Nightlife Chapter 6

GM: Smoke
Players: Rowan, Smoke
Synopsis: Rowan is hired by Smoke to recon the Landsborne Building that Alyse identified with her psychometry as possibly being the Nosferatu lair.
Date: January 2073


Nightlife CHapter 6
Rowan's mission.

Smoke's conversation with Rowan on the phone was quite serious, he's up to his neck in needing information. He wired payment pre mission even. The key notes in the conversation were: Landsborne Building in the CAS business district. Possible place that the vampires he's been dealing with have a foothold. Several descriptions of people, first and foremost a Blue Haired elven woman, the first of the Nosferatu that Smoke encountered in Chrome. She is know to have a penthouse apartment two blocks away, but her coming to this building could verify some things. Second, a blue Eurovan with a long brown haired human, dresses casually. He's been the one passing around the picture that includes Smoke, Whiskey and Rowan, with Smoke's face circled in red. This man is known to be a thrall of Lillian Kaw, Lillian possibly being the leader of the Nosferatu. Third, a smallish man but not a dwarf, under five foot tall, pointed features. Dressed in a suit and a black stocking cap. Possible Nosferatu. Fourth, general comings and goings of people at the building, possible security etc.

Smoke ends the call with telling Rowan to be careful, that many of the vampires seem to use magic.

«OOC» Smoke says, "R10 Taccom for Smoke"
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«Plot» Rowan says, "Rowan's Taccom has a range of around 2.5 miles, Smoke's is about 5.6 miles. How far away is the Landsborne Building from Smoke's salon?"

Rowan writes the notes of locations, names and appearances into his pocsec when he speaks with Smoke early in the day, too busy to set off yet. Later, about an hour before dusk sets in, he's on his way to his coffin motel to gather the necessary gear for surveillance. He calls Smoke again now that he can talk more to pose an important question: "Is this surveillance, and only surveillance, or is there a target that is too important to let walk?"
«Plot» Smoke says, "Looking at one of the maps on the wiki sec"
«Plot» Smoke says, "From looking on the map everything having to do with the CAS sector is very narrow in shape toward the North part of it and the center of the city. I think it would easily fall within that radius of contact, the 2.5 miles."

Smoke replies over the pocsec, "I want this to be primarily a watching job. I want a feel for the place. Taking the van driver with the pic would be nice, but I think it would alert them that something is going on. From intel I picked up last night they are still trying to dig up information at a street level with the van guy. They would have already hit the shop if they knew where and who I was. I have been damned lucky so far."

This call Rowan makes is by encypted tactical com channel between he and Smoke that Rowan will keep open throughout the night. After speaking with Smoke again, Rowan will make a call to an old friend in Lone Star to ask about the name, 'Lillian Kaw' - any outstanding information they have on the name if any - lack of information is also information - and about the Lansborne Buildiing. He's prepared to wire credit to Theo, understanding how dangerous digging can be and that this is somewhat of a step outside of the work he's agreed on doing for Rowan.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) has the Contact Theo Auldrook with the following information:
-----> Contact for Rowan (#1748) <-----
Contact Name: Theo Auldrook
Level: 2
Type: effacer
GM Note: An officer of Lonestar, Theo is cleancut, sharp, and rather blunt. Guile mixes it's way in and has him twisting words around listeners to trick slower speakers into believing his story, or getting them to speak theirs. His voice is projected clearly and strong; inflections of calmness, excitement, or impatientness perfected with completely fitting, or completely confusing expression he paints on his face, to charismatically draw out any disposition he wills, even if he's not the greatest lookin' guy out there. Theo has woven himself into a comfortable spot in the police force where he can get rid of harmful information about his friends, or alter recorded information.
GM Note: (Body: 4, Strength: 4, Intelligence: 5, Willpower: 5, Quickness: 6, Charisma: 6) (Etiquette: 6, Negotiation: 6, Instruction: 6, Intimidation: 6, Leadership: 6, Interrogation: 6, Car: 4) (Dallas Line Double-breasted Suit: 2/2, Dallas Line Slacks: .75/.2)


«OOC» Smoke says, "Yes please TN4"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4:
1 3 3 5 = 1 Success

Theo picks up the phone and listens to Rowan, making a few comments about being up to his ass in paperwork. He does recognize you right off though which is a good sign, it has just been a while since he spoke with you.

«Plot» Smoke says, "Roll Negotiation"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Negotiation:
4 4 5 22

You keep talking and Theo sighs, "Yeah I am here in the office, Landsborne Building huh? They got some kind of a fancy spa there. You know people that work out. I'll give you a call right back."

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (Etiquette) vs TN 4 for "Talking up the files girl after hours.":
1 1 2 2 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (negotiation) vs TN 4 for "Pulling a favor from the files girl.":
1 1 2 2 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Int) vs TN 8 for "Digging beyond any basics":
1 1 2 3 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Int) vs TN 8 for "File on Lillian?":
1 1 5 5 9 = 1 Success

Theo calls you back. "She's an interesting woman, seems she owns the top floor of the Landsborne Building, and maybe more of it as well, you know how the corper types are. She's a lawyer or something. All those company owning other company things. Listen, the good thing I found was this, this Lillian hired an old associate, a detective I sort of knew named Gail Twinings who was retiring a few years back and setting up her own little security business. Gail is on her payroll still, I have some file reports from last year when some of her employees had to shoot a crazy guy in the lobby. She was good people Rowan. Her folks will be top notch and orderly on the security end of things."

Rowan asks Theo, "Who is Gail?"

"She was a top notch detective here in the CAS about five years back. Broke some pretty big cases and got herself some promotions. I dated her old roommate Martina a few times, she never married as far as I knew. She took a few bullets during a smuggling thing. But she broke that human traffic ring wide open. They offered her an early out with a good bit of cred and she set up her business. Loks like the file here says she's paid by "The Body Electric" which is the spa and workout place I mentioned. They are owned by DZA Brands Limited some sort of Dairy business in the building which in turm is owned by Kritansa, Apartika and Wilcox. Then you look at the first letters of the names of that company and what do you get huh?"

Before you can reply you hear, "Shit just got red flagged for peeking into this. I should go, anythign else you need real quick?" Theo mutters.

Rowan says "What's the physical specs say on Lillian? hair, eyes, height."

The sound of Theo hammering keys on a computer can be heard. "Looks like she's a Black Haired woman, human, mid twenties looking…damn pretty young for being in charge of all this drek. Pretty skinny, got a file that says she was involved in modeling down south. Won some pageant when she was…twenty. That doesn't make sense because that was ten years back. And this says she's twenty seven and…weird bird on this one Rowan, maybe she's had some work done on her looks."

"That was in Atlanta by the way, the pageant." Theo adds.

Rowan fervorently types notes into his pocsec as he listens, driving through a low traffic area slow. "… Thanks, Theo. I appreciate it."

"No problem Omae, hit me up for a beer sometime soon and we can catch up. I need to talk to you about some shit that came up with some A.I.M. boys a few weeks back. Figured you might be in the know." He laughs a little.

When finished with the Lone Star call, Rowan flips through his contact information a moment before he starts another call for Chuck Apone, sergeant of the Lone Star air division. He plans on treading carefully. He wants to know if Apone can see if there are any sec contracts with the Landsborne building; DZA Brands Limited; or Kritansa, Apartika & Wilcox.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) has the Contact Chuck Apone with the following information:
-----> Contact for Rowan (#1748) <-----
Contact Name: Chuck Apone
Level: 1
Type: knight errant sargeant
GM Note: Sgt. Chuck Apone is a no-nonsense commander in the Knight Errant Air Operations division. During a patrol over the Warrens his chopper was shot down by a mysterious aircraft resulting in the death of his crew save for himself and the pilot as they crashed into the Sticks. Rowan was among a White Hat (Corto Staff Plot) rescue squad who saved Apone from certain death and got him to safety. Apone owes Savannah his life and begrudingly accepts that not every shadowrunner is a thieving criminal rat.
Use Supply Seargent Stats bb22.15


«Plot» Rowan says, "Not using Chuck Apone's one-shot staff favor."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Etiquette:
2 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Negotiation:
2 4 5 10

Chuck Apone picks up, the sound of a sports broadcast loud in the background. He's actually quite upbeat sounding and the sound of the sports show quiets, him probably moving into another room. "Oh okay so security contracts. These sort of things are kind of hard to identify because there are so many private firms, but you said Landsborne right?" There is a pause, the toilet flushing and then, "I got a Twinnings Security listed for that building." Another pause, "Got a guy I know that used to work on my flight nav crew decking for them. He was sort of a dick. Noland Beck. He went for the easy money instead of staying on with Knight."

"Thank you, Apone. I'll leave you to your night." Rowan says, not pressing for further information as he pulls around into Sal's Coffin lot. He finishes writing down these notes, and then he treks out and into the second story of the complex. When all is clear he pulls a few tarped boxes out of his coffin, returning to his vehicle, getting properly dressed and heading off for the district Landsborne lies.

"Heading out now, 'Jinko. Looking for a place to camp."

The street with the Landsborne building is a fairly quiet one in the evening with just a business sports bar nearby to pull any late night crowds other than people staying late or living in nearby apartment complexes.

The street runs North to South, with the Landsborne building being on the east side to the right if you were traveling North. It is midway on the long block. It is a seven story building.

Next to it on the North side is a six story office building with several enclose walkways leading between the two buildings on the second and fourth floors. Between those two buildings is the entrance for an underground parking garage.

Across the street is a fancy businessesque apartment complex, the building six stories tall, flanked on the North by an office building and to the south with a four story above ground parking lot with an enclose walkway into the apartment complex. The apartment building is called The Belmar Suites.

The business sports bar is located on the West, left side of the street to the North of the Belmar Suites, taking up half of the first floor of that five story office building.

«OOC» Smoke says, "That should give you a basic layout of the buildings that are pertinent."

With broad shoulders and a wide, barrel chest, this man's thick frame betrays his average height in creating the illusion he's shorter than others his size. The redman's facial features are masculine with a strong, squared jaw; high, broad cheekbones; and deepset eyes of a low, intelligent, smiling green that enhance his confident, easy demeanor as with his intense laugh-lines. Black hair falls around his shoulders — uneven, but clean — in no particular style of cut.

Veiling a majority of the upper body, and a portion of the lower is a deep-black colored Mortimer greatcoat, lovingly battered and cared for; generally clean, but riddled with repaired rips, holes and cuts sustained from what would have to be more than a single generation of use. A number of beaded strands of braided senew — including a single reddened-leather medicine bag — hang half-tucked into the neck of his collar. Dark red faux-canvas material makes up a large, oblong rucksack that generally hangs at his left hip from his shoulder by a long strap, the main body and outer pockets buldging from a clutter of contents. The metal plates on the toes of his boots are lacquered black to match the leather, rendering them discreet to at least the glancing eye.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Sniping Roosts for "Determining what building, and possibly what floor on that building might be best for overlooking key areas of the Landsborne building: main entrance, parking lot entry, spa area?":
1 2 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Sniping Roosts for "KP1":
2 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Sniping Roosts for "KP3":
4 5 10
«Plot» Smoke says, "The roof top of the Belmar Suites or the top floor itself perhaps, that vantage point looks right down on the front of the Landsborne building and the entrance to the underground parking garage to the left (North). So you would be on the West side looking east at the front of the Landsborne. The four story parking garage has a decent view of the front of the Landsborne, but the diagonal for viewing the entrance to the parking garage is not great. A good third vantage point would be the rooftop of the five story building North of the Belmar, but it looks very security heavy."
«Plot» Smoke says, "Also sitting at a window seat at the bar is a good vantage point for watching at a street level."

The walkway from the four story above ground parking garage is on the third floor and leads into the Belmar Suites there.

Rowan choses the safer route of the Belmar Suites, at least for the first portion of the evening. He'll attempt to round the building to see if there is a way to the roof - a fire escape or he like - apart from renting a room.
«Plot» Smoke says, "Where do you park? The street has some parking and the four story above ground parking is publc by the hour."
«Plot» Rowan says, "Does the pay-to-park service require SIN validation?"
«Plot» Smoke says, "Yes"
«Plot» Rowan says, "I will park at street level while I check for an alternate route to the rooftop."

It takes just a little while to find the right place to park and you have to double back, eventually finding a place just North of the sports bar entrance so you are not getting out right in front of the bar. Walking South down the sidewalk on the West side of the street you pass the bar which looks pretty lively with a mix of business professionals and some locals. The alley between the five story -bar-office building and the Belmar seems to be a service entrance of some kind and only goes back a little ways before you see several trucks with men unloading what look to be exercise equipment machines and taking them in a double wide side door. You catch that at a glance as you walk, then you pass the front of the Belmar Suites, it has a fancy faux marble design with large plate glass windows showing a guest lounge and a check in counter. Inside and to the right of the counter is a small bar with several women sitting at it. There look to be three bellhop men working with a manager behind the counter. All easy to see through the windows. Then you reach the alley between the public parking garage and the SOuth side of the Belmar, this alley looks like any average city alley with several dumpsters and a long stretch of pavement probably leading to the next block. Heading back that way there is what looks to be a back parking lot for employees of the Belmar. There are two sets of fire escapes in the alley, but both could be viewed by persons passing through the glass covered walkway on the third floor to the parking garage. There is one to either side of the walkway. At the back there are two more more escapes, but they are well lit from the parking lot lights.

After finishing his round-about, Rowan decides, in line with his safe-but-sure approach to the job, to double-back again to his vehicle. This time he makes to pay into the parking garage - third story, if possible - and then enter to speak with the receptionist about a room.

The parking lot is pretty empty except for the third and fourth floors where some of the one night stay people park. The walkway view is interesting because the glass somehow slightly magnifies everything outside making it look a little larger. When Rowan enters the thrird floor reception area there is a bellhop and an assistant manager there. They are just finishing checking a couple in and the bellhop takes their bags and heads toward the elevator. The assistant manager turns to Rowan and says, "How may I help you sir? We have inexpensive rates on our singles rooms."

Rowan approaches the receptionists counter, smiling as the bellhop assists the couple and belatedly focusing on the assistant manager. "Perfect," he says, adjusting the heavy strap on his shoulder as if easy to let it down. "I'm only in town this weekend, do you have any rooms available on one of the top floors?"

The manager checks his computer, "I have rooms for one hundred nuyen with out a view or street facing rooms for two hundred on the sixth floor. They come with a complimentary drink at our bar and breakfast in the morning. And of course there is room service any time of the day or night. If you would like a trix-link that will be an extra fifty nuyen."

Rowan nods his head as he listens, fishing his pocsec from his pocket and pulling his primary credstick out of a compartment. "I would like the full package on the street-side for tonight please, ma'am." He says, offering it over. "I won't need any bag help, this is all I have."

The exchange of money is made and Rowan is given a key slot card for room 606. It is not difficult to find at all. Rowan does note the camera system in the elevator and in the hallway on the 6th floor. The room is quite nice, single bed, dresser, end table and a shower room including a bathtub. The trix screen is large and the window facing the street is a full wall one, with metal reinforcement strips every six feet along the stretch. To the far right are button operated window openers for the glass panels, but they only open about eight inches out from the bottom to let in air. The color of the room is burgundy and tan.

The view looks directly onto the Landsborne building and affords an excellent view of the underground parking entrance as well as the two walkways that lead to the building North of the Landsborne.

Rowan explores the apartment briefly, checking for cameras inside. He shoves the couch up against the door, and then he turns trid porn on fairly loudly for good measure before setting up. Soycaf is brewed, meal bars are set aside, bedding is thrown onto the ground in front of the opened window, and Rowan settles down for the long haul, unpacking his Ranger Arms rifle - safety on - to look through the scope. Just in case, he tests the extended laser sight's calibration on a third story wall in line with the magnification without firing a shot. His pocsec is nearby to write meticulously timestamped notes into and he makes himself familiar with the different places he'll be watching.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception: x3 Magnification Scope, toggling Thermo on/off here and there.":
1 1 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "KP4":
1 1 2 4 7 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Extended Surveillance for "Comp":
3 5 17

The Landsborne Building is a combination of decorative serpentine green stone (faux green marble) and glass windows. The sidewalk in front of the building opens into a twenty foot wide alcove entrance set back from the street. The entire front of the building is windowed. Looking East from your West side vantage point you see what looks to be a Pentabucks-like coffee shop on the left of the first floor (North side of entrance) and a travel agency on the right (to the South) of the entrance. The double doors are glass with chrome reinforcement. That is the first floor that you can see from the front. The coffee shop is still open at this sunset hour and the few people still left in the travel agency look like they are packing up for the day or finishing peoples after work appointments.

The second floor and the third floor windows show what appear to be a combination of minor executive offices and some wide stretches of cubicles. Some of the offices have people working in them and some are dark. The cubicles on the second floor are dim lighted with just a few people still at work with lamps on at their desks. The third floor is still brightly lit but apparently empty of workers.

A small portion of the southern side of the fourth floor are offices, but the majority of the fourth floor is what appears to be a spa and workout center. The windows showcase treadmill machines to the North, then eliptical machines, then weight machines. Everything is very chrome with plants and soft white lighting as opposed to the office lighting on other floors. You can see beyond the excercise equipment to what looks like an area of mats where people are currently involved in an evening aerobics class. Next to that area is an operations counter with several physical therapists doing paperwork and personal trainers standing around talking.

The fifth floor windows show very plain offices with a desk, chair, computer and a few pictures on the walls, or charts showing productivity. Just two of the offices are occupied the rest are dim lighted because of windows set into the office doors and light coming from deeper in the building.

The sixth floor has several very large offices with rich wooden paneling and shelves lined with books. Near the center of the floor is what appears to be a large board room with a long table and many chairs. Just the North corner office is lit with several men sitting and talking.

The seventh floor has windows that are dark tint glass and thermo reveals just two people moving on the southern side of the building. One is moving quite a bit and the other sits and occasionally moves its limbs.

The glassed in walkways to the North on the second and fourth floors that lead to the neighboring building are busy this time of night, people seeming to mostly be moving into the North building on the second floor and on the fourth a log of people moving into the Landsborne Building in workout clothes, possibly after hours employees from the neighboring building going to get a workout.

Below the walkways is the entrance and exit for the underground parking area. You see signs for under-level one and two parking. There is am employee there giving out tickets of some kind with a security guard present. The exit is controlled by a swing arm gate that raises after people pay for their parking time. The exit is just automated but the security booth can easily see all the cars coming and going.

Rowan takes notes as he looks from floor to floor, minorly describing each level, and examining each figure against the list of appearances he has for persons of interest. After spending a moment watching the heat signatures through the tinted glass, he starts over. The majority of his observation for the first portion of the night, until something grabs his interest, lies on entrance and first floor of the Landsborne, and the entry to the parking complex, watching for known interesting subjects or other people who look out of place. He leaves his scope on the Landsborne until he sees a vehicle entering with off-glances bare-eyed, where he adjusts his scope to the ticketing gate and makes quick, timestamped notes of major classification (no substancial vehicular knowledge) and color. He tends to spend two minutes at a time on the entrances, and then seconds at a time scanning over each floor for change.

«Plot» Rowan says, "7:00PM"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Extended Surveillance:
1 3 4

For the most part the office lights stay the same, quite a lot of traffic exiting. Right after seven o'clock a lot of workout people leave and quite a few enter, not all from the Northern Robert E. Lee Building, some coming from the underground parking area obviously and a few from the street level entrance.

«Plot» Rowan says, "8:00"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Extended Surveillance:
2 2 5

At eight o'clock the coffee shop on the first floor closes. The travel agency is dark and you see a security guard patrol inside and then outside the entrance. He does a sweep of the front, walking all the way over to the outside of the parking booth and talking to the security guard there. He then moves down into the parking garage out of sight.

The second and third floor cubicle areas go dark, just a few personal lamps still on on the second floor cubicle area. More of the offices all over the building go dark.

The interesting thing this hour is the arguemnet that goes on in the sixth floor law office, the man behind the desk standing and pounding his fist on the desk and th other two men begining to talk quite a bit with their hands and making gestures. One of the men leaves and things calm down.

After recording security path information, Rowan focuses on the argument, double-checking and recording each man's physical description and trying to catch key words for a subject.
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls English:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Lip Reading:
5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Body Language:
5
«Plot» Rowan says, "Language Skill Table: Universal Concept (hunger, fear…) TN: 2, Basic conversation: 4, complex subject (special/limited interest topics): 6, Intricate Subject (technical subjects): 9, Obscure Subject (deeply technical/rare knowledge): 11, Speaking Lingo: +2."

From watching the men talk it is obvious they are arguing about something other than a case. You see clearly the words, "merger, takeover, bitch, timetable and dumbass from the man that ends up leaving. The man behind the desk has his back to you but you do catch the words, "patience-my-ass, Benjamin, and Atlanta." The other man that stays doesn't say much in the initial blowup but then clearly speaks after the other man leaves. "Remove him, hothead, and Twinings."

Rowan mutes the moaning and the sound of bodies slapping together with a strayed hand as he squints through the scope, watching lips and body language and then hurrying to write down words as he catches them. When the situation settles as the third man leaves, Rowan watches a moment more before trying to track that third body to observe where he goes.

You recognize the man from the law office leaving from the underground parking lot in an expensive Eurocar Westwind about twenty minutes later. He actually squeels the tires on the vehicle after slotting his card and the swing arm gate rises.

«Plot» Rowan says, "9:00"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Extended Surveillance:
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Another security guard comes out and sweeps the front, this is obviously a different man. He is shorter and a little overweight. You pay attention to the uniform this time. He is wearing dark bulky clothing, possibly underarmor and a security vest. He has a pistol on his hip and a taser. He uses a shoulder taccom, occasionally leaning his head to talk into it. He then moves to the North and the parking booth. He jokes with the guard and the employee there for a moment before heading down into the parking lot.

The lawer men on the sixth floor conclude their meeting and the men leave. Fifteen minutes later the man that was behind the desk, whose office it is, comes back in and gets on his pocsec. He just texts and then sits down at the desk again, pulling out a bottle.

There are now three heat signatures in the South side area of the seventh floor, they are grouped together sitting.

The walkway traffic dwindles to just a few in the last fifteen minutes before ten o'clock. There are still people working out but the spa seems to be winding down for the night and people are ending their workouts. The last shift of the aerobics class ends as well, some of the employees talking with a few of the women by the counter.

«Plot» Rowan says, "10:00"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Extended Surveillance:
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There are now only two heat signatures on the seventh floor room.

The next guard doing the sweep is the same as the first at eight o'clock. He lingers near the front double glass door and has a cigarette, just smoking a few drags before walking toward the parking booth. He finishes the cigarette while talking to the guard and employee inside. Quite a few cars are leaving because the spa is closing down and there is a surge of them at about the ten-fifteen mark and then a constant trickle over the rest of the hour.

What catches your attention are two things. First the blue van shows up and enters the underground parking lot. There is no special exchange between the employee and guard in the booth and the van, it looks simply like another patron using the garage. Second about fifteen minutes later a long brown haired man in street clothes and a leather jacket enters the sixth floor law office and takes a seat. Three minutes later woman enters the same law office and she is a match for Lillian's description. Her hair is impossibly long and black, hanging to her ankles. Her skin is blemish free as well as untouched by makeup, her lips being just a hint rosey. Her dress is strapless dark orange offsetting the natural pale color of her skin. When she enters the man in the suit gets up and bows to her formally and then moves to sit in the chair across from the desk, giving the woman the position of authority. Instead of taking his seat however she moves and sits on the corner of the desk, speaking to both of the men. Her body language is calm and reserved but her facial expression seems extremely serious.

Rowan rolls his body into a new position as he watches the important subjects enter a room together. He takes a full breath and focuses on the group of them, particularly the woman, straining to try and catch stray words and names he's heard tonight: Lillian, Kaw, Gail, Twinnings, Noland, Beck, Benjamin; as well as words like Atlanta and their company names. He adjusts his comm unit to speak with Smoke.
Commlink-Nurse> Rowan says, "Test, test. Kaw in view. Over."

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls English:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Lip Reading:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Lip Reading for "KP5":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Lip Reading for "KP7":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Body Language:
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Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "No shit? Interesting so she is in that building?"

Rowan is able to catch several things, first she (Lillian) calls the long brown haired man by name, "Allan." Then a phrase, "Patrol the street with the strip club." Then she is turned away for a bit, but when she shifts again you make out, "Short term." and an odd word that may be a name that looks like Penny-ick or Pen-yick. The brown haired man Allan says several things back, his lips are harder to read, "Nova, Gas Expense, Vamp Slitch, and something that looks like "Sarah-Lean." The business suit lawyer looking man says, "Feed, Kishok, bitter feelings, remove, Pyn-yick (That same weird name) and "More cred, Sarah-Lean."

Rowan murmurs half-subvocal into his comm unit as he writes his notes.

Commlink-Nurse> Rowan says, "Yes. Blue-Eurovan brown hair also. watching… … … … 'Allan'… 'penny-ick?'… …'vamp'… 'Sarah-Lean?'… 'Pen-yick'…"

Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "Okay good, not gonna bug you. Great work, get as much as you can."

The meeting continues and there is a smattering of things said back and forth. Keeping up is a little difficult. Lillian, "Elmwild takes care of that." And "Pushy Banshee bitch Shayantha." The suit man says, "Clockwork, bait maybe? List." He stands and unflds a piece of paper and puts it on the desk near her hip. From the brown haired van driver Allan, "He's around, I know it. I can do it."

Rowan continues writing what notes he can, erasing fragments of words here and there that he begins and then decides he cannot decipher.
Commlink-Nurse> Rowan says, "Shayantha?"
Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "No clue, but noted."
Commlink-Nurse> Rowan says, "… soycaff is bogus…"
Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "Coffee is like a whole lotta God."

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception on paper":
2 3 3 3 5 11

On the piece of paper is the header:Crazy Horse, then names you can make out are Etsin, and then Vicell and Charent, the last two names have the words deceased next to them. It appears to be a bill costing 40,000 nuyen.

The woman picks up the paper and then scowls, folding it again and handing it back to the suit man with a nod. She doesn't say anything. Allan stands and puts his hands in his pockets looking somewhat nervous. Lillian says something with a gesture and then stands as well. She says, "… … hell out of here … … results." Allan leaves the room.

She turns back to face the suit man and says, "Get Froggy Bess, she'll be an asset. …Etsin again … … payment." Then she stalks out of the room. The suit wearing man starts texting into his pocsec again.

Rowan watches the remaining man for a couple moments longer, checks the adjacent windows… glances up to the tinted, seventh floor window to check the number of bodies. Following that, he moves from window to window for a glance of Allan or Lillian, watches closely for exiting vehicles for one Lillian could possibly be driving and for the blue eurovan.
Commlink-Nurse> Rowan says, "Meeting adjourned. Allan - blue eurovan - is being ordered to patrol your block. Packing up, coming home in a moment… Going to watch him, or knock him out… …or off him or something, I'll figure it out when I get there."

Rowan see's Allan exit the parking lot in the blue van. There is no sign of where Lillian goes to. There are still just two heat signatures in the seventh story area to the South side of the building. The man in the suit makes his texts and then turns the light off in the office. He however never exits via the parking garage. As it comes to the eleven o'clock hour the guards change shifts, it is the last thing Rowan sees before leaving.

Rowan packs up completely apart from leaving the trid unit on. He exits the way he came ,quickly, with a silent smile to the receptionist if it is the same manager. He throws his rucksack into the passenger seat of his vehicle and sets off, looking for the blue eurovan to follow it on the way, or looking for it around the block of Jaya's and the Fallen Angel if Allan arrives before him.

The Fallen Angel is another block down from Jaya's and when Rowan arrives there is no sign of the blue van for a while. But it does show up, parking on the opposite side of the street just a few car lengths to the South of the strip club entrance. Allan looks a little known in the area, a young couple moving up to the van to buy Novacoke off of him in the first fifteen minutes that he's there.

«Plot» Rowan says, "Note on how populated this area is around this time?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Int) for "Allan checking out the scene.":
2 2 5 8 8

The street is rather busy this time of night between eleven and midnight. The club getting up to speed and late night shoppers at Krom's Stuffer shack just a block away. The traffic is in spurts, people looking for parking or just driving through the area to the store.

There are a lot of joygirls on the street in the area, picking up folks that got worked up at the club. It is a usual hot spot for them to be working.

Rowan parks up the block, on the side of the strip club, on the far side in relation to Jaya's. He exits the vehicle to go and stand around tha far corner where the working girls are bound to bother him - he'll just chat with them while he waits. His tech-sunglasses are slid onto his face and toggled to low-light, and he glances over them from time to time. His collar is upturned to block some of his jawline, though that displays the stitched "Blindcrow" lettering on the right side. When Allan arrives he watches him for a moment, trying to discern whether he has any muscle nearby.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception: low light/thermo.":
1 1 2 2 3 5
«Plot» Smoke says, "Allan appears to be alone in the van."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Stealth for "Hide in plain sight":
1 2 2 3 4 8

Allan seems to be pretty good at hanging out in his van. He gets comfortable and occasionally calls out to passerby folk. He gets a few novacoke hits, just small sales from some of the joygirls. But that leads to him getting in conversations and he starts showing the photograph around again. A lot of the responses are just shrugs or shaking their head no.

Julie, young Malaysian and sassy, one of the girls that works at Jaya's Salon walks past and just completely ignores him. He half leans out of his van and says something chatty and she just spins and flips him off with a smirk and then keeps walking.

After about twenty minutes he turns some music on and starts tapping the dashboard with his fingers. Approaching the van is a tall and sleek looking elf woman with blue hair and a short mini dress. She looks like an offwork dancer, leaning into the van window she starts chatting Allan up for a bit.

Rowan reclines into the wall and he pulls out his pocsec, fiddling with it— taking a few more notes. After the woman arrives he moves to enter his vehicle again. Unless bothered, he pulls around and leaves the block - he circles to the adjacent block, to park on the street close to an alley that will lead through to where Allan's van is idling. He exits to foot again and slips into that alley - prepared to test a few of them to make sure his spacial judgement was right. He lingers low in the shadows there, checking up for cameras and then watching Allan and the woman, waiting for her to leave while he ponders. "… Blue-haired girl." he mumbles subvocally to Smoke, the first information recently that's not just him speaking with hookers.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Stealth:
1 2 2 2 2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Stealth for "KP8":
1 2 4 5 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
1 1 2 5 5 5

There are some odd large burn marks on the ground in the alleyway and the camera that usually covers the alley here looks like it has shorted out and been burnt. There are some burn marks that almost look like footprints as well.

The blue haired woman smiles and pats Allan on the cheek and slow walks with a alluring sway across the street to the club entrance. She talks to one of the joygirls there for a moment and then the girl hugs her, taking her arm and they walk into the Fallen Angel together.

Allan watches the blue haired woman the whole time, obviously wrapped up in the way she walks.

Rowan backs out of the alley after a moment of thought. He circles the block around, removing his sunglasses and flattening his collar. He walks slowly down the sidewalk on the side of the blue eurovan, the direction it faces. His eyes are on the ground, occasionally glancing up on his path, his hands deep in his pockets. He makes to walk right by the van and then turn and walk through the alley that he was just hiding in, wanting to be seen, wanting to be followed. One try, and then he'll disappear with no bite.

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Stealth for "Social stealth, acting oblivious.":
1 2 2 3 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Stealth for "KP9":
1 4 4 5 7 10

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Int) for "Does he recognize him?":
1 3 3 4 5

Allan tilts his head, checks the picture and then looks again. He shifts over into the passenger seat and rolls down the window. "Hey…hey you I got a question. Man I got a quick question."

Rowan pauses a half-step in front of the van, looking him in the face but not the eye. His brows furrow, his shoulders shrug back. "Fuck you, chummer." He turns partially to continue into the alley.

Allan looks at the man open mouthed, "Hey, like you're native right? I got like five grand if you know a guy…really I ain't bullshittin."

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Int) for "He is a native right?":
2 2 3 3 9

"We all know eachother." Rowan says, giving another backwards glance to help confirm his face and then flipping him off as he steps into the alley.

«Plot» Rowan says, "re:noting that my comm is passively active."

The van door opens and Allan steps out. He puts his hands on his hips. "Man I'll give you five free doses of Nova just to talk to me." His left hand digs in his coat pocket. "Okay and just like two-hundred nuyen man, just to look at a picture." His other hand pulls the photo out.

Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "Careful"

Rowan turns, half deep in the alley. He shrugs his shoulders and he waves Allen closer. "Chill, fucker. Just show me."

«Plot» Rowan says, "Activating Willpower tattoo, activating Reaction tattoo."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Willpower + 6 (Allocated Drain) vs TN 3 for "M":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 9 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Willpower + 4 (Tattoo) + 11 (Allocated Drain) vs TN 3 for "D":
1 1 2 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 13 Successes
«Plot» Rowan says, "first roll Willpower drain, second roll Reflexes drain."

Allan tilts his head and smiles, "Alright man, I just got this guy I am looking for and I need a name put to a face." He takes a few steps forward, holding the picture out in Rowan's direction. His other hand is filled with five nova packets.

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Int) for "Chance":
2 2 4 4 8

Rowan rolls his shoulders back and shifts his weight to his rear foot, aloof. His facial features tighten with focus and his back flares in four consecutive flashes that add color and brightness to his aura. "… Yeah. You want names?" He reaches his hand out for the nova to beckon the man closer.

«Plot» Rowan says, "Activating Body tattoo, activating Strength tattoo."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Willpower + 4 (Tattoo) + 2 (Drain Allocation) vs TN 3 for "M Drain F4 Increase Body":
1 1 1 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Willpower + 4 (Tattoo) + 2 (Drain Allocation) vs TN 3 for "M Drain F4 Increase Strength":
2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 10 10 = 10 Successes

Allan squints taking a closer look at Rowan, his hand placing the nova in Rowans'. "Now here kemosabby, take a look here." He glances at the photo to make sure he's got it held up the right way and then holds it back out into Rowan's face.

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (int) for "Does he see it?":
2 2 3 5 5
«Plot» Rowan says, "Attacking. Initiative, surprise?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 2 for "+6 He's quick and nervous.":
2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls 3 for "Initiative: +6":
1 3 4
«Plot» Rowan says, "14"
«Plot» Smoke says, "13 for Allan"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
2 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 5 7 11 15 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 6 - 7 vs TN 4 for "KP10":
1 2 3 4 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 6 - 7 - 2 vs TN 4 for "KP12":
2 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Rowan says, "Stand with 11 successes. Strength is 10 with Hardliners."
«Plot» Rowan says, "10+hardliners, 11 that is."
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Tae Kwon Do) + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Counter":
1 1 1 2 2 2 4 5 5 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Tae Kwon Do) + Combat Pool: 5 - 4 vs TN 4 for "Counter kp1":
1 3 3 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Tae Kwon Do) + Combat Pool: 5 - 5 vs TN 4 for "Counter kp3":
1 3 4 11 15 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Smoke says, "roll 5(Body)+CP:2/8~3 impact armor"
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Body) + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 8 for "3 impact armor":
4 4 4 5 5 5 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Body) + Combat Pool: 2 - 1 vs TN 8 for "3 impact armor kp4":
2 2 2 4 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (Body) + Combat Pool: 2 - 2 vs TN 8 for "3 impact armor kp6":
2 2 3 4 10 = 1 Success
«Plot» Smoke says, "He takes an M pose it"

Rowan's open hand falls, empty, when the exchange is supposed to be made. His already square-footed stance shifts just slightly, his fists rise. His southern ink grounds his lurching body into the earth and the eastern tattoo focuses his fervorous intent as his hips lead his arms. His left fist spikes, twisting up into the kidney, and then the majority of his weight, backed by the earth, flows through a straight right into Allan's jaw.

Allan reacts, trying to get the arm holding the picture up to block the blow. He's no virgin to the street and his body pivots left, still he takes the blow solid to the jaw, his head snapping back with a meaty crack. A sound comes from his lips that is a half formed word, "Fra…" His left hand reaching into his coat to quickdraw a pistol.

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (reaction) vs TN 6 for "+2 to reaction for quickdraw from the M Quickdraw!":
2 2 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (reaction) vs TN 6 for "+2 to reaction for quickdraw from the M Quickdraw! kp7":
2 2 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (reaction) vs TN 6 for "+2 to reaction for quickdraw from the M Quickdraw! kp9/10":
1 3 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Smoke says, "Fails quickdraw. Draws as a simple instead of quick"

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (Pistols) + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 6 for "One shot is all he gets. Browning Max Power":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (Pistols) + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 6 for "One shot is all he gets. Browning Max Power kp10/10":
2 2 2 3 4 8 10 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) has the Armor Rating Ballistic with the value '0 (6)'.
«Plot» Smoke says, "9S coming at you"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Body + 4 (Tattoo) vs TN 3 for "Straight soak":
2 3 3 3 4 4 5 7 9 9 = 9 Successes
«Plot» Smoke says, "Soaked"

Allan draws, but not as fast as he would have liked, bringing the pistol up into Rowan's gut and squeezing the trigger once. The sound of the shot echoes on the street. The bullet plows through fabric but is turned at the last moment by Rowan's form fitting armor. The muzzle flash is bright and the smell of the shot is sharp in both of their noses.

«Plot» Smoke says, "Rowan's pass"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4:
1 2 2 3 3 4 8 13 13 15 17 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 5 - 6 vs TN 4 for "KP13":
1 2 2 3 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 5 - 6 - 1 vs TN 4 for "KP15":
1 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» Rowan says, "Stand with 8 successes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Countering out of CP and KP":
1 3 3 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Rowan says, "CP 11/11, KP 15/22"
«Plot» Smoke says, "13D"
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 (body) vs TN 10 for "3 impact armor no CP no KP":
1 2 5 9 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Smoke says, "He's out!"

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Body + 4 for "deafness?":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5
«Plot» Smoke says, "Hearing is severely muted"
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 1 for "even/odd/explode":
5

Rowan's eyes tighten open with the muzzle flash, his abdominal muscles clenching, his adrenaline spiking to extremes. His body twists to profile with his forward, left arm trying to pivot the gun away, and then another, full-weighted strike of the right hand to the temple surrenders Allan's body to the alley floor. Rowan stumbles half a step - three seconds, three punches and a gunshot. His stomach burns from muzzle flash through layers and the stinging, point-blank pressure of the shot betrays his senses, leaving him with no idea of his wounds. He kicks the gun to the side and his enchanted strength hauls the man up onto his shoulders. He rushes to his vehicle, throwing him across the back seat, hauling into the drivers chair and flooring off.

Smoke gives his warning, hears back-and-forth dialogue, sounds of physical exertion and fleshy impact - a gunshot, and then movement. Then Rowan's voice with a deep, even breath. "Get the gate open."

Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "Drive away four blocks, I am going out of body to look for watchers. There were watchers on the street last time. I'll know in just a minute."
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 1 for "even/odd/explode!":
1

Rowan dials the volume of his comm unit up and tilts his head into the left earpiece. "… Planned on circling nonsensically… Understood. Give me the okay or tell me to dump him somewhere if this is botched."

Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "Like I said, just a minute. Starting point where?"

Rowan, indeed, drives nonsensically. He goes towards Jaya's before abruptly hauling off east again, and then north there before slowing down into the slow night traffic. He glances back at Allan and relaxes his head back. "One block east Fallen Angel, alley next to the blue van."

Smoke is up in his lodge and he lays back, putting his cigarette out and looking at his familiar. "Skeelee follow me just a bit back and tell me if you see something I don't see."

Rowan drives, catching his breath, muting his tattoos off to dim his astral and touching his gut with varying amounts of pressure to assess the wound.

He lifts away from his flesh form and wings up and out, heading in mere moments to the area. He slips into the alley near the abandoned building next to the Fallen Angel and looks at the street and the van.

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls Stealth:
2 2 4 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls Intelligence + Astral Pool: 6 for "Perceiving the astral":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 11

In the quick moments that have passed people have moved both toward the sound of the gunshot and most away from it. A single watcher darts out of the Fallen Angel, hovers and then circles the van.

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 3 vs TN 9 for "F3 Watcher looking around":
1 2 2 = 0 Successes

The watcher circles one more time and then moves back into the club. It takes just the blink of an eye.

Rowan starts mumbling to Smoke, "… I saw Julie, about fifteen minutes-…" then he trails off into silence when he reminds himself that Smoke isn't there anymore. He drives forwards two blocks, turns east again, drives a block, turns south and continues.

Smoke moves back quickly as well, opening his eyes to the smell of cedar and sage. He takes a moment to get the feeling back in his limbs.

Commlink-Vapor> Smoke says, "Okay clear, back yard now. I'll get the gate."

Smoke moves up to the roof and then down the fire escape to the backyard parking area. He opens the gate, and nods when the black ford americar enters the back lot. He closes the gate immediatly, looking up at Skeelee and saying, "Patrol please."

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls Conjuring vs TN 4 for "COnjuring F4 Mist Spirit":
2 3 5 5 5 8 = 4 Successes
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls Charisma + 5 (Ally) vs TN 4 for "Soaking M":
2 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 14 = 7 Successes
«Plot» Smoke says, "Summoning manifested, 4 tasks"

Rowan pulls around and parks adjacent to Whiskey's lodge. His door opens, the engine shuts off and he steps out. He bows his head to Smoke, motioning to his gut as he opens the back door. "Going to want you to… scar this over, just burned me I think."
Rowan fastens plasteel restraints to Allan's ankles, and then his wrists behind his back before dragging him out onto the gravel driveway and flipping him over. "… ugh, okay. This guy's name is Allan. You ask your questions, I'll… ask something when you're out of ideas from what I think I sort of heard tonight and then I'll dose him and put him somewhere. And then sleep." He crouches down to the man's side and starts shaking and slapping him rather unceremoniously

Smoke throws his head back and a humanoid form takes shape in the air above him. The mist spirit looks like a female figure with disproportionatly long limbs and a hollow face filled with a dim light. It takes a few moments, but as it finally comes to the material he says, "Conceal us."

«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748)'s Carried Gear 2 (#10484) has the Voucher Item 2 Plasteel Restraint with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=========================> Item 2 on Carried Gear 2 <==========================
Item Name: Plasteel Restraint
Item Type: ITEM
Quantity: 5
Fractional OK: No
Clonable: No
Players Can Link: No
Created For: Rowan (#1748)
Created By: Whistlepunk (#2864)
IC Location: Rucksack (1 #1)


Smoke looks down at the man and crouches, slapping his face a few times til the man stirs. "Okay Allan you get just a few choices in life. These choices are about keeping yours, understand?"

Allan blinks a few times, his face is terribly swollen and he mumbles, "Uh huhh…"

Rowan stands and backs up to lean against his car, watching Smoke and Allan and going through his night's notes on his pocsec.

Smoke tilts his head and then asks, "If someone was to bring me in, because they want me so bad…where would they take me to drop me off?"

Allan blinks again, subtly testing the restraints, "Moonglove's place, over on Monrovia street. Fourteen forty-six. It is an abandoned shop."

Smoke steps on his ankle lightly, "Where did you get the picture you were showing around?" He turns to Rowan, "Where is the photo?"

Rowan records the information into his text as he listens, looking up to Smoke, shaking his head. "I don't know."

"Lil…she pulled it off the trix after doing a facial match, but it was like the only thing she could find. You are the bast…the guy from the garage at Chrome."

Smoke nods and then asks, "So how many vamps are there? And why does Lillian want the stones so bad?"

Allan squirms, "Stones? She wants the fucking key you fool. You have the key and everybody is gonna want it. If they find out she doesn't have it she's got no weight in the circle get it?"

Smoke nods, presses down on his ankle with a little pressure, "How many?"

Allan looks like he's thinking really hard, "She's got like five…I think but she's pulling in some out of towners in case shit heats up. They'll be around in a few days. You got not chance man. Just give me the key and she'll leave you alone. That is all she wants."

Smoke squints at him and steps off and away, reaching into his pocket, thinking. "What about if I give the key to the Banshees?"

"Then you start a war man, they got a truce, but she won't back down getting the key back." Allan says desperately.

"The key is to what?" Smoke asks. His head tilts to the side as if he's listening to something.

Allan coughs, "The fricken tomb…you didn't even know?"

Smoke tilts his head and looks at Rowan, then looks down at Allan, "Where is this tomb?"

Allan looks at Rowan and then at Smoke, "Off in the mountains somewhere."

Rowan returns the look, and then back to his pocsec, transcribing.

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Negotiation fast talk lying":
1 1 4 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Can Smoke tell?":
1 2 3 4 7 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rowan (#1748) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4:
1 3 4 5 9 14 = 4 Successes

Smoke kicks him in the side, then crouches again, "Remember this is important, where is the tomb?"

Allan nods and looks back at him, "It is below her building, in the tunnels but I ain't never been down there. They don't let non-fangs down past level three."

Smoke looks back up at Rowan, "Okay you ask, I am pretty much done with him."

Rowan finishes typing in, nodding his head, scrolling up and then looking over his screen as he steps forwards to loom over Allan. He squints at his screen. "… Crazy horse, Etsin, Vixell-deceased, Charent-deceased, forty-thousand nuyen. What's this about?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (int) for "Skeelee perception":
1 2 5 5 8 11

Allan looks at Rowan, "That was the botched hit on the blonde at the Crazy Horse bar, Etsin fucked it up. We got some intel on that broad from the parking garage car camera, Cerelean recognized her from way back. We staked it out because she hangs out there, her and that guy she is always with." He looks at Smoke, "Etsin saw you too, and he's pissed you killed his Sept mates."

Smoke nods to Rowan, "That matches up."

Allan gets a dizzy look for a minute, his head in obvious pain, "Look they are gonna kill all of you. Just give me the key…serious you will walk from this. She…Lillian doesn't give a damn about mortals, she just wants to protect her position."

Rowan nods as he transcribes, pausing there over Allan for a moment as he scrolls up again. An uncomfortable silence as he pauses. He shakes his head to Allan after glancing to Smoke. "I only want to clarify a little of this… Penyick?"

Smoke cocks his head this time, "Okay Rowan almost out of time, there are watchers now a block away, bunch of little ones fanning out."

Rowan says "Penny-ick… Peenyike…"

Allan nods, "Pynnyk, some circle member that lives in Kansas City, bloodthirsty little fuck and Lillian doesn't like owing him favors. He's supposed to be on a truck and due in two days time."

Rowan nods his head idly as he listens, typing away and then scrolling up. He shakes his head to himself. "Lots of gibberish here I could ask about but not enough time if we're hard-pressed. Anything else?" Rowan asks Smoke, shifting his weight to step off of Allan. He joins his arms together and he unholsters a dart gun from inside his left coatsleeve.

Smoke nods, "One last question, Grattas Golya, tell me about him."

Allan squirms seeing the dart gun, "Look you can't just kill me. I am worth too fucking much. I got a key card for the building…I could get it for you." His eyes dart to Smoke. "There are some…just a few outside the circle, like independents. He's a bad one, kills other vamps…sometimes Banshees too."

Rowan unloads the magazine of the dart gun and picks the top one out before reloading, tucking the weapon away, motioning the dart to Smoke. "Good?" He asks before shaking his head to Allan. "This isn't lethal."

Smoke nods and then tilts his head again listening, he looks at Rowan, lips pursed so many things he wants to ask…"Why did Scarlet stab me?"

Allan shrugs and then squirms again seeing the darts, "She set the whole thing up at Chrome, dumped the Key on you wrong, should have never done it. Cerelean figured it out, Scarlet was trying to steal the key. So they let her die in the alley."

Smoke tilts his head and listens to something, then he looks at Rowan, "No time, gotta do it now."

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (int) for "Skeelee percept":
1 1 1 2 3 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 6 (int) for "Skeelee percept kp1/1":
1 3 3 5 10 11

Allan squirms and growls a little, "Look don't do this, I know you have Tallow…hated that fucker. Look I know where you can get like two-hundred kay for the key, we can blame shit on him."

Rowan shifts his weight and then crouches, putting his weight onto Allan's chest with one knee and tilting his head back with one hand to stretch his neck. With practiced steadiness he lays the tip of the dart into a minor vein and pushes the chemical into the bloodstream to knock Allan out and kill his short term memory. Rowan pockets the dart, removes the bindings and loads Allan into the back of his vehicle again. "Anywhere specific to drop him? Can Skeelee follow me?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Smoke (#1419) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "for reduced memory loss":
1 2 2 8 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Smoke says, "Allan loses 10 hours and out for 100 minutes. Loses entire meeting and some other important things."
«Plot» Smoke says, "Drug is Laes"

Rowan says "I could drive almost an hour south out of Denver, or…"

Smoke helps load Allan and checks his pockets, pulling out some nova and stuffing it back in. Then he gets the swipe key for the blue van, the ring actually having a small wheel knick-knack attached to it. He digs a little more and another set of cards on a key ring is found. "We could leave the keys on him or take them?"

Rowan shakes his head and motions for Smoke to take them. "Take them I suppose, maybe one gets into that… underground…" he trails off and shakes his head, closing the back door, moving to seat himself. "I'll be back in an hour and a half or so, will be in radio contact most the way but will leave the signal. I'll receive even when I can't transmit for a ways. We'll have a full smudge, I'll give you this file, and I'll go get some rest. And food. And a shower…"

Smoke thinks for a moment, "Gonna have the Mist Spirit conceal Allan while you drive. Guard your vehicle too and confuse any spirit that tries to mess with you.

Then Smoke gives orders to the spirit, and takes the file. "Excellent work, this whole thing is crazy." He moves to get the gate and then closes it and locks it heading back inside.

Rowan exits promptly and closes the gate so Smoke it up. He drives south, taking various turns, but ending up out of Denver on the highway after just under an hour of driving. He pulls into the median, drags Allan out into the grass, drops a meal bar on his chest and leaves back to town.

«OOC» Smoke says, "Log Ends"

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