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Frater Inominatus
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Foxx
1201 p.m./Dawn's uptown apartment

The rhythmic tic of Melissas' Steins cellphone brought her back to the world of the waking. The elven woman laid wrapped in the sheets of her bed for a few moments listening to the tic-tic. A full mintue pass by before she relized that the caller was well aware of her sleeping habits and wasn't going to yield till she picked up the phone. Which only meant that it was...

"Hey doll, how’s things?" Came Trix, Dawn's fixer, smoked stained voice over cellphone.

"Peachy, you?"

"I’m good, Tony and I split up, the cheat’ in bastid! I shoulda listened. Anyway, I got a job if your interested. This guys connected so stay on your toes. It’s a small job for a big fish; bodyguard work for three days; escort the mark to a meet and return him to the safe house and your done. Johnson is paying very well, he’s already got a safe house set up and, to sweeten the pot stocked it with real food. Yeah, you heard me. I almost took the job myself girl! You have to at least go and listen. It’s good to know 'people' who know other 'people'. You get a good rep in those circles and you could be set. But, like I said, watch yourself and keep the contract clear. Oh, I got another call, gotta go. Shi.."

Dawn smacked her lips getting the dry taste out of her mouth and let her arm with phone in hand dropped down to the bed. She counted the second before it buzzed again indicating she just recieved a text message. Yep, it was the info where she was to go meet her promising employer. Good ol' Trix came through again, Dawn was defintely going to have thank her later if this turned out to be a good gig.

Tamburo. Dawn let the name bounce around in her head for a moment to see if anything registered about it. It was a name she hadn't heard before, but then again she was new in the business. Before she'd been working lesser jobs after she let one trade for another that was less phyiscally oriented. This could be the big break she'd been looking for and she wasn't going to let it slip by.

Dawn unwrapped herself from the silk sheets and let the cool air of the room prickle the surface of her tanned body. She picked up the robe that was tossed over the chair and went for the shower. She was going to handle this meet like any other though she may pack more then ususual. Dawn figure she may not get the chance to come back if there were to leave from the meet place to go do the job. It just wasn't done to make the client wait while you went back for something you forgot.

Dawn felt good about this though the inherent dangers were present. Bodyguard work wasn't her normal forte, but she could more then manage it. Hopefully this guys troubles weren't the overwhealming varity or they would defintely be needed to renegotiate the contract after she signed on.
Tziluthi
A call comes in around 1800. The screen shows a beach at sundown.

Prive't, Kak de'la, comrade? How have you been? Are you thirsty? Matchsticks has two-for-one shots.”

Matchsticks is where the “cool” go to hang out. A smoky place with some light jazz playing in the background. The bar is mostly empty, a few early birds at the bar, some roadies sitting at a table near the double doors to the back room, and Rook sitting in a corner booth reading, of all things, a newspaper. He sees you across the room and waves you over.

Os barely manages to sit down before Rook starts his selling speil.

“Os, I have some work for you," Rook began, his coma patient impersonation slightly marred by his excitement. "The job isn’t the important thing. It is who the job is for that is important. Do you know who Ambrosi Tambor is?" the question was rhetorical, because he hardly paused to let Os speak.

"Let us say that he is connected, to power and privilege. He needs some reliable help to sit on a mark and some merchandise. He called me and I called you. Three days in a safe house, escort the mark to a meet and back and get paid; well paid. No problems right?” He smiles like the shark that he is.

“Declerry’s on 38th street. Do this an we may go far in this biz. Oh, do you like your steak rare?"

Os takes on an repulsed look, and says, "Do I look like a ghoul to you? The meat has to cook for a while, to let the flavor out."

"Anyway, no, I haven't heard of this Tambor guy. But if you say he is worth working for, then I'm willing to give it a shot."

He looks around the bar, unimpressed.

"Christ, Rook. I think you managed to find the last ten chain-smokers in Seattle. Do me a favor next time and find a pub that hasn't time warped into the 1930's. Anyway, tell this Tambor guy that he has my interest. Declerry's was it? When, exactly?"
nick012000
Bob was kissing the side of his groaning wife's neck, as they ground against each other under the sheets of his loft's bed, when the telecom beeped to announce an incoming call.

"Ah, drek!" he swore as he got up to answer it, taking care that none of his body below the chest was visible to whoever it was, and checked who it was before pressing the button to answer it.

"Hey, Bobby boy! Did I, uh, catch you in the middle of something?" asked the fixer, as his gaze flicked over Bob's shoulder, towards the bed where John's wife was lying.

"Yes, you did. Is there a reason for this call, or did you just want to say 'Hi'?"

"Listen, I got a job, last minute kinda deal. Nothing fancy. A little bodyguard work. More like babysittin actually, safe house is set up and, to sweeten the pot, the Johnson will throw in real, Arco-grown, food for the duration. He’s payin' at the high end of scale too. Whadda ya say? His name is Tamburo, Ambrosi Tamburo and he'll be at DeClerry’s on 15th Avenue and 38th Street NE at 10pm. Listen, the guy's connected so show some respect, you hear? Let me know when you‘re back, later chummer."

"Wait! Listen, buddy, you got more info than that? You know that I usually like as much intel as I can get, and I know you've got your sources."

[if the response from the fixer is negative]"Well, then, I don't suppose you could, well, find out more intel on the guy, could you? Things known associates, employers, and enemies, and the magical and mundane resources they control? There'll be cred in it for you. Call me back an hour before the meet to let me know whatever you've dug up, or what you haven't dug up."

[if the response is positive]"Uh huh. Is that it? Okay, then. I'll catch you later, then."

In any case, he'll slip back between the sheets with his wife, and her groans eventually turn into screams. After she leaves to go about her business, he'll go out to his balcony to observe the city, and think about what he knows about the mission, and to meditate on the nature of Gargoyle, his totem.
Musashi Forever
Razz presses the disconnect button on his wrist phone then used his remote control to unmute the trid. His small apartment was instantly filled with the sound of roaring engines and gunfire accompanied ny a commentator's play-by-play coverage of the combat biking race.

Figures, right in the middle of the championship series. Well maybe this "safe house" will have some decent channel selections.

Leaving the show on so that he can hear it throughout his home, Razz takes a quick shower, changes into his normal jeans and kevlar reinforced shirt then grabs a secure long coat out of his closet and slips into it. He debated packing the duffel in his closet with anything he might need for a job, but then decides against it. Hopefully the Johnson would not want him to go directly from the meet to the safehouse, he might be able to swing back by his apartment and grab a few things. He does long for the reassuring weight of his AK-97 hanging next to him, but with all the mods he had had made, the weapon was barely concealable, even under a long coat. If things got hairy at the meet, he would rely on his formidable arsenal of spell that hurt people.

Glancing at the schedule taped next to his door, Razz sees that a few different public transportation routes will get him to where he needs to be. Now he longed for his own motorcycle, wrecked now and rusting away in some junkyard.

At least I survived the crash. Fat Charlie said that this job would pay well. Maybe I'll be able to get a new bike after this is done.

The thought brings a tusky smile to his face. Then he opens the door, patting his long coat's many pockets to make sure he has a few other important items. A pocket flashlight and two doses each of Jazz and Kamikaze are in the right places. With that he steps out into the hallway, runs a hand through the orange bristles of his mohawk, and heads up to ground level.

Two busses and a subway later, he hits the street two blocks form the meeting place. He begins walking to the bar, trying to blend in with the crowd.

Just another ork out on the town, going to get a drink.
Frater Inominatus
Dawn
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Bob
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Frater Inominatus
Blue collar. If ever there was a description that fit a place it is here in Tacoma. Large factories, throw backs of a former era, billow white smoke from massive stacks in the distance. DeClerry's is a modest place; The stucco, faded and cracking from years of neglect, clings to the structure with the same determination that kept the factories in the distance operating well past there retirement. Though dilapidated, DeClerry's is clean and obvioulsy well cared for. The streets are swept and the door looks freshly painted. The opaque windows glow with warm light. The building sits between two structures. On the left sits a tattoo parlor, "Tony's Tatts." The right houses what looks to be an indepentantly owned stuffer shack. The buildings sit huddled together on the block with parking on either end. A narrow alley runs the length of the block behind the buildings. Each business has an alley access with a dumpster next to it. Even though DeClerry's is a single story, there is a fire escape ladder bolted to the wall next to the door.
Inside the place smells of cigar and whiskey. Immediately to the left and right are booths, some occupied, most not. They run along the front wall and down both sides until they meet the bar on the left and a "juke box" on the right. The bar extends three quarters the width of the room where it meets a wall that goes fills in the rest. The space in the middle has round tables, spaced for privacy, waiting for customers. The bartender looks up from his work and says "What'll ya have?" His voice, from years working in the bar, sounds like gravel being rolled around in an aluminum garbage can.
Musashi Forever
Razz glances around the bar for a trid screen that might be playing the combat biking championships, then looks back to the bartender. "Beer," he says.

While the bartender fills a glass, Razz takes another look around, this time focusing on more than just an absence or lack of television. He feel a little out of place. His hair and clothing styles are a throwback to his ganger days and this place was a little more upscale than his usual dives.

When the bartender returns, Razz drops some corporate scrip on the bar then says, "I'm looking for Tamburo. I was told to ask for him here."
Sicarius
*18:30.30* Stuffer Shack in Renton

Gregori jumped slightly as his mobile phone began vibrating rapidly. The other occupants of the soviet style line looked at him with agitation as his actions disturbed the careful eco-system that was developing as the assistant manager fought the good fight with the creditstick verifier. Sergei wanted to meet at Inferno. Music was a bit loud for Gregori's taste, but that wasn't important. Sergei liked it, and Sergei had a job.

Now the cashier was thumping the verification reader with an open palm. Machines 1 Mankind 0.

Gregori sighed, and stepped out of line. Someone immediately moved into place behind him. He looked over his shoulder at the triumphant and smiling intoxicated clubber who'd been blessed enough to advance in this ad hoc hierarchy. Meanwhile Gregori tapped out a text reply.

it read: O.K.


*18:58.54* Inferno

Gregori arrived at Inferno's not long after. He spotted Sergei near the bar and approached. As they made their way to a table lined with gorgeous women, Gregori nodded repeatedly as he heard the proposition. He tried to recall the name Tamburo as Sergei slugged his drink.

"OK!!" Gregori said over the pounding bass. He looked over the females apprecatively, than checked his watch.

"What is da brunette's name?" He asked.

"What!?" Sergei shouted back.

"The brunette!??" Gregori said, trying to gesture without pointing.

"WHAT!?"

"Nevermind! I go now." Gregori gave Sergei a polite hug and than moved through the sea of gyrating enjoyment seekers, and out into the silent, by comparison, evening.

Checking his watch Gregori figured, with nothing else on the agenda heading to deClurry's now was not a problem. He hated being late anyway.

Public transportation did not rule in his favor however. As he sat on the subway, the superheated air from the broken air conditioning blowing down his neck, he sighed.

Machines 2 Mankind 0

As eternities came and went, Gregori rocked back and forth on impatient feet. Finally the subway cars began moving again. It wasn't long after that Gregori found himself pushing against the door of DeClerry's.
nick012000
19:55, Declerry's

As the other people are arriving, an RV pulls up and parks along the road in front. The click of a lock opening is heard from within, and then the door opens to reveal a very tall, very skinny, albino elven man, clad in a black pair of jeans and a similarly colored t-shirt underneath a greatcoat. He wears a pair of wraparound sunglasses whose silvered lenses match the datajack implanted in the side of his head.

Particularly observant people might notice the heavy pistol (Concealability 4) he has concealed under his arm.
Frater Inominatus
Tamburo, Tamburo, Now where have I hears that name before? Gregori thought to him self. It seemed to him the name was in the news recently. The thought troubled him until just as he was stepping off the subway, then it came to him. Tamburo, wasn't that the guy who was acquitted three months ago? He was being tried for murder or something. Mob lawyers got him off on some lame technicality.
Sicarius
*19:55.53* DeClerry's Tacoma Bar

As Gregori entered the bar, he was thinking Tamburo. A Mob thug, recently acquited of some felony. It told him this fellow was fairly well connected, given his legal defense. But not that much besides. Food for thought... was was what they called it.

Gregori looked around the bar as he entered. His first instinct was to look for anyone who seemed out of place, or otherwise armed. The pressure of the Predator pressed against the small of his back, was a small comfort, less ... corporal weapons in his possession were even more so. He preferred to keep them both under cover if possible. After all, the teeth that weren't bared, often had the sharpest bite.

He approached the bar, looking for attention from the bartender:

"Tamburo, he is here?" He said finally to the barkeep.

Foxx
9:50 p.m./Friday/DeClerry's

Dawn was touching up her make up as her Eurostar pulled up infront of the tatoo palor. The make up was just to highlight her already natural beauty and she felt short of naked with out it. Trix made good on the infomation about who she was taking the job from. It been a while since she picked a job that included dealing with the mafia. Dawn knew the dangers that was associated with it and she was walking in with her eyes wide open. This wasn't the first time that she and the mob had a working relationship, but this time she was an idependent worker and not part of a business operation. She wasn't an asset anymore.

First real job with the mob. Dawn thought. The Eurostar pulled into a parking spot allowing Dawn a moment to look the area over. It had that quaint feeling you get when watching on old movie. Quaint but with a twist of unexpected danger. She was glad she packed her protection as well as her small makeup pad. No need to over do it, but no reason to walk in unprepared. After all she was trying to pull off being a professional in this gig.

Now or never, Dawn locked the door and stepped out of the car. She kept the dressing simpke, blouse, slacks, suit of fitted body armor underneath all that. Next was the trench style coat with the belt set backwards. The need for free movement was the reason for that and it looked cool to her. the clothes were nice but only the wrapping on their clung too. Dawn was indeed an enchanting woman with blonde hair pulled up into a loose bun held together with long zanji pins.

All was said and done, now she just had to meet the employer. She walked through the door and headed for the bar, checking out the people already inside.
Sicarius
*9.51.24* DeClerry's Bar, Tacoma

Gregori turned his head from the bartender, to look at the armed men. His hand unintentionally reached for the small grey furry object dangling from the thigh length leather jacket. His free hand tapped idlely against the exposed black armored vest beneath. The plate beneath made the neatest metallic sound, and playing with it was a nervous habit. Some people made a big deal of concealing their armor, which Gregori thought somewhat silly. Perhaps being underestimated had value. But Gregori preferred to make his presence known. To watch the reaction as you startled the sheep. Their fear provided openings.

In the corner of his eye, he caught a look at the blonde. Apparently she believed in underestimation, but it wasn't working for her. quite a looker as the Americans said.

Business. That was the best defense against distraction. Gregori eyed the two, apparently armed men in the corner booth again. They were considerably out of place with their style of dress. Of course so was Gregori . Gregori's first bet was that they were byaki , bodyguards, for the contact.

The idea of bodyguarding was not attractive one for Gregori. By preference he'd rather be doing the hunting. But in this day and age, one dined at the table that was set.
nick012000
*9:55, DeClerry's Bar*

The pale elf walks into the bar, looks around, and walks over to the well dressed men.

"Hello. I am here to mean a man named Tamburo. Would either of you gentelmen be him, or know who he is?"
Tziluthi
10:01:59, Declerry's Bar, Tacoma

From his vantage point 100 meters down the street, Os watched the assortment of odd-types enter the bar. Caution satisfied, Os exited his vehicle, a decommissioned Lone-Star patroller, and made for the bar.
Frater Inominatus
QUOTE (Musashi Forever)
When the bartender returns, Razz drops some corporate scrip on the bar then says, "I'm looking for Tamburo. I was told to ask for him here."

Razz

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Frater Inominatus
QUOTE (Foxx)
9:50 p.m./Friday/DeClerry's

She walked through the door and headed for the bar, checking out the people already inside.

Dawn

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Frater Inominatus
QUOTE (nick012000)
*9:55, DeClerry's Bar*

"Hello. I am here to mean a man named Tamburo. Would either of you gentelmen be him, or know who he is?"

One of the men looks up, gives Bob a flat stare and says, "Beat it muffin, dis is what you might call a private conversation. You looking for somethin? Ask the bartender."
Frater Inominatus
10:05:23 / DeClerry's

A door opens on the south wall opens and a short, barrel chested man steps out. He straightens his suit and looks around the room. "Sorry I'm late" he begins "I'm Tamburo. Come on, we can talk back here. He leads you past a room where young men and women are talking on phones, taking bets and placing them, to a small office with a conference table. "Please sit. Can I offer you something to drink?" He leaves to fetch any orders and when he returns he sits at the head of the table. "I have a deiscrete job I need done and you have been recommended. My employer has recently acquired a bit of leverage against his competition. Plans are being made. In the mean time I need some able bodied help to manage things until his plans dictate. I have a safehouse prepared for you, a... family place. I need you to sit on a courier and his package until I call. Deliver him where I tell you and come back to the safehouse for your pay. It shouldn't be more than three days, and because this isn't your typical job I am prepared to offer each of you 1200 nuyen for the job. The safehouse is nice. It even has a hot tub. I even had it stocked with some agro-grown food to sweeten the pot. So, there's my cards. You want the job or not?"

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Tziluthi
"Twelve-hundred, huh? You're going to have to do better than that."
nick012000
Perception test:
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"How long will this job take? I have to spend a not inconsiderable abount of money maintaining my garage of vehicles, and if this job doesn't pay enough for me to do so, I will have to look elsewhere for work."
nick012000
Perception test:
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"How long will this job take? I have to spend a not inconsiderable abount of money maintaining my garage of vehicles, and if this job doesn't pay enough for me to do so, I will have to look elsewhere for work."
nick012000
Perception test:
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"How long will this job take? I have to spend a not inconsiderable abount of money maintaining my garage of vehicles, and if this job doesn't pay enough for me to do so, I will have to look elsewhere for work."
nick012000
Perception test:
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"How long will this job take? I have to spend a not inconsiderable abount of money maintaining my garage of vehicles, and if this job doesn't pay enough for me to do so, I will have to look elsewhere for work."
nick012000
Perception test:
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"How long will this job take? I have to spend a not inconsiderable abount of money maintaining my garage of vehicles, and if this job doesn't pay enough for me to do so, I will have to look elsewhere for work."
nick012000
Perception test:
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"How long will this job take? I have to spend a not inconsiderable abount of money maintaining my garage of vehicles, and if this job doesn't pay enough for me to do so, I will have to look elsewhere for work."
Musashi Forever
10:06:12 / DeClerry's

Razz eyed the table. It was an interesting selection of runners, but none seemed to share his ganger roots. He plasters a grimace on his face and attempts to put on his best tough-guy look.

Subtle Intimidation Test (Physical)
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He considered the offered money. Not nearly enough to buy a new bike. Hopefully someone would be able to talk this Tamburo guy up a little. Enough for at least a down payment and another month's rent would be nice.

Perception Test
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Sicarius
Gregori listened to the Elf and that human fellow, the last one to enter, complain about the pay. Hadn't even asked any questions yet. Perhaps that was the American way. Money up front, details after.

Tamburo's ease told Gregori that either the armed thugs outside were with him, or Tamburo was so comfortable in his position as wiseguy, that he figured no one was stupid enough to endanger him. Assuming people weren't stupid enough to do something... always a mistake.

Gregori looked over at the ork, silent but mean looking. Looked like he was gonna let the others barter it out first. Gregori considered that, but decided he wanted to know more first.

"If no one is minding, I have questions." Gregori interrupted, his russian accent intentionally thick.

"How many people are aware of the location of safehouse?" He didn't pause before rattling off another question, "Which is more important courier or package?"
Frater Inominatus
10:10:55 / DeClerry's

The orc bristles and Tamburo looks blankly at him. Though the bead of sweat on his forehead betrays the calm demeanor. He clears his throat, looks to Os, and complains. His speech gets thick with an italian accent, betraying his show of confidence. "Do better than that? You should be kissin' my feet with that offer! Anybody else and you'd only get two, maybe two-fifty a day! I done all da work for you. All you gotta do is sit and wait for my call; three days, four tops. An I'm offerin' ta feed ya ta boot!" He throws his hands in the air. "What more could you ask for?" He looks over to Bob and holds out his hand, palm up, a look of mild pleading. "Three days, four days tops. And when was the last time you had REAL food? O.K. well some of you look like you might. But this is a perq. right? Something to sweeten the pot." Tamburo reached into the breast pocket under his jacket and pulled out a pack of smokes. He flicked open an old fashioned lighter and struck the flint. He sucked the wavering blue flame in through an unfiltered cigarette and savored the warm feeling radiate into his lungs. He pondered for a moment, thinking over Gregori's words. With a slight shrug, he says "It's a condo in Belvue. I'll give you the address when we agree on the job." He looks expectantly around the room.
Tziluthi
Os sighs inwardly at Tamburo's antics.

Fucking ginos.
nick012000
"All right. But you pay for the cost of all fuel and ammunition expended, as well as repairs should any of my vehicles get damaged."
Tziluthi
"Okay, I'm in," Os says. "But you will get what you pay for."
Foxx
10:11/DeClerry's

Dawn was tapping a fingernail against the glass listening to the conversation. Mr. Tamburo had not said anything more specific about the courier and the package which ment he wasn't going too. Working for a big man too, also interesting, since he was here hiring them. Was the sweat because he was about to walk out of here because he got turned down or because the orc was leaning on him. She took a sip from her drink and looked at Tamburo with her large blue eyes.

"Mr. Tamburo, I am going to guess that we're not anyone else that your hiring. Else we wouldn't be here. I can tell you that I am no mere shadowrunner, but an exceptional negotiater among other things."

She wasn't going to go into 'among other things' that was important now. Dawn simply didn't want to work a milk run.

"But don't worry, I'm also a pretty good shot and more then able to do this job. I just do not believe we should be working for a shadowrunners fee. I do believe we should get conpensated for gas and ammo should it get expended for whatever reason, just to cover the bases. I believe the price should go up to 2500..." Dawn bobs her head to the side, "Three thousand nuyen."

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Musashi Forever
Razz sneers a little as two of his companions give into the price. He considered threatening to walk out, but there were more than a few runners present, the Johnson may be willing to let one go. For at least the millionth time since discovering his powers Razz wished that he could astrally perceive. That way he would be able to tell if there were any other magic users present. He might be a valuable commodity.

Before his train of thought gets any further from the station, Dawn makes her little speech.

That's what I'm talkin' about!

After she is done talking. Razz gives her a slight nod when he thinks he has her eye.
Sicarius
Gregori stared off into space for a moment. He hadn't answered the second question, although all the talk of money could have distracted him. Perhaps it was time to take a deeper looking into the man's heart. as it were.

Gregori eyes rolled up a little bit, than he closed them. When he opened them, he was looking into the mirror world. He could see the life force of his fellow 'runners, and the prospective employeer. He studied them all closely, learning what secrets might be revealed.
Frater Inominatus
10:15:51 / Thursday, June 12th, 2064 / Declerry's, back room

Tamburo eyes Dawn, a shrewd look of calculation on his face, "I can do nineteen-hundred, no more. I'll just make a profit. Now, can we do this or not? I got another meeting to get to." He obviously looks uncomfortable. He, almost imperceptibly, shakes his head and takes a long drag on his cigarette.
Frater Inominatus
O.K. here are the results of Gregori’s assensing. I will suggest that only Sicarius read the following passage. None of the rest of you would be privy to the information contaned herein. I will post again for the rest of you in a moment.

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Musashi Forever
10:16:09 / Thursday, June 12th, 2064 / Declerry's

"I'll be in for 1,900," says Razz. It seemed like a good time to jump into the discussion, the woman having done the hard work for him.

"Now like the man said, which is more important, the person or the package?"
Sicarius
10:16:34 / Thursday, June 12th, 2064 / Declerry's

Gregori came back to the real world, with a smile growing on his face. Part of it was seeing Comrade Wolf. His presence was always reassuring. Pleasure too to know those you ran with, and for. As he heard the Orc consent, his smile grew larger still. He nodded appreciatively at the Orc for bringing his question back to the forefront.

"Da." Gregori said, "I'm also in at that price." He leaned back in his chair, looking over the group, trying to match their faces with their auras. It was difficult. Each had secret pains and secret pleasures not easily visible on their faces. Gregori idly scratched his scruffy jaw with his fingernails. Such was life in the sixth world.
Foxx
10:16:40 / Thursday, June 12th, 2064 / Declerry's

Dawn had a powerfully seductive aura. But her aura was one streaked with past pain. It wasn't buried deep down either, it was the kind of pain that made her what she was now.

"I suppose that will do, since you are adding the accomedations as well." Dawn conceded. She could have squeezed him for more but it looked like Tambura was about to bolt from the room any second. That was the problem with pressuring the client sometimes. Dawn found that fear had its place in negotiations just not now. It was a good point to mark down for furture reference though.

She noticed the Orc watching her and gave him a playful wink.
nick012000
"I'm in for that much, plus expenses."
Frater Inominatus
Tamburo looks at Bob, looking himself for all the world like he had just swallowed a bug. “Budda’s big fat hairy balls man! You’re cuttin’ my throat here. I’m already overpayin yah, what more do ya want?” Again with the thick Italian accent. "Look, I understand you got expenses, I really do. I got mine too. That's one of the reasons I offered as much quid as I am. Cut me some slack here, huh?
Sicarius
Gregori was tempted to tell the pointy eared daisy muncher to just get on board with the rest of the team. He looked around. Apparently that's what they were gonna be. Still, it didn't seem right to side with the Johnson on something, so Gregori decided to just hold his tongue. If the elf dropped out, Gregori was gonna ask that his share get spread around those who remained.
Foxx
10:18:40 / Thursday, June 12th, 2064 / Declerry's

Dawn also eyed the fellow elf and the listened to the conversation between the two. It was time to learn what kind of man that was hopping on board with the team.

"I think Mr. Tamburo's future generosity will have to be met with actual performance from us. No reason to continue haggling over expenses if we're going to be in one place for three days."

In other words let it go for now, we'll work something out if the situation warrents a renegotiation in the contract. Difficult, of course, but it really depened on the circumstances.
Tziluthi
Os covers his face with his hand, embarrassed to be working for such a drama queen.

Christ, if they keep this up, Tamburo will probably try to geek us just to reduce expenses.

Once everyone else is finished talking, Os buts in and says, "The pay is fine for now, Tamburo. But if we find out that you're hiding something that comes back to bite us in the arse, be prepared to surrender a pound of flesh, blood and all."
Sicarius
Gregori raised his eyebrow as the two 'runners spoke to the Johnson. He did not like disorder among those supposedly working with him. He resisted the urge to snap out. Still, it looked like everyone was on-board, he doubted if the elf would drop out either.
Frater Inominatus
Tamburo sighs, obviously relieved. He reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves a small pocket secretary. He tosses it onto the table and stands. “O.K.,” he begins “The pad has all the of the information you need to get into the safe house; maglock and security alarm codes, addresses to the safe house and the pick-up site, a phone number for Emergencies. “He stresses the word, warping the er into an oi. “You are gonna meet a guy named Tony the Tooth. He gives you the package.” He turns to Dawn and says “The guy, the package, let’s just say that they are uh…, inextricably linked. Keep him alive and the package safe, get it?” Tamburo walks over to and opens the door. “I’ll call Tony and tell him you’re coming. Call me once you get to the safe house.” He walks around, opposite the orc, to his desk and sits down. "Now, if you will excuse me I have business to atttend to. So do you."
Foxx
"I'm sure you do, Mr. Tamburo." Dawn said, she reached over to pick up the pocket secratary. Since they were all going to be together wouldn't be too much a problem to claim the device. Hopefully she would get the chance to download the contents to memory to have on hand for personal use.

She looked to her new companions. "Ready to go?"
Sicarius
Gregori watched Tamburoand remained still. Gregori knew, from years in the Akademiya, that all organizations, even impromptu ones, established hierarchies. Every pack had an Alpha. The pocket secretary sat in the middle of the table. Gregori eyed it, and then his companions, and then back to it. Who would grab for it first?

Either the woman or the Aussie will go for it. Gregori bet to himself. Both had tried to take a hand in leading negotiations. The Ork had sat quietly during negotiations, but had nodded at the woman, and she, at him. She was establishing support there. After all, she was beautiful, and beauty went a long way. But then again... All are not cooks that walk with long knives, as they saying went.

Gregori continued to watch the pocket secretary, leaning forward a bit. He didn't move to reach for it, but it was very clear that he was waiting expectantly to see who did.
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