Danny enters the warehouse without fanfare, having instructed his Watchers beforehand to alert him at the first sign of Astral intrusion.

He nods to Warpath standing off to the side, then his face lights up in a smile at Jessie's greeting, and he heads straight towards her, his hand extended.

"It be mighty good seein' y'all here. I've got a strange feelin' 'bout this job, 'n' yer presence is somethin' of a reassurance."

Danny listens as the rest of the group introduces themselves, nodding briefly at each in turn.

"Y'all can jus' call me Danny. Mah speciality's healin', an' Ah'm a follower of Leopard."

Having been forewarned before entering about Ghost Dragon's presence, Danny is not surprised when the mage reveals himself. He gauges the others' reactions to the sudden arrival, silently agreeing with Ohanzee's comment.

After the Johnson arrives, the Shaman remains silent and observes the interchange between the German elf and the runners, his face reflecting his disapproval of the job offer.

Ghost Dragon addresses Ohanzee's comment by saying with a slight smirk, "I do not expect you to trust me. If you live your life in the shadows, you live on paranoia." The interlude is interrupted by the screeching tires.

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Ghost Dragon takes off his sunglasses and begins speaking to the Mr. Johnston before him.

"Greeting, 'Mr. Johnston'." He bows a little before he continues, "I will accept the job. I must know what kind of security surrounds this 'asset' that you are concerned with. What is his location? Who - and what - is his bodyguard? Have you any background information on the bodyguard? What type of security is in place and what is its nature? Have you sent any scouts or spy drones? Can you speculate on what we can expect for security and opposition if you have not scouted to confirm it? Please answer, in no particular order."

Mirage speaks again, without dropping the cold stare, "Is there a time limit on the extraction? If you still want him by this weekend, you're cutting it a little fine, oui?"

To Ghost Dragon's reply he only responds with a slight nod, neither showing aproval nor disaproval but rather a mere confirmation that he heard what the mage said.

As the Johnson accepts his demand, Ohanzee says to him, with unchanged behaviour (while hiding his satisfaction Now that wasn't too hard):
"Good. Now that we have the basics established, let us talk about details. What is the timeframe of the operation? What do you know about our opposition and on-site security and about the bodyguard in general? Are we bound to a special modus operandi?"

[Mirage]

"Are there any rules of engagement? If things get messy, is that still ok with your clients?"

The Johnson looks as if he is getting upset, "time frame? Didn't you hear me the first time I said 'this weekend'? I don't care what you do to get him out, just do it. If you have to burn down half the city I don't really care."

He pulls out a small envelope and drops it on the ground, you get the feeling he would rather not touch anyone to hand it to them.

"This has all the details of the meeting including the drop once you have gotten the target extracted. You have until Monday night to finish the job, I don't hear from you buy midnight and the deals off. Mein gott," he says and turns to leave. You hear his door shut, the engine start and the car pull away. Silence settles over the warehouse, the white envelope lays fluttering in the slight breeze.

The large Troll looks mildly amused, or is it disgusted, by the Johnson's suggestion that the upgrade in security that is coincidental. He seems more than a little skeptical, but doesn't push it.

Its not a run till you've been lied to. I'd like to walk, hate to go up against a corp that likely knows we're comin, but I need the cred to bad.

"I'm in" he says finally after the rest had answered. He stood silently in the back, listening for the moment. He shifted slightly and frowned when the Johnson mentioned burning down half the city.

Does everyone in this crappy biz have no soul?" he asks himself.

Slightly shaking his head Ohanzee takes a few slow steps forward to pick up the envelope, the sound of his boots and the moving leather echoing in the large hall. He kneels down to pick up the evelope and opens it. After opening it he slowly get's up, studying the contents and memorizing all the info contained. He then hands the envelope and its contents to whoever wants to have it.

Warpath gives a nod as well. The job sounded like a milk run, particularly with no noise restrictions. "I'm in."

After the car starts and the Johnson pulls away he thinks aloud, "I wonder what his problem is."

[ Arden ]

As the Johnson leaves, Arden pushes himself off the post he's been leaning against to stand next to Mirage. "Now that is one skag who doesn't get invited to parties..." he says. "*Il est une boue."

"I need gas money anyway..."

Following after Ohanzee, he's the next to get the packet of information, scanning it over and starting to put together possible routes to and from the given locations. As he leafs through the info, he turns to Ohanzee and quietly says "No offense man, but I've been around enough germans to know that he sort of falls at the "**schwach und machtlos" end of things; that's basically 'yer a little slitch' in german by the way. I plan on keeping at least one eye on him when he's around, and I'd suggest you do the same."

* "He's a slime" (lit: It is a mud)
** "Feeble and impotent" (lit: weakly and powerlessly)

Ghost Dragon stands next to Arden and takes the envelope after he is finished. He reads over the details carefully and memorizes all that he can. After he is finished, he speaks.

"It seems strange that he would leave so quickly withouth answering questions. He ignored all of our inquiries. Either he does not know the answers, or he does not care if we fail. We may have to kill him before this is over."

I need the money, but what have I gotten myself into?

"You don't want to do that, trust me. Zoe would have your head. Let me take a look at that real quick so I can make a copy."

Jessie takes the data chip, inserts it into her chipjack, copies it into her head memory, and begins to scan through it (possibly with her knowsoft link if it'll work).

((edit: I thought the info was on paper, but I just saw in OOC that its a chip. Edited my post for that.))

[ Arden ]

Making sort of a double take at Ghost Dragons comment, Arden gives him a look that seems out of character to the laid back manner he has conducted himself in so far.

"You, *petit homme need to grow the frag up! First you waltz in here going 'ooo! look at me! I'm maaaagica!' and then you start gabbing about playing 'Pop the Johnson'! Oh wait, I forgot something... that was after you pulled your best impression of the king of fraggin' China."

"Do you live on another planet or something? I dunno, because on this one, turning your employer into a daisy bed tends to reflect, oh... somewhat badly on you around here. Couple of questions sure, but not 'answer me!'"

"All offense omae, but you're more then a little **complètement de vous-même."


* "little man"
** "Full of yourself"

"Knock it off, both of you. Like it or not, we're in this together. Now, everyone here does their job and we get outta this without any problems, but if you guys wanna keep fighting it out, we're gunna have problems. I don't like problems.

So how about we go over this data and start figuring out what our plan of action is going to be. Alright?"

Taking the datachip when it is offered, Danny slots it into his pocket secretary and copies it's contents, then hands the chip to the next person who wants it.

He nods in agreement to Jessie's suggestion about planning.

"I'm not too thrilled 'bout this here run, but if'n we're gonna go through with it, then I'm thinkin' it might be a good idea t' find some other place to do the plannin'. I'd make some suggestions, but I ain't all that familiar with this here city yet."

"I know a place. Why don't we all meet up there in 30 minutes. Just tell the bartender you are there to meet Jessie."

Jessie gives out the info on where the bar is and makes sure that everyone is clear.

Danny grins a little sheepishly.

"I'm a-goin' t' be needin' a ride."

"Ok, you're with me then. Anyone else need a lift?"

The shaman's smile widens, and he doffs his Stetson to Jessie.

"Much obliged."

[Mirage]

In answer to Arden's comments, Mirage replies, "Ouais, il n'est pas le genre de patron que j'aime travailler pour!"*

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When Arden reacts to Ghost Dragon, Mirage steps between them and speaks to Arden, "Relax my friend."

She turns to Ghost Dragon and says, "Why rush, leave the scrag alive. Who knows, maybe next month Novatech will hire us to waste him, until then he's the boss."

She winks at Arden, "Quoiqu'il soit une boue!"

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Mirage, take the chip from Danny and downloads the data into her pocket secretary. Then she tosses the chip towards Sink and Warpath, as the data appears in her image link window.

"I've also got room for a passenger, if anyone needs a lift."

*Yeah, he is not the kind of boss I like to work for.
** Even through he's a slime.

Warpath watches the altercation between team members stoicly. The frenchie had a point, but if he wasn't able to focus on the mission that made him ad much a liability as the first. "The bar sounds good." He almost offers Danny a ride, but is beaten to the punch. He bites back the half formed words and tilts his head a little in a guesture that is almost a shrug, but only from the neck up.

Warpath reaches out and plucks Mirage's thrown chip from the air and nods. "Got my own ride," he says as he slots the chip and starts his own download. The maps were okay, but he was going to want a three dimensional representation for his orientation system to work from.

Giving a half nod to Jessie, Arden says "Excuses ma dame. I make a point of not making trouble. More of a trouble shooter really. I just tend toward the blunt force trauma end of subtilty in certain interactions."

Turning to Ghost Dragon, he continues with: "Call this one a truce then?"

Ghost Dragon nods at Arden and says, "Very well. My apologies if I offended you, Arden. I am used to a different line of work and am new to shadowrunning. And since you asked, the 'planet' that I come from is Japan. In my country, it is polite to bow to one's superiors before asking questions. I take it that your customs are different here?

Imp.

Turning away from Arden, he says to everyone, "I will meet you all at the bar then. Do any of you have a means of displaying the information that is contained on that chip so that those of us who are not so equipped as to download it into our brains may view it? We will need to plan, and the ability to see the information as a group will help us to share our ideas."

To Ardens advice Ohanzee replies: "He thought himself superior to us. It was all a masquerade. I don't think he has much experience, dealing with the likes of us. He was easy to throw off guard and lost controll quickly. A weak person he is. They say a barking dog doesn't bite and he barked a lot and loudly. He seems to rely on us almost more than we do on him or he wouldn't have accepted my demands. I don't think we have too much to fear off him. However, the final handover of the extraction target will get risky, for we are of no more value to him then. He might try a revenge. We need to be careful then. If he is smart he will not attempt to do this, since he has a reputation to lose and Zoe has great influence in the Shadows. However, if he is indeed working for Saeder Krupp, as is to be suspected, he doesn't have much to lose in Seattle."

At the start of the quarel Ohanzee throws a dark look into the direction of the two, without doing anything to intervene though.

As everybody is getting ready to leave he states:
"I have my own means of transportation. I take it we are not going to get started right away, so I will not take my working-equipment with me, unless the general concensus is different."

After that, he will put on close-fitting sunglasses as a protection against the wind and the rain spraying up from te streats, mount his Suzuki Aurora and head to the bar through the traffic of an the awakening city.

@ Everyone,

The rain outside has dissipated, never truly getting a foothold on the city. The dark clouds over head promise a different kind of Precipitation, snow. Small white flakes drift down from the sky by the time the team arrives at the bar. Slow and steady, it looks like the snow will soon become a full on flurry.

Ingersoll Bar and Grill, Friday, November 11th, 0845

The front street bar located on the south end of the Alaska way viaduct is tucked in quietly between a cold weather sports shop, and a theater. The small two stroy building that houses all three complexes rests over the watter of the Puget Sound. The far end of the bar is one large window, allowing a magnificent view of the sound, and the far away islands. The snow falling outside just adds to the view. Grey clouds completely block out the sun, casting a dark shadow on everything.

Only a few patrons are here as breakfast has just begun. A sign on the wall proclaims "worlds best steak and eggs." The smell from the kitchen tends to back up the argument.

Ghost Dragon travels to the bar directly and parks his motorcycle in front. He walks in calmly and strolls up to the bar. When the bartender comes over to him, he says, "I am here to meet with Jessie. Has she arrived?"

[ Arden ]

Taking a short detour back to the garage, Arden hefts the other one of the twins into the back of the GMC, and the armed roto-drone into the trunk of an Americar, he takes to the road again at the head of a small convoy.

Making sure to keep well inside the safe speed for the cruddy conditions, he makes his way to the bar. Glaring out the window, Arden remembers the last time he got stuck out in this kind of crap. Hurtling across the back end of nowhere, the squadies in the back kept looking forward to the armored cockpit whenever they heard the rap of branches against the bottom of the fast moving chopper. Safely ensconed behind crash webbing and a SOTA rocker mount, Arden had more important things on his mind; mainly staying within 10 meters of the ground while keeping from slamming into any of the rocks jutting out of the anemic looking forest.

"Frag I miss the old days sometimes..." he mutters aloud to nobody in particular as he pulls into the parking lot of the bar. Spreading the three vehicles into open spots in the lot, he makes sure all the sensors and recorders are up and running before heading inside. Looking around to find himself the last in, he walks up to the bartender.

"Hi, I'm looking for Jessie... and a big cup of coffee if there's one handy?"

Already not driving too fast Ohanzee lowers his speed a bit more as the snow sets in.
Finally arriving at the bar he parks his bike in the driest free position available (close to the house?) and walks in. Judging from the cars on th eparking place he concludes that Arden has already arrived.
Inside he patts the snow of his coat and walks over to the bar in measured steps. When the barman gives him a questioning look he says:
"I'm here to see Jessie. And if you could be so kind to make me a cup of tea... Darjeeling if you have, Earl Grey if not. Without sugar or milk, please."
When he gets the tea he thanks and walks to the room designated by the barkeeper, taking a seat next to Arden.

Mostly ready for work, Warpath cruises the area for a while before parking in the parking lot of a close business with a couple of other empty cars present. He rumages through his kit, determining if everything is there, but comes up short a few items. Deciding to risk it, he swings by the flat in Tacoma and parks in the underground garage.

Arming the security system, he makes his way as stealthily as possible up the stairs to his apartment and checks the door for tampering before opening it. Inside, there isn't much of use, but he does gather up a small pile of grenades and the assault rifle he had left behind in his haste to vacate. Placing it all amid the rest of the clothing from his closet in two large bags he lugs the lot down to the Brumby and piles it inside.

That done, he pulls out of the lot, fully intending not to come back here again, ever.

He wastes some time in another parking lot and finally pulls into the parking lot of Ingersoll Bar and Grill and makes his way inside. He notes the sign and the barman. "I'm here to see Jessie... and I want an order of steak and eggs," he adds as his stomach rumbles. "An' an Old Dunkie to go with it. Lite if you've got it."

Mirage walks out of the warehouse and back to her parked Westwind. As she settles into the drivers seat and plugs the fibre-optic back into her second datajack, the cars virtual dashboard once again fills her vision.

Mirage's attention is drawn to the local weather forcast occupying a window in the corner of the display, 95% probability of snowfall, *fichu temps de Seattle*, I hate driving slowly!

The powerful engine roars into life and the Westwind exits the car park.

When she arrives at the bar Mirage parks her car and heads inside, she glances at the other patrons and then walks to the bar, "Coffee please, black, no sugar, and I'd like to see your menu. I am looking for Jessie, is she here yet?"

*damn Seattle weather.

If anybody does need a lift from Mirage I'll edit this post.

Jessie gives Danny a smile, “Lets get movin’ then.”

She drives directly to the bar, taking all the shortcuts that she knows to make sure she’s the first on to get there. Conversation with Danny is light and friendly and to the shaman it feels like they are old friends, even those they met just a short time ago. When she pulls up to the bar and sees the snow start to fall, she lets out a curse, “From one storm and into another. Ugh!”

Stepping into the bar, she gives the bartender a wink, “Hoi Joey, how’s biz been treatin’ ya? You mind letting me use the room for a bit? And how ‘bout some breakfast for my friend and I, make it the usual.”

She leaves a hundred nuyen bill on the bar for Joey and leads Danny to the back room. The room is simple and plain, there is a large dining room table in its center, which is surrounded by chairs that look fairly comfortable. Jessie tosses her pack down at the head of the table, opens it up and digs out a few devices. She gives the room a sweep with the bug scanner and then places a white noise generator in the center of the table, “Can’t ever be too sure.”

There is a knock at the door and Jessie goes over to open it up. A waitress brings in a tray with two plates of steak and eggs, along with two large cups of coffee. “Thanks hun, I’ll take it from here. We’re gunna be expecting some guests, so go ahead and send them in as they arrive.”

Jessie sets the tray down on the table, placing one of the plates at her seat, and the other next to her. Looking up to Danny, she says, “This place is one of the best joints around. They actually get real food. You have to pay for it, but its worth it. Enjoy!”

She then takes a seat herself and digs in, waiting for the others to arrive.

((ooc: As people come in, just assume that the bartender nods you over to a door on the back wall. The door is locked, so you’ll have to knock, but assume that Jessie lets you in.))

Ghost Dragon follows the bartender's nod and walks over to the door. He knocks three times and waits only a moment before the door is opened. On being let in, he walks over to the table and takes a seat, waiting for the others to arrive.

Sink walks out to his car, seemingly lost in thought. He pulls a knit cap from his coat pocket and puts it on, gets into his car and drives over to the bar and parks his car in a spot sheltered from the street.

I hate this weather. Last time I parked on the street in a snow storm, some inbred side-swiped my car.

He walks into the bar, brushing g the snow off of his coat. His eyes light up as he sees the sign and he walks over to the bartender and says "Hoi, I'll have da Special, Medium- Rare, Eggs Scrambled, Biscuits and Coffee. He glances around the room and then looks back at the bartender, saying "I'm here ta see Jessie, Could ya point me to her?"

He walks to the door the bartender points out, knocks and walks in. "Nice place ya picked Jessie. Da food looks good." He looks at the chairs, choosing one that looks sturdy and sits down a bit gingerly. The chair growns but doesn't collapse. Once he's sure the chair will support him he leans back, sipping his coffee while he waits for his food to arrive.

"Dat weather looks like it could get nasty out der. Dis town don't handle snow too well, could make traffic a mess"

"That it could, but with all bad there is good. The storm could serve to offer us some cover durring the mission. We'll see.

For now, just enjoy the food, we'll get started once everyone arrives."

The drive to the bar, and the relaxed conversation goes a long way towards making Danny feel at ease, despite the worsening weather. He tags along as Jessie goes about organizing the meet, taking in her careful preperations and precautions.

Digging in as soon as the food arrives, he nods in appreciation of the fine fare, resolving to remember this place in the future. Finishing the meal in no time, Danny pushes his plate away, then lights a cigarette and relaxes, relishing the mug of real coffee while the others slowly gather.

Jessie takes out a cigarette of her own and lights it up. She leans back in her chair with a look on her face as if shes either deep in thought or having a conversation with someone via headware.

Poking his head out the door, Danny orders a couple of pots of coffee. Waiting until they are brought, he takes them from the waitress and brings them into the room himself. He refills his mug, then takes out his pocket secretary and runs a cord between it and the datajack in his temple, intending to go over the data they had received on the chip. Just before slotting the cord, his eyes drift to Jessie.

"This here place is pretty good. Next time though, it's gotta be mah treat."

Jessie takes a deep drag off her cigarette, exhales slowly and gives Danny a smirk, "Its a date."

@ Arden, Ohanzee, Mirage, Sink, Warpath, Ghost Dragon,

As each of you arrive the bartender nods and points to the back room. You find Danny and Jessie already there. The room itself is 'cozy', and stinks of coffee and cigarettes. largley in part to the cloud of foul smelling smoke that hangs over the two occupants. The far wall is a window that let's in a dim grey light and offers a view of the bay. A large table fills most of the room, sitting on it is an ancient looking 2d projector with a cable running to Jessie's PDA.

Shortly after you all are seated the waitress comes in, she's an old hag who looks like she has been waiting tables her whole life. She sits all the food and drinks on the table and lets her self out.

@ Ohanzee,

Shortly after you arrive at the meeting your head phone interrupts you. An electronic voice enters your mind, you start to reply and realize it is just a recording.

"Hey Omae," says the familiar voice of Lightning, good news. I was doing some research on your problem and I think I may have the answer. There is a clinic in CalFree that is doing research on people who are quadriplegic, and don't fit under the category 2 restrictions most do, I think Molly might get in. It's 100k fee to enter, but after that is is just letting them do their thing. I sent a message of enquiry to them, wee should hear back on Monday. The clinics name is LifeOne. Well I hope the news finds you well, take care John."

The end of the recording sounded a little sad, nut it could just be the electronic filters.

Ohanzee nods a universal nod of greet into the round as he is one of the last to arrive, which is not a surprising fact considering that he didn't rush through the nasty weather.
He tries his best to hide his disgust for the cigarete smoke but can't help it to let slide a little frown, which, however, can only be noticed by people observing him closely.
As he sits down with his tea he tries to position himself in such a way that the scent of the herbs is canceling out some of the stench.
audiofilters are fine and dandy btu I really should have gotten a olfactory filter, back in the days

Those who closely observe Ohanzee can see his eyes sliding out of focus as the call comes in. All of a sudden he is deeply in thought, a blank expression on his face. If anybody is speaking to him while the call comes in and about half a minute after that he will not hear it and react only to physical contact or if somebody adresses him repeatedly and loudly.
Even after that he will be slightly distracted and zone out of the conversation every now and then.

In his mind he is going through some calculations, aided by his math SPU:
100k to enter. This job is getting me netting me 7500. I have about twice that amount on my account... How in the name of the spirits am I going to get so much money? I could sell the bike... but that'll give me only 10k if I get a good price. Maybe Frank or Jack could give me a loan... I need to talk to Lightning about when the money's due and what can be done... I just have to hope that I will get a few well paying assignments in the next weeks.
I have been trying to save money ever since that accident to pay for this operation and still I'm not even close to paying that.

Ghost Dragon sits back and rests, waiting for everyone to arrive and for the planning meeting to begin. He doesn't like the smell of the smoke, but he just deals with it. After a few minutes, the smell of coffee and smoke is so heavy that he doesn't notice them any more. Anyone looking closely can see through his sunglasses that his eyes are closed, though he is not asleep.

As Mirage enters the room, the thick smoke initially threatens to overwelm her olfactory boosters, but the integrated dampener quickly adjusts the levels to compensate.

Mirage nods in greating to the waiting runners, then sits down and sips from her cup while she waits for the rest of the team to arrive.

While she is waiting she speaks to Ghost and Danny, "I'm concerned about the change in weather, if there is heavy snowfall during our run then great, that will help to mask us from sight, but if the snowfall ends before the run we'll leave tracks, making the oppositions job easier."

"Do either of you have access to magic or spirits that could either extend the duration of the snow storm, or conceal any tracks that we make?"

At the question, Danny glances briefly at Ghost Dragon before turning his attention to Mirage, his eyes slowly coming back into focus as he unplugs the pocket secretary's cord from his datajack.

"Ah may be able t' do a thing or two 'bout that. Ah expect that Spirits could be of some help as well. Might not be necessary though, bein' as this is s'posed t' be a residential type place 'n' all. Prob'ly have the pathways 'n' such all clear e'en 'fore the snow stops."

Ingersoll Bar and Grill, Friday, November 11th, 1015

The morning rolls on, the sun get's dimmer and the snow starts to fall heavily outside the window. From the room you can see it piling up on the docks and boats that are visible, it looks to be a good 2 inches so far. The waitress re-appears every 20 minutes or so with refills and a bored look. Any food that is ordered arrives quickly.

Ghost Dragon says, "Waitress, I would like to have a grilled steak sandwich and some orange juice, please."

He waits for her to leave before speaking again, saying, "Who says we have to use the paths, or that we would want to, given that they will probably have guards on them. We may be able to find an unguarded side from which to observe, if not enter, from, and thus, make it easier to reach our target.

"I have the ability to summon spirits, even though my true talent is sorcery. I only have enough materials at home to summon a level 3 spirit, though that could easily be remedied by a stop at the local magic shop on my way home. I prefer to use my own circle. It is familiar to me, and it is large enough to summon any spirit we would ever need, even up to a level 10, although that would be beyond my skills. An air elemental could be in this type of weather for concealing our tracks in the snow, should we leave any, by causing the snow to blow over our tracks. A nature spirit might do a better job.

"Perhaps, if we were able to see a representation of the housing area, we could better plan how we will accomplish this task." Ghost Dragon nods at Jessie.

Once everyone is in the room and seated, Jessie turns on the projector and points it at the far wall. She opens up the data file for everyone to see.

“Alright people, here you have it. Now, the map isn’t a very good one, so I took the liberty of getting these…”

Jessie presses a button on her pocket secretary and three more windows open up. The first is a map of the surrounding 10 miles around the target area. The second is a map of the target area and the surrounding mile, giving a lot more detail. The third window is a copy of the blueprints of the building, and the fourth are details of the surrounding area’s sewer system.

Jessie smiles as says, “I hope you like these, because they are going to cost you all 65 nuyen each. These things don’t come for free. Sorry for not checking with you all ahead of time about getting the maps, I just thought it best to get on top of things as soon as possible, due to our time constraint. However, I think we’re gunna need more information that just this. With your permission, I’d like to get in touch with a few people and have them look into things for me. I need some questions answered. I’m gunna dig for the following questions:

Who is Kyle Morgan?
What is his background?
What are his connections to Novatech, and what would S-K want with him?
Who is his bodyguard?
What connections does he have to Novatech and S-K?
Who is our Johnson?
What are his connections to Novatech and S-K?
What kind of connections does he have?
What has he been up to lately?

What room is Kyle staying in target location?
What is security like in his building?
When do shift changes happen?
Is security in-house or third party?
If its third party, what company do they use?
What kind of Magical protection do they have?
What about cleaning crew?
Is it in-house, or third party?
If its third party, who do they use?

If any of you can think of some more to ask, let me know.

Also, do you guys think it would be a good idea for us to hire a Decker to be on-call for us? Maybe even bring him into the team for an equal cut?

What do you guys think?”

With that, Jessie leans back in her chair and takes a long drag off her cigarette and exhales slowly. Her gaze glances around the room, waiting for someone to speak up.

Waking from the haze surrounding his thoughts for a short while Ohanzee slowly enters the discussion:
"I know a very decent decker, however, I have to check whether she is available for things like overwatch. However, she will most likely be able to do some research for us. As for some of yor questions: the Johnson's data package was a little slim but it did state that the compound contracts for all its services. So security and cleaning will be third-party as well as maintenance, most likely. We just have to find out which companies the haave contracted."

[ Arden ]

"Maybe I'm being my usual self or something, but aren't those first couple of questions sort of extraneous? I mean..." at this he holds up his fingers and begins ticking points off. "One: do we really care? Two: he seems to be working on lasers, and wants out. And three: he works for Novatech, and wants to work for someone else."

"Looking into the bodyguard is a pro idea, seeing as he's probably gonna be like glue on our boy. The sec questions are fair... but I think at least a couple of them on on that screen now."

"I'm just sorta worried about guard Jimmy's best friends-second cousins-third uncle telling him 'Somebody is gonna hit the place.'"


Having said his piece, Arden will walk over to the projection and get a better look of the area surrounding the target building.

Sink nods his agreement to the question and adds "I'd like ta find out what caused NT to suddenly raise security round dis guy. I don't buy da Johnson's story dat its a coincidence caused by the project nearing completion." He paused to take a sip of coffee and continued. " I'd also like ta know what off site backup da securiy forces can call on in a pinch and their response time. It would also be nice ta know who lives in the aprtments nearby. Mebbe we could get in via one of the other slags that live there." He grins and adds " Plus it'd be a shame to find out the hard way that the building is home to a bunch of off duty secruity personnel..."