[irisheathen]

<<We're in a van in the back parking lot [Attachements - Gridlink ID# 556712349751]>>

"McClane, Smith is here already. I tried digging up a layout of the place but got zilch. I did dig up the fact that Nabo loves the girls. Rumors of three different pop star romances, including Mary Mercury. He also seems to spend a lot of time alone with his groupies. Any luck on getting us a hacker?" Patches peered out the windshield looking for Smith.

[Khotanos]

Damn, how to get in? I'm obviously not the guards type. How're they handling tickets? Stamps? Wristbands? Commlink? I really need to get out more. He leans against a building a lights up a smoke, and shifts his focus to the digital plane. Maybe I'll get lucky out here. And a little help might be very useful with all these people. Drawing on the data flowing around him, Glitch pulls a small sprite from out of the air.


Attempting to compile a Data Sprite, rating 4
My Compiling (4) + Resonance (5) = 9 pool  = 9d6.hits(5)=5
VS. Sprites rating (4) = 4 pool = 4d6.hits(5)=0
5 services owed
Fading is equal to hits generated by sprite = 0
As the sprite is rating 3-5, it gains one additional Complex Form. I am choosing Sniffer.


All right little buddy, I got a favor to ask. Mind checking out the guys over there, the ones selling the way overpriced tickets? I need to know if there's a way we can get me a ticket without the huge fee. Just try not to get caught, ok? He knew the sprite would obey to the best of it's abilities even if he demanded it, but he figured being nice to something smarter than a lot of the people he met was just a smart thing to do. Especially considering how little he knew about where they came from, or went back to. Maybe they all talked with each other about the people they served. The thought always made him wonder; and he knew the importance of a good rep in this world.

[Necrogigas]

Reed made his way to back parking lot as indicated. He got more than a few funny looks for wearing a suit, Let the trash scoff. He saw a van with a Gridlink ID matching the one he was given. He walked up to the van, seeing two men matching the photos he was given. He nodded politely and offered his hand, "Mr. Patches, Mr. McClane."

[obidancer]

What do you mean they left?
Said McClane as he seemed to have received a call.
-Just like that? How can they just leave on a run?
-I understand Johnson will get pissed off.... Yeah yeah, and your reputations gonna suffer, I hear you, Smiley.
-Look, Patches and I are still on it. I tell you what, I'll take care of getting a team together; we're gonna get that disk, Johnson will be happy and your reputation ok.
-Yeah sure I can manage to get a team together, I know people... Sort of... Just remember what I'm doing for you here.

The call ended and McClane informed Patches about the others in the team just deciding the run wasn't worth their time.

He thought for a second about what Patches had just told him about the groupies, then got an idea. The only ork runner he knew was this female name Nemesis. She wasn't attractive to his standards, but again, he didn't know what ork males were into these days.
He sent her a short message. "if you can make it to Nabo's concert in 20min, I got a job for you. Getting a team together. McClane."

He got out the van, Mr Smith was coming. He just shook his hand, barely looking at him, his sight fixed on someone else in the crowd. McClane so had his way with people.... Hold your thoughts for a second He said to Smith as he walked toward his target. A young man who just lit up a cigarette. (Glitch)
Got light, kid? How 'bout a job and a future?

[irisheathen]

Patches got out of the van with a sigh and lite a cigarette -this run is already turning into a debacle-. He turned to Smith and shook his hand as his cybereyes turned from a bright blue to a storm grey. "Nice to meet you sir. Any questions so far?"

[Necrogigas]

"I need the specifics of this job Mr. Patches, and isn't it odd to be putting a team together in the middle of a job?"

[irisheathen]

"Yes, yes it is. Unfortunately after taking the job most of the other runners decided it wasn't worth their time. Me and McClane had already left to follow up this lead so instead of giving up we decided to put a team togeather ourselves. " He took a long drag and exhaled through his nose before continuing. "What we're looking for some music-related data on a old-style optical disk. We are also responsible for tracking down and eliminating any other copies. Our employer doesn't care how we get the disc back but if we can broker a deal with the thief they will cover the cost. They want it done fast without damage to the original disc." He paused and looked over at McClane talking to the other stranger before continuing "As for compensation their offering 10,000 nuyen for the job, with half up front and the other half on completion."

[Necrogigas]

Reed nodded at Patches explanation of the situation, "I suppose good help is hard to find these days. I do hope the individuals that broke contract did not retain their percentages of the advance payment. Also, can we put trust in a Johnson that would hire so many unreliable runners?

[Khotanos]

Switching over to AR, he looked over the man addressing him. Light, I can do. he says as he tosses his lighter over. As for the rest, maybe, maybe not. Who are you, and who sent you? He was a tad paranoid to begin with, and this was just odd. But he made sure to try and keep his tone, and posture, neutral and non threatening.

[irisheathen]

He shrugged "Nope we got the payment and as for the Johnson I'm fairly sure he's on the up and up. He pulled another drag off the cigarette and looked thoughtful for a moment. "I hear your an expert in the music industry. Can you tell us anything useful about Nabo? And secondly do you have any other useful skills? And before you ask McClane says he's a detective and a spell slinger. I'm a rigger and a medic. He glanced back over at McClane slightly distracted -What the hell is that old codger doing now?-

[Necrogigas]

"In a previous life, I was a contract negotiator and talent manager for musical acts. As such I can handle the Johnson at the bargaining table, and on the job I can get most people to do what I want. As for Nabo; he's born and raised in Redmond, affiliated with the Black Fangs gang, and known to take care of friends from his old neighborhood. From the looks of things, security here consists of members of the Black Fangs, and that's problematic. If they were professional security, I could play the part of media executive and browbeat them into letting us in. With these men though...I'm not confident about that approach. Have either of you formulated a plan for gaining access?"

[obidancer]

McClane caught the lighter and lit up another cigarette. After taking a puff, he continued.
Divine intervention brought me. I need a good decker, or what is it you kids call themselves these day? Oh yeah Hacker. I need a good hacker to access a link, find an email and trace the message back to its originator. Upon retrieving the 'object' the mail is about, you can get up to 1000 nuyens. And if you're good at what you do I may consider keeping you for a more permanent job.

We both know what you're here for and that ain't for the music. I'm giving you the chance to make a name for yourself, and make money doing so. If you can make a decision within two minutes that is. Sorry for the rush.

He offered the lighter back, starring at the young man in the eyes, waiting for his decision. He wasn't gonna bargain.

[Aryeonos]

No matter how brightly coloured, how striking, or how well (Or poorly for that matter) he fit in, when there was a crowd that had to be somewhere, Gary was invisible.

Hovering at the edge of the crowd, fiddling about on his skates, Gary typed away at no less than 5 neon tinted AR displays, various info pips surrounded the lambent windows, slowly circling like the teeth of an ancient clock's gears. Gary flicked about the motion based commands on one of AR windows, launching a sniffer program to intercept traffic, looking for hidden nodes trying to probe the warehouse the crowd so eagerly tried to get into. While he waited on the sniffer Gary opened up the minimized VOIP window to Paroquet, his long time friend of many years whom he had never met in person.

"I can't believe I took this 'gig', I mean, sure I'm crushing matrix space, snipping links- whatever. But seriously? I'm a Security analyst, napping signals and fuzzy matrix traffic is a joke, I mean, what kind of band hires someone to stop free publicity? Don't they know that people selling trids of their shows brings up their awareness? Hell I might sneak a free peek and sell it latter, that is of course of Nabo isn't so bad that I'll have to restrain myself from hacking his sound sys' and blasting some 'Totally Awesome Jackal Love Symphony' or something else as obnoxiously catchy."

While Gary lamented his job over the mental conversation he launched forth a virtual webwork of AR windows. Thick caloused paws skittering over the AR widgets, pulling dials widgets, running gesture based commands and typing away at his keyboards. To anyone else he was just another social network junkey blathering away on his blogs about how he was going to see Nabo.

IP 1: Free Action, Set PAN to hidden mode
Complex Action, Spoofing my Comcode:
Hacking + Software (2) test, dicepool of 16
[3,4,3,1,1,1,2,5,2,5,2,5,1,6,5,1] = (5)
I'd say that's a success. Sorry accidently added my Logic to the dicepool.
8d6.hits(5) → [3,1,6,6,5,4,2,4] = (3)
There, fixed that, and success.
IP 2: Complex action, Run Program, Scan (Rating 6) [there was a mixup on my character where I didn't have Scan and had firewall 6, I corrected it, my firewall is now 5 as it should be.]
IP 3: Complex action, I Run my IC (Rating 4)
IP 4: Simple action, issue command to the IC, "Run Scan for any Icons in this node that doesn't have my Access ID" Simple Action, issue command to the IC, "Initiate Alert if a non whitelisted Icon is detected." (Alerts are only apparent to the node and admin accounts, intruding Icons are not alerted.)

Next action phase, (We're not in combat I assume this is okay.)
IP 1: Complex Action, Run Program, Sniffer (Rating 3)
IP 2: Complex Action, Run Program, Track (Rating 3)
IP 3: Complex Action, Run Program, Encrypt (Rating 6)
IP 4: Complex Action, Run Program, Decrypt (Rating 3)

Next Action Phase, Feel free to break these up if you want, but this has only been 6 seconds so far.)
IP 1: Free Action Detect Active/Passive nodes, I automatically detect all Active/Passive nodes within signal range.
Simple Action, I encrypt my node (Rating 6)
Simple Action, I encrypt my communication link (My network traffic)
IP 2: Complex Action, Run Program, Trace
IP 3: Detect Hidden Node, I scan for any hidden nodes within signal range (Signal 4, 1 Kilometer)
Electronic Warfare + Scan (15, 1 Combat Turn) Extended test. My dicepool is 4+6 (10)
[1,5,2,4,3,4,5,2,6,1] = (3)
I just mass rolled for the extended test...Task complete in 15 Seconds.

[Reiper]

I'm going back for a quick break. She checks her comm link message that's been blinking for a few minutes, What do you know, my old friend McClain, you know you still owe me a drink from the game a while back. Its a small world, they have me working security for your show now. Don't tell me you're trying to make life interesting for me..

She looks around inside to make sure she doesn't see anything too suspicious.


6d6.hits(5) → [1,4,3,5,2,1] = (1) Glitch
6d6.hits(5)=1

[Khotanos]

Glitch took the "kid" comment in stride, and took his lighter back. I'll admit, I was not expecting an honest answer. Rents due soon enough, so yeah, I'm in. Tell me more.

Ok, you can come back with what you've got for now little buddy.


Rolling for the Sprite using Sniffer
Rating 4 + Sniffer 4 = 8 dice pool
8d6.hits(5)=1
Entirely up to GM what this does...