[obidancer]

Just come with me, I'll enlight you on the whole run.
McClane said the name run to let Glitch know what he had stepped into, if he was familiar at all with the term.
Back by the Van, he nods at Patches and M.Smith. This is... why don;t you introduce yourself, Kid.

He sent a quick text to Nemesis. <<Don't know what bother me the most: Old or Friend. Meet at  [Attachements - Gridlink ID# 556712349751]. If you know anyone with strong Hacking skills, bring him with you. >>

[Khotanos]

Following McClane towards the van, Glitch looked over the group milling about. They seemed a decent enough sort (for runners anyway). At the second "Kid" remark however, he bristled just a tad. No problem old timer. Name's Glitch. I'm, well, guess you'd call me a hacker. So, any more details on what exactly it is we are up to?

[Reiper]

I'm heading out back real fast for a smoke, I'll be back in ten minutes, it seems fairly slow right now anyways. Nemesis told the gangster that hired her. She walked outside, and headed to the location McClane told her. She walked up to the van You rang? I know someone who may be interested with your requested skills, crazy troll, but he likes money This better be worth my time, she thought.

She sent a quick message to Freekazoid, <<Hey Freekie, a buddy of mine is requested someone of your specific specialty. We're at:  [Attachements - Gridlink ID# 556712349751], near the Nabo concert tonight. Let us known if you're interested in talking about the money. No details as of yet, but it could be fun and profitable.>>

[irisheathen]

Patch's jaw clenched as he realized what McClane had done "Woah woah woah wait a minute McClane. Are we just picking up strays now? I know we need people but what the hell? I mean what you just walked over to this guy on a hunch and offered him a job? I mean no offense to you Glitch I'm sure your a matrix wiz and all but really? What experience does he have McClane? Does he know there's a chance he could get shot at? The least you could have done was warn me this was part of your plan. Jesus." He turned and walked a few feet fuming and then stopped and pulled one last drag off the cigarette before flicking it out behind the van.

[Necrogigas]

He looked at McClane, "This does seem like a peculiar means of metahuman resource acquisition, but I suppose everything about this assignment has been peculiar." He nodded to Glitch and extended his hand, "In any event, good evening, Mr. Glitch. You may call me Mr. Smith."

[obidancer]

I hear ya, Patches. It seems unusual but trust me on this one. I've seen him before hanging with some gang I know - well one of its members at least - and it is no coincidence I just noticed him again in the crowd. These kids are geniuses with computer and electronics, I have a gut feeling we need to give him his chance to experience the shadows. And if Hitch was good enough I'm sure Glitch will too.

I tell you what, I'll vouch for him if he messes up, ok? Plus, I'm bringing back up in his field just in case. By the way Glitch, the Doc is right, you may get shot, that's part of the business. Consider yourself warned. Welcome to the Shadows.

McClane was talking with his usual nonchalance, but he knew he was taking a risk this Glitch. There was something about him though, he couldn't pinpoint. Maybe the Dark King was stirring them in a specific direction. Risk and danger weren't something McClane was afraid of anymore. Not since 'He' became his mentor.

See Patches, we got bad luck with the initial team, but it looks like the cards are turning. Nemesis was an imposing Ork lady for sure. He barely knew her, but reckoned he should not get on her bad side. He couldn't tell how sexy Orks would fine her, but she was much too big for his taste. She may just be the muscle they needed though. More intriguing though was how fast she showed up and the shirt she was wearing with the big 'Security' on it.

We all like money. He'll get the same share as anyone once the mission is accomplished. He said about her buddy. Now tell me one thing. What the drek are you doing at this concert with this shirt on. You are aware what we're about to do is pretty much opposite to what you're supposed to do wearing this, right?

He had barely time to pause that a 'skinny' Troll with Orange hair and neon horns. He was about the same size as the elf Mr.Smith, and the Ork Nemesis. Not too impressive for a Troll.
He turned toward Patches with a sorry expression on his face. He wasn't expecting that to show up. He trusted that Nemesis had called for someone with skills. But appearance did matter sometimes! Exchanging looks with Patches, he just shrugged his shoulder. I guess I got myself a team, finally.

[Reiper]

Nemsis smiled, "girls gotta work ya know. Got a call last night saying that one of the scheduled s'cutity guards got themselves shot, and you know me, I like the money. Of course I'm getting paid to be s'curity here, and as ya said you aint here to help out wit that, So whats in it for me and is it gonna get me shot at?"  She was hoping that McClains little plan was going to let her still get paid by her employers too.

[Aryeonos]

Gary peered over the purple and white map node, the AR data overlaid on his mapsoft showing the mass of pulsing blips, each one a comlink. Several "Hidden" links showed up as well, standing out as dark grey blips without a radiating pulse. Gary's paws pantomimed resting on a pair of AR windows as he examined each dot, meticulously peering over each one, using DNI to expand info tooltips on each blip. After a long moment of examining the map he touched each blip flagging them in AR for security to pay special attention to. Just as Gary was about to start eavesdropping on the hidden nodes an electric orange AR bubble appeared, a private text message from one of the security guards.

<<Hey Freekie, a buddy of mine is requested someone of your specific specialty. We're at:  [Attachements - Gridlink ID# 556712349751], near the Nabo concert tonight. Let us known if you're interested in talking about the money. No details as of yet, but it could be fun and profitable.>>

Gary's ears folded back at the mention of "Profitable", nothing says, "This will hurt you." like "Could be Profitable." Even so, his work for the time being was mostly done for the next 5 minutes, and he could resume work at a distance anyway. Gary thought about why he even felt the urge to listen, maybe it was Nabo or maybe it was the fact that he was providing yet another advantage to this lowlife gang. Though the thought of the crowd paying out the nose for a mediocre and overpriced show almost made Gary happy, the thought of them actually enjoying themselves and making Nabo that much more wealthy dashed that.

Gary closed his AR windows and took off on his skates, luckily he had told security he'd be moving around allot, so the wouldn't think much of him taking off down the block. Despite how comfy the skates usually were on his paws, and how big the two wheels were, the rough roads were murder on his form. I don't know why I thought it'd be a good idea to stand around in skates for hours.

Just a few moments latter Gary came to a powerslide halt just a few meters from the the gridlinked ID local. Gary shot a text message back at Erica, an Ork woman who seemed to have a knack for getting Gary in trouble.
<<No no, it's not like I was working or anything.... These guys friends of yours Erica? Nevermind, look I'm getting paid 1'200 Nu' a night to keep this place tight and on the level, and they said they won't shoot me, so I mean, good HR right there. And please, before you start, tell me this isn't the rival gang here to shoot up Nabo and they want me to let them in or else.>>

[Reiper]

<<No no, it's not like I was working or anything.... These guys friends of yours Erica? Nevermind, look I'm getting paid 1'200 Nu' a night to keep this place tight and on the level, and they said they won't shoot me, so I mean, good HR right there. And please, before you start, tell me this isn't the rival gang here to shoot up Nabo and they want me to let them in or else.>>

Nemesis sent a message back <<I'm here on physical security, but a little extra cash on the side couldn't hurt, worst case scenario, if these guys are trying to take out Nabo then we may get a reward for turning 'em in. Might even get a vite to go on tour. But I don't think McClain is much for assassinations, a little too violent and public for his tastes. Sides this may be a double payday..>>

She reached back and scratched her spine, her pinky barely pressing against the handle of her Predator in its holster, then she leaned against the vehicle.

[Khotanos]

Glitch was a little taken aback by McClain willing to vouch for him. Trust was not something that was usually just handed out. He might have to stick by the old man. Though he did chuckle at the "Matrix wizard" commment; close enough to the truth. If I'm the one getting shot at, someone has really fragged things all to hell. But yeah, I get that getting shot at is part of running.

[Aryeonos]

<<Running? Erica these guys are talking about terrorism here? Why did you go and involve me in this?>>

[Reiper]

<<Running? Erica these guys are talking about terrorism here? Why did you go and involve me in this?>>

<<If its a bad plan, we can walk away. If its a good enough plan, we can get paid twice without losing favor with our boss, and gain some more street rep. C'mon, there is no harm in finding out what McClain's job is is there?>>

[Aryeonos]

<<Plenty, especially if it involves murder. But then again,  you've never struck me as the murder for the money type, I just hope your friends are the same. But hey, if I get to tamper with Nabo's audio channels.... Bonus points for them.>>

[irisheathen]

Patches took a deep breath and turned around "Yeah McClane your a regular fixer." He glanced around at the gathered group before continuing. "The job pays 10,000 to recover an old optical disc holding some music data. We got a tip that someone had tried to sell Nabo one just like it recently. We need to confirm this and get as much info on the seller as possible to track them down. So I guess the question is; are you in?" Patches lit another smoke as the last question sunk in "Ok everybody is still here so any questions comments suggestions? I mean it might be helpful if we knew everybody's specialties first."

[Aryeonos]

Wait wait, what is this, The Italian Job: Crowd-source Edition? You just drag a couple people off the street and.... wait 10'000? How uh'... How many people you roped into this?