[SeriousOne338]

Our Story begins in a suburb of Seattle the Edmonds area located south of Everett and north of Seattle proper. The area once known as a richer district is now a run down heap, sporting several junk yards and a heavy gang activity. You were called to meet a Johnson as a local bar, Red Jack’s, it’s a pirate themed bar. When you enter there is almost no-one in attendance seems the workday has dragged most of the populous to work. The barkeeper nods to you as you enter and lets you into a back room that sports a single table and a chairs.

And so it begins.


If your carrying weapons state it now, other than that show up and state what you do.

[Crossbow]

Smiley rolls in on his hog.  Arriving at the meet locale, he eases in and takes a moment to appriciate the ambience.

When he is invited into the back, he nods to the barkeep.  "Pirates, huh?  Guess it'll be a rum and coke then." he says with (what else?) a smile. 

Flipping a chair around, he relaxes and waits for the others.

 

[Thvor]

Damn Johnson couldn't pick a nicer place to meet, could he? Hank grumbles to himself as he walks through the slum neighborhood, keeping an eye out for problems. He didn't bother trying to hide the Ingram slung under his shoulder; that was generally enough to keep toughs away.

Reaching the bar, Hank sighs. A themed joint. Better and better. Shaking his head, he walks in and glances around. Noting the lack of customers, he walks up to the bar and orders a beer. Following the barkeep's gesture, he walks into the back room, nodding at the other man as he takes a seat.

"Name's Hank. You know anything about what we're here for?"

[Crossbow]

"Probably not much more than you do, name's Smiley."   The Amerind takes a sip from his glass, "You drinking?  First one's on me." 

[Thvor]

"Smiley, eh? Not 'Two Dogs Smiling Suggestively at a Tree', or anything? Thought all you 'Rinds had gone back to them old names." Hank grinned as he spoke to make it clear that he was joking. Better to find out whether his potential partners could deal with his sense of humor before starting a job than to get in a brawl halfway through. The human seemed likable enough. Gesturing to the glass in the his hand, Hank continued, "Anyhow, thanks for the beer. Next one o' them watered-down concoctions you want's on me."

Leaning back, Hank took a pull from his mug. "Hope the Johnson's putting together a good team. I've seen some jobs where half the guys were so cooked they couldn't piss straight, and the other half wouldn't know which end of a gun you're supposed to hold if you told 'em. Me, I specialize in removing obstacles. What's your gig?"

[Netzgeist]

1d6 -> 4
Today Rybka is on her stable phase; no modifier (positive or negative) apply.

Rybka is wearing Auctioner Bussines Clothes, and on the colcealed holster in the suit rests "En Garde", her taser. She carries no other weapon at the time, and besides her commlink (tucked into a back pocket on the suit), glasses, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter (on a purse), she does not seem to be carrying anything.

A beautiful woman wearing executive clothes walks into the room. "Excuse me, gentleman." The way she stresses the word gentleman let doubts arise if she is being polite or just ironic, and her voice present a light Russian accent. She graciously walk to the table, sits on one of the chair and take a little time to observe the other people gathered there. So this is the team I should work on this time...

The SIN that the blonde girl with glasses is broadcasting present herself as Regina Sneedroningen, citizen of the UCAS.

"Sorry if my entering interrupted your talk; I take that since you were introducing yourselves none of you is the Johnson here. You may call me Rybka."

[Marak1972]

Marak rolls in on his HArley thinking pirates mon?? I left de carribean had my fill mon....sigh  <puts his shades on> Leans on the bar and just scans the crowd

[Thvor]

Hank looks the young lady over. Bit overdressed for the neighborhood--either she's ignorant, insane, or surprisingly lethal. Hope it's the latter.

"Rybka, eh? I'm Hank, and this grim-lookin' injun here"--he gestures to the grinning man next to him--"calls himself Smiley. Dunno why. You're right, ain't neither of us the Johnson. Drink while we wait?"

At the sound of a motorcycle pulling up, he glances towards the door, his hand instinctively moving slightly closer to his gun. As the newcomer leans against the bar, Hank relaxes and takes another swallow from his drink.

[SeriousOne338]

The meeting room is dark and dank, lit by single pulsing florescent bulb. The table is a simple wood and polysteel job with dints and nicks. Around it are gathered seven chairs of dissimilar verity. As you take your seats, the chairs groan under the weight as if they’re not used much anymore. From the back door one leading deeper into the building comes a scratching sound, moments later the door is opened and three young human men walk into the room. The look like street toughs some having oblivious cyberware, there are some tattoos but are mostly covered by clothing. As if to show a counter point a wizened old man in suit shuffles in using a cane. He’s bold and has a pronounced nose, also human, but he appears to be over a hundred years old. He sits with a small sigh of relief, folding his hands on the table and making a pyramid out of his fingers.

“Good it appears the all of you made it ok, you will make a good point team.” he says in English with a slight German accent, his voice is crisp not matching the body. “I have a small job for you, I need some information retrieved. From that information I will also need you to pickup something special for me. I will pay you two thousand yen a piece for the information. ” He finishes with a crocked smile.

[Crossbow]

"Rybka, delighted to meet you." Smiley says to the lady, clearly meaning it for reasons beyond the shadows, or perhaps just different kinds of darkness. 

"Hank and I were just discussing names in these modern times, how my people have returned to the old names and his prefer to take to pure fantasy in renaming themselves, starheart and surehand and such, all while sipping honeyed wine in their crystal towers."  the Sioux countered the earlier jibe, with the same easy humor,  "By the way, yes, its short for Smiling Wolf."

[Netzgeist]

Rybka had just made a head motion to acquienscense Hank's remark and question (yes, the lady would enjoy a drink),and Smiley apparently small-talk (although she hadn't replied, she would, as soon as the situation let her do it)  when the troll (the fourth team member, it seems) entered the room, followed by the entrance of their employers from the other door. "Rybka" stern face remained imperscrutable, but she took a deep interest both on the fellow team member and the "people in charge". But as of now, she didn't essayed any reading on them... It's a very dangerous thing to work with assumptions when you have little info, and she would have plenty of time to study these people.

As soon as the old man talked, Rybka attention focused specially on him, and she couldn't help but think: "This one is a direct one. Is this a façade, or is he really that straight?" Anyway, it seemed like briefing/negotiations have started, and is a calm voice she replied:

"I believe the proper way to address you would be Mr. Johnson, am I right?" - Rybka's expression shows no innocence; it's rather a sign that if he may be called something else, he could provide a name or handle right now. The girl knows how to be polite, even when the situation does not seem to be calling it yet - "Even though we all gathering here announces that both parties have some interest in this negotiations, it seems a little bit early to put values on the table. It would be very amateurish to discuss payment when the job is so unclear as of yet. I also understand that the nature of this job must take into account not telling the specifics before we commit to it, but at least some non-comprimising information could be shared before we decide to choose between taking it or not, am I right? So, Mr. Johnson, which difficulties do you expect us to find while trying to retrieve that information? Generally, what kind of opposition are we being hired to face?"

[SeriousOne338]

“Here is the mission data” he says as he forwards several files, that include vehicle pictures and a route map. “The information is on a comlink being transported later tonight. Its a two car convoy that will be traveling from downtown Seattle through the Everett slums and finally onto the UCAS naval base. The transports will keep off the highway and use back roads that is the reason for two vehicles, I expect 8 people to be among the vehicles. The lead vehicle is Hummer with an heavy machine gun on a manual turret ring, the second vehicle is a GMC SUV that is where the comlink will be housed. The comlink is in a locked suitcase, do not worry about opening it I will take care of that.”

[Netzgeist]

"As it seems, your briefing really changes the prospects of the job. No that we are a little bit more aware of the job at hand, we can better discuss the matter of a fair payment." Rybka smiles cheerfully, as if that's all a play; her great skill in manipulating her own body language makes it easy for her to have a very adaptative "poker face". "You know, Mr. Johnson, that the harder or the more demanding a run is, the higher it's pay may be to make ends meet. Your initial proposal does not seem to fit the job you are offering us: as you may well know, there's a very specific and limited time-frame on the situation, and it leaves us with little time to plan and to prepare ourselves; also, physical confrontation seems very likely, and both these hindrances may need to be taken on account. I would say that three grand nuyen and a half to each of us is a more fair price. What do you say?"

5 (Charisma) + 4 (Negotiations) + 3 (Kinetics) + 6 (Empathy Software 6) = 18 dice pool = 7 hits, no glitch

[Marak1972]

Marak just sits back and lets Rybka do the talking. As he still trying to get a feel for these ppl . But he's oh so intersted 

[Thvor]

Hank nods at the Russian's words. "Eight potential tango's, with a mounted gun? Hope you ain't looking for quiet. Sounds like they're serious about protecting that 'link. How much noise are you willing to put up with, anyhow?"