[Reiper]

Stepping back into the restaurant, Siren rejoined the planning session. "Hey chummers... so we're in agreement, trying to shmooze our way to what we want is plan A?" she said out loud as she re-emerged. She swapped back to Matrix texts for the sensitive bits, though. Don't forget the bouncer, either. The one that recognized Maria? But it's still quite early, he might be off-duty. One thing I should mention... it's possible I might be recognized at The Skeleton. She shot Concrete a meaningful look. Not my usual hangout, but close. With that in mind, I nominate Lash to play the compromised damsel. The one we're trying to get the tapes for. I'm a little worried people might remember not seeing me there, otherwise.

As for transport, she continued, I have a car parked a bit up the street. Can bring three with me... but you, big fella? She turned her attention to Trog. Not quite certain you'd fit.

I'll ride with you, If I'm the compromised damsel in distress I may be too compromised to be riding my bike around town. It may work out to our favor if you are recognized, especially if any of them are fans of your singing. Talented singer's friend in trouble, if you ever hit the big times maybe they can call in a favor and get a back stage pass. Impress the ladies that they know you or something. She walked around the back, to where Siren had mentioned,

[Gustovness]

The time is: 9:48am

The Skeleton

You arrive at the bar that Maria was last seen at.  The Skeleton stands between two legitimate enough looking buildings with legitimate enough looking businesses. One alleyway has a gate that appears to belong to the business next door.  It is locked with a solid mechanical pad lock.  The other alleyway curves around the side and is occupied by several dumpsters and cars.

The doors to The Skeleton are closed and, like most clubs, there are no windows.

[Padawan]

At The Restaurant
"You have a back seat I'm sure Siren. As long as no one else joins us I bet I could fit. I'm big, but bendy! Let's go!"

At The Skeleton
Getting out of the car, Trog stretched and groaned. "Not the most comfortable fit is it?" Trog then switched to his commlink. Should we check out the alleys, or should we head right in? Also, did we ever find a pic of the guy who recognized Maria... He might have to be strongarmed, and I volunteer! Trog then smiled a little bit at the thought.

[Ren]

::Concrete::

at Prolacces

Leaving the restaurant was something of a relief. Tension was solid inside. While Siren went over to the car with Massimo, Concrete sized up the others, trying to determine who of them might need protection and who could take care of themselves. And he couldn’t help himself checking out Lasciel and sending a private message to her. <<Nice is an understatement.>>
„Hey, Lash, if you go in one of the cars, do you want to leave your bike or do you want me to bring it with us?”


at the Skeleton

Clubs are one of the most desolate places in the morning Concrete thought when arriving to the bar. He lit a cigarette as soon as he was off the bike/out of the car, inhaling deeply. Well, let’s get on with it. He didn’t need to think about checking the environment for anything unusual, it was his nature.

Perception: INT(4) + Perception(3) + Qualities(4) + ’Warez(6) (17d6.hits(5)=4)

[Gorean]

::Lord::
Stopping to scoop up Maria's commlink from the table. Lord motioned to those of the team that hadn't gone to Sirens car, to come with him.

Okay people, well take my car. Leave the buttons alone, heck just don't touch anything.

As the team settles into the seats, Lord sends the cars pilot instructions to drive to the skeleton nightclub.

[Padawan]

Trog began walking towards the alley not behind the locked gate. "Anyone else want to come check this out too? Good to have two sets of eyes, or even more." Switching to AR messaging, Trog sent out a message, We might find some trace of Maria in the alley too, though she might've been taken into the locked alley.

[Reiper]

::Lasciel::

@ Prolacces

She moved her motorcycle behind the restaurant and then walked to Siren's car and got in, "my bike should be fine there"

@ Skeleton

She got out of Siren's car and stretched, "you ready for this Siren?" she then looked at their 'bodyguard' "I appreciate you following us in, its always good to have some muscle just in case the people inside decide we are nosing around too much," She looked at the building and then closed her eyes for a moment and opened them, changing her view to Astral to look around for anything magical.


Assensing the Skeleton from the outside (4d6.hits(5)=0)
4d6.hits(5) → [3,4,1,1] = (0)
Wow, that sucks


She closed her eyes and focused, changing her vision back to normal, "looks closed, perhaps we should knock on the door and see if we can't get the ball rolling."

She replied to Trog's message <<I'd help but I'm terrible at finding things, I probably wouldn't have been able to find my commlink this morning if the damned thing wasn't buzzing for this job. I think guy's have been spoiling me a bit too much all of my life.>>

[Bewilderbeast]

Siren stepped out of the car when the car's Auto-Drive announced they had arrived at The Skeleton. The vaunted venue didn't really look like much in the cold light of day, but then again, not many places did. Stretching her legs a bit, she said to Lash, "Yes, let's let Trog to do his thing, then head in with him."

Concrete turned to Lord and Concrete, looking them over. Concrete could definitely pass as another bodyguard, while Lord looked sophisticated enough to pass himself off as a lawyer, music producer, or really anything else he desired. "I'll let you guys decide whether you want to stay here or come inside." Switching over the Matrix texts, she explained: It'd be nice to have you guys inside in case things go south, but the more of us that try to cram into a closed nightclub, the more suspicious the whole thing will look. She then focused on Lord, in particular.

Trying to hack into the security feeds is our plan B, right? I'm afraid all I know about hacking I've seen in trid-shows. How close do you need to be? Is it something you could do outside The Skeleton if you needed?

[Padawan]

Trog gave a short grunt acknowledging he'd be back soon, and left to check the alley without a locked gate. Like Parolacce's, he focuses on finding other exits, but also keep an eye out for cameras and anything that might look like it belongs to Maria. Wonder what she looks like, can't possibly beat the two in our group... Maybe the Don will be looking for body guards for his daughter after this though, I wouldn't mind a stable job for a while.

Perception in Skeleton's Alley (5d6.hits(5)=1)

[Reiper]

::Lasciel::

Lasciel smiled, "I think one guard is enough, having just one probably will make security a little nervous as it is, but they may understand, if we walk in with more people then they are going to think we're about to rob the place. But if things look like they are going to get out of hand we'll send out a message before everything goes to Hell, and we can probably hold them off. Besides, unless they are doing something like smuggling drugs through here on the day, there probably wont' be more than 3 guards in the entire building, and a few other employees."

She opened Siren's door and sat down, Slipping her gun and holster out from under her jacket and slid it under her seat, "poor little crying girl probably shouldn't be strapped I guess." she stood up and shut the door, "just incase they get frisky,"

[Gustovness]

Trog's search of the alleyway revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

As the team continued to workout who was going where and how many people were eventually going to make their way into the establishment, one of them spoke up and made the call.

[Padawan]

Trog came back from the alley with his AR still up and sent messages to the group, Nothing strange over there. Trog then looked between Lasciel and Siren a few times. We said Siren would take the lead on this? I should probably be her new bodyguard then, which means first in the door just in case something happens. And we'll know right off if I'm right about them being racist.

Trog then looked at Concrete and Lord, If we need help, one of us will send you a safe word... Guess we should have one too... How about... Peacock? Trog then motioned for his new protection detail to follow him and walked up to the door and knocked.

[Bewilderbeast]

She opened Siren's door and sat down, Slipping her gun and holster out from under her jacket and slid it under her seat, "poor little crying girl probably shouldn't be strapped I guess." she stood up and shut the door, "just incase they get frisky,"

Siren patted a well-concealed bulge in her peacoat, not unlike the well-concealed bulge of credsticks Massimo had given to her earlier. Specifically, it was her taser, locked and loaded. "Not me, chummer," she said to Lash, following Trog up to The Skeleton's front entrance. "A girl can't be too careful these days, yeah?"

As Trog's meaty fist slammed against the door, Siren subscribed to The Skeleton's Matrix node. She yelled out the following in a loud, clear voice in case a cleaning crew or bouncer was listening, but also forwarded her messages to the node on the off-chance she was wasting her breath on an automated messaging system of some kind. "Hello?" She said, peering up into the nearest light fixture she suspected was a concealed security camera. "I know you guys are closed, but I'm hoping to speak to somebody from management. I got some rather pressing business to discuss concerning my friend here. I promise I'll make it worth your while." With this, she reached into her peacoat and produced the brightly-colored plethora of credsticks Massimo had supplied her with, proudly displaying it for any peeping employees or swiveling security cameras that were no doubt eyeing her at this point.

Let's call this is a Negotation roll to get inside the closed club...
Negotiation (Bargaining = (17d6.hits(5)=5)
Seem stuck on 5s lately... let's also add in two extra dice on the off-chance that she's immediately recognized as Alicia Redford and that this is a benefit in this particular situation:
Negotiation (Fame) = (2d6.hits(5)=1)
An extra hit. Delightful.

[Ren]

::Concrete::

I’ll stay out then with Lord. You are right about too much people. Starting in the direction of the alleyways he added If you give the word, i’ll be in guns blazing. Suppose you can handle anything that doesn’t need that approach. Until then i will also check the alleys. Not that i don’t trust the big guy but he didn’t have an awful lot of time for this.
Then he sent a private message to Siren. <<Hope you’re sure about bringing Mr. Danger Magnet in with you.  >>

Concrete moved out of sight from the door before the others were let in.

[Gustovness]

Trog knocked on the door with his lunchbox sized fist.  A security camera swiveled around from the ceiling near the door and an intercom blared, ["We're closed!" Then, it swiveled around to Siren. After a long pause, the voice on the intercom continued, "Who are you?" in much politer tone.