[Kontact]

"Hey Grant, you seem like you've got a firm grasp on your business.  Does Joe do extraction as well as implantation?  I think we found a candidate for a bit of deaugmentation.  If it's too close to home, I understand, but I figured it's worth looking into the option."

Joe headed into the bathroom and started changing costume again.

Disguise roll 10d6.hits(5) → [6,6,2,4,6,3,3,3,1,6] = (4)

[Artighur]

Subvocal : Dang, a clone is very possible, but as you say we were paid for getting this man over here so it is a succes. Now the J. did say it was more of a test than a proper run, so it looks a lot like a setup, I'd rather play dumb for the start and see what is happening then. For the guard... I don't know, as you guys can see I'm not very good at interrogating people, what more could we get from this ?

[GrimWulf]

Comm: Not going to get more at this rate. I say we have fun with him after. For now we find out what the hell Johnson up to.

Noise sends a quick text to Stasya as she rounds the corner by the pawn shop and heads into the alley, a quick step to her pace.

Noise walks with purpose into the clinic's lobby, Ares Alpha held at east in her hands, a belt of grenades crosses her chest and a sword at either hip adds to her new accessories. She goes straight for the door into the back without even acknowledging the troll or the receptionist. She gives 'Grant' a quick glance as she heads into the meeting room.

This wasn't the normal way she'd show up to a meet, but screw the world if she didn't feel a tad bit upset at this point.  She didn't know what to expect at this point but she'd damn well be better prepared for it this time.

[Xzylvador]

She fished the Laés cigarette out of her pocket and offered it to Corland, she put a normal cancer stick in her own mouth. Real guy or fake guy, she didn't know much for sure about this job. But she knew he could easily recognize most of them if he could remember tonight, and they weren't hired to bring him with his memories intact.
"I know they say these things are bad for your health, but believe me when I tell you this is a special one that will make you live longer."

[Chrona]

He thanks you, and starts smoking it.

On the other side of some coughing, spluttering and wheezing, you have an unconscious target in the sedan.

As Noise moved into the clinic, the Troll went to say something but thought better of it.
Grant nods quickly and actually holds the door open for her.

Inside Creepy Joe has been replaced by a grim looking suited man. Brown hair, early 40s.
"Please, sit."
It's the Johnson.

[Xzylvador]

"Hank, you didn't seem to have a lot of trouble carrying him the first time. Think you're up to carrying him again?" She tries to sound genuinely impressed, but isn't all too happy with the result.
"I'll help if you need it.", she adds sounding as if she's not really looking forward to heavy lifting.
That should do it.

[Artighur]

Hank nods and open the door, making sure the target is really unconscious and safe then he put target on his shoulders.
I'm pretty sure I made a good impression in there, these girls are quick, but they respect Strength, everybody does. After all, it seem that they didn't notice his "problem" last time.

Hank does not try to see through the lie, in fact he looks flattered
Body 5 + Strength 6 (11d6.hits(5)=4), that is more like it !

He smiles to Silk "Ladies first y'know, or is this another moment where I should open the way ?", Hank laughs and start moving with Silk.

[Ten-Hex]

As the target goes unconscious, Still Waters drops his conduit to the man's mind.

subvoc - "My vote is also for clone. His thoughts are child-like. Let's just get him to the Johnson, I need my money."

The shaman does one better than Silk and doesn't even offer to help lift the body. He just keeps looking around as if expecting everything to go to shit at the drop of a hat. He does give the dwarf a quick appraisal as he hoists up the unconscious man.

In astral, his four spirits linger about the shaman awaiting orders.

[Kouryuu]

As Andromeda noticed the last team members appearing in the room she stopped looking at the sensor readings of the mysterious ninja Hacker. She hated that someone had being able to jam Habu"s sensors, she would have to work on that a bit.

"We all are here so we can start Right?"

[Chrona]

As you all file in and stand or sit the man gets up and inspects the body, lifting the head by the hair. "Hello, Corland."

"I had said relatively unharmed, near enough." He drops a certified credstick on the floor. "There's your 38k, good evening."

He walks to the door and opens it to leave. Standing there is Creepy Joe.

"Leaving so soon, Carter?" Joe steps forward, the Johnson steps back. "J-Joe but you got called out to... Wait... N-no, that was..."

"Your real name, yeah, I did some digging."  He forces Carter to move back further.

http://youtu.be/ceoFeDWpPYs

"Like how you majored in politics, along with Corland, till you flunked out."
"I-I-..."
"I knew you were up to something but tipping him off and devising some crazy scheme with him? Good thing I hired better runners than you expected."
"No... He...." Carter's back hits the wall.
"Shut up, no lies. Now."

"W-What's....happen... " Carter falls to the ground.
"Ritual Mind Probe by a friend of mine. I think you can guess who....." For a few seconds Carter writhes on the floor, trying to fight... "Got it all? Good."

"N-Now what... get one of your runners to kill me?" He struggles to his knees.

A hidden-arm slide places an Pred IV into Joe's hand. "Higher-ups want you put down but you aren't worth these guys time or Ammo. Also unlike you, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty." He places the gun against the older man's forehead, then stops. The gun slides back up his arm.

"Wh-Whu? Why?"

"My friend asked to do it." Joe steps back.

Carter's eyes fill with fear. "No! No!" He tries to scramble forward, "Shoot me, pleas- -BRPLEUGH"


Water erupts from his mouth as a materialising water elemental pulls it's translucent arm from his back, then returns to the Astral.

A few seconds later a man has drowned, in agony, on dry land. "There's another 7000 in it for you if you take his body over to my friend. 45,000 and some answers sounds more reasonable for tonight, right? I'll give you the address if you agree, to get in say "Early Delivery"."

[Kouryuu]

This all would be a bit shocking, but this was not the first time Andromeda had witnessed this kind of thing happening between collages, even friends so this was just businesses as usual.
S@Team Do we tell him about our second Guest, this one seems a bit trust worthier, at least his mission does.

[GrimWulf]

Noise couldn't help but smile as the man drowned as she scooped up the credstick laying on the floor and started tossing it in the air in front of her. She'd feared that she was going to have to track down the Johnson, but seeing him here, like this was good enough.  She fired off another message to Stasya about forgetting about the first part of the last message. 

Comm: Only if he asks about it.

"Answers are good, yes? Also money is good. You," she motions in CJ's direction with her rifle, but not actually pointing at him. "I almost can like.  Maybe I do help with early delivery."

[Xzylvador]

Silk watched the events unfurl without any emotion visible on her face. Her eyes remained focussed on the Johnson without blinking until he landed dead on the floor.

"Witnessing that conversation wasn't the 'answers', right? We kind of figured that part out when two of us suddenly were surrounded by a dozen armed ex-whatevers and ended up with a drugged clone on the backseat of the car. 45.000 isn't really what I'd call reasonable for just letting us walk into an ambush like that; but I suppose you're not to blame, in the end it's all business, right? Looks like you scored a promotion tonight, congratulations."

7k wasn't a lot of money, certainly not when divided among a team but she probably would have done it for free if Creepy Joe had allowed her to shoot the asshole herself. Drowning, she'd been close to that once. Knowing the prick died such an agonizing death was worth a lot too.

She nodded at the corpse approvingly.
"I can only speak for myself, but sure, as long as he doesn't live in Alaska or something. Early Delivery, huh? Suppose that means I still won't have time to get my gear... and we need to make some space in the trunk. Your clinic, do you only put parts in or are you interested in purchasing some raw materials too?"

[Chrona]

"Thank you, Noise." He turned to Silk, "Redmond Barrens, not Alaska. He did the mind probe so I've asked him to tell you everything when you arrive. Other than the 45k I cant offer any more than my thanks on a good job and an offer of continued work. There's still  the original job after all but it can wait. Early Delivery is just a code, You've got till sun up, so by all means, grab your gear."

He smiles at the business offer, "We do a standard rate of 1000 nuyen per body, variable based on blood type, damage, etc, plus 10% retail value of any 'ware we salvage."

It is 10:00pm, sun up is ~4am.
The Organlegging price is a non-game/bank breaking amount i think seems reasonable but I may change it, feel free to discuss it in OOC.

[Kontact]

Little Joe, now for all the world a three-year-old girl in overalls and a pony sweater, bent down by the dead man's head and whispered something in his ear.  The then stood back up to her full 2 and a half foot height and beamed at Creepy Joe.  "Oh uncle Joe!  Redmond at night!?  That's when all the fun happens!  Tell me we're not just going to boring old Touristville!"