After everyone else introduces themselves, Old Wolf feels their eyes turn to him, focusing on him, like wolves staring down prey. If he had haunches right now they would be raised in defense.

Shaking off the weight of their combined gaze, Old Wolf clears his throat before opening his mouth,

"You all can call moi Old Wolf, or Wolf, or whate'er takes yoor ficher fancy. I am a woodsman, I find reagents fo' enchantin'. I am a druide, a magi as some say, and I use my skills fo' takin' down spi'its an critters, or whate'er gets in my way," he says with a gruff voice, not really looking at anyone in particular before turning his attention to JD, "Oh, an I 'ope yoor dogs can deal with a wolf bein' around."

JD just sits back and laughs. "If they were barking, it's 'cause I told'm to keep an eye on the truck. They know when to keep quiet." He then turns to Old Wolf. "You got nothin' to work about."

"Ah, magic will be nice considering we're delving into the unknown." Vixen watches the banter for a while before deciding she needs to leave and get ready before morning.

"Well, Lady and gentlemen. I shall depart and get ready for our trip. I'll meet you at the airport; aiming to be there about two hours early to get situated in."

If no one else has any questions she departs out of the room and back to the bar. She just had a little unfinished business to take care off before going home.

"Hello again. By the way, if you see Marc could you pass him this comm number? I'm going out of town for the next few days and I might not be able to return his calls, but I would like to keep in touch." Vixen waited a few moments for the bartender to react before jotting down the number. She slides it over, nodding to the few locals checking her out again and departs into the parking lot.

Longshot nods at Vixen's parting comment "I should be going also." she says hastily, grabbing some meats from the table with little concern for decorum or etiquette, and leaving almost on Vixen's heels, giving the rather distinct impression that she either wants to follow Vixen, or not be in the room with the other two.

Following Vixen doesn't seem to be her intent though, as she passes right by the other woman as she asks the barman to pass on her number. She glances around at the others in the bar, but only with her eyes, keeping her head forward so no one would be able to notice her glancing.

Once safely back at her bike, she takes some time to calm her breathing, unable to suppress the old fear from being surrounded by so many men. She had little real fear of them, knowing she could have defended herself quite well in there, but that didn't stop her body from responding with fear. She toys with the idea of taking something to calm her nerves, but decides against it. Instead she glances around surreptitiously before lowering her mask for a moment to pop a couple pieces of the meat she'd snagged into her mouth, covering her face again quickly. Starting up the engine, she begins to head out of town, gas for her cabin in tow, chewing the meat slowly with her sharp teeth. "Dogs, a wolf, a fox, and me..."

20:25 Randy Beaver - main bar

The bartender chuckles and receives the comm number. "No problem, missy. Have a good trip."

20:26 Randy Beaver


JD gives the women a minute to leave before heading out himself. He walks up to the bar and motions for the bartender.

"Does the airport have a safe place to park my truck or do I need to make alternate arrangements?"

20:26 Randy Beaver

The bartender reaches below the bar and brings up a laminated card. "There's a lot by the marina. Costs a few nuyen a day. Put this on the dash and you should be OK for no charge and no trouble."

The card has a picture of two black and white dogs on it. JD recognizes the breed as border collie.

20:26 Randy Beaver

JD gives a bit of a quizzical look at the bartender, "I'm not gettin' myself inta somthin' I need to think twice about am I?"

20:27 Randy Beaver

The bartender laughs. "Chummer, I can't help you figure that out."

21:15 Matrix node address provided by Félix

[OOC: this post doesn't preclude further role play at the bar, earlier]

(A) Up-front payment of 12,000 nuyen is available for transfer

(B) Contact info for Félix -- unlisted LTG number

© Local town: Attawapiskat 52° 55' 30" N 82° 25' 30"W
-population ~3000, primarily Cree
-new development being built westwards along "monument channel" of Attawapiskat River
-airport, dock facilities
-supplied by air, water in warm seasons, primarily by ice roads in winter
-Chief: Daniel Nakogee -- office in main administration building, centre of town
-Police Chief: Thomas Soloman (Nishnawbe-Aski Police Service) -- police station, adjunct to main administration building

(D) Victor Mine: 52° 50' N 83° 56' W
-DeBeers Omnitech (division of Universal Omnitech)
-opened 2008 as an open pit diamond mine
-pretty well used up by 2020, but new technique, following pipes with earth spirits and opening with chemical explosive fracturing has made viable again
-brief flurry of activity during orichalcum rush
-contact: James Billman - environmental impact officer (EIO) -- office in corporate building in town -- unlisted LTG number provided
-security chief: Bill "Lone Wolf" Ogema -- office at mine site
-missing managers:
(1) Karl de Jongh - accountant -- last seen Sunday, 15 September ~19:30 in his office in town
(2) Norman Marsh - maintenance chief -- last seen Friday, 21 Septemeber ~ 16:30 in his office at the mine
(3) Connie Copegog - chief engineer -- last seen Tuesday, 25 September ~ 11:30 leaving mine shaft

JD gives the bartender a look that says, 'Figured as much.'

"There any pet friendly places around here for the night? Figure there might be with all the hunters bringing their dogs. If not maybe a decent place to camp?"

"Yeah, couple of doors north of here, my aunt runs a place, 65 nuyen a night and a good breakfast for you and your dogs."

"You've been a big help. Thanks."

JD walks out the bar making sure to tip another 25Y to the bartsnder just for the help. Once outside he takes a look at this truck and takes the time to give each dog a good scratching. He then pulls the truck out and drives just up the road to the motel(?) and finds a place to park.

He opens his Comm to see if there is an ARO for the motel even though he doubts it. First though he needs to let the dogs down from the truck and let them do their business, making sure to clean it up.

20:50 In front of "Auntie May's Rooming House"

No ARO appears, but a really good smell comes from the restaurant. The dogs are very interested. JD, make an olfactory Perception Test.

{OOC - Int 5 + Perception 3 = 8d6 (8d6.hits(5)=2)}

2125 - Vixen House

Vixen pulls into the garage of her house after an uneventful trip back from town. Her thoughts were on the job and she spent time memorizing the materials Felix put up in the nod. Vixen already speculated who could be doing it but guessing now might hamper the payday she was hoping to get. After all, living in the shadows requires extensive amounts of money. Once the garage door is secure she runs a security check from her PAN. Nothing unusual happen while she was gone. No attempts to breach the security of the house and nothing on the video monitors. She shakes her head and moves up to the living room dropping her coat into a chair but keeping the pistol secure on her belt. Food is already prepare for her thanks to the luxuries of modern technology. Just order what you want from the road and show up to eat it. While munching on soy meat strips she pulls out her gear and inventories. She packs what she is going to need and checks her weapons, stripping them down and oiling them up.

After all the preparation, she strips down for for a quick shower and hits the sack. She was getting up early to move everything to her vehicle so she would be able to leave for the airport. She drifts wondering how things will turn with the new team. Only one way to find out when they get to their destination...

20:50 in front of "Auntie May's"

It smells like a pot roast.

The smell of pot roast makes his already full stomach growl. Spending most of his days out in the woods meant savoring those times he could get some good home cooking. Real home cooking, not that soy BS others were eating and thinking was food. Scratchin' Queen behind the ear he looks down at all three of the dogs.

"Too bad I already ate, huh. Maybe I can get you guys some of the good stuff. We'll see. I know you want good food when you're not workin', now Stay. "

JD motions for the dogs to lay under the truck. He then makes his way to the front door of the rooming house. He sticks his head in,

"Hello?"

20:51 Auntie May's Rooming House

A well-padded woman of middling years answers JD's call. She wipes her hands in her apron and holds out one to shake hands. She glances at the clock on the wall, one of those circular antiques you don't see many of anymore. "Hello there, boy. I'm Auntie May. Come on in! I got a roast just outta the oven and all the fixin's for a good meal for a hungry lad. Are you here for dinner or would you like a room t'night as well?"

The front room is a small dining room, just a few tables. A couple are occupied by single, young men, rough around the edges but eating heartily and trying their best behaviour. Auntie May seems to have that effect on her clients. If she's not your mother, you wish she were.

20:52 Auntie Mays Boarding House

JD takes off his old tattered baseball hat and holds it down at his side. He takes a step inside to close the door.

Nodding his head, "Hello Ma'am, names JD and is does smell awful good, but I'm afraid I already ate over at your nephews place. I am looking for a room for the night for me and my dogs. and maybe a good meal for them. We're headed up-country tommorow and I always like to relax and give them a treat before we have to rough it."

20:53 Auntie May's Boarding House

"Alright, then. I have a large room for you and your pets, 65 nuyen covers the room and breakfast. I'll toss in some of the cuttings from the roast for your friends."

If that suits JD, she shows him and his 'friends' the room. It is spacious and comfortable, like Auntie May, and she brings a big bowl of water and ends from the roast for the dogs.

"There's an alarm clock if you need it. Top drawer." How quaint! "Breakfast is from 7 to 9. See you then. Good night."

JD pays for the room, no problem.

Thank'ya kindly and good night.

One the message arrives he takes his time to look over it. He makes sure he downloads the latest topographical maps and geological surveys for the area and everything within 100 miles. After reviewing the data he gets some shut eye, setting the alarm for 0500.

Despite the fact that she doesn't really need to pick anything up from her cabin, she decides to return there after the meet, if for no other reason than to drop off the fuel that she bought in town 'and maybe bring some of the meat if it is dried enough.' she thinks, having finished off the handful she took from the meet before long, her teeth well adapted to cutting her food quickly.

The three hour ride gives her plenty of time to consider what sort of things might be taking these manager types. Plenty of creatures could be snatching them in that area, but it is odd that they weren't seen, and only managers have been targeted. Even if it wasn't another corp, it meant whatever they were after was most likely smart, and that made things much more difficult, both because it would be harder prey, and because she wasn't exceptionally fond of killing intelligent things.

About the only thing that she can find consistent was that they were all last seen at half past the hour, but that was likely coincidence and rounding at work.

She continues to mull it over after reaching her cabin, double checking that her camera hasn't been tampered with, the only thing that remained on at all times while she was away. It remained offline until it detected any sort of movement, and then went online and contacted her. Perhaps not fool proof, and it would take time to respond to any sort of trouble, but her extreme seclusion alone ensured that burglars weren't a problem.

She throws a critical eye over the smoking meat, and is pleased to see that it wwill be ready by the time she leaves in the morning. After removing her gear and placing her rifle near her, she curls up on the carpet in front of the fire to get a few hours rest before she has to prepare for the long journey back to the airport.

05:00 Saturday Morning 1 October 2072 -- New Liskeard

JD's alarm wakes him. The sky is hinting at dawn. It looks like it will be a clear morning.

0501 Auntie Mays Boarding House
Comm Mode- Hidden


JD heads out, taking the dogs for a good morning jog. He keeps it light letting the dogs trot beside him. Finding a small park he gives the dogs free reign to play and wrassle around a bit. He also goes through the morning training regime. After he gets back to the Boarding House he takes his time to recheck his gear. He has just enough time to take a nice hot shower before heading downstairs to breakfast at 0700. The smell of eggs and bacon inviting him in.

06:59 Auntie May's, New Liskeard

Eggs and bacon? Plus toast and pancakes and jam and syrup! How come you have to pay hundreds of nuyen for a meal like this in the city?

{OOC: It is cheaper when you can go straight to the producer or you have the ability to do it yourself. Of course they have Soy Bacon now so why not in 2072}

07:15 Saturday 1 October 2072 New Liskeard, AMC

The peaceful awakening of the town is harshly broken by the whine of decelerating jet engines above the town. the plane circles over the lake and lands parallel to shore, then taxis in to the air dock. One diner at Auntie May's is heard to mumble, "Why the frak did Félix get a jet, and not a turboprop? Damn thing whines worse than my wife."

Longshoremen manhandle the plane with haul ropes to back it into docking position, then tie it down securely. The back hatch drops and settles onto the loading bay. A service vehicle pulls up to the open hatch, towing a trailer with cargo in wooden boxes and cloth bags. The pilot dismounts from the plane, carrying a clipboard, and walks back to the loading bay. As cargo is loaded onto the plane, he checks items off on the manifest on his clipboard.

Off to the side, an enclosed passenger platform receives a trickle of people who sit with baggage, waiting to embark. A small Tim Horton's outlet next door does its usual brisk morning business of "double-double"s and donuts.

"Looks good, fellas. That's th'spirit, heavy stuff gets loaded in first. Don't go makin' us tail heavy, here. Nice work, fellas." Chase drawls out half-hearted encouragement, mostly just relieved that he's not the one having to load the shit for once. He's still not exactly riding the wave of glory like they had just after the Crash, mind, but it was nice for the smuggler to get to oversee someone else handling the manual labor for once. He's got to raise his voice over the whine of the jet engines -- loud, even just cooling down -- but it's good natured volume, not anger, that's got him going loud.

The pilot's a tall, thin, drink of water, clad in leather at his base and denim most everywhere else. Worn old leather boots give way to faded blue jeans, then a Triumph-logoed t-shirt, loose fitting red flanel, and a warm-looking denim coat with a few telltale signs of armor plating. Atop his head is a dark Stetson, the tips of his elf-pointed ears flattened out against it slightly as it rides low against the wind. Beneath the shade of his wide-brimmed hat, his skin is the weathered bronze of someone with at least half-NAN blood, and sin-dark hair spills down to his shoulders.

"Damn, boys. Y'all are workin' so hard, I'm getting hungry just watchin' ya." He cracks a white toothed grin as he check marks the last item off his manifest, then gives the laborers a matter-of-fact nod. "Nice work, fellas. Looks like we're just about set."

07:45 New Liskeard air dock

The workers congregate on the loading dock. One says,"Let's hit Timmy Ho's before the passengers start loading." They head to the coffee shop.

0746 New Liskeard air dock

Vixen arrived later then she had previously expected. She wanted the full two years to get her vehicle park and gear stored on the transport before now. She suffered through another nightmare about her father. The emotional stress seem to take a lot out of her and forbade her a good nights rest that Vixen wanted. That lead to a little big of dragging about the house before she got it together and tossed everything into her vehicle and left.

Vixen skirted the speed limit enough to get there with enough time to settle exspenses to park her car and grab her gear to head for the air dock. Most of it was in her backpack and long canvas carry case she used for her weapons. The weapons were turned to the offline position so law enforcement wouldn't need to bother about why she was carrying them, and she continue to use her Celion I.D. She was just another camper going up north.

Vixen looks at the plane they are using to get to their destination and notices that no one is around. She shrugs off the gear and looks about to see who was still around to talk too...

07:46 New Liskeard Air Dock

Shortly after Vixen shows up, the pilot steps out of the back of the aircraft. It appears as if he is doing a check of the vehicle.

3:30 Longshot's Cabin

Longshot's commlink rings out, waking her from a dream of a normal life, a common one. She is slow to get up, wanting to languish on the dream, and in the heat of the fire. Eventually and with much stretching she gets up. She dresses again in her heavy snow gear, taking time to make sure no part of her is exposed. She packs up all her gear in a SmartPack, designed to distribute the weight so as to be comfortable and manageable, despite the load of survival gear contained within, not that she needed most of it, but up here, safe was always better than sorry. Her final addition is the dried meat she had been slow cooking over the fire for several days now.

As a final preparation, she retrieves another piece of meat from her cold storage basement, cooking it in the fire as she does a final check of her gear. It's about 4:30 before she is finished, most everything packed in her backpack, her gun in her hidden compartment, and some extra fuel in what counted as the trunk of her bike. The meat to be eaten on the way to the airport.

7:30, Airport

Longshot pulls up to the designated meeting spot, and figures the plane with all the bustle around it is the one she'll be riding in. A quick scan shows that the others haven't arrived yet, and so she waits about a half mile away, not wanting to interact with the other passengers more than required. Once she spots Vixen though, she drives into the airport as though just arriving herself. She doesn't go over to speak to her right away though, instead busying herself with ensuring that her bike is put onto the plane properly.

07:46 New Liskeard Air Dock

The denim-clad pilot whistles a nameless, idle, tune to himself as his scuffed-up boots and long legs carry him around the stacked crates in the hold. All the cargo looked as neatly packed and secure as it could be, straps were tight and didn't show much wear and tear, so the belly of the beast would be fine. He's interrupted by his commlink going off, the frantic Charlie Daniels fiddle sawing ringtone that tells him the call's not from anyone he's got programmed into his Sony Emperor's contact list. He sighs as he flips it open.

"Howdy?" he begins, though he doesn't know why he bothers. He knows who they want, and he knows full well it ain't him. Sure enough, like clockwork, comes a sob story about a jacked up transmission and kids that need to get to school and..."Yeah, listen. Yeah. Yeah. Uh-huh. Listen, I understand...I...yeah, but...hey, buddy. Buddy. Buddy! This ain't the shop, okay? Can't help you. I'm not a mechanic. What? No, listen. Buddy! Same LTG, but end it with a six instead of a five, alright? Bob'll take care of you, if you call them an' not me."

"An' tell 'em Chase sent ya!" He fights a laugh as he hollers the last bit into the phone, well away from his face and with the Sony already half-closed. It gets settled back into an interior coat pocket, and he shakes his head, sighing. The funny part was that he was a mechanic, and as often as not he was at Bob's -- or at least in the loft above it -- but that didn't mean it wasn't still irritating when his personal comm got swamped in would-be business calls.

Satisfied that the interior of the plane's fine, his boots carry him down the cargo ramp and out onto the docks. It looks like a passenger's already waiting, and raring to go. Figures. He'd known this was a legit flight, but that he had some...special...passengers, after all.

"Howdy." He gives Vixen a friendly nod, reaching up first to tilt his Stetson back from his face a bit, and then offering her a handshake. "Name's Chase. I'll be sittin' in the pilot seat today."

"Hey there." Vixen returns, taking the pilots hand. "I'll be one of your passengers today."

She looks to see if anyone else from the team had made it yet. She notes Longshot has arrived already. "So, you'll be taking us to town. Every been up there before? Whats it like?"

New Liskeard Air Dock 07:48
Comm Mode - Hidden

JD pulls up into the marina's parking lot and looks for the long term parking area. Throwing the card he got from the bartender in the window, he proceeds to start grabbing gear out of the back seat setting it on the ground next to the truck. His three dogs hop out and lay down in the shade under the truck lazily watching JD work. After unloading the cab JD then moves to the back and pulls out a couple of ramps in order to unload his Quad. Once he situates the gear the way he wants it on the Quad he drives it over to the dock, the dogs following behind on foot.

Tipping his worn camo baseball back he nods to the ladies, "Hey, looks like it's startin' to come together." He throws a nod to the cowboy on the ramp and extends his hand," Hey partner, names JD."

"Howdy," he gives a little nod to Longshot, peers over Vixen's shoulder at the sound of the arriving quad, then returns JD's handshake. His grip's not as soft as it could be, but the elf's no match for the ork's calloused hands.

"And I've been up there once, but it was just a quick delivery run, before huntin' season. Place gets a little busy about that time, tourists comin' through on their way to take some big game and such, but other than that and the mine, there ain't much to speak of." He shrugs. "Think about half the town works for the mining company, really."

Vixen nods her head at the explanation of the town. Nothing new to add to what she already knows about it though. Well, it didn't hurt her to ask about what was going on up there. AFter all mines can be such boring places when something isn't running off with the supervisors.

New Liskeard Air Dock 08:00

A couple of the longshoremen return from Tim Horton's, coffee cup in hand and a slight dusting of icing sugar from the doughnuts around their lips. Life is good in the 'Near North'.

Passengers start milling around in the waiting area. Two men with metal cases clearly for weapons bring their cargo to the dock. They look and sound to be from either the southern UCAS or the CAS. A trio, probably grandma, mom and son, bring suitcases and backpack to the dock. Snippets of conversation suggest they are going home to Attawapiskat. The kid is really interested in the plane and is pestering the pilot with questions about how fast, how high, has he ever crashed, was he a military pilot before, has he ever killed anyone, .....

New Liskeard Air Dock 08:01


Chase exchanges pleasantries with everyone as they approach -- not so much going out of his way to do so like a stewardess might, just being a friendly fella near the plane as folks are showing up -- even if it only amounts to a curt nod with the pair of hunters. He flashes a white-toothed grin towards the little guy as he starts to machinegun questions out, laughing a little.

"Well, today we'll be cruisin' without having to go all that high, but I promise we'll go fast enough you won't wanna stick your arm out the window. Sorry to tell ya, little buddy, but I've never been a hotshot fighter pilot, but I bet you liked Nightwing Talons a whole lot, don't'cha? It's one of my favorite trid-sims, too."

"And don't worry, I've never crashed." It comes out smoothly, the not-quite-lie. Technically speaking, he hadn't crashed. Taking a drone-launched heatseeking missile into a screaming jet engine wasn't really the same as crashing, since by the time the t-bird'd hit the dark, rich, Idaho soil it had scattered into a couple thousand pieces. It didn't really count as an aircraft by the time it'd hit the ground. Snug inside his black box, Chase had tumbled and spun and rolled to a stop the better part of a mile from where the missile had caught him, and only just barely been missed by the hunter-killer's sensors, to get picked up by one of Big Uncle's tech crews. He'd wound up in a hospital for a while, and still owed money on that t-bird to this day, but...That was hardly a crash, was it? It's not like he'd just run into a tree or something. "And no plans for today to be my first, promise."

As to having ever killed anyone or not...Chase remains, gentlemanly, quite silent. Much like frantically launched chaff and flares dissuaded inbound missiles, he deflects the question by means of a well-placed distraction. "Why don't you ask your folks, see if you can't help your dad get some stuff stowed first...but then, if they say yes, I'll let you take a look at the cockpit real quick, before we take off, okay?"

New Liskeard Air Dock 08:03

"My dad ain't here. He ain't been anywhere for a long time." A mix of emotions run across the boy's face, settling on excitement at the prospect of the cockpit tour. he runs over to the younger woman, and starts grilling her mercilessly. "Mom! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Pleeeease?" The mother looks at Chase and smiles, then nods to the boy.

"Oh boyohboyohboy!"

New Liskeard Air Dock 08:05

[OOC: all PCs make a visual Perception Test, Awakened get +2]

New Liskeard Air Dock

JD watches the exchange with the boy with a smile on his face. He turns to the hunters sizing each of them up. He offers a friendly hand to each of them.

"How ya guys doin'? What game you headin' up north for?"

New Liskeard Air Dock 08:15

The older of the two men replies to JD, "Been hankerin' for some bahr for years now. Hear there's some bigun's up by James Bay. Mebbe even paranormals. Gonna go have a looksee. Stevie here 'n' me," he thumb-points to his buddy, "we been huntin' together for years. Ain't nothin' down home we ain't taken, so we're goin' farther afield these days."

The younger adds, "Yup. Rocko's right. Have ta look harder ta get sumthin' worth huntin'. It's kinda sad."

New Liskeard Air Dock, onboard the plane 09:00 - 09:20

The nine passengers are seated and strapped in, the cargo is loaded, the child has been toured and is suitably impressed. The pilot, Chase, proceeds through the startup sequence of the TX13. Jet engines above he fuselage whine into action. Longshoremen unhook the plane and push it away from the dock with poles. Old tech, but it works.

Chase applies a bit more power and the plane cruises out into the middle of Lake Temiskaming. He turns the craft northwards, and with a "Here we go, kid!" over the intercom, he guns the engines. The boy squeals with delight as G-forces push you all back into your seats. Almost effortlessly, the plane hurtles forward and rises into the sky, clearing the shoreline and trees no problem.

In short order, the plane is rushing over the forested landscape, heading north by northwest. A river snakes through the forest to the east of the plane. Soon, a large body of water appears to the north.

[OOC: All four of the team members in the passenger compartment, make a visual Perception Test. Awakened get +2 dice.]

{OOC: Perception Check (8d6.hits(5)=5) }

Once on board Vixen settles back into her seat for the few hour flight to their job destination. She looks out the window to see everything disappearing as the plane lifts off the surface and heads for open air. It wasn't like a hard tactical take off in a hot LZ, which suited her just fine, but it brought back memories. Not all of them bad either. Once the excitement of take off was over Vixens rests her head against the seat and looks the other passengers over, amusing herself by seeing what she could pick up about them.

7d6.hits(5)=4

09:25 Saturday morning, 1 October 2072, somewhere over the trackless forest of the Canadian Shield

[OOC:Alright, then. I'm bored. Let's stir things up a bit. See if you ignore me now!]

Down and to the right of the plane, a huge bird (hard to tell how big because distances are difficult to calculate... it just feels big) is soaring and being passed by the plane. It is red-brown, and looks like an eagle. Below is forest, off to the east (right) is James Bay.

The kid notices it, too. (ravensoracle, the door handle on the emergency exit stops jiggling.) The boy plants his face right up to a window, hands on either side of the glass, supporting his weight. His hair begins to stand up from his head. Are those sparks among the strands?

Grandma is dozing. Mom is chatting up one of the hunters. The other hunter is doing something in AR and gazing off into space.

[OOC:
1) Anybody in the passenger cabin with some kind of animal identification skill, let me know the skill and what you roll with it.
2) All four PCs in the passenger cabin roll Initiative.
3) Aw, hell... Chase in the front cabin, roll a Surprise Test.]