The initial parameters of the job laid out, Book considers the situation. Need for lethal force? That gives me pause. The ten k a piece is nice though.. but I think we need a B&E specialist... After a moments pause to think he begins with a few questions, starting with the one part of her delivery he can't let go of. "Need for lethal force? Can you elaborate on that? Is the prototype mineral or organic? Magical or mundane? Can it be moved to a different container for transport?" He pauses before adding a few more questions. "What specifics do you have on the security contract, including response time clauses?"
Tank leaned back slightly. Book is always good at throwing out the tough questions. You go.
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The smile dissolves into a business-like face. She places her hands on the table in a relaxed position and sits up a little bit straighter. I appreciate the directness of your questions. Let's answer them in order. I will not patronize you by explaining what is meant by lethal force. If you prefer to use non-lethal means, then that is your prerogative. We merely want you to understand that the other side does not use non-lethal force and has a shoot first, ask questions later policy. Be prepared. The prototype design and materials of construction are not open for discussion; however, I will say that it is mundane. It can be placed in whatever additional container you wish; however the prototype is roughly the size of the cabinet I mentioned. The facility is protected by internal corporate security who live on-site. The response time can be measure in seconds, not minutes. Also, you will be under ground for much of the operation. What else would you like to know?
Book remains focused, also placing his hands on the table. "Actually, I was seeking clarification on why you emphasized the lethal force. Security forces with response time measured in seconds who immediately respond with lethal force seems to have fulfilled that." Her lack of honesty around the package gave him pause. He elected to come back to that, rather than tip his hand.
Tank adds a grimace, immediately seeing a negotiating point. "Underground? That definitely changes things. High up is much easier to deal with than trapped underground."
Book nods. This is an unexpected and unwanted complication. That factor was almost enough to make him reconsider the whole run. "Its not that I'm claustrophobic, I'm just allergic to death... and being trapped underground with security forces itching to score a few kills tends to aggravate that condition."
Tank takes a second look at Book, Did he just say something funny?!?!
Book looks at their Johnson-san. Snake was prodding him. There is a secret still hidden here. "Will your support also include cover identities to get us into this facility? And what is the required time frame?" He pauses before another thought comes to mind, "Does this facility have extra-territoriality?"
Tank adds a grimace, immediately seeing a negotiating point. "Underground? That definitely changes things. High up is much easier to deal with than trapped underground."
Book nods. This is an unexpected and unwanted complication. That factor was almost enough to make him reconsider the whole run. "Its not that I'm claustrophobic, I'm just allergic to death... and being trapped underground with security forces itching to score a few kills tends to aggravate that condition."
Tank takes a second look at Book, Did he just say something funny?!?!
Book looks at their Johnson-san. Snake was prodding him. There is a secret still hidden here. "Will your support also include cover identities to get us into this facility? And what is the required time frame?" He pauses before another thought comes to mind, "Does this facility have extra-territoriality?"
It is our normal practice to require these things to be accomplished without violence. For you, perhaps, the taking of life may be a concern; however, we authorize each mission on an individual basis. She pauses for a minute and considers Tank's question. She smirks at Book's statement and almost laughs. Yes, I suppose I too am allergic to death. We have been unable to penetrate their computers to develop the fake identities you would like to have. The best we have been able to do is schedule a shipment with you as cargo. Perhaps our young ork here can succeed where we have failed? She smiles at System. You have ten days to complete the extraction. After that, the item will be moved. The facility doesn't technically exist so I suppose extra-territoriality is a second consideration. You know that satellites can crash or gas pipelines can rupture. Local authorities won't know the difference. Does that answer your question.
Book immediately picks up the fact that she is aware of System's role. I must assume she is familiar with all of our roles.. and to some degree, our abilities. The balance at the table suddenly shifted away from the team. Throw in the earlier deception and Book in getting skeptical.
A plan was beginning to come together. The team gets inserted as cargo, they grab the package and they plan multiple escape vectors. They would need to quickly overtake security systems and establish fake identities within, probably replacing personnel within the facility. They had blueprints but no access to the system. The shaman turns to their negotiator, "Perhaps we let this one pass. Ten k is good money, but it don't spend if you're dead."
Tank frowned, not sure if Book was for real or playing up for more pay. "Surely we can strike a deal here." He turned his attention back to Johnson-san. "He has a good point. There are a lot of aspects of this that place fish in a proverbial barrel. How much detail do you have on the location of the item and any specific security measures that are in place? The more unknowns, the more enticement we need to stick our necks over that line." He looks over to System for agreement before looking back at Johnson-san.
A plan was beginning to come together. The team gets inserted as cargo, they grab the package and they plan multiple escape vectors. They would need to quickly overtake security systems and establish fake identities within, probably replacing personnel within the facility. They had blueprints but no access to the system. The shaman turns to their negotiator, "Perhaps we let this one pass. Ten k is good money, but it don't spend if you're dead."
Tank frowned, not sure if Book was for real or playing up for more pay. "Surely we can strike a deal here." He turned his attention back to Johnson-san. "He has a good point. There are a lot of aspects of this that place fish in a proverbial barrel. How much detail do you have on the location of the item and any specific security measures that are in place? The more unknowns, the more enticement we need to stick our necks over that line." He looks over to System for agreement before looking back at Johnson-san.
She nods. Yes, being dead does indeed prohibit withdrawals from shadowy accounts. It it helps, we have blueprints to the facility including the location of the item. Security is mostly based on physical deterrence and anonymity. Nevertheless, there are magical measures in place as well. Beyond that, I believe I have a brief of known security protocols, passive measures and counter measure in the event of an attack. Does that suffice? She leans back a bit in her chair and checks her watch. Should you wish to remove yourself from consideration, please let me know. Your reputation for secrecy precedes you and Digger-san assures your silence. There are other who are perhaps less ... cautious than you.
"Does that suffice?"
Tank looks to Book for recognition moving himself, at least psychologically between Book and Johnson-san. Book nods, "Better, anyway."
"....There are other who are perhaps less ... cautious than you."
Tank smiles at the last crack. They are playing their cards, she is playing hers; Indicative of every negotiation. The face turns back to her, "The team is the very definition of professionalism." He is choosing his words to keep himself disassociated, posturing verbally as a neutral third party. He itemizes once more what is on the table facing Johnsan-san, "You are providing blue prints of the facility including the location of the item, a brief on the facility security and two vehicles. Your compensation offer, at this time, is thirty thousand nuyen plus an, as of yet, unstated bonus for zero casualties." He then turns to Book, "Your issues seem to be the following: An underground facility is infinitely harder to escape from, an increased magical defense grid vastly complicates the run, a lack of full disclosure on the item presents unknown variables into its extraction?"
Book nods, "That is a fair summary."
Without skipping a beat, Tank asks Book, "So this means that there will need to be expensive magical preparations on your side, plus extra gear purchased, information will need to be discreetly purchased. What if Johnson-san provided five thousand a piece to cover these up front expenses, over and above the compensation?"
Book nodded silently. That should be enough to get me through the month and get the foci... Though probably not until the run is over.
Tank looked to system for a nod, then back to Johnson-san. "It appears the team is ready and willing to get your prototype. I assume the expenses are acceptable to insure success?"
Tank looks to Book for recognition moving himself, at least psychologically between Book and Johnson-san. Book nods, "Better, anyway."
"....There are other who are perhaps less ... cautious than you."
Tank smiles at the last crack. They are playing their cards, she is playing hers; Indicative of every negotiation. The face turns back to her, "The team is the very definition of professionalism." He is choosing his words to keep himself disassociated, posturing verbally as a neutral third party. He itemizes once more what is on the table facing Johnsan-san, "You are providing blue prints of the facility including the location of the item, a brief on the facility security and two vehicles. Your compensation offer, at this time, is thirty thousand nuyen plus an, as of yet, unstated bonus for zero casualties." He then turns to Book, "Your issues seem to be the following: An underground facility is infinitely harder to escape from, an increased magical defense grid vastly complicates the run, a lack of full disclosure on the item presents unknown variables into its extraction?"
Book nods, "That is a fair summary."
Without skipping a beat, Tank asks Book, "So this means that there will need to be expensive magical preparations on your side, plus extra gear purchased, information will need to be discreetly purchased. What if Johnson-san provided five thousand a piece to cover these up front expenses, over and above the compensation?"
Book nodded silently. That should be enough to get me through the month and get the foci... Though probably not until the run is over.
Tank looked to system for a nod, then back to Johnson-san. "It appears the team is ready and willing to get your prototype. I assume the expenses are acceptable to insure success?"
The elderly woman purses her lips for a moment. Yes. Yes, that will be fine. She pulls her comm out of her bag and opens an AR window. Here is the information: plans, schedules, briefs, contact information, etc. Snapping her bag shut, she asks, Before I go, is there anything else? She then places a single credstick on the table. The matte black color with a shinny platinum band is unknown. Perhaps it speaks of high limits? System lets out an audible gasp when he sees it.
The lack of a counter proposal concerns Tank. Now, he is as concerned as Book appeared to be earlier. He maintains his composure though, partially through experience, mostly because that is his magic. "No. We will be in touch in the allotted time."
Book watches the woman, silently. The answer on the case still bothers him, but the negotiations were complete and no additional information would be forthcoming. He noted both the cred-stick and System's response. The value of the band would not change the fee she was paying. Forty-five will buy a lot.... and this time I think we may need to hire a distraction. Snake hissed about her secrets, wanting to have them, wanting to know them. I want some of them myself.
Book watches the woman, silently. The answer on the case still bothers him, but the negotiations were complete and no additional information would be forthcoming. He noted both the cred-stick and System's response. The value of the band would not change the fee she was paying. Forty-five will buy a lot.... and this time I think we may need to hire a distraction. Snake hissed about her secrets, wanting to have them, wanting to know them. I want some of them myself.
The woman stands and walks out of the room. System lets out a low whistle. That is a ZO Blackstick - I thought they were a myth. Zurich Orbital can track their location anywhere on earth and there is no limit to the number and amount of transactions they can process. It is always linked to ZO and can actually move funds not just the promise of funds. I would love to take a crack at it. System is almost drooling.
Tank stands as quickly as she does, gives short bow as she steps away and leaves. Book is much slower, but rises as well before returning to his seat.
When only the three are left in the room, Tank considers the situation. After his recent move and new ID associated to his mild paranoia, Tank looks at the stick and then System. "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or mortified." He turns back to the stick.
Book on the other hand is sure. "Why would I want a credstick that can be tracked? Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" The shaman sighs, wrinkles an eyebrow and continues, "Perhaps we should consider ourselves expendable assets at this moment in time. This screams top-ten. This screams-." He stops, turning to the hacker.
<<@Team [Book] 'Clean the loose ends when the job is done'. Scan the room.>>
Book shifts his gaze to the astral, while Tank looks under the table and chairs.
The paranoia level of a shadowrunnng team is directly proportional to the pay. For this team, their pay just hit a new level.
When only the three are left in the room, Tank considers the situation. After his recent move and new ID associated to his mild paranoia, Tank looks at the stick and then System. "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or mortified." He turns back to the stick.
Book on the other hand is sure. "Why would I want a credstick that can be tracked? Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" The shaman sighs, wrinkles an eyebrow and continues, "Perhaps we should consider ourselves expendable assets at this moment in time. This screams top-ten. This screams-." He stops, turning to the hacker.
<<@Team [Book] 'Clean the loose ends when the job is done'. Scan the room.>>
Book shifts his gaze to the astral, while Tank looks under the table and chairs.
The paranoia level of a shadowrunnng team is directly proportional to the pay. For this team, their pay just hit a new level.
System nods and his eyes loose focus. After a few minutes he starts sweating. It is about ten more minutes until he finally relaxes. <<I had to kick out a rather nasty Agent trying to hack Digger's node here in the Cube. After that, I had to bust some tracking nanites that were left in the room. Whoever that woman is, she is not good news.>> Pulling a second credstick from his pack, System begins transfering the funds from the Blackstick. <<I suppose that Digger can keep this for a few days. I would love to take a crack at it but not right now.>>
Book scowls even deeper. He cocks his head sideways as he looks at the swirling dust, then hears System's explanation. Hackers? Nanites? The run hasn't even started yet!
He releases his sustained spell then shifts his perceptions to the astral plane. The watchers outside the room raise his blood pressure. He stops as Tank speaks.
"I think we're pretty small minnows is a seriously large pond on this one."
Book rubs his hand across his face, half because Tank would say such a thing... half because it is true.
Tank looks around not sure what to make of the current scene. "Yea. Pull the yen, leave the stick here. When we're done, it null sheen to me if you keep the stick. Guess I'd better bone up on some more ammo. Maybe some upgrades drones and that chameleon suit I've been putting off buying."
Meanwhile, the shaman wills into existence several watchers of his own. To the first he says, "Chase that watcher away." gesturing to the one watching them. To the second, "Patrol the perimeter of this room. Alert me if any spell or awakened being crosses into it, either on the physical or astral planes." To the third, "Find Digger and ask him to come to the conference room."
The first watcher came in the form of a chihuahua. It lit out through astral space barking and howling like a great dane at the watcher in question, sounds unheard on the material plane of existence. The second watcher arrived in the form of a garter snake and slinked off through the walls around the room looking for eaves droppers. The final watcher came in the form of a 12" tall John Travolta dancing disco style to the beat of the club's music. It danced off into the crowd seeking the dwarf. Unseen by Book when it found the dwarf, it materialized on his shoulder, humming Staying Alive. "Yo, Daddy-o. Book requests that you dance your way to the conference room."
He releases his sustained spell then shifts his perceptions to the astral plane. The watchers outside the room raise his blood pressure. He stops as Tank speaks.
"I think we're pretty small minnows is a seriously large pond on this one."
Book rubs his hand across his face, half because Tank would say such a thing... half because it is true.
Tank looks around not sure what to make of the current scene. "Yea. Pull the yen, leave the stick here. When we're done, it null sheen to me if you keep the stick. Guess I'd better bone up on some more ammo. Maybe some upgrades drones and that chameleon suit I've been putting off buying."
Meanwhile, the shaman wills into existence several watchers of his own. To the first he says, "Chase that watcher away." gesturing to the one watching them. To the second, "Patrol the perimeter of this room. Alert me if any spell or awakened being crosses into it, either on the physical or astral planes." To the third, "Find Digger and ask him to come to the conference room."
The first watcher came in the form of a chihuahua. It lit out through astral space barking and howling like a great dane at the watcher in question, sounds unheard on the material plane of existence. The second watcher arrived in the form of a garter snake and slinked off through the walls around the room looking for eaves droppers. The final watcher came in the form of a 12" tall John Travolta dancing disco style to the beat of the club's music. It danced off into the crowd seeking the dwarf. Unseen by Book when it found the dwarf, it materialized on his shoulder, humming Staying Alive. "Yo, Daddy-o. Book requests that you dance your way to the conference room."
Digger comes in a few minutes later. What can I do for you? I trust the J gave you what you needed?
Tank perks up as the dwarf enters, "Just who I wanted to see." He steps up and towards Digger, "I need that chameleon suit we were talking about."
Book waits for the adept to finish before interjecting. "We need to know about Johnson-san. She is considerably higher rent then our normal clientele... and she broke a rule. She left stuff behind to keep tabs on us. We are going to need to prepare alternate extraction method from this run. I already smell a double cross."
Tank wasn't quite sure that their Johnson would double-cross them more than just make sure they wouldn't double-cross her. He is paranoid to go along with about anything Book was planning though.
Tank added, "Might check into a maglock passkey and other anti-physical security methods. Not sure what we may encounter down there."
Book just grimaced and kept his scowl in place. This surely will not end well.
Book waits for the adept to finish before interjecting. "We need to know about Johnson-san. She is considerably higher rent then our normal clientele... and she broke a rule. She left stuff behind to keep tabs on us. We are going to need to prepare alternate extraction method from this run. I already smell a double cross."
Tank wasn't quite sure that their Johnson would double-cross them more than just make sure they wouldn't double-cross her. He is paranoid to go along with about anything Book was planning though.
Tank added, "Might check into a maglock passkey and other anti-physical security methods. Not sure what we may encounter down there."
Book just grimaced and kept his scowl in place. This surely will not end well.
Digger looks surprised. I checked her our myself. I ... The dwarf is left dumbfounded for a moment. What precisely did she leave in my club? His cheeks start to darken - a sure sign he is getting hot under the collar. With visible effort he calms himself and coolly turns to Tank. Sure, I'll be happy to get you the suit. Let me take a look at what I got. Anything else?
Once he finishes with the questions and answers he turns on his heel and marches out of the room. With a look over his shoulder he adds, Stay as long as you like.
Once he finishes with the questions and answers he turns on his heel and marches out of the room. With a look over his shoulder he adds, Stay as long as you like.
Book looks to the dwarf. "It comes with the territory; Nature of the business. Given the tech she had, we are playing in the big time. If we want the big bucks, we gotta expect to play with a rough crowd." He considers the situation silently for a moment, "the trick is for us to stay one step ahead." He considers breaking into his savings for one of those suits himself. He also reflects on a new spell he may need for this run. I hate brute force, but I need a fall back it all else fails.
Tank puts a hand on Digger's shoulder, "System said they was nanites." He turns to the hacker, "You did smash 'em, trash 'em or whatever is required to neutralize those little bastards, right?" Turning back to their fixer, "I better stock up on a few clips of stick-n-shock." It's times like these I wish I was one of those magical martial artist adept dudes.
Tank puts a hand on Digger's shoulder, "System said they was nanites." He turns to the hacker, "You did smash 'em, trash 'em or whatever is required to neutralize those little bastards, right?" Turning back to their fixer, "I better stock up on a few clips of stick-n-shock." It's times like these I wish I was one of those magical martial artist adept dudes.
Digger takes note of everything said. His eyes lose focus for a minute while he sets up his AR windows. Ok. I ... uh. I ... He hesitates for a while. System, I need your help. I need someone to poke through my Matrix security and see what it will take to bring it up to speed. I need to know if the money I paid was worth it. Turning to Book he adds, You have a recommendation for someone who could throw down some magical security? Tank, same for physical security?
He nods, satisfied. Now, I'll give you a call on the gear once I have a line on it.
He nods, satisfied. Now, I'll give you a call on the gear once I have a line on it.
Book hadn't been soliciting for more work, but it did make a rude sort of sense. "I'll need access to the club when not one is around. I can ward the office areas, that should suffice, at least initially." He weighs watchers and spirits on patrol. Nothing here to warrant that. Looking back at Digger, "You might also suggest a posted club policy on magic use. Then on meet nights I can post watchers who will alert the bouncers on who to bounce out the door for breaking said policy."
Tank, meanwhile, turns to System. "If you'll give me a security account, I'll review the camera placements." I'm betting he has nothing more than cameras.... He then turns back to their fixer, smiling at the role reversal, "We'll hook you up." I've always wondered how many running teams he works with...
Book switches gears, mentally. "System, I think we all need to pony up for one of those chameleon suits.."
Tank raises a finger. "Yo hoss. Those run in the neighborhood of 8k."
Book raises an eyebrow. He knew they'd be pricey, but hadn't expected that much. "Our retainer won't cover that, especially if we're looking to arrange an alternate exit. System, can you come up with four to five k? Digger - Any volume discounts on those things?" His mind was also on the cost of the spell he was about to acquire. Snake is not going to like it, but it is definitely required...
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Once the questions are answered, Book turns to the duo. "Perhaps we should take the evening for a little R&R.... It may be a while before we have any again..."
Tank smiles, not quite sure whether it is more thought of the platinum blond's elf's sizable breasts in his hands or a bourbon and coke. Either way, he intended to indulge in both.
Tank, meanwhile, turns to System. "If you'll give me a security account, I'll review the camera placements." I'm betting he has nothing more than cameras.... He then turns back to their fixer, smiling at the role reversal, "We'll hook you up." I've always wondered how many running teams he works with...
Book switches gears, mentally. "System, I think we all need to pony up for one of those chameleon suits.."
Tank raises a finger. "Yo hoss. Those run in the neighborhood of 8k."
Book raises an eyebrow. He knew they'd be pricey, but hadn't expected that much. "Our retainer won't cover that, especially if we're looking to arrange an alternate exit. System, can you come up with four to five k? Digger - Any volume discounts on those things?" His mind was also on the cost of the spell he was about to acquire. Snake is not going to like it, but it is definitely required...
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Once the questions are answered, Book turns to the duo. "Perhaps we should take the evening for a little R&R.... It may be a while before we have any again..."
Tank smiles, not quite sure whether it is more thought of the platinum blond's elf's sizable breasts in his hands or a bourbon and coke. Either way, he intended to indulge in both.
Book's night goes well. He is able to meet several interesting people in the bar. He even learns a few secrets about Digger by piecing together various comments. It appears that Digger is out of the doghouse with the Star after the recent shake up in the ranks. He also has some heavy gambling debts to the Family. At the end of the night there is both a young ork and a thirty-something elf that have hinted they would like to go home with him.
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Tank's night goes well; however, not as well as Book's. His lines aren't quite as smooth and the ladies aren't quite a smitten as normal. Nevertheless, he racks up comm codes in the dozens.
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System seems to fade away after a few minutes at the club.
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Tank's night goes well; however, not as well as Book's. His lines aren't quite as smooth and the ladies aren't quite a smitten as normal. Nevertheless, he racks up comm codes in the dozens.
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System seems to fade away after a few minutes at the club.
As the night draws to a close, Daltonis actually chilling. A number of prospects, but what has his attention is the duo giving Book their attention; Neither are quite within his standards. To each their own.
Book barely notices when System slips off. At first, he feels awkward mixing in the bar; Not his normal scene. As talk begins to flow a little freer and he uncovers a little information he did not have before, he begins to feel in his element. A drink or two and he starts loosening up, even flirting. People are friendly adding to his euphoria. The elf milf catches his eye first. Elven women always draw his eye: Slender figures, long pointed ears and a mythical allure. On the other hand, the aggressive young ork woman was sensual in a more primeval fashion.
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The night before was a blur, all that he knew was that he was sore; His entire body hurt. He felt a body on left arm and looked over in the early morning light to see the elven woman sleeping peacefully. He did not recognize the room he was in and considered getting up, when he felt someone roll into him on his right side. A strong, yet feminine arm wrapped around him waist, her hand landing on the elven woman's stomach. No wonder I hurt.
At first, he is unsure what to do. As he begins to extricate himself from the two women, they stir to consciousness.
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Book drinks his juice while making small talk. Earlier, in order to mitigate his own unease, he had suggested breakfast. After last night, everyone was up for that. With a IHOP a short cab ride away they are now getting to know each other a bit more in the light of day. Despite his lack of experience in social graces, Book's natural charisma is definitely an asset.
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A cab ride later, numbers exchanged and both ladies delivered home Book makes his way to Bolo's. There was a spell he was anticipating needed on this run.....
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Tank had connected with one of the numbers he collected during the evening and then slipped out while she was asleep. Returning to his new home, he sat up for a while after arriving. The map of the facility was not sitting easy on his stomach. He is a tanker and used to enclosed spaces, but a space he controlled; He's not a tunnel-rat. This job called for a tunnel rat. Tunnels were to easy to trap you in. In a tank, if the dmz gets too hot you pull out. If a tunnel gets too hot, you die.
As he drifted off to sleep, he he thought about Johnson-san's words: We merely want you to understand that the other side does not use non-lethal force and has a shoot first, ask questions later policy.
Every run is like that. Someone wants to hurt you to set an example, to simplify the paperwork or just to get their lollies. This one feels different. Eventually he got to sleep, though it was far from restful.
Book barely notices when System slips off. At first, he feels awkward mixing in the bar; Not his normal scene. As talk begins to flow a little freer and he uncovers a little information he did not have before, he begins to feel in his element. A drink or two and he starts loosening up, even flirting. People are friendly adding to his euphoria. The elf milf catches his eye first. Elven women always draw his eye: Slender figures, long pointed ears and a mythical allure. On the other hand, the aggressive young ork woman was sensual in a more primeval fashion.
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The night before was a blur, all that he knew was that he was sore; His entire body hurt. He felt a body on left arm and looked over in the early morning light to see the elven woman sleeping peacefully. He did not recognize the room he was in and considered getting up, when he felt someone roll into him on his right side. A strong, yet feminine arm wrapped around him waist, her hand landing on the elven woman's stomach. No wonder I hurt.
At first, he is unsure what to do. As he begins to extricate himself from the two women, they stir to consciousness.
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Book drinks his juice while making small talk. Earlier, in order to mitigate his own unease, he had suggested breakfast. After last night, everyone was up for that. With a IHOP a short cab ride away they are now getting to know each other a bit more in the light of day. Despite his lack of experience in social graces, Book's natural charisma is definitely an asset.
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A cab ride later, numbers exchanged and both ladies delivered home Book makes his way to Bolo's. There was a spell he was anticipating needed on this run.....
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Tank had connected with one of the numbers he collected during the evening and then slipped out while she was asleep. Returning to his new home, he sat up for a while after arriving. The map of the facility was not sitting easy on his stomach. He is a tanker and used to enclosed spaces, but a space he controlled; He's not a tunnel-rat. This job called for a tunnel rat. Tunnels were to easy to trap you in. In a tank, if the dmz gets too hot you pull out. If a tunnel gets too hot, you die.
As he drifted off to sleep, he he thought about Johnson-san's words: We merely want you to understand that the other side does not use non-lethal force and has a shoot first, ask questions later policy.
Every run is like that. Someone wants to hurt you to set an example, to simplify the paperwork or just to get their lollies. This one feels different. Eventually he got to sleep, though it was far from restful.
Book finds himself in small talk with both of the women. Surprisingly, the two women don't go at each other. As happens with all conversations there is a lull when nothing more can be said. The suggestion to eat at IHOP is taken well in stride. In the end, Book has two numbers from a flirty elf and a forward ork.
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A knight in shinning armor appears to Book in AR and opens a scroll. Thereon is a message:
<<Guys, I can't find a way to get more cash right now.>>
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Over the course of several days the team gets calls from various sources.
A greasy Italian is offering Chameleon Suits for 6500 nuyen.
A well known arms dealer has the stick-n-shock for 1000 nuyen.
A back alley mechanic has the various drone programs:
- Defense Autosoft for 2k
- Covert Ops Autosoft for 650
- Clearsight R3 Autosoft for 650
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Bolo gives Book a call from the Talismonger Shop. I found that spell formula you were looking for. It will run about 1,800 'yen.
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A knight in shinning armor appears to Book in AR and opens a scroll. Thereon is a message:
<<Guys, I can't find a way to get more cash right now.>>
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Over the course of several days the team gets calls from various sources.
A greasy Italian is offering Chameleon Suits for 6500 nuyen.
A well known arms dealer has the stick-n-shock for 1000 nuyen.
A back alley mechanic has the various drone programs:
- Defense Autosoft for 2k
- Covert Ops Autosoft for 650
- Clearsight R3 Autosoft for 650
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Bolo gives Book a call from the Talismonger Shop. I found that spell formula you were looking for. It will run about 1,800 'yen.
Day #1 (after the meet)
Book was concerned where the hacker was spending his money. He should have had a few grand to cover equipment expenses. It was also at this point that he wished Tank had just negotiated for the chameleon suits with Johnson-san. Another moment's reflection and he wasn't sure. Right now that wasn't in their M.O. and Book had a nagging feeling in the back of his brain that the suits might just be the edge they need some day.
<<@Team [Book] System - We can cover you upfront and work it out in the end, but I believe we all need this gear on this one. Our escape may depend on it. We need you to poke around and see if you can figure out who actually owns the facility. We're gonna make enemies here and I'd like to know just how powerful and how bad a reputation for revenge they are.>>
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Day #3
The days seemed to drag on. Dalton's mood was far from his normal, jovial self. The tunnel rat thing was really getting to him.
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The run has the opposite effect on Book. It might be the prospect of death causing him to live a little or snake's joy at the secrets buried in the facility. In either case, he visits both the elven woman and the ork woman from the night of the meet, separately.
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The call from someone calling themselves Lug-Nut came out of the blue. After checking the guy's reference with Digger, Tank arrives at the meet alone. Well, not quite alone; His doberman is on full defense in the back of the cruiser. The guy turns out to be straight up and 3,300
later Tank's com is loaded with several new pieces of software.
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Day #4
Dalton sat back in his seat when the message came in. Six Gun is a well known gun runner in the Atlanta area. After a few moment the realization sets in: Six Gun has to sell to someone, a lot of someone's in fact, to be big time. That fact didn't stop Dalton from feeling a couple of notches higher in the food chain though. Granted, he was only collecting four clips of ammunition. Perhaps next time it would be considerably more.
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Day #5
Dalton spent the better part of his day drinking at the Cube. Half their prep time for the run had passed. They still needed the armor and Book said there is something he was still missing that Dalton couldn't get. What the hell can't I get?
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Day #6
The incessant beeping of the com finally brought Dalton to a state that mostly passed for consciousness. "You'se the guy lookin' for the suits?"
"I might be." Dalton was able say through the pounding.
"Either you'se is are you'se ain'ts... Makes no difference to me."
"I'm listening."
The greasy little Italian who identified himself as Joey "Two-Fingers" arranged a meet at a little cafe called Mama's. Dalton was pretty sure they had covered all their tracks in the last run, but you never could be too sure. He staked out the meet, scouting with his fly-spy and parking down the street leaving his doberman on high-alert defense.
Joey led him through the cafe and out the back door to a sedan parked in the alley. Popping the trunk he revealed three packages: SWAT issue chameleon suits. "Ten kay each. You were wanting all three?"
"Ten? I just wanted to buy the suits, not monkeys to wear them and a warranty too."
"These are hard to come by-" Tank had pulled out his scanner. "Why's that thing beeping?"
Tank turned to the fence. "You know these things are all RFID tagged? What the hell are you trying to pull?"
"I- Well-" Joey stammered, then blushed for a moment. "Six-Five and you keep the RFID tag just between us."
Tank already had a credstick loaded with the nuyen from the ZO credstick. He added the additional nuyen and called it a day. A few more minutes and he'd start haggling up realizing he'd misspoke. Tank smashed the tags and took the suits, making haste just in case someone was actively tracked in the suits. He sent his car home on its own and made his way back to his safe house three hours later after changing transportation and route six times to insure he wasn't followed.
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Bolo's call was welcome indeed. Book was beginning to get skittish. He immediately made the trip to pick up the formula, dismissing her questions with a smile and paying her the requested fee. "Perhaps some day I will right my memoirs..."
Her only reply was, "You still follow Snake, right.....?"
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Day #7
For Eric, the day is absorbed in learning the formula; Basking in its secrets.
Dalton, on the other hand, spends the day checking over the new gear. By mid-evening he is back at the Cube.
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Day #8
Dalton wakes up in another bimbo's flop in a low rent apartment building. To be truthful, he didn't even remember the night before. Once he made it home, he did something out of character: He stayed at home for the night.
Book on the other hand, flush with the success of learning a new spell decided to celebrate. He decided to try to set up another wild evening.....
Book was concerned where the hacker was spending his money. He should have had a few grand to cover equipment expenses. It was also at this point that he wished Tank had just negotiated for the chameleon suits with Johnson-san. Another moment's reflection and he wasn't sure. Right now that wasn't in their M.O. and Book had a nagging feeling in the back of his brain that the suits might just be the edge they need some day.
<<@Team [Book] System - We can cover you upfront and work it out in the end, but I believe we all need this gear on this one. Our escape may depend on it. We need you to poke around and see if you can figure out who actually owns the facility. We're gonna make enemies here and I'd like to know just how powerful and how bad a reputation for revenge they are.>>
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Day #3
The days seemed to drag on. Dalton's mood was far from his normal, jovial self. The tunnel rat thing was really getting to him.
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The run has the opposite effect on Book. It might be the prospect of death causing him to live a little or snake's joy at the secrets buried in the facility. In either case, he visits both the elven woman and the ork woman from the night of the meet, separately.
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The call from someone calling themselves Lug-Nut came out of the blue. After checking the guy's reference with Digger, Tank arrives at the meet alone. Well, not quite alone; His doberman is on full defense in the back of the cruiser. The guy turns out to be straight up and 3,300
later Tank's com is loaded with several new pieces of software.----------------
Day #4
Dalton sat back in his seat when the message came in. Six Gun is a well known gun runner in the Atlanta area. After a few moment the realization sets in: Six Gun has to sell to someone, a lot of someone's in fact, to be big time. That fact didn't stop Dalton from feeling a couple of notches higher in the food chain though. Granted, he was only collecting four clips of ammunition. Perhaps next time it would be considerably more.
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Day #5
Dalton spent the better part of his day drinking at the Cube. Half their prep time for the run had passed. They still needed the armor and Book said there is something he was still missing that Dalton couldn't get. What the hell can't I get?
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Day #6
The incessant beeping of the com finally brought Dalton to a state that mostly passed for consciousness. "You'se the guy lookin' for the suits?"
"I might be." Dalton was able say through the pounding.
"Either you'se is are you'se ain'ts... Makes no difference to me."
"I'm listening."
The greasy little Italian who identified himself as Joey "Two-Fingers" arranged a meet at a little cafe called Mama's. Dalton was pretty sure they had covered all their tracks in the last run, but you never could be too sure. He staked out the meet, scouting with his fly-spy and parking down the street leaving his doberman on high-alert defense.
Joey led him through the cafe and out the back door to a sedan parked in the alley. Popping the trunk he revealed three packages: SWAT issue chameleon suits. "Ten kay each. You were wanting all three?"
"Ten? I just wanted to buy the suits, not monkeys to wear them and a warranty too."
"These are hard to come by-" Tank had pulled out his scanner. "Why's that thing beeping?"
Tank turned to the fence. "You know these things are all RFID tagged? What the hell are you trying to pull?"
"I- Well-" Joey stammered, then blushed for a moment. "Six-Five and you keep the RFID tag just between us."
Tank already had a credstick loaded with the nuyen from the ZO credstick. He added the additional nuyen and called it a day. A few more minutes and he'd start haggling up realizing he'd misspoke. Tank smashed the tags and took the suits, making haste just in case someone was actively tracked in the suits. He sent his car home on its own and made his way back to his safe house three hours later after changing transportation and route six times to insure he wasn't followed.
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Bolo's call was welcome indeed. Book was beginning to get skittish. He immediately made the trip to pick up the formula, dismissing her questions with a smile and paying her the requested fee. "Perhaps some day I will right my memoirs..."
Her only reply was, "You still follow Snake, right.....?"
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Day #7
For Eric, the day is absorbed in learning the formula; Basking in its secrets.
Dalton, on the other hand, spends the day checking over the new gear. By mid-evening he is back at the Cube.
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Day #8
Dalton wakes up in another bimbo's flop in a low rent apartment building. To be truthful, he didn't even remember the night before. Once he made it home, he did something out of character: He stayed at home for the night.
Book on the other hand, flush with the success of learning a new spell decided to celebrate. He decided to try to set up another wild evening.....
Day #8 Evening
Dalton passes a relatively quiet night at home. The only things that stay on his mind are the swirling details and the occasional thought of a drink.
Eric on the other hand is enjoying himself. Although he doesn't seem to be in the zone the say way he was either in the week, he nevertheless is quite a hit with the ladies. The only thing lowering his mood is Snake calling him to seek out the secrets before him.
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Day #9 Morning
System, having been absent from all forms of communication for more than a week, surfaces with a comm message. It is just a text file with heavy encryption. Surprisingly, both Tank's and Book's comms launch a previously unknown verification program. It says, Almost have an owner for the facility. The rest of the story is scary. Meet me at the Dona Lumirez taco bar. There is a simple map attached.
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Dona Lumirez has been dead and gone for over two decades; however, her restaurant lives on. The taco bar is loud, crowded and busy. It is on the edge of a security zone where IDs are highly useful but not required. The place has the kind of setup that most runner bars strive for but often fail at providing. System is already there chowing down on beans, rice, and burritos. The food smells quite pleasant and some of it, judging by the prices is real food - not processed soy.
System motions for the other two to sit down at the booth he has been saving. We gotta eat to keep the booth so dig in and I'll fill you in as you fill you. He smiles at his weak attempt at humor.
Dalton passes a relatively quiet night at home. The only things that stay on his mind are the swirling details and the occasional thought of a drink.
Eric on the other hand is enjoying himself. Although he doesn't seem to be in the zone the say way he was either in the week, he nevertheless is quite a hit with the ladies. The only thing lowering his mood is Snake calling him to seek out the secrets before him.
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Day #9 Morning
System, having been absent from all forms of communication for more than a week, surfaces with a comm message. It is just a text file with heavy encryption. Surprisingly, both Tank's and Book's comms launch a previously unknown verification program. It says, Almost have an owner for the facility. The rest of the story is scary. Meet me at the Dona Lumirez taco bar. There is a simple map attached.
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Dona Lumirez has been dead and gone for over two decades; however, her restaurant lives on. The taco bar is loud, crowded and busy. It is on the edge of a security zone where IDs are highly useful but not required. The place has the kind of setup that most runner bars strive for but often fail at providing. System is already there chowing down on beans, rice, and burritos. The food smells quite pleasant and some of it, judging by the prices is real food - not processed soy.
System motions for the other two to sit down at the booth he has been saving. We gotta eat to keep the booth so dig in and I'll fill you in as you fill you. He smiles at his weak attempt at humor.
Day #8 Evening
Eric plays the evening for what it is, a distraction from the upcoming run. This time however, he elects to remember it the next morning. In the light of the club, he elects form over function and goes home with the elven woman from the week before.
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Day #9 Morning
Eric awakes first and takes several long minutes to admire the curves and form of the sleeping woman and her timeless beauty. Being elven, it is her eyes and the way she carries herself that betrays her being a few years older than the typical club goer. It is probably those two items that attracts him to her.
They are dressing and he is considering breakfast when the call comes from System. He kisses her gently before breaking the news. "Just got a wave from a coworker. We have a project that appears to have some issues. I need to meet with him this morning. Rain check on breakfast?"
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Dalton had awoken early and was carrying a water bottle around, a surrogate for an alcoholic drink. He wanted to be sober in the tunnels. He was watching an old war movie of the Aztlan Wars when the call came from System.
He tagged Book after he dressed. The shaman's location was in a neighborhood other than where Tank normally picked him up. Interesting... As usual his GPS signal was obfuscated to a two block bubble. He was somewhere in that bubble, though the com would not provide an exact location.
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Book was at a coffee shop when he fully enabled TeamNet®. Tank arrived a sort time later, looking especially spry and clear for the time of morning... it almost concerned Book.
As they walk into the taco bar, both note the noise level and both note with a little humor how System does like to eat. Book calls up a pair of watchers to keep astral watch for eaves droppers and astral trackers.
The duo make their way to the ork's booth and slide in. Book realizes it has been a while since he has eaten and is pleasantly surprised at the quality of food. A notch or two above the hacker's normal fare. "I have to give you credit . This looks good." the shaman says with a smile.
<<@Team [Book] Scary? The map was scary. I assume you mean absolutely horrifying?>>
Eric plays the evening for what it is, a distraction from the upcoming run. This time however, he elects to remember it the next morning. In the light of the club, he elects form over function and goes home with the elven woman from the week before.
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Day #9 Morning
Eric awakes first and takes several long minutes to admire the curves and form of the sleeping woman and her timeless beauty. Being elven, it is her eyes and the way she carries herself that betrays her being a few years older than the typical club goer. It is probably those two items that attracts him to her.
They are dressing and he is considering breakfast when the call comes from System. He kisses her gently before breaking the news. "Just got a wave from a coworker. We have a project that appears to have some issues. I need to meet with him this morning. Rain check on breakfast?"
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Dalton had awoken early and was carrying a water bottle around, a surrogate for an alcoholic drink. He wanted to be sober in the tunnels. He was watching an old war movie of the Aztlan Wars when the call came from System.
He tagged Book after he dressed. The shaman's location was in a neighborhood other than where Tank normally picked him up. Interesting... As usual his GPS signal was obfuscated to a two block bubble. He was somewhere in that bubble, though the com would not provide an exact location.
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Book was at a coffee shop when he fully enabled TeamNet®. Tank arrived a sort time later, looking especially spry and clear for the time of morning... it almost concerned Book.
As they walk into the taco bar, both note the noise level and both note with a little humor how System does like to eat. Book calls up a pair of watchers to keep astral watch for eaves droppers and astral trackers.
The duo make their way to the ork's booth and slide in. Book realizes it has been a while since he has eaten and is pleasantly surprised at the quality of food. A notch or two above the hacker's normal fare. "I have to give you credit . This looks good." the shaman says with a smile.
<<@Team [Book] Scary? The map was scary. I assume you mean absolutely horrifying?>>
System nods over his burrito. See, I told you this place was sweet.
<<@Team[System]The map was pretty messed up but that isn't what's scary. The land above the lab is owned by a few no name companies. The security perimeter is there for the honorable purpose of keeping down incidents of vandalism. No crime is ever reported there. The surrounding is a mix of light and heavy industry with a small collection of SINless housing. The Star suspects that the Yaks have an operation in that area. All the front companies trace back to one source. Any guesses? No? Ok, how does Saeder Krupp strike you?>>
System takes a breath and try to hide it by rubbing his stomach.
<<If S-K being the owner weren't bad enough, I haven't been able to find a security node for the place so I'm guessing they have an independent wireless system. The alternative is truly horrifying. I don't like the idea of being underground with a hard-wired system. The good news. Our J was correct. Deliveries are made on a pretty regular basis. Food in, garbage out. Busses full of people, etc.>>
<<@Team[System]The map was pretty messed up but that isn't what's scary. The land above the lab is owned by a few no name companies. The security perimeter is there for the honorable purpose of keeping down incidents of vandalism. No crime is ever reported there. The surrounding is a mix of light and heavy industry with a small collection of SINless housing. The Star suspects that the Yaks have an operation in that area. All the front companies trace back to one source. Any guesses? No? Ok, how does Saeder Krupp strike you?>>
System takes a breath and try to hide it by rubbing his stomach.
<<If S-K being the owner weren't bad enough, I haven't been able to find a security node for the place so I'm guessing they have an independent wireless system. The alternative is truly horrifying. I don't like the idea of being underground with a hard-wired system. The good news. Our J was correct. Deliveries are made on a pretty regular basis. Food in, garbage out. Busses full of people, etc.>>
Book nearly chokes, then nearly spews his food across the room.
<<@Team [Book] Saeder Krupp?! Aren't they the company with the Dragon?>>
Dalton pauses with a mouthful of taco, the wheels turning.
<<@Team [Tank] How old is the facility? I gotta bet that was there before the crash.... and yea, that screams hard wired. It also screams a whole new level of security. Can't even dream what the escalation would be on the magic side, but on the mundane we're talking freakin' nanites. We're potentially talking wireless inhibitors, though I bet the concrete bunker inhibits the wireless plenty good so as to not even both with dampeners. You guys ever see Aliens XX? I was a rip off of Aliens IV, but the point is: They can seal each level from the inside. You simply always staff it from the inside with redundant systems.>>
Book's emotions are mixed. Snake wants to know what magic defenses are there. Eric thinks, piss on that. "I think I've bitten off more than I can chew."
Dalton raises an eyebrow trying to figure out if the shaman was referring to the taco... or the run.
<<@Team [Tank] Forty-Five is way light for this kinda of heat.>>
Book then turns a little pale.
<<@Team [Book] We can't even get saved by our man in blue here. We get caught inside, we make a big scene, in seconds Saeder Krupp takes legal possession of the site and declares extraterritoriality and we are screwed.>>
His appetite pretty well gone, he looks at the mess of food on his plate. Broken bits of taco shell, pieces of lettuce, cheese and meat. "This is messy."
Dalton looks over at what the shaman is looking at. "So let's plan on being messy." He begins breaking up his taco. "Now find the shell with my tooth mark."
Book looks at him. "Are you crazy?" Then back down at the plate, then back to the adept. "That will negate our bonus."
Dalton smiles. "Perhaps.... Perhaps not."
<<@Team [Tank] I can live without the bonus if get out alive.>>
Book looks to System.
<<@Team [Book] I assume this means you got access to external systems? Perhaps systems that track personnel and shipments? We got one day left to work out several contingencies.>>
<<@Team [Book] Saeder Krupp?! Aren't they the company with the Dragon?>>
Dalton pauses with a mouthful of taco, the wheels turning.
<<@Team [Tank] How old is the facility? I gotta bet that was there before the crash.... and yea, that screams hard wired. It also screams a whole new level of security. Can't even dream what the escalation would be on the magic side, but on the mundane we're talking freakin' nanites. We're potentially talking wireless inhibitors, though I bet the concrete bunker inhibits the wireless plenty good so as to not even both with dampeners. You guys ever see Aliens XX? I was a rip off of Aliens IV, but the point is: They can seal each level from the inside. You simply always staff it from the inside with redundant systems.>>
Book's emotions are mixed. Snake wants to know what magic defenses are there. Eric thinks, piss on that. "I think I've bitten off more than I can chew."
Dalton raises an eyebrow trying to figure out if the shaman was referring to the taco... or the run.
<<@Team [Tank] Forty-Five is way light for this kinda of heat.>>
Book then turns a little pale.
<<@Team [Book] We can't even get saved by our man in blue here. We get caught inside, we make a big scene, in seconds Saeder Krupp takes legal possession of the site and declares extraterritoriality and we are screwed.>>
His appetite pretty well gone, he looks at the mess of food on his plate. Broken bits of taco shell, pieces of lettuce, cheese and meat. "This is messy."
Dalton looks over at what the shaman is looking at. "So let's plan on being messy." He begins breaking up his taco. "Now find the shell with my tooth mark."
Book looks at him. "Are you crazy?" Then back down at the plate, then back to the adept. "That will negate our bonus."
Dalton smiles. "Perhaps.... Perhaps not."
<<@Team [Tank] I can live without the bonus if get out alive.>>
Book looks to System.
<<@Team [Book] I assume this means you got access to external systems? Perhaps systems that track personnel and shipments? We got one day left to work out several contingencies.>>
<<@Team[System]Perephery systems might be a better description. See, the thing about facilities this size is that you can't hide everything. Back around 100 years ago or so, there was a facility in the old US that technically didn't exist. Called it Area 51. Everyone could see it but no one would acknowledge the place. Same problem - the support organization proved it existed.>>
System takes a large gulp of his soda and the continues.
<<@Team[System]Thing is, we have more information than the J let on. I can tell you when they get the laundry washed, when the food gets delivered, and more importantly, I can tell you when they are low on people and when they have the waste hauled out. That could be an alternate way in and/or a way out. Now, as to the age of the place. Best I can tell, it came online around five years ago. That's post-Crash but that don't mean that they didn't build it without wires. I can't tell you what they are doing there but it has a lot to do with electronic hardware - i.e. computers and a list of stuff that I didn't recognize.>>
He transmits a list of material to the team.
<<@Team[System]What do you make of that?>>
System takes a large gulp of his soda and the continues.
<<@Team[System]Thing is, we have more information than the J let on. I can tell you when they get the laundry washed, when the food gets delivered, and more importantly, I can tell you when they are low on people and when they have the waste hauled out. That could be an alternate way in and/or a way out. Now, as to the age of the place. Best I can tell, it came online around five years ago. That's post-Crash but that don't mean that they didn't build it without wires. I can't tell you what they are doing there but it has a lot to do with electronic hardware - i.e. computers and a list of stuff that I didn't recognize.>>
He transmits a list of material to the team.
<<@Team[System]What do you make of that?>>
Looking the list over, Book groans.
<<@Team [Book] That is magical components. Lots of them.>>
He bows his head in resignation for a moment before continuing.
<<@Team [Book] Tank - We need to be ready to blast our way back out. System - I need to know how many of the support personnel are mages. We also need..... We need to assume the identity of some of the folks inside once we are in to facilitate our ability to move around. We need to plan for the worst and hope for the best. >>
<<@Team [Tank] Worst case is spirits are intermingled with the people meaning that area affect weapons will need to be lethal to deal with all combatants. Worst case also is that there are more spirits than you can handle...>>
For the countless time in this short conversation, Book again sighs.
<<@Team [Book] We will need to locate the mages quickly. System - I will definitely need a complete count of the mages you expect to be onsite. If you can get personnel logs on them that would be cream. I really need to know how many of them have offensive spells and how many are conjurers. If that count is too high, we will have to consider scrubbing the entire run.>>
Tank continues to eat. If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna be well fed first!
<<@Team [Tank] I have a pair of fragmentation grenades. I better get a case more. I also am short on lethal rounds. Better get a few clips of those as well.>>
Book picks over his food, waiting for further details from the hacker.
<<@Team [Book] That is magical components. Lots of them.>>
He bows his head in resignation for a moment before continuing.
<<@Team [Book] Tank - We need to be ready to blast our way back out. System - I need to know how many of the support personnel are mages. We also need..... We need to assume the identity of some of the folks inside once we are in to facilitate our ability to move around. We need to plan for the worst and hope for the best. >>
<<@Team [Tank] Worst case is spirits are intermingled with the people meaning that area affect weapons will need to be lethal to deal with all combatants. Worst case also is that there are more spirits than you can handle...>>
For the countless time in this short conversation, Book again sighs.
<<@Team [Book] We will need to locate the mages quickly. System - I will definitely need a complete count of the mages you expect to be onsite. If you can get personnel logs on them that would be cream. I really need to know how many of them have offensive spells and how many are conjurers. If that count is too high, we will have to consider scrubbing the entire run.>>
Tank continues to eat. If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna be well fed first!
<<@Team [Tank] I have a pair of fragmentation grenades. I better get a case more. I also am short on lethal rounds. Better get a few clips of those as well.>>
Book picks over his food, waiting for further details from the hacker.
System smiles. Finish up your food and we'll head over to my place.
<<@Team[System]It's time I showed you what I have been working on for the past several weeks. Finish up and we'll head over that way.>>
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After reaching a non-descript building on the outskirts of the city, System opens a door leading to a small office with the name "Richard Blazon, PI" engraved on the door. It opens to System's touch. The front part of the office looks lived in but resembles the stereotypical PI office from the trid shows. The back however, looks like a computer graveyard. There are open circuits in a fish tank connected to flash memory and some type of whirring device. The lighting is a mix of various types of bulbs at various settings. There is a loop of copper wired around the whole room woven into and around the various parts. At least seven comms and what looks like an old cyberdeck are wire in as well. In the center of the room is a comfortable looking chair.
System beams with pride as the two take in the room.
Now, we can get somewhere.
<<@Team[System]It's time I showed you what I have been working on for the past several weeks. Finish up and we'll head over that way.>>
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After reaching a non-descript building on the outskirts of the city, System opens a door leading to a small office with the name "Richard Blazon, PI" engraved on the door. It opens to System's touch. The front part of the office looks lived in but resembles the stereotypical PI office from the trid shows. The back however, looks like a computer graveyard. There are open circuits in a fish tank connected to flash memory and some type of whirring device. The lighting is a mix of various types of bulbs at various settings. There is a loop of copper wired around the whole room woven into and around the various parts. At least seven comms and what looks like an old cyberdeck are wire in as well. In the center of the room is a comfortable looking chair.
System beams with pride as the two take in the room.
Now, we can get somewhere.
Book pushes the plate away, his appetite gone. Tank on the other hand scarfs his down. No sense going hungry...
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The duo follow the hacker through the building and into the office. Book takes in the surroundings, more interested in the hacker than the surroundings. Again, Tank shows himself to be the shamans opposite. He lingers in the front office amazed at this new aspect of the ork before proceeding into the back room and finding yet another side of the hacker. The second room however is more of what he expected to find and he smiles at the sight. "Quite a command center."
Book nods. "Show us what you have."
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The duo follow the hacker through the building and into the office. Book takes in the surroundings, more interested in the hacker than the surroundings. Again, Tank shows himself to be the shamans opposite. He lingers in the front office amazed at this new aspect of the ork before proceeding into the back room and finding yet another side of the hacker. The second room however is more of what he expected to find and he smiles at the sight. "Quite a command center."
Book nods. "Show us what you have."
With a smile from one ear to the other System responds, Grab a chair out of the other office and pull up a piece of wall - just don't touch my stuff. This allows me to hear the ebb and flow of the matrix. Shortly the lights dim but maintain their relative brightness. System goes limp in the chair as the AR wallpaper springs into existence. It is formed of jungle plants covering buildings. The reality of the AR is impressive. A tall muscular ork in robes and holding a staff approaches you. I would be careful here. This part of the matrix is a bit more lively than most. I'd suggest that you sit tight. The wizard waves his hands and two dog like creatures and a horse appear at his side. Like a streak of lightning the "wizard" is gone.
After what seems like hours the wizards appears with a torn cloak and smoking and blackened staff. The AR wallpaper drops and the two of them are faced with System clutching his head and drips of blood coming from his nose.
Damn ... that hurt. I got to the data we needed but got caught in the crossfire between their matrix security and icons wearing samurai and ninja clothing. Whew. I ... don't think anyone knows I was in during the attack ... but I'm glad they were there to keep the security occupied. We got schedules ... and you are looking at the three newest employees for the facility. ... Now, I gotta sleep for a little.
System passes out in a comfortable position.
After what seems like hours the wizards appears with a torn cloak and smoking and blackened staff. The AR wallpaper drops and the two of them are faced with System clutching his head and drips of blood coming from his nose.
Damn ... that hurt. I got to the data we needed but got caught in the crossfire between their matrix security and icons wearing samurai and ninja clothing. Whew. I ... don't think anyone knows I was in during the attack ... but I'm glad they were there to keep the security occupied. We got schedules ... and you are looking at the three newest employees for the facility. ... Now, I gotta sleep for a little.
System passes out in a comfortable position.
Tank goes and gets a chair as soon as System mentions it. Book on the other hand stands, watching the hacker as he shifts to the virtual world. They both listen silently as he briefs them. Book considers the chair then sits on a spot of the floor with clean spot of wall.
Tank dives into the current e-copy of UCAS Military Today. You can take the man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of the man.
Book sits considers what he just saw. The ork dreamed the dream of touching mana. He considered himself a wizard of the matrix and in a way, he is. Of course, the problem is that System will never truly know what it is like. The difference is like a book. As Tank sits reading through the ezine, he cannot begin to fathom the depths and emotions in a well read printed book. Something you can hold, touch and most importantly feel. Seeing the hacker as a wizard, he feels a twinge of sadness. The magic of the matrix will never properly interpret that which it is to touch real mana. The feel the ebb and flow of the living, moving mana.
After about half an hour, Tank has had his feel of reading. Seeing both his teammates in unconscious states, he settles back and tries to get comfortable in the office chair.
Book is unable to get a word in edgewise between System's return and subsequent passing out. After taking a moment to digest the hacker's words, he instead fills in Tank. "System seems to have gotten us an alternate entrance."
<<@System [Book] When you get a chance, send us the details of the three IDs. Also, how does our arrival as employees correspond to the arrival of the equipment?>>
"We should be able to send our gear and your drone via the other route. Once inside, we will need to identify the security details and locate all the mages. From there, we can refine our assault strategy. It appears those details will have to be dealt with on the fly. Our exit strategy is another issue. We need to see Digger."
As the duo leave, Book sends a wave of mana washing over the hacker, though not nearly as powerful as he intended.
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The duo make their way to the Cube. Once there, Book immediately sets to the task of warding the back rooms. Tank on the other hand sets to inspecting the physical security of the club.
Tank dives into the current e-copy of UCAS Military Today. You can take the man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of the man.
Book sits considers what he just saw. The ork dreamed the dream of touching mana. He considered himself a wizard of the matrix and in a way, he is. Of course, the problem is that System will never truly know what it is like. The difference is like a book. As Tank sits reading through the ezine, he cannot begin to fathom the depths and emotions in a well read printed book. Something you can hold, touch and most importantly feel. Seeing the hacker as a wizard, he feels a twinge of sadness. The magic of the matrix will never properly interpret that which it is to touch real mana. The feel the ebb and flow of the living, moving mana.
After about half an hour, Tank has had his feel of reading. Seeing both his teammates in unconscious states, he settles back and tries to get comfortable in the office chair.
Book is unable to get a word in edgewise between System's return and subsequent passing out. After taking a moment to digest the hacker's words, he instead fills in Tank. "System seems to have gotten us an alternate entrance."
<<@System [Book] When you get a chance, send us the details of the three IDs. Also, how does our arrival as employees correspond to the arrival of the equipment?>>
"We should be able to send our gear and your drone via the other route. Once inside, we will need to identify the security details and locate all the mages. From there, we can refine our assault strategy. It appears those details will have to be dealt with on the fly. Our exit strategy is another issue. We need to see Digger."
As the duo leave, Book sends a wave of mana washing over the hacker, though not nearly as powerful as he intended.
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The duo make their way to the Cube. Once there, Book immediately sets to the task of warding the back rooms. Tank on the other hand sets to inspecting the physical security of the club.
As Book floats in the astral, the ward around the back rooms springs into existence. It warps around the area like a protective shell.
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Tank is able to determine that the Cube needs better camera placement around the entrances and the scanners in the door frames need serious updating. Given the nanite issue, Tank decides another set of scanners near the VIP room is warranted. Also, it wouldn't hurt to have a wifi scanner set up to detect out of place signals. After reviewing the bouncer training, it would be wise to have them cross-train each other. Digger has good people but they don't overlap much.
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Digger pops up at some point and asks how things are going.
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After a few hours System responds, <<@Team[System]I'm awake and feeling mostly human. To answer the question from earlier, we are bringing in a special shipment of back up supplies. We can't stay long but we don't intend on it either. I have us as two humans and an ork laborer. Niffty, uh? Where do I need to be?>>
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Tank is able to determine that the Cube needs better camera placement around the entrances and the scanners in the door frames need serious updating. Given the nanite issue, Tank decides another set of scanners near the VIP room is warranted. Also, it wouldn't hurt to have a wifi scanner set up to detect out of place signals. After reviewing the bouncer training, it would be wise to have them cross-train each other. Digger has good people but they don't overlap much.
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Digger pops up at some point and asks how things are going.
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After a few hours System responds, <<@Team[System]I'm awake and feeling mostly human. To answer the question from earlier, we are bringing in a special shipment of back up supplies. We can't stay long but we don't intend on it either. I have us as two humans and an ork laborer. Niffty, uh? Where do I need to be?>>
Book absorbs himself in the task of creating the ward, distracting his mind from tomorrow's task. Snake whispers of of the secrets to be had from meeting sponsored by the fixer. His words speak to Book's soul and cloud his mind driving him to distraction. A few secrets couldn't hurt...
Tank finishes his assessment and finds a booth, as well as a bourbon and coke, to create his security report. He is done some time before the shaman is finished. I waited till the middle of the afternoon. That should be good.
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Eventually the dwarf shows up. Tank is milking his second drink by then, knowing that the day is still young and there may yet be work to do. He is however bored out of his skull and happy enough to provide the report and discuss the details.
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<<@Team [Tank] Book is kinda checked out for the mumbo jumbo at the moment. I'm at the Cube. I'll come get you, hopefully Book will be done by the time we get back.>>
Once Digger's questions are answered, Tank heads out to get the hacker.
Tank finishes his assessment and finds a booth, as well as a bourbon and coke, to create his security report. He is done some time before the shaman is finished. I waited till the middle of the afternoon. That should be good.
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Eventually the dwarf shows up. Tank is milking his second drink by then, knowing that the day is still young and there may yet be work to do. He is however bored out of his skull and happy enough to provide the report and discuss the details.
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<<@Team [Tank] Book is kinda checked out for the mumbo jumbo at the moment. I'm at the Cube. I'll come get you, hopefully Book will be done by the time we get back.>>
Once Digger's questions are answered, Tank heads out to get the hacker.
Digger slides into the booth with Tank while chomping on a cigar. He nods at the suggestions and makes several notes.
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Tank is able to slide over to System's new locale. As they leave, System turns on the security system and adds a few layers of his own.
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The return trip takes longer as there was a three car pile up at an intersection. The Star is already on the scene and directing traffic around the area.
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Tank is able to slide over to System's new locale. As they leave, System turns on the security system and adds a few layers of his own.
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The return trip takes longer as there was a three car pile up at an intersection. The Star is already on the scene and directing traffic around the area.
Tank was glad the meeting with Digger went well. As the two sat in cruiser watching the cops work the accident, he thought about the task ahead and the subtle changes to the plan. The quick in and out is better than hanging around.
As he drives around the accident scene he wonders what crime this accident is covering up? What hacker had caused the accident to cover up a run? His mind slips back to the job. As he runs the details through his head over and over, he realizes they have arrived back at the Cube. Tank leads the way, nodding the bouncer bored at the front door. Its still early enough that the bouncer's job is more hold up the wall than provide security.
Inside, Book has finished up the ward. He emerges from the back as Tank and System are making their way inside, nodding in kind. The trio make their way to their fixer. Book speaks, "We need to discuss some details about this run. System has us an alternate means to get inside and I have a few surprises once we get there, but there are a few concerns about our ability to get out. Since our Johnson-san has already broken the trust, we need an alternate exit in case she thinks to clean up any loose ends. I'm thinking the t-bird team will have standing orders to clean up after they have the device. Probably at the drop off so as to not make a mess in the bird. We need to short circuit that."
As he drives around the accident scene he wonders what crime this accident is covering up? What hacker had caused the accident to cover up a run? His mind slips back to the job. As he runs the details through his head over and over, he realizes they have arrived back at the Cube. Tank leads the way, nodding the bouncer bored at the front door. Its still early enough that the bouncer's job is more hold up the wall than provide security.
Inside, Book has finished up the ward. He emerges from the back as Tank and System are making their way inside, nodding in kind. The trio make their way to their fixer. Book speaks, "We need to discuss some details about this run. System has us an alternate means to get inside and I have a few surprises once we get there, but there are a few concerns about our ability to get out. Since our Johnson-san has already broken the trust, we need an alternate exit in case she thinks to clean up any loose ends. I'm thinking the t-bird team will have standing orders to clean up after they have the device. Probably at the drop off so as to not make a mess in the bird. We need to short circuit that."
Digger scratches his head for a moment. "Hmm. That could be a tough one. I don't have any T-brid contacts in the area right now. Most are up Denver or Seattle way. You don't suppose a car left next to the fence would work do you?" Digger thinks for a moment. "Wait! I have a few markers I can call in - " He looks at the three of you. "you'll owe me later - that can help you out. I can get you some armored wheels and a small escort when you are ready to get out of dodge but it's a one way trip with these folks. They owe me but not enough to go into the lions den and certainly not back into the lion's den."
"What other shopping did you have in mind?"
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A few hours later, Digger calls to let you know that your ammo has arrived at the storage warehouse he uses for various drops.
"What other shopping did you have in mind?"
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A few hours later, Digger calls to let you know that your ammo has arrived at the storage warehouse he uses for various drops.
Book shakes his head. "I'm not looking for another t-bird team so much as an alternative or perhaps the ability to mitigate them as a threat."
Tank says, "Well.... we could get ourselves a couple of C-4 vests. They're not gonna want to nuke us in the 'bird and if it gets hairy, we would be in a position to dictate the landing spot."
"Perhaps." Book acknowledges, "But I really don't want to get blow up accidentally. Though if Digger has not other options, we may have to go with that one."
Tank says, "Well.... we could get ourselves a couple of C-4 vests. They're not gonna want to nuke us in the 'bird and if it gets hairy, we would be in a position to dictate the landing spot."
"Perhaps." Book acknowledges, "But I really don't want to get blow up accidentally. Though if Digger has not other options, we may have to go with that one."
Digger leans back in his chair. "Now, suppose that we can combine the options. I can get you some vests and call in my marker for the group to give you an alternate LZ if that is what you want. I suppose that you are planning on going in with your own entrance rather than theirs? The only thing else that I can think of would be some armor if you don't have enough. What am I missing?"
Book shakes his head. "The chameleon suits should be armored as much as I can handle without being restricted. We are going in via our own entrance, work our way through the facility as best as we're able, call for extraction and detour them to the alternate LZ."
Tank cocks his head. "How do we get paid?"
"There in lies the rub. The T-Bird ride may get a little hairy if they try to screw us. We'll have to play it by ear. Hope for the best, plan for the worst."
Tank raises an eyebrow. "I hate playing it by ear. That usually means I'm going into the pharmacy alone...."
Book smiles. "This time we're all headed for the meat grinder."
Tank cocks his head. "How do we get paid?"
"There in lies the rub. The T-Bird ride may get a little hairy if they try to screw us. We'll have to play it by ear. Hope for the best, plan for the worst."
Tank raises an eyebrow. "I hate playing it by ear. That usually means I'm going into the pharmacy alone...."
Book smiles. "This time we're all headed for the meat grinder."
Digger nods and punches up a few AR windows. "Now, let me get this straight. ... "
After Digger goes over the various lists with the guys before they end their meeting. Then Digger swoops away to woo his patrons for the night.
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Later the group finds itself back at a "vacant" apartment in an upper section of town that System has "borrowed" for a few hours. They are a third of the way through some excellent food and wine at deep in conversation when the door bell chimes.
System slips on a jumpsuit and tells the two of you to step away from dinner for a moment. You can vaguely hear the conversation. "No, Senor. Mi empleador umm my employer is not here. Message? Yes. Gracias. Thank you."
"It's amazing how much you can get away with when they start by looking down at you." He laughs and throws back another flute of champagne.
After Digger goes over the various lists with the guys before they end their meeting. Then Digger swoops away to woo his patrons for the night.
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Later the group finds itself back at a "vacant" apartment in an upper section of town that System has "borrowed" for a few hours. They are a third of the way through some excellent food and wine at deep in conversation when the door bell chimes.
System slips on a jumpsuit and tells the two of you to step away from dinner for a moment. You can vaguely hear the conversation. "No, Senor. Mi empleador umm my employer is not here. Message? Yes. Gracias. Thank you."
"It's amazing how much you can get away with when they start by looking down at you." He laughs and throws back another flute of champagne.
"The vests are our insurance policy. If the t-bird ride gets hairy or Johnson-san tries to eliminate the loose ends, namely us, then we will have to put them into play." Book looks around at his concerned team, "I don't want to die and I'm hoping the t-bird crew doesn't want to either. We use our alternate entrance, play it by ear while we are inside and use the t-bird team for extraction. I expect that clearing the payment will be every bit as tough as the run itself.... but I'm hoping that this is just paranoia and Johnson-san simply pays us."
Tank thinks through all the holes in the plan. "Why am I not reassured...?"
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Tank cuts another piece of prime rib as Book eats a bite of grilled salmon. For Book, the potential correlation to a last meal was not lost. While Tank merrily partakes of this fine repast, he is not quite so merry.
As System orchestrates a ruse to maintain their access to the upscale apartment, the duo take their part in stride. After all, staying hidden is always their preference.
Once they trio are seat again, Book speaks. "There are really not a lot of upsides to this. We can't talk about this when its done. If Saeder-Krupp takes this personal, we are gonna be dodging their assets for a while as well. If Johnson-san screws us we may not get paid and we may be dead."
"Then again, I could get hit by a bus while crossing the street and my shit life would be over. What's the difference?"
Book actually had no response other than to look at the adept for a few minutes before finishing his meal in silence. He actually has a point....
Tank thinks through all the holes in the plan. "Why am I not reassured...?"
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Tank cuts another piece of prime rib as Book eats a bite of grilled salmon. For Book, the potential correlation to a last meal was not lost. While Tank merrily partakes of this fine repast, he is not quite so merry.
As System orchestrates a ruse to maintain their access to the upscale apartment, the duo take their part in stride. After all, staying hidden is always their preference.
Once they trio are seat again, Book speaks. "There are really not a lot of upsides to this. We can't talk about this when its done. If Saeder-Krupp takes this personal, we are gonna be dodging their assets for a while as well. If Johnson-san screws us we may not get paid and we may be dead."
"Then again, I could get hit by a bus while crossing the street and my shit life would be over. What's the difference?"
Book actually had no response other than to look at the adept for a few minutes before finishing his meal in silence. He actually has a point....
The repast passes with some light conversation.
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Too soon they find themselves at Digger's warehouse to claim the various items they requested. A fat elf with a bad attitude and two missing fingers hands over the vests.
On the way out, System says, "Get some rest. We'll have to get the van around 0300 hours."
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Early the next morning, System has the van warmed up and ready to go at the corner of two random streets at a quarter to three. The team sees an elf corp exec with a couple of munecas (ork and human) and a dwarf cop shaking down a short troll over some beetles. A bum rolls from one side to the other. Of the six people in the alley besides the team, not a single one even glances over their way.
Once settled, System hands out some pillows and light-weight thermal blankets. "Settle in. I have a friend who will get us there." There is a faint outline of a bat cat sitting in the drivers seat of the van. It appears perfectly normal except for the stream of data symbols where its eyes should be.
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The van pulls off the road near the facility after the nearly two hour drive. System rouses everyone and packs the equipment away. "Alright, we are scheduled for a 0530 delivery of parts etc. Get your game faces on."
The van creeps up to the guard shack where two orks with semi-autos step out and then the van stops. They start asking questions in the bored way that only someone at the end of a shift can do.
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Too soon they find themselves at Digger's warehouse to claim the various items they requested. A fat elf with a bad attitude and two missing fingers hands over the vests.
On the way out, System says, "Get some rest. We'll have to get the van around 0300 hours."
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Early the next morning, System has the van warmed up and ready to go at the corner of two random streets at a quarter to three. The team sees an elf corp exec with a couple of munecas (ork and human) and a dwarf cop shaking down a short troll over some beetles. A bum rolls from one side to the other. Of the six people in the alley besides the team, not a single one even glances over their way.
Once settled, System hands out some pillows and light-weight thermal blankets. "Settle in. I have a friend who will get us there." There is a faint outline of a bat cat sitting in the drivers seat of the van. It appears perfectly normal except for the stream of data symbols where its eyes should be.
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The van pulls off the road near the facility after the nearly two hour drive. System rouses everyone and packs the equipment away. "Alright, we are scheduled for a 0530 delivery of parts etc. Get your game faces on."
The van creeps up to the guard shack where two orks with semi-autos step out and then the van stops. They start asking questions in the bored way that only someone at the end of a shift can do.
Their gear collected and nothing to do but wait, the duo exit the warehouse and head back to Tank's ride. For both, the night's rest is light; Anticipation and anxiety both keep their sleep from being deep.
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As they load up with System, Tank is unusually quiet. This op has him feeling a little off his game and out of his element. Book on the other hand hears the song of snake, who is anxious to have the secrets of the day revealed. Book also drops a confirmation to the extraction team that they call will be coming later in the day.
As they go down the alley, both keep their senses tuned to their respective mediums. Neither expects trouble, but that is when it usually comes out to play.
Tank waits as both his team mates load into the van first, then he brings up the rear. Of all the roles for today, mine is the most straight forward.
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Book nods as the hacker breaks the situation down. Tank shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and grasp at consciousness. Both also do their best to slip into the role of groggy delivery men and provide similarly disinterested replies to the inquiries. Book eyes one of them, "There a break room I can pick up some soykaf?"
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As they load up with System, Tank is unusually quiet. This op has him feeling a little off his game and out of his element. Book on the other hand hears the song of snake, who is anxious to have the secrets of the day revealed. Book also drops a confirmation to the extraction team that they call will be coming later in the day.
As they go down the alley, both keep their senses tuned to their respective mediums. Neither expects trouble, but that is when it usually comes out to play.
Tank waits as both his team mates load into the van first, then he brings up the rear. Of all the roles for today, mine is the most straight forward.
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Book nods as the hacker breaks the situation down. Tank shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and grasp at consciousness. Both also do their best to slip into the role of groggy delivery men and provide similarly disinterested replies to the inquiries. Book eyes one of them, "There a break room I can pick up some soykaf?"
One of the orks grins and says, "Sure, but it ain't what I'd call good. Third door on your left - jus' make sure to show your badge."
The other ork seems annoyed by his companions friendliness with the crew. He pulls up some AR windows and checks the ID on the van against the delivery invoice.
"Unload your stuff, pick up the trash and get the hell out of dodge. Don't make trouble for me would ya. I got 29 minutes till my shift ends."
The gate opens, the tire spikes drop out of sight and the van moves forward. The facility is no where to be seen. The road leads to a small hill. Once the van gets close the hillside begins to move. It opens like a giant garage door and the inside of a hanger is exposed. Another guard - a troll - waves the van forward where it is positioned over the elevator and lowered into the blackness. After being lowered for what feels like forever, Another set of doors approximately three stories tall come into view. Once opens and yet another guard - this one a dwarf with a uniform and some indication of rank steps forward.
His accent reveals he is not local - "Put tha vahn over thahr." He points to an empty spot a few meters away. "Then come see meh for yohr pahper work."
The other ork seems annoyed by his companions friendliness with the crew. He pulls up some AR windows and checks the ID on the van against the delivery invoice.
"Unload your stuff, pick up the trash and get the hell out of dodge. Don't make trouble for me would ya. I got 29 minutes till my shift ends."
The gate opens, the tire spikes drop out of sight and the van moves forward. The facility is no where to be seen. The road leads to a small hill. Once the van gets close the hillside begins to move. It opens like a giant garage door and the inside of a hanger is exposed. Another guard - a troll - waves the van forward where it is positioned over the elevator and lowered into the blackness. After being lowered for what feels like forever, Another set of doors approximately three stories tall come into view. Once opens and yet another guard - this one a dwarf with a uniform and some indication of rank steps forward.
His accent reveals he is not local - "Put tha vahn over thahr." He points to an empty spot a few meters away. "Then come see meh for yohr pahper work."
Tank considers a dozen snarky replies to the ork, but lets it go. He kicks back and relaxes as the van proceeds forward.
Book shifts his perceptions to the astral, looking to see if the entrance area is warded. He is careful as they proceed to not remain in the astral, fearing the effects of being a dual natured dropping onto a ward and being squished in the van.
As they exit the van and enter the dwarf's presence, they move with a minimal hustle. Enough to appear relatively efficient without seeming overly enthusiastic. The casually look around the area without appearing too interested. In reality, Tank is scrutinizing physical security while Book is checking the astral.
<<@Team [Book] First impressions?>>
Book shifts his perceptions to the astral, looking to see if the entrance area is warded. He is careful as they proceed to not remain in the astral, fearing the effects of being a dual natured dropping onto a ward and being squished in the van.
As they exit the van and enter the dwarf's presence, they move with a minimal hustle. Enough to appear relatively efficient without seeming overly enthusiastic. The casually look around the area without appearing too interested. In reality, Tank is scrutinizing physical security while Book is checking the astral.
<<@Team [Book] First impressions?>>
The entrance is warded in a very efficient manner. The ward almost has a silvery sheen to it.
There are no obvious spirits in the area but a plethora of small wards over offices, vehicles, random corners.
Tank notices that the area doesn't seem to have a lot of guards but that there are plenty of cameras and heavy doors. The dwarf was armed with a pistol. The patrolling guard has a sub-machine gun on his shoulder harness.
There are no obvious spirits in the area but a plethora of small wards over offices, vehicles, random corners.
Tank notices that the area doesn't seem to have a lot of guards but that there are plenty of cameras and heavy doors. The dwarf was armed with a pistol. The patrolling guard has a sub-machine gun on his shoulder harness.
The layers of wards meets with Book's expectation, given the warning of higher than normal magical defenses. Tank scrutinizes the guards looking for signs of alert fatigue; There comes a point where being on high alert for too long without realizing a threat is counter productive. The security forces get used to the routine. Their attention level is reduced and thereby their response time and ability to accurately recognize threats. He's hoping to find that here.
As he looks more closely, Tank notices that for all the bravado in the dwarf, the rest of the guards seem bored.
Book notices a few watchers flitting between various areas. However, they seem concentrated toward the other side of the vehicle bay where the blueprints indicate that the mages are living.
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As they work they notice that the dwarf seems ill at ease - he keeps staring at his watch.
Book notices a few watchers flitting between various areas. However, they seem concentrated toward the other side of the vehicle bay where the blueprints indicate that the mages are living.
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As they work they notice that the dwarf seems ill at ease - he keeps staring at his watch.
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