@The Phoenix
"Hm. And that name's supposed to mean anything to a slitch like me? I promise yeh...if I came with that gauge in my hands we wouldn't be having this lovely conversation, wiz? I'd just rather not have scratched the paint. Now, how about you enlighten me on who your oh-so-special brother is and what his part is in these hoods, and I'll promise I won't be touching the gauge until our biz is done, aight?"
"Winton runs this block, chummer. Hoops that don't know that be stupid, or green . . . or both. Looking how you look, I got my own ideas. But you ask around now, dig? They'll all tell you who's street you're walkin' on. As he gave the redhead his plans for the car, she gave another little smirk, one brow raised. "Suppose I do let you hold onto it...what do I get for it, huh? I'm talking rental fee, an collatoral, omae, because the Phoenix certainly ain't letting a slot like you walk away with my ride risk free, ya feel me? Now, what's it gonna be?"
"Collateral?" the big ork asks with a matching laugh.
"This look like Sprawl2Sprawl to you? What, you wanna run my SIN?" he asks, laughing at the absurdity of the request.
"Drek, girl, I ain't askin' for no loan application. I just wanna hold that spike for a few turns. That amiable to you?" he asks, an attempt at a big word,
"or do we need to start busting?"@Hopeless
"Two, chummer." he says with a slight smile as he opens his arms wide, preparing for the weapons check.
The bouncer scans the SIN, but doesn't even bother to look at the readout.
"Fifty," he says, eyeing the Cutter hard enough to let Norway know that he disapproves of wearing colors inside, but not hard enough to warrant an offense. Hopeless finds himself being a bit impressed with the bouncer's acumen, made all the more impressive with the lack of care and attention that he seems to be paying them. Once Hopeless slides the cred, he pulls back the rope to let the pair enter.
"No touching the girls, lest I touch you," he offers as they pass.
Inside, Cabaret West is every bit the club that Ian remembers. He spots Tammy easily enough, as she's doing her thing on the main stage. He knows that she'll run the next song on the stage back by the bar, and her final one of the set will be over by the VIP room. That at least gives him some time to get Norway situated before he has a chance to talk, but Norway looks right up at Tammy, turns to Ian and says,
"Her." Ian isn't sure how exactly that should play, and runs himself to the bar, stalling. He orders Norway the two drink minimum off the bat, and something for himself, and leaves the tab open. By the time he gets back to Norway, who has managed to post himself front and center on Pervert's Row, despite how busy the club is, the song has changed over, and a curvy human woman with a raven black mohawk and chains running over her body has taken the main stage.
"Scratch that. Her." Norway says, draining his first synth beer in a drink, before taking the second out of Ian's hand, which he sips on thoughtfully.
"So, where your peeps at?"@Wraith
It's nearly 10:00 at night on the sixth when Wraith has her matrix searches interrupted by a comm call from La Sombre. Picking up, she sees the ork's face clearly.
"Hoi chummer, I got some of that intel I promised ya. How would you like for me to send it over?"When the arrangements have been made, La Sombre slots over the information from her Lonestar contact.
<<Incoming Message
<<To: Wraith
<<From: La Sombre
<<Subject; ---
<<Message: .
<<Attachments: DatapakLooking over the contents, Wraith discovers a trove of information on all of the potential targets, save Takashi Sato.
The folder on Minami is the most extensive. Whenever information from the datapak overlaps with that given by the Johnson, the information is corroborated. Additional details that Wraith is able to discern has to do with his movements on Tuesdays and Thursdays. There is a quite extensive map detailing his stops on Tuesdays and Thursdays, all of which are time-stamped. It appears as though he begins his rounds at around 11:00 am, and his stops are recorded until about 3:15-3:30 in the afternoon. Sometimes, Minami is "reacquired" later in the evening. This regular loss and sometimes re-acquisition of Minami is somewhat troubling to Wraith until she stumbles upon a territoriality map of the DFW plex. Each time Minami is "lost" it corresponds to a location near the Ares district in Wise. A quick matrix search later, and Wraith is convinced that this particular datapak came to the team courtesy of Lonestar. It seems Ares is not willing to share jurisdiction with Lonestar, and if Minami's tail is indeed police, they would need to drop back once he enters KE territoriality. It also means, if the team is lucky, that hitting Minami on Chapman Road shortly after crossing the border could allow the team to act without any unwanted legal attention -- assuming Minami is not also being tailed by KE, of course.
The folder on Oshiro contains two of his known commlinks, and addresses for the clubs which he frequents. There is some dated information from about a year-and-a-half ago that includes schematics for his home office, ostensibly for a sneak-and-peak warrant that never went anywhere. It appears as though his home console contains bio-metrics, but otherwise his security is limited to a DR 3 maglock. No astral security is noted. Also of potential use is the fact that Club Frisco, where Oshiro typically makes use of the VIP room, and sometimes while accompanied by Minami -- is noted for the very high turnover rate for the hostesses and dancers who work there.
And then there's Tezuka. It appears as though Tezuka is suspected in four ongoing homicide investigations. There is extensive mention of the Spirits Club, but no hard information on the club itself. There is also mention of a shootout in Downtown Dallas a little less than a month back, which supposedly pitched the Feathered against the Yakuza, in which Tezuka's crew was "late to the party." A mention is made of a CI who has been informing on Tezuka, and most of that information is related to his stake in the protection rackets around southeast Fort Worth. While no name or contact information is given, Wraith believes that she may be able to run some numbers and draw some logical conclusions on that front. There are also limited dossiers included on three other yakuza members, who are suspected members of Tezuka's gang. One, who goes by Boshi, is thought to be awakened. The others are just as much a bunch of bruisers as Tezuka appears to be.
