[Jack_Spade]

Mike had no desire to smoke anything, especially not if he might have to use Kamikaze in an emergency. So he just pretended to take a little puff from the joint.
CHA+Performance: 3d6t5 1

"Do I get this right: We either break into his sleeping quarters while the target is there, or we stage a little hit and run, knock him out and take all his valuables including that ring.

Skim kid, now why does that name ring a bell..."
Gang Knowledge: 8d6t5 2

[gilga]

Balls ask the following question

Whats so special about that ring? how does it look? I'd also appreciate a picture of the mark.

[Poindexter]

"Do I get this right: We either brake into his sleeping quarters while the target is there, or we stage a little hit and run, knock him out and take all his valuables including that ring.

One shrugs a little bit as he passes the spliff back through the circle. "Or whatever else yall decide to do. The plan is on yall, wiz? Alls I'm sayin is, less force used, less pride go come into shit and make a mug look too hard into how shit done came to be, wiz?"

Skim kid, now why does that name ring a bell...
Gang Knowledge: 8d6t5 2

He's a young cat. Latino Ork male. New on the block, but rising fast. Only been making a name for himself in the last couple months. Ruthless. Aggressive. Smart. Corner boy who loves expensive and flashy things. You've only heard the name, never seen him.

Whats so special about that ring? how does it look? I'd also appreciate a picture of the mark.

One reaches out and thumps the burner he just handed you with one finger. "Aint you listenin, kid? ARO on the burner. Pics and all that good shit." He smiles at you and cocks one eye-brow. "You sure you aint been burnin some of this before I showed up?" he indicates the spliff making it's way back around to you. "As for special... It aint shit special about it. It's just shiny as shit and flashy as fuck. Straight up jing here yall, wiz?"

He looks around at the group. "Now whatchyall think bout them masks, huh? A mug wanna place an order?"

[gilga]

Thanks but no thanks - you seem to be into something over your head looking like you do. You come late and you smoke drugs on the meetup. You bring us to high profile party to meet of the same Force we're going to mess with. Heck this ring dude may even be in there right now.
You are getting careless old friend.  And the parking lot is not a discreet place not at all.

I'll sit this one out unless you tell me what's the real story - are you in trouble?

[Poindexter]

Thanks but no thanks - you seem to be into something over your head looking like you do. You come late and you smoke drugs on the meetup. You bring us to high profile party to meet of the same Force we're going to mess with. You are getting careless old friend. 

I'll sit this one out unless you tell me what's the real story - are you in trouble?

He laughs and lets out a "Pffft" sort of noise. "Mug like me aint never in trouble. I just thought you was down. I thought you could use the work. I thought you was tryin to be some kinda runner or some shit, but I see your momma and your fuckin record company be takin real good care of a mug, huh?" He takes the burner comm back from you and hands it to the Janitor with the words, "You down, right?" He turns his head back to Balls. "You excused, yo. Enjoy the food. Feel free to get up on the open mic later on if you want, but I gotta deal with some shit at the moment, wiz?" He takes the spliff passed back to him by Dolly and waves you away with the hand holding it.

[gilga]

I do need the cash... I just suspect that there is more to it than you are willing to say.

'adios' guys
 he returns to the party.

[Poindexter]

After the well dressed elf has left the circle, One pulls out his comm and punches a few commands into it. "Yall still gonna need a face, wiz? I'm bout to dig into the vaults for this one..."

[Malevolence]

"If we're going to be working with a second stringer for a Face, we'll need a little extra for picking up their slack." The Zen was certainly making her more relaxed, and apparently more brazen. "In fact, give us a chance to review the ARO, get a feel for the job. If we think we can manage it as a two person job, we'll just split Balls's cut. Deal?" She wasn't sure if it was from the heat or from the Zen, but the buildings nearby were undulating a little.



Not sure what modifiers to add/subtract, so just rolling base:
Negotiate 3 + Charisma 8 = 11
Negotiate: 11d6t5 1
Sucktastic.

[Poindexter]

"If we're going to be working with a second stringer for a Face, we'll need a little extra for picking up their slack. In fact, give us a chance to review the ARO, get a feel for the job. If we think we can manage it as a two person job, we'll just split Balls's cut. Deal?"

He narrows his eyebrows and takes a long deliberate hit off the spliff, thinking about your proposal, probably doing some math in his head. Still not having exhaled, he squeaks out, "Well, I already called a mug, and he aint no second stringer, But tell ya what? I'll tell him to hook up with a mug tomorrow evening, round seven." He finally exhales the massive cloud of chem scented smoke. "Yall come get at a mug round six and lemme know whatcha think, wiz? If ya need the face, I'll send him your way bout an hour later, If ya don't..." He smiles optimistically. "If ya don't, I do ya six g's each and I do ya the masks for seventy-five percent off. Whatchyathank, yo?"

[Jack_Spade]

"First of all: I got my own mask. Thank you very much. Second: I got no problem with the run per se, as I don't intend to stay here for ever, but I agree with my chummer there, that the pay could be much better regarding the fact, that we have to be gentle and will face some very violent people without any compunctions to do likewise.

Now the facts: Where does the target live, what are his defenses and resources and most important: Is this hit time critical.
As I see it you can pick two out of three: Fast, cheap or subtle.

And let me be plain here: We don't necessarily need a face, although it would make a lot of things easier, but we definitely need reliable information. So drop that act for a moment and get real: Are we gonna start a gang war with this hit? If I am going to have that on my conscience I at least expect a decent compensation to sooth my bleeding heart. SOKA?"
Negotiation: 6d6t5 1

[Poindexter]

"First of all: I got my own mask. Thank you very much. Second: I got no problem with the run per se, as I don't intend to stay here for ever, but I agree with my chummer there, that the pay could be much better regarding the fact, that we have to be gentle and will face some very violent people without any compunctions to do likewise.

Now the facts: Where does the target live, what are his defenses and resources and most important: Is this hit time critical.
As I see it you can pick two out of three: Fast, cheap or subtle.

And let me be plain here: We don't necessarily need a face, although it would make a lot of things easier, but we definitely need reliable information. So drop that act for a moment and get real: Are we gonna start a gang war with this hit? If I am going to have that on my conscience I at least expect a decent compensation to sooth my bleeding heart. SOKA?"

He's clearly quite pleased with the way the conversation is going, or at least he's good at faking it. He raises both his palms toward you as he speaks. "Aight aight aight. Chill. Dang, yall mugs is more paranoid than I am. Lemme break it down, wiz? First off, I know you got a mask already, but you might not have one you can just dump and not give a fuck, wiz? As for where he lives, he aint really "live" anywhere, see. He jus got a buncha baby momma spots he stay at; least ten, twelve of em. Far as defenses, he puts most his money into flashy shit, so he gon have more bling bling than bang bang, wiz? He got a few real nice rides, a few real nice guns, nothin crazy. Still, I'd do recon of your own to make sure. He does have a thing for high end audio, so he's probably had his ears done. Probably got some high end shit put in, too. Now, on to your issue of time. Is it critical? Naw. Not really. Let's say the deadline is a week, but it's a soft deadline, chill? That's just how long I told my boy that it would take for me to get it. I aint finna get shot or nothin, he just gon start hasslin a mug, wiz? So if it takes eight days, ten days, whatever, I aint really give a fuck. I just don't want it takin no month an shit, ya feel me? Fast, Cheap, or Subtle and I get to pick two? I'm goin cheap and subtle. Fuck fast. Take your time. Do the shit right, yo. As for a gang war?" He gives you the kind of look you'd give a child who, despite trying their best, still can't remember their multiplication tables. Shaking his head, he says, "You smart, but you stupid too. Maaaaaan, I got connects all over the city, yo. Dixie mugs, fivers, Krubb fuckers, all types a minor little crews too that aint had they names ring out yet. And a mug be walkin freely through all they hoods, cause it aint no beef. If it was some beef, a mug would have to choose sides and most this city would be off limits. Fuck that shit, I got trains to bomb, yo. For real though, if yall aint know shit else about OneSixSeven, know that if he hirin you on some 'gang war' type a shit? It's on some stoppin it type a shit, and that's what's really fuckin real." He takes another hit from the rapidly dwindling spliff. "I keep tellin yall; This is just a simple ass jack move."

[Malevolence]

Dolly was remotely aware that the negotiation was going poorly, and was quite certain that the Zen was to blame. Her best course of action at this point was to cut her losses and try to get to a place where she could wait for the drug to wear off, then analyze the situation and see what could be salvaged. Also, the nearest grill was making some rather threatening faces at her, as well as belching its smoke into some rather obscene shapes, so she was more than a little panicked.


"So ka. I'll check da fax and get back acha 'round six 'amarra." Her speech was certainly regressing - her tongue was having trouble going where she wanted it to on the time scales necessary for proper speech. She'd need a written request in order to form a proper "t" sound. One did not smoke his Zen weak. She sent a mental command to her comm to request a copy of the ARO from the burner, along with a note to delete it upon reading - the file was on a burner for a reason, after all.

[Jack_Spade]

"Well, I'll extend you some trust on that. I'll do a little research of my own, but I think I'll get you your precious. Regardless, you'll hear from me soon."

To the pixie Mike said:
"Hey, are you ok? You look a bit pale around the gills. How about I treat you to some coffee while I do my research. Would give us also a bit of time to compare skills and tactics."


Mike starts an extended Matrix Search on the target based on the information One gave him (I guess it's with -2 modifier for obscure knowlede)
Matrix Search: 5d6t5 2
Matrix Search: 4d6t5 3
Matrix Search: 3d6t5 1
Will take about an hour and a half.

What I want to know: Where does he check in at what times (social media stuff), who is his current favorite girl, what does he drive and where does he like to park and finally: What kind of stuff does he reveal about himself (Music taste, favorite sports(team), etc.) that could be used lure him somewhere. 

[Malevolence]

She looked at the ork, his features becoming distorted, hellish. "'m arrigh. Jus' need a hour 'a 'lax." She struggled to pronounce the last word again, "relax. Cash ya affa da'." Too late she realized that when she had taken Zen before, it had been in a fairly controlled atmosphere. This was anything but controlled, and far from familiar. If she didn't find someplace more contained that she could crash soon, it could get ugly. Although, she could let the loa take over, get it's joyride, hopefully keep her out of too much trouble. It would at least be immune to the hallucinations. She pondered this while trying to hurry along the meet so she could get somewhere private and freak out alone.

[Jack_Spade]

Mike looked worriedly at the small pixie. He wasn't particularly surprised at her reaction - at that size and weight the blunt must have hit like smoke hut.
But neither did he know her nor her inclination to be helped. With magic types that kind of good samaritaring could get you into a world of hurt. So it was probably best to leave her be and get on with work:
"Soka. Don't get into to much trouble. I prefer my chummers to be alive on the run."

He took his leave and found a coffee shop with reliable matrix access, where he spent the next two hours looking up what he could find about the target.