[RHat]

"Think we are, which means I should pay some attention to what the others need me for.  You've got my info if you need to get in contact."  He retrieved his weapon and both clips, but didn't load it until he'd left the room.  Once he got back to his bike, he started contacting the others about getting the gear and such they were going to need.

[Chrona]

Three Star didn't feel like going home that night, waiting to go back to England was enough, he didn't want to have to look his dad in the face first. After seeing the two runners leave the bar he paid the tab and walked out, checking into a coffin motel, after any fights he gets into on the way. He forwards the gear list to Shark before entertaining the idea of sleep.

[umraefein]

Ignazio slides into the building he's squatting in, hoping to avoid his rowdy neighbors. He drops his jacket on a chair, and drops onto his bed before looking at his comm. Seeing a message from Shark, he quickly replies.

<<Hey. Thanks for the offer, but I have pretty much everything I need... or at least that I can afford...>>

[Retrokinesis]

Richter lets his patrol car's Gridlink do the work of driving him home. He walks through the front doors of the grand old apartment building and heads down to the basement observation post to check on the fireflies. They don't seem to have destroyed the city or anything yet so he takes the elevator up to the penthouse, where half of a Firewatch team was crashing on the mismatched sofas. Not surprising; there usually was at least one observer or mage or something there. It kept the rent down, at least.

Checking his gear, he sends a reminder to Shark about that gauss rifle for after the mission and flops onto the bed. He'd have to remember to check the KE IV stocks in the morning.

[RHat]

Jimmy fired off a message to Draco before he got home.  <<Don't forget we need to find you a firearm you'll be comfortable with.>>

[umraefein]

<<As though you'd let me forget... Do you want to meet somewhere to go over it?>>

[RHat]

<<Perhaps we should find a firing range that'd have you...  You got a strong fake SIN?>>

[umraefein]

<<Pretty good. It hasn't failed me yet.>>

[RHat]

<<That'll be the best way to go, then.  I'll forward you the details.>>  He made similar arrangements with Three Star about securing the rifle he wanted and with Tink about the tools.  For the sake of it, he checked with the new addition regarding anything he'd need to negotiate for as well.

[RHat]

[Some time later...]

Jimmy pulled up at the hanger well in advance of the prearranged time, aiming to be there before the others.

[Mystalya]

Sonir looked around and concluded that she had arrived far too early to be properly introduced. Not that it really mattered. She had her reservations about this job from the start and was a bit wary of Steelfish. She wanted to see what it was about though and they only way she could really do that was show up. She parked her bike alongside the hangar and disembarked, the security system activating itself as she hopped off. Giving a wary glance around she notices a tall figure parked some distance away. She eyes him carefully but makes no move to approach him.

[RHat]

Jimmy noticed the new arrival, wondering if she was the new addition to the team.  Playing out the hunch, he decided to enter the hanger and see if she followed.

[Mystalya]

She lowers her sunglasses as her eyes follow the stranger as he disappears inside the hangar. She raises an eyebrow then shrugs and grabs her bag from her bike before making her way towards the entrance. She throws a few more cursory glances around herself, noticing nothing and no one else of interest. Before entering she makes a movement, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for it, assuring her pistol is at her side before stepping inside the door.

[RHat]

Seems my hunch is confirmed.  Nice to have some...  Variety to the team.  He flashed a grin at her, almost in spite of himself.  "Going my way?"

[Mystalya]

Sonir blinks, taken aback at his friendliness. She normally worked alone but when she worked with others...well...friendly is not the word she would use to describe them. She acknowledges his greeting with a nod, continuing to size him up from behind her sunglasses. "He must be the negotiator. Far too attractive to be anything else..."

She steps forward politely, removing her sunglasses to reveal a pair of oddly bright green eyes given her tan complexion and dark hair. She gives a smile and nods once more. "I do believe I am. At least if what Steelfish told me was to be believed. It's a little...quiet."