[inca1980]

Road to Redmond II -- Blood alone moves the wheels

[Walks Through Walls]

   The memories of the night still caused her to shiver weeks later. She Who Walks Through Walls wondered why Moon Maiden had thought her ready on that night to take over. She had figured out how to cast more spells. Healing so she could help her friends when they got hurt, mindnet so they could communicate without fear of being over heard. B.B. had been right she should have known better than to talk even subvocally around a vampire. Thought recognition would be useful in finding information when sneaking around places.
   Moon Maiden was right she needed to find others to help her find her way and guide her in finding her inner strength.

   The group she had found was teaching her so much she didn’t understand about her powers, and abilities. She took a deep breath and repeated the oath after the oathmaster. The incense making her dizzy as she joined with the group. Then Walks Through Walls heard Moon Maiden calling to her as she looked down on her body. What it was time to go back already, but there was still so much to learn. She nodded as the new her moved from the dream world and took over her body.
   Blinking She Who Walks Through Walls finished the sentence and felt the energy flowing into her. The ways of hiding your aura making sense to her now. This would help her get into new places, but she still had so much to learn.
   As the time passed and her bank account dwindled She Who Walks Through Walls thought about having to do some more biz and soon in order to pay the bills. It was odd that she seemed to be luckier or having fate shine on her more lately.

[FastJack]

     Mercedes sighted down the barrel of her gun like Woofer had taught her and fired off another round. One hundred meters away, the paper target died as the bullet ripped another hole in its chest. She smiled to herself, proud that her skill was improving. But, once again, her thoughts turned to that night six months ago and the smile disappeared. She remembered how proud she was that she swore she would never willing harm another when she first stepped into the darkness. But the shadows leave their mark on you, no matter how hard you try to avoid it. And for her, the wonton killing of all the prostitutes, just because she and her friends had talked to them, still wore heavily on her soul.
     After that night, she realized that her naïveté about the harsh realities of her new life would lead to her or, even worse, her friends getting killed. The image of Marcus laying on the street, bullet holes in his coat, still sent a shiver down her spine. So she began preparing. Training herself so she would no longer be a liability to her team. It wiped out most of her savings, but it was worth it. She no longer felt that she wasn't a runner like the others. She felt a part of the team now.
     She unloaded her Élan, then made her way to the exit of the shooting range. She still needed to get home and change for dinner with Marcus later that evening. That was one good thing that came of that night, at least. Her relationship with him had become more serious and they've been leaning on each other for support. He'd been helping her with her training and she'd been helping him with Olivier's curse. It could have been much worse, of course, and for that she's grateful that it's only an addiction, but it still was an obstacle between them.
     She paid up at the counter for her time on the range, then stepped outside the building just as the sun was slipping below the skyline to the west, giving a false dusk to the area. Getting on her bike, she kicked it into high gear and tore off into the easterly traffic, the shadows darkening and lengthing ahead of her.

[Sludig]

 Woofer sighs as he looks out his front window, 3 am, it's about time it happened, 6 months ago.  'I should be used to this, I spent months with nightmares about a serial killer's crime scenes, but...not like this.' His longing hasn't gone away, the longing for that embrace again.  Woofer looks back, and sees Mercedes sleeping comfortably he should be asleep next to her, and she'll notice he was up again, so it's likely they'll fight about it...again.  He sighs as he makes his way back to bed, the effects of the last few months, the leanness of training show, hard work to improve his speed, but that doesn't matter now, as he slips into bed and lays down.

[Kontact]

Brian had always felt like something was chasing him.  Knowing the things he did and the things he went through, you wouldn't think him very far off.  But no matter what was chasing him he was always quicker.  He even felt quicker now - safer.  He felt good, despite everything.  Despite the fear and uncertainty.  He really felt like he was changing, for the first time in a long time.  He'd pretended to change over and over again.  He'd said to himself, "That me is dead.  I won't be bound to those feelings.  I won't be trapped with that pain."  But saying it was never enough.  And trying to forgive his enemies wasn't the same as being forgiven.  And all of this was just so damn hard.  He'd worked another missing person case after the job for Germaine.  A Yakuza thing.  He could have made it very bad for his old enemies.  He could have torn them apart, but he didn't.  Now his old enemies owed him a favor.  That was enough to satisfy him for now.  He'd found the kid, he'd found the woman, and then he'd left to find himself.  He went back to Sacramento to see what he could piece together there.  When he got back to Seattle, he was refreshed.

[inca1980]

@Everyone:

You all receive a txt message from Angel.  ##Hope you enjoyed your well earned vacation.  I've just gotten wind of a job that you definitely should think twice about before you turn it down.  Let's talk over drinks at my place, how's 5 this afternoon, 194 Dexter Ave Apt. 560. across the street from Club Palizades.  Woofer knows it.##

[Kontact]

That address was only 6 blocks west of Brian's condo, a bit deeper into the elven district.  Another fortunate turn for the young gnome.  His luck really seemed to be turning around as of late.

[Walks Through Walls]

She Who Walks Through Walls takes a cab to a few blocks from the address. As she starts to walk towards the building she cast physical mask at force 5. She is making the mask exactly like herself only without the tattoos she has gotten from initiating.

(OOC spellcasting 4, +2 magic, +2 mentor bonus:
8d6: 8d6.hits(5) → [1,1,1,4,6,1,4,6] = (2) Wow a glitch. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come)

She will then walk around the building looking at security casually and thinking about ways to get in and out. After one time around she will take a deep breath and then go in. Thinking to herself, "Well time to get back to work."

She will debate between the elevator and stairwell. Not particularly liking the idea of either one, but deciding that Angel wouldn't like it if she climbed in an outside window to get to the meet she decides on the elevator.

[Sludig]

Woofer parks at the address Angel gave out, time to work, take his mind off of things.  After getting out, he goes to the passenger side door and opens it for Mercedes.

[FastJack]

Mercedes smiles at Marcus, taking his arm as they walk to the building together. Once inside, she puts on her "game face" for the upcoming meeting.

[inca1980]

[OOC: Equinox building is front and center in this night image.]

Angel's condo is on the fifth floor of the Equinox building smack dab in the middle of blocks and blocks of office high-rises.  The humid afternoon summer breeze carries with it the smell of Puget Sound and gets you thinking of what kind of sushi roll you're gonna order down by the docks after the meet.....especially if the payout is good you can afford to go a little crazy tonight.

The glass elevator is only glass on the first floor food-court and then shoots up into a closed shaft which takes you through the floors with apartments.  The AR interface of the building quickly orients you through flashing blue arrows to which one of the apartments is Angel's and as each of you make your way off the elevator, Angel over the AR intercom asks you to just enter through the unlocked front door and he will be with you in just a moment after he gets off of a conference call.

The four of you eventually all arrive and make yourselves comfortable on the leather couches in the middle of the spacious and sunlit white-washed living room.  Angel occasionally enters the room as he paces and acknowledges you all with a smile and a "hold on i'll be right with you" nod which he follows with the occasional a drag off his cigarette as he remains focused on the mental call occuring over his ear-piece commlink. 

After about 5 minutes of the 4 of you sitting around the onyx coffee table in the middle of the semi-circle of couches, Angel finally finishes his call.



"Please excuse me I was just on the comm with a very important buyer of some vintage LP's that I came across a few years back.  I hate parting with this collection in particular, but I always need to fight the urge to be a pack-rat.  The buyer is gonna meet me later tonight over at the club Penumbra so I don't want to waste anymore of your time.  On the other hand we never really got a chance to chat about your last job which I'm still quite in the dark about.  So is this true what i've heard?  Only a little bit here and there through the grape vine about some infected hacker kidnapping those Visteon boys?"

He presses a little hovering AR button and a little compartment in the onyx coffee table opens up and out rises a little mirror with purple betameth crystals in neat lines.  He walks over as he waits for your response and kneels in front of it with a little tube and snorts up one of them before offering the tube to the group while sniffling and rubbing his nose.

[Walks Through Walls]

She Who Walks Through Walls will look at the drug with disinterest and wonder how much everyone is comfortable talking about.
"It was a series of events that left us all changed. Physically, emotionally and in other ways."

She will look at Mercedes hoping that she will take the lead in the conversation.
"but did you really call us all here now to talk about something months ago?"

She will give an inquisitive look and then look out  and watch Angel out of the corner of her eye while looking out the window waiting on an answer.

[Kontact]

[ooc: Street drug knowledge check 9d6.hits(5) → [2,6,4,3,6,4,4,2,5] = (3)]

Brian scoped the place out with a professional's eyes, pinged his radar and scanned for hidden nodes.  Meanwhile he addressed their host, apparently the source of the Visteon job.
"No worries, Walks.  I doubt we've got pressing business if homeboy is setting up lines.  Where'd you get this by the way?  It looks pharmaceutical grade."  Brian marveled internally at the man's habit if he was doing whole lines of the stuff.  Still, intrigued, he scooped some up on the end of his pocket knife and prepared to bump it.  A little taste wouldn't hurt, and he generally kicked way more ass on Planes of Eldoran when he was switched on like that.  "Are.. we getting into biz though?  I gotta ask before I start getting sped.  I mean I wanna avail myself of your hospitality, but not at the expense of the group, dig?"

[inca1980]

@B.B.

You can tell that the purple crystals are indeed betameth and a high grade cut for that matter.  A line of that stuff would definitely get the party started.

Angel looks at you intently and smiles as he passes the tube over to you.

"Definitely getting into biz....actually let me just get some coffee brewing and we'll talk buisness."

[FastJack]

Mercedes politely shakes her head at the offer and smiles at Angel. "I will take you up on a cup of coffee, though."