[Volker]

After a few seconds he shakes his head, as if to shake off a memory or thought.
"Sorry, darling, to disappoint you. It's not like that. You ... just remembered me of someone. Anyway, do you need a lighter?"

His expression recovers. He looks stern again.

[Raven Runner]

Nell

After a few seconds he shakes his head, as if to shake off a memory or thought.
"Sorry, darling, to disappoint you. It's not like that. You ... just remembered me of someone. Anyway, do you need a lighter?"

His expression recovers. He looks stern again.

"Neh I'm good" she responds instantly, with out much apparent consideration.  At this point she stops glaring at Fy and takes a step back so she can lean against the wall.  She looks around at the rest of the group and the room and rotates her glass some more.

[8-bit]

As Arachnos scans his companions, he takes down some mental notes. Most of them appear to be mundane, with various amounts of 'ware, although he can't seem to get much of a reading off of Beetle or Neil. Anything is better than nothing.

He looks at Neil, who seems to finally have gotten her bearings. He asks, "You know anything about the Johnson, or are you in the dark like the rest of us?"

[Volker]

As if summoned by his name, the door opens, and Mr. Johnson enters the room. First thing you notice: He's big. Standing a good deal more then 6 feet tall, he's bulky, too. Second thing: He's hairy. Mr. Johnson has a long red mane, surrounding his head like flamers, and a bushy red beard.
He's wearing casual clothes. Blue jeans, and not a new pair. A black Scream Terror shirt. Sneakers. A green headband displaying a tree on a blue background. Leather wristbands.

"Oh ... uh, good evening, ladies and gents. So sorry for being late. I got caught in a traffic jam. I am Harry, Harry Johnson. Some also call me Hairy Johnson..."

He looks around, looking at all these faces. "Did you get yourself drinks already? It's on my bill, you know... Kay, let's see, who's there."
He again looks around. "Mercy, mhm. Titanium, good. Frozen Yoghurt, there. Arachnos... Where is Arachnos?" He glances up, looking for the man.

[Raven Runner]

Nell

He looks at Neil, who seems to finally have gotten her bearings. He asks, "You know anything about the Johnson, or are you in the dark like the rest of us?"

Nell looks back at Arachnos and shrugs, then turns towards the door as Johnson enters.

[8-bit]

Arachnos tilts his head as he stares at the Johnson. "I find it interesting that you are identifying all of us by sight. Very interesting indeed." Arachnos steps into his view and dissolves the illusion. "Does this satisfy your concerns?"

[Volker]

"Oh. I, uhm, didn't recognize you, obviously."
Well, what did you expect? That I would identify you by DNA sample in a kick-off meeting?

"Okay, great. So, we have Arachnos, Beetle and ... Nell. Very good, now."

He lays his hands in his laps and pauses, as if to collect himself. "So, I guess you do have many questions. Let me begin ...
I represent TerraFirst! which I'm quite sure you must have heard of. We do our best to protect nature and environment, and we're not afraid of using fire against fire. We are the freelancers of Gaia, if you want so say so. Thus, I guess, you and I are not so different. Only, you know, our aims are not quite the same.
That is, until now, because cash is going to make our aims your aims now. And our aim is to destroy a facility that threatens not only Sibirean tigers and some oak-trees but the lives of many people as well. There are going to be weapon tests - I'm talking of a weapon of the mean sort - going to happen in the rural regions of Russia. But we're not going to just sit by and watch - we're not going to let this happen. That means: You are not going to let this happen. Here's the objective: Go to Russia - we will provide a jet - and bring down this facility. Furthermore and more importantly: deprive them of the engineering plans of this weapon. And if you want to earn some extra nuyens: give us the names of those responsible for the construction of it. Or, if possible, their heads."
His expression darkens. His black eyes resemble chunks of coal amidst the fiery haze of his red mane and beard.
"Are you interested?"

[RagallachMC]

Beetle listens quietly, slightly disappointed at the runs location.  So much for a Paris vacation.. But as Johnson outlines the job, Beetle's apprehension level rises.  "Sorry Mr Johnson, but I've got some questions.  My major concern is that you said 'Siberian Tigers'.  I think Siberian Tigers are way cool and I'm all good for protecting them and some trees.  But I don't know about going to Siberia.  I hear the whole place is run by some major mojo spirit and that the place is crawling with werewolves.  Or werebears. Or were-somethings.  The point is, is that sounds pretty fraggin' dangerous.  So are we going to Russia or Yakut?"

[Volker]

Hairy Johnson looks slightly caugth off-guard. "Uh, Western Russia. I kind of thaught that Siberian tigers would live all over Russia. Do they not? I've never been there myself, to tell the truth. So, rest assured. I'm not dumping you in one of the most dangerous zones."

[RagallachMC]

Beetle nods at Johnson's answer, "That's chill, man.", and he takes a swig off his beer.

[Volker]

Mr. Johnson nods, then looks into the round.
"My ... organization will provide a private jet that will bring you to Moscow. From there you will have access to a helicopter. I was told, that Titanium can handle that craft. You will receive the exact coordinates as soon as you accept the job. From Moscow, you will fly there - or any place nearby - and start your, uhm, operation.

If anyone's out, let them now speak or horever hold their peace. I'm not going to discuss further details with dropouts."

[8-bit]

Russia? Not exactly a luxury spot, but the places we run never are.

Thoughtfully, he looks at the Johnson. "I assume arrangements have been made to bypass airport security?"

[Volker]

"They have. You are going to fly privately, for one. And you're not being asked questions, regarding items that you should, erm, pay duty on."

Hairy Johnson eyes the group, then hmm's.

He produces a small chip. "There you find the location and what little data we have on the facility you're going to attack as well as details regarding the weapon. Soon's you touch that chip, you're in. Fine about that?"

[8-bit]

Satisfied that he wouldn't have to deal with security, Arachnos shrugs and replies, "Works for me."

He waits for the others to agree to the job.

[Volker]

"Fine."
Hairy Johnson flashes a toothy smile, then turns serious again. "I'm surprised that in a team of six shadowrunners no one asked for how much the payment will be. I was assured you are professionals. You are, are you not? Matters are ... delicate in Russia.
Sixteen kay, by the way. That's a lot more than usual, since it's gonna take a while and you will have to buy a new jacket before you go to Russia. That said, there's not gonne be more from where they come. We're a non-profit organization and I have to admit that it makes me a little nervous that we even do have that amount spare.

If you have any questions on the job, right fucking now would be the time."