Andy’s weapon case looks impressive. Polished finish, neatly packed, plenty to go around, albeit not completely full. It’s quite high, standing about chest height on Duckdown, much higher on Cheshier. Searching through the upper chest and opening each of the lower, foam packed drawers, you scour the contents, eyes open for anything of use. Andy watches, taking note of each item taken.
Smiling, Andy nods his head in approval as he listens to Angel speak of finding other sleeping arrangements ”I like you sister, glad ta have ya on board, leadin the team. Fortunate ya wind up in my bar. Ya’ll sleepin elsewhere suit me just fine”
Grabbing your weapons, clips and ammo of choice, Andy reseals the front of the case, closing the lid and reattaching the latches. ”Grenade, brother? I glad ya'll crashin elsewhere." Heading toward the back of his desk, He bends down, disappearing behind the large case briefly. You hear the sliding sound of a drawer, Andy rummaging through his desk a short while. ”Ahhh, there we are” he remarks, taking several seconds before standing, holding several more credsticks , slotting each in to a commlink before handing one to each of you. ”Payment minus ya purchases”
@Angel
He thinks for a few moments, stroking his chin while speaking. ”I think we get along just fine. Once you leave here I don’t know ya, ya never been here” he walks back behind his desk, opening the bottom drawer, pulling out a dark glass bottle. ”Trolls like dis shit, sister, I don’t suggest drinkin it. But I think it suit your purpose just fine. Don’t let Crash see that, ya? Look out tha font for an umbrella, drunk clowns leavin drek all tha time. Ya be good for leadin this team, keep hidden, ya? I don't want ta hear no drek about fools causin no riot, getting captured and tortured by them Mongrel's. I have ya details if I need ta get in touch, ya'll know where ta get a hold if me if ya need somthin”
@Duckdown
You listen to Andy for a while, grabbing you weapons, receiving your credstick before heading toward back. Drek, decent pay-out off the bat. This won’t be no easy run. You easily make your way outside, rain casting a slight mist, cascading down, seeping in to your clothes as you head in to the night. AK in hand, heading toward the truck, you glance back toward the balcony, your room. You notice someone, an outside bulb casting a long shadow. Eyes squinting, adjusting to the light, you see the familiar silhouette of Deen, leaning on the railing, having a smoke. As you wonder why she didn’t message back, you notice she’s changed, likely left her commlink in her other jeans. She flicks her smoke off the balcony, stumbling slightly turning toward your room.
Drek. Are you staying? Will Deen understand? This be dangerous, but that payout is too good to pass. Surely she won’t mind If I catch her later.
@Slim
”Sorry, mon, what you see on the list be what they have. The Remington have a basic scope, nothin more” Andy frowns slightly as you reach for the grenade, though does nothing to stop you as you remove it from the case, hoping you won’t need to use it. As you pocket the grenade, you notice your name in Angels speech. In charge for combat? You glance toward Duckdown, pretty sure he won’t be happy about that. She continues, Duckdown says nothing. Maybe it’ll blow over, drek, hopefully this shit doesn’t become a problem.
Incoming Message:
>>Contact:Rex
>>drek I just miss it that shit be crazy ya no I all be cruisin, doin my thing an neg minute BOOM what the fuck man why you askin bout that drek?
Drek that wasn’t useful, you think, right before your comm-link buzzes once more.
Incoming Message:
>>Contact:Rex
>>nyen? how much nuyen we talkin?
As you consider your next move, a sudden though about the kids you were originally after flashes through your mind. Wonder if you’ll be able to help them too?
@Cheshire
Andy looks surprised as you take the grenade ”Don’t let that off accidentally, dig? he laughs as you pick up the pistol, lack of experience evident. ”Don’t be too quick ta draw. You done good work for me, don’t go doin sometin stupid now.” you hold the light pistol, wondering where the drek to store it. Don’t want it accidentally going off, drek, is the safety on? Where is the safety?
You take note as Duck picks up an AK, definitely look like he has more experience. Maybe one of the guys will give you a hand, a few pointers. Looks like will be a big job. Nuyen, gangs, explosives, all the makings of a dangerous run. Andy wants us to keep undercover, you wonder how easy it will be, eyeing up your new found team mates.
Could be trouble…
@Trance
Incoming Message:
>>Contact: Miniboom
>>Message: Heyyyy, glad to hear you took the job with Andy heheh. Trust him, good player he is. Wow those explosions were CRAZY wonder if there be more… may be stuck there a while? Make yourself at home! Hehe
Wasn’t but a few hours ago you were strapped, desperate for work, for nuyen. Seems you have both now, that 3500 will really help. Wondering if you’d have taken the job under different circumstances, you look at your team. At least they look competent , all our bases covered. Damn well better be with the task ahead. Cheshire hands you reagents, at least one of em knows about teamwork. Hell, if all goes well perhaps this lot will be together a while…
@Kitty
As you ask about a satellite uplink, you remember Angel had passed you one earlier. Damn dumpshock must be still messing with you. Rubbing your head, the dull throbbing sensation still present, you glance around at your new team. A diverse bunch, mostly young, though it seems all bases are covered.
A message from Missy pops up in your AR view, about time! Mentally you open the message, reading through a summary of information
Incoming report:
>>Agent: Missy
>>Search Results:
>>News Article: Renraku shipment stolen on Fox Island
>>Dated several months ago
>>Contents unknown
>>Culprits unknown, Mongrel’s suspected
>>News Article: Mongrel and DC war escalates
>Mongrel leader rumoured killed
>>Gunfights escalating
>>Mostly isolated to north of Fox Island
>>BBS Bulletin: High Times Forum – For all your drug needs
>>Location: Drug house
>>Bliss
>>Zen
>>Dealer contact: Slade [contact info]
>>BBS Bulletin: Industrial Street Racing Forum
>>Location: Fox Island Industrial Zone
>>Schedule: Tomorrow night 11:30pm
>>Events: Death match, motorcycle jousting
>>Prize Pool: 2000¥
>>Contact: Gearz [contact info]
You smile, browsing through the contents of Missy’s report through your image link. Everything seems to match up with what Andy said. Missy has done a good job, tracking down several hidden BBS boards, finding an archived news article on a missing Renraku shipment. You’re worried slightly; drek if that’s the hardware the Mongrel’s have taken no telling what they have up their sleeve.
@Everyone
”Aite! Brothers and sisters, I believe we done for the evenin, if ya don’t mind, I be closing up now, guess I won’t be seein ya for a while, in fact, guess ya were never here” Andy sits, leaning far back in his chair, blowing several smoke rings from his cigar. ”Don’t let a Troll hit ya on tha way out”
