November 8, 2063 -- Varied Times
@All
As you go about your day, you each recieve similar messages from your varied fixers.
@Corbin
Corbin. It's Morgan. Got a job for you. Mr. Johnson wants to meet you and a number of other individuals at the Jack of All Spades tomorrow evening, 8:00pm. Your instructions are to tell the doorman that you're there to discuss the fight and that he will give you further instructions. Beyond that, I don't know anything. You take the job, I want my usual cut. Capiche?
@Hellcow
Zander darling. This is Finwë. I have good news for you. Seem a certain gentleman would like to utilize your services. Meet him and others at the Jack of All Spades tomorrow at 8:00pm. Chao!
@Ikarus
Before you on the matrix, the icon of an incoming message blips in your field of view. Accepting the message, a small squirrel icon runs up to you and delivers a simple text message: Meet @ Jack of All Spades (stop) Tomorrow, 8:00pm (stop) Matrix access to meeting facilities available if you prefer (stop) Strings (end).
@Lynx
Lynx! Chica! Have I got a job for you. Oh, this is Anwar. Haven't heard from you in a while, babe. Anyway, apparently some guy wants to get a group of people together for an odd job and has the need of your talents. If you're interested, stop by the Jack of All Spades, it's a gambling den over in the Allentown area, round about 8:00pm tomorrow. If you're not interested, don't show up. Sounds like a smash and grab to me, but I'm not meeting with the Johnson! HA! Anyway, chica, keep your head above water and I'll talk to you on the flip side.
@Slash
This is Seras. Job oportunity in the works. Details: tomorrow at 8:00pm in the Jack of All Spades to meet with Mr. Johnson and varied others with necessary skills. Job to be executed within the week. Unknown pay scale. End transmission.
@Trace
The message waiting for you is a little surprising. You weren't specifically looking for work in the area, though you were open to the oportunity. The R&R time with your folks was getting on your nerves a little anyway. The message is short, but it seems to have come from the Johnson: [i]Mr. Trace. My name is Ms. Johnson. Through some of my contacts I have heard that you were in the area and I could use a mage of your talents and experience. If you're interested, meet me at the Jack of All Spades. It's a casino at 2305 Tilghman Street in Allentown. The time of the meet is 8:00pm tomorrow and you'll be meeting, hopefully, with five other individuals with varied skillsets that the team may need. If you're not interested, I've already forgotten this number.[i] Kinda makes you wonder who your folks were talking to ........
Full Version: IC: Fight Night
Ikarus receives and deletes the message around 5 PM the day before the meet and begins a simple search on the name "Jack of all Spades" then pulls up the Transit schedule for nearest stop and when/wehre he needs to hop on to make it with a little time to spare.
He then heads to the shelter to get in line for dinner, stepping over those that either don't move or can't move and finds a place to hunker down for the night out of the way of the bullies.
The next day he sits through the requisite speech from the priest that runs the shelter, gets in line for breakfast and heads out to work off a little aggression from the night before in the skate park. With time to spare he heads to the Y to take a shower and get to the meet.
He then heads to the shelter to get in line for dinner, stepping over those that either don't move or can't move and finds a place to hunker down for the night out of the way of the bullies.
The next day he sits through the requisite speech from the priest that runs the shelter, gets in line for breakfast and heads out to work off a little aggression from the night before in the skate park. With time to spare he heads to the Y to take a shower and get to the meet.
"Where's that at? I'm in if I can find the place," Corbin says. He hadn't been in town for more than a couple of months, and he was still finding it hard to know which way was which. The east coast had a way of laying things out that it difficult on him sometimes. Not that he wasn't originally from the east coast, but he'd spent some important years of his life on the west.
He checked on his gear and made sure he had his "meet clothes" ready to go, along with his standard package.
He checked on his gear and made sure he had his "meet clothes" ready to go, along with his standard package.
Lynx spends the day doing her usual. The next day she looks up the address to the casino in the phonebook. After a light dinner (cause casinos have cocktail peanuts that she can munch on), she heads over to the Jack of all Spades in her Ford Americar, arriving around 7:30pm. She brings her white noise generator, jammer and bug scanner, but no weapons.
@Corbin
Morgan gets back to you shorly: "The 'Spades? It's out on Tilghman Street. 23 Hundred block. You can't miss it. Just look for the neon."
@Lynx
You find the address with little difficulty in a Matrix Address Registry provided by VAT&T Yellow Book Pages. It's 2305 Tilghman Street, Allentown.
Morgan gets back to you shorly: "The 'Spades? It's out on Tilghman Street. 23 Hundred block. You can't miss it. Just look for the neon."
@Lynx
You find the address with little difficulty in a Matrix Address Registry provided by VAT&T Yellow Book Pages. It's 2305 Tilghman Street, Allentown.
Slash cleans out the message, and immediately calls up his decker chummer Freddy. "Hey Fred, I need a little bit of info from you, I've got a job offer to go down at the Jack of All Spades, I'd like an address for the place, as well as any info you can pick up on likely jobs." While waiting for a reply Slash draws his sword and begins to clean it.
@Ikarus
As you bend the matrix to your will, the data about the Jack comes back to you in just a few minutes. It looks like the Jack was established a few years ago by a young entrepeneur named Jimmy Lincoln. His polished smile glows out at you from the image of him standing in front of a dilapidated building in 2060. Since then, from the newspaper clippings that you found, it looks like he's bought property around the building and added additions to it into the surrounding lots. From what you can tell, he's something of a philanthropist and often gives moderate sums of money back to the surrounding community. Unlike other philanthropists of this day and age, it looks like he has no ulterior motive, because he generally seems to just give the money to the city as opposed to special intrest groups or corporations. The most recent picture of the building shows Jimmy and the "team" as he calls them (his employees you assume) in front of the Jack with a new, garish neon sign proclaiming the Jack to be the "The Original Allentown Casino."
As you bend the matrix to your will, the data about the Jack comes back to you in just a few minutes. It looks like the Jack was established a few years ago by a young entrepeneur named Jimmy Lincoln. His polished smile glows out at you from the image of him standing in front of a dilapidated building in 2060. Since then, from the newspaper clippings that you found, it looks like he's bought property around the building and added additions to it into the surrounding lots. From what you can tell, he's something of a philanthropist and often gives moderate sums of money back to the surrounding community. Unlike other philanthropists of this day and age, it looks like he has no ulterior motive, because he generally seems to just give the money to the city as opposed to special intrest groups or corporations. The most recent picture of the building shows Jimmy and the "team" as he calls them (his employees you assume) in front of the Jack with a new, garish neon sign proclaiming the Jack to be the "The Original Allentown Casino."
Corbin lays out his gear and very carefully picks among the items there. This wasn't a good part of town, but it wasn't a Z zone, either. Trouble would likely be armored, he decided, but not heavily. He moved a couple of pieces of gear around and settled on what he wanted.
That done, he realized that it was barely 1600 hours, the day before the meet. He had plenty of time to kill and took a walk down to the Stuffer Shack to get a map chip and some soykaff. The kaff was bad, but the chip turne dout quite helpful. After a while, he decided to head on down to the 'Spades and see what the place looked like, but he wasn't going unprepared.
He slid into an urban camoflauge outfit. It wasn't the most subtle thing in the world, but it also wasn't too far out of place. He belted on an underarm holster and slide an Predator into it, the small green plusses on the bottom of the clip showing it to be loaded with gel rounds. He dropped a silencer and a couple of spare clips into the pockets on his suit.
He fit another holster on his ankle, just above and partially inside his boot and holstered the Elan there. The weapon was small, but pretty likely to escape notice. A few pieces of electronics, most of it legal stuff, went into various pockets, and wires were run to his datajack and chipjack, both of which were set low on the back of his head.
He pulled an armored long coat on over top of it all and stuffed a shock glove into his pocket, just in case. He pulled the collar up to hide his implants and slid out the door to his Brumby and from there down to the 'Spades. By the time he got there it was around 2100 hours.
That done, he realized that it was barely 1600 hours, the day before the meet. He had plenty of time to kill and took a walk down to the Stuffer Shack to get a map chip and some soykaff. The kaff was bad, but the chip turne dout quite helpful. After a while, he decided to head on down to the 'Spades and see what the place looked like, but he wasn't going unprepared.
He slid into an urban camoflauge outfit. It wasn't the most subtle thing in the world, but it also wasn't too far out of place. He belted on an underarm holster and slide an Predator into it, the small green plusses on the bottom of the clip showing it to be loaded with gel rounds. He dropped a silencer and a couple of spare clips into the pockets on his suit.
He fit another holster on his ankle, just above and partially inside his boot and holstered the Elan there. The weapon was small, but pretty likely to escape notice. A few pieces of electronics, most of it legal stuff, went into various pockets, and wires were run to his datajack and chipjack, both of which were set low on the back of his head.
He pulled an armored long coat on over top of it all and stuffed a shock glove into his pocket, just in case. He pulled the collar up to hide his implants and slid out the door to his Brumby and from there down to the 'Spades. By the time he got there it was around 2100 hours.
@Slash
"I can get that for you. I'll call you when I have something for you."
Fred calls you back in about forty-five minues, "Slash. Fred. Got some information for you. The address was easy: 2305 Tilghman. Looks like the Jack is a casino style gambling establishment been around for a few years. Not too much special about it. No outstanding police involvement with the place and it doesn't look like there's been any major issues with the place. The mostly likely oportunity for a run might be against the Four Queens, assuming that the Jack is not just the meeting place. The Queens is another gambling joint that the Allentown Times reported was putting a hurting on the Jack's profits. Maybe it's a quick bash the competition kind of a thing. If you want more, I can probably spend a little bit more time -- maybe head inside the Jack's system if you'd like.
"I can get that for you. I'll call you when I have something for you."
Fred calls you back in about forty-five minues, "Slash. Fred. Got some information for you. The address was easy: 2305 Tilghman. Looks like the Jack is a casino style gambling establishment been around for a few years. Not too much special about it. No outstanding police involvement with the place and it doesn't look like there's been any major issues with the place. The mostly likely oportunity for a run might be against the Four Queens, assuming that the Jack is not just the meeting place. The Queens is another gambling joint that the Allentown Times reported was putting a hurting on the Jack's profits. Maybe it's a quick bash the competition kind of a thing. If you want more, I can probably spend a little bit more time -- maybe head inside the Jack's system if you'd like.
@Corbin
The Jack from the outside, is a wash of neon lights and color. The largest and most prominent sign proclaims the Jack to be the "Original Allentown Casino." The parking lot is about half full tonight and large enough to hold maybe 100 vehicles before the overflow would spill out into the street. At the door you see an obvious bouncer, human with a cyberarm that gives everyone a once over as they enter the establishment.
The Jack from the outside, is a wash of neon lights and color. The largest and most prominent sign proclaims the Jack to be the "Original Allentown Casino." The parking lot is about half full tonight and large enough to hold maybe 100 vehicles before the overflow would spill out into the street. At the door you see an obvious bouncer, human with a cyberarm that gives everyone a once over as they enter the establishment.
Slash stops cleaning his weapons when Fred calls back, "Thanks, but that's more than enough, i appreciate it. I'll be sure to keep in contact with you throughout the run if i need anything more specific." Upon the end of the conversation Slash, picks up his formfit armor, puts on his armor jacket and leaves his house. Stepping out into the night air he decides its a good night to take a walk around the town, after all, hopefully more cash will be coming his way soon
I had been home less than 48 hours when my parents decided to bring up old arguments. Why did you leave the Feds? Why don't you live here, why aren't you a cop. On and on my dad droned about how I was the family hope. As if the house they lived in and the car they drove wasn't provided by my money. Times had been tough, true. But I wasn't complaining.
Nope. I was at Clancie's drowning my sorrows in Jack Daniels. Six fraggin months in Seattle and not a job to show for it. Then the dream job. Ten kay a month and plenty of contacts. Only the boss was a psycho and playing both sides. Then that damn rent a cop had to go and get himself geeked. I washed the pain, and the memory, down with another shot of JD. It was then that Clancie handed me the note. I had been in here four, maybe five times in the past decade, my pops was a regular here so I figure it's for him, but it's for me, and it's business. I guess the shadows are alive and well in Penn State.
Nope. I was at Clancie's drowning my sorrows in Jack Daniels. Six fraggin months in Seattle and not a job to show for it. Then the dream job. Ten kay a month and plenty of contacts. Only the boss was a psycho and playing both sides. Then that damn rent a cop had to go and get himself geeked. I washed the pain, and the memory, down with another shot of JD. It was then that Clancie handed me the note. I had been in here four, maybe five times in the past decade, my pops was a regular here so I figure it's for him, but it's for me, and it's business. I guess the shadows are alive and well in Penn State.
@Corbin
As you watch the building from a distance, it looks like the people going in and out are of all metaraces and of all classes. It looks like everyone from gutter trash to socialites are welcome at the Jack of all Spades. Hell, it's all nuyen to the dealers. you think to yourself.
Moving closer, you watch the bouncer. He looks like he's mostly glancing at people as they walk by. He talks to a few of them, you can't make out what he's saying, but his face looks amiable and in the case of some people, he seems to recognize them. He's probably on duty all the time.
What the hell, you think to yourself. I can get past this guy. Dropping most of your gear in the car but keeping the shock glove in the pocket of your jeans. Heading towards the door, the doorman gives you a once over nods and says, "Welcome to the Jack, newcomer. Bathrooms are on the back wall, the further in you go, the higher the stakes become. Enjoy your stay and come again." The speech has the speed of frequent use, but he seems to be genuinely happy to invite you in.
Stepping inside, you're assaulted by a wash of warm colors, light, and noise. The general decor of the room seems to be orange. The walls and floor are slightly different shades, though. There are mirrors on columns above the slot machines located in strategic patterns to confuse people attempting to leave the casino and lull them into spending more nuyen.
Wandering through the casino, you see what the doorman meant. As you move further into the building, the slot machines turn into blackjack tables, then into pocker, craps, roulette, and other card games that you don't recognize. The ante goes up as the games get more chancey as well.
Spending sometime wandering through the tables and the slots, you bet on a few spins of the roulette wheel and actually come out ahead by 129
! Taking your winnings and smiling to yourself you begin to find your way back outside, confident that you'll be able to get around the building again when you get back here tomorrow night. Headnig back to your Brumby, you hop inside and head back to your apartment feeling prepared for the meet tomorrow night.
As you watch the building from a distance, it looks like the people going in and out are of all metaraces and of all classes. It looks like everyone from gutter trash to socialites are welcome at the Jack of all Spades. Hell, it's all nuyen to the dealers. you think to yourself.
Moving closer, you watch the bouncer. He looks like he's mostly glancing at people as they walk by. He talks to a few of them, you can't make out what he's saying, but his face looks amiable and in the case of some people, he seems to recognize them. He's probably on duty all the time.
What the hell, you think to yourself. I can get past this guy. Dropping most of your gear in the car but keeping the shock glove in the pocket of your jeans. Heading towards the door, the doorman gives you a once over nods and says, "Welcome to the Jack, newcomer. Bathrooms are on the back wall, the further in you go, the higher the stakes become. Enjoy your stay and come again." The speech has the speed of frequent use, but he seems to be genuinely happy to invite you in.
Stepping inside, you're assaulted by a wash of warm colors, light, and noise. The general decor of the room seems to be orange. The walls and floor are slightly different shades, though. There are mirrors on columns above the slot machines located in strategic patterns to confuse people attempting to leave the casino and lull them into spending more nuyen.
Wandering through the casino, you see what the doorman meant. As you move further into the building, the slot machines turn into blackjack tables, then into pocker, craps, roulette, and other card games that you don't recognize. The ante goes up as the games get more chancey as well.
Spending sometime wandering through the tables and the slots, you bet on a few spins of the roulette wheel and actually come out ahead by 129
! Taking your winnings and smiling to yourself you begin to find your way back outside, confident that you'll be able to get around the building again when you get back here tomorrow night. Headnig back to your Brumby, you hop inside and head back to your apartment feeling prepared for the meet tomorrow night.
The night was chill, like a good claret. He scanned the crowd, smoothed his immaculate hair and straightened the lines of his suit. Winking at the doorman the elf strode into the casino. Little did the crowd know that this sexy elf was the famous shadowrunner Hellcow on the eve of a new mission.
....Ran 'zanders inner dialogue. The elf struts over to the doorman, smiles, and walks in. If this is a popular local meeting place I probably know the guy well. He'll look around, subconsciously posing, probably noticing a few runners he's worked with once (or just heard about).
Hmm. Maybe I shoulda asked Fin exactlly who i'm meeting......
Zander activates his wrist phone and pages Finwe with his Pocket Secretary (Encrypt3) number, then turns off the wrist phone and activates the Secretary.
He's left his guns in the bike compartment (can I assume a decent lock?). Also has Martial Arts and Popular Culture slotted. I'd like to use Clubbing and/or Popular Culture to remember what I know about this place?
Sorry guys, i'm gonna have to post more substantially tomorow evening. I just got off a 16 and gotta be back at 6.
....Ran 'zanders inner dialogue. The elf struts over to the doorman, smiles, and walks in. If this is a popular local meeting place I probably know the guy well. He'll look around, subconsciously posing, probably noticing a few runners he's worked with once (or just heard about).
Hmm. Maybe I shoulda asked Fin exactlly who i'm meeting......
Zander activates his wrist phone and pages Finwe with his Pocket Secretary (Encrypt3) number, then turns off the wrist phone and activates the Secretary.
He's left his guns in the bike compartment (can I assume a decent lock?). Also has Martial Arts and Popular Culture slotted. I'd like to use Clubbing and/or Popular Culture to remember what I know about this place?
Sorry guys, i'm gonna have to post more substantially tomorow evening. I just got off a 16 and gotta be back at 6.
As time goes by, Slash will wander back to his home, taking care to check his weapons, and his home upon entry. After shrugging off the armor jacket he puts on a piece of fine clothing and mutters to himself, "I've got a few nuyen waiting to be spent," gets onto his Blitzen and heads towards the casino, stopping at a reputable parking garage somewhere near the casino and walking from there. When he reaches the casino he walks up to the doorman, waiting to be shown in.
Feeling satisfied, Corbin takes the long way home and bunks down for the night. He decides to do a full equipment check, first thing in the morning and most of the day, before heading back to the casino for the meet.
"Well, damn," I swore, holding that last glass of JD. I never drank when I worked, and it looked like I was back on the job. I thanked Clancie for the note and headed home. The folks place was up on Barbarie street and it was only a few blocks. I mentally catalogued what I had with me. A couple of foci for casting, my armor, and of course my black suit. I still had two fire elementals on call, and that could come in handy, though I would hate to use them considering the cost.
I looked up and realized I was home. My chrono said it was 0130 so I figured my folks would be sound a sleep. It was a safe bet. I sacked out on the couch and settled in for some rest. A job would be good, it would get my mind off recent events.
I looked up and realized I was home. My chrono said it was 0130 so I figured my folks would be sound a sleep. It was a safe bet. I sacked out on the couch and settled in for some rest. A job would be good, it would get my mind off recent events.
@Slash and Hellcow
As you case the joint, you see basically the same layout and structure as I told Corbin about. Neither of you are approached or recognized as far as you can tell, nor does anyone seem to be paying too much attention to you. You both gamble a little to get the lay of the land but end up breaking even and calling it a night.
As you case the joint, you see basically the same layout and structure as I told Corbin about. Neither of you are approached or recognized as far as you can tell, nor does anyone seem to be paying too much attention to you. You both gamble a little to get the lay of the land but end up breaking even and calling it a night.
I checked my watch, seven thirty, I was early. My mind recalled the last time I was early. I got the business end of a troll finger telling me to wait. Somehow I didn't think I will get the same treatment here. Everyone who looks like they could afford to lose is let in. On second thought I may have some trouble. I straitened my thin black tie on my old black suit and walked for the door. The line extended around the building. Lots of young women in skimpy close, and men trying to impress them.
I was getting old. The bouncer lifted his hand to stop me, it was massive. I held up mine, and in the best cop voice I could muster, "I'm here on biz,". He obviously was expecting me, so I breezed by him. Seeing all the women reminded me how long it had been since I had felt the touch of anything warm, other than a fire elemental anyways. There had been possibilities in Seattle, but I had to buzz turbo and I woudn't be back there for at least a month. Still, I have her number.
The impression of it remained on my hand, that and the moist way her lips said my name. Get over it Trace, and focus. Focus right, I had more crap running through my brain then a cow.
I looked around and found a table, not to far from the door, hopefully it would be obvious to whomever invited me here, that I was indeed there. Oh that was brilliant Trace.
I was getting old. The bouncer lifted his hand to stop me, it was massive. I held up mine, and in the best cop voice I could muster, "I'm here on biz,". He obviously was expecting me, so I breezed by him. Seeing all the women reminded me how long it had been since I had felt the touch of anything warm, other than a fire elemental anyways. There had been possibilities in Seattle, but I had to buzz turbo and I woudn't be back there for at least a month. Still, I have her number.
The impression of it remained on my hand, that and the moist way her lips said my name. Get over it Trace, and focus. Focus right, I had more crap running through my brain then a cow.
I looked around and found a table, not to far from the door, hopefully it would be obvious to whomever invited me here, that I was indeed there. Oh that was brilliant Trace.
Corbin heads in on the night of the meet and lets slip the code words, wondering where the meet itself will take place as he does so. Tonight, he's not wearing the human makeup and wears his long coat as armor in place of camo gear.
@Hellcow
Arriving at the Jack of All Spades around 5:00pm you saunter into the room and look around. Nothing seems to have changed from the night before. Hell, the doorman/bouncer is still the same guy. Seeing an advertisement for Drucilla, the Sweet LIVE ON STAGE! you decide to catch her show. After a nondescript and hard to remember opening comedian, Drucilla arrives on stage and her vocal performance is actually not bad, for an ork.
During the show, a waiter takes your order for dinner. Upon returning with the dessert menu, he also drops off a small, hand written note that reads, "Thank you for coming. Please meet me upstairs. Show this note to the gentleman seated in front of the staircase at the back of the second room (the one with the craps tables) and he'll let you through." It's signed, "Mr. Johnson."
Heading back and looking for the staircase mentioned in the note, you find it without too much difficulty, but wince it's still only around 6:30 and you have a while to go, you get pulled towards the craps tables and decide to try your lucl.
@Shadow
Finding a table near a table with three energetic young humans playing blackjack, you watch them idly for a while, living vicariously through their game. In a short amount of time, a rather attractive young woman wearing next to nothing (and what she is wearing covered entirely in glitter) approaches you and hands you a small note. She also asks if you want anything to drink.
The note reads, "Thank you for coming. An associate of mine in the Seattle area mentioned that you had decided to spend some time on the other side of the continent. I hope that your decision will be lucrative for yourself as it will be convenient for myself. Please join me, when you finish your drink (on me), upstairs. If you turn around from where you're seated, you'll see a staircase with a gentleman seated next to it. Show him this note and he'll let you through." It's signed, "Mr. Johnson."
@Lynx
Sliding your way into the casino and returning the doorman's leer, you shimmy your way to the bar and order a Mimosa. The drink takes a bit longer to arrive than you would have expected, but all becomes clear when it does. The bartender hands you the orange, fizzy drink as well as a note: "My dear, thank you so much for coming. I look forward to meeting with you upstairs. If you look to your left, at the end of the bar is the doorway. Through the door and on your left will be a staircase before which a man sits. Show the gentleman this note and he'll let you pass. Enjoy your drink, Mimosa's are one of my favorites as well." It's signed, as the others are, "Mr. Johnson."
@Corbin
Before you as your enter the casino is a young, attractive woman. The doorman obviously enjoys examining her as she moves through the door. He smiles at you with a knowing wink as you move by him. As it always does, the weight of your concealed hold-out seems to grow slightly as you move by the bouncer, but he doesn't react at all to your passing and you breathe a slight sigh of relief as you pass through the door and into the garish orange light of the casino's first room.
Glancing around, you see the woman head to the bar and catch the 'tender's attention. Starting to follow, you decide against it, this is business after all. Looking around you see a few empty tables. You sit down and begin to watch the crowd. A few moments later a dealer approaches you, "You want to see a trick?" Shruging your shoulders, you nod. Going through the normal routine, the dealer has you pick a card, and show it to the people around you. A crowd begins to grow in anticipation of the results. You show it around; it's the two of diamonds. The dealer places the deck on the table and has a few other people shuffle the cards, paying careful attention to the way they do it. He picks up the deck, cuts the cards and then turns the top one to .... the two of diamonds. The crowd claps and begins to disperse. He turns to you and grins, "Couldn't resist the practice. Here," he says, handing you a note, "this is for you." He moves away before you can ask where it came from.
The note reads: "Don't mind Alex. He does that trick for everyone. I thank you for coming and hope that you'll meet me upstairs shortly. A few of my other guests for the evening have arrived and I hope that our meeting will become lucrative for you while it becomes useful to me. If you wish to meet, please head out the door to your right and into the second room. There, against the far wall you'll see a staircase. Show this note to the gentleman and he'll let you pass." It's signed, "Mr. Johnson."
@Ikarus
You skate up the the front door, pulling your board up and grabbing it with you hand, expertly lifting it under your arm as you jump over the curb and land on your feet. Walking up to the door, the doorman moves to get in your way, "Sorry son, can't bring the board into the casino. But, if you want ...." he pauses, and he looks past you as if he's listening to or looking at something else. He nods once and continues, "Nevermind. Boss says you can bring it in. Also told me to tell you to head straight into the second room and make a left. Go up to the guy at the staircase and tell Bob that you're the kid who can bring in the skateboard and he'll let you by." He turns away and begins to examine the people behind you in line.
@All but Slash
At your own paces you head towards the staircase. As you do, the gentleman seated before it moves to stand. He individually bars your way until you show him the letter. The stair case is long, winding back and forth going up two stories before coming to and end inside a large office. The walls are almost entirely covered with vidscreens showing different views of the club downstairs. You can see almost every angle in everyroom and it becomes clear how the Johnson knew so much about your individual movements and locations. The room is lit from soft, overhead, hanging lights and in the most well lit pool sits six chairs. Before the chairs is an empty desk with folders on top of it.
@Slash
You watch across the street as people move into the club. Watching the doorman, you're not sure if the blades going to work, but you decide to give it ago. Getting in line behind an elven couple, you shuffle your way forward, but when you arrive at the door, the doorman steps in front of you, "No weapons in the club, neighbor. If you give it to me, I'll put it in the safe," he gestures to a locked door behind his chair, "and you can collect it with this tab later. Sound good?"
Arriving at the Jack of All Spades around 5:00pm you saunter into the room and look around. Nothing seems to have changed from the night before. Hell, the doorman/bouncer is still the same guy. Seeing an advertisement for Drucilla, the Sweet LIVE ON STAGE! you decide to catch her show. After a nondescript and hard to remember opening comedian, Drucilla arrives on stage and her vocal performance is actually not bad, for an ork.
During the show, a waiter takes your order for dinner. Upon returning with the dessert menu, he also drops off a small, hand written note that reads, "Thank you for coming. Please meet me upstairs. Show this note to the gentleman seated in front of the staircase at the back of the second room (the one with the craps tables) and he'll let you through." It's signed, "Mr. Johnson."
Heading back and looking for the staircase mentioned in the note, you find it without too much difficulty, but wince it's still only around 6:30 and you have a while to go, you get pulled towards the craps tables and decide to try your lucl.
@Shadow
Finding a table near a table with three energetic young humans playing blackjack, you watch them idly for a while, living vicariously through their game. In a short amount of time, a rather attractive young woman wearing next to nothing (and what she is wearing covered entirely in glitter) approaches you and hands you a small note. She also asks if you want anything to drink.
The note reads, "Thank you for coming. An associate of mine in the Seattle area mentioned that you had decided to spend some time on the other side of the continent. I hope that your decision will be lucrative for yourself as it will be convenient for myself. Please join me, when you finish your drink (on me), upstairs. If you turn around from where you're seated, you'll see a staircase with a gentleman seated next to it. Show him this note and he'll let you through." It's signed, "Mr. Johnson."
@Lynx
Sliding your way into the casino and returning the doorman's leer, you shimmy your way to the bar and order a Mimosa. The drink takes a bit longer to arrive than you would have expected, but all becomes clear when it does. The bartender hands you the orange, fizzy drink as well as a note: "My dear, thank you so much for coming. I look forward to meeting with you upstairs. If you look to your left, at the end of the bar is the doorway. Through the door and on your left will be a staircase before which a man sits. Show the gentleman this note and he'll let you pass. Enjoy your drink, Mimosa's are one of my favorites as well." It's signed, as the others are, "Mr. Johnson."
@Corbin
Before you as your enter the casino is a young, attractive woman. The doorman obviously enjoys examining her as she moves through the door. He smiles at you with a knowing wink as you move by him. As it always does, the weight of your concealed hold-out seems to grow slightly as you move by the bouncer, but he doesn't react at all to your passing and you breathe a slight sigh of relief as you pass through the door and into the garish orange light of the casino's first room.
Glancing around, you see the woman head to the bar and catch the 'tender's attention. Starting to follow, you decide against it, this is business after all. Looking around you see a few empty tables. You sit down and begin to watch the crowd. A few moments later a dealer approaches you, "You want to see a trick?" Shruging your shoulders, you nod. Going through the normal routine, the dealer has you pick a card, and show it to the people around you. A crowd begins to grow in anticipation of the results. You show it around; it's the two of diamonds. The dealer places the deck on the table and has a few other people shuffle the cards, paying careful attention to the way they do it. He picks up the deck, cuts the cards and then turns the top one to .... the two of diamonds. The crowd claps and begins to disperse. He turns to you and grins, "Couldn't resist the practice. Here," he says, handing you a note, "this is for you." He moves away before you can ask where it came from.
The note reads: "Don't mind Alex. He does that trick for everyone. I thank you for coming and hope that you'll meet me upstairs shortly. A few of my other guests for the evening have arrived and I hope that our meeting will become lucrative for you while it becomes useful to me. If you wish to meet, please head out the door to your right and into the second room. There, against the far wall you'll see a staircase. Show this note to the gentleman and he'll let you pass." It's signed, "Mr. Johnson."
@Ikarus
You skate up the the front door, pulling your board up and grabbing it with you hand, expertly lifting it under your arm as you jump over the curb and land on your feet. Walking up to the door, the doorman moves to get in your way, "Sorry son, can't bring the board into the casino. But, if you want ...." he pauses, and he looks past you as if he's listening to or looking at something else. He nods once and continues, "Nevermind. Boss says you can bring it in. Also told me to tell you to head straight into the second room and make a left. Go up to the guy at the staircase and tell Bob that you're the kid who can bring in the skateboard and he'll let you by." He turns away and begins to examine the people behind you in line.
@All but Slash
At your own paces you head towards the staircase. As you do, the gentleman seated before it moves to stand. He individually bars your way until you show him the letter. The stair case is long, winding back and forth going up two stories before coming to and end inside a large office. The walls are almost entirely covered with vidscreens showing different views of the club downstairs. You can see almost every angle in everyroom and it becomes clear how the Johnson knew so much about your individual movements and locations. The room is lit from soft, overhead, hanging lights and in the most well lit pool sits six chairs. Before the chairs is an empty desk with folders on top of it.
@Slash
You watch across the street as people move into the club. Watching the doorman, you're not sure if the blades going to work, but you decide to give it ago. Getting in line behind an elven couple, you shuffle your way forward, but when you arrive at the door, the doorman steps in front of you, "No weapons in the club, neighbor. If you give it to me, I'll put it in the safe," he gestures to a locked door behind his chair, "and you can collect it with this tab later. Sound good?"
Slash just shrugs about the Sword, "Ok Sword's all yours but make sure I get it back when I leave." He then promptly hurries into the club.
@Slash
The doorman hands you a tab with the number 34 on it and ties a similar tab round the hilt of your blade. You see him running a passkey through the maglock on the safe as you enter the club. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you see it's only a few minutes to 8:00! Hoping you can figure out where to go, you're startled when a well dressed human man approaches you and extends his hand to shake yours. "And you must be Slash. My name is Mr. Johnson. The others have already arrived and should, by now, be waiting upstairs for us. Would you like a drink before we get down to business?"
The doorman hands you a tab with the number 34 on it and ties a similar tab round the hilt of your blade. You see him running a passkey through the maglock on the safe as you enter the club. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you see it's only a few minutes to 8:00! Hoping you can figure out where to go, you're startled when a well dressed human man approaches you and extends his hand to shake yours. "And you must be Slash. My name is Mr. Johnson. The others have already arrived and should, by now, be waiting upstairs for us. Would you like a drink before we get down to business?"
Slash shakes Mr. Johnson's hand, "no thank you the drink is not necessary, and I apologize for my tardiness." He then follows the Johnson up the stairs to the meet.
@Slash
The Johnson firmly shakes your hand, "Tardiness ... why, you have two minutes left by my watch. That makes you on time." He smiles, and you almost expect a glimmer and a ting sound to occur. He releases your hand after holding for just a few moments longer than you would have expected and then indicates that you should follow him.
He heads into a second room and then over towards a staircase, "Hi Bob," he says to the man seated by the staircase. He motions for you to lead and makes a gesture while looking at an omnidirectional camera in the ceiling above the staircase before following you up.
@All
A few moments after you all arrive in the room, an ork comes through to door followed by a well dressed man. He's of average height and build, and to your best attempts at visually searching him, does not appear to be armed in anyway. As he enters, he says, "Walls, close." and the vidscreens are sheilded by a faux-wood panel that slides in from the ceiling, "Just so we won't be interrupted. Ah," he says, as a mishapen dwarf enters the room. He stands normal height for a dwarf, but the feathers on the top of his head label him a changeling for all to see. He glances around, challenging anyone to make a comment, before seating himself next to the desk. The well-dressed man moves around to each of you, shaking your hand, thanking you for coming, and giving you his award-winning smile before seating himself at the desk, arranging the folders for a few moments, before looking up and stating, "My name is Mr. Johnson."
The Johnson firmly shakes your hand, "Tardiness ... why, you have two minutes left by my watch. That makes you on time." He smiles, and you almost expect a glimmer and a ting sound to occur. He releases your hand after holding for just a few moments longer than you would have expected and then indicates that you should follow him.
He heads into a second room and then over towards a staircase, "Hi Bob," he says to the man seated by the staircase. He motions for you to lead and makes a gesture while looking at an omnidirectional camera in the ceiling above the staircase before following you up.
@All
A few moments after you all arrive in the room, an ork comes through to door followed by a well dressed man. He's of average height and build, and to your best attempts at visually searching him, does not appear to be armed in anyway. As he enters, he says, "Walls, close." and the vidscreens are sheilded by a faux-wood panel that slides in from the ceiling, "Just so we won't be interrupted. Ah," he says, as a mishapen dwarf enters the room. He stands normal height for a dwarf, but the feathers on the top of his head label him a changeling for all to see. He glances around, challenging anyone to make a comment, before seating himself next to the desk. The well-dressed man moves around to each of you, shaking your hand, thanking you for coming, and giving you his award-winning smile before seating himself at the desk, arranging the folders for a few moments, before looking up and stating, "My name is Mr. Johnson."
Hellcow straightens the lines of his V-Island suit, sits, and crosses his legs.
"So.....My people tell me you have a job that requires the subtlety of the SINless? Well, if you were looking for vastly experienced, competent shadowrunners.....you've spoken to the right people."
Hellcow gives a dazzling grin as his eyes pan across the other runners.
"I go by 'Hellcow'. Pleasure to meet you gentlemen."
"So.....My people tell me you have a job that requires the subtlety of the SINless? Well, if you were looking for vastly experienced, competent shadowrunners.....you've spoken to the right people."
Hellcow gives a dazzling grin as his eyes pan across the other runners.
"I go by 'Hellcow'. Pleasure to meet you gentlemen."
"Name's Slash, I provide close in combat with a blade or Rifle. I hope we can come to an arangement that is mutually beneficial, namely you pay me and I get rid of one of your headaches."
Corbin ignores the Johnson at first, focusing his attention on the ork and dwarf. The two of them were apparently backup or muscle, and if this were a trap, they were likely the teeth.
As the Johnson settled in, he relaxed a little and introduced himself. "Name's Corbin. I dabble in a lot of things, I guess."
He doesn't offer a more explicit description of his skills but rather sits back and listenes intently to what others have to say.
As the Johnson settled in, he relaxed a little and introduced himself. "Name's Corbin. I dabble in a lot of things, I guess."
He doesn't offer a more explicit description of his skills but rather sits back and listenes intently to what others have to say.
"I'm Lynx...B&E specialist," she introduces herself, eyeing Hellcow to make sure he doesn't mistake her for a gentleman again. Just to be sure she removes her long coat and hangs it over the back of the chair, it was getting warm in the room anyway. With the form fitting body armor, now there's no denying that she's all woman.
Still with her drink in hand, she thinks how much this Johnson reminds her of the man who sold her her Ford Americar. She nurses the drink through the meet careful not to let it go to her head. She pulls a small pad of paper and a pen out of her long coat jacket pocket in case she needs it.
Still with her drink in hand, she thinks how much this Johnson reminds her of the man who sold her her Ford Americar. She nurses the drink through the meet careful not to let it go to her head. She pulls a small pad of paper and a pen out of her long coat jacket pocket in case she needs it.
@All
Nodding toward Hellcow, the Johnson flashes his smile and continues. "You are correct. A certain prospect has come to my attention in which the skills that I cannot ... officially ... bring to bear may become more than useful. This prospect involves the infiltration of a public location during an upcoming event and the removal of what is almost certainly a large sum of nuyen -- electronic and physical, if available.
Nodding toward Hellcow, the Johnson flashes his smile and continues. "You are correct. A certain prospect has come to my attention in which the skills that I cannot ... officially ... bring to bear may become more than useful. This prospect involves the infiltration of a public location during an upcoming event and the removal of what is almost certainly a large sum of nuyen -- electronic and physical, if available.
"I'm Ikarus, you can call me Ick if you like, won't bother me none. I'm your codeslinger. Not much inthe way of a fighter though, so I'd appreciate company when the time arrises."
I seated myself casually in front of the desk, and as usual, kept my trap shut till I was certain what the drek I had gotten myself into this time.
"My name is Mr. Johnson."
I never would have guessed. These guys were running off at the mouth like I really cared about their personal lives. What the hell kind of name is Hellcow? Well he seemed competent enough so I let it slide. I sent a nod to Corbin, he seemed experienced, keep the meet simple, don't let the Johnson in on your personal life, he doesn't need to know.
"This prospect involves the infiltration of a public location during an upcoming event and the removal of what is almost certainly a large sum of nuyen -- electronic and physical, if available."
A good old fashion heist. Great, if theres large sums of money, that means large sums of guards. At least Lynx seemed like she could handle herself, nice move she did with the coat. Let that idiot know that she heard him, definitely a woman. I stole one more glance at the very feminine form and turned to the Johnson.
"Trace." I said cooly, I always felt short and simple was best.
"Break it down for us, specifically, every goal you want achieved, and when and how you want it done. The more clear you are now, the better we can do our job."
"My name is Mr. Johnson."
I never would have guessed. These guys were running off at the mouth like I really cared about their personal lives. What the hell kind of name is Hellcow? Well he seemed competent enough so I let it slide. I sent a nod to Corbin, he seemed experienced, keep the meet simple, don't let the Johnson in on your personal life, he doesn't need to know.
"This prospect involves the infiltration of a public location during an upcoming event and the removal of what is almost certainly a large sum of nuyen -- electronic and physical, if available."
A good old fashion heist. Great, if theres large sums of money, that means large sums of guards. At least Lynx seemed like she could handle herself, nice move she did with the coat. Let that idiot know that she heard him, definitely a woman. I stole one more glance at the very feminine form and turned to the Johnson.
"Trace." I said cooly, I always felt short and simple was best.
"Break it down for us, specifically, every goal you want achieved, and when and how you want it done. The more clear you are now, the better we can do our job."
Lynx smiled broadly when she heard the job. This was right up her ally. She took another small sip of her drink and readied her pencil to take down the details the man named trace had asked for. He was straight forward and all business...she liked that.
Corbin's eyebrows rise. The prospect of knocking something over would have to be a good one for Shadowrunners to come into the deal. "The real question is, if the target is cash, how much of that is going to be ours if we take on this task?"
@All
The Johnson nods to Trace but holds one finger up when Corbin asks his question, indicating to Trace to hold on a moment, "The exact percentage of the nuyen in question that will be yours is up for negotiation, but we can get to that phase of our little meeting here when the appropriate time comes."
Turning back to Trace with a careful, shielded glance at Lynx, the Johnson pauses for a moment, tapping his lower lip with his forefinger, collecting his thoughts, "The cash will only be located at this "public location" for a brief period of time this coming Friday, one week from today. Actually, pretty much one week from right now. The "public location" in question is the Grace Gymnasium in Bethlehem. The time in question is during the championship bare-knuckles boxing match between Mickey "The Monster" Muldoon and Hurricane Harry, the Beast of the East."
"Usually, on any given fight night, the vault and/or computers at Grace only have a few tens of thousands of nuyen on hand to cover the bookies. Since betting on unliscenced boxing has no real insurance measures, they need the cash on hand to cover all bets and the odds. However, next friday, during the championship match, there stands to be quite a bit more money located at Grace in order to cover the anticipated larger amount of betting that the title fight will entail. Not to mention the three preceeding fights, the bets for which also need to be covered."
"That's where you come in."
The Johnson nods to Trace but holds one finger up when Corbin asks his question, indicating to Trace to hold on a moment, "The exact percentage of the nuyen in question that will be yours is up for negotiation, but we can get to that phase of our little meeting here when the appropriate time comes."
Turning back to Trace with a careful, shielded glance at Lynx, the Johnson pauses for a moment, tapping his lower lip with his forefinger, collecting his thoughts, "The cash will only be located at this "public location" for a brief period of time this coming Friday, one week from today. Actually, pretty much one week from right now. The "public location" in question is the Grace Gymnasium in Bethlehem. The time in question is during the championship bare-knuckles boxing match between Mickey "The Monster" Muldoon and Hurricane Harry, the Beast of the East."
"Usually, on any given fight night, the vault and/or computers at Grace only have a few tens of thousands of nuyen on hand to cover the bookies. Since betting on unliscenced boxing has no real insurance measures, they need the cash on hand to cover all bets and the odds. However, next friday, during the championship match, there stands to be quite a bit more money located at Grace in order to cover the anticipated larger amount of betting that the title fight will entail. Not to mention the three preceeding fights, the bets for which also need to be covered."
"That's where you come in."
Ikarus looks around, "So, is this cash held in electronic format in a host or in the form of certified cred in loose sticks?"
@All
"The electronic cash is, as far as I can tell, held inside a secure host accessible only from within the building."
"The electronic cash is, as far as I can tell, held inside a secure host accessible only from within the building."
A slow smile crosses Ikarus's face, "Sounds like fun: see a little boxing, take a little nuyen, and slot before anyone cashes their chits."
I sat back and waited, there's always more. The Johnson never tells you all of it on the first run. They like to feel as if they have the power and spoon feed you the information. It makes them feel big. Normally, I am all for this, let them put themselves on ease, let them underestimate me. But lately my moods have been sour, to say the least.
"So you want us to break in, get our Decker in," I waived my hands in the air, pointing at just about everyone, cause I had no clue who the Decker was, "transfer the money to another account, and get out. Do you have this other account?"
"So you want us to break in, get our Decker in," I waived my hands in the air, pointing at just about everyone, cause I had no clue who the Decker was, "transfer the money to another account, and get out. Do you have this other account?"
"So it's a basic smash and grab...get in, get all of the electronic and physical nuyen, and get out," she paraphrases and breaks into a grin. "My kind of run."
"Do you have maps available of the premises in question, or is that something we need to find ourselves?"
"Do you have maps available of the premises in question, or is that something we need to find ourselves?"
Corbin listens to others ask questions he also has, but adds his own, "And what kind of security is on the place? Who is providing it? Things like this usually screen for weapons, but I'm not sure if we're talking a look see or a cavity search. Big difference in the two."
Ikarus chuckled slightly as the gestures flew about, "I don't know if I'd use the phrase 'Decker' but that seems to be the general idea. That'd be me, if you didn't guess."
| QUOTE (TinkerGnome @ Jun 1 2004, 02:17 PM) |
| Corbin listens to others ask questions he also has, but adds his own, "And what kind of security is on the place? Who is providing it? Things like this usually screen for weapons, but I'm not sure if we're talking a look see or a cavity search. Big difference in the two." |
Hellcow nods at what Corbin says.
"On that note, who runs these fights? Are there any others going on before next friday? Might be nice to case the place. If you have a map of the building on file, i'd love to slot it. Neighborhood too."
Hellcow eyes Lynx's armor, wondering if it really is form fitted, or one of Hane's new push-up kevlar line...
"What about cash up front, for equipment, transportation and such?"
Hellcow went down the list....Damn! He knew he was missing a few good questions. Shoulda watched MegaCorp Hunter IV and Death Wish 37 last night instead of taking that nap.
Slash sits up a little higher in his seat. "I'm all in for the heist, and can provide plenty of cover for our "codeslinger". Do you have anything else that you would like to have extracted, or just enough Nuyen so that the fight breaks up into a riot that is shut down by Lonestar or whatever local policing force is there."
Slash positions himself intentionally so as to avert his gaze from Lynx's form, muttering something about Hellcows lack of honor for those near him or with amplified hearing.
Slash positions himself intentionally so as to avert his gaze from Lynx's form, muttering something about Hellcows lack of honor for those near him or with amplified hearing.
@All
The Johnson answers your questions as then come in at him.
"I do have a second account, Trace, and would provide you that account upon acceptance of my job. Considering the maps, my dear Lynx, I can make partial maps available to you made by members of my organization. They were not able to get into all locations, but with your skills, I trust the maglocks won't be a problem for you."
Turning to Corbin, he thinks carefully before answering, "Usually the security around Grace Gym is it's own. There have a small team of "professionals" that provide security for the public gym on the third floor and act as bouncers and roving security for fight nights as well. In the past, for when high caliber fighters were in town, other security was hired of the shadow and non-shadow variety alike. I would doubt they'd want a full cavity search, but a pat down or hand held scan may not be out of the picture."
He looks to Hellcow as he asks his questions, "The fights are run by the managers of the boxers, generally. When there's a few fights at one time, sometimes the managers work together and split profits, etc. It's not exactly liscenced boxing where there's a league to do all the bookkeepping for the managers, you know? I don't know if there are other fights between now and a week from now, however the public gym on the third floor would be open during business hours. I don't have maps of the building on file, but," he pats the folders in front of him, "I do have hardcopy maps made by my people available."
"Just the money, Slash, just the money," he answers in response to the question asked about other extraction targets.
"If there are no more questions, I think I'll need your verbal agreement to perform the services as described. At that time I'll make available to you the account number into which the funds maybe transferred and the maps of the building that I was able to procure." He pauses for a moment, "Oh, while we're on the topic, if there is physical scrip located at the fight, that can be brought here for laundering. Your percentage would be for the total amount, cred and scrip, that you are able to steal from the fight."
The Johnson answers your questions as then come in at him.
"I do have a second account, Trace, and would provide you that account upon acceptance of my job. Considering the maps, my dear Lynx, I can make partial maps available to you made by members of my organization. They were not able to get into all locations, but with your skills, I trust the maglocks won't be a problem for you."
Turning to Corbin, he thinks carefully before answering, "Usually the security around Grace Gym is it's own. There have a small team of "professionals" that provide security for the public gym on the third floor and act as bouncers and roving security for fight nights as well. In the past, for when high caliber fighters were in town, other security was hired of the shadow and non-shadow variety alike. I would doubt they'd want a full cavity search, but a pat down or hand held scan may not be out of the picture."
He looks to Hellcow as he asks his questions, "The fights are run by the managers of the boxers, generally. When there's a few fights at one time, sometimes the managers work together and split profits, etc. It's not exactly liscenced boxing where there's a league to do all the bookkeepping for the managers, you know? I don't know if there are other fights between now and a week from now, however the public gym on the third floor would be open during business hours. I don't have maps of the building on file, but," he pats the folders in front of him, "I do have hardcopy maps made by my people available."
"Just the money, Slash, just the money," he answers in response to the question asked about other extraction targets.
"If there are no more questions, I think I'll need your verbal agreement to perform the services as described. At that time I'll make available to you the account number into which the funds maybe transferred and the maps of the building that I was able to procure." He pauses for a moment, "Oh, while we're on the topic, if there is physical scrip located at the fight, that can be brought here for laundering. Your percentage would be for the total amount, cred and scrip, that you are able to steal from the fight."
Lynx considers a moment before answering. She doesn't want to sound too hasty, but this job is in her field of expertise and the money to be had sounds like it could be significant. After what she feels is an ample pause she says, "I'm in."
Slash sits considering for just a brief moment then says, "I'm in."
Decisions, decisions. It wasn't hard to make this one.
"I'm in."
"I'm in."
@All
The Johnson smiles at each person as the accept his offer. "Okay then, here's what I have," he comments handing you each one of the folders on the desk. Inside there are two maps, hand drawn and without any form of legend. The first map shows the first floor of the gymnasium complex and the other is the second floor.
He pauses for a moment letting you look at the maps before continuing, "The red doors on the first floor are big double doors for going in and out of the building. The blue box by the front door is the ticket seller. When my man was there, there was also one uniformed guard in the ticket area seated to the left of the door behind the ticket booth. The light green doors are normal doors, maglocks with no slots or sequencers, so they must be locked and unlocked from a central location. The purple doors are either fire doors or security doors. Both have maglocks on them, and the internal security doors were guarded by, at least, cameras."
"Now, if you would, turn to the second floor." He pauses again, curteous as you all switch maps, "This floor doesn't have as much activity. You can walk under the bleachers to get from one side to the other, and there is little light under them, according to my people. They couldn't get into the top area -- actually, they couldn't get into the top area of either floor due to the security doors -- but they could see that on the second floor there was box seating available for parties or get-togethers providing them an unobstructed view of the proceedings in the gym below."
"The only other thing to mention is that there is no map of the third floor which is a public gym open for normal business hours. The stairs marked in either corner do not go from the second to the third floor, but there is a staircase on the north side of the building -- the top part of the map -- that leads from the third floor down. This staircase must exit into one of the secure locations within the north section of the building."
He hands out business cards to each of you. "This is my contact information when the money has been transferred to the account, which is named on the third piece of paper in your folders, contact me. The phone line is secure and encrypted on my end, and I would prefer if your end would provide a similar level of protection. Good luck, and if you need to contact me over the next week, leave a message at that number. I will not answer that number until after 8:00pm next Friday when the fights begin. However, I will check the messages periodically."
"And for the important stuff -- payment. I'm prepared to give you each 5,000 nuyen up front for expenses and supplies and then you can have 5% of the money you grab when you transfer it to me. Sound good?"
The Johnson smiles at each person as the accept his offer. "Okay then, here's what I have," he comments handing you each one of the folders on the desk. Inside there are two maps, hand drawn and without any form of legend. The first map shows the first floor of the gymnasium complex and the other is the second floor.
He pauses for a moment letting you look at the maps before continuing, "The red doors on the first floor are big double doors for going in and out of the building. The blue box by the front door is the ticket seller. When my man was there, there was also one uniformed guard in the ticket area seated to the left of the door behind the ticket booth. The light green doors are normal doors, maglocks with no slots or sequencers, so they must be locked and unlocked from a central location. The purple doors are either fire doors or security doors. Both have maglocks on them, and the internal security doors were guarded by, at least, cameras."
"Now, if you would, turn to the second floor." He pauses again, curteous as you all switch maps, "This floor doesn't have as much activity. You can walk under the bleachers to get from one side to the other, and there is little light under them, according to my people. They couldn't get into the top area -- actually, they couldn't get into the top area of either floor due to the security doors -- but they could see that on the second floor there was box seating available for parties or get-togethers providing them an unobstructed view of the proceedings in the gym below."
"The only other thing to mention is that there is no map of the third floor which is a public gym open for normal business hours. The stairs marked in either corner do not go from the second to the third floor, but there is a staircase on the north side of the building -- the top part of the map -- that leads from the third floor down. This staircase must exit into one of the secure locations within the north section of the building."
He hands out business cards to each of you. "This is my contact information when the money has been transferred to the account, which is named on the third piece of paper in your folders, contact me. The phone line is secure and encrypted on my end, and I would prefer if your end would provide a similar level of protection. Good luck, and if you need to contact me over the next week, leave a message at that number. I will not answer that number until after 8:00pm next Friday when the fights begin. However, I will check the messages periodically."
"And for the important stuff -- payment. I'm prepared to give you each 5,000 nuyen up front for expenses and supplies and then you can have 5% of the money you grab when you transfer it to me. Sound good?"
Corbin listens to the Johnson explain things and nods along. This sounded like a good, but somewhat haphazard security setup. Hopefully they would be able to exploit that.
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