[Volker]

"What? What? Are you threatening me? What is this all about? Employer? Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?
I... I, too, have friends. Get your asses out of here. I don't want business with anybody of you folks. Crap. Drek. Get out of my sight."

[luckace]

Scarcrow didn't move an inch.
"Easy, doc! We're here to help. If we were trying to threaten you, you would've noticed."
You're in deep drek without even knowing it. The implants you made were used for attempted murder and far, far worse crimes. I know a cop that would be quite eager to bust the one responsible, and trust me, he ain't the forgiving kind. Do you believe in karma? Then you know how it goes... your sins always get you back! And your sins, pal, just wait until we leave this place to fuck you up. "


  Intimidating Harka: 13d6t5 3

If the doctor doesn't interrupt him:
"Well, unless you wanna get out of that mess. Then you'll need a really fucking good decker really fucking fast, and believe it or not, one's standing right in your lab, so think again before you throw him out."

That said, he put his hands inside his pockets ( to emphasize his words as well as to be able to reach his shock-gloves) and awaited the doctor's reaction.
<< Not keen for violence, but ready to knock him out if you need time to erase our meeting >>

[gilga]

Mark gently touched Scarcraw's head and it was all he needed to augment his personality and make him more scary...

[Volker]

Harka could hardly swallow his anger. "Who sent you anyway? How are you, heh? Or rather, who do you fucking think you are? What do I care for what customers need my tech for? Do you think they implant wired reflexes to play basketball faster? I do services to my customers, aye, and what they do with it, is none of my business, so I...
That moment Mark touches Scarcrow's head. A hardly perceptible, yet nonetheless visible shimmering arose around his fingers. It was just a spark, but it was enough smoke to suspect the fire.
Harka, until now trying to settle the meeting in a peaceful way, now totally freaked out. "Get the fuck out o-" He was interrupted by a loud noise, when the door banged open with an audible crash. A heavily armed and armored ork soldier stood in the doorway, pointing his Yamaha Raiden assault rifle directly at Mark. "Freeze!", he commanded with a somewhat metallic voice.
"And lift the spell", added the doc.

[gilga]

Mark smiled and show no emotion, he said
"I think it is time to leave... how about you put the boom stick away from my face I will leave willingly mind you. Unless you are an adrenaline junkey and would like to see what kind of magic I placed on my already manacling friend. It is your clinic - doc and it is bad for business to start a gunfight in it." His time in prison taught him not to show any sign of weakness  and that the best spell is the one that you did not have to cast.

[luckace]

"You move that gun away, li'l one", Scarcrow snarled at the ork "No harm was done, we were just talking.", and he slowly moved his empty hands out of his pockets, eyeing the soldier carefully.

<< Let's leave this fucker. But I say we might as well try our luck with another cyberdoc. One that's not involved with the temple at all and won't be suspecting.>>

[gilga]

>> Next time I do the mojo before we start I am not charming enough without a bit of juice. What can I do... even the most simple of spells send these eggheads to the guns. I feel so silly.

[Volker]

After a moment of silence, in which you suspect sub-vocal communication between Harka and the ork, the bodyguard lowered his gun an inch or two. It's more a symbolic gesture, but it is a symbolic gesture.

"Go tell your boss to mind their own business. I'm just doing a service job here. I got no business with my customers, I only implant what I get paid for. What that is, or what it's used for, that's none of my business. So go get your trouble somewhere else. I have enough with paying my rent."

[luckace]

Scarcrow nodded. He understood that this man didn't want to be of help. Whatever, anyone with knowledge abut skilljacks will do. As long as he doesn't tip us off.

"You're right on that one. What your customers do is none of your business. Safer to keep it that way... people might think you're involved."
He turned the soldier and waved him to clear the exit. "Now... let's not make a fuss. We'll leave."

sorry for absence and shortness of post, studies keeping me in tight scedule. should have more time in a week or so.

[Volker]

If you leave, the two don't make any more trouble. They watch you carefully, though.

I offer each of you to spend one point of edge which does not refresh until the end of this quest. I can't tell you what you get for it, but I feel I have to offer it to you.

[gilga]

"I'd rather talk to machines than to these assholes" Said Mark and once found a place relatively hidden from sight attempted to hack into the clinic records to find out what he can about them. He was in the street so he used no magic or hot sim as the environment did not allow it but still old school hacking is also fun, even if not as immersive as augmented senses in hot sim. From being in the machine it became a job - hacking.


AR hacking: 13d6t5 6

[luckace]

Scarcrow took it as a good sign that the conversation made Harka uncomfortable. So there's still something like a soul within you.
" I mean it.The less you're involved with your clients, the more trouble you avoid. Think about your karma. And about your rent. Trouble is bad for business, you know that."

If they make no effort to stop him and add nothing new, he heads outside and makes sure no one shady approaches Mark while he's busy.



Oh, hey, we didn't even try basic negotiations yet, did we?
...
negotiating with Harka: 6d6t5 0(no glitch)
*Sigh...* well, nevermind.

[Volker]

"What do you care about my business, eh? I just wanna keep my shop running, la? Ger your asses outta here, before I make you a second butthole."

[luckace]

"Aye, your life ain't none of my business. Le's keep it that way.", Scarcrow said as he left the clinic.

He sent a summary of the bad news to Cinder and also asks him if he has connections that could lead to a druggist.

Then he sends a short message to Liz, a cyberdoc he knows decently well:
<< Namaste, bahini! Everything all right?
 Had to deal with some datajacks lately, but being the dumb trog that I am, I got some questions I gotta ask an expert. How experienced are you with skilljacks? Don't worry, just private curiosity.>>

[Volker]

Only one-and-a-half minutes later, Liz calls back. She smiles, when she sees your scarred face. She's wearing her labcoat, suggesting she's at work.
Lucky roll: 1d10 4 average
"Namaskar, daai! Kosto chha?
Skilljacks you say? Well, not a whole lot, but I know enough that skilljacks and datajacks have nothing to do with each other. They might look similar, but there are quite different. So what are you talking about exactly? Skilljacks, datajacks, or something else entirely?"