Chapter 1: A Taste of the Shadows.

[Oath]

Sixes

Knowledge: Gangs (Seattle) - 1 hit

You don't know too much more about them than Freddie, but you have heard on the streets that they are a gang full of your typical mundane ganger, from human to troll. Your own experience in the streets would tell you that if they do have a few dozen members, they would not all be giving this shipment their attention.

[close]

"Can't say I terribly care much what happens to them. Whatever you deem necessary to receive the cargo. You're the professional. He gave you a wink after he said this, and then placed a datachip on the table along with his contact information. "Everything you need is on here. I am looking forward to good news from the five of you." He took a long pull from his drink, setting the empty glass down on the table. "Any further questions?"

[pringerbeam]

"Just one more thing." Hexen takes the datachip. "What exactly are we getting back for you? Because I think we should know at least how big it is in case we need to transport something like... I don't know... half a dozen crates of assault rifles or something equally large."

[Oath]

"It's a vanload. Assuming the van is still drivable, you could just bring the whole thing back."

[pringerbeam]

"Got it. Then I think we're settled. Fellow mercs? Let's get to business." Hexen motions for the others to follow him outside. When they get outside he holds up the datachip and his comlink. "I guess we should get everyone's deets. Also... Any of you guys handy with a deck? I'm not great with the tech if someone else could take a look at this."

[jammermoore]

"Tech is outside my area. My area of expertise is long range combat. I have a van he could all fit in. I put my contact info into the comlink." Tombstone points over to his van.

[Lithe]

Oktavia takes the datachip from Hexen's hands "You don't need a cyberdeck for unencrypted datachips, you just need a commlink to access it." She slots the datachip into her commlink "However since I've grabbed it already, I'll take care of sharing the data that's stored with all of you." After getting everyone's contact info and sharing the data stored on the datachip "Well with that all sorted, I need to head back home and prepare some things for the job. You all have my info now, feel free to send a message if anything comes up" she'll then enter her Horizon Revolution and drive home.

Oktavia once she arrives home spends 4 hours to compile a Lv.4 machine sprite and register it.

Lv.4 Machine Sprite successfully registered with 4 tasks. Resisted 4 Fade DV and took 8 stun damage after registering.

[pringerbeam]

"Okay, so we have a tech head. Off doing... Whatever they're doing. I don't have anything I need to do to prep but I do need a ride to the job. Anyone else have something they need to do before we do this?"

[SleepingSkeleton]

"Probably ought to swing back to my place, grab the drones I need to do a little recon while we wait for our tech wiz to get back from... whatever it is she's doing." Sixes says, turning to walk back towards his bike.  "If someone needs a ride, I got room for one more, but that's all I got space for."

[Oath]

After inserting the datachip, the party obtains several photographs of the GMC Bulldog in question being parked at a warehouse, and an address.

[jammermoore]

"I've got my supplies in my van and nothing else to do right now. So I'll help with recon from a distance." Tombstone loads the address into his comlink. He heads towards his van.

[pringerbeam]

"Okay, then I think me and Tombstone here can go and wait for the rest of you guys there."  Hexen looks to Tombstone.  "Lead the way."  Hexen follows Tombstone to the van and settles in for the ride.

[jammermoore]

Tombstone and Hexen jumps into the van, Tombstone starts to drive to the location. On the way, Tombstone starts a conversation "I'm going to look for a building that overlooks the job so we can have better eyes on the area." Tombstone is a little nervous and excited to work with people outside of the clan. "If you see a good spot let me know."

[pringerbeam]

     "Course, finding inconspicuous places to peep on people is my specialty... Uh... Not like that. Well I mean I guess I have had to do a lot of jobs that involve watching people have sex but they were all purely professional. I'm a private detective." Hexen leaned his seat back and glanced in the back of the van to see what's in there. "So what's your deal?"

[jammermoore]

"Oh I'm just a low man sniper in the Yakuza. This will be my first major job." Tombstone points to the small arsenal in the back of the van.

[pringerbeam]

     "A hitter for the Yakuza huh? Who's your boss?" Asks Hexen as he turns from the boxes of ammo in the back to look out the window.