[Xzylvador]

With no one else offering suggestions on how to deal with the witness, Silk felt she had to take some initiative. She gestured Noise to keep an eye on the door while and turned her attention towards the DJ while her hands rifled through her pockets.
"We don't have time, so you do what I tell you and you do it right now. If you are or have been recording, stop it and erase everything you have, right now. If you don't, our hacker will find out -he's broken more secure systems than yours- and we'll find you. Understand? Good."
She pulled a cigarette case out of her pockets, fished out one of the nicotine sticks and then quickly exchanged the case in her hand for her gun again.
"Get back to your hiding place, sit down and finish smoking this. You'll pass out and forget tonight ever happened, but will be unharmed otherwise. You're the only witness here -left alive anyways- so we'll find you if you talk; and believe me, they'll make you talk unless you really can't remember."
Silk stuffed the filter between the DJ's lips and showed her hands; her left holding a lighter, her right holding a large pistol with a black leather grip encrusted with amethysts and the words "Silence is golden" engraved on its barrel in purple Sperethiel characters.
"Which one do you want to fire? Choose now."

PAN: Do we shoot him or drug him? I/O, know if he's got any recordings?

[Kouryuu]

PAN: Do we shoot him or drug him? I/O, know if he's got any recordings?

Drug him!

[Redwulfe]

As I/O is walking he looks to the Dj's node and checks to see if he is actively recording or has recorded anything in the last 30 minutes.
<com channel=team> I already have admin on the DJ com, so I will check and clear everything that would point to us. But I say he's seen to much already.

[Chrona]

Screw it, I'm breaking combat here.

"Whoa, hey, hey whoa, Haven't been recording anything, I'm a Freelancer, pay wasn't good enough. Take the damn commlink if you like," he holds it out, "I just want to get out of here alive, you look like the better deal now."

"You got a hacker in this lot right? Must be good if he did't trigger my IC. Theres a reason I stopped paying attention to the node you know."

He points at the cig, "Take me with you and I'll tell you what I know. Can't do that if you Laes me, fellow runner."

[Xzylvador]

"For you people not tuned in, this guy claims he's a runner and has got some things to tell us. I still say it might be safer to drug him now, but if he's speaking the truth we might want to know faster. Waters, got anything that can read him or make him talk? Noise, I've got my gun on him, keep an eye on our backs."

If Silk was the least bit surprised, it didn't show. She pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and put it and the lighter in a pocket, her hand came out holding the small holdout pistol.
"Alright, hands behind your head, make a wrong move, yadiyadiya."
Silk nodded her head waved her gun in the car's direction, motioning him to walk in that direction. She spoke to him while they walked in that direction.
"You're right about one thing: Laes is out of the question. A bullet might be the only option left unless you can give us a very good reason not to. You've got until we reach the car to convince us we're not better off without having you to worry about. Start talking."

She'd almost been killed twice tonight and had gotten close to failing the job. She could do without new potential trouble, but there was a lot of information she -and the team- needed. This ambushed had been planned before they'd even gotten the job.
Her first impressions of the guy she held at gunpoint wasn't great.
If he was lying, he was an civilian who, in trying to bluff his way out, had just eliminated his only chance of survival.
If he was telling the truth, he was a runner who not only had failed to do whatever he was hired for but was also willing to sell out his employer, in fact seemed to prefer it above the easy way out he'd just been offered.
In short, either a dead idiot or a treacherous screw-up.
The two guns exchanged hands, the holdout in her main hand, the Savalette Guardian in her off hand.

[Chrona]

"Wiz", He begins walking, hands behind head.
"All right so I'm not much of a runner but needed the cash and anonymity. Policlubbers don't exactly love Ex-Triad, they know you walked by me and the old man might have me hunted down. Life over loyalty whether you agree or not."

Seeing the car, "Shiny. Next up, they hired me to hack security. I'm all "Off site?", they're all "Gun in my face.". He sniggers, "So I get here, they've already smashed the cameras, amateurs. THEN, heres the punch line, they tell me I'm not needed. Stay on site, IC up the node like it's winter but sit on my thumbs."
He glances back at Silk, "You're a smart woman, why'd they do that if they're ambushing a team. A paid team?"

[Kouryuu]

"For you people not tuned in, this guy claims he's a runner and has got some things to tell us. I still say it might be safer to drug him now, but if he's speaking the truth we might want to know faster. Waters, got anything that can read him or make him talk? Noise, I've got my gun on him, keep an eye on our backs."

@team <Remember our Seating problem, if we take him one of you will defiantly have to walk, best case sneak out so I can pick him up later. if someone volunteers his place in the car you are free to do so.>

[Kontact]

Joe walked over to the big guy's sprawled out body and picked up her knife from the floor. 

<<@team: Got another passenger in the north hallway.  Seems like the commander of this little unit.  Probably deserves a ride in the car.  See no reason why most of us can't walk.  Only gotta cross the street without getting busted.  What's the condition of the door guards?>>

Joe knew the gas should have done its job by now.  She  made sure her internal air tanks were keeping her in fresh breath, moved quickly back to the double doors, and picked up the case of beer.  Cracking the door slightly, she let her ultrasound sensor show her a picture of the room.

[Chrona]

The men are coughing and wheezing, going down one by one. The bouncers are trying to help them but they'll just join them soon.

[Kontact]

Joe smiled, knowing well the agony that these men were in.  Way she'd had it explained to her, the gas is made of the same brain-chems which tell you that you're in extreme pain and another chem that shuts down your airways.  It's like being kicked in the balls and punched in the chest, every second, for half an hour, on a chemical level.  She knew how it had felt when it was used on her.  It was exceptionally terrible. 
Somewhat reluctantly, she moved into the room and pegged the two bouncers in the head with cans of beer.  Everybody got a can.  The guys on the floor, and the guys in the hallway with the missing legs, all of them got to suck back a cold one by forceful transmission.

[Artighur]

Hank pull the target in the car.

Alright I'll need some room here, gonna try to wake him up a bit.

Logic 5 + First Aid 4 + Combat Wounds 2 + Improved Skill First Aid 2 + Medkit 6 = (19d6.hits(5)=7) Forgot to add the -1 from being "indoors", still last roll wasn't a hit so that is fine.
The target regains 5 Stun Damage

Hank knows he doesn't have much time but still stays very meticulous. When the Antitoxins will start to do the job, the target should wake up. With some luck, they'll already be on the other side of the street, cashing in and getting out of this run.

[Kontact]

Heading to the kitchen Joe looked around for some bags and cleaning supplies.  There were a lot of weapons to dispose of.  Potentially a lot of heads.
<<@team:  Primary force is down.  We control the club, top to bottom.  Gotta scrub the place a bit before leaving.  Any friendly blood or specific witnesses that need to be erased?  Knowing this would make my job much easier.  I'd like to do the lot of them, but I don't get the feeling that you're prepared to dispose of 17 human heads.  We'll have to work on that for later.>>

[Ten-Hex]

Come back, friend. We are leaving this place and I may have need of you.

The fisher spirit reappears in astral space around Still Waters, agitated and eager to act, as the shaman slips his perception back into the magical realms. Time to test how well the offerings I've made to these spirits have been received, he thinks, calling out to the rain spattering down on the club's roof. Almost immediately, an astral form resembling a muscular naked man composed all of dark cloud and fat raindrops appears next to the fisher spirit, eager to help and lightning excitement flashing where eyes would be.

Back in the mundane world, the ancient spirit ancestor fades into wisps of smoke as the shaman focuses elsewhere, nodding once to Still Waters before it completely disappears.

The shaman turns his disfocused gaze in the direction of the hacker, spitting out a few words of power as ephemeral blood drips from his mouth, only to evaporate as fast as it appears.

"Ask him your questions," he says in his heavy accent. "I will know when he lies."

[Xzylvador]

They reached the car. "Last stop."
Silk watched Hank put the target on the back seat of the car and start working on him with a medkit.
"It's us asking the questions, not you. But I'm not sure I've got all that many questions to ask... not to you that is. You were offered a chance to make us reconsider killing you. I don't know what you think of it yourself, but so far you've not offered a lot of reasons."
She put the holdout pack in her pockets, her hand came back out holding a pair of zipties.
Once again she showed him her hands, one holding restraints, the other the gun.
"Second time I'm offering you a choice, maybe you'll do better this time. On your knees, face to the wall, keep your hands in your neck. Or don't, that'll provide the same outcome, just a lot more painful."

[Chrona]

"Fine, I'll spell it out, they thought you didn't have a hacker with you because the one who turned up didn't take the job."

He looked at her hands, "Sorry, I'm confused is the choice "Get shot or get tied up in the car." Or "Get shot or get Executed while tied up?[""/color]