[aimlessfreak]

Heaven, Hell, doesn't matter, this could be the only time we get to see the inside

[Chrona]

"Depends who you know. Depends how this job goes."

He leant over. "This is taking forever."

[Rockopolis]

It's two minutes to midnight when the door opens and a small group of people stream out of the private booth.
Inside is a florid faced man, smoking a fat, pungent cigar with every sign of enjoyment.  He waves you in, and says "Punctual.  Good sign." in a broad midwestern accent.  On the table in front of him is a fedora, aviator shades, and a sheet of electronic paper.
"You hear about 'Dino Island'?" he asks.  They're in the opening stages of an advertising blitz.  "Their big draw is their cloned dinosaurs.  There's reason to believe they're also developing saurian biodrones there.  Very lucrative." he rolls the cigar to the other side of his mouth.  "We'd like some."

"Extract Marcus Riley" the paper displayed shots of a magnificently mustachioed man "and the project files.  We're willing to pay" he gives you a measuring look, "seventy thousand NuYen.  Maybe more, if you can retrieve anything of value."

[Chrona]

"Very pleased to meet you Mr. Johnson." He extended a withered hand politely.

"You're up Silk, first check if that 70k is total or each."
"Oh, I guess some of them might be taken aback by "Cloned Dino Drones" first.

[Ten-Hex]

Juicer slips into the booth with the others, giving them a nod, slight smile, and the once-over before the Johnson begins his spiel.

Well, I've worked with worse.

He listens quietly, absorbing the conversation with little apparent concern at the unusual run details. His fixer, Fat Tuesday, was right... this would be right up his alley. Taking an educated guess that the fine-looking chick is the talker, Juicer queues up a quick text message in his image link and fires it off at Silk's AR.

"Hola, chica. Here's the nano-intro. Juicer - I do recon, long range target neutralization, and keep the team alive."

[Chrona]

After Juicer joins us, "Hoi Chmmer, here's the subvocal line [LINK] Pass is Whiskey."

[aimlessfreak]

Sliding into the both with everyone else, bowing slightly to the Johnson

[Presidentevil133]

Nomad filed into the booth with the others, nodding politely to the Johnson before taking up a position in the corner. He listened to the sales pitch in silence, pausing only for an occasional sip from his glass. Most of it was pretty standard, but he perked up at the mention of biodrones. Those sound like they could make things difficult for us. he thought. He considered sending a private message to silk before deciding against it. Kid can probably handle herself in a negotiation. Even if she has probably seen too many runner trids...

[aimlessfreak]

All right lady lets see your stuff 

[Xzylvador]

Silk walked in with the rest of them, throwing a wide smile towards the Johnson, then bowing slightly and saying "Good evening Mr. Johnson, very pleased to meet you.".
She rook a seat, her fingers together on the table, listening with a polite smile as the Johnson gives his short but clear briefing.
An island with dinosaurs and biodrones? Holy fucking shit...

She kept her face straight, a smile as if carved by a sculptor, while letting her eyes go over her new partners. She believed she was good at reading expressions... but none of them showed much sign of surprise -Dinosaur drones, really? That's all just a day's work?- and all of them seemed to be telling her to say something.
Right, so now they have nothing to say? Why are they just sitting there smiling quietly? Ugh, men...
Her mind started racing, she bought some time by looking as if she was going to say something, but first taking a slow calculated sip from her drink, glad she'd had the presence of mind to take it with her.

A matrix search pops up, keywords 'Dino Island', keywords get filtered out.

Encrypted: Why the hell are you all just sitting there? Either say something or start working! Get some info about that place, this Johnson, dinodrones or anything that might help with negotiations!
She didn't have much more time than to send Juicer an animated smiley face and thumbs up. Recon and sniping just started to sound very useful.

She allowed some minor concern to slip into her voice. This didn't sound like a walk in the park -even though it technically was-, no reason to let the Johnson think it came across otherwise... he probably knew how this sounded.
"Dinosaurs and biodrones you said? That might prove to be... interesting." Gradual shift in tone towards casual. "Then again, nature really does wonders for my skin."
Followed by a short fabricated smile, a joke not aimed for laughs but for disarming, then another quick change in tone, straight-to-business.
Keep them out of balance, keep them guessing which signs they're reading right or wrong or which corner you'll be coming from next.
"What's the deadline? And I don't suppose the package will be very willing and cooperative being extracted?

She remembered Nomad's comment about LK, '...trust him to have my back in a gunfight'. Much backup when they don't get to compare the size of their guns, they are.

Encrypted: And these 'project files', I don't suppose you want -me- to get all technical? As far as I'm concerned, those are literally made out of paper lying on a desk! Friggin' Dinobots and all you're concerned about is the cred?

[Chrona]

"What kind of files are we looking for? Hard copy, Elec' Paper, Paydata, Datalock?"

"Silk, this is an ultra-high profile gig, We'll be alone, unconnected to mainland and conventional gear supply lines, stranded in "enemy" territory. Real deep cover shit. Even if we aren't made in our whole time there we'll be part of  a list of a restricted community, all of which will be made suspects by, at least, the Corp running Dinoland. We'd need new SINS, relocation and new lives till it blew over. Mr. J better guarantee that.

Data Search Marcus Riley: Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (6d6.hits(5)=2)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (5d6.hits(5)=2)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (4d6.hits(5)=2)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (3d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (2d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (1d6.hits(5)=0)
8 Hits.

Data Search: Mr Johnson's face: Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (6d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (5d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (4d6.hits(5)=3)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (3d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (2d6.hits(5)=1)
Data Search 1 + Browse 5 (1d6.hits(5)=0)
7 Hits.

[Xzylvador]

Silk doesn't expect for one moment that Mr. Johnson's being completely open and honest; but she reads his face regardless, trying to at least discern the worst of his intentions or deceptions.

I think Silk's psychic: 8 hits!

[Presidentevil133]

Nomad queued up a private message to her. Ask for a larger cut up front. tell him we need additional resources to smuggle ourselves onto the island.

Next he queued up a search for Marcus Reilly...

(ooc: Damn, having trouble using the diceroller from my phone, will post my results in an hour or so.)

(EDIT: Hot damn! 10 hits!

6d6; 5d6; 4d6; 3d6; 2d6; 1d6 → [2,6,1,1,5,1] = (16)
6d6; 5d6; 4d6; 3d6; 2d6; 1d6 → [2,5,3,5,1] = (16)
6d6; 5d6; 4d6; 3d6; 2d6; 1d6 → [5,6,3,5] = (19)
6d6; 5d6; 4d6; 3d6; 2d6; 1d6 → [4,5,4] = (13)
6d6; 5d6; 4d6; 3d6; 2d6; 1d6 → [6,5] = (11)
6d6; 5d6; 4d6; 3d6; 2d6; 1d6 → [1] = (1)

All bow to the Matrix Master!)

[Sichr]

Good evening Mr. Johnson. Well, this really sounds like an interresting work. For the beginning..Is there any time schedule for this project? And, what Im more interested...do we have some inside contact and inteligence? What info do you have on oposing force and their resources?

We almost for sure need some time to prepare, Id be happy to have at least 2-5 days. And we will need to cover some expenses up front, that doesnt have to be part of our payment.. I think 50K sound good. Since, Id wait for his answers. we should get some important info right from this man and that should save us some time.and... I really thing that he would be willing to pay at least 105K sans bonuses..(that`s 15K each)

[Ten-Hex]

<Connected:Juicer>
Encryption accepted.
Text: "Hoi omaes, looks like we got a fun romp in store. Here's my brief specs (incoming file, OOC: will PM). Shoot me any details you find on this island's critters, I'll tell you what I can."