[Poindexter]

[21APR2075 2:45pm | Med-Eval Office Park | College Station, TX | CAS]

Ian is still in the shower when his Datajack wirelessly grabs the message from his metalink on the bathroom sink. He pulls it up in his vision as he leans back and re-rinses his hair in the high end multi-directional pulse jets for the hundredth time.

<<@Hopeless [Mason Tremens] Tammy's the best, and she didn't steer you wrong with me, chummer.  You want entertainment in College Station, I'm your man.  Lunch sounds wiz.  I like Junior's myself.  You ever been there?  Let me know when you'd like to meet, and I'll link you in.>>

After reading the message, he gives the mental order to reboot all his gear, then switches over to the Avalon as his active comm, leaving the metalink on silent.

Ok, I gotta meet up with Ticker in about 3 hours or so, and I gotta set up somethin with this Mason cat for lunch tomorrow, just in case he can offer some kinda help. Shit, even if he can't help with the job, with all the horse cock I might just have walked into, I'll need to start actually coming up with an exit strategy, instead of just pretending I've got one. I'll need all the help I'm gonna get. Despite his uncertainty of action, or his role to be played in whatever might come next, he feels rather secure and in control of things as he steps out of the shower and dries himself. None of the jitters, the stutter, the irrational fear. For a moment, as he puts a different set of his now clean clothes on, he wonders, Is this what it feels like to live like this? I could get used to this.

After practicing what he's going to say in his head and under his breath a few times while zipping, tying, and buckling the various things needed to secure his clothes, he strolls into the main room, full of purpose. Marching straight over to Red-Eye and Bookworm and sitting down with them, he leans against the back of his chair, runs his fingers through his long clean hair above his head, and says, "So, what have we learned and what do we still need to learn?"

[JackVII]

[21APR2075 1445 | Med-Eval Office Park | College Station, TX | CAS]

Bookworm glances over at Hopeless. The human looked a lot more, well, human than the first time she had met him. He also seemed a lot calmer. The miracle of modern plumbing... Standing up, she opened up an ARO of the map of the airport facility and started creating smaller AROs to reinforce her points.

"Here's the Rangers HQ on the east side of the airport. Cameras on the outside, motion detectors on the inside. Aside from the barracks, lockers, and showers, there is a meeting room, break room, and ops room. The toughest maglocks are on the locker and ops room and may be where the product is, probably the ops room unless they have a round the clock guard on the locker room. Now, there's a power station on the west side of the facility that basically powers the airport. The Rangers HQ doesn't appear to have a back-up. There also appears to be a way to access the airport through the power plant via a possible drain tunnel with an outlet at White Creek."

Bookworm frowned, "What don't we know? Way too much. We can estimate about eight Texas Rangers based on sleeping quarters, but they may supplement that and have the other Rangers sleeping elsewhere. We're not sure exactly where the product is... the less we have to root around in that building, the better. We also aren't conclusive on whether we can access the power plant through the drainage tunnel, it's just a guess at this point."

The dwarf paused and looked to Red-Eye, waiting to see if the man wanted to add anything to what she had explained so far.

[Ryo]

Red-Eye looks up at Hopeless through the mirrored lenses of his glasses, face still covered in the bandanna he hasn't taken off. The only indication his face has any features at all is the slight red glow from his pupils that shines through the lenses. As he's been sitting with Bookworm, he's been taking things out of his many pockets and pouches, working to build something using materials and tools he was carrying. It was a small device, easily fitting in the palm of his hand, but he was filling it with a canister of some kind of foam, and adding electronics to it from another pouch. At a casual glance, it wouldn't be apparent what it was. Anyone with knowledge on the subject, however, would immediately recognize it as a bomb.

"The dwarf covers the gist of what we know from Archive's maps. It's probably worth checking that place out up close in advance of the run, see if we can't get any other intel or get an idea of the physical security that may not show up on the map. But right now, I have a different concern." Red-Eye says, screwing a backplate into place on his weapon as he sends the mental command to put an ARO in the air in front of them. It's displaying Renegade's last message, although Red-Eye has removed his name from it to make it look like Archive had sent it.

"This is the guy who killed Breeze, and Archive wants him dead. Blood for blood, a philosophy I can get behind. Since it looks like he's on the run, I'm making him my priority right now. If you guys want to help out with this, I'd appreciate the assistance. Otherwise, I'll have to get back to you about the airport after this guy is a smoldering crater." He says, putting the final touches on his bomb.

[JackVII]

[21APR2075 1445 | Med-Eval Office Park | College Station, TX | CAS]

Bookworm bit her lip. Red-Eye's revelation that he planned to kill Niles weighed heavily on her. While Niles had killed Breeze, before last night she had never been involved in directly killing someone, and that had been in self-defense. Red-Eye seemed to be suggesting they kill Niles in cold blood. But I share part of the blame for getting Breeze killed... if not for me trying to unbalance Big Daddy, he'd probably still be alive.

Hardening her heart, she said, "I'll help however I can. This guy needs to pay for what he did."  But just this once...

[Poindexter]

Ian listens as the matrix recon team lays down the limited info they have about the airport. He's actually quite pleased with things, after hearing the two of them lay out all their assets in a row like that. Maybe it's that, or maybe it's the shower, but "Hopeless" seems like a rather unfit monicker at the moment. He's in a great fuckin mood. Then Red-Eye takes a sharp turn down a road he'd known they'd have to travel sooner or later. Wetwork. He makes a face of disappointment,as if someone in the room farted and won't admit it, while he looks at the ARO floating before him and listens to Red break it down.

"This is the guy who killed Breeze, and Archive wants him dead. Blood for blood, a philosophy I can get behind. Since it looks like he's on the run, I'm making him my priority right now. If you guys want to help out with this, I'd appreciate the assistance. Otherwise, I'll have to get back to you about the airport after this guy is a smoldering crater."

Ian hadn't done more than half a dozen honest-to-god shadowruns yet, but he's still rather proud of himself for not having taken any jobs that were all about "kill this person." This is different though. This isn't killing for money; this is killing for revenge. Is that any better? Of course it is! An assassin kills for money and I'm not an assassin. I'm a loyal friend. Oh, so you were friends with Breeze, now, huh? Yall did some hangin out? Met eachothers families and things, did ya? A loyal TEAM MEMBER, then. It was MY plan that got him filled fulla holes! His death is on me! I gotta make this right. Still arguing with himself, he hears Book next to him speak.

"I'll help however I can. This guy needs to pay for what he did."

Finally, after letting out a long sigh, Hopeless slouches down in his chair, back to a posture and countenance more familiar to the rest of the team than his current one. "Yeah. He does. But I don't like the bomb idea for three reasons. One, collateral damage. I aint trying to kill no extras here, just the target. Two, brings too much heat. We'll have cops crawling out of every frakkin manhole if we go detonating things. Three, too impersonal. I don't just want things to happen to him. I want him to know why they are happening." The normally expressive face the team has come know is now utterly deadpan and devoid of life.

[rednblack]

Error exits the bathroom with a wet hand towel draped over the nape of his neck to the talk of killing Niles.  He looks with interest at the bomb that Red-Eye is building, and listens to the debate about whether or not to use it.

"Da," the ork says, "I did not know Breeze well, but am not in habit of letting such things go unpunished.  Bomb or bullets, it makes little difference.  Whichever way, what is plan?"