[trv123]

"As a show of good faith ..." Calico adds. "Besides, some of us will need to get some ... specialized equipment for this job."

assisting Div's negotiation roll w/teamwork

[VegasRigged]

Mr Johnson nods slowly as Divillian speaks I could up the amount to 9500, with 2500 up front. More then that I cannot promise.

Noting nods of acceptance he pushes on.

As to the other questions, the target is the Yellow Lotus Triads. The exact size of the shipments in unknown, but they are expected to be substantial. I also have the number of a smuggler who might be able to tell you more, as long as your discreet. Anything else?

[Agleaca]

"I think, with the number, we have enough to go on. I have an idea myself but if were going to catch it we best be moving." Angus asks for the number and excepts it. "Every one else good?"

[schenn]

I believe we have all that we need. Divillian finishes the last of his tea and thanks our gracious host.

[Agleaca]

Angus thanks the host as well, then stands and says "Alright then shall we?"

[zeththeadeptork]

Terrane will nod "thank you we will get the job done." Then will head out to his bike to await where they are going

[Agleaca]

To Mr johnson, "Sorry sir. but the upfront part of the payment?" Angus puts his helmet under is left arm and picks up the case with the the left arm as well. Looks a little awkward but he wants to leave his other arm free for the money.

[trv123]

Sidling up to Angus, Calico whispers "Hey ... can I catch a ride with you? I'm ... between vehicles at the moment"

[Agleaca]

"Sure, if you don't mind hanging on to my back." Upon receiving the money he makes sure every one get there cut. Then heads out to his bike.

@everyone
"We can disuse our plan further at my place find a parking spot and meet me at this intersection. My place is a bit hard to find so ill take you in from their" Makes sure every one has good instructions.

@Calico
"Hear strap this on to your back" Hands her the cello case with his gear in it. "I'm afraid i only have the one helmet and given your not a troll it doesn't fit. So, hang on tight!" He gets on the motor cycle and turns on the engine, then pats whats left of the seat behind him and grabs the handle bars again.

[schenn]

Divillian collects the credstick and slides it into a pocket inside his greatcoat. He stands and nods towards the rest of the team, implying they should head outside. On the way to the door, he reattaches his hat and switches his glasses back to sunshades. Once he gets outside he walks to the bikes and leans against the wall, waiting for the rest of the team. As the final member comes out and approaches the group, Divillian asks for the location of Angus's 'worksite' and plugs it into his link. After everyone else leaves, Divillian climbs onto his scooter and heads to the liquor store and purchases a hundred nuyen bottle of aged whiskey to christen his first day back on the job. He slides it into another pocket inside his coat and makes his way to the meet-up as fast as the scooter can go.

[VegasRigged]

Trafic is heavier and the rain is starting to pick up as everyone follows Angus' directions. Thankfully parking isn't hard and everyone meets up and gets inside quickly, though not without getting fairly wet from the weather, especially those on bikes.

ooc; @ agleaca, I'll let you describe your place before moving on.

[Agleaca]

Upon meeting up at the intersection Angus lead the team through a series of crisscrossing allies and quads as quickly as possible. He leads them to a small door at the back of a dead end ally. The door leads up a few flights of stairs then down a hallway up a few more flights of stairs ending at a unassuming door with no number. It takes him a few moments to unlock a series of locks and then he lets the others in.

Inside is a spartan apartment. To the left is a window overlooking a quad, underneath a table with gun cleaning supplies neatly organized on it. It smells of oil and gunpowder. To the right of that is a bed neatly made with simple green sheets, large enough for the fomorian. to the right is a small kitchen with a hot plate.
He moves to the right pointing to a door. "there is the jacks if anyone needs to use them."

He opens a door just to the right of that one which would normally be a bedroom. Inside is a table and a few chairs and a dresser. He reaches for the top drawer and pulls out two towels handing them to the team. The table is covered demolitions equipment. He leans against the wall allowing others to sit first. He takes of his helmet and jacket setting them on top of the dresser.

"Welcome to my home. I'm afraid I don't have much.  Can I get anyone water?" Than realizes that most of them are soaking wet. "Probably not. Well then, I think I know where the job is, I just need to get a hold of my guy to confirm those suspicions. I would hate to go knock over some other gangs shipment! It is tonight though so we might have to rush to hit it"

[zeththeadeptork]

"thanks, if you know where we are supposed to be why are we.wasting time let's smash grab and get paid. nevermind we need to check and make sure sorry, I get excited for a good fight. during down he nods to everyone. "I can't really help with prep but point me to what needs hit and I will do so.

[Agleaca]

Angus calls McCogni "McCogni this Angus i need to know when and were a Yellow Lotus guns and drug shipment are taking place. I think there's one going down tonight through the caravan. Could you put feelers out to confirm this?"

[schenn]

Divillian enters the apartment and takes a look at the armory table. Got a talent with guns eh? Got any long range rifles tucked away? he asks before noticing that Angus is on a call. Divillian heads into the kitchen and looks around for some cups. When he finds them, he pulls out one for everybody. Let me know if that doesn't pan out, he says quietly to Angus, I'll try the smuggler Mr. Johnson recommended. I have a couple thoughts on how we can pull this off, but first we should make sure we know where we're heading and get a good idea of what we're up against.. Divillian pulls the bottle of whiskey out of his coat and uncorks it, breathing in the oak and leather smells. This job brings back some memories. Bladesong had us intercept a truck of captured metahumans in Aztlan. With a bit of magical persuasion, the driver brought the truck to a random spot a few miles off from his original destination. With a bit of physical persuasion, he left the truck behind. Now those people all have jobs in Tir.

Divillian poured a single shot of whiskey into each glass and hands them out to team. Don't drink this yet. Hang on to it until we've confirmed the target.