[Raiden]

<no problemo, how soon ya want it? I'll see if I can russle one up before I talk my way into the math job.>

[Ren]

Gibbon looked a bit surprised at Cookie. "Well, i didn't think of trying to slip in the target building in broad daylight. The dark would be more appropriate for this, and by night i may have my own chameleon suit with me. I just wanted to get the lay of the land and talk with the people here." He then answered Rorek. >>As soon as you can get it, at reasonable price. I don't want to pay double just because you rushed. A few days would do.<<

[Punch]

Daylight it maybe but the rain drops visibility, not to mention body temperature of anyone out in this, the few that will I may add, suits also thermal dampened, so thermal sensors lose the edge here so that means that the chances of having a run in with someone is about the same as night time. pausing for breath In nutshell, your concern is appreciated, besides I still need to check the place on the astral and would rather have as few witnesses as possible to my actual appearance, most gangs aren't very sociable,  just playing it safe even if this ends up being a waste of time. As he started to strip down to his boxers and t-shirt so he could put the suit on.

[Kouryuu]

"Will do Gibbon." Andromeda replied to gibbon " Also i think Gibbon ir Right, in this rain you will stand out as a sour thumb, there is not enough water to hide you, but enough to show that there is a chameleon in the rain. You know, raindrops hanging in middle of air seems suspicious to the most, and wet footprints are even a category higher then that."

Andromeda Waited for the other two to get prepare and leave before she went on driving in the vicinity.  Keeping her eye out for a joint gibbon could hang out or any other suspicions activities going out.

[Punch]

I admit you make sense but I'm concerned about the astral in there, I suppose we could ask Kitten to project, over my concern with that is if someone setup a spirit to react to astral travellers. Compromise then, I'll walk by in the rain in my regular clothes and then ask Kitten if she can project over to look inside to see if it's cool, sound better? As he started putting his regular clothes back on. I'm too used to doing things on my own is the real problem and to be honest after this job I'm having a holiday, haven't had one in forever.

[Ren]

"I'm about ready. Or as close as i'll ever be, to get out in this weather. Can you drop me off two blocks down?" When they got there, Gibbon sighed, then got out of the Shin as fast as possible, in order to let the fewest possible raindrops inside. Hood up, a bit hunched, and limping, he walked those two blocks, then started to check out the warehouse and its surroundings, trying to seem not out of place, and trying not to betray he was checking the place out. If there was any resemblance to a canary, it was lost among the raindrops, he seemed rather like someone who had just one more glass a little too early in the day.
[spoiler=tests]Disguise for blending in: INT(5) + Disguise(3) (8d6.hits(5)=3)
Perception to check the place: INT(5) + Perception(2) + Warez(3) + Enhancers(3) + Looking(3) (16d6.hits(5)=8)
Note: i'm currently looking for entrances, both obvious and hidden, and possible physical security, like cameras, guards, etc. I have thermographic vision so only heavy rain bother my sight, if that's the case, just take the last two dice away.
Looking for guards outside of the building: Perception: INT(5) + Perception(2) + Warez(3) + Enhancers(3) + Looking(3) (16d6.hits(5)=8)[/spoiler]

[Punch]

"As for me, you can drop me of a block before the warehouse after the first pass, just pick me back up on your next pass around or the nearest bar that looks safe, safe for around here that is." Cookie said.

[Chrona]

As far as Gibbon can tell, the physical security is one old, rusty chain link fence topped with... nothing. It isn't exactly Fort Knox.
"-ey.. Hey chummer? You, the dwarf. Yeah, you buying anything chummer. looking for a good day?"
Gibbons attention is taken by a Ork standing in the alleyway nearby, hes using a fire escape as shelter from the rain. His clothes are dirty and torn, but tight against his Orkish physique and pale green skin. His tusks are big but uncared for. He has no distinct gang colours on him, probably just a very very low level pusher.

[Ren]

Gibbon stepped into the "office" of the ork. "Dunno, chum, watcha selling?" He looked the ork up and down casually, just to check if he had any weapons hidden.
Perception:  INT(5) + Perception(2) + Warez(3) + Enhancers(3) + Looking(3) (16d6.hits(5)=6)

[Chrona]

Apart from the fact that he seems to be in good shape, he's unarmed. "Jus' tell me what you neeeeeeed chummer. 'Barrens has all the things you could enjoy." He's a little twitchy, but it isnt from nerves. You spot a datajack on his temple.

[Ren]

Gibbon shrugged as someone not really knowing what he looked for. "With all the drek happenin' around, som'thin' to chill would do good." He looked around, never fully turning his back to the ork, then asked, boredom in his voice. "So, anythin' new around here? Any new guys movin' in recently?" He waved back, his hand pointing somewhere around the warehose.

[Chrona]

"New people? Nah man, everythings the same round here. All ways is. You want to be relaxing them you need some Bliss or some Mellow Yellow. I'm the cheapest round, you'll see."

[Ren]

"Bliss i know." Gibbon said, with mild interest. "What's this Mellow-thing?" After listening to his answer, he cut in. "So, if nothin' new, still the Brain Eaterz tryin' to go big this part of the sprawl? Who'z da boss now? Just so, you understand, that i know who not to cross if i wantz to make biz around here."

[Chrona]

"Ah you gotta slow it to really understand the Yellow man, you wont have annnyyyy worries with yellows." He pitches it with a dull look in his eyes and a dopey grin around his tusks. "Yah man, this is all the Brain Eaters turf, far as you can see. The boss is ARB, best remember that."

[Ren]

"So if i wanted to, say, rent a warehouse here, like that one over there, i'd have to go to ARB? Or it would just be for security, so to say?" Gibbon turned his full attention back to the ork. He seemed genuine, but looks were deceiving.
[spoiler=Judge Intentions]Gibbon spoke enough with the ork to give a general assessment, i think. Is he really as stoned as he seems? Does he seem to have any ulterior motives, besides wanting to sell stuff?
INT(5) + CHA(4) (9d6.hits(5)=6)[/spoiler]