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Post by admiral9 on Sept 18, 2015 5:14:07 GMT
"Strict blazing yo." Binh responded to hearing this news, barely 20 seconds later he wondered to himself what strict blazing even meant, he disregarded it as just cool enough to stick.
"Could we be informed how much time we have until our first operation, MC Krul?" He inquired afterwards, realizing from the mans wealth that even he had to at least attempt to show respect when asking something.
He was not one to trust his comrades which was why he was glad he got seperate accomodations but even then he needed time to research them, aside from that there was the planning required for properly using his posse during the operation itself... and he needed to finish his backlog of anime, these were all priorities for him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 17:48:44 GMT
Both Mr Krol and Friedrich looked at Binh as if the dwarf had sprouted a second head, Friedrich muttered something no one quite heard before Mr Krol cut him off, "Anyways, in answer to your question Mr Binh," He paused for a moment, "Sorry, Mr Dead Drop Dorf." He corrected himself with a slight hint of disgust at the name. "Your first operation will be tonight, the details of which have been loaded onto a number of, what is the term, Burner? PDAs already located at your housing." He turned to the girl, "As for Ms Dragonfly's question, the lodging we have arranged for you is quite standard for people of your vocation, additionally it has the added benefit of Friedrich having, impressed upon the local gang leaders the importance of who will be staying there, you will be quite safe. And away from the prying eyes of certain parties who are very interested in you." He said with a smile.
He glanced at Wotan before turning to the final member of the group, "And what of you Mr Reznya? Are their any questions I can answer for you?"
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Post by melissia on Sept 19, 2015 1:32:18 GMT
Half of a day to prepare, that SHOULD be enough for her. At least, she didn't really have that much to set up in her new abode. Her other drone was already carrying her equipment to the location sent to her, which wasn't very much admittedly. She had to travel light, given that she's lived in squatted houses for the past month.
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Post by Warork on Sept 19, 2015 9:03:54 GMT
An old man with more money than time left on Earth and his beef bound orc bodyguard...how very...original, thought Aleski as he stood in place impassively. He'd seen too many such sights in his years for them to phase him anymore. It was, quite frankly, amusing to him to see just how many things about shadowrunning were so painfully predictable. Aleski was vaguely aware that the current inhabitants of the room were now talking but he was barely listening. He was more focused on this hulk of an orc standing before him, falling into the old soldier's habit of sizing up a potential threat and mentally running through the best ways to neutralize that threat. Aleski was about halfway through making such a contingency plan when he heard his name uttered by his new employer.
"You seem like an intelligent man, Mister Krol so I'll assume you've done your research." He started in a vaguely level voice made of heavily accented English. "If so, there are two things you should know are inevitable when you hire me: The job gets done and I get paid." Aleski cocked his head slightly to the side in an aloof gesture. "So in answer to your question, boss, the only question I have is where do we start?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:07:15 GMT
Mr Krol smiled at Reznya, "Все еще один солдат Мистер Алески?" He asked in flawless Russian. Reznya frowned but said nothing. "In answer to your question, you start outside, where you will find a pair of Danes in a falling apart van to escort you to your housing. There you will find your PDAs with the job details on them, as well as four blank metro passes which Ms Dragonfly should easily be able to program for you and prepaid credsticks to cover any on the job expenses." He looked around the assorted group before he spoke again, "Now then, I am quite tired now, so if there are no other questions I should like for you four to depart."
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Post by melissia on Sept 19, 2015 23:26:33 GMT
Dragonfly shrugs, and leaves, heading to the place-- her modified LEBO-1 already scoping the place out. Her little drone, Bitey, lands on her hair looking like nothing more than a pretty ornament. Her matrix presence was even more subtle, leaving no evidence that it was even there-- a ghost in the machine.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 19:36:59 GMT
Lacking anything else to discuss the group turned and followed Dragonfly out, arriving outside they found a pair of rough looking men conversing nervously in Danish in front of a badly rusted van with the words "blod høge" spray painted on the side. The pair nervously looked the group up and down before glancing at one of the suited men that seemed to infest the manor grounds, the man nodded and one of the men beckoned for the group to follow him, opening the back of the van and climbing in as his companion hopped in the driver's seat. The group of runners piled in and the van drove away.
The long ride to the city was undertaken in silence, each runner lost in thought or simply not wishing to speak openly in front of their host, who for his part, looked unhappy enough as is without everyone trying to talk and so the ride was silent. After a few hours the van slowed down and pulled to a halt, the man motioned for everyone to get out. Outside the group found themselves in front of a rundown apartment complex, half of the windows were boarded up and piles of refuse had built up around the building, a cursory glance around revealed other buildings in the area weren't in much better condition. The man who had ridden with them tapped on Rezyna's shoulder before addressing him in broken and heavily accented English, "You, you tell Krol, blod høge do job, debt pay." With that he jumped into the van and slammed the doors shut before the vehicle tore off down the street. A light rain poured down upon the group as they observed the building. "I suppose this must be the place." Binh said. Dragonfly muttered unhappily as the group approached the entrance. Pushing open the door they found the inside to look not much better than the outside, a surly looking troll sat behind the front desk, casually leveling a shotgun on the group. "Czy masz rezerwacji?" He asked.
"o tak," Wotan said taking a step forward, "Pan Król zastrzeżone nam pokoju."
The troll raised an eyebrow, "Król Hę?" He shrugged and set the gun down, pulling open a drawer he threw a key card to Wotan. "Pokój 306, energii elektrycznej i połączeń Matrix prace, wody i powietrza nie, automaty znajdują się na końcu sali." He leaned back in his chair and resumed reading a magazine as the group filed to the stairwell. Slowly they picked threw the litter and garbage that piled up in the stairway as they made their way to the third floor. The door to room 306 swung open with a loud creak as they entered, finding the room to be in not much better condition than the rest of the building. A brief examination of the apartment found one bedroom with a closet and a bed, upon which four blank metro passes, four prepaid credsticks with 2,000 Nuyen each loaded onto them and four unregistered PDAs rested. One bathroom with no running water and one living area with a filthy couch, an empty kitchenette and an aging Matrix terminal.
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Post by melissia on Sept 21, 2015 23:35:41 GMT
The four of them found a modified, repainted police drone staring at them when they reached the door, holding the four passes, which Dragonfly took. She had to make sure to load up the tags on the metro passes to look perfectly standard and legitimate-- it wasn't too hard to do-- with rough basic info about each one. "If there's any details you want me to put on here to match some kind of fake identity you have or have in mind, say it now before it's too late."
She pondered pocketing all the money for herself, but decided not to, and distributed out the credsticks to the others at the same time as the passes.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 22, 2015 2:22:45 GMT
"What a wonderful place we've discovered," muttered Wotan in english, under his breath. He lifted up a mattress and looked under it. Something looked back. He sighed and let it fall. "Not the worst place I've ever been in at least. Reznya, you remember the dump in prague?" The russian nodded. "Could not get the smell out of my clothing for three days."
He chose the least lice-infested bed and dumped his bag on it.
"So," he said, sinking into the nearby armchair. "I suppose we all better get to know each other."
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Post by Warork on Sept 22, 2015 6:00:11 GMT
"Hold on." Aleski said, cutting Wotan off as he stood in front of the only window in the apartment not boarded up. He looked down to the street outside, ah, the slums. It was good to be back. "Before we go telling each other things we probably wont remember by the end of this...Does anyone else feel like we've been told less than we should have been?"
Aleski turned back towards the room and examined each of his fellow runners' blank expressions. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Kroll but he seemed to know an awful lot about us, has anyone here even heard of him?"
"He said other people were interested in us too." Wotan pointed out. Aleski was silent for a moment, checking his watch idly.
"Something about this doesn't smell right." He said, shaking his head. "It doesn't feel like a normal job even though Kroll seems to want us to think it is..." He trailed off, turning his gaze back out of the window, to the street below, his eyes always searching for a threat...or a target.
"Stay on your toes, comrades." He finished softly.
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