[Scawire]

From behind his stealth suit Mantis speaks up. Ya I got the data. Mantis rubs his shoulder knowing that him and Dunk need to get some decent med head to look over the bloody holes that wanker of an ork sported out when the info didn't flow his way as he had hoped. We also a few runners hear sporting a wound or two that if you could help with a medic would be brilliant. Ya we fucked up, that happens on a run, but Istill can't believe I thought a mana barrier was a ward all this mana throwing I've done and I forget something like that..... Opps..... That mistake can end your life in the shadows and then you end up a spirit only doing a walk on roles for runs.

[Lumen]

"Trust me it could have been a lot worse, we still got what we were after.  Only person left in the warehouse is a dullard that try to nick the goods.  Now lets get the hell out of here!"  Knives nervously looks about the van before trying to get a look at the shooter peppering the warehouse.

[Sillasion]

Dodging!
3 Reaction + 1 Dodge - 2 for Bike Seat = 2 Dice Pool
2d6.hits(5)=1
1 Hit :/

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
You get anything good out of him? He still alive?

__Scawire___
The bloke looks at Dunk and your hastily improvised medical treatment and nods;
Smith wants to talk to you first, then we'll get you patched up. Get in the van.

__Both__
The intercom crackles and you overhear the driver co-ordinating what sounds like multiple teams, checking in with each one and getting status reports.

[Csjarrat]

__Sillasion___
Pivoting in the seat as best you can lessens the impact of the blow somewhat, but the heavy blow strikes right across your exposed thigh and lower abdomen, causing you to wince and yelp as the air gets knocked out of you.
A searing pain follows the path of the strike, making you want to curl up against the attack.
resist 6P with impact armour

[Lumen]

"Last I saw him he was still alive but wounds to the jugular can be a touch fickle.  And yea I think we may have gotten a nugget of information out of him.  That's for me and Smith to discuss.   No offense mate, I appreciate the extraction but we've had a hell of a few days."

Knives turns his attention back to his companions, "Hang in there mates.  Quick talk with Smith, get a few answers,  then we'll get you two some proper treatment.  You deserve it lads,  ya done good."

[Sillasion]

Body 3 + Impact Armor 6 = 9 Dice Pool
9d6.hits(5)=3

3 hits this will hurt


Syberix shifts as the club connects - letting out a short scream in pain and grabbing her side as the club leaves it. She holds tight to Deet's jacket to attempt to keep balance with the pain.

[Scawire]

Mantis turns off his stealth suit figuring he doesn't need to be hidden anymore since the ones outside don't seem to be wanting them dead.... but things change so best to stay on guard. Mantis grabs a seat inside the van waiting to see what the meet with Smith will be like.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen + Scawire____
The intercom crackles again and you hear the muffled sound of the driver chatting over the comm-net.
Two distant reports of gunfire carry over the still air, before one of the armed men re-appears from the safehouse, doubling back to the van.
Both armed guards jump in the back with you, nudging Dunk along the back seat to make room.
The sliding door closes and locks in place, casting the interior of the vehicle in a dim light from the ancient LED roof panel above you.
One of the armed men speaks up;
"Let's get one thing fucking clear shall we?
You guys got hunted because you were stupid. You've endangered our organisation and opened us up. Smith is seriously unhappy.
It's only the fact that you've got the data that is keeping you alive right now.
Hand over all your electronics, we need to make sure none of them are broadcasting. And don't even think about getting fancy about it."
He reaches into a side storage panel and pulls out a sensor casing, booting it up.
The van pulls away with a jolt, executing a tight turn which throws you about in your seat. The van  ducks and weaves it's way back up the access road, dodging the pot holed surface as much as it could.


__Sillasion___
You take 3S damage and must test for knockdown as DV=BOD 3.
BOD + STR (3) please!!

[Scawire]

Mantis decides since they can name the boss and the comm have.been compromized he hands over his comm to them.

[Lumen]

"Yea here!"  He hands over his com and opens his greatcoat, "You need the other stuff too?  I've never been one for those fuckin things."  Knives then empties his pockets other than his knives and slides his pack over to the man that spoke and unzips it for inspection.  "Go nuts mate."

[Csjarrat]

The armed man scrutinizes each one of your devices, turning the wireless off on your stolen weapons and electronics before running a tag eraser across your body slowly and methodically.
It pulses and clicks, creating an acrid smell of ozone as it fries the embedded tags in your clothes
Can't be too sure lads. We've got a bit of a drive, so get your heads down for a bit. Keep the wireless off until we get em cleaned up properly.

The van must have joined the main road shortly after he'd finished zapping your outfits as the lurching and swerving stopped and the road surface felt a lot smoother.
A few minutes down the road, you heard the screaming of sirens race past your van on the opposite carriageway, eliciting nothing but a long gaze at his wristwatch as they blared past. 
Taking the man's advice, you do your best to get comfy in the cramped confines of the van's inward facing seats but it was hard to wind down after the morning's traumatic events.
Dunk managed to slip into a bit of a doze, his head rolling and lolling with the undulations of the road surface and the motion of the van but he soon gave up, waking up every time his head hit his chest.

Around forty minutes had passed before the van slid to a noisy halt on a gravel driveway. The awkward silence in the van made it feel more like a week had passed, and the cloying smell of stale cigs making the opening of the door more of a relief than it should have been.
The door slides open to reveal an old style country estate, a long gravel driveway wound it's way down the hill away from your house beyond a thicket of trees and looped around a sculpted roundabout complete with fountains by the front entrance.
The entrance itself was incredibly grandiose, marble steps led up to a wide wooden doorway, with one half of the doorway held open by a particularly well dressed man. A twin seater light aircraft sat at rest in the huge lawn to the right of the house, the condensation on its windshield showing it had been here for a few hours at least.
"Go on up, Smith's waiting for you in the drawing room."
The men climbed back into the van, slid the door closed and rumbled away at a slow pace around the roundabout and back down the long driveway leaving you alone on the gravel.
The well dressed figure by the door gestured to you to hurry up.

[Lumen]

After all of his gear has passed inspection he packs everything back up in his pack.  During the long ride Knives sits quietly and stares out the window.  In his mind he retraces the events of the awful night that got them deported off of his home island.  Once they pull into the estate he lets out a low whistle, "Swanky."

He hops out of the van grabbing his things and waits for Dunk knowing the poor guy will need help up those stairs.  When they get to the door he nods to the well dressed man holding it open, "Lads in the van said to head up to the drawing room."  He then looks to Dunks leg and back, "I hope it has seat covers."

[Scawire]

Mantis fallows Knives to the estate, Bowing at the two suited guards. Well this should be fun, odds are we get chewed out then get a pay deduction or maybe we hit a break and see the intel was worth the KO and bullet hole. If we are lucky we might have a job to do soon, I do need some nuyen or rent will come and the pad will go and I'll have to get someone back home to clear my stuff out. Well lets see what we have waiting for us behind door number 1.

[Sillasion]

Knockdown test: Spending an Edge
Bod 3 + Str 1 + Edge Pool 3 = Dice Pool 7
7d6.hitsopen(5,6)=1

  That is terribly unfortunate.....