Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:42pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Passive] Name=An Shui
An Shui shifts his perceptions back to the mundane world and then provides a description of the woman to the team. <<@Team [An Shui] Yes, the money is significantly deficient given the operating expenses we are likely to incur.>>
Full Version: The Greatest Addiction [IC]
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:42pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
As Christophe was busy sniffing and catching ones and zeros out of the air, his head was already starting to hurt from all the banter that was going through it. There weren't even on the job yet and everyone was getting frisky, fuzzy and flunky. Over the team's net, Christophe's synthesized voice sounded a lot less gregarious than usual.
<<@Team [Gabriel] Now now now. Everyone just chill out with the locals. I'm on their cases. What we do need, is a drekload more cred than what they are offering. Last time I checked the market, wasn't wetwork like 10 000 per target? We're getting ourselves in a triple murder rap, as well as closing down a whole goddamn facility. For what? 16K? That's fragging ridiculous. I'll make more money rummaging through my fragging couch! Goat, just milk that guy dry, cause there's no way in fragging hell I'm sticking my neck this damn far for bread crumbs.>>
As Christophe was busy sniffing and catching ones and zeros out of the air, his head was already starting to hurt from all the banter that was going through it. There weren't even on the job yet and everyone was getting frisky, fuzzy and flunky. Over the team's net, Christophe's synthesized voice sounded a lot less gregarious than usual.
<<@Team [Gabriel] Now now now. Everyone just chill out with the locals. I'm on their cases. What we do need, is a drekload more cred than what they are offering. Last time I checked the market, wasn't wetwork like 10 000 per target? We're getting ourselves in a triple murder rap, as well as closing down a whole goddamn facility. For what? 16K? That's fragging ridiculous. I'll make more money rummaging through my fragging couch! Goat, just milk that guy dry, cause there's no way in fragging hell I'm sticking my neck this damn far for bread crumbs.>>
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:42pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Passive] Name=An Shui
<<@Team [An Shui] The guy, the male dancer paying too much attention to us, is a mundane and has had a few drinks. His partner, the woman with him, is heavily cybered up. Eyes, ears, reflexes, legs, arms. Not much left of her. She is emotionally calm, but amped up for a fight.>>
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Passive] Name=An Shui
<<@Team [An Shui] The guy, the male dancer paying too much attention to us, is a mundane and has had a few drinks. His partner, the woman with him, is heavily cybered up. Eyes, ears, reflexes, legs, arms. Not much left of her. She is emotionally calm, but amped up for a fight.>>
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
These two have been arguing in a different language for a few minutes, but now, it's finally over. They both take a breath, then the shorter Johnson starts speaking calmly.
My friend apologizes for his outburst. It's just that he is a married man and, well, where we come from, adultery is very frowned upon. Now, as for the people around, it is a little concerning, but I assure you that we brought nobody with us, and really, I can't think of anyone who would even know about this meet. It appears that this could be a complication, so I am willing to increase my fee to 20k, though I am afraid I only brought enough to give 6k now.
The taller Johnson says nothing, but he did give a harsh glare to Scope for a couple seconds.
These two have been arguing in a different language for a few minutes, but now, it's finally over. They both take a breath, then the shorter Johnson starts speaking calmly.
My friend apologizes for his outburst. It's just that he is a married man and, well, where we come from, adultery is very frowned upon. Now, as for the people around, it is a little concerning, but I assure you that we brought nobody with us, and really, I can't think of anyone who would even know about this meet. It appears that this could be a complication, so I am willing to increase my fee to 20k, though I am afraid I only brought enough to give 6k now.
The taller Johnson says nothing, but he did give a harsh glare to Scope for a couple seconds.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
PAN=0, hidden
After the Johnson confirmed that the dancers weren't with their party, Goat gave a nod to One-Punch and said, "I think you're up, buddy."
OOC: Assuming someone does something to make us harder to surveil
He turned back to the prospective employers and said:
"Don't worry about the advance. 6K will work fine."
One of the strange, small, gifts Goat had been born with was an exceptionally flexible jaw. He could stretch it and cock it at an angle to the rest of his face to give himself a particularly sarcastic, pensive, incredulous or curious expression. He'd used it over the years to stare down some of the most desperate and violent men in Hong-Kong. Now seemed like the time to use it in this interaction.
He stared at the Johnson's, cocked his head, stretched his jaw to the side and stared at them intently, letting them boil in their own juices for a good five seconds before saying:
"20K overall is still a bit low. Split six ways that's a little over 3K a head. If you push your total price tag up to 24K, 4K a head, that's enough to get me hooked in on this. After that all that's left is ironing out details and seeing if anyone else wants to weigh in."
He looked left and right to see what the rest of the group thought.
PAN=0, hidden
After the Johnson confirmed that the dancers weren't with their party, Goat gave a nod to One-Punch and said, "I think you're up, buddy."
OOC: Assuming someone does something to make us harder to surveil
He turned back to the prospective employers and said:
"Don't worry about the advance. 6K will work fine."
One of the strange, small, gifts Goat had been born with was an exceptionally flexible jaw. He could stretch it and cock it at an angle to the rest of his face to give himself a particularly sarcastic, pensive, incredulous or curious expression. He'd used it over the years to stare down some of the most desperate and violent men in Hong-Kong. Now seemed like the time to use it in this interaction.
He stared at the Johnson's, cocked his head, stretched his jaw to the side and stared at them intently, letting them boil in their own juices for a good five seconds before saying:
"20K overall is still a bit low. Split six ways that's a little over 3K a head. If you push your total price tag up to 24K, 4K a head, that's enough to get me hooked in on this. After that all that's left is ironing out details and seeing if anyone else wants to weigh in."
He looked left and right to see what the rest of the group thought.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
Christophe's eyes had long ago diverted their attention from the conversation at hand toward the edge of the table. Matter of fact, the young hacker was looking pretty damn bored and had even started to zone out, yawning here and there. Although it would have been rather entertaining to jump into the negotiation and play some hard balls with the two corporate looking fellas, Christophe had found something much more amusing to do.
All around him, windows filled his world. The floated around, showing lines upon lines of data and code in a few different languages. They changed opacity here and there, moving around in what seemed to be their own free will. As queries came back, Christophe started to smirk in his corner. Things moving at the very speed of his own mind, most of the information was relayed to the rest of the team.
Dancers are IDed as Vinnie Miles and Jennifer Kim. Troll girl is Arla Cyfers. Our boys in suits are Michael Martinez, thats the short one, and Supervisor Alfredo Pollo. I'll run background on the dancers and the troll in a second. Goat, want me to slice into their links?
Christophe's eyes had long ago diverted their attention from the conversation at hand toward the edge of the table. Matter of fact, the young hacker was looking pretty damn bored and had even started to zone out, yawning here and there. Although it would have been rather entertaining to jump into the negotiation and play some hard balls with the two corporate looking fellas, Christophe had found something much more amusing to do.
All around him, windows filled his world. The floated around, showing lines upon lines of data and code in a few different languages. They changed opacity here and there, moving around in what seemed to be their own free will. As queries came back, Christophe started to smirk in his corner. Things moving at the very speed of his own mind, most of the information was relayed to the rest of the team.
Dancers are IDed as Vinnie Miles and Jennifer Kim. Troll girl is Arla Cyfers. Our boys in suits are Michael Martinez, thats the short one, and Supervisor Alfredo Pollo. I'll run background on the dancers and the troll in a second. Goat, want me to slice into their links?
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
The two Johnsons listen to Goat's counteroffer, but you can see a sense of relief that you haven't gotten up to leave yet, with all things in consideration.
The taller one speaks. If we increase it to 27k, giving each of you forty-five hundred, when can you do the job?
The two Johnsons listen to Goat's counteroffer, but you can see a sense of relief that you haven't gotten up to leave yet, with all things in consideration.
The taller one speaks. If we increase it to 27k, giving each of you forty-five hundred, when can you do the job?
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
PAN=0, hidden
Goat was ambivalent about the situation. They'd raised the cash to a level that was enticing and he did need to make rent. But this was the kind of run that screamed trouble. Dancer had it right. The Johnson's might as well be named Charlie and Foxtrot.
But he was a man of his word, and they'd met his conditions. There was some pride to be considered. And he did need to make rent.
He messaged the team before he made his move:
<<I'm assuming you guys are in for this, if not you'll take your advance and jump ship. Don't make any visible reactions to what I say next or it might spoil the effect. Hacking is your call, Gabriel, but listen to what's up next before getting started.>>
We can start tomorrow on the condition that it looks like we have no deal when you guys leave. Gabriel will set up a secure matrix drop box and you'll storm out of here like something went wrong. Leave us the info afterwards."
PAN=0, hidden
Goat was ambivalent about the situation. They'd raised the cash to a level that was enticing and he did need to make rent. But this was the kind of run that screamed trouble. Dancer had it right. The Johnson's might as well be named Charlie and Foxtrot.
But he was a man of his word, and they'd met his conditions. There was some pride to be considered. And he did need to make rent.
He messaged the team before he made his move:
<<I'm assuming you guys are in for this, if not you'll take your advance and jump ship. Don't make any visible reactions to what I say next or it might spoil the effect. Hacking is your call, Gabriel, but listen to what's up next before getting started.>>
We can start tomorrow on the condition that it looks like we have no deal when you guys leave. Gabriel will set up a secure matrix drop box and you'll storm out of here like something went wrong. Leave us the info afterwards."
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
Christophe chuckled slightly in his corner of the world. He had asked Goat's permission to start slicing into commlinks, but that was all he had done. Ask. Waiting for said permission was something entirely different. If things had gone a little south, he would have simply hightailed it, blurred his tracks and pretended like nothing had gone awry. As the big guy in charge told him it was pretty much his own call, Christophe had already hacked his way into the first commlink. Things were simply way too easy.
Browsing here and there in Vinnie's personal affairs, Christophe sighed for himself as he found pretty much frag-all. A few commcodes, an ID he could probably steal, and a pretty puny bank account. Nothing to really grin and smile about. But slicing into the guy's link had been such a damn cakewalk that he could do nothing but bolster the young hacker's ego. He had broken the thing wide open in the blink of an eye. It was time to move to more.... interesting things.
Bringing up the security and activity logs for the commlink he had compromised, Christophe did his usual clean up routines; erasing all traces of his ever being there.
Somewhere in the real world that had started to fade away around him, he heard Goat mention his handle. Whatever it was he wanted him to do could wait a bit. It was probably terribly dull anyways. The hacker just sort of waved his hand in the air as if he was shooing a fly.
Yea yea. It's coo, dude.
His green cybereyes glittered with an air of excitement as he turn his attention to the woman who was dancing near by. It had been mentioned she was jacked up on something. Odds were, she was probably too oozing in her little head to mess with any serious matrix cowboys. At least, Christophe knew she couldn't deal with anyone his caliber.
Christophe chuckled slightly in his corner of the world. He had asked Goat's permission to start slicing into commlinks, but that was all he had done. Ask. Waiting for said permission was something entirely different. If things had gone a little south, he would have simply hightailed it, blurred his tracks and pretended like nothing had gone awry. As the big guy in charge told him it was pretty much his own call, Christophe had already hacked his way into the first commlink. Things were simply way too easy.
Browsing here and there in Vinnie's personal affairs, Christophe sighed for himself as he found pretty much frag-all. A few commcodes, an ID he could probably steal, and a pretty puny bank account. Nothing to really grin and smile about. But slicing into the guy's link had been such a damn cakewalk that he could do nothing but bolster the young hacker's ego. He had broken the thing wide open in the blink of an eye. It was time to move to more.... interesting things.
Bringing up the security and activity logs for the commlink he had compromised, Christophe did his usual clean up routines; erasing all traces of his ever being there.
Somewhere in the real world that had started to fade away around him, he heard Goat mention his handle. Whatever it was he wanted him to do could wait a bit. It was probably terribly dull anyways. The hacker just sort of waved his hand in the air as if he was shooing a fly.
Yea yea. It's coo, dude.
His green cybereyes glittered with an air of excitement as he turn his attention to the woman who was dancing near by. It had been mentioned she was jacked up on something. Odds were, she was probably too oozing in her little head to mess with any serious matrix cowboys. At least, Christophe knew she couldn't deal with anyone his caliber.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
Once connected to a team-net, An Shui switches him com back to hidden mode. As the payment jumped to 4,500
each, he wasn't sure whether to be excited or concerned that it arrived there from where it began. These Johnsons make little sense. He watches them silently as the conversations and an negotiations continue.
This will be an interesting week... and a dangerous one. It is time we finish up here and move on.
<<@Team [An Shui] I am in.>>
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
Once connected to a team-net, An Shui switches him com back to hidden mode. As the payment jumped to 4,500
each, he wasn't sure whether to be excited or concerned that it arrived there from where it began. These Johnsons make little sense. He watches them silently as the conversations and an negotiations continue.This will be an interesting week... and a dangerous one. It is time we finish up here and move on.
<<@Team [An Shui] I am in.>>
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:45pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
One Punch [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
Using the occasional glances and reflections to keep taps on our four players further back, he considers the offer. Frankly it was good for him, as it would cover his rent for 4 months at least.
<<@Team I'm in as well. I don't think there is anyone there that is going to be problem for us to handle in physical realm, but I really would like to avoid a fight here. Hopefully the Johnson will be smart enough to meet with another run team later, to deflect the suspicion off use.
One Punch [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
Using the occasional glances and reflections to keep taps on our four players further back, he considers the offer. Frankly it was good for him, as it would cover his rent for 4 months at least.
<<@Team I'm in as well. I don't think there is anyone there that is going to be problem for us to handle in physical realm, but I really would like to avoid a fight here. Hopefully the Johnson will be smart enough to meet with another run team later, to deflect the suspicion off use.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:46pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
The Johnsons look at each other, the shorter one says something to the taller one in a different language. A brief couple words.
Scope
They then put on their stoic faces and look at the team again. The shorter Johnson looks at Goat, nods, then, in a sudden shift, he stands up and speaks angrily.
I assumed I was dealing with professionals, not morons. Well, kiss my ass, all of you!
He storms off, then the taller Johnson stands up and looks at Scope.
I was worried about you, chica. Now, you better worry about you, comprende?
Then he turns and starts to leave.
Toras
The Johnsons look at each other, the shorter one says something to the taller one in a different language. A brief couple words.
Scope
[ Spoiler ]
They then put on their stoic faces and look at the team again. The shorter Johnson looks at Goat, nods, then, in a sudden shift, he stands up and speaks angrily.
I assumed I was dealing with professionals, not morons. Well, kiss my ass, all of you!
He storms off, then the taller Johnson stands up and looks at Scope.
I was worried about you, chica. Now, you better worry about you, comprende?
Then he turns and starts to leave.
Toras
[ Spoiler ]
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:47pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
As the Johnson's storm off, An Shui has one thought, then a second.
<<@Team [An Shui] Anyone get the retainer? Anyone got a place we should use as a central flop while we do this thing?>>
As the Johnson's storm off, An Shui has one thought, then a second.
<<@Team [An Shui] Anyone get the retainer? Anyone got a place we should use as a central flop while we do this thing?>>
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:47pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
One Punch notices this as well, but suspects that it would have been done by comlink or a credit stick left around the table. He will keep an eye on the tags, seeing if they keep us under survallence.
<<@Team I assume our contact passed someone the advance, and with any luck they are smart enough to be seen meeting with other groups of runners. Now we get to see if they move off our keep us covered.
If they are too smart we might have to lead them out of the club and deal with it there.
One Punch notices this as well, but suspects that it would have been done by comlink or a credit stick left around the table. He will keep an eye on the tags, seeing if they keep us under survallence.
<<@Team I assume our contact passed someone the advance, and with any luck they are smart enough to be seen meeting with other groups of runners. Now we get to see if they move off our keep us covered.
If they are too smart we might have to lead them out of the club and deal with it there.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:47pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
And just like that, the Johnsons are gone; fortunately, when the taller one leaned in to speak to Scope directly, he 'dropped' a credstick on the table right by her. Anyone checking it would find it to be a certified credstick with HK$6,000 on it, just like they promised.
And just like that, the Johnsons are gone; fortunately, when the taller one leaned in to speak to Scope directly, he 'dropped' a credstick on the table right by her. Anyone checking it would find it to be a certified credstick with HK$6,000 on it, just like they promised.
Dante's Inferno, Cold Level. Downtown Hong Kong. Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070. 2247
Scope discreetly palms the credstick as she replies to the man in Italian. Quindi, in modo rapido saggio di lingua si dice che non vivono a lungo. ((So wise so quick of tongue they say do never live long))
As the Johnsons leave, Scope closes her eyes for a moment - resetting the images to the standard blue appearance as she picks up her glasses and puts them back on.
<<@Team(Scope): Principle acquired, will verify amount upon exit. Exit should be staggered two by two. Recommend formation of mobile Charlie Papa with arranged pickup locations. Mandy?>>
Scope discreetly palms the credstick as she replies to the man in Italian. Quindi, in modo rapido saggio di lingua si dice che non vivono a lungo. ((So wise so quick of tongue they say do never live long))
As the Johnsons leave, Scope closes her eyes for a moment - resetting the images to the standard blue appearance as she picks up her glasses and puts them back on.
<<@Team(Scope): Principle acquired, will verify amount upon exit. Exit should be staggered two by two. Recommend formation of mobile Charlie Papa with arranged pickup locations. Mandy?>>
[ Spoiler ]
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:47pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
Mandy shrugged and subvocced back to the net No problem. Give me addresses or some place to find you. I will pick you up. %And can some one pretty please get me a translation program?%
Mandy shrugged and subvocced back to the net No problem. Give me addresses or some place to find you. I will pick you up. %And can some one pretty please get me a translation program?%
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:49pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
New song is playing over the airwaves. Everyone not in hidden mode sees in their visual "I Was Made For Loving You Baby" by The Kiss
Toras:
New song is playing over the airwaves. Everyone not in hidden mode sees in their visual "I Was Made For Loving You Baby" by The Kiss
Toras:
[ Spoiler ]
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:49pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
Looking to his large friend One-Punch, An Shui rises. "Shall we move on to a place less crowded?"
<<@Team [An Shui] Someone has a vehicle? We will go two blocks south and can then be picked up.>>
The ork smooths out his conservative, plain clothes as he stands. Nods to the others at the table and begins to move away, wary of the various dancers and revelers.
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
Looking to his large friend One-Punch, An Shui rises. "Shall we move on to a place less crowded?"
<<@Team [An Shui] Someone has a vehicle? We will go two blocks south and can then be picked up.>>
The ork smooths out his conservative, plain clothes as he stands. Nods to the others at the table and begins to move away, wary of the various dancers and revelers.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:49pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
One Punch [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
One Punch knew that it was likely the dancers were going to follow their contacts. He would pile out with the rest, but Vinny was making him nervous. He felt it best to share his concerns with the group.
<<@Team The rest are filtering out. Probably to follow their principles, however Vinny just made a phone call and I'd be a great deal more comfortable if I knew what he was saying. I don't know about the rest of you.
And I hope the transport is of a reasonable size. Getting bungied to a bike rack was not exactly pleasant last time.
"Well that was a bust. Let's bail.
One Punch [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
One Punch knew that it was likely the dancers were going to follow their contacts. He would pile out with the rest, but Vinny was making him nervous. He felt it best to share his concerns with the group.
<<@Team The rest are filtering out. Probably to follow their principles, however Vinny just made a phone call and I'd be a great deal more comfortable if I knew what he was saying. I don't know about the rest of you.
And I hope the transport is of a reasonable size. Getting bungied to a bike rack was not exactly pleasant last time.
"Well that was a bust. Let's bail.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:50pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
Scope
Scope
[ Spoiler ]
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; 10:50pm; Dante's Inferno, Cold Level
Mandy stood up sharply Well this was a waste %Thanks for nothing%
She walks up the stairs in a cold huff.
She recieves her gun and leaves the club only to pull up in her van two blocks away.
%Plenty of room folks%
Mandy stood up sharply Well this was a waste %Thanks for nothing%
She walks up the stairs in a cold huff.
She recieves her gun and leaves the club only to pull up in her van two blocks away.
%Plenty of room folks%
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
As Mandy stops at the corner, An Shui climbs into the van. "Shall we discuss a plan to gather intelligence?"
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
As Mandy stops at the corner, An Shui climbs into the van. "Shall we discuss a plan to gather intelligence?"
Dante's Inferno, Cold Level. Downtown Hong Kong. Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070. 2255
Scope watches the first two runners leave. Then she stands and looks over at Goat It was good to see you again old omae. Hopefully next time we can do some catching up. Without waiting for a reply, she disappears through the crowd and makes her way out of the building - keeping an eye out for possible tails.
Once she is clear of line of sight from the Inferno, she pulls a datachit from her pocket and puts it in her temple-datajack to transfer data from her recording units. Then she removes the chit and inserts it into her commlink. I hate wireless... it makes things so fragging annoying. She begins to compose a message, but pauses a moment to check the credstick she'd palmed from the Johnson - she doesn't even smile when it turns out to be legit... this job was still trouble.
<<@Team(Scope): Principle confirmed - will distribute at meet. Intel on enemy recon follows. Attachment 1 is filtered commlink conversation. Attachment 2 is unfiltered audio and visual recording of the meeting - for posterity in case this deal goes south. Always have a plan for every possible contingency as they say...
Attachment 1:
(Beginning of call, it is obvious that only one side of the conversation was recorded)
Hi, uh, Maria? This is Vinnie at the Inferno.
(pause)
Yeah, I watched the two Azzies like you asked. They met with some people ...
(pause)
Well, one of them was an ork, another was a huge troll, and then there were some normal people, but one of them really creeped me out.
(pause)
Well, seemed they wanted somethin’ looked kinda like a shadowrun trid, really. But then the weird chick said something about one of them sleeping with some troll girl.
(short pause)
No, that’s Arla. She was here with her elf sugar daddy. She’s a nice girl, kinda a shame she throws herself at these old men like that. I mean, she ain’t bad looking for a troll. Hell, I’d hook up with her if she weren’t ...
(pause)
Oh yeah, sorry. Anyway, they got in an argument, and whatever the two guys wanted, they didn’t get it, so they left real pissed.
(pause)
Hey, great. So you’re paying me tonight, right? I mean, I really need the money right away.
(pause)
OK. I’ll keep watching.
(end of call)
Attachment 2: (This is the raw recording from the time the Johnsons began arguing to Scope getting up to leave - both visual and audio, though it sounds/looks like an unfiltered mess of frequencies/spectrums)
>>
Scope waits a moment for everyone to receive the files before continuing...
<<@Team(Scope): It is not standard procedure to record a meet, but given the complete disregard for procedure our clients showed, I thought it prudent to break rules of engagment in that respect. I sent you all the recording so that we'd be on equal footing.
Gabe, I want intel on Vinnie as an operational precaution - particulars include where he lives, who is close to him, and where they live. If we have to find this Maria, he is the fastest way to that objective, and we may need to take coercive measures. For now, let them think we don't know they are watching.
"You remember I said I took your gun - the one registered in your name, Mr. Reeds. That's because if I kill your wife, it'll be with your gun, and the police will find it left at the scene - with your skin and hair samples I collected last night under her fingernails. It'll be an open and shut case," Scope had said in her coldly stoic manner. Chan, the other runner, had picked up where she left off "That's only if you don't do exactly as we tell you, Mr. Reeds"
Mandy, pick me up at zero hour civies Scope, you're working with civies ... that is, midnight. I'll be at the Noodlestand on the corner of Len Fao and Tsen Lu in Jordan Valley.>>
With that, Scope wipes the recordings from the datachit No reason to keep an external copy from my head and puts the blank back in her pocket. Then she begins to make her way back to her apartment.
Scope watches the first two runners leave. Then she stands and looks over at Goat It was good to see you again old omae. Hopefully next time we can do some catching up. Without waiting for a reply, she disappears through the crowd and makes her way out of the building - keeping an eye out for possible tails.
Once she is clear of line of sight from the Inferno, she pulls a datachit from her pocket and puts it in her temple-datajack to transfer data from her recording units. Then she removes the chit and inserts it into her commlink. I hate wireless... it makes things so fragging annoying. She begins to compose a message, but pauses a moment to check the credstick she'd palmed from the Johnson - she doesn't even smile when it turns out to be legit... this job was still trouble.
<<@Team(Scope): Principle confirmed - will distribute at meet. Intel on enemy recon follows. Attachment 1 is filtered commlink conversation. Attachment 2 is unfiltered audio and visual recording of the meeting - for posterity in case this deal goes south. Always have a plan for every possible contingency as they say...
Attachment 1:
(Beginning of call, it is obvious that only one side of the conversation was recorded)
Hi, uh, Maria? This is Vinnie at the Inferno.
(pause)
Yeah, I watched the two Azzies like you asked. They met with some people ...
(pause)
Well, one of them was an ork, another was a huge troll, and then there were some normal people, but one of them really creeped me out.
(pause)
Well, seemed they wanted somethin’ looked kinda like a shadowrun trid, really. But then the weird chick said something about one of them sleeping with some troll girl.
(short pause)
No, that’s Arla. She was here with her elf sugar daddy. She’s a nice girl, kinda a shame she throws herself at these old men like that. I mean, she ain’t bad looking for a troll. Hell, I’d hook up with her if she weren’t ...
(pause)
Oh yeah, sorry. Anyway, they got in an argument, and whatever the two guys wanted, they didn’t get it, so they left real pissed.
(pause)
Hey, great. So you’re paying me tonight, right? I mean, I really need the money right away.
(pause)
OK. I’ll keep watching.
(end of call)
Attachment 2: (This is the raw recording from the time the Johnsons began arguing to Scope getting up to leave - both visual and audio, though it sounds/looks like an unfiltered mess of frequencies/spectrums)
>>
Scope waits a moment for everyone to receive the files before continuing...
<<@Team(Scope): It is not standard procedure to record a meet, but given the complete disregard for procedure our clients showed, I thought it prudent to break rules of engagment in that respect. I sent you all the recording so that we'd be on equal footing.
Gabe, I want intel on Vinnie as an operational precaution - particulars include where he lives, who is close to him, and where they live. If we have to find this Maria, he is the fastest way to that objective, and we may need to take coercive measures. For now, let them think we don't know they are watching.
"You remember I said I took your gun - the one registered in your name, Mr. Reeds. That's because if I kill your wife, it'll be with your gun, and the police will find it left at the scene - with your skin and hair samples I collected last night under her fingernails. It'll be an open and shut case," Scope had said in her coldly stoic manner. Chan, the other runner, had picked up where she left off "That's only if you don't do exactly as we tell you, Mr. Reeds"
Mandy, pick me up at zero hour civies Scope, you're working with civies ... that is, midnight. I'll be at the Noodlestand on the corner of Len Fao and Tsen Lu in Jordan Valley.>>
With that, Scope wipes the recordings from the datachit No reason to keep an external copy from my head and puts the blank back in her pocket. Then she begins to make her way back to her apartment.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
One Punch[LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
One punch was glad that their transport was a van. It was never fun riding on the roof of a car and most vehicles didn't fit him most other ways. She always had the best toys.
Having slid in discretely, he listens to the data dump quietly. "That certainly proves interesting. Hopefully our rues holds, though I will agree that this makes me five different types of nervous. I guess we need a meeting point, as I doubt we want to do this as matrix traffic."
One Punch[LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
One punch was glad that their transport was a van. It was never fun riding on the roof of a car and most vehicles didn't fit him most other ways. She always had the best toys.
Having slid in discretely, he listens to the data dump quietly. "That certainly proves interesting. Hopefully our rues holds, though I will agree that this makes me five different types of nervous. I guess we need a meeting point, as I doubt we want to do this as matrix traffic."
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
One Punch[LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
One punch, dwelling in the back of the van as it pulls away, was thinking about the situation. He has as nervous as the rest about the way this business had been started. It wasn't a great deal of money for the heat that would bring, though the
"I think I know of warehouse that has a few storage containers we could use. They aren't traveled so we will know if we pick up a tail and we can speak confidently without the standard bugs in motels and the like. "
One Punch[LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
One punch, dwelling in the back of the van as it pulls away, was thinking about the situation. He has as nervous as the rest about the way this business had been started. It wasn't a great deal of money for the heat that would bring, though the
"I think I know of warehouse that has a few storage containers we could use. They aren't traveled so we will know if we pick up a tail and we can speak confidently without the standard bugs in motels and the like. "
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
An Shui sat in silence listening as Scope provided the additional information to the team. As One Punch recommended a meet location, An Shui nods. "That will be fine. We need to sit and discuss our position. Our employers are clumsy, agents are tracking them and we have not even begun to consider the actually target. Misdirection served us well earlier; We need to stay ahead of those seeking to oppose us."
He took a moment to summon a pair of watchers. Patrol around me, 200meter circumference. If you find any anyone other than those in here with me following us, report back.
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
An Shui sat in silence listening as Scope provided the additional information to the team. As One Punch recommended a meet location, An Shui nods. "That will be fine. We need to sit and discuss our position. Our employers are clumsy, agents are tracking them and we have not even begun to consider the actually target. Misdirection served us well earlier; We need to stay ahead of those seeking to oppose us."
He took a moment to summon a pair of watchers. Patrol around me, 200meter circumference. If you find any anyone other than those in here with me following us, report back.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
Want me to try driving around for bit, and see who follows?
Lets just get moving fer crying out loud
Want me to try driving around for bit, and see who follows?
Lets just get moving fer crying out loud
deleted by the poster
| QUOTE (Meriss) |
| Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van Want me to try driving around for bit, and see who follows? Lets just get moving fer crying out loud |
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
"I think that would be wise. I have a parking structure near here that you can loose them in. "
One Punch will direct her towards the parking structure that he has kitted out with the storage container.
451 Tseng Lan Street - Jordan Valley, Hong Kong - Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070 - 23:38
Scope enters the door to her apartment, closing it softly behind her. Quickly she removes her Hammerli from its hidden position and returns it to the drawer in her kitchen. Then she opens the refrigerator and pulls out a can of powdered milk, opens it, and pulls a plastic bag out that was buried within the contents. She pulls a Fichetti light pistol from the bag along with a silencer and then replaces the bag and can into the refrigerator.
She screws the silencer onto the pistol as she walks over to her bathroom. She carefully holsters and conceals the weapon and then removes her makeup only to re-apply it in a different fashion. Smiling a moment, she changes her eye images to brown, walks back out to the living room / kitchen area, puts on her hard hat, picks up the surveyor's kit and duffel bag, changes the channel on the TV, and leaves the apartment - just another corporate engineer on her way to or from a construction job.
* * * * * * *
Noodlestand, Corner of Len Fao and Tsen Lu - Jordan Valley, Hong Kong - Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070 - 23:50
Scope sat on a public bench eating some warm though rapidly cooling ramen she'd just bought at the noodlestand. The blue collared neighborhood didn't seem to be paying her any heed, but she was alert all the same. This mission is bad news. I'd have already walked away if it wasn't for Goat. But now I've accepted it, so it has to be completed. That's just the way it is. A simple enough job... killing people is never the problem though. Making sure the factory never operates again will be the tricky part of course. It'd probably be best not to use explosives like Freddy and I did with the biotech facility in Seattle... although the old ways are often the best ways...
Scope enters the door to her apartment, closing it softly behind her. Quickly she removes her Hammerli from its hidden position and returns it to the drawer in her kitchen. Then she opens the refrigerator and pulls out a can of powdered milk, opens it, and pulls a plastic bag out that was buried within the contents. She pulls a Fichetti light pistol from the bag along with a silencer and then replaces the bag and can into the refrigerator.
She screws the silencer onto the pistol as she walks over to her bathroom. She carefully holsters and conceals the weapon and then removes her makeup only to re-apply it in a different fashion. Smiling a moment, she changes her eye images to brown, walks back out to the living room / kitchen area, puts on her hard hat, picks up the surveyor's kit and duffel bag, changes the channel on the TV, and leaves the apartment - just another corporate engineer on her way to or from a construction job.
* * * * * * *
Noodlestand, Corner of Len Fao and Tsen Lu - Jordan Valley, Hong Kong - Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070 - 23:50
Scope sat on a public bench eating some warm though rapidly cooling ramen she'd just bought at the noodlestand. The blue collared neighborhood didn't seem to be paying her any heed, but she was alert all the same. This mission is bad news. I'd have already walked away if it wasn't for Goat. But now I've accepted it, so it has to be completed. That's just the way it is. A simple enough job... killing people is never the problem though. Making sure the factory never operates again will be the tricky part of course. It'd probably be best not to use explosives like Freddy and I did with the biotech facility in Seattle... although the old ways are often the best ways...
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
In response to the conversation ongoing in the van, "I have dispatched a pair of watcher spirits to aid us in detecting a tail. After you go through the parking garage, I recommend some distance along a varied route to assist them."
He then glances into the astral to the watchers. One looked like a young squire, though just under three foot tall and appearing slightly cartoonish in appearance. The form of the second some what like a sea nymph, also under three foot in height and flying through the astral.
Looking back around the van in the mundane world, An Shui reflects on the situation at hand. Little info, Johnsons are questionable, the run bordering on unethical.... Sounds like this is just shaping up like a normal day..
"An initial surveillance run on the target would be good tonight. Do we have an address?"
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
In response to the conversation ongoing in the van, "I have dispatched a pair of watcher spirits to aid us in detecting a tail. After you go through the parking garage, I recommend some distance along a varied route to assist them."
He then glances into the astral to the watchers. One looked like a young squire, though just under three foot tall and appearing slightly cartoonish in appearance. The form of the second some what like a sea nymph, also under three foot in height and flying through the astral.
Looking back around the van in the mundane world, An Shui reflects on the situation at hand. Little info, Johnsons are questionable, the run bordering on unethical.... Sounds like this is just shaping up like a normal day..
"An initial surveillance run on the target would be good tonight. Do we have an address?"
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
Of course %Teach your grandmother to suck eggs%
Mandy presses her small foot to the gas pedal and accelerates quickly away from the corner.
There are words for what she drives like. Most of them profanity. But she gets the job done.
Of course %Teach your grandmother to suck eggs%
Mandy presses her small foot to the gas pedal and accelerates quickly away from the corner.
There are words for what she drives like. Most of them profanity. But she gets the job done.
Tuesday, Jan 20, 2070; ~11:00pm; Mandy's Van
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
The mixed reply from the driver leaves An Shui confused as to nature of the insult tagged on the end. He quietly muses the situation during the remainder of the ride.
An Shui [LTG; PAN=0,Hidden]
The mixed reply from the driver leaves An Shui confused as to nature of the insult tagged on the end. He quietly muses the situation during the remainder of the ride.
This is a "lo-fi" version of our main content. To view the full version with more information, formatting and images, please click here.