Shadowrun I: The Take-Out

[Thanee]

Siren

Siren sighs innerly. Obviously, she is the only one with some finesse in conversation. On the other hand, the orc has a point, he certainly looks almost as tough as a troll, and she wondered how much more muscle one could have, too, when Kayla asked about that, but then again, she probably meant cybernetic muscle and not simply brute force.

 

[Gramcrackered]

Jake was glad MAD had grabbed him, even if he couldn't damn well recall patching the guy up (which, in itself, wasn't a huge surprise; Jake's line of medical care was usually fast, efficent, and less than personable). Part of that happiness was due to him having hopefully finally found a way into his desired new line of work - after all, he'd been lurking about in various places for a few weeks now, full gear in tow, simply praying he stumbled upon something. Sorta ironic that his chance instead happened to stumble upon him.

Truth be told though, most of Jake's excitement was due to him loving watching watching the conversation flow back and forth around him. 'Like a flatvid?' he thought to himself, a grin spreading across his face. 'Hell, this is better!

He had arrived in full security armor, including a dark helmet keeping his -eating grin concealed from the rest of the group. Admitidly, it made him stand out a bit; wasn't exactly a common outfit to wear without a damn good reason. The hastily painted over DocWagon sigils did little to help.
Then again, he had walked into this place next to an orc who looked like he could chew metal and spit out nails. Worrying about standing out was probably a waste of time. Worrying about getting randomly shot, however, was something that Jake considered an extremely GOOD use of his time.

Painfully aware he would be best off if he simply let the others do their thing for now anyway, Jake begins to look about the room curiously, darting occasional glances at those others in here with him.
For the most part these are glances and nothing more. There just isn’t much to your average ork, while the elf doesn't seem worth trying to figure out. The only other remotely quiet person in the room - well, not counting the walking slabs of muscle - he tosses a two-fingered salute at the quieter elf, nodding his head in her direction. She seemed nice enough.

Even if she did look more like a corp exec than a runner.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Thorn grins. "Yes, yes, quite perceptive of you. I do have more information for you, yes. Ms. Sellers' laboratory is in the biomed labs - I apologize for not having an exact room number for you - in the Biotech wing of the Science hall. As for muscle, as you put it, I have tapped some, yes, but it remains to be seen whether they and their fixers have successfully come to some agreement. I also have tapped a decker, whom we are likewise waiting on. My associate here has more on that."

On Thorn's cue, one of the sunglassed and silent agents steps forward. "Here are the details of the job. You are to extract Janice from the laboratory, as Mr. Thorn discussed with you. Then our decker - an unpleasant man calling himself Spring-Heel, of all things - will wipe her research off the University system, and transfer it to that of our government. Following which time, you will be responsible for delivering Janice to a truck stop near the Catoctin Mountain park in Maryland. You are then to stay with Janice until such time as emissaries of our government pick her up. You will recognize these emissaries by their red van." He presses the side of his head, and a tiny microchip pops out, which the agent promptly throws out the window.

The second agent comes in, and leans down whispering in Thorn's ear. "Very well," he says. In walks a tall, gawky-looking man dressed, rather anachronistically, in the full suit and walking-stick of a gentlemen of the old Victorian era. "Dreadfully sorry I'm late, all, missed the party, have I?"

"Allow me to introduce Robert von Stetten - Spring-Heel, as he chooses to name himself," says Thorn. Spring-Heel bows with a flourish, removing his top hat. It is then that you notice two small ivory horns atop his head. "Mr. von Stetten is a member of an artificial community in Harrisburg, one which emulates the Victorian era. He will be your decker for this assignment. Now, shall we negotiate now or wait for the others to arrive?"

 

[Velmont]

"I may have an idea to get her out of there, but I need to know, in what state you want that girl. Intact, or can she be wounded?"

 

[Shalimar]

At Spring-Heel's interesting dress and arrival, Kayla merely smiles at him and introduces her self simply as "Kay,"

"I may have an idea to get her out of there, but I need to know, in what state you want that girl. Intact, or can she be wounded?"

At the ork's question of whether or not the girl can be injured, Kayla buries her head in her hands for a moment. Then she looks to Siren as if to say, exactly what are we dealing with here? She sighs and shakes her head. "Once we have all the data and come to a reasonable conclusion in our negotiations, we can let Mr. Thorn and his associates get back to whatever they were doing, and get down to the logistics of planning the run, if that is agreeable?" she offers politely, not letting any of her opinion show.

"What is the payment for this little rescue mission? If it is to be paid to the group as a hole, then we should indeed wait to determine how many of us there are. Otherwise, if each individual is to be compensated, then it does not matter how many of us there are. Also, it would be important to know how you wish to handle expenses. Another question is the exact time frame you want this to go of in, needing to extract her tomorrow will be a lot riskier then doing it in 3 days when we have had a chance to observe the college and plan ahead." says the elf girl.

Already she was coming up with a plan, truth be told, it was sparked by the Orcs suggestion, but she was loath to injure someone, especially someone paying them to rescue her, except as the very last resort, there were better ways when magic got involved. Just running the logistics of it through her head, it would take a day or 2 to set up, but it was rather simplistic. Depending on how tight the security is, if neccessary, get Spring-Heel to fake up a pair of College IDs, then depending on the astral security walk her out either invisibly with magic, or simply fake injuring her with capsule rounds filled with paint, and call in 'Doc Wagon' to take her to a hospital. Hopefully the paramedic will be able to fake being Doc Wagon if the astral is too hot. Then just get Spring-Heel to intercept any calls to Lone Star and the real Doc Wagon for long enough to get us time to get away. The plan sounded alright, at least in her mind, though it depended on the others a bit too much for her liking. Well, if they are any good, they'll be able to improve and adjust the plan in their area's of expertise, and if not, that'll be good to know anyway, at least Siren is competent enough, from what I have seen at her at Kiros' place, the noble thinks to herself.

 

[Thanee]

Siren

“Greetings, Mr. Spring-Heel, I'm Siren,” she says quickly as the decker arrives.

More like a whisper, leaning over to the orc, she tells him: “Well, I for one would certainly prefer, if we were not to harm Ms. Sellers. Of course, if the situation demands something equally drastic and there is no other way... but generally we should look to have her in best possible shape. I'd love to hear your suggestion, however, we should proabably wait with the planning until after this meeting. I'm not sure how interested Mr. Thorns is with the specifics, but I guess his time is limited, being an important man and all that.” She smiles and turns to listen to what the Johnson has to say about payment, something, which arouses her interest for sure, since it is why she is here in the first place, to make some money to pay for her expenses. For now, she has paid her rent, but there isn't much left for the next few months.



OOC: Shalimar, I don't think Kayla would know about Jake's DocWagon background by now...

 

[Velmont]

"Well, let me explain my thought, as I see some seem to not like the idea. We may have an easy ticket in and out if we pay well our cards. And when I say easy, I mean even the security will help us. But may not be easy.

One of us will have to do a dirty job, which is to wound the girl and get out of there. Make it as a failed assassination attempt. Now our target is wounded, Jake and his team enter the place with a DocWagon vehicle. They take care of her and carry her to the nearest hospital. Sure, the Doc Wagon will never reach the nearest hospital, but when they will see that, it will be too late.

Now, we need to know some things to see if it can work.
1: How the wounded are handle in the university.
2: How Doc Wagon is handle by the University authority.
3: Does our target have a Doc Wagon Contract already.
4: If not, how will we may make believe everyone she has one.

Not easy to set as a plan, but if well set, once in place, it will be easy to leave with the target."

 

[Shalimar]

OOC: Shalimar, I don't think Kayla would know about Jake's DocWagon background by now...

OOC: right, she isn't, but it was stated that he is a medic, meaning he worked either for Doc Wagon or a similair company. In either case, he would have the experience to be able to fake it.

IC:
"I'm sure we can improve upon that plan," Kayla says diplomatically to the orc who does not seem to be able to grasp what she and Kayla were saying. "But it is in our best interests to discuss the planning at a latter time. All of the information you want is easily reteivable by a competent decker, which I am more then positive that Mr. Spring-Heel will be able to do with no effort." she finishes.

 

[Thanee]

Siren

Speaking with the calm voice of a professional, Siren says: “Right, let's keep the discussion of our proceeding for afterwards, we surely do not want to waste Mr. Thorn's time at the moment.”

“So, to get back to what she said, it would be important to know in what time frame our operation has to be concluded and, of course, how the compensation will be transacted.”

 

[Gramcrackered]

"Fake a DocWagon pick-up?" Jake mutters beneath his breath. His hand slowly reaches up to absent-mindedly rub at his jawline, only to dart away once he recalls he's still wearing his helmet. Utterly distracted, he fails to even acknowledge Spring-Heel.

The dealer Jake had bought his vehicle from had said it was all on the up-and-up, that the corp simply hadn't needed it anymore. Dealer had also said that there had been some requirements before sale; specifically, the insides had been gutted and all traces of DocWagon logos had been removed from the sides.

The logos Jake could probably recreate or reveal with a little elbow grease, thanks to the sloppy work of the dealer and the first-hand experience of Jake's. The medical gear that was supposed to be inside...well...he'd just have to hope nobody saw the inside.

'Course, there was the fact that DocWagon would be pissed if they learned somebody was faking a pickup with one of their own vehicles. Especially if the sale of the vehicle wasn't as legit as that dealer had promised. And if this chick had a current contract with DocWagon...
Well. Let's just say years of working under DocWagon's thumb have ingrained a healthy fear for the corp in Jake.