[Yogi]

Boomer sat there as Spooky and Rat were trading comments.  All he could do was simply let out a sigh and shake his head slightly as he leaned back.  What the hell are these two doing?  He thought as he looked at both of them with eyes that were covered by his dark shades.  First he insults the J and now they are bickering.

Boomer listens closely when the Elf begins to speak again about his employer and what they want.  To remain a secret.  All this was screaming to him that these were people were not ones you would want to double cross.  Then again no one in this business was one any wanted to do that to.  You just didn;t know what they are capable of doing. 

Something the Elf said piqued his interest though and before he was able to ask his question the too quick Mr. Featherstone opened his hole again.  Kid this isn't some back alley dealing here.  If you cant pick up on what this guy exudes you won't last long.   He thought.

Boomer leaned forward again as he took another sip of the hot tea.  "Despite my earlier comment about my preference for coffee this is very good.  I do have a question about something you said though which was. 'You bring us to where we need to be and then see that we are returned safely afterwards.'"     He paused for a moment. Is this job here in Seattle?

[Chrona]

Three Star let the other talk for he most part, this was obviously just a Lackey of the Johnson, or another veil being placed before the job. if anything strange goes on he would just deal with it in the moment. He continued to ignore the tea before him and the comments of his future team mates. "I presume we will receive the further instructions for learning about the job after this short Q&A session with you, so i have no reason to drag this out."

At least the explosives expert asked a good question.

gang knowledge followed by JiC (7d6.hits(5)=3, 30d6.hits(5)=8)

[Xzylvador]

The man patiently listens to the questions.
"I'm afraid you still misunderstand my function on this occasion. So let me reiterate that I know nothing of my clients intentions or motivations." He pauses for a short moment and mumbles, more to himself than any of you, "Well, perhaps a little of his motivations."
He straightens up again and continues again in his normal, businesslike tone. "So no, I can not divulge any information about time, location, what is to be expected of you or what you could expect in return."
He opens his hands in reconciliation.
"Though on that last matter, mister Featherstone, I can perhaps reassure you by saying that both my own services and the other precautions that have been taken do not exactly come for free. It only stands to reason that my client would not spend such amount of resources on setting up this meeting, only to skimp on payment for the actual job."

He turns to Boomer. "I am to escort you to the place where you will be meeting with my client and escort you back to this apartment afterwards."

With an affirmative nod to Three Star, he adds "That is indeed the case. This "short Q&A session", however, is not meant to drag anything out. Before we can be on our way, I need to ensure you all understand and accept my client's need for security and will all willingly cooperate with the safety measures we will be taking along the way.
If not..."
He looks towards the exit.

The precisely controlled way in which the elf speaks and gestures suggest much experience with social engagements and the style of his clothes obviously puts him well above street-level. The golden ring on his right hand bears a symbol of jagged edged leaf and three red berries. The symbol is colored with inlaid emerald and ruby stones. This all, combined with the few things you already knew and the fact that he's apparently acting as a middleman for another person would make it a pretty good bet that he's one of the Laésa.

What you know about them is mostly the gang related stuff: The Laésa is an Elf-only gang, mostly present in the Tarislar, Puyallup. They get most of their money from smuggling, they have access to weapons, telesma other magical goods and the monopoly on a drug called Laés -which is supposed to mess up one's memory- through contacts in Tir Tairngire. The ratio of awakened members among them is very high and they have a fighting style very different from what you ordinarily see in the streets, called carromeleg. Having relatively little fighting power compared to the other Puyallup gangs, they often rely on negotiation, using their smuggling and influence as currency. The biggest example of this was the Laésa working together with (or for) the Ancients in order to secure a contract with KE to provide police services in parts of Tarislar.

Very few of that information seems to be of much help to determine why this man is speaking to you now. But that's where the whispers you picked up from political, underground and 'runner sources start becoming more valuable.
A group of Elves -which very well could be the Laésa based on what you know of the gang- has been offering their services to assist with negotiations and politics. They're rumored to be very talented, discrete to a fault and have gained a significant amount of backroom influence on both sides of the law.

--Sorry, the gang part doesn't get you all that much as it's less relevant than the other side(s) of their business.

[Chrona]

"So long as the security measures do not involve being unconscious, drugging or magical or chemical memory manipulation, I will likely not mind them. But i will warn you I am very very particular in what I imbibe. By all means have me run across town to a number of payphones or drive us blindfolded in circles, illusion spells, or otherwise but if within your knowledge base to be an aforementioned method, some warning, please."

30d6.hits(5)=9

[Yogi]

He listened as Three Star agreed to going to the second meet and his conditions in doing so.  He also realized that if any of them wanted to get paid they were going to have to play the game.  And right now the game was being orchestrated by Mr. perfect nails here. 

Boomer gives the Elf a simple nod.  "Alright I'll listen to what your employer has to say.  My interest is piqued.  Though I would like, if possible, to move my ride that is outside.  If I leave it where it is I'm afraid it'll either be gone or in pieces when I get back."

This was a new one for him.  Being taken to a second location for a meet with the Johnson.  The fact that he was seemingly alone in the room with 4 armed persons spoke well of the Elf.  He either had the biggest set Boomer had ever heard of or he had backup very close by.

He looked at the others his gaze lingered on Spooky the detective and Rat the brash Ork.  Who despite talking the way he did was the only one besides himself acting halfway professional.  "What about you two?"

[Xzylvador]

The elf managed to show a measured smile.
"I have no problems revealing to you which measures will be taken. That is knowledge I possess and was instructed to convey to you.
I can not allow you to move your bike, mister Johnson*, but rest assured no harm -other than perhaps some acid rain- will come to it while you are under my care. Any of you leaving my company before we arrive will be considered 'out'.
You will accompany to a car parked 2 floors below and proceed toward another location. The drive should take us about fifteen to twenty minutes.
At that location, we will join with an armed escort and together will board another vehicle which will bring us to a small base of operations where you will need to pass a security check and relinquish all your weapons, gear, communication or magical equipment. Your items will be stored safely and will not be touched by anyone until the moment you reclaim them. If any equipment is deemed a potential security threat but can not be easily removed or disabled, additional measures will be taken to ensure they can not cause problems.
After the security check we will continue our journey with the armed escort towards the meeting place. That drive should take an hour, give or take, and you will be blindfolded for the entire duration.
When the meeting has been concluded and my client -and hopefully your employer- has reached a safe distance, we will follow the reverse procedure and I will drop you off here or any other place in Seattle where you may wish to be dropped off."
He presses his lips into a thin line, preparing to say something difficult.
"Should you, after my client has informed you of what is expected, choose not to accept his offer and decide not to cooperate with him, mind manipulation -namely the erasure of the last several hours of your memory- will be required to ensure both the safety of my client and the secrecy of your 'mission'. This will be done in a way that's been tried and tested a thousand times before and has been proven completely safe and reliable with absolutely no side effects. No magic will be involved, no messing with thoughts or emotions, no reading of the mind.
These terms are reasonable and not negotiable. If any of them are unacceptable to you, this is the ideal moment to leave without causing any hard feelings."
The elf opens the case in front of him and picks something out before closing it again. He carefully places four credsticks in a neat row in front of him.
"If you do accept, I am authorized to reward your trust and compensate the minor inconvenience of these security measures with a small token of appreciation in the form of a 5000 nuyen."

* Yogi/Boomer, I don't know what SIN you're using, so I took that name. If you're broadcasting another SIN identity, he will use that name instead.

[HydroRaven]

"Wiz, I'll meet your guy" says Rat as he reaches for a credstick. He then looks around to the other runners present, seeing what they will do.

[Chrona]

"That sounds reasonable. You're employer did well to pick you to convey the security measures. I, Three Star, shall accompany you." He unfolded his legs and rested hit palms on his knees. His expression was still serious but not hostile.

[Silence]

"Quite reasonable." Spooky says, collecting his stick, "It's sounding less and less like a screw job."

[Yogi]

Boomer listened to the others as they accepted the 5k and the terms of being transported to the meet with their potential employer.  Three Star as expected spoke well when accepting the terms.  The other two in his opinion well his mother always taught him that if you had nothing nice to say say nothing.   

Boomer gave him a nod and his baritone voice sounded smooth.   "Alright I'm in."  He collected the last remaining stick on the table and stood.  As he did so he faced Spooky.  "Son when cred like this comes as easy as we just got it,"  he paused for a quick second.  "There's always something waiting to screw ya."

He turned back to the their middleman.  "Well Mr. Elf it looks like you got the four of us on the job."  He reached for the Tea and finished it.  Setting it back down he smiled.  "Now that's batter than anything I ever got in a c-rat."

[Silence]

"Call me an optimist, then." Spooky chuckled, "Plan for the worst, hope for the best."

[Xzylvador]

The elf claps his hands together and stands up.
"Excellent, then we are all in agreement."
Walking to the door and opening it, he invites you to come with him. "If you gentlemen would please follow me."

Even though there are plenty of signs that this building is much the same as the one you all entered a short while ago (only here, the elevator is completely broken), there's no activity in the hallways you pass on your way downstairs. All the doors are closed and the uneasy silence hanging in the hallways is broken only by the sound of your footsteps.
The elf walks quickly, taking large strides with his long legs, but never really runs or seems rushed.
The basement level garage is devoid of people too but there are plenty of cars parked there. Not a single one of the vehicles is without dents or rust and the minivan you're asked to enter -a typical means of transportation for a large lower-middle-class family 10 years ago- is no different.
Without saying another word, the elf drives the minivan up to the street and steers it towards Puyallup.

[HydroRaven]

Rat gets up when the elf asks them to leave and follows him out of the room with a sense of pride. "No one's ever called me a gentleman before, feels nice to get the respect I deserve" thinks the ork to himself, as he walks down the eerily quiet hallway with the rest of the group. Once in the parking lot, he takes the seat closest to the door, not bothering with any safety harnesses.

[Yogi]

Boomer followed the Elf and the others to the waiting vehicle.  It wasn't much but it fit all five of them relatively well.  As the car moved he kept track of landmarks as they passed.  He also made sure that everything was in order.  his private 'link was still in hidden mode and that his public 'link was broadcasting his Weis idenity.   All that was needed now was to sit back and wait till they arrived. 


JiC (30d6.hits(5)=10)

[Chrona]

Three Star followed the others into the minivan, not the best transportation but it fit the locale. He imagined they might change vehicle a couple times if they were as security conscious as they said.
30d6.hits(5)=11