[Celtibero]

@Bewilderbeast

Johnny's guts tell him  that this middle aged ork hooker does in fact know Oxycode, most likely one of his girls in fact.

Well huny she says while she swishes her hips towards you If you wanna meet the man i could get paid for my time, standard fare is 150 NuYen, but since youre such a pretty face i'll lead you upstairs for just 100 she says while batting her fake eyelashes and flashing you a tusky grin

[Triskavanski]

John continues to sit inside the van, drinking from his bottle, staring at the wall. Even if he didn't have to do anything, the wait was starting to get to him, and he began really needing to do something.

[Bewilderbeast]

Johnny smiled at the hooker. "You got yourself a deal. Lead the way, miss, and I'll let you slot my stick." He just couldn't resist the pun, of course.

He added, subvocally to the rest of the team, <<Got an in.>>

[martinchaen]

Moto watched from his vantage point as Johnny schmoozed up the prostitute and made his way into the building; a fair entry point, he surmised, neatly bypassing the ork gangers he currently had his sights on. "Not having to kill a bunch of street scum should keep the cops away if nothing else. Speaking of killing...", he thought to himself as he ran through the possible scenarios in his mind.

//Compose message to Johnny Juju Baron Mojo, Count Zorro, Lucky Dog Cormac,
//"Johnny, advise extreme caution if bringing prostitute to subject's room; based on available information I estimate a 97.62% probability that she will cause a disturbance if allowed to see the body of our as-of-yet unidentified ork. Suggest getting rid of her before entering room if possible; subdual preferable, but if lethal action is necessary recommend making it look like she died along with the corpse in the room.
//Send message

[Vandarl]

"Everything is still green. No out of place chatter on ganger comms, so far. "

Bobby continued his matrix overwatch, running a quick scan of the group's gear for marks. And then taking advantage of the time Johnny was spending with the hooker to work his magic on the dwarf's commlink. Easy does it, a few more marks and I should have full control. Best to keep the Divine off our backs...GOD is such a buzzkill. 
Hacking away at the commlink with needle sharp dagger of his exploit program, and a few more glittering Z's were on the mark.

"No alarms, no change in comm chatter, no shift in positions of guards so far. Matrix secure."

[Triskavanski]

John stands up the best he could in there. "Alright, he has his in, I'm going to head towards the back. One of you matrix watchers, I'll do a thing so you can watch my commlink. If I get too close to someone else, tell me." he says getting up to fidget with his commlink now.

[JackVII]

[ 2300 | Moto's RoadMaster | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

[b}Baron Mojo[/b] remains silent. Closing his eyes, he reaches out to summon another minion, one more powerful than his previous attempts. Tearing open a rift in the astral, the mage reaches in when a thunderous voice booms out.

"YOU SHALL NOT HAVE ME, MORTAL!"

The astral rift seals itself as Baron Mojo is blasted back into his physical body. Wiping his now bloodshot eyes, the mage holds his head in his hands as he struggles to overcome the migraine that has taken up residency in his head.

"That didn't go well. Nevertheless, I'll join you at the rear of the building."

[Celtibero]

@Bewilderbeast

Pulling a small unit from inside her bra she points it in Johnny's direction here you go huny, insert it as much as you want... but is that all you want to insert? she gives you another tusky grin, her ample bosom bouncing from the movement. 100 NuYen poorer but with a way in Johnny moves after the hooker, the orks in front of the Sleep and Eat taking you for another costumer.

@Triskavanski

Your commlink ready and you move away from the van, moving in the direction that allows you access to the back of the building, you can see Johnny Juju up ahead being lead by the hand with a ork hooker, in front of the building complex remains the orks and the two remaining hookers, both of them looking jealously to the one that just left.

@Vandarl

Seemingly it was easier this time, the dwarf commlink fully hacked and almost at your beck and call, Bobby's mojo seems to have returned as you deftly add two more marks into the dwarf's 'link.

[Triskavanski]

John blinks for a moment, addressing Baron Mojo. "Do me a favor if your coming, and don't do that again." placing his face mask back on he gets out of the van with a hop, stretching out for a moment, and with a sigh, begins walking towards the back, attempting a way up.

//Message, Moto, Vandarl - On the third floor correct? he sends out, looking to see if there is a good climbing path up that way.

[martinchaen]

With the drone's sensor array firmly locked onto his target, Moto continually cycled through his other available feeds, alternating between Alpha-2 hovering high above the secondary entrance, Romeo-1 waiting for Johnny inside the hotel, Romeo-2 patrolling the perimeter, and the Ares Roadmaster.

He doublechecked that Romeo-1 was able to follow commands better than it's counterpart, then jumped into the Ares Roadmaster when he noticed him leaning forward somewhat heavily to put his head in his hands. He replayed the video feed from the back of the Roadmaster and pondered what had happened to the good Baron . "Subconjunctival hemorrhage of the superficial blood vessels of both sclera; I didn't see or hear him sneeze, cough, or take a blow to the head. Hypothesis; subject is mildly allergic to as-of-yet unknown substance in Seattle air, or was affected by some form of strain. Mojo gone wrong? Illness? Hmm, must keep watch", he thought to himself as Lucky Dog Cormac stepped out of the Roadmaster wearing that ridiculous mask. "How much attention does the man want to draw to himself, I wonder. Hopefully Baron Mojo can keep an eye on him, assuming he's OK. I will watch the watcher." Nodding to himself in the Matrix translated to an unintended  movement of the steering wheel. Slightly embarrassed at his loss of control, Moto jumped back into Alpha-1 and reconfirmed his target lock still held.

John's message came in loud and clear, just like the Captain in real life, and Moto shook his head once more. "I have a feeling I'll have to keep a close eye on this one..."

//Compose message to Baron Mojo, Count Zorro, Lucky Dog Cormac, Johnny Juju
//"Correct, Cormac; we're looking for room 312, remember, which would logically be on the 3rd floor. If you had watched the feeds I've been providing you with, you would know not only the exact location of the room we're after, but the full exterior and interior layout of the building and the current presence of any street toughs on the outside. Please do remain calm; we do not need a shoot out with random gang members when all we're here for is a commlink."
//Send message

[Bewilderbeast]

Johnny accepted the girl's commlink and slotted the credstick, transferring over 100 nuyen to her temporary storage. 100 nuyen was a lot of money for a guy like Bad Johnny Juju. This moron better not be dead... or he'd best have his commlink on his corpse if he is. Fraggin' need to get paid. Johnny nodded at the ork gangers guarding the entrance with an authentic, dopey, "I'm 'bout to get laid, chummer" grin as he entered Novelty Hills.

As he let the working girl lead him to where Oxycode supposedly was, he thumbed the scroll-wheel of his commlink to bring up an AR window and catch up on the team's chatter. The Count continued to be curt, but a consumate professional. Johnny couldn't help but blink in surprise when Moto casually suggested murdering the hooker. Alright, so it looks like Moto isn't going to betray us... but he appears to be a complete and utter sociopath. Noted.

As he continued to follow his guide into the depths of the seedy whorehouse's interior, Johnny spoke up. "By the way, sweetheart, what should I call you? My name's Bad Johnny Juju."

[Triskavanski]

John sighs, shaking his head as he begins climbing the stairs nearby up to the first floor of the building, stealthily.

Sneakroll up the stairs: 8d6t5 2
Audio based detection takes a -4 to their test to hear me at least.

[Celtibero]

@Bewilderbeast

As the cheap ass thing she call a commlink returns to her bag, she hands you her hand, again flashing you a grin. You can call me whatever you like huny, but if you insist call me Dana, Dana the maiden and she releases a high pitched laugh. as you near the entrance the bystanding orks hardly look at you, at your jibe you ear the sound of a few grunts and grumbles.

The dwarf inside hardly skipping a beat as you pass the cage, seeing you with the girl he turns his attention to whatever he may be doing on the other side of the glass enclosure.

We taking the elevator huny, and this place a charming she says in a sarcastic tone while leading you through the buiilding to the elevator on the other end, as you approach the three orks look casually at both of you, the sound of the machines on the first floor dispensing whatever they call food in this city.

What you doing here chummer? the harsh basso of one of the orks, a fairly built sized one, scarred face, armor jacket by the looks of it and an expression of utter boredom.

@Triskavanski

The Captain stealthy moves to the other side of the building, a parking lot on the back with a few vehicles and a few bikes, ganger colours flying on them, as he looks at the surrounding there seems not to be a soul alive in this area, the place quieter than a church mouse.

Moving delicately up the iron (somewhat decrepit though) staircase is easy, its not much that long of a strech before he face to face with the door, a single battered maglock being the only visible way to open it.

[Triskavanski]

John leaned in a bit to look at the maglock a bit closer.

//message - The  door is locked by a pretty beat up lock. Do any of you have a method of opening it, or do I need to use my "keycard"

He quickly sends out a message, looking up the walls again. His rapier wouldn't be good at breaking the lock, but his ruger would be. Only problem is it would be loud. However, perhaps he could find a window to crash thorugh here soon.

[Bewilderbeast]

Bad Johnny Juju glanced over at the loitering orks and broke an easy smile. "About to have myself a party, chummer. How're you fellas doin'?" Johnny pressed a button to summon the elevator and glanced over at miss Dana with feigned expectation and fondness.