[Poindexter]

"I'm familiar with this area, and it looks like Krubb territory to me. Do you know if this trap house is being protected by the Krubbs? A bunch of junkies is one thing, but armed gangers standing in our way is another. Easily handled, but that's the kind of thing I'd like a heads up about."

"Ya betchyer ass it is."

It's been about 5-7 minutes since you messaged Camm. Still no answer.

[Laereth]

">Curbstomper? Figures.<" Baba shakes her head slightly, before remembering that she's still talking to the Johnson.

"I'm familiar with this area, and it looks like Krubb territory to me. Do you know if this trap house is being protected by the Krubbs? A bunch of junkies is one thing, but armed gangers standing in our way is another. Easily handled, but that's the kind of thing I'd like a heads up about." Baba continued to stall, wondering what was taking Camm so long to reply.

">I know Curbstomper. He's an asshole, and you won't see me complaining if we have to put bullets in him. Especially if he's meddling with voodoo spirits...<" She represses an urge to shiver at the thought of voodoo spirits. ">If he is, and we end up crossing paths with him, we'll get to see my girl in action. That's your specialty, right?<" She directs this towards Athena, trying to sound encouraging, though it came off a little forced. She was still getting used to this whole 'parent' thing, and still didn't know how to really talk to her daughter.

">Still, it sounds like this house may be owned by someone independent of the Krubbs, who Twine also wants to see six feet under. That significantly reduces my conflicts of interest. May even get to poach a reward from Curbstomper and get paid twice.<" She made a mental note to mention that to Camm, if his information confirmed her suspicions.

At the mention of her name, Athena turns her face toward Baba and smiles. It's not likely to come out right. The Astral Perception changing the look to be kind of through her as opposed to at her and the parts of Baba's aura that come to the surface make her uneasy and off balance. The smile ends up forced. She stays quiet though and nods. Not sure if anything needs to be said. she suddenly remembers this is all happening through her headphones and takes out her commlink and types.

I'm good with it.

She tries to sound confident but she knows it doesn't come across that way.

[Laereth]

She looks to the Johnson and takes a moment to assense him.

8d6t5: 2 [8d6t5=2, 2, 2, 4, 1, 5, 2, 6]
http://orokos.com/roll/220325

Edge
5d6t5: 1 [5d6t5=4, 5, 3, 2, 4]

3 Total.

[Laereth]

Message > Mom, Zip,San Fran (Francis)

This guy is really scared. The way he's talkin' to mom, I'd say something else is pushing him over the edge. If one of you has got some cram on them, I'd bet he would open right up.

[Poindexter]

Athena's typing on her comm is starting to make the Johnson visibly nervous. He's starting to suspect that the group is stalling for some reason and he doesn't like it.

"Look, I wasn't lookin fer no fuckin' bullshit here. We got a deal or what?"

[reyjinn]

"Look, I wasn't lookin fer no fuckin' bullshit here. We got a deal or what?"

Francis looks perfectly at ease in his corner of the booth as the Dixie started getting more nervous and glancing towards the exit. Trying to nip any thoughts about running for it in the bud Francis leans forward addressing the Johnson, "Settle down Mr. Johnson, don’t go doing anything stupid now, we’re taking your job. We just want to make sure all our duck are in a row, this is all business as normal here. Like you said yourself, the house is in Krubb territory and you don’t fuck around there without having your shit straight.” Francis pauses for a moment maintaining eye contact with the seemingly overwhelmed Dixie, "Now the question is if you want to tell us what is really going on with that house, because it sure as hell isn’t just your average traphouse, am I right? You do realize there are absolutely no positive outcomes from withholding important information from the people working for you, don’t you?"

[Poindexter]

"Look, I wasn't lookin fer no fuckin' bullshit here. We got a deal or what?"

Francis looks perfectly at ease in his corner of the booth as the Dixie started getting more nervous and glancing towards the exit. Trying to nip any thoughts about running for it in the bud Francis leans forward addressing the Johnson, "Settle down Mr. Johnson, don’t go doing anything stupid now, we’re taking your job. We just want to make sure all our duck are in a row, this is all business as normal here. Like you said yourself, the house is in Krubb territory and you don’t fuck around there without having your shit straight.” Francis pauses for a moment maintaining eye contact with the seemingly overwhelmed Dixie, "Now the question is if you want to tell us what is really going on with that house, because it sure as hell isn’t just your average traphouse, am I right? You do realize there are absolutely no positive outcomes from withholding important information from the people working for you, don’t you?"

The johnson drums his fingers nervously on the table, puts his smoke out and lights another, seeming to consider your words. He looks at you really close, sizing you up before responding. "Thank this aint a dopehouse? Walk up in thar and see fer yerself." He takes a long drag off the smoke. "Thang is, It's sorta, whutcha maght cowl an... experimental partnership." Another drag off the smoke. "Sorta, a secret partnershiyp. Weyal, come tomorrow mornin, the secret's gown be aht. An ah caynt have thayt." He raises his eyebrows a bit. "An thayts all thar iys to it."

[Ryo]

Baba considers the Johnson for a moment, making sure he's not hiding anything else. Judge Intentions Charisma 2 + Intuition 6: 8d6t5 0

Deciding he's probably on the level, she shrugs.

"As long as we get paid, that house will be gone by morning." She insists confidently.

">Any ideas on how we're going to pull that off? I'm personally thinking fire might be too slow, and too easy to put out. I don't wanna have to wait around all night watching the house to make sure it burns. A few demo charges in the right places and the whole thing will topple in seconds.<"

[Poindexter]

Baba considers the Johnson for a moment, making sure he's not hiding anything else. Judge Intentions Charisma 2 + Intuition 6: 8d6t5 0

Deciding he's probably on the level, she shrugs.

"As long as we get paid, that house will be gone by morning." She insists confidently.

"Fuckin A. Nah thar's only one contayct in that link ah gave yeh. Yew hiyt me up own it when it's awl duhn and we'll meet uhp." At that, the man stands up, reaches into his pocket and produces a credstick, also with the same type of wood grain decal as the meta link. He says "Yer boah SixSeven sayd it wuz twenty perceyent upfruhnt." leaves it on the table and walks toward the front door. As he nears it, a yellowcab driven by a human pulls up at the curb. Without missing a beat, the Johnson opens the rear door and steps in. Moments later, the cab is gone, leaving the three of you here among the sights and smells of Big Slade's truckstop. Even compared to Hornet's apartment, this place reeks. Athena doesn't mind so much. She's made due with worse.

[Laereth]

That man is as ugly on the inside as he is on the outside.

Athena glances at Hornet and Baba as she says it.

[Ryo]

Baba smiles slightly at the look in Athena's eyes, the way she seemed to look into people, instead of at them. She remembered her father using that trick to read people, some kind of magic sight the mages could do. It was a useful trick, and he always did like to complement her aura, whatever that was.

"Come on, we should meet up with Zippy and discuss how best to do this. At the very least, we're gonna need to find something flammable." Baba remarks, standing from the booth and heading back out towards the vehicles.

[reyjinn]

That man is as ugly on the inside as he is on the outside.

"I’ll believe that well enough, them dixies are a vile lot." As Francis stands up he picks up the credstick left by Mr. Johnson, "But I guess their nuyen spends as well as anyone’s else." Once Baba has cleared the way out of the booth Francis follows her out of the bar going towards the cars.

>>”What do you guys say, should we start off by finding a relatively safe place to stow some of the cars?”

[Ryo]

">I'll send my Americar back home on auto pilot. I've never cared for driving.<" Baba replies, nodding at Zippy and disconnecting her visual feed to him before heading to her trunk.

>>Send Command: Americar
>>Pop Trunk.

The trunk pops open as she approaches it and she pulls out the duffel with her HK XM30 without missing a beat, picking up the claymore and slinging it over her back with the other arm before slamming the truck shut.

>>Send Command: Americar
>>Return Home.

Immediately after, the Americar starts up and drives off on its own, returning to the garage behind her place she had programmed as its home location.

"Which one of you is driving?" Baba asks, pulling out her Ballistic Mask and putting it on. She was immediately grateful for the respirator, completely eliminating the smell of the swamp and pollution.  "We're on a time limit, so lets not hang around."

[Koshnek]

With the meeting over and the team leaving the truck stop, Zippy relaxed just a bit. He's never cared too much for social encounters, and he is glad to have avoided this one.

">I'll send my Americar back home on auto pilot. I've never cared for driving.<" Baba replies, nodding at Zippy and disconnecting her visual feed to him before heading to her trunk.

"I..appreciate you guys covering the meet. Thank you. I've pulled myself together a bit for the mission, but...I'm still not to keen on interacting with people.

"Which one of you is driving?" Baba asks, pulling out her Ballistic Mask and putting it on. She was immediately grateful for the respirator, completely eliminating the smell of the swamp and pollution.  "We're on a time limit, so lets not hang around."

At the mention of driving, Zippy gives his biggest, happiest smile. "That'd be me! You hurt people. Hornet talks to people. Athena does magic. Me? I drive. I like driving. Nothing better. Wish Growlie was here. He's the best. Be hard to do a mission with a dirt bike though. Growlie understands." He took another couple deep breaths, popped the trunk and turned the lights back on. "Uh..anyhow, feel free to transfer any gear you need over to Taco. If we need more space, I can send some of my gear with your car and I'll come get it from you later."

Zippy stopped to consider the options ahead of him before continuing. "How are we going to handle making our way to the house? I recall the area. Like I said..sometimes on a rough day I need more than my meds. The roads are usually clogged with junk, and its never the same streets. The Star patrols keep tabs on the comings and goings from the edge of Krubb territory, and I'm sure the Krubb takes note of unknown vehicles entering their turf." Zippy flashes another huge grin. "We don't need to worry about anyone catching us. I don't see us going unnoticed though."

Zippy trailed off and  took one of his dreads between the fingers of his right hand and gently rubbed it between them before continuing a few moments later.  "If I'm not mistaken, there are corps across Phillips from Krubb territory near the location. If anyone feels like walking, we could make it to the house within a half hour tops I think." He grinned again. "But I could be off, walking's not my style. Not that I have style. That's the Fancy Man's department. No, riding suits me more. Too bad Growl..." Zippy stopped and sharply shook his head a few times. His dreads fanning out haphazardly from underneath his biker helmet. "Sorry. Anyhow, I think that might be the safest approach. Although that leaves us vulnerable after we light the house up."

Zippy suddenly lights up and looks at Baba hopefully. "Baba. Do you know of any safehouses near the building we have to burn? If so we could use option one or two to get to the mission, and lay low nearby until its safe to collect our reward. We may want to use a different car on the way out if we drive in and stick around. Someone might remember Taco from that night that one house on Augustine burned down, you know?

[Ryo]

"Yeah, I know a place. One of Camm's holes, but it'll do if we need a place to lay low." Baba lights another cigarette before tossing her gear in Zippy's car.

"Trap house probably has a car somewhere. If looking out of place is a problem when we're leaving, we could always boost a car that looks like it belongs and ditch it on the other side." She eyes the line of people waiting to buy gas, getting an idea.

"You got an empty gas can in there?" she points to Zippy's car.