[Bewilderbeast]

Gulping down the last few dregs of his synthbeer, Juju leaned against the bar and scanned the crowd again. It was getting closer and closer for the time of the meet. Eventually, he noticed the Korean in the red coat waving him over with a couple of fingers. Flashing an amiable grin, Johnny straightened the lapel of his own lined coat and made his way over to the Johnson's table.

As the other runners gathered, Johnny gave the obvious trid projection a confused once-over as well. He chuckled at the rigger's explanation, shaking his head despite himself. Pretty clever, if a little bit paranoid.

Johnny took a seat opposite the Korean and steepled his fingers, a confident but attentive smile playing on his lips. "I'm ready whenever you are, Mr. Johnson."

[Celtibero]

Looking at the android the Mr. Johnson sniggers If i wanted a trideo conference i would have setup a commlink one.

I am... Mr. Johnson as you might have figured has he says his piece a strung-out ork barmaid, half comatose from the derms of bliss on her arms, comes over to the table Watcha havin hunys? she says in a slurred voice.

Nursing the seven-seven in front of him Mr. Johnson just replies i'm fine with a look of distaste on his face.

[JackVII]

[ 2150 | The Banshee Bar | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

The ork bouncers frisked Baron Mojo half-heartedly. He found the mundie groping distasteful, but knew he had to put up with it if he was going to get in to find out about the job for which Hex had recommended him. At the completion of their fumbling, they allowed him to enter with a snort, apparently figuring someone who didn't bother coming to the bar armed was little to no threat.

Eyeing the pack of ghouls as he entered, the mage slipped over to the bar, finding a suitable spot to observe the crowd but being just far enough away from the bartender to avoid notice. While the ghouls were the most interesting thing in the Banshee, they may not have been the most dangerous. The group of likely gangers shooting pool and drinking their weight in liquor were the most potentially dangerous, simply due to their unpredictability. Fortunately, they also were tightly gathered. One ball of lightning in the middle of the pool table, that's all it would take...

As he scanned the crowd he caught sight of a semi-familiar face. Bad Johnny Juju, what's he doing here? He'd have to check in with him after his meeting was done. Interesting rumors surrounding that one. Continuing his scan of the crowd, he noticed an Asian man beckoning him. Figuring that was either Johnson or a highly misinformed chip dealer, Baron Mojo rose and walked over to the booth.

Grabbing one of the available seats, he checked out the rest of the men sitting around the table. Surprisingly, Bad Johnny Juju had joined him at the table. He hadn't done many runs with more than one Awakened member, but was pleased with the turn of events. He was accustomed to being surrounded by mundies. He turned his attention to the next attendee, a madman dressed like a pirate. Disregarding him as a personafix chiphead liability, he examined the next man. Generally average looking in all ways, the man could be anything. Assuming the team was complete, Baron Mojo nearly missed the new addition, a drone. What the frag is this? Listening to the drone's explanation, the mage shook his head in displeasure.

Having checked out the crew with his physical senses, he turned his senses to the Astral to see what there was to see about the people around him. Rolling his eyes, he reached out and waved his hand through the image of the drone, the absence of any aura or shadow giving the drone away as a trid projection immediately. Glancing around the table, he assensed each of the men.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson. Let's get down to biz." Baron Mojo didn't have time for pleasantries and turned down the waitress as well with a dismissive shake of his head.

[Vandarl]

After dealing with the bouncers and the bartender on his way into the Banshee, the image projected by the Johnson, bad come-over and all, was just what he expected. Making his way over to the table he took a seat, taking the opportunity to scan the bar crowd on the way. As the FlySpy arrives and the trid projector lights up it is all Bobby can do smother a laugh. Sending a quick reply to the message flashing for his attention he tosses a two finger salute to the FlySpy
//Text: TO: MOTO
SUBJECTt: Banshee
BODY: Well, looks like we are in this together. Good to 'see' you.

Looking over at the waitress he decides discretion is the better part of valor in a dive like this. "Thanks, just a warm up on the soycaff."

Returning his attention to the Johnson in all his 'Asian gangster' glory he gave a small nod at the projection and a wave of his hand that sweeps over the table to point at the image. "I have worked with Moto a few times before. He has to get to know you before he feels comfortable visiting in the meat. He is quite professional though. So, how can we be of assistance today?

[Bewilderbeast]

Johnny Juju smiled politely at the drugged up waitress and lifted his synthbeer bottle, empty save for some foamy dregs at the bottom. "All set, thanks." He'd already had one, and it wouldn't do any good to get buzzed in front of the Johnson.

Using the ork barmaid's approach as a bit of a distraction, Johnny let his perception slip into the astral for a moment, giving himself a few crucial moments to study the Johnson's aura. He didn't get more than a brief glimpse, but there's no telling what sort of information can be useful in negotiations.

[martinchaen]

Moto carefully examined the Matrix for hidden icons in the immediate vicinity while Mr. Johnson introduced himself. Much to his surprise, he found that some members of his new team weren't even running silent; he noted down their commlink models and commcodes before looking at the hidden icons in more detail and making a note of the additional information he found.

Once the team members had finished their pleasantries, Moto took a harder look at the Matrix iconography to make sure he hadn't missed anything, before taking a closer look at Mr. Johnson, noting down what kind of gear he was using, which grid he was on, if he was running any enhanced security, and so on.

He then sent a reply to Count Zorro.
//Compose message to Count Zorro
//"FYI, have heavy firepower outside if needed; Banshee has rough reputation, am ready to provide extraction on moments notice, black Ares Roadmaster with red detailing parked across street."
//Send message

With that done, he prepared a message for the entire team and sent it off.
//Compose message to Count Zorro, Baron Mojo, Bad Johnny Juju, Lucky Dog Cormac
//"All, this is Moto; I'll be your eye in the sky and wheels on the ground. Heavy firepower available on request, transport and/or extraction via black Ares Roadmaster with red detailing parked across street. Also, advise all members to switch electronics to silent when in Barrens. Moto out."
//Send message, time delay 5 minutes

[Celtibero]

As the barmaid walks from and to the table with your drink, amazingly avoiding all the random traffic of the patrons mingling, cursing, shouting, heads bashing or just standing on the way, the silence at the tabble is at odds with the commotion in the Banshee.

Both Baron Mojo and Ju-ju, shifting their attention into the astral realm, the colours of the living persons flashing in front of their eyes, look intently towards Mr. Johnson, who is clearly mundane, his aura clearly indicating that his health is good and that he seems preoccupied with something. His cyberware is pretty limited to the obvious jack in his temple.

Sweeping his arm to check for the obvious hardware that might have been carried into the establishment, "Bobby" quickly notices that there is some weaponry "floating" around, at the table, as Mr. Johnson is obviously packing heat as well as in the vicinity of the table albeit mostly small arms.

As Moto scans the matrix in order to establish the proper addresses for the obvious 'links floating around, he does notice that the Jonhson icon shows your general run of the mill matrix icon for his link, obviously to Moto a high end Fairlight Caliban from the information displayed in his field of vision, the files inside it showing clearly no signs of having been tampered with databombs of any sort. The NeoNET grid sign fairly obvious on the 'link reading "NeoNet, we make the dots conNET" clearly advertising his global grid connection and the pun obviously tasteless.

Mr. Johnson slight shifts in his seat while the barmaid returns with the soykaf that she unceremoniously drops on the table before taking the return route among the chaos on the floor. Taking out a silver cigarette case and gently opening it to fish out a old fashioned cigar which he lights with a oldfashioned disposable lighter, Mr Johnson looks at the groups while inhaling briefly.

Now that we are done with the pleasantries and with the evaluating each other he says in a low voice, the smoke trickling from his nostrils this is a simple piece of work that i'm sure is well within your capabilities, your contacts assured me so. The only catch is that it has to be done in a very short timeframe. I need an item retrieved from a nearby business and brought back here. Security should be minimal, with no need for overt violence. although I'll be honest He smiles less than charmingly, his yellow stained fingers holding the cigar emphasising the remark I really don't care at all what you do to get it. The pay is 7,500 for each of you, if you wish to split it differently its your business, if any of you does not want to accept, the others are not getting the extra cut to split among them. If you agree, I'll tell you where you're going and what you're looking for.

[JackVII]

[ 2205 | The Banshee Bar | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

Baron Mojo contemplated Johnson's offer silently. Not liking the sound of this... he thought to himself. Sounds like how that last run started, but at least that one would have paid better. Too bad Slick Rick isn't here. Given the short time frame, the team wouldn't have the opportunity to do much legwork or secure gear that would make their jobs easier. That. at the very least, should raise the stakes. He looked around the table to see if someone else would open the negotiations. He had never been good with dealing with people, especially mundanes.

[martinchaen]

Pleased with the results of his efforts to get a baseline for the prospective team's Matrix capabilities and his survey of Mr. Johnson's gear, Moto directed his attention to the area surrounding the Banshee once more. He was concerned with the rough crowd inside the bar, so he jumped out of the Fly-Spy inside the premises and into the Roto-Drone in the back of his Roadmaster. After running a quick diagnostics on the mounted weapon and having toggled the wireless features of the weapon off, he made sure that no one was looking his way and then launched the drone out of the vehicle to an altitude of around 300 meters. He took a quick look around to make sure no one was approaching his vehicle, and that no one was engaging in any obvious conflict beyond what was normal for the Barrens.

If anything were to break out at the bar he'd be firing somewhat blind, but at least he could put a few high-caliber armor-piercing rounds from the silenced sniper rifle through the roof of the building at targets inside using his drone on the inside as a spotter. Not ideal, but it'd have to do; at least whoever was on the receiving end would never see or hear the rounds coming.

"I don't like the look of those ghouls; shifty drekkin' buggers, the lot of 'em" he thought to himself, the rotor blades of his drone whirring overhead felt like wind blowing through his hair. Adjusting the image feed from his Fly-Spy inside the bar over his VR enhanced senses, he began marking the relevant positions of the ghouls in his view. With each ghoul marked, he then began marking the more aggressive patrons, ending up with a baker's dozen potential targets.

Satisfied that he had prepared for the worst, he then replayed the last seconds of the Johnson's little speech. "Snatch-and-grab, huh? 7500 nuyen would cover rent for a month, so unless we're grabbing some corp exec's daughter out of an Arcology, it should be easy money....

While pondering what they might be asked to go after, he sent a quick message to the team:
//Compose message to Bad Johnny Juju, Baron Mojo, Count Zorro, Lucky Dog Cormac
//"Moto is in, but advise negotiation for higher pay if we're going to have to have to accept job blind and with a short timetable. Target could be anything; Madam at bunraku parlor, corp exec's favourite pet, exotic animal at the Zoo. Oh, and watch out for other patrons; rough crowd. If anything happens, proceed with haste to exit and waiting Ares Roadmaster, and Moto will bring rain"
//Send message
Finishing off the message with an emoticon sculpted like a smiling Manservant-3, he sent it off.

[Triskavanski]

"Well of course we agree!" Says the Pirate Captian heartily, probally jumping the gun. Not that what says has any real bearing on weather the others agree or not, but he's a rather jump the gun sort of guy after all.  "After all, Work in any measure leads to treasure leads to pleasure, and I'm quite fond of pleasure." he leans back in his chair, looking to waitress. "I'll take a bottle of Black Stout" Then turning back to the Johnson, "So, what is it you want us to get?"

Meanwhile he continues to have his dufflebag sitting next to him, as he kicks up his feet onto the table.

[Bewilderbeast]

Bad Johnny Juju shot the guy dressed like a pirate an acidic look that communicated the message "speak for yourself" more succinctly than a million slaps upside the head ever could. Trying to regain control of the negotiations, he addressed Mr. Johnson directly. "Pertinent question: how short a time frame are we talking here?"

Before really giving the Johnson time to fully answer, Johnny leaned back in his chair thoughtfully and continued. "And yeah, like you say, definitely doable considering the talent you have gathered at this table. Between myself and my acquaintance here," Johnny jerked a thumb at Baron Mojo, "you have enough Awakened talent at this table to level a city block. Not... not that we're gonna do that. But you know. You've also got some serious hardware and Matrix security," he continued, gesturing at Moto's trid projection, which flickered almost as if on cue. "And also..." Johnny coughed into a clenched fist before finishing. "Also a pirate."

"So yeah, we can do the job, Mr. Johnson." Johnny Juju tapped his index finger against the table to emphasize his point, careful to make sure his voice portrayed confidence instead of arrogance. "The question is will men of our considerable talents rent them out for 7,500 a pop? You get me?" The entire time, Johnny managed to keep an easy, amiable smile on his lips. He wasn't rude or abrasive; just pointed. His argument was simple; they had the skills to do the job, but 7,500 wasn't going to cover their "hourly rate."

[Triskavanski]

"Ah, Captain." He says raising his pointer finger, completely ignoring the acidic look. "Captain Lucky Dog." He shrugs a little, nodding. It was true, 7500 was a bit cheap, though the Dog was going to take his fee out in additional ways. Considering the situation though, taking some time to negotiate wasn't too bad of an idea. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully at that idea.  Of course, this wasn't going to stop the Dog from taking what he could as well. "As my estimated associate has pointed out, you've got all of us here. And I'm no pirate, but a Captain. So even if you are a ninja, you can no doubt understand the situation we have going on here? It would be a disgrace against my very code of honor to simply accept such a nominal price for a man of my talents, as no doubt the others would agree."

[JackVII]

[ 2208 | The Banshee Bar | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

Baron Mojo literally stared at Captain John. The man was clearly Awakened, but clearly mad. Could he be possessed? Nothing in his aura indicated anything of the sort, but... One way or the other, it was going to be interesting working with the loon. The mage's commlink dinged with a message, but he ignored it for now.

Shaking his head, Baron Mojo broke his silence. "I'm not fond of short-suspense jobs. I've seen them go south fast... not enough time to gather the necessary information that keeps your hoop out of a sling. Taking on a job like this for 7500, despite your assurances, isn't worth it. Even if I did get the chance to level a city block."

[Celtibero]

Looking composed the Johnson looks at every one of you intently while nodding at the obvious reservations about the idea of a short timeframe, at the word "ninja" he noticeably tenses a little, his eyes looking sideways at John Cormac, the composure is quickly regained while he ears the rest of your piece.

I understand your reservations He says mildly while tipping the ash onto the floor, the look of displeasure flashing briefly in face of the lack of an ashtray I am willing to raise the offer slightly to eight thousand per head, no more. the security is clearly lax and time is of the essence, thus such a big offer for so small effort.

Ju-Ju quickly grasps that Mr. Johnson believes what he is saying, there seems to be no hidden "devices" on this job from what he could harness of mr. Johnson intentions.

Taking another lungful of smoke and exhaling quietly the Johnson stares at John Cormac, the less than friendly smile showing himself for just a brief faction of a second. Ninjas come from Japan, babo. taking a small sip from his seven-seven he continues and when i mean shortly i mean tonight, do we have an agreement?

[Triskavanski]

"Well, we're not in Japan." John reminds the Johnson. "In anycase, I think that settles everything. Am I right Crew? Oh right, introductions, they're fairly important for a crew being made, aren't they? I'll be your Captain for this cruise, so everything you need you refer to me. Or do your own thing. Works out in the past, I'm not one of those finicky captains, always sniffing up behind you. Never did like them. Captain Lucky Dog. Thats not my real name of course, A bit of discretion after all." The pirate taps his nose, glancing to the rest of the 'crew'. He honestly didn't expect any of them to follow him like he really was their leader, not yet at least. "Tonight though, I love tonight. Such a great night after all, cause its right now. So the only questions are were and what?"