[Crossbow]

You would think that the astral space around the K Club would be a vibrant place.  You would be wrong.  With an especially strong background count in the area, and a lack of any real positive emotions in the place, Sammy view was filled with mundanes doing their best to kill their astral selves with technology, pharmacology and vice.

In the real world at Club K, you see that there’s no door off of E Street. It’s all brick with a neon sign of a large K. Its not until you circle around that you see people walking around back via an alleyway. Walking down an L-shaped alley between Kong Mart Whole Foods and an appliance storage place, you find the main entrance to Club K. A small parking lot between all the buildings holds some sweet motorcycles. Those you see entering Club K or out smoking are some heavily modified individuals with obvious cyberware. An aggressive thrasher metal beat leaks out from the doorway. Inside there seems to be some competition going on: games of pool, drone combat live and on the trid, and poker. Some seem really intense and into the game. You recognize the two guys from the bar the other night, though they haven’t pegged you. Above all this is a huge lion-headed man in a leather chair, watching and directing the others in these games. Apparently he’s the one in charge.

[Mercy Merchant]

Snow steps out of the car, whispering "Show time."  She gathers herself then shakes her head gently and seems to change in front of the eyes of the others.  When she turns back she is not quite the same.  The dress is the same and the hair is the same, but at the same time they are not.  Her very being oozes sensuality and the promise of something exhilarating if the price is right.  Her stance is modified, even the placement of her arms and the slight tilt of her head announce that she is available, but that anyone who wants her had better be prepared to pay.  The demure dress she is wearing seems not so demure any longer as she leans over to the open car window and says.  "Thanks, boys, that was great." 

Snow winks at her companions and straightens up before giving a small wave and moving to the club door.  Entering, she picks up the thrasher music as she looks around, slightly moving her body in tune to the beat before walking with a sensuous grace to the bar.  Snow looks at the rough menu board and orders a beer.  Taking it, she tosses a look at the man on the large throne, but moves off to the poker table.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor followed a handful of paces behind Snow, hoping she'd serve as a distraction for the bouncers. Bouncers seemed to always have it in for him, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Unlike Snow, he made a beeline for Leo. Once he got close enough, he shouted over the din of the club, "Yo, Leo!!! We got an enemy in common, Bacchus. I'm told you're the one that'd know where he's hiding."

[farothel]

"I'll go and put up the monitoring system," Sammy said to Clem when the others were in the club.  She took out the mini cameras she had bought.
"I'll see if I can put one on each emergency exit, so we can keep an eye on them without being obvious about it."

She went looking for the emergency exits that had to be there somewhere and she tried to put camera coverage on all of them, while listening in on the comms of the team.

[Crossbow]

The bouncer-persecution of O'Conner continues as they materialize to either side of him.  They interpose themselves between him and Leo, who spares him an amused glance before he returns his attention to the fighting pit. 

[Necrogigas]

*God dammit.* O'Connor gave a put upon sigh. He continued to yell to Leo, "Look, we both want Bacchus taken down a peg, or are you soft on traitors?"

[HydroRaven]

Clem stayed at the wheel of the van while Torley, O'Connor and Snow left for the club. She and Sammy were staying behind in case there was a need for a quick pursuit, and that suited the orkish woman very well. She wasn't one for clubs or noisy places in general, so staying away from club K was actually what she had secretly wanted.

"Alright, I'll stay in here" answered Clementine to the ex-starlet as she announced she was going to place cameras around the entrances/exits. "Just don't be seen" warned Clem as Sammy was walking away, her voice a forced whisper.

Once alone in the vehicle, Clem made sure her magazines were full and bullets were chambered in all her firearms. *This goat-boy is starting to give me a headache. How did he manage to survive this long in this business?*

[Thvor]

Sam followed Con into the warehouse discretely, relying on his natural ability to blend into the crowd. Since Con clearly wanted to take the lead, Sam pretended to be interested in the action in the fighting pit, carefully maneuvering to get as close to the lion-headed man as he could without being obvious.

[Mercy Merchant]

Just like everyone around her, Snow turns to look at the source of the commotion in the club, then goes back to watching one of the poker games.  She can feel the cards calling to her and the chink of chips on the tables is like music to her ears.  She should have thought of this problem before coming into the club, or, perhaps subconsciously she had.  She marshals her thoughts to avoid the drum call to sit and gamble her money away. 

Composure Test: 9d6t5 3  I believe the threshold for this is 2.

[Crossbow]

The bouncers barring O’Conner’s way give him a rough shove back into the crowd, thoughts of bloody retribution immediately come to mind as he scans the room.  He sees a bunch of pussies that he could probably take individually, but all at once?   The air is also thick with camera drones, some of which might be broadcasting live, so the cops would be coming from the first shot.  Is the goat really worth suicide?

Snow is watching a card game, having read the chip leader’s hand accurately from the look on his face three hands in a row she is now tapping a credstick on the bar, the itch starting to become intolerable.  A tap reaches her shoulder just as she is ready to give in, “Excuse me, were you at “The Bally-Who?” night before last?”  She turns and sees a young blond ganger with a bandage on his neck.

[Mercy Merchant]

Snow looks surprised as she turns to see the ganger.  She eyes him up and down.  "Say, are you the guy I saw in that bar?  The one that had been hurt?  Yes, that was me.  Lucky I had just stopped outside and was wondering what to do with the night."  She reaches up to touch the bandage,  "How does it feel now?"

[farothel]

Sammy was back quickly.
"That's the only entrance there," she said to Clem, "easy to keep an eye off, but annoying if you want to get out unseen.  I'll warn them."  Then she sent a text message to the rest of the team.  If they got into trouble they had to know they could be cut off with nowhere to go.

[Crossbow]

"Oh, its fine.  They got the jack out and I will go under for an upgrade next week." the kid points to a nearby table where his dark-haired friend from the other night sits, "You want to join us?  The least I can do is buy you a drink after you kept me from bleeding to death.  We have a great view of the pit and we are in a great spot for when Leo starts the real show."  At her questioning glance he continues, "We are jumping back in Goat-boy's little traitors if they manage to put the scratch together today." He nods toward a shooting simulator on the wall.  "Dean is the last one that has a chance, but only if his highscore holds up.  I wish I could shoot, the guy who takes him down is going to be able to write his own ticket around here."

[Mercy Merchant]

Snow nods.  "Sure, I would love to join you.  I do hope that the guy you get that done with is better than the last guy.  That jack you had was just waiting to blow.  I know a thing or two about medicine and have actually assisted in some cyber installs.  Too bad I don't have a good place to work and some equipment or I might be able to get you fixed up if you have the device."  She takes his arm and walks with him to the table, "So, my name is Ophelia.  What is yours?"

Snow nods to the other ganger as she takes a seat.  She looks around as she orders another beer and introduces herself.  "You were not kidding.  This is a good view of the pit.  Look, the fact is that I only got in from Seattle a few days ago and don't know much about LA except that there seems to be a lot of celebrities here.  So is this goat-boy one of them and what do you mean by traitors?"  She looks over to where her companion is pointing.  "So how good is he?  I know a bit about guns."  All of this should be going out over the image and voice links but she sends a message from her internal 'link.  >>Team.  There is some sort of shooting competition going on.  Apparently, the best shooter gets bragging rights and more here.  Anyone care to try?<<

[Thvor]

Seeing the frustration on Con's face, and knowing what was likely to be the volatile man's reaction to being brushed off, Sam was relieved when he saw Snow's message. Hoping that Con would actually pay attention, he sent back, I'm not very good with guns, but I think Bullet Storm might have a chance.