[deathwishjoe]

Nikolai dials his fixer Craig "the hookup" to see if he knows anyone who can help them. 

"Hey hookup, I have this job I am doing and we need someone with magic to help us out.  You know anyone who is looking to make some money?"

[mdp]

Harry looks at Linx while he's making the call.  He wants to say something but then closes his mouth again.  He sits down on his bike and waits for his partner to finish his business.

[mdp]

After waiting a few minutes Harry makes a call himself to Elly.
"hey honey, how are you?  say I have a small question: I'm at a crime scene and I believe there has been some magic mambo jambo been used here, do you know someone who might be able to help me determine what is used here?  Oh and by the way, Elvis finishes his shift at 1 we're meeting in the aurora so if you care for a drink and a game your always welcome

[Sichr]

Craigs availability: (1d6.hits(4)=1)
After a short tone, Craig takes the call.
Hallo Lynx. Nice to hear you are still around...you have to call more often, I should have work for you...but there is nothing right now. But What do you need? Magic support? hm... letmeseee:
Intuition(5)+ Shadowruner teams(4)= (9d6.hits(5)=3)
HMM, there may be some names on my list, currently available...all of them have a good rep but they are nothing cheap. What is the pay? I should know more if the nuyen is good...and Ill take 20% for mediation, as always...

Elly`s availability: (1d6.hits(3)=0)
You hear automated response:
"Hi Harry. Sorry, I`have a CSI team briefing. I`ll call you back ASAP, or you should leave me a message, if it is not urgent. Bye. Elly"

10 minutes later
Elly`s availability II: (1d6.hits(3)=1)
"Hi Harry, sorry It was an important meeting and I had to stay focussed. How are you all the day? And what are you doig? We should hang ot somewhere to tell the stories...but Im just a talkative woman. What do you need. Elvis had called short while ago and he told me that you are up to something. You need any help?"
When she heards your question, she silenced for a moment, than she get back:
"Well...thare may be this guy...Griffin McBride. He was part of our team and he was something like mirage, smart, analytical genius, powerfull magician. Well...there was an accident..he lost his wife in hive a while ago, she was a cop also, and he discovered it when he was assensing the crime scene. I dont know exactly what happened, but he was comatose for a while, and since he recovered, he is not what he was before. They released him from the therapy a few weeks ago, Iaint heard about him much more...yet, I should give you his number, you should try. Maybe it should help him to get back to work...to focus on something. [connection shared]
And about that evening with Elvis, count me in. Just send me the coordinates, Ill find out that place...
And Harry...
Take care...Bye"

[mdp]

Harry turns to Lynx: "hey buddy, I got us a possible mage, used to be a forensics with the star, I'll call him and see if he's any help"
He then forms the number Elly gave him and awaits the reply

[Kot]

Griffin hated when Shade stopped. It was always whispering, like a stream of consciousness from some deep, dark metaplane that used him as something akin to a chatroom buddy. But he got used to it. And when Shade went silent, his own thoughts grew louder. And that was not a good thing...
He knew he was broken. He knew his soul was intact - he'd seen it in his own aura, and in the flow of magic through him. He knew his Will was as strong as ever. But he was not himself anymore. Whatever happened there, he remembered it as dimly as a nightmare from seven nights ago. The only thing that didn't leave his mind was the moment it all shattered - when Emma's eyes widened with fear, and the vision turned him inside out. And the furious, righteous anger of the Spirit... He still broke cold sweat feeling it.
It was an epiphany of sorts. That Spirits aren't what he believed they were. Not mindless powers dressing themselves in a figment of his Will and Imagination. But something entirely different. Self-conscious, capable of anger, and bearing a sense of justice... He was guilty back then.
And now he was broke. The payments for the therapy and the house dried out their... his account. And he couldn't just wake up in an empty apartment and tend to the garden all the time. She was there somewhere, and he could find her.
And then his commlink rang. A sign?
He picked up, and the camera from the garden greenhouse focused on him, relying the image to the caller.
"Griffin McBride. Yes, how may I help you?"

[deathwishjoe]

Nikolai almost trips when he hears the price "20 percent?! I know my english is not so good but I must have heard you wrong.  Standard finders fee is 10 percent, even managers get 10 percent...   Look I think my associate has found somebody else anyways.  When I see you again we will have talk about this eh.. extortion over a pint of beer.  I see you later"

Looking back at Harry Lynx responds "Good. At least this time we have number to call"

[mdp]

"hello mr. Mc Griffin, first off let me introduce myself, The name is Harry Eastwood, and I got your number from one of your ex-coworkers, Elly if that rings a bell.  I have a small magical problem and was told you might be able to help me.  It's rather urgent, can we meet somewhere and discus the details?"
Awaiting the reply Harry takes a sip from a small wiskey bottle he carries with him everywhere.

[Kot]

"Elly... Elly... A smell of cigarettes and cherry lipstick. Head turning whenever a door opens. Mind focused. Yes. I knew her once. Me, or rather someone I must have been before... If she gave you my number, then you have encountered a mystical kind of mystery. A crime? A hidden one? What do you think? Focus... Yes. I'm interested. Where?" The man in the video feed tries to stay focused, but it's almost like he speaks his thoughts aloud. Creepy...

[mdp]

A Shiver goes down Harry's spine as he talks to Griffin.  He's met a lot of wierd people, but not that many that give him such a feeling of unease.
He takes another sip of his flask before continuing.
"Let's meet at Clone zone mall, I'll tell you more over there, It's also kind off our crime scene, we'll be there in ten minutes, look for the Troll with the hat at Expresso one stop coffee shop"

[mdp]

Harry stops a moment to think, something he clearly isn't that good with.  He takes another sip of his flask, and turns to Lynx
"Say mate, I aranged a meeting with this Griffin mage guy, but I was thinking we can't go around and check the whole parking lot of a freaking mall.  Should I call Mr. Wong and ask him and his wife to come down there and narrow our search?"
Not waiting for an answer Harry starts calling Mr.Wong, like he asked the question more to himself than to Lynx, just turned to him to not look like an idiot talking to himself. 
"Mr. Wong, could you and your wife come to the mall?  we need to know where exactly your boy got picked up.  meet us at Expresso one stop coffee shop"

[Sichr]

Mr. Wong answers the call imediately:
"Yes? Any news?.........Aha...I think Im not needed there. Give me a second, Ill just take a look into pilots memory...ahh here it is. She parked at the place 1157, at least that is the place she was paying for...well, now tht is kinda strange...the billing service shows that she was paying till 3:15PM till 4:07 and then for 4:18 till 4:33...seems strange, thae car doesnt move for that period, but pilot reports drivers doors opened all that time. Must have been the time she was unconciousness. I hoped it would help. Plese, come in with any further question and reports. Im leavin aurora, mr McLister would drive me home, I need to take care of my wife, but Ill stey in touch. Please hurry, mr. Harry."

He sounded very focused and skilled and was pretty fast when dealing with those data searches. A glimpse of professionality for sure.

[Kot]

Griffin decided to walk all the way to the mall. It was quite a trip, but he needed that. And the Shadow's whispers suggested that some time ago, he was just too uncertain. On his way he stayed focused, and tried to maintain a facade of normality that would protect him from suspicious looks and security harassment. He wasn't a law enforcement agency worker anymore... He looked at people walking, running, hurrying and driving their time off into nothing. Couldn't understand that, even before. Just like Emma. They usually laughed their ribs off, falling into that leisurely lazy mood while strolling to their favorite little place... Which wasn't there anymore, he noticed. The Shadow went silent as they passed a burned-out shell of a small pre-crash diner. Griffin noticed the AROs that announced what corporate restaurant will be built here...

Willpower(5)+Charisma(3) (8d6.hits(5)=3)

He managed to quench the flood of thoughts that tried to leave his head through his mouth...
"All good things end..." Was all that he said, more to himself, than his whispering companion, getting an odd look from a passing bunch of corporate teenager brats, that burst into off-key laughter as he passed by. He quickened his pace, trying to shorten his exposure to the metahuman crowd, and reach the meeting place as soon as possible. On the way Shadow whispered a few words into his mind's ear louder than usual. And it was a good idea.

Spellcasting: Magic(6)+Spellcasting(5)+Mentor(2) (10d6.hits(5)=1) I used the wrong dicepool, so I'll roll the remaining dice: additional dice to the previous roll (3d6.hits(5)=1) Which is just enough to fit in the Sustaining Focus, and provide a +2 bonus to all Perception tests.
Drain(0/1s): Willpower(5)+Logic(5) (10d6.hits(5)=3) As Hawkeye has a Drain Value of Force/2-1, but I think the Drain is always at least 1.

As he formed the spell's pattern in his mind, and infused it with the ambient Mana from his surroundings, his senses sharpened even more, and a flood of smells, colors and sounds attacked his mind. He eased the control over it, and let his brain re-adjust to the new level of awareness.
As such he noticed the Troll right away, but decided to pick up a coffee before approaching him. That was a normal thing to do, and he wanted more than to pass as normal.
"How much money do I have left, Katrina?" The Agent waved at him, irritated, and with a flick of her wrist sent an ARO window into his field of view.

Starting NuYen: 4d6x100 (4d6=9)=900

It wasn't much, but enough until he manages to earn more. He paid for the coffee - the new him liked it black apparently - and approached the troll.
"Griffin McBride. What made you hire a magical investigator?" Griffin without any second thought shook the troll's hand - at least that hasn't changed. He never looked at the shell. Always at the soul...

[mdp]

Harry took a deep look into the eyes of the stranger suddenly shaking his hand.  He felt sorry for the man though he didn't realy know why.  "A pleasure to meet you mr.Griffin,this is my Associate Mr.Lynx" said Harry pointing to the other man sitting at the table.  "We are here because of a mysterious dissapearance, but let's finish our coffee first and then get to the parking lot, I'll fill you in on the way"
While talking to mr. Griffin Harry pours a sip of his flask into his coffee. 
More to himself then the rest of the world he wisphers "hmmm, think I need a refill hopefully there is a shop on the way to the parking, need smokes too"

[Sichr]

Of course there is a shop. It is a Supermall

Just FYI

When the three of you dive into this world of coulours, spam and atmosphere of spending more money you formely intended to. Luckily you managed to get in the desired parking lot through the street entrance, and dont have to spend your time dodging (or nosing) the crowd inside the shopping area. Elevator got you to the third level, where omnipresent Supermall navigation AR system marks the location of the parking place 1157.
The first thing that strikes you as you enter the place is strange desolation of it. maybe 150 of 500 parking places on this level are occupied. Most of cars are swarmed in the groups around the exit. The closer you get to parking place 1157, the more you feel why.
Not that just the stench of burned petrol, common background odour in places like this, is filling your noses, with growing intensity, like when you are standing near the highway exit during traffic peak. Every oil spill, every crackle in the concrete become sharpened, every mark of putrefy and decomposition is highlighted...the place is givving you creeps.

Now...this is your Crimescene 1.