Chapter 1: A Taste of the Shadows.

[Oath]

Hexen:

You got a short message from Sarah Killinger. "Oy, Got a guy, Freddie Coleman needs a hand with some biz, told him you were good for it don't make me look bad. Meet him at the Neon Reverie near Everett, 9PM."

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Oktavia

Your fixer sent a message. "Know you need work, told a guy named Freddie Coleman you'd help him out. He's a friend of a friend, good people. Told him he'd owe me if you do some good work. Good luck."

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Sixes

A message from Major Crimes popped up on your ARO feed. "Guy named Freddie Coleman needs some help, he is paying creds, you need creds, told him you'd do it. Meet him at the Neon Reverie at 9PM."

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Tombstone

A lieutenant in your gang, Mako has instructed you to go to the Neon Reverie at 9PM and help Freddie Coleman with whatever he asks. As you drive towards Everett, you just remember him telling you it will be 'good experience' and that it will help you in the long run.

[close]

Rain poured from the sky, neon lights flickered, illuminating the alleyway as each of you approached. "Neon Reverie" A meeting was scheduled for 9 PM. You were to meet with Freddie Coleman.

The Neon Reverie is locally known as a place for biz, with a backdrop of dancing and music. A meeting place popular with local fixers who may not have the pull for lucrative clientele, but still have work that needs doing.

A large troll stands at the door, a scowl on his face as rain bounces off his matted hair. He gives each of you a once over when you arrive before ushering you in.

The bar is a bit more crowded than you would expect for the weather and a Tuesday, people dancing, music bumping, the staff behind the bar moving about pouring beers and mixing drinks. Booths line the room many of them filled with patrons. A large corner booth in the back has two figures seated looking out across the club.

You each have arrived at the Neon Reverie at a time of your choosing. If you arrive early what actions are you planning on taking?

[pringerbeam]

    A cold November evening, already pitch black by 7:00 and raining as it so often was. I wake up to my comlink ringing and a pounding hangover. It was Sarah, one of the people with connections in the seedy underworld of Seattle and a useful gal to know in my line of work. Work... there hadn't been a lot of that going around lately. Sure, a cheating husband here, a stolen necklace there, just enough to keep a roof over my head but nothing near enough what I needed to keep the leg breakers off my back. I last told Sarah that I would take anything she could throw at me even if it wasn't really work for a private dick. Hopefully this job paid well. I donned my trench coat, armored of course and with plenty of pockets for my detective gear, stuck my gun in my shoulder holster, put on my fedora, and hopped into an auto cab to the meeting with one Freddie Coleman. I had a funny feeling but I chalked it up to the hangover.

     Hexen gets there an hour early for the meet. He's not that familiar with the club and hits up the far end of the bar for a cup of soycaff for his headache and to wake up a little more before going to the meet. As he drinks his soycaff he tries to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, or worse... his creditors.

Perception

Rolled 7d6 : 6, 2, 5, 5, 1, 3, 1, total 23

[Oath]

Hexen:

Perception: 3 hits

As you arrive an hour early, you find the soycaff doesn't do much to nurse your headache with the skull-pounding beats of the club. You don't hear much of anything. As your eyes scan the club, you take in all of the sights you would expect, people holding drinks and dancing with all the grace you would expect of an exuberant drunk. It seems there are no characters any more unsavory than yourself, the help out front is doing their job.

After around thirty minutes, you see a burly ork enter the club, followed by a well dressed human. They approach the bar and get themselves a drink, the ork multiple, and they travel off into a booth in the far corner. You notice as they get their drinks, the human glances your way and seems to give you a once over.

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[pringerbeam]

Hexen looks back at the human and raises an eyebrow as he sips on the soycaff. It wasn't doing much for him so he flags down the bartender. "Hey, can I get a bit of hair of the dog for this? Then I'll pay out my tab." He holds up the mug. The bartender obliges with a splash of whiskey which Hexen finishes off before heading back to the room he was supposed to meet Coleman at.

[SleepingSkeleton]

Sixes turns his Nodachi, sliding to a stop with a satisfying squish as the wheel collided with the devil rat he had been pursuing. Pulling out his comlink, he tapped out a reply.
"Sure thing Major.  This a job you care about colors on or off for?"
Either way, he had his armored jacket in the storage compartment, so he gunned the engine, a spray of dirt and mud flying into the air as the bike started up, bound northward towards Everett. 

Sixes takes his time, enjoying the ride, and scaring a couple of corpo stiffs as he rides past, almost near enough to knock them over.  Chuckling at the expression on the man's face, he pulls his bike into a spot about a block away form the Neon Reverie at about 5 minutes before 9, checking to see if he had received a reply before sauntering towards the bar.

[jammermoore]

Tombstone gets into Everett a little early. He is excited that Mako gave him a job too do. He rolls up to The Neon Reverie around 7:30pm. Tombstone enjoys the rain and "fresh" air before heading inside. Mako told he to meet Freddy around 9pm so why not grab a drink to cool the nerves.

Perception

Rolled 7d6 : 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 5, 2, total 22

[Lithe]

Oktavia looks at the message on her commlink and replies "Thank you, Nerissa. I really needed this, I'm heading there now." after sending the message Oktavia prepares her gear and hops on her Horizon Revolution. She'll reach the "Neon Reverie" at 8:55PM, before entering inside she'll take a moment to put on her Faceless that mimics a bracelet around her wrist. After she's ushered inside she'll heads towards where she was supposed to meet with Freddie Coleman.

[Oath]

Sixes

A message from Major Crimes: Your call, Sixes. Not official business.

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Tombstone

Perception: 2 hits

You look around the room and don't notice anything out of the ordinary, seems like normal folk having a normal night out. You grab your drink from the bar, and watch as man in a trench-coat gets up from the table and goes to a secluded table in the back corner where a couple were already waiting. It seems like the spot, so you follow.

[close]

Hexen gets up from his spot at the bar and makes his way over towards the back table. And the Ork looks you up and down as you approach. "You one of the potential runners, chummer?" Before you can answer, another man approaches the table with a drink as well, and the human holds out a hand towards the Ork and turns to you with a wide grin.
Gentleman, please join us, have a seat. It seems you value being on time. I like that. He extends a hand across the table. "I'm Freddie Coleman. This here is Ziggy, he's already on the job, done a few jobs for me." he thumbs towards the ork, and the ork grins wide with a hand held up in greeting.

"There should be two more arriving shortly, assuming they didn't get cold feet, but their contacts assured me they would be here."

A few more drinks appear at the table, the four of you making small talk for a short time as 9PM comes closer, the last two arrive. One, looking like a ganger of sorts seems like the type you would expect to be doing this type of work, and shuffling in behind him a petite woman, both sliding up and taking seats at the table. Everyone on time, more or less.

"I'm glad you could all make it, let's get into biz. Have a shipment that got intercepted by some of the 'locals' call themselves the 'Golden Eagles'. Need some muscle to get it back. Pretty straight forward if you ask me. He pauses and takes a sip from his whiskey. "You in?"

[jammermoore]

Mako told me to help so I'm in. Name is Tombstone. I take a sip of my drink. I nod sup to Ziggy to show some respect.

[pringerbeam]

Well I guess it's better than watching a c-suite suite fucking his mistress... Hexen leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "Sure thing I'm in, but I think we'll need a little information on these Eagle boys. What do you know about them? And of course then we have to talk payment. How much are we getting for the job?"

[Oath]

Freddie nods before weaving his fingers together and placing his hands on the table.
"5000 Nuyen each. As for these Golden Eagles, honestly don't know much about them, seems like a pretty small time gang. Have heard in the street less than 30 members and generally stick to small time crime. but they geeked my driver; small arms fire. Stole the van and the goods, big mistake on their part. We have tracked the van and have figured out where they are keeping the goods. If you are to take the job, the information will be provided."

[pringerbeam]

"Sounds like it's guaranteed to be a hot job. I don't suppose we can get some hazard pay?"

Negotiation

Rolled 7d6 : 5, 5, 1, 6, 3, 3, 2, total 25

[Oath]

Freddie shakes his head. "That's the fee. However, if I like your work there could be plenty more coming your way in the future."

[Lithe]

Oktavia ponders for a moment, then slightly nods her head "Alright, seems fair enough." Oktavia pulls out her commlink and looks to Freddie Coleman "I'm in, shall we exchange contact info and you can send over what you got on the whereabouts of the goods."

[SleepingSkeleton]

Sixes casts his mind about, trying to think if he's heard anything about the Golden Eagles.

Knowledge: Gangs (Seattle)

Rolled 7d6 : 2, 4, 1, 2, 5, 3, 3, total 20

"Yeah, sounds fun, I'm in.  So, job's just get the stuff back, or are you looking to really send a message?" Sixes asks, leaning forward, a slight glint in his eyes at the hint of excitement and danger.