[Xzylvador]

Silk flew into the room a second after Hank, just in time to watch him miss the blow.
"Wow, wow! Hank, stop it man!", she shouted out. "We're supposed to get answers out of this guy, he might need his head still attached to give them."
She turned to the shaken Ork. "Sorry pal, but for your sake, I really hope you're going to cooperate. You got a dwarf  who apparently hates your luggage and a mage that's been begging to knock you out cold. Trust me, if I'm supposed to be the -nice- person, you really are in trouble."
She fished a cigarette out of her pockets and lit it. "You don't mind, do you?"  She asked while blowing out her first puff of smoke. "By the way, you misspelled your name, Lenard."

[farothel]

Kitten arrived behind Silk and simply closed the door.  She stayed close to it, to prevent anybody from entering, or making sure that who did enter would quickly regret having done so.  And if necessary she could stun the orc in the room easily from her spot near the door.  For now she just assumed a bodyguard stance and let Silk do the talking.

[Chrona]

The suitcase, miraculously, didn't buckle under Hank's punch, the Orc looked furious though.
He waved the cigarette question aside and grabbed the briefcases handle. "It's a Persona not a real name," he glared angrily, "What the frag do you slotters want, I'm workin' here!?"
The Ork wasn't foolish enough to stand and wasn't looking for a way out either.
His biker jacket hung lose, showing an O.R.C. shirt underneath.

[Xzylvador]

"Kat O' Nine Tails on a private island, the new Tantus Ork-line strap-on and a lifetime supply of lube.
But this isn't about what I want, it's about what you can give us and that's a couple of answers.", Silk pulled out her pistol, pointed it at the Ork and then waved it towards the doorway.
"Now, since Hank has made a bit of a mess in the bar, it's probably best we don't outstay our welcome here and find a nice and quiet place to have this little talk. So why don't we all quietly step outside and get in the car. It's either that or we try the quick way... but I forgot my gloves and apron in the trunk and I really don't want to get all messy today."


Intimidate 1, Cha 7, Pher 3, Kine 3, Outnumbered 2, Gun 2, Custom Look 2, Predjudiced -2, Annoying Result -1 (17d6.hits(5)=6)
Probably needs a lot more modifiers...

[Chrona]

"Charming list lady," he grunts, "Get the gun outa my face though."
He looks ready to stand, he isn't shaken but isn't about to make a false move against three of you. You can lead him out to the car.

[Chrona]

Noise was back on the street, after having had her ear talked off by a higher ranking Vory, a "debt settler".
Collector sounded too predatory apparently.

We know who you're after, don't care why or who for. He owes us big time, you get us that cred.

[Xzylvador]

Silk made sure the Ork was safely put in the car and entered with him. She holstered her pistol, instead she put her taser in her lap, aimed straight at him. @Team: "Get his comm and make sure he doesn't have anything else that can pose a threat. Space or Romy, can you make sure the guy's comm is off and that he doesn't have any implanted or something?"

[Larzarus]

"Consider it done."

[Kontact]

Seeing the others get into the car, Jo scurried back around front of the bar and over to Hank's rover.  She kept her distance from the machine, well aware of its security system, and huddled into position nearby where she could see the door to the bar.  If the guy had friends and got a panic message out, they would likely start looking for him from the bar.  She really hoped he'd managed to get out the call.  Orks always seemed to have a lot of friends - a lot of friends with very little cyber between them.  She would fall on them like the shadow of a storm cloud.

[Xzylvador]

Silk looked at the Ork and smiled. "Thank you for being so cooperating. Now, just to be clear on something, would you care explaining us exactly what business it is you do, hidden in the backroom of some sleazy cesspool like that?"

[GrimWulf]

Noise stands her ground against the Vory Debt Settler. Her unlit cigarette hanging from her lips.

"So you give info on him. We find you find. Maybe I get you cred. Then all is happy yes?"

She reached for her cigarette, intending to light it, but pauses, considering recent info requests from the others.

"You know of Bog? Get me in?"

[Chrona]

Perception from silk and Hank, -2 for rain, you are not actively looking.

"You havn't even worked that out? Slotting hell.. I trade info. There, nice and simple. Most people point cred in my face, not a gun."
Space can tell Lendar has an active comm in his head, if asked too he will shut it off. He keeps hold of his briefcase as he gets in the car.
"So what d'ya crazy slotters want to know this fine Seattle afternoon that's so important as to waste me time and money."

"The Bog? Why the fragging hell do you care about the Yaks scheme?.." He shuffles some AR screens and then looks back up, "Guarantee you'll get the cred and i'll get you in, how big iss your crew?"

Unfortunately I'll have no internet for the next 10 or so days, I'll update if I get on-line

[GrimWulf]

"How much he owe? Sounds like bigger favour for me to find then for you to get me to Bog..."

[farothel]

Kitten followed the group back out to the car, looking around for trouble.  Normally there shouldn't be any, as other team members were looking out, but you don't stay alive long by taking chances.

[Chrona]

As if confirming LJs earlier statement, "He's in for 200k with us. He's late, you know we hate that... also how we hate backtalk. You're useful Noise but please don't forget your loyalties. The bog is the Yakuza's baby project, they aren't happy letting the other syndicates in on it. It's certainly the bigger favour. So like I said, how big is your crew? Get us the cred or him, alive." He closes his briefcase and gestures to the door, "I'll call you when I can get you in."

Back outside the bar, Silk notices a small drone loitering around the car while they talk to Lendar, whether it's relevant is hard to determine.
Whatever is said on either side of the city assume this is when Noise catches up with the group

Everything seems clear through Romy's scope and LJ, hiding nearby, has yet to see anything needing ki- suppressing.