Sioux Smuggling

GM: Nina
Players: Snow, Nina
Synopsis:
Nina is contacted by Tony Marchino (Nina's lvl 2 fixer contact) and given information on smuggling weapons to the Sioux Nation. She is to meet with one of Tony's made-men (Vincent Brucheti) to procure the AK-97's for shipment across into the FTZ and then up into the Sioux Nation for delivery.
Nina contacts the help of Snow and the two set off; make two different trips with the military assault rifles into the FTZ and then into the Sioux sector, back.. and then the next day they do it again for the remainder of the weapons to be delivered.
A Sioux sponsored rigger put a tracking device on Snow's Toyotta Elite but the two runners spotted it and were careful not to lead the rigger to Vincent or the Italian mafia asset locations in the city. They arranged for a neutral location and minimized the intel gathering of the Sioux rigger.
Mission success, weapons delivered, paid.
Date: 05-16-2072


Nina - Wednesday, May 16, 2012, 8:15 AM


----> Text Message to Winter from Ni <-----

Snow - Contact of mine needs assests relocated across borders. Would like me to find someone with skills and assets to do such. Little birdy sent me towards you. Would you like to meet to discuss the job? If so, meet me at the back room of Craig's Roleplaying Store Downtown (plot room #1)

Ni


------> Nina's PrP <-------
Nina's Plot Log has now started.
This PrP Involves: Snow, Nina
-----> Wed May 16 11:01:38 2072 <------

** GM Nina **
This plot will be using the Denver borders/locations map at:
http://denver.wikidot.com/theme:denver-geography

** GM Nina **
This meeting is taking place in the Mooreland Building
On E 18th Avenue between Park Ave and Lincoln St.

Snow is sat at the bar of the Crazy Horse munching on something that vaguely resembles, but does not taste, like eggs and bacon when the pocsec next to her plate buzzes to life. Tipping her gaze toward the device, she wipes her hands with a napkin, gives it a toss and then takes it in hand for a closer look. As she reads the message, an eyebrow perks and gaze shifts toward the waitress, whom she promptly gestures to for a check.

It is nearly an hour later when Snow appears at Craig's Game Room, the woman's gaze switching nervously from corner-to-corner inside the room, examining it with caution and curiousity. Seeing a door, she moves toward it silently, though she gives a look at the man behind the counter - if there is a counter - to ensure he does not intend to stop her as she continues on into the back room. Cracking open the door, she swings her head in and then steps inside, "Ni?"

Nina is in the back room all alone, a long table surrounded by chairs and the smell of popcorn and old snacks and soda worked into the carpet is strong to the scent in here.
On the table are a half-dozen assorted donnuts and a couple cups of to-go soy coffee.
Nina smiles as Snow enters the room and waits for her to close the door behind her so they are alone, "Thank you Snow for coming. I don't know a lot of smugglers so hearing you had these skillsets was a nice surprise. I'd rather work with someone that I know is good-people."

Snow sniffs and cracks a smile, glancing around the room with wide-eyed curiousity and a bit of caution, "I don't consider myself a smuggler. That…" she hmphs, giving a sharp tilt of her head as she considers a thought, her eyes zooming their focus on Nina, " … it sounds so… prosecutable." Grinning suddenly, she makes her way over to where Nina is sat, pulls out a chair and sinks into the seat with a cross of her legs. "I'm a courier; a delivery person. What is it you need delivered?"

Nina ah's softly, "I was just trying to be dramatic.. it's this place of fiction and make-believe that makes me want to try and sound all mysterious.. sorry for being insulting like that." As she's saying all this she's typing something on her pocsec, "You know.. you're right. There may be ears listening. Do you mind if I use a mindlink spell so we can talk with no way anyone can hear us? Talk work through the spell.. chat casual aloud?"

Snow's eyes round with alarm.

Snow clears her throat, exhales sharply and nods once, swallowing, "Sure," she answers cautiously, after a long pause.

«Auto-Judge[]» Nina (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "F1 Mindlink TN 4 + BG 1 = TN 5 (need 1 succ) Drain will be 2S":
1 2 3 3 4 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nina (#6503) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 + 4 vs TN 2 for "2S Drain, +4 dice from power foci (6 succ for no drain)":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 9 11 = 13 Successes

Nina closes up her pocsec and puts it away as she looks at Snow and offers the manalink between their two minds. If this is Snow's first time it may be a bit unsettling.. at first soft whispers from somewhere in the room.. then a voice as if in a tin can or a small metal room echoing around.. finally Nina's voice coming through clearly. Not just her voice, but emotions of contentment, excitement and anticipation… actual emotions can be felt accompanying the words in the mind…

Nina's Mindlink, "Thank you Snow.. this is much safer. I was careless to use the word smuggler.. sorry about that."

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls Willpower:
1 1 1 2 7

Nina takes a soycaf and sips from it carefully, "Yes.. Um.. just to be sure.. you're roleplaying you're a courier for a shadowy criminal organization right? Did you bring your character sheet?" (Obviously this is the public/ruse part meant for eavesdroppers).

Snow sits stiffly in her seat, thighs pressed rigidly together where they are crossed as the rest of her body stiffens uncomfortably on the stool. Its not unlike watching a child who is being asked to take its medicine and the medicine, the child knows, tastes like vomit. Lips pressed into a thin line and eyes narrowed, she bows her head slightly, brow furrowed and creased in unnecessary force of concentration. This is her shell. Inside, she is a cyclone of panic and unease, a mental fight to avoid breaking and it takes her a long time to will herself to control: 'Calm down, frag. Calm down. Calm….' she listens to Nina, she FEELs her and it makes her heartrate spike, her panic heave. 'Breath, whoo-whoo', she thinks. Eventually, however, she takes the mental step forward to myriad of sensations she receives through the mindlink: "… No problem."

Snow then adds verbally, " …. yes.. although I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach."

Nina's Mindlink, "You're doing good… it takes people not accustom to magic to get used to a mindlink spell.. it's unsettling to many. You're doing great though…. as for the job. I have an order of weapons that need delivered from a warehouse in the CAS sector up into the Sioux Nation. The route of course is up to you, you're the courier with the skills to make such decisions."

** GM Nina **
Per +bbread ooc1/107
Involving the politics of the Sioux Nation and their paranoia. They are purchasing weapons and stocking up through channels not fully-public.
Therefore: Requesting +10% cash adjustment per bbpost on this plot.

Snow nods faintly in response, grimacing against the discomfort that plagues her mind. Those feelings of discomfort pervade her mind, flowing in and out of her thoughts as she attempts to respond: "How many…" <so odd, didn't think her that type of person> "…weapons are we talkin…" <magic, hawk, so uncomfortable, what if she goes deeper> "… about here?"

Nina offers into the room as she pulls out a bag of dice (6 sided) and splits them in half, pushing over half of them to Snow, "Okay, good deal. I need you to roll 5 dice and add your reaction for surprise."

Snow grabs a handful of dice and tosses them at the table, nearly throwing them across to the other side, with a limp snap of her arm.

Nina's Mindlink, "It doesn't all have to be in one trip, but there are one hundred assault rifles.. quite a few. It's a big order." Nina herself is very accustom to the spell and with magic and her mental barriers so no bleedthrough comes through the link that she doesn't intend to let come through. She doesn't respond to the concerns of Snow because acknowledging she's heard the thoughts might upset her even more."

Nina counts up the dice, "Awesome.. you don't get surprised. You can act in the first pass of round one."

Snow looks blankly at Nina and from the woman, she gives a sidelong glance at the dice, "Great." Mindlink: "I have a special vehicle for transport. I'd prefer to use it, but it would require four trips with that … " <oh god, my defenses are dropping; keep them up; concentrate> " … many guns. It can be done, but I'd rather be careful than be… " <Air, Nina: do they do this in bed?> "… hasty."

«Auto-Judge[]» Nina (#6503) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Concealing Air Thoughts":
1 1 3 4 8 8 = 2 Successes

Nina's Mindlink, "We … my sponsor and I… want you to do this the way you think is the safest. We have two days to make the transfer to the buyer. We want to do it the way that you think will have the greatest chance of not getting caught."

Nina takes a sip of the soycaf to help conceal the thoughts about Air.

Snow nods faintly, swallows and lifts her eyes to Nina. After a short pause, she responds in thought: "I believe I can fulfill this task within that time limit. How much does… <she is very pretty, I need to get cosmetic surgery> .. does the job pay?"

Nina's Mindlink, "Fantastic Snow… very nice. It's a big order that might require multiple border crossings so they're offering pretty good money. Transfering unregistered military quality assault rifles across borders is a major jail time crime… so they're offering xxxxxx nuyen for the job. Does that sound like something you can do the job for? I'll be accompanying you in case things go sideways; and to look over your meat body if you need to rig the vehicle."

** GM Nina **
XXXXXX nuyen we will go back after the plot and negotiation together what we think the admins will approve for the job. Inserting difficulty pay that makes sense for the plot.

Nina puts the coffee down and takes up a donut, "Okay.. you come around a corner on your motorcycle and see the road is blocked by a go-gang. They are waiting for you but you're quick and can take an action while they are drawing their weapons."

Snow nods faintly, eyes on Nina but not really paying attention to the words she speaks. Mindlink: "Yes, that would be preferable. I usually… <defenses, defenses, you're slipping!> drive with a second. With my vehicle, <you forget, you forget; mage tricks!> I can typically pass through the checkpoints without complications. Do … <how can anyone ever be comfortable with this> you have a SIN you can use or are we using alternative routes?"

"Thank you, Ni. Nothing for the Sioux Nation?" she asks via the Mindlink.

Nina's Mindlink, "I don't I'm afraid. My real SIN is UCAS and they're so freaked about the UCAS all the time I've honestly been a bit terrified of even stepping foot in the Sioux Nation; afraid they'd see through a fake SIN and find me out. Obviously I can't use Tina Long as a SIN because she's UCAS.. do you think they'd perk up and wonder about Tanya Heriot with the CAS SIN? Should I try and sneak across the border another way and meet up with you on the other side of the border? I worry that shapechanging into a bird to cross will draw attention…. you know more about border things than I do."

Snow looks up at the ceiling with a small shake of her head, "It would be better," she expresses via the Mindlink, "we'll pull off a few miles from the border and have you .. <change; remembering the change that afternoon in CalFree> .. turn. And meet up again within the Nation."

Nina's Mindlink, "Sounds good. I have a backpack stashed behind a Building near Sitting Bear Shooting Range where I can land and change into clothing. Can you pick me up there on the other side?""

------> Nina's PrP <-------
Nina's Plot Log has now stopped.
-----> Wed May 16 12:56:48 2072 <------

Nina - Tuesday, May 29, 2012, 11:26 AM


------> Nina's PrP <-------
Nina's Plot Log has now started.
This PrP Involves: Snow, Nina
-----> Tue May 29 13:12:05 2072 <------

Snow gives a curt nod, moving her head awkwardly from side to side as she speaks with Nina, in the same way someone rolls away from a bug that's buzzing in their face: "Sure," she replies in thought, "Now? We'll go now." Its curt, the response is, in the way someone's response might get curt if tired of talking and wanted to end the conversation.

Nina nods and ends the Mindlink spell and collects up her dice and notes into her satchel and then heads out with Snow; leaving the donuts and drinks behind in the roleplaying room.

Snow pops out of her chair, glad to be done with the spell and walks out a step behind Nina. As she heads to the entrance, she draws a ring of maglocks into her palm, tosses and catches it. There is a parking garage several blocks down the road from Craig's and Snow leads Nina there with little discussion as they walk, except to indicate when to turn and where to go. They climb a set of stairs, go through a few doors and eventually come out in front of a pretty Toyota Elite, the chrome finish newly buffed. "S'my baby." She runs the maglock up when they're within three meters, releasing the locks, "Get in."

Nina climbs on into the passengers door and gets in, closes the door, slips her satchel off her shoulder and into her lap before putting on her seatbelt, "Nice ride.. very nice."

Snow gets in the drivers side, sealing the door shut behind her with a slap of metal on metal. "Thanks," she says, giving a side glance at the woman in the passenger's seat. "So, where to first? You want me to steer you in closer to downtown so you can do your magical transformation thing or…" she keys the engine with another swipe of the maglock, then drops the keys into the recesses of the dash and brings her hands the wheel as the engine starts up with a purr, "… or we going to go check the merchandise?"

Nina considers their options, "I think it's good if we can load you up first with the merchandise. Then from there I can fly off and meet you on the Nation side and we can go together to the drop off location… that work?"

Snow drops a nod, "Frosty," she replies and with that said, touches a button on the dash with an upturned, manicured finger. A holographic display of the vehicle's system computer pops up, superimposed over the glass but in no way blocking her vision, one of the windows showing the visual behind the car. Putting the vehicle in reverse, Snow steers smoothly back, shifts into drive and pulls out of the parking lot. "Where are we headed?'

----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=========================> Map of Region CAS Sector <==========================

Clayton -,
| ||\ \
| | Park Hill
Downtown | / || |
Districts | / |
\ | / | Morris Heights
Blackbird | | || |
|| \ / | |
North -
— Central Colfax |
Aztlan <- Monaco | || | |
Sector ||| | | |
| | | |
Crestmoore — Central — Highland — West —> UCAS
|| | Lowery Village Aurora Sector
| || \ ||'. / ||
| | '. |
| | '. |
| | | |
Glenndale -
— Dayton -- Heather
|| \ Triangle Ridge
\ / || |||
\ / |
\ / .'
\ | |
South -
-- East Ridge —> THE
Hampden | || WARRENS
|| \ |
\ |
Cherry Creek Park
||

----> **=You Are Here **=Target of Search <----

Nina looks around the vevhicle at all the tech, impressed, "Down in the CAS sector, Glenndale area (+map CAS)." She then pulls out a notepad and writes down an address on it and hands it over to Snow, "What name do you want me to call you when we're around other people or people might be able to hear us talking?… a name for working? Snow right? Jane is your public name right?"

** GM Nina **
The address is to a large warehouse in an area where there are many warehouses and businesses. The note has written on it: Back entrance.

** GM Nina **
For the purposes of this Playerplot I'm not going to ask for Border crossing +rolls/detailed RP unless we have the merchandise inside the van. Casual travel I don't want to bog the RP down with the border rolls.

"Sugar, it doesn't really matter. I've gone by a lot of them and none of them ain't close to my birth name. So, whatever's clever, savvy? Snow'll do." Snow replies with a brilliant smile, tipping her head toward Nina as she takes her hand off the wheel to claim the piece of paper between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes give a darting glance in the mage's direction and then look back at the road ahead as they come to a pause at the end of the ramp. The mixed race woman looks for an opening and when a break in traffic appears, she depresses her foot on the gas, advancing with a whirrl of the engine. "Oh yeah," she gives a glance at the address indicated on the paper, I know this place. No reason to muck up the GridNav." She gives the paper a toss in where she placed her keys, returns her hands to the wheel and drives.

Nina looks relaxed with Snow in charge of the driving, "When I look like this.. this is my REAL SIN from Detroit.. UCAS. I intend to build up more fake SINs but for now I have my real one.. Nina. And a fake CAS and a fake UCAS. I'm going to switch over to my fake CAS because we'll be going into the CAS sector and that makes things just smoother for going into that area. You can call me Tanya when I look like……this." And she pulls mana around her in the astral world and stores the Physical Mask spell into a sustaining foci on her bracelet. She takes a completely different look magically.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 5 for "F2 Physical Mask TN 4 + 1 BG count = TN 5":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower + 4 (Power Foci) vs TN 3 for "3M Drain, need 4 succ for no drain.":
1 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 9 = 9 Successes

Snow throws up a hand between she and the passenger seat, eyes widening, "Ni…er, whatever, I should warn you that… I ahm made very uneasy by your particular skill set."

Nina's spell warbles a bit.. as it tries to gain hold.. it's not that impressive but she works it a bit (recasting) to make it more impressive.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 5 for "F2 Physical Mask TN 4 + 1 BG count = TN 5":
2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 7 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower + 4 (Power Foci) vs TN 3 for "3M Drain, need 4 succ for no drain.":
1 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 13 = 9 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 + 4 (power foci) vs TN 5 for "F2 Physical Mask TN 4 + 1 BG count = TN 5":
2 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 8 13 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "3M Drain, need 4 succ for no drain.":
1 5 5 8 10 10 = 5 Successes

** GM Tanya **
Much better, used Power foci on casting instead of drain.
F2 Physical Mask: 7 succ, no drain.

It takes Nina a bit to get the spell just proper, her face morphing and shivering, skin bubling and shifting.. nasty. When complete she looks pretty normal (new @desc). She looks over to Snow as the driver offers her concerns over the magic, "I don't want to upset you.. is there some way I can accomodate your concerns? Maybe just use my magic when you can't see me?"

Tanya's voice is also completely different now.

Snow tries to keep her eyes on the road, pointedly turned away from the mental frag-grenade that is currently sat next to her in the passenger seat, strain visible on her face as she willfully bars whatever image comes through her periphery from reaching the integration center of her brain. "That… if possible, would be helpful, yes."

Tanya nods, "I will do my best. If we get in a fight with people though… is it okay to use magic openly to protect us?"

Tanya(#6503PMXc$)

This human lady has discheveled shoulder length blonde hair, a perky little cute nose with full lips. Her eyes pop with carefully placed mascara and eye-liner.
She is wearing a grey pull over t-shirt with black arms. On the chest of her shirt is a large red mouth with a big red tongue sticking out of it (Rolling Stones Emblem). Hip hugger blue jeans wrap up her lower body with a delicate looking cosmetic jewelry necklace used as a belt for decoration.
Beautiful blue eyes sparkle as they look around this alert and attentive lady and are able to be seen when she's not wearing a pair of sunglasses. On her left wrist she is wearing a simple leather bracelet with several ivory beads.
She is relaxed in conversation and carries herself with an air of confidence that can be reassuring.

Picture: http://tinyurl.com/6mxwsxu
Bracelet: http://tinyurl.com/7swec72

"Mm-hm," Snow replies, stealing a glance at 'Tanya, then looking back at the road with a dramatic shake of her head. "Motha of Christ," she murmurs, dropping a hand off the wheel to do a sign of the cross.

Its a cool day in Denver, the roads are parched a dull gray from the salt and heavy traffic, the sunlight barely reaching the city streets, beyond the thick, billowy grey clouds and the tall skyscrapers that surround them at all sides. They pass through border checks without complaint, both women offering their SINS and being waved through, with only a cursory glance and a nod between glances at the ID. Its midday and border checks are busy, so Snow steers into the CAS with a drop of her foot on the gas.
When they reach the warehouse distrinct, Snow slows slightly, moving at the speed limit as she searches for some indication of numbering or an address on the buildings. "Ah, there then," the human says with a lift of her chin at the address when spotted, hands spinning the wheel as she steers onto a sideroad parallel to the indicated warehouse to arrive at the back.

Tanya pulls her pocsec out of Nina's satchel and types a short txt message and then puts it away.

As the van comes into view of the rear roll-up door of the warehouse the roll-up door begins to roll up; all the way up by the time Snow's vehicle up to it.

Inside the warehouse it is mostly empty, vast and open spaces. Catwalks above contain two snipers with rifles that look like they are long-term positions because they have sandbags and chairs to sit in.

In the center of the warehouse are some large plastic crates that are army green and are labled (AK-97 UCAS 345-25-663345-2233 R).
There are six men near the crates, all with SMG's. They do not look trigger happy or nervous, they look relaxed as if Snows arrival is a desired moment in their day.

Snow sits forward in the drivers seat, arm slung in an arch over the wheel as she peers out at the interior of the warehouse. Her eyes pivot from left to right, her wide lips stretched in a thin line as she draws in a breath through her nostrils. Sinking back into the bucket seat, she gives a faint nod at Tanya and drives into the warehouse, coming to a stop beside the 'crates'. The engine idles, then ceases as Snow kills the starter with a push of her thumb. "Tanya, you worked with these fellas before?" she asks, before exiting the vehicle.

Tanya nods, "Yeah, they're people that work with the Italian family here in the CAS sector.. friends of one of my fixers and sponsor here in the city. I can get out and do the talking if you want."

Snow rolls her jaw and drops a nod, peering into the side view mirror, "Everyone's got a different protocol," she says. Cracking open the door, she slips a heeled foot onto the concrete floor of the warehouse, shortly joined by its mate. Turning her hips in the seat, her hand paws the door above the window and guides it open as she gives a push of her rump and slowly rises, emerging from the vehicle with her hands away from her body, clearly visible to those with weapons. "Evening fellas," she tells the armed men, a faint, forced smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

** GM Tanya **
Snow has 6 CF of smuggling compartment space. She can do this entire job in 2 trips.

«OOC» Snow says, "Conceal 8, Chemseal 3, also."
Snow dropped Toyota Elite.

Tanya slips out of the vehicle, her satchel going over her head and across her chest to rest on her left hip and then she shuts the vehicle's door and meets up with Snow. She upnods to the men, "Tony said you wanted us to get some goods up into the SIOUX sector.. we've got two days to get them all moved right?"

Having shared enough data of the job to show she's informed of the details and having matched the photo of Tanya that Tony had sent them on their Pocsecs the leader of the group nods and motions to the other men with his hand.
The men go on casual mode as the roll up garage door at the rear of the building starts to close.
A tall man over two meters tall with Italian looking heritage steps forward, "We will stay here until all of them are moved, thanks for finding a smuggler for us."

Tanya nods her cute little head as she slips her thumbs into the wasteband of her low riding jeans, "Can you have your men follow Snow's advice on how to load them in her van the best way?"

The man nods, "Sure.. you bet."
The men start to open the plastic military crates and they're looking to Snow for instructions.

----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]-
=====================> Contents of Toyota Elite (#7019) <======================
| Item | Qty | IC Location | Description |
*
—+-+----+-------—*
| 1 | 1 | Carried | Toyota Elite |
| 2 | 1 | Carried | +- Rigger Adaption |
| 3 | 1 | Carried | +- Secret Compartment |
| 4 | 1 | Carried | +- Turbocharging |
| 5 | 1 | Carried | +- Photovoltaic Paint |
| 6 | 1 | Carried | +- Morphing License Plate |
| 7 | 1 | Carried | +- Transponder Library R4 |
=============================== 7 Items Listed ================================

==========================> Item 3 on Toyota Elite <===========================
Item Name: Secret Compartment
Item Type: ITEM
Quantity: 1
Fractional OK: No
Clonable: No
Players Can Link: No
Parent Item: 1
Created For: Snow (#4024)
Created By: Grinch (#1483)
IC Location: Carried
-----—> GM Notes for Item <-----
Apr 14 11:03 6CF, Conceal 8, Chemsealing 3, 6 hour air supply.


** GM Tanya **
All the Assault Rifles are assembled, Smartlink II, Gas Vents IV.

"JCS Saiyen to American Task Force."

"This is Task Force Longarm. Go ahead, Saiyen."

"The Saiyen will take position off the Faralon Islands, outside the Golden Gate Narrow in approximately twenty minutes. Task Force Longarm is respectfully requested to embark from it's illegally held position inside San Francisco Bay."

"Well. That's fairly ballsy. And just how come our position is illegal? We've got a signed statement of basing from Governor Gill of California, giving us rights to this base here. It's a nice base, and I think we'll keep it."

"Governor General Kenji Saito requests you remove yourself from the Japanese Protectorate of California."

"The What?"

"The Japanese Protectorate of California."

"The What?"

"Comms, clean up this transmission. The Japanese Protectorate of California."

"The What?" (laughter in the background)
Snow's heels clip sharply against the concrete, coming together as she stops at the edge of the crate. "Remove the packing, please," she tells the man nearest, she being unwilling to touch it. When he does, she looks inside, drawing in a deep breath through her nostrils, then exhales a sigh as she looks back at her Elite, "S'okay, this is how we'll do this." Crossing back to her vehicle, the rhythmic clip of her heels echoing in the hollow space, she stops a few feet back from the trunk and touches a button on her key, watching as the lock releases the door rises with a sigh of hydraulics. "Bind them, muzzle to butt, two each bundle." When the door is raised, it looks like the trunk has been converted to fit a high tech stereosystem, but this is just a front. She gives a push of a few well hidden buttons and the pieces seperate, parting to reveal a large empty space that takes up all of the trunk and what might have once been the back seat. "Let's load 'em up."

The men; wearing gloves, bind the guns as instructed with zipties. It takes some time but within an hour the 6 CF compartment is loaded up and packed to the max following Snow's instructions and overwatch as the work is being done.

During this hour, Tanya stays off to the side, keeping alert and chatting casually with the leader of the men.

Snow watches the men work, eyes following them as they load up the vehicle, standing quietly with her arms crossed and foot strut forward. When the job is complete, she gives a nod to the last man and steps forward to seal the compartment again. Bringing her heels together, she kneels as she drops the trunk, then pops up and walks over to Tanya, giving a nod to she and the leader who she is speaking with, "Ready to sail," she tells the mage.

Tanya pushes off the steel girder she was leaning against, "Perfect.. I will see you on the other side," she offers to Snow. Tanya then looks to Vincent, "I'll head up to the catwalk now if one of your guys can open up the skylight for me.. thank you Vincent.. I don't see this taking the full two days, Snow here is top notch at what she does."

** GM Tanya **
IC Time: 1:00 pm

Tanya heads on over to the ladder welded onto one of the big steel beams and starts climbing up.. hand over hand up and up and up until she's up three floors above the warehouse floor and then steps out onto the catwalk. Tanya makes note of the men/snipers on the catwalk and offers them a respectful nod and then walks down the catwalk to a point where she climbs another ladder to an A/C access platform where there is equipment mounted for the heating/cooling of the building.
Down on the ground level Vincent pushes a button to manually open the skylight near Tanya.

Tanya moves around behind the equipment out of view of everyone and opens up one of the access panels and pulls out a backpack and starts to get undressed and store her clothing and satchel and items inside it. She keeps her bracelet though and lets her Physical mask spell drop off once she is completely naked. She stows the backpack into the panel and closes it and then uses her Shapechange spell to turn into a big fat pigeon, the bracelet resized to the proper diameter falls down over her nose/beak and neck as she flap flaps to the platforms metal floor and gets her bird-bearings and senses.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "F3 Shapechange (sustaining foci) TN 3 (Nina's body) + 1 BG = TN 4 (need 4 succ/threshold)":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 4 4 8 8 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower + 4 (Power Foci) vs TN 2 for "2M Drain, 4 succ for no drain":
2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 = 10 Successes

** Tanya Pigeon **
The Piegon flaps and takes to the air, coming up and out from around the AC equipment she flies up and out of the open skylight and starts on her way for the Sioux sector for the Building near Sitting Bear Shooting Range where she has a backpack with clothing, etc waiting for her.

Snow winks at Vincent, arms swaying as she circles with a purposeful notch of her hips. She draws a pair of sunglasses from the pocket of her leather jacket, feeding them over her eyes as she walks back to her vehicle, the shuffle-click of her heels chiming with each step.
At the Elite, she guides open the door with a sharp tug of her elbow, then sinks into the seat in one fluid motion. It appears that Snow has magic of her own: as, once inside, when the engine lights and whirls with a test of her foot on the gas, the vehicle's exterior paint begin to change with a blur - in a seamless shift, rolling from top to bottom across the monofilament mesh - from chrome to a black.
With the way clear, the vehicle rockets into reverse, screeching to a sudden stop once it has cleared the warehouse, then pivoting with a pulse of her foot on the gas, Snow steers it around the warehouse and out of view as she turns the corner.

** GM Tanya **
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** GM Tanya **
On the Map… the warehouse is rather near Sal's Coffin Motel in the CAS Sector.

* New Border Crossing MUSH Rules *

Step 1: Border Running Check

+- SIN or Smuggling Skill vs Border Rating and Vice Versa. (Average TN: 3/4)
+- 1 Successes: Proceed without incident.
+- 0 Successes: Mechanical Error, rescan.
+- -1 Success: Proceed to Preliminary inspection.
+- -2 Success: Proceed to Full inspection.
+- -3 Successes: Proceed to Deep inspection, SIN Broken.
Step 1A: Random Screening

+- Plot: Etiquette at GM set TN based on border, tensions, race, social class, vehicle.
+- 1/4 people will be automatically assigned. Shit happens.

Step 2: Preliminary Inspection

+- SIN vs Border Rating +1 and Vice Versa. (Average TN: 4/5)

+- MAD/Scanner/Sensors at Border Rating +1 (Average TN: 4/5)

+- 1 Successes: Proceed without incident.

+- 0 Successes: Mechanical Error, rescan.

+- -1 Successes: Proceed to Deep inspection.

Step 2A: Full Inspection

+- SIN vs Border Rating +2 and Vice Versa. (Average TN: 5/6)

+- MAD/Scanner/Sensors at Border Rating +2 (Average TN: 5/6)

+- 1 Successes: Proceed without incident.

+- 0 Successes: Mechanical Error, rescan.

+- -1 Successes: Proceed to Deep inspection.

Step 2B: Deep Inspection

+- SIN vs Border Rating *2 and Vice Versa. (Average TN: 8/10)

+- MAD/Scanner/Sensors at Border Rating *2 (Average TN: 8/10)

+- 1 Successes: Proceed without further incident.

+- 0 Successes: Mechanical Error, rescan.

+- -1 Successes: SIN Broken, vehicle torn apart. Proceed to 'so you got busted.'

KS: <Sector/Nation> Smuggling Routes - Players with a Smuggling Routes skill specific to the sector/nation being snuck into (But not out of) can receive a dice bonus equal to (1/2 skill). This does not effect Target numbers, only dice pool. This does not apply to step 1.

Contacts: Sector Specific border guards. Players with a sector-specific border-guard contact may add that contacts rating to their check. This does not effect tartget numbers. General Police may not be used for this. The contact must be specific and direct.
***

** GM Tanya **
At the Sioux Border: Please +roll your SIN rating you are using <OR> Your Smuggling skill vs TN 4.

** GM Tanya **
Going from CAS to FTZ: Please +roll your SIN rating you are using <OR> Your Smuggling skill vs TN 2.

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls 4 vs TN 2 for "<Passing the border>":
1 1 2 4 = 2 Successes

** GM Tanya **
Snow is not stopped going into the FTZ.

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) has the Fake SIN SIO-04024-0013JQ-0009KU-5E2 (Margaret Daniels) with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=====================> SIN Information for Snow (#4024) <======================
SIN: SIO-04024-0013JQ-0009KU-5E2
Name: Margaret Daniels
Rating: 4
Created: Sun Apr 1 10:32:27 2012
Player: Celeste (#4024)


** GM Tanya **
Going from FTZ to Sioux Nation: Please +roll your SIN rating you are using <OR> Your Smuggling skill vs TN 4.

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "<Passing the border into the Sioux: SIN R4, Margaret Daniels, SIO-04024-0013JQ-0009KU-5E2>":
2 2 4 9 = 2 Successes

** GM Tanya **
Snow is not stopped going into the Sioux Nation.

** Tanya Pigeon **
The pigeon keeps low, using buildings as cover, waiting at the border for a while and then flying across and down into the alleys again. She flaps along and it takes her a good hour to get up to the old building she's hidden a backpack in near the Sitting Bear Shooting Range. The pigeon glides down and lands behind the old building and waits until she's sure she's alone. Slipping the bracelet off her neck she then drops the spell and poof… naked Nina.
Nina pulls the vent cover off at the back of the building, reaches in… up… and grabs the strap of the hidden backpack and pulls it out and starts getting dressed.

Nina gets dressed and slips her bracelet back on and then works her Physical Mask spell so that she can take on the persona of Tanya gain; better to be from the CAS than the UCAS here in the Sioux nation.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 + 4 (power foci) vs TN 5 for "F2 Physical Mask (Sustaining Foci in Bracelet) TN 4 + 1 BG count = TN 5":
1 1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 + 4 (power foci) - 2 vs TN 5 for "F2 Physical Mask (Sustaining Foci in Bracelet) TN 4 + 1 BG count = TN 5 (1/12 KP)":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 8 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "2M Drain, 4 succ needed.":
1 3 4 4 5 5 = 5 Successes

Snow comes into queue at the border check and old hat as she is, flashes a smile when the FTZ border guard approaches her vehicle, drawing her credstick out for him to scan. She watches with bland interest as he checks it and then hands it back, then tucks it away into her bra and takes hold of the wheel, passing through at a casual pace to avoid the foot traffic that threads dangerously through the narrow streets.

Its nearly an hour later when she arrives at the Sioux checkpoint and once again, comes into the queue: inching forward and stopping, inching forward and stopping. Eventually, she is approached by a guard who looks down at her from behind his dropped visor, claiming her credstick when she offers it. He checks it, hands it back and waves her on with a nod. With the all clear, she again, moves through the checkpoint and heads toward the Sitting Bear. At the Shooting Range, Snow pulls into an open space on the street out front, idles and awaits Tanya's arrival.

** GM Tanya **
Nina Physical Mask:
F2, 8 succ, no drain

** GM Tanya **
Nina at 1/12 KP

Tanya has been watching and waiting and when the Elite comes up she hopes it's the same/correct vehicle. Tanya comes into view and is spotted walking across the parking lot towards the drivers door, a curious look on her face as she's nearing.. probalby wanting to make sure it's the right vehicle.

Snow drops the passenger window and cranes her neck to peer out, "Hoi chica, want a lift to heaven?" she asks her, flashing a playful smile.

Tanya smiles wide and her cute little perky voice matches her cute little perky haircut and nose, "Why thank you.. yes please," and she comes around to the passengers door and climbs inside and buckles up.

Tanya offers over verbally the address for the drop off. It's way up North near the far reaches of the Sioux sector… far from the city influences and security."

Snow leans back in her seat and checks the side mirrors, as well as the holodisplay on her dash, then turns the wheel, passing hand over hand, to guide her idling Elite back into traffic. "That'll be a nice ride," she comments at the address. Rolling through the city that is clustered at the border, she takes the roads indicated by her GridNav, which she utilizes now, occassionally checking the map with a shift of her eyes.

** GM Tanya **
The route up to the drop off point is uneventful. As the ride goes further from the city the city landscape is exchanged with suburbia and then farmland.
BG Count: 0
Off and away from the city the address takes the Toyotta Elite to a Spa and Resort.

"Oh, naice," Snow comments when they pull on their destination. "You think we'll get a discount?" she asks Tanya.
Edit: pull up on.

** GM Tanya **
It took 1 hour driving to get from the Sitting Bear Shooting Range to the Spa and Resort:
IC Time: 4:15 pm

Tanya sits up more straight and looks impressed, "Very nice; I've never been here. I was told we're to go to the loading dock at the back of the building where the delivery trucks go. There is a guy named Big-Duck that is our contact."

Snow smirks, mouth pressed in a thin line, as if amused by some comment she doesn't elucidate. Instead, she simply nods and drives around back, though her eyes shift toward Tanya, "So… you and that cowboy, how'd that go down? Worth it?" she asks, clucking her tongue as she awaits an answer.

Tanya watches the gravel driveway they are driving down, curving gently around rolling green hills with healthy looking clumps of trees scattered around the property. She glances over to Snow as they're chatting, "He took me out to his Ranch for the night. We spent a good night talking and getting to know each other. I'm not sure if there is any long term future with us honestly. Magic takes up so much of my attention and efforts that I think I may need someone that can bond with me on that level as well. A nice time in the hot tub and a bit of cuddling in bed but that's all that happened. It was really nice.. but I think we both know we're not meant to be more than that."

Snow snorts, "He did not strike me as the /cuddling/ type," she comments, then adds, "but then, that's not something they throw out. Gotta hold up the image." She keeps her eyes on the property as she brings her Elite up the gravel path, tilting her head toward her shoulder as she peers around the property and drawing it back upright as they come around. "Alright, here we are," she tells the mage quietly.

Tanya nods and reaches for the door handle, "I'll go and find Big Duck.. make sure we're good before you have to get out… kay?"

Snow nods at the woman, "Agreed."

Tanya slips out of the vehicle and closes the door. She walks up to the loading docks and up the stairs to press the intercom button on the maglock at the door.

** GM Tanya **
Please +roll perception

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 3 3 4 11

** GM Tanya **

  • Snow notes a few security cameras around the area.
  • Snow spots on sensors a sniper about 200 meters away concealed on a hilltop. Thermal is what gave him and his spotter away.

** GM Tanya **
The Vehicle sensors are what have picked up the thermal targets. The cameras were spotted by Snow. The rigger frequency is not known to us yet.

Intercom: Hello? May I help you?

Tanya nods, "Yes please.. I have a delivery. Authorized person for the delivery is someone named Big Duck."

Intercom: "Ah.. one moment please."

Tanya steps back away from the door and paces.. waiting.

After a minute the security camera over the back loading door turns off (red light goes dark) and then the back door opens and a large Ameridian man steps out and with him three men. All four of them look to be certainly Military by their build and how they work as a team.

Snow sits forward in her seat, an arm draped over the wheel and passes a slow careful glance over the horizon, her attention only returning to Tanya when she catches sight of the door to the loading dock opening in her periphery. She tips her head, eyes narrowed needlessly as she gives them each an appraising look: guessing at their armor and weapons by the way their clothes fit.

** GM Tanya **
Snow believes each of the men has concealed weapons, pistols likely.

Tanya reaches out to shake Big Duck's hand but he doesn't accept it.. appears he doesn't care much for perky little white girls.

Big Duck and Tanya chat at the dock for a few moments and then Tanya turns and gives Snow a thumbs up.

Tanya and the men move to the loading dock so that Snow can back up and open up her compartment and they can start unloading… load 1 of 2 almost complete.

Snow gives a swing of the wheel, drawing the Elite forward, then throws an arm over the passenger seat and peers back over a shoulder through the narrow rear window as she puts the vehicle in reverse. Once she enters the loading dock, concealed beyond its walls, she cuts the engine and climbs out, coming around the back to lift the hatch and reveal the smuggling compartment. "It's an early Christmas, boys."

The men appear to have their humor-gland surgically removed.. grunts and scowls is all they offer as they start to unload the guns and carry them into a rollup door on the loading docks and putting them into some unmarked crates.

Rather disappointing.. they can't even manage casual conversation about the weather.. rude.

It takes them about 20 minutes to unload the vehicle, faster going than carefully packing them in.

IC Time: 4:40 pm

The guns are now all removed.

Tanya looks to Snow and gives her a nods and then looks to Big Duck, "Okay.. we'll bring another load yet tonight.. is that okay?"

Tanya looks over to Snow; to make sure this schedule is okay with her also.

Snow looks at Tanya, then to the humorless men. "Mm," she answers non-commitally, sniff the air and turns, hands poised on her hips. "It might make our second run tomorrow."

Tanya nods, "The one in charge of the borders says tomorrow.. that okay?"

Big Duck nods and then grunts. He motions to his men and they turn and walk into the building without even a goodbye.

Snow gives Big D a look as she drops the hatch, then shifts her gaze to Tanya with a nod and makes her way to the drivers side of the vehicle. Hauling open the door, she slips into the drivers seat, remaining still as the belt glides across her body and locks in place.

Tanya moves around the back of the vehicle and up the passengers side, pulls open the door and hops in before closing the door and fastening the seat belt, "I don't know the details of the borders and tricks.. why are we waiting until tomorrow?" Her voice doesn't sound annoyed.. more curious because Snow knows more important things that Tanya knows she does not.

Snow peers into the rear view, then checks the holodisplay as she drives them out into the road. "Its nearly five. Its going to be pretty heavy getting through the checks," she explains, wiggling a finger at the time display. "We'll get there around six, right? It'll probably take us another half-hour, hour to get through the first gate, and then maybe another hour to get through the second into the CAS." Pulling onto the main road, she gives a glance at Tanya, then turns her eyes forward again and continues, "That's not even with the car loaded. We won't be able to get back until … what, ten?" She shakes her mouth, mouth pursed, "I ain't coming into this territory, this deep, that late with a ride full of assault rifles. Bad intel and who knows might stop us on the road."

Tanya listens closely and nods at the math/time calculations, "That makes sense.. good thinking Snow. Do we want to load up at the warehouse or just wait until load up tomorrow some time and go directly to the dropoff?"

** GM Tanya **
Please roll perception

** GM Tanya **
Please +roll the Sensor Rating of the vehicle

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 3 4 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls 2 for "<Sensors>":
7 11

Snow hms, keeping her eyes on the road, "We can meet up again tomorrow, on site, say around 10? It'll be slower going through the checks at noon, but they won't be as careful," she observes.

** GM Tanya **
The Van sensors alert with a red warning on the windshield dispaly, showing an outline of the vehicle and a blinking red dot on the top/back right corner (normally a blind-side location).
Snow's quick thinking and use of the sensors/mirrors beings into view a small drone that has just placed a tracking device on the top of the vehicle.

Tanya nods, "Ten sounds good.. at the warehouse in the CAS," then the warning alert goes off and she looks around, unsure what's happening but ready to act if need be.

"What the frag…" Snow grunts in a tired voice. Plugging a few buttons on the dash, she brings the sensors on line that had indicated the warning, then comments to Tanya in an aside, "Your injun-friends are playing dirty, I think." She tries to locate the drone, searching for its location in the rearview holodisplay. "They dropped a tracking device on my car. Gonna have to wait til that drone makes to fade, then remove it."

** GM Tanya **
The Drone can be seen flying off and away from the road, heading back towards the spa and resort.

Tanya looks around and in the air and at the sky above the vehicle and then back to Snow, "Why would they do that? We're bringing them what they want.. we're on their side," a long pause…. ,"Right?"

Snow snorts and looks over at Tanya, "Yah, well, I hate to be presumptious, but if we lead them directly to the source, then hell… " she pauses, seemingly unconcerned as she drives on. "Ain't no discount like a five-fingered discount, scan?" she asks, an eyebrow rising. She gives another pause as she looks out over the road, "Ya know, if we wanted to be clever, we could just drive on and lead them where they want to go. Give your Italian friend a heads up, and let them get snared in their own trap. Your call tho, your job."

Tanya considers the situation and the possible double crossings, "Can I use your pocsec to send the Italians a message.. see how they want us to handle it?"

Snow nods and gestures to a recess in the dash, "Sure." Eyes on the road, she lets Tanya handle fallout.

Tanya opens up the recess and pulls out the pocsec and brings up a website.. types in a login name and a password and then links up with a Skype-like program to chat with Vincent.

Tanya waits a good five minutes as they're driving along before the pocsec screen program goes active again.

Nina shows Snow on the screen the new address. Still in the CAS Sector but much closer to the FTZ.

Snow cracks a smile, nods and continues on. As they come into the city, the norm looks over and asks, "You want me to drive you through or you want to fly away?" Adding a flittering gesture of her fingers.

Tanya considers the options, "Well.. we're clean of anything in your compartment now.. so it's a lot safer… I'll ride with you on through. Next time coming back though I need to restock what I'm wearing into my hiding place and fly back."

** GM Tanya **
Nothing being smuggled.. +rolls at border not required on way back.

Tanya inquries, "Do we want to pick up the merchandise and then just go some place to park and sleep the night away in here?"

Snow nods. When they arrive at the border check, as anticipated, its a long wait at this hour of the day. To pass the time, she pulls up a game of suduku at the corner of the holodisplay, her upturned finger punching in numbers on the grid between the slow stops and starts that bring her to the front of the line. "I'll get a coffin for the night," she tells Tanya, then meet up in the morning, "I'm not entirely positive your friend is correct and I'm not trying to give the injuns a convenient carrying case to drive away with."

Tanya nods at the plan, "That sounds good.. drop me off whereever then.. the CAS sector is the most convienent for me if you're going down that way."

At the border check, Snow sits forward and claims a credstick from the recess of her dash, handing it to the guard. As before, he gives her the pass and the human drives off with less enthusiasm. The drive is a long one, made mostly longer by the heavy civilian traffic that clogs the roads. They pass through another check and eventually, pass through to the CAS. "Where at?" she asks. "I'll likely get a place at Sals. That good enough?"

Tanya nods, "Sal's is good, thanks Snow."

Snow pulls into a low rent parking garage a few blocks down from Sals, guiding her vehicle up onto the second level where she notches it between two other cars. "No problem," she answers, killing the engine. "Let me take a look at what this drek did to my paint job." She cracks open the door and claps her heels to the pavement, stretching with her arms over her head as she stands. Smacking her lips together, she swivels her gaze, looking over the parking garage, then swings her eyes back to the device on her hood.

** GM Tanya **
Please +roll perception

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 2 4 5

Tanya climbs out of the vehicle and closes the door. Her satchel over at Vincent's warehouse she's traveling light for now.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Intelligence for "Nina's Perception":
1 2 3 3 4 15

** GM Tanya **
The tracking device is disguised as a plop of goose poop.

Tanya walks around the back of the vehicle and meets up with Snow again, stretching her shirt pulls up showing more of her stomach as she yawns and stretches and then whispers carefully near her arm to hide her mouth from lip-readers, "I think I saw a small flying drone fly past just now.. I think their rigger is following."

"That's ingenius," Snow remarks, narrowing her eyes needlessly at the mark. She sweeps a hand over the rooftop, avoiding that particular spot, as if to comfort the car and says, "Well. Let's hope it's easier to get off than the real thing."

** GM Tanya **
Note: Sioux Based Rigger has transfered tracking device frequency to CAS based rigger working for the Sioux group. Local rigger has taken over.

Snow looks up and into the garage, as if she had spotted something in the distance. She nods once and looks at Tanya, mouth pursed, "Well, we expected that, right?" she asks the mage.

Tanya lowers her arms and nods, "Yeah.. just annoys me."

Snow sniffs and nods, "I'm wiped." Giving Tanya's shoulder a pat, she steps away and says, "I'm gonna grab a room. Check you in the ah-em, raight?"

Tanya nods, "Sounds good.. see you then."

Tanya heads off out of the parking garage on foot, walking as she goes she summons some watcher spirits to aid in her safety while walking alone at night.

------> Tanya's PrP <------
Tanya's Plot Log has now stopped.
-----> Tue May 29 16:55:28 2072 <------

Nina - Saturday, June 02, 2012, 9:19 PM


------> Tanya's PrP <------
Tanya's Plot Log has now started.
This PrP Involves: Snow, Nina
------> Sat Jun 2 23:05:21 2072 <------

Nina takes off to her place to sleep as best she can.. her mind always anxious when -mid job-. A glass of wine to calm her nerves and then it's off to bed with an alarm set.

By 10:00 am, Nina/Tanya finds her way to the new meet location to meet up with Snow for the last load of weapons into the Sioux Sector.

You paged Simon with 'Can you send me debref/# of elementals used and services used?'.

Snow slips out of the coffin at Sal's at eight in the morning, the alarm blaring from the vidscreen above her head. She fumbles and shuts it off, palms her face and rubs the sleep from her eyes, then presses the release on the door lock and rolls into a sitting position, bringing her head out and up.
An hour later, she's washed and at Skylines grabbing a cup of soykaf to go, and by ten she's arrived and waiting for Nina/Tanya with her pooped on Elite sat out front of the warehouse.
She steps away from her vehicle when she sees the woman approach, swinging her arms to her side, mug of kaf clutched in hand and fans a wave with the other, "Sup, chica?'
Simon pages: Voucher #1089, 1 service from 2,3, and 4 was disrupted
You paged Simon with 'Thanks'.

Tanya can be seen walking up to the Elite, coming up along the passengers side.

Snow tilts her head sharply at Tanya, "Sup?' she asks again carefully, throwing an arm over the hood and looking across at the mage.

Tanya grins wide as Snow greets her, "I hope today goes well," she whispers quietly, "I assume we're being watched." and then speaks normal again while she pulls out her pocsec and sends off an email, "I'm told the location is around the back in the alley; away from prying eyes."

Snow nods pleasantly, cracking a smile and step back with a clap of her hand on the hood. "Certainly, I aim to please," she tells the woman. With the her travel cup carefully raised, she slides into the drivers seat after cracking open the door, waits for Tanya to join her and then starts the engine.
"With any luck, we'll be in and out today," she tells Tanya cheerfully, sipping her coffee as she steers toward the back alley.

Tanya slips into the passengers side and buckles up, even if it's just to go around the corner; you never know.

The back alley has a van in it, the rear doors facing outward so that it can unload directly into the back of Snow's car if she backs into the alley.

None of Vincents men can be seen though; unless they are inside the van still.

Snow stops the car just inside the alley and looks at Nina, "Can you check to see if they're around?' she asks, peering anxiously down the seemingly empty alley.

Tanya's pocsec beeps and she checks it, "yep.. they're in the van and see us now.. they say things look clear to them."

Snow nods faintly and tap-taps in the air just above the holoscreen to pull up her sensors, then steers ahead into the alley, carefully evading any obstacles that might scuff her paintjob. When she comes around the other side of the van, she swings an arm back and without using the display superimposed above the dash, throws the car in reverse and steers it back the old fashioned away: coming up behind the van.
A moment later, she pops out of the vehicle, after stopping the engine and comes around back to lift the hatch and reveal the secret compartment they're waiting on.

When Snow's vehicle comes to a stop the back doors of the Van open up and Vincent and his men (all in masks and wearing gloves) come out and prepare for the equipment transfer. Again they have their SMG's and Vincent is to the side to oversee. Vincent isn't nearly as chatty this time though with Tanya/Nina and is obviously keeping any speaking at all to a minimum.

Nina slips out of the Elite and comes around back, she offers a nod to Vincent and watches as the men load the remainder of the gear using the same technique as before into the Elite. They're practiced now and the guns are pre-bundled so it only takes 10 minutes for the transfer.

Snow presses a button on the wall of the recessed compartment and watches as it slides back into place, then drops the overlarge speakers down and drops the hatch with a pat-pat. With a nod at Tanya, she thanks the men quietly and returns to the drivers side, slipping into her seat and closing the door shut with a sharp clap of metal-on-metal once she is settled behind the belt. "Ready?" she asks Tanya, once she joins her, "Or did you need to stop somewhere?"

Tanya waits until they are inside and the doors closed.

The van closes up the doors after the men climb back in and the van drives off down the alley and away casually.

Tanya looks to Snow, "Before we cross.. I need to get out.. strip, give you the clothing and then shapechange.. fly over.. meet you on the other side and then get dressed again… that cool?"

Snow nods faintly, "Where am I dropping you off?" she asks, with a side glance at Tanya as she drives out of the alley.

Tanya buckles up as they move on and start heading towards the FTZ, "Any where that I can get naked and hand you the clothing… a park with a public restroom is fine. We can go in.. I can hand you the clothing under a restroom stall and then shift into a bird. When you leave the restroom I can fly out the door and head for the border. That work?"

** GM Tanya **
SIN at border Check
FTZ: TN 2
SIOUX TN 4

Snow drives Tanya to a rest stop and watches the door outside as the woman hands the clothes through the crack. When she has the all clear, she cracks open the door and watches the woman fly out with a flutter of her wings, shaking her head in disbelief.
After a short recovery, she heads to the car, throws the clothes in the back and drives off toward the FTZ.

«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) has the Fake SIN SIO-04024-0013JQ-0009PO-CM5 (Jane Mason) with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]—-
=====================> SIN Information for Snow (#4024) <======================
SIN: SIO-04024-0013JQ-0009PO-CM5
Name: Jane Mason
Rating: 4
Created: Sat May 19 01:08:40 2012
Player: Snow (#4024)


«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls 4:
1 2 4 14
** GM Tanya **
Noted: Snow's last roll was vs TN 2 at the FTZ border, 3 succ.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "F3 Shapechanged cast into sustaining foci on bracelet, TN 3 (body) + 1 BG Count = TN 4 (need 3 succ for threshhold)":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 5 8 15 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower + 4 (Power Foci) vs TN 2 for "2M drain, need 4 succ":
2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 10 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "<Sioux BC>":
2 4 4 4 = 3 Successes

** Tanya Pigeon **
The bird takes to the sky, heading low from tree to tree and along the streets; gathering up with other pigeons along the way for cover and blending in. It takes Nina a good hour to get across to the meet location near the shooting range where they've agreed to meet up and Nina can drop the spell and quickly get dressed.

Snow rolls through the FTZ Border check around 11:00. Its a boring ride and she's run out of soykaf too soon, but she's lucky to hit security right before the lunch rush so the line isn't too long and they're eager to keep traffic flowing in anticipation of what is soon to come. The mohawked woman gets an odd glance from the checking officer, but he passes her through with a nod after returning her credstick.
An hour passes, and she moves through the second crossing with little complaint and in fact, moves faster, barely even getting a second look for the officer in charge. Tucking away the credstick in the recesses of her dash, she heads over to meet Tanya at the same location as last time: the Sitting Bear.

** GM Tanya **
Pigeon spots Snow's vehicle as she's digging in the grass nearby with other pigeons.. snatching up a grub in her beak she eats the little critter and then takes to flying up and landing on a political advertisement sign on the side of the parking lot near the Elite.
An obvious bracelet is around the piegon's neck.. that's just -got- to be Nina.

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Tanya's Plot Log has now stopped.
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Nina - Thursday, June 07, 2012, 3:12 AM


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Nina's Plot Log has now started.
This PrP Involves: Snow, Nina
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Snow idles the vehicle in the parking lot. It takes her a minute to spot the pigeon but when she does, she drops the passenger window and peers out at the bird. She looks apprehensive, as if anticipating what comes next: the awful morphing of flesh that accompanies Nina's transformations perhaps.

** Tanya Pigeon **
The pigeon with the necklace takes flight when the window comes down, flying around the vehicle once and then zip… right into the window to land on the steering wheel. The bird bows its head at Snow from its perch and coos softly and then flap/glides and lands on the passengers seat.

Snow's head comes back reflexively when the pigeon flys in. 'Should I pet it?' her expression seems to say. Her brow furrows and hand raises tentatively to pat at the air around the pigeon before it flutters past her fingertips into the passenger seat.
The mohawked norm pointedly looks away from the passenger seat, her eyes hard on the monitor, watching as her upturned finger keys the windows to raise securely into position.

** Tanya Pigeon **
The raising of the window seems to be what the bird was waiting for; for as it slips up to the fully closed position it leans forward and dumps the necklace off it's lap and nudges it with its beak to fall off the seat and onto the floor. When the bracelet drops to the floor…

Bamf! Naked Nina sitting in the passengers seat; hair messed a bit.

Nina phews, "That's Snow.. You're pretty amazing at this border smuggling stuff, I really appreciate your help. Are we going to leave that tracker on until after we get paid?"

Nina takes a moment to slip a physical mask spell on herself to look again like Tanya and then uses a Makeover spell to do up her hair and makeup and give herself a nice fresh smell; removing the smell of grass and grubs from herself.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 + 2 (Power Foci) vs TN 4 for "F2 Physical Mask sustained in bracelet on foci.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 4 5 5 5 7 8 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower + 2 (Power Foci) vs TN 2 for "2M Drain, need 4 succ":
1 3 3 4 4 5 5 11 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 + 2 (Power Foci) vs TN 6 for "F1 Makeover":
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 13 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Willpower + 2 (Power Foci) vs TN 2 for "2M Drain, need 4":
1 2 2 3 3 3 5 11 = 7 Successes

Snow brings a hand up to shield her peripheral vision, eyes still hard on the monitor. "Well, ya know, it just takes a good SIN and knowing the right people," she says in tense reply to the compliment. She forces a smile. Not the least bit unappreciative, but still uncomfortable with the transformation process: she gives Ni / Tanya her time to do her thing before dropping her hand to the wheel and giving a tentative glance into the passenger seat at the woman. "Well. If we take it off now, then we let them know we're onto their scheme. Your boss wanted us to play it frosty. So, we ride it out to the end, then wedge the drek off when we're done?"

Tanya reaches around and pulls the satchel out and then puts on her bracelet again and starts getting dressed.. underware.. bra.. socks… pants.. shirt.. chatting as she goes, "That sounds the smoothest way to do it. Just don't drive to any secret bat-cave and we should be good. Get our cred.. drive off.. and then get rid of it; sounds great."
Tanya buckles in now that she's all dressed and ready, "You handle yourself pretty good around people. I think Vincent took a liking to you… professionally I mean."

Snow's eyes shift to the left and right, checking the side mirrors and the holodisplay, she nods absently to Nina as she steers into traffic. Passing hand over hand on the wheel, she eases her foot onto the gas, smiling faintly at something the mage says, "Well, I've worked with their kind before."
She checks back one last time, then eases into the seat, an arm stretched out before her on the wheel. "No bat caves, aye." Once they set out on the road, Snow relaxes visibly, occassionally checking the sensors and keeping an eye on the holomonitor that hovers in front of the windshield, she asks Nina, "You been in Denver long?"

As they drive northward, heading out of the city proper and out towards the Sioux countryside Tanya chats it up but looks around.. glances to the sky around through the tinted windows, "Oh.. a bit under.. six months I think? Vincent's boss sponsorded my move here from back East."

** GM Tanya **
Please +roll perception.. and then +roll for your vehicle sensors.

«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls Intelligence for "Nina's Perception":
1 1 5 7 7 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls Intelligence for "Snow's Perception":
1 2 2 3 3 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanya (#6503) rolls 4 for "Rigger Stealth":
1 2 3 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Snow (#4024) rolls 2 for "<Vehicle Sensors>":
2 11

** GM Tanya **
Everyone.. Sensors, Nina and Snow spot a small rotoray drone tailing them.. out in the fields away from the road about 1/4 mile off; pacing the car 'sort of' back in the blind-spot sector of vision on the right side of the road.

Snow is mid-reply, "Oh, reall…" when her eyes catch sight of something beeping on the monitor. The woman frowns deeply, glances back needlessly, then at Nina with a frown. "Now, what would be the point of this," she wonders outloud.

Tanya cranes her neck back and views the small drone and then looks back to Snow, "I'm not sure I understood truely frightened and paranoid people. It's as if he wants us to see him. Maybe the just want to make us uncomfortable and remind us that while on their land.. we're not trusted?"

Snow snorts, eyes shifting from the monitor to the read ahead and back again. "Mm," she remarks mildly, "Well. If so, he's certainly banging home the point." She drives on, but keeps her eyes carefully on the monitor for any more blips.

** GM Tanya **
The remainder of the trip north to the spa is without incident. The spa is in view ahead.

"We still going in through the back?" Snow asks, when they come upon the spa.

Tanya nods to the question, "I think so.. they haven't sent me any different instructions. I just want it to get over with smooth and away. I don't want our first job together going sideways."

Snow looks over, "Second," she teases, glancing at the woman with a tense smile, her attempt at levity dropped as she pulls onto the gravel path that leads around the building. The vehicle rumbles across the small stones, the tires kicking them up and back against the undersurface of the Elite.
When they arrive in back, Snow slows the Elite to a stop nearing the loading bay, eyes shifting toward the door where the men appeared the afternoon before.

Tanya oh's with a bit of a blush as she had counted the California job as chaotic war and not a civilized showdow-venture but now sees Snow's wisdom in her acknowledgement of previous work.

As Snow's Elite comes to a stop baqcked up by the loading bay the rear door of the building opens up and the same men step out. They don't look any further aggrevated or annoyed than before…. how could they? (heh).

Tanya slips out of the vehicle and comes around to the rear as she speaks to the leader, "The last of your merchandise sir.. no problems and right on time."

The lead injun hmms with a scowl, "ugh," he grunts and the men move down casually to start the business of unloading when the compartment is opened.

Snow pops out of the vehicle once it is backed into the loading dock, a hand rolling across the top of her door as she exits the drivers seat. She gives a hard glance at the lead Sioux, her heels clipping the ferocrete as she walks round the back of the vehicle. Cracking open the hatch, she goes about the process of revealing the hidden compartment and then steps aside, her attention focused on their work until they've completed it.
When the job is done, she closes the compartment and the hatch, then comes around to her side of the vehicle, "Nice doing business with you gentleman," Snow tells them in their own language. If Nina knows Sioux at all, she'd know that Snow's choice of words are accurate but she does not match the necessary inflections, so it comes off as garbled: white man's Sioux.

The Sioux leader raises an eyebrow at Snow's words and his stone expression of annoyance shifts to one not of respect, but of acceptance and not nearly as loathful as before. He speaks back to you in the Sioux tongue, "May the lands grant you safe travels to your home in the city. You will be remembered as a woman who has kept her word among our people."

Tanya moves back to the passengers door and puts her hand on the handle, waiting.

The men have completed the job and are now inside the building, only the leader stands on the loading docks and he speaks to Tanya, "Your funds will be transfered within ten minutes, the both of you may be considered for further work in the future." Without further ado, he turns and walks into the building.

Snow slips into the vehicle. "He's a fragging charmer," she tells Tanya when the woman joins her a few moments later. Sitting back in her seat, she keys the engine and waits as the safety strap slides into place.
With the two of them safely in the Elite, Snow drives out with a skid of wheels on gravel. "I'll wedge that drek off my roof once we've neared the border check. Where you want me to drop you off?" she asks, ducking her head forward to check the road. She gives a careful left and right glance at oncoming traffic when she reaches the intersection of the path and the main road. It isn't really necessary, as the traffic here isn't that busy, but likely habit. After a brief pause, she pulls onto the road, easing back into her seat although she keeps her attention carefully tuned to the monitors.

Tanya takes in a few deep breaths after they get up onto the main road back to the city, relaxing a bit now that the job is done, "At the shooting range would be good. I can restow my things. I've designed a spell to create clothing.. so I hope to learn it some day soon and won't need these stashes around the city. I'll fly back on my own. Do you have a drop location or a bartender or someone in the city I can pull your half of the payment onto a credstick and drop off for you to pick up?"

Snow mms, glancing over at Tanya, then looks back at the road ahead with a limp shrug. "You can reach me at that number you called me, any time, as can anyone else," she tells the mage though her eyes keep their focus on the monitors. "Actually, though, in my line of business - its pretty heavily about who you know, ya scan?" she asks, then adds, "I'd be willing to forgo payment in lieu of your friend Vincent keeping in mind if he ever needs any work done in the future."
You paged Snow with 'So that you know and are very clear OOC. I was told that Snow=Genesis (telling me that the person probably should not have). But.. regardless. Now that I know I want to tell you. No matter what… If Alyse is killed.. or just maimed.. or whatever. If Nina is informed as to her attackers and such —-> Nina will »> NOT NOT NOT «< get involved in any PvP crap. I will go out of my way to bend my character around any reality to stay out of PvP stuff. We cool with that?'.

Tanya nods to the comments about Vincent, "I'll pass word to him and see if he'll accept the offer and I'll put forth a good word for you as well. He's a good guy at what he does. A professional." As she rides along with Snow she seems to get more relaxed the further they go along, "I like working with you; you've got class and you know your drek. You're no gung-ho wet behind the ears person trying to impress people. I hope we get more work together."

Snow cracks a smile and nods to Nina, eyes turned at the corners to see the woman when she replies, "Thanks Ni. You're good people to know as well," she tells the mage, chuckling quietly as she adds at the end, "Certainly have a few tricks up your sleeve, even if I ain't always comfortable watching the magic show."
From afar, Snow smiles and nods, "No problem luv. Anytime."

Tanya nods as they come up to where she's going to get dropped off and they're going to separate, "I'll try and keep the crazy mojo from being so blatant in front of you.. at least give you a little heads up so you can look away from now on." She gets her satchel and reaches for the door, "Give me an hour.. I can get back home by then and get your funds onto a stick and get your money to you… drive safe. I'll talk to Vincent." She opens the door and prepares to step out.

The vehicle idles at the curb in front of the Sitting Bear, so that Tanya can step out. As she does, Snow nods as she listens and fans a two fingered wave at Nina when she exits the vehicle, "Stay frosty, chica," she tells Tanya. "I'll check ya later."

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