[Number 2]

The building is lit solely by one lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It gives off a certain kind of creepiness in the room. Inside the room, you can see only one other person, and it looks like he just entered as well.

Feathers, somebody just entered the building you came in. Nobody has shown up yet at the front counter.

[Triskavanski]

"Well then, that sounds good. I'll need some AP rounds, these guys have quite a bit of metal, and its lacking the proper cooling elements." Vladmire snickers at his own joke, clearly he's pretty bad at making them.

[Isane]

Anechka tugs her goggles up over her forehead, and gives a friendly smile to the person already inside.  "I guess you're here for the job as well.  Any idea what the drek that just went down outside was about?"

[Csjarrat]

Cautious of entering a windowless grey box, Feathers moves up to the edge of the treeline, staying in cover as much as possible.
He focusses the mana around him, channeling it and weaving it into form. He studied the building from all angles, moving the focal point of the spell around and above the building, looking for any details it would yield.

F4 clairvoyance skill 5, mag 5, power focus 1, mentor 2, spec 2 (15d6.hits(5)=7)
drain resist (2) (10d6.hits(5)=4) no drain
perception (10d6.hits(5)=3) perception 3

[martinchaen]

Marcus took a long, hard look at the man standing in front of him, and decided to discuss the price.

"25k each for a kill, 50k each if we make it look like an accident; we're in the middle of nowhere and we're going after a known gang-leader with extensive reach. What's the hazard pay, and what would a live capture pay?"

While he waited for the man to respond, he mentally ran through some ideas. "Gas is always an option, though these tin-cans are probably wearing rebreathers due to the cold or they're equipped with chemical scrubbers just for the hell of it. Could always torch the place they're hanging out in, maybe infiltrate the hangout first and subdue them, then just make it look like a gas mains explosion or something."


After squaring out the details in terms of payment, Marcus addressed his needs as far as the armory was concerned.

"Who do I send the requisition list to? Some are more likely to be available than others, but I like to be prepared. Also, do we get to keep unused requisitions after the job is done, or is this strictly a on-loan kind of operation?" He'd mentally compiled the list and now displayed it in AR for the man to look over.

>>Requisitions:
>>Armor
>>   1 Ares Arctic Forces Suit
>>
>>ID
>>   1 Real/high-quality forged SIN showing 5+ year service with Ares and recent dishonorable discharge (excessive violence, striking a superior officer)
>>
>>Utility Items
>>   5 Adhesive (as strong as possible)
>>   5 Alkahest (as strong as possible)
>>   1 Hardware and industrial engineering tool kits
>>   2+ High-yield jammer (2+, expendable is acceptable)
>>   12+ Laes (disposable syringes/slap patches/cigarettes; as many as you can spare)
>>   1 Operations cleanup kit
>>
>>Weapons and ammunition:
>>   1 Flamethrower Fuel (canister)
>>   12 Flash-Bang minigrenades
>>   Gas minigrenades
>>      6 Breathtaker and/or Neuro-Stun
>>      1+ Ymir (NOTE: Preferred as toxin effects mimic frostbite damage)
>>   50+ Stick-n-Shock rounds for light pistols, heavy pistols, and assault rifles (each)

[Number 2]

The man looks at you Vladmire, he doesn't seem very entertained. "Sorry comrade, but my payment is staying at where it is now. The reason I'm hiring you to do it is so the metal-heads don't have a reason to retaliate against us. That is why a live capture means nothing to me. Azarov and Veshenin will take you to the armory. You can get your equipment there. I expect you to bring most of it back." He dismisses you, and the two Ares who led you up open the door, leading you two outside. Going back down to the main floor, Azarov and Veshenin lead you  to the armory. It looks quite expansive, and a lot of it looks new. The quartermaster greets you as you enter. He is a thin man with a thick, black beard that looks too big for him. "What can I get you two? You show him the list and he whistles, then shrugs indifferently. He disappears and you can see him rummaging around bins and pull stuff off the wall. This is what he brings back:

2 Ares Arctic Forces suits

5 Adhesive
5 Alkahest
1 Hardware and industrial engineering tool kit
3 High-yield Jammer
6 Laes Slap Patches
6 Laes Syringes
1 Operations cleanup kit

1 Flamethrower fuel canister
12 Flash-bang Minigrenades
6 Neuro-stun Gas grenades
100 Stick n shock Heavy pistol rounds
100 Stick n shock light pistol rounds
100 Stick n shock AR rounds
50 Stick n shock Sport rifle rounds



Feathers, your scan shows that there are about 7 people in the building, all of them on the second floor. The entire building is basically a grey brick, with no openings on the roof or the walls.

[martinchaen]

On the way to the armory, Marcus decided to question his escort on the Borg as he's not too familiar with their organization.

"Azarov and Veshenin, was it? Glad I caught sight of you when I did; can't stand seeing ganger scum trying to make examples of fine men like yourselves. How organized are these Borg chummers anyway? Anything you can tell us about their operations in this town would directly aid in the completion of our mission."

He'd memorized every detail of his fake alias, Leon Cole, including his service record with the UCAS Army in Denver, and began discussing the Borg with his escort, comparing them to Denver street gangs based on what he remembered of them, trying to extract as much information as possible out of the men whose life he'd helped save just an hour earlier.


Impressed with the organization of the Armory, Marcus was also pleased with what the quartermaster was able to provide. "Appreciated, sir. Once this is all done I'll buy you a drink or ten. Oh, one last thing, you wouldn't happen to have a tactical smartpack or two for us?" While Vladmire, the quartermaster, and himself packed up all of the gear, Marcus began discussing the job with his new companion.

"Guess we haven't really been introduced. I'm Leon Cole, just got here less than a month ago on a skiptrace job. I have worked out a framework of a plan that builds on our relative strengths; scan this. We review the data we have on these guys' safehouse, and if I can get my hands on a fake ID I go there with the intention of joining, stating that I just got thrown out of the Ares forces by some fucking superior asshole. I'll claim I have intel on a job aimed at taking them out, some rival gang or another, and that the Ares guys are letting it happen. This is where you come in. You set up nearby and kill a few Borg, tear the shit out of the building with some heavy weaponry; maybe we can get a couple machine guns from this guy. I help fight "them" off, maybe you even take a few shots at me and definitely wound the target if you can. I gain their trust, we hunker down for the night as we expect a second attack. I use the Laes to take out perimeter security, I sneak you in, and we drug them one by one. Finally, we torch the place, making sure it looks like a fire, and go home rich. Thoughts?"

Marcus, not used to coming up with elaborate plans on his own, thought the strategy had merits, but some of the kinks had to be ironed out. At least now they had some tools to work with.

[Triskavanski]

vladmire not being the one negotiating, shrugs at Leon's attempt to do so. "The Shock bullets would be enough, some APDS would also be useful, but less needed."

Turning to Leon, he just raises a brow and slowly shakes his head. "I'm not in the business to miss, nor to be fought off. If I see Borg, I kill Borg. Plain and simple, they'll be assimilated. However, I don't think it would be hard to find some cadavers, rig them up with some guns that fire blanks. I doubt the borg are intelligent enough to be medical cornerers."

[martinchaen]

"Even the best of us miss from time to time, friend. And in this case, we want you to miss. or at least not hit them too well, especially the target. This is important; can I trust you not to kill the guy we're hired to kill, so we can kill him quietly?"

Realizing how absurd his statement sounded, the point still needed to made. "Listen, this ain't no god-damned crusade, or a revenge-op. This is business, plain and simple, and if you're not going to stop at killing people we're not getting paid to kill, jeopardizing a major payday for some sort of hang-up, I don't mind marching back up there to tell the good Colonel that I'll do the job by myself. Now, do we have a deal? Or do you want to go get killed assaulting this place by yourself? No skin off my back, one way or another."

[Triskavanski]

"Cadavers" he responded, repeating himself "Then I don't get an itchy trigger finger or metal where I shouldn't have it. I really do not like being shot at, Its why I'm a sniper."

[martinchaen]

Marcus sighed. "Come on, omae. You've got to know that even the most rudimentary medical or first aid training, which some of these meat-heads are likely to have given their reliance on 'ware, is going to be sufficient to tell a body didn't die recently, especially in this weather. If we were in Miami maybe this plan of yours could work, but out here rigor mortis will set in before you can even get your bodies into position. And that's not even mentioning where the hell you'll get those bodies from; they can't be Ares, and they can't be Borg, and I sure as hell ain't raiding no morgue or killing some innocent bystander just for this."

He grabbed a pack full of gear, and asked the quartermaster for a few last items. "I'll need some stealth RFID tags as well, sir, and a couple frangible or subsonic rounds for my friends sport rifle; the latter is preferable if you have them" he said matter-of-factly, before turning back to Vladimir.

"This doesn't need to be an all-out assault. You say you're a sniper; well, in this case, that's exactly what I need you to be. Your objective will be to take out a few of them, seeing as how that seems to make you happy, but more importantly to hit me with a coordinated low-power round like a subsonic so I can "heroically" prevent their leader from taking a round to the head, and then you disappear like a spirit in the night. And don't you worry about missing." he said, then tapped his chest with his metallic hand, producing a heavy metal-on-metal clank. "No offense intended, but you couldn't take me out with a single round even if you tried unless you were sporting an assault cannon." Marcus gave the man a dead-pan grin, and slapped his shoulder before continuing.

"Take it from someone who've seen real, honest-to-God battlefields. A threat one can't see is all the more real than some dead bodies on a roof top; we want these guys to be on edge, to be nervous so they'll let me in. Maybe we can find a hacker to spread some rumours over the next couple of days that there's a bounty out on the leaders head, and that there's a drek-hot assassin out to claim it."

The big man shouldered the pack as the quartermaster brought along the last few items, and pocketed the tags. "Come on, let's talk this over while we review the building plans we got. I'll need to wait for the ID to come in anyway; I definitely don't want to go in as a bounty hunter, or they'll be all over me before I can say "Nostrovya". Let's see if we can stay on base for the night so I can pick up the ID in the morning; some chow, a hot shower, and a good nights sleep sounds pretty damned good, too."

[Triskavanski]

Vladmire sighed, shaking his head slowly, there was just no talking to this man. There was lots of ways to disguise dead corpses, and  up here, there is probably lots frozen cadavers ready to be used in the snow. "Very well, I'll fire of a few shots then, and then leave. From that point on you are basically on your own, as I'm clearly not the kind that infiltrates into a Borg gang. Especially because they know me already, I'm one of their greatest enemies." He wasn't trying to brag or anything, it was quite true, especially since he was a mystical sort of guy.

[Csjarrat]

Alright Feathers, you're here for a job. buck up and get knocking.
Feathers pulls himself together, breaks cover and heads over to the building, his senses alert to the implied danger of 7 people holed up inside a windowless box in the middle of nowhere.
He knocks on the heavy-set door, making sure he'd be able to break for cover in case of a nasty surprise...

[Number 2]

Feathers, the door opens and you walk through. About a minute later, a woman walks in after you.

Anechka tugs her goggles up over her forehead, and gives a friendly smile to the person already inside.  "I guess you're here for the job as well.  Any idea what the drek that just went down outside was about?"

Marcus, the Quartermaster returns with the two backpacks, as well as 50 Sub-sonic and 50 AP rounds for a Sporting rifle.

[Csjarrat]

Fuck knows. Those security boys and the gangers don't like sharing this city and like to start shit in Neutral territory. I'd assume more of the same but the sec guys seemed pretty lightly armed to go looking for trouble with those chrome-domes. Yeah I'm here for work too. Name's Feathers. Well it ain't really but you know what I mean...You get caught up in that shit back there? Came out alright if you did?