[Retrokinesis]

Seattle, UCAS. 2072. In a small corner of the Rainy City was Hart's, an old bar run by an older orc. A former shadowrunner by trade, Steelfish had retired from active duty and opened a bar, using his shadow connections to set himself up as a fixer. No one knew who Hart was (well, except Steelfish, but he wasn't telling) but the bar was known as a hotspot for the Seattle shadow community. When you first arrived in Seattle you had been introduced to Steelfish and his bar. Now, you receive a simple text-only message from him on your 'link: <<Got a job for you. Decent pay, travel expenses included, and you get to meet interesting people. Come down to the bar if you're interested.>>

Of course, our heroes could never have known what path they were about to start walking down...

[Chrona]

"I presume... that by interesting people, you have deemed this job to require a team?"
Diego began to put on his blue business suit and after tightening his red tie, he stood there waiting for the response, one hand still holding the knot, the elbow leaning on his other, horizontal arm.

[Retrokinesis]

Diego's commlink beeps with another message. It seems Steelfish does not like making live calls. <<Not me. Client put it together out of recommendations. He'll give you the details. Take it or leave it.>>

[Chrona]

"Very well. I shall head to the bar. Make sure my table is prepared, with my usual drink."
A stiff whiskey was all ways called for at a meeting, Diego headed toward the door, flinging it open with one hand, then hand in air, he pauses, his other hand bringing his goggles down from resting atop his golden hair.

"I think it will be prudent to see who I, Diego, will be working with." Smiling slyly, he shuts the door behind him and walks out of his corner apartment.
It wasn't far by bike to the bar from here, so he better make the call quickly. Leaping onto his bike, goggles on, he begins his call to a certain contact.

[umraefein]

Ignazio woke up late, not having to get up for a job or anything... or so he thought. When he woke up, he routinely checked his commlink, and spotted the message from Steelfish. He wasn't sure he trusted the guy, but Slither had vouched for him, so he couldn't be too bad. Rising from the old, rugged camping cot that was his bed, he stretched his back before pulling up the reply screen.

 <<I'll be there. Any clue what the job is?>>

Having sent his reply, Ignazio grabbed a quick meal, and jumped in a lukewarm shower to wake himself up. Then he begins his daily ritual of booster spells. He kept his sustaining foci running pretty much 24/7, just as a matter of precaution. He started with a spell to boost his reflexes, and added an armor spell on top of that.

Increase Reflexes (Force 3): <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3996750/">13d6.hits(5)=3</a>
Drain (3): <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3996753/">8d6.hits(5)=2</a>
Armor (Force 2): <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3996756/">11d6.hits(5)=7</a>
Drain (4): <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3996757/">8d6.hits(5)=2</a>
Damage Taken: 3 Physical

The effort of his spellcasting took its toll, giving him one hell of a migrane. He massaged his temples, knowing from his little experience that this discomfort was worth the boost that these spells gave him on the street. They'd saved his hoop more times than he cared to remember... not that he really could. Next up was a message to Slither.

<<Hey. I just got messaged for a job. Gonna take it. More info later.>>

Having taken care of his routine, Ignazio threw on his gear and headed for the bar. It was a ways from his squat, so he grabbed his bike, and roared through the morning air. The cold Seattle morning whipped through his hair, and the damp soaked into his very bones.

[RHat]

Jimmy was in the middle of a race with some Phantom and Kagetora bikers when he got the message; was a damn good thing he raced with his wires on.  One of the Kagetora had gotten herself a drek-hot new bike, so when some of the Phantoms had started into the smack talk about how it would take a real rider to run a bike like that, Jimmy'd put the race together.  He figured if he could get the Phantoms and Kagetora into some sort of profitable arrangement, both sides would owe him - which could go a long way if he had to get himself out from under the Vory thumb someday.

<<You're not exactly demonstrating a fine gift for timing here, omae.  You just caught me mid-drift during a race.>>

Currently, he was drafting in behind the third place racer as they came out of a dicey turn (Barrens races came with all sorts of extra surprises), while the tiger with the new bike had herself a nice little lead.  The race had started out as a go-gangers versus Yak thing, but that bike worked so nicely it became a proper free-for-all, driven by pure competitive spirit.  Just as planned...

<<If you're gonna try to line me up for a job, you've got to give me more details than that.  What sort of info have you got on this particular Johnson?>>

[Retrokinesis]

The same reply comes through to everyone with questions: <<All I can tell you over the 'Trix is he asked for runners with particular skills and picked five from the list I gave him. You were on it. Also, the job involves international travel because he wants me to cover transporting your gear. He's covering transporting YOU for free, though.>>

[Chrona]

The bar's door swings open, Diego not bothering to reply on the matrix since he has arrived. "He had better have a local SIN waiting for I, Three Star, then."

"Barman! I will take my drink at my table if you would be so kind." Diego turned quickly in front of his chair, linked his fingers, then sat down quickly, his chin landing atop his linked hands in a thoughtful pose.

[odd]

In person, in person, who has time for in person.  Tink mutters to himself and walks out the door, covered in grease and looking a mess.  So better than he usually goes out.

[umraefein]

Ignazio arrived at the bar cold, but his glowing Armor shell had kept the water off of him. It didn't look like anything special, but he knew appearances were deceiving. He shouldered through the door, looking down at his comm as he did so. Steelfish's response surprised him... he wasn't used to his fixer not knowing what they were dealing with. Guess with the way our travel is being paid, it'll be something corp... Maldita sea. He walked up to the bar, scanning the room as he did so.

[Chrona]

"You there, the mage. Don't deny it i can see the glow. The service in this place is slow, bring me a bottle of whiskey from the bar there while you're up and you may join I, Three Star, at my table." A crisp english accent called from behind Ignazio, the man in a blue suit, a beckoning hand reaching in his direction.

It'd be a perception(3) roll to tell it's a cyberhand, a good clue to it being a fellow runner.

[umraefein]

Ignazio looked over towards the man beckoning him. He didn't really appreciate the way the guy was talking to him, but he figured he was probably at least partially drunk. It was a bar, after all. He waved to the barkeep, to get his attention. "Hey, chummer. Grab me a bottle of whiskey, will ya?"

Once the man had handed him the bottle (Ignazio made sure to let the barman know it was on the other guy's tab) he walked over, and set it on the table. "So, mocoso, what makes you think I want to join you? There must be at least twenty wageslaves just like you in this place." Despite what he said, Ignazio settled himself opposite the man, keeping his eyes fixed on the room, particularly on the door. He didn't want to miss anything, but this guy's attitude intrigued him. Out of the corner of his eye, he gave the guy a quick once over, nothing too in depth, just looking. He put his hands in his pockets, trying to seem nonchalant, despite the way he kept looking around the room.

[Chrona]

"Ah yes, but who would want to sit with the local riffraff when a man walks in who is quite literally glowing with talent such as yourself. To keep dry I imagine? A novel idea I suppose."
Pouring the whiskey into the glass, smelling it's scent and then knocking it back, he then leant back, stretching out his legs and crossing them, swirling the contents of his glass around as he looked the Mage over.

His overbearing tone continues as the man keeps looking towards the door. "I think we are set to be the best of friends. Call me Three Star."

[RHat]

He was a little annoyed about how much information was being withheld, but it wasn't like he could turn down the chance to make some international connections.

<<Fine, fine, I'll be on my way soon.  Race is on the home stretch.>>

Seeing his moment, he pulled out from behind the third place racer and accelerated as hard as the bike would go, pulling in front of the guy and gaining on second.  The Phantom saw him coming, though, and deftly placed his own bike in the path of Jimmy's so that he couldn't go around and pass.  Jimmy tried a couple of times to dart around, but the ork simply out-maneuvered him.  Crossing the finish line, it wound up with the Kagetora on the new bike in first after all, though they were only racing for bragging rights this time.  "Hate to say it, but it looks like I'm gonna have to bail out of here already; seems I've got a job lined up.  See y'all later."  With that, he kicked his bike back into gear and rode on to Hart's; didn't take him all that long to get there.  When he did, he sized up everyone else in the room, toggled the ultrasound on his glasses to active momentarily before setting it back to passive, and kept his radar sensor activated.

Satisfied with his survey of the room, he grabbed himself a seat at the bar that let him keep an eye on the rest of the place.  "Could do with a couple of fingers of mescal if you've got it, omae."

Observe in Detail, active ultrasound sensor picks up anything that might otherwise be invisible. (6d6.hits(5)=2)

[umraefein]

Ignazio sighed inwardly. This chulo pomposo has to be a 'runner... who else is this cocky? The jibe about the rain annoys him, as it wasn't anything to do with the weather... just an added bonus really.

Avoid escalating (WIL+CHA[3]): <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3996995/">7d6.hits(5)=3</a>

"Three Star, huh? Why you think we're gonna be amigos omae?"

The man doesn't seem to be diverting much of Ignazio's attention, and in fact his eyes almost seem to glaze over, taking on an almost reptilian aspect.

Scanning the bar on the astral plane. Not assenssing, just looking.