[Kouryuu]

Crimson Parked her Bike 50m from the Shop. It was close enough to use her UWB on the building, but  not near enough to be connected to the 2 Cars that just arrived. She had taken her time just for the reason alone, but she had also enjoyed the soyacaf from the local 24h stuffershack.
Now that she had stopped she activated her Bike sensors n a manner not to show interested she looked around, while having a smoke, this was better then just to look around as this action looked only secondary to eliminate boredom while enjoying her cigarets. Even thou she was no fan of smoking, she still needed to keep up appearances and a way to mask her laes cigarets.


she took in her surroundings and looked for any signs of danger or life.

[Kontact]

Rat waited in the safety of Matoko's heavily armored delivery van and directed the team as to where to look and what to grab.  The place was still and calm, and the bodies were well into the rigor process.  The team was in and out with no problems.  Though the likelihood of surveillance was very high, it was no more risk than the first time.  In the end they came out of the shop with 4 armored duffel bags full of weapons and cyber.  It was enough haul to help Vanian establish a customer base where ever he eventually landed, enough to start again.

From there it was a short drive south to council island.  Rat smiled one last time as he walked up to the bridge guards laden with illegal and stolen goods, no concern left on his face.  He would disappear into this little piece of NAN land and then vanish into another city somewhere else.  He turned to face the runners, and tossed them a cred stick. "Pass on my gratitude to your people, but mostly thanks to you crew.  You kept me from getting croaked and helped me stay in the game.  If this blows over alright, I'd be happy to do business with you again.  Use this dead drop [link] if you need to ask me anything else."

[Mirikon]

Motoko's AR avatar nodded to Rat (since she was still in the van, in VR), and said, "Ame futte chi katamaru, Rat." It was a Japanese saying, literally translating as 'After rain, earth hardens'. The meaning was that after a storm, things stand on more solid ground than they did before.

The avatar looked to the others, and said, "Now, you had another job that needed doing, yes?"

[Cato]

Switch nods at the avatar:  "Yeah, and I've got bets waiting.  Let's go."

[Psikerlord]

Jink happily tucks the dead drop away in his memory somewhere and gives Vanian a friendly nod as he departs. "Best of luck, Mr Vanian, perhaps we will work together sometime, neh?"

Jumping back in the wagon, Jink gets a conference call going with everyone (unless people dont want to be in, or if he can keep some folks hidden or silent he will do that, if they wish), and prepares to dial up Clean Steve. Checking his message, he sees that it refers to his ork friend "Jack" - who Umberto assumes is Switchback (the only ork he knows who is mixed up in this).

<Let's see what Mr Steve has to say for himself then, neh?>

Placing the call, Jink waits to see if it picks up... a small involuntary shudder runs through his spine as the link rings, the image of Clean Steve's slaughter of the gangers popping into his mind momentarily. Dangerous, psycho fragger, he reminds himself coolly.

OOC: If not he leaves a message for Mr Steve to call him back. If he does pick up, he says something along the lines of "Mr Steve, it is Jink. Switchback is with me. You want we should meet, talk some biz, si? When is good for you?"

[Kontact]

<<Ah, Mr. Keppa!  Hello!  I was hoping to speak with you.  I trust you are well?  Did you perhaps find that item I mentioned earlier?  The one I asked you to keep an eye out for?>>

[Kouryuu]

" Well met. 
Might I inquirer what item you refer, I Would love to help you."
Crimson intended to do the talking for. the team, but would the senior members, or Clean Steve accept it?
" ohh, I forgot to intreduce myself,  how impolite from me. Crimson is the name, glad to make the aquentince."
She added before. Anyone else interrupted her.

[Kontact]

<<Hello Miss Crimson.  As I do not know you, I should give you fair warning.  Before you decide to act as arbitrator in this matter, you may want to consider what involving yourself might mean.  That is to say, if you wish to negotiate on behalf of someone else over their debt, then that leaves you equally responsible for their debt.  It is the way of these things.  If you feel comfortable with that, I would be happy to continue.  However, I would feel more comfortable talking about these matters in person - In public, of course.  There is a club downtown near the Regency hotel, Club Nosferatu.  I will have an open reservation for Messrs Keppa and Calhoun there.  You are all welcome to attend, even if you would rather sit out the discussion.>>  With that he disconnected.

[Cato]

Some guys just don't get over things...

Switch nodded as Steve disconnected. "Club Nosferatu?  Doesn't sound like my kind of place.  But I guess we've got a booth already eh Jinks?"

[UmaroVI]

Sounds fancy...

Sundance quietly sent his agent to take a quick look online for information about Club Nosferatu.

[Psikerlord]

"Hmmm, si, don't sound like a biker club to me, Switch. But maybe some nova chickas, eh?"

A cheesy smile lights up Umberto's goatee'd face as he considers the likely ladies loitering in (what he assumes) is a popular Seattle club.

"So, is there a dress code? I assume no guns, neh? Swagger Wagon should fit in ok, if it's downtown?"

Jink double checks the address on his 'link, trying to figure out if his wagon would be out of place parked near the club or Regency Hotel.

[Mirikon]

Motoko shook her head. "I'll stay in my van, while you people go and do the meet. If I'm going to a club, I prefer Dante's. I'll keep up overwatch from here, if I can borrow someone's eyes and ears during this meet."

[UmaroVI]

"I'll go in, in case things go ugly."

[Kontact]

Club Nosferatu lies a mere ten minutes from the fabulous Regency Esquire Hotel.  The hotel runs a complimentary shuttle bus to the club every hour on the hour: standing outside the club, you wonder why the bother.  This is one weird place, chummer.  some slag converted a failed Mister Crunchy franchise into a faked-up church, and actually did a halfway wiz job.  The facade is top-notch, right down to the moulded stonework and simulated stained-glass windows.  Still, you have to wonder about anyone who goes to a church to get blasted.  Particularly a gloomy, raving-neo-gothic church like this one.  Not much light shining through that fake stained glass.  Now you think about it, those windows have an awful lot of red.  Somebody obviously watched a few too many bad vampire flicks...

Around the entrance way, rings of humans, elves, and sometimes dwarves stand smoking and not really looking at anyone or anything in particular.  They are uniformly pale and dressed in black.  Most are smoking cigarettes.  The others are noticeably junked out of their heads on chips or otherwise.  No one seems to be talking.

[funkytim]

Ghost looks at the people going in to trying  in determine if he'll have a problem getting in dressed as is.  He then switches his perception to the astral plane to case the place. 

Assensing roll if needed:  7d6.hits(5)=2

"Hey Jink, you got anything in that medkit for this headache I got?"