[Zweiblumen]

Thinking on the jargon and types of anonymization used in the transcripts Taylor tries to narrow down where this information could have come from.  He knows better than to make copies to keep for himself, though he is sorely tempted.  So, instead he takes some notes and locks those away on a file so he can reference the pertinent details in the future.  Nothing conspicuious or revealing, just concepts and ideas.  No need to cause a conflict of interest down the road.  He is a professional after all.
The psyche helps him focus and hightens his task-driven personality even more.  With a great sense of accomplishment, he wraps things up, pats Winston on the head and heads down stairs.  An AR notifcation of his delivery lets him know to check the receptical to retrieve his new camera.  Meticulously opening the packaging, removes the device and stashes in on of the many pockets in his suit.  One of the nice things of his eccentric style is that he's got lots of storage!  Not quite sure what today is going to bring with him, he packs all of his gear including his baton.  It's not likely he'll need it, but he's feeling a bit paranoid right now.  Between the data he's packing and the effects of the psyche, the world seems to vibrate around him.
"Mum, I'm gonna head out for some errands.  Enjoy your 'trids!  Call me if you need anything."
His eyes are dialated so even the weak winter sun is very bright.  He has to manually override the auto darkening of his contacts since it's not bright enough for them to try and compensate.  His mind racing at every thought that pops up, his walk to the deli seems to take forever even though its only 10 minutes away.  Finally there, he opens the door and enters the deli.

[Csjarrat]

Will do love!
The sound of the trids blared through the living room and into the hallway as you put on your shoes, stepping out into a grey and drizzly morning.
The smog hung low under the oppressive cloud layer, hazing the Arcology into a murky half-concealed form and rasping at your throat as you inevitably breathed lungfuls of it in.
A light drizzle doused your enthusiasm for the job a bit, slicking your hair down as you reach the busy deli, its windows steamed up from the heat of the inside.
You head inside to the lovely smell of fresh coffee and toasted sarnies, spotting bex sat at high table behind the pay-station. She appeared engrossed in an AR terminal and didn't register your arrival.

[Zweiblumen]

Taylor walks up to the counter and orders two coffees.  He looks around to see if there appears to be anyone else showing interest in either of them.  Bex is a pro, and knows her stuff, but you can never be too careful.  He walks over to the condiments and very carefully measures out an exact amount of sugar to add to his so as to exactly balance the bitter brew.  Bex's drink he leaves alone as he knows she likes her coffee black.  Satisfied that the situation is safe enough, he palms the two chips as he takes the drinks he goes over the terminal and sets her cup down over the chips.  He smiles his hellos and holds onto the two drinks, not yet offering her the cup.
"G'morning.  Gotchya cuppa here.  We lost a bit in the excavation, but the rest of it is available at your leisure.  Find anything for me?"

[Lumen]

After rapidly scarfing down what could easily feed two men Knives comes up for a breath and a shot of sake.  "Fuck me mate, I think this is real chicken in the General Tso's!  This almost makes the whole trip to Frogville worth it!  Except for the being whipped part by a fackin chain part.  Nothin can really make up for that."  He stuffs an eggroll into his mouth, "So enough about shitty France, other than this whole mess what's been goin on in the smoke since I've been gone?  More importantly when are we takin the fight to the bloody Maxwells?  You know me mate, I'll cut a drekhead at the drop of 'at!  Bout time we drop the 'at innit?"

By this time the sake had clearly gone to Knives' head as his accent was beginning to shine through, an act only anger or booze could provoke.  "I'm rarin' te cut a ma' facker... an ya know yer boy Tim is too.  Was gripin earlier bout it, 'ow 'e wants ta be an action man.  Well sounds ta me there's plenty o' action ta be 'ad.  Let's get aggro!"  He slams his fist on the table then pours himself another shot of sake and drinks it down.

[Csjarrat]

__Lumen__
Fack, Yeah I think it is! Facking beauuuutiful! Yeah how's your shoulder 'olding up? doc said you'd be right soon enough.
Well Spurs 'ave done alright. West Ham 'ave done shite, went to see 'em against Chelsea the other day and they were bollocks. Harry Lind'll be gone by month end, I tell ya. Shite. Facking pulled Wallace off just after he'd rattled the bar twice and put Johnson on instead. Facking prick then went an give away a prize penalty and we got fucking murdered from there on in!
He grabs another drink and cocks an eyebrow through the dark wooden lattice separating your VIP area from the main restaurant. Following his gaze,
you spot a burly bloke arguing with the waitress, pointing and gesturing in the general direction of the VIP area.
Fack, this doesn't look good..

__Zweiblumen___
She smiles and looks up from the AR feed, killing it with a gesture and greeting you warmly.
How are you Mams? Been a while!
She slid the brew across the table to herself, closing her legs together to receive the chips as the fell off the side of the table from under the container.
Oh that is a shame, how much did they lose in the end? mmhm, yep, I've got some thing for you! she dug around in a small handbag, searching for something at the bottom. She passes you a cheap and tatty looking commlink.
Thanks for saying you could fix this for me, the screen is pretty beat up as I said. If you could take it apart for me I'd really appreciate it.

[Zweiblumen]

"Too long luv, too long.  It was just one of the larger containters.  The rest of them made it to shipping intact.  I was going over some of the bills of lading for the boxes and found that some of the previous ports were very unusual.  A rather unique route was taken to get to the shipping yard."
Picking up the commlink and giving it a cursory inspection, he nods in appreciation.  "Sure thing, I can get it sorted this afternoon and have someone drop it off for you." he says knowing the unit was just transport for the credstick inside.

[Csjarrat]

Well its definitely reassuring that most them got there intact, but it seems odd that such a route was taken in the first place. Any surprises during the dig itself?

[Zweiblumen]

"You could say that.  It's possible we just got lucky when the first box fell of the truck and no one got hurt.  Everyone was braced for something to go wrong, but the crate just broke into tiny pieces with no other reactions.  The boys were cautious and tried to clean up the mess, but of course the contents were still destroyed.  Everyone was still very confused, between not being able to tell what was actually in the crate, and then the lack of exterior damage.  Have you ever heard of anything like that?"

[Csjarrat]

I have to admit, I haven't. Would it require an archaeologist with very specialised knowledge to examine these artifacts as you found them or could an interested amateur help out? It's an incredible shame for you that you've taken losses, but at least no-one got hurt. Best be extra safe for now  though!

[Zweiblumen]

"The paperwork is all there, any interested party can now go through and see what's what.  But as I said, the route the crates took was extremely unique and parts of the bills of lading required translating."

[Lumen]

When asked about his shoulder Knives lifts his arm and rolls it a few times, "Eh ain't nothin' another good night's sleep won't fix.  Only real bad part was sleepin in a fackin boat or cellar for a few nights afterwards.  After than even my shite bed felt like luxury."  He knocks back another round of sake, "Mate I been tellin' ya fer months that West Ham was gonna be bollocks.  Lind is a bloody wanker an a joke, Ham'll be better off when e's gone."

Following Johnny's gaze Knives tries to get a good look at the fella making a ruckus.  "You know that fella mate?"  Dialing up his audio enhancement he tries to get a better listen at what this burly bloke is going on about.

[Csjarrat]

__Zwei__
Interesting, I'll give it a look over then! Lovely to have bumped into you again, good luck with your next dig!
She smiled and reached down to pick up her fashionable handbag (probably a well rehearsed manoeuvre to drop the chips off her lap into it) and stood.
She gave you a polite hug, whispering in your ear: VR meet again tonight, keep your comm on for the host invite. Her high heels clacked along the polished floor as she ducked through the queue of customers at the counter, holding the half-drunk tea in her free hand.
She didn't look back into the shop after she left, taking a left and disappearing behind the steamed up glass.

__Lumen__
Your audio enhancement didn't really help too much, his level of agitation blurred the rapidly spoken chinese or japanese words into a never ending torrent. He was clearly upset about something and the waitress looked genuinely worried, pointing upstairs and seemingly genuinely apologetic to the pissed off bloke. Something about it seemed odd, the whole gesture looked like a "i was only following the bosses' orders" kind of thing and she was clearly getting a monster bollocking off someone she saw as a higher rank than her.
Johnny shook his head to indicate no, subconsciously opening his jacket wider to allow for better access to his weapons should it all go to shit.
This doesn't look good mate, be ready.
The girl began to cry under his verbal onslaught and looked over at the VIP area, her eyes locking with yours with an "i'm sorry" look in them

[Lumen]

"I'm always ready to tussle.  This better not be a double cross.  The family has enough on its plate."  Knives straightens up and enables his arm sling to deploy his taster at a moments notice.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen__
The angry looking bloke kicked the door open and gestured at someone outside as the girl slunk through the mesh screen behind the desk and headed upstairs.
Something about the whole affair made you feel uneasy, though you were clearly not welcome in chinatown based on your allegiance, the atmosphere had now turned decidedly more hostile.
Come on mate, think we best wrap this up before shit kicks off here.
Johnny tucks into the last plate of lemon chicken, keeping an eye half on the door

__Zwei__
The tea was pretty decent as you sipped it delicately (it was bloody boiling hot!) and you thumbed the "broken" commlink idly, feeling the hidden slide to confirm it was the usual credstick carrier. It rattled subtly with the door open a few millimetres, letting you know it was indeed the usual case.
You now had most of the day to yourself before the VR meet later and your drug-addled mind raced at the implications of your morning's research, unable to detach from a job done reasonably successfully.

[Zweiblumen]

Taylor's mind is seeing everything in pinpoint focus.  But he's lost direction, and he starts to mentally spiral.  Sitting there staring somewhat wall-eyed at the door as Bex leaves, he unconciuosly takes another drink from his tea burning his tongue.  This snaps his attention back to the here an now.  He pockets the fake comm link and heads for a walk.

On the way he thinks getting Winston a friend would be a great idea!  He starts compiling the new dog-sprite before he's at the end of the block.  He starts concentrating on AR and lets his feet take him where they will, the psyche courseing through his neurons allowing him to continue moving without distraction while simultaneously working in AR at his usual full speed.  Winston keeping pace beside him watches curiously as he goes through his routines.  Anyone watching would see a new persona appear next to him and Winston.  A large brindled bull dog with a thick broad chest and lean body.  It's broad head juxtoposed by the stub tail and short spine.  Winston and Victoria begin to investigate one another and get a feel.  Winston welcomes her to the pack and they begin to cause mischeif for Taylor.  He smiles and whistles at them, causing other pedestrians to look at him even more peculuarly than normal unless they happen to peek into AR.  It wasn't the best compilation he's done, and Victoria is no where near as quick to respond as Winston is.  Taylor begins the process of meshing Victoria with the Matrix to allow her to roam freely and not bring GOD down on them.
Hours go by as he wanders tweaking this and that, re-writing code and infusing other bits with resonance.  Finally, hes done, and he snaps his head back.  It feels like he's been hit in the solar plexus and he coughs up a tiny bit of blood.  People on the street start to come to his aid, but he waives them off.  "'tis okay.  Just a bit startled.  Thanks though." He says to the bloke that came to his aid.
With that fading done, he looks up to see Victoria standing proudly infront of him, eager to help.
Smiling he looks around and realizes he has no idea where he is.  He pulls up an AR map of the city and trys to pin point his location.