[Ren]

Although it was a well-composed speech, Brian felt McLister honestly cared. He didn't care if it was only for his own reputation, or a genuine concern for the people. What mattered was that the man was ready to take responsibility and this appealed to him. He also felt responsible, for his family, for his neighbourhood. And the thought stirred in the back of his mind, that if the thing remained in the vicinity, sooner or later it would find him. And it would be much better if he could choose the time and the place, and would not be on the receiving end of the conflict.
When McLister looked in his eye, he answered without hesitation. "Count me in, Mr. McLister. I'll make sure they won't be able to contaminate this neighbourhood anymore, nor any other for that matter. And i will do everything in my power to bring the taken person back to where he or she belongs."

[farothel]

"I'm in," Sylvia simply said.  With that amount of money she could live quite some time and continue to search for her brother.  And maybe there was a link between the two cases.  Probably not, but the possibility meant she had to continue this search.

[Sichr]

@Fang:
Incoming message...
Possible opening for matrix operations consultant. If you are available at the moment, ping me back. Project currently pending for green, Ill get back to you ASAP.

[MaxKojote]

Fang started slightly from his dozing position. Noting that his commlink was signalling a message, he took a look at it in VR, then responded.

@William: Available and ready. Awaiting response.

He got up from his lazing and quickly began gathering the gear he'd likely need while out on the job. Medkits, weaponry and so on.

[Sichr]

@Fang: If you are in need of transport, use [@driver1] and set up pick up point with him, he would take care of you. If you got your own wheels, meet me and your team ASAP in Aurora, Auburn. Details on site.

@Team: Ok so we are green. Matrix specialist is on his way, Im working on astral scout. You know your mission. If there is anything I can do for you in the meantime, just ask. Otherwise... Good hunting!

[MaxKojote]

@William: Understood.

@driver1: Matrix specialist, requesting pickup from outside Casey's, destination at the Aurora.

@Shade: Hey love, going on a job, be gone for a few days I suspect. I'll be in touch when I can.

Having sent off three quick messages, Fang grabbed the equipment he had gathered, strapped his Mossberg on, shrugged on his chameleon cloak,  and began heading down to Casey's. Not too long a walk thankfully, he hopefully wouldn't end up late.

[Nathen]

Nick orders his car to drive to and park in front of the bar or the nearest spot. and looks at the other two in his group, "Alright we got an address to check out?" Nick also sends his contact info to his new team mates.

[Ren]

Brian glanced at Nick. "Man, all the info we need might be here on the comms. Before we go anywhere, i'd like to know more about what came before this meeting, what conclusions have the others made. So i think we need to sit tight for a few." With that he turned to Angelina. "You said that this was about someone being abducted. I'd like to know what the others told you about this all. It's OK if we wait for the matrix operative, i understand if you don't like to repeat yourself overmuch. Anyway, please forgive me for a minute."

The ork stood up from the chair and went outside, to his car. He opened it and pulled a shotgun from under the backseat, changing the drum for the one filled with the stick-n-shocks. He then closed the car again and went back inside. "Sorry for the small delay but i took my own advice. If we meet the spirit this will come in handy."

[Nathen]

"sounds like a plan." Nick relaxes and try's to catch up on the rest he missed.

[MaxKojote]

Fang soon met up with the driver that he had contacted and got the lift to the Aurora. Agreeing with Fang's ideas of punctuality, the driver drove quickly to the Aurora. From what the driver told, apparently at least some of the team were already present. Hopefully there would not be much information to catch up on. One other useful bit of info from the driver was who Fang's new employer was, both in name and appearance.

It wouldn't do to mistake someone else for this 'William McLister'. Could lead to some awkwardness.

After close to half an hour, Fang arrived outside the location. He hesitated briefly, approaching the entrance door. One of the guards opened it, having already been informed that the changeling was coming. Fang's appearance did stand out a fair bit. He was directed to the main room, where he observed a small group of metahumans were already present. One of them matched the description the driver gave of Mr McLister, the second was a human male with messy black hair, the third was the only female of the group and looked like she came from Caribbean descent, the last was a stocky ork in urban camo.

Fang himself certainly stood out when he entered the room. A canid muzzle and ears, thick brown and cream fur over his body, a fluffy tail and digitigrade legs completed the lower half of his body, while the upper half was topped off by scruffy dark brown hair. His outfit made it look like he'd be at home in a rave, and were completed by a set of visor-glasses and headphones. Clawed furry hands emerged from his sleeves.

"Herr McLister? I am Fang. How can I be of assistance?" Fang accessed his English Linguasoft through AR as he spoke, allowing his speech to sound mostly fluent, although carrying the German accent of his upbringing. The formality was to cover the nervousness he still felt while in meatspace. Sniffing subtly, he could pick up the scents of the other and memorised them as best he could to help remember them.

[farothel]

"A shotgun isn't going to do much against spirits," Sylvia said when she saw Brian come back with it, "now, as for the abduction, from what I've understood of it, it was the son of one of Mr. McLister's tenants.  He appeared to have become a technomancer and he was abducted in the parking lot of the big mall.  His mother managed to get back home with the car on automatic.  I've become involved when I got the footage from the other team investigating the scene from a contact of mine.  They had labs analyse samples they've taken there and they also talked to the parents.  I assume reports of that are on the commlinks."

When another person entered and came towards their table, Sylvia assensed his on the matrix.


assensing on the new one:
intuition 4 + assensing 3 =7 (7d6.hits(5)=2)

[Nathen]

the opening door roused Nick, he saw the canine figure walking in. "huh... that's different."
Visual Perception, Perception 4+ INT 5+ Specialization 2+ Perceptive 2 = 13
13d6.hits(5)=4

[Ren]

Brian shot a like-you-know-it look at Angeline. “Yeah, but the experience behind it does. I don’t mindlessly load it with flechettes against a heavily armored target. Stick-n-shock slugs in the drum, a wide burst aimed at a vulnerable area to minimize evasive capabilities and maximize damage, and only the strongest spirits will stand in front of a determined warrior.” He sat down among the others and continued with a darkening look. “I did survive quite a few encounters with their kind so I know what takes them down and what’s worth a try. I’d be much happier if I had my Hee-Vee-Bar with me, but that’s not something I usually pack inside the city.”
The ork then listened to her summary, feeling more and more confused. As far as he knew, magic and technology rarely mixed well, and spirits and technomancers represented the pinnacle of those. He had no real experience concerning the latter group but being special meant special reasons, and most importantly, special resources contributed to everything concerning those special beings. He didn’t like how the odds seemed to worsen with almost every step.

It was quite a shock when the newcomer entered the room. What the…? Having been on distant missions when SURGE hit the sprawls, Brian was still not fully used to seeing changelings. And the measure of this one’s difference made it even harder not to feel disturbed. Although the guy – at least Brian thought it was a guy – came in the front door under the scrutiny of McLister’s bodyguard, he also checked him for obvious or hidden weapons, and the presence of armor or obvious cyberware. Cyberlimbs could prove very dangerous: you couldn’t see weapons hidden inside them at first sight.
Perception to notice hidden weapons or armor, or obvious ‘ware: INT(4) + Perception: Visual(6) + Enhancers(3) + Looking(3) + Home Ground(2) (18d6.hits(5)=6)
The ork also winced slightly at the introduction. Just the runner name. And it couldn’t really be more obvious… He took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly, waiting for McLister’s reaction.

[Sichr]

OOC: @All: Fang seems to be sporting light armour, possibly rhutenium polymer coated...such as you usually call Chameleon suit. Also he is equiped with Moseberg shotgun.
@Angelica: Fang obviously suffered some of the most serrious forms of Surge you have ever seen. His personality and character traits are somehow affected by misstreatement, well he was able to cope with that and he is self confident and professional, narrow minded being. Analytical approach helps him to overcome emotional difficulties with rational approach, well his instincts are very keen and are closer to his animal brethen than ordinary human. He has no visible augmentation.


@Fang: Man fitting the description of William McLister stands up and turns at you. He is really good in hiding his surprise...
Well well well, lets see who heard the call. Mr. Fan, personally. Even Mr. Smith told me that he knows you more via matrix ways. I can see why now. Well, Im not as picky as some seem to be today and this situation calls for the best, as far as I know. And from what Ive heard, you are pretty good in your branch. So, meet your coleagues, this are people you would be working together if you accept the job, or at least you spend a few minutes if you would want to quit after you do the analysis.
He turns to face everyone of you
Mr. Fang is here to help you with data analysis. I am trying hard to get theat magician we were talking together, so I`ll leave the introductions upon yourself. Also if you are done in the lounge
he scans you quickly for a dissent, finding none he continues
Ill let my boys clean that mess before we attract too much attention.
He nods at one of bodyguard who recognizes the command and leave the room, only to came back with others, wearing protective chemsuits, bringing some body bags, monofilament chainsaws and a high-tech container of something you dont recognize.
Warez found at the bodies, including those previously implanted and skillfully removed by Nick, are lying on the table in front of the team. The doors to the lounge shut behind the three bodyguards and the silence is quickly replaced by screaming of chainsaw propulsion systems...

[MaxKojote]

Angeline also detects that Fang is fairly healthy, but also feeling nervous and uncomfortable. He is not Awakened.

Fang looked at the group somewhat nervously. While his facial expression didn't betray much, his body language certainly did. Tail drooping between his legs, ears down.  "As you heard, I am Fang. Herr McLister called me in as a matrix specialist. I'm not likely to refuse the job, but would one of you be willing to divulge on what I might have been called in for?"

None of them seemed to be wearing the look of disgust or contempt that some wore in the presence of 'furries' or 'freaks', which was a bonus. He eyed the warez on the table somewhat curiously as he waited for possible introductions or information.

Detect Active/Passive nodes within 1km.