[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov, having since finished his time in the restroom and had been casually viewing the entire scene upstairs, knew perfectly well what was coming as the lady stood up and ushered him to the stairs.  Feigning surprise, the big troll tilted his head slightly before complying, keeping his hands loose and by his side as he went up the stairs and towards the door.  When he entered, he took a look at Torrent and viewed his expression, followed distinctly by a glance at Lung Feng, then back at Torrent, a small sigh escaping his lips.

"Could not getting to talk before me, hm?  Unfortunate..."  Closing his eyes, Krestov stepped over to the other side of Feng, the Asian looking very much surrounded on both sides as the big guy towered over him.  "You are alone, no backup is coming.  Tell us where Spice is, and we walk away.  Is simple, yeah?"

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth tapped his left heel anxiously. Things were going well, but they wouldn't be safe until they were gone.

<@bnc<Watch the matrix traffic, Feng might have panic buttons not visible to the naked eye.>

<Oh, and put in an order for Just for Trolls hair dye for Krestov. Some of us are gonna need new faces after this.>>

[Jack_Spade]

"I already told you..." Feng stopped as Torrent increased the pressure of the gun barrel to the man's ear.
A bead of sweat became visible.


Intimidation test, you gain +5 bonus.

You may also make a perception test (visual) for a bonus information

[Volker]

<@Slobbertooth <I'm watching every single icon in the whole room, including his commlink. I even redirected all outgoing calls to his security mages ;-)>>

[SgtBoomCloud]

The bead of sweat.  That was what Krestov needed.  Pheromones activated, the troll leaned forward, bringing his hands down on the desk right in front of him, an ominous creaking of the wood under the weight accompanied by a few snapping noises.  Leaning his head close, his voice grated out in a low, menacing rumble.

"No.  You have not."

Intimidate + 5: 12d6t5 6 Limit 7

bonus: Perception: 7d6t5 3

[Jack_Spade]

Krestov noticed how Feng looked down at the question after Scary Spice's location. It was just for a tenth of a second, but the gesture was unmistakable. Krestov was sure: Scary had to be in this very building.

Lung Feng tried to change his tactic: "You know, I have access to money. Just forget about him and I'll pay you both 20.000 cash. No questions asked."

[SgtBoomCloud]

The raising of a brow was all that Lung Feng met as Krestov noted the tell.  The giveaway.  A sharp exhale of breath was followed by a grin as the troll mentally called out to his team.

<<@Team: Spice is in this building.  Sure of it.  Guess is basement.  Should we tie up Feng and take offline?>>

Straightening up, the troll simply shook his head.  "Twenty thousand each insulting.  That is price for keeping us from spreading news of Lung Feng not be trusted. My terms not for negotiating.  Best to talk, my comrade...he sometimes have twitch in gun hand..."

[Jack_Spade]

"So name your price."
Feng had regained a bit of composure. And still his body language told Krestov and Torrent that he really, really did not want to sully his books.

[Volker]

<@Slobbertooth <I'm ready to go. Shall we search the basement?>>

[SquirrelDude]

<@bnc<Sounds good. Hopefully scary spice didn't fortify his current location like he did his apartment.>>

<@Torrent @Krestov <Moving to investigate basement with bnc>>

Slob headed to get bnc from her acquired security booth.

[Volker]

[color]<@Slobbertooth <Roger, kempai!>>[/color]

Donning her chameleon suit, bnc follows Slobbertooth a few paces behind, carefully watching the Matrix around her.

Overwatch check, please

[Jack_Spade]

Without any trouble, the two arrive at the back door. Since bnc still has MARKs on the host it's no trouble at all to command the back door to open and check the cameras for a clear coast.

A subsequent check of her baby monitor shows her that she now is at about 40% to a GOD response.

The basement is dark, illuminated only by weak energy saving lamps. A long corridor stretches along the building. Left and right are several doors, eight in total.
From the farthest one down the hall a thin sliver of light showed from under the door


Your overwatch score is 17

[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov quickly sent out a message to the ork And decker pairing once he realized they were inside.

<<@team: expecting at least one person opposing in basement.  First bartender went down before meeting.  Signal if needing help, da?>>

Turning back to Lung Feng, his wheels turned as he got low and in the man's face, and spoke a genuine offer.  "Name price?  Two hundred thousand to each of us buys your victory, saves reputation, and ensures word that those in room not pull Spice from your hands if no resistance met.  Is good deal, yeah?

[Jack_Spade]

"Are you insane? How on earth should I have that kind of money on hand? 40 each is all I have available. And that means my employees won't get paid this month."
You can almost taste the rage that Lung feels at being blackmailed.

[SquirrelDude]

"Alright, let's do this. Tread lightly"

Slobbertooth opened the door and began to skulk down the basement hallway, hoping the girl knew how far enough to fall behind him. Being and orc, the lights weren't and issue for Josiah Willows, in fact it gave him an inspiration. He raised his HK-227 and pulled it too his chest so that he could manually switch his low-light flashlight on. He wirelessly activated his smartlink, and gave his eyes a few seconds to absorb the information overlay. It told him that his weapon was loaded with a stick-n-shock. It would have to do.

"If you can, and if we need to, cut out all the lights down here. I'll give you the signal. You ain't still young enough to get a big sphincter factor form the dark, are ya?"

Slobbertooth contained a chuckle at his own joke, and took a deep breath and focused his magic in on himself. He hoped it would be enough to conceal his approach. He tried to step lightly down the hallway, doing his best to notice any more of Scary Spice's homemade traps. He pressed himself up against the wall left of the door frame.

"bnc. If this all goes to drek, just keep your cool, and things turn out aces, alright?"

Slobbertooth held his HK-227 pointing upwards with his right hand, and rasped his knuckles on the door. Slobbertooth considered speaking in Or'zet or Japanese, but he didn't want to sound like an orc thug (and angry... angrier one), or a Yakuza come to collect on some past dues,

"Hoi chummer or chummers. Just a man looking for a meet n greet with Scary Spice. Nothing violent. Just here on behalf of a girl from Moma Chaus's interested in confirming his well being."

Ability Boost Agility [2]: 8d6t5 4 2
Stealth [9]: 12d6t5 3
Perception [5]: 14d6t5 3