[luckace]

"Service charge? Aww, don't ya know the saying "a little companionship keeps the business smooth? Ya know I'm not made of gold."

Negotiating w Ashish: 2d6t5 1
The spell wore off, right?

[gilga]

How far are you in the future ? Mark is capable of maintaining the spell while he hacks unless there is a data bomb and he does not want to mess up and he'll need the extra dice from augmenting himself to ensure success. higher concentration is incredible when not in combat as it allows Mark to augment scarcrow while he do matrix stuff in AR.

[luckace]

Oh, all right, I didn't know that Mark could still keep the spell up. Thanks for making that clear, gilga.
In that case, four more dices:
Augmented Charisma: 4d6t5 1
Man, I really underestimated how useful negotiation (and charisma in general) is. The next character I create will definitely have more of both!

[Volker]

Mark


The following lines are to be ignored:

Ah! Okay. Inside the host, you can perceive one hidden icon.
You can see that the file has no databomb, but it is protected.

You do have a mark on the host. You do not, however, have a mark on the file. You can't edit it or do anything without a mark on the icon itself.
Also, Edit file is not an Extended test (neither is matrix search, by the way).
Anyway, let's see whether you find the time to download the file at all...

Smiling, you stretch out your virtual arms towards the file as you catch the glimpse of a shadow behind you. Not that there would be a specific source of light - your matrix sensors warn you of another icon behind you.
As you turn around, you see the massive shape of a living guardian statue, standing more than seven feet tall. It resembles the Ancien Egyptian god of Death, Anubis. The statue wears a huge ankh-shaped staff as a two-handed weapon. The golden head of the staff blinks in the dim torch light. You can see that it is sharpened into a very thin blade indeed.
Without further warning, the statue swings his blade, trying to decapitate you.

Here's an image: IC

Matrix INI: 4d6+10 31
Please roll for your initiative.

Scarcrow

Negotiation: 8d6t5 1   
"Aye, and so does money. But of course I don't want to rob my customers. For 20k rupees, I'll forward you to a proper dealer. Sounds fair?"

[luckace]

"Twenty-thousand rupies just for an address? Sheesh, you ain't makin' it easy for me, chummer...
But then your dealer better make me a fair price, tik chha?

I'm north of Jamal, near Durbar Marg. The closer he is, the better. But most important: he should have amnas..." Drek, what's the word again?! "...stuff that makes you forget things. "


I guess the negotiation-roll has already been calculated within his offer and therefore I can't negotiate anymore?

[Volker]

@luckace
Yep, they are. 20,000 rupees are only 200 nuyen which is nothing at all. That dude has to live off something and 200 really is a present, considgering that it is a worthful information and his only job to sell these infos. In the end, it saved you a whole connection.

Scarcrow

"I do hope so. But as hard as you am, I guess you'll want him to give you money for his services in the end.
Hmm ... lemme see. Yeah, there's somebody. He's a drug dealer but he should do the stuff you like. Almost a namesake. Listens to the word "Weasel", but don't you dare call him Ron. The address is attached below. Ah, and one warning. He is very keen on discretion, so you better contact him discreetly."

Mark

As you walk along the walls, one of the hieroglyphs draws your attention. As you inspect it more closely, you realize that the eye-shaped sign is acutally moving. A short scan reveals it to be a patrol IC.

[luckace]

Assuming that we don't have to roleplay the transfer of the money:

"Sure, I value discretion just as much. But can you describe how he looks ? Don't wanna get the wrong guy.
How much you think that'll be?
Great. Thanks a lot, chummer. I'll remember it!"

As soon as he has the information, he texts his comrades:

@Team:
<<Got a dealer. I'll go and talk to him right away, if team agrees.
Anything to add? Experience with prices for drugs?>>

@Mark:
<< When you're done with whatever you're doing I'd ask you to erase digital of a conversation I just had. Can that be done right now?>>

[gilga]

When Mark saw the Patrol IC he quickly hid he could not exactly fight. His RCC did not support the features of a full blown deck and using the expensive deck felt 'wrong'. Mark only had a stealth machine. After a short while, he continued the search now running silent thinking "This is some paranoid bantered."

[Volker]

Scarcrow

"Aye. The Weasel is thirty-ish. He's got a small mustache, but never mention it, right? Slim face, narrow like one weasel. Tall figure, though, six feet something, but skinny girlish-like, right? Usually wearing some metal band shirts, he is. Good luck, and send him my regards. Tell 'im that if he don't get 'is arse here and clear his debts, you were the last customer I sent, but not the last ugly troll. Got it? See ya."
The connection breaks.

Mark

Quickly, Mark ran a routine that altered his virtual position and icon, turning him into a Nubian slave icon, doing his business in the host. The eye once more shot a look at you, but then identified you as a legal icon and continued his search for intruders.
Soon you have found the papyrus. After you identified it as the file dealing with Musaa, you quickly load a program that now appears in the shape of a small ritual blade to cut off the (slightly anachronistic) seal of wax that's wrapped around the papyrus. It breaks without much resistance, and you hold the file in your hands.

[Jack_Spade]

Cinder replied to Scarcrow:
<<Ah, good, I've been asking around internally about a connection. Give me your position, I'll come over to give you cover - with drug heads you never know what to expect.>>

[gilga]

It took  a few swings of the knife but finally the file was on the deck. It was time not to provoke luck so Mark disconnected and left the host before things would get ugly. His RCC the one he was used for and loved proved cpable of the job and shiny new deck remained orphan.  "Perhaps if I customize it to my needs he though - but honestly it neededn't much customization it was one mean hardware beast."

Packing up he tells Scarcraw "I am back from Egypt got some nice candies along the way. What was it you wanted me to do? You need the information erased locally or on the other device as well? "

With that Mark took Scarcraws comlink and ran a simple script that eliminated anything of his last comcall.


What Matrix actions I need to do to do what Scarcraw wants? 
Erase file on a friendly device don't require a roll right?

[luckace]

@Cinder:
<< Aye, here are our coordinates. Our dealer is more north, close to where once the restaurant OR2K was.>>

"Both, if possible", the troll answered. "Would be great if no tracks lead to my contact."
And then, more silently, added:  "Cinder is on the way to join us."

[Volker]

Indeed, the contact is in a sidealley to the main street. Behind the former Israelic restaurant Or2K, there is a shabby hotel with the speaking name "Sanjeev's Hotel". A small ARO promises "Big joi for little rupee".
If the Rat's tag is correct, this is where you're supposed to meet the other rodent.

[Jack_Spade]

Cinder arrived with his coat covering up his armor and all other police insignia removed. He nodded to Scarcrow:
"I'll leave the talking to you. But be ready for anything. First time customers that look a bit to rich tend to receive only lead around this city."

[luckace]

"La.", Scarcrow approved. "Usually I'd say three guys might be a little too many, but in that case it probably ain't bad. My contact told me our dealer 's got some bad debt, so we double-function as reminder of who's in charge.", and he summarized the conversation with Ashish for them.

He looked upwards to check in which rooms the light was on and then inspected the dorbell-signs or further AROs - should there be any.


"Why don't we get some boxes with food or drinks? Looks more casual if we're equipped with something else than weapons, and if we have to ask around, it's better to not raise any suspicion. Heard the weasel's really keen on discretion.."