GM: Nightshade
Players: Nightshade, Mr.Terrific, Knox, Whiskey Slim.
Synopsis: The runners dish out on Papa Ratsy.
Date: Oct 8th 2070
The RagDoll - Private Room
This room might best be described as serviceable. The place has been made for secure meetings or even maybe a small party or card game. Nothing fancy is here, nothing that would stand out or be too fussy. Instead, a large table dominates the room with a faux wood top and thick legs constructed out of burnished chrome pipes, not unlike those you might find on a chopper. Six to eight chairs sit around the table, depending on the client and needs, each with a thick pad for comfort.
The dark brown walls are covered in Harley and Brawl memorabilia, with the centerpiece being a trophy from the 2049 Championship games. A trideo screen sits opposite the entryway, allowing those here to watch the game or use it for display purposes. The room is thickly insulated and soundproof, allowing a measure of privacy from the upstairs. The light in the room comes from a number of lights inset into the ceiling which can be adjusted by a switch on the wall.
Mr.Terrific is in Secure Jacket and Duster; relatively ordinary firearm well-concealed, and a student-like backpack full of 'stuff' (the most remarkable of which being his helmet). It does make for a western-casual sort of look quite suitable to the weather here in Denver, the duster over the jean-jacket providing necessary layering.
Nightshade is sitting pushed back from the long table so that her back is near to the wall, a large trunk with sturdy looking wheels on it's corners sits next to her. She's wearing fairly obvious armor under a large overcoat which currently hangs open, when closed she'd look more chunky than armored.
At the head of the table an elven man sits looking relaxed and comfortable, a swank looking briefcase sits on the table in front of him, several little LED lights flicker red when each of you enter the room and for a short time after until the flick back to green. If anyone has a standing spell or spirit escorting on one of the lights glows orange and the elf says, "If I could trouble you to please dismiss and disengage any magics you might have on your person. I'm afraid I can't tell friendly from hostile with this and we can't continue until we're in the green." He indicates the lights.
Mr.Terrific does not, in fact, have any standing spells or spirits, and he so inclinates his head in a patient fashion. He does adjust his bolo tie, though.
Knox enters from downstairs, puffing on a fat brown hand rolled cigar. His well tailored business clothes stick out from this bar, this part of town, this meeting. He spots the elven male, nods quietly and heads over making sure to politely and silently greet the rest of the individuals.
The elf glances around at the four runners, then at his case, "And just like in the movies, please silence your cellphones. Or rather turn them off, along with any other communication or radio devices…again, can't tell friend from foe." He smiles with the reasuring openness of most great white's and pulls his own cellphone from his pocket powering it down, then does the same for his pocsec. He then reaches out and pushes a button next to a previously unlit indicator which shows orange at the moment.
Whiskey Slim turns off his sustaining foci as requested then takes a seat fiddeling with stuff in his bag like he is nervous
Mr.Terrific pocsecs down, down, down, vibrate, done. Then he fiddles around in his backpack for something unseen, just to be quite certain nothing and no one is listening it. (It's probably the comlink on his happy helmet.)
Nightshade reaches into her pocket pulling out her own poc-sec and powers it down, she then puts a hand to her shoulder and powers off the tac-com strapped behind her neck under her hair. She nods to the others as the arrive.
Knox leans his head to the side and massages his shoulder. "It's in here." He points to his throat, "But it's off. Trust me.", he says in a slithering sonorous voice.
Turning off his pocsec takes a second for the tall troll to figure out how to do. Slim seems really anxious, like this maybe kind of a new gig for him. For anyone who knows him he is probably listening to coyote tell him what all is going to go wrong. he mumbles under his breath *coyote ju be quiet we is workin now* the little light does not change color to indicate anything active though.
As the machinery and magic powers down the lights on the case blink from orange to green, the case then begins to vibrate and hum slightly. Just on the edge of hearing it's an annoying whine you can't quite ignore. "Apologies for the noise," The elf offers then says, "As you might have guessed my name is Mr. Johnson, and I'm in need of your services." he opens the humming case and a trideo display pops up showing a map of the area, then as he speaks more details appear. "As you're probably aware much of the money in denver comes from the buying, selling and movement of information, but information is only valuable if it is in limited supply. A certain information broker has attempted to resell the same information more than we consider prudent as such there will be a market correction in his value." He steeples his fingers as the trideo displays several images of the broker, a human woman that could be close to fourty, with mousy brown hair and vanilla features. As the picture turns Nightshade blinks then leans forward studying her intently. The elf continues, "She may still be of worth to us so rather than retiring her we've decided to offer her a permanent position within our organization. Before we can do so we must evaluate her value. Thus I will need you two." He points to Mr.Terrific and Whiskey, "To play carrot an stick to determine if she truly believes she has information of value or if she's spent and was just trying to score before making a run for it." He then points to Knox, "I have brought on an information broker to assist you in verifying the value of information she may have access to." He then points to Nightshade, "You are here because you interracted with this woman in the past and should be able to locate her." Nightshade nods slowly.
Knox pages: any chance i already know this woman? If she's a fence as well?
You paged Knox with 'Not by her face, and no name has been given at this point.'.
Mr.Terrific gives Nightshade the raised eyebrow, and gives the elf the nod. "I call bad cop." He has questions to ask Nightshade, but that can't be done in the presence of a Mister Johnson.
Knox leans back, he taps some of the ashes of his cigar onto the floor. "Interesting, I'll hold my questions for now." The man leans forward again intently focused.
Nightshade looks over at the other three she ruffles her fingers with a scritching sound as she considers, "To do what he's hinting at, I need to be sitting still…so that leaves you three pretty much on your own aside from me acting like locator for you. Other than that, I don't see an issue with it, but it'll be your necks out there."
Mr. Johnson nods, "That's to be expected, which is why I am offering you." He points to Whisky and Mr.T, "35,000 nuyen each, and you" he points to Nightshade and Knox, "20,000 nuyen each. If you wish to discuss the split amongst yourselves you're welcome to."
Knox shakes his head, "I'll comfortable with the compensation, from what I understand my role is merely social, appraisal if you will.", he says slyly.
Mr. Johnson adds, "There will be a bonus of 30,000 paid if she is shown to be valuable and recruited successfully. It will be handed to whomever delivers her to us intact and employable."
Knox clasps his hands, "Consider me on board."
Mr.Terrific says "It sounds well enough to me."
Nightshade nods, "I'm in."
Cocking his head to the side Slim says "So ju wan we should go talk some girl bout info den des guys make sure dat info real?" "den we is pose to try an recruit her fo ju whatever thingy?" "If dat da wha we doin me in too."
Mr.Terrific says "I think we are ready for names and dates and places."
Mr.Terrific says "And what we can offer her, if we wanted to try a straightforwards approach."
Knox agrees with Mr. terrific, "Precisely, and can you elaborate on what the information pertains to? Int he event it's somethign I need to research a bit myself."
Mr. Johnson smiles, "The offer is simple, she will have a single client who will purchase the information she acquires at a fair market value. In exchange for a monopoly on her information she will be allowed to continue existing in this mortal world. The information she provides is varied in nature but tends to focus on corporate maneuvering in the entertainment, news and broadcast arenas…mass media as it were."
Knox smiles, "Ah, one of my special spheres of knowledge."
Mr.Terrific says "Can we give her the name of said client in the making of an offer?"
Mr. Johnson taps a few keys inside his breifcase and some additional information displays, "She has done a good job of protecting her real name, else she wouldn't be valuable enough to even consider this sort of action. She uses by "Papa Ratsy" as a callsign and often disguises herself as a male. She moves throughout the Denver and outlying areas freely and either has good technical knowledge or friends with good technical knowledge as we have been unable to trace her information back to a usable location. She meets few people in person professionally."
Mr. Johnson says, "As for the name of the client, no. She will either accept that she has been caught and agree to the decision blind, or she will die. If she accepts she will continue to work blind knowing only her contacts, this will reduce her ability to doublecross us as she will not know who /not/ to sell copies of the information to."
Mr.Terrific cracks his knuckles and frowns just the slightest bit. That makes it a rough sell, he thinks to himself But not an impossible one. Depends on the profile.
Mr.Terrific saith to this, "Very well." In a way, he realizes, this is what he was trained for.
Knox crosses his arms, "And thus increases her chance of crossing someone much less……forgiving if you will. Ok I'm starting to get the big picture.", he looks to the other three, "So what's the plan?"
Nodding his head Slim looks at Mr. Terrific and says"Ju good talk ju take lead. Me good back up will watch ju back. Me be ready help pull ju out if thing go bad." Then turning to Mr. J "now if girly say No, we done right?"
Mr. J clarifies, "If she says 'No.' you are to eliminate her."
Slim takes a really close look at the target to determine ethnicity
The elf nods, "I'll leave you to your business then." He takes four credsticks and slides them to each person, engraved on the outside of each is a passcode. "The accounts will be credited upon confirmation of the mission." He then sets down a small info display piece, "The drop location information is on here as well as the information we've already discussed, what images we have of the target, and a trixmail code to use if she refuses to notify of her elimation if she refuses or is found to have no valuable information sources."
Mr.Terrific , when he hears the 'you are to eliminate her' looks over to Nightshade. After all, she is the one who appears to know Papa Ratsy.
Knox listens intently, he put out his cigar and pockets the credstick. "Hopefully it won't come to that. If she's any kind of prudent business woman, there's no percentage in death."
Mr.Terrific , too, accepts the credstick and takes down the info appropriately.
The target is a female human of mixed heritage, she could easily pass for a mix of just about any nationality, her skin is either tan or dark, her nose is small and she carries bit of extra weight. She wouldn't pass as a 'pure' anything but if she said, 'my father was <insert heritage here> you'd have a hard time discounting it.
Nightshade doesn't seem to react to the possible death sentence other than double checking she can read the numbers engraved on the credstick.
Looking questioningly at the credstick Slim picks it up and eyeballs it "Me no kill no injun squaw, but me see what me do bought her come work for ju."
Mr.Terrific saith, "Are we ready to begin the planning session?" He says this in the way that indicates that Mr. Johnson is no longer required, because Mr. Johnson does not want to know how the sausage is made; for good or ill.
Mr. Johnson for his part nods answers any final questions, then closes his suitcase, turns it off and heads for the exit. (Anything you think of later OOCly you can ask on the OOCside).
Knox wants to know how the sausage gets made. He wants to grind it if he can too. Grind it slowly. Knox shakes from his reverie, "Yes definitely, I hestitate to say this but, this shouldn-t", he stops himself. "Lets plan yes. And I suppose I should introduce myself, the name is Knox, Henry Knox."
Nightshade points to herself, "I go by Nightshade."
Mr.Terrific says "Call me Mister Terrific, like in the old comics.""
Nightshade nods, "Alright, for those of you who didn't guess it, since I met this lady I can use a fetch to track her down, they're a little slow though so if I move while they're tracking her, they probably won't be able to find me when they come back. If we get lucky, I can have them cycling to ping her location every hour or so."
Mr.Terrific says "Can you tag her with ritual sorcery, or do you not have what you need?"
Mr.Terrific says "I wouldn't be looking for effectiveness, just the tag."
Knox nods, "All right. Then once she's located,", he looks to Mr. Terrific and Whiskey, "You'll be heading over to contact her?"
Nightshade shakes her head, "Ritual sorcery requires capabilities I don't have."
Mr.Terrific nods to Knox. "Eventually. I'm going to guess you're good with computers? could you give me a rundown of Papa Ratsy's trid postings, her blog posts, her runner stuff? I want to work up a psych profile. Generally psych profiles are worth what you pay for them, but here I'll be paying myself, so we will have to see."
Whiskey Slim turns his sustaining foci back on now that Mr. J has left the room. He listens to the plan while he casts the dark armor spell back on the sustaining foci.
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 6 for "R5 dark armor":
2 2 3 4 5 5 8 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "resist S drain":
3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 10 = 7 Successes
«Plot» Whiskey Slim says, "sustaining foci turned on F5 dark armor no drain."
«Plot» Nightshade says, "Noted."
Knox crosses his arms, "Well, I wouldn't say I'm a decker by any stretch of the imagination. I can put the word out amongst my contacts and do some some simple searching, armed with her picture and what info we do have."
You paged Knox with 'Are you decker or contact style info broker or both?'.
Knox pages: The latter
Knox pages: Contacts etc
You paged Knox with 'Papa Ratsy is known to dish the inside scoop on just about every major deal going on. Above the table this is stuff that's hitting the tabloids at about the same time an just as valuable, below the table she's know to have th real dirt but play it tight to the chest. Her Papa Ratsy persona writes in a masculine style and frequently focuses on who's tits you can see in what scene.'.
Mr.Terrific asks Nightshade, "Do you know if she has any magical capabilities, or regular friends besides yourself who would notice spirits giving her a flyby and similar actions?" He doesn't call Nightshade a 'friend' of Papa Ratsy because Nightshade just took cred for a mission that might end in her death.
Mr.Terrific hms. "Let's do that. If you talk to your contacts about her she is almost sure to get wind someone is looking for her, and we want her to get wind someone is looking for her."
Mr.Terrific , in the meantime, sets his pocsec to garglesearch dogpile on Papa Ratsy for all her public postings.
Mr.Terrific says, for the benefit of all, "What I am trying to determine, before we make any personal contact, is how she responds to threats. Some people would rather die than give in. Some people would rather die than ask for help. Some people are what are called 'negative responders' and will contradict anything you try to tell them no matter how wise it is. Some people run, which she is likely to do; and some people don't."
Nightshade raises an eyebrow making the skin around the spikes above crinkle, "I don't know anything about her other than having met her in passing. Whoever is after her is a good information digger to make the match between us. I wouldn't have a prayer finding her except I got a little bio-helper for memory." She taps her head.
Whiskey Slim looks over at Mr.Terrific "Since girl is high profile kind of girly go on me can cast a physical mask spell on ju so dat ju no look like ju while ju is talkin at her once we find. Dat way she no know ju later."
Mr.Terrific headbobs to Slim. "I like that."
Whiskey Slim says "Me can use illusions and invisiblity on ju if thing go bad an need pull out.
Mr.Terrific says "Excellent. I'm pretty good with the invisibility myself, but I can't do much else if I have it going."
Mr.T's search is /flooded/ with posts and responses on just about every movie deal, feature flic, and newscaster that's ever been employed. Heavy focus on the Denver area but movie commentary is wide ranging. This guy is a constant stream of insight and opinion on just about everything.
Whiskey Slim says "me jus take position where me see ju but no so near dat dem think we together an stuff."
Papa Ratsy's Trix Icon is a portly looking rat, slightly balding sitting in front of a trideo display with a bucket of popcorn balanced on it's gut.
Mr.Terrific begins making notes and notations as he goes through the postings on 'Papa Ratsi' who is supposed to be a meatbody human woman. Occasionally he quietly comments about the word order in 'her' postings and how one relates to the other, and what kind of 'in-jokes' she builds up for people who 'follow' her postings. "The important thing to remember is that people expose themselves when they believe they have anonymity. Even trained operatives have a hard time restraining themselves when they believe they are posting without their real name or tracking information, even when they can track. That's why people who want to post anonymously and maintain a 'character' that doesn't lead back to them do it in teams, where one person checks the other's work."
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Looking at it with insight, you can see Papa is trying a bit /too/ hard to be masculine, but that's pretty common on the trix where gender is univerally stereotyped. Looking from older to newer it looks like her posts have gotten more hyped with less 'content' as time passed. Where she used to slip in a 'subtle' hint what was happening she's now 'screaming' the news. The time between when the hint and the tabloids run the press has been shortening as well and now her 'scoops' are just barely beeting the 'mass media' releases.'.
From afar, Mr.Terrific hms. That doesn't look all that great. Does she get involved in flamewars, or does she handle those in more feminine ways? Off-putting, ignoring, passive-agressiveness?
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Constant flamewars, it's a rep business. But it's all done on a 'quasi-professional' grade. The flames are well written, rearched and scathing.'.
Mr.Terrific pages: Does she use sockpuppets, has it been exposed that she does, or does she appear to have real allies?
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Based on what you know, looks like she's riding out the last dregs of her 'previous' reputation, aboveboard though, no-one is slamming her.'.
Knox steps away from the table and begins to mumble to himself, clearly in the midst of a phone call or two. He chuckles at something no one else can hear, a hand casually tosses through his hair.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Knox give me an open test etiquette roll so I can see how much dirt you get and prove me a contact that's in this arena (prove your 'strongest' and we'll assume the rest just echo that one's info)."
«OOC» Knox says, "Sure thing. Uh, what do you mean by prove?"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "+prove <contactname?"
«OOC» Knox says, "and etiquette or street etiquette?"
«OOC» Knox says, "thanks"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Hmmm…street etiquette really wouldn't apply when dealing with media (unless you've got a convincing reason why it would)."
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) has the Contact Lisa Ling with the following information:
-----> Contact for Knox (#4448) <------
Contact Name: Lisa Ling
Level: 1
Type: simsense star
GM Note: Troll on Ork on Norm Simsense? Dwarf orgy? Soft-core cyber Lisa's done it all. She's also got a nasty addiction to anything under the sinful sun, she says it's "part of the lifestyle". Knox swings by her "studio" every once and a while to deliver her "candy" and sticks around the studio to watch, though in Knox viewpoint there's something to be said leaving it to the imagination. Imagination is something Lisa doesn't have much of. What she does have is a shopping list of boyfriends all over the Denver looking to say they spent a night with "The Cybernetic Cougar" That makes a man have loose lips….and she hears a lot of gossip she that shouldn't because of it.
Lisa is Asian/Nan female human, she looks like your typical adult simsense star: Tanned Barbie doll plastic surgery looks in an athletic frame, but with voluntary cybernetic arms and legs that are part of her "brand appeal".
«OOC» Knox says, "I figure it's gossip/media related"
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Etiquette:
3 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Corporate rumors for "Possible complimentary?":
1 2 4
Lisa gets on the line, "Oh of course I know 'Papa Ratsy' we had a thing a while back after he wrote some reviews about me a while back. He claimed that plastic would never be as good as 'the real thing.' Course he changed his tune after a day with me, he could barely walk on the way home…wasn't my best performance but there's only so much you can do when your partner poops out. Haven't heard from him in a while though, why? Is he putting me down again?'.
Knox seems confused on the phone, "Thanks for the info sweet meat, I'll be sure to slip some Novacoke you're way gratis. I haven't heard him say anything bad actually, so he must be pretty satisfied. but….you're saying you saw, um ahem, his junk? Or was he just watching?"
Knox adds, "And do you know where his offices are? What was he like in person?"
Lisa laughs, "Saw it, touched, it tasted it, and took every inch of it…though it wasn't all that many inches."'. Lisa laughs, "And he came over my place."'.
Knox responds, "Ok, I know youre busy one more thing. How did he seem in person? Nervous or anything like that?"
Lisa sounds like she's talking through a grin, "Dear, you've seen how they are when they first arrive, they're all a little nervous with the Cybernetic Cougar on the prowl, at least till the tongue bath starts."'.
Knox says "All right love. Thank you, and don't forget I'll be swinging by later this week to watch your new shoot and I'll have some powder for you."
Lisa laughs, "Of course you will dear, and I'll have a little blow for you too."'.
Knox concludes, "Thanks." And hangs up.
Mr.Terrific says, "So, let me go first. Based on what I glean from public info, I am going to guess that she used to have contacts in the biz. Over time, her contact or contacts have fallen out of favor, or she has fallen out of favor with her contact, so her news is not so impressive any more. She is a good talker and writer, and she wields the satire pen well. If she does get a look at us and a good picture, she could destroy our reputations easily. That's likely the biggest danger. I don't see much physical problem." He yields the floor.
Knox seems to hang up when he announces, "Huh. That's weird." He turns ona polished shoe heel and sits back down, "Sooooo what I've gathered is the woman-man whatever, does a lot of the tabloid stuf likye you said Terrifbut she also has by your own confirmation a lot of real pay dirt, which she plays close to the proverbial chest.", he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, "Now. I just got off the phone with a simsense porno actress who said she slept with Ratsy for a better review of her new comeback trideo. She slept with /him/, as in male genitals. So either this is some kind of cyber prosthetic, or there's two people here claiming to be one who disguises as another. If that makes any sense. Listen when we meet up with this person, I'm tagging along in a vehicle, I've got some light surviellance equipment maybe it'll come in handy."
Knox looks around for that information to settle.
Mr.Terrific grins. "Ah ha ha. Now we're talking. Primary and a secondary. Woman and a contact. Or team action."
Mr.Terrific looks over to Slim, "Do you have any information to lay in, or should I lay down a plan?"
Whiskey Slim shrugs " Me no think me know anyone who run in does circles ju wan mojo ju wan healin me is ju guy."
Mr.Terrific nodnods. "All right. Your disguise spell is physical, right? Fools cameras?"
Whiskey Slim nods
Mr.Terrific says "Okay. Make yourself look like a total badass down-south blood-drinking Quetzal shaman mage type guy. And stand against the wall here so I can get some pictures of you."
Whiskey Slim says me got physical disguise spell me got physical illusion spell. M can hide ju from people and camera
Nightshade takes a few minutes to pull up some fetches, watcher spirits that look like their made of bone and barbs, then speaks to them quietly sending them out one at a time after a series of instructions.
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "you want me to look like that, you want you to look like that or you just want a guy to stand there?"
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "I want you to look like that so I can take a picture of you looking scary and say, "This is the guy they hired to kill you.""
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "make a big ugly Mexican blood drinking fucker with Physical Mask":
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "soak M":
1 2 3 4 11 17 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Nightshade says, "Acquired, pics of a big scary looking blood drinking troll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 6 for "fashion mexican clothes":
2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "soak L":
1 1 2 3 4 4 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 6 for "fashion normal clothes":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "soak L":
1 2 3 3 4 8 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 6 for "fashion normal clothes":
1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 5 8 9 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "soak L":
2 4 4 5 8 10 = 5 Successes
Mr.Terrific says "Okay. So here is my plan so far. Nightshade discovers her location. I go there. I make contact, probably one of two ways after I astrally perceive and assense. One, I will rush up to her, tell her she is being attacked by a ritual sorcery, put her under my spell defense, and try to get her to a safe location, explaining to her that I recognize the alstral signature of the person who is doing it, a well known blood shaman assassin by the name of 'Manyana.'"
Mr.Terrific says "Or two, I go more low key, make contact, and offer her a job contingent on an interview."
Whiskey Slim says "Ju wan me stay like dis or me switch back now?"
Mr.Terrific says, "In either case, my goal is to put her under a 'Compel Truth' spell, and ask her a few pertinent questions for you," he indicates Knox, "To verify. And yes, you can switch back now."
Mr.Terrific says "Chances are that we will spot the second man sometime in this action."
Whiskey Slim grunts and trys again
Mr.Terrific says "Does this sound like an adequate plan?"
Mr.Terrific says "I'll be disguised, Knox will have his van and he will be spotting for people comes int surround me and take me out, you'll, " he indicates Whiskey, "will similarly be around to pull me out.""
Knox mentions, "In the event we need to hold her and question her, I have some sodium pentothal we can use to administer. You know, truth serum."
Mr.Terrific says, "Very nice."
Mr.Terrific says "Hopefully not required, but on the list. Similarly, I hope I don't have to put a gun to her head, but it's on the list.""
Nightshade remains pre-occupied talking patiently with the fetches as they come and go. She glances up, "I'll need a dummy cell for at least one of you lot, my radio's decent but I'm not sure where she's going to turn up and it might be well out of range." She pops open the trunk at her feet, inside is a small neatly stowed arsenal of death, and a cute hot pink cellphone with sparlkes in a plastic pack. She pulls out the phone, powers it on and looks at the temp number it displays. "I'll be at this number." She puts the phone on the table so the others can get the number down. "Keep convo over the line casual, it's not encrypted."
Mr.Terrific comlinks in, takes pocsec numbers, etc.
Mr.Terrific says "So, are we all bought in? Are we good? Could you make me look like someone else?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "make Mr. Terrific look like a big black man with Physical Mask F5":
1 1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 7 10 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "soak M":
2 2 2 4 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Willpower - 3 vs TN 3 for "soak M 1/3kp":
1 2 2 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "well I guess I will take an L stun"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Whisk at L stun."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Whiskey you won't be 'at rest' till you drop any sustained spells so L stun for the time being, note if that changes please."
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "kk my plan was to sit in the car and maintain the spell so Mr. T. does not get found out."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Sounds good. Mr.T any further prep work?"
Mr.Terrific looks down at his hands, and o-kay. Challenging piece of acting.
Mr.Terrific being pretty much the whitest white boy who ever whited a white fence.
Knox copies down all numbers and contact info for later use, "My transceiver is in the car along with my usual needed items. My phone's built in," he shrugs, "So once contact is made, I'll follow Terrific and Whiskey in my very well beaten looking jackrabbit. Set up a laser microphone on any available windows and set that to record while I listen in on your comms as well."
Mr.Terrific asks Nightshade, "Have we got a location yet?"
Nightshade shakes her head, "Not yet, these things can take hours. I'd get yourselves back towards the center of town and pick up any supplies you need. Once I get a fix on her I'll start cycling them, so they give me updates on where she is, but it'll be a few minutes between each ping."
Whiskey Slim is visibly distracted "Me will ride wit someone so me can sustain spell."
Mr.Terrific does this thing. He's in disguise, so he works up his accent and vocal patterns and so forth. "Got no car as of yet, so you're the man," he says to Knox.
Mr.Terrific says "Not until I spot the woman in question."
Knox smirks, "Well I figure we'l meet back up once young Nightshade here has a definitive location. And my Jackrabbit can only another norm, it aint troll sized so I hope you have a bus pass.", he adds sarcastically.
Mr.Terrific says "In that case, I'll stick with you on the tram."
Mr.Terrific says "We can link up in the middle of town."
It's a few hours later when one of the fetches reports back with a location, Downtown. Nightshade spends a minute or two deciphering the directions it gives then passes it along to the others, "Downtown in the FTZ, at one of the Trid Plexes…I think it's the one in the Mooreland Building, I'll have confirmation on that in like fifteen minutes but start heading that way."
Mr.Terrific heads indeed. He has an altered walk by this point, and he has his binoculars for long-distance spotting, like say, from a block away; not like you can do that inside a trid plex, but he's just saying.
«OOC» Knox says, "just to be clear, if you're driving to the location how close can I park to the trid plex?"
The tridplex in question takes up several floors of the Mooreland building. Tickets are sold on the lowest floor and allow access to specific floors through a private elevator for each show. The moreland building itself is high lifestyle and high security but open to the public (so long as you look like you belong there.) A parking garage is located beneath the building and has spaces still available.
Whiskey Slim follows Mr. Terrific keeping him in sight so he can keep the spell sustained he adopts a panhandlers gait and picks up a peice of card board along the way writting on it with a sharpie marker "The End is Near"
Mr.Terrific checks it for the really intensive scanners that would detect his fairly dinky and well-concealed firearm before making a purchase and going in.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "They've got a fairly good set of security, you would expect mag detectors on the doors. What type of firearm you packing?"
Knox pulls up and into a parking lot nearby where a decent view fo the whole building. He pulls a "cabbie hat" low over his brow , repalces his suit jacket with a ratty brown sweater. Checks his MAD-defeating Gambler pistol on his wrist, as well as the silenced Browning and loaded sodium penthotal syrin in the glove compartment, lasty he looks over his shoulder where a laser microphone on a tripod sits in the back on the car floor. "Drek." He comms in on the commlink to Terrific.
Mr.Terrific has a 'browning ultra power' it seems.
Mr.Terrific believes that he will be leaving said 'browning ultra power' in the car.
Commlink-Knox> Knox says, "Looks like my plan's a bit useless, I can't eavesdrop on anything into a trid theatre — no windows. I'll keep alert here and if I see any threats going your way, I'll give you the code, "CHEESE""
Whiskey Slim finds an out of the way spot and maintains his spell while sitting by his sign.
Knox sits in his car, looking back and forth but mainly keeping his eye trained on entrances to the building.
Mr.Terrific , yea verily, goes through the building for her as much as is legally required, or until he gets a ping from Nightshade saying she's left the building.
Nightshade sends a few quick messages first confirming the theatre, then giving a floor number. "Can't tell what movie, these things can't read…something actiony though, everybody seems excited."
Mr.Terrific makes his best guess based on film title and floor and doesn't mind going into a movie already in progress. And if it's got Neil the Ork Barbarian in it, well, he gets to mix business with pleasure.
In the theatre there are over 20 movies currently playing, only two meet the rough description given, a buddy cop comedy thriller drama action film starring the enter cast of last month's blockbuster buddy cop comedy thriller drama slasher film. And a french film about toast.
Mr.Terrific selects number 'one'.
Mr.Terrific does not need to see a french film about toast, or about gay cowboys eating pudding, for that matter.
The film has already started but there are seats still available…assuming one has a credstick.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Please give me a +prove of whatever sin/credstick you're using, they don't appear to accept scrip."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "If you're buying a ticket that is."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "It's a simple tap and pin number system, a base rating credstick checker."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "They just don't deal with filthy paper money here…ewww."
Mr.Terrific pages: how do I +prove a sin?
You paged Mr.Terrific with '+prove 1'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) has the Real SIN CAL-07242-000WST-0008IQ-SWV (Rahne Levtron) with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
==================> SIN Information for Mr.Terrific (#7242) <==================
SIN: CAL-07242-000WST-0008IQ-SWV
Name: Rahne Levtron
Type: Real
Created: Fri Aug 20 23:43:07 2010
Player: Mr. Terrific (#7242)
Mr.Terrific does indeed have a perfectly good credstick. Unfortunately, if they bring up the face, it doesn't look a damn thing like him right now, because he is disguised. So he sees if the attendant is using a face thing and a screen, and if he is, he won't go in.
Mr.Terrific will just buy some icey-cream at the concession stand and wait for the film to be over.
Mr.Terrific if they don't use a vidscreen for the buying of icey-cream.
You're issued your ticket and the elevator awaits to take you to the theatre. Which is darkened and displaying a movie.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Vision mods for seeing in the dark?"
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "None save letting my eyes adjust and starting from the bottom going up."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Give me a perception roll please."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence for "For the spotting of mousy women and their paramours.":
2 2 3 3 3 4
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "Ho yeah baby."
Mr.Terrific lets his eyes adjust and slowly traverses the aisles looking for a seat and, coincidentally, a woman. By turning his back to the screen and starting from the bottom and going up, the faces are somewhat lit to him. But clearly it is a difficult task.
Mr.Terrific will sit in the back and attempt to acquire her at the end of the movie when the lights come on. :)
Mr.Terrific or if he gets a pocsec message saying she has left the building.
Mr.Terrific is not a hurried fellow.
In the darkened theater, everone looks a bit mousy…so Mr.T get's to watch the flick. It's an amazing accomplisment of special effects and technology…too bad they fired all the writers on the first day of shooting. As the lights come up and people start to make their way out Mr.T get's his chance.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Give me another perception check."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "And is there anything special you're doing or trying other than just looking around."
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence for "Now, with actual light, spotting from the back of the theater and a commanding view, dawdling and being the last one out.":
1 1 4 5 9 14
A woman walking out beside a chunky slightly balding man matches the images perfectly.
Mr.Terrific pretends to be turning his pocsec back on because he is, like, the only person in the entire goddamn universe who actually listens when at the beginning the show they ask you to turn your pocsecs to silent, and he uses that cover (that and checking his messages) to take a no-flash pocsec picture of them. With that done, he'll get up and trundle along after them the way everyone else is trundling. And during this trundling action, that is when he will assense the two of them - being hermetic, it's not really apparent except to the awesomely paranoid.
Mr.Terrific pages: Let me know if I should make with the aura reading and perception.
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'Give it a roll, bg count is 1'.
Mr.Terrific pages: so target number is 5?
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'yeppers'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Aura Reading vs TN 5 for "On the chunky balding man - obviously the producer-director type":
1 1 3 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence vs TN 5 for "With no complementary successes, the actual assense on the chunky balding man":
1 1 2 4 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Aura Reading vs TN 5 for "On the actual 40ish woman":
1 1 2 3 4 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Intelligence vs TN 5 for "And with no complementary successes, the actual assense on the 40ish woman.":
2 3 3 4 7 11 = 2 Successes
Mr.Terrific looks for their cyberware, for their magical activity, looks to validate basic assumptions.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "You can tell the chunky man is alive…and that he's not particularly amused by the movie. Human, mundane, minimal cyber. For the woman, she's human with a bit more cyber, mundane as well, a bit nervous and dissappointed."
Mr.Terrific comms, "As expected, no magic, 'power user' level cyber."
Mr.Terrific does in fact trundle up close enough to them to be heard the way everyone trundles out of a movie. He puts in his earphone like he's so bored he's listening to music, and begins singing a way old, way old Lady Gaga song under his breath to see if the two of them, the woman really, will pick it up.
Mr.Terrific sing-murmurs, "I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me,"
Mr.Terrific sing-murmurs, "Papa, papa-razzi. Baby there's no other superstar; you know that I'll be."
Mr.Terrific sing-murmurs, "Papa, pap-razzi."
Mr.Terrific can go through the whole song - he has it downloaded.
Mr.Terrific has clearly chosen the 'soft' option for making an introduction.
The woman doesn't so much as blink as she moves towards the exit, actually she's being rather infrequent on the blinking and moves in a rather stilted and zombiefied manner. The man beside her holds the door out of the theater for her and they both start heading for the elevator which is zipping up and down between the floors as the people get out. A small crowd has queued up beside the elevator door as some folks disappear into the rest rooms and others wait for space on the elevator. The entrepeneural theater has set up a small snack/memorabilia stand right beside the elevator to take advantage of the crowd.
Mr.Terrific will attempt to be on the elevator with them, as foolish as that is. Close enough to see if she's plugged into something, thus causing her stilted movement - she might be writing her article right now, or responding to flamewars. It's not uncommon to be walking around like that, and that could easily be a reason why she didn't spot his clever opening line. That, and she might not be into 75 year old recording artists. In any case, it shouldn't be too hard to trail her out. If she goes to the parking garage, that's where he will be obvious.
The private elevator only runs between the theatre floors, letting everyone out in the theatre lobby for one last chance to sell them something before the board the common elevators to take them to the building's main lobby or garage. Mr.T will have to follow them to the second set of elevators, which is not difficult as that is where most are headed. The woman does not appear to be plugged into anything visible but she has all the characteristics of someone jacked in.
Mr.Terrific yea verily, continues following. It doesn't matter if he's spotted because he will be contacting them. What matters is if they go out on the street or down in the garage.
The elevator drops down to the lobby level, and a few folks get out, then continues to the garage below, P2. When it dings and the pair move to get out along with three other people. A male ork in a business suit and a young human couple in their teens that have been chatting up a storm about how great the movie was.
Mr.Terrific will take the P2 garage as the best option and just move to strike up a conversation with them. "Excuse me? I don't suppose I could ask you two a quick question?" He doesn't mind that there's other people around, not for this.
The parking garage is filled with cars, lots and lots of cars. With the invention of grid guide parking has become much simpler as cars can pull themselves into and out of spots so people no longer need to leave space to open and close their doors. They get out, then the vehicle pulls forward before shutting down, saving precious inches.
The chunky fellow turns around putting his hand on the woman's arm, "What'cha need chummer?" He glances around his eyes confirming the location and good condition of several security cameras in the area, not an unusual action in this paranoid time.
Mr.Terrific says, "I wanted to ask your opinion on a really old song by Lady Gaga, if you've ever heard of her. It's called 'Paparazzi,' and it's the third song on her 'Fame' album." Obviously he stretches out the word 'Paparazzi' to be a little more like Papa Ratzi. He keeps his hands open, palms facing, about at waist level. "You might want to keep it public, you might want to keep it private, but somewhere where there's cameras, up to you. Maybe I can get you a coffee."
Commlink-Knox> Knox says, "/ Queues in. "Status?""
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Give me a intimidation or negotiation roll difficulty 4 (whichever you'd consider what you just did)."
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "I have neither. Etiquette to open a discussion? Or suggest a default?"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "mmm…Etiquette as default make that a 6 difficulty"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Etiquette vs TN 6 for "Never knew saying hello was so tough - at least there's no background count":
1 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Etiquette vs TN 6 for "KP:1":
2 2 9 = 1 Success
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Not so much saying hello as if he'll agree to come with you."
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "Good 'nuff. Hey, I could go with him. :)"
The man shrugs, then gives the woman's hand a little squeeze, her eyes refocus on him for a moment, "Hun, go to the car, this fella wants to talk to me about a song or something." He then squares off his shoulders as she starts to move back behind him towards the car, still moving in a slightly hurky jerky way. "So, whatcha want to talk about Chummer?"
Mr.Terrific comes clean. "I want to talk to you about Papa Ratsi. I know someone who would like to contract for his skills and services. Except, funny enough, they were looking a little more for her. Me, I'm thinking it's a package deal, myself."
Chunky nods, "Yeah? I think you've got the wrong folks entirely but I'm not looking for trouble, so how bout you go tell your folks they're barking up the wrong tree, and we call it square."
The woman continues walking towards the cars.
Mr.Terrific sighs and says, "You may or may not be familiar with how these things go. I'm the contact guy. I say hello. I make offers. With me, it is all smiles. But we have two other teams. One is the info team, and that's pointed at your woman there. Whereever she goes, she gets tracked. They have the hair and the clippings and they've been doing the ritual sorcery and the tracking, all the innocuous stuff.
Mr.Terrific pointedly does not mention the third team, but he does, quite loudly, state that the woman is being traced and she really should come over here and listen.
Knox pages: Would i be able to hear any of this over the comm?
«OOC» Nightshade says, "And Knox you would only hear this if Mr.T is on open mic, which he could be if he wanted to be (assuming he has a mic somewhere on his body.)"
Commlink-Knox> Knox says, "'T', when you have a chance, let me know where they are if i need to tail or pick you or 'W' up."
Chunky takes a deep breath and holds it, looks like he's trying to control his temper, "Look, I don't think you know how it works…" he says as he lets out his breath slowly, "…if you want to talk to her, you gotta go through me, and you aren't getting through me…so how about you turn around and get back in the elevator." He's turning a bit red in the face and looks like he's gnashing his teeth taking another deep breath and holding it.
Mr.Terrific says, "Okay, what's your price?"
Mr.Terrific seems pretty relaxed.
Chunky did not seem to be expecting that tactic and lets out his breath in a rush, "It's ten kay to talk to her, and that's not counting the cost of what you want to know."
Mr.Terrific says "Five kay, and she does it under Compel Truth."
Mr.Terrific says "She doesn't have to talk, but what she says is verified."
Mr.Terrific has his pocsec on open mike.
Chunky squints at Mr.T, "20k if you're going to be using magic on her, and I'll have a gun pointed at you and be watching her like a mother hen and you like a chicken hawk."
Mr.Terrific says "Is she going to be jacked in like a zombie the whole way through, or do I have her un-dee-vi-ded attention?"
Chunky says, "Add another 5k and you've got her attention."
Mr.Terrific says "How much time does the 25 k buy me?"
Chunky smiles, "Until you finish asking your questions and she decides what the price of answering them will be."
Mr.Terrific checks his credstick. "Twenty is as far as my credit line goes. So I'll pay for what twenty gets me."
Knox leys the ignition on his car, he will drive to the parking garage and try to get onto the floor they're on as quietly as possible.
Chunky pulls out a pocsec with a credstick reader, "20 then, and don't forget about that gun provision…you try something funny and there won't be an option for an open casket viewing."
Chunky says, "We've got a van, you can ask your questions in there if you like."
Mr.Terrific slots his credstick for the man, showing the 20k and change. "You want it here, or somewhere where you can point a gun at me? Like I said, I'm Mister Smiles. Sure, we'll hit the van.
Commlink-Knox> Knox queues in, "I'm headed you're way. I'll stay out of site. Mention Lady Gaga again if you need me up and out in view."
Chunky says, "I don't mind needing to have the van cleaned for 20k. You can ask your questions in there."
Mr.Terrific says "Let's go for it."
Knox pages: I'd like to have Know driving through the levels looking for the gathering, he'll keep driving. But in the event anything goes down I want to have a lock.
You paged Knox with 'You're able to find the van, there are several spots open nearby, do you want to stop and park or keep circling?'.
Knox pages: I'll park several spots away, might as well while Chunky is distracted
Mr.Terrific goes up to the van, waits for the door to open, keeps an open comlink, waits to spot the woman.
Chunky starts walking over to where a conversion van is already sitting quietly with the woman inside. The van is the sleeper type with a bench in the back that folds out into a bed, two captains chairs up front and two in the middle. Comfortable seating for six. It's got some obvious tech inside, sat uplink and other electronics. Decent consumer grade. The woman's far away gaze disappears as Chunky walks over, the side door of the van slides open. The woman says, "Have a seat, just a moment while I get comfortable then you can ask your questions." She moves to the back of the van and settles onto the bench, Chunky steps in, reaches up to a semi concealed compartment and comes back down with a sizeable pistol as the van's windows tint out. Chunky points to one of the captains chairs. "You sit there, that way if I have to shoot you, the brains mostly goes away from the upohoulstery."
Mr.Terrific sits thereupon, on the edge of the seat, turned to face the woman.
Mr.Terrific says "Say when."
Knoxgently glides the Jackrabbit into a parking spot several spots away and across, angling his rear view mirror. He pops open the glove compartment and places a silenced Browning Ultra power under his seat. He turns over and flicks his laser microphone on, aiming it at the tinted windows of the van, and presses record. Never know, could be useful.
The woman settles in putting her hand out on a small spot on the armrest that looks like it's put there just for that purpose. "Alright, what do you want to know?"
Mr.Terrific says, "Pardon my legalese." He makes a display of turning on his pocsec to record. "Do you acknowledge that you are willing to be subject to a standard voice recording, and willingly under the effects of a 'Compel Truth' spell?"
The woman chuckles, "Boy, there's nothing legal going on in here…not about the recording your making of me or the one I'm making of you, ask your questions."
Mr.Terrific grins. "Good enough for me. I'll leave off the spell now that I seem to have your attention. I represent a 'Mister Johnson' with whom I believe you have dealt in the past. He wants to engage your services in an exclusive manner, and become your employer. The up-side? He has resources and will back you. The down side? You become less of a free agent. The carrot? Easy pay, negotiated with him. The stick? They can locate you whereever you are and they have a hit squad on retainer if I fail - you might have heard of the head, his names' 'Manyana' if you track stuff like that. Has a rep down south."
«OOC» Mr.Terrific leaves off the spell given her words.
The woman nods, "Exclusivity is expensive, tell him that my rate would quintuple for that type of commitment, if he's worked with me in the past he'll know what price that sets."
Mr.Terrific adds, a little directed at Mister Chunky, "Like I said, I think it's a team effort. Don't think you're being cut out."
Knox shifts in his seat slightly, listening in on the Comm.
Mr.Terrific nods, and checks his pocsec, clearly making sure of some details. "So, based on that, the party I represent has a request. He wants a piece of info, I don't care how small or large, that says you still have inside connections. That you're still worth what you want him to pay. He has a concern that your low-down info has been getting closer and closer to 'general release' info. Does my 20k cover that? I can link it up to someone to verify it while we wait. If it doesn't pan out, then you have your 20k and I will walk away sadly."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Hmmm…give me an etiquette TN 12 with psych as comp, you need 3 successes."
«OOC» Mr.Terrific ums. :)
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Psychology:
1 4 5 5 7 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Etiquette:
3 5 5
The woman nods, "Depends entirely on what sort of information they want to know, you want a 5k tidbit have them check out Carl Hanaman's arrest record for, it puts him in the wrong city when they were shooting the most recent episode of 'Chicago Survivors'. By now only the cops that booked him will remember it but it's there. Proves that the betting on the survivors is completely rigged, everybody assumes that anyway, but there's some hard proof."
Mr.Terrific saith, "That is good enough for me." He transmits this upon the necessary comlink to Knox for verification - and to make sure it is actual low-down, not stuff everyone knows but something only a skilled person gets. It is only so awesome, but there it is.
«Auto-Judge[]» Nightshade (#3173) rolls 4 for "Dice of mystery and TN setting.":
1 2 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) has the Contact The Rat with the following information:
-----> Contact for Knox (#4448) <------
Contact Name: The Rat
Level: 1
Type: decker
GM Note: According to Knox, "The Rat is a pale, emaciated, selfish little prick of an elf. But he's ok." Bad taste, bad breath, bad skin, tacky black street clothes, everything the polished ork fixer hates. He's a young male elf who wears tattered/punk leather type clothing and usually sports a "liberty spike" style Mohawk in lime green. But, the teenager's elite in the trix and gets paydirt. Knox sends The Rat work his way, The Rat sends Knox what he wants (info, services etc). The Rat's personality is mch like his nick name: skittish, selfish, interested in hoarding the scraps of information hidden in databases. His Matrix icon is a looping decomposing rat corpse with a lime green Mohawk. The Rat is likely an average or at best slightly above average decker.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Well, the dice want you to succeed on this one…Knox give me a contact you're chekcing in with and an etiquette roll vs TN 4"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "You need 2 successes."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "It's a ratty convention!"
«OOC» Knox says, "hehe"
«OOC» Knox says, "I'm fine with rolling etiquette, but do you think he'd be more of a street contact? Or less likely?"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "He looks street."
«OOC» Knox says, "thanks"
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls Etiquette (Street) vs TN 4:
2 5 7 10 11 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Nightshade says, "give me a pose of calling him and what you're asking him."
Knox keys a line open on his internal cellphone, "Hello Mr. Rat, it's your benevolent friend Henry. Got some some biz for you. I need you to check out a Carl Hanaman's arrest record for, it puts him in the wrong city when they were shooting the most recent episode of 'Chicago Survivors'. By now only the cops that booked him will remember it but it's there. Proves that the betting on the survivors is completely rigged, everybody assumes that anyway, but there's some hard proof and I know you can get it.
Rat chuckles, "Yeah yeah…lemme gnaw on it for a moment." There's a little chittering sound then he resumes talking, "Wouldn't find it if I wasn't looking for it but yeah, it's out there. I wouldn't call it paydata…but it's interesting…I guess."
Mr.Terrific gets the phone back and those are his exact words. "Sounds like a 5k newsbit to me. All right, one last thing. The client indicates that at one time he purchased information from you that he was under the impression was exclusive; and yet he has the impression that you doublesold it upon him. It caused bad feelings. Do you know anything about this, is it clear to you, does it tell you who he is, is it a misunderstanding, or do you not know what I'm talking about?"
The woman shrugs, "If I double-sold how would I know who I doublesold?"
Mr.Terrific says "Okay. Sounds like a misunderstanding to me. Okay, so now I am ready to take your offer to him. Let me say to you, I am not a negotiator. I am Mister Smiles the Good Cop. If I were to advise you, I'd say that going for four times the money is not too great. Do you want to revise that offer, or do you want to stand on that and have me take it in?"
The woman shrugs, "If he wants an exclusive, that's my price, if he doesn't want an exclusive or is unhappy, he can just stop dealing with me. I don't need his money."
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'From your read on her it sounds like she's trying hard to set up an unreasonable deal so they turn it down.'.
Mr.Terrific bobs his head. "All right, thank you very much. My meet is in two days, I presume I will get an answer after that, and then we will contact you to continue."
Mr.Terrific saith, "May I exit?"
Chunky nods, "Of course, just don't try anything that'd make me pull the trigger."
Mr.Terrific says "I'm presuming you are controlling the door. It's your car, so I'm asking if I can exit."
Chunky points to the handle, "Just pull the handle and the door'll open up for you, just make sure you move nice and calm.
Mr.Terrific does this thing, exits, walks. When he is away, he subvocalizes, "Follow their car."
Mr.Terrific links up with Whiskey Slim, and will try to catch up by tram and trid.
Commlink-Knox> Knox says, "Got it. I'm no car jockey, things get hairy I'll have to pull back."
Mr.Terrific comms, "It's okay if you lose them."
Knox keys the ignition of the car and waits to follow three to four car lengths behind, passing information to Mr. T and Whiskey on the way.
Mr.Terrific pages: Using my eyes, I attempt to evaluate their car. Does it have an armor value of 4 or more?
You paged Mr.Terrific with 'You'd be really surprised if it did.'.
The van idles for a minute or two, then begins to move out of the parking area toward the street.
Mr.Terrific waits for them to be out of his personal eyeshot before he commlinks more. "Okay. She is for crap. She doesn't want to deal. Her info is jack. She has fallen off the edge. Maybe someday she was hot, but now she sucks. I say we kill her. "
Once on the street they start heading for the highway systems leading out of the FTZ. An educated guess would be they're making a run for it.
Mr.Terrific attempts to plot a tram course that will, because of traffic, get him an eyeshot of their car, through binoculars, on the highway.
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "If traffic is bad, I got a shot. If traffic is good, then it is Mister Knox."
Knox turns quietly around a corner ad he repsonds, "I think we you contact the J first, I know it's not standard…..but it might be smarter to double check. I don't know. If we're going to hit them, we're going to need another plan and more information. This little jeep couldn't run them off the road if I tried."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "No contact for the J was provided other than the trixmail to confirm the hit, or the dropspot if she decided to take 'employment'"
Whiskey Slim gets up from his spot checks his hat to see if anyone put any cred in it. Then starts wandering off talking at the people in the crowd as he heads towards an alley. "Da world is gonna be covered in blood ju here. Soon very soon ju mark me words people of Denver. Dem bugs goin crawls outs an starts eatin ju from da insides. Somes of ju has gots dem in ju all ready me sees it. Ju mus repents before da times of da comin…
Mr.Terrific comms, "There's no way he'll pay four times, not for crap news like that, and not when he's been screwed in the past."
Traffic winds it's way around and Knox is given a good view of the van.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "No particular view of the Highway without renting an aircar, and those have to stay clear of the borders."
Mr.Terrific well, raps. He tries to find a place to link up with Knox without losing the van.
Knox continues to follow, "Then the only option is to take her, and her friend out. I'll continue to follow and see where we go. Doing anything crazy downtown in the FTZ is crazy anyway. Too much heat."
People on the street give Whiskey an even wider berth as the troll starts bringing up the subject everyone loves to ignore, bug spirits.
Mr.Terrific yeahs. "We will see when and or where they go to ground.
The van stops at the FTZ exit checkpoint before getting onto the highway.
Mr.Terrific thinks the FTZ exit is where they will have to link up - and Whiskey will have to take up both back seats and fold.
The van starts heading east, at exactly the speed limit, in the middle lane, obeying all traffic laws. She could get off anywhere in denver, or they could be headed out across country.
Knox quickly peels to the side of the road near a tram exit, letting the two in. A tight fit is an understatement, Knox can just barely make any light out of the backseat. "Christ. Fucking. Christ." he mutters, he looks over at Terrific, "What do you want to do?" He lengthens the car length a bit, switching it up.
Mr.Terrific says "I got a pair of binoculars and a Wreck Vehicle spell. Chances are decent that I can blow up their car from more than half a klick out. Even at a reasonable and prudent fifty-five, their chances of survival are low. And they are likely going sixty-five.""
Mr.Terrific says "Then we drive by and finish the job."
Mr.Terrific says "But first!"
Mr.Terrific says "We look for cops and guardian spirits. :)"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "There don't appear to be many of either on the road."
«OOC» Knox says, "whats the general are we're in now? Run down urban? Suburban? Nice suburban? Semi-rural?"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Highway heading east. Just past what used to be the fairgrounds, heading out of Denver with no sign of slowing."
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "so I can drop this masking spell right"
Mr.Terrific asks Whiskey, "Could you drop your spell?"
Whiskey Slim drops his spell and takes it easy for a while rubbing his forehead to easy the tension of sustaining the spell
Mr.Terrific says "We will have to give it some time, let's get away from random cameras. There will be cars passing us by and so forth. Then we get to, say, seven hundred meters away, check for cops, and go."
Mr.Terrific gets out his binoculars, and locks on.
Mr.Terrific , too, waits till Whiskey looks good.
Knox agrees, "That's smart. Listen in the glove compartnment are some rubber gloves, various sizes. Don't ask. Grab some of those for me and the chief here. As soon as you cast the spell, I'll pull up behind them, my pistol is silenced. Whiskeys with me in case things get hairy. Good?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "resting 1hr divided successes":
1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 8 8 = 9 Successes
Cars come and go, traffic patterns change, a cop waits on the side of the road for speeders, Whiskey takes a nap, then all the pieces seem to click into place and an opportunity presents itself. Minimal chances for collateral damage, nice wide section of road so traffic won't back up, offramp coming up to change directions if needed.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Vehicle is bod 3 no armor"
«Plot» Whiskey Slim says, "L stun will be gone in 7 min"
«Plot» Nightshade says, "noted."
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "Target number is 8 + bod 3 +half the armor rating + background count on the road? + is there a penalty for firing out through tinted windows?"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "No, you're on the right side of the tint."
«OOC» Nightshade says, "BG count is 1"
«OOC» Mr.Terrific says, "armor rating?"
«OOC» Nightshade says, "0"
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]-
===================> Spell Catalog Listing: Wreck (Object) <===================
Spell Name: Wreck (Object)
Category: Combat
Target Number: OR
Drain Code: +1(DL-1)
Type: Physical
Duration: Instantaneous
-----> Spell Description <-----—
Wreck is a version of Powerbolt (p. 191, SR3) that works only against a specific inanimate object. Each different type of object require a separate Wreck spell: Wreck Vehicle, Wreck Door, Wreck Gun, Wreck Computer and so on.
Ram works just like Wreck, except the caster must touch the target.
Mr.Terrific begins to chant, "Dragon tall, power come, senses reel, senses numb. Dragon fall, power fade, wheels sear, conquer shade," over and over. Whereas before he has been cool, calm, and indeed, Mister Smiles, anger creeps into his voice and powers this spell. A cold anger.
Knox smirks while he stays focused on the road, he hangs back in case of an exlposion/shrapnel, "here we go"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 12 for "Casting Force 2 Deadly Wreck Vehicle, keeping back 3 dice of spell pool against Drain. Having been in and around the vehicle, he did see that there didn't seem to be any serious armoring, so he can reduce the force appropriately.":
1 1 2 2 4 4 5 7 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 12 for "KP:1, 2 all told so far.":
1 2 3 3 5 7 9 9 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "Resisting 2S drain.":
2 2 2 4 5 5 5 8 9 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nightshade (#3173) rolls 3 vs TN 2 for "Soaking D damange.":
2 3 5 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Nightshade says, "However taking S damage causes the vehicle to crash inflicting the remainder of the damage. The occupants however survive though they are badly banged up. In this state they will not be able to cause you much trouble (since the plan I believe I heard was to finish them off with gunfire.) Mr.T if you'd like to pose your spell, then each of you your killshots we'll auto success those (as you've got this down cold at this point)."
Mr.Terrific reaches his hands through the motion of the spell, focusing his anger, releasing it outwards. His face is in a rictus grimace - it is actually the first time he's cast this spell in anger, and while the vehicle doesn't… disintegrate the way he had imagined in his dreams, the skidding, the slamming and squealing and flipping does the rest of the job.
Mr.Terrific will get out with his baton in hand, and back up Knox. Strangely, he doesn't want to shoot them - maybe it doesn't excite him. He will stroke down at them with his hand to hand weapon to follow up on gunshots and maintain control.
Knox pulls off to the side of the road quickly and jumps out of the drivers seat running with the silenced Browning to the flipped(?) van, he gets down onto one knee and with both hands fires two silenced pistol shots into the drivers side window.
PHHT-Clank!!!
PHHHT-Clank!!!!!
Light Blood spatter and broken glass.
Bullets have their normal effect of turning living flesh into unliving flesh, and both passengers are soon quite dead.
Mr.Terrific pages: did we need to take trophies to verify death or anything?
Mr.Terrific ehads out with Knox, thinking about trophy-taking - that man had a sweet piece he had pointed. But the splatter of blood in the twisted wreckage of the vehicle turns him off and he is somehow satisfied, his anger abated. He too runs back, making the time out of car more like 3-6 seconds.
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