Ghost Dragon says, "Most of you missed my point. If we start a fire, the guards would be busy trying to evacuate the buildings and get the people they are responsible for guarding out. Very few of them, if any, would be killed. What does it matter?" Ghost Dragon sighs. "If we set the trees on fire instead of the buildings, the fire would pose less of a danger to human life."

"Acting at night is best, I think. There may be fewer guards on duty, however I think most cleaning crews work during the early day. That is why I had requested information on the guards' shifts.

"If we can find a way in disguised as a cleaning crew, perhaps we should all carry a tracking device, so that we may slip it to our target if he is encountered. Our disguises would have to be believable though." Looking at Sink, I for one, would not believe that a troll had a job cleaning human-sized dwellings. Perhaps, you could be a driver or a handyman."

"Another option we may consider is going in at night, and quietly dealing with any opposition we encounter, quickly finding our target, and running him out before we are noticed. This would require timing, stealth, and knowhow, and we would have to already know where the target was."

"I really don't like the idea of starting a fire. Too many things could go wrong. Though, I am glad to hear so many of you are not wanting a bloodbath. Thats the kind of team I like to work with.

So far, I like the idea of going in as the cleaning crew. Don't discount the idea of doing this at night. A lot of cleaners work at night, we may get lucky and have this be one of them.

A tractical strike may work as well, though I'd prefer everyone be using Gel Rounds. Killing gets messy. Besides, too many people are willing to put a bullet into the head of a guard before thinking that maybe he has a wife and kid waiting for him to come home.

I am still open to the idea of somehow getting him offsite. We don't know how high security is around him yet. Maybe he can get out to go see a trid flick, just as long as the body guard comes along. If that is the case, we deal with the guard and don't even have to worry about the building at all.

As far as gear goes, please tell me that you all have comm equipment with a good encyrption rating."

Ghost Dragon says, "I only have a cellular phone. If you wish to use encrypted radio signals to communicate, I will need a radio."

[ Arden ]

"It takes a bit of fudging, but a quick game of 'the radio is a drone' with the deck and that ain't a problem. As for gels... I'm afraid your opinion of me is gonna drop a couple of notches. I don't have any," Arden says with a shrug.

"Corp guys are putting food on the table same as us. Everybody risks getting shot. We just make sure it's somewhere in the extremities. Paid time off is about as good as it gets."

"Ah don' have any either, Arden, but if'n it comes down t'me actually pullin' this here pistol, then Ah've got much worse things t'be worryin' 'bout than what type of ammo Ah got."

Danny pauses as he turns towards Jessie.

"Ah still got that there comm set from last time, so Ah won't be needin' one. Fact is, Ah don' think Ah'll be needin' too much of anything other'n what Ah've got right here."

"I have a TacComm system with fourth generation encryption, my phone can also handle the same level of encryption, but it does not feature the counter jamming measures of the TacComm," says Mirage.

"I have some gel rounds for my pistol, I also have some Gamma-Scopolamine rounds. Although this job does not really pay well enough to use such expensive ammunition, I will use them if necessary."

"I also have some concussion and gas mini grenades. Unfortunately the gas grenades are equipped with Neuro-Stun VIII nerve gas so they must be used with care, they also take a while to disperse, but this does mean that anyone trapped within their cloud will almost certainly be knocked unconcious."

"Finally I've got some shock gloves, so I am quite well equipped for taking out opponents without killing, although Trolls would be a problem for me, I think."

Ohanzee routinely goes through his possibilities:
"My implanted communication system has the capability to work with 6th generation encryption and has the advantage to work with my transducer, so communication is silent, at least for me.
I do have gel ammunition for my weapons, though not enough to share. I'm well trained in hand-to-hand combat as well so that is another option of disabling the bodyguard. Also, I am fair enough a marksman to disable but not kill an opponent with normal ammunition."
Ohanzee insides cramp a little at his last remark, thinking of his last assignmen, but he does his best not to let the others notice it.

"I do think it is possible to get im out of the compound, otherwise Novatec would most likely not have assigned a bodyguard to our target. So if we can get him onto the streets and do it quickly as not to attract any unwanted attention we have a fair chance of succeeding."

Warpath nods. "The big problem with any kind of mass distraction is that his bodyguard, if he knows his stuff, will hustle him to another safe location. The fire would probably work fine, but we'd have to be able to track the target's movements after the commotion began... and who knows what that would require." He shrugs for emphasis. "Doing it quietly is best, but there's only so may ways to do it."

When gear counting comes up he nods. "I've got Gama-scope darts and a dart pistol, as well. 'bout as quiet as it gets. I'm runnin' mark 4 encryption on the comm, too," he adds with a nod.

"Alright. We're starting to make plans off things we don't really know yet. Why don't we all take a break and get back together once I get a call back from our Decker. I'll need to get a number to contact you all at, of course."

The Bells of Saint Jude sound out 8 pm.

Jessie has taken to pacing through the room, rather than sitting. Who thought that in a city this cold a room could get so hot. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she stops behind her chair and lights up another cigarette. "Alright guys, we've got about two or three hours before I should hear from my contact. I need to know if any of you have orders for equipment you need filled. Granted we are working on a time table, but I may be able to pull a rabit out of my hat. So. What do you guys need? Let me know now or deal with what you got for the rest of the weekend."

After stopping to this for a moment, she adds, "Maybe I can get a few comm units on loan if those of you lacking them don't have the dough to pick up one of your own. Want me to look into it?"

Ghost Dragon stands up and says, "I require nothing, though the radio unit would be nice to have. Some of you have very different concepts of what a gun is used for from my own. When I draw my gun and shoot, my intention is usually to kill. The guards at the complex will not care about our lives when they draw their guns. Why should we care about theirs? I hope you all do not plan to take only non-lethal ammunition. This run could turn into a messy farce if you do."

"They shoot to kill only because or only if they are told so. It's a myth that security guards don't care about killing runners. They are human just like we are. You need to respect life in order for life to respect you! Always keep that in mind, mage. Killing is only a last resort and can only be weighed up against another person's life. Also, most of us don't have much to lose, usually. Most of the time they leave a widow and at least one child behind when they die. And they have more possibilities to get a hold of us for revenge. Maybe it will take a few years but some time there will be a relative or a close friend of one of the many guards you shot in the last years and he'll manage to plant a bomb in your vehicle or pay someone to assasinate you. Don't think you are invulnarable just because the all-permeating mana forms as you wish.
There are enough reasons to avoid corpses at all costs - on both sides."
Ohanzee gives a look that is making clear that this discussion is closed for him and that he won't discuss it any further. He then turns to Jessie:
"As for the equipment I can't tell you what I'll need as long as we don't have a plan. I believe I shall have nno problems with what I have."

Sink glances over at Ohanzee and nods his head in agreement. When the subject of gear comes up he says "I'll be packing gas, smoke and concussion grenades, and stun rounds for my shotgun. I got a tranceiver, but it ain't encrypted. If ya need ta contact me, page me at dis number and ah'll call ya back in a few minutes."

At the suggestion of non-lethal ammunition, Warpath laughs out loud. "The real use of dart guns is that if you cap a guard with one, there's no blood spray or other telltale carnage. You can hustle the sleeping body out of sight and no one is the wiser. Do the same thin with Double-Ex and you'd need a mop to cover your passage... Outside of sneakin' in, though, I'll carry full bang-bang. If they start shootin', I fully intend to have the bigger gun."

“I am not so ridiculous that I would ask you not to defend your life. If it comes down to it and you need to take a life in order to save your own, then by all means, do so. However, I also know that most Johnson’s don’t like it when bloody messes are left in the wake of a run they wanted done. Soka?”

Jessie nods to Ohanzee after what he says about equipment, "Yeah, you're right I guess. We won't know what we need till we have a plan, I was just trying to get a jump on things."

Jessie's internal head phone beeps and Twitches voice blossoms in her ears. "Hey doll, I got some of the information for you. I can have the rest of it by tomorrow morning. First, there are two apartment building on site, A and B. He lives in A-4. It's their VIP room. There are four VIP rooms in each building, all of them are on the fourth floor. The only way up to them is through a secure elevator. The good news is though that their are balconies for each apartment, they stick out about 6 feet and are 12 feet long."

He pauses for a moment, "ok here's the bad news. I got a line on the body guard, his name is John Archer, and he is not a NT employee but a freelancer, read: Shadowrunner. And he is a real pro. The kind of guy who you bring in when you don't want anything to go wrong. He's been in the biz for six years and guarded everyone from Concrete Blond to Jessica Monroe. He's a real pro so watch it. That's all I got for now, I'll call you in the morning with the rest."

"Thanks Twitch. Talk to you tomorrow."

Jessie disconnects the line and shakes her head. With a big sigh, she relates the story she was just told by Twitch.

Ghost Dragon stands and says to Arden and Jessie, "I understand your concern, though I do not share it. Your point is made. Know that if I am attacked, I will to fight back - with deadly force. You need not worry about me trying to kill every guard that I meet. I will only eleminate those that I see as threats.

"If our business is concluded for the time being, I would like to begin summoning the spirits we discussed. The rituals will take time, and I would like to be able to sleep some before we meet again with the new information."

Jessies eyes open back up, having just disconnected the open line to Leo.

"Guys, check this out. I just talked to a friend of mine and he gave me a little info on our Johnson, or at least, who he may be. It seems that a few years ago S-K sent over an attache to work as a liason for the German embassy. So if our Johnson is this guy, that means he is not only the sole representative of S-K in Seattle, but that he also has some political pull at the embassy."

"I know of this bodyguard, John Archer," say Mirage, "I have met him once in a club, I have never worked with him, but I know of his reputation."

"He is a large Ork, about two meters tall, and very professional. A few years ago he defended his client against a group of about 20 Halloweeners. He killed most of them, the rest were all wounded."

"This established his reputation, since then he has always had high profile clients, one after another, and he demands top dollar."

"He is a dangerous adversary."

[ Arden ]

"So basically we either seperate them, or somebody is going down really hard?"

"I'm starting to think less then 10k a head is looking pretty slim."

Jessie nods to Arden, "So do I, but we already took the job, so its too late to go back. Anyhow, I think I have something that may help deal with this bodyguard."

Jessie reaches into her suit and pulls out a very well concealed Predator III. She ejects the clip and sets the gun aside. Pulling out one of the rounds from the clip, she holds it up for everyone to see. "This is a custom round I had ordered. Its a combination of gel round and a narcojet dart. Instead of filling the round with gel, its got a DMSO/Narcojet mix inside. Really effective for taking down even the toughest of characters. It hits them with the force of a gel round, then double wammys them with the narcojet. If you guys like, I should be be able to get some more of these."

Ghost Dragon says, "So, we must change our plans. It is doubtful that we could separate this bodyguard from our target. Even if we were able to, he would certainly try his best to rejoin him. Perhaps two of us should focus on eliminating the bodyguard while the rest of us try to extract the target."

Bleeding hearts...

He looks around the room and the other seven, "I volunteer to help take out the bodyguard."

Throwing a somewhat hostile look at Ghostdragon, already regretting what he is about to say, Ohanzee states slightly hesitant: "I'm with you, taking care of the bodyguard."
Then turning to Jessie: "I could use a hand full of rounds for my Remington or my Savalettes, depending on whether we get a chance to ambush him or face him in direct combat. We don't yet know the parameters of the encounter with the bodyguard. However, I would much rather like to lay an ambush than search direct confrontation."

Jessie looks Ghost Dragon over, not wanting to tell him directly that the he is the last one she wants dealing with the bodyguard, she asks, "What do you focus in as a mage? Maybe you'd be better suited to help with the extraction."

She then nods to Ohanzee, "I'll see what I can dig up for you. Any other takers?"

Mirage looks at Jesse, "Actually I disagree, I think it's best to have one of the magic men with Ohanzee. One mage and one samurai gives a better chance of taking Archer out. Where bullets fail, a mana spell might succeed."

"Archer will be prepared to give his life to protect his client, and will not hesitate to kill any of us. If Ohanzee is going to use drugged rounds against Archer, it will be good for him to have magical backup, remember that Orks are tougher and generally more resistant to toxins than humans."

"I'll cover Morgan while we're getting him off site. I've done plenty of bodyguarding, so it is probably my best role."

"This hooded coat is equipped with Ruthenium-polymer, and thermal damping so I don't necessarily need covering by invisibility."

She turns to Ohanzee, "I am also equipped with a transducer, so we can communicate telepathically, oui."

Mirage turns back Jesse, "I will not be needing any thanks, I've got one clip of Gamma-Scopolamine capsule rounds for my Manhunter."

Other than occasionally rolling his eyes, Danny continues to pointedly ignore the mage, Ghost Dragon. Leaning back in his chair, booted feet on the table's edge, he listens carefully as the others make suggestions as to a plan of action.

"Y'all don' need t'be worryin' 'bout me. Like Ah said earlier, Ah pretty much already got everything Ah'll be needin'. 'Sides, this job ain't payin' enough for us t'be usin' too many of them there special type bullets."

Ghost Dragon turns to face Danny and says, "My focus is combat spells. I can cast mana, power, and lightning bolts. You already know that I can cast a physical invisibility spell."

"...which may prove to be useful - this time." adds Ohanzee.

"Alright. We're gunna have Ghost Dragon... can we just call you Ghost for short?... and Ohanzee to deal with the bodyguard. The rest of us will do what we can to get the target out. I'd like to suggest that we all take a break for now, as we've been at it for hours. Twitch is due to give me a buzz in the morning and then we can all meet back up here and go over the rest of the info and start hashing out a real plan of action. Anyone have a problem with that?"

[Mirage]

"No, that's a good idea, here is the LTG number of my pocket secretary."

"As I said it can handle encryption of fourth generation or lower, call me it you need anything."

Turning his attention to Ghost Dragon as the mage addresses him, Danny can't restrain a small smile of amusement. His planned response is fortunately cut off as Jessie suggests an adjurnment until the next day.

"Y'all got my number already, Jessie, right? Since we're all splittin' up fer the night, any of y'all got any suggestions on where t'find a half-decent rest'rant? Ah've been restin' for days 'n' don' feel like callin' it a night jus' yet."

Jessie smiles at Danny, "Sure, I'll join ya, if you don't mind the company."

"Sounds good. Long as you 'member it's my treat."

Jessie stands up, chuckling. "Not a problem. I'll consider it 'gas money'."

Jessie collects phone numbers from everyone and lets them know she'll contact them in the morning before leaving with Danny.

0900 Saturday, November 12th

The beep of an incoming call awakes Jessie from a rather pleasant dream. It takes a moment to get your thoughts together and then you answer. Twitches familiar voice fills your head. "Hola Jessie, I got the info you wanted. There are three shifts at the plex, shift changes are at 1800, 0200, and 1000. The guards are armed with Pred 3s and light body armor. There is one hermatic mage on duty as well as some unidentified 'paranormal assets'. Unfortunately I was unable to come up with any blueprints better than the ones you have already. However I did a little digging and I got you the access codes to the apartment elevator and," he pauses and the automated sound of the drum roll plays in your head, "the front door of his building. I figured since I couldn't come up with the prints this would make up for it, adios." The line dies.

Ghost Dragon turns to Jessie and says, "You may call me 'Ghost' if you wish. I will summon a water elemental tonight. Here is my phone number."

Looking around at everyone else, he says, "Conjuring materials cost 1,000 =Y= for each level of force. If anyone wants to chip in, now is the time. I have enough for a level three spirit at home. I will require some money if you would like a more powerful of spirit. We will use the spirit to first break open the water main, if necessary, and then as aid in taking down the bodyguard. I will also pick up some grenades. IR smoke, regular smoke, flash, and defensive HE for myself. If anyone wants some, let me know, and I will add them to the order with my fixer for a donation."

1000 Saturday

Jessie smiles as the access codes download into the memory installed into her brain. "Thanks Twitch, I owe ya one."

After a hot shower and a good breakfast, Jessie gives the rest of the group a call and lets them know to meet her back at the bar. Meet time is 1030.

Looking around the room and seeing no one willing to put forth a donation, Ghost Dragon says, "Well then, I will leave and summon the water elemental. Drop me a line in the morning about when and where you want to meet." Ghost Dragon pulls out his cell phone and puts it in his ear.

On his way home, Ghost Dragon calls his fixer and friend, Charlie, and leaves him a message, saying, "Charlie, this is Ghost Dragon. I need some grenades by tomorrow morning, Charlie. I'm looking for smoke, IR smoke, concussion, defensive HE, flash-pak, flash, gas, superflash, white phosphorous, incendiary, ink, or IPE concussion, defensive HE. Offensive HE types are ok too. I need whatever you can scrounge up on such short notice. I would prefer incendiary, flash, defensive HE, or consussion. It does not matter whether they are IPE. I will need a total of 6 grenades. If you could just leave them with the guys at the security desk in the lobby area, in an unmarked, sealed package, like usual, so they do not get the wrong impression, I would appreciate it. I will settle up with you later, since I will likely not be home when you arrive. Leave me a message, giving me my total. Thanks, friend. I owe you one if you can get me some good ones. By the way, how is biz? Do you need help with anything? Drop me a line some time."

Ghost Dragon also decides to pick up some gas on the way home. When he arrives home, he parks his motorcycle in his assigned space and walks inside.

One of the guards pipes up as Ghost Dragon enters the lobby, leaning back in his chair, "Morning, sir. You look exhausted! Long night?"

Lifting up his sunglasses and rubbing his eyes, Ghost Dragon says, "Yes. I am exhausted, thank you. I have been up for almost 24 hours. It was a long meeting that just seemed like it would never end. Fortunately, the one in charge ran out of steam and adjourned. I have to go back tomorrow, though." Ghost Dragon frowns.

The guards both crack a smile, and the one he was talking to bursts into laughter, saying, "Man, I don't envy you. You might as well get some rest then." He gestures toward the tenant elevator and sits back up in his chair to look back at the bank of camera feeds.

"Yes, " Ghost Dragon says, "Oh, by the way, I am expecting a package to arrive from a friend some time in the morning. Can you hold it?"

"Sure!"

"Thanks."

Ghost Dragon heads upstairs to his apartment to begin his work. He takes off his coat and gun, putting them on their usual place on the back of a chair. He takes off his armor clothing and goes in his underwear to the area of his flat where he has his circle set up. Quickly, he pulls over one of the large plastic trash cans that he bought for conjuring, which is labled 'WATER', and places it in the middle of the circle. He grabs the three plastic bags of summoning materials from the shelf next to the other can, tears them open, and dumps them into the can.

Just add water.

Ghost Dragon grabs a coiled up hose from its hook on the constructed wall, next to the other trash can labled, 'EARTH' and puts one end into the can for water. He uncoils the hose while walking it into the kitchen. He unscrews his sink faucet's aerator and links up the hose. He turns on the faucet and walks over to watch the water level rise. When the water level is almost to the top, he runs, well more like jogs, since he is sleepy, over to the sink and turns off the faucet.

Then, Ghost Dragon walks over to his library area, which is simply a few 8-foot tall rows of utility shelving, full of real books, and looks through his conjuring section. Grabbing a few books that contain the subject matter he is interested in, Ghost Dragon carries them back to his circle. He opens them to the necessary sections and bookmarks them, in case they close by accident. With a practiced manner, he begins the ritual of summoning the elemental.

Jessie steps into the bar and stops to take a look around. Walking up to the bartender, she rests her hands on the bar and gives him her winning smile, "Hoi, I'll be needin' the room again. Can you have Jamie cook me up some breakfast while I get things setup in there? ... Thank bud, you're the best."

When she lifts her hands off the bar to head towards the room, a hundred nuyen bill is left behind.

Mirage enters the bar cautiously, scanning the room for danger. Once she's satisfied she steps out of the shadows and walks briskly towards the meeting room.

Mirage nods to the bartender as she passes, then enters the meeting room.

"Bonsieur Jessie."

"Good morning, dear. Go ahead and get yourself some breakfast while we wait for the others. I've got some good news for us, but I'd rather wait till everyone arrives before going over it."

Danny slots his 'stick into the cab's reader, adding a couple of nuyen to the total of the transfer before stepping out of the taxi. He gives a quick galance around the semi-deserted parking lot as he strolls to the door of the bar.

Once inside, he catches the eye of the aging waitress, who recognising him from yesterday, indicates the back room with a jerk of her head. The shaman orders a pot of coffee to be brought into the room, then proceeds to head in that direction himself.

Still plagued by his bad consciousness that he didn't even go to see Lilly last night or call Lightning ("I'll wait until after the assignment. So that I have time" Yeah, right. Idiot. You're afraid, admit it. You just don't know what you're afraid of...) Ohanzee approaches the bar once more.
This time, as he knew what was expecting him, he was smart and didn't have breakfast at home. They served his favorite here: cripsy bacon with scrambled eggs and toast. In an acceptable quality as well, as it seemed. And the tea was decent.

After entering the bar in his usual Look-I-swallowed-a-stick manner he walks up to the bar, folding his hands on its wooden surface.
"Good Morning Sir. How are you doing on this wonderfull dawning of a new day?", his somewhat sober tone marked his words as artifical.
"I'll have the bacon, eggs & toasts and a can of darjeeling, if you'd be so kind." He takes the wordless nod of the bartender as a Yes and heads for the backroom.

Wordless he sits down on the same chair he sat on the day before, his mask of friendliness and politeness droping a bit as soon as he enters the room, revealing part of what lies beyond.
The shadows under his eys are whitnesses of a not-so-pleasant night, as are the slightly red-ish eyes. His outfit is in top order, as usual.

Upon entering the room he gives a non-commitant nod into the round of the ones already gathered here but utters no further greetings.

Ghost Dragon sees the spirit appear before him. The can of water begins to shudder and bubble, and then the bubbles rise up and form a column of churning water. Soon afterward, Ghost Dragon hears a voice calling to him from the astral plane, "I have come. What do you want of me?"

Ghost Dragon stands up and gazes at the spirit he has conjured up, the strain of the summoning being far less than he had expected, which is to say, none at all. He sees the churning mass off water floating before him on the astral plane and says, "I require your services. You will help me."

The water elemental makes a grunt and says, "I will only help you perform three tasks." It leans forward and says menacingly, "Then, I'm going home."

Ghost Dragon says, "Fine. Wait for me to call upon you for your services. Then, come to my aid."

The elemental makes a noise and vanishes.

Ghost Dragon turns around and scoops up the books he had taken out to read from. He closes them and carries them in a stack over to his library. In only a minute, he has them placed neatly back into the proper order.

He takes a small wheeled cart and laboriously hefts the trash can onto it. Ghost Dragon turns around and walks toward his bathroom area, wheeling the cart with him. He empties the can of its cloudy water, which contains the now dissolved remains of his summoning materials, into a floor drain in his shower stall, and then he wheels the cart and trash can back to his magic circle area. He gets undressed, showers, and brushes his long hair before turning in for the night. Then, he goes to sleep and waits for Jessie's call in the morning.

Jessie's call comes just a few minutes after 1000. Ghost Dragon grunts and then growls at his tridphone's ringing and waking him up. With less than six hours of sleep, he is still quite tired. He slowly gets out of bed to check the message, the presence of which is indicated by a small flashing light. The bright morning sun makes walking somewhat difficult until his eyes adjust to it.

With only 30 minutes to get dressed and reach the bar, Ghost Dragon hurriedly puts on the same type of clothes he wore yesterday. He quickly sprays some conditioner into his tangled white hair and brushes it smooth. He grabs his coat, sunglasses, and gloves and goes downstairs, locking his door behind him.

"Did any packages arrive for me this morning?" he asks one of the guards manning the security desk.

"Yeah!" Ryan says, "Let me get it for you!" He disappears behind a side door and returns with a small box. "Here ya go!" he says as he hands it off to Ghost Dragon.

Ghost Dragon says, "Thanks." He takes the box back up to his apartment and opens it.

On the way back to his apartment, Sink's car slid a bit on the road. It got him to thinking, and when he finally reached his apartment he called his contact Lavawalker.

"Damn machines. Nobody's ever home these days.,,,,Hey, Lava, its me. Gimme a call when you get in. I gotta get some snow tires or some chains for my car. I need somethin that'll make my ride go in da snow, and I need it fast. Can you help me out?"

He arrived back in the bar the next morning, ordered a double order of steak and eggs and some coffee, and walked back to the back room and plopped himself down. "Mornin" he said pleasantly to those already present.

Once everyone is gathered and ready to start talking again, Jessie stands up and begins to fill everyone in on whats shes found out...

"They have three security shifts; 1800, 0200, and 1000 hours. Guards will be armed with Predator 3s and light armor. There is one Mage on staff, Hermetic if that helps. They have... paranormals... though I don't know what kind... And here comes the icing on the cake... I got access codes to the front door of the targets building... and the secure elevator that leads to his floor."

The overnight snowfall ended up being about a foot. The 'plex kicked in it's snowplow contract and the large machines are roaming the streets pushing snow to the sides. The little flakes continue to fall though, and visiability is greatly reduced. The average tempature dropped to about 25 degrees F, with a 10mph wind blowing from the east.