The Remington Steal

GM: Mu
Players: Indrakshi, Posh, Cain, Lakota (Kress)
Synopsis: The Ringleader's shipment of shotguns has been hijacked, and the runners need to get them back before someone fumbles with the lock and causes the shipment to be destroyed.
Date: 12/18/2074


The call goes out, and it goes out urgently. Time sensitive run, meet at the Rez, get there ASAP and bring your gear. If you want to get it on this, you're going to need to hurry.

Indra had to answer Morgan's phone to get the call, since she probably smashes one a week with old contacts harassing her to break into this, or that. Fortunately, this one specified the Rens, so there's that. It's a free fire zone in her mind, and she'll always go for those. Last time, she burned a ware house down with the useless gangers and druggies in it. She can repeat this, thus, once she gets close to her entry point to the runs, she'll get her limo into a secured area. Read that as- not the street. Gear up, and move in, fully inked up to the rendevouz point. No reason to -ever- let the Rens know where you are. People are poor, and like, beg for money.

Posh moves relatively quickly, coming out of her place in the McAffrey Towers. A quick tower ride to her stash in the CAS sector, and soon she's emerged with a big duffel bag. It's relatively easy to bring anything into the Warrens, and she figures she'll get Luck to have Sara smuggle it out for her later, or otherwise will just have it delivered to her from her chop shop pal, Rollo. She shows up at the meet, after working a little plaster dust onto her Vashion Island gear to dress it down for the Warrens, make it look more like beat up leather. Over this, of course, she adds the good old Warrens shapely rag to throw around yourself with a wrap. A brunette wig, bronzer and makeup to pop her cheekbones, and Posh is almost a completely different person, a few artful smudges of dirt making her look appropriate. She unfolds her calico scarf, reverses it to show the black kelvar opposite side, and then wraps it around her head and shoulders like a pashmina. With her, she's brought Cain, who she met just outside her stash, walking the short distance to the Rez from the north entrance past the Cybered Arms. "I like this part of the Rens," says Posh to Cain as they head to the Rens. "It's more like the section of it where you can see civilization start to reassert itself. In some ways, it's hope: there -is- just a little more than constant gang nightmares, though those do have their places," she says.

Cain is looking quite the dusky warrens dwellar, dressed up in a tattered old jacket, and a cap tugged down over his head. He wears sunglasses as well, keeping much of himself cloaked and difficult to make out. Posh of course, helped him with it. Since he can't really do disgusie work that well.

"I know the feel." Cain says with a chuckle, "Its always nice when these areas are cleaning up. " The young man agrees. He too carries a dufflebag over one shoulder, glancing around as he follows after Posh towards the rendevouz.

Kress heard about the call, and came. While still a bit new, he's quite accustomed to the vicinity and so after a little maneuvering he makes his way to the point of contact. Today he wears his ebon jacket with its silver and blue patterned swirls that show on most his clothing. If he has a weapon it's latched beneath his clothing, and while normally he would switch up clothing, he only had his current attire readily available. Not that it really bothers him with the speed with which he makes it.

At the location detailed in the call, there's a folding table, a folding chair, and… an elf dressed up like some sorta circus act? He's got on an outrageously red jacket, much too fine for the Warrens, and similarly fine pants and button up shirt, all topped off with a black tophat. His face is gaunt, but his eyes are bright. He seems rather agitated, tapping a metal cane to and fro, and waves the runners over as they arrive.

Indra will appear beside others as she lets her magic dissipate, not that it's very easy to discern who it is under the armor. A gas mask, a helmet, mirrored sun glasses, a long coat, and what appears to be an armored vest under it, and her black neo military fatigues. "Union. Jack." She says, gesturing one finger at the rather obvious endowments of Vera's. One can -almost- hear a snicker to the muffled voice. Apparently, this is now how Indra will call out Vera on the job! Apparently, possibly. Oh, and there is her Sabre slung over her back. But when does one not see Indra with that wicked piece of work?

Posh frowns a little bit as she realizes that the few touches she's applied to Cain are a little less than perfect. "Well, it's better than nothing," she says, after a moment, heading in with him to the meet. She gives a smile to the elf in the red jacket, glancing down at the cane. "Well," she says. "In addition to making me desirous to meet your tailor, sir," she replies, the smile growing a touch warmer, "what did you hope for us to do for you?" she asks.

Cain has no visible weapons, unless people can see through clothing. He is shadowing Posh, moving just behind her as she heads inside. He glances briefly up to Indrakshi, then over towards Lakota. But it soon returns to the man in the unusually colorful attire.

Kress shifts a bit and then adjusts his shotgun to a shoulder and tugs at the strap which he uses for it. Afterwards, he quirks a small brow at the oddities, though Posh draws a look from him, and he just adds to the conversation, "What she said." Next, he gives Cain a small nod of greeting.

The colorfully attired elf seems to grow slightly less agitated as all the runners gather round. Standing up from his seat at the table, he bows with a flourish, before starting in. "Right, normally I'd do a song and dance for you introducing myself and such. But unfortunately, there's no time for that right now." He reaches into an interior pocket on his jacket, pulling out what looks like an antique pocket watch. "You all made good time. You'll need to keep that up to salvage this situation… Ah, but I'm not making much sense, am I?"

The elf gestures at a piece of electronic paper on the table, with a chip reader adjacent to it. With a quick tap, a set of data shows on the paper, displaying a GMC 4201, along with all relevant information. License plate, year, color, all identifying characteristics. One thing that stands out is a 'UCAS Steel' logo on the side.

Indra's eyes blink behind her sunglasses, she's -pretty- sure that corporation doesn't actually own any thing in the Rens. No good Corp does. "I some how suspect, you want us to recover the vehicle." She hazards a guess.

Posh nods, taking a look down at the electronic paper with a furrow of her brow. She glides over, pressing her hip against the table a little as she considers it thoughtfully. She smiles over at Indra as she pre-empts the elf and then glances back to him questioningly, expecting him to confirm Indra's suspicions.

Kress shows a rare reaction, and his mouth quirks up into a scowl with a light growl beneath. But afterwards, he heaves out a calming sigh, and turns his attention towards the curious elf and listens to what he has to say.

Cain returns the nod to Lakota, before looking briefly to Posh, then down to the paperwork. He shifts, eamining the image of the vehicle to commit it to memory.

The elf nods at Indra's deducation. "Exactly. Despite the logo, that vehicle isn't the property of UCAS Steel. Or any corporation, for that matter… This truck belonged to a smuggler, one I hired to deliver a shipment to this very location." Another tap to the electronic paper, and the display shifts to show a red-headed female dwarf, with a text overlay displaying "DECEASED" across it.

"As the display might suggest to you, that smuggler is now dead, and has been since approximately ten minutes before I called you all here. As for the truck containing my shipment… Well, my smuggler's last contact with me reported two gangers in Saints' colors attempting to jack the vehicle."

The rather hippy elf glances down at the 4201 and gives a smile. She nods, glancing momentarily, her smile dropping as she looks over the dwarf. She nods. "All right," she says. "Two gangers in Saints colors, attempting to jack the vehicle. How long do we have before they get back to Saints territory?" she asks. "I've got a chum who chops autos not far from here," she Mary Poppinses. "Rollo Doohrz. We can perhaps get a vehicle to rent. The obvious idea would be to close with your truck, ram it, and then retrieve the shipment and drive away," she suggests, perhaps ridiculously. She frowns, and then turns thoughtfully to Cain. "What's the biggest vehicle you could maybe make…invisible?"

Kress gives the speaker an odd look, "…We should likely get more information before we jump at it," he says, then he shakes his head. Though, he actually looks a bit upset, "…The Saints? Doesn't seem like they'd do this," he adds. Afterwards he gives a light roll of his shoulders, then sighs a bit.

Indra has no cares in the world for the Rens, just grinning behind her gas mask. "I could just shoot the tires out if we get close." She points out, patting the sling of her Sabre. You know, but then again, she could just jump onto the vehicle if she had her wings..some day..some day.

Cain teeters his hand to Posh, "Not sure I can help there." He murmurs, "If that can be done, I don't know the method, at enough strength, to do it." He says quietly to Posh, before glancing to Kress then to Indra. He looks back to the man giving the orders. "Is whats in there delicate?"

Posh nods to Cain. "Very well," she says. "Well, even still. If the driver of the vehicle's invisible, that would most certainly help," she says, rather thoughtfully. "We could use something fast and open-topped then," she suggests, glancing over at Kress. "It doesn't?" she asks. "Why not? For all we know it's just a couple of fellows who decided to go for a joyride," she says.

Indra is going to access her pocsec, connected to her NavDat unit to begin pulling up maps. "We need to hurry then, and head them off. It'll only take a few seconds to stop them, we need wheels." And she does not have hers, nor does she have her plane yet. Not that a plane would help. "Did any one foolishly drive into the Rens?"

The elf coughs politely, interrupting the runner's planning, before tapping the paper again. The display fills up with an overlay of the Warrens, and a red flashing signal currently between Mission Hills and moving towards Shenandoah. "GPS location of the truck. I lost contact with my smuggler at North Central, and I've no idea where the jackers might be taking it." Pausing, the elf sinks into the folding chair. "As for the cargo… Shotguns. Lots of them. The back of the thing is filled entirely with them. Even if you were to take down the truck, and open up the back, you'd need a transporter of similar capacity to the 4201 to get them here. But, in good news, I highly doubt that the jackers know what the cargo is. The front is completely sealed off from the back, and it's locked up tight."

The elf slots the chip containing all the information that's been displayed on the paper, and slides it to the other side for the runners to take. "The urgency in this situation is that my smuggler always boobytraps her delivery vehicles, as a means of protecting the payload in situations like these. If the jackers manage to unlock it improperly, the cargo will be lost. And… well, if they figure out how to unlock it properly, that might even be worse. Lots of guns in their hands."

Indra will lock her NavDat to the GPS signal, that's useful, see how the oddest things end up being useful? "So. Wheels?" She says, before she has to make Jarvis come out here. On his own. With a Singapore Sling.

"So no breaking the truck." Cain says quietly to the elf, nodding his head. They'd need it to get the cargo home. He looks up to Indra, and his answer to the query is just a shake of the head.

Kress sighs slowly, and just gives a small nod, "It makes sense," he says, as he adjusts the strap to his shotgun, and glances towards the various others, then back to said elf, "Ok, so make sure that it's opened neither way and return it, it seems fairly clear and straight-forward, any preference to the way and handle the gangers?" he asks.

Posh pouts for a moment. "Oh, very well, then," she says, "No breaking the truck," she says. "All right," she says. "Who's got an idea for /stopping/ a truck right quick?" she asks. "I -do- happen to have a rifle with anti-vehicular rounds. I can shoot out the windshield and then the driver," she says. "And that's with reasonable precision. However, that's pretty heavy gear for around here, I'd have to say. I'd hate to have to resort to that."

Indra just sighs and goes to begin walking towards the border as she contacts Jarvis. "We just pull up along side, and open a door. God damn." She says, now she'll have to -wait- for Jarvis to drive into this shithole. DAMN YOU POOR PEOPLE!

Shaking his head to Kress' query, the elf responds, "Take care of this however you see fit. Just bring the cargo back here, and you'll be compensated more than adequately." To the runners as a whole, he asks, "Any other questions? If not, I suggest you get to work. Time is of the essence, after all."

Cain nods his head quietly to Indra, and glances to Posh. "Uh… Whats the plan once we pull up alongside?" Someone hasn't made vehicle-to-vehicle jumps before. "Park in front and hijack it back?"

"We likely should try to follow it or make it stop, either way if we get too rough we risk the cargo, I've no more questions though, we really should be on our way," Kress answers, as he brushes a strand of hair back, and adjusts up the shoulder-strap and his scarf, "Mmm."

Indra is pretty sure -stopping- the vehicle won't truly be a problem, not unless it's pretty well armored, in which case..still easy enough to stop. "Don't worry about stopping it, first we need to get to it. Fortunately, unless the man's smuggler contact had done extensive work, we have a speed advantage." And then the Rolls Royce Phaeton is pulling up to them! Tada!

Posh shrugs. "I guess we can't wreck the vehicle, but I suppose we can shoot the drivers," she says, as she moves with the group, lifting her duffel. "I can shoot out the driver's side window, or the windshield if we're in front of them, with AV rounds. Then Cain here," she says, with a grin, "can give him a taste of a gel burst," she says. "How's that sound, Cain?" She nods to Indra and stops a second…and then looks at Indra. "I want to drive," she says, quite simply. "You know what happened the last time I got into the back of that thing."

Cain nods his head, "That sounds good to me." He says simply. And then, when he realizes that INDRA is the fabled person of lore, he peers at her. "… Wait, this is…" He trails off, and now looks a bit more uncertain.

Indra's eyes swirl in amusement behind her mirrored sunglasses, Vera remembers. "Right, just remember, I'm slaving the autonav to the NavDat. It'll auto track our friends. So, get Union and Jack out, and lets do this." She says and opens the door to the passenger compartment. "The Bar is Open, and Posh? Jarvis is Scottish."

Amusingly named limos aside, the crew are off! As Indra noted, they've a significant speed advantage on the truck and, according to the GPS display, are almost within sight of the jacked 4201. Interestingly, by this point, the 4201 has passed through Shenandoah and is driving towards Fox Hollow.

Indra is got the sunroof open, because she's been assembling her Lasher and inserting a dud round, it sure looks real though! Which is largely the point. "Poooosh! When we're behind them, pull along side, and I'll tell them to stop. If they don't, we'll have to get creative!" She insists.

Cain is in his gear now. He had withdrawn from the dufflebag an Ares-HD-2 helmet, with opaque faceplate. He shed his disguise in favor of the FFBA armored suit he wears underneath, and he has a smartlinked Ingram smartgun in his hands. (Loaded with Gel). He is waiting inside the vehicle by the door, and mostly watching Indra.

Posh opens up the briefcase of her SA76 rifle, the IWS competitor to the Colt Equalizer resting small and snug in its case. She loads the one clip (as she calls it) of AV ammo that she's packed into it and pulls back the bolt, chopping one caseless AV round off the block and into the chamber. "Ready," she says, with a bright smile. She nods to Cain, loaded with gel, relying on her disguise to protect her head. Will work better on eyes than bullets, although that Crystle-weave fabric isn't the /worst/…

Kress unlatches on the way his black panther shotgun, the jacket about him gently secured, while he has the current load-out of the dual set to gel rounds, while he places his hands about it and rests it about his knees, as he gives a light shake of his head, his fingers tugging the scarf a bit about the general frame of his features to cover his mouth, for why, it is a bit hard to say. The Shaman is quite an odd person.

With grace and speed, Jarvis finally reaches the 4201, reducing speed to match the truck once it's reached the side. The driver of the truck is a dwarf decked out in Saint's colors, with an ork in similar colors riding shotgun.

Indra is hoping the easy way works, she'll level the Lasher at the Truck and gesture, and then shout. I mean honestly, how hard can it be to convey 'Pull over, or your day sucks?'

Posh smiles as she hefts her rifle. "Would you be a pair of dears and listen to her?" she calls out as well. "She rather does mean business, I must say. We'd hate for this to get messier than it has to!" she calls in support of Indrakshi's…not really a bluff bluff, just a visual representation of her capability.

Its probably a small sunroof. Unless one of the side doors of Jarvis opens up for Cain to brandish his weapon through, the suited up man waits patiently while Indra and Posh do the 'negotiating'.

Kress shifts up a bit and leans forward with his shotgun shifted, as he glances towards the other man of the group, and shrugs his shoulders, "What can I say, women have a way with words," he says casually while Indra and Posh have their enjoyment. The Shaman seems to be waiting too.

The ork riding shotgun looks over at Indra and the rest of the crew before laughing and flipping them the bird. He mouths some words at Indra before hoisting his own Street Sweeper and pointing it in her direction.

Indra will curse and swear softly to her self, dropping back down into the passenger compartment to tap a button against the bar, so she can access the true value of Jarvis. The Fact large amounts of the posh interior, actually hide racks for weapons, and armor. So she can stow the Lasher, and bring up her Tbolts. "Lets hose them. Just be careful of return fire, if they get smart and you know, shoot a grenade in here.." Well. She's going back to invisible, time to teach these bastards how to dance. "Posh! Pop the guy riding shotgun first! We do not want to risk a crash." She says and directs Jarvis to get further abreast. In case there -is- a crash!

The man who insulted Indra, has learned why one should not be doing that. When the suppressed Tbolts roar into life, shattering out glass, and then afterwards, his body and she yells again. "Now Pull over!" She's hoping the Driver is -slightly- more sane and listens to her, I mean come on. How many gangers are used to invisible people just ripping their friend's body apart like that? Maybe she should have loaded up ye ole Firepower MKII. It tends to make things even messier.

Posh sights in on the jacked in dwarf with a little smile. "Now now," she says. "No need to get too bloody violent. He might crash. Just a little nick will let him know that things aren't going his way," She says, lining up the Equalizer with the dwarf's upper arm. A PSSSSSHHHH sound, like the sound of a suddenly shocked leopard, escapes her suppressed rifle's barrel, the noise suppression device necessary due to the bullpup configuration and short barrel. She pulls up to assess her shot, smiling in triumph as she sees a perfect little bleeding through-and-through through the dwarf's arm. "You'd better pull over," she calls out with rather irrepressible cheeriness. "Next one goes through both ears," she threatens cheerfully.

The dwarf rigging the truck has had enough of this shit. He's not risking his life over some gang he didn't want to join in the first place. Tucking and rolling, he bails from the truck, and by some luck actually manages to escape from the vehicle without any further wounds.

The truck, meanwhile, is still chugging along. The dwarf must've put it on autonav or something.

Cain curses under his breath as the driver bails, and he shifts to haul himself out through the sunroof. "Move the limo closer!" He calls out to Indra, as he clambors out lithely onto the roof, looking like he is getting ready to make the transition from one to the other.

Superman! Cain isn't exactly the most athletic, or nimble person. But what he is, is determined. When Indra guides the Limo and all its bleeping warnings closer, Cain sails like a defective rocket to clatter into the truck. Its far from graceful, but he manages to snare the handle of the door and keep from tumbling to the road below. He grunts under his breath, but once landed he slowly starts to haul himself in through the shot out window, to tumble behind the steering wheel. "GOT IT!" He calls, before anyone else makes the trip over.

Slight problem, as Cain soon finds out. There is no steering wheel, just a datajack.

Indra is going to settle into the back of her Limo, now that it can ease off again, and begin making her self a Singapore sling. She did her thing, and now she'll light an herbal stick to accompany her beverage of choice.

As far as Cain can see, everything is controlled via the datajack. There is an autonav display on the console, flashing "DESTINATION ENTERED" across it in bright letters. It then flashes, "ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL: 2 MINUTES"

"Cain! What are you doing? Are you mad?" Posh squeaks as she sees Cain hop onto the moving truck. She clambers over to the window she hopped out of. "And you call -me- insane sometimes!" she calls after him, preparing to jump as well once he scoots. If bumping into Lakota on the way, she will defer to him before following.

Cain grunts under his breath, and stirs to scoot towards the limo side again, and shouts over. "Posh! That smugglers in here, dead." He grunts, looking behind the seat into the back section. "Get over here, I can't stop it." After a moment, he takes a deep breath and begins to focus;

"If you don't have a datajack, you aren't going to help!"

Seventy-five kilos of elf come flying almost in slow motion, zeppelin-like a heavy mess of leather and flesh and red hair to whump on Cain's lap, and also the rest of the poor little guy. At least it's well cushioned.

During this flurry of activity, the display on the autonav has changed. It now shows "ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL: 1 MINUTE". The intended destination has become quite likely as well, as the only building in sight is a decrepit looking truck stop.

There is an audible oof of Cain when Posh lands in his lap, then he points. "That thing says we are a minute out." He points ahead, "Thats the only thing around. And that dead smuggler? He is in the back here. How the hell did the Johnson have a picture of the dead smuggler, so fast?"

As firefight breaks clean out, Kress shifts upwards a bit and as the other man takes to leaping through when the dwarf takes leap out. Then he shakes his head a bit with a grunt, and shifts his foot up, but as he makes room for Posh, he just shouts at Indra, "Get us ahead of them and to wherever that damn truck is heading!" he exclaims.

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "I suspect the rigger dead man switched the truck to hit some thing. I'm just offering this bit of Wisdom…"

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "Got it. Jacking in."

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "I sure hope some one does. I'd hate to think of all that ordinance being wasted in the Rens."

Posh rather unceremoniously yanks on the rigger's datajack cable, hoping to pop it out of where it's connected to her. She then promptly sticks the other end of the cable into the her datajack, and then if necessary, pushes the male connector into the port. That's what she said.

Kress also shouts a bit in addition to his original statement, "There's a garage opening up at the building ahead." Afterwards, he shifts up his shotgun about the shoulder slinging it and holding it with a hand, as he grunts a bit.

Cain wriggles Posh over to the seat next to himself, and pops out his SMG again as he shifts to get into a firing position from the window when Posh jacks in…. just in case he has to start shooting. Hopefully, he fairs better then the last person in this vehicle that had played shotgun.

Indra is going to start switching things around again, bringing a belt out for the LMG, to slot it home. Clearly, Anti Vehicular rounds. "Back up plan." She says, and slowly exhales smoke from her herbal stick out and watches Posh's ride.

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "You know, I can just hose the engine block."

Posh glances as she's shifted aside from Cain, and then she attempts to disable the autonav and regain manual control. With her mind!

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "And then how do we carry the shotguns?"

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "That will serve to stop us from hitting at full speed, and just almost all speed."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "I think the brakes would be a better idea"

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "God damn, fine. I'll buy a Semi Truck -just- for these scenarios. But it won't have a bar in it."

Jarvis will not go into the garage, because that is bad, it'll slow down in a respectable manner, as to avoid impending doom., or some thing.

Posh immediately tries to manage the brakes, gritting her teeth as she attempts to use the virtual dashboard to feather the breaks just enough. "I think I saw this on an episode of Top Gear once," she says. she says, the truck's tires protesting as she attempts to turn it away from the garage, gritting her teeth as she barely manages to not roll the truck. "Come to think of it, it went even worse than that."

As Posh guides the large truck in towards the garage, Cain can see how fast they are going, and how that is far to fast. He grits his teeth, and grabs the seatbelt before buckling in, and grabbing on to the dash to wait for the impact, or the dramatic save.

Posh nods to Cain. "Hold on!" she says, trying to shift herself a bit so that she's braced a little bit as she tries to get the huge truck to stop. "Move, dammit, move!" she calls at the ganger, mentally hitting the brakes and smashing forward against the dash as the truck brakes at top speed, Posh just barely managing to prevent them from locking as she stutters them, having to disable the anti-lock brakes to get it to slow fast enough. She's rewarded as the bumper of the truck just barely touches the spreading stain on the ganger's jeans.

Cain grunts again, and his arms brace himself hard as the truck squeals to its abrupt stop just in front of the shop. He gives Posh a punch on the arm, "Good fucking stop!" He says, before laughing breathlessly. He looks down at the Ganger in front of them, as if seeing him for the first time. "Fuck."

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Gangers. Same colors. They must have been expecting the shipment."

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "Well lets Didibop. Unless you -want- me to have to kill every one here when they scratch my paint, or Posh needs a new arm. Again."

The thoroughly soiled ganger finally manages to find words to his dilemma. Being the thoroughly educated sort he is, those words are, "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

In a surprising moment of clarity, the soiled ganger yells, "Wait, where's Midget and Shot?! They were driving this shit."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "Shite! We're stopped dead and surrounded. We're gonna need your help. There's one right in front of us and then there's that other one over there. Who knows where more are?"

Posh locks eyes for a moment with the ganger that she squished. She then tries the old…momentary…smile? You know, the one that you do to try to ward off the bad stuff…which never works.

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "Who cares? Just get out of here. That would be easiest, unless we want to get stuck into this. Not that I'm concerned, but I'm a bit concerned with the whole possible explosive trap in the back of the truck you are in."

Kress grunts a bit and shifts to watch from afar for the moment, as he keeps his fingers about the shotgun which is slung along his shoulder, his eyes regarding the gangers with curiosity, then back to the vehicle, if he can see it, which has come to brake, and shakes his head a bit. Afterwards, he shifts a bit and looks toward Indrakshi, "…Can they get it started again?" he asks.

Indra rolls her shoulders a bit and moves to put her Singapore Sling down in the cup holder on the wet bar. "With the luck of today? It's probably out of gas or some thing." She says, dipping back to be invisible, and pick up her Sabre and watch from the sunroof, the moment some one tries to pull a gun on Vera's truck, she'll act.

Posh opens the door and then gives a bright smile to the ganger. "Sorry," she says. "Posh. Omens. Grizz had me come in to help out because there's something going wonky with the fucking truck," she says. "You guys got any boys in the shop, help us get it started again?" she asks, trying to hide her tension.

Cain stirs a bit, and shifts in his seat. He doesn't make a move to go outside when Posh does, as he undoes his seatbelt. He comes in quietly over the comms.

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Posh is trying to sweet talk. If this fucks up, go loud. Trucks stalled or something, we are stuck."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "indeed. get set up you two."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "we'll probably need you to cover our escape, even once we get this thing started again."

The soiled ganger eyes Posh, taking in her words as well as drinking in her assets without any subtlety. "…Posh, eh? Gave me a fucking scare. Just glad you managed to stop that fragging thing." He's obviously bought her sweet-talk, and he turns to gesture towards the truck stop. "Mike's outside the front entrance, and got Paul and Dale on the inside. And I…" Suddenly realizing he's in front of a very attractive woman with very soiled trousers, he flushes. He mutters something about the fragging bathroom and out of order.

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "Well, I can cover from the Limo, I doubt they realize I'm even watching. Don't you worry, I got you covered Posh and Friend. The Manitou is always watching."

Posh reaches for a cigarette to light it up, to make a show of being relaxed as she waits for some more of the gang guys to help out. As soon as everything's back on line and the gangers are under the guns of the cover team, that's when to make a break for it. At least in her mind. Someone else might think she's an idiot for having a smoke when she could be trying to restart the truck!

Cain stays up in the cab, making sure to keep the door closed, and his SMG at the ready… After all… the body of the shotgun-dwarf is still in there with him. After a moment, he stoops down and mutters under his breath, lowering his head to make himself hard to see.

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "I just hope they don't ask why there's a Limo here..or well, blood..and a shattered window…"

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Rough ride over."

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Remember, 'we' hijacked this first."

Within a few minutes, the soiled ganger manages to gather the others by the truck, examining it to see the problem. The soiled ganger himself has apparently gone off to try and clean himself in the bathroom, out of order as it may be. Things are going swimmingly, until one of them asks Posh about opening up the back.

As the work goes on, Cain searches around idly for the piece of paper he catalogued

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Note on the corpse: Biometric lock on the dashboard. Every other way of opening it sets off boobytraps."

Posh smiles brightly. "Excellent. Do you have the access key?" she asks. "The dwarf apparently skipped town to go chase after some sort of honey. They just told me to drive the damn thing here," she says, starting to spill some bullshit. "You know how it is, always mushrooming us mooks," she says, with a little chuckle.

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "Would the booby traps damage the goods?"

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Based on what the Johnson said? Yeah."

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "Tell them you'll back it into the building before we open it. They got it working yet?"

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "I think this is when you start the truck and didbop."

The ganger — Dale, according to the soiled leader of the group — nods along as Posh speaks. "Sounds just like Shot. Must've taken Midget with him as well, they're always ditching." Shot is apparently the name of the dwarf, and Midget the name of the ork. "Anyway, Paul seems to have found the problem, he's working on it right now. Should just be another few minutes and it'll be purring like a kitten."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "I've got an idea…"

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "M and L. You two come in hot, like you're a run team that's trying to hit this place."

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "We're -25- meters from the place. I think they've been aware of a Limo sitting nearby for a bit now!"

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "I don't mean right now."

Posh smiles and nods. "All right," she says. "That sounds good, D," she says, with a little chuckle. "So how has business been lately in this part of the 'Rens?" she asks. "You know, you seem like you don't run the worst outfit," she says, perhaps a little thoughtfully. "I mean, your guy ain't too jumpy. Some idiots woulda opened fire as soon as they saw us pulling in," she says.

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "I need some help here. I can't get rid of them without an edge. Cain, can you put an idea in his head? Like there have been recent attacks? Something to spook him?"

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "You know, like Abel did."

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "… No, thats Abels schtick, not mine."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "They seem to like me, so if they get afraid they might be willing to trust me."

Dale blinks, eyes having been not-so-subtlely locked on Posh's breasts. Shaking his head, he says, "Uh, yeah, right. Well, we were expecting the truck. A score like this isn't something that comes along every day." After a moment, he chuckles. "But… the main reason Dirt didn't shoot was he's not the sharpest tool in the shed."

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "Should we just hose them?"

Commlink-Cain> Cain says, "No. Let them fix the truck. Then we'll peel under the guise of moving it into the garage."

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "No. If we kill the gangers who're willing to talk to you, then that means that the gangers who just start spraying do better. If people are talking, then we talk."

Another of the gangers — Paul, apparently — scoots on out from underneath the trunk. "Alright, should be all fixed." To Posh, he says, "Next time, brake sooner, 'kay? Was pretty fragging hard on dis thing."

"Good job!" Cain calls down, "Posh, hop up in here and lets back it into the garage so we can offload."

Posh nods to Paul. "You got it," she says, with a little smile, wondering if there'll be any response to her commlink. She heads on up to the truck, pausing for a moment. "You know, have you heard anything about the attacks around here lately?" she asks.

Hearing Cain's shout, the three gangers who've been surrounding the truck move back a respectable distance so the truck can maneuver properly. The final ganger, Mike, was apparently around the back examining it. Dale asks Posh, "Attacks? What sort of attacks?"

Posh begins to drive away.

When Posh fires up the truck, Indra taps the roof of the Limo. "Get ready."

Kress just looks around for a moment, nods, then waits for a moment, as he shifts his weapon.

Cain readies his SMG as Posh backs the vehicle around as if to go into the garage… Then away we go! Hopefully, the gangers don't have a vehicle to give chase with.

It takes the gangers a rather shameful amount of time to realize that Posh was not in fact moving the truck into the garage like she'd promised. She'd made quite the impression, apparently. When the realization hits them, they run around the other side of the building to hope on their bikes, a buncha beat up Suzuki Auroras. Three gangers zoom after the truck, with the fourth (Dirt) apparently left behind in the bathroom.

Commlink-Posh> Posh says, "Stick to gel. Don't kill these guys. I want to talk to Dale after this op. Tell the guy who doesn't have comms."

Indra sighs, audibly. "Now she wants us to keep people from being killed." she says to Lakota. "She wants us to use Gel."

Indra isn't happy when Posh is all going on about keeping people alive, who likely, will shortly, be trying to -shoot- them, but the mag of APDS drops from her rifle to clatter to the limo floor, and she reaches into her combat vest to load a mag of -Gel-. She does have it, she just rarely has a reason to use it in the field. Shortly there after, a burst hammers out from her Sabre and Mike ends up rolling across the lot with his bike probably not doing so well. "Alright Jarvis..follow the Brit." She says in a mutter.

Kress shifts out his hand before his chin and gives a light chanting whisper, the shotgun slung about his shoulder, he chooses not to use. As he focuses his will outwards, with skill he strikes at Dale, and a jolt of stunning energies would ripple through him. Not that he'd have time to think, the ganger simply takes to the ground sliding right off the bike after, and the Shaman gives an exasperated sigh, though it seems like it has no ill effect against him with the display of magic skill, "That's another," he voices.

Commlink-Manitou> Indrakshi says, "Posh. I had a -perfect- double take down, and you insisted on -gel-. I'm pretty sure you owe me Brit!"

Paul, the only ganger not sprawled in the road or stuck in the crapper, roars in a rage and tries to shoot the truck in front of him. Light pistol shot by a piss-poor marksman, it ends up like you'd figure. First shot pings harmlessly against the rear bumper, second shot doesn't get anywhere near the truck.

The truck slews to a alt as Posh stops to break. "That fucking incompetent idiot," she says, as she sees blood starting to spill in the rearview mirror. She then hopes out of the truck, bouncing her way over to Paul with her savior medkit fresh from her duffel.

Indra will yet again, have Jarvis slow to a halt past the truck, in case there's problems coming in from that side. She mostly wants to get -out- of the rens before a serious gang gets involved, or worse? Humanis.

Cain grunts as the vehicle slams to a halt, then he rolls out of it as well, SMG at the ready, as he moves up to stand behind Posh as she does her work, covering her.

Kress glances towards the direction that the shots fly and slam Paul to the ground roughly. The Shaman's lips curve a bit into a frown, calling out towards their direction in a shout, "You all need assistance? I can handle him if you can't," It's all he can manage as he doesn't have a commlink. Unless, he was able and relay it by other means. Though Indra gets a weird look.

Posh grunts as she looks down at Paul. These gangers hadn't been assholes - in fact, they'd been willing to chat. She grunts as the wounds caused by Indrakshi's ridiculous overkill do not respond to the nanites, being too much for them. "Fuck! Fuck, Cain, isn't there anything you can do? I don't care if he's out of it for months, I just…I don't know, these guys didn't deserve to fucking -die- today."

Cain takes a slow breath, and he kneels down. "I can try." The mage says, glancing up towards Indra and Kress and waving them off. "Hopefully, he isn't too cybered up…" Cain mutters. He kneels down, and closes his eyes as he gets to work on the man. Yeah, it was going to suck healing back from this with Cain sealing over the wounds, but he'd live. Cain breathes out, and watches as the wounds slowly begin to knit. "Alright." He murmurs, hanging around for a moment. "He'll live. I have to hang out here a minute though, Posh."

Posh nods to Cain. "Excellent work," she says, turning to give a quick smile of gratitude to Cain. "Very well done," she says, as the man's bleeding stops. "Whew," she says, shaking her head, slotting out a credstick, loading access to ten thousand nuyen on it, and loading a note onto a chip. The note reads, 'No hard feelings; this should help buy you some time to get patched up, and a little more on top. Would love to see if you'd be interested in a little future business, if you're the type to let bygones be bygones." She leaves access to a matrix code, then encrypts the key, so that she'd have to be contacted to release the funds.

"Well," she says. "That didn't go perfectly, but we'll see," she says. "Paul certainly has got a reason to thank us, after all." She nods, turning back to the truck. "Shall we depart, then?" she asks. No doubt the far less injured guy will be able to help out his friend soon enough.

Cain nods his head, "Yeah. Lets just go." He says, waiting for a minute. After that minute passes, he gets up to go and heads to the truck. Without any further issues, Cain would be aiming on dropping it off.

Jarvis can follow? Out of rens time? Good. Because Humanis and the ilk some times stray in here, and nothing screams firefight like well equipped runners and corporate humanis wanting to try and prove their mettle.

The strange sight (for the Warrens, at least) of a UCAS Steel transporter followed by a limo is thankfully appreciated only from afar, and soon enough the crew ends up at their initial meet-up point at the Rez. The strangely-dressed elf is still exactly where you left him, although he appears to be reading a book now, an actual bit of print as opposed to some electronnic doo-dad.

Cain has put his jacket on, and slipped the helmet. He takes the note from the dead dwarf, and hops out of the truck, shoulders rolling. He moves over towards the strangely dressed elf, and hands him the note. "If you actually needed it. There you go. Your uh, smuggler friend is behind the seats."

Kress moves out of the limo, and gives a light shake of his head, as he brushes back his hair. Afterwards he moves towards Cain and Posh wherever they may be and seems to pointedly be putting distance between him and Indra. While mostly quiet, it seems he's wishing to get back to his apartment and rest.

Indra is still watching the area as she lets Jarvis idle and goes to join the others, dropping her invisibility again and watching more towards the way they came. Why can't they ever deal with gangs she -actually- knows, and could just fast talk into no problem scenarios?

The elf grins, seeing the runners back in one piece and with the truck. "Excellent, excellent!" He brushes the note aside without looking, before making his way to the truck. When he gets there, he briefly hops inside and places his palm on the dashboard. With a hiss, the rear of transporter pops open, revealing… lots and lots and lots of shotguns. Remington 990s, for those who are knowledgeable about such things. Remingtons as far as the eye can see.

The elf makes his way around to the back, grinning at the sight. "Perfect. Another thing to check off the list." He spins and returns to the table, once again taking a seat and gesturing the runners to come over.

Cain follows after the elf once he has been brushed off, glancing over towards Kress and giving the man a nod. He is moving to follow the oddly dressed elf over to the table after a moment, though he doesn't sit.

Kress just listens, approaching.

Indra follows after, because pay matters..or lack of pay. That leads to complications. She holds to the Omen Policy for when the Jay fucks you over. Except she doesn't try to rip the throat out…but ExEx is ExEx

The elf still has a big grin on his face as the runners approach. "Now, I believe I promised you a song and dance once the job was done?" He ponders for a moment, before adding, "Although you're likely more concerned about your payment… Let's settle that first." From inside his jacket, the elf pulls out one bag, then another, and then a clip of nuyen.

"So, I've some different options for payment, depending on what your preference is." Gesturing to the first bag, he opens it, revealing an assortment of gems and precious metals. "For the admirers of glitter and gold… or those seeking to create great works of magic." He proceeds to the second bag, revealing an assortment of credsticks. "Certified funds, plain and simple." He then places the nuyen on the table, next to the bags. "And of course, nuyen in the flesh, so to speak." He pauses, thinking. "Ah, I could also spare some of the shotguns, if you're intereted. And… I'd be willing to let Red's truck go, I certainly can't use the thing."

Indra is fine with certified funds, she indicates as such. She can just use them when back in Silicon valley at some decent hotel, or some thing!

Kress perks up a bit when the methods of payment are mentioned, and he begins an approach with curiosity, glancing at the various bags, "…Actually, I believe I could make use of the metal and gems," he says, though he adds, "If there's enough for anyone else that needs it, or unless another wants it."

Posh grins brightly. "Well," she says. "I know you're one that's quite fond of the glittery things," she says, rather thoughtfully. "Hmmm, I'd love to have a look at the guns," she says. "Shotguns only?" she asks, a little curious. "And that truck, let's have a bit of a look," she says.

Cain lifts a brow. "I'll go for the gold." He says simply, and almost immediantly. "Taken me a fucking week and a half to get some…" He mutters.

Indra wiggles her fingers at Posh. "Come by later for dinner, if you take the ride, I can get you a decent girl to do work on it. Same girl who worked on Jarvis."

As the runners choose their assorted rewards, the elf begins speaking. "Now, the song and dance… Well, I actually haven't completed the actual song and dance yet, so I'll just have to talk. I'm called The Ringleader, and greatly appreciate the fine work you lot did today. I'm working on an… interesting project, of sorts, and am currently acquiring a number of items." Gesturing to the shotguns in the truck, he continues, "This time, it was a lot of shotguns, but I have far more to gather. I hope very much to have you fine lot work with me again."

Posh smiles. "Well, Ringleader," she says. "Let me know what other things you'd like to gather," she says. "I have my own shopping list and I have a feeling this might be the start of a lovely acquisitive relationship." She grins, flipping him a palm-out lazy salute with a smile. "This thing will look just lovely parked behind the privacy wall," she says, looking up at the big truck.

The Ringleader chuckles, nodding at Posh. "Will do, Miss."

Lakota gives a light smile.

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