[Silence]

"No issues on that, and I hear what Three Star and Rat are saying." Spooky said after a moment.  "I might know somebody that can possibly make us showing up go a bit smoother.  Who was handling the magical and astral side of things for the return trip?"

[Xzylvador]

Quinten raised a finger, gesturing for Boomer to wait. After a few seconds, in between what is likely a conversation through AR commcall, he says "That won't be necessary, I've already got someone on the way."
He turns his concentration back to whatever his commlink is sending directly into his brain for another minute or two before replying to Spooky.
"Ahum.", he said, pointing to one of the dead elves. "That would've been him."

He took another look around at the dead bodies scattered around the place and seemed temporarily mesmerized by the flames devouring the flammable parts of the truck.
"Okay then, we should probably get off the streets and find a place to hole up some distance away from this wreckage. Who knows whose or what else's attraction this has gotten."


If there are further questions or remarks for Quinten, this is the time.
Otherwise I'll forward to picking you up and getting you guys near the station.

[HydroRaven]

Rat looked at the shotgun and counted the number of rounds in it. Without looking at Quinten, he said to him "Unless there's another indoor jungle you want to visit, we should go now."

[Chrona]

Three Star filled up the two Predators he acquired earlier and grabs a few more spare clips. And had a look around at the other weapons available among the bodies.

After taking anything he wanted he agreed with Rat. "Let's go." He glanced back at the dead bodies, sneering at how weak they seemed.

JIC incoming when IC let's me log in. Let me know what weapons are available and Three Star may upgrade from a knife and 2 sidearms.

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[Xzylvador]

The elves' weapons were:
Sidearms: Ares Predator IV
Automatic: 5 x AK-97
Shotgun: 2 x SPAS 22
7 x Survival Knife
Having some time to look closer and search better, you find that one of the Ancients seemed to like throwing knives; he had 5 in his belt, hidden below in his uniform.
You also find 3 fragmentation grenades as well as 5 others grenades, most likely gas or chemical or something; but if a label was ever painted on them or a chip stuck to it, it's gone.
They're all khaki colored and the remnants of a band once painted on them can barely be seen. Three had been marked with yellow, two have flecks of red paint left on 'em.

Of course, the dead orks (and a couple of the fleeing ones) left behind some weapons too; but the guns look just as likely to blow up in your face or fall apart when you use them and aren't really worth mentioning; their melee weapons are more likely to give you tetanus than wound an enemy.

[Yogi]

At Quinten's direction Boomer held off calling Leady.  While he waited he looked around and gathered up what weapons and ammo he could.  Seeing one of two SPAS 22's he grabbed one and some ammo from one of the fallen elves along with the spare Predator IV mags he carried.  Hoisting up the shotgun he gave Three Star a smile.  "Now this I like.  Not as nice as my Enfield but It'll do."  He secured the Predator and extra ammo in an oversized pocket in his armored jacket.  Looking over the shotgun he gave a slight nod as his dwarf sized hands flt too small on the grip. 

When everyone seemed like they were ready he gave a nod to Quinten.  "Any idea on where to for cover till your person gets here?  I can bring up my mapsoft of the area.  It might not be as accurate here in this area but it may find us something." 


JiC (30d6.hits(5)=12)

[HydroRaven]

Looking at the other runners, Rat's gaze falls on Boomer. "Want this?" asked the ork to the dwarf, raising the shotgun he was holding and reaching for one of the remaining Ares Predators. He took a few spare clips for the gun as well, and handed the shotgun over to Boomer.

[Yogi]

Boomer smiled at the young Orc as he was offered the other SPAS 22.  He shook his head no.  "Thanks but no.  There's something to be said about being too greedy and trying to carry off more than one should.  Feel free to bring it with us and we can ditch it when we don't need it anymore."

[farothel]

Panther had been in John's garage, discussing some mods on one of her drones, when he got a call.
"Just a moment, I might have someone for that," he said, before turning to her, "Panther, can you do me a favour.  I just got a call from a friend.  Apparently a friend of his has run in some trouble in the Barrens.  They're out of it right now, but in need of transportation and maybe someone to get into a matrix system.  It's not all that far from here.  They're willing to pay 5k."
"Sure, why not," Panther said, "Where is it."

John turned back to his commlink conversation and soon he gave her some coordinates, plus a optical tap.  Panther checked them out, while she also received a comm number she could call to get directly in touch with the group she had to pick up.
"That's indeed not too far from here.  I'll call you when I can come back to discuss that chameleon painting a bit more, okay."

She got into her car and drove towards the location provided, carefully as this were the Barrens and one had to be careful.  She had her Dragonfly drone overhead flying a bit ahead to check things out, so she wouldn't be surprised.  The images it sent back were of an overturned and burned out truck and some people standing near.  They were all armed, but that was not all that unexpected in the Barrens.  She sent a message to the number announcing she was arriving, before turning into their vision.  Her car, a Mercury comet, looked a bit too good for the Barrens, but it wasn't all that flashy.  It had a neutral colour scheme, in fact the colour that was most chosen for this type of vehicle.
"You guys called for a transporter," she asked when she arrived at the location.

[Chrona]

Three Star checked the slide of one of the Rifles and grabbed what clips he could for an AK-97. "I can provide cover fire with this at the least." He picked up the harness of knives, "Anyone got a good throwing arm? There are Grenades too, quite a few, Boomer?"

[Silence]

Spooky looks over at Three Star, and chuckles as he collects a Predator and several clips of ammo.  "If you just want them tossed in a random direction.  Otherwise, hold on to them for special surprises, or leave them, unless you've got a decent and accurate throwing arm."

He then looked over Panther.  "And you might be?  No offense, but it's been a bit of a night."

[farothel]

"You can call me black panther," she replied, "I was requested to come here to provide some transportation.  Either you get in or you take your chances, I don't care either way."

[Yogi]

Boomer spied the Mercury Comet on an approach vector and readied the SPAS just in case.  His suspicion was lessened when the female behind the wheel asked about their call for transportation.  Spooky, which seemed normal for him, was questioning again. 

Boomer looked at the former detective as he said they had had a rough night.  "Seriously, a rough night,  It's the middle of the afternoon.  Are you sure you didn't take a hit to that melon of yours?" 

Boomer looked at the lady.  "Yes Miss Panther we need a ride.  Apparently you are the transport our employer called for.  Don't worry about him.  I think he took a hit to the head in the fight we just had.  He said as he opened the back door and slid over behind her.  "Besides he's suspicious of everyone.  Just in case thought if you do anything to put us in danger you will have a new mouth where your forehead currently is."   He said in a matter of fact tone.  "Oh and thanks for coming to pick us up."  He said though a grin which could be seen in the rear view mirror.  "The name's Boomer."

[HydroRaven]

Rat was also on his guard at the car's approach, but lowered his weapon when Black Panther introduced herself. Anyone that had paid attention could clearly see he was holding the shotgun in a strange way, almost as if he was holding a handgun. An experienced shooter could tell the ork had no experience with that kind of weapon.

His face betrayed a smile at Panther's invitation. "Alright, this beats those grumpy dandelion eaters" said Rat as he shamelessly sat in the front passenger seat, next to Black Panther. "Nice to meet you honey, you can call me Rat" continued the ork, a grin on his face. Some desperate soul might consider his approach and his obvious coming on as cute, but a normal person would just see for what it was: sleazy and unsettlingly forward.

[farothel]

"Children and adolescent boys with too much testosteron go in the back," Panther said, giving the ork a hard stare, insofar one could see this on her cybereyes, which were completely white, "and put that weapon away before you let it go off by accident and damage something."

She turned to Quinten.
"Where to?"