[Thvor]

Wow, someone's in a rush to get out of here. Wonder what's eating at her? Sam thought to himself as the ork left the cabin. Well, let her cool her heals outside for a bit...might teach her the importance of slowing down every now and then.

Sipping his coffee, he smiled at Blackeagle. "Please, pardon our companion. She is...eager to fix the situation we find ourselves in, I think." Turning to Fionn, he smiled, "This is actually pretty decent. Nothing like a good cappuccino, of course, but very satisfying." Turning back to the Amerindian, he said, "Your friend told me last night that you were seeking answers to questions. Should we take it that, since you're back here, you found at least some of what you sought?"

[RHat]

"Scholarships will only do so much, so I've had to get pretty good at stretching what I've got pretty far."  Fionn finished his third cup, feeling a little low on sleep.  "Can't say I disagree with Clem wanting to get underway in short order, though; I'll be a lot happier as soon as I'm meshed in again.  Still," He nodded to Blackeagle, "If you've found some answers to what's happened to us, it would do a lot to give me more of a starting point for my investigations."

[Novocrane]

Are you really going to rush everyone and throw your weight beyond your place in the same breath, orc?

"Learn the lesson of Joshu, Clem," Ikari said without missing a beat, rinsing his own empty bowl in the sink and leaving hers where she put it.

"Attitude not withstanding, I don't disagree with leaving early. If Blackeagle has learned anything new on our situation, I'd like to hear about it first, though."

[irisheathen]

Johnny sat quietly listening to the old runner speak his mind while he ate his breakfast. He was even a little surprised when Clem almost ran out the door. I wonder what just happened between Clem and the con... What ever it was she sure shot out of here but I thought she would at least want to find out what this Columbia deal was. He watched as Icarus just put the bowl on the table. She did just drop it in your lap but really? Lets all keep this tough act going and cover our own asses even after this old codger just told us to get it together. He took a bite while waiting for the ex runner to answer all the questions And just imagine we all worked well together once upon a time. How much time have we actually lost? Johnny sighed and picked up Clem's bowl and his "Anyone else through?"

[RHat]

"Here, I'll give you a hand.". Fionn got up and set about getting the cabin back toward the state they'd found it in.

[Crossbow]

Blackeagle waves off the guys starting to clean up and starts shooing you all to the door, “Unfortunately, I don’t have whole lot of details for you other than confirmation of what I figured out yesterday.  You guys were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing night before last, trying to penetrate, through various means, a place over the river in THE TIR,…” Jayson eyes the Irish elf daringly, “can’t say for sure why you’re not dead, other than that this place seemed like the hush-hush type that didn’t like attention.  The elves used to do the whole laẻs mindfrag trip all the time to border runners, so I guess if you lot had ended up barghest poop that would have been easy to dismiss.”

The Amerind escorts you all to the vehicle, again waving off any attempts to return any of the borrowed gear and opens doors as he speaks, clearly indicating he wants you to go.  “I am still going to be looking into this place, so I will be in touch.” he shows them the scraps containing the various contacts he had been given, “just do me a favor and don’t get yourself killed in the meantime.  That game trail there crosses a dirt road about 3 miles from here, hang a left and keep going northeast, you’ll be in Yakima before the lunch rush.  Try Rudy’s, he has great pie.”  Jayson drops a wad of small Salish scrip on Clementine’s lap as he steps away from the Jeep.

[RHat]

"Here, I don't really have a fixed comm-code; don't have to give drek-all about hardware.  I've got a drop set up for people who need to contact me and don't have my current information, send a message to it and it'll get to me right quickly.  If you need anything, drop me a line."  Fionn chuckled a bit at the pointed way Blackeagle referred to the Land of Promise, put his information on a note, and climbed into the truck.

[Gorean]

Thank you for your hospitality Mr Blackeagle.

Squeezing into the jeep, Heron waited for Clem to begin driving before starting to speak.

Well since we're now on a self funded run. I'd like to take the opportunity to introduce myself.
I'm Kyle, better known as Heron. You've all noticed by now I can sling a bit of mojo but I'll leave the details on precisely how, the next time we visit a bar.

What I bring to the party is street honed knowledge and magic support. I'm organised, can keep you safe from other mojo and can patch a hole or two when you zig rather than zag. My specialty is dictating what others see and hear, given enough time I can ensure O'Connor could stand in the middle of a mall with enough firepower to end a civil war and no-one would blink an eye.

I can also do the whole "this one time my chummer where in a bar like, and he like bumped it this ork who was all like..." schtick till the cows come home.

[HydroRaven]

Clementine made sure to review the Amerind's directions before starting the Jeep and heading towards Yakima. The vehicle was certainly old but it still fulfilled a need, so there was nothing really to complain about

"Like I said, people call me Clem" started the ork woman, following Heron's initiative. "I take care of the physical aspect of things. Give me a weapon and I'll get it done. You don't need to know about my past, so don't ask about it. Also, I hate the Matrix." And as abruptly as it had started, it was over.

[RHat]

"Good to meet you, then, Kyle - again, I guess.  You all know my name's Fionn, if you're stumbling over the pronunciation "Fynn" is close enough; I've been tagged as Mystech for when I'm on the job - I didn't pick it, but it bloody well fits.  I imagine you've all got some loose idea of what my abilities are, but there's a lot of misinformation out there; ya got any questions just ask me.  I can spin up a great deal on the fly, and its a particular point of specialty of mine to work with the spirits of the Resonance.

"Home's Dublin, but I'm still a student at U. Galway, working through my undergrad.  My sister was living in Seattle for some time, but she dropped completely out of contact; I came here to try to find her.  Not planning to make a life out of this kind of thing; just doing what I have to for as long as I have to."  Fionn turned to Clem for a second.  "You might as well just tell us about your history, Clem - I'm gonna have to throw out a pretty wide net when I start investigating as it is.  Faster if I have more to go off of, and it'll eventually all turn out anyways.  And as a rule, don't go trying to decide what I do or do not need to know - you don't like my realm, so I promise you that you don't understand its workings well enough to make that call."

[farothel]

"As most of you know," Sammy said, "I used to be in the trids.  Samantha Delavine is not my real name either, but it will do for now.  My reasons for stopping with trid are multiple and I won't go into much detail now.  I'm also a mage, although I go at it differently than Kyle here.  My specialisation is more in the way of illusions, which is not all that strange I guess.  I can also heal a bit and stunbolt people, so I'm not completely useless in a fight.  I guess that's about it.

[HydroRaven]

"Red," started Clementine, "you need to learn when to back off. And as a rule," she continued, "I will decide what you need to know about me and what you don't. It's for your own good." The last sentence was said with such calmness that it almost sounded like a threat. Almost.

[RHat]

"You're choice, I suppose.  But in my experience, that which people decide I don't need to know is that which I most need to know.  You want me to stop asking, fine; I'll find out given enough time regardless.  And since you've already displayed a propensity for hiding information I need, well, I'm even less inclined to trust your judgement on the matter than I otherwise might be.". His attitude made it rather clear that, given the circumstances, he felt he damn well had a right to know.  He was fairly dismissive of her outlook on the subject, especially since talking it out was far from his main method of getting information.

Hell, if she was this difficult about it before, I probably started investigating already...

[Novocrane]

"All things considered, if you ever end up strapped to a PAB unit with a corp psych, I'd rather you didn't make it easier to judge profit margins on staking a response team to me. Digging into everything you can find in case it's almost relevant ... that would be the other thing. Becoming a potential liability." Ikari stifled a yawn, looking at Fionn while he did so. "And that's a horrible thing to call someone one barely knows."

"Back to Shadowrunners Anonymous. Icarus. 'High profile' and 'infiltration work' don't usually go together, so I'll skip the resume. Usually operate with more tools and support ... but I can work without them."

[Necrogigas]

"You all know my name, but I run under the alias Bullet Storm. My area of expertise is hurting people, specializing in shooting them. I'm your typical gutter trash from the Redmond Barrens. I've spent about a third of my life in juvie and prison, and now to finance my vendetta against the street gang that got me sent there, I run the Shadows ." He smiled at the exchange between Clem and Red, Me against Johnny, Clem against Red. We're a fuckin' powder keg, I love it. He turned to Red, "Here's a plan for you Red: Piss off the angry ork, who specializes in hurting people, and then go prying with your tech-magic. There's zero chance, at some point, you'll be zoned out and completely vulnerable like last night, right?"