[Elektrycerze3]

After Moto's comment your Johnson simply clams up.

A unanimous laughter fills the resulting silence: after endless commercials and opening credits the trideo has finally started. On the gargantuan trideo screen two men in bizarre uniforms featuring a Tudor hat, apparently the protagonists of the story, are driving a red two-decker right into the oncoming traffic lane, all the while cussing at the "postal Brits going the wrong way".

Finally, Ms. Johnson continues: let's put it this way: I have an idea for a short trideo of my own for which I am ready to provide partial funding. Currently, I am looking for prospective partners. Let's just say that it's a sure blockbuster: the plot follows the adventures of a certain team of professional criminals who hijack a moving prison vehicle to daringly rescue a falsely accused individual. Of course, said individual remains completely unharmed. Now, I can invest something along the lines of 100.000 nyen. I can not disclose more at the moment, but if you are willing to enter into an NDA agreement, I can show you the draft of the script.

With that she turns to Moto: does this sound like work? Her smile and the heady smell of reseda make it a bit hard to focus.

[obidancer]

Kachina gave a look at the Dwarf. Some people should stay quiet in meet. Apparently following nuances of speech and metaphors weren't  Moto's forte.
 Nevertheless, the amount of the 'investment' was sweet music to Kachina's ears. Extractions were all ok by her standards, but the Prison vehicle part meant the security would be pretty heavy.
"I know the perfect 'Actors' for such a production.  I take it the filming will should take place very soon, right?"

[martinchaen]

Moto didn't quite understand why this woman was wanting to hire runners for a movie production, but if it paid well he'd pretty much drive anything, and he told her as much, in Japanese this time.

"Ms. Tanaka, if you need a stunt driver you've come to the right man. As long as it has a rig I can drive it; movie or no movie. I am honored to accept your terms."

[obidancer]

What was that? Chinese, Japanese, Korean? she didn't know,  but whatever the dwarf had said, she had no clue.

It comforted her in her idea to create her own team of runners, and act as one. Being an independent runner had its charm, and  splendor, but a team could pull much more weight in négociation. Yes, she lied about knowing exactly who would befit the job, but she was determined into finding the right persons who would follow her in the craziest run.

Could Moto be one of them? The two had briefly worked together on a couple occasions. His skills with vehicles were undeniable. But how would he play with others was still something to be seen. She was more than willing to take the chance with him though,  good riggers were valuable assets in a team.

[Triskavanski]

<< The cat nodded, adjusting his crown. "Of course! I can provide the comic relief!" He bounced excitedly. Not bound the rules of the physical world, he faded from view for a moment, taking a position nearest Kachina's shoulder. Such was augmented reality, If he couldn't watch from where he was, positioning AROs and the like would be so much harder.>>

In the real world, Carbonel continues to watch from his seat, still not moving much himself.

[Number 2]

"Hey, what wa-" Rolen was cut off when he saw the Johnson. "Oh." He smiled as she asked him to let her do the talking. "Of course." Rolen listened to her as she used the trideo as an euphemism.

[Elektrycerze3]

Understandably, you Johnson isn't eager to share all the details of the "script": Soon, yes. That is a busy business. I managed to get the prison vehicle for only one day, in approximately two weeks from now. There are also other vehicles involved, two escort cars. We have to shoot the scenes with them pronto as we hired a real shaman for that. All the other stuntmen involved are just expendables, but the shaman is a real deal. She smiles and turns in her seat to face Kachina: I reckon the involvement of a shaman in this production might pique your interest.

[Triskavanski]

<<"Great! That gives me enough time to go over my script and really check my performance!" The cat sits on the ball grinning, and quite ready for the job. Though for now, he seems to be calmer now that some of the details were out of the way. "Mail the script to my agent.">>

[obidancer]

As she heard they will have to deal with another Shaman, Kachina's face turned dead serious. Ever since the debacle  with the PCC shamans, she hated having to confront one. Not that she wasn't prepared for that, on the contrary; just that she knew things could always turn very bad and very wrong, and many get hurt in the process.
My interest and price at the same time. she answered the Johnson. This kind of 'consulting' doesn't come cheap nowadays. Extra preparation and planning will be necessary to welcome your special guest. We'll also need at least one extra person to assist. So I hope your 'investor' won't mind getting him a share too. . She paused for a short  second.
If so I believe we're all ready to start working on the project. Usual terms of 50% upfront, and full script with specifics to be send to us all asap. Do we have a deal
Kachina's voice was very assertive and confident. She had conducted these sort of negotiation in the past and her body language left no doubt she meant business.

 She looked at the three others who will be part of the Run, see if they would object to anything. As her eyes stopped on the quiet young one hiding in his Chameleon suit, she wondered if she should have turned on her trodes headband, for any AR activity...

[Elektrycerze3]

After you accept, she nods and begins her pitch:
Alright, here is the gist of the plot. A innocent person is being transported from the Metroplex Prison to the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The vehicle is a Lone Star "Black Mariah" Ultra-Security Prisoner Transport Vehicle (USPTV). Besides the two LS officers in the USPTV, there are two escort cars with four people in each. One is a Lone Star Patrol car - regular schmuck. The other is a PCC security car. You can probably guess in which one the shaman is.
Johnson pauses just for a second, when a burst of laughter fills the Omnidome.
The convoy leaves late at night. For some background reasons (the writers will come up with something soon, I'm sure), the whole thing is being done in secret. Of course, explosions look better at night, and it rationalizes the I-5 being free enough for high-speed chases.
You have to admit, she somehow manages to sound captivating. And even the loud and intrusive trideo with it's clownish music and the laugh track is powerless in the fight for your attention. Maybe it's something about the cadence of her voice or the fact that she's paying you a hundred thousand nuyen. It's definitely not the eye-contact as she seems completely focused on the screen.
The protagonists yank the poor innocent soul free and keep the poor thing save and sound until there is an opportunity to reunite the unchained prisoner with his loving family. Of course, the family is happy to recompensate the runners for their trouble: after all, they kept their relative absolutely unharmed.
Like it always happens in trideo, the KE don't arrive in time to do anything. That would just bog the things down, wouldn't it?
As your Johnson slowly pulls out an old fashioned data chip from her pocket, she turns and smiles at Kachina: here is the chip with the technical details: shooting locations, vehicle characteristics, profiles of some of the stuntmen involved, thank kind of things.
Just before passing it to your shaman, she asks politely:

Do you have any questions?

[obidancer]

Kachina took and pocketed the datachip with a nod to the Johnson.
Only one: how long until the Family can reunite with the prisoner? in other word, how long will the protagonists will have to look after the prisoner?
Outside of that piece of information, Kachina was ready to leave. The new team had a lot of planning to do and preparation work and she wanted she could meet quickly with the runner she hoped would join and complement the team. Her Friday night fun was over, now that they had a run to do, she was all business.

[Elektrycerze3]

Just enough to show all the characters in enough detail. Make the viewers sympathetic towards them. Story-wise the writers explain it as a need to lay low for a wile, shouldn't be longer than a day - she answers with a habitual smile.
On the chip you will find keys to a bank account with your operating budget. Give it a few minutes to show up.
Then it becomes a little awkward as she apparently plans to stay and watch the trideo.

[obidancer]

I think I need some popcorns She said.
Kachina got up and made a sign with her head to Rolen to follow her. A quick glance at both the hairy Asian Dwarf and the young human in his chameleon suit silently stated her intention to leave.

She turned back the Johnson a brief second to add:
Rest assured it will be a blockbuster

Then proceeded to walk out.

[Triskavanski]

<<"Ah ha of course! And there is the part where the thing and the thing do the one thing! Until then, Toodaloo!" And with that, the cat jumps back into his ball, the icon shattering into a lot of pixels>>


Back in the real world, Carbonel gets up, pretty sure he did make some sort of appearance for the others involved in the job. He was after all, a very shy person face to face, only though the relative anonymity of the matrix could he really function socially.

With the acceptance of the job as well, he stands to quickly move out of the theatre.

[Number 2]

Rolen quietly paid attention to the Johnson. His heart started speeding up. Explosions, gunfire, yes... he could see it now. It would, no, will be glorious. His thoughts of mind bending destruction were halted as Kachina said his name. "Coming." He said, standing up to follow her out.