[gilga]

Full of confidence trying to establish his dominance Marco fearlessly approaches the Orc.

“No no no... this is NOT how it is done. You my friend are a very bad salesman. If I am to invest in your little venture you’d definitely need to change your attitude.
The name is Sam Webster, I am your new strategic consultant. I already talked to your short friend and now I am talking to you. It took 5 minutes to find you... So if you were trying to hide it was not working very well for you...   you guys are not using your resources right - you are fighting over crumbs instead of having a big pie... Comon man,  selling it in this pathetic place for 20 apiece?! you could easily get 40 selling it in a more upscale place. Will only cost you guys 10 percent consultant fee... I am actually doing you a favor, because I am new in town...  But before we start you give that partner of yours a comm call saying that you two are cool because he is a little paranoid and it is  very bad for business.”

[Mercy Merchant]

Still smoking, Yelena next opens a link to her friends.  <Arc and Marco.  Is Yelena.  Have news.  Went Blindside and he give name of PI to help find Sam.  Name is Jedediah Early.  Yelena sent message for meet.  Other news.  Lawyer man Gregor call Yelena.  Want talk at club.  Yelena going.  Sending comm code for PI so you can call if Yelena tied up at club.  Yelena take drone.>

Yelena finishes the cigar as she summons the micro drone back to her and mounts the Scorp, firing it into action.  She smiles at the roar of the hog's mighty engine and cruises out of the parking lot.  She turns onto the street and heads for the club while she opens a channel back to Gregor.  <Gregor.  Is Yelena.  Can come now, but not dressed for club.  Yelena come back door or need change?>

[ismilealot]

@ Yelena >>You can come through the back. I wasn't expecting you to be dressed to party.<<

[ismilealot]

@ Marco  The orc just looks at you dumbfounded an confused. You can tell he has no clue what to do next.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena smiles.  Of course the entire call from Gregor could be a set up, but there is always danger in the shadows.  Always.  But it was that very danger that ran through the veins of the true runner and made life worth living.  Marco might never see or feel that, but Yelena would try to get him there.......if he wanted to try.

She takes the bike to the parking area and makes her way to the back door, entering if it is unlocked.  If the door is secured, she will knock.

[SmilinIrish]

@Yelena: Wanderer, my office location is 1264 Valentine Ave, Auburn.  Please initiate a trid call to make the appointment.  I find that it is important to know who I am looking for when someone comes to call.  My hours are flexible.  Please call for the appointment at least an hour prior to the time you would like to meet.

"I wonder if she will be calling tonight, or tomorrow?"  "I had better wash up and put on a clean suit."

Jed levered himself up with his cane and limped back into the workroom of his office that he used for a bedroom.  Grabbing his only spare suit, he made his way into the small bathroom and turned on the water at the sink.  "When I finally get ahead, maybe I'll get a hotel room and take a real shower with hot water."  Fingering the stubble on his face, he decided that with the late hour, he shouldn't be expected to look too presentable.  Not smelling bad should be enough.  "Snotty Keebs.  I'll be damned if I kiss their asses."  He felt a moment of shame as Bunny's face flashed through his mind.  There was a day that he would have taken issue with someone using that word around him.  Why was she so persistently pressing on his thoughts today?

[ismilealot]

@ Yelena  The person who looks through the back door looks away for a moment and then opens the door and tells you, "Follow me." He takes you through the side stairway up to a room. It's an office and Gregor is standing with the man from Ambroses's comms that they'd ID'd as a boss. "Yelena, this is Hank. I've told him about your skills." He looks over at Hank. Hank immediately starts speaking, "You've made yourself very well known to several people in a very short time frame. And we can use that. An assoc. of ours has been stealing. We want him dead and his passcodes so that we can recover what he's taken. He's far to paranoid to have it anywhere other than his home where he can keep an eye on it. So, your job is to get in and kill him and then to let our computer specialist in to retrieve our item."

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena catches the call from the PI just as she gets ready to enter the club with the guide.  She holds up a finger, "One minute please.  Need tell friend might be late dinner."  Yelena stops to send a reply to the PI.  <Jedediah.  Is Wanderer.  Can do that.  Going other meeting now.  Call when done.>  She quickly follows that with a second message to Arc and Marco.  <Arc and Marco.  Is Yelena.  At club to meet Gregor.  Going back door.  Had call from PI man.  He want trid call before meet, but seems to available any time.  Address is attached.  If club is trap, call instead of Yelena and have PI man start looking for Sam.>

She shakes her snowy locks and smiles as she closes the links.  Trap or not, she is a predator of the shadows, a survivor.  Her nerves are calm and her will is steel.  Not for the first time does she realize that the call for the drugs that she had been feeling has been muted by the possibility of danger.  She follows the guard to the room and nods to Gregor and Hank, listening to them both.  She remains quiet for a moment then pulls out her case.  She holds it up in a silent question and will take a cigar from it if the men do not object.  Lighting it she draws a couple of times before responding.  "Yelena interested.  Usually kill from distance now, but can do up close.  Yelena has questions.  Who is target?  Where is target?  Is time must be done or can Yelena have time prepare?  Have exit plan or must Yelena devise?  How much want pay Yelena?"

[gilga]

Marco is a little amused: thinking “he has no idea what to do, so it should be me that tells him what to do... this is the most vulnerable state a person can be. Once he starts cooperating he’ll feel in too deep to change his mind. “

He confidently say as if he is running the show already:
“Don’t just stand there... show me exactly what you have, my time is expensive kido.. you want to sell it all quickly don’t you?... I should be doing some legwork rather than just watching you age.”

“Definitely not Sam...”, but Marco had a beginning of a plan that included these two clowns and the parking lot of the club. Someone sending a couple of drug dealers to sell their goods outside the club will draw a lot of attention, and if they give the right business card Marco may be able to schedule a business meeting with the club boss. There is a gang war and everything - everybody will be extra edgy. Nobody will think that some clown that suddenly dares to step in and take some business from the club is just a clown. They will have to see who they are up against... or so Marco was hoping.

When Marco has some spare moment, he text back.
Marco then texts Yelena <<Dear Yelena, I am crazy about you and miss you already.  - if there is any way you can meet him someplace open to the outside air I can have your back... but I need your pretty face to be visible from outside the cub.

[ismilealot]

@ Yelena  Hank nods his ok for the cigarette and then begins answering your questions. "Joshua Snowden. President of Williamson & Peppard pharmaceuticals. He's a bachelor, and been almost a hermit since his last divorce. His ex-husband took almost everything and Snowden's pretty much locked himself away, does most things by computer. I'd like the job done as soon as possible so that we can get what we need. But no later than 56 hrs from now. Exit plan is all yours, but it should be easy once Snowden is dead. And as to pay, I believe the usual fee for a company prez is $10k."

@ Marco  The orc, Joshua looks at you and nods his head and then rushes to get his product out for inspection. He looks up at you, "Like this?"

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc was standing behind and off to the side of Marco during the exchange, arms crossed in an combined effort to stay warm and look tough.  Since the male elf seemed to be (very easily) in complete control of the situation, the human girl took the time to read and respond to Yelena's texts.

<<@Yelena {Arc}>>
<<Thanks for heads up.  Your turn to make good results, Srui, haha .  Job offer?  We talk later, but if you need help we can spot yeh.  I'll give you an hour before I get worried, then we can group trid call this hoop.  Word>>

Glancing back over, she focused just in time to see the ork Jonah opening his stash.  She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she tried to identify the goods...assessing that any major gang in the area would likely mark this TSTL tusker as el primo prey.

[Triskavanski]

Ambrose did not go to the yacht first. As each hospital was likely to have different keycards, and ID structures as well as icons and other things, he absolutely needed to scope the place out first.  And so he did. It was a rather simple walk around the place looking around for the clinic of the hospital, his little camera recording everything it could, including the employees and what their cards look like.

"I've had a bit of a headache." he says to the front counter of the clinic. A rather common problem with people of advanced years, He could make a few common illnesses. Nothing grand, simple here was key.  No one could disprove his own pain he felt, they could only prove he didn't have some crazy disease. He waited in the waiting room for the moment, watching people come and go, and just who was working.

The check came and went, the nurse informing him he was a tad dehydrated and to drink more fluids, as his headache went away mysteriously after being given a glass of water. With the film in hand, the last thing was to see if he could get someone's card, a rather tricky little aspect to be sure, as he wasn't as spry as he used to be. Minimizing the amount of people around came first, the old man moving to the smoking zone. He needed to get someone going off duty if he was going to do this, and so he waited.

Finally if an employee would come out, and go to the bus stop, that was when he'd move to take his target. Getting on the same bus as them, real nonchalant like, watching them to see where they put their card. He'd only have a moment to do this. Moving through the bus past the employee he'd quickly attempt to get the card. The real thing was always better than a fake after all.


Finally going to the yacht the old man sits down with the card. He'd have to work quickly with it, otherwise if the person noticed their card was missing eventually they'd be able to trace back to here. His coat blocked out most signals fairly well, scrambling them in the noise, but that would all change when he began to work on the card. The first thing was to make a fake that looked exactly like this, even had the access codes, only wasn't able to be traced by the person he stole it from.

[spoiler]
Filming the undercover video: 11d6t5 4
Slight of hand to take card: 9d6t5 5  Anyone trying to see him steal the card takes a -6 to their perception checks.
Forgery: 14d6t5 5
Bonus Dice for Forgery: 4d6t5 2

[/spoiler]

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena looks from one man to the other as she finishes her cigar.  After tapping off the long ash, she strips the butt and places the remains in her pocket before responding.  "Is start.  But must think club men have used amateurs in past.  Yelena price this sort of job much higher."  She smiles and shrugs.  "But Yelena willing to go lower for first time.  May be other times, yes?  So Yelena start negotiations at 20K.  Time factor add 10K.  Yelena has references.  Check with Virtual Goddess.  Can give link if do not have.  And Yelena never work for all at end.  Must be some up front."

"Yelena need plans of house and security setup.  Man uses computers so might have good security.  Yelena know good matrix man to take security down, but will cost more to pay man.  Also need personal data on target.  You tell Yelena that he has ex-husband, so he likes men?  Give Yelena all personal data.  Man dead in time you want."

Yelena looks back and forth between the two men.  "Yelena can wait while Hank and Gregor talk things out.  Yelena is professional of high quality.  Not punk on street with gun.  No trail of breadcrumbs back to club men.  Want man dead or take chance on amateur?"

[gilga]

Marco makes a serious face, then a disappointed face: “No brand... just generic stuff... this won’t fly under my watch. We need a brand! Something catchy... New formula! 100% natural ingredients... it is not going to be 20 a piece that’s too low! people are suspicious when you sell them cheap drugs... they question what’s inside... they need to pay a lot to appreciate it man. Deluxe drugs! that’s it! With a name like that we are talking at least 50 a piece."
Marco then uses his authoritative tone.
"Now hurry up... load these babies to the car. We are not getting any younger, there is so much work to do! We need to repack with a big logo and a brand. Otherwise they won’t sell for 50 apiece.  We’ll contact you soon when we are ready to market. You guys are going to be *Sooo* rich!" He gives the orc a serious look. 

[ismilealot]

Tues Dec. 9th 15:30

@ Arc  Jaime calls you, >>Hey sweetie, Sail says how soon do you need it, cause depending on when it is depends on whether or not he can do it. Otherwise he can maybe recommend someone. And Henry says is 18:45 ok for dinner. Maya has soccer practice today and they won't be home until 18:30.<<

@ Ambrose  As Ambrose is riding back on the bus he smiles to himself. It had been almost childs play to accomplish this. He'd made his mistakes when he was younger. Trying to look like a visitor. Taking a badge off someone who was still working. Getting the badge traced back to him. Being to impatient. But, he hadn't survived this long by not learning from his mistakes and now he had the skills and the experience to back it up. The badge said the guy he'd taken it from was a RT. And not the type to pay attention to much Ambrose thought from watching him on the bus. He'll never know he's missing it until he actually needs it Ambrose thought. Once he got onto the yacht he made himself a pot of coffee and a sandwich. Dried, packaged, safety sealed food like this tended to taste a bit like stale cardboard, but these obviously hadn't been packed to long ago because they weren't to bad, and at least the coffee was good. The it was time to get to work. It was always a pleasure working with top notch tools and the cabin was actually set up for work and with no distractions Ambrose was able to do a quality job.

@ Marco  The orc moves to pack everything into the car and is almost done when a thought finally penetrates his thick skull. "Wait, you aint paid me." he stands there glowering at you. "If you don't pay me you can't have the drugs." he crosses his arms across his chest and gets a mulish expression on his face.

@ Yelena  Hank and Gregor exchange glances and Gregor makes a quarter-turn away from you. In a few minutes Gregor looks at Hank and says, "She checks out. Codename Wanderer, A hundred and thirty-seven confirmed kills. No jail time since working with Virtual Godess, and we now have a 5% fee for using her asset." He looks at you, "Ten k up front and Fifteen when you finish the job. We've already got a guy to handle the security. You'll work with him."

@ Jedediah  Even cold the water is gone to quick, but it feels good to clean up. He hasn't been able to take a real bath since rehab. And all of those early baths had been out of the sink as well. He remembers his first full shower and how good that had felt. Well, maybe this job will let him pay for some hot water. But rent and food had to come first. Still, it was hard not to be a little optimistic at his first chance at work since the accident. But, his leg was starting to throb again, he'd better take something, he couldn't afford to look like he couldn't handle whatever the job threw at him.