[DireRadiant]

Killer-B, Skraacha Control Section Serattle Underground <<2072.10.01 17:48:02>>

The clean dwarf and his immaculate set of gear contrast with the general poverty in the zone. With a nod Dr. Zeke detachs the sensor patch, slaps the tusker on the arm and jovially says, "Couple days rest will give the chems time to do their work. Off you go."

He turns his attention to Killer-B, "Thanks for coming." Dr. Zeke points at the departing  skraacha. "There goes the last of my oxymethadopaminitryclin D." He grimaces, "I have a new supplier lined up, the old source dried up. Normally I'd have a couple of the skraacha for backup, but their numbers are down and I think I'll need someone a bit more... accomplished."

The dwarf raises his hand briefly, "Wait... the old source dried up, by getting wiped out. So I think it may not be so simple. I asked to check the sample, but I'll really be checking the lot numbers. If it's the same I think we'll need to respond a little differently. Alvarez was an old friend of mine."

"Are you willing?"

[Necrogigas]

Mr. Smith's Home (Renton) - Seattle <<2072.10.01 02:05:58>>

Reed smiled to himself when he saw the deposit, Like candy from a baby.

<<AR:2Fresh:Audio only:: On my way.>>

Reed hung up and made his way to 2Fresh.

[DireRadiant]

HardBoy, Turgans Hole Seattle <<2072.10.01 17:48:02>>

Turgan licked his fingers clean of the sauce from the Big Rhino's super Rack of Ribs. He lent back in his EZ chair and looked across at HardBoy, "So this is the deal. I got a run and need someone to ride shotgun.  5 hour flight each way, 1,000 nuyen for the run, not bad for sitting in the co-pilot chair. Get's you a whole more bunch of ribs. So you got time for it?"

[DiscoDwarf]

HardBoy - The Big Rhino, Seattle Downtown  <<<<< 2072.10.01 17:49:01 >>>>>
HB tossed his own meat-bared rib back onto his plate, letting out a boisterous burp as he wiped his hands clean before pulling back down the sleeves of his hoodie. "Sounds pretty easy, I'll slot something for flight probably catch up on Chase: Errant Knight! a bit. That series cracks me up." Out of deference and because of where they were, HardBoy had spoken in Or'zet and
done a fairly good job of thrashing its grammar, but still managed to be comprehensible. "When's the flight? And there any possible 'funny business' I want to know about, like why they need a bigguy like me to begin with?"


HardBoy - Seattle Ork Underground  <<<<< 2072.10.01 23:03:01 >>>>>

Being Israeli-born, HB has never been on the same "time zone" as everyone else ever since he left. He'd woken up from a quick nap not so long ago and was currently reviewing the latest scores on the Miracle Shooter servers he was playing on - Damn Z3nArch3r got a few more frags while I was sleeping[/color] - when Jack's message managed to get through the local lag. Setting aside his rather uninviting bowl of what was meant to look and taste like oatmeal but managed to do neither, he dug out his 'trodes and set them on his scalp as he reclined into his favorite armchair... you know, the only one he has. A moment later, he was slipping inside the Matrix.

< < VR: Cold Simense : HB's avatar is a monument to puerile gun-toting fantasy, a perfectly muscled man wearing an armored vest over a shirt, sporting black sunglasses and casually holding an assault rifle [reference]. The effect would probably be better if he didn't lag every 3 or 5 seconds though. "Hey Jack, Smith, what's the job you rang about?" HB listens to Jack's story, nodding and taking mental notes. Lagging, he misses the chance to speak up before Smith does. "Those guys, the 405s, know what they were doin' at the Armadillo to begin with? Puyallup's pretty far from their nice 'n cozt Belevue turf." > >

Dice roll: Intuition 2 + Knowledge: Gangs 3 = 5 dice. 5d6.hits(5)=3 Should be enough to know a major gang crossed pretty much the whole city to trash the Armadillo.

[sway]

Killer-B, Skraacha Control Section Seattle Underground <<2072.10.01 17:49:08>>

Benny responded to the Doc's transmission in due course. As he entered the chop shop, Benny was actually surprised to see the Doc finishing up with a patient. Given the short trip from his home to the shop, it basically meant that the crazy old bastard had sent out his request for a drop-in the middle of whatever procedure he'd just been performing. Of course, whatever alarm that may of caused him was quickly superseded by his surprise at the Doc's request. Unless he'd grossly misunderstood the dwarf, he was potentially talking about wetwork. Never in a million years did Benny ever imagine the Doc to the type, but then anger and revenge were strong impulses, something Benny knew all to well.

Slightly stiffening his posture, Benny responded to the Doc in his native tongue,
"You know I've got your back, Doc. But you do understand what you're requesting here isn't exactly the same roughing up some two-bit pimps. If I take your meaning of 'respond differently' correctly, your talking serious business, not just a little favor. You sure your cool with that? Plus, if these guys are Yakuza or something, there will be blow back... and no matter who they are, you'll be out a supplier. Vengeance is often quite bad for business. Never stopped me before, but we're talking about your friend and we're talking about your business... so... its on you Doc."

 

[Ethan]

Saint - Seattle <<2072.10.01 23:01:16>>

Saint puts down a Chaos Magic theory book and glances at the commlink that's been bothering him for the last half hour.

Finally, he picks it up and decrypt's Jack's message.

<<Reply to Jack's Message: I'm up for it, but I'll be busy till past noon tomorrow. Fill me in on the details, though.>>

[DireRadiant]

Jenever's Trailer - Seattle <<2072.09.30 11:32:18>>

Vegas shook his head despairingly as the trailer shifted significantly as he stepped inside. He wrinkled his nose, then closed his eyes for a few seconds. He looked at Jenever.

"Since you aren't tied up with anything you can do a little job for me. Just for a few days. While your doing this there won't be any interest building on what you owe me. And maybe it will lead to a bonus."

<<AR|VR:Vegas:: <<AccessID:Billy>> >>

"I'm out of town for a couple days, and I want you to keep an eye on Billy without her knowing about it. You can pipe the surveillance live to me."

"Questions?"

[DireRadiant]

Linda's Place, Corner of Old Redmond  Road and 148th Ave NE - Redmond, Seattle <<2072.10.01 02:58:02>>

2Fresh is sitting on a chair in the entrance way of the studio apartment. Beside is another empty chair and a bucket conveniently sitting on top of it. 2Fresh points to the bucket on the chair and wanly waves for the door to be shut.

Linda is nowhere and everywhere. Modelling holos and wall pics poses show what she once looked like. Before she had been torn apart, shredded, chewed, and thrown across the room in pieces no larger than Nuke It Cola cans. The place smells. The blood is still wet in spots.

"So, you know people who can help?"

[Necrogigas]

Linda's Place, Corner of Old Redmond Road and 148th Ave NE - Redmond, Seattle <<2072.10.01 02:58:35>>

Reed fought the urge to puke as the sight and smell of the apartment hit him,  Jesus Christ. As he surveyed the room, Reed answered 2Fresh, “I have a few people in mind, but before that I’m going to need details. What in the hell happened here? Ghouls? A particularly sadistic rival?”

[WhackedMaki]

Exile - <<2072.10.01  23:15:00>>

Exile wakes up as the sedatives from getting his hardware updated fade, and notices Jack's message.

Reply to Jack: I got nothing better to do. I'll be there. What are the chances of free drinks?

I'd make a role to try and get free drinks, but I don't have a very high chance of many hits off 0 dice.

[DireRadiant]

Linda's Place, Corner of Old Redmond  Road and 148th Ave NE - Redmond, Seattle <<2072.10.01 02:59:17>>

2Fresh continued to sit collapsed in the chair, looking like he wasn't ever going to get up out of it again. Without really looking at anything. 2Fresh answered eventually, "I.. I got to do something... Linda was one of my girls, I can't let this happen."

"It was her day off. I ... I was just dropping off some stuff. Restocking. I ... I found this."

2Fresh turns his head and focuses he eyes on Mr Smith, "You know people who can help right?"

[Gaius]

Jenever's Trailer - Seattle <<2072.09.30 11:32:18>>

Jenever offers Vegas a glass of his preferred Dutch-Gin. "Vegas good to see you. I was just thinking of you. Made a couple of Yen the other day and thought you would be glad to see me repaying my debt."

Taking a big sip of his glass. "Surveillance is nothing I´m experienced in, but well, I´m always glad to help a friend like you." [short break]  "May I ask why you need her monitored? Just to know how close you need me to watch her and if I need some strong hands to help me serve proper protection if needed." Jenever takes another sip of gin and tries to show a professional expression on his face.

[Necrogigas]

Linda's Place, Corner of Old Redmond  Road and 148th Ave NE - Redmond, Seattle <<2072.10.01 03:00:05>>

Reed nodded, "Yes Mr. Jones, I have a few associates that may lend assistance. There is the matter of remuneration..." It occurred to Reed that 2Fresh might not know the definition of the word remuneration, "...that being payment. Some of my associates are a fair bit less professional than I when it comes to low ball offers, so we should finalize the details before I contact them."

[DireRadiant]

<<Linda's Place, Corner of Old Redmond  Road and 148th Ave NE - Redmond, Seattle <<2072.10.01 03:00:10>>

"I... I don't know what. Look how much do I need to get help?"

[DireRadiant]

Jenever's Trailer - Seattle <<2072.09.30 11:32:27>>

"I just need her watched, and only watched."

Vegas waves away the gin, curling his lip around in his tusk in a grimace, "You know I don't like that stuff, rots your gut."

The ork resettles his coat on his shoulders and steps out of the trailer, rocking the trailer again, "I have to know, but you don't have to. Let it be, Billy can take care of herself. And get the damned chinaman to fix that trailer."