[Poindexter]

"Just send the commcode to me later and I'll get it incorporated into a Contact List."

"Wiz."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Marissa couldn't help but be impressed by the team she got saddled on with.  Hopeless's casual demeanor paired with practiced caution struck the girl as a good sign, someone who could tolerate her own antics.  Wraith's quick and steady professionalism and downright overhyped preparedness was a huge boon.  And La Sombre?  The Phoenix did not miss that half-smile; this was an orkette that could possibly not be so much of a hardhoop that her initial impression suggested.

The request for a list of commcodes brought Marissa back to reality after some musings on their situation, the lady snapping back to attention as she gave a nod, pulling up some numbers and sliding them to the decker.  "Null sweat.  Here's my link, plus my microtransceiver when it's needed.  As for protection?  Heh, hell, I'd buy THAT for a dollar!"  She grinned, her AR-gloved hands pulling up a number of windows as she started to compile a list of all her devices that she could be using wirelessly...her ballistic mask, glasses, contacts, chameleon suit, and most importantly her multitude of guns, weapons, and grenades...funny enough, most all of the weapons had given names.

Passing the list off to Wraith, her grin never left as she lifted her arms in a shrug.  "On the plus side, I paid a decent price for my link.  Could get away with passing me over and protecting the others, eh?"

Shortly after that statement, the waitress had appeared and asked around if they wanted anything else.  Going off of Hopeless' suggestion, Marissa ordered herself a serving of ice cream...cinnamon flavored with chocolate syrup, sweet with a kick.

@Wraith or anyone else: Phoenix's sheet on the ooc thread can be used as reference, but I can put together an actual list if it is desired/requested

[JackVII]

[05 MAY 2075 | 20:32 | DFW | Rio D's]

Wraith was glad she was still wearing her sunglasses, because she felt it was pretty unprofessional for her eyes to bug out the way they did when Phoenix sent her the list of gear she had. Whistling low, she said. "That's a drekload of gear. One of the problems with decks is that they can't slave as much stuff as higher end commlinks. One thing they can do, that a commlink can't, is to help further hide devices that are running silent. For now, I'd say keep your stuff slaved to your own commlink, but when we go operational, some of your gear may be better served to be slaved to my deck. We'll figure it out when we get there..."

[Jayde Moon]

Afer sending the message to Henry Stokes, Gabriella keys in on the topic at hand.  After the exchange between Phoenix and Wraith, she chimes in.

"I don't have much and it's all on this piece of shit metalink.  I was used to having a spider on hand so never worried about my own cyber security.  Take a poke, not that I could stop you," she smiles.  "I don't think I'm a big target for a combat decker, but being able to secure our comms will probably be key."

[JackVII]

[05 MAY 2075 | 20:32 | DFW | Rio D's]

"We might want to get some micro-transceivers, at least for the actual run part. While they're sometimes hard to spot, they're not ubiquitous to not draw suspicion if someone does notice them. The fewer wireless things I need to worry about, the better. I'll take a look while I'm doing some of this data mining tonight and see what I can come up with."

Wraith dipped a spoon into her Neapolitan ice cream and took a bite,  enjoying the play of flavors in her mouth. Holding the spoon up like a baton, she said, "Well, I've got an idea for what I'm going to be doing tonight. Before I finalize it, does anyone need any Matrix support for what they have planned? Just an idea, but maybe everyone should reach out to their networks to see if they can develop anything. I'll work on getting details on the locations we're going to be targeting so that we can get a better idea of the layout and what we may be up against before actually showing up at any of them."

[rednblack]

After delivering the ice cream, the waitress returns again with a mason jar filled with peaches.  "These are our house brandied peaches.  They're just nova with ice cream.  Y'all enjoy now.  Can I get you anything else?"

A few moments later, La Sombre gets a reply from her Lonestar contact.

<<@La Sombre [Stokes] Hoi chummer.  It has been a minute.  Not sure how much help I'll be on boltholes.  If I know about them, they wouldn't be much good to the yaks anyway, amirite?  But we've got extensive files.  Of course, I need clearances, and greased palms, and all that.  Who are we looking at?  Cold hard nuyen is always good for me.  I'll let  you know my rate once I know how big a fish you're trawling.>>

[SgtBoomCloud]

"Micro-transceivers: the voices of the angels in a cone of silence.  I got my part covered on that at least, wiz."  Snapping her fingers, Marissa hushed as the hostess came in with their desserts, complete with the peaches.  Real fruit...this place don't hold back, drek...if high class types eat like this all the time, it's a wonder they aren't all lardhoops.  Smiling, she nodded up graciously.  "I'm good, much appreciated."  The human girl ate spoonfuls of the cinnamon ice cream slowly, enjoying the fiery bite it held on her tongue as they were left alone once again before chiming in.

"Well, drek just got real then.  I'ma be real with you guys on that front: my contacts won't be good for intel, I'm more than certain of that.  However, once we get ideas of how we're gonna pull off this stunt, I might be able to hook us up with some gear of the, uh...wet variety, if I'm being clear.  With that in mind, though, I am a well-defended body, a pair of eyes, and quite mobile.  I can check out some places, do some recon or whatever.  Point and I go."

[Jayde Moon]

As Gabriella enjoyed the rich flavors of the ice cream, her commlink buzzes.  She takes a peek and nods.  She quickly taps out another message before looking back at the others.  Thanks, Henry.  Names incoming, let me know what the damages are.  She sends the message with the appropriate attachments and then waits for his response.

"I've got a guy who might be able to shoot us a bit of data on our targets.  It might cost us, but I won't know how much till I hear back again.  In the meantime, my role has always been in getting in and getting out.  Unseen if necessary, or seen... if the op calls for it.  And by 'seen', I mean for them to see what I want them to see.  I can handle myself... well... if it comes to it, but I'm no weapons expert.  I've also been trained on maneuvering, so when it comes time to make our move, if you trust me with it, I can take lead on tactics, so long as... 'Wraith' can keep us connected."

[JackVII]

[05 MAY 2075 | 20:32 | DFW | Rio D's]

Wraith reached over and snagged the credsticks. Pressing her thumb to the activation screen, she read off the amounts of each device. "Looks like we have 5K on each stick. That should help quite a bit. Let's see how much La Sombra's contact is going to cost us." Should I just call her Shadow? It would be easier on comms.

"If no one is planning on doing anything tonight, I'll take my leave and start working on some of these targets. As far as Takashi Sato, I think we should figure out whether we need to dig into any of these locations before I start trying to hack them. The more targets, the higher possibility of a frag up."

[rednblack]

@La Sombre

<<@La Sombre [Stokes]  you know how to pick 'em.  I got a rapsheet on Minami that's got just what you're looking for plus some.  Ditto for Tezuka, though if you want to go back to the old country, there's some territoriality issues that I'll have to navigate.  Oshiro will be trickier.  His files are with the dedicated yak squad, and I don't have a reason to go there, officially.  As for Sato, what the hell you thinking, chummer?  That cat's a legitimate businessman  We'll call it 750¥ for Minami, 750¥ for Tezuka, CAS only, and 1,200¥ if you want to go back to Japan.  Oshiro's going to be 2,500¥ minimum if I can deliver the goods that I think I can.  You're on your own for Sato.  We'll both live longer that way.>>

[SgtBoomCloud]

In the meantime, my role has always been in getting in and getting out.  Unseen if necessary, or seen... if the op calls for it.  And by 'seen', I mean for them to see what I want them to see.  I can handle myself... well... if it comes to it, but I'm no weapons expert.  I've also been trained on maneuvering, so when it comes time to make our move, if you trust me with it, I can take lead on tactics, so long as... 'Wraith' can keep us connected."[/color]

Marissa nodded in appreciation to that, the orkette's skillset revelation going right in line with the trope the human lined her up with.  "You know a few maneuvers?  Wiz.  As it so happens, it looks like I'm here as the weapon's expert.  When the drek hits the turbofan, I'll be quick, mobile, and flexible.  Loud or quiet, I can make it happen.  Pick a range, I got a way to do the work from it.  Hell, I can probably loan some drek out if needed...provided it comes back."  She winked at each of them, using her AR gloved hand to compile her list of weaponry again.  "Wraith has seen this, but might as well put the rest of ya in the loop"

The human then nodded to Wraith.  "Works for me.  Tell ya what...I dunno how much focus you need on your cyberdigging...so just give a ring if you need a pair of eyes on a location to scope out?  That's about the best I can do.  Same offer for the rest of y'all"

[Poindexter]

Mister Hopeless sits back in his comfy dining chair, enjoying the soft caressing nature of it as he scoops the homestyle vanilla ice cream into his mouth. He's been listening to the three women break down their skillsets with genuine interest. After all, these women are going to be the line between him and death for the next couple weeks maybe. Ok, La Sombra is weapons, Wraith is matrix, and Phoenix gets us into places. Got it. Guess they need to know about me, now. He swallows the bite he's currently working on, sets his nearly empty bowl back down on the table, clears his throat, and speaks, hoping he doesn't sound as nervous as he's starting to feel. "Well, uh... I'm afraid the Johnson may have oversold me a bit. I am the astral support for the team... but that's uhhhh... thats... about it. I don't like, cast any spells, or... astrally project or anything like that; I'm just a summoner. I mean, like, I'm a good summoner, y'know?" Realizing that he really needs to work on his presentation of his own abilities a LOT, he quickly adds, "I'm a really good banisher, though,"

No one has to try to make you look like drek, dude. You do it to yourself by nature. The fuck is your fuckin problem, man...

He picks up his ice cream again then says quietly, "Once we're away from here, I can give you all a little more background on this job. I've worked for this Johnson before and I've gone up against the Putas before." then goes back to finishing off his last few bites. He really did enjoy those peaches.

[JackVII]

[05 MAY 2075 | 20:32 | DFW | Rio D's]

Wraith pushed her fingers underneath her sunglasses and rubbed at her eyes. That was not what she wanted to hear coming out of Hopeless' mouth. No spells? Frag... that's going to make things harder. Nothing really to do about it though...

Replying to Hopeless, she said, "Sounds wiz, chummer." Including the rest of the group, she continued, "Let's see what La Sombra's contact can get for us before we put too much work into developing a plan, but based on the bare bones of what we've got, I think we might be able to at least put three of them into a room together. That last guy though, we might have to take care of him separately."

Before going into further detail, she squared up on Hopeless and said, "Alright, I've scanned the room for bugs and didn't find anything. But since you seem to have had some history with the Johnson, I'll go with your answer: should we leave here and go somewhere else to discuss our plans? If so, where? If I'm going to setup shop and do some Matrix diving, I wouldn't mind grabbing a motel room somewhere; rather not get my own place shot up if drek gets dicey..."

[Poindexter]

"Alright, I've scanned the room for bugs and didn't find anything. But since you seem to have had some history with the Johnson, I'll go with your answer: should we leave here and go somewhere else to discuss our plans? If so, where? If I'm going to setup shop and do some Matrix diving, I wouldn't mind grabbing a motel room somewhere; rather not get my own place shot up if drek gets dicey..."

Trying his best to maintain eye contact and not back down like the chicken shit little coward he believes himself to be, Ian responds as tough and novaprime as he can muster. "I'm probably just being overparanoid, but still... I'd rather that, than not paranoid enough, y'know? I mean, I'm sure you're right about the listening devices and all, but still, I'd feel... like, a lot safer speaking openly once we're like, y'know? Somewhere else." Then, trying to be helpful as an afterthought, he adds, "I don't mind a hotel room, but if we're... y'know? Thinking more, uh, long term, like... y'know? Safehouse kinda something? I have a couple friends, well, contacts, y'know? Anyway, I can like, y'know... call about that? Maybe get us hooked up with, like, a discount or something?"

Jesus FUCK dude, stop talking!

[JackVII]

[05 MAY 2075 | 20:33 | DFW | Rio D's]

Wraith gave a coy smile and said, "I was just askin', y'know?" Smirking, she continued, "You know more about this employment situation than any of us, so I'm happy to follow your lead. A safehouse sounds like a good idea, I doubt any of us want to use our own homes. Thing is, some of the stuff I'll probably be doing has the chance of being traced back to wherever I happen to be physically slumped over, so if I'm going to do any hacking, I'd rather not try it at a safehouse. I'm probably going to look into getting a cheap hotel room, maybe a coffin hotel room and pay in advance."

"Speaking of, I've got digital peepers on the commlink of one of our targets right now. Doesn't seem to be too heavily protected... I want to take a crack at it."