[StarManta]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:30, Ork Underground, Downtown

"Been a while, chummer. How've you been?" Snowman greeted Dirk's fist bump. "I'm meeting someone in a bit, but yeah I suppose I could lend my services. What'd ya need?"

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:35, Office building near NeoNET Nexus

Talon's stakeout location was an abandoned office building, an old building once used by a small corporation that was killed by the Crash. Someone had long since gutted anything valuable from the place, and squatters now lived in the basement and first floor. The rest of the four-story building was usually completely empty.

It was located near the a front corner of the NeoNET Nexus. (Where it says "US Post Office" on the map) The security of the place, at least as far as could be discerned, looked to be pretty much as advertised. Two guards out front, concrete wall running all the way around. Talon settled in and watched.
Perception check, please. How long do you plan to stay in that location?

[Netzgeist]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:45, Wylie's Gala Inn, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Eliza Gebb, PAN = Passive (Meta Link), Hidden (Major); Broadcasting Ada Byron SIN rt.4

There was yet time, but sitting idle would not accomplish anything. And, after all, it was the Ork Underground that they would be visiting, so Eliza thought a change in her appearance was called for.

The black jumpsuit usually didn't appear out of place: a lot of couriers wore something similar; but with a synthetic leather jacket put on, it seemed even more casual. The jacket also hid the cable who sprung out of her datajack and into Major, tied to her back. Completing the hidden inventory, a holster carrying ECT, her trust taser.

The make-up was toned down a lot, and the AR one was completely dispensed. Into a small bag she put a flashlight, medkit,  her shock gloves and her hardware toolkit. The last action is to attach the biomonitor to her wrist, and order it's readings to be constantly fed into her periferic visual field.

Still three hours to spend. Still waiting to see if Danielle will call back. But ready for anything yet.

[Thermo]

Monday February 15, 2072; 18:35, Ork Underground, Downtown
Dirk Blackwater; PAN=Passive SIN: Shin Shoryuken Rt.4

Dirk and Snowman walked through the underground tunnels, past various street vendors set up in alcoves, selling everything from sizzling curry soy dogs and cheap synthahol-based scotch knockoffs to ammo and sketchy-looking holdout pistols. All legal, of course, at least according to the hand-made signs posted to the durapane glass shields protecting the proprietors. There were, of course, no RFID tags or cameras anywhere in the area. People down here valued (and protected) their privacy. The lighting was generally very good, if not a little harsh. The Skraacha had done a good job maintaining these systems, especially considering the state they were in after the Night of Rage. Snowman worked as a technician on many of these systems, and had done extensive work on maintaining the tunnels as well.

After a brief 20-minute walk, they arrived at the area near the military bar where several of the tunnels came together. There were abandoned tunnels running throughout the whole area, some containing abandoned utility lines, others collapsed by the military to protect their base, others simply clogged with a light blockage of debris that could be removed in short time should the need arise. The lighting here was dim, nowhere near the illumination of the main tunnel systems downtown.

"We're here. Snowman, I need you to take a look at the coordinates of a surface building and tell me anything you can about what's under it or nearby in the Underground. If there's an access point, it would be greatly helpful. We've been hired to do a security analysis by the building owner, you know, so they can improve their security measures." Blackjack winked at Snowman, who grinned back.

"I'll be tracking location points using my orientation system, just in case we can't tell exactly what's above us. I know how you just love poking your head up to the surface to get some sun, ha ha."

Blackjack sent the satellite map with the navigation overlay to Snowman's PAN. After a brief moment looking at his commlink's display screen, Snowman frowned and started walking into the dim light of the far tunnels, pointing a small flashlight into the darkness to aid his natural low-light vision. Blackjack kept one eye on his map with a little moving dot representing his current location. He'd head to the surface to cross-check coordinates once they found out if there was anything worth looking into.

Skill test for navigation:
Navigation (1) + Orientation System (+2) + Int (4) = 7 dice (7d6.hits(5)=5)

[StarManta]

Monday February 15, 2072; 19:00, Ork Underground, Tacoma

"Oh, I know where this is. Army bar, Tacoma, near that area... yeah, I'm almost certain that comes up just inside Stonewall. That bar's not the only place packed full of army slots - ton of 'em live in that neighborhood. The landlord there gives 'em some kinda deal on their rent I think."

Dirk checked his mapsoft. "Stonewall" was the name given to the neighborhood just west of the Nexus. The entrance must be a couple blocks further south than the original prediction. What a difference those blocks made - if this was an army neighborhood, that changed the game plan significantly. Better be sure not to cross the neighborhood watch.

[Deliverator]

Monday February 15, 2072; 19:00, Public Transportation, Downtown Seattle
Sharp; PAN=Passive SIN: Nicholas Spikings Rt.4

Perception Test (8d6.hits(5)=3)

Talon continues to observe and take notes. This drek sure is boring...

@Dancer So any useful intel? I got a nice cozy office building across the street if you want to keep me company. Watching the security, see if I can find any patterns through which I might be able to infiltrate. I bet you'd work as a great distraction. I doubt I'll be able to get much in the next few hours, but anything can happen.

[Kylen]

Monday, February 15, 2072, 18:31, Jackson's home, Everette, Seattle
Jackson; PAN=Passive SIN: Roan Linth Rt4

He nodded. "How ever you can help would be most apperciated, my dear boss. Just know that I'm on a tight time table for this job." he told him respectfully, bowing his head before saying farewell and closing the conversation, deciding to meditate before he had to leave, making sure he had his armored clothes and shock gloves ready to go as soon as he had to leave.

Jackson would easily make it on time, hoping his boss could come back with something of use.

[StarManta]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:00, Office building near NeoNET Nexus

Talon was having a rough time staving off the boredom. Stakeouts had to be done, but there was so much tedium. The two guards at the front had just swapped out for their replacements when he noticed something else: movement in a car a little ways down the street. Wait a second... how long had that car been there? He couldn't quite be sure... had it been there since he set up?

Memory test if you'd like.

[Deliverator]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:00, Public Transportation, Downtown Seattle
Sharp; PAN=Passive SIN: Nicholas Spikings Rt.4

Memory Test (5d6.hits(5)=0) ((I am evidently not even sure where I am right now ))

[Thermo]

Monday February 15, 2072; 19:00, Ork Underground, Downtown
Dirk Blackwater; PAN=Passive SIN: Shin Shoryuken Rt.4

Blackjack had thanked Snowman for his help and slotted him the additional 75 creds.

Hmmm, a residential Army neighborhood? That might be good, and it might be trouble. Gotta think of some way to use that to our advantage. If things get hot and we're making our way to the Underground access point without drawing too much local attention, any security forces will sure as heck think twice before chasing after us with guns blazing. Might buy us enough time to get to the tunnels.

Blackjack walked up to the stairway up to the surface, a set of metal stairs leading to double doors. Opening the doors, he walked out into the small lobby of a former municipal building, probably a pump station at some point in the distant past. He noted the walk-up counter with the shattered glass window, dark and obviously not in use any longer. According to the faded paper signs posted to the inside of the booth this was where people used to pay their utility bills, back when folks used paper money. There was still some worn out furniture in the lobby, a couple plastic molded chairs that were fortunate (unfortunate?) enough to be bolted to the floor. They were covered in what could only be described as.. filth. There was another door into the rest of the facility, but it was completely sealed shut and the handle was removed. The rest of the facility was likely still in use, probably just an equipment station manned by a dog-brain computer.

Walking out the duroplex doors (the glass was long since replaced) into the neighborhood, it was much as he'd expected. Lots of ferroconcrete apartments, built in neat straight rows. Hell, it even looked like it should house military families. The pump station was on the edge of a small park, complete with swings and a playground for the local kids.

This neighborhood shouldn't have a nice playground like this, it should have graffiti and trash everywhere and be full of vagrants. Most neighborhoods in this district have Knight Errand patrols constantly kicking BTL addicts and hookers out of the parks at night. This place is deserted.

Neighborhood watch, indeed.

Blackjack adjusted the settings on his orientation system and overlaid the satellite map onto his tracking map from the Ork Underground below. He now had confidence as to how all the geographical pieces fit together. He walked toward the NeoNET Nexus, checking his map for accuracy and taking notes of landmarks along the way. Once he had the Nexus building in sight, he took his 4 Dragonfly drones out of their protective case and had them circle the area, transmitting location data, landmarks, and optical images back to his PAN. He stepped back into the shadows and gave them several minutes to gather data. Dirk began walking back to the pump station, mapping out their escape route as he walked. He entered the Ork Underground once again, and walked the quarter mile or so to the gambling club that would hopefully act as their safehouse for the next two nights. The route was twisted and convoluted, just as he'd planned. It would be nearly impossible to follow them, assuming they followed the directions he provided.

Int(4) + Street Knowledge(2) + Spec: Ork Underground(+2) (8d6.hits(5)=3)

He walked quickly, as he wanted to get the safehouse set up prior to meeting with the rest of the team at Roasted Beans for their rendezvous.

[Thermo]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:00, Ork Underground, Downtown
Dirk Blackwater; PAN=Passive SIN: Shin Shoryuken Rt.4

Dirk walked through the arch-topped brick entryway into the gambling parlor known as the "Grey Room". It was named partially due to the decor inside, and partially due to the color of the walls. The place was set up as a long, narrow room extending back from the entrance, as though it was built inside a tunnel of sorts. It had a high ceiling dotted with metal ceiling fans. All the furniture was made of brushed metal, as were the card tables. There were a dozen round tables in the narrow room, each with approximately 8 chairs. There was enough room to pass by the tables and chairs on either side, forming two rough walkways. The cinderblock walls were painted in a thick coating of matte grey material, which was extremely sound absorbent, as well as light absorbent.

Along the walls, there were several doorways leading to side rooms. One of them was obviously a kitchen, as there was a waitress hustling drinks and snacks out to the various patrons. Another was the manager's office, which had a heavy metal door next to a window fitted with reinforced duraplex and window blinds. Blackjack knew that this room could be locked down in an instant should there be a need, and that there was a secondary escape route for the manager which would no doubt lead to a disused and well-disguised tunnel elsewhere in the Underground. There were several more rooms further down the hall, their doorways shrouded in darkness. More than one of them had an armed guard standing outside, for groups that wanted both privacy as well as security.

Dirk walked past the bouncer, who gave him a quick scan with a GloWand to check for magic. Finding none, he waved him in. They weren't interested in weapons here, just making sure that they kept an eye on mages who might try to cheat.

He walked into the manager's office, and spoke to Grinder, the owner's son. He was an ork in his early 20's, and was small for being an ork. He had shifty eyes that seemed to appraise everything around him, as though trying to determine how much collateral a customer might have even before it was needed. He knew Dirk on sight, features brightening noticeably. The place was much emptier than usual, indicating that business wasn't going very well.

"Hola chummer Grinder, how goes the biz? I'm looking to book one of your private rooms for the next 36 hours. Needs to have matrix access. There'll be 7 of us. I can guarantee we'll spend 100 nuyen each on food and drink, plus I'll throw in 300 for the table fee. 1000 nuyen total, 300 up front. You game?"

[Netzgeist]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:45, Roasted Beans Coffee Shop, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Eliza Gebb, PAN = Passive (Meta Link), Hidden (Major); Broadcasting Ada Byron SIN rt.4

Ealier than the meeting time, but drinking a cappucino at a coffeeshop would be better than waiting without a thing to do at home; also, most of her errands (info collection, contacts, etc) could be done there, it was not like she was coding something.

After browsing the cooffee menu, Ada orders throught her PAN a double expresso: she has the time to savour one. The table into which she seats does not seem to be able to hold seven commensals, but it would be strange to stay one entire hour alone at one that could; she planned to move to another one when the others arrive (which she instructed her commlink to detect when their PANs were in close proximity).

Danielle hadn't answered yet. That was a little bit disturbing. Had something happened to her? Unlikely, but not impossible at all; chances are that she was busy at work (and when Danielle was at work, it was never a good idea for the two of them to be communicating - a chance to be tracked? No, thanks!)

When her expresso arrives, there's not much more to do than to wait for an answer or for the others, so Eliza enjoy her time watching the other clients.

Eliza is wearing her Urban Explorer Jumpsuit, a leather jacket and glasses. Even though couriers would normally use the hair tied into a ponytail, she let it loose, as to hide the cable which runs from the datajack at the base of her skull and into the Major commlink, hidden by her jacket.
She carries a bag with a flashlight, her medkit, shock gloves, the datastick Leather Face gave her, some empty RFID tags and her hardware kit. Also in it three micro-drones rest inactive and a loaded taser spare clip can be found. A concealed holster carries her taser.

[lwcoyote]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:55, Roasted Beans Coffee Shop, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
SIN Status = Jenna McIntyre
PAN Status = Passive

After parking in a nearby underground lot, Jenna made her way into the Coffee Shop, pausing just inside for a moment to check out the crowd, see if there was anyone she recognized. A slight smile as she spots Ada sitting at one of the smaller tables. After ordering a drink via her PAN (extra-large hot chocolate with a sprinkle of real cinnamon), she approaches the table, lifting her left hand in greeting.

"Mind if I join you?" she inquires, one hand on the back of one of the vacant chairs, while at the same time lowering  her rucksack to the floor.

Navy blue synth-wool turtleneck, old-school style black denim jeans, calf-high leather boots (flats), greatcoat. Hair loose, with a synth-wool headband for ear warmth. Looking much less like a corp exec and much more like a typical city dweller.

OOC: Apologies, I've neen caught up with RL the past week... surprisingly busy for someone unemployed

[Netzgeist]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:55, Roasted Beans Coffee Shop, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Eliza Gebb("Ada"), PAN = Passive (Meta Link), Hidden (Major); Broadcasting Ada Byron SIN rt.4

"Not at all, Jenna." Ada smiles at Dancer. "Your company pleases me a lot. Please, have a seat."

Eliza takes her time observing Dancer. The difference is remarkable; this woman surely is versatile in her looks. A moment later, Ada remembers her own figure on the mirror, and wonders if someone who had watched they both as they ate some hour ago would recognize them now.

After a sip of coffee, the girl comments: "I believe we will have to wait for the others a little. We are quite ahead of the schedule." She rests her chin on her hands and smile at the other woman. She directs a message to Dancer's PAN: "Do you think this place is secure for we to talk?"

[lwcoyote]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:55, Roasted Beans Coffee Shop, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
SIN Status = Jenna McIntyre
PAN Status = Passive

A brief, playful wink as Leigh settles into the chair across from Ada and setting her drink down. "I'm glad to hear that, you do as well." she remarks, sinserely. "How are you holding up? I wasn't sure how long we'd be out tonight so I made a point of catching a few zees." Legh adds, seeming decently alert.

"Any good news?" the elf enquires, resting her head against one hand, elbow on the table. "I heard back from one aquaintence.. the news wasn't horrible, but it didn't help boost my confidence any."

In response to the private message, Leigh takes a quickly, brief glance around before responding in kind: "It doesn't seem particularly busy in here, but any serious discussion might want to wait."

[Netzgeist]

Monday February 15, 2072; 20:55, Roasted Beans Coffee Shop, Seattle Downtown, UCAS
Eliza Gebb("Ada"), PAN = Passive (Meta Link), Hidden (Major); Broadcasting Ada Byron SIN rt.4

"I agree. So we will need to just relax a little bit."

The otherwise happy face of Ada takes an almost serious tone just for a moment, as she answers "I can't say I got good news even... I was hoping to get some good info, but my particular angel does not seem to be able to call me back today."

Her girlish face enlightens with a smile once more. "It could be worse. I guess we will need to accept the situation as it is, anyway."