12:05 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - East Bay Area, California Free State
The quiet chirping of his pocketsec brings Felix's attention back from his console and the syllabus of the enchanting course he was examining. Eyeing Kliko's name on it's face he picks it up with a quick "How's buisness?"
"Radek's got something for us. Out of the country in two days, meets tonight, I'll send you the details afterwards"
"Amazing how on these last minute jobs he's always got transport and IDs already arranged isn't it... Don't bite the hand that feeds you but duck if it swings." Felix replies. "I'll start getting my kit ready"
With that Felix ends the call and plugs the phone into his datajack as he starts working down his checklists for travel, checking gear and prepping for another of Radek's overseas jobs that could end up anywhere in the world.
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12:05 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - East Bay Area, California Free State
"We got two days prep time in advance... it almost sounds like a blessing after the Denver-gig we did this spring."
17:05 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
Flames licked the Salamander's interior fire place seperating the common dining area from the exclusive backside area. It provided both privacy and at least some measure of security with the grill shielding them from prying eyes.
Radek found Kliko looking over the menu. Dressed pretty much for the occasion. Kliko green-skinned, brushed fangs, broud shouldered wearing fine casual clothing. He wore a baseball cap nowadays to mask his balding hair and kept his securetech longcoat folded up next to him.
Being a J's Alpha-team came with certain privileges 'like regular work and eating real food once every now and then'
"Welcome sir. Care to share a meal, or you wanna get straight to bizz?"
"We got two days prep time in advance... it almost sounds like a blessing after the Denver-gig we did this spring."
17:05 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
Flames licked the Salamander's interior fire place seperating the common dining area from the exclusive backside area. It provided both privacy and at least some measure of security with the grill shielding them from prying eyes.
Radek found Kliko looking over the menu. Dressed pretty much for the occasion. Kliko green-skinned, brushed fangs, broud shouldered wearing fine casual clothing. He wore a baseball cap nowadays to mask his balding hair and kept his securetech longcoat folded up next to him.
Being a J's Alpha-team came with certain privileges 'like regular work and eating real food once every now and then'
"Welcome sir. Care to share a meal, or you wanna get straight to bizz?"
17:15 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
At another establishment the contrast between the two patrons would draw a few looks, but it is business as usual at the Salamander. While Kliko was dressed casually, including a baseball cap, Radek was in an expensive gun metal grey suit with a burnt orange shirt with a silver and orange tie and his hair nicely combed and gelled.
Radek and Kliko catch up on small talk over drinks, while waiting on their food to arrive. Food arrives along with fresh drinks. The waiter, TK, also leaves a large square plastic pager with one large button, and TK gives directions to hit the button it they need anything. This is the normal procedure, and now the party should be free to discuss business.
Radek cuts into his rare steak, looks at Kliko and asks, "How do you feel about a million nuyen run?"
He takes his first bite, waiting for Kliko to answer, his eyes never leaving.
At another establishment the contrast between the two patrons would draw a few looks, but it is business as usual at the Salamander. While Kliko was dressed casually, including a baseball cap, Radek was in an expensive gun metal grey suit with a burnt orange shirt with a silver and orange tie and his hair nicely combed and gelled.
Radek and Kliko catch up on small talk over drinks, while waiting on their food to arrive. Food arrives along with fresh drinks. The waiter, TK, also leaves a large square plastic pager with one large button, and TK gives directions to hit the button it they need anything. This is the normal procedure, and now the party should be free to discuss business.
Radek cuts into his rare steak, looks at Kliko and asks, "How do you feel about a million nuyen run?"
He takes his first bite, waiting for Kliko to answer, his eyes never leaving.
17:15:48 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
Kliko almost choked on his steak when he heard the six digit number. Chewing the red meat he took his time formulating an answer.
'I'M GONNA BE RICH!!!... hold on... wait a minute, what about cost and risk rewards... There's going to be fatalities, international travel arrangements. Are we ready to run the major league?... hmmmpphhh, one more gig and I can afford college education for my eldest!'
"Like you sir, I'm an entrepeneur of sorts. If the associated risks and expenses are in-line with that six-digit number of yours, frag yeah my crew is ready."
Kliko almost choked on his steak when he heard the six digit number. Chewing the red meat he took his time formulating an answer.
'I'M GONNA BE RICH!!!... hold on... wait a minute, what about cost and risk rewards... There's going to be fatalities, international travel arrangements. Are we ready to run the major league?... hmmmpphhh, one more gig and I can afford college education for my eldest!'
"Like you sir, I'm an entrepeneur of sorts. If the associated risks and expenses are in-line with that six-digit number of yours, frag yeah my crew is ready."
17:16:00 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
"Seven," Radek corrects.
"Huh?" Kliko cleverly replies.
"Seven digits... or six zeros."
"Okay..."
Radek takes another bite of rare char-broiled steak.
"1 mil, for your whole team, travel is covered. The actual job will be briefed while in travel, but it is going to be difficult. You may want to bring some additional support on this run."
"Seven," Radek corrects.
"Huh?" Kliko cleverly replies.
"Seven digits... or six zeros."
"Okay..."
Radek takes another bite of rare char-broiled steak.
"1 mil, for your whole team, travel is covered. The actual job will be briefed while in travel, but it is going to be difficult. You may want to bring some additional support on this run."
17:16:06 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
"Six zeros, yeah, frag that was what I meant sir. Now quit dangling the magic number in front of me. I plan to live to spend that nuyen in good time"
Taking a big swig from his synthbeer bottle
"So what team-profile are we looking at?"
"Six zeros, yeah, frag that was what I meant sir. Now quit dangling the magic number in front of me. I plan to live to spend that nuyen in good time"
Taking a big swig from his synthbeer bottle
"So what team-profile are we looking at?"
17:17:13 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
"A valuable artifact is rumored to have been discovered, but the exact location is still being kept secret by all those who know. Mr. Johnson believes he has purchased said information, and is verifying it now.
"Johnson needs a team ready to go as soon as possible. The mission is a snatch and grab: Get in, make the steal, get out. Since the run is still not specified, it is suggested that you have a large versatile team, capable of quick insertion, assault, diplomacy, magic, and most important, flexibility. Speed is a priority. Speed over stealth, as others may have acquired the same, if not better information. If you have to destroy a corporate office to acquire the product, do what you must.
"This is why your team is the top choice for this run. Your team is versatile, flexible and can react to unpredictable situations. We are still not sure if this job is going to require a large amount of force or just a little finesse. What we do know, is that you need to be on standby, ready for orders as it were, for the next two days. You could be leaving as early as Monday night.
"Any job specific gear will be provided. If your team needs anything else, send me a request, and I will see what I can do. If you need any help reloading your team, I can find some good candidates."
"A valuable artifact is rumored to have been discovered, but the exact location is still being kept secret by all those who know. Mr. Johnson believes he has purchased said information, and is verifying it now.
"Johnson needs a team ready to go as soon as possible. The mission is a snatch and grab: Get in, make the steal, get out. Since the run is still not specified, it is suggested that you have a large versatile team, capable of quick insertion, assault, diplomacy, magic, and most important, flexibility. Speed is a priority. Speed over stealth, as others may have acquired the same, if not better information. If you have to destroy a corporate office to acquire the product, do what you must.
"This is why your team is the top choice for this run. Your team is versatile, flexible and can react to unpredictable situations. We are still not sure if this job is going to require a large amount of force or just a little finesse. What we do know, is that you need to be on standby, ready for orders as it were, for the next two days. You could be leaving as early as Monday night.
"Any job specific gear will be provided. If your team needs anything else, send me a request, and I will see what I can do. If you need any help reloading your team, I can find some good candidates."
17:19:47 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
A white noise generator poured random noise into the room at ultra high-frequencies as the animated Salamander crawled its way across the Steakhouse ceiling. Privacy was just one of many benefits of meeting at the Salamander...
'3 x 150,000, + 5 x 80,000 =
850,000, expenses: 150,000 sounds about right'
Going over the numbers in his mind, this would make a profitable run indeed!
"We can do all that. I'll make arrangements for an eight man team ready to depart in 24 hours..."
"But we be needing a Titan transport for rapid deployment sir. I can hook you up with someone with acces to one of those babies, but they don't come cheap sir."
A white noise generator poured random noise into the room at ultra high-frequencies as the animated Salamander crawled its way across the Steakhouse ceiling. Privacy was just one of many benefits of meeting at the Salamander...
'3 x 150,000, + 5 x 80,000 =
850,000, expenses: 150,000 sounds about right'Going over the numbers in his mind, this would make a profitable run indeed!
"We can do all that. I'll make arrangements for an eight man team ready to depart in 24 hours..."
"But we be needing a Titan transport for rapid deployment sir. I can hook you up with someone with acces to one of those babies, but they don't come cheap sir."
17:19:55 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
"All travel arrangements are included in this run due to the sensitive nature of the information related to the location, and plan to acquire this valuable item. If you think it is necessary, then I will pass your concerns onto Mr. Johnson."
"All travel arrangements are included in this run due to the sensitive nature of the information related to the location, and plan to acquire this valuable item. If you think it is necessary, then I will pass your concerns onto Mr. Johnson."
17:20:18 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
"You frag ass know what business we're into Radek." appealing to their mutual business relationship.
"When I think a quick snatch&grab, I think speed over stealth. Wheels provide that flexibility.... that and we can bring along some drones for the firepower.... just in case we do have to make that assault sir"
Stating the obvious. "To haul that kind of load we need a big plane or the J provide local supply technicals, sir.."
"...Either that or we go airborn sir. Even better really, door gunner, fast roping in, hitting hard, fast getting out. Just like them Fast Response Teams in the sprawl. There are just to many variables now. With the big plane we have som prep time in-flight, without compromising mr Johsons OpSec."
"You frag ass know what business we're into Radek." appealing to their mutual business relationship.
"When I think a quick snatch&grab, I think speed over stealth. Wheels provide that flexibility.... that and we can bring along some drones for the firepower.... just in case we do have to make that assault sir"
Stating the obvious. "To haul that kind of load we need a big plane or the J provide local supply technicals, sir.."
"...Either that or we go airborn sir. Even better really, door gunner, fast roping in, hitting hard, fast getting out. Just like them Fast Response Teams in the sprawl. There are just to many variables now. With the big plane we have som prep time in-flight, without compromising mr Johsons OpSec."
17:20:31 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
"Mr. Johnson has not yet given me the location, or mission details. It is my understanding that he is still verifying the information. However, he did say he would provide you with what you needed to complete the run, including travel to and from."
Radek takes a long drink from his high ball glass, then continues.
"If you would like, I can arrange secondary travel arrangements out if things go bad."
"Mr. Johnson has not yet given me the location, or mission details. It is my understanding that he is still verifying the information. However, he did say he would provide you with what you needed to complete the run, including travel to and from."
Radek takes a long drink from his high ball glass, then continues.
"If you would like, I can arrange secondary travel arrangements out if things go bad."
17:20:40 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, California Free State
Sinking his teeth into the Chef's Special Burger Kliko nods. Somehow somewhere he actually learnt some manners. Gesturing he couldn't speak because a mouth full of delicious real rare meat filled his taste receptables with an explosion of mixed flavors.
"See the thing is I don't want us ending up on the dark side of Africe in a VW Beetle." 'That's it, I said it'
"Make sure the J arranges transportation, camouflage and survival equipment appropiate for the region. I can cover for small arms and ammo. If we don't get to bring along some vehicles out of there, some heavy weapons would be nice to cover an assault ... This guy is willing to pay top premium Radek. Some nuyen now makes for easy going later on."
...
"So how much up-front are we looking at?" redirecting the conversation back to the terms of the run. They were nowhere near cutting a deal ... yet.
Sinking his teeth into the Chef's Special Burger Kliko nods. Somehow somewhere he actually learnt some manners. Gesturing he couldn't speak because a mouth full of delicious real rare meat filled his taste receptables with an explosion of mixed flavors.
"See the thing is I don't want us ending up on the dark side of Africe in a VW Beetle." 'That's it, I said it'
"Make sure the J arranges transportation, camouflage and survival equipment appropiate for the region. I can cover for small arms and ammo. If we don't get to bring along some vehicles out of there, some heavy weapons would be nice to cover an assault ... This guy is willing to pay top premium Radek. Some nuyen now makes for easy going later on."
...
"So how much up-front are we looking at?" redirecting the conversation back to the terms of the run. They were nowhere near cutting a deal ... yet.
06:20:40 Monday, 28 Jun 2062 - Big Bubba's Big Donuts, Sycamore Street, Antioch, California
Bubba leaned against his glass counter staring at his beautiful confections that were made with such care and perfection. A big juicy donut with a frosty smiley face stared up at him from within the glass case. He smiled, only to look up as the shop door opened and bells jingled. Bubba was pleasantly suprised as his good friend Tubbs stepped in. Tubbs was a 6'5'' red skinned orc with no hair but a jolly smile. His belly hung out low and shook as he approched Bubba. If there ever was a hairless Santa Clause Tubbs was it.
"Hiyas Tubbs!"
"Howdy Bubbas. How is da donut business going on this side of town?"
"Oh Tubbs, not very wells, you see I gots no customers, and when they comes in they get close to my's counter and thens they turn arounds and walk outs. Looks my donuts are delicious and look good toos. I just dont know whys nobodys wants my donuts."
"Well Bubbas, dats why Im here."
"Yous gonna helps me? I means I was your best costumers!"
"Dat you were Bubbas, so I am gonna helps you. I know why your costumers are running off."
"Ahooo?"
"Look I dont want you to get in one of your anger fits so just sit down and listen to what I have to say."
Bubbas eyes widened and he interlocked his hands placing them in his lap as he looked at Tubbs.
"Now I no this wont be easy for you to take but... truth is..."
Bubba leaned forward with great anticipation.
"... um... no easy way to say this... um... truth is you smell like shit!"
Bubba sat back shocked that was not the answer he was expecting. His fists clenched and his brow began to furl.
"Now Bubba calm down, I tell you dis as a friend. You see outside your donuts smell like little peices of heaven and customers come in but as soon as dey approach the counter dey hits your fog of shit smell. Now I dont want to hurts your feelings or get punched, I want you to be successful at dis. God knows you need some success in your life so I am going to spell it out for you. Get you ass in the shower every day sometimes twice a day and use this.
Tubbs tossed Bubba a large plastic stick the size of a serving pitcher.
Bubba caught the gift and held it in his giant hand.
The label read, Troll Odor Begone, Extra Strength Deoderant for even the Stinkiest Trolls. Under the title there was a picture of a shirtless muscle ripped troll with two lady trolls sniffing the shirtless troll with excitement.
Although Bubba felt jaded from his friend he knew Tubbs to be a good friend and he also knew his donut shop wasnt doing very well. He looked at the troll deoderant again and cracked a small smile as he pictured himself as the shirtless muscle troll in the picture.
"Tubbs, what you said hurts, and I dids put on some colognes dis mornings."
"Bubba dats part of da problem, you smell like shits and then you add some stinky old man cologne and then become a monster pile of smelly shit. Just listen to your friend Tubbs who runs a successful donut shop. Bathe daily, use this deoderant, and when you run out get some more! Now I can tell you want to hit me so come talk to me after your tried this out for a week."
Tubbs turned around and walked out the shop door.
Bubba wasnt used to being talked to like that at least not since he hospitalized those kids in the orphanage. He felt angry, a little hurt, but he knew it was all true. He decided he would give Tubbs challenge a try. He spun the hanging open sign to close and locked up his shop. He hopped on his hog and road home.
From that day forward he would be a less stinky man. It helped that he spent his time online reading about fragrances and deoderants. He would also go to the local mall and spend his time in the fragrance sections. The old ladies working the counters began to expect him daily as they helped him try on the latest and greatest scents. They showed him how much to apply and he became a regular buying costumer that was up on the fragrance trends.
Big Bubba's Big Donuts began to see new customers and actually had costumers staying to eat. Bubba was even able to hire Buddy another large troll to help with the new business. Bubba still had manners issues but at least he no longer reaked of shit.
Bubba leaned against his glass counter staring at his beautiful confections that were made with such care and perfection. A big juicy donut with a frosty smiley face stared up at him from within the glass case. He smiled, only to look up as the shop door opened and bells jingled. Bubba was pleasantly suprised as his good friend Tubbs stepped in. Tubbs was a 6'5'' red skinned orc with no hair but a jolly smile. His belly hung out low and shook as he approched Bubba. If there ever was a hairless Santa Clause Tubbs was it.
"Hiyas Tubbs!"
"Howdy Bubbas. How is da donut business going on this side of town?"
"Oh Tubbs, not very wells, you see I gots no customers, and when they comes in they get close to my's counter and thens they turn arounds and walk outs. Looks my donuts are delicious and look good toos. I just dont know whys nobodys wants my donuts."
"Well Bubbas, dats why Im here."
"Yous gonna helps me? I means I was your best costumers!"
"Dat you were Bubbas, so I am gonna helps you. I know why your costumers are running off."
"Ahooo?"
"Look I dont want you to get in one of your anger fits so just sit down and listen to what I have to say."
Bubbas eyes widened and he interlocked his hands placing them in his lap as he looked at Tubbs.
"Now I no this wont be easy for you to take but... truth is..."
Bubba leaned forward with great anticipation.
"... um... no easy way to say this... um... truth is you smell like shit!"
Bubba sat back shocked that was not the answer he was expecting. His fists clenched and his brow began to furl.
"Now Bubba calm down, I tell you dis as a friend. You see outside your donuts smell like little peices of heaven and customers come in but as soon as dey approach the counter dey hits your fog of shit smell. Now I dont want to hurts your feelings or get punched, I want you to be successful at dis. God knows you need some success in your life so I am going to spell it out for you. Get you ass in the shower every day sometimes twice a day and use this.
Tubbs tossed Bubba a large plastic stick the size of a serving pitcher.
Bubba caught the gift and held it in his giant hand.
The label read, Troll Odor Begone, Extra Strength Deoderant for even the Stinkiest Trolls. Under the title there was a picture of a shirtless muscle ripped troll with two lady trolls sniffing the shirtless troll with excitement.
Although Bubba felt jaded from his friend he knew Tubbs to be a good friend and he also knew his donut shop wasnt doing very well. He looked at the troll deoderant again and cracked a small smile as he pictured himself as the shirtless muscle troll in the picture.
"Tubbs, what you said hurts, and I dids put on some colognes dis mornings."
"Bubba dats part of da problem, you smell like shits and then you add some stinky old man cologne and then become a monster pile of smelly shit. Just listen to your friend Tubbs who runs a successful donut shop. Bathe daily, use this deoderant, and when you run out get some more! Now I can tell you want to hit me so come talk to me after your tried this out for a week."
Tubbs turned around and walked out the shop door.
Bubba wasnt used to being talked to like that at least not since he hospitalized those kids in the orphanage. He felt angry, a little hurt, but he knew it was all true. He decided he would give Tubbs challenge a try. He spun the hanging open sign to close and locked up his shop. He hopped on his hog and road home.
From that day forward he would be a less stinky man. It helped that he spent his time online reading about fragrances and deoderants. He would also go to the local mall and spend his time in the fragrance sections. The old ladies working the counters began to expect him daily as they helped him try on the latest and greatest scents. They showed him how much to apply and he became a regular buying costumer that was up on the fragrance trends.
Big Bubba's Big Donuts began to see new customers and actually had costumers staying to eat. Bubba was even able to hire Buddy another large troll to help with the new business. Bubba still had manners issues but at least he no longer reaked of shit.
17:20:55 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, Downtown Antioch, California Free State
"So how much up-front are we looking at?" Kliko asked, bringing the focus back to monetary negotiations.
"Half up front," Radek says pulling a credstick from his pocket. "Yours to keep. The other half if you successfully complete the run."
13:45:00 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
The War Room is a bar hidden on the second floor of an old aluminum sided warehouse. There are no signs or directions to find it, and it blends in with the other four warehouses that sit in the lot along the Martinez waterfront and old railroad tracks. The only thing that gives its location away is the fact that once you pull in the lot, you can usually find quite a few vehicles parked in various corners, or along the dilapidated brick wall that surrounds the lot.
Entering the south door on the back east warehouse is a pathway roped off with old 3 inch frayed brown rope leading to the stairs. At the top of the steal grated stairs is a newer steel door, painted flat black. Inside this door is what used to be an office, but now with all the windows boarded up, and generally one or two bouncers standing at the next door, it is the entrance to The War Room.
The actual War Room is made from the gutted out remains of the second floor turned into a runners haven. Almost everything in the bar is unpainted steel or black. It is dimly lit with red and purple led lighting, and divided up into separated booths that vary in size. In the middle of the room is a large ring bar with well lit panels where many bars would have mirrors. All the windows on the south side are boarded up, while the north side windows have been replaced with new black tinted windows that overlook the Suisun Bay. At the opposite end from the entrance is black door that has a sign that reads "PRIVATE."
Ludi and Felix sit in a booth in the far south west corner, near the door marked "PRIVATE", waiting to meet their new teammates. All Kliko told them is that the run is going to require a large team, and he would be bringing in some guys he and Bubba ran with before, as well as some new blood.
This time of day, there is not too much business going on. The majority of the sparsely populated bar are recovering or celebrating runners, or burnt out drunks.
After a loud, but short, commotion at the door, Bubba pushes through the small crowd of bouncers and onlookers, carrying a large pink box under each arm. His eyes light up and a toothy grin emerges from his lumpy face when he spots Ludi and Felix.
"Heya Ludis! Hey ... uh... Magic Guy!"
"So how much up-front are we looking at?" Kliko asked, bringing the focus back to monetary negotiations.
"Half up front," Radek says pulling a credstick from his pocket. "Yours to keep. The other half if you successfully complete the run."
13:45:00 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
The War Room is a bar hidden on the second floor of an old aluminum sided warehouse. There are no signs or directions to find it, and it blends in with the other four warehouses that sit in the lot along the Martinez waterfront and old railroad tracks. The only thing that gives its location away is the fact that once you pull in the lot, you can usually find quite a few vehicles parked in various corners, or along the dilapidated brick wall that surrounds the lot.
Entering the south door on the back east warehouse is a pathway roped off with old 3 inch frayed brown rope leading to the stairs. At the top of the steal grated stairs is a newer steel door, painted flat black. Inside this door is what used to be an office, but now with all the windows boarded up, and generally one or two bouncers standing at the next door, it is the entrance to The War Room.
The actual War Room is made from the gutted out remains of the second floor turned into a runners haven. Almost everything in the bar is unpainted steel or black. It is dimly lit with red and purple led lighting, and divided up into separated booths that vary in size. In the middle of the room is a large ring bar with well lit panels where many bars would have mirrors. All the windows on the south side are boarded up, while the north side windows have been replaced with new black tinted windows that overlook the Suisun Bay. At the opposite end from the entrance is black door that has a sign that reads "PRIVATE."
Ludi and Felix sit in a booth in the far south west corner, near the door marked "PRIVATE", waiting to meet their new teammates. All Kliko told them is that the run is going to require a large team, and he would be bringing in some guys he and Bubba ran with before, as well as some new blood.
This time of day, there is not too much business going on. The majority of the sparsely populated bar are recovering or celebrating runners, or burnt out drunks.
After a loud, but short, commotion at the door, Bubba pushes through the small crowd of bouncers and onlookers, carrying a large pink box under each arm. His eyes light up and a toothy grin emerges from his lumpy face when he spots Ludi and Felix.
"Heya Ludis! Hey ... uh... Magic Guy!"
13:45:00 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
"Donut Guy! You brought donuts, what a suprise" echoes Felix with a grin as he slides around making room for Bubba at the booth. "Hasn't been the same without you around" Felix adds, remembering the lingering stench of close quarters with Bubba. "It's good to see you again though, you're fraggin useful on these mystery jobs. What happened to your donut shop though? I thought you were living the good life surrounded by them?"
"Donut Guy! You brought donuts, what a suprise" echoes Felix with a grin as he slides around making room for Bubba at the booth. "Hasn't been the same without you around" Felix adds, remembering the lingering stench of close quarters with Bubba. "It's good to see you again though, you're fraggin useful on these mystery jobs. What happened to your donut shop though? I thought you were living the good life surrounded by them?"
12:05:00 Monday, 9 October 2062 - Hi-Yah, Martinez, California Free State
Jeremy watches as this latest batch of Wren Lee or 'Zang Seagal trip over each other, and hides an inner wince. When did it all go wrong? he thought to himself. Going into a serious melt-down just a year ago, during that 'run', he took a sabbatical from, well, from life...and wound up here. He needed a breather, calm and serenity, and instead, he winds up in rug-rat-fu. "Shia, no! You are not Ryu, this is NOT Street Fighter 18, and if I see you try to do a shoryuken ONE MORE TIME!!!" He continues to watch over his class, but his mind wanders as his hand brushes the paper he has hidden in his gi. A simple note, one page, and yet...
"KD. WR. 0900. All is good, IF you show. K"
Jeremy knew he needed to get back on with his life. Two sabbaticals in two years, even if there was a 'family emergency' (and of course Uncle Shinjiro was able to 'make' a family emergency, full paper trail and all, even a corpse, but the less I know about that, the better...)never looked good on the transcript, and he was done with his undergrad work and ready to transfer over to Berkeley Dai-gaku for his post-grad. And this 'job', while it paid the bills, defined dead-end. He was better than this, he knew he was, and by Budda's Balls, it was time to remind himself (and the rest of his family) that he was.
He dismissed the class promptly at noon, and called his uncle. "Oji-sama. The firm has a new vacancy, and have approached me. I think I will be taking the position. Yes, oji-sama. Whatever the terms, honor demands it. Yes. I think it would be a wonderful opportunity for Yukiko to take over the class while I'm away. Yes, I have completed my application to Berkeley Dai-gaku. Yes, oji-sama. My break is over. Thank you. Oyasumi-nasai."
With that out of the way, there was only one thing to do; grab his gear, dust off the harley, and head over to the War Room...he had to be there by 1400.
Jeremy watches as this latest batch of Wren Lee or 'Zang Seagal trip over each other, and hides an inner wince. When did it all go wrong? he thought to himself. Going into a serious melt-down just a year ago, during that 'run', he took a sabbatical from, well, from life...and wound up here. He needed a breather, calm and serenity, and instead, he winds up in rug-rat-fu. "Shia, no! You are not Ryu, this is NOT Street Fighter 18, and if I see you try to do a shoryuken ONE MORE TIME!!!" He continues to watch over his class, but his mind wanders as his hand brushes the paper he has hidden in his gi. A simple note, one page, and yet...
"KD. WR. 0900. All is good, IF you show. K"
Jeremy knew he needed to get back on with his life. Two sabbaticals in two years, even if there was a 'family emergency' (and of course Uncle Shinjiro was able to 'make' a family emergency, full paper trail and all, even a corpse, but the less I know about that, the better...)never looked good on the transcript, and he was done with his undergrad work and ready to transfer over to Berkeley Dai-gaku for his post-grad. And this 'job', while it paid the bills, defined dead-end. He was better than this, he knew he was, and by Budda's Balls, it was time to remind himself (and the rest of his family) that he was.
He dismissed the class promptly at noon, and called his uncle. "Oji-sama. The firm has a new vacancy, and have approached me. I think I will be taking the position. Yes, oji-sama. Whatever the terms, honor demands it. Yes. I think it would be a wonderful opportunity for Yukiko to take over the class while I'm away. Yes, I have completed my application to Berkeley Dai-gaku. Yes, oji-sama. My break is over. Thank you. Oyasumi-nasai."
With that out of the way, there was only one thing to do; grab his gear, dust off the harley, and head over to the War Room...he had to be there by 1400.
13:45:30 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Bubba smiled at Felix and placed the pink boxes on the table.
"Dah good life for sure! Buts when you needs some nuyen you do whats you dos bests. For mes dats smashing fools. For examples... "
Bubba openend a pink box and pulled out a large cream filled donut with yellow frosting and a perfect smiley face. He placed the donut on the table.
"You see this, I mades this, I know its a delicious works of art, but I gets paid more nuyens to do this."
Bubba raised his fist in the air and in a blink of an eye his fist went through the donut. A loud thud echoed through the war room as the white cream filling exploded in all directions. Cream filling covered the table, Bubba's suit, the empty seating, and had made its way onto Felix and Ludi.
Bubba chuckled at the mess and proceeded to wipe his messy donut pounding hand on his pants.
"Now lets get seriousness... wheres Klikos?"
Bubba smiled at Felix and placed the pink boxes on the table.
"Dah good life for sure! Buts when you needs some nuyen you do whats you dos bests. For mes dats smashing fools. For examples... "
Bubba openend a pink box and pulled out a large cream filled donut with yellow frosting and a perfect smiley face. He placed the donut on the table.
"You see this, I mades this, I know its a delicious works of art, but I gets paid more nuyens to do this."
Bubba raised his fist in the air and in a blink of an eye his fist went through the donut. A loud thud echoed through the war room as the white cream filling exploded in all directions. Cream filling covered the table, Bubba's suit, the empty seating, and had made its way onto Felix and Ludi.
Bubba chuckled at the mess and proceeded to wipe his messy donut pounding hand on his pants.
"Now lets get seriousness... wheres Klikos?"
12:03:48 Monday, 9 October 2062 - 1705 Derby St., Berkeley, California Free State
She was doing one-handed push-ups on her left side when the phone went off.
With a sigh, she pushed herself up to her feet, grabbing a towel and flicking sweat-soaked hair out of her face, and walked across her meager little basement apartment to where the unit was, noting the incoming number: Jaxx, her fixer.
Good. I could use some work.
She accepted the call, somehow managing not to roll her eyes as Jaxx's voice filled her ear. He might be a good fixer, but his voice grated on her nerves. "Hey Starling, ya sweet thing! Whatcha got going on today?"
She sighed softly, shaking her head and speaking in her soft monotone. "I hope this is not a social call, Jaxx."
She could practically hear him smiling at the other end. "That's what I love about you, Starling, you're always such a pleasure to talk to. Got some work for ya, if you're interested. Something a little more on the big-time side of things than you're used to. I got a line on a team that needs a little fresh blood for some biz. Big leaguers, not the usual run-of-the-mill crowd you're used to. You know, professionals, folks that have been doing this for-"
She cut him off, her voice icy cold. "Get to the point, Jaxx."
He coughed in her ear, and she made a face of disgust. "Right. Anyway, these guys need some support for their next 'run, said they need some talent. I'm not sure why I thought of you first." This time she did roll her eyes as he chuckled at his own joke. "Listen, Starling - like I said, these guys are pros, big time. Try not to do your usual routine of 'shoot first, shoot some more, blow something up, break some poor slot's neck and when the smoke is cleared, then ask some questions'. Do your very best to put on your 'good girl' face, if you know what I-"
She cut him off again. "Jaxx."
He sighed, and this time she swore she could hear him rolling his eyes. "Right. The War Room in Martinez, 1400 hours. Ask for a chummer named Kliko. You don't need anything fancy, but try to look at least a little professional." He rattled off an address. "And one more thing - don't to do anything stupid, Starling. This is my rep on the line too, you know." And on that note the call disconnected.
"Jakkasu." She said it to the empty line as she turned away from the phone, snatching up a towel and heading for the shower.
Time to get to work.
13:51:26 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
She pulled into the lot on her Yamaha Rapier a little before meet time, dressed in heeled boots, cheap, black synth-leather pants, a red shirt and a matte-black synth-leather jacket, all over a suit of form-fitting body armor. Parking the bike, she climbed off, pulling off her wraparound shades and looking the place over.
What a dump to be meeting in. I hope Jaxx wasn't exaggerating again.
She reached under her jacket, patting the concealed holster housing her Walther PB-120 and its two spare clips filled with hollow points.
Always best to be prepared. She heard the old dwarf's voice in her head for the millionth time or so. Content with the comforting weight of the pistol under her arm, she headed on into the place and followed the roped-off path to the second floor, pushing through the door and stopping when she saw the bouncers at the inner entrance.
She gave both of them a nod, speaking in an even, soft monotone with a Japanese accent. "I am here to see a gentlemen named Kliko."
She was doing one-handed push-ups on her left side when the phone went off.
With a sigh, she pushed herself up to her feet, grabbing a towel and flicking sweat-soaked hair out of her face, and walked across her meager little basement apartment to where the unit was, noting the incoming number: Jaxx, her fixer.
Good. I could use some work.
She accepted the call, somehow managing not to roll her eyes as Jaxx's voice filled her ear. He might be a good fixer, but his voice grated on her nerves. "Hey Starling, ya sweet thing! Whatcha got going on today?"
She sighed softly, shaking her head and speaking in her soft monotone. "I hope this is not a social call, Jaxx."
She could practically hear him smiling at the other end. "That's what I love about you, Starling, you're always such a pleasure to talk to. Got some work for ya, if you're interested. Something a little more on the big-time side of things than you're used to. I got a line on a team that needs a little fresh blood for some biz. Big leaguers, not the usual run-of-the-mill crowd you're used to. You know, professionals, folks that have been doing this for-"
She cut him off, her voice icy cold. "Get to the point, Jaxx."
He coughed in her ear, and she made a face of disgust. "Right. Anyway, these guys need some support for their next 'run, said they need some talent. I'm not sure why I thought of you first." This time she did roll her eyes as he chuckled at his own joke. "Listen, Starling - like I said, these guys are pros, big time. Try not to do your usual routine of 'shoot first, shoot some more, blow something up, break some poor slot's neck and when the smoke is cleared, then ask some questions'. Do your very best to put on your 'good girl' face, if you know what I-"
She cut him off again. "Jaxx."
He sighed, and this time she swore she could hear him rolling his eyes. "Right. The War Room in Martinez, 1400 hours. Ask for a chummer named Kliko. You don't need anything fancy, but try to look at least a little professional." He rattled off an address. "And one more thing - don't to do anything stupid, Starling. This is my rep on the line too, you know." And on that note the call disconnected.
"Jakkasu." She said it to the empty line as she turned away from the phone, snatching up a towel and heading for the shower.
Time to get to work.
13:51:26 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
She pulled into the lot on her Yamaha Rapier a little before meet time, dressed in heeled boots, cheap, black synth-leather pants, a red shirt and a matte-black synth-leather jacket, all over a suit of form-fitting body armor. Parking the bike, she climbed off, pulling off her wraparound shades and looking the place over.
What a dump to be meeting in. I hope Jaxx wasn't exaggerating again.
She reached under her jacket, patting the concealed holster housing her Walther PB-120 and its two spare clips filled with hollow points.
Always best to be prepared. She heard the old dwarf's voice in her head for the millionth time or so. Content with the comforting weight of the pistol under her arm, she headed on into the place and followed the roped-off path to the second floor, pushing through the door and stopping when she saw the bouncers at the inner entrance.
She gave both of them a nod, speaking in an even, soft monotone with a Japanese accent. "I am here to see a gentlemen named Kliko."
17:21:21 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, Downtown Antioch, California Free State
"Half up front," Radek says pulling a credstick from his pocket. "Yours to keep. The other half if you successfully complete the run."
'Gulp' "You got balls man, walking around with that kind of cred." "All it takes is some punk with a lucky day..." ...
The run had the smell of an exotic items collector all over it, 'What items value in at around two mil?'
"Give me a sec to work over the arrangement."
Jacking in his mPhone Kliko worked over the number, drafting a kit-list for the J to supply.
"I'll set you up with a kitlist for the J to supply, clothing measurements will follow once I got a crew assembeled."
- Set Camo full suits for the area
- Set Fine civilian clothing for the area
- Set Ordinary civilian clothing for the area
- Five basic rating linguasofts for the area
- Transportation appropiate for the area:
- Set of survival kits for the area
'Mental note to self, get two sat-phones'
The mPhone ejected the optical encoder chip a short two seconds later. Handing the chip to Radek
"So...what is our staging area?"
"Half up front," Radek says pulling a credstick from his pocket. "Yours to keep. The other half if you successfully complete the run."
'Gulp' "You got balls man, walking around with that kind of cred." "All it takes is some punk with a lucky day..." ...
The run had the smell of an exotic items collector all over it, 'What items value in at around two mil?'
"Give me a sec to work over the arrangement."
Jacking in his mPhone Kliko worked over the number, drafting a kit-list for the J to supply.
"I'll set you up with a kitlist for the J to supply, clothing measurements will follow once I got a crew assembeled."
- Set Camo full suits for the area
- Set Fine civilian clothing for the area
- Set Ordinary civilian clothing for the area
- Five basic rating linguasofts for the area
- Transportation appropiate for the area:
jungle=2x motorboats- Toolkit to track item
urban or country= 3x four-wheel drive vehicles or rotorcraft
arctic= snowmobiles, 3x four wheel drive or rotorcraft
- Set of survival kits for the area
'Mental note to self, get two sat-phones'
The mPhone ejected the optical encoder chip a short two seconds later. Handing the chip to Radek
"So...what is our staging area?"
17:21:49 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, Downtown Antioch, California Free State
"Who is going to take it from me?" Radek replies with a confident smile.
Radek takes the chip from Kliko and slots it into his own phone.
"Staging area is home - right now. The Johnson said he would call you when everything is arranged."
"Do you want the credstick, or would you rather I hold it in an account til you get back?"
He downloads the information while Kliko answers.
13:51:38 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
She gave both of them a nod, speaking in an even, soft monotone with a Japanese accent. "I am here to see a gentlemen named Kliko."
One of the two bouncers opens the door and relays the name to the host/bouncer inside.
"This way," he guides her to the only section of tables, instead of to one of the few booths that are occupied, or to one of the many empty ones, as she expected.
"Sit anywhere. I will let 'em know you've arrived."
Starling is left with about 15 or 20 high-top round bar tables in front of the bar to choose from. From here she has a good view of the door, and of the occupants at the actual bar. She doesn't spot any wait staff, so if she wants any refreshments, she will have to go up to the bar.
"Who is going to take it from me?" Radek replies with a confident smile.
Radek takes the chip from Kliko and slots it into his own phone.
"Staging area is home - right now. The Johnson said he would call you when everything is arranged."
"Do you want the credstick, or would you rather I hold it in an account til you get back?"
He downloads the information while Kliko answers.
13:51:38 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
She gave both of them a nod, speaking in an even, soft monotone with a Japanese accent. "I am here to see a gentlemen named Kliko."
One of the two bouncers opens the door and relays the name to the host/bouncer inside.
"This way," he guides her to the only section of tables, instead of to one of the few booths that are occupied, or to one of the many empty ones, as she expected.
"Sit anywhere. I will let 'em know you've arrived."
Starling is left with about 15 or 20 high-top round bar tables in front of the bar to choose from. From here she has a good view of the door, and of the occupants at the actual bar. She doesn't spot any wait staff, so if she wants any refreshments, she will have to go up to the bar.
17:21:57 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, Downtown Antioch, California Free State
"Don't tempt me, gimme that" snatching the credstick from the dinner table as the adrenalin rush of a huge amount of nuyen at your immediate disposal kicked in. 'I'm fraggin rich!'
"Make the call" "I'll get you a..." looking over the menu "Dame Blanche special" 'frag that looks mighty tasty'
Sliding out of the booth Kliko made his way to the other side of the Salamander's signature fireplace, providing the fixer with some much needed privacy.
"Don't tempt me, gimme that" snatching the credstick from the dinner table as the adrenalin rush of a huge amount of nuyen at your immediate disposal kicked in. 'I'm fraggin rich!'
"Make the call" "I'll get you a..." looking over the menu "Dame Blanche special" 'frag that looks mighty tasty'
Sliding out of the booth Kliko made his way to the other side of the Salamander's signature fireplace, providing the fixer with some much needed privacy.
13:47:30 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Ludmila had taken a seat in the booth, as far from Felix as it was possible. Now, everyone knew there was no love lost between the two runners, at least, not on Ludi’s side. Felix had done his best to be accommodating, and truth being told, he’d been nothing but professional and courteous to the woman. Ludi on the other hand, wasn’t that magnanimous. She’d gotten in angry all Russian arguments with Kliko during a few runs, after Denver, but in the end, she’d always back down from whatever she had been angry about. She’d even stopped sending suspicious looks towards Felix. In her own strange way, she had made it very clear with was Felix as a person she didn’t “appreciate”, it was the “company” he kept. But every now and then, especially just after a successful job, her hard, cold and distant demeanor dropped for a beat, and she’d apparently forget that Felix was a shaman. She’d smile, give him a pat on the back and congratulate him on something. Then, she would catch herself, light a smoke and take her distances again. It wasn’t the best of relation, but at least, now, they could work together... almost.
Contrary to her usual persona, today, Ludmila looked more like a woman than a woman trying to be one of the guys. She apparently left the cargo pants and the tanktop at home, probably in a lump on the floor of her bedroom. She had on a nice light gray designer suit, with a dark purple shirt that had just enough buttons opened. She’d even let her hair grow out, and long straight black strands were now brushing her elbows. Somehow, Ludmila almost looked like a successful business woman, rather than a cold blooded double tapping gun for hire.
A lit cigarette already stuck between her full lips, she stirred the ice cubes in her tall tumbler for the fiftieth, her eyes scanning the room as she waited for Kliko to show himself up. He hadn’t said much about the job, but he had mentioned the ridiculous paycheck that was attached to it. The entire deal made Ludi extremely nervous. Lots of nuyens usually meant lots of trouble... And lots of trouble, in her line of work, usually translated in a lot of bodies. She clumsily tried her hand at some small talk with Felix, but she’d quickly run out of meaningless things to say.
Her eyes had instantly lit up when Bubba had made his entrance. She hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, and somehow, the sight of the big troll always brought a smile to her lips. She even brought Lana to Bubba’s shop a few times, and every time, the little girl was overjoyed with the experience. When she’d seen her mother get ready to leave “for work”, the little girl had shoved a piece of paper into her hands and made her promise to “give it to uncle B.” When Ludi had gotten into her car, she’d unfolded the sheet to find a somewhat crude drawing of a giant green monster looking thing, standing under big fluffy multicoloured clouds. Donuts, also multicolored, were raining down. Lana had managed to almost write “UNCLE B” in big bold red letters.
She’d been fishing the drawing out of her jacket when the jelly explosion took place. She didn’t see it, but felt it. She smelled it. And she could taste a little bit of it. She knew it was in her hair, and probably in her face to. It was going to be sticky and sweet and a pain in the ass to wash off. Whatever good mood she had been in was now most definitely ruined.
Her eyes became two slits on her face as she reached for a napkin to clean herself. She grunted around her cigarette, and exhaled smoke through her nose like an angry dragon. As she cleaned herself, she pushed the piece of paper across the table towards Bubba.
“That’s for you big guy. Lana wanted me to tell you that if we get a dog, she’s going to name it after you.”
Ludmila had taken a seat in the booth, as far from Felix as it was possible. Now, everyone knew there was no love lost between the two runners, at least, not on Ludi’s side. Felix had done his best to be accommodating, and truth being told, he’d been nothing but professional and courteous to the woman. Ludi on the other hand, wasn’t that magnanimous. She’d gotten in angry all Russian arguments with Kliko during a few runs, after Denver, but in the end, she’d always back down from whatever she had been angry about. She’d even stopped sending suspicious looks towards Felix. In her own strange way, she had made it very clear with was Felix as a person she didn’t “appreciate”, it was the “company” he kept. But every now and then, especially just after a successful job, her hard, cold and distant demeanor dropped for a beat, and she’d apparently forget that Felix was a shaman. She’d smile, give him a pat on the back and congratulate him on something. Then, she would catch herself, light a smoke and take her distances again. It wasn’t the best of relation, but at least, now, they could work together... almost.
Contrary to her usual persona, today, Ludmila looked more like a woman than a woman trying to be one of the guys. She apparently left the cargo pants and the tanktop at home, probably in a lump on the floor of her bedroom. She had on a nice light gray designer suit, with a dark purple shirt that had just enough buttons opened. She’d even let her hair grow out, and long straight black strands were now brushing her elbows. Somehow, Ludmila almost looked like a successful business woman, rather than a cold blooded double tapping gun for hire.
A lit cigarette already stuck between her full lips, she stirred the ice cubes in her tall tumbler for the fiftieth, her eyes scanning the room as she waited for Kliko to show himself up. He hadn’t said much about the job, but he had mentioned the ridiculous paycheck that was attached to it. The entire deal made Ludi extremely nervous. Lots of nuyens usually meant lots of trouble... And lots of trouble, in her line of work, usually translated in a lot of bodies. She clumsily tried her hand at some small talk with Felix, but she’d quickly run out of meaningless things to say.
Her eyes had instantly lit up when Bubba had made his entrance. She hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, and somehow, the sight of the big troll always brought a smile to her lips. She even brought Lana to Bubba’s shop a few times, and every time, the little girl was overjoyed with the experience. When she’d seen her mother get ready to leave “for work”, the little girl had shoved a piece of paper into her hands and made her promise to “give it to uncle B.” When Ludi had gotten into her car, she’d unfolded the sheet to find a somewhat crude drawing of a giant green monster looking thing, standing under big fluffy multicoloured clouds. Donuts, also multicolored, were raining down. Lana had managed to almost write “UNCLE B” in big bold red letters.
She’d been fishing the drawing out of her jacket when the jelly explosion took place. She didn’t see it, but felt it. She smelled it. And she could taste a little bit of it. She knew it was in her hair, and probably in her face to. It was going to be sticky and sweet and a pain in the ass to wash off. Whatever good mood she had been in was now most definitely ruined.
Her eyes became two slits on her face as she reached for a napkin to clean herself. She grunted around her cigarette, and exhaled smoke through her nose like an angry dragon. As she cleaned herself, she pushed the piece of paper across the table towards Bubba.
“That’s for you big guy. Lana wanted me to tell you that if we get a dog, she’s going to name it after you.”
13:56:02 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
She took a look around as she was let inside, eyes tinted pale blue by cosmetic contacts assessing the interior of this War Room with studied neutrality.
She liked it - well, as much as she liked anything. It had an austere quality that still somehow seemed to suggest a violent edge to the clientele who came in here. It sure looked better than the exterior, at any rate.
She took her time walking up to the bar, a slow, purposeful sort of stalk. Rather than taking a seat, she slid a stool to the side with one foot to make room for her to lean against it, waving whoever was behind the counter, speaking in her soft monotone. "Bottled water. Unopened."
She slapped down whatever cred the 'tender asked for when it was brought to her, and turned around to lean with her back against the bar, twisting off the top and tiping the bottle up for a swallow as she took another look around.
No familiar faces. As usual.
It was a good thing. She had yet to meet anyone she would have wanted to work with twice in the last five years.
But, if these people Jaxx had referred her to were as good as he said, she might consider it.
That is, if they could tolerate her.
She took a look around as she was let inside, eyes tinted pale blue by cosmetic contacts assessing the interior of this War Room with studied neutrality.
She liked it - well, as much as she liked anything. It had an austere quality that still somehow seemed to suggest a violent edge to the clientele who came in here. It sure looked better than the exterior, at any rate.
She took her time walking up to the bar, a slow, purposeful sort of stalk. Rather than taking a seat, she slid a stool to the side with one foot to make room for her to lean against it, waving whoever was behind the counter, speaking in her soft monotone. "Bottled water. Unopened."
She slapped down whatever cred the 'tender asked for when it was brought to her, and turned around to lean with her back against the bar, twisting off the top and tiping the bottle up for a swallow as she took another look around.
No familiar faces. As usual.
It was a good thing. She had yet to meet anyone she would have wanted to work with twice in the last five years.
But, if these people Jaxx had referred her to were as good as he said, she might consider it.
That is, if they could tolerate her.
13:49:30 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
“"That's for you big guy. Lana wanted me to tell you that if we get a dog, she's going to name it after you," Ludi said.
Bubba scooped up the paper and held it close to his face. The drawing made him feel warm and fuzzy inside to the point that Bubba had to hold back a tear. The big troll may be big, ugly, and intimidating, but deep down inside he was very sensitive. Part of his groughness was to hide that fact. As he got closer to people his sensitive side would come out more. This was especially true with Ludi and Kliko. They seemed to care and heck they still kept him around. That meant something to Bubba and this little paper gift pulled on his heart strings.
From behind the paper Bubba said softly,
"Its so beautifuls... when we gets done with this runs you bring Lanas over to the shops me gonna makes her something extra specials."
“"That's for you big guy. Lana wanted me to tell you that if we get a dog, she's going to name it after you," Ludi said.
Bubba scooped up the paper and held it close to his face. The drawing made him feel warm and fuzzy inside to the point that Bubba had to hold back a tear. The big troll may be big, ugly, and intimidating, but deep down inside he was very sensitive. Part of his groughness was to hide that fact. As he got closer to people his sensitive side would come out more. This was especially true with Ludi and Kliko. They seemed to care and heck they still kept him around. That meant something to Bubba and this little paper gift pulled on his heart strings.
From behind the paper Bubba said softly,
"Its so beautifuls... when we gets done with this runs you bring Lanas over to the shops me gonna makes her something extra specials."
17:25:07 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - Salamander Grill's & Steak, Downtown Antioch, California Free State
Walking around the Salamander's signature fireplace Kliko adressed the very next waiter for the Dame Blanche's Chef special. Pointing out the dessrts at the menu cart as Radek made the call. 'I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich!' Fact of the matter was Kliko had never walked around with this much cred in his life before. It was about time Kliko made some calls of his own...
Walking around the Salamander's signature fireplace Kliko adressed the very next waiter for the Dame Blanche's Chef special. Pointing out the dessrts at the menu cart as Radek made the call. 'I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich!' Fact of the matter was Kliko had never walked around with this much cred in his life before. It was about time Kliko made some calls of his own...
13:49:30 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
08:45 10/09/62 TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED [KLIKO>>>V] V. WR. 1400. All is good, IF you show. K"
V received the test message and headed to war room, arriving @ 1400 hours.
08:45 10/09/62 TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED [KLIKO>>>V] V. WR. 1400. All is good, IF you show. K"
V received the test message and headed to war room, arriving @ 1400 hours.
13:49:38 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Ludmila slipped a new cigarette between her lips.
“Yea well, don't stuff her with too much of sugar, B. She gets almost as hard to manage as you.” she said as she flicked a flame from her lighter.
She took a deep breath and exhaled over the table.
“So, just where the hell is Kliko?”
Ludmila slipped a new cigarette between her lips.
“Yea well, don't stuff her with too much of sugar, B. She gets almost as hard to manage as you.” she said as she flicked a flame from her lighter.
She took a deep breath and exhaled over the table.
“So, just where the hell is Kliko?”
13:49:46 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
"That does seem to be the question of the moment, doesn't it, Ludmilla? Dobrie Dien, gospozha." Knuckle Duster walks into the room as he says this, and looks around. His polite smile turns to one of true joy as he sees Bubba...he thought he recognized the voice, but let's face it, most trolls registered so deep, you almost felt them speak instead of hearing them. "Before you get all uptight, Ludi, I got a message, from K, telling me if I ever wanted to be square with this group again, I better get my reddish-yellow ass over here...you know, Pronto, Tonto. And considering I would hate to deprive Bubba of his one and only Jedi Knight, I really had no choice, now did I?" He walked over to Bubba for the requisite hug, knowing it was going to be both painful and fragrant, but it was so worth it. It felt like he was finally coming home again, and everything else was gravy.
"That does seem to be the question of the moment, doesn't it, Ludmilla? Dobrie Dien, gospozha." Knuckle Duster walks into the room as he says this, and looks around. His polite smile turns to one of true joy as he sees Bubba...he thought he recognized the voice, but let's face it, most trolls registered so deep, you almost felt them speak instead of hearing them. "Before you get all uptight, Ludi, I got a message, from K, telling me if I ever wanted to be square with this group again, I better get my reddish-yellow ass over here...you know, Pronto, Tonto. And considering I would hate to deprive Bubba of his one and only Jedi Knight, I really had no choice, now did I?" He walked over to Bubba for the requisite hug, knowing it was going to be both painful and fragrant, but it was so worth it. It felt like he was finally coming home again, and everything else was gravy.
13:49:59 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Bubba leaped from his seat!
"FOO FOO BOY!!! Now wheres the hell have you beens?"
Bubba embraced Knuckle Duster with a mighty bear hug Knuckle Duster coughed from the compression. Although Knuckle Duster knew what to expect from Bubba this time something was off. Bubba no longer reaked of shizzle like he had remembered. In fact, Knuckle Duster detected the subtle and pleasant smell of strawberries.
Bubba released Knuckle Duster, and gestured to the empty seat next to Ludi,
"Grab a seats, you members Ludis, and this here is Felixses, he has the mojos like yous, and maybe even betters... well he's nos Jedi though more likes the ums... Emporer, but nice and stuffs and maybe nots shooting electricties, but he makes us invisibles and summons spirits and I thinks he summoneds ones right nows above Ludis heads... and ums..."
Bubba pointed above Ludi and continued to ramble with excitement.
Bubba leaped from his seat!
"FOO FOO BOY!!! Now wheres the hell have you beens?"
Bubba embraced Knuckle Duster with a mighty bear hug Knuckle Duster coughed from the compression. Although Knuckle Duster knew what to expect from Bubba this time something was off. Bubba no longer reaked of shizzle like he had remembered. In fact, Knuckle Duster detected the subtle and pleasant smell of strawberries.
Bubba released Knuckle Duster, and gestured to the empty seat next to Ludi,
"Grab a seats, you members Ludis, and this here is Felixses, he has the mojos like yous, and maybe even betters... well he's nos Jedi though more likes the ums... Emporer, but nice and stuffs and maybe nots shooting electricties, but he makes us invisibles and summons spirits and I thinks he summoneds ones right nows above Ludis heads... and ums..."
Bubba pointed above Ludi and continued to ramble with excitement.
13:49:59 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Something happened to Ludmila’s face as Knuckle Duster walked into the dim lit bar. It was something strange that didn’t happen all that often; she smiled at him. Well, it was something that almost looked like a smile. Something that could almost be a chuckle even escaped her lips.
“Kli-ko already told me you were coming.” she said, still pronouncing the team leader’s name in her peculiar way... yet her voice almost absent of her previous thick Russian accent.
She half got up from her seat in the booth, and leaned across the table, extending a hand towards Knuckle Duster.
“It’s good to you well, Knuckle. I take it civilian life was.... entertaining?”
Either something major had happened to the young Russian woman since Knuckle had last seen her, or she'd been replaced by someone who looked almost exactly like her. She almost seemed... nice.
Something happened to Ludmila’s face as Knuckle Duster walked into the dim lit bar. It was something strange that didn’t happen all that often; she smiled at him. Well, it was something that almost looked like a smile. Something that could almost be a chuckle even escaped her lips.
“Kli-ko already told me you were coming.” she said, still pronouncing the team leader’s name in her peculiar way... yet her voice almost absent of her previous thick Russian accent.
She half got up from her seat in the booth, and leaned across the table, extending a hand towards Knuckle Duster.
“It’s good to you well, Knuckle. I take it civilian life was.... entertaining?”
Either something major had happened to the young Russian woman since Knuckle had last seen her, or she'd been replaced by someone who looked almost exactly like her. She almost seemed... nice.
19:41:07 Sunday, 8 October 2062 - 426 East Home street, Oakley
'Dinner time!' Kliko thought as Jessica put down the casserole containing enough real meet to feed his family for the day.
Not as if they were all present... his eldest would probably be knocking up some poor girl in the schools bi-cycle shed, yet at least he had a chance to go to a decent school. One more night back at home and he would be off for two weeks of waiting, waiting some more and shooting people in the face for money... 'Damn whole lot of money' as he sank his fangs in the delicious juicy bay leaf flavored pork.
Breaking down the credstick into smaller ones had been the biggest challenge in assembling the crew for this job. Recruiting the mojo-slinger and Physical adept he'd worked with before was easy peasy and Jaxx helped him out for the rest. He'd have have one more night with the lady wife before the back breaking work of hauling the load commenced tomorrow morning.
13:59:59 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
The dark green metallic colored land rover rolled into the War Room's parking lot. Gusts of wind filled the parking lot as autumn called. Kliko remained seated in the comfort and safety of his ride as the engine cooled down and he had time to asses the situation. He'd never run into issues here before. But then again, he'd never walked into thisplace carrying the cred he did now.
Sliding out the car he checked his trusted Predator III and the smoke grenades hidden in his secure long coat pockets.
Dressed in a cheap but fine suit under the long coat and baseball cap covering his balding head, the green skinned ork felt himself all up for the challenges ahead. The back of his land rover was packed with crated small arms, explosives and assorted equipment for the days to come. Walking up the War rooms exterior staircase he turned back one last time to overview the parking lots peacefullness at this time of day.
Walking past by the synth leather clad woman at the bar 'Starling I presume.... Darling sounds much better', Kliko dissappeared in the backroom Jaxx supposedly arranged. As the scene of old associated unfolded itself in front of him, he need them to be sharp for Darlings assesment. Tossing credsticks to the assembled crew, Kliko explained the general setup.
"Sharpen up gents and look smart. These are all fat credsticks..." 'amounting some 20k a piece' "...and they're just a starter for the run ahead of us.
Ludmilla, clean yourself up. There's a synth leather clad Darling waiting at the bar, pls be so kind to bring here here."
"You" pointing at Bubba "you're on door duty, whatever the frag happens, make a lot of noise before you frag anybody up."
"Duster, happy to see you here, you're on overwatch in the room here. We've got quite the feisty talent coming down our way. I wanna be one hunderd percent sure she's not walking away with the remainder of the credsticks I'm carrying with your guys name on it."
"Felix, V, just don't rape her mind... yet"
'Dinner time!' Kliko thought as Jessica put down the casserole containing enough real meet to feed his family for the day.
Not as if they were all present... his eldest would probably be knocking up some poor girl in the schools bi-cycle shed, yet at least he had a chance to go to a decent school. One more night back at home and he would be off for two weeks of waiting, waiting some more and shooting people in the face for money... 'Damn whole lot of money' as he sank his fangs in the delicious juicy bay leaf flavored pork.
Breaking down the credstick into smaller ones had been the biggest challenge in assembling the crew for this job. Recruiting the mojo-slinger and Physical adept he'd worked with before was easy peasy and Jaxx helped him out for the rest. He'd have have one more night with the lady wife before the back breaking work of hauling the load commenced tomorrow morning.
13:59:59 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
The dark green metallic colored land rover rolled into the War Room's parking lot. Gusts of wind filled the parking lot as autumn called. Kliko remained seated in the comfort and safety of his ride as the engine cooled down and he had time to asses the situation. He'd never run into issues here before. But then again, he'd never walked into thisplace carrying the cred he did now.
Sliding out the car he checked his trusted Predator III and the smoke grenades hidden in his secure long coat pockets.
Dressed in a cheap but fine suit under the long coat and baseball cap covering his balding head, the green skinned ork felt himself all up for the challenges ahead. The back of his land rover was packed with crated small arms, explosives and assorted equipment for the days to come. Walking up the War rooms exterior staircase he turned back one last time to overview the parking lots peacefullness at this time of day.
Walking past by the synth leather clad woman at the bar 'Starling I presume.... Darling sounds much better', Kliko dissappeared in the backroom Jaxx supposedly arranged. As the scene of old associated unfolded itself in front of him, he need them to be sharp for Darlings assesment. Tossing credsticks to the assembled crew, Kliko explained the general setup.
"Sharpen up gents and look smart. These are all fat credsticks..." 'amounting some 20k
a piece' "...and they're just a starter for the run ahead of us. Ludmilla, clean yourself up. There's a synth leather clad Darling waiting at the bar, pls be so kind to bring here here."
"You" pointing at Bubba "you're on door duty, whatever the frag happens, make a lot of noise before you frag anybody up."
"Duster, happy to see you here, you're on overwatch in the room here. We've got quite the feisty talent coming down our way. I wanna be one hunderd percent sure she's not walking away with the remainder of the credsticks I'm carrying with your guys name on it."
"Felix, V, just don't rape her mind... yet"
14:00:30 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
As Kliko came into the room and began handing out assignments, Ludmila’s face hardened visibly. Just the look in her eyes made it seem as if the temperature in the air had dropped to freezing. She had been, a few minutes ago, obviously in a good mood; something that was rare for people that knew her well. She’d been happy to see Bubba and Knuckle Duster; that much had been obvious. The hint of camaraderie that had hung in the air had been blown away by Kliko’s entrance. But then again, when they weren’t out in the field, she also had the habit of knit picking almost everything Kliko said just to argue.
By the looks of things, he’d decided to hide the credsticks up his ass.
“Well hello to you to.” She said through her teeth as she got up.
Leaving the rest of the crew behind, Ludmila made for the bar. It was still early, and leather clad women weren’t aplenty so spotting their new recruit wasn’t particularly difficult. Keeping her hands well in sight, she approached the bar in a confident stride, and made sure Starling could see her. When they made eye contact, Ludmila smiled ever so slightly.
“Good evening. He’s ready to see you” she stated plainly.
As Kliko came into the room and began handing out assignments, Ludmila’s face hardened visibly. Just the look in her eyes made it seem as if the temperature in the air had dropped to freezing. She had been, a few minutes ago, obviously in a good mood; something that was rare for people that knew her well. She’d been happy to see Bubba and Knuckle Duster; that much had been obvious. The hint of camaraderie that had hung in the air had been blown away by Kliko’s entrance. But then again, when they weren’t out in the field, she also had the habit of knit picking almost everything Kliko said just to argue.
By the looks of things, he’d decided to hide the credsticks up his ass.
“Well hello to you to.” She said through her teeth as she got up.
Leaving the rest of the crew behind, Ludmila made for the bar. It was still early, and leather clad women weren’t aplenty so spotting their new recruit wasn’t particularly difficult. Keeping her hands well in sight, she approached the bar in a confident stride, and made sure Starling could see her. When they made eye contact, Ludmila smiled ever so slightly.
“Good evening. He’s ready to see you” she stated plainly.
14:01:10 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
It wasn't a long wait, fortunately. She had just enough time to finish downing the bottle of water before the woman walked up to her. Again, a face she didn't know. But at least she didn't try to approach from an awkward angle, or unseen. A good sign, that.
"Good evening. He's ready to see you."
No preliminaries, no small talk, just right to business. Excellent.
The smile was not returned - the short and slender Japanese girl's features might have been crafted from porcelain, until she blinked, and then spoke in her soft monotone. "Sou desu ka?* Very well...lead on, then."
She took just enough time to place her empty bottle on the bar, showing the woman the same courtesy she had been given and keeping her hands visible as she fell into step beside - not behind - Ludmila as they headed for the others.
Not a single other word was spoken, not even to ask for a name. She would find out the pertinent details soon enough. For now, it was time to shut up and listen.
* Is that so?
It wasn't a long wait, fortunately. She had just enough time to finish downing the bottle of water before the woman walked up to her. Again, a face she didn't know. But at least she didn't try to approach from an awkward angle, or unseen. A good sign, that.
"Good evening. He's ready to see you."
No preliminaries, no small talk, just right to business. Excellent.
The smile was not returned - the short and slender Japanese girl's features might have been crafted from porcelain, until she blinked, and then spoke in her soft monotone. "Sou desu ka?* Very well...lead on, then."
She took just enough time to place her empty bottle on the bar, showing the woman the same courtesy she had been given and keeping her hands visible as she fell into step beside - not behind - Ludmila as they headed for the others.
Not a single other word was spoken, not even to ask for a name. She would find out the pertinent details soon enough. For now, it was time to shut up and listen.
* Is that so?
14:05:24 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
'Sharpen u chums. There's no such thing as a free lunch.'
Overlooking their nice little party it was time to talk business.
"Welcome Starling, have a seat" ... "or remain standing, whatever you like"
'Come on bitch, show me what you're made of'
"This is a million nuyen, possibly high-profile job. It ain't retirement kind of money and frankly I believe it would be a miracle if we get to split the sum by all people present here." ... "Our mutual friend vouched for your skillset... so you better make sure he gets his cut" ...
"Now... are you ready to take it to the next level or you stick to running the little league?"
'Sharpen u chums. There's no such thing as a free lunch.'
Overlooking their nice little party it was time to talk business.
"Welcome Starling, have a seat" ... "or remain standing, whatever you like"
'Come on bitch, show me what you're made of'
"This is a million nuyen, possibly high-profile job. It ain't retirement kind of money and frankly I believe it would be a miracle if we get to split the sum by all people present here." ... "Our mutual friend vouched for your skillset... so you better make sure he gets his cut" ...
"Now... are you ready to take it to the next level or you stick to running the little league?"
14:05:27 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Ludmila gave Starling a small polite nod and indicated one of the empty chair, before taking a seat on the edge of the booth Kliko occupied. She kept one hand resting on the table, near her drink as the other snatched her cigarette back from the ashtray. Immediately, Kliko launched into his job offer with an aggressiveness he rarely showed. If Starling turned out to be easily offended, things could go sour really fast. Nevertheless, Ludi kept her mouth shut, for the moment. Offering anything but a unified front to an outsider was bad form. She wondered just what was up with the ork. Maybe the big money tag was making him nervous. Or maybe it was the fact that beside “how much”, they had no clue to the what, where, when and how of the job... which was something that irked Ludi as well. For all she knew, they'd all be dead within the next week. But then again, she could also get run over by a bus everyday...
She hated the fact they'd have no time for planning and legwork. Odds were, they'd be out of town, maybe out of the whole damn country, which would leave her with very little resources at her disposal. She had plenty of CFS based assets at her disposal, a few friends in Denver, Sioux territory and the UCAS. Heck, she was still in touch with that fixer in French Guyana who had taken care of Sugar. But if they got shipped over to Europe, or worst, Africa, she was fragged. At least, Bubba and Knuckle Duster were back, which made her feel about a thousand times more at ease. Having Bubba on any job was like having a pack of well trained rhinoceros with opposable thumbs, which always came in handy. And Knuckle was the only person she believed could go toe to toe with her in close quarter. V, on the other hand.... she knew next to nothing about. Kliko had vouched for him, and as far as she was concerned, that was enough... for now. Thinking about her team members made her realized that, somehow, she missed having Jamie around.
Ludi took another drag on her smoke, trying to focus her attention back on Starling.
Ludmila gave Starling a small polite nod and indicated one of the empty chair, before taking a seat on the edge of the booth Kliko occupied. She kept one hand resting on the table, near her drink as the other snatched her cigarette back from the ashtray. Immediately, Kliko launched into his job offer with an aggressiveness he rarely showed. If Starling turned out to be easily offended, things could go sour really fast. Nevertheless, Ludi kept her mouth shut, for the moment. Offering anything but a unified front to an outsider was bad form. She wondered just what was up with the ork. Maybe the big money tag was making him nervous. Or maybe it was the fact that beside “how much”, they had no clue to the what, where, when and how of the job... which was something that irked Ludi as well. For all she knew, they'd all be dead within the next week. But then again, she could also get run over by a bus everyday...
She hated the fact they'd have no time for planning and legwork. Odds were, they'd be out of town, maybe out of the whole damn country, which would leave her with very little resources at her disposal. She had plenty of CFS based assets at her disposal, a few friends in Denver, Sioux territory and the UCAS. Heck, she was still in touch with that fixer in French Guyana who had taken care of Sugar. But if they got shipped over to Europe, or worst, Africa, she was fragged. At least, Bubba and Knuckle Duster were back, which made her feel about a thousand times more at ease. Having Bubba on any job was like having a pack of well trained rhinoceros with opposable thumbs, which always came in handy. And Knuckle was the only person she believed could go toe to toe with her in close quarter. V, on the other hand.... she knew next to nothing about. Kliko had vouched for him, and as far as she was concerned, that was enough... for now. Thinking about her team members made her realized that, somehow, she missed having Jamie around.
Ludi took another drag on her smoke, trying to focus her attention back on Starling.
14:07:41 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Kliko filled the group in on the job details, or at least what he had.
The team's fixer that they have been working for almost exclusively over the past eight months has hired them for a high profile job. Though most of the work they have done for him has been higher profile, this job is going to pay a lot more. The team's rep has spread across the shadow world, and it looks like it is either paying off, or about to come crumbling down upon them.
The team would most likely be trying to acquire or recover a "valuable artifact" though its location at this time is still being tracked down by Mr. Johnson. He required a versatile team, and that is what Kliko promised to deliver.
While there isn't much job details, the proposition included travel, to and from, no restrictions on how the item must be acquired, and that any needed job specific gear would be provided. The negative is that the team would have to be on standby, ready to run as soon as they got the call from Mr. Johnson.
Kliko filled the group in on the job details, or at least what he had.
The team's fixer that they have been working for almost exclusively over the past eight months has hired them for a high profile job. Though most of the work they have done for him has been higher profile, this job is going to pay a lot more. The team's rep has spread across the shadow world, and it looks like it is either paying off, or about to come crumbling down upon them.
The team would most likely be trying to acquire or recover a "valuable artifact" though its location at this time is still being tracked down by Mr. Johnson. He required a versatile team, and that is what Kliko promised to deliver.
While there isn't much job details, the proposition included travel, to and from, no restrictions on how the item must be acquired, and that any needed job specific gear would be provided. The negative is that the team would have to be on standby, ready to run as soon as they got the call from Mr. Johnson.
14:01:10 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
As Ludi headed off to grab this new girl, Knuckle headed off as well, to sit at the corner of the bar, and basically blend in...something he was rather good at. He watched the initial greet, and his ears perked up as the fresh meat spoke in his native tongue...well, one of his native languages, at least. Granted, everybody in CFS spoke a bit of the nihongo, but still, always something to think about. He gives Starling a quick once-over as she walks back to the group, then ignores her. His crew is more than capable enough to handle this woman, and overwatch is overwatch. A group is rarely more easily sideswiped than when nuyen is being discussed. He knows Kliko will fill him in later on all the juicy details, and he will have plenty of time to form an impression of (and on) Starling over the next...well, however long this mystery run turned out to be.
As Ludi headed off to grab this new girl, Knuckle headed off as well, to sit at the corner of the bar, and basically blend in...something he was rather good at. He watched the initial greet, and his ears perked up as the fresh meat spoke in his native tongue...well, one of his native languages, at least. Granted, everybody in CFS spoke a bit of the nihongo, but still, always something to think about. He gives Starling a quick once-over as she walks back to the group, then ignores her. His crew is more than capable enough to handle this woman, and overwatch is overwatch. A group is rarely more easily sideswiped than when nuyen is being discussed. He knows Kliko will fill him in later on all the juicy details, and he will have plenty of time to form an impression of (and on) Starling over the next...well, however long this mystery run turned out to be.
14:05:24 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Jaxx, going and vouching for her skillset. Briefly, she wondered what else he had told this gaijin - who must be Kliko - about her.
She knew this was going to be coming, if things were as big-time as Jaxx had said, and provided he hadn't been exaggerating. At least this guy had the chops to get it over and done with. Open. brutal and honest, poke at the new girl and see if she bites back.
Starling knew enough to know a real team when she saw one - these people were plainly familiar to each other, had worked together before. Most of the gigs Jaxx had put her into were pretty much throw-together affairs, no one familiar with anyone else.
But she couldn't simply fall into a submissive pose, either - fear wasn't something that factored into her outlook anyway.
The others looked to be waiting on her response to this, which she gave with the faintest suggestion of a smile in her low, softly Japanese-accented monotone.
"I am not certain if your intent was to inspire, frighten, or impress. Whatever you had in mind, it does not bode well for your attempt to hit on me that will surely be coming in the future."
She allowed herself the faintest hint of a smirking sneer before she spoke again.
"We are not here to posture...we are here to talk business."
Jaxx, going and vouching for her skillset. Briefly, she wondered what else he had told this gaijin - who must be Kliko - about her.
She knew this was going to be coming, if things were as big-time as Jaxx had said, and provided he hadn't been exaggerating. At least this guy had the chops to get it over and done with. Open. brutal and honest, poke at the new girl and see if she bites back.
Starling knew enough to know a real team when she saw one - these people were plainly familiar to each other, had worked together before. Most of the gigs Jaxx had put her into were pretty much throw-together affairs, no one familiar with anyone else.
But she couldn't simply fall into a submissive pose, either - fear wasn't something that factored into her outlook anyway.
The others looked to be waiting on her response to this, which she gave with the faintest suggestion of a smile in her low, softly Japanese-accented monotone.
"I am not certain if your intent was to inspire, frighten, or impress. Whatever you had in mind, it does not bode well for your attempt to hit on me that will surely be coming in the future."
She allowed herself the faintest hint of a smirking sneer before she spoke again.
"We are not here to posture...we are here to talk business."
14:05:31 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Ludi’s smoke stopped somewhere between her mouth and the ashtray. Her lips remained parted, as if words had gotten stuck between them. Her green eyes, one of them under a raised eyebrow, flashed from Kliko to Starling. Ludmila was a woman who was rarely surprised or taken aback... but right now, she had been briefly stunned. Starling had hit the nail straight on the head in a single blow. Immediately, she took a liking to her.
She finally cracked a real smile, chuckled. The cigarette finally made it to her lips.
“I like her.” she said while looking at the Japanese woman. “She’s got...” she turned her attention to Kliko “what is it you Yankees say? Spunk?”
Ludi’s smoke stopped somewhere between her mouth and the ashtray. Her lips remained parted, as if words had gotten stuck between them. Her green eyes, one of them under a raised eyebrow, flashed from Kliko to Starling. Ludmila was a woman who was rarely surprised or taken aback... but right now, she had been briefly stunned. Starling had hit the nail straight on the head in a single blow. Immediately, she took a liking to her.
She finally cracked a real smile, chuckled. The cigarette finally made it to her lips.
“I like her.” she said while looking at the Japanese woman. “She’s got...” she turned her attention to Kliko “what is it you Yankees say? Spunk?”
14:06:16 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
'Talk to your girlfriends if you have boyfriend issues darling, I wear a fraggin ring of protection!'
"You like her... you think I should hit on her too and risk a little threesome" winking Ludmilla 'if only I'd wear it on my right hand ring finger more often'
"Now I'd rather maintain a professional working relationship with my crew." Kliko being the caretaking leader type. "I'll stick my head out to haul all your asses back with me on the run" pointing out around the table "so whatever you do, don't expect me to play favorites when the time comes to haul ass, shoot some motherfraggers in the face and chew bubblegum."
The slow Russian that followed wasn't for everyone, but then again, he'd soon find out if this darling girl understood her languages...
"Теперь в случае, если вам интересно ... Я положил ставку на вас, если дело дошло до кетфайт Ludmilla, просто чтобы вы знали" Kliko called out to Ludi looking straight into Starlings eyes, his head tilted slightly.
"Now for the job.. it's a snatch & grab contracted by our regular account" referring to Radek in his fixer role "The goal is some high value artifact for which the location is currently verified by our Johnson. J provides transportation and mission critical kit, so I will be needing al you peoples measurements for local dress and camouflage suits." ... "Effectively we'll be on standby for the next week." ...
"Any questions?"
'Talk to your girlfriends if you have boyfriend issues darling, I wear a fraggin ring of protection!'
"You like her... you think I should hit on her too and risk a little threesome" winking Ludmilla 'if only I'd wear it on my right hand ring finger more often'
"Now I'd rather maintain a professional working relationship with my crew." Kliko being the caretaking leader type. "I'll stick my head out to haul all your asses back with me on the run" pointing out around the table "so whatever you do, don't expect me to play favorites when the time comes to haul ass, shoot some motherfraggers in the face and chew bubblegum."
The slow Russian that followed wasn't for everyone, but then again, he'd soon find out if this darling girl understood her languages...
"Теперь в случае, если вам интересно ... Я положил ставку на вас, если дело дошло до кетфайт Ludmilla, просто чтобы вы знали" Kliko called out to Ludi looking straight into Starlings eyes, his head tilted slightly.
"Now for the job.. it's a snatch & grab contracted by our regular account" referring to Radek in his fixer role "The goal is some high value artifact for which the location is currently verified by our Johnson. J provides transportation and mission critical kit, so I will be needing al you peoples measurements for local dress and camouflage suits." ... "Effectively we'll be on standby for the next week." ...
"Any questions?"
14:06:19 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Something that sounded like a mix between a laugh and a scoff escaped from Ludi's mouth.
"Я буду иметь это в виду" she said, crushing her cigarette.
She leaned to the side and jerked her chin toward Starling.
“So, you in or out?” said Ludmila, her now cigaretteless right hand flexing a few time, as if she was working a kink out.
Something that sounded like a mix between a laugh and a scoff escaped from Ludi's mouth.
"Я буду иметь это в виду" she said, crushing her cigarette.
She leaned to the side and jerked her chin toward Starling.
“So, you in or out?” said Ludmila, her now cigaretteless right hand flexing a few time, as if she was working a kink out.
I cannot speak for anyone else. But I'm in. It's either that or hang with the ol' timers. Blarg.
14:10:15 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Introductions now finally over with, Ludmila turned her attention back to Kliko.
“So, we all just go home and wait for your call? And in the meantime, do you have anything I can start digging around with?”
Introductions now finally over with, Ludmila turned her attention back to Kliko.
“So, we all just go home and wait for your call? And in the meantime, do you have anything I can start digging around with?”
14:10:19 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
"Yep, get home, get ready and get me two to three satphones including subscriptions. Frankly I don't even know what continent we'll be heading for, so there's little digging for us we can do right now without compromising OpSec. Mission critical kit as well as local dress should be provided for by the J." ...
"Now nuyen-wise this run is hot. We were paid 50% in advance. You already got some 20k a person on that credstick in your pocket... I want to deposit some 300k with Jaxx. In case someone or all of us don't make it he can ensure it gets distributed amongst your friends and families."
"Yep, get home, get ready and get me two to three satphones including subscriptions. Frankly I don't even know what continent we'll be heading for, so there's little digging for us we can do right now without compromising OpSec. Mission critical kit as well as local dress should be provided for by the J." ...
"Now nuyen-wise this run is hot. We were paid 50% in advance. You already got some 20k a person on that credstick in your pocket... I want to deposit some 300k with Jaxx. In case someone or all of us don't make it he can ensure it gets distributed amongst your friends and families."
14:08:23 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
She listened patiently as Kliko went over the pertinent details, just avoiding rolling her eyes at the exchange between Kliko and Ludmila. She did not understand the language, save that it sounded gutteral to her ears. Judging by the way Kliko looked straight at her rather than the woman he was addressing, it was some other kind of test.
Or a challenge. She would have to look into it.
When Ludmila asked if she was in or not, she smirked, looking between the two. Inwardly, she wondered if this were some private thing between them, or if everyone here knew that tongue.
Instead of bristling, though, she remained calm. She was the newcomer here, she would have to endure a certain amount of needling. She could handle that - it would, at the least, keep her from getting bored, and 'doing something stupid,' as Jaxx would put it.
She put a smile on her lips and spoke in polite, pleasant tones in her native tongue, using a phrase she had often heard her adoptive 'father' employ with erring underlings. "Anata no mawari no kuso shūryō shite imasu ka?"
She gave them both a nod. "Of course, I am in." She didn't like the thought of waiting for a week, but it would give her time to get her things together, organized, and perhaps allow her to go out and play a bit, ask around to see if this Kliko and his team were as good as she had been told.
She listened patiently as Kliko went over the pertinent details, just avoiding rolling her eyes at the exchange between Kliko and Ludmila. She did not understand the language, save that it sounded gutteral to her ears. Judging by the way Kliko looked straight at her rather than the woman he was addressing, it was some other kind of test.
Or a challenge. She would have to look into it.
When Ludmila asked if she was in or not, she smirked, looking between the two. Inwardly, she wondered if this were some private thing between them, or if everyone here knew that tongue.
Instead of bristling, though, she remained calm. She was the newcomer here, she would have to endure a certain amount of needling. She could handle that - it would, at the least, keep her from getting bored, and 'doing something stupid,' as Jaxx would put it.
She put a smile on her lips and spoke in polite, pleasant tones in her native tongue, using a phrase she had often heard her adoptive 'father' employ with erring underlings. "Anata no mawari no kuso shūryō shite imasu ka?"
She gave them both a nod. "Of course, I am in." She didn't like the thought of waiting for a week, but it would give her time to get her things together, organized, and perhaps allow her to go out and play a bit, ask around to see if this Kliko and his team were as good as she had been told.
14:08:29 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
Felix was watching the byplay and smiling while he tasted the aura of the newcomer. She certainly brings a certain ego to the table, just hope she's more than that. Her little outburst made him shake his head and snap back "態度をドロップ" before turning to Kliko and Ludi "Как хорошо, что рекомендация она пришла с?" before turning back to the newcomer. "Now that you have demonstrated your ability to smile as you shove the knife into someone, lets get back on track."
Felix was watching the byplay and smiling while he tasted the aura of the newcomer. She certainly brings a certain ego to the table, just hope she's more than that. Her little outburst made him shake his head and snap back "態度をドロップ" before turning to Kliko and Ludi "Как хорошо, что рекомендация она пришла с?" before turning back to the newcomer. "Now that you have demonstrated your ability to smile as you shove the knife into someone, lets get back on track."
14:16:04 Monday, 9 October 2062 - The War Room, Martinez, California Free State
'Well, we need people who can do that too."
...
"Remember guys we were selected for the job because of our ability to improvise. We have some good tech and people skills, a solid mojo department and tactical routine, but above all that we're fraggin adaptable. If you find yourself pinned with feces flying all about you, hold on tight and we'll work around it and manage somehow."
'Well, we need people who can do that too."
...
"Remember guys we were selected for the job because of our ability to improvise. We have some good tech and people skills, a solid mojo department and tactical routine, but above all that we're fraggin adaptable. If you find yourself pinned with feces flying all about you, hold on tight and we'll work around it and manage somehow."
17:09:04 Monday, 9 October 2062 –Bay area, California Free State
Offering Bubba a ride had been the easy thing to. Kliko being concerned Bubba'd neglected his armory upkeep since he started up his Donut-shop 'frag, for whatever I know he sold of his equipment to start a new life... it’s just not the way it used to be… something has changed. Something I can’t quite put my finger to it.' Truth of the matter was Kliko couldn't afford his designated heavy weapons dude not being tip-top kitted for the next run. There is no such thing as easy money and a lot of applied firepower could make (or break) your day. He couldn’t fix him up with a complete new kit in the short time left before they got to roll.
“Bubba You ever got to shoot your MG using a Gyromount system? If you like we can get one and try popping some rounds down at the ComTract range tonight?” Best make sure I bring a cleaning kit too...
Offering Bubba a ride had been the easy thing to. Kliko being concerned Bubba'd neglected his armory upkeep since he started up his Donut-shop 'frag, for whatever I know he sold of his equipment to start a new life... it’s just not the way it used to be… something has changed. Something I can’t quite put my finger to it.' Truth of the matter was Kliko couldn't afford his designated heavy weapons dude not being tip-top kitted for the next run. There is no such thing as easy money and a lot of applied firepower could make (or break) your day. He couldn’t fix him up with a complete new kit in the short time left before they got to roll.
“Bubba You ever got to shoot your MG using a Gyromount system? If you like we can get one and try popping some rounds down at the ComTract range tonight?” Best make sure I bring a cleaning kit too...
17:10:14 Monday, 9 October 2062 –Bay area, California Free State
"A chance to shoot some guns and blows some stuffss ups, I'll be theres! Oohs a gyro mounts havent thought of thats been busy with da new shops."
Bubba gladly accepted the ride and invitation to the gun range from Kliko. It had been awhile since he had seen the orc. Bubba kind of missed Kliko especially when he would come down and have a donut with him at Frank's. Bubba hadn't seen Kliko since Bubba set-up his own donut shop. He knew Kliko was a business man and that is why he was seeing him now. Something seemed different though, Kliko was all business this time. Just zipped in and zipped out, barked orders and checked a box. Bubba didn't really care. He liked the attention and felt Kliko was a good guy, a good leader, and his experience with Kliko was that he cared about his team. Well except that time Kliko made him ride his Hog through the snow covered Rockies.
Bubba went down to his safe house and packed his whole arsenal then waited anxiously for Kliko to pick him up.
"A chance to shoot some guns and blows some stuffss ups, I'll be theres! Oohs a gyro mounts havent thought of thats been busy with da new shops."
Bubba gladly accepted the ride and invitation to the gun range from Kliko. It had been awhile since he had seen the orc. Bubba kind of missed Kliko especially when he would come down and have a donut with him at Frank's. Bubba hadn't seen Kliko since Bubba set-up his own donut shop. He knew Kliko was a business man and that is why he was seeing him now. Something seemed different though, Kliko was all business this time. Just zipped in and zipped out, barked orders and checked a box. Bubba didn't really care. He liked the attention and felt Kliko was a good guy, a good leader, and his experience with Kliko was that he cared about his team. Well except that time Kliko made him ride his Hog through the snow covered Rockies.
Bubba went down to his safe house and packed his whole arsenal then waited anxiously for Kliko to pick him up.
20:09:14 Monday, 9 October 2062 – Comtract Supply Co., Shooting range, Martinez
Setting up the Stoner-Ares inconspiciously was the easy thing at Comtract Supply. It was essentially an illegal firing range were people could shoot whatever they brought a long without questions being asked. With Sato's crackdown on meta's in the Bay Area the public tended to be somewhat meta heavy, Bubba and Kliko not being the exemption.
What did caught the regulars attention was the sound of the M-107 firing away. Semi-auto at first, but not before long Bubba was going at it full-auto. The barrel mounted recoil compensation and tripod absorbing most of the recoil effortlesly. It seemed as if with the laser sight on it was child's play hitting the targets some 300 mtrs down the track. Satisfied with the kits condition Klikowas intent on getting Bubba the best possible ammo-configuration he could get his hands on somewhere in the next 24 hours. If that meant manually filling ammo-belts with explosive and tracer rounds so be it.
'Frag, it's a fraggin beast, I want some fun time with this baby too!'
It was not before long they'd shot whatever HMG ammo they could get their hands on. It looked like they would indeed be spending the rest of the night on a combination of pizza, donuts and diet coke at Kliko's workshop re-assembling the ammo-belts...
Setting up the Stoner-Ares inconspiciously was the easy thing at Comtract Supply. It was essentially an illegal firing range were people could shoot whatever they brought a long without questions being asked. With Sato's crackdown on meta's in the Bay Area the public tended to be somewhat meta heavy, Bubba and Kliko not being the exemption.
What did caught the regulars attention was the sound of the M-107 firing away. Semi-auto at first, but not before long Bubba was going at it full-auto. The barrel mounted recoil compensation and tripod absorbing most of the recoil effortlesly. It seemed as if with the laser sight on it was child's play hitting the targets some 300 mtrs down the track. Satisfied with the kits condition Klikowas intent on getting Bubba the best possible ammo-configuration he could get his hands on somewhere in the next 24 hours. If that meant manually filling ammo-belts with explosive and tracer rounds so be it.
'Frag, it's a fraggin beast, I want some fun time with this baby too!'
It was not before long they'd shot whatever HMG ammo they could get their hands on. It looked like they would indeed be spending the rest of the night on a combination of pizza, donuts and diet coke at Kliko's workshop re-assembling the ammo-belts...
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