GM: Mirage
Players: Johnny, Selene, Pulse
Synopsis: The beginnings of a plot of AWESOME…
Date: April 2, 2070 to ????
«Auto-Judge[]» Johnny (#799) has the Contact Nadja Daviar with the following information:
-----> Contact for Johnny (#799) <-----
Contact Name: Nadja Daviar
Level: 1
Type: draco offical
GM Note: The head of the Draco Foundation. Privy to more secrets about the 6th world than have been published in any sourcebook.
You (Johny) make the call to the vice president's personal aid… And explain you have a certain sword that went missing. He gets you on the phone with Daviar with only a few minutes wait.
Commlink-Nadja Daviar> Nadja Daviar says, "This is Vice President Daviar, to whom am I speaking?"
"Ms. Vice President. I know you are busy, so I will not waste your time. My callsign is Nacht. I know you've already vetted me. I have possession of the Blade, but not the Banner or Hat. I, along with my associate Mr. Paulino Lucciano of Denver, purchased it from a dealer for half a million Nuyen. I wish to return it to the UCAS. Please advise."
Commlink-Nadja Daviar> Nadja Daviar says, "I would greatly appreciate it if you could get it back to washington. How it ended up on an auction, I have no idea. Half a million is the going price of our national heritage?"
Commlink-(Geist): Something of that nature.'.
Commlink-(Geist): My associate and I will deliver it. I will make contact when we approach Washington. I anticipate this will be a trip in which we are challenged. My purchase was not secret. It will be all over the trix by now. This line is probably being tapped as of now.
Johnny would be making this call with Pulse present, so likely, as soon as Johnny got the Sword, he switched identities and divested himself of any electronics.
Commlink-Nadja Daviar> Nadja Daviar says, "Keep off the airlines, keep out of sight of the media, and keep it safe. We can give limitted support, but you understand you are safer without a big escort than with, correct?"
Commlink-Phantasm> Johnny says, "This is correct. Good night, Ms. Vice President."
Johnny then, totally hangs up on the Vice President of the Fucking UCAS.
Pulse sighs, and rubs his eyebrows. "I can't believe this just fucking happened," he says. "I just… wow. You know what I mean? Can I touch it?"
He pauses. "You know… Selene's going to kill me if she doesn't get in on this. Kill. Me. She's back there, in the hot tub."
Johnny looks to Pulse as he pulls on his jacket. "We'll steal a car. Get Selene, we'll need magical backup and I think, frankly, Silk would shit little green turtles if she knew about this." He eyes the man for a moment. He moves to the Federal Express box, pulling out the blade. It's an enameled green hilt, with carved, ornate blade. "The sword that carved a nation. THe closest goddamn thing we have to Exalibur."
Selene over hears something about killing from the other room (uncanny!), "You get him killed Johnny, and so help me…" Apparently the only word she heard was killing, there is some swishing and splashing of water as the woman gets out of the hottub and peeks in through the sliding glass door.
Pulse nods, eyes flashing. "And some -asshole- stole it. And Lincoln's goddamn hat. And the star-fucking spangled banner. People are going to pay."
Then he nods. "Yeah. Stolen car. Good idea… well, we could use my Durango. Lots of seating, not actually registered to me. Not armored, though."
He holds out his hands for the sword, and then looks over as Selene peeks in. "Selene! Sweetheart, put on some clothes. We're going on a road trip. Bring your cane."
"Get dressed and you can prevent it. We've got less than 3 minutes to be out of this building." he looks over at her, Johnny does. He's not joking, He's not hitting on her and he's far from jovial.
Selene shakes off the water, towels off her hair and throws on some very casual clothes and a cloak, picking up her stick from it's place near the wet bar. She picks up a bag with some other odds and ends and looks around, "So.. what's the hurry? top hats, lincon, old glory.. huh?" Not a history buff this one.
Johnny slides the SIM chip out of his phone, snapping it in two. He then crushes the phone in his right hand. Strong man, this. "Both of you, phones, PDA's, personal electronics. Anything that sends or receives a signal. Now."
Selene tosses over the cellphone and then pats down the rest of her pockets.
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