[irisheathen]

" So what are we looking for? Back door?" Patches zipped up the jumpsuit and checked the stick n' shock ammo in his pistol before holstering it and taking the wheel manually.

[Necrogigas]

Malcolm Reed was sitting at home idly going through some music blogs when he got a call from his fixer Norman Keyes, "Smith, I've gotten word of a job that might be up your alley. A friend of a friend is doing some investigation into a missing disk, seems to be related to the music business. You interested?" Reed hesitated for a moment, Smith...then that means this is shadow business. Time to jump in I suppose, you did agree to become a runner. Reed replied, "What's the pay and what other details can you give me Mr. Keyes?"

[irisheathen]

As they we're pulling around the side of the warehouse his comm went off and he listened to the message from Silvia. "Hey, uh, the contact who gave me the tip says she knows someone who's got alot of connections in the entertainment biz. I think he's a runner. She wants to know if she can give him my number. What do you think? "

[obidancer]

As long as I keep at least the same share at the end, I can only welcome more expertise. And if what your contact said is true, experience in the music industry can definitely be a plus.
McClane gave a closer look at the back of the warehouse, keeping a mental note on the number of security people, potential groupies and gangers that just hang there for lack of better purpose in their miserable life.

[irisheathen]

"You are an angel darlin'. Yes please give the man my number." Patches backed into a empty parking space behind the warehouse in the shadows just within sight of the backdoor. He put it into park, and killed all the lights before speaking "So whats the plan old timer?" Patches smiled in good humor without taking his eyes off of the group at the back door.

[jonathanc]

Patches:
"Alright, I'll make sure he has the contact info. Sounds like you got a rough draw, with half your team dropping out before the run started. Good luck Patches. Come back in one piece." Silvia's tone was playful, almost mocking, but you could hear a tinge of real concern in her voice.


Mr. Smith:
Keyes sighed, and you could mentally picture his casual shrug. "If you want the details, you'll have to talk to the team; this isn't one of my jobs. I'm just passing this along as a friend; a bartender I know is friends with some guy who's on a job that could use a hand from someone who knows the entertainment biz. Sounds like they're coming up a little short on manpower. If you're interested, you can contact him at this number..."

Glitch:
You've made it to the edge of Redmond, where you'd heard about some kind of big rock show tonight. Nabo? You'd heard his name come up in the news from time to time...local boy done good, that kind of thing. The crowd outside of the warehouse was enormous, and you could see the sharks circling around the tourists who'd come to the slums for a good time. Grifters, scalpers, pickpockets....and who knows what else.


Everybody: Perception tests, please. Also, if you intend to hide yourselves within the crowd, please also roll Infiltration (urban specialty applies, if you have it)

[Necrogigas]

Reed nodded, though the gesture meant nothing during a comm call, "Right, well thank you Mr. Keyes. Have a good evening." He disconnected the call and then send a call to the mystery number, "Good evening, my name is Mr. Smith. I've been informed that you require my familiarity with the music industry. Shall we discuss the terms of my employment?"

[irisheathen]

"Wait the other runner is calling." Patches quickly routed the comm call through the van so McClane could hear and speak as well.

"Good evening, my name is Mr. Smith. I've been informed that you require my familiarity with the music industry. Shall we discuss the terms of my employment?"

Patches mild southern accent answered "Hello Mr. Smith, someone with inside knowledge of the music industry could be quite helpful to us." He cut a glance at McClane and reached over into the glove box pulling out a piece of electronic paper. Focusing Patches spelled out -How much do we offer him?-


Perception:7d6.hits(5)=2

[obidancer]

There's a 10000 ¥ reward on finding an optical disk, its content and its thief, to be split evenly among whoever is left standing after all that drek. Should be a straight forward job, we're on a lead at the moment, trying to get to a Nabo, the ork singer. Meet us at the warehouse where the concert is taking place, Patches here will ping you the address. I am McClane by the way, welcome to the club.
McClane thanked Patches for sharing the comm. He had been straight with the money, whoever would step in to get the job done should get his share.

well kid, you wanted the plan, here it is: according to what your girl told you, that Nabo guy received an email from someone trying to sell an optical disk. We need to find that someone, we either check with Nabo if he knows who contacted him, or get our hands on his 'link, extract the email and try track down the sender, hence my earlier question about your hacking skills. I'd see while we're here we do both. Interrogate the Ork and get the email's originator from his link. It ain't gonna happen on stage so that's why I'd like to get backstage.
While we're at it let me think if I can get a good hacker to help us...

[spoiler="Perception Roll"]Perception:
 13E5 => 4 | die: D6, ones: 1
4 Successes (check my signature for roll result page)[/spoiler]

[Necrogigas]

"The terms are agreed too." Using his bathroom mirror and cybereyes, Reed took a photo himself that he sent to the two, "I've sent a photo of myself for the purposes of identification when we rendezvous, I ask for reciprocation." After hearing their reply to his request, "I will contact you once I've arrived at the venue. Mr. McClane, Mr. Patches." With that he disconnect the call and got dressed, opting for his business suit over his drab lined coat. He intended to make it clear to his new compatriots that he was not some lowly gutter scum. He placed his hold-out pistol in the integrated holster of his suit, and in his pocket he place his extendable baton. After getting in his car, he reassured himself that his heavy pistol and the spare clips were still in the glove box. After plugging the address for the concert into his car's computer and letting Grid Guide do the work for him, he began looking up details on Nabo. He'd seen the name on various blogs and read some opinion reviews before, but didn't really know anything beyond the cursory.

[spoiler=Photo of Mr. Smith]
He's an elf with bright baby blue cybereyes that look almost organic, and sleek black hair that he keeps in a typical business cut. He has the stereotypical elegant and trideogenic features common to his metatype.
[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Data Search - Nabo]
Data Search 3 + Browse 5 = Pool 8
8d6.hits(5) → [1,5,1,6,3,5,5,3] = (4)
[/spoiler]

[Khotanos]

Glitch wandered through the crowd enjoying the feeling of so much data traffic in one area. Hopefully this night won't be a total fraggin' waste. He glanced over the crowd of fans, security, and people trying to make a couple nuyen where ever crowds gathered. Here's hoping somebody has some decent paydata. He checks himself over, making sure his commlink is easily visible.

Perception roll<a href=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3891436/>5d6.hits(5)=1</a>

[irisheathen]

While McClane was trying to find them a hacker Patches snapped a photo of his partner and sent it along with the address and a stored photo of himself to Smith. Then he decided to check and see if he could find some answers on the matrix. He started out looking for more info on Nabo and possibly a layout of the inside of the warehouse. It never hurts to have more info on who your looking for and where they are. Hell while I'm at it I should check on TixList to see if anyone is trying to get rid of some backstage passes.


I have no idea what I need to roll. 

[Necrogigas]

While sifting through the data on Nabo, Reed sent a message to one of his contacts, Miranda Cruz.

<<MMS::Miranda Cruz: [Attachements - Patches.jpg, McClane.jpg]  Good evening Ms. Cruz, I was hoping you might recognize these two gentlemen and know what their reputations are. I would consider it a great favor, if you could relay what you might know about them.>>

[jonathanc]

Patches:
There are no updated layouts of the warehouse available on the Matrix. It was likely just a big empty rectangle to start with, prior to being converted. Info on Nabo is easy to come by: he's originally from Redmond, he has a prior criminal record, he's rumored to be dating 3 pop starlets that you may or may not have heard of, and he's known to be pretty fond of groupies.

Mr. Smith:
Your search turns up some basic info about Nabo: he's born and bred in Redmond, affiliated with the Black Fangs gang, and known to take very good care of his friends from the old neighborhood. He's also extremely popular at the moment, and the show that you are heading to is sold out.

It takes some time before Miranda responds with anything on the photos. "Couple of Shadowrunners, I think. Faces match up to a couple of names, probably aliases. My guess would be that they're still building their reps, because nobody's after them yet."

McClane:
Across the street, you see a slender man observing the crowd (including you). His gaze doesn't linger on you, but it definitely looks like he's taking the measure of the crowd. He has one hand on a commlink, and it seems likely that he's doing something on the Matrix. You've heard that hackers sometimes troll big crowds like this looking for easy marks.

Glitch:
Being a bit closer to the entrance than the others, you can see the doormen flirting with a trio of curvy ork girls, who are probably trying to con their way back stage. Viewing the scene in AR, you can see that the scalpers are selling tickets for 500 nuyen a pop.

[Necrogigas]

<<SMS::Miranda Cruz: Thank you for your assistance. Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Cruz.>>

Reed finally arrived at the venue, parked his car and hoped it didn't get stolen. He made his way towards the warehouse as he called up Patches.

<<Commcall:: Patches: Mr. Patches, I've arrived at the venue. Where are you and Mr. McClane located?>>

Even as he asked this, he scanned the area for the two.

[spoiler=Perception Check]
Perception 4 + Intuition 4 + Vision Enhancement R3 3 = Pool 11
11d6.hits(5) → [3,3,4,3,1,6,4,2,6,2,3] = (2)
[/spoiler]