[SeriousOne338]

The offices for Random Encounter Inc. are based out of an old industrial complex on the north end of Puget Sound on the water. The complex comprises of a 5 story main office building with attached 10 car garage where the company vehicles are located, a detached air hanger where the company’s C-130 is located and a two other small buildings that are mechanical buildings. The complex is located 10 miles away from Stanwood WA, and right next to an old airfield that the company leases for use.

As you approach the gate Mike & Josh the usual security guards meet you Mike walks up and checks you’re ID “Hell it must be Monday again let me do the security check and you’re on the way”

While Mike prattles on about the new security measures Josh does the usual sweep of your vehicle and waves you past. Inside the complex you part your car in the usual spot and head into the office building as the usual northwest weather starts up. As you walk in pass the automated secretary “Barbra” your comlink registers a business meeting for 10am this morning, under which it reads bring your toys we got a job. The office is abuzz with the usual sounds you have an hour until meeting time. What do you do?


Any gear you bring is ok, the guards are sweeping for “enemy” things. Also Your work Day lasts from Monday until Friday usually, so don’t expect to go home. And bring your running Kits.

[HydroRaven]

An unusually loud buzz echoes through the rather spartan room. Lurking Crow opens his eyes, shifts to one side of the bed and reaches for his commlink. 6:05. "This ruckus will give me a headache one day" he thinks to himself, before pulling himself out of bed. After a quick minute to get his bearings straight, he sits down on the floor and does his morning rituals to the Raven, the same rituals he's been doing for over a decade now. As difficult as mornings can be, these rituals always calm him down. This might be the only part of the morning Lurking Crow enjoys.

After getting ready, putting on the company armour, making sure one of Random Encounters' walking billboards looks presentable in public, he heads to Puget Sound. A quick command lets the car drive itself while he quickly looks at the morning news through AR.

Once on the compound, a quick smile to Mike & Josh upon seeing them is all he can manage at this early hour. "Hell it must be Monday again let me do the security check and you’re on the way" says Mike. "Do what you have to do, I know I wouldn't hold back against you guys if the chief ordered me to." is Lurking Crow's usual reply. As soon as the security measures are over, he quickly parks the car in its spot, heading for the front entrance.

Passing through the reception area, his commlink lets him know there's a meeting in about an hour. "Job offer first thing in the morning? Must've come through the weekend." With that, he heads for his locker, grabs a company duffelbag and stuffs his gear in it, making sure to keep what's most important to him on his person (namely his shamanic items). After double-checking everything to make sure it's all in order, he heads to the conference room, taking a comfortable seat and waiting for the rest of the team to show up.

[vinnmun]

Flak was never able to get use to the morning thing as his alarm wakes him for 7pm. He got on his work suit and armor vest on and than would slide on his sword scabbard onto his back. The scabbard looks more like a pool cue bag, all he needs to do is unzip and be able to pull out his sword if needed. He moves out of his Downtown apartment and into the parking lot where his bike stands ready. Flak climbs onto his bike and heads to a drive thru where he can get some sort of real food, whether it was bad or not, as long as it was no soy. He was kind fo happy that he developed an allergy for it, but it's hard to find what to eat without spending a little more, but he always thought to himself, it's  well worth it.

He pulls up to work, going through the usual security, giving the nods to everyone he comes across that greets him....which is not many. His stubby legs get into the main building where he looks through his messages, he read 'Meeting' and thought to himself, This can get interesting hopefully. He breakd out his real breakfast sandwich and container of water as he goes through the security updates and hangs around close to the meeting room. He saw Crow's vehicle but he'd figure he's bump into him sooner than later.

[Ympulse]

Morning. I hate mornings. Why does it have to be so early?

Meat went through the motions of his morning routine. Showering and eating his usual un-flavored Soybar on the way out. There was little joy in the morning commute as well. Packed streets, unruly bus passengers, and the bland music that was only barely audible. Upon getting off at his stop, Meat was harassed by Mike and Josh, just like every other morning. He listlessly went through the security checks just like every other morning while waiting for the okay to proceed into work.

Just like every other morning.

Walking through the complex, Meat pondered the use of this job. Sure, he was good at it, but he still wondered why he settled for this job, instead of a better paying gig.

Because you're a Troll. Remember?

Sighing, Meat checked his commlink. Apparently there was a job first thing on a Monday. At least it would be more eventful than last week. It was nearly more than he could bear, doing nothing but play AR games all day. Opening his locker, which was on the end, since it had to be specially ordered and installed to fit his Troll-sized gear, he silently packed two duffel bags with his gear, making sure to pack them correctly, since the company had yet to provide him with bags that weren't "purse-sized handbags".

Walking to the meeting room, he didn't bother to acknowledge anyone on the way. They usually let him know if they had the time to talk to a Troll. Otherwise it was an exercise in futility, since most people considered him an incompetent lackwit, and treated him as such.

Spirits forbid a Troll be smarter than Kelly. Stupid fat bitch.

Setting his bags down and leaning on the wall (since there weren't any troll-sized chairs, and the boss looked down on sitting on the table) Meat settled in for the fifteen minute wait until the Meeting was supposed to start. He amused himself with figuring out just how much C-12 would be needed to level the ACHE, if he only had access to the sub-levels. He knew the answer, but he had never limited himself to just the sub-levels before. It proved an amusing diversion.

[SeriousOne338]

The meeting room is on the first floor next to the armory, and onsite barracks. Like most things in the building the room is old, but retro fitted with new tech a tri-vid projector and sound system. As you walk in you see the CFO of Random Encounters INC. Marshall WaterOak talking to a Human man in a suit wearing a visitor badge on it reads “The Man with no-name.”
Marshall the CFO is a burly Troll dressed in worn dented but clean set of Company armor, his custom Ruger Warhawk in its holster and like usual wearing a blue tie. Over the weeks, months, and years you’ve known him he’s Ex-Salish military from the enlisted core, a Master Sargent at arms. He expects the best from his men but always backs them if something goes wrong.
The Man with No-name is 5’10” Dressed in a dark forest green suit,  and shows some signs of cyberware, namely a datajack under his left ear and what looks like some sub dermal wiring on his left hand. His eyes are multi-colored that shift erratically, and his hair is a snowy white. First impressions are he’s not quite human maybe hes something different.
As the team arrives Marshall says take a seat and open up your pre-mission briefing packet. Then he gets back to nice talk with the Man, the conversation runs along the lines of firepower rates, and how the units are known for discretion and won’t talk about jobs they’ve done. The Pre-Mission Document has some basic maps, of the Northern Amazon on it, and a more detailed map of Pereira. Also spec sheets on local militias in the area and military forces.

Once the group arrives Marshall turns and faces the group.
“I have two bits of news, one is bad. Your fourth man is not coming Digit got shot in a gang drive by last night in the barrens. He’ll be missed, but we have a pressing problem all other teams are deployed in the field and I have a rush job. This is our employer’s man, the detail of who’s hiring us is confidential, that is eyes only access,” Which you all don’t have access to. “Everyone meet Operation: AmmoDump, unlike its name there is no ammo that we’re moving. Everyone turn to page four of the op document.” The Tri-Vid projector starts up at a signal from Marshall’s comlink, it shows the map of Pereira, Colombia. “According to local news feeds this city is a place of peaceful bliss, that is a lie local media has been blacked out for the past 3 weeks and the city is under martial law. Your task is to investigate two recent terrorist attacks, one at a teocalli” an image pops up of a Mayan Step pyramid in downtown sector. “The other is an AZT security barracks. You'll arrive vid the airport with our C130 and a single company Transport, your cover is security for international Aid. You’ll be transporting boxes of MRE’s use them as barter with the locals to get information. Your Job is to find out who or what is responsible for these attacks. Once that is done you’ll rendezvous with the transport and fly home. Any Questions?”


Ympulse the answer is 42 Bricks of C-12

[Ympulse]

Listening to the briefing, Meat was unsurprised that the area was in Media blackout. Hell, it was surprising that there was media coverage in that area at all, given it's volatility. The Amazonian conflict was notoriously fluid in where the official lines were.

"Any Questions?"

"Are we weapons free if we run into a kinetic situation or are we ghosting?"

Meat didn't want to be put in a situation like this one without knowing exactly what his Rules of Engagement were. Especially with the team being a man down. Being in the area was bad enough, but if he couldn't lay waste to a band of mercs that decided to shoot him first, well. He was just going to be plain unhappy about that.

Of course the answer is 42. I should've known!

[HydroRaven]

As he gets into the conference room, Crow nods to Marshall. He silently sits down, smiles politely to the Johnson and looks into the astral, long enough for an assessment of their employer.

Assensing 4 + Intuition 3 (7d6.hits(5)=5) Dang! Reading him like an open book.

Just as he finishes his assensing, Flak walks into the room. "How was the weekend, Flak?" asks Crow. "Hope you had plenty of rest 'cause by the looks of the PMDs, we'll need our passports."

As soon as Meat enters, Lurking Crow goes through the same drill of chit-chat. Crow asks him, "Manage to stay out of trouble this weekend, big boy?" with a sly smile. He knew Meat could sometimes be self-conscious about his metahumanity, which only served to fan the flames of friendship. As much as he enjoyed teasing Meat, Lurking Crow knew that more than once the troll had saved his life and vice versa. At the end of the day, Crow trusted the other members of his team with his life, and they knew they could depend on him in times of need.

When Marshall started the briefing, Crow thought it strange that Digit was absent. It was very unusual for the runner to miss a briefing. Even injured, he always managed to somehow make himself present, either by dragging himself out of his hospital bed or through the matrix when his condition didn't permit it.

"I have two bits of news, one is bad. Your fourth man is not coming Digit got shot in a gang drive by last night in the barrens. He’ll be missed, but we have a pressing problem all other teams are deployed in the field and I have a rush job." The sentence was like a cold shower to Lurking Crow. Although he didn't show his emotions physically, his aura definitely had the stench of sadness and regret. "You'll definitely be missed, Digit." After this short lapse, Crow got back to listening to the briefing.

"Any Questions?" asked Marshall. "Just one at this moment" says Crow. So we are to find out who is responsible for these attacks. What are the Rules of Engagement?

[SeriousOne338]

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"Are we weapons free if we run into a kinetic situation or are we ghosting?"

" Good question, we will follow SOP code B. Return fire only, lets keep the body count to a minimum that being said, don't come home in body bags. Make'em if need be. As for mission perimeters find who's responsible find the info, any proof and get the hell out of there the city is  a powder keg we've already lost a good man today I don't want to add to the body count."

[vinnmun]

The gruff aging dwarf follows the team inside the meeting room, Crow speaks to Flak and turns his head to him as he sits down, "I was looking forward to a vacation, drek!" he replies sarcastically with a small dwarven grin. He eyes the guest that's in the room, sizing him up a bit and snorts.

Judging Intentions... (6d6.hits(5)=3) Judging intentions on the man with no name.

Marshall starts his thing as Flak lays back against the chair, a bit taken by the sudden lost of a team member, but he was used to it being in in different security outfits and running teams. He trudged on by flipping through the AR pages a bit, giving a glance over. Once Marshall answered Meat's and Crow's questions and decided to go with one of his own.

"Atzlan doesn't have it's own policing procedures?" he was flipping through the document to find that answer if so, "Also, are we touchdown in Pereira directly, no traveling from a distance on ground to get there." He looks to see what Atzlan's martial law is like, if that's in the document. If he sneaks out for a looksy, he'd rather be prepared for anything.

[SeriousOne338]

"Atzlan doesn't have it's own policing procedures?"

Normally air tight but with the recent attacks they're down on the man power expect holes in coverage and in the chain of command. Combined with our "humanitrian aid" which we do have legal documentation for, signed by an Aztlan Exec."

"Also, are we touchdown in Pereira directly, no traveling from a distance on ground to get there." He looks to see what Atzlan's martial law is like, if that's in the document. If he sneaks out for a looksy, he'd rather be prepared for anything.

"Direct flight in, no weird trip this time. Unlike the Chicago job a month ago you'll be dropped at the airport with your vehicle, but due to the unrest our C130 will only drop you off then head off station to an airfield in the Caribbean League his response time will be 2 hours when signaled for pickup. Weapons are part of your documentations so don't worry about concealed carry. "


Judge intnetions: He's an uplevel wageslave thats been sent for this task, probably knows little to nothing about the goal of the mission. As for who he works for, you notice some tell tale signs of Mega Corp. Not sure which without a knowledge roll

As for his Aura: Cyber implants, datajack high grade perhaps delta, he has a smart link and retractable bone spur. As for race Human you got that flat out but he's been through the SURGE

[Ympulse]

Nodding at the information given, Meat straightens and pushes himself off the wall. He didn't like the idea of going in undermanned into the Azzies' stomping ground, but since the job wasn't to go in and start a fight, Crow and Flak could likely get the job done without needing any fire support. At that he made a mental note to make sure he had a copy of Miracle Shooter(tm) local on his commlink. He also planned on putting some itch powder in Crow's flight suit.

Flipping through the AR briefing packet, Meat noted a lack of troop disposition in the briefing.

That's NEVER good. It'd be nice if No-Name could get us at least satellite images

"Understood. Is it possible to get current images from overhead on the area while we're in-flight? I don't like not knowing where the shooters are."

[vinnmun]

"When do we headoff?" He gets up and stretches his stubby limbs.

[HydroRaven]

Listening to the briefing, something strikes Crow. Do we know if these two attacks are related? And have the terrorists made any demands?" In his experience working for RE, terrorists don't usually attack a target for the sake of carnage. There's usually a message or some form of request involved.

[SeriousOne338]

"Understood. Is it possible to get current images from overhead on the area while we're in-flight? I don't like not knowing where the shooters are."

"I'll see what we can do, if all else fails we can set up a company drone on over watch," says the Man with No Name.

"When do we headoff?"

"Company Plane is wheels up in 30 minutes" Marshall says.

"Do we know if these two attacks are related? And have the terrorists made any demands?"

The Man with no Name says " there has been no demands, or claims of responsibility. We believe that the two events are linked, due to timing. The reason that my employers are hiring Random Encounters is to dis concern who did this act so we can respond appropriately."

[HydroRaven]

Lurking Crow reviews the area maps one last time, gets up and says "Alright, I think I got it. Now, if you don't mind, I have a few last preparations to attend to" to the rest of the room. He then exits, heading to the company armoury to get himself one of those subvocal microphones. Once he's done fitting it properly, he'll rendez-vous with the rest of his team at the airfield, trying to commit the maps' details to memory before departing.