[Mirikon]

1d6.hits(5)=0

[RelentlessImp]

Nice payscale. Two gees a day, and two-fifty per day, with five of those days up front. It's a pretty penny... but unless I miss my guess, most likely not spendable on-site. Didn't I hear something once about third-world countries still working on a barter system? Kinda hard to believe.

Lost says nothing, merely leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his legs and fixing his eyes on the Johnson and Iceblade, casting his gaze between the two of them slowly. Hottie over there knows how to talk. I wonder what else he knows how to do. Might as well let him take the lead. For the moment, anyway... my turn will be later. Pushing the brief, tantalizing glimpses of the forming daydreams away, the elf tries to focus his attention on business.

[farothel]

"You're indeed right that Lagos is no place for a single woman, except perhaps Victoria Island," Hyena added, "but maybe first some extra information.  There are a couple of places in Lagos I'm not entering, no matter how much you pay, unless the briefing goes 'after strafing runs are completed' and it continues to talk about complete armies."

[Sentinemodo]

Jerry sized up the woman again. Even sit, he knew she was tall, high heels to make her even more so. Exactly the kind of woman, that made him feel so miserable at times and he hates to feel that way. Jerry hated his dwarven appearance. Despised it passionately.

Every time a metahuman woman looked at him he saw that in their eyes. More an object then a person, a tool maybe in eyes of those in power and never a fucking person worthy of feelings. He was left to choose from the junk of metahumanity - other woman cut short and stocky. It was an insult to the injury that even they treated him like a rag. He only gained admin privileges when in proper circle, when the nuyen were rolling ...

This run... just another way to earn nuyen... show them who's the champ
I am in. And those medicines, get double amounts, it's hard to get a Dwarf diseased, but it's hard as fuck to vaccinate him.

@Lost: Jerry's aura is swirling, fiery red passion flares through him, even though he seems calm behind those AR goggles, that he didn't bother to take off regardless of their ill match to the suit. he is also more a hole in essence than whole. black and grey bits of cyberware are on him everywhere. His brain in particular seems heavily cybered, but his entire body seemed to be bolted with neural boosters and adrenalin stimulators

[Thermo]

@Lost:

Your assensing of Ms. Johnson reveals that she does not have an aura of magic and appears to have no essence loss due to cyberware or disease.

@Iceblade:

Ms. Johnson tells you, "The item in question is a magical artifact, which looks to be a mariner's sextant mounted on a carved staff. There will be competition for the item, as there is for any artifact"

"As for compensation, I am afraid that we are on a tight budget and cannot offer any additional funds beyond the initial offer. We will, however, cover the costs of immunizations if you do not have your own physician. We have already negotiated for him to provide medkits at a 10% discount with my referral." She flashes everyone an AR message with a physician's office location in the Renton area.

"Finally, there is a system in place to obtain gear and other expensive items in Lagos. It's similar to a barter token system, which requires a trusted contact on each side of the transaction. I will be the trusted contact on this end, and in this manner you can purchase gear or even have it waiting for you in Lagos."

[OOC: there is a pdf file that I'll be emailing to you once I have all my computer equipment up and running again, in the meantime PM me with your email addresses]

[farothel]

"I'll make you guys a list of medication to take to Lagos," Heyna said, "I don't need immunizations.  I've lived there for 18 years, so either you are immune to the stuff running around or you're dead.  Except for VITAS, but there's no vaccine for that anyways.  Back to the equipment, how much can we take with us?  I don't have a car or anything, besides you can't use the toys they call cars here in Lagos anyways, but there's some equipment I'd rather take with me.  A couple of those items might raise some eyebrows were I to take them through airport security.

Those anal-retentive idiots at airports didn't like people bringing in swords or assault rifles.  That was one of the few positive points about Lagos, nobody gives a shit about this stuff.

[RelentlessImp]

"This sounds almost legit," Lost says from his sitting position, speaking up finally and pushing up out of his chair, crossing his arms over his stomach and fixing the Johnson with a direct stare. "People don't come to people like us when it's a legitimate job; they go to private security companies, especially when it's a hunt for something some place dangerous. Even if this is an artifact of some kind, you don't hire a four person team to ward against competition unless you don't want anyone else to know about it."

Lost drops his arms to his side and shrugs. "And I really don't care what the object is, even if it's some ridiculously powerful focus that any spellslinger would covet. You're paying us to do a job, and I'm pretty easy to buy, but I stay bought once the contract's signed. It's bad karma, and what's more, bad business. I just want to go into this thing without any surprises, you dig, Miss J? So how about the full infodump on this thing so we know what to expect?"

[Mirikon]

Sextant? The only sextant he'd ever heard of was the Sextant of Worlds, which that dragon, Dunkelzhan, had left to the Azzies, providing they gave up blood magic. With a blink, he opened up a copy of the will he kept, mainly just for reference if he ever came across any of the things listed in it. Anyone who recovered items off the will would be very rich, very quickly. Of course he kept a copy after the will was first published. At one time, he'd considered looking for the dragon bones listed in the will, but he'd had other obligations at the time. They'd probably been found by now. Ah well...

He decided to try a gamble. "The Sextant of Worlds? Sounds like an interesting chase you've got laid out for us, and the pay's fair. I'm in." He filed the street doc's info away. He'd be heading over there directly after this meeting. One did not play around with getting one's immunizations in that part of the world. "Now, as our friend Lost so eloquently put it, let's have all the details, and we will begin making our preparations to accompany you."

[Thermo]

@Hyena: "I would advise against transporting unlicensed weapons or cyber; though African authorities tend to look the other way to the odd infraction, serious firepower will bring unwanted scrutiny and it's less of a hassle to pick up gear in Lagos. They're especially wary of outsiders bring weapons into the area; since you're a local you'll probably have less trouble, but don't bring anything larger than a rifle."

[OOC: since you're a local you can bring your Ares Alpha and I'll let the F rating slide, but don't push it until you get on-site - and keep the thing out of sight!]

@Lost & Iceblade: "Remember, the main goal is to find Samriel Lockwood. This is a picture of him."

She pushes a hard-copy picture of Samriel across the table for the runners to look at.

After you all agree to accept the mission, Ms. Johnson smiles.

“Wonderful. Since we’ll be traveling together, you can call me Jane,” the elven woman says. “Ms. Johnson is something I’d call my employer.”

“So, before we leave, there’s a few things you should probably know,” Jane says, then takes out a datachip and hands it over. “I’ve put together a list of inoculations that the World Health Organization recommends for travelers to West Africa. Some of these things aren’t in your normal medkit, so you may need to see a doctor before we leave. There’s some additional information about Lagos on the disk, if you’re not already familiar with the city.”

[OOC: datachip emailed to you]

“To get us to Africa, I’ve arranged for a private flight from here to Cairo, and then on to Accra—the capital of Asante, and the closest real airport to Lagos. That way we don’t have to deal with any airport security or other travel issues. But after that, I’m afraid we’ll be traveling with a bush pilot into Lagos. I’ve been told there will be limited room on the plane for us on the final leg, and we’re to pack light. A single carry-on-sized bag and a backpack or dufflebag each, or so I was told. I’d seriously recommend everyone here bring a medkit."

“Does anyone need any help arranging details before we go?”

[Mirikon]

Iceblade slipped the datachip into his commlink, and scanned the files quickly. He could see a few things he'd want to bring, before heading out, and they should fit into the allotted space without issue. Looking up to Jane, he smiled, and said, "Well, Jane, all I need to know is when and where we're going to meet. I've got a few things to pack if we're going to be heading on a long journey."

[RelentlessImp]

Might be the main goal, but it doesn't answer my question. Not to mention if other people know he has the artifact, and they know what it is, and we don't, we'll be walking into this with our hands down our pants and our asses over our heads. Oh well... it's been a while since we got to play, isn't it, boys? I'll let you sing when we get there. We'll let other people know in no uncertain terms that we don't take kindly to jackasses interfering.

Lost tucks the datachip into his pocket, slotting it into his commlink and adjusting the AR window to a smaller size, reading it out of the corner of his eye. Huh. I'll be damned. Sounds almost like home. I'm looking forward to the cuisine, and very much not to all the sun... or the background counts. My ring should offset most or all of it, but that combination and the sun... Deity be damned, I'm gonna feel like a kid struggling for control again.

With that, Lost's mind turns to what he should take on the trip. I doubt I'll be able to smuggle some formulas over the border; a shame, because this hunting thing might have enough downtime that I'll get bored enough for some reading. Then again, I could get some digital copies... or find some other way to alleviate my boredom. At this thought, his eyes track to Iceblade again, and a faint smirk touches his lips, banished in a moment.

"Alright, Miss J," Lost says, tilting his head to one side to pop his neck. "You've got my slinging from the moment you start paying, and it'll stay yours until you stop. I hope to expect the same sort of trustworthiness from you. I've only one remaining question - this street doc of yours, he sell med-grade sunblock? I'm gonna need it."

[farothel]

"I'll disassemble the rifle before I go on the plane," Hyena said, while going over the rest of her gear.  Her sword might be a bit of a problem, although she had a licence for that.  The main issue was that it wasn't possible to take it appart like the rifle.  but as she didn't have much in the way of clothes, or at least nothing she didn't mind leaving behind, she could pack some other stuff.
"I already have a medkit and some special stuff I managed to get my hands on, so that should be okay.  Now, as my collegue here said, it's just a question of time and place.  One thing, make sure you have some money left, you'll need it to bribe people as soon as you're on the airport."

[Sentinemodo]

That's all? Jerry stood up. Transfer the money, direct contact to you, that street doc and to them. Don't forget to attach meeting point and time. Seeing you then. I don't like talking here. WIth that he take his leave. Got enough socializing for one evening


if noone oppose or have anything important to say Jerry is leaving.
I am going to do some matrix search on the topics mentioned, and buy some water purifying tablets plus visit that street doc.
I am thinking about buying a full chemsuit, but I got to check if I can afford it.
I'd like to define our capabilities but we can talk about it on the plane.

[Thermo]

Jane catches Jerry's eye as he stands up, causing him to pause before turning his back on the table.

"We leave early tomorrow morning. Be at Sea-Tac airport at 06:00. I have arranged for Butch, your physician for the evening, to meet you this evening at his clinic in Redmond."

@Lost: "I'm sure he can accommodate you on the sunblock."

Jane sends each member of the team an encrypted AR message, wiring each of you 1250 nuyen as your up-front per diem money. She waits for everyone to leave, her body language making it clear that the meeting is over now that terms have been negotiated and initial payments made.

[OOC: now's the time to let me know if there's anything you want to do before the flight. Iceblade, you have no problem locating the water purification tablets and survival kit, and you stock up on 3 bottles of your favorite hand-distilled whiskey, a single-barrel vintage made using traditional techniques by Tir elves. Jerry, let me know exactly what you're doing for your data search.]

[Mirikon]

Iceblade nodded to Jane, and said, "Until the morning, then, Jane." He offered a wink, and then nodded to the others as he left the booth. He paused by the door only long enough to reclaim his sword, and get information about how to join the club, before leaving. His first stop after leaving was to swing by the street doc, and get his shots, before doing some shopping.

His errands done, he spent the night in. He only drank a little, didn't bring any of the girls over, and made sure to turn in early, since they'd be getting an early start in the morning.

At 04:00, the alarm woke him. He slipped out from the covers, and did his morning workout, before getting his gear together, and heading for the airport. He dressed for 'business' today, and while his all black look with the lined coat was a classic, the clothes were all designer labels.

At 05:50, he was standing at the rendezvous point at Sea-Tac, ready to go. He had a single bag, a military style duffle, which could carry his clothes and what little gear wouldn't fit in his pockets. The bag was slung across his shoulder in a style that suggested familiarity with that kind of packing.