Billy's comment is met with a big tooth filled grin. "I prefer nothing but the sky above my head." watching the platter filled with bottles pitchers and glasses on its way across the floor, out of the corner of his eye.

Ammon; PAN=Passive [+LTG]; SIN= Michael Smith [Not Broadcasting]

Ammon pulls his drink from the table. He sips the dark red lager, "Ah... O'Malley's Red. Brewed in Everette. A damn good Irish Red Lager."

He looks around, fearing the jovial giant getting loosened up and starting to dance and wondering if the team could stop him if he stopped. Looking into the crowd, he catches sight of the furry girl from earlier and his mind begins to drift from the task at hand....

Vertigo observes the team with a sideways glance. Atlas was right in deed.

I wonder if thats any indication of what we're in for...

She shrugs off her paranoia with a gulp of beer, and meets eyes with the newcomer.

"Glad to have you aboard Hiver."

la la la...stuff and things...la la la...hrm...
"hey Smurfy, lets dance!" grabbing the back of her chair and gently scooting it back from the table, while standing out of his own. "at least until we have a full table..." bowing slightly and extending a massive hand palm up toward her... "at least with me there's no worry of attempting to seduce you...Pretty pointy's been trying to get into my lap since we got here, and you're his type." winking across the table at Billy "Tails, pretty pointy, you dance?" still awaiting Vertigo's hand in acceptance.

Vertigo looks up hesitantly at the massive troll towering above her...

I hope he has good balance...

and takes his massive hand.

"Senior, as the remaining members of our meeting are late and there is a height advantage, all you need do is glance my direction and I shall return with this ravishing young lady." the words from his mouth seem out of place considering his earlier verbalizations. a quick nod toward Lucky and Vertigo is swept up and out toward the gyrating pulsing monsters that has formed on the dance floor. holding her hand and half dancing half walking her out a short distance, before stopping and throwing up some hip action of his own.

"I dance," Billy says with a minty exhalation and a shake of his head, "But not with coworkers, on the clock."

He waves, almost-gone stub of a cigarette leaving a little trail of smoke as he gestures with it. "So the dance floor's all yours, big guy."

"We's not coworkers yet..." winking as he moves away
Whew! all that sitting around was going to make me smash something, at least out here I can loosen up some energy, man too bad I wore sandals...these are not my dancin shoes...at least she's not afraid of me, guess I'm not such a big scarey monster after all...I wish Cassie could be here, oh boy can she dance...focus...focus... closing his eyes and letting the music relax his previously tensed features...

As soon as you show up, you're at work.

Billy's always thought it, even if he doesn't look it right now. His cigarette flares as he finishes it off, lungs filling with sweet-smelling smoke. He reaches to stub out the butt into an ashtray, and somewhere along the way -- he doesn't seem to have reached for one, it just ends up in his grip -- his hand finds a red-labeled bottle of Soybud. He doesn't take a drink yet though, just gets the bottle to work on making condensation rings on the table in front of him as he flops his head back lazily, minty smoke exhaled straight up into the air.

He could almost be asleep, he looks so relaxed. Sprawled out in his chair, chin up and head back, eyes just idly watching the club's light show play out all over the high warehouse ceiling. And this, this right here, Billy considers 'on the clock' enough that he won't dance.

Widget looks from the dancing runners to Lucky with raised eyebrows. "Well I think as a team we seem friendly enough..." She takes a another swig of her drink and waits to see what unfolds next.

Giving Widget a wry grin, Lucky waves the dancing pair back over to the table. Once they've arrived, he addresses the group.

"Thought there was supposed to be another, but null sheen. If he shows, we'll add him in. If not, his loss.

So the general idea is simple. I'm calling in chips to help out with a personal gig."

The music is loud, but Lucky seems fairly proficient with his commlink, augmenting his talking with text sent to those who's comm's are accepting.

Another image arrives for those people accepting them, this one is a collection of charts and numbers, with an attached series of GPS coordinates taken every few seconds.

"These are the bio-signs for Sully. She was killed by some supernatural thing at these coordinates 6 years ago. He flashes a second set of signs, similar in format to the first but with very different numbers.

"These are a second set. They were both being tracked, and when they met..." He motions to the signals as one set abruptly flatlines, vitals falling to zero in a matter of seconds.

"So, our task is to figure out who or what killed Sully, and take them out. I can't guarantee it'll be quick or profitable, which is why I called in personal favors.

Anybody got queries?"

Billy's got his commlink set up to accept incoming signals, but hasn't got his glasses on right now; he'll review itself later. For now, he'll look at the man and listen to his words when he talks. It's the polite thing to do, after all.

"Very first question, just off the top of my head." The elf snatches up his bottle, takes a sip as he figures out how best to phrase his question.

Billy wants very, very, badly to just ask what the fuck he's doing here. He's not a detective, or a doctor, or a para-hunter, or a para-hunting detective doctor. He's an enforcer and a liar. The only thing he brings directly to a monster stalk is the ability to kill things with his hands that might shrug off most normal attacks, but...whew. His attitude lately must've really pissed off Jiang for the old man to toss him this job. Oh well. At least this boogie monster hunt would pass the time, right?

"The coordinates in question, they urban? Local? Or are we talking walk in the woods time, or a jaunt to another 'plex?"

Gqkzzzzzt<Static>; PAN=on-off-on-off [6-65290-00182-5]; SIN= <unknown registry anomoly> [Not Broadcasting]
picking Vertigo up and returning to the table as Lucky motions, sitting in his own chair leaving his dancing partner to hers. he listens to the speech and seems a bit lost without a working commlink to see the attachments through.
waiting for Billy's statement to be finished to it's conclusion before adding his own.
"any rating of experience and level of threat Sully would have been? with someone calling around to get me in yer group I doubt you gots yerself a run o the mill critter. gotta be sumtin worse than they gots on tha books, mebbe sumtin new." knocking the end off his cigar before letting it rest on the table. "you got no pictures do ya? only that biofeed sign thingy? I'm guessin Sully wasn't a pushover and the straight to flat is a surprise?"
pausing and waiting for a response before for interjecting with "yous want it alive so you can take it out? you want it to suffer? or you just want it taken care of?" with the mention of Supernatural the big troll became interested in the conversation and dropped his formerly childlike demeanor, looking to be now excited about the job as opposed to just trying to stay entertained, although if you haven't noticed yet...he is a bit slow on the uptake...and the short dancing stint didn't do much to sway his need for action as his fingers are still tapping the side of his pitcher.

Lucky gestures again, and those watching AR will see an official Seattle Metroplex™ topographical map of the Barrens appear, and zoom it. A red circle indicates an area deep in the center.

"This is the coordinates that were given, to within 5 meters." He seem to take a moment to collect himself before addressing Atlas' question.

"Sully was an experienced operator, and a monster-hunter to boot. She'd been working in the shadows for almost two decades before this. She had alot of experience.

As for information, this was all I got. The people I got this from, however, have more. As for the creature itself, I just want it flat-lined. Nothing fancy, no catching it alive or whatever."

as a demonic smile spreads across his lips more befitting his astral presence than his current more eye appealing form. he picks up what's left of his cigar and rests it within the interior of his denim jacket.
"Lets get to it then..."

"Perhaps the best place to start would be the individuals who took this information. If they were tracking the creatures biosigns, they must have placed a biomonitor on it which means they are familiar with it at least. What relationship do you have with the group that you got this information from?"

The killing frost of winter which gave Hiver his coloring and namesake, could not be further from the bodyguard's warm voice. He had taken this favor in hopes of getting closer to a man with enough connections to keep him busy until he decided to retire, but now the calling of the mystery, a murdered woman and a six year cold trail beckoned to him. That plus the young Johnson's emotional connection to the woman, brought the story to life.

Either he was close to her or he is close to the target, which doesn't change much for us.

"Also, profitability aside, there is the question of expenses. Are there methods you would prefer that we use or not use, to generate funding for any foreseeable expenses?"

Well this could certainly get interesting...

Vertigo mulls over the information while trying to catch her breath. She glances back at Hiver and nods in agreement.

"I agree with Hiver. The most dangerous part about this job is how little we know about the entity, right?" She turns back to face Lucky. "If these 'people' you speak of have more info, we'll need to get our hands on it. The next question is: how willing are they to share?"

She felt somewhat relieved, at least a little. Her role in the group seemed questionable up to this point (and hunting monsters was even farther out of her realm of expertise).

But acquiring things that others were unwilling to part with? That was right up her alley...

Listening to the others concerns in turn without interupting "Smurfy, has a direction there if they could track it once they can track it again, tis tha only way to know if its da right one. Ifin they don' wanna play nice we gots a way ta gets what we want?"
this was looking up but...its no fun knowing everything about the enemy before going out and getting dirty...guess we'll have to fight it out in the open, the only way to be fair.
"We don' haffa get everything just have them tell us where it is and let me at him, ifin they don' know then I kin start follow from where it used ta be. that's the only real way to know what yer up against, jump in and start swimmin, too many things pretend to be sumthin else, gets you the wrong Idea nad prepared for the weak when you get his with the strong." patting his left shoulder as he speaks that last bit, a memory from a distant time

Up to this point, Ammon had been more like his brother Atreus; Watching and listening. Thinking.

Supernatural being killed Sully. Signals from Sully and the being, but no pictures or substantial data. He thinks to ask the question but Vertigo beat him to the punch. He did have a few questions he hadn't heard, "You say Sully was experienced. Was she awakened? Was she hunting it? Was she bait? Was she working with the people who recording this data?"

So many questions.... We need to understand the scene and the hunter to make it our prey...

Billy lets everyone else get their questions in and reaches into his jacket. Out come his smartglasses, mirror-tinted and chrome framed, sleek and ridiculously expensive. Rather than outright put them on, he hums a little to himself and just holds them at arm's length and looks down at them like he's reading, index finger manipulating the frame's flywheel and scrolling through the provided data. He ignores the pop-up advertisements that blink into life concerning the chip-labeled drinks around the table, and squints down at the info Lucky's been broadcasting.

Well, at least it was urban. His free hand strays into his jacket again and comes out with his smokes. One gets tossed, unlit, to rest between his lips as he peers down at the map entry, placing roads in his head. Middle of Fuck-Youville. Yup. Plenty urban.

does it matter how she was killed? if its contagioous then we're gonna have to kill her too, and if its not to take a hunter by surprise...it's well...more fun than most people can handle... shifting in his seat to pull out a commlink, the big troll tries pushing a button on the side apparhently a little bit too hard and pieces of plastic skitter across the table and through the air into Vertigo's lap and hair, before a sheepish look dons his face and he puts what's left of it back in his pocket...

Widget winces at the sound of the plastic cracking and a pained look passes across her face as the comm drops out of the hum of the machine spirits all around her. Shaking her head slightly, she jumps into the discussion. "As for more information, I can handle that angle. If the info is somewhere in the resonance then I can find it. Should we assign out some tasks? Or do a regroup after everyone has had a chance to shake their trees for more information?"

Lucky tries to field the questions as they come, answers for some coming quicker then others.

"The group that I got this from is a little company near Bellevue that develops new types of plastics. Interesting, neh? My relationship with them is well, let's say neutral to hostile. Most of it depends on how clear a look they got at my face last time.

As for expenses, I'm fine with pretty much everything that doesn't take advantage of people that are already poor.

I don't know if you're going to be able to track it from where it was...all my info is years old." He looks quizzically but hopefully at the troll. "Can you track from that far back?"

"And yes, Sully was Awakened, an adept. I don't know if she was bait, but she had obviously been compromised if they were tracking her location and bio-signs. I know she wasn't working with the group that did this."

He chuckles, a bit strained, as Widget's proposes plans. "Actually, I know that all the information about this is on a system that's off the 'net. You might be able to grab info about the company, but the specifics I think we need are in that closed system.

Vertigo smiles warmly at Widget.

"Looks like we're going to get to know each other. Infiltration is my forte but hacking deffinately is not..."

Ammon listens as Lucky continues. When Vertigo states her vocation, he nods. I wonder if she also is in Atreus' class in hand to hand?

"I will bind more otherworldly assistance for the tasks ahead." Then looking back to Lucky, "I assume you consider them our primary target for additional information then?"

Billy can't keep the cigarette between his lips for long without lighting it -- that's kind of the whole point, isn't it? -- so as he pipes up he's slipping a hand into his pocket again and retrieving the hard-chromed lighter he'd used earlier.

"That's Halloweener turf, last I heard. Star roughed 'em up a bit, but the burn-boys don't fade out real easy." As if summoned by the mention of that notorious gang, the small jet of fire sprouts from the end of his lighter and starts the cigarette up. "But that's micro. Small scale. On the bigger side of things, the whole area's Russian turf. The 'Weeners might like fire more than most, but those Vory guys are just outright nuts if they get crossed. We should be alright if we keep a low profile with any questions we ask the locals, but we'll want to make it clear to them we're not tryin' to pull any biz they'd consider their own thing. If we run into 'em during any legwork, our best bet is probably just to be up front about what we're actually doing there, I think."

He exhales, slowly, the mint lingering in the air around him. His lip is curled a bit despite the sweetness of the cigarette, though. It's almost like the idea of telling the truth to ex-Soviet thugs is distasteful to him. "This stuff with Sully went down six years ago. In terms of that neighborhood, that's forever. The Russians won't care about us digging up anything that old, they weren't involved in the area back then and shouldn't have any reason to be pissed at us for asking around."

"Gotta say, though, boss." It feels a little weird, calling a kid like Lucky his boss, but Billy doesn't let it show. "Six years, that's a long time to more folks in that neighborhood than the Vory guys that pull the strings. An area like that, and these last six years we've had? That's a dozen lifetimes. There might not be many folks still around who'll remember much from six years ago. Especially ones that happened to see anything worth remembering."

He sucks in another lungful, lets it out between his teeth. "That off-net system sounds like it might have a little better odds, even it's light years away from my area of expertise, personally, to tap into. I mean, I'm a word-of-mouth kind'a guy, but six years is..."

He shakes his head, almost sighs. "Six years is a long time for those streets to remember one person dying."

shaking his head sadly "I doubt it would lead us anywhere, I was hoping we'd have more recent Ideas of where it had been." eyes darting around "so we break in hook up one of them gadgets, open up the systems head and suck out the brains? then we'll know were to go? and then we can track it right?"

Vertigo raises an eyebrow and shoots a sideways glance at Atlas.

Open up the system's head and suck out the brains?!? Even his metaphors for a data steal sound violent!

As..."charming"... as the big guy was, his methods were far too direct for her taste. She'd spent her whole life avoiding trouble. Growing up on the rough streets of Redmond, teenage prostitution and latin gangs were about the only options she'd had until she discovered her abilities. Hidding in the shadows wasn't just a means to an income, it was a means of survival...

"So Lucky, you've hit this plastics company before? How good is thier security? What will we be up against if we decide to hit em again? Is this a job Widget and I can swing while Billy works the locals or do we need to go in heavy with the whole team?

She swallows the last of her beer, and prays its not the later.

What is this guys connection to Sully anyway?

It wasn't his fault being the biggest and the strongest, the years of action in a world too small for him have forced itself to instill him the strength and power to survive. no one was there to teach him to hide, so he must survive anything thrown at him, and having survived dangers other deemed impossible did give him the tact of a sledgehammer, the only person that didn't show him violence and cruelty was her so of course his mind understands violence. but at least he tried...
"if we go in hot, how long do would we have until they start disagreeing with us?" bouncing his right leg up and down unthinking, a sign of restlessness, had it only been a few moments and already his need for action was showing itself. "I can track it, regardless of how long, the earth never forgets one of its own, but it won't do no good since you don't wanna know where it was, you just want to know where it is...when do we hit the offline storage?"

Widget nods and returns the warm smile. "That's good to hear, I'm great with machines but from there it gets a little dicey." Turning back to Lucky she continues her questions. "Seems like you know the company we're dealing with, care to share a name or are we waiting for a more private locale? Also the matter of financing this job still remains..."

Lucky seems a bit disappointed that Atlas doesn't have some easy magical fix to the problem, but he shakes it off.

"I've hit the company before, just a few days ago, in fact. Thermo-Optic Plastics, TOP for short. Their security was pretty tight, but I had someone running overwatch for me, and once I patched him into the system, he was able to open alot of doors. From what I found, I'd expect security to be much tighter. I can tell you that when I visited, there was pretty much complete camera surveillance of the floors, manned 24-7, with a small contingent of guards physically patrolling.

A couple of the rooms were warded, and based on the reaction I got, I assume the mojo-man attached to the wards was paying attention. Things went red-line as soon as I bumped into one of them. They've got some drones that come out when things go hot, at least two flying ones. Of course, those went down, and I don't know if they bought more yet.

Can't tell you what they might have upgraded security with recently, unfortunately.

As for financing, that's where we get to think outside the box. We'll be funding this little campaign the same way most of us make our living. This time, however, we'll be the ones choosing the targets, how much risk, and how much reward.

That compile for everyone?"

Vertigo turns to the group.

"Is it just me, or does that security sound a little extreme for a small corp that develops plastics?"

Ammon replies to Vertigo with a smile, "I would say it confirms the lie." Getting a little more serious and looking back to Lucky, "Let me ask my question a different way. Were you able to find out anything on the people who used Sully? Being that it was six years ago, they may no longer be affiliated with this corp. I find that people are much easier to get information from that machines." Glancing to Widget with a tone of sincerity, "No offense intended."

He glances over at the waiting message from his brother:
<<@Ammon [Atreus] Remember that stupid rat shaman who used to have a quickened levitate spell?>>

He wouldn't!!...... Ok, maybe he might..... Yea, he would....

<<@Atreus [Ammon] Point, counter-point. Look, I think this current deal is gonna keep me tied up for a few days. Nothing too drastic, but I'm gonna need to get some office supplies. I may be temp'ing at multiple locations.>>

He then turns back to Lucky again, "A few days ago. The place is gonna still be hot and alerts running high.."

The big troll closes his eyes for a moment and his fidgety nature seems to slowly fade, when he opens his eyes he returns to the matter at hand listening intently but obviously concentrating on something else.

"With them being all riled up, I'd say it's not the best idea to send in just a few folks to check out TOP. One guy named Lucky couldn't sneak in on his own, and they've only tightened things up since his brief visit. I don't see two folks ghosting in and out of there hitch-free, or just a few of us doing so hot against their beefed-up security in a fight, no offense intended." Billy says it all matter-of-factly, and flashes a smile with the little disclaimer at the end that makes it tough to take any of it as an insult. He is, after all, essentially volunteering to go along with that statement.

He glances down at his smartglasses again, squinting at them as they lay on the table in front of him, next to his still-ignored beer. From this far out he can't read the text, but he can see the blurry smudges of color that make up the bio-monitor displays.

"And, boss, I gotta ask -- have you shown any of those biometric read outs to a pro, to see if the nasty's stats match up to anything already on the books? Vampires or banshees or ghouls or whatever? I know there's folks out there that make a living just hunting paracritters, any chance one of them might be able to give you a hint or two based on these numbers?" He glances around the table, eyebrows up in question. "Or any of you know much about it? Or know anyone that might be handy to show this stuff to, for an opinion?"

"No idea about the people. I got in, was able to get these, and then had to pull out. And yeah, its still going to be a little hot.

I figured we'd give it a few more days to cool down while we focus on financing."

"But it sounds like everyone's in, so we'll take this somewhere a little more private. 2 hours?" he says, rising from the table.

In AR the tab is quickly paid by your erstwhile Johnson, and a bouncing house icon appears on everyone's commlink << Pick me! Pick me! >> The origin is signed Lucky.

Outside the club, Lucky climbs into an obviously customized step van, giving everyone a few seconds to pile outside to see who needs a ride. The interior of the van seems split between cargo / sitting space and a bank of electronic equipment and racks, though empty, that look appropriate for drones, benches obviously troll modded.

The caravan of vehicles that heads out doesn't stay together for long, with everyone going their various ways with plans to meet up at the designated time.

2 hours later finds everyone standing in front of a dilapadated warehouse near the Tacoma docks. Windows are busted out and boarded over, but the warehouse has a solid looking fence surrounding the small plot.

Inside, the building has one large cargo door, and two smaller doors for entry and exit. The majority of the space is open, sans a small area in the back that's separated with cheap construction plastic walls into 3 offices, a storeroom, and a bathroom.

Everything is relatively clean, but obviously old and not often repaired or used. Lucky, standing in the middle of the space and looking around, grins and motions with both arms.

"So, what do we think?"

Vertigo dismounts from her bike, leaving it parked near Lucky's step van. She pulls two large duffle bags from the back of her Mirage and dumps them unceremoniously on the concrete floor near where Lucky is standing. She walks a small circle in the open area, looking around, and then turns to Lucky with an inquisitive expression on her face.

"Well I've certainly seen worse...is this just a safe place to talk, or will we be living here for the duration of the job?'

While she awaits his answer she continues to study the building, her trained eye seeking out security features and weaknesses, noting entry and exit points and looking for places an intruder (or defender) could hide during an assault. Large open areas tended to make her a little nervous...

just like a scene from Jurassic park, the ground tremors in a rhythmic fashion, before a large man ducks swiftly through the door carrying a metahuman sized bag strapped across one shoulder.
"Oi Smurfy, Lucky."

Ammon arrives on his motorcycle with just a backpack of stuff. Following the others in, he looks around the warehouse. A little big for my taste.. How am I going to keep all this under a ward?

Nodding in agreement with Vertigo and Atlas he then looks to Lucky. "I can ward the office areas and put watchers on patrol. How are we set for power, bunks and refrigeration?"

The Suzuki isn't quite stock -- there's a few cosmetic modifications, in addition to the rear wheel shroud that keeps the rider from being dragged to his death by the tails of his longcoat getting snagged -- but Billy hasn't done any of the work himself. Mirages are so popular with go-gangs and street racers it's hard to tell what a stock model looks like, anyways, and it's just lucky for him that means there's plenty of folks with the mechanical know-how to tweak it up. As quick and nimble as his fingers and mind might be concerning just about everything else, the simple fact is the elf goes all thumbs and stupidity when it comes to working on vehicles.

It's obvious -- just as it was when the group was scattering from the club a few short hours ago -- that his awkwardness under a hood (so to speak) doesn't carry over to his ability to drive one, however. Shen had gotten started in the business running packages across town and doing short distance smuggling gigs that only the fastest bikes could handle, and it shows. Even when he's got no good reason to, like the simple process of driving down a street and showing up at a Tacoma safehouse, he can't help but do it too fast, corner with textbook perfection, speed right up until he slams the breaks at the last second to stop just so.

But once he swings one lanky leg up and over and ambles inside, he's all slouching and strolling, laid back and lazy as can be. Watching him drive, you'd think he had every Shedim in the world on his ass. Watching him walk, you'd think he wasn't on a job.

He's wearing the same rumpled, comfortable, suit he had on at the club, but it's topped off by a drab brown longcoat. One hand carries a black leather messenger bag, the other concerns itself with the multiple steps involved in monodextrously fishing himself a smoke and lighting it up.

"Nice digs," he says to no one in particular, flashing nods and smiles of greeting to those already here.

Widget makes her way from the club back to her studio. She pauses for a moment in front of her closet and slelects an assortment of clothes for the next few days. Satisfied with her choices she quickly scoops up her working clothes from the other night and stuff them into the satchel. She makes a passing effort at cleaning the room up, just in case a friend ends up flopping while she's gone. Reaching out once again she connects to Mr. BoBo's PAN.

<< Me again, can you let my uncles know that I'll be relocating for a bit on this job for Lucky and they can reach me via the usual methods. Thanks! >>

She hefts the strap of her back across her torso and locks the door behind her. Making her way back to lift, she steps aside as another gaggle of altered Changlings stumble out making their way to the cots. She smiles and squeezes hands with a few that she knows. She accesses the security panel on the lift keying in her code to get to the private garage in the sub-basement below the club. She places her finger in the small opening, tensing as she feels the slight pin prick from the DNA scanner. Sticking her finger in her mouth as the light flashes green and the lift begins its descent.

She steps from the lift and allows the sight of her van to fill her with joy. This was the favor that she was paying back. Her baby was new and loaded, in no small part to Lucky's efforts on her behalf. She pauses for a moment and pulls the van into her mind. She thrills at the hum and pulse of all the drones on board. Walking towards the back, with a quick mental push the doors open. Stepping up and into the interior, she quickly stows her gear and looks over the drones on their racks and ready to go. She checks the supplies in the AutoDoc and the ammo bins for the combat drones. Just touching everything gives her a sense of pleasure, this was her mobile command center - she was set. Hopping into the drivers seat she pulls out and makes her way out of the garage and onto to the street.

The drive over was easy maybe even a little boring but she still varied her route, making sure she had no tail on her before pulling up to the warehouse, pulling in though the large cargo doors. Giving a little bleat from the horn as she parks. Grabbing her satchel, she pops out the back door of the van waving as she exits. She looks around the place and reaches back into the van. Opening a storage chest, she pulls out her camping gear and locks it back up. "It ok if I pitch a tent next to my baby here?"

As people pull in, Lucky continues to look proud at the acquisition.

"Got it just like this, all free and clear...mostly.

Anyway, I was thinking it'd be the perfect place to make our command center for the duration of the job."

"Tents are fine, I think we've got plenty of space." He takes a moment to admire the van parked next to his own.

He waves in greeting to Atlas as he strolls in, and nods to Ammon.

"Wards sound great, just make sure we can all get in and out. As for bunks, that's still a bit up in the air, but there's space in the offices we can turn into rooms, or something. No refrigeration yet, but there's plenty of power, I've got someone keeping an eye on that."

He strolls over to one wall near the two doors, and works several levers on a panel. A series of soft electric thumps fill the warehouse as banks of industrial light panels fill the interior to daylight standards.

as the group begins to assemble the large airy space of the warehouse seems to give the big lug a bit of easiness unlike the in the club. his sandals hooked through two fingers barefoot on the cemet floor, nodding toward lucky as he looks around"roof door?"

Vertigo wistles as Widget's van pulls in.

"Nice ride, girl!"

She reaches into one of her bags and produces a white noise generator. She looks around for somewhere to place it, but in the end settles on an open area of the floor near by where everyone is congregating.

"Hope you all don't mind, but one can never be too careful!" She flips on the small device and a low hum fills the room. "From the looks of this place we're going to need a lot of financing to get this job off the ground."

She smiles at Lucky to take the edge off her remark.

Don't want to burst his bubble...

Ammon looks over at his bike as Billy's bike joins his and Vertigo's. Then, seeing Widget arrive in a van he breaths a sigh of relief, I was beginning to wonder if we were gonna have our own go gang. Would have made it a little hard for most runs.

As he looks around the wide open warehouse, he imagines the possibilities.... and the time and money required to exploit those possibilities. He then looks around at the various team members as they arrive:

The troll whose appearance is astral is much closer to a horror than his mundane appearance. He is quite a mystery. Not sure I really want to understand the truth of that.

Widget, the young elf whose astral self tells a story about her that is even more interesting to Ammon than the troll. I have only once before came across a one of her ability. I'm glad she's on our side...

Billy and Vertigo are both magical as well. I wonder if either can summon or sling spells. I'll need to spend some time discussing their abilities to that we can coordinate later. Would do no good to be caught off guard.

All that is left is the elven street sam.

Internally he sighs as Vertigo mentions the cost to flesh out the warehouse then looks over at Lucky. That he is. Yes, that he is.

Billy glances around for a spot to settle down; in the end he does so by just tossing his synthleather courier bag down, seemingly at random. There's a clank from inside that's enough to tell you it's not full of clothes -- big surprise there, a Shadowrunner with goodies in a bag instead of undies. He leans against the wall, left hand jammed into his pocket and right pointing his two cigarette-holding fingers in Vertigo's direction.

"Just as a heads up, but you an' Lucky are gonna want to stay close, especially at night. The locals are a bunch that aren't real tolerant of sapien-sapien types, group of schmucks that call themselves the Ragers." He grins a bit, lets out some minty smoke. "And the rest of us need to make sure our ears are showing, if we run into 'em. Avoid any unpleasant mix ups."

"On the subject of finances, though..." He takes another drag, as he looks around the place, taking in the size and how that size just makes it look even more empty. "Any chance we can turn a hit against POT into a profitable job? Do our own datasnatch and something for someone else, all at once? Seems like two birds, one stone, might be a handy way to make a couple noo."

Vertigo meets Ammon's gaze with look of understanding. She takes out her commlink and sends a message to Lean Geoffrey.

Stupid English prick...

<<[Geoffrey] Some friends are in need of funds. If you have any buyers, I can provide. Contact me via the usual channels. [Vertigo]>>

She turns to Billy, commlink still in hand.

"Thanks for the info, Billy. I'll make sure they see me as a dwarf, or don't see me at all...

"I like your idea about hitting TOP, for a couple of reasons. Newyen is good, but we might be able to garner some other info too- security pass keys, names, schedules, stuff we can use when the time comes. We'll have to be careful about raising any more security at that Bellevue site though. Maybe best to hit other locations, or shipping maybe?"

She finishes her text and sends.

"Either way, one thing's for sure- we need to put some eyes on that facility..."

She cocks her head toward Widget and her shiney green van.

Wonder what she's got in that thing...

Two hours, should be more than enough time...

With the group departing to the winds, Hiver gives a departing nod to his fixer and leaves the club. Realizing that his choice of attire, though quite eye-catching at the Looking Glass would prove inappropriate for work, he heads home.

Home is a comfortable apartment with sharp, crisp lines. Every item in its place. The tall bodyguard could close his eyes and navigate the apartment flawlessly, knowing the exact placement of every piece of furniture and accessory. There were times when his need for order had meant the difference between his life and death.

Setting aside several outfits that could be mixed and matched to provide a broad selection, he folds each item and places it within his duffel bag. Between layers of clothing, goes his work gear. There were items packed that he hoped he wouldn't need to use, and many which he knew he would need. It was unlikely that he would have another chance to stop by the apartment before the job was over, so it was better to cover every possibility.

When he arrives at the warehouse, Hiver looks around.

"It's very open. There should be plenty of space for me to do my part without stepping on anyone else's toes. I will admit to not bringing a sleeping bag though.

"Let's see to work first, we can always make a run to the store for items later."

He sets his bag down near Widget's van and moves over to the rest of the team. The warehouse was big enough, they could easily get to the point where they would need to shout at each other to be heard.

Lucky laughs as the varied statements come in regarding the location.

"I know it's not much, but I know it's been abandoned and off the grid for the better part of a decade, so we shouldn't be bothered by anyone legit.

I've got no ideas about financing. TOP doesn't have much in the way of physical valuables laying around, just a couple of nano-forges which are a bit big to swipe.

I guess we could all hit our respective fixers and see what they come up with?"

Djinni - Lucky does seem to give a moment of pause as he realizes nobodies answering your question, and thinks for a moment.

"I don't remember seeing roof access when I was up there. A few of the others have been looking around though, anybody else seen a way to get to the roof from inside?"