[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:42pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin nodded from his seat behind Angel, then looked over his shoulder at the street as if expecting some last-minute trouble, before they could make it beyond the mansion's gate. He kind of wanted to ask the team something, but was worried the intercom could come to life any second, and he didn't necessarily want anyone to overhear. It could wait.
Full Version: IC: Denver Missions Team 2
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:43pm | At the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
An AR window pops up for Riot, and you see a video feed of a Hispanic fellow in an ill-tailored suit. "Yeah?" he asks.
An AR window pops up for Riot, and you see a video feed of a Hispanic fellow in an ill-tailored suit. "Yeah?" he asks.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:43pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Good evening. We have an important delivery for one Mr. Chavez. One I believe he is expecting."
Ettiquette Roll:
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Good evening. We have an important delivery for one Mr. Chavez. One I believe he is expecting."
Ettiquette Roll:
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:42pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Especially after thinking, “Is he our new boyfriend now we both climaxed together?” she didn’t want the biker to look back at it as an enjoyable experience. That’s why Kim’s eyes had just returned to normal a few minutes ago; she thought any longer would be cruel. All the while, she had been arguing with herself about the mess she made, how stupid she had been and how much better everything would go if she just listened to her inner voice.
Still tired of the conversation, Kim was happy she didn’t have to leave the van and do the talking.
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Especially after thinking, “Is he our new boyfriend now we both climaxed together?” she didn’t want the biker to look back at it as an enjoyable experience. That’s why Kim’s eyes had just returned to normal a few minutes ago; she thought any longer would be cruel. All the while, she had been arguing with herself about the mess she made, how stupid she had been and how much better everything would go if she just listened to her inner voice.
Still tired of the conversation, Kim was happy she didn’t have to leave the van and do the talking.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:43pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
"Ah, yes, very good," says the man. "Please drive up to the main doors."
The wrought iron gates open automatically and you head up the long, winding driveway.
As you make the drive in, you see that there are security cameras on nearly ever tree, observing both the road you're taking, as well as the dead spaces between the mature trees.
You arrive at the top of the low hill where the house stands to find four businessmen - all Hispanic, and all wearing off-the-rack suits. One of them is the fellow you spoke to via comm.
"Welcome. I'm Michael. The sottocapo is expecting you. He's currently downstairs, having a business meeting in the shooting range, and he would like for you to join him there. Follow me?"
He gestures towards the front door of the house.
"Ah, yes, very good," says the man. "Please drive up to the main doors."
The wrought iron gates open automatically and you head up the long, winding driveway.
As you make the drive in, you see that there are security cameras on nearly ever tree, observing both the road you're taking, as well as the dead spaces between the mature trees.
You arrive at the top of the low hill where the house stands to find four businessmen - all Hispanic, and all wearing off-the-rack suits. One of them is the fellow you spoke to via comm.
"Welcome. I'm Michael. The sottocapo is expecting you. He's currently downstairs, having a business meeting in the shooting range, and he would like for you to join him there. Follow me?"
He gestures towards the front door of the house.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:44pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
After parking, Riot jumped out of the van, pressing his hands over his biker's coat. "Thank you Michael," Riot said, trying to sound professional, but it sounded kind of cheezy from from him. When Micheal turned his back to the group, Riot gave a "raised eyebrows" look at what could only have been the mention of a "shooting range".
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
After parking, Riot jumped out of the van, pressing his hands over his biker's coat. "Thank you Michael," Riot said, trying to sound professional, but it sounded kind of cheezy from from him. When Micheal turned his back to the group, Riot gave a "raised eyebrows" look at what could only have been the mention of a "shooting range".
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:44pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Leaving both bows behind, Wolf climbed out of the back of the van, standing relaxed but alert as he kept an eye on their surroundings.
Leaving both bows behind, Wolf climbed out of the back of the van, standing relaxed but alert as he kept an eye on their surroundings.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:44pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin was all smiles once the van made it through the gate. When it came to a stop, he opened the side door and stepped out, leaving it open for Doc. He proceeded to open Angel's door for her, as well. He seemed to be playing the part of a regular gentleman, but he took the opportunity to shoot Angel a warning look that said he didn't think they were quite out of danger, yet. Once everyone else was out of the van, and ready to go, he followed along, looking confident and pleased with the situation. As they went, he attempted to make small-talk with Michael, and any of the goons that followed them - and he quickly made a respectable first impression.
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin was all smiles once the van made it through the gate. When it came to a stop, he opened the side door and stepped out, leaving it open for Doc. He proceeded to open Angel's door for her, as well. He seemed to be playing the part of a regular gentleman, but he took the opportunity to shoot Angel a warning look that said he didn't think they were quite out of danger, yet. Once everyone else was out of the van, and ready to go, he followed along, looking confident and pleased with the situation. As they went, he attempted to make small-talk with Michael, and any of the goons that followed them - and he quickly made a respectable first impression.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 6:44pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven
Leaving the shotgun behind, she checked her pockets to make sure her stun gloves were still there, just in case, and slipped them on, keeping her hands in her pockets as she got out and followed the others, not trusting that this was quite over just yet. After all, the bad guys usually shoot the messenger.
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven
Leaving the shotgun behind, she checked her pockets to make sure her stun gloves were still there, just in case, and slipped them on, keeping her hands in her pockets as she got out and followed the others, not trusting that this was quite over just yet. After all, the bad guys usually shoot the messenger.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:44pm | Nearing the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Seeing that both Wolf and Doc leaving their heavy weapons in the van, Riot pulled up the sensor feed of the van on his PAN display, so he could monitor the sensors of van.
As Michael led them into the mansion, Riot took a que from Kreskin, Riot decided to ask some questions. "So, I know the sottocapo is very wise and powerful. Anything important we should know before we talk to him?"
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Seeing that both Wolf and Doc leaving their heavy weapons in the van, Riot pulled up the sensor feed of the van on his PAN display, so he could monitor the sensors of van.
[ Spoiler ]
As Michael led them into the mansion, Riot took a que from Kreskin, Riot decided to ask some questions. "So, I know the sottocapo is very wise and powerful. Anything important we should know before we talk to him?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:44pm | At the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
“Thank you.” Angel said to Kreskin. Strange he looks so worried, she thought, we’re here. We made it.
She had asked the Johnson if they were going to be shot at this address and he had answered as if it was a normal question. For Kim that meant he didn’t even consider the possibility that it wouldn’t be safe for them here. Of course, he could have lied, but she didn’t think he’d gamble with his life like that. After all, she could very well be ruthless like the rest of the team and posses magic to kill as well as to tell the truth. What worried Kim was that if she was right about Suzuki, she was most likely here as a replacement for someone else. Someone who shouldn’t have ties to this Mafia boss, but she wasn’t sure they wouldn’t expect someone else.
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
“Thank you.” Angel said to Kreskin. Strange he looks so worried, she thought, we’re here. We made it.
She had asked the Johnson if they were going to be shot at this address and he had answered as if it was a normal question. For Kim that meant he didn’t even consider the possibility that it wouldn’t be safe for them here. Of course, he could have lied, but she didn’t think he’d gamble with his life like that. After all, she could very well be ruthless like the rest of the team and posses magic to kill as well as to tell the truth. What worried Kim was that if she was right about Suzuki, she was most likely here as a replacement for someone else. Someone who shouldn’t have ties to this Mafia boss, but she wasn’t sure they wouldn’t expect someone else.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
One of the fellows who was not introduced goes for the front door of the house and opens it up for everyone. "Thank you Julio," says Michael as he leads the group, including the other two fellows, into the house.
Opulent is a pale word to describe the interior of the mansion. Even Kim, who is used to the finer things in life, knows that the various art pieces, knick knacks and the like must be worth a small fortune.
Smalltalk is exchanged as you make you way indoors, past the foyer and into the salon. "A very smart question," says Michael to Riot when he asks about the sottocapo. "He is a very serious fellow indeed, and he demands that the forms be observed. Your deference to him is important. Wait to speak until you are spoken to. Wait for him to engage you in conversation. He's a very powerful man, and demands an appropriate level of respect."
The procession leads you past a large, carpeted spiral staircase that leads to the upper floors. Behind it, there's a more traditional door that opens onto a much more mundane staircase leading into the basement.
At the landing, Michael opens up a large, sound-proofed door and leads you into the room.
Across the way, standing at one of the lanes (there are four), stands an elderly Hispanic man. Next to him an elf is standing. The elf's shirt is torn, and he looks like he's been a little roughed up. The old man hands the elf a target, and gestures down the lane. As the elf goes to the end of the lane to hang the target, the old man picks up a revolver and aims at the back of the elf's head.
One of the fellows who was not introduced goes for the front door of the house and opens it up for everyone. "Thank you Julio," says Michael as he leads the group, including the other two fellows, into the house.
Opulent is a pale word to describe the interior of the mansion. Even Kim, who is used to the finer things in life, knows that the various art pieces, knick knacks and the like must be worth a small fortune.
Smalltalk is exchanged as you make you way indoors, past the foyer and into the salon. "A very smart question," says Michael to Riot when he asks about the sottocapo. "He is a very serious fellow indeed, and he demands that the forms be observed. Your deference to him is important. Wait to speak until you are spoken to. Wait for him to engage you in conversation. He's a very powerful man, and demands an appropriate level of respect."
The procession leads you past a large, carpeted spiral staircase that leads to the upper floors. Behind it, there's a more traditional door that opens onto a much more mundane staircase leading into the basement.
At the landing, Michael opens up a large, sound-proofed door and leads you into the room.
Across the way, standing at one of the lanes (there are four), stands an elderly Hispanic man. Next to him an elf is standing. The elf's shirt is torn, and he looks like he's been a little roughed up. The old man hands the elf a target, and gestures down the lane. As the elf goes to the end of the lane to hang the target, the old man picks up a revolver and aims at the back of the elf's head.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | At the Drop, UCAS Sector, Montbello Neighborhood]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
“Excuse me.” Kim blurts out, worried he's about to shoot the elf.
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
“Excuse me.” Kim blurts out, worried he's about to shoot the elf.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Woah, this old man is fucking crazy, Riot thinks to himself. Hope Angel doesn't flinch. Riot proceeds to wait as the sottocapo desplays his power.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Woah, this old man is fucking crazy, Riot thinks to himself. Hope Angel doesn't flinch. Riot proceeds to wait as the sottocapo desplays his power.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
At the sounds of Kim's voice, the elf starts like he's about to have a heart attack.
The old man turns and gives her an icy glare. "That will cost you, niña. The shadows are a cold place. Are you sure you are cut out for them?"
He turns and barks something at the elf, who quickly hurries down the lane and hangs the target. He stands nearby, and the old man opens up on the target, six shots in under ten seconds. The elf flinches with every shot, but none come near him.
Placing the pistol back on the counter, he turns back to face you all. "You have something for me?" he asks.
At the sounds of Kim's voice, the elf starts like he's about to have a heart attack.
The old man turns and gives her an icy glare. "That will cost you, niña. The shadows are a cold place. Are you sure you are cut out for them?"
He turns and barks something at the elf, who quickly hurries down the lane and hangs the target. He stands nearby, and the old man opens up on the target, six shots in under ten seconds. The elf flinches with every shot, but none come near him.
Placing the pistol back on the counter, he turns back to face you all. "You have something for me?" he asks.
***moved below***
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Wolf laid a restraining hand on Kim's shoulder. Instead of the comforting guesture he'd made previously, this was designed to get her attention and, more importantly, shut her up.
"You want us to be next girl? If not, shut up." he said quietly but firmly. He wasn't worried about being overheard, just making it clear that his comment was directed at Kim and thus the sottocappo and his men could pretend they hadn't heard it and still maintain face.
Wolf laid a restraining hand on Kim's shoulder. Instead of the comforting guesture he'd made previously, this was designed to get her attention and, more importantly, shut her up.
"You want us to be next girl? If not, shut up." he said quietly but firmly. He wasn't worried about being overheard, just making it clear that his comment was directed at Kim and thus the sottocappo and his men could pretend they hadn't heard it and still maintain face.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Forgive us sir. We have the item," he said, trying to smooth things over as he nodded towards Kreskin.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Forgive us sir. We have the item," he said, trying to smooth things over as he nodded towards Kreskin.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim wonders if the old man just called her sweetie or a whore; she'll have to find a translation later. For now, she's happy she was wrong and decides not to give some sharp reply to his question.
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim wonders if the old man just called her sweetie or a whore; she'll have to find a translation later. For now, she's happy she was wrong and decides not to give some sharp reply to his question.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin nods his head in deference towards old man and reached behind him, under his jacket - slowly, so nobody would freak out - and produced the envelope. He casually flipped the thing around, checking both sides for damage and making it obvious that it hadn't been opened, twisted, folded, or any of the other things the guy in the raven mask had forbidden them from doing.
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin nods his head in deference towards old man and reached behind him, under his jacket - slowly, so nobody would freak out - and produced the envelope. He casually flipped the thing around, checking both sides for damage and making it obvious that it hadn't been opened, twisted, folded, or any of the other things the guy in the raven mask had forbidden them from doing.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
"Ah yes," says the old fellow, Omar you recall his name is. Any trace of dissatisfaction you might have expected drop away, and he's all business. He reaches for the envelope and takes it from your hands. Turning it over, he checks the seals as well, and generally inspects it for any tampering. He hands it to one of the men who accompanied you, and he runs it under a scanner of some type as well, before nodding to the sottocapo.
"Everything appears to be in order. Yes." He crosses the room to a desk and from a drawer and shuffles through a pile of certified credsticks. He pulls out a pair of them at last. "Here's the remainder of your payment, with a little off the top for your impertinence." He glances at Angel as he says this. "You'll learn, one way or another, how things work in the shadows."
He tosses the credsticks underhand, easy to catch.
"Now get out."
And he turns back to the shooting range. Michael opens the door again and gestures for you to make your exits.
"Ah yes," says the old fellow, Omar you recall his name is. Any trace of dissatisfaction you might have expected drop away, and he's all business. He reaches for the envelope and takes it from your hands. Turning it over, he checks the seals as well, and generally inspects it for any tampering. He hands it to one of the men who accompanied you, and he runs it under a scanner of some type as well, before nodding to the sottocapo.
"Everything appears to be in order. Yes." He crosses the room to a desk and from a drawer and shuffles through a pile of certified credsticks. He pulls out a pair of them at last. "Here's the remainder of your payment, with a little off the top for your impertinence." He glances at Angel as he says this. "You'll learn, one way or another, how things work in the shadows."
He tosses the credsticks underhand, easy to catch.
"Now get out."
And he turns back to the shooting range. Michael opens the door again and gestures for you to make your exits.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin easily catches the credsticks, and thanks Omar for his time, and business. He then motions for the rest of the team to accompany him out of the room, as he begins to leave.
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin easily catches the credsticks, and thanks Omar for his time, and business. He then motions for the rest of the team to accompany him out of the room, as he begins to leave.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Yup...thank you sir. We appreciate your business." With that, Riot turned to follow Kreskin out of the room.
<<@Team - Almost done. Keep your cool, and we'll be set, 3k richer.>>
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Yup...thank you sir. We appreciate your business." With that, Riot turned to follow Kreskin out of the room.
<<@Team - Almost done. Keep your cool, and we'll be set, 3k richer.>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
The old-timer was amusing Kim; all that money and he was still squabbling over peanuts. He must have started out with nothing and kept the old habits. With enough enemies already, he doesn’t care if he gets a few more. Probably never leaves the mansion anymore and he feels safe here. He doesn’t trust anyone around him enough to handle the money though. The elf obviously wasn’t his boy toy, and Kim didn’t see any desire in his eyes when he was looking at her. His passion is shooting his gun in here, because his other one no longer works. It probably gives him the feeling he’s not that old yet.
Kim smiles as she wonders if she should offer her services to help him with his problem.
She looks around to check for anything astrally active.
Kim: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
The old-timer was amusing Kim; all that money and he was still squabbling over peanuts. He must have started out with nothing and kept the old habits. With enough enemies already, he doesn’t care if he gets a few more. Probably never leaves the mansion anymore and he feels safe here. He doesn’t trust anyone around him enough to handle the money though. The elf obviously wasn’t his boy toy, and Kim didn’t see any desire in his eyes when he was looking at her. His passion is shooting his gun in here, because his other one no longer works. It probably gives him the feeling he’s not that old yet.
Kim smiles as she wonders if she should offer her services to help him with his problem.
She looks around to check for anything astrally active.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Now that his first run was coming to a close, Riot reflected on the events of the evening. He got to work his street smarts, his small team tactics, and his wheelman skills...all important facets of a professional Combat Biker. The idea of running in the shadows wasn't his first idea, but hell, with the pay and the practical application of his skills, it would keep his pockets fat and keep his skills intact. Not to mention, he'd just helped the Ironsiders pay off a big debt.
That reminded him, the van the Koshari had taken some hits over during the run. Maybe he could swing by one of the Ironsider chopshops in the CAS before returning it. As they walked back to the van, Riot send a diagnostic report from the van to his commlink. He was going to send the damage report to one the chopshops, see if they could give him an estimated time to repair the minor damage to the van.
<<@Clutch - What's up chummer? Just finished that favor for our friends. But the van he lent us took a little beating. Attached is a diagnostic report. You think we could get it fixed up quick before I take it back? Figure he'd appreciate it.>>
After forwarding the diagnostic report, he deleted it from his commlink and set a reminder note to pop up tomorrow morning to edit out his involvement in the run and replace it with him watching Combat Biker at his favorite bar near his apartment.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Now that his first run was coming to a close, Riot reflected on the events of the evening. He got to work his street smarts, his small team tactics, and his wheelman skills...all important facets of a professional Combat Biker. The idea of running in the shadows wasn't his first idea, but hell, with the pay and the practical application of his skills, it would keep his pockets fat and keep his skills intact. Not to mention, he'd just helped the Ironsiders pay off a big debt.
That reminded him, the van the Koshari had taken some hits over during the run. Maybe he could swing by one of the Ironsider chopshops in the CAS before returning it. As they walked back to the van, Riot send a diagnostic report from the van to his commlink. He was going to send the damage report to one the chopshops, see if they could give him an estimated time to repair the minor damage to the van.
<<@Clutch - What's up chummer? Just finished that favor for our friends. But the van he lent us took a little beating. Attached is a diagnostic report. You think we could get it fixed up quick before I take it back? Figure he'd appreciate it.>>
[ Spoiler ]
After forwarding the diagnostic report, he deleted it from his commlink and set a reminder note to pop up tomorrow morning to edit out his involvement in the run and replace it with him watching Combat Biker at his favorite bar near his apartment.
Michael leads you back upstairs, and back out to the van. "Thank you for your work on this project. We may be in touch if further projects come to fruition."
You board the van and make your way back down the winding path and out the wrought iron gate. Everyone breathes a little easier as the van emerges back onto Peoria Street.
You board the van and make your way back down the winding path and out the wrought iron gate. Everyone breathes a little easier as the van emerges back onto Peoria Street.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:47pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
""I'll be taking the van back to the PCC via the CAS. I'm probably going to be making a pit stop in the CAS, have my friends repair the van up a bit. Figure Mr. Johnson might be upset if he see's what the van looks like now," Riot says, gesturing to the van. He then checked his comms, looking for a reply from Clutch.
"When we drop off the van for a quick repair, we can head to a place to get those credit sticks balanced out. If someone has a real SIN, we can send them in to set up the credsticks with our shares. Four with 2,500 and one with 2,000, since Angel couldn't keep her mouth shut at the drop. Michael even told you to only speak when spoken too. Shit, the old man was probably doing that just to test us, give him a reason to short change us. You can't just blurt out whatever comes to your mind with people like that. Shit, surprised he only took 500 off the top. Anyway, consider it a lesson in humility."
Riot was going to be busy. Not sure when the next run would go down, or when the Ironsiders might have something going on. Wanting to finally upgrade his commlink, he did a search for a local computer store near the chop shop....he could swing by to grab the parts he need. Since, he'd have some time before getting to shop, it would probably be a good idea to find some designs online for an improved response processor for his commlink. Then he'd know exactly what to buy and be a bit more efficient when trying to build it.
<<@Kreskin - Hey buddy, I was wondering if you could do me a favor? You seem to work well with people. Plus you showed some interest in meeting those smugglers at the 5 by 5. Could you help me find a Ares Antioch-2 grenade launcher? I know they sell for about 600-1000. I'll give you an extra 150 to find one for me. What do you think? Should be a good opportunity to meet some people in Denver, network a little.>>
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
""I'll be taking the van back to the PCC via the CAS. I'm probably going to be making a pit stop in the CAS, have my friends repair the van up a bit. Figure Mr. Johnson might be upset if he see's what the van looks like now," Riot says, gesturing to the van. He then checked his comms, looking for a reply from Clutch.
"When we drop off the van for a quick repair, we can head to a place to get those credit sticks balanced out. If someone has a real SIN, we can send them in to set up the credsticks with our shares. Four with 2,500 and one with 2,000, since Angel couldn't keep her mouth shut at the drop. Michael even told you to only speak when spoken too. Shit, the old man was probably doing that just to test us, give him a reason to short change us. You can't just blurt out whatever comes to your mind with people like that. Shit, surprised he only took 500 off the top. Anyway, consider it a lesson in humility."
Riot was going to be busy. Not sure when the next run would go down, or when the Ironsiders might have something going on. Wanting to finally upgrade his commlink, he did a search for a local computer store near the chop shop....he could swing by to grab the parts he need. Since, he'd have some time before getting to shop, it would probably be a good idea to find some designs online for an improved response processor for his commlink. Then he'd know exactly what to buy and be a bit more efficient when trying to build it.
[ Spoiler ]
<<@Kreskin - Hey buddy, I was wondering if you could do me a favor? You seem to work well with people. Plus you showed some interest in meeting those smugglers at the 5 by 5. Could you help me find a Ares Antioch-2 grenade launcher? I know they sell for about 600-1000. I'll give you an extra 150 to find one for me. What do you think? Should be a good opportunity to meet some people in Denver, network a little.>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:47pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim had bitten her tongue until everyone had a chance to say what he or she thought about how to split the money. She was sure about what the position of the orcs would be in the matter, since they had proven to be stupid earlier, but she was curious about the other two. Kim concentrates and her eyes change; now it was time for the little kitten to speak.
“I know you think I fragged up. Maybe I did, it’s always easy to talk drek afterwards. Fact is it looked like the old fart was going to frag the elf. You can deny it all you want, but I know you thought it too. I certainly did not sign up to be an accessory to murder, but more importantly, I didn’t want to be a possible witness. It occurred to me that a Mafia boss would most likely frag such loose ends. While you were all shitting your pants, I tried to get us out of there in one fragging piece! Did you think I cared for the fragging elf, that I wanted to rescue him maybe, that I thought his life was worth fragging more than our? That piece of drek is fragging Mafia! Frag him!
Just face it, that old frag conned us. He fragging knew we were on our way and he set us up. While you were fragging kissing his ass and bending over backwards happy he was fragging us up the ass I was looking for the reason why. I’d already noticed the suits of his bodyguards were fragging cheap, and when I didn’t see any magical protection, I was fragging calculating our chances of making him pay dearly for being so fragging cheap. How in hell did that old frag get so old anyway?
I was hoping you all would have my back in there, but you were already half way through the fragging door. Now I hear you think it’s not your fragging problem, because some old frag told you so? You’ve got to be fragging kidding me!”
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim had bitten her tongue until everyone had a chance to say what he or she thought about how to split the money. She was sure about what the position of the orcs would be in the matter, since they had proven to be stupid earlier, but she was curious about the other two. Kim concentrates and her eyes change; now it was time for the little kitten to speak.
“I know you think I fragged up. Maybe I did, it’s always easy to talk drek afterwards. Fact is it looked like the old fart was going to frag the elf. You can deny it all you want, but I know you thought it too. I certainly did not sign up to be an accessory to murder, but more importantly, I didn’t want to be a possible witness. It occurred to me that a Mafia boss would most likely frag such loose ends. While you were all shitting your pants, I tried to get us out of there in one fragging piece! Did you think I cared for the fragging elf, that I wanted to rescue him maybe, that I thought his life was worth fragging more than our? That piece of drek is fragging Mafia! Frag him!
Just face it, that old frag conned us. He fragging knew we were on our way and he set us up. While you were fragging kissing his ass and bending over backwards happy he was fragging us up the ass I was looking for the reason why. I’d already noticed the suits of his bodyguards were fragging cheap, and when I didn’t see any magical protection, I was fragging calculating our chances of making him pay dearly for being so fragging cheap. How in hell did that old frag get so old anyway?
I was hoping you all would have my back in there, but you were already half way through the fragging door. Now I hear you think it’s not your fragging problem, because some old frag told you so? You’ve got to be fragging kidding me!”
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:47pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Ignoring the incoming text-message, for the moment, Kreskin tried to mediate the conversation before things got uglier. "Let's all take a deep breath," he said, as they pulled away from the mansion. "Test, or not, that guy had been roughed up before we got there. I don't know if the boss-man would have pulled the trigger or not, but if Angel hadn't said something first, I probably would have." He smirked, "I might have done so a bit more tactfully, of course, but we were paid to drop off a package, get our payment, and get out of there - not stick around for a show. Frankly, I'm glad we didn't see anything that would keep us on their radar, and five-hundred nuyen is a pretty small price to pay for that sort of piece of mind. It would have cost a lot more to burn another SIN and get set up in another city." Relaxing back into his seat, he waved one hand around dismissively. "Just take the difference out of my share and, next time," he patted the back of Angel's headrest, "let me make the first-impressions, okay?"
After a second, he added, "... speaking of which, anyone else up for a 'next time', or was this a one-night stand?"
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Ignoring the incoming text-message, for the moment, Kreskin tried to mediate the conversation before things got uglier. "Let's all take a deep breath," he said, as they pulled away from the mansion. "Test, or not, that guy had been roughed up before we got there. I don't know if the boss-man would have pulled the trigger or not, but if Angel hadn't said something first, I probably would have." He smirked, "I might have done so a bit more tactfully, of course, but we were paid to drop off a package, get our payment, and get out of there - not stick around for a show. Frankly, I'm glad we didn't see anything that would keep us on their radar, and five-hundred nuyen is a pretty small price to pay for that sort of piece of mind. It would have cost a lot more to burn another SIN and get set up in another city." Relaxing back into his seat, he waved one hand around dismissively. "Just take the difference out of my share and, next time," he patted the back of Angel's headrest, "let me make the first-impressions, okay?"
After a second, he added, "... speaking of which, anyone else up for a 'next time', or was this a one-night stand?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:48pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Well, if you're offering to take the hit, by all means. But I definitely agree, we got to keep our composure in tight situations, play to the strengths of our teammates. I don't know what the future holds. But obviously keep me in mind if you need a wheelman if you hear of any opportunties in the future. For now, lets just get the van to the chop shop, get the cred stick divied up, and get everyone home."
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Well, if you're offering to take the hit, by all means. But I definitely agree, we got to keep our composure in tight situations, play to the strengths of our teammates. I don't know what the future holds. But obviously keep me in mind if you need a wheelman if you hear of any opportunties in the future. For now, lets just get the van to the chop shop, get the cred stick divied up, and get everyone home."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:48pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
As you pull out of the driveway, Riot's comm chimes with an incoming message scrolling across his AR.
<<Clutch: @Riot: Sure thing, chummer. Bring the box by and I'll give it the once over before you take it back to the injun.>>
As you pull out of the driveway, Riot's comm chimes with an incoming message scrolling across his AR.
<<Clutch: @Riot: Sure thing, chummer. Bring the box by and I'll give it the once over before you take it back to the injun.>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:48pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Wolf stated at Kim for a long moment, his face hard. Finally, he visibly thought better of whatever he'd been going to do or say and gathered up his gear. Getting changed back into his civvies he stowed his weapons and camo gear back in his duffel then tapped Riot on the shoulder.
"Find somewhere we can split the money so I can get gone."
Wolf stated at Kim for a long moment, his face hard. Finally, he visibly thought better of whatever he'd been going to do or say and gathered up his gear. Getting changed back into his civvies he stowed his weapons and camo gear back in his duffel then tapped Riot on the shoulder.
"Find somewhere we can split the money so I can get gone."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:48pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
<<Riot: @Clutch: Thanks, cya in a few.>>
Realizing that he might have an easy way back to the CAS with their new, hot friend Peaches, Riot decided to shoot her a message, see if she needed a ride back to the CAS.
<<Riot: @Peaches: We're about the head back to the CAS, need a ride? Or are you working this side tonight?>>
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
<<Riot: @Clutch: Thanks, cya in a few.>>
Realizing that he might have an easy way back to the CAS with their new, hot friend Peaches, Riot decided to shoot her a message, see if she needed a ride back to the CAS.
<<Riot: @Peaches: We're about the head back to the CAS, need a ride? Or are you working this side tonight?>>
<<Wrong Thread>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:48pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
More than a little surprised about the reactions, Kim thinks it’s time to leave.
“Give me your credstick and come to the Omni Interlocken Hotel when you’re done Kreskin.”
When Kim leaves the van, she says: “Oh, and Kreskin, wear a suit.”
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
More than a little surprised about the reactions, Kim thinks it’s time to leave.
“Give me your credstick and come to the Omni Interlocken Hotel when you’re done Kreskin.”
When Kim leaves the van, she says: “Oh, and Kreskin, wear a suit.”
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:50pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
When Angel asked them to pull over and asked for Kreskin's credstick, he took his time drawing it from his jacket. "As long as nobody minds you cashing out early... I can't exactly float everyone their share. It'll be a tad inconvenient to swing back this way, but," he finished producing the credstick and held it in front of him. "I'm sure whatever you have planned will be worth the inconvenience." He winked and tossed the stick into her lap.
When she got out of the van, and mentioned the suit, Kreskin nodded and shifted into the vacated passenger seat, before Riot pulled away. "I'll give you a buzz when I'm on my way over. Might be a tad late if Peaches can get us into the 5x5. I wanted to get the ball rolling on some things before calling it a night." He then waved as the van pulled away. Kreskin thought it was a bit fortunate that he actually owned a suit, because if he didn't, he'd easily be spending his whole take from this job picking one up - and he wasn't exactly sure why he needed one. As it was, it would mean risking an additional four border crossings - assuming he was going home at the end of the night - but if he was on his own, and traveled lightly, he didn't expect a lot of problems.
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
When Angel asked them to pull over and asked for Kreskin's credstick, he took his time drawing it from his jacket. "As long as nobody minds you cashing out early... I can't exactly float everyone their share. It'll be a tad inconvenient to swing back this way, but," he finished producing the credstick and held it in front of him. "I'm sure whatever you have planned will be worth the inconvenience." He winked and tossed the stick into her lap.
When she got out of the van, and mentioned the suit, Kreskin nodded and shifted into the vacated passenger seat, before Riot pulled away. "I'll give you a buzz when I'm on my way over. Might be a tad late if Peaches can get us into the 5x5. I wanted to get the ball rolling on some things before calling it a night." He then waved as the van pulled away. Kreskin thought it was a bit fortunate that he actually owned a suit, because if he didn't, he'd easily be spending his whole take from this job picking one up - and he wasn't exactly sure why he needed one. As it was, it would mean risking an additional four border crossings - assuming he was going home at the end of the night - but if he was on his own, and traveled lightly, he didn't expect a lot of problems.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:50 pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Only a few minutes after leaving the Chavez mansion, Angel decides to head out. Apparently she lived in the UCAS sector. Since it was easier to just give her the 3,000
then to have to break it down now, when there were other pressing matters. Once Cody had cased her out, Riot pulled over to let her off. "Angel, it was a pleasure doing biz with ya. If you're interested in more part time work like this, I'd more than appreciate you magical specialties. Would you want a call if something comes up?"
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
Only a few minutes after leaving the Chavez mansion, Angel decides to head out. Apparently she lived in the UCAS sector. Since it was easier to just give her the 3,000
then to have to break it down now, when there were other pressing matters. Once Cody had cased her out, Riot pulled over to let her off. "Angel, it was a pleasure doing biz with ya. If you're interested in more part time work like this, I'd more than appreciate you magical specialties. Would you want a call if something comes up?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:51pm | Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Riot’s question. “Of course” she answered, “call me anytime.”
When the van drove off, she took her commlink and called for a cab. In the ride back to her hotel, she searched for one of the better French restaurants to make reservations for 9pm.
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Riot’s question. “Of course” she answered, “call me anytime.”
When the van drove off, she took her commlink and called for a cab. In the ride back to her hotel, she searched for one of the better French restaurants to make reservations for 9pm.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:51pm | Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
A ping on the comm indicates an incoming message from Peaches.
<<I'm a bit tied up at the sec, hon. You need'n to get somethin' sensitive across again?>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:55pm | Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
After what seems like an interminable wait, a taxi arrives. Kim gives the driver her destination, and the woman behind the wheel heads due west.
You search the relevant blogs, social media sites and the Zagat reviews and decide that the place that best suits your need is called Artiste, and is located on the 18th floor of the Heritage building in an area known as The Hub - what used to be downtown Denver.
A ping on the comm indicates an incoming message from Peaches.
<<I'm a bit tied up at the sec, hon. You need'n to get somethin' sensitive across again?>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:55pm | Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
After what seems like an interminable wait, a taxi arrives. Kim gives the driver her destination, and the woman behind the wheel heads due west.
You search the relevant blogs, social media sites and the Zagat reviews and decide that the place that best suits your need is called Artiste, and is located on the 18th floor of the Heritage building in an area known as The Hub - what used to be downtown Denver.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:51pm | Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
"Or do it that way." Wolf said once Kim had gone, not sounding best pleased. "Girl needs to wise up." Shouldering his bag, he jumped out of the back of the van. "There's a place on 72nd and Wadsworth. Drop my share there."
"Or do it that way." Wolf said once Kim had gone, not sounding best pleased. "Girl needs to wise up." Shouldering his bag, he jumped out of the back of the van. "There's a place on 72nd and Wadsworth. Drop my share there."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:30pm | Denver, UCAS]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim sends a text message to Kreskin. Made reservations for dinner, call me if you can’t be at the Omni Interlocken Hotel before 8:30pm.
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow
Kim sends a text message to Kreskin. Made reservations for dinner, call me if you can’t be at the Omni Interlocken Hotel before 8:30pm.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:51 pm | In UCAS, heading towards CAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
<<Riot: @Peaches: Nope, just wondering if you needed a ride back. Thanks for your help tonight, it was a pleasure meeting you.>>
"Looks like Peaches is unavailable. Kreskin you want to do the talking at the border? I've got enough on my mind right now," Riot says, focusing on driving. He wanted to get the van dropped off and divy out his share and buy those components, which were outlined in the designs be was able to find on the matrix.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
<<Riot: @Peaches: Nope, just wondering if you needed a ride back. Thanks for your help tonight, it was a pleasure meeting you.>>
"Looks like Peaches is unavailable. Kreskin you want to do the talking at the border? I've got enough on my mind right now," Riot says, focusing on driving. He wanted to get the van dropped off and divy out his share and buy those components, which were outlined in the designs be was able to find on the matrix.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:51pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
After Wolf takes off too, Kreskin begins to wonder if he's the only one living in the PCC. As long as the van needs to end up back there, eventually, though, he knows he's got a ride. "I hope those two don't mind paying a delivery fee, if all these extra border crossings add up. I guess I can drop of Wolf's take later tonight." He seemed to concentrate for a second. "In faaact, if you add up mine, Angel's and his, that's four-kay. If you're going to hand me one more to look for your new toy, I can just take the larger stick, and break it up when I get the chance. You and Doc would still have to work out how to get your remaining five-hundred from the two-kay stick. I dunno, maybe that doesn't really save us any effort... I'm sure your chop-shop guys can make change, right?"
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
After Wolf takes off too, Kreskin begins to wonder if he's the only one living in the PCC. As long as the van needs to end up back there, eventually, though, he knows he's got a ride. "I hope those two don't mind paying a delivery fee, if all these extra border crossings add up. I guess I can drop of Wolf's take later tonight." He seemed to concentrate for a second. "In faaact, if you add up mine, Angel's and his, that's four-kay. If you're going to hand me one more to look for your new toy, I can just take the larger stick, and break it up when I get the chance. You and Doc would still have to work out how to get your remaining five-hundred from the two-kay stick. I dunno, maybe that doesn't really save us any effort... I'm sure your chop-shop guys can make change, right?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:51pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
"Sure, I don't mind doing the talking." He pulled out his commlink and flicked a finger across the display to start unlocking it. "If Peaches is busy, maybe I'll buzz her later, and see if she wants to check out the five-by-five and get on that order for ya. You interested in tagging along?" He grinned. "I make a decent wingman, ya know."
As the question hung in the air, he began typing out his message to Peaches.
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
"Sure, I don't mind doing the talking." He pulled out his commlink and flicked a finger across the display to start unlocking it. "If Peaches is busy, maybe I'll buzz her later, and see if she wants to check out the five-by-five and get on that order for ya. You interested in tagging along?" He grinned. "I make a decent wingman, ya know."
As the question hung in the air, he began typing out his message to Peaches.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:52 pm | In UCAS, heading towards CAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Well, I'd love to come. But a few minutes past 8:30, I'm gonna crash off this Cram hit I took. Probably not gonna be in the mood to socialize any more than I am now. Yeah, you can take 1000 from me get the goods I asked for. I can reimburse you for anymore that you might need, including covering your costs. I will need that 2k credit stick though. I need to go shopping after we drop that van off." With that, Riot shoots a message over to Kreskin's commlink, with an attachment with some hardware spec's and some pricing figures that work out to about 2000 nuyen.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Well, I'd love to come. But a few minutes past 8:30, I'm gonna crash off this Cram hit I took. Probably not gonna be in the mood to socialize any more than I am now. Yeah, you can take 1000 from me get the goods I asked for. I can reimburse you for anymore that you might need, including covering your costs. I will need that 2k credit stick though. I need to go shopping after we drop that van off." With that, Riot shoots a message over to Kreskin's commlink, with an attachment with some hardware spec's and some pricing figures that work out to about 2000 nuyen.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:52pm | 4923 Billings Street, Denver, UCAS]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
When the message arrives, Kreskin switches programs for a second and scans them in AR. Most of the jargon is lost on him, but the price estimate is not. "Well, if you expect this stuff to come to two-grand, why don't you give me two-grand?" He was pretty sure offering to take the hit for the team's disrespectful entrance was coming back to bite him. He wanted to be a helpful, pleasant guy that the team enjoyed having around, but he wasn't a chump. "If you need a loan, we can probably work something out, but I got expenses of my own, ya know?" He then switched back to his text message, and fired it off.
<<Kreskin: @Peaches: Heard you were busy, but if you're bored later, and still interested in those drinks, gimme a ping. Got some business I'd like to take care of in the 5x5, but I doubt I'm on the 'list'.>>
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
When the message arrives, Kreskin switches programs for a second and scans them in AR. Most of the jargon is lost on him, but the price estimate is not. "Well, if you expect this stuff to come to two-grand, why don't you give me two-grand?" He was pretty sure offering to take the hit for the team's disrespectful entrance was coming back to bite him. He wanted to be a helpful, pleasant guy that the team enjoyed having around, but he wasn't a chump. "If you need a loan, we can probably work something out, but I got expenses of my own, ya know?" He then switched back to his text message, and fired it off.
<<Kreskin: @Peaches: Heard you were busy, but if you're bored later, and still interested in those drinks, gimme a ping. Got some business I'd like to take care of in the 5x5, but I doubt I'm on the 'list'.>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:16pm | On the way to checkpoint 1]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
As they neared the first border-crossing, there was some discussion about where everyone needed to be dropped off, and the decision was made to find a place to make change before they went. After a few minutes, Kreskin spoke up, "Oh! Pull over here." As Riot did, Kreskin pointed to a store front which only looked out of the ordinary in AR. The virtual neon sign out front read "Wrong Rook Pawn", and the building's node had a clear chess theme. The place actually look a bit upscale, at least in AR. "I love pawn shops," Kreskin announced as he hopped out of the van. He waited a moment to see if anyone would join him, and to his surprise, Doc did (maybe she just didn't trust him out of her sight with all that cred), then he leaned back in the van and said to Riot, "We'll just be a sec, how do you want your change?"
A little over a minute later, he returned, with a fistful of credsticks. Doc already had her cut, and informed them that she would be taking her leave before the checkpoint, as well. Kreskni hopped back into the passenger seat and passed a couple to Riot, which came to the two-grand he wanted, but most of them were for himself. "... decided to get some small sticks, since I may need to grease a few palms this weekend."
From there, the two remaining runners crossed over into the CAS sector. At the security checkpoint, Riot and Kreskin exchanged some banter with the guards, ad-libbing some details to their story about what they were up to, while the guards did a cursory scan of their SINs. Kreskin made a great impression on the guards, and seemed like he wouldn't have minded chit-chatting for a while longer, but the queue was building up, so the guards waved them through, smiling and telling them both to have a great night.
At some point along their route in the CAS sector, Kreskin asked Riot to drop him off. "Closest place on our route to where I am going," he said, offering the ork his hand. "Been a pleasure working with you. I'll stay in touch if I have any luck with your special order."
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
As they neared the first border-crossing, there was some discussion about where everyone needed to be dropped off, and the decision was made to find a place to make change before they went. After a few minutes, Kreskin spoke up, "Oh! Pull over here." As Riot did, Kreskin pointed to a store front which only looked out of the ordinary in AR. The virtual neon sign out front read "Wrong Rook Pawn", and the building's node had a clear chess theme. The place actually look a bit upscale, at least in AR. "I love pawn shops," Kreskin announced as he hopped out of the van. He waited a moment to see if anyone would join him, and to his surprise, Doc did (maybe she just didn't trust him out of her sight with all that cred), then he leaned back in the van and said to Riot, "We'll just be a sec, how do you want your change?"
A little over a minute later, he returned, with a fistful of credsticks. Doc already had her cut, and informed them that she would be taking her leave before the checkpoint, as well. Kreskni hopped back into the passenger seat and passed a couple to Riot, which came to the two-grand he wanted, but most of them were for himself. "... decided to get some small sticks, since I may need to grease a few palms this weekend."
From there, the two remaining runners crossed over into the CAS sector. At the security checkpoint, Riot and Kreskin exchanged some banter with the guards, ad-libbing some details to their story about what they were up to, while the guards did a cursory scan of their SINs. Kreskin made a great impression on the guards, and seemed like he wouldn't have minded chit-chatting for a while longer, but the queue was building up, so the guards waved them through, smiling and telling them both to have a great night.
At some point along their route in the CAS sector, Kreskin asked Riot to drop him off. "Closest place on our route to where I am going," he said, offering the ork his hand. "Been a pleasure working with you. I'll stay in touch if I have any luck with your special order."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:16 pm | In the CAS, heading toward the Ironsider Chop Shop]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Alright Kreskin, it's been real. Keep in touch. I had a good time working with you. Real team player. We should meet up, catch a Combat Biker game sometime this week. I think the Rattlers are playing this Saturday at noonish. I should be finished with my project by then and hopefully you'll have my new toys," Riot said, pointing at his jacket.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Alright Kreskin, it's been real. Keep in touch. I had a good time working with you. Real team player. We should meet up, catch a Combat Biker game sometime this week. I think the Rattlers are playing this Saturday at noonish. I should be finished with my project by then and hopefully you'll have my new toys," Riot said, pointing at his jacket.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:16pm | In the CAS, heading toward the Ironsider Chop Shop]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin smiled, "Yeah, I'd like that." When Riot mentioned the gear, he smile faded a bit. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do, but I know less than a dozen people in Denver, and you already know most of them - so I kind of need Peaches to play ball, if I'm going to have any chance of blundering into a guy with a gee-el that fell off of a truck somewhere, this weekend."[/color] He smirks, "If she calls you back, maybe put in a good word for me." He then started to turn away, but stopped. "Oh, if I do hit jackpot, and it costs more than the grand you paid up front, that's probably fine if I'm going to see you on Saturday. If it becomes an issue, I'll give you a ring and have you greenlight any additional expenses."
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi
Kreskin smiled, "Yeah, I'd like that." When Riot mentioned the gear, he smile faded a bit. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do, but I know less than a dozen people in Denver, and you already know most of them - so I kind of need Peaches to play ball, if I'm going to have any chance of blundering into a guy with a gee-el that fell off of a truck somewhere, this weekend."[/color] He smirks, "If she calls you back, maybe put in a good word for me." He then started to turn away, but stopped. "Oh, if I do hit jackpot, and it costs more than the grand you paid up front, that's probably fine if I'm going to see you on Saturday. If it becomes an issue, I'll give you a ring and have you greenlight any additional expenses."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:16 pm | In the CAS, heading toward the Ironsider Chop Shop]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Sounds good. I have some nuyen I can wire through that's non-cred sticked. So if it's urgent, I can transfer it to you fairly quickly. See you on Saturday." Once Kreskin had taken off, Riot headed over to the chop shop.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:21 pm | In the CAS, Ironsider Chop Shop]
Pulling up, Riot waved Clutch down. "Just me chummer," Riot said to Clutch who was trying to peer into the van. Once he got out, they inspected the van as Clutch talked, "Like the diagnostic report showed, the damage is mainly superficial. No structural or sensitive systems were damaged. I can have her ready for you in an hour, maybe two tops. The costs are on the house, but it'd be nice and probably done faster if you added a little grease to the palms."
Sensing Clutch's innuendo, Riot sighed as he handed over one of the 100 nuyen credit sticks that Kreskin had just given him. "Better be done in an hour chummer," Riot said, and headed out to his next destination, one that would going to run him considerably more than 100 nuyen.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:29 pm | In the CAS, CommTech Supplies]
After doing a quick search, Riot noticed the nearest electronics hardware store was CommTech Supplies. Not traditionally a B2C (business to customer) shop, it was a subsidary of Mitsuhama Computer Technologies, or MCT. However, Riot did read one review that said that the staff was helpful and provided the parts needed for the reviewer to fix their commlink without a problem. Figuring it was worth a shot, Riot headed in. Riot's AR feed was pinged a welcome sign and was asked if he needed assistance. Selecting 'Yes', he heard a man's voice saying, "One moment please."
The sales clerk came up to Riot with a skeptical look. After exchanging short pleasantries, Riot asked about some of the new products CommTech was selling. After some small talk to size up the sales clerk, he shared the schmatic of the processor he was trying to make. "I'm looking to do some at home mod's to my comms here. I know you guys don't sell to customers directly, but most commericalized places don't sell the stuff I need. I got some credit sticks here, totaling 1500 for the stuff that I need. I know your prices are higher to customers, but just give me the business rate at 1500 and we'll call it a day. Shit, I'll even write up a review on the matrix saying the customer service, especially...what's your name.. ah Bill is excellent."
Bill smiled, "That would be mighty fine of you to do so. But I'm taking a big risk giving you business rates. If I had a little extra, I don't know, say another hundred nuyen for my troubles, I wouldn't mind processing that through as a business to business sale. But I still what the review up. Be helpful when reviews come around, see if I can't get a pay grade bump. So we have ourselves a deal?"
"We definitely do," Riot said, handing over three credit sticks, a 1000, a 500, and a 100. Bill got the hardware together as Riot wrote up the review of the store. After a brief handshake, Riot returned to the shop.
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith
"Sounds good. I have some nuyen I can wire through that's non-cred sticked. So if it's urgent, I can transfer it to you fairly quickly. See you on Saturday." Once Kreskin had taken off, Riot headed over to the chop shop.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:21 pm | In the CAS, Ironsider Chop Shop]
Pulling up, Riot waved Clutch down. "Just me chummer," Riot said to Clutch who was trying to peer into the van. Once he got out, they inspected the van as Clutch talked, "Like the diagnostic report showed, the damage is mainly superficial. No structural or sensitive systems were damaged. I can have her ready for you in an hour, maybe two tops. The costs are on the house, but it'd be nice and probably done faster if you added a little grease to the palms."
Sensing Clutch's innuendo, Riot sighed as he handed over one of the 100 nuyen credit sticks that Kreskin had just given him. "Better be done in an hour chummer," Riot said, and headed out to his next destination, one that would going to run him considerably more than 100 nuyen.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 7:29 pm | In the CAS, CommTech Supplies]
After doing a quick search, Riot noticed the nearest electronics hardware store was CommTech Supplies. Not traditionally a B2C (business to customer) shop, it was a subsidary of Mitsuhama Computer Technologies, or MCT. However, Riot did read one review that said that the staff was helpful and provided the parts needed for the reviewer to fix their commlink without a problem. Figuring it was worth a shot, Riot headed in. Riot's AR feed was pinged a welcome sign and was asked if he needed assistance. Selecting 'Yes', he heard a man's voice saying, "One moment please."
The sales clerk came up to Riot with a skeptical look. After exchanging short pleasantries, Riot asked about some of the new products CommTech was selling. After some small talk to size up the sales clerk, he shared the schmatic of the processor he was trying to make. "I'm looking to do some at home mod's to my comms here. I know you guys don't sell to customers directly, but most commericalized places don't sell the stuff I need. I got some credit sticks here, totaling 1500 for the stuff that I need. I know your prices are higher to customers, but just give me the business rate at 1500 and we'll call it a day. Shit, I'll even write up a review on the matrix saying the customer service, especially...what's your name.. ah Bill is excellent."
Bill smiled, "That would be mighty fine of you to do so. But I'm taking a big risk giving you business rates. If I had a little extra, I don't know, say another hundred nuyen for my troubles, I wouldn't mind processing that through as a business to business sale. But I still what the review up. Be helpful when reviews come around, see if I can't get a pay grade bump. So we have ourselves a deal?"
"We definitely do," Riot said, handing over three credit sticks, a 1000, a 500, and a 100. Bill got the hardware together as Riot wrote up the review of the store. After a brief handshake, Riot returned to the shop.
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