Knights in Tarnished Armor

GM: Vera
Players: Luck, Matija, Tahlon, Vera, Wanton.
Synopsis: Vera's friend through Knight Errant mentions that a manpower shortage has meant that a scheduled gang clearout has to be delayed. It's a bit of a setup because the gang in Knight Errant's territory has actually recently incorporated as a security company. That means a bit better gear, and KE is trying to put a chilling effect on the competition. However, upon discovering that it's an assassination of a newly formed security company, under pressure from her team, Vera and company allow an alternate team to take the job at a lower price instead.
Date: 12/04/2074


Vera pops a piece of chewing gum she'd taken, as she pulls up the trideo in the main room of the nameless crew that's somewhat formed around the HQ in the Castle Rock Keeps. "Well," she says. "Very glad that you've all come," she says. "I've dropped a line to Tija as well, I think she might be able to help on this one. But this is back to where our strengths seem to have fallen," she says, with a wink to Tahlon. "A touch of wetwork," she says.

"This is a job that boils down somewhat to a gang hit, but the targets seems to be a bit more than your average gang. My friend Allen with Knight Errant tells me that they're willing to pay…top dollar…for a team to sub in for a raid. And they need to see bodies. KE's a little low on it's monthly KD ratios and dead bad guys with unreported casualties would…apparently help its bottom line, at least in this sector," she says. "I don't know. The pay is good, the target's not a school, and it's up our alley. We could just shrug and grab the brass ring," she says.

Tahlon is kitted up in his usual gear, bow in hand as he listens silently to Vera. A faint grin as she mentions it being a street hit, and his head dips lightly. "Works for me. Whats the name of the gang we are going after?" He asks with interest. "This is more my style." He agrees.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tahlon (#10917) rolls Gang Rumors:
1 13
«Auto-Judge[]» Tahlon (#10917) rolls Street rumors:
2 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Luck (#3691) rolls Gang Rumors:
1 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Luck (#3691) rolls Street Rumors:
3 3

«Auto-Judge[]» Wanton (#8627) rolls Gang Turf:
2 5 11 11

A gang hit, described as a street hit? Wait is Wanton bouncing up and down clapping quietly with wide eyes. Well yes but she clears her throat and quiets down quickly trying to look all innocent, and not like she's about to squeel with glee. Finally she does ask out, "Oooooh who are we hitting?"

A number of KE mugshots appear on the trid as Vera shows a little presentation, just obviously shoved together in two minutes along with a cup of coffee in basic trid presentation software. A simple wheel with a highlighted, larger one as she scrolls. "These are a couple of the known associates of the Meyers Gang," she says. "Little is known about them, but they are…well, you know. A gang. They're got a small stomping ground in a D zone near the underpass over in the UCAS sector," she explains.

You paged (Wanton, Tahlon) with 'You both know that this is a rather exceptional gang, in that they will fight /anyone/ who fuck with the people in their turf. In fact, it could even be said that they provide some /legit/ protection for the protection money they collect.'.

You paged (Wanton, Tahlon) with 'It's in a low security zone, where KE response times are an hour or so.'.

You paged (Wanton, Tahlon) with 'They're too locally protective to have good relationships with other gang, and so they control turf that happens to be a little isolated, and poor. Likely other gangs haven't gone for these neighborhoods because it wouldn't be worth the casualties they'd incur.'.

"Small group." Tahlon rumbles, "Mostly own a small area, low security, and they tend to provide enough to make their extortion racket for protection actually worth something. Still. Its a gang, its a job. They are pretty ferocious, but not going to be a threat to us, I imagine."

"Small group." Tahlon rumbles, "Mostly own a small area, low security, and they tend to provide enough to make their extortion racket for protection actually worth something. Still. Its a gang, its a job. They are pretty ferocious, but not going to be a threat to us, I imagine."

"I like the phrase 'top dollar', but that don't exactly say how much. Just a phrase." Luck looks dubious, as well as a tad disgruntled, but willing to work as always. "I mean. I like hittin' gangs. Hell, I'd work for Knight Errant all the time, if they gave work like this and weren't corrupt as all get out. But they don't, and they are. So this 'Meyers Gang'. I haven't heard diddly about 'em. Must be new. Maybe small? We might be able to hit 'em all, if they're small enough. It'd be damned awesome to do that."

Wanton oooohs as she sees whats brought up on screen and seen. She does her best to hide the giddyness, "What Tahlon said. Small, ferocious, area that no one particularly cares about. Vera, dear, you know its a bit early for christmas?" she says with a little grin, trying to stay still but well, failing at it as she rocks on her heels.

"It means a hundred fifty grand, that's what it means," says Vera, with a grin. "That's pretty tidy, even split six ways. But if you think about it, that's nearly what a fully insured and paid and overtimed and supported SWAT raid costs anyway. And they're only paying it because they're short the manpower, or at least that's what Nunez says," she says. She grins. "Hey, are you calling me Santa just because I have a red and white natural color scheme and ain't a hundred pounds dripping wet like Miko?" she teases in response to Wanton.

Matija arrives to the little meeting and smiles as she joins the group of shadowrunners. "Hey gang, what's the scoop? Sorry I was late, I tried wiring my own little autonav on my bike and it took me for quite a ride around town!" she grins as she sits at the table. "What do we have?"

Tahlon briefs Matija quickly, "We are hitting a small gang. They have a small bit of turf, and the Knight Errants either don't have the man power, don't have the cause, or just don't want to deal with them. So we are going in, and making as big a body count as we can, in as short a time as we can." He says simply. "You in?"

Vera smiles as her pocsec beeps. "It seems like we're going to accept the mission," she says. "Allow me to call Allen, and we'll head out to meet him, finalize the deal," she says. "But we can have a good MO planned, and look at some of the plans of the location, right now. I'll confess, I've promised to deliver on the job already, and will, but you're my Team A."

"Well i was going to say because of the awesomeness of this flash back, but sure that works too," Wanton says to Vera. She glances to Matija who comes in talking about riding around on a bike and squees, quickly covering that up with her hands to stop herself. "Ahem, Oh gang hit, tough little bunch, and we get to kill a bunch of them." She looks back to Vera whispering very conspicuously, "Are you sure you're not santa?"

Matija smiles at Tahlon. "I drop bodies like I drop rhymes!"

Vera raises an eyebrow at Matija. "You drop rhymes?"

Luck snorts at Wanton, shaking her head. "And, Matija, twenty-five thousand for each of us. Nice little stack. Frankly, I like hitting hard and fast." A glance to Vera, then Wanton, grinning. "So let me know where you want me to pile the bodies. Note, they may in fact be in multiple pieces."

"Lets stay on track." Tahlon says dryly towards Vera and Wanton, before looking towards Luck and nodding his head. "I figure its a small territory. We find their street presence, and just work our way down the block. Take it out quickly, if we feel we got enough bodies we go. If we don't, we do a pass and let the reinforcements come out, then do another. Just have to watch for sharpshooters."

"I drop rhymes, commit crimes… Pick up… dimes. Don't pay… fines," Matija loses steam pretty quick and she shakes her head, then looks to the others, "Normal gangers, huh? They have a name?" she asks.

Vera frowns a little bit. "We have been a little loud lately, and the one thing I worry is that I am developing a reputation for delivering killers," she says, perhaps a little thoughtfully. "But then again, maybe that is what we are. After all, it would take…quite the operation to assault this compound." She shrugs, her moment of thoughtfulness gone. "Oh, come on, are we so quakerish the occasional quip is not tolerated? This is hardly a military, Tahlon," she replies with a smile. "More seriously, though, I think Tahlon should suggest the combat protocol on this one. Who's in front, the order of battle, so to speak, for this…small unit," she suggests. "You up for it, Tahlon? I assume you'll be in the back, with the bow?" she asks. She shakes her head at Matija. "Not normal. Ornery and profitless enough that KE's paying a hundred fifty to get rid of its HQ," she explains. "Shortage of SWAT manpower, apparently," she says a little skeptically.

"We can quip once we've got a plan." Tahlon says with a faint smile at Vera, "I don't mind taking the reins if everyones willing to listen." He says simply. "Are we hitting a compound, then? Do we have blueprints or layouts?"

"How're we rolling up or out? Bikes? walking? I mean I'm all for bikes but I doubt we have enough," Wanton offers glancing about.

"Sure thing, Cujo, whatcha got in mind?" Matija asks, amicable to the idea of the minotaur calling the shots for this one. She glances to Vera, "Any idea if we can get some communications gear going soon? Encrypted micro/sub vocal mics would be handy for our work."

Vera smiles. "That I can arrange for you immediately, but I believe that everyone else is already set up, if I'm not mistaken," she says. She heads over to the garage, where the stash is, and returns immediately with a small comm with a subvocal mic that she offers over to Matija. "Here you go, Blackheart. It'll have to do for now. I'm trying to get everyone set up with a two-channel tac-com, and I'll get me a master unit, I suppose," she says, with a small smile. "I'm still a little banged up, but I can take a hit of Nitro and be all right," she says.

Tahlon waits quietly for Vera to get Matija set up, then he asks again. "Do we have blueprints, layouts, pictures, anything of the compound you said we'd be hitting?" He tips his head to Matija, "I need some eyes of what we are facing first, then I'll come up with an idea."

Vera sucks in her teeth. "Well, I'm afraid we haven't got that at this point. I can tell you that it's in a D-zone, and we can get basic mapping, but it's pretty standard city fare. Looks like a big parking lot in front where the vehicles are kept, set back building," she explains. "Can't really say what's in the building, though. Looks like it was once a gas station and…something describable as a mega-mini-mart."

Matija winces, "Yeesh, any idea if the pumps still put out? A stray bullet and this could get really interesting really quickly."

Vera shrugs. "Unfortunately, no. I suppose you could see if you could do that legwork, or you could play it safe and roll in with just gel, melee, and Hi-C."

Tahlon rolls his shoulders. "We'll know pretty fast. If they have gas left, they'll be guarding it." He says with a grin. "Well, we'll drive down and park a block over from the compound. Once we get there, we'll creep through the alleys to get eyes on. Everyone tune in to the same channel. Luck, you are on point. Matija and Vera, you'll both be backing Luck up. I'll get elevated across the road and provide cover once we figure out a good angle." Tahlon pauses, and turns to look at Wanton. "… Frankly, I have no idea what your skills are in a fight."

Wanton shrugs a bit, "little bit of stealth, shooting, though its not like i got ware for that, knife fighting, riding…" She smiles, "Thing go-ganger with a rocking bod and you pretty much have it nailed."

Luck watches the conversation quietly, waiting. Nothing to be said from her. Everyone - except Wanton, perhaps - knows what Luck can and can't do. She nods to Tahlon, and makes sure her gloves are on correctly, sparking them a bit to make sure they're okay. And so they are. Her telespear, she checks, and ponders a bit. Yeah, she'll take it. "Any uh. Priority targets, Posh?"

Vera nods. "So you'll have me along, then," she says. "If it were up to me, I'd suggest we play it safe. I've got a snaptight briefcase we can carry Wanton's new toy," she says, indicating the Uzi III, "through the border in, and Luck can carry her telespear through, concealed, likely," she says, thoughtfully. "I can roll with a pair of 99SCs. Blackheart can use her XSGs," she says. "That'll get us through the MAD at the border, no problem. Luck, can you call Sarah and get her to take just Tahlon across the border?" she suggests. "Tahlon can take his bow and Wanton's gun. The rest of us can just go through as normal, with Hi-C. Wanton, you'll be loaded with normal, to back us up. Your gun's louder than ours, so only if there's trouble, cool?" she asks. "Just don't be the first one to shoot unsilenced, that's all. Everyone covered gearwise?" she asks, looking back up to Tahlon. She then nods to Luck. An image pops up on the screen of a grizzled ork with a broken tusk and a pair of sweet shades. "Warren Kendall," she says, of the figure there, clearly armed with dermal plating. "One of the gang's lieutenants, and an ex-Knight Errant cop, apparently. He was mentioned…specifically," she says. "As someone who could reform the gang, and as someone whose death was necessary for…the gang's destruction," she explains.

"I'm good gearwise." Tahlon agrees, before nodding to Wanton. "Stay with and behind Matija. If someone else goes loud, you are cleared to engage freely. Until then, try to keep it quiet. Luck, before you go for a target call out. I'll put an arrow in them, and you follow up to finish the job if its needed. Maybe we can get a few before they realize we are there." He shrugs, "Either way, its a fluid plan. Subject to change when we get there. Just keep your comms on and call out things you see." Tahlon looks to Vera, and nods his head. "Thats priority then. If we find him, we'll take him out."

Matija nods her head as she shrugs out of her leather jacket and gets her communications set up. She zipps up her protective body suit and listens to the plan. Giving a nod to luck, "I got your back," she winks with a grin, going to her little footlocker to get her gun belt out. Securing everything with the clips and buckles things into place. Twin ingrams, check. Mirror shades. Check. Smoke bomb, check. She pauses. "Customs? Ah fuck," she groans and starts taking her stuff off again.

Wanton nods at that, "Quiet as a nun…till things go loud, then bring the fun. Got it."

Luck looks the picture over, and frowns. "Of course it's an Ork." She sighs. "Never an Elf or Dwarf who runs a gang, is it?" She shrugs, and then listens to Tahlon. A simple nod. "I can get Sara to get Tahlon and Mati across the border. Allows Mati to have her stuff if she wants… It'll be tricksy, though. Gotta be careful. Also… Uh. Mati. Be nice to Sara. She doesn't like humans. It's this whole… Thing."

Vera pushes the button. "Of course it is," she says, showing a rather pressy looking elf with an AK-97. "This is Pierre Montcalffe. He's the titular, at least, leader of the gang," she says. "Apparently he got caught running a scam. But apparently he's been less powerful more recently, because of that," she says.

Matija nods her head, "I'll play nice, Luck, I always do," she says with a force smile.

Vera grins. "Why make an issue of it at all? It's only Tahlon who has to sneak across the border," she says. "Blackheart and you and me and Wanton can just walk across." Vera shakes her head. "There's no need to do that, and it'll save us money in the long run. We pay about twenty-five hundred per head to Sarah, right?" she says. "So why pay that fee for more than once? Tahlon's got it covered, right? A bow, and an extra SMG and ammo for Wanton? I think Blackheart and I are a little curious to try out the ceramics, anyway."

Luck thinks on that. Huh. She then offers her telespear - shrunk down - to Tahlon. "Yep, Vera's right. We'll load you up with the illegal stuff, have Sara cross the border with you, and then we'll get our stuff from you. Unless someone objects to the idea?"

Tahlon tips his head. "Works for me." He rumbles, taking all the illegal gear as he gets ready to stow it and get it over the border witht he illegal ride. "We'll meet in the alleys a block over, and sneak in."

Matija nods her head, "And that works as well."

«Auto-Judge[]» Luck (#3691) has the Contact Sara Milczarek with the following information:
-> Contact for Luck (#3691) <--
Contact Name: Sara Milczarek
Level: 1
Type: smuggler
GM Note: Racism +2 (Humans). Troll woman, age 45. Minor dislike for humans, if only because of the humanocentric Humanis Policlub.

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) spends 2500 nuyen for "Paying for the smuggler".

Matija nods her head, "And that works as well."

Wanton channels her best Venkman, "I love this plan, I'm excited, lets do it"

Luck looks over to Wanton, jaw half-agape. "How dare you! It's 'I love this plan, I'm excited to be a part of it'! Get it right!" A small pause. "…But kudos for the reference all the same."

Vera nods. "That settles the gear," she says. "Any recon plan on site, anything to do with vehicles, or do we just go in fast and quiet at first, loud when we have to, out as quick as possible?" she asks. "Too bad we've got no rigger or nobody with a ruthi cloak," she says, with a smirk. "But we do have honeytraps. Maybe send me or Wanton in advance to scout…socially? Perhaps try to buy some drugs? It is a gang, right?"

Tahlon shakes his head. "Lets keep it simple. We'll hit them, and call it that. Plans fluid to change, but lets get on site and see what we have to work with."

Matija smiles to Vera, "Good to have you back, Red," she nods her head, eager to get across the border now that her things are all in the smuggle box.

Vera gives a grin. "You got it," she says, standing up and brushing off her bottom absently. "Well, shall we get going then?" she asks, looking around at the group perhaps a little expectantly. "God it feels good to get back out there, I must say."

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 3 vs TN 4:
3 3 5 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 3 vs TN 4:
2 2 3 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 3 vs TN 4:
1 3 14 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 3 vs TN 4:
1 1 5 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 3:
3 4 5 15 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 3:
1 1 3 9 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 3:
1 5 5 9 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 3:
4 4 5 7 = 4 Successes

«Plot» Vera says, "All SIN checks successful"

The group is able to assemble, with Tahlon and the duffel full of weapons, just about a block away from the appointed D-zone. There are Knight Errant call boxes, perhaps a mile apart, and a few roving drivers, but surprisingly little errant crime activity. It seems like the rumors about the gang were true.

Tahlon is scanning the area for important information… How tall are the buildings? What are they made out of? Any sign of gang activities on the street? While everyone regears and reequips, the team leader Minotaur is plotting and trying to gather more information.

There's a mix of Denver style wood frame housing and some brick, a lot of it look like it was made a long time ago. Some of it has been torn down and replaced with 2030s project housing, but unlike the ones to be found in Aurora, the maintenance is at least a step above 'crumbling.' Most of the buildings aren't taller than two stories, though; it's a poor neighborhood, and construction during the bunker mentality days was never very vertical anyway. There, perhaps surprisingly, don't seem to be any gang colors. Anywhere.

Wanton retrieves her uzi from the bag, checks the magazine, the chamber and then starts to tuck it away glancing over towards Tahlon as he takes a peek around.

Wanton retrieves her uzi from the bag, checks the magazine, the chamber and then starts to tuck it away glancing over towards Tahlon as he takes a peek around.

Tahlon reaches to his comm unit, touching it as he gets it keyed up and ready. Once that is done, the Minotaur turns to look at the others. He points.

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "I'll get up on this building here. Stick to this alley. If the directions are right, it should be coming out right in front of the compound."

Matija fetchers her two ceramic XGSs and makes sure they're loaded up for bear. She quickly slips on her gunbelt and holsters her weapons, making sure her extra ammunition is ready for reloading, clearing out a gang like this might take a lot of bullets! "This gas station at a strip mall down the way?" she wonders.

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 4 for "camo":
1 2 3 5

«Plot» Vera says, "Tahlon, roll intelligence, TN 9"

«Auto-Judge[]» Tahlon (#10917) rolls Intelligence vs TN 9 for "Thermal Vision, Vision Mag 2":
1 2 2 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tahlon (#10917) rolls Stealth:
1 4 5 5

«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 9 for "vs stealth 5 + camo":
1 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes

Making sure that her telespear is concealed under her coat, she trudges on in front, trying to look casual as she walks. "Seems like. We'll get there soon enough. Just keep an eye out." A nod to Tahlon, a kind of smile. "Just don't get spotted. Kinda defeats the purpose, yeah?"

The large troll takes an ambling walk towards the building, and just… runs straight up it, without even using his hands. He is holding the bow in them, the other hand bracing his quiver of arrows as the adept puts his wallrunning to good use. Once he gets on the roof, the urban-ninja slowly and carefully makes his way across the rooftops to get eyes on the compound, while trying to keep his eyes out for others.

The building Tahlon clambers up onto is diagonally across the street from the target, giving him line of sight to about half of the gas station. The station itself appears to have all the pumps torn out anyway; there is that, at least. In addition, it seems like there are a number of the gangers milling around, mostly in groups of three. The gang colors look like they're dark blue .

Vera glances over at the group as she holds her twin 99SCs, the wicked, ceramic, oversized and underpowered Beretta pistols slipped into their holster underneath her jacket, a small smile in Tahlon's direction as he clambers up the building. "Stay up there and provide overwatch," she whispers to him. "That way you'll be out of the view of anything except for riflemen." She looks around at the others. "All right, people. Sharp eyes. Which of us is the quietest?" she asks, with a friendly smile to the others assembled.

Wanton checks her uzi again, just to make sure everythings ready. She shrugs a bit at that and tilts her head, "Well thats not me as I'm here to bring the noise…well if it comes to that." She waggles her eyebrows and glances to the others to see what they might say.

Tahlon creeps along the rooftop to the very edge, staying low and in cover as he turns his gaze out over the gas station. Over the comms, his voice would quietly sound as he relays what he sees.

Luck looks over to Wanton and puts a finger up to a 'shh' gesture. "No noise. Not until the party starts." Her voice is calm. Trying to play it cool, just look like your average chummer. I mean, one who's an Oni and one would think there aren't many of those in Denver, but y'know. Average as far as that goes.

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "Numerous targets in and around the pumps, in the open."

Matija leans back against a wall, around the corner from the gas station. She has each smg braced against the crook of her arm as she waits for Tahlon's scouting report.

Commlink-Blackheart> Matija says, "Got a number, there Cujo? They heavily armed?"

Wanton sticks out her tongue at Luck and whispers, "She asked. Thats not my specialty at the moment." Again she looks to the others for an answer to Vera's question.

Tahlon is ble to see two patrolling teams: each of which is made up of two of the blue-jacketed figures as well as a small rolling form following it. There are two more of the gangers, their shadowed outlines suggesting they are holding SMGs.

Vera turns her head to Luck, who had raised her lips and 'shhhed'. She shrugs and then speaks quietly. "I suppose it seems like you're the one the most suited to a little bit of…"

She pauses for a moment as Tahlon makes his report. "Oh -shite.-"

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "5 targets in the open. One… thing. A small drone, maybe. Not heavily armed, SMGs and smaller arms it seems. Seems they are in uniform…. Going legit? This change our mission parameters, or holding to the course."

Because the last thing that Tahlon sees is a big sign, which is clearly recently put up over the front of the ramshackle building. It explains why all the gangers are wearing dark blue coats. It seems like there's a new business in town. Meyers Security. Guess the Meyers Gang has gone legit.

Luck clicks her tongue a bit at the sign, curious. "Huh." The sign throws her off a bit. "Well… Looks like they got some quid to work with. Someone funding 'em, maybe." A small pause, putting her pack of cigarettes back and slowly pulling out her telespear in such a way as to hide it, ready to lengthen it at a moment's notice. "So… What's the plan here? We do this, we may get more heat than we were expecting."

Commlink-Blackheart> Matija says, "Your call boss. Could just be another scam some two bit gang is up to. It would help avoid the fuzz with any protection rackets they're running."

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon pipes up, "Second patrol. Looking like a total of 6 people, 2 drones. On patterned walks it seems. Can't track both."

Commlink-Wanton> Wanton says, "Legit? Man…they're taking all the fun out of this aren't they?"

Vera turns back to the rest of the group, taking a gulp. "Well," she says. "Looks like we've been hired to clear out some local rent-a-cops. And they clearly didn't tell us because they expected us to play ball anyway," she says. She seems a little bit steamed, but she lets out a prim little smile. "Well, then," she says. "So. Who's in on this one, or who's in on telling the J to go fuck himself?" she asks. "It's money, or no money. Do we kill cops for cash like this? Even punk ganger newbie wanna be the local big boys like these?" she asks.

Matija peers about, checking on the astral plane for any spirit-cops that might be roaming around, or to see if there are guardians surrounding the gas station. "Luck, I could get you invisible if you wanted to get right in their grill. Then wait for Tahlon to snipe one."

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "When I'm hired on a job, I do a job." Tahlon rumbles, "… But that goes out the window when I'm lied to. These guys seem to be doing good work in the neighborhood. An honest business that legitly helps. I'm for telling the J to fuck himself for misrepresenting. But if we want the payout, then we can do that too. Makes no difference to me.""

«Plot» VeraDM says, "No spirit cops this time. You get to be versus unawakened this round."

Vera shakes her head. "No, we weren't lied to," she says. "We just didn't ask. It seems that Meyers Security just incorporated last week. In this area, it was formerly known as the Meyers Gang. You can even see some of their signs around," she says. "I can forward to your pocsec if you like."

Commlink-Blackheart> Matija says, "Your call, team leader, I'll follow your lead."

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "Formerly being the Meyers gang doesn't make them that now." Tahlon says crisply. "If we want the payout, then we do this. If we want to give the J the finger for misleading us, we do that. Your call Posh.""

Wanton glances to the others trying to see what their response might be and shrugs gently. She clears her throat quietly but doesn't quite say anything, at least not with her voice, but she does seem to be almost bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, biting her lower lip, working on her grip on her uzi.

Luck ponders a bit. "I say we tell the J they didn't give us proper information. So they either pay us more, or find another team. Now, personally, if we wanna say fuck you to the J, we should check in on these guys before that - see what kind of work they're doing. Makes a difference how much it costs, don't it?" She puffs on her cigarette. "I mean. We take these guys out, might be even worse off for the neighborhood. Or we could be doing the hood a favor." Exhale, through the nose, looking like a dragon's smoke. "If the J tries to force our hand, we could always warn these guys they've got a hit on them, and have us go home. Double-finger to the J. If it warrants it."

Commlink-Blackheart> Matija says, "Luck's got a point. This could be a setup to make the Meyer's new operation look good. We should see what ties the J has to this gang."

Vera shrugs. "I know that this job came to us via a rock-solid Knight Errant contact," she replies, looking pensive. Apparently this is not a decision she wants to make, at least not yet.

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "You want to get them on the horn and work out new parameters? They might not even want to pursue if these guys have gone 'legit' and they didn't know."

A momemnt later, Vera's face falls. "Y…Yes sir," she says, after a moment, turning to speak to those waiting, around the corner from the nascent Meyers Security. "The Johnson says that the clock is ticking, and that he did not expect to be contacted until the job is completed. Another team has contacted him, and is willing to do the job for only twenty thousand per person. He asks if we would like to allow the other team to accept…or at this point, accept the job at the same…lower…price."

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon snorts into the mic. "Fuck him then. I'm out. And I'm half tempted to tip off the gang too."

Luck grimaces. "Agreed. We tell them they're gonna get hit. And, for a price, offer to be their bodyguards." Luck puts her telespear back in her jacket. "This is why I don't like these Knight-Errant pricks. I say we give 'em a helluva surprise. Let 'em know to not fuck with us. And to let them know that they don't fucking undercut this group. It's not only arrogant… It's suicidal."

Vera shakes her head. "Don't be foolish," she says to Luck. "Knight Errant is one of the largest security companies in the world. We're not going to make an enemy of them. We can make it clear to them that we don't like being treated this way." She shrugs. "Or we can say fuck it, we kill for them and take their money. But that seems to be the choice we have," she says.

Wanton mutters, "We could let the other team do the work, then kill them and steal their pay getting paid almost the same but for a whole lot less work and risk, or if they fail get the original price back because it was too much for the other team…" Not that its helpfull, or likely to be agreed to by people with morals…which Wanton seems not to have.

As Tahlon pulls the plug, Matija sighs and holsters her submachineguns, the extendable shoulderstocks getting sucked back into them with a touch of a button. "Let's get out of here before they spot us scoping thier digs with guns." With her guns put away, she begins heading down the street as casual as can be.

Vera pauses for a moment. "…Wait a minute," she says, pausing. "Guys," she says. "Who's up to turn this assassination into a spot of murder?" she asks. "We don't hit the security. But we don't warn them. Then when…the winners…" She shakes her head. "However we'd have to be ridiculously quiet, and we could never speak of it. Because then we'd be the kind of runners who kill other runners, off the clocks," she says. "And those are the kind of runners who get put down."

Luck flicks her cigarette out, stomping on the ground. "If they send another team, then it's not Knight-Errant. We take out /that/ team, and show the big guys that we're better in every way, and /deserve/ to get paid next time." The Oni is starting to move towards the Meyers building, but walking. "See, I'm not sure about you guys, but I'm pissed. Y'all can go home if you want. But I'm not only gonna call their bluff, but I'll take out their team if they /do/ send one. Because Meyers is gonna be prepped for it. Won't be Knight-Errant, ain't gonna worry about big-time bruisers as much. Fuck the Knights." But Vera and Wanton's suggestions get called in. She stops. "…Huh. Knock out the competition. Assuming it comes."

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "No point in hitting the other runners. Ain't there fault. Likely the J didn't even tell them he had another team in place. And even if he did, still not there fault. And yeah, what Vera said. I've got no interest in being known as a killer of runners.""

"Of course… Y'know. We tell the other runners what's what, that they're not the only team. No Runner team likes that. We give Knight-Errant a bad name, and make the fuckers do the job themselves. But don't off the Meyers. Keep them around. I dunno. Tossin' around ideas, here." Luck ain't much for thinking.

Commlink-Cujo> Tahlon says, "You didn't not deliver anything." Tahlon says simply. "He asked for a job that didn't exist, and when you checked back to confirm parameters he hardballed you. Fuck the idiot.""

Wanton follows along with Vera, "I didn't even get to shoot anyone! Or see anyone get shot for that matter…" She pouts a bit but seems to be moving along with the group without any further prodding, "All the planning of shooting up another gang, none of the fun parts"

Luck sighs a bit, shrugging some, following the team. "Hey, it's never a milk run. Never gonna be easy. And I get to not break honorable conduct, because the fucker broke it first. Not getting paid, but my dignity is worth more than twenty-kay." A look to Wanton, a chuckle. "Next time, hon. Next time."

"There's always time for that, Wanton," Matija says with a wry smile. "As long as there are people in the world, someone wil want someone else taken care of. We just have to find ones that don't try to bend over their teams."

Tahlon chuckles softly. "This is the type of decision that earns a name for an outfit, too." He rumbles, before grinning. "… Sometimes bad, sometimes good. Some Js like a group thats independent enough to think for themeslves. Means they are trustworthy. No one would fault runners for not taking being lied to. Means we aren't pushovers."

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