[Herr Brackhaus]

"I'll follow you, but let's transfer gear before we arrive where you want to park; preferably an out of sight area somewhere" Marcus told Alf. "I've got some tools of my own that could be used for covert entry, but I've got room for more. Let's just say border checkpoints won't be a concern."

[Bewilderbeast]

Pepperface typed the address Sid provided into his commlink, actually transmitting it to the cyberdeck in hidden in his right arm. "Thanks Sid," he says, getting up to leave. "I think we can take it from here."

"Everyone, this is my commcode," Pepperface says as he heads toward the door. With a gesture from his thin black AR gloves, he summoned an ARO of unique series of digits. "Send me yours, and I'll try my best to keep our communications secure. I'll follow after you, but first I'm going to see what I can dig up on our target."

Once he gets back to his car, Pepperface gets inside and inclines his seat, closing his eyes. First he feels the sun filtering through the windshield of his crummy car, heating the interior of the cabin to an uncomfortable and stuffy warmth. And then he feels the blazing hot rush of hotsim, that initial sizzle that sends your whole body limp as your fingers slice through the data trails. Pepperface was no longer the scrawny, aging shadowrunner, but his custom-designed persona; a slim humanoid figure in a matte black suit with its facial features blurred by a swarm of pixels. The overall affect was a blend between that ancient Matrix meme Slenderman and a Rene Magritte painting. Pepperface's persona tossed that address into the Matrix, chasing down any info he could find. As an after thought, he send a command to his vehicle to turn the air conditioning on. Hopefully he wouldn't be in too long, but it's never a good idea to cook your meat unnecessarily.

Once inside the car, Pepperface is going reconfigure his deck to be Data Processing 5, Firewall 4, Sleaze 4, Attack 2, and he'll use his Overclocker PQ to increase Dataprocessing by another point. He's running the programs Virtual Machine, Signal Scrub (if necessary)and Toolbox, bringing his Data Processing up to 7 to run a Matrix Search in hotsim for anything associated with address:
Matrix Search on Address: Computer 5 + Intuition 5 + Hot Sim 2: 12d6t5 5 5 hits, no glitch, and under his limit.
Pepperface is also going to wrack his brain for any educated guesses as to what their mystery chemical might be:
Chemistry (Academic) 4 + Logic 8 + Mnemonic Enhancer 2: 14d6t5 5 5 hits, no glitch, and under his limit, too.

[Irn0rchid]

Heading to the exit with the others, Skate pauses at the door to put the hood on her cloak back up. "You guys are overthinking this. It's a big barrel. We should be able to lift it into the van. We're already on a short timeline and don't need to be messing around with trying to find winches, or dollies, or whatever. Lets go check the place out, snag the chems, and get moving. I'm pretty sure Sid's right about the lack of gang presence in the area, but give me a second to look at the map. Regardless, I'm fine leaving my bike and riding 'shotgun' in that," she points at Marcus' vehicle and laughs at her own joke.

[Raiderjoseph]

Vexboy took his image link glasses out and held back a bit of nausua as he copied the code and sent his own. "Uh... Just... Nevermind Sid. Thanks for tbe pancakes. I gotta go get my gear then I will meet up on the way to the Terminal. I live about 15 minutes away so I should be able to catch up. So I will just meet you all at the Terminal?"

[CraterShip]

Koreina finishes off her breakfast, copies the offered address and comm codes, and pushes herself to be feet. I think your right, we're too short on time to worry about getting more equipment. she taps in a few commands to her own comm, checking the area around their target, looking for a suitable place to park her van. Once she finds one, she transmits the location to the others with a message describing that she'll be at the location shortly.

Satisfied they have all the information they need, the orc rigger returns to her vehicle, recalls the airborne fly-spy and returns to get garage. The C-pop music is still blasting inside and the car she'd been working on sites next to the lifts, but she makes her way around them and out the back door. Concealed under an awning being the garage, she finds her other friends. Time to wake up everyone, she calls softly. An engine purrs to life in response under a large faded blue tarp. Koreina throws aside the covering and the mist lynx glides forward on its wheeled feet. A couple of walking micro drones wiggle free from an old cigar box on a nearby shelf, and the occular sensors of the roto drones swivel to meet her eye before their rotors hum to speed. Returning to the van, she backs out down the thin driveway to the awning and opens the cargo doors. One at a time the drones find their spaces inside, and the rigger slams the doors shut.

[Herr Brackhaus]

Marcus took off with Skate riding shotgun, following Alf to his destination where they transferred gear from the so-called "drekmobile" to the smuggling compartment of his own vehicle. He then maneuvered the Morgan to the location Kereina had indicated she'd be parked, and rolled to a stop in a secluded alley next to the riggers van. Getting in and out of vehicle required a bit of gymnastics as the tubular frame and armor plating precluded fancy modern amenities like doors, so he swung out of the seat and went to the back of the vehicle where he opened the smuggling compartment. Undressing quickly, he left the lined coat on the right rear wheel as he slipped out of his Rapid Transit and into the chameleon suit and stowed his Rapid Transit and Remington Suppressor into the backpack containing his other gear.

"Better bring the autopicker, sequencer, and miniwelder just in case" he thought to himself as he finished securing the forearm guards underneath the sleeves of the chameleon suit. "The ballistic mask, of course, don't want anyone recognizing me out of hand; one spare extended clip each of APDS and flechette and two of regular ammo, all complete with tracers." Hefting the crowbar, he considered his options before deciding to put it back into the compartment, slipping a flashlight into one of the concealed pockets next to his commlink instead. The gecko tape kneepads and gloves went on and the shock gloves got stashed in another pocket, and he then donned the three-point tactical sling attached to the AK-97 before shrugging back into the lined coat. He brought the assault rifle up to his shoulder and sighted down the top-mounted holographic sight, then thumbed the magazine release and deftly caught the standard size clip as it fell. He tossed the clip into the survival kit, then worked the smooth action of the old rifle before slamming home a large extended magazine capable of holding over 70 hand-loaded rounds and finally secured the weapon by flipping the manual safety to the on position. Satisfied that his prep was done, he slipped the ballistic mask onto the top of his head and turned to the riggers van.

"Kereina, comms-check" he subvocalized over the micro-transceiver. Switching to his trodes, he mentally sent off a quick message across the Matrix. "Mind sharing what your drones are seeing? I'd be particularly interested in the area surrounding the target facility. Don't want any surprised when we bring that canister out into the open."

[Raiderjoseph]

Vexboy wanted to bring his Defiance and Ak-97 but he knew that he'd have to strap them to his back and would have been stopped by Lone Star. He got into a pair of jeans and strapped the armored vest underneath his white t shirt and changed out to more comfortable shoes. He kept his Bike Helmet on. (Think Baseball helmet but with a pair of goggles that as of now only keep the wind out of ones eyes.)  And packed his backpack. "Okay lets make surr I got everything. Medkit, flashlight, respirator, restraints, might as well bring my medkit supplies." Vexboy pocketed his commlink and knucks and strapped his switchblade to his belt. He put an additional switchblade in his left shoe. He strapped on his Colt Americas and his hold out and put on his light black jacket. Zipping it up he looked in a nearby mirror. He memorized this look. It may be the last time he looks in a mirror. He went out and off to the site.

[Irn0rchid]

Before hopping in Marcus' vehicle Skate makes sure to grab the cloth wrapped bundle from her bike's compartment and transfer it to the new ride. "Sounds like we're probably going to need this at some point..." Slapping on her bike helmet and putting her bag on the floorboards she bangs on the side of the car and points ahead, "Onwards!"


Not going to bother messing with going home for the rifle.
Bag: Flashlight, Gas Mask, Predator Silencer, Predator Clip (Subsonic), Predator Clip (APDS), Colt Speed Loader (Flare, 2 Tracker, 2 Flechette)
Predator: SnS
Colt: Same as Speed Loader
Cloth Bundle: Enfield (9 APDS, 9 Flechette, 6 Gel), 1 Drum Flechette, 1 Drum Gel, 1 Drum (9 APDS, 9 Flechette, 6 Gel)

[CraterShip]

Marcus' comms check brought back memories of her security days, a different life altogether it would seem. Comms open, she sent back, feed will be up momentarily. she connected the data plug from her liegelord command console into the datajack behind he left ear and felt the familiar comfort of the drone sensors feeding and augmenting her own vision. She called up the direct sensor feeds from the two fly-spies and sent them to the commlinks of the other runners. At first, the feeds seemed just dark, but their sensors soon began to transmit the white walls of the van, then the open back doors, then the world shrank away as they took flight towards the compound in question. spies away, Kereina sent over the comms then began to work on the rest of the drones while the spy's feeds came through her RCC and into her image link. She swung the back doors wide as the other vehicle pulled along side the van. She deftly pulled the ramp out, and lowered out to the ground, allowing the lynx combat drone to roll out and sent it to hide in the shadows nearby, watching their perimeter. Next came the roto-drones, blades whirring to life and taking up their own defensive positions around the gathering group. >>>Feeds are up, check your links<<< all drones were now sending their sensor feeds to anyone in the group that wanted them.

[Beta]

Before leaving the restaurant parking lot, Alf takes a moment in the familiarly uncomfortable seats of The Drekmobile to pull up his link and look at where this 'Terminal' place is, relative to anywhere else that he's been or even heard about.  Then he tries to put that together with what little he knows of gang activity in the city, to see if that tells him anything about gangs in that area -- they'd been promised that there wasn't much activity, but that didn't mean it was so. 

Chicago gangs knowledge skill (interest).  Rating is one, but with increased intuition up, he has 11 dice for this at the the moment  Chicago gangs knowledge (interest): 11d6t5 2 just 2 successes.

After they figure drive back to familiar territory then shuffle vehicles and gear, Alf settles back to wait for the background count to kick in, as it inevitably will around here.  Once they get near The Terminal, he shifts to astral perception and tries to figure out just how bad the local astral plane is around here.  How hard will it be to keep a spell up?

He'll certainly do some astral scouting, but he wants to understand what he is facing first.

[biotech66]

Sid thinks about Vexboy  question for a second, then says "who?"  Then Sid waves good by at you and goes back to watching boxing, soft-core porn, and the news as the waitstaff gets angry as you leave.

Outside you all get into your various vehicles, and head out.

Knowledge Chicago The terminal is just an old shipping terminal.  When crap when to hell, it was abandoned and all the crap inside was left behind.  A small band of people have set up a ghetto there.  No major gangs, but several common people just trying to get by.  The small town does have its own "security" if people misbehave.

You drive out to Chicago, and head to the Terminal.  From your eyes in the sky, you see it's a  giant U-Shaped facility.  In the center you see a shanty town has sprung up with various cardboard box hovels and shipping pallet houses.

How do you want to proceed?

[Beta]

Alf slumps back in his seat, and does a quick astral jaunt to get a feel for the area -- background count, any signs of magical activity in the area.  Then he pulls back into his body to inform the others and make plans.

[Raiderjoseph]

Vexboy uses his feed to triangulate Kereina's position. Upon meeting up with her he sets his Dodge Scoot next to her Van(far enough way to not be right up against her but its more of a logistics thing. There is respectable space.). He looks at the drones and says, "Wiz. I get simsense vertigo so I can't even imagine what its like to control things with your mind. I can barely enter the matrix without vomiting after I exit."

[Herr Brackhaus]

Marcus paid careful attention to Kereina's drone feeds, waiting for the aerial recon to locate the target container. "As long as we don't have to go in and talk to this rabble" he thought to himself. "Useless filth."

[Bewilderbeast]

Pepperface's Commuter Plus sputters to a stop before the facility. He steps outside, buttoning the jacket on the armored suit as he does so. He steps briskly forward, glancing about with his cybereyes and trying to his best to look like he has some reason to be there.