The roaring of the Yamaha Growler's fuel engine stopped abruptly and was replaced by the humming of its electrical counterpart as Rafa drove onto the parking lot. A few moments later he stepped off his bike and casually walked towards The Gray Line. He wore a jumpsuit from Ares' Victory line, a set of clothing fit for outdoors but which thanks to a strong marketing campaign was also worn by the young urban professionals who thought of a city park as wilderness but wore the hunting outfit regardless because it made them look tough and masculine, and a brand new pair of shoes.
A red blinking clock popped up into the center of his vision again, causing him to sigh while he sent the mental command to dismiss the alarm. He already knew he was late and didn't need a damned clock to remind him of how much he needed to get some money, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Show up, act cool, do the job, get paid.
He asked for Slade and followed the kid towards the table, though in truth he had spotted the location of the meet the moment he stepped onto the ferry. The ultrawideband radar in his pocket had picked up the concentration of weapons gathered there.
Rafa remembered some of his 'colleagues' gathered around the table though he doubted they recognized him, he was blessed with the kind of appearance that made people believe he wasn't really worth remembering. The best description the cops ever had gotten from a crime scene witness who'd spotted him was "He looked like an ork, I think he was wearing gloves.".
"Sorry I'm late.", Rafa said politely but without embarrassment as he took a seat at the table. "I miss anything good?"
Assensing will show he's healthy as a horse and has got 'ware in his eyes, ears, feet, something inside his head and his nervous system. Emotional state: neutral but slightly embarrassed.
UWB might show a flash pack and gloves. Not exactly sure it picks those up as weapons... one being a strobe light and the other clothing.
