GM: Nightshade
Players: Nightshade, Slide, Mr.Terrific.
Synopsis: The runners aren't comfortable with the run and walk away at the meet.
Date: September 11 2070
The calls go out and the fixers do their thing, in short time your phones, trix accounts, and dropslots tip you off to a meet going down. This one seems like it should be almost a cakewalk, but the money is there. You'll be meeting up at The Shady Spot, an up and coming hotspot in the FTZ. The club is upscale street, a place where the kids with money go to feel like they're living dangerously. Word is security is ultra-tight, since they serve alcohol (and harder) no permits will get anything in there 'legally'.
Mr.Terrific is only too happy to leave his ever so dangerous item known as a 'firearm' where it is supposed to be left, and to be patted down, stroked, wanded, and subjected to, ahem, other indignities by the two burly ork bouncers for to get in and make the meet.
Your instructions are to meet Mr. J at the table closest to the lefthand speaker assembly, the noise will be near to deafening, but that's plenty fine when you don't want a conversation overheard. The club is darker than dark inside each table and the floor lit by fiber optics leaving the impression that you're moving through a darkened room guided only by the motes of light outlining a few objects. The patrons 'in the know' wear small amounts of glow, common are pierced tongues with glow, illuminated tats, and fiber optic hair. Glowing so much that you illuminate is frowned upon and as you move through the club you can hear catty remarks about the 'posers lighting up the place'.
Mr. J in this case is a nervous looking ork. He keeps dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief, the club is warm and the corp suit he wears isn't helping but the amount of sweat is excessive, either he was exerting himself, or he's really uncomfortable being here. A dark blue briefcase sits by his leg, a small fiber optic 'lamp' just barely illuminates the table but the beads of sweat on his face catch the light, twinkling like somewhat disgusting little stars.
Mr.Terrific , wearing his cowboy gear, has that laid-back, friendly, smiling attitude that anyone wearing a bolo tie is justified in having. The silvery reflections on it catch the tiny amount of light, although the turquoise bits on it are just angles of darker rock. "My master said to me: all is well. Behold, even now there are come to me from the hell-country of Ephraim two young men of the sons of the prophets."
Nightshade enters the club wearing dark colors and almost manages to blend into the crowd. There's one or two 'token' trolls here already, so she doesn't cause much of a stir. She makes her way through the crowd fairly easily, the low lights giving her no trouble at all. She stops before sitting at the table, pulling away the chair that's there then hunting around in the near dark for a bit before she finds a chair that's got the little extra reinforcement for 'people her size'.
Mr.Terrific adds laconically to the ork, "Or rather, they are come to you." He bows to Nightshade and says, "And you're messing up my bible quotation, I think."
Nightshade shrugs, and says over the bass thump of the music, "Get a better bible." She grins at Mr.T but the effect is mostly lost in the lack of light, her tusks shine a bit but the dark lipstick she wears hides the shape of her smile.
Mr. J offers a quick and half hearted smile, "We're awaiting a third. Please…make yourselves comfortable."
Mr.Terrific is only too happy to settle down and acquire himself a fizzy pop beverage. Gotta stay sharp, look good. Now, coming from where he comes from and being a college boy at Texas A&M&M is essentially equivalent to declaring a minor in alcohol. But that doesn't mean he has to indulge.
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 6 (Disguise) for "+4 Polymask":
1 1 1 2 5 9
Slide gets his intel, then starts his prep work, that entails a disguise, today he is going to be Chuck Norris, from Lone Wolf McQuade. He has his nice black cowboy hat to complete the ensamble, then heads to the club with his stealth gear. That means his two concealed stillettos, which, unless its a super thorough patdown, no ones going to notice them, he even has the hi-c ammo to avoid chemsniffers.
«OOC» Slide says, "Trying to sneak Conceal 14 Guns through the security"
«Auto-Judge[]» Nightshade (#3173) rolls 3 vs TN 14 for "On the off chance…":
4 5 8 = 0 Successes
Slide makes his way past security and heads to the table he was directed too. He stops at the edge of the table, taking note of everyone there, then finding a chair and taking his seat. He says nothing, merly sits there and watches the nervous johnson.
Mr.Terrific says dryly, "I believe the second son of the prophets has arrived."
Mr. J looks relieved when the third arrives, "Good…good…now then. I've some work that needs doing, a simple retrieval from what would normally be a very secure facility but I've taken care of most of that for you. What's left is a little grunt work, some basic security, and the personel. Which is what the three of you have been selected to deal with. The pay is 20,000 apiece which is quite generous since most of the work has been done for you." The ork looks like he's rehearsed that little speech at least a half dozen times and looks relieved to finally be able to spit it out. His words just barely make it to your ears over the bass of the speaker he's sitting in front of.
Nightshade just nods along to the speech.
Slide arches a brow, his gaze settling hard on the Johnson "So what exactly has been done for us? Perhaps we may value this work at different amounts."
Mr.Terrific has his skills, but extensive breaking and entering only touches upon it. Thus he remains mostly silent, for to pipe in with questions when an appropriate one will come along.
«OOC» Nightshade says, "Is that a negotiation attempt or are you interrogating for information, please roll whichever you're trying vs tn 5."
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls Negotiation vs TN 5 for "Lets see if this guy can either explain better, or up the pay.":
1 3 5 5 11 = 3 Successes
Mr.J nods, "I've established an unguarded entry and exit point for you, and reduced the overall electronic security considerably. You'll be walking into a high level area with much the same trouble you'd have knocking over a stuffer shack."
Mr.Terrific nods to this. "So presumably you have appropriate decking support. Known magical security?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mr.Terrific (#7242) rolls Interrogation vs TN 5 for "Now I really want to know facts and details.":
1 3 5 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
Slide listens to the man, and nods "Interesting, I guess we need to hear a bit more about what you want us to do."
Mr.J shakes his head, "You'll have no support, the security in the facility has been set as low as it can be, but it is still a secure facility. You know the old type of plascrete that goes soft when treated with the appropriate chemical? I've got an entry point that you can use to get into the facility and out of it. They covered it with a thin layer of the new stuff, but nothing a few shots with a sledge wouldn't take off. Once you're inside whichever of you has the techincal skills will need to deal with the passive security, and whatever personel are present. I wouldn't even be offering this much except the target I need you to acquire will only be accessible for a few more hours. A prototype piece of bioware that I need acquired within the next." He looks down at his watch, "7 hours and 42 minutes. Once acquired you will have 36 hours to shake any pursuit and deliver the goods to me. I would not expect you to have pursuit unless you were botched things royally." The ork seems to be growing calmer by the moment, more in his element under the pressure of your inquisition and negotiation than he was before. "If you can complete this cleanly, and deliver it within the first four hours after you acquire it, with /zero/ heat, I'll throw in a five thousand nuyen bonus you can split amongst yourselves."
Mr.Terrific murmurs some with Nightshade about ritual tracing of bioware.
Nightshade shakes her head, "If these guys are paying to get it, they'll have it behind a ward strong enough not to get caught." She looks over at the ork then back at the other two, "I don't see much of an issue with it."
Slide glances at the people talking about ritual tracking of bioware, since his cyber enhanced hearing can definaly tell what they are saying at this range. He then turns back to look at the Johnson "Thats fairly short order, not alot of time for prep work. So, your telling us, our whole operation hinges on your preplanning, and that we are just to….trust you?"
Mr.Terrific uses his amazing power of stating the obvious to say, "And not just get transparently set up?"
Mr. J shrugs, "I'm paying you 20,000 nuyen, that's not trust, that's business. If you don't want the job walk, I've got business to do." He looks almost, afronted that the pair would suggest he'd be dishonest.
Nightshade looks over to Mr.T and Slide for their call on the situation.
Mr.Terrific doesn't see much upside in the whole thing being a fake just to pin some kind of crime on random Shadowrunners. That part of it, at least, seems unlikely, although levels of paranoia are appropriate. "I am in for the look-see can-do."
Slide smiles "Well, its been a pleasure talking to you, but I'm at a point in my career, where I can walk away, and I just don't like the rush job, nothing personal." He stands up from the table.
The ork shrugs, "Of course. If you'll excuse me, I need to make another appointment." He stands as well and starts moving towards the back of the club.
Mr.Terrific knows he has been checked out - alone he does not have the security-based skills to pull this off. and so there'd be no point. He was under the impression Nightshade was also of the mystic sort, so who knows. He just sits back.
Nightshade gives a low growl, "Wonderful…there goes my rent check." She looks over at Slide, "Primadonna." She mutters then starts to move off from the table as well.
Slide shrugs and looks to the other two runners "Sorry if that rained on your parade, but I prefer to take my time now with jobs."
Mr.Terrific says "No fear, no pain, no problem."
Mr.Terrific says "I got no kids to feed."
Mr.Terrific will stay where he's at, just so he's not leaving RIGHT with the others.
Slide turns and heads towards the exit, making sure to keep an eye out for angry trolls.
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