Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:19; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex, Jake & Carter
Several minutes down the road, as Carter makes his way towards the road side motel, the team gets another call from Whisper.
<<@Team [Whisper] So I'm like still maintaining my clairvoyance spell and who do I see sneaking around the motel but that dude Greer... Isn't he supposed to be working with us?>>
Jake has fallen a little behind the team. Using his deployed roto-drone, he is fairly confident that they are not being followed.
Grayson
The night has been long and the list of contacts and informants that you have had to work through has been tiring. You find yourself at the Super 8 Motel just outside of the Fort Lewis sector. This is the third location you been told Spencer is at, though the last informant was a cabbie who claimed to have dropped Spencer here earlier today. For the umptienth time you look down at the pieces of your comlink. The first set of locals hadn't been very forth coming with information, you were lucky to get out of that mess unharmed.... well mostly.. You are pretty sure the comlink can be fixed pretty readily, but for now it has left you out of touch with the team for over three hours.
Full Version: IC: Down in the Puyallups with Team #1
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:19; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson - OFFLINE)
Grayson adjusts his mask, the edges are cutting into his cheek. He squints and looks up and around, feeling out of sorts without his comm and the barrage of data it fed him nearly every waking moment of the day. He also wonders when the team might begin to worry about him. Marian wouldn't worry until late afternoon. He walks down the street, hunched under the dirty green military surplus jacket and eyes the blinking Motel 8 sign amidst the others and wonders how people at the turn of the century lived without AR. Hell, how people a decade ago lived without it. I wonder if Jake could fix this. He tries to access the networks around and gives up again. It wouldn't do to expose his comm to opportunistic matrix traffic, the IC should have gone into defense mode, but there were some pretty malicious things out there.
He pauses at the curb cut into parking lot, making a mental note of the vehicles there - since he can only make mental notes - and walks to the grimy, acid etched plexi door of the motel. Inside he knocks on the enclosure around the reception desk, "Hoi, got any comms? Mine's on the fritz." He looks around the dingy lobby looking for any sign that might put him on to Spencer. Third time's the charm, right?
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson - OFFLINE)
Grayson adjusts his mask, the edges are cutting into his cheek. He squints and looks up and around, feeling out of sorts without his comm and the barrage of data it fed him nearly every waking moment of the day. He also wonders when the team might begin to worry about him. Marian wouldn't worry until late afternoon. He walks down the street, hunched under the dirty green military surplus jacket and eyes the blinking Motel 8 sign amidst the others and wonders how people at the turn of the century lived without AR. Hell, how people a decade ago lived without it. I wonder if Jake could fix this. He tries to access the networks around and gives up again. It wouldn't do to expose his comm to opportunistic matrix traffic, the IC should have gone into defense mode, but there were some pretty malicious things out there.
He pauses at the curb cut into parking lot, making a mental note of the vehicles there - since he can only make mental notes - and walks to the grimy, acid etched plexi door of the motel. Inside he knocks on the enclosure around the reception desk, "Hoi, got any comms? Mine's on the fritz." He looks around the dingy lobby looking for any sign that might put him on to Spencer. Third time's the charm, right?
The old man behind the bullet proof enclosure looks back at Greer, "What? Does this look like a charity?" As Greer stares back at the compassionless old man, the ork disguise com chirps... It appears that service has been restored.
<<@Jack Thompson [--!--] The deer is in the field, hunting season opens in two weeks. The hunters are meeting where the gate is broken.>>
<<@Jack Thompson [--!--] The deer is in the field, hunting season opens in two weeks. The hunters are meeting where the gate is broken.>>
What the...? Later. He clears the message and brings up Spencer's image. "Eh... nevermind," he mutters. Digging in an inside pocket he produces a credstick, loads it with 
50. Man, a nibble here, a nibble there. Eating into my profits. Gotta spend money to make money, though, right? Greer's balance is down to 60. He slaps the vidscreen and the credstick against the enclosure and waggles it.
"You seen this mug? Maybe tonight?"
50. Man, a nibble here, a nibble there. Eating into my profits. Gotta spend money to make money, though, right? Greer's balance is down to 60. He slaps the vidscreen and the credstick against the enclosure and waggles it. "You seen this mug? Maybe tonight?"
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:19; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
<<@Whisper [Jake]: I think so. He was never one to switch sides so easily. We'll just have to wait and see. I'll try to get him online.>>
Certain that he is not followed, and greatly relieved, Jake adds some speed as he tries to contact Grayson.
<<@Whisper [Jake]: I think so. He was never one to switch sides so easily. We'll just have to wait and see. I'll try to get him online.>>
Certain that he is not followed, and greatly relieved, Jake adds some speed as he tries to contact Grayson.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:20; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex and Carter continue towards the motel in their newly acquired sedan. Rex finds a pint of cheap vodka in the back floorboard.
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Grayson plops down the credstick and print out. The old man looks at the credstick balance, then back to Greer. He ignores the picture, but instead slides over a handset; A 30 year old comlink. "Hmmph. That'll get you a few phone calls."
Rex and Carter continue towards the motel in their newly acquired sedan. Rex finds a pint of cheap vodka in the back floorboard.
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Grayson plops down the credstick and print out. The old man looks at the credstick balance, then back to Greer. He ignores the picture, but instead slides over a handset; A 30 year old comlink. "Hmmph. That'll get you a few phone calls."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:20; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
If this job pays off well, Carter thinks, I may be able to get the records on this thing cleaned up. It'll certainly run better than salvage off the bottom of the Sound.
The first problem of course, is getting paid.
<<@Greer [Carter] Hey buddy, now would be a bad time to play the other side of the fence. Are you with us?>>
He waits several seconds for a response as they drive to the motel. Greer had never been the type to play double agent, but then again, most people probably thought that about Carter.
Parking parallel to the motel about a half block down, the former agent gets out of the car. He checks his commlink again--still no reply from Greer.
"Rex let's move. We have a payday inside with his mistress and an agent who needs help either finding a commlink or an early grave. I hope it's the former."
Pistol under his coat, Carter jogs across the street and heads for the motel lobby.
<<@Whisper [Carter] I don't suppose you have a room number.>>
If this job pays off well, Carter thinks, I may be able to get the records on this thing cleaned up. It'll certainly run better than salvage off the bottom of the Sound.
The first problem of course, is getting paid.
<<@Greer [Carter] Hey buddy, now would be a bad time to play the other side of the fence. Are you with us?>>
He waits several seconds for a response as they drive to the motel. Greer had never been the type to play double agent, but then again, most people probably thought that about Carter.
Parking parallel to the motel about a half block down, the former agent gets out of the car. He checks his commlink again--still no reply from Greer.
"Rex let's move. We have a payday inside with his mistress and an agent who needs help either finding a commlink or an early grave. I hope it's the former."
Pistol under his coat, Carter jogs across the street and heads for the motel lobby.
<<@Whisper [Carter] I don't suppose you have a room number.>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:20; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Rex takes a sip of the liquor. Then another.
Mmmm...nice. Tingles mouth a bit...
He checks his weapons and ammo and then follows after Carter looking around as he goes, trying to familiarize himself with the terriotory.
Rex takes a sip of the liquor. Then another.
Mmmm...nice. Tingles mouth a bit...
He checks his weapons and ammo and then follows after Carter looking around as he goes, trying to familiarize himself with the terriotory.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:20; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson's brain spins up behind narrowed eyes as he regards the enclosure and the old man from under a dingy orange knit cap. Trying to work out his angle. There were a dozen ways to approach this. A half-dozen that were good. And maybe one or two that wouldn't cost any more money. It's all about the angle.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson's brain spins up behind narrowed eyes as he regards the enclosure and the old man from under a dingy orange knit cap. Trying to work out his angle. There were a dozen ways to approach this. A half-dozen that were good. And maybe one or two that wouldn't cost any more money. It's all about the angle.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:20; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
A little shift in the old man's posture and dart of his eye's leaves Grayson with the impression that the old man recognized the hard copy picture of Spencer. The two most plausible justifications are that he's either holding out for enough money to make it worth his while or has some measure of loyalty to Spencer - perhaps also defined financially.
A little shift in the old man's posture and dart of his eye's leaves Grayson with the impression that the old man recognized the hard copy picture of Spencer. The two most plausible justifications are that he's either holding out for enough money to make it worth his while or has some measure of loyalty to Spencer - perhaps also defined financially.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:21; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson skips ahead a few conversational points, "Listen, I'm not here to jam him up." He waggles the credstick again and raises his eyesbrows hopefully. If the old guy doesn't bite - and Grayson expects he won't, but, hey, can't blame a guy for trying - he increments the amount by 5. In a second or two another 5. He watches the receptionist carefully, watching for cues that he's getting close to a satisfactory amount. If that amount looks to be blowing past 100, Grayson will reassess and bring other tactics to bear.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson skips ahead a few conversational points, "Listen, I'm not here to jam him up." He waggles the credstick again and raises his eyesbrows hopefully. If the old guy doesn't bite - and Grayson expects he won't, but, hey, can't blame a guy for trying - he increments the amount by
5. In a second or two another 5. He watches the receptionist carefully, watching for cues that he's getting close to a satisfactory amount. If that amount looks to be blowing past 100, Grayson will reassess and bring other tactics to bear.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:21; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
As Greer begins slowing the incremental increase in the bribe, the old man says, "Room 104" as the amount hits 95
Carter and Rex continue towards the motel, as does Jake.
As Greer begins slowing the incremental increase in the bribe, the old man says, "Room 104" as the amount hits 95
Carter and Rex continue towards the motel, as does Jake.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:21; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Paydirt. Grayson nods and drops the credstick into the metal tray. He brings the message about deer and hunting and whateverthefuck back up on a visual screen. He shakes his head and turns to... where was 104 anyway? He looks with inquiry at the guy behind the counter, scratching at the stubble on his cheek.
In the meantime he queues up a message to the team and lightly "encrypts" the message with a format that Carter used a time before.
<<@Carter [Viagranox] Guaranteed improvement in s.e.x.u.a.l performance!!! Available right off the 7 at these fine establishments: Red Roof, Motel 8, EconoTube, Four Seasons Seattle... and many more [[LTG]]. 104% effective, guaranteed!!!!!!!>>
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Paydirt. Grayson nods and drops the credstick into the metal tray. He brings the message about deer and hunting and whateverthefuck back up on a visual screen. He shakes his head and turns to... where was 104 anyway? He looks with inquiry at the guy behind the counter, scratching at the stubble on his cheek.
In the meantime he queues up a message to the team and lightly "encrypts" the message with a format that Carter used a time before.
<<@Carter [Viagranox] Guaranteed improvement in s.e.x.u.a.l performance!!! Available right off the 7 at these fine establishments: Red Roof, Motel 8, EconoTube, Four Seasons Seattle... and many more [[LTG]]. 104% effective, guaranteed!!!!!!!>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:22; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Still minutes out from the motel, Carter receives a strange spam. Strange #1 in that it clears his filter. Strange #2 in that it contains his destination....
Still minutes out from the motel, Carter receives a strange spam. Strange #1 in that it clears his filter. Strange #2 in that it contains his destination....
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:22; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Tricky, Greer...
The encryption was a method that Carter had taught to Greer about a year ago. It was a method to transmit and receive information across open comms when he was in deep cover. This one was a little heavy handed, but it had to be, they hadn't worked out a series of code words in advance.
<<@Whisper [Carter] Disregard, our man inside just gave up the ghost.>>
<<@Team [Carter] Head around back. Meet at 104, don't let him see you.>>
<<@Viagranox [Carter] /Unsubscribe>>
Taking quick note of the LTG that had sent the message, Carter notes that it is not Greer's normal number. He keeps moving closer to the motel, looking for numbers near each door.
Tricky, Greer...
The encryption was a method that Carter had taught to Greer about a year ago. It was a method to transmit and receive information across open comms when he was in deep cover. This one was a little heavy handed, but it had to be, they hadn't worked out a series of code words in advance.
<<@Whisper [Carter] Disregard, our man inside just gave up the ghost.>>
<<@Team [Carter] Head around back. Meet at 104, don't let him see you.>>
<<@Viagranox [Carter] /Unsubscribe>>
Taking quick note of the LTG that had sent the message, Carter notes that it is not Greer's normal number. He keeps moving closer to the motel, looking for numbers near each door.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:26; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Jake, Carter & Rex
Several minutes later brings the remaining members of the team nearly together in the parking lot of the Dominuck's Pizza delivery station. Currently closed and too cheap for parking lot lighting, this perfect spot places them half a block down the street from the Motel 8.
Greer
The roadside motel looks like many have for over a century. Three long, two story buildings, each with a roof that overhangs the walkway in the front to provide shelter to weary travelers, wrap around a fair sized parking lot. The buildings are painted in a faded, flat red color and the roofs are shingled. Stairs at either end of every building provide access to the second story and the office/manager's suite stands out architecturally at the near end of the building to the right. Room #104 is four doors down from that, nearly in the middle of building.
Greer is waiting in the shadows at the far end of building #1 near the stairs, with a good view of door #104. He stands and waits for his back up.
Jake, Carter & Rex
Several minutes later brings the remaining members of the team nearly together in the parking lot of the Dominuck's Pizza delivery station. Currently closed and too cheap for parking lot lighting, this perfect spot places them half a block down the street from the Motel 8.
Greer
The roadside motel looks like many have for over a century. Three long, two story buildings, each with a roof that overhangs the walkway in the front to provide shelter to weary travelers, wrap around a fair sized parking lot. The buildings are painted in a faded, flat red color and the roofs are shingled. Stairs at either end of every building provide access to the second story and the office/manager's suite stands out architecturally at the near end of the building to the right. Room #104 is four doors down from that, nearly in the middle of building.
Greer is waiting in the shadows at the far end of building #1 near the stairs, with a good view of door #104. He stands and waits for his back up.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:26; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Jake will stay in the can, ready do deploy the drones if there is need for them and also pay attention to anyone suspicious approaching the hotel. Rex will follow Carter, as quietly as possible.
Jake will stay in the can, ready do deploy the drones if there is need for them and also pay attention to anyone suspicious approaching the hotel. Rex will follow Carter, as quietly as possible.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:26; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Carter walks across the street to the motel with Rex following closely. As he approaches the rundown building, the agent scans each door looking for room numbers. At room 104, Carter listens near the door.
He steps to the side of the door and knocks.
Carter walks across the street to the motel with Rex following closely. As he approaches the rundown building, the agent scans each door looking for room numbers. At room 104, Carter listens near the door.
He steps to the side of the door and knocks.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:26; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Carter and Rex reach the door, flanking it on either side as Carter knocks. Jake sits in his van, near the newly liberated sedan the duo drove over. Greer meanwhile remains situated in the shadows, watching the duo prepare to enter.
Carter had heard subdued speaking inside before knocking on the door. Afterwards, silence.
Carter and Rex reach the door, flanking it on either side as Carter knocks. Jake sits in his van, near the newly liberated sedan the duo drove over. Greer meanwhile remains situated in the shadows, watching the duo prepare to enter.
Carter had heard subdued speaking inside before knocking on the door. Afterwards, silence.
Rex waits for Carters cue, ready to break in if needed.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:26; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"Явана, ваши охотники мертво" then switching to English "Open the door Spencer. We need to talk."
Kilroy wanted information, which means that Carter needed to find a different tact than he had been using with the Russians. It's possible that killing them would make Yavana more likely to convince the elf to open up. Or she might be afraid of anyone willing to kill a vory thug without a thought.
"Явана, ваши охотники мертво" then switching to English "Open the door Spencer. We need to talk."
Kilroy wanted information, which means that Carter needed to find a different tact than he had been using with the Russians. It's possible that killing them would make Yavana more likely to convince the elf to open up. Or she might be afraid of anyone willing to kill a vory thug without a thought.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:26; 45th Ave E, Loveland, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson is astonished to see the team roll up in a matter of minutes. Must have been on their way already... so much for my lead. He grins mentally. On Greer it looks like a sneer. His borrowed comm is too vulnerable to risk a call and he doesn't want to startle the team as they make contact. He decides not to make himself known just yet, they don't seem aware of him, and from where he stands he can watch the proceedings.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson is astonished to see the team roll up in a matter of minutes. Must have been on their way already... so much for my lead. He grins mentally. On Greer it looks like a sneer. His borrowed comm is too vulnerable to risk a call and he doesn't want to startle the team as they make contact. He decides not to make himself known just yet, they don't seem aware of him, and from where he stands he can watch the proceedings.
There are a few hushed words inside the room then the door opens but just a bit. From his angle, Carter can see someone beside the door. "Who are you?" a male, presumably Spencer, asks.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:27; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"Call me Carter. Open the door, we need to talk."
Pulling up the image of Spencer that Kilroy transmitted several hours ago, Carter looks at the slice of the man's face through the gap.
<<@Kilroy [Carter] I believe we have your boy. The job was to identify and locate, any further requests?>>
"Call me Carter. Open the door, we need to talk."
Pulling up the image of Spencer that Kilroy transmitted several hours ago, Carter looks at the slice of the man's face through the gap.
<<@Kilroy [Carter] I believe we have your boy. The job was to identify and locate, any further requests?>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:27; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
He smirks. "Well, seeing as how you're here and you knocked first, instead of shooting. Might as well come in." He opens the door wide enough for Carter. He's holding a large pistol with a silencer. Noticing Rex he says, "Yea.. He is a big boy..." Carter backs into the room, allowing them to enter.
He smirks. "Well, seeing as how you're here and you knocked first, instead of shooting. Might as well come in." He opens the door wide enough for Carter. He's holding a large pistol with a silencer. Noticing Rex he says, "Yea.. He is a big boy..." Carter backs into the room, allowing them to enter.
Rex bends slightly and squeezes himself in.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:27; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson's eyebrows climb. Nice work, Carter. Wonder what he said. He dashes off a quick message.
<<@Carter [System Administrator]: The address for your message ==> /unsubscribe <== is invalid.
THE FOLLOWING IS A PAID ADVERTISEMENT: Do you need help finding someone? A friend who used to be close, who you'd like to reconnect with? For 5 you can trace anyone! For any purpose! >>
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
Grayson's eyebrows climb. Nice work, Carter. Wonder what he said. He dashes off a quick message.
<<@Carter [System Administrator]: The address for your message ==> /unsubscribe <== is invalid.
THE FOLLOWING IS A PAID ADVERTISEMENT: Do you need help finding someone? A friend who used to be close, who you'd like to reconnect with? For
5 you can trace anyone! For any purpose! >>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:27; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"Thank you."
Stepping inside the room, Carter scans the area looking for anyone other than Spencer and Yavana. He motions to a side chair for Rex.
"So, Spencer, what's going on? Half the underworld is trying to kill you, and I'm being paid to make sure you're alive and breathing. I have no intention of killing you, because I'd have to kill myself in order to get paid--and that's a bit tricky."
<<@System Administrator [Carter] Payment Authorized for 5 transfer.>>
//LTG Attached
//Begin funds transfer of 5 from certified account
"Thank you."
Stepping inside the room, Carter scans the area looking for anyone other than Spencer and Yavana. He motions to a side chair for Rex.
"So, Spencer, what's going on? Half the underworld is trying to kill you, and I'm being paid to make sure you're alive and breathing. I have no intention of killing you, because I'd have to kill myself in order to get paid--and that's a bit tricky."
<<@System Administrator [Carter] Payment Authorized for 5
transfer.>>//LTG Attached
//Begin funds transfer of 5
from certified account
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:28; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
The room is empty beyond Carter as the duo enter. He looks the duo over for a moment, then answers. "I imagine that the hardest part would be getting paid afterwards. In any case, I would think that if you were here to kill me," glancing towards Rex, "I would be dead and we would not be having this conversation."
He walks over to the bathroom and opens the door. "Come on out", he says gently. A striking Georgian woman comes out the bathroom. Despite the obvious fact that she is short on sleep, she is still a striking beauty.
Looking back to the duo. "This is Yavana." The woman looks to the two, obviously unsure about their arrival. He continues, "She needs to get out of town.... I... I owe her and have arranged for a flight. I assume you've met Vlad's boys?"
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<<@Carter [Kilroy] Smokey Joe is asking about the state of the target. He has since heard the Vory are looking for him?>>
The room is empty beyond Carter as the duo enter. He looks the duo over for a moment, then answers. "I imagine that the hardest part would be getting paid afterwards. In any case, I would think that if you were here to kill me," glancing towards Rex, "I would be dead and we would not be having this conversation."
He walks over to the bathroom and opens the door. "Come on out", he says gently. A striking Georgian woman comes out the bathroom. Despite the obvious fact that she is short on sleep, she is still a striking beauty.
Looking back to the duo. "This is Yavana." The woman looks to the two, obviously unsure about their arrival. He continues, "She needs to get out of town.... I... I owe her and have arranged for a flight. I assume you've met Vlad's boys?"
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<<@Carter [Kilroy] Smokey Joe is asking about the state of the target. He has since heard the Vory are looking for him?>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:28; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"We were introduced."
<<@Kilroy [Carter] Target is hale and whole, he has acquired a girlfriend. Initial inquiries by the Vory have been terminated.>>
Turning to the woman, Carter addresses her in English for Rex's and possibly Spencer's. There were too many unknowns in this equation for his liking.
"Yavana, as I said the boys looking for you aren't coming back any time soon. If you plan on skipping town, now would be a good time for it. I need a few answers from my boss, before we go though."
"We were introduced."
<<@Kilroy [Carter] Target is hale and whole, he has acquired a girlfriend. Initial inquiries by the Vory have been terminated.>>
Turning to the woman, Carter addresses her in English for Rex's and possibly Spencer's. There were too many unknowns in this equation for his liking.
"Yavana, as I said the boys looking for you aren't coming back any time soon. If you plan on skipping town, now would be a good time for it. I need a few answers from my boss, before we go though."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:29; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
<<@Carter [Kilroy] Excellent. Initial contract seems to be fulfilled. If you can determine so motives, I will contact the primary for further instructions.>>
Yavana looks to Spencer who cuts in, "The flight is not until 04:30."
She looks back to Carter, "What do you want to know?"
<<@Carter [Kilroy] Excellent. Initial contract seems to be fulfilled. If you can determine so motives, I will contact the primary for further instructions.>>
Yavana looks to Spencer who cuts in, "The flight is not until 04:30."
She looks back to Carter, "What do you want to know?"
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:29; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Carter smiles and gestures with his hands softly that everything's okay.
"I wanted to confirm from my boss that by finding Spencer and reporting that he is alive, my contract was fulfilled. It is so we are all friends.
"As we have time before your flight and I'm waiting to hear back on a few other questions, can I ask how you met? I don't know anything about Spence, except of course that your friends are willing to pay dearly for your safety, but you, Yavana, my understanding has you placed in with the Vory."
Turning to Rex, he asks
"Big guy, can you find our missing sheep? He should be somewhere nearby..."
<<@Rex [Carter] I need a few minutes alone to talk. If I get into trouble, I'll shout.>>
Carter smiles and gestures with his hands softly that everything's okay.
"I wanted to confirm from my boss that by finding Spencer and reporting that he is alive, my contract was fulfilled. It is so we are all friends.
"As we have time before your flight and I'm waiting to hear back on a few other questions, can I ask how you met? I don't know anything about Spence, except of course that your friends are willing to pay dearly for your safety, but you, Yavana, my understanding has you placed in with the Vory."
Turning to Rex, he asks
"Big guy, can you find our missing sheep? He should be somewhere nearby..."
<<@Rex [Carter] I need a few minutes alone to talk. If I get into trouble, I'll shout.>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:29; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Rex grunts something incoherently and heads out, looking for a place where he can be on guard for unwanted arrivals as well as to be near the room.
Rex grunts something incoherently and heads out, looking for a place where he can be on guard for unwanted arrivals as well as to be near the room.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:30; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Spencer and Yavana watch as Rex exits the room. When he is gone, she turns back to Carter. "I have since found out that iz vhat Vladamir iz." She pauses a moment, "I don't understand why you are here... and if you've found us, surely Vladamir will."
Spencer and Yavana watch as Rex exits the room. When he is gone, she turns back to Carter. "I have since found out that iz vhat Vladamir iz." She pauses a moment, "I don't understand why you are here... and if you've found us, surely Vladamir will."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:30; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"Vladamir has sent several men to find you. A few were waiting at Spencer's apartment--I'm sorry about the cleaning bill. Others were sent to find out why they didn't report back in."
While he takes a seat near the door, Carter motions to the bed. Hopefully they would sit down and lighten the overall tension in the room.
"As it stands now, Vlad is going to be facing some manpower shortages. Now, Spencer, unless you have a very different set of skills than I'm guessing, Vladishka will know it wasn't you. That being said, I think leaving town for a little while with the missus would be a good idea. What is your plan from here? Are you just going to lay low until this blows over or is there something between you two beyond your interest in Yavana? I need a little bit of information to help my boss help you."
"Vladamir has sent several men to find you. A few were waiting at Spencer's apartment--I'm sorry about the cleaning bill. Others were sent to find out why they didn't report back in."
While he takes a seat near the door, Carter motions to the bed. Hopefully they would sit down and lighten the overall tension in the room.
"As it stands now, Vlad is going to be facing some manpower shortages. Now, Spencer, unless you have a very different set of skills than I'm guessing, Vladishka will know it wasn't you. That being said, I think leaving town for a little while with the missus would be a good idea. What is your plan from here? Are you just going to lay low until this blows over or is there something between you two beyond your interest in Yavana? I need a little bit of information to help my boss help you."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:30; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
From Grayson's position he sees the door open. Rex emerges and looks around. Grayson coughs vehemently, part genuine part a display to get Rex's attention. He pulls his mask back up over his face, if he was gonna be outside for the duration of whatever passed in the hotel room, he'd best protect himself. He gives Rex a subtle sign of acknowledgement when the troll looks over.
Grayson leans against the wall and brings up half-a-dozen sites that appear in the comm's history log, pretending to browse as he loiters in the breezeway. The transparency turned way down so they are simply ghostly images hanging in AR space around him.
He waits.
Grayson; PAN = hidden; SIN = hidden (Jack Thompson)
From Grayson's position he sees the door open. Rex emerges and looks around. Grayson coughs vehemently, part genuine part a display to get Rex's attention. He pulls his mask back up over his face, if he was gonna be outside for the duration of whatever passed in the hotel room, he'd best protect himself. He gives Rex a subtle sign of acknowledgement when the troll looks over.
Grayson leans against the wall and brings up half-a-dozen sites that appear in the comm's history log, pretending to browse as he loiters in the breezeway. The transparency turned way down so they are simply ghostly images hanging in AR space around him.
He waits.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:32; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Spencer replies to Carter, "I needed to move anyway. The locals were getting nosy about my business. If its a little messy, they'll surely want a piece of action now". Yavana moves to sit on the bed as Carter motions while Spencer walks over with her, but remains standing.
Yavana looks at Carter. "Vlad is a pretty bad man. I walked in on him and a couple of the girls from the lounge. We had a fight, I said I was leaving, he said I wasn't, I said I was. He had proven to me that there was nothing left between us... if there ever was. To prove to me that she meant nothing to him.. He shot her in the face. Right there. Right in front of me." She composes herself before continuing. "I had heard of Spencer. Heard he moved things, sometimes people. I contacted him. We started making plans. Vlad got wind of it earlier, thought we were lovers-"
Spencer cuts in about there. "He moved fast. Cut off.. I mean cut up a couple of my contacts. Been a rough day. I had to dump my coms, he'd had a hacker trace me out. I was supposed to pick up some supplies at the Mall tonight. This was supposed to be just starting..."
Spencer replies to Carter, "I needed to move anyway. The locals were getting nosy about my business. If its a little messy, they'll surely want a piece of action now". Yavana moves to sit on the bed as Carter motions while Spencer walks over with her, but remains standing.
Yavana looks at Carter. "Vlad is a pretty bad man. I walked in on him and a couple of the girls from the lounge. We had a fight, I said I was leaving, he said I wasn't, I said I was. He had proven to me that there was nothing left between us... if there ever was. To prove to me that she meant nothing to him.. He shot her in the face. Right there. Right in front of me." She composes herself before continuing. "I had heard of Spencer. Heard he moved things, sometimes people. I contacted him. We started making plans. Vlad got wind of it earlier, thought we were lovers-"
Spencer cuts in about there. "He moved fast. Cut off.. I mean cut up a couple of my contacts. Been a rough day. I had to dump my coms, he'd had a hacker trace me out. I was supposed to pick up some supplies at the Mall tonight. This was supposed to be just starting..."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:33; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
<<@Kilroy [Carter] Target's intention is to leave town. A new start, same biz. Any requests?>>
"I see. Well, what you are telling me is consistent with what I know of Vor bosses. If Vlad was going to find you, he would have been here by now. Our methods while effective, took some time. Do you have a ticket for the same flight?"
By closing his eyes, Carter can flash across a dozen incidents where he has shot someone to prove their expendability. Does that mean he is as bad as Vlad? Crystie would be dead by now if it wasn't for him...of course, Crystie could just be an unknowing prop to another deep cover op.
Every choice yields a set of circumstances that can either improve or hinder your current situation. It's time to find out whether helping Spencer would be the former or latter.
"How long will it take you to get ready to leave?"
<<@Rex [Carter] Any luck finding Greer? We may have a secondary objective.>>
<<@Kilroy [Carter] Target's intention is to leave town. A new start, same biz. Any requests?>>
"I see. Well, what you are telling me is consistent with what I know of Vor bosses. If Vlad was going to find you, he would have been here by now. Our methods while effective, took some time. Do you have a ticket for the same flight?"
By closing his eyes, Carter can flash across a dozen incidents where he has shot someone to prove their expendability. Does that mean he is as bad as Vlad? Crystie would be dead by now if it wasn't for him...of course, Crystie could just be an unknowing prop to another deep cover op.
Every choice yields a set of circumstances that can either improve or hinder your current situation. It's time to find out whether helping Spencer would be the former or latter.
"How long will it take you to get ready to leave?"
<<@Rex [Carter] Any luck finding Greer? We may have a secondary objective.>>
<<@Carter [Rex] Found him.>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:34; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Spencer answers Carter's question, "Her flight is a semi-private one. We can arrive no more than ten minutes before departure... I am concerned that the departure has been compromised though."
<<@Carter [Kilroy] Are travel arrangements made? What is the status of his coms being in black out? Does he need a resupply?>>
Spencer continues, "When she is away, I think my brother and I will need to pay Vlad a visit. One-eyed Willy didn't deserve what he got tonight and Vlad will be getting some in kind."
Spencer answers Carter's question, "Her flight is a semi-private one. We can arrive no more than ten minutes before departure... I am concerned that the departure has been compromised though."
<<@Carter [Kilroy] Are travel arrangements made? What is the status of his coms being in black out? Does he need a resupply?>>
Spencer continues, "When she is away, I think my brother and I will need to pay Vlad a visit. One-eyed Willy didn't deserve what he got tonight and Vlad will be getting some in kind."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:34; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
<<@Kilroy [Carter] Arrangements for secondary are made. Target to deal with problem through family.>>
"Do you need a clean set of comms or have you already made arrangements? And depending on some of the circumstances, I may be interested in Vlad. If you need any assistance, I can be found through the usual networks."
<<@Team [Carter] Get Greer back into the network. We don't want to get caught flat.>>
<<@Kilroy [Carter] Arrangements for secondary are made. Target to deal with problem through family.>>
"Do you need a clean set of comms or have you already made arrangements? And depending on some of the circumstances, I may be interested in Vlad. If you need any assistance, I can be found through the usual networks."
<<@Team [Carter] Get Greer back into the network. We don't want to get caught flat.>>
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:35; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Spencer snickers, "Actually I do. I was supposed to pick up an extra com at the Mall tonight and never made it. Listen, I think we'd best change locations. What can you do about a safe house and transportation in a few hours?"
Spencer snickers, "Actually I do. I was supposed to pick up an extra com at the Mall tonight and never made it. Listen, I think we'd best change locations. What can you do about a safe house and transportation in a few hours?"
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:35; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
Jake will try to reestablish normal connection with Grayson.
Jake will try to reestablish normal connection with Grayson.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:35; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
<@Team [Carter] Check? We need a safehouse and transportation.>
"Is it possible for me to make the pickup for you at the Mall, while you and Yavana travel with a few of my associates?"
<@Team [Carter] Check? We need a safehouse and transportation.>
"Is it possible for me to make the pickup for you at the Mall, while you and Yavana travel with a few of my associates?"
Spencer says, "I fear I've already missed my connection. I was supposed to meet an Ork runner in The Office. At this point, we are good with whatever assistance you can provide. Until we get her on that t-bird I'm running in paranoid mode."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:36; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
A chime sounds, <<Doo DOO doooo... We're sorry, that party is unavailable. If you feel you have reached this message in error, please try your comm again. Doo DOO doooo... We're sorry-->> Jake can't raise Grayson's comm.
Rex gestures at Grayson and he signals his acknowledgement. Rex shuffles off to watch the door and Grayson - as Grunge-master-Greer, shuffles up to the door knocking lightly.
He steps in. Ah... Spencer, good.
"Good to see you're not dead," he grunts. He nods at Carter and reaches out to shake his associate's hand, "Sorry for the shenanigans, comm's down." He gestures at his arm where, presumable, under the dingy gray-green coat is a comm strapped to his upper arm, "Someone comm Jake and ask if he can fix it. I feel like a fucking cripple."
He scratches at his jaw and glowers at Spencer and the trollop he's with, "So, who's gonna catch me up?" He looks at Carter. Greer nods as Carter grazes the high points - Grayson can fill in the specifics himself. He knows Carter.
After he's back up to speed, he looks at Spencer, "Then this is yours. It's got a little traffic on it now, normal stuff. No secure comms."
A chime sounds, <<Doo DOO doooo... We're sorry, that party is unavailable. If you feel you have reached this message in error, please try your comm again. Doo DOO doooo... We're sorry-->> Jake can't raise Grayson's comm.
Rex gestures at Grayson and he signals his acknowledgement. Rex shuffles off to watch the door and Grayson - as Grunge-master-Greer, shuffles up to the door knocking lightly.
He steps in. Ah... Spencer, good.
"Good to see you're not dead," he grunts. He nods at Carter and reaches out to shake his associate's hand, "Sorry for the shenanigans, comm's down." He gestures at his arm where, presumable, under the dingy gray-green coat is a comm strapped to his upper arm, "Someone comm Jake and ask if he can fix it. I feel like a fucking cripple."
He scratches at his jaw and glowers at Spencer and the trollop he's with, "So, who's gonna catch me up?" He looks at Carter. Greer nods as Carter grazes the high points - Grayson can fill in the specifics himself. He knows Carter.
After he's back up to speed, he looks at Spencer, "Then this is yours. It's got a little traffic on it now, normal stuff. No secure comms."
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:37; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"Comms resolved, we need a safehouse."
<<@Jake [Carter] Time to roll out. We need a pick up.>>
"Comms resolved, we need a safehouse."
<<@Jake [Carter] Time to roll out. We need a pick up.>>
Jake moves the van so it is as close to the building as possible.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:39; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
"Alright, the ride is here. Everyone into the van, and please, wipe your feet."
Carter holds out his left hand to assist with any bags that Spencer may need help with. Opening the door, he waves them all through and into the van. With each passing moment, they were exposing more of their team to a man that may or may not be trustworthy.
If the car was still there in two days, Carter would call it salvageable and take it to his mechanic. And enlist the aid of a good hacker.
"Alright, the ride is here. Everyone into the van, and please, wipe your feet."
Carter holds out his left hand to assist with any bags that Spencer may need help with. Opening the door, he waves them all through and into the van. With each passing moment, they were exposing more of their team to a man that may or may not be trustworthy.
If the car was still there in two days, Carter would call it salvageable and take it to his mechanic. And enlist the aid of a good hacker.
Sunday March 2nd, 2070; 01:39; Motel 8, Pacific Ave S, Puyallup District
<Jake {@Carter}:Where to?>
Jake tossess some hendkerchiefs to the newcomers.
"I don't know what that hotel looks like on the inside but make sure you are cleaned up and no spiting or bleeding in the van else I'll get you thrown out."
<Jake {@Carter}:Where to?>
Jake tossess some hendkerchiefs to the newcomers.
"I don't know what that hotel looks like on the inside but make sure you are cleaned up and no spiting or bleeding in the van else I'll get you thrown out."
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