Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:21pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"ooookay.. what ever" Rick clears the collision warning and orders the pilot to get back on the road, returning it to normal driving mode.
<<[Lyle] That was weird. Cruiser, you stay a bit ahead of us in case those whackjobs turns back around.>>
Full Version: IC: Denver Missions Team 1
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:21pm | Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Well, they didn't actually attack us... so maybe those 'warning shots' aimed at them were enough to scare them away? >>
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Well, they didn't actually attack us... so maybe those 'warning shots' aimed at them were enough to scare them away? >>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:21pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden shrugs. "Huh. Let's just go."
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden shrugs. "Huh. Let's just go."
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:21pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
"Let's get going. We have less than 40 minutes to deliver the package." With that he holsters his SMG and guns his Thundercould into high gear. He scouts ahead of the Jackrabbit and checks his GPS for traffic and other potential delays along the route.
He also starts scanning the police radio frequencies for any alerts put out looking for the team vehicles, etc. He does not want to get surprised by the local Knight Errant pigs...
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
"Let's get going. We have less than 40 minutes to deliver the package." With that he holsters his SMG and guns his Thundercould into high gear. He scouts ahead of the Jackrabbit and checks his GPS for traffic and other potential delays along the route.
He also starts scanning the police radio frequencies for any alerts put out looking for the team vehicles, etc. He does not want to get surprised by the local Knight Errant pigs...
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:21pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
You roll out, with Cruiser out front scouting. The roads look clear, and you're past the traditional rush hours. Quickly enough, you find Peoria and head south, and then turn into the side streets that lead to the mansion - and mansion it is - where you are to drop off the package.
A brick and cement wall surrounds the grounds, with a single black wrought iron gate blocking the driveway. As both vehicles arrive, you see that there is a button - something like a doorbell - affixed to one of the two pillars holding up the gate.
You roll out, with Cruiser out front scouting. The roads look clear, and you're past the traditional rush hours. Quickly enough, you find Peoria and head south, and then turn into the side streets that lead to the mansion - and mansion it is - where you are to drop off the package.
A brick and cement wall surrounds the grounds, with a single black wrought iron gate blocking the driveway. As both vehicles arrive, you see that there is a button - something like a doorbell - affixed to one of the two pillars holding up the gate.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:21pm | Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN=Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<[Lyle] Cruiser, fall in behind the car? I'll ring the buzzer.. >>
Rick pulls the jackrabbit up, getting out of the car, he walks up to the buzzer and presses it.
<<[Lyle] Well, here goes nothing. >>
PAN=Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<[Lyle] Cruiser, fall in behind the car? I'll ring the buzzer.. >>
Rick pulls the jackrabbit up, getting out of the car, he walks up to the buzzer and presses it.
<<[Lyle] Well, here goes nothing. >>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | the dropoff point, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Elayne visibly relaxes, as they find their destination address and get to a halt in front of the gate.
<< [Ghost] They will be waiting for us, probably being anxious enough. I doubt it will take long for them to respond. >>
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Elayne visibly relaxes, as they find their destination address and get to a halt in front of the gate.
<< [Ghost] They will be waiting for us, probably being anxious enough. I doubt it will take long for them to respond. >>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden sticks in the car while Rick walks up to the buzzer. He starts to breakdown his gun and straps on his baton. << [Warden] I bet. The better be happy to get this thing.>>
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden sticks in the car while Rick walks up to the buzzer. He starts to breakdown his gun and straps on his baton. << [Warden] I bet. The better be happy to get this thing.>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | The dropoff point]
Lyle punches the button, and momentarily an AR video feed opens up on his comm. A hispanic man in a cheap suit addresses him. "Yeah?"
Lyle punches the button, and momentarily an AR video feed opens up on his comm. A hispanic man in a cheap suit addresses him. "Yeah?"
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | The dropoff point]
PAN=Passive | Fake SiN=Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick smooths his jacket, "Yes, we have a delivery. I believe you are expecting us."
PAN=Passive | Fake SiN=Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
[ Spoiler ]
Rick smooths his jacket, "Yes, we have a delivery. I believe you are expecting us."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | The dropoff point]
The wrought iron gates begin to open, and the man says "Ah, yes, the package. Please come up to the front doors. I will meet you there."
You drive up the winding driveway, through a small forest of old growth trees. Cameras are mounted in many of them, covering the blind spots in amongst the trees as well as watching the entirety of your drive up to the house.
The house - mansion really - is at least two floors, and enormous. As you pull up to the main entrance, you see four men, all in ill fitting off-the-rack suits. One of them is the fellow from the AR broadcast.
He approaches your vehicle and introduces himself. "Welcome. I'm Michael. The sottocapo is in the middle of a business meeting, downstairs in the shooting range. He would like for you to join him there." He steps back and waits while you get yourselves together for the trip inside.
The wrought iron gates begin to open, and the man says "Ah, yes, the package. Please come up to the front doors. I will meet you there."
You drive up the winding driveway, through a small forest of old growth trees. Cameras are mounted in many of them, covering the blind spots in amongst the trees as well as watching the entirety of your drive up to the house.
The house - mansion really - is at least two floors, and enormous. As you pull up to the main entrance, you see four men, all in ill fitting off-the-rack suits. One of them is the fellow from the AR broadcast.
He approaches your vehicle and introduces himself. "Welcome. I'm Michael. The sottocapo is in the middle of a business meeting, downstairs in the shooting range. He would like for you to join him there." He steps back and waits while you get yourselves together for the trip inside.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser will pull back behind the Jackrabbit and keeps a low profile while on the mansion premises. He will let Lyle do the talking, but will keep an eye out.
As they drive up to the mansion, Cruiser will park the Thundercloud besides the Jackrabbit, and will take off his chrome bike helmet as he gets off. He will keep the helmet in his hands and will start fidgeting with it in the background.
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser will pull back behind the Jackrabbit and keeps a low profile while on the mansion premises. He will let Lyle do the talking, but will keep an eye out.
As they drive up to the mansion, Cruiser will park the Thundercloud besides the Jackrabbit, and will take off his chrome bike helmet as he gets off. He will keep the helmet in his hands and will start fidgeting with it in the background.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | The dropoff point]
PAN=Passive | Fake SiN=Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick steps out of the vehicle, having the pilot open the door for Ghost. He's tucked all his guns back inside their holsters. He smooths out his jacket.
"The pistol range?" He gives Michael a nod. "Should we wait till his meeting is over?"
Rick is of course still taking recordings, and storing names and faces with as many notes as he can.
He waits for everyone to gather together and he'll take the lead downstairs to the shooting range.
<<[Lyle] Ghost, don't take out the package until we're right there. A business meeting in a shooting range makes me nervous.>>
PAN=Passive | Fake SiN=Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick steps out of the vehicle, having the pilot open the door for Ghost. He's tucked all his guns back inside their holsters. He smooths out his jacket.
"The pistol range?" He gives Michael a nod. "Should we wait till his meeting is over?"
Rick is of course still taking recordings, and storing names and faces with as many notes as he can.
He waits for everyone to gather together and he'll take the lead downstairs to the shooting range.
<<[Lyle] Ghost, don't take out the package until we're right there. A business meeting in a shooting range makes me nervous.>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | the dropoff point, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Maybe that's the point? Just stay calm. >>
Ghost gets out of the car, still wearing her redhead disguise from earlier.
She puts up a smile, while waiting for Michael's response.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Maybe that's the point? Just stay calm. >>
Ghost gets out of the car, still wearing her redhead disguise from earlier.
She puts up a smile, while waiting for Michael's response.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden steps out and falls in behind Lyle. Like Cruiser, he's comfortable letting someone else do the talking and focus on being quiet, but alert.
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden steps out and falls in behind Lyle. Like Cruiser, he's comfortable letting someone else do the talking and focus on being quiet, but alert.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | The dropoff point]
"No, no," Michael says as he gestures towards the front door. "He has been waiting for this delivery, and will want to see you immediately."
One of the other men opens the front door of the mansion and you walk in together. The place is lavishly appointed. For Rick, it feels like nothing so much as when he was in the home of one of the C-level executives from his old corporation for a holiday party, only even more expensively overdone. The knick-knacks and artwork are worth a small fortune and the security seems comparable.
"As I know that you have not yet met the sottocapo before, let me give you some words of advice," Michael says as you quietly walk through the place. "Observe all of the forms. Let him acknowledge you first, and do not speak until you are spoken to. He is a man of traditions, and expects a certain level of respect." Cruiser nods absently - that marches well with his understanding of how things work with the Mafia.
Michael and the other men lead you through the foyer into a salon where a large, ornate staircase ascends to the upper floors. He takes you past that, however, to a more conventional door that opens up onto a much more normal set of stairs leading down into the basement. Once there, he opens a heavy, sound-proofed door and leads you inside.
A row of four shooting lanes fill the room, and an old man stands at one of them. As you are entering, he hands a paper target to an elf standing next to him. The elf looks roughed up, his shirt torn, and utterly cowed by the man. As the elf walks nervously down the lane towards the target end, the old man picks up a revolver from a nearby counter and takes aim at the back of the elf's head.
"No, no," Michael says as he gestures towards the front door. "He has been waiting for this delivery, and will want to see you immediately."
One of the other men opens the front door of the mansion and you walk in together. The place is lavishly appointed. For Rick, it feels like nothing so much as when he was in the home of one of the C-level executives from his old corporation for a holiday party, only even more expensively overdone. The knick-knacks and artwork are worth a small fortune and the security seems comparable.
"As I know that you have not yet met the sottocapo before, let me give you some words of advice," Michael says as you quietly walk through the place. "Observe all of the forms. Let him acknowledge you first, and do not speak until you are spoken to. He is a man of traditions, and expects a certain level of respect." Cruiser nods absently - that marches well with his understanding of how things work with the Mafia.
Michael and the other men lead you through the foyer into a salon where a large, ornate staircase ascends to the upper floors. He takes you past that, however, to a more conventional door that opens up onto a much more normal set of stairs leading down into the basement. Once there, he opens a heavy, sound-proofed door and leads you inside.
A row of four shooting lanes fill the room, and an old man stands at one of them. As you are entering, he hands a paper target to an elf standing next to him. The elf looks roughed up, his shirt torn, and utterly cowed by the man. As the elf walks nervously down the lane towards the target end, the old man picks up a revolver from a nearby counter and takes aim at the back of the elf's head.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | the dropoff point, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Of course." Ghost says to Michael as he advises them about the proper etiquette in the vincinity of the mafioso.
Do we look like some stupid street punks, or something!?
She is smart enough to keep her thoughts to herself, and just nods and smiles instead.
As they enter the shooting range, more thoughts fill Elayne's mind.
Oookay... this guy is messed up.
She appears calm on the outside, however, and focuses on the old man rather than his 'target'.
Just wait and see, Elayne, just wait and see, ...
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Of course." Ghost says to Michael as he advises them about the proper etiquette in the vincinity of the mafioso.
Do we look like some stupid street punks, or something!?
She is smart enough to keep her thoughts to herself, and just nods and smiles instead.
As they enter the shooting range, more thoughts fill Elayne's mind.
Oookay... this guy is messed up.
She appears calm on the outside, however, and focuses on the old man rather than his 'target'.
Just wait and see, Elayne, just wait and see, ...
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick watches impassively, waiting to be acknowledged.
pleasedon'treallykilltheguy!
<<[Lyle] Lets be cool, but if he makes us witnesses to a murder, he's paying extra.>>
As for this entire trip, Rick's personal file is recording everything. He flags this segment of time for easy retrieval, should having Blackmail over the Sottocapo of the Denver Mafia prove, useful.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick watches impassively, waiting to be acknowledged.
pleasedon'treallykilltheguy!
<<[Lyle] Lets be cool, but if he makes us witnesses to a murder, he's paying extra.>>
As for this entire trip, Rick's personal file is recording everything. He flags this segment of time for easy retrieval, should having Blackmail over the Sottocapo of the Denver Mafia prove, useful.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser knows better than to interrupt the old man, He wants us to know who is Boss, and how little he values life. This is a clear threat and intimidation... Don't FUCK with me. Got the message Old Man, loud and clear...
He will watch the scene play out, sticking to the shadows. He will look carefully at the elf, looking for clues as to his identity, social class (quality of clothing, is it the same off the rack suits that the goons wear? Or is it higher/lower quality stuff?), any tattoos or other markings that indicate membership in a gang or that could be used for identifying him later?...
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser knows better than to interrupt the old man, He wants us to know who is Boss, and how little he values life. This is a clear threat and intimidation... Don't FUCK with me. Got the message Old Man, loud and clear...
He will watch the scene play out, sticking to the shadows. He will look carefully at the elf, looking for clues as to his identity, social class (quality of clothing, is it the same off the rack suits that the goons wear? Or is it higher/lower quality stuff?), any tattoos or other markings that indicate membership in a gang or that could be used for identifying him later?...
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
As a group, you tense up a bit, in anticipation of what might be a very obvious murder. The elf, his clothes unremarkable but for a few tears and the like from rough handling, shakes a bit as he hangs up the target. Finished, he turns and faces the mafioso, standing to the left of the target.
Six shots ring out in rapid succession, the elf flinching with every blast, the smell of cordite quickly overwhelming the cheap cologne worn by one of the suited men standing around you.
The elf comes out of the experience unscathed - physically.
Omar Chavez puts the gun down on the counter and turns to face you, evaluating you briefly. "You have something for me, I believe?"
As a group, you tense up a bit, in anticipation of what might be a very obvious murder. The elf, his clothes unremarkable but for a few tears and the like from rough handling, shakes a bit as he hangs up the target. Finished, he turns and faces the mafioso, standing to the left of the target.
Six shots ring out in rapid succession, the elf flinching with every blast, the smell of cordite quickly overwhelming the cheap cologne worn by one of the suited men standing around you.
The elf comes out of the experience unscathed - physically.
Omar Chavez puts the gun down on the counter and turns to face you, evaluating you briefly. "You have something for me, I believe?"
[ Spoiler ]
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"We do, Sottocapo" Rick gestures for Ghost to step forward.
<<[Lyle] Hand the nice crazy man his package, Ghost. If you please.>>
He waits patiently, looking calm and relaxed on the outside.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:25pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"We do, Sottocapo" Rick gestures for Ghost to step forward.
<<[Lyle] Hand the nice crazy man his package, Ghost. If you please.>>
He waits patiently, looking calm and relaxed on the outside.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:25pm | the dropoff point, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost nods, and produces the envelope, which she has hidden under her vest still. She takes a step forward and hands it to the old man, before getting back to her old position, waiting for his approval.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost nods, and produces the envelope, which she has hidden under her vest still. She takes a step forward and hands it to the old man, before getting back to her old position, waiting for his approval.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, UCAS Sector, the dropoff point]
Chavez favors Ghost with a grandfatherly smile. "Thank you dear," he says, taking the package. He gives it a thorough physical inspection, satisfied to see the seal still intact. He hands the package to one of his men who runs it briefly under a scanner. He returns the package to the old man with a nod.
"Everything looks to be in order here," he says. "Michael, if you would?"
Michael reaches into a box on the counter and pulls out a pair of credsticks, and hands them to Ghost as she is nearest to him. "Here is the agreed upon 6000Y."
Omar dismisses you, saying, "You efforts here will be remembered." He turns back to the elf and Michael gestures for you to head back upstairs.
Arriving back at the main floor, he escorts you to the door. "Thank you for your work. I will gladly take your comm IDs if you would like to be considered for future operational needs?"
Chavez favors Ghost with a grandfatherly smile. "Thank you dear," he says, taking the package. He gives it a thorough physical inspection, satisfied to see the seal still intact. He hands the package to one of his men who runs it briefly under a scanner. He returns the package to the old man with a nod.
"Everything looks to be in order here," he says. "Michael, if you would?"
Michael reaches into a box on the counter and pulls out a pair of credsticks, and hands them to Ghost as she is nearest to him. "Here is the agreed upon 6000Y."
Omar dismisses you, saying, "You efforts here will be remembered." He turns back to the elf and Michael gestures for you to head back upstairs.
Arriving back at the main floor, he escorts you to the door. "Thank you for your work. I will gladly take your comm IDs if you would like to be considered for future operational needs?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:29pm | the dropoff point, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost had offered the old man a nod and a somewhat forced smile, when he took the envelope from her.
Quite relieved when they made it back upstairs and the tension meter dropped a few levels, she gladly answers Michael's question.
"Thank you! As long as it doesn't involve working that shooting range," Ghost remarks with a sceptically raised eyebrow and a nod back to the stairway, "yeah, I guess so."
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost had offered the old man a nod and a somewhat forced smile, when he took the envelope from her.
Quite relieved when they made it back upstairs and the tension meter dropped a few levels, she gladly answers Michael's question.
"Thank you! As long as it doesn't involve working that shooting range," Ghost remarks with a sceptically raised eyebrow and a nod back to the stairway, "yeah, I guess so."
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick acknowledges being dismissed and walks back upstairs. "Of course, here is my Comm-ID." He sends Michael's commlink a brief ping with his comm-id.
A sigh of relief, and then he walks outside and back to the car.
Standing by the driver's door, he waits for the others.
<<[Lyle] Job well done guys. Ghost, how much money did we get from Jonny and Peng? You guys wanna go somewhere and celebrate, split the loot?>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick acknowledges being dismissed and walks back upstairs. "Of course, here is my Comm-ID." He sends Michael's commlink a brief ping with his comm-id.
A sigh of relief, and then he walks outside and back to the car.
Standing by the driver's door, he waits for the others.
<<[Lyle] Job well done guys. Ghost, how much money did we get from Jonny and Peng? You guys wanna go somewhere and celebrate, split the loot?>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:29pm | the dropoff point, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Another 8,500¥ - quite the haul for a days work, but I'm sure there will be some repercussions... Either way, I guess a little celebration is in order. How about we go check out this Five-by-Five, that Peaches mentioned? We will have to get back, anyways, and that way seemed to work well enough. >>
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Another 8,500¥ - quite the haul for a days work, but I'm sure there will be some repercussions... Either way, I guess a little celebration is in order. How about we go check out this Five-by-Five, that Peaches mentioned? We will have to get back, anyways, and that way seemed to work well enough. >>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser thanks Michael politely and pings him the commcode he uses when running under the "Marcos del Campo" fake SIN. After the team is let out of the mansion, he will send his friend Carlos a quick text message:
<< @Carlos[Cruiser]: Chummer, thanks for the hook-up. All went well, although got some static from the Yaks and Triads. You may want to look into leaks in your casa, comprende?... Maybe get some brownie points for catching a rat. I owe you a drink, are you free tomorrow? My treat! >>
To the team he says, "You all know how to handle yourselves pretty well. I'd be honored to run again with you. Let's get a drink somewhere so we can celebrate and share our earnings." He flashes a big toothed ork grin as he finishes up.
"I do live on this side of town, so maybe we can drink on this side. I am cool with meeting at the Five-by-Five, but if we go there want to make sure we invite Peaches as well!"
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser thanks Michael politely and pings him the commcode he uses when running under the "Marcos del Campo" fake SIN. After the team is let out of the mansion, he will send his friend Carlos a quick text message:
<< @Carlos[Cruiser]: Chummer, thanks for the hook-up. All went well, although got some static from the Yaks and Triads. You may want to look into leaks in your casa, comprende?... Maybe get some brownie points for catching a rat. I owe you a drink, are you free tomorrow? My treat! >>
To the team he says, "You all know how to handle yourselves pretty well. I'd be honored to run again with you. Let's get a drink somewhere so we can celebrate and share our earnings." He flashes a big toothed ork grin as he finishes up.
"I do live on this side of town, so maybe we can drink on this side. I am cool with meeting at the Five-by-Five, but if we go there want to make sure we invite Peaches as well!"
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"It was a pleasure working with all of you." He looks around at the large mansion and all the cameras. "Lets go find us somewhere to party, and we can talk about the future."
He has the pilot pop the doors open. <<[Lyle] The flowers have ears in this place. Cruiser, you know a place round these parts?>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"It was a pleasure working with all of you." He looks around at the large mansion and all the cameras. "Lets go find us somewhere to party, and we can talk about the future."
He has the pilot pop the doors open. <<[Lyle] The flowers have ears in this place. Cruiser, you know a place round these parts?>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden quietly gives Michael the commcode for his current fake SIN and thanks him. He's not sure what to think about the Mafia at this point. Not so sure about working for crazies... We'll see.
Responding to Cruiser, "Gotta say, I think we make a pretty good team, I'd be happy work with you guys again. And yeah, I'm from here as well. I know of a bar in the sector, drinks are pretty cheap. I guess a trip to the 5 by 5 wouldn't hurt either.
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden quietly gives Michael the commcode for his current fake SIN and thanks him. He's not sure what to think about the Mafia at this point. Not so sure about working for crazies... We'll see.
Responding to Cruiser, "Gotta say, I think we make a pretty good team, I'd be happy work with you guys again. And yeah, I'm from here as well. I know of a bar in the sector, drinks are pretty cheap. I guess a trip to the 5 by 5 wouldn't hurt either.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Cruiser leads the way back west, crossing over Hwy 2 and hitting Hwy 85. This was obviously a light industrial part of town before it started going to hell. Plenty of nondescript concrete buildings, old motels and bars along here.
The place you wind up is a joint called Thirsty's. The bartender is a rarity in these days of easy replacement parts - he wears an eyepatch. The crowd is overwhelmingly blue collar, guys stopping off for a drink or twelve before they go home for the day, or who have nothing to go home to, and Thirsty's is their extended family.
A four-top is open, and you park yourselves there, ready to celebrate the completion of the operation. Ghost gets more than a few looks, as does Rick, as they're not exactly the standard item in this bar, but nothing aggressive - merely more interest than Warden or Cruiser get.
There doesn't look to be any waitstaff, so somebody'll have to go to the bar for drinks.
Cruiser leads the way back west, crossing over Hwy 2 and hitting Hwy 85. This was obviously a light industrial part of town before it started going to hell. Plenty of nondescript concrete buildings, old motels and bars along here.
The place you wind up is a joint called Thirsty's. The bartender is a rarity in these days of easy replacement parts - he wears an eyepatch. The crowd is overwhelmingly blue collar, guys stopping off for a drink or twelve before they go home for the day, or who have nothing to go home to, and Thirsty's is their extended family.
A four-top is open, and you park yourselves there, ready to celebrate the completion of the operation. Ghost gets more than a few looks, as does Rick, as they're not exactly the standard item in this bar, but nothing aggressive - merely more interest than Warden or Cruiser get.
There doesn't look to be any waitstaff, so somebody'll have to go to the bar for drinks.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick takes his suit jacket off, putting it on the back of the chair. Without even bothering to sit down, he goes over to the bartender, "I'll take a pitcher of beer, something local, and real, if you got it, and 4 glasses." The bartender pours the pitcher and Rick comes back carrying 4 glasses and the pitcher. He drops them all in the center and sits down in his chair.
"That.. was a good first day." He grins at all three of the others. "We're gonna have to figure out how to smooth over the Yaks and Triads... but we can worry about that another day."
"We should each get 5125
for today's little job."
Ricks seems to be in a really good mood, and he's trying to make sure everyone is having a good time.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick takes his suit jacket off, putting it on the back of the chair. Without even bothering to sit down, he goes over to the bartender, "I'll take a pitcher of beer, something local, and real, if you got it, and 4 glasses." The bartender pours the pitcher and Rick comes back carrying 4 glasses and the pitcher. He drops them all in the center and sits down in his chair.
"That.. was a good first day." He grins at all three of the others. "We're gonna have to figure out how to smooth over the Yaks and Triads... but we can worry about that another day."
"We should each get 5125
for today's little job."Ricks seems to be in a really good mood, and he's trying to make sure everyone is having a good time.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:29pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Yes, Cruiser was feeling good and enjoying the beer, paying for a few rounds but drinking slowly and trying to stay sober. It is obvious to his teammates that he was not the "sharing" kind, but Rick's good cheer and charisma were slowly making him feel more comfortable with opening up a little, "You know guys I have only been in town for less than a couple of weeks, and I honestly have just one friend here in Denver. In this line of work it is necessary to have someone you can trust, someone covering your back. You can count on me as back-up if you ever need it."
When the conversation turns to the Yaks and Triads, "We need to be careful. We pissed off these guys and they are going to be after blood. Does anyone have any contacts with these groups or can get us some intelligence on if they are planning retaliation of any knid?"
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Yes, Cruiser was feeling good and enjoying the beer, paying for a few rounds but drinking slowly and trying to stay sober. It is obvious to his teammates that he was not the "sharing" kind, but Rick's good cheer and charisma were slowly making him feel more comfortable with opening up a little, "You know guys I have only been in town for less than a couple of weeks, and I honestly have just one friend here in Denver. In this line of work it is necessary to have someone you can trust, someone covering your back. You can count on me as back-up if you ever need it."
When the conversation turns to the Yaks and Triads, "We need to be careful. We pissed off these guys and they are going to be after blood. Does anyone have any contacts with these groups or can get us some intelligence on if they are planning retaliation of any knid?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"I must say, I am quite amazed how much we just made. I still can't believe it. Just a couple days or weeks here in Denver myself. Of course, I would prefer not to have those Yaks and Triads to worry about, but I guess we cannot help it now. Just have to keep an eye out for them. There sure was a reason why they paid this much for such a simple-seeming delivery. There's always a catch, I guess. But what could we have done? There was only one package and at least two out of three would have been unhappy with the results, actually three out of four, if we had not delivered. But enough of that... You guys are alright, and it's good to have some folks you can trust."
Elayne raises her glass to toast on that.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"I must say, I am quite amazed how much we just made. I still can't believe it. Just a couple days or weeks here in Denver myself. Of course, I would prefer not to have those Yaks and Triads to worry about, but I guess we cannot help it now. Just have to keep an eye out for them. There sure was a reason why they paid this much for such a simple-seeming delivery. There's always a catch, I guess. But what could we have done? There was only one package and at least two out of three would have been unhappy with the results, actually three out of four, if we had not delivered. But enough of that... You guys are alright, and it's good to have some folks you can trust."
Elayne raises her glass to toast on that.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:50pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"I'm afraid I've only been in town about a month." He looks around a bit guiltily. "Until this morning, I was down to my last 80" He sighs, "I don't think we can expect to make this kind of money every run. But even the original 3k would have made a huge difference in my life."
Rick refills everyone's beers. "I'm afraid I'm not sure how to get in contact with the Yaks and try and work something out. I can probably figure it out though."
"So, how did you guys get your nicknames? I mean, you obviously weren't born with those names."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:50pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"I'm afraid I've only been in town about a month." He looks around a bit guiltily. "Until this morning, I was down to my last 80
" He sighs, "I don't think we can expect to make this kind of money every run. But even the original 3k would have made a huge difference in my life."Rick refills everyone's beers. "I'm afraid I'm not sure how to get in contact with the Yaks and try and work something out. I can probably figure it out though."
"So, how did you guys get your nicknames? I mean, you obviously weren't born with those names."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector][
[color="#C0C0C0"]PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
It doesn't take long for Warden to settle into the place. Being essentially blue collar all his life, it didn't feel a whole lot different than sitting for some drinks with his old buddies back in Fargo. He pitches in for his beer and tends to be a little quick to down it, being pretty used to doing the same back home.
Warden smiles at Cruiser's concern on the syndicates. "You want I should use some Gel rounds next time, chummer? Hehe." He grins big, remembering that he'd taken down 5 guys, then starts feeling a twinge of...something. It definitely isn't happiness. Shiiiiit, crashing... "Yeah, like I said before, you guys are alright. Wouldn't mind doing some more work with you. I'm sure our mutual friends like our performance as well, so I'd bet we'll hear from them again soon."
He gives Lyle a funny look. "Nicknames, huh? Well, I got Warden from my last gig. Let's just say I was good at what I did." At that point, he starts staring off into space a bit. With the letdown from Jazz starting to get worse, Warden's head starts drooping a little. He starts ordering beer in 2's and 3's. Can't hurt.
[color="#C0C0C0"]PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
It doesn't take long for Warden to settle into the place. Being essentially blue collar all his life, it didn't feel a whole lot different than sitting for some drinks with his old buddies back in Fargo. He pitches in for his beer and tends to be a little quick to down it, being pretty used to doing the same back home.
Warden smiles at Cruiser's concern on the syndicates. "You want I should use some Gel rounds next time, chummer? Hehe." He grins big, remembering that he'd taken down 5 guys, then starts feeling a twinge of...something. It definitely isn't happiness. Shiiiiit, crashing... "Yeah, like I said before, you guys are alright. Wouldn't mind doing some more work with you. I'm sure our mutual friends like our performance as well, so I'd bet we'll hear from them again soon."
He gives Lyle a funny look. "Nicknames, huh? Well, I got Warden from my last gig. Let's just say I was good at what I did." At that point, he starts staring off into space a bit. With the letdown from Jazz starting to get worse, Warden's head starts drooping a little. He starts ordering beer in 2's and 3's. Can't hurt.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Elayne shrugs.
"No big story there. I just figured I would need one, since I don't want to tell everyone my actual name. And Ghost seemed fitting."
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Elayne shrugs.
"No big story there. I just figured I would need one, since I don't want to tell everyone my actual name. And Ghost seemed fitting."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser raises his glass at Ghost and gives her a wide, large canine grin, which you have been seeing more and more of, as the beers go down.
As the conversation turns to nicknames, he seems to retreat a little, as though remembering good old days from his past, and if watching closely you may even see a small tear rolling down the big ork's face, "Cruiser is just how some of my friends back home call me, nuttin' special" he finishes gruffly and pounds on the table, "Another round!" and he gets up to fetch another pitcher.
When he gets back to the table with the beer, "Any of you have a friend who knows how to work on bikes? The Thundercloud is something I picked up recently and is not at souped up as the bikes I'm used to. I was barely able to stay on the thing and shoot at the gangers. That's the reason my shots went off so wide..." he says the last looking at Warden, and his tone is a bit defensive; embarrassed by his lack of skill during that exchange.
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser raises his glass at Ghost and gives her a wide, large canine grin, which you have been seeing more and more of, as the beers go down.
As the conversation turns to nicknames, he seems to retreat a little, as though remembering good old days from his past, and if watching closely you may even see a small tear rolling down the big ork's face, "Cruiser is just how some of my friends back home call me, nuttin' special" he finishes gruffly and pounds on the table, "Another round!" and he gets up to fetch another pitcher.
When he gets back to the table with the beer, "Any of you have a friend who knows how to work on bikes? The Thundercloud is something I picked up recently and is not at souped up as the bikes I'm used to. I was barely able to stay on the thing and shoot at the gangers. That's the reason my shots went off so wide..." he says the last looking at Warden, and his tone is a bit defensive; embarrassed by his lack of skill during that exchange.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | Evening | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sectorr]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick shakes his head, "I'm sorry man. Only people I know are you three, really."
He takes another long pull. "I'll have to come up with a good handle. Lyle's just the name on the SiN my friend hooked me up with when I got into Denver. Like Ghost here, I'm not particularly in the mood to share my birth name. With anyone."
Rick is quite happy to drink more beer, enjoying a good time with his new found.. colleagues?
"A toast.. " He raises his glass once everyone's been refilled. "To a Good Run, and hopefully, Many more to come!"
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | Evening | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sectorr]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick shakes his head, "I'm sorry man. Only people I know are you three, really."
He takes another long pull. "I'll have to come up with a good handle. Lyle's just the name on the SiN my friend hooked me up with when I got into Denver. Like Ghost here, I'm not particularly in the mood to share my birth name. With anyone."
Rick is quite happy to drink more beer, enjoying a good time with his new found.. colleagues?
"A toast.. " He raises his glass once everyone's been refilled. "To a Good Run, and hopefully, Many more to come!"
Andre "Warden" Bure
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden nods at Cruiser. "Yeah, it wouldn't have been easy getting Jessie pointed at those punks. It mightta gotten hairy if we'd actually needed to fight. As for your bike..." He ponders for a moment. "Well, I don't think I know anyone who does that sorta thing. If you need a guy who does implants though, I got a good contact. Ghost already knows how good I am with fixin' guns." He chugs another beer like water. The emptiness is starting to fill back up a little after the first couple drinks...
He takes a pitcher in each hand, placing one down on the table, the other he just drinks straight out of, not bothering with the formality of a glass.
As Rick raises a toast, Warden raises his pitcher in turn. "To us makin' drekloads of money, and livin' to spend it."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden nods at Cruiser. "Yeah, it wouldn't have been easy getting Jessie pointed at those punks. It mightta gotten hairy if we'd actually needed to fight. As for your bike..." He ponders for a moment. "Well, I don't think I know anyone who does that sorta thing. If you need a guy who does implants though, I got a good contact. Ghost already knows how good I am with fixin' guns." He chugs another beer like water. The emptiness is starting to fill back up a little after the first couple drinks...
He takes a pitcher in each hand, placing one down on the table, the other he just drinks straight out of, not bothering with the formality of a glass.
As Rick raises a toast, Warden raises his pitcher in turn. "To us makin' drekloads of money, and livin' to spend it."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Speaking of guns. If you guys have no need for them, I would keep Jonny's around. Might be useful, you never know. Probably have to get some upgrades for them, though. Maybe you could help me with that, Warden? You know a lot more about that stuff than I do. As for a mechanic, nope, sorry. Don't even have a bike or a car, yet, though I really should look into that. But can't you just bring it into a garage?"
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Speaking of guns. If you guys have no need for them, I would keep Jonny's around. Might be useful, you never know. Probably have to get some upgrades for them, though. Maybe you could help me with that, Warden? You know a lot more about that stuff than I do. As for a mechanic, nope, sorry. Don't even have a bike or a car, yet, though I really should look into that. But can't you just bring it into a garage?"
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:45pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
"I guess I could just take it into a garage... But you know mechanics, you walk in wanting one small thing and they find all sorts of problems that need 'immediate fixin', so wanted someone I could trust. I will ask a friend of mine here in Denver. Oh, I am cool with you keeping Johnny's guns."
Cruiser will send Carlos a quick text message and see if he can hook him up with a biker shop:
<< @Carlos[Cruiser]: Hey chummer! I got some spending cred and wanted to make some mods to my Thundercloud. You know anyone who can do a good and cheap job?? >>
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
"I guess I could just take it into a garage... But you know mechanics, you walk in wanting one small thing and they find all sorts of problems that need 'immediate fixin', so wanted someone I could trust. I will ask a friend of mine here in Denver. Oh, I am cool with you keeping Johnny's guns."
Cruiser will send Carlos a quick text message and see if he can hook him up with a biker shop:
<< @Carlos[Cruiser]: Hey chummer! I got some spending cred and wanted to make some mods to my Thundercloud. You know anyone who can do a good and cheap job?? >>
Andre "Warden" Bure
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Uhh, well yeah, sure. Those were pretty nice ones, I think. I could take a look at 'em when we're in private and I'm not getting as hammered. Speakin' of rides, Cruiser, you know where I can get a bike like yours? If it's cheap enough to get one, I might just pick it with the cred from tonight." Warden proceeds to chug his pitcher some more. At this point, he's probably had something like 4 beers.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Uhh, well yeah, sure. Those were pretty nice ones, I think. I could take a look at 'em when we're in private and I'm not getting as hammered. Speakin' of rides, Cruiser, you know where I can get a bike like yours? If it's cheap enough to get one, I might just pick it with the cred from tonight." Warden proceeds to chug his pitcher some more. At this point, he's probably had something like 4 beers.
Tony "Cruiser" Santa Cruz
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo | UCAS Citizen
"I got the bike in Seattle just before I came to Denver. However I got a friend here who I hope can get me in touch with a biker workshop. Maybe they can hook me up with the bike mods and you with a bike. I'll let you know."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo | UCAS Citizen
"I got the bike in Seattle just before I came to Denver. However I got a friend here who I hope can get me in touch with a biker workshop. Maybe they can hook me up with the bike mods and you with a bike. I'll let you know."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
<<[Carlos] @Cruiser: There's a shop owned by the dad of one of my tight friends. Derby Auto Mechanics, up at 76th and Hwy 2, not far from your place. Reliable, but the parts might not be immediately available...>>
<<[Carlos] @Cruiser: There's a shop owned by the dad of one of my tight friends. Derby Auto Mechanics, up at 76th and Hwy 2, not far from your place. Reliable, but the parts might not be immediately available...>>
Andre "Warden" Bure
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Thanks, bud, ridin' the bus is cheap, but it fraggin' sucks to use it." Warden's starting to slow a little, but that pitcher's big. "So it sounds like we're all from out of town, makes sense with what... uh, Daniel picked us for. I used to live and work up in Fargo, but then bad luck plants me on my ass and now I'm in Denver starting from almost nothin' again. Hey by the way, anyone know a reliable lead dealer? Jessie almost went dry between those 5 guys."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Thanks, bud, ridin' the bus is cheap, but it fraggin' sucks to use it." Warden's starting to slow a little, but that pitcher's big. "So it sounds like we're all from out of town, makes sense with what... uh, Daniel picked us for. I used to live and work up in Fargo, but then bad luck plants me on my ass and now I'm in Denver starting from almost nothin' again. Hey by the way, anyone know a reliable lead dealer? Jessie almost went dry between those 5 guys."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:46pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Well, I could see about that. I'm gonna get some upgades and a few rounds for me, anyways, so I could just grab some extras for you as well. Shouldn't be much of a problem, really," Elayne offers.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Well, I could see about that. I'm gonna get some upgades and a few rounds for me, anyways, so I could just grab some extras for you as well. Shouldn't be much of a problem, really," Elayne offers.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | Evening | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"No, Please.. You go ahead and keep those Ghost. I've got more than enough pistols for my use." Rick does feel a bit out gunned by everyone, but He's not really there for his shoot people in the face skills, so.. he just lets it ride.
"If you guys are interested, I'm building an 'Upgraded' Denver map. Once I get a bit more info on it, I can share it with you guys. I already have the 5x5 and a basic layout of the tunnels we went through all set up."
Rick will hang out into the late night, if folks are enjoying themselves. Drek, he's even happy to give folks rides back into CAS, and he could be talked into going to PCC, but he would stop by his place first, and drop off his guns, except the Taser.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | Evening | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"No, Please.. You go ahead and keep those Ghost. I've got more than enough pistols for my use." Rick does feel a bit out gunned by everyone, but He's not really there for his shoot people in the face skills, so.. he just lets it ride.
"If you guys are interested, I'm building an 'Upgraded' Denver map. Once I get a bit more info on it, I can share it with you guys. I already have the 5x5 and a basic layout of the tunnels we went through all set up."
Rick will hang out into the late night, if folks are enjoying themselves. Drek, he's even happy to give folks rides back into CAS, and he could be talked into going to PCC, but he would stop by his place first, and drop off his guns, except the Taser.
Andre "Warden" Bure
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Sounds good to me, thanks.
<<[Warden] @Ghost: Just want 2 dozen shot rounds for Jessie. Mostly saving up for a nice ride. 250 should cover it>>
"Hey Cruiser, ya think you can drop me off at another bar after we finish here? I know it sounds crazy but, it feels a little like home at that place. Might be good to drop by." He pings Cruiser with the street address assuming he's up for it.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Sounds good to me, thanks.
<<[Warden] @Ghost: Just want 2 dozen shot rounds for Jessie. Mostly saving up for a nice ride. 250
should cover it>>"Hey Cruiser, ya think you can drop me off at another bar after we finish here? I know it sounds crazy but, it feels a little like home at that place. Might be good to drop by." He pings Cruiser with the street address assuming he's up for it.
Tony "Cruiser" Santa Cruz
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo | UCAS Citizen
<< @Carlos[Cruiser]: Oi that's awesome. Thanks chummer! >>
Cruiser tilts his head slightly to interact with his commlink, then smiles broadly, "Hey Warden, looks like my pal came through. There's a shop close by that I will be visiting in the morning, if the hangover doesn't kill me! You're welcome to join me and check out any bikes they have."
When Cruiser gets Warden's ping, he will store it on his GPS, "Chummer you live in Sioux territory? I'm not sure I wanna cross a border like this. You can crash at my place if you want... The floor is... err... hard and dirty, but it's better than a jail cell!"
Cruiser is still just sober enough to realize that the shot of cram taken earlier will be wearing off by midnight, so he will set a reminder to himself for 10:30pm and hope he can crawl out of Thirsty's by then.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo | UCAS Citizen
<< @Carlos[Cruiser]: Oi that's awesome. Thanks chummer! >>
Cruiser tilts his head slightly to interact with his commlink, then smiles broadly, "Hey Warden, looks like my pal came through. There's a shop close by that I will be visiting in the morning, if the hangover doesn't kill me! You're welcome to join me and check out any bikes they have."
When Cruiser gets Warden's ping, he will store it on his GPS, "Chummer you live in Sioux territory? I'm not sure I wanna cross a border like this. You can crash at my place if you want... The floor is... err... hard and dirty, but it's better than a jail cell!"
Cruiser is still just sober enough to realize that the shot of cram taken earlier will be wearing off by midnight, so he will set a reminder to himself for 10:30pm and hope he can crawl out of Thirsty's by then.
Andre "Warden" Bure
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Well no russh or anyting, I just don't fil like bushing while drunk. Haha! Thank ya buddy, and yeah, I guess it'd be a lot easier crashing in this sector than trying to make it across with Jessie in tow." Pitcher's probably half gone by now, and Warden's starting to get the drunken slur, but he's still talking at a normal speed.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 6:48pm | Thirsty's Tavern, Denver, UCAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"Well no russh or anyting, I just don't fil like bushing while drunk. Haha! Thank ya buddy, and yeah, I guess it'd be a lot easier crashing in this sector than trying to make it across with Jessie in tow." Pitcher's probably half gone by now, and Warden's starting to get the drunken slur, but he's still talking at a normal speed.
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