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    Messages in Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
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Nomad D2
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Moving on up

Ok, so Fixer was going to be part of the 'in-crowd.'  There was a first for everything, right?  He grinned a bit behind his mask enjoying his own little inside joke.  Hey, it made him laugh, and not much seemed worth a laugh right now.  Especially that look in Casiino's eyes.  He thought he understood where it came from - he hoped he had a friend who would come after him like that some day.  But for now he had this crew, motley as it was.  

"Rya Mendez, here we come."  This time he spoke out loud. he wasn't sure why, just to express his willingness to move.  "Gholan, you might want to give us a few quick signals.  Something like, One:  Gang coming in front door.  Two:  Second team on site.  Three:  Run Like Hell.  Four:  Hurry, but still clear.  I don't know.  You decide.  Keep it simple since the airwaves aren't clean, but it doesn't do much good to have a scout who can't let us know what he has scouted."  He passed that topic off to the sniper and turned to the others heading into the building.  "Lead on.  A delux apartment in the sky awaits.  Or at least a dump on the 6th floor.  Lets hope we can close out this gig quickly. "

As they moved towards the door he did a quick mental rundown of all of his gear.  He did not want to get into a firefight, but also wanted to be ready in case he did.  He glanced at Casino as they headed in the door.  "Lets make this a quick one big guy."  



Posted on 2019-06-12 at 18:26:21.

Keeper of Dragons
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After unsucessfully looking for a prime overwatch spot, Ghalan agreed with his partner that the sixth flor would have to do.  "Guess I can fake homeless.  At least for a couple hours."  Just before entereing the room full of vagrants he took out the radio and made a call to the others lettign them know the pair were in position.  He made his way towards a spot where he could at least look out of the building and then flopped on the floor.  One look at him and the others would likely figure he was one to leave alone.  "Now we wait, you keep watch on the riff-raff and I'll watch the outside."  



Posted on 2019-06-12 at 18:50:07.

Bromern Sal
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X00032:7.Y00001:12.Z00054:4, Building Across the Street from Rya Mendez's Listed Address  | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 8:02 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

After unsuccessfully looking for a prime overwatch spot, Ghalan agreed with his partner that the sixth floor would have to do.

"Guess I can fake homeless. At least for a couple of hours." Just before entering the room full of vagrants he took out the radio and made a call to the others letting them know the pair were in position. He made his way towards a spot where he could at least look out of the building and then flopped on the floor. One look at him and the others would likely figure he was one to leave alone. "Now we wait, you keep watch on the riff-raff and I'll watch the outside." 

"Sure," Blossom mumbles as she sweeps her trenchcoat underneath her and drops into a cross-legged position. "Keep an eye on the riff-raff. Oh! While you're at it, tap into the govs surveillance cameras and watch out for any sweep teams lookin' anxious to sink their teeth into our pretty little asses." Affecting a higher pitched voice but still keeping her volume low, the netrunner continues. "Sure thing, boss. Want me to massage yer head while I'm at it?" The rest of her mumbling falls too low beneath her breath for even Ghlahn's enhanced hearing to pick up. 

Accessing her presets through her agent, the little Asian sets about seeking access nodes. The UrbanZone is notorious for its lack of police overwatch and video surveillance by the city is a rare thing indeed. Her hope is that she can piggyback on a dealer's security system, one of the local Alt-cult's, or even just a civy or two. As luck would have it, she finds just what she was looking for. 

"Datawall," she mutters, "easy enough... too easy... who do you belong to, little datawall?" Pulling her sleeve back, she mentally commands her keyboard to emerge from her bracer. Fingers are flying across the coder's keys almost before the board has settled its motion. "That's what I thought. Can't hide from me, silly billy." 

Sighting in on the windows of the sixth floor, Ghlahn is quickly disappointed by his lack of insight into what's going on behind the walls of the building. A good infrared scanner would be delightful about now, but even his infrared sight can't penetrate the thickness of these walls at this distance.


X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, Rya Mendez’s Listed Address (Inside)  | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 8:10 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Ok, so I'm going to be part of the 'in-crowd.' There is a first for everything, right? Fixer grins a bit behind his mask, enjoying his own little inside joke. It made him laugh, and not much seemed worth a laugh right now. Especially that look in Casino's eyes. He thinks he understands where it comes from. He can only hope he has a friend who would come after him like that someday. But for now, he has this crew, motley as it is.  

"Rya Mendez, here we come." This time he speaks out loud. he isn't sure why; perhaps just to express his willingness to move.  "Ghlahn, you might want to give us a few quick signals. Something like one click, gang coming in the front door. Two, the second team is on site. Three, Run Like Hell. Four, hurry, but everything is still clear. I don't know. You decide. Keep it simple since the airwaves aren't clean, but it doesn't do much good to have a scout who can't let us know what he has scouted." The techie passes that topic off to the sniper and turns to the others heading into the building.

"Lead on. A deluxe apartment in the sky awaits... or at least a dump on the 6th floor. Let's hope we can close out this gig quickly."

As they moved towards the door Fixer performs a quick mental rundown of all of his gear. He does not want to get into a firefight but also wants to be ready in case he does. Glancing at Casino as they head in the door he offers, "Let's make this a quick one big guy."

Taking the lead as Charlie’s bodyguard, Casino has to stop himself from laughing out loud. In reality, given different circumstances, he was the last person Charlie should want as a bodyguard. Casino is just as liable to kill the fixer as protect him.
However, if this is the quickest way to recover this kid and get this run done, then the large solo is all for it. In his mind, his real priority is to find Vegas and do some killing of the people holding him.

As the wanna-be fixer bangs on (hopefully) the right door, Casino does as he is supposed to, looking at everything and everyone with his amped up vision. Though his face is hidden behind the crow mask, his eyes are unobstructed, leaving any who might pass under the gaze a chance to face Death looking back at them. Leaving nothing to chance, anything he thinks is out of the ordinary receives a closer look using his telescopic vision. For now, all he can do is act the part of Charlie’s ‘bodyguard’ and hope things move along quickly.

*THUMP THUMP THUMP*

“Rya? Is that you?” Cred Stick Charlie calls through the door after soundly thumping on it. He waits a few seconds, then...

*THUMP THUMP THUMP*

“I’m Mister Body... as in Nobody, so let me set this straight. All comms have been compromised, I’m playing clean up man for God-knows-who. Why things are messed up I don’t know. Questions are above my pay grade so don’t ask, Choomba. So, either open this door up now or you can take the heat because this kitchen is now on fire, you feel me, Player?  

"If you want to call someone and let them know where the kids is at, please go right ahead so that I can leave this place and read about it in the screamsheet later, so... please do so." Charlie attempts to whisper in passive threats and confidence but what is a con man after all but someone who runs a series of lies to get what he wants.

"I don't no nothin' about no kid," a strong but mature female voice seeps through the door. "Go away. It's early."

“I’m here to move the kid, so that makes me the clean up as well as the bag man today." Luther smiles a toothy grin that perhaps the Reefers would recognize as a friendly warning and leans into the door. “Clean, fix, transport... as long as the creds are good, I’m—" Charlie would have done the unthinkable when he was younger and stick one of his 100 credit shoes in the doorway but no dice here with a closed door and a wiser businessman. 

Sighing aloud, he continues his full-court press, "Choomba, are you really going to leave me out here in the hallway? Don’t make me mess these faux gator cut wing tips up because I have no shame in taking it out of your cut, ¿Entiendes?”  (understand?/Spanish)

"I said there's no kid here," the voice forcefully insists. "Now go away, you're bothering my neighbors."

Charlie feels the hostility in the voice and attempts to cast doubt, hoping to prevent anyone on the other side of the door from checking with others by furthering the compromised operation front. “Look... I’m just one man... You got the kid, let's get everyone to a safe house, the quicker the better before the heat gets hotter.”

Placing his hands on the metal frame of the door as if holding it up, he leans into the door. Gazing down the hall past Casino and the others, acting as if they don’t exist, he turns his face back to the door.

“Look, miss...” standing straighter, he holds up his false cred stick so that if someone is watching through the peephole they should be able to see the color of it. “I just want to do my job and get you, Rya, the boy, and anyone else out of here, pronto. You feel me? How many am I transporting today? Look, it don’t matter... just open up and let me in.”

"I give you the count of three," the elderly voice hisses. "Then you got real trouble if you are still here."

"Stubborn old gray-hair," Echo mutters. "Now what?"

"Still not going to condone hurting the elderly..." Bloodbank trails off.

 



Posted on 2019-06-19 at 18:25:39.

Nomad D2
RDI Fixture
Karma: 47/5
2277 Posts


Con men who can't con a woman

Fixer stoof near the back of the group away from the door.  He was out of site of any view from the door - the gig was that only one person was out there.  But he could hear the dialogue and knew the great negotiator was not getting great results at the moment.  And now a threat.  Great.  This wasn't his call at this point and he had no idea what they would do next. Bust in the door?  Continue talking?  Hard to tell.

He took a look at the door - was there any kind of electronic security there or anywhere else in the hallway?  He scanned as much as he could.  What else was there for him to do?  He also looked around at the doors to other residences (Assuming there are some) to see if there was anything there - or anyone taking note of what was ahppening in the hallway.  

Of course, Rya Mendez was just one of the possibilities for an employee that might be involved in all of this.  There had been others.  Time was ticking . . .  



Posted on 2019-06-19 at 19:09:11.

TannTalas
Trilogy Master
RDI Staff
Karma: 174/117
6258 Posts


Old Women = shit, add fan.

Address, X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5 | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 08:10 AM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Well that did not go as expected  Casino thought to himself as the old women responded to Charlie.

"I give you the count of three," the elderly voice hisses. "Then you got real trouble if you are still here."

If he could Casino would have just smashed the door open and moved in but he knew that was only his fear for Vegas talking, To many variables existed, the boy could be inside and a fire fight could get him shot. The kid not inside, the racket bringing the cops or private law enforcement.. All he could do was get ready for what the elderly meant by “real trouble” Casino had a bad feeling the old women meant the bangers hanging around the building. If that was the case not even Ghalan’s high cover would not help them get back to the car. Crouching down, his back using the wall to steady himself, he primed a fresh round into the HK’s chamber, flipped off the safety, and waited.

 



Posted on 2019-06-19 at 20:13:27.
Edited on 2019-06-19 at 20:16:18 by TannTalas

   
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