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GM: Knox
Players: Delphine, Vera, Laz, Fred, Bigman
Synopsis: Continuation of The CIA Heist (Prologue Pt.III). Brendan Benson is kidnapped, their biometric security is now neutralized.
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«Plot» Vera says, "I would like to use the blackmail data to demand a shift change schedule and a breakdown. I would inform the guys that they had been recorded on noncopyable chips stored in a secure location. They would get the location of the chips once they are in compliance. What we want to do is set up so that the new guards would be late for a shift change, and we know when that would happen. Of course I would consult with the others before taking this action, but if all this is agreed, then we’d be able to have all the info on what security preparations are there for Benson in advance, mainly. Plans, shifts, how many guards and where."
«Plot» Vera says, "The information is what's really important, screwing with the shift change is to get him to do something nasty. It would be a hostile negotiation, sure, but it would mean that they would have an incentive to cover up what happens to Benson. However, the return of the blackmail is intended to be legitimate: if these guys deliver, they don't get screwed."
«Plot» Knox says, "roll negotiations, tn4 and computers 4 for manipulating data"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 for "no pheremones":
3 3 5 5 9 9 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Computers vs TN 4 for "data crunch":
3 9 11 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Knox says, Vera successfully blackmailed the security managers at benson's locale. The rest of you guys are ICly in the safehouse, feel free to pose around her."
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Hollywood Hills
The last vestiges of glamour live here in the Hills. Tiny enclaves, some guarded by private contractors, some simply accept that money provides its own kind of barrier in the Sixth World. Benson's address is on a small built out cul-de-sac carved into Woodrow Wilson Drive. A straight enough shot running east-west through the hills, the eastern half spilling on to the Hollywood 101 freeway which runs North-South. On a casual drive by of the cul-de-sac at night, you'll see downtown LA, rebuilt for tourism and the surrounding territories glimmering like jewels.
The redheaded, rather proud figure gives a grin to the others as she seems rather pleased with herself. "We've got all the information we need to make the pickup, and we've got excellent cover," she explains to the others. "Oracle and I honeytrapped and got some diamond-quality dirt on the two managers of the firm escorting Benson. We've got one of the guys to give us a full breakdown on the security at the location, and another is going to force a delay in a shift change, a perfect time for us to hit it, as the guards will be expecting a problem and they might be more likely to listen for replacements. Then, we explain that we're a replacement firm, and we need to move Benson to a secure location fast. If they don't believe us, they can check with Gary Johnson," she says. "Johnson will know what's up, and he'll have to approve it. And he'll have to cover it up for us if he doesn't want to go away for a long, long time himself. With his wife picking over his bones."
Sitting in the corner, eating a banana, Laz listens along and nods along. "Well done," he says to the ladies. "I think it's a good plan, unless Johnson gets cold feet, then what's the plan?"
Vera turns to Bigman. "You're of course the obvious choice to be the team leader for the replacement team. Which reminds me - I've been interested in creating an executive protection cover myself. We should certainly chat sometime." She smiles to the big contractor. "Does that plan meet with your approval?" she asks.
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«OOC» Laz says, "Big's doesn't have license to operate in cal-free I don't think. So I believe he meant getting him to impersonate a guard, but our throwaway SINs would stand any scrutiny I don't believe."
«OOC» VeraDM says, "You don't need to check our SINs. Ask Gary Johnson if you don't believe us."
«OOC» VeraDM says, "That's what Vera would say at that point. Would the guys at the security detail even have SIN scanners?"
«OOC» VeraDM says, "This is more about brazening it out and talking the talk and knowing the right names to say, and that if that guy is called he'll say the right thing, than about actually having a strong cover."
«Plot» Knox says, "It's possible on the SIN scans, Vera, I'm paging you additional information from Johnson"
You paged Vera with '**Body 5 Quick 4 Will 3 Init: 5 + 1, armed with Predators with gel rounds, smartlinked and armored clothing (2). Panic button in each home (three), calls more local security in 1D6 minutes, and LAPD in 3D6 minutes. Roll 1 after any gun shot, score 5+ and lights will come on at night in neighbors house to see whats going on. Benson's apartment is the bottom floor of a duplex here (use 3D duplex). http://www.chinagreenelvis.com/gaming/tools/shadowrun/maps/floorplans/'.
«OOC» VeraDM nodnods.
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Cable sorts through some of what little he could fit and finishes doing just that. The guy looks up and smiles, "Nice job. So far so good." He falls quiet again and watches the others for the moment.
Delphine calls Vera, "I'm out with Spooky, we're doing some recon on ZLO Studios. I'm sure you four can handle this without us."
Bigman nods "Plan sounds like a good one…we can discuss other issues when we get back to home ground" he smirks.
"We're going to be operating in a rather cushy area, so that means nothing loud. I'd say suppressed single shots would be the only thing that wouldn't trigger a police alarm from a neighborhood. There are three panic buttons in each home, which if triggered lead to a security response in a little under five minutes on average. LAPD in about ten or twelve," she says. "What I think we should do, is we should have a breach team on standby, in case they try to check the advance team's SIN. Perhaps just a team of two, you and me, in a car? Experts to move him to a secure location on Gary Johnson's order?" she asks. "If they say no, we hit 'em hard. They're going to be reasonably tough, the two guards. plus Benson," she explains. "But nothing that I can't handle with gel rounds, or lethal, probably solo, even," she confesses.
Cable sighs quietly while Tonka stares dead ahead and slowly limbers his bulk and comments brusquely, "I can take them. From the edge of the cul-de-sac, even, but we have to be fast and get the drop of them." Cable looks up after a little not to the hulking elf, "Look.. They have one hour camfeeds to mind. Also, these guys are no slouches. They are bulky enough to hold their own on the ice, ey. Let's just be careful."
She frowns. "Perhaps a more modest way of going about things would be to go in unarmed," she says, over to Bigman, "and just say that we're auditors, ensuring that Benson is having a good experience with the company?" she suggests. "It's hand to hand only, but I'd be willing to risk it against these guys." She pauses, and elaborates, "Plan A, talk them into letting us have Benson, Plan B, smash and shoot and get the hell out fast."
The group arrives at the target area:
**Marrow Circle / Woodrow Wilson Drive / Hollywood Hills, LA **
B+ to A general security rating. It's quiet here, occasional chirping of some bugs in the night. The muffled chatter of walkie talkies of various patrolling entities and the canned laughter from trid-units flowing out of open windows. This is the area of residence for Brendan Benson. Far from the glitz and glamour, cloistered by man made landscaping, softened and secured by decades of pricey property and security.
A trio of houses sit behind a gate and security booth combo. Soft ambient lighting from the street lights cast pools of amber onto the streets. The house closest to the street, bottom floor, is Benson's home.
(use 3D duplex). http://www.chinagreenelvis.com/gaming/tools/shadowrun/maps/floorplans/
Biggie keeps his calm as he rides with the others. He isn't in the mood for talking, just focusing on what needs to be done and listening to the others as a plan comes together.
Vera nods to Bigman. "So it'll be you and me, walking up and trying to talk them into giving up Benson to us. We'll say that there's a sudden problem, the location's blown, and on Gary Johnson's orders we're to move the principal to a secure location. If they ask to check up on us, we say to call Gary. If they push further, we go violent. I'm going to be rolling with just a pair of Stillettos with gel rounds - they're ceramic and tiny, and should pass the pat down," she suggests. "Or, I can load HI-C. I'd recommend going with similar, or unarmed. Also. We should decide at this point. If this goes to hostilities, are we killing?"
Cable reiterated the various pieces of intel as they drove closer and watched carefully to see changes and any drones that might trail the runners. He chuckles once, then hears the redhead talk, "Gel, please. I brought a Pulsar as sidearm, if that gets out of hand. Try not to get loud, please. Do you see any neighbors or maids?"
Tonka the almost swollen looking guy kicks back and cracks the occasional joke as he adds minutiae to his covers to round that out of the best of his ability after he loaded some carbs. He simply grunts and smiles widely at Vera.
You are now across from the cul-de-sac, the security booth and gate to the homes at just shy of medium range. The occasional car passes by. Simply sitting here idle could also drum up curiosity.
Vera nods and shrugs. "Gel it is," she says, returning Tonka's wide smile for a moment, before turning back at Bigman. "All right, it's time to go. The two of you see if you can make an excuse to get out, drive around, or whatever. It's up to you. Time to move," she says, giving a smile up to Bigman and moving to get out of the car, her rather businessy armored dark suit screaming 'executive protection' along with her white lapels as she moves to approach the front door. Got to make it look natural.
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«Plot» Knox says, "Ok So Vera you and Biggie are going to head over to the booth to extract Benson, whilst Fred and Tonka sit in the car as back up, correct?"
«OOC» Cable says, "Yes."
«Plot» Vera says, "Equipment: Twin beretta Stilettos with ceramic silencers, gel rounds, and concealable quickdraw holsters. Conceal 8. Securetech Jacket blazer and
«OOC» Bigman says, "Dangit, now I can't find the name of the security company we black mailed :P"
«OOC» Vera says, "Hollywood Hills Security Services LTD."
The voice chirps again, "Business?"
«OOC» Vera says, "Is the voice male or female typed?"
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Biggie nods to Vera. "Ready when you are" he smiles "Drive up to the gate, let me do the talking…"
Second skin slacks and shirt for that professional look (6/4)"
A pair of flash lights, turn on hitting the car. A disembodied but pleasant voice emits from a speaker a short distance away from the gate itself. "Business?"
Bigman says "Evening." Biggie keeps the details to a minimum, and only states whats is asked "We are with Hollywood Hills Security Services…here to meet with Mr. Benson""
"Unfortunately," introduces Vera, smiling and stepping to the side as Bigman also approaches. She takes a step to the side, smiling at the big bodyguard as he approaches. "We're here as an outside team hired by Gary Johnson," she says.
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«Plot» Knox says, "Let me get a etiquette roll tn5, 4 for corporate etiquette"
«Plot» Knox says, "from you each"
«OOC» Bigman says, "Can I do Law? Sense these are security type"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Etiquette vs TN 5:
2 4 5 5 10 16 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Security Procedures vs TN 5 for "complimentary":
2 2 7 = 1 Success
«OOC» Bigman says, "Knox, can I do Etiquette (Law)?"
«Plot» Knox says, "What for"
«Plot» Knox says, "?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Oh you mean law enforecement"
«Plot» Vera says, "You told me to do an etiquette 5?"
«Plot» Vera says, "Oh. XD"
«Plot» Knox says, "Sure"
«Plot» Bigman says, "TN 4 or 5 for Law Etiqutte"
«Plot» Bigman says, "?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Still 4, but you'll need to work into your pose how you're police of some sort. Otherwise etiquette 5. Your previous pose didn't indicate anything to do with law."
«OOC» Bigman says, "Police or Security Firm, or just Police?"
«OOC» Bigman says, "And I did indicate that were from Hollywood Hills Security Services, which is the firm we're blackmailing to let us use their name right?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Police"
«OOC» Bigman says, "So, if we're not posing as police I've just got to do straight etiquette? Only posing as police I can use Etiquette (Law)?"
«OOC» Bigman says, "can't use Etiquette (Law) posing as a security firm?"
«Plot» Knox says, "I'm willing to give you a lower tn with Law, you just need to get creative in application. Hollywood Security Services is just a security firm for a small collection of houses in the hills, one of many."
«Plot» Knox says, "Hence Corp"
«OOC» Vera says, "That seems correct, Bigman, and we're not using etiquette (law). I'd recommend going for the tn5 and using karma as needed, this seems like an important breakpoint."
«OOC» Vera says, "how would a legal argument help us achieve this irregularity?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Lets not get hung up on this, please pick path and roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Bigman (#9958) rolls Etiquette vs TN 5:
1 1 1 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» Vera says, "Negotiation and Security Procedures? I'm trying to verbally frogmarch this guy."
«Plot» Vera says, "Maybe even Leadership?"
«OOC» Vera says, "a little bit confused, I thought we posed getting out of the car? Or is this like at the gate to the gated compound?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Gate at the gated compound, you're in the car pulling forward. You can leave the car at the gate if you wish though."
«Plot» Vera says, "OH. Yes. I'd like to get them to bring Benson out to us."
«Plot» Vera says, "So I've got out of the car, and am trying to talk to the security guard directly."
«Plot» Vera says, "And I approached on foot, not in the car."
«Plot» Knox says, "Ok. Vera roll negotiation TN6, guard isn't suspicious but this is all a little strange for him once you get out of car. Failing results in him calling Johnson."
«Plot» Vera nodnods.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 1:
1
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Negotiation + 2 vs TN 6 for "pheremones":
2 3 3 5 5 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Vera says, "This is a breakpoint, how many karma points have I used total? 5 I believe?"
«Plot» Vera says, "I'd use my 6th karma point on the plot here, for 1 reroll"
«Plot» Knox says, "Yea"
«Plot» Vera says, "Or is this just a simple thing, just to talk to the leader of the security?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Biggie, roll intimidation as well please."
«Plot» Knox says, "tn4"
«Plot» Vera says, "Yeah, this is kind of leadership + intimidation"
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Counter":
1 5 5 23 = 1 Success
«Plot» Vera says, "Tie goes to winner in negotiation"
«Plot» Vera says, "but, of course, it's knife-edge. :) Whatevers. :D"
«Auto-Judge[]» Bigman (#9958) rolls Intimidation vs TN 4:
2 11 = 1 Success
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The security guard in the booth pulls on a lever letting the gate open, seems to accept Vera's initial answer. The speaker-voice announces for you to pull forward, towards the booth this time. "I'll need to process."
Vera nods to Bigman, and moves towards through the door as they approach the booth. "We don't have time to wait for any sort of high rating check. We've got to move the principal immediately, and we don't have minutes," she says. "You can call Gary Johnson directly, if you want to waste both his time and ours" she says. "You know who I'm talking about. I wouldn't deposit too much more into your company retirement account if you did that, though, if I were you. I need to speak to the head of your detail, immediately."
The security guard steps slightly out of the booth, flashing a light into the windshield. He raises his eyebrows at Biggie. "They just keep getting bigger.", he mutters to himself.
The security guard touches his ear, seemingly bewildered by all this commotion tonight. "Hey Brian? Yea, we got a 302 here says upper management needs pick up." He listens, "Yea I know. Look, I got dinner in ten minutes. Yea." He nods.
He flashes his light into the car, then looks back to Vera and Biggie (I'm assuming he got out of car too). "I can't leave my post, Brian's coming around to help you out. Just a sec." He waits for a response.
From the far house a silhouette appears of another man in uniform, a dull flashlight bouncing on his belt.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 1 for "How long till phone call":
2
Vera nods, giving a smile to the security guy as he approaches. "Hi there. My apologies for being brusque, but we don't have a lot of time," she says. "There's a high level security risk, and we need to take custody of Mr. Benson immediately," she explains. "Please confirm with Gary Johnson if you need to, but we're going to have to ask you to turn him over to us," she says.
Even if worst comes to worst, having the head of the security detail to knock out, as well as the front gate guy, in addition to the planned delay in the shift change, well, that might work. "Unfortunately, your replacements have been delayed and we're aware of a possible threat to his security. You can confirm with him if necessary, but we need to move immediately," she says, as crisply and professionally as possible, with a sweetly apologetic look in her eyes as if she's sorry for the trouble.
Tonka waits in the car, looking oblivious as he can be due to his superior will to finish this job. He is not threatened or bothered hence the big guy is cool or ''arctic''.
Cable is likewise cool and resists rolling his eyes when the redhead bounds about in camel toe tights and an even more narrow fitting shirt to span over her pneumatics. Thankfully, these are a solid black and not the typical semi-transparent models. Cable stares business-like and intently. He is supposed to be security backup and thereby problemsolver so he intends to look the part. He will upnod to onlookers at the most. He does have his eyes out for trouble and the mechanics and details of the gate.
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«Plot» Knox says, "Roll etiquette again, tn4 this time. For new security guard."
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Etiquette + 2 vs TN 4 for "pheremones":
1 1 3 4 7 8 8 19 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Bigman says, "Both of us or just Vera?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Just vera"
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The Security Gate Guard steps back into the booth. He takes his time looking through the booth's trideo unit likely soon to call Mr. Johnson, Gary Johnson.
Brian, the other guard, seems to buy Vera's story.
"Yea, ok, let's get this over with, I saw the email on the delay thought that was odd." He pulls out a magkey, "Mr. Benson's 1A right over here." He says, motioning to the building closest to the car, "Follow me please."
Vera preempts the guard in the security both as he seems like he's about to make a call. She picks up her phone. "Seems like you need a little reassuring." She dials the number for Mr. Johnson that she'd received earlier, and through which she'd contacted him, hoping to at least preempt that call from being made.
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 1 for "Odds or Evens":
1
Brian, the security guard looks up at Vera, "Miss, we need to follow protocol." He motions to the security booth, "Call him on the secure line." He looks to Vera, "M'am?" motioning to the building.
The security booth guard, clearly the junior of the two, seems a bit confused now.
Vera shrugs, counting on the fact that Gary Johnson will figure out that his ass is on the line, and that he will tell anyone who calls up with a question about the security irregularity at the same time at the shift change delay she demanded to shut the hell up and do what she says. She nods to Brian. "Absolutely," she says, turning to Bigman, glancing briefly to the security guard, figuring that Bigman will know what to do if the lone security guard attempts to raise the alarm.
Vera moves to go along and follow Brian, before he gets at all suspicious.
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«OOC» Bigman says, " Brian asked us to follow him didn’t he?"
«OOC» Vera says, "Brian's the guy going with Vera. The other guy's staying here at the gate."
«Plot» Knox says, "Si"
«OOC» Vera says, "Oh, he asked both?"
«OOC» Vera says, "Gotta take a risk at some point, in this case it's that the blackmail holds up"
«OOC» Vera says, "And then, if that doens't work? Pew pew."
«Plot» Knox says, "Security booth guy is glued to security booth, Brian the lead guard is escorting vera and whomever wishes to come with, to Benson's house. Benson ain't expecting y'all."
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Commlink-Posh> Vera says, "Bigman, you stay at the gate and take care of that one if the call doesn't go as expected. I'll go back to the car and drive the others up to get Benson, then we'll pick you up on the way out. If something goes wrong…well, you know. Kick arse."
Bigman gives Vera a slight nod and moves a bit closer to the booth where the loan security guard stays, "Quite night?" he ask trying to seem as casual as possible. As he talks, he flips his vision to the astral plane, to scope it out.
Vera nods to the guard and turns to head back to the car and get into the driver's seat, the seat Bigman had occupied vacated. "Please, why don't we take a lift?" she asks. "You can show us the right way." After all, why would legitimate contractors here to do a favor know the local layout? They wouldn't have done recon…
Brian rings the doorbell to 1A, Benson's abode. He looks over his shoulder at Vera & co. as he slips the mag key into the door, "Mr. Benson we have an issue and you need to be moved.
The Booth Sec-Man nods to Bigman. "Yea probably call Mr. Johnson in a bit." He nods. The two chat about football or something for a minute.
Vera nods to Bigman, and moves towards through the door, glancing back to the other two who'd come with. Perhaps they look like local help, but Vera in her executive suit certainly looks…and smells the part, island flowers and oaken rum barrels, mmm. She smiles over to Brian again. "And sorry to interrupt your night like this," she says, breathing in just a touch more than absolutely necessary. "But it's the job, isn't it?" she asks, with a soft smile.
Brian shrugs quietly, and opens the door.
Inside Loud techno music blares. Take out boxes everywhere and empty liquor bottles like an endless frat party. "Mr. Benson?!", Brian asks/yells over the music. Movement can be heard from the bedroom down the hall.
As Brian sees this, Vera takes exactly the opportunity to strike. "I've seen this before. He's probably drunk or chipped out of his mind," she says, nodding back to the others and striding in purposefully. "Mr. Benson! We have to move you immediately! You're in grave danger!" she calls out.
Brian places a cautious hand on his holster. He looks at Vera, then wades a bit deeper into the apartment.
"FUCK OFF!" bellows a loud deep voice from the bedroom.
Vera nods to Brian. "See? No doubt chipped out of his head," she says, reaching and forcibly opening the bedroom door. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Mr. Benson, but we don't have a choice. This is for your own good; this is what we are paid for," she says…unless she's interrupted by something particularly vile in the bedroom.
The door is stuck solid. Brian looks around, spotting the kitchen. "What the…", he says and starts walking towards the alcove. In your peripheral collective vision, stacks of white powder sit in taped up bricks and about a dozen bundles of corp scrip bundles. He slowly starts to reach for his ear piece….
Vera looks just as surprised as Brian, but she shakes her head. "Hold up," she says, to Brian, shaking her head. "Neither of us saw all of this novacoke…or -half- of this corp scrip, in your security detail, right?" she says, looking directly at him. It's kind of now or never, as she realizes the door is stuck solid. "Take half the scrip and get out," she says. "I'm recording this as we speak. Talk to Johnson if you need to, but you never saw us," she says. "Isn't that the win-win for everyone here?"
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«OOC» Vera is immediately offering half the scrip to Brian to get lost
«OOC» Vera says, "Or is there an enormous amount of scrip? You know. Like a good amount."
«OOC» Vera says, "I wouldn't give him like half the scrip if it's like a million nuyen worth"
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting temptation but wife and kids…":
3 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vera says, "A good standard 'take this and get out' bribe, mixed with the threat about this happening under his nose."
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Meanwhile… The Sec-Booth calls Gary Johnson, local manager. He smiles at Biggie as he speaks, "Yea hi, Mr. J? This is Patrick Flaherty, ID2679U. We have a 301 here who- uh huh. Oh. Yea she said too. Ok, thanks. Sorry for interrupting- thanks good night." He hangs up.
Somewhere Gary Johnson lays back into his bed, sweating bullets.
Brian looks at the money. He looks at Vera. "I don't know what the hell is going on here- but you have two minutes to eject Mr. Benson. I'm heading back to the booth. YOU, fucking consultants, clean this drugs up. I didn't see this.", he says as he swipes half a dozen bundles of corpscrip. He puts his hand on his holster, "Two minutes." He repeats slowly backing away.
Cable takes four bundles of the cash, six if it is smaller denomination, and hands them to Brain. "I will clean up the mess with a vac. The dust needs to go. Where is the appropriate closet, please?"
Tonka's nose twitches a little while he looks about.
Vera nods. "Two minutes. And you probably don't need to bother Mr. Johnson either, but do so if you want to," she says. "Oh, and say cheese," she says, lifting her pocsec to snap a picture with him holding some of the corpscrip. "Ta," she says, turning around, and glancing over at Tonka, and then the sealed door. "This is sort of your area, isn't it?" she suggests, with a smile.
Brian leaves.
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«Plot» Knox says, "Anyone have drug related knowskills?"
Cable pages: Chemical Drug Production or Chemistry?
«OOC» Vera says, "Well, I have tobacco connoisseurship (lol), but that actually would give you a decent basis when it comes to alkaloids of all types!"
«OOC» Vera says, "(Which almost all drugs are)"
«OOC» Vera says, "And Gear Value."
«Plot» Knox says, "Roll gear value please"
«Plot» Knox says, "cable roll chemical drug production"
«Plot» Knox says, "Computers on its last battery life here folks, so will need to ramp up asap"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Gear Value:
5 5 5 7 8
«Plot» Vera says, "sorry about that slowness."
«Auto-Judge[]» Cable (#9184) rolls Chemical Drug Production + Task Pool: 1 for "Guesstimate.":
2 2 2 3 5 10
You paged (Vera, Cable) with 'That's about 40Kay worth of drugs sitting on the table there, and its blue hue indicates it's likely In Cold Blood'.
«OOC» Cable says, "What kind of door is this, please?"
«Plot» Knox says, "Regular locked door"
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Benson shouts from behind the bedroom door "FUCK OFF! NOW. I'M CALLING THE COPS YOU'RE LIKE INVADING MY RIGHTS MAN."
Vera shrugs as she begins to load up the drugs - they've got to get them off site, after all. "All right. Load up the drugs, and the scrip. Tonka, bash that door down. The principal's in there. Secure him and let's get the fuck out of here. "Do you really want to call the cops with all these fucking drugs in here? Open up before this guy bashes down your door," she calls back.
Tonka shakes his head to Cable a look who is almost by the door, suddenly. He tautens his body on the way to the door. He finds the time to chuckle in a way that carries just enough of a quiet snort.
Cable shrugs and states pointedly if at a low volume, "Primary objective first."
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«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 12 vs TN 4 for "bashing down door":
1 1 1 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 8 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Knox says, "Ok, Cable pose Laz's bashing down the door. Then everyone roll reaction TN4"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 7 9 11 = 9 Successes
«OOC» Vera says, "If it was rigged to blow, he shoulda been more reasonable."
«Auto-Judge[]» Cable (#9184) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 7 8 15 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Cable (#9184) rolls 13 for "Tonka Reaction.":
1 1 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Benson":
1 1 3 4 = 1 Success
«Plot» Knox says, "OK vera, cable, then laz, then Benson go in this reaction round. I'll pose sit-rep after Cables/Laz door bash pose"
«OOC» Vera says, "Are you waiting on me or am I waiting on a sitrep?"
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Tonka shoves the door to the other side, minding hinges and the like. It gives easily to the brawny runner. Easily done. Then…
Vera just shrugs at Cable. "Hey, I'm waiting for him to break down the door. We don't have time to go in that way," she says, with a quick smile. "More for me, then," she says to Cable, as she stuffs as much of the drugs and cash into the duffel as possible, and then looks for any open pouches or mess to flush the rest, as the door gets assaulted by a very, very large elf.
Benson's room is a heart of darkness. Garbage bags cover the windows. Pornmags all over the floor. Tridscreens show some very, very dark stuff on his console behind him. Loud metal blasts from speakers on a vintage boom box on his filthy bed.
Benson stares/totally shocked at the door exploding inward, he flinches and just barely holds onto the Colt Manhunter he wildly swings . "This is it baby!", he exclaims.
Brian hefts some kind of bundle under his arm and makes his way to a sedan parked in the cul-de-sac, he waves to the security guard at the booth and Bigman in a friendly way. "All good.", he lies.
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«OOC» Vera says, "How far away am I from the door?"
«OOC» Vera says, "I'd like to scurry in and do a knockdown attack if I could."
«Plot» Knox says, "Go for it!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + 4 for "combat pool knockdown":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + 4 - 3 vs TN 4 for "combat pool knockdown ~karma 5/12 spent":
1 3 3 5 10 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Knox (#4448) rolls 4 for "Benson's body, nor armor or anything":
2 3 3 16
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Vera suddenly flits her way in and mashes Benson back against the wall, trying to stop him from getting any further. The likely surprise of a twitched-up redheaded elf rolling on up and just jamming her rather…impressive decollotage in his face is probably one for the ages. "We've got to get out of here, Benson," she says, her cheeks flushed. "Come with me if you want to live."
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«OOC» Vera says, "Instead of knocking him prone, kind of like…tackle-embracing him back into the wall, with the knockdown/subduing action"
«Plot» Knox says, "OK Cable/Laz actions"
«OOC» Vera says, "someone maybe do a disarm attack? :D"
«OOC» Cable says, "Disarm attack from Cable."
«Plot» Knox says, "roll them bones"
«Auto-Judge[]» Cable (#9184) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Disarm attack.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 4 4 7 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Knox says, "OK pose the disarming, I'm going to then wrap up with a closing emit. Benson's coked up out of his mind right now."
«Plot» Vera says, "Thank you so much, this is awesome."
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Cable speeds up to run up to where the threat with the weapon is and deals blows with his hand and feet to the guy's wrist, fingers and elbow, then forces weapon from the man's weakened grap with the other so it tumbles to the ground..
Tonka sees no threat hence he forms a knife hand with his right and gets into a ready stance. His hair moves slightly, but that is invisible under the concealing mask.
Vera nods, as the gun is taken away rather heftily. Benson is secured, the man coked out of his mind secured with a sharp rap to the head if need be, and then, with drugs, scrip, and principal, it's time to quickly pile into the car and get the hell out like Brian said!
Tonka slaps a pair of zip ties to the mans hand and his own. "We're going for a walk now sunshine. One word and you won't exist." Benson shuts down, his yellow-dyed hair comb over shaking.
Thanks to careful preparation and legwork, the snatch goes off without a relative hitch. The crew leave the house, quickly making their way to the car before anyone takes too deep a look at what's going on. Vera's very charismatic, indicating that Brian might requires help with something at his car.
Bigman looks down at Benson menacingly.
The car pulls out back to the city and the safehouse. "You people have no idea who you're messing with," he declares.
Meanwhile…
Spooky threads through the Hollywood comfortably for a gang banger looking type. He heads north on the 101, then west towards North Hollywood, then the Valley area where ZLO is located. A dense collection of chain restaurants, apartment high rises, smog, and office parks.
On the way over Spooky, checks Delphine out, "So girl what's your deal?"
"Quebec. Corporate lifestyle. White picket fences." Delphine sits shotgun, dressed down for the ridealong. That means she's traded in her typical long coat and skirt suit for a pair of slacks and a hi-collared blouse. "Now I cruise the Hollywood Hills with men named Spooky and dig up dirt on porn kingpins. Felt the need for a change." She seems wooden as usual, staring out the window, unmoving, but she's actually having a great time enjoying the ride.
Spooky smiles, but quickly covers it up. He follows the nav-sat as the car spits out directions once in the general area of ZLO. "Yea, Mr. Knox said you were like some cold as ice piece- heh. Drek, I get what he means."
Signs for Vivid-Vivendi Entertainment, Body-Image Entertainment, Cornhole LTD. Yep, this is trid-porn central.
The little archipelagos of downtown LA have disappeared behind the hills. Spooky pulls up to a taco truck across from a generic office park of single-story grey buildings in an L-shape. A little snoozing guard sits at the entrance to the office park's parking lot. The man pays for a pair of soy-picadillo tacos. He munches on one and passes the other through the passenger window. "So that's it."
"That's it, hm?" Delphine darts her eyes all around the area behind her chic shades. "This is where the magic happens…" She sucks her teeth in thought while passing her eyes over the lot in a critical assessment of its… landscaping. Doesn't seem as though there's much happening, and that's a good thing. She keeps up observation as her cholo chauffeur wolfs down his lunch.
Del notices the offered taco a bit late and accepts it brusquely but with a word of thanks. She takes efforts to eat neatly, but she missed breakfast, so now that there is food in her hand she's eating hastily. And y'know, it's really quite a nice little scene, enjoying lunch with Spooky and just taking in the lush pre-fab greenery of the scenic Hollywood Hills. It's not exactly how she imagined she'd be spending the day, but it's nice all the same.
Zlo studios takes up the bulk of the elongated portion of the L-shaped building. Tiny signs acknowledge some kind of real estate office, and a "Honeybear Duplications" company, whatever that is. An obvious security cam at the booth, plus the guard, plus one of those thin security gates that rise and fall. You spot tire-shredders planted into the ground next to the guard's booth as well. No obvious cameras from this distance you see, but judging by a truck that leaves the lot there's some kind of shipping facility and dry-dock in the back of the office(s). Cops patrol regularly as well in this area.
«Plot» Delphine says, "Approximation of SecRating for the whole neighborhood?"
«Plot» RayC says, “B"
Spooky noshes on his taco then climbs back. "Don't like them pigs mang.", he says as a patrol car swings by after about ten minutes. He drums his hands on the dashboard. "So now what?"
Delphine turns to Spooky, peering at him over the top of her glasses. She only has the last third of her soy-picadillo taco left, and it hovers near her mouth, ready to be finished in a single bite. "Pigs are no bueno, Spooky. No bueno…" And now the final bite of her breakfast which is efficiently dealt with. "Know anything about Honeybear Duplications? Just seems strange. Think they deal
in those small honey squeezers from when there still used to be bees?"
Spooky laughs. "No man, like, this is the Porn Valley. They probably just copy simsense to trid chips or something- probably Kong chips on the side too." He starts the car back up, "We good?"
Delphine purses her lips and nods, giving the ZLO building a long look as she replies, "We good." She looks forward to having the wind in her hair once again as they head to their next destination. They'll be back here soon enough, so she sits back to enjoy the ride.
Spooky keys up the car, he looks at Delphine with a hint of lust. "Up to you boss."
A dark van pulls up to the booth, the guard wakes up and gives a nod, then lets the van into the parking lot. It pulls into the back of the offices.
«Auto-Judge[]» Delphine (#11465) rolls Intelligence for "License plates on van, company logo, any other identifiable features?":
1 3 3 5 9 9 10 17
Delphine's eagle vision picks up the license plate and the maker and model of the van. The van is tinted, but it does have a significant amount of red mud and dirt on it's underside and panels.
Del holds a hand out to prevent the lust-filled Spooky from driving off or making a move just yet. She takes mental notes of the arriving van, silently curses the fact that the guard was woken up. "Hang on, Spooky… Spooky, hang on… Is there an area nearby that has had a landslide recently?" She points out the van before its too far around the buildings. "See the mud? Where would that be from?" She waits on his response and begins pulling out her phone. She keys up a conference call to her team and leaves it on standby for the moment.
The ganger/decker slides down into the car as he puts the car back into park. "No, nothing major. Red dirt's like….east Cal-Free, PCC, Injun territory I thought."
Del nods, turning back to the latino. "Well, yes. I thought perhaps the mud was unique, but I suppose not. I need to make a call." She holds up a single perfectly manicured finger in the 'wait one minute' gesture as she raises her cell to her ear.
From afar, to (RayC, Vera, Cable): Delphine attempts to get ahold of the team. Hopefully everyone's phones are on silent… Like they should have done before any stealthy monkey business…
Spooky shakes his head and drives off. He shows you some local sights and tries hitting on you a few more times. Revamped downtown LA, some touristy beaches where Compton used to be, etc.
Del quite enjoys the Spooky tour of LA, not being out of landlocked areas like Denver or central Quebec very often. She continues to attempt contact with her team, but receives no response. They'll be fine, she reassures herself.
Continued in The CIA Heist!
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