint Club
Crow smiles as he rises, all the while thinking, Oh my god Alfred what have you done... I sure as hell hope appearances are deceiving..
Accepting the man's hand Sean replies, "For some reason they call me Crow.". He looks the man over as he slips back into his seat, raising the glass for another sip. Just a little, no need to become impaired. "And yes, it is my understanding that there is a chance we will be similarly employed this evening."
He holds the glass in front of him a moment looking at the amber liquid before setting the glass down. "The real question is will the events set in motion tonight be to the future like a blade of grass swaying in the wind or more like a pebble on a calm lake?" Crow looks across at the newcomer, a sparkle in his eyes but a measure of seriousness mixed in for good measure.
OCC: Crow assenses Shell
Starting Money Roll:
Crow smiles as he rises, all the while thinking, Oh my god Alfred what have you done... I sure as hell hope appearances are deceiving..
Accepting the man's hand Sean replies, "For some reason they call me Crow.". He looks the man over as he slips back into his seat, raising the glass for another sip. Just a little, no need to become impaired. "And yes, it is my understanding that there is a chance we will be similarly employed this evening."
He holds the glass in front of him a moment looking at the amber liquid before setting the glass down. "The real question is will the events set in motion tonight be to the future like a blade of grass swaying in the wind or more like a pebble on a calm lake?" Crow looks across at the newcomer, a sparkle in his eyes but a measure of seriousness mixed in for good measure.
OCC: Crow assenses Shell
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Starting Money Roll:
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