[Volker]

"Please do give us the contact information. Apart from this, I think we know what's to be known. I'm ready."

MacC gets up, ready to leave. He nods to Mr. Johnson. "Thanks for you confidence. We won't disappoint you."

[8-bit]

Binary listens in silence. The truth was, he would have done the job anyway, for the kids. Even if he wasn't getting paid. He kept his mouth shut though, as the others did their stuff.

He winces inwardly when Sterling convinces the Johnson to nervously hand over a credstick. The guy stood no chance.

"Anyone have any questions? Mr Johnson's time is valuable and we have a drug cartel to dismantle and a neighborhood to save"

"No more questions." He looks at the Johnson. Carefully, he mentally sends a message.

<<To Johnson: [Unknown Commcode] For the kids, we'll do it. Be safe; it's a dangerous place out there.>>

Binary notices everyone else getting ready to leave, so he follows suit.

[RagallachMC]

"As you wish", says Johnson and he reaches down and fiddles with his commlink for a minute.  Each of you receive a small text file with a list of 3 names  with commcodes and addresses.  Theres another commcode at the bottom of the message.

Emil Bakaza - 2300 62nd Ave.E, Tacoma

'Chomper' -South C Street, Tacoma

Meghan Ryan - 6100 Lakewood Drive West, Tacoma

"When you've completed your work, you can reach me at the number I just provided.  Good luck." 

[Volker]

Not even noticing the incoming message, MacC heads for the door. Life's a bitch sometimes. Nothing to do about it.

Outside, he waits for Mr. Johnson to leave, and the others to follow, then turns to his new team members. "Well, let's get shit done. I'd suggest we look for somewhere nice and cozy to have a little chit-chat as how to start, where to start and who we are. I'd invite you to my room but alas, I didn't clean up. Since it seems unlikely that we're overheard by professionals, I guess we just pick some club or something. I'd suggest something inside, though, cuz it's frigging cold. And some place with, you know, adjustable seat heights." He glances at Dave, and smirks.

[Raven Runner]

Dave

Not even noticing the incoming message, MacC heads for the door. Life's a bitch sometimes. Nothing to do about it.

Outside, he waits for Mr. Johnson to leave, and the others to follow, then turns to his new team members. "Well, let's get shit done. I'd suggest we look for somewhere nice and cozy to have a little chit-chat as how to start, where to start and who we are. I'd invite you to my room but alas, I didn't clean up. Since it seems unlikely that we're overheard by professionals, I guess we just pick some club or something. I'd suggest something inside, though, cuz it's frigging cold. And some place with, you know, adjustable seat heights." He glances at Dave, and smirks.

"Everyone's workin' to accommodate Dwarves now...you can raise you're seat, sure, but ya can't fuckin lower it!  Let alone widen it....or get any leg room.  Have you seen some of the new "troll friendly" places?   Seat goes down to the floor all right, but you're knees come up to your chin there still aint enough room under the table...nope, only option is a full troll bar, fair and square..."   Dave finishes her rant...then looks around and smiles... "yeah no.  Let's find a nice Dwarf friendly place hu?"

[Volker]

MacC rolls his eyes. "Let's not make this more complicated as it is. We go for a bar, I'll take a seat on an elevated chair and you just lean at the bar or something. Or we take one of these oriental shisha bars where you sit on a carpet or what.

Erm, anyone got a car here? I'm afraid I didn't take mine with me and people usually mind me flying to places." He grins.

[8-bit]

"I brought my bike if you don't mind holding on." Binary grins. "I only got room for one though, the rest of you are on your own."

Binary walks towards the bartender and slides a credstick towards him.

[Volker]

"I don't mind. Thanks for the ride, omae!"

As there appears to be no obvious danger worth taking any risk MacC drops the Stone Skin spell casting an ever so slightly shimmering green shield around him.

[8-bit]

"Null sweat, chummer."

[Imveros]

Sterling sighs a little as he thinks about his poor car before opening his mouth

"Well unless you have your own ride, i guess that means you have shotgun Dave. As for the rest of us, why don't we head on down to the Last Bite. Its a beer and sandwich shop just down the road. We can grab some dinner and grab a brew for the road. I have a feeling this is going to be a late night so we better eat while we can right?"

Sterling sizes up the group one last time

It's going to be a tough job, but if there is one good thing i can say about Johnson, he picked a good team for this one. Hopefully...

Sterling suddenly claps his hands together

"Well i booked us a rush job here so lets get to it. We have a neigborghood to save"

[Volker]

"Well, fine by me, let's get shit done."
He rubs his hands in expectation of a nice sandwich and a cool beer, then follows Binary to his bike.

[EDIT: Corrected the name.]

[RagallachMC]

Binary and Mac climb onto Binary's bike while Dave squeezes herself into the passenger seat of Sterling's car.  Sterling leads the way taking a right onto Pacific Highway east and winding his way deeper into Fife with Binary close behind.

The neighborhood becomes a little rougher as they make their way through the neighborhoods of Fife.  Brightly lit neon and corp owned commercial stores give way to warehouses, pawn shops and boarded storefronts.  Some toughs on a street corner give Sterling's car a hard eye, but all they do is look.

Eventually you pull up to Last Bite.  It doesn't look like much on the outside.  The wooden boards are a faded color than can only be described as 'greyish', All the widows look like they've been painted over in black and the only signage is a small wooden board with a crudely painted picture of a mug of beer and a sandwich.  Despite all this there's a line of bikes, cars and motorcycles parked in front of the place and the noise of a large crowd can be heard from inside.

[Volker]

MacC hops off the bike, nodding thanks to Binary. "Looks like we're the first here to grab something to eat."

He waits for Binary to secure his bike, then walks over to the entrance on his side. "That's a nice bike you've got there. Are you a rigger, too?"

Mac pushes the door open and enters the Last Bite.

[Raven Runner]

Dave

As the group sorts out a plan Dave weighs in at some point...

"Um, yeah...so at some point I might need to grab my bow...which is sorta actually in the Barrens right now."  Dave grins, then continues.  "Wasn't expecting a rush job I guess and it's not too popular on the bus...any way I can certainly roll with out it but it does pack a nice punch.  Maybe we can roll that way at some point?"  Dave looks hopeful, but unsure, and she is still happy to roll with the group until she gets a good chance to grab her bow and other gear from her loft.

[8-bit]

As Binary finishes securing his bike, he walks in with MacC "A rigger? No, nothing like that. Just a gift from an old friend."

He goes quiet in thought for a moment. He turns to MacC and asks "You said you fly to places?"