[Poindexter]

Ian has always hated places like these. Gaudy and overdone. Too bright, as well. He keeps his hat on to obscure his face a little bit and stays quiet, remaining with the group. As soon as they find a table, he leans back in his seat, orders a water, and listens carefully as Wraith breaks it down.

"The first floor has a club with a mechanical bull and I am not fragging with you about that. The third floor is a strip club, not sure if it also has a mechanical bull or not, but I think they missed a pretty good draw if not. Not sure about the second floor, but the only access is stairs. Could be administration or something. "

"Naw." The human in the beige gilligan hat interjects. "Second floor is storage. When they do private parties, that's where they set up. I got a few wheels turning, but nothing else has come back yet. Just that little bit about Spirits club."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Seated and the exchange of information well underway, Marissa sat back and mulled over the heavy amount of intel that had been picked up so far, copying it over onto her link, moving it onto a datachip before taking it offline completely.   One hand lifted up casually to thumb at her brow, making it clear that working with heavy intel was not the redhead's strong suit.  Taking a deep breath, she focused herself before responding.

"All this stuff is wiz, and it has us going in the right direction.  Even with our bonus idea, which I'm working on.  I could take a shot at getting in touch for a bit o trade with these featherheads, but I wouldn't sweat it if that didn't pan out.  Their symbology is good though, I can work with that.  From what it sounds like, half of our objective is good to go...maybe a bit more.  Number 4's habits give us a solid place to look at, mostly since we all will likely be needin' to take him...one for the shot, the rest running interference with his crew, wiz?  However..."  She paused, taking a drink.  "This all is for nothing if we can't get stuff on 3."

"Now, for the actual stuff.   We have half of our work set up on a gold platter for us it seems.  I agree with Wraith that we should move at a time they aren't in direct watch of the Stars..."  She paused, the Phoenix letting out a little grin, pulling up the map of the Club Frisco and pointing to the VIP room with an AR ping.  "There.  We get a way to let them both take the room...with their status, they'll likely expect such honor anyhow...and all of a sudden they're alone not to be disturbed.  It could be done with one or two people, with another one watching us in nonmeat space...but basically, get a job that uses the VIP room, and use that as cover...good plan?"

[JackVII]

[06 MAY 2075 | 18:10 | DFW | The Halls of Valhalla]

"I think it could work. It definitely seems like the most likely place where they would be vulnerable." Wraith replied. "I do feel like we need to get at least three of them together at once. Unfortunately, I don't think we have enough to connect three of them together. We may need to do more legwork on Subject C before we can really put a plan together. If we can get access to Subject B's office, we may even be able to get some chip truth information about connections. Not to mention the Star's CI for Subject D."

[Poindexter]

Mister Hopeless sits on his stool, quietly listening to the group and taking everything in. He nods his head appreciatively at the bits about hitting the car between KE and Lonestar turf, and again when Wraith mentions listening in on the office. She knows what she's doin and she dun strike me as a turncoat. That drek musta just been coincidence or sum. But then again, my track record with sniffin those out aint exactly the joint, neither. Wonder who her fixer for those jobs was... With his hat pulled low,  he keeps his mouth shut and his ears open.

[Jayde Moon]

Now we're getting into familiar territory, Gabriela thought to herself.  Getting into some punk's workspace, even a mid level punk... that was her bag.  If they needed physical access to a machine, she could get them there.

"Well, if you need someone to get into that office and... what... put in a data tap so you can hack in to his workstation?  That I can do.  Come in from outside or in, I can make it happen."

[JackVII]

[06 MAY 2075 | 18:10 | DFW | The Halls of Valhalla]

Checking her internal chronometer, Wraith replied, "Well, we seem to have a few course of action. I hate to say it, but while the Matrix is great, nothing beats getting the chip truth with your eyes. It might be a good idea to actual put boots on the ground at Club Frisco to make sure it matches up with the blueprints. We could also get a better idea on security. I was only able to spot one camera while I was in the host. It's located at the front door, but they're certain to have more."

Pursing her mouth in thought, she continued, "I can also try to dig into the CI tonight and get an ID on him or her. That would give us someone to talk to about the last subject. I feel if there's going to be one that we have to tackle solo, it's going to be him. As far as the office, we have a record of that guy's comings and goings for certain days of the last two weeks. We should probably hit it when we expect him to likely not be there."

"But for tonight, I guess we hit the club?"

[SgtBoomCloud]

Marissa gave a nod, crossing her arms under her chest, gnawing a bit on the corner of her lip as the wheels turned in her head.  "You're right, Wraith.  That info digging will likely be wiz for what we trying to do.  Putting boots on the Frisco won't hurt either.  If we're hitting them, we're gonna need access to the VIP room.  Best way to do that, I'm seeing, is to get one or two of us working there, likely as a host or dancer.  If we're gonna coordinate a quick succession of hits, I can be one of the ones there.  And the wiz part is, places like that'll hire if the asked for pay is drek...which for us will be."  She smirked a  bit, shrugging.  "And afterwards, they never hear from us again, they don't care enough to report, hire someone else, we gone.  Yippi kai yay."

"So we're doing that tonight.  Next day or so I'm thinking of taking a trip through the Feathered territories.  Maybe word of my stunt spread and I can get contact and maybe some gear.  Or I simply get to observe what they do and how they do, maybe find something worth repeating, wiz?"  Tapping her cheek, the redhead looked up to the AR-overlaid skyline.  "...don't think I'm missing anything at this point..."

[Jayde Moon]

"Even getting a job could take a little time and it's a hoop I don't necessarily think we need to jump through.  If we're going in tonight, I can probably get wherever I need to be, easily enough.  If we need a peek into that office, I can bring along a data tap and get Wraith access to whatever they got in there, if there isn't access from the 'trix.  So if that's the plan, then lets put it in motion?"

[rednblack]

After paying their tab, the group piles into The Phoenix's car, and head to Club Frisco.  The traffic is rather light, with most residents of the DFW sprawl taking it easy tonight after the Cinco de Mayo festivities.  It may be a different deal down in Somervell.  She glides her Shin-Hyung effortlessly along the well-lit Dallas highways, taking full advantage of the carpool levels, and they arrive at the club's entrance in less than a half hour -- rare even in down times whenever the highway is in use.

Club Frisco's facade is an art deco inspired use of synth-stucco.  It rises high for a two-story building, in three massive arches.  When Wraith says that she's decided to stay in the car and do some more research, the team prepares to enter.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Doffing her armor jacket and stripping herself down of most all of her weapons saved a taser and a knife to each boot, Marissa shut the trunk of the car and gave her shoulders a quick roll to stretch the muscles.  The tank top she wore clung to her form modestly as she pulled on her shades, checking out the club while quickly fixing up her hair so that it lay long and straight.  The bullet scar on the left side of her chest was visible underneath the strap, though any attention involving the bared skin she showed was likely to her back, where a set of fiery wings were seen tattooed from shoulder to shoulder.   Cracking her neck, she glanced back at Wraith and Hopeless before turning to La Sombra, nodding.

"Guess this is our party, eh?  Know you said getting a job may take too much time...if you can think of a way to get whoever does the killing inside easy without having someone inside, we'll do that.  In the meanwhile..."   Fitting a microtransceiver to her ear and throat, the redhead pulled a quick commscheck as the pair approached the club.  "Check check, Wraith, you copy?  Sending a MARK for my glasses if you need.  Should give visual confirmation for anything.   Going in"

As they approached the security, the Phoenix only gave a small smirk as she lifted her arms up, showing that with her clothes, there really wasn't much of a way to be holding guns.  As they entered, she turned to the orkette.  "Where to now, boss?"

[JackVII]

[06 MAY 2075 | 20:00 | DFW | Club Frisco]

<<@Team [Wraith] Check, check. I'm going to work on snooping out this informant. If you need me for anything inside, let me know. I'll keep an AR window open of what you're seeing.>>

Wraith nestled into the back seat more comfortably. She pulled out the low-rent commlink she used and set it up so the camera would have a good view of her body. "Keep an eye on me, will ya?" she asked Mr. Hopeless before slipping into the VR world.

[Jayde Moon]

"Hon, if it's just about getting into a place to look around, I have that covered.  If it's about getting into someplace so we can relieve someone of their heartbeat... I've got that covered.  I'm ready for the former tonight, will need the appropriate heart stopping tools for the latter."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Marissa could not hide the glance she gave up to the orkette's reply, an eyebrow raised as she opened her mouth to answer before stopping herself and reclosing her lips, sizing the other up a moment.  I forget that I'm working with specialists here.  I don't gotta do everything  As their SINS were cleared and they were checked, the redhead swiped a credstick for the cover charge before giving a reply, using the din of the club they walked into as noise cover.

"You got it, omae.  You know I'm good for the tools, then."  Smirking, she left her shades on as she took a few steps in the club, moving with the crowd with hips swaying a bit, hands clasped behind her head, taking a glance around to see if anything could be picked up...and if not now, recorded for later.  Turning back to La Sombra, she made a gesture over to the bar.  "First round's on me.  This is your party, so I go with your call, hai?  Lemme know what you need me to do."  Putting up two fingers, she got the bartender's attention and made the order for a pair of drinks, credstick at the ready.

[rednblack]

The pair enters the bar area passing under a large ARO with the Club Frisco logo.  Underneath it reads, "A division of Scales and Tails Inc."  Inside, the emcee, a spindly androgynous human male with a cane and top hat is regaling the surprisingly large crowd on the various merits of the staff as a woman done up in a fine coat of lizard scales swings above him.  The music is loud, giving the team the impression that they can communicate somewhat freely here, and the clientele is definitely of the socialite variety.  The wage slaves have to be up early tomorrow, so instead, there are higher up sararimen, still hoping to close a deal before Monday, and a fair bit of the crowd that doesn't worry too much about alarm clocks. 

La Sombre and The Phoenix approach the bar, pay for their overpriced drinks, and look for seating.  There are a table or two near the back that are open, as well as a few spots at both the front and back bar.

[Jayde Moon]

Getting something nice to wear was a good idea, Gabriela thought to herself as she checked the club out.  She had plenty to go to the club in, but nothing that provided protection.  Just a simple set of fashionable armored threads made her feel a lot better about being in the place 'on business' as it were.  As she waded through the throng, she flashed a smile at any who made eye contact.  She scanned the place, noting anything of worth before selecting a seat that was both near the front and gave her a good look at the place.

Attractive women on a night out did not shirk from the limelight, after all.  As she sat, she kept an eye open for any of her marks, merely as a point of interest, and especially for anyone who looked like they had access to the VIP section of the club.