Help - Search - Members - Calendar
Full Version: The Divine Comedy(IC)
Dumpshock Forums > Discussion > Welcome to the Shadows
Pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Portia Opfenmeier
Portia considers protesting this treatment, but it feels good to be told what to do. "I am not quite sure what that is, Sir, but it sounds delightful." She gathers her rucksack back into her lap, holding it close to her, like a younger child would hold a security blanket. Consolation would be more than welcome at this particular moment.

"But, please, Sir. I really must insist that you stop calling me 'kid'. Please. Call me Portia." She offers a small smile again, and stands, a slow, slightly unsteady movement- seventy-two hours without food or sleep is beginning to hit her, and hard. "Pura, I would be most appreciative of your company, if you would do me the honor." She does not elaborate, but in all honesty, the idea of being left alone, even for a moment, is suddenly terrifying to Portia. She pulls her bag tighter to her slender waist, and half-wraps her arms around herself.
Shalimar
"I...fine. I don't really have investigation skills, its why people work in teams. I should be getting back my matrix results on this Vergot guy soon, Pyre does really good work. Once he's found I do want in on it though, ok?" Pura asks Jake. Then she takes the girl's hand and leads her toward the booth.

Pura gently pushes Portia into the booth ahead of her and then takes the seat next to her deciding it was more important to be next to her and physically close then to be looking her in the face. "So, I'm Pura. Whats your name?" the changeling said slipping up a bit and giving her real name, as she had to Alice.

<<Pyre chat>>
<<Pyre, when your done with the data search I'll have a new job for you. You're going to help me calm her down, ok>>


<<Chat to Jake>>
<<Ok, got some hits back on this Vergot guy. His full name is Rafe Vergot, he an Orc in his 50s, I have a hotel location for him as well.>>
the changeling sends to the bar tender, including the hotel info. <<I'm running some more advanced searches too, but hacking is my brother's thing, not mine.>>
Portia Opfenmeier
Pushing Portia into the booth is not difficult. It is as if the girl hasn't a scrap of real muscle to her- all softness, and completely without resistance at this point. She keeps the rucksack tightly in her lap, nervous to let it out of her sight.

Despite Pura's orientation in the booth, Portia takes this opportunity to study the changeling closely. She seems especially interested in the SilkySkin- a complexion so flawless, so luminescent. And the violet hair seems to be fascinating the human girl. "My name is Portia. I have a lot of nicknames, though, if you'd prefer. I don't mind, so much, whatever people want to call me."

The human girl hesitates for a moment, unsure how to phrase her next question without coming across as rude. "What is it you have done to your hair? It's beautiful." Eager to keep the subject light, and off of her, for just a while longer.
TheMoroseGunPerson
Alice watches at Pura and Portia head to the booth. SHe turns to Jake, "So, any information yet? I want a piece of this guy too. And you know I find him, he's coming back with a lot less components than he was born with." She almost growls, "Give me something alcoholic, Jake... Where's Jenna..." SHe looks out in the crowd on the dance floor, and she be NOT happy...

Never had trouble with Alice before, but, this night might be different... she's got a bad gleam in her eyes...

She seems to think of something, and turns back to Jake, "I need a phone. Gonna give someone a call." She leans forward, drumming her fingers on the bar top, her eyes still got that 'I'm gonna kill someone' gleam
Coldhand Jake
Jake whips her up a pina colada, and slides it to her. "The networks gaining speed, it won't be long now. Once I have his real ID, I'm turning his ass into a convicted baby fucker, and putting him on the public warning list." He points upward. "Paradise...as far as I can see, she's in the head. I don't have any cams in there, sorry."
TheMoroseGunPerson
Alice guesses no on the phone. That's okay. She gets up off the stool, and her finger is curling again. "I'll be upstairs." She heads for the stairs up to the dance floor. Jake can watch Alice go the whole way, until she comes to the bathroom door, and takes a deep breath, and goes to go in.

If the door is locked, she'll be moving back and forth, pacing like a tiger, debating how she should go about getting in the room with the least amount of trouble.
Shalimar
"Well, I didn't really do anything to it. I was hurt in a car wreck, and a Magician with Doc Wagon healed me. My body reacted to the magicof the healing and it changed me. Made me like I am now, a Changeling. I'm pretty sure most people know about changelings by now. I don't know all the whys of it, but just like when people changed at the beginning of the Awakening into Elves and Dwarvers, Orcs and Trolls changelings are a kind of race that there isn't enough magic around for us to transform completely into."

"In a hundred years, who knows, I might turn into a fairy when the magic level gets high enough, I already have wings, even if they just look like tattoos."
Pura says smiling, happy the girl is okay with lighter conversation.

"So Portia, what is it you'd like to eat? Jake's fiancee Mai is suppoused to be an outstanding cook and this place has won a lot of awards for it."

<<Jake>>
<<He's booked into the Suite at the Crown Hotel for the night, and thats most likely where he is staying since he sent Portia here for the night.>>
Mickle5125
Dancer looks over from where he'd been sitting quietly since this whole ruckus started. "Jake, when you go to get him, I'm coming with you. This sort of drek isn't going to be happening in MY town... plus, if he pulls a runner, you need someone along who can keep up, no? All I ask is that you give me 5 minutes alone with this slot before he takes a long walk off a short pier. If he did this to her, who knows who else he might have done it to."

MarauderMAD3R
Mei perks as she sees Jake's message. "I need to go, some'ting making Jake real mad." she says, the big orkess sliding through the crowd like the gymnast she is, striding purposely toward the bar where Jake is holding court. "What is wrong Jake?" she asks as she strides up.
cndblank
Easy had been waiting for a chance to talk to Jake and then the storm hit. He had taken a peek to see what was going on and the poor thing was a wreck. She had been covering well, but it was pretty evident even in the frenzied atmosphere of the club that something was really wrong (2 success assensing). Easy had a feeling that she was pretty innocent. What ever had happen Jake was in a cold fury and a couple of his friends weren't far behind (4 success assensing) That made it pretty serious.

Thank Lady Luck I'm not the one they want.

I'd usually not get involved. Not the smart play, but that like many other things has changed for me. Can't bring myself to regret that. Not this time. Maybe Jake could use someone to keep his next "conversation" nice and silent so he could properly express his feelings about the matter. Course Jake could wreck a man's life and not even leave the bar. No mater. All you can do is offer.

Easy eased up to the bar now that the center of the storm was being comforted and it looked like everyone else was ready to lynch someone. "Hoi Jake got any bourbon back there.?"
Fuchs
<<8.25 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

DD gets the message from Jake, wondering what made him so mad.

Mei's not hurt, she's been right here, maybe something happened to Calista?

Whatever the reason, there is a task.

The hacker closes her eyes, leaning back, and runs a few data searches.
[ Spoiler ]


Depending on the results from her search, DD plans to hack into the cab services records - or the cab's node, if it is an independent driver - and find the adress the ride started at, and if another cab was hired there afterwards.

She opens a channel to Jake through her commlink.
<<Is there any other data on the target?>>

At least it doesn't look like this is another wetwork job from a Johnson... but I doubt this is P2.0 stuff... sounded too personal...

crizh
<<8.25 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

<<Tightbeam Encrypted Burst @ Jake>>

<<Gecko>> - Hope you don't mind me eavesdropping, got to keep your hand in, ne? Seems to me you could use an intrusion expert that can't be tied to your legal SIN.

Can't say you don't have good reason to be pissed but before you go off half-cocked consider that this could be interpreted as a set-up. If something unfortunate should happen to this man and you can be linked to it you could easily loose the club.

I've worked up a few safe-houses here in LA, perhaps I could arrange for the gent in question to find himself in one of them?
Coldhand Jake
Jake gives Easy and Gecko the confirm codes for his Runner channel in the clubs AR feeds, as well as Pura. He speak again on the encrypted channel.

<<Okay, Crown Hotels, seems to be the place he swapped IDs. Hack the hotel, find the security feed of a ork male and a human girl, about 18, getting into a cab. Get his face, and find out when he came in, and what vehicle he arrived in. I want the registration on that vehicle.>>
Portia Opfenmeier
Portia listens sympathetically to Pura's story. Her emotions have always been very easy to read, and the way her brows draw together mirrors the slight frown to her lips. "I am sorry to hear about your accident, Pura. I... I often had to fix up Brodie. Sometimes he would come home, awfully banged up. I'm very good at it, now." A thought washes over her, an unpleasant one- how many of Brodie's wounds and bruises actually came from the bar fights over pretty girls that he told her about? And how many had much less pleasant derivations?

She tucks the thought out of her head and considers Pura's question. "My mother never cooked. I am used to eating things I found, or what my teachers might bring. Frau Ilister, she loves chocolates. She would bring a whole box, sometimes, and I could have one if I performed to her satisfaction." Portia falls quiet again, wondering how far the fallout of her life has reached. Those men were enraged with Brodie. They had likely found her parents, by now. Would they keep going, like wolves, scenting out the people in her life, dragging them down into their maws one by one?

This is a thought she does not recover from quite so quickly. She presses her hands flat to the tabletop and leans back into the comfort of the booth. Her exhaustion, combined with the chilling questions that seem to keep surfacing, are challenging her ability to stay awake. She lets her eyes half close, and whispers.

"I'm sorry, Pura. I know you are supposed to comfort me, but I am beginning to feel quite tired. I do not think I will be very good conversation."
Fuchs
<<8.40 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

Doesn't look like we've got that much time...

DD fires up her programs, and tries to hack into the hotel's node. Since the information might become worthless quickly, she's not probing, but goes straight to the throat, so to speak, her green icon trying to batter her way inside before the trail goes cold.

[ Spoiler ]
Shalimar
<<Sorry, I don't have any hacking programs on this thing. I might be able to work around that though.>>

<<Chat to Digital SAM>>
<<Sam, if you aren't busy I could use a tiny favor. A guy tried to sell a girl to the bar you sent me to tonight, and I'm not happy about it, she's a total innocent, completely helpless. A few of us are trying to track this guy down now, and I could use a bit of help with some hacking. I'll cook for a week, and its really just low key stuff getting into hotel security.>>

<<The guy's fake SIN is Rafe Vergot, he's an ork in his 50s, he has a reservation for tonight at the Crown Hotel in the suite. I need a pic of the guy's face, and to know how he got to the hotel. Here is a picture of the girl he would be with in the Hotel Security feeds.>>
Pura attaches a picture of Portia from her cyber-eyes to the message and hopes that her brother isn't busy at the moment. I need to upgrade Pyra to be able to handlethis kind of stuff, although I guess he is good enough for info gathering If I'm working with a real hacker.
Shalimar
"Hey Portia, its not a big deal if you don't want to talk, you can just rest, thats totally fine. It sounds like you've had a very tough last few days, and your body just needs to adjust and recover. I'll see if I can't find you somewhere to lie down and then we'll go from there." Pura said, looking around for Jake.

<<Jake only>>
<<Nix on the food, I think
she just wants to sleep, do you have a bed that I can take her to that doesn't vibrate, have poles, or anything else that might shock a well brought up young woman?>>
Portia Opfenmeier
Portia nods a bit, and pulls her legs up into the booth, tucking herself into a neat little ball. She keeps the rucksack sandwiched between her body and her thighs- she's been behaving the whole time like the bag is stuffed with diamonds.

"Pura, I think a bed would be lovely. This place, it's... it seems safe. I do feel absolutely terrible about having caused so much anger." She shakes her head a little to organize her thoughts, one small hand moving to the front of her throat, curving into the soft flesh there protectively. "My parents, they needed to move me quickly. It was important that I get very far away from them. Herr Vergot, he was one of their friends, but they didn't tell me anything else about him. I wish I could be more helpful."

She seems more than sincere here, though she is making every effort to keep her emotions out of her voice. Sleep will be welcome- an opportunity to give herself over to oblivion in, what she senses, is a secure place. There are many things to think about, and many things to do- but they can wait.
Shalimar
"Do you mind if I ask whats in the bag? You seem very attached to it Portia. Is it something special? Something from home?" she asks, smiling at the girl.

"I think this is a safe place, Jake seems to care a lot about his people, and I don't think he'll let anything happed to you while your here. I sent him a message asking about a bed for you, and I'm sure he'll message me back soon and then I'll take you to somewhere you can sleep."

"So...you said you put your brother back together again a few times, does that mean your a doctor? Or maybe a Magician if you do it with Magic? Magic is pretty fascinating. I always wished that I would have magic, but I'm 17 now so I doubt I'd awaken this late."
Portia Opfenmeier
Portia nods gently, gesturing at the bag. "Just things from home... special, yes. Some clothes, and... and books. Just a few, though. I had to pack light. Jewels." She runs a hand down the front of the rucksack, almost petting it, like a cat. "They are everything, now, I suppose." The girl rolls her slender shoulders and offers a little nod.

"I am... I am a magician, yes, I guess that is how it could be explained. I can only do a few things, though. I was not... I was not taught a whole lot of useful things." A small, soft, self-effacing smile accompanies this statement, but she is very firm about it. "I am beginning to think I will be rather lost in this world. It is so very unlike home."

An understatement, she thinks, and a large one at that. She looks over the back of the booth, trying to spot Jake. "Pura, I very much need to speak to Jake before I go to sleep. Privately."
Coldhand Jake
QUOTE (Shalimar @ Oct 24 2008, 08:19 AM) *
<<Jake only>>
<<Nix on the food, I think
she just wants to sleep, do you have a bed that I can take her to that doesn't vibrate, have poles, or anything else that might shock a well brought up young woman?>>


<<We can put her up in Calista's room upstairs, I doubt she's coming in tonight, or the couch if that's better. You need an actual key to get up to the penthouse, so I'll have to take her, or Mei.>> He fishes out the actual, metal key that unlocks the penthouse as an option in the elevator, and walks over. "I heard someone's tired. I have my partner Calista's room, or the living room couch. Both are equally comfy, but the couch is thinner, and in the main traffic area when me and Mei come up to sleep., and gods know what Calista has on her bookshelves. Your call."
crizh
<<8.25 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

The girl seems genuine, a complete naif though. I wonder?.....

With a brief mental command he summoned the Goblins. Four tiny forms made of shadow and quicksilver coalesced before him, AR forms only his Icon could see.

Data Search, usual stealth protocol, target Portia Opfenmeier [attached SIN and AiD], her family and any business, criminal and shadow enterprises they are associated with.

The four tiny Agents put their ugly little heads together, dividing up and synchronizing their tasks, before flashing away into the Matrix to obey their master's command.

[ Spoiler ]

Fuchs
<<8.45 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

DD slides into the hotel node, and doesn't lose much time accessing the recordings - both of the cameras and the reception desk. She erases her log and sends the information she got to Jake.

<<'ere's the picture, and the car 'e drove, entered this morning with the girl. That's the ID attached to the name - Vast Vergot.>>

If I am already in here...

DD snoops around some more in the hotel node, checking the recordings for candid shots of celebrities, or otherwise useful info, as well as checking if and when Mr. Verdot left the hotel.
Portia Opfenmeier
Portia nods softly, sliding her feet back to the ground to stand. She runs her hands over her hair and picks up her bag, shaking off the tiredness for just another moment. "The couch sounds very pleasant, Sir. I would appreciate that."

The girl slips out of the booth, moving around the other side lithely, so as not to disturb Pura. She pauses, and places a delicate hand on the Changeling's shoulder- a gesture of hesitant affection. "Thank you very much for your company this evening, Pura. I hope I see you again in the morning, when I can be more entertaining." Being entertaining seems inordinately important to Portia, but again, sincerely so. She nods slightly, removes her hand, and folds it once again across her waist, hefting the bag onto her shoulder. "Lead the way please, Sir."
Coldhand Jake
Jake runs his right hand, the flesh one, through his hair. "Come on then, I'll get you some blankets, one of my pillows..." He leads you towards the elevator. Once inside, he slots the key, turns it, and puts in the password on the keypad to unlock the penthouse floor, and re"pocket"s the key in a storage compartment in the palm of his cyberhand. As the 'vator hoists them upwards, he looks at her, waiting to hear what she has to say.

(Covered in IM chat)
Fuchs
<<8.45 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

There he is... or was....

Vergot left the building 20 minutes ago, to the dismay of DD. She passes this information on as well to Jake, and then starts trying to trace the car.

[ Spoiler ]
crizh
<<8.25 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

<<Encrypted Private Channel>>

@Jake:

That's her real SIN she's broadcasting and it ain't a low profile one. Perhaps you could get her to shut it off, get one of the girls to walk it out of the building and we can work on finding her a new one?

[attached data digest: Portia Opfenmeier]


As a precaution he has one of the Cloak of Knives re-Spoof his Access ID and run up some new encryption codes.
Shalimar
"Yea, sure. I'll see if I can't be here tomorrow. I can't promise anything Portia, but I'll defnitely try." Pura says reassuringly before Jake leads the girl up to his penthouse...a slightly disturbing thought all on its own, even if 'the girl' happened to be older than herself, she seemed much younger even if she herself had lead a pretty sheltered life it was nothing on Portia's.

<<Now that Portia is down for the night, whats the plan? I left a message for my brother asking him to get me info on this guy, and there is nothing he can't get. I just hope he isn't on a job and has a few minutes to spare for this.>>

<<Once we know where the guy is I want to be in on looking him up. You guys should also know that Portia is a Magician, she says she used to use magic to patch up her brother, but that she doesn't really know any useful spells.>>
Coldhand Jake
QUOTE (crizh @ Oct 24 2008, 09:36 AM) *
<<8.25 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

<<Encrypted Private Channel>>

@Jake:

That's her real SIN she's broadcasting and it ain't a low profile one. Perhaps you could get her to shut it off, get one of the girls to walk it out of the building and we can work on finding her a new one?

[attached data digest: Portia Opfenmeier]


As a precaution he has one of the Cloak of Knives re-Spoof his Access ID and run up some new encryption codes.


As far as you see, she's not broadcasting anything...like she has no commlink attached to her ID.
Fuchs
<<8.50 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

It takes DD a bit, but she manages to trace the man to a house in a nicer part of L.A. - according to the adress it's his house, registered to his name. While she's keeping an eye on the car, to make sure Vergot is not leaving, she informs Jake about the adress.

<<Jake? 'ere's the location the man drove to, after leaving the 'otel.>>

DD ponders for about a second whether or not to hack the house's node, then decides that she's on a roll.

Besides, my gig's coming up in 30 minutes, no time to take it slowly...

[ Spoiler ]
Oenone
"Hey Jake, want me to put the call out to the big T. I should be able to call in a favor or two and try get the guy put onto a major league shit list. Oh and once you find him I can drop his house on him, which would solve the problem much faster than fake crimes on his SIN."

Plugging the fibreoptic cable into her commlink Mia begins reviewing the data people are pulling up and compiling.
Coldhand Jake
Jake comes back into the Purgatory, shaking his head. "Kid's young, scared, and looking to latch onto the first authority figure she sees." He heads back behind the bar. "Once we have a bead on this guy, like I said, 15k to see his ass duct-taped to a chair in my parking garage."

Jake creates a new shell node on the club server, and starts compiling everything we've gotten so far, giving the people on the Runner channel access to it, so they can share notes, and get ready...

<<You are invited to "Creephunt 2070" server>>
Mickle5125
Dancer leans in close to Mia. "Tell me, do you have anything that may make this guy squeal? I'd like to make him speak the truth, see if I can find out about any other girls he may have sold off like this, but I'd be quite satisfied with simple screams..."

For whatever reason, the friendly, cheerful grin has completely disappeared from his face. If anyone bothered to guess, they'd say that this seemed personal to him. He waits and listens to her response, then nods. "Hey, tell Jake I'll be back in about 10 minutes. Don't start the party without me, mmk?" He then turns and makes his way out the door, stopping just long enough to tell Steve he'll be back in a bit for a job with Jake and to get his "Governator". Once he has his gear, he breaks into a run, flying over, under, and around obstacles as if he was a spirit.
Divine Virus
Celeste had a simple plan. After a nice, friendly injection of Sideways, straight into the heart, he would go and have a few drinks at the Divine Comedy while he waited for its effects to kick in. He would just sit back and keep his ears open. Word is the Divine Comedy is sometimes frequented by runners, and since he was looking for work, it seemed like a fine place to discreetly introduce himself to a few people he would earmark during the Drinking Phase or the operation. So he took a seat at the bar in Purgatory, ordered himself a stiff drink, tuned a select sound filter channel to the bartended, another to the bouncers, and the other to the general noise, minus music. In this manner Celeste cycled the three channels and examined the crowd with the aid of his empathy software as he enjoyed his drink, and the creeping sensation of Sideways' opiates working into his nerves.

The first disruption in his plan, though not really a complication, came when it became apparent that this "Jake," the owner of this establishment, was deeply immersed in the shadows, and talked freely about it with a half-dozen runners. He knew Americans had no appreciation for subtlety and flirtation, but this was verging on obscene. That there were other new runners in the club tonight... it probably meant the shadows were starting to get crowded, picking might be sparse. With a mob debt, not making money was not an option, so Celeste knew he would have to make an impression. One that did not involve big tits, for he, unlike seemingly everybody else, was not gifted in such a way.

Then that twit arrives, handed Jake a chip, and his empathy software almost crashed with the speed with which the emotions in the room changed.
"Fuck," Celeste sighed, and reached for a pack of cigarettes that was no longer there.
"Fuck," he quietly said again. Old habits wanting to come back. Celeste tuned his select sound filter to the group around the bartender exclusively. The story came together quickly. He's heard worse. He has heard a lot worse. Celeste, he knew these things happened all the time and with so many people jumping to the aid, he would not a need to become involved. But he also wants to make a good impression, and sitting indifferently, drinking, while everyone else runs themselves ragged trying to save the waif seemed like a way to make a bad impression. So, he finished his drink slowly as the data hounds did their work, and the initial round of threats and territorial pissings were performed with ritual obedience. , uttered a few more choice profanities and pushed himself to his feet. Then Jake goes off with the girl. So he has another quick drink while he waits for Jake to return. Finally, Jake gets back, and makes an announcement that gives Celeste a perfect 'in.'

"I can help you with that, sir" Celeste says to Jake. Celeste is a tall, disheveled looking man with a grown-out military haircut and combat boots. The rest of his clothes look normal enough to a casual glance, but anyone in the shadows would recognize them as a common brand of armoured clothing. His face is decorated with a few small scars a few days worth of stubble. He has brown heir, eyes hidden behind a pair of tinted glasses, and a certain unshakable certainty in the way he carries himself.
Oenone
"I have a chemistry lab Dancer, what d'yah think?"

She slips into cold sim VR and joins the Creephunt 2070 channel, taking a brief moment to scale down how sparkly her person shaped firework display icon a little.

Anyone mind if I hack into his home node and watch? Not interested in the reward or anything, just curious.
Fuchs
<<8.51 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

DD doesn't take long to spot Vergot on his own cameras, sitting in his drawing room, by a fire - a fire in L.A.! - sipping brandy.

How corny... that would make a great clip!

The woman places her agent to keep an eye on the man, and informs the rest of the runners of Vergot's position. She's not too keen to be that closely involved in some bloody vengeance run.

<<'ere's the guy, sitting in his drawing room. I'll inform you should he start to move.>>
Shalimar
Once Jake sends out the invite, Pura pops into the channel as Tamalyn.

<<Creephunt 2070>>
<<Well, we know where the guys is so I say we go pay him a visit. I'm hoping that the person providing the damera feed on the guy will be able to loop it so that there isn't a record of our invitation to him.>>

<<We are going to need some transportation big enough to retreive him in inconspicuously. Anyone got a van?>>

<<The last bit of info that I think we are going to need is the security he has on his place, and how bad ass he himself is...I mean he is an Orc in his 50s, so unless he's a mage it shouln't be an issue.>>


<<Pyre Chat>>
<<Pyre, I need you to look for any information on Vergot as far as licenses for weapons, or anything to do with magic, for either name.>>

[ Spoiler ]
crizh
<<8.25 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>

<<Encrypted Chat>>

Hey, I'm Gecko, I've been 'hanging' about the club listening to goings on. I'm happy to volunteer any assistance I can, Jake and DD know my skillset.

I scraped this bundle of joy together about our young friend and her family, it makes interesting reading.

[3.3MP Attachment.]


Now that the Gobbo Boyz were back from their assignment he set them back to their task of monitoring the local Matrix. He set the Agent in his own 'link to re-encrypt his link to Jake's server every six seconds. Better safe than sorry.

He continued to watch the group clustered around the bar with interest. He had never been one for understanding Social Interactions and this lot were like watching a fireworks show, he had no idea what would happen next but it was certain to be exciting.

Except for the soldier. He had shown patience and restraint, he was clearly one to watch.



Oenone
<<Why not knock him out and then put him in the boot of his own car and simply drive it off via automated pilot?>> Mia wonders, shrugging her icons shoulders.
crizh
This plan I like. It is just a matter of who gets to go fetch him, DD can handle hacking the car I'm sure.
Shalimar
<<Creep Hunt>>
<<That works too.>>
Pura transmitted, blushing in the real world.

<<I'll go fetch him if some people are willing to go with me. I should have everything I need with me now, unless this guy has major security.>>

<<I do have to say that trying to sell a magician as a slave doesn't seem like the brightest idea, most people would tend to get a might upset at being sold, and magicians aren't exactly without resources.>>
crizh
Which makes me worry that all is not as it seems.
Coldhand Jake
QUOTE (Divine Virus @ Oct 24 2008, 12:24 PM) *
"I can help you with that, sir"


Jake looks at Celeste. "Help with what?" He looks appraisingly at the guy...

<<Alice>>
<<Keep an eye out for Dizzy. She's got some chips that are real bad mojo.>>


Jake raises an eyebrow, but doesn't mention it.
Oenone
<<Want me to take car duty? I'm a reasonable driver and my hacking is more than a match for your average car. Which'll leave the big D to keep an eye on his house.>> Mia offers, putting a matix order in for another brandy for her meat body. Her icon flashes pink with embarrased explosions. <<Uhm by which I mean DD, not the late departed dragon.>>
Divine Virus
"You just expressed an interest in having a certain person duct taped to a chair in your garage. I have been following the events, to the best of my ability, and I am willing to help." Celeste says, unsure of what the bartender failed to grasp in his previous statement.
Coldhand Jake
Jake nods. "What's your handle?"
Divine Virus
"For now, 'Gilles' will do," Celeste speaks with a heavy french accept, but it is obvoius he is very use to speaking english. Still, 'Gilles' is pronounced the french way, sounding more like 'zheel' than any english name.
Shalimar
<<Creep Hunt>>
<<Who is coming with me to handle the physical part of this. I'm more than a match for some old orc if I'm using a blade, but thats not liable to leave him in much of a mood...or capacity to answer questions.>>

<<Didn't quite come equiped for this type of thing, no tranq patches, closest is stun bullets in.>>
Mickle5125
Dancer comes rushing back up to Steve just under ten minutes after he left, panting. "Did I miss the party, Steve, or are they still here? I brought some toys for the party... It'd be a shame to miss out!"
crizh
I am able to supply both hand-to-hand and ranged non-lethal options and I'm reasonably stealthy.
This is a "lo-fi" version of our main content. To view the full version with more information, formatting and images, please click here.
Dumpshock Forums © 2001-2012