[cabo_setek]

Finley smiled when the elves laughed.  "Real deal, huh?  What do you have in mind?"

[Lysanderz]

"Simple, get your little team together and let's go for a ride. Don't worry about your own rides, we can provide them. But we are very eager to see what Halfwit sent us this time. So if you're ready my associates here will escort you to our bikes and cars outside. I assume you didn't come alone, but if your whole team isn't here we can wait for them and share a drink until they get here."

There it was again, one of those jackass smirks that can only come from someone who knows they have all the cards in the game and are in full control of the situation. Those around him cackled, clinking glasses and bottles as their appointed spokesman speaks to this newcomer.

"By the way, the name is Wulfren and if you choose to get... noncompliant, I must warn you that there will most definitely be problems. But follow the rules and there might just be a business arrangement we can make."

[cabo_setek]

This is clearly a trap, Finley thought.  But what could he do?  It was either do it or not get the job. "All right, give me a couple seconds to inform my team."  He activated his commlink, using the short range comms to contact Card and Sinkhole. "Okay guys, come on in.  It seems we're going for a ride." 

Finley looked back towards Wulfren. "They'll be here shortly.  In the meantime, can I get anyone another drink?"

[Chrona]

"Ah, that's good news!" Sinkhole smiled toothily and walked towrds the bouncers, "Hi! I'm meeting someone inside."

[Kylen]

The adept stood and wound his way through the crowd towards his companions, stopping next to Finley.

[cabo_setek]

Seeing Sinkhole and Card join him and Pyro, Finley made his introduction.  "Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the team.  The elf next to me is Pyro.  The human is Card.  And this rather large gentleman bringing up the rear is Sinkhole."

[Chrona]

"It's a pleasure." Looking down on the group of elves he rocked on the balls of his feet to the clubs music.

[Lysanderz]

Nothing really changes as the elves leave their seats, keeping that same grin that said they knew more about what was going to happen then their newly hired 'Team'. Wulfren is the last to stand pointing towards the doors with his bottle before his smile breaks into words.

"Come on then, let's see this team of yours in action. I'm can't wait to either be surprised or watch you crash and burn. A car should be pulling up any minute to transport us to our destination. I assume I don't have to tell you its in your best interest to simply get in and don't complain."

The elves move like a pack, careful to keep the team in the middle as they herd themselves out of the club and into the streets where a forest green windowless van waits out front of the club for Wulfren and the others. Immediately many of the elves move towards their bikes, some stumbling enough to make you wonder whether or not they are sober enough to ride, but some still cling to the edges of the makeshift pack to ensure your compliance before finding their own mode of transportation. The driver looks over each of you after rolling down the passenger window. Despite his pointed ears, he looked more the goblin than an elf and his teeth looked like they had been sharpened by hand with some sort of crude tool.

"Hop in, let's go for a ride." he shrieked with a smirk.

[Chrona]

Sinkhole complies and squeezes into the vehicle

[cabo_setek]

Finley gets in, taking a seat beside Sinkhole.

[Kylen]

Card gives the leader a bit of a nasty grin back as he gets in. 'If it cames to a real race, let me handle it. I doubt they can match my skill.' he told the team over comns, settling into his seat.

[Lysanderz]

The ride is surprisingly smooth despite the manic pilot, swerving through city streets at breakneck speeds without the slightest hint that he might lose control of the van. The roar of motorcycles are never far behind, or far from the sides or windows of the van for that matter, and seem to almost surround it like a school of fish. Or a pack of wolves. Wulfren is still smiling, rubbing his hands together before he speaks quietly to the group.

"So we're headed to pick up a little package. We get the package where it is going and you're golden. We'll talk about what you want and how we can help each other. If that package doesn't make it, or I'm not there to vouch for you then you'll probably be killed. Or at least shot a few times. Any questions?"

[cabo_setek]

"Only the obvious 'What's the package?' "

[Chrona]

"So we know what to protect 'sides yourself." Sinkhole pats Wulfren on the shoulder.

[Lysanderz]

"We're transporting 'Nonyergoddamnbusiness' from one side of Seattle to the other. How does that sound? You get the box, you get me, you get the van and you get an escort of three. You get at least most of that list from Ft. Lewis to Downtown and you get a little payment and a lot of respect. Or you prove you ain't the real deal and end up dead. Did I mention if you show up without me you end up dead?"