[Chrona]

"Dear ghost, what happy pills are you on..."

Thankfully, you've arrived, the Hole in the Wall is a small, dirty building with a door marked "op-n" by an old neon light. The interior is visible through the windows, it's your average low brow cesspool.

[farothel]

Kitten had changed in Habu before coming here.  She assumed a high-level bodyguard outfit wouldn't be appropriate, so she changed into her combat fatigues.  They were also more comfortable or at least that was her idea.  She wore her Ares Predator openly on her right thigh, but she was sure there were more heavy armed people in this place.  She also mumbled a bit before going in, to make her a bit faster.  On the astral, the ankh she was wearing started glowing.
"All who love me can follow me," she said as she entered the bar.

force 3 increased reflexes (in sustaining focus):
magic 5 + spellcasting 5 =10 (10d6.hits(5)=5)
+2 IP, +2 reflexes
drain: 3
willpower 4 + intuition 5 =9 (9d6.hits(5)=3)
no drain

[Larzarus]

Space sent the blackmail data over to the others: "In case you our friend need some motivation to talk."

[Xzylvador]

Silk messed a bit with her clothes during her chat, pulling up her skirt a bit and increasing the amount of cleavage it showed. The colors of her clothes changed from black as night to such a screaming combination of purple, orange, turquoise and lime green that it could eyes bleed and changed her hair into a swirly mess of constantly changing colors and patterns.

She decided to keep her gun hidden inside its concealed holster, figuring that the obvious display of the taser on her belt would be enough of a warning. Shooting someone in the face for grabbing a girls ass wasn't really something you did, so a gun was never much of a threat. The threshold for zapping someone with a taser however, was a lot lower and would only cause embrarassment for the victim and laughter from bystanders instead of alarm or aggression.
Her commlink in hidden mode, she followed Kitten.

[Kouryuu]

Andromeda took a longer look around the place where they were, to see if they could even feel safe here, and if so her concentration would be spent on finding a good spot fron where to see the street trough the scope of her rifle, as well as to be able to attack anyone who leaves the Bar in a hurry.

Andromeda perception roll, 12d6.hits(5)=4
if you need something else for the ambush position just say so.

[Artighur]

Hank cracked his fingers then rearrenged his beard and hair a bit. He sticked to Kitten's back, ready to jump his anyone would make an hostile move.

[farothel]

As she entered the bar, she looked around, her goggles on to see through the low lighting and the haze of the smoke.  She had also put on her respirator, otherwise she wouldn't last long in a bar like that with her respiratory issues.
"Anybody see our target yet," she subvocalised to the rest of the team as she moved on, searching for a secluded spot they could use to wait if he wasn't here yet.

[Larzarus]

Space stays behind in the car but starts to make some scans around the area. Commlinks in the bar, combaring them to the visual feed from the others, it should be no problem to link each link location to someone in the bar, cameras, building node, etc.

[Kontact]

Jo turned on her chameleon suit and moved around side of the bar to help cover any emergency exits.  She had, in the mean time, tucked her knives away inside the pockets of her suit, ready to be drawn as needed.  Looking up at the cloud-dark mid-day sky, she smiled deeply and thought about how sloppy this was going to be.  The light Seattle rain, which never seemed to stop, splatted and bounced off the stretched polymer fabric of her suit's hood.  Head back, she opened her mouth wide to the lapping moisture and dreamed of drowning.

[farothel]

Kitten moved towards a corner booth, while looking around for their target.


perception test:
intuition 5 + perception 2 + visual 2 + vision enhancers 2 =11 (11d6.hits(5) =2)

[Chrona]

Romy craned her neck round but all buildings nearby were pretty small, three floors at most. The best bet she decided was to get on one of these building fire escapes, it'd be easier to get down again for a getaway and the alleyways darkness would hide her, for now.

Inside the bar was a sea of unfamiliar faces of various metatypes, some raucous with laughter, some chatting amiably, a few eye you suspiciously. One walks over to Kitten but doesn't bar her path, it's an average man but with clean combed back hair, he's in actioneer business clothes, a stark juxtaposition to the clientèle. "Glad you brought your drink holder", he grins and continues towards the bar.

It's unapparent who Lendar could be in this crowd.

[Xzylvador]

All right, let's see how this works out then.

Silk walked over to the bar, pointedly ignoring the looks thrown her way. Whatever alter ego she had in her head was visibly angry and walked towards the counter with purpose. She signaled the bartender.
"You probably know most of your clientele, right? I'll give you 500 to tell me which of these --holes is using Lendar223 on the matrix? That --ing --ick sold some trids of me and some friends that were meant to be private and I swear I'll break his --ing balls!"

[farothel]

That's also a way, Kitten though, while she kept her eyes and ears open to make sure she knew if someone showed a bit too much interest in the conversation.  Or if someone wanted to leave right now.

[Artighur]

Hank was furious. He was not one to take insult too seriously ... actually yes he was. His pride was speaking and there was no way he could let that go in front of so many other.

- If you don't want to need one for the rest of your days, you should take that back and maybe I'll think about keeping these little girly hands of yours in their sockets.

Hank was ready, at the sligthest move from the man, he'd be all over him.

Magic 6 + Increase Agility 2 = 8 (8d6.hits(5)=2)

Hank is now sitting at Agi 5

[Chrona]

"Her meat, not you angry man. We're Meta-friendly here, you misunderstood."

The man waved his hand as if brushing the problem aside and put his other hand on his hip.
The bar tender on the other hand looked furious, he downloaded his cred and pointed to the backroom door. "In 'ere, an' you tell 'im from me that like I said afore, he can do wha'ever business 'e wants so long as it ain't traced back 'ere. Frag... Any trouble an you take it out back."