The Limo arrives at the Gates Casino and slowly pulls up to the entrance.

Franklin gets out of the car and walks to the back and opens the door for his passangers.

As the team steps out he asks:
Would you like me to park the limo and stick around Sirs, and Ma'am?

Stepping out Shred looks at the others for a second before replying, I can't speak for everyone but I won't be needing a ride afterwards, thank you though.

He nods to the driver and makes his way inside.

Vincent follows shortly after Shred, that same small, polite smile gracing his face. Likewise, I most likely shall not be needing a ride. Although, if you would be so kind as to leave your comm-code with me, I can inform you if the situation changes.

Ofcourse sir. The number has been sent to your com.

He turns to Lucky and Nisio.
And you ma'am, and sir? Will you be needing my services tonight?

Nisio waves the driver off, sending him a tip of 50 nuyen, and escorts Lucky inside. Once inside the casino, he beelines for a busy restaurant near the entrance, the knid that usually has the most people, and arranges for a booth, somewhere they can see the door from. He doesn't talk much until they're acutally seated, and he sets up his white noise generator.


Alright, before we begin, we should get to know each other a bit. As I said, my name is Nisio, or "Stone", and this is Lucky. Vincent, I believe I've heard of you before, but you're new to me Shred. Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself. Mr. Corrleone implied some of us were not tied as closely , and I know that Vincent is "in", so that suggests that you are not to the same extent as the rest of us. That could be useful, since you won't be as recognizeable, which I believe is what he was aiming for. So, tell as about you, if you don't mind.

Shred shifts a little bit in his seat, slightly uncomfortable with the new attention everyone has bestowed upon him.
Settling his nerves he begins. Well, like I was sayin' in the limo I'm not really any kind of big shot, mainly just called in on small business exchanges when muscle is needed, or when someone needs taken care of quiet like, and like I'm quite good at what I do. Not tryin' to boast or nothin' ya know?
He finishes sheepishly lighting up a smoke. looking between the others trying to read their expressions.

Stone nods as Shred speaks. Well we could use a scout, someone to go in first and assess the situation, or give us a video feed. You'd be less recognizable to Strautzie muscle, giving us a chance to see who we're dealing with. That's the club at least. For the Restaurants, I think Lucky should lead the way. She can go in and give us a face of to put them at ease, or at lease a respectful approach to begin, before we have to apply more pressure.

Nisio looks sidelong to Lucky to see what she thinks.

Lucky listens for a moment and then nods. Sounds easy enough. So, who's first?

Desi're sounds like it would be the easiest. Vincent puts in. Revolver probably has weapons on site that could really cause some trouble if they decide to put up a fight. The club has a rumored vampire as owner, as well as a large number of people who could very easily get in our way if it comes down to a fight. Either way, I'd like a chance to pick up a couple toys from my apartment before we get started. I came light to the meeting.

Nisio shakes his head. I don't think that the Revolver will be a problem. We just have to approach it properly. Their side business has been suffering because of the new influences. That's cutting into the owner's bottom line. We can offer to let them renew their sideline under us, along with protection from outside retribution. Offering actual protection. We do that, and we can probably conut on their suppourt in this. Especially if Rick gets a look at Lucky. Let him get distracted and be off his game, long enough to make the deal. If she stays around as a liason, we can keep him on the hook easily enough.

Vince, I think you might be our front man for Deseri. You've got the manners to do it proper, and the woman has appetites. Not the worst job in the world. Politics make strange bed fellows after all. Again, if we can get in with a velvet glove, it'll make things much easier when dealing with the competition. You make the approach, and we'll have your back.

That leads the last one to be able to see us coming, but with the advantage that we may have been able to leave a trail of more or less satisfied business associates behind us.
He sits back, puffing on his cigar, and keys up the comm for his car, setting it's autopilot to come pick them up, and notify his when it arrives.[/color]

Vincent sighs. Talking has never been my strongest point, but I can do it. Revolver, Desi're, then the club, then?

Shred snuffs out his stump of a cigar before lighting up a cigarette. So it sounds like if we play our hands just right it'll be a bit like some interesting dominoes? One at a time, hoping the next one falls just right.

Stone nods to Shred. Pretty much. But that means we need to make sure the first one goes off without a hitch.

And don't worry Vince, we just need some scouting. Use some camera contacts, look around for a bit, and keep an eye open for security and weapons. I don't think we'll be able to pull scouting with Desi're though. THe place is to exclusive to pull that sort of thing. You'll stick out. I'll see if Lucky and I can get a space though. Should be able to swing something.

Shred has heard all he needs and is itching to begin. Then we start immediately I assume? saying it more of a statement than a question. I'll need to grab a few thing's but I"ll be ready within an hour, tops.

First things first, grab some stealthy surveillance equipment and my gun and then I'm off.

Vincent smiles and nods to the others. "If there is nothing else, then I shall be off. It was a pleasure meeting you all, and I look forward to working with you in the future."

With that, he gives a sharp nod of his head to them before exiting the building. He pauses for a moment in the doorway to light a cigarette before stepping out and starting off down the street towards his current apartment. He hums to himself as he walks, enjoying the lack of rain this evening.

Upon arrival, he takes a moment to pull on his Synergist Longcoat before stashing his stun batons under it and studying his other weapons for a moment before discarding the idea of taking them with him. It's only a reconnaissance mission, after all, he thinks as he heads out the door.

Upon arrival, Vincent enters the lobby and approaches the host. "Are there any open tables this evening?" he asks as he hands a business card and a cred stick with a couple hundred nuyen on it to the host and looks around.

Perception Check

Nisio heads out from the meal, stopping to put $1,000 down on Roulette (Black) on his way to his car. From there, it's home, making a call to Desi're to arrange a table for tomorrow night. There's no such hting as bing above trading on the family name. That's what families are for. After that, it's just amatter of picking a date.

Vincent


The hostess gives a big, toothy smile towards Vincent.
Yes sir, there will be a 10 minute wait, I hope you don't mind?

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Nisio
The ball begins to roll across the board as it spins. Everyone in the crowd seems to be holding there breath. Aparently there's alot of big bets on the line here. The ball finally chooses a slot to fall into. Twelve. Red.
The man working the roullette table looks up at Nisio.
Better luck next time, sir.

After returning home, the table is reserved without much trouble.

Vincent smiles politely and nods. That will be fine. He calmly walks over and patiently waits to the side for his table to open up, continuing to keep an eye out for security, weapons, trouble, and other things that might be important for later.

Once outside, shred lights another smoke and dials up his fixer as he begins to walk down the street.

Vincent
After what seems like only two or three minutes, Vincent is aproached by a waitress.
Right this way, sir. Will anyone else be joining you?

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Shred
The com rings a couple time before it's awnsered. Soon, Jax awnsers. The screen is blank for a few seconds then flashes a blonde mow hawked elf.
Oy chummer, didn't know it was you. Now, Whaddya want?

Shred gives a little chuckle at seeing Jax again.
Good to see you too man. And I'm looking for some video feed contact lenses, or something of the like that will let me record video discreetly, and possibly audio as well.

Shred
Jax scratches his head a second, aparently thinking.
Oh right, right. I think I know what you mean. I know a guy who can hook you up, and for a good price if I send you. But it's gonna cost you, omea. Thousand cred sounds fair, wouldn't you say? He ends that last sentence with a sly grin from ear to ear.

Vincent smiles politely at the waitress. No, Miss. I believe I shall be dining alone this evening. He follows the waitress to the table, using his eye cameras to take snapshots of any interesting or important parts of the restaurant, including the suspicious individual.

Shred jokingly puts on a concerned look, eyebrows raised.
What's the matter chumly, funds runnin low?
He gets a big grin and lets loose a light chuckle Yeah sounds good omea, I think thats a good price.

Vincent
Vincent is sat, order is taken, and received. The food is fantastic, and the service is nothing short of fantastic. All in all, the restraunt truly worth the money. Vincent is scanning the room, as he hears the a womans voice repeat the ever so cliche':
Come here often, darlin?

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Shred
Jax smiles
Times is tuff, so I have to be. Wire the money and I'll send him you're number, he'll know whats up. Don't fuck around with this guy, he's a pro, took me years to get his contact information. Chances are you won't even meet him in person. He goes by the handle BOB.
After Shred sends the nuyen, it takes about a twenty minutes for his com to ring. The number comes up as scrambled symbols. As Shred awnsers the screen is blacked out. A voice with a thick canadian accent comes from the other side of the com.
Hey, uh. You rang, eh? The voice chuckles. Hear you need some gear, eh. What can Uncle BOB get for ya, eh?

Actually, no, Vincent answers as he turns to face the questioner. This is the first chance I've had to come, but I've heard interesting things about this place, so I thought I would come and look into things myself. He stands and offers his hand, taking the chance to give her a quick once-over. Marcus Jade, at your service, Miss...?

Vincent
As Vincent turns to face the woman, he'll notice she stands about 5'4, Jet Black hair, absolutely stunning in physical appearence. Especially for an older woman. She seems to be sporting some latest fashion of red lingierae.
Deseri Bjornson, pleasure. She takes a seat next to Vincent.
So, tell me, what have you heard about my little get together? She places a hand on his leg.

Well, Miss Bjornson, I heard that the decor was excellent, the food exquisite, and the service best of all. He takes a sip of his wine and smiles. It seems, however, that the rumors didn't do the experience justice. May I buy you a drink?

Shred can't help but grin just a bit at the amusing accent. Well uncle Bob, I'm lookin for some discreet video, and possibly audio, recording equipment, smallest package possible. he says pleasantly. Got anything like that? he asks politely.

Vincent
She smiles. Naturally, darling. But what do you say we take this into my private area of the building. The wine tastes better there.

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Shred
Hmm..... Well eh. I got alot of thngs like that. Could you be more specific, eh?

Vincent's smile seems to gain a little happiness instead of being purely polite. Lead the way, Miss Bjornson.

Vincent
Ms. Bjornson leads Vincent to a backroom. One similar to that of a shadowrun meeting room. Exept instead of a table to talk around, there's a large bed. Complete with silk sheets, velvet pillows and a curtain that goes all the way around it. To one side of the room there is a full bar, and the other is a very large collection of massage oils and lotions sittin on top of a cabinet. God only knows what's inside the cabinet.

This is where I like to go when I need to...get away. Wether Im alone or with a friend is an entirely different story. Can I get you a drink Mr. Marcus? She says with a giggle as she struts across the room after kicking off her heels.
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Stone(Nisio)
Your com beeps with a new picture message downloaded.

Vincent makes his way over to join her at the bar. A drink sounds wonderful, Miss Bjornson. He smiles and waits for her to pour the drink (requesting a Godfather cocktail if she asks) before raising his glass. To wonderful company. He toasts.

Shred grins even more. I'll do my best. he says, still pleasant. I'm actually hoping you've got something like a video feed contact lense that i can sync to my com for recording. as for audiorecording i'm not too picky, anything thats easy to hide and hard to detect, and is easy on the wallet.

Vincent
Desirie raises her glass and downs it in one gulp, the grabs Vincent by his collar and pulls him in for a long, passionate(and I throw that word around as freely as possible) kiss. When she's finished, she whispers in his ear: Take me.
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Shred
Its quiet on the other end and Shred can hear a scratching noise, then it abruply stops.
Incase you couldn't tell, eh, Im scracthing my head. Bob clears his throat.
Ok, that I can do, eh. I'd say about two and a half thousand straight up should take care of it. Hope that sounds fair eh, cause I ain't budgin.....
It's quite a moment...Oh shit. Forgot the cam wasn't on. I guess you didn't see my evil grin. Ive been practicin. The Mrs. says I'm not intiminating enough. Women, eh?

Vincent leans forward and brushes his lips near her ear. Be patient, my dear, He whispers, his breath lightly tickling her ear. It'll be worth the wait...

He chuckles lightly. Yeah, all is good omea, I'll send it over asap. Where you want me to pick it up? he asks.

Vincent
For the next hour or so, Vincent and Desirie do pretty much everything two people of the oppisite sex can do with eachother. Its obvious she knows what she's doing. Afterwords, she walks him to the door. Come back anytime. She cooes as she walks back into the dining room.
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Shred
Send me the cred chummer, and I'll send you an address, eh. Bob hangs up.

Vincent smiles at Desirie. Have a pleasant evening, Miss Bjornson.

He turns and walks out the door, pausing at the door to look back one last time at Desirie. He quickly glances around, doing his best to spot anything else that he may have missed (and to check if the suspicious individual was still there or had been replaced).

Perception check


As he makes his way down the street, he keeps his senses peeled for anyone following him as he pulls out his Comm and prepares a message for the team, making sure that his encryption is active.

<<@ Team [Vincent] Hey guys, just got out of Desi're. The place is every bit as excellent as rumor has it. So how's everyone's evenings going?>>

After sending the cred and picking up his gear, Shred puts on his fine threads and heads out for some food and investigation.

Vincent
Vincent appears to have gotten everything from the resteruant he needs. The suspicious individual from before is no where in sight.
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Shred
Shred arrives at the Black Dahlia. Its just as Nisio explained. The music is booming over the loud speakers. Shred see's street walkers and bussiness types alike, partying it up. To the untrained eye, you wouldn't notice the amount of drugs being exchanged between hands, but Shred knew better.
Neon strobe lights and fog overtakes the dance floor. There are two sets of stairs on either side of the room. The bar is located upstairs acording to the sign.
Roll Perception test

Shred looks through the crowd, making his way to the bar for a quick drink
Perception Test

[ Spoiler ]

Perception (3) + Intuition (4); 5,5,1,5,5,4,2

<<<<@Vincent[Stone] Good. I have a reservation there tomorrow night. We'll meet up in the morning to dicsuss details, then go down in the evening to speak with her directly.

Shred
He hops over to the bar, naturally, to get a drink. While he waits for the bartender to get it, Shred looks around and see's a man with meduim length, slicked black hair. Wearing a black dress shirt, and matching pants and shoes. Appears distinguished. His skin is semi-pale, but there is a little complexion. He seems to be watching everyone on the dance floor, with distinct interest. After a few moments, a very large man, black, dreadlocks, and decked out in a very nice bussiness suit aproaches him, says somthing in his ear. The man nods and they both walk away through a door behind the bar. As he's walking, he notices Shred looking at him. He looks back with a blank expression on his face, and then through the door.
Shred's com suddenly vibrates, alerting him he has a message waiting.
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Stone
After sending off a message to Vincent, Stone receives one. It appears an image has been downloaded via message.
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Vincent
After a few moments, Vincent receives two messages. One from Stone, and the other from an unknown number.

Shred turns back to his drink shrugging off the mans glance as he checks his com.

Vincent calmly opens the message from Stone first, making a mental note about the plan, before opening the message from the unknown sender.

Shred, Vincent, & Stone
Shred and Vincent open the message from the unkown sender. It takes about three seconds for a photo to download. When it shows up on Vincents Com, its a picture of himself walking with Desiree. For Shred, it's one of himself standing at the bar looking away. Probably from when he and the mysterious man noticed each other. When Stone opens his, it's a photo of him and Lucky climbing into their car, leaving the meet just hours before. There are markings on Lucky's face, to make it appear there's blood coming from her eyes. And also an red X over Stone's face.There's a simple message underneath the pictures.
I SEE YOU
~GR3NDEL~

Vincent studies the picture for a long moment. Somebody got close. Too close. The fact that I didn't have any clue... Bastard's picked the fight, but I'll sure as hell finish it.

Vincent saves the message to a datachip as he changes direction, heading down an alleyway. For the next several hours, he slips through alleyways and crowded streets, ducking through a nightclub here and a restaurant there in an attempt to lose anyone who may be following him.