QUOTE (Divine Virus @ Oct 24 2008, 07:35 PM) 
"For now, 'Gilles' will do,"
"Well, bud, I'm interesting in what you think you can bring to this little party."
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"Well, bud, I'm interesting in what you think you can bring to this little party."
"Well, I can offer you a level head. From what I have seen of the people involved, they are very excitable, and taking things very personally. Which is all good when the man in question is secure in your garage and they are not without reason to be upset. But during the operation itself, I can guarantee to keep my cool, and make sure no one gets overly...enthusiastic... with the cargo." Celeste pauses, and then throws in as an after thought "I also have five years combat experience soldiering in the worst hell holes this planet has to offer. Mostly guerrilla work, actually."
<<Well, then it looks like it'll be me, you, and Dancer going in now that he's back, and Mia has offered to handle the car if the Hacker will maintain her control over the house. Does that sound about right to everyone?>>
<<If so, then lets head for the door, I think three of us should be able to handle things on sight.>> Pura sends, and then gets up out of the booth she'd been sharing.
<<We should get going. I'll pick up my gun from outside and then wait for you guys outside.>>
<<If so, then lets head for the door, I think three of us should be able to handle things on sight.>> Pura sends, and then gets up out of the booth she'd been sharing.
<<We should get going. I'll pick up my gun from outside and then wait for you guys outside.>>
For the moment Mei is standing at Jake's shoulder, her AR glasses on so she can monitor the crosstalk on the runner and creephunt channels. She gives 'Giles' a once-over as he approaches, the Chinese Ork giving the man a curt nod.
"Well Gilles, welcome to CreepHunt 2070." He beams him the access responses to join the server.
QUOTE (MarauderMAD3R @ Oct 24 2008, 08:15 PM)
For the moment Mei is standing at Jake's shoulder, her AR glasses on so she can monitor the crosstalk on the runner and creephunt channels. She gives 'Giles' a once-over as he approaches, the Chinese Ork giving the man a curt nod.
Jake kisses Mei, and looks at her.
"Alice, Jenna, and Portia are all upstairs, I assume you've managed to keep up with what's going on here? I need you up there with them, and taking Jenna some real food, she's been...ill."
QUOTE (Mickle5125 @ Oct 24 2008, 07:58 PM)
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!"
Steve waves you into the scanner, then lets you in, with a nod. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid."
"It's about effin time, no?" Ronnie grins tightly at Steve, then slips in and makes his way straight to the bar. "So, what'd I miss?"
He listens as the others fill him in, then nods. "So did anyone get a floorplan for this place, or are we going in blind? Oh, and don't get all trigger happy, k? I have some questions I want to ask this guy before he can't talk anymore..."
He listens as the others fill him in, then nods. "So did anyone get a floorplan for this place, or are we going in blind? Oh, and don't get all trigger happy, k? I have some questions I want to ask this guy before he can't talk anymore..."
Celeste quickly logs onto the node and runs through the chatlog.
To CREEPHUNT
<<Actually, I wish to accompany the capture team as well. I currently have two tranq patches- well not quite, but they will have the same effect, and a machine pistol loaded with gel rounds. If we can stop by my place, a five minute drive from here, I have three more patches and some breath-taker gas grenades. Very, very painful, but utterly non-lethal. I am not an expert at unarmed combat, but I can hold my own. So, outside in five minutes?>>
"Thank you very much, sir. Now I believe I need to be moving or I shall be forgotten." Celeste says to Jake, before heading to the door to procure his firearm and wait for the others to assemble.
To CREEPHUNT
<<Actually, I wish to accompany the capture team as well. I currently have two tranq patches- well not quite, but they will have the same effect, and a machine pistol loaded with gel rounds. If we can stop by my place, a five minute drive from here, I have three more patches and some breath-taker gas grenades. Very, very painful, but utterly non-lethal. I am not an expert at unarmed combat, but I can hold my own. So, outside in five minutes?>>
"Thank you very much, sir. Now I believe I need to be moving or I shall be forgotten." Celeste says to Jake, before heading to the door to procure his firearm and wait for the others to assemble.
<<We aren't doing anything to him, just bringing him to where Jake wants him so no worries there.>> Pura transmits as she heads to the door, but doesn't leave, just waits by it.
<<DD...can you get us a floor plan for this place while we are on the way? >>
<<Sure, you can come but thats got to be it, you put us at 4, and even that is really stretching the numbers a bit. Five minutes sounds fine though. I think we can work with what we have though, Gel Rounds and the two patches you have now should be enough though I wouldn't say no to stick and shocks.>>
<<DD...can you get us a floor plan for this place while we are on the way? >>
<<Sure, you can come but thats got to be it, you put us at 4, and even that is really stretching the numbers a bit. Five minutes sounds fine though. I think we can work with what we have though, Gel Rounds and the two patches you have now should be enough though I wouldn't say no to stick and shocks.>>
<< if he runs, I'm shooting him. it's that simple... I forget what I loaded my gun with, though... was it the explosive ammo or the S-n-S? ah well... doesn't matter... much. Hey! Does anyone know if microwire conducts electricity?>> Ronnie moves over to wait next to Pura, fidgeting as he thinks about who-knows-what.
<<To me, it seems bringing a man somewhere against his will is 'doing something to him.' While I certainly have no intent of causing damage, I have had to much field experience to believe this will be anything but SNAFU, and thus have all those nice, non-lethal- toys at our disposal.>>
Celeste sees a woman approach the door, flagged in AR as another member of creephunt.
"Gilles, good to meet you, miss." Celeste says, offering his hand.
Celeste sees a woman approach the door, flagged in AR as another member of creephunt.
"Gilles, good to meet you, miss." Celeste says, offering his hand.
<<You aren't killing him. If you don't even know whats in your gun you aren't going to be coming with us. If we're doing this for the money than that 15,000 for getting him alive, do you understand how that type of 'oh I'm not sure what I'm packing wont fly'? Its not about the money, though I'm not embarresed to say I could put it to good use. What that kind of thing says about your professionalism is...well it doesn't give you the apearance of any at all.>>
"Tamalyn, nice to meet you. Lets get this done."
"Tamalyn, nice to meet you. Lets get this done."
<< Jeeze... a joke. A joke! I want this guy alive more than probably anyone here. I'm not going to risk killing him. Not until he answers a few questions.>> Ronnie frowns and sighs. "We leavin'?"
<<Joking aside, I trust you won't mind if I double check the contents of your clip, to make sure no mistakes are made?>>
"I am very pleased to meet you, miss Tamalyn. I am ready when you are." Celeste said, then turns hims his attention to the new arrival. "Gilles"
"I am very pleased to meet you, miss Tamalyn. I am ready when you are." Celeste said, then turns hims his attention to the new arrival. "Gilles"
<<Ah, a joke I see...haha.>> Pura projects into the channel, her persona shrugging in the AR of the Creep Hunt chat.
"Yes, lets."
<<Jake, you may want to avoid an open Mike night.>>
Once she is outside the changeling girl heads over to the check boxes and retreives her predator. She checks that her clip is indeed carrying the gel rounds that she thought it was, it'd be really embaressing to screw up after she called Dancer on that exact same thing.
<<So do any of you three have a vehicle to get us to the guy's house?>>
"Yes, lets."
<<Jake, you may want to avoid an open Mike night.>>
Once she is outside the changeling girl heads over to the check boxes and retreives her predator. She checks that her clip is indeed carrying the gel rounds that she thought it was, it'd be really embaressing to screw up after she called Dancer on that exact same thing.
<<So do any of you three have a vehicle to get us to the guy's house?>>
<<I am new in town, just having arrived from over seas, and do not yet have a vehicle, I regret to say.>>
Celeste is not entirely pleased with the situation. The whole operation seems half-cocked. He half hopes no vehicle can be found on short notice, so the group will have a chance to sit down and think this through properly.
Celeste is not entirely pleased with the situation. The whole operation seems half-cocked. He half hopes no vehicle can be found on short notice, so the group will have a chance to sit down and think this through properly.
Ronnie nods to Gilles, then discretely pops his clip and flashes the stick-n-shock rounds to everyone before loading it back in and replies, "Ronnie." He then looks around and shrugs. "I've never needed a car..."
Sleep evaded Portia. Plagued by nightmares, she decided to give up on rest for now. So after a brief visit with Alice and Jenna, she found herself once again in the bar.
Her clothing has changed- a soft blue button-up sweater, and a simple, loose grey skirt, knee-length. Her hair is wrapped up and tied in a tight ballerina bun. There is a slender silver chain around her neck, with a pendant tucked into her sweater, and her pearl and silver bracelet at her wrist. She looks a bit worn down, shadows forming under her big blue eyes, her complexion dipping from ivory into a worrisome paleness. She nods gentle to Jake as she finds an empty stool, tucking her slippered feet into the rung at the base so that they don't swing idly.
"It seems that... the group has left. Are they going to be very careful? I am concerned."
Her clothing has changed- a soft blue button-up sweater, and a simple, loose grey skirt, knee-length. Her hair is wrapped up and tied in a tight ballerina bun. There is a slender silver chain around her neck, with a pendant tucked into her sweater, and her pearl and silver bracelet at her wrist. She looks a bit worn down, shadows forming under her big blue eyes, her complexion dipping from ivory into a worrisome paleness. She nods gentle to Jake as she finds an empty stool, tucking her slippered feet into the rung at the base so that they don't swing idly.
"It seems that... the group has left. Are they going to be very careful? I am concerned."
I too rarely need a vehicle and when I do I tend to 'hitch' although LA's lack of an underground makes that more difficult.
I do have a leased Everglades you could use but is not outfitted for 'business' and would need it's data-trail professionally cleaned.
<<tightbeam @ Gilles>> I have a small number of Capsule rounds loaded with Narcoject and DMSO and a silenced SMG to deliver them. This I would prefer over unarmed hand to hand subdual, I have no doubt that the man is well within my capability but there is always the risk that he will squeak before he can be silenced.
I do have a leased Everglades you could use but is not outfitted for 'business' and would need it's data-trail professionally cleaned.
<<tightbeam @ Gilles>> I have a small number of Capsule rounds loaded with Narcoject and DMSO and a silenced SMG to deliver them. This I would prefer over unarmed hand to hand subdual, I have no doubt that the man is well within my capability but there is always the risk that he will squeak before he can be silenced.
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
DD scans for plans of the building. If she doesn't find any she'll compile the camera feeds for some overview.
<<At which time do you want to go anyway?>>
DD scans for plans of the building. If she doesn't find any she'll compile the camera feeds for some overview.
<<At which time do you want to go anyway?>>
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
<<I was hoping to go now, before he has a chance to go somewhere else. A five minute side trip to Giles house for his extra tranq patches and then off to bag the creep.>>
<<Incidentally his file says he has some bioware to counter the effects of gettng older. That could mean he has synaptic accelerators and muscle aug for all we know, nothing that he has a license for though.>>
<<I was hoping to go now, before he has a chance to go somewhere else. A five minute side trip to Giles house for his extra tranq patches and then off to bag the creep.>>
<<Incidentally his file says he has some bioware to counter the effects of gettng older. That could mean he has synaptic accelerators and muscle aug for all we know, nothing that he has a license for though.>>
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
<<See? Never simple. I agree that a melee take-down is needlessly complicated. I myself favour an approach of just filling the room with Breathtaker gas. Do either or you have gas masks?>>
<<See? Never simple. I agree that a melee take-down is needlessly complicated. I myself favour an approach of just filling the room with Breathtaker gas. Do either or you have gas masks?>>
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
Yup, gas mask, check. Breathtaker takes a long time to act, plenty of time to raise an alarm. Which is why I prefer Narcoject over my usual Pepperpunch for this sort of work.
Yup, gas mask, check. Breathtaker takes a long time to act, plenty of time to raise an alarm. Which is why I prefer Narcoject over my usual Pepperpunch for this sort of work.
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
DD listens to the plans being made with one ear, keeping eye on the building and Vergot.
Would be a good story arc - revenge always brings in high ratings - but I don't want to be labeled as "tragic" or "dark"...
The young hacker is torn between helping Jake, her desire to be famous, and the wish not to stain her hands with more blood than neccessary.
She's also wondering if she can make her seond act on stage.
DD listens to the plans being made with one ear, keeping eye on the building and Vergot.
Would be a good story arc - revenge always brings in high ratings - but I don't want to be labeled as "tragic" or "dark"...
The young hacker is torn between helping Jake, her desire to be famous, and the wish not to stain her hands with more blood than neccessary.
She's also wondering if she can make her seond act on stage.
<<Sorry, no gas mask. My vote is that we use you're narcojet pistol as the first option, Ronnie has Stick and Shocks, and I have Gel Rounds. Going hand to hand is a last resort, but with 4 of us, I feel confident we could handle it if we absolutely must putting the Tranq patches to use.>>
<<If that sounds about right, then we can get to it once we have some transportation.>>
<<If that sounds about right, then we can get to it once we have some transportation.>>
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
You should be okay to take the Everglades, just have it drop you off a distance away and walk the remaining bit on foot. Say fifteen minutes away and then have it drive off home? His car'll get you back, so providing you're dropped off somewhere quiet I doubt you'll have problems.
With a shrug she sends in a typed up message to her Triad buddies, asking for any info they might have about the target. Then after a moment chewing on her virtual lip she adds another message to Kari her ID manufacturer asking if she can run the name Portia Opfenmeier through her systems and see what turns up.
You should be okay to take the Everglades, just have it drop you off a distance away and walk the remaining bit on foot. Say fifteen minutes away and then have it drive off home? His car'll get you back, so providing you're dropped off somewhere quiet I doubt you'll have problems.
With a shrug she sends in a typed up message to her Triad buddies, asking for any info they might have about the target. Then after a moment chewing on her virtual lip she adds another message to Kari her ID manufacturer asking if she can run the name Portia Opfenmeier through her systems and see what turns up.
<<Stealing the car of the man we are kidnapping, and using it as a get away vehicle is not an acceptable option. What do we know about the place so far? Any floorplans? Idea of what kind of security he will have?>>
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
But it's a /lot/ better of an option than carrying out over your shoulder or using a rental car. The big T say he's something of a naughty boy, German with a few friends from out of town plus he's hired some local help. Not sure how many, but he's pissed off enough people that he'll be well guarded. Looks like he also deals in the darker side of running, probably wetwork. So I'd say he's bound to be packing combat 'ware and some firepower.
But it's a /lot/ better of an option than carrying out over your shoulder or using a rental car. The big T say he's something of a naughty boy, German with a few friends from out of town plus he's hired some local help. Not sure how many, but he's pissed off enough people that he'll be well guarded. Looks like he also deals in the darker side of running, probably wetwork. So I'd say he's bound to be packing combat 'ware and some firepower.
[ Spoiler ]
Pura took a deep breath, and then calmed herself from the emotion that was firing her up to go after Vergot immediately. <<You know what? We need to go back inside, sit down, and plan this thing out. We are rushing this thinking its an easy job to just go roust some old orc. The guy could have a lot of security, could be connected to who knows what, and any of a dozen other things. This is a real job, and we need to treat it like such.>>
<<Digital Sam is looking into Vergot and his IDs for me, and the fact that its taking this long to piece it all together means that there is a lot to him if someone of Sam's caliber can't get everything on him in nothing flat. So we are going to go back inside and do some actual planning on this. DD, since you are already hacking the house, I'd like you to find out about the security it has in place, and I want someone watching all of the feeds to see that he doesn't have company or bodyguards. If he does have them, we need to know the specifics>> Pura transmits, sounding calmer, more focused, and very much in control.
<<Finally, some sense. Alright, lets go back inside. But please know if we have no better plan then stealing his car... I will have to bow out.>>
<<I agree that we need a better plan for transport. Prefferably the Everglades, or we could just steal something for a few hours.>> Pura transmits, headng back inside. She heads over to speak to Jake.
"We need some place quiet and out of the way to plan this out, since it seems to be a lot bigger than it originally sounded. Can you accomodate us with something?" the Changeling asks, not bothering to turn on the charm since it really was in Jakes best interest to give them a place to work.
"We need some place quiet and out of the way to plan this out, since it seems to be a lot bigger than it originally sounded. Can you accomodate us with something?" the Changeling asks, not bothering to turn on the charm since it really was in Jakes best interest to give them a place to work.
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
Then do be a dear and go find some more suitable transport then. After all you shouldn't go on about problems unless you're ready to provide solutions.
The explosions making up the face of her icon shift so she appears to grin impishly, complete with little explosion based devil horns and tail.
Anyway I'm going to hit up the local feeds, see if any camera's have views of the outside. Hope you guys have suitable disguises for your Runner personas?
Without waiting for a reply she cranks up to full on hotsim and fires up her browse program.
Jake shakes his head. "They're planning, and getting everything together. I guess the quarter of Kahlua I gave you didn't help you sleep enough..." He fixes her another "nightcap", a quarter shot of Kahlua and chocolate sauce in whole milk on the rocks, and passes it over. The drink tastes of jamocha, and goes down smooth, covering the alcohol taste almost entirely.
<<Take a booth, and if you're on the channel, that means you don't have to check anything short of a rifle coming in here.>>
QUOTE (Divine Virus @ Oct 25 2008, 04:52 PM)
<<Finally, some sense. Alright, lets go back inside. But please know if we have no better plan then stealing his car... I will have to bow out.>>
Then do be a dear and go find some more suitable transport then. After all you shouldn't go on about problems unless you're ready to provide solutions.
The explosions making up the face of her icon shift so she appears to grin impishly, complete with little explosion based devil horns and tail.
Anyway I'm going to hit up the local feeds, see if any camera's have views of the outside. Hope you guys have suitable disguises for your Runner personas?
Without waiting for a reply she cranks up to full on hotsim and fires up her browse program.
[ Spoiler ]
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
Tightbeam @ Gilles.
May I respectfully disagree? Removing the target from his residence in his own vehicle has a very small window of exposure. Other methods are likely to generate more loose ends. A great many of this City's Freeways now have off-ramps to nowhere. We can bring the vehicle down one with light or spoofed surveillance and transfer him to the Everglades in relative safety before driving the car into the water. My only concern is using the Everglades as it is not a 'clean' vehicle. I'm sure it's transponder can be spoofed and it's plates taped over. I am certain it has no hidden tags to reveal it's location. At worst it burns a cheap SIN and I have to find a new apartment.
My main concern is blundering into security we are unprepared for and here I completely agree with you. Fools rush in and all that, I am still less than convinced that this is not a setup.
Tightbeam @ Gilles.
May I respectfully disagree? Removing the target from his residence in his own vehicle has a very small window of exposure. Other methods are likely to generate more loose ends. A great many of this City's Freeways now have off-ramps to nowhere. We can bring the vehicle down one with light or spoofed surveillance and transfer him to the Everglades in relative safety before driving the car into the water. My only concern is using the Everglades as it is not a 'clean' vehicle. I'm sure it's transponder can be spoofed and it's plates taped over. I am certain it has no hidden tags to reveal it's location. At worst it burns a cheap SIN and I have to find a new apartment.
My main concern is blundering into security we are unprepared for and here I completely agree with you. Fools rush in and all that, I am still less than convinced that this is not a setup.
<<9.02 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
DD mentally blinks at the exchange...
Now that's comedy gold... would be perfect in some lighter hearted run series...
DD mentally blinks at the exchange...
Now that's comedy gold... would be perfect in some lighter hearted run series...
<<Tightbeam Reply>>
<<The car could be full of RFID tags broadcasting our constant location. It could be booby-trapped in a dozen different ways. It could have no manuel over-ride, and a hacker could take control of it and drive us straight to Lone Star. It could have internal camera. It could have external cameras. It could be sufficiently complicated that we would not be able to steal it. What if it has one of those electrocuting anti-theft systems? What if it requires a voice biometrics to start? What if we cannot open the garage door. What if his car only has a liter of fuel left in the tank? What if it is a sports car, with only room for two people? What if a hacker just tracks the car, without making himself known, to where we switch vehicles, picks up on the node of the other vehicle, and then follows that? What if his car is in the shop. What if Lonestar is called immediately, and, knowing exactly which car we have, they pick us out easily with a helicopter? These are just things of the top of my head, without getting devious. Any of these programs could cause us series trouble.>>
<<The car could be full of RFID tags broadcasting our constant location. It could be booby-trapped in a dozen different ways. It could have no manuel over-ride, and a hacker could take control of it and drive us straight to Lone Star. It could have internal camera. It could have external cameras. It could be sufficiently complicated that we would not be able to steal it. What if it has one of those electrocuting anti-theft systems? What if it requires a voice biometrics to start? What if we cannot open the garage door. What if his car only has a liter of fuel left in the tank? What if it is a sports car, with only room for two people? What if a hacker just tracks the car, without making himself known, to where we switch vehicles, picks up on the node of the other vehicle, and then follows that? What if his car is in the shop. What if Lonestar is called immediately, and, knowing exactly which car we have, they pick us out easily with a helicopter? These are just things of the top of my head, without getting devious. Any of these programs could cause us series trouble.>>
<<9.01 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
Tightbeam @ Gilles.
All legitimate concerns but none insurmountable and hopefully none that we would fail to check for before committing Grand Theft Auto. All minor compared with turning up in a vehicle that is out of place or carrying out a body in a rolled up carpet.
Tightbeam @ Gilles.
All legitimate concerns but none insurmountable and hopefully none that we would fail to check for before committing Grand Theft Auto. All minor compared with turning up in a vehicle that is out of place or carrying out a body in a rolled up carpet.
<<9.05 PM, Monday, October 20th, 2070, Downtown Los Angeles, The Divine Comedy, Inferno>>
<<Here is the info on his house:>>
<<The system is still in majority, fiberoptics. Even 'is connection to the LTG is wired. 'e 'as a wireless modem, to interact with remote controls and commlinks. There's also a second layer of network...a Public Eye 'ome security system. Cameras in every room of the house, with low-light and audio, speakers, and panic buttons, all on a dedicated pre-Crash 2.0 landline to the Public Eye corporate security services. About 15 minutes response time. The IC in the system is out of date though - I've taken it over. Dinosaurs, really, should be put out to pasture.>>
DD then transfers a tactical map of the house she made with a 3D program, using the feeds and info from the node she took over.
<<There are no armed drones in the building, or any other people beside the old ork waiting by a vintage copper and oak phone.>>
<<Here is the info on his house:>>
<<The system is still in majority, fiberoptics. Even 'is connection to the LTG is wired. 'e 'as a wireless modem, to interact with remote controls and commlinks. There's also a second layer of network...a Public Eye 'ome security system. Cameras in every room of the house, with low-light and audio, speakers, and panic buttons, all on a dedicated pre-Crash 2.0 landline to the Public Eye corporate security services. About 15 minutes response time. The IC in the system is out of date though - I've taken it over. Dinosaurs, really, should be put out to pasture.>>
DD then transfers a tactical map of the house she made with a 3D program, using the feeds and info from the node she took over.
<<There are no armed drones in the building, or any other people beside the old ork waiting by a vintage copper and oak phone.>>
<<Great work DD, since you've taken over his systems can you just loop the feed from the cams and intercept the outgoing traffic on it? Or is the connection between the second layer of network and the main network not enough for you to do that?>>
<<I'm happy about the fact that he doesn't have any armed bodyguards or any company, that'll make things a lot easier. We should definitely be able to get in and out in 6 or 7 minutes, let alone 15.>>
<<It comes back to the issue of transportation though, we need a way to get get him out of there without being conspicuous. Anyone have any thoughts on how to handle that?>>
<<I'm happy about the fact that he doesn't have any armed bodyguards or any company, that'll make things a lot easier. We should definitely be able to get in and out in 6 or 7 minutes, let alone 15.>>
<<It comes back to the issue of transportation though, we need a way to get get him out of there without being conspicuous. Anyone have any thoughts on how to handle that?>>
QUOTE (Portia Opfenmeier @ Oct 24 2008, 09:41 PM)
Sleep evaded Portia. Plagued by nightmares, she decided to give up on rest for now. So after a brief visit with Alice and Jenna, she found herself once again in the bar.
Her clothing has changed- a soft blue button-up sweater, and a simple, loose grey skirt, knee-length. Her hair is wrapped up and tied in a tight ballerina bun. There is a slender silver chain around her neck, with a pendant tucked into her sweater, and her pearl and silver bracelet at her wrist. She looks a bit worn down, shadows forming under her big blue eyes, her complexion dipping from ivory into a worrisome paleness. She nods gentle to Jake as she finds an empty stool, tucking her slippered feet into the rung at the base so that they don't swing idly.
"It seems that... the group has left. Are they going to be very careful? I am concerned."
Her clothing has changed- a soft blue button-up sweater, and a simple, loose grey skirt, knee-length. Her hair is wrapped up and tied in a tight ballerina bun. There is a slender silver chain around her neck, with a pendant tucked into her sweater, and her pearl and silver bracelet at her wrist. She looks a bit worn down, shadows forming under her big blue eyes, her complexion dipping from ivory into a worrisome paleness. She nods gentle to Jake as she finds an empty stool, tucking her slippered feet into the rung at the base so that they don't swing idly.
"It seems that... the group has left. Are they going to be very careful? I am concerned."
Jake shakes his head. "They're planning, and getting everything together. I guess the quarter of Kahlua I gave you didn't help you sleep enough..." He fixes her another "nightcap", a quarter shot of Kahlua and chocolate sauce in whole milk on the rocks, and passes it over. The drink tastes of jamocha, and goes down smooth, covering the alcohol taste almost entirely.
In between running through data feeds Mia keeps an eye on the text filling up on Creephunt. The news that the target is alone causing her to pause briefly and fire off a text message of her own.
Not to sound overly suspicious, but if he /does/ have friends from home and hired help (which my reliable source say he has) then where the hell are they? What if this whole thing is just a ploy to pull people out the club so that it's less secure in preperation for an attack?
Not to sound overly suspicious, but if he /does/ have friends from home and hired help (which my reliable source say he has) then where the hell are they? What if this whole thing is just a ploy to pull people out the club so that it's less secure in preperation for an attack?
Portia lets the glass rest between her hands, but doesn't move to sip from it. She stares at the chocolate milk for a moment before pushing it away, and lacing her hands over the back of her neck as she rolls her head forward. "I am scared, Jake. I don't want anyone getting hurt. And if they do, I want to... to be there, to ... help them. Too many people have been hurt in the last three days, in the interest of protecting me. I'm not going to let anyone else make that mistake."
She turns her blue eyes up at him, and the full force of her determination is evident. "I have always been good at a limited number of useless, pretty things. My family kept me like a pet. I did nothing to help them, and though I don't understand why or how, something very bad happened to them. It might not have been because of me. But I am not going to ... to sit there and play porcelain doll any longer, when good people run risks to keep me safe and happy."
Portia pulls her hands off her neck, and straightens her back, pressing her hands into the bartop. Her voice is tight, and serious. "Help me convince them to take me with them. You know I can do good work with my.. magic. I helped Jenna. Help me show your friends that I can help them too."
She turns her blue eyes up at him, and the full force of her determination is evident. "I have always been good at a limited number of useless, pretty things. My family kept me like a pet. I did nothing to help them, and though I don't understand why or how, something very bad happened to them. It might not have been because of me. But I am not going to ... to sit there and play porcelain doll any longer, when good people run risks to keep me safe and happy."
Portia pulls her hands off her neck, and straightens her back, pressing her hands into the bartop. Her voice is tight, and serious. "Help me convince them to take me with them. You know I can do good work with my.. magic. I helped Jenna. Help me show your friends that I can help them too."
Private Message to Jake.
Don't suppose you'd mind if I collected my tazer from the coat room and set up someplace out of the way to provide matrix cover from? It's not especially easy hacking from a bar stool with friendly guys trying to pinch your ass while they wait for service."
Don't suppose you'd mind if I collected my tazer from the coat room and set up someplace out of the way to provide matrix cover from? It's not especially easy hacking from a bar stool with friendly guys trying to pinch your ass while they wait for service."
QUOTE (Oenone @ Oct 25 2008, 12:52 PM)
Private Message to Jake.
Don't suppose you'd mind if I collected my tazer from the coat room and set up someplace out of the way to provide matrix cover from? It's not especially easy hacking from a bar stool with friendly guys trying to pinch your ass while they wait for service."
Don't suppose you'd mind if I collected my tazer from the coat room and set up someplace out of the way to provide matrix cover from? It's not especially easy hacking from a bar stool with friendly guys trying to pinch your ass while they wait for service."
<<Take a booth, and if you're on the channel, that means you don't have to check anything short of a rifle coming in here.>>
Flicking back to AR Mia heads to collect her things from storage, giving the troll bouncer a friendly smile as she politely asks "Haven't had any German tough guys in tonight have you?"
Private Message to Jake.
It's a politeness thing, I leave the tazer behind as a show of good faith. And I'll take you up on the offer of a booth, got one nice and out of the way? I have a bad feeling about this whole thing and don't want to be in the line of fire if people storm the place.
Okay ladies and gentlemen. I have some external camera views up, so I can provide some degree of warning on whats happening in the neighborhood. Will try check for historic recordings, so I can find out who has been and gone recently.
"Listen, kid, I'm not gonna lie. I'm not going to send you with them. They are a bunch of chromed, tweaked, hardass 'runners. Guns, blades, fireballs and lightning. Blood and pain. They're going to sneak past corporate security, break in that man's house, and drag his ass back here. And I'm gonna sit his ass down, let Dancer's monowire-crazy ass tie him up, and we, you, me, and the rest, are gonna sit down and have a talk. And then I'm going to hurt him, and decide how far I want to take this. I'm tempted to dig all in your backstory shit and find out why -my- name came up. And you're going to get to talk to this man, and I'm pretty sure you're going to come out of this shit hard. But this ain't going to be your first run. Not if I got any say in it."
Private Message to Jake.
It's a politeness thing, I leave the tazer behind as a show of good faith. And I'll take you up on the offer of a booth, got one nice and out of the way? I have a bad feeling about this whole thing and don't want to be in the line of fire if people storm the place.
Okay ladies and gentlemen. I have some external camera views up, so I can provide some degree of warning on whats happening in the neighborhood. Will try check for historic recordings, so I can find out who has been and gone recently.
[ Spoiler ]
<<As far as a disguise, I didn't come out to a bar with my full kit, I'll need to make a quick stop off for gear before we could do this. I actually think the best thing to do would be to meet up close to the place in an hour or so with our gear.>> Pura transmitted, wanting to go back to the apartment and grab her full body form fitting armor, vest, and a clip of regular ammo just in case. The hood and gloves would hide her identity, and she'd be damn well protected from anything smaller than a machine gun, not that she wanted to test the theory.
<<To sum this up, we have control of the internal and external camera's of the place, a tactical map constructed from the cameras, and 15 minute window between detection and response. Vergot is an Orc in his 50s, he is alone and has no armed drones on the premises. His records indicate he has some bioware to deal with aging. Our job is to bring him back to the location specified by Jake. Pay is 15,000 for him, and 5,000 for info on him. Is this everyone's understanding of things? Does anyone have any info that they can add to the above?>>
<<To sum this up, we have control of the internal and external camera's of the place, a tactical map constructed from the cameras, and 15 minute window between detection and response. Vergot is an Orc in his 50s, he is alone and has no armed drones on the premises. His records indicate he has some bioware to deal with aging. Our job is to bring him back to the location specified by Jake. Pay is 15,000 for him, and 5,000 for info on him. Is this everyone's understanding of things? Does anyone have any info that they can add to the above?>>
<<no drones... what about live animals? Dogs and the like? As far as disguises go, I've got enough to hide my appearance, so that won't be a problem. So how do we want to go about grabbing this guy?>>
Not quite accurate. The external camera's are public access ones broadcasting on the street. Can probably hijack them, but I'd rather not unless we definately need them dead.
While he might be an old orc he is an active runner dealing in jobs most of us wouldn't touch. This means he's likely to be ruthless, well armed and trained. I'd count the bioware as being combat improvements until proven otherwise, just to be on the safe side.
He also should be assumed to have hired muscle and some German friends in the area. Don't know where they are, but they'll either be hidden close by or come if alerted.
Oh and one thing we should confirm, is the camera feed geniune? Only it seems odd that a runner would have such poor security. I know my place is wired with IED's and all kinds of traps, which makes this look like a set up. I'd suggest you have someone do some astral recon or look around in person before going in.
While he might be an old orc he is an active runner dealing in jobs most of us wouldn't touch. This means he's likely to be ruthless, well armed and trained. I'd count the bioware as being combat improvements until proven otherwise, just to be on the safe side.
He also should be assumed to have hired muscle and some German friends in the area. Don't know where they are, but they'll either be hidden close by or come if alerted.
Oh and one thing we should confirm, is the camera feed geniune? Only it seems odd that a runner would have such poor security. I know my place is wired with IED's and all kinds of traps, which makes this look like a set up. I'd suggest you have someone do some astral recon or look around in person before going in.
Those in the server watching the camera feed, see the ork get up, slick back his hair, adjust his houserobe, and head into the house gym. He peels off the robe, revealing muscle not at all impaired by his age, the man is a monster. He starts busting out 300lb quick benchpress reps, then working the heavy bag. It's clear instantly this is the last man you ever want to get near you.
QUOTE (Portia Opfenmeier @ Oct 25 2008, 12:42 PM)
Portia pulls her hands off her neck, and straightens her back, pressing her hands into the bartop. Her voice is tight, and serious. "Help me convince them to take me with them. You know I can do good work with my.. magic. I helped Jenna. Help me show your friends that I can help them too."
"Listen, kid, I'm not gonna lie. I'm not going to send you with them. They are a bunch of chromed, tweaked, hardass 'runners. Guns, blades, fireballs and lightning. Blood and pain. They're going to sneak past corporate security, break in that man's house, and drag his ass back here. And I'm gonna sit his ass down, let Dancer's monowire-crazy ass tie him up, and we, you, me, and the rest, are gonna sit down and have a talk. And then I'm going to hurt him, and decide how far I want to take this. I'm tempted to dig all in your backstory shit and find out why -my- name came up. And you're going to get to talk to this man, and I'm pretty sure you're going to come out of this shit hard. But this ain't going to be your first run. Not if I got any say in it."
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