[Celtibero]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

The ork stood frozen, the door slightly ajar and the tenous light crashing down into the staircase.

Do we still have a deal? the man spoke out, as if his confidence had been drained out of him

A roadmaster comes cruising down the back of the building, inside, its occupants glare at the scene

Turning the corner a harsh voice shouts What the frag is going on here?? a staircase?!? the ork ganger looking in the direction of the trio and at the roadmaster arriving.

[Triskavanski]

"News flash!" he says back, this time in an eerily too close to The Barron's voice "I'm a mage! Look at me in my mage clothings standing here using my wand to stroke my ego!" Changing back to his normal voice. "Thats what you sound like. You arrogant self-righteous dreck for brains mage unich! Since have no role here, YOU deal with them he says going back to the truck now to get inside before the rest of the orcs come out.

[JackVII]

[ 2315 | Rear of Novelty Hills Sleep & Eat | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

"Considering I'm not the one running around with ironic outdated accouterments, I think your criticism maybe projection. Anyways, try not to soak the inside of the truck with your salty tears." the Baron shot back. He figured the two witnesses must be wondering what the Hell is going on about now.

Turning to the sexual predator, he responded, "No deal with me, but I know that guy will tear off his flamboyant shirt for 50 nuyen if you pretend that he's a pirate." Looking at the ork woman, he finished, "Lady, there are some nights when being in the Barrens sucks. This is one of them... you might want to find somewhere else to be, really quickly."

Watching the gangers approach, Baron Mojo opened a line to Moto.

<<@Moto [BaronMojo] If you can get a bead on any of the hostiles, it would be helpful.>>

[Triskavanski]

"Shows just how much a dirt monger like yourself knows about high fashion. Granted its been a while since I've purchased some new clothing from Vashon Island." John quips back.

[Celtibero]

the night freezes over, time stands still, the incoming ork left hand to his face, right hand to the jacket.

ANY OF YOU FRAGGIN PRICKS MOVE AND I AM GONNA EXECUTE EVERY MOTHERFRAGGIN LAST ONE OF YOU!

[martinchaen]

As Baron Mojo's message translated into thought, Moto watched the Ork ganger round the corner of the building through the scope of the Crockett EBR mounted on Alpha-1, it's high-end optics feeling like an extension of his own natural sight. Despite the distance, he could clearly see the street tough's lips move as he shouted something in the direction of the Captain and Baron Mojo, and when the gangers arm went towards his jacket Moto instantly hit the virtual trigger of his silenced, high-powered rifle.

From his vantage point high above the city streets and in large part due to the advanced stabilization features of his drone mounted weapon, the dwarf rigger watched as three large caliber armor piercing rounds as they struck home in the Orks head, penetrating through his thick skull as if it was nothing, and then carving their way straight through his body and into the concrete below. The shock wave alone likely pulverized his brain tissue, and the kinetic energy of the rounds themselves would probably have cracked apart his spine before the unfortunate soul even knew what hit him. It was a quick death, and hopefully completely painless, the way Moto preferred it when violence was called for.

With a short message to the team stating simply that the target had been neutralized and for everyone to embark ASAP, Moto proceeded to survey the scene calmly. Confident that the silencer on his weapon had muffled the shots sufficiently and despite knowing that the foes outside the main entrance were likely only armed with heavy pistols unable to threaten his inorganic shell, Moto took no chances as usual and relocated his drone to a position directly above the Ares Roadmaster, out of view from the orks up front but with a view of both the secondary entrance, the body of the ork ganger he'd just executed, and the alley the Roadmaster was currently occupying.

He then prepared to jump into Alpha-2 to provide covering fire for the retreating team members, trusting Baron Mojo and Captain Cormac to keep Johnny Juju safe while making their way to his vehicle.

[Vandarl]

With a slightly stifles groan, Bobby slides out of the virtual back into the slightly less bright world of the AR.  Straightening back up in his seat he pops the quick release on his seat belt and gets ready to support and help anyone needing help back into the van.
"All right gents, less chatter, more moving the drek to the van. Work out you differences a little less publicly."
Making sure he can see the approach the others will have to make to the van, he starts scanning and pulling up a map of the surrounding area. Then he sets a scan for KE alerts on the off chance they have been made.
"Moto, I recommend following the same type of evasion route you used on the last job, though with fewer J turns and tire squeeling unless pursuit becomes obvious. As soon as these chumers are aboard get us moving."
Just once, I would like to work with professionals. Maybe that Buddhist guy was right and I was an ass in another life!

[Celtibero]

The ork was cut short on his little tirade, his feet plucked from off the ground and dust and ceramic particles flying from the front of his jacket. flying nealy one meter the ork stood on the ground twitching for a couple of nanoseconds.

Johnny inside the cringing elevator only ears what appears to be someone shouting something indistinctly followed by a loud shrill scream.

OH MY GOD! THE ONES THAT KILLED OXY shouted the ork female figure at the door, the shabby man on long coat just stood there, transfixed by the ork ganger flight.

[Triskavanski]

Clearly Barron, you and the crazy trigger gappy lunitic areby far the masters of subilitiy John remarked, continuing to walj towards the van, to get inside.

[JackVII]

[ 2315 | Rear of Novelty Hills Sleep & Eat | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

Ignoring the devastated body on the ground, Baron Mojo focused his gaze on the ork hooker and quickly cast a spell to control her thoughts. You want to shut up and take this nice gentlemen off to an alley for a good time... the mage thought, as his spell forced his thoughts into the prostitute's mind.

Turning to the shell-shocked deviant, he said, "Consider her an early birthday present, you can do what you want with her, she'll be happy to oblige. Just get out of here."

With that, the mage waited for Johnny to makes his exit. He wasn't going to leave the man behind. After all, he had their payday.

[Celtibero]

Slowly shutting her trap hole and looking at the sodomite the ork hooker takes a careful step forward, her hand outstretched towards the long haired sodomite So, are you coming with me for some fun or not huny? her voice just a little bit slurred in an almost unperceptible level.

The man shocked, his jaw slacked turns his eyes to the Baron and then to the hooker, his eyes looking around, a stunned look on his face I...I.. I DON´T WANNA DIE! curling into a fetal position the man starts shivering on the floor, his body control gone as a pool of urine starts forming on his feet.

As the noisy elevator apparatus stops and Johnny opens the door, quickly stepping up, a voice sounds from the other corner of the building on the ground floor, 2 orks notice Johnny exiting the elevator, too surprised to act they are only able to utter a few shouts of "Stop where you are" and "WHAT THE FRAGG IS GOING ON?" before Johnny steps out into the staircase, Passing a man curling on the top of the stairs and smelling of freshly "milked" urine, Dana and the Baron, Johnny mutters a simple "You moving?" before running down the steps towards the roadmaster.

On Moto displays, the video information regarding the other participants is pretty clear,, the orks in front of the building are alert, their ears set on the noises coming from the back, their demeanour suggesting they are waking up from a stupor , the orks near the cage inside the building where the ones shouting at Johnny's passage, the ones near the elevator on the ground floor looking dumbly up into the catwalk.

[martinchaen]

After scanning the sensor inputs from his drones, Moto's droid-like persona launched itself with a swan dive from the safety of Alpha-1's armored shell, now in position above the Ares Roadmaster, into the digital pathways pulsing brightly back and forth between his control rig and his vehicles. In an instant, he was transported into Alpha-2, still holding above the secondary entrance with sensors firmly locked onto the vagrant who was curled up and quivering on the ground.

The Orks up front were stirring, but according to the trid feed from Romeo-1 it seemed Johnny had managed to get himself out of the building and was hot on the heels of the Captain, which just left Baron Mojo.

Moto made a quick adjustment to Alpha-2's sensor lock, effectively breaking it to allow for other engagements in case the gangers decided to move towards the back. He then prepared several brief messages, his thoughts turning into voice and text as appropriate.

//Send voice message to Baron Mojo, Captain Cormac, Count Zorro, Johnny Juju
//"Incoming. Mount up, people, on the move in 3 seconds. Count Zorro; hard copy on last."

//Send command to Alpha-1
//"Maintain position and fire single rounds at any visibly armed target approaching Omega-1s position until further notice; target nearest vehicle has high priority."

[Triskavanski]

John continues walking his way towards wagon, opening the door and pulling an empty brown bottle from his bag. Casually turning around to look towards the door, watching the rest of his crew leaving.

[Bewilderbeast]

Johnny clutched his Ceska Black Scorpion close to his body as he charged toward Moto's Roadmaster. He could still feel his tethered demon waiting in depths of the Astral, too, ready to be summoned at a moment's notice. The elf couldn't help but grimace as he passed by the rather grisly corpse of the ork ganger Moto pre-emptively took out. Moto's a bit trigger happy. More professional than I'm used to dealing with, but trigger happy. I'll have to watch out for that. Johnny put his head down and continued running, trying not to think about the dead ork. Hopefully these other gangers will stay out of it and nobody else has to die today.

[Celtibero]

With everyone safe inside and out of harms way Moto quickly backed away from the inn, the tires screeching softly as Dana is released from the invisibles strands puppeteering her actions, the orks in the front of the building moving their way towards the back or waiting for the elevator.

Quickly driving between the alleys filled with garbage and other metahuman detritus, Moto finally reaches the main thoroughfare, checking the AR feeds there seems to be no incoming pursuit.

Johnny feels the two commlinks in his pocket, the valuable piece of merchandise supposedly in his possession.