[Kontact]

Brian picked though the gear and designated all the stuff he would like adapted for his use.  Evo was definitely the best employer in this regard, with their whole MetaErgonomics division.  He tried to palm a Battle Buddy Basic commlink, to see if they'd notice.  Naturally, they did.

When he got to the command center, he felt the familiar electrical currents and heard the whirring and clicking of machines.  It was almost enough that he wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep right there, but there was work to do. "Mephisto?  Two things.  First off, how are you on a skip-trace?  Secondly... can I sleep here tonight?"

[FastJack]

Mercedes looks through all the gear, choosing a Morrissey Élan with an internal smartlink and a Walther Secura Kompakt to up her game. She then begins looking through the other gear, finding some Smartlink contacts, a full bodysuit of FFBA that has been treated to be resistant to electricity and fire which fits under her stylish jeans and blouse. Surprisingly, she also comes back with a deep crimson Zoe Moonsilver scarf and some chemically-dosed lipstick. Finally, she grabs a large shoulder bag and fills it with grenades and medical gear. All in all, she looks like she's gearing up for a war.

"That should do for me. When are we going for Woofer?"

[inca1980]

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

@Woofer:

As you stare Germaine dead in the face, blood trickling down your lip, you see his face harden. 

"Very well then Mr. Steele.  We'll do it your way."

 He nods towards the silver haired elf, gets up off the seat and stands back.  The elf whom he referred to as Wanderlei moves around your chair and approaches you from behind.  You feel his hands clutch each side of you head.  You begin to feel his fingers heat up as he utters syllables in an ancient tongue.  You feel the room reel and the sudden presence of what feels like a claw digging its way into your thoughts.

[OOC: Spellcasting 4 + Magic 4 = (8d6.hits(5)=2).  Resist with Willpower and you get a mysterious +2 bonus.]

8:30 AM June 20th, Area 39.

@BB:

Mephisto seems to prefer speaking to you via simsense even when he's looking straight at you.

<<That is precisely what we've been trying for months now.  Without more search input we've just been cycling through the same hits in one form or another.  If you would like to try your hand at digging up information on any search term then Omnibus is at your disposal........and if you so choose we can set you up a little cot in the corner over there.>>

He pulls up an AR screen for you which is the interface with Omnibus. 

[OOC: Omnibus is a System 8 Firewall 8 Response 7 node.  The loaded programs are Analyze, Browse, Edit, Decrypt, Encrypt,  Command, Stealth, Hacking, Sniffer, Spoof.  All are rating 8 and the first 6 on the list have an ergonomic option.  It also has two rating 8 Agents loaded.  To do a data search give me a search term and then roll your DataSearch + Omnibus's Browse.  One roll per search term.]

[Sludig]

As the mage starts to dig into his mind, Woofer begins to mentally recite every interrogation proedure in the KE handbook.

5d6.hits(5)=2 ((Willpower 3 + 2 bonus, 2 hits yay...))

[Kontact]

"Oh, no Meph.  Sorry.  I didn't mean on Oliver.  I already gathered you've been pouring yourself into that well for a while now.  I need to find Mrs. Germaine Robinson.  I'd like her to hear a special recording I have of her husband ordering us to kill their son.  It's part of the plan to get Woofer out of KE custody."

"So, Mercedes, what do you think?  You ready to break a woman's heart and then put it back together?  I know you're not too into the idea of using Jeshua as currency, but his mother may not be a complete and total monster like his father.  Just don't let her know about the kid until we've dealt with Germanie.  So, step 1: use Germaine's wife to pass on our threat of turning him over to the cops while simultaneously ruining his marriage.  Step 2: use Germaine to get Woofer in such a place where we can extract the guy.  Step 3: have Germaine arrested for conspiracy to commit murder and reintroduce Jeshua to Germaine's wife."

Brian turned to Mephisto.  "The kid's got Kriegers, by the way.  I know Evo is possibly the only corp or nation willing to give rights to the infected.  Any way we could help him and the mother out?"

[FastJack]

Mercedes smiles coldly at Brian's plan, "He gave up his son because he was an 'inconvience'. Now he has Woofer. He deserves whatever happens."

[Kontact]

"It's important that he learns how things work in this business.  He came to us in his time of need.  He came to us personally, led us into his home, and talked extensively about how he would be ruined if this information ever made it out.  Then he tried to strong arm us, using his own crimes as blackmail.  It's time for him to learn that, when desperation drives you to do business with criminals, you don't own them, they own you.  Forever."

[inca1980]

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

@Woofer:

[OOC: Wanderlei's drain resist: Logic 5 + Willpower 4 = (9d6.hits(5)=2).  Force was 4, so drain is 4S, he resists it down to 2S.]

Wanderlei jerks for an instant and then snatches back his hands with a start.  You hear him gasp deeply trying to regain his breath.

Germaine's expression changes to one of annoyed confusion.

Germaine: "What's the matter, did you learn anything?"

Wanderlei: "Something strange is going on.....<<gasp>>....something is different about this one.  There's some form of powerful magic which is blocking my attempts.  I recognize it though, I saw traces of it lingering on the aura of your boy before...."

Germaine: "THAT THING WAS NOT MY BOY!!!", he interrupts the other elf with a shout almost completely losing his composure but then pauses for a moment to wipe his brow and regain it.  "Very well then.  I doubt any amount of beating is going to make this ex-cop talk, he already knows the drill.  Wouldn't want to risk killing him either....  We'll just have to improvise.  I would have liked to possess the whole team .... but the magic surrounding this one may prove useful.  Nevermind then Wanderlei, at least we possess Mr. Steele.....and Mr. Steele will lead us to what we're looking for."  He leans forward again looking you straight in the eyes quite sardonically.  "Isn't that right Mr. Steele?"

8:45 AM June 20th, Area 39.

@BB: 

You queue up the Browse program and the ARO's of the room begin to wheel around you as if you were a star at the center of a solar system.  The speed and raw computing power of the system make your nerves practically orgasm with delight!  The skip trace of Mrs. Robinson is practically trivial.  As soon as the most important hits pop up you freeze in place upon reading what you find.  An obituary.

<<Darlene Annette Robinson, 2015 - 2072.   Darlene went to be with the heavenly father on June 12th, 2072 after succumbing to life-threatening burns she recieved after being rescued from the burning down of the orphanage where she volunteered.  Darlene was a devoted wife and mother.  Her Family was her most prized possession but her heart extended out to all those in need.

Friends and family will gather Tuesday, June 15, 2072 from 4:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m. at the Shirley Brothers Fishers-Castleton Chapel, 9900 Allisonville Rd., with a funeral service Wednesday at 11:00 a.m. Darlene will be laid to rest at Overlake Memorial Gardens Cemetery.>>

[Sludig]

"What, you looking for a quick end to this too, no a good way, turn your ass around, leave, and keep lying to your wife."

[inca1980]

3:48 am June 20th, 2072, some place in Seattle

@Woofer:

As soon as you mentioned the word "wife" you noticed Germaine flinch a little but continue to stare you dead in the face.
 
"An end to this Mr. Steele?  But this is only the begin-n......."

He is interrupted by the opening of the door and a human in his 50's in a full KE sergeant uniform enters and speaks.

"This interview is done for now Mr. Robinson.  Time to call it a night."

Germaine shoots a rather acidic look at him but then acquiesces, looking at you one more time before he leaves the room with the other elf as the ork security guard stays behind with the sergeant. 

"Finish processing the detainee and get him to bed."

Once the sergeant leaves the ork looks at you with disgust and roughly pulls you through the hallways.  You seem to eventually enter another part of the complex you're in which looks a lot more presentable and even high-tech and you recognize it as a KE detention facility....or jail for short.  The ork throws you in a cell and leaves.  Its already after lights-out so you can't make out clearly who's sleeping in the bottom bunk of the tiny little cell you can now call home.  You climb into the top bunk and before you know it you've passed out from tiredness and adrenaline fatigue. 

The next morning you're woken up by a blaring alarm and a bright light.  You climb down and your bunk mate gets up as well and you get your first good look at him.  He's a stocky caucasian-looking ork with quite shaggy brown hair and his bangs practically cover up his eyes.  He doesn't seem to even really notice you and he doesn't even utter much of a word until you've already washed up and are standing in line at the mess hall. 

"They call me Servo....just choose wisely where you sit."

With that he grabs his tray of food and moves off into the crowded hall which looks like a sea of bright orange scrubs.  You notice Servo sit down at one of the far tables where it seems only orks are sitting.  Once your lump of krill-mush is dropped onto your plate, you stand at the end of the serving line and debate what your next move should be.

[Kontact]

"Alright!  I found her!  Now all I need is a time machine so I can go back to before she died.  I heard that Renraku was working on one using pizza/bagel dynamics.  Ancient legend tells us that when you put pizza on a bagel, you can have that pizza at any time,  Past, Present or Future!  So far, they have had little success duplicating this effect with sentient toppings, but I have faith in their capacity for madcap science.  I mean, remember all the wacky shit that came out of the ACHE?  Good times...  Anyway, I guess we'll have to go straight to the man himself.  I'll drop a message through an anonymous remailer that'll point him to a message board where we can leave a prepared statement, filled with poignant threats and menacing questions."

[Sludig]

Woofer looks around, and finds a out of the way place and sits down.  <Oh goody, they put me in general population, at least it hasn't spread I'm an ex-cop.>  *winces as he eats the lovely food*

((Looking to see if there is anyone here thathe put away.))

[inca1980]

6:45 am June 20th, 2072, Some Knight Errant Detention Facility

@Woofer:

It's difficult for you to find a any space where someone is not sitting already.  You notice that meta-types tend to sit together with the occasional dwarf peppering the different groups of humans, elves and orks.  There are only two troll inmates that you see and they have special troll guards on duty.  It's standard procedure to move trolls around with security comprised of other trolls.  Despite this they are sitting with a group of orks.

You find a table which seems to have inmates sitting at it that don't appear to be attached to any other group and you sit down.  After eating a few bites of the lovely food and wincing with each swallow, the man next to you turns toward you and you nearly jump out of your seat.  His head was hidden under a bright orange hoodie but when he turns to you his eyes are a bright golden color with black-catlike slits which narrow.  He is wearing a sort of muzzle around his jaw which is designed for a meta-human head.  His skin is olive-green and completely comprised of fine little reptilian scales and his tongue flicks out as he hisses at you as you pretty much lose all your appetite for your already un-palatable meal.  You've seen a few products of SURGE in the past decade, but this man takes the cake for freakshow 2072.

He notices you staring and with a completely expressionless face speaks,
"What?  Do you have some kind of problem?"

As his lips move you notice razor sharp teeth between the bars of the muzzle lining his gums.

[OOC: roll Etiquette...default if you don't have it.]


10:00 AM June 20th, Area 39.

Karina pings you all on your commlinks and asks how the planning is going. 

She lets you know that the VTOL suborbital jump ship is queued up to shoot back towards Seattle by tomorrow night because EVO needs it by then.  Longer than that and it could cost the team up to 20,000 nuyen to charter another jump.  Karina is using her own budget so she doesn't have all the freedom she might want in the use of EVO resources.

[Sludig]

*Woofer blinks and then shrugs* "Nope, you?" *turns back to his lovely meal*

((and my default roll: 3d6.hits(5)=0 ))

[inca1980]

7:00 am June 20th, 2072, Some Knight Errant Detention Facility


@Woofer:

[OOC: Reptilian changeling: Int 4 + Perception 2 = (6d6.hits(5)=3)]

The reptilian changeling doesn't seem to let up when you ignore him. 


"I'm still hungry, give me the rest of your meal newcomer."