Wolf moves with purpose moving to the other side of the building from Babel keeping a keen eye and ear on any threats making sure his long coat covers his sword.

Monday, July 21st 2072. Around 18:52:33 Hours.
-Ontario & East Edwards. Vancouver.

Babel, Red Wolf, and Icarus make their way towards the pub. In between the five minutes it took for Wolf to arrive an new player had entered the scene. Peaking inside of the pub. The team sees a humanoid figure with light green skin, sharp teeth, longer then an ork but shorter then an elf. Its hair is cut in a military style buzz cut with lines across his sideburns. The figure is a male wearing a urban colored camouflage vest and dark green cargo pants. The creature is sitting at the middle of the bar using his simrig to view an illegal BTL chip. The audio sounds coming from the simrig is a chattering of gunfire followed by the screams of teenage girls.

The goblin type meta-human is chuckling to himself and having a good time immersing himself into the BTL chip. Laying on the bar next to the creature is a large mace.

There is the sound of footsteps quickly descending towards the rear of the bar followed by a shout in Russian. The elf with the pony-tail and who was the driver of the Ford is at the base of the steps and armed with a Uzi IV. He is hiding behind behind a wall and peaking out into the bar.

Elf to Meta-human sitting at the bar
[Spoiler in Russian]



[Here is the Initiative order for the first combat round.

1. Red Wolf = 15
2. Babel = 14 (gets edge tie-breaker)
3. Icarus = 14
4. Bar Goblin = 13
5. Driver Elf = 13

Quick comments. Red Wolf you can close within Melee range (but you would have to charge) of the Bar Goblin in your first IP. You receive a plus 2 to the roll because you are making a charging attack. The elf is about 8 meters away distance wise from the three of you.

When you make an attack post. Please state the number of total hits you achieved along with DV and AP.

When you are defending..
Defenders will roll reaction and damage resistance test to determine damage.

Any questions, post in OOC thread

Thanks! ]

Wolf every cybernetic muscle flexes as he springs into action, with the snarling face of a prowling wolf and the agility of a tiger ready to pounce his grip was tightly on his sword as he got ready to strike when aproaching the goblin by the bar table



as he finish his charge in one swift motion he draws and strikes with his blade

Seeing a seven foot Dryad come charging towards him, the goblin grabs his mace from the bar. He brings the weapon to bare, but does not anticipate the quick Iajitsu draw Red Wolf. In one fluid motion, the swords specialist uses his katana to pierce through the armor of the defender. The sword coming to bear in an upward arcing slash.

The goblinoid grimaces and spins in a 360 to the ground. There is a loud thud against the unfinished flooring to the bar. The Hobgoblin is still alive however. And looks like he is beginning to get back up.

Babel, untangling himself from the Plastic curtain the snagged on his foot during his spectacular sneaky enterance brings the pistol up to cover the elf and hollers "FREEZE!" in English and Sperethiel. He waits for the elf to make the next move...

Icarus takes cover outside the front door of the pub within access range of the interior node, and fires up his commlink, attempting to break into the node and gain admin access and see what's going on.

Vera blinks at takes a mental image of the license plate and sends it to Spiritus for a possible identification. usually a group that said nothing during the entire time are either divorced or up to no good. Even today wit AR it is a bit suspicious.

She sent a reply to Charles <<Hi Charles. I am stil good for 8.30, can you pick me up in front of my apartment? [Grdiguide link to her place]Thanks. Ciao!>>

Shw looks at Bubbles, "I will be seeing Lucas tonight. I have a date with him, I will gently ask him about it. Hopefully our elf wasn't a tail we picked up from the gym. If this is the Tir, the we are dealing with national pride and all the alphabet soup organizations."

Vera pays for the dinner with a nice tip and Bubbles and she walk out of the restaurant.

Monday, July 21st 2072. Around 18:52:34 Hours.
-Ontario & East Edwards. Vancouver.

The Hobgoblin staggers back to its feet. There is a deep gash across his armor, buried into his chest. He breaths heavily. Each breath he takes seems to be deepening the wound. A metal mace gleams in his hand. It is a narrow weapon with an enlarged hammer at the end. It gleams with a pink radiance.

[Mace]

Raising the weapon the Hobgoblin attempts to bring the weapon bearing down on Red Wolf's Shoulder.

[Spoiler for Red Wolf]



At the other end of the bar. The elf with the nano-tattoos is appearing to bring his submachine gun to bare. The roar of the Predator snaps back in Babel's hand. The elf ducks back behind the walling for protection, as the bullet flies through where his body was just standing. The elf then peaks behind the wall and lets off a rattle towards Babel.

[Spoiler for Babel]


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Icarus enters the system. He finds himself in a barn full of hay. There are three separate stacks. He chooses the rear of the barn which has hay stacks filled to the ceiling of the area. It will take time to gain access, but not to much time. The Icarus persona pulls out a magnet and begins searching for the needle.

[Spoiler for Icarus.]

Wolf raises a eyebrow at the persistent goblin orks and there kind have never been the brightest the Dryad thought as he attempts to move aside from the blow



Wolf grins as he dodges the blow with ease bringing his sword down against the gobling in a vertical swing

Babel winces as he barely getting behind the safety of a duraplast post as the elf blasts away . He drops down as chips of paint pepper his face and neck.The swirly NeuvoRetro™ neon lamp fixture explodes over his head adding red chrome shrapnel to the mix. Taking a deep breath, he gets ready for another shot....

Monday, July 21st 2072. Around 18:52:35 Hours.
-Gatsby's Bar and Grill. Vancouver.

The vertical swing from Red Wolf's connects on the wobbled hobgoblin. The bleach-blond hair of the ork meta-variant all of a sudden turns crimson red. Blood spurts from the creatures brain like a geyser, before it slumps to the floor dead. Falling on its knees first before making a THUD.

At the other end. The bullet from the Ares Predator jerks back the shoulder of the elf with the pony-tail. But the elf stays on his feet and quickly brings his Uzi to bear and points it at Red Wolf instead of Babel.

[Spoiler for Red Wolf.]



After shooting the elf runs back up the stairs, leaving the line of sight for the three Shadowrunners.


In the matrix. Icarus stumbles into the second barn with his magnet. When three black raccoons appear from the stacks of hay. Sniffing the ground. They look hungry. Their claws bat at rocks and bugs that they see. One of them sniffs at Icarus's leg but does not find the hacker. Eventually Icarus makes it to the back of the barn and holds out his magnet. Right away the key comes flying towards the device as it "Clings" when it hits the tool. Icarus now has the key to open up the barn door and enter the cornfield.



[Few notes.

@Icarus. Since you're the only one with 3 IPs I decided to fast forward the third IP in this post. You have successfully gained Admin access to the building. A floor plan of the entire complex opens up to you, which includes two large studio rooms on both floors. With security cameras lining the hallways. There are doors there which can be locked from your position. If you are looking for something specific let me know and I'll tell you if it's there.

Initiative for the new round:


Babel: 13 (Babel wins Edge Tiebreaker)
Icarus: 13
Ponytail Elf: 11
Red Wolf: 8

The elf is out of your firing site. If anyone runs towards the staircase, you will not see him. The staircase has an open exit to the second floor and leads all the way up to the third. ]

Icarus unlocks the barn door, and strides defiantly into the cornfield. Stretching his metallic wings and taking flight over the vast farmland, he calls to himself all the birds and animals and asks them to keep an eye out for anyone who would threaten him or his team.

<<Alright team. I own this building. Bringing up a floor plan and camera overlay on your AR. X marks anyone who is not us.>>

Wolf pulls a satisfying grin not even flinching as a splash of brain/blood mix splashes on his face, as the rattle of the SMG hits his senses he pulls back his body trying to avoid the rounds as well as pull out the sword from the skull.



Wold grins faintly as one round hits his side




Wolf grins hard at the pain, nothing serious but even as a warrior pain was unavoidable to feel, as the data feeds to his cyborg eyes he looks threw the cameras, as he spots the guy on the third floor destroying documents he cleans and sheaths his sword and pulls out the 3 of the 5 throwing daggers pinching the grips between his fingers as he heads for the stares sending a sub vocal message to the team

<<I´ll take the guy on the 3rd floor, I have the armour to keep me safe from his shotgun should I fail to take him down with my knifes, Babel take the guy on the second, you seam matching arms wise>>

With determine steps Wolf heads up to the third floor slowing down to try and move with quick step yet keeping silent raising his daggers ready to throw them. (OOC trying to use infiltrate, any +/- ?)

Monday, July 21st 2072. Around 20:30:00-20:50:00 Hours.
-SK Apartment Complex and Downtown Vancouver.


(Part I of what happened to Vera.)


At approximately 20:24:35 Vera receives a message on her commlink mirror shades. Vera reads the message.


<<Vera. Lucas Charles has arrived for your 8:30 PM social gathering. He is downstairs in front of the lobby.>>

An image of the young man appears on her Commlink.

"Hi Vera." He smiles.

"Hi Lucas. I'll be right down."

Vera checks to make sure she has everything with her and gets into the private elevator and descends to the lobby. While on the way down to the lobby, Vera views her news feeds for the day. Checking up on the Meta-human fighter websites as programmed earlier, there is a picture of Charles at the weight in from earlier in the day.

[Lucas Charles at the Weight in]

Followed by a report.



Vera switches on her simsense module.



Vera wonders what has been bothering the Indomitable Lucas Charles. She intended to make sure that tonight is a perfect night so that he feels good enough to win the fight.



The elevator door chimes open and Vera makes her way through the lobby a quick scan of the area reveals nothing out of the ordinary. Through the windows she can see a black Mitsubushi Nightsky Limo parked in front of the hotel. Vera looks around and finds Lucas Charles is standing a few meters away from the limo, in between the hotel and the curb waiting for her. He is dressed in a pair of white dress pants and a light blue dress shirt. She walks out to meet him.

Vera: "Hi Lucas." She leans in and kisses him on both cheeks

Lucas: "Hello Vera." He says greeting her. Giving her a polite kiss on the cheek. "You look great. I hope you don't mind hitting a club tonight. I've been attending fancy dinners all week, and have one this weekend as well in Victoria. I could use a change of pace."

Vera: "Thanks. So do you. Not at all. I've been looking forward to it."

Lucas: "Fantastic."

The two intwine arms and walk towards the limo. He opens the Limo door for her. Vera smiles and enters. When she enters, she finds a stretched limo with a bar to the side. There are three sitting areas all with plush leather seats. Sits to the side, shifting closer once Lucas has come into the limo. Lucas Charles enters and slams the door shut. He motions for the chauffeur to start driving.

Sitting across from Vera is a dwarf with a clean shaven, narrow faced dwarf with blond hair. Next to the dwarf is a black woman dressed in a tight red dress. Her hair sprouted up very bushy. On the long seat, right across from the bar is a human with a neon green mohawk, tattoos all over his body, and multiple piercings on his face. There are two girls sitting in between him, both humans. Twins of hispanic decent. The dwarf eyes Vera cooly, as the black woman offers her a friendly smile. His commlink shows that his name is Taylor the Cajun Credeur. The green mo-hawked fighter is named Cameron "Dirty." Dollar. They are all working the bar, and getting drinking. In the middle of conversations. Brief introductions are made. Pleasantries are exchanged. For the most part, they are fighters looking to enjoy a night on the town. In a few nights is the pay-per-view. Most of them are on edge. After a little small talk, everyone goes back to their private conversations.

Sitting towards the back of the limo, Lucas tuns out the rest of the limo patrons, Charles places his arm around Vera.

Lucas: "You know what I just realized. I don't know you that well. Tell me about yourself Vera. What do you do? Where are you from? I am no ta big fan of reading this information from someone's personal area profile network. Call me old fashioned that way.

Vera: "Well, I am a doctor. I do consultant work for CrashCart. I am from Seattle, but spent a lot of time in Europe. At the moment I do a lot of running around the world so, what do you do when not working at the gym or going to fancy dinners?"

Lucas Charles whistles. "High credentials. Does your travel have to do with your work? Funny you should mention that. My undergraduate degree was in nursing. Mainly just fighting and studying. In between those two activities. It's hard to find time for something else. I work part time at DocWagon's downtown facility."

Vera: "Yes mostly my travel has a lot to do with my work, but I also like traveling to exotic places."

Lucas: "Exotic as in dangerous?"

Vera: "Doc Wagon? Really? Maybe a bit of professional rivalry then between us two. Sometimes dangerous, but mostly it is safe. I like it better dangerous."


Lucas: "Don't quote me on this. Europe is a huge cesspool from what I hear. A lot of pollution, lack of population control, and to much political factions."

Vera: "Depends where you go. But that's also what they say about Seattle."

Lucas: "Dangerous? Every been in a firefight?

Vera:"Maybe. I can't reveal all my secrets after the first five minutes." She says, winking at Lucas

Lucas: "True. Europe has a lot more extremists though. Polio-clubs, magical societies. There is more a purpose on Europe. People have agendas......Unlike in the UCAS or California Free State where you can feed the monkey their BTL chips or Simsense recording and control the masses."

Vera: "I suppose. I never did get into the politics. I was there to work and later on holidays."

Luke:"Oh to bad. I love politics."

Vera: "Really? Planning on running for office?"

Lucas smiles at her wink and offers her a taste of his drink. She takes a tentative sip and finds the liquid to have a raspberry taste to it, yet still have the same effects on the body as alcohol would.

Lucas: "I don't. But my father was a large supporter of Dunklezahn when I was a child and I got to meet the Dragon when I was 10."

Vera:"Very neat. I have never met anyone before who has met a real life dragon." she thought even though she had, they were the kind you preferred not to think about

Luke: "Talk about being frozen in your tracks. I couldn't move. I wouldn't say anything. There wasn't anything spectacular about his human form. It is like being in the presence of someone you respect and awe. Being around an icon, a hero."

Vera: "really? Was this still when Nadja was his voice?"

Luke: "It was. He had stopped in Seattle for his campaign run, and traveled to Vancouver."

Vera nods. Lucas continues"When he spoke to me though, it wasn't through Nadja. He spoke to my mind. I heard his powerful voice resonate in my thoughts."

Vera: "What did he say?"

Lucas: "It was speaking to a ghost. Or pardon this....hearing God."


Vera: "A giant talking to a mouse I guess."


Lucas: "Yes. That sounds about right." He grinned. "At the time I was anxious about attending a private school and having my body tested for magical talent."

Vera:"Do you have any magical talent?"

Lucas: "Magic has always fascinated me, and I dreamed of being a magician as a child. So I was really excited about everything an scared at the same time. No. No I'm not. I tested negative for the talent a few days later."

Vera: "But the real magic is that you never did give up, There are people who can do what you can without any effort. But they aren't impressive."


Lucas: "It's hard to find people who believe that."

Vera responds "I do."

Lucas Charles tries to hold it in. But he does smile. "Dunklezahn told me not to limit myself to only my dreams and desires. He told me there are other things out there that I may be more suited to do."

Vera: "It seems everyone now is using some kind of crutch. Whether drugs, cyberware, or magic.""

Lucas: "Oh yeah. Everyone needs an edge nowadays. To many people have cheated the system. I haven't gone down that path yet."

Vera:"I hope you don't. It's the easy way."

Lucas: "But I am afraid i may need to soon. Riddle is the first Adapt that I will be facing."

Vera grinned and held his hand. "It takes a strong person to face him."

"Thanks. It's been weighing on my mind a lot."Mad Dog and my other trainers have been talking to be me about installing some cyberware or bioware. Or even jumping on some Kamikaze before the fight. I feel like the ten year old kid about to get tested for magical ability.,"

Vera: "Kamikaze could wreck you. There's a reason it was designed as a combat drug. Just remember what the big D said."

Lucas Charles looks out the window. "Yes. I do. The game plan at the moment is to see how the first few rounds go. And if I am losing to jack me up on some Kamikaze.""

Vera: "Bigger and better things waiting for you. Who knows, maybe you are a late bloomer."

Lucas: "You know what Vera."

Vera: "You'll do fine."

He looks down at her.

Vera: "What?"

"He likes you!!" Everyone else in the limo yells at the same time.

"Wasn't going to say that." He exclaimed

Vera bursts out laughing "Oh?"

Lucas Charles points out the window. "Oh look, we're here. Everyone out." Lucas Charles quickly opens up the door and offers Vera his hand

Vera grins and winks at the rest of the group over his save. Vera takes a hold of his hand and slides out. The line to get into Tonics is 10 meters deep. Lucas Charles gets out of the Limo and takes Vera's hand and leads her towards the club. Giving a high five to the Bouncers, they let them in ahead of everyone else. Vera smiles at all the plebes as she walks with his entourage into the club.

Monday, July 21st 2072. Around 18:54:28 Hours.
-Gatsby's Bar and Grill. Vancouver.


The elf known as Gibbons was cursing to himself. The documents weren't shredding fast enough. And when he placed to many papers in the blasted machine, the stupid thing would jam! Sweat started beating from his brow from this taxing endeavor. There were a series of gunshots from downstairs. The sound of a heavy pistol and a chatter from an Uzi. Lysander and the Hobgoblin they hired must be encountering those runners from the restaurant. He kicked the machine again and fed it more paper.

This entire job stank. Stank bad like rancid milk or bile. Footsteps rushing upstairs, a shout in Russian. Lysander. He sat back down and filed through some of his papers, the last two documents. Yes! It was time. He fed the paper into the machine. For some reason it was not taking it.

"FRAG!!"


[EDIT: Did some major editing to the post. Gibbons is now unaware of what is going on. Mainly focused on the shredder and fixing it. The shotgun is not in his hand.

On your commlinks. You see Gibbons waiting by the desk. Working on the shredder. He does not seem to notice anyone coming through the door. The shotgun is still leaning against the wall.

Lysander has finished placing on his armor and has picked up his Ares Predator. Lysander is moving towards the corner of the studio and putting on the backpack.]

As wolf notice the dresser over the door he slowly puts back the daggers and pulls his sword, he moves up to the dresser tensing every muscle before taking a deep breath and charging a kick towards the dresser.



as the dresser falls into the room Wolf rides it like the oddest kind of surfboard lunging himself with a vertical down swing at the elf in the room letting out a warcry.

Monday, July 21st 2072. Around 20:50:00-21:30:00 Hours.
-Tonic Nightclub and Downtown Vancouver.

(What happened to Vera Part II.)

The place is crowded with people. At the turn of the century, Tonics was one of the hottest night clubs in the Vancouver metro-plex. It still was till this day. Good management, visionary owners, and tactical business practices kept it where it should be. Tonics catered to the affluent and important members of Vancouver society. Students, white-collar professionals, foreigners with money....

[Tonics]

Even for a Monday, the crowd was tight. Security was dressed in black shirts and came in all type of meta-variant forms. The "Cajun" and "Dirty" walk in first with their dates. Not quiet parting the crowd like the Red Sea, but making people move out of their way. Vera leans up against Lucas Charles and in return he wraps a protective arm around her. There is no live DJ, but the clubs sound system nodes have a wide range of selection of music for people to choose. Vera selects some dance music from the clubs Augmented Reality system. It begins piping in.

The pair walk past the bar. At the bar Vera notices middle aged men spending time with females who could be as old as their daughters. Their PAN networks entitled them as married men, Vera also notices a few cred-stick transactions going on between the two parties. Vera makes a silent note of the credstick transactions. Otherwise it looks like business as normal. Girls with their sugar daddies.

Glancing over at Vera, Lucas Charles speaks. "Hey. There is VIP area of the club on the upper floors. It's quieter up there. We could either go there or hit the floor. It's up to you."

"How about a drink first?" Vera says, ordering a cocktail.

"Alright!" Luke orders a drink as well as they find a small lounging booth for them to relax in. The pair sit down on cashmere style pillows. "It's crazy tonight, for a Monday. I think I saw some people from Doc Wagon."

"Everyone's looking for some fun. It's July after all." Vera says taking a sip from her drink.

Lucas: "Wouldn't surprise me. With the announcement of Crash Cart's new facility opening up, everyone's been tentative."

Vera: "Yeah. I still haven't met the architect, Tarek Bellanger. I am supposed to help out with some of the ward designs."


Lucas: "True Vera, but you have to remember. Vancouver isn't Seattle. We're NaN, meaning higher jurisdictions." Lucas pauses…"Tarek? Bellanger is one of the architects?"

Vera: "Yeah. Works for Evo I think. Do you know him?"

Lucas: "That's right...Crash Cart is a subsidiary of Evo….I do know Tarek. He and I go way back."

Vera: "Really?"

Lucas: "We roomed in college together. Our families are friends."

Vera: "Small world then."

Lucas: "Gets smaller every. "

Vera: "Oh it does.” She paused…”Anything juicy you can tell me about your ex-roomie? I hear he is quite the socialite."

Lucas: "Are you going to be doing some consulting work for the new facility?"

Vera: "Yes."

Lucas leans back in his seat and quirks a brow.

Vera: "I am supposed to help out with medical equipment suggestions and also check that the layout is appropriate, but I am being boring."

Lucas: "No you're not. I am a nurse remember. In between all of the conversations about drugs, fights, women, etc, it's hard to find a civilized conversation in my
casual social circles."

Vera politely laughs.

Lucas: “That makes sense. Because Tarek doesn’t know that much about the medical field.”

Vera: "Then why the step back?"

Lucas: "Had to process everything first. Wasn't sure why you wanted to know about Tarek. I wouldn't be a good friend if I just told random people about him, you know? He actually just got into the city tonight. Sent me a text not to long ago. At least he got to Victoria."

Vera: "I like to know a little about people. Besides I am a girl and a little gossip is always nice. We can always talk about you."

Lucas: "Haha. No. That is fine. My life is on the news and entertainment trids at least once a week. I'd rather much prefer to talk about Tarek, or yourself Vera."

Vera: "Well, why don't we talk about Tarek"

Lucas: "Sure. He got into the city not to long ago. Tonight actually. We're planning to meet on Thursday, maybe I can introduce you to him."

Vera: "So, what's he like? Sure. That would be great."

Lucas: "He's smart. Intuitive. Likes to know all of his surroundings, and be in control."

Vera: "What do you mean by being in control?"

Lucas: "Doesn't enter into a situation unless he has covered all of the angels and has come up with at least two outs. He plans for everything. Obsessive Compulsive type. Has to know about every little thing. A micromanager. Last time we met for a workout, he had an entourage of people with him. Including this female bodyguard."

Vera nods, "Must have been a big entourage."

Lucas: “Sorry. Just a lot of odd little things that I notice.”

"That's okay. Was the woman cute?" Vera runs a foot along his leg.

Lucas: "Nothing special."

Vera: "Want to come out and dance? C'mon."

Lucas: "Sure."

She takes him by the hand and playfully pulls him. They make their way to the dance floor, with Vera taking the lead. The sound of the dance music is resonating in their heads. A loud bass, as Lucas Charles increases the volume for the both of them. Vera dances with him into the middle of the press of people, dancing very close to him. In response Lucas Charles traces his hands down her body to her hips while they dance together. Vera pulls him closer, Lucas let's go of her.

Vera lightly presses her body against his.

Feeling comfortable, Lucas moves his body with hers, before placing his hands on her hips. As they continue his hands slide down her thighs.

Vera turns around and dances against him.

Lucas presses his body against hers from behind.

Vera lets him run her fingers over her body.

Lucas Charles places a hand over hers, and runs their hands up her body…..eventually cupping underneath her breast.

Vera turns around and whispers in his ear, "Want to go the VIP lounge?"

Lucas looks down at her, despite everything going on around him externally, and all of the inner turmoil in his mind, he only focuses on Vera

Lucas: "Yes."

Vera holds him against her as she moves to the more private VIP lounge. Their bodies are lightly pressing against each others just before this song concludes. When it does the crowd erupts. Vera turns around and grins and gives Lucas a kiss. They make their way through the crowd, to a service elevator towards the north western rear of the club. Lucas nods at the ork who reads his PAN, once he does, the ork lets the two of them into the elevator. Vera lets Lucas lead her into the elevator. When the doors close, Lucas Charles caresses her face and smiles at her. Giving her light kisses, all the while brushing his thumb underneath her eye.

Vera gives him a deeper kiss. The door chimes open, embarrassed Vera composes herself.

Ahead of the two lies a purple hallway, Lucas smiles at the elf security guard who lets them through after being slotted some nuyen from the fighter. She moves down the hallway. Another life and another persona would be looking for the meeting rooms.

The hallway leads to an intersection and splits off into a square intersection surrounded by private rooms. The square hallway outlets into a very luxurious lounge overlooking the skyline. This area is called the Skyroom. Vera leads him to the Skyroom lounge. Lucas Charles's commlink tells him that a room is available, just after making the left into the square shaped hallway. The lounge has a bar with an elf bartender. In fact, Vera notices the entire staff on this top floor is full of elves. Vera holds his hand a bit more than necessary.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

Vera: "Is there any reason why everyone is an elf?"

Lucas: "Not that I know of."

They walk up to the bartender, an elf with short red-hair studies the pair as they walk in.

Vera: "Two shots of vodka please."

There are two other elven staff members. A waitress with long black raven hair, a dimple on her left cheek, and dressed in a tuxedo. The other employee rounds the corner, coming from the balcony outside. He is a wide-eyed elf with beady green eyes. He is balding, with hair growing around the side of his head. He has a flat nose, small lips, and has a really bad comb-over. He is wearing what Vera can tell is an blue polo-shirt.

It is the same elf from West, who was running interference for the Portly Elf that took the picture.

The red-haired bartender elf places down the two drinks of Vodka. Other then the three of them there are only two other patrons. A human male and a dwarf female, enjoying a romantic evening.

Vera: "I don't know about you, but I was thinking on getting horribly drunk tonight."

Lucas: "I usually don't. Is it fun?"

Vera: "It is."

Lucas: "Will I remember anything we do afterwords?"

Vera: "Usually."

Lucas: "Why the heck not then." Takes his glass. And dings her glass. "To getting drunk."

Vera takes her glass and clinks it against his. She takes it down in one shot and keeps an eye on the elf that ran interference.

The wide eyed elf takes notice.

Vera: "Could I have a bottle of champagne please?"

The bar tender looks at the elf who ran interference. And then says with hesitancy, "Yeah..Sure."

Vera: "I hear the rooms here are nice,” she says looking at Lucas.

Lucas: "They are." He shakes off the shot. "Would you like to see one?"

Vera: "Sure."

Lucas Charles smiles, tips the tender and grabs the bottle of champagne, he leads the way to the vacant room. It is halfway between the lounge and the elevator.

Vera walks over with him. Eyeing the elf from the West. The balding elf doesn't follow right away. When they leave his vision, he begins to use the other side of the square hallway to approach them. Vera gives Lucas a kiss.

Vera and Lucas enter the room. It is small room with padded walling. There is a small bed there, and that is it. The wall is a red color, but can change any color upon selection of the guests. Vera closes the door behind them. There is also a mural, or a augmented reality setting which allows the wall to change into any setting of the user's desire. Lucas changes the setting to an isolated beach, where the water is crashing against the walls. The ground turns yellow the sky either a blue or dark black. Vera comes closer to Lucas and gives him a kiss on the lips, and then she whispers into his ear.

Vera: "The elf at the bar. I saw him hanging around the parking lot at the gym.”

"Is he stalking you?" Lucas asks with concern.

Vera: "I think he might be stalking you."

Lucas: "What makes you say that?"

Lucas Charles presses his ear against the door. Vera can hear the footsteps from the elf's boots from outside. She is guessing he is about 3 meters away.

Vera: "Let's just get out of here."

Lucas Charles nods at Vera.

It was then, at the that precise moment the loud bang of a Ruger Super Warhawk echoes through the hallway. The door barrier bursts into shards and a bullet flies into the room, blowing a large hole in the doorway.

Vera looks on as if everything is going on in slow motion and that is when all hell breaks loose.

Checking the feed while crouching behind the pillar, Babel focuses in on the elf with the SMG. He advances to the foot of the stairs and carefully peers up the stair well from behind the pistol, looking for trip wires

Babel finds no tripwires in the hallway.

On the Augmented Reality Display overlay, Babel see's that the elf known as Lysander has finished putting on his backpack. He is heading towards the window, but has his Predator trained on the door the entire time.

[We'll use the same initiative rating from before.

Babel = 13
Icarus = 13

Lysander = 11

The door to the room is structure rating 4/5. Using the tactical display via through Icarus's hack. You can see that Lysander is in front of the door. About 4 meters away from it. Backtracking towards a window. He has the backpack on. ]

With one eye on the camera feeds from the second floor with Lysander, and another eye on the camera feeds from the third floor with Wolf and the formerly Portly Elf, Icarus starts to run around the building to get underneath the window that Lysander is creeping towards.

<<Alright gents...we need to take this guy alive and find out who he works for. And I've got a plan.>>

You can almost hear the giant grin on his face as he sub-vocalizes this to the team.

<<Wolf. I need you to look as evil and menacing as possible. Lick the blood off your sword or something, I dunno. Figure it out. I am going to pump the camera feed from the third floor onto the trid screen on the second floor. Babel, I need you to play Good Cop. I get to be Bad Cop today...or maybe even Crazy Cop. Yeah. I never get to be Crazy Cop anymore.>>

Icarus then pushes the camera feed from the third floor office into the trideo screen next to Lysander, superimposing his formidable avatar along the right side of the screen, making sure that no blood and/or gore is blocked by his avatar. The avatar stands stright and tall, the metallic wings stretching to their full width before folding behind the alabaster body.

"Poor little trapped elf. Gonna get cut to pieces with a sword. All for a little photo. Tell me...Was it worth it? Did you get a chance to spend any of the cash you were paid to do this?"