[Lumen]

"Hmmm I think the car is a better idea too.  More private, more accessible.  Yea Pavel if you could get us with your supplier that would be brill.  Just need a few pieces of gear... maybe more depending on what we find in the ghetto..."

After Mantis' run down of his magical abilities Knives' nods, "Good to know mate.  I'll try an keep that in mind.  Maybe usin animal senses could get us a good look without having to get close.  Grab up a rat and have him go take a look instead of sticking our necks out.  Yea I like that sound of that...  Going in the same way will probably be our best bet but never can tell till you get eyes on the mark.  Though if there's security around it and you can make one of us look like one of the wankers guardin it could be handy."

He stands up and stretches, "Too many ifs to worry about until we get there.  Let's get a copy of that map and go check on Dunk.  I dunno about you but I'm ready to get back to work."

[Csjarrat]

____Sillasion____
The freight cars look ancient and decrepit. The bogeys appear to have rusted onto the section of track they've clearly been standing on for years.
Very tall weeds poke through the gaps in the sleepers and up into the holes in the chassis.
An old bulk carriage about a third of the way down the ancient convoy had lost a door on the far side, revealing its innards to you.
Hauling Deet's large frame up into the doorway took a huge effort, Deet was fading and fast.

The day's exertion was beginning to show in your spellcasting too. The long "flight" out of the badlands had taken a lot of sustaining, having left its mark on your aura and your body drained, your makeover spell went of only half cocked. You manage to scrub the worst of the crap off your self, looking somewhat close to your intended self, but far from your image of glamour.
Redoubling your efforts with determined grit made a huge difference to Deet though. He cleaned up pretty good, the muck and detritus from the crash was soon gone and the infusion of mana washing over him seemed to liven him up a bit as a bonus.
Syb, you're a star. Thanks for bailing me out of the shit back there. One good bite and that fucker would have had me. I owe you girl, big time. {he grimaces as he shifts his weight, leaning back slightly at he swings his foot up into the carriage from his sitting position on the ledge of the doorway}
*argh* I'm fucked up good. My foot feels like burning hell. I can't walk no-more on it. I really need a doc or summat. *agh* Paracetamol or something would be good as a start though. You got anything on you?
Gingerly, he slid himself backwards away from the opening of the carriage into the darker recesses. The smell of wet dog was overpowering back there, a collection of blankets, newspapers and food wrappers showing that someone {or something} probably called this place home.


____Lumen____
"Absolutemént, ee works on an appointment-only basis. For when shall I arrange a meeting?
Monsieur Smith also asked me to return sese to you, ee says his contacts have fully cleansed them, no chargé this time, but ee said to be much more careful" {he hands you both your commlinks, cases shiny and clean, almost factory spec}
As you ponder the holo-terminal, you see the mapsoft chip inserted into the drive and install a copy onto your cleaned-up link.
//Bienveneu au France! Please visit your MSP node for data-roaming charges.
You have:
5 new messages
1 missed call
1 missed invite
Have a good visit to France!//

[Lumen]

"Hmm appointments?   That depends on how long it takes to get to Paris from here... and I'd like to give the sight a once over first.  Tomorrow, maybe day after, preferably early evening." He takes his com, "Thanks Pavel."

*Missed invite?  The lads should have been told I was run off, who the hell could it be?*  Knives goes through his missed messages and such starting with the invite.

[Scawire]

Pavel hands back the two runners comm links. Arctic I downed so much nuyen in this thing I was hoping sooner of later to get the little butler back. Thanks Mantis looks over at Knives. I think your right we best not run head first into this op too quickly we could get burned bad, best to play this one smart. We should get moving on the leg work. Mantis gets ready to head out to the gear grab then to the mission of locating the target sight.

[Lumen]

Knives stands up and nods to Mantis, "Exactly mate.  It's bout time we got started." He then turns to Pavel, "Make that appointment day after tomorrow, say sixish."

He takes a few steps towards the door, "Come on Mantis, lets go get Dunk and get on the road."

[Scawire]

Mantis give a bow. Rodger that. Lets roll.

[Sillasion]

"Eh, If I hadn't lost my hold you woulda been better for it. Glad you're not pissed honestly..."

She walks over and takes a look at his leg..
*Drek... I have nozing on me for zis.... *

"Nothing on me... all my Drek is back in my bag...You don't happen to have a street doc you know about?"

[Csjarrat]

__Lumen + Scawire___
"Very well sirs, I shall make the appointment and send you over the confirmation. He is around 40 minutes away in light traffic.
Duncan is outside in the garages, past the stables to the left of the building."
Pavel bows slightly at the hip and takes his leave.

__Lumen___
The missed calls and invite was from your old pal Jimmy, the missed invite was to a VR meet that expired two days ago.


__Sillasion__
We were well outnumbered there, don't worry about it. Surprised a little lass like you lasted so long to be honest.
We all got involved in it as a stupid fucking ritual. A lot of good lads never survive their first run but its the only way to earn your stripes and get up the ladder in the gangs. You get a run or two under your belt and you're a vet. You get the best of the trafficking runs, can make some serious mint. Deet grunts as he half props himself up against the back of the carriage, wriggling himself into a slightly more comfortable position.
Sure, it looks suicidal to outsiders, but plenty of lads don't make it through their first gun run. Either the coppers get em or the deal goes south, or they get ambushed by one of the other gangs and stuff. T'isnt an easy life y'know? He smiled at you, the first smile you'd seen since the crash.
There's a lad on the far side of Chelles that's fairly handy with a medkit. Patches the lads up when they get back from their runs. You probably shouldn't show your face back at the club though... Alpha had a lot riding on you today.

[Lumen]

"Thanks Pavel, we'll find him."  Knives heads outside following the butler's directions.  Once he gets to the garage he walks right in and yells out, "Oy Dunk, where ye hidin mate?"

[Scawire]

Mantis quietly fallows Knives to the garage and get in the back of the ride. Hope it is not to hard to blend in to the area, a once over look at the poplulation should help get some idea on how to blend in.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen + Scawire___
The gravel crunches softly underfoot as you make your way around to the garage. The outside lighting clicked on automatically as the last of the weak autumn daylight faded out, leaving you in for a pretty chilly night.
In the distance you can hear the soft whirring of the perimeter security drones doing their patrols, their forms partially obscured by a low hanging mist over the gardens.

Rounding the the corner of the great country estate, you see the bright work lights of the garages shining bright, a collection of flying beasties attacking them furiously. Soft rock was audible above the clatter of tools on metal, and some badly out of tune singing joining in on the choruses.
The nose of a pretty ancient looking car poked out of one of the garage bays, bonnet up, exposing a dark and dirty ancient looking engine.
As you get closer, you see two legs sticking out underneath the far side of the car, the dayglo oragne coveralls smeared in oil and brake fluid.
Dunk slides out from underneath to greet you as your crunching footsteps draw closer.

Alreet lads? How's it goin?
He climbed off the slide board and stood up, wiping his oily hands on his overalls.
and grabbing a steaming brew off the work area further into the garage.
A shimmering holoterminal displayed AR wiring diagrams and a large tool case lay open, its contents scattered into semi-organised piles.
Not exactly a beaut is she? {he said motioning to the car} She's a junker, got her fer aboot toofefty quid. S'no bad price really. Had 'te take the decent doors off 'er tho, replace em fer shitter ones after I heard where we're off te.
He motions off to some white doors on the far side of the work area and back to the mismatching coloured ones, noting the rusted panels.
Wi' two 'jocks and a cockney on board, we dunnae want te be drawing too much attention in durka-durka land now do we? {he chuckles heartily, taking a big swig of tea.}
Soo lads, what's the plan?

[Scawire]

Mantis smiles and Dunk doing his grease monkey thing. Well it is good that you found something to pass the time I was starting to get stir crazy these last two days. Mantis is greatful that he was out of running in such a great place or the last two days would have started alot sooner and been alot more intense. Well as I see it Dunk we need to look over the area we are going to try and sneak around in, figure out what we should do to help blend in. That how I see this going today later we will find the target site then hit the place.

[Lumen]

As they approach the old junker Knives lets out  low whistle, "For fuck's sake Dunk... I aven't seen a rutting heap of rubbish like that in ages... Should be perfect!"  He perks an eyebrow at Mantis, "Well it won't be that quick.  We need to take our time on this one, we'll go in get a look around an find the target.  Day after next we got a meet for some equipment by then we need to know what we're up against so we can stock up proper.  Gotta keep our heads down on this one lads, no fuck ups."

[Sillasion]

Syberix lets out a sigh with a partial grimace on her face looking at Deet and listening to him.
*At least I have survived... and Deet has...*
"A lot riding on me? Hell, You and I kinda got the bad ride." she lets out a half hearted laugh, " I wasn't planning on it though, Deet... best not to after you Frak up a job like that. Not much I could do though... At least you should still be well received..."
She pauses and looks down at his leg, "Well... uh... Do you want me to go get that Doc? I mean he doesn't know me... and Alpha might be there.. Doesn't look much like you'll be going anywhere, and I kinda got hop again tomorrow..."

[Scawire]

Looking over the car Mantis figures it should be able to blend into the slums. We should take a quick look over the slums just to get an idea about the area then head back here for some rest. Mantis decides to gun a smoke as he waits for them to leave for the slums.