It is Stalker then.
You've packed into standard GMC Bulldog Step-Van painted as Stick & Stuff Vending Machines company, filling the three front seats (Mata at the driver seat, Stryker in the middle and Cursor at the right window. Eight-stone filled the cargo along with his bag and elf's bike. Cursor replaced the original autopilot (rating 1) with his own (rating 4).
Quick call to Stalker, confirms, that he is readily available and agrees to meet you at Sloan Lake Park (15 minutes ride from Denim).
Somewhere, Across the “C”.
The time now is 4:55 pm.
Stalker stands at 1.9M. Sports cybereyes, katana and receding hairline, over lined coat. It’s pretty obvious that he’s a retired street samurai. He looks to be early middle-aged.
All right kids, whatch ya got, credstick or goods. Mata Tabi silently gives him note from Mr. Johnson. Oh crap, notch again. Stalker certainly isn't happy. I'd prob'ly birth a granade before Koshari pay a yen.
All right, whatch ya smugglin'. Gotta know - greater risk more yens. - with that he open the van cargo space.
Oh fuck! - - His cybereyes almost popped out when the Eight-stones face appeared from within. - Jesus !!!, you could've warned me. I'm not that young anymore. Back in my days, people had the politeness to tell people things like that. Fuck.
Ok. Just in case you don't understand. The boundary between the PCC and CAS is two blocks away. It is a 50 meter no-man’s-land, bordered by fences on either side, with security from the respective nations patrolling regularly just inside of their respective fences. PCC uses 6m concrete wall topped by razor-wire or mono-wire and drones on patrol. CAS uses 10 m chain-linked fence and guards with dogs. This are only to call for strike teams, which can be real pain in the ass, but that depend on luck really.
We are going under. There are old Aztlean tunnels here. Be quiet in there. No shooting, no granades. Clear? If everything goes well we'll be out in 20 minutes in Cheeseman Park in CAS.
With that he grabs the left door and signals you to drive. to the building looking like an old bunker. Rusty doors give way to the iron ramp leading down. Before you go further Stalkers closes the door, unsheathes katana and signals you drive on.
Hey, kiddo Stalker turns his attention to Stryker aren't you too young for this? Going around with nogood punks for nogood druggers? Shouldn't you be doing shoppin for your mamma like a good sonny?
Tunnels are turning often, and you never see mroe then 50 meters ahead. the walls are murky, light is dim, and the sound of engine, succesfully kills any sounds.
You see that painings. He pointed as you slowly drive your van. Back in my days, I knew a smartass babe, she said these are Aztec. And that the Aztlaners are hiding here on PCC territory.
You have already passed several crossings, Stalker without doubts point you with your katana where to go.
Usually everything goes fine, kids, nobody gets hurt, so don't worry...
(OOC: please roll Intuition + Perception - 4 dice)
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