[reyjinn]

Those fuckers aren't fucking around!
"What could their endgame possibly be? I mean what the hell is in it for them to go apeshit on the bridge and shutting the island off? They shot down the bloody newscraft."
As Trance jumps right into accepting the job without even asking what the pay would be Slim takes a steadying breath, changing the subject. "I can move around alright without being noticed but it isn't like it's a specialty of mine. Do you consider me as more of a troubleshooter if we mess up or are you thinking that an infiltration might be possible? What about this drekhead gang, do you have any leads on them? Headquarters, safe-houses, places where they do business?"
Last but definitely not least, you mentioned Nuyen. How much are we talking about? Please keep in mind that this is shaping up to be one spectacular mess and you're asking us to get in the middle of it.

[Poindexter]

"Fuck ME!" he says as he jolts his head toward the direction of the most recent blast. "Guess those devils cut fuckers still aint got the message."
Cause of COURSE Zip calls me to do this on the night the mad fucking bomber is taking mongrel contracts. What other time COULD this have happened?!
He shakes his head. "Dun change nothin. Gotta die somehow, right?" He grins wide, and thinks one more time about the zen in his bandanna.
Duckdown drives slowly through the streets at near midnight, crisscrossing the area, block by block, the truck barely purring as it crawls along the pavement. He's got the radio off and all his AROs minimized and pushed off to the side, so he can pay more attention to the people on the sidewalk. He watches every figure, every shape in the rain looking for something out of the ordinary. Mostly, he's looking for kids. There's no damn reason good kids would be out at this hour, and bad kids are gonna know something. He's also keeping a sharp eye out for any scorpion riders who may have taken an interest in him. After thinking about how easy it is to knock a rider off a bike, he's not quite as concerned about his lack of a gun.

[OOC: giving myself -1 die for the rain.]
Look for kids:
Perception+Intuition: 6d6t5 0

Keep an eye out for bikes:
Perception+Intuition: 6d6t5 3

[Laereth]

Angel sits quietly as she listens to Slim and Trance. She starts the commlink recording the conversation to listen to later.

Flipping open her commlink, she flips a message.

>> Mesage
          >> Contact Slim
               >> Can you find out what his criteria is? I want to know what establishes a payday. "Check things out" seems a little vague. What gets us paid?

Then she flips open a new tap and brings up a page to download some software.

>> File Download-Browse
>>File Download-Toolbox

She flips 160 nuyen off her credstick and thumbs a few searches.

>> Data Search-Publicized locations children were taken from
>>Data Search-News stories of explosions on Fox Island
>>Data Search-Mongrols

Then she flips a message to Nigel.
>> Message
>>Contact Nigel
>>Coffee next week? Stuck on the island and the Mongrels are running the place. Have your guys run into them before?

She limits her search to public knowledge to see what she gets.

Dice rolls.
Matrix Search-7d6t5: 1 [7d6t5=3, 3, 6, 3, 3, 3, 1] http://orokos.com/roll/192141
Matrix Search-7d6t5: 1 [7d6t5=1, 5, 3, 2, 3, 1, 1] http://orokos.com/roll/192143
Matrix Search-7d6t5: 4 [7d6t5=6, 5, 3, 4, 5, 6, 3] http://orokos.com/roll/192144

Etiquette for Nigel
4d6t5: 2 [4d6t5=5, 2, 3, 6] http://orokos.com/roll/192145

She closes the commlink and sets it in her pocket leaving it recording. She tunes back into the conversation.

[kalarin]

@Kitty
The troll grins at your discomfort "Looks like a little too much nothing for my liking" he frowns, drek, he looks pissed. The door bursts open, the drug addled girl from earlier bolting away from the bathroom. "I can't imagine anyong willingly sitting sitting on these floors… You best be coming with me, yeah?" He glares down at you, walking toward the door, holding it open "I aint holding this door open because I'm a gentleman. Hurry up."

This is most definitely not a request.

@Cheshire
You slide through the tent, senses on overdrive. The scene before you is much the same as outside. Death surrounds you, bodies piling up near the exit. You notice several spots where people tried to bust through the side, the material from the tent refusing to give way.

You glance around, finding nothing suggesting arcane involvement. You leave dejected, wondering how Andy will respond to your info. Considering your options you look around, spotting a glimpse of several auras quickly leaving the scene. It looks as if there were at least several survivors.

@Duckdown
You drive slow, focusing your senses, looking to spot anything out of the ordinary. You see no kids, drek, you know it wouldn't be that easy, the venue from the concert is close, but it's not on the island. As you get close to the bridge, you note the distinct gang colours of the Mongrel's coming up your rear, you see their scorpions, definitely Mongrels.. There's only two of them, they glare at you as they ride past, hitting the throttle and speeding off in to the distance. Luckily it seems they had more important things to do than harass you. You do notice that both riders were wearing full gas masks, bandanas tied around their heads opposed to their face.

You wonder how wise it is to get closer, still looking around for anything out of the ordinary.

[Poindexter]

Gas masks? Fuck is going on here?
A look of horror crosses his tusked face and all the color drains out as he presses the brake pedal to slow the vehicle to a halt in the center of the road. An angry dwarf in a little three wheeled metrocar behind him honks in protest a sweet, annoying little tone that almost says "i love you" rather than "move it", but Duck hardly pays attention. He's thinking out loud.
"This is bigger than me. I gotta find me some gear and probably someone to watch my ass before i get into this."
The bright red jellybean behind him honks again, jolting him back into reality. He throws the truck back into gear and pulls a quick U-turn as he reaches up into his bandana. Checking the time to see how long he's been gone, he drops the smoke between his lips and steers with one hand while he fishes underneath the seat for a lighter. The hell TIME is it, anyway? After fumbling for a few moments, he finds one and lights up as he gives a few mental orders to his commlink.

   >>Send Message
     >>Recipient: Deen
      >>Message: Hey baby, I'm on my way back. Shit is bigger than i thought at first, and I'm gonna play it cool for now. You think you can you introduce me to that Andy guy that owns the joint when i get there?

   >> Send Message
    >> Recipient: Zipline
     >> Hey, you down with anyone from Devil's Cut?

    >>Websearch: Mongrels/activity/recent
Intuition+Computer: 4d6t5 1

The world gets a lot less full of drek and he switches on the auto-drive to lean back and relax on the way back to the bar.
Zen Duration: 1d6 5 x 10 = 50 minutes

[Celtibero]

Ah drek! it got into the dress! blood drops had splattered into the flowery dress and some onto the synthleather jacked, the jacket was ok to clean it was the dress that was a pain in the butt to deal with. 

Carefully trying to hold her balance Caroline staggered as she leaned against the walls, the filth and muck obviously secondary due to the disorientation she felt.

 Ok ok mister, i'm getting up Looking at the huge troll even when standing was a daunting prospect, from her vantage point (1,65m of it) it was like looking up into a skyscraper, the buzzing in her ears and the red dots swimming in her field of vision (and it was not due to the tinted round glasses) did not help much either.

Staggering out of the room she took a small glance at the troll, i was doing nothing, ok?, serously... the attempt feeble with just the slight hint of a pout. Let me just wash my face will you?

Leaning on the sink, the water running, Caroline slapped a hand cupped with water in her face, her head still swimming Drek... might as well check the hardware

>>System reboot

A fresh jolt of pain made her stagger once more, her right hand flashing up trying to tell the troll she was ok, but he probably did not care anyway. the seconds flashing as her AR display popped a small display window with the system running its familiar routine in Caroline's head.

>>System check: hardware integrity
//System integrity 100%//

With a sigh of relief at the data displayed Kitty turned around, the troll's huge arms bracing himself in an impatient posture, turning and trying to step on the tip toes of her iron reinforced army synthleather boots send another bolt of pain into her skull, taking her hand to the skull she complained <Baka>... should not do that... she mumbled to herself.

[Tenlaar]

This is bad.  This is real bad.

Cheshire launches out from the tent at full speed, trying to process what he's seen in the short time it takes to get back to Andy's basement.  He stops short of his body and begins to pace back and forth about three feet off the ground.

Think, man, think.  The fuck was that?  Not magic, no magic at all.  And the tent wasn't damaged, so whatever it was wasn't physical.  Had to be poison, right?  Probably gas.  But why?  What gain could possibly come from this?  Drek, have I been laying like that the whole time?

Regaining a bit of his composure, Cheshire takes a few imaginary breaths and slips back into his body.  After taking a moment to reorient himself he sits up in the chair and twists his stiff neck to the side until there is a satisfying pop.  He scoots forward and hops off the chair, straightens his clothes, and looks towards his "bodyguard."

You'd better take me to Andy now.

[kalarin]

@Cheshire
Back in meatspace, you see Crash stretching, noticing you’re back from astral space. He glares at you, noticing the concern on your face ”That bad huh?” interlocking his fingers he cracks his knuckles ”Guess the boss will want to see you right away”

He leads you back up the stairs back in to the hallway”Normally I’d make you wait in a room, but this seems to be important. Stay here and don’t go wandering, hear me?” Crash wanders off toward Andy’s office, knocking on the door and entering

Not long after you’re left along the hallway opens. Another troll enters, looks like he’s leading a young girl. You take a glance, noticing a jack. Definitely cybered, looks like she’s in trouble. The troll opens the door, motioning her inside.

Wondering what the girl has been up to, the troll walks past you, glaring down at you, heading toward Andy’s office.

@Duckdown
Exhaling several rings, leavening back in your seat, your worries fade slightly, the relaxing effect from the zen taking over as you engage autopilot. Looking at the clock, seems it’s just after 1. Drek, won’t be getting sleep anytime soon.

Sending off several messages you wait, hoping Deen and Zipline aren't already asleep. Not long after you get a response.

>>Received Message
   >>Contact: Zipline
      >>Message: You think they behind this? They were tossed from their turf, don’t think they the type either. Find anything? The girls were taken from the St James hall on the other side of the bridge. There been disappearances on both sides though, more than a dozen kids missing. Don’t seem like the Devil’s game. Please tell me you found something…

It’s about a 3 blocks back to Doolan’s, almost dosing off you jolt upright. Can’t sleep now,  drek, must be the zen.

You wonder if Deen is passed out or still partying as you pull up to Doonlan’s.

@Kitty
Tidying yourself up little you feel a constant ache, throbbing at your temples. Following the nasty troll from the bathroom, you notice the crowd’s looking a lot smaller now, no one’s playing Street Fighter, must be all too drunk. You see the Ork that schooled you earlier, leaning over the bar, beer almost full. Seems the Chummer had too much to drink.
 
You head toward the back; the Troll leads you through a door in to a hallway. You notice a dwarf, short even by their standards, leaning against a wall about halfway down the corridor. A door opens at the opposite end, another troll emerging, motioning for the dwarf to follow.

The troll opens the first door pointing toward one of the chairs ”Inside” is all he says. DEFINITELY not a request

This is not a good night…

@Slim @Angel @Trance
Andy turns toward Trance ”I like ya enthusiasm, but I have it covered” Looking at Slim, Andy smiles ”Nice ta see someone taking tha lead”” he motions toward his decanter, offering you a glass ”I send ya a mapsoft with known locations, mon. These mongrel’s be vicious, but also stupid. I lookin for info, these Mongrel’s be cutting in ta my business. I pass the info to tha Devil’s, they retake, their turf, yah? What say ya?” Andy leans forward with a wide grin, his teeth holding a cigar as he takes a long draw. ” Payment? Dat depend on the information, brother, that be fair?” exhaling he stubs it out“For information dat lead to the Mongrel’s leavin this island? Ya be gettin a fair payout”

As Andy finishes his sentence, Crash enters the room ”Sorry to intrupt boss, he’s back, thought you might wanna know” Andy nods ”Ahh Send him in, maybe they all work together, mon. I have someone might be useful, how bout we talk nuyen once we all here?”

@Angel
As you flick off a few messages, you notice the time. Doubt you’ll get a response tonight. You do a brief search, glancing at the  your comm while listening to Andy. Seems the Mongrel’s are all over local news feeds for a range of crimes. You find a few small articles about a rise in missing kids in the region, though no specifics. Searching for info on the explosions, you see the footage you saw from the trid and little else, strange, you’d have thought this would have been big news.

[Celtibero]

But... wait.... oh drek! <baka>! good for nothing trog!! pushy...<baka>....trog...<baka>....HOW....my head...sweet, just sweet.... now i am in this room waiting for the Gods know what....with just me, myself and <watashi> and the mother of all pains for company... pouting and her head bitten by pain, Kitty just steps carefully into the room anyone?!?

AR...icons....lets take a closer look

>>Config ASDF
  >>>1/3/4/3
>>Set Mode
  >>>Run Silent: False
>>Load Program
  >>>Toolbox
>>Load Agent
  >>>Missy

>>Compose message: Missy
  >>>You´ll have to lend me a paw out here Missy, run routine for my actions sub-processing, on my queue

Missy - TeamT - matrix perception: 8d6t5 2
matrix perception test - +2d6 +1limit [6]: 6d6t5 2 (assuming -3 dice, 2 from dumpshock stun and -1 from wounds)

[Poindexter]

For the first time in hours, a smile crawls it's way across the orks normally scowling face. It looks awkward, as if it knows it doesn't belong there. He puts his feet up on the dashboard and looks at his boots, noticing for the first time just how dirty they are, barely aware of the city moving by behind him. I mean, it makes sense. The types of puke and beer filled spots i stomp through all the time. He chuckles briefly and sends another message as he takes another hit.

>>Reply: Zipline
    >>Message: Naw girl, It aint even like that. Naw, I don't think them DC boys had drek to do with takin no kids. Naw, That just aint their style, girl. Naw girl, i wanna try and get a meet with one of em cause, like you said, they been on the bad end of some beef lately and i figure they'd be willing to share some info with a trog. Naw girl, Naw. So... you down with any of em? Think you could set up a meet?

God DAMN, Deen can play the drek outta that bass!

[reyjinn]

@Slim @Angel @Trance Andy turns toward Trance ”I like ya enthusiasm, but I have it covered” Looking at Slim, Andy smiles ”Nice ta see someone taking tha lead”” he motions toward his decanter, offering you a glass ”I send ya a mapsoft with known locations, mon. These mongrel’s be vicious, but also stupid. I lookin for info, these Mongrel’s be cutting in ta my business. I pass the info to tha Devil’s, they retake, their turf, yah? What say ya?” Andy leans forward with a wide grin, his teeth holding a cigar as he takes a long draw. ” Payment? Dat depend on the information, brother, that be fair?” exhaling he stubs it out“For information dat lead to the Mongrel’s leavin this island? Ya be gettin a fair payout”

As Andy finishes his sentence, Crash enters the room ”Sorry to intrupt boss, he’s back, thought you might wanna know” Andy nods ”Ahh Send him in, maybe they all work together, mon. I have someone might be useful, how bout we talk nuyen once we all here?”

Slim gives Angel a small nod, indicating that he has received her message.
"Getting that map would be a good start, yes. I find that job description uncomfortably vague though. But you are right of course, it's best to save any talk of nuyen until everyone is here."

[SlowDeck]

Trance smiled as he said he had it covered, falling silent for the moment.

Well, drek. Still, he now knows I'm willing to help. What was it Mom said about being helpful to fixers?

"The best way to help a fixer is to pound the greed out of him. Repeat until it takes."

... what was it DAD said about being helpful to fixers?

"If you show some eagerness to help and are useful, they tend not to make you need your mother's advice."

Maybe Dad had the more useful advice.

Then she considered a bit,

Wait, he's acting like a Johnson. What was it Dad said about Johnsons?

"Listen to your mother."

... frag. What did Mom say?

"A breathing Johnson's trustworthiness is measured by bullets. The more you shoot them, the more you can trust them. If they stop breathing, you can trust them utterly."

I was raised by entirely wrong people!

And then she perked up at the mention of pay, only to bite her lip when she heard when they're getting paid.

Oh, frag! I already agreed to do the job! "Never agree to do the job before payment is negotiated!" Little late now, Mom!

But I think I can work this. Slim is talking about a map... That would help.

"How many others are there?"

[Laereth]

Angel doesn't give up her post by the door. Things are getting crowded now. She doesn't feel claustrophobic on space, but people set her on edge. As people enter the room she covertly gives them a once over.

Glad that Slim is doing the talking, she set puts her mind back on work. If things were going to go south, Andy wouldn't be in the room. Mage and muscle. Need a decker and transport now. The map would be handy. Info on the Mongrel's leaving the island. That might be tough.

She runs through the numbers in her head. Andy is not planning on killing us. No point. He has not mentioned price but it will be fair. When you plan on ripping people off, you don't do it from your own home. Andy is not hiding behind the anonymity of "Johnson" so he's on the level.

She flicks a message to Slim.

>>Message
     >>Contact: Slim. Trance.
         >> I'm in. You have covert covered. Need Decking and transport to round us out. Looking good otherwise. Starting to get crowded in here and if we agree, I'd like to get out into the open air a bit. Maybe a booth outside or something. See if you can get some money up front. Can't grease wheels with no grease and even looking is worth something.

As people enter the room, Angel looks them over covertly.

Seems fortuitous to have all of these people in the same place. Probably not a coincidence. I wonder how much of this was planned. Hmm. Honest Joe may have sicced those thugs on me to get me out this way. If that's true these guys are playing the long game and have known about it a couple of days before at least.

>>Message
     >>Contact:Slim. Trance
          >>See if you can find out where Andy is getting his intel. Might be handy

As Kitty and Cheshire enter the room...

Covert Weapons Check Sneak roll13d6t5: 2 [13d6t5=1, 4, 4, 5, 3, 4, 2, 5, 2, 3, 1, 1, 3]
http://orokos.com/roll/193429

Perception on kitty:9d6t5: 5 [9d6t5=1, 6, 6, 4, 5, 4, 1, 6, 6]
http://orokos.com/roll/193430

Peception on Cheshire: 9d6t5: 2 [9d6t5=2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 2, 6]
http://orokos.com/roll/193432

Perception on Duck: 9d6t5: 2 [9d6t5=5, 3, 2, 2, 3, 1, 1, 5, 4]
http://orokos.com/roll/193433

[kalarin]

@Kitty
The nasty troll closes the door, your pleas falling on deaf ears. The room's sparse, fluro tubes hanging from the ceiling, round table surrounded by 8 chairs. Pouting, locked in you in you consider your options. Looking to get more intel, you try and search, finding no signal, it seems you're cut off from the matrix here, you panic slightly, now what?

Should have stuck to Street Fighter…

You sit and wait, nothing else to do you load AR, browsing through your collection of games, settling on IC 3000, the game window popping up in your view. You play poorly, seems you're off your game tonight, more important matters on your mind.

@Duckdown
>>Received Message:
   >>Contact: Zipline
      >>Message: Drek, if you think it'll help I'll try anything…. DC been keepin a low profile since these Mongrel's taken over, lost a lot of crew they were well out gunned. I'll see what I can do, might take some time to track em down.

Oh and Duck? Thanks…means a lot.

You head up to the room, Carl's snoring on the only bed, looks like Deen's still up. Wondering what she's up to, you head back to the bar. Looks like they keep the doors open late. The live acts are done for the night, heavy metal blasting over the PA.

Glancing around, you notice Deen, obviously smashed, arm wrestling some idiot Ork. There's a small crowd, cheering as the match progresses. "Hah! That all you got old man? Deen smiles, smashing the Ork's fist in to the table, better him than you. The crowd roars "Who's next?! she shouts, grabbing a shot and slamming it back.

Drek, no wonder she didn't reply.

@Slim @Trance @Angel
Axle opens the door, Andy's office becoming more and more cosy. He steps back in to the hallway, Crash leaving before he enters. "Little crowded boss, seems we got a troublemaker, found her in the stalls, lyin on the floor, bleeding out her nose. I know she up to something. Figured with what's goin on you'd want to know" Andy smiles at Axle "Interestin… if she aint been beaten up, wonder what she's here for. Sorry fellas, might have ta leave ya for a couple minutes, need ta deal with this. The other member of ya team should be here in a sec, be nice, introduce yaselves I be back in no time ya?" He gets up, walking out in to the hallway, Axle also leaving. Not long after, Crash opens the door, motioning to a rather small dwarf "In here" is all he says shutting the door as the newcomer enters. Seems there's a lot of traffic tonight…

@Cheshire
Leaning against the wall, you wait for Crash, still pondering the nights events. Are you getting in over your head? Though Andy hasn't lead you astray, you still don't completely trust him. You see Crash "Looks like Andy is ready ta see ya" He barely finishes his sentence before Andy opens the door, speaking as he walks past"Cheshire" he grins "Been busy my man, got a job for ya, a team too. Follow Crash, introduce yaself, I be back soon, have ta deal with somethin mon" you watch him walk down the hall, opening the door to the room the girl entered earlier…

Crash motions you toward Andy's office "In here he opens the door for you...

@Kitty
It hasn't been long, a couple minutes at most. You close the game you're playing, definitely not helping the headache. The door opens, a strange looking man enters. "Now then, how bout a little chat? What ya be doin in my bar? He's definitely the most european looking jamician you've seen, his dreads almost comical. You might laugh, were he not looking so serious. "Be honest, maybe we can forget dis happened hmm? I aint had a good night, this not be a good time ta lie to me"

[Poindexter]

Duck knows a rough party waiting for him when he sees one, but right now he's got bigger shit on his mind. He tries to stay put and stay invisible, leaning against the wall, just another trog in a sea of trogs, he hopes.

Sneaking+Agility to hide from Deen in the crowd. [gave 1 extra for crowd, and 1 extra cause she's hammered]: 9d6t5 5

From the security i saw in the back, this place has some serious nuyen behind it. If the guy in charge is out here, he'll be wearin some kinda flash and the employees will pay extra attention to him. Should be easy to spot. If he aint out here, maybe i can find him one way or another in the back. The hell was his name? Andy?

Intuition+Perception to look around the room for the guy with the clout around here.: 7d6t5 2