[farothel]

"I can put a ward around the book, no problem," Rache said, "and I'll let you guys handle Mr. J.  In fact, I don't know him, so I couldn't even contact him if I wanted to."

[Crossbow]

"Rybka, let me make the call.  You played lead on the initial meet, so I can be the bad runner and give you a chance to 'fix' anything that goes wrong.  Plus you can devote your full attention to blocking any trace on the call."

[Netzgeist]

Rybka's expression change to a somewhat ironic statue when Smiley mentions her "full atention". Usually that was what has usually set her apart from most faces: she had no attention deficit while sharing her focus on multiple rotes of action. Anyway, that being the case, she could spread her electronic actions even wider while the boy made the call.

"No problem at all, Smiley. I will employ my skills in keeping the call safe for us, all the while keeping a keen ear in your chat with the baddie." This being said, she arranged herself on the seat, preparing to dive into the Matrix.

"I'm going into VR, to have a better check of whatever may be going around in the wireless realm. Behave yourselves."

And her body went limp as her consciousness plunges deep into the shared metaphor which is the language realm of the Matrix.

[Crossbow]

Feeling personally admonished to behave himself, Smiley successfully resists the urge to do some inappropriate.  After giving Rybka a reasonable amount of time to do any getting ready, the Amerind calls the Johnson.

[SeriousOne338]

The screen of you comlink is black for several moments, in the back you cab hear chatting. Then you realize the place the comlink is broadcasting from must be pitch black. Another moment passes and the flickering light of a candle appears and casts shadows on your Johnson's face. Do you have it? his voice is filled with anticipation. 

Right on vacation but popping in via smart phone to keep the game running. So please don't ask rules questions I don't have my books on me.

[Crossbow]

"Mr Johnson, it is my unfortunate responsibility to inform you, in spite of our successful interception of the convoy, that we were unable to recover any commllink in the target vehicle.  I would like to discuss with you the faulty intel we received from you, but considering we have nothing to offer you, I feel it is best if all parties simply walk away from this business healthy and whole."  Smiley, for once, displays a face completely lacking in emotion for comm call.

[Marak1972]

Marak is thinking if it be bad to bring marshmellows to a book burning while fidgeting with the console 

[Netzgeist]

Rybka's awareness is as comfortable on the digital realms of communication as a fish would feel into the water. She swims among the data and make sure that everything is okay: no information being leaked to any eavesdropper, no bug program being stealthily sent among the data packets...

All the while, she maintains a keen ear on Mr. J and Smiley exchange of words, and she is rather pleased with the way the Amerindian puts it. Calm and serene expression, surgical choice of words and enunciation position... The task is in good hands.

[Thvor]

While the 'Rind makes the call, Hank reloads his HK 227-X with a fresh clip of ex-ex and re-fills the partly emptied one.

Once he's done with his housekeeping, he comms Rache. We've got some time while the 'Rind and the 'Russky take care of business. Want to talk? What's your reason for 'Running?

Not speaking out loud to avoid adding background to Smiley's call. No point in giving Mr. J. more information than we need to, right?

[Marak1972]

Marak unconciously pats his guns and smiles . Reloads where he needs to and readjusts them for easy access. Turns on a regae station in his comm to help relax.

[farothel]

Once he's done with his housekeeping, he comms Rache. We've got some time while the 'Rind and the 'Russky take care of business. Want to talk? What's your reason for 'Running?

"After getting fired when the Star lost their contract in Seattle I didn't want to work for Errant," she said over the comm, "And sticking it up to those Errant idiots is quite fun as well."

[Thvor]

Hank chuckles. No love lost for the new guys, I see. Me...I just had nothing better to do after the army decided I was "no longer fit for active duty". Their way of saying that they couldn't prove I hadn't caused the explosion...I suspect some brasshole elf-hater wanted me gone. Damn kid nearly cooked us both, and my reward for surviving was a patch-up job and a quiet discharge. Still, better than what happened to the kid, I guess. I probably could've gotten some construction job--would've let me keep playing with some of my toys--but I wouldn't have been able to stand the boredom. What's the point in living if you don't feel alive, right?

[farothel]

"As long as you don't feel too alive," she sent back, "candles burning bright often burn short."

[Marak1972]

  snickers

[Marak1972]

"Our problems? My only problem is that I might not get paid for doing my job. Here's how I see it: we can assume that the book is what Mr. J wants, give it to him, get paid, and potentially as a side effect empower him to doom the world or some such; not what I'd call a great idea. Or we could try to destroy the book, potentially unleashing the magical equivalent of a good old-fashioned H-bomb in our general vicinity, and then find out (assuming we survive long enough) that Mr. J won't pay us because we can't deliver; I'm not a fan of that one, either. Or we can meet with Mr. J, get paid for hitting the convoy--we can't be blamed for his bad intel--and then find out how to safely dispose of the book. And you know, if that means we need to go find the Press of Doom or whatever, hell, that sounds fun; count me in."

Glancing at the cases next to him, Hank calls out to the troll, "hey, Marak--you ever try one of these drinks? They any good?"

"Ya they pretty good just one helluva aftertaste , but the buzz is worth it mon"  Marak replies after driving "casual"