DW Introduction

GM: Elena
Players: Whiskey Slim, Kalavati, Tim, Chaz, Elena
Synopsis: The team was hired to escort a group of scientists to a secret meeting point. Un beknonw them the expected oposition already knows where one of the stops will be. Well, they prepared an ambush along the road.
Other than that a few gangers and racist natives pose a challenge.
Date: May 30th 2071

+ Preliminaries

The Meet

As so often a trusted source contacts several of those deniable assets, called shadowrunners by so many, it seems some Amerindina business in the PCC requires some people of your sort. The call offres 5K just to meet with the J and speaks of about 30K to finish the job. Some escort mission of sorts is the word. But what or who has to be escorted is not said.

The meet will be a small office, somewhere in the FTZ. Several chairs and a large desc, J behind it are waiting. Elena obviously had been the first to arrive, maybe the first to get contacted. She sits on a chair to the furthest left of the table. J is an mid aged Amerindian. He wears a non-descript, if quite valuable suit, of quite well make.

Tim got the call from Elena. He had promised her that if she needed him he would come. And so he travelled to the destination a part of Denver he had yet to visit. Once there he entered the office and nodded to the J before giving a slight smile to Elena and sitting down to await the discussion.

Whiskey probably gets a call from Elena, and drives to near the meet spot then walks the rest of the way. Getting into the PCC is not much of a problem for a native so he just kind of shows up. Following Kalavati in he mumble to Coyote *No ju leaf her lone…ju know who she is…ju know why…no dat will make Smoke mad…no do no call her names…wha is wrong wit ju…*

Johnson looks the assembled crew over. Oddity seems to be a thing he was not disturbed about, after all he had a robes woman in white, a cowboy, an oddly dressed girl and a troll who seems to talk to himself in this team. Nothing of that even causes him to raise an eyebrow. He has a definite amerindian accent to his words as he starts to speak.
Welcome. I have assembled you here because an operation of mine is in danger to fail due to some unwanted attention from a rival. I have assembled another group of individuals that need an escort to an secret place in the PCC. This would require you to possess a PCC SIN, fake or real, cause I'd need you to cross the border legally to cause less attention. If you have none, then I might be able to help out for a little … fee deducted from your payment. All you have to do is to get your charges savely to their destination. The group also has some supplies to get with them, so you would have to take care of that as well. Suitable vehicles will be provided by me, to be handed back after the job. Any questions?"

Elena shakes her head, she had a more thorough talk with J before and she already agreed to join this mission, so no more questions from her side.

Tim says "I'll need that PCC SIN. Fake is fine with me as long as it passes inspections." He shrugs "Other than that, you say it's a secret location… Is our word that we will keep that secret enough or will we be detained there for a short time?"

*Me need a SIN me is bored with da one me gots…well maybe we go do dat next weekend…well me is goin ta tell da guy* Whiskey turns "me need thingy to cross border legally but udder den dat me is ok fo providin security fo ju truck me name is Jonny Morrison by da way.

Kalavati essentially relaxes into her seet as she brings one of her feet up, moving it over to cross her legs over eachother, locking them together at the knee as she lifts her hands infront of herself to cross her forearms over her torso in a rather plain manner. She shifts her eyes to look the J over, not paying much attention to the others around herself before she shrugs her shoulders slightly. "I'd definately need a li'l assistance with th'whole SIN situation, yeah…" she lets out rather quietly toward the man as her expression doesn't seem to change, "But… I'm curious 'bout th'rival, yeah. As escorts for th'group you assembled an' all 'at, what sort of opposition'll we be expected t'face an' all 'at?"

Johnson shrugs, "You will not know the exact location. The group will go to the secret location with me after you got them through the more delicate parts. I cannot be involved at that time, as I have eyes on myself. It was quite hard to get away from prying eyes for this meeting." He nods to Whiskey's words and then turns to Kalavati, "Well, it's a political rival and I expect him to hire a team such as you. I have no idea what contacts the man has, but I am quite sure they will not be the lowest rung, expect some medicore to serious challenge if you have to face them. The mission would be off course to prevent that if at all possible. But most of all to get the scientists you have to guard to their destination and make sure they arrive there unharmed."

"Whats is we transportin?" Whiskey asks kind of as a side note

Tim nods accepting the 'get them to point a and we will get them to secret point b' strategy. He sits back and listens for now and hopes he hasn't gotten into something he's going to regret or not survive.

"What sort of location issit? Like, completely urban an' on th'highway or someshit'? A forested area 'at's all over the PCC or somethin' like that?" Kalavati asks the man, before adding, "How concerned shoul' we be with interference from ol' one time? So I know what sort of equipment t'bring an' try t'sneak past th'border if I can get away with it." she asks, likely asking about the police or something similar as she begins to repeatedly bounce one of her legs as her attention remains focused the most on the J.

Johnsons shrugs to Whiskey's words, "Nothing too bad. Some lab gear and some provisions. Not even illegal. I just want the people to get to their work unnoticed by the oposition. These men are botanical experts and some top authorities in the fields of biology. Nothing that would warrant too extreme attention, if it weren't for my special situation with my rival." He then turns to Kalavati replying, "You will escort them from here to an urban area in the PCC. This will be a three days trip. I have planned out stops and provided provisions and lodging along the way. You will travelling as a tourist group, so I doubt many people will look twice. I'd suggest to refrain from anything too illegal. I will not be able to provide security passes for a group of tourists. And you will not be official bodyguards."
The man either has the best pokerface you have ever seen or he seems to be honest with his words. But then. He already admitted to be some kind of politician.

+ Assensing roll

Kalavati nods her head very slightly toward the man as a very small frown begins to form onto her face before she turns her head from side to side, glancing at the three others around her before focusing her attention back onto the Johnson. "S'what sort of transportation're you providin' for us?" she asks the man as he leg stops bouncing; her thighs moving to slowly uncross them as she plants her foot back down onto the floor beneath her seat, "Like, anything at all with any sort of hidden compartments so we can pass a li'l bit of extra equipment through th'checkpoint? Or will pretty much all of our shit be ‘procure on site`? Or, rather… What kind of provisions’d you provide for us?"

Whiskey Slim says in Navajo, "* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ***"

+ translation

Johnson shakes his head towards Kalavati, "This is a simple escort mission. Keep to short arms and inobvious gear. I expect no real troubles unless you bring some into this.", he says. Towards Whiskey slim he merely nods.

Realizing he's the rookie in this group, Tim just sits back and keeps quiet.

"Oh, I'd planned after you tol' me th'location an' all 'at, yeah." Kalavati tells the Johnson as she nods her head very slightly toward him; her arms slowly uncrossing as she lowers them down to the sides of her seat, gripping it softly as she scoots herself a very tiny bit closer to the desk for some reason or another before settling back down. "I'm mostly concerned with all 'at due to th'border check, yeah. I'd never been to that sector, but… I'd heard nothin' but bad things 'bout it, y'know?" she explains, though there's a possiblity, considering her profession, that she may be lying about that particular situation. "Having been there yourself… What're your thoughts on th'security at th'check?"

Elena shrugs, for the fist time interfering, "I see no Problems for the crossing as long as we keep a low profile. Due to the nature of the PCC there is a lot of traffic crossing that border. We just need to go during a rush hour time and no one will glance twice.", she says.

Whiskey Slim says "wha border is we crossin?"

Johnson blinks, "Well, I guess I told you that you have to escort a group from here to the PCC.", he then says. "How many borders are there?", for a moment he looks doubtfull at the troll.

"That's definately th'best time, yeah." Kalavati says as she turns her head to the side, looking toward Elena, nodding slightly toward her in agreement with her statement, "But I'm jus' sayin', more as an ‘if` factor, y’know?" she explains. She turns her head to stare rather blankly toward the troll without a word, possibly curious about his question herself, though after a very short moment, she lifts one of her hands upward, pulling it back to shove it down into one of the pockets of her hoodie for a moment, reaching around as if she were possibly checking for something as she shifts her attention back toward the J. "We were gettin' a good five grand jus' f'showin' up here, right?" she asks, "I mean, I accept th'job an' all, but… I'm jus' sayin', yeah."

Tim speaks up and asks. "How long will it be before you get us the SINS and ID's?"

J nods, "Yes, 5,000 nuyen for showing up.", he says spreading out the credsticks. Not handing one to Elena, though. He then turns to Tim, "I was so free to prepare one for each of you. All you need to do is add your biometric parameters.", he then adds. "And that the sticks can do with their own sensors. The system will make them valid after you connect them to the grid for the first time when data has been exchanged between the sticks and the system."

Tim nods and accepts the credstics and the new SIN as he awaits further instructions from his employer.

Kalavati pushes herself to stand up and pulls her hand from her pocket, not really carrying anything in it at all as she steps forward, a bit closer to the desk before she reaches down and takes one of the credsticks, pulling it back to herself as she holds it up, infront of her chest to stare down at it as she slowly backs away, moving back to her seat before she slowly lowers herself down into the chair. She pulls her free hand back, taking her tiny, thin, silver pocket secretary from it and moves it infront of herself. She simply slots the credstick into a designated spot in the bottom of it, leaving it inserted into the device as she begins to move both of her thumbs to manipulate it, possibly transferring a tiny bit of information to it as she quietly asks, "S'when's all 'is goin' t'be goin' down? Like, tomorrow or somethin'? Week from now?"

Johnson then rises and places a chip on the table, "The vital data is on this chip. This includes the meet with your charges, the route to travel, remember you have only tourist visa for the PCC, and the stops I have arranged for you. I suggest you keep this data secret to make sure no one disturbs your work. Times are on this as well."

Tim slots the SIN into his poc-sec and encodes a new name for himself 'Charles Owen'.
Once he has finished with the SIN he takes the data chip and downloads the info into this poc-sec. Once downloaded he has the little comp encrypt the info and puts the chip back on the table for the others.

Kalavati lowers her pocket secrety down infront of herself as she leans forward quite a bit and pushes herself to stand up like before, reaching out rather far to grasp one of the chips before she lowers herself back down, holding it in her palm as she resumes the manipulation of her pocket secretary. "A'right, I think I'm out of questions, then, yeah." she says with a very small laugh as she continues to put in the remaining basic information, or whatever it is that she's doing as it could really be anything concerning the nature of the situation.

+ New SIN names

The Escort

Elena was merely taking her armor and wearing it under her robes. The robes being concealing enough to hide most of that armor. Few as it were anyway. She then sat into the next bus to move to the prearranged meeting point with the scientists. Arriving there she waits patiently for the rest of the team as well as their charges to arrive.

Tim having no real contacts in the Denver area and no real political savvy with anyone either simply opted to wing it and play it all by ear. Still since he was given a new sin/id he felt it best to change his appearance some during this trip. The armored clothing is put beneath non western styled clothing something more in the line of a loose long sleeved tunic and basic faded jeans. His boots have been replaced with high top sneakers, his cowboy hat a ball cap and his class ring is once again on a chain around his neck. to top it off he's got his sunglasses and dyed his hair a slightly different shade than it normally is. Skivvies and extra clothing packed he arrives at the destination point and smiles at Elena.

Whiskey shows up in a van and parks away from the meeting site he watches and waits looking both astral and physical for spirits and watchers to see who is interested in them. Other than his trusty pipehawk and armor he does not carry much more than he carries for walking around town, satchel bag, firstaid kit, cool dark goggles.

Preparing herself for the actual work portion of the job, Kalavati had decided to take rather ordinary clothing with herself, a tiny form-fitting layer of armor underneath her clothing, as well as a secure hoodie to wear over all of it, though the weather out doesn't hint at it being all too cold. She had begun to pack quite a bit of clothing in a very large, single, massive, black suitcase that she had also used to conceal a simple handgun of her's among all of the random bits of ordinary street clothing. Arriving at the destination, dragging the suitcase behind her, she approaches the familiar woman who happened to be part of the team, giving her a small nod as she continues to hold her serious, focused expression on her face.

+ Whiskey Scouting

Not too long after that a pair of nondescript looking Ford-Cannada Bisons drove down to the meet. There were a few people in there, about 8 plus two driving. All of them familiar faces from the chip you have gotten. There is a lot of gear in the cars as well, making this look like camping trip, there is even a few rifles to be seen among the stuff, all in all this really looks like a group of tourists on their way to the NAN.

Elena greets her fellow team-mates with a nod each as they arrive. She smiles softly as the cars pull over and simply moves to take the seat beside the driver there. She then nods to the others to follow that lead and take the other empty seats. She then starts to talk to the man beside her.

Now that the scientists have arrived, Tim leans back against the wall of the building he's in front of and allows his vision to slip into the astral. Like his companion Whiskey Slim he too wants to know if they have any 'unseen' watchers lurking about.

Now that the scientists have arrived, Tim leans back against the wall of the building he's in front of and allows his vision to slip into the astral. Like his companion Whiskey Slim he too wants to know if they have any 'unseen' watchers lurking about.

As the others arrive, Kalavati steps forward, straightening out her massive rolling suitcase as she simply stands it up, staring toward one of the RVs as it parks nearby; a very small, possibly faked smile forming onto her face before she turns her head, looking toward the car that Elena had just entered before moving herself over toward one of the RVs; her hand lifting up to simply pull the door rather wide open as she picks her massive suitcase up and carries it in both of her arms as she steps up into the massive vehicle. She drops the suitcase down on the floor, stepping back to close the door behind herself as she greets the people inside rather quietly before moving herself further inside, getting herself situated as she keeps her suitcase nearby.

Seeing nothing unusual Tim climbs in and takes his place in the vehicle.

Whiskey loads up into one of the RVs taking his satchel full of camping gear with him so he looks like a camper himself not that it really takes that much considering he still suffers from lived on the street syndrom and carries emergancy camping gear with him where ever he goes along with a survival kit and his first aid merit badge…

+ Seating order

The ride starts soon after the runners made themselves comfortable. The first part of the trip having more a holiday trip feeling, as the people are in a good mood and the travelling through the Denver streets is quite comfortable. The runners soo will approach the border and have to wait for the controlls to proceed.

+ Border Check

Whiskey hands his SIN over to the border gaurd along with passing everyone elses through the window he starts blathering on in Navajo "Hey man, do you know any good places to eat around here, we have been on the road for like ever and we need a pit stop. Maybe some good BBQ, you know any place like that?"

+ Etiquette for some BBQ

Elena too hands over the credstick hers going by the name Monica Hanikai. Seeing these people are Pueblo citizens the Pueblo border guards attitude changes drastically towards them, even having them smiling and the crossing goes through without a hitch. The nice SIN's the Scientists have getting though with out a hitch and even the much cheaper runner sins pas s without a flaw. Seems they were worth their money. The guard Whiskey talks too, even further calmed by the trolls amerindian looks even replies, "Yeah, check out Mama Joes. It's a days ride down the road from here. You will pass it on your route. Just make sure the pinkskins don't get all the good meat.", he says to Whiskey, ummm Jonnie.

After passing the border post Elena's attitude gets a bit more serious. She waits a few minutes before she starts to conjure up an air elemental to guard her ride from accidents.

+ Defensive measures

"You can call me Two Feathers, you say a whole days ride, well I am sure it will be worth it. Oh dont worry Brother I will not let the ones who eat the fat peice of meat get more than their share." Whiskey continues on in Navajo he waves as they pull away from the security station. Then turning around he stares at everyone else in the RV "Gaurd says if ju want good dog der is a BBQ place up da road…"
Whiskey to gets serious, well for Whiskey he gets serious and focuses for a second and brings up some magical sheilding for himself, elena, the driver and which ever 2 other passangers are looking out the windows.

A large, fake smile forms onto Kalavati's face as she hands over her credstick as well; her fake Pueblo SIN name being that of ‘Srividya Armstrong`, possibly having an idiotic background story attached to it as she doesn’t really say a word to the man that had checked her ID. Passing through the border, though, Kalavati's expression seems to calm back down, forming back into her serious, focused expression that she had worn previously as she reaches down for her suitcase, tipping it over as she simply unzips it. She opens it rather wide, allowing the top to connect with the floor as it is bent quite far as her hands begin to dig around the clothing in the suitcase before slowly, she pulls the handgun that she had brought from the container. She pushes herself to stand up infront of her seat, pulling the weapon back behind herself as she fastens the end of the inconspicuous holster to her waistline, essentially hiding the weapon behind her back before she lowers herself back down, bending forward to grasp the spare magazine that she had brought before closing the suitcase again. She pulls the little handgun magazine back as she tucks it into an odd slot attacked to the top of her holster, relaxing herself for the ride as the border had been cleared by the groups.

Tim just hands the man his credstick along with everyone elses. Gives the guard a brief nod and looks off toward the direction they are going like any bored traveller on legal business would be.

Elena gasps a bit as some drain hits her, she orders to protect the rides of her and the other for trouble due to 'accidents'. She emphasises that word a bit, then she leans back in her seat to relax and rest a bit, asking Whiskey, "Keep an eye out for the next few minutes… I need a bit rest for now…"

Whiskey looks all weird at Elena "Me like me eyes right where dey is me no wan to take dem outs, not even for a few seconds, ju know how hard it is to see wit out ju eyes?" Whiskey pauses for a second "It really hard to see wit out dem"

+ Perceptions

Elena furrows her brow after some while, "Someone is following us, or there is a bike group on a field trip, it seems…", she says to Whiskey. "Didn't you see anything?"

Tim moves to get a better look at what's coming up so fast behind them all the while pulling out his cell and giveing Elena a quick call and heads up about "loud biker company"

Elena picks up the line an hearing Tims voice nods, "Yes, I heard them too, keep an eye out. No need to have nasty surprises…", she says.

Hearing the sound of the bikes, Kalavati turns her head to the side, pushin herself to stand up from her seat as she steps up toward the front of the RV; her hand lifting up to the back of the driver's seat as she bends forward, using her new-found point of view to stare through the mirrors of the vehicle, looking back toward the approaching bikes as an intense frown forms onto her face as if she were possibly becoming upset with the situation. "Th'fuck're these bikes…?" she very quietly asks, speaking to herself, though the driver may actually think she was talking to him if he wasn't paying too much attention to her as she continues to lean forward, staring through the mirrors.

The noise grows louder and now the shapes become visible as some amerindians in leathers on bikes. The guys jool and sneer at the RV's as they go down the street, seems they are out for some 'fun.

Tim keeps and eye on the group and a stun spell at hand. If all they want to do is jeer and poke fun at the tourist then he's fine with that. But if it looks like they are going to get dangerous… well he do what he has to do.

Whiskey raisies his hand in greeting "Ju wan ta let them go by so dat dey can all stay together?" Whiskey says watching the bikers ride on by

Kalavati begins to frown even further as she pushes herself back slightly, away from the driver's seat as she continues to stare out of the mirror of the RV; her free hand pulling back, behind herself as she reaches for the handgun that she had brought with her. Slowly, she unholsters the weapon in a more casual manner; her body straightening up as she lifts it up infront of herself, examining her equipment for a moment as she slides her thumb toward the magazine release button, popping it out as she stares down at the magazine that had already been loaded into her firearm, apparently just casually checking to make sure her equipment is in shape before sliding it back into her handgun and lowering it down to her side again as she bends forward like before, simply staring at the mirror to watch the bikers speeding up.

Letting them pass by might have been a nice idea, but the gang soon starts to circle in the RV's, Elena shrugs, "Doesn't seem like /they/ want to pass…", now guns can be seen drawn by the gangers and Elena finally decides, it's time to ask for another service of her spirit. She orders it to let the gun drawing gangers to have 'Accidents'.

+ Spirit Power and the aftermath

There suddenly strong gusts of wind hit the gangers and one of them seems to get a bit taken by surprise, he starts to veer but his skill with the bike overcomes that lapse quickly, he is busy for a bit, though.
+ combat

As the gangers draw their weapons on their bikes, Kalavati rather quickly straightens herself out completely and moves back, stomping rather fast as she moves herself toward the makeshift kitchen of the RV; one of her legs lifting up as she plants her knee down into the chair of the booth to hold her balance as she moves her free hand to very quickly force open the window, pushing it to the side before she leans forward quite a bit, practically thrusting her weapon out of the window. She moves herself around slightly as her eyes narrow quite a bit, staring down the little iron sights of her weapon for some reason or another as she hangs a bit out of the window as she takes aim toward the man that had been on the port side of the massive vehicle; her free hand holding onto the edge of the window as she holds her balance before she finally moves her index finger, squeezing the trigger as she fires a single shot toward the riding man's torso; the two red and blue crosshair-like-things of her smartlink faintly flashing in her pupils to assist her accuracy. After having fired off the single, noisy, unsupressed shot toward the man, she pushes herself forward, hanging a bit further out of the window as her hilariously-blond curly hair blows wildly from the wind of the moving vehicle, she takes aim toward one of the men holding a rifle of somesort practically behind them; her arm extending rather far as she aims down the sights like before, moving her finger to squeeze off another shot toward his torso as if she were aiming to put him down immediately as well.

One of the gangers slumps dead on his bike the same starts to swerve wildly and rams into his comrade, the same first frantically tries to avoid this, but he has no chance, only his skill prevents him from crashing the bike badly. He still takes another wound it seems.

Running to the back of the van only takes a couple of steps and then Tim is at the back window looking out at the two scruffy bikers following them. He's just in time to watch the one Kalavati shoots soak the hit and then dodge the screaching and sparking bike along with the body of his comrade as the pavement chews it all up. But his mind is not distracted with that sight. It's focused. It's calculating. And it's calculated the distance needed to cast his area spell and keep him and the passengers clear of it. Now Calculated the Cowboy mage lets the stunball fly - glass between them is no hindrance the spell didn't even know it was there but the bikers know it and they feel it full on as they now create a sparking asphalt chewing scene just like their dead comrade. If they're lucky they won't be joining him in his afterlife….but bike accident statistics aren't exactly in their favor. Especially for the already wounded one.
Taking a deep breath as the spell backlash hits him he steadies himself and starts back to the front. They still have one Biker to deal with.

Whiskey finishes his statement about maybe they will go around and then he sees the biker pull out a shotgun "Aho brother dat is no so nice of ju to do" Whiskey waves his finger at the ganger like a parent scolding a child *Coyote what ju tink we should do…Coyote what is ju doin on da back of dat guys bike…hey dat guy could be our relation ju be nice to him…oh neva mind* Whiskey just shakes his head as "Coyote" hits the biker in the back of the head and he falls off the bike *Oh ju be careful…ride Coyote RIDE*

That ganger falling back asleep like that, the rear RV has to do some serious maneuvering to avoid hitting that bike and maybe crash. Luckily the driver seems to have envisiones something like that and was on the lookout. He barely makes it. Still he will shake the passengers quite a bit. Some of the scientists scream in panic.

Tim says "Oh do /shut up/ and hit the damned deck!"

Unexpectedly one of the guys in the front rises to cast deadly magic at the last heavy hitters, the assault rifle man in the back. He starts to bleed, though from some drain as he sits down again.

Kalavati bends her elbow, retracting her weapon quite a bit as she naturally aims it up toward the sky as her hand bangs quite roughly against the outside plating of the RV; her body holding on as she manages to remain in her position in the `dining booth`-like-thing as the driver makes his evasive maneuvers to avoid colliding with the fallen bike. Feeling a bit of stability as the RV starts to straighten itself out again, she very quickly turns herself around, pulling her hand in through the window as she plants both of her hands down onto the little table nearby, holding onto the edge of it as she presses her weapon down against the surface and moves herself over, stepping around it as she stumbles to the other side of the RV, reaching another window as she thrusts her free hand forward, gripping the window to hold her balance, possibly getting ready to open it as she remains silent, not really seeming to be too bothered by all the screaming in the vehicle.

The two remaining gangers decide to make this at least a bad day for that unsually strongly defending team of RV's. They shoot at the front wheels then they take the thrust of their bikes to full and jet off, not really liking the odds of this situation. Luckily the driver of the front RV is up to the task and manages to slow the vehicles savely down and stop.

All that leaves Elena with is taking care of that bleeding mage in her car, from the drain. Though all she has to do is to help him over his nosebleed.

Once the two vans come to a safe stop on the shoulder of the road and Tim has had enough time to assess that all in his vehicle are safe if not totally sound he exits their Van and starts getting their spare tire to add to the other Van's spare. "we're going to have to buy a couple more tires." he yells up to Elena's van. "Spares aren't made to be used indefinately!"

Just as she manages to roughly force the window open, Kalavati's other hand lifts up as she simply rests her wrist against the windowsil, watching as her next target speeds away infront of her; her gaze remaining locked on the man as the RV begins to slow down. She pushes herself back, away from the window as she continues to hold her weapon down at her side, not really bothering to close either of the windows that she had opened as the RV comes to a complete stop; her head turning to examine the rattled people inside as she makes her way toward the exit just after Tim, not really bothering to worry about the bag that she had brought with her quite yet as her serious, focused expression doesn't seem to leave her face. She moves rather far away from the van, stepping off the road as she turns herself around and lifts her hand up, onto her hip; her head turning from side to side to look behind and infront of both of the vehicles as if she were expecting someone else to approach while everyone else worries about the transportation.

Tim helps the two drivers as they change the front tires. After the third or fourth time of his class ring falling out of the neck of his shirt he gives a heavy sigh of resignation and simply takes it off the chain and puts it back on his finger where it belongs. "Screw-em I can't be the only grad from TAMU that slings magic" he grumbles and then slips the chain back under his shirt.

The fixing is done quickly enough with three guys working on it. The scientists are chattering excitely about the incident, some still a bit pale others elated by the 'adventure'

Tim cleans himself up as best he can and returns to his seat in his van. Leaning back he closes his eyes and tries to relax so the drain he caught can finally leave his body.

Over the course of the tire-repair, Kalavati had pulled her hand back behind herself, holstering her weapon back at her waistline as she steps up toward the rear RV again, casually moving herself back inside of the vehicle shortly after Tim; her attention locking onto him as a very small smile forms onto her face as she simply drops herself back down into her seat; her body leaning over to the side as she pushes her elbow outward to rest against the nearest surface as she relaxes herself back into the vehicle near her suitcase, which had been rattled around a bit by the evasive driving.

Elena and the shaman that was in the back van walk backwards to examine the taken out gangers. They make sure the guys, that are not really dead, will not die. Strange move maybe, but that's the healers code, at least for Elena. She will not be too gentle, nor really make it a nice job, but these are also children of the mother.

Whiskey will go with Elena, and help bandage people up. *Coyote our brudders was dumb today huh* Whiskey pokes one guy while looking at him and speaks in Navajo "Hey there brother there are much better places to sleep than in the middle of the road."

The vehicles equipped with working tires, the team moves out again. Back to the previous order of seats and driving. The rest of the trip to the motel is quite eventless, aside from the definitely loud chatter from the scientists who still are discussing that event quite animatedly.

Tim leaves the busted tires to the drivers. They can get them to the mechanic in the area. He, though tempted to go get dinner, starts herding the scientist to the motel to check in.

At the Motel

The motel J had selected was a nice flat building, with several side houses. There was a lot emphasis on the amerindian history of this area and thus it was not too surprising, that a travelling group with more than half the members having Non-amerind ancestry, the being PCC citizens or not would receive quite a cool reception. The receptionist already took an unduly long time with the formalities, the baggage boys where busy elsewhere (in an quite empty place) and the rooms where obviously not ready either. So the first settling in took an unduly ammount of time. When the drivers went out to get new tires things went really nasty. The men came back empty-handed.

Tim Shakes his head when the men come back empty handed. "What happened?"

"Dem white, dey no sell good NAN tire to -insert racial slur here-." Whiskey yawns and stands up stretching you hear a audible crack come from his back and then he stands there for a minute with this goofy grin on his face like all of a sudden blood rushed to his head then shaking his head a little to clear the warm glow from his brain.*Well if ju tink so…maybe we can get a buffalo burger…me know dey put soy in dem…why ju always gota ruin evratin…well did ju know dat porno tittys are fake…yes dey is.* Whiskey sticks his tongue out at well one would assume Coyote "Well ju can no send a White boy to talk to an indians job."

Elena tilts her head, "Well, damn, I guess J overlooked a few things…", she says with a sigh. "Guess this might get a nice night…"

Tim shakes his head again, this time in quiet amusement at Whiskey Slim. "You get us those tires installed and I'll personally buy Coyoty his burger."

Whiskey heads out to deal with the busted tires.

Arriving at the garage of this little place, Whiskey will find a trio of disgruntled looking amerindians. They seem to have expected him it seems. "What do you want?", the closest guy asks the troll.

Whiskey nods at the three amerindians and greets them in Navajo. "Hello my relations, how are you this evening would you trade something for some tobacco, hand picked? Then starts digging in his satchel and pulls out a handkerchief with hand rolled cigaretts in it offering to the three.

The three seem unusually disinterested in trade it seems as theym grouping together stand before the troll with their arms crossed on their chest, "And why should we trade with some race traitor as you?", they ask the troll, "We know that you are part of that white man group! Who do you think you can fool?", their spokes man says. "This place is far to small for games like this."

Whiskey continues speaking in Navajo "Games? I offer to have a smoke with you and you say I am playing games, you make no sense brother." Whiskey lowers his head for a second *Coyote what are you talking about…no leave my brothers alone…they do not know what they are saying…do not take offense…of course all they see is me with the White man…no me will not tell them the plan…it has to stay a secret for it to work…hush now let me talk to my brothers as men.* Whiskey still head down says "Come brother have a smoke with me it is good tobacco and sage from the south."

+ Social interactions

Elena two of the three look worried at that behaviour, they are amerinds after all and the strange ways of the shamen are known to them, "You are a man of medicine?", the spokes man says to the shaman troll, "What is this talk of a plan?" He seems wary, impressed by the Trolls obviously convincing talk with Coyote. He is wary but at the same time his entire mien shows much more respect of the 'blessed' man.

Whiskey looks back and forth checking to make sure that noone is listening to them and leans in close to the spokes man and whispers conspiritorialy in Navajo "Coyote wants to play a trick on the White men from town but we need to get them to a certain place before we can pull it cause it is all set up. But that is not to be worried about I just wanted to get away from their stink for a while and have a smoke with my brothers. Will you please join me it would honor me greatly if the protectors of our nation and our heritage would smoke with me."

The men look at each other. Whiskey seemed to have impressed them a lot, the leader was however not fully convinced yet, he was asking, "How could we be of help to Coyote, then?", he asks the shaman troll. "If there is a prank against the whites, then I would like to be invovled as would my boys…", he says.

Whiskey looks back and forth again to make sure noone else is listening then leans back down "Ok here is what I need from you guys. I need 4 kilos of sugar, some wire, a pair of wire snips, a blow torch, a tube of lubricant anything will work really grease, petrolem, that KY sex stuff, a litter of Whiskey and can you use the excuse of putting the tires on the RVs to slip all that stuff into the undercarriage compartment so they dont get suspicious, but thats only if you want to help. I really just wanted to smoke with you guys." Whiskey says offering the hand rolled cigaretts to the guys again.
"Oh and a peice of garden hose" Whiskey adds on the list at the end as he pulls a cigarett out and pops it into his mouth.

+ Social interactions

The leader blinks "But what do you want to do with that?", he asks the Troll puzzled and more suspicious now.

Whiskey gives the leader one of those what don't you know looks and continues in Navajo "is not it obvious brother? Your a mechanic, think about it for a while, it will come to you, you must have worked really hard to day, here have a cigarette it will clear your head." Whiskey hand him a cigarette and lights a zippo to allow him to light his cigarette. Whiskey watches him for a second then says

+ Social Interactions

The guys imagination seems to run wild and finally he nods, "Okay… Schamane…", he says to Whiskey. "Go back to them and tell them we found some tires…"

Whiskey nods then looks around just to make sure they are still not being listened to "Ok, but let them worry for a bit lets have that smoke and maybe get a beer and something to eat first, no reason to rush off. The worry will do them good." Whiskey says in Navajo and then laughs a big contagious laugh "Oh we will get them good" he says patting the leader on the back

+ Perceptions

Tim notices one of the female scientists sneaking out of the motel to disappear in some bushes around the motel. He uses his stealth to follow her and see what is going on.

She seems to head out there to call someone over her cellphone. She is chatting for quite a while, seems harmless talk mostly.

This is a simple talk between her and some friend, most likely a girl. She seems to be a bit worried about the things that happened so far, the gangers and the treatment they got from the natives.

Tim stays hidden and keeps listening. Will stay hidden when she leaves and then quietly tell Elena what went on so she's aware of it.

The next morning

After having gotten drunk in the Motels bar, Kalavati had been jailed by the extreme prejudiced cops of this little 'idyllic' little village. As Whiskey slim was busy working to get the vehicles back in shape and distract the obivously far from nice mechanics he was currently unavailable too. So replacements had been in order. J had been a bit hard pressed and thus had accepted the offers from another ofhis colleagues, hiring Viper and Chaz for another 30K per person. The job being to escort a bunch of scientists to the close proximity of an secret operation. Laying a few false tracks for potential followers. So the trip was supposed to last two more days. Starting the morning the reinforcements would join the group. Elena had been taking care to keep the two women of the group save in their quarters during the night, while Tim had taken care of the men. Tim though had seen one of the women sneak out at some time under the pretense of needing a breather. She had been calling someone on her mobile as the mage had been able to overhear the talk had been quite inconsequential, though. Nothing had been given away about the whereabouts of the group and the call had not been too long.

Elena had not noticed any too bad things during her night watch. She had been taking turns with Tim while Whiskey Slim had made sure the mechanics where not up to silly tricks. Moving out after her last sleep period, she was waiting to see who J had managed to replace Kalavati and the potentially busy Whiskey.

Viper finally arrives in the… 'interesting' village and starts to head towards the motel, where she thinks she's supposed to meet up with everyone. She's carrying most of her gear with her, looking around the sights of the town as she tries to find… whoever it is she's supposed to be coming to work for.

Chaz arrives, a messenger bag hanging across his chest, in a very standard vehicle, a VW Elektro, cheap and quite common, the rest of his gear likely stored inside the vehicle. Heading to the meet location, he reaches up to adjust his sunglasses, the flash of light against his face the only outward sign that he shifts visual spectrums on it as his enhanced senses cycle their cybernetics as well. Once the cycle finishes, he approaches, a hand fishing into the messenger bag to pull out a datacable and let it hang loose.

While ushering the rest of the tourist group (scientist) back to the RVs after their breakfast at the local diner, Tim slows down and studies the new arrivals for a moment. Could these be the new members of the team? He hoped so Chaz was not someone he wanted to be at odds with. The Ork was a total unknown so he splits from the group and approaches Chaz. "Howdy." His standard greeting since his days in TAMU.
Timsays in a quieter voice "what brings you out here?"

Waiting at the meet are two Bison RV's sturdy though they obviously have seen some action as two brand new tires and some scratches here and there show. Nothging too bad, so nothing really evil could have happened, but it was obvious they had seen some combat action. Elena was currently checking that all was okay with the rides on a magical level, obviously with the local dislikes not taking anything for granted.

Chaz offers a nod to Tim and smiles. "A business associated, Johnson, told me that it was very special out here," he says quietly.

+ New SIN's for the new team members

Tim nods back to Chaz. "Indeed. Joining a tour group by chance?"

"I was definately thinking that would be a good idea," Chaz replies, "See the sights and all that." He looks at the RVs and hmmms.

Viper finally spots the one that looks like a nun in white, so she heads over that way, glancing over the RV curiously. "Looks like you had a bit of a rough journey so far. People not watching where they're going?"

"Glad to have you with us. I seem to recall we're both pretty bad with names" He extends his hand with a smile "Charles Owen. In case you've forgotten."

Elena a group of people of various ages now leaves the rooms and there is much chatter going on, giving the real impression of a group on a vacation. For most of them this most likey seems to be like that. Only two stand a bit out, being decorated with various things that make them clearly magic users. Both most likely shamans of sorts. The one a quite refined person, as the other was more a nature connected personality. Tim might have had a nice time with the two as they, as now where constantly getting into each others ways. Disagreeing in about anything they did.

Elena turned to the ork and said, "Nothing too bad. Just a few NAN-gangers that decided to play hassle the tourists."

Chaz nods and gives the hand a shake. "Name's Chaz Ashleigh," he says, given the most common alias since he hasn't seen the need for a new face just yet.

Tim nods now that he's fully aware of what name is being used. "Allow me to introduce you to the rest." he says as he motions Chaz to join the group at the RV's.

Chaz nods and smiles, moving towards the group as indicated by Tim. He looks the RVs over, considering them for a few moments. "Guess they were out of tour buses," he mutters dryly.
Viper glances over at they boys as they start heading over, as well as looking over the 'tourists'. "Got to love the games locals play, right?" She frowns and glances around again. "So, where exactly is this tour heading, and any reason to expect bad traffic?"

Elena nods to Viper and Chaz, introducing herself, "Hi there, you are the replacements for our … missing team members? I am Monica Hanikai. Over the radio you can use Pokey, though.", she says. "The RV's are ready and I think we can soon start. Anything you two need handled? J has told me he would have some reliable people that are non-local to take care of personal rides or something like that which needs to be moved to a saver location. She smiles at Chaz's remark, "Well, considering we will pass some more wild areas during the next two days of this tour, I think the off-road capabilites will be invaluable. If all goes well we will spend this night in an blockhouse in the rockies tonight and have our guests enjoy the Pueblo Wilderness feel. After tonight we then will turn slowly back into the Twin Forks area where our guests have booked a longer stay. All in all a two days trip that we have to make smooth and aside from the landscape eventless. For our guests at least. Any questions left?"

Elena then adds, "Oh, yes… The tour organizer meand there are some unwelcome eyes looking towards this event. It might seem the competition in the travel biz has gone quite overboard lately."

Tim snorts at the "Overboard" comment and goes to his customary position in the 2nd of the two RV's.

Chaz shakes his head at the questions comment. "Not at all," he says before smirking. "Well, some people are always looking to take over profitable business venture."

Viper shrugs slightly at that and readjusts her coat a bit. "No questions just yet. Just let me know what you need me to do and I'll see what I can do about it. Hopefully things will go smooth from here on out though."

Elena smiles to all, "From what J told me the both of you are mundane? I'd say to split up one of us mages and one of you into each RV to have the talents best split up? I'll leave it to you who wants to join Tim or who will be with me. We will have to seperate those shamans among the clients, though. They seem to be not to going along too well…"

Tim points to the more nature oriented shaman "You ride with me."

"Well, it looks like that's quite sorted out," Chaz replies, smirking. "I guess given those choices, let the girls go in one groupand the guys in the other?" he says idly. "Just a thought, anyway."

Viper glances over at Chaz before looking back at Elena, nodding softly. "Sure, that works just fine for me." She does glances over at the shamans in question though, tilting her head to the side as she hears that there are a couple in the group that doesn't get along to well. Could end up being a rather annoying complication later on down the road.

It proves Tim's interuption came at a good point as Dr. Jonathan Price, the prim looking guy, and Dr. Robert Ashton, the other shaman, yes, the called each others name like that in the most unpleasant ways possible, had been about to almost break out into a rout. Well. Dr. Ashton had been about to get into using his fists, while Dr. Price had been coldy heating up the discussion with snide remarks. The leather clad Doctor gnashed his teeth as he he nodded to Tim's words, muttering words like, "City dwelling over-cilivilzed fools with no idea about life and the living organisms at all." Dr. Price simply turned saying, "I assume that means I have to travel in the other car, then…", moving into it with the grace of a stick.

Elena sighs as she follows the man into 'her' RV, "Well, this is gonna be entertaining…", she says.

Chaz takes a deep breath and smiles as he hears the two digging into each other. "Sometimes," he mutters under his breath, "A little creative rivalry can be good for the work. Guess we'll see if that's true."

Viper raises an eyebrow and shakes her head slightly. "Entertaining is one way of looking at it. I was thinking more along the lines of longest road trip ever…" She shrugs and moves to RV she'll be riding in. "So long as they don't start asking 'are we there yet' every five minutes, suppose I can put up with them."

Tim just shakes his head. "Come on folks, let's move on out"

In an attempt to keep his shaman charge's mind occupied on things other than his rival. Tim will attempt to engage him in discussion concerning Paranormal Animals and parazoology. Being as those were his minors at Texas A&M he figures he can keep the conversation on an educational level the good doctor can appreciate. ((just don't ask the mun to do so LOL))

The two quarreler broken up the first part of the trip gets better than first expected. Dr. Price is entertaining the crowd in his car with stories of his prowess, though Elena rolls her eyes now and then as she has to listen to the man, obviously quickly having an strong dislike to the smooth ways of the man. In the other car Dr. Ashton mostly sits grumbling to himself before he finally calms down a bit and is hesitantly taking part of the conversation. He seems impressively knowledgeable in herbal lore. As is Dr. Price in the other car both obviously are doctors of biology as well as Thaumaturgy. As can be found out easily following the conversation. The landscape you now drive through is slowly getting rougher and more mountainous. Parazoology is not really a subject Dr. Ashton will be too versed, though he appreciates the company of an educated man.

While the discussion on parazoology is going on, Chaz is more focused on the rest of the job at the moment. A hand slides into his messenger bag to recover the datacable, plugging it into his sunglasses, loading up some data to project onto it from his pocket computer.

Viper doesn't really take part in the conversation herself in the RV she's riding in, contenting herself to looking out of the windows and making sure everything is as it should be. What might happen, she hasn't any clue, as she came in late to the job. She just knows she's supposed to keep these people safe and hopefully get out alive herself as well as a little richer!

Having been educated at a once and still mainly agricultural college. Tim has a little knowledge in that field though admittedly not much. Still he'll use what he has to steer Dr Ashton into the role of conversation leader so he can discuss things he's more comfortable with.

Pausing

The trip comes to a pause as the group, by now travelling over mountainous terrain comes to a halt as a tree has fallen over the road. This poses no direct threat as the obstacle was easily visible, but it needs to be removed which might take some time. The passengers disembark for an impromptu rest with a picknick on a closeby meadow. Unfortunately the two quarrellers at once get their heads together and off course find a subject to quarrel on in the form of a small tree of a rare kind that grows beside the clearing. The two seem to be quite quickly in such a rage against each other that Dr. Ashton storms away into the woods, while Dr. Price not really willing to let the subject rest follows him a bit more measured, but nonetheless quickly enough. Surprisingly their voices are lost all too quickly in the woods before any of the watching and a bit duped runners can react.

Chaz looks to the group of other runners and sighs as he notices the two Doctors disappearing and then Tim going to follow them. "I'll help in recovering them, with heightened sensrs and built in mapping," he replies, "I'll just need someone to keep in contact, trust one of you has a secure frequency?"

+ Sneaking and following

Elena nodded to Chaz, "I have one.", she said to Chaz and handed him a small sheet with her frequencies. "You go and keep in touch with me. I'll watch over the rest of the scientists. No need to loose more of them.", she says.

Viper glances curiously over at the woods as the two men disappear into it… and go quiet. She was tempted to follow as well, mostly as she was curious, but seems the boys have that well in hand. "I'll stay here and provide some backup then. If you need some help, just give a shout over the comms."

Chaz tilts his head and sighs as he takes the paperwork for the frequencies, coding his comm unit to it. "Guess you don't have to be a rocket scientist to be a rocket scientist," he mutters.

Tim quietly snorts at Chaz's comment

+ Perceptions

Despite the fact that the two are constantly quarrelling and their voices can be heard quite often, it proves a strangely strogn challenge to follow them as the voices seem to come from random directions sometimes louder, sometimes as if from very far away. This wood obviously having some peculiar acoustics. It's also unusually thick so you have barely any sight further than a couple of meters.

At the clearing things are getting quite quiet, the remaining scientists huddling together in a crowd, the entire mood of the place suddenly quite spooky.

Viper and Elena at once are aware that something is amiss. There is much more than 4 sets of feet crawling through the woods and all the animals around have gone totally silent.

Viper frowns slightly and glances back over the group of scientists and then over to Elena. She unslings her SMG, but keeps it aimed to the ground for right now as she looks back over the woods, frowning thoughtfully.
Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "On your toes, boys. Something is not right here, its /way/ to quiet…"

Tim doesn't respond to the comlink message he just keeps low to the ground and keeps an eye and ear out for the shamans. The thought that some kind of illusion is at play here has crossed him mind at least 3 times already.

Commlink-Elena> Elena says, "Worse there is someone else around. Keep your eyes open. These are not animals…"

Chaz nods his head and kicks his cybernetics into high gear, senses ready to take in anything around him. He hmmms, tilting his head as he tries to pick up anything from the voices and anything of the targets out.

+ Perceptions

Chaz's acute senses will finally get aware of two facts. The quarrelling has ended and instead there is only ragged breathing to be heard in conjunction with several hard steps, as if some people running. Two sets of those. One set going to the east, one towards the west. Each time it's at least 4 sets of feet he can hear. At the same time Elena and Viper will get aware of three /huge/ shadows approaching them. Trolls!

+ Perceptions and Combatting Trolls

Ambush

Viper looks back over to the woods and spots the three large shadows rushing towards them. Turns out the shadows are armed trolls and looking really scary. Without any hesitation, she lifts her TMP up and aims it at the first troll, opening fire with two quick bursts to pepper his torso with six exploding rounds. More then enough to drop most people, but trolls aren't most people. Still, he's staggering back some, so she must have hurt him some at least!

All thoughts of attack have left this guy. That much is sure. But two are left and now it is Elena's turn. She speaks a prayer to the Mother as she centers her magic on the next troll.

And her spell hits with success the next troll approaching is dropped to the floor, however the third troll seems to have realized there was magic involved and he goes after the young shaman.

The blade moves down on Elena and the shaman's eyes go all wide, only in the las moment is she managing to evade the edge of that vicious blade by jumping aside. She looks quite shaken at the close call this has been.

Viper curses as she sees the troll run for Elena. Thankfully that terrifying swing of the katana misses the shaman, if just barely. She turns and moves her SMG along with her, pointing it at the troll and sending off two more bursts of exploding rounds into the troll's back. Enough to hopefully distract him from seperating Elena's head from her neck.

Viper fires one more burst into the back of the troll, smirking a bit as she sees him go down. Now there's just one threat left, but as she turns, she pulls the trigger just a little to soon, so she doesn't hit anything vital. At least know she knows just how good his armor is, as it didn't seem to do much of any sort of impact on him.
Elena narrows her eyes and turns around. One more threat standing and though he looks badly wounded, it is better to keep him down.

Elena sighs softly as minor backlash hits her from the spell, but the troll goes down. She looks with pity at the downed men, pulls out her medkit and starts to heal them up, while she lets the drivers bind them up securely.

Elena sighs softly as minor backlash hits her from the spell, but the troll goes down. She looks with pity at the downed men, pulls out her medkit and starts to heal them up, while she lets the drivers bind them up securely.

Viper reloads her TMP and glances over at the Shaman as she… starts to heal the troll she shot up. Well, to each their own, though she's rather positive they wouldn't have shown the same mercy. She starts moving towards the other trolls, getting ready to search them to see if she can find anything that might tell them who they are, work for, or what they wanted.

In the Forest

In the forest the situation is different while there is a fight at hand at the clearing the two men are looking to find the missing shamans. Foloowing hte tracks they come upon a place where other tracks meet the scientists and then hurried pairs of tracks leave to the left and right.

Tim looks to Chaz and motions that he will go right.

Chaz looks around and heads to the left. If he noticed Tim's signal, he doesn't make much response, other than moving in the direction.

+ Perceptions and being quick about moving

For now both of you seem all too able to keep up with the hunt, infact you seem to gain on them. The ground is soon getting rougher though and thus the tracks are getting less easily followed. You have to strain harder to follow them.

+ Perceptions to find a quick ambush

It is the nature of the hunt that sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted as is in this case too. As both Chaz and Tim have to feel. Sadly for Tim he didn't see his hunter while Chaz was warned by some a tiny glint of steel before things got 'interesting'.

A loud blast is heard where Chaz follows his enemy. The shot being well aimed and scarily effective as it downs the man with one shot bleeding from a critical wound.

Chaz lets his transducer kick in, sending a signal over the radio to those on his frequency, "Need help, bleeding badly."

The other guy seems less lucky with his shot. The gun hits, but seems to hit Tim at one of his best armed area. The bullet bounces off.

His shot rang out his armor took a hit. Even a rocket scientist could figure that one out! Tim dove behind a tree in hopes that it would give him greater cover against his adversay

Tim Tree was a Godsend it helped him cover himself and avoid serious injury. It also allowed him time to spot his attacker and rock his world with a stun bolt. Tim's only hope now was that it rocked him enough to mess his aim up so he could put his assailant down!

The guy grunts as the spells hits him, but he is not giving in. Not with Tim cornered like that. He slowy moves closer with gritted teeth a grungy ork in woodland camo. And he shoots again. This time Tim gets wounded.

Encouraged by the last success the guy shoots again, just this time his shot goes /far/ from the mark skidding somewhere into the woods.

Tim yanks his Aries our and quickly sights the ork with his lazer scope before firing off a shot. The stunbolt had done it's job, thank the heavens, since the ork had totally mised him. He however managed to wound his adversary adding yet more for him to overcome in this fight.
Tim taking heart in hitting him with his first shot, Tim goes for broke and shoots again. Luck was with him still and once again the Ork felt his wrath.

The guy with Tim get close enough to reduce the cover Tim has from him. And he is angry from all the pain.
The guy still misses, his aim getting worse as his arms shart to shiver with the pain and fatigue from the spell before.

Viper calls for Tim on the radio.

Tim responds with "Just look for the grungy pissed off Ork shooting at a tree. I'm behind the tree"

The guys next shots are doged and a miss again. The shots are blasting through the woods as Elena runs through the woods as fast as she can following her spirit to the aim.

Tim knows that there is another assailant out there since Chaz called for help. Barely holding his own agains just one makes the decision to face drain a lot easier. Tim unleashes a stunbolt for all he's worth and is lucky enough to recieve much less feedback than expected. The Ork, however, is not so lucky. Down he goes.

Meanwhile on the clearing:

Elena centered her attention on the astral. The troll was stable and that call from Chaz made her nervous she needed to find him quick. And where else would she find a way to find him other than her wood friends.

+ Conjuring and finding Chaz and Tim

While there was still shots heard from where Tim was fighting his oponent, Elena was conjuring up a spirit. The guy that was with Chaz had simply abandoned the dying man after a quick glance and a grunt. Another ork most likely. Then Elena ran off to follow that spirit, calling out to Viper, "You help Tim it seems they have split up."

Viper nods at Elena's order and starts towards the woods, running towards where she /thinks/ she hears him. Just to be sure, she gives as quick call over the comms to try and get a location of Tim.

Tim responds with "Just look for the grungy pissed off Ork shooting at a tree. I'm behind the tree"

At the same time Tim will hear running steps as Viper approaches him. She is out in the open, she had to hurry. While Elena at the same time arrives with Chaz. The noises from the hunt that Tim followed barely perceptible by the two who ran on. Elena took another precaution. She asked for spirit cover as her second request for the spirit she is with. Luckily for now it seems unneccessary.

+ Healing Chaz

First Elena stabilizes Chaz from his trauma using her medkit. Then seeing he is not going to bleed to death, she is using her natural talent the magic to heal the man. He's still looking like hell. But he will live and it seems the quick help even saved him from harm to his limbs and organs. The young shaman gives a sigh of relief, but then the drain hits her.

Chaz lies mostly still as he gets worked on, not really having much of a desire to move. He gasps as the magic hits him, sighing deeply as he can now breathe again, though he winces in pain. "Th… thanks," he mutters and coughs, another wince from that.

And it hurts. Elena gets some small nose blee from the magic and nods down to the man, "It's okay… I am here to do just this, after all.", she says to Chaz. "Got hit with just one shot, yes?", she says.

Viper finally arrives to Tim and glances down at the unconcious ork. "Well, looks like you took care of him… where'd those scientists get off to?" She lowers her TMP and looks around, frowning lightly. "And where's the guy that messed up Chaz?"

Tim says "Scientist split up. Damned fools! And I expect the other shooter any minute now."
Tim says "you might want to remove his weapons from him while he's out"

Viper glances over at the downed ork and moves to kick his gun away before reaching into her coat… and pulling out some plasteel restraints to bind his hands behind his back as well as put his ankles together. "There, that should hold him just fine…" She stands and glances over at the mage. "How about you, you alright?"

Commlink-Elena> Elena says, "I am trying to save him. He looks more dead, than alive."

+ Restraining oposition

While Viper tends to the shooter Tim takes a moment to cast treat on himself and close his wound.

Tim says "Well now what? Do we go looking for the other shooter first or see if we can find those scientists and beat them into unconciousness so they don't give us any more trouble?"

Viper glances down at the ground, frowning slightly. "Finding those two is our first priority I think. If the shooter shows up, we can deal with him then. From the looks of things though, if that shooter gets to them before we do… won't be a rescue but a recovery."

+ Conjuring a Watcher and Perceptions

Tim instructs the watcher to find one of the scientists. He is picturing and describing the one that he held watch over the nature shaman. Find the scientist and tell him to stay hidden. then come tell Tim where he found him.

Viper frowns as she can hear… quite a few people about. "Well, let's go see what we can find…" She sighs and starts towards the closest sound she heard, the one that sounded like it was looping back. "Keep a sharp eye out, don't want to have to play with more hired guns unexpectedly."

Tim says "I halfway expect the watcher spirit I just conjured up to get attacked by the shaman I sent him after. Both of those scientiest have power and could have fought off the gunmen. Feels like a set up to me. Either that or those two phd holders are just plain dumb."

Viper shrugs slightly at that, frowning slightly. "That or cowards. Hopefully they're not trying to set us up though… that would be most unfortunate for them."

Tim follows her lead and then mumbles under his breath "Still think beating them unconcious is the best idea."

+ Stealth

From beyond where Chaz had followed the one shaman a loud and desperate cry is heard. A death cry. Someone falling to death, as the noise fades into depth and then suddenly stops. It is accompanied by angry shouts and grunts.

Tim says "aww shit who just bought the farm?"

Commlink-Viper> Viper curses. "Status, everyone still alive?"

+ Ambush the other way around this time

Tim sighs. Dammit.

Viper reacts quickly, almost before her brain fully realizes what's going on. Three rounds fired, and three rounds impacting and doing mini explosions across the first ork's face, leaving it a bloody mess. She turns quickly to try and hit the other goon, but he's quick as well, managing to drop down and avoid the mini bulletstorm she was sending his way.

Tim has had it with being shot at he wants this ork to hurt he lets fly with a powerbolt only to watch it fizzle away then smack him with the backlash. Has his luck finally run out?

Seeing his chummer fall and then getting assaulted by a guy who just 'stares' at him, the second ork decides to shoot the mage first. Good old rule of the shadows. And he draws a nice wound out of Tim.
He just uses a shotgun instead of a magic wand.

Tim spins and falls as the shotgun rips into him "Splatter that, drekhead" he growls to Viper

Viper curses as the mage takes a heat and readjusts her aim to do as she was requested, splattering him all over his chest and ventilating the organs contained within. "Fragging hell, we don't have time for this…"

Tim struggles back to his feet and looks over the carnage then looks at Viper "I think I love you. Or am at least very very very fond of you."

The shaman seeing all that blood and gore seems to pale a bit, he took cover behind a few bushes. He is panting hard and shivering from shock and exhaustion. Not to mention a severe case of fright

Tim turns on the shaman. "Snap out of it you pansy! Heal me!"

Viper removes the clip from her TMP and replaces it with a fresh clip before glancing over to the cowering shaman. "Come on, we need to get out of here and back to the group /now/." She glances over at Tim then, making sure he's not dying on her. "Can you spot where the other guy went off to?"

Tim says "if my watcher spirit manages to get back to me before his time runs out I can send him out to find the other one." Nodding to pansy in the bushes "he's the one I sent it to find int he first place""

Said Watcher is already back and crowing out, "Found 'im Boss!" as it bobs beside the shaman it was sent to search.

Tim rubs his temples and then sends the watcher to find the other shaman/scientist and report back

Commlink-Elena> Elena says, "You guys still there? It's gone quiet."

Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "Yeah, we're still here. Found one of the scientists, but I had to frag two more orks in the process. Tim took a solid hit as well."

Commlink-Elena> Elena says, "Return here ASAP I have all the others in the RV's and did a quick scouting while you where busy. Out other man's dead. We cannot help him anymore. I want out here as soon as I can."

Tim , whose temper has long since been lost with these two idiots grabs the man by his collar and hauls him to his feet. Looking him dead in the eyes he growls "I'm hurt because of you. Either heal me or get the fuck out of my sight."

A healing spell is quickly applied as the man blushing heals Tim, apologizing profusely as he does.

As they approach the rest Tim leans forward and whispers into the man's ear. Your sparring partner is dead. And if you give me any more foolishness you will be spending the rest of the trip tied to the roof of the RV. Do I make myself perfectly clear?

Elena was waiting for the three and ushering them quickly into the RV's. Orders where given to collect any communication device on the scientist. No more chances taken here, then deactivated. SIM cards removed and stored with one of the runners. There were protests, but not much. A dead scientist being a good argument for these draconic measures. Elena also at once changed the route at whim. Calling to J that they wold be disappearing from sight for a few more days out in the wild. And luckily her measures seem to have the wanted effect. As the rest of the trip. Aside from some quite subdued scientists is without events. Until the delivery to the new point of transfer. Luckily Elena had found proof with one of those runners that the other team had been set onto them to hit them at that space specifically. With this proof she was able to convince J that they actually had done a great job by only loosing one man. They received full pay.

The End
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