[HydroRaven]

[Wednesday, June 17th, 2076, 〜 23:45, Randolph Hotel, Oxford]

After removing her disguise and reverting to what she was first wearing when she got in the hotel, Mel got out and took Frenchman's arm. Walking a bit, she suddenly told him that she wasn't feeling so well and the pair made their way to the room they had rented.

"Guess we'll have to help the others before we get to play" said the slender elf, a wink and a smile playfully displayed on her face as she looked down the window. She didn't like the idea of climbing down a building, but she liked bumping into that unpleasant drake again even less. So once everything was set up, she climbed down, thankful they hadn't booked the penthouse suite for the night.

The brown-haired woman passed the railing and let herself fall, seemingly into the night. Peeking over the edge revealed that she had actually precisely calculated her fall, using the balcony from the floor below to deflect her motion and project her onto an alcove on the third floor. In an instant, she turned around and launched herself back down, using a ledge on the second floor to break her momentum before graciously landing on the ground floor, waiting for the Frenchman to join her.

Roll to climb down: Climbing Down 〜 Agility 10 + Gymnastics 4: 14d6t5 3 no glitches. I don't really like this, so I'll spend an edge to roll failures. Edge Reroll: 11d6t5 5 now that's better. Physical limit of 7, so that fills that 7. I have allowed myself to make it seem like she did it like a pro, but if the GM would prefer otherwise, I'll gladly edit

[Crossbow]

"Yeah, about that..." Smiley dropped the nice guy thing and went into soldier/cop voice, "Natasha, did you really think that using a fake ID was going to let you come and get your party on less than 100 meters from the hotel your mother, Rachel, is at?  Your 'date' is over." Smiley straightens up and puts a hand on the girl's elbow, and puts his magic (Commanding Voice) into his next words, "Come with me, we are leaving now."

Charisma 6 + Intimidation 6 + Cool Resolve 1 + Commanding Voice 1 - Extra Person (the boy) 1: 13d6t5 4

Edge reroll: 9d6t5 3

7 total, Social limit is 6

[Jack_Spade]

Isaint brought the doctor quickly to the waiting car and shoved him into the back seat. He took the time to unload his rifle and stashed it under the seats togehter with the rest of his equipment. The secure tec armor + forearm guards followed. The mask he took off, but stashed it in his coat pocket.
He waited until Al and Daddy had found their seats and took one himself in the back.

To Duke and Jackhammer he said: "The other car should be here shortly, do you think you've been spotted doing something illegal, or can you wait here? Otherwise you can have my place in the car and I'll wait. 

In any case, I'll fetch my bike so I can ride guard and run interference if necessary."

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[adamu]

Wednesday, June 17th, 2075, Oxford. Primary Extraction Team

Once the doctor was in the car, Al stood outside and spoke in a low voice to Isaint: "Mathamagician there's in a right state, an' worse when he comes off'n that stim. My van's right around the corner - room there fer Daddy ta fix 'im up while I drive, an' a hidey hole with a respirator in it fer if the law stops us."

[Jack_Spade]

Wednesday, June 17th, 2075, Oxford. Primary Extraction Team

Isaint nodded. "Good. But it's a strong stim. It will take an hour to wear off. As far as I know, magic won't help with fatigue, only with real damage. A good medkit on the other hand will do nicely. I'll leave him in your capable hands."

[gilga]

Driving on the open road... Rachel was awfully silent, probobly she understands by now that despite his pleasant appearance Solo is a dangerous criminal and did not want to talk. His mind wondered... he was capable on handling himself in a combat - he was fast and a good shot - with access to magic and powerful spirits not an easy target, but he knew his limitations. He was not augmented and lightly armored and an unlucky doge and he is finished, alone with nobody to help him he could not afford combat on the way back. He hoped that Frenchman and Mel would reestablish contact but he knew how to trust on his own.

He texted a loyal contact of him, Mike Greenbeg, a cooperate Spider gone independent. He was good Decker by Solo's standards... to Solo good Decker's were not hyper skilled professionals with balls of steel like Snow - they were the kind that knew their limitations and were modest enough to stay under the radar. Patient enough to slowly increase their influence. Clearly, Solo himself was not a good Decker by his own standards, he was a Shadowrunner he needed that mark *now*- and where his stealth let him down things became messy, he escaped narrowly more than once. But mike - outside of Ares nobody knew mike , when he gone rouge he managed to strike a deal - relative freedom in exchange for silently cooperating with Ares.
Despite that loyalty, Solo knew that he could trust mike for a Deseret purchase he did not have to report everything to Ares, just the big stuff.

<<Mikie!...  I need an okay RCC and a couple of basic drones with good autosofts. Sending you the details for pickup.  >>

He say to Rachel : " I get it... you are stressed... but soon you are going to see how I do shopping... I am a nice kind of guy taking you shopping on your special day. Speaking of special days... I am sort of getting hitched tonight... will never be alone again, till death do us part. It is not a terribly long commitment in my profession, but that's as good as it gets " He laugh.


Instead of driving directly to London - that is the predictable next step Solo is driving to Thame. To find a coffin motel and wait for his flying drones delivery, or contact from Mel and Frenchaman. Being careful and knowing that the other team may know that they are headed back to London he does not want to risk it on the obvious roads.

[adamu]

Wednesday, June 17th, 2075, Oxford. Primary Extraction Team

Al nodded. "Git that bike - I like the idear of an outrider." He then climbed into the Americar, patted Snow on the shoulder, and asked him to just head up and around the corner to where they had all originally been parked.

His Beamer was a block away, but it didn't look like they'd need it, and auto-towing it would only complicate things. He'd leave it, come back for it once the job was done. Climbing out of the Americar, he helped the professor out, and said, "Daddy, yer with me. You fellers," he said to Duke and Jackhammer, "are welcome to stay with Snow here or stay with me, but Spike rides shotgun."

He popped the back of the the non-descript white panel van - the sort that was ubiquitous on the streets of London - to reveal a spacious interior with bench seats on both sides atop rows of metal storage compartments. Spike was there, but a terse word in a strange guttural language sent the giant black hound back up to the front. "Up ya go, doc," he said, and climbed up himself.

Once inside, he opened one of the compartments and hauled out a high-end medkit, laid it on a seat. "Ya know how ta use that?" he asked Daddy. "If not, it'll pretty much run itself in a pinch." Then he pulled something from his pocket and laid it beside the medical gear. "Once you get him feelin' more like hisself, start in with this," he added, referring to the tag eraser. "Wipe 'im good an' clean."

Once everyone that was coming with them was on board, he pulled out, spoof chip and plates set to his primary ID, broadcasting the minimum legally-allowed PAN for the vehicle from safely behind the firewall of his Fairlight.

Once on the road, he spoke a message to the team: <<@All - primary secure an' en route. Reckon I'm all fer safety in numbers - wouldn't wanna git ambushed onna road without back up. Y'all's call, but give a holler if'n ya wanna link up.>>

[Jack_Spade]

Isaint didn't waste any time and retrieved his Mirage, put helmet and glasses in place and made sure that his Savalette and Ruger handcannon where readily accessible. The half-automatic was now loaded with APDS, the revolver alternated between gel and APDS.

He was just ready when Al's message came. He replied:
<<Roger that. I'll follow you and keep an eye open.

@all: Primary extraction team rolls out. Can I get a status update from you other teams. Do you have your subjects or do any of you need assistance?>>

[saithor]

Keeping one eye on Smiley Sarah hurriedly tried to send a message. Inexpert fingers made her glad for Spellcheck.

>>To: All
>>Definitely safety in numbers. Mission is dependent on all of them getting to London safely. We lose one, we don't get paid at all. Splitting will just mmke us easier targets. Besides, the family might appreciate being together. We have the boy, trying to get the girl. She's unwilling at the moment. Shouldn't be a problem though.

Sarah made her way through the crowd to where Smiley and the girl were. "No need to be afraid Natasha. Your parents hired us to make sure that nothing happened to you. But something happened to your mother, and we need to get you to your parents right now. And your boyfriend." Sarah said, hoping that Smiley would get the message that leaving a witness behind might be a problem. Especially if he called the police. If he came along, they could just knock him out and dump him somewhere safe. Also that they needed to get this show on the road quickly. The less time the opposition had to figure things out and get organized, the better.

[spoiler=rolls]Con check: 5 hits, 1 edge for Second chance 3 more hits

Post Count: 22[/spoiler]

[gilga]

A caravan... ? thought Solo... but but the police and everything. He scratched his head trying to figure out what he thinks. It sounds like a clumsy way that almost invites an ambush, but atleast they will be like a small army.
<<Sara this is Solo... How are you doing dear? I am not such a great at tactics but how about some rendezvous point on a side road? Aylsbury perhaps?  it is not obviously on the way to London, we'll have to do a detour but It will be difficult to move as a big team on the main roads - they can just go to the police and cause us some serious troubles desperate people can break the rules. We could also send some of the cars as decoy on the main roads. Mel and Frenchman (in cc) are super brilliant in these things. I'll do what they tell me to do once they send me their location few kilometers from from the hotel. Please pass as much of the communication in person as you can - they are very strong technologically the other team - perhaps they have the advantage in the matrix.

[Triskavanski]

[Tobbis -Wednesday June 17th, 2076 - Following target in his Jackrabbit - Kid Extraction team - Current condition 2 Stun damage - in AR, heading back to car - Silent - Broadcasting from my Commlink
<<Alright, Smiley has this under control, I'm going back to my car. If any of you need a ride, and are good at driving I'll let you drive. Or I'll ride with someone else. I'm rebooting my persona. It looks like we've got the girl and boy. Now its just getting out of here that we need to do>>

He says moving his stubby little legs back to his car, clearly not the fastest person on two legs.




25th Post
So far Solo and Hal have cameras 8/10 cameras left in my possession.
Hal has a Data jack of mine
Still in stealth at 4 dice.

[Aria]

[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~01:15, Soho, London]

@All teams:

A terse call to Art and you have the safehouse location.  It is then only a matter of planning a circuitous route that avoids the main roads whilst avoiding some of the wilder inhabitants of the British countryside…

The area called Soho looks like it has seen better days.  The buildings have plenty of graffiti covering them and what appear to be gang markings every so often. The alleys that run off either side of the main roads have plenty of activity. You see ¬firelight from 55-gallon drums emanating on shabbily clad forms down these alleys and on the street corners. In between those barrels, you can see stalls hawking different sorts of goods of all types of legality.

The scent of grilling meat permeates the air, but there are no smiling customers sitting at the tables. In fact, you wonder what kind of meat they might serve in this area.

The route takes you to a building on the corner of Dean and Fareham streets that appears to take up an entire city block. As you follow the instructions, it actually leads you down an alley on the south side of the complex, where you can see an entrance to a parking area inside the building complex. The building wraps around the parking area, which provides a nice screen from the outside world with a single vehicle entrance.

Now it’s time to get the good doctor safe inside.

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[obidancer]

The Frenchman watched Mel come down gracefully from the building and he was quite impressed. Not only she was beautiful but so athletic too. She had won him over right there.
And Human nature kicking in, he had to show he was too bad at it either. He reproduced step by step Mel's descent. The technique was somehow a bit different but the skill was definitely there.

Once down, they quickly made there way to his car and en route back to London. He was happy everyone had managed to get their target.

The neighborhood was not so much a welcoming one, pretty ghetto. And his sport car and Mortimer suit was out of place for sure.

<<@All. Everyone who's not with the targets can volunteer scout the place. Vehicle with targets can keep on driving. No stopping until place is secured. >>

He looked at Mel. What do you think? Want to to check out the place? Or stay for backup for the Family's vehicles?

Forgat to post the roll:
Gymnastic to Climb down like Mel: 16d6t5 11 Now that's some display of skill!

[pistolgrip]

[Jackhammer -Wednesday June 17th, 2076 - At Safehouse - Forward Scout team - Current condition 0 damage - preparing for entry] << [Team] If there's one thing I can do, it's securing. >>

[gilga]

Solo's contact supplied the goods, Shortly after arrived three roto-drones and three flying eyes flying in formation. That was it for Shopping he smiled at Rachel... now that we got some extra security lets go unite you with your family.
He texted Art: << Thanks for the down payment man!  I'll enjoy my new toys. R said she's impressed>>
Despite speaking little, Solo managed to impress Rachel a little bit, but he was not sure if it was the reunion - or the small drone army that protected them. Far around them were the flying eyes, trying to spot any troubles before they materialize, in a tigher formation were the rotodrones, Solo knew they would not achieve much on their own but they would give the enemy something else to shoot at that is NOT Solo - and that was priceless. (Actually they were freaking expensive - but so was staying alive).

He then texted Mel and Frenchman << Check out my new toys! and attached some pictures of his small sized drone Army - I had some funds released and I saw that we have no Rigger on board... not that I am a rigger but if we are playing caravan drones can prove useful in quick response if they manage to hit anything on autopilot... it will take me a while to master this new domain... Where in the convoy do you think I should place myself?>> Solo was genuinely excited - he liked having new toys and he always wanted to be a rigger man. After all - he felt that if he train hard enough eventually he will be able to go solo in the big league and mastering drones, starting with simple rotodrones and proceeding to highly armored drones seemed like a good start.

A powerful spirit ally was also something that he wanted - he had a feeling that the particular spirit he wants as an ally would provide a lot of emotional drama... but at least he would never be truly alone with a super intelligent spirit constantly inside his head. Solo knew that it is not brute force, but the flexibility to use the right tool at the right time... 

He placed the drone feeds on the AR display, it was incredible, "Look Rachel...  they cover so much ground... we have a little control center here in the car...  They also have infrared... wait is that Natasha? You should really tell her to wear more clothes she's practically naked. There are some extra clothes in the back, my treat... " In a different life if he wasn't a criminal and a vindictive killer Solo and Rachel could be friends, the little family seemed happy and it was fun to see them together... even more to the fact that Solo had a bad feeling that the dangerous part of the mission lies ahead.

 It is never over until you are home drinking a beer with your ginger hot girlfriend... I wonder how she would react when I bring a powerful female spirit into the relationship. A spirit that will be stuck inside my head... I wonder if she'll continue to love me.  He thought with dread and amusement - but he knew with his line of work, a spirit stuck inside your hand will take his hacking into new hights. He will be able to use the spirit powers as his own, and the spirit will be able to take control over his body when he is busy in hot sim... it will significantly increase the chances of having a  body when he wakes up...  There seemed to be many opportunities  that mundane hackers just don't have... But then again they get to put armor inside their skin and become bullet proof... if they just have enough money.