[CraterShip]

Don't  mind at all, just try not to make a mess in here Kereina intones over the speakers inside the van, her body going limp with her connection to the vehicle. As the others push deeper into the terminal, she carefully maneuvers closer to the entrance and the others, her drones remaining close, but as out of sight as possible.

Nice and eas... AH DREK! her peaceful thoughts interrupted as Marcus takes off into the building. She slams the accelerator, and calls up her lynx to take point. The quadraped wheels tear through the dirt and debris as the combat drone overtakes the van, weapons swiveling forward. One roto-drone hurries to follow the screaming Morgan, the other takes up position above the van. Come on, come on, come on, find it the speakers once again, her voice mumbling as the fly-spies both begin a concentrated search of the building.

[Herr Brackhaus]

When Skate had grabbed on to his vehicle and laughed out loud over the sound of the engine roaring to life and the tires kicking up dirt, Marcus discovered, much to his surprise, that he was smiling. "This is what it's all about. Imposing my will on the world, one dirty inch at a time. I'll never live by the rules again if it's the last thing I do; no one gets to put me in a cage." Memories of his time in the lab threatened to surface as they so often did, but he was committed now, his mind on a razors edge, his intent focused on a singular purpose. He barely manged the sudden and unexpected urge to howl as he flipped down the custom ballistic mask onto his face and whiteknuckled the steering wheel as the suspension of his Morgan kept up with the terrain.

Halfway to his destination Alf suddenly jerked in his seat, and yelled at him. Confused, Marcus realized he had overlooked the magician's limp form as he had jumped into his car and sped away. "What do you mean, magician!? They've got mojo of their own in there?" A shadow materialized into a rough shape of a metahuman coming out of an alley and Marcus swerved hard more out of concern for his car than the wellbeing of the creature, and he didn't look back to see what he'd almost hit as his target rapidly approached ahead. His keen eyes could make out Pepperface's car and the entrace the decker had been broadcasting his feeds from, and as he prepared to slam on the breaks he shouted back to Alf. "You just point out who the mage is; he gives us any trouble, geek the fragger!"

Having engaged the parking break at the last possible moment, the Morgan slid to a halt on fully locked wheels and Marcus was out of his seat before the car even comes to a complete stop. With his rifle already slung under his coat he smoothly brought it up to his shoulder and scanned for potential targets as he strode into the Terminal with a determination that oozed a "don't slot with me, fragger" attitude. "Do you have our target, or do I need to start cracking skulls?" he asked of the rigger. He surveyed his immediate surroundings for threats and any signs of his objective, with every fiber of his being thrumming as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

[biotech66]

The troll smiles and begins to walk you to the building.  She's talking, but you can tell she's no tour guide.  She's giving you enough information to let you know what your passing.  You've given her enough information for her to know what your looking for.

Things are going well...until all hell breaks loose.  A car slams its breaks and a man jumps out waving a gun.  You know he's on your team, but your troll friend doesn't.  She pulls her shotgun, and begins shouting MOVE PEOPLE!  to you she says If it's your dog, get a leash on it.  If it's not, then he's about to be put down!  Shes training her firearm on the intruder, but doesn't start shooting yet.....

Roll on Marcus-taking a -4 to get two at a time    [8d6s4] = 4

Marcus-roll Firewall+Intuition -you're being M.A.R.K.ed!

Everyone else-What do you do?

[Raiderjoseph]

Vexboy thinks for a second. Then he messages Pepperface. >>>"Wait. If you can get a message to her or someone from us... tell them we will give them double rhe supplies if they stand down and play along with Crazy Psycho Leroy Jenkins... how novahot a decker are you?"

[Irn0rchid]

"Well this is going about as well as expected," Skate thinks to herself. Ducking down as if to hide from the large gun being pointed in her general direction she sets her Predator down and unwraps the bundled Enfield in the floorboards. Once all the parts are clear of the canvas she quickly assembles it, faint whines and clicks floating up as the various pieces snap together and electronics engage. Shotgun prepped, she stays hidden from any stray bullets and keeps an eye on the drone feeds waiting for the situation to either resolve or demand action on her part.

[Herr Brackhaus]

When Marcus spotted Pepperface and the troll, he leveled his rifle at her and shouted loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Don't move, don't frakkin' move! I'm not here to hurt you, but if anyone tries to be a hero I will."

He kept walking and saw the troll suddenly try to go for her gun. With marksman's precision he fired off a 6-round burst into the air around both sides of her face, tracers passing by so close she could probably feel the heat of them passing by. With her troll's thermographic vision she definitely saw them, no doubt about that.

"Stand the fuck down! I'm here for a purpose and you're not it, but I will execute every last one of you if I have to." He waited for her to make her move with one finger resting on the trigger of his assault rifle, ready to unleash death and destruction on any vermin who dared oppose him.

[biotech66]

Opposed intimidate check
[3d6s4] = 2

The Troll looks around, sees she's covered, then whispers into her comm Don't do it.  He's crazy and people are goona die.

She drops her gun and says If you're here to rob us, we don't have much!

[Herr Brackhaus]

With his rifle trained at the troll, he watched her drop her weapon and quickly subvocalized to the rest of the team. "Kereina, status on locating our target?"

Marcus snorted as the troll exclaimed that they didn't have anything worth stealing. "As if I'd want anything from these... people." He walked over to the troll and used his foot to slide the dropped weapon several meters behind him, then backed up a few paces. Without acknowledging Pepperface he calmly spoke as if nothing special had happened. "I'm looking for a canister that's approximately 6 feet long, has the logo of a megacorp on it, and is probably marked with toxic materials warning labels; seen anything like that around here?"

With a sudden thought he mentally composed and sent a message to everyone over the Matrix. "Kereina, can we prop the container up on that tracked combat drone of yours? Worst case, Vex and I can keep it stable while you and the others cover us and the vehicles." He kept scanning his surroundings for threats while he waited for a reply from Kereina and the troll.

[biotech66]

Ya I know what and where you're looking for.  You get more flies with soy than piss ya know?  I'll take you or your little friends can find it.  She points up to the drones

The drones find the canister.  It's a big un, but working together, you can get the canister in the car.  The drones can get it if you wait...

As for the people, the troll watches cautiously as you take the canister.  It's pretty quite.  Nothing happens in the physical, astral, and only the local chatter of the drones to your rigger in the matrix.

After you get the canister loaded, the troll looks at you all disapprovingly.  We could have been friends, but you had to do this the hard way.  She snorts, and waits for you to leave.

Before you all are about to leave you all get a matrix message. If you have just accepted a run from Sid, I may have an opportunity for extra profit for you toconsider. If you are interested in additional profit, I would love to talk to you

[Raiderjoseph]

That last line and the look thr Troll gave him cut Vexboy deep. Dog began stirring in him. Vexboy coughs. "I'll uh... come back with the supplies when this run is over. Alone. With my cut."

[Herr Brackhaus]

Marcus didn't even acknowledge the troll as he helped load up the canister. Instead, he grabbed a few snapshots of it including some closeups, and sent them off to his contact, Dr. Martin Tate. "Any idea what this stuff might be? Specifically, what kind of toxicity are we talking about, for metahumans in general and plants or crops in particular."

When the message came in from the unknown commcode, Marcus looked around at the others. "Sid is a scumbag, and he's not paying me enough to not investigate competitive offers." With that, he replied to the message. "Interested. Time and place?"

With the canister secured in the back of Kerenia's van, Marcus got back into his Morgan and waited for the others to load up. Only when they'd passed several city blocks did he pull over to stow the ballistic mask, AR, and various illegal equipment into the smuggling compartment, then put the Rapid Transit over his chameleon suit before heading back out onto the road.

[CraterShip]

With the weight of the tank in the van, it seemed to be going even slower over the rough terrain of the shambles together village. It also made her a little uncomfortable having toxic waste of some kind sitting in the same compartment as her. The room was a bit cramped now, but the drones were all back inside as well. The new comm message set Kereina on edge, how much does this mystery person already know? Only one way to find out really, Sure we're interested, she sent back.

[Raiderjoseph]

Vexboy read the message. He already knew his Team would accept so he just sent. "Yeah. Where do we meet?"

[Beta]

While Marcus was rampaging around looking for the container, Alf took a moment to transfer over 250Y from his good credstick to his cheap one, and when the opportunity presents itself he does his best to pass it to the troll without being obvious.  He murmurs "My name is Alf, I'll try to come back in the next couple of weeks and I can help with healing needs."

Palming, 7 dice  Palming: 7d6t5 3 

And the follow up can be his 'working for the people after this mission is done, but that has no impact on this mission, and is over and above the 250Y.

Once they get the tank into some decent light, Alf helps brush off the old labels and takes a read of what they are dealing with.  Then he digs around in his memory of his biology courses and his training in the military on bio-hazards to see if he can figure out at all what this stuff might be or do.

Biology: 10 dice  Biology: 10d6t5 4

Sure, use up the good rolls on fluff -- expect a 1 success lightning ball bouncing all over the place at some point, people! (I do actually believe in RNG, I just like to pretent about dice superstition)

[Bewilderbeast]

Pepperface sighs as Marcus roars up and threatens the squatters. "Sorry," he admits with a sigh, "He's with me." I've never really been an altruist, but this guy is fragging maniac. I would have much preferred to handle this amicably...

Pepperface didn't want to speak out against his team mate in the presence of the people they were robbing, but he made his displeasure known with his stony silence and long stares at Marcus. When they got out of earshot of the squatters, Pepperface turned around to look back at Marcus as he headed for his Commuter Plus. "Anybody ever tell you that you're a real fragging charmer, kid?"

While furious, Pepperface takes the time to erase any MARKs left on the psychopath's equipment, leaning back in his seat in hot sim briefly to do so. As he worked, his sent a quick message to the rest of the team regarding the mysterious "offer." <<If it doesn't conflict with our contract with Sid, I might be in. But we need to be careful. This could be an ambush set up by some other party interested in the canister. Or just interested in stopping us.>>