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<blockquote data-quote="Zen_Pollo" data-source="post: 4606120" data-attributes="member: 11404"><p><strong>Chapter 1: Legwork</strong></p><p></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>A nuclear error, but I have no fear</em></p> <p style="text-align: right">The Clash, <em>London Calling</em></p><p></p><p><em>Setting:</em> Olga’s Tea Room, Tacoma. The first floor of this Russian-style tea room featured a sitting area with semi-circular booths lining the walls and set along a row in the middle of the room. The garish red upholstery clashed with the green wall paint and gilt edging on the architectural moldings. The room gave off the impression the interior designer watched the Nutcracker Suite on Synth-Acid and vomited up borscht and double-distilled vodka onto the dancing bears.</p><p></p><p>A rumpled Alexander, Slone and Carlito slid into a sticky booth in the middle of the room – the corner booths were all taken by couples – middle-aged salaryman with women far too pretty and too interested in them to be the men’s wives. </p><p></p><p>Alexander pulled up the menu-ARO and submitted a request for three cups of the (not-so) special-blend.</p><p></p><p>“Good thing I know this place,” remarked Alexander, “I used to come here when I was doing background investigations on stories.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, it’s real…nice,” replied the troll, dubiously, “You gonna’ be alright, Carlito?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, Yeah, just fine, just fine,” responded Carlito as he quickly stood up, took out a packet of atomo-wipes from his coat and scrubbed down the table. Then, Carlito sat back down and arranged and rearranged the place setting at his seat exactly three times before knocking on the tabletop twice and signaling for the waitress. “That was just a close one, that’s all, just a close one,” Carlito said as he drummed his fingernails on the table top in the same sequence repeatedly. Carlito’s mind still dwelled on the ganger he had shot just an hour before during the ferry attack.</p><p></p><p>“Sure, good thing we were able to ditch the boat nearby – I hate walking,” stated Slone. </p><p></p><p>A few minutes later, a waitress approached carrying their order. The brunette’s features had the perfection only surgery or genetic alteration could provide; getting tax ride-offs for cosmetic enhancements was a nice benefit of working in the entertainment industry. “Do you take soy-cream in your tea, gentlemen?” asked the waitress as she approached the trio.</p><p></p><p>Alexander replied before Carlito could speak, “Of course you can, Double-M!”</p><p></p><p>Maggie Malone exclaimed, “Alexander McQueen! I hardly recognized you. It’s been awhile.”</p><p></p><p>“It sure has Maggie. Is Olga around?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, you’re looking for THAT; well, why don’t you just head on up like normal, sugar?” Maggie coyly replied.</p><p></p><p>“What’s ‘THAT’, exactly, and why do you have to go upstairs to get it?” queried the scientist. Slone simply looked around the couples in the dark corners and chuckled to himself.</p><p></p><p>“Well…” Maggie coughed delicately and leaned close to the scientist so he could take a good look down her blouse to her augmented cleavage.</p><p></p><p>“OHMYGOODNESS!” exclaimed the scientist. Slone and Alexander guffawed at the up-tight Carlito, but Carlito wasn’t paying attention. Carlito jumped up and broke out the entire pack of atomo-wipes from his jacket pocket and began to scrub furiously everywhere he had been in contact with the furniture.</p><p></p><p>While the egghead had an anxiety attack, Alexander explained to Maggie what the trio sought.</p><p></p><p>“Look, we’re interested in some paydata. We’re working on a lead and we’d like to know about the Shiawase-Tacoma Transmission Components Corporation down the road,” Alexander explained.</p><p></p><p>“You mean, the STTC?” replied Maggie, “Sure, I might know a regular customer that works there – let me go find out.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re the best, Mags,” cooed Alexander.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Carlito finally calmed down enough to pay attention to his circumstances. “This is madness, what are we doing in a…a….?” Carlito was at a loss for words.</p><p></p><p>“A Russian tea room?” supplied Slone. Carlito shuddered.</p><p></p><p>“Listen, Carlito, Maggie knows people in Tacoma,” related Alexander, “All the riff-raff of a certain caliber make their way through this joint. If Maggie has paydirt on anyone that works in that complex; that’s our in…”</p><p></p><p>Carlito relaxed and placed his hands on his knees under the table. The back of Carlito’s hand brushed against a sticky, viscous substance lodged under the table. The scientist’s eyes bulged for moment and then he ran screaming to the bathroom.</p><p></p><p>Slone leaned under the table to examine what had made Carlito react in such a fashion. “What is it?” Alexander asked. </p><p></p><p>“Gum.”</p><p></p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p></p><p>Later, Maggie returned with the paydata Alexander sought. </p><p></p><p>“There’s a guy named Keith Summers who comes in from time to time. A regular corporate type. He works down at the facility, ‘cause I read his profile one time when he forgot to switch it off after work.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you have his access code or his physical address,” asked the elf.</p><p></p><p>“I might,” Maggie coyly replied.</p><p></p><p>Alexander slipped her 500 Nuyen via his commlink and Maggie transmitted an ARO with the payment records of Keith’s services as well as his profile’s information, including access code and physical address. “Thanks, sweetie,” said Maggie as she left to serve another customer.</p><p></p><p>Alexander articulated the plan, “Alright, here’s the score. We’re going to show up at this guy’s house first thing in the morning and blackmail him into getting us into the compound. Now, Carlito, you’re going to go to the medical building over here.” Alexander pointed to a shared ARO depicting the layout of the complex in 3-D. The schematic had been part of the file the Tommy had provided them prior to the ferry incident. “Once we get in the medical building, you go take care of the testing while Slone and I head to the admin building and bust-up the data-center. According to the file Tommy gave us, we have until tomorrow morning to get this job done.”</p><p></p><p>“Should be simple enough,” sighed Carlito – he had had a long night.</p><p></p><p>“It’s never that simple,” argued Slone. </p><p></p><p>The Troll needed to relax, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like we have some time to kill.” Slone stood and walked up the stairs which groaned under his massive 350kg weight load. Alexander smiled and moved to follow Slone. “You coming, Carlito?”</p><p></p><p>Carlito shook his head no. Alexander shrugged and followed the troll up to the bordello.</p><p></p><p>After the duo had left, Carlito grew bored; he took out the alloyed storage unit Tommy had given him and reviewed its readings on his commlink – all normal. Carlito thought about Slone’s earlier comment that things were never as simple as they appear. </p><p></p><p>Carlito called up Dr. Samratha’s email address and sent him a video message, “Dr S., I know it’s late and that some bad things happened yesterday, but I have a favor to ask. I’m going to send you some blood samples for you to test…”</p><p></p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p></p><p>The next morning, Slone and Alexander made their way to the address Maggie had provided. The building was a 10-story middleclass apartment complex that catered to the young hipster crowd whom worked for corps, but hadn’t hit the big-time money yet. </p><p></p><p><em>It’s the state-college crowd</em>, thought Alexander as he watched yuppies leaving from the building for work.</p><p></p><p>Slone and Alexander waited at a street hawker’s food cart across the street. As the duo stood sipping their nova-cafe and waiting for their mark to show-up, Slone asked the elf, “I wonder if Carlito bailed on us? Last night must’ve been a shock for him.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ll see.” Carlito had said he was following up on a lead and that he’d meet them before the run. “Besides, if he doesn’t show up, where’s he gonna go?” Alexander mused.</p><p></p><p>As the troll and the elf watched the building entrance a couple left together. The man fit the picture of Keith Summers that Maggie had provided – but the woman was unknown. The woman had a pinched and wane demeanor. The blonde was tall and willowy like a super model and had the hungry/pissed-off look of one to boot. </p><p></p><p><em>High Maintenance</em>, thought Slone. </p><p></p><p>Alexander quickly scanned the public persona of the women’s commlink. Most commlink users had a public persona which actively connected to the Augmented Reality world surrounding them – the persona program (along with the commlink, RFID tags and wireless networking) was at the heart of the technology which allowed people to experience the Matrix overlaid on top of the real world. Most public persona contained trivial information about their users which helped marketers tailor the individual’s experience of the real world into something better; Augmented Reality streaming straight into the senses. </p><p></p><p>Alexander reviewed the details of the women’s persona – Eileen Summers, a Virgo, Likes to Hike and Dance to trip-hip music, Status:Married.</p><p></p><p><em>It’s the philandering that gets them everytime</em>, thought Alexander. “Let me do the talking,” the elf told Slone.</p><p></p><p>The couple kissed briefly and then went their separate ways.</p><p></p><p>Alexander and Slone followed the gentleman for a few blocks and then the elf made his move. The duo approached Keith from behind and Alexander tapped him on the shoulder, “Excused me sir, can I have a word?”</p><p></p><p>“No, frag off,” replied the salaryman without even looking at the elf.</p><p></p><p>Slone stepped in front of Summers and said, “No really, we just want a word.”</p><p></p><p>“Hey, look, I don’t want any trouble,” replied the salaryman backing up from the huge troll.</p><p></p><p>The elf assured the young man, “Neither do we, why don’t you step over here so we can chat?” Without waiting for a response, the elf led Keith off the sidewalk into an adjacent alley a few feet, but not so far as to scare the young man off.</p><p></p><p>“What’s all this about? I have to get to work.” stated the angry human. </p><p></p><p>“Well, Mr. Summers, this is about your bad habit,” Alexander coyly initiated.</p><p></p><p>“What are you talking about?”</p><p></p><p>“I am referring to your visitations to a certain establishment of ill-repute,” Alexander stated.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know what you mean,” the human replied evasively.</p><p></p><p>“Of course you don’t, that’s why I brought evidence,” Alexander said as he sent an ARO to Keith containing the payment history from Olga’s. “You know, infidelity is grounds for no-fault divorce – it can be very costly – very costly indeed,” mused the elf.</p><p></p><p>“What the frag do you want?” sighed the human as he scanned the receipts.</p><p></p><p>“We want you to assist us in a matter – we want to gain admittance to your place of work,” stated the elf matter-of-factly.</p><p></p><p>“No way – forget it.” The human turned away back to the street.</p><p></p><p><em>Corp before Family, He must make his boss proud</em>, thought Slone as he grabbed Keith by the shoulder and <em>leaned</em> a bit.</p><p></p><p>“Owww, stop it,” cried the over-powered human.</p><p></p><p><em>Screw this,</em> thought Alexander. The elf performed a minor shamanic dance and the mojo filled him with astral power. Alexander crafted a Mind Probe spell and investigated the human’s deepest conscious thoughts. <em>He’s hiding something</em>, discovered the elf., <em>but what?</em> Probing further, Alexander discovered Keith’s true secret.</p><p></p><p>“Your wife’s turning into a ghoul,” the elf stated out loud. Slone dropped his hand from Keith’s shoulder like it was on fire. The human’s shoulders slumped.</p><p></p><p>“It would be a shame for your corporate masters to know that your wife is infected with HMHVV; I hear that Ghouls aren’t covered under most health plans,” smirked the elf.</p><p></p><p>Rubbing his face, the human replied, “Okay, what do you want?” </p><p></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>A nuclear error, but I have no fear</em></p> <p style="text-align: right"><em>London is drowning-and I live by the river</em></p> <p style="text-align: right">The Clash, <em>London Calling</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Zen_Pollo, post: 4606120, member: 11404"] [b]Chapter 1: Legwork[/b] [RIGHT][I]A nuclear error, but I have no fear[/I] The Clash, [I]London Calling[/I][/RIGHT] [I]Setting:[/I] Olga’s Tea Room, Tacoma. The first floor of this Russian-style tea room featured a sitting area with semi-circular booths lining the walls and set along a row in the middle of the room. The garish red upholstery clashed with the green wall paint and gilt edging on the architectural moldings. The room gave off the impression the interior designer watched the Nutcracker Suite on Synth-Acid and vomited up borscht and double-distilled vodka onto the dancing bears. A rumpled Alexander, Slone and Carlito slid into a sticky booth in the middle of the room – the corner booths were all taken by couples – middle-aged salaryman with women far too pretty and too interested in them to be the men’s wives. Alexander pulled up the menu-ARO and submitted a request for three cups of the (not-so) special-blend. “Good thing I know this place,” remarked Alexander, “I used to come here when I was doing background investigations on stories.” “Yeah, it’s real…nice,” replied the troll, dubiously, “You gonna’ be alright, Carlito?” “Yeah, Yeah, just fine, just fine,” responded Carlito as he quickly stood up, took out a packet of atomo-wipes from his coat and scrubbed down the table. Then, Carlito sat back down and arranged and rearranged the place setting at his seat exactly three times before knocking on the tabletop twice and signaling for the waitress. “That was just a close one, that’s all, just a close one,” Carlito said as he drummed his fingernails on the table top in the same sequence repeatedly. Carlito’s mind still dwelled on the ganger he had shot just an hour before during the ferry attack. “Sure, good thing we were able to ditch the boat nearby – I hate walking,” stated Slone. A few minutes later, a waitress approached carrying their order. The brunette’s features had the perfection only surgery or genetic alteration could provide; getting tax ride-offs for cosmetic enhancements was a nice benefit of working in the entertainment industry. “Do you take soy-cream in your tea, gentlemen?” asked the waitress as she approached the trio. Alexander replied before Carlito could speak, “Of course you can, Double-M!” Maggie Malone exclaimed, “Alexander McQueen! I hardly recognized you. It’s been awhile.” “It sure has Maggie. Is Olga around?” “Oh, you’re looking for THAT; well, why don’t you just head on up like normal, sugar?” Maggie coyly replied. “What’s ‘THAT’, exactly, and why do you have to go upstairs to get it?” queried the scientist. Slone simply looked around the couples in the dark corners and chuckled to himself. “Well…” Maggie coughed delicately and leaned close to the scientist so he could take a good look down her blouse to her augmented cleavage. “OHMYGOODNESS!” exclaimed the scientist. Slone and Alexander guffawed at the up-tight Carlito, but Carlito wasn’t paying attention. Carlito jumped up and broke out the entire pack of atomo-wipes from his jacket pocket and began to scrub furiously everywhere he had been in contact with the furniture. While the egghead had an anxiety attack, Alexander explained to Maggie what the trio sought. “Look, we’re interested in some paydata. We’re working on a lead and we’d like to know about the Shiawase-Tacoma Transmission Components Corporation down the road,” Alexander explained. “You mean, the STTC?” replied Maggie, “Sure, I might know a regular customer that works there – let me go find out.” “You’re the best, Mags,” cooed Alexander. Meanwhile, Carlito finally calmed down enough to pay attention to his circumstances. “This is madness, what are we doing in a…a….?” Carlito was at a loss for words. “A Russian tea room?” supplied Slone. Carlito shuddered. “Listen, Carlito, Maggie knows people in Tacoma,” related Alexander, “All the riff-raff of a certain caliber make their way through this joint. If Maggie has paydirt on anyone that works in that complex; that’s our in…” Carlito relaxed and placed his hands on his knees under the table. The back of Carlito’s hand brushed against a sticky, viscous substance lodged under the table. The scientist’s eyes bulged for moment and then he ran screaming to the bathroom. Slone leaned under the table to examine what had made Carlito react in such a fashion. “What is it?” Alexander asked. “Gum.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later, Maggie returned with the paydata Alexander sought. “There’s a guy named Keith Summers who comes in from time to time. A regular corporate type. He works down at the facility, ‘cause I read his profile one time when he forgot to switch it off after work.” “Do you have his access code or his physical address,” asked the elf. “I might,” Maggie coyly replied. Alexander slipped her 500 Nuyen via his commlink and Maggie transmitted an ARO with the payment records of Keith’s services as well as his profile’s information, including access code and physical address. “Thanks, sweetie,” said Maggie as she left to serve another customer. Alexander articulated the plan, “Alright, here’s the score. We’re going to show up at this guy’s house first thing in the morning and blackmail him into getting us into the compound. Now, Carlito, you’re going to go to the medical building over here.” Alexander pointed to a shared ARO depicting the layout of the complex in 3-D. The schematic had been part of the file the Tommy had provided them prior to the ferry incident. “Once we get in the medical building, you go take care of the testing while Slone and I head to the admin building and bust-up the data-center. According to the file Tommy gave us, we have until tomorrow morning to get this job done.” “Should be simple enough,” sighed Carlito – he had had a long night. “It’s never that simple,” argued Slone. The Troll needed to relax, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like we have some time to kill.” Slone stood and walked up the stairs which groaned under his massive 350kg weight load. Alexander smiled and moved to follow Slone. “You coming, Carlito?” Carlito shook his head no. Alexander shrugged and followed the troll up to the bordello. After the duo had left, Carlito grew bored; he took out the alloyed storage unit Tommy had given him and reviewed its readings on his commlink – all normal. Carlito thought about Slone’s earlier comment that things were never as simple as they appear. Carlito called up Dr. Samratha’s email address and sent him a video message, “Dr S., I know it’s late and that some bad things happened yesterday, but I have a favor to ask. I’m going to send you some blood samples for you to test…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, Slone and Alexander made their way to the address Maggie had provided. The building was a 10-story middleclass apartment complex that catered to the young hipster crowd whom worked for corps, but hadn’t hit the big-time money yet. [I]It’s the state-college crowd[/I], thought Alexander as he watched yuppies leaving from the building for work. Slone and Alexander waited at a street hawker’s food cart across the street. As the duo stood sipping their nova-cafe and waiting for their mark to show-up, Slone asked the elf, “I wonder if Carlito bailed on us? Last night must’ve been a shock for him.” “We’ll see.” Carlito had said he was following up on a lead and that he’d meet them before the run. “Besides, if he doesn’t show up, where’s he gonna go?” Alexander mused. As the troll and the elf watched the building entrance a couple left together. The man fit the picture of Keith Summers that Maggie had provided – but the woman was unknown. The woman had a pinched and wane demeanor. The blonde was tall and willowy like a super model and had the hungry/pissed-off look of one to boot. [I]High Maintenance[/I], thought Slone. Alexander quickly scanned the public persona of the women’s commlink. Most commlink users had a public persona which actively connected to the Augmented Reality world surrounding them – the persona program (along with the commlink, RFID tags and wireless networking) was at the heart of the technology which allowed people to experience the Matrix overlaid on top of the real world. Most public persona contained trivial information about their users which helped marketers tailor the individual’s experience of the real world into something better; Augmented Reality streaming straight into the senses. Alexander reviewed the details of the women’s persona – Eileen Summers, a Virgo, Likes to Hike and Dance to trip-hip music, Status:Married. [I]It’s the philandering that gets them everytime[/I], thought Alexander. “Let me do the talking,” the elf told Slone. The couple kissed briefly and then went their separate ways. Alexander and Slone followed the gentleman for a few blocks and then the elf made his move. The duo approached Keith from behind and Alexander tapped him on the shoulder, “Excused me sir, can I have a word?” “No, frag off,” replied the salaryman without even looking at the elf. Slone stepped in front of Summers and said, “No really, we just want a word.” “Hey, look, I don’t want any trouble,” replied the salaryman backing up from the huge troll. The elf assured the young man, “Neither do we, why don’t you step over here so we can chat?” Without waiting for a response, the elf led Keith off the sidewalk into an adjacent alley a few feet, but not so far as to scare the young man off. “What’s all this about? I have to get to work.” stated the angry human. “Well, Mr. Summers, this is about your bad habit,” Alexander coyly initiated. “What are you talking about?” “I am referring to your visitations to a certain establishment of ill-repute,” Alexander stated. “I don’t know what you mean,” the human replied evasively. “Of course you don’t, that’s why I brought evidence,” Alexander said as he sent an ARO to Keith containing the payment history from Olga’s. “You know, infidelity is grounds for no-fault divorce – it can be very costly – very costly indeed,” mused the elf. “What the frag do you want?” sighed the human as he scanned the receipts. “We want you to assist us in a matter – we want to gain admittance to your place of work,” stated the elf matter-of-factly. “No way – forget it.” The human turned away back to the street. [I]Corp before Family, He must make his boss proud[/I], thought Slone as he grabbed Keith by the shoulder and [I]leaned[/I] a bit. “Owww, stop it,” cried the over-powered human. [I]Screw this,[/I] thought Alexander. The elf performed a minor shamanic dance and the mojo filled him with astral power. Alexander crafted a Mind Probe spell and investigated the human’s deepest conscious thoughts. [I]He’s hiding something[/I], discovered the elf., [I]but what?[/I] Probing further, Alexander discovered Keith’s true secret. “Your wife’s turning into a ghoul,” the elf stated out loud. Slone dropped his hand from Keith’s shoulder like it was on fire. The human’s shoulders slumped. “It would be a shame for your corporate masters to know that your wife is infected with HMHVV; I hear that Ghouls aren’t covered under most health plans,” smirked the elf. Rubbing his face, the human replied, “Okay, what do you want?” [RIGHT][I]The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river[/I] The Clash, [I]London Calling[/I][/RIGHT] [/QUOTE]
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