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« Reply #165 on: <02-03-16/1733:06> »
"That's where the mule drones come in. I trust Al, Half Pint and you can rig them up as our troop transporters.
Navigating rolling crates through below would be a pretty difficult task. Although I'm sure that Rick here could use levitation to sort out all our logistic problems, I think we should be mobile even without resorting to magic.

Robyn, you and Iris are taking care of Below for the moment as well as our cover Identities.

I'll ask around to get us some props for our tour.
We'll stay in contact and meet up in - let's say 12 hours. If someone of you has a nearby place we can use, this would be an ideal time to share. Otherwise we can meet down at Rory's workshops next to Big Yellow Self Storage next to the M1. There is a large unit there, of which I happen to have the keys. 

Speaking of witch: Rick, I need your help with a trick I want to learn. Do you have a minute or two?"


Isaint finished his own beer and resisted the urge to order a second. There was much to do after all.
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« Reply #166 on: <02-03-16/1801:43> »
"Well alrighty then, my place is a ways outta town now, but I brought tools with. So reckon I'll jist mosey on over ta this Rory's place an' git ta work. See what there ta scrounge, what I gotta make some calls about. Like I said, anything ya wanna take down there concealed, ya bring it to me an' we'll sort ya out per the newly designated rock and roll cello theme. Jackhammer, ya said you's comin' with me?"

His gravel-pit voice was full of it's usual sardonic cheer, but for some reason he was mostly looking down at the table or up at the walls, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with anyone at all as he got up to leave.

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« Reply #167 on: <02-03-16/2331:36> »
Robyn is apparently sitting slumped in her chair at the table, when in reality she is already in Berlin, Germany; her travel time was near instantaneous on the EVO global grid.  She flashes a bit of leg at the guardian as she shows her authorization to access the local grid and he grins at her and lets her jump across.  Once there she glides through the matrix streets, looking for the hosts that hide the grunge bars of the Berlin underground music scene.  She requests and gets a mark on the first host and slips inside, heading for the basement and the really loud music.  The lower club is crammed full of twenty-something German youth looking for any way to forget what life is like on the outside of the club.  Music, drugs, and sex are pretty much available for anyone with a few nuyen and the desire to get lost.  The club caters to the matrix crowd as well and Robyn's is not the only avatar in the place.  She looks around and moves behind a virtual column as the meat Robyn manipulates her software and the Robyn that emerges back into the crowd is dressed pretty much the same as everyone else.

Robyn dances through the crowd, shifting partners with almost every song.  Being a virtual person, her avatar can dance tirelessly as she seeks out the icons of the office, noting the lax matrix security in the process.  It is child's play to slip past he drugged-up security guard and go up the short set of stairs to the office.  She finds the files for past engagements to be completely unguarded and in almost no time she has edited the file to show that the cover band, Dead Men Walking, featuring Star Blazer, has played the club several times in the past several years.  Robyn stops to add a file to send some stickers and fliers by overnight delivery to the London postal box she uses for drop messages.  She slips back out of the office and her attention is caught by a virtual bulletin board on the wall, listing the locations of clubs just like this all over Europe.  The Robyn avatar smiles as she commits the map to memory then leaves the host, headed for the next club on her list.  In short order, Robyn places records of appearances of Dead Men Walking in the files of four low clubs and has four sets of accessories headed her way. 

Robyn slips back to the EVO grid and rushes to Paris, stopping in three smaller cities along the way, where she repeats the process in a way that shows the path of the band as it moves from Germany to France and then to England.  In her VR state she slips from location to location on the matrix, leaving a trail of band appearances for someone to follow if they are of a mind to.  She does not notice Al preparing to leave, or anything else, for that matter.  It is quite likely that those who have seen someone in the throes of VR would recognize her state.
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« Reply #168 on: <02-04-16/1656:45> »
Isaint was on his way out, making sure everyone had gotten the suggested meeting point  since nobody had suggested a different place.

While moving back to his bike Isaint shot a quick list of things he wanted to bring - realizing that his usual arsenal would bring some troubles about. But there was nothing to it. He'd need to reduce his loadout.

The Ares Victory Wildhunt Jacket wasn't perfect, but would do for a high class environment.
Helmet and mask were not illegal, but couldn't be worn in the open, so that certainly counted to things best locked away.

The lined coat was at home everywhere.
The two tasers were completely legal and stayed.
Now, the Guardian and the Warhawk both needed licences - Isaint shot a short message to the Johnson to include licences for his persona for those two babies - even if they had to be transported in a locked box.

He sent a message to Alan, his Armorer of choice:
<<Hi Alan, I need on short notice two hermetically sealed Hard-Shell Briefcases - Rating 12.
Thanks in advance>>
Another message was sent to his well connected fence Darren Harrow:
<<Hi Darren, special order - I need a large, heavy drum kit - including a big bass drum and lot's of stainless steel parts to fool millimeter wave and x-ray scanners. Add some saxophones or whatever other brass instruments you can find fitting a hip young band. The heavier the better.


That would take care of the ammo being detected inside the mules.
The rifles where made to be folded and could be very compact - nothing he wanted to use in the Underplex, so it would stay inside the compartment.

The other stuff he kept in his backpack would also stay for the moment with Arthur - his mobile supply depot. Amedi would stay above ground at the ready.


The full body armor, the shotgun and the drone belonged together. They would have to stay firmly in Below, secured by his RP cloak.

That left the weapon focus. Best to stash that with the music gear as well.

Satisfied for the moment, he waited for Rick to catch up.

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« Reply #169 on: <02-05-16/0037:24> »
Robyn has always liked Paris.  It is her favorite large city in the world to visit, just ahead of Hong Kong.  The Paris meat world is pure lights and excitement and its virtual space is several times that.  She glides along virtual streets past hosts of every kind, all beckoning her avatar to enter and spend time inside.  Eschewing these, she speeds down side streets, each one getting narrower.  Robyn finds the first host on her Paris list with no problem and soon has repeated the process of implanting information that the band had been here.  The second proves a bit more difficult as the club manager is hosting an orgy in his office.  The number of pairs and triples in one small room is surprising, but more surprising is the bouncer pointing to a sign indicating that anyone entering the room had to be naked, and that includes all avatars.  Robyn doffs her clothing, placing it in the bin provided, and enters the room.  She is immediately the center of attention of a rather interesting looking couple of Elves, who are all gothed up and looking to include her in their sexual experiments.  Soon she is groping and fondling both of the others with half of her attention while the rest is searching the files on the manager's desk.  Robyn finds what she is looking for and slips her information in before making an excuse to her new companions and leaving.  The temptation to stay and enjoy herself was very strong, but she has a mission to do and work comes before pleasure.  She notes the address in her personal file for a later visit and moves on to the third stop.

Finished in Paris, Robyn moves on toward the coast, stopping twice to plant evidence in small clubs.  Then comes her first real test.  The matrix security of the small clubs had been laughable, but now she is trying for the Chunnel Transit Authority.  Getting in was easy; the host offered marks to anyone who wanted one.  Finding the proper file was more difficult and took more time than she wanted, and they were better protected.  Still, the record of fourth-class tickets is not vital to the operation of the train system and she was able to edit the file to indicate seven additional purchases made by the manager of Dead Men Walking. 

Pulling out of the host, Robyn decided to do the London leg of the journey in the morning and jumped onto the EVO net to get back to the tavern, where she slowly came out of VR and looked around.
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« Reply #170 on: <02-05-16/0759:29> »
...where she saw most of the group getting up and prepping to break camp. Al and Jackhammer were already near the door, but the smaller man stopped awkwardly as if he'd forgotten something, and her enhanced hearing heard her say to the huge ork - "Shit, Robyn came with me, better see if she...hey, big guy, ain't you her bodyguard fer this here shindig?" At which point he called out to her, "You still need a ride somewhere?" He was going for indifferent nonchalance, but his sandpaper voice cracked uncharacteristically, and he fooled no one who was paying any attention.

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« Reply #171 on: <02-05-16/1034:28> »
Robyn looks around with the characteristic blankness of someone who has just come out of VR then says, "I need to go home to pack some things.  I am not sure that there is enough room in your car for Al and me and Jackhammer, so I can take a cab.  Al, it was really good to see you again.  I hope that we can talk later?"  She stands up and walks to the door, the Hell Hound at her left side.  "I will be at the rendezvous site in a few hours."
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« Reply #172 on: <02-08-16/1034:13> »
Jackhammer nodded at her response and tried to use physical presence to keep Al moving--a trick he'd had to use a lot as a bodyguard. Naturally he'd have preferred to ride with her, but he couldn't think of a really smooth way to make that happen, especially since she was presumably going back to her place and Jackhammer didn't have any business there; at least, none related to the run. But he did have business getting things ready for the run, and if he was going to keep this girl alive long enough to see what she was doing later, and more importantly who she was or wasn't doing it with, then he'd need to make sure everything was perfectly ready. He'd never smuggled weapons before, but Al seemed like the kind of guy who had, so he'd have to make sure the little guy didn't get drunk or distracted. No mistakes this time. Not like the last run. Not like his first trip Below. Never again. This one would be clean.

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« Reply #173 on: <02-08-16/1619:04> »
Halfpint stood to let the others out from behind the table, shimmying across the bench and hitting the floor with a light thud, head at the same height as the table.
The overall plan seemed a bit clearer, but was still more like clear-as-mud than gin-clear at this point.
He knew wheeling several combat drones specced like tanks through the middle of the plex wasn't going to end well and was itching to sit down with the schematics to figure out routes in and out, but knew that the extraction plan was not even really in place yet and tried to calm his mind of the usual worries.
It'd get worked out in time.
He hoped.
He'd got a long night ahead of him in Vr anyways, scoping out his edit suite's deeper functions to massage life into the cover story for the band.
That'd keep him occupied for a while.
sorry for the late reply guys, been getting lots of malware warnings when trying to load up the forums. seems to have resolved now so back on it!

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« Reply #174 on: <02-08-16/1633:28> »
Al just shrugged at Alyce. "Yeah, sure, few hours." He didn't know if he was disappointed or relieved she'd decided to get a cab, but it was neither here nor there. They needed to keep things tight on this gig, and he figured they both needed some time to get their heads straight.

So he bumped down the stairs with Jackhammer and out into the street. It was still raining, but if he stood at the correct angle he could almost use the huge ork as an umbrella.

"Reckon I'm the Beamer here." The car in front of him had left, which was fortunate since he'd otherwise have been able to extricate himself from the spot he'd squeezed into earlier. "Done cleaned out the front fer ya."

Once they were in the car, Al lit a cigarette instead of starting the engine.

"Listen, amigo. Ain't seen ya since that last gig, an' I don't trust any comms with what I wanna tell ya. Hell, I shouldn't tell anyone, but you've got a right ta know. I done made a few enquiries, some same day as we split, a few later on. Now I ain't got no proof, but I wanna tell ya the circumstantials is stackin' up high in favor o' that whole family bein' alive an' well. Figure my theory about a switcheroo was right on. An' o' course if word was ta git out, well, that'd be all she wrote. That's it - ain't much in the tellin' but thought you'd wanna know."

Then the car started up with the low purr of a perfectly tuned engine, and the wipers started working at the sheets of water on the windshield.

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« Reply #175 on: <02-08-16/1634:26> »
Robyn and her Hell Hound companion leave the private room, following Al and Jackhammer.  On her way out, she collects up her drones from their overwatch stations and repositions them to cover her movement.  She smiles broadly at the several patrons in the main room who move far aside to give her plenty of room as she heads for the exit.  Once outside, she stands in the rain, having already announced to the others that her umbrella has had an epic fail.  Still, she is used to the London rain and she has things to think about now that she is out of the room.  She has already fixed the early trail for The Dead Men Walking tour and will do the London stops from home.  Iris is procuring the special mask for Robyn, so she does not have to worry about that.  All that is really left is to check on her meds load out and get things packed and moved over to the meeting place.
 
Looking about, she does not see a cab near by, or even a cab stand.  She could summon one, but feels more like a walk.  Al Guthrie.  Al Guthrie.  A name and a face she has never stopped hoping to see again.  She goes over his last words to her and reviews them in a calmer light.  Perhaps she has once again misunderstood what he has meant.  She shakes her head as she considers that is very like her when it comes to Al Guthrie.  Setting Sasha to follow her, she puts Misha away and slowly begins to walk down the street.

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« Reply #176 on: <02-08-16/1717:07> »
Halfpint follows the rest of the group downstairs and out into the cold, pulling his smart coat tight around his shoulders to ward the rain off.
Robyn seemed particularly reticent to the weather, heading down the road with no umbrella and the rain lashing at her hair.
Halfpint jogged to the van, fired it up and pulled up alongside, dropping the window to offer her a lift.
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« Reply #177 on: <02-08-16/2303:23> »
Robyn senses the van pulling up alongside her even before the feed from Sasha tells her about it.  She hears a window lower and then Halfpint is asking her if she wants a lift.  She turns to the halfer and says, "Thank you, Halfpint.  I would indeed like a ride.  As long as you are sure it is not out of your way and you can fit Al in there.  If not it should only be a few blocks to get to a street with a cab stand."

After being assured that the van has the room, she opens the door to let Al in and commands the Hell Hound to sit where Halfping indicates is good before sitting in the passenger seat.  "This is very kind of you.  How fortunate for both of us, as well.  I have laid a trail of band appearances from Berlin to Paris to the Channel already.  I am sending you a list of the places we have been to so you can flesh out the history.  I still have the London spots to set up yet, but that can be done tonight.  I was going to give the final list to everyone, along with a brief para on each place so they can answer questions if asked.  What additional information do you need from me to help with your role as manager?"

The van pulls up to the address Robyn gave Halfpint and he rigger sees it is the address of a book shop with "ROBYN'S" in gilt letters above the door.  Before getting out, Robyn turns and says, "Do you want to come up?  I need to change into different clothes and pack a few things.  My field stuff is pretty much packed and can be put in the van.  I was going to hire a van, but if you have the time and space..........."
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« Reply #178 on: <02-08-16/2344:29> »
Deckard always packed light. Most of his gear always fitted in his small duffel bag and as long as he carried his dad's revolver, he was happy with just improvising on site. That also meant he relied a lot on his teammates, but as long as he could take care of his side of the job, that was usually enough. That meant his spells and talent, but also his ability of communioning with ghost spirits and elementals.

It would be a good idea to try bonding an elemental. He had the time for it but was concerned about recovering fast enough from the demanding task.

Then he heard ISaint. Learning a trick? from him?
Yeah i've got a minute or two before I go deal with the Devil. I thought bringing some extra extra mystic powers could be useful. But tell, me, how can I help? Deckard said as he walked out with ISaint.
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« Reply #179 on: <02-09-16/0302:22> »
yeah, van's empty now so might as well load up whilst we've got the space to work with.
The bookshop looked homely, better than most of the runner's digs he'd seen at any rate. Pulling up in the loading bay, he killed the engine and followed robyn up
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