Fritzsame shopping mall some time after 5:00pmFritz heads back to Howards, when Ol Scratch returns the message. As quickas he is with a trigger, Fritz fumbles over the device like a amature, with the excitemnt of a child with a new toy. Final after 5 minutes standing in the middle of the walk way, Fritz gets it right to recieve the message.
Browsing it over he takes a brisk walk, his duster flapping as the dwarf with a stetson would. Finally make Howards shop, Fritz walks in to the workshop collects his kit.
"Howard old friend I have some business that I have to attend too. I will be incontact. Here is mu new number and pager number ol pal. Take care."
Giving his dear friend a great big hug he heads out the door to the meeting spot that was sent to him.
Pullyup pad at 5:45pmArriving a few minute before the meet. Heading for his favourite soyo shack for a take away, of his favourite junk food. The Chilli Foot Long.
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THe Toyos, are they out side our main pad?
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Tashio
Nov 1 2004, 08:45 AM
Pullyup Pad 5:50pmMason looked up as
Scratch wandered in with beers in his hand. "Aye Lad, I'll ave one of those."
Catching the beer
Scratch tossed him he looked over to the trid. Noticing the security screen window in the bottom corner, "Expecting trouble?"
Punching in the combo on the gun safe, and turning the combo dial,
Mason retrieved Grace. Clearing the chamber loading in a clip of gel around and grabing some spare clips of both gel and regular.
Mason droped into the couch next to
Scratch, Grace resting across his lap. Pluging the nearest security point into his jack, calling up the various cams.
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Mason's flipping through the various cameras, watching for any approaching people.
Ol' Scratch
Nov 1 2004, 09:27 AM
"Nah, just a handful of slants hasslin' the neighbors. Nothing to get riled up over. Now shaddup... I'm trying to watch something o'er here. Christ."
When a commercial break comes on,
Scratch turns to
Mason and watches him give Grace a few loving rubs. He lifts his brow a bit in a Freudian sort of way, but doesn't say what he's thinking. After another moment or two and a swig from his bottle, the satyr finally pipes up by asking, "You manage to get those upgrades to the targetin' system you were talking about after the last job?"
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OOC Guess I wasn't the first one there afterall.
And yes, Johnson, they're right across the street from us from what I gathered. Nevermind that it's odd that there's a restaraunt in an E-Zone right across the street from an abandoned warehouse.
Just as a side note, I accidently wiped out all of my harddrives tonight so I'm busying trying to reinstall and get things up and running smoothly. I may be slow to respond after this post. Relatively speaking.
Johnson
Nov 1 2004, 09:56 AM
Fritz
After 10 minutes woofeling to the Waitress, he get his soyo chilli dog. Pays the cashier and heads for the pad.
After crossing the street he notices that there are 3 black Toyota Elites, is sitting in front of Ms. Yao's Noodle & Tea. Not to concerned with the vehicles, he is in full attention that the Yaks are here. Slipping int to the alley Fritz make a speedy entrance. Thumbs the security pad which is hidden out the way and heads in.
"Oi Mason, chummer Scratch. What with the Yaks? They collecting again? Did I ever tell you the story when Jimmy and myself took on some Yaks, a couple of years ago. We were in a noodle shop just like the one around the corner. But this was one of those, you know. The owner didn't like paying the protection money. Next minute there was a massive fight." So Fritz carries on waffeling the story that the team has heard so many times. Just that this tale gets bigger as he gets older.
Bitting into the Soyo chilli dog just makes people cringe. The dog has more chilli than Soyo. But thats the way Fritz likes it. Dr would say. "I am surpised he doesn't have ulsers." The Yak story continues......
Ol' Scratch
Nov 1 2004, 10:04 AM
"Hey Shortfry," Scratch says, trying to interupt the dwarf before he can start on one of his 'colorful yarns.' Damn -- didn't work.
When Fritz finally finished, Scratch managed to get the following in. "Yeah, those Japanese fraggers are out harrassing Yao again. Got a sneaking suspicion that they're going to come a-knockin' in a bit... and if they do, both of you guys remember that we got a paying gig coming up in an hour. So no distractions."
He pauses to take a drink. "And be sure to mind the drapes this time. It cost a hundred quid to get Lady Wong to dryclean the blood out of those bitches the last time... and I ain't payin' if it happens again. Mason," he points a finger at the old war dog, "I'm looking at you."
Tashio
Nov 1 2004, 11:54 AM
Mason removes the gel round from the chamber tossing it to Scratch.
"Nope, left off tha targeting system, decided to try out tha new top oh the range gas vent. Nothin like lettin off a full clip o rounds an nary a budge o recoil."
"Ye know Fritz dunna whats gunna kill ye first, ye stories or those dogs."
Johnson
Nov 1 2004, 01:29 PM
Fritz finishes the Soyo chilli dog. Not a drop waisted, no left overs, not even on his copper beard. If there was some left over, no one would notice any way, as the red beard wpuld hide the remeinents of the chilli sauce.
After dispensing the left over packaging and tissue in the recycler and this a resounding churn as it reduces the waste in to small shredes. Fritz pulls out his combat black preditor III. This is the daddy of pistols with its amazine Smartlink II Internal kit this is the best Handgun that any one could use to protect thenselves with.
Mason, you would not know of anyone who could do some customizations to this baby. She is beautiful as she is now, but would she would really like a mean bad bitch. You know a mean, I kick ass gas vent. you know like what you have. Then this baby she will purrr.
Releasing the clip, from the pistol grip, Fritz slams home a yellow coated mag. Putting the other mag where it belongs beside the other regular ammo clips in its carrier.
Not to worry, no dry cleaning this time round.
Nikoli
Nov 1 2004, 01:38 PM
Anyone watching Security CamsIt's rather obvious after a few minutes that Ms. Tao wasn't arguing about a double insurance policy. She can't really afford too. However the young punks that call this little piece of hell their home have taken offense to these guys muscling in on their territory. A small altercation, involving a few harsh words, a few gentle love taps from a petite asian gentleman in the latest Kyoto fashion to the face, groin, spine and nose of the head ganger on the scene and the gang moves along; a call to the capo that sponsors them will be forthcomming as this is O'Malley turf and the Capo has a soft spot for Ms. Yao. It's a good thing you'll be leaving soon as this is likely to turn ugly.
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Okay, I forgot about the ganger protection
And even scum gotta eat so I can see small restaurants in an E zone. And the local patronage would probably not take kindly to one of their few choices for hot food being put upon, so aside form the occaisional protection shakedown they are relatively safe.
Looks like we're waiting for Momus and Random to make it to the office. Game time is roughly 6:10 PM.
Johnson
Nov 1 2004, 02:26 PM
Fritz looks at the clock. Turning to
Ol Scratch. " Hey Scratch chummer old pal, aren't we all supposed to meet here at the pad? If so where is
Random and Momus. I thought I was bad with not having a cell. It looks like they need watches."
Scratching around his bag looking for something to play with."Scratch, chummer should we give them a call or what?" pausing for a moment longer than expected "Time is marching and the Johnson not going to be happy if we are late!"
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Wait for the rest of the group to arrive.
Kremlin KOA
Nov 1 2004, 05:33 PM
Momus arrives at the safehouse just as Fritz finishes talking."Sorry for the delay, flat tyre in Puyallup, some gangers thought my tyres were targets... too bad for them."
Whizbang
Nov 1 2004, 05:34 PM
Still not totally awake,
Random stopped by his local coffee shop to pick up some caffiene before continuing on to meet the others. It helped his mood a little as the coffee kicked in, and he continued on to the group's HQ. Noting the commotion across the street, he pulled around back with the other cars, and headed up to the others. Checking his chronometer, it was 6:30 on the dot. "Morning..."
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your chars should know by now that Random doesn't do mornings. He typically doesn't get up until sunset, and even then he's slow until he's had an hour or so to wake up.
Nikoli
Nov 1 2004, 05:46 PM
ScratchWith the team assembled, and the 'neighborhood watch' on the scene to keep life outside nice and quiet, it's time to roll out to the Docks in Seattle proper, to a little hole in the wall named "Soiled Dove Bar & Grill".
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For those that want more info, give me a AK: Greater Seattle
or any other knowledge skills appropriate to greasy spoon/diners in Seattle.
TN 4, post successes
Tashio
Nov 1 2004, 09:37 PM
Storing Grace back into the Gun Safe,
Mason picked up his jacket from the back of the couch, "Guess we beter be goin. We're almost late as it is. Who's providin the wheels tonight?"
"Let 'ope them ganders stay away tonight, don't need em disruptin tha meetin."
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Masons, wearing his form fitting, clothes + jacket. Predator in concealed holster, currently loaded with gels. Additional clip. One knife concealed in ankle belt. 2 clips of regular ammo will be left in whichever vehicle we take.
Ol' Scratch
Nov 2 2004, 03:01 AM
Ol' Scratch nods in response to Mason's comment about his boomstick, "nice." He was about to reply to Fritz as well, but right at that moment Momus and Random make their grand entrance. "Speak of the devil," he winks to the dwarf.
Looking at his watch, the over-the-hill satyr struggles to work himself up out of the comfortable Lay-Z-Boy he was reclining in and dusts off his hindquarters. "Right, glad to see you all made it in one piece. I'd love to catch up with everyone but we can do all that drek when we get back from the meet. Mo," he pauses to point his empty beer bottle at the rigger, "let's take both yours and my tin can and keep the rest here so's we don't raise too many eyebrows at the joint we're heading to. Everyone else, pick someone to shotgun with and let's head out."
As Scratch slides his brown leather bomber on, he gives Momus the address to the Soiled Dove that the meet's taking place at. "How 'bout you take point and I'll do my best to keep up. Cool?"
Johnson
Nov 2 2004, 07:33 AM
Fritz looks up at the late arrivals. Then starts his stories again
"you remember our first run as a team Random arrived on time and every one was nerous and did not know what to expect." Pulling up a easy carry bag Fritz rummages through his carry kit. Pausing for a moment from the story. "We are going to need some goodies."
Pulling out some kit from from one bag to the next. The storing the left overs in a large safe.
"So where was I. Yes Random and his sleep depravaition. Now look at the old cogger, he can't leave home with out his favourite pillar and a strong cup of soyo caf."
Hulling the bag over his shoulder. Looking at the 2 drivers."So who going to flip this time to take me in there car?"
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Personal coms unit R 6
Laser Microphone R 6
Voice Identifier R 7
Bug Scanner R 8
White Noise Generator R 8
Nav Dat GPS
Full form fitting body armour
Mortimar great coat
Preditor III in concealed quick draw with regular clip of ammo
2 spare clips regular
2 spare clips Gel.
Tashio
Nov 2 2004, 08:20 AM
"Ah'll ride shotgun with Scratch, Momus ye got space fir the rest?"
Kremlin KOA
Nov 2 2004, 04:16 PM
"Sounds like a plan Scratch. I'll use Trumpet to cart them, it has more than enough room." Momus refers to his custom made SUV with a hint of pride.
Nikoli
Nov 2 2004, 06:23 PM
AllWith the travel arrangements set, you head into Seattle proper and over to the docks. The location may change, the times may change, even the faces of the downtrodden change, but the inhumanity never does. Down one side street is a bombed out car, another depicts an all too familair scene as the hooked joy boys and girls hustle and make money to support their habits, be it BTL, novacoke or the most insidious of all, breathing.
Soon enough the team finds itself in the parking lot for the meet, the garish neon contrasting with the plantation styling of the exterior. Rough, dark clothed men from the various ships in port make their way in, the smell of the bay wafts through the area.
You can see Mr. Pew sitting on a bench outside, holding what appears to be a cup of coffee.
It's now 7:26 PM
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Okay, you're at the meet. Anything short of a fullsize shotgun or uzi will probably go unremarked upon. These men likely speak little english or chip english, inside will be smokey, slightly dirty and all in all the usual dock side dive. From your professional experience, it's good cover as most of these men don't care one whit about the goings on in Seattle, provided their ship isn't turned away and the harbor master didn't take too much of their share as a bribe.
Tashio
Nov 2 2004, 09:36 PM
Soiled Dove Bar & Grill 7:26PM The car came to a halt outside the Bar.
Mason looked around, sizing up the area. Slipping the extra clip into his pocket,
Mason opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Waiting for the others to get out before moving over to the bench where Pew was sitting.
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Masons looking around for any suspicious looking people, anyone looking out of place. Also for any posible escape type routes as well as any hidey holes that might be nearby for use both for and against.
Perception Rolls (Use as needed)
1 2 3 4 4 4 5
1 1 1 2 4 8 11
3 4 5 7 8 9 9
Ol' Scratch
Nov 3 2004, 06:51 AM
After pulling into what qualifies as a parking lot in these parts, Ol' Scratch just sits behind the wheel for a few moments and subconsciously casing the place. He reaches into the backseat and pulls out one of his Hellblazers, tucking it into the holster under his jacket before getting out. Putting on his most charming smile, he makes short work of the distance between him and Pew's quaint little bench.
"It's been a while, carro," he begins with a strong, friendly smile while holding his hand out to the fixer. "So... where's that dinner you promised?"
Johnson
Nov 3 2004, 07:34 AM
Fritz unplugs the laser microphone after giving the area a once over, just to make sure there are no other deviant plan going down in the
Soiled Dove.
Packing the laser micro away he grabs his bug scanner and white noise generator. and shoves them in to his big baggy pocket of his mortimier great coat. Lucifer tucketed neatly away in her concealed holster.
Fritz slides out the van on to the asphelt. A quick browse around the area, he follows the rest to the Soiled Dove.
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Deviant plan or any arguements with in
Laser micro preception.
11 10 04 02 02 01
3 die from sound filters Cyber
11 07 01
People outside (Door men.)
Visual preception
11 09 05 05 04 03
Whizbang
Nov 3 2004, 03:34 PM
Random, considerably more awake now that he had been up for awhile, followed the others, his Browning safely tucked away. It never paid to be unprepared for trouble. These days it seemed he couldn't go into a bar without someone starting a fight, and even if they were meeting outside, fights usually made their way outside. Over by Pew's bench, Scratch was greeting enough for all of them. The mention of a potential free meal reminded him that he hadn't had anything to eat yet that was more solid than coffee.
Kremlin KOA
Nov 3 2004, 06:10 PM
Momus subvocalises to Scratches earpiece "I'll wait in the van in case we need to leave in a hurry, leave your mike on,So ka?"
Nikoli
Nov 3 2004, 06:14 PM
Mason
These men seem to be what they appear, rough handed, strong backed, and hungry for some fresh food and a pretty lady to cuddle. Here they'll find two of the three and judging by the mood of the patrons leaving, that's enough; at least till they find some company later. The exit is iffy as cargo is loaded and unloaded non-stop, but you feel confident you could thread the needle if need be. As for ambushes, it's a dock, crates are in almost constant motion. Nobody could hide for long at any meaningful range without a rifle and the unreliable lighting from the machines moving about makes that unlikely as well.
Fritz
Your scan of the lot turns up nothing, just mutterings in various languages, nothing out of the ordinary. You do make out the sound of a mild scuffle though the source is not immediately visible, not surprising as many of these men normally must nurse their grudges till shoreleave so as to not leave the ship short handed. There are two fellows with slightly more broken and poorly healed noses than the rest of the men standing about, they seem to be former sailors themselves and you can make out that the brute on the right has a billy tucked away in his cross-armed pose; as they don't move from the door, they are a little too subtle to be a press gang so that leaves doormen.
Scratch
As you approach, Mr. Pew stands and takes a step towards you, and claps a hand on your right shoulder and then grasps your proferred hand. "It's a fine day, isn't it Ol'Scratch.? I suppose that's everyone you brought it being a free meal and all; come let's be inside before the rain moves back in. Ask Momus if he wants anything from inside would you?"
With that he waves to the van and deftly turns and makes his way, tapping the floor with his thick cane, though it's tough to tell if he's hitting ankles on purpose or not.
Tashio
Nov 3 2004, 06:43 PM
Taking a quick last look around
Mason follows
Pew and
Scratch inside. Moving over to a table out of the way but not obviously so,
Mason pulls out a seat for
Pew and takes a seat where he has an overview of most of the resturant , the font door, and the enterance into the kitchen.
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Mason remains alert, subtly watching anyone walking into the bar and the comings and goings from the kitchen.
Will use magnification to look over anyone that seems to be carrying something concealed.
Perception Rolls
2 3 4 4 5 8 10
1 1 3 4 4 4 10
Ol' Scratch
Nov 4 2004, 05:14 AM
In response to Momus' request, Scratch's transducer-granted telepathic voice replied, "you got it, pal." With that, the satyr sends a few commands to Cadbury to route his recordings through the comm unit as he follows Pew into his 'office.'
Upon hearing Pew announce his awareness of our standard M.O., Snatch's grin grows two-fold. "Are we really getting that transparent?" he asks as he follows the human inside and to a dirty little table in the corner.
Knowing the rest of his team has his back, Scratch consciously takes one of the seats that leaves him in the most vulnerable position and props himself back so that his chair is leaning on only two legs. But then that annoying little goat tail of his always forced him to do that when he sat in these kinds of chair due to the pressure on his tailbone.
"So... whatcha got for us?"
Johnson
Nov 4 2004, 07:29 AM
Fritz stands in the door way a moment. Just like something out of an old western movie. Survaying the interior of the Soiled Dove for a moment before following
Pew, Mason and
Scratch.
Arriving at the table just as
Scratch finally got comfortable.
I swear his behind has flea's man Fritz thought to himself. Not knowing the true nature of the shifting which he has done many time over. It would be a personal this to make mention of it.
Finally sitting down,
Fritz turns in his chair looking for the pools table. This is his favourite, playing pool and telling stories. Just like a well known regular. Turning back his attention to the table, he raches for the inside of his jacket, and fumbles around and then his hand comes out with some chewing tobacco. Anybody for some? As he bite a peace off and starts Chewing.
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Fumbling around is the White Noise Generator R 8 being switched on.
Sorry Momus.
Nikoli
Nov 4 2004, 02:22 PM
Team inside
Smiling, Pew looks toward your face, but not quite at it, "Not really transparant. It's just two vehicles arrive in a very short time, and the four of you walk up. I know most of you by smell or how you walk by now. I didn't hear Momus, and figured he was the wheel man in case you had to ditch, not fair he's gotta sit alone with nothing to eat, so I want to make sure he's taken care of, after all you're my favorite team and I gotta make sure you're all cozy and happy. Now as far as..."
He bites his finger as the white noise machine comes to life,
"Sweet mother of, could you warn me before you try and kill what senses I got left lad? That little box is like a thunderstorm in my ears, oh nevermind. The fella that wants to hire you, he's lookin to hire a team, didn't say why. From how he spoke, he's not corporate at least not a corporate Johnson. Says if I find a team that's interested, they're to meet him at a swap meet in Puyallup, he says he'll be at the big comic book stand next to the antique book peddler. He said he'd pay a cool grand each just for your time at the swap meet, if you're interested I'll give you the sign and counter-sign to identify yourselves."
With that he sits quietly.
Momus
As you sit there listening to Pew's pitch, you pour over the sensors, making sure the way out is safe. You happen to catch a series of bright flashes off in the distance, a little too far out to be on land. If you had to guess, someone just pulled a run on a ship heading out of harbor. It's unlikely that the action will spill out onto the mainland. Aside from this, the night is quiet as the drizzle moves back in and once again blankets the night in uniform grey.
Ol' Scratch
Nov 4 2004, 02:27 PM
Scratch lifts a curious brow before turning to the others at the table, shrugs, and then replies, "Sure, lay those signs on me."
Whizbang
Nov 4 2004, 02:31 PM
Having taken a seat, Random listened with interest for what Mr. Pew had to offer. "Ooh...comic books. And getting paid to listen. Sounds alright."
Tashio
Nov 4 2004, 06:26 PM
"Sounds good te me. One K, just te take a walk around a convention don't sound te bad te me."
Ol' Scratch
Nov 4 2004, 06:31 PM
"A-fraggin'-men."
Johnson
Nov 5 2004, 07:38 AM
Fritz looks every one over. "1K to show face. Sounds good. Now about that meal then." pausing a while. "You know that is like taking candy from a baby, so whats the catch. This sounds to easy 1K to show face, and hopefully get the job. I sell a sewer rat." Look at Pew for some reinsurance. "Mr Pew, no disrepect intended hear but how well do you trust your Johnson? Would you let your daughter stay home alone with this guy. If you have a daughter."
This seem to easy to Fritz to make a 1 K to show face.
Nikoli
Nov 5 2004, 01:29 PM
Scratch"The swap meet is at the address on this chip, be there by two in the afternoon." Mr. Pew slides a small OMC across the table towards you, "He said he'd be wearing a green jumpsuit and one of those vintage tee-shirts from way back, with something called "The Daredevil" on it; he said it like there was some joke he expected me to get, I didn't. Address him as Matt Murdoc, he should respond, "Man without fear", seems silly to me but he's the one footing the bill so he makes the rules. Now, if one of you fine lads could summon us a waitress, I'm a bit hungry."
He turns his head and almost faces Fritz.
Fritz"Lad, any get that'd call him self Johnson shouldn't be trusted with your worst enemy's daughter, let alone your own. So no, I'd not trust him with my daughter, should she exist. However, his shoes squeeked like finely cared for leather, the real stuff mind you. His clothes sounded finely woven, no synthetic materials. He practically stank of nuyen, he knew the right channels to approach and did so respectfully, so I got no reason to doubt the veracity of the job offer, else I would not have bothered with you, I would have sent some dregs I needed out of my bullpen."
[ Spoiler ]
And for the record, the team communication mics are tuned to compensate the white noise generator. Not something that can be done on the fly, so no worries about other listening in. I figure if the FBI can do it now with their equipment, Fritz can easily do it with his.
Any questions so far?
Johnson
Nov 5 2004, 02:33 PM
Fritz looks at Pew as he makes mention of the Johnson. Not to rpoterbed if Mr Pew Stank of nuyen. Mr Pew was that salami on that dry role right now and things look good. Just to make sure he get to eat the salami is a good call. But as Johnsons go who trusts then especially one that is working alone. Johnson should all have a que stick shoved some ware it can't be chalked.
"Mr Pew, I understand what you say, if Johnson fits the bills, do the work. But personally this smells like a que stick that was cleaned with a pair of dirty Ghouls underware."
Briefly looking around. Food was puely on the Dwarfs mind.
[ Spoiler ]
See you all monday its week end again.
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