[avpbott]

"Ill tag along, figure might as well." {why was that strange feeling coming back to ron} {and why do i keep getting this feeling that im being watched.....by something other than my comrads....}

[fourclover]

"Well, Gray, how cozy do you want to get with me and another stranger? I am picking up the hacker, and, as you can see," he points to his bike, "there is no side car. You could ride behind me on the way there, but I do not know how big this other guy will be, so getting back may be difficult. Hackers are often small, but not always." With a shit-eating grin, he says, "Want to ride on my horns on the way back?"

The bike is huge, obviously modded for a metahuman his size. It's a style of Harley that you see a lot of go-gangers and some trid stars riding. As he waits for a response from Gray, Bullpen starts the engine and commands the license plate to morph its numbers. No tiene sentido mantener los mismos números que van y vienen de este lugar. (No sense keeping the same numbers coming and going from this place.)

[Windmill Hunter]

Gray chuckled at Bullpen's 'offer', his masked voice making it sound like a stalling engine."I think I'll pass, Bullpen. If there's no other way, I'll dust off my stiff upper lip and take the spirit option, though if I do end up a stain on some concrete I'm coming back to haunt you." He waited until Bullpen had finished fiddling with his bike, and clambered onto the harley behind Bullpen.

[fourclover]

"Sounds fair to me." Bullpen heads to the harbor, using the auto-pilot on his bike and staying at the speed limit.

[Marlowe]

The docks on Bainbridge Island are eerily quiet.  Combined with fog rolling in off the Sound and the distant foghorns of water traffic on the water, you get the feeling you're stepping into a horror movie.

For late night travelers there's a 24 hour water taxi service that has its own building shedding a pool of harsh white light into the fog, obscuring most of the surrounding area for anyone dependent on natural light.  A small sitting area exists for those waiting for someone to come pick them up, walled in glass with hard plastic chairs for customers monitored by a smart system that allows the taxi service to keep people on its more valuable boats in the middle of the night.

[MaxKojote]

Fang himself was seated in the glass-walled area sitting area on one of the chairs, browsing a couple of pages in AR. His hands were in the air needlessly as he operated his matrix persona, moving pages around, recording information and so on. He wasn't really watching the newcomers for a minotaur in particular, recalling what one of his team had informed him; with how quiet it was, watching specifically was mostly unneeded. His ears were perked for the sound of any arriving vehicles.

At least it wasn't crowded and noisy. He welcomed the quiet of the late hour, as eerie as it was. Nevertheless, he hoped his teammate arrived soon; he was starting to get somewhat nervous at the wait.

[Nobody]

Before I let the Mindnet fade back into raw mana, I sent to Iris, "Thank you. Would magical radar aid your task?"

Assuming yes: [UWB] Cryptesthesia Force 7: 5 hits; Drain vs 5S: 5 hits

[Windmill Hunter]

When they finally got  to the docks, Gray waited until the bike hlted and hopped off, he turned to Bullpen and said "I'll go get the hacker, you keep an eye out for anyone who's trying to get a jump on us in this fog" With that, Gray engaged the thermographic option in his glasses and strolled into the fog, until he was only a faint silhouette in the gloom.

Gray stepped into the pool of light surrounding the water taxi stand, looking over his glasses at their new hacker; and his eyebrows raised momentarily when he saw just how SURGEd Fang was. He quickly recomposed himself and went up to rap on the glass wall with his walking stick."Time to get going Fang, I'm Gray, I just slipped into something more comfortable before coming down."

[MaxKojote]

Fang blinked in surprise as Gray came into view. He closed a couple of the AR windows he had open to take in the other 'runner more clearly and stood up. I didn't think we had a shapeshifter... Or perhaps he used that masking  thing they were discussing before? The changeling exited the glassed in area to join Gray outside, stopping  himself from memorising the other's scent. They said it disguises scents... No point in remembering this one.

However the oddity continued when he did speak, but his mouth did not move. The voice came from a commlink somewhere on his person. "A pleasure, Gray. Shall we get back to base?" His ears moved around slightly, capturing other sounds from the harbour as well as Gray's voice.  "I would like to set up the network quickly before we head to Fenris Nacht."

[fourclover]

After Bullpen parks the bike, he stands next to it and looks around to see if anyone else is in the area, though he isn't sure how much he can actually see in this fog.

Perception: 2 hits out of 6, with a glitch

He spits tobacco juice into the water and keeps chewing as he watches Fang and Gray. Supongo que todo el mundo en las sombras sólo tiene un nombre...incluyéndome a mí (I guess everyone in the Shadows only has one name...including me). He chuckles.

[Marlowe]

Bullpen - Perception

The fog is obscuring the area but you're not fooled - someone has a recon drone lurking on the outer edges of the parking lot, watching all of you.

[fourclover]

Bullpen slowly takes out the Jupiter club and then remembers Invictus had given him some sort of Radar power. He's not sure how the power is supposed to work, so he narrows his eyes at the recon drone, points the club in its direction, and tries to extend his mind to ping it. ¿Qué tan grande es esta cosa? (How big is this thing?).

An outside observer might think he's trying to move something with the Force by the look of concentration on his face, but he hasn't even seen those classic movies.

[Windmill Hunter]

Gray saw Bullpen gesticulating through the fog and ingrained instinct took over, he quickly moved to put the glass walls between him and whatever Bullpen had seen."Get down" he hissed at Fang."We've got some unexpected company, now you've got better eyes and you don't look like you can take a shot well, so I'm going to drop an invisibility spell on you. Try and get a look at what it is, if it's dangerous, run like hell, the 'taur and me can probably deal with it as long as we don't have to worry keeping you free from holes."

Gray pulled on the mana surrounding them, sucking it in in great wracking gulps until  he knew he could take in no more without harming himself. He wove the mana together into a thick shroud inside him, his eyes closed and faint, mumbled incantations issuing from his mouth. With a quick gesture he wrapped the spell around Fang, grimacing momentarily at the flash of pain behind his eyes as the spell left him.

Physical Invisibility force 5:10d6(5)-6 hits
Drain DV3 10d6(5)-2 hits

[MaxKojote]

Fang had immediately ducked down as soon as he heard the command to do so. He nodded as Gray instructed him to investigate and, if needed, flee. "If need be I can try to... Discourage its current behaviour." He informed the older male before the Invisibility spell wrapped around him. Hesitantly, he stood upright and moved carefully out of cover, peering into the fog to see what got their team member worked up.

Perception test on what Bullpen is reacting to: Intuition (5) + Perception (4) + Vision Enhancement (3) + Actively Looking (3) (15d6.hits(5)=8)

I see everything forever. -Forever-.

[RHat]

Before I let the Mindnet fade back into raw mana, I sent to Iris, "Thank you. Would magical radar aid your task?"

"In time, maybe - but for the moment, it's best not to go into this sort of thing calling attention to yourself.  Better to keep the magic to a minimum until I know what the astral situation looks like.  Word of advice, though - be careful with that whole portable domain spell of yours; it would be very dangerous to use that in the wrong place.  Someone might decide you're messing with their territory, which wouldn't be taken kindly to..."