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["I'm not going to lie, something seems off about hitting the target the same night we get the job, but if the rest of you feel like you've got it under control then I am in as well."]

"I'm not going to lie, something seems off about hitting the target the same night we get the job, but if the rest of you feel like you've got it under control then I am in as well."

["Thanks for waiting, I had some particularly nasty business with a troll on the wrong side of town but it looks like I got the best of that fight."]

Hastily apologizing after stumbling in late Siegfried takes stock of the situation. The rather imposing human would not look too out of place working as a bouncer for the bar, especially considering the scar tissue around the eyes and jaw and the onset of cauliflower ear. The dead give away however is the rather unkempt hair and beard as well as the clean but obviously very old and worn white undershirt beneath the armored jacket he wore.

He shook Robert's hand firmly, "Thanks for waiting, I had some particularly nasty business with a troll on the wrong side of town but it looks like I got the best of that fight." His still somewhat heavily accented English comes out in his best attempt at a confident tone, trying his best to hide the nerves from being new to all this, especially after hearing Zephyr's mention about killing, which sends a chill down his spine. "I go by Alteisen, Old Iron if German is not your thing, looks like I'm going to be some extra muscle for you all."

["I am looking for an associate of mine, Steve Roderick he rented a room here recently, do you know where he is?"]

Thankful to finally have gotten out of the crowd in the bus, Siegfried made the short walk to the DMZ without incident. Swearing under his breath after having noticed his own rather disheveled appearance just coming from a fight. He did say ASAP in the message after all.

All he had to do was find the first person who looked like they were part of the staff and ask where Roderick was, navigating through the crowd was something he prided himself on. For a man of his physique he had found that very few people were willing to get in his way if he walked with a stern look and a sense of purpose.

Finally getting the attention of one of the bar staff after pushing his way past a particularly gregarious pair young men with rather obnoxiously visible cyberware, he asked in his most professional tone.

"I am looking for an associate of mine, Steve Roderick he rented a room here recently, do you know where he is?"

Siegfried stood in front of a mirror in the men's restroom of some dive bar he hadn't cared to remember the name of removing the wraps from his hands. Not the first time since the past few months wishing for an official weigh-in to fight some one his size... or his species for that matter. That's the last time I fight a troll with a fist literally thew size of my face, he mused to himself wincing from the pain of bruises along the left side of his chest. Checking his messages he was surprised to find one from Steve Roderick, a fixer he had been put in touch with after his last job filling in as some temporary muscle for Tony. He typed out his response:

Old Iron: Sounds big, I'll be there as soon as I can

He hesitated before sending, street fights and collecting debts for the mafia were one thing but this was a whole other world he was about to step into. He pushed the button with a smirk thinking what else can they take from me.

He reached in to the bag holding his gloves and other fighting equipment, combing through it until he reached his stash, pulling out his knucks and a set of throwing knives before stashing them inside of his armored jacket. He began to make his way toward the bus out of the slums.

My character is all set and in the google drive. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1TceLqLgAd5nq_2Y8UoMX39hd8ZG_Xc73HSYW4WYGPEg/edit#gid=1128804179
Can't wait to get started.

I'm new but I would be down to play, I don't really have any of the source material for shadowrun though.