[gilga]

@Maxwell the cop say "Some street doctor... he should be in here... give him a call and have soykaf together or something. " He gives you a comecode you already have... the stealthy guy from yesterday.

[Mulcarn]

"You got to be fucking kidding me!  That chop doc is now gonna be my boss?  The Black Knight has a twisted sense of humor."  Maxwell lets out a pained groan and gives a message to the street doc.  Reluctantly Maxwell types out.  @Serge << "I heard you have a job for me.  Swing by my place and pick me up, then we can talk." >>

[All4BigGuns]

"You got to be fucking kidding me!  That chop doc is now gonna be my boss?  The Black Knight has a twisted sense of humor."  Maxwell lets out a pained groan and gives a message to the street doc.  Reluctantly Maxwell types out.  @Serge << "I heard you have a job for me.  Swing by my place and pick me up, then we can talk." >>

Serge sends a quick reply <<If you're speaking of what I think you are, then you should be rather far from your home at the moment. There is a coffee shop near enough to that precinct that you could walk there in five minutes. I will be there shortly.>>

[Mulcarn]

"Close enough I guess."  Maxwell coughs a few times then shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.  He then re-assumes his normal bad posture and slouched form and makes his way to the nearest coffee cafe. 

After about ten minutes he arrives at the shop and waits around for his "boss" to show up.  Sitting close to the entrance so he can find him faster.

[All4BigGuns]

Walking into the coffee shop, Serge turns his steps toward a table just near enough to the door to be noticed, but far enough away that random patrons can't overhear conversation as they enter. Taking a seat, he calls up the shop's menu in AR and places an order.

[Mulcarn]

Maxwell sees a man that resembles the doctor from last night walk through the door.  He notices the extremely formal attire and rigid posture.  "That's probably him."  The man walks over and sits down at a nearby table.  Wasting no time Maxwell walks up to the table as well and says to the man: "Hail and well met."

[All4BigGuns]

"Hello," Serge says simply, "Have a seat."

[Mulcarn]

Maxwell pulls up a chair and sits down across from Serge.  After a few moments of uncomfortable silence Maxwell finally says:  "Well here we are, now what did you want?"

[All4BigGuns]

Taking his coffee from the server drone, Serge takes a drink and waits a few moments for the machine to depart before speaking in a very low voice, "I can only assume from the message that you sent me that you were recruited for the same mission that I was. It's really quite simple. We need to be in Brain Eater territory shortly before 22:13 tonight, at which point we should receive a message detailing the location of someone we need to extract from their custody."


Is this roll enough to know their current territorial boundaries?

Street Gangs Knowledge 3 + Intuition 5
8d6.hits(5)=1

[Mulcarn]

"Who's the VIP?"

[All4BigGuns]

Leaning forward and physically calling up an image on the screen of his comm, Serge says, "A decker by the handle Mango."

[Mulcarn]

Maxwell scans the image and does his best to commit it to his memory, Maxwell says: "He an informant or something?"

[All4BigGuns]

Maxwell scans the image and does his best to commit it to his memory, Maxwell says: "He an informant or something?"

Serge shrugs his shoulders and says simply, in a flat tone, "That is for the employer to know and for us not to. The reason he's being extracted is irrelevant."

[Mulcarn]

Maxwell speaks in a hoarse annoyed voice: "It's gonna be our business when we are the ones doing all the work and shedding all our blood.  'MY' blood."

[All4BigGuns]

Shaking his head, Serge states flatly, "Not even then. Professionalism dictates that the reason for a job has no bearing. You do it, and you get paid. Asking questions makes you a liability to an employer."