[Csjarrat]

___Lumen + Scawire___
The ork steps into the living room near to the two sofas, motioning for you to sit.
You got the data? and where's the pilot?

__Sillasion___
Perceiving the astral proves to be distracting, you have to concentrate far harder than normal today, maybe it was the hangover or the gang of murderous bikers opposite you, but the negative emotions, anxiety and fear clouded your vision. you saw a bright aura or something but you had no idea what it was.
Deet slammed to the left, dragging you out of your concentration.
He roared and swung his heavy mace awkwardly to his offside as you snapped back to reality
ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!!!

[Sillasion]

Initiative!
Reaction 3 + Intuition 4 + Improved Reflexes 1 = Dice Pool 8
8d6.hits(5)=3
Hits 3 + Initiative 8 = Total 11 (2 Passes)

[Lumen]

Knives sits down on the arm of one of the sofas, "Yea we've got the fraggin data, we're professionals.  Granted it was not the smoothest job but we came through and we expect to get paid..."  He stares at the ork letting that last bit linger for a minute.  "The pilot is upstairs still snoring.  Now what's the plan from here?  Obviously we can't just jet back to jolly ole England plus if I was to hazard a guess your boss probably has more work for us.  I can't speak for the others but I intend to see this one through.  You don't fuck with the Clerkenwell's."

As he rambles on sleepily Knives toys with the handle of his fineblade stuck in his waistband.

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
As you snap to the left to figure out what the hell is going on, you see a large ghoul approaching to your left on a huge custom bike, armed with a huge club, vicious nails protruding out of it at funny angles.
Deet: 7d6.hits(5)=3 ini10 1 pass
Baddy: 8d6.hits(5)=1 ini 9, 1 pass

You're highest initiative, begin your first pass

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Yeah, real fucking professional. Half of the Met and most of the MMU come baring down on you last night cos you had to slit a guard. Now you're cowering in a safehouse. Get me the data then we'll talk about getting paid.
And you can get your hand away from that blade as well.

[Sillasion]

Syberix turns abruptly, her eyes widening a moment before instinct kicks into reaction.

Binding the ghoul - Force 5
Spellcasting(Manipulation) 4(6) + Magic 5 + Adversary 2 = Dice Pool 13
13d6.hits(5)=5
5 hits

Drain 3S
Will 5 + Charisma 6 = Dice pool 11
11d6.hits(5)=3
3 hits - right on the money


She proceeds to quickly cross herself as before: Left, Right, Down, Up - as the mana pulls into her, she flicks her hand in the direction of the ghoul, middle finger extended, whipping the stream of mana around his body. Her lips curling into a smile as she does.

[Lumen]

"If you know any damned thing about the MMU the welcoming we got was not because of some fuckin desk jockey I stuck.  An I ain't cowerin from shite mate, keep your facts straight.  Your boss knows it too.  Those wankers muckin up the East End have got ties in the MMU, the kinda ties that only come with some seriously deep pockets."

Knives stands cracks his neck, "Chill right there mate I'll go get your data."  He heads upstairs and grabs his com, checking the call log for the earlier call.  *Somethin don't seem right about this...*

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
The image of the ghoul flickers as your mana pulses through it, and fades after the mighty mace swing flashes through it'skull.

perception test please. -2 for visual distractions

[Sillasion]

Perception 1 + Intuition 4 + Vision enhancement 3 - 2 Penalty = 6 Dice Pool
6d6.hits(5)=2
2 Hits

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The ork stands and smiles at you wryly, he clearly got the reaction out of you he'd hoped for.
Heading upstairs to the bunk room, you spot Dunk rolling over in his bunk half awake and peering at you with bleary eyes. urgh...What time is it?
You pull yours and Mantis' links out of the lockers and off the induction charger plate. Both are fully charged. The missed call number on yours matches up to the previous commcodes you'd received from Mr Smith and his agents. You had 15 missed calls, Mantis's had three, from a different commcode.

___Sillasion___
Ahead and to your right you see the mage smiling and waving at you, before flicking you a "wanker" gesture.
He turns a little more in his seat and begins to gesture as if casting.
casting (8d6.hits(5)=3), counterspelling please, threshold 3 for opposed test or you can let it go, either way.

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis___
The Ork stares at you as Knives heads upstairs.
Milk, two sugars. get to it darling.

[Lumen]

Knives leans down to Dunk and whispers, "Time to get up mate.  We've got company and he's making me edgy."  He scrolls through the call log then pops in an earbud.  He hits redail and moves to make sure he's out of site of the well dressed yet poor mannered ork.

[Scawire]

Mantis grinds his teeth as he head to the kettle to get the Guest his order. Just what I need wake up to take orders from some new guy. Mantis does his best to keep his eye on the new guy as he gets himself and the ork something to drink. Mantis decides to ask question or two, you never know this guy might have some idea of the answer. So any ideas on how long before the heat dies down in London? Mantis puts in the orks sugar and mike but leaves his black. Just wondering who much effort I need to put into learning the local language. Mantis hands the ork his drink and take a sip of his own.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Keeping the door to the bunk room closed but your eye on it, you thumb the call button.
The call to the missed commcode instantly disconnects every time you try it. no tone, no answer message, nothing.
Dunk quietly gets out of bed and puts on his underlayers of clothes. Who is it?


__Mantis__
The ork takes the cuppa you make and starts sipping from it, scowling at you as if you'd asked a stupid question.
th'fuck should I know? Your pal gonna be long?
He shouts, motioning his head to the ceiling
GET A FUCKING MOVE ON, I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY.

__Lumen__
You hear the shout from downstairs encouraging you "politely" to hurry up

[Lumen]

*Shit, should have answered the com first.  This tusker better be on the up and up.*  Knives looks to Dunk, "Some fancy pants ork and he's a real bellend.  It's probably part of his job but it doesn't help my nerves.  Just keep your eye on him."

He waits for Dunk to get some clothes on and descends with him.  Once back downstairs he tosses Mantis his com and sits back down looking at the suited ork, "What's the rush mate?  You late for your mani/pedi?"