[Number 2]

Both you, Vladmire, and Marcus both recognize the route to the south side of town, where the Ares HQ lies. As the van goes further and further, you start seeing more and more of a militaristic presence. The van is moving slow enough for you both to witness a small group of Ares sec forces drag a man out into the snow and place him on his knees, executing him with a single bullet to the head. You only get to see the body being picked up by his arms before the van turns.

In front of you lays the tallest building in the city. 8 foot thick concrete walls act as a perimeter, and electrified razor wire acts as a deterrent to would-be climbers. There are routine guard patrols, all of them armed with Ares Alphas. The building looks nice though. Well-lit and what not.

Before too long, you arrive at a checkpoint. The van stops and a window is rolled down. The driver and the guard both start speaking to each other in English before the driver is waved through the gate. You stop outside what appears to be a vehicle garage. The doors are closed, however if you would look through the door windows you would see a line of APCs that look almost brand new. The van doors open and the Ares guys step out and motion for you to follow.

[martinchaen]

Marcus had seen his share of security compounds and perimeters. As they pulled to a stop outside the garage, he followed the Ares man's lead out of the van, keeping an eye on his surroundings just to be sure.

[Triskavanski]

Vladmire orders his van to stop outside of the military zone its active camoflag should be enough to make it difficult for Ares to find it, until he needs to escape, provided he does. Pretty sure the tough guy with them wasn't an Ares trooper.

This was going to be difficult, if bad stuff happened.

[Number 2]

The two Ares lead you into the building, walking past the front desk and bringing you to an elevator. When you two get on, one of them punches the button for the 9th floor, the highest one in the building. A couple of halls later and you're lead to a door. Goodweather reads on an electronic name plate. The two open the door and lead you through. After you've entered, they take guard at both sides of the door, their posture rigid.

"Ahhhh, hello comrades!" The loud, jovial voice is coming from the desk at the end of the room. The room looks like your standard Exec's office, with large plate glass windows and even potted plants for decoration.

The man at the desk is standing up, and he's beaming at you. He's very large, about as big as you Marcus.

"Come, come! Sit down!" He says in a joyful tone.

[Triskavanski]

"Nice plants." he remarks, trying not to sound too nervous, but this wasn't a good situation for him.

[Number 2]

"Thanks comrade, they came here all the way from America." He says this with pride, and you can now notice that his Russian accent is a bit off.

[martinchaen]

Marcus simply stands at ease in Mr. Goodweather's office, and ignores the talk of plants, then addresses the man in Russian.

"What can we do for you, sir? Your men are safe, thanks in large part to our intervention" he stated matter-of-factly, nodding in the direction of the other man to indicate who the "us" he was referring to was. This experience was nothing new for Marcus as he'd reported to superior officers hundreds, if not thousands, of times before. "Only difference is this guy isn't a superior officer, and I'm not a soldier any more" he thought while waiting for the man to make his reasons for dragging them out to this facility clear.

[Number 2]

He smiled. "Yes, I saw it all happen. I'd like to thank you two for helping them out. For more than one reason." He says. Turning to Marcus he says, "You said your name was Leon, yes? I could greatly use a man like you. You as well." He says to you, Vladmire.

[Triskavanski]

"I'm V." he replies, "I will gladly work with you all, provided the payment is right. For now, Vladmire continued to wait, it wasn't good to try and be too suspicious and at the same time, it was important to be a bit discreet

[martinchaen]

Marcus replied simply, as usual.

"Leon Cole, sir, bounty hunter by trade. What's the job, and how much does it pay?"

[Number 2]

"As you may have noticed, there is a bit of... Unrest in the city. This is mostly because of those damned metal-heads running around. As I'm sure you've noticed, none of them are all too bright. However, we have successfully located their leader." At this, he makes some hand gestures and an image appears on the plate glass behind him. He steps to the side and says, "This is Josef Voroshenin. So called 'leader' of the borgs and overall scum. I will pay you each 25K if you kill him and bring me proof. I'll double it if you make it look like an accident. I don't want to risk him being a martyr."

[Triskavanski]

"Well, that is where we'll have a problem. I have no problem killing him, but my set of skills are not of the kind that make things look like an accident." The changeling rubbed his chin, looking to Leon to see if there was anything he could add in.

[martinchaen]

Marcus thought about the proposal for a moment. "Fifty thousand nuyen between us to kill some gang leader, a hundred if we make it look like an accident? Sounds too easy."

"Pretty penny for the head of some scum gang leader. Subtle isn't exactly my kind of game either," he said, gesturing to his obviously augmented body. "How about magical or tech support; if you can't assign us any of yours, do you have any leads on talent in this town?"

Marcus cleared his throat before continuing, as he wasn't used to talking quite this much. "We might also need some gear if we're going to pull this off covertly; what kind of requisitions can we make to your quartermaster?" His tone indicated that he was expecting to be granted access to the Ares armory, though since he was inquiring about subtlety he probably wasn't looking for assault cannons and mil-spec armor.

[Number 2]

"This man, should he continue to live, would undoubtedly cost us much more in damages than what I'm paying you. About your body, it's absolutely perfect for the job. You could ask to join them and they would accept you in a heartbeat. Regarding support, I can't help you magically. However, we have multiple blueprints, pictures, and other spy stuff you might need. You can have full access to our armory, within reason of course."

[Isane]

Anechka shrugs her coat tighter around her and continues down the street.  Remembering what she had overheard from Alexei back at the bar, she doesn't head for her car yet, instead making a beeline for that windowless grey building.  She gives her fixer a quick call, seeing if he had any work available as well at the moment, and moves inside.