[OOC: ok, I'm back, this weekend was nuts..sorry about that guys, i was itching to post...you guys are really fun!]@B.B.
The sculpting of both the comlink's nodes is the typical straight outa-the-box, slowly rotating Renraku orb..one node is red, the other is blue. The company logo swirls over the surface and tips you off right away that one of the first hacking tricks you ever learned will probably work in this case. Renraku Ichi nodes which haven't been user-sculpted yet get a little confused when you up the terrapixels of your icon beyond 5G....this will cause the ichi to issue a harmless "upgrade sculpting now or later" prompt...all you do is select "later" and set a 30 sec interval for the reminder. If you then time your initial hack with the reminder, a hole in the operating system thinks you're an update and opens up enough to easily finish the job garnering a generic admin access to boot.
It seems quite apparent that these comm's weren't Jeshua's main one's....the last login on either one had been almost a month ago. Your search of the commlink's turns up a few emails and txt messages which reference Hannibal and Sam and only one reference to Lana. The info is so spread out that it makes sense that Visteon would have only been able to piece together the truth during investigations into suspicious activity and not during routine browsings....that's probably how Germaine never knew. To get an initial gist of your findings without having to read all the hits yourself yet, you feed the smart-browse function of your Browse program some parameters, cross reference it with your matrix-wide search, and it summerizes the content of the references as follows:
Browse program:
"Jeshua Robinson and Isamu Argentis seem to have been buying goods from Hannibal <<database cross reference: age 34, male human drug dealer out of eastern Bellevue>>. He works for Sam <<database cross reference: initial data-base scans indicate he is most likely a low level Mafia enforcer named Samuel Merkowski, age 36, male troll...confidence 89.3%>>. Sam's apartment is 1324 184th SE st. Apt. 7. Lana is unknown....only reference is: 'Hannibal: Sam'll throw in some time with Lana for just 20 nuyen extra.'...'Jeshua: no thanks, i'm good'"@Woofer
As you dust off some of those "Nuke'em" crumbs from your lap you look down at your beeping forensics kit and its associated ARO starts outputting a read-out into your field of view. <<Cannabis Sativa Astralus a.k.a Deepweed, mojo grass, mage mota, ...etc. TTHC content 87.3%....possible origin: Aztlan 98% certainty>>
@Cynthia:
[OOC: Summoning watcher Magic (mystic adept) 2 + Summoning 1=3 3d6.hits(5)=1. Drain=1S , Cha 5 + Will 4 = 9 9d6.hits(5)=4...no drain. Watcher will last 1 hour.]
You summon a watcher and it manifests out of the astral plane before you as a squirrel made of light....it fades back into the astral plane and as you close your eyes you can see the mental images it is sending you of astral space like a movie.
The watcher moves through the apartment door and through it's eyes you see yourself appear in a 2 meter long vestibule entrance with a room on your right. In front of you is a hefty troll in a wife-beater, some boxers and flip flips sitting at a small table looking at the far wall of the living-room, his single blackened horn comes out the right side of his head and twists itself half-way around the back of his skull. Laying on the table next to him you see a modified submachine gun which has had the trigger guard sawed off and a piece of a two-by-four nailed to the grip in order for his massive troll hands to even be able to hold the thing. Even though you cannot clearly see technological displays from the astral realm, you can tell he's most likely looking at a trid screen judging by the dull zoned out expression in his eyes.
The watcher checks the room to the right and you can see it's just an empty bedroom, but when it makes it's way back into vestibule and then the living room which spreads out to the right, you see 2 of the orks on a couch facing the far wall, also zoned out watching the same trid, occasionally laughing.
On another couch facing the troll, to your complete amazement, you see the 3rd ork sitting with his pants around his ankles having intercourse with a human female on top of him.....everyone else in the room completely oblivious to the rather graphic fornication going on right next to them!
The kitchen is just a section of the living room and the dishes are piled high, a pair of 5 inch long rat-roaches darting in and out of the mess. Other than the troll, the girl and the 3 orks you find no-one else. B.B.'s communication comes through your commlink sharing with you his findings.
@Mercedes:
"munch, munch, munch...."
[OOC: Assensing test Int 4 + Assensing 3=7 7d6.hits(5)=3...good roll]As you're relaxing and munching away sitting in the passengers seat, leaning up against the door with your legs curled up to your chest, you glance over at Jeshua's box which lays open next to B.B. who is punching away furiously at AR screens layed out in front of him. You realize that you are aware of something which you didn't sense before. The dime bag of deep weed is now sitting in Woofers lap and is no longer interfering with an underlying emotional impression which still weakly lingers around the box. You assense a certain nervousness....a personal secret emanating from the container. You lean over and grab it, B.B.'s AR screens shifting out of your way as if they had a mind of their own. You feel that the source of this emotion is strongest inside, connected to the chips, but not originating from them, but rather from the paper-back. Despite the ubiquitous nature of AR, nothing beats curling up on your couch with a musky old harlequin romance novel and you feel like at least this much you have in common with the missing boy. You pick up the book "Kombat Mage Karl: Asamando Chronicles," not your perferred choice of literture, and it even looks a little too kitchy for a teenage boy, with the famous hero depicted on the cover summoning an immense air elemental with several ghouls cowering in the periphery. As you page through the novel trying to follow the emotional impression you're picking up on, you notice a little piece of folded loose-leaf paper which definitely is the source of the emotions. You unfold the creased loose-leaf and you see a carefully colored-penciled drawing which looks like this:
