april 21,2070 ,0039 Wanda's Witchery

I send all sprits to run interferiance and protect Etoile,and Winstion, and destract the spirt as we make are get away.

"Sorry about the sir thing,but that was no reason to shoot I told you that if you let me take her I would have goten away cleen"

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0036 Wanda's Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

As the Spirit unleashes a blast of flame Etoile ducks and powers forward, desperately sprinting for the open car door.

Hot Hot HOT. Damn it I've never been so glad to 'ave invested in this Move By Wire...

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle—

The smooth black carapace of the law enforcement drone dips slightly as it breaks the treeline, gaining altitude to get a clear line of fire over Winston’s skidding car. Software predicts the spirit’s anticipated direction of avoidance. Data from the rotodrone determines the location of the fatally wounded doctor and her scattered party.

He swoops over the still sprinting Etoile as he closes with the spirit.

Nice legs.

His shot clear, Truth mentally squeezes the Ares MP-LMG’s solenoid trigger. Pin hits primer. Primer ignites charge. The plume of muzzle flash lights up the night all over again, as segments of ejected disintegrating belt sizzle through the cool night air and high velocity explosive rounds hiss towards the angry fire spirit.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 - Riptide's Dock, Seattle--

Charlie looks like she really wants to argue with Truth. She had flat out said she wasn't going to be involved in Wetwork. That said, if the woman was already down...no, even then it was it wasn't something she wanted to have any part of, but she would save the rest of the team if neccessary. <<I'll summon up a spirit powerful enough to destroy the spirit. It'll take a bit of time to summon it and then get there, but if the thing is still there by the time I'm done it should end it. I don't think it'll be needed though, Noowan has a whole gang of spirit's standing by and they'll tear it apart even if it is stronger than they are.>>

The girl knelt by the docks, and traced a pentacle along the surface of the water with her hand. "Please help me protect my friends, and be a balm to our wounds."



At Charlie's words a naked woman comprised of the bay's water rises to float above the docks. The floating woman smiles down on Charlie and the rest of the runner's serenely. "Force 5 should be enough, if its dead when we get there, it can cover the other team's escape."

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

The large pillar of fire tries to dodge out of the way of the hail of lead. With the bast hitting squarely it could do nothing but absorb the rain of lead. After the blast the spirit stood there parts of living flame Melting away from the hit.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

The world smears back into sharp contrast as Dancing Eyes pulls up over the restaurant. He takes in the situation long enough to figure out who is who, then dives after the fire spirit with a great two-handed lance held overhead.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Noowan's Air spirit moves to Winston's car and Conceals the car, Winston, and Etoile with it's concealment power to protect her from the Fire Spirit.

Noowan's Beast spirit Attacks the Fire spirit in astral combat


Remaining Passes:
Turth's LEBD-1: 10 +3 = 13 w/ 3 passes
Turth's Rotodrone: 9 + 4= 13 w/3 passes
DD's Initiative: 10 + 3 = 13 w/ 3 passes
Noowan's Initiative: 10 + 2 = 12 w/ 3 passes
Charlie's Initiative: 10 + 2 = 12 w/ 3 passes
Noowans' Plant spirit: 8 + 3 = 11 w/ 2 passes
Dancing Eye's Initiative: 6 + 1 = 7 w/ 1 passes

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

The armed drone's Pilot does nothing other than assess the situation, as Truth has taken over control of its' robotic shell.

The Rotodrone continues to hover over the parking lot, observing.

Jake looks at the spirit..."I know having sex in a pool or the ocean can be uncomfortable...but I just have to wonder..." Then he realizes she's made of the waters of the bay. The overboated, damn near toxic waters. "Um...then again..."

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

DD, focusing most of her attention on trying to find the node that controls the sprinklers, still snorts at Jake's comment, despite Etoile almost getting barbecued by the fire elemental.

Team Chat Channel:
<<If the summoner is underage, is the spirit underage as well?>>

How oddly appropriate, having a "witchery" be the focus of a magical battle.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

His attention never completely focused on any one thing, Truth chimes in at the speed of thought, briefly amused at the irony of a legal discussion in the midst of the commission of a combination of treason, breaking and entering, trespassing, murder, reckless endangerment, and…the list goes on and on in his head as he watches the spirit’s response and corrects his fire to compensate for it.

<<�By UCAS law, isn’t the summoner responsible for all the actions of the spirit? That’d imply that the spirit is incapable of taking responsibility for them, and would probably be grounds for a ruling that the spirit can’t give consent.�>>

<<Good thing I live in L.A. That's old Cali Free State law, with recently introduced Pueblo law. Not that I'd do such a thing...getting off with a water spirit might be hot, but I'll take one that isn't from a polluted bay. Thanks.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

<<Still gross, no matter where the water comes from.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

While her programs comb the local nodes for the one that might contain the sprinkler controls, DD ponders silently if a water spirit formed from such water might be toxic. Not that she has much more knowledge about toxic spirits than what you gain from watching "The Odd Coven" and "Night of the Toxic 2". Another thought crosses her mind.

Hm... rose scented whirl pool and a conjurer?

Rose scent...arousal...

"I'm usually more into the smell of vanilla, but yeah, you're getting the idea. Old friend of mine summons succubi, like from Legend of MageCraft. Hawwwwt." He blinks. "Yeah, time to take your simrig off the tacnet. Reading your thoughts is disturbingly invasive."

"I'm just glad you don't have one. The thoughts you decide to voice out loud are plenty for me thanks."

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040-- Wanda's Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Noowan attacks the fire spirit with his killing hands.

The fire spirit disappears in a flash of flame.

-- Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 -- The Docks

Charlie watches Noowan strike the spirit over the Tactical Channel and breathes out a sigh of relief. She hadn't wanted to be connected in anyway with that side of the run and it looked like she wouldn't have to be. "Nice Job Noowan. Time for you guys to get gone before the Doctor's handlers can hook up any mages with her location. No need to worry about the summoner finding the spirit but you still need to motor it guys."

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040-- Wanda's Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

DD smiles at the sight of the fire spirit's demise, and breaks off her hacking attempt. The fight and tension made her forget the murder that happened before - at least for now.

It would have been more cinematic if it was a longer fight... but we're not in L.A....


Team Chat Channel:
We too need to fade.

-- Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 -- The Docks

Charlie nods at DD's message.

<<Team Chat Channel>>
<<Sounds good, where are we going to head out to? I don't think we should split up until after the other team gets away free. We also need to come up with somewhere to meet up to call the Johnson for the debreif unless you want to do that now.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Gearboxes whine as Truth pitches his nose down, then slams on the throttle, climbing the small helicopter into the night air.

<<�Pulling out. Sending the eyeball home, and tasking the LE to cover your drive. Call Johnson to set up the drop now. The sooner we can unload the data and be done with this job, the better.�>>

The night's dirty work hopefully finished, Truth jumps out of the drone and back into Captain's Chair, commanding the rotodrone to climb to 2000 meters and return home. The LEBD-1 is tasked with following Winston's car, at 750 meters.

Both helicopters carry out their fresh orders obediently as he jumps back into the drone left lurking on the roof in Eagledale, and studies the activity at the compound for a moment, before jumping into his parked truck to assess its' surroundings.

<<"Let's see how crazy things will be when we get back Downtown...">>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Etoile settles into the back of Winstons car, making sure to stash her AK well out of sight.

"Nice work Noowan. Now to get as far from 'ere as possible."

Team Chat - Encrypted <<The faster we meet our client the faster we loose the main reason for anyone to hunt us. Aside from revenge of course.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Etoile settles into the back of Winstons car, making sure to stash her AK well out of sight.

<<Teamchat>>
<<Sounds good, I just didn't want to do it before you guys were clear since it could be a distraction. I'll make the call now then.>>

<<Johnson's Comm Unit>> [The chat channel is being copied onto the team chat channel as a text transmission]
<<Hello Mr. Johnson. We have your data, and the other action you have requested has also been completed. How did you want to handle the debreifing meeting you asked for?>>

-- Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 -- The Docks


Charlie/Jake Channel
<<Speaking of, is such a debriefing normal?>>

It seems a good way to silence witnesses, like in "Death Throes 3"...

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--


Ah, good. Meet me at Dante's Inferno again same room. I'll call Ochir now to release the rest of the payment. Will an hour be enough for everyone to get there?

(OOC: has anyone gone through the paydata?)

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

If we are going back to Dante's maybe we should get eyes on the place. Truth, could you divert that roto-drone to keep an eye on the club? Things have gone pretty well, it would be a shame to get double crossed now.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

<<�The roto is on recall and will be unreachable for almost an hour, but I’m bringing both shooters. Their eyes aren’t quite as sharp, they’re just as invisible.�>>

Satisfied that all hell is not in fact about to break loose on the island, Truth slides his consciousness back into the skulking law enforcement drone perched on the Eagledale roof. He slowly turns up the antenna’s power in synch with the helicopter’s electric motor. As the rotors reach speed, the gecko tips release and he gingerly lifts off from the roof.

The nose pitches up as he backs the helicopter over the peak of the roof before ducking behind the west side of the building. After a quick glance around to make sure no one is watching, his chameleonic skin shifts to Lone Star’s livery and he drifts out onto Parfitt Way, headed east to Madison Avenue.

At the corner, he swings north over a passing group of wandering drunks. After a few blocks, he makes a hard banking right onto Winslow Way, redlines the engine and sprints east towards the Sound. After thirty seconds, he enters the Eagle Harbor ferry terminal parking lot, zipping under the old Welcome sign, before climbing to cross Puget Sound.

Once he’s out of sight of the shore, the drone’s skin shifts back to its’ matte blue-black and speeds towards the lights of Downtown, only tangentially aware of the green triangle in the corner of his vison representing the speedboat crossing the water.

<<�By the way, anyone need a lift to the club?�>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound Docks, Seattle--

<<Johnson Chat>>
<<An hour should be more than enough time. We'll see you then.>>

<<Team Chat>>
<<Its happening in Dante's I doubt this guy would want to frag with Dante or do anything in such a relatively crowded place. Besides He's already calling Ochir to transfer final payment its not like he'd give up an extra 400k for no reason...or would he? I'm not too worried there are 11 of us and at the moment the mojo slingers are packing a lot of extra heat in the form of spirits.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound Docks, Seattle--

<<Johnson Chat>>


<<Team Chat>>
<<I agree it should be safe enough, It wont stop me from packing my mossburg but i still think we will be ok.>>

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

I don't know, from the sounds of it this paydata is data with a capital PAY. The cost of nuking the site from orbit might be less than the value of the data. That would be very bad for us.

DD, let me have a copy of the encrypted data and I'll set up some insurance on the way to the meet. Anybody got any blank RFID tags?

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

I have a Tag cleaner i can erace a cpl for you and you can put what you want on them.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

The helicopter zips over the waves, images from the pickup’s cameras filling AR windows in Truth’s peripheral vision, along with audio and video from the simrigs feeding the network, and his own cybereyes.

<<�I’ve got plenty of blank tags. But something else just occurred to me. Why the hell would we go in there? Ochir’s got our cash, and we can dead drop the data someplace for him to collect it. I’ve got no problem with flying overwatch outside if you all want to sit down across the table from this guy and risk getting killed, but since I’m a liability in a scenario like that, I’m at a loss for why I shouldn’t leave the data stashed, get in my truck and drive directly to Vancouver.�>>

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>


I agree, no need for everyone to risk their necks. Perhaps one Face and a couple of bodyguards should meet with Mr J for politeness' sake. The rest of us should go to ground.

Jake should do the Face work and Ralph was pretty good at seeing through all the BS earlier. Perhaps Etoile should go too as muscle?

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Team Chat:
<<We could just have an AR meeting there, using cold sim it should be safe.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Temporarily distracted, Truth jumps out of the drone helicopter, orders it to fly back to his truck, and begins digging through the matrix maniacally.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 ��" Puget Sound, Seattle--

Team Chat:
<<He did already set up a physical meet at Dante's and no one wants to Screw with Dante, it would put the message out to the shadow community, and maybe the public depending on how messy. I made the deal so I'll go to the meet. I think we should all be there since it was part of the deal we made the guy. He's played us straight so far and I do not want to double cross a Drake, especially if he might be working for a Dragon.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0042 – Car driving away from Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Team Chat - Encrypted <<I can't take weapons into the meet, so perhaps I am not suited to being muscle. Unless razors will be able to seriously 'arm a drake? Speaking of which, what do we even know about those things? They are dangerous, no?>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Still deep in his frenetic search for automatic weapon schematics, Truth voices his change of heart.

<<"Eh. Screw it. It's only four blocks away, and if anyone is going to kill us, it's going to be the UCAS Army, not the Johnson. Besides, I could use a drink.">>

<<"DD, delete your copy of the paydata. So that we are sure we get what we want, before they get what they want. One copy's all we need, we're not going to go spreading this shit around, right?">>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<Ok, Jake.>>

DD deletes the data. The young woman is torn between excitment at the run and the stakes, and fear of possible consequences - and of course, the lure of the nuyen.

If we're going to Dante's, then I'll need to check my appearance...

DD checks her outfit for spots, stains, or other blemishes.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 Puget Sound, Seattle--

<<Team Chat Channel>>
<<Ok, Jake. I take it this means we are all going in?>>

Charlie nods to herself and then changes her all black outfit into a trendy clubbing one with a green silk top, leather pants, and nice snug jacket. She also changes her appearance back to what it had been for the initial meeting, red hair, sem-proffesional looking glasses,etc.



--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0126 Dante's, Seattle--

<<Team Channel>>
<<Ok guys, lets get this done and get our nuyen. I've got some big plans for my 40,000.>>

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0042 Puget Sound Docks, Seattle--

<<Team Chat>>
<<Well, now that thats decided, lets go thank our J for giving us his money.>>

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

Wait, are you suggesting we don't even keep a copy as insurance?

We can't use it , sure, but it guarantees our safety until his product is safely on the market. After that we no longer represent a threat and the data becomes worthless. His competitors will have reversed engineered it within six months but by that time he's cornered the market and made his millions.

Even then we can't sell it to the corps, they won't need it and it'll just get us killed. On the other hand the naked nano-specs will be worth a fortune in the shadows.

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0042 – Car driving away from Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Team Chat - Encrypted <<Gecko is right, it would be foolish to leave ourselves without proper insurance. We should not take a copy into the meet, but we need a way to ensure 'e is going to stay friendly.>>

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle--

<<Incoming Text>>
<<Ochir_Sacred_Arrow>>
<<Hay I got the word for Mr. J to pay you guys. I made the call, please double check your accounts so I know I didn't miss anyone.>>

And you may have thought that Dante's was packed and busy the other night. Man, you had no idea they couple pack so many people in. The line to get in is now twice along, and security is even tighter then Thursday night with four trolls and four orks running the door. Again you come right to the door double checking the list and they give you a good look over before let you in. You walk into the building and are instanly spammed with people hitting on you and propositions that they would not kiss there mom with that mouth.

You progress down into hell again to said room. Inside there stands Mr. Johnson in his brilliant white suit and a smile on his face.

With everyone here Mr. Johnson starts
Thank you, you guys do good work. You have my data don't you? as he sets his commlink on the table. Good, looks like it's all there and the other asset I heard has been taken care of. I've already talked to Ochir and you payment should already be in your accounts. With all that out of the way, do any of you have questions or anything else you need? Oh, I hope that our professional work can continue in the future. Please if you have any copies I hope you have been given ample reason to hold it in our best interests I would hate our professional relationship be destroyed over something trivial.

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle--

<<Text to Ochir_Sacred_Arrow>>
<<Looks good Ochir, if you have anything in the future don't hesitate to send it my way I enjoyed working with you on this.>>

Charlie presses through the bustle of the club trying to get to the backroom but she isn't quite successful she is too slight, and too pretty to make it through unhassled so instead relies on Jake, using him as a blocker. Once she gets into the room she smiles at the Johnson and waits for the others to arrive before she starts to speak.

"I think that I can speak for all of us in saying that we would do nothing to jepordize such a profitable relationship. We've already been contacted by Ochir and everything is in order. If you ever need something also accomplished pleased don't hesitate to contact us."

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

The black work truck pulls up to the front door, past the long line of annoyed stares. Jaws drop and teeth gnash at Truth’s dingy jeans, sweaty t-shirt, and haphazard spiked hair. A few aspiring patrons catch sight of the Predator on the dashboard and start to whisper, especially when he walks right up to the front door of Dante’s, says he’s expected, and gets let in.

Being famous is a pain in the ass. Being important rules.

Truth slides through the lecherous, intoxicated crowd, his body shaking slightly after the hours of neural overstimulation. Just the same, he tunes in the club’s matrix feed, sets the neon green irises of his replacement eyes to pulse to the beat, collects a bottle of premium vodka from the bar, and makes his way to the meeting.

The decoy commlink’s is rapidly overwhelmed with indecent, incoming messages, and, once inside the sub basement conference room, and the scrawny, dingy hacker amuses himself by alternating between reading them and putting together the rest of his spare parts list while the Johnson talks.

When the talk of work is done, he offers the bottle of Norwegian spirits around.

“It’s been fun. Who’s ready to celebrate?�

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

Still running with her Move By Wire cranked up to full Etoile glides through the crowded club, slipping between gaps before the people around her are even aware they exist.

Her general lousy mood at the no guns policy combined with the spam result in a few less than polite incentives to be left alone, usually in the form of an 'accidental stomp on toes' or a 'highly unfortunate elbow in the side'. Thankfully, nerves calmed after the nights wetwork, she manages to keep herself from causing any serious harm.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<I do so 'ate crowds.>>

She lurks at the back of the meeting while Mr Johnson does his post mission talk, following her skillsoft prompts to nod and smile in the right places to show she's still paying attention.

“It 'as indeed and I suppose I could delay my plans for new eyes long enough for a few drinks.�

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

DD basks in the attention they get upon arriving at Dante's Inferno - both from the ones waiting in line and from the ones inside. Dressed in her jumpsuit, she does her best to emphasize the suits hint at being a dangerous shadowrunner, to cover for its less than fashionable cut. Her spam filter handles the proposals, adding some to her "To look over at a later date" file according to the whim of her agent.

Too bad we don't have P2.0 here, that would boost my rating for sure...

DD can't help being nervous during the meeting - this is the point where the double cross usually happens.

I wish I had some eX... I'll have to get some after this...

When the debriefing is over, DD jumps at the proposal of a celebration.

Of'course!

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

After the debreifing was over and she and the other runners were alone Charlie sagged back into a chair just thinking about all the possibilities for what she could do with the 40,000 nuyen. The money would go a long way towards her studies, and they definitely weren't cheap. She'd also put some of it toward the equipment she would need to stay in the shadows, but the rest of it...the rest of it was for fun since she'd be moving in with the Havel's that totally cut down on costs and she'd handle the rent with a few days a month of magical consulting... so she could splurge with 5k and still be putting a few more grand in the bank.

"Yea, definitely I'm so up for spending some of that cash!" Charlie says excitedly almost bouncing with excitement at the prospect of all the fun she'd be able to have with that much cash.