[cabo_setek]

About an hour later, you and the team reconvene at Wyrmtongue's home.

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue's apartment is, in a word, a far cry from what most people would expect of a runner's lifestyle. The furniture is all 'troll-sized', and tends to include a wide assortment of high-backed chairs and couches. The dining room table is bare, and does not look well used. In the kitchen, there are seven white hares in a cage, and while there isn't anything in the way of food in the fridge (except a bit of feed for the rabbits), there is a healthy supply of things to drink. The walls are covered in art by prominent naga artists. By the (very expensive) trideo stereo system, there is a box containing ten optical chips.

Wyrmtongue is once again wearing his real face, having tired of pretending to be the elf woman for the time being. He is coiled in the center of the room, draping himself over a chair back to look at the others. "I admit, it isssn't much, but I do what I can."

[Cato]

Hawk glances around the apartment.

"It isn't exactly my style, but to each his own I suppose."

[vinnmun]

*he looks around, and reminds him of his place with the difference of it being more plain and no rabbit. He goes over to the hares, "Your pets?"

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue chuckled, and shook his head. "My meals. I prefer my food to be still alive when it goes down. When I'm wearing my disguise, I eat like normal people, but when I'm at home, I have a rabbit or two. The maid cleans the cages and takes the bones away at the end of the week. If you're hungry, I can have someone deliver, though."

[vinnmun]

Sugoi steps back a bit, and just goes over to a bare wall and awaits for the johnson to callback.

[cabo_setek]

A few hours later, Wyrmtongue receives a call from Mr. Johnson. "I assume you called because you have the package?"

[vinnmun]

Sugoi is in relief that Wyrmtongue is in contact with the person johnson, he has come across issues where the johnson never got back to him and had to drop a couple missions prior because of it.

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue (once more in his elven male form and clothed) nods. "Yes, we've got the package, and are ready to get paid."

[All4BigGuns]

Predator is leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. As Wyrmtongue speaks with the Johnson, she gives a bit of a nod.

[cabo_setek]

"Wonderful.  Provide me your address and I'll send a limousine for you and your associates.  It's the least I could do."

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue provides the address of a nearby bar for the limo to meet them at, at the same time sending the information to the rest of the team. He might not be familiar with all the protocols of the shadows, but showing someone who wasn't on the team his residence didn't seem like a bright move.

[All4BigGuns]

"All right, I'll meet you guys at that bar." With that, she turns and heads for the door to go to her vehicle.

[Mirikon]

Wyrmtongue nodded to the others, letting them empty out of his apartment, before locking the door behind them, so they could all get to the meet. It was time to get paid.

[cabo_setek]

Having assembled at the provided location, it's only ten minutes before the limousine inside.  As you and your team enter, you're surprised at the sheer swank of it.  Velvet lines the insides, while the seats are made of rich Corinthian Leather.  There's even a complementary bar, at least you assume it's complementary.  The drive itself isn't that long, and soon you arrive at Infinity, the original meeting place.

You're quickly guided once more to the Blue Room, where Mr. Johnson sits, smoking a cigar.  He smiles when you enter the room.  "Hello once more.  Do you have the disk?"