Ease off, sunshine. Threatening your teammates ain't gonna give you cookiee points. McClane said to Freakazoid, reusing how Patches nicknamed him, lacking proper introduction.
So far Glitch and Mr. Smith had won his confidence as far as professionalism and willigness to be on the team. As for Patches, Rookie a few minutes ago, it felt like they were the two veterans now that they were the ones recruiting. He quickly promoted but McClane was happy to see the man was doing a good job so far and had hos heart in it. It was time to make his point now.
This is a team of runners. What we do is illegal, what we do is dangerous. The shadows are a ruthless, but that' s where we strive. I don't care how you want to call yourself - you can be a expert, a guru, a ninja, a doc - for me you are all runners and part of my team. I'll see to have the mission completed and hopefully that no one get hurt badly doing it, but drek happens, believe me. I don't care who can piss higher than the other. So let all put our ego aside. You don't have to be on this job, but if you do I'm expecting you give 100% of your skills to it.
His eyes hovered over each of his new teammates, and he continued:
Now, if you will, let's get things going. Patches explained already the purpose of the run. What we want now is to get inside the concert warehouse, find and get Nabo's commlink and have our hackers extract the the email he received and trace the sender. Nemesis and Sunshine, if you're with the security team I assume you can get us in. Or at least get us to talk to the security guards for the backstage entrance. That'll help us skip the crowd. I have a Journalist License, maybe Mr.Smith you can convince the guards to let us in for doing a documentary on the crowd. If you find any other reason to get us in be my guest. Once he start singing, his commlink will either be on him or in his lodge or whatever is used for him to get ready. Any questions?