[bangbangtequila]

Yuri takes the last, long drag of his smoke and puts it out in the bottle cut in half and left as an ashtray. "Tensions have been rising, the NAN will not be easy to pass. We have the means, I have contacts, this can be done, but you will know of course that this is not cheap. " He draws out another smoke, the pack revealing itself to be Russian. "I will do it for five, with two up front to cover greasing the right palms and ensuring no trouble. You could go elsewhere, but then you will put money up front and never see a return. A man in my business cannot have that kind of reputation, and you will know what you pay for."

[SeriousOne338]

“I am willing to see your point but 5,000¥ is out of the question for this, I could go to 4,500¥ per person but that is my finial offer. I could forward you 2,000¥ per person to start with but then I expect results within the end of the week” that would give you 4 days “if you fail to meet this deadline I will only pay another 1,000¥” the figure on the monitor reaches into it’s coat and pulls out a cigar. Cutting off one end, and lighting the other this Johnson takes a pull of his cigar.
”Well do we Have a deal?”

[Sichr]

Silent hum of the traffic on the street got broken by vehicle parking really close to the entrance. A few strange sounds follow, and when the doors open, you can see doberaman drone leading the way for a man in the wheeled chair. Dwarf, Oil stained brown urban jumpsuit decorated by gang insignias, both his legs relaxed on the Transys steed, he looks around the tavern, and as he notices Yuri, he pings him with the PAN message:
Sorry for being late, pigs are crazy this days. Chulos sent me, in case you need some ground backup.

Loudly, he adresses the barman:
Old man, una tequilla por favor. And the bowl of battery acid for my dog here...

With the shotglass in his hand, sitting next to bar, he waits if Yuri responses, not interferring into the meeting unless invited.

[bangbangtequila]

*Commlink to Sichr*
Jump in. She pays per head, and we are still reeling from the Aztech raid.

[Sichr]

ok

Transys engines silently wokes up and move wheeled chair to the gathering place, where Yuri just began his negotiations. Not that it was no concern for Ramirez, well he was supposed to be here as a support for a gang business partner and so it was not his main interrest in this job. On the other side, if he handles this good, points for him as the gang can see him more usefull, even thought crippled after that...accident.

He adresses the same person Yuri does with his apollogy:
Sorry for my delay, Señora. I had to find wheelchair acessible entrance...

[All4BigGuns]

After her own negotiation attempt seemed to fail so horribly, Sidhe--figuratively--drops back and lets the man smoking do the talking.

[bangbangtequila]

Yuri regards the cigar-smoking man evenly, his own smoke unlit in his right hand. "I have one good reason for better money, and I think you will find this good. I am a smuggler by trade, and this run, it is the sort of thing we do. You might hire runners for a job like this, and they may pull it off. What you really need, by my reckoning, is not to get the document, it is to get the document back here with nobody knowing. This is what I do. You don't pay extra for a good runner, you pay extra for the people I know, for the vehicles I bring with me, and for the manpower I can use to make sure this goes well." He flicks a silver lighter open with an audible, grating, flick, and lights his cigarette. "You ask for special people, and two of those you hire are my men already. This is my business, and you want me to do it."

11d6.hits(5)=5

[SeriousOne338]

The figure drums its left hands fingers against the desk in the vid screen, and considers for another moment. "I can not offer much more in the way of monetary value for this mission I do have other obligations. I could make some other assets available to you, and at your disposal. I have a SpecOps operator in the area on another assignment, he might have information that would make the boarder crossing easier. Also I have been informed of an off the books Lone Star asset seizure  locker at the docks I could make the location known to you, of course if you were caught by the new knight Errant security while raiding the locker I can't be held responsible. This is the best I can do at this time."


Not the best for a Johnson: 10d6.hits(5) → [2,2,2,1,5,3,4,5,1,6] = (3), but I can add a little to help out with the mission's bottom line.

[bangbangtequila]

Yuri smiles, and raises his glass of cheap, soy-based vodka, and dips his head. "Spa-see-ba, accepted. I have much to take care of if it is to be done in four days. Have your man contact Ramirez." Setting his empty glass down, he stands and (assuming one is offered) takes his credstick. leaving, he sends a quick message to Ramirez and Alan "I will arrange a distraction, find out what you can about the locker."

[Sichr]

Hm...Ill ask the streets about that sector, maybe there are more ways in and out that it seems right now. About that task of ours...I`ll need as much details you can provide us now, Miss...in one nice compiled package. We will update it with our info, well we need to tart somewhere....

[All4BigGuns]

Following the others out, Sidhe looks to them and says, "Well then, where and when is the meeting place to get across that border?"

[Kayzie]

"If you need a helping hand getting the package, count me in", Micky says on the way out. "Or ... where do you plan to meet for transit?"

[Thvor]

Sensing that negotiations were over and that the meeting was breaking up, Hank looked at the vid screen. "Sir, I may have missed the intro, but I'm assuming that you want my talents for the job. I don't know what's got the Roosky worked up, and frankly, I don't care. Send me the data; I'm in. Will that be all, sir?"

[SeriousOne338]

Having finished negotiations the Johnson uploads the information file, here is the overview:

The file you get from the Johnson lays out the location of the vault in question, it’s located in beneath an old WW2 fort, Fort Casey. The access to the vault is limited to a tunnel from the generator building located to the south of the main Fort complex, though it appears that there are other entrances. The file title the Johnson is after is: “Project Sanctuary” See map below:
Target location:

Fort Casey Overview map:


   The document is a paper file, probably stored in a climate controlled vault meant to store documents. It appears that this is going to a tunnel crawl searching for the vault. There is other information on the Fort the fact it is retired and probably not powered, also no net connection. There is also a side note on a possible NAN military activity near by.


I'll add a broad description of your raid on the asset seziure locker when you guys finish making your rolls

[SeriousOne338]

Asset Lockup Raid, this is a scene so here is what happened:

   The asset lockup was on the docks, literally, close to the shore but on Pier 29 in Everett. You make a quick recon of the area, and it appears that this was once a high security area, but with Lone Stars removal from policing it’s fallen to ruins. Several gang tags can be seen on walls, a few homeless orks, dwarves and a couple humans have started to squat in two of the old warehouses. But the asset lockup has held its ground, a strong metal door now rusting has been welded shut. The windows have thick bars over them and are barred from the inside. A quick look on the wireless shows no communications coming from the building.
   Hank smiles to himself, and reaches into his backpack getting out a stick of TNT. Setting a detonator for 120 seconds judging that one stick would blow the door off the building, waiting for the signal to go before setup the device. “Hey give me 60 seconds to run across to the door, and I’ll blow it off its hinges.”
   After a short period of contemplating explosives and blowing the door, a Knight Errant security helicopter flies low overhead. “Looks like the po-po having some Halloweener trouble. Might not be the best idea to attract too much attention” Ramirez says.
    Yuri sighs and points at dock edge “let’s take a look from below, cut up from the bottom or blow a small, and I mean small hole.” Looking at Hank pointedly.
   After 20 minutes near the dock Ramirez is bored, he’d been sitting in the van on the lookout for the nasty types that would bother a vehicle in this part of town at this time of night. A small bang sounds from his left and across the tac-net you can hear Hank laughing, Yuri swearing in Russian, and Sidhe groan.
     “What the hell?” Ramirez asks.
“Hank just blew a hole in the floor boards to get us in, guess he used a bit much,” Mickey responds in a dry voice.
     Five minutes later the team throws several duffle bags over the barrier on the docks edge next to the van, they land with a meaty thump. Before the rest jump the barrier and get into the van, Alan’s the last person to get in covering the back with a pistol. Down the street a few local gangers start moving in your direction.
    Alan gets into the van and slides the door shut. “Gun it Ramirez we go some Halloweeners coming this way”
    Another half an hour later in a small ware house where Yuri holds some business deals you look over the goods. The score was ok, not the greatest, seems the ‘bad’ cops had raided it ahead of you before being replaced.

The Score: (Prices are NIB, not what you’ll get on the street)
x3 Ares Crusaders (2100¥)
x2 Defiance T-250 (1050¥)
x2 Frag. Grenades(70¥)
x500 Ex-Explosive rounds, Light Pistol(5000¥)
x2 K-10 doses (1800¥)
x1 Kilo of Push (600¥)