//Wrong Old Man, Danny Boy, Brightman may be down in Denver but don't doubt he's watching us all, I'm sure you recall what he did to the Falconer when he started attracting attention. He really doesn't like security risks, especially now that some of the new guard have come sniffing arround. Remember the nest egg is his to dish out, and without it, you're stuck on a goverment pension and everything that implies, and I'm a week away from being hunted down like a dog, so lets not piss him off. The money should be with you directly// [wire 250 Nuyen]
He looked over to Ron and said "Well for our defence of the bunker I do have a little expertise in the area. Lets see, warding equipment, barrier foam, and few machine guns should form the basis of our defense, and whatever's spare, we use turning any access point into a deathtrap. Landmines, monowire, broken metal and glass for the floors, maybe gear up in chemsuits and gasmasks and fill the place with a cocktail of CS, nausea gas, breathtaker, possibly some neurostun if we feel that it isn't overkill. 10,000 may make this a little tight, so if anyine knows someone who can get us this sort of equipment on the cheap, now is the time to say so." He was already jotting up a price list in his head before he had finished speaking, and the numbers were already squeezing their expenses to the limit.