Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: Teafo on <01-12-13/2301:51>
-
Seattle is no stranger to heavy clouds dumping buckets of water into the streets, but even by this city's standards, the last week has been near unbearable. The streets overflow at the gutters, deluges pour from filth clogged gutters overhanging your front steps and soaks you each time you try to go anywhere outside. Colder temperatures are moving in as well making staying inside that much more alluring. But work beckons and to skip out on the possibility of work this early in your time in the shadows would be tantamount to career suicide.
{{[[[Work?]]]}} the message blared at you from the matrix.
{{[[[Meet me at the Everett ferry station, the abandoned one by the loading yards, you know the one. Got some work that needs doing, could use your particular brand of expertise.]]]}}
{{[[[See you tonight, ten o clock. Bring and umbrella, chummer.]]]}}
{{[[[Collider]]]}}
{{[[[Attached document: dockyard.map]]]}}
You gather what belongings you feel necessary and await the appointed time. Looks like the shadows are calling once more. It's time to get to work.
-
Fang grimaced as he noted the flooding water in the gutters from the windows of his cheap apartment. Wet as always. He jumped as his dummy link, used for messages from non-runners, signalled that he had a message. Glancing over it, he made a face, remembering the basic location mentioned and cringing at the thought of walking out in that weather. But work is work, and one cannot give up on that. Even despite how wet his fur would end up being.
Messaging his lover mentally that he was going to be busy for a bit, he gathered up his chameleon suit, dummy link, shock gloves and taser; putting the gloves on as he did so. Grabbing some medkits, just in case, he put the gathered items together to quickly grab on departure. He took off as soon as he found all he needed, expecting a bit of a walk and wanting to not be late at all. He wasn't a big name in any way, so work wasn't exactly easy to come across.
A response from his partner brought a smile to his face as he closed the door behind him, shivering as the cold and rain hit him instantly, soaking through his fur. He did his best to keep under cover as he headed to the place this 'Collider' had mentioned, wanting to at least try to avoid looking completely soaked. Absently as he looked for cover and tried in futility to stay even remotely dry, he looked around a bit in AR to find information on this 'Collider' person. He wasn't really focusing and wouldn't be able to find out too much information, more interested in trying not to drown in the rain.
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) = 10d6.hits(5) = 1 hit. (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3865382/)
-
Winters leans back into the seat of his Mercury Comet as he glared at the traffic in front of him. The traffic was not usually this bad but this weather wasn't of the usual flavor either. This is when the message came in.
"You got mail," said the cheesy voice from his AR and the message flashed up in front of him.
Winters raised an eyebrow and nodded to himself as he pressed on the horn... he was in a bit of hurry now because of the job and he had to drop off groceries for his mother back at his place and it already was 6, and this traffic wasn't moving any faster.
Winters finally got at his place around 7:30 down in Renton and was bleeding away time. Winters grabbed all the groceries into his hands and was only planning on making one trip because the weather was unbearable. Winters took the stairs to his apartment as the gangers liked hanging out around the elevators. He made his way up the stairs and to his apartment just fine. Winters unlocked the door and was meet with the smell of scented candles.
"Is that you Cappi?" Came a voice over from the living room.
"Mom, who else would it be?" Winters yelled over into the living as he closed the door behind him with his foot.
"I don't know..." his mother mumbled.
"Remember, you don't open that door for no one... not even me." He said as he passed his mother sitting in her lounge chair and set the groceries in the kitchen.
"Why can't I open it for you?" She said as she grabbed, a rare sight, a paper back off the coffee table.
"Long story, mom, and I have to go like right now. I got some stuff here for dinner." Winters said as he looked at the time and quickly scurried towards the front door.
"Where are you going sweety?" His mother asked.
"Out to do some business." He said waving to her and closing the door behind him.
Winters bolted back down the way he came up and raced to his car. He got in but he made sure to check he had everything, contact lenses, check; earbuds, check; cigs, check; Ruger Thunderbolt and EX-explosive ammo, check; protective gear, check. Winters was ready to go. He was out and away from the the apartment complex in a quick hurry and on his way to the docks with the hope that there wasn't going to be any more traffic.
-
The water was washing the white sand away while the sun was pouring its rays through the window. Shiroi was just lazily relaxing on her bed while running through different AR windows from various medias. Seattle's breaking news on one, a filter on Tir Tairngire on another, and H-news on Horizon channel on a third.
A message for work appeared, and Shiroi frown upon reading it. Exciting on one hand but weird too, she couldn't remember anyone by the name of Collider. She definitely hoped the message was properly addressed, but had some research to do.
She opened a fourth window, and called her Fixer. Good evening Tanaka-san, got a potential job from a Collider guy. Do you have anything to do with this? Adnd/or, do you know anything about this person? In other word, safe to go?
Safe or not she had already made her mind to go check it out, but it was worth trying not to go blind.
As she was waiting for Yun's answer, she turned off her AR Wall Space, and the beachy front disappeared to reveal the darkness of Seattle's rainy evening. A depressing sight, but she needed the job. She ran through her wardrobe, knowing anything she'd pick would be drenched soon and would go straight to laundry. She needed to do more shopping... a woman's wardrobe is never full enough.
She grabbed her form-fitted bodysuit and Holo Jumpsuit that she was usually wearing on runs, and added a hooded jacket, it would keep her hair and commlink dry hopefully. She attached her concealed holster to her belt and her ceramic knife to her boot. Grabbing two spare clips along the way, one with Stick-n-shock, the other one with regular ammo, she checked her Walther P99 and placed it in the holster.
Finally she picked the AR make up she'll be displaying among her pre-programmed ones, something simple but sexy. She knew her real make up would probably be running away under the heavy rain.
She had enough time to grab a bite before hand. She denied the help of the cooking drone, preferring to take care of the cooking herself. It would keep her at peace. She opened up her Seattle map mapsoft to trace the best route to the meet, and figure out a couple extra routes in and out, just in case.
A few hours later, she was ready to go. She picked up her helmet and headed to her garage where her bike was parked. Time to get wet, She said to herself as she departed, hoping to make it to the location a good 15min earlier, so to have time for a quick scan of the deserted area.
-
ahnak read the message and cursed. the downside of two wheels was always the weather. it didn't matter how much you spent, waterproof gear simply wasn't. one of these runs, he was going to get a car. of course, helet that lie go every time he twisted the throttle.
"I'll
just leave early and find somewhere to get a coffee"
he flipped the runes in his jacket to "high vis" mode, slid on his helmet and gloves, then headed for the garage, hoping all the while the rain would at least stay out of his boots.
-
He lay sprawled out atop his bed, a mess of sheets and blankets swirled beneath him. With reddish eyes half open, he stared up at the skylight above him, watching the heavily rain hit the glass and run off. Honking of vehicles sounded outside, signifying that the day had started on the nearby busy streets, though there was little sunlight to back it up.
With a soft groan to himself, he rolled off of his bed and onto the floor, landing easily upon his palms. "Good morning, sir.", came the expected feminine voice of his CHN. "Would you like me to begin your morning routine?"
He had already begin doing pushups, in an attempt to get his blood flowing. AR windows opened up in his vision as he stared down at the floor, and that's when he saw that he had message.
"Sir?"
"Run files 'BR17' and 'MU54'", he said dismissively as he arose with a sigh and walked to his treadmill and stepped on. Mellow electronica began to play as he began his morning jog in the safety of his home. He could smell his breakfast cooking, but he was more distracted by this message as he read through it's contents several times.
"Collider.", he said to himself, opening AR windows to run some datasearches on the alias and a track on the user. Then he sent off a message to Eve, his fixer, making sure to attach the original message.
{{[[[Message to my comm. Name: Collider. Claims to have work. Who, how, why? Hit me up when you get up.]]]}}
He stepped off of the machine as a small household drone rolled up to him, carrying a tray and telling him good morning in Japanese, it's voice quirky and more than a little irritating. He ignored the machine as he took a plate from it and began eating his eggs and toast. After all, real food was important to his health, and he believed staying healthy gave him an edge in many situations. In his mind, success was all about those slight edges. He ate some and stretched, then walked downstairs to his warehouse, toast and juice still in his hands.
He patted down his bedhead as he surveyed his extensive equipment, the entire piece of toast in his mouth, sticking out, then began collecting what he would need. As usual, Adrian's exterior door opened and shut without any sign of the person who lived there. His chameleon coatings bent the scenery around him as he locked his abode and started down the street. Only his footsteps in the the water of the sidewalk could be seen as he made his way to the Bolthole where his kept his bike locked up.
He doubted the credibility of this 'Collider' and their job, but that wouldn't stop him from carefully checking it out. After starting up the Mirage, he drove out of the cramped apartment's garage door and out into the partially flooded alleyway. 'Devil' had lived in this weather all his life and he wasn't about to let it get in his way now. Syncing his spoof chips to the same borrowed SIN and shutting off his Ruthenium, he headed toward the location on the map, intending to park nearby and scout it on foot. Hopefully his continued searches and tracking attempts would pay off, so that he wasn't running blind.
-
Mick lay face down, sprawled across the floor of his Apartment's bedroom floor. His left hand clutching an old picture frame, his right a nearly empty bottle of synthahol. Inhaling sharply, he roughly awoke to the sound of his commlink telling him he had a message. The thunder of rain pounded into his head, an anthem to the swirling memories of dreams that never quite coalesced anymore, voices and images flew through his sight and hearing, all in time to the pounding rain.
I'll be back in a few days, honey, the Captain has a few leads he wants me to follow up on. I love you.
Sitting up, Mick came to reality, the pounding rain washing away the comfort of memories. As his sight turned on, he realized he was in the horrible reality he found himself in every morning. He felt the weight in his hands, and looked to the left and right, silently laying the picture face-down and silently swigging down what was left in the bottle. There wasn't much left.
A bottle skidded across the kitchen tile, slamming into the far wall. It was followed by two bare feet stepping with practiced deliberacy. Mick went through his messages, removing the spam for the previous renters as he poured himself a glass of 'McMullan's Irish Imitation Whiskey". It tasted like shit, but mixed with Soykaf it got the job just as done as the real thing. Downing the steaming mixture in one go, Mick found the message from Collider. It wasn't his first Shadow job, but he still wasn't sure why these people insisted on communicating so bluntly through nonsecure channels.
Having a glance at his current bank account, Mick knew he needed some kind of job if he was going to go another month. Pulling on socks and his suit shirt, Mick noticed the face-down picture frame. He stared at it for some time before noticing that he needed shoes. Walking out of the bedroom, Mick pulled on his heavy coat and holstered his Thunderbolt in his underarm holster. He silently rode the elevator down to the car park, taking sips from a flask and running a quick background check on this Collider.
Skill rating 1 + Logic 3 1 hit.
4d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3865333/)
Satisfied with his quick and dirty search, Mick walked to his unmarked patrol car and opened the door, making sure his shotgun was still secured in the center console. Setting the destination, Mick set to watching the city go by and letting the memories come back.
-
[spoiler="Info on Collider"]Q\
Quickly searching contacts and general information havens has come back with little about this Collider. From you can gather however, he appears to be new to the Seattle scene, but there are hints of working in other places before coming to the rainy city. The same picture makes it back to each of the searchers, and shows a man with spiked auburn hair, and green animalistic eyes. He wears a large white coat, with a high collar which comes up to just below his slim jawline. He is slightly below average in height, and appears thin, however, it is difficult to tell below the greatcoat. Overall impressions of the man seem to be on the level, and there is not yet any word of distaste from other runners (which could just mean they haven't survived long enough to tell just as easily as they worked with him and only ended in prosperity).
[/spoiler]
Arriving at the dock a bit early, the runners find one another straggling together warily eyeing eachother for signs of betrayal. The first few minutes of meeting another runner can always be a bit tense, and everyone is on edge from being called out into the pouring rain. The lack of wind at least keeps the drops from splattering anything other than the tops of heads and shoulders, but soaked hair drips rivulets onto their faces.
From across the ferry ground, a door opens, illuminating a silhouette of a man in a long coat. A brief reddish yellow light shows his facial features as he puffs at his cigarette. He gestures for the runners to join him inside before disappearing into the warehouse. Once inside, he greets the runners.
"Thank you all for coming. No doubt you will have surmised by now that I am Collider, the one that called you here. I do have the prospect for work, and have heard of each of you through various means. I am not a Mr. Johnson, as they call themselves, I am more of a fixer to use the term loosely. Mr. Johnson is behind these doors," he motions to the double doors behind him, "I will be acting as an intermediary between your interests and his. If this is to your liking, please take a few moments to dry yourselves, introduce yourselves to one another, and join me inside." With that he opens the door, revealing a spartan room with a table in the center large enough for all the runners to sit at. As the doors swing shut, you see Collider walk to a man at the end of the table and say something that looks like "they're here." The other man smiles at Collider without so much as a glance at the runners. But his two large bodyguards are watching the doors intently.
-
Ahnak shrugs and shakes some water off, letting the wicking liner do most of the work and not about to take off his protection in a fully unknown environment. Adjusting the scabbard for his Hammer, he closes his eyes for a moment to scan the astral plane for anything obvious before looking at Shira and motioning to the table,"Ladies First."
-
Shira removed the hood of her jacket and it was like a warm ray of sun bathed the room. She shook her head to bring air into her hair; the dim light of the warehouse softly drawing the contours of her beautiful face.
She looked at her entourage and let a friendly smile change the features of her till now serious visage. Three Humans, a Dwarf, and a Changeling, just like her. The Coyote like creature reminded Shira how lucky she had been; she too could have been turned into... well this kind of creature... and instead she gained this surnatural glamour about her, and a chrome alike pair of eyes. For a split second she pitied her fellow runner, but this thought quickly disappeared. If he was here, he was good at something and obviously he had learned to accept his transformation. She would not judge by appearance alone.
The Dwarf was something of a sight too. But what disturbed her the most was the smell her enhanced noise picked up from one of the human. Alcohol, full of it, and at least a couple days away from the shower... It was weird, all the others seamed more decent looking, meaning the man must have sought after skills that would compensate for his lack of professional etiquette. She was curious to learn about those skills.
My name is Shiroi Tenshi, or just Shira. Seems like we may be working together for a short while. She bowed the Japanese way, to show respect and welcoming.
Once most had introduced themselves and the Dwarf Ahnak offered to enter first, Shira simply passed by and added. Thank you, Omae.
-
Winters shook the water off of his long coat. He then whipped his face clean ignoring the smile of the women that had an unnatural appearance to herself. He did meet her chrome eyes though with his deep blue eyes and kind of gave a blank stare before he broke eye contact to glance at the others.
A Dwarf with lots of runes peppering his coat... probably a magic user of some sorts.
Two humans, both male, one had an unhealthy amount of alcohol coming from off him (Winters was no stranger to a drink but this was a little much), the other was more relaxed and tensed at the same time. It didn't puzzle Winters at all as it just gave signs of someone then knew how to use their body but Winters couldn't figure out how this man used his just yet.
Two changelings, an odd sight if ever one in the Sixth World, Winters wasn't bothered by the sight of the two but there appearances did take him back a bit. The women was the one with the chrome eyes and unnatural appearance the other was... an animal.
"You can call me Winters." Winters said introducing himself after Shira introduced herself. Winters then followed Shira into the meeting room.
-
Mick watched Collider introduce the Johnson quietly, not caring about the dubious looks he was garnering.
Taking a moment to shake his long coat out and get the water off, he made no attempt to hide his sidearm in it's shoulder holster. Running his hand through his hair and shaking the water off his hand, Mick quietly waited for the others to introduce themselves, taking note of faces and names. The changeling female in particular caught his eye. She'll be easy to remember, that's for sure.. Focusing his world, Mick stepped into the room, opting to take a seat and pull it back a bit from the table before sitting, keeping three arm's distance from himself and anyone in the room. As he stepped in he nodded to everyone. His voice rumbled out in a gravelly tone, lack of usage made his voice rather dark.
"Call me Mick."
Making sure to file everyone's images away, he quietly waited for the Johnson to speak. His face devoid of any emotion but a slight hint of misery.
-
Fang eyed the other runners carefully, doing his best to squeeze some excess water from his tail before entering. He didn't want to drip any more than he could avoid. As he took in each of the runners, he inhaled subtly and committed their scent to memory so he would not forget them, matching it with their appearance and name as the names came. First was the other changeling- Shira- one who had been luckier than him in the effects of the SURGE. Her appearance was almost breathtaking, angelic and beautiful, attractive to those of the correct orientation he would imagine; one would call it almost glamorous. He met her odd eyes with his own, silvery-green gazing slightly at chrome. He returned her smile with a small one, fangs peeking out slightly.
Next was one of the humans who had introduced himself next. Long coat, blue eyes, blonde hair and a noticeable scar. Winters. Looked a bit like a beach boy, except for that scar. Perhaps he had more experience than the initial appearance showed.
The reek of alcohol finally became too much to ignore and he looked at where it was coming from, noting another human. Brownish hair, brown eyes, and looking like a mess. He held back a gag as he memorised the scent, the alcohol not a pleasant interference. Despite his unprofessional appearance, the human looked like he had some form of combat experience, which would be of use. Mick.
He looked over at the dwarf who had beckoned Shira forward. Runes on the cloak, a hammer on the back, and hair kept short and trimmed. Maybe an Adept? Or perhaps he just liked the look of the runes. Perhaps both. He committed the scent to memory alongside the name and appearance.
He took in the appearance of the last member of what seemed to be the hired team. Brown hair, brown eyes with an odd hue. Scent, name and appearance memorised. The scent itself was rather pleasant, moreso than that of the others, he already felt somewhat more trusting of this human.
Done with his quick memorising, his tail swayed lazily. "Fang". A single word to introduce himself, not completely coherent with the shape of his jaw. Mentally he noted that while he would need to memorise the others, they would likely easily remember something that looked like an animal walking on two legs. Having taken a seat and made sure his tail wouldn't be caught, he listened attentively to his potential employer.
-
Devil stood, back, watching the others with crossed arms. He remained alert, while gauging the members with reddish-brown eyes of his, as they gauged eachother. A subtle expression of resentment or distrust seemed perpetually on his lips since his revealing himself, but he made no action. He merely observed.
The first person in the group that he studied was the one calling herself 'Shira'. The elf carried herself in a similar way to himself, those she was admittedly more graceful. Her fluidity of movement and her stances immediately revealed her to him as the most dangerous one here. Additionally, something about her made him uneasy. Maybe it was those unsettling silver eyes. These factors all lead him to suspect that she was all most likely enhanced with some high end 'ware. He noticed those peculiar eyes rested a little longer on the dog boy than the others and he detected sentimentality there and in her overly-friendly smile. Interesting. A killer with a soft spot for freaks.
Dog boy called himself 'Fang', which first made Devil smirk faintly for a moment. It was not only a fitting nickname, but pretty wiz too. The name lead him to the conclusion that the changeling, or whatever he was, had a decent sense of humor about it's appearance. He carried himself as if he were encumbered by the weight of wet clothes and modest gear, and was pretty thin, to the point where Devil had to wonder what the use of such a person could be in a criminal enterprise such as running the shadows. Maybe a rigger or techie. No sign of being a magic user, though that was how some of those people liked it. He noted that the creature's gaze lingered on him for a moment and he offered it a slight nod of recognition. There seemed to be no sign of malevolence there, with that one.
Next, Devil scanned the big blonde one briefly. He had seen his type before. Seemed to the thief like the shoot first sort, with his large weapon peaking out at times and his unnecessary bulky frame. Facial scars usually meant that a person either caused a lot of trouble, or some kind of career dealing in combat. Either way, Devil had passed his kind every day on the sidewalk. He knew how to handle such people and wasn't overly concerned, though he had no intention of getting on that one's bad side, face to scarred face.
The fashionable dwarf's role was also obvious. A magic slinger from the look of those softly glowing glyphs on his flamboyant coat. They were some kind of viking runes, if he remembered correctly. Logic would dictate that they were probably runes of protection or something like that. As a man in the business of covert ops, mages pissed Devil off something fierce. He knew well the dangers of encountering such people, and immediately distrusted the squat fellow, despite the dwarf's blank expression.
The one that later called himself called Mick stuck out to Devil as a somewhat perceptive and strategic man. The others gave the boozer various looks of distaste, but the handsome rogue merely watched the man, trying to get a read on him. Average in a number of ways, and he concealed himself well beneath the rough exterior, but he had seen combat in some form, judging by the way he kept his firearm at the ready. The subtle air of paranoia and the sheer readiness of this person first made Adrian think law enforcement, but the tells were so slight that he doubted himself. Some kind of ex-spy or skilled criminal maybe? Certainly one to keep an eye on. Intoxicated or not, Devil would not underestimate such a person.
He also surmised that if someone went to such lengths to get a man like himself there, then all of these people were probably close to his level, which made every single of of them quite dangerous in some way. He intended to find out more. Devil suddenly realized that nearly every other runner was looking at him. His eyes darted in uncomfortably rapid thought, his lips parting. "Devil", he stated curtly, finally introducing himself.
Using the momentum of leaning carefully forward, he took a step, then headed into the room behind Shira and Ahnak, as if trying to avoid all of their attentions. Upon entry, he looked the bodyguards up and down, taking note of positions and any visible weapons, before doing the same of the other two men. He already had a strong distrust of this dramatic Collider fellow, who had the nerve to track him down. He took it as a threat, and threatening Devil was usually a very poor choice in the long run.
Six against four visible, if it came to that, though he doubted that any such deception would be so obvious and unfavorable for the other side. Either they knew something that he didn't, or this job was at least partially on the level. Instead of putting himself in the compromising position of sitting down, he remained upright, leaning his back against the wall near the exit casually. His eyes shifted from one person to the next, reading; always reading, before settling on Mr. Johnson.
"Well... you've got us here.", he offered, a hint of irritation in his voice, as he made a bit of a gesture to emphasize his presence there. His tone suggested a demand for elaboration on the situation. Athletic arms crossed again over his chest and he placed a lux-loafer up against the wall, as if it somehow made him more comfortable to look wiz.
-
Shira took a seat where indicated. Where the Johnson decided to ignore their presence, she chose to play his game. So culture would find it insulting to address them directly after all. Devil preceded her but she decided to ignore his words or reinforce them instead, in a subtle way.
Collider, please inform m. Johnson that we are all here and ready to hear about how we can be of assistance to him. He is welcome to speak to us directly, if he chooses to
-
Winters decides to take a seat, standing would probably be a rude gesture to the Johnson, close to Shira but not right next to her. Winters then raised his hands in front of himself and started to undue his driver gloves while he looked at the Johnson. He said nothing as he undid his gloves, others were already talking for him, and tucked them into his coat pockets. He then cupped his hands together and rested them on the table.
He then glanced over at the two guards behind the Johnson. Winters starts to scan the two for any weapons but really appears to be interested in the wall behind them instead.
Winters is trying to check out the guards and notice if they have any weapons on their bodies. What perception modifiers are present?
-
[spoiler="guards"]
Both guards are human, larger than most, and appear to be the standard run of the mill "meat wall with fists" type. Both are well dressed in fashionable suits, as is Mr. Johnson, but the telltale signs of hidden weapons bulge under their suit jackets, undone for easy access. No cyberware is immediately noticeable at the present.
[/spoiler]
"Thank you all for joining me," Mr. Johnson leans forward, resting his elbows on the large table, and steepling his fingers before him, "Please excuse the irregularity of this meeting, I tend to the cautious side, and having an intermediary makes things run much smoother I've found. Our friend, Mr. Collider here," he motions to the man in the white coat, "has proven to be invaluable in these types of situations. You see, while we are here, you are welcome to ask anything you wish of me, and I will do my best to answer as honestly as I can. Once this meeting has concluded, you will not hear from or see me again. Anything you need or any further inquiries can be sent through Collider, and he will get in touch with me through predetermined channels. Best to have a single point of contact you see."
"Now down to business," Mr. Johnson reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a small remote, and with the press of a button, the wall behind him becomes transparent. Beyond is a picturesque view of Puget Sound, and directly across the water rises the Seattle skyline. Buildings are outlined in a light yellow to highlight them through the rain, and with another button press, one in particular is highlighted in red crosshatching. "This is the Humana Hospital," Mr. Johnson begins, "it is a research hospital, not the general care kind that most are familiar with. Here, multiple corporations research the newest medical technologies, and one in particular has caught my employer's attention. We have had a man inside the hospital for some time now, and he has gotten word to us that Shiawase Corporation has nearly finalized a vaccine for the HMHV Virus. We cannot let them finish if my employers have any hopes of staying in competition in this field. Which brings us to you. We cannot get directly involved, so we turn to you. Your task is to infiltrate the Humana Hospital, however you see fit, retrieve samples of the new vaccine, copy the research from the research computers, and destroy what is left of both. Dr. Nelson, our inside man may be able to assist you once you are inside." He finally concludes, "I now open the floor to you, for any question or discussion you may have. Either myself or Collider should be able to assist in at least starting you off on planning."
-
Two meat heads, packing heat, 6 against 4... it would be quick and dirty but nothing to worry about, for now.
Winters cleared his throat, "Any idea on security inside the Humana Hospital, Mr.Johnson? I'm Winters by the way."
Winters didn't want to talk about nuyen just yet... it was a good idea to get a sense of the run so a higher price could be settled upon, if possible, later.
-
Ahnak takes an open seat as the Johnson speaks, adjusting his weapon to a comfortable position with little success. he listens intently to Shady J, then nods in agreement with Winters, "Not just personnel, how hardened is the facility itself and what cover-damage are you expecting us to inflict? I'd hate to blow up a room full of cancer-stricken kids."
-
"Security is as it would be expected of a research facility. Cameras, checkpoint at the gate, roving guards inside and out, a couple drones on the more secure floors, that sort of thing. I wouldn't expect there to be too much trouble unless you really trip an alarm. If you do, don't be surprised to have all of Knight Errant raining down on your heads. So at least try to be quiet about it is what I'm saying," Mr. Johnson tried his best to answer Winters' question before turning to the dwarven magic user. "The outer shell of the building is reinforced and almost nothing short of a mortar round would do much. Once inside, there are individual rooms that are hardened, but the majority of the floors house labs, which tend to be more open with pillars for stability. As for blowing up any patients, there shouldn't be any, as this is strictly a research building."
-
Fang was silent as he considering the situation of the task. A vaccine, eh? We'll see.... He mentally noted the security Mr Johnson mentioned. Evidently they were going to have to play under the radar rather than cause an obvious distraction. Not that it would be easy with the mentioned hardening, and it could be rather dangerous if they caused a chemical leak.
"Herr Johnson, what would be the best way to track down and/or contact Dr. Nelson?" He would do some research on the hospital later when the meeting was done, perhaps compile and register a sprite in preparation for the task. He took in Collider's scent to recognise the fixer later if it would be needed. Not everyone always wears the same face. Blinking, he did a quick and lazy check of the wireless nodes in the area from the comfort of AR as he continued to listen to Mr Johnson. he figured Mr Johnson might show a picture of this Doctor if need be, otherwise it probably wouldn't be too hard to find it on their own.
Detect Active/Passive Nodes. Automatically find all active and passive wireless Matrix nodes within Signal range (400 metres).
-
"Dr. Nelson lives in the researchers' dormitory located here," another building on the wall display is highlighted, "on the second floor. Room 212. I will have Collider transmit his information to your respective commlinks."
Quite a few open nodes are around the area, just about every building was at one point set up for one, most likely used for service drones loading and unloading cargo onto the ferries. Today, they have almost all gone dormant and passive. The only active node currently is in your building.
-
I'm sure the detailed questions will be answered in due time, what I'd like and I am sure I can say what we'd like, is to know the time frame we have to execute the run. Our approach will be different whether we have two days or two weeks. And so will the nuyens required.
She was the first to mention the nuyens but knew it was on everyone's mind. She could understand Winters ' question, to gauge the danger of the run, but the others where for details that could be figured out once the deal was set.
-
"The vaccine is scheduled to be released in 10 days. You have until then to carry out your mission. As for pay, I am prepared to offer 15,000 nuyen each, or up to 20,000 in gear, restricted only by what time we have.
In game terms that means that he will get any gear you desire so long as it does not require longer to get than the amount of time you have, which is also dependent on when the runners decide to go on the actual mission, but obviously nothing more than 9 days availability. Also, this does not include cyber or bioware as surgery would remove you from the mission due to recovery time (and I personally wouldn't trust a corp johnson to get 'ware that isn't going to track you or kill you in the long run anyway
-
The idea of stealing a vaccine that might help people didn't sit well with Devil, and he shifted uncomfortably at hearing this information. However, he had no intention of turning down a payout like that. Maybe he would steal the drug back again, he mused, a faint smirk creeping it's way onto his lips, if only briefly. He listened to the security information intently, but seemed almost disappointed. Only an amatuer would go in without more detailed information. Truthfully, he didn't understand why they hadn't hired him to run the job solo, unless they actually wanted there to be blood. Why else would they hire so many sammies and gun-jocks? Maybe they wanted things to get messy. The thought made him feel a little sorry for the others, but it passed. After all, they knew what they were getting into. They were running the shadows, which is often thought of as a rather short and brutal career path.
"I'll bring you a bill for the equipment I will require, Mr. Collider. I'll also be needing all of your information... and records on the facility's personnel."
After a short pause, he continued. "I take it that you wont have any concerns, so long as we deliver the package and eliminate the remaining substances and data? Since, after all... when you release this product, these researchers will know that 'your corp' is responsible for the fiasco. You merely need to have them to be in the position of having little or no evidence to prove that they ever designed such a product, correct?"
"Mr. Collider will be compensating us at the hand-off, yes?"
His eyes gleamed wickedly, and he offered a friendly, yet devious smile. If they didn't pay him, then he wanted to know who to track down. Always a time saver to not have to seek revenge on everyone involved. When it was avoidable, that is.
He scanned the room quickly, once again, mostly taking the expressions of his temporary team into account. Many of those who seemed a little on edge before seemed to have let their guard down somewhat at the mention of the Nuyen that would 'solve all of their problems'. Typical, but times were tough for their like. Personally, he rarely worried about money, since he knew first hand that he would be fine without any, but it did open doors that would otherwise remain closed to him. Metaphorically, anyway. Love, prestige, respect, dignity; Nuyen measured a person's worth in this kingdom of hell that was Seattle Metroplex. It was all a horrifying game, and Devil, he knew how to play, and he knew how to cheat.
-
"A list of needed supplies will be all that is necessary," replied Collider, "The items will be delivered to you shortly. As for my information, you will find it on your commlink shortly, you shouldn't require anything more than a quick way to contact me, but I will also include a drop location if needed. As for Humana personnel records, we don't have detailed information about all of them, but a roster is available on the matrix, at least those people that the facility will admit to working there."
Mr. Johnson jumped in at the mention of 'his corp', "Well now, Mr. Devil, the research for this vaccine has been ongoing in almost every corporation around the world with any stake in biotechnology. It just appears that Shiawase may have a leg up at the moment. If they cannot prove that it was their breakthrough, then it's up for grabs. The blame would be split between every corp that has ever made a promise of providing a vaccine, so we're still well enough in the clear."
-
Winters caught the smirk that Devil repressed quickly. He ignored it but couldn't help to think what he was thinking about but it would probably wouldn't do him any good. Winters returned his attention to the Johnson after he was done talking about the vaccine and corps to Devil.
"You don't happen to have the blueprints to the hospital on hand? Or do we need to do some digging for it ourselves?" Winters said leaning back into his chair giving the false sense of being relaxed.
If the Johnson had the blueprints it would all be for the better as it would save himself and the others some time not trying to dig through the matrix or, God forbid, a paper copy. Also the prints would give Winters an idea on what to bring and he didn't really plan in bringing much but that could change after getting a look at the building itself.
-
Devil was beginning to think that perhaps Winters wasn't as common as he originally thought. He vaguely remembered hearing something about a runner by that name, and pulled up the man's available data on his AR visual overlay. Blueprints and schematics would prove invaluable to the thief, should they become accessible. He was used to usually going it without them, but there was no sense in making the payout harder than it needed to be. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to work with these people after all.
His lips parted as if he were going to speak, but he stopped, visibly smiling at the thought of someone doing his shopping for him. How kind. Maybe everyone wasn't out to get him after all, but, never-the-less, he would be checking each piece of equipment for defects and sabotage.
"I follow.", he responded to Mr. Johnson, deciding not to push things where they did not concern him directly. "Seems pretty cut and dry. I'm in, so long as I can walk away with five in gear and 'twenty' in cert'ed cred. I think that's pretty fair, considering how much you are going to make on this package. Think of it as an investment." His arms uncrossed and Devil slid his hands casually into his pockets, apparently no longer feeling the need to be able to draw a weapon at moment's notice. In his mind, a plan was already forming. Perhaps he would keep a sample of the vaccine for insurance. If he got burned then it would become open source medicine and nobody would get what they want, with the exception of the sickly.
"I'm curious: Why so many of us? Why us specifically?" He had a few ideas as far as what answer he would get, but sometimes it was better to say less, and to listen carefully to a person's resulting reaction. He strolled over and took a seat at the table, attempting to appear relaxed and to give an impression of being included.
-
@Devil
You find these when you look into Winters:
There seems to be a royal crest of some sorts with the a shield that has the images of a hawk and centaur on it. Behind the shield is two crossed daggers. Below the crest is a little banner with the saying: Il tutto vedendo occhi. Selecting it will present you will cause the royal crest to morph into a eye that just stares at you. About 15 to 20 seconds you notice that something has been written on the eye: If you can see me, I can see you, now state your business. The eye then morphs into a message box.
There's also seems to be an old newspaper called the Renton Gazette folded up. Selecting it will unravel it and show a story about a triple homicide solved in Renton by a private investigator, your's truly. There's another page and it shows off Winters hauling two men out of a building, the Bobesto scandal exposed by a PI is the title. There' one more page after that and shows Winters sitting on a park bench with a Ork in handcuffs sitting next to him, Drekal O'Kene finally beat at his own game.
There appears to be nothing else on Winters that you can find openly right now.
-
Shira was an expert at negotiation, and at fitting into any situation. And she knew all too well that too many people trying to bargain would not help the deal. Sure she could probably get whatever the team members would want or settle for, but now wasn't the time for that. The team would only succeed once they'll learn to act as a team, her included. Most of her 'missions' ordered by her dad, whether escort for a 'friend' or assassination of a rival, were done solo, relying only on her skills and wits. But maybe now for the first time, she could belong to something bigger, a team... a family?
They would have to rely on each other skills and roles, but now everyone was in their own world already trying to put together the best way -their way- to complete the run. Interesting.
She looked at her new comrades. Devil was already trying negotiate. She was pretty happy with his conditions, but she was already pretty happy with the offer, and would have been pretty happy to get more. Too many people kill the deal. She bit her tongue and stayed quiet, for the sake of the team. Money wasn't her priority at this time; building a group, however, ... and completing the run, to prove she was the best, to prove they were the best.
She had learned and developed the ability to read people like opened book. As she was gauging her companions, she realized that that same ability would allow her to keep cohesion in the group.
She captured the scent of everyone with her enhanced pheromone receptors, only to realize that she had even more in common with the Changeling Fang.
But it's on Devil that her stare stopped. So he wanted to negotiate. She could see a lot of cockiness in the man, and a sly mind, but that sort of confidence usually came with proven skills.
-
Fang was listening to the conversation, more than happy to not have to help in negotiations. His ability to actually negotiate was on the bad side of horrible, even if he can read their base emotions. He got nervous or had no idea what to say next. All he really wanted was information, and he could find that on the Matrix with little difficulty. Maps and blueprints shouldn't be too hard, nevertheless any time saved by being given the information would be time he could use to prepare a sprite for the mission. He watched Devil with interest; the male seemed to have an air of confidence that he used well in negotiations,
He had never really worked for a team of this size before. Usually his missions were more simplistic and could be accomplished off-site, or required him to just mess with systems for a small team to complete objectives. As such being around this people made him nervous and somewhat shy, something that wouldn't be too hard to see. Now the thought of the fact he would be working with this people had set in, his previously swaying tail lay limp, his arms crossed almost defensively. He knew he would have to work well with these people, but first he'd have to get over his nervousness with groups.
Actual nuyen wasn't too much of an issue. Occasionally other payments were mysteriously diverted to his bills, allowing him to live comfortably for a while. Certainly he had nothing to do with that. Nevertheless an extra bit of nuyen would be nice to buy luxuries or equipment. Or to pay another technomancer for some lessons in learning complex forms.
-
Ahnak looked around the table at the team, all trying to size each other and the Johnson up. Trying to measure, to weigh each word carefully. This was a time for such actions, but he didn't enjoy them much. He had always been after a purpose, and he had found it in the shadows. Sitting around a table was not a run, and he would know plenty about the quality of the team Collider had set up once the drek hit the fan.
"I'll need some magical materials as soon as we can get them," he says as he pulls a paper and pencil from his pouch, slowly and smoothly so as not to upset the guards. He scribbles a few items down, then folds and slides the list to Collider, "Most should be readily available and I think it'd be nice to have an extra set of...hands on deck if we need it."
-
It wasn't difficult to look deeper. It was Italian for, "The all-seeing eye", a quick datasearch revealed. What he didn't know ws what the crest was for, but it didn't look much like a corp emblem. More like an old-timey family Crest, or maybe that of an organization that he hadn't seen before. He was already running a search on the image and on the description. Drekal O'Kene, Bobesto scandal, Renton triple homicide. This shouldn't be hard. More follow-up searches.
So far, the guy looked like a rent-a-cop, pretty much. As for what he was doing here... Maybe none of the sharks were biting. After all, any law abiding citizen, or anyone with any real money, had their preference of alternatives. It was generally only the people who didn't fall into either of those catagories that would consider hiring a private detective these days, by Devil's estimation. Then again, maybe this Winters character was on the job before he ever walked into the building. The theif 'had' spotted an older Patrol-1 parked not far from here. Coincedence?
-
His mind wandered to the other members of the team that had been assembled. How did the pieces fit together? If he knew that, then perhaps he would know more about Collider, the man who seemingly knew enough about all of them to get each of them there. Who was the highest profile runner here? A dog boy with a German accent certainly seemed like it would stick out like a sore thumb on the matrix. The young Elven woman was also very striking in more ways than one, but far too pleasant and mannered to be more memorable than anyone with fur. He'd start with the boy, and then check out the silver lady as soon as he could find the time.
Mentally he ran a series of quick datasearches on the runner "Fang" and any accounts of peoples with similar traits. he'd met some real freaks in his day, but he had no idea what this pup was supposed to be. Maybe they were extensive modifications and he just had a thing for that kind of stuff. Devil shuddered at the thought of the surgery that would be required to accomplish such a thing, and not only pondered whether it was possible, but whether it was more likely than the potential alternatives he could imagine. Perhaps a type of Meta that he hadn't seen before, or some poor unfortunate soul that was fused with a canine by some unspeakable magic.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?", he mouthed to himself, thinking aloud in a faint whisper as he searched.
-
[spoiler=Basic searches on Fang]Any public official reports on possible freaks like Fang seemed almost nonexistent, the data being corrupted or missing entirely. Less official reports could be found on blogs, usually on people commenting having seen some sort of canine walking upright; usually in some of the lower-class areas of Seattle. Some report him in the presence of another canine, this one coloured black and red with the name 'Shade' attributed to the other canine. Others reports are just of having seen him on a plane from Germany to Seattle. No specific names pop up on the reports of having seen Fang in meatspace. No reports on possible surgery or stories of magic had been attributed to 'dog boy' in Seattle, though reports on a couple of German blogs referred to having been at an orphanage with some sort of 'dog-like monster' when the bloggers were younger, along with mentions of a hospital visit.
The reports in cyberspace are little better; although a number of reports of seeing an icon resembling him inside the node of a nightclub known as 'Dark Desires' in lower Seattle can be found. Usually with the same canine as before, or communicating with an odd pale blue ball of light with pixie wings (speculated to be an Agent of some sort). Little other had been seen of him, although most have noted that it was impossible to accurately find anything beyond a basic commlink node on him, despite their best attempts to try. A couple of users report that this user is usually good for finding out information in the matrix, while others complain that the nightclub's node has been significantly harder to hack in to since that icon has been appearing within it.
The last obvious trail of information leads to what appears to be designed similar to a blank wall in the Matrix, only with a horizontal claw slash in it. Below the slash appears the name 'Dark Desires' once again. below that is simply 'Other Services'. Above the slash is simply 'Fang'.[/spoiler]
The subject of Devil's curiosity was utterly unaware of it, having been distractedly doing some research of his own in AR on his possible teammates. First focusing on the attention-grabbing elf, and the male who had that pleasant scent. Both had been taking a more leading role in negotiations, though that blonde had asked a good question. Said blonde was next on his list of research, but his curiosity was first on these two.
-
A further dig into the family crest doesn't bring up frag for you... it's either not a real family crest or someone’s gone to some lengths to cover it up.
You find a news article on the Renton triple homicide and says this:
Captain Jack Jackson of the Renton police department reported to the press on Thursday that the closed case on the Renton triple homicide had been solved but not by department means but a outside source that was hired by the police to look into the closed case 3 weeks ago. The outside source goes by the name Winters and we haven't been able to track down the man to get a interview in but his picture was presented to us by Jack Jackson. The case itself was a triple homicide at a residence in Renton on the west side of town and the bodies were that of the Ulander family. The father Eric and Becky were found in the living room, a complete mess, with multiple stab wounds. Their daughter Ann, 16, was found stabbed to death in her bedroom. The case itself died days afterwards due to a little amount of evidence at the scene. However it seems this Winters found things the detectives missed or simply didn't look into. The details provided to us by Jackson were that Winters found a hidden camera in the family’s house, right in the soykafe maker. The camera itself had no footage on there and seemed to be damaged like it was being tugged out of the soykafe maker. Winters went back to square one and pursued the camera itself.
This back track, all thanks to a little camera, led to a apartment complex in Redmond. Nothing of big importance was really found until Winters went between the walls of the apartment. Winters found a safe that had been emptied but also found multiple cabinets hidden in the walls that once held something. Winters found multiple traces of hair in the cabinets and traced them to a man named Samuel Phamn. Winters reported this back to the Renton police and they went to action. They raided Phamn's house in Tacoma and found not only the weapon used in the homicide but other weapons used in previous homicides. The weapons themselves were discovered in the basement of his house located in a hidden room beneath the floor. Simply put this Winters helped to catch a serial killer but he simply solved the triple homicide and Jackson caught the serial killer.
You find a blog post about the Bobesto Scandal:
Sorry Bobesto, but you, and Skinny Man are going to be the new bitches of someone at the local pen... hahaha. Well, maybe not Skinny Man as he might not make it out of the hospital. You might be asking yourself who the hell is this Bobesto and Skinny Man? It's no surprise that you haven't heard of them until now because the operation they ran was a fucking masterpiece and it left no holes save one, but we'll talk about that later. Now this Bobesto is actually Tyler Bobesto a politician from Renton and he had a partner named Johnny "Skinny Man" Neskler, he's called Skinny Man because he was a elf but he also was super skinny for even your average elf.
So why didn’t this scandal hit the front pages of the Seattle Chronicle and the basic reason is that it didn’t really affect Seattle but Renton and only Renton. Bobesto and Skinny Man liked to keep all their business and their operation in Renton and that was to avoid treading on toes they didn’t want to or gain a lot of attention. Problem was that keeping it Renton kept it easy for the man that took a monofilament chainsaw to their air tight operation. That man goes by the name Winters and he only has one picture of himself out there and that’s back 2 years ago when he solved the Renton triple homicide that lead to the capture to a serial killer.
Now the scandal itself was very simple. Bobesto at the time was the Secretary of the Treasury in Renton and Renton itself has a spike in tax income thanks to a recent tax hike in Renton and Bobesto took advantage of the higher tax incomes to the treasury. Basically Bobesto just picked out pennies from the tax incomes. This lead to a small gain for Bobesto but here’s where Skinny Man comes in. Bobesto used Skinny Man and his crew of guys to help scare the other politicians, that weren’t helping Bobesto, to help pass new bills that would increase tax incomes from small businesses as well middle income families. Basically Bobesto was skimming the surface of the water but the water he skimmed was a large amount thanks to the rising water aka money.
Finally someone wanted this to end and for whatever reason. They decided to hire a guy named Winters and he found this one little crack that Skinny Man nor Bobesto saw. It was in the form of the company that does routine pest control at Bobesto’s house. It’s assumed Winters got into this company and into Bobesto’s house. It’s unknown how long Winters was undercover but he came out with the info on Bobesto sometime later. Bobesto was taken into custody but Skinny Man avoided the cops and made his way to Winters… Skinny Man is in the hospital right now. Skinny Man’s crew was also arrested but one of them tried to take out Winters but he ended up with a bullet in his head. I can also report that all the other crew members of Skinny Man’s crew are dead and the police have no idea who it might have been…
Right now the Secretary of the Treasur of Rentony has been taken over by Christopher Olaph. There has been no investigation into any one else that was connected to the Bobesto scandal expect for Skinny Man and his crew (all dead now).
The search for Drekal O’Kene turns up this:
Name: Drekal O’Kene
Metatype: Ork
Age: 36
Occupation: Private Investigator
Current Address: *Unknown*
Other Info: On December 17, 2073 O’Kene was arrested by a Private Investigator named Winters. O’Kene was arrested and later found guilty of taking advantage of his clients and extorting
them for multiple things from money, weapons, or other things. Some disgruntled party hired Winters to look into O’Kene and prove the monster he truly was.
[Attachment: Picture of Winters and O’Kene sitting on a park bench]
O’Kene turned up dead however when he was moved from the court to the prison. The guards in the transport vehicle didn’t see or hear anything jus that O’Kene just kind of slumped over in the back and just never got up.
-
There was quite a bit of chatter about a professional thief named Devil, who's real name was believed to be Adrian Moreau. Much of what can be found about him was written several years ago when he was arrested and hospitalized following a heist in which his crew had left him for dead. Drugged and interrogated, he gave up his personal collection of stolen goods, which turned out to include nearly every piece of valuable art that had been stolen in the area in over half a decade prior to the original investigation. However, he never gave up the identities of his accomplices, despite their own apparent lack of loyalty.
After his recovery he was imprisoned in Everett, but disappeared less that two weeks after his arrival. Nobody knows how, since there was no trace of him making the getaway. The authorities claimed that he must have had help, though there was no evidence to suggest such. Since that escape, it was noted that he was probably responsible for several advancements in the prison's security systems, though the details of such systems were not revealed.
Looking back further, Adrian grew up not that far from there, in one of the worst parts of the Redmond Barrens, which, at that time, was known as the devil's playground. It was believed by some that the location was the source of his nickname. These days the area is called the crossroads by most. Devil's arrest record is said to begin at the age of eight, which is supposedly the first official documentation of the man. It would have been then that he was first assigned a SIN. Currently there was an ongoing search for him, being conducted by local authorities. He continued to not only elude, but to also embarrass said authorities further by stealing back half of the collection that was taken from him.
He was something of a folk hero to a few, while others openly cursed him. Those few people who claimed to have actually met him typically didn't have anything nice to say about him, other than the opinion that he was good at what he did. The word "dick" appeared multiple times, and one person even claimed that the man stole from his partners. The comment was followed by a contrarian claiming that "Devil always works alone", and is "actually a pretty decent guy for an orphan from the crossroads". In short, he was a a popular subject for local discussion for a short time, several years ago, around the time of his arrest (especially with underworld types). During other periods of time, such as more recently, the information and discussion had been a slow trickle, akin to any runner who demanded minor infamy.
More information could likely be found if one were to look into specifics.
-
He committed the connection between the names Devil and Adrian Moreau to his memory first off, before deciding to surrender into curiosity and look a bit deeper into the identity of 'Adrian Moreau'. Evidently the runner specialised as a thief, and quite a good one, as well as an escape artist. Perhaps he should see if there were any records of Devil's stay in Everett as well. He didn't really have an interest in the accomplices beyond possible names, it would be good to know to watch out for them.
Other things caught his attention. Stealing from partners, eh? Better verify that. He looked further into possibilities of a case where Devil had performed that action, as well as detains on the objector to the accusation. The only other thing he really wanted to look in to was any possible recent activity of particular significance. Who knows, perhaps later he might try to peek around in Devil's commlink, if he can break in. Now would be inappropriate, also discourteous to Mr Johnson.
-
Shira was eager to start planning for that run. Information was key, but if Collider had gathered such an array of people, she knew they all had something to bring to the plate. And if they wouldn't get the info directly from the Johnson, she was sure they would manage to gather it from the Matrix or some quick investigation.
She had decided to let the guy calling himself Devil run the negotiations. Though she knew she was far more skilled than anyone else here in this field, it was a good way to understand and see what her new companions were capable of. Winter was more her type of man but somehow she fell compelled to pay attention to Devil when he spoke. Then it stroke her. Pheromones! Her enhanced pheromones receptors were running aloof, multiplying the effects of Devil's bioware. That must be it! Her dad had decided against this sort of enhancement for her; her clients/targets would not have taken lightly being tricked like this and a simple olfactic scanner could probably identify the unusual exchange of pheromones. Too dangerous to be caught with it. For her at least. Though she could think of a few Johnson she had met who would not be too pleased either knowing they were being victim of this subtle 'drug'. She had to inquire if that was true.
Interesting group. Could she hope for them all being able to work together? Could this be the beginning of a soon-to-be renown shadowrunner team?
[spoiler=About Siroi Tenshi]Maybe because of her past tainted in blood, deception and family drama, Shira doesn't care much about what her teammates' past. She's more interested in what they are capable of. However players may be looking into her past. Very little info is available. A quick face recognition scan would bring up records of Sonya Smith, leaving downtown Seattle, young widow of a Parker Smith, no surviving family, no police records. Parker Smith, an EVO bureaucrat freshly promoted to the Seattle Branch, died two years ago. Fatal crossfire wounds during robbery incident on EVO's premises. Shiroi Tenshi either has had her identity and past well hidden, or she is just a sadden widow who wants what... revenge? adventure?
I guess it's gonna take more than a Matrix search to know the truth about Shira :) First start would be to find out her real identity, which she hasn't used since leaving Tir Tairngire. Her Dad has never made her disappearance public.[/spoiler]
-
Devil did indeed seem to have a supernatural magnetism, which served him well in negotiations, among other things. Despite this, it almost seemed as though he was mildly uncomfortable with being the center of attention at times. At other moments he seemed to relish it, like when he thought himself clever. It was a sign of a naturally shy soul, thrust into a habitat with no mercy for such a person who they truly were.
His prison stay was brief, but their records weren't too difficult to access for a being of Fang's talents. In the documentation, Devil looked a little different. The picture showed him with scars and bruising from recent and past ordeals. There were no such imperfections on the man in front of Fang. Perhaps he had some minor surgery since then. The psychological profile marks him as highly intelligent, but unstable, with obsessive tendencies. It was also noted that he showed uncanny resistance to psychoanalysis and interrogation, even about subjects as simple as what his name was. Several major parts of the file had been obviously removed though, and were seemingly unavailable.
Little comes back in regards to him stealing from partners. Some say he wasn't trustworthy and told stories, but they were second hand at best. "My friend said they worked with him on a job and he ran off with the package." That sort of thing, though talking general smack about him seemed to be a fairly popular activity at certain points in matrix history. More common is the story about how Devil was betrayed by his own crew. It was a sort of cautionary tale, whispered in the dark corners of the matrix, where runners and other unseemly types dared to communicate with eachother about the lifestyle, among other things.
The details of the objector are few. Their handle is "ForbiddenFlora". Their local profile lists them as a female that is located in Seattle, and their grammar marks them as having some education. Their exact identity might be available if a person was to delve deeper with some good old fashioned hacking. Then again it might not. Many of the users on such nodes tended to be secretive and had certain countermeasures against such probing
When considering the hack on Devil's commlink, Fang notices that there is no trace of standard wireless frequencies being used by Devil, though the rogue's mannerisms show subtle signs that he is often using AR even as he speaks. Quite the multitasker. Probably only someone who uses a lot of AR would notice.
Recent activity shows little, aside from a short discussion pertaining to a local art theft. Only one piece was stolen from the private collector. The painting known as"Une Mascarade au XVII Siecle", which had been stolen years before and later returned to that collector by the authorities. Its estimated value was 600,000 Nuyen in 2068, when it had been originally stolen. The collector's security system was rumored to be one of the most expensive on the market. The theft was attributed to Devil, who was the original thief, by all accounts.
-
Fang mentally shook his head in mild exasperation at the lack of information on Shira. He'd eat his tail if that was all the information on her, although it seemed to be all he was going to get without time for a much more in-depth research, which would be easier to do in VR rather than AR. Perhaps after he called on a Paladin for the mission. The name's of Sonya and Parker Smith could be useful however, and he noted them down for later in a file for the team in his datachip.
Moving on to Herr Devil... Another curiosity. Scar-free now, yet scarred in prison records. Granted surgery in this day and age could easily hide it, but some don't always do it. Obsessive? Good to keep in mind on trying to handle him, or not be handled too much by him judging from the negotiations. Won't have to worry about him giving important information under interrogation as well. Information seems to be missing though... Perhaps he has a hacker friend, or is one himself.
Seems to be a bit of a legend from the stories of how he handled being betrayed, alongside how many people seemed to dislike him. Perhaps he should look into Frau ForbiddenFlora later, might be able to get some good information. It'd be a bit rude to go hacking in the middle of this meeting though, he'd have to do it later. Shame really. This was starting to be interesting too. Granted browsing information on the AR wasn't exactly polite either, but it might look a bit more obvious if he started hacking.
He looked at the object of his curiosity now, watching as Devil spoke with the Johnson. The guy certainly dressed nicely, suggesting that he had indeed possibly pulled off that theft recently. Or had been earning well. Or stealing money. Either way, the thief probably wasn't lacking in nuyen. And... Wait.... Fang narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Devil. Are his eyes... Flicking slightly? He's probably reading AR stuff too. Pretty well trained, no other gestures or movements... Probably has a DNI.
[spoiler=Further info on Fang]Further information about the dog-like monster at the orphanage state that it was once a human kid, but then in 2061, something happened that led to him being taken to the hospital. When he came back, he was the monster that the blogger detested greatly. They were not able to remember any name beyond 'Ulrich' in the log.
Closer to home in Seattle, a bit of facial recognition would link him to the name 'Maxwell Kojote'. His actual Runner career seems to be a bit vague, except for some scathing commentary on his lack of use in actual combat. Other commentary states that Fang had a skill at locating more than just information. He seemed to be very versatile where the Matrix was concerned, and was very alert outside of it as well. Apparently the nose and ears aren't just for show. The agreement on all the people who appeared to have worked with him was to never let the pup handle any form of negotiations, ever.[/spoiler]
A careful look at Fang now might show a slight inattentiveness to the discussion. While he appeared to be observing Devil, his eyes seem somewhat unfocused, as if lost in thought. A scan over him in the Matrix would reveal what appears to be a very low grade commlink in Active mode, but nothing else; which seems to be at odds with the praise of his matrix skills.
-
Mr. Johnson turns to meet Devil's eyes, "I can offer up to 5000 in gear as you request, but only 15,000 nuyen after that. If that is acceptable, I will leave you all now to make your plans. Any further information you require should be directed through Mr. Collider," he waves a hand to the man in the heavy white coat, and departs through the same door you all arrived through followed by his two bodyguards. Collider stays behind to supervise the rest of the initial meeting.
"As for plans for the building, those we do not have. But I trust that Dr. Nelson's guidance will be more than sufficient once inside. If you are looking for air ducts and elevator shafts and such, that will be up to you to find on your own, I apologize for the inconvenience. To answer your question from earlier, about why you, I can only guess at Mr. Johnson's motives, each of you must have some skillset that will be required throughout your employment. Then again, perhaps the overlap is simply to ensure that the mission is accomplished even if some of you don't make it through."
"I now leave it to you as a group to decide on how you would like to infiltrate the hospital, if any specifics are required please let me know how I can help," Collider says with a smile, but the smile fades as he cocks an ear to some sound that he picks up on.
Let's have everyone roll a hearing perception (4) test, if successful, follow this with a running test (results will depend on successes). Please use invisible castle, since it is what I am most familiar with. Let the rolling begin!
-
[spoiler=Tests]
Perception Test - Johnson Meeting (11d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3911123/). Thankfully not a glitch. Still, one hit?
Intuition (5) + Perception (5) + Keen-Eared (1) + Audio Enhancement (3) (14d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3914652/)
Moot point anyway. I can roll all zero dice on a running test.[/spoiler]
Fang was just about to go back to researching on the Matrix when an odd sound coming through his headphones caused him to tense up, stopping his browsing of the Matrix.
-
[spoiler=Tests] Perception:
9d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3911206/)
Running:
9d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3914649/)[/spoiler]
Shira gave a nod in acceptance of the Johnson money offer. She believed she could have gotten more that what Devil did, but overall was satisfied with the amount.
She stood up from her chair as the Johnson made his exit, as a sign of respect.
She was ready to return to the conversation with her new teammates when suddenly....
-
[spoiler=Tests]Perception Test: 13d6.hits(5)=6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3911742/)[/spoiler]
Winters stood up from his chair and stretched as the Johnson left and tucked his hands into his pockets.
He listened to Collider but when Winters notices some sound he cocks his ear in the same direction that Collider does.
-
Missed by one hit. Still that's a pretty difficult perception test for most characters. Will Devil still get to run when he notices everyone else running? Lol.
11d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3914151/)
Still distracted by multiple things going on, such as getting foiled in his negotiation attempts, Devil failed to notice the sounds right away.
-
As Collider cocked his ear to the side, he smiled only slightly, a knowing smile at the sound he heard, and a few of the gathered runners did as well. It was the sound of the Johnson's car leaving, but there was something more there, a second engine, larger, throatier. As Shira heard the second, she sprinted to the door of the warehouse building and made it just in time to see the last of a team of heavily armed and armored men climbing aboard a heavy assault vehicle. The swat armored citymaster began to close its rear hatch as the last man on the team turned back and winked at Shira. From what she could see, he was wearing solid swat armor and carried a long rifle with a large scope. Immediately, she returned to the rest of the runners to report what she saw.
I'll let you roleplay however you want to tell them before I post more
-
Winters chuckled to himself a little at what Shira told them, "I guess the Johnson likes to come prepared. Plus it would be nice if I could get a SWAT armor kit from him... those things aren't cheap."
Winters then turned his gaze to the ceiling. A fucking tactical team for a meeting... this Johnson was either really paranoid or he was expecting a different meeting with us. Winters then brought his gaze down to Fang.
"Hey... Fang, you wouldn't mind digging up those blueprints of the hospital would ya?" Winters said in a quiet tone to the changeling.
-
Well I'm glad neither of you caused trouble during the meeting. Said Shira as she came back into the room and described what she saw outside.
Are you guys planning on staying here for the night? If a SWAT could sneak around us, I don't give much trust in this place, no offense Collider. Powerful men have powerful enemies and I'd rather we start our planning in a more familiar place. What do you say? She looked at each one of her new teammates as well as Collider.
-
The changeling put aside his research in the Matrix as Shira returned. "I would prefer that we plan in a different and more secure location." Fang spoke quietly. He was mildly surprised that there was a SWAT team working with Herr Johnson for the meeting, perhaps he expected hostility? Or perhaps he was keeping it in case the team had an issue involving arrogance and ego? Collider didn't seem too surprised by it, almost amused. Well if there was a lesson, it's not to mess with their employer.
At Winters' question, Fang smirked slightly, his namesake fangs showing as he did so, giving him a slightly feral appearance. "I can do that. Probably not here though, might take me a little bit and I'd rather be in a more secure location first." Going into VR would be best and he'd rather not do that out here; even AR would be a bit of a risk, and slower. Plus if his skills failed he'd probably have to request the help of a sprite, and that could be tiring.
"Herr Collider... Would you happen to have any other information or objectives for us?" His tone was respectful as he spoke to the fixer. In truth he was somewhat skittish after realising that a SWAT team had blindsided them; he wanted to preferably move to a safer location soon before a more decidedly unpleasant group surprised them.
-
"No, I've told you all I can for now, I will gladly accompany you to wherever you would like to continue this meeting if you'll have me, or I can simply leave you to your devices and you can contact me whenever you please. You should all already have my contact information on your commlinks now." Collider did seem a bit amused at the revelation of the SWAT team.
-
As soon as Devil caught on to the enforcement presence he disappeared; literally. Throwing up his hood, he dropped into chameleon mode and faded from view. He then simply waited in the shadows of a corner for the meeting to resolve and for collider to leave, finding the whole event a little too constricting. They knew how to contact him, and they knew his face. What else did they know? The thief didn't much care for being used as a pawn. Pawns were expendable... up until the point were they became something more threatening to a player.
"That will be all, mr. Collider.", came the voice from nowhere. He then watched closely as the fixer took his leave.
-
Shira was quick to realize one of them went missing, but her enhanced pheromones receptors quickly picked up the scent of her new companion. Ruthenium Polymer coating. Would catch and reflect ambient light to make it hard to see. It seemed it was working quite well, particularly in this dim environment, but she'd rather have a mage cast an invisibility spell, really.
Devil, I hope you don't plan on disappearing at every sign of trouble coming our way, right?
It's late already, why don't we meet at my apartment, say 6:30am, and start our plan of action. You guys will have time for a quick rest and please a fresh shower, she added as her stare passed by Mick. She broadcast her address and waited for the others to acknowledge.
-
Winters grumbled to himself as he noticed Devil disappear and was about to say something but Shira took them right out of his mouth. He then started to look for Devil with his keen eyes but when he spoke it wasn't hard for Winters to pinpoint his location. Winters gave a glare towards Devil in his invisible state a short of "I know where you are".
Winters looked towards Shira when she said everyone should go home and gets some rest and meet back again in the morning at Shira's place, "Sounds like a plan and I'll bring some breakfast." Winters knew that they could eat from Shira's stuff but Winters knew a awesome breakfast joint a couple blocks from his place. It would be polite as he didn't know if Shira would like them to be rummaging through her food stuffs.
Winters then placed Shira's address in his contacts and was starting out the door when he turned around giggling his keys in his pocket, "Anyone need a ride? Public is kind of sketchy at this time of day."
-
Fang looked at Devil's location with some amusement. While he couldn't see the thief, his ears and nose told him what his eyes could not. He, barely, resisted the urge to be childish and do the exact same thing with his chameleon suit. He couldn't really criticise Devil for being paranoid, but he hoped that going invisible wouldn't lead to fleeing at trouble.
As Shira broadcast her address, Fang noted it down into his datachip and nodded in acknowledgement at her, looking away from Devil's location as he did so. "Sounds good. I'll see if I can grab those blueprints before we meet up then." As Winters offered a ride, the changeling looked at him gratefully, standing as well. "I'll take you up on that. Will make my life easier."
Let's see... I can grab the blueprints before I go to bed, but getting the sprites to stick around will take a fair bit longer. Perhaps after I arrive at Shira's place or something. He joined Winters at the doorway, looking more relaxed with Collider and the Johnson gone.
-
"Why? Would you miss me?", Devil responded without missing a beat, clearly find himself entertaining.
"I might not always stay with the pack, but I wont leave you to the hunters. I don't run like that."
"You have your methods, I have mine. That's why I'm here."
Devil received the information to his commlink, just he heard Collider's vehicle start. It crossed his mind that perhaps they should meet a couple of hours later in the morning, but he kept the thought to himself, deciding that it would make him seem even more questionable to the group to voice it. Having your own way of doing things was one thing, but not being a team player was another altogether.
A few seconds later he reappeared with the usual special effects, though now he was much closer to the others, with a large shotgun pistol resting in his crossed arms. Fluidly holstering the beast, he slipped through the door, and began stalking off into the drenched shipping yard.
"Sure, I know that building. Nice digs. ....I'll see you all bright and early.", he called out, over the sound of the rain. With his back turned, he absently raised a hand in the air, as if to say goodbye. At least he was 'trying' to seem friendly now, in his own distrustful, distant way.
-
Before Winters could wave to Fang to get going Devil appeared next to him with his shotgun in hand. Winters had no immediate reaction but a blank cold stare at Devil... it would of been met with a nice pistol whip to the back of the head but Winters thought that was a little rude in this group setting.
"Ci vediamo dopo, stronzo." Winters said to Devil when he walked out into the rain.
Winters then looked over to Fang and waved for him to join him outside, "Lets go Fang. I suspect I have a long drive."
-
Fang shook his head, smirking slightly at Devil's reappearance; though he did eye the gun with some surprise before it was holstered. "Auf wiedersehen." He called out to Devil as the thief walked off in the rain.
At Winters' gesture, he followed the blonde outside, waving a farewell to Shira as he did. As he joined Winters outside, he told the man where the changeling would need to be dropped off. "Hopefully shouldn't be too out of the way for you."
-
"Not that far for me," Winters said as walked towards the Mercury Comet parked in a ally across the docks. Winters didn't say much the rest of the way to his car.
He unlocked the drivers door and hopped in unlocking the passenger door from the inside, "A little old school I know but it throwers the gangers for a loop sometimes and people like yourself, hackers."
Winters then grabbed some papers sitting in the passenger seat and stuffed them into the glove box. He then started up the car and switched on the lights and put it into gear. Winters didn't talk all that much on the way to Fangs place and instead tuned into his radio and his custom soundtrack. He dropped Fang off at his place and when Fang was inside Winters logged Fangs address into his commlink, for safe keeping.
Winters then returned to his place in Renton and found his mother sound a sleep in her room. Winters set his alarm for 4:30 and stripped down and plunked his Thunderbolt down on his nightstand. He then turned in for the night.
-
The remainder of the night passes uneventfully, and the coming morning promises to be another bleak day of slate gray skies and overflowing gutters. It almost seems like the city is being washed clean, as the refuse piled along the streets is swept away. However, it brings back the creepy crawlies that try to hide in the sewers most times. Reports of devil rats have been circulating, but nothing concrete just yet. As you wake, you are greeted by a message on your commlink from Collider.
[[Thank you for meeting with me last night, I look forward to working with all of you. If you are planning on having certain items acquired, simply respond here, and they will be delivered promptly. -Collider]]
Now it is time to get ready, get ideas, and head to Shira's apartment.
-
@Collider: Requesting a satellite uplink and 5 fiberoptic cables. Fang felt somewhat sheepish that he hadn't replenished his resources after misplacing his old uplink. At least Collider could do it and save him time. Hopefully the fixer wouldn't say too much about it.
The changeling rested back, closing his eyes and entering VR. It would make finding the blueprints easier if they could be found on the matrix.
[spoiler=Finding blueprints]Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939266/) First minute: 3 hits
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939271/) Second minute: 5 hits
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939273/) Third minute: 10 hits
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939274/) Fourth minute: 15 hits
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939275/) Fifth minute: 20 hits
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939276/) Sixth minute: 23 hits
Data Search (3) + Browse CF (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + Hotsim (2) (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3939277/) Seventh minute: 26 hits[/spoiler]
Changing his perspective back to AR after transferring his findings to his datachip, Fang shook his head, yawning widely as he actually got up. He took a quick shower to freshen up, automatically considering finding somewhere nicer to stay after this mission is over. Not only to change his location but to also be comfortable.
He quickly gathered together his gear, before heading out into the rain, gritting his teeth slightly as he did so. Hopefully Shira's place will be warm, and she won't be unhappy at the smell of wet fur.
-
@Collider: I will send my requests to you soon. Thank you.
He lay in his bed awake for a long time that night. It was always like that during a mission, no sleep. He had heard back from Yvette, but she had little information. Nothing he didn't know. No consensus could be found between the two of them as to an explanation of the events. His mind wasn't on the past now, though, it was focused on the path ahead, and each of the factors involved. When he heard research hospital he heard secure corporate facility, with an armed security team on site at the very least. His mind wandered until sleep finally found him.
In the morning he got up at five thirty feeling groggy, and went through his routine at work speed. He event skipped a few steps. There was little enough time that he decided to get going and grab something to eat along the way. During his brisk and invisible walk to his hideaway he felt himself begin to wake up from his daze. The outlaw mounted his bike and took off towards the part of downtown that his new teammate lived in. He did make one stop, though, for a bag full of donuts and a half gallon of milk.
Finally he arrived, only a minute late, and rang Shira's buzzer. "It's cold out here.", he said into the intercom, feeling the need to cut the tension with his own brand of underlying quirkiness.
-
@Collider: You'll get my list soon.
Winters was already awake before his alarm went off... a habit he's developed over the time being a PI. It also served him well in the shadows as well but it sometimes led to him not getting enough sleep another nasty habit he picked up being a PI. The shower however served as Winters soykafe this morning. He quickly left a note for his mom on the counter telling her he's was going to be out for a while today and put out her medication next to it with a glass of water. Winters was already out of his apartment at 5:20 and on his way to the breakfast joint down the street. The place was called the Bagel Shop and he has never tasted better food in his life. It was very popular in Winters neighborhood as well as beyond so getting there early was the key to getting your food fast, but you always had the earlier birds that got there before opening like Winters and there was a good amount of them even in this weather.
Winters squeezed his way past two orks with his order, 3 croissants with egg and cheese and 3 breakfast burritos, out of Bagel Stop and he was walking over to his car when he saw a familiar face sitting on the hood of it with a drenched hoodie.
"Izzy, what did I tell you about contacting me." Winters said in a annoyed tone.
What, I can't say high to a friend." Izzy said hopping off the hood of his Mercury Comet.
"We're aren't friends." Winters said as he walked over to the door and got out his keys and unlocked the door but Izzy put her hand on it before he could open it.
"I need help." She said in a low tone.
"You can get help else where." Winter said turning to face her.
"In this place? You're the only person I know that won't try to put me in a sex parlor or worse."
"I said you can find help else where." Winters said as he opened the door but Izzy slammed it on him.
Winters was a quick, dropping the bag and grabbing Izzy's hand and pinning it to her chest and brought her around and pinned her against his car, she squealed a little when he did it. It drew some eyes from the parking lot and Bagel Stop but Winters didn't care.
He then positioned his face right in front of hers their lips almost touching, "If I see you around me again I swear I'll put you in a sex parlor myself or maybe worse, now frag off, I have to be some where." He tugged her out his way and grabbed the bag of food on the ground.
"Fuck you Winters!" She said throwing up her middle finger.
Winters just sighed to himself and closed the door of his car and sped off to Shira's place.
Winters parked 3 blocks away from her place and was walking up to the buzzer when he saw Devil there, "Buongiorno," he said to Devil walking up to the door waiting to be buzzed in.
He looked then looked down to see Devil had a bag of donuts and a half gallon of milk, "I said I'd grab breakfast," Winters said holding up the wet and wrinkled bag from Bagel Stop to Devil, "but the more the merrier as I'm starving."
-
Devil glanced over his shoulder to the larger man as he approached.
"Yo.", came the hesitant greeting in kind.
With a brief smirk, he lifted the items just enough to emphasize them.
"I have dietary restrictions.", he replied quietly, making it sound as though he 'had' to eat doughnuts.
He cast Winters a second glance after a moment of silence had passed, those sharp reddish eyes quickly scanning him for information.
"Rough morning? ...Or do you just always look like that?"
Those words, of course, could be taken in a number of ways. However, he was referencing the fact that, behind Winter's practiced calm demeanor, Devil saw tells that would traditionally indicate the subject was coping with anxiety or anger.
-
"Bullshit," Winters said with a half smile when Devil told him he had dietary restrictions
Winters' blue eyes clashed with Devils red as the man asked him a question, "Just had a hard time getting the breakfast here. I almost had to fight two orks to get out of the breakfast shop."Winters said telling part of the truth.
"How about you? You look like you raced here at about a hundred miles per hour." Winters said noting some of Devils impatient natures as they stood there waiting to be buzzed in.
-
Fang walked swiftly throgh the cold, hunched over to keep warm. On the way to Shira he altered his path to go by a simple takeout. After a short exchange, he left with four sets of krill-bacon sandwiches. He wasn't sure if the others liked it, but hopefully Winters would have covered the rest. It was morning, Fang at least needed something meat-like in his system. He secured the back of sandwiches within his coat to try and keep it dry.
As the two waited to be buzzed in, the third member of the team slowly approached them, hunched over slightly to keep warm. His eyes lit up slightly as he smelled two familiar scents, relieved that he had found the place and would soon, hopefully, be warm. "Morning..." He spoke when he came into earshot of Devil and Winters, his voice quieter from his hunching over. The walk in the cold and rain had woken him up fully, as much as he would have preferred otherwise. As he noticed that the two had brought food, he smiled sheepishly, opening the coat slightly to show the bag of sandwiches he had grabbed, still somewhat warm.
"Knew you were grabbing something Winters, but wasn't sure what, and I needed something meat-like."
-
"Just had a hard time getting the breakfast here. I almost had to fight two orks to get out of the breakfast shop."
"Oh?"
"How about you? You look like you raced here at about a hundred miles per hour."
Devil raised the hand holding his white motorcycle helmet into the air, motioning to the rain rain falling on their heads as if that was explanation enough.
He was about to make a smartass comment about an umbrella when the young changelink strolled up, cheerfully going on about more food. Devil just froze and stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly sighed, turned and buzzed everyone in the building. The door made a ding sound and a calm feminine voice welcomed them as he pushed his way inside. The door quickly closed behind him, but a few seconds later, he opened it again to say, "Are you coming?", then held it partially open for them.
-
A full hour of Kata, stretching and mediation and Kira was ready for a nice and warm shower, hoping soon enough after, her breakfast would come along with her new teammates.
And spot on, as soon as she got out, her companions had arrived. She delayed them a few seconds to grab some clothes, and buzzed them in with a simple voice command to the CHN, that relayed her welcome message to the building's outside speakers. <<Come on in>>
As the group made their way into the building then into her loft, they caught glimpse of Shira in the bedroom side of the room, finishing buttoning a neutral but form-revealing white shirt over a laced bra, well paired with fitted pair of jeans. She gracefully walked toward them as she invited them to step in. Her nimble body, bathed by the rays of a sunrise, was simply calling for attention; a light and discreet make up only highlighting the natural beauty of her face.
Rays from the sun rising? When/if they managed to get their eyes off Shira, and look at the place, they discovered a decent size loft, very light and well decorated with a very modern feel. It was one huge room with only a couple pillars separating different living area, a definite open-space concept. Most of the furniture were white, sometimes with a touch of grey or black. The only colors came from sparse decoration, mostly on the form of art piece. A few of them were AR art reproduction, others were holographic, and only a couple were real. Most of them had a strong Japanese influence except for the real piece that were -for an expert eye- of pure elven style.
The sunlight was coming from a well designed AR Wall. Faking a big window, the outside view was an outstanding beach landscape with the sun rising over the ocean. It brought an extra serenity and warmth to the otherwise very sterile environment. Everything was neat, too neat maybe. Nothing was out of place, or in the process of being put away.
She invited them into the kitchen area. Well that's interesting. she said as three of them pulled out bags of food. It said a lot about the dynamic of the team, about assigning responsibilities and trusting each one with a task and about deciding of their own terms. She wasn't going to debate further. It wasn't gonna be easy.
I'm sure you all brought wonderful goodies, but Winter promised some world-class treat, so mind if I try that first?. She was well mannered and even charming asking it. Her voice perfectly fitted her appearance. It was more than just beauty or charm, she exhaled pure raw charisma.
-
Fang felt relieved as they entered shelter from the elements, squeezing excess water out of his tail before walking inside. At least it didn't fluff up like it usually did when he dried it properly at home, it'd be hard to take him somewhat seriously with an excessively fluffy tail. As he noticed Shira, he was caught briefly by surprise. Like before when meeting with Collider, she certainly had an unearthly grace to her that was only increased by the lights and clothing she wore. Like with Devil, Shira seemed to automatically get his trust, like she wouldn't be a traitor. Hopefully anyway.
He took in the modernised loft. Very white, very open. Very nice art pieces, some AR, some holographic, some real. Most seemed to be Japanese, but he wasn't too sure. There was one he was fairly sure was not Japanese, but he had no idea what kind of culture it may have come from. An AR wall with a window to a beautiful view of the beach. Overall it was a pleasant home, very neat. Neat enough that he felt somewhat sheepish, thinking of themess his home mostly was. Perhaps he should give the place a clean when this was all over...
As Shira brought mention to the fact they had all brought food, his ears and tail drooped slightly in embarrassment; Shira probably would quickly notice it if she scented him. The krill-bacon probably was not world-class in any shape or form, but it did the job for him. Granted it wasn't real meat, but some of the health risks involved with it meant that having real meat was a bit of a risk for him. His meatspace shyness, brought on from spending most of his life in the Matrix, had certainly come back. Perhaps he should have found a nicer place; he could have avoided getting food but concerns at not having something relatively meaty quashed that idea. He didn't respond to Shira's request, even as her charismatic presence distracted him again for a few moments before he shook it off.
-
Winters sighed to himself as he went into the building trailing Devil.
When they got to Shira's place the first place his eyes were looking were not at her but her place just observing and taking it all in. The white, the art work (AR, holo, and real), the exact location of the furniture, the smell. His eyes went to Shira when the rays of sun light coming from the fake window caused him to wince at the sudden brightness.
When they were invited to the kitchen Winters set the bag of food on a counter and took off his jacket and set it over one of the chairs fully reavling his shoulder holster with the Ruger Thunderbolt as well as the combat knife sheath on his belt and his commlink.
He grumbled to himself when Shira noted that the others also brought food.
"I said I would grab it," he said with a little anger in his voice.
He slid the wet bag across a counter to Shira leaving a little trail behind it.
"It's Winters by the way not Winter," Winters said putting a emphasis on the s, "You can pick what you want from the bag, a over sized croissant with egg and cheese or the breakfast burrito with bacon, egg, and cheese, with a little bit of hot sauce.", Winters said in a cold tone that clashed with Shira's very charismatic one.
-
Upon walking into the apartment, a number of things crossed Devil's mind. Her appearance certainly warranted notice, but Devil was well aware that such presence was often used as a tool. He glanced down at his own clothing as he walked past her into the room, then straitened his wet duster.
"You have some taste.", he said quietly, mostly to himself.
His memorable eyes seemed to be intent on the art in the loft, as he casually strolled from one piece to another one, eating a chocolate donut. Noticing that the other's were headed to another room, he moved to follow them.
"Relax, ikkokumono. I plan to eat your food and these donuts.", he said in response to Winters, moving to the counter. He ripped off the top of the cardboard milk box and began dunking his second donut in. He then slid the bag down the counter. His way of offering them to whoever wanted them.
"So... Recon, right? That's where we start. AR and Physical. I need to know more about security, layout... and personnel data might be useful later. The bottom line is we are talking about a small number of rooms in a mega's facility. Flying blind isn't really an option."
"Maybe that contact on the inside can give some information... maybe even some assistance getting in. Personally, though, I'd just like to roll down there and get some information my way."
He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest and trying to look noncommittal, as if it didn't matter to him how they went about it. He wasn't used to working with others, and had a hard time having to answer to them, but here he was. May as well just get it over with as painlessly as possible and get paid.
-
"My apologies, it was an error I will not repeat." Fang responded quietly to Winters, hearing the anger in the blonde's voice. He shook off his embarrassment, taking out one of the krill-bacon sandwiches he had brought for the group and taking a bite out of it. He slid the doughnut bag further to the others as it came to him, listening to Devil's musing. As the thief mentioned the word 'layout', he remembered the documents he had managed to track down earlier. Half-closing his eyes as he focused more on the AR, he sent a request to open a subscription to the commlinks that he could detect related to the three of the others in the room. Granted he could have attempted to hack into them, and hopefully might have succeeded, but that would probably not engender good feelings towards him. Particularly if he wanted to set up a centralised tactical network later on.
If they were paying attention, they'll notice that the access ID requesting access is different from the commlink running on Passive that can be detected on him.
Finishing his mouthful, he spoke aloud to offer an explanation for why he was proverbially knocking on the door of their commlinks. "I did manage to track dome some basic plans of the building this morning. I could try to find out security and personnel info, but that may be easier to get directly from the contact." His expression turned to mildly sheepish. "The plans aren't too detailed sadly. They provide a basic layout, but no real details beyond it. Probably have to get that at the very least out of the doctor."
[spoiler=Building Info Files]
FILE: Main Building:
http://www.architizer.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Screen-shot-2011-10-14-at-2.26.58-PM-600x402.png
FILE: Majority of the floors:
http://lib.auburn.edu/arch/buildings/images/BiologicalResearchFacility.jpg
FILE: Floor of interest: top floor:
http://webspace.webring.com/people/lj/jay_mallory/CBSRmctadmin1.gif[/spoiler]
-
Shira pressed a button and some coffee - or maybe it was just some soycaf - started to brew, covering the kitchen area with a delightful smell.
The croissant was good but her attention quickly went to the task at hand and the plans Fang was sharing.
Nice Job, Fang. That's a good start. At least we can pinpoint our various possible entry points. Before a better audit of the security that is. Devil is right though, I'd rather involve our inside contact as little as possible, if at all until we're in. We have a few days before we need to accomplish the extraction. Fang, would you be able to find a exploit in their matrix security and get in? If we have control of their system, I have the feeling handling the meat won't be as difficult.
Devil, explain "your way". How fast and efficiently can you get some info?
She grab another bite, then brought mugs on the table for everyone. Coffee anyone?
[spoiler=A glimpse at what the guests may have seen upon entering]
link (https://www.dropbox.com/s/dzl4j96uyhsguly/Shira_scene_02.png)
[/spoiler]
-
"Social Engineering. Target a member of the staff.... Sometimes it's as simple as orchestrating a meetcute with the secretary, sometimes I gotta dig up some dirt on 'em. Really all just depends on the target. You try to pick one that you know either knows where the target is or can find out. If they have access it's even better. Either way you get vital information. It's not always quick, but it beats binoculars. I mean short of that... we would need an MTC Fly-Spy drone and sophisticated command software, and even that wouldn't get us access to much. Or I could always try my package delivery guy character out, see how that goes."
From his uncontrolled eye movements it was evident that he was in AR, likely viewing the schematics. "Good stuff."
Devil hesitated for a moment before responding "Please." to Shira's question about coffee.
"Wait a minute... Can't the kid just hack into their security cameras? If he got this, couldn't he just look up security installation records or something?", he asked emphatically, talking about Fang.
-
Fang listened curiously to Devil's explanation of his techniques. A drone could work, he could easily improve the software required to control the drone, the drone itself would just need to have good hardware. Heck, a sprite could do it for him, possibly better than he himself could. At Shira's request about breaking into the security, he nodded in acknowledgement, but waited for Devil to finish talking before he answered. "I should be able to prove their security and sneak in, though I'll need to be on site to do it. I'm reasonably sure the connection is closed-circuit,and even if it's not... Shira I'm sure you'd rather not have your place compromised on the off chance I actually get traced." He chuckled softly. "Either way I should hopefully be able to take control of their system, or mess around with it a bit. I'll also need to get the research data from their storage while you guys grab the samples." He didn't bother to object to being referred to as a kid, considering he was rather young compared to the other three.
"No thanks." Fang responded to the elf's question about coffee. He gulped down another bite from his sandwich before voicing his next statement. "In any case... We'll need to find where the vaccine samples are being kept in the building before we try to do anything else. And if there are any backup samples hidden somewhere. The last thing we need is to have missed destroying something."
Perhaps I should get a Courier instead. They tend to be fairly sneaky while getting information, and that will be what I need.
-
Winters just shook his head at Shira at the mention of coffee.
"I say we use our inside man a little more then you all actually plane to. Looking at the schismatics here we are going to have to get some info from him whether we like it or not." Winters said unwrapping a breakfast burrito.
"Package delivery guy..." Winters said pondering for a bit.
Winters set down his burrito and looked at Shira and Devil, "I'll see if you two don't mind this but my plan calls for getting one of you into the building. If I can see who delivers to the hospital and get a manifesto from them and a delivery truck..." he kind of pauses for a moment before he continues "I think you two can figure out the rest."
Winters grabs the burrito in front of him and starts to take small bits out of it looking at Devil and Shira.
-
Devils eyes gleamed. It was clear that he enjoyed this part of the job.
"Getting into buildings is kinda my thing. Wouldn't mind someone stealthy there to cover me though."
"You're talking about a Trojan Horse for recon? Details, man. Is the truck only there to get a small recon team in? If so we need to find a way to simulate an order. We could send them something, create a false need for something to be ordered, or simply hack their system and make an order for them... Take your pick, but we will probably have to do this twice just for recon. Anyways, that way we will be able to follow the truck and figure out where we'll have to borrow it from. Bad idea to steal it. Even then we don't really know what the hospital protocol is for receiving shipments. If they use a Shiawase delivery service then you can bet your last Nuyen that we need to crack some electronic security just to play the part. I can probably do it, but not so easily on the fly. Can't 100% promise I wont raise any red flags either."
-
Winters finished eating his burrito listening to Devil asking him questions.
"A Trojan Horse for recon is exactly what it is." Winters said leaning against a counter and crossing his arms.
"The truck getting in a small team, say 2 or 3, is the best way. I say creating a false need for something to be shipped in would be better then making an order for them. Ever had someone bring you an unexpected package before? You usually think something fishy is going on and I don't need to have some corp goons crawling all over us because they weren't expecting a delivery."
Winters moved away from the counter, "I'll see what the protocol is for the hospital for delivering packages and I'll look into who does the delivering."
Winters than strolled out of the kitchen while activating his commlink to make a call or two.
Gave Jackie Battle and George Celldew a call to see about the hospitals protocol for deliveries and to see who does deliveries for them.
-
Responses
Jackie Battle: Not sure what service they use, but I bet if you can get me a model of vehicle, I could probably get one for you, might need some mods to make it work out for wherever it's going, but I also know a guy that could probably do that too. Just let me know.
George Celldew: I hear they use that Hermes Delivery Service for most things, from small packages on bicycle couriers to massive equipment in megalifters. I'll send their info to your commlink.
Hermes Delivery Service:
Seattle based delivery specialists, from flowers to flotillas. A winged sandal is their logo with their name in fancy script diagonally across the logo.
A host of possible delivery options is listed:
Bicycle Courier
GMC Bulldog Step Van
Nordkapp Zugmaschine
Ares Dragon
Hawker Ridley HS-950 Skytrain
Each with the listed price and average delivery time. Faster deliveries for a nominal fee of course.
Sorry, no deliveries made to combat zones.
-
Winters returned into the kitchen about 5 minutes later with his contacts info.
"Alright, the guys that deliver from the hospital go by Hermes Delivery Service. They do anything from bike courier to megalifters." Winters sends the delivery options to the rest of the group to take a look at, "Also, I have a guy that can hook us up with a delivery vehicle as well and he can provide us with mods for one if needed."
-
Fang tilted his head to the side in thought. "Hopefully it shouldn't be too hard to generate a fake employment record in case we get caught out. Main thing though is to get that fake inventory shortage going, which means we'll likely need to get nearby to sneak in to the network to do so. After that I can create a backdoor for use during the mission." He looked from Shira to Devil. "Either one of you probably could get close enough to act as a bridge for my connection without drawing any negative attention."
"It'll need to be done very carefully though, both the actual hacking and the method to get near enough to hack. The last thing we need to do is put them on edge."
-
Winters noticed Fang never looked at him when talking about being a bridge, "What, do I seem like the guy to attract all the negative stuff?" Winters said raising his muscular arms.
He just shook his head and dropped his hands down to his sides, "Anyways, how are we going to handle the delivery aspect of things? I have a few ideas myself."
-
"Sure, I can do that.", Devil replied to Fang, his eyes lifted toward the ceiling in thought as he casually ate. "Unless the lady wants the role."
"That's a good question. Without using our inside man it seems like it will be difficult to gain access. Is that what you meant? What were your ideas, Winters?"
-
"I was thinking anyone with a chameleon suit can grab a ride in the delivery vehicle. Probably along the delivery route to the hospital so nothing seems odd to Hermes... they will be keeping track of the vehicle. I was also thinking of the box trick. You literally load someone into a box, one that's big enough, and get them into the building or facility that way." Winters said as he leaned his body against a counter.
-
((OOC: Wondering if Obidancer has disapeared on us...))
"I'm willing and able to perform either of those roles. When it comes to fitting inside boxes I'm something of an expert..."
He briefly smiled in a mildly insane manner, making the others question whether he is joking or not.
"How 'bout it, Shira? Wanna handle my package?", he asked with a wink, clearly finding himself entertaining.
-
The changeling chuckled slightly as Winters raised his arms. "Not so much that. More that they are less likely than you to draw the attention. The only person actually likely to draw a fair amount of negative attention vould be me." He bared predator's teeth as if proving a point.
Fang snorted in mild amusement at Devil's behaviour. "Keep it in your pants. You'll have time to flirt later." Turning his thoughts to Winters' suggestion of a box, he tapped a claw on the table absently. "I think it might be an idea to go about it that way. Danger would be if they demand to examine the contents at the door, we'd need to account for that possibility if it comes up."
-
Winters let a small smile appear at the corners of his mouth as Fang bared his teeth at him but the smile disappeared when Devil spoke.
"Cazzo stupido." Winters said under his breath as Fang spoke to Devil. Winters hoped Devil didn't treat every women he saw like that... some would have his balls in this city.
Winters came back to the situation at hand when Fang mentioned the box trick, "We could have a false wall of sorts in the box. Have some of the shipment on top on the false wall and have someone underneath it. However is going to be our delivery boy could just sweet talk his way paste getting the box inspected. I'm more worried about other things like scanners and such right now."
Winters then checked the clock in the upper right hand corner of his AR. A lot of time had already passed with this little breakfast party and would probably be a good idea to do some leg work.
Winter clapped his hands together, "Alright, I think we have a solid plan for now and talking about it more will just waste time. Now we got to do the real dirty work." He walked over to his jacket and flung it on, "So... who wants to come to Hermes DS with me?"
-
The thief ignored their objections to his jokes, seeming completely unaffected by them aside from a self-satisfied smirk. Clearly he was toying with them all. "Wants to might be stronger phrasing than I would use.", He quipped as he pushed off from the counter. "Let's go steal us a delivery job.", he breathed with a sigh. there was a twinkle in his eye that only appeared when Devil talked about theft. Throwing on his hood, he strolled for the door, his hands sliding into his coat pockets. "Hey, furball... Make sure they don't turn us away, ay?" The man casually added, "Counting on yah."
-
Fang flapped a dismissive hand at Devil. "I'll take care of it." He finished off the last of his sandwich and got up, stretching slightly as he moved to get into a better position to slip into VR. Double checking that his subscription to Devil's commlink was still open, he sat against a wall, wanting to avoid the furniture in case the hacking ended up causing him to bleed. Blood on white is not a good look.
His eyes took on an unfocused look as he allowed himself to slip into the comfort of Virtual Reality, his body going limp on the floor, his persona activating on the thief's commlink. He revelled in the comfort of hotsimmed cyberspace, it was good to be back even if it had only been a little while. Since he was going to spend more time there, he took a look around the design of the commlink node, filled with curiosity.
@Devil/Winters: I'm with you guys. Have fun. The message came from their commlinks as they left Shira's house.
-
The commlink node was just as blankly modern as the apartment owned by Shira. White walls adorned with fantastic artwork, some stationary, others streaming glowing flecks of light into the room. The lights seemed dim but comfortable, and the available furniture was all white and oversized. As you settle comfortably into the node, shimmering patterns emerge into access controls for just about everything in the apartment.
While Fang settled into cyberspace, Devil and Winters make for the streets outside. Rain poured off the overhang above Shira's door and as the duo made their way to the car, drops pelted their hoods and threatened to seep through their protective layers. Shaking off and getting into the car takes only a moment and they are off into the overflowing streets once again. City streets seem empty, squatters hide in the porches of abandoned buildings, or hurry between them. Even the rats seem to have disappeared. As Winters makes the first turn, he fleetingly notices a thin man dressed in all white standing on the corner, he can't tell exactly where he is looking because his deep hood hides his face, but he feels like he is looking at Winters and Devil. Though, when he looks back, no one is there.
The drive to Hermes is uneventful, and as you pull to a stop under the delivery company's neon sign, you take a look around. The layout is pretty standard, a fenced lot holds a few vans and two larger trucks. A garage bay door is open and inside you can see messengers milling about trying to avoid getting the next job to deliver something by motorcycle, or worse, bicycle. There is a single story office building attached to the garage with an Open sign flashing above glass doors.
-
Winters thinks about the white coated man for a moment... he doesn't note anything important but he keeps the all white look of him locked away in his head.
When Devil and Winters roll up to Hermes Winters looks over to Devil, "I'll let you do all the talking and I'll be right behind you." Winters then exits his car and walks over to the main office area. He talks a broad look over at the messengers milling around in the garage.
Perception Test to notice anything on the messengers like weapons or anything of the sorts.
Invisible Castle is down so I used the rolz.org site and our group roll area (RainyDays): Perception Test: 13D6E5 => 7 | ones: 1
-
Devil's scanned the information Fang has sent him via augmented reality, then switched his SIN over to that of his good ol' delivery boy character 'Leon Vega'. As a professional, he always made certain that the team had everything strait before he put his ass on the line. "Just make sure the kid is ready. If I get burned I ain't gonna be so funny no more. You feel me?", his voice was unusually serious. The kind of tone that Winters had heard from him at the docks. It seemed that he didn't play around when his own life was at risk in some way. Devil had already changed everything about himself before and he didn't fancy the idea of doing it again. Especially on his own dime. More black market plastic surgery was a regular subject of his nightmares, and this job wasn't even close to worth that, so the thief was going to make damn sure it wouldn't become necessary. One way or another.
Devil used the edge of his hand to slide off some of the water from his coat before straitening it, then brushed his wet brown bangs from his eyes in a vain effort to look more presentable. With a glance at his companion, he sighed. "Try not to look so damn imposing. We ain't here to kill nobody.... C'mon." The man then gracefully made for the door of the building, his red eyes subtly scanning for security measures as he entered. Pausing just inside the doorway, he threw back his hood, trying to look like he had nothing to hide, then ran gloved fingers through his hair to get some of the water out. Finally he looked for the front desk, intending to approach it, should no perceived obstacles or threats come to deter him.
-
Right, let's see what I can do... Fang looked around the node again, before casting his senses wider, first looking for the visible nodes around him. He gestured over his eyes, causing the glow of his Scan Complex Form to be represented by an odd screen over his eyes. Using it, he began to detect the presence of nodes hidden from the naked virtual eye. Step one: Locate
[spoiler=Matrix Actions]
Signal range: 3 (400 metres)
Detect Active/Passive Wireless Nodes
Detect Hidden Nodes (15+)
Scan(5) + Electronic Warfare (1) + HotSim Bonus (2) (8d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4025688/)
Scan(5) + Electronic Warfare (1) + HotSim Bonus (2) (8d6.hits(5)=3) Current Hits; 7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4025689/)
Scan(5) + Electronic Warfare (1) + HotSim Bonus (2) (8d6.hits(5)=2) Current Hits: 9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4025691/)
Scan(5) + Electronic Warfare (1) + HotSim Bonus (2) (8d6.hits(5)=4) Current Hits: 13 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4025693/)
Scan(5) + Electronic Warfare (1) + HotSim Bonus (2) (8d6.hits(5)=4) Current Hits: 17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4025694/)
[/spoiler]
-
At the mention of being imposing Winters sighed to himself and dropped his shoulders down and hunched himself over a little as they entered the front office. Winters took up a nonchalant position right next to the door resting his back against the wall. He just kept his eyes looking about the room as if he was just curious.
-
The nodes around the Hermes Delivery Company begin populating your screen, first is the major, obvious one, Hermes as a company, glowing brightly at the center of the solar system like diagram. Smaller nodes all around are floating and moving about, these must be the individual nodes from commlinks of the delivery personnel. Packets of data are sent back and forth between the workers and their central system located inside the building, followed by deliverymen leaving to go on errands.
Inside the building, Fang and Winters enter a brightly lit clean lobby area with a man sitting at a desk, his hands moving quickly in the air, AR gloves evident, showing that he is interacting smoothly with the inner workings of the company. As Fang approaches the desk, he swipes his hand in a dismissing gesture at what he was working on and looks up at the newcomer.
"What can I do for ya?" he asks of the runner.
-
Fang grinned as he saw the glowing node of the Hermes node. The visual of the setup of Hermes and its workers was rather nice to look at. Sadly however, he needed to do more than simply look at it. He held up his hand next to his eyes, two clawed fingers outstretched as if adjusting the 'screen'. His Analyze form was switched over from the Scan form as he began examining the Hermes node in detail, watching for traps and protections that he would need to remove first.
Let's take a look at you. Don't want to get myself blown up from not being careful. He looked mostly for the presence of a databomb than anything else, though encryption would be next on his list.
@Devil/Winters: Taking a look at the Hermes node now, making sure it isn't trapped. Let me know what you need me to do after I break in, or if you need me to wait.
@Shira: If my body starts bleeding, there are some medkits in my coat. Just in case you want to stop me bleeding everywhere.
[spoiler=Analysis]
Simple Action to Analyze Node: Analyze (5) + Computer (3) + Technomancer Matrix Perception Bonus (2) + Hot Sim Bonus (2) (12d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4027713/)
OOC: Good grief that's embarrassing
1st hit: Is a data bomb present?
2nd hit: Is the node encrypted?[/spoiler]
-
There is no data bomb present at this node juncture, however, there is a rating 4 encryption across the node, feel free to attempt to decrypt
-
Fang looked at the wall of encryption, giving the digital version of a whimper. This might hurt a bit...
The first thing to do was to get the tools required for this task. The tool in this situation was a way to get through this outer wall. Concentrating and drawing from the Resonance of the matrix, he began improvising the tool to get him through the wall. Soon enough he removed the original flow from in front of his eyes, replacing it with this cruder one, allowing him to find a way to solve the encryption.
[spoiler=Matrix Actions]Threading Decrypt: Software (3) + Resonance (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + HotSim Bonus (2) (12d6.hits(5)=6) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4031990/)
Discard two hits for a Rating 4 Decrypt.
Intuition (5) + Resonance (5) (10d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4031998/) Resist four boxes of fading damage.
Fading DV = 0.
Initiate Cryptanalysis:
Combat Turn 1: Electronic Warfare (1) + Decrypt 4 (4) + HotSim Bonus (2) (7d6.hits(5)=1) 1/8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4031999/)
Combat Turn 2: Electronic Warfare (1) + Decrypt 4 (4) + HotSim Bonus (2) (7d6.hits(5)=1) 2/8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4032001/)
Combat Turn 3: Electronic Warfare (1) + Decrypt 4 (4) + HotSim Bonus (2) (7d6.hits(5)=2) 4/8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4032003/)
Combat Turn 4: Electronic Warfare (1) + Decrypt 4 (4) + HotSim Bonus (2) (7d6.hits(5)=2) 6/8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4032005/)
Combat Turn 5: Electronic Warfare (1) + Decrypt 4 (4) + HotSim Bonus (2) (7d6.hits(5)=4) Complete (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4032006/)
Approximate time spent on decryption: Approximately 15-25 seconds
OOC: This should catch me up to the other two.[/spoiler]
-
Babysitter duty, great... said Kira when she witnessed Fang entering VR, comfortably nested against one of her wall - as comfortably as a wall would allow anyway. She went pick up a pillow from her couch and placed in between the inert body of the Changeling and the wall then proceeded to quickly clean up the kitchen.
She used her CHN to display a holographic representation of the very complete Seattle map she owned and zoomed in on the hospital building they were going to break in and its neighborhood. She paid attention to the other buildings surrounding the hospital; their height, proximity, point of views, and tried to find the company(ies) running inside.
A message from Fang interrupted her. She gave the body a look and no part of the fur seem soiled. Shira turned back into her preparation. Once acquainted with the surrounding, she would trace the potential routes to take for the delivery from Hermes where someone could sneak in/on/under the van with without worrying about being noticed.
-
>>Alright, pup. Make or break time.<<
Devil looked from side to side and fiddled with his ear before stepping the rest of the way up to the counter. "Uh, yeah. We got transferred. We're supposed to start here today.", he replied casually, playing the role of a man who is more interested in the female employees than his current conversation.
((Lemme know if you want any rolls from me. Again, sorry for the delay in posting.))
-
Let's really get to work now. The screen in front of Fang's eyes vanished as he finished working with it, before taking out an odd wristwatch and fiddling with it.
[spoiler=threading 1]Software (3) + Resonance (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + HotSim Bonus (2) (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4035848/)
Discarded all hits.
Software (3) + Resonance (5) + Analytical Mind (2) + HotSim Bonus (2) (12d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4035851/)
Stealth CF threaded up from 5 to 9.
Fading DV: 4P - Resonance (5) + Intuition (5) (10d6.hits(5)=6) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4035854/) = 0P[/spoiler]
Having finished upgrading the watch, he moved on to pulling out what looked like an electronic autopicker.
[spoiler=Threading 2]Resonance (5) + Software (3) + Analytical Mind (2) + HotSim Bonus (2) - CF sustain (2) (10d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4035856/)
Exploit CF threaded up from 5 to 8
Fading DV: 3P - Resonance (5) + Intuition (5) (10d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4035859/) = 0P
(I'm really lucky with my fading rolls. I expected to take a couple of boxes of physical there)[/spoiler]
With both complex forms upgraded for the task, he started in on the node.
[spoiler=Hacking on the Fly]Extended test: Hacking+Exploit vs Target's Firewall + 6 (going for admin): Hacking (1) + Exploit ( 8 ) + HotSim Bonus (2) - Sustaining modifier (2) (10d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4035874/)
2/? hits to get in. Node gets to make an iteration of an extended test: Analyze+Firewall vs hacker's stealth (Stealth 9 + The Resonance Difference [Difficult to Analyze] 1 = 10)[/spoiler]
@Devil: On it.
-
Hermes system received no successes to it's detection test to find your hacking. Looks like your luck persists and you are transported to the user domain of an administrator. To anyone else logged into the system, it would look like a corporate system admin just logged in
-
Once Fang entered the corporate node, he discarded changes to his exploit form, maintaining his stealth form to make himself look like an ordinary admin. He brought up a radar in his interface, using it to begin trying to search for the employee database. Upon finding the file he began checking it to make sure it wasn't going to blow up at him.
[spoiler=Matrix Actions]Complex Action - Data Search: Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=6) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038102/) 6/24 hits
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038175/) 10/24 hits
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038177/) 13/24 hits
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=0) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038178/) 13/24 hits (ouch)
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038179/) 18/24 hits
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038180/) 21/24 hits
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038181/) 23/24 hits
Browse(5) + Data Search(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) + Analytical Mind (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (12d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038182/) 28/24 hits
Time taken: 3 seconds if threshold was 6. 9 seconds if threshold was 12. 24 seconds if threshold was 24.
Upon finding the file: Simple Action - Analyze Icon: Analyze(5) + Computer(3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) - Sustaining Modifier (2) (10d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038116/)
1. Does the file have a databomb attached?
2. Is the file encrypted?
3-5. NULL
Simple Action - Set Analyze CF to scan all users and activity. (You make the tests on my behalf when new icons appear and against icons already present. Roll Analyze (5) + Computer (3) + Technomancer (2) + HotSim (2) - Sustaining modifier (2) for a total of 10 dice. See page 228 of SR4A)
Time taken this set of actions: Approx 6, 12 or 27 seconds [/spoiler]
-
No data bomb is present and the encryption that was originally present falls away like a cascade of a parting waterfall as the system recognizes an administrator type icon. Overall, the process took approximately 10 seconds
-
Fang looked around the node somewhat nervously, relaxing as he seemed to have no issues. As he checked out the database, he began making edits to add Devil and Winters to the system.
[spoiler=Matrix Actions]Complex: Edit: 10d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4044894/)[/spoiler]
-
"Transfers huh?" the man's kind face took a sudden downward turn, "I didn't hear about no transfers. Where you boys comin from? You don't look much like the usual buncha college kids we get around here." With a flip of his hand he had reopened the virtual screens on his desk and began looking through records.
Either one of you may make a Con or Negotiation test to see how easily he believes you. As you have the aid of our friendly neighborhood hacker backing you up, I will give you a +2 bonus dice to whatever skill you decide to use, of course, that only applies if your information matches the info that comes up on his data screens.
-
Winters cleared his throat, "I don't know if the transfer made it through yet with this shitty weather and with management being busy all the time... I'm guessing you'll get that fragging stuff a little later.
Winters moved himself away from the wall and walked up next to Devil in his fake haunch before answering the second question and turning on his sub vocal mic to Fang, "We were making our way from the place over in Bellevue. Hey, you gotta make some cred one way or another."
Winters just thought of making it up on the dime as Bellevue was the next closest district to downtown and thought it would make for a solid transfer story and with the sub-vocal mix on he hoped Fang caught the Bellevue transfer part.
Negotiation: 7 + 2 = 9
Negotiation Roll: 9d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4052761/)
Also turning on Winters sub vocal mic on his commlink to Fang. Tell me if I need to roll for this without the guy at the counter noticing.
-
@Winters: Bellevue? Got it.
Fang quickly poked around in the database file again, adding that both of his allies had been transferred from the Bellevue branch. No alarms yet... His Stealth CF was keeping him bland at least.
[spoiler=Matrix Actions]Complex Action (Edit): Computer (3) + Edit (5) + HotSim (2) - Sustaining Stealth (2) (8d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4052801/). Adding the transfer location to be from the Bellevue Branch.[/spoiler]
@Winters/Devil: Winters, your details are the same as those coming from the SIN you were broadcasting at Shira's. Devil, same thing, but it's the SIN you're currently broadcasting. Also you both are now transfers from the Bellevue branch.