[Crossbow]

"Who does the Mercedes belong to 'Ruth'? I thought we were down to Wong and Crow?  If there is a new player, that would cause problems." asked Flatline as they moved past to the Amerinds place.

[Jack_Spade]

A quick matrix look up revealed that the Mercedes was the car of the two landlords.

Crow's place came into view: It was a low bungalow style building with a very wild looking garden and two remarkable large dogs roaming inside. In front of the garage a heavy Harley motorcycle was parked.
Seen from the matrix, the whole building was slaved to an R5 host, part of the NAN-Matrix Network.
The shutter were still drawn, but behind the front window faint light seeped through.

Meanwhile, Mike and Slobber had reached a non-descript warehouse after Mike had paid off a gang at their checkpoint. The building had seen better days but seemed to be whole and had power. Mike made a short call and a garage door opened. Once they had driven inside, Slobbertooth saw a large hall, filled to the roof with junk and goods of any description. Inside an alcove as mall office had been created that was supported by a large electric radiator. Two very heavy and tall bodyguards that only thanks to their hairless skulls didn't look exactly like gorillas followed their movements with their identical pair of sunglasses.
Slobbertooth noticed immediately the Ingram SMGs the two carried. 
Johnny Threefingers had indeed only 3 fingers on his right hand, the little and the ring finger missing just beneath the first knuckle. Otherwise the man was a very alert looking, almost ferret like, thin man of middling height. His red hair and clean shaven face made it difficult to pin down his age. He stood up from his desk and smiled wide when he saw the two orks:
"Mike, how nice of you to drop by. I've got your delivery ready. But sadly, there is a problem..."
He snapped his fingers and the two bodyguards rose from their seats and started to point their guns in the two orks' direction.


Ini for Slobbertooth.
Mike has: Ini: 12+2d6 21

Johnny: Ini: 8+1d6 12
Gorilla 1: Ini: 10+2d6 12
Gorilla 2: Ini: 10+2d6 22
Wow, pretty extreme spread.

[Volker]

She'd double-check the other car, too. I just assume it belongs to Mr. Feng Shui.

bnc nods. "We are. It's the vendors'. The other one belongs to Dr. Chink. Is it okay, if I wait in the car? I'll be with you online, but I can handle things better when nobody asks why I'm drooling where I should be listening."

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth's grimiced behind the tint of his helmet's visor when he heard "sadly" come out of Threefinger's mouth.

"Now let's not do anything hasty here.."

Slobbertooth immediately spun around and fired his Ruger loaded with Gel ammo directly into the skull of one of the two gorillas as they started to pull out their weapons.

Initiative: 4d6+13 25

Simple: Agility Boost [2]: 8d6t5 3
Simple: Quick Draw Ruger Attack+Called Shot
Quick Draw (1): 14d6t5 4
Quick Draw Attack+Called Shot Vitals (6+8-4): 10d6t5 4 hits 11S+net hitsDV AP-2

[Jack_Spade]

Gorilla 2 Defense: 10d6t5 3
12S
Soak: 13d6t5 2
10S
Unconscious

Mike: Charge attack: Disarm
Charge (Disarm): 12d6t5 3
Defense: 10d6t5 2
Mike has Ingram

Gorilla 1 throws punch at Mike
Punch: 8d6t5 2
Mike Defense: 12d6t5 8

Johnny draws Gun and shoots at Slobber:
Shoot: 8d6t5 3
DV 7P + Net Hits



The bodyguard dropped like wet sack full of bricks to the ground. Mike - despite his age and laid back attitude - had not wasted a second and charged the other bodyguard, flanking over the desk and using a complicated arm movement to disarm his opponent in such a way that he now pointed the SMG at his face.
Either the bodyguard was fearless or dumb, but he actually tried to punch Mike in the gut. The old ork sidestepped while retaining the weapon.

Meanwhile Johnny had drawn a small gun from his pocket and actually fired at Slobber while he tried to get to cover.


At the Island

The limousine was indeed registered to Wuxing, so it was no stretch of the imagination that it belonged to Mr. Wong

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth saw threefingers clumsily aim his pistol at him after his guards had been effectively neutralized. He hardly tried to dodge and got shot in the chest but the bullet crumpled harmlessly against the armored jacket.

"Oh come on, the fight is already over. Just give us the boat. You might actually hurt one of your clients if you keep this up."

Slobbertooth simply raised his Ruger at where Threefingers had moved to, aimed and activated his smartlink system.

"We might even still pay you."

Defense: 17d6t5 1 :/
Soak Threefingers (9): 21d6t5 10 Okay.

Simple Action: Aim
Simple Action: Activate Smartlink System

[Qwikfix]

Once at the island, Krestov was the first to move in the car.  Nodding to the others, the prim and proper-looking troll donned his shades, his expression taking on a stony appearance before he opened the door and stepped out.  Feet adopting a wide stance, he took on what any security specialist would do: securing the area for his employer.  Once satisfied, using his vision to relay information to the others, he gave a tap on the door.  "Clear.." He muttered tersely before awaiting what was to come.

[gilga]

Before Yael left the car she made a quick astral tour of the house to see if the owner is still home and gauge his general mood.

not her brightest roll, no glitch.
Assensing: 13d6t5 1

Once back she made sure that her makeup was alright with her small cosmetic kit and then exited the car, she opened Justine's door just like a true gentlewoman and said "Mr. Thyme, this is the place of your next meeting, let's go."

[Crossbow]

Flatline exits the vehicle and goes to the door of the home, he hands the gift Yael as he steps out.

[Jack_Spade]

At the warehouse:

Johnny suddenly smiled and dropped the weapon. The remaining bodyguard stepped away from Mike raising his hands too.
"Dreadfully sorry to say so, but I don't have the boat anymore."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You received 10% already from me. Are you telling me you sold it to someone else?" Mike sounded furious - quit unlike his usual laid back self.
"Not exactly. I mean, technically I didn't receive any money for it. You see, I was selling these guns to those gangers..."
"Hold up, don't tell me: They liked what you sold them and asked for ammo to go with it. You stupid greedy little shit gave it to them and they promptly held you up and stole the biggest, most expensive looking thing you had laying around.
And now you wanted to recoup your losses by taking my money and feeding us to the fishes."
"No, no, that's not at all... I mean ok, yeah they did rob me with weapons I sold them, but I didn't intend..."
"Save it Johnny or I'll adjust your nick name personally.
Now tell me: Who are those gangers and where can I find them. And give me back my 10%."
"Mike please, don't be hasty. I'll tell you but I don't have the money anymore..."
"I said save it. Names. Now."
"It's just three guys: An elf called Reaper, human named Twitch and Coco an Ork. They hang out at the garage of the old fire brigade. I'm pretty sure they haven't sold it yet."

At Crow's place

A short peak into the astral showed Yael that the house was patrolled by a fierce looking eagle spirit and that at least one part of the house was warded with a pretty strong barrier - likely a lodge.

There is a bell to ring, but it takes three tries and quite some time of waiting before a voice that sounds like broken glas and ten miles of lung tar answers through a hidden speaker: "Who the hell are you and what do you want."

[gilga]

Yael said "man is a mage, got spirits and possibly a lodge. I would tread carefully."  to the others. She then answered the man speaking loudly "Eagle spirits are keen sighted, mr. Crow. I bet you know quite a bit about us by now.  My manager mr. Thyme is was hoping to interest you in some arrangement."

[Jack_Spade]

The voice replied with a remarkable sarcastic tone: "Oh an arrangement, how nice, now that clears everything up. I'll have Parsley, Sage and Rosemary come out to greet him immediately."


One Etiquette test, followed by a Negotiation check
Your target is prejudiced (-2) and for Crow you aren't wearing the right attire (-2 to Etiquette only)

Teamwork is permitted and encouraged

[Crossbow]

"Grandfather, I was hoping to speak with you before the business we have to engage in today, to keep Sovereign Land out of corporate hands and with people who respect the Old Ways." Flatline tries to channel his mother, who could charm a rabid Devil rat, he had seen her do it.

Tribal Ettiquette + Charisma + Edge: 9d6h5 1  Well that sucked

[gilga]

Yael adds "and I am just fascinated by animal spirits... " somehow she figures that professionalism may just get the dogs for them, perhaps curiosity of a fellow mage might break the ice a little bit. "This place seems good, healthier than the city, somehow the land itself is more receptive... does that make any sense? can you feel it too?" She said half to Crow, and half to Flatline.

(Yael rolled two hits on her etiquette roll).

[SquirrelDude]

At the warehouse:

Johnny suddenly smiled and dropped the weapon. The remaining bodyguard stepped away from Mike raising his hands too.
"Dreadfully sorry to say so, but I don't have the boat anymore."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You received 10% already from me. Are you telling me you sold it to someone else?" Mike sounded furious - quit unlike his usual laid back self.
"Not exactly. I mean, technically I didn't receive any money for it. You see, I was selling these guns to those gangers..."
"Hold up, don't tell me: They liked what you sold them and asked for ammo to go with it. You stupid greedy little shit gave it to them and they promptly held you up and stole the biggest, most expensive looking thing you had laying around.
And now you wanted to recoup your losses by taking my money and feeding us to the fishes."
"No, no, that's not at all... I mean ok, yeah they did rob me with weapons I sold them, but I didn't intend..."
"Save it Johnny or I'll adjust your nick name personally.
Now tell me: Who are those gangers and where can I find them. And give me back my 10%."
"Mike please, don't be hasty. I'll tell you but I don't have the money anymore..."
"I said save it. Names. Now."
"It's just three guys: An elf called Reaper, human named Twitch and Coco an Ork. They hang out at the garage of the old fire brigade. I'm pretty sure they haven't sold it yet."

Slobbertooth pinched the bridge of his nose but holstered his Ruger. He opened his duffel bag to make sure that his Yamaha Raiden was there and was loaded with gel ammunition.

"This is what we get for buying a Break Out Another Thousand I guess. Let's go say hello to today's visitors to Three Finger's all-you-can-see expo"