[Kontact]

"I'll find Oliver for you.  If he's up to something nasty, I'll put a stop to it.  Even if he's just trying to bring that shitty Isamu kid back from the dead or something, I'll slap the wicked scepter right outta his hand.  Honestly... I don't like that kid.  He was a jerkweed before he died, fuck knows how he'd be after getting pulled outta hell."

[Walks Through Walls]

Walks Through Walls looks around and says, "I'm in. How long until we land? Do I need to give you a list of gear I need, or will we go on a shopping trip to get things once we land?"

[FastJack]

Mercedes nods at the agreed-upon price, "Domo, Ms. van Helsing. Once we land, we can start making our plans for getting Woofer back and finding Oliver."

[OOC: Good place to jump forward to landing? I picture Mercedes just zoning out the rest of the trip--halfway between trying not to worry about Woofer and getting some shut-eye.]

[inca1980]

Karina looks at the team one by one and smiles politely,

"Excellent, now we can discuss the rest of what we know as we make our descent, I would ask everyone to please take their seats and buckle up."

She sits down again in the seat facing the team and in a few seconds your ears start popping as the VTOL jet re-enters the troposphere and starts losing altitude.

"As I have stated before, and I know is standard MO for professionals such as yourselves, it is of utmost importance that our company name be in no way associated with your team and anything about your search for Mr. Sanon.  We did manage to find another piece of evidence which we would like your team to confirm."

An AR image appears in her hand.



"We suspect this image, which was recovered during a routine matrix run on a shadow data haven, could potentially be Mr. Sanon.  Whoever was trying to sell this lucrative piece of pay data found it buried deep in an Aztechnology security sub-node.  The file consisted of a list of about 10 old user access ID's who were for a time allowed entrance to a heliopad airlock on the Seattle pyramid using alchemical passkey authentication.  This image was associated with 'outside consultant T345B9'.  All the access ID's are old and have most likely been recycled but its the names of random execs on the list which were selling like hot-cakes."

She tosses the image your way to store on your comms.

"As you can see we've done our homework, but this is all we've been able to come up with.   In 5 minutes we'll arrive at our destination and you will be able to wash, rest and eat.  At that point we will give you the tour and you can get to work."

From the window you notice lush green covered mountains painted with the warm orange light of the setting sun.   

"you will be fronted 10,000¥ of your pay each as a travel and expense budget just in case you find you are having difficulty accessing your personal funds."

She hands each of you a certified credsticks, each with a balance of 10,000¥.

You destination finally comes into view and slightly takes you aback.


The vessel maneuvers its way onto a heliopad nestled among the towers and its VTOL capabalities slowly bring it down to a halt with a small thud.  Karina and Z both lead the team onto the pad and despite the hot engines revving down behind you, the coolness of the mountain breeze startles you compared with the humid summer of Seattle.  The paranormal and mundane birds weaving between the looming spires and battlements remind you that VR games are one thing; call it metahuman nature, but even in 2072 there's nothing like the real thing.  Karina smiles as she sees you staring.

"Welcome to Area 39."

The stress of the last brush with death starts to slowly sink in and the next half an hour goes by rather like a blur.....routine tag erasing...towel, toothbrush, Evo PJ's distributed....some food....something about starting up early in the morning. 

You finally find yourselves each in your own room; rooms so authentically anachronistic you half expect to find a chamber pot under the beds (which you don't BB).  The bedrooms are all right next to each other in the hallway and even have connecting doorways on the inside.

[OOC: The time is about 9:00 PM.  That was a chunk of action so I'll let you guys put in your 2 cents.  If you need to you can go back in time a little and say "on the plane i do/say xyz....etc. up to the present moment, capiche?    Karina will take more questions tomorrow morning.  Outside the castle it was a matrix deadzone, but inside there's full Wifi.  The node providing Wifi however is not broadcasting GPS information for you comms to triangulate with.]

[Kontact]

Brian takes this opportunity to call off his leverage play on the now dead Detective Tyrone Yancy.  He sends a message directly to his fixer this time, instead of to a disposable dead drop.
<<@Maurice Mothersbaugh:  I've sent a message to one of your drops.  Disregard the last message.  In fact, it would be best to not even check it.  It might be hot.  Sorry.  I was in a spot and looking to try and establish a negotiating position.  Good news is that I'll likely have some pretty excellent info for you soon to help make up for any trouble this might have caused.>>

[Walks Through Walls]

Once we land and are "alone" She Who Walks Through Walls takes Mercedes aside, "How are you doing? Sorry we didn't get Woofer out too, but we'll get him back."

She will do the supportive friend bit for a little while and then beg off because she needs some sleep to get rid of the stun she still has.

Once alone she will meditate to commune with the Moon Maiden and then go to bed to sleep away her stun.

(OOC Do I need to role for the hours to get rid of it or will enough time pass that it will be gone?)

[FastJack]

Mercedes puts on a brave face for Walks and tells her she's fine. Once she gets to her room, though, she heads straight to the bathroom and throws up breakfast from her nerves being shot with worry for Marcus. Damping down a towel, she changes into the pajamas provided and lays down on the bed, putting the cool towel on her forehead.

[inca1980]

2:35 am June 20th, 2072, some place in Seattle:


@Woofer:

The cold water dripping off your naked wet body trickles on the floor and echo's through the tiled scrub-down room.  The shot of nanites in your ass hurts like hell and has started working right away.  Only function on your cyber-eyes that is still kicking now is normal visual channel and the decibel range on your ear implants has also been restricted to normal human levels.....hard to tell anyways what exact restrictions have been put on your 'ware cuz you have no ARO monitors since they took your comm and all other gear and clothing upon intake.  The drones which scrubbed you down retreat and you just stand dripping until a sliding door swishes open.  A native-looking orc in security getup enters and grabs you by the back of your neck and tugs hard to pull you  into the hallway he just came out of.  After pulling you naked down a halogen bright hallway he throws you in what looks like a holding cell and tosses some scrubs at you. 

Once inside you realize it's not a holding cell at all but rather an interrogation room with just a rectangular metal table and two metal chairs.  The door slides shut behind you and you shiver as you see your naked body in what is most likely a two way mirror.  You are surprised that they haven't handcuffed you. 

You put on the scrubs and after almost an hour of sitting there all by yourself the door suddenly slides open again.  An elf you've never seen before with short shagged silver-ish hair in an elaborately engraved brown leather trench-coat enters along with the orc security guard from before.  Behind them you see the shadow of a figure standing that you can't make out yet. 

The orc comes straight toward you and before you know it, tries to slam his fist squarely into your solar-plexis.

[OOC: roll intiative if you're going to fight back.  Your bioware is still active.]


7:00 AM June 20th, Somewhere else on planet Earth.

@Mercedes, BB and Walks:

You wake-up as the daylight shines through the massive windows onto your faces.  Those of you with the capability see an AR txt icon telling you to meet in the library after breakfast, those of you who don't see the txt the moment you wake up see it  once you've placed on your contact lenses or other image link device.  AR instructions highlight the way to breakfast.

After an exquisite meal in the dining hall the team strolls over to the library whose location is also indicated with AR arrows.  You find Karina working on some business over AR touchpads which she shoos away as soon as you enter. 

"Well I hope you have rested well and breakfast has been to your liking.....Here at Area 39 we hope you'll develop a taste for real food as opposed to the soy-based garbage Seattle is drowning in.  Well to get started, instead of just taking you on a tour of the facility I thought I'd ask you what it is you'd like to see first."

She gives you the option of seeing:

1. The gym and training center.

2. The computer command center known as "Omnibus"

3. The sick bay

4. The arsenal and storage facility

5. Something else you'd like to see.

[Kontact]

Brian had tried to sleep longer than the typical 3-4 hours that made up his off time, but just couldn't.  The quiet of the place was fundamentally disturbing to his sense of what's right and good.  There were no trucks or humming machines.  No one pacing on the floor above him, no fans running, it was far too much nothing.  He couldn't even feel the regular tension of electricity running through the walls, bombarding him with constant 44hz waves.  The lack of tension served to keep him up nearly all night, chewing betel, browsing the net for news and working to patch up his Track program.

When the ARO dinged to let him know that breakfast was being served,  he was still feeling like a bit of a wreck.  Maybe it was the gack from Angel's place.  Maybe it was the feeling of being trapped at the mercy of these people.  He didn't want to think about that.  All the world is a prison.  Comfort is a prison.  Love is a prison.  Even solitude is still a prison.  This is nothing to be concerned with.

He got up and headed off to breakfast.  He was happy to enjoy some fresh food after having had to cut off his daily deliveries of fresh bacon, eggs and non-pasteurized milk from the Sonomish co-ops.  They were too backward to hack for fake payment, and he just couldn't afford it without work.  Finishing up, he was refreshed a bit and ready to get to work.

"I suppose the arsenal makes sense.  If any of the weapons require customization, that'll be better to start sooner rather than later."

[Walks Through Walls]

Walks Through Walls not really having an opinion on where to start says, "Yeah that sounds fine to me."

[Sludig]

Woofer takes the beating, what they're hoping for is to fight back.  he knows the cameras are off, this is just to soften him up for the later interrogation.

[inca1980]

[OOC: just posting this to fix some weird formatting issue when I look at my next post in my browser....just ignore this.]

[inca1980]

3:47 am June 20th, 2072, some place in Seattle

@Woofer:

The ork's fist slams into your torso and you feel the wind get knocked out of you as you double over onto the floor.   Right after he brings his fist down again hard into you the silver haired elf stops him,

"That's enough! pick him up and put him in the chair."

He picks you up and sits you down in the chair, handcuffing your hands behind your back.  As soon as the door slides shut and bolts, the figure that you couldn't make out in the dimly lit room finally steps forward in front of the silver-haired elf.



Dressed in a very stylish dark-blue felt long-coat, Germaine Robinson steps out from the shadow cast by the shade on the over-head bulb, his face completely expressionless.

"Good evening Mr. Steele, I regret the circumstances of our re-encounter.  Your friends' miraculous little getaway was quite impressive but quite fortunately for us, at least we have you............and you my friend will take us to them."

He motions for the security guard to bring the other metal chair over to him and the ork complies.  Germaine turns it around, the back of the seat facing you, accommodates his long-coat, and straddles it, the very informal gesture breaking the flow of his otherwise impeccable ettiquette.

"I prefer to do this the easy way, and I'm first going to just ask you directly.  I would hate to have to have my friend Wanderlei over here have to go to work on your mind....or my other orkish friend over there go to work on your body in order to find what we need.  So here goes:  Mr. Steele, where are your teammates?"


8:00 AM June 20th, Somewhere else on planet Earth.

@Mercedes, BB, Walks:

Karina leads you into the depths of the castle and at the end of a long corridor are two large wooden double doors.  She touches an AR pad in front of her and instead of the doors swinging open they slide open with the hiss of large hydraulics. 



A massive white room with walls completely covered with guns and gear lies before you. 

"Welcome to the arsenal and AR menu will allow you to check out gear and weapons.  You may come here anytime since each of your access ID's have clearance."

Over the next hour you also tour the gym equipped with rather first rate tutor-softs and the sick-bay.  She also informs you how you can visit either anytime with your clearance.

Before you tour the command center, Z arrives and helps Karina explain a few odds and ends. 

The command center ends up being located at the top of one of the central towers of the old castle and as the massive sliding doors open your eyes dance as hundreds if not thousands of ARO's swim and dart across the room.  The periphery of the circular room is lined with several individuals who seem to be very concentrated in with the ARO's they are pouring over.  One man stands in the center.



He turns as Karina introduces him.

"This is our chief analyst here at Area 39.  He has a very...special....knack for mining data and is known as Mephisto."

Mephisto turns and nods to the team.  He will orient you with the use of the advanced Omnibus system but he also encourages you to explore it for yourselves.

Karina concludes the tour and informs you of how from this point on you have complete access to the areas you have visited in order to prepare for your rescue of Woofer and search for Olivier Sanon.  She gives you all her commcode which you can use to ask her anything. 

[Sludig]

Woofer chuckles, "Nice to know that KE's hospitality has improved.  To be honest Mr. Germaine, I have no fucking clue, last time I saw my team mates was when they were leaping out a window while I passed out."  *spits blood in his direction* "Besides, we both know you're not going to believe a word I say, and just have your goons do what they're going to do anyway."  *Woofer just gives him a dead stare*

[Walks Through Walls]

Walks Through Walls after resting and healing will tour the facility. After picking up her new gear from the Armory she will then go back to her room and go through everything with the tag eraser to try and eliminate most of the tags that the gear is sure to be littered with.
After that she will meditate and try to commune with the Moon Maiden since she knows once things get going she won't have time.