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Aiku throws his jacket on and stuffs his hands into his pockets, "Lets just meet up in that bar in Redmond then, say around ten thirty?" He pulls a beat-up PDA out of his pocket, "Lets share some contact info first," he finishes with a grin, "just incase one of us fraggers gets lost."

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So, that was how things played out. Conscious of the fact that it was extremely rude to walk out on a Johnson, and also to the fact that it was probably deliberately intentional, Biff-Kun shrugged and surged to his feet before picking his credstick back up off the table. "Mister Johnson, thank you for your time. You have my assurance your goods will be delivered as requested."

With that said, he turned on his heel and followed everyone out of the bar, squeezing back out into the night. Immediately spotting the others, he turned an eye to the surroundings, making sure that they were not being observed before heading over to them. We stick out like a sore thumb. Better break this party up before certain undesirables become aware of it.

"I have no problem with meeting at my residence over in Redmond, if you all feel safe enough doing that. It's in one of the worst parts of Seattle, but its safe inside and I stake my life on the security. That saves us the trouble of having to find some place where we will not be overheard. As far as trading phone numbers, I am afraid I don't currently own a cell phone so I'll have to pick one up for this run. They don't work very well where I live anyways.

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Slim Jim looks back at Biff-Kun and responds That sounds good to me. I'd prefer someplace quieter and more secure than a bar to air out our dirty laundry anyway. He then gets out his P-Sec to do the quick-sync and get the phone numbers from everyone else and to share his own.

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Ice Queen, a bit distractedly, as she is busy exchanging contact information with everyone, nods her approval to Biff. If you truly have no problems with a group of strangers sitting in your living room, then I agree with Slim Jim that it would be a definite improvement over conducting our business in a noisy bar.

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Slim Jim takes a quick look at Ice Queen and asks her If I could get a ride from someone to Biff's place, I could take a quick look at the data while en route and set up a quick synopsis for when we all get back together. I could also get the obvious questions ready to go for when I connect back to the Matrix. If that's okay with everyone?

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"All I got is my bike but I don't think you'd wanna ride bitch now would ya," Aiku smiles as he swings his leg over the Suzuki and puts his key in the ignition.

"Now if you don't mind I'm gonna go back to my place and get some appropriate duds on for the worst part of Redmon," he says the last bit with forced emphasis, "Is ten thirty or eleven a good time to meet up?"

Greven stands outside the bar scanning the crowd for the Johnson's minder. Seeing the others emerge from the bar, he walks over with his hands away from his body.

Anyone need a ride?

After seeing if anyone is going to take him up on his offer of a lift, he pauses to ask

Is anyone going to hang out and trail the Johnson, probably couldnt hurt to hang a tail on him.

"I have no vehicle currently, as I have just recently moved here. Thus I believe it would be advantageous for me to obtain transport if your van is capable of taking me. I have sent word for my security measures to be disabled, but it would be best if the vehicle that I am in arrived first. Eleven would be an acceptable time for me, unless anyone has something else to add. And yes, Aiku it is in one of the worst parts of Redmond. The location itself is secure though." Biff-Kun nods at Greven, gesturing to his GMC Bulldog. "Would you mind providing transport? I fear "public" transportation is... spotty at best... in Redmond."

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Ice Queen nods with a rueful smile when Greven asks if anyone needs a ride. If we all fit in there, I would appreciate the ride. And maybe Slim Jim can copy the data while we're en route to our destination.

Before entering the van, she addresses Greven. Good idea about tailing the Johnson, but personally, I'm not sure I want to risk any behavior that could jeopardize our employment. Maybe if I was a more established runner, or knew everyone better, I would be more willing to risk it. I won't presume to speak for everyone, though. You might ask Aiku what he thinks about it - he's the B&E expert.

Shepard finally opens the doors to the bar and walks out it begins to rain. Approaching where the group has gathered he says, "So what's the plan? If we be headin to a more private location I'm all for it. Just because the Lord blessed us with rain, " he says making a motion towards the sky, "doesn't mean we have to stand in it to thank him for it. Unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with a means of transportation so I'm going to need a ride if someone's willing to oblige."

Greven

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Thanks, Greven, I'd appreciate the lift. I was hoping someone had a big enough set of wheels to carry several of us. Slim Jim shoulders his load under his coat and heads for Greven's van, wishing he had gotten some kind of hat to keep the rain out of his hair, and off of his datajack.

Getting into the van, he heads for a corner seat, plugging his cyberdeck into his datajack through the built-in retractable fiber-optic cord. Closing his eyes, he lets the simsense feed from his deck fill his mind. Jim says out loud, Just give me a minute to get things set up on my deck, then I will check out Johnson's datachip.

Slim Jim sees the icons he uses to represent the internal system of his cyberdeck around him. The bridge of a starship, unmanned at the moment except for him. He walks over to a computer console and types in some commands. Scan chip for viruses, trojan horses, IC, and errors. Notify before attempting to connect to the Matrix.

Opening his eyes, he looks at Ice Queen. Okay, I'm ready for the chip now. He holds out his hand and waits for her to give him the chip.

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Aiku chuckles at Biff's reassurance, "Yeah... that's what I've heard." Hesitating before turning the ignition he asks Ice Queen, "What you say? Want me to follow him?"

He takes out a pair of gloves out of his pocket and pulls them on tight, "If you ask me it's a waste of time. I can't speak for y'all but I ain't big enough fish to worry about being setup by the J quite yet."

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Ice Queen concurs with Aiku. Yes, I agree. And I think he would have been a bit more ingratiating... or at least less abrasive... if he were trying to use, then betray us.

In the van, she hands the chip to Slim Jim, and settles back (as much as the cramped conditions allow) to let the decker do his work.

Upon agreeing not to put a tail on the Johnson Biff climbs into the back of Greven's van causing the suspension to moan loudly in protest of the added weight, turning to Aiku, Biff-Kun says, "Lets meet at my place at 11:30 since it's a 45 minute drive to here from there. Well, depending on how you drive anyway."

Looking in the now quite full back of the GMC Bulldog Shepard comments with a chuckle, "Poor van, Lord give her strength." "Any complaints if I ride in the front? It seems alittle cramped in the back." he asks while closing the double doors on the back of the van and walking around to the passenger door. Not hearing any objections he climbs in.

Nodding towards Biff-Kun through the van's back window in agreement Aiku turns the key causing the Suzuki Aurora to roar to life. With the squeal of a tire and a bit of smoke Aiku races off into the Tacoma night headed for home.

Climbing into the driver's seat Greven starts up the van which idles quietly with a low rumble. Turning around he asks, "Everyone ready to go?"

"I think we are ready to go." Ice Queen says as she tries to make room for the massive troll.

Slim puts the chip into one of his deck's chip slots and sends his deck the mental command to start the scans on the chip.

((OOC: I hope you guys don't mind I took some liberties with your characters cause it seemed like everyone was waiting on everyone else to post something to move things along. I was going to move it forward further but I have a family emergency and don't have the time right now. Slim I'll post what's on the chip when I get a chance.))

To Aiku before getting into the van, Well you know what they say, it Aint a shadowrun unless the Johnson's screwed you over twice.

While driving, twice Greven doubles back to check for tails. Anyone mind if I hit a Stuffer Shack on the way? Figure it will help if we're gonna spend any amount of time planning.

After pulling in to a parking space, Ice Queen could you take a minute and check the astral plane see if we're got anything following us. Anyone want to come with me, could use the hands to carry everything.

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Aiku slows down his bike to a speed safe enough to traverse the "roads" in Redmond once he gets past Touristville. He nods to a ganger hanging out with an orc chick - his eyes lingering just long enough to appreciate her butt - and he turns left through the broken garage door of a dilapidated warehouse. He turns off the engine and leans the bike on the kickstand.

Oh god... the electricity better work this time or I'm gonna have to have a talk with Lou.

He lifts up the cargo elevator door and rolls the bike through and closes the gate behind it. A quick swipe of a keycard and a punched in code later and the elevator starts with lurch. A few seconds later and the elevator stops with a shake and the squeal of tortured metal and the gate springs open. He rolls the bike onto its rubber mat by the side of the elevator and throws his jacket on the cement floor, kicks off his boots and throws his hoody on the brown synthleather couch.

He wastes a little time surfing the matrix with one hand alternating between messing with his hair and constantly straightening the floppy part of his left - the part a man once tried to cut off with a knife and halfway succeeded - back behind his hair as is his habit when he isn't wearing anything on his head and the other one digging in the bag of soychips - sour cream and jelly flavor.

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"Oh shit, right!" He pulls the datajack cord out of the back of his head and grabs one of his predators and the holster that fits snugly in the small of his back and throws on his hoody and his armored jacket and goes to the bike. After hesitating for a moment he grabs his Special and slips it into a jacket pocket and pulls on his boots.

Within a minute his Aurora screeches out of the warehouse - the back of the bike hooking dangerously behind him - and he speeds off to the graveyard.

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Ice Queen responds to Greven's request with a curt nod, and walks out with a strangely vacant look in her eyes, although the way her head swivels purposefully around, it's obvious that she isn't daydreaming, but rather, peering at things only a mage can see.

I doubt we were tailed, unless the Johnson was extremely careless, in which case we almost might as well take the advance and call it a loss. But it won't hurt to check for local threats - all kinds of dangerous things can be drawn to places like this. Biff may be confident of his physical security, but there is a whole unknown world, that mundanes are barely even aware of.

Sounds good to me Greven, Jim says somewhat distractedly. Grab a pack of Jolt-Fizz for me, wouldya?

Greven passes around a p-sec,

Write down anything special you want me to pick up.

Lighting a cigarette, he steps out into the Stuffer Shack parking lot and scans around for threats. Before going inside, he makes one last visual sweep of the parking lot.

Once inside Greven grabs a cart that doesn't squeek or rattle and being searching out items on the list.