The three ladies assure Mister Hopeless that nothing is going to get serious tonight, just a little initial poking around. Though he puts on a good show of seeming to be comforted by that fact, he knows all too well how quickly "just poking around" can turn into a full blown riot.
At least I've got my helmet with me. He sits in the backseat, and rolls down his window so he can see outside with all three eyes. The worlds streak by and he gives himself a few more blocks to enjoy just looking at them before his brain gets back to business. Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, he powers off his meta-link, then powers on the expensive, high end Avalon. Immediately, he sets it to run silent, then slaves all his gear to it. Checking his messages, he finds the file from Dadlez, forwarded by himself, and files it away under a password. Next, he mentally fires off a couple messages of his own.
<<@B-Know [Hopeless] Ayo, we should meet up and talk about some shit tonight or early tomorrow, wiz?>><<@Elise [Hopeless] Hey there, long time no chat! You been well? Things have been really looking up for me lately and I figured I'd holler at you, just to see how life had been treating you, wiz? Cindy still stealing your commissions? Probably not, you seemed like you had a solid plan for all that mess. Hey, speaking of commission, what kinda % off do you think you could give me if I needed to buy 100-150 drams, hermetic anyways? Hope to hear from you soon!>><<@Error [Hopeless] Havin landlord issues for four. You know any good spots to stay?>><<@Tammy [Hopeless] Yo, you know any Yaks? There's jing in it for ya if ya know the right one. Holler.>>About a block later, Phonenix asks him a direct question, turning around to look him right in the face.
"I ain't for beating bushes, so I think this is good timing for drek, and I'll admit since I'm not from here I'm curious. Hopeless, you think this so good time to give the rundown of what you know about stuff?"
"Well, I'd hate to distract the decker..." he says, unsure if he should proceed. Looking over to Wraith, he can see she's just tweaking things in AR at the moment and gives no objection to his continuing, so he does.
"Basically, it was a simple theft job that was borked from the start; mostly due to bad casting. Not like, spells y'know? Like, casting roles, y'know? Anyways, our mage... Elf called Loki... stirred up a bunch of shit on our first day of recon and started a riot. He vanished shortly thereafter, so we never found out why, but he kinda seemed to think it was funny." Ian rolls his eyes and continues.
"So now, we're also playing defense against these retro-futurists from the riot as well as trying to rob a MUCH-more-alert-than-before target. Well, THEN it turns out that the Putas De Frakkin Muerte have hacked our comms and know all our plans. Boom, the rest of the team goes missing, cept me and the decker. THEN, we're at a meet to try and work shit out with the retros when the Putas, along with one of our team members..." Ian's face goes cold and angry here.
"Human piece of shit named Dantes, if you know where he is, let's you and me talk after this job is over." He collects himself and gets back into story time.
"Anyways, they jump us, the decker gets geeked, me and a couple replacement guns we picked up barely manage to get out alive. But... one of the Putas gets taken down by the star while they're trying to escape." Ian stops to take a breath. He's having a thought he's never stopped to consider before. Without considering he should probably censor himself, he speaks it aloud.
"Jesus, the other two probably blame me..." He shakes his head back and forth for a moment, snapping himself out of it.
"Anyways, besides Dantes, there were other security leaks as well. I only found out about those cause Ms Johnson volunteered em up as part of her apology while she was paying us... Y'know? Me and the two replacements?" He feels like he could stop here and everyone would feel like that were a satisfactory amount of info. But for some reason, he keeps going.
"And duuuuude! This whole shit here tonight feels wrong as fucking fuck." He hates to admit it out loud, but it's been slowly eating at him since that fucking hostess knew him by sight.
"This johnson keeps textin me through the meal. Talkin about vengeance and how these men were the ones responsible for the security leaks on the last job, trying to get me all riled up or something. I guess she thinks that me and Breeze were way closer than we were or some shit, and she wants to send me off on some 'dickhead crusade' to avenge my fallen brother or whatever." He's starting to get a little angry about the situation.
Why the fuck do women like that always think I'm the one to fuck with, huh!? He really should keep his mouth shut at this point, but the floodgates are open and here it all comes.
"And not only that?! But she sits me right next to her where I can get a good whiff of the tailored fuckin pheromones, laughs at anything that resembles a joke outta my mouth, and puts her fucking hand on my leg! The fuck stupid does she think I am?!" Finally having let it all out and gotten himself to the point where he's thoroughly embarrassed of nearly everything that just came out of his mouth, he shuts back up, and looks back out the window.
God. Fucking. Dammit.Luckily, the woman next to him pipes up to break the awkward silence that threatens to suffocate the car.
"Head's up, folks!"
Thank the Ghost!"Minami just got a call. I'm recording it right now. Uh... does anyone speak Japanese?" Wraith listened to the conversation, hoping someone on either end of the line would speak some fraggin' English but, after about a minute, the call ended. While Wraith checked the incoming commcode to see if matched any of the numbers they had been given, she said, "It looks like something might be going down in about 15 minutes. 21:15 was appended to the conversation in a text message."
The human feels a little bit of adrenaline slip into his bloodstream.
I really hope we're still just poking around, here.