[obidancer]

Kachina and Manny were chatting but ARO kept popping up in her peripherical vision. She wasn't a fan of AR at all and was about to turn of her headband/trodes but she knew it was important to kept a direct line of communication with the rest of the team.

She send a quick mental message to Ravener. <<Ravener [Kachina]: Can you pick up Big Guy and Forty on your way to the rendez-vous point, please. Appreciate it. >>

[Jayde Moon]

Listen, I'm looking for someone or a group, and I need a lead. I'm sure it will cost me more than a soycaf, but you may have info I need.
There's been a run on a corp - I know, nothing new here. The perpetrators are a group of runners, low ethics -it was a massacre- but skilled at what they do. One of them is an Awaken, Mage or Shaman I couldn't tell, but an expert mentalist for sure. He pulled some good illusions and dangerously enough some mind / memory control. From what we gathered they may not be necessary from Seattle, maybe more rural neighborhoods. I need an ID or lead on the Magician, the Runners team, or the person / entity who hired them.  Would that ring any bell for you? And look I don't care if you were involved in the hiring process, all I care is to find them.

"Hunh," Manny shakes his head.  "No runners that I know of operating against Shiawase... I can try to look into things for you, maybe give me a few hours.  I'll give you a call?"

[obidancer]

Kachina only stared at Manny. She knew many body language techniques to impress. Some were making people uncomfortable, other simply scared. But she just stared at him and stood up, confident in her demeanor. 
She liked Manny, he was a good source of information and she actually enjoyed spending time with him. On some rarer occasion she was close to calling him a friend.

You do that Manny. Your price is mine for the info.

She started walking away when she turned to him again. I said nothing about Shiawase. You do know a lot, don't you... I'll be waiting for your call.

Kachina walked away, making sure on her commlink the drinks were paid for.

She made her way to  public transportation to get back to the park her car was and made her way to the mob place Angus had prepared for them.

[Turkish]

Team [Henway] Hey, anyone pickin' me and Fawtee up or we need ta find a cab?

VanGuard replies while the van continues to his apartment in Auburn.  He hasn't received a reply back from Kayla, so he hopes that if she is home, that she doesn't have a party going on.  Also, no response from Joey.  This isn't good.  I have nothing to bring to the table as far as actionable intel.

>> Team [VanGuard] I can pick both of y'all up after I have secured the rest of my toys from my pad.  Give me about 45 minutes to pick y'all up, it shouldn't take me long to get the rest of my gear.  Of course that assumes that traffic doesn't get dumb. <<

Once he arrives to his apartment, presuming no shenanigans are going on at the pad, he loads the bumblebee and the weapons for it (along with ammunition) into his van.  He double checks his go sack to make sure that anything he might need for the job is ready to go.

>> Team [VanGuard] Team, barring any traffic snafus, I should be at the meet location in about twenty.  So far traffic is ok, but I will advise if I am going to be late. <<

[WillAsher]

Team [Ravener] VanGuard, if you need me to pick them up I can.  Otherwise I will see you at the meet.  I will have my Gopher, so I can carry gear too.  I am presently just sifting the boards for any signs of the hiring messages for the job or runner teams with similar MOs.

After ensuring that VanGuard has the rest of the team, Ravener heads to the meet while marking posts that might be related for the team to review.

[Beta]

this might be a bit early to post this, but I’m probably not going to get another chance to post for 24+ hours so putting this up now.  Can edit or delete this and repost it farther down thread later, if other things should be coming first.

Forty takes one step into their meeting room then stops.  She scans the bare concrete walls, improvised chairs, and memories of stains on the floor, then nods to herself and marches up to Angus.

“Chummer, this is perfect.  Exactly how I’d imagine something like this would be.  THIS is the sort of place where I can feel at home—no illusions here.  Very nicely done!”

While she’s close to the oddly smooth troll, she takes a moment to breath in his odour and try to cement it in her memory.  It is a bit different, but in this room there is also a background of damp cement and old sweat, so she’ll have to see how well she can tell his own scent in the future.

[Agleaca]

Behind the rooms smell and the industrial cleaner Forty would get a strong smell of gun oil, gun powder, ivory soap, and a tang of unidentified chemicals.

Angus smiles, ”I try to be practical, but thank you.” Angus pushes the egg rolls forward” Help yourself.”

[Yok]

The van creaks as Henway climbs out of it, the suspension sighing in relief as the half ton of troll removes his bulk from the vehicle.  He looks up and down the dead end street, noting the smells, the trash, the dumpster and the half lit sign.  He mutters to nobody in particular as he slings his bag over his shoulder, It's like bein' at fraggin home.  Same drek, different city.

Entering the Mended Drum behind Forty, he ignores the patrons who look up as the door opens, looking instead towards the bartender who looks over the large troll and simply nods towards the path to the storage room.  The cook does the same as Henway passes through his domain, and he finally reaches his destination.

Glancing around, Henway grins at the others present as he unslings his bag and sets it next to the table.  He considers each of the chairs before settling into a cross legged position on the floor, placing his back against a wall.  Ain't none of dem gonna hold me up, chummer, he comments with a look towards Angus.  Not ta worry, I'm kinda used ta sittin' on da floor when I ain't standin'.

[Turkish]

On his way to pick up Henway and Forty, VanGuard notes that Kay had left her gun and belt of ammo in the van; he stashes it in the center console and makes a note to himself to let her know where to find it.  With the noticable tilt of the van as Henway sits down, VanGuard adds another note to make sure that both of the Trolls are not sitting on the same side of the van if they both wind up riding in the van together.  About ten minutes later they're at the Mended Drum.  Once Henway and Forty have exited the vehicle, VanGuard makes sure to grab his area jammer, just as a precaution, before entering the bar. VanGuard barely catches Henway entering the bar.  He wanders up to the bartender, "Whiskey, neat.  Did you see where my two friends went?"

After quietly pouring the drink and a long stare at VanGuard, the bartender allows with a nod towards a door in the back, "They went that way.  20 nuyen."   VanGuard transfers the money and thanks the bartender as he leaves the bartop with his drink. 

Entering the room, the chemical smell of the room hits him like a smack upside the head.  "Knowing the territory, I don't think I want to know why this room reeks of harsh chemicals," VanGuard ponders to himself.  He sits on one of the empty chairs and greets the rest of the team.

"I brought an area jammer and I also have a noise generator, just in case."  VanGuard sets the jammer up on the table and turns it on and then activates the noise generator built into his suit.

If Angus mentions that either the jammer and/or the noise generator are unnecessary or that such equipment is already active, he would not set them up as well as not turn them on.

[Agleaca]

As Henway enters sits down a passes over the remaining troll bowl from Yu Soon Fatt as well as the extra sides and spices. "I hope you like your food spicy, this ones hot even for a troll. Sorry for the seating its what I could scrounge up on the moments notice." He nods as VanGuard comes in and starts to set up his equipment. "The room is secure physically but you cant be to safe. Thank you, for bringing the kit"

[WillAsher]

Ravener sighs as he looks at the dive before locking his Gopher and adjusting his coat.  Now wreathed in static, he strides into the bar before walking directly back towards where his teammates commlinks are waiting.  Entering, he nods to his companions and sits down.  'Got the comlink unlocked and the rest of the data I pulled off the host for us to review.  I also scanned the boards, but not sure anything there will point us to our perps.'

[Yok]

As Henway enters sits down a passes over the remaining troll bowl from Yu Soon Fatt as well as the extra sides and spices. "I hope you like your food spicy, this ones hot even for a troll. Sorry for the seating its what I could scrounge up on the moments notice."

Henway shrugs in response.  "Fuggadaboudit.  It iz wut it iz."  His eyes perk up at the mention of the food, and he sniffs at the bowl as is it is passed over.  "Aw yeah, dat's wut I'm talkin' about.  Tanks, chum.  I'm still growin', so dis is just wut da doctor ordered.

After having said that, he proceeds to demolish the bowl of noodles and side dishes offered in record time.  Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he leans back and waits for someone to start laying out what they have learned so far.

[obidancer]

Kachina parked  not too far from the address Angus had provided. The entrance to the bar couldn't be any less inviting. A rat rat across the passage way coming from the garbage that ere almost blocking the door to the Mended Drum. She made a mental note that she should really invest in a quiet spot to organize these kind of meetings.

She entered with confidence, showing she knew what she was doing. She saw the bartender, only asked "Angus?", and a nods from his head towards the kitchen is all she needed. She followed through and quickly made her way to the 'meeting' room. In an age of Augmented Reality, it was almost refreshing to see the place was 'as is'. Everyone was there already, and some had already started with the food. She didn't care, she wasn't hungry.

She nodded to her new companions. The room was big enough for everyone to fit, but the two Trolls, particularly Henway, were making it feel more congested. Well, I'm glad to see everyone could make it. Ravener, you got the feed from the 'link? Let's start with this and will brainstorm after... what's in the bag? she asked, pointing at Henway's huge golf bag alike. It could almost fit a body.

[Jayde Moon]

At that point, Ravener plays the video for everybody and there it is.  The man is walking to the door when it opens.  There is a shimmer and then a man with a drum fed... submachine gun... fades into view.  He is wearing a white ballistic mask with a grill over the mouth.  Red trails 'drip' from the dark eyes of the mask, creating the appearance of weeping blood.  He is dressed in solid olive fatigues and an obviously armored vest.

The man seems to notice the viewer noticing him and raises the submachine gun to his shoulder.  The viewer turns quickly and you all lose sight of the man and then there is a jumble in the scene as you guess the man is shot in the back and falls to the ground.  A few moments later, the feed goes out.

[obidancer]

Kachina crossed her arms observing the feed from displayed by Ravener. A visual, finally. It wasn't much but at least that was the best lead they had.
Ravener, isolate the feed of the killer. That's the best description we have so far, let's see if we can get anyone to put a name on it. And even better, a location.

Kachina had been running for more than three years already, more or less intensely, and she' had seen her share of runners. She tried to remember if the mask could rang a bell.

OK, so let's recap. From what we have gathered, a group of runners came in Shiawase Tower in a black unmarked van, probably by mind manipulating the guards. they bricked all the cameras, and covered by a powerful invisibility spell made their way directly into the HR department. From the boot print found, they, or at least one of them, may come from a more rural area. It seems the masked gunner was only here to kill everyone and leave no witness. Timeframe seems to indicate they may have had only a few minutes to steal anything. One employee, Peter Spears, used his last strength, before being murdered, to pull up some data about Greenfields hires.

Did I miss anything?

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