[Gaius]

Armadillo Bar - Puyallup, Seattle <<2072.10.02 14:57:13 >>
“I´m sorry Mr. Smith but I think I wouldn´t be the right one to come inside the bar with you guys. But I can still help you by staying close and having some drones on the watch. If someone needs a ride I could help out with that too.”

To Saint and Jack: ”Sure, that´s part of my job. I will be outside in the van having a nap we leave 16:45.”

Jenever has some more drinks and leaves when most of the rest leaves. He will have a nap in his van and then leave to Donovan's Bar and Grill.


Jenever's van next to Armadillo Bar - Puyallup, Seattle <<2072.10.02 16:45:00 >>
The van is a big blue delivery van. Nothing special but you might think that is intended.

The inside of the van is empty since he has no cargo on board but the few drones he has yet. Two of the drones are even in the respective drone racks so you won't see them.

There are three standard seats plus a rigger cocoon in the back next to the drone rack. He also has a soy-chief and a fridge inside.

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:23:13 >>
Jenever stopped to let Jack out and drove the rest of the way to park his van in a side alley near to the Donovan's he releases his Optic X to have an eye on the area. He also sends the Fly Spy to a position close to the door of the Donovan's to check the entering patrons for weapons, implants and explosives. He makes a list and shares pictures of the patrons and found objects with the rest of the group.

Yes Mr. Saint, I´m a rigger and I might indeed know someone to get such a motorcycle.

But I wouldn't advise a motorcycle. Look at Jack, you always need someone to carry the large gear... I would prefer a nice small car. You could also do your mojo stuff better in a car then on a two wheeler.

I can do a roll if necessary.

The following just if the area allows it.

He also let´s the concealed doberman climb a roof opposite to the Donovan´s to be ready to assist if needed.

[Ethan]

SAINT

Armadillo Bar - Puyallup, Seattle <<2072.10.02 14:57:33 >>

Waving to get Jenever's attention, Saint asks, "Can I get a ride with you then? I can go inside or stay in the van and provide some astral cover. Mr. Smith, Paulie's with you," Saint adds a moment later.

He looks down at the remains of the soyburger. "Hmm, I should've saved this for the stakeout."

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:24:02 >>

"You know, I think it's time I got my own ride. I used to ride a motorcycle back in the day, but it wasn't actually mine." Sainit volunteers to Jenever. "You're a rigger, right? Know anyone selling a cheap bike that won't fall apart?"

[bmoham]

JACK
Armadillo Bar - Puyallup, Seattle <<2072.10.02 14:57:33 >>

"I could use a ride too" Jack says "And someplace to leave my gear, in case I need it quick. Sounds like Smith wants us to go in unarmed."

Jack heads upstairs to his apartment and pulls off the worn jeans and shirt he was wearing - but leaves his body armor on underneath. After a little thought he decides to take Mr. Smith's advice and dress up a bit for the meet. Jack pulls out his best outfit- the one he wears to the club on those rare occasions when he goes. When this goes south, he can't say I didn't take it seriously.

Before the meet, Jack's does a little more digging into Junior.
I want to know two things. First, what is Junior's first name (I'm guessing I already found that). Second, does a data search on his parents and siblings give Jack any idea as to how close Junior is to them? I'm thinking I can pull up things like the court record for the divorce, which parent he shares citizenship with, who lives near him, etc. I don't need you to make up the individual answers to questions really, just what sense I get of which members of his immediate family he's close to and which he doesn't particularly care for. Also, if any of them come up as 'runners, gangers, or anything like that I'd want to know.
file - broadcast encrypted to the team and the Armadillo's: here's what I've dug up on Junior and his family.

Also, I want to put someone in the Armadillos on alert. I let them know that I'm going into the meet. I'd like someone there to be plugged into my comm link and ready to run a quick facial recognition and datasearch on whoever shows up with Junior. 

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:25:00 >>

Jack walks the last few blocks to Donovan's alone. On the way in he keeps a eye out for an ambush and notes where the building's exits are. As he pulls up a chair to join Reed, Jack takes a moment to get a feel for its heft - in case he needs to use it as a weapon - before he sit. "So, what's good?"

 AR message - broadcast encrypted to Reed and the team: So, what's the play here? Let him know the Armadillos are willing to overlook the fact that he dumpshocked a bunch of us and tell him we make better friends than enemies? If it comes to that, he has a lot to loose if things get ugly.

[Necrogigas]

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:25:10 >>

Reed adjusted his sitting position, the pistol holstered at the small of his back was digging into his skin. He had the heavy pistol there, and the hold out in his jacket's integrated holster. Maybe I should have reversed where I have my guns. I wonder which makes more tactical sense. I should ask one of the others about that later. Reed nodded to Jack as he sat, "Hello."

<<AR - Encrypted Broadcast (Subvocal Microphone)::The Crew: My advise would be to try to get the Armadillo Bar's hack attempt and the Hellhound's subsequent dumpshock chalked up to a wash, and for all parties involved to bury the hatchet and walk away peacefully. I do not, repeat do not, recommend making threats, overt or subtle. From what I can gather from your intel, Delaney has the advantage over us in manpower and firepower. Peace is the only hope for the Armadillo Bar.  If Delaney is amiable to a peaceful resolution, he may require some form of restitution though. Ultimately Mr. Jack, its your people that are on the line, so you're the one calling the shots here.>>

[bmoham]

I do not, repeat do not, recommend making threats, overt or subtle. From what I can gather from your intel, Delaney has the advantage over us in manpower and firepower. Peace is the only hope for the Armadillo Bar.  If Delaney is amiable to a peaceful resolution, he may require some form of restitution though. Ultimately Mr. Jack, its your people that are on the line, so you're the one calling the shots here.>>

It takes a moment for Jack to puzzle out what restitution means. When he does his eyes widen in surprise and anger

crew: I'm not paying them. They came in and dumpshocked half the gang and made Rozalie cry. This punk is lucky I don't kick his ass from here to Chicago! I'm willing to offer him a pass for messing with us, but if I let him just walk all over us, what's next? Yeah, if the entire 405 goes to war with the Armadillo's, we can't defend the bar, but they would lose a whole lot more than that. More importantly, if Junior goes to war with Jack, Junior loses. And so does his whole damn family. It's in his best interest to make sure things don't ...escalate.

[Necrogigas]

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:25:43 >>

Reed stared exasperated at Jack, "I thought, as the hacker, Jack would be smarter and have more sense than this. It would seem Saint and Jenever are my only hope for intellectual equals in this group."

<<AR - Encrypted Broadcast (Subvocal Microphone)::The Crew: You need to calm down and be reasonable. Your people are the ones who started this, and are the ones most vulnerable. We're negotiating from a weakened position, concessions will probably have to be made. This isn't about what Delaney will lose in a war, its what the Armadillo Bar will. What matters to you more; your pride or your people? Either way this meeting is happening, so don't actively sabotage it. Also if you don't like the terms withdraw in a professional manner, don't storm off like a child.>>

[Ethan]

SAINT

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:26:07 >>

"Hmm," Saint mused, "didn't think that one through, did I? I just wanted to get places fast," he says smiling. "I'd appreciate it if you could ask around, when you have the time."

Adjusting his earbuds to listen more clearly, Saint shrugs at Jenever as he hears the exchange.

<<AR::The Crew::Well, remember, I voted for attacking the gang before they know they're even at war... so... Dirt? I mean, do we have any dirt on this guy? Convincing him to play nice is probably the best play, otherwise we dig up some leverage. Or make our own. Uhh... I guess we're better off as 'friends' than as enemies is what we should go for. Just spitballing here.>>

As he's speaking, not subvocalizing, Saint gestures in the van. He even does air quotes as he says "friends".

<<AR::The Crew::When it gets closer to the time, I'll slip into the astral and look around. Anyone keeping an eye out for this guy so we can get a head's up? Oh, and please don't move me even if something happens. Wait till I get back in the meat.>>

[bmoham]

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:25:43 >>

Reed stared exasperated at Jack, "I thought, as the hacker, Jack would be smarter and have more sense than this. It would seem Saint and Jenever are my only hope for intellectual equals in this group."

<<AR - Encrypted Broadcast (Subvocal Microphone)::The Crew: You need to calm down and be reasonable. Your people are the ones who started this, and are the ones most vulnerable. We're negotiating from a weakened position, concessions will probably have to be made. This isn't about what Delaney will lose in a war, its what the Armadillo Bar will. What matters to you more; your pride or your people? Either way this meeting is happening, so don't actively sabotage it. Also if you don't like the terms withdraw in a professional manner, don't storm off like a child.>>

<<the crew: My pride? If this were about me, I would have killed half a dozen of them last night and once they started being careful moved on to their families. I've done it before, and it works fine. I can go to ground and a gang like this really can't. No, this is about what's best for the Armadillos. One of us tried to hack their system. In reply the 405s set of an EMP. That was their payback. That we don't retaliate for that is their concession. If we give more than that we're asking for trouble. The 405s will feel like they can push whenever they want, and so will every other gang in the area. That's why we can't give concessions. You can point out that if they don't cause us any more trouble then we can sell them software and hacking services, but only because that would be mutually beneficial going forward. >>

[Necrogigas]

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:26:52 >>

Reed supressed the urge to roll his eyes at Jack, "Unintelligent, aggressive, and arrogant. Something tells me we're going to need to a replacement hacker in the near future."

<<AR - Encrypted Broadcast (Subvocal Microphone)::The Crew: Perhaps the Armadillo Bar should take this situation as a lesson in cost-benefit analytics. All actions have concequences, they should not have provoke the bigger fish without a plan in place to handle the fallout. As for you, this is obviously about your pride and apparently your arrogance. How else do you justify dragging your people into an esclation of violence only you are equiped to deal with? How is a cabal of hackers suppose to handle a gang war? In any event, this conversation is at an end. Delaney should be here soon, and we need to at least pretend that we're on the same page.>>

[DiscoDwarf]

(sorry for long delay, as I mentioned, no matter what I try, the forum no longer notifies me of replies and I kinda forgot to check on it)

HARDBOY

Big Rhino - Downtown, Seattle <<2072.10.01 17:52:12>>
HB arched an eyebrow, his hands hanging in mid-air as he was wiping them clean. "Swimming?" The hobgoblin was clearly not enthralled by the idea of getting himself wet, but then again, maybe he was afraid all the implants would make him sink like a stone. "I thought we were s'pposed to fly, not go on water." He heaved a sigh, dropping his soiled napkin on top of the remains of his non-kosher meal. As if I didn't have enough water leaking into my place, he wants me to go swin in the damn thing.

Pushing away his plate, the Israeli finally nods his assent. "Good thing I didn't sell my artificial gills, though finding a wetsuit my size is going to be a bitch. When are you going to know when we take off?"

Armadillo Bar - Puyallup, Seattle <<2072.10.02 14:48:32>>

As everyone seemed to agree that a show of force was not the way to go, HB slumped on his barstool and ordered another cold one as everyone started filing out. "Well, if you guys need me, I'll take my bike for a spin somewhere near, so you can just ring me up."

Looking over at the eyebanded troll nearby, he nodded his way. "So... like video games?"

Outside Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:31:59 >>

Given Renton's 20% ork population, fitting was not such a problem for HB. Of course, Israeli hobgoblins riding inside the giant wheel of a Horizon-Doble Revolution were probably a lot less inconspicuous, though at least his body armour and rifle were stuffed in the bike's smuggling compartment. Spotting a coffee shop almost across the street from Donovan's, he went in to get a soycaf and what passed for a pastry before returning to his ride with his "meal", putting his feet up on the inside of the giant wheel and letting the gyrostabilization gizmo keep the whole thing upright. "Damn I love that thing."

<<AR - Encrypted Text (Encrypt 3)::The Crew: Should you guys need me, I'm sitting outside, I'll let you know if something weird comes up.>>

Looking at those passing by, he tries to make note of anyone sporting anything suspicious, like body armour or weapons.

[WhackedMaki]

Armadillo Bar - Puyallup, Seattle <<2072.10.02 14:48:45>>

Exile looks at HB as he starts talking to him. "Never had the money to play. I could always try though. What's your favorite."

[DireRadiant]

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:35:08 >>

The high pitched whine of super revved engines coupled with sonic enhancing pipes screamed through the nearby blocks as a pair of orange and red street bikes blurred across an intersection, cut across a corner and burned up to the Armadillo entrance in a pitch perfect stop. The blazing orange and red polyplast biker suits of armor dismounted, removing helmets to reveal a relatively nondescript human couple, brown hair ordinary next to their blazing bikes.

<<AR|VR: The vehicles display bright animatronic affects, blazing headlight eyes, wagging tail lights, paws cycling in time with the tires, turning watchful tracking noses abotu as the bikes come to a stop. Leasches mad of chains appear and spiral off into the distance.>>

The couple leave their helmets astride the blazing orange fuel tanks, and walk into Donovan's, making straight for the table. Just before sitting, the man nods at his companion, "Ginny. I'm Delaney."

<<AR:VR: The bike armor suits also display prominent animatronic decorations. Chains connect to their bikes, and off into the distance.>>

The subjects are Mundane, and confident.

"Let's Order!"

[Necrogigas]

Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:35:15 >>

Reed looked at Jack, "I'm guessing that's them. Remember to stay calm and to stay professional. This is your one chance to secure the Armadillo Bar's safety."Reed took a calming breath, "Time to get started" He rose as Delaney and his companion walked towards the table. Reed extended his hand to the Hellhounds, "Good evening. I am Mr. Smith, and my compatriot here is Mr. Jack." As Reed returned to his seat he brought up a copy of his food order for Delaney to review, "I took the liberty of ordering in advance the four highest rated dishes on the menu. In these kinds of meetings, its best to start with the meal before delving into the heavier aspects of the negotiations. To that end, the food should be out at any moment. But we should get a round of drinks going. I'm feeling the need for a whiskey sour, what will it be for everyone else?"

[Ethan]

SAINT

Outside Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:35:08 >>

Giving a thumb's up to Jenever, Saint makes himself comfortable in his seat then slips into Astral space. He looks around and gives the area a cursory once-over before following the two newcomers in.

He'll stay alert and observe the proceedings.

[Gaius]

Jenever
Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:28:17 >>
As he sees them approach he sends a message to the team. He also attaches the feed of the approaching gangers.

<<VR - Encrypted Broadcast ::The Crew : Everyone be advised I just spotted our Date. Approximate time of arrival at Donovan's is 17:34:54. >>


Donovan's Bar and Grill - Renton, Seattle <<2072.10.02 17:35:08 >>
Jenever checks the two when they pass his fly spy, but he finds nothing.

<<VR - Encrypted Broadcast ::The Crew : Found no weapons on them, they still might carry some well concealed weapons. Anyway I will have an eye out for trouble and their backup.>>

He sends his Optic X to patrol the area and he checks the feed of his various drones and the van to prevent the enemy of sneaking on him.