[Lumen]

"Who knows what she was saying but it didn't sound good.  I'm sure we could find some linguasofts at a store but first things first I want to get somewhere where we're safe.  Plus I'd like to get paid for the work we've already done before we go blowing more money on this job.  Besides you never know if Mr. J will want us to stick around here or bugger off somewhere else."

Knives sits back sipping his soykaf and enjoying his cigarette.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Dunk catches your eye in the rear view mirror, obviously sensing a change in the atmosphere in the team.
He stops trying to nod off and shuffles upright in his seat, rubbing his eyes and trying to slap himself awake.
Right lads, where we up to, and how long we got till we get there? Yeah we could really do with one of them linguasofts or a translator drone or something. Hopefully your Johnson will bail us the hell out of here before we have to apply for a frigging work permit.
You start the wheezy little engine and coast back out onto the motorway, gridguide informing you you've only got another 2 junctions before you pull off into the suburbs

[Lumen]

Knives looks in the rear view at Dunk, "Says we've still got about a half hour, bout to get off the motorway though into some suburbs.  Yea I'm with you on that mate.  Hopefully he'll either help us move along or, if he's got more work, set us up here.  From the sounds of the first meet and that absurd show of force by the MMU and Interpol this drek has just hit the fan and we're standing at ground zero..." 

He pauses for a few seconds, "Sorry to get you wrapped up in this Dunk.  Long as we get paid for last night there's a big tip in it for you mate."

[Sillasion]

<Reply Robit.
"Troll Rock! Drek JA! Count me in! If I've stayed in one piece this long, I doubt a lil fun is going to be my undoing See you there Jean-Luc!">

After sending the message Syberix kills the remainder of her soycafe, makes her way out of the Euromart and off to meet up for ride.

*To zink zey are going to pay me for zis... heh. Whoever said work iz a drag iz doing it wrong.*

[Scawire]

Mantis sits quietly as he sips his soy-cafe and watches the French landscape pass by. Never made it to this country before hope it turns out better then a bunch of French people yelling at me. With a drag from his snuff smoke Mantis is content to rest his body for the next half hour and hope the team gets the intel to Mr. J in time for it to do him and his lads back in the smoke some good.

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion____
<<Great, see you there about 9pm!>>
The helpful and smiley young elf heads over to clear your table as you vacate your seat.
The street seems a bit busier as you head back up to the bunkhouse. The volume of traffic has picked up slightly and several cyclists ogle your hair-do as you trudge back up the main road to the industrial estate.
It had started to drizzle in the half hour you'd been inside, the overcast sky had darkened slightly and it looked like you might be in for a rainy morning.
Zipping your jacket up, you pop your earbuds in again and brush up on your Troll Rock, streaming an eclectic trixcast mix from Austria. It wasn't great early morning music but it'd make for a decent Thursday night out on the razz.
As you turn the corner into the courtyard, the HGV's had gone and been replaced by a small fleet of Harley Davidsons. The sheer amount of chrome on the heavily customed bikes was impressive, these things had taken some polishing!
A few leathered up riders stood around, tweaking bits on their bikes and admiring their compatriot's machines as you approach, but there are more bikes outside than people. You assume the others must be inside the bar. Alpha was nowhere to be seen.

___Scawire + Lumen____
The gridguide system pings at you to come off at the next junction and you ease back the throttle as you hit the off-ramp, taking manual control from the autopilot.
The offramp lands you onto a wide boulevard with mixed light industrial and commercial units sparsely dotted along either side of the road.
You stay on the main for about 5-10 minutes before taking a turn down a knackered and potholed road surrounded by fields.
Gridguide seems adamant that the route is correct, but something in your gut tells you that something is amiss.
The weak LED headlights cast a narrow Beam of light down the road, partially illuminating scribblings to your left and rtight. Though the first hint of blue hits the sky, it's still to dark to really call it dawn.

[Scawire]

Mantis stays some what alert on the cars path into this unknown neighborhood. As Mantis sips at his Soy-Cafe he keeps his eyes opened if this neighborhood is like the old smoke you never know what kind of welcoming the locals have for newcomers, odds are shoot first then steal everything second. With this being France there is no way to even talk them out of shooting.

[Sillasion]

Syberix takes a look around the parking lot after she arrives, looking over some of the bikes hanging around... until she notices her employers absence, but without much of a thought she brushes it off.
*Der mann vill show vhen he does.*
In the meantime, she heads into the bar to see what other interesting individuals have found their way here.

[Lumen]

Knives is clearly getting anxious as they pull off onto the pitted old road.  He taps on the display several times and finally concedes and shrugs to the others, "I dunno about you mates but this looks sketch as fuck.  Unless there's some underground bunker here somewhere this looks real bad for us.  Even worse, Mr. J said that burner only works once so I don't even know how we'd give him a ring."

He is constantly looking around and back over his shoulder, checking all the cars sensors.  His fingers nervously tap on the steering wheel.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire + Lumen____
Perception tests please!


___Sillasion___
A couple of the bikers give you a nod, one particularly portly biker gives you more of an ogling than you were expecting at this hour of the day, smiling a toothless smile at you as you head into the bar.
The place smells dank, like sweaty ork mixed with stale beer. It cloys at your throat as you step through the heavy reinforced steel door.
A large group of bikers were stood around the pool table, studying some kind of map or document under Alpha's instruction. The short barman is currently serving up to a well muscled ork brandishing a length of chain and some kind of improvised mace. It looks mean. You begin to realise this might be a bit of a rough morning, especially on a bit of a hangover.

[Scawire]

Perception Visual 1 (3)+INT 2= 5 minus any mods you want Like Damage
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4316970/ 2 hits

[Lumen]

Perception 4 + Intuition 3 + Enhancements 3 - DM 2 = 8d6
8d6.hits(5)=3

[Sillasion]

Syberix takes in the scene in front of her, sticking her tongue out as her face scrunches to the smell.....bad idea... sticking her tongue out only made it worse..
*Now it is in mouth...BLECH!*
she pulls her tongue back quickly and rights her face. As the mace catches her eye, her brow perks...
*Vell... it vill be a story ... and still nuyen...*
She makes her way towards Alpha as her thoughts ramble through her head.

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion____
Your mohawk stands out, even in this motley assortment of methumanity. Alpha catches the flash of color out of the corner of his eye, looking up and smiling at you, gesturing at you to come over and join them.
The brief pasue in conversation around the map causes the group to look up and follow Alpha's line of site. A few make eye contact, trying to suss out who the newcomer is as Alpha introduces you;
"Chapter, this is Syberix. She'll be giving us cover from mojo-slingers today."
A few nods of assent spread through the group, clearly this is good news to them.
"Syberix, you'll be riding in the middle of the chapter, probably right in the thick of it. You'll be with Dieter, or Deet. Go and say hi, grab a beer. I'll head over once we're wrapped up with this"
He gestures at the mace owner at the bar and returns to planning whatever it was he was planning on the map.

___Lumen___
Something moved in the field to your left, though the narrow beam of the LED headlights cast such a brutal shadow off the scrubland plants it is nearly impossible to tell what it was.

__Scawire____
A flash of movement caught your eye behind the car. Whatever it was had gone by the time you spun round properly to have a look. Only the tall weeds swaing in the morning breeze could be seen in the dim red light given off by the tail lights.

[Lumen]

Knives glares out the window for a moment, "Did you guys see that?  I saw something moving around out there."  Keeping one hand on the wheel he calls his taser into the other.  *Haven't we had enough drek in the past twenty-four hours?  Last thing we need is a pack of hellhounds or devilrats between us and a good night's sleep.*