[Thermo]

@Eugene:

You assense the area around the dead body. Even though his spirit has left and his body appears dim in astral space, there is an imprint of great chaos surrounding the place where he died. You can tell this this was a tormented individual, one who was constantly holding back his rage but sometimes not succeeding.

The two of you carry Iceblade's body to the front of the hangar, where you see a can of gasoline next to a broken down minibus. You drag him into the field nearby, wondering if you're about to step on a land mine, and torch his body. Nobody gives you a second look.

This place truly is brutal.

[Thermo]

@All:

Outside the airport, Jane leads you to a wooden booth, surrounded by heavily armed men in light armor. She says something to one of the guards, who steps aside. You follow your employer past the wall of flesh into the booth. Inside, a wrinkled ebony-skinned man with a cap of tightly curled grey hair sits at a makeshift desk. A large sign hangs behind him, with lettering in twelve different languages. In AR, a similar sign pops up, with “Hawala” spelled out in a dozen tongues.

“E káàrò,” the man says to Jane, nodding to all of you.

“E káàrò,” Jane replies, using a Yoruba linguasoft, then hands him a small slip of paper. As he reads it, Jane turns to you.

“Your per diem—five days at 250 nuyen per day—has been deposited in the hawala system here. You can withdraw all or some of it now. You’ll want to carry some, ah,”—she pauses, searching for the right word—“ah, currency, with you. Out in the city, most people won’t take electronic cred.”

The hawala nods. “I see you each have a deposit of 1,250 nuyen on account. That is equal to, hm ... 25,000 naira. I can give you all of this, or if you wish to leave some on deposit, any other hawala in the city can release your funds to you. I’ll give you a marker to show them, which will include your remaining account balance.”

The hawala looks at Jerry, and says "I have a special marker for you. Your associate in "See-A-Tell" must be extremely wealthy indeed. Be warned, you will be advised to spend this all in one place, as most merchants have loose tongues and will barter your information to the highest bidder. You may find people looking to take this from you."

[OOC: Jerry, this marker is for the 4 BP you reserved at character creation. You can spend it on a vehicle, an experimental weapon, a backpack full of drugs, whatever your twisted little heart desires!]

You think to yourself, "I love this city"

[farothel]

Hyena had just grabbed Iceblade's swords and his knife.  The rest would be cleaned up quite quickly by other scavengers as it was normal in Lagos.  She was used to it.  When she saw the two advance members grab the body, she shrugged.  Nobody would look at them, that was sure.

Following the rest they arrived at the hawala.
"I would like 5000 naria," Hyena said in Yoruba, her native language.  That would allow her to get by until she could visit Kayin, her own hawala.  As soon as she had her money, she walked outside and tried to contact the Daughters of Yemaja, using the same number she had used on the plane.  She needed them to sell Iceblade's sword.

[Eleven]

"I'd like 5,000 Naira in cash, no paper money please, and the remainder in tokens."

Doc swaps in a fresh clip for his AR, then refills the partially empty one.  After accepting the money he introduces himself formally to Hyena and Jerry. 

[Sentinemodo]

@All:

Suddenly, you hear the roar of a badly-tuned engine at the far north end of the hangar. The crowd leaps out of the way, and Doc T and Eugene are forced to deal with a swarm of pedestrians that are suddenly surrounding them, jostling to get clear. A rusty off-road vehicle lurches into the hangar through the doorway. It's covered in a mixture of rust, dirt, and soot, and has Igbo hanging all over it. A quick glance reveals 5 Igbo, including the gunner in the back manning the massive heavy machinegun. He pivots the weapon as far up as he can and begins to spray gunfire over the heads of the crowd, shooting bullets into the ceiling and far wall. The sound is deafening, and the crowd quickly hits the floor. The Igbo in the front passenger seat steps out and assesses the situation. He's much more heavily armored than the other Igbo and it is immediately apparent that his rank is at least a chief, maybe higher. He raises his hand and whistles, followed by a series of guttural clicks and grunts. The remaining Igbo immediately begin to retreat. The wounded are helped to the north end of the hangar, and the dead are left where they lay. The chief makes eye contact with Jerry, showing that while the group certainly gained the respect of the Igbo, they also gained notoriety.

AR googles don't give away too much in terms of eye contact, so Jerry holstered his gun as a sign of aknowledgment.

The group disappears into the street outside the hangar, and the crowd quickly disperses. Jerry manages to crash the last commlink before the tourist is able to shut it down, ensuring that the footage is gone forever.

You see Jane towards the south end of the hangar, and she waves you over.

"Let's try to keep things on track in the future, all right? No more getting into drek unless absolutely necessary."

I'll hold this words on you. and he turns to the two guys emerging from the north grabbing the sharkman's body. And where the fuck you two have been?! Sightseeing or what?! Before they take him out he spills mage still usable
gear on the heap, wrap it in the coat and carry out for further inspection later.

Hyena had just grabbed Iceblade's swords and his knife. 

I see you Hyena.

[Sentinemodo]

The hawala looks at Jerry, and says "I have a special marker for you. Your associate in "See-A-Tell" must be extremely wealthy indeed. Be warned, you will be advised to spend this all in one place, as most merchants have loose tongues and will barter your information to the highest bidder. You may find people looking to take this from you."

Not extremely wealthy anymore. He was deep shit in debt, that I've decided to collect. Cash out everything, shopping time.

[farothel]

Not extremely wealthy anymore. He was deep shit in debt, that I've decided to collect. Cash out everything, shopping time.

"Just give him a couple of vouchers," Hyena said to the banker, turning around just before walking outside.
"Vouchers are more easily transported than a sack full of coins and are accepted as easily as regular currency," she told Jerry, "more easily concealed as well."

[eighth circuit]

Eugene introduces himself to the others. He looks at the angry dwarf and smiles. If we had known you intended to swat flies with dynamite, we would have at least showed up to see the fireworks! I think next time a more subtle approach might be advised. Lots of people asking for your money in Lagos, and you can't kill them all.

Eugene dismisses the astral hippopotamus that has been following him around, and follows the others into the Hawala booth. 5000 Naira in cash, please. He takes the coins, looks about nervously, and spills them into an odd-looking pouch that he keeps under his jacket. He places his remaining tokens in another such pouch.

Afterwards, he turns to Hyena. You seem to know your way around here. I'm familiar with the area, but not very much with the details. Tell me, is there a place where awakened types congregate? I'm looking to track down someone in particular. In Yoruba, he adds, I did live in Lagos long ago, and I speak some Yoruba if you want to talk trash about the others.

[Sentinemodo]

Right. Jerry claimed whatever came for money in this part of the world trusting that they are actually worth something.
Anyone of you know a good garage place? I am lookinf for a used cars and drones park, preferably with some kind of workshop available.

OOC:
guys, any of you with local area knowledge. could you direct me?

[Eleven]

"That's right Eugene - let's hope subtlety is the plan going forward"  Said Doc.  Turning to address the Dwarf with the mouth, Doc continued "from my perspective omae I saved your bacon, and a little thanks might be appreciated, had we been a moment later, or I been a hair slower, you'd be on the ground like your impetuous friend."

You've identified a few places that have vehicles for sale. Most of them are pieces of crap, but there are some that appear to be left over from some sort of corp-funded expedition, probably a weapons expo or something similar. They're far too expensive for anyone to accept anything except Hawala tokens. Since so far people have commlinks, and even fewer have bank accounts, you're stuck with either that or certified credsticks (and even those require a commlink to verify!) Jane told you that she had made arrangements for Hawala tokens, and that she was bringing a tech-heavy rigger, so you figured you would note the locations on your commlinks and talk about it in person with the rest of the team.

[/spoiler]

"Yeah we know where to get a car, and even checked out a few." While saying that Doc transferred the relevant files from his comlink to Jerry's system.  "I think it would be a good idea to get wheels as soon as possible here are a few places... if you want I'll accompany you."

In Yoruba Doc T then properly greets Hyena, and is very pleased to see that she's armed for bear with the Alpha. 

[Sentinemodo]

Don't even get me started on appreciation of your advanced recon performance, with all the upfront threats identification and preemptive takeout of the hostiles. We lost a man dammit. High nosed fucker, but still a loss we wouldn't have had you done your job properly and be here earlier. So shut the fuck up or I'll shove you my thanks up your cybered ass ... even though that shooting of yours was kinda awesome. He admitted grudgingly.

With that left Jerry grabbed what went for money in this part of the world and headed for the garage spot that Doc had marked on the map. Let's go. I'll find a ride for all our stuff and staff, but I won't carry it yet.

The garage place was looking more like car dump that was hit by a bombing straffing runs repeatedly. But Jerry knew better, it was the exact place he hoped to find. Among the rusted carcasses of trucks, tanks and something that looked like the remains of a submarine a real drone and traveling gems were hidden.

He went past the first few lines and heaps closing to the workshop.  A one-eyed black orc was standing there with a toolbelt that holstered both screwdrivers and hammers as pistols and grenades.

Jerry spilled his cash on the table. I need a car. The orc nodded and smiled obscenely his rotten tusks.
Grabbing the money back to the pouch the two went out and wandered for a good half an hour haggling in the broken mixture of several languages. After a while the sound of motor closed to the workshop as a car has drove in spilling rocks.

This is fucking amazing. Miguel I love you. Did you guys ever seen such beauty?

Quite honestly if you aren't into technical, mechanical, engineering and rigging details what you see is a reddish (hopefully not rusted) pickup truck on the high offroad tires. The only thing you notice that is out of order is that dwarf is riding it from the back with a remote control and is laughing like mad. I took all I got so don't count on me in the bar.

I need to work on it for short while. I still need to install drone rack and a winch.
Miguel I hope you don't mind me using your workbench I had to dismantle some of my drones to get them past the fucking airport guards, and your raping me with those prices so be a man and throw in some labor space.

A drone walked off the pickup. Quite literally and in a doggish behavior followed the dwarf as he jumped off the truck.

[Thermo]

As you check out the vehicle, you make some quick observations. It's a Conestoga Dust Devil modified for offroad use. It's got oversize tires and a heavy-duty suspension. The bed is a flatbed with benches on either side and metal sides that come up to the top of the cab. The top of the bed is open. There are gun ports built into the side walls of the bed which allow for passengers to fire out while still retaining the protection of the light armor plates bolted into the walls. There's a small drone rack built into the back of the bed. The winch on the front of the truck looks rusty but is a heavy duty model that should serve you just fine.

The truck is painted a dirty reddish brown color, except for the hood, which is faded black with a while skull and crossbones.

Doc immediately recognizes the logo as being that of the Dirt Rangers, a mercenary group that was wiped out by Saeder-Krupp commando units during a clandestine operation gone wrong in a nearby lawless area.

You notice that the door handle on the passenger size has some brown and red residue gunked onto it in a fashion that can only be described as "baked on". The black ork sees you looking and grins his disgusting grin.

"The only way to keep stuff from getting stolen around here is to protect it."

He sends the truck a quick AR command and the air around it quickly ionizes, leaving the hair on your arms standing on end.

"And the Doberman drone comes with it. I'll be taking that Hawala chip from you now, chummer. The bench is over there. You've got as long as you want on it, but I'd strongly suggest wrapping up before sundown."

It's about 2:00, so you've got around 6 hours of light remaining. After that, the ghouls come out.

[Thermo]

@Hyena:

You manage to get in a call to the double-blind call forwarding system that you've used to contact the Daughters in the past and leave a video message for your contact, Hrickik. You ask about where you can meet in order to have a face-to-face meeting and indicate that you want to discuss going through Initiation. You also mention that you're looking for a particular talismonger for a friend.

[OOC: to refresh anyone's memory: http://forums.shadowrun4.com/index.php?topic=5723.msg102146#msg102146]

You get a message back within a few minutes. It's Hrickik, and she's looking much the same as the last time you saw her. She indicates that there's a market nearby that specializes in the type of talismongering that Eugene is looking for and that it would be a good place to start the search. She indicates that there's a trinket shop on the far end of the market that Hyena should come to alone. She rattles off a series of directions, which you overlay onto your AR display. Her final directions are that she will be there in one hour and that you shouldn't be late.

@Hyena & Eugene

You begin the walk through the crowded streets, bidding farewell to Jane. She says that she will meet the team at the hotel later that night, and that while she's concerned that the team split up she's even more concerned with making sure they all make it to the hotel before dark. The hotel closes its massive gates when the sun goes down and the perimeter is patrolled.

You get to the market without incident, pushing past throngs of filthy beggars, heavily armed corp guards, merchants selling tonics and kebabs, and stepping in the occasional pile of camel dung. The talismonger market opens up before you, approximately 15 booths on either side of a wide boulevard. There are fewer people in this part of the market, and those that are here look furtively around as though everyone has something to hide, something to protect, or something to steal. This is a den of thieves.

Hyena, you've got about 20 minutes to spare before the scheduled meet.

[Thermo]

@Jerry:

As you are working in the workshop, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"I heard you were in town. Hey Jerry."

You spin around, pistol aimed at the face of whoever is addressing you. You immediately grin and lower it to the man's genitals. He smiles in return, lowering his submachine gun in a similar fashion. An old joke between friends. Arms dealer friends. It's Crazy Dave, your contact within a shadowy organization called the Blue Octopus that you've had positive dealings with in the past. How the hell he found you is anyone's guess. It's kind of his job, though, so you aren't surprised.

"I've got a deal for you. I need you to cause some problems for someone. Destructive problems. You interested? This is your payment, by the way."

He opens up a case on the workbench and you see a foam insert with four dragonfly drones neatly inserted within. You notice the red and while striped cylindrical portions at their tail and you whistle appreciatively. These are the S-K models that can take out a vehicle by incorporating a C-12 charge into their fuselage so they act as a high-explosive grenade. As Crazy Dave closes the box, you notice the text on the top:

"Property of Saeder-Krupp"

Holy shit. This is my payment?!

Crazy Dave puts a much larger weapons case with a similar logo on the ground.

"Your job is to open this case, cause as much mayhem as you can with it, and get it into the possession of the the Shrapnel Dawgs. Do not open the case until midnight tonight, and get it into their possession within 24 hours."

You in?

[Sentinemodo]

Shrapnel Dawgs?

You know this is not my turf Dave. I'd need his help. Jerry pointed at Doc standing against the wall. and he has his price as well. Convince him, and you get us both.