[Gustovness]

Leroy could smell the wacky-tabacky the man was smoking.  He was almost sure Jade picked up on it too.  People in her line of work were often exposed to illicit substances like those.  Being that he was probably chilled out because of it, Leroy thought that the man might be more open to an indirect and friendly approach.  Maybe a nudge towards a different subject might make him lose his short train of thought (and interest) in Matt and Joel.

"We asked Dean if we could hang out out here."

Leroy flashed his own carton of cancer sticks to the man.

"I charge a heavy surcharge if I can't smoke while on guard duty."

Leroy flashed a friendly smile at the man.

"I'm sure you can relate!"

He shifted his posture to convey relaxation.

"God I can't wait til' these guys are done with their shit.  I need a beer. "

He asked Jade aloud so the man could hear him clearly, "Hey, sis, you find out where we're goin' after we punch out?  Somewhere around here, maybe?"

Leroy hoped the man's interest would change to talking about local bars now instead of their op.

Ugh, Invisible Castle is down again... Ren, if you need me to roll a knowledge test for bars or whatever let me know and I'll try back tomorrow afternoon.  Otherwise you can feel free to roll yourself to keep the story moving forward.

[farothel]

"I don't know," Jade said inthe same way, "I assume there will be a bar here somewhere.  A docks area without a bar is like a docks area without water."

[MaxKojote]

Joel allowed himself to float back to his body, feeling he wouldn't get any other information from astrally projecting himself there. He knew the number, that they were fairly average, and one appeared to be  tied up.

He opened his eyes, back in his body, gasping slightly as normal sensation returned. He was about to start his report when he noticed that the team had  guests in the alley, and promptly cut himself off before doing so. He instead simply stood up, moving around to get the stiffness out of his joints.

[Ren]

--Miko and Leroy
[spoiler=vs. Etiquette]CHA(3) + Perception(2) - Distracted(1) - Intoxicated(1) (3d6.hits(5)=2)[/spoiler]
"Yeah, girl, that sounds like shit. I'd hate to work for guys like'em." When Leroy joined in the conversation, he seemed to be surprised, as if really noticing him for the first time. His eyes focused, a vague smile appearing. "Hear, hear, a good smoke helps you get fulfillment." Suddenly, his eyes focused more, and widened at the sight of the shotgun. "Geez, you loaded for bear, i see. Who the frag are these guys, that they need this kinda protection?" Both of you could sense suspicion seeping into the guy, like he was trying to reassess the situation.

[Gustovness]

A bucket full of adrenaline washed through Leroy's veins.  He was suddenly in a primal fight or flight state that never came even close to what he felt in any fire he'd ever been in.  There was something more exciting about working with a killing tool in your hands than a foam extinguisher.

Leroy put on one of the mean faces he had been practicing in the mirror . . .

Gotta look GANGSTA . . .

. . . tightened his grip on his firearm and let Jade take the lead, lest his excitement get the better of him.

[Csjarrat]

<<To:Team>>//Still got a bit of activity up here guys, how we looking down there? We still drawing some *interest*? Joel, you get anything interesting?//

[farothel]

"Yes, we are," She subvocalised to Matt
"That, neighbour, is none of your business," Jade said to the guy, putting herself between the two on the ground and the man.  Her pose looked relaxed, but anybody who had done some martial arts could see that she was ready to hit if needed.

[MaxKojote]

@Matt: "Plenty. I'll tell everyone about it later when we're in a more secure location." The stiffness worked out, Joel peered down the  alleyway to the discussion happening with Leroy and Jade. @Team: "Want me down there too guys? Or shall I stay here and try to be uninteresting?" Joel knew he needed to get a sim module for his commlink. He was a bit slow texting manually.

[Csjarrat]

<<to: Joel>>//Anything more I need to check out while I'm up here? I've got eyes on the building and a delivery/pickup is in progress right now.//

[MaxKojote]

@Matt: "Nothing comes to mind. I managed to get a look at each of the workers astrally. I admit though, this level of scouting isn't my specialty, you might be better off double-checking with one of the others. If there isn't anything else odd though, you may as well come back."

[Gustovness]

Leroy took a drag of his cancer stick and turned his back to the man, conveying a dismissive stance.  He was trying to show that he had no interest in escalating the situation, but he didn't want to look like a sucker doing it, so he gave the middle finger equivalent of "good bye".

[Ren]

--Miko, Leroy and Joel--
Although Miko was a troll, imposing size and all, the man didn’t show too strong a reaction to her move. ”No need to be snippy, girl, just tried to be friendly. Geez, one would think you’d appreciate the unusual friendliness. If you just wanted me to shut up, just would have to say so.” He finished his smoke with a few deep intakes then he went back to the shop. ”Have fun, Miss Surly,” he said as a goodbye.

--Matt--
Making a few more circles above, although not seeing more, the suppressed voices of the activity down there still reached the drone. The loading seemed to be efficient, with the gate open for as short a period as possible. After that, the driver disappeared for a few minutes in the building and was let out later at the personnel entrance. He walked to the car, got in, then drove away.
A sudden gust of wind reminded you that the storm was imminent. Landing would be increasingly difficult by the minute if you delayed it much longer.

[Csjarrat]

//Alright guys, delivery is complete. I think i've got about all I can get up here. Coming in to land shortly so get rid of our new chummer sharpish!//
Matt wheeled round, his ailerons straining against a tight banking turn into the wind. Lowering his landing flaps and extending his landing gear, Matt lines up his approach, feathering the throttle to stave off a stall and does his best to hit the tarmac down the centre of the alley

Landing test, VR drops threshold by 1
rea 7, pilot air 3, control rig 2 (12d6.hits(5)=5)

[Gustovness]

Leroy walked over to Joel.

"What do you think are the chances our payload is on that delivery truck?"

[Ren]

--Matt--
Landing was a piece of cake. You took even the most dangerous part, when you descended from open sky with moderate crosswind into alley with light upwind, with little difficulty. When you switched back to your own body, you felt that even the past 15 minutes made you stiff and cold. The damp smell of air supported your earlier experience from the atmospheric sensor, a rain was coming. You felt it would be better not to let it catch you outside.