[gradivus]

It’s just after Noon on a Wednesday when Haywire's commlink chirps. Checking it, he see a matrix icon that resembles the traditional smiley face image, only red and cocked to one side, with little jagged lines resembling tusks on the mouth of the icon. Answering the call, the icon is replaced by a familiar male ork. His face is lined with age; his hair and goatee is touched with grey and a pair of golden datajacks gleam along his left temple. Wire-frame glasses sit upon his nose, the kind that correct your vision, not tinted mirrorshades that make you look badass or even the more modern AR glasses or goggles, but honest-to-ghost reading glasses.

“Hoi chummer!” MacCallister says with a cheerful grin. “I hear tell your in Seattle and you might be interested in a bit of biz. If you’re interested, head on over to Underworld 93 tonight at 7. Bring three or four associates- it's a cakewalk, for real. There’s a small concert going on. Let the doorman know you’re there to meet me, and he’ll get you some good seats. After the show’s over, we’ll have a chat and I’ll tell you a bit more. interested?”

[Haywire]

Haywire is just chilling and looking at a replay of one of his favoured Vandals matches, the one when they crushed the Sharks in less than two rounds, when his commlink buzzs and a known face appears on a window in his vision field.

"MacCallister! How long has it been i didn't see your face! I heard about you and I trust you on this one, but in my experience the only milk run I did was in a soy-milk factory. I think i know the right people for the job. I'll see you at  Underworld 93 at 7 pm, and I hope the seats are good!"

Haywire then proceeds to close the call and stars a conference call. Four people with whom he ran the shadows some time ago: Listen, Mr. Berg, TwoSheds and Noll. They might not be the best people for the job, but he trusts them to be right.

"Hey guys. I know you may not have heard of me recently, but I have a job offer for you. It's from one of my associates. The meet is at Underworld 93 at 7pm, after the show. Just tell to the doorman that you should meet MacCallister. If anybody wants a ride, let me know."

After the call Haywire returns to the match.
I want my Agent to do a Matrix Search about the show they are going to see.
   8d6t5: 1
If it's not enough, I will search the info up:
   10d6t5 2

[Noll]

Caught off while drinking, the elf tries his best to fake a composure while answering
"Yes... Yes! I'm in, of course..."
There's some esitation at first in his answer, but then the voice becomes firm, maybe too firm. Is it the alcol or something struggling inside?
He immediately leaves the street pub he usually goes in. It's a small pub, just few "afecionados", usually, and it's very cheap.
"It's your chance, dude, that's what you wanted, isn't it?" Says the ork barman. The elf winks, get his stuffs and leaves the pub.
If there's a job, he knows he needs to at least change his clothes. He "know" he "needs" the job. He HAS to. He's a bit scared, but he should try to look cool, at least for her.

Noll will try to reach the Underworld93 at least 20 minutes before

[badneighbor]

Somewhere in the shed, his commlink buzzes and chimes its default ringtone. Two Sheds rubs the sleep from his eyes with one hand as he rummages through various piles of junk in search of the stupid thing. The dogs get all worked up every time it goes off but he can never remember to keep it silenced. A chorus of excited barking accompanies the ringing and Two Sheds swears under his breath but can’t help but smile a little. After all, the dogs are right: it is exciting. No one called him unless they had work, and it’s been too long. One of the smaller dogs, a 20-something pound bug-eyed mutt he called Always Shaking, gets into the spirit and starts pawing through the junk piles alongside him.

There it is: lying on the packed dirt floor just underneath a deflated tug-of-war basketball. Two Sheds picks it up, brushes it off, and checks the caller ID: Haywire. Conference call. A job, then, for sure. He pushes the shed door open and steps out into the sunlight as he pokes the “answer” button.

Two Sheds motions for the dogs to knock it off (only some of them do) and walks a little ways down the junkyard, listening as Haywire fills everyone in. When it’s his turn to speak, he says:

“I’m game. See you there, chummer.”

He hangs up and trudges back to the sheds, gathering his gear. He kneels down and scratches Always Shaking behind an ear.

“Gotta go earn a living. Probably be back tomorrow.”

Underworld 93 is a ways away but he’s got an early start. Should be a nice long walk.

[Stoneglobe]

Berg has been keeping a low profile since his arrival in Seattle and is currently hanging in The Chatsubo shooting the breeze with Max when his deck chirps to indicate the incoming call. Activating the wireless connection with his datajack he see's that it's Haywire.

Haven't heard from that bloke since he got me in country. Hope it's good news

Accepting the call, >>Aw right geezer, it's been a while since you buzzed me dog.<< Listening to the proposition a wave of relief washes over Berg. His creds running low and this is just the sort of opportunity he needs to get his new name on the market. Thank Christ for that. The influx of cred would be good. At least this way the landlord won't be after me for another month or so.

>>Colour me chuffed mate. I'm up for some biz if you've got some cooking. Fancy swinging by The Chat to pick me up on the way?<<

Once the calls ended Berg grabs a double espresso Gotta be sharp for the shindig tonight to replace the beer he's been drinking, "Chuck it on my tab hey Max, looks like I'll be able to square it away soon," and grabs a bit of time on the grids to see what he can find out about a cat named MacCallister.


Matrix Search - MacCallister: 14d6t5 4

[Novocrane]

>>you don yet?<<

Listen ignored the prompt and finished pinching the maglock on the coffin motel sleeper capsule. Stale, cherry-scented air with an undertone of corpse hit him full in the face as the lid popped open, and as he turned back he saw the source - a few used aisa blots, cracked vials he couldn't identify, and one stone cold OD'd dwarf, still smiling. He didn't miss a beat in climbing in, but closed the dwarf's eyes before rifling through his pockets.

"So long, chummer, and thanks for all the ..."

Listen was cut off by the sound of heavy pounding from at least two other sleeper capsules, then by the buzz of an incoming call.

"Haywire!"

The pounding stopped, replaced by a half dozen threats of bodily harm, drowned out by troll-thick or'zet.

"Haywire? I'll be there, big guy. First, though, I gotta see a slot about a chip.

>>Stogie; 37e needs cleaning - fx @ lostnfunds<<

After a moment's pause, Listen added, >>n how long does he have left? need a place to stay<<

[Haywire]

Haywire jumps in the van and, while the autopilot powers up the vehicle, controls that the drones are in the correct position. He sets the navigator to Berg's place. "If there is traffic, maybe I should take control...I hope we get there by 10 to 7."

He'll take the van, sporting all 4 drones (2 fly spy, rotodrone and FB bumblebee), I want to bring in my RCC, disguised as a briefcase, and my 2 fly spy under the lined coat.

[gradivus]

18:30 Wed 4May2072 Underground93

Listen arrives with plenty of time to spare.

Underworld doesn’t really look like much from the outside: a simple
ferrocrete building that looks like it should be warehousing machinery,
not the location of a nightclub. The only distinguishing features
of the club are a simple steel sign outside with the name, and an AR
display that is far more impressive blazing the name of the club in
bright neon lettering along with the club’s logo: Charon steering a
speedboat across the river Styx.. At one time, this was the place to
be for Seattle’s who’s who. The attraction for the place has long since
faded for younger crowds who are always looking for the next big
thing, but the place still retains its reputation as being the place to see
some of the hottest music acts of yesterday and today. Jetblack, Shield
Wall, CrimeTime, DarkVine, Blitzkrieg, the Psychedelic Phlegmm.
All have graced the stage at one time or another, and tonight looks
to be another big name.

There is a sizable crowd outside the building, with a line of people
stretching around the building. A pair of intimidating troll bouncers
wearing expensive tailored suits stand guard at the door, ignoring the
majority of the crowd as if they simply didn’t exist, only occasionally
letting people into the club aft er one of them consults an actual paper
list on a clipboard. One way to make a guest list unhackable is to
write it down. An ARO in front of the building explains the crowd.
Mercurial is doing an unannounced concert at Underworld 93 tonight
at 7:30.

[gradivus]

18:40 Wed 4May2072 Underground93

When Noll arrives he looks around. He finds Listen doing what he does best- looking inconspicuous and listening to the goings on in the crowd.

18:50 Wed 4May2072 Pullyup
Haywire and Berg are driving along when pass up an ork walking along the sidewalk. Berg blurts out, "Hey- isn't that you're guy, Two-Sheds." Stopping to pick up their ork acquaintance, they continue on to Underground93.

18:59 Wed 4May2072 Underground93
Upon arrival, Haywire parks the van and everyone piles out. Berg points out Listen and Noll conversing across from the crowd and the group decides to join them.

[Haywire]

"A rigger is never late, especially if the van could go really fast with a single thought. Having parked the van, Haywire waits for TwoShed and Berg, then goes for Listen and Noll. "Hey chummers! Has been a long time since I saw your faces in the flesh, and not as a flash in the Matrix! Shall we go inside? This should be an awesome show! With a simple thought, he powers up his deck, configure it for the evening. "It's not yet time for the little bugs, they should not be noticed.
Haywire sees the infinite Matrix upon his eyes when he logs on the local frid with his commlink. Actually his eyes do not see anything, but his brain does. "The AR sign of Charon is really a touch of style." he thinks to himself.

[badneighbor]

Two Sheds accepts the offer for a ride. He'd been having a nice walk, but work is work and it would be bad to be late.

Climbing into the van, he greets Haywire with a brotherly clap on the shoulder, then extends a hand to Berg.

"Hoy there. Don't think we've met. Call me 'Two Sheds', everyone else does."

He makes some small talk with the others the rest of the way to the Underground, then piles out once they've parked onsite. He introduces himself to the others in much the same way as Berg, though he kneels down to greet Listen more face-to-face. Two Sheds stands and stretches his back, straightening up and glancing around at the crowds milling around the outside of the club with a bemused grin.

"Big doin's, huh? Oughta be a good time, I think."

[Noll]

Waving at Haywire the elf silently join the group. His face looks serious and emotionless. He's probably hiding his true feelings, maybe a bit too nervous for a simple meeting.

Yo guys, there you are

He definitely feels a bit uncomfortable, but he steps in with the team.

How long has been... ?

[Novocrane]

"Ayy!"

If Listen looked thrilled to be at a Mercurial concert before, he looks even more excited when the other runners rock up. For a moment Listen looks serious as Two Sheds kneels down, and the gnome cranes his neck to look him in the eye - replying before he sticks out a diminutive hand to shake.

"You're a big, mean-looking fragger. Bigger and meaner, at least. Name's Listen."

Nudging the elf in the shin, Listen looks at him expectantly.

[Stoneglobe]

"Two Sheds? What's that, two sheds short of a factory or something?" Berg asks with a big grin in his face. "You can call me Icepick by the way. Guess we're going to be working together." Berg just doesn't feel comfortable with people knowing his real name so prefers to stick to the Nom de Guerre his is currently using.

As they pull up outside of the club Berg can't help but smile to himself,A Mercurial concert. Well shouldn't be surprised that an old timer like MacCallister would prefer an old time singer like Mercurial

As what seems to be the rest of the team converge Berg takes the time to introduce himself in much the same way as he did in the van. A gnome and an elf as well. Well aren't we the poster boys for multiracial harmony then.

"So if this is all of us shall we take this party inside then geezers?"

[gradivus]

18:40 Wed 4May2072 Underground93

When the party goes up to the Troll bouncers and giving their names say they are here to see MacCallister.

 The larger troll grunts; looks at his clipboard, and says,"Yes Mr Two Shed, you and your party are on the list. I'm Larry, and back there is my brother Daryl and my other brother Daryl. And this runt is Daryl's cousin- Moe. Melinda will gladly take you to your booth after you check any weapons at the coat room."

Looking over at where the troll's chin is pointed, the party notices a human female in a hostess outfit just beyond the MAD Scanner which is flanked by two more trolls in suits. Just before and to the right there's a glassed off room with an intercom and what looks like a slide drawer to send items back and forth. Beyond the MAD scanner is a hallway with some doors marked restrooms (Men/Women/Assisted) and several spiral staircase leading up.