[Csjarrat]

_____Lumen_____
You tuck down behind a stack of pallets as the drunkard rounds the corner.
a zip, several minutes of splashing and a lot of relieved moaning follows.
Much to your disgust, your position is downhill from your "guest", and you watch with horror as your hiding place slowly fills with this dickhead's bladder contents, pooling around your shoes and steaming up into the night air, followed by your nostrils.

The stag sounded like he had finished hurling his guts up, the sound of the lads cajoling him into action and dragging him off the bikes carried into the alleyway, their expensive paint jobs grinding against the tarmac under the drunk stag's deadweight.

"ey, EY, EY, fucking taxi! stop! you wanker.... TAXI!!!!! It sounded like the lads were calling it a night, trying to source a way home.


____Scawire + Raiden___
Perception tests please!!

[Raiden]

Perception 4 +3 +3 vision enhance. (or hearing)
 10d6.hits(5)=3

[Csjarrat]

_____Raiden_____
Don't forget your negative modifiers for the dark as you have no low light/thermo mode. doesnt matter in this case but here is the corrected roll:
int 4, percept 4 -2 low light (6d6.hits(5)=3)
The desktop itself is remarkably clean and devoid of any papers. as you walk around the room, you can make out two drawers in the right hand panel of the desk, facing the small chair.
You try to open them, but they appear locked.

The cleaning products on the right hand wall are equally devoid of interest, just a mop, bucket and a selection of chemicals.
Some e-paper files adorn the lone shelf mounted to the back wall of the office, next to a desk fan.
The bits that aren't written in an asian script appear to refer to legal documents; deeds, licenses etc, nothing of immediate interest.

[Lumen]

*Please just get the fuck out of here.  I'll ring you a cab if I have too.*

Knives guards his nose from the stench pooling around his feet.  He waits to make sure the party gets successfully moved or at least piled into a vehicle.  From his spot in the shadows Knives dials up his vision magnification to try and get a better look at the damage.

[Csjarrat]

The bikes had come off their kickstands and were laying atop one another as if they'd been knocked down like dominoes. you could see some paint scratches in the dim glow of the streetlighting, but no serious damage.
The party had picked up the stag, fortunately he seemed to have taken the worst of his own stomach explosion, the front of his shirt was splattered with chunks, it's AR enhancements flickering in and out of operation.
The lads picked the stag up and dragged him like a rugby hooker between two props down the street, their laughing and shouting dissapating with the distance, leaving you in peace.
well, all except for three blaring bike alarms...

[Lumen]

With the obnoxious group gone Knives lets out a long drawn out sigh, hoping it will help calm him.  He shuts off his bike alarm and starts heading back to the restaurant typing out a message to the team as he goes.
<Crisis averted lads. The bikes have a few scratches but nothing too serious and those bladdered arses have moved on.>

Once he's back inside Knives wipes his piss soaked shoes on the carpet in the dining room and makes a mental note to never eat here.  Smell still lingering he heads down the stairs to join the others.

[Scawire]

Mantis takes a look around the area to see if anything of interest shows up.


perception (visual) 1(3) + INT 2 - Stun 5 (-2) + vision enhancement 3 = 6
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4157004/ 1hit

[Scawire]

with a quick once over of the room Mantis keeps checking his 6 he doesn't want to get blind sided. As Mantis turns around to keep from getting brained from behind his head starts to spin he grabs hold of the door jam to make sure that he doesn't fall over. This looks see for our info man might be a dead end tonight if so I think we are going to have to look again tomorrow. Even with a troll thrash band in his head Mantis does his best to try and figure out the best course of action for the team.

[Lumen]

Stepping back in the room, " Oi lads.  Nice work with that door.  What's the skinny?"  He takes a glance about as he waits for a response.

[Scawire]

Mantis is a bit let down they group hasn't turned up anything yet. Well so far I haven't found anything unless one of you too have spotted something. Any ideas how to find our inside man, or is it sleep in tonight and start fresh tomorrow. Mantis tried to throw out there the sleeping part somewhat as a way for his mind to slip back to his bed but still wanting to see what the groups plans are.

[Lumen]

"Well let me have a look around and if there's nothin here we can regroup tomorrow.  Maybe our luck will have turned by then."

Knives takes the time to have a good look around the office.

Perception 4 + Intuition 3 + Enhancements 3 + Actively Looking 3 = 13d6
13d6.hits(5)=4

Assuming I find (or Hax tells me) about the locked drawers.  I'll roll for the AutoPicker.
AutoPicker 5 + Agility 6 = 11d6.
11d6.hits(5)=2

[Csjarrat]

__all___
Your initial search of the office turns up little of use. The official registration of business certificates and licenses are well out of date, you're in no doubt that the addresses stated on the licenses are obsolete; they're printed on actual paper with actual ink!

___knives___
You find a key shaped recess just above the drawers and do your best to jemmy it open with the autopicker. It whirs,clicks and grinds; just for a second you feel the lock start to give, but then it clanks back into its original locked position failed test

[Lumen]

"Blast!  Gonna be like that huh?  I've coerced much pickier bitches before. Let's just..."  The tip of Knives' tongue barely sticks out of his mouth as he gives the lock another go.

AutoPicker 5 + Agility 6 = 11d6.
11d6.hits(5)=3
A smidge better hopefully it's just enough.

[Csjarrat]

The lock gives in with a dull metallic thud and releases the drawers for inspection.
The top drawer is mostly full of junk, old tax records, a few ancient hand-scrawled letters in an asian language, but the bottom drawer has one item of interest: an aging pocket secretary.
Interestingly, it still worked: booting to a password screen

[Lumen]

"There's a good girl.  See I was gentle."

Knives picks up the ancient PDA with a look of utter confusion.   Handing it to Hax he says, "Looks like your department,  see what you can do."  Then he goes back to rifling through the papers,  "Either of you blokes speak Japanese?  Or whatever this is?"