[All4BigGuns]

Snake nods, saying "I suspected as much given the reason for your contacting us, which is why I left my statement open-ended. I'm not one to leave a young girl to suffer at the hands of thugs, so I'll still participate in this endeavor." With that, he leans against the wall, watching the others.

[Panzergeist]

"Well," Corvus says, "I guess it'll be an adventure."  Better that than admitting that this is his first job, and he assumes the fixer put him on it as a test.

[dragonfire]

Zen looks around the table, wondering what role each of his associates will play on this little job. Though not all have spoken, none look completely disinterested in helping Hampton. Guess it's time to try and move this job forward.

Mr. Hampton, do you happen to know where your daughter is being kept? Is there any information that you can provide us which can lead us in the right direction?

[TCArknight]

Wilde nodded toward Snake. "He has spoken exactly what is on my mind as well. I am not one to leave anyone in such a predicament. I am in."

[Scarecrow71]

All Characters
As each of you begin to accept the offer to take the job, you can see Mr. Hampton begin to relax and breathe a huge sigh of relief.  His body language changes, going from shamed businessman to angry father, almost instantly.

"Thank you.  My daughter is my life, and I have failed to properly show her that.  But I promise that if you bring her back to me, I'll not let a day go by that she isn't reminded of that."

He stands up and removes a folded wad of paper from one of the pockets of the trousers that he's wearing.  He begins unfolding the paper, and after a few moments he sets it down on the table.  You can clearly see it's a map of Downtown.  He sits back down and looks the lot of you over.

"The mobsters holding my daughter are from the Fratelli family.  They control pretty much next to nothing in Downtown, except this area right here..."

He traces a small circle on the map, and you recognize that the area contains the building you are currently in.  It's not a large area - maybe 10 or so square blocks - but Hampton's business happens to be right in the middle of it.

"Your best bet is to find and follow Vic Fratelli, the slime.  Greasy as they come, protoypical old-school Jersey mobster.  Usually hangs out at one of the local McHugh's restaurants.  Corner of Seneca and 2nd.  You find him - he should know where they're keeping my Moxie."

[All4BigGuns]

Leaning down to look over the map once it has been laid out, Snake listens to the explanation. On hearing that following this 'Vic' may be the best bet along with a major hang-out of his, he looks up at the employer, "You happen to know which McHugh's?"

[Panzergeist]

"Sounds good Mr. Johnson...er, Hampton.  We'll need to do some prep and planning before we check out McHugh's.  Can we have this room, or one of the rooms here, to ourselves for an hour or so?" 

[Scarecrow71]

All Characters
Mr. Hampton stands, nodding a bit nervously as he does so.

"Yes, yes...you may have the use of this room for as long as you need to prepare!  If you need anything, just press the black button on the intercom by the door."

He then gets up and leaves, closing the door behind him as he does so.

[All4BigGuns]

As Hampton exits the room and closes the door, Snake looks at the assembled members of this team and says, "Well then, why don't we all give a run down on what we're capable of? Myself, you could call me a Designated Marksman and I've got a good set of eyes."

[TCArknight]

Eugene smiled as he leaned against the wall. "You may call me Mr. Wilde, after the playwright and author, not in the sense of the outdoors. My talents lie along the manipulation of the arcane energies and the exploration of the Astral. I am also familiar with the various clubs in the area as well as a bit more of a sense of the what makes for fine food or wine than the average individual these days."

[dragonfire]

Zen puts on what appear to be leather gloves and nods his head.

Zen's the name and the matrix is my game. I've also been known to talk my way out of a sticky situation, if the occasion calls for it. Feel free to keep with the introductions. I'm just going to do a quick scan to see if there's anything listening in on our conversation, but I'm still listening.

With an almost imperceptible movement of his hands, Zen executes a matrix scan, the information flooding his image link.

[Panzergeist]

"I was just going to suggest the same thing," Corvus says.  "I specialize in infiltration- I sneak, I climb, I break and enter, I con my way into places.  I'm also pretty good in close combat- not so great with a gun.  I'm also a physical adept, but can't see into the astral- that'll be Mr. Wilde's domain."  "And by the way, I assume this McHugh's will have cameras, so I'm going to alter my appearance a bit just in case. If any of you are comfortable enough in your masculinity- or femininity , and the case may be- to wear a little makeup, I'm happy to do the same for you." At this, Corvus pulls out his disguise kit and starts applying makeup, subtly altering his skin tone, adding a small fake scar at one temple, and giving himself the appearance of stubble higher on his cheeks than is facial hair normally grows. 

[dragonfire]

While his eyes were open the entire time, Zen's focus seems to fall back onto the group as he looks around. After coming out of his trance, he addresses the group.

Looks like there aren't any bugging devices. We should be able to speak freely. Anybody have any suggestions on how to pursue from here? I'll shoot a message to a Fixer and Mr. Johnson I know. They've always got an ear to the ground. My Fixer especially tends to focus more on information, so he might know something useful about the Fratellis. Any of you heard of them?

Zen brings up an AR keyboard and begins composing his message as he waits for suggestions from the others at the table.

[All4BigGuns]

Snake nods, "I know that my immediate plan would be to stake out that restaurant, so if you," he motions to Zen, "could get me a description of one or more of these Fratellis, that would be an immense help."

[Panzergeist]

Corvus nods in agreement.  "I agree, let's stake out the restaurant, recon it astrally and in the matrix.  Once we see Vic in there, let's send one or two people to talk to him while the rest of us hang out in the area incognito, just in case anything goes down.  And before we do that, let's see if we can find out why he hangs out at a McHughs of all places- maybe the family, or a friend of his, owns it?"    Corvus's eyes then wander to the credstick.  "Oh, and we might as well divy up this generous bounty that's been bestowed upon us.  Anyone care to do the honors while I look up this McHugh's?"

Corvus begins studying his commlink intently. He's pretty sure he knows where to find out who owns the McHugh's- legally at least.  He looks at the IRS business registry, Small Business Administration, and Seattle Chamber of Commerce, but has trouble navigating their matrix hosts.  "Fragging government nodes.  One of you techies wanna help me look up the ownership of this burger joint?  I know where to look, but can't navigate these damned hosts."