[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena takes the opportunity to look around.  Marco had said that he was going to meet someone here.  She signals one of the wandering waiters to order a vodka and slips him an extra 50 nuyen.  "Keep eye on table.  Come with more vodka when glass empty.  Anyone else look for Mr. Marco?"

The small club is not too crowded at this time of the day.  Yelena sees four people at one table and two pairs of men at other tables.  There are a few singles at the bar, but Marco's man could be any of them.  Marco is late.  Marco might not get here and the contact could leave.  She does not want this opportunity to find out something about Sam to slip away.  She stands and says, "Hey.  Anyone see Marco?  Told me wait him here.  Said was with friend."  Sitting back down, she hopes that Marco's contact might come over to her table.

[Ravensoracle]

Blake comes into the place with the same look he "wore" when he met Marco and Ambrose on the boat. No need to confuse the man anymore than necessary. He takes a seat at the bar and waits for the familiar face of  "Sam" to show up. Or maybe Marco would approach with a different face this time. He'd have to wait for whatever was to happen.

He almost cringes when the russian stands and calls out for Marco. He never liked drawing attention to himself. He's not sure if that is Marco in disguise or maybe it's whoever is after Sam and is trying to draw Marco out. He simply waits as he looks for clues as to what is going on. 

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena waits a few moments and stands back up with her drink in her hand.  "Yelena look for Marco.  Anyone see?"  Sitting back down, she waves at the waiter for a refill.

[gilga]

Marco arrives late and does not seem to be in any rush for the meeting, social connections need maintenance and he practically knows anyone in that club. He would probobly spot his guest there very quickly no matter what face he wore, there is nothing spectacular about Joy, this is not the kind of place that people just go to. There are probobly better looking joints even at spitting distance from there. After his social round is over he pick up Blake and say, "Marco, nice to meet you." he escorts them to his regular table where they sat Yelena and when he sees her he gives her the most warm of hugs along with kisses on both cheeks. Despite his emotions, he reminds himself that he really do not know the scary lady all that well.

Marco would not talk business at all.  Instead he'll just treat them to some branch and drinks. Whenever Blake brings up Sebastian, Sam or anything of that sort Marco will skillfully switch the topic of the conversation, to wine, music, sports or anything mundane.

[ismilealot]

@ Arc. As Arc watches, the atrocities are detailed with precision in clear, crisp, high-definition. The starvation, the torture, starving prisoners pushed into cages with one weapon and one scrap of food killing each other, and then left there until the 'winner' ate the decomposing bodies of the losers and died anyway. She lost her breakfast, and then last night's dinner. And when she thought it couldn't get any worse the trids began detailing the experiments. And as Arcs eyes desperately sought something that wasn't those atrocities she found the details. The details that told how these weren't old war crime trids. These were all within the last eighteen months! And all in Eastern Europe.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena feels a bit stupid for making a scene of herself for no apparent benefit and is considering leaving.  *Frag Marco.  Frag meeting.  Frag Sam.  Yelena not wait more.*  She stands to leave, intending to take Marco's things to the bar and telling them to give the drek to him when he finally shows up.  Before she can do more than gather everything under an arm, Marco walks through the door.  Exasperated, she blows a puff of air at the man as he makes his way through almost everyone in the place except her.  Marco stops at one of the men she had noticed earlier; an older, somewhat distinguished man, somewhat unremarkable in feature.  In other words, someone just like 90% of the other customers in the club.  Instead of moving on, Marco shakes his hand and the two begin to walk over to the table.  This man must be who Marco was to meet with and Yelena.............................Yelena is immediately on full alert.  The man looks like he is normal, but Yelena can see that he is not. 

She places the bundle of clothes back on the seat next to her and smiles as the two men approach, but her right hand has not returned to the table.  Yelena uses the distraction to unholster her pistol and place it on the seat beside her, ready for instant use.  Something in the eyes of the new man betrays that he has sensed her action, something that surprises yet does not surprise her.  *Here is man of shadow.  He knows death.  He will see death in Yelena.*  Smiling and picking up her drink in her left hand, she says, "So.  Marco finally come.  Yelena have clothes.  Nice perfume.  Much cost.  Yelena like meet girl."  She looks at the newcomer after Marco hugs her.  "You handsome man.  Yelena like know.  Sit and talk?"  Yelena keeps her Predator loosely aimed at the chair occupied by the newcomer, fairly confident that he has divined that and has considered how to avoid getting shot.  She mentally goes through several tactical points and counterpoints and comes to the conclusion that both Yelena and the stranger will likely die if something happens and she is fairly certain that he has come to the same conclusion and that a shootout in the Joy Club will not be necessary.

[gilga]

Marco smiles at Yelena, blissfully. He haven't felt that for a while but he is genuinely happy. "It is nice that you take interests in my job. You are quite a catch scary lady", he places his hand on her thigh and gives her his 'it's okay' look referring to the gun. Killing them is not that difficult and being at the Joy is not particular opportunity. If Blake wanted him dead he could have just done so without any witnesses in the boat. Joy had way too many witnesses. In addition, Yelena and Blake were the only non regulars in the place. They would be remembered and the police will get involved. Perhaps even the Mafia will, but Marco is to green to really be aware to the subtle influence of organized crime. He seldom think about this stuff.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena smiles at Marco but keeps her eyes on the new man.  "Yes.  Yelena catch.  Perfume woman better catch.  Much money.  Yelena no money.  Marco might be signaling the all clear, but Yelena can smell death on the man and one does not get that smell with only a few casual killings.  No, the man is a professional of some sort.  Just what sort Yelena does not yet know.  She relaxes perceptibly but does not yet re-holster the gun.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Before Arc could realize it, the girl had found herself at the toilet, the off white enamel of the porcelain throne quickly marred by the colorfully putrid spout of acid and food chunks expelling from her wretching stomach.  It vomited forth uncontrollably as the video played on, the rigger's dedication and commitment forcing her to watch every detail, eyes wide in horror as she couldn't bring herself to look away from the macabre horrors she had to bear witness to.  Several minutes later and gasping for breath, she felt herself settle, gripping the sides of the commode as she steadied herself.  Satisfied she was okay now, she reached up to flush away the bile and half-digested meal, just in time for the experiments to be displayed in every minute, sordid detail.

oh, Frag this.... A second bout of rejected sustenance projected from her maw, splashing against the bowl and spilling over into the floor, hand and cyberhand gripping herself steady.  It was too much.  She had seen murder, she had been beaten, she had thought she saw the worst atrocities the streets could throw at anyone.  This put it all to shame.  Finally done, the girl was shaking as the videos still played, the details found.  Frantic, Arc threw herself from the John, wanting the horror to end, desperate to be spared, and in her desperation, found the one surefire solace: she turned off her eyes.

There she Kay for several minutes, blind and gasping for air, her stomach in a tight knot from the exertion.  Hesitantly, the human reactivated her vision, relieved to not be greeted by the images that she is sure will haunt her.  Flushing, she did what she could to clean up after herself...but with the level of detail her Vruk had, it would likely be noticed.  Exiting the bathroom, Arc could only do one thing at this point: action.

<<Phoenix, come in.  This is Arc.  Saw your home trid.  we need to talk, pronto.  Where can I find you???>>

[Ravensoracle]

Blake takes Marco's offered hand, "Nice to meet you, name's Blake."

He follows Marco to the table and quickly takes in Yelena's actions. With Marco changing the subject anytime Blake brings up anything related to Sam or the job. Finally, Blake lets a little of his frustration show through.

He nods his head to the door. "Do we need a change of venue to discuss business?"

[gilga]

Marco whispers softly to Blake."Blake, what I am about to do will be a little scary. Do not reflect it." Marco then activates his mindlink spell and speaks to Blacke and Yelena, directly with his thoughts. "We are going to talk like that... Just *Think* at me what you want to say, I do not know any technological or magical method of listening to our conversation like that. We can even continue talking about casual stuff to not look wired.  Blake I just shared with you the most personal thing about myself, I am a mystic adept. Be real with me or you'll never see me again. "

Marco notice how far he'd gone in just a few days, from just shouting proudly about his magical talent. To only think it in the discreet settings of a mindlink spell, but yesterday he did some fucked up stuff - and the paranoia is kicking in.

[ismilealot]

@ Jed. You wake up stiff. And everything in you protests that event. But you're notbeing given a choice. Something keeps shoving you. "Hey, hey. Who are you? And what are you doing in my house? is this my house? It must be my house.  He opens bloodshot eyes to see Snowdon kneeling beside him , tentatively poking him and looking lost, confused and very scared. Somehow it makes him look younger.

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena does not respond at first then thinks, "Blake.  Is Yelena.  Know Sam?"

[Ravensoracle]

Blake nods and continues on the outside conversation as if nothing was happening. His movements are casual but Yelena can detect an almost catlike grace. He also makes a very subtle shift that Yelena would instantly recognize as an adjustment to a concealed holster. He winks at her reassuringly while he makes the move. Just something to let her know he's played the game before.

"Well I'll be very up front with both of you and to the point then. Sam, as you knew him, was my employer. I now have access to some of his intel and resources. Nothing as close to what he normally had access, merely table scraps. I've also gotten handed the job of completing his latest endeavor. Hopefully I can find him while I try to do what he did. I don't know much about any of your team. Really only that it exists. But I wanting to use you to help complete the task."

Blake laughs at a joke Marco tells to the table. Making it all appear like old friends meeting up.

[Triskavanski]

@Arc - Still at the boat. He replies back, with a quick mental check.