En Media Rez

GM: Vulcan
Players: PLAYER, PLAYER, PLAYER.
Synopsis: A synopsis of what happened here.
Date: DATE HERE, remember to add 60 years to the year to get the timing right :)


«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. This is the way this works. I have three basic rules.

1: One butt. I am not a rules savant. I can and maybe will be wrong. If you disagree with a call I make, you get one chance to object and then explain your objection. I will listen, think it over then decide. No matter my decision, we move forward with no further objections. I don't have any room in my copious free time for rules lawyers. Sometimes, I will abrogate strict rules keeping for story, flow and drama.

2: This is a staff plot. As such, consent does not apply. Right now, there is nothing protecting Simone from Nate ramming a steel pipe in to your anus, and Nate, she has a nasty set of hedge clippers. That said; I dont' want to see PVP for no reason. What this REALLY means is I can and will hurt you if you act stupidly. My job is to model the universe, and in my universe, stupidity is painful.

3: Have fun."

The call is a simple enough one. Janie gets a call from a Mysterious Figure who has a penchant for cigars and whorehouses. A job has come down the pipe. He has specific requirements for personnel. Gather these two people *Nate and Simone* and head to Club Deadlock in the Sioux Sector, Fort Lupton. Attached to the orders are comm numbers for both persons. Authorization to offer up to 30,000 nuyen to get them to the meeting, upon completion of the work.

Three people are hard to fit on a bike. Good thing Janie's got a car to go around in nowadays. She checks the numbers and pictures. "I don't know either o'those two from Adam, but if those are who ye want, it's your dime… Anythin' I c'n tell them about th'nature o'th'job, or at least somethin' t'let them know I'm not a random stranger pullin' a sting?"

"The Job will be package recovery with potential for bloodshed."

"Don't they all?" Janie drawls, then nods. "Will do. Time?"

"Now." Says the voice, before disconnecting the call.

Mysterious Figure never was one to waste words. Ah well. Janie does a quick check of her inventory before heading out to her car.

One quick stop at a telephone shop later she's holding a simple disposable phone with thirty minutes of call time and dialing the first number on the list. (Nate's, as it happens.)

Nate is spending the colder part of the year at home in the McAffrey towers. When his current business phone goes however, he quickly answer while getting stuff together.

"Mr. Hutch?" Janie asks once the connection is made. "I'm Ms. Reyes; ye don't know me, but a mutual acquaintance suggested y'r services might be required f'r a job. Package retrieval, some risk o'bloodshed. Pay's thirty kay."

Nate clatters some bits into a bag, "Yeah yeah, if you got this number it's alright. We got a meet point or something? I might need to make a detour to a cache of gear if the risk is heavy." He's already heading out of the apartment.

"Meet point. We'll get th'details later, I suppose," Janie replies. "Where would ye like me t'pick ye up?"

Nate steps into an elevator. "UCAS downtown outside the McAffreys would be lovely. I'll have a bright red skiing jacket on."

"Be there in a few minutes. Dark grey Ford Americar."

With that, Janie hangs up and dials the second number.

Simone answers her phone in a whisper, speaking with a thick German accent. "Hello, who is this?"

Nate descends the tall building andf steps out to the pick up drop off area in his warm coat with a bag of assorted bits slung over his shoulder. Shivering in the sudden change of temperature he rubs his hands together and keeps an eye out for one of the most common vehicles around.

"Ms. Vogel?" Janie replies. "We've never met, but a mutual acquaintance suggested there's a job ye'd be suited f'r and asked me t'come pick you up. Package retrieval, some risk involved. Thirty kay. Interested?"

Simone continues to whisper, but she responds quickly. "Yes, but how soon. I am at the library." Sounds of her apologizing to someone and rapid footsteps in a quiet room carry through the receiver.

Janie gets into her car as she responds. "I've been tasked t'take us to th'meet - ye, myself an' one other. Let me know where t'pick ye up."
"I can be outside in five minutes if you can make it here by then." Her voice gets gradually louder, as does the ambient sound from the receiver. More voices and footsteps.

"Good," Janie replies, starting her engine. "I'm on my way. Be there in about… fifteen minutes."

Simone agrees to the time and hangs up her phone, sitting down on a bench outside the library lobby to await the mysterious caller.

Janie drives to the McAffrey first, looking for the red skiing jacket.

Nate stamps around in a circle in between watching for grey americars. When finally one pulls in he steps over to lean down and look inside, asking for permission to get in before choosing the passenger seat.

"Hutch?" Janie asks briefly, sizing the man up and down from behind sleek mirrorshades. "Get in."

Nate slides in with a nod, "Aye thats me. Famed from such events as the Saints martial arts tournament, and such." His recounting dry as he belts in and tosses his bag onto the rear seats.

"Glad t'hear it," Janie replies, then pulls away from the curb. "One more pickup t'make," she explains as she drives over to the library.

A girl in her twenties wearing all black with bold, dyed-red hair tosses handfuls of seed to small nesting birds which hop about in the snow. Upon seeing the vehicle, she readily walks up and takes the rear-right seat in order to see the driver. "Allo." She cups her thinly-gloved hands and breathes into them for warmth after making introductions.

Janie nods. "I'm Ms. Reyes; th'gent beside me is Mr. Hutch. I'll be drivin' us to th'meet this evenin', so if ye'll be seated…"

"Just as an FYI, our destination's in th'Sioux sector," Janie comments as sh e drives. "I take it everyone's got a permit t'get inside an' isn't carryin' anythin' illegal?

Nate shrugs, "Nothing illegal with me yet, it's cached. There's an outside chance a standard SIN check would go badly for me though. If you don't know a better way the risk will have to be taken of course."

Simone unbuttons her coat and removes her white scarf, tucking it into a pocket. She shakes her head and replies matter-of-factly, "No, I'm ready to cross."


«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 8 vs TN 5 for "Bradders SIN check":
1 2 2 2 2 3 3 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for "Bradders SIN check":
2 3 5 17 22 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 8 vs TN 5 for "Bradders SIN check - Anomoly Detected.":
1 1 2 4 4 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for "Bradders SIN check Anomoly Detected":
2 2 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«OOC» Janie dropkicks the dice.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 8 vs TN 5 for "Bradders SIN check - Anomoly Detected. Rerun 2":
1 2 3 3 5 7 9 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for "Bradders SIN check Anomoly Detected Rerun 2":
2 2 4 5 8 = 1 Success
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Next Sin."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) has the Fake SIN CAL-10554-000EH5-0007BA-O4C (Nathan Lea-Cooper) with the following information:
(Cut)
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Lea-Cooper SIN check":
1 1 4 4 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Nate says, "More than an outside chance, in the end. :)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Lea-Cooper SIN check":
2 3 3 5 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Lea-Cooper SIN check Anomoly Detected":
1 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Lea-Cooper SIN check Anomoly Detected":
1 2 3 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Lea-Cooper SIN check Anomoly Detected Rerun two":
1 4 5 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Lea-Cooper SIN check Anomoly Detected Rerun two":
4 5 5 5 5 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "SIN Busted."
Here, I work out the details and code of busting the SIN and letting nate know what he's out. I then move forward with Simone and Janie.

«OOC» Vulcan says, "You are able to get in. Now, heres the hard part."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "What do two nice, honest girls like you have to do with that NASTY criminal?"
«OOC» Nate says, "Nasty. Like flu."
«Stats System» Successfully set the notes field for the Fake SIN CAL-10554-000EH5-0007BA-O4C (Nathan Lea-Cooper) on Nate (#10554).
«OOC» Janie says, "He asked us for a ride and he looked like SUCH a nice guy, you know, Mr Officer, and I swear I had NO IDEA…."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Give me a negotiations check, or default to charisma."
«OOC» Simone follows Janie's lead.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Open roll."

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Negotiation for "Really!":
1 1 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Negotiation for "Really! (KP 1/10)":
1 2 3 3 5
«OOC» Janie says, "Rrgh. Stand."

«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 for "int of guards on duty.":
1 2 2 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 for "int of guards on duty. KP 1":
4 5 8 9 13
«OOC» Janie says, "The dice just really hate our guts today, don't they?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Yeah. They arn't buying it. You're politely informed that the Sioux Sector is not the place for you today."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "One anomalous but 'okay' SIn, one busted sin, and one european chick, all in the same car…"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "It's a bit much for them to accept."
«OOC» Simone facepalms. ;)
«OOC» Vulcan says, "I'll give Simone a chance to fast talk if she likes, same basic roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Simone (#7451) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk):
1 2 2 4 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 for "INt remains the same.":
2 3 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 for "INt remains the same. KP 2":
1 3 4 5 13
«OOC» Vulcan facepalms.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "You wanna karma, miss 10 karma?"
«OOC» Janie says, "The dice obviously don't want this to happen."
«OOC» Simone says, "I would have karma pooled, yeah"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Karma pooled?"
«OOC» Simone says, "KP"
«OOC» Vulcan nods. Go for it.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Your target is a 13."
«Auto-Judge[]» Simone (#7451) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk) vs TN 13 for "fast talk these nice guards…kp 1/10":
1 1 2 2 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Again for 3/10?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Simone (#7451) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk) vs TN 13 for "fast talk these nice guards…kp 3/10":
1 2 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Again for 6/10?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Simone (#7451) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk) vs TN 13 for "fast talk these nice guards…kp 6/10":
1 2 2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Again for 10/10?"
«OOC» Simone says, "…"
«OOC» Simone says, "No, I'm not going to press my luck."
«OOC» Vulcan nods. The run is aborted.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "This, is why SIN's are very very important."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Or, knowing ways around the system."
«OOC» Simone says, "That's what I'm hoping for. Could we do some legweork to find another way?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Not in the time frame to complete the mission as required."

«OOC» Simone says, "I'll use the rest of my KP if it's allowed."
«OOC» Nate says, "Unfortunately Nate doesn't know the sioux sector borders. :)"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Go for it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Simone (#7451) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk) vs TN 13 for "Let. us. IN!!!…kp 10/10":
3 3 11 11 17 = 1 Success
«OOC» Vulcan says, "…"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Well now."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Thats what I call impassioned. A roll of 45 on 5 dice?"
«OOC» Simone jumps for joy!


Janie hands over her ID and waits patiently for the guard to clear it. If the fact that the check takes significantly longer than normal bothers her any, she doesn't let it show — and neither does she tense up when the guard politely asks her and her companions to step out of the vehicle.

"Is there a problem, officer?" she asks, radiating innocent yet polite confusion as she complies with the request.
The cop just gruffly moves to the next guy, maybe a bit more… paranoid than he should be.

Nate passes over an ident stick to be scanned after Janies long wait. The getting out of the car something he attempts to take in his stride. It takes significantly less time for the guard to come back requesting Mr Lea-Cooper to please follow him into the guard station for further processing however. Nate frowns and glances to the girls before heading off, never to be seen again… well. Not to be seen again today anyway.

Janie thinks quickly, mentally cursing ill fortune. "He was just this guy we'd picked up a few blocks back," she replies. "He was walking this way and, well, he kind of looked like he needed a lift or something…" Not the best story she's ever come up with, but she's kind of under a lot of time pressure…

The Guard is clearly unimpressed with this story. "Uhhuh. Look, Wasitchu, take you and your ride and go back the way you came. There's a law against smuggling crazy in to the Sioux Nation."

Simone whips up a semi-but-not-too-elaborate story about meeting cute strangers at the library. Whether they believe her on the cute thing, they can't dispute it. Tastes are unique after all. When Nate is taken into the guard station, she bats her eyes and says breathily in her northern German accent that she most definitely /won't/ associate with any more unknown strangers, no sir, officer!

The Guard eyes Simone. At first, he is resistant. I mean, everything about this stinks. It really does. One bonafide criminal, one who smells like one, and then this cute little euro chi… ck… with the… eyes… and the… pouty smile.. and… Oh hell with it. Don't tell my boss. "Let em thruogh…."

Janie thanks the nice officer politely and gets back into her car.

Sioux Nation: Road to Fort Lupton.

Janie's Phone Rings.

Janie answers on hands-free once she's away from the guard post. "Aye?" she replies.
Simone clenches her jaw as she tries to uphold the innocent and ignorant act and slips into the vehicle's shotgun seat without a glance in the direction of the guard station. She apologizes for the misunderstanding as she closes the door.

"You're late. I mislike people who are late." Says the Johnson on the other end. "You've 14 seconds to convince me I should remain."

"Ye're th'one who needs somethin' done badly enough t'pay nearly a hundred kay f'r three specific operatives," Janie replies. "We got stopped at th'border, routine check went sour. If ye wanted better punctuality ye might've done well t'choose a locale that's less hell-bent on keepin' non-law-abidin' folk out its borders…"


«OOC» Janie says, "Negotiation TN?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Well, with a pose like that… uh… Lets see. Mysterious Man's Int is a 9… +2 for hostile response…"
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Negotiation vs TN 9 for "Here goes..":
2 2 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«OOC» Vulcan says, "TN is 11."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "9 base +2 for giving lip."
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Negotiation vs TN 11 for "Here goes.. (KP 2/10)":
3 4 5 7 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Negotiation vs TN 11 for "Here goes.. (KP 4/10)":
1 1 2 5 11 = 1 Success
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Whats your int?"
«OOC» Janie says, "7."
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 vs TN 7:
3 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 vs TN 7 for " KP 1":
5 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 - 1 vs TN 7 for " KP 3":
3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 - 1 vs TN 7 for " KP 6":
3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 - 1 vs TN 7 for " KP 10":
2 3 = 0 Successes


"I was under the mistaken impression that you were professionals that would not be aprehended by the Sioux Nations beleagured and underpaid customs and security force. I was apparently mistaken. However, as a show of my pity for your plight, I will remain 10 more minutes."

«OOC» Janie doesn't do the boot-licking toady thing very well. :)
«OOC» Vulcan grins.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "NOw, a car check! You're 15 minutes away. you need to speed, and a lot, to make it on time."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "So, Car, TN 4, you need 4 successes."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Being delayed sucks."
«OOC» Janie has Car 3, proposes a different strategy that has served her well in recent times.
«OOC» Vulcan listens.
«OOC» Janie says, "Summon a F3 city spirit — well within what her permit allows her to summon - and use its services to speed up the ride a bit."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "And you can do this while driving? How singular."
«OOC» Simone could do the summoning
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Ah hah! Team work!"

"Lupton's a fifteen minute drive from here," Janie murmurs as soon as she disconnects. "If ye c'n do anythin' t'get us there faster I'd appreciate it…"

The German lady's eyes grow wider and she bites her lip in concentration. "I can try some-sing here.." With a moment's thought she opens her window and leans out. A mild gust of wind wraps about the vehicle, blasting any loose papers into a whirlwind inside.

The dog in the car traveling next to you, seems very confused…

She leans down to fasten her seatbelt and puts as much of her upper body out the window as she can while buckled in, basically throwing her hands to the sky.

Simone closes her eyes and draws a spirit to her from the air which has a sense of guardianship about it. The wind surrounding the vehicle is immense, making both ladies' hair thrash about wildly.

Janie takes a moment to look at what Simone is doing. "Not bad," she murmurs, then concentrates on the road again.

Normally, Janie's a fairly careful driver, but with the spirit's aid and a severe time limit, it's time to floor that pedal and hope for the best. The little Ford americar lurches forward at speeds it probably shouldn't be capable of.

Simone lurches in her seat as Janie floors it, struggling to keep her hat from flying out of the vehicle.

Simone gets her bearings in the speeding automobile by latching onto the dash and the top of the door, and concentrates on the sky once again…

Club Deadlock, situated in the industrial section of Fort Luption, the administrative center of the Sioux Sector of the Denver FRFZ, is a mellow enough affair from the outside. It's the classic neo-deco revivalist architecture that throws back to the 1920s and 30s with a modernistic flair that includes swooping buttresses, looming towers and what could be mistaken for crenilations. It's the middle of the day, so the usual crowd of night dwelling beautiful people are all at starbucks and McBurgertown, working to get the money for tonights covercharge (30Y).

The parking lot is empty, though the front door is propped open by a chair.

Janie parks the car in a random spot in the lot, then opens the door and gets out. "Ye ready?" she asks Simone.

Simone nods, looking just a bit flustered by the wild ride. "Ja. Let's go."

The club is mostly empty, save for a cleaning crew. One of the crew nods to the women as they enter. "Hola, chicanas… Jefe says go to back booth, turn on vidscreen." In the day light, a 'night club' is very very boring. Much of the mundane details you see in daytime, are covered by lighting and darkness in the night.

Janie nods and heads for the booth indicated, then takes a seat and waits for Simone to sit down before turning on the screen.

THe screen activates. It shows an image of a burning office tower, the 14th floor burning wildly, the flames spreading upwards while helicopters and drones attempt to throw water and foam, a mage hovering in the air, clearly channeling mana. The building's top level shows 'HUNTER' across all four cardinal directions.

"Hunter Industries." Says the digitized voice over. "Perhaps you have heard of it."

Janie thinks for a moment before responding, trying to see if the name rings a bell.

Simone grimaces at the seeming news footage, taking deep breaths still and holding a hand over her heart. Of the voice-over's request she does not show any recognition or lack of it, she just continues to watch.

"Hunter… Weren't they goin' t'roll out some type o'new IC that could trace sattelite links?" Janie asks.

While the footage plays, something in the 15th floor explodes, sending flame roaring out in gouts from the building. The helos back off, the mage seemingly lost in the fireball. When the camera's refocus, the mage is there, but clearly floating down to the ground, having had enough.

"I see European women are not as unreliable as I have been lead to believe. This pleases me."

Simone nods. "I didn't see this footage, but I read the trix blurb, ja."

"The building was torched to destroy the hardcopy backups while a coordinated matrix attack destroyed any soft copy that was on the company computers. In short, this will cost the company billions. Possibly, cost the company its life. The company is not with out allies. I posit to you a question; what form of organization would have the most to gain from the ability to track deckers through satellite links?"

Simone gives the question some thought while arranging herself in her seat. She seems to move a lot. Not manically, just often. "I don't know, security teams I imagine." Simone just lets her train of thought wander.

"Any organization specializin' in matrix security'd benefit greatly from th'technique, but theoretically all or most o'em could just buy th'product once it's finished," Janie posits. "From what I saw on th'news, no matter how much Hunter was intendin' t'charge, that hit cost them a lot more…"

She thinks further. "So it'd be someone who'd benefit most from bein' th'/only/ entity t'own th'tech. Which leaves out a competitor tryin' t'reverse engineer unless they're playin' a long game…"

"Signals intelligence, counter intrusion. Specifically, the National Security Agency, charged with the digital security of the United Canadian and American States and the Directorate of Intelligence Analysis, the Confederated American States counterpart. Hunter Industries was a joint NSA/DIA Thinktank and research program. These organizations are very upset. Corporations lose money. Governments lose lives."

Simone watches the display with a measure of concern. "I don't know much about this kind of thing, but I suspect /someone/ has a copy of the research still."

The Johnson really should have known better than to suggest to a pair of shadowrunners that governments care about human lives more than corporations care about money, but Janie holds her peace. Instead, she nods. "They invested a lot o'money into developin' it; I take it th'fact we were contacted means they believe th'tech's still out there somewhere, an' they need deniable assets t'retrieve it f'r them?"

Simone nods to Janie. "I vooden't be surprised."

"Your suspicions would be wrong. The data as it was, no longer exists. It has been completely wiped out. It was a highly coordinated, determined attack. All Matrix hosts and the physical repositories are now ash. There is one possibility however, and you are being contracted to investigate it." A pause as the video shifts to show a diagram of a complex computer system interlacing the building. "The building had a state of the art Matrix Security system controlled by an onsite security expert who handled both Matrix and Drone security. A powersurge hit the building just prior to the attack. It knocked the security professional out, taking down the first stage of security. Now, the interesting part."

"This agent was utilizing a prototypical interface system that essentially loaded the building, and all of its data, in to the RAM of the brain. Imagine thinking, simultaneously, every process ongoing and timed, and having instant recall of every fact and datum stored on the servers in the building."

"Do you see where this is going?"

Simone finally seems to be getting fully alert again after her being winded. "We need to get this security agent's data…"

Janie whistles slowly. She's not a computer expert, but she has /some/ basic grasp. "That's a /lot/ o'info t'cram into a single metahuman brain," she murmurs. "How doe-Never mind, not our business. But that /could/ mean he's got th'tech ye need still in his head somewhere…"

"That is correct. There is the possibility that the information is still resident in his mind. The complication, is that the man is missing in the confusion. With the building and its protocols still loaded, its possible it has overridden his basic memory matrix and he is in an amnesiac state."

The german can't help but chuckle /momentarily/ to herself and mutters, "I vonder if he thinks he is the building." She clears her throat and gets serious.

"Possible, I suppose," Janie replies. "But let's not invent problems." She turns back to the voice. "So ye want us t'track him down an'bring him in?"

"Alive. Unharmed. And before he goes to sleep."

Simone says "Does him falling to sleep affect the data in any way?"

"When you sleep, the brain dumps its RAM, it's short term memory. Some may be committed to long term memory, but with serious degradation of the data. We wish to preserve as much as possible, if it is there." Answers the screen. "I am sure Ms. Blair can be more succinct as to the theoreticals of it."

Janie declines to rise to the bait. "Do ye have any kind o'lead on where he might be, or where he was last seen?" she asks.

"He was to be transported to Houston's Titan Memorial Hospital, owned by Ares, another sponser of the project, but his ambulance never arrived. It is currently unknown as to its whereabouts and its drivers have not been located."

Simone says "It could also be important to know his usual daily routine, his home address, and any closely linked family or coworkers in case he is… wandering."

"I was not going to suggest how you should do your job, but I would concur with those statements."

Simone says "Is it known who was to be his doctor when he should have arrived at the hospital?"

There is a growing silence from the Monitor. "I'm sorry. what am I hiring you to do, go pick up a grocery list of fruits and vegetables?"

"D'ye have a picture o'what he looks like?" Janie asks.

The monitor flashes to show the mans Ident-Badge picture. He's clearly ex Military by the look of him. Probably chairforce by the big of pudge around his cheeks. Just enough to show he's never spent time in the 'bush'. He's an attractive enough man, if you're in to slightly overweight ex military penis.

Simone leans to Janie so as not to interrupt the J, "Perhaps there is a way to get a file on him from either his doctor or the company itself. Otherwise, what, we need to track down an ambulance?" She begins contemplating the photo ID.

"Let me rephrase your job." Says the monitor. "You are trying to track down a man who may have a companies only backup files in his head. As such, I do not have access to his medical records or corporate records. They are destroyed. If you can get this man back, it may be possible to download those records at which point I will gladly forward them to you."

Janie nods. "Where was th'last check-in sent by th'ambulance before it vanished?"

Simone's brow draws low, and she says to Janie, "Well. I can send out some friends to search for the ambulance and the man also."

"It's last reported radio contact and grid guide contact was approximately 5 minutes from the hospital. It was not traveling on urgent flag or siren-on, as he was not in traumatic arrest and appeared to be responsive."

Janie nods. "Watcher spirits'd be our best bet, but they'll have an easier time o'it with a place t'start."

She nods at the screen. "We'll start there an'see what we c'n find."

"Very good. Do you accept this mission, or have I just wasted 45 valuable minutes?"

Janie looks at Simone, then nods. "Once we find him, how do we contact ye f'r a delivery location?"

"Under the table there is a phone. Take it. Autodial #1."

Simone nods her agreement as well and begins searching for the phone.

Ducttapped to the underside of the table, there's a cellphone, prepaid.

Simone places the device into her coat pocket, making sure the keypad is locked.

Simone stands and reviews her mental notes as the meet draws to a close.

Janie nods. "We'll be in touch once we've found him."

"Then, for clarities sake, you accept the mission, yes? I do like direct answers."

"Aye, we accept. Thirty kay on delivery?"

"A less scrupulous man would just say yes. I budgeted 150,000 for this mans recovery. Make it happen swiftly, and a larger share of that is yours. Now, proceed outside. Your transport to Houston, Texas is awaiting you."

Janie nods again and gets up. "We're on our way."

As the pair departs, Simone offers the cell phone to Janie, as it was her who initially received the contact for this mission.

So quiet you didn't even hear it land, a whisper engine and quiet rotors. The sleek black helicopter's rotors still spin, barely a hiss of air displaced by them, unlike the egg beaters of most helicopters. The sexy curves of the machine are only marred by the wheels which are extended downward at the moment, allowing it to settle lightly on the tires.

A black suited, black sun-glasses wearing man holds open one of the doors, utterly unmoving save for the ripple of cloth in the downwash.

Janie nods curtly at the MIB before boarding the 'copter.

Simone takes her seat in the craft and closes her eyes…

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