[Csjarrat]

Everybody move, NOW! No heroics, back to the exit. Summon what help you can!
Feathers bolted for the exit, summoning an air spirit to help defend them as he tore back down the path they entered as fast as he could. There was no good in confronting it here, as it is now. The gangers had their proof and that should be enough to secure their support.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena will lower the sax while looking at the man.  Kneeling from the stool, she will carefully place the sax in its padded slot in the case, picking up the coins as she does.  She will stand and stretch, it has been a while since she has played that much at a time.  Too long.  She will withdraw a small silver case and lighter from a pocket, open the case, and take one of the small Russian cigars nestled inside.  She will offer the case to the human as she lights up.  After the first pull on the somewhat acrid cigar, she will reply.  “No, it is something of a harsh day, is it not?  I think both for the weather and for the coins.”  She has never got the Russian accent out of her speech and long ago gave up even trying to.

She will shrug, “Still, I seem to be getting all of the coins for being out here in this drek.”  She will eye him up and down, frankly examining him, then she will nod.  “But I do thank you for noticing me.  And for your kind words about my talent.  I am good, yes, so why should I not say it?  But times are hard, even for good musicians.”  She will hold out a hand, “My name is Olena, Olena Stravinsky.  And I am afraid that the best I can do just now is walk with you to that kaf man over there.  You can treat me to one of his 'specials' and we can talk for a few minutes.  I am afraid that I cannot yet leave this, this mansion of a playhouse.  But I will talk to you of this club you know of because it interests me.  Perhaps you can take me to dinner there some night to show me to it?”

[SgtBoomCloud]

@ Arc  You hear the buzz that indicates someone at the garage door. When you check the feed it's one of the Howlers with a package. Opening the door to let him in you see that the rain is beating steadily outside.  And it's cold enough to make his breath into a cloud of fog outside on the step. Coming in he's grinning. He hands you a package. "We got 9 of them, 6 are almost full sets. Damn KE's way to damn slow ta be playin' hopscotch wid Howlers!" he says pridefully and then throws his head back to let out a howl."Don't let none 'o that be going ta' waste. Sloop's doing a night 'fa them parts." he says grinning and slapping you on the shoulder. Turning he says, "I got ta bounce. Lupo say he 'spect they be up an in they place by tonight." and strolls out the door. When you examine the parts they are mostly intact. & 7 of them have a decent amount of wire with them that's been cut. The last 2 have the wiring ripped right at their entry points and it'll be some work to replace them. You'll probably need to replace their connection points as well considering how they were removed. And since they were hard-wired in they'll be need to be reconfiged for a button rig and transmitter and placed into a bigger box.
You're almost done examining them when you com buzzes with a message from Hrock. >>Hoi Cricket. I got you 17 full sets. I was able to get a deal on the boxes as well. Since you said you only needed them for a week I subbed in more used parts and got the cost down some more.  It'll be $137 altogether. I'll stop by the shop in about an hour or two to drop 'em off.<<

Arc could barely get a word in edge-wise, her mouth parted as she felt the shove on her shoulder, the short human nearly being knocked over as she glanced over the parts.  When the expected deadline came up, she gave a bit of a nasty smirk, giving a shove to the trog out the door and on his way, shouting out in her best Or'Zet.  Yeah, and I'll be he wants a side of fries with that too, huh?  You tell him he know better than to worry about this breeder, lest word gets out he actually cares.  Buzz off!

Shutting the door behind him, she grabbed the crate of parts and placed them on her worktable, taking stock of the quality of the parts..and the bits that were damaged.  "Drek...well, hopefully my other source will come through...at least Lupo will think he's contributed..." As if on cue, the message she was waiting for arrived, making her smile and pump her fist in the air, doing a little dance in the garage.  "Sweet!"  Punching in fast, she sent off another reply, checking the time

<<Message to: Hrock
<<Wiz!  I knew you'd come through for me.  I'll be out driving a chummer somewhere, so go ahead and leave it in the usual spot.  You have no idea how much fraggin' help this is.  The whole hood oughta thank yeh.  Here, for your trouble~
<<<Transfer nuyen (Arc->Hrock): $160
<<Don't spend it all in one place, Uncle <3

Feeling a lot better about her task, she clipped her equipment belt around her hips, checking her kits were in her car, and then was off the secure Duckdown and get the both of them to the Market.  The weather was dreary at best, vision was a bit of an issue, but the short stout human paid little heed, going just a wee bit faster than the wageslaves depending on GridGuide to get them to their cubicles.  It didn't take long to arrive at the Market, finding a secured space and locking up the sleek dark Americar.  They had some time, so she made sure to answer any questions the Ork had, if any, before departing, her grumbling stomach reminding her of the number one time-killer she was looking for: food.  She walked briskly against the chill rain, accidentally bumping into a good many people on accident, but a look from her purple-irised cybereyes prevented any confrontation as she looked for sustenance.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena will bend back down to the sax case and pull a laminated card out before shutting and sealing it.  Standing, she will place the card on the stool.  Neatly written on the card in block letters was the message "Back in 15".  She picks up both of her cases and walks with her new friend to the Kaf'N'Snack shack about 20' from her small shelter.  She orders a straight soykaf, ignoring the fancy specials and turns to look at the human that is buying.  "So, what do you do and how do you know this guy with a club?  If that was a pick up line, it was pretty original, but I know there are far prettier girls just over at that booth, so that's probably not it."

She will stand drinking her cheap soykaf and smoking her cigar while listening to the human, but there is always a part of her consciousness that is trying to be aware of her surroundings and she cannot help but notice the human girl with the skinny Ork in tow as she stalks across the Market.  She seems to be on a mission and not particularly careful about where she is going.

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  Lance suddenly straightens and gathers mana into a huge shining shield. He follows after the rest of you, constantly looking back to make sure you're not being followed. Merlin grabs him and hauls him along by the back of his armor. But instead of being incentive to hurry this seems to give him license to no longer watch where the rest of you are, as he lets Merlin just haul him, his attention now completely focused on your rear guard. Mermaid summons a water sprite that swims back and forth gracefully around her. "Tsunami! Guard us!" she screams at it, racing ahead of you all then, racing back to her body. You feel yourself being buffeted. Wait! That's actually helping you somehow. A tailwind? A tailwind! The air spirit is creating an astral wind to speed you back!"Incoming!" you hear Lance shout. And the sound of a massive tentacle rending metal is heard. And the air spirit screams a challenge. The rushing wind of a gathering storm is heard behind you. And you hear Merlin shout, "NO!" as Lance screams. You're bodies are just ahead! If you can get to them! And then silence, and the shock of a sudden re-entry! And then the noise of the bar erupts around you as your spirits reintegrate with your meat bodies. And Lance jerks up screaming and holding his arm. Merlin, clumsy with re-entry and need rushes over to him, half falling in his haste. "You arm man, you arm! You ok!?!" Lance has clamped his lips shut, but he's grey with the pain. He's holding his arm against him guarding it, and he's rolled into a fetal position. Mermaid seeing them rushes over. "What happened!" She asks her brother urgently. "That tentacle thing smashed right through his shield and his arm! Lance managed to slice it with his sword and then the two spirits attacked it! Blocked it an let us get away! But Lance man! Get Sioux!" Mermaid rushes from the room looking like a bulldozer.

[ismilealot]

@ Yelena  He looks down at you and smiles, "Don't underestimate your charms. Those girls are cute, yes. But there's something special about you. The way you move. The way you pour yourself into your instrument. It's passion, something that can't be faked, and carries over into so many other areas in life." He smiles at you again. A warm lazy smile as he looks you straight in the eye and sips his 'kaf. "But, I do also have a friend who owns a bar. And since I've always enjoyed the company of beautiful women, why don't you allow me to buy you drinks there, and we can talk to my friend afterwards." he pauses slightly and raises an eyebrow "Or maybe that can wait until after breakfast." he proffers a card. "I can pick you up wherever you wish at 19:00." Looking at the card it reads, Rag-Tag Trouble We buy scrap metal Sam Webster TX99521CX60222.

[ismilealot]

@ Duck & Arc  The rain and the chill make for a miserable day. But that means parking is easy to find and the food vendors aren't busy. Arc has her choice of 'kebabs, burgers, and veggie bites, and even in the rain Arc's hungry stomach can smell the grill and the savory spices as she makes her way through the market. As Duck moves through the market he notes the gang colors, the Ancients are most prominent. But only a little more so than usual given that they're currently running The Market. It's still a little early for the meet. And the spot where you were told to meet him is currently empty.

[Csjarrat]

Feathers shakes off the momentary disorientation and calls out to his spirit
Are you ok out there?
Frantically he looks around at the others, rolling off the mucky mattress and pushing himself upright as quick as he can.
He cockles slightly in his rush, hobbling over to the wounded Lance. Shit, come on, we must keep moving.
It is waking up and it will be on the trail of our astral signatures. Call your guys, we may need them. Preferably in great numbers and heavily armed!

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena reads the business card and looks up at the man, appraising him.  She enters the information into her cybered 'link and puts the card in a pocket, all without taking her eyes away from his.  "You are rather smooth, Sam Webster.  You have a way with trying to separate a woman from her clothes."  She shrugs and gives him a dazzling smile.  "But you interest me.  Yes, very much.  If you can front the dinner and breakfast, I can front the in between.  And I can promise you that you will not be disappointed with my passion there, either."  She checks her internal clock and finishes her kaf, then smiles at the man again, "I am now sorry.  I am afraid my break time is over.  I may be occupied this evening, so can I make the rain check if I am?  I am expecting a call and may be busy, but I will let you know, Sam Webster.  I like that name."  She nods to Sam, picks up her cases and walks back to the small shelter.

She kneels down to open the sax case and puts her placard back in it.  Using some of the morning's creds she seeds the case and takes a seat on the stool.  While warming up the sax she sends a note.  <Blindside.  Wanderer.  I was approached by a human male using the name Sam Webster.  He claims to be with a company called Red-Tag Trouble.  No obvious gang relationship I could see, but he was dressed for the weather so anything might be hidden.  Do you know anything about him or his company that might be a security issue?  If he is legit, let him be.>  She will also set her 'link to making a search for the company and the man's name to see what the public matrix has to say.  At the least the company should be listed with the business directory.  After the sax is warmed up again she will play a second set, again mostly soft jazz, but still takes requests.  She smiles as she thinks of the handsome Sam Webster and his compliment that she puts her soul into her music.  It has been a while since she has heard that.

She notices the short human female and the skinny Ork again.   

[SgtBoomCloud]

@ Duck & Arc  The rain and the chill make for a miserable day. But that means parking is easy to find and the food vendors aren't busy. Arc has her choice of 'kebabs, burgers, and veggie bites, and even in the rain Arc's hungry stomach can smell the grill and the savory spices as she makes her way through the market. As Duck moves through the market he notes the gang colors, the Ancients are most prominent. But only a little more so than usual given that they're currently running The Market. It's still a little early for the meet. And the spot where you were told to meet him is currently empty.

The human clapped and rubbed her hands together in a combination of warding off the chill and in eager appreciation of the smells assaulting her nostrils as she settled on a pair of kebabs to sate her appetite.  "And here I half expected all grass and flowers and drek..."  Paying the storekeeper and tipping a little, she hopped through the rain, a little skip into her step as she tore into the various morsels of vegetables, soy cubes, and that soy-and-wheat protein synthetic mix that ALMOST tasted and felt like meet.  Yummy.

Not even checking to see if her ork friend was with her, Arc wandered about the Market aisles, noting the various shops and stalls with the various local bric-a-brac.  She gave a little smile, as this place was somewhere she stopped by on occasion for curious mechanical parts and scrap...after all, you never know where inspiration might take her.  Looking around, she also noted the prevalance of the Ancients around.  She gave a nod whenever eye contact was made, a hard smirk on her face between bites.  Her face was likely known: despite being ex-Howler, her reputation as a mechanic got around, and a go-gang likes a cheap mechanic.

Eventually, her ears picked up the sound of music..strange on a wintry wet day in Seattle.  Nontheless, her feet wandered to the source of it, seeing the she-elf playing an old saxophone of all things.  She tilted her head, taking another bite and chewing as she listened and followed the rhythms of the jazz playing....not quite metal, but it still stirred emotions of the soul, and that she could appreciate.  Bobbing her head a little, her rain soaked hair dripped amid the wet as she listened before deciding to pay a tip herself.   20 nuyen...not much, but still a good amount.  "Thank the drek you're dry at fraggin' least.  Yeesh~" She joked to the keeb as she tipped, flashing a grin.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena smiles at the woman and says,  "For that sort of gracious tip you are more than welcome to stand under the roof of the palace and stay out of the drek.  Do you like jazz?  I can try to play anything you like if you have a preference.  Mine is jazz, but it is not the same for everyone."  She nods her head at the Ork, "Is he yours?  I mean, is he with you?  If so, he may also share me, but it may be crowded."

[Triskavanski]

Masqurade felt she waited long enough now, and sends the coords to Lupo as well under her howler persona.



<<Message: Lupo>>
<<Found a location that reaks of death and misery. IF she wasn't at least here recently, we're gonna be in a long ride.">>

[SgtBoomCloud]

Yelena smiles at the woman and says,  "For that sort of gracious tip you are more than welcome to stand under the roof of the palace and stay out of the drek.  Do you like jazz?  I can try to play anything you like if you have a preference.  Mine is jazz, but it is not the same for everyone."  She nods her head at the Ork, "Is he yours?  I mean, is he with you?  If so, he may also share me, but it may be crowded."

Arc gave a smile and sigh of relief at the invite, wasting no time to shift under the cover of that particular spot, finishing off her kebab with a couple quick bites and discarding the stick.  "mmph, much appreciated. Come on, Duck, I ain't keen on sittin' under the wet seek for two fraggin' hours.  Much appreciated, omae.""
Turning to the side, the human flipped her hair to one side and wrung out the excess rain from it, lifting the side of her sweatshirt to do the same for it.  In doing so, her best peeked out for the elf, the armored plates bearing the stylings of Howler garb.

Arc did take note of the deep accent the musician carried, unable to identify it but knowing she was foreign.  Stretching, she took a relaxed stance, putting her hands in her pockets.  "i don't go out of my way for jazz, but a slitch can appreciate it all the same.  And I ain't gon' ask you to play metal on that thing.  Don't seem right.  Name's Arc by the way..". She nodded her head before withdrawing a cigarette and placing it to her lips.  "Ah...do you mind?"

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers "We hide your trail. . Tsaa 'Na 'Mee is almost spent. No More!" Just then the door crashes open as an older orc rushes in, Mermaid in tow. He drops down to Lance's side and shakes his head. "E'Euowet heana meh ....." you hear him begin to mutter as he gathers and focuses his magic into Lance. The troll is looking a little better already, his races natural strength and resilience asserting itself.

[ismilealot]

@ Masquerade Lupo answers you. >>What the drek do you mean long ride?<<

@ Yelena  Sam smiles back at you. "Dinner and breakfast it is then. Make a rain check with your other date." he says, very sure of himself. "And dress to kill. I intend showing you a very good time tonight." He smiles and walks away then. A ground eating saunter that shows an athletic build. He seems to know you're watching him and enjoys it.
In a few minutes you get a reply from Blindside>>Wanderer, No records of Rag-Tag Trouble owning a booth here. Matrix search shows him in the directory for lower North Issaquah.<< 
Your matrx search shows the same with the additional information of an address and advertisement blurb.