Dagda grins at the bartender "Yeah, I figured as much. Good to do business with you."

Dagda then summons his car and mentally punches up a online map service with his servitors' assist, checking if he can pull the locations of the warehouses as he gets up from the bar, sweeping down the street with 'Horizon Street view' Coverage is pretty poor, must been worried about getting their drones shot up



"I'll be seeing you later."

Then he walks out the bar and swings into his BMW, dropping his spells from his foci, then snapping his fingers and summoning an ethereal brownie

You successfully find that there are a large number of warehouses and other big buildings that could possibly be warehouses on the 22 blocks of Bellin St.

Meh, so either there's a bunch of these suckers, or it's a punk neighborhood. Not enough info. Smile wickedly, as I get another idea. Call the anonymous tip line for the police, from my throwaway commlink with the cheapo ID, and work mysefl up into a hysterical (psuedo-japanese accented) voice... "Officer, officer! I was just walking down the road, minding my busienss, when these bikers came by and started shooting at everything! They were yelling "Bone Suckers Rule!" and things like that! I'm not sure what's happening! I know you don't come down here that often, but what can I do? I just moved here! HOW CAN I PROTECT MY CHILDREN????"

Give him a generic address in the rough vicinity of the devil rat, if he even cares to ask. Hopefully I can press for whatever info they got on the dossier...

Toad's emergency phone call.

Sliver hops on the back of the bike, careful to not screw up Dex's balance or concentration as he maneuvers it down the street.

Over the teams commlink: At least this is a straight forward job and were in the barrens, we could walk down the street with their heads on pikes and Lone Star still wouldn't come in here. It's not that they are afraid of the Barrens, they just don't care about it.

As the car drives him down to the noodle bar, Dagda sends the watcher off to the warehouses, with strict orders not to materalise and report on the presence of any awakened in the area, before hooking into the noodle bar's systems and ordering something with real meat from the robochefs.

He then orders the car to park next to Toad's truck, sticking his gun into the glove box for the moment. He picks up his cartoon from the counter and some disposable chopsticks before stepping back out and joining Toad over at his truck.

"Mhm. Probably should have offered the other guys a lift."

Dagda summons a tiny watcher and sends it off to report on the presence of any awakened beings in the area, then he gets some food and stands next to toad.



Dagda mentions something about a ride to Toad.

Dagda rolls his eyes, "Sorry about that"

Dagda then closies his eyes for a second and telepathic communes with the Brownie over the bond between a spirit and its summoner

Please only report once as to the total number of awakened in the area, mentally.

I laugh my ass off as the lonestar robovoice tries to threaten me. My fat dwarf ass it'll be forwarded to another government jurisdiction. I entertain myself with the notion of the "government agency for shit that nobody cares about." Shiiiiiiit....

Roll my eyes at Silver's message. She must of offered pops somethin' quite nice for him to have given her my comms information already. More power to the old man.

When Dagda comes up, I check out the scene to make sure that him coming up next to me isn't too obvious. Smile, and start talking. "Man, I love this place. Some good old legitimate cat and earthworm stew. Real stuff, make you grow some hair on your balls."

At the same time, I offer him a handshake, with my skinlink broadcasting a message with a new encryption key, my commlink dialed down to just enough range to hit his, and my brain composing the following text message: <<@Dagda (BumpOnAToad) - Man, next time be more careful. What if one of those gangster's cousins was in the bar? Dudes live on Bellin street. Shit ton of other people live there too, it'll be a trick telling the gangers from the residents. Led by some Orc. You got any idea why they're screwing with that bar specifically?>>

The bitty bitty brownie bobs up and down slowly and you can feel it trying to understand. "Okey dokey" it chirps bravely.

Dagda grins to himself, then shakes his head, turning his attention back to Toad, catching his hand, his Agent catching the incoming data squirt, unpacking it, loading the key into his encryption program, then decoding Toad's data stream.

"I wish we'd go somewhere nicer. You can afford that" he nods his head towards the truck "you can afford a decent feed." as he speaks, Dagda radiopathically responses to Toad.

@BumpOnAToad - Did you see the bouncer, and the way the bartender was acting? No way was anyone related to that outfit in that bar, the bartender knows his clientèle. I doubt he'd go off like that if it was anyone other the regulars.

But whats done is done.

Interesting data about the Ork. I've don't have any other information on the gang aside from the fact that have two awakened on site, so opposition might be stiff. Not to sure why the are gunning for the bar.. territory war?"

Dagda's agent creates a shared AR environment over the cypto link, then spreads the imagery he got from the public net out in front of them

@BumpOnAToad - Heck, how big is gang turf?

Dagda's brownie watcher returns invisibly to Dagda.

Dagda curses under his breath, then mentally communes with the watcher.

First he tells it to hover stationary over the area, so he can see the outline of the buildings and assertain how large the warehouse complex is.

Then using imagery from the public nets, anything that Toad contributes and the watcher's stationary contribution, he redefines the search area to exclusively focus on the buildings that Dagda perceives may be associated with the gang, those with bikes parked around, and orders the spirit to count the number of non awakened people and awakened people in those buildings, then report the total to him.

Dexter moves his bike off and down the street toward the meet, seemingly doing just fine with a passenger.

Dagda has some communication issues with his watcher, and has the thought that he's going to need to rethink this interaction if he wants to get some useful information.

Toad and Dagda then look at the AR map layout.

Sliver hangs on, noticing the silence on the comm after her comments.

When Dex comes up on his bike with the new chick, I high-five him the new encryption key, and greet him with a hearty: "A pound or two of fresh rice noodles and a couple ounces of not so fresh meat do a budding hangover good." Hope he catches the double entendre, and slam the nexxt muessage to the team net.

[b]<<@Multiple-Recipients (BumpOnAToad) - Way to get these guys is easy. We don't want to start beef on their turf, in their home. More of them then there are of us. We can draw a number of them out, and wizkid here has an excellent carrot in the form of that beemer and his fancy suit. We roll em out, shoot a couple of them, and load the bikes in my trunk. I need some scrap metal. The coordination piece from there is finding somewhere to roll my truck, so it doesn't give away our homes. I'm half a mind to roll down to bellin street and see what these dude's deal is prior.>>[/bp

@All

Great plan, though it doesn't particularly help me, what with me being the distraction. Unless your not planning on me doing some fighting. Can I suggest a slight modification on the plan - I can maintain an illusion over my car, so it looks occupied, and your truck, so it looks like a dumpster. I won't be that hot for fighting, but at least I can contribute then. Maybe we don't even need my car.

Dexter's off road bike pulled up on the other side of Jesse's pickup. Compared to the two other vehicle, his bike looked like it was held togheter with putty and duct tape. That and it huffed and puffed acrid black smoke. Stepping off his metal steed, which grunted over the shifting weight, Dexter leaned non chalantly over Jesse's bin. Taking a big wad a chewing tobacco from shirt's pocket, and stuffing inside his right cheek, Dexter connected his commlink straight to his slightly worn datajack.

These non verbal conversation were, and would always be, something Dexter could simply not get used to. It was so... impersonal.

Dex: Yall shouldn' get your panties too much in a bundle. I mean, I'm all for shootin' the shit, but until we've got some partially solid intel, we shouldn' be plannin' too far ahead.

Turning his head sideways, the old merc spat a huge glob.

Dex: So, we know these guys are Go Gangers, which means they're very mobile. Pinnin' em down ain't going to be a breeze. Second thing, they've got guns... and probably auto fire capable. We know where they hang. That's already not too bad for a few minutes of work.

He spat again, a chewed some more.

Dex: Even if assumption is the mother of all fuck ups, we can assume a few things. We're dealing with a street gang... meaning they probably won't be that well organized if we ambush them. It also means that they follow a leader. We take him out, we sow confusion. We can also assume, but then again you never know, that they won't have heavy firepower. I know some grade A gangs pack heavy machin guns and anti tank shit, but I doubt these bozos do. Last thing; these guys are probably nocturnal.... So we might want to hit them in the early hours of the morning when they're coming down from whatever high they were on.

He chewed again some more, taking his tobacco box out, and offering some to Silver.

Dex: This part of town being what it is, its sorta safe to assume we won't have any trouble with law enforcement. We might have to look out for local fauna though. These guys might be tight with those that live on their turf.

Dex pulls up with his bike. I sneer at it, I told him again and again to get them gaskets on the engine fixed, so he wouldn't dump so much smoke. I'll have to fix it myself sometime next week.

Listen to his stuff as it pulls over the team net, and spot a reply: <<@Multiple-Recipients (BumpOnAToad): Man, there's some expectation management here. Unless yall are in a hurry to try and wipe out an entire gang in one go, we need to limit the scope of what yall talking about. We can recon in person, or we can recon by fire doin' what I'm talking about. Recon in person works, recon by fire has the advantage of makingn us some money and getting the option to bail out. Fuck the cops, that ain't the issue. We just don't know how big these kids are, and I ain't lived here long enough to know.>>

Sliver listened to the internal communications of the group, she wanted to weigh in but she also did not want to get laughed at. These guys after all were professionals, even if they were looking for work in the same dive bar she was.

Over the Comms: Well they arn't to big, if they were big we all would have heard of them. You guys drink down here, I live down here. They aint a major player in the scene. So I would seriously doubt it is more than 10 full time guys and maybe 20 or 30 guys who ride with them on weekends and stuff. These gangs tend to have 'hardcoure' members and then the hanger's on who like to look cool. The gangs don't mind because most people can't tell the difference so their gang end's up looking really big. I scrounge down where they live, it's a big area but if we split up we can take the whole place and pin down exactly where they live.

When Silver pipes up I start thinking about a snide comment, but drop it, because she's got a really good point. Think about it for a second, and come to something.

Real voice says: "Wellp, been nice meeting you folks, but I gots to go. You have a good day now. Keep safe."

While my brain pops out: <<@Multiple Recipients (BumpOnAToad) - Word, that's a great call. I can just drive down Bellin street for a little. Got some stuff I can give them if they decide to to jack me. But can alwyas try and see where they stay. Pops, you wanna ride shotgun? Rest of yall post up in Dag's ride, case I gotta pull back? Meet up 'round the old schoolyard on Kingwater street? (pop attachment w/map)>>

Dagda nods at Toad, then leans against the back of his car while he finishes off his stir-fry

@All: Okay, I'll wait at the rally point. Make sure if you get in shit you high tail it toward us rather than away. I'm going to cast some spells to keep a low profile.

With that Dagda turns away from the group, putting the stir-fy down, placing one hand on the boot of the car, and the other on the fetish under his shirt. He summons a low grade illusion to overlay the cars appearance. At a a casual inspection it looks like the same model of BMW, but old, worn and beaten up with paint missing, dented panels and rust showing.

"So Dex you wanna drive down their, you can drop me off at the Northeast corner and I can walk around a bit, maybe try and find some leads. Soka?"

Switching his chewing tobacco to his other cheek, Dexter gave a quick look toward Silver, than back to Jesse.

Dex: Plan sounds good. I ain't packing much, but enough to keep some gangers at bay if need be. Jesse, take Toots here. You can drop her off close to the place so she can walk around and have a look. I'll hang back with Dag.

"Nah, Dag can take Silver. Don' wanna put too many eggs in one basket."

Wait for Dag to leave. Pick up his stir fry, and finish off the rest of it. Good food. Glance around to see if anybody's been paying attention to our conversation.

I pull the key to the city out and wedge it under my seat. It's a bit too fancy to sit under the wheel well. Wouldn't wanna dent the chrome. Pick up, and drive around lazily, looking for all the world like a guy who wants to cross Bellin Street, solely for the purpose of getting to the other side....

Keep an eye out as I drive for tags, signs, bikes with tags, dudes who are trying to look badass, that sort of thing. Detecting the ganger strut in the barrens is sort of like knowing what color the sky is.

I burn the radar, chemsniffer, and the UWB radar as we roll down the street. UWB can map out the turf and spot who's packing (within 100m of the truck), the radar will pick up the cars, and the chemsniffer just 'cuz. Who knows what it'll pick up, and I have plenty of storage for that data dump. While we're rolling, the sniffer is also running full blast, trying to figger out who else is broadcasting and dump the commo intercepts.

Sliver jumped out of the vehicle, it barely slowed to allow her out. She gave Dag the one finger salute as he tore off dodging crater sized pot holes and burning vehicles.

What a fragging group.

It was her usual area though not really familiar with the specific streets, she had been here before. Mostly looking for scrap metal to scroung or fresh bodies to strip for goods. They didn't need it, after dark the Ghouls got all the bodies.

After dropping off Silver, Dagda lets the drone pilot brain drive, directing it to drive in random walks around the wider, better lit (ish) streets north east of Bellin street. He puts his SMG on the passenger seat and Astrally watches out the window, looking for anyone with an aggressive Aura, while mentally keeping an eye on the feeds from the rest of the team.